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Post by -иoxx on Oct 16, 2009 11:39:10 GMT -5
Each beat of the wing, long black flight feathers whisking against the air, brought this small bird closer to the ground. Beady pellets of eyes keeping a lookout for birds of prey, not wanting life to end here and now. Soaring lower and lower, only a few meters above the three story buildings. Library, coffee shop, innocent and 'safe' stores like that. More of a sanctuary than anything from the rather shady part of town.
Ground was centimeters beneath razor sharp talons, with a final sweep this small bird touched ground, just as a tingling sensation spread throughout body. The lightness was replaced by a heavy weight; wings elongated as they were relocated; spindly legs elongated morphing into something like small tree trunks. The transformation, or shift, from animal to human took a mere second. Though the sensation lasted afterward.
Ryan straightened himself up, and brushed straight black hair from his blue eyes. The clothes that were on his back, was a sea green shirt, with some regular blue jeans. Held up by a black and white cloth belt. It wasn't much of a sight, but for some reason he seemed to attract eyes as he walked down the sidewalk. Which is exactly what he did, brushing himself off, walked out onto the sidewalk, and made for the coffee shop.
There was a little tinkle as the door opened and closed, and some smooth music erupted from the walls. It was a cozy little shop, which generally cheap prices so Ryan bought his lunch here quite a lot. Ordering a blueberry muffin and a white chocolate mocha, took his food and drink to plop himself down on the brown leather couch that sat in front of the 'fake' fireplace.
Taking a bite into the muffin, felt his stomach start to grumble before he could even swallow. Savoring the flavor, enjoyed the warmth of the coffee shop, instead of the rather bitter weather outside. With no coat to protect him, it was just a matter of what he could endure. Blue eyes staring at the computer generator flickering flames, wondered if this would be just like yesterday. People came and went, eyes fell to his face, though no one spoke to him. Which made him feel like something disgusting ont he bottom of ones shoe. 'Pity.'
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Post by theory on Oct 16, 2009 17:07:23 GMT -5
Outside, the weather was worsening. A chill wind was picking up, blowing hard beneath low clouds. The wind blew Markus's fiery hair as the teenager made his way down the sidewalk, sticking close to the buildings as to take refuge under their awnings. He tugged his jacket closer to his body, watching his breath get whisked away into the darkening afternoon sky.
The male's sharp blue eyes sought out the Coffee Shop that was down a few more stores. The small cafe was to be his sanctuary from the nasty weather for the following hours. He hurried along the pavement, seeing a few stray snowflakes fall from the ominous clouds. Breath trailing after him like a plume of white air, Mark made it to the front door of the cafe.
Pulling on the handle, he tugged the glass door open, hearing the familiar chime of the bell as he stepped through. Immediately he was hit with the warm air from the heater, and he took a moment to let it thaw his wind-numbed face. Mark could feel the tingling fade from his cheeks, and with a sigh of content, the male moved out of the doorway and further into the Coffee Shop.
He paid for a hot chocolate and a minute later turned away from the counter, blowing the steam off the top of his drink. Gingerly sipping the hot refreshment, he glanced over the brim of his frothy cup at the tables and seating that were available. It seemed that a good amount of people had decided to hide from the weather in here, and most of the places were occupied.
Taking another sip of his drink, Mark considered his options. He noted that most of the empty seats were empty for a good reason- he quickly eliminated those tables from his list. As open as he generally was towards other people, there were simply certain ones that he wasn't about to associate himself with. He craftfully made his way past the aforementioned persons to the opposite side of the room and took a seat on the couch beside an admittedly emo-looking male.
Mark settled back against the comfortable leather and let out a long sigh, thankful to be out of the cold. He watched the animated flames dance in the fireplace, taking another drink from his cup. After a moment, he inconspicuously tilted his head to better see the person beside him, who had, as of yet, made no sign that he had any objection to sharing the seating space with Mark. Out of the corner of his eye, the red-haired male could define only certain features, such as the layered black hair that fell over his face, concealing brilliant blue eyes like Mark's own. Mark wondered about him- was this boy depressed, and hid red cuts on his wrists? Or was he a prep; part of that group that dressed in dark but couldn't be more popular? Or was he just a person with his own identity, expressing it in his own way that couldn't be stereotyped? Mark sipped his hot chocolate and went back to watching the fireplace, wondering if he should try to make conversation. Well, it couldn't hurt.
"It looks like we're in for some bad weather, hm?" He asked, looking toward the front of the cafe. Outside the foggy windows, he could see more snowflakes being tossed around in the wind.
