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 Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 3:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 4:47 pm
(( ninja Gene, Gene, Gene. Those traits don't do you justice. ninja ))
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2008 6:55 pm
(Yo-Ko why are you only singling me out as a saiya-jin? You've got Jade, Caine, and User lol. . But yeah damn us monkeys)
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 3:01 am
(( cause i knew you most of all would be happy about it. thats all. nothing sinister. no why would you think that. how bout you stop asking questions. huh> how bout that? stupid monkey. smile ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:00 am
Carl Elynwood (( ninja Gene, Gene, Gene. Those traits don't do you justice. ninja )) (Well I am a dirtbag among dirtbags. We just want someone to take all the blame.)
mrgreen
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 1:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 8:04 pm
The sound of crunching snow and snapping twigs were all that broke the monotony of the shifting sound of denim as she walked through the woods. In the past, she would have simply driven her bike out here, but it wasn't designed specifically for off-road driving. Although the damages could have been worse, it did not harm her to walk in the least. Especially when it was quiet. She wouldn't mind the roar of the familiar engine, but then it had a certain power to it that made the noise tolerable. Unlike the incessant dissonance that often came out as "casual conversation."
Despite the fact that she should probably feel some level of discomfort due to the coolness of the air, she had thought only to equip herself against the climate with a thin denim jacket to match her hip hugging pants. Not that it did much good when you left it completely unbuttoned, revealing a white baby tee that adequately complemented the black leather belt around her waist with the silver buckle. It was about as effective as wearing leather gloves that had no finger holes in them, which she also donned. Chances were her feet could be suitably considered comfortable, but how the rest of her managed in such cold with such ease was anyone's guess.
In her mind, she was cursing her own vanity.
Her eyes narrowed as she caught a glimpse through the woods that suggested something unnatural in the distance. The lack of light peeking in through the trees before her indicated some sort of large obstruction; it was her intended destination. She'd look up if she could see through the trees to gauge how much further she had to go, using the tower to measure the distance, but in the end it wouldn't matter. When she got there, she'd be there, not a moment sooner or later.
Her boots carried her on, and it was the fallen branches and twigs, either too weak or too brittle to resist her weight, that suffered. To her it was nothing, and likely it would only prove beneficial to the forest. If not, she still didn't care. The wind that was biting at her face had more of her attention. She hated the wind; truly she did. Dancing about uninhibited, it taunted her restraints and limitations. As great as it was, water could still be seized, captured, contained. Even though it always found its way around or through, she had not. Some situations were too much.
Mechanically she ascended the stairs, her tail swaying impatiently, but her eyes glaring at something off in the distance, beyond the door and the walls on the other side. Her body stiffened, as it could not help but do, just a touch, but enough for her to notice the change in attitude the closer she got to the door. Despite hating this place and damn near everyone that was associated with it, it did possess a power to draw, and she, like a moth before a flame, had no choice but to approach regardless of her own well being. She would probably lose years on her life just spending five minutes in the place.
Nevertheless, she opened the door and stepped in, the interior proving itself several degrees more comfortable than the weather outside. As always, though, it was empty. Ironic in its own way that she felt this club draw her, and yet only she seemed effected. She imagined the other patrons as ghosts, caught between realities, forced to watch the going-ons of the place and talk about them to some degree, but fated never to participate, as though they just couldn't will themselves in without someone else appearing first. Perhaps her presence would be a beacon those ghosts.
If not, today would be just another reason she hated Orion. This club was damned.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 8:08 am
{{Angry little monkeys, eat a bannana.}}
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 12:37 pm
<~>It would appear none of you wants to RP, or perhaps Tuesday evening is a bad time to get things started.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 1:00 pm
The red kitsune would soon find that the Orion could be damned in a much different way than she was thinking. Whispers. Low and dull, untranslatable, meshed whispers. Thousands upon thousands of jumbled words slowly grew to a ghostly roar. While the voices were getting louder, they were still in whispers, as if the volume on the Orion was simply getting turned up. The entire scenery throughout the club suddenly fluctuated like a television struggling to keep it's reception, and an almost electronic static would follow, both noticable to the ears and to the eyes, as the club soon became plauged with a moving, gritty appearance. All of this happened within two second's time. As the whispers would grow ever louder, shadows would zip across a wall, narrowly escaping any onlooker's eye, but the shadows would never be seen head-on. The door slammed shut behind the fox. Then swung back open. Then slammed again. However, nobody other than the redhead was in the vicinity of the door while it happened. But suddenly, it all stopped. The voices, the moving shadows, the sudden fluxuations in the Orion's appearance, were gone. And everything was back to normal. Except...
"Rematch." A voice called from the right. While nobody had been there just moments before, a figure now sat at the counter of the bar, a glass in his right hand. The figure pushed himself off of the stool he sat on and turned to the entrance. However, the only movement he made was to lean back, resting his right forearm on the edge of the bar, his back against the side of it. Both of these and a set of straightened legs allowed him to be propped against the bar. He was sure the kitsune would recognize him as a former opponent in the tournament that was held not that long ago. Like her, he didn't seem to be dressed in a way that somebody who was going to be walking through Northern Canada. A simple pair of black jeans formed wrinkles near the bottom of his shins. On his feet were a pair of wheat colored Lugz workboots. Moving up, his shirt was a dark blue long sleeved button up, whose sleeves had been rolled up, which was curious due to the weather. The top button had been left undone, which revealed a black undershirt beneath it. Something he had never done before was show up at the Orion with glasses on. Truth be told, he hadn't worn glasses in over a thousand years. What made him change his mind tonight wouldn't be known by anyone other than himself.
