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Post by kunstfeuer on May 23, 2008 16:54:22 GMT -5
*Smacks Rip with a purse full of elephants.*
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Post by ripisaliar on May 23, 2008 17:45:52 GMT -5
omg the school blocked proboards IM SORRY D:
but i have it on my flash drive GAHA, so i will post it once I find it
jesus christ, do you have AIM or something so you can beat me up when I forget to post things for you?
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Post by Rip on May 25, 2008 0:17:49 GMT -5
Gabri winced, averting his eyes when she looked at him, reminded of his old ant farm. He had studied those little bugs through the glass with no real care or concern if the ants cared one way or another. Why would they care? They were ants. Well, Gabri felt a connection to those ants at the moment, and he made a mental note on his head calender to say sorry to the next ant hill he came across.
Her question, a very simple and expected one (for most people), completely caught him off gaurd. The Pole raised his eyes, physically surprised, and stopped to think. She didn't know his name? Who he was? Wasn't she suppose to be looking for him? Maybe she wasn't sure if he was the right person... and if she wasn't sure... there might be a chance to...
"Pi... like the dessert." The lie came easy, though he felt immidately guilty about it. The idea to use Quinn's name crossed his mind, but, all things concidered, he didn't want the man to throw him out a three story building.
"Can we stop running now? I'm rather tired." His accent was heavy, a trait of his nervousness, and he rested his chin on his knees.
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Post by kunstfeuer on May 28, 2008 15:14:30 GMT -5
"Pie?" She questioned, brow raised skeptically. The pause before his response made her suspicious. If he was on the run he wouldn't readily give his true name would he?
From his accent it was obvious he, or at least his family, was not native to the area, but the Brotherhood was widespread, after all and had bases in other countries as well. Could he be some sort of fugitive from one of these removed sects?
She couldn't help but feel sorry for him, her stance relaxed slightly, but she remained aware, while his plea signified a desire to stay put and possibly give some answers, Kayrel kept the final barriers in place, which would prevent a panicked rush in case he changed his mind.
"I believe you were the one who started the running." She tried to smile reassuringly. She felt a bit awkward, now that she had him she had no idea how to really handle the situation, it would have been much easier had Gabri just not seen the wall in the first place, nor connected it to her. The morning had started out so well too. "Why did you run?"
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Post by Rip on May 28, 2008 17:57:08 GMT -5
A voice was whispering in his ear, My name is Pi because I'm a mathmatical genius.
"Yeah, Pi." Gabri reasurred her, a small smile gracing his face. It was a natural thing, Gabri smiling- far more natural then Gabri lying. But, well, sometimes one needed to do unnatural things to survive. The joke is that it's natural to want to live. A paradox of tasty irony.
Standing behind the girl was the Pole's dearly departed friend, a chubby boy with a baseball hat and his colar bone sticking out through his novelty t-shirt. His eyes were full of puss and the grin on his face twisted like the cheshire cat because half his cheeks were shredded. The real Pi knew his name, and when he was called he always came, because Pi was not only a self-proclaimed mathmatical genius but also very reliable. Gabri could not tell if the real Pi minded his name being borrowed, and though his heart was thumping very hard in his chest, he kept the slight and warm smile and avoided looking at the corpse.
"I ran because you could see it, and you're not suppose to." He shifted, removing his hat and placing it in his lap. He wouldn't tell her how he felt violated because she could tap into his head, how he felt like she was spying on him. How she might hurt him in ways Gabri had seen 'them' hurt the dying. He didn't want to die. He didn't want to look like the real Pi, who was standing behind the girl, grinning at him with that horrible, skeletal grin.
He also didn't want to tell her how he was thinking of ways to kill her if he needed to.
Gabri added with a hint of purely innocent humor, "You also chased me, Miss...?"
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Post by kunstfeuer on May 29, 2008 8:04:11 GMT -5
"I'm sorry," she limped out, finally realizing that her initial approach might not have been the most tactful. "I didn't mean to chase you. I guess I was a bit surprised myself that you could see it..."
Something wasn't quite right here and she couldn't place her finger on it. She didn't want to bring up the Brotherhood of the Mime, though it was obvious he could see even the finely crafted structures and was most likely aware that she had him boxed in, and knowing a little about the capabilities of both cornered animals and cornered people she dared not press into his space and remained where she was. She was sworn to secrecy about the sect she belonged to, as all were, and compromising it was not tolerated. He had confirmed that he did see the small wall, now what to do with that information...
"Can you see this?" She quickly constructed a small box in her left hand and then stretched it in front of her so Gabri could see it, if he could see it at all. Not her best work and she involuntarily clenched her teeth a moment at the poor craftsmanship, but it was a box, six-sided and square. Invisible to most human eyes, but solid and real as the floor they stood on. To Kayrel it appeared as a translucent object with a hint of its own color, blue in this case. Since it was not finely crafted it was easy for her to see, more exact objects were nearly colorless and required more "feel" than sight as the low wall she built earlier that morning. It had little discernible weight, but that belied the strength of it. There were few things apart from another Mime that could crush or dismantle the object and it would remain until she or another of the sect destroyed it.