((I went with your statement that the weather was bitter, and made it somewhat snowy. If you'd rather that it was something else, I can just as easily change it.))
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Post by -иoxx on Oct 16, 2009 20:56:41 GMT -5
The warmth of the drink against dead-cold hands was a stunning relief. The outside was a place for survival, of the fittest. Inside, it was a matter of what you did to entertain yourself. 'they've got it easy.' Rolling his shoulders, as if shuffling wings, sipped his mocha just as a tinkle ran through the shop. Eyes slipping sideways to stare blankly at the male who just walked in.
Hot chocolate, a jacket, and an odd aura about him. Blinking blue eyes, stared into the creamy depth of his drink. As if seriously pending whether to drown himself in it. Though, to his mind amazement, the male with his hot chocolate slipped onto the other cushion of the leather sofa. This shock, which didn't show in his body language, was nothing compared to when the other male attempted to start a conversations.
It looks like we're in for some bad weather, hm? The simple statement meant so much more to Ryan, a bird who flies in the colder weather, a higher altitude. So without really thinking, responded, "You've no idea." Sipping once again, let his eyes stray to the inside of his left wrist. There, stretched thin white scars, though also a dark grey tattoo about the size of of a memory chip.
This tattoo was what told the story of Ryan, a shifter into a raven; a symbol of death. Maybe that's why, he was born a raven. This ongoing argument inside of the head, never ceased. Battling whether he was born to die, or perform some vital act before death cut his throat. To rip apart his body limb from limb, break every bone until he was a rag doll.
Shuffling his shoulders again, glanced enviously at the male's jacket. Ryan was wearing a thin tee-shirt and some jeans. Not exactly dressing for the weather. Blinking, stared into the electric fire, while sitting up straight, or rather to slouch against the back of the chair. "I'm Ryan." A stab at conversation, or rather an invitation.
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Post by theory on Oct 17, 2009 10:17:09 GMT -5
The red-haired male was a little surprised when, not only did he receive a comment back, but a name as well. Maybe trying to converse with the stranger wasn't such a bad idea afterall. He shifted his weight and turned to face the other teenager, smiling over his hot chocolate.
"Ryan? Nice to meet you. I'm Mark," he replied, sizing up Ryan's choice of clothing now that he was actually looking at him. The thin material that covered Ryan's top made Mark almost shiver: it was freezing cold outside. What was this guy thinking, going around in a t-shirt? Surely he would have dressed better for the weather, especially considering the fact that Ryan was aware that the weather was going to take a turn for the worse.
"Ah...I know this might sound a bit weird, but do you want to borrow a jacket?" The dog-shifter offered, eyes considerate. "It's not really going to get any warmer any time soon." And plus, I won't need it as much as you probably will. I've got a full coat of fur, he mentioned to himself, swallowing more of his drink until his cup was half full.
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Post by Rena DeVito on Oct 19, 2009 20:00:49 GMT -5
Diminuative form leaned into the wind. A long trench coat was wrapped firmly around the girl. The bottom reached the tips of her toes, and her hands disappeared in the vast folds of the sleeves. Nevertheless, this piece of clothing managed to - mostly - protect the short girl from the wind.
Taavi turned the tan collar up against the wind and coughed as a few snowflakes drifted down. Or were those little ice balls? Either way, it didn't really matter. Searing wind seeped down the vixen's throat as she took a shallow breath. Her raven black hair whipped against her wind chapped cheeks and her almond shaped eyes were narrowed against the wind. She gasped as the wind nearly blew her head over heels. Taavi glanced around, and darted into the nearest shelter.
Straightening up, the 4' 11" frame was dwarfed next to the chairs and tables of the Coffee Shop. It was rather busy, as the blistering wind always brought in more coffee - or hot chocolate - loving people. She shuffled over to the counter. Standing on her tiptoes, Taavi could barely see over the counter.
"Yes little girl?" a worker asked. Taavi scowled as she pulled out her notepad and pen that she had taken to carrying with her. In flowery script, she wrote "One Hot Chocolate." The boy smiled and answered, "One hot chocolate coming up sweety." Taavi slipped the notepad and pen back into a large pocket and scowled again. She hated it when people thought she was a child.
After accepting her drink, Taavi turned towards the center of the room. The only place really open was a seat in between two guys sitting on a leather couch. 'Heck no. I'd rather stand for six hours then sit there.' Taavi thought apprehensively. Noticing the fire, Taavi scooted closer. Unfortunately, it turned out to be fake. 'Figures.' The girl crept closer, hoping for some electric warmth.
