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 Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 4:31 pm
|___ G R A F F ___| 
Welcome to Graff's Meruhen!
This is a journal for Zero Dream, so please don't post without her permission unless dropping off a gift.
Journal Props and (c) to Anya, for spawning a trend. .: Stats :. Str: 2 End: 5 Int: 3 Eth: 2 Luc: 5 Chr: 4 PerStr: 2 [Evasion/Speed] PerWk: 1 [Strength] .: Bond/Family Info :. - Bond: n/a Parent [a]: Ogre's Lab .: Wakareme :. .: Bulletin Board :.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 4:51 pm
| Whatcha wanna know ? | Name : Daniel Stryd Nickname : Graff Sex : Male Age : 16 Type : Paint Species : Doushikai Position : Variable/Unsure Personality : Active, smartass Ability : Burst - Uses some magical energy to enable him to reach speeds he usually is unable to achieve for a short laps of time, he mostly uses this ability without noticing it. Turn ons : Grafitti, Rollerskating, Action Turn offs : Laws, too much order Looks : 5'8", Spiky hairs, grayish blue in color. Gray eyes with spiral-ish pupils, but they're almost always hidden behind his googles, with a piercing in his right eyebrow. He's never without his sidebag, full of spray cans, and usually wearing street clothes, green and white being his favorite colors, and some kind of studded collar. If he's not in rollerblades, then he's wearing black boots.... but rollerblades are MUCH more likely. Education : High School-level Occupation : "Street Artist", works in a bakery part-time, he handle deliveries Marital status : Single Family : Adoptive mother and father, both dead trough Diction/accent : Nothing too perticular, appart a few "yo" Relationships : A few short flings, nothing too longlasting or memorable Sexual history : Again, not too much, mostly experimental relations Places : Appartment above the bakery he works for Possessions : Rollerskates, enough can of spray paint to make someone choke, alot of assorted jewely, his lucky coin Hobbies : Rollerblading, tagging walls Obsessions : Being the fastest man-on-wheels as he can possibely be Beliefs : Everyone has their own creative power, their very own thing that makes them into the person they are. Politics : All they want is money, no matter who's in power Ambitions : Living his life his own way, and having fun Religion : None Superstitions : He has "lucky" objects - ie a lucky coin given by his father that he carries on his person at any given time, that he believe protects him Fears : Death, loneliness Attitude : A bit of a smartass, Graff is extremely easy going and vocal - he doesn't worry when he should, and defintively worries when he SHOULDN'T. Not the most logical boy in the world, and it's actually a wonder he manages to live on his own without winding up skipping work all the time. XD; Taste in books/music/etc : Science-fiction books, techno and hip-hop music Foods : Cheese pizza, soda, corndogs Handwriting : Pointy, but actually readable Astrological sign : Leo Talents : His balance is pretty good, he can skate on small rails and things like that, he can also go on for a long time before tiring out. Very good at landscapes and tags, but really, really suck at drawing people. Special : Sightly highened dark vision because of his pupils. History : Graff was created in Ogre's labs on Imperial, but somehow got himself lost when he was little, and adopted by an human couple that lived in the south, that named him Daniel. He went trough life without any hard events, really... Just noticing that he seemed naturally faster than most of his friends. His adoptives parents where killed soon before the fall of Imperial, and the young teen found himself alone until he made it on a boat to Elysium. He's not quite sure how he survived, but he knows that most of his friends died, and quickly got over it - no use dragging on the past, anyway. Upon finding a job and a place in Elysium, Graff turned back into his old habits of street-tagging, leaving his trace almost everywhere he goes in the urban city, making it beautiful in his own way. He knows what Doushikai is, and doesn't really have any opinion about them, and he is even less aware that he is, in fact, one himself....
