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Post by sofia ivanova on May 8, 2012 21:03:37 GMT -5
It was morning, the sun had just crested above a distance horizon, the little girl could just see it through an alley betwixt two buildings. The crisp morning air penetrated the girls lungs, bringing her into another realm of awake. The red head took another lungful of air, filtering scents as the air swooshed through her throat. She cocked her head, causing her slightly messy red hair to fall and cover a gaunt and hungry face.
She skipped out into the open, wearing nothing but a man's shirt that went past her knees, the sleeves rolled up several times so she had the use of her arms. A tail trailed along behind her, flicking back and forth much like a cat's would, meanwhile her ears swiveled like radars, filtering out the sizzling of food, from the bark of a distance dog and the chirping that emitted from a few tough looking birds that nested on the light pole.
The little girl, named Sofia, bounded forward, after pausing to scent the air, and she leaped gracefully onto the green belt next to the side walk. Where should I go? She asked herself, as if someone else would answer. Her stomach gave an almighty roar and Sofie bent to clutch it, feeling the hollowness inside and not liking it.
She padded forward once more with cat-like grace and hid in another alley to hide from the curious stares she was receiving, she was a new arrival to Central and no one could become inured to the ears sprouting from her head, or the tail she had, or, especially so, the fangs and odd hissing she did when frightened. To make maters worse for herself she was Drachman, whom descendants of that race were not exactly trusted in Central.
words - 300-ish
ooc - sorry if it sucks.
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Post by aaron shadovenske on May 9, 2012 23:07:19 GMT -5
A walk through Central could be a lot of things. It can be a relaxing stroll to take your worries away, a breath a fresh air when you feel suffocated by your work place, a morning commute to your job, or even quality time with a loved one. In Aaron's case, a walk through Central usually means that the general store nearest him ran out of the cigarettes he likes. The 'Lucky Blow' brand was popular in Central. A little too popular, apparently. Aaron was never out this early, but he needed his fix.
He walked in a leisurely manner, but was secretly growing increasingly frustrated at the lack of nicotine in his system. The general store was merely blocks away. The morning was cool, so Aaron had donned the bomber jacket he loved so much over his usual attire. He didn't have his sword on him (such is the disadvantage of being non-military) but his .45 was tucked away in his waistband and his lighter was in his pocket. He was in no way, shape, or form in any kind of danger if he were to be attacked, but still felt naked without the blade.
As he entered the general store, Aaron pondered the person at his door and the offer they made. The decision wasn't going to be an easy one, but it would have to be made eventually. These thoughts clouded Aaron's mind to the point that he almost forgot the four packs of 'Lucky Blow' cigarettes he had just purchased. The cashier had to remind him.
Exiting the store and stepping back into the cool morning air, Aaron wasted no time in grabbing one of his beloved cancer sticks and putting it into his mouth. Grabbing his lighter, he flicked it open and glanced at the work of polished steel. It was amusing to him. He never had any fluid and there was no wick to be seen. All he needed was the spark from the wheel and flint. The rest was alchemy. Spinning the wheel, Aaron formed a small flame just where it would normally be on the lighter. His alchemy was precise enough to do so, and he didn't want to put on a show.As he lit his cigarette he inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to sit in his lungs for a second before blowing it out into the clean air. Knowing that some people disliked the smell of cigarettes, he adjusted the oxygen density in the air enough for the smoke to dissipate. Flame alchemy was useful for more than just flames.
On his way back home, Aaron took more time to look around the city. He watched people strolling with their lovers, vendors pedaling their goods, and even men in uniform patrolling the streets and conversing with civilians. Among all of this, one thing managed to catch Aaron's eye. In an alleyway to his right was a small person. A girl. She had red hair and some kind of ears on the top of her head. A chimera? Aaron had heard rumors, but never seen one. This was nothing like what he'd heard though. The girl was young and she looked thin. She was clutching her stomach as if hungry. Regardless of how dangerous he'd heard that chimeras can be, Aaron quickly resolved that this is a child first, and an animal much later. Turning into the alleyway, Aaron stepped towards the girl. She was only in a shirt, and it wasn't exactly the warmest morning in Central history.
