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 Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:01 pm
This is a private roleplay between Prince Pandi and Shaish.
Do not post here unless you are us~
Jericho & Sheiye
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:45 pm
"Fly, fly, fly away"  
Running, running, over the rooftops and through the crowds, almost sounded like a children's tune. But the rooftops were far more uneven and solid than hills, and the crowds swayed and shifted far more than sporadically placed trees. And as one might assume, the Lugia wasn't being chased, far from it. He was running on his own, running for the adrenaline that pumped through his veins, running for the forcefully created wind blowing through his long hair, creating a stream of white behind his slightly bent over form. The faint sound of shifting clothes could be heard, as well as the slight jingle of metal earrings colliding against each other and metal ear cuffs, almost as loud as the lightly panting breath coming from slightly parted lips. As much as he'd ran, climbed, weaved so far, his body had grown used to the long distances, the complicated twists and turns, the heights, and he could still run much, much farther.
Purple eyes were darting, focusing and then losing focus before shifting again. His mind was racing, almost as fast as he was running, when and where to jump, flip, or grab hold of something, when improvising would be necessary, who he'd probably run into when he reached certain points. He'd just gotten off of one of his part time jobs twenty minutes ago and already it was a thing of the past, pushed far out of his mind and replaced with sensations, smells, sights that overlooked the vast city and the people below the buildings he ran over. But, it was these things that eased his mind, these things that gave him his 'escape' from the world, from reality, from responsibility, from painful memories.
'Over the next building, jump down, land on the next lower building before hopping over the border and landing on the manager's car,' his mind thought automatically, almost ritually since it was one of the routes he usually took after finishing up his shift at the delivery company. Sheiye's body reacted accordingly, jumping the distance between the narrow alley before setting a hand on the border of the shorter building, hopping over the side and landing on his feet on top of the familiar blue Ford F-150 with a thud, that had once again been recently cleaned of shoe marks, which now graced the vehicles roof once more. And there sounded that also familiar voice, scolding him for the 'thousandth time'. "SHEIYE. My truck is not your landing runway! Find another place to use!" the older man shouted, having memorized the Lugia's routine by now, as well as timing. Sheiye hopped down from the truck roof just shy of a can of soup skimming the ends of some of his hair, giving a grin before running off again. "If you don't like it don't park there!" he shouted back, giving a short wave, "Though it does help the jump!"
The Lugia ran, ran, and ran some more before entering the public park in the center of the city, finally slowing to a casual walk while his chest accommodated his panting. With a final relaxed sigh he reached a rather large tree off to the side of the center walking path, slipping his hands into the pockets of his white cargo pants and leaning his head back for a moment, closing his eyes and taking in a breath of air laced with the scent of the surrounding trees and hog dog vendors. It wasn't until that moment that he heard it, though, the sound of something sliding along with an unfamiliar sounding texture. Sheiye opened his eyes after a moment and leaned his head back down, moving out from the close proximity of the tree trunk and leaning to the side, catching sight of an Alakazam with a pleasantly colored canvas. His eyebrows raised at the sight. It wasn't that art wasn't uncommon, that he hadn't seen it before, but it was something he knew he could never really do and admired those who could, be it friends or strangers.
"Or run to make your escape"
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:26 pm
▒░█ "We'll watch the stars come out tonight..." ▐░ ▒  A black plastic spoon dangled from his thin lips, bobbing whenever he mumbled harmless curses when strokes didn't go as he planned. There was nothing around him that required the spoon really, not even traces of wrappers of containers. It was just there, like usual. It helped him think, it calmed him when he was stressed. Perhaps something that started in his childhood, but the guy always had a spoon on him.. He was like a smoker with his not-so-lethal habit.
However, judging by his painting quality, it had to be natural born talent. A classic Asain method with a few bold lines and mostly washed out colors giving the scene a soft tender glow. Oddly enough he wasn't painting anything around him, he just loved the serenity of the willow tree. What was on the canvas? A little girl holding up a baby fawn in a forest. It was simple and yet gorgeous in its own way. The reference picture of a smiling little girl in a dress clipped to the top corner of the board. Jericho wasn't the best out there, as a matter of fact people hardly knew his name. But you could see his murals on buildings every now and again, perhaps a few paintings hanging in the houses who did know him. But the man hardly looked the part.
