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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jun 27, 2010 4:33:18 GMT -5
Ooc; Frazle, the front door of the apartment is wooden and painted a rich red colour. Unless Tetris has said otherwise (in which case, a glass door is fine), then it'll be staying that way.
Bic; A warm, motherly feeling watched over Peach as she took a step back and looked around the room and the 'shifters within it. They all seemed to be getting along, conversing like normal and sane human beings. If life could remain like this, she would be happy forever. A happy 'family' was all she asked for.
As thin, wet arms encircled her unsuspecting body, a sharp outtake of breath escaped her lips. She was not a hugger when it came to unfamiliar people, yet she was used to it. People seemed to naturally assume that she was open to touch of any kind, being a furry little critter when she transformed and a friendly face while she was human. Sure, she was used to it, but she gritted her teeth each time arms encircled her body. It made her feel trapped, tweaking some hidden thing from her past. But she needed to make sacrifices to make other comfortable and happy.
"It's nice to meet you too, Honor. Welcome to Verge Apartments." Peach said, smiling hesitantly and stepping back. "I wasn't actually expecting you, but yes, welcome!"
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Post by TETRIS on Jun 27, 2010 13:56:14 GMT -5
ooc// Nope, I like the whole grungy brick feel of the building! I'll probably have Gladstone step in once Matteo has a chance to respond. :3
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 27, 2010 15:31:53 GMT -5
oooc: I edited my original post, so you might wanna check that out and edit yours? OKAY thanks haha. oh and the glass door I thought was the back door, but I edited it anyways to where she came through the front.
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Post by spade on Jun 27, 2010 22:25:58 GMT -5
ooc: Frazle so are you keeping your character Eliza or should I make my post like she isn't there anymore since you have a new character?
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 27, 2010 23:29:09 GMT -5
oooc: Um, you can pretend shes not there? He can start talking to Honor, if you want. (:
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jun 27, 2010 23:38:50 GMT -5
Ooc; In which case, I'll write Peach out until Celesta and Rodric want to leave.
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Post by spade on Jun 27, 2010 23:41:23 GMT -5
ooc: Ok, I'll talk to her then, wouldn't want my poor Rodric to be left out. ha
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 27, 2010 23:43:03 GMT -5
ooc: Peach, I edited my last post on the 1st page, basically the one where I introduced Honor. It's really different, so maybe re-read it? Hehe okay thank youuu!! SPADE: haha ok!!! shes waitingg
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Post by Gylfie Murdoch on Jun 27, 2010 23:57:31 GMT -5
Ooc; Oh, Frazle, you didn't need to edit it...
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 28, 2010 0:00:13 GMT -5
ooc: haha sorry? I thought I needed to... but i don't have the original post anymore, so.. Is it okay?
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Post by spade on Jun 28, 2010 0:00:17 GMT -5
It seemed like more and more people where showing up to the apartments looking for Peach, Rodric wondered how she handled everyone who came through the doors. Or why this place attracted so many people. What ever the case was it was interesting to see.
With a quick sigh Rodric finally removed his coat wanting to himself dry completely. He draped the cloth of his arm looking as someone new came into the room looking for Peach. Rodric could only guess what she was here for and he gave a quick smirk. ‘I would hate that job, too many people for my taste.’ He thought to himself noticing that the girl’s name was Honor.
To Rodric the name Honor had always been one he found attractive for a girl. He didn’t really know why but he had always liked the ring to it. Maybe this was a sign for him, to actually talk to someone until waiting to be talked to. Maybe then people would stop confusing him for a goth, sure he had the jacket and boots for it but he wasn’t one. He was nothing but a card-shark mechanic who had weird taste in clothing and had his hair a bit longer than others.
Taking the opportunity he approached her, “So I’m guessing your also living around here? Name’s Rodric Voltz. Nice to meet you.” He said offering a slightly awkward hand. He knew being social was to going to be hard.
OOC: there we go. too bad my brain is frozen from all the ice cream I ate :/
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 28, 2010 0:43:45 GMT -5
The brunette bombshell shook her hair, sending the straightened golden tips onto her shoulders. "So I’m guessing your also living around here? Name’s Rodric Voltz. Nice to meet you" The voice behind her almost surprised her. She turned around, her fingers dancing along her neck as she felt for the necklace she was wearing. It was an old, leather piece of string. There were two blue beads on either side, and in the middle was a piece of a broken heart. When she had been fostered in the Orphanage, she had come with it strung around her little, tanned neck. One of the nannies who washed the sheets and checked on the children had told her. Her name was Rosie, and she was dark skinned and only 20. She was the one who had opened the door and found little Honor, crying in a picnic basket. She felt the familiar roughness, tracing the outlines of the bead and feeling the coldness of the metal heart. She smiled politely at Rodric, dropping her hand and taking his. His skin felt cold and smooth.
