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Post by Drake Mathew Arcade on Dec 15, 2009 18:45:08 GMT -8
Drake rubbed the back of his neck as he stood leaning against the outside of the Aichmophobia tattoo parlour. He had a smoke in his hand and his were open but not really seeing anything. He had way too much on his mind to register anything around him. The cigarette in his hand was burning away. He didn’t know why he was standing there, just for something to do. Maybe he could get a tattoo or something. Although they were a bit over priced here and he knew he could get one somewhere else that was cheaper. The sun hadn’t quite set yet and it was casting a hazy orange glow over the whole place. It was nice to see, but he couldn’t wait until they were thrown into complete darkness.
That’s how he liked it, dark and peaceful. Being a Lycan and all he would prefer the night’s darkness to the day’s brightness. He had better senses at night time and it was better to hunt that way. Maybe he could shift tonight and run around, that would cure his boredom. He glanced down at the cigarette in his hand and sighed. He brought it up to his lips and took one last drag and flicked it out onto the road. He watched as it rolled a bit then stopped the smoke still burning from it. He watched the smoke twist and rise up and disappear. It was small things like that, that kept him amused. He folded his arms over his chest and sighed. There had to be something he could do.
He looked up and gave a friendly smile to a customer that stepped out of the parlour. He had a white bandage around his arm. He sighed and thought to himself, he must have the cash to be able to pay for a tattoo from here. He wondered how they were still in business from charging so much for their tattoos. They must be really good at what they did otherwise people wouldn’t pay. There had to be someone around here that was worth talking to. He was really in the mood to help a damsel in distress. He smiled as he pictured himself doing that. It had been a long time since he actually helped someone, he had forgotten the feeling it gave him after he did it, and it was also fun as well.
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Notes: Sorry it took me so long to start
Muse: Okay
Tag: Adela Sydney Waters |
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Post by adela sydney waters on Dec 15, 2009 20:42:08 GMT -8
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Adela held her burning thermos close to her, conceiling its warmth inside her jacket and chest. She breathed out puffs of visible white air in the last glowing moments of the sun. It hadn't disappeared yet and Adela was glad. Unfortunately, work had held her longer than usual and she would prefer being home before dark. Her feet carrying her slower than wanted, Adela attempted to hurry her pace but her cold legs fought back and she ended up only walking slower than before. Sighing a stream of smokey air, she walked past a man leaning near the local tattoo parlour. She thought she caught the familiar scent of a lycan, but disregarded it, focusing on her walk.
Shortly, Adela was aware of footsteps behind her and they sounded heavier than that of the man previously leaning against the wall - it couldn't be him. She further realized that it was a pair of footsteps following her. Daring to glance over her shoulder, she noticed two burly, unkindly looking men staring straight at her. "Paska," she muttered, her curse coming out her native language from her distress. Continuing as though oblivious to the men, Adela raised her chin up but stopped suddenly when two more, not so burly looking men began coming down the street towards her.
Her instincts made her make a right into a alleyway that, to her knowledge, was not an immediate dead end. Hearing the footsteps gain speed, she attempted to as well, yet her attempts failed miserably. She pushed on, slightly jumping in her step as in trying to run, but it only came out as a jog. The footsteps were now directly behind her. A firm hand ripped her arm away from her chest, flinging her tea filled thermos to the ground. The man responsible pushed her body up to the wall by the arm he took hold of and Adela managed to muster her scream. But it was immediately muffled by the man's other hand as he smiled a horrid grin in her face, the others behind him wearing the same one. "You shouldn't be walking home alone," the man said to her so kindly it was menacing.
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Post by Drake Mathew Arcade on Dec 18, 2009 22:16:54 GMT -8
Drake watched the ground as he stood there, it was one of the things he did when he was bored. There was nothing on the ground but dirty and a few cracks in the cement. But it was more interesting then what he was doing... nothing. He watched a couple of ants fight over a piece of mouldy food that was on the ground. He chucked to himself as they didn’t even think to share it, it was four times their size. Then again he knew he wouldn’t share his food if some other Lycan came along and wanted some. It was just how he was brought up every Lycan for himself, it was a dog eat dog world. No pun intended. He was then brought back into the now when he heard footsteps on the pavement.
