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 Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 1:20 pm
T U R N . O N E
S E T T I N G
By word, by invitation, and by the heated grace of desires,
a group of humans have arrived in the empty town square situated at La'To's core.
In the center of the square, about and around the flowering fountain the humans streamed,
night-veiled and lit only by the small wisps of light that danced from the waters.
The people, they moved not like a pack.
Tentative and scattered, they were strangers to one another.
But their destination was the same, and so on the same path they flow.
Step by step upon stone tiled floors, they approached the clock
tower that stood right near the corner of the public space.
Turning into a small alleyway, the people gathered
where the rusted backdoor was.
At the strike of nine, the giant clock tower boomed.
The heavy metal door creaked open, and revealed stark blackness inside.
As the humans entered, their eyes would slowly adjusted to see the soft, dim lights
that shaped the interior of the clock tower. Like ivy vines, mechanics and humongous gears
that screeched and chucked rhythmically infested one whole wall, unstopped until it reached
the glassy face of the clock. Crisp thuds echoed by the second. Through that glass
and a few small windows high up there, the faint, faded light of the half-moon
shone through, casting a hazy blue upon the high interior air of the giant tower.
Huge bronze hanging bells dangled from the inside of the pyramid ceiling,
still trembling from nine gongs that have just gone silent.
Feet scratching against concrete floor, littered with dust, dirt,
and small rotting things. No one was there, except the humans.
Fixing their eyes to find the light not so engulfed by the darkness surrounding them,
the humans realized that it was radiating from an array of lighted candles, made of
crimson wax, flames flickering, and each resting upon a holding stand.
The amber glow illuminated a set of staircases that zigzags up
nine stories to the mid-height of the tower on the opposite wall from the clock gears.
The last set of stairs would morph into a large metal platform,
supported by its structure and laced with frail-looking handrails
It was the platform that overlooked the workings of the clock.
Lined up intentionally on the first step of the staircase by their missing host,
the twinkling candles seemed to be asking the humans to
take a flame each and further ascend the stairs.
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d i r e c t i o n s
1. What you post next will be the response to the TURN 1 prompt.
What you want to do is introduce your human and put them into the
scenario, and react to the situation. So basically make them exist.
2. You will have 50 minutes to write up your response.
The deadline is 9:50 p.m. EST.
3. You do not have to write a lot. Quality over quantity,
and feel free to be creative.
4. Only use size-11 black font when responding.
Good Luck!
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:25 pm
There are two kinds of people - some are born to be loaded, the rest are born to be broke. And then there's the chance case of a guy who was born to be one but just won't shut up and admit it. Jack Diamond was this sort of guy, anyone could tell you that. What was up to debate, however, was which one he was supposed to be to begin with: was he a rich guy too stupid to hang on to his money, or a poor guy with expensive tastes? Either way, he drove (translation: lived in) a bright red Rolls-Royce, wore a neat silk vest, polished his leather shoes, and delivered pizza.
Ridiculous as it was, he sort of liked the pizza job. For one, he didn't even have to get out of his house (translation: car). And everybody respected a pizza guy. Those who didn't... well, they respected a pizza guy with a pistol aimed at their kneecaps. And ******** them - he was the Bringer of Sustenance to the Lazy, and he knew this town inside-and out. He'd spent years turning sharp corners with his whitewall tires, searching for obscure street addresses and hidden alleyways. La'To was full of secrets - one overdressed pizza guy was not exactly omnipotent, but he was pretty damn close. He liked to think he was. Sometimes he liked to prove it.
Take tonight, for instance. He had heard something - 'something' was going on in the old town square. Creepy old place at the foot of the clock tower. Jack didn't go there all too often, because it wasn't exactly prime fat-lazy-a**, pizza-delivery territory. It wasn't prime territory for anything, really, which was why he was heading there tonight. He didn't understand this s**t, whatever s**t was going to go down, and there was no way he was going to put up with that. So he parked the car in a nearby alleyway, straightened his silk vest, tried to rub the pizza sauce stains off his pants and marched towards... well, the bell tower, he supposed. That's where everyone else was going. Correction - where everyone else had gone. He was a little late.
