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Post by Chaos on May 4, 2010 12:50:57 GMT 7
Somehow the windows of this floating apartment look out onto another city. Which city it is she won't tell but visitors swear that the scape changes. So somehow the apartment is here but also a lot of different places? That she won't tell either but one thing's for sure: it's a nice place to come back to. Try not to be unnerved by Vaanya's bedroom. All there is to say is that that's a lot of books for a ten year old. |
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Post by Basil on Jul 27, 2011 1:10:42 GMT 7
A small girl around the age of six or seven stood hesitantly outside the door. She looked round her shoulder before slipping the sealed envelope under the door. Marie tapped her foot nervously as she debated whether she should knock. Anna told her that Ron usually slipped them under the door then leave. However, she wasn’t Ron and … she knew that he might not be around so soon. There were six or seven more letters to send over the next few weeks, but there really was no point in doing so. Sooner or later Anna’s friend will have to find out.
The term sounded weird. Who exactly was Anna’s friend? There was Joey, there was Mr. Marcus, there were a couple of children from her sister’s class, the neighbors and the doctors and nurses. Why was this particular person so special that her older sister had to write? Why did Anna hope to see this person again? Surely this stranger can’t be more special than Joey. That she was quite certain. The brown haired girl tugged at one of her silky locks and twirled it round her finger. This was one mystery she’d want to solve. Marie Matthews should not give up so easily. She was a child prodigy for heaven’s sake!
Taking a deep breath, the kidling tip toed and knocked on the door. She bounced on her feet impatiently as she counted till ten before tip toeing again. She felt silly deep down. There was a possibility that no one was home. She hesitated, her fist stopped before she could knock again. She should have checked before she entered the lift. The little girl landed softly and crossed her arms. Should she risk going down and asking the receptionist or should she knock again? For once, the child wished she wasn’t alone. Having someone to talk would certainly lighten her current mood.
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Post by Chaos on Jul 28, 2011 20:00:26 GMT 7
Andy arrived in the penthouse, exhausted and covered in blood (most of it not her own) well after midnight. Fortunately the scene of her latest fight was well away from the sunny, designer layout at the top of one of Musehatten's tallest buildings. Not so luckily the time difference brought streaming sunlight glowing its way into the room. Growling out a curse that hadn't been in common usage in several thousand years she limped over to lower the blinds, one armed, cradling the other against her chest and nursing a misshapen shoulder.
Once the blackout curtains had brought the room into blissful darkness she took a deep breath, listening to the silence and letting it fill her up. Carefully bottling the rage and adrenaline and pain away to be dealt with later. After a long moment she felt her body smooth out, tension dropping away like water.
After another moments hesitation she took hold of her upper arm with her uninjured hand, taking a deep breath before popping her shoulder back into place. Bone grated on cartilage and she groaned before a deep blow glow suffused the injured area and everything settled back into place. She sighed softly in relief.
Then she opened her eyes, taking in the apartment in the total darkness. What she really needed, she decided, was coffee. Then a shower. Then maybe twelve hours of sleep. And then she'd be mostly human again and she could go home to see her family. She spared a brief moments thought for them, Ellis and her daughters. Then she shook it away, tucking it back into the recesses of her mind until she could deal with the mess she was currently in.
Just as she turned towards the bathroom something slid under the door with a soft hiss. She glanced over, instantly wary. Drawing a pistol from the shoulder holster concealed by her jacket she crossed silently to the door, putting her back against the wall as she peered down at what appeared to be an envelope on the floor. She looked up again as a soft knock sounded.
She hesitated, debating with herself. On the one hand it could be perfectly innocent. On the other...After a little thought she casually dropped the gun to her side, tense and ready to fire at a moments notice, and kept her back to the wall as she reached out to turn the door handle, leaving the door to gently swing open by itself. She waited.
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Post by Basil on Aug 6, 2011 1:15:48 GMT 7
The little girl blinked as the door swung open. She blinked again. Her eyes were not playing tricks on her. That someone was probably female. And that was a gun. How on earth did her sister meet this … muse? The latter seemed to fit the description of a spy or a vampire hunter or something, but not a teacher, a doctor or a nurse. Unless there was another side of the hospital she never saw, which was very possible.
“You seem tensed.”
Tilting her head to one side, the little girl continued. “I might be wrong, but you act as though you are waiting for someone to attack you.”
“I’m still thinking of how to persuade you that I’m no threat.”
She cracked her lips into a wry smile. “I’m not armed. I’m not bionicle. And magic doesn’t affect everything. Not in the Realm. I swear it’ll be hard to try a start a dictatorship here. No one has a clear advantage over everyone...”
Marie paused. Was she nervous enough to ramble? The answer was obvious. Gun wounds hurt. They are worse when they don’t kill you. The other muse seemed sane enough. She hoped.
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Post by Chaos on Aug 9, 2011 19:12:12 GMT 7
Andy sighed and lowered her gun, tucking it away wearily.
"I'm sorry." She kept her voice soft, not wanting to scare the girl any more than she already had. Geez, how many people are used to having a door answered with a gun in their faces... "I'm just a little-" She broke off, blinking as she looked the girl over.
"You look familiar." She told her, frowning as she tried to recall why the girl's features were so familiar. Then she shook her head, stepping back. "Please come in." She reached out, flicking the light switch from memory, trying not to wince as the bright lights assaulted her already raw senses.
"Make yourself comfortable." She told the girl. "I think there's some food in the kitchen." She looked down at her bloodstained clothes and various injuries. They weren't going to be as fatal or incapacitating as they would be to a human, nowhere near, but she'd have to wrap them or risk infection or, worse, blood on more of her clothes. She sighed. "Just give me a few minutes to get...cleaned up." She attempted a smile and turned away, slipping towards her bedroom.
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