Dusty
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Post by Dusty on Nov 8, 2008 8:34:41 GMT -5
((So much to catch up with... again... =P)) Kay waited in line for her turn, and she ordered spaghetti and meatballs from the lady behind the counter. It used to be her favourite food at home, although it could be hard to stomach sometimes. She still wasn't entirely sure if she was supposed to eat something special, considering she was two species rolled into one.
She turned to face the dining hall, and saw Three making his way through the crowds and tables, balancing his tray on his head. She laughed. Either he liked making her smile, or he was trying to impress her, but it was drawing attention from everyone to herself. She touched her horns again, but drew her hand away when she realized that a number of people in this place were stranger than she was. She could fit in here.
Kay placed her tray opposite Three, scraping the chair back and sitting down. Three was staring intently at his plate, glancing at the fork and knife beside the tray. Kay smiled.
'Look,' she said, trying to grab Three's attention. He watched as she carefully held the fork and knife in each hand, and started to eat very delicately. She wasn't sure if he'd ever eaten with utensils, but now was as good a time as any. The people at the table behind her distracted her a little, and she thought she recognized a werewolf. Shit, she thought. I hope the sulfur doesn't bother her...
Snapping her attention back to Three, she saw him struggling to grasp the utensils despite his claws. She had a side of french fries, and she picked one up with her fingers, and placed it in her mouth. Three watched avidly. She reached over and skewered a french fry on one of his long claws, and nodded encouragingly.
'If you can't use those, use your hands,' she told him. 'Just make sure you always wash them.'
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Post by sonnywalker on Nov 8, 2008 13:00:49 GMT -5
003 was glad to see Kay start eating. He was just going to get started when she picked up the metal tools and began using them to eat in a rather dainty way. He tried to pick one up but it was clearly a no-go.
Then she reached over and speared something soft and warm onto a foreclaw. It smelled good, so he opened his mouth - a process that involved nearly the entire bottom third of his face hinging down, revealing rows of sharp teeth - and stuck his claw in, closed his mouth around the claw, and withdrew it.
He nodded in approval to Kay, then began to go through the rest of his tray, biting off chunks of anything big enough, but never chewing. It didn't take very long for him to clear the entire thing.
He sat back and looked at Kay and Monkey.
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Post by Hailfax on Nov 8, 2008 22:59:09 GMT -5
(I read through the posts, and I don't know where my character fits in with everyone else, so I'm just going to post this XD. All right, I edited around so I'm in the tour with you guys.)
Jory woke up in the woods. She stretched and looked around. A flash went through her head and she could see herself where she used to live in the woods with her family. She could she her father and mother smiling and waving. Then another flash ripped through her mind and she could see her father hanging from a tree as his blood spilled onto the ground; her mother getting dragged away. As fast as they came, her memory flashes stopped. Jory held her head and rocked back and forth, trying to get control of her emotions. When she did, she quickly went into her wolf form and ran towards HQ. She was supposed to be going on a tour or something today. Staying in the woods meant that she could get captured once more. They were everywhere and she needed to stop them from hurting anymore wolves.
Jory followed the signs toward the graveyard and saw the large group of people. She quickly transformed back into her human self and waited like everyone else. She tensed when she could feel the vampires in the group, the werewolves eased her mind a bit. Others...well, the others she couldn't tell what they were and it confused her a bit. She watched as the leader pushed the button and waited for the lift to come to a complete stop. When it does, Jory followed everyone and showed the woman her ID. After Miss Lively let her in, Jory made her way around HQ with her eyes to the ground. She would pass people in the hallway, but she made no acknowledgment towards them. They couldn't be trusted. No one was to be trusted.
She hated being inside of buildings. To confining, to constricted and she hated every bit of it. The guide showed them to the dorms and everything in between. Jory opened the door to her room to see that it was bare save for a bed and a desk that they supplied for her. Jory shrugged and closed her door. Jory then made her way to the cafeteria and grabbed lunch. She found an empty table and sat down. Her body tensed to smell that vampires were in the room, but her mind also eased when she could smell other wolves around. She was safe, and no vampire was going to hurt her.
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Post by Sandwich on Nov 9, 2008 4:08:41 GMT -5
((Ahh. You could have posted a bit about your reaction to your dorm, but I guess you'll do that when you feel up to it))
Sebastian looked over and noticed another person enter. She walked with her head down and sat alone.
"I sense a feeling of fear within that girl...And anger." May said. "...Though it doesn't seem directed at the beings here. Curious..."
"Hmmm..." Sebastian returned his eyes to the group, but looked past them when he noticed a man walking quickly into the Hall.
"Hey," Sebastian said to no one in particular. "isn't that the guy who was briefing those other people on the mission earlier?"
