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| -Korokage- | Oct 29 2010, 02:55 AM Post #16 |
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Marianne couldn't help but feel prideful at Emilyn and Madelyn's compliments. The only thing they'd see of that however would be a cute little smile. She did run a hand though her hair though, taking care not to mess up her bangs. Ethaniel could tell that she was thinking something, but didn't care to entertain whatever curiosity came up at the notion. Marianne obviously got a little more excited when the twins said that they were one of the acts in the carnival. She was especially excited at the notion of gasoline, which honestly should have been worrying. Ethaniel started looking around, hoping to find a venue of escape while the girls were rambling. Unfortunately for him thye caught themselves rambling a little too soon for his taste. "No need to worry yourselves, we actually planned on wasting time before the carnival to see what acts people would be more attracted to." She gave a sly smile as she looked over to Ethaniel. Said fishman was in the middle of shuffing his feet at the rather...blunt and unexpected compliment. He was also looking away, as though to hide himself from the girl's kindness. "In any case..." she looked back to the twins, smile still in place. "I'm sure Ethaniel won't mind being dragged around by three pretty girls today. And before I forget my name is Marianne, but please call me Mary." Back to Ethaniel, he was still kind of put off by the spontainious niceness and just kind of scratched his head. "...Whatever, we have nothing to do until everything is set up anyway. I know a pla-" "If you suggest that stupid diner, I'll find a way to kick your balls fish face." She was making a face that probably indicated that she wasn't happy with that option. She was probably pissed because she wanted to go somewhere fun instead of homey. Ethaniel countered with his typical scowl and gave a sigh. "Fine, whatever. You lead us somewhere then, bitch." Both hands were now in his pockets, and he gave an assertive shrug to emphasis his lack of care on the matter of where they eat. Marianne gave a curt "humph" as she lead the two girls past him, intent on finding an affordable yet nice resturant. This pretty much gave Ethaniel no other choice than to follow them, hoping that they'd at least end up somewhere decent where no one can cause trouble. ...He had a feeling he'd be punching someone by the end of the day though. ((Edited due to improper use of Japanese lingo. :U)) |
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| Sooku | Oct 29 2010, 06:04 AM Post #17 |
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The shop was quaint, or at least as quaint as anything in a big city could be. A few people sat around eating or fiddling on laptops while the counter was manned by a typical, college age slacker. As Sooku approached the storefront, he couldn't help but notice just how much hair was in front of the guy's face; not even his cheesy company visor could stop it from completely overtaking the head. "I'll have the works, extra mustard." He slid his remaining change toward the living hairball, who scooped it up and haphazardly dumped it into the register. The sandwich was finished in less than a minute, as per the guidelines of cheap, fast food. "Here you go brah. By the way, I'm totally diggin' that arm. It's mega cool, man," the bro commented, handing Sooku a nicely sized sub sandwich. It was on cheap bread, overflowing with meat and veggies, and slathered in sauces. In other words, it looked delicious. "Thanks," Sooku replied, giving the cashier a wave before exiting back onto the streets. He was disappointed to see that the shark man was gone, leaving only a crowd of normal city folk. He resumed his stroll, continuing on in the direction he had been traveling before. "Guess I should probably look for some way to get a bit of cash before I try adventure hunting," he sighed, taking a big bite out of his sandwich. "Not like it matters much either way. I don't think I'm gonna be here for too much longer unless some sorta crazy encounter falls right into my lap." |
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| -Patrick- | Oct 29 2010, 07:24 AM Post #18 |
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With Shania still it, Patrick teased her by warping away from her every time she drew close. Shania was getting irritated more every time he warped away "Pat, knock that off" "What? C'mon sis, speed up!" Shania was doing to accelerate to max speed, but her stomach growled to the point of startling not only herself but Patrick too. He looked at her confused on the fact that her stomach was loud. "I suppose we better feed ya before you disappear, eh?" Patrick looked down at what he could find for a light lunch. A handful of buildings stood taller than the height Patrick and Nia were at, so some options were not in view. Patrick couldn't quite read the signs of the shops below so he watched the people walking around the buildings to see if there were any food stands nearby. One person caught his eye with food. The man had a robotic arm and what looked like a sandwich. "Hey Nia, follow me." Patrick descended to where the man stood, but a good thirty or more feet away with his sister following not to far behind. Shania jumped off of her hoverboard and hung onto it with her right arm. Patrick glanced around to find the building that sold the sandwiches. Shania looked through the window of the building they were standing at, only to see that it was sandwich bar. "Ooh Pat, lookie here" Shania tugged on his shirt and pointed through the window. Patrick turned around and looked at what Shania was pointing at. He felt a little dumb for missing it while the shop was damn near smacking him in the face. They walked in as Patrick reached into his back left pocket for his wallet, pulling out a ten dollar bill and replacing his wallet in his pocket again. Patrick was looking at the menu while Shania just walked on ahead and began saying her order. "Hi mister Fuzzy, I would like a chicken sub with extra black olives." Patrick looked over at his sister, realizing that she was already ordering. Luckily nobody else was in line, so Patrick walked up behind her shivering at the sight of the black olives on her sandwich. "Are you two together?" Patrick looked up at the 'Fuzzy' cashier and nodded his head yes. "Already, what's your order sir" Patrick was still undecided on what he wanted but came to a short conclusion of Phili-cheese stake with jalapenos and seasoned with crushed red pepper. The cashier wrapped up the sandwiches in two separate bags and Patrick handed over the ten dollar bill, taking back roughly six back. "Thanks" Patrick and Shania took a seat inside the shop and dug into their food. Patrick's eyes were watering from the scent of the spice within his meal as he took a fairly large bite. (wow I actually made myself hungry, lol) |
