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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 17:24:59 GMT -5
Immortal? So she had to live like this, a monster a day every month, shunned the other 30, forever? Unless she was killed. But she didn't want that either. "So does that mean that I will always look like I'm nineteen?" she asked, "or will I just age incredibly slowly?" She hoped she would age at least a bit. The fact that she looked young for her age had always been a bit of an annoyance for her. "Yes," she said, "I know a lot, but I never got to go through medical school. If it hadn't have been for that werewolf, I would be a freshman at the best school in the state right now."
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 19, 2007 17:28:47 GMT -5
"Your can get older every year if you want, it's all in your mind, me i wish never to get older, although i'm pretty old." Vincent said as sat on the coach, opposite of Arai.
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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 18:34:48 GMT -5
She gave him a curious look. "You mean you can actually control your aging with your mind? Strange....." she said. She itched to know the biology behind it, to know how a body could transform, and why the full moon was the trigger. Arai had a very scientific mind, and it thirsted for more knowledge. "So," she said slowly, "if you wanted to look, say, twenty years older, you could?"
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Sept 19, 2007 19:26:25 GMT -5
"Yes, but you cannot go below the age that you were when you were transformed." Vincent said as he arisen and walked towards his Guinness. "I can teach you everything i know, if you let me." Vincent then added.
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Post by Arai on Sept 19, 2007 19:33:17 GMT -5
She pondered this for a while. Quite strange. Before this, she would have said impossible. Then again, she would have also said werewolves did not exist. And yet here she was, conversing in a warehouse with two male werewolves. "So you can also make yourself look younger?" she questioned. "I'm sorry for asking so many questions, it's just that I know so little, yet I've been like this for almost half a year now."
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Post by Arai on Oct 18, 2007 11:23:33 GMT -5
(Since for various reasons this thread sort of died....I'm coming back)
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Arai shuffled along the streets of Buffalo, New York. It was practically deserted since New York City had been decimated by a few well-placed bombs. Which made it perfect for those who just wanted to be alone. Alone was what Arai thought she wanted. Ever since getting away from the resistance with the help of Christina, she had wandered around aimlessly. For some reason she felt driven to go to Buffalo. Well, after much walking, as her calloused feet could testify, a few hitch hiking encounters, and really any kind of transportation she could get her hands on, she was here. It had taken a while; one full moon had come a few days ago, meaning she had traveled for about a month. A bitter nip was in the air as the biting wind cut through her threadbare jacket, kindly donated by an older lady who had driven her this far. But now there was no one there but Arai and the ghosts of her past.
Turning a corner, her eyes looked heavily up at a building. For some reason, she stopped. It called to her somehow, this old warehouse-looking building. Like a distant memory. The street lights began to come on, half broken and flickering, regardless of the lack of people. Purple and dark blue began to tinge the reddening sky, and Arai decided she might as well stop here. Searching around the building, she finally found a door of sorts. With a scrape and a screech of rusty metal, it finally opened to her tugs. Gray darkness met her eyes, and she blinked, clearing the stirred dust from her face. Tiny specks of dust floated in the waning light that streamed through cloudy windows. This place seemed so familiar, but Arai was in no state of mind to think about it. She didn't honestly care. Worn out from her long journey, she curled up on the couch in a ball, a position she had begun sleeping in lately. Somehow it made her feel safer. Within minutes she had fallen into a restless sort of sleep, unaware of her surroundings.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 28, 2007 20:53:55 GMT -5
A frowned crossed the boy's face. He looked around left and right, letting his head drop staring at the ground. He was told to come here, multiple times. All by different people, people that he assumed were his friends. But the way things were, you could only assume. Nobody is, who they appear to be. Even Pablo, especially Pablo. The boy had been there the time the missile struck, he found it hard to believe he had survived. It was actually only seconds after he had landed at the Air Port. Time flew by since the incident, he went into a state of unconsciousness. There was an explosion, screaming, a bright light then nothing. If he wasn't a lycan he wouldn't have survived.
