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Post by Calli on Dec 24, 2004 18:40:48 GMT -5
Emily Richards, soon to be world reknown actress was within a little tavern drinking away her sorrows. She wore what she always did, a white tanktop, a purple jacket over it and a short blue jean skirt, a hat over her light brown hair, and of course knee-high black boots.
The bartender, Mike they all called him, came over to her with a glass of stright vodka as she had ordered. He placed in front of her with a slight frown "What happened today Em?" He knew her well, this place was small, only a few tables placed about, and a bar of course. But it was right across the street from the theater Emily always went to and tried to get jobs at.
She looked up at him with dull violet eyes, grabed the drink and took a long gulp "I... didn't get the part Mike, I dun see why! I knew the lines perfectly but a ditzy bitch got it instead, she probly slept with the god damned produce... the whore she is." She grumbles more to herself, as she looked upon the polished surface, drinking down her vodka slowly.
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Dec 26, 2004 16:35:34 GMT -5
Jillian stepped into the tavern, turning around, as he was speaking with his editor. Just as he thinks he had some peace with cristmas, the bastard wanted him to work on. "but sir" he started almost begging "it's christmas eve, give me some peace, for goodness sake" The man listened carefully, and then laughed out loud "peace on chrismas? you don't have anyone to spend it with, lad. No friends, no familly, not even a dog!" he then stopped laughing, and pushed the finished, but apearantly not right writing in his hands "I want this story rewritten, and perfectly done in my office, tomorrow. Or else, you can find yourself another job!" with that, the editor turned around and slams the door behind him, walking away trough the snow. In the silence that followed, Jillian heard soft christmas songs at the opposite of the street, witch pissed him even more off. "merry christmas, bloodsucker" he muttered softly as he walked to the bar, placing down the papers, and moving his glasses from his head down on his nose. He started reading nervously trough the stack of paper.
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Post by Calli on Dec 26, 2004 18:15:39 GMT -5
Emily glanced towards the entrance as two males entered, they seemed to be arguing.. what about? She quirked a brow slightly before she went to fiddling with the cuffs of her jacket, Mike slowly walking over towards the guy who remained, pouring over the papers
"Anything I can get ya?" He asked with a curiose tone.
Mike, as Emily would say was as bad as any old gossip in a town, always wanting to know everything that was going on in a persons life, and it showed now by how he peaked at what he was reading.
If the man gave Mike nothing more then a simple order, or told him to leave him be he'd do so, sliding back over to Em, who he offered a slight smile to, and Emily would only just... quirk a brow up "I've said it before, your as bad as a old woman"
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Dec 28, 2004 14:30:50 GMT -5
Jillian looked up to Mike, then down at his paperwork with a sigh. "a martini with ice please" he frowned as he reread the papers times again, and still, he didn't think it was bad. He moved his head up, and looked around the tavern with the same frown on his face. it's just how I write, and if he doesn't like it, he'd find someone else he said to himself in his head, to give him selfconcience, and some sort of victory, but it didn't help. Who was he kidding? he needed the editor, it wasn't the other way around.
Thinking this way, his courage dropped even more. On top of that, a loud roar was suddendly heared from the outside, witch made him almost jump up from his chair that time. "what the freakin hell was that?" he spoak aloud, as he turned his head to look outside. He whidened his eyes, as he just saw the tip of some person being dragged into the alley.
Well, Jillian wasn't a hero, never been, but he always wanted too. So he collected all his courage, and stood up. He walked outside, towards the alley, where he kneeled down besides the puddle of crimson blood. At the moment he even discovered it was blood, he whidened his eyes, and pulled his gun from his pocket with a shivering hand. The other hand reached into his pocket, grabbing out silver bullets, and then he stood up, clumbsy loading it. "this is not my day" he spoke softly, as he looked into the alleyway, where the scraping sound of steel faded away, and was replaced by the soft crying of a girl.
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Post by Calli on Dec 28, 2004 17:20:08 GMT -5
Mike got the guy the martini or was in the process when a load roar issued from outside.
