Dean
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Post by Dean on Sept 26, 2010 18:56:42 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad340/Toki_Graphix/Posting%20Tables/Dean---Body.png][scrolly:h(320),w(340),sy] Shelpy Alley Town Square was a peaceful--if not tranquil-- place. The architecture as well as the layout of the buildings were reminiscent of the stereotypical 50's american city square. Classy in its simplicity, the area was home to entrepreneurial shops run by citizens. It was--quite simply--a nice, quiet place.
That is, until Dean and his ramshackle Jeep sputtered their way down the street.
It was just after noon on a Saturday when he managed to limp his car into a parallel parking spot. Dean carefully yanked up the E-Brake so there weren't any unexpected departures while he was gone, and after he eased his foot off of the clutch, the raggedy Jeep let out an almost apologetic wheeze, coughed its way into silence.
Dean patted the dash, saying "Good boy" to the rattling and popping sounds that just stopped cars made. He leaned behind him and grabbed his backpack--a beaten leather messenger bag--, and stepped out of his car to go shopping.
Kinda.
He came into the city to get a part for the said Jeep actually. It had been running rougher than usual (at least to Dean. To everyone else, it just sounded louder) and he thought he could go to the local mechanic and see what his take was. That was after, of course, he told him that he was surprised the car hadn't blown up yet. Dean could see the conversation now. It made him tired just thinking about it. But since he couldn't fly everywhere like he wanted to, his rickety Jeep was his best route (no pun intended) for transportation.
So, stuffing his pessimistic attitude into his back pocket, Dean headed down the square's sunny sidewalk, defiantly ignoring all the stares his extremely conspicuous entrance warranted.
Dean was many things, subtle not being one of them. [/scrolly]
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Post by Sky♦ on Sept 29, 2010 18:38:30 GMT -5
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"Yeah, sure. I'll do that. Bye." Click.
Canvas black high-tops, skinny jeans and a soft-leather jacket undone over a black buckle-decorated v-neck tee. That's what she wore as she hung up the phone and continued down the sidewalk. Her outfit of choice had been for a date... which was just now cancelled. Of course, this left her in a prove-all mood, where her pride took over her brain. A dangerous mood for a hybrid shifter to be in, for sure. Even worse for someone who took after her animal form so much that it was hard not to see the shifter in her at times.
Sure enough, in fluid movement, she strutted down the sidewalk with her chin held higher than usual and her shoulders square. The only real tell-tale sign of her tomboyish nature was the wallet in her back pocket rather than a purse on her shoulder... at least, for now. Her strides took her quickly past the opposition, the tall and rugged looking fellow that he was. She almost didn't notice him... until she blinked at the car he'd just abandoned.
Sure enough, young teen spun around on a dime, and did a double-take. Her lips puckered in a silent whistle as she eyed him walking away. Wait, walking away!? No no no... that wouldn't do. She was on the rebound, and this dashing fellow now became her new taget. With this unwise and unlikely decision made, the brunette of light started retracing her steps. Now, all she needed was a way to go about getting his attention...
"Excuse me sir?" Her hand reached out as she caught up with him, lightly touching his arm with a tap. If he noticed her and turned around to face her, by any long-shot of a chance, than she'd slap her hands behind her back and stand straight, pulling a shy expression into place. Small smile topped it off before she cleared her throat softly. "I uh... I hate to bother you, a stranger to me... but I seem to be in a bit of a pickle. Could you be so kind as to assist in solving my problem?" Those bright blue eyes gleamed with innocence, a feature so well becoming of a young vixen. How else could she explain her being in the best guild in Shelpey? Or for that matter, getting away with her own murder?