Since then he had traveled West from New York City . It was a pity the whole city had been destroyed. He had heard too many good things about it. He didn't keep time of how long he had walked for. Eventually he had entered the city of Buffalo. Why the names of cities varied so much in the United States, he did not know. Pablo left it at the simple fact, that people are weird. As all these thoughts went through the young teenager's mind, he was kicking a can down the street. It was a cold windy night, and all he wore was a simple white shirt and some jeans he had picked up some where. Pablo didn't care who the previous owners were of the clothes. Hell he didn't care if they had A.I.D.s, he was a lycan, he wouldn't get sick he told himself. With a good kick the can went flying through the shattered window of a warehouse. At the moment it was the boy's only source of entertainment. Now that his friends were dead, the friends whose den was in New York City. Or was it just New York? They had never specified. He entered the Ware house, seeking his 'source of entertainment'. It was Pablo's way to make a dramatic entrance, and the large steel door would only make it more dramatic. Or in Arai's point of view much louder, as he kicked the rusty metal door down. It collapsed, sending a large clank sound through out the Ware house. Stepping inside the room, Pablo stood apon the door, in all of his mighty triumph.
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Post by Arai on Oct 29, 2007 12:11:12 GMT -5
Curled tightly, Arai appeared to be sleeping. But her slumber was far from restful. Her scattered throughts flitted through her consciousness like demons from the underworld here to torment her whenever she dared to close her eyes. Dark, then light. Squinting, she tried to see what approached. Something large, something dark, kept coming. Footsteps resounded in her ears; loud, booming thuds. Nothing surrounded her but the dark and the light, no shelter was in sight. She felt so exposed, searching frantically for anywhere to hide. A click shot through the eerie contrast of white and black, making her freeze. Suddenly there was water up to her waist, slowing her movements and stopping her from running away. Suddenly, Cameron's leering face entered her sense, filling them. With a torturous laugh, he pointed a gun at her. With a loud bang, it went off, straight towards her wide-open eyes. With a gasp, Arai woke up in a cold sweat. Shivering and warm all at once, she rubbed her arms, trying to warm herself. The temperature had dropped even more, especially since she was surrounded by metal and concrete. The ringing from the loud bang still resounded in her ears. Turning, she looked around out of habit, all her muscles tense and ready for action like they always were whenever she woke up from one of those dreams. But this time there was someone here. The darkening skies coupled with the lack of light in the warehouse prevented her from seeing who it was. Rolling to her feet, she crouched slightly, fists clenching and eyes hardening. "Who are you and what do you want," she snapped brisquely. Arai would not go through any more degredation. She was ready for a fight.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 29, 2007 14:08:55 GMT -5
Dust entered Pablo's eyes as he had kicked down and stepped on the rusty door. The lycan's sensitive eyes quickly began to shed tears to get rid of the small particles. There was a sound of what he could only assume was somebody twitching or jerking. As if they had awoken or were currently in a nightmare. At least he had his other senses. His ears could pick up the slightest movement and they did as Arai got up, and prepared herself. Though she had a feminine voice, her smell was exactly the opposite. It was like one of a beggar. Pablo quickly went into a fighting stance. "I was looking for shelter." He said, using his voice as some sort of sonar. He was able to imagine some of the interior of the building, successfully.
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Post by Arai on Oct 29, 2007 20:05:58 GMT -5
As the dust began to clear and her light amber eyes slowly adjusted to the light, or lack thereof, she could see the intruder standing brazenly on the old door. As the voice indicated, it was a boy, young, probably a teenager. He was slender and wiry, not very tall, but ready to fight. If it was a normal human, Arai could probably win in a fight, but as it was, she doubted he was normal. Few humans walked the streets at night in New York, especially since the bombing. She knew he was probably not a vampire; they couldn't enter a building unless invited. He smelled faintly of smoke and the streets. There was something about him that was slightly familiar, much like this building. Arai kept alert, but since he was not immediately attacking she was not as worried. "Well you didn't have to break down the door to do so," she grumbled irritably. Arai was not happy when woken up, especially when woken up by someone busting down her door and letting more cold air in. Taking a few steps closer, Arai asked, "What are you? Human? Or otherwise?"
