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Post by Joanna on Aug 10, 2009 20:11:22 GMT -5
Julian focused her green-brown eyes on Trey, a smile playing at the cornners of her lips. He was interesting. Very formal, but nice. He didn't seem to have the richy-rich-boy formality. "Go right on ahead. No question can faze me." And now that she thought about it, it was true.
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Post by TobiIsAGoodBoy on Aug 11, 2009 11:52:52 GMT -5
"Have you ever associated yourself with anyone else before me?" Trey asked, without hesitation. "Are we--" he paused to look around, "--the only ones here?" He glaced at her from the corner of his eye. 'I must be careful. I do not know her intentions and most certainly this area. Perhaps she can be of some use...' Trey popped another nut into his mouth. 'I certainly cannot do this alone...' he thought.
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Post by Joanna on Aug 16, 2009 17:38:31 GMT -5
Julian shrugged and placed the bag of trail-mix on the concrete next to her and ran her fingers through her hair before laying back on the sidewalk,arms under her head. " I have a feeling I could go streaking and noone would notice." A coy smile played on her lips as she glanced at Trey, "except you of course." She looked up at the clouds and decided that she had been laying down long enough. She stood and reached out a hand to Trey, "Maybe we should go see if there are others here?"
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Post by TobiIsAGoodBoy on Aug 17, 2009 18:43:56 GMT -5
'Streaking...?' Trey shook his head and grinned broadly at Julian, "Alright then." He took her hand in his and rose up from the concrete before releasing it. "I trust you to lead the way," he said. The male then reached into his pocket and removed a small notepad and pen. Placing the pen into his mouth and sucking on it, Trey looked at Julian expectantly.
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Post by Joanna on Sept 5, 2009 23:49:02 GMT -5
"... You would trust me... " Julian tilted her head for a second in confusion before shrugging and informing Trey, "I don't know my way around but okay!" Julian headed off at a brisk walk twords the edge of the town.
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Post by TobiIsAGoodBoy on Sept 7, 2009 14:46:41 GMT -5
Trey blinked and jotted down on his notepad 'Easily complies.' He then trailed behind Julian for the duration of the walk. Approximately four minutes later he addressed the girl in front of him, "Pardon me for asking, but may I ask where you originated?" The black haired male started chewing on his pen again, "Or shall I inform you first...?"
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Post by cristina on Sept 7, 2009 16:50:23 GMT -5
He licked his lips passively, diminutive limbs giving off shudders in the windless mid day. The air arid and balmy as the sultry afternoon beat the parched earth relentlessly. The boy quivered, posture slack but the muscles latched and disturbed in tense, untimely shakes and spasms. Restlessly lapping at his teeth and mouth while his large eyes, frantic and sleep deprived, continuously glanced this way and that, mumbling capriciously to himself. “The calm, yellow sun is the good sun,” His nails, worn and bleeding, grated the soil in obsessive, heaving motions. “The calm, yellow sun is the good sun,” His spoiled clothing were rotted with dirt and grime, clad in his own filth and sweat, malodorous and his hushed voice panic-stricken. “The silent, red sun is the bad sun. Blood red. Blood red,” The boy’s scabbed fingers stung bitterly and bled, tainting the earth’s clay in muddled sanguine, the bright color of his own blood smothered by the dirt encrusted on his hands. “The silent, red sun is the bad sun. Blood red. Blood red.” The boy stopped. Crooked fingers cautiously fell away, quietly, in a subtle drift back to his sides where they hovered, soundless and still. His neck had arched slightly, the bill of his tattered cap yielding to his view of the horizon. The hat was quite peculiar, inexplicably worn and embellished with bizarre, twisting bones, sun bleached and smooth like antlers. Gray perusal, bleak irises endowed with a petrified light, coveting the skyline. His stare gradually crept along the outer reaches into the pale washed distance, far off and following the highway. The road’s vacuous spread begged a suspicion affirmed by a film of sand, fair and gritty, which smothered it like dust. “Oh.” He mused, a frightened croak distorting the simple syllable. The utterance perturbed him, anxiety blanching his ghastly scrawny features, although his overall sentience remained blank. His twitching, nervous hands gripped the thick arching bones of his antlers, smearing sweat and blood on their base. He whimpered, frightened, as a hitched breath stole from him. Trembling form hunched lower, body stiffly huddled. “Oh, the light is galling. Oh! Oh, the bloody light is galling. The corpses are walking. The corpses are here.” His shortened breath emitted sharply in weak gasps, tenebrous and hoarse with fear.
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Post by Joanna on Sept 7, 2009 20:07:08 GMT -5
Julian looked back, uncertainty scrawled into her caramel forehead in neat little lines. Her hand twitched nervously at the unexpected question, a habit, she assumed, she had forever. With a slight frown, she responded, "You first." A quick grin crossed her graceful features, making the offer a little sweeter.
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Post by TobiIsAGoodBoy on Sept 8, 2009 20:18:08 GMT -5
Silence passed for a few moments as Trey continued to stare at Julian. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he turned to the small notepad clutched in his hand and wrote, 'Scratch that. Must not assume conclusion until hypothesis reaches in accordance. Better if exposed to different tactics.' He then refocused his attention on the female in front of him, "All right then." With his golden orbs narrowed and furrowed brow, Trey licked his lips and began, "My name is, as you are aware of, is Trey. The circumstances surrounding my birth are a bit of a haze to me, but I will try to remember." A short pause followed, his tongue came out to soothe his mouth, only more forcefully than before, "The scenery was fascinating. Far away mountains, miles and miles of rolling, grassy hilltops. There were plenty of lakes, too. Sunny and breezy, it was ideal..." He then switched his gaze at Julian's shoulder,his right eye twitching imperceptibly, "I had friends. A lot. Quite a number of them." In one swift stroke, his hand shot towards the girl's head and clutched a single strand of hair, turning it around in his fingers, he started muttering, "So many...so many..." His eyes slowly traveled up her face and into her own, as if waiting for her to speak.
