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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:36 am
_✜ _ T H E _ S T O R Y _ ✜ On Friday the 13th of February 2009, from 0000h to 2359h UTC, every single device in the world that produces pictures displayed the same geometric symbol superimposed on top of everything else it displayed. At the same time, every device that produces sound played the same tune overlaid over every other sound it made.  For the whole day, there was widespread discussion, with every news outlet in the world trying to find out where the symbol and tune were coming from, how they managed to affect every single device in the world, and what it all meant.
Then at precisely 2359h UTC, it stopped. They symbol and tune disappeared. And all mention of the incident, all records, everything, disappeared. Even the memories of the people that saw the symbol and heard the tune were altered. It was as if the entire event had never happened.
But a small group of people remembered. And more than that, new abilities seemed to be awoken in them, and a burning desire to go to New York City.
Over two months have passed since the incident, and those called by the strange symbol and tune are congregating in New York City. For what purpose? Only a select few know.
But various government agencies are acutely interested in the abilities those called have developed, and the meeting they are going to in New York City. As those called come together in New York City toward whatever destiny awaits them, these shadowy agencies watch... and wait....
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 1:50 am
_✜ _ T H E _ S E T T I N G _ ✜ It is New York City, present day.
If you can recall the symbol and music from the incident on Friday the 13th of February 2009, then you have developed some kind of special ability. You have also had a compulsion to come to New York City, which is why you are here (unless you were here to begin with). You probably have no idea of what is going on, or if there are any others like you. But once you are in the city, you are drawn to a certain area. And certain people catch your attention... you don't know why... but for some strange reason, those called are drawn to seek each other out.
If you are a member of a law enforcement agency assigned to learn more about those called, then you have been sent to New York City with orders to asses the threat... to find out what is going on, why some people have developed powers, and why they are all coming to New York. You may have been assigned to watch those called to find out what is going on, or you may have been assigned to pose as one of them and infiltrate the gathering.
And if you are a member of one of the special groups....
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 12:49 pm
_✜ _ A N N O U N C E M E N T S _ ✜
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 7:56 pm
»»»»»»»»»» Early afternoon, downtown Brooklyn hotel «««««««««« ___ "Top of stair, third door on right... top of stair, third door on right...," Liu recited the instructions that the hotel owner had given her, as she followed his direction to the room she had just rented. Although her attention seemed to be focused on the key in her hand, she was carefully taking in her environment as she walked down the hallway. The place was poorly maintained, and quite filthy, but neither of these things bothered her. Instead, she took note of the signs of violence - dented drywall from impacts, brown stains that could be blood - as she had been warned, this was a rough neighbourhood. That did not really bother her either, but it was something to take note of.
___ "Third... door... on... right!" Finally she stopped in front of her door. Flecks of chipped paint, and suspicious dents suggested that someone had banged on the door savagely at some point in the past, obviously trying to break it down. But since the door was still there, it had obviously survived the assault, giving Liu comfort. Her Mafia contacts - which she had made while working her way across the country in strip clubs - had promised her that the place, while dingy and cheap, was safe. Their word was a solid comfort to Liu, but she was too naturally suspicious to go on that alone.
___ The room was exactly what she expected it to be... a s**t hole. But Liu had lived in far worse. She tossed her backpack onto the bed, observing the way it (didn't) bounce. Sleeping on that would be no fun, but it was better than nothing. The door was sturdy and the window secure - as she had been promised they would be - and the rent was dirt cheap. That was enough to serve her purposes.
___ A few minutes later, Lui passed by the front desk again on her way out.
___ "Room ok, toots?" the owner/desk manager called out as she passed.
___ Liu stopped and regarded him. She would have preferred that he wasn't so interested in her, but she was also used to attracting attention. She knew from the Mafia men who had recommended the place to her that it was mostly used by low-level mobsters from out of town, or as a place to hide out, so having a female guest was unusual for the manager. And by the way his eyes wandered over her, she could tell he liked the change of pace.
