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 Posted: Fri Feb 26, 2016 9:41 am
He'd been growing lucky more often than not, finding couches or warm places to spend his nights so he didn't freeze during the winter. Tonight was a sad exception, and he wasn't sure he could stay still long enough to catch some sleep. Whatever. He'd gotten a good meal. Now it was just a matter of walking around to keep the blood flowing, rubbing his cold hands together and blowing on them with little puffs of air. In reality, he wasn't too upset about his situation. Sure, it sucked, but people had been a hell of a lot nicer than he thought they'd be so far. And hadn't Jules said something about a homeless shelter being near here? Maybe it was time to swallow his pride and see what it was all about.
That, or find a laundromat. Dryers were fantastic heat sources.
Shivering miserably, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and tried to walk a little quicker, wishing he had a hat or a scarf to protect his face. Whatever, right? If the cold was the worst thing he had to deal with, that wasn't so bad!
Little did he know, this night was gonna get weird.
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Posted: Sat Feb 27, 2016 1:44 pm
Cold nights made Marcasite thankful for the long sleeves of her uniform, and the layers, along with the thin white gloves that covered her hands. It wasn't much covering, but it did help fight back the bitter cold as she tucked them beneath her armpits. She walked at a brisk pace, red heels clacking against the concrete with each hurried step she took.
She liked powering up, she liked the feel of energy of power that surged through her every time she closed her eyes, inhaled, and let the transformation fall over her. The adrenaline rush was a pretty big plus if she was honest.
Normally, she liked to spend her time in the warm coverings of a bar or a club, because draining drunks was easy, but today she'd wanted to do something different.
It helped when a man with red hair walked right into her line of sight. A smug smile spread across her lips when she crossed the street and intercepted him. "Hi there," she practically purred.
No one was going to care if a hobo was passed out on the street right? And if he ended up dead, well, it would be chalked up to the cold. A perfect opportunity to maybe try something new.
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2016 11:57 am
Now, he didn't exactly jump when the strange seemed to materialize at his side, so focused on himself that he hadn't even seen her cross the street, but he may have jolted. Just a little. He slowed noticeably as he took her in, unsure of what the hell she was even wearing. It was too far past Christmas to still be having winter plays and stuff, right? But what did he know? He could hardly remember anything besides the name of this city.
"Hi," He greeted in return, offering an easy grin that was a little tense around the corners. Blame it on the unease of a new situation. "Nice costume. Didn't know there was a theater around here." Was it theater or theatre? He never did quite figure out the difference, other than one seemed way more pompous.
Now what a theater chick wanted with him.. well, hey, maybe they needed a hobo for their production. A sad, cold hobo. Nah. The only other option was that she was interested... but come on now. Sure, he'd showered recently, but he looked like a guy still scrounging on the streets. Then again, the generosity in this place never failed to surprise him... Nuxaz Sorry for the delay! Been having to bring work home with me for a while now, ugh.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 2:19 pm
"It's not particularly close but, I'm attached to the outfit and couldn't resist wearing it around down," she quipped in a sickly sweet sing-song kind of voice."But I do rock it don't I?" Marce was pretty fond of her outfit even if the hat was a little ridiculous and the stupid plastic mustache that she'd been given as a 'weapon' was utter crap.
She just never pulled it out because, what was the point?
"You look like a guy who's down on his luck," she mused, reaching for his shoulder with a slight pout. "I mean, the red is killer but come on, the rest of you?" She shrugged, darning to reach for a lock of it.
"Where are all your friends? The people who love you?" An innocent question with a not so innocent motive behind it. If he didn't have anyone that was going to miss him then, well -
Maybe she could have his starseed. Xenotime seemed interest in collecting them, she'd love to give her general one.Tsunake Apologies about the wait!
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 3:37 pm
The hell was he supposed to say to that? He didn't disagree with her, exactly. The outfit was tailored to her body and she wore it well, but would it come off as creepy? Probably. Most likely. He settled for offering her a slight grin, still betraying his unease.
"Could say that," He agreed, not moving as she reached for him. Far be it from him if she wanted to dirty her hands. Not that he was really dirty, but... well, his last shower had been a few days ago.
The question made him stiffen visibly before he relaxed with a nonchalant sort of shrug. "Damned if I know, sweetheart. If anyone's looking for me, they've taken their sweet time about it. But hey, just means no one to tie me down, right?" He laughed, but it was forced. Did anyone know him in this city? Or was he just wandering around like a fool, hoping his lost memories would return to him in one brilliant moment?
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2016 3:51 pm
The woman couldn't help but give the guy a once-over, despite the general grime and hoboiness, he was attractive and that was a shame, because he probably wasn't going to live through the night. "As long as you don't use cheesy pick up lines, I probably won't complain if you compliment me," she chirped, going so far as to toss a wink his way.
Her hand drifted from his shoulder down his chest, fingers grasping at the dirty clothing - and Marcasite was grateful for her gloves even if they weren't as white as they were when she first powered up - so that she could tug him closer. Her other hand pressed flat against his sternum, fingers tapping idly.
"That's a pity, you seem like a real catch if we just got you cleaned up a little," she lamented, seeming to sway towards him. She even looked like she might stretch on her toes to kiss him when she said, "Of course, it also means no one will miss you when you're gone." Her sweet smile twisted into a bit of a wicked grin and the hand that'd been splayed on his chest pushed, reaching into the space only she and her kind could access.
Gloved fingers wrapping around that crystal in the center. "It's nothing personal, I could really like you but - " tsunake feel free to have to tossed back in your next post if it's time!
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