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| Psycho Werekitsune | Oct 29 2010, 11:50 PM Post #19 |
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Somewhere uptown, a rather large and old building was nestled amidst the countryside. The orphanage has been around since New Alastia's inception, and despite constant renovations and upgrades, it still retains a lot of it's history. It was a bit out of the way, but was probably the only local orphanage. A taxi pulled up to the main door of the building as a young man stepped out, paying the cabbie his fare before doing so. The cab drove away as the young man stood before the entrance, the cool breeze blowing through his hair and sweat covered brow as he walked up the steps, pushing the door open and closing it behind him. He breathed deeply, the dry smell of wood and old books comforting him as he walked through the large corridor. He had not been here in a few years, but he knew his way around quite well, having walked these halls ever since he was a child. He took a few turns, nodding and smiling at any nuns he may have passed before reaching his destination. It was a small office complex that was used to take care of the legalities behind the adoptions, and it was also where the person he was looking for was located. Walking up to a nondescript door, he softly rapped on it with his knuckles before a pleasant voice responded. "Come in." He turned the metal handle and pushed the door inwards, poking his head through before opening it a bit more. "Hi, mom." The old nun behind the desk looked up from the papers she was reading and took off her glasses, looking up at the young man. She promptly got up and walked over to him, embracing him tightly. "Erik dear, you finally came to visit." "Yeah, I said I would, but I never got around to it until now. Had some time off from college so I decided to take the opportunity." She let him go, looking him up and down again. "My, you've grown since I last saw you...and your hair's grown long. What's that on your face?" "It's...a goatee, mom." Mother Superior Marie Jacobs was the head nun at the orphanage, running the day to day, legalities, as well as taking care of the children. She was a soft spoken, gentle and kind, yet disciplined woman in her mid 50's. When Erik was brought to the orphanage, she was still in training, and was on of the many nuns that helped raise and educate him. He looked up to her as a mother, even taking her family name as his own. "You kids and your styles and whatnot. I suppose the girls fawn all over you." She teased him, knowing full well he probably still has problems interracting with the opposite sex. "MOM!" She chuckled, motioning for him to sit down, offering him something to drink, which he promptly refused. "So, tell me what you've been up to. How's school? What about the work you do with the army? |
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Oct 31 2010, 08:16 AM Post #20 |
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Micah took to looking about after grabbing a bite to eat. It looked as though they could have the the whole carnival up and running within an hour, and of course the biggest tent in the whole place was already set up entirely, a smaller tent next to it. The ring leader took the liberty to push his way into the smaller, seeing nobody but Freak Show within. It was little surprise to see him working on his bike, the black and silver coloring standing out, although just barely so in the dimly lit setting. This was often out he found this one, either working on this motorcycle or doing something even more useless. "You know, we'll be ready to go pretty soon. Don't you think it'd be a little more helpful to actually get out and do something? I mean, it's either you're fixing that thing up, or you're just lazing about. I can't even count how many times I've seen you just staring at the stitching of the tent, as if you'd counted and expected it to change." Freak Show didn't even bother turning his attention away from his bike. Instead, he ignored Micah. After listening to the sounds of a ratchet clicking away for a while, he finally vocalized, "Could you hand me a 15 mm deep socket?" Micah couldn't help but stare in disbelief for a moment, digging deep for some clever line to deliver, but nothing came to him. After a brief wait, he finally decided to just do as asked and give Freak Show the tool he'd requested. "How can this thing need any work? You do so much with it that you'd figure it'd be just about perfect by now.." "It is perfect. I've only been loosening and tightening these two bolts since my tent was finished getting set up. I just like hearing the sound of my rachet turning. That's all. So what's this about doing something? I was kinda zoning out." "I think it might be good for business if you went out and made an attempt at drawing in some more customers. The twins already left for town a bit ago, and we should be finished in just a bit." "You know I'm just going to drive off and get lost somewhere for hours, right?" "Just ask for directions, then. Let people know that you need to get back because you have to perform. Might be just the thing to get some people out here tonight. I don't really care what you do, as long as you get more of the citizens to come see the carnival. Even getting just one person to come would be better than you sitting around waiting." "...Whatever." Freak Show responded. Just as the word left his mouth, his side split open, allowing a copy of himself to step from the original to begin gathering various objects from around the tent. "Was that