His hair was choppy and looked as if, at one point in his life, was long. He had on a simple thin black jacket and his gloves a strange golden-brown color over three fingers and the rest a ash black color as well as his skin tight top that reached up to his neck. Then there was the scarf, his favorite piece. It was the same brownish color as his gloves but the tips were slightly fluffed and colors blended similar to his hair. The Alakazam leaned back and studied over the piece and then he felt it.
Staring.
It was an odd feeling but it happen to him so many times he'd gotten familiar the eeriness of the situation. Jericho tilted his head back over his shoulder with the spoon hanging from his mouth. Bright honey brown eyes gazed up lazily at the Lugia as if he weren't even phased by a stranger sneaking up on him. But after getting a good look at his viewer, a small sleek smile curled faintly after pinching the spoon with his fingers and pulling it from his mouth.
"Hey." it was a simple greeting and judging by this man's demeanor it was like he'd been sleeping his entire life and just finally decided to wake up. He wasn't dragging, but he was, without a doubt, in the ultimate relaxed state. His voice carried with a soothing bass that wasn't demanding nor submissive.
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Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 8:32 pm
"Fly, fly, fly away"
His eyes shifted after a brief pause from the painting to the apparent painter, another brief pause before his mind finally kicked back into working and pulling itself out of whatever trance it had been put in by the simple yet gentle canvas image. "Hey," he replied simply in return, a friendly smile finding its way to his lips before he decided to move over, around the tree somewhat to squat down near the man, resting his elbows near his knees. Sheiye's eyes took brief note of the clipped image, letting his eyes glance around some of the park for a moment to try and find a matching living being, returning to the man when finding none. "Pretty good for imagination. I'm no artist, but I hear it's easier doing it from life," he spoke in his usual friendly manner, "How long have you been at it? Today I mean, not that I'm not curious about the long run." His head cocked to the side, expression turning obviously curious to match his words. He treated everyone about the same, like a friend until proven otherwise. How close he got always remained the same, but that never stopped him from being fairly open with just about everyone.
His plain white tank top was form fitting enough to not cause much wind resistance, his pants following suite. The black converse on his feet weren't the best running shoes, but anything with an arch made his feet feel awkward and far too bulky. The end of his mohawk trailed down his back, layering and narrowing down to the end where it coiled on the grass below him. Sheiye's attire was simple, mainly only wearing what he needed to and didn't restrict his movements. The only accessories he ever seemed to wear were his earrings and ear cuffs, a few wristbands, and a necklace that stopped a bit below his collarbone, a metal feather-like charm hanging loosely, almost ancient looking and worn.
"Mind if I sit and watch for a bit?" he asked, but shifted to sit down anyway without waiting for an answer, crossing his arms comfortably over his chest and leaning a forward a little to get a better look at the painting before his head yanked back slightly. "Ack-," he half mumbled, shifting again briefly to pull the end of his hair out from under himself, flinging it back lightly with a hand before crossing his arms again and returning his attention to his new companion.
"Or run to make your escape"
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 3:10 pm
▒░█ "We'll watch the stars go out tonight..." ▐░ ▒ Shifted in his seat as the questions came. It wasn't uncommon, but most people just asked in passing and went about their life. Few actually sat and watched--or for that matter wanted a conversation. Jericho tucked the handle of the spoon behind his ear and picked up his cleaning water that was already murky with paint.
"Thank you." his face scrunched up with a grin at the idea of things being easier painting from a reference in his face. "Maybe it would be easier. But imagine having to pose and be perfectly still for hours." his eyes folded like an Asian lucky cat whenever he smiled "I guess i could if I were asleep though." he didn't mind answering despite being distracted by the work. The Alakazam went to dip his thin brush into some more paint before glancing at the stranger and chuckling when he sat on his hair. He was cute to say the least.
"How long? Oh I don't know, I hardly keep up with time when doing something I love." Jericho smiled while scratching his head with the wooden stick of the paintbrush. In truth, he couldn't stop looking at the Lugia and he started to feel like he was being rude. The Alakazam looked back to his painting and started working on it again, trying to figure out why he was staring so badly. It wasn't like him.
