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 Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:10 pm
Smacking her bandaged left arm, which was hidden beneath her battered jacket's sleeve, Turner blew longish strands of jetblack hair from darkblue eyes and approached the door, taking a deep breath before checking the address. The scrap of paper wrinkled in her right fist matched the door number, although the last two numbers were scribbled horribly, due to a twitch from her left, but dominant, hand.
DINGDONG.
She rang the bell. Not that it was really a ring, more of a strange noise that nestled itself into her brain and wouldn't let go. Odd. Eye twitching slightly, the tanned young woman smacked her arm again, and retied her short, silky strands into a tiny ponytail, instantly having them fall around her face again.
This was the third house listing she'd tried to rent a room at. Of course, it was only temporary, until The Company could find the assassins who'd blown up her home.
That had sucked.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:30 pm
"Yes?" Fortunately for Turner, it was Kanth who answered the door, opening it wide. There was a curious look on her face as she didn't often get visitors, and the place was well out of the way. Also, it seemed to intimidate people.
The inside of the mansion was gorgeous. A banister staircase spiraled up to rooms that could be seen from down below, the living room was huge, revealing a large couch and a 32 inch plasma screen, the kitchen led from the living room and a large dining area was viewable... really, that was only the beginning.
"May I... help you?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:36 pm
Holy ******** was even more elaborate than Tammuz' father's home! Wowza. Wait until she told Jem! Of course, now that she'd see it... There was no way this nice-sounding woman would rent to her. Still. Tucking her left arm behind her back, and slamming a hand through her sleek strands, she gave a haphazard grin.
"Yes indeed, Miss! Th'names Turner, and I'm here about rentin' a room in this beautiful place. You do still have room here, don't you?"
Not intimidated by the home at all, her darkblue eyes were warm, manner open.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:41 pm
"Oh, I'm ... afraid you have the wrong house." Kanth hated to turn guests away, but she looked sincerely sorry, leaning against the door frame.
"Close the door! I need no wind for my experiments!" Tiil hissed, coming into view and hissing at the woman standing at the doorway. "What is she, a beggar?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:46 pm
Well, the lightning fast punch that flew for Tiil's nose was not the strike of a beggar, but rather that of a human weapon. She didn't seek to harm him badly, just shock him, and if she connected with his nose, make it bleed a little. Her warm grin, however, never faltered, and she looked back to Kanth.
"Excuse me? Miss, I..."
Now opening her right fist, she showed her the paper, upon which was the address of the building. The first few numbers and street named looked to be in completely different handwriting from the last two digits and...
"... Damn it!"
That blasted shadowarm!
"... I'm sorry, Miss... What was your name again...? Anyways, you're right... Jeeze... Where am I gonna go..."
She was speaking to herself now, mumbling in her softnatured voice. It was dark already, she couldn't check anymore houses. Maybe she could find Jem's...?
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 10:51 pm
Kanth SMIRKED, glancing down to the fallen (and now quite unconscious) Tiil, the smile playing on her lips.
"That was a nice shot. He deserved it." She glanced outside and frowned at the darkness, shrugging. "Well, if you're not expected, you're more than welcome to stay here tonight. I'm Kanth, by the way." Leaving the door open, Kanth crouched down and started to drag Tiil into the living room.
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 6:05 pm
"Really? ... Thank you SO much, I really don't have anywhere to go. Y'see, I'm from out of state, North Carolina, actually..."
Turner followed her inside, shutting the door and absent-mindedly reaching down to grab a handful of Tiil's clothing, and help pull him along. Glancing around with her dark eyes, she was still rather impressed and shifted from foot to foot somewhat self-conciously once they got to their destination.
"... So... Just you two here? Lots of space for a couple."
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:39 am
Balking, Kanth snorted and stuck out her tongue at Tiil.
"He's my cousin. And we're not the only ones here." Kanth gave a short grin at the other as she went over to a closet in the main hallway and rummaged through until she found a pillow, then threw it over to Turner.
"Pick any bed you'd like. They're on the upper level, and you might find one just suited to your tastes."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 8:11 pm
"Ah... Thanks..."
Turner caught the pillow with her right hand a bit clumsily, and headed for the stairs, not too worried about Kanth's accepting nature. After all, her own partner, Jem, was a lot like that. Then again, Kanth could be a serial killer. Whistling, she headed up the stairs and almost tripped over a small boy, who was sitting on the floor, painting his... Talons? A larger, short-haired girl was only another foot or so away.
"... Howdy."
Ai'shern looked up, golden-yellow eyes meeting the darkblue of his future guardian's and blinked, before painting his last toe, and scooting closer to his sister while he capped the polish bottle.
"Hello."
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 8:47 pm
Wrinkling her nose at Ai'shern with distaste, Altessa leaned against him and provided a smile for Turner, though it held no emotion.
"Watch out for the third door on your right." Altessa warned as she stared at the other, her eyes unblinking.
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Posted: Sat Dec 23, 2006 8:58 pm
Turner wasn't the type to ignore any warning, no matter how cryptic it may be, and carefully avoided that side of the hallway, walking past the children slowly before pausing, and on a whim, introducing herself.
"My name's Turner. My left arm's name is Curry."
Smiling warmly, she dropped to a squat, to be more on their level.
"I'm Ai'shern."
The boy was a lot happier leaning against his sister, and smiled, his a bit more honest in appearance, outwardly at least.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:08 am
"Altessa." The Bandersnatch murmured softly, reaching out to touch Turner's arm curiously. "Is it edible, if it is Curry?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:11 am
As Altessa's fingers slipped past the wrappings on her left arm, the shadows that made it up actually caressed her fingers, beginning to gently absorb them when... Turned smacked her arm into submission and cleared her throat, putting it behind her back, and glancing down with blue eyes to make sure the girl was all right. Curry hadn't done anything to her. Hrm.
"I certainly haven't tried to eat it, Altessa."
Ai'shern's eyes were wide with amazment, and he frowned slightly, confused.
"Where is your arm?"
In an alternate dimension, kid.
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:15 am
Altessa was intrigued. Reaching for the arm again, the Bandersnatch looked up at Turner with wide, mischevious eyes. "Can you do that again? I want to see what happens."
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Posted: Sun Dec 24, 2006 12:23 am
Turner looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding slowly. As she removed the binding from her left fingertips, she spoke firmly to her hand, eyes narrowed.
"No funny business, Curry, or I won't let you play for a week."
The somehow substantial darknesss stretched out, elongating her black fingertips to something more akin to shadows, to touch Altessa's hand, going through her to leave behind a strange warmth before shrouding her hand in darkness. Turner looked curious, but rather uneasy.
Ai'shern wasn't too at home with this as well, something touching his sister like that, but scooted closer, lowering his face so his nose almost touched her hand as he watched.
"What does it feel like?"
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