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Post by Lilium on Mar 28, 2008 0:17:38 GMT -5
How about Neopia Central 3 years before the big rp? That'd make my 22 year old... um.... 22-3=19. 19, she'd be 19 ^_^
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Post by petdr89 on Mar 29, 2008 20:21:28 GMT -5
((His character’s only three months old. And I’ll go ahead and start.))
“Well….at least it’s not raining this time. It was the last time we came here.” To a pitch black crackobek, an equally black, furry shoyru spoke, as if he expected the bird perched on one of his broad shoulders to respond. But the bird didn’t even squeak; he ruffled his feathers slightly, but that was the extent of the noise he made. The shoyru knew in his mind that his pet would never answer him, couldn’t even understand him, but he’d rather listen to the sound of own voice than the constant quarrelling going on inside his head. The sad thing was that he wasn’t even arguing with himself, it was more like two other people were inside his mind, constantly arguing, while he remained a spectator.
The shoyru walked briskly down the sidewalk with his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his blue jeans; he walked in a slumped manner with his snout pointed toward his shoeless feet, blood red eyes glaring at the ground. Every few steps his dragon-like tail, lined with shimmering sliver spikes, would lash violently behind him – call it a nervous twitch. It wasn’t until he neared the center of town that he stopped walking and looked up. Since it was still fairly early, he was far from being alone, but he tried not to mind and did a good job of keeping to himself.
He propped himself up against the brick wall of a building he had stopped near, leaning his back heavily against it and shifting his weight fully onto one leg. But before he could really relax, he had a small matter to attend to. Reaching a hand to his shoulder, he gently forced it under his crackobek’s stomach until the bird stepped up onto his hand. “Go, scout. You know who you’re looking for.” He instructed before thrusting his hand into the air, causing the pet to fly away.
Releasing a soft sigh, he reached back into his pocket, only this time he pulled out a small carton. From the carton, he grabbed a single cigarette and brought the reverse end before his mouth. A flame emitted with a single breath, lighting the cigarette so that he could then rotate it in his fingers and bring the proper end to his mouth. Inhaling deeply from the addictive cylinder of pleasure, he allowed his head to fall back slightly; his pointed ears pinned back against his skull. It was so relaxing.
With his free hand, he reached up to brush a portion of his hair away from his eye. The majority of his hair was cut short, sloppy, but short none-the-less. However, a strip of his hair on one side lay longer than the rest, caressing his cheek. His hair was gray, with the exception of the bottom half of the strip, which was dyed red in a flame pattern. And, after a little light grooming – brushing a few down-feathers from his red t-shirt and ruffling his black feathered wings – he closed his eyes, allowing his mind to fade away.
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Post by Lilium on Mar 30, 2008 12:12:26 GMT -5
"Stupid whore."
The gelert's fist met face and knocked over the cheeky lupess. "Don't you ever call me that again," the gelert hissed, kicking the fallen lupess in the side.
The gelert was kicked out of the pub. She didn't even try to flirt her way back in. "Bitch," she muttered under her breath.
Thennale Deftwool was not a whore, though she seemed to dress and act like one. Her wavy blond hair past her shoulders and blue eyes didn't really help either. But Nale hated that name. Whore. It was a name invented by women to describe each other, which men gladly picked up. There were plenty of other names like that, all of which Nale hated and never used.
As she walked, she got a little chilly, so she pulled out of her clutch purse the cloak she had enchanted to shrink down. She pulled the little fabric out, took the enchantment off, and threw the thing around her shoulders. Hood up, wrapped tightly around her, you'd never know she was wearing a low pink miniskirt or a very tight strapless silver shirt. She walked around angrily until she found a park bench to sleep on.
Early the next morning she was rudely awakened by an angry kacheek. "This isn't a place to sleep!" he told her.
She wearily got up and began to walk again. She walked for hours in circles, rather bored. She'd gone to sleep very early last night. This is about the time she usually went to sleep, right as dawn was breaking through and an early-morning mist hung in the air. Several people were out, but she ignored all of them. She went to an empty spot of the town and hung close to a building, until she heard someone approach. There was a flutter of wings, and then a couple of sighs. She looked around to see a shoyru-like person smoking.
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Post by petdr89 on Mar 30, 2008 16:01:09 GMT -5
Her approach didn't even register in his mind; sure, he heard her coming, but there were a lot of other people around and there was no difference between her footsteps and anyone else's. On top of that, he felt like he was just about ready to pass out. It wasn’t until he had closed his eyes that he realized just how tired he was. And since his head had already fallen back, resting in unison with his back against the brick wall, it was easy for him to begin drifting off.