"Hey? Are you alright?" Aaron called, his voice smooth and welcoming, with a good hint of concern. "You look hungry. And cold. Where are your parents? Do you need help?" He continued. He had no idea how the girl would react. Even if she was human, some people don't take well to strangers. "Don't worry, I'm friendly. You can talk to me." He said, stepping closer as he pulled his cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it away. He smiled at the girl, waiting for any sort of response.
word count- 691
ooc- Lucky Blows are my Amestrianized (try that one on for size) versions of Lucky Strikes.
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Post by sofia ivanova on May 26, 2012 17:23:49 GMT -5
It was amazing how in the space of a moment an innocent girl could switch from lovely to murderous. All it takes is an insult, a mean gesture, or violence. In this girl's case it was not one simple moment that defined her murderous ability, but the space of several moments. Those moments would string together, building years of anger and maltreatment. It was not something that could easily be taken away.
It was almost ironic how the very people who made her this way, where the ones who feared her the most. They would play with her DNA and many other's DNA, yet the couldn't face consequences. Because apparently if you treat something horribly, then make it able to fight for itself, that creature should automatically love you. That's now how it works. Ever. Instead of purring like a kitten and curling at their feet to do their business, she lashed back. It shouldn't have been so easy, so unexpected. But it was, it was easy to fight her way through people she had always hated and not feel an inkling of remorse. And yet those people, after the shock they've had would just keep on doing what they did.
They wouldn't change. Or learn. They would never learn.
Although Sofia had subconsciously angled her ears to take in the approach of a stranger, none of that information had gone to her brain, and when the stranger spoke Sofia got so startled she lost control for a second. The girl, who had been sitting easily against the brick wall rolled backwards and found herself on fours, hissing. Then she blinked, processed for a moment the man in front of her who did not seem to be aiming to hurt her, and sat down, criss-cross-apple-sauce.
She shivered a little bit and measured him up. It didn't seem he was a danger to her, besides he seemed to be actually concerned, that was always a good sign. "Uh, hello. I'm not hurt at the moment."
Sofia looked down, appraising herself, as if to make sure. Her vivid red hair cascaded down to hide her face. When she looked up, she seemed satisfied with her state of being and shrugged. "I s'pose I'm always hungry. Being cold isn't hard to do when you've lost your pack. It had all my clothes."
She contemplated his reaction to her lack of concern about her health. She had been alive so far, and had remained so, there wasn't much more she could do other then try, try to remain alive. It was a hard world to live in, and most people just didn't accept chimeras. Especially ones with lovely fangs, a tail, and ears. It would have been better if she hadn't had all those things, then at least she could hide herself. Hide herself from those who didn't approve, then all she would worry about was being drachman.
words - 514
ooc - This post is loooong overdue. Sorry for the wait!
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Post by aaron shadovenske on Jun 27, 2012 11:51:09 GMT -5
Aaron paused to mull over what the girl had said. She was very well spoken for her age, so she wasn't homeless. She had to have some kind of education, or at least human interaction. This was only an assumption, though. Aaron knew very little about chimeras or how they're created. Could they be born that way? Was she some kind of lab experiment? It didn't matter. She was cold. Aaron took off his beloved jacket, setting it gently in front of him. "Put it on. It'll keep you warm. At least until we buy you some real clothes." He offered. His gun was now visible in his waistband, and he decided he didn't want to scare the little girl. "Now listen, I'm carrying a gun on me, but I'm not a bad guy. I use it to protect good guys from bad guys. It's so that if we see a bad guy, I can stop him. I doubt that will even happen, so don't worry." He smiled.
He studied the girl again, trying to decided where all to take her. "You're gonna need clothes before anything. After we get you something to dress yourself in today and a new pack, we'll get you some food. Is there anything you really like to eat?"
word count-225
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