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 Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 4:35 pm
His more male form resumed, he casually walked down the sidewalk from his apartment, ignoring most things around him that didn't have a particular scent. "Fodder City is what they should rename it...it's all it is, unknowing and unwilling..." he muttered to himself with a smirk, stretching and placing his head in his hands. "Stupid little humans."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 4:38 pm
A scent travels through the air to him. He lowers the volume of the music. He keeps walking his face placid.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 4:46 pm
He continued walking, aware of the noise dying down not far off in the distance. Opening his eyes, he looked up to the cold blue half crescent in the sky and smiled. "How I miss my old home...so much more intelligent." he laughed and continued on.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 4:50 pm
He reaches into his pocket and grasps the handle of a cruely made knife that he made.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 4:52 pm
A yawn escapes his lips and he blinked, digging his hands into his pocket and continuing down the sidewalk, sensing some aggression from somewhere. To who, he didn't know. But someone was in a bad mood. He kept his pace as to not implicate him hurrying away, but he put up his gaurd.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 4:56 pm
As he kept walking until he saw the the source of the scent. A small growl escaped his lips. Though not knowing why, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 4:58 pm
He stopped and turned toward a sign, tilting his head as he examined it. "Pawn shop...ugh..." he said to himself, shaking his head and walking slowly toward the alleyway near the shop, leaning against the wall with a sigh. "Maybe I shouldn't have crashed the ******** fifteen miles...sunuva..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:01 pm
He kept walking decideing not to pick a fight until he knew what it was.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:03 pm
He sneezed into a hankerchief, tossing it into a trash can. "Goodness." he said slightly, raising a brow as he placed his hands in his pockets again. His aura would appear human, just a regular male, but it would read on a magical scale as though he were a powerful mage. For those with 'the sense', there was a light wind swirling around him, brushing his hair in the air.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:03 pm
Rika walked onto the street as she exited the park, looking around for any prey that could possibly be her next meal, when she saw a man walking into the alley by the pawn shop and decided to follow, she jumped onto the building next to it and crouched down so she could watch him without being noticed...
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:09 pm
Jax didnt eased until he was until a good twenty feet from the odd man.
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:12 pm
An empty body was somewhere above him, the aggressionistic aura slowly drifting. He smirked and cast a glance left and right, then tilted his head upward, looking for the person watching him. He didn't see the person, yet, so, he looked back down and looked over at the end of the alleyway. The night was at face peaceful, but there was something apparently attracting those who walk the dark path to him.
He acted casually, yawning and stretching again. He pulled out his wallet and counted the money. "Hm..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:20 pm
Rika continued to observe him, she could feel that he knew she was there and the fact that he had looked around for her helped that theory, she watched as he counted his money and her bloodlust started to creep up on her since she hadn't fed in over 3 days, she looked healthy but that was one of the perks of being half witch, magick could do wonders...
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Posted: Thu Mar 03, 2005 5:22 pm
He sensed a spark of the gift in her, of which type, he couldn't tell. "Seventy-two dollars is all I have? Jesus..." he said to himself, now taking his attention off of the vessel and looking around the wallet, searching for his money. "I got pickpocketed! What the hell?!"
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