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PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 1:38 pm


[[*hopes for the best ... again*]]

A coat this time, but the cold still bit through the leathery fabric to his unimaginably fragile skin; human as he was, easily injured by the temperature. He was walking - anyone he'd known for a car or anything, they were all being joyous and merry at work or home, Christmas parties and wrapping presents all around. Lyle hadn't the slightest need, so he told himself [as if he could keep a desk job for any amount of days]. He was looking, this time.

And he found. That shop, the feeble looking one from his angle. He could see the sign against everything else. The colors cut through the air as thick with cold as it was. He understood why he was there as much as he understood why it was there; a deep mental attraction, maybe. Interest. Hunger.

Bah, whatever, he was there nonetheless. He stepped up to the door almost confidently. Closed.

Closed? It didn't seem like that type of shop. Well, all the better, so he figured; returning from a job he couldn't have he didn't want to dirty his clean jacket and shirt [particularly the latter, which was a nice white]. He told himself, anyways, and turned down the street and went on against the wind. He stopped dead when a stray icicle snapped off the overhang of a building and drove itself in the direction of his face.

He clutched at the injury with both hands. Blood, that was bad; the icicle had turned to a point where it was more optimal to give him a nice bruise and slash on his cheekbone. Lyle winced, turning to the apartment he passed - maybe they would have a first aid.

And it wasn't an apartment inside.

He stared at everything and everyone. Stared, blinked, and bled.
PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 8:09 pm


The rite ended and Luis bent down to brush the crumbs off her coat. She bit at his fingers, already consummed by some other interest. Oh yes, yes, it is quite delicious, she responded, merrily. Barking, she lifted herself with some effort onto her companion's shoulder.

" Hey...!" Luis jumped as though he was watched. Kin. She slid the word back and forth in her mouth like a hard candy. Kin indeed. Another black bird. Was the strange one here, too? She looked around from her protesting perch.

Not yet. Luis tried to clean up the mess she had made. He didn't want to upset the host or any of his potential cohorts. Though a party wasn't a party without a few accidents.

how's the punch? She nipped at her companion's hair lovingly. She wanted to say hello to some old friends, but meeting the new was just as well. For now.

Luis sighed. So troublesome...! A lost memory played in the back of his head. Ba-bump ba-bump. A little beyond his reach. If he tried, he could catch it. He let it slink away, ignored.

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PostPosted: Wed Dec 20, 2006 8:35 pm


Xaxis, of course, was the first to catch the Kestrel's interest. But Xaxis was busy, chit chatting with a mortal woman of all things. Well enough, there was entertainment in that. Of course, it meant that Jer'ain, anxious and nervous at his side, would have to wait to give out the present she had so proudly created. But he knew she could be patient, knew she wouldn't interupt kin.

Poor, darling sibling. He hadn't meant to. Neither had Lithle. But such things happen. Her eyes were so dim and wild.

As to what drew him toward the man most recently entered, who was to know? Savius was Savius, and one would be hard pressed to apply any real strong words to his actions. Savius drifted, and did what he would. And, at the moment, what he would was greeting the bleeding man.

Maybe it was the blood. The Kestrel had a tie to it, though certainly not as strong as the one the Cardinal held.

And so the victorian gentleman and the twenties mob boss, approached Lyle together, Savius at a casual, lazy pace, Jer'ain in quick nervous steps.

"You're bleeding. Is it s'possed to be decorative, or something?" He asked, leaning forward to take a better look at the wound. "It does look kinda cool."

Wearing a tux and top hat or not, Savius only sounded like Savius.
PostPosted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 11:17 am


He blinked again, watching the shape of a rather distinguished gentleman come into view with his polar opposite hovering nearby. Lyle very nearly rubbed his eyes, almost staining his brow with his own blood, but caught himself before it was too late and decided on just blinking once more. It was then that he realized they weren't completely out of place; the entire area was filled with men, women, and -- birds? -- all wearing a sort of costume or mask. These two were no exception.

"It's real, thank you," he answered, not fully registering the question asked of him. He took his fingers from the side of his face - the tips were wet and colored. It wasn't bleeding terribly, no, but enough to call attention to itself and enough to very much hurt. The pain amplified when he realized the blood on his fingers, as cuts always do when first looked at.

"I don't suppose there were Band-Aids in the 1800s?" He prided himself on recognizing the costume, or what he thought was the costume anyways. "Or tissues, maybe."

It was trickling down his face, now, and it was warm but uncomfortable. And it still hurt. And he thought there might have been ice wedged into his skin.