___ "Room... smell like fart," she said, bluntly.
___ The manager shrugged, "Whaddaya want me to do, toots? This ain't the Holiday Inn."
___ "You no do nothing," Liu said with a shrug, "Too late already. Already smell like fart. Next time, tell people fart outside. Or open window, ma?"
___ The manager just shrugged and went back to watching his TV.
___ "I go now," she said with a wave, "I go get spray make fart smell go away. OK, bye." The manager just grunted in reply, and Liu walked out into the city. »»»»»»»»»» Mid afternoon, downtown Brooklyn street «««««««««« ___ Liu strolled down the busy street, taking in the sights with wide-eyed wonder. By now she had been in America for weeks, and had seen such big cities as Los Angeles, Chicago and Indianapolis, but far from being jaded she was just as blown away today as she had been that first day after she had woken up after escaping the port in Los Angeles. Each city she had passed through was unique in its own way, and New York was no different. But New York had special appeal to Liu - it was the American city in her mind, and it was also the city that she felt drawn to since she saw the symbol, and changed.
___ She actually had intended to get something to alleviate the stench of the room, but it had been a doomed exercise. She had stood in the store, looking at a wall of spray cans. But with very little reading skill, almost none of it English, it was all gibberish to her. The cans may have been air fresheners, or they may have been spray paint. She had no idea at all, and feeling humiliated and upset, she had finally given up.
___ But rather than going back to the hotel right away, she opted instead to stroll around downtown Brooklyn, and soak up Americana right at the source. The massive, glistening buildings, the ever-present hum of capitalism, and the personalities on the street fascinated her, and she walked around with her eyes wide and mouth hanging open most of the time.
___ "Hey, Chinese!" a hot dog vendor called out to her as she approached. Surprised, she looked around, and then pointed at herself, asking if she was who he meant. "Yeah, you, honey. How about a dog, huh?"
___ Liu walked over curiously, without fear. "Dog?" she repeated, carefully, wondering if she had heard right.
___ "Yeah!" the vendor continued his sales pitch, "A good old-fashioned American hot dog, hot off the grill with all the fixin's. Can't come to New York and not have a hot dog, man." Liu realized how much she must look like a tourist to the city, the way she had been walking around taking in the sights, but in this case she was glad the vendor had picked up on it. A 'good old-fashioned American hot dog' - a necessary part of experiencing New York - Liu was hooked. She watched, fascinated while the vendor cooked her meal, wondering if was really dog. She knew from her experiences already that American foods were often named after things unrelated to them - hamburgers had no ham and French fries were not French - so it was unlikely that these things were actually dogs.
___ "How much?" she asked.
___ "Five bucks," the vendor said. Although he tried to sound casual, Liu detected a faint tensing in his voice. He was lying. He was probably trying to take advantage of a foreigner, jacking up the price. Well, she had learned much while crossing America, hopping from bar to bar, hanging out with dancers and gangsters. She knew how to haggle in American.
___ She spread her hand out in front of her and said, "You're breakin' my balls, man!" in what she did not realize was a thick South Italian accent.
___ The vendor's head jerked up in surprise, and he stared in shock for a moment before bursting out laughing at the bizarre incongruity of a Chinese woman who was clearly fresh off the boat sounding like a stereotypical Mafia gangster. "Hey, Blue," he said to his friend, who was lounging on a step just behind, "You hear this? We got Wu Tang Soprano here. You hear this?"
___ "You're breakin' my balls, man!" Liu repeated. She realized that she was doing something wrong, but she also realized that the vendor was not angered, but amused... and this could work in her favour, so she pressed on, "Fuhgeddaboutit!"
___ The vendor and his friend laughed so hard they were slapping their knees. "OK, OK, Chiney, three bucks," the vendor said, catching his breath. Liu smiled in triumph, paid, and then accepted her prize - an authentic 'good old-fashioned American hot dog'. She took the vendor's recommendations for toppings, then bowed, said, "Xiè xiè," and strolled off to find a place to savour her treat.
