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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Wait a second!
That would mean I'd have to talk to Eol... he smells like peanut butter... I don't think I want to get that close.
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 19:08:57.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: The question is which orifice you try to fill?!
completly with pb-goodness
(and yes 'pb-goodness' is one word!  )
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 19:00:11.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Talk Talk
Okay so Smoke hasn't ever spoken to Rosie save for cute little typical kitty 'meow's'
I guess if she has had something to say she'd send it to Alex first... and might nibble his fingers if he doesn't take her suggestion 
M.
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 18:58:34.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Yay!
That flashlight is SO on her equipment list from way back when this started... yeah... I'm good.
I guess that makes it Guin's turn now... *pokes Sibby*
M.
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 18:56:10.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: Commitment?
The voices on the platform filtered over to her and she paused with one foot on the stairs. A dry smile curled the edge of her lips up to accompany the breathy laugh that she makes. Her thin neck turns so she can glance at the group of survivors on the platform once again.
Going to the cops was the last thing on her mind, of course. The Strange One suggests banding together at least for the moment. He has a point, she muses. Trains do not generally explode on their own, that mixed with whatever was happening concerning the ‘contract’ they had to sign
-her mind flickered at that, the name of their soul the woman had said, and without hesitation she had written out the name she was currently going by, not the one that was written on her birth certificate, or her marriage certificate, and it had worked-
Meant that something strange, and potentially dangerous, was underfoot. Perhaps not going about it alone was preferable.
The Strange One would not be going to the cops; the one on the laptop was obviously avoiding police interference; the blonde girl seemed too naive to go to the police on her own; and the couple… they were the wild cards. The guy on the laptop and the couple could also be liabilities even when the police weren’t concerned. Strange One had already smelled out Laptop’s fear, fear could mean irrational actions, those got you killed. And the woman was in a wheelchair, she was not going to get caught waiting around for some disabled person she didn’t even know to catch up. Liabilities, wild cards. Eve didn’t like the hand she had been dealt at all.
She should still be on that train, heading West, heading toward a town where she could hop a bus and find her way South; South toward the border, toward freedom.
With a sigh she shook her head and continued down the steps slowly. On the ground she heard her boots grind against the hard dirt as she took her first steps. Without looking around she muttered just loud enough for those above to hear her.
“There isn’t anything else out here but the town… which is where I am heading. I am not going to stop anyone from doing the same.”
It is currently as committed to the others as she is willing to get. Her pace is slow though, and she digs around in her bag until she finds a flashlight.
A white circle plays out before her, lighting the way.
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 18:54:46.
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Kitty Talk
So are we going under the assumption that Smoke hasn't ever 'spoken' to Rosie? I'm fine with that btw... she very likely would keep her mouth shut just to mess with the girl 
M.
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 18:21:38.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: hehe
purple winged monkey.
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 14:53:54.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: hehe
Monster!
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 14:36:20.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: That would be a BIG manual
inserting peanut butter
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 14:35:23.
Edited on 2009-09-11 at 14:35:49 by Merideth
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: It's hyphenated *nod*
Christmas
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 13:56:26.
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Topic: Add On Story. Fill in 3 words!
Subject: safety manual for tummy's?
The manual had
Posted on 2009-09-11 at 13:55:48.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: bells
Ding-Dong
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 20:52:56.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Heading to town then
Well... that turned out better then I was expecting it to Glad this has started back up.
So then, who shall follow her?
M.
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 18:46:45.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction - The Clock Tower
Subject: Run Rabbit Run...
The ghost of a smile played on his lips as he turned his lupine eyes in her direction. “And where will you go, little rabbit,” he asked, eyeing her curiously. “Deeper into the town where this hunt leads,” he nodded faintly in the direction of the clocktower that had recently tolled out the destruction that had been visited upon them, “or, maybe,” his eyes ticked to where the train tracks disappeared into the night, “away from destiny and into some perceived escape from what we are?
Slowly Eve turned her eyes over to the strange man, he had made her uneasy in the car. Something about him suggested violence, it suggested chaos and unpredictability. All things she had had too much of and was desperately trying to avoid. ‘We’ he had said as if the two of them had something in common. Face set, top lip struggling not to curl into a snarl of displeasure, she took another look at him, let her eyes flash into his for a moment.
That moment seemed to last a long time, though later she would know that only seconds had passed as their eyes linked. While her own grey eyes peered into his strange eyes, green with golden flecks sparkling in them, she tried to read him. All in all she wasn’t afraid of him, not really. He was most certainly not with law enforcement that much was obvious. She was anxious, but not afraid. If he tried anything she wasn’t going to hesitate to retaliate with everything she had, and she knew she had more then met the eye. Five years ago she wouldn’t have stood here staring deeply into the eyes of a wild man reading him, challenging him almost, while she bled, while others hurt and the debris settled into the dusty desert nothingness. But she was not the same woman she was back then.