really necessary? You could have just done that without...sprouting a smaller you." The original replied with, "I know. I just know that it bugs you a little." before the smaller him placed a leather jacket on the larger, handed him a helmet and a set of keys, and then waited as the original split open again, revealing an empty cavity just large enough, which the copy proceeded to step into before the opening closed. Micah could only really stare on as the original split open once more to take back in his copy. "Well, I guess the things that bug me should still entertain the crowd. Not like they'll be aware of how disturbingly real any of it is. At least, not for a while." Freak Show chose not to respond to that line, instead climbing onto his prized motorcycle and riding through the tent opening. The leader followed suit, exiting the canvas structure and gazing out upon the nearly-completed carnival construction. * * * * * Emilyn giggled slightly at Marianne's comments toward Ethaniel, but Madelyn could help but feel sorry for the guy. He was practically a verbal punching back, by the way Mary was talking to him. Although she didn't speak up for a while, instead allowing their group to carry on looking at places, she dropped back closer to the shark man before finally speaking up. "Actually...if Ethaniel has a place in mind, I say we should go there. I mean, he'll be forced to follow along with us the rest of the time anyways, so why not be nice and let him take us to wherever he was going to suggest. Who knows, this diner could always end up being a good decision." "Oh Mady, you're just sucking up because you like him." Emilyn teased, causing the other to blush in response. "No, it's not like that! I just think that we should do at least one thing he wants, if he's stuck doing what we want...sort of." Emilyn couldn't help but sigh. It was so easy to read her sister sometimes. "Well, then, if Mary wants to go, then I guess it would be fine. But if the food turns out bad, I think the talking fish should pay for the meal." Madelyn smiled, nodding, before turning her attention to Marianne, waiting to see what she would decide upon. * * * * * Lynness had finally managed to reach town, gazing in awe at the assortment of objects sitting in shop windows, staring hungrily at all the appetizing food that was set on shelves in the stores and restaurants. Having never been in any sort of town before, there was plenty to keep her attention. However, she soon found herself just wandering, and shortly after that point she was lost in a maze of alleyways. She traveled in this manner for some time, with absolutely no idea where she truly was in such a labyrinthine place. Her traveling would be cut short, though. Just as she was thinking of trying to find the main street again and see about getting some of the delicious snacks she'd seen advertised through pane glass, a trio of thugs stepped out of a shadowed doorway, the leader of the bunch moving in front of her, his grunts circling around to flank the girl. "Well, what do we have here?" He questioned, a grin on his face. "Looks like girly here got a little lost, eh boss?" The underling to her right questioned mockingly. "That she did, that she did." The thug stepped forward, reaching out and grabbing her by the chin. "You know, sweetie, there are some pretty bad guys around here, guys that would take advantage of someone with your looks. Even if you have a little bit extra." He indicated her horns and wings. The demonic appendages didn't seem to be a deterrent for such people. "Why don't you come on inside? It's safe in here." "I...I don't think so." Lynness answered, pushing his hand away from her face. "I just want to go back to the pretty stores. But, thanks for your concern." She attempted to turn away, but the young man would have nothing of that. His flunkies made a grab at her arms, holding her in place as best they could. Meanwhile, the head thug pulled a knife from his jacket, the blade ejecting from the handle. The girl knew just from his posture that he was a threat to her. "Look here bitch, no girls gonn' disrespect me!" He shouted, taking a stab at her. She squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to brace herself against whatever pain would accompany a knife blade in the torso, but the torment she expected never came. She let one eye peek open just a big, and saw a swirling mass of black matter hovering between her and the thug. "Wh-what's that, boss?" The boy to the left questioned, both of the underlings loosening their grip on Lynness. The matter still hovered there, the leader struggling with no success to pull his knife free. This stuff....it appeared when I was afraid of being injured. Does that mean it can do other things too...? The girl tested this, concentrating hard on her desire to pay this guy back for threatening her. After a few seconds, the matter shifted position, before rushing forward in a sharpened crescent of solid matter. The guy didn't have a chance to react before the morphing mass passed through his neck, cutting his head clean off and flinging it against the wall, a small fountain of blood spraying against the facade of the building as the rest of him toppled sideways, collapsing to the ground. The boy on the right stepped forward, mouth agape, unsure what to make of what he'd seen. The girl gave him no chance to react, though; she brought her fist around, knocking him back into the wall with a punch before her matter shifted again, stabbing into his torso. As she finished him off, she noticed the amount of matter she'd had at her disposal had increased quite a bit, and she managed to spot the last thug backing away, a stunned and fearful look on his face. "Look, I didn't mean anything by it!" He shouted, turning to try to run. The demoness would have nothing of this, though. A grin on her face, she cast her arm forward, her dark matter following her lead. A thick tendril of the stuff shot forward, wrapping around his ankle and dragging him back toward her. Lynness couldn't help but grin. "Fun fun fun, so much fun!" ((Okay, so gotta give Sooku a fight here like I told him I would. Dude, when you come across this, you can assume that the third guy was completely dismembered.)) Edited by Eternally Fallen, Aug 4 2011, 11:29 PM.