___ "乖乖隆的咚!" Lui exclaimed in surprise after taking a bite, "It really is made of dog!"
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Posted: Tue May 05, 2009 8:57 pm
((i just feel compelled to post for Rayne...)) Well its midnight, damn right
We’re wound up too tight
I gotta fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
That s**t makes me bat s**t crazy
We got not fear no doubt all in balls out
Were going out tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Take everything in sight
Were goin’ til the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground at night ~* Tickin’ like a time bomb. Drinkin’ til the nights gone. *~ Rayne was out on one of her usual forays into downtown Brooklyn, accompanied by Dino and Roxy, two strays she'd recently rescued from animal control. She had her hood down, and her blue hair was trailing behind her. She smelled the 'dogs before she saw 'em, and heard the last snippet of what the chinese woman said. 'She can't seriously think its from a real dog?' She laughed loudly as she approached the woman."That ain't dog meat in that there hot dog. Its pig and/or beef that they use, or mostly that." She stood a little ways off, and stood like a proud wolf or something, with a hand on her hip and head up. She also looked slightly like a creature about to bolt. Her accent was of, very heavily uneducated, Brooklyn-ese. Her walking companions sat next to her, though they looked about ready to jump the food. Rayne herself was ready to go after the food too, the scent of the 'dog was making all three drool. ~* Get your hands off of this glass. Last call my a**. *~ We're screamin’ like demons
Swingin’ from the ceiling
I gotta fistful of fifties
Tequila just hit me
We got no class, no taste
No shirt and s**t faced
We got them lined up
Shot down firing back straight Crown ((...and i end up only coming up with two paragraphs T.T I fail..))
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Posted: Wed May 06, 2009 4:43 pm
 𝒞́ℯ𝒾ℓ𝒾𝒹𝒽 𝒟́𝓊𝓇𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃ℊℯ
᚛ᚉᚔᚐ᚜ Her heels and ankles burned with dull but persistent pain as she walked down the concourse, and she cursed herself softly for forgetting how stupid it was to fly for seven hours without wearing running shoes - and style be damned. Ah, but even then, the problem was that her feet had fallen asleep during the long flight, and had to recover via pins and needles as she walked to immigration. Sneakers would have probably not have helped after all.
Céilidh Dúnlainge stood patiently in line waiting to have her passport checked, stifling a sigh. She had not been back in the US in a year or two, and that mostly because the new stringent security checks initiated during the previous administration tried her patience. She had never been a fan of travelling internationally even before then, but the new security hysteria had pushed her patience to the limit such that she never travelled any more unless she had to. It didn't help that she knew just how easy it was to bluff security before the "improvements", and she could see that despite slowing things up, the "improvements" did nothing that would make that any more difficult.
And that was before... the incident. Céilidh was perversely tempted to use her gift to press her way through immigration and security, but that would gain her little. Because she was carrying firearms, she still had to wait to be specially checked by security... and no amount of persuasion could speed that up. She could theoretically simply walk right out of the airport and no one would be the wiser, but there was no need to do something that might bring her problems later. This time she did not bother to suppress her sigh. It was going to be a long day. ᚛ᚉᚔᚐ᚜ Hours later she walked out of the gate, sweeping past the last few greeters waiting for friends or family members coming in from her flight. Since she had taken so long with security, most had slowly filtered away, although a new crowd was already building in preparation for the next flight that would be arriving through that gate. Out of habit, she swept her eyes over them: Family, waiting for grandparents. That one's waiting for a friend or maybe sibling, and annoyed at the wait. Oh, lover, waiting to meet someone he met online... hope she looks like her picture....
Although it was not her first time in America, it was her first time in New York, and JFK International can be quite confusing to the uninitiated. Céilidh always hated asking for directions, especially in America, because almost inevitably whoever she asked would be intrigued by her accent and want to start up a conversation. Under normal circumstances, Céilidh did not mind that much, but now she was sore and tired, and she just wanted to check in to her hotel, collapse on the bed and kick her boots off. She resolved that if the person she asked for directions did want to start up a conversation, she would press them, and make her escape while they were fooled.