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Dean
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Post by Dean on Sept 29, 2010 19:58:56 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad340/Toki_Graphix/Posting%20Tables/Dean---Body.png][scrolly:h(320),w(340),sy]Dean wasn't exactly a sucker for a pretty face, but he wasn't far off. The second the dusty haired, silvery eyed girl had asked for his help, she had it. Dean's brain kicked into game-face mode, his intelligent blue eyes looking behind Sky and around them. He noted an elderly man reading a newspaper through inch-thick bi-focal's at the Cafe across the street, a young married couple laughing at the flower shop behind him-newlyweds from the way they held each other and the similar tan lines on their ring fingers and faces. Not to mention two crows on the streetlight down the street, a cat sifting through a trashcan in the alley to Dean's right, and a Golden Retriever next to the old man. Somewhere inside him mocked a voice, saying he was getting paranoid.
That may be, but just because you call it paranoid doesn't mean there's not a monster in the darkness about to rip your face off. He replied, stowing the nagging part of his brain back with his pessimistic attitude and his empty wallet.
He did all of this in the span of a few heartbeats.
Dean looked sightly down at Sky, trying to put on his best nice guy smile. He only halfway failed, it looked something more along the lines of a lopsided smirk. The fact that he hadn't shaved in a couple of days didn't help matters either. Non-the-less, he extended his calloused hand (upon looking at it, wiping it on his jeans first), in a "follow me" kind of gesture.
"What seems to be the problem miss?" [/scrolly]
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Post by Sky♦ on Sept 30, 2010 8:29:08 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i56.tinypic.com/2ltmxjq.png] Sky's smile brightened as he motioned for her to follow. And follow she did, keeping to his right and smiling over to him politely. "I'm a bit lost. I caught the bus here for a date at the cafe, but I'm not used to going uptown... and without my car." With a soft sigh, she rolled her eyes. "I never used to get so turned around... but with all the confusion these days..." Her thoughts rolled to the Assassins guild, her family now... and an idea came to her.
Those blue eyes went back to the man, eyeing him evenly. What if he's a shifter...? I've never seen him around before. Most newcomers these days are shifters.... "My name's Sky by the way. Sky Katruk." Pausing mid-step, she offered out her hand. Her right hand... the one that sported the shifter's mark on the palm. It was purposeful, keeping her palm in his range of vision as she offered in a friendly handshake.
If he notices, his behaviour might change. If it does, he's either a shifter or someone who knows about us. Her blue eyes became sharper. Either way, he's an important person for the fam to know about. If not though, he'll probably ask where I got the tattoo. Sky had changed alot since joining the guild nearly two years ago. Now, her entire life was based on survival and secrecy... all over again.
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Post by kel on Sept 30, 2010 19:54:31 GMT -5
A pleasant lunch, oh how Sun wished she could have had that! Alas her gas tank, bank account, and stomach were all merrily running on empty. Being flat broke was certainly not conducive to a full belly, or a happy Sun. At the present moment, she was rather irritated. Typically she’d just find herself a single guy and play the innocent little “help me” girl, but what the hell?! Was it 50% off day for the geriatric? All Sun kept running into were old people, left and right. And while she might’ve been fine with swindling her way into a young man’s (or woman’s) heart, she found hoodwinking the elderly was just a bit too low even for her. Of course Sun could come up with several creative solutions to her situation; the majority of which involved capitalizing on her feline charms. So our Asian feline shifter found a convenient side alley and shifted to her four-legged form. Where once had stood a woman now sat an Abyssinian cat in a pile of said woman’s clothes. ‘Such a bother’ she thought with mild annoyance as she tugged each article of clothing over into a box. If she hadn’t thought that getting naked first could have drawn attention, Sun would have gotten undressed before shifting. She grumbled to herself about the inconvenience as she dragged her clothes into the box. Making note of its location, the slender cat trotted out the side alley and onto the sidewalk. Time to play “poor kitty”, now she just had to find a dozing hobo. Oh but wouldn’t you know it, this perfect town was severely lacking in the homeless department. Sun mentally rolled her eyes, recognizing that she forgot this fact every time she tried to play this game of acting like a helpless kitty that a homeless person was taking care of. So she resorted