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Post by Pablo on Sept 14, 2007 14:19:48 GMT -5
He looked over Arai's shoulder. The boy hid a frown, he knew at least where he didn't want to go. Athenians had been artist in their time, Pablo disliked art. "I don't know, I never choose a specific location and head there. I usually just let my feet lead the way." It was not the best idea, and had gotten him in trouble more times then less. "I guess I'll just follow you."
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Post by Arai on Sept 14, 2007 14:26:37 GMT -5
Eyes searching the map, she listened to the boy speak. "Hmmmm, just let your feet lead?" she commented, "I let my head lead, because my feet don't have eyes to see danger." So far it had worked for her. She wasn't dead yet. Then again, neither was he. Her eyes finally settled on an area that looked interesting. "How do you feel about archeological finds?" she asked. One never knew what sort of interesting things were hidden underground.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 14, 2007 14:49:48 GMT -5
"Sounds good to me." He said smiling anything was better then art, turning his head. The museum was quite full, after all Athens was a large city. But the boy safely assumed they were all tourist, most people who were intrested in museums had lived in Athens had most likely been there.
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Post by Arai on Sept 14, 2007 14:56:51 GMT -5
Arai maneuvered through the crowd, thankful for once that she was slender and willowy. She had a fairly good sense of direction; it had only increased since the day the wolf attacked. But she pushed that out of her mind. No matter how hard she tried, she always ended up thinking about the attack and the events that followed. Even in this giant mass of people, she still felt alone. Heck, this boy would probably turn and run if he knew she was a werewolf. "What's your name, anyways?" she asked, turning her head halfway around to make sure he was still following.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 15, 2007 10:13:54 GMT -5
Pablo's head constantly turned to one side then the other. He was paying the slightest of attention to one thing. "Hm?" Pablo paused. "Oh right my name. Its Pablo." He said with a smile. "And yours?" The lycan was perhaps as slender as Arai, and had no trouble to pass through the group of people aswell.
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Post by Arai on Sept 15, 2007 10:18:38 GMT -5
"You may call me Arai," she replied, "It's a Greek name, despite the fact that I am not Greek." Turning her attention to navigating through the crowd, she dodged strollers, ducked under enthusiastic conversationist's waving arms, and barely avoided knocking over small running children. Finally, they came to the archaeological section of the museum. "Well," she said half to herself, "let's see if there is anything of interest in here."
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Post by Pablo on Sept 16, 2007 19:50:15 GMT -5
"Eh names are pointless if you ask me." He said with a smile. There is nothing behind a name right? Pablo continued to follow Arai. He quickly disappered from Arai's side once they had arrived, at their destination. His eye caught a shattered ruined sword. It was supposely from somebody famous, he didn't bother to read about it. A man watched as he stared intensly at it. He turned to whisper something to an other.
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Post by Arai on Sept 16, 2007 20:03:12 GMT -5
"Maybe," she replied with a bit of a mysterious smile. When he left, she methodically began to go around the room, reading all she could. Her intellect thirsted for knowledge. She would have been in college now if it hadn't have been for that camping night. Arai wandered about, half-reading about the artifacts and half listening to the conversations around her. Most of it was trivial; old ladies commenting on some pottery, mothers talking about how hard it was to take children to museums. Some was interesting, however; information about the city and what had been going on. She also kept tabs on the boy, Pablo, while she listened. He seemed interested in an old sword. She would get there eventually.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 16, 2007 20:09:55 GMT -5
Pablo walked up to the sword now. It wasn't out of reach and was about to touch it even if it had a do not touch sign. He didn't see how simple silver could hurt some one like him. A hand reached out to the shattered end of the sword when a quickly slap on his hand stopped him. "Can't you read boy." Pablo looked up to the man. "Read? Oh yeah read Umm no." He joked. "Would you mind telling me about the sword? I mean you can read after all."
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Post by Arai on Sept 16, 2007 20:14:47 GMT -5
At the sounds of a bit of commotion, Arai swiftly turned and sized up the situation. Pablo was getting a scolding from a bit of a middle-aged man with a paunch. Her ears picked up the conversation. It sounded like he had tried to touch the sword. Casually sauntering to the pair, she stood nearby just in case something happened. She figured she owed Pablo a favor, considering he had helped her find her way. Pretending to read another exhibit card, she listened in to see what would happen.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 16, 2007 20:19:23 GMT -5
(Extremely bad post sorry writers block.) "I don't have to." The man said. Pablo nodded his head with satisfaction. He decided to throw in a small smile. "Whats so funny?" The young man shook his head. "No nothing I just don't see why someone as intelligent as you decided to become a security guard in a museum instead of going to collage." The man ignored him he was just a twerp.
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Post by Arai on Sept 16, 2007 20:33:40 GMT -5
Arai listened with a bit of a smirk as Pablo talked to the man. At least the boy could handle himself. Actually reading this time, she turned her attention back to the pot shards in front of her. Peering closer, she examined the pictures on the pot. Interesting stuff, history was. People painted strangely back then. Moving over to the sword area, she murmured, "Getting into trouble, now, are we Pablo? Following your feet again?"
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Post by Pablo on Sept 16, 2007 20:37:40 GMT -5
"No I was trying to use my head... It doesn't work as well as you claim." He said with a smile. For some a touche would be in order. The boy quickly glanced at the time, it wasn't late. But that wasn't what bothered him. "Do you know if theres going to be a full moon tonight?" He tried to remember, the past night. Pablo hadn't had a forced transformation in a two to three weeks.
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Post by Arai on Sept 16, 2007 20:51:39 GMT -5
A smart alec, was he? Two could play that game. "Hmmm, it must be quite out of practice then," she retorted with a grin. Her face grew a bit pensive at his query. She thought back to the last full moon. "Nooooo, I think it's tomorrow," she replied slowly. She reminded herself to be far away from civilization by that time. She didn't want to hurt anyone. Then her eyes met his, her light brown gaze curious. "Why do you ask?"
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Post by Pablo on Sept 16, 2007 21:11:11 GMT -5
Pablo chuckled lightlu as he waited for her response to his question. He was thinking of a reply. Truth was he wasn't a good liar. Even if it was the simplest lie. "I don't know I guess I'm just curious." He said with a innocent smile. "I just like to keep track of stuff like that." The lie would of been more convincing if her eyes hadn't been staring right at his.
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