He looked up to see a woman approaching; she looked like she had some where to be. When she got closer she looked at him and he smiled. Her scent entered his nostrils and he knew that she was human, but there was something about the way she looked at him, it was like she knew what he was. He shrugged it off though as he shouldn’t be surprised as there were a lot of humans these days that knew about the supernatural. Maybe she was a hunter? Nah she couldn’t be she looked too innocent to be a hunter. Oh well, he looked after her and he could still see her walking but it wouldn’t be long till she rounded the corner and she would be out of his vision. Well that was entertaining for a little bit.
Maybe he should just go home, he could find something interesting there to do. He scratched the back of his neck and pushed himself off the wall and headed in the same direction as the girl that had passed him. He shoved his hands into his pockets and watched the ground again. He didn’t have to worry about running into something, thanks to his enhanced senses. The sound of a muffled scream entered his ears and he stopped in his tracks. He zoomed in on the sound and realised that it was coming from the alley up ahead. Crazy coincidence he was just thinking about woman in distress. Well this is what he wanted he couldn’t just turn a blind eye. Jogging up to the mouth of the alley he peered in.
In the semi darkness he saw that woman that had passed him earlier and four men, one holding her against the wall. He heard the man tell the girl that she shouldn’t be walking home alone and he could help his eyes from rolling in their sockets. It was so lame what he had said, he couldn’t believe he had said it. If you were going to attack a girl in the middle of an alley way you think he would be able to muster something better to say. Pulling a cigarette out of his pocket he brought it to his lips and lit it. He then stepped into the alley way all the men unaware of his presences. Gathering up is Lycan speed he bolted at the man holding the girl and took hold of the back of his head.
Then he slammed it against the wall right next to the girl. His entire body went limp and hit the deck like a sack of shit. The other men looked at him in shock. They hadn’t even seen him come in between them. He turned to face them and dragged on his cigarette. Soon the fear fade from the attackers and one at a time lunged themselves that him and one at a time they hit the ground with blood and cuts. Moments later it was just him and the girl that was still standing in the alley. He dragged the last of his smoke and flicked it away. He looked at the men on the ground around him and smiled. He was pleased with himself, so he should be he still had it. In the corner of his eye he saw something.
Walking over to it he picked it up and felt the warmth coming from it. It was a thermos, obviously it was the woman’s, if it wasn’t it wouldn’t be still warm. With it in his hand he turned and walked towards the girl, not fast and menacing at he didn’t want to frighten the girl. “I believe this is yours” he said with a friendly smile and he held it out to her. He could understand if she didn’t have much trust of him, as he was a stranger to her and she had no ideas of his intentions. But he had no intentions of hurting the girl; she had done nothing to him. As he looked at her she was covered with fear he could smell it on her, he hoped that it wasn’t him that was causing the fear, he was only here to help.
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Notes: None
Muse: Better
Tag: Adela Sydney Waters |
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Post by adela sydney waters on Dec 21, 2009 19:43:14 GMT -8
Adela felt her legs still quite free and she kneed upward, into the man's groin. He released her arm to hold his injured area in pain and she instantly reached up with free arms to hit away his hand still holding her mouth. But as he cursed at her, he instantly withdrew up and swung his fist right in her face. Dodging it closely, Adela ducked into an almost fetal position on the ground and put her hands up over her head protectively.
But instead of feeling more poundings and grabbings from the men, she felt a rush of wind and a slam into the wall beside her. Keeping her head down, Adela peeked to the side to see what was going on. The man she had seen standing against the wall of the parlour was now throwing the burly men around like rag dolls. Instantly, the memory of his Lycan-like scent came to her mind, her old hunter training instincts kicking in. The young man had to be a Lycan: there was just no way he could fight the men he did in the way he did it.
Finally, the fighting came to an end. Adela lifted her head slowly, still in a crouched position parallel to the wall she leaned against. The young man flicked away his finished cigarette and she stood slowly, looking around them automatically to make sure the coast was clear. The relief filled her then, almost bringing her to tears. Fighting them back, Adela took a deep breath, reaching out with a shaking hand to take her slightly scratched up thermos from the young man. Knowing her voice would be shaky from her scare, Adela swallowed and cleared her throat a bit loudly.