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Post by Joanna on Sept 8, 2009 20:36:38 GMT -5
Julian blinked many times, shocked at how quickly the male moved. She licked her parched lips and suddenly realized the necesity for water. "U- um" Julian recovered and politlely took Trey's hand from her hair, "Do you remember what happened to them?" She had Treys hand in both of hers. as a comfort to herself that if he tried anything else that she had some kind of leverage.
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Post by TobiIsAGoodBoy on Sept 9, 2009 20:18:24 GMT -5
Trey stared at Julian's hands clutching his own. He felt a slight pressure, sensing it from the girl herself, and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards in a slight smirk. 'Oh...?' His anomalous orbs drifted from their conjoined appendages to her feet, along the length of her body, her chest, up her neck, and finally to her face, where they soon stopped at her own eyes. Trey's brow made an odd movement as he gave Julian a grin, too wide to be considered normal, "That part is still a mystery to me, but I do remember...we were driven out of our homeland." In a single second his tongue quickly reappeared before leaving, wetting his lips once more. In the sun, his skin had begun to heat, which was naturally a comforting experience for him. He soon shifted the position of their hands, his fingers now curled around her own. Leaning closer until they were nearly nose-to-nose, Trey continued, "People did it, you know. Burnt trees and dried lakes. Bad people they were. Very bad." A lone fly was heard buzzing near them; the black haired male's gaze was immediately directed toward it, following its every movement in the air. He grinned again, pupils dilating.
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Post by Joanna on Sept 13, 2009 18:16:50 GMT -5
Julian cocked an eyebrow. Once you got past his strange exterior, Trey was very foreward. There was something about his smile that worried Julian, however. Julian decided to ignore the smile, but she squeezed Trey's hand. "I'm sorry." She noticed his eyes had grown more intense and looked in the direction he was. A fly. This male was staring at a fly... ~ A little boy, not much older then ten squatted in what was once a garden. Now it was over run and un cared for, but what had originally grown there was still plentifull. The childs orange tinged hands grabbed and ripped and shoveled untill he found what he was looking for. "There you are!" The boy smiled and held his treasure in the air, admiring the intense orange of his carrot. This quickly disappeared into a brown letter-carrier that sat at his side, and he continued digging. His favorite vegi would be with him always.
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Post by TobiIsAGoodBoy on Sept 14, 2009 23:10:49 GMT -5
"..." Golden orbs continued to pursue the tiny insect, as if he were hypnotized by its movements. The manner in which it traversed through the air was rather joyful, in his opinion, to watch. A sudden sense shot through the male's brain and his fingers twitched conspicuously in Julian's. The atmosphere was hot and humid; the scent of perspiration wafted to Trey's nose and he inhaled it, eyes still unmoving from his quarry. His face felt oddly stretched, due to his consistent smiling and the baring of teeth. The pest looked...delectable. In no less than a single second, he released one of the girl's hands and directed it toward the fly with incredible speed and accuracy. The small creature took no notice that it had been caught until darkness ate the surrounding light. "Look." Trey, still grinning, held the fly between his thumb and index finger. With careful precision and handling, he moved it so Julian could see it struggling for escape. One could hear the droning it made as its efforts to break free went futile. Something deep rumbled in Trey's chest, and it took a while before he realized it was himself who was laughing. Seeing the insect so desperate gave him a sick, twisted kind of pleasure and merriment that could never be achieved by humans doing the same thing. This, Trey understood quite well.
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Post by Joanna on Sept 18, 2009 12:55:54 GMT -5
Juian focused on Treys face, her brown-green eyes concerned, "Hey, are you alright?" The young woman wanted to pull her hand out of Trey's, he was not acting normal... but then again, she didn't know him well. She decided to pull her hand back a little, to test his strength and his reaction. ~~~ The boy picked up his satchel, having depleated his source, and walked further into town while nibbling on one of his peices of treasure.
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Post by cristina on Sept 20, 2009 15:35:10 GMT -5
Okay.. Um, I don't think you guys are really grasping the concept of this plot -.- Jordan, did you read the description of the ambiance? It's a dirt town, old and ostracized. There wouldn't be a 'kohls' or a 'strip mall'. Those kinds of districts are usually found in more populated areas, we're talking about a place that's probably housed no more than 200. Moreover, this RP is about ambush, survival, and sacrifice. Not a race to stuff yourself or make nice and mull over one's past. I said it in the very beginning, one's past does not matter. Only the present. Furthermore, the killers and victims are all narrated by the participants. There are no generic purveyors of death and no sloppy massacres. For those that are inexperienced with the occult those involved in paranormal dealing keep the utmost secrecy. There are no hints except in subtle variations of actions or words. Meaning, they are often not caught in the act and do not leave their spoils to rot. This clarification is not specifically directed towards anyone. I do not want anyone to feel attacked, so please keep that in mind, this is just a general warning that I feel we're getting off track of the premis. Thank you :3
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