"I think I started sketching at ten and kept going until I found out about painting at thirteen. Stuck with it since. So..." he looked up at the sky as if it had the answer "...so about ten years now." his brown-golden hair swayed in his nods accepting that number as good enough. After a few more strokes he chuckled. There was no way he could resist asking
"How about you? Have you ever cut your hair?" he gave a harmless smile hoping the Lugia wouldn't get offended.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 4:39 pm
"Fly, fly, fly away"
Sheiye was watching the man's actions, idly curious about the workings of art, or at least in this case, one person's art. He wasn't around many people who painted or drew in the slightest, so it was almost like he was watching how something was created, the birth of something which didn't involve or need words, which was something he could appreciate. It was almost a childlike curiosity, not that his mind could really wrap itself around how it all worked, but he tried. The murky water, the brush, the paint, how it all added into the image itself, it was an idle fascination for him. It was almost like the stars, he couldn't create them, draw them, touch them, they were not tangible for him and their complexity was beyond him, but they entranced him nonetheless, kept him staring when most people would simply glance and look away, return to their 'daily lives' as they called it.
His attention was pulled back, however, when the man spoke. "I don't think I could handle sitting still for that long," he replied, giving a small laugh, "Probably could though," he finished, even though he wasn't completely sure what the man meant. The Alakazam seemed quite a bit more grounded than himself, which might've been what made the man interesting. Usually he himself was always moving, same with the people he was around, when he was around them. Quite a few of his friends shared his 'running' interests, though many did tend to have a difficult time always keeping up. Then again, not many of them took it quite as seriously or viewed it as he did. But, because of his life style, he did find the opposites interesting to be around, as few as he met. His brother was also a more grounded person, but it would've been unfair to view the Alakazam as the same, seeing as his brother was always someone he had an interest in, in that protective older brother sort of way.
Sheiye caught it on occasion, the stares, when he wasn't absorbed in the painting that is. He didn't really mind it, was usually pretty oblivious to it in fact. Always on the go made it hard to be as observant as some, aside from planning routes when he was running. He listened to what the man had to say though, that friendly smile almost always occupying his face. "Woow," he let out, his expression turning a little surprised for a change, "sticking with something so long, no wonder you're so good." The Lugia gave a short chuckle before hearing the man's last words, blinking a little in surprise. "My hair? Mmm," he half mumbled to himself, glancing up at some of the hanging willow branches in thought, "Almost six years ago now? Wow, I didn't realize it'd been that long." He reached up with a hand, pulling the length of his hair over a shoulder to give it a small look over in thought. "I cut it all off about then, but I guess I've been letting it grow ever since," he said, flinging it lightly back over his shoulder after a moment, "What about you? Your hair cut seems a little unusual. Ah- Not that that's a bad thing," he said quickly, waving his hands a little in defense, "I just mean it looks like you cut off quite a bit. A friend of mine did the same thing a while back, but it didn't come out nearly as neat looking," he finished with another chuckle.
Sheiye took the opportunity to get a better look at the man, the subject making his staring a little more reasonable. He wasn't hard on the eyes, at all really. His black attire accented the golden-brown, and vice versa, the colors warm yet not overly so. It was the right mix of shades. And, if the Lugia had to be honest, the just mentioned hairstyle suited the man, long but not too long, short but not too short, it fit his seemingly calm personality. The man in general was just pleasing on the eyes, almost like a painting of sorts himself.
"Or run to make your escape"
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 8:13 pm
▒░█ "We'll watch the stars go out tonight..." ▐░ ▒  It was his eyes. Had to have been what kept distracting Jericho from his work and giving his undivided attention to the stranger. He usually knew these things the instant he saw them, but Jericho finally realized he wanted to paint the Lugia. That's why he was staring so badly. The answer put him at great ease and the lessened tension was obvious in his now relaxed demeanor. But all that thinking, he'd miss some of the conversation. Damn it. Jericho was, overall, a gentleman. But that didn't stop him from having a distracted mind of a male.
"I can't imagine not cutting my hair for that long." he snickered under his breath before cleaning off his brush again. They were like a second limb, the paint brushes and canvas. It was like he had them part of him his entire life and it showed with each movement he made without a second thought to them. "Washing and brushing your hair must be an all day event, huh?" he laughed some but the chill of the fall weather caught him off guard and made him shiver briefly.