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PostPosted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 2:43 pm


Kat turned her head to watch a fox lady walk past her. A snort escaped her lips. Why would a fox come here? Bird atraction?Her thoughts cut short. Maybe the same reason she was here. Albet she was a cat... Or... Feline as she was actually every breed of feline you could dream of... Including extinct... Curious and hopeful to not be the only one that was a seeming threat to birds she aporched the fox lady with a nod. "Hello there." She gave a curt smile, forgeting that the mask covered her face compleatly. "Having a good night?" She giggled a little and shot a sparing glance at the duck that had been scoffing down food like it had never been fed.
PostPosted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 5:31 pm


It took a second for D.S. to register she was being spoken to. When she finally did, she turned her head and swiveled her ears to meet the cat. A feline... that was all she needed. What the hell... at least she was being spoken to.

"Hn, No... I don't even know why I'm here." She admitted slowly, stabbing another piece of meat on her claws. She rolled her eyes when the other female giggled and sighed. Hopefully she was preppy.

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 12:57 am


"Just 'cuz it's real doesn't mean it isn't decorative. Though I think blood and guts is more halloween than christmas." The Kestrel shrugged, almost as if to dismiss his statement. Or perhaps he was only expressing a lack of interest in proper holiday tradition. "Sib, bandaid?"

"Mm-mm." A brief shake of the mob bosses head, as she dug into her pockets and came up empty. "Didn't think of it. Specially not without Taylor."

"Kay." Reaching over, he squeezed the androgynous female's shoulder lightly, before turning back to the buffet table. "We've got napkins though. And I bet I can find you a mask."

He lifted his own to his face then, the feathers of it matching those in his wings. Shed feathers had many uses.

The teenage boy didn't bother to hurry back to the table, unconcerned with the man's difficulties. He wasn't dying. They'd all know if he was dying. Of course, that wasn't to say his fate couldn't be seeled this night. The room was full of Death.

Deaths.

"Here we go." He selected a white cloth from the table, and held it out. "So, who're you. You're not a companion."

Though he spoke to Lyle, his attention was focused on that table. Savius wouldn't eat meat he hadn't killed, but he nodded at the squirrel approvingly. Shanuh's work, probably.
PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 9:38 am


Kat gave a meek shrug, tring to find a reason to slip into context that she had a biological child who was part fox. Or maybe 1/8 fox... Or Something. She held out her hand that wasnt holding her plate, "I'm Kat." She ought to be civil anyway. Well, a cat talking to a fax. Bizare. Something she thought she'd never do again... Well thats if Danny learns to talk at all! Ahh well. Maybe this one could teach her 'fox' language? On that note she should find out... Or will her babe tweet for the rest of its life? "Do fox's speak in a different language?" She asked curiously.

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:40 am


D.S. stared at her extended hand then sighed and took it with her free one, giving a light shake before recoiling. "D.S." A cat named Kat... Well at least she was proud of what she was. The interest in her language made her raise an eyebrow. "Hn, we can speak in what sounds like growls and snarls to other people... or telepathically depending on the kitsune."
PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 10:54 am



The words Donna spoke held little meaning for Xaxis. Intern? Cardiology? Rastton? His entertaining foolery was getting old, but he wasn't going to correct the woman. Let her figure out that appearances weren't at all what they seemed. Let her figure out that his field wasn't in giving life, but in granting death. The slow decay of the mortal shell, commander and chief of an army of viruses and bacteria. Phlegm was his banner, vomit his sash; in his wake were the suffering fools who danced with the plague.

Such was life, and such was Xaxis' role.

Setting down his now empty punch cup, the dark haired raven quirked a questioning brow at Amber. "They've been no trouble at all, really. Guess I just have a way of getting through unnoticed."

Unnoticed was right. It was hard to torment an intern that didn't exist!

His eyes flitted over the guests of the party. Like the carrion he was, his nose was quick to smell fresh blood. Blood that wasn't seasoned, salted, or set out upon the table before them. Blood that was living, dripping from an open wound.

How . . . desirable.

A glance at the new patron, the one whom walked with Savius. So the Kestrel found his prey. Was the falcon that lucky? Apparantly.

A sniffle, and two long fingers reached up to rub sub conciously at his throat. He was accostomed to the agitation, and didn't truly feel like sucking down more berry-flavor beverage.

. . . . . . but maybe, just maybe, he could wish his sore throat upon someone else? The room was filled with unsuspecting victems. . . . and what better practice than on one of them?

Hmmm. It was a pleasant thought, nonetheless. For now though, conversing with woman and duck. Luis, for all he was standing there, seemed to be completely overlooked and ignored. The punch was . . . artificial. You'd be better off sticking with water.






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PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 11:11 am




"I smell something bleeding~!" The sing song voice cut through the voices of a small crowd. Pushing through a back door, donned in a lavish, porcelain mask splattered with black stripes came Nikel. The mask covered his entire face save his pink lips, while fake, sequined eyeslashes were glued above the holes meant for sight. It was a simple affair,and yet it matched his french maid outfit.

