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Post by sashi on May 19, 2010 21:37:39 GMT -5
Kon was a bit surprised with what he was seeing, another person transform into an animal like him. He sleepily turned and gathered as much of the sticks as he could and carried them off with his mouth, heading back to the warehouse through the grass. Being short as he was, he easily slid under the door into the building, then made his way in, dropping them into the circle of large rocks on the ground. Shifting was inconvenient, but when would he turn back? He couldn't exactly light a fire without thumbs.
It was getting late, or rather, early. He was warmer with all the fur, and decided to curl up against the tent. With a few shifts of his weight he got comfortable and slowly fell into sleep. |
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Post by Waddle on May 23, 2010 2:43:53 GMT -5
((OOC: Hey it's open so xD))
Evan stared into space as he walked along the sandy beach of the river towards the old dock. He didn't see the pair of tennis shoes right in front of him. He stumbled over them, face nearly hitting the ground, but his hands caught him. Jumping up quickly, he glanced around, acting and looking casual. Why, in the world, was there a pair of shoes on the beach? There was no one in sight. Spitting grains of sand from his mouth, he continued on.
Looking along the beach, he saw something lying on the ground, but he was already in outer space, too distracted to care what it was. He was nearing the warehouse, and the thing on the ground was near it. Only a second later, his foot hit something again. Arms flailing, he spun and staggered, and at the same time, he realized the thing was a woman. Reaching to the warehouse wall to balance himself, he missed, and the next thing he knew his head had smashed into something. The sound of shattering glass followed.
He fell into the warehouse through the smashed window, rolling to his feet and looking around. He saw a girl standing in the center of the place. He looked her in the eye with a serious expression. "Is there a bathroom in here?" he asked, faking an British accent. Looking down at the glass around him, he saw an odd smudge on his newly polished boot and remembered the lady he had brutishly fallen over. With a muttered curse, he turned and jumped back out the window and knelt down beside the girl.
"Are you... alright?" he said, cocking his head stupidly. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, by the way," he continued, giggling in a drunken fashion and still faking the accent. Pulling a flask out of his back pocket, he took a sloppy gulp of the ale, some of it spilling down his chin. Screwing the top back on, he returned it to his back pocket, then turned his full attention on the girl.
((OOC: Super mega post = 3 RPers at once. Special thanks to Sappy and Blip xD))
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Post by Mothtoto. on May 23, 2010 3:43:53 GMT -5
Charlotte turned her head sharply as she heard a loud noise behind her, like the shattering of glass, which indeed, it was. She saw a queer man tumbling threw the window. "Oh, well, I'm not really sure, I've only just gotten here." she replied hastily. But, apparently he didn't really need to go that bad, seeing as he left.
She decided to follow him when he left, since the only other living being in the warehouse was a badger she just noticed. Charlotte stepped out the door and closed it quietly behind her. She looked at the woman, Quinn. Even though Quinn had been harsh to her earlier, she felt a strange pity for her. She walked up to the pair, wondering what she should do. "Sorry for the rhetoricalness of the questions, but are you okay?"
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Post by Anty on May 27, 2010 23:19:20 GMT -5
((OOC: Okay so I'm going to need to catch up.))
Quinn had fallen asleep where she had stood moments ago, hit by sudden weariness. The transformation wouldn't have worn her out so quickly, save that it was her first time. She had transformed back into her original form as a woman without a notice, later on it would be hard to recall if the changing of forms had been reality or a far off dream. She slept easily in the wet grass, at least for a while, that is.
-half an hour or so later-
Quinn woke to the sound of a loud thud, almost like someone had fallen. She would often wake at the quietest of sounds, some might say she was a light sleeper. She pressed her ear to the ground, listening to the heavy footprints of someone, or something. But then her attention was brought to where she was, rather than who she was with. Why was she lying in the wet grass? And more importantly yet, where was she? Then it all came flooding back to her, starting with her walk through the forest. But was it real? Could it be a dream? Had she sleep walked all the way out here? No. it was real. Wasn't it?
Quinn was brought back to reality once she realized somebody was walking towards her, a large figure of a man. She lay still to the ground, hoping to be unseen. She was unseen indeed, but that was a problem. The man had tripped over her, and in doing so, he kicked her in the mouth. Her eyes flashed open and she let out a muffled scream. A salty taste had now entered her mouth, blood. Her hand went instinctively to her mouth. The man had broken her tooth and busted her bottom lip, it wasn't as bad as she had feared.