"My hair? Eh believe it or not it used to be down to my waist. I always had it combed back in a clip." he lifted his free hand and smoothed the front portion of his hair back as if to demonstrate it. With his hair as short and choppy as it was the look wasn't as flattering as it might've been back then. He looked like one of those short haired school girls that used colorful clips on just their bangs. The Alakazam laughed at his own foolishness and leaned forward into his work to touch up the fine details.
"But after getting countless colors spilled and dipped in my hair and spending hours on washing and cleaning, I just decided to cut it off." he looked up as if another memory had just hit him "Ontop of all of that, working as a bartender I always came back with it my hair smelling like smoke and liquor." he stuck out the tip of his tongue as the ill thought of the combination. It was never a pleasant one to sleep with. He didn't mind it at work of course, at one point in his life he was a smoker himself. But having quite he grew sick of the smell especially mixed in with all those fruit and liquor flavors it made his stomach turn just thinking about it.
The reminiscing was cut off "Heh, you think it looks neat?" he went cross eyed attempting to see the dangling strains of hair "I thought it looked like a butcher's work since I do it myself whenever I see it getting long again." the Alakazam noticed his company playing with his own hair for that brief moment and started to laugh. It was so casual and smooth like he had no effort in it yet it still sounded joyful. "We look like a couple of teenagers talking about hair." it was his fault really, he was the one to bring up the odd conversation to begin with. He couldn't help it. The Lugia's hair wasn't something that could easily be ignored with its snow white color and blue shades.
But he couldn't help to realize the thin and few amounts of clothes the Lugia wore. "Aren't you cold at all?" he asked, going to offer his coat "I wouldn't want you catching a cold watching me scribble on canvas. I'd feel bad." he gave a sincere and concerned faint smile.
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Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 9:44 pm
"Fly, fly, fly away"
His eyes were darting back and forth, trying to watch the painter's techniques but also trying to pay attention to what the painter himself was saying. At one point he was good at keeping track of multiple things at once, but since he'd started taking it a little easier, doing that had been thrown out the window. So, instead of ending up ignoring the man's words he decided to focus on them, though his eyes would stray to the canvas and brushes on occasion. "It's not so bad," he said with a short but light laugh, "people make it seem like a chore, but I've never had much problem with it. Probably just adjusted to it as it kept growing." He gave a small shrug at the end of his sentence, accompanying his usual smile.
Sheiye chuckled a bit at the Alakazam's small elaboration on his hair, the sight being a little more amusing than the man probably intended. He'd scrunched his nose up a bit at one point, the combination of 'smoke and liquor' sounding none to appealing to his own tastes. "I'd guess that makes it easier, rather than having to roll it up into a bun or some other complicated hairstyle. I don't see how women do it," he replied, giving a brief shudder at the thought of women in general. It wasn't so much that he hated women, he couldn't think of any in particular that he disliked at all, but there was something about them that put him on edge and made him uncomfortable. If he thought about it more in depth, as he had done before, he could've recalled the main reason why, but now wasn't the time for him to sink into past events.
"You can trust me when I say it could definitely look much, much worse," he added in with a chuckle after the man had finished. His eyebrows raised briefly at the comparison before he let out a light laugh, reaching up with a hand to ruffle some of his own hair afterwards. "Yeah I guess, but there's nothing really wrong with that is there? I think I'd prefer to be as much of a 'teenager' as I can manage nowadays," he returned with a small grin, crossing his arms back over his chest after a moment. The Lugia's eyes had found their way back to the painting for a bit before his companion brought up the colder weather, glancing back at the man while raising an arm to wave a hand lightly. "I'll be fine. I'm still feeling the heat from running earlier. I'll warm up again when I take off," he replied, giving another friendly smile before crossing his arm back over the other. While that may have been true, and it was, he also didn't want to accept the coat for another reason. He didn't mind being open with people, to a degree, but accepting kindness was still something he was learning to do. Sheiye had learned to take care of himself and his brother fairly early on, having to face letting others help him was still something he couldn't quite accept just yet.
