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 Posted: Sat Sep 16, 2006 10:59 pm
Feeling a sort of pity for the young girl, Nika watched the whole ordeal as her boss helped the young woman with the grandfatherly attitude that made her love her job so much. Then, shock sliding over her face as the girl came back an apologized to her. Blinking a couple times as she digested what the girl was saying to her.
"It's no problem, and sorry if I sounded harsh..." Was her reply, her voice warm and infectuous as she took it all in stride. Then, as the young lady spotted the flowers she had been arranging, she gave a bit of a sheepish smile and shrugged.
"They can't, I asked Mr. Colby to order them in, they really are quite beautiful.. and they're okay in Fairhill if people know how to take care of them" Crouching down, she reached out a gloved hand and touched the vividly colored flowers with an affection like a mother tending to a newly-born child. Then, looking curiously up at the other she asked in confused tones. "I'm surprised you know about them, they arn't exactly a common flower in these parts, or very easy to get ahold of.."
Nika was exceedingly grateful for what Mr. Colby had done for her, giving her a job, letting her turn his old garage into her own place to live, giving her the money to furnish and turn it into a decent living quarters as long as she paid her rent every month. He was one of the very few people that knew about her... oddity. He was like the grandfather she never knew..
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Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 1:46 pm
The noise of the engine starting split the night air, distilled after the calls of the crows. Jayson considered the situation as he carefully manoevred the SUV to avoid crushing as many of the dead birds as possible, thought that was quite a difficult feat. He was pragmatic about it - he had to get out of the parking lot sooner or later, right?
So.
There were quite a few confirmed mutants hanging around in front of the mall, and who knows how many more inside. So it was true - birds of a feather. It seemed to apply doubly tonight.
He glanced once more at them doing the best he could to memorise their faces. His mental abilities had been slightly enhanced by his own mutation, but he still had to put effort into it - squinting behind his dark sunglasses at those gathered in the area. He pulled out of the parking lot. With this many, it would be better to get them one at a time...
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A woman fed a quarter into the payphone near the door, tapping the top of it impatiently as she waited for pickup. She was youthful-looking - her skin was darkly tanned after a summer spent in perpetual vacation, in great contrast to her pale, ice-blue eyes and coloured platinum hair.
Something caught her eye. There had been an incident by a nearby nursery, but that wasn't all it was...
It was red-eye.
The casual name among Insdiers for the phenomenon in the Becoming. Red-eye - the way a camera flash affects peoples' appearance in photos had a similar look, but the one that applied to the mutants was a little less pronounced, usually noticeable only to those savvy of the phenomenon. She didn't remember who coined the term, but Diane Hunter thought that the descriptor was fairly accurate.
"... Hello?"
She hadn't realised that the person on the other line had picked up and replied hurriedly. "Sorry. Um, I need a cab to the mall, by the theatre entrance..."
It was hard not to stare. And, as a general rule... where there was one Becoming, there were bound to be more.
"I'm in no rush," she added, before getting her total and hanging up. Putting her hands in the pockets of her loose jeans, the young woman stepped outside -- and was met with two things she did not want to see: the gruesome sight of the dead crows, and a familiar black SUV leaving the parking lot.
"s**t," she muttered, placing a hand on her forehead and turning away, hoping that the driver hadn't seen her. So there were more of them around.
((I said I would and I did. ;p
The next post I make will be in the future a couple days.))
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 7:00 pm
Joviality had withered from her face, and a dry, gloomy expression now shadowed her visage. She had grown silent, black-rimmed eyes lost in painful reminiscence. It was as if she was drifting away, removed from a cheerful picture, and a phantom, wispy, sallow, had taken her place. “That is because they are poisonous,” came the ethereal whisper; everything rushed back in a blur. She was there again, in flesh and blood.
“I always hear about roses and their thorns, and how one pejoratively symbolizes love, or a noxious woman,” she began, in a daze. She had unknowingly knelt down, the back of her dress folded beneath her lap. A white hand lay atop the red and orange corona. She lightly pinched the top of the plant, and a speck of sap wetted her index. “Rose thorns hide no poison; blood flower sap does. At least the ugliness of a rose can be seen firsthand, whereas that of blood flowers is only seen when it is far too late.”
She rose in a flutter of white frills, a light saltation in her step. She smiled wanly, hands timidly clasped over her waist. “I am rambling. Forgive me.” She had given no further explanation, and so a moment of silence bogged in awkwardness. Then, realization creeping across her face in a tempest of floridness and profuse blushing, she exclaimed a gasped ‘oh!’ and extended a sleek, snow white hand to the stock girl. “I’m sorry. I am Lilith Wernecke, though people usually call me Lily.” She smiled, now sincerely. “Pleased to meet you!”
((Dropping the italics. Is it better like this?))
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 7:32 pm
Reinhard muttered a few curses in German under his breath as he walked about the parking lot. What a time to forget where he parked... He shook his head, letting out a sigh. He manuevered amongst dead crows and stopped only when he came upon a man driving an SUV, his eyes, oddly enough, bearing sunglasses.
'Who the ******** wears sunglasses at night?' Reinhard thought, rather confused, though his mind instantly went to the old classic song of the same name.
He shook his head to scatter that thought. The song was annoying anyways.
