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Post by zephyrus on Sept 5, 2010 22:00:50 GMT -5
Kit sat perched on a bent piece of re-bar jutting out from one of the walls in the prison. The broken window where he had made his entrance casting an almost heavenly beam of light across the empty and silent hallway. He seemed to blend right in, a gray and brown pigeon-shaped bird hanging on the wall of an crumbling prison. The shine of his green shoulders glinted off what mottled light shone on him from the nearby windows.
After quickly surveying the area around the city he came to the conclusion that if anywhere had people like him hiding out, this was probably one of them.
His eyes scanning the darkness quickly as he adjusted to the indoor lighting before he took off slowly fluttering in an S curve down the hallway.
His high pitched voice chirped loudly to himself. "I wonder if I should try and rewire a speaker or something." The noises echoed down the vast empty corridors. Even the flapping of his wings felt like an intrusion on the silence around him. "Hello?" His voice chirped, "Hello?". He banked to the side and glided between the rusted bars into another part of the prison. He made sure to stay as close to the ceiling as possible, he didn't want anything unexpected dropping down on him as he continued to fly deeper into the prison. He continued to ping the darkness with his voice, hoping for a response, and hopefully from something that wouldn't eat him on sight.
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Post by hawkeyes on Oct 19, 2010 16:42:29 GMT -5
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She shouldn't be here. She didn't like the prison, nor the emptiness of it, which was obvious seeing as that was it's name: the Empty Prison. Why'd she come here, then? Well, she'd convinced herself she was a wuss and scared of everything, so she had made her way to the prison on foot and was working her way through it, hallway after hallway and cell after cell, trying to get deep into the prison before she chickened out. She was on edge, biting her lip nervously, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and her hands out, feeling her way in front of her. This was Thief territory - she was safe, or was she?
Just then, when her palms met a wall at the end of the hallway, something made a loud, sharp peeping noise and flew by her ear. She squealed in fear and then all the sudden she was an okapi, nostrils flared and snorting as she backed up against the wall, soft gray head swishing back and forth as she tried to detect the sound. Her large, oval-shaped ears swiveled around, narrowing in on the swishing of wings. Her breath slowly calmed down when she heard: Hello? Hello? It was shiftertongue. She knew then that she was not in danger, though she did not shift back into human form yet.
She stood in the corridor, her body uncomfortably large in the narrow space, dark maroon hair blending into beautiful zebra-stripes on her legs and arse. Her big blue eyes searched and her nose sniffed and her ears strained, trying to figure out where the bird-like creature had gone. "Yoo-hoo," she said eventually, stamping her left front hoof on the ground. "You buzzed my ear, jerk." Her voice was not angry like her words - it was more breathless, surprised, and cautious. Inside, her heart was hammering desperately, but on the outside she was a strong, lean, and powerful okapi with a mean kick and a fast gait. Besides, a harmless little bird couldn't hurt her anyways.
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Post by zephyrus on Oct 19, 2010 20:31:38 GMT -5
After flying around the empty prison for a while, Kit was beginning to feel that maybe this ‘fly around a random abandoned prison’ was a poorly thought out idea. He began to fly lower to the ground, it was much easier to do than constantly gauging the space between his wings on the upstroke, and the lights and other fixtures hanging down from the ceiling. He banked around yet another corner in the near-darkness, this time a little faster than proved to be wise.
The moment his eyes cleared the corner, all he saw was a blur of orange and skin. His small frame rolled and tumbled out of the way at the last second, avoiding a serious collision spare the tips of his feathers brushing through the orange hair that had appeared around the corner. Taking a few yards to compose his flight path once more, Kit finally perched vertically along the prison wall to get a better look at what he had almost just hit.
Kit's small brown and green body clung to the high side of the prison wall. The muted tones on his body left him nothing but a gray silhouette against a set of rusting iron bars. The wet sheen of his small eyes and pale green shoulders were the only reflection off of what little light was let in through cracks and yellowed windows.