"Or run to make your escape"
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Posted: Wed Nov 17, 2010 10:10 pm
▒░█ "We'll watch the stars go out tonight..." ▐░ ▒ "Nah, nothing wrong with it at all. I kinda miss the school days." he paused a moment before grinning "Kinda." more emphasis on the word was absolutely necessary considering all the events that decided to remind him of the less-than-liked times. He wasn't a kid that got picked on. No, far from it actually, the Alakazam slept so much he didn't even realize it and with his attitude he had quite the popularity as 'the cool kid' even though he hung out with no crowds in particular. But an even higher reputation was his knack for getting into fights with his over-protective sense of human beings. He felt no one person should even be cornered without a fair chance. Especially not the innocent.
"Running?" the Alakazam's words were twisted up in his bafflement. It was like speaking a whole new language, being the laid back man he was. Especially with those clothes on he didn't expect the Lugia to be out running for exercise...nor did he think he needed it at all.
"Heh, you run everywhere I take it?" he chuckled some at the thought "I don't think I much like running, not unless I absolutely have to.." he shifted back to the canvas and started to put on the final touches to the piece. Since his new company had sat down Jericho manages to build up the colors and scenery more and, for its style, it started to look more complete. He scoot up his stool and sat with his face so close to the canvas any false moves and his face would be a rainbow.
"Mmh..." he couldn't help the topic "...it would be a shame if you ever did cut your hair. I'd love to paint you sometime--with that style." they came out so casual it was almost like Jericho didn't even realize the idea of asking to paint someone meant anything more than that. His lips curled into a gentle smile as he finished up the last touches, setting the brushes in the water and taking a look.
"Ah, there we go." he stood up slowly with a low grunt from sitting for hours straight and stretched out his long body. He was taller than expected and his outfit accented it. His pants were washed, beat up jeans and the rest of his shirt hitting just below the belt line along with his scarf. "What do you think?" subconsciously his hand reached behind his ear and slipped out his trusty spoon and without a second thought the head went right back into his mouth.
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Posted: Fri Nov 19, 2010 10:24 pm
"Fly, fly, fly away"
Sheiye heard the Alakazam's emphasis about school days, recalling some times of his own. 'School days' usually represented the lack of responsibility one could have, lack of obligations and dealing with what people called 'the real world'. The Lugia couldn't really recall a time when he really felt that way, he was always trying in those days, to take care of himself and his brother, his mother, deal with the strange looks and rumors about his home life and bruises he couldn't always hide, he was always struggling. But, though he had more freedom now, in many ways, part of him did enjoy those days, the days when he'd take his brother down to the arcade, stay up late reading library books that took him away from 'reality', didn't have to hold a job, though that was only a minor snag for him in today's time.
He gave out a small laugh in reply the man's tone, returning his attention to the present. "I suppose I do. Anywhere and everywhere my feet can take me," he replied, a carefree smile on his face, "I like how free it feels, the wind being the only thing your mind really focuses on." The Lugia thought over the man's words though. They made sense, running because you needed to, but while Sheiye had thought of it that way long ago, now he did it for pure enjoyment, or maybe part of him felt he had to in order to try and deal with everything he'd been through and was still going through. Some people did puzzles, solitaire, mountain biking, and Sheiye ran.
His head tilted just a bit as the man continued to speak, raising his eyebrows a little. "I guess that'd be fine," he finally said, "I never really thought of myself as something someone would want to paint." He explained, giving a small chuckle. Honestly, he hadn't even considered it before. Sure, he'd gotten compliments here and there or flattering comments, but never did someone really go beyond that. It almost confused him, he couldn't quite understand why someone would want to paint him, but he also wasn't one to really try and stop someone from doing what they wanted to do, as he wouldn't want someone doing the same to himself.
The Lugia returned his glance to the painting once he was asked the question, after watching the man's stretch briefly, letting his eyes go over the whole image before leaning in a bit to get a better look at some of the details. "I really like it," he finally said, a hint of excitement in his voice while his eyes lit up, "it's beautiful. I'm still amazed someone can create something like that from their own head." He stood up after a moment, stretching out a little himself before setting his hands on his hips, bending a little and looking down at the painting with an almost childlike wonder. After looking back at the man he finally noticed it, standing back up after a moment. "A spoon?" he asked, looking at the silverware curiously.
