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Post by mykayla on Jun 20, 2009 20:40:15 GMT -7
we'll see who b u r n s ,
and we'll see who f l i e s .
[/i][/color][/size] I just left a store and was sitting on a bench. It was getting dark out. Now the vampires and werewolves will come out. They'll smell me, and such. But who cares? They are just different species then I am. Its not like I didn't come prepared. I set my purse next to me on the bench and waited for someone, er - something, to approach me. I was ready. In my bag was a steel dagger. I kept it in my bag ever since I knew about the weres and vamps. Which has been a while. The sun faded away and it began to drizzle. I didn't mind though, I actually liked the rain. But not thunder. One other reason why people think I am weird. I glanced around at the birds flying in search of shelter. Fly, birdies, fly! I loved animals, and I don't want them to get hurt. From any thing. Not rain, not humans, not vampires, and not werewolves. Although I wasn't sure what vamps and weres ate. Oh well. I'll survive 'em. I'm a tough cookie! I let out a small laugh. The rain poured down harder by the time I was standing under a tree. I had gotten up and sat under a tree so I would be dry. And maybe more safe. clicky for outfit[/blockquote][/size][/center][/font] |
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Post by ichabod on Jul 9, 2009 11:55:37 GMT -7
"Excuse me, mind if I invade?" The deep, gravelly voice queried from the hazy fog sweeping into the decaying park. Without waiting for an answer, he stepped into the sanctity of her tree and settled against the trunk, well away from the fat water droplets tumbling from the upset skies. Ichabod swept his fedora off his head in polite greeting, shaking the droplets off it simultaneously as his keen green gaze stared out from under the branches and heavenward. "My, it's snorting out there now. Won't be long before the wind picks up." He chatted idly, brushing a hand through his dishwater curls before cramming the hat back on his head. He really fit the part, Itchy did. He was a tall fellow, fitting his name exactly - standing at a towering 6'5, it was hard to deny he was.. um.. "otherworldly". Snapping the front of his trench coat, he surveyed the nearest street sign with hands in his pockets; studying it for clues on his whereabouts. He was truly just trying to get back to his apartment now; and for the life of him, had ended up lost. He wasn't overly new to London; he just hadn't explored much.
Well aware that the individual beside him was not of his species, Ichabod kept himself on the defensive. These humans, man. They could be unpredictable. Most of them carried some sort of weapon they thought would protect him (and truth be told, although they inflicted damage, generally the human still lost - unless they were able to squeeze in a lucky shot); and he had seen a few that decided they resented werewolves altogether and tried to take a stab at him - literally and figuratively - without even getting to know him. And that hurt, really. He was a jovial fellow. He enjoyed company of all species.. well.. mostly. Vampires were a little bit of a pain in the ass but he still tried not to discount them all as primadonas. After a few moments of silence, he glanced back at the small creature beside him. "I don't suppose you know which direction I need to head to get to Westminster? I'm a bit... lost." He trailed off, an intensely dazzling smile; out of place on his at times forbidding face, cutting a path through the dark.
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