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 Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 11:45 pm
"Hey, hot shot, quit scowling and head inside." Came a taunting call across the Garden, Yaru turned and seemed to be looking right at Caprica. His face was impassive. "Remeber you're not the only fighter here and you certianly aren't the best anymore if you're left off the list." It was then Yaru turned and motioned with his head to the other two. "Come on, let's head out."
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 4:09 am
Shiyaa blinked, standing up and yawning. Stretching a bit, he scratched at his left eye. He had starting drifting off a while ago somehow. He stared sleepily ahead before starting to walk away.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 8:31 am
Caprica stared at the whore. Then he flipped up his middle finger at him and mouthed the words "f*ck you". If only he could speak. Though he had a feeling Yaru knew pretty much the response he had just gotten. Caprica knew he was good. Maybe not the best yet but he was working on it. He had heard a rumour going around that he'd been injured in his last fight which was not true. Cracked ribs were hardly an injury and they were fine now. Except in the mornings when he first got up, then they ached like crazy.
Well he would get his message across to Yaru one way or another. If it meant communicating with his fist then so be it. He stalked after him. He didn't want to sleep. He couldn't sleep. That was the point of walking in the garden at this hour. Stupid whore.
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Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 9:58 am
Tristan caught his card as it drifted back to him and smiled softly as he replaced it and drew out five different ones."Ace of hearts, true love. Ace of clubs, great quarrels lie ahead.Ace of Diamonds, priceless treasure finds me soon.Ace of Spades, great tragedy.....death sometime soon." he spoke as he flipped the cards, one by one to what they showed. As he flipped the last card, he smiled, it was his own card, one he'd added to this deck long ago.He had learned that when divining his future through the cards, if he drew this one, it would most likely come true."The Blue Rose of Fate. I always knew you'd be of help someday my little friend." he tossed the five cards into the air and they began to spiral around him as he walked towards his room. It had been a long time since he'd had a comfortable room, but it was a room nonetheless. He just didnt have enough to make it comfortale yet but he was working on it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 12:05 am
"Yaru," he said warningly when he taunted the fighter.
And he cast a backward glance as he... protectively? put his arm around Yaru's shoulders and moved to usher him away from what was sure to be a fight. And he didn't like the look of Caprica's claws... and the thought of what those weapons could do to someone's flesh made him shiver.
"Why did you do that?"
And he did catch Tristan's card-speak but didn't have time to say anything, and he looked up at the mention of the Ace of Spdes, alarmed. ...He'd Definately be tracking him down later...
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 10:04 am
Because he's an idiot. And a sore loser, he thought as he strode quietly behind them. His boot spikes struck sparks against the paving stones. It's not my fault the idiot let himself get blinded. He felt his stomach twinge. Ah... forgot to eat again. Oh well. He'd get something later. He'd been upset about the fights. Chasing the tails of rumours to find out what s.o.b. decided he was injured and then decided to tell everyone that. He would find them. And he would make a nasty mess of them.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:27 pm
Yaru gently shrugged off the other's arm. "I may be blind, but I am hardly helpless." He said as he felt the other near. "It's not good to pick a fight at this hour. As much as I would love a good rumble with you, I don't feel like wasiting the time." He didn't care that the other was ranked a fighter, while he was a whore. True the other could snag him with all justification, jsut simply due to thier ranks. He didn't care. "Go stalk someone else." He said cooly as he walked down the small hill, putting a bit of distance between the two.
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Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2006 8:53 pm
If looks could kill, Caprica would have murdered Yaru then and there. As it was he mouthed "Yaro*" at his back. He turned the corner and headed to his room. Another fighter was walking down the hall but didn't look at him. He wisely skirted around the fuming Caprica and let him get to his room un-taunted. He let himself into his room and slammed the door behind himself. Stupid whore.
((*yaro: Japanese for "b*****d"))
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 2:32 am
Yaru felt the daggers of the other's glare on his back. He turned quickly as the other vanished. "You're the only 'b*****d' here." He said ust as the other went into his room and quickly turned left down a hall, slamming the door to his own room. Calming down slowly he sat on the ebd and began to meditate again.
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Posted: Wed Jun 21, 2006 4:23 pm
((Um... Shahir-san... Isn't Yaru blind? Cause Caprica certainly can't talk. I dunno how he keeps reading his lips.))
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Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 7:03 pm
((Eh, my bad, I read it too fast, just chalk it up to he' guessed what the other thought of him lol ^^()*
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 4:04 pm
Caprica stretched out on his bedroll and closed his eyes. He wasn't really tired but he figured he might as well rest. He had learned to sleep with all his weapons on. One never knew when someone was going to attack. The thought over the day. It had been boring and full of aggrivation. Hardly anyone spoke to him and it wasn't like he could have a conversation anyway. Sometimes he hated life.
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 7:18 pm
(Could someone inform me when it's morning in the RP. I know my posts have been very lacking, but I plan to make up for it soon. So, whenever it's morning, PM me or something, if you will.)
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 1:00 am
Morning's light came slow. It usually did. It always hit The Tower, first, but Dust never had cause to be up there.
Up chatting with Whores all night, up early to face the day. Remarkable lad ,really. How does he do it? He was wandering the halls of the little apartment buildings... shoes tapping on polished marble, fingertips tracing along the walls and listening for old ghosts.
The worst thing about being psychic... is when you dream, you don't know if you're in your own dream or someone else's. So, he got up early often. Just before dawn was his favorite time of day.
And today... there was something in the air... adventure, anticipation... that feeling that anything could happen. A "better pack a toothbrush" sort of feeling. His toothbrush was thus in his back pocket.
((It's morning! And I'm sorry for my lack of posting over the last two weeks, personal stuff. That's fixed now smile ))
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:23 am
Shiyaa awoke early, sighing as he began brushing his long, silky hair. He always woke up early, as he needed the extra time to fix his appearence. His hair was long, thus needed a lot of care.
After he was satisfied with his hair, he began digging through his clothing, looking for something to wear. He decided to wear a simple black skirt, knee length, and a red tanktop with a black feather pattern on it. It was a little darker then what he normally would wear, but he didn't care. Shiyaa then exited his home, yawining a bit.
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