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| Sooku | Nov 2 2010, 12:23 AM Post #21 |
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"This is a damn good sandwich," Sooku spoke to himself between bites, still traversing the main roads of New Alastia. Soon enough he would have to worry about things like money, but for the time being, a nice meal on a nice day was enough to make him happy. "Now if I could just find some good action, this would be per-" His thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like a quickly silenced scream, followed by some odd and strangely unpleasant sounds. He tossed what remained of his sub into his open buster and broke into a sprint, turning a few corners and ending up in an alleyway. It was grisly. He would guess that there had been three men in the alley moments ago, though there were enough chunks strewn about that his guess could easily be off by one or two. Blood was everywhere. It coated the floor, the walls, and the girl. It was hard to tell whether she was a traumatized victim or a psychopathic murderer, though the horns would tend to indicate the former. "Guess this is what I get," Sooku sighed, feeling a bit like throwing up. Despite all signs pointing otherwise, he would give the girl the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps it wouldn't be the smartest move, but it was his nature. "Hey you! Doy you know what happened here? Do you need any help?" |
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| Conjurer of the Storms | Nov 2 2010, 09:05 AM Post #22 |
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I kick started my baby and rode off. She's a sweet old gal. '46 Triumph Tiger Bobber. I had to replace the original engine with a '66 650cc T120R, and over the years I've added high performance cams, a competition mag for the sparker, some kick ass up-swept 60's style side kick TT pipes, and a chrome sissy bar for whoever had to ride bitch. The sleek black paint was crossed by some silver pin stripes that I had added myself, and the seamless gas tank had some brilliant silvery wings embellished on it. Without any more need for words, I took off. The roar of the engine shattered the sounds of workers pitching tents and testing rides to make sure they still worked with a reasonable amount of safety. I'd never ride one of those fucking things. This, from a man who can't die properly, is saying something. As I trailed off to the city, I had time to let all the bad memories of my damn job at this carnival drift away. All the times I ended up shit-faced, all the blunt force trauma to my groin, all the times I seared the flesh from my hand, and murdered myself in cold blood. I even was forced to cannibalize myself.... Yep.... all those bad memories drifted away. And people wonder why I'm an asshole to them sometimes. My mind began to settle. I was at ease. It wasn't long before I was within the city. Wind in my hair shifting and drifting. Mechanical music. Adrenaline surge. Well weathered leather, hot metal and oil, the scented city air, sunlight on chrome, the blur of the buildings; every nerve aware. I could almost hear a guitar's strings being plucked as I revved the throttle, speeding past an orange light. I hated stopping. I hated city driving. I hated city people. I took a left, then another left, and then a right turn at a red, and then a right, and then went straight for a few blocks, and then a right, and then a left, straight some more, and then a right. Feeling confident that I had no idea where the fuck I was, and neither did anyone else that I knew, I slowed down a bit and stopped outside of a diner. Quaint little hole in the wall for a big city like this. I was about to get off my bike, when like some fucking twist of fate, I saw the Goddamn twins talking and walking around with.... No. No, I don't fucking believe this. Some freak who doesn't know what day Halloween is on the calendar apparently. I had a feeling that they were going to greet me, so I decided to cut them off. "Micah said to find you two and tell you that you left your tent a fucking mess. He seemed pissed about something else too, but I didn't stick around to listen, so finish up whatever the hell it is you're doing and head back. If I were you, I'd take my sweet ass time in the city and claim I got lost. See ya! Oh, and it ain't Halloween Sergeant Shark McGill! You can take off that big dumb costume and try to find some other way to attract attention." Having said my peace, I sped off. I didn't want to give them the chance to talk to me. On my way deeper into the city, I was going a little faster than I should have been. Tires were squealing around a corner, the light having recently turned red, and I didn't feel like hitting my brakes. With a mild tail whip flinging me about, I took off down the next street, when some douchebag with no sense of what's going on just WALKS OUT INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE FREAKING ROAD. I had almost no time to react. All I could do was swing my weight inward, opposite the curve, and stick a leg out. I hit the brakes, and my bike's tires peeled rubber, squealing to a stop in front of this dick; my boot was ruined. Shaken, dusting myself off, I shouted at the guy, "You trying to kill yourself!? You trying to kill me!? Fuck! My leg's all fucked up 'cause I tried to save your ass. Damnit." I let my bike lay there in the middle of the road and clutched my leg. Shit hurt, I could walk, but us carnival folk gotta make money somehow. Medical claims would do the trick. This poor slob was about to get an Oscar winning performance from me over this one, the brown haired, brown eyed, brown jacket, brown pants, brown shoes.... You know what? This guy deserves it, if only for his taste in clothes. And what was up with the face plate and manacles? Was it really Halloween and I'd be forced to eat my words to the guy in the shark suit? Either way, time to ham it up. |
 
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| -Jacquerel- | Nov 2 2010, 07:37 PM Post #23 |
