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I think I'm gonna drop my second character and just stick with Nicole. I'm in quite a few RPs now and my life has gotten busier, so it'll just be easier on me. Plus poor Ji wasn't getting any attention XD Sadly, I feel that I must let him go and focus solely on Nikki's awkward adventures instead.
*gets smited for making fun of the deacon*
Tallah jumped at the unexpected thump of a hand on their table. She looked up to see the man who was dining here earlier. He was wearing an odd turtleneck sweater despite the summer heat. She had seen him around once or twice before, but never really thought much of him. He always seemed like the quiet type, so his sudden intrusion shocked her.
"Sorry to interrupt. Billy Blue. I'm the deacon at the church here. First Presbyterian, right over on Locust Street. I don't normally do this, but we're having a little meeting this afternoon at the church. Spiritual guidance, moral support, that sort of thing. If you're lost or lonely or unsure, it might do you guys some good. Bring you a little peace. Especially if you're stuck in the middle of bumfuck nowhere," (Tallah thought it was unusual that a religious man would use language like that.) "So, you know, give it some thought. And if you've maybe got a friend who keeps following you around and just won't leave you alone, bring them too."
Tallah froze at the mention of the "friend". How could he know about that? She flicked her gaze towards Colm for a second to see her own momentary panic reflected in his eyes. That only increased her confusion. Why was he afraid? Unless he shared her problem... but that wasn't possible... was it? She turned back to watch Turtleneck saunter off to the next table and repeat his offer to the people sitting there.
What's going on?
Tallah had been stuck here for three days now and nothing particularly unusual had happened. Why the sudden change? She looked around at the other unfamiliar faces in the diner. Could it be because of them? As she felt a new wariness for her fellow hotel guests, she spotted a moving shadow out of the corner of her eye.
I found Waldo, Tallah thought sarcastically. She shot her stalker buddy a glare for his poor sense of timing. He couldn't have picked a worse moment to appear. Then again, he usually showed up when she was feeling out-of-sorts like this. It was just his nature. She glanced back at Colm, who still looked unnerved. He surprised her by suddenly bursting out in a laugh.
"Well, I don't know what that was about."
Somehow, Tallah doubted he was as clueless as he tried to imply, but she kept it to herself. Despite her boisterous exterior, she was a very observant person. Plus, Colm wasn't covering up his anxiety very well. She offered him a friendly grin in an attempt to lessen the awkwardness of the whole situation.
"I don't either," Tallah responded, chuckling lightly. "What an odd guy. And did you see that hideous sweater? Talk about a fashion statement!" She made a face as if she were completely disgusted. "I bet he's only a deacon 'cause he can't get a girl. Celibate by force, y' know?"
"Sorry to interrupt. Billy Blue. I'm the deacon at the church here. First Presbyterian, right over on Locust Street. I don't normally do this, but we're having a little meeting this afternoon at the church. Spiritual guidance, moral support, that sort of thing. If you're lost or lonely or unsure, it might do you guys some good. Bring you a little peace. Especially if you're stuck in the middle of bumfuck nowhere," (Tallah thought it was unusual that a religious man would use language like that.) "So, you know, give it some thought. And if you've maybe got a friend who keeps following you around and just won't leave you alone, bring them too."
Tallah froze at the mention of the "friend". How could he know about that? She flicked her gaze towards Colm for a second to see her own momentary panic reflected in his eyes. That only increased her confusion. Why was he afraid? Unless he shared her problem... but that wasn't possible... was it? She turned back to watch Turtleneck saunter off to the next table and repeat his offer to the people sitting there.
What's going on?
Tallah had been stuck here for three days now and nothing particularly unusual had happened. Why the sudden change? She looked around at the other unfamiliar faces in the diner. Could it be because of them? As she felt a new wariness for her fellow hotel guests, she spotted a moving shadow out of the corner of her eye.
I found Waldo, Tallah thought sarcastically. She shot her stalker buddy a glare for his poor sense of timing. He couldn't have picked a worse moment to appear. Then again, he usually showed up when she was feeling out-of-sorts like this. It was just his nature. She glanced back at Colm, who still looked unnerved. He surprised her by suddenly bursting out in a laugh.
"Well, I don't know what that was about."
Somehow, Tallah doubted he was as clueless as he tried to imply, but she kept it to herself. Despite her boisterous exterior, she was a very observant person. Plus, Colm wasn't covering up his anxiety very well. She offered him a friendly grin in an attempt to lessen the awkwardness of the whole situation.
"I don't either," Tallah responded, chuckling lightly. "What an odd guy. And did you see that hideous sweater? Talk about a fashion statement!" She made a face as if she were completely disgusted. "I bet he's only a deacon 'cause he can't get a girl. Celibate by force, y' know?"
