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Gracious Conversationalist
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 Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:07 pm
Private RP between Rezznort 'Norty' Deadworn (Graficcha) & Rhian (Redbud-Tree)
Location: Out in the downtown streets
Time: Way too late for a flutterby to be out
Weather: moistly chilly night~fog abound
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:12 pm
It was late. And it was dark, and foggy, and creepy, and scary, and all sorts of things that should have sent Rhian straight back to farstep as fast as her clumsy little legs could carry her. Unfortunately, Rhian's danger-sense was underdeveloped in a lot of ways, especially now that she could pass for human, and the flutterby was still out and about - though to be fair she was trying to get home. Just. . . . not overly-quickly because she had the feeling she would be in a huge amount of trouble for having gone out into the main part of the city on her own at night. She jammed the grey hat she was wearing a bit tighter down over her antennae, and adjusted the bag that held her windup-key as she made for home.
"Hm, this looks kinda like some of the places in Mama's books, how strange. . ."
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:19 pm
At a misted-over corner of the street, an oddly undernourished male was hanging around, almost literally, as he was latched to a drainpipe with one hand, looking as if he had trouble remembering how to stand. Nobody was here at this hour, most gangs had retreated to more sheltered stations for the night. This one seemed to be a dropout, maybe a sentinelout to scourge rivaling gang members off the street?
Oh hell no, this kooky fellow was all on his own, detaching from the drainpipe idly when he noticed Rhian approaching. Long narrow limbs loose, one hand tucked into a torn pocket -god, this guy needs to pull his pants up- he walked straight towards her.
"Yeheh, whassa girl like yi doin' uut here addis hour?" one eyebrow was quirked up closer to the shiny bald his skull was, save for the dirty-dusty black bangs hanging down from his temples and back of the head. He also didn't look like he shaved much, if at all, a pointy beard spiking from his chin.
Figures. This buffoon apparently had never learned to speak, either. Odd dialect, if anthing. He pronounced his 'r's really strangely, too.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:33 pm
Rhian squeaked and took an involuntary step back, blinking a bit. Wary, but not altogether frightened, she didn't immediately try to run away. Instead, she addressed the strange, creepy-looking man, unfazed by his wardobe - she'd grown up around the practically-nudist Faolan, after all. "Um.... who are you? And - and what do you want?" She asked, antennae flicking under her hat.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:37 pm
Oho, sassy lady. Something was lacking in that attitude. Nope, she was neither a frightened lost girl not some sort of a tramp-on-the-hunt, judging from her reaction.
Leaning over her a little, rugged scars littered over his torso, even a nick on his cheekbone pale in his sunburnt face, he examnied her up close, shamelessly. Curious lady.
"I'm Rezz, ol' Rezz, m'laydeh, nice of yi ti ask. But 'what do ah wan'? Odd quesh'n ti ask on suchyee night. You sure yi wannan answer?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:43 pm
Anxiety growing, just bit by bit, not nearly fast enough to do her any good, Rhian tilted her head. "I'm Rhian, I'm going home now - are you going home too? It seems awfully silly to just wait around here for nothing," she said, her eyes still naively curious, although that growing sense of unease was starting to leech into her voice a bit, leaving it just a bit shaky and uncertain.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:47 pm
Oh, more of the frightened little girl then? Good, he couldn't stand skanks. Pesky females.
"Home yi say? Lassie, I'd love ti join ya." making a quite unexpectedly ditzy face, he laid a meagre arm around her shoulders, then nudged his head into hers. Clonk. "Silly idea indeed, waitn' arahnd fir nought. Yi show d'way?"
... it was doubtful that this man had seen soap in the last two years.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:51 pm
"Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww," Rhian said, making a face and trying to push the smelly man away from her, anxiety making her voice higher-pitched than usual - stomping on his toes once. "Get away, stinky, you need a bath!"
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:55 pm
"Yi'what? Therennahavun, yi no' used t'th' scent o'th' street?" Rezz spluttered, slightly confused for a moment. Seesh, I know I'm no rose, but really?
