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Post by Arai on Sept 12, 2007 15:37:15 GMT -5
Murmurs of hundreds of people filled the dry air. One footstep seemed inconsequential, but multiply that single, light sound by the hundreds, and it became a dull roar of a city. Tourist voices, loud and wondering, cut the low rumble of the local noise. The clicks of dozens of cameras paired with the rustle of pamphlets as sightseers clumped in groups followed a local, usually a bored college student looking for easy money, around the city. Life went on as usual around them, every attending to their own business. Every once in a while a red head of hair stood out from the crowd. Red hair was rather uncommon in Greece, and Arai felt a bit self-conscious about it. She had always wanted to visit the capital of Greece: Athens. Now she was finally here.
As she passed a tour group, the barely nineteen-year-old casually picked up a dropped brocheure from the pebbled ground. Opening it, her light brown eyes perused the options. Should she visit the Museum of Athens first? Or maybe the Kallimaramaro, where the first Olympics were held. The late afternoon sun beat down on her head, causing small drops of sweat to bead on her forehead. Opting for the cool indoors of the museum, Arai scanned the brocheure for a map, maybe directions. As her eyes flicked through the 'interesting facts' section, she did a double take, peering closer. 'Legends of werewolves, beings that are half-wolf, half-human, are common among the locals. Although obviously a myth, these stories add to the rich culture of Greece.' Werewolves? She looked up, her eyes scanning the crowd.
How would one distinguish a werewolf from the rest of the crowd? Looking at herself in a nearby window, she couldn't imagine how. Her appearance had not changed since the incident almost half a year ago. Sure, she had noticed she could hear and smell better, and she saw better at night, but that couldn't be seen. She supposed she'd have to just luck out and run into one. Half of her wished she would; it would be nice to meet someone, anyone who understood. The other half wished she didn't. She didn't like being a werewolf; the violence of the whole thing was against her nature. Sighing, she began to walk. She would worry about it if she met a werewolf. She doubted it. It was such a big city; what were the odds?
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Post by Pablo on Sept 12, 2007 20:30:50 GMT -5
(Roughly 3.7 million to one, and I hope you don't mind me posting here.)
The boy pushed had lost himself in thought. There were so many things other kids his age had done that he couldn't. It bothered the usually cheerful boy, yet he couldn't complain. He gave up much of his child hood for power. Of course he didn't have much of a choice at the moment, he was lost that day. Confused and terrified, he had left the compounds of his orphanage to travell the world. An ill mistake, but at times he was greatful for that mistake. Most of the time actually. But no not at the moment, why these thoughts began to pop up in his head dazzled the young teenager. The boy was a depressing sight to see, his hands were in his pockets. He stared down at his feet, walking quickly. The boy bumped into a red haired female perhaps four years older then him. No actually it was a bump he had ran head first into the girl.
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Post by Arai on Sept 12, 2007 20:51:34 GMT -5
(NO! You may not post with me! Sure, it's fine.)
She had been looking around, trying to get a sense of direction, when a scruffy teenager bumped in to her head on. Hitting her shoulder, he knocked her ungraciously on her back, sending her flyer sailing through the air. Her elbow and back hit the pavement hard, sending tingling chills up her funny bone. Why did they call it that? There was nothing amusing about the sensation it created. Holding her arm, wind slightly knocked out of her, she looked up at the person who had knocked her over. He was young, no older than 16, she would guess. His face looked as if it would smile easily; she could see a sparkle of wit in his eyes. However, all this was half masked behind a visage of worried concern.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 13, 2007 15:59:28 GMT -5
As Arai had fallen she had clipped the young man flipping him over. He landed somewhat hard on his head a simple "Ow' Escaped his lips. Pablo began to get up rubbing the back of his head. For some reason the whole matter amused him, he tried not to laugh and succed. How ever, he had a some what amused face. "I'm sorry I wasn't looking." He held his arm out in assistance. She smelt some what familiar, not the he had ever seen the person. Yet the smell reminded him of people, if you can call them people.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 16:06:50 GMT -5
Arm still a bit sore, she accepted his proferred hand, grabbing him around the wrist, and pulled herself upright. She was shorter than he was; after all, she was only four inches above five feet. She did a quick assessment of the teenager that stood before her. He wasn't too much taller; his build was lean and suited for speed. From his grip on her hand, she knew that he was probably stronger than he appeared. He was very young, with a boyish face. "It's okay," she replied, rubbing her elbow, "I wasn't exactly paying attention. Hey, do you live around here?" If he did, he would know where the museaum was.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 13, 2007 16:35:59 GMT -5
He rubbed the back of his neck lightly. Well technically I don't.... Live around here. But.... "No actually I don't... live around here." He paused, he really didn't live in a single Spot" But I've been around town for a while, I kinda know where places are and stuff." If the boy didn't have such simple concepts of people he would of evaluated the girl. But people are simply people everybody had their own problems.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 16:44:03 GMT -5
Her face fell a bit as he said he didn't live here, but it rose again as he said he knew his way around. The museum was a pretty prominent spot - surely he knew where it was. "Great!" she said, light brown eyes sparkling, "then do you know where the Museum is? I have always wanted to come to Greece, and now that I'm here I don't know where anything is. I wanted to escape the heat, so I decided to go to the Museum." Her sensitive nose picked up the smell of food. Some sort of pastry. She hoped there was a restaurant near the museum; she was hungry.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 13, 2007 19:55:10 GMT -5
The boy couldn't read Greek. But he was smart enough to know a museum from any other building. He had accidently broken into one the other night. "Of course I do its..." He did a three sixty degree turn in one place. "Oh yeah its this way." Pablo said choosing the way that seemed more familiar. "Follow me." He said walking by Arai. "So where are you from?" The lycan asked assuming Arai wasn't Greek. She didn't look Greek, but looks could be decieving. He for one knew that.