Firelight reflected eerily on black eyes as they turned towards Mark and Ryan. She inspected each of them. First she inspected the black haired male. Dark layered hair fell over startling bright blue eyes. Features were finely formed and his body - well, Taavi wouldn't go there. Besides, he probably used his looks to get what he wanted. 'Pah. Just like a guy.'
She turned her gaze towards the red-head and evaluated him. Blue eyes also peered out from under his fringe of fiery hair. Taavi clutched her cup tighter, causing her knuckles to turn white. This was strangely eerie. Of course, it didn't help that this boy's shoulders were broad, arms were muscled, and he had long legs. Thief? Rapist? Murderer?
Before you get too offended, just realize that this is the way Taavi tends to think. She's had to many bad experiences in the past to trust any of these "despicable creatures." Guilty until proven innocent. That was the motto of Taavi.
Good luck getting proven innocent.
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Post by -иoxx on Oct 20, 2009 17:39:46 GMT -5
A whistle of the wind, and a few snowflakes entered the coffee shop as the tinkle introduced the arrival of an individual. A blanket of cold momentarily swept the front of the cafe, but subsided just as a small female figure ordered a cup of whatever. Such an interesting figure, lovely black hair, beautiful almond eyes, a short but matured body. Seemingly to ponder where to drink her cup, choosing Mark and Ryan.
It was curious, to wonder why people sat next to other people. Instead of hiding out on their own, or even leaving the refuge. Not like their 'reason' mattered, but it was always nice to know. To be so close to someone, predictability comes almost like a second nature. As the female approached the duo, Markus offered Ryan his jacket. Rather taken aback at this kindness, gently shook his head. Black raven hair flopping over his eyes.
"No, I could never accept. I'll be fine." Though Ryan was smiling on the inside, such an act of kindness. Crystal ice eyes staring into the creamy depths of his mocha, took another relishing sip. Warmth spreading through-out his body, extending to his finder tips. 'So lovely. So innocent.' Another sip, and the same feeling.
The small figure, female, seemed to be evaluating him. Her X-ray like gaze made him shuffle a bit uncomfortably. Why was she doing that? Did she think he had a gun on him or something? Though his sense of unease fadded away as she did the same to Markus. Giving an attempt at a smile, said gently. "Hi." Then, speaking to both of them added, "I'm Ryan."
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Post by theory on Oct 21, 2009 17:16:53 GMT -5
Mark's attention turned briefly to the front of the small shop as the door opened, letting a flow of cold air in through the door before it closed with a tink. Mark noticed the female that had just entered; she was short enough that she slipped easily through the crowd to order herself a drink. He watched, perplexed, as she offered up a notepad to the cashier, then slipped it back into her long coat. Mark wondered if she was mute, maybe? He thought about it for a moment, trying to imagine what life would be like if he were mute. Surely, not easy.
He was brought back to the present when Ryan politely declined the offer of Mark's jacket, and the latter smiled in return. "Alright, then," he replied, not willing to convince the black-haired male that he would be better off with it. But inside, Mark bet that Ryan was somewhat touched by the kindness of a stranger.
If his day was brightened up by even the smallest fraction, then I've done my job.
Mark looked up just in time to see the same female from before now standing nearby, scrutinizing the two occupants of the leather sofa. She seemed almost cynical in the way her dark eyes bore into the males. Was she upset over something? Or was she just distrustful? Ryan spoke up first, breaking the daunting silence that had come with her arrival, introducing himself. With a smile towards the newcomer, Mark added his name.
The red-head looked around him at the space left on the couch. There was enough room so that if he scooted to one side, she'd have space to sit down. He gestured to either side of himself. "Would you like a seat?"
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Post by Rena DeVito on Oct 21, 2009 19:22:38 GMT -5
The dark haired one smiled uneasily. It gave Taavi a strange feeling of triumph for him to feel uncomfortable around her. It was rare for men to feel intimidated around a girl who wasn't even five foot. With a small grin, she turned to gaze into the fire. Her eyes flickered back over to the dark-hard one as he spoke."Hi," he said softly. Then a bit louder he added, "I'm Ryan."
Taavi hesitated a moment. She didn't really want to give any sign that she had heard. After all, she was a mute right? So they'd probably believe that she was deaf as well. But when Mark introduced himself, she automatically turned towards him. 'Well, there goes that idea.' the vixen thought, slightly angry. She gave a slight nod to let them both know that she had heard and acknowledged it.
