Caineachu
Manifest of Eye
I lost everything so I could keep you safe
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Post by Caineachu on Jul 18, 2012 23:07:11 GMT -5
Perched on top of a nearby apartment building, a dark figure watched Floyd smoke his contraband.
Alex Wilhelm was never one to wait around and just simply observe, and today was no different. She hopped over the edge of the building, twirling her hands around her, twisting and bending the air around her body to slow her decent and quiet her landing, both of which she succeeded in doing. She stuck to the shadows, slowly approaching Floyd.
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Caineachu
Manifest of Eye
I lost everything so I could keep you safe
Posts: 75
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Post by Caineachu on Jul 19, 2012 0:04:04 GMT -5
Alex made it a mental note to never try stealth again as she stepped out fully from the shadows, eying Floyd. He didn't look especially dangerous, but she'd keep her guard up anyway, her hand at her side close to her stun gun just in case he attacked.
"Not a big fan of dyin' m' hair, it's a bit've a hassle to be honest. And sorry, not a big fan of drinkin' with strangers either."
She stopped a few feet from him, watching him, half-expecting to either flee or fight.
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Post by Nyx Aeterna on Jul 19, 2012 0:35:47 GMT -5
Lakshmi quietly walked the streets of New Lancaster, taking time to observe the area she occupied. Tall outlines of the buildings, the sidewalk beneath her feet, small cracks in the walls of buildings by her side. And of course, the ever-looming crack in the sky. The day the sky fell. She'd just been a baby in another country when it had happened, but it'd affected her nonetheless. In the dark, she wore her long, jet black hair tied high on her head in a bun, and kept a strict black-only clothing style. Her deep brown skin only added to the nice effect that she was a shadow of the night-- it was only her eyes that gave her away. The cold, ice blue of her Manifested eyes that blessed her with extraordinary sight and daily migraines. Oh well. At least with her new eyes, she could see clearly in the night, almost as if it were daylight.
Voices.
Lakshmi ducked next to a wall and closed her eyes, revealing the cracks on her eyelids as she tried to concentrate on the sound of the voices. A male and female... the female was a voice she knew. Another Social Worker, though she couldn't quite place her name. Gonna need to ask her about that later. Lakshmi opened her eyes, calculating the angles of the alley next to an apartment building where the voices came from. If need be, she'd come in for backup. But for now, she listened. No need to jump in if things were calm. |
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Caineachu
Manifest of Eye
I lost everything so I could keep you safe
Posts: 75
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Post by Caineachu on Jul 19, 2012 0:53:54 GMT -5
"No."
She took a single step closer, hand dropping from her taser. She slowly started walking towards him, hands in her pockets.
"I know the government has made mistakes. All governments do, there's no doubt about that. They don't treat Manifested the right way, for one. The living conditions are absolute crap in the quarantine zone as well."
She stopped around 10 feet from him.
"I just want to know where you got those cigarettes, and to make sure you get back home all safe and sound."
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Post by GingerDixie on Jul 19, 2012 11:32:44 GMT -5
Behind Lakshmi, a more malevolent type of shadow stirred from his place by the alleyway dumpster; a tall, heaving figure. hunched over as if in perpetual pain and a face obscured by the ratty gray hoodie that he wore over his equally ratty clothes. Beside him, a small animal, possibly raccoon or possum (it would be difficult for a normal person to tell in the shadows) clung to the bottoms of his jeans, nibbling on a rotting banana peel as the figure eyed the Indian girl, a gloved hand extending outward to reveal 4 sharp knife blades sewn into the fingertips, then reinforced with steel caps.
With his supposed guardian working late in the Institute and his Doctor sleeping safely within Quarantine limits, Craig Thuleander was out of bounds, off his meds and completely out of his mind.
"I saw a girl...she was a' walkin' down the street...
Singin' do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do..."
He limped forward, a streetlight casting away the shadow on his scarred face for just a brief moment. He opened and closed the hand with the glove, clinking the knives together as his pet shuffled forward with him, holding her dinner in her teeth as Craig hunted his target.
"Poppin' her fingers and a-shufflin' her feet...
Singin' do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do..."
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Post by Castoro Chiaro on Jul 25, 2012 18:58:59 GMT -5
[Because of the accidental deletion of Jazzy's posts, this topic is defunct.]
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