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 20:08:23 GMT -5
Arai kept pace with the stranger, her lean legs powering her along. "If you say so," she said skeptically. He didn't seem to know much more than she did. She felt a bit self-conscious. Her auburn hair, light brown eyes, and paler skin screamed 'foreigner'. "I'm from America, actually," she replied, glancing at him out of her golden brown eyes. As they walked, her eyes constantly scanned the city, taking in all the detail she could. "So where are you from?" she questioned.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 13, 2007 21:15:27 GMT -5
"Well umm, I guess I could say I'm from Spain... Thats at least where where I was born. By appearance you could say otherwise... The short while I knew my parents I guess it never came across me to ask them." He said nonchalantly, Pablo had said almost the same exact line fifty times. Now it was just any other inconvenience not knowing his parents. "So uh America huh, I've never been there.... How is it like over there?" He asked as he continued to walk. In a short while the boy stopped in front of the museum. "Well here we are."
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 21:22:00 GMT -5
"At least you knew your parents," she said nonchalantly, "mine died when I was very young." Arai said this with the air of someone who had come to terms with a great loss. In reality, she had known her parents. They were still alive, in fact. She had found early on after she was kicked out that it was not as hard to lie as some people thought. They key was not making a big deal out of what you said, and it was also in how you presented it. She shrugged. "It's nice," she replied, "where I come from, it's not as dry as it is here, but people wise, it's the same as anywhere else, I guess. Same human nature; unforgiving, malicious, harsh. But that's life." She gazed up at the museum entrance. "I guess you did know where you were going," she admitted.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 13, 2007 21:42:20 GMT -5
"Oh I'm sorry." He said with a slight tone of sadness. She was right at least he had known his parents. Of course, Arai didn't have to see them die. He told himself as if he was going to argue with who had the worse case scenario. "Well of course I did, If I didn't I would of lied. I don't really like to lie, Its a sin and it also doesn't get you any where. To me it shows your insecure about yourself." He said with a smile. The words were aimed right at Arai, even though Pablo didn't know it. He opened the door of the museum, a fresh breaze blew out. "What part of America? I'm sure there are some areas drier then here."
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 21:50:34 GMT -5
She twitched away her conscience that nagged at her. Arai had been raised to believe that lying was a sin; she knew it was. She had lied a lot, yes, but she had to. There were few that understood her. Her life now was a lie, from her made-up childhood to her name. She was insecure about herself; her wolf self, anyways. She wouldn't deny that. "I grew up in the north," she said, avoiding his eyes, looking at the sweeping lines of the museum.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 13, 2007 21:56:00 GMT -5
"Ah yes the north. Because that is soooo specific." He said jokingly. He assumed she lived in about Mid West United States. She seemed like that type of person. He looked around, Pablo had never actually been to a museum. Not because the idea bored him, he loved history. It was mostly the situation he had been in all his life. "You wouldn't mind if I tagged along would you?"
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Post by Arai on Sept 13, 2007 22:11:51 GMT -5
"I'm a vague kind of person," she joked back, "but you can rule out Alaska, Hawaii, Texas, Florida, and California." Stepping inside, she welcomed the cool air that hit her skin. Turning and looking at him, she said, "Sure, why not?" It would be nice to hang out with a fellow teenager. By law, she was an adult, but she was still technically a teenager as well. Arai had been rather lonely lately; this was a drastic change from her life before. She had never lacked friends, for she was the popular one in her town. She then realized she was thinking about her past, something she tried not to do. Walking over to a museum map, she said, "So, where do you want to go first?"
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