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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 7:20:03 GMT
She couldn't believe she was flying again. Her hair had grown longer again; much to her disappointment; and her skin took on a healthy, clean glow.
Tara had no knowledge of her angelic heritage, but over the last two years she'd done very well in perfecting it. She could control when and how she changed..
She sometimes wished her offensive powers didn't depend so much on her anger. She couldn't see why becoming a pure creature would depend so definitively on hate.
Her feet were shaky as they touched the ground, and her wings succeeded back into her spine, making a slick noise as they did so. She was bleeding, apparantly. Her eyes closed, and she held the side of the tree, breathing shaky, pained breaths as she tried to regain her composure.
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on May 26, 2005 16:23:02 GMT
Denny had just finished another bottle. He dropped it on the ground as he stumbled out of the bar he had just been kicked out of. It was that guys fault, he insulted me. Ah, well. He was just about to collapse onto the ground, when the image of Tara went soaring over him. He blinked and his head jolted in her direction.
"What the- I've been drinking too much again."
He sighed, but knowing the world he was in, he figured it was possible. He ran after her. For a while he lost sight of the girl with the angelic wings, but then he saw her, leaning against a tree form support. there was blood all over her back. He rushed over to her.
"Uh, Ma`am are you alright?"
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Post by Rayne on May 26, 2005 18:41:45 GMT
Soft blue eyes searched him. No, he was safe. Just drunk, like she'd been, only hours before.
She pushed off of the tree, standing now in front of him. She needed to change, and she had a big bruise on her face from where she'd been smacked around, but..
"I'm alright." she answered, patient. More patient than usual. "..I was assaulted. But he's gone now. You're okay?"
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on May 26, 2005 21:40:15 GMT
She was the one bleeding, and she was asking him if HE was okay? It was somewhat odd. He moved slightly, prepared to catch her legs could flaw on her.
"I'm fine. Is there anything I could do for you?"
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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 2:44:05 GMT
She smiled, pushing back some hair. "..eh.. I think I'm fine.." she said. "Don't tell anyone what you saw.. please?"
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on May 27, 2005 3:49:06 GMT
At that moment Denny knew she was into something, or that this needed to be kept a secret...duh. He smiled warmly at her.
"Sure, it's just between you and me. Do you want anything to- uh."
He searched himself and only found a half drunken bottle of wine.
"Oh, uh, never mind."
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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 4:04:27 GMT
She sighed. This was probably the wrong thing to do.. but she was completely addicted.
"Actually, a drink would be good. I can pay you back and all.."
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on May 27, 2005 4:11:13 GMT
His left eyebrow lifted slightly. Another addict like himself. And addicted angellic...hmm. He sighed and shrugged, handing over the bottle.
"You don't have to pay me back, it's the least i can do to give you a free half bottle of wine."
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Post by Rayne on May 27, 2005 4:25:51 GMT
She sighed. "Been trying to quit." Tara answered, swivelling the bottle in her hand. "..but this hurts like a sonofabitch.."
She downed it. The girl wasn't typical of her type, that was for sure.
Afterwards, she looked down to the bottle, handed it back. Goodie, and empty bottle.
"Where're you going anyway?" she asked, wiping her face.
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on Jun 1, 2005 0:39:34 GMT
He sighed, raising his hand to teh back of his head. He rubbed up and down slightly. He took the bottle from her and looked around. He dropped it and looked back up to her.
"Aren't we all...." He responded. Of couse everyone had teh intention of quitting at some point, but by the time they tried they were hooked.
He looked back up to her.
"I havn't been going anywhere for years..."
He looked back up into teh sky, and caught a glimpse of a cluster of stars.
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Post by Rayne on Jun 1, 2005 2:50:02 GMT
"..we have the same kinda problem, I guess." she answered. She followed his gaze, but found nothing she thought attractive, so her gaze fell again.
When she spoke, her breath made a cloud in the air, a sign that frost would come soon.
"We should quit. Both of us."
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on Jun 1, 2005 17:56:44 GMT
He brought his attention back down to the angelic. Maybe she was right.
He smiled and held out his hand.
"Yeah, we should promise each other! Right here and now, no more."
He grinned, maybe this would work for him. His childish behavior always seemed to shine through, no matter where he was. Maybe it was for the best that they met. Maybe something would happen. Like something more to do with his life. His dream.
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Post by Rayne on Jun 2, 2005 2:21:12 GMT
Tara shook his hand after a bit of thought.
"..uh.. except on Fridays. Only a total loser doesn't drink on Fridays."
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Post by |:Lord|Strife:| on Jun 2, 2005 3:28:35 GMT
He grinned, and pulled his hand back, after they had shook.
"Don't want to be losers now do we?"
ah, crap, a cheesy line. Is that the best he could come up with!? He sighed. Oh, well.
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Post by Rayne on Jun 2, 2005 3:31:59 GMT
He seemed nice enough. Maybe he was hitting on her. She wasn't interested, and she wasn't sure, so it didn't bother her terribly.
"Whats your name?"
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