It was, in fact, the same bald, horned, short and blubbery man. Sebastian watched him as he headed up to the raised platform on the other side of the Hall, which he saw held numerous tables. The man sat down and, almost instantly, was given a platter of food. And then another. And another.
"It appears he freqents this Dining Hall.." May giggled.
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dara
Ground's Keeper
And it would be awesome.
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Post by dara on Nov 9, 2008 4:42:51 GMT -5
Dorian walked about the building with the rest of them. He had been here a couple of times before, but not long. He knew that the library here on creatures and humanoids was second to none, as they were told, as was the head librarian, whom he regularly chatted up for the hell of it, which he had not told. He decided that if he was going to do anything after sleeping in that luggage (due to his size, accomodation anywhere is exceedingly hard to get: So he just uses a padded Suitcase, and appears inexplicably in Train stations. He has twice been stolen, and once been put on a train heading to the opposite end of the country. No one has ever noticed that the only zip is on the inside of the bag.) and the walk about the place, was to have a cup of tea, even if the shock to his system killed him outright. He was still debating with himself as to wheither accomodation at the AOA was out of the question. It was a nice place, true, and it was close to his work, and the library (and the librarian too, who could look very provocative when she wanted to), and was probably more comfortable than being kicked about by a deliquint with a substandard sense of humour. He was just unsure about it. He had only just seen it here, after all. And the beds were a bit too over accomodating for him.
He walked into the hall, and joined the line, hoping the person who joined in behind him was observant, or at least weren't wearing heavy boots.
((I toured around this place? I demand to be allowed known when I was told this!))
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Post by Sandwich on Nov 9, 2008 4:49:33 GMT -5
((Edit yonder post a bit, Dara. You were a part of the team that toured the place))
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dara
Ground's Keeper
And it would be awesome.
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Post by dara on Nov 9, 2008 5:10:34 GMT -5
((Done, although it would seem strange that I would have been quite the entire time.))
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isacus
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Post by isacus on Nov 9, 2008 6:45:43 GMT -5
Tarius came out of the bathroom in human form in full clothing, including new pants. He noticed Dawa was sleeping and cinsidered it a good thing. He didn't really want to confront her after what had happened.
He made his way to his bed and took his iPod out of his bag. He reached in again and pulled out the speakers, perfectly designed for the iPod to fit inside. He put it in, plugged the speakers into the electicity and selected Nirvana's Bleach album.
Dayne needed to get some sleep, and there's was no better way of doing so other than just lying in bed with some low-volume Nirvana on.
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dara
Ground's Keeper
And it would be awesome.
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Post by dara on Nov 9, 2008 15:31:15 GMT -5
(( My failing in RPING: I can't ever bear to read the great wall of text from a busy night (((day, in America, Night here,))), and so that is why i was aiming for Librarian: Not necessary, but a nice addition whenever available))
The line moved as a person was served. Dorian moved, thinking if the canteen made it fresh, or got it from a tea dispensing machine. Dorian hoped for the former: He liked control over the strength of his tea. Depending on the time of day or his mood, he could have it stewed with lots of milk, or barely brown water, thick with sugar. He had made a defense against the tea dispensers over the years by creating a device: A teapot, made out of thick rubber, with the general shape of a concertina, wider at the base, made from heat resistant steel, and narrowing towards the top, which could fit a teabag in. about halfway was a spout.
In other words, Dorian had made a fully servicable and sturdy Collapsible teapot. The line moved another fraction of an inch. Dorian groaned.
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Samek
Ground's Keeper
It turns my faith into a disease.
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Post by Samek on Nov 9, 2008 18:50:13 GMT -5
Sleep didn't come often to Larian, and dreams even rarer than that. Even when they did, they weren't very meaningful. The tall, bald, pale man (if 'dead thing' was too informal to call him by) was surprised nonetheless to find himself lying on the ground amidst total darkness and not remember how he had gotten there. He couldn't see anything beyond his own white, bony body, and yet felt entirely at peace. The darkness was familiar to him and seemed to wrap him in a warm, enveloping embrace, much like a mother would to her offspring. Larian liked to fancy that the dark was his mother, and the moon his father. It made residing in it for decades at a time with no outside interaction much more bearable. His mind was flawed, the pale man knew this, but if you believe the psychobabble that therapists and counselors spew, then it is common knowledge that the flaws and oddities of a person are the things that make them unique. Deciding to stand up, Larian leaned forward into the darkness, but then immeadiately came into contact with a very hard surface that made his head reel and his hands clutch his forehead.
Larian exclaimed obscenities as he rolled out from under his bed in his dorm room at the Agency of Otherwordly Affairs, still clutching his aching skull. He only then remembered that he had been trying to rest in the comforting darkness under his bed after the tour of this new place of residence. Larian had even forgotten about the tour beforehand, and his capture before that, but he certainly didn't forget about how the Agency had taken his beloved blades and mask away from him. As he slowly got to his feet in the near blinding light of the room, the pale man mumbled to himself about how if he had been able to keep his mask, his head wouldn't be spinning right now.
