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 Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 11:07 pm
Zyanya ran the back of head hand against a wet eye. Her brother was being a jerk, which some people would think an odd thing for Chath to do but to her he was a jerk and she wouldn't tell anyone exactly why.
Tired of him and his stupid dragon she had left the saftey of the garden and was now walking down the street. She didn't care where she was going but her main focus seemed to be 'away'. Anywhere but where her brother was.
She currently tugged on her pants to get the main waisteline down lower, they kept squishing her wings and it made them hurt after a while. being only three it wasn't like she knew were exactly she was going, the obvious fact what she was doing was bad, didn't occur to her. Normally quiet and obediant she occasionally had her fits of outrage and would be a monster.
Right now she was calming down, tears still dripped from her large eyes, she didn't like it. Crying felt so weak and pathetic. Her sleeves were manageled rags as her barbed arms had managed to rip several long holes in them.
It wasn't until she stopped, looked up and around that she realized she had no idea where she was. She had been walking for a while now, eyes blurry from tears and now was lost. Great. Sniffling she tried to calm down.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 12:55 am
Ah yes, the roaming teen had snuck out once again, Bree was being particularly fussy today... And so, even though it wasn't night, he had left in a rush, and wound up on his "turf" as they called it. The gang he was in was a strange concept, but there was a stange feeling of acceptance around them, no matter how horrible he acted, or how much he looked like a monster, that just seemed to make them like him more, and as much as he hated to admit it, he really enjoyed that.
But they weren't around today, generally it was a nightly thing... That and a few were probably still in jail thanks to their last misadventure. So he was simply walking today, like he used to do. He turned a corner, stopping abruptly when a brightly colored.. thing was suddenlly in his path. Another Dcorp? Probably... young though, "The hell?" He noted aloud, snorting and reminding himself he didn't care, and simply moving around her.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:33 am
Zyanya started at the sound, the voice behind her suddenly fading off and now a very tall boy was moving around and away from her. He had a tail. A large fish like tail, temporarily forgetting that she was ...well lost she trotted after the boy. The tail was interesting, she hadn't met anyone with a tail quite like it.
A clawed hand reached out to touch it, then thought better of it. Mother had stressed it was impolite to touch others without their opinion. But hey that didn't stop that other girl she had met, thinking back to the day she met Alt she toughened her face up and then touched the very tip of the boys tail.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 5:20 pm
After a moment or two of walking, Simon's ears picked up the light tapping noise of someone else. He stopped abruptly, spinning back to meet her. His tail shifted, breifly scraping against the sidewalk in his haste, bobbing back up as quickly as it had fallen. That always hurt, but the damn thing was so heavy outside of the water.
He caught a breif glance she was giving his tail, not sure wether it was just because of what it was or maybe the peircings dangling there, either way she was following him. And... That just wasn't good for one's reputation, trailing along little kids like a mother duck. Not only that, but more importantly he hated having people around... It might end up like what happend with Laial, afterall. "What do you want?" he snapped at her, frowning just because he could.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 10:00 pm
Zyanya's eyes opened wide as he turned around abruptly, she looked up sharply her side legs rearing back in sudden aggression, or maybe fear, it was hard to tell just by looking at her. Well at least he didn't lash out at her like Alt did.
So she pointed at his tail before speaking, "your twail has earings in it. Dwoes dat mwake you tough?" she asked thinking back to Cody and how he boasted about his nose ring. Apparantly rings made someone tough. this boy had quite a few. Did this make him stronger than Cody? She wasn't too sure.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 12:21 am
Somon meerly frowned at her shift, eyes glancing to the little stick like legs... Like Neros... It was a passing thought, but it did seem to suddenlyl soften his annoyance.
He raised a brow at her question, never one to pass up an opportunity to brag... Even if it was to a kid. he shot a glance around, no one was there... Good. "Ofcourse it does." Well really, it was wasn't it? Alot of other tough people had them... It was like a symbol of your durability to pain, the more you had the more pain you obviously could withstand. Actually he'd never thought of that, but it made sense. "It hurts alot, so if you can handle them all then you're tough. Ears don't count." He pulled his tail around to show off the three, then stick out his tongue and point to the little stud in the middle.
He returned to normal, crossing his arms and puffing up alittle. "See." He finished, starting to turn and walk away "Tough, and they pissed mom off." And now he was done with this conversation, even if the little girl kinda resembled nero, "Run along and play with some dolls or somethin'." he gave her a wave of his hand, not actually meaning that one to sound as much like an insult as it had come out... Just.. Girls played with dolls, fact of nature.
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 9:21 am
Zyanya had never seen a stud in a tongue before. Boy this kid must be really really tough. Ears don't count? Lifting her hands to touch her smallish elf like ears she frowned. It never occurred to her that ears wouldn't count. Se had intended to ask her mom to get her ears peirced. She wanted to be tough too.
BUt when the boy turned around and started to walk away she pouted her eyes furrowing in annoyance. Why wouldn't he just talk to her? Trotting after she caught up easily and then turned to face him. "I dwon't hwave dolls." she stated in an semi angry tone.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 9:33 pm
Ofcourse ears didn't count, everyone seemed to have them, and bellybuttons were quickly going out of the tough range as more and more of the whibly little "preps" got them just to be cool.
He paused again though when the little girl's angry tone reached his ears, this was getting boring fast. "Well go buy some..." He gave a shrug, not sure what she wanted at this point. "I'm busy." With what, he didn't know.. He'd had no point in coming out today, but now he was trying to find something to claim he was doing just so he could lose her.