Fishenet stockings, ebony heels, and the matching ebony dress that looked more than a little slutty. In one hand held a black and white feather duster, in the other a try full of various, questionable goodies. "Does someone need first aid? I know CPR."

His mood, unlike the stoic Shanu, was friendly and amicable. This celebration was everything he'd dreamed of, and he wasn't going to let anyone have a drabby time. Nikel desired dances with absolutely everyone (male or female a like) and did have strategically placed mistletoe in his pocket just in case he was feeling particularly friendly.

All Nikel wanted this holiday was a few dances, some kisses, and possibly some dirty sex. But then again, when didn't Nikel desire such things? But it was the holidays, and that made it all the more special~!

"Cocktail, anyone?" Breezing his way through the crowd, offering his homemade and freshly killed goodies, Nikel kept his eyes open for the particularly attractive.
PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 11:57 am


Lyle accepted the napkin with a grateful nod and pressed it to the side of his bleeding cheek. It stung just as much as before, now with paper grating against the wound, but if he had learned anything among the ramblings of the avid Boy Scouts who shared his year in elementary school, it was something about keeping pressure on injuries. He held the napkin to his face while replying, "Compan...? I'm just the guy with the blood and guts."

It was about then that he noticed a large concentration of the population of this room had wings.

"Uh," he said. "Oh." He said, "Uhm." He glanced back, following the Gentleman's gaze, and noticed a squirrel. Peculiar, he thought, I've never had squirrel before.

It was about then he figured he didn't really belong. A tad speechless and a bit in awe: him in few words. "So ... why the wings? Is it supposed to be decorative," he said, repeating Savius' earlier words, "or something?"

It was also about then that he seemed to be getting noticed. Something wavering pierced his ears, mentioning bleeding, and Lyle knew without a doubt that such something bleeding was none other than himself. He shifted his weight between his feet nervously, glancing back at that squirrel.

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 1:28 pm


Bleeding?

The word cut through the atmosphere and caught Ambers' attention as a newcomer...er...new..a person of some sort, for she couldn't specify the persons gender, announced it without so much as second thought to what discomfort it might cause. Deep sienna orbs turned away from the one she'd been conversing with and towards the origin of the voice, having already caught glimpse of the indescribable person, for who could miss them, in hopes of catching just whom had been injured. A moment passed, but the tell tale spread of crimson over the napkin gave the patient dead away and she turned again to the man with a small, sorry smile. "Guess work is never done, eh? Excuse me, please."

Before pausing to hear his reply to whether or not she was allowed pardon, the girl quietly slipped away and towards the wounded stranger. There were others around him, but she ignored those, they weren't people she knew or particularly cared about at the moment, but once within reach she did stop and gently extend her hand to the man. For once, the girl appeared to be truly calm, truly in HER element - where no one could tell her she was in error. The smile eased a little before giving way to low, comforting tones, "Excuse me, but my name is Amber, and I'm a nurse. I see that you've been injured, but if you would allow me to escort you to a seat, I can have a look at the injury and treat it in accordance."
PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 3:30 pm


Someone closed the half of a circle of people beginning to surround him - quite female, and with that eerie calming smile of someone you'd see looking down at you when you were returning from a drugged unconsciousness on a hospital bed. Someone you'd hope to see, anyways. She was offering a hand to him, and he realized it was because of the worrying blood seeping through the thin cover of the napkin; was it really so noticeable? Lyle took the napkin from his face and glanced at it. The stuff had oozed through it like ink, exaggerating the real injury. He returned the smile and shook his head at the offer.

"I'm Lyle, and trust me, I'm fine." His smile turned to that of one who wasn't asking for help - of someone sure they could handle this on their own. With that, he folded the napkin over and pushed it back onto his wide face. He glanced about again, taking in everything from the wings to the masks to the marble flooring. He'd stumbled into a party, that was what - a party for the most confusing of sorts. It was welcoming and foreboding, frightening and fun. And Lyle realized he was standing there uninvited with a napkin set out by a selection of food that seemed to still have tire marks on them. Inviting.

"So," he said, "where the hell am I?"

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PostPosted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 3:58 pm


Kat was just used to fox's hating cats. Her late - Well yes it was a part fox racoon thing. There child? More fox then she liked. Shrugging she offerd small explanation, "I was just curious as my son- His father was part fox- Is... More fox then anything else and doesn't seem like he'll manage the power of speach. He just-" She cut of when blood was mentioned. Gave a heartiful sniff and whirled around. Saw who it was from and shrugged again turning slightly back to D.S.
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