But the doors were still open, and he caught up with the gaping crowd where they stood before... some big gears. A clock face. And - oh, creepy red candles. All lit up and flickering in a neat row, a stone staircase behind them. No one was moving yet... but Jack had to show up at the pizzeria soon, he didn't have the whole goddamn night to stand around like a zombie. He pushed his way through the others, swearing under his breath, and took a candle from the stand. Up the stairs, eh? Whatever - he wanted to know what was going on, and he was planning on figuring it out with time to spare for coffee.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:35 pm
Noctis had come to see what all this commotion was about. One red eye and one yellow eye stared amongst the people, the feeling of ominous curiosity and anxiety seemed to spread through the crowd, several people eying each other uneasily. He walked behind several others, one of his hands rubbing nervously behind his neck. The other shoved itself in his pocket, his music player was gripped in a clammy hand. Messy black hair stood out, his long white coat enveloping him in warmth from the chilly night air. But even as heat surrounded him, a chill would visit as he took a look around the darkened setting.
"Damn, that clock tower's loud." He muttered to himself under his breath, his words directed to nobody but himself. Did anyone else find it, just a little odd, that the doors opened on their own? Sure, this scene had replayed many times in countless horror movies, but that didn't mean it was natural for it to play it real life. In fact, it was downright creepy. But such an event seemed natural when one knew the cause of this event tonight. Entering the monstrous tower, he followed after the shuffling crowd. His eyes were drawn to the wall that seemed to be a forest of mechanics, his loud voice interrupting the tense silence.
"Whoooooa! These gears are so old.. yet they intricate structure is absolutely amazing!" His loud voice rang through the room, mismatched eyes widening in astonishment. Suddenly, the cold and chills were forgotten, the purpose of being here seemed lost within his flurry of impulse. He scattered away from the crowd to approach the wall, nearly colliding as he tried to stop his excited pace. His hands ran over the full metal of the mechanics, careful to prevent his fingers from being gnawed off from the turning of the gears. If there was this sort of primal technology within the clock tower, there must surely be more up ahead. Surely, there had to be someone managing all this technology. Or perhaps, no one at all. If so, how did these machines seem to work in such an aged tower? In order to find out, he needed to move forward. His curiosity would not be satisfied otherwise.
Why had Noctis come here? Part of it was the reason everyone else seemed to be here. The other majority was to find out what made this clock tower tick, exactly. Noctis, to put it in plain words, was an engineer of sorts. He wanted only the intricate and the best. His desire was to give birth to science that surpassed humanity's simple ones. He wanted to create something humanity had never laid their eyes on before. And what other technology would be better than the super natural's ones? If he was lucky, he could stumble onto a discovery within this mysterious clock tower. Something that can lead him down the road he had chosen. If possible, inquire and ask a demon for his skills within assisting. His eyes shone with anticipation, his hand curling into a fist into an optimistic gesture. Oh yeah! He was closer to his goal. It was a shame that he had to pass up the limited time he had to follow the crowd up the stairs, the loss of inspecting the loud wall of mechanics causing him to turn a wistful glance back over his shoulder.
His hands hastily took a lighted candle, the red ember nearly burning him as he almost dropped it, hands frantically reaching to catch the candle as he stumbled. He cursed out loud, one hand finally catching a steady grip, his other hand shaking itself to get rid of the heated sensation. He wasn't burnt too badly. That's what he got for rushing, Noctis scolded himself. His slow steps must have frustrated some of the crowd behind him, his eyes scanning as much as he could see, the candle's range of light didn't extend very far. Disappointing. His shoulders lowered, the rest of the walk slow and tedious, the flight of stairs never seemed to end. Restlessness and watered down excitement seemed to hasten his pace a little at times. Other times, he stopped for a few seconds to catch his breath, eyes looking forward at what seemed, to be an eternal darkness up ahead.
Were they heading up to the heart of darkness? To contract a demon, is to surely be heading straight into that heart.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:39 pm
Ivy shuddered as she wrapped the scarf around her neck. Her hand trailed down, straightening it. Everything had to be perfect; everything always had to be perfect. She looked into the mirror. She examined herself, as blue eyes judged back. The fall background would match perfectly. The scarf had red, green and brown shades of stripes. Her sister had given it to her, and her sister had received it from a German traveler. The traveler had stayed with both her sister and herself when they were in their early teens. This was one of the first doors to open for Ivy. The door opened up her passion for traveling. Sadly, that is not one passion that is opened frequently.
An annoyed sound escaped her lips. Biting onto her lower lip she noticed a string hanging from a button on her coat. Leaving the mirror, she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Not wanting to waste time looking for scissors. She was already worried about being late. “God damn it!” She swore, accidentally cutting into her finger. Tossing the knife into the sink, she grabbed a napkin and pressed it against her finger. “I’m going to be late.” She muttered to herself and slipped into brown boots. Rushing out the door, she left the light on to her small little apartment.