"Its....a zebra?" He sung in surprise, not quite to do at this point.
"Yoo-hoo," she said eventually, stamping her left front hoof on the ground. "You buzzed my ear, jerk." Her voice was not angry like her words - it was more breathless, surprised, and cautious.
"I...uh, I'm really sorry about that.” He sung again in response. “..In my defense you were hiding around a corner in the dark. Wait since when could I understand zebras? I can't understand horses out on farms."
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Post by hawkeyes on Oct 20, 2010 16:40:56 GMT -5
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She snorted, appalled at his question. "Well, obviously, we're speaking shiftertongue. Duh?" She wouldn't lie, she was still annoyed at being buzzed, but he had apologized and she seemed to accept it as she shifted back into a human form, now unable to understand what the bird said if he said anything. She pushed her freshly dyed orange hair back behind an ear, her blue eyes searching the dark, trying to locate him and failing. She crossed her arms and huffed. "Can we please go into the light?" she said aloud, looking around for him.
"And I'm not a zebra," she said disdainfully, waving her hand in the air as if to shoo away a bad odor. "I'm an okapi. We're much more graceful and generally full of awesomeness." Without waiting for him to accept her offer, though she wouldn't be able to understand him, she began feeling her way down the hallway, her hands brushing against the walls, cringing every time she hit something slimey and unidentified.
She chewed her lip the whole way out, eventually arriving to a dimly lit section of the prison but having no clue how to get anywhere from there. She glared up at the light, sure as heck that this was a very bad idea, coming here, and now she was stuck with some sort of swallow who didn't know how she communicated with him, even though she was quite obviously a shifter. What else? There was no way a random okapi could have shown up in an abandoned prison right where she had been unless she was a shifter, duh. But she decided to cut him some slack, he had helped her out. But unfortunately, her jabbering caught on:
"You know, it's weird how you didn't know I was a shifter. I mean, we're both in Thief territory and there couldn't have just been a random okapi in this desolate, icky place. I mean, seriously. And even if I was an actual okapi I wouldn't have been able to understand a swallow, would I? But anyways, thank you for saying your sorry and I'm sorry for being so mean. It's just I'm really cold and my teeth keep chattering and my shirt is too thin to really give me much warmth. And I'd really like to know a way out, please and thank you, if one could be offered, because I neeeeeeeeeeeed to be in the suuuuuuuuuuuuuuun." She rubbed her hands furiously up and down her arms.
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Post by zephyrus on Oct 20, 2010 20:53:47 GMT -5
She snorted, appalled at his question. "Well, obviously, we're speaking shiftertongue. Duh?"
"Shiftertongue?" The word came out like a bad squawk. It was not a pretty word to say. And then suddenly she was human again but....with clothes on? "wait how did you.." He began to chirp before realizing the futility of a bird talking to a person. He made a note to ask her how to get that down sometime. He had not been able to replicate such a feat, although he had tried.
She crossed her arms and huffed. "Can we please go into the light?"
He followed her down the hall, the silence repeatedly broken by the sound of his fluttering from perch to perch beside her. What he really wished was to just perch on her and take a ride, but she looked shaky and jumpy enough that the most likely inevitable flailing would have crushed part of his small body. So for the moment he was satisfied with fluttering along and landing repeatedly beside her until they could reach a place with more light. Eventually they arrived in a dimly lit section of the prison, a skylight above projecting a heavenly beam off the motes of dust that had been kicked up from their intrusion. "You know, it's weird how you didn't know I was a shifter. I mean, we're both in Thief territory and there couldn't have just been a random okapi in this desolate, icky place. I mean, seriously. And even if I was an actual okapi I wouldn't have been able to understand a swallow, would I? But anyways, thank you for saying your sorry and I'm sorry for being so mean. It's just I'm really cold and my teeth keep chattering and my shirt is too thin to really give me much warmth. And I'd really like to know a way out, please and thank you, if one could be offered, because I neeeeeeeeeeeed to be in the suuuuuuuuuuuuuuun."
