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Post by citizenmike on Oct 26, 2009 1:27:32 GMT -5
The little girl turn her head away from the stranger before her and said, "Stop looking at me funny, mister.". The girl shrugged and turned to him and asked, "Whatcha doing? Why's he hurting you?".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 26, 2009 1:43:51 GMT -5
The clowns were slowly gaining on Zachery, diving childishly everytime hit looked like he was going to turn around and spot them. An episode of snickering would erupt, then as they plopped their noses around the corner or on the dumpster they were hiding behind they would continue the hunt. They saw Mr. Psycho appear in front of Zachery with a mindless, tearing his head off as he screamed in terror. "See? I told you he was awesome huh?" Tommy told Mr. Happy who nooded in agrrement. But when Zachery grabbed Mr. Psycho by the neck the two were about to jump out and help. They saw though that he was in fact in no real danger and he had it all under control. "My worst nightmare? You could never amount to what is within my head, no even if you wanted to, you’re nothing to me!” Mr. Psycho started to laugh, shrill and loud. The clowns both howled out to add to the impact. Zachery walked off after telling Mr. Psycho something and the clowns both stepped out, taking big strides towards Mr. Psycho clapping and cheering. "WOW! What a great show!" Tommy exclaimed "Oh yes! 10/10!" Mr. Happy added Then a little girl walked towards them, "Whatcha doing?" Tommy and Mr. Happy turned to one another, "Aw, she looks like so innocent!" Tommy said "How innocent?" Mr. Happy asked "Too innocent!" They both said at the same time, glaring at the little girl.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 26, 2009 2:23:56 GMT -5
The little girl laughed at the strangeness of the two evil clowns. She couldn't understand what it was about them, for that it didn't matter... They were just so silly. "Have you seen my mom or my dad?".
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 26, 2009 2:27:09 GMT -5
Tommy knelt down, "And who might your Mommy and Daddy be?" Mr. Happy getting bored and picking his nose, pulling out a huge booger, looking around to see if anyone was looking then wiping it on the back of Tommy's head.
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Post by maliciousmatt on Oct 26, 2009 2:53:43 GMT -5
“Thank you my loving friends!” He said to the clowns, blowing each one a kiss. He answered the little girl’s questions, “Because he doesn’t understand people like us…” Mr. Psycho said, smiling sharply, his signature smile. His beady eyes gleaming as he looked at the little child.
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Post by razor on Oct 26, 2009 3:53:20 GMT -5
Figures surrounded her; people of which she had not known. It was a claustrophobic moment for her. She had no idea where to go or how to even start movement. Clowns to her up terrorizing a child, a woman at her front of her, and who knows who else.
Her breathing deepened and head throbbed due to the overwhelming factors which effected her mental and physical state at the moment. She enjoyed company but this company connoted unnecessary chaos, which put tremors down her brain and spine. Tremors strong enough for her bend and twist.
All attempts to stay still lead to failure and lead to the rapid change of her her body temperature which fluctuated. Her volatile state of mind and temperature attracted the colors of the sky to attach itself to Solace's aura which changed colors and dimmed rapidly.
What is happening to me? I am happy to have company, especially since this woman glows a bright green--the others--they not as bright, more leaning to the red.
All she could do was wait. Hopefully she would be better in time (she usually did).
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 26, 2009 4:24:13 GMT -5
Veronica looked at Solace and asked, "Are you alright?".
Far away from the rest of the group, the little girl looked at the clown and said, "The guy behind you just put his booger on your hair!". The girl began to laugh, the three amused her. She liked them.
The girl looked up at the man who was assaulting the big funny one and asked, "Why don't you understand them?".
Skipping around she said, "Oh, my mom's name is Veronica and my papa's name is Johnny.".
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Post by Selice on Oct 26, 2009 5:56:30 GMT -5
Selice smiled at those who tried to comfort her. I'll be alright. This happens from time to time she whispers lightly. For the most part Selice stayed out of the large group, minding her own business. Then the 'fight' started. She drew her cricket bat and allowed it to change to a scythe, just hanging on to it in case she had to cut off a few clown heads, and at this point she would do it gladly. She stood there, glaring at the group of evil clowns, just waiting for them to give her a reason to fight.
