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Post by Monkey Monk on Sept 22, 2005 17:01:35 GMT -6
A few acres away from the group the shadows of a dead oak swirled. From them came a large human like figure. They fell forth as if pushed. Quickly the being stood up and spoke loudly with a thick russian accent. "You dirte son uva Moscow who-" A black spaniard hat flew from the shadow and into his mouth. The black hat was followed by several gutural sounds that echoed in the figure's head. Angrily he took the hat out and scowled. "Jah jah I geit it. AI'll find da girl and do ma job." And with that he stormed away from the monstrous tree.
Now this being was quite a sight. As he stepped into a beam of light his facials were revealed. A large scar ran from the center of his forehead, around his eyes on the left side, and ended on the cleft of his chin. Those eyes of his were a mix between blue and gray. Thick, sinewy muscles coated his neck beneath tough, tanned skin. The male's hair was of a vibrant mix of black and lime. As that beam moved more down the being's body it could be seen he loosely wore a russian trenchcoat. He wore a black shirt that clung to large peck and ab muscles. His forearms were enormous, typical of a large russian man. His pants were of loose material and extremely light. Quickly he put the hat on and continued on his pace.
It wasn't long until the voices of a group reached his ears. With amazing swiftness and silence he crept up on the group. At a certain distance he slipped into a shadow. But only a few minutes later a chickadee fluttered out. The bird landed on a branch over looking the group just in time to hear them talk. There was one male very close to a female. The tension was thick. "You are the one who cries at night" said the male. The small bird twitched it's head and gave out a merry song. But only a few moments later the femalegave out a laugh then spoke. "We shouldn't let something that small ruin the evening, now should we? Let's do something, a game prehaps." Again the bird gaave out it's gleeful song as it watched the group with abnormal interest.
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Post by Kikuyoshi on Sept 24, 2005 19:36:44 GMT -6
As soft as the wind it seemed, a pair of arms slipped gently about Nisha's shoulder's from behind, their touch warm and alluringly safe feeling, and they lingered there for a moment or two, these invisible arms until they released as gently as they had come. To the mind it could have simply been a simple illusion...an imagination run wild in the moment, and nothing could point to the possibility that someone had been just behind her. However, to her ears only words reached on the whisper of the wind, again possibly nothing more than the imagination. "I will not abandon you..."
Michel's head instantly lifted at the mention of a game, his eyes brought to Nisha's form excitedly as he gave a small little bounce. "Smashing idea! That ought to lift the spirit!" He gave one of his quirky grins, though it slightly faded and his expression showed a faint bit of confusion and worry as he watched Nisha, perhaps seeing something that neither of the other guests could. Shaking his head, he produced a small ball of fire within his fingertips, throwing the devilish sphere back and forth from one hand to the other, ignoring whatever it was that had grabbed his attention before. "So...how's about that game, eh?"
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Post by Mama Z on Sept 25, 2005 0:56:45 GMT -6
The song of the bird, the first bird she recalled to have heard for a while, caused her to look up at the feathery being. Wolven ears twitched for a moment as she observed it, a light, knowing smirk crossed over her features briefly, before the smirk disappeared. The feeling of a warm embrace, seemed to surround her and instantly the world turned to shades of green then grey. The color she regonized so often before and at the same time something inside of her body recoiled. As if it was burned by the windy touch. She almost wanted to..cry and scream. Yet as quickly as she saw the world before her turn grey, it moved back to green then back the colorful world around her and the touch was gone.
Abandoned?
Lies and you know it.. a voice she didnt regonize quite be to hers, yet at the same time it was alluring. Seductive. I will never leave you..
She blinked several times,trying to shake that ood sensation, then looked at Michel then back to the bird. Game? Oh yes. 'Hide and seek?' She just blurted out. Out of all the games she chose, she had no idea why it was this one. Prehaps somewhere in the corner of her mind she remembered playing it with her mother and had gotten lost for two days. But maybe now she had finally found the courage to want to play it again and maybe want to get lost this time. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Kikuyoshi on Sept 25, 2005 9:53:45 GMT -6
For a second or so before Nisha spoke, it appeared that Michel was arguing with himself. (or rather someone invisible) A few words strayed from his mouth loud enough for at least Nisha to hear, obviously unaware that Nisha had spoken. "Stupid....angels aren't supposed to....what if Idoih finds out...." His voice trailed for a second, frozen in his words until he realized that he was probably being stared at. Spinning around at full, a goofy grin seized his lips and pulled, the ball of fire in his hand disappearing as he brough his arm back to ruffle his shorter red hair. "Aye...a game of hide and seek! My favorite!" Keeping the grin, he brought his hand back down and rubbed them together. "Now the question is...who's it?"
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Post by Relairah on Sept 25, 2005 11:36:15 GMT -6
Ainoko had by then once more leaned against a tree, leaning his wait against one leg and crossing the other so that the toe of his boot rested on the earth, his arms folded evenly across his chest. He watched the others silently, not really knowing of what to say or do. The one called Jasper spoke to her, before disappearing, and he looked to the spot where he had become invisible briefly, before then looking at Michael. Golden wolf ears twitched as he listened to the others speak, but after a moment he simply sighed. But then, Nisha mentioned 'Hide and Seek,' a game he had played before, but long ago.
A small smile came to his lips and he nodded slightly, "Sure, that sounds like fun," he said, moving from his sort of relaxed stait to standing on both legs evenly. His blue eyes fell upon Michael as he spoke and he shrugged, "Well, I guess a question would be, does anyone want to be 'it'?" he asked, looking around. He really wouldn't mind being 'it', if he did end up as such, but he did prefer to do the hiding. However, he perhaps wasn't so good at such, being as his wings and hair were golden, and he looked down at his jeans and white shirt, they seemingly not very blending either.
Oh well, it didn't matter, it would still be fun. And so, his eyes came to fall upon Nisha once more. He waited patiently for someone else's reply, and thought silently to himself, not about anything specific, but just about random things that might happen to come to his mind. |
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Post by Mama Z on Sept 25, 2005 13:32:54 GMT -6
Nisha arched a brow at Michel. He was an odd one. She looked over at Ainoko almost forgetting he was still there then laughed. 'Well I suppose I'll be it then.' She stated and took a small walk towards a tree, hips swaying in an exagerated manner. One hand rested on the tree bark for a moment as she looked back at the group. 'What shall I count to then? Ten? Twenty?' She wanted them to give them enough time to hide in a really good spot. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Relairah on Sept 25, 2005 15:10:07 GMT -6
He laughed and slowly nodded, "Umm...," he said, thinking. He could probably get away quick enough. Oh well, fifty would be good, wouldn't it? He looked around for a moment, and then asked, "Fifty okay?" [/size] OOC: Woah, that's a really short post >< |
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Post by Monkey Monk on Sept 26, 2005 11:21:59 GMT -6
The bird that perched on the tree limb twitched it's head. Anxiously it hopped from twig to twig. It's head cocked as it watched the beings get ready to hide. The small creature fluttered to a rotting log, perching on one of the broken limbs jutting out. The chickadee again let out it's whistle as those small eyes watched the being named Nisha. Those eyes that should be mindless yet were so intelligent.
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