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will have to post tomorrow :/
I say just have Mark respond. Let's get this show on the road and the others will follow or jump back in! :)
Freedom was a people watcher. She loved to stay just out of sight to have a full unfiltered view of the world. Her best friend didn't think this was a good use of her time but she insisted to Eve that getting to know humans better will help them interact and avoid them as needed. Freedom never considered herself human. Although she basically was a human with animal DNA (rather than an animal with human DNA) she felt so different, and shunned from normal society, that her perception of her blood and 'normal' blood grew as a distinction between a humanoid verses a new species; evolved from homo sapiens to animal shifters, whatever that would be called. And yet society treats them as if they are a sort of error of human evolution, afraid to accept their abilities as something good merely because they are afraid of the new and unknown...and History repeats itself.
"Alondra!" Eve called, snapping Freedom out of her usual racing, day dreaming thoughts, focusing back to her friend. Freedom was her chosen name when she came to the states for a better life, which didn't work out as well as she and her parents had hoped for, but Eve knew her life story, knew who she really was down to her core, and knew if she needed to get her attention she would use her birth name. Free turned her crystal blue eyes to Eve and smiled sheepishly. She didn't need to explain as Eve knew she day dreamed often.
Eve brought her attention for a good reason though. Freedom turned to follow Eve's serious gaze and her smirk dropped. Free saw a young man walking down the street ahead of them. Eve and Freedom sat on a large wall, to the side under some shadows. This was Free's favorite place to people watch, the evening being the safest time to linger in the open for so long and in one place. In a few minutes the young man would be walking right by their wall. They had a decision to make. Essentially, if they remained quiet, they would go unnoticed. Most humans didn't notice their hiding but most Shifters did, due to their enhanced sense of smell. "Oh Eve!" Freedom whispered, trying to get a good look of his face through the strands of black hair that fell down around his face. "Do you think he's a Shifter? He looks kinda...lost, doesn't he?" Freedom turned to look at Eve with pleading eyes. She would do what she wanted but loved when her best friend joined in on her. She wanted to go up and introduce themselves. Freedom looked back to the young man and tilted her head. "His jacket looks kind of bulky, doesn't it?" She asked softly, curiously. She looked back to Eve, waiting for what she would say or do.
"Alondra!" Eve called, snapping Freedom out of her usual racing, day dreaming thoughts, focusing back to her friend. Freedom was her chosen name when she came to the states for a better life, which didn't work out as well as she and her parents had hoped for, but Eve knew her life story, knew who she really was down to her core, and knew if she needed to get her attention she would use her birth name. Free turned her crystal blue eyes to Eve and smiled sheepishly. She didn't need to explain as Eve knew she day dreamed often.
Eve brought her attention for a good reason though. Freedom turned to follow Eve's serious gaze and her smirk dropped. Free saw a young man walking down the street ahead of them. Eve and Freedom sat on a large wall, to the side under some shadows. This was Free's favorite place to people watch, the evening being the safest time to linger in the open for so long and in one place. In a few minutes the young man would be walking right by their wall. They had a decision to make. Essentially, if they remained quiet, they would go unnoticed. Most humans didn't notice their hiding but most Shifters did, due to their enhanced sense of smell. "Oh Eve!" Freedom whispered, trying to get a good look of his face through the strands of black hair that fell down around his face. "Do you think he's a Shifter? He looks kinda...lost, doesn't he?" Freedom turned to look at Eve with pleading eyes. She would do what she wanted but loved when her best friend joined in on her. She wanted to go up and introduce themselves. Freedom looked back to the young man and tilted her head. "His jacket looks kind of bulky, doesn't it?" She asked softly, curiously. She looked back to Eve, waiting for what she would say or do.
Thanks Whirl! Finished with 4 hours sleep. Big event tomorrow though. Then I can finally breathe. x_X Yeah I could never picture myself having kids right now. That is definitely a full time double shift job. *bows to Whirl*
OK I have a breather. I'm going to make a post but I won't be able to post again until Sunday probably.
I'm not normally this busy. @_@
OK I have a breather. I'm going to make a post but I won't be able to post again until Sunday probably.
I'm not normally this busy. @_@
Baylen - Tommie's - Lancaster and Danielle
Baylen looked to the bar entrance as the doors opened up, Lancaster coming in with a rush of cold air sweeping past his feet. He took the last sip of his water, set it down on the counter top, and started walking out of the back of the bar and around the side to meet him as he came in. Baylen glanced to the side towards Danielle as Lancaster ordered her to make his drink, then turned back to face him. He leaned backwards against the bar counter top, placing his hands back in his jacket pockets. He waited until Lancaster noticed him, then nodded to him in greeting. "Hey Lanny" he called to him, raising his voice to be heard over the din of the room. He has a mutual respect for Lancaster and has known him since he was with the Swindlers, but he could never get used to how serious he was...all of the time. It was rare to get him to loosen up.
