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 Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 11:10 pm
I'll be your nightmare mirror
Do what you do to me... Staring at me...Hmph.
Stevie's ears twitched slightly in agitation. She'd gotten used to not attracting unwelcome glances here, but it still annoyed her like it'd never stopped. She shook her head a little, deciding against looking at whoever was looking at her.
Best not to give them the satisfaction. And besides, she'd reached the counter.
"Hi. I'd like a meat lover's without the crust or sauce, please?" The demoness ordered, giving the person behind the counter a blank stare when they asked if she was sure. "I know what I said. I'd like it rare, if you don't mind." She added while handing over some money. Carnivore's aren't common anywhere... ...ɹoɹɹıɯ ǝɹɐɯʇɥƃıu ɹnoʎ ǝq ll,I
Colder than a steel blade.
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Posted: Sat Oct 05, 2013 2:29 pm
Chris was glad she liked pizza a lot, even if it was wheat- and wheat-byproduct-free in this town; otherwise the law requiring her to eat here every week would be a pain. Fortunately, she had heard about the bathroom that definitely wasn't in the basement, and definitely didn't have some things that were not wheat- and wheat-byproduct-free available.
She put in her order of cheese sticks at the counter, then politely asked if she could use the bathroom. The cashier informed her, just as politely, that the bathroom was currently not working, but she was welcome to use the one in the basement if she liked. Giving him her thanks, she made her way to the basement.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 2:10 pm
Jersey lifted his eyes from the flyer, arching an eyebrow handsomely as he took in the tentacles outstretching from the girl. "I saw you downstairs..." He shrugged passively like it was a normal thing, to see through floors. Alas, it was not, and he did not exactly "see" through them. The voices told him, of course. They were always there, he decided, but only not as loud at times. Information could not be stopped from shooting into his brain, thus he learned of everything happening almost everywhere. Like right now, while he sat in Big Rico's greasy booth an angel was off setting a plague upon one particular person who had commited rape. Good to know that they were setting things straight. "Not exactly, I'm a waiter, but it seems most people have been helping themselves around here. As soon as they sit down and wait patiently I'll be on shift again." This was ended with a slightly malice filled grin, then another wink and his eyes were back trained on the paper. Jersey couldn't get around the words on the paper. Then he snapped, narrowed his eyes, and glanced at the girl. "You better be glad I'm not a hunter, though." Words, barely whispered, made it through his lips. "Rick..." He wasn't quite sure how he knew. Maybe it had been drilled into his brain somewhere in the hushed whispers at night? Maybe. All he knew was that he knew. His hand went into his pocket, fiddling with the silver pocketknife he kept there, though he never really knew how he accquired it or even how it had gotten into his pocket. Other people had slowly filed into the pizza parlor, but those were easily ignored. It was just him and that thing now.
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Posted: Mon Oct 07, 2013 7:39 pm
 
(._.· (¯`·._ Rosea Embers ·._.) ·.·´¯)
Thoughts: W-w-what does that mean?!?!? What did i do to him?!
Ooc:.....
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(._.·(¯`·._<☉>·._.)·.·´¯) Widen worried olive eyes watched the other. She couldn't place the emotion well that he showed but it was easy to see it went from friendly and highly stand offish. The moist tentacles that were out and open now shrivled in a trembling bulge. They retacted untill they were gone cause her body the tremble instead. She no longer cared about the secret police and the very yummy wheated pizza. Her attenction was fixed on the one in the booth. She held her arms close to her and smile through trembling lips, "W-What do you mean by that? Y-You would hunt m-m-me?" She giggled to try to hide her worry, the white of he eye slowly pooling and turning black. Her Olive irises turning muddy with a warm orange. She kept herself out of his reach and smiled at him, pleading with herself to calm down. Pleading with him to calm down.
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Posted: Wed Oct 09, 2013 1:50 pm
The knife was out, no need to hide it, he ran his fingers up and down the worn leather and snapped it open with a flick of his wrist. The silver glinted in the artifical light, he hummed appreciately and set about carving his name into the booth before he replyed.
"Nah, I don't do that, not my problem. Starting to see a few things around here that could use some hunting, but better to lay low than be killed, am'I right? Too many of ya' nasty little buggers." His voice took on a rough accent, one he had never heard himself speak in and couldn't stop, and for a moment something older than the earth itself shone through, but what it was no one knew or seemed to notice. Then it was gone. The smile he had on his face matched hers, choosing to ignore the black around her irises. He looked sharp and scary, then that dissapeared along with the accent. Nothing was mentioned, and nothing would be mentioned hopefully. He refused to talk about the strange things that seemed to be happening to him.
