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 Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 6:57 pm
Dasha smiled slightly, her unusually unpainted lips drawing more attention to themselves. She hadn't put on any lipstick that morning since she had just gotten up. That was about the only time she didn't have any on.
"Yes it has," she agreed, glancing to the side for a moment. Her long hair fell over her shoulders before she turned to look back at him.
"Are you working today?" she asked, still not sure what she herself was doing. She would plan as she went along.
The chill wind nipped at her bare skin, but she didn't shiver. She looked down at herself, taking notice of her bare feet.
"If you'll wait a second, I'll come with you," she said, holding up a finger at him before scurrying off inside. She grabbed her boots and slipped them on, then ran back outside, shutting the door behind her. She practically jumped over to Flint's side, looking up at him again.
"Kay."
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:31 pm
Flint laughed slightly, perhaps its was nervious laughter. He didn't know but that wasn't what was on his mind.
"Aye, I'm off to work right now. Its kind of you to come with me," he said as he started to walk once more.
"I work at the library now ya know. I assume you still work at that diner? I've never been there but I've seen you when I went to the market."
He smiled more as he crossed his arms across his chest. It was the best he could do in order to keep himself from holding her. He felt like a stalker, admitting that he knew where she worked. He hadn't gone to see her on purpose. It was a simple trip.... so why did he feel so?
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 21, 2009 7:54 pm
Dasha started walking with him, letting her arms swing delicately at her sides as she walked.
"Yes," she confirmed slowly bringing her hands together in front of her. She held the fingers from one hand with her other hand lightly, glancing over at Flint. Surprisingly, even to herself, she was happy to have seen him again. She hadn't done much before meeting him besides working. Even after meeting him, she didn't see him all that much. But it was something she had to look forward to every now and then. Something different. Besides, she actually sort of liked him, which was rare enough for her.
"What do you do at a library?" she asked, somewhat curious. "Organize books or something?"
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:07 pm
Flint nodded in response to her question.
"Organize books, translate books, check out books. Everything of the sort. But I feel more like a babysitter. Theres an old man that works there. Well, he lives there too.... but either way he never leaves. I have to do all the cleaning and shopping for him. But he always makes me the best tea. It has some type of wood in it. He talks about it in his stories too. And man does he have some good stories. He tells them like he was there."
He paused to give a little chuckle.
"The man's probably insane or something. He always talks about these creatures of the night and this quite epic story about them being killed off by a band of hunters. Everyday he tells me a new part of the story. He says it really happened but I can't help but think he's a poor old man with a faltering memory."
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 12:32 pm
Dasha faltered in her steps at the mention of the man's exact stories. Of course, she knew the truth. But she wasn't about to discuss it with Flint. She couldn't help but wonder, though, how this man knew these stories. Did someone tell him? Or by some odd chance, was he actually alive when it happened? She wasn't even sure if her parents were old enough to be alive during that time.
Realizing that she had let a silence pass between them as she thought, she searched for something to say.
"Yeah, maybe," she replied, sounding rather unconvinced. "Do you know how old he is?"
She couldn't help but wonder if he would know. But how could he? She looked no different than any regular human. Well, save for a few subtle differences, but they could all be excused by various things.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 1:09 pm
Flint shook his head, not noticing the silence that had passed.
"He's... very old. I'm not sure how much. He always mutters about how he needs to pass on his knowledge like his father had done before him. I guess his son died in an accident along with his wife."
A sad look fell upon Flint face.
"Its really sad. He's got no one now. I guess thats why I don't feel so sad about spending so much time with him. He says that hes the last of the librarians, the protectors of history. But,... thats just silly don't you think. I mean, I could even be called a librarian.... Though I feel like I should wear glasses when I'm called that.... Perhaps in time I will. Ahahah... But yhea... "
He paused to rub his hands together once more. A thought occurred to him, causing him to turn towards Dasha.
"Have you met him?"
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 1:16 pm
'That makes more sense...' Dasha thought to herself.
She looked over to Flint shaking her head slightly.
"No....I don't think I have," she answered. The few years she had lived in that town, she couldn't recall a time that she visited the library. The only places she really went were to work and the marketplace. And the bar. Of course, after that one night she stopped visiting the bar quite so often. In fact, she hadn't been there for quite some time now that the thought came to mind.
"I may have seen him in passing, though. I'm really not sure. But I don't think I've ever met him." She shrugged slightly. She could have technically 'met' a lot of people who she didn't recall. No one really stood out.
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 3:52 pm
A smile stretched across Flint's lips.
"You should met him. He'll be there so you could if you followed me all the way to work. But I doubt you'd want to hang out with a loser like me for that long."
He smiled faintly to hide the sadness that overwhelmed him. He was strong, he could protect himself, and he could blend into the group pretty well. But he was tired of doing that. And yet it was the only way he could even get something close to a friend. He was tired of only knowing his family's love.
His silver eyes itched slightly, the crevasse of blue gleaming in the morning's light. He really did need to get a life. The girl beside him,... she made him want to run and not give a care about the people around him. She did, every single day. She didn't try to hid her hair or her eyes.