She could have done something fancy, but the effort she had put into narrowing the search, sloppy as the walls were, had taxed her a bit and she wasn't going to use up her reserves by showing off when something simple would do. "Do you know what it is?" She questioned further.
(occ: Ever wonder about those times you trip, but there's nothing there? *Grin.* Mime leftovers.)
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Post by Rip on Jun 2, 2008 21:58:48 GMT -5
ooc: Sorry, I had to do yard work all weekend. Also, mimes must be picking on me. =(
Gabri (or well, erm, 'Pi') expected her to introduce herself. He wasn't sure what would happen after that, but he was suspicious of her. He wouldn't hurt her, couldn't because of the promise, but he was still wary. If she was looking for him he could only assume she was sent by a particuarly angry employer of his, who apparently though sending his demonic dog wasn't enough.
Or maybe this woman was the dog?
As Kayrel contemplated, the Pole looked her over quickly. Other people had reacted to her, so they could see her. The dog remained visible to Gabri alone, so it was unlikely the bitch and the lady were connected. But still. She had chased him, and you only chased people if you wanted something from them. He turned hopeful. Maybe it wasn't anything bad? Maybe it was good? Did you chase people if the news was good? Expression thoughtful, his unease turned into curiosity. .. until she asked him what he could see.
Gabri's eyes went wide and before he could stop himself, he saw her fingers releasing something green, mossy and slimey. His hands went to his face, covering his eyes, not in complete horror but as a kid might hide from the boogyman. Under the covers it was safe. Out of site, out of mind; water in the ear. "No!" he exclaimed, voice rather high pitched. "I don't see anything! Please stop that!" It wasn't a lie, not really. He couldnt see with his eyes covered. If he saw, if he saw then she could hold it against him, and he didn't want trouble, oh god no, not today. She didn't even introduce himself, so his pleading went on without using her name, panic gripping him as he wheeled around against the wall and pressed his face into his shoulder.
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Post by kunstfeuer on Jun 3, 2008 9:13:18 GMT -5
occ: That's okay, I'm usually not on over the weekend anyway. And I do have AIM, but I'm not on on a regular basis: lantairvlea is the name. Haha, yes, they can be sneaky little buggers, or lazy, either one, leaving their stuff all over for others to trip on...
Kayrel had completely missed the cue to reply with her name, but she had a tendency to travel in straight lines, both mentally and physically. She started at his emphatic and immediate response, hand compulsively closing around the small box as she took a step back.
Never had she seen such a response. The small box dissolved in her hand. "Sorry! Are you okay? I ... I didn't mean to scare you ... It was just a small box, poorly made, but ..." She stammered over herself slightly and trailed off as she got annoyed with her own lack of composure and simply stopped while she was still had a leg to stand on.
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Post by Rip on Jun 5, 2008 0:08:11 GMT -5
The green, slimey, mossy thing slid down from the girl's fingers, plopping on the floor like wet laundry. Gabri could hear it bubbling, boiling even though it was cold, and he refused to look up. Gabri remembered walking home from school as a kid, on one of Poland's famous muddy days, and he remembered how he had to fight the grip of the mud around his ankles. He had lost more then one shoe doing battle with the damn stuff, and more then once he had tried to hop home on one leg.
In his mind's eye he saw the glob raise up in a little wave, a tiny hump that lurched towards him. It sook out Gabri like a plant sook out sunlight, nurished by the wild imagination. As his invisioned, he heard the sick, sucking sound of his childhood boots sloshing through the muck as the glob pulled itself towards him. It oozed black gunk from under the moss and it wallowed in it's own extresion while it mutated. Front legs burst through the sides, claws extending from the hairless toes of what might be cat paws. The head crawled out a tiny wound in the front center of the mass, something that belonged in The Thing, and it's wide, milky eyes rolled back in their soaking sockets. The half cat, half blob dragged and scratched the ground, and Gabri heard it comeing closer, but he couldn't move because if he ran then the girl would... would..
It was just a small box
Put him in a box. A cage. Like in the zoo, like in the jail. Back, back in the- NO he couldn't go back there! Not with the doctor, not with the hyena man who crackled and bayed to the moon like a dog, not.. not.. not to the place that made him concider swallowing his tounge-
Gabri shifted his head and cradled it in his hands, giving a low, trapped moan. The sounds of the cat-thing were gone. Vanished, leaving no trace. Not even a mime could pick up a clue.
"Please, miss," 'Pi' said into his palms. "They make my head hurt."
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Post by kunstfeuer on Jun 6, 2008 11:02:53 GMT -5
(occ: Finished, finally, I'm so slow... But I do have a good excuse, someone rear-ended me on Tuesday, thankfully no injuries and it appears there's no damage to my car.)
It is not that she tried to excel, she expected to. She was used to excelling and accomplishing things readily, but when things did not come easily she often became dismissive. Part of her just wanted to throw up her hands and walk away. Be done with the mess and situation, the guy seemed rather harmless and possibly a bit confused anyway. This was definitely not how she wanted to spend her morning.
She was wary of doing it, but she slowly dismantled the loose walls that had surrounded them.
"I don't know if we're quite seeing the same thing." Kayrel noted, somewhat haltingly. At this point she really didn't want to be there, but her determination to figure out what was going on was slightly outweighing her natural tendency to forget about it and move on.
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