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Post by demonfire on May 6, 2008 17:31:23 GMT -5
Matt jogged through the forest. Black boots beat against the bottom of the forest floor, leaving leaves both crushed and unharmed in its wake. Sweat came out from under the gas mask, and the lycan was contemplating taking it off, something that happened almost as often as Hailey's Comet. But taking off the gas mask would be way too much work while running, not to mention it would get annoying for him, so, the boy stopped in his tracks. He quickly ripped off the Boonie hat and gas mask, taking in greedy breaths of fresh air. Eventually, he slowed it down to slower, deeper ones.
Matt scoured around for something to sit on, and he settled for a decaying log. He lay his things next to him, and took out the bowie knife he had always kept by his side. The lycan began widdling away at a piece of wood he found on the forest floor; although, the goal of his work was as of yet unknown. All alone, he seemed to be a different person that wasn't intent on keeping up a "macho-man" exterior. In fact, he even began to whistle something to himself that sounded like Pink Floyd.
Creatures scurried across the foliage that covered the ground of the gamut of the trees, but he seemed not to notice as he began to take in the smaller aspects of life.
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Post by Sea on May 6, 2008 18:14:29 GMT -5
Feline eyes flickered in the shadows above Matt, watching him with interest. It wasn't malevolent, only curious and surprisingly innocent. A long golden tail swished silently from side to side, and her ears were pricked as she listened to the whistling. The creature-named Sanet- was not really a qualifier for the term 'creature', and in fact was more something to be put under 'human.' She had been watching in fascination as the young man below removed his gas mask. She had been crouching on the branch, but decided to change into something that looked less strange. Her bare feet held her steady as she turned so that she lay along it length-wise, much like leopards do. She placed her hands beneath her chin. Her jeans looked as though they had seen better days, as they were thin and torn in numerous places about the knees. Her shirt was a dark, earthy green, depicting a boy holding a spellbook. The cartoon boy had a swirl of energy issuing from his hand. The graphic was done in white, but the nature of the boy's dress and facial structure implied African-American. She prided herself on the fact it was hemp. Why one would pride self on such a fact is unknown. Her bangs fell in her eyes as she looked down at him, and she quickly blew them out of the way, not caring much about stealth at this point. "Whatchya doin'?" she called down, a smile on her face.
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Post by demonfire on May 6, 2008 18:34:27 GMT -5
The careless exposure, the quiet and calm humming, and even the widdling ceased in the moment in which San called down to him. He gripped the knife almost as if he were going to lash out with it any minute, if only for a moment before returning to the occupying act of carving the wood. "Widdling," Matt said. His voice had the air of a British accent in it. While he did not turn around to see San's face, he didn't take her as much of a threat judging by the scent. Cat. So, he had some innate bias as to the feline group, but it was only to be expected and sometimes appreciated. After all, his grip on the knife had loosened.
"I could ask you the same question," Matt responded back, still virtually entirely focused upon his makeshift carving-in-the-making. The formation of a leg began to form upon the piece of abandoned wood.
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Post by Sea on May 6, 2008 18:45:57 GMT -5
Sanet stopped, and thought a moment. She wasn't doing anything at the moment, but the way she froze could be called stopping. What was she doing? "I don't know.. maybe nothing... does lying down in a tree count as doing something?" she called down. She now felt substantially disgruntled at the fact she wasn't doing anything. She gripped the branch, and rolled over, so she was hanging down like a sloth. She inched forward, for no real reason, before letting go with her feet. She hung on with both hands, quickly switching them around so she flipped over the branch. Before beginning her second revolution she let go, and launched herself to the ground, landing surprisingly lightly. "Tada!" she exclaimed, arms wide as she accepted the imaginary applause from her invisible audience, and bowed gracefully. Her voice was talking level, as though she were subconciously aware of Matt. "Gratzi! Gratzi! I'll be here all week!" She had a look of self-appreciation upon her face, as she continued to make believe she actually had an audience. In the sane world, she was just bowing and calling out to Matt, in a most amusing display of antics and tomfoolery.
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Post by demonfire on May 6, 2008 18:55:40 GMT -5
Half of Matt wanted to react in reflex and catch the girl, but the other, more dominating half of himself realized that she was going to be fine. The only real problem was the giant centipede. As if he hadn't seen the acrobatic display of skills, he simply looked up at San, staring for a moment with intense blue eyes that seemed to betray what he was thinking before returning to his wooden wonder. "You've got a centipede on your foot," he said as the insect surely climbed onto San's leg. The beast was no ordinary centipede--that was obvious by its size. It looked to be as big as a man's arm, and the color was a sickening array of greens and oranges, as well as the iridescent plumage sticking out of its backside. Honestly, was that really necessary?
Maybe when he came, when he was still unexposed to the insanity that walked the grounds of this school and the unexplained occurrences, he would have freaked. But Matt was slowly adjusting to the new atmosphere.
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Post by Sea on May 6, 2008 19:04:18 GMT -5
Sanet froze. She looked down at her leg. She had never liked bugs, even tiny ones. She found herself staring at the most bizarre, grotesque, partially feathered thing she had ever seen. In situations such as this, there's only one thing to do, and San did it. She screamed bloody murder, and began to hop about in some bizarre dance of fear and fury, cursing the thing with every cuss-word in the English language and some German, too. It all basically boiled down to 'Get off me, you bedamned thing', but in much more interesting terms. She repeated this several times before realizing it was not yet removed from her person, so she began a series of leg shakes and karate kicks to try to get it off. Such things are not advised, however, and San did lose her balance, most unfortunately. Once fallen, the grotesque creature crawled off her leg, as if to just scorn her more. San then lay on the ground, in a daze, murmuring nonsensical phrases about stars, birds and monkies. And the 'middle', whatever that meant.
