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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 2:59 pm
 Yo. This is Buckley. Buckley is actually my Fa'e concept, but I really love him, so I had to plop him over here since EmperialTeal is full of awesome and allowed myth-based things. biggrin So! Please enjoy, and feel free to drop a comment!
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:00 pm
Table o' ContentsThe Intro - Nice and Easy Now The Table of Contents - You are HERE The Mythos - All Hail the Miracle Chicken! The History - In the Past The Profile - The Gambler Himself The Guardian - No Wings for Him The Family - Like a Brother The Gallery - Pretty Gift Art Credits - Take a Bow
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:01 pm
The MythThere are three forms of Liderc, but I chose the most traditional form with a few tidbits from both of the other two for Buckley, the ‘miracle chicken’. A Liderc is a demon that hatches from a tiny egg laid by a black hen. These, you see, are very rare, making a Liderc something of a treasure himself. It must be kept under a human’s armpit or in a pile of manure before it will hatch. When the creature hatches, it will take on the opposite gender of its master, the person who hatched it. A Liderc can take the form of a chicken or a human, but it will always obtain a goose's foot. It will become their lover, but sometimes it will just fondle, sit on the master’s body or even suck their blood and the master will become ill after a period of time. According to the third version, not only will he cause sickness, but he will also spread doom to all those in the household. Interestingly, the Hungarian word for ‘nightmare’ literally means Liderc pressure, referring to the pressure on the master’s body while the demon sits on it. The master would indeed suffer terrible dreams and wake up ghostly pale, exhausted and weak. The same thing will happen night after night until the unfortunate master ends up dead. A Liderc hoards gold, making its master rich. He also gives his master the ability to preform amazing feats. It is said this is because the Liderc has stolen his master's soul. The demon, however, must follow its master’s commands. If it's not kept in constant work, he will start to nag for work. The demon needs his master to command him, he needs his master to bring gold. A Liderc does not act on his own, for his own. To kill a Liderc of this nature, it must be persuaded to perform an impossible task, such as carrying water in a sieve or starting fire with ice, or it must be locked in a tree hollow. Having finally destroying the creature, the master's soul will be freed and his body will be saved from ravage. Liderc Websites - [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:02 pm
The HistoryNénike, as fate would have it, was nearing the end of her life. Her beloved husband had long since past and her son had moved far away from the placid countryside to marry the girl of his dreams. The neighbors would walk by her run-down shack and shake their heads, pitying the poor woman who spent what little money the local perish gave her on chicken feed and black hens. Every day and every evening she’d check under the hens for a tiny egg, and every day and every evening she’d come up empty-handed. Imagine everyone’s surprise when Nénike sauntered into the village with a handsome young man trailing behind her. The elderly woman and the dashing follower were decked in some of the finest clothing anyone in the village had ever seen. It quickly became clear that Nénike absolutely adored ‘Tyúk’, treating the young man as well she treated her own son. A few gossipers couldn’t help but wonder where such a handsome lad came from, why he was with such an old hag, and for that matter, where on earth she had suddenly obtained such ridiculous wealth. When Nénike fell horribly ill only a few weeks later, the whole town started to take notice of the bizarre circumstances. As human nature would have it, rumors flew and soon reached the neighboring city where Nénike’s son, Fiú, resided. Alarmed by tales about his mother, her sudden sickness and the mystery ‘suitor’, Fiú rushed to Nénike’s house. He found his mother deathly ill and a peculiar young man hovering by her side. Unable to deny his insatiable greed, the demon lifted the coins hanging around in the stranger’s pockets. Enraged, Fiú dragged Tyúk out of the house despite his mother’s protests and pummeled the squawking Liderc. The panicked demon made a wild attempt to break free, striking at the attacker’s face only to find a dagger dragging across his cheek, neck and shoulder. The louder he screamed, the harder his master’s son fought. Never before had he felt such excruciating pain! By the time Nénike