"No need to get defensive."A chuckle here, to make up for the knife pointed in her direction as he went back to carving an eye on the table. Nightvale seemed obsessed with eyes lately, seemed fitting he'd carve it here. "Just don't step out of line, mmkay?" Look at him, making friends. His fake smile slowly faded as he bit his lip and concentrated on his work.
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 5:11 am
(._.· (¯`·._ Rosea Embers ·._.) ·.·´¯)
Thoughts: W-w-what does that mean?!?!? What did i do to him?!
Ooc:.....
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(._.·(¯`·._<☉>·._.)·.·´¯) It was far too late to calm her racing heart. He was dangerous. In this town where she thought she could found a life so calming, she finds what feared her most. There was no hit of green in her eyes anymore. The tentacles that protected her were gone leaving her with the emptiness of her own mind. Hey eyes, once widen with fear, were widen with...happiness. Her lips pulled into a wide grin with teeth and sharped before the man, the mass in the store. "Why Hello Friend!" Her voice was different now. It was high pitched and bubbly. With a tilt of her head, one can see the hint of a metallic covering. It was bulge and round. A collar maybe? She slides into his booth and bounces making herself conformable. "Can you tell me where we are? I was just at Strexcorp's bi weekly science teaching when i found myself here. Is this part of the program. Are they providing lunch this time? OH aren't they just delightful!" Her sharp teeth pierced her lips letting Droplets of crimson to trail down her lip and chin. She didn't notice it at all. If you looked closer to her lips, it seems there were many of those wounds. They all seemed recently healed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 7:33 pm
  I'll be your nightmare mirror
Do what you do to me... Is that...blood?
The sudden smell of iron made Stevie stiffen. She'd tried to stay off of the other patrons' radars, though she couldn't help listening. She was scared, though it was somewhat standard in this town. But the smell of blood, that roused her bravery and anger. She turned to look at the source of the smell as well as the man who made her wary.
"...Is everything alright?" She asked, taking one step forward.
Please let this not be a mistake... ...ɹoɹɹıɯ ǝɹɐɯʇɥƃıu ɹnoʎ ǝq ll,I
Colder than a steel blade.
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 4:36 am
(._.· (¯`·._ Rosea Embers ·._.) ·.·´¯)
Thoughts: W-w-what does that mean?!?!? What did i do to him?!
Ooc:.....
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Rosea glanced up at the on looker. Her paled face tilted as she graced her with a wide smile the pulled greatly on her lips. It reviled her sharped teeth and the wound that still flowed down her chin. "Oh Heavens, everything is just perfect on this beautiful day. I don't think i've seen you around friend!" The odd girl stood to take the others hand. The blood dripping on the table, floor, her self and her hands. It seems talked has made more wounds in her lips. It was more then odd that she didn't bother to cover them at all. In her mouth, one could see a larva like begin with many red eyes. It looked scared as it slithered about. It kinds looked like the tentacles that were normally around the other. It seemed to me trying to get the girls attention with its eyes, shifting them to the door.
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 3:15 pm
The best odds were to stab the thing in the heart with his knife, as silver killed most things, if he recalled his mythology on things with tentacles correctly. Jersey didn't have time to pull up a computer and research, his eyes moved rapidly back and forth between the monster with the outstretched hand and larvae squirming out of it's mouth. No Hunter that he had ever encountered had dealt with something like this, maybe the Men of Letters had an article or so. The time to act was now. "My dog's waiting at home, better go feed him." He did his best to muster up a nervousness he hadn't had before, trying to scoot his way out.pimpedoutprophet Sorry this is so short...
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 8:39 pm
I'll be your nightmare mirror
Do what you do to me... Good job, girlie. You messed up. Again.
"One, we're not friends, since I don't even know your name. Two, you're bleeding, in case you haven't noticed?" Stevie muttered, pulling her hand back. she then held it out to show the blood that'd been smeared on it.
"You're...different, hm?" She asked. She looked around quickly, but it didn't seem anyone was paying attention. Typical. If the man (that'd identified as being knowledgeable of hunting demonics) wasn't there, Stevie would've been tempted to show her own nature a little. Then again, this other 'girl' might be intimidated and attack... Suddenly, Stevie turned her head to look at the man.
"...You've got a dog?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. He was nervous, at least his voice gave off the impression of it. Part of her wondered why she was afraid at all.
I can probably deal with them both if i have too...Maybe. ...ɹoɹɹıɯ ǝɹɐɯʇɥƃıu ɹnoʎ ǝq ll,I
Colder than a steel blade.
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