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"...what?" Robert shook himself and looked around. "...Am I standing in the middle of the road? God, sorry. I must have zoned out or something." He quietly closed the youtube window hovering in front of his vision, allowing him to take a closer look at the man accosting him. "Look if it makes you feel any better, you didn't have to brake. I would have been fine. Thanks for thinking of me though, and sorry about your leg. I really should pay more attention to where I am going... I swear I'm not usually like this, just have a few things on my mind." Robert stepped back out of the road and gestured at the now empty space, unaware that the rider had a little more planned than just shouting at him. "Sorry again for getting in your way, I hope I haven't made you late to... wherever it is that you are going." Up on the roof of the tallest of the nearby buildings, Stitches hunkered down to watch what happened next. He had been fine sitting by as Robert wandered into the middle of the road (this wasn't the first he had ambled across without watching, he'd been lucky there wasn't much traffic about) because it was true that he would probably survive a car crash relatively unscathed and do only very minor paint damage to the car, but now Robert seemed to have annoyed one of the local bikers. If it came to blows he thought Robert's near immunity to most kinds of damage would mean he'd be pretty capable of holding his own but you never know, he might have to actually step in. It would mean blowing his cover to an extent, but if it gave him the opportunity to fight something he didn't think he'd really mind. |
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| -Korokage- | Nov 4 2010, 03:48 AM Post #24 |
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Ethaniel became embarrassed pretty much on que with the sister's teasing. Sure he appreciated someone sticking up for him, but...well...relations in general were weird and complicated. Marianne obviously noticed this, and decided to hit him where it counted most. "Hmmmm, a very good argument. All right, if it sucks too badly we'll make lover boy pay for the meal~" Ethaniel flinched from the double whammy. To be honest it was unfair that she could so easily pick on his feelings AND manage to rip a gaping hole in his wallet. She more than likely has a few skill points allocated in bitch. "Don't look at me like a sour puss, the diner's with in walking distance from here right?" She smiled just then, plotting her little plots. For an instant she seemed somewhat distant before snapping back to reality. Ethaniel noticed this, though he doubted their company did. Being on guard around her let him learn Mary's little nuances far faster than most people, so he knew some thing was up. He decided not to press the issue and led the way to the diner. It was just a couple of streets over and around a corner so they wee going to get their somewhat quickly. Some thing clicked in his head just then. He hasn't said much, despite making a very good impression very quickly. So what better way to improve a mood than by talking? "So...uh...Madelyn, thanks for sticking up for me." He kind of nodded after that, knowing that Marianne was being nosy and probably heard that. "So...what kind of act do you and your sister do?" As he asked this he noticed that the diner was very close now. It was pretty much around the corner and across the street from here. And then some jackass on a motorcycle showed up before he could get his answer. He must be part of the carnival since he spoke to the twins as though he knew them. Whatever mess they'd left behind he didn't care about as it wasn't wasn't his business. Then the biker made it his business by insulting him. Anger spread across his features in a flash right as the bastard drove off. Frankly it wasn't talking Ethaniel had in mind with that guy, unless punching him repeatedly in the face counted. Marianne, on the other hand, watched the biker drive off with a bored expression. "So what, I'm invisible now? Terrific." She feined a yawn. "Ok so are we going into your stupid ass diner or are you going to stand there being grumpy?" Ethaniel gave a hrumph as he led the small group to the diner's entrance, his expression still rather foul. "Oh great, he's in a bad mood. Don't expect him to be nicewhile he's like this." Surprisingly enough, he'd hold the door open for the ladies, even though Marianne made it sound like Ethaniel might go off on them if they bugged him too much (which he still could). Once they stepped into the diner it'd be like stepping through a portal into the 70's. It retained the classic interior, looking much the same way it did when it was first built (including, unfortunately, the gaudy wallpaper). The counter at the rear wall took up a good portion of space, though there was still enough room for a few tables and several booths across the front and side walls. There was a slightly older heavy set woman behind the counter wearing a pink shirt and a name tag that read Bertha. The woman greeted them with a smile before focusing on Ethaniel. "Oh did that loudmouth outside get you all bothered honey? Go on you and your lady friends sit down and I'll get you some coffee." Ethaniel nodded and lead the girls to a table, taking a seat and waiting for the rest to do the same. He still had a grumpy look on his face, so it could be assumed that he'd give a response of "fuck you" at the notion of paying for everyone's food. Marianne plopped down on to a chair, sitting across from Ethaniel. "All right, so we're getting free coffee. I guess it's not all bad that fishface is in a bad mood." She streatched in her seat as the waitress brought everyone coffee and a menu. Marianne gave it a good once over before putting it back on the table and looking at the twins. "So, since you didn't get a chance to answer Ethaniel's question before that blow hard blew through, what exactly does your act consist of?" She gave a sly smile, clearly interested in what the girl's perferomance consisted of. |