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 4:52 pm
| My turf, yo. Wipe your feet. | There's nothing really... special about Graff's residence. It occupates the whole second story of a bakery shop called Sweet Nothings, where he works, and gets to rent the space from the owner at half-price, who originally loved there but since then moved with her husband in an house a few streets away. The rent is automaticly taken from his pay, so he doesn't have to worry about it. Handy, no ? With this, trough, it's Graff's duty to close the shop every night. Keeping in mind that it covers the whole second story, it is quite large.... and in constant state of chaos, unless his boss happens to be visiting in the near future. There's actually two bedrooms, but he actually only uses one - the other works as the storage room for all his paint cans... @.@; He actually got the permission to paint the walls, and took this really seriously - the walls of all the rooms but the bathroom where made by him and his spray cans - his bedroom in perticular sunset/night sky theme that he considers his best work to date. The living room has an urban/steet time, the storage room is just covered in random tags and paint color tests, and the kitchen a 50's restaurant theme. Graff has a cat, with a fuse on his head (o_O) named Firestrike, which is one of the only thing he is actually responsible to a fault about.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 4:54 pm
| Peeps I know. Hurt my pals and wind up with a rollerblade in yer face. | Shira (boss-lady) : The main cook and owner of the bakery Graff works at, she cares for him much like you'll expect a mother, giving her own tidbits and advice that Graff well.... usually ignores, but he does have an attachment to the woman, even trough she's old enough to be his mother, and would be the first to spring to her defence if something ever came up. Eihwaz (Old man) : Graff well... skated right into him one day. He think of the sandy blonde as... kinda wierd, but kinda interesting at the same time, and doesn't mind listening to what he has to say. He mistaked the pale blonde for gray trough, causing a nice flurry of old man / brat callings to insue...
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 4:57 pm
| Well, of course I have some swag... |
Tell anyone I still have plushes, and yer dead.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 4:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2005 5:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 6:22 pm
I used to think that I was strong
Until the day it all went wrong... Quote: Hey, yo. Well... I was a little down today (s'was a dumbass reason... ...well okay I was missing dad. S'till a dumbass reason !) and I think Shira (that be my boss-lady, by the way - she makes the most sinful cream puffs ever. I dun cook, I deliver, dun ask me how she does it.) noticed it by the end of tha day, but I didn't tell her a thing - she'lld prolly find it funny an' call me a little kid again. Anyhoo she said I should probabely keep a journal or some s**t to let out those things, huge monologue about how ill't eat me for inside an' she didn't wanta see that and all that, ah.... wasn't really listening. Silly Shira, does she thinks she's my mom or somethin' ?
Well, half a second later I had a book shoved in my hands, an hand patting me on tha head (damnit, my 'do !), and tha lady told me with this little smile of her's "You can go Daniel, ill close tonight."
Why can't she call me Graff like everyone else ? I shoulda used that on the employment form instead of my real stuff...
Anyhoo, well, tha book is the one im writtng this stuff right now, ah got my lucky coin right on the side of the table.
Ah miss dad... Stupid demons. Ah wish I coulda done something, really.... Ah miss mom too, but oddly not as much - boss lady's just like mah mom now.
But Shira dunnah understand really. I remember it all, yah... I was a tiny little boy then. 13. The screams and the blood... the pain. It's still there, ah doubt ill ever forget. 3 years ago... Stupid demons. I hope they're all dead...
I still say am being stupid.... but it does feel better.... ah guess... Whateva. Now I got this song in ma head... Betta go do something, yanno.... constuctive. Kick myself out of this slump. I gotta go pick some kitty munchies for Firestrike anyway. 'lata.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 8:30 pm
// A walk in the park Wrong. Something was terribly terribly wrong. For one, he had no idea where he was. For two? There were things whizzing past him as he stood in the center of a rather busy square trying to figure out his map. He had never been bothered by maps and charts before but now? In this new city?
He snorted softly as stormy gray eyes lifted to search the square, looking for something like one of the landmarks on his map.Boring.... things where definitively boring. a bag in an hand, the young man skated along the sidewalk without paying much attention, arms behind his head as the bag smacked onto his back, giving the small rattle perticular to dried cat food. He shifted out of that position when we went for a turn, and decided to see how fast his rollerskates would let him go today, and everything became a blur.
Including the man right in front.
BLAM - nothing less than a frontal colision really, sending the blue haired boy on his a**, with not much damage as a broken ego and spawled groceries, but then something crossed his mind.
"Oi, old man ! Am sorry, yet allright ?"Old... Man? He blinked in his own bewilderment from his seat on the ground, map crumpled and somewhat torn on his lap. A slender finger moved to nudge glasses up onto the bridge of his nose. "I'm not old... But I'm fine. You, sir, should watch where you're going.""Yeah, yeah..." After a roll of eyes thanksfully hidden under dark googles, Graff flipped himself back on his skates and threw his hand torward the gray-haired one to help him up when his gaze felt on the map.