to the last resort; the trash. Ugh, it was so demeaning! To be searching for leftovers out of a trash can! But for all of Sun’s intelligence, she couldn’t think of a better way – besides, she kind of liked this way of getting food because she wasn’t depending on anybody. So when Dean cast his gaze down the side alley, it was she who he saw sifting through the garbage. Sun paused her search and raised her head, perking her ears in the couple’s direction. Hmm, what was this? Curious… The little feline promptly got up and trotted daintily out to the sidewalk where the two were. Sun padded nearer cautiously as the girl extended her hand for her part of the handshake. Copper eyes darted back and forth between the two humans (or they could be shifters, she wasn’t sure). Well, she didn’t want to interrupt their lovely conversation, so Sun slowed to a stop and stood with her tail swaying slightly in the air. Hmm, it might be best to just stay out of it, but Sun wanted to know. Who were they, what were they, why hadn’t she seen either of them before? Or maybe the girl did look familiar? Sun let out a soft mew, hamming it up a bit and doing her best to sound pathetically hungry. Maybe it would’ve been better to let them continue before she interrupted, but it was too late now. Ah, so this was why the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” might very well be true. I'm a kitty, kitty cat
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Dean
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Post by Dean on Sept 30, 2010 20:22:59 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,500,true] | [atrb=background,http://i949.photobucket.com/albums/ad340/Toki_Graphix/Posting%20Tables/Dean---Body.png][scrolly:h(320),w(340),sy] "I'm a bit lost. I caught the bus here for a date at the cafe, but I'm not used to going uptown... and without my car...I never used to get so turned around... but with all the confusion these days..."
Dean was never good at directions. Ever. It didn't help that he was used to getting the lay of the land from the cloud line. Dean could never remember street and highway names, but he could always remember landmarks. He walked the fine line that was "knowing" were you were and actually knowing were you were.
It makes since to Dean, which is really all that matters.
So while Dean wasn't the worst person to ask for directions, he wasn't sure how much help he would be to the girl. He was thinking of what he could do to help the poor girl and a good excuse for not being able to be much help when she extended her hand for a handshake. Dean looked down at the small limb before raising his own--
And then he saw the tattoo. The tattoo. From under the arm-band that he always wore on his right, his Shifter Mark itched furiously. Dean wasn't one to go flaunting his ability, even to other shifters, and hadn't decided how he was going to handle the seemingly growing "other shifters" problem. He had already outed himself accidentally to the exceedingly odd Isis, and had no intention of doing so again so quickly.
So, without missing a beat, he calmly shook the Shifter's hand, slipping his face into a mask. His head raced with his pulse, deductive mind switching Sky from "Damsel" to "Potential Threat--Damsel". He didn't introduce himself like a true gentleman, instead commenting "That is an interesting place for a tattoo, isn't it?"
Then the fucking cat meowed behind him and he nearly shit himself.
"Gha!", exclaimed the oh-so-manly and observant Dean, letting go of Sky's hand in doing so. [/scrolly]
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Post by Sky♦ on Oct 1, 2010 7:01:11 GMT -5
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He saw it. And the flick in his eyes was all too clear to the well trained huntress. He either knew of the shifters, or was one, and that was all she needed to know. She gripped his hand firmly in the shake, and smiled. "A bit weird, yes... but my other one is weirder." A laugh. That laugh paused only when the cat came up behind him, and Dean or whatever exclaimed his surprise.
Sky only eyed the cat like lunch for a moment before smiling and kneeling. "Aww... what a precious cat." Something in the tone of Sky's voice told it all; as she extended her hand to let the cat sniff, the inner instinct to see this cat as prey was hovering on strong. "You couldn't possibly be afriad of such a pretty kitten, are you?" Her blue eyes gleamed up at the man, the smile becoming a playful and friendly smirk.
She stood up again, and brushed off. "But no... I've had this tattoo for a long time. I kind of don't remember getting it... ever had that happen?" She shrugged. "Meh. Anyways! You're heading somewhere... would it happen to have anything to do with your poor jeep?" Eyes moved to look at the jeep in question about a block behind them before she smiled back to him, lifting a brow.
((For all the world! Sky's ignoring a kitty!! Talk about loving your work much.))
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