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Post by Milk on Oct 4, 2009 1:07:14 GMT -5
Megan lounged against the dumpster and looked up at the graying sky. "Fucking rain," she groaned and pulled out her pack of cigarettes. "Where the fuck are they?"
Megan was a blond-haired girl with black and red highlights. She was wearing a low-cut tank-top and some boot-cut jeans, and her favorite worn pair of military-styled boots. Her left arm was wrapped from wrist to shoulder in bandages. The bandages were doodled on in an intricate design.
She pulled out her hot-pink lighter and lit a cigarette. "Assholes, standing me up in the middle of this shitty weather in this fucking city....I'm going to beat them," she bit out as she inhaled a smoke, waiting for her gang members to arrive.
Megan was the leader of one of the bigger gangs of Cyanide City. SHe had arranged a meeting with her second in command and some underling- her best friends. And they'd clearly lost their cell phones or were really late.
"Assholes."
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Oct 4, 2009 1:20:14 GMT -5
Nole stumbled his way down the street in the rain. The fish bowl was getting unbearably heavy. the rain wasn't helping either. He had almost dropped it several times. It was also awkward because he was wearing all white so his clothes were all see through by now.
He saw a women up ahead. He stopped walking because she looked rather scary. He wasn't sure if he should keep going, but finally decided that she wouldn't notice him anyway. She looked occupied.
He stared down at the fish bowl and hoped she wouldn't even give him a second thought.
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Post by Milk on Oct 4, 2009 1:24:32 GMT -5
She stared at him when he walked by. A fucking fishbowl? Seriously? She rolled her eyes and looked at the sky before looking down and smoking again. Freak.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Oct 4, 2009 1:31:08 GMT -5
Yes! she didn't even acknowledge him. He glanced at her and tried to just walk past. Just keep walking.
"Why can't I do this?" he thought to himself. He turned around. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked timidly, but loud enough for her to hear. He started to walk back in her direction before tripping.
"Oh!" he cried out in surprise.
The fish bowl flying in the air before it landed and shattered on the pavement. He sat up and awkwardly scrambled to retrieve the fish.
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Post by Milk on Oct 4, 2009 1:33:37 GMT -5
Megan looked up and was about to tell him to go away, when he tripped and broke his fishbowl. "Better than you, apparently," she grunted and took another smoke. "That's why you don't get a fish on a rainy day."
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Oct 4, 2009 1:42:37 GMT -5
"I've had this fish for months." he said, panicked. "I've sorry. I've got to go." he got up and started to make his way back home. He was unaware he had dropped his wallet somewhere between falling and picking up the fish.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh." he thought, hoping his fish wouldn't die. "Please God, don't take him. He's the only thing I've got."
He walked into a somewhat run down building. He walked into a practically empty apartment. All it had was a couch, a bed in the bed, room, and a few toiletries in the bathroom, and some random things in the kitchen. The basics. nothing materialistic. Nothing indicating a personality at all.
He ran into the kitchen, leaving the door wide open. He got a cup to put th fish in. He silently prayed it wouldn't die. "Stay alive." he begged it.
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Post by Milk on Oct 4, 2009 9:30:43 GMT -5
Megan rolled her eyes. "Go save your stupid fish, idiot," she muttered and continued to wait for her pals to show up. That is, until she saw the wallet. Biting out a few choice curses, she yanked it up and stalked after him, cursing him all the while. Stupid stupid stupid. Who carries a FISH BOWL fucking around? Stupid. she thought as she found his apartment and pounded on the door. "Open up!"
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Oct 4, 2009 9:33:44 GMT -5
He jumped when he hard loud banging. It took awhile for him to realize that the banging was coming from outside his apartment. "The door is open." he said realizing he hadn't shut the door. What was wrong with him? Anyone could have just walked in.
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Post by Milk on Oct 4, 2009 9:35:01 GMT -5
"I'm not walking into your crap apartment, come get your fucking wallet!" she yelled, irritated. What kind of moron was he? Leaving his door wide open? He was going to get killed or robed or raped one day, she just knew it.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Oct 4, 2009 9:39:17 GMT -5
((Good Morning!!! How are you?))
He heard a female's voice and froze. He recognized it as the scary woman's voice. Finally he walked to the door. "Thank you." he said ever so quietly, taking the wallet from her. He thought about it before asking, "Would you like to come in? We could make hot chocolate or something...." his voice died at the end of his sentence.
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Post by Milk on Oct 4, 2009 9:40:49 GMT -5
"If I wanted some hot chocolate, I would've treked to Starbucks by now, moron. Quit carrying that stupid little fish around. No one would steal it," she scolded him. "Careful now, idiot," she added before turning to get out of there.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Oct 4, 2009 14:02:43 GMT -5
"What does carrying fish around have to do...?" he was confused. What does stealing a fish have to do with anything? He just carries it around.
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Post by Milk on Oct 4, 2009 14:30:17 GMT -5
Megan was already stalking off, not bothering to explain.
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Post by xxpirateprincessxx on Oct 4, 2009 14:39:52 GMT -5
He closed the door behind him and locked it. He shrugged and walked back into the kitchen. the fish had died. He sighed and threw the fish away. He didn't like flushing them in the toilet. He heard some humans do that. It just seemed disrespectful in it's own way. Burying it sounded silly. Besides where could he possibly bury it here.
He hated the city. It was too dry, and barely rained. He loved it when it did rain, but the city was still...dirty. Dirt, mud, and natural elements were fine. It was the trash that bothered him most.
The sadness as well. He was already broken-hearted so when he saw and felt others sorrow it made it all the worse. Not that it would make any difference not being in the city. He just remembers how much happier people are when they're by the water. Like an ocean, a lake, or something like that. Perhaps it was just calming is why.
He sighed and decided to get out of the wet clothes.
((You said that Megan had either a friend or brother or somehting like that that was a Fallen Angel right? If so can Fallen Angels sense each other. Like Megan goes to see this person and he says you've been around another Fallen Angel?))
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Post by Milk on Oct 4, 2009 14:49:35 GMT -5
((i don't know if they can sense each other or not, but megan lives with her brother- the fallen- so she could mention him in passing and he could recognize the guy...maybe they've seen each other before?))
Megan returned to the dumpster and waited another hour before going home.
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