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Post by crow kroruza valkairi on Jul 21, 2011 7:44:52 GMT -5
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[like a game of pick-up sticks, played by fucking lunatics] this was an accident
not the kind where sirens sound She was standing at the edge of a precipice, but was unable to look down. She couldn't move her body, her eyes frozen staring straight ahead. But she knew she was at the edge. She could sense the drop inches from her. A face stared back at her from the other side, and she jolted as she realized that it was Avril. The young girl's green eyes bore into her, searching her very soul. Crow twisted inside, her stomach clenching as she desperately tried to call out. But whatever held her in place was firm, and she couldn't move a muscle. Avril's face contorted into an ugly mask of pain and grief: the look she had worn before she had raised the gun to her head. Crow's heart wrenched. Then suddenly Avril was no longer there. Instead it was Wolf, staring with her brown hunter's gaze. No, no, no! She thought, her heart breaking. Wolf lifted her hand, extending it out. Take my hand. The words were little more than a whisper, but impacted Crow like a thunderclap. She began to struggle wildly, terrified that she was going to lose Wolf. It couldn't happen. Not again. Crow freed herself and launched forward. The ground crumbled beneath her feet, and she plunged down into the chasm. Darkness enveloped her as Wolf faded from view.
Crow sat up with a start, her breathing heavy and ragged. She stared into the darkness of her bedroom, hands clutching her covers so tight that her knuckles turned white, her eyes wide and panicked. She'd lost them again. The girl nearly jumped out of her skin as her alarm clock began buzzing loudly. Slamming a fist down to silence the alarm, Crow pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them. She staid like this for a few minutes, desperately wishing her nightmare away. Finally, rubbing her face hard with her hands, she dragged herself to the edge of her bed. She had to work today, and needed to be ready and there by 9. Glancing at her clock, she sighed as she realized she only had an hour and a half. Crow got to her feet and flared her wings, stretching the muscles. Unfortunately her room was too small to allow a full stretch, but it was enough. Pacing to her bathroom, she entered and locked the door behind her--a habit she had never been able to break.
Thirty minutes later she emerged in a cloud of steam, hesitating just inside the doorway to listen for any movement. Nothing. She wasn't sure why she was so paranoid, but it had saved her ass more times than she cared to count, and wasn't about to change her ways. Digging through her drawers, she pulled out a white shirt, a black overshirt, and black dress pants. Her work uniform was simply "upper casual," and most of her co-workers dressed up a bit. But she differed in that she preferred a more masculine look to her outfit. Which was achieved as she fastened the small tie around her neck and smoothed a rumpled sleeve. Her wings shifted, and she felt her shirt tighten uncomfortably. It was torture to have to hide her wings like this, but she would gladly do so if it meant she could lead a normal life. Glancing at the time again, she swore under her breath and headed for the door, snatching up her backpack and keys on the way out.
She could have purchased a vehicle if she had wanted. In this day and age it would have been very beneficial. But gas prices were outrageous, and she always enjoyed a soothing early-morning walk. The city, though it never truly slept, was quiet at this hour. Setting a brisk pace, she shouldered her bag and pressed on. As much as she wanted, she didn't have time to stand around and take in the air. Crow was never late for anything. True to her style she showed up ten minutes before her shift was due to start. She made for the back, and tucked her keys in her bag, then her bag into a corner of the break room. Taking a moment to fidget with her hair, she stared into the small mirror mounted on the wall of the break room. The girl that stared back looked worn and tired. She lifted her hand to trace a finger over the horrific scar across her right eye. A manager hollered for her, and she quietly slipped into the kitchen to punch in and begin her shift. Hopefully it would take her mind off of last night. never even noticed
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Post by tobias avedis baker on Jul 21, 2011 11:07:57 GMT -5
 WE WERE THE KiNGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE ViCTIMS OF OURSELVES[/size][/center] He uncurled from where he'd slept that night, a decrepit bed in another abandoned house, yawning and stretching his wings blearily. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to sleep in the same place every night, to have a bed he could call his own instead of sleeping on floors or beds he had to make sure wouldn't collapse beneath him before he curled up on them, using his wings as a blanket. He didn't remember ever having a life like that. He'd gotten used to running though, he mused as he rolled off the bed and stretched his wings out fully, the wingspan reaching a full thirteen feet from tip to tip. He knew he had a change of clothes stashed in the dusty dresser in the corner so he padded over, his sneakers creaking on the rotting wood floor with every step. He quickly changed into the clothes, not bothering to put a shirt on underneath the skeleton sweatshirt because it was so hot, and it wasn't like he'd be taking the sweatshirt off any time soon. He sighed softly to himself before shoving his old clothes into where the clothes he was wearing had been hidden, grabbing his backpack and making his way over to the window he'd flown in through the night before. His wings fluttered out through two barely noticeable holes in the back of the sweatshirt, spreading and flapping as he took off, enjoying the feeling