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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:37 pm
Rhator walked to the end of the couch in what seemed to be a meaningless way.
"If you won't get off of the couch, then do you mind if I move it?"
With small effort Rhator lifted the couch by the end, easily balancing the large weight. He turned and, with a chuckle, began walking down the corridor.
((OOC: You are just under 200 years older than my character. Don't get all superior on me now wink xd ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:43 pm
((218 years! xP I'm over 200 years. Check your math again. xD))
Willow gaped for a moment before shutting her mouth and growling. Without much effort at all, she used her mind to set the end of the couch on fire. Particularly, the end he was holding. Willow did not move from her seat however, not seeming to mind as the flames started overtaking the couch. Willow was still in control of the fire, and as such, kept the flames far enough away from her body that it didn't set her on fire, or burn her.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:49 pm
Rhator set the couch down, quite quickly. Fire was not something he liked to mess around with.
"Fine, suit yourself. I'm going to my apartment though, if you need anything knock, but don't try to open the door it is sealed and guarded. Have a nice nap."
He turned from the burning couch and made his way down the hall to his room. Before he opened the door he turned back and yelled, "Oh and be sure to replace that couch when your finished. It was the only good one in that room."
((OOC: Oops, my bad...little ashamed of myself...AP calculus student and everything sad Hey I have to go to work so I'll pick this up again later if you're on. Cya))
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:55 pm
As soon as Rhator dropped the couch, the flames went out, as if blown out by a massive gust of wind, but yet there had not even been a breeze. Willow yawned, and layed back down at the couch, barely listening to Rhator. She nodded absentmindedly, and muttered a soft "whatever". With a smirk, she laid back down and went to sleep again.
((HA! xD I haven't even taken calculus yet. Meh, I'll do a victory dance later. As for work, whenever you get back, I'll probably be around, so long as its no later than 8 EST. >O I have a date with a guitar at that time. And some homework. T.x ))
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 3:55 pm
Slowly, amethyst orbs became visable as Willow opened her eyes. She blinked a few times before becoming totally aware that she was awake. With a yawn she sat up, and looked around, realizing her stomach was growling. She hadn't eaten in quite a while, so it was no surprise that she was hungry. Willow carefully sat up, and slowly staggered towards the kitchen. She disregarded the cooks who gave her odd or concerned looks, and went straight to the refridgerator. She smelled fresh, juicy, raw red meat. Tearing open the door to the 'fridge, Willow immediately found the stilly slightly warm from the kill steak, and pull it plate and all from the fridge. She leaned against a counter and devoured the thing quickly before licking her fingers and setting the plate in the nearby sink. She noticed one of the cooks was near laughing at her and her strange eating habits. Willow hung onto the wall as she slowly made her way back into the main room and the slightly burnt couch. She grabbed her trench coat that laid strewn across the floor and pulled it over her as she took a seat on the couch, and stared straight ahead. She seemed to be in deep thought.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2006 6:05 pm
As Willow sat there, she felt herself being pulled back into her subconcious, and couldn't help but drift back into it. She fell back onto the couch, and layed there, peacefully sleeping.
((have to goOoo))
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 8:02 am
Saria rushes through the common room, strands of damp hair escaping wildly from her loose braid that streamed behind her. Tears flowed down her face as she ran out the door into the night and disappeared.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 2:09 pm
Quietly, Phaedra walked into the main room, never once passing a glance to any other creature there. She was absolutely silent save for the heels of her knee high black boots as they made contact with the floor. Once again, she found herself in this damned place...New York. It had been many years since the death of her parents, and since then, she had not ventured into the city.
Heaving a sigh, she fingered a lock of her thick black hair absentmindedly as she headed towards the door. There were many parts of her past that needed to be concluded, and what better time than now to get that out of the way. Without a backwards glance, she disappeared through the doorway, heading into the city.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2006 5:02 pm
Willow awoke on the couch with a sigh. She felt much more rested than she had the previous night, but then again, it didn't look like she had really slept all that long at all. Only a few hours, anyways. It seemed that she was getting used to sleeping less and less in this city. With any luck, she would probably running around with the spirit of a 200 year old demon once she was healed completely. For now though, she felt the need to go get some fresh air. She stood up with a grimace and managed to walk without a sign of any limping to the bulletin boards to see if she could find someplace safe to go out into the city. Her eyes immediately fell on a small ad for a Bar called demonic ties, and smiled to herself. An obvious name for a demon safehouse, but nonetheless effective. Not many would expect a bar named something so obvious to be a place of safe hiding. Arguing with herself for a few minutes, she finally decided that her need to get fresh air overruled her desire to stay in a quiet secluded place such as this. Making sure to keep any sign of pain from her face, and a limp from her walk, she traveled out the only door out of the Hordes, and towards the Demonic Ties.