"No, I came from New York, but I guess this is my home now?" She giggled, retreating her hand. Her brown, topaz eyes looked him up and down. He was attractive, his somewhat curly hair a little past his ears, but she had dated guys with long hair before, so it didn't bother her or throw her off. His hair was a carmel(?) color, shinning in the dim lighted room. "Pleasure to meet you, Rodric. I'm Honor Alba." She smiled again, feeling a little over confident. So far, she didn't have to use her middle name, like she did when she was in the streets. Her rain boots were pretty muddy, and her purple NIKE sweat short was ripped and wet, so she imagined she looked like a mess. Hopefully, her face didn't look to bad. She had left her best friends a week ago, constantly running and hiding. She had even gotten highlights, and the underneath of her hair dyed pink, but the pink was almost faded. She hoped it would throw the police off a little, but mainly her strategy was hiding. She knew she couldn't transform, because even if a homeless person saw a white lioness running, they would try to kill her or call the cops. Or maybe, she could lose her angel self to her animal instincts and attack whoever strayed to her path. She ran her scrawny, tan fingers through her hair, combing out the invisible tangles. She hadn't seen her reflection in days, the last time was when she stopped to drink in a puddle and had only vaguely seen her outline and light hair.
She brushed her fingertips along her face, before letting them fall to her sides again.
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Post by Matteo De Luca on Jun 28, 2010 6:25:53 GMT -5
Matteo couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at Celesta's question; his head turned to the side, facing Peach's profile, as his fingers swam through his dark brown locks, creating streams of chocolate as his nails scratched the worry out of his scalp. A grin that was rich with teeth greeted Peach, sensing - knowing that she felt uncomfortable in this situation. The young Italian boy couldn't help acting as if he was in charge in any situation, he was a lion even from his youth; always wanting to command others around, always wanting to be the leader in any group of people. He was one who yearned for control, for respect - and for a stranger to take notice of it only in minutes of meeting him, he couldn't help but to feel flattered. " Actually, this rude lady beside me is in charge. Hell, I don't even live in these apartments. Was forced to live in a cottage because apparently my behavior is a problem." With a shrug of his shoulders, and the crooked turn of his lips he teased Peach - sure he was often called out for being immature, but when you have everything you desire in the reach of your bank accounts, what other fun can you have? A soft giggle seemed to serenade his ear, as he felt a body dance from one side of him to the other. " When am I not calm?" He razzed back, his eyes squinted in a small degree as they followed her vivid animation to the other guy; a warmth flushing through his veins as he watched the two get intimate. Those that know Matteo like the back of their hand, or perhaps after a couple of minutes of being acquainted with him are easily able to pick up his traits - especially the unpleasant ones. Despite being notorious for playing around girls' precious hearts, he couldn't stand but to feel angered if they play his game against him. It didn't even matter if the female were one of his preys or not, if they were someone he knew and flirted with from time to time, then he would feel possessive over them; and Matteo never seemed to understand how sharing was caring. Turning his attention back to Celesta, his once lively smile flickered to rolling his bottom lip underneath his front teeth. STATUS # Completed! FEATURING # Everyone WORD COUNT # 395 NOTES # Sorry it took me a while! Matteo will be staying in the reception area (: CREDIT # IRONICALLIZE_IT @ CAUTION 2.0
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Post by TETRIS on Jun 28, 2010 10:30:34 GMT -5
CELESTA SCHWARZENBLATT
She wondered what De Luca's shift was. So far, everything she knew about him was inconclusive. He had all the makings of an alpha, but there was something secretive and subtly sensuous in his eyes, rather un-wolflike. Or maybe she was just biased, having seen a very different brand of wolves.
"You live in Origin Apartments, then? Isn't your friend manager of that as well?"
