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 Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 5:52 pm
Dimitri was careful as he wandered around the piles of junk, each higher than the last. As he walked further and further into the heaps, the towers dominated the sky above him, looking almost as if they would topple, swallowing the ground below.
He grinned.
That would be awesome.
Tugging his cap further down on his head, he stopped and looked around. The junk yard was one of his favorite places; tons of cool stuff, that people had just thrown away. Sure, some of it was defective, but it was still awesome. Like that toaster over there, with Hello Kitty's face on it. Katia would love that.
Pity she was too 'clean' and 'good' to come in here.
Or, not a pity. He liked not having her around.
But, he thought as he lifted the toaster and shook it, she' d probably like it if he brought her back the panel of this toaster. Digging in his backpack, he found a screwdriver, and dropped down onto a stack of tires to pry the cover off. It took a bit, but it finally fell away with a resounding SNAP. He blew some dirt off, shined it on his coat, and stuffed it in his bag. Maybe now she wouldn't tell on him for getting dirt on the floor when he got home.
He stretched when he stood, looking around with a curiosity that seemed unsatiable. What else would he find in here?
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 7:54 pm
Piles upon piles of junk just waiting for the taking. Yet, greed wasn't what drove Azrael to the junkyard to wade around in trash looking for that single treasure. No, he was there to practice his terrible magic skills and hopefully find a trinket or two for use in something. Not to mention he seriously had to get out of a house filled with unpredictable and increasingly annoying women. So, with backpack in tow he wandered through the monstrous mountains of items discarded by the people of Gaia.
Kicking over a pile of boxes, the pumpkin demon gave pause as the sound of a sharp snap echoed through the air. "Odd... I thought I was the only one here..." he muttered aloud, shrugging a bit. Climbing up onto an old chair, the boy pondered how much effort it would take to make a little castle out of the junk. Probably a lot more than he had time for. Oh well.
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 7:07 pm
Dimitri was hunting around for other cool stuff to look at, or maybe something he could use to make something. He'd recently discovered that he liked to create and build things; things that people could use. Like Balto. He'd been working on creating him a sled, to keep him away from the snow that he so detested.
As he turned around the corner, he could have sworn that he'd heard someone talking. Frowning, he looked around, but couldn't spot anything, or anyone. He clambered up, over a pile of old radios, and spotted a chair. And, on that chair, he spotted a boy. Or, a demon?
A demon boy. He grinned. That was pretty cool.
"So." He asked, leaning up against an old wardrobe. "What's that throne make you? King of the Junk?" He smiled, hoping the boy wouldn't be insulted by his awkward introduction. He wasn't very good at talking to people...
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 8:14 pm
Azrael laughed, flashing the new kid a grin. "Yes. I'm King of the Junkyard and these are my people," he replied, waving his arm around at the piles of junk that surrounded them. He didn't mind the awkward introduction whatsoever. In fact, such a comment was what made things interesting.
And interesting was something he liked, hence him wandering the junkyard alone. "I could introduce you into my court of junkyard officials, but that would require a name." At this, he stood up and bowed ever so slightly. "I am Azrael, King of the Junkyard. What might I call you?" he asked, grinning in amusement. Perhaps his little trip would become more fun than he first anticipated it to be.
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 4:36 am
Dimitri grinned as his introduction was well recieved, laughing as he stepped out into full view.
"Call me Dimitri, adventurer extraordinaire." He offered Azrael a bow in return, still giggling quietly to himself. Or, no. Chuckling. He, Dimitri Kovak, did not giggle. Girls giggled. And Girls sucked.
His father had once mentioned him being a charming little prince, but Dimitri much preferred his self given title. Adventurers were so much cooler than princes; and really, who wanted to be charming, anyways?
"For a king, you don't got much of a castle." He said, looking around.
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