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Post by demonfire on May 6, 2008 19:32:20 GMT -5
"Are you..uh...okay there?" Matt asked, taking his eyes off of his magnum opus for a moment as he looked up at San and her "graceful" fall. His knife slipped and sliced one of his fingers. He cursed under his breath as the wound began to visibly close back up. Sure, it had its downsides, but lycanthropy could be pretty useful in certain situations.
The centipede-thing began crawling away; which, after its tail picked up enough speed, evolved into a strange fly. The centipede-bird flew over San as it searched for sustenance on which it could feed upon.
Matt sighed as he got up for a moment, leaving behind his gas mask and his work and held out his hand for San. He could be an ass at times, but she hadn't done anything stupid to ignite him, so she was good in his book.
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Post by Sea on May 7, 2008 16:16:00 GMT -5
Sanet put one hand to her head, as though to stop it spinning. She then used it to push herself into a sitting position, and reached out her other hand and took Matt's. She pulled herself up, with his help, of course. "Yeah, I think so... thanks," she mumbled, still a bit dazed. She swayed about on her feet, as though she were tipsy, but of course she wasn't. "What was that.... that odd creature?" Her eyes looked a little glazed over, and she looked fairly out of it. In fact, she looked thoroughly ditzy. Swaying about in a drunken manner, she swerved over to the tree and leaned against it, panting a little, and a little grossed-out spasm shook her every so often.
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Post by demonfire on May 7, 2008 16:47:33 GMT -5
Matt shrugged, making no verbal response to San that could be known. He went back to widdling on his little piece of abandoned wood, and one leg became two. "Probably one of the weird buggers crawlin' all over in this place," he said. He had seen a couple of strange insects earlier. It was a good thing he was seeing these after he had begun to adjust. Magic, Elves, Cat People, and Centibirds. Pretty strange for the run of the mill day, huh?
((Super sorry for the short post, writer's block has blocked me, D:))
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Post by Sea on May 7, 2008 16:58:08 GMT -5
Sanet nodded, and, finally having regained balance, walked over to Matt. She sat down quietly, so she wouldn't disturb him, and quietly watched him widdle away. "What are you making?" she asked quietly. Her eyes surveryed the creation-in-the-making, but could only discern a pair of legs. What was it? It was kind of nibbling at her like little mice, funny little mice with black hats and white fur. Why did they have black hats? Because they needed something to match their little black canes, of course.
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Post by demonfire on May 7, 2008 17:37:35 GMT -5
"I guess you'll see when I'm done," Matt said in a monotone voice, still widdling away on his masterpiece. As if he had implicitly answered San's prayers, the formation of a body began to become barely recognizable on the piece of leftover. "Name?" he asked plainly and without distracting himself from his work, as if the question were as normal as breathing. He didn't beat around the bush; Matt hated dancing around the question, and dancing too, for that matter. Simple man.
Matt momentarily stopped and sniffed something before sneezing. He pressed one finger against one of his nostrils and then forcibly blew out snot behind him. "Hate pollen..." he muttered to himself.
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Post by Sea on May 8, 2008 19:26:42 GMT -5
Sanet watched as he sneezed, trying not to laugh. Something about sneezes was funny to her. She couldn't help but don an amused smile. "Sanet O'Malley, but you may call me San," she replied. She didn't feel the need to press him for his own name, as she felt he would tell her if he so wished. "One great thing about being part cat. Actually, two, but kind of related. One is that you only sneeze if there's increased moisture in the air. The other is that you know when it's going to rain, because you sneeze." Her tail flicked about on the ground, lazily covering itself in a coating of dust, dirt and the little pollen things that fall of the trees. Not really caring, she continued to watch his widdling with interest. Her cat-pupils grew large, as cats eyes will often do if they are transfixed upon something. This also usually means they're going to pounce on something, but Sanet wasn't really feeling in a pouncing mood.
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Post by demonfire on May 12, 2008 16:13:11 GMT -5
"Matt," he said shortly as he continued on with his widdling. "Best thing 'bout being a wolf is that you don't care much 'bout the weather," the lycan said. A small head began to make its way into the world, and Matt most likely had no intention on making any distinguishable details on the soldier. That was it; just another nameless face, that would be known as a number to the majority of commanders. Just another man being cast into the abyss.
He sneezed once more, and his knife cut across the wood and into his finger again, only this time, his work had been ruined by a large cut piece through the center. His disgruntled mutterings was completed by a frustrated throw of the piece of wood into the forest floor. It went through his head that this was just his job; a soldier wasn't meant to build. A soldier was meant to destroy.
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Post by Sea on May 12, 2008 17:16:54 GMT -5
Sanet nodded, and watched as he messed up his carving. She watched silently, her eyes alert yet not revealing much emotion. "Whatchya doin' out here?" she asked, trying to carry on a new conversation. It was obvious she couldn't pull the old 'Nice weather' small talk. She was growing bored, and she wished she had brought a book. Or something exciting would happen. Not involving large insects, however. She sighed. "Nevermind about that, that's a boring question. Where'd you live before you came here?" She thought this was a better question, as he most likely would have an interesting story to tell. If he'd tell it at all. And if he wouldn't tell, that would be equally interesting, adding a bit to the 'mystery' factor of it all.
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Post by demonfire on May 14, 2008 16:21:08 GMT -5
"What I was doing out here was carving something," Matt said flatly and bluntly. It wasn't as if he were going to lie to her about that. "And where I came from," he said, pausing in the middle of his sentence, "Is something that's on a need-to-know basis." He looked up at the foliage of the dark trees, watching cascading colors and leaves. "And really, it's not polite to ask about someone without first giving them the knowledgeable equivalent," he said, ignorant of how he had gotten San's name.
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