Celesta indicated the so-called 'rude lady' with a jerk of her head. She couldn't identify what Greene was, either. Although the blonde girl, Honour or Courage or whatever she'd called herself, was distinctively felid. She had nothing against cats; wolves were noble creatures above the common dog-cat rivalries, but she didn't cherish the creatures smelling of strong ammonia.
Or it might be because the Schwarzenblatt dynasty had fallen into the claws of one Egyptian feline. Alexander had fallen in love with a certain Niobe, an Egyptian princess whose tilted, tapering eyes were mysterious and voluptuous all at once, with the sinister plotting silence of a cat.
Actually, she had a poise and self-contained tension which seemed evident in De Luca. He might be a cat, Celesta considered. Maybe a jaguar, or some other mountainous creature indigenous to this area. Even a cheetah, though he seemed more self-possessed than those flighty beasts.
GLADSTONE
"There's no 'as well' about it," came a drawl from the doorway. "Ms. Greene owns the apartments in this area, but I manage this building. And I'll kindly ask you to either take the conversation to the living rooms, or you can leave." The last was directed pointedly at all the Origin Apartment residents, though he didn't quite include Peach in his cold indifferent glance. "You're making Verge seem far too hospitable to the average homeless sod."
He wasn't any older than Matteo, but standing under the same roof as the young Italian with crisp curls that seemed to hold sunlight when they caught it, Gladstone could have been from a remote and removed generation.
If Matteo represented the "king" or "leader" aspect of leonine stereotypes, Gladstone was the haughty, indolent, egocentric male of the pride. Not a leader who directed the lionesses, but one who expected (and was given) first pick of a kill, rarely interacting except to snap at those who bothered him. He hadn't always been like that, of course. Once he had been a younger, less assured creature, who still fought defensively and competitively. Perhaps that was why he seemed mature and wearily unconcerned already, having established a sedentary life out of the arena, without the surge of adrenaline as the blood spurted from open arteries.
The message he radiated wasn't half so much: 'respect me, obey me, fear me, because I'm in charge'. It was more that the pale electric-blue gaze regarded Matteo, Celesta, Honor, Rodric, even Peach, with no more recognition or regard than Gladstone would offer the reception counter. None of them were reflected in his eyes. He lived in a parallel world which occupied the same space, but with far fewer inhabitants. It was a rare occasion that he met anyone he would acknowledge as a peer life-form.
CELESTA SCHWARZENBLATT
Celesta was fascinated by the character study which Gladstone posed, the way he moved, spoke, looked over and past everyone in the area. If he could only seem to show more awareness of those around him, then she would be irresistibly attracted to him.
But as it was, she could hardly attribute his contempt to his sense of superiority. His eyes didn't change when they left her, to drift over to the elevators. He didn't act like he even realized she wasn't just a mobile actor in the set scenery on Verge Apartment's center stage.
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Post by spade on Jun 28, 2010 18:54:25 GMT -5
Rodric opened his mouth about to speak when a commanding figure walked into the room. The man had the presence what he felt to be a dictator. One who was not to be messed with and who had to be respected. The way the man walked commanded an almost sense of fear to the people around him but Rodric smirked. As much as he would rather not have confrontation with him, Rodric wouldn’t fear him. In fact he almost craved to get into a physical fight with him. The risk-taker in him was taking over, the one who loved to gamble and fight. Even though he could tell the guy had see a lot more horrible things in this world, he knew the guy had to be an amazing fighter. Rodric even knew he probably would never win again. Still he would have loved to try. But he held back, this wasn’t the time or place. He still needed to live here. Instead he turned his attention back to Honor. “Honor, it’s a beautiful name. So tell me a little about yourself. If you don’t mind that is.” Rodric asked her glancing over to see if the man who had came in would do anything to break the conversations of the room. OOC: Oh and TETRIS Rodric is staying in the Verge Apartments. I already talked to Peach about it, so I was just going to let you know too since your character is in charge of the place
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Post by TETRIS on Jun 28, 2010 19:22:57 GMT -5
ooc// That sounds fine, Spade.
