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Post by demonfire on Aug 14, 2008 21:09:44 GMT -5
((Oh, my bad, XD. I took it literally. *blond moment*))
"Naw, never really had time, mate. Boot Camp age 10 through 17," referring to the strict, military schedule that his 'father' had kept to religiously. In retrospect, there were two sides to the coin: he was socially awkward, at least until actual boot camp, when he became less socially inept, but he was fitter than most of the men there.
Matt looked up at the waxing moon with interest. He felt as if his gaze had been constantly drawn there, and he stared on with some kind of young interest. It was only thanks to a subconscious notion that he snapped back to reality with whip-like speed. In response to his own action, his hands dug deeper into his pockets, burrowing themselves in for a long winter.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 15, 2008 11:59:44 GMT -5
((No prob we all do))
"Ouch," she noted to his harsh life. Cladilla's life was all about becoming a better warrior, thus anoher reason she had no relationships. Her eyes caught the glimpse of eyes, peeking over at the moon. Her train of thought wantered to what happened when there was a new moon. She decided not to bring up the questionn.
"Well, same here. About the relationship thing," She wasn't quite sure why she brought up her own personal self. She flexed her wings flaping only once, which was enough to give her a powerful enough push towards Matt. Landing only a couple of feet from him Cladilla looked him up and down, "Why do you have to act so nervous?"
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Post by demonfire on Aug 15, 2008 13:26:17 GMT -5
Matt shrugged at Cladilla's question. An unnatural chill went down his spine as if ice had slid down it. He seemed to be a slight bit paler than he originally was, and it suddenly struck him that he wasn't wearing his gas mask. During the conversation he had dropped it on the ground, and only now realized what he did. Matt bent down to grab his gas mask and removed his boonie hat with the other hand. He fitted the gas mask over-top his head and then replaced the boonie hat back to its original position.
When he stood up once again, the visor of the gas mask only showed his eyes. Matt closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, and soon his original color flooded to his face. It was truly unknown as to what Matt's fascination was with the gas mask dubbed 'Roc' was, but, in one way or another, it fueled him.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 15, 2008 14:30:16 GMT -5
Cladilla looked at his face, it was pale, but compared to her he looked as tan as ever. Watching him place his mask back on his face and raised a brow. "Now why do you need to wear this," it was obvious that it brought back his color but she didn't seem to see why that was nessecary.
Cladilla's wings fluttered but quickly settled onto her back. She pulled a tiny piece of black hair behind her ear. Showing one of her silver special hearing earings.
((Sorry that it was so short, I'm kind of brain dead right now))
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Post by demonfire on Aug 15, 2008 15:08:42 GMT -5
((Np, lol))
"Because I do," Matt said defensively. It was a bad mix, considering the fact that a 'macho' lifestyle was thrust upon him all his life, and that it was close to the full moon, when his emotions, mostly the negative ones, were on a rise. That, and he was too stubborn to admit anything that might have showed a bit of weakness.
His words tensed him up like a spring, but after he had said them he slowly loosened himself up. He released a small, silent sigh, seemingly amplified and distorted from beneath his mask.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 16, 2008 11:12:24 GMT -5
She gave an uncomfortable cough at his snap of a reply. Something al of a sudden changed in him. Cladilla noticed his glance at the moon, a possible connection, she still wasn't quite sure.
Holding herself still she realized his muscles untensing. Cladilla held her head high as she looked deeply into his eyes. An obvious fight wasn't going on inside him, she could tell, but not what, could it be the werewolf inside him, she wasn't quite sure. "What's wrong...you seem very, akward."
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Post by demonfire on Aug 16, 2008 14:05:46 GMT -5
"Nothin'," Matt said as if he were swatting off a fly. His mind seemed a bit preoccupied with other patrons at the moment. It didn't seem to have much intention of getting a good customer review. Matt broke eye contact by turning his head and scanning the darkened horizon for something to change the subject of the conversation, but all he would be able to mustter would be talking about the darkness. Needless to say, Matt wasn't of the Gothic appeal.
Suddenly he had wished that the next two days would hurry up already and pass. Oh well, unless he spontaneously gained powers over time, that was a pipe dream.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 17, 2008 11:06:07 GMT -5
Cladilla nodded with a raised eyebrow. She tried to think of something else to talk about, it was obvious that this wasn't a comfortable topic for him. There was always the fact of his werewolf "powers" but that also seemed to make him tense. Then it came to her, it was a kind of uncomfortable topic for her if it was switched around but she didn't mind asking it. "What do you like to do?" Her wings fluttered and she rose up to his eye level while in a sitting postion.
