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Post by Tig on Apr 22, 2009 22:30:43 GMT -5
Numb, empty. She felt nothing. Fiona sat on the roof of an house, her gaze staring at nothing, she saw nothing. It was an endless cycle, what she was, what she became during a full moon. It was getting worse, because she was starting to remember the things she did, but perhaps, with that memory, she could learn how to control it, if she was aware of what she did, and then maybe, she could stop the transformation.
It didn't seem possible. She was a slave to violence and death. She was tired of her existence. Laying, she stared up at the sky for a moment before closing her eyes, a sigh slipping past her lips.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 23, 2009 1:02:10 GMT -5
Trudging through the streets with a wicked looking smile on his tattooed face Tommy strode down the neighbourhood tonight, for him at least, was halloween and he was going to go trick or treating whether the people of Animus liked it or not.
In one hand he had his sack made out of whatever he could find and sew together which among other things included clothes from shops, carpet from peoples houses, skins from unfortunates... ect his bag already filled with goodies to take back and have fun with. And in his other hand was his "trick" concealed behind his back ready to lash out at a moments notice. I non-chalantly walked up the pathway to the front door, rung the door bell, it opened up to reveal a middle-aged woman with an apron and cookie dough smeared on it sounds of activity from children could be heard from inside and the distant sound of a football game probably the husband or other man figure. "This oppertunity is too good to miss!" "Too right..." "Trick or treat B*TCH!!" Quick as lightning the hatchet behind my back flashed out decapitating the housewife right there and then, blood spraying all over me, licking around my lips and rubbing it with the back of my sleeve so as not to get in my eyes so much i stepped in and went for the rest of the family...
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 24, 2009 11:52:55 GMT -5
Veronica had left Johnny with the rest and wandered around the city. Strolling along the neighborhood, she had tried to collect her scattered thoughts. A horrific cry in the distance scattered her thoughts even further and forced Veronica to quicken her pace past the row of houses.
Music... Veronica could use a familiar sound.
Glancing upwards, Veronica saw Fiona. "Hey!", Veronica shouted upwards. "Its been awhile, mind if I join you up there?"
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Post by Tig on Apr 24, 2009 12:02:02 GMT -5
Fiona sat up as she heard Veronica. She glanced downward toward the human. Oh joy. "If you want," she replied boredly, as she laid back down on the roof. It would be amusing to see if Veronica could climb up to join her, but she didn't care enough to watch.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 24, 2009 12:17:20 GMT -5
Veronica looked at the house, a couple stories high with no direct way to get to the roof. Veronica noticed that the garage door was open in the lot across. Veronica walked across the street, found a ladder, walked back, positioned the ladder and climbed up.
"So, is this where you've been?"
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Post by Tig on Apr 24, 2009 12:26:06 GMT -5
Damn. Veronica found a way up. Fiona sat up once more and pulled her legs close to her. She watched the other woman carefully, she was better off alone, it was less annoying. Veronica's question made her pause, no one ever noticed when she was missing. Why did Veronica? "I've been here, and there." She'd never tell where exactly she went, because she wouldn't revel what she was, only one knew what she was, and she haven't' seen him in a while.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 24, 2009 12:29:02 GMT -5
"I impose often, don't I?", Veronica asked, small smile shining.
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Post by Tig on Apr 24, 2009 12:33:16 GMT -5
"If you say so," Fiona replied, shrugging her shoulders. "You can do no other than what your nature tells you to do."
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 24, 2009 12:38:21 GMT -5
"Tell me about it.", Veronica began. "I've got only the faintest clue of who and what I was before I came here. All I know is me and I've learned that from doing whatever comes across my mind, like imposing on you."
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Post by Tig on Apr 24, 2009 12:52:46 GMT -5
"Sometimes, it is better to forget than to remember," Fiona replied softly. She didn't remember much of her human life, but she didn't see that as a bad thing.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 24, 2009 13:06:12 GMT -5
"Depends on what it is...", Veronica replied.
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Post by Tig on Apr 24, 2009 13:11:01 GMT -5
"I suppose." Fiona stared off into the distance, not really seeing anything.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 24, 2009 13:28:32 GMT -5
"You keep an awful lot inside, don't you?"
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Apr 24, 2009 20:30:32 GMT -5
Bag of goodies filled to the brim I had a hell of a lot of trouble tying it closed I had to add to the exterior, not a hard task just going throught the Johnson's household (seeing the name on loose papers letters ect).
Leaving the house a bloody mess with a job well done I make my way down the road for my next treat. I coludn't understand why so many people had left their houses deserted? It hurts me so. No one to play with..
Walking through the autum street with dead leaves scattered all over the pavements and roads. Autum is in my oppinion the most depressing season..
Seeing in the distance a house. But the people wern't IN the house like normal people? I made my way closer to see why they were sp peculiar in sitting on the roof..
"Hehehe I AM the ninja..." "Of course you are numb nuts..."
Crouched low and trying hard to avoid the endless dry, dead leaves prone to giving away a ninjas position.
"Awww they knew I was coming so they left the ladder for me to join my new friends. How sweet of them..." Slinging the sack over my shoulder and trudging along through the leaves to reach the ladder.
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Post by citizenmike on Apr 24, 2009 22:55:14 GMT -5
Veronica leaned over to notice the clown, Tommy, from earlier ascending up the ladder. Something wasn't right about this... That guy gave her the creeps.
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