As luck would have it, she did not have to go to such extreme measures. The airline courtesy agent she found was far too busy to chat, so she simply gave Céilidh terse but complete directions to where the hotel shuttle buses stopped. ᚛ᚉᚔᚐ᚜ And so it was that Céilidh Dúnlainge found herself standing on the sidewalk of a covered carport, two suitcases by her sides and heavy travel bag slung over her shoulder, morosely waiting for a shuttle bus to the Holiday Inn. She had seen the previous bus pull away before she could get to it, so she knew she had a long wait. She stood right by the bus stop, rather than sitting at the benches nearby, both to avoid any other people that might come to wait, and to be the first on the bus to get a good seat to herself.
As she waited, she hummed a U2 tune quietly to herself, and occasionally tapped her toe or her heel against the pavement to change the way the boots felt on her feet. 𝒞́ℯ𝒾ℓ𝒾𝒹𝒽 𝒟́𝓊𝓇𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃ℊℯ
᚛ᚉᚔᚐ᚜
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 12:25 pm
Nica rushed down the airport hallways with an energy and urgency fuelled by raw excitement. As she had expected, America was like an entirely different world. Everything was shiny and futuristic......... they even had sidewalks that moved you automatically! You don’t even have to walk in America!
Despite not being one of the first off the plane, she was one of the first at the customs & immigration counter, practically speed-walking her way there, dragging her single, colourful carry-on suitcase behind her. She stopped at the entrance to the room, quickly swept her eyes over the scene to take everything in – what everyone was doing, what all the signs said, and so on – and then fell in with a hop behind the red line in front of a free immigration officer.
The immigration officer watched her with a frown, clearly wary of anyone with that much energy, and took a moment before waving her forward. “Passport and customs form, pl-,” he began, but Nica had listened to the instructions on the plane and had them on the desk in front of him before he could even finish his sentence, “-ease......... OK........ So are you here on business or pleasure?”
“What?!” Nica asked loudly, shocked. Several other passengers and airport officers turned toward the noise. Nica raised her chin and put her hands on her hips indignantly, “What business is that of yours? You are using your power to ask me out?”
“What?” the customs officer repeated, dumbly, “It’s just......... I just........”
“Nice try!” Nica scoffed, “You thought I was foolish? I know that bribery is not allowed in America! Ha!”
“No, I,” the officer pressed his lips together and his face turned purple with anger and embarrassment. He continued slowly, “I am not hitting on you. I have to ask you this question. It is procedure.”
“It is?” Nica asked, looking around. The officers at the neighbouring counters, as well as several passengers nodded slowly in confirmation. “Oh........,” Nica tried to shrink back into herself, and she mumbled meekly, “Carry on.”
The officer cleared his throat, and continued. This time, his voice was tight, “Business or pleasure.”
“Business.”
Seeing that she was now following protocol, he relaxed slightly, “How long will you be staying?”
“Until my flight out.”
The officer’s hands froze and his jaw set, and his posture visibly tightened. But it was clear he just wanted this to end, so he pressed on, “Will you be visiting a farm anytime in the next three weeks?”
Nica laughed at him, “There are no farms in New York City! Even I know that! I am not an idiot!”
The officer closed her passport with a snap and handed it back to her quickly, “Go. Just go. Go now. Hurry. Faster. Go!”
Confused, Nica picked up her papers and moved on. Just before she was out of earshot, she mumbled to herself in a voice just loud enough for the officer to hear, “It is true what they say about people in New York being assholes.”
Behind her, she could hear the officer’s teeth grinding, so she beat a fast retreat.  With no baggage checked – she had only her carry-on bag – Nica breezed through ahead of the rush, and was out into the arrivals area in a matter of minutes. With no one to meet her – no one in her village had known anyone in New York – Nica stood dazed in the huge arrivals area, thronged by hundreds, or possibly even thousands, of foreigners. For a moment she felt a wave of culture shock and homesickness, and a panicky urge to turn and run back to the plane, back to Africa, back to her village.
But she swallowed it down and clenched her fists to steel herself. This was not a pleasure trip, she was here on business.
The next thing to do would be to go to the hotel. Her travel agent had booked her a room in the Holiday Inn, so she asked a security guard how to get there. The guard suggested that she could use a taxi, but that the hotel operated a free shuttle bus from further down the concourse. Thanking him, Nica went to find the shuttle bus stop.