This girl seemed to always be rushing around. Surprisingly, she was rarely late. Worrying about being late was possibly one of her dreadful habits. There was always more she wanted to do. Ivy took longer strides as her boots began to make loud noises on the stone tiles. An uneasy feeling came over her; this area was never this quiet. Yet, tonight, she and others were all beginning to gather outside a rusty door. No one looked at each other, not a word was spoken. Crossing her arms, she continued to play with her lips.
If it hadn’t been for her sister, she wouldn’t be here. It was always her sister’s fault. She was the one that had informed Ivy of this “Dark Night.” She wasn’t exactly sure whether or not she should be here. If this was against her beliefs. Ivy’s older sister was always recommending that Ivy loosen up. That she goes and does what her heart desires. Yet, Ivy never listened. She rarely left the office. It wasn’t a good way to live a life. There isn’t much point to life anyways, at least not if you’re going to waste it .
Once the metal doors opened, she followed someone in. Being towards the head of the pack. It didn’t take long for her eyes to adjust, or for her breath to stop. The old clock tower was rather strange. It was beautiful in a way, and in another, it was rather horrible. She heard footsteps behind her, another man had joined the group later. He didn’t seem to fit in. Then again, no one around seemed to fit what she had expected.
Licking her lips, Ivy reached out grabbing a candle. She saw one man head up the stairs already. Then another one followed a moment after. Ivy followed behind them quickly. She didn’t want to be the last one up the stairs. Plus, this was one nice little adventure for her. This time, her boots barely made a sound as she walked up the steps. Her breathing grew more shallow with each step. Not knowing what to expect at the top.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:48 pm
Cautious, Teris looks around the clock tower interior for any signs of danger as the others led themselves across the room, towards the candle invitation. The others were too rash, he thought.
Teris watches his steps as he begins to trace around the wall leading to the candles. He made sure his hands were firmly placed against the wall. In case he falls through a trap door, he'll try to find something to cling on and climb back up he thought. He was confident in his climbing abilities.
Teris makes no notice of anything but the filthy floor in which he steps on. He hates dirt. What did he get himself into he thought. He hears crunchy sounds as he makes his careful light steps. "Uck... insect corpses." Oh well... he assures himself. There's only one thing in his mind that he should worry about: his contract with the dark side; not dirt.
He got through the initial disgust, and made his way to the candles. He would only pick them up after he has seen at least three others have picked them up and nothing ill happened to them.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:49 pm
La'To, was incredibly different from Collosae. Julietta Suzuki, enjoyed her life there. It was the place to be. Anything good that happened, from the newest inventions to royalty holding their annual masquerades, occurred in Collosae first. However, La'To paled in comparison. The first thing she'd noticed was that a lot of land remained untouched. The small town had what they needed, entertainment, the market, however, it had no flavor, and Julietta only visited places with flavor. So, why was she here, huddled underneath the gloomy night sky, with a dozen or so other strangers? She'd like to know the answer herself.
Julietta Suzuki, was a five-star pâtissier; her bakery was elite, and incredibly exclusive. Beings from all over Pesso, traveled thousands of miles for a taste of her scrumptious parfaits. She had fame, she had wealth, she even had the looks, however, she was incredibly dissatisfied with herself. Other people could adore her cheesecakes, but Julietta would scream in disgust when she would take a bite. Just like the way Collosae was in a different league then La'To, her cooking was nothing, compared to her mothers. Unlike Julietta though, her mother was far from famous, in fact, the townspeople called her daft. However, when the two females were together, both were blissful. Everyday, after returning from her lessons, the mother and daughter would bake. There was one particular memory she reminisced, and that was the day she saw him. Julietta didn't have a father, since birth, her mother had confirmed by explaining the valiant story of his death. Nor did her mother ever hang around men, a fact Julietta had been proud of. His flawless skin, his luscious hair, and his twinkling eyes, were of a species she'd never seen, and even the handsomest men in town would have to instantly raise a white flag. However, the man was not human. His ears, were red and bushy, a furry tail, constantly swished while speaking to her mother. Due to her surprise, Julietta let a small gasp slip through her mouth. Both faces instantly turned to her, her mother's was that of pure wear, and her body was completely petrified. When Julietta forced herself to look at the man's reaction, he was already gone. And the next day, so was her mother.