The thought was strong upon him as he slowly pulled his hat off and ran his fingers through his hair. He held his hat before him for a moment, eying it, before replacing it atop his head. This time people would be able to see his bright silver hair instead of having it hide with in his hat.
"I think he'd like you......" 'I know I do....'
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Maylean Call Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 22, 2009 6:19 pm
Dasha glanced over at Flint again and her eyes went immediately to his hair. She hadn't thought of it much recently, but it was probably one of the first things she had noticed about him. A small smile slipped into her expression before quickly fading as she looked away.
"Of course," she said, a hint of sarcasm appearing in her voice. "Maybe I'll come to hang out with him instead of you. I mean, gosh, I don't know why I'm even talking with you." She turned to him, giving him a quick grin before changing back to a somewhat pouty expression.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:29 pm
Maylean Call Flint gave a small laugh as they walked, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"An astute observation miss."
They walked a bit furthur before they found themselves at the libraries entrace. It was a good thing that they weren't very far when they had met. Flint didn't think he'd have the imagination to carry on a good conversation. He really should start working on that.
"Ah, we're here! Isn't she beautiful? Well, as beautifull as an acient buildign can get. Anyway, let me open the door for you," he said quickly before leaping up the three steps and pulling the large wooden door open, the silver handles cold to his fingers.
For a library, the front door was very intricate. Its face was carved to tell a story, one very old and dark, and had silver wooven into it. It was almost equaly amazing that no one had stolen the silver yet. The wood itself was also very odd, one not from around the town or nearby forests. Deep, dark lines spread across it where they wove and twisted with age.
.: FYI, the wood it that wood that vampire dun like. Cause I'm lazy I'm not gonna go find the name. Also, its the same wood that is in the tea. Lols. This place is like "NOOOO, WE DUN WANT VAMPIRES HERE, but we'll tell stories about them and how cool they are.-smiles-" :.
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Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 7:49 pm
Dasha paused as she saw the door. Something about it bothered her. The pictures her reminded her of, well, where she came from. And that was just the sight of it. The wood had a very unique smell that lightly stung her nose. She did her best not to cringe at the scent. And the metal....Why on Earth would anyone lace a door with silver? Or go through all the trouble to get the wood that made it? She could think of a reason, but it wasn't one she liked.
A door is like the portal into a building. If a door was built like that then, well, the building itself didn't seem very welcoming to her. She was reluctant to even go through. The old man had told stories of vampires, correct? Perhaps he held some sort of grudge against them. Or was paranoid that one would come to kill him. Either way, she wasn't so sure she wanted to meet him anymore.
She looked up at Flint for a moment, pausing. She would have to go in and hope for the best. It was a good thing that he had opened the door for her, at least. She wouldn't have wanted to touch it. She cautiously approached it. She almost stopped in front of it before rushing through. She stopped as soon as she was inside and turned to look at Flint.
"Thanks..." she said, slowly looking around the inside of the library. Where was the old coot?
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Posted: Thu Aug 06, 2009 11:51 am
((Um, this is a One-on-One role play between Maylean Call and I. It's not open for anyone to post. It's in the rules. *pokes 'Rules' thread*.))
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Posted: Tue Aug 18, 2009 8:53 am
.: Oh oh oh! You don't know me! Yhea, what Ice said. Though, I would have said it a tad differently. -waves hands- Shoo Shoo. You can roleplay with us in a different... non-one on one roleplay... :.
Flint smiled, followed her in, and let the door close with a loud thud. Almost instantly there was a call from way up high. Balcony after balcony rung the sides of the walls as the floors reached up to the ceiling.
"Mr.Bateman? Is that you?" it called weakly and followed up with a few coughs.
Flint's eyes shot up to the top balcony as he called in return.
"Aye, it is! I brought a friend if you don't mind. I wanted you two to meet."
A small head popped out over the railing, its top surface covered in scraggly gray hair and a long beard hanging from the chin.
"Aaaah! I female friend? Planning to make a little hub-bub in my lybrary where ya? I see how you are, you rasky fellow."
Flint's mouth opened in attempt to deny the claim before he promptly shut it and shook his head. There wasn't anything he could say to change the man's mind. Swiftly he walked over to the front desk, dropped his clothes, then started climbing the small spiral stairs meant for employees.
"Sorry about the stairs," he called, pausing in stride, "You don't mind climbing to the third floor do you? Thats where the diner is..."
He gave Dasha a sympathetic smile as he waited for her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2009 8:14 pm
Dasha looked up, hearing the man's voice. She scowled slightly for a moment, hearing him cough. 'He's making himself seem small and weak...that's his cover up.' She paused for a moment, rethinking. She was just being paranoid. Besides, maybe he really was old and decrepit. How old would he have to be to know the stories of the last vampire? She glanced at the door again....evil....door....Before she looked back to Flint. She followed along behind him without a peep, still considering what she was getting herself into. She didn't even catch the man's comment about her. Even if she did, well...it was better that she didn't.
She shrugged when Flint addressed her again, still not saying anything. She didn't mind climbing stairs at all. She could probably climb them faster than he could if she wanted to without even breaking a sweat. But that was beside the point....
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