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Post by Arai on Sept 16, 2007 21:17:53 GMT -5
Arai looked him in the eyes for about a minute. She knew he was lying; his face was far too honest to pull off a lie. "Right," she said finally. Turning back to the shattered sword, she put her hand up to her chin, reading the little card. "So," she said, "why were you so interested in this sword?" It didn't look particularly exciting or unique. Then again, she wasn't a master of weaponry. Maybe there was something special about this hunk of metal.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 16, 2007 21:22:27 GMT -5
Pablo tried to avoid eye contact which only made matters worse. He then stopped and looked back at Arai. "I like historic battles, I thought it belonged to an old Greek General. They wouldn't have any other sword on display." This time it was not a lie. But at the same he didn't speak the whole truth. But his conscience was more then all right with that.
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Post by Arai on Sept 16, 2007 21:39:30 GMT -5
"Yes, it would make sense to have a Greek sword in a Greek museum," she commented dryly. She glanced at the watch of a man standing nearby. It was getting late; the museum would probably be closing soon. The crowd had started to thin a bit, the tour buses carting away loud people to the next big attraction. "You'd probably be getting home, Pablo," she commented, "it's getting late." She figured she could find a park or something to sleep in tonight. Then she would be out of town before the full moon tomorrow.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 16, 2007 21:45:43 GMT -5
"Yeah your most likely right." He said with a smile. Pablo turned around, "Maybe we'll cross paths again. Its a small world." The boy looked at the world usually through a positive prospective. He left the museum walking by an alley way, he looked straight up to catch the moon. A loud clunk could be heard as two so called men held Pablo by the arms and dragged him away into the darkness.
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Post by Arai on Sept 16, 2007 22:00:24 GMT -5
"Well, it was nice to meet you," she replied as he walked away. After a few seconds, she looked over to where he left. There was something different about him, something very interesting. Her curiosity piqued, she decided to follow him. Walking out of the museum, she caught a glimpse of the back of Pablo's head as he walked down an alleyway. Waiting long enough so that he would not catch her following, she peeked down the alleyway just in time to see two shadows knock him upside the head and drag him off. Arai hesitated. She was not a fighter by any means, but she couldn't leave an innocent person to be kidnapped in the streets. So she followed, swift and silent, trying to figure out what to do.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 16, 2007 22:11:11 GMT -5
Pablo quickly woke up, his inner beast was about to kick in. He recognized the two faces as they pushed him againsst a room. They spoke in Greek. "I don't speak your language, Speak in English God d**nit!!" One of the men hit him. "Your in the position to give commands now wheres my money!" Pablo let out a sigh. "In my back pocket." One of the men reached men and pulled down a couple thousand dollars. "This is it! I could of sold those explosives for much more." The man then back handed slapped Pablo. "What does a boy like you need them for anyways?" Once again he hit him. This perhaps had pushed the boy's final nerve. With hidden strength he pushed the two men off him. He growled showing his canine teeth, and began to transform. Pablo was strong enough to turn even without a full moon. The two men backed themselves against the wall on the other side, they had no chance to scream. The lycan's white fur turned red with blood as he shook one of the man's heads in his mouth. It resembled a dog tearing off the head of a doll and shaking it violently.
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Post by Arai on Sept 16, 2007 22:18:10 GMT -5
Arai hid in the shadows, listening and waiting. Pablo's anger was almost palpitable as she watched. The sharp sound of a slap echoed throughout the alley, and she couldn't help but wince a bit. Those men did not seem very happy with him. Then something astonishing happened. With a growl, the small Pablo suddenly was a giant white wolf, and he was angry. His back swelled, covered in a thick layer of fur, and his face enlongated and snapped at the two. She saw the terror on their faces until he reached down and siezed one of the them, ripping off his head with a juicy snap. If it hadn't have been for the fact that she had worked in the medical field, she probably would have fainted. No longer conscious about concealing herself in the alley, she stood, watching in horrified fascination.
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 14:18:23 GMT -5
Pablo felt slightly sympathatic for the last man. He had just held him, he was most likely the others friend. In an inhuman voice the lycan spoke. "This never happened." As light as he could the werewolf's claw smacked the man in the face knocking him out cold. Tomorrow he would experince his first transformation. Pablo turned back to normal his clothes had been ripped. He dressed himself in what was left of the dead man's clothes. Which happened to be more then plenty. Not once did he bother to look to his left where he would see Arai. The second he did though the boy frowned. There was no blush that you would expect from some one his age, instead he was angry at himself.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 14:22:22 GMT -5
Arai watched numbly as he transformed back down to his normal wiry self. She didn't feel too much embarassment as he dressed in the dead man's clothes; she had seen worse in the hospital. Then she stared at him, her light brown eyes wide, then to the body on the ground, then to the unconscious man slumped against the wall. Then her eyes met Pablo's again. Another werewolf? "Pablo?" she said carefully, "you're a werewolf?"
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 14:49:15 GMT -5
He frowned expecting Arai to run off in horror. Pablo was oddly suprised, he hadn't wanted her to find out. His head nodded slowly. There were more then one reasons why he wanted to keep it a secret, Pablo didn't want to have to kill her to keep his secret. "Its not-" He thought of words to say. The boy for once was actually speechless.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 14:55:57 GMT -5
She cocked her head, her composure returning, as he struggled for words. He obviously didn't deal with this situation much. He looked torn between staying and running. Her light brown eyes beginning to twinkle with a spark of michief, Arai decided to let him in on her secret. "Well," she said slowly with a half smile, "I suppose that makes us family of some sort, doesn't it?"
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 15:18:29 GMT -5
Pablo felt as if a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. He smiled weakly, as he tried to hold the jeans up better. They were only a size bigger. "I guess it does." He tried to look pass Arai, nobody else seemed to be in the alley at the moment. For the boy it was still oddly akward. But the would end in a short while. "I should of known." Pablo took a couple steps foward, he always felt bad after killing.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 15:23:18 GMT -5
She smiled at the surprise, then relief, in his eyes. She chuckled a bit at the sight he made. Before her stood a lanky teenage boy, looking a bit awkward, holding up a pair of pants with one hand and practically swimming in an oversized shirt. Seeing him look past her, she turned as well. No one was there; for now, at least. "Well, I keep that fact quite to myself, so I didn't really want you to know," she replied. Stepping towards him, she said with a glance towards the unconscious man, "C'mon, let's get out of here before ugly wakes up."
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Post by Pablo on Sept 17, 2007 16:24:00 GMT -5
Pablo looked at the corpse for a second and nodded his head. He had the desire to at least make an attempt to hide it, "Yeah lets get out of here." Pablo's head tilted slightly side ways. " Do you have a place to stay?" He asked. His parents had left him with more then enough money.
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Post by Arai on Sept 17, 2007 16:32:26 GMT -5
She shook her head. When she had been banished from her town, she hadn't had a chance to get anything of hers, not her debit card, or another change of clothes, or her stockpile of money. "No, I'm probably going to go stay in the park or something," she said. She looked at the headless corpse. "So," she said, gesturing at the head and body, "what should we do with that? I doubt people are found with their heads bitten off in alleys around here."
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