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 Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:23 pm
"They told me. I guess they jus' didn't want to screw with someone like me right off." He didn't usually like to toot his own horn- wait, yes! Yes he did! What was wrong with him lately? Why was he being so passive?
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, moist with sweat, with one finger. "But it ain't like I wasn't pissed off er anything." He explained, looking elsewhere while his jaw became rigid from the memory. "I had a helluva time calming myself down. I damn near pulled my hair out- but I had enough sense not t'bother anybody. I don't wanna get tore up any more n' I have to."
From his position on the other side of the structure, his thick arms crossed and resting comfortabley atop it's surface so that he might speak with his female friend confidentially, he could see two awkward, approaching figures ambling towards them.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 7:47 pm
((Anthony at 25% I guess! He'll be more agreeable like that anywayXD))
Over and under, through, and stretch. A piece of black string craftfully shifting through red fingers. They wove symmetrically here and there, until the whole was no longer string- there being no beginning or end. It was simply a part of the flesh and blood of the creator- a cat's cradle.
Anthony walked along the beach. He did not bring his coat with him, nor was he wearing a tie- just a white collared shirt that already looked as though it were getting some wear on it. Sweat near the chest and around the armpits made parts of the fabric darker, and coincidentally, stickier. It was a hot, terrible, humid day.
A worn black notebook was tucked under one of his arms.
The man looked as awkward as ever: not only was he sweaty and red, but terribly tired, and, as always, he looked a little distracted and lost. The lion-ears that had not yet managed to migrate to the top of his head, thus looking alien and funny, and his toes, black and hard from their beginnings to form into hooves, were just unsightly to look at.
In the distance he beheld a group gathered around a shaded beach bar- it looked nice, and cool. Surely he could go and get a drink, and be on his way. As he kept his course towards the bar, his hands independentally went through the motions of another cat's cradle.
His eyes rested upon that of Tristan boy on his short journey, who was climbing down a tree. Anthony's brow furrowed- looking a bit lost and confused when he passed the boy. He thought he had met this boy before but....
..it was always hard to remember faces.
He sighed and decided against saying anything, perhaps the strange animal wasn't going towards the bar anyway.
He reached the shaded bar, and sat down at a stool a ways from the trio already situated there. He broke his latest string creation to offer them a friendly, but modest wave. "Salutations" I am here and willing, but you don't have to notice me., it said humbly in one, small and uncertain greeting..
He looked awkward and uncomfortable simply looking at them- his thick eyebrows raised and dropped, he bit his lip. His hands went through motions for another creation, but he could not help shooting the group glances.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:03 pm
She nodded, listening to Lance's words. If it hadn't been for her enhanced sense of smell and hearing, she might've been oblivious to those creeping towards the bar to join the two of them. But she could easily smell the penguin man coming by his fishy stench--enhanced by the heat. The one coming from the trees was making an awful racket with those claws, and she could scent out the perspiration of a third individual on his way. Frowning slightly, she leaned in a bit more, thus putting herself in a more alluring position by default, to at least try and finish their conversation.
"It's nice that they told you..." she said, her tone lowering to keep out of earshot of these newly changed individuals. She doubted they had yet developped senses as keen as hers; they may never. This was to her advantage. "I didn't find out until I practically grew a beard. Maryke was kind enough to tell me what she suspected I was, since she was already one herself." Ah, fond memories with that girl... but she was getting ahead of herself. "Anyway, at least you had warning..."
And with that, she shifted her body ever so slightly, glancing over to the penguin as he approached. Well... half penguin. A horrid fishy stench he gave off, but she did her best to smile. She'd sniffed it before, but hadn't ever met him in person. She nodded politely to his hello, remaining neutral for conversation until someone else made a move.
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Posted: Mon Aug 21, 2006 8:18 pm
He didnt recognise either of the figures at the bar, though did notice Anthony, who seemed to be headed the same way as him. Grinning, Tristan returned his wave and continued towards the bar.
Once he was close enough he called out "Hail!" with his usual smirk and proceded to perch himself on one of the bar stools, using his newly aquired tail to balance the otherwise precarious position. "How're you two today?" then offering his clawed hand in greeting, he went on to introduce himself quickly.
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