From the on, Julietta Suzuki, moved to Collosae to her grandmother's cottage. However, rather then wondering where her mother had disappeared to, she only questioned those eyes of gold, and where they had gone. The previous day, had been exactly a decade from the day her mother had disappeared. Even before attending to the days work, she visited her mothers grave, though it without a body. She brought a gaudy bouquet, just the way her mother would have liked it. It was like a ritual now, for Julietta had done it so many times, to the point where not a single tear would cling to her cheeks. After she had placed the flowers on the tombstone, she got ready to say her final goodbye, but, something caught the corner of her eye. A letter. An ornate one, with a blood-red seal of wax, one that begged to just to be opened, and Julietta did not hesitate to obey. In a cliche font of cursive, there was a chilling sentence, and an address. "If you want to know the answer..." And the address had brought her here.
The dull booming of the clock-tower which towered in front of her, interrupted her moment of nostalgia. It was exactly nine o' clock. Click! came the sound as a door opened, and the crowd rushed in, though Julietta hesitated to enter. She didn't like the thought of being alone on such a night either, and began to walk with a fierce stance, that didn't reveal the pounding of her heart. It was exactly like a horror scene from a movie, the background barely lit, the humans suspiciously eying their surroundings, the one doing the most looking would have been Julietta. It was too eerie, too quiet, excluding the rushed footsteps of the crowd. Slowly, the path led them to the center of the trap, revealing an endless staircase. Some excitedly clapped their hands, commenting on the intricate decorations of the scene, however, a few decided to accept the challenge, and climb those steps. Julietta was always a competitive one, and for some reason, this felt like a game of survival.
She took of her annoying heels, flinging them into the depths of darkness. She started off with a slow pace, gathering up speed as she passed by each of the strangers, one by one. Soon enough, she was almost at the top. Julietta didn't even pause to catch her breath. Something was calling her, like the forces of gravity were guiding the path. At long last, she reached the top of the staircase. Finally, she paused for breath, leaning against the cool walls of metal. Looking around, Julietta simply felt disappointed. Was darkness the reason she had come this far? But then, something shone, and she spotted a figure. A familiar face, was what she saw. The same eyes...
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:49 pm
It took a certain type, Ride decided, to be interested in such a thing. They all looked different, and came from different walks of life, but it required a certain level of need to cause their arrival tonight. The conclusion came after moments of immoble observation from where the tall figure leaned against a particularly shadowed part of the stone wall. Ride had arrived early, and positioned himself in a place that would allow him to see others, while only the truly attentive would notice himself.
He was a caution man, and while the prospect of contracting a demon was tempting, he did not appreciate the fact that they were left out in the small alleyway, waiting like sheep for slaughter.
When the clock tower struck, Ride tensed, but made no other movement until the others had begun their entry into the room. No screams of horror were heard, though a sardonic smile appeared on his lips as a few squeals emerged from women unprepared for the what they found inside. A faint ripple of muscle, and Ride was moving, footsteps inaudible as he slipped inside between two stragglers.
His eyes were already used to the dark, but even they took a minute to adjust to the dimly lit interior as Ride looked around, automatically positioning himself near the back of the room to better observe. There really was all types here, he thought, though he himself was no exception. Dark eyes absorbed their surroundings, noting in passing the dust, the rot, but more interested in the candles and the acoustics of the place than anything else. He couldn't be sure if it was all a set-up, but if it was, then it was far, far more elaborate than anything he'd seen before.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 6:50 pm
Turn 1 is over. Turn 2 will begin in 10 minutes.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:01 pm
T U R N . T W O
A R R I V A L
Chunk, chunk, chunk---
After a wait upon the platform, the humans fell quiet,
their existence absorbed into the silence and the ticking of the clock.
Patience, patience...
Without a warning, the darkness stirred.
Without a sound, a slim figure, dressed and cloaked in black,
walked into the crowd of humans.
With a hood over his head, his face was barely visible in the darkness and shadows.
Except for the reptilian cyan eyes that he had. It glowered, like cold candles.
As he walked to the center of the platform, humans surrounding,
two eerie beings followed.
 
They peered about at the humans, twitching slowly in interest.
The shorter one went about sniffing them as if savoring its next meal.
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d i r e c t i o n s
1. What you post next will be the response to the TURN 2 prompt.
The post should contain the character's reaction to the situation.
2. You will have 30 minutes to write up your response.
The deadline is 10:30 p.m. EST.
3. You do not have to write a lot. Quality over quantity,
and feel free to be creative.
4. Only use size-11 black font when responding.
Good Luck!
