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 Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:26 pm
Bristles undid the knotting of his hair skillfully - and he was awarded merely a wincing reflection for his efforts, which was upsetting to say the least. A lengthy stretch of his limbs whilst he wondered, thoughtfully, how long it had been since he had last admired the hibiscus in the garden. He ran clawed fingers through soft tresses, his tail flicking behind him uncertainly. It had been a long, long time, Chimalsi noted, his crimson eyes peering through the window curiously. Quite frankly, he hadn't been outside the houses walls in ages (aside from the occasional wallowing upon the balcony) - amidst the waiting for Wilson to return home, there were numerous things to do.
Including being upset - and that was what he had favored.
Jamie often suggested that he should go for a nice walk and get out of the house for a bit.
But that wasn't like Chimalsi.
So it was strange, then, that he decided to do such today. He left the house in a frenzy (as making scenes had become a regularity for him), and walked briskly towards the park. The occasional stop to admire butterflies or crickets, but they were sweet and short.
What he was really looking to see were the flowers.
Perhaps play on the playground, if it was clean enough for his delicate and perfect skin.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 10:32 pm
Makenshi sighs, sitting slumped on a bench in the park, yellow green eyes gazing around the park slowly, seeming to lack all life in their depths. Since Levi's departure, he had barely found himself able to eat or sleep, his thoughts turning always to what he had said or done that had affected his mate so. He sighs, head tilted to peer down at the ground at his feet, white bangs drooping down to hide his expression from any others that might come around, although his posture would be a give-away that he was not in a happy mood. My name is Key. I am a key. And could you perhaps be... My keyhole?
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 8:22 pm
Little time had passed before he noticed the white tresses paired with the exhausted features. A quirk of his brow upon hearing the first sigh, whereupon he brushed it off immediately as a lack of air on the other male's part. It was in the same category as sneezing... one sneeze merely met another man's gossip. But upon turning to leave, he heard the second sigh - which triggered his attention to Makenshi again. Chimalsi bit his lip in frustration, his brows knitting contemplatively as he attempted to decide whether or not he should approach the other male.
The upset expression priorly plastered on his face was hidden behind brilliantly bright hair suddenly, and the Raptor approached the depressed figure, his steps quiet. Upon reaching the bench, he tilted his head to the side curiously, clawed hands resting upon both hips before Chimalsi spoke, his voice somewhat hesitant: "Tell me, sir - is there something the matter? Perhaps something on your mind that just so happens to be bugging you? I imagine that the elderly couple nearby would fear you are hyperventilating if you sigh again. If they so happen to break their hips whilst rushing over here in hopes to assist you - why... the guilt will haunt your conscience eternally."
His tail flicked behind him thoughtfully as he inspected the lime-tinted eyes, "You seem to be in an awful mood." Nosy per usual, "It's not very bright to come to the park if you're so heated. All the potent flowers and noisy children... you might kill a duckling."
He flipped sandy tresses elegantly, his crimson orbs averting silently towards the couple he had mentioned mere moments earlier. "Injuries to your elders - murdered ducklings..." His eyes sparkled with amusement as he brought them back to the other male, "That is double-whammy at it's finest, wouldn't you agree? That conscience of yours would be bricked with guilt upon guilt."
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 8:41 pm
Makenshi was startled out of his thoughts by another voice nearby. Ears automatically flicking back against his head, his green-yellow eyes become cold and distant as they flicked up to meet the raptor's crimson eyed gaze. "What does it matter to you, why I sigh and what mood I'm in?" He asks quietly, his voice never rising more than a small indoor voice, as if he were afraid of disturbing anyone by speaking louder. The coldness in his eyes flickers slightly back to reveal the sadness within before he shakes his head and raises an eyebrow at the other. "A little under dressed for a jaunt in the park yourself, aren't you? If you really must know, I'm thinking about whether my mate, the man I had two kids with, even loves me anymore. He took one of the twins and disappeared quite a few months ago without saying anything or even calling or writing to let me know he was alright. I'm wondering if he even thinks about me, from wherever he is." He closes his eyes against the mental pain he felt, a single tear sliding down one pale cheek.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 9:53 pm
A frown tugged at the raptor's lips ruthlessly at Makenshi's lack of hesitation to inform him of the issues in his love life. He had merely been curious about such a depression in the park - but he had not assumed that the answer would be in such immense detail. He listened nevertheless, arms crossed with disinterest, as the problem spilled its way out of the stranger's mouth - staining its surroundings like red wine upon a white carpet, or black ink upon thin paper. For mere moments, he could swear he saw the heart perched on the shirt - trying desperately to be soothed - to be told that its partner would return to it soon... that everything would be okay - that they would hold hands and frolic through the dandelions of this exact park. It wanted kind and gentle words - reassurance.
But that wasn't like Chimalsi.
He narrowed crimson eyes tiredly as he listened impatiently to the finale: 'I'm wondering if he even thinks about me, from wherever he is.' It was around this time that he wished he had a nail-file or a book for the wait. He remained quiet seconds after the words were spoken, his tail curling behind him idly. "Are you quite finished?" He inquired, ear flicking silently: "I merely asked if something was on your mind - I did not ask what that something was. Flattered though I am - truly, truly flattered - that you feel comfortable enough to explain to me your life story - I, sir, can assure you that I am not a therapist. And even if I were, you would have to pay for the time you've spoken to me - and it'd be a fortune by now, trust me... my time and this face are precious. I am a very impatient man. Aside from that fact, I do not even know my client's name. Ah wait, you aren't my client - because I'm not a therapist..." His nose wrinkled whilst he extended his fingers tiredly in hopes that he could comfort himself a tidbit more. Situations like this made him uncertain of his words.