As much as he could sense from her she gathered things from him. He seemed more animal then man. A primal energy shimmered off him like the wavy air that gathers over the highway on hot desert plains. But despite this she did not feel he was currently interested in harming her. It was then that she realized what he must mean by that ‘we’ he had said earlier. The survival instinct that could make one act inhuman when cornered was something that had long writhed beneath her surface and recently had reared its ugly head again. Perhaps that was what he connected to, and if he did she did not completely mind. Finding herself relating to the strange man gave her goosebumps, she did not like to think of herself in those terms. However, if he thought of her in those terms perhaps he would respect her more, would decide that she was not prey.
Back to the matter at hand though, so she pulls her eyes off his and peers into the darkness around them. Eyes immediately turn south, toward her intended salvation. She knew she couldn’t escape who she was or what she had done, but she did hope she could escape from those who would punish her for it. That was where the anxiety welled up, it was a race she was running. Two weeks ago the news of her escape had made brief appearances in the national news. Thus far she had managed to keep two steps ahead of the law, and she needed it to stay that way. She had to get to Mexico first. In her minds eye she saw the border between the US and Mexico as a heavy black line drawn across the land, sand drifting across it when the wind picked up; on a pole next to it wanted posters were tacked up, sand piercing the faces of societies rejects, her own mug shot was on one of the posters.
Out south was… nothing. There was nothing out there but darkness and tumbleweeds, no black line of freedom in the sand, no posters, no highway… nothing. A sigh escaped from her lips. The darkness was inviting to her, it provided safety and a place to hide, the temptation rose in her to simply dart out into it, let it consume her and protect her while she ran toward the black line in her mind’s eye. The desire was intense, a desire to finally step over that line and feel the sunshine beating upon her forehead to breathe air that was truly free, unlike the air here that tasted of freedom but had that artificial sweetener aftertaste to it.
The desire would have to go unsatisfied for now. She had no provisions for a desert walk. The blanket she had carried with her had gone up with the train, the bottle of water in her bag would not last her long, she had no sunscreen, not even a hat to keep her pink scalp from burning.
Resignedly she turned her eyes north, a pit forming in her stomach as she did (and inwardly she wondered how close it felt to the ‘blue balls’ men complained about when their desires were unsatisfied). The town, it was her best chance. Perhaps the little outpost here in the middle of nowhere hadn’t heard about the Black Widow’s Daring Escape as the papers had stated it. Maybe the cops were dried up and couldn’t care less about her. Maybe fate would finally look upon her with kindness. Maybe it would rain elephants.
Stop trying to run my cupcake. You’ve been a bad bad girl and you deserve to be punished…
“I’m heading into town...” She speaks to shut up her mother’s voice in her head. Adjusting the backpack onto one shoulder, letting it hang down to her side with the zipper partially open, so she can easily snake her hand in it and pull out whatever she might need in a flash, she looked over the platform at the small group of survivors, “If I run into anyone on my way I’ll see about sending help…”
It is all she can do for them, and really it is more then she should do.
Thinking of police lights lighting up her face, of flashlights blinding her eyes as they bounce off shiny badges, of guns and of Billy clubs being dragged across metal bars in the dark while she cowers on a thin mattress… she makes up her mind and without waiting another minute she starts walking to the stairs that take her off the platform. Her eyes focus on the town ahead of her and she works on steadying her thoughts, drawing up flimsy thoughts of drinks with umbrellas in them and warm ocean water playing on her toes.
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 18:44:58.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: and...
google
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 17:51:29.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: South
nothing south... alright Thank you dear!
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 17:50:06.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: hmmm....
Babies
(aka seamonkeys)
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 16:14:17.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: Leads the forlorn to...
Suicide.
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 16:09:46.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Thumper knew better...
^ 's mother never told them not to brag about their superhuman feats.
> doesn't understand why the world is so fixated on ketchup
v puts ketchup on their liquor...
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 16:02:22.
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Topic: ^ < V game
Subject: Franks!
^ Wonders how we got back on mustard...
> Is better with mustard and relish...
V Tastes of sauerkraut (or however you spell it)
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 15:51:36.
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Topic: The One Word Game
Subject: I had some strange ones in HS, don't ask ;)
Boyfriends...
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 15:49:24.
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Topic: Auguries of Destruction: The Clock Tower Q&A
Subject: Ressurection?