was able to pull her son away from her darling companion, Tyúk had a plethora of wounds marring his face, torso, and upper arms. His injuries were so violent they never completely healed, leaving obvious scars as telltale signs of the vicious attack. His mistress’ son did the best he could to explain to his mother why owning such a creature was dangerous, but she’d have none of it. Nénike simply couldn’t believe such a sweet creature would take advantage of an old lady such as herself. She was wrong of course, barely surviving Tyúk’s Liderc pressure night after night. In the mean time, Tyúk still hadn’t completely healed from his encounter with Fiú, but had become incredibly hostile when he learned all his money was to be given to the very man who had attacked him. What’s more, Fiú suddenly found himself having peculiar accidents whenever he was in his mother’s house. He’d fall down the stairs when he was bringing her a blanket, he’d scald himself on the stove when he was making her a warm meal, that same meal he cooked gave he and his mother food poisoning, the list went on. The closer the demon was, the more accidents Fiú and Nénike had and the more dangerous they became. One could only fall down the stairs so many times before they realized there was a direct correlation between demon and misfortune. Fiú tried and tried again and finally, finally he convinced his mother that it was her pet hurting them, killing her, had stolen her soul. But how to get rid of him? Fiú had already tried stabbing him. Tyúk had endured many more stab wounds then any human should, and all he had to show for it was a couple of scars. Mistress and son determined he would die by now ordinary means, so Nénike pulled out the book that she had discovered the creature in. The tussle between demon and man was brief. Fiu quickly overpowered Tyúk as the demon’s illusionary powers gave out. Remembering the wives’ tales of Lidercs, shoved him into a nearby hollowed tree as soon as he was back in his chicken form. Discombobulated and sorely tangled, Tyúk was far more concerned with picking up his scattered gold than with what Fiú was doing outside. Suddenly, everything went dark as Fiú shoved a large rock in front of the opening. Tyúk was trapped and left to die in the pitch dark, alone and knowing full well that Fiú had made off with his treasure. What the man hadn't counted on, however, was the demon's ability to escape through the small hole left between the rock and the tree wall. Hollows were pretty big, after all. The next day, Tyúk returned. Thinking quickly, the son had Nénike order her demon to bring her a gallon of water…in a sieve. So she did. It just couldn’t be done, but he couldn’t tell her no. Tyúk traveled down to the well with the sieve and only made it half-way back to the house by the time all the water had drained out, and right back to the well he went. He couldn’t do anything else until he fulfilled his master’s wishes. He couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep, he couldn’t even take a sip of water until he brought his master a gallon of water in a sieve. On the third day, dehydrated, starving and completely exhausted, Tyúk dropped dead. Nénike was free and her soul was saved.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:09 pm
Meet HimName: Buckley Nickname: Buck (Refer to him as Bucky, Buckwheat or Bucket-head and your well-being cannot be guaranteed). Past Name: Tyúk Gender: Male Mythbase: Hungarian Liderc Appearance:The Big Three1) Buckley’s Hair: Buckley has a long black ponytail, he never lets it down. His hair color is a leftover from his past life, the same color of the hen that spawned him. The only reason his hair's so long is he won’t let anyone near him with scissors. Buckley’s hair is also littered with black chicken feathers. Working them into his hair is a very painstaking process, so he only replaces them when they are ratty beyond reason or have fallen out. There is, however, a stripe of red hair on the top of his head that refuses to fit in. It’s naturally fire-engine red and it just won’t grow long enough for Buckley to pull it back into his ponytail no matter what he does. Instead, it sticks up and flops over to one side under is own weight, resembling a c**k’s comb. NOTE: As an infant, Buckley’s hair is blondish-brown and fuzzy, just like a chick. (And just like a chick, he’ll grow out of it quickly.) 2) Rooster Tail: As Buckley grows, he grows a long rooster tail. It has a greenish-black sheen. It’s much smaller, and much less elegant, when he’s a child. Please don't pull it, though. That hurts. His tail is a source of pride, he values its beauty. 