"I'm Chimalsi. Chi-Mal-Si. Not a therapist. C-H-I-M-A-L-S-I. Understand? I cannot afford to spend my gorgeous hours listening to your problems. Unless, of course, you'd like to listen to my own. Tit for tat - or... tick for tock - rather... whatever it is they say nowadays." It occurred to him, then, that such a rude attitude was remarkably unattractive. A pause, taken for contemplation, as he tried to word his sentences more delicately.
There was no way.
"Ah - I apologize. Must be the roses..." He glanced at them thoughtfully.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 10:06 pm
Makenshi narrows his eyes at the other as he goes on and on. "You asked if I had something on my mind. I told you. I'm not asking for your 'help' or 'guidance' you stuck up, over-grown lizard. Remember, it was YOU who decided to engage ME in conversation. I could have just sat here and been a jerk and ignored you, yet I didn't. Don't think that YOUR time is any more precious than anyone else's just because you think you're pretty. And don't blame the roses. They did nothing to you except show THEIR beauty without having to talk about how important they are." He was standing up and snarling by now, the hair on the back of his neck bristling at the other's attitude. And he dared blame it on the roses? His green-yellow eyes were now almost completely yellow with anger at the other, showing a side of himself not even Levi or his kids had gotten to see. The side that had gotten him into trouble in the past with the Black Wind.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 10:26 pm
It phased him little as he stay where he stood, his brow risen with interest. The snarling reminded him vaguely of Jamie - though admittedly it was less threatening than the rabbit's. He huffed, amusement sparkling in his eyes at the sudden outbreak: "Temper, temper. I don't suppose you could calm yourself down long enough for me to regain my composure?" But he hadn't lost it, "Jealousy is an awful, awful attribute to have - if you are envious of my beauty, merely tell me and I will help you become more acceptable - no need to go exploding like a volcano. Admittedly you need lose all that steam of yours - but for goodness sake - you are making the entire park stuffy. Take a deep breath, and remember that you are in public. It's embarrassing for me personally - in all my gorgeousness - to be seen with somebody who throws tantrums so readily... like a child."
He ran slender fingers through his hair, crimson-tinted eyes flicking to view a tree nearby. "While I openly admit that I did have some of that coming - I can assure you that I have every right in the world to blame roses, if I do so please. From the looks of it, they don't seem to be complaining - now do they?" He pointed a clawed finger towards the mentioned flower's bush, "And I apologize for having apologized - I see it did little for that temper of yours - if you need to take your frustration out on a stranger, then please - be my guest. But we stand in the public haunt of men - if you really do intend to try your shot at 'hurting my feelings' - or whatever it is you are attempting to do, it should be in some private place. Eyes are on us due to the sudden burst of rage."
He canted his head to the side interestedly.
"Your decision, sir - what will it be...?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 10:34 pm
Makenshi's eyes flick quickly around the park, narrowing to dangerous slits as he noticed that yes, his outburst had caught many eyes staring at him. And just like that, it was like a switch had been thrown and all emotion left his face as he stares emotionlessly at Chimalsi. "Fine. Where would you like to go... C..Chimalsi." He says, his voice a soft monotone once more. "I am Makenshi. Or Shiroi Kumo, or even White Cloud if you prefer. I have gone by all three at one time or another." he mutters bitterly, flashes of the horrors he'd caused in Wonderland causing him to narrow his eyes once more, before emotion was wiped away once more, as if he was used to not showing a thing to anyone. "And why would someone like you interest yourself in... something... like me, anyway, when there is no benefit to you out of any of this?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 6:03 pm
"Don't flatter yourself." Came the immediate reply, his tail curling with a sudden thoughtfulness as he rethought his words: "This isn't merely for you, Makenshi. I do it for the sake of feeling good about myself - I care little for your well-being. In the end that's all our miserable lives are; we try to grasp anything out of any situation that benefits us personally." The raptor frowned, mind wandering somewhat before he continued, "Those depressing words fit your current mood rather well, don't you agree? But then... I find being Johnny Raincloud very unsightly - so lets just pretend that my assistance comes from my beautiful soul and kind heart - and that my intentions are merely for you to vent and feel better about your future days. Do you understand?" He tapped clawed fingers against his side impatiently, "While I am truly not a therapist - and while I care little to help people, not to mention cling very awfully to the words they happen to speak... I don't see any other way of calming that temper of yours. You're one of those people who holds in all his emotions until the day some sorry soul happens to overstep their bounds, whereupon you whip them into cream - am I right?"
He canted his head to the side curiously - how, precisely, had he changed his personality around so quickly? Manic-depressive, perhaps? Large and threatening toes curled, scratching lazily at the soil beneath them.
He could blame the sudden urge to help on many things.
But he didn't honestly know the exact reason behind it.
"A private place, elsewhere. I wonder where precisely we should go..." Moments, taken for contemplation, whilst he decided that the manor's garden would be the best bet. But then a realization: "You're not like... a stalker, are you? Because I'd really not like to bring you home with me only to discover that you'll be looking through my bedroom window whilst I sleep or change my clothing some day in the future."
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 6:19 pm
Makenshi snorts at the stalker comment, crossing his arms over his chest. "Even if I were the stalker type, you're most likely the last one I'd take to stalking. You seem quite capable of making others feel like they aren't even worth the air it takes to breath to speak to them. Not like you'd believe me."
He stares emotionlessly at Chimalsi, his fluffy tail flicking slightly from under his cloak.
"Wherever you feel we would be more private rather than public. I honestly don't care." His ears flick back against his head, the light glinting dully off the horns that just barely showed out of his hair.
"And I honestly don't care what your reasons are for wanting to insult or 'talk' to me."
He stretches slowly, attempting to give off the air that he honestly didn't give a damn.
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