... Gladstone isn't a dictator though. T.T;;
It's alright, he tends to be misunderstood. But just for Rodric's info, he's not likely to beat up on people. He doesn't particularly like to exert himself with physical confrontations. Particularly against people he considers "soft" - that's basically every person that was never a participant in the slave-fighting rings of Amsterdam. So, everyone in the Verge Apartments at the moment. ;p
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 28, 2010 19:42:51 GMT -5
ooc: Just in case I need to tell you, even though I think its pretty obvious, Honor is staying too at the Verge Apartments? bic:
The ripped, muddy edge of a purple sweatshirt touched her face, brushing against her tan skin with a butterfly like manner. She smiled, flashing her brilliant, white smile. Katrina, her old adoptive mother, use to call her ravishing teeth 'chick lit.' A little bit of scarlet coursed to her cheeks, warming up her tan face. She usually got compliments of how wonderful or 'unique' her name was, but most of the time it was just people feeling sorry for her. Yes, the name as beautiful, but she doubted anybody actually cared what her name was. Her smile faded, descending to a small, vague smirk. She watched, her topaz eyes full to the rim with interest. A tall, manly figure had walked in. He was quite handsome, his dark eyes and strong figure cascading into the lobby. She smirked, staring at him. He looked almost mysterious, her sleek jawline clenched and thin. She could tell, by the way he represented himself and the way he talked, that he was the leader, or, manager.
Honor turned her attention back to Rodric, who standing with a daring look on his face. He was dryer, but water beads still dropped from his hair, splashing onto his shirt. She smiled politely, not sure what to say. She decided, to make it short and simple, no need to spill or her life story or add details. "Well, my names Honor, duh. And I'm 2o." She said, her voice pouring out like velvet. She decided, since she already knew his name and asking his age, when she knew it was around hers, wasn't going to her anywhere. "What do you shift into?" She asked, noticing the look on his face. It looked almost as if he didn't want to talk to her, and he was way more interested in the male who had walked in then her. She sighed, bitting her finger nail.
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Post by spade on Jun 28, 2010 20:19:50 GMT -5
OOC: I know he isn't a dictator XD Rodric just thinks of him like one because of his commanding presence. Also Rodric knows the Gladstone wouldn't beat up on him. He is just imagining getting into a fight with him though he knows he would lose.
When Honor had asked him what he shifted into he laughed a bit. Usually people didn’t tend to ask him that question. Most people just wanted to keep it a secret, and his smirk switched to a smile. One that was genuine for once, as his interest in her peeked up. She was defiantly more interesting than most girls he came across. Something he liked. With it he switched his full attention to her.
He looked over her, not in a lusting manner but more of an admiring way. Rodric thought she looked beautiful even though her clothes where a mess from the rain. He didn’t care at all.
“Well I’m a crow,” he smirked looking into her eyes. “I know intimidating right?” he said with a sarcastic laugh. “And what about you? Surely you shift into something much more creative than I.” he said smiling imaging what she might be. For some reason he imagined her as a rarer than most kind of creature. Something you could find very many place. Then again that could have just been his hormones talking to him. Still he wanted to know more about her, though he wondered if he was just bugging her now.
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Post by FRAZLE on Jun 29, 2010 13:39:51 GMT -5
She looked away from the broad figure standing near Peach, turning her head towards Rodric. She could see, that now he didn't want to look away from her. He actually cared about the conversation. Surprisingly, even though it was the dead of winter, she felt hot and humid. She slipped her long arms through the warm, velvety sleeves, pushing the sweat jacket off of her. Underneath, she was waring a tight, brown v-neck. It to was muddy and old, but more crisp and smelled faintly of the laundry detergent she used, that was, when she had a home. There was a couple of red splatters in the middle of her shirt and near the end. She bit her lip, staring it.Blood. She wrapped the torn edges of the ancient sweat jacket around her mid-waist, covering the blood stains so that you couldn't see them, maybe just for a quick glimpse. Honor laughed with Rodric. A crow? She had admired the birds, besides there black, beady eyes and fear call. She couldn't imagine him being a crow, but the more she thought about it, it made sense. Or maybe she was just being bias.
"Well, actually I'm a white lioness. But I don't think I would eat you, unless I was really mad." She laughed, her topaz eyes glittering with joy. She knew she would be able to control herself, and she doubted she would ever shift around him, anyways. She hoped, that he wouldn't get offended, or not talk to her because they were too completely different species, and crows were the top of her food chain. She leaned her arm against the counter, yawning for a quick second. She then, turned her attention back to him, waiting for a reply.
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Post by Aaron 'Quid' Owain on Jun 29, 2010 15:30:39 GMT -5
[[ooc; I do hope that it won't piss anyone off if I act like Quid's been here for at least a few nights? and if it's fine, I'll just edit this. ^^' ]]
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