At the bus stop, there was a woman there, standing right by the stop. She had the look of a person that knew exactly where they were and where they were going, so Nica walked straight up to her.
“Excuse me, Miss,” Nica said, “How are you today? Is this the shuttle bus stop to the Holiday Inn? We board here? And we do not need tickets?” 
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 5:36 pm
sukitooru yume wo miteita
yawarakai eienn
kaze no youna kasuka na koega
takai sora kara
boku wo yonnde iru
kono mama tobi tateba
doko ni datte yukeru  ~*I was having a transparent dream*~ Sitting on the bench at the bus stop, which would take you to the Holiday Inn, supposedly a beautiful building, was a beautiful half-japanese/half-roman woman. She held a book in her hands and was reading in brail, which still caused her a great amount of trouble. Her eyes looked forward, and you could tell that those bottomless-pool, pair of blue orbs saw nothing of what was around her. She had come to the airport on assignment, to make contact with the 'called', though she had to be incognito. Well, as incognito as a blind woman could be. Lucky for her, blindness didn't affect her too greatly. Her powers more than made up for it, especially for something like recon work.
She sighed at the approach of a very energetic young woman, whose accent probably meant she'd just arrived from somewhere in Africa. A faint sound, off in the distance, alerted her that the bus would arrive soon, and it was already visible to those who had their eyes. She puts the book away, as she hadn't really payed much attention to the content of the book. She stands up and moves towards where the two were waiting for the bus, moving slowly and cautiously, for fear of tripping or some such. Skye could feel the power within them, though it didn't tell her exactly what that power was, or what kind of people they were, whether they'd be 'friends' or not.
The vibrations from the heavy moisture in the air, from the rain the other day, let her 'see' the women. There was no color, but she could make out their features well enough. One woman was humming and tapping her foot to the une she hummed, she'd been the first to arrive of the two 'called' women. The other, energetic, one was tall, slender, attractive, and clearly African, from her facial structure. Of course the skin color would be a dead give-away but her aquatic 'echo-location' didn't have colors other than black 'n' white-ish blue."Excuse me, would you mind letting me know when the bus is here? I can't see a darned thing, and I'd much appreciate the help." She said to them in a full-out, strong, roman accent with a hint of japanese in it. She sounded as though she herself had only just arrived in the city, though she'd been in New York since shortly before the transmission. She had even enrolled in a University for the Arts already, originally for majoring in art. ~*It was a tender eternity*~ tumetai asa no himo
mayowazuni susunnde yukuyo
itamimo kanasimi mo
mikatani kaenagara
kimi wo terashiteiru
taikiga mada kienai no nara
boku wo matteite
shizukani mioroshite ((i'll add a bit more detail later.. this is a good post for now though))
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 5:46 pm
»»»»»»»»»» Mid afternoon, downtown Brooklyn street «««««««««« ___ Liu was surprised to find herself answered. Between the hot dog vendors and the passersby on the street, she had thought that everyone was either ignoring her or simply not taking her seriously.
___ Her eyes fell on the stranger, and instantly her guard was up. It was not only the peculiar appearance of the stranger, it was her two pets that made Liu nervous. She was no stranger to animals, including dogs, but she had never owned any of her own. In particular, her experience with dogs tended to be negative. She had had guard dogs loosed on her dozens of times for various reasons - and those dogs had been trained to kill. Also, kidnap gangs often used dogs, both to sniff out hiding girls, and to scare them into submission for an easy catch.
___ "Pig?" she repeated, dubiously, keeping a watchful eye on the two dogs, ready to flash out at a moment's notice if need be, "This no pig. I eat pig. I eat all parts pig. This no pig."
___ "That guy tell you this pig?" she jerked a thumb at the hot dog vender, "You been played like a mook, sister. Bada bing."
