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Asrafel Love Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 8:53 pm
Asrafel had barely closed the door behind him as he rushed out of the center. A woman's voice could be heard calling him back in but he ignored it. He had to get to someone. Anyone. Even if he couldn't protect them all, that wasn't going to stop him from trying. He heard the door click behind him, and it was enough to assure him that the door had closed. He turned without really looking where he was going, and his wings buzzed noisily as they brought him up into the air; the closest of his kin that he could think of was Elle, but if she wasn't home.. his head was full of worry and mindless of where he was headed. He just had to try. Elle, Joce, Shauna, Cal.. every one of his kin flashed in his mind. He didn't care what she said, there had to be a chance to get to them before anything bad happened.
He fluttered down the street at a breakneck speed, his eyes unfocused in worry.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 11:58 pm
"Yeah, thanks a*****e. Thank you!" Slan slapped the closing door of the elevator, making it perfectly clear he was singling out the jackass that hadn't held it for him. It seemed a regular occurrence lately.
Maybe it was the chainsaw. It wasn't real. Well... that was a lie, but he took off the chain! Whatever. He took the stairs instead, a few flights not going to hurt him.
It was already a quarter til 5pm and he was going to be late. He hustled down the streets, bobbing and weaving through a few clusters of people as best he could with a 10 pound chainsaw balanced in his hands. The crowd finally parted and suddenly another man decided to take the opportunity and shot past him, almost toppling him over in his urgency. "Goddamnit..." It was becoming one of those days already. Slan looked back at the fairy-boy and sneered. At least he wasn't the only freaky out so early in the evening.
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Asrafel Love Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed May 14, 2008 12:33 am
Asrafel felt the hard bump of someone against him and it knocked him back into his senses. He stumbled to his feet and turned to look at the guy, his face the picture of regret. He couldn't stop to apologize, however, and it pained him to do so, but he yelled out a quick 'Terribly sorry!' to the man and turning to continue his flight. He did a double take, however, when he caught sight of the man's frightening hat, and equally frightening chainsaw. Keep flying, Asra, keep flying. Not the kind of man you want to disturb.
His wings beat in overtime as he zipped away, biting at his lip. It almost felt as though something about that man worried him.. besides the scary ensemble of course. Asra felt like.. he felt like he had just lost something.
He was about to lose his friends, he chastised himself, if he didn't hurry. He shook himself out of it and continued onward, headed to find Elle as quickly as he could.
Whatever it was that gave him this strange, aching feeling, could wait.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 2:06 pm
One of Those Days
Part One
Well that harshed his boner. He didn't expect the man to apologize, and he couldn't really stand there and stay pissy, it made him look like the douche. Sniffing indignantly, Slan just kept walking, not really wanting to start s**t since the fairy had like a six pack and was probably a head taller than he. And faux rabbit was barely over five foot with a forearm the size of a twig. He also didn’t need to add assault to his list of excuses why he was late so he kept walking down the street, ignoring the few passersby that gawked.
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“You’re almost thirty minutes late!”
“Okay well someone like attacked me in the streets, witnesses everywhere and uhhh… yeah…” Slan shook his head like a disappointed parent, arms akimbo.
“Well you get to work at the watchtower tonight,” His supervisor seemed a little too happy with this.
“… Fine…” The young man kept the swearing to a minimum as the family crowd began strolling in before sunset. Pussies. He headed for the employees building, scaring off children who got too close and clocking in. He put away his phone and his wallet into his locker and grabbed one of the lighters issued to all employers. Though Slan had only used it during training so it would be an interesting night of fireworks. The only problem was he had no pockets. Pursing his lips into a suspicious line, he looked behind him to see if any other employees were in the area before poking his hat. It’s skeletal nose wiggled and it opened its bloody teeth, letting its master placed the lighter into the void of his gaping maw.
Slan turned quickly and left the mess hall, heading for the watchtower, dragged into only a few family photos on his way. Oh sure, he smiled dutifully and all, but the only thing running through his mind was how much he wanted to just kick these snotty little children and run off laughing. This bullshit was not in his contract. He was hired to scare kids in the mansion and forest with his freakish ensemble. And now he had to babysit little ******** in the watchtower. Goddamnit!
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 5:17 pm
One of Those Days
Part Two
“God, finally…”
He wanted to tell his co-worker to suck a d**k, but that would be a bit counterproductive on his part. Instead he just glowered at the girl and told her she could leave, he would take over. Thankfully, it was quiet for now. He pulled back the chair the girl had been sitting in before and sat down himself.
And shot right back up. “Godd—dangit!!” He clutched his right thigh and censored himself with a bite in his tongue. What the ********!? It felt like something bit him! He felt across his leg and felt something smooth and hard stuck in his pants.
Weird.
Slan looked behind him to make sure no children would be scarred by the vision of him sticking his hand down his impossibly tight pants for this painful intruder. How the ******** could anything get down there, his pants were practically painted on! Eventually he got a hold of it and cut himself once again before he could wriggle it out. It slipped from his hand and clanked onto the hard floor.