No worries! :) Life happens
Behold! The majesty my tiny writer's-block-induced post
Kiena timed out the orc's swings and dove to the side just as the axe swept past her. She rolled and jumped back to her feet, leaping forward for a strike at the back of the orc's knee to cripple it before it could regain its balance. As she moved to get out of its attacking range, she added a second swipe at its other leg in hopes of bringing the beast to its knees. If it worked, she would have a clear shot at its head.
"Rafa, you good?" Kiena called back to her teammate during the brief opportunity she had while the orc was regrouping, although she didn't take her eyes off of her opponent for even a second. She knew she couldn't let it finish recovering from the initial shock of her first attack or she would miss her chance. She sprang towards the orc again with a fresh burst of speed, aiming her blade for its exposed throat.
"Rafa, you good?" Kiena called back to her teammate during the brief opportunity she had while the orc was regrouping, although she didn't take her eyes off of her opponent for even a second. She knew she couldn't let it finish recovering from the initial shock of her first attack or she would miss her chance. She sprang towards the orc again with a fresh burst of speed, aiming her blade for its exposed throat.
Navy_Vet said
I'm hoping so, we're still waiting on the GM to pick his animal and make his CS so he can start us off
He keeps disappearing on us oAo
xcalx1dw said
Poor Valis getting remark after remark....
He has no luck with the ladies lol
Tallah smirked at the man's obvious discomfort at what she said. The past few days at this hotel had been pretty boring, so she was letting out some of her pent up energy on the poor guy. She was just about to add a followup comment, but her good humor vanished when she noticed his expression darken slightly. He seemed to be focused on something behind her. She glanced over her shoulder, too brief to notice anything, and turned back to him. Whatever it was, it probably didn't concern her.
Maybe he's just losing it, Tallah thought, her mind wandering to Waldo. Like me. She doubted it. What were the odds that Waldo had a brother who also liked to stalk people, and that she would meet the other victim here?
"Uh, Malcolm. Just call me Colm. And yeah, the food here's real good. Heads and tails over other hotels. You know, it's weird, there was a guy just now. Real weird-looking guy. And he kept talking about the food in this town. I thought he was a little touched in the head, but now that I've had some of these eggs I see where he's coming from."
So he had a name. He was also a bit of a rambler. Tallah nodded but wasn't really sure who Colm was talking about, even though she prided herself on knowing many of the other Hawkeye guests. Colm made a weak attempt at a smile, but whatever was distracting him must have really set him on edge. Tallah frowned.
"Hm, you know it's rude to check out other girls when talking to a lady," she joked, trying to rein him back into their conversation. Colm didn't seem to hear her though. She looked back, but didn't see whatever it was that he was staring at. Maybe Waldo did have a brother after all. Or maybe his girlfriend was cheating on him and he was stalking Tallah to get revenge. The idea amused her.
"So, where you headed, Tallah?"
"Here, there, everywhere," she replied vaguely, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "I was headed to Wisconsin, but, you know, stuff happened," Still vague. "and now I'm staying here for a while." She didn't feel comfortable sharing the truth: that she was actually stuck here because she couldn't find her way out of town. Colm would either think she was hopelessly directionally challenged or deranged.
"This place gets all sorts of weird people," Tallah abruptly changed the subject. She was looking around at the people who now sat in the diner. There was a skinny, hunched-over guy; a girl with a severe case of OCD who was cutting her food into small, equal bites; a guy headbanging to music that only he could hear; another girl (at least she looked semi-normal); and a man who seemed to be talking to himself. She looked down at her own bedraggled clothes and ran a hand through her messy, unbrushed hair. "Well, I suppose I'm not one to talk." She laughed.
"Anyway, what brings you to this jolly little town?" Tallah asked.
Maybe he's just losing it, Tallah thought, her mind wandering to Waldo. Like me. She doubted it. What were the odds that Waldo had a brother who also liked to stalk people, and that she would meet the other victim here?
"Uh, Malcolm. Just call me Colm. And yeah, the food here's real good. Heads and tails over other hotels. You know, it's weird, there was a guy just now. Real weird-looking guy. And he kept talking about the food in this town. I thought he was a little touched in the head, but now that I've had some of these eggs I see where he's coming from."
So he had a name. He was also a bit of a rambler. Tallah nodded but wasn't really sure who Colm was talking about, even though she prided herself on knowing many of the other Hawkeye guests. Colm made a weak attempt at a smile, but whatever was distracting him must have really set him on edge. Tallah frowned.
"Hm, you know it's rude to check out other girls when talking to a lady," she joked, trying to rein him back into their conversation. Colm didn't seem to hear her though. She looked back, but didn't see whatever it was that he was staring at. Maybe Waldo did have a brother after all. Or maybe his girlfriend was cheating on him and he was stalking Tallah to get revenge. The idea amused her.
"So, where you headed, Tallah?"
"Here, there, everywhere," she replied vaguely, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "I was headed to Wisconsin, but, you know, stuff happened," Still vague. "and now I'm staying here for a while." She didn't feel comfortable sharing the truth: that she was actually stuck here because she couldn't find her way out of town. Colm would either think she was hopelessly directionally challenged or deranged.