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Isaiah sat on a curb, head in hands. He had called his parents, but got no response from them, and left a message. They were supposed to be up still, but they had probably wandered off.
'I deserve to be forgotten anyways...' He thought sadly, shaking his head, eyes locked upon the pavement.
His parents were probably off at a late dinner or perhaps even asleep or at a club, figuring that Isaiah would want to stay out later. But who knew? He had his cell phone in his pocket, awaiting a response.
He felt and saw headlights upon him, and he looked up, spying a SUV with a man inside, who wore sunglasses... even at this time of night. Isaiah tilted his head slightly upon seeing it, but rolled his eyes. People were such idiots sometimes...
'Idiots like me...' He thought, returning his gaze to the pavement.
(Just an update, really. To let ya'll know I'm alive. 3nodding At least in this RP xd )
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RogueKazimeras Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 4:33 pm
((Well.. it's a bit easier on the eyes xd ))
Her smile faltered when the girl seemed to go into a trance-like state. She knew the caution of blood-flowers, it was why she always wore gloves when she worked with them, like she did now. Then, as the girl seemed to snap out of it and introduce herself, Nika carefully peeled off one of the gloves, her very pale hand dirty with the potting soil that had gotten into her gloves.
"Nikatia Friesen, pleased to meet you too" She said sincerely, her icy-cold hands gripping the girls firmly with a 'warm' hand shake. Her smile had returned. Then, stopping a second, she looked up at the clock and asked.
"Do ya wanna hang out a bit after I get off work? We're closing the store in about fifteen minutes if you want to hang around till then." Nika was feeling very companionable at the moment, and this girl's akwardness and shyness facinated the young girl.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 6:37 pm
Yo_Landa Jill blinked. What the hell just happened? Those...those birds! So many of them, all at once and... She remembered reading something about it in the paper, once. Well...it wasn't like she read it often. Something about people finding these birds all...dead...just like what happened! But...but why? The young girl broke her attention away for a moment and turned to scan the mall again. She was slightly startled when she met eyes with the other girl, previously sitting near the stairs. Why...was she staring at her? It was a little creepy, actually. She had strange eyes. Jill blinked and scanned the mall again, but the girl kept staring. Weird. "...hello?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and waving, "Do I...know you?" Jill paused and thought back...no, she couldn't remember. Then again, there were a lot of things she couldn't remember. She didn't have many that she CARED to remember either. Short term memory...she remembered what she WANTED to, but not much else. "Would you like something?" she questioned her, trying to ignore the dead birds all over the parking lot outside. Then it hit her. What if...what if the girl saw her change? Well...it wasn't a massive change, of course, but it was noticible when someone's facial features started shifting around. Not someting that happened regularly. But, she was sure that she had her back turned... It was probably something else. Definately...hopefully...something else. "No," she said, turning her eyes away. Yes.She hid her embarassment with a dismissive smirk, like the whole thing amused her in some plebian way. Those who knew of her would expect nothing less of the girl - the snobby rich redhead, the girl who never talked to anyone she thought might not be quite as intelligent or well-bred as she herself was. How do you appreach someone about that? "Hey, did you change faces since I last saw you?"Her sharp eyes followed the black SUV as it made its way out of the parking lot, and the one that followed it. The license plate, A53-RGY. She'd seen it before. Her brain automatically snapped to the still in which it was apparent: she had watched it drive off towards the base once, but hadn't pursued it further. When she loked towards the street once more, a familiar sight relieved her - the car. It was a classy, European number in dark red, obviously highly expensive and a little out of place in a town like this. She jogged down to meet it and got into the passenger seat, eager to leave. "What happened here?" Her mom, or "Kai as a blonde in twenty-three years", looked concerned, peering at her daughter. "Bunch of crows all just... I dunno." Kai shrugged uncomfortably. "Fell from the sky. Look, I don't think I want to talk about it right now..." Her mom shrugged and began the drive home, now and then giving strange looks to the quiet passenger. ((Yay, removal. I think you guys'lllike what happens next though. -was totally involved in he creation- razz ))
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:07 pm
There was no helping it; giddiness was overwhelming her. On her very first day out, she had made a friend – one that wasn’t small and green, too, though this Nikatia did have a certain pigmentation that made Lilith wonder. From the stock girl’s point of view, they were, at most, merely acquaintances, but the young girl, in her years of seclusion, was unable to make the difference. “Gladly!” was all she let escape through beaming lips.
With the spring of a child, she bound into a squat, and the ceramic pot that held the scarlet flowers rose into the air with the girl, frail white hands wrapped gingerly around the earthenware. Three long strides and she was back at the counter once more, greeting the kind cashier, Colby, she had learned then in their exchange. With her last rumpled bill, she purchased the milkweeds and also picked up the given plastic bag that contained her bought plastic sheets.
She turned to Nikatia, looking the woman from head to toe. “I don’t mean to pry,’ Lilith started, a bit unsure. She stood an awkward pose, the flowerpot held tightly between crossed arms and bosom, the little white bag dangling from the back of her elbow. She was so innocent that she actually seemed a discrepancy without a crown of flowers on her head. “Are you feeling well? You seem a tad wan… you should get yourself checked it it’s anemia.”
((I'm liking this text size.))
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