of the early morning air on his face to wake him up more. He could hear his stomach growling as he flew, demanding sustenance, and as he thought about it he couldn't remember the last time he'd had an actual meal that wasn't picked from a garbage can. It wasn't like it was easy for him to make money - mute and shifty about his past meant employers weren't exactly running each other over to employ him. He had a few dollars from odd jobs he could get around the pier, sometimes helping unload ships and such for some easy cash - he was a part angel, he was weak by supernatural standards but stronger than the average human, and it helped. His wings fluttered as he landed in the alley beside the Pacific Dining Car, pulling them quickly against his back to hide them and glancing around warily to make sure nobody saw before walking to the front doors of the restaurant, taking a second and trying to make himself look a little bit presentable before walking in and standing there nervously, waiting to be seated with his backpack hanging off one shoulder, trying his best to just look like another college student looking for a quick meal. tagged
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Post by crow kroruza valkairi on Aug 2, 2011 8:53:03 GMT -5
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[like a game of pick-up sticks, played by fucking lunatics] tell me how you've never felt
delicate or innocent Things at work had gone quiet since she had met Cadie. The shifter girl had never showed up after Crow's shift, just like Eskendraya back at Betty's Diner. It seemed she was doomed to never get to know any girls that walked in those front doors. Or maybe she was just being punished for having tried. Whatever the reason, it was both a blessing and a curse that life had gone back to normal. Her manager chilled out, no longer ruffled about the incident with the two boys, and no more interesting girls had appeared. She didn't even have any friends here in L.A. While she figured it was safe to not know anyone personally, she found it very depressing. She even refrained from getting to know her coworkers. The raven-haired girl shook her head and marched out of the kitchen to begin her shift.
Again she'd been placed as a greeter and a waitress, to almost the same section of tables as the day Cadie had come in. The thought made her wings twitch, and she hastily pretended to scratch an itchy spot on her lower back to hide the movement of the appendages. I'm losing my mind. She thought, heading toward the greeters' podium. First Cadie arrives and I risk my job to shut up those two boys. Then my eyes flash without me knowing like they had for Wolf. Now I can't even keep my wings still! What's next? Wearily she glanced at the boy standing before the podium, not really seeing him, and bent down to pick up a menu. "Welcome to the Pacific Diner Car." She attempted to sound cheerful, if only because she knew she'd lose her job after the next customer complaint. "If you will follow me, please." Turning, she led the way across the restaurant to a semi-secluded table with one side to a wall.
As she set down his menu and silverware, she explained the specials of the day. "We're offering a plate of Alaskan King Crab legs for 7.99, with a side of shrimp--your choice of breaded or cocktail. We also have a Cream of Mushroom soup choice for the day." Her blue-grey eyes never rose to meet his. She kept them on the table, her hands, the floor, anywhere but on him. She didn't like it when customers got curious about her mood, and knew that she stood a better chance of leaving without questioning if she didn't let them see the storm clouds in her eyes. "If you're not ready to order yet I can go ahead and get your drink." The phrase was so rehearsed it nearly made her sick. How could someone do this? Repeat the same thing in the same tone to the same people every day? Because it pays the bills, that's how. She answered herself in her head. do you still have doubts that
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Post by tobias avedis baker on Sept 7, 2011 12:09:33 GMT -5
WE WERE THE KiNGS AND QUEENS OF PROMISE
WE WERE THE ViCTIMS OF OURSELVES [/size][/center] His head lifted as a waitress came to take him to his seat, a sudden grin pulling at his mouth before he reached out to tap his shoulder, soft sounds pulling from his throat. It was rare that he took the time to commit a face to memory, or even to remember somebody, but Crow was one of the exceptions. He'd met the girl on his only foray outside of Los Angeles, when he'd gotten lost and they'd become quick friends before she'd pointed him on his way back home. He liked the girl - she hadn't questioned him about his inability to talk, merely accepted it as a fact and moved on. He'd done the same with her scars - yeah, she had them, but he had scars too, and in the end it really just wasn't his business. He smiled happily as he wrapped her in his skinny arms after she'd led him to a table, hugging her in greeting because he couldn't physically form the words. He didn't really have any other way when she wouldn't look at him, and Crow didn't know sign language anyways. He'd always written to her when he'd wanted to speak, but right then he didn't have a pen or a piece of paper. He stepped back quickly so she wouldn’t kill him out of surprise or shock, because he knew how startling it was to be touched out of no where when anything could be an attack. His hands lifted in a sign of peace as he grinned at her from behind his messy hair, wishing he could free his wings because they’d have been fluttering in happiness. What was she doing in Los Angeles? tagged
[/color]. crow<3 words. dunno outfit[/color]. herenotes[/color]. finally got it up! credits bruiser147 of escape from this afterlife, lyrics to 30 seconds to mars, 'kings and queens'[/justify][/font][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote] THE CHiLDREN OF A LESSER GOD
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