He flew around a corner, as she jabbered on, and the naked top-half of a tanned twenty something poked out around the corner. He let out a bit of a shiver. It really was a bit draft in the building. He stammered to try and keep up with her questions "I uh, wait thieves....what? Okapi?" He paused for a moment to compute all that had been spoken. "I'll make you a deal, carry me around and explain this whole thieves....shiftertongue...shady sneaking okapi's in abandoned prisons, and I'll help us both get out of here. I would rather not walk around barefoot through a dark run down prison. I like not having ." He still couldn't believe he had actually found another shifter. |
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Post by hawkeyes on Oct 21, 2010 14:56:13 GMT -5
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She looked at him strangely, wondering why he was only having half of his body around the corner. Then she let out a yelp as she realized he was naked and she didn't have anything to give him. Probably unbeknownst to him, she had carried an extra supply of clothes in her purse before she came down here, and when she shifted back she had been naked, though the perfect blackness had covered her bare body long enough to switch into what looked like a slip-on white dress, easy to get on and off. Unfortunately for her, she hadn't brought a bra or underwear along, so she was going free-style underneath there, but at least she was clothed, unlike him.
She held out her bad guiltily. "I'm sure you wouldn't fit into my clothes," she said apologetically, then decided to just throw her shirt at him for good measure. Maybe he could cover it around his crotch so she could explain things to him. It occured to her only after she threw the shirt that he meant shifting back into his swallow-thing and riding on her shoulder and explaining. Ah. "Gimme that back," she ordered, holding out her hands for it. "If you shift, I'll tell you everything. But it's sort of weird you don't know, unless..." She gaped at him, open-mouthed.
Did he really not know about the gangs or shiftertongue? Was she really the one who just spilled the beans on him? Uh-oh. She didn't know if that was allowed or not, but she wasn't sticking around to find out. She charged around the corner, not even thinking about his nakedness, and pushed him up against a wall. "You didn't know about this all," she said, gesturing to the whole situation at large, her voice not a question but the words meant to be.
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Post by zephyrus on Oct 21, 2010 22:53:22 GMT -5
"I'm sure you wouldn't fit into my clothes," she said apologetically.
The girl seemed to be kind enough to throw him a shirt to make himself slightly more decent. He did just as she had supposed, using it to cover his junk, peeking out a little more than he had a second ago. Here in the light it was easier to see that she was almost as naked as he was, wearing some quick throw-on dress. He took another step around the wall, both of his hands holding the crumpled up shirt against his lower body. Wait suddenly she wanted it back? He looked down, trying to decide what to do first, toss the shirt or shift. He looked up for a cue and suddenly the girl was running at him! He put his hands up as if he was being faced with a gun as she pinned his body to the concrete wall. Her shirt fell to the dusty floor in a lump as soon as he raised his arms expecting a gun or some sort of knife to appear. "Hey now what are you....?"
"You didn't know about this at all?"
His mind, used to the whispers of the bird's instinct were screaming flight or fight. He didn't really want to do either , he just wanted information . "Uhhhhhhh.......My name is Kit, I'm just in from Australia....Please don't stab or lynch me or something...." He looked down at his nakedness with a slight twinge of embarrassment. His whole body was waiting for what would happen next. So he waited. |
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Post by hawkeyes on Oct 22, 2010 14:59:11 GMT -5
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At his answer, she blinked and then chanced to realize that he was now completely naked, her shirt on the floor. "OH, God!" she gasped, ducking down to grab her shirt and turning away quickly, then deciding to hand it back over from behind, her cheeks flushed. "S-sorry, I just wasn't....thinking. Kit from Australia." She kept repeating the words, trying to will away the sudden awkwardness. She pushed her hair hurriedly behind one ear, trying to figure out how to handle herself now that she had been exposed to Kit's pure nakedness up close and how she would ever pass him on the street without cringing at the memory.
