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 Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 7:36 pm
Mark saw what truly was there. He heard Sam try to comfort KC, but he was thinking of something else. He would need memories to make it work... but even then it might be extremely flawed, and that would just cause more damage. Maybe he should ask Sam. "Hey Sam! Could I ask you a question?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 7:49 pm
"What?! Oh, what is it, Mark?"
KC sobbed quietly on the rim of the tub, listening to the door.
She really hated when this happened, but sometimes she needed a good cry.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 7:59 pm
Mark began whispering in Sam's ear. Sam nodded a few times, and then his eyes widened when Mark was done. "What do you think?" said Mark quietly so KC couldn't hear.
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:09 pm
"Oh, man..."
Sam started walking around the room, rubbing his head.
"Oh, I don't know, dude. I don't think it would be a very good idea. Besides," he added, whispering, "she's really smart. I mean that. She'd figure out what was going on in a heartbeat........ You know what? You can try, but I'm not gonna help you prod her brain, alright?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:15 pm
"Hmmmmm," said Mark to Sam quietly,"What is something she likes? Anything really. Animals especially, but I can't do plants." said Mark, sort of ashamed at his previous bad idea. He went to the door. He knocked softly and kindly asked, "KC, are you alright?" Sensing the stupidity of the question he said, "Never mind, you obviously are but, why don't you talk about it?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:56 pm
KC sniffled and hiccuped.
"Wha-what's it matter? T-talking about i-it isn't gonna-a take the p-pain away!"
"Let me try."
Sam moved Mark aside slightly and rapped on the door.
"KC...? Come on, Kase..."
He tried the doorknob. It was unlocked; that was quite odd. She usually locked the door. He opened it, and sat down beside her. He waved at Mark to go away and mouthed "I'll get her out. Just get out of the doorway."
"KC, you- Oh..."
He wrapped his arms around her, as she had laid her head down and was crying on his shoulder. He sighed.
"Come on, Kase. Let's get you into a more comfortable chair."
She nodded slightly and they stood, leaving the bathroom. They both fell into the same chair, with her on his lap, and he stroked her back.
"Look, maybe talking about it will help."
"M-maybe..."
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Posted: Wed Mar 26, 2008 4:18 pm
Mark walked off into the kitchen. He relaxed by the sink. He could hear the sniffles moving from the bathroom to the living room. Mark sighed. 'What am I supposed to do now?' he thought to himself. 'I'm useless here despite all I can do.'. Mark just silently stared into the drain.
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 11:09 am
[[Holy frack! Abandonment! -sobsob-]]
Neon and Pace watched as everyone left to do their own thing. Neon still stared in awe at the painting as Pace dragged him down to the street to the subway, catching a fast way back to the apartment. The angel had managed to snap back in enough to get up to the apartment without Pace having to remind him to move his feet in a forward motion.
Once they'd reached the apartment, Pace took the painting, walking to the room and setting it down against the wall. He walked back over to Neon, but before he could get a word in, the angel had leaned up and silenced him with a soft kiss. "Thank you," he whispered, smiling lightly. "I love it."
Pace smiled back, not having a need to say anything. "Are you hungry?"
Neon nodded, contemplating the possibilities. "For Chinese." Pace snorted and walked to the phone, ordering take-out. "Because you can't cook." Neon grinned widely and disappeared into one of the back rooms of their roomy apartment.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 4:47 pm
Mark thought for a moment. He took a pad and pencil for his pocket. He began to sketch something. He closed his eyes, and their on the counter, was a bouquet of flowers. Realizing they had no vase, he sketched and created a glass vase. He put water in the vase and the flowers in the vase. He walked into the living room, and instantly realized he was interrupting something. He put the vase with flowers on the coffee table. "I hope those cheer you up, KC." said Mark. He then took his dream chisel and began to leave the room.
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2008 6:20 pm
The couple was an odd one; there was no doubt of that. The boy was scrawny and hardly came up to the woman's shoulder; they bore no resemblance to one another; they hardly spoke. To get the woman's attention, the boy would whistle softly, as one might to a dog; the woman didn't complain about this.
It was clear to any onlooker that the teenager was the one in charge; the woman who walked slightly behind him, at least ten years his senior, by the looks of things, said little, but listened carefully to everything he said, hanging on his every word as though her life depended upon it.
She was dressed in camouflage pants and a black Go-Army shirt, an army green jacket covering her muscular arms to ward off the chill night air. "I don't much like it here, Loki," she said. Her voice was gravelly and low, as though she were hoarse from shouting. "It's cold."
"It was cold in Siberia, too," he said. "You didn't complain to your commanding officers, did you?"
She thumped her chest. "I was the commanding officer."
"Yes, well, now you aren't." He wasn't in the mood for her memories of her army days; really, he wasn't. She was fidgeting horrendously. "Would you stop it?" he snapped.
She glanced up at the sky. The moon was veiled by a bit of cloud. "I'm sorry, Loki," she said. "It bothers me."
"Still? It's been nearly three months since..." He dropped his voice. "Well, you know. Surely you've gotten used to it?"
His answer was a low, guttural growl.