How the <********> does that happen? Like really? The faux rabbit waddled over to the shard of glass, catching the cranking gears of the clock tower in its reflection from above. He turned to stare at the ceiling, suddenly intrigued by the guts of the watch tower. The large cogs and wheels clicked and creened together to turn the large astrological face atop the tower. It was supposed to tell the position of the stars and planets and s**t, but he doubted it was anything accurate. As if any ******** villager would know the difference. Without thought, he picked up the shard and placed it back in his hat’s abysmal mouth. Before long though, he could hear the pitter patter and general annoyance that were children climbing up the stairs and he dutifully smiled albeit threateningly and motioned them around the corner quickly, already tired of this damned job. Not too keen on sitting down again, he leaned against the stone window that looked down on the amusement park, hoping that brooding up here for six hours would go quickly.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 5:28 pm
One of Those Days
Part Three
Oh God it wasn’t! Oh God! No wonder no one wanted to work up here! He was too tired of these little brats to even smile anymore. He just glared at them in his corner, pointing and hustling them elsewhere. Never again would he be late for work.
Finally another worker relieved him of his duties and he all but skipped up the tower, so thrilled to go shoot off some fireworks. Eee! His long ears flopped excitedly above him, irritating his maroon hat.
“Oookay….” Slan clapped his paws together, completely overwhelmed by the set up. s**t. “Can I have my lighter plox?” He lifted his hand in the air and after a moment, the strange hat spit it out into his hand. “Thaank you…” Checking his watch, he had a few minutes to ******** around before he needed to do this all proper like. Everything was already organized into rounds for him so all he had to do was load and light. Sweeeet. So he loaded the first round, all small flashers until the finale comes up later.
The tower chimed midnight and Slan got up off his a** and lit up the first set of fireworks, shying back so nothing shot him in the face. And ******** it was loud, and he had two sets of ears! The faux wolf took off his hat and folded his long white ears under it to shield them from the hurt. Well, so far so good. He grabbed another big spider firework and stuck it on the launcher, the others littered with small bottle rockets. He clicked on his lighter and lit the fuse and in the stark cry of the ignited firework it didn’t fly off! It got stuck on the launcher and began to spark wildly in front of him, catching one of the bottle rockets which caught another and another. “Ohhhhh… ******** me…!” He’d be lucky if he had a job by tomorrow. The sounds of the shrieking fireworks were deafening and all he could do was grit his teeth and push the large crates away from the sparking failure before they could ignite as well. But another wailing began and the crate underneath him broke, spilling a sea of black gunpowder around him. He fell back to get away, but the boom happened and it deafened even his own shout as he hid his face in his paws. It ended with the exception of a few lingering pops and screeches and Slan singed in the a** plenty. A foreign clink hit the gunpowder-filled ground below him and he cracked a grey eye open. It was another piece of glass.
“What the ********?! This isn’t…?” His hat wiggled crossly; never would it allow something to slip past. Well then who the hell was shoving glass up his a**? All he could think of was that fairy boy, but why would he just happen to have glass on him? That made no sense. His ears picked up the cacophony of footsteps up the employee ladder. “Ow…” Slan sat up and looked down at the shard, its surface glinting in powder like black sand, the grains displaced and falling away from the glass’ weight. He picked it up in his paw and gave it to his hat for safe keeping without thought, as if it were the only logical action.
“What happened?!”
Slan pressed his soft paws against his face. He probably looked like a kid caught with his hand in mommy’s cookie jar.
“Uhmmm………”
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 8:51 pm
One of Those Days
Part Four
Ugh.
Slan waddled down the barren streets of Durem at half past two in the morning. His chainsaw and foul expression kept other night owls and crazies at bay. At least he hadn’t got fired. But he was now full of shrapnel or whatever the ******** bit and singed him. God everything hurt. The amusement park medic said he was so lucky not to have any serious burns or injuries. He didn’t feel ******** lucky. ******** a** ********. ********! He wanted to get his a** home and soak in the tub. Mmm tub.
The little faux rabbit put in his code and unlocked the door to his apartment complex, poking the elevator button constantly until it opened and ignoring the odd stares. He stumbled in like a zombie and surprise surprise the small crowd behind him didn’t follow him in. He was actually delighted for once people assumed he was a serial killer, made the trip up to the eleventh floor quick and easy. He stumbled right back out at the ding and unlocked his door, turning on the lights before he could trip on something and impale himself on yet another piece of glass that magically found its way in his pants.
He opened his bathroom door and took off his hat, setting it gently on the sink counter. “Can you give me those two glass thingies… please…” The hat took its sweet time to find the shards in the void of his being and finally laid them in Slan’s hand. So much trouble from two damned pieces of broken glass. Dropping them on the sink, he turned on the faucet and began undressing, bitching and moaning from the slight burns across his arms and legs as he literally peeled his red suit from his body. He grabbed a towel out of the cabinet below the sink and lung it across the curtain rod.
Waiting for the water to fill, he watched himself in his mirror, the stark lighting creating shadows over his face that made him look so old. He looked down at his hat which was frozen, looking just like it should: a normal hat. He patted it gently, knowing the littler bugger hated it and before it could chase him off, he leaned over the tub and turned it off and stepped in gingerly, grumbling at how hot it was on his poor feet. He grabbed his bath pillow and wedged it under his neck against the lip of the bath and sighed. The water sort of stung his abused body, but it was worth it.
So now what to do?
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