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Post by Drake Mathew Arcade on Dec 21, 2009 20:17:25 GMT -8
Drake kept his friendly smile as she took the thermos from him. He looked down at the men on the ground and felt anger boiling in his blood. He might be a Lycan but he would never prey on something that was weaker than him. This poor girl wouldn’t have had a chance fighting these men off on her own. Worthless pieces of shit they were. He looked back up, “Your very welcome, my lady” he said and gave a little bow. He felt the anger subside but it didn’t leave his body, seeing that she wasn’t badly hurt made him feel better. He had just been in the right place at the right time; he felt good knowing that he had done a good deed. Even though it wasn’t going to make up for all the awful things he had done in the past, but that didn’t matter he was trying and that was the main thing, right? All he could do is try and hopefully no day he will forgive himself one day.
“My name is Drake” he said still smiling. He spoke his name to her hoping it would make the informalities disappear. It was always good to get on a first name basis with your damsel in distress. His night had turned out nicely, he saved a woman from most certain death and hopefully he had made a new friend. Of course he hoped that the fact that he was a Lycan wouldn’t scare her away from being his friend. Sometimes he hated his curse; he didn’t want everyone to be afraid of him. “Would you like me to walk you home?” he asked, he wouldn’t feel right just letting her go off on her own again, but of course being the way he was, if she refused his company he would follow her in the shadows anyway, just to make sure she got there alright. He would be able to sleep better later knowing that she wasn’t attacked again.
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Post by adela sydney waters on Dec 26, 2009 22:32:47 GMT -8
Adela looked around her the same time the young man did. She couldn't stand the sight of blood and she swallowed back anything that might have threatened to come up. She stepped over a stone still man to join her savior as he did a small bow for her. Giggling a bit at his silliness, she felt a bit more calm and her nausea beginning to subside. Trying not to think of what might have happened to her had the man not been there to rescue her, she stepped further away from the men lying on the ground, still unsure if they would wake or not.
Adela heard the man speak his name then and she smiled slightly. It helped clear some of the awkward silence that lingered in the air before he spoke. And it had definitely erased any traces of informality, but she thought it a funny time to exchange names. They hadn't even started walking out of the alley, yet. "I'm Adela," she finally said in a low voice, her subtle smile still on her lips. But then, the awkward sort of silence returned and she breathed a heavy sigh, trying to erase the previous memories. Then, the man asked if he could walk her home and she had to hold herself back from clinging to him with joy. There was no way she'd let herself ever stay that late after work, again. Flashing a teeth filled grin at him, she immediately concealed them again as she nodded her head and began heading out of the alley.
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Post by Drake Mathew Arcade on Dec 27, 2009 21:25:56 GMT -8
Drake was a little proud of himself for doing what he did to save the young lady, but he knew for a fact that if he had a therapist then they would be telling him that he should have tried to use his words before used violence. Luckily he didn’t have a therapist and he didn’t have to worry about what they would tell him. He was happy that he saved her quickly and efficiently, and without hurting her in the process. She was a pretty little thing and she didn’t deserve to be treated the way those men were and were going to treat her. He watched her with a smile as she stepped around the unconscious men on the ground. He spoke his mane to her and waited to hear hers.
Adela, it was very pretty just like her, he smiled at her. “It’s very nice to meet you” he said and looked from her to around the alley in which they were standing. It was dark and it smelt funny but it was just how he liked things, dark and dank. Although he knew it wasn’t a place for a woman, even if she was only human. Drake was very protective when it came to woman and he liked to protect them when they weren’t able to protect themselves. He then smiled at her relief and excitement after he offered to walk her home. He was pretty sure she was going to say yes. What kind of woman would she be if she didn’t want the company of her rescuer after being rescued?
She was a smart girl; the men that he had rendered unconscious weren’t going to stay that way for long and who was to know if they would come after her again. She would probably be long gone by then but you never know they might catch up to her. He smiled as she thanked him and he followed her out of the alley way. The air on the outside the alley was much lighter and it didn’t smell like dog poo. He smiled and came to stand next to her. They walked along the path and he snuck in a couple of sideways glances at her. “So, Adela why were you walking around like late anyways?” he asked his tone was purely curious it was also just a conversation starter. He never was a fan of awkward silences.
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