Ryan and Mark, eh? Those names didn't sound like the name a freaky stalker dude would have. But they could be alias. Raising one sevelt eyebrow, Taavi glanced in between the two of them. Briefly, she wondered how - or even if - she should share her name with them. Taav considered taking out her notepad, but with the hot chocolate in her hand, it would be impossible to write. Her grip on the mug had loosened, allowing knuckles and finger tips to return to their normal healthy color.
The pensive look on Taavi's face shattered when she was offered a seat. Almond shaped eyes widened, and she glanced around anxiously, as if to assure herself that this was a public place and neither of them could harm her. Black tendrils of hair wisped around her head as she shook her head no. 'I'd rather not become sandwiched between two guys, thank you very much.'
An armchair nearby suddenly became vacant so Taavi quickly sat in it, slipping her shoes off and bringing her knees up to her chin. The chair was huge compared to the girl, but that wasn't very surprising now was it? Taavi carefully set her mug on an end table, using a table coaster. She pulled the pad of paper out of her jacket and clicked a pen. "My name is Taavi." She wrote carefully in her flowing script. The girl hesitated for a moment before she handed it towards either Mark or Ryan.
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Post by -иoxx on Oct 23, 2009 15:38:24 GMT -5
'How curious.' Crystal eyes surveyed the long black raven hair, the almond eyes, the short yet soft and delicate body. How anyone could mistake her for a child... it was rather odd. 'She speaks to no one but herself.' Her motions, she seemed to be suffering some sort of internal battle. As if sizing the two males up, of course she must feel at least slightly intimidated? Less she was strong. 'Uses her voice for those who can't scream.'
Shifting, almost guiltily, on the leather chair, took a tiny sip at his half-full cup. Not exactly sure why he felt a sinking feeling int he pit of his stomach; it was relieved when she found her own place to sit. Blinking down at the flickering flames, a heater beneath the animation appreciated technology compared to the harshness of the real world. Glancing up at the click of a pen, saw Taavi delicately scroll her name across a notebook.
'A mute.' He had gathered that by now, but it was nice for his suspicions to be put to ease. As to not say something the could be offending. Nodding in acknowledgment, gave her a small smile when eyes were locked. Though swiftly taking another sip of his mocha. Not sure if they were shifters or not, decided to keep the subject hush hush, you could make friends with humans couldn't you? "Hello Taavi. Markus. So, now that we're all acquainted, want to split half a dozen of blueberry muffins?"
Ryan hadn't eaten in quite a while, and the sale for the muffins had caught his eye when he walked in. The mouthwatering pastry was too good to pass up, and the opportunity to make some new friends. 'or enemies.' Attempting to work past his rather unease about everyone and everything, hoped the two wouldn't refuse, maybe even contribute a bit to the small cash fund; for the muffins of course.
{xD I'm listening to this while posting!}
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Post by theory on Oct 25, 2009 21:01:51 GMT -5
Markus tilted his head to read the flowing script of Taavi's name on the pad of paper. What an interesting name. It certainly was not one that he heard often. A unique name for a unique person in this world, he mused to himself, drinking another sip of his hot chocolate. He could feel the weight of the beverage lessening in his hand, and he peered into the cup to see how much was left.
"Hello Taavi. Markus. So, now that we're all acquainted, want to split half a dozen of blueberry muffins?" Ryan spoke up, drawing Mark's attention to the black-haired male. He smiled.
"Blueberry muffins sound delicious. I can pitch in a few dollars and go up and get them, if you'd like. I want to get another drink, anyway." He said, swirling the remaining hot chocolate at the bottom of his cup. His blue eyes watched the circular motion settle to a standstill before looking up to see Taavi's opinion. If she agreed, it might be a nice way to get to know one another. And who knew? Maybe one of them was a shapeshifter like himself. Mark's ice-blue eyes watched the both of them, wondering what they would shift into if they were shapeshifters afterall. He always found it interesting to try and decide animals for other people based on what he knew about them. Sometimes it was easy- certain people just had such a strong personality. And sometimes it was very hard- these people, he decided, were not shifters, mainly because he did not feel like spending the time trying to think of the perfect animal to match their muddled personality.
He looked between Ryan and Taavi, trying to place an animal on each of them. So far it did him no good; he barely knew them or their personalities. With only a small feeling of disappointment, Mark finished off the last of his hot chocolate.
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