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| -Patrick- | Nov 5 2010, 06:13 AM Post #25 |
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Patrick was tearing from the hot and spicy sandwich. His head was red and sweating. His breath was heavy and rabid as he would try to cool his mouth. "Damn this it hot!" Half of his sandwich was stuffed in his mouth after another bite. Shania was staring at Patrick as she was actually tasting her food compared to her brother. Patrick shoved the rest of his sandwich into his mouth, enduring all the burning sensations the spicy juices as he chewed the best he could. "Hey Pat, slow down" Shania finished half of her sandwich, wrapped the rest up inside of a napkin and tucked it in her pouch bag sitting at her waist. Shania lost her appetite from watching Patrick scarf his meal. Patrick just finished swallowing the last of the gut-burning sandwich when a bone chilling scream suddenly broke the peaceful and quiet sound of the peaceful city living. Patrick jumped from his seat and darted out the door, leaving his mess and Shania behind to clean it up. Shania grabbed Patrick's mess and threw it in the trash before following her brother. Patrick had ran towards the opposite direction people were fleeing from. After two turns on the main streets, Patrick scanned the area focusing on his hearing. Shania used her hoverboard to keep up with Patrick as she was confused on which direction he was trying to go, she also heard the scream but she wouldn't tell where to even start looking. |
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| Conjurer of the Storms | Nov 7 2010, 04:10 AM Post #26 |
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Whoever this idiot was, he didn't make any sense at all. First he acts like there's nothing wrong with almost killing someone, then he says that he "would have been fine" had I slammed into him, and to top it all off, the guy apologizes about my leg and doesn't even call an ambulance or nothing! This is why I hate city people. I rolled over onto my back, and began my act. Sorry? My leg's all kinds of fucked up and all you can say is SORRY!? How about a little help getting out of the road so we don't cause another accident? How about calling emergency services? How about paying for all the damage you caused, both to me AND my bike? I feigned injury better than a trained actor. Considering all the injuries I'd had in the past, it was almost as if I worked off experience. Gritting my teeth, I sat up and checked my foot out. The boot had been split open, my socks had been torn apart, and my heel and inside arch had been cut up pretty bad. I was bleeding, and my leg's muscles were shaky, but it didn't look like I broke anything. I put my hands down and tried to stand, making sure that I let my right leg give out from under me. It takes some brass balls to just fall down like that onto the tar without flinching a bit, and brass balls I did have. No, seriously. I literally turned my balls to brass. With a thud, my body crumpled into a heap on the ground. I unfastened the chin strap on my helmet. I pushed it off, revealing the rigid spikes and angular golden hair that sat atop my head. It was only made possible by the still setting roofing sealant and shellac I had used in its creation. It was arranged in such a way that made the 9mm pistol hair accessory and two spare clips stuck in there somehow look like they weren't out of place. Five extra long parts of my hair stuck out in different directions, each one defying gravity and physics in its own way. How all of this fit into my helmet and remained intact would baffle any onlookers. **************************************************************************************************** She had just received her financial aid check, and like any good student, proceeded to treat herself to a day of shopping and general frolicking about. Without a care in the world, she had been enjoying some delicious custom made pizza. Her next destination was the New Alastia Mall. Despite having a blurry sense of direction, this was one place that she needed no maps or instructions on how to find. It was as though her primal instincts dictated that she find it. And so Ginette did wander through the city streets. She wore a sunny yellow cinch waist cami and a pair of blue jeans that day over the pleated light blue halter top and white knee length skirt that one of her friends wanted her to wear. She had no real fear of being so alone and vulnerable out on the streets looking this cute, as the satchel of steel dust in the recesses of her handbag gave her plenty of confidence. She also had a unique necklace hanging just under her collar bone. It was a dragonfly made of both gold and silver, containing such intricate subtleties that the wings and eyes appeared to twinkle as a precious gem would. The girl walked happily along, oblivious to the people around her. A soft, sweet melody played in her ears, the notes enticing her to dance about with each step, though she was too embarrassed that someone might see her to ever dare follow through on such a silly notion. Looking down at her iMusic, seeing that it was low on battery, she decided to walk the rest of the way listening to the sounds of the city. Just as she turned it off, she bumped into someone who had been walking the opposite direction. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," the young girl blushed. She gave a quick glance both ways to make sure she wouldn't collide with anyone else. The girl she had struck gave her a smile, "It's okay." She felt like a klutz again. Putting that minor incident aside, the two continued on their respective ways, and in her haste to vacate the scene, Ginette rounded a corner too fast, and was just able to see the amethyst eyes of the man she crashed into. She shifted as she tried to avoid knocking the poor guy over, though this only made her trip, and take a tumble onto the sidewalk, letting out a small yelp on her way to the concrete. This was where she wished she could turn invisible, rather than make nice jewelery. "Sorry!" Ginette started to pick herself up, almost too mortified to look at the guy. Should the man help her up, she'd gladly accept a hand. Right now though, she was much more concerned with the fact that she just made the same mistake twice, and could only think to blame her stupid battery for dying that all of this happened. In hindsight, the guy probably wouldn't have fallen over, and neither would she had she just let herself hit him and not tried to dodge. |