___ She turned her attention back to her lunch, lowering her head to take another bite. But that was just a ruse to make her bangs drop over her eyes. While her eyes were hidden from the stranger, she started to call up a flash, which made her grey eyes shimmer blue. But with her head lowered, her hair hanging over her eyes and her eyes half-closed, the change was invisible. It only took a moment, and although her eyes were lowered so that she could not see the stranger's face - or the faces her pets - her eyes never left their feet and paws. If any of them so much as twitched at her the wrong way, Liu would flash into fast time, and be gone before they could blink.
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:18 pm
Well its midnight, damn right
We’re wound up too tight
I gotta fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
That s**t makes me bat s**t crazy
We got not fear no doubt all in balls out
Were going out tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Take everything in sight
Were goin’ til the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground at night ~* Tickin’ like a time bomb. Drinkin’ til the nights gone. *~ 
The woman sort of hunched over, and Rayne got this wierd sensation. The fur on her neck and arms stood up, and she felt a change in the woman. She was reminded of a small animal, that was ready to bolt, somewhat like herself actually.
"Don't worry, lady. I ain't gonna do nuffin to ya, neither are Dino or Roxy. We're just hungry is all, honest-to-god.. or whoever." Her hands were slightly raised, in an attempt at showing she meant no harm. She did this when she met a new animal friend, to help them calm down before she used 'beast master'-y on them.
Her vocabulary wasn't very good, infact it was a bit worse than Liu's, but she thought she'd got her point across. The vendor, meanwhile, was looking at her funny, he was one of the few street vendors who wasn't used to her, one who didn't know her as 'the vampire' or any of her other titles. He clearly had never seen an albino, or, in her case a partial albino, before. This was normal for her, so she shrugged it off. ~* Get your hands off of this glass. Last call my a**. *~ Were screamin’ like demons
Swingin’ from the ceiling
I gotta fistful of fifties
Tequila just hit me
We got no class, no taste
No shirt and s**t faced
We got them lined up
Shot down firing back straight Crown ((yay, i managed to come up with a good-sized post^^))
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 6:31 pm
𝒞́ℯ𝒾ℓ𝒾𝒹𝒽 𝒟́𝓊𝓇𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃ℊℯ
᚛ᚉᚔᚐ᚜ Céilidh noticed the approach of the African girl, sizing her up quickly. Young, pretty, travelling alone, and with the oblivious expression of someone thrilled by a new place, Céilidh sighed inwardly. This city would chew a girl like that up, then spit her out broken and scarred.
The girl's eyes fell on her, and she came right over. Céilidh was hardly surprised - the girl clearly needed some guidance, and the only other person nearby was a strange blind girl sitting on the bench reading. That girl got up too, apparently hearing the bus approaching, and came over.
"Grand," she answered the African girl's first question, "Thank you."
She turned and pointed at the oncoming bus, "Aye, this is the stop and here comes the bus. Free to all riders, so long as your destination is the Holiday Inn. You best be getting your bags together." 𝒞́ℯ𝒾ℓ𝒾𝒹𝒽 𝒟́𝓊𝓇𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃ℊℯ
᚛ᚉᚔᚐ᚜
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Posted: Fri May 08, 2009 10:06 pm
»»»»»»»»»» Mid afternoon, downtown Brooklyn street «««««««««« ___ "You better believe you no do nothing to me," Liu said, softly, more to herself than the stranger. She kept her eyes downward, not out of fear, but to hide the shimmering blue from her flash charge. If she chose not to flash, they would stay blue for several seconds, but she was not yet convinced that she didn't want to flash. For the time being, she would keep her flash charged up, just in case she had to make a sudden escape.
___ "Why you so white?" she asked, tactlessly, "You sick or something? Is it crack? I hear lots of people in New York on crack. You on crack? Crack make you hungry, ma?"
___ Out of the corner of her eye, still keeping her face dowards, she caught the hot dog vendor looking over the stranger. From his reaction, Liu realized right away that the stranger was as strange to him as she was to Liu.
___ "You no from around here, huh?" she asked, warily, "You looking for trouble? Cause, buddy, if you looking for trouble, you come to the right place, eh. Yeah, that's right. You heard. I know kung-fu. Yeah, shaolin style. Wushu. I Buddha-palm your a**. You wanna piece of this? I kick your a** into next Sunday, then wait a few days until Sunday come, and then kick your a** again into next Sunday after that. You hear that? That two Sunday. I kick you a** two week. That long time to kick a**."