"This place gets all sorts of weird people," Tallah abruptly changed the subject. She was looking around at the people who now sat in the diner. There was a skinny, hunched-over guy; a girl with a severe case of OCD who was cutting her food into small, equal bites; a guy headbanging to music that only he could hear; another girl (at least she looked semi-normal); and a man who seemed to be talking to himself. She looked down at her own bedraggled clothes and ran a hand through her messy, unbrushed hair. "Well, I suppose I'm not one to talk." She laughed.
"Anyway, what brings you to this jolly little town?" Tallah asked.
Florence blinked. She could have sworn she heard someone say her name... among other things. She narrowed her eyes, scanning the closest buildings. When her sight swept over the hotel, she stopped. Staring down at her from a second story room was Loudmouth. She vaguely recognized his features. Perhaps she had come across him before sometime in the past. That would explain how he knew her name. It didn't matter. Why was he trying to get her attention? At first, she considered turning away and pretending she didn't hear him, but she knew that wouldn't work. Being a vampire as well, he would know how sharp her ears were. She sighed in resignation and looked down at her feet. She was standing at the edge of the road, the border between the town and the forest.
Well, better late than never.
Florence stepped onto the road and walked to the other side. She had to cross to the hotel before replying to Loudmouth. She wasn't going to follow his example by shouting across the street. Ingrained with a learned cautiousness, she crept through the shadows to reach the hotel then swiftly clambered up a neighboring tree to peer through the window. Inside she saw the vampire who had called out to her - after seeing him up closer she was certain they had met before, she just couldn't remember when or where - along with a second female vampire. She was strikingly beautiful, Florence noted with a grain of envy. She self-consciously brushed a lock of wild red hair out of her face.
"What do you want?" Florence said softly, shifting her hazel gaze back to the male. She crouched on the tree branch and tilted her head at him quizzically.
"How's work going Zach?"
"Well, nothing new has happened, if that's what you mean," Zach replied with a nonchalant shrug. He finished off the rest of his sandwich, crumpled up the wrapper, and made a basketball shot with it for the trash can. He leaned back into the couch. "The vampires attack and we take them down. Business as usual." He glanced at the door to the bedroom just as it begin to open and Ben stepped into view. Zach followed him with his eyes as Ben walked into the kitchen to make some coffee.
"Hello boys. What do I have the pleasure of having you two here?"
"What, do I need a reason to pay a visit to my pseudo-dad?" Zach replied sarcastically, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. The phone rang and he watched patiently as Ben moved to answer it. It was probably another call about work. He sighed. Ben was out late last night, and now he was getting a request in the morning. The poor guy couldn't seem to catch a break.
"Alright. I'll be there in ten." Then to him and Chris. "Thanks for the food. My shift starts again soon."
"Well, I've got nothing better to do," Zach said, jumping to his feet. He didn't bother asking if it was alright for him to tag along. It's not like Ben could tell him off anyway; Zach never changed his mind once it was made up. He walked over and stood next to the front door, waiting to leave.
Well, better late than never.
Florence stepped onto the road and walked to the other side. She had to cross to the hotel before replying to Loudmouth. She wasn't going to follow his example by shouting across the street. Ingrained with a learned cautiousness, she crept through the shadows to reach the hotel then swiftly clambered up a neighboring tree to peer through the window. Inside she saw the vampire who had called out to her - after seeing him up closer she was certain they had met before, she just couldn't remember when or where - along with a second female vampire. She was strikingly beautiful, Florence noted with a grain of envy. She self-consciously brushed a lock of wild red hair out of her face.
"What do you want?" Florence said softly, shifting her hazel gaze back to the male. She crouched on the tree branch and tilted her head at him quizzically.
"How's work going Zach?"
"Well, nothing new has happened, if that's what you mean," Zach replied with a nonchalant shrug. He finished off the rest of his sandwich, crumpled up the wrapper, and made a basketball shot with it for the trash can. He leaned back into the couch. "The vampires attack and we take them down. Business as usual." He glanced at the door to the bedroom just as it begin to open and Ben stepped into view. Zach followed him with his eyes as Ben walked into the kitchen to make some coffee.
"Hello boys. What do I have the pleasure of having you two here?"
"What, do I need a reason to pay a visit to my pseudo-dad?" Zach replied sarcastically, raising his eyebrows in mock surprise. The phone rang and he watched patiently as Ben moved to answer it. It was probably another call about work. He sighed. Ben was out late last night, and now he was getting a request in the morning. The poor guy couldn't seem to catch a break.
"Alright. I'll be there in ten." Then to him and Chris. "Thanks for the food. My shift starts again soon."
"Well, I've got nothing better to do," Zach said, jumping to his feet. He didn't bother asking if it was alright for him to tag along. It's not like Ben could tell him off anyway; Zach never changed his mind once it was made up. He walked over and stood next to the front door, waiting to leave.
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