Selice watched the little girl near the clowns. She slowly walked over to the young Innocent and stood behind her. Hello there young one, are these men bothering you? she asked with a warm, kind smile on her face. She looked up at Mr. Happy, Mr Psycho and Tommy, a look that said 'you try anything stupid with her and I'll fucking kill you'.
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 26, 2009 8:06:25 GMT -5
The little girl heard the angel's soft whisper. "No their not, miss.", the little girl replied. "Their funny, actually. Have you seen my mom?".
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Post by razor on Oct 26, 2009 8:25:47 GMT -5
Solace eventually stabilized when her company did too. Not as much chaos as she perceived before, maybe it was just her hormones reacting to the event (she was in that time of the month) which does happen often especially when introduced to an unfamiliar area.
She stood up, glowing a luminescent pink which matched her bright auburn hair, and her eyes which shimmered as the skylight touched her earthy body. She smiled once more, thankful that her 'eruption' was only her equivalent to jet-lag. That was a set back being a Kaydence. They tend to have moments when they erupt, making them attract natures energy into their bodies converting them into a many things: an example would be a power-source and the other being a massive headache. It was also this suction of aura and energy that provided her sustenance and everlasting youth.
Feeling confident, she walked towards everyone, greeting them with a nod. She stopped in front of the angel and the child.
"Hello whispering one. How do you do?" She said.
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Post by Selice on Oct 26, 2009 9:42:48 GMT -5
And what are their names young one? Perhaps I do know them Selice whispered, keeping the same warm smile on her face. Selice turned to the one who addressed her, and offered a bow. She hadn't been called the whispering one since, since... hmm. It had been one of the renaissance artists but for the life of her she couldn't remember. Greetings Selice whispered, offering Solace a warm smile. I am well. May I ask your name? she inquired, allowing her large silver scythe to return to it's cricket bat form before she strapped it to her back.
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Post by Tommy Tyrant on Oct 26, 2009 13:05:22 GMT -5
Tommy put his hand to his head and scraped off the booger, returning it with a punch to Mr. Happy's face. Both laughing, Mr. Happy rolling around. Selice' cricket bat changed into a scyth and she just stared at the two clowns, hate brewing behind her eyes. The two stared back for a moment, looked at eachother then blew their tounges at her, flipping her off. "Oh yes we know your folks, they are quite charming," Tommy said "But not NEARLY as charming as us!" Mr. Happy added, the two posing with eachother. They then went on to doing their link handed dance around the little girl laughing like children. All the while holding their middle fingers up at Selice.
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Post by Selice on Oct 26, 2009 13:18:31 GMT -5
That did it. Selice couldn't stand it any longer and before she knew totally what she was doing, she had spun around and threw a bone shattering punch at the nearest clown's face.]
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Post by citizenmike on Oct 26, 2009 13:48:14 GMT -5
"My mom's name is Veronica.", the girl replied back to the angel, until suddenly she was caught off guard by the two clowns who began to dance around her. Once again, she didn't mind; they were just so silly, it was amusing and cute.
"Oh yes we know your folks, they are quite charming," A smile grew on the girl's face as she asked, "Can you take me to them, please?"; her hands held together as in prayer.
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Post by Trace on Oct 26, 2009 15:18:33 GMT -5
Rosa had waited until the bombsite was clear before she landed, not wanting her work to be interrupted by anything or anyone. She had been there only moments before she realized there was very little there of use to them. Whomever had done this hadn't left any useful clues to their whereabouts.
"Dead end." Rosa said, turning around in preparation to fly off again. What she saw shocked her. It couldn't be him, he couldn't be here, not now. But here he was, standing in front of her, plain as day.
"Hello Rosa, I think it's time we had a little chat."
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Maz and Viscum didn't know what to say to the girl but realized too late that a child's patience was not the same as that of an adult. Before they could acknowledge her question the young girl had walked off. Viscum and Maz weren't sure what to do, the girl wasn't even meant to be here, that was clear, but then she was only a girl. And in Animus, bad things happened regularly. They rushed after her, arriving just in time to see the altercation with the clowns.
"Can you take me to them, please?"
"Sara, don't go with them." Viscum said calmly. He knew that the girl seemed to know them from her time, and hopefully that meant she would trust him enough to take him by his word. "You know your mum wouldn't want you walking off with strangers."
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