"Yer looking for some place ?" Well, he -did- just run him over, being nice was probabely a good idea.Grey eyes flickered towards the offered hand before glancing up at the young man. He opted to ignore the hand and stand on his own, folding the map as best he could while doing so. "I am trying to find out where in blazes I am, boy." If the wheel'd one was going to call him old than he was going to do his best to make him feel even younger."Geez, im just trying to help." Graff strugged, visibely not minding the title too much at all, "No need to get into grumpy mode. Yer in the center of the city now... Right here." He said, pointing idely at the map before going ahead and picking up his groceries, putting them back in the bag. "Ye can get pretty much anywhere from there, good place to get lost really. I figure yer new to the city ?""Goodness... Whatever gave you the first notion?" He blinked, brow furrowing darkly for a moment. Being in the center of the city really wasn't much help... Especially if the city truly was the size of the whole continent. "Stupid portal... Runes must've been misplaced..."He just shrugged. "Whatever, whatever, not important." He skated back, peeking at the map again from sideways. "Portal ? Ye know magic ? Ye came from Imperial ?" The boy was a bit curious now. There *was* an increment of people with abilities showing up..."Know is such a relative term. I can use magic... Somewhat... But there is always more that one can learn about it; thusly knowing more in the process." He nodded as if his words made all of the sense in the world. "Somewhere in Imperial... I think... Possibly.""Shoulda figured, people from Imperial always get lost in here. Ah did too." He shrugged a little. "Yer gonna tell me where you want to go somewhere this year ? I can probabely lead you there."A sheepish smile passed over his lips as slender digits tugged through his sand colored hair. "In truth? I'm not quite sure where it is that I'm going. But, now that I know where I am, I suppose I could look at the map again to decide, yes?"An eyebrow rose, as the boy stopped his small laps around the area, and somehow managed to remain in balance on his skates. "...How can ye be lost when you dunno where you're going ? Yer not making much sence here... ...Well kinda..." He pondered out loud, but shook his head."I can be lost in the meaning that I do not know where I am... But, now that I know where I am, I can be lost in the sense that I don't know where the place that I am going will be?" His brow furrowed slightly once more as he found himself lost in an odd train of thought. "Perhaps if you told me where you were going I'd know where I might end up?""....Yer confusing me now." Graff mumbeled, but then shrugged. "No matter. "I was going back home, maself. Nothing too special, trough I might go out again later.""Well... I certainly wasn't going there." He chuckled to himself before looking back up to the young man. "I suppose I should thank you for your help... Even if you knocked me to the ground.""I allready said I was sorry." The spiky-haired boy pouted a bit. "Well, if I was you ill'd go get a room somewhere if you don't. S'gonna be dark soon, and the streets arn't really the safest place ever at night for someone like ya.""Someone like me?" A delicate eyebrow raised as a hand moved to nudge glasses firmly into place once more. "And what, pray tell, do you think 'someone like me' might consider safe?""'Dunno, im not in yer head.... peace and quiet ?" He shrugged. "Ah well, if you run in some more "boys" with less honorable intentions than me, 'snot gonna be my fault, neh.""Less than honorable?" He blinked as he crossed his arms over his chest. "I beg your pardon... But I know that there are many who are not 'honorable' out and about in this world today. One would have to be... A fool to not know that.""That'll prolly surprise ya, but I've meet a bunch of em fools." He shrugged, letting himself fall on a bench nearby. "S'always good to be careful, the people from Imperial sometime think Elysium is heaven.""Simply because Elysian is what some believed the 'heaven' was called... It's more of a field, of course... At least, that's what some of the books that I've read say." He nodded slowly as his eyes followed the young man. "Mayhap you should be careful as well. How on earth did you know I was not one of those with... Impure intentions?""Even if ye where, ye might have trouble trying to catch up with me." He grinned. "Im one of tha fastest in there when I feel like it. Earlier was nothing. Ye seem to have read alot of books or somethin... Kinda wierd, I didn't know that.""A certain rune when traced in the right place could easily serve as a trap just waiting to be sprung." He smirked as his voice took on an almost smug tone. "Books