Baylen tilted his head, a small furrow creasing his normally relaxed brow. "Lanny you look...more serious than usual tonight." He held back a smirk, joking to himself that he didn't think that was quiet possible.
"Someone's been fucking with the warehouse," Lancaster said.
Baylen straightened, pulling out of his lean against the front of the bar counter, eyes fixing on Lancaster, an edge of concern dilating his pupils. "What?" he asked. He heard what he said but he could not believe that what he said was completely true. This doesn't happen. The Swindlers took pain-staking measures to protect their goods. On top of that, Lancaster did a damn good job at taking the lead on this integral part of their operation.
Before Lancaster could respond to his unnecessary question he then asked "are you sure? What do you mean fucking with the warehouse? Is anything missing?" His voice was accusatory but only by reaction. Baylen glanced around the bar, making sure there were no patrons close by that could be over hearing their conversation. "C'mhere" he said, grabbing Lancaster's arm and guiding his stressed state to the side. They stood in the hall entrance towards the restrooms, this area being secluded from the action of Tommie's, less curious ears to worry about. "Does Thomas know?" Baylen shook his head, running his fingers through the front of his hair. He paced two steps to the left and returned to steps back to the right. "Of course Thomas doesn't know, he would have called a meeting if he did." Baylen looked up, exhaling deeply, rubbing his chin in thought. "I believe he's upstairs or out running a business call." He met Lancaster's eyes and said "you need to tell him what you know Lanny."
Baylen glanced back to the crowded bar. His position allowed him to have a better view of the crowds, the faces, the possible suspects. He scanned them for any sort of flickering eye contact, curious wandering eyes, or guilty shuffles to the exit. Tommie's roared on as normal.
Baylen looked to the bar entrance as the doors opened up, Lancaster coming in with a rush of cold air sweeping past his feet. He took the last sip of his water, set it down on the counter top, and started walking out of the back of the bar and around the side to meet him as he came in. Baylen glanced to the side towards Danielle as Lancaster ordered her to make his drink, then turned back to face him. He leaned backwards against the bar counter top, placing his hands back in his jacket pockets. He waited until Lancaster noticed him, then nodded to him in greeting. "Hey Lanny" he called to him, raising his voice to be heard over the din of the room. He has a mutual respect for Lancaster and has known him since he was with the Swindlers, but he could never get used to how serious he was...all of the time. It was rare to get him to loosen up.
Baylen tilted his head, a small furrow creasing his normally relaxed brow. "Lanny you look...more serious than usual tonight." He held back a smirk, joking to himself that he didn't think that was quiet possible.
"Someone's been fucking with the warehouse," Lancaster said.
Baylen straightened, pulling out of his lean against the front of the bar counter, eyes fixing on Lancaster, an edge of concern dilating his pupils. "What?" he asked. He heard what he said but he could not believe that what he said was completely true. This doesn't happen. The Swindlers took pain-staking measures to protect their goods. On top of that, Lancaster did a damn good job at taking the lead on this integral part of their operation.
Before Lancaster could respond to his unnecessary question he then asked "are you sure? What do you mean fucking with the warehouse? Is anything missing?" His voice was accusatory but only by reaction. Baylen glanced around the bar, making sure there were no patrons close by that could be over hearing their conversation. "C'mhere" he said, grabbing Lancaster's arm and guiding his stressed state to the side. They stood in the hall entrance towards the restrooms, this area being secluded from the action of Tommie's, less curious ears to worry about. "Does Thomas know?" Baylen shook his head, running his fingers through the front of his hair. He paced two steps to the left and returned to steps back to the right. "Of course Thomas doesn't know, he would have called a meeting if he did." Baylen looked up, exhaling deeply, rubbing his chin in thought. "I believe he's upstairs or out running a business call." He met Lancaster's eyes and said "you need to tell him what you know Lanny."
Baylen glanced back to the crowded bar. His position allowed him to have a better view of the crowds, the faces, the possible suspects. He scanned them for any sort of flickering eye contact, curious wandering eyes, or guilty shuffles to the exit. Tommie's roared on as normal.
Nice post Metro!
I'll post tonight.
I'll post tonight.
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Posting guys! Had a big project at work. x_X
where'd everyone go?
Bump
I'll post later today. I have a big project I need to finish at work then I'll jump in!
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