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:15 pm
Ride was not impressed when at last, after the others had faded into silence, a single cloaked human strode into their midst. But the two shady beings that followed after... those caused the tall man to stand up on alert. He remained where he was, motionless near the back of the room as he watched the shorter of the two approach those positioned close to the platform, a soft snort of amusement escaping his self-imposed silence when a few of the women - quite possibly the ones who had squealed earlier - shuffled back a few steps in mindless recoil.
The short one, seemingly more social than the other, did not hold his interest for long. In fact, Ride found his attention drawn to the taller shape, which stood almost as immobile as he, though the occasional twitch rippled through its form. That one. Unconsciously, he took a step forward, then another, only stopping when he realized his actions.
s**t.
He wasn't sure who he meant - himself, the situation, the demon - but he never lost control of his movements that way. This would be more difficult than he'd expected. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Ride forced control over his body once again, standing where he'd ended up, halfway to the platform, with arms crossed over his chest, and much more wary than he'd been before. Until the cloaked figure spoke, there was nothing more to do, but at least he knew what he was facing.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:18 pm
.. Okay. This situation may have gotten a little stranger. Little was an understatement. Noctis was the prince of understatements. Were these.. blurry shadows.. demons? He put his handle down on the ground, wary eyes landed on the sniffing shadow. These things were.. weird. His hand twitched, hand jerking away, as the shadow came near each person, as if investigating them. ... Zombies were bad enough but these guys.. Did they go under the same category as ghosts? But.. weren't they demons?
The first question. Did these demons have manners?
"Hey buddy. Havent you ever heard it's rude to sniff?" He said indignantly, his hand reaching out to flick the shadow. His fingers met nothing, the moving shadows gave him an erratic aura. Were these things.. eyeing them? Dubious feelings came over him, wondering how these demons could possibly help him in his goals. But with the super-natural, he shouldn't be so quick to judge. After all, he might hurt their feelings. And if he offended them, he didn't know what could happen. After all, he could fall down those flight of stairs. The pain of falling down nine flights would not be pleasing.
"Introductions first, little shadow. We gotta see eye-to-eye, if you.. even have eyes." Noctis paused abruptly, scrutinizing the shadows. .. How could they see? Or even smell? But the disturbing fact, they somehow managed. "Noctis here." He held out a hand for a handshake, only to realize.. they probably didn't shake hands. At all. Oh, he must have looked quite ridiculous. Quite.
How do you make polite talk with a demon? Can these things talk? let's see. No hands. No mouths. No eyes. Not that I can see. Great.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:20 pm
He reached the top first - no big surprise, since there was no real room on the staircase to overtake him. Well. Not unless you wanted to risk tumbling over the railing, which didn't look like it would do much to break your fall. Hell, if anything, Jack figured it might shatter and stab you in the back. While you were falling. And then a little more after you were done. He let out a muffled sort of laugh at the thought, and... and, well, and nothing. There was nothing up there. Others joined him, some breathing heavily, some looking spooked, and some looking as disappointed as himself. It was just... dark. And dusty. And now that he'd spent a whole nine floors looking at the clockwork, it was getting pretty old.
But, for whatever reason, Jack didn't have the guts to break the silence. There was something... tense about it. Not just tense as in a whole bunch of them were standing in the darkness, waiting for something to jump out - but tense as in something might actually jump out at them.
Turned out he wasn't too far off. Well - nothing jumped. But something stepped out of the darkness, three shadowy forms. One of them was relatively normal-looking (as far as shadowy forms went). The other two were.... Shades. Holy ******** crap on a pizza pie. Jack had heard about these things. They were demons. Like... baby demons. Except not cute. And, he'd heard, useful. How exactly, he wasn't sure. Sounded like something he oughta know, though. He wondered if the other folks around here knew? He turned to glance behind him, search the faces for someone who looked particularly smart - ********, anyone who looked like they knew what they were doing, but...
Came face to face with one of the Shades instead. The shorter one, a sort of purplish fella doing some odd sniffing-type thing. It didn't even have a nose of anything.
"Whatcha lookin' at? Piss off. I might smell like pizza but I'm not a snack."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:22 pm
Ivy’s shoulders were brought forward rapidly. Her lips barely parted, she held her breath and voice back. She had been tempted to scream, but felt like this was not the moment to draw attention to herself. Six people, including her, had ventured up the stairs. Ivy moved her head slowly, trying to get a better look at the man. The candles had seemed to dim with this man’s presence.