"I'll take that as a no," he said, sighing and rolling his eyes.
"Loki, are there more people... like me?"
They had been through this countless times. He wasn't in the mood. "Yes," he said. "There are."
"Can I meet them?"
"They wouldn't take kindly to you," he said. "Your kind is a very... proud race. 'Packs' are close-knit. They don't like newcomers. There's a delicate hierarchy there, and a new face would disrupt it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Loki." And this, she understood. There were many things he said that she didn't understand -- she supposed all angels were just naturally intellectually superior to humans.
Similarly, Loki assumed humans were just naturally intellectually inferior to humans, lycanthropes especially. When he had met Sarah, he had realized that she wasn't the brightest bulb in the box -- even by human standards -- and that in this relationship, he would be the brains, and she the brawn. That suited him just fine.
He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, continuing to walk onward, the lycanthrope ambling behind him.
[[ ooc// Okay. So... I tried to skim through the past few pages to get an idea of what's happening. And... I got that they're in New York? Um. Yeah. >>;; Any sort of brief summary or suggestion as to how to get Loki and Sarah interacting with the others would be welcome.
Oh, and not all of my posts are this long, I swear. >>;;]]
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 6:08 pm
{well they can interact here, and that pic of the woman, was from the Czech Army xd just kinda funny cause im czech....}
Mark left the apartment, leaving the dream chisel on his stuff. He left the apartment and went out onto the street. He walked the streets for a bit. Despite the cold air, he wore a shirt and his blue jacket, hardly enough to stay warm for anyone else. He was leaning against a street lamp, with a sketch pad open, and was sketching. He got frustrated and ripped up his piece of paper, tossing it into a trash can. He just relaxed and spaced out for a bit. A tallish woman in camo, and a young teen. Mark smiled and began to sketch them frantically. It was a simple rough sketch, and some notes so he could later paint it for real.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 6:46 pm
[[Nothing really, we're in NYC, all have met each other by now, for the most part. I'll have Neon leave the apartment, and they can run into each other. Not sure if Neon will get along with Loki, 'cause Neon's like...still full-angel...? I'unno.]]
Neon yawned and glanced over at the couch, where Pace had zonked. Neon didn't like being inside, to be honest. He wanted to see the sky. He sighed and pulled himself up, walking to the door and pulling it open. He'd go for a walk. Maybe find Crepuscolo for a chat. He never knew where the vampire, was though. He was always doing something, and he didn't like people much. Technically, Neon wasn't a person, but you get the drift.
The angel stepped off into the dark street, looking up. The sky was mostly clear, storm clouds moving off. It was cooler, though still busy. He sighed and popped his back, wishing he could let out his wings, or go flying, or something. Nope.
He turned and started off at a comfortable walk down the sidewalk, making a few blocks. He spotted a pair of people approaching, one much taller than the other. He suddenly felt a strange shiver run up his spine, not one informing him of danger, per say, but of another angel. He raised an eyebrow in thought to himself and kept walking, the pair approaching him.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 6:56 am
Loki heard a low growl from Sarah and rolled his eyes, giving her a light hit in the abdomen with the back of his hand. "Not everyone is a threat, stupid," he said.
"But, Loki, you said--"
But he wasn't listening. He was already setting off at a jaunty pace towards a young, dark-haired man who looked to be no more than two years older than Loki -- but then, Loki knew that looks could be deceiving. So maybe he had ditched the typical "New Yorker attitude." He didn't care -- he just looked like another tourist. Well, another tourist that wasn't trying to have the "New Yorker attitude."
Sarah shifted uncomfortably. She didn't like it here. Things were so much simpler in the army....
[[ ooc// Haha, I just found that picture and was like, "Yeah, this'll work." I noticed the caption under it said something about the Czech army. x3 ]]
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 5:59 pm
[[If you're talking about Neon with 'dark hair,' he's a blonde. Just so you know.
Unless you're talking about Mark.]]
Neon glanced off to the side, stuffing his hands in his pockets and keeping his pace even. His violet gaze now and then flickered up to the approaching angel, but it wasn't unfriendly. Merely curious. He spotted the woman behind him, and something told him that she wasn't human either, though he didn't know quite what. He decided that if he talked to him, he would. If he passed by, that worked too. Neon shrugged at his own thoughts, popping his shoulders again, itching to get out the large, silver wings.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 8:01 pm
[[ ooc// Oh, are you for real? Oops. I think I read their descriptions on the first page and got them mixed up. e.e;; Sorry about the confusion; I meant to be talking about Neon. //bic ]]
As Loki continued to approach the blonde, he called out, "Hey, there." He wondered at how bad that must sound; who in New York honestly called "hey there" to a complete stranger? Who anywhere called "hey there" to a complete stranger? He realized his hand was still up, and dropped it lamely to his side, then shoved it into the pocket of his jacket.
Why was he even going up to this guy? He supposed it was just out of familiarity. He often found himself positively aching to be around his own kind. In heavily populated areas -- like New York -- it wasn't difficult to find angels. But he and Sarah had only recently arrived in New York from rural Oklahoma.
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