"Or run to make your escape"
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 11:48 am
▒░█ "We'll watch the stars go out tonight..." ▐░ ▒ Smiled fondly at the Lugia's reaction. It always made him happy to see anyone so fascinated over the things he created. Not so much as a confident boost as it was the fact that someone actually found some sort of emotion when looking at his art. Granted he only painted to get a little extra money his job couldn't pay, but he still enjoyed it at a hobby.
"Heh, hopefully you'll see your painting with this much excitement." his words were muffled from the spoon preventing him to form full syllables. Jericho crossed his arms loosely over his chest and looked over the painting one more time, then the photo of the girl and back to his version of her. It was just how the customer wanted. The Alakazam went to clean up his work station before pausing, his confused lazy gaze glancing up at his temporary companion.
"Spoon? Oh!" he took the utensil from his lips and laughed lightly "A habit. Some people twirl their hair when they think, you go running, I mess with a spoon." he thought more about it and just exactly how bizarre that may have sounded and...wrong even in some ways. But he let the thoughts pass with a casual wave and smile, putting the spoon behind his ear again so he could clean up easier. It was funny really, how much he talked with this stranger and yet he didn't even know the man's name. But why would he? Most of the people that came by to watch didn't come by a second time and the chances of them ever meeting again were extremely rare. Though Jericho couldn't help to wonder if he'd never get the chance to paint the Lugia. There was something about him that just caught his attention, maybe his hair? Or just the vibe that came off of him that just felt...welcoming.
"Thank you for the company, it was a nice change." he snickered some "And you're interesting. I wouldn't mind having you here when I paint again." he continued cleaning the paint brushes by thumbing through the bristles in the murky water, his gloves over his lap so they wouldn't get dirty. "This is m favorite spot to paint. I'm usually here around this time or later...depends when work lets me out and if the weather allows it." he glanced up at the Lugia with a warm smile, his way of inviting someone to come back. His attention turned back to the brushes, squeezing them gently before setting them aside and dumping the water in the grass.
((ooc: ; A; I'm so sorry that took DAYS. With the holidays I got caught up in all kinds of crazyness and finals are this week so I'll have a helleva lot more freetime soon. Promise. I hope this isn't going boring or slow for you "OTL))
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 5:05 am
"Fly, fly, fly away"
He couldn't help chuckling at the Alakazam's words, or more so how they came out with the spoon in his mouth. But, the man did have a point with his reasoning on the matter, Sheiye couldn't argue with that, nor did he even want to. "'To each his own' they say," he replied, that friendly smile almost never leaving his face. Though, he didn't really have a reason not to smile. It was nice out, though he was starting to feel the cold of the season from being idle so long, he got to meet someone new and different, interesting even, got to see art being made, something he himself enjoyed. Really, today was turning out to be a good day, and those were all reasons for him to wear a smile on his face, albeit it was more honest now than it sometimes was.
The Lugia listened to the rest of the man's words, blinking briefly before that smile returned to his face, not even having to think about it to give a reply. "You're welcome, and it's good to know I'm not boring," he started, chuckling briefly, "I'd be glad to stop by again, later, see if I can catch you in the act again." He raised a hand to motion towards the canvas and brushes at the end of his sentence, just to clarify what he meant, though it was probably obvious. Sheiye wasn't too fond of miscommunication, he didn't really have enough focus for it and it usually escalated beyond him wanting to try and correct it when it did happen.
"You're interesting yourself," he added in with a smile, taking a few steps back after a moment. "I should probably get going, I'm starting to feel how cold it's getting now," he said with another chuckle, rubbing his arms a bit with his hands, "It was nice meeting you and watching you work-!" he called out over a shoulder after he'd turned and started running, giving a short wave in the air with a hand as he took off. He wasn't really sure if he'd actually see the man again, though he couldn't help thinking it wouldn't be a bad thing at all. He was so often around people either too busy doing their own thing to really talk with him or always moving around, though he himself was usually moving around, the slower pace didn't seem so bad, once in a while anyway, and he enjoyed the Alakazam's company. 'Ah shoot-!' he thought to himself after he'd already left the park, 'I forgot to ask his name,' he frowned a little briefly to himself, but shook it off not too long after, figuring he'd just ask next time, if there was a next time.