"Point tho', lassie. ... yi show me th'way to one, den?"
Damn, pretty-looking all she wanted but rather heavy on the legs she stood. He was glad he wore shoes that could stand a beating.
"Or d'ah show yi how ti be like mez?" =3= I could always dunk you in a trashcan.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 1:58 pm
Rhian made a face. "There's lots of them in different places so you can find one without me," she said, actually starting to get more frightened now. "I'm going home and Mama wouldn't like to see me bring in someone stinky and creepy."
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 2:03 pm
"Ah, a mama's gurl. Thasso sweet of yi. Lez not piss'r off den, yi're comin' wid me den." He seemed to have completely ignored the entire 'creepy' part of the insult, heck, all of the insult, and grabbeda hold of her hand.
"Pretend I'm daft, I cinna fin' no clean place in dis dump, nah. Yi'll help me uut?" With surprising strength and a harsh grip -accidental or not, hard to say- he yanked her after him, taking a sharp left into what looked like an alley never to be visited by anything alive, really.
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Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 2:31 pm
Rhian yelped and immediately tried to free herself, with absolutely no success - strength was not one of her skill points - the opposite, rather. "Lemmee go! Lemmee go! I gotta get home, Mama and Faolan will be mad - owwww, owww, that hurts you're mean mr smelly man!" Now the fear had fully kicked in, but it was a little too late. Blue eyes wide and pooled with frightened tears, Rhian tried to get away from the creepy man, knowing fully well that no-one knew where she even was at the moment, let alone going to be able to help her out any time soon.
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:00 am
"Lassie like yirself uut on th'streets, bad idea, bad idea." the lanky man rambled, ignoring her resistance and leading her deeper into the dirt-littered dreary alleys. "If they'z be mad atchi, shouldnae gone uut at dis hour."
Can't say he didn't have a point somewhere.
"An' lass." he halted briefly, turned to her and quirked an eyebrow up unamusedly. "Y' better keep yir insults ti yiself. Nae everyone's as lenient as Norty here. I donni smell no diff'rnt from anyone in th'dumps." With that he gave her a gruff tug and forced her further. Prissy lady, can't her pretty nose handle some reality?
Not long after they entered an area that could've easily decored for a movie from a small two hundred years earlier, middle-after-crisis years. Rhian's unusually clean and colourful looks sure gathered her a load of attention, though not few of the stares headed her way were the pleasant attention-sort. Rezznort cast a glare of his own around, keeping her purposefully close to himself.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:20 am
Point or not, Rhian didn't care, she just wanted to go home. Home with Mama and Faolan and the babies and Sibling-Ziazan and Lauss-teacher and Contessa and Bert and - and everybody who was safe, because she could tell now that she wasn't safe, not here, not by any stretch of the imagination. Swallowing harshly, she reached up and tried to jam the hat further down on her head, pinching her antennaer as she did so - she knew they were probably glowing like neon lights underneath the grey cloth wit hhow high her emotions were running at the moment.
"IwannagohomeIwannagohome I-I - I LET ME GO HOOOOOOOOME!"
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Gracious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 10:29 am
For a while longer, Rezznort ignored her completely, giving the people eyeing them hungrily a snarl and a glare back to keep them at bay, until he grew tired of her squealing, gave her a pull and shoved her into a disheveled-looking doorway. Once inside, the broken door thrown close with a creaking sound, he pinned her against the wall.
"WILL yi stop squallin' like a five-year old, yi're soundin' like yi're desirin' a good poundin' girl." he growled at her. "I dinna be wantin' ter hurt yi but by th'gods yi'll be attractin' th'whole lot of'um with yer whinin'."
Have you no sense, tsh. "Them'z all be missing a nice, tender, gentle girl like yi, missy." he hissed softly, in warning. His eyes narrowed slightly when he caught a glimpse of the light flickering from underneath her hat, but he ignored that.
"This ent no place fir yi. Where's yir home at, little lamb." he demanded then, glowering at her, not once giving her an opening to escape. Somehow he didn't sound all that threatening, though.
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