Emily shot up to a standing position and practically ran to the door, coming just in time to see something drag a man into the alleyway close by. She winced ever so slightly but in this part of the city, heck in all parts of the city it was common to see deaths, murders... beasts of all kinds running rampet.
As Emily made her way back in she caught sight of the man, Jillian run outside... well godspeed to him. She glanced towards her friend, the bartender and smiled absently before she hopped over the bar and ducked out of sight, she dragging Mike with her.
She of course was whispering how close the murder was and in no doubt the murder, whoever or whatever it was could look inside the bar... and if they were hidden, maybe. Just maybe they'd be spared.
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Dec 29, 2004 16:22:43 GMT -5
Jillian was completely ingnorant of the danger that was lurking in the darknes. He came from the richer suburbs, and he never really had any trouble of the demons lurking the inner city. It was almost like they had no need coming to those parts. He looked up, and almost beleaved that the other people inside came out to help, but they didn't.
Frowning slightly, he looked trough the window of the tavern on the other side, but the window dulled his sight. He then sighed, and dropped his shoulders, as he stepped infront of the alleyway. Somehow, he couldn't bare moving back into the tavern, as if he made some sort of silent bet with himself.
Softly, he stepped inside, the trail of blood almost sickening. It was only his own pride that made him go on, other then some human, though he was about to trow up. With his gun raised, peering into the darkness, he spoke softly. "H-hello, anyone here?"
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Post by khassandra on Jan 2, 2005 10:39:42 GMT -5
Nothing but a mere speck upon the horizon of a fading sun was all that could be seen by many a human eye. Though if it was one thing the oddity of a woman knew was that not everything was as human as it seemed. Including her. The dying rays of the already passing day reflected upon the form she had chosen for this visit. The form of a rather larger than normal raven, the orange hues passed upon the blue-black feathers with ease. The small creature settled upon a corner of a building that looked good enough.
Rather than the pair of onyx eyes, they were a honey brown. Another color that picked up the dying rays of the sun. Regardless, those same eyes fell over the landscape with scrutiny. She had forgotten how she had gotten here; soaring through the skies she noticed that there was a slight change of scenery in this place. The air still held that dirty city scent so she wasn’t too alarmed. She huffed slightly, a human sound oddly flowing from the raven with ease. As always she figured Gaia had brought her here for a purpose. She had her uses when her insatiable craving for knowledge wasn't showing through.
Anyone who had indeed spotted the raven would notice a change taking place. Yes again... a strange sight but a change nevertheless. A form of a woman possibly in her early to mid twenties began to form. Shaking her head lightly as she smirked, miraculously the pack that had been being carried in her claws lay beside her and she dressed quickly. See... like I said odd.
The woman was of a petite build, though muscular in the lanky sense. Skin that looked as if she had spent many summers under the warm rays of the sun that now had almost faded completely. Long locks that resembled the same hue as the blue-black feathers of the raven form that she was just previously in. She was of a medium height, 5'8'' to be exact. She shook her head and turned the honey brown orbs to pulling out the clothing. These clothes were comprised of a pair of regular blue jeans, a rather plain and worn white T-shirt, as well as a pair of knee high black boots. Of course the jeans went over the boots, and she would don her favorite piece the long trench coat. Now this wasn't some silly thing but rather comfy. Suited for the cold seasons mainly, it had the look of a tawny sort of suede with a matching faux-fur material on the inside. Now that she was dressed, she was ready to go on her search. For many reasons you see, one of many was to find out where she had ended up. Another was to find out if there was anything she could do here in this place. Quirking a brow she sighed now, how to get down from here. She spotted a balcony that would have been a short but safe jump. From that she hopped off there. Looking about as she ran the bare fingertips through her long locks; a single feather fell off her shoulder. Slowly she quirked a brow she smirked, "Oh Joy. Molting season is here. Bleh." she snickered a bit and grinned. The voice was far from the shrill cry of the raven, or the cold as death ability that she used only when needed. Though... I'm sure if one was nosy enough they would find out what exactly that was. And off she went towards the building that she saw which couldn’t have been that far off.