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| -Aroxys- | Nov 7 2010, 09:13 PM Post #27 |
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Javon was a bit busy taking in the sights on the city to notice much of anything, though oddly enough he was managing to avoid running into anyone. This wasn't all that difficult for him since either people were giving him a wide enough berth that he couldn't run into anyone or that he was occasionally making sure to cast his gaze ahead every now and again. He now possesses a relatively good idea where everything in the city is in relation to him, so getting from point A to point B in this city without a map shouldn't be too difficult anymore... Speaking of which, I really ought to pick up some groceries while I'm out. I'm stocked for a few days but having enough to last longer than that would be better, especially since I'm not sure how long I'm going to stay. ...In other words, perfectly ordinary thoughts that could be easily mistaken for an ordinary person's. Well, aside from the girl who wasn't paying attention and just walked into him. The resulting impact was enough to knock him back onto his rear and his mind back into place. He was the quicker of the two to get up though. "Oh, sorry about that." He held his hand out to help the girl up if she so chose. "I guess I need to watch where I'm going a bit more." The fact that he wasn't blaming Ginette at all is probably because he didn't notice her at all, or that he simply didn't consider this her fault. |
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| -Jacquerel- | Nov 9 2010, 05:11 AM Post #28 |
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Robert hadn't actually got a good look at the man's injured leg, assuming that he'd merely bruised it by bumping against the road. Having not ever driven a motorbike he had no idea of the kind of force it could apply to a leg used as an improvised break, and hadn't thought that the wounds would be particularly serious. "Emergency services?" He was very suprised when the man tried to get off his bike and only managed to fall over, only then becoming aware of the extent to which the biker had injured himself. "God I'm sorry! I must seem so stupid! I had no idea it was that bad! Let me call an ambulance for you!" Robert ran back over and extended a hand to the man, intending to help pull him back to his feet. He didn't seem to register the oddness of his haircut, although possibly he had just decided not to judge. Robert couldn't really describe his own appearance as normal either, despite how hard he tried to fade into the background. He was still unaware of the carnie's plot to scam him out of his money. The man would probably be disappointed, while he did a dangerous job and thus had quite good health insurance for himself (not that any doctor would be able to do much for his sand body if anything managed to damage it), he didn't actually make all that much money. He had enough to pay the rent, eat and save for his retirement and not much more on top of that. He was hardly poor but he was unlikely to be able to afford to make Freakshow into millionaire either. While he was leaning down, he simultaneously flicked through menus on his hud. One advantage of having a mechanical face was that you were never far from the internet and didn't need to carry a phone. "Hello? Is this Alastia Central Hospital? Yes, I've just been hit by a motorbike. Could you send a paramedic or something? What? No no, that's not it! I'm fine. The driver has hurt his leg though... Well I'm not a doctor so I dont really know how serious it is. I can hardly compare it to myself can I? Oh yes sorry, you couldn't possibly have known that about me could you. How stupid of me. How long do you think it's going to take?" Noticing that he was recieving odd looks, Robert quickly realised that it wasn't actually obvious that he was talking on a phone. He just appeared to be holding half of a conversation with someone who wasn't there. "Sorry, I'll set it to sub-vocalise." Robert proceeded to stop talking, although a distant look in the entirely non functional sand-eye on the left side of his face indicated that he was still engaged in a different conversation. |
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| -Eternally Fallen- | Nov 12 2010, 10:24 PM Post #29 |
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((So sorry for the wait, everyone. School was eating my time like crazy, but it isn't an issue now. Also, I'll get the carnival going in just a few posts or so, so just keep on doing something else for a while. You don't have to wait on me to do character interaction [I know some of you aren't, but still..])) Lynness couldn't help but to giggle slightly at the scene; there was so much blood everywhere. She had managed to not only paint the ground with blood, but had managed to spray it up the walls almost to the rooftops, getting some of it onto herself in the process. Her face had a streak of red going from the left side of her jaw almost to her right horn, and in her fascination with how much of the crimson fluid there was, she'd managed to soak her hands entirely. The thought of fleeing the scene of the crime never even crossed her mind. She merely stood in place over the broken bodies of her assailants, giddy and content with what had happened despite how close to harm she'd been. Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted, though, by the voice of somebody else coming upon her and her victims. "Hey you! Doy you know what happened here? Do you need any help?" The voice called out, slight concern in his voice. The girl's elation instantly turned to annoyance and mild paranoia as she spun on her heels, turning to glance at the newcomer; a frown replaced her cheerful smile as green eyes took in as many details as she could. His hair was long and black, and he wore a brown jacket, a red shirt, and blue jeans. The thing that stood out and really caught her attention was where the left side of the jacket was missing it's sleeve; The left arm was covered in a deep blue metal. She could only guess that it was armoring meant to enhance his abilities and protect the arm. The presence of the metal arm could only mean that this man could easily cause her harm, and after every encounter she'd had that day, it seemed as though it would be certain. "Help? You don't want to help me." she paused for a moment, worry evident in her tone. "I can see it in your eyes, and hear it in your voice. You just want to try and hurt me like everyone else. You know what? I don't think so!" The girl turned fully now to face Sooku, force of will summoning the black matter she had accumulated thus far. More of it appear this time than had last time, which was a pleasant surprise considering how it molded to her will. The matter drifted around her almost like a super-dense fog despite its solid nature. The demoness had no idea how dangerous this guy was, but she wasn't ready to give him the opportunity to demonstrate it. With a thought, two pieces of matter tore away from the swirling mass, forming into a razor-tipped projectile. Her eyes narrowing into a disdainful glare, the sharpened rod launched toward the man's chest, the girl hoping the attack would end him quickly. * * * * * They had been walking for a few minutes, and had nearly reached the diner when Ethaniel spoke up again, talking to Madelyn. "So...uh...Madelyn, thanks for sticking up for me. So...what kind of act do you and your sister do?" "Oh, it was nothing. The girl replied, blushing slightly. "Uh...not supposed to reveal the act- "But of course you're going to tell him, since you like him. Emilyn chimed up, a slight grin on her face. Her sister's face only turned a deeper shade of red, eyes widening slightly. "I-I never said that!" Before Madelyn could say anything about their act, someone pulled up on a motorcycle. Both girls smiled slightly at the same time, knowing instantly who it was and stepping toward him. Despite his....defining characteristics...they did enjoy the act he put on, and tried being friendly as much as possible. They didn't even get the chance to speak up, though. "Micah said to find you two and tell you that you left your tent a fucking mess. He seemed pissed about something else too, but I didn't stick around to listen, so finish up whatever the hell it is you're doing and head back. If I were you, I'd take my sweet ass time in the city and claim I got lost. See ya! Oh, and it ain't Halloween Sergeant Shark McGill! You can take off that big dumb costume and try to find some other way to attract attention." Before the could respond, Freak Show sped off in another direction, leaving them both with their mouths slightly agape. Emilyn cursed under her breath. "What a fucking jerk!" "Way to spoil an awesome day..." "I swear, next time I see him I'm kicking him where it really hurts. We've been nothing but nice to him and he still acts like a dick!" "He's so mean.." After Marianne spoke up on the matter, they proceeded toward the diner, which was closer than they would have expected. Ethaniel politely held the door open for them all, prompting Madelyn and even Emilyn to thank him as the stepped into the old-fashioned place. After the woman at the counter greeted Ethaniel, they took their seats at a table. Emilyn sat next to Marianne, while Madelyn took her seat next to Ethaniel. "So, since you didn't get a chance to answer Ethaniel's question before that blow hard blew through, what exactly does your act consist of?" Marianne asked with a smile, looking at the girls. "Uh...oh yeah. Well, nobody is supposed to reveal their act to people until it's actually time to perform, but we put on a show with fire. We do all kinds of cool things, and we use two different colors of flame. It's really pretty, I'm sure you guys would like it." "Yeah, and the best part is we get to prance around in bikinis and stuff." Emilyn commented while looking at the menu. "We get plenty of people watching our performances no matter where we are. It really is alot of fun." Madelyn nodded, a bit of a smile returning to her face despite how rudely Freak Show had talked to them earlier. "Mhm. We could get you two seats in the front row if you'd like. Then you could have a better view. I'd like that.." Edited by Eternally Fallen, Aug 4 2011, 11:31 PM.
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| Sooku | Nov 13 2010, 02:24 AM Post #30 |
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"Hurt you? Nah, I wouldn't want to do that. I'd like to help you, if you'll give me a chance." He smiled at the bloodsoaked girl and began to put out his hand as a gesture of goodwill, but quickly withdrew it when black smog began to envelop her. Sliding his right foot back, he lowered his stance and brought his buster forward in defense. He would be ready if she decided to strike, which happened almost immediately. The black spear was deflected easily with a downwards movement, though its force was completely unexpected. "That was actually really strong." he thought, stumbling backwards from the unexpected shock but bracing in time to stay upright. "She definitely killed these guys. I've gotta stop her." Lowering his arm, he flashed the demoness another smile. "You're no ordinary girl, are you? That was a killing blow right there. I really didn't want to do this, but you're not giving me much of a choice." Throwing his buster back up at Lynness, he fired a few energy balls at her midsection. Despite her intentions, he wasn't going to use anything potentially lethal yet. Murder aside, she was just a young girl. |
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