are a great source of knowledge... One can learn many things from them.""Meh, whatever, ya don't seem the type. And even if ya where, ya got no reason to bother with a little kid, eh ?" He let his skates lay on top of the trashcan right ahead of him. "I get bored with books easy, appart the science fiction ones. Too many big words I dun give a s**t about and that's not useful in my dayly life. Waste 'o time, really, unless yer a magician or a scholar or some s**t.""In that case, should we meet again I'll be sure to find a book with pretty pictures." He said rather simply in a tone that was neither serious nor humerous. Stormy eyes lifted to the sky. "Perhaps you're right... I should find a room for the night... And continue my explorations come morning.""See ? Im right." The teen nodded, spinging to his feet again. "Well, old man, if you want to do that, then giving me yer name would help. 'Slong as you don't try to read me bedtime stories...""Who said anything about reading to you? The books that I read involve those 'big words' that you don't seem so keen on." His smirk lingered on for a moment before fading into something akin to a soft smile. "Name's Eihwaz.""Well, usually, "books with pretty pictures" are the little fairytales book you read for brats, no ? Im not -this- stupid..." Graff seemed more amused than mad, trough. This one was fun. "Ya can call me Graff, that's what everyone calls me.""Graff... Bratt... Both one sylable... Close enough." He teased for a moment before poking at his glasses again. "There are other books with pictures that aren't fairy tales. You just need to know which section to look in.""Now, now, old man, you're treading into dangerous grounds...." There was nothing threatening in his voice trough just a small bit of amusement. He had better things to do than pick fights with someone that could probabely own his a** with a rune."So are you, little boy..." He snorted softly as he pulled out his map once more in order to start searching for a tavern in which he'd be able to find a proper room. "I told you... I'm not an old man."< "Only old men call me a brat. It works both way..." He gave this tiny little smile. "If yer lookin', there's a place a few streets from here. Pretty cozy, the owner is a pretty one.... Grumpy little thing trough, so ya need to not make too much noise, tho I doubt that'lld be a problem with you.""Fine fine... Brat." He chuckled despite his seriousness. "I suppose I'll be off to find this place then... And I thank you for bumping into me so that I might find where it was that I am.""Thank ye too I guess... Yer pretty interesting.... old geezer. Maybe ill catch ya again and you can tell me where ya went." He threw his hand in the air as he started to skate off. "See ye !"He watched the strange young man skate off into the distance before heading off in the direction of the 'cozy place'. Hopefully he'd find it... If not, he'd end up somewhere else... And hopefully it'd be just as cozy.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2005 4:51 pm
Quote: So ya.... a few days ago I met this guy. Well... more like ran straight into him while skating, but ya didn't hear that. Anyway he's like.... a little bit wierd... 'an calls me a brat alot... So ah call him old man. His name was Ei... something ? Anyhoo, this Ei fellow... yah as I said he's kinda wierd, but ah dun mind him that much. He was kinda nice 'ctually... He was lost but he didn't know where he was goin. How can ya be lost if ya don't know where yer going ? Ya might just be right where ya want to be... whateva. Ah pointed him to a tavern... 'Wonder if ah'll get to see him 'gain, I wouldn't mind, and ah kinda wonder if he found where he was goin'.
...He looks real smart trough. Ah mean the book kind of smart, so ah wonder if he'll know what be up with ma eyes... Just like that. Dunno if it's safe ta show him trough... Boss-lady saw em once and she about freaked off. 'Twas so wierd... Some days ah wonder if there be something wrong with me somehow, ah saw people with wings and horns and all that kinda wierd s**t, but no one with eyes kinda like mine.
Meh, whateva. 'Snot too important 'slong as im not blind.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2005 7:53 pm
// Sunday The sound of a spraycan was probabely was the most proeficient thing to be noticed, yet Graff didn't seem to be too worried as he put the finishing touchs on his lastest tag, leaping off the trashcan and slipping the blue can into the bag at his side, grinning.
"Ah ya, perfect." Satisfied, he began to skate off.He had awoken to find himself within the strange confines of someone's home... On a couch, to be precise... In a living room, at that. It was only after looking around that he realized whose home he was in... Pengryf. That strange sorcerer.