Cladilla's intrests were the same as most 17/18 year old teenagers, but she also had a dark side to her, very dark. Cladilla's main intrest was the endrenalin of watching people die. When she was little she would watch her father suck the life out of his victims. She always wished she could have the power over someone, control the difference betweeen life and death. Unfortunately being half vampire the need to suck blood regularly would overwhelm her and eventually risk her life.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 17, 2008 12:14:55 GMT -5
What did he like to do? Well, there was the eating, sleeping, exercising--no, that was what the 'it' inside liked to do. What he liked to do, average stuff: listen to music, shoot stuff, make the occasional explosive if he got bored enough. The things that everyone liked to enjoy. "Music, magnums, and Malatovs," Matt said; he thought that it summed up his interests fairly well.
"You, mate?" he asked, attempting to take the spotlight off of himself for the moment. Being the lead role never took a liking to Matt, and he didn't take a liking to it either.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 17, 2008 15:42:02 GMT -5
"Me?" She was a tad bit unnerved, of course this was expected, Matt obviously not the most talkative person. Her mind ran through her list of interests. Music, definitaly, drawing, of course, fighting, eh it was more of a requirement. So she had music and drawing, then there was the other thing. She fought over it in her mind for a coule of seconds before relying on a euphamism of her intrest. "I like music too, most alternative and pop, drawing, and the deceased." Saying it made her pale cheeks flurished with color a bit. She gave a hafty cough in the opposite direction until her face cooled down.
The time she had spent talking to Matt had helped her not focus on how tired she was until she gave a quck look in the direction of the horizon, still no sun, but the thought brought back another yawn. "Gosh I wish I could just shut this damn thing off," she mumbled under her breath.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 17, 2008 17:35:46 GMT -5
Matt shouldn't have taken the 'deceased' as much as a surprised; after all, in everything he knew about the bloodsuckers said that they were the undead. Of course she would feel at home with her own kind. Matt, on the other hand, considering that he only knew one werewolf, and that was the one who bit him. That one had met an untimely end thanks to a combat KA-BAR.
"Sounds like you need an apple, mate. Better for you, gives more of a boost than caffeine," he said, gladly sharing little tidbits of quick energy with others who didn't have a vendetta against him.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 18, 2008 18:27:43 GMT -5
She smiled, "You know where I can find one?" Her wings leveling her to the ground before folding yet again lightly on her back. She pointed in the direction of a dark patch towards the forest. "It's that way to the market area, but that's almost a 2 day trip on foot. And I bet you know that this way is to the school." Turning the extended finger in an opposite direction.
Her lavender eye gazed back at him, almost like a five year old who lost thier mother, "Where should we go?" Cladilla lowered her hand to her side, the other one leaned against the hilt of one of her swords. The night was quiet, only squirels and owls could be heard for miles away. There was a soft patting of foot steps and then the sound of shouting and a dim gunshot. Obviously some farmer found some pest that shouldn't have been in his bushes.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 18, 2008 19:10:00 GMT -5
"Well, mate, I'd go to the school considering its closer and its free," Matt said. Contrary to his companion of the evening, Matt was well-rested and might have been able to go all night and through the next day. Plenty of rest that day combined with two parts conditioning equaled a raring to go Matt. Call it luck that he took his day off today, or call it that he had suddenly gained precognitive-like intuition. Most likely the former.
The gunshot sent receptors through his brain on haywire, and he grabbed the wrist of Cladilla's extended hand and began to pull her the other way. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure that we should head to the school," Matt said.
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Post by Cladilla on Aug 18, 2008 21:05:42 GMT -5
Cladilla nodded in agreement, and was swept away in his urgent grasp of her hand. The warmth of it made her skin crawl, in a good way, like the way you would get when you were really happy. Luckly for her Cladilla was able to keep her composer and keep herself from blushing. Her feet stumbled over a couple of thick roots in the ground.
After finally finding her footing after almost tripping over her own two feet she was able to catch up to Matt. "What about what happens when we get there, you aren't a werewolf yet, and I'm not a full vampire so we can go into that part of the school."
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Post by demonfire on Aug 20, 2008 16:20:13 GMT -5
Had the lycan not been wearing his gas mask, he most likely would have caught a whiff of the natural pheromones that Cladilla had produced when she blushed; but, now only the nostalgic smell of the gas mask owned his nostrils.
"What d'you mean, mate?" Matt asked while pressing forward on the dirt path that looped around the garden. The trees were starting to hang over the path, low enough that Matt had to duck underneath some of them. The thick foliage and canopy had almost completely blocked out the night sky, except for the stray space that allowed a glimpse at the stars.
((Meh, sorry for the wait. I was busy and lost meh muse, D:))
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