Well Bast has given us a post... and I'm working on one now too for the red headed 'rabbit'
Question for our beatuiful chronicler though...
Eve is trying to go to Mexico, from the platform where they currently stand what lies south? Nothing, the town, the tracks?
M.
Moved from Linseptimus Q&A to here. Good morning, Meri!
Hush you I haven't had my coffee this morning... wait... I don't drink coffee, well... 
Posted on 2009-09-10 at 13:22:34.
Edited on 2009-09-10 at 13:32:27 by Merideth
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: Ah Ha!
I see all the threads starting to pull together. Very nice.
You know after my last post I gots the plot gears running now... yay! Can't wait for more!!
M.
Posted on 2009-09-08 at 17:28:51.
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Topic: Witchcraft: Stare into the Night
Subject: Thoughts on Love...
He walked around the front of the Chevelle and started across the walk to the entrance but stopped suddenly looking back at her through the passenger door window. Hey, Ellgawen? he thought in her direction,
Yes, love?
Thanks, you know, for, everything.
He didn't wait for her to acknowledge it, of course, and she'd probably pick at him for having actually acknowledging her efforts as he just had, but he felt that he owed her at least that.
"Get laid, she says," he chuckled softly as he turned again and headed into the store, "Crazy cat..."
* * *
Outwardly she just rolled over onto her back and started going about the laborious job of cleaning her belly as he thanked her, acting like it didn't matter and didn't bother to respond to him directly. If he had been closer to her when he said it, though, he might have heard her purr slightly.
Inwardly she thought to herself while he went into the store to get her things.
Yeah, you're welcome Alex. Someone has to watch over you. Lucius can't be there all the time, Rosie needs someone to look after her, and we all know you don't look after yourself.
And yes I said get yourself laid.
As much as she tried to understand it, Ellgawen just couldn't understand the relationships that mortals made with each other. They could be sentimental to the point of self-destruction. Loyalty often meant everything, even when the person they were being loyal to was dead. Not that she wasn't haunted by the ghosts of her own past, but not to the same degree.
Emily was dead; had been for years now. Alex was still alive; had years ahead of him still if Smoke had her way. If he wanted to run around killing nasty cult members that was fine by Smoke. They were dark creatures who preyed on other Gifted like cannibals. The fact that they were themselves Gifted turned Smoke's stomach. Before it was often those without the Gift who attacked her favored human. Fear drove them to do terrible things, it was unforgivable certainly, but it was understandable. Attacking your own kind was not understandable or forgivable by any standard. So Alex could kill them, and she would help, she liked helping anyway,
Everything else was unhealthy in her opinion. The drinking, the smoking, the way he ate (or didn't eat), and this whole refusal to act on his more carnal needs. ‘Till death do us part' was how the vows usually went. And Emily was dead; just as all of Smoke's humans were dead, some of them by a few hundred years. She had loved them all, some perhaps more than others, some in different ways, but it had been love that bonded them together. And forming this latest relationship with Alex did not tarnish any of the loves before him. Alex simply didn't see it that way. Smoke knew that he would see falling in love with another woman as a betrayal. So she didn't ask him to find a new love, she asked him to find a woman to sleep with.
And if there was one thing that Smoke knew it was that sleeping with someone didn't have to involve any long term loving relationship. Chet was good at those, and for that matter so was Smoke.
She licked under her right front limb and let her whiskers twitch a little at the thought of the black tom cat she had run into a few nights ago.
There had been something about the way the tom had slunk between the trash cans in the alley that reminded her of Thabes. Thabes. That gave her a pause in her cleaning. Before she was Ellgawen she had met Thabes. He was a bast, unlike the tom in the alley.
A purr rattled in her throat as she reminisced. Over the years she had had many lovers, but Thabes was much more than that. Briefly she wondered where he was, what he could be doing now. There was no point in it though. The time she had had with Thabes was ancient history now. Memories to make one purr but not to make one cry. Time had gone on without them. She supposed she would never again find him, or anyone like him, just as Alex would not find someone to replace Emily. It didn't stop her from having her kicks now and then, though, something she never felt guilty about, and something Alex shouldn't either.
The purr got louder as she wondered if that black tom cat was still prowling in the neighborhood,
Posted on 2009-09-08 at 17:11:11.
Edited on 2016-03-07 at 06:40:39 by Eol Fefalas
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Topic: Stare into the Night Q&A
Subject: That we do... :)
btw... there seems to be some issue with bold and colors in your post you probably want to double check
Other then that... loves it. How nice that the initials are E.S. huh?
Posted on 2009-09-04 at 18:48:06.
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