3) Heel Spurs: Like any rooster, Buckley has 'claws' and a spur on each heel. He has chicken feet, scales and all! Because of his feet, he cannot wear shoes or socks and the heel spurs usually ruin the cuffs of his pants. He has them all his life. He starts to walk on the balls of his feet when he gets older. Abilities:Sticky Fingers - Ever since he was a child, Buckley’s been bringing home odd change and trinkets. It was passed off as a shiny object catching a child’s eye, but when he started bringing home pockets full of gold, Zackary couldn’t help but realize this wasn’t one of those normal child things. He grew from pick-pocketing the inebriated to pinpointing the exact location of a person’s valuables (he’s only had a few errors in judgment) and nab it in less than fifteen seconds. Value.The Golden Compass - Buckley formed an innate sense for finding treasure sometime around the same time his guardian realized how easily he could locate it on a person. (By treasure, we mean a large amount of gold or other valuables lumped in one place. For example, a large jewelry shop would catch Buck’s attention.) When he was younger, Buckley could not point the way to a treasure in the distance without a compass. (A “distance” would be considered about a mile or so.) This sense did not mature easily as the first, as it is hard to practice. He can only find the general direction without a compass, not the exact location and he has to use his compass unless he’s in isolation. Value.Liderc Pressure – Physical contact with Buckley may or may not result in suddenly feeling ill or weak. He can’t control the effects and they are usually as intense as the contact. The older he gets, the more powerful the effect becomes. Thus, sex and intimate contact don’t really happen for Buckley, but the boy’s learned to deal with it. Treasure’s a better comfort anyway. Buckley never makes himself sick, only others around him. Liability.Bound by Words – Just as a Liderc cannot disobey his master even if it will lead to his demise, Buckley will keep his word to his guardian no matter what. Even if he does not want to make good on a promise, he cannot complete another task until he’s fulfilled his pledge. (As he gets older, he learns to deal with promises made regarding future events; he’s able to live life regularly until the afore mentioned event occurs.) If he does not say the words ‘I promise’ or ‘You have my word’, he is not bound, though he is highly compelled. As soon as he utters those words, he’s stuck with no way out, so he tries to avoid them at all costs. Anyone can reap the benfits of such a trait if they get his guardian to manipulate him. Liability.NOTE: Only his guardian can bind him by words. Little Dark Cloud – Bad luck follows Buckley around like a rain cloud. The bad luck intensifies with age. It’s unpredictable and uncontrollable, though it is usually triggered by violent emotions. Hatred, terror, or sorrow tend to bring out the most severe, dangerous bouts of misfortune that could be categorized as ‘doom’. Less strong emotions (anger, fear, or general sadness) lead to much less dramatic spells. He doesn’t learn how to control it until he’s a teen and even then, it’s only half-way developed. He can purposely set bad luck upon his peers, but he can’t control its severity or how it manifests itself. He also can’t control it in times of extreme emotion, and probably never will. His bad luck will never effect him, only those around him. Liability.Personality: Infant – As an infant, Buckley is very grabby. He likes to grab on to people’s clothes and tug. While he’s a pretty quiet sleeper, he’s always awake at dawn. He loves warm things and the light, especially to sleep in. The nighttime terrifies him; he’ll wail and wail if his room’s completely dark. Similar to a baby chick, he peeps and cheeps instead of making typical baby noises. Toddler – When he grows into a toddler, Buck has started taking an interest in picking up shiny objects such as spare change or a pretty marble. He takes things without asking and doesn’t usually return it unless he’s forced to. He always does as his guardian says and does so with minimal complaint. Buckley’s horribly afraid of the dark as well as small places; he still screams his little head off if he’s left alone in a dark room even at bedtime. He loves playing outside and he wants to be with the other children. He also still has an affinity for sunlight, warm things and soft objects. He seems to be a natural liar, his talent put to good use keeping him out of trouble. Buckley's found if his guardian can't figure out where his new treasures come from, he can't make him give them back. Buckley is beginning to become a very social creature. However, he's quiet, not a natural leader by any means. If all the other kids went and stood out in the middle of the road, Buckley would follow them without a second