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Post by paash on Jul 19, 2009 0:03:22 GMT -5
The now-human shapeshifter rubbed his hands together like he was getting ready to lift some heavy thing. He stepped out slowly from the alleyway, like nothing had happened; no transformation, no encounter with the human, nothing. He seemed rather convincing, too; his eyes weren't shifting, his body was straight and unwavering, he appeared relaxed.
Taking a glance around, he barely had the time to notice the guy whom he had met in crow form heading away from where he was; he had apparently decided not to follow after all. That was too bad; he'd have to follow him instead. And so the chase began.
He didn't even know why he took part in this senseless chase, nor why it brought him such amusement every time. Everyone has one of those things that they like without reason, he thought, and this is mine. It was a way to pass the time. Plus, for now, he didn't have anything else to do; he would easily have substituted this activity with something to read, but there wasn't anything he could do about it; he didn't have a book handy at the moment.
He walked a bit faster than the guy, so as to catch up to him, all the while trying to look worried. He sometimes asked someone "Have you seen my crow?", all the while following the guy in the street. Hopefully it wasn't noticeable; he didn't want to be considered a stalker.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 19, 2009 1:30:28 GMT -5
Damien's eyes casually glanced around the square as he re-entered the vast area. It was after all, the only way to get to the park. Well, yes, he could've walked around but that would have taken too long. Damien lived his whole life in the city. He wasn't particularly in the mood to go sight seeing--though he was "sighting" for something. His blue eyes carefully watched those around him, maybe looking for anything out of the ordinary. His thoughts were still consumed on the crow, no matter how far he put it in the back of his mind, it always returned.
His pace was snappy, but not fast. It simply held a meaning, a certain place to go. He checked the top of the houses, power lines, poles, the ground, everywhere. Nothing. He frowned, but shook his head, ridding more thoughts. Of course they would be gone, he had scared them off hadn't he? Damien wasn't sure where the whole flock of crows had flown to, but he wasn't really trying to find out. Suddenly the hairs on the boy's neck stood on end. Something felt wrong, but he wasn't sure what it was.
For a moment, he paused in his stride. He found himself near the edge of the town center, already on the other side. He glanced forward, wondering how far it would be. Just down the street. Not that far, he reasoned. But he couldn't help but shake off the feeling. It just wasn't right. In frustration of not being able to figure it out, Damien angrily stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets. Not that it helped one bit. He wasn't stupid enough to lash out at someone. It was simply an internal conflict. He thought.
Damien frowned and spun around on his heels. It was a quick movement, causing his hair to fling around like a... dare even I mention it, a skirt. Ugh. He didn't even care to move it out of his eyes, a distraction. So through his locks, Damien studied his surroundings... and the people. Many people were simply hanging around doing nothing, while others were shopping. Some where passing through, but all in all, nothing seemed too much out of the ordinary.
A strange guy caught his attention for a moment. He wasn't much to look at--tall, pale, black hair. Another person. He seemed to be calling out to some people for a moment, but getting no answer. Over the commotion, Damien's ears couldn't catch what he said, so he ignored him. It was odd though. Damien scowled and slowly turned back around, standing. Nothing seemed wrong, but something certainly felt wrong. It's like someone was watching him. Damien had no enemies though... at least none that would bother him during the day time. He sighed and shrugged it off, deciding to deal with it when the time came. After a moment, he walked off, the feeling still hovering over him like the cloud over the town.
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Post by paash on Jul 30, 2009 19:13:15 GMT -5
(Sorry for the very late response, I had something all week that didn't allow me to come online)
"Well, well, Grimmson, time for some quick thinking..." the shapeshifter mumbled, a slight smirk creeping up his lips as he scratched his head thoughtfully. No one noticed, seeing as how they were too busy with their own little person and the motion he did was a common gesture which fit with what he had been doing up until now.
Ideas passed by in Grimmson's head, strategies to get close as soon as possible to the guy who had taken an interest in his crow form. If he were to lose him again like he almost had at the turn of a corner, there would be no more finding him.
Calling out to him or talking louder so that his voice would carry to him would be inadequate, and would merely bring him trouble. Any kind of running towards him was out of the question... or was it? It would diminish the distance between them in an instant, and allow him to speak clearly to him. Now all that Grimmson needed was a reason - fake, of course - to justify his running.
More ideas flowed and he selectively pulled out a few believable ones, and quickly isolated the one that would be the most interesting. As he played a few possible scenarios through his head, his hand reached for his lips, and his index finger placed itself on them, his thumb pressed against his chin.
Suppressing a grin and turning it into a frown instead, Grimmson began taking larger steps, progressively increasing the speed at which he was moving. Soon he was running towards him, forcing the crowd to step aside. He had found the right idea and would put it in action as soon as possible.
"Hey, you!" he called out angrily as he was running. At this distance, it was certain to reach his ears.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Jul 30, 2009 20:55:35 GMT -5
"Hey you!" Damien titled his head and cocked his head around, turning his body so he was facing sideways. Did someone rob a shop or something? His forehead creased in confusion, looking around. Few others also looked. A man, well the same man who was looking for his... bird was running in this direction, yelling loudly. Damien blinked and turned fully, facing the on coming man. He cocked his head around to the side, was he looking for someone?
Maybe he found his bird... Damien suppressed a smirk. That would just bring more attention to himself. If he was looking for a bird, then... he might as well give up. It probably flew away with the other crows. He grumbled under his breath, and as the man came up to the now onlooking crowd he called out, "Who are you talking to?" It was generally quiet, as the boy didn't really like to bring attention to himself in public. Especially with people he didn't know, just strangers.
The people around who heard the question began murmuring. Some called out, but most ignored them and walked on, assuming he wasn't talking to them. Well... maybe he wasn't. Daimen huffed and turned his body, ready to leave once again. He sighed, too much wasted time.
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