She tugged the hem of her dress down a little bit, feeling suddenly self-conscious about her own nakedness under the thin fabric, not to mention she was freezing. She would have put her shirt back on if she had not known where it had just been. She rolled on the balls of her feet, waiting for him to either shift or to cover himself back up again. "On second thought..." She dug into her purse and, miraculously, found another thin, easy-to-carry slip-on dress, and flung it over her shoulder, trusting he would catch it and secure himself with it so she could turn around.
She itched the back of her neck. "I'm Evangeline," she said finally, desperate to fill the silence. "I'm...well, I'm a shifter, too. And you're from Australia and probably...you don't know about the gangs, do you?"
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Post by zephyrus on Oct 23, 2010 21:48:47 GMT -5
Kit stood there waiting for Evangeline to punch him at the very least after throwing him up against the wall like that. His anticipation made him flinch at her sudden outburst.
"OH, God!" she gasped, ducking down to grab her shirt and turning away quickly, handing the shirt behind her.
He couldn't help but smile at the abrupt change from aggression to abashedness. The rosiness of her cheeks and ears could be glimpsed from behind her hair. Kit was however quite a bit relieved that he could put his hands down. Absent mindfully he took the shirt that was handed to him, although he wasn't sure what to do with it. He was expecting to shift back to his now dominant avian form, gravity weighed too heavily on him. He found it remarkable how only a few years as a shifter had completely changed the way he felt the world. As Eva tossed the second piece of clothing over her shoulder to him, he got a better idea than temporarily cross-dressing.
"Here, hold out your arm." He spoke cautiously, two fingers under her underarm as well as her wrist moving the delicate arm into place.
"I'm Evangeline," she said finally, desperate to fill the silence. "I'm...well, I'm a shifter, too. And you're from Australia and probably...you don't know about the gangs, do you?"
He draped the the girl's shirt back over her shoulder for her to take back, wrapping the dress around her raised forearm like a bracer used by falconers in the middle ages. "No you're pretty much the first sheila that I ran into since I got here. And a flat-out shifter at that! What I've learned so far I've learned the hard way through bumps and scrapes along the way." He finished wrapping it tight before continuing as much as he could before he turned into a swift and couldn't speak. "Like the bit about how long you can shift safely and not get stuck, that part would have been useful. Now I'm stuck being human 12 hours at a time. Kind of a bugger."
There was a silence, and a swallow sat on the ground behind her heels, wings outstretched and neck turned upwards. It made peeping noises as it tried to garner attention...And possibly a bit of her own embarrassment because of his 'compromising' upward point of view. |
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Post by hawkeyes on Oct 25, 2010 16:36:54 GMT -5
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She let him direct her arm outwards and drape her dress on her skin there. She cringed, figuring he'd attempted to tie it around his hoo-ha and it'd failed, and that's why he'd placed it there: to irk her. But, turns out that wasn't the case. As he chatted to her, she listened intently, working out the kinks in her future plan on how to figure out the mess she'd gotten herself into. When he finished, she took a deep breath and glanced over her shoulder only to find he wasn't there anymore. Confused, she spun the full way around and then chanced to look down and see the little sparrow-type bird sitting with a good, front-row view underneath her dress.
She made a half-snarl half-wail type sound and backed up, holding her dress down between her legs with her right hand. She understood what the dress had been for, now, and waved her left arm impatiently. "C'mon, up you go," she snapped, figuring he could fly up on his own and didn't need any of her help. Her cheeks had flushed at him being able to see up her dress where she was creating a new meaning to 'free-style'. Oh - she hadn't even responded to him yet!
"So you're new to Shelpey Alley," she said in a slightly monotone voice, thinking about the good and bad that could come from this: the good being that...well, there wasn't much good. The bad being that she'd just unintentionally spilled on the whole 'gang' situation, but some good could come from that. She could make it seem like he'd approached her about being in Thieves and she said she'd have to check. That could work.
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