thought. In fact, if the leader told Buckley he had to go stand out in the middle of that road, Buckley wouldn't even ask him why. At this point in his life, the Liderc's drive to follow orders is a huge factor in Buck's submissive behaviors. Buckley does as he is told, period. This being said, his preference of flight over fight makes perfect sense; he has no desire to land himself on the bottom of the pecking order. Child - By the time Buckley reaches childhood, he’s realized his touch can make people sick. He’s also realized that bad luck seems to follow him but it never effects him, though he hasn’t noticed the correlation between intense emotion and the frequency of his peers’ ‘doom’. He’s starting to avoid people, his presence and it’s consequences generally make people cranky. Aggravated people frighten him, his will to survive starts to overpower his want to be social. In turn, Buck’s developed some sort of follower complex. When he is out, he clings to the leader of the group of playmates and does exactly as they say, rarely asking why. If he does what they say, they can’t get angry with him, right? In the same mentality, he frequently makes promises without thinking about it; he just wants to please people. He’s started stealing small objects and doesn’t seem to understand why such a deed in shameful or why he should regret it. He always follows him impulses. He tends to do dangerous things without thinking about it because he doesn’t understand the concept of consequences. Therefore, he gets starts getting angry, upset, or frightened for something he's done wrong. He hasn't put two and two together yet. Buckley is still incredibly afraid of the dark and small spaces. He will have acute panic attacks if he’s locked in a small place or he’s suddenly left alone in the dark. He frequently suffers night terrors, a combination of his fear of the dark and a side effect of the Liderc pressure. That power is still in the flux. He’s also starting to show a fear of sharp objects, like knives, but it emerges rarely enough that no one pays it any heed. He refuses to admit to these fears, simply because they could land him at the bottom of that dreaded pecking order. Buckley wants to be liked. Buckley wants friends. Little kid fears are not okay. Buck has started crowing at dawn. He loves warmth, sunlight, fluffy softness and he now really, honestly enjoys the company of friends as well as his family. Interestingly, he appears to have a miraculous knack for gambling, despite the fact no one formally taught him. Teen – As a teen, Buckley has gone from shy and holed up to incredibly reckless. His impulses are always getting the best of him. While he now understands consequences (or at least alludes to the fact that he does), he doesn’t appear to care and continues to be incredibly impulsive to the point where some people have to question his mental capabilities. He proves to be something of an irrational thinker and he always wants instant gratification. Now that he’s older, Buck is incredibly tired of trying to please everyone. He just doesn’t care anymore. His apathy keeps bouts of ‘doom’ to a minimum and it makes his strange abilities easier to deal with. Hey, if they get sick being around him, if they have bad luck, that’s their problem. They knew the consequences, so he isn’t going to bother feeling guilty about it. He’s sick of being submissive, but instead of being rebellious, he’s started to get wily. He tries to avoid making promises at all costs. He gets aggravated when his guardian cons him into things and know prefers his friends’ company to that of his family. Buckley’s become a very social animal and thus, he's starting to get frustrated with his Liderc pressure, especially with those hormones in full gear. He wants to touch his friends, but he can't. He can't even give someone a hug or he'd risk giving them a fever. Even as a teen, he hasn’t outgrown his love for naps in the sun, the outdoors and the soft fluffies of life. (He tries to keep such embarrassing things hushed up.) Buck cares more when he’s made fun of for things he can’t control, such as his chicken-like traits or his claustrophobia, than when he was a child. His fear of the dark has actually subsided with age as well his fear of sharp objects. He can deal with the dark and only becomes a little shaken up after long periods of darkness. He can handle also sharp objects now, but he still gets restless if someone, especially someone he doesn’t trust, has one in their hands, or even in their general area. However, his claustrophobia hasn’t improved at all and it might have even gotten worse. He has hysterical panic fits that can be very detrimental to his health (He may hyperventilate to the point of not being able to breath, pass out or