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Post by Pablo on Oct 29, 2007 20:15:32 GMT -5
Pablo stared forward in the direction he assumed Arai was in. He wouldn't give his enemy the advantage of sight. Adrenaline built up in the young teenager as he was ready to attack. he managed to hold himself back. "Of course, I'm human do I look like one of those vampire scums." He retorted, half lying at the same time. Lying wasn't one of his strong points but at the moment it was convincing. His eyes usually gave away the fact he was lying, but at the moment they were staring straight forward. The voice was somewhat familiar, but the smell wasn't. It threw him completely off. Maybe there are two of them? He asked himself. The idea was quickly thrown aside, the voice and smell were coming from the same exact location. Pablo took a steady step forward, he bent his knees lightly to enter a some what crouching position.
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Post by Arai on Oct 29, 2007 20:38:01 GMT -5
Her mind twitched slightly at the sound of that voice. It was so familiar, but in her just-awakened state she couldn't remember who it belonged to. Not a vampire? Well she had already figured out that one. "Of course you're not a vampire," she said disdainfully, "you couldn't enter unless I had invited you. And considering you woke me from my much-needed sleep by bursting in, then I couldn't have invited you, now could I?" Distrust was Arai's dearest friend nowadays; she believed no one, especially when talking race. His smell was slightly reminiscent of a distant time, as was his voice, and it was driving her crazy. Arai saw his form lower slightly, and guessed he was grouching as if to jump or fight as he moved closer. "I wouldn't suggest trying to fight me," she growled. Arai might be small, measuring at five foot two, but she was irritated and sick of people taking advantage of her. Being a lycan helped too, making her more resiliant to injuries. Over the past month she had toughened up a lot, becoming harder and colder. Arai was a much different girl from the one she had started as.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 29, 2007 20:45:44 GMT -5
Pablo grew slightly angry. He couldn't explain why, maybe it had to do with the words she said. The fact it made her sound some what like a prick, or maybe it was her tone of voice at the moment. It was most likely neither, Pablo had delt with people far worse then her. Lately the young teenager, had not been able to control most of his emotions or thought. He was able to control some of actions though, which was most likely why he hadn't cocked back his fist and hit her right in the kisser. If she had been a guy, it would of been a whole different story. An idea, one that wasn't his crossed his mind. "So... Females are equal to males? In all ways. You deserve to be treated and payed the same amount right?" He asked trying to keep his tone of voice nonchalantly, the question seemed to cut out of the blue. If Arai thought her temper had been low lately, she hadn't seen Pablo's.
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Post by Arai on Oct 29, 2007 20:53:15 GMT -5
Arai snorted in a decidedly unladylike fashion. "Of course not in all ways! Where did you go to school, feminazi academy? Sure we should have equal opportunities, but we're better at some things than you guys are, and you're better at some things than we are," she explained, her tone of voice reminiscent of a exasperated schoolteacher. She was all for women voting and all, but people just had to realize that there were vast differences between the genders. "Just because we can vote doesn't mean we can go and play linebacker on a football team," she continued, "Women should be treated with respect, though I haven't seen any of that in quite a while." Arai had given up on males in general; her experiences sort of scarred her against being overly friendly towards them. She suspected that there was an ulterior motive to his question; people didn't just break into buildings and then ask stuff like that. Whatever the case, she was still alert and on guard, ready to attack or defend at the drop of a pin.
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Post by Pablo on Oct 29, 2007 21:00:09 GMT -5
The only words Pablo processed were the words Of course. The rest just seemed to enter one ear and exit the other. Plus Pablo lived in Europe all his life, he didn't know what a line backer was."Good" The teenager said n the middle of Arai's rant, he pulled back his fist and then let it go. He used all his muscles in his right arm, and upper right side of his body. If he had known it was Arai, he wouldn't have attacked, and if it had been any other day Pablo would of walked away. Followed by the punch, Pablo attempted to kick her on the side. He wasn't really trying to hurt her, it more trying to get her to shut up.
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