When no trace of the man was found within the walls of the apartment he scrawled a little note of thanks and, beside it, he left a piece of gold as payment for board. He then made his way down the stairs and back out onto the streets... He had a library to find.This time, thanksfully, Graff wasn't going too fast, but then neither did he seem to be giving too much attention to things, grinding on a nearby fence and not really noticing Ei until the last second, where he flashed a grin and landed on his feet.
"Hey, old man ! Did you finally find where you wanted to go, after all ?"His brow furrowed as a voice touched his ears... A voice mingling with words that had caused him some sort of previous grief. "I am not old. Can you not see that with your own eyes, brat?" He huffed, robed arms crossing over his chest. "Do you nothing but pester people?""Welllll exccuuussseeeeee me... In a bad mood today ah see ?" His expression changed to sightly annoyed. "'scuse me for wondering then, oh master of bookstuff. Ah just asked ya a question ! And ah havn't seen many young dudes with gray hairs.""Pray tell... Are you color blind? My hair is the color of sand... Not of the clouds." He huffed as grey eyes lifted to gaze upon the terror on wheels. "At least you have yet to run me down.""Color blind ? Hell no, whatcha talking about ?!?"
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facepalm.
"Ah wait. It's those." He said, pointing at the googles. "They darken colors, ya see..." He lifted them a little, just to peek...
"...Ah ya. Sorry." Well, he did seem genuinely sorry. "Ah always forget, too used to have 'em stuck in my face, yanno ?""If they darken colors then wouldn't my hair be brown rather than gray?" His head tilted out of curiosity as he tried to peer beneath the goggles. "Have you ever thought that perhaps you should not wear what causes your sight to be so strange?""Naw, it looks more like some kinda dark gray... Something like that." He shrugged a bit. "'An well, s'ta long story. Better that I wear em, ma eyes are kinda wierd.""There are many odd things around this city..." He muttered as he shook his head, bangs fluttering about his face as he did so. "Do you know where the library is?""Yeah, ah noticed, People with horns and wings and things." The blue haired boy shugged, gliding into an half-circle. "'Sjust an habit if anything, ah guess. And that depends on what library ya mean.... Ei, wassit ? There be quite a few around 'here.""Eihwaz." He corrected. That made two people who seemed either too dim or too lazy to call himself by his full name. "More than one? Which one is near to this area then. I suppose I could start at one and move on to the next.""Hmmm...." Graff continued to trail in circles as he thought, finally stopping after a few seconds. "Back the way ya came, actually. Instead of goin' north, ya should have gone east. It's right on the steet there, a little bit further down. Ah can show you if ya want.""Compass." He made another note as to things he would need to purchase once he found a shop to do so. Of course, the library was his primary concern. "How do you know so much about this city? Have you been here long?" He fired off questions one after another before recalling that the man had asked him one. "Yes. That would be nice if you could show me.""Hmmm." Graff was allready on his way, but was going much slower than he usually did, to his credit, in order not to have the other man lose sight of him.
"Around a year or so ? My memory stinks." He grinned, putting his hands in the pocket of his white jeans. "Or is it a year 'n an half... ah well, ya get the idea." He didn't seem to mind questions too much. "Ah still don't know the whole place by heart. That city is way too damn big."He moved after the man with a strange sort of grace to his walk. Something may have seemed almost mechanical about it for a moment... But only for a moment. "I have been here... Three days now. I think. Two if I fell asleep and woke up on the same day. What day is today?"Graff did not notice a bit of it, or if he did, the teen didn't care. Himself, he was moving as if he was about to dash off any moment, but it was most likely only in his nature, as he showed no sign of picking up any speed, his body straight instead of croutched, like he did when he was aiming to go as fast as possible. "Sunday. Which is cool because ah don't haveta work on sundays. Yer doing pretty good for someone who's been in here only three days... or two." Again, he shrugged - stupid details. "Ah figure the library was what ye where searching for all along ?""Three days." He nodded. "But... Today is Sunday? I believe libraries are closed on Sundays." He stopped dead in his tracks, arms dropping down to his sides as he did so. He certainly felt defeated. Graff breaked a well, looking just a bit like a little kid who had forgotten the most important part of a note.
"Ah, right.... oops.""Sunday... The seventh day in which man, for some reason, rests. It is not fair." Something akin to a pout passed over his lips. Something about it made him seem... Child like.This coming from the man that kept calling him a brat ? Graff somehow managed to repress his laughter, thanksfully enough.