even fall into a catatonic state. Fortunately, these responses only happen in the most extreme cases of fear.) Buckley tries to avoid all situations that could possible lead to being locked in a small space, even if the chance is remote. He’ll never admit it, but Buckley would still choose flight over fighting. Buck’s greatest passion in life is gambling, be it with cards, on races or on fights, legal or underground. He’s earned an incredible amount of wealth this way. He’s a master at all sorts of card games and has a knack for picking the winner. In fact, gambling has become Buckley’s defining trait. Addicted? Definitely. If there’s a way to work betting into a situation, Buck will do everything in his power to make it happen. He wants the most treasure he can find, and he’ll be damned before he stops stealing from anyone and everyone; with his newfound power over controlling other’s bad luck, he’s able to rig all games in his favor. Since physical contact (and thus an intimate relationship) is out, gambling has become his main source of pleasure. Buckley’s guardian is well aware of his addiction, but he doesn’t have the time or energy to make him break it. In truth, bringing Buckley to one of his jobs as a child is probably what got him hooked on betting in the first place. Buckley’s family is poor. Despite this, Buckley does not use any of his winnings from gambling or any of the objects he’s stolen to help the family’s situation. It may simply be that he is a very greedy creature and that is just what Lidercs do. He keeps his treasure hidden, and absolutely no one knows where Buckley hid it. Favorites:Color - Black Time of Day - Mid-Afternoon Food – Pasta Drink - Chocolate Milkshake Object – His personal deck of cards Article of Clothing – His set of sterling silver earrings Hobby – Gambling Place - On the apartment roof Often Heard Saying:“Yo.” “Hey! That’s mine!” As Seen in the Mythos:Appearance – Buckley’s hair is black, just like the hen he was spawned from. He also keeps the feathers woven in his hair, feathers from a black hen. He’s got feet like a rooster, with scales, talons and the heel spur. He also has his red mohawk-like thing, greatly resembling a c**k’s comb. Finally, he has the elegant tail of a rooster, something he is very proud of. In Buck’s personal myth, he receives scars after a vicious assault, which he carries on to his next life. Personality – Buckley’s aggression is directly related a rooster’s. If he feels challenged or feels his ‘brood’ (treasure in his case) is being threatened, he’s not afraid to attack, even if it is clearly not the best choice. He’s afraid of being at the bottom of the pecking order, so he does his best not necessarily to fit in, but at least please the crowd enough to keep their distaste away from him. Chickens are pack animals, and so is Buckley. He wants to be outside and he wants to be with his friends. His favorite things mostly come from a baby chick, the warmth, the sunlight and fluffy things. (Have you ever noticed how they always seem to want to snuggle on blankets and each other?) The other favorites: Black (like the black hen), Mid-Afternoon (warmest part of the day), Pasta (starchy and resembles a worm), Cards (he’s a hardcore gambler), Earrings (one of the first things he won playing cards), Gambling (his means of treasure), and the Roof (a high point that is quiet, perfect to catch the sunrise and a perfect place to take a nap in the sun). Buckley’s most important features, his drive for treasure, his greed/selfishness and his urge to follow orders can be directly attributed to his past life as a Liderc. The demon was supposed to serve his master’s every wish, even if it destroyed them and they hoarded gold. These days, thievery is much harder than it was in Buckley’s past life, so instead of outright stealing, Buck resorts to swindling (with the occasional pickpocket). In Buck’s past life, he was brutally stabbed, leaving him with an unexplained fear of sharp objects. He was killed via suffocation, locked in a tree hollow to die while someone stole his treasure. Now he fears the darkness and small places. While he eventually puts the fear of darkness behind him, small places will always bring thoughts of an unpleasant death and the loss of all his hard work, and they will always bring on panic attacks.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:11 pm