"I wasn't at the top of my game last time. I had a few..." He stopped a giggle from erupting from his throat, though a faint smile that was being forced to be held back played at his lips as he continued to speak "Issues to take care of." He finished. He grinned behind his flesh. He was definitely at 'the top of his game' this time around. The girl had won because he had withdrawn himself in order to deal with his little problem. And that problem was gone. Or maybe just a little something nagging at the back of his mind, but he was able to block it out. He reached up with his right hand and let his right forefinger push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. From there, his hand slid to his mouth and his right thumb hooked around his cheek while his index finger laid across his upper lip. The rest of his fingers sheilded his mouth, as if he were trying to cover up a smile. However, that was not the case. His smile had faded and now his eyes were simply trained on the tailed woman as he awaited a response.< >
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 1:35 pm
He could have just shown up like every one else, but instead he had chosen the flashy entrance, as though to make her feel threatened by his presence. Apparently he was of the mind that she should fear him, or at least recognize his superiority. Why did she have the luck of coming across the juvenile, would-be "men"?
Her gaze held fast to his, a look of undeniable disgust flickering in her eyes. Although he was just a random face to her, he took it upon himself to challenge her. So she assessed him, measuring his mettle through his eyes. It didn't take long before he justified his actions, though they brought to light nothing that would make sense of the situation. She merely continued to look at him, because she was only half listening and he was the only thing in the room designed to make a fool of himself. Everything else stuck to the purposes they were built for.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Breaking the silence like fine China, the question came out cold and full of impatience. Even a random assault would have made more sense than demanding a rematch from a person you've never met before, let alone fought. Maybe he was delirious. Or senile. Or just plain stupid. Her tail snapped behind her, awaiting the explanation that she felt she was due. Suddenly, the place didn't seem so bad uninhabited.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 2:20 pm
The woman had seemed unphased and annoyed with his way of making his presence known. Half of his mouth curved into a smirk as she shot him a distasteful look. He had already done what he had set out to do. To an extent. While she was correct in assuming that he had been flashy in order to get some kind of fear in her, the real motive was to get some sort of reaction. That was what he thrived on. And after watching her tail swishing impatiently behind her, along with her ever-so-intimidating stare-
He chuckled
-he knew that she was at the very least aggravated. Which, in turn, would increase his chances of getting to his real goal for the night, which was a rematch against the kitsune.
However, it appeared that she was completely oblivious. What was he talking about?
And then it hit him. This was not the same woman. Though the features were very similar between the two, not to mention that this one reeked like a kitsune. He narrowed his eyes as if to get a better look at the redhead. Son of a b***h...
"Go figure. Looks like I found the wrong rodent." He stated it loud enough that the fox would be able to hear him, but it wasn't directed to her. "They all smell the same." With that, he cringed his nose and turned his back to the fox, taking his place back in his seat. He reached out with his right hand and grabbed the glass he had been drinking from earlier and moved it to his mouth. He gave an amused smile before taking a swig. So he had tracked the wrong one. It bothered him that he had been so sloppy. He had never done anything like that. He never messed up. It wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to be in control of everything. He had to. He moved the glass back to the counter in front of him and his lips slowly began mouthing gibberish. It was, in fact, words, but they were bits and pieces of the thousands of sentences and questions running through his mind every second. His eyes darted back and forth across the bar. It was driving him up a wall that he had messed up. The whispers in his head stopped at one final conclusion. That little 'problem' nagging at the back of his mind had brought him here in some desperate attempt to be found out. He snarled lowly.
'Pathetic whelp.' He thought to himself. < >
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 2:43 pm
"So you are just stupid then...figures."
Shrugging off the incident, the ruby kitsune continued on her way. Ignorance was not something she tolerated well, though forgive it she could. Passing by the stranger, who appeared so internally damaged by his blunder, she slipped behind the bar to fetch a glass and pitcher of water for herself. Too many people in this damn place for everyone to be the best, and yet here he was apparently sick to death at making a mistake. Pride was such a ridiculous thing in large quantities.
Well there was no need in breaking him out of his self destructive mental abuse. If he harmed himself, it would hurt sufficiently more than anything she could do to him. After half filling the glass, she left the bar and relocated to a more preferable locale; one that wasn't too near the bumbling figure with the dull senses. With some consideration, the kitsune opted for one of the tables closer to the corridor and further from the entrance. It would not do to feel a draft every time someone came in, if anyone else came in. There were mana signatures above, but otherwise the place was too saturated with the constant presence of certain individuals for her to lock on them without a bit more effort.
She placed her glass on the table and pulled a chair out, one that would give her visual access to the only other breathing thing in the room. Pulling out a small notebook from her rear pocket and a pen from her left, she took her seat and prepared to start taking or reading notes on somewhat or another. If nothing else, she could get some work done.
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 7:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2008 9:43 pm
[[ -lays on the ground twitching- Someone give me the time/energy/desire to post something, anything... ]]
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