With that she began looking herself over, to be sure no more feathers could be found upon her person. Her race was looked upon to be extinct and she rather liked it that way. The honey brown orbs began to shift over this place, looking for any signs of life within. She heard another voice and continued on where she would watch, as in most cases she went unnoticed by many eyes. Her own kind and otherwise.
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Jan 8, 2005 10:42:20 GMT -5
Jillian just stood there, stiff from fear, as he thought about this kind of situations only in a movie, that everything would turn out good in the end, but as far as he knew, the situation could only get worse. He just stood there, legs shivering, shocking to turn and run, as his eyes got used to the darkness, they moved to the splattered body of the man on the ground, and then to the dead body of the girl. He then slowly looked up to the collosal feline like creature infront of him, the apearance so... abnormal, that he thought that it was just a mere misfocus of his eyes... but, unfortunately, it wasn't.
This just was too mutch for him, his heart beated so hard that it would soon explode, just splatter open of fear. At that moment, he would do the only thing that shoot trough his head at that moment: run, Jillian, run. Save yourself and run. The soft sound of metal was heared, as his revolver would clatter on the cobblestone ground. If one would look at it as it dropped, he would already have missed the start of Jillian's run. As fast as he could, he turned around, and sprinted bac out of the alley, back to the small tavern on the opposite of the street.
The door busted open, as Jillian jumped inside, as quick as he could blocking the door with a large table, then hiding behind the counter. He turned his head, and looked at the two persons, who probably thought the same thing as he did: hide. Blankly, he looked at him, his breath turned into a nervous pant. Why did he ever left his safe home?
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Post by Calli on Jan 8, 2005 10:46:21 GMT -5
Emily knew better then to go out when a creature was on the loose. Within this city you had to be strong and smart to survive, at least down in the lower sections. The Suburbs, more outside the city were known to be a bit more lacking in crime and deaths. But then again the darker creatures never really had a reason to there did they? At least not yet.
Emily soon enough glanced up from her hiding place, her hues blinking open and closed before she slowly started to stand up. Hearing that childs scream, loud at first then a bit softer. Clearly the creature had decided to take his prey elsewhere. And basically in Emilys opinion it meant it was safe to go out... at least for a little while. It was night after all.
Her steps made soft clunk type noises as they hit the floorboards, a steady travel over towards the door which she would open, the bell jingling as she did so, her gaze traveling over the street, then the allyway. She simply remained still and watched... what else could she do?
Well, she could always glance towards the man who sprinted past her, going to hide. she quirked up a brow and soon started laughing. How to tell when someone isn't used to these kind of things... they get scared very easily. Letting the door close, she moved just enough to be able to lean against the nearest wall.
"Well sir, I can see your not from around here" She grinned. The bartender was by now out of hideing as well, going back to what he had been doing.
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Post by Calli on Jan 8, 2005 20:39:18 GMT -5
She had taken to prawling the streets. Taken to watching the people around her... night seemed to be the time the demons wanted to strike... when humans like herself were at their weakness.
This very night Sare had been lead towards the lower city, the place where most of the violance was placed, and useing her familys ancestorial gift with the sixth sense, she knew her prey was near. She searched for a certain demon that seemed to have spawned from the Lexus Unit, the insane asylum, where people seemed to have been tortured. She didn't understand how she knew, she just did. Part of her sensory you can say.
Her white leather boots hit the pavement of the sidewalk. The heel making a soft clunk upon contact. She wore her usual white, but this time all in leather... she wanted to look more regular in this city, so a halter, pants and trench seemed to do well, her white gold mane left down for now, it gently swaying in the breeze.
Sare's gaze was fixated on a very small tavern that was kept in fairly good condition. When she heard a sudden roar a hand flew to the sword hilt at her side, taking a slight step forward she 3watched in near amazment, as did many others as a man was murdered before their very eyes. It was the patient she had been searching. Her foresight never left her in the dark! As a man flew form the tavern and seemed to be playing hero... for a short time for soon enough he was back in hideing. the little girls screams that were once heard were no more.
