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Post by Milk on Oct 15, 2009 21:53:36 GMT -5
Sam smiled at him and nodded. "I wanna stay here." she said and left to go serve up the dishes.
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Post by bane on Oct 16, 2009 16:03:29 GMT -5
Dimitirus pulled his black suade trench closer towards his body. He wasn't cold, but he had grown so accustomed to appearing human that he did it without realizing.
The night was bitterly cold, his breathe comming out in sharp clouds of fog, and the streets were bare as if the people knew that something new was out there walking them, and hunting them.
Letting his mind drift back to that first night Dimitirus had encounted the creature he went over everything once again. It's form, it's smell, it's intellegance.
Ha, there hadn't been a whole lot there. Though he knew he shouldn't underestimate the creature.
Regardless of how weak it may be to him, he was sure to a human the creature would be deadly.
Cursing his father for appointing him with the task of hunting the creatures and trying to gather information he kicked at a rock on the street, watching it stoot into the distance.
The bastard still thought he could control him. Dimitirus was no mere chap anymore, and he wouldn't stand being treated like a child.
His thoughts took a sway and he found himself plundering thought his memories of Samantha. Of that first meeting and up until leaving her at the sancturary. He knew that she was safe there, thought a deep part of him itched at leaving her alone like that.
Why the hell did he feel the need to protect her in the first place? She was just a pesky human. He hated all of them. He was never sure why the god's created them in the first place.
Ha, or why the Titans created the god's for that matter.
The way Dimitrius saw it everyone was theaving, murderous, and conniving. There were no perfect beings.
A part of him wished that Zeus and his brother Hades had not locked they're creatures in the deepest level of the underworld. The Titans had ruled with an iron hand. To oppose them was instant death, no matter what you were. And even if it meant messing with the balance of the universe.
He thought beings like that could do with being around now days.
The god's didn't give a shit about anything. They allowed such horror's to happen on earth that it sickened him. And the mere fact that it was a god who had created these new creatures churned his belly.
Someone was planning soemthing. He could feel it. But what? The extinction of the human race? Why go to so much trouble? Granted they were annoying beings but not THAT annoying.
Sighing deep he kept walking through the night, looking for any signs of the creatures.
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The doors to Sancturay opened and a slim man stepped in, his dark brown eyes scanning the crowd before turning to the floor and going to take a seat at the nearest table.
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Post by Milk on Oct 16, 2009 23:27:00 GMT -5
Sam spotted the man at her table and rushed over, all perky and smiles. "Hello, sir, can I get you something to drink?" she asked, brushing her long black locks back and grinning at him.
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Post by bane on Oct 17, 2009 22:22:44 GMT -5
The man glanced up, his gaze boreing into Sam's, looking nowhere but her own eyes. Then after glancing down cleared his throat and scratched at his left arm hardly, his faded grey coat pulling back on his wrist to reviel a brief sight of red welts.
"Just some water if you don't mind."
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Post by Milk on Oct 17, 2009 22:43:36 GMT -5
"Okie dokie," she said in a perky way and headed out. THat was weird- the guy looked into her eyes. I wonder how he got hurt.
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Post by bane on Oct 17, 2009 23:13:11 GMT -5
The man glanced around the bar with a hooded gaze, cringing as he began to scratch his arm once agian. Raising his hand he began scratching his neck, a red welt below the v of his shirt growing in size as he touched it.
His eyes growing frantic he searched around too see if anyone had saw the red marking before clenching his hands into fist on the table.
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Post by Milk on Oct 18, 2009 16:27:17 GMT -5
Sam returned with his water, smiling still. She'd noticed the welts and was seriously concerned about him.
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Post by bane on Oct 19, 2009 13:35:39 GMT -5
"Thank you." He said in a gruff, strange voice, then cleared his throat with a frown before picking up the water and drowning it in one gulp. Setting it back down his eyes grew frantic again. "I'm sorry but...could I have more? Maybe you could just bring a jug or something, my throat really burns for some reason."
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Post by Milk on Oct 19, 2009 18:02:06 GMT -5
"Oh, um...I'll see if the cook lets me, and I'll be right back- Can I get you anything to eat?" she asked, looking concerned for him.
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Post by bane on Nov 3, 2009 19:05:47 GMT -5
The man clenched his hands in aggrivation but shook his head with a some what calm smile. "No, the water will be fine, thanks."
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Post by Milk on Nov 8, 2009 23:24:35 GMT -5
Sam nodded and disappeared into the kitchen after attending her other tables. "Can I bring one table a jug of water?"
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