The Guardian Second GenerationName|| Zackary Answers to|| Zack Gender|| Male Age|| Somewhere in his mid-twenties. Species|| Human...I think. Occupation|| A jack of all trades and a master of none, he can't hold a steady job. Personality|| Zack is pretty typical for a man in his mid-twenties. He’s loud and outspoken, perfectly comfortable saying exactly what’s on his mind to a complete stranger. It doesn’t really occur to him they might not want hear what he has to say. He’s full of energy only when he wants to be and lazy when it’s beneficial. He’s the all-glory-no-work type of guy. He likes being the center of attention, especially with his close friends. He’s a show off and loves to impress people; he’s always looking for recognition from his buddies. He doesn’t really waste his time helping strangers but he doesn’t see anything wrong with helping friends in a pinch. Mind you, it doesn’t stop him from having fun at their expense (which is one of his favorite hobbies), but he’s not totally inept. He can usually sober up when someone really needs him to. Usually. Other than that, he’s rarely serious. Life is too short to be taken seriously. He lives his life to his own soundtrack. (Quite literally. He’s almost always got headphones on. They only come off for the shower.) Appearace|| Zack has unruly black hair and emerald green eyes. He usually dresses pretty casually, either jeans and a t-shirt or slacks and an untucked dress shirt. He has a silver earring in his left ear and is occasionally found with a few other pieces of simple jewelry. He’s about six feet tall and is of a good build. He’s actually pretty muscular, no, not gross, but the muscles are undeniably there. The one thing Zack is never seen without is his headphones. He’s a music addict. If his music player died, he’d probably suffer withdrawl. Hobbies|| Music, television, video-games, and, of late, hanging out with Osha (Yes, that's right. A toddler)...generally, being lazy Likes|| Electronics, takeout, summer evenings, sleeping, clubbing Dislikes|| Formal dating, nagging people, chores, hard labor, rules Favorite Food|| Takeout…or anything he doesn’t have to cook. Color|| Silver Place|| The roof Time of Day|| Evening Item|| Headphones Song|| Wishmaster Person|| Seamus…likes Osha a lot too Love Life|| Zack says that’s a secret.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:19 pm
FamilySecond Generation Name: Osha Gender: Male Personality: Osha isn't a boy of many words, but he's by no means shy. He loves people, loves making them happy. He rarely speaks, usually pantomiming or drawing. He loves color. Being a much more submissive personality than Buckley, he'd let Buck do as he will. He doesn't tell people what to do. Being the older sibling, he'll be very attached to Zack. He doesn't not like Buckley, he just has a hard time with such an obnoxious sibling. Name: Devakanya Gender: Female Personality: Devakanya is a mute. No one knows why. She's also painfully shy and easily frightened. She carries around a stuffed horse named Blackie everywhere she goes. She's completely submissive, even more so than Osha and wouldn't get in Buckley's way. She'll be indifferent towards him, unless he proves to take care of her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:21 pm
The Gallery A gift from Chibi! heart
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:23 pm
Take Your Bow!Anya! XD - The incredible creator artist of the Fa'e! Thanks for giving me a short little critique. See how much he changed? Chibi Sheepcat - Oh, Chibi, how I love you. heart Thank you for all your help and support. I'd never have seen this place if not for her. She made me my lovely banners too and helped my find a myth. Love for Chibi! Lucifer Force - Thank you for your donation and all your plotting-ness with Chibi and I! Just having someone to talk to went Chibi went missing was a huge help! Black Duvet - Thank you for the critique! Arrien, Aki Ani and Puchiko - Thanks for working with me on that bit of toe-stepping! Teh-Pandy - Lovely Zack arts. <3 Am es Errantes - Osha's home. Liderc Websites - [x] [x] [x] [x]Base for Pixel - [x]Luff to you all! heart ...these are all from my Fa'e quest, but sense it didn't change, I don't see why the credit can't be here too.
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Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2007 3:24 pm
Buckley yawned, flipping through his deck of cards. It was sweltering outside, the hot summer sun mercilessly scorching anyone foolish enough to wander outside. Buckley was not one of those people. Instead he and his brother and sister were all lounging in front of the AC in the TV room. Buckley claimed the itchy old couch for himself, leaving Osha and Devakanya to sprawl themselves like ice melting on the carpet.
“Bored,” the boy declared, yawning again. He stretched, groaning as limbs creaked. What to do, what to do? He flipped the cards back and forth with all the grace and skill of a blackjack dealer. Huh. Now there was a potential profession he actually wouldn’t mind looking into. Just, not right now. It was too hot to think. “You guys wanna play cards?”