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That was all quite a few hours ago. Now he was running, just as he had been then, except this time he wasn't running just for the pure joy or pleasure of it, he was trying to make his escape, though for once that was being unsuccessful. "I said I was sorry! No one ever parks there, so I didn't think that would change tonight!" he called back, though his words were only met with fairly angry faces, three to be exact. "I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THOUGHT. WHO JUMPS FROM BUILDINGS ANYWAYS?! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO MY CAR!" His hair stood on end at the reply he got, only making him try and run faster. Now, normally he would've been able to lose whoever was following him, if he hadn't already been running for a while when he did land on the guy's car. Sheiye had been on his way home from his usual running around, stopping to check up on his brother at some point, when the spot that should've normally had the old metal dumpster there was replaced with a Cadillac, black, with more lights and decorations on it than a Christmas tree, now with a dent in its roof. It wasn't a big dent, no, but it was apparently enough to set off the guy and his friends. Sheiye had tried apologizing, he really had, even offered to pay off whatever damages he'd done to it, but apparently they wanted take out their anger on him instead of trying to be civil, which he wished they would have been.
The Lugia continued to run, tried to without tripping on anything. He'd already started panting a bit ago, and now his side was starting to ache, both of which weren't good signs when you were trying to run away from a promised beating. He'd been familiar with the pain of a beating at one point in his life, but that didn't mean he wanted to get reacquainted with it. So, he ran, down a sidewalk for a change, until a stray dog came across his path. "Dog-!" was all he got out, leaping up a bit towards the nearby wall to push off of it with a foot, managing to jump over the stray. But, that wasn't what stopped him, it was the door, the door to a bar of all things. Sheiye ran into it face first, falling on his rear end almost immediately with an "Oomph-!" And that was about the time he was cornered, his only lights to see his soon to be assailants being a street lamp and the neon lights of the bar's hung up sign.
[[ It's alright. XD I figured that was probably it since practically everyone is usually off for few days for holidays, and you had college going on too.
Ooh no. I just had to get back into the grove. My sleep schedule's been all over lately. DX
Oh and I'm sorry if this got really long. ;;; It..happens with me. OTL
Me describing = longggg. fdjksl. ]]
"Or run to make your escape"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 5:29 pm
▒░█ "We'll watch the stars go out tonight..." ▐░ ▒ The Alakazam turned and gave a small wave but before he could manage to ask what the man's name was he was already gone. Not far but far enough a lazy voice couldn't reach. He chuckled and went back to cleaning to get home for work on time. Jericho let out a long and heavy sigh. Another bar another night. At least his contract had him at a rave club instead of a shitty corner bar.
After driving the commissioned work to the customer, Jericho collected his pay and went straight to work. Though because of the atmosphere he wore quite the clothes tonight. Black pants with straps criss-crossed and form fitting, and a steampunk looking top mixed with cyber rave. Strange in everyday society, but acceptable in the nightlife. Of course he had to wear his apron around his waist and a name tag so people knew he wasn't just some Joe Blow behind the counter. After clocking in and starting up his shift, Jericho felt this night was going to go by smooth and easy. This was one of his favorite kind of atmospheres despite his overly laid back personality. He always loved what was opposite of him that help make life just that much more exciting. What's more was that with all his years of working in various clubs, the Alakazam even had some rhythm. He didn't dance often but when he did it was like he was born into it. What made things hilarious were his neon spoons a friend custom made for him. An hour or two passed before it was his turn to take out the trash. He propped open the door before hand then went back in and hauled two thick heavy overstuffed trash bags over his shoulders outside.
At first he didn't notice the commotion behind the door until after he tossed the bags over the bin. Well, another night at the club alleys "Hey!" Jericho's expression tensed to an irritated glare "I don't know what the hell you're doing but get the hell out of here. This is private property." he walked towards the group and paused a moment. That couldn't be...but surely it was fate playing with his head. His little Lugia friend from the park. Jericho frowned a bit and stepped up to one of the men, the talks of fight weren't settling with him. Three against one...the odds didn't seem fair however as long as he could get the Lugia into the club they'd be safe there. Now, the Alakazam knew martial arts, yes, but he also knew his limits. He wasn't some super fighter but could win a one-on-one with good strategy. However when people were blinded by rage there was no way of predicting anything. Jericho nodded his head to the door casually to try and give the Lugia hints to go into the club and returned his attention to the three, putting his hand on one of their shoulders
"I said go-!" before he could finish the man made a clean punch across Jericho's face, making him stumble back. His head hung down and he rubbed his jaw, lip bleeding from it. "Heh," he chuckled lightly and looked back up to them with a twisted grin. He was the master of physiological warfare. No one ever wanted to fight someone they thought was insane and even though that wasn't the case he was surely about to use it. "That the best you can do?" he mocked before rushing in and grabbing the man that punched him and hitting him right where his kidney was, making him fall to his knees and soon unconscious. Before the Alakazam could get to the other two he felt a trash can coming across his back. He stumbled but was right next to the Lugia now. Perfect.