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 12:33 pm
Well its midnight, damn right
We’re wound up too tight
I gotta fist full of whiskey, the bottle just bit me
That s**t makes me bat s**t crazy
We got not fear no doubt all in balls out
Were going out tonight
To kick out every light
Take anything we want
Take everything in sight
Were goin’ til the world stops turning
While we burn it to the ground at night ~* Tickin’ like a time bomb. Drinkin’ til the nights gone. *~
"Lady, you ain't heard o' albinism? I'm an Albino, so i have no, or rathernext-to-no, pigmentation. Course my eyes and hair are e'septions, and they are colored, however lightly, while the rest a' me is white as the dead. It ain't got nuffin ta do with drugs.
I never touch that stuff, even if i had the money to buy it. I'm hungry 'cause I ain't eaten since early yesterday." She told her answering some of the questions right away.
When the woman mentioned knowing kung-fu and such, Rayne got a curious expression on her face. "Whats kung-fu? I never heard of it. I'm from New York city, sure as hell, but this vendor guy don't know me yet." She pointed to the guys that were with the vendor, they recognized her, and were explaining to their buddy who she was.
Comprehension dawned on his face and he stopped his staring at her. He actually seemed to be purposely avoiding looking at her, as he'd heard of the girl known as 'vampire', but never really believed she extisted. Now that he'd seen her, he didn't want to draw her attention anymore, in case she was really a vampire.
The paleness of her skin really made it seem like she were, and the fact that she normally moved around at night and had a swarm of animals that followed her everywhere, all of it looked suspiciously like what you'd think of when you thought 'vampire'. ~* Get your hands off of this glass. Last call my a**. *~ Were screamin’ like demons
Swingin’ from the ceiling
I gotta fistful of fifties
Tequila just hit me
We got no class, no taste
No shirt and s**t faced
We got them lined up
Shot down firing back straight Crown
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Posted: Sat May 09, 2009 11:21 pm
»»»»»»»»»» Mid afternoon, downtown Brooklyn street «««««««««« ___ "Albinism?" Liu repeated, testing the word on her tongue. No doubt about it, it was completely unfamiliar to her. And she was still confused about what the stranger was saying. "Hey. Wait a minute. You say you Albino, and now you say you New Yorker? Which one? You from Albinism or from New York?"
___ Even though her eyes were lowered, and she was keeping a close watch on the stranger's two dogs, she was nevertheless observing the behaviour of the hot dog vendor as he watched the new girl. She knew that by watching him, she could get a clue about what the stranger was about - if he seemed scared the stranger might be dangerous, but if he leered the stranger was probably safe. A look of revulsion might tell her something, too.
___ What she saw troubled her. The vendor didn't seem particularly frightened of the stranger's appearance at first - he seemed more curious than anything else. But when his friend whispered to him - obviously about the stranger - his behaviour changed immediately. Suddenly he was studiously trying to look away.
___ It was something Liu was used to from back home in China. Someone new would see her in passing and be intrigued by her graceful beauty, staring openly at her... then someone else would tell them who she was - daughter of a murderer, runaway, disrespectful of her father... and the person would suddenly stop staring, and try hard to avoid meeting Liu's eye. It was how an outcast was treated - a pariah.
___ Cautiously, Liu raised her head slightly to look the stranger in the eyes again. Doing this gave away her shimmering blue eyes, but Liu had to look into the stranger's eyes. When she had looked before, she had seen coarseness, but not cruelty - they were kind eyes, used to trouble, but not wicked. She had to look again to see if she had been right before.
___ Again, she saw no cruelty in the stranger's eyes. So why did the hot dog vendor now seem to think that she was a leper? What had his friends told him?
___ "'ey," she said quietly - so that only the stranger could hear, "Guǐzi. You in trouble for something? I no think these people... they no like you, ma? They look at you funny, hm? Maybe we should move on, hm?"
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