Quinn sat up quickly. Her hand went to her pocket on impulse, searching for her knife. But before she could locate it, she heard the man ask a very strange question, 'Is there a bathroom in here?', was he a friend of Kon's? She heard Charlotte reply to him, but the words were muffled and she couldn't make out what she had told him. The man was now approaching her and she tensed, not sure of what to expect. "Am I alright? You just kicked me in the mouth, do you think I'm alright?" She studied his face, he was handsome with a bit of an edge to him, but he had obviously been hitting the happy juice recently.
She scooted backwards with a disgusted look on her face. "Are you... drunk?" she asked warily, still eying him with disgust. She saw Charlotte appear behind him, and her gaze flickered to her for a moment, but she quickly turned back to the stranger. "I dunno if I'm alright myself, truthfully," blood was still dripping down her chin and staining the shirt Konstantin loaned to her, she doubted he wanted it back now. "Charlotte, do you know this man?" she asked, her eyes unmoving from him.
((OOC: Okay I think I'm caught up now xD))
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Post by Waddle on May 28, 2010 12:34:35 GMT -5
Evan answered her question. "Unless you are made of rubber or some sort of spongy material, I would expect you to not be OK, Sir-Oblivious-a-lot." His face screwed up as he realized his mistake. "Sir-Obvious-a-lot, I mean... And, looking at the trajectory of the moon and the sun, probably at the bottom of the ocean. To answer in regular words," he stood and bowed to the girl he had kicked, then to the girl named Charlotte, then continued, "I am drunk and proud of it." He grinned a toothy grin, revealing sharp teeth. "I have a problem, I admit. I have a serious problem."
He cackled to himself at all these personal jokes. Suddenly, he stopped and narrowed his eyes dangerously at the girl Charlette. "Do you hear that?" He paused for dramatic affect. "That's the sound of forgiveness." He couldn't hold in a fit of laughter and had to either sit down on the ground or topple over his own feet. He clutched his gut, tears beading at the corners of his eyes. Finally, he subsided, staring into the distance in front of him. He realized after a second that he was not witnessing an epic battle of two Indian tribes, but looking at some graffiti on the warehouse wall. He shook his head, really confused now. "I am screwed."
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Post by sashi on Jun 11, 2010 0:56:04 GMT -5
While Konstantin slept like a heavy log, seemingly numb and deaf to the sudden quarrel of people that had swarmed within the vicinity of the building and briefly within it, his form returned to his human state. He had stretched out, laying on his backside. His dreams were intense and confusing, and he woke with a low, muffled groan, sitting up to sleepily inspect the area. By now, he instinctively knew it was very early morning.
Memories of the transformation and the fox he encountered, which he somehow related to Quinn was all just a smear of details and fragments of images scattered through his mind. Quinn.. where was she? He vaguely remembered the other new girl. His head throbbed as he achingly stood up and went to the door, venturing out, surprised by the way his body felt, a bit drained and sore, like he had some how intensely exerted himself during his slumber.
In the distance, his dark eyes scanned through the terrain, easily detecting the others nearby. As he approached, he noticed a guy acting strangely, and Quinn, which was awkwardly sitting on the ground.. with something dark running down her face. He noted the familiar scent in the air.. of blood. His eyes widened as neared her, dropping down into a crouch as he gently rested a rough hand on her shoulder with a firm grip, his eyes narrowing, thick brows lowering in a concerned but fierce scowl as he grimaced. His voice was deeper than usual and raspy, from the effects of deep sleep, his tone direct and even demanding. "Vhat happened.. ? Are you OK? Did someone do this?"
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Post by Mothtoto. on Jun 17, 2010 11:26:45 GMT -5
Charlotte studied Quinn, realizing for the first time the blood dripping down her chin onto the clean, off-white sand, and the jagged cut on her lip. Charlotte looked to the man curiously, wondering if the cut had anything to do with him. She felt a stab of stupidity, because Quinn had just revealed that he had kicked her. She scowled softly, he was obviously not a gentleman, although he was handsome, or very drunk. Probably both. Charlotte noted that she would have to look into healing small cuts and such, because she didn't have any advice to give to Quinn about hers.
"Oh, no, we met just now," Charlotte replied softly, not wanting to bring to much attention to herself. She curtsied back when he bowed to her, and took back what she said about him not being a gentleman, he was just drunk that's all. She cocked her head curiously when he turned to her, and said nothing to reply back to his strange comment. She jumped when Konstantin appeared suddenly behind her, and could feel her heart beat racing. She decided to walk a little ways onto the beach to clear her mind. Charlotte stepped up to the cold water, letting it splash over feet, awakening her.
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