"Are you alright?" he smiled to his park friend before holding his hand "I'll need you to run with me, ok?" it was almost disturbing at how calm he was in such a situation. He stared down the other two as the third started to get up. When the moment was right, Jericho kicked up a bottle soccer style, making it crash against one of their heads and while the others were distracted he ran for it straight into the club, dragging the Lugia with him and slamming the door instantly after. Jericho wasn't a coward, just realistic.
((ooc: Lol nah it's all good. Details are always a plus, means more imagery.
Ah, I know how it is having a stupid sleep pattern. At least you're getting it better xD I just suffer through it.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:01 pm
"Fly, fly, fly away"
He managed to get back up onto his feet and was bracing himself for the onslaught of pain about to head his way, as well as trying to come up with a new escape plan, when he heard a voice, one that obviously hadn't come from any of the three men. He didn't recognize it at first, not with how it sounded, but as soon as his darting eyes landed on its source, his eyebrows raised up in surprise. It was the Alakazam from much earlier in the park, the same one he'd watched paint, though his new attire threw him off a bit, it was definitely him. Sheiye couldn't figure out if he was glad to see him or not so glad to see him. On the one hand, he had enjoyed the man's company earlier, and it always made things just the slightest bit better when you weren't alone in a fight, but on the other hand he didn't like accepting help, and didn't like dragging people into his problems, especially ones he'd gotten into on his own, accident or not. But, before he could figure anything out, the Alakazam was already in the middle of things, and there was no real room to protest.
The Lugia took the hint, inching back towards the pointed out door, the vague sound of music barely registering as his eyes stayed on the four individuals. His breathing was still a little more out of control than he would have liked, but he tried to take advantage of the still moments to slow it down, trying to block out the growing pain in his side while doing so. He'd finally managed to reach the door by the time the first fist was thrown, wincing a bit at the sight and wanting to do something, but unsure of what he could possibly do in the situation. As mobile as he was, that was about all he had as far as talents went, he wasn't a fighter, far from it. Sure, he'd been in a couple small ones, but none quite like this, not where it was so one sided. Another wince came after the swung trash can, eyes following the Alakazam now that they were both by the door.
"Am I alright? Are you alright?" he managed to ask, but didn't get to hear a reply as the Alakazam continued to speak, only giving a small nod with a slightly incredulous look on his face, vaguely aware of the man's hand in his own. Sheiye's eyes darted to the kicked up bottle before his world turned suddenly, now on the back of the man's head as they ran, glancing back of his shoulder briefly only to catch a short glimpse of his three pursuers before the door was closed behind the two. He didn't bother to look back after that, continuing to run with a light pant, the music growing louder as they went further into the club.
Once the two finally came to a stop somewhere inside, he gave out a long sigh, bending a bit at the waist to rest a hand on his knee, trying to catch his breath again. "I'm all for running," he managed to get out, standing back up after a moment, "but I need a break." Sheiye released the Alakzam's hand after another moment, leaning his head back a little to take in a deep breath, holding it for a bit before letting it out slowly, trying to get his breathing a bit more under control again. "Uh..thank you," he said after a bit, making sure he stayed loud enough to hear, giving the man a small smile, "I wasn't looking forward to what they were planning." The Lugia chuckled a little, trying to make light of the situation, ruffling his hair once with a hand. "How's your jaw? And your back?" he asked, his expression turning concerned, eyes darting down to the side after a moment, "I'm sorry you got dragged into it," he finished, the guilt finally coming over him.
[[ True. :3 And XD I don't know. Fixing it's horrible. I just did it again yesterday. D; Staying up 24+ hours to go to sleep at a normal time. Ugh. ]]
"Or run to make your escape"
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