Imedatly she started running foreward, and of course she would be looked at as if she was compeltely mental, nothing differnt there. She only took a glance towards the tavenr as a young city girl let the door fall closed, the very faint jungle of a bell. She wasn't sure just yet if the little girl was dead, and for that reason she'd persue a chase, otherwise she'd go to give that man a severe tounge lashing! but whats expected within this city if not cowdarice? Many simply cared for there own lives. Already people who had watched and heard were walking non-chantently to where they had been headed. Another day in Death City.
Hues of gray take slow looks about the allyway. The carnage would probly be picked up very quickly by the athoritys per usual but nothing would be done except the notification of any family memebers. All Sare could do was shake her head as her gaze soon hit the iron grate that no doubt the creature had gone into. And it was there Sare journeied. In a element far from her own....
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Jan 10, 2005 13:09:59 GMT -5
Jillian emerged from behind the bar, and for moments long, he did nothing else then stare at the woman. After seconds of rethinking, he came to a sentence. "wha... what was that?" he asked, sill not recovered from the shock. He slowly sat down on the barstool again, and picked up his glass, to then move it to his lips. At the last moment, he reconsidered, and puts the glass back down on the bar: he would just puke it all out again.
He kept sitting there, turning his back to the bar, and sucking in equal, deep portions of air in his longs. He didn't really expect anyone to propebly explain, as he knew he was an outsider, and he would probably leave soon anyway. For that reason, he remained silent, just looking around nervously, before grabbing his papers from the counter again, while continue to read again.
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Post by Mistakes on Jan 26, 2005 11:27:31 GMT -5
Bibbers was oblivious to most other things around him. All his attention was on a young woman aside him. The youth had her nose buried in a book whilst walking along the path, her feet tripping as she attempted to avoid the obstacles, yet refusing to let her eyes wander from the pages of "Noughts and Crosses"
The old man reached out in a sudden angered frenzy and began to tear at the pages. He focused on nothing but destroying every last page. Then dropping it he turned to the girl, grabbed her arm and pulled her onwards.
"Father!" she attempted to remove his grip by shaking her arm and pulling at it. She was stunned...it had been a library book and she was also unsure as to why he had done that.
"Get your head out the clouds and focus on your ruddy education!" At that point his daughter pulled away and Bibbers continued inside the City Tavern without her. His black suit creased with crinkle noises and the matching bottoms were pulled right up so his feet, without socks, in the expensive brown shoes were bared along with a fraction of his hairy legs.
After taking a seat at the bar he pulled out a tissue and blew his nose. Waiting for his daughter to return he sat, not turning to look at others around him, not at all sociable.
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Post by Clockworkchicken on May 29, 2005 14:36:19 GMT -5
Jillian jumped up at the snorting sound of a... blowing nose, and then carefully turned his head to the man that just had an explosion of his smelling organ. As soon as he saw that it was no monster that wanted to bite his head off, but a small, old man, he sighed softly, as a smile apeared on his face.
He turned to the man, afraid that he made an insulting gesture, and quickly stutterd "I'm sorry sir... I didn't mean to... I was just...." This strange mixup of almost randomly picked words was combinded with nervous fingers pointing to the man, himself and the stack of paperwork he was reading, and was suddenly cut of as he burried his nose in the stack again as a get-away.
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Post by Clockworkchicken on Jun 20, 2005 12:25:12 GMT -5
Not long after the meeting with the old man, Jillian stood up again, burrying the stack of paperwork under his arm. He nodded to the owner for one moment.
"My deepest concerns. Good luck with this dark time, friend."
He placed a coin on the counter as a tip, smiling a friendly, though slightly feint-heroic smile. With that, he quickly stumbled around, and marched out of the tavern, pushing his glasses back up his nose.
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Post by Aylor on Jun 22, 2005 11:14:43 GMT -5
A grey mangy cat wanders into the tavern through an open window. She gives anyone there a vicious cross-eyed yellow glare before she hops down onto the floor and starts scouting for something to eat. She thought she smelled chicken.
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