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 5:47 pm
Lain entered the main room, her black trench coat swirling behind her. Black strands of fine hair trailed just past her jawbone, the longer strands meeting and some extending from the top of the collar, with a chain gently trailing behind her. Her hands were tucked into pockets over her hips, and she lifted her green-grey eyes level to the room. "Good evening." The two soft spoken words that rolled off her tongue hinted at some European accent.
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 5:56 am
* Yoko walked in looking at all the other Demons around her. * " Heh, this seems as if it is my kind of place no? " she said with a devish smile
* Yoko looked at the bar, and headed toward it. Not looking for work but looking for some wine *
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Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2006 2:43 pm
Lain looked over at the person who entered the room, and she swiftly stepped back into a darkened corner, her boots muffling her hasty footsteps. Hidden by the shadow and blended in by her black trench coat, her eyes gained a gentle, hardly noticable hue of red as she poked and prodded the girl with her mind. Deciding she was relatively harmless, Lain removed her right hand from her nifty trench coat pocket, and lifted her pale hand to her slightly pouted lips. Curling her skeletal fingers, she emitted a soft, but noticable cough, letting the girl know that she wasn't alone.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 10:05 am
The door burst open, slamming into the side of the wall with a huge thwack, and nearly closed again, if it hadn't been for the foot jammed in the doorway. A wolf demon, hair red as fire and eyes like polished amethyst leaned heavily against the frame of the door, only now showing how badly it hurt for her to move. The wound had reopened while she had been talking with Astaroth. Blood trickled over her right hand that was pressed firmly against her left side, her left hand gripping the wooden frame to hold herself up. The woman sat down in a wooden loveseat, and let out a shaky breath. It would be nice if she could find a healer, but right now...right now it wouldn't be smart to move around anymore. Leaning back, she decided to rest a bit, and closed her eyes. She willed sleep to come to her.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 3:12 pm
How long had she slept, she didn't know. Days, Months...years, it didn't matter to her at that moment. She was alive, and that was good enough for her. Amethyst peeked from the lids of her eyes, which were slowly being peeled back to reveal their vibrant and odd natural color. A shredded black tanktop barely covered her thin and currently frail form, however it was no matter since her upper torso was now mostly hidden by the black leather coat that snugly fit her form. However, there was a deep slash in the lower left side of the coat, where bloodied bandages peaked through.Currently, dried blood covered the side of her pantleg, and the bench.
As the wolf demon attempted to stand over, she found herself nearly glued to the wooden loveseat. It took some effort, but she finally ripped herself off of the loveseat. Bits of cloth stuck to the wood, and she cursed silently realizing that she had now torn the side of her pants. It would not do to go out looking like this. She'd be an easy target for a hunter, and her scent would instantly be recognized as demon. Stumbling away, the demoness moved at a slow pace towards the nearest door, and was relieved to find that on her first try she had found a public bathroom and shower. Stepping inside she locked the door and turned the shower on. Steam began seeping under the door a bit later.
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 3:29 pm
Several towels, soaps, and shampoos later...
Willow sat on a stool after just finishing with her shower and wrapping her side (which was looking much better, she knew) with fresh bandages, and looked disdainfully towards her tattered and frayed belongings. All of the clothing lay underneath a rectangular hardleather case just a bit smaller than a guitar case. Willow stood up and moved over to her belongings, leaning on the counter. Carefully, Willow picked the case up and set it to the side, and drummed her fingers against the counter. After a few moments of staring at the clothing and having a silent arguement with herself, she sighed in defeat and folded all her clothing and placed it all inside the trench coat.
Carefully, she folded the trenchcoat up, and set it on the floor, now kneeling beside the thing. She folded back a corner, revealing the strange runes embroidered on the inside of the trenchcoat, and place her hand on it. With a few short mutterings, a bright flash occurred, and she unfolded the trenchcoat. The hole that had been in it, was now gone. Just as well, all of her clothing was now whole again, and without a drop of blood on them. "This'll have to do for now until I can get back to camp," she mumbled to herself as she dressed. Finishing, she looked herself over in the mirror, and then unlocked the bathroom door, stepping out.
"Now, to decide what to do," she thought, leaning against the doorframe. "I'm still injured, unfortunately...and I still need rest in order to heal." Looking over to the loveseat she grimaced. "And I sure as hell ain't sleeping on that thing again," she growled. "Also, there's no telling what may happen out here in this room if someone were to come across me resting there, and I can't sleep all that well if I have to constantly watch my back..." She came across an odd thought and blinked, recalling Rhator's offer of his apartment. Grudgingly, she admitted to herself that although not perfect, it was the safest place for her to rest at the moment... even if she barely knew him. Kicking the wall lightly, she growled and stomped off like a wolf with wounded pride, following the faint scent trail that she knew would lead to his apartment.
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