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Post by Kirien Melantha on Sept 9, 2010 19:03:43 GMT -5
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How did they know? Hunting down smelly, unattractive, stupid homeless women is my favourite thing to do, next to playing fetch, of course! Combining the two...genius!
Something's gotta be wrong with their eyesight if they can mistake me for a dog so easy...lucky they're so loaded...
"Wynter Crain! Paging Wynter Crain!" He called from the alley's entrance. Like hell he was going down there if he didn't have to; just looking at the murky puddles and the enormous dumpster that lay in wait made him want to shower.
"Wynter Craainn!" He called again, nervously taking a few steps into the alley.
Perfect day to wear sandals, too. He thought darkly, glaring at the puddle that blocked his path. I'd throw the stupid things out if they weren't so comfortable...
"WYNTERCRAIN." Where was this woman hiding?! He edged over to the dumpster, peeking in uncertainly. He couldn't really see inside from his position, and that damned puddle was in his way... |
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Post by Wynter Crain on Sept 10, 2010 6:44:01 GMT -5
Wynter refused to stand from behind the dumpster. She looked around the bottom tentatively, realizing she probably wasn't very visible with the light casting shadows all over the alleyway. She sat back, leaning her head against the wall as she considered her options. She could run the other way down the alley as the man didn't appear to be willing to walk down here. She could go out and see what he wanted, but the last time someone knew her name it had turned out to be a kidnapper from the school place.
She shook her head, figuring that maybe... not that she wanted to even think about that option...but still. Maybe she could just go out there, take her glove off and touch him. If she touched him she would know what his intentions are. Of course she always had that option in her back pocket if she really couldn't figure him out.
She stood, adjusting her shirt and the baggy, ripped jeans she'd swiped from a goodwill store. She walked out from behind the dumpster, advancing towards him. She studied him as she did, noticing the prissy attitude he had wrapped around himself and the way he looked down at the puddle with such utter disgust. She shook her head and stopped a bit back from the puddle so as to keep her self out of his reach.
"What?"
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Sept 10, 2010 19:31:31 GMT -5
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Normally, Blaize would be happy to accept a large reward for completing a mundane task, but after spending mission after mission playing fetch, his patience was wearing thin. He found himself wishing for danger, anything to bring some excitement back to his life. Searching alleyways for some homeless women and traversing slimy puddles of who-knows-what when wearing sandals was hardly what he was looking for. He gave the puddle another glare. But what could he do? Refusing to complete his mission would earn him nothing, and his employers would probably cast him out or try to make him their little lab rat. He could only venture on, and hope that his luck would improve. It couldn't be long...if they didn't see his worth, they wouldn't have hired him, would they?
His mind made up, he paced back and turned, running full-speed toward the troublesome puddle that blocked his way. He may have to pass it to continue, but there was no way he was going through it unless absolutely necessary. But as he prepared to jump, his target revealed herself, standing just beyond the puddle, and right in his way.
"Shit!"
He cleared the puddle with ease, and though he tried to slow himself, Wynter was too close. He crashed right into her and threw himself to the side as he fell, in a desparate attempt not to swim in the puddle he just avoided.
"Ow!" He yelped as he made contact with the corner of the nearby dumpster. He ignored the pain in his side to pinch his nose; he may not have landed in the nasty puddle, but he just got a whiff of the nasty garbage in the nasty dumpster right next to it.
"You would get in my way!"
He just couldn't win, could he? [/blockquote] |
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Post by Wynter Crain on Sept 11, 2010 12:47:34 GMT -5
Wynter cursed and held her arm, which was what hurt the most from their collision. She shook her head hard, banishing the pain. "What the hell is your problem!" She said, turning to face the man who had just ran into her. There was no call for him to act like that. It was just water after all...dirty water but still just water and sticking your face in the dumpster was probably worse than stepping in some water.
She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the man who had ruined her perfectly calm morning. "Who the hell are you and what do you want?" She asked, annoyance clearly evident in her voice and her posture indicating how ready she was to run if he presented himself as a threat.
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Post by Kirien Melantha on Sept 11, 2010 15:55:51 GMT -5
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"My problem?! You're the one who was standing in my way! Why didn't you move?!"
Though he was not in the least enthusiastic about this mission, Blaize planned to be very friendly and polite when the ridiculous woman finally showed herself; people were so much easier to dupe when he lied with a smile. But when she got snappy, he got defensive. He pulled himself up, careful not to touch anything, and glared at her.
"I'm Blaize. I'm friends with your boyfriend. Jayden. I'm also a demon, so stop being difficult or I'll eat you." He snapped, somehow managing to swallow all the "stupids" that would have otherwise peppered his introduction. "He says you come with me. 'Kay? You can be suspicious all you want, but you either come with me and have your happy reunion, or refuse and have the baddies at The Academy snatch ya." He crossed his arms over his chest, giving her an impatient stare that seemed to say, 'Can we go now?' |
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