With the cigarette still in his fingers, rapidly burning down to the filter, he felt his eyes roll back in his skull. He was even aware of the brief moment where your mind shifts gears and you go from a state of day dreaming to the first stage in actual sleep. He was only 'asleep' for a few seconds, but during that few seconds his 'dreams' consisted of blackness and people whispering; the whispering became louder and louder until it sounded like people were screaming in his ear.
Fortunately he was able to wake himself, even if he was only half asleep while standing; his eyelids shot open, relieving a pure gray color of his eyes, which bled back to their normal red color in half a second. "I'm awake, damnit!" He shouted before bashing the back of his skull and the tip of the horn on his head into the wall behind him.
Placing both feet firmly on the ground, he stood up straight and threw the burnt down cigarette on the ground, stomping on it with his bare foot. Only then did he notice her, at least he thought it was a her, he couldn't tell through the cape and hood she wore. His eyebrow rose slightly as he instantly became curious, it wasn't very often he saw someone all covered up, especially in a big city like this. And in the midst of his curiosity, he had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Oh great," he muttered, and then just stood there, as if waiting for something to happen.
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Post by Lilium on Mar 30, 2008 20:19:33 GMT -5
As soon as he saw her, she ducked away into the shadows of the alley, wondering what to do next. He wasn't particularly handsome, at least not to her, but she'd dealt with ugly, and he wasn't ugly either. She could very easily make him want her. And who knew, maybe she'd even end up killing him. It was a possibility, a possibility she liked.
Besides. What had she to lose?
She walked out of the alley and up to him, tilting the head of her hood slightly. Her light blue eyes danced mischeivously. "Hello there," she said flirtatiously. "I'm Nale. What's your name?"
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Post by petdr89 on Mar 30, 2008 21:44:05 GMT -5
((Aww, poor Ku. XD))
As soon as the phantom ducked away, He shrugged and looked back toward the street. He didn't give it a second thought - twitched his head slightly in confusion, but that was it. It was when she came back that he really got confused. He had to keep himself from outright saying 'what the hell?' It was certainly one of those 'what the hell' moments. He was only slightly uncomfortable as she came close to him, and since he couldn't see her very well, he felt no attraction to her. She was cloaked, if anything he felt paranoid of her.
But as she introduced herself, he couldn't help but crack an amused smile. He wasn't trying to be friendly, he just found it funny that she had walked right up to him and asked for his name. His eyes inspected her up and down, holding the glint of his own murderous desire.
"I don't have a name," he finally replied after a long period of waiting. He wasn't being completely honest, but he wasn't lying either. He had a title, but that was about it.
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Post by Lilium on Mar 31, 2008 18:44:17 GMT -5
((lol, two murderers, and one's a temptress XDD))
"No name? How sad. Such an attractive man like you should have a fabulous name to go with it." She threw back the hood of her cloak, revealing her silky blond hair and dancing frost-blue eyes, which were somehow warm and cold at the same time.
She was at his side, putting a sly red hand on his shoulder tentatively. She chuckled. "I could give you one if you like....." Her breath was warm and caressed his cheek lightly. She thought briefly of how many cheeks she'd put her fingernail to and drawn blood.
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Post by petdr89 on Mar 31, 2008 23:11:40 GMT -5
((lol, yeah, this'll certainly be interesting.))
When she finally decided to reveal the rest of her face, his confused expression grew more prominent; he was intrigued, yet suspicious at the same time. "Whell, that would certainly be interesting," he replied to the idea of her 'giving' him a name. He nearly laughed; it was becoming more difficult to fight off a state of utter amusement.
At the light caress of his cheek, he felt the rate of his heart speed up slightly. The gentle touch of a woman was something he had never felt before; therefore, was something he didn't miss, nor something he could say he wanted. It puzzled him, even annoyed him slightly. Reaching up, he curled his fingers around her dainty wrist and pulled her hand away from his cheek. "Alright, what do you want? Ya look kinda young so let me guess. Drugs? Booze? Food? Place ta sleep? Or that classic, money?" Looking proud, he half smiled while he reached back into his pocket, going for another cigarette.
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Post by Lilium on Apr 1, 2008 1:47:08 GMT -5
((No kidding XD))
"Keep it all; I'm not looking for anything," she told him, half truthfully. The lie to it was that she was looking for something, but one thing only: amusement. She played around with men, catered to their sensitive and fragile egos, then sometimes it led to sex or the grave. Either way, she only played until she was bored. Then she moved on to someone else.