"....Come ta think of it, all the shops with paint are closed too..."
Thus, he joined the sand-haired one into pouting.He turned to the side and flopped down onto a nearby stoop, drawing his knees up to his chest. Sitting still in this position he looked very much like a carving of a man clad in clothing rather than a real man. "What does one do on Sundays then?"Graff sat - well, more like tumbeled beside him, using his hands to stop the fall and shift into a sitting position.
"Well usually I hang with with a few pals.... But they completely ditched me... Assholes." He rested his head on his arms, this time visibely noticing and giving it a little attention, much like a curious child. "What do ya usually do on sundays ? I mean, before ya came here.""I..." His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to think of what exactly it was that he did. Most of the memories seemed like a blur... He remembered books... And someone talking. "I believe that I read in order to learn more. There was a grand library in the home that I resided within.""Sounds grand if you're in that kinda thing." He answered, setting his googles on his forehead for a moment as he rubbed his eyes. "Gawd damn... Musta put them back on wierdly, it itches like crazy now...""Your eyes itch?" He tilted his head to the side as he turned towards the one on wheels, eyebrow raising slightly. "Perhaps you should take your goggles off for a while and let your eyes see the light.""Every now 'an then, I think the side pokes wierdly or something if ah put them on too fast." He shrugged and let go, trough he didn't slide them back down. Hey, his fault if he was freaked off, right ?
His eyes where a deep silvery-gray, but that was not what was so "strange" about them - instead of a round pupil, both where spiral-like in nature.If the mage found anything odd about the other man's eyes he said nothing to that effect. Instead he merely blinked before turning away. "Glasses are strange. Mine are always falling from my fa--." It was then that he realized that he was not wearing his glasses. The other mage must have removed them... How had he not noticed it?"Yah." He shrugged, then raised an eyebrow. "...Where did yer glasses go, anyway ?"He moved his hand as if he were going to push them back up out of habit and, when he found that there was nothing there, he simply rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I may have left them at the place where I passed the night.""Ahhhhh. That sucks. I've never forgotten anything behind me tho." He shrugged, glancing up at the sky to watch the clouds, squiting a bit as they where not too used to direct sunlight."I do not usually wear glasses." He muttered softly as his eyes lowered to the ground. They had been something that he had picked up somewhere. He had been told that they made him look intelligent. "...Why do you wear 'em then ? That sounds kinda silly, I mean, why wear em if you don't need em ?" the blue haired boy shrugged. "Sounds kinda useless.""Why do you wear your goggles? Are the necissary? Do they help you see?" He questioned in return as inwardly he mourned the loss of his posessions in a way that only one who did not yet know where to get new ones could do."Well, kinda." He shugged. "Ah don't need 'em to see but some people used to really freak off when they saw my eyes. Ya see, where ah grew up, there wasn't really as much wierd people as there is here. 'twas mostly humans.""Humans. There are many of them here. I am a human... And I met a human with horns last night." He nodded slowly. Of course he had read tales of other races but, to his knowledge, he had never seen one before. As far as he knew, at least..."Dunno... I think it's different. I've never heard of an human having horns. Maybe something else ?" Graff shrugged. "But then humans don't have ******** up eyes, so im not probabely one to talk.""Humans have many things. Some wear patches over their eyes so they cannot be perfect." He nodded slowly. "Are you worried about what others will think?""Accidents happen, ya... And..." He felt sillent a moment, thinking. "...Ah guess. Just a little. Ah don't have alot of friends, yanno ?""Friend..." His arms tightened around his knee as the word fell from his lips. "I do not have friends. I have... Tutors and instructors. Or... I had them."Graff blinked. "...How wierd, yer not that bad of a guy..." Another pause. "...Well, this brat can be yer friend, if ya want him to ?" He did his best to give the other man a warm smile.A strange sort of smile slipped over his lips as he looked up. "I believe that I would like that... Graff, was it not?" He scanned his memory for names. That was one of two new names, one that he could actually call to mind. It had to be right."Yah." He nodded. It was strange... Even if not an "old man", the other still seemed a bit older than he was, and yet he seemed clueless about things the teen had always assumed to be common knowledge for everyone... It was wierd and... ratter facinating, in a strange way. "That's what people call me." He grinned."I call you 'brat' but that does not make it your name." He shrugged as he stood, brushing the dust from the stoop off of his robes. He wasn't going to find his glasses by sitting here for the rest of the day."Well allright, if ya want to be picky." He pushed himself off with his hands and did a few circles to regain his balance. "My name's Daniel. But I usually go by Graff.""Daniel." He set that memory in the back of his mind alongside the others. "It sounds nothing like Graff. Why do people call you that instead?"