He tried to turn around again, only to let his eyes catch sight of a 'tatoo's and bodypeircings' store. A tatoo! s**t yes that'd piss Bree off for sure, and Tattoos were the epitiment of toughness. Screw the tongue and tail peircings. With a wide, jagged-toothed grin, he started beelining for the shop. "******** yea~" He chirped in a gleeful tone, forgetting about the little creature tagging along behind him.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 9:39 pm
Blinking she watched him ingore her more and then trott off towards a shady looking store. Well...she wasn't about to let him get away that easily. Her wings flared up as she ran for after the kid, as the words ******** yea reached her ears she wondered breifly what ******** meant. But he certainly sounded happy when he said it, perhaps it was a good word?
She looked up at the shop and was...a bit nervous of it. It looked kinda...scary but then again it did have drawing all over the walls. That was kinda neat.
"What is this?" she asked as she pressed her face against the glass of the shop window.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 9:53 pm
He'd paused outside the door, taking a moment or two to eye a few of the samples they'd set outside, dubbing their quality not bad after a moment or two.
Then a little voice reached his pointed ears, he raised a brow, looking back to her as though he'd forgotten she existed. And really he had, which was confirmed with a mutter of an 'oh.' "It's a tattoo parlor," he explained gruffly, in a 'duh' sort of tone. "And peircings, you're too young for one so buzz off." With that said, he opened the door, which echoed a jingle of bells. Surely he was safe now.
Inside he was met with a very steryotypical man, shaved head, somewhat fat, looked like he killed people for the fun of it, and almost completely covered in the free tattoos the parlor apparently offered for workers. "Hey." He greeted, "Prices are next to the designs, take yer pick and lemmie know." his tone suggested the welcoming phrase was rehersed.
With a nod and a grin, Simon moved over to the board, eyes grazing over the little pictures for some of the tougher ones, skulls, scorpions, and other various threatning looking ones where noted, and ofcourse the unicorns and butterflies were all but spat apon.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 10:02 pm
A tattoo parlor? Getting drawings put on your skin must be a tough thing to do. So when Simon moved into the building she fallowed quickly. She eyes the bald man warily and stuck close to Simon, not clinging close, but she tried to act older than she was, as she gazed at the tattoo designs wondering why someone would want a nakid lady put on them? OR...what was this one?
Look like a scorpian. HEY!!
"It NEWO!" she squealed in delight as she fingered the scorpian, design. Okay so it wasn't pale green like nero. It was flaming red. But she reconized enough of the features to realize it was a socrpian. and that was what Nero was.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 10:49 pm
While the naked lady woul dhave been a pleaser for the gang, and all around liked, it just resembled bree far too much for him to stand. Eugh. But the flaming skull was looking pretty kickass... Oh or maybe--
He was broken from his thoughts by a sudden exclimation, Newo? His eyes moved to the picture she was staring at, oh Nero... Wait she knew Nero? "Yea it is kinda like him.." He gave the faintest sign of intrest, before it was interupted with a snap of his brain to remaind tough, can't lose your image with the whole yay friends thing. "What are you still doing here?" He snapped at her, patience level dwindling quickly. "I told you to buzz off."
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 11:02 pm
Zyan had been thinking of Nero recalling how much fun she had with him when suddenly her better mood was interupted by Simon.
"you know newo?" she asked a bit surprised, Nero was so nice...why would he hang out with a brat like this one? Eyebrows furrowing she turned her face back to the image of the scorpian.
"I can be here if i wanna." she replied tartly, besides it wasn't like she was clinging to the boy, her eyes flickered to another scorpian design, this one looked much more like Nero. She looked abouts and found a chair and trotted over to it and then dragged it over to where the iamge hung above her head.
She then popped onto the chair and examined the image more closely. "Newo is greeny..not reds." she mumbeled to herself.
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Posted: Tue Dec 26, 2006 11:43 pm
He choked alittle, he wasn't supposed to have "friends", only disposable lackies. Feelings were just... Not cool. Not tough. His eyes darted to the side, looking a tad guilty and uncomfortable. "Yeah.. I know him." He answered absentmindely, as though he didn't care, like the scorpion was just another passerby on a sidewalk. He tried to distract that pang of guilt by looking over the patterns again. Really he wanted to say that Nero was his best friend... But he couldn't, not here, which left him feeling rather shallow and traitorous. Nero was always there for him and here he was not even acknowlaging him for reputation's sake? That was low, even for him, and he knew it.
He rolled his eyes at her responce, "Whatever." was all she got, deciding to let her be, as long as she wasn't practically glueing herself to his leg anymore he was fine. "Alright..." he eyed the price of one "Davy Jones locker" themed tatoo, it was a twsisted sight that represented death by the sea, something Simon felt a kinship to. Which could explain the various fishhooks decorating on his short's legs. "That one." he pointed, pulling out the required 2k gold. A fairly pricey one for gaia's shops, but he'd easily managed to make enough underhanded money to cover it.
"Right this way." the man offered, Simon followed.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 9:42 am
If Zyanya has noticed his sudden change in aura she didn't show it. She was only three after all, she was so stuck on the scorpian design that she had found. She seemed to have a happy and yet content calmness around her face as she remembered them digging around in the dirt. She snapped out of her flashback when Simon replied. Yah he knew him? Didn't sound like he knew him well.
"Well Newo is my bwest fwiend." she stated proudly, she had written that in her letter to D-corp and she hoped to see the scorpian boy again real soon. He made her feel so much better about herself, since he looked similar to her.
She watched as Simon picked out a rather scary looking tattoo and she glanced back at the scorpian design. and then looked as the man took Simon away. Against her will her eyes lingered on the design and then hopped towards the receding figure. Zyan jumped off the chair and trottered after them.
"Can i watch?" she asked the rather scary looking man, she wouldn't make eye contact with him, she just stared at Simon's shark tail.
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