Osha eyed his brother. Devakanya gave him an incredulous look.
“M’not an idiot,” Osha replied, shaking his head and pushing red bangs from his face. “You always win.” He sighed. Just once, he’d like to beat the smug rooster, but he knew it’d never happen. Buckley didn’t cheat. He didn’t have to. He wasn’t even lucky, he just made everyone else terribly unlucky. He’d pull crap hand after crap hand while Buckley pulled something mediocre and managed to win every single round.
“We can just play fer fun,” Buckley grumbled, giving Osha an irritated look. “Doesn’t matter if I win, i’ shou’ be fer th’ fun a’ playin’,” he continued cheekily, nodding sagely.
Osha snorted. “No, thank you. Every game with you always turns into a bet.”
“Does not!”
“I’m not arguing with you over it,” Osha replied crossly, folding his arms over his chest.
“Fine. Whatever,” he grumbled, flicking black hair out of his face. “M’goin’ out,” he declared, rising to his face with surprising grace.
Devakanya looked up and frowned, pointing outside. Buckley looked at her quizzically. What was she trying to tell him, exactly?
“The sun,” Osha sighed. “She thinks it’s too hot out for you.”
Buckley blinked, glancing back over at his unicorn sister. “Really?” The girl nodded. Buckley shrugged. “Don’ worry ‘bout it, pretty girl. Hot don’ bother me.” He pointed to his feet, claws digging into the carpet. “Chicken feet. Made fer th’ outdoors n’ elements n’ all that s**t.” He gave her another sage nod. “Tell Zack I wen’ out.”
“Where are you going?” Osha asked, sitting up. The cold air blasted his face, blowing his hair back.
Buckley snorted. “Everywhere. Anywhere. I don’t know. Out. Probably gamblin’, since y’all aren’t up for bettin’. N’ I probably won’ be back ‘til late either.” Who knew where he’d end up tonight? The bar? The race track? A back alley? Any and all sounded good to him.
Osha shrugged, content to flop down to the floor as Buckley strolled over to the door. Devakanya quickly followed suit, wilting down to get in the full force of the fan again, but not before giving her brother one last, long look. Buckley gave her a two-fingered salute, gliding to the kitchen and plucked a set of house keys from the shelf. He put them in his pocket and slipped out the door, careful not to slam it. Cranky old Miss Lulu next door might have a cow.
He trotted past the elevator that had long since seen its last day and jumped down the first flight of stairs, wheeling on the linoleum before hopping down the next flight. This went on for five stories. When he finally reached to bottom, he nodded to the man and his pregnant wife heading up and darted out the cloudy glass door.
Extraordinarily baggy pants hid the rooster feet, but nothing could hide the fire-engine red mohawk. Not that he minded, really. Anyone that gave him a strange look was promptly given a fierce scowl and flipped the bird to boot. He was on auto-pilot and hardly had to pay attention as he wound his way further into the dying city. He could read the fresh graffiti or notice that black car had been parked on the curb for three days now, maybe no one would notice if he hot-wired it. Did he know how to hot-wire? He could always look it up. No such thing as too many hobbies.
He clandestinely dropped down a flight of stairs at the foot of someone’s apartment, knocking on the rather worn looking door thrice. It creaked open and Buckley stepped into the dimly light room, air thick with cigarette smoke, beer and a long day’s sweat. Men where clumped here and there, a table and cards always in the middle of a group.
Buckley inhaled deeply, smiling as he headed over to the nearest table with an open seat. “Hey, fellas,” he greeted to group, nodding to a few friends as he slid into the blue fold-out chair. “How ya been?”
He wasn’t really listening to answers as they handed him the well worn deck, shuffling them with automatic motions, a smile bright on his face.
There was no place like home.
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2007 7:56 pm
Hahaha. >_>;; Just hanging here, yes.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 4:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2007 4:54 pm
Heyla, Des. Not much to say, just wanted to tell you that t'ward the end of your prompt, you used 'where' instead of 'were'.
I luff teh Bucky-boy. ^^;
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