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 Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 5:41 pm
she took it and took a sip. She laughed lightly."How did you become a lycan"
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2005 10:03 pm
He took a sip of his drink and sat down. He shook his head and said" I saw a hunter attacking some one so i ran to help. I came up behind him and hit his head. He turned and slashed my chest. I got back up and then took his knife and cut his face. He turned and slashed me again. I saw the person start to change and then picked him up and bit his head off. I tried to smile and he asked me question" You probly wont make it unless I turn you into a lycan, would you wish that or would you like to die, the choice is your." I agreed and thats how it happened. What about you? He took another drink.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 3:28 pm
::koriko walks into the park, knowing this isn't his terf... but he doesn't really care, no demo propses a threat to him. reaching into his trench coat he pulls out his pack of ciggarettes and lights one up as he puts them back. taking drags on his cig every now and then. the rain quickly makes his hair soaking wet. he brush it out of his eyes, and quickly gets fed up and ties it back so it doesn't bother him anymore::
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 10:33 pm
Merella lay curled upon the old bench. Her body was littered with old newspapers. She had taken on a far more rugged appearance these past few days. Her hair was now tied in to a single braid. Her clothes were but torn shorts and an extra large sweater. She looked the part of any other homeless teen, long lost to the cold streets.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 10:59 pm
Myyth wandered through the park, not worrying about being seen. People were blind night walkers, and she doubted there were many of those about.
Still she sniffed the air, someone was about. Myyth walked down the park's paths. She'd find who ever it was before the night was over.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:04 pm
Merella yawned. Rolling on to her back and spreading out on the bench. Newspaper crinckled around her, several pieces falling to the ground. She stared up to the night sky letting out yet another yawn before sitting up. "Goodmorni-...Oh...Well. I suppose it's night already is it?...Or maybe before that thing was a sunset... Oh dear. I really should figure out which is which.."
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:06 pm
It's a sunset, Miss Merella. *The voice came from behind the bench, and Max's face leaned over the bench, staring down at her.* Night is the dark one, you see.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:12 pm
Merella nodded slowly as she folded her newspapers putting them aside for another time. "Oh... yes... I see. Well... thankyou sir. I think I rather like this sunset. It's not as bright as the sunrise really. Far more...relaxing?" She smiled crossing her legs in to a pretzel. Her sweater meanwhile finding its way off of her shoulder. "I thought... Well, I more tried.. well... I'm not sure what I did. But I noticed many of the people at dark seemed to dress and act like this, so I tried it. Now for some reason these people keep giving me money... Are these clothes royal perhaps?"
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:20 pm
*Despite himself, Maximillion smiled. It was a thin smile, but a real one.* ...in a sense, yes. I suppose. But if you let your appearance fall too far into disarray, you might have other kinds people trying to give you money. Those people... you would be better off without.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:30 pm
"...Oh. I see... I think. I'll clean up tonight then. Oh! Sir.. that reminds me. Just last night there was a man who did that. Odd man he was... Kept doing that flirting thing and talking about chicken... and pads.. Really confusing man." Merella frowned in a confused manner. Standing, she turned towards Max and took in a deep breath.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:39 pm
*Max nods, smiling lightly. He reaches out, without warning her, and places his palm on her forehead.*
Don't move. This won't hurt. I just need to see something.
*His expression does not change at all, but he sends her a wave to calm her and take her mind off of the sense as he casually browses her mind.*
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:44 pm
Merella jumped though nodded all the same. "Yes sir?" Her hands dropped to her sides, her eyes narrowed on his own in an almost curious manner.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:52 pm
Still no signs of him... maybe he isn't interested in what's going on here. Good. Good. He isn't needed here or wanted here. Now, what to do with little Merella?
*he takes his hand off of her forehead and nods.* Good. Now, Merella... have you have enough of the slums, or would you like to explroe longer?
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:55 pm
"...Enough?" She frowned, looking back towards the ground. "I'm not sure.. it is very.... dull here at times... but I haven't learned much of anything about this place.. Am I not doing a good job?" She looked back up to Max chewing on her lower lip.
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Posted: Sun May 15, 2005 12:02 am
You are doing a fine job. Just-
*He stops when he notices that someone is listening to them. It's jut an old man with white hair and a striped blue and green shirt. He's holding a lead, but it is frayed at the bottom end, and there is no dog. He's listening intently to them, but he isn't doing anything. Just a harmless, potentially crazy old man. Max frowns at him.*
Is there something you want?
*The old man just stares back, looking confused at first, then a bit surprised. Not surprised like "someone jumping out of the bushes", but surprised like "I just realized that when I got that note from Kelley twenty years ago, she was flirting with me!" He mumbles something quietly, under his breath.*
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