"One of my old buds back on Imperial called me that all the time, because im a street artist and I make graffitis." He grinned, holding still. "He died tho. 'still have people call me that out of habit 'cause I ask em to.""I am sorry for the loss of your friend." For some reason his words sounded rehearsed... Even if he had never said that phrase before. Imperial sounded familiar. He wondered why. "I should go and find my glasses.""'Allright..." He sounded pretty used to it. "Yeah, 'would suck if someone took 'em. I prolly should go back home myself. Ma cat's waiting on his fish." He grinned."We will meet again, I am sure. You seem to appear everywhere." That strange smile slipped over his lips once more as he looked to the man. "Until we meet again.""Ya.... 'am annoying like that." He winked, before sliding his googles back down, turning and waving his hand before he turned to another street and dissapaired.He shook his head slowly as he stood there in his confusion. For a moment he supposed that he should have asked which direction they had just come from... But the moment was fleeting. He would find his way back. Somehow.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 3:45 pm
Quote: God damn. I forgot all about this dumb thing until boss-lady saw me upset again last night. ********. Let's write, then.
All my friends are being uptight little bitches lately. It is something in the air or something ? And well, there was that cute dude I had spotted, I was gonna give it a try, but he saw my eyes while I was washing my face at the restaurant's bathroom. Needless to say he scammed like his butt was on fire.
That's WHY I wear googles, damnit ! God damn ********... The only thing that hasn't given me s**t this week was Firestrike.
...And Ei. I havn't seen him all week, but there was twice more order than usual so I was out alot. That man's a bit wierd... guilible ? Innocent ? I dunno how to explain it. I like him trough. He didn't do a fuzz when I showed him. I really wanta see him again, talk to him a bit. Might make me feel betta. Meh.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 6:57 pm
Quote: "Thank you for your purchase!"You recieve a small box addressed to 'Graff', from the Bishop Traders Corp. A small packing slip and warning label decorate the box. Quantity 1: Warning: Item may have adverse, untested effect. No refunds. Enjoy! /not repsonsible for loss of limb, sanity, and/or home. Do not use while operating heavy machinery. Quote: What. the. ******** found this box on my doorstep. I dun remember ordering anything... Not a mistake trough, my name's on it. It's a pretty kickass ring tho... All green and sparkly.
...Finder keepers ! Buhaha.
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 8:55 am
Quote: Daaaamn. Boss-lady's getting a whole lotta buisness lately for some reason, izzere something special going on ? it's insane ! Alot of deliveries...
Still wondering about the ring. Maybe it's the guy that ditched me on the date that sent it ? ...HAHAHA NO, he's a ******** moron, there's no way in hell he'll think about it. Meh. Ah shouldn't think of stupid things.
Still wondering where Ei went. Ah used to run into him all the time, and now he,s nowhere ta be found. Probabely locked up in a library or something... Silly guy and his books. Ah need to catch him again somedays.
My week so far is less shitty than last week, just extremely damn busy. Boss-lady's glad I do my deliveries on skates for once. There's no way in hell ill'd manage to do it all on a decent timeframe on foot. And as she says, only happy people buy again. Tho ill'd think the damn cakes would be enough even if the service was s**t. She made me a tiny strawberry shortcake today in between two orders, oh damn that was one hell of a good cake. Hmmm.
Cellphone's ringing again, gotta go back to work.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2005 11:54 am
Quote: Note to self : Buy some more black and green paint. Only one more can of each left.
I managed to make this HUGE tag without anyone catching me, that was awsome. Boss lady seemed to like it... And she said she might let me do a tag for the shop one day or something... I hope so, because heaven knows how anyone knows the shop exist, with a panel all faded out ! Bleh. Gotta do a few sketches just in case so I have an idea what to do.
Still alot of orders, but slowing a little. Just came to have a bite and give more water to Firestrike. Gotta go again now.
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