“Can I help you?” Ivy asked coldly. Her body twisting sharply around, her lip twisting into a scowl. An odd creature was sniffing her. Her fingers tensed around the candle. Her free arm ending with a fist now. She had immediately entered a very defensive stance, not trusting anything around her. She usually did her best to stay calm, and looking like she was in charge. This was one moment though, where she would prefer to look threatening.
She wasn’t sure if the creature would respond. Could it talk? It reminded her of a hungry dog, which was just waiting for someone to enter its junk yard. Maybe the odd man would respond. Though to be honest, she really would have preferred no one respond. She didn’t want to be talked to directly in front of a group. It always made her feel like she was back in school. Like a teacher had caught her chewing gum, or writing notes in class.
Her eyes glanced at the taller one of the shades. It was silent, and more reserved than the smaller one. Ivy didn't know where to put her eyes. They switched between the man and the two creatures. Her eyes seemed to rest on the shorter one more often though. She was more curious on what it would do, more nervous it might do something again. Her eyes jumped to one of the tall men moving though. He seemed to stop himself after a few steps. Either way, he was the first to move. Ivy glanced back at the man to see what he would do. No doubt, the cloaked figure held all the power in his hands tonight.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:26 pm
Slowly, the figure revealed himself from the darkness. An echo of shocked gasps filled the dark room. For, the man was not human. Most of his body was cloaked by a thick garment, and Julietta's pretty face contorted in disgust as she spotted the blue scales that gathered around his cheeks. This demon, was not like the other one she'd recalled. In fact, they were polar opposites. While, the one with gilded eyes filled her hearth with longing and warmth, this creation's irises were the shade of ice, and a chilling shade of navy surrounded them. For a split second, Julietta's eyes of amethyst met with them, though she instantly looked away, for fear of, fear of...knowing more then she was allowed.
The one with scales took center-stage, and the crowd followed, attracted to the being, all eagerly expecting explanations for their being here. She did not notice the two mysterious shadows that trailed behind the man, not until the cycle repeated. The one where the strangers gasped, and pointed fingers. She hadn't bothered to follow the crowd at first, but as she followed a stranger's eyesight of ruby and gold, she saw them. Julietta rubbed her eyes furiously in disbelief. They were shadows, however, they moved about the humans, the petite one having the bravery to sniff at the humans. Was it simply a trick of the light? She'd attended many performances of illusionists, but this, was too real.
As she was in the far left corner, the things attended to her last. The smaller one rubbed against her leg curiously, and it encountered a small bump on her. Julietta suddenly remembered, she had slipped in a small package of Madelines just this morning. Perhaps it was hungry. However, as she did not no whether the things were friend or foe, she refused to hand over her treasured sweets to something she did have knowledge over. The shadow didn't seem to get the message at first, and Julietta furiously shook her head right and left. She closed her eyes in fear of it's reaction, but when she lazily lifted one lid open, the thing had already taken its position with the reptile-man. The other shadow however, seemed to be the more docile of the two. Though the two didn't make a physical connection like the previous entity, as the taller one turned what she thought was it's head, Julietta did not look away. She'd always had been good at staring contests, but maybe, she was just attracted to eyes. Soon enough, like it's friend, it flocked back to the man, admitting defeat.
Alas, victory was sweet. Wait a second. This wasn't the time to be playing games with...things. She stifled a laugh at how ridiculous this scenario. Julietta put on her most serious expression, and turned to the man, awaiting his response that would completely alter her life.
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 7:30 pm
Teris has always thought he was ready. But this was something else. He has never seen something so real before. He mistakenly took a step back with his nervously-shaking legs, showing his vulnerable mental state. He began to have an explosion of emotions. He was nervous. No, he was excited. No, he was amazed. No, he was scared. No, he was everything that made him unprepared.
As the shorter of the two beings took sniffs upon the humans one by one, Teris watched. His adrenaline was high in his blood stream, making him want to run away. But that would be counter-productive in his goal for the contract.
It was a good thing he stood near the back of the group* he thought. It gave him time to cool down. Although he wished he was where Ride was, the very back.
He calmed down when the first three humans went unharmed. He was better able to concentrate on the other two dark beings: the cloaked figure and the taller of the two eerie beings.
Who and what were they? and are they any danger to him and his goal for the contract? One thing is for sure, the one with the cold cyan eyes is the boss. Maybe if he impressed the boss, he might be able to get a contract.
When it was his turn to be sniffed, he stood still and remained uninterested. This being just isn't for him. He preferred the taller for the reason of not wanting to be sniffed. He was not dirty.
edit:
*= group, not ground
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