Nale lived but for that one thing in life. If something did not amuse her, she either disposed of it entirely, or turned away from it and sought something else.
"I just want a friend to talk to," she said with a sigh. She backed away and looked down shyly at the ground. She could feel the streams of enchantment in her words, tiny threads of magick laced in with the words she spoke and the voice in which she spoke them.
She peered up at him through her thick lashes. "It's awful lonely, living on the streets all by myself."
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Post by petdr89 on Apr 1, 2008 19:17:39 GMT -5
On the other hand, his desire in life was to be left alone; he was a solitary animal with his own yearning accomplishments, and he desired to kill anyone who stood in his way. His ultimate goal was to kill the people who created him, so obviously his life centered around death. Yet even though this fact was true, and her words shouldn't have had any effect on him, he felt a strange pang of sympathy. Perhaps if he had known her words had been tainted with magic, something he was highly vulnerable to, he might have been able stop this feeling. But the only hint to her use of magic was a sudden loud screech that instantly reverberated through his mind. This shriek caused a subtle jerk and twitch of his head. He should have been paying more attention, for her subtle use of magic caused a riot....
Femme fatale. She's a sly one. She'll get in the way, she must be stopped. Kill her! Or better yet, have your way with her. Rape her! Ether way, you have to do something, do something before we do something. Bash her into the ground! Sodden the earth with her blood. Yes, do it, feed her to the reaper.
He heard another shriek in his mind, this one causing him to clutch one of his temples with the palm of his hand. "I'm afraid you might be barking up the wrong tree there. I haven't exactly been a friend to too many people. In fact, I'm sure anyone you talk to who knows me will tell you they hate my guts. But I know how you feel, it does get lonely sometimes." His own voice seemed softer now, and although he heard himself speaking, he wasn't sure that was actually him talking. He felt like he couldn't control his actions anymore, like they were being manipulated. The only question that remained was whether he was being manipulated by her, or by the demons rattling in their cages.
Somewhat shakily, he finished pulling a new cigarette from his pocket, and lit it in the same manner he had before. From it, he inhaled deeply, and slowly released the puff of smoke into the air. "Well, I think I'm gunna go get somethin' ta eat." Sounding more like himself now, he pushed off the wall like a diving board, and brushed passed her with a small smile. He wasn’t going to ask her to join him, but he probably wouldn’t have protested her coming along either.
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Post by Lilium on Apr 2, 2008 1:01:26 GMT -5
Huh. This one had some fight to him. Most men succumbed very easily to the tiniest bit of enchantment. As she looked at him, his back turned to her, a smile curled onto her face. A new challenge was always exciting, and who didn't love the satisfaction of finally wearing down someone who puts up such a fight?
She walked briskly to his side and smiled sweetly. "There are some really good places to eat around here," she mused.
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Post by Lilium on Apr 2, 2008 1:02:11 GMT -5
((Uh, oops, I think I made it about 5am XD))
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Post by petdr89 on Apr 3, 2008 0:26:00 GMT -5
((Yeah, I noticed that.))
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her; his smile instantly faded when he realized he was going to have company. To be fair to her, he should have warned her that he wasn't the most pleasant person to pal around with; and in most cases, his apathy eventual turned to cruelty. Yet, he still said nothing about it; he never had been one to talk freely about himself.
"That may be, but are they places where I can get a meal fer under ten dollars? 'Cause that's about all I got on me." Or at least until his little friend came back, that is, if he came back.
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Post by Lilium on Apr 3, 2008 12:39:17 GMT -5
"Well, lucky for you"-- she pulled from under her cloak a small bag--"I've got plenty."
She sensed something odd about this one. The ones who could fight usually were odd. STill, she'd always been hypersensitive about others emotions, and could pick up on them easily. Irritation and something else was buried in this one.
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Post by petdr89 on Apr 4, 2008 0:49:35 GMT -5
"Well hell girl, if you're buying then let's go someplace nice." He was starting to feel glad he met her, though he'd never say that out loud - not yet, anyway. Flashing her the widest, most sincere smile he could muster, he reached an arm toward her and placed it around her shoulders; this was his attempt at being playful - pathetic, really. His tail flicked behind him, almost leading you to believe he was excited. He was certainly glad to have met someone who could pay for breakfast, even if it was only once, but 'excited' wasn't quite the word for it. "But where becomes the question...and I guess I'll leave that up ta you."
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