Larian leaned back under the bed carefully and grabbed a pair of sunglasses which he put on to reduce the pain that the lanterns inflicted on his completely white eyes. Without them, the light rendered his sensitive eyes almost sightless. Making sure the sunglasses were firmly on his pointed nose and ears, he then slipped on the black straitjacket that the Agency constrained him with in transport when he was still unstable. The sleeves were now cut short to allow them to fit his spindly arms. The pale, almost deathly looking man then put on a pair of baggy, gray pants made of a soft fabric that he had found in the closet of his room, then checked the hole in the corner of the closet to see if his valuables were still there. These "valuables" consisted of a few bottle caps he found lying around, some keys that he had nicked off of someone during the tour, along with a few coins he had gotten from the same person. Larian smiled widely to find them all still there, then left the room, which was currently only occupied by himself, and set off down the hallway barefoot to the place where he could get food. He had forgotten what the people in charge had called it, like he so often does...
After reaching the Food Place, Larian waited for awhile in the ever increasing line. A few minutes passed with the line giving no sign of moving any, so Larian gave up and sat at an empty table at the far side of the room. He enjoyed eating food, but he didn't need it survive and would rather sit than stand, so the pale man waited, watching the plates of the people closest to his table, wondering if he could take some from them without attracting the attention of the food's original owners.
((Yay? Nay?))
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Post by Sandwich on Nov 10, 2008 16:35:22 GMT -5
(( My failing in RPING: I can't ever bear to read the great wall of text from a busy night (((day, in America, Night here,))), and so that is why i was aiming for Librarian: Not necessary, but a nice addition whenever available)) ((Did you not read the first post? Everything is explained there. The only thing that's happened after is everyone introduced themselves to their dorms and some to each other. Make sure you read any large post made by me, because there's sure to be some sort of story element in there...If you don't, you'll be quite depressed.)) Samek: Yay, hey.
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Post by massam on Nov 10, 2008 16:55:06 GMT -5
Ian's jaw had hung slack the entire tour, his youth making it difficult to keep quiet. Although his fear of the Scottish tour guide had helped him keep a lid on it... Til he'd taken the bait and looked in the window. The zombie had shocked him so he jumped. That was a normal reaction right? But it wasn't a very good start to his time here, and he knew that he'd need to learn a bit about everything else he would interact with in the AOA. Including the disgusting zombies.
The architecture of the agency was absolutely thrilling to a person of his energy level. It took him twenty extra minutes to get to his room on the third floor due to the large handholds, and unnecessary railings, and fancy designs that let him run, jump, flip, cartwheel, gayner, and roll through the halls.
When he finally did get to his rather innocuous room, the boy spent only enough time to drop of his few belongings and hurtle back down the hall towards food. Going ballistic with blood lust would make it even harder to impress people and make up for his youth. That, and he wondered how the massive dining hall catered to vampires.
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Post by sonnywalker on Nov 10, 2008 17:20:19 GMT -5
<Dining Hall. Kay/Monkey/anyone there>
003 was feeling a bit bored and restless just sitting and watching Kay and Monkey eat. He rocked back and forth a bit, before planting is front feet down on the seat of his chair and lifting himself into a handstand. Deftly he moved himself up and back onto the back of the chair, and then set off walking around on the backs of the empty chairs around them.
Closing the claws of his hind feet on two chairs, he managed to grip them, and leaned forward to grab two more with his front feet. Pinching the chairs in his claws in this way, he set about walking around like that, placing one foot - and chair - in front of the other, moving slowly but inexorably around the corner of the room.
((err... not upside-down, sammich))
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Post by Sandwich on Nov 10, 2008 19:06:53 GMT -5
<Dining Hall: Otsanda, Alfred, Vincent, Phoenix, whoever else>
Sebastian continued to watch the chubby man stuff his face full of various foods. He chuckled. "That man knows how to e--" He paused as he heard a strange clunk clunk sound. He turned his attention to the opposite corner of the room, where he noticed the blue-eyed pale man partaking in a mos peculiar action: Walking around, upside-down, by the use of chairs.
"Er...wow. Creative." Sebastian laughed.
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Post by massam on Nov 10, 2008 19:47:59 GMT -5
The boy entered the hall to see many of the familiar faces from the tour. Cutiing in front of several people, he darted in between a cluster, asked quickly if they had blood, and was handed a large pouch. It was a whole quart!
He extracted himself from the line, glared at for being impatient, but ignoring or not noticing. He was cute, he could get away with it. He drank from the pouch, only to wrinkle his nose in disgust. He stood a foot to the left of Vincent, elbowing the man lightly and gesturing with his meal. "Can you believe this? It's synthetic!". He took another swig. It was still sustenance though...
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