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Post by writinggirl01 on Nov 16, 2011 3:39:54 GMT -5
The young feral mutant walked along the shoreline, feet bare in the sand. The sun shone warmly against her back, and the crowds that had already gathered seemed to momentarily ignore the young girl. She was of course feeling and acting a bit like a child inside a candy or toy store, but to normal people she would seem a bit odd and crazy. For this particular female did not have a normal life or upbringing, as she was never allowed to experience normal things like those currently around her. She of course knew how to look like she fit, as her assignments often depended that she did, but said assignments where hardly at locations such as this. And this time she was determined to experience it like she should have, not like she was groomed to do.
The cool salt water lapped at her exposed toes, she hardly felt the temperature mostly due to her healing factor. A seagull cried somewhere overhead, and a dog barked somewhere in the distance. Of course those sounds were unheard by the humans that were playing not ten feet from her, but her enhanced hearing heard them as if she were right next to them. Her nose sniffed the air, and she automatically picked up different scents, odors, and aromas. However one intrigued her so much, that she had suddenly realized that she hadn’t eaten anything that day. She was soon literally following her nose to an unattended grill, and she was licking her chops from view as she eyed the wonderful smelling food. She couldn’t help it, but her eyes darted among the humans around her. She made sure no one was looking, and she snatched up a few hot dogs, hamburger patties, and shish kabobs. She of course grunted back the pain at the immediate burning that her stupidity had caused her, but her healing quickly took care of it.
The dark haired girl took her bounty to a remote part of the beach, and settled down to enjoy her stolen meal. She didn’t both hiding her physical mutation as she tore into the food. She quickly scarfed down the hot food, nearly scorching her mouth and esophagus in the process. The only thing that saved her was her healing ability, for as soon as it passed down she was good as new. However as soon as she finished the meat, a girl younger than she stumbled across her and smiled at her. Momentarily forgetting what might possibly happen, she smiled back giving the young female a good look at her inhuman teeth. She watched as the child ran of screaming, and she quickly wiped the smile off of her face. Soon the place was full of screaming and running humans. She figured that soon she would be zeroed in upon, as she had of caused this mild choas…
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  TIME :: Shortly after escaping Weapon X Project
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 478
NOTES :: So not a good day for a first trip to the beach…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!! |
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Post by heinkel on Nov 21, 2011 14:10:47 GMT -5
Well, this was certainly turning out to be interesting. Normally, the blonde wouldn’t have ventured far from the town, let alone far from the church where she was currently employed, but… She had found herself doing many things that were out of character lately. Like how she had responded to the situation in that alley a few days ago, for instance. Under usual circumstances, she would never have gotten involved at all. And yet, she had gotten involved, and now she wasn’t quite sure what was within her character anymore – or, if she had really had said character since time was stopped for her, so many years ago now.
In all honesty and truth, it was just a bit disconcerting to think that she was becoming just as unpredictable as her predecessor – her “father” – had been. No, she hadn’t begrudged him the fact that he could change demeanors on a dime, or sometimes do things that none would expect of him, but it was odd, even a bit frightening, if she were honest, to see such in herself, and do suddenly, too. She supposed that the anniversaries which had all crowded together were doing this to her, as she tried to block the memories from her mind year after year after year. It couldn’t be good for what was left of her sanity, she finally reflected.
What also made her think this was the fact that, ever since she had become used to her new abilities and new body, she hardly feared anything anymore. The fact that she feared her own mind was not something which sat well with the priestess. Filing her current thoughts away for later contemplation, she mused that a walk along the beach might help her sort her thoughts. Well, the ones not pertaining to her sanity, at least. She had hoped that the more-or-less overcast weather would deter the majority of beach-goers, but it seemed she had been mistaken in assuming that. With an inaudible sigh, Heinkel flipped up the collar of her trench coat, to hide both her clerical collar and a good bit of the scar on her face, as she meandered along the shore, watching the actions of the populace around her.
No, she wasn’t ashamed of the fact that she was a priest – a woman doing a man’s work, and doing it surprisingly well, as had often been commented of her, back in Rome – but if a more observant person were to take a good look at her, though most never did, her gender would raise some very… Awkward questions, most of which she really didn’t like dealing with. She didn’t like dealing with them at all, if truth were to be told. Rousing from her thoughts, she took note of the commotion now consuming the beach at large. Well, this was certainly very interesting – then she noted the girl which had seemingly caused all of this. Yes, very interesting indeed.
Pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose with her index finger, the blonde produced her lighter and pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, she stowed both the pack and lighter into her pockets once more. Smoking rather nonchalantly, she made her way against the current of panicked people. When she reached the younger female, the sapphire-eyed priest wasted no-time with introductions. Just as Vater often did, when dealing with her kind, Heinkel mused. Removing thoughts of Anderson from her mind, she focused on the moment at hand. It wouldn’t do to become lost in thought or memory right now. She slipped her gloved hands from her pockets, then, the gold-stitched outline of a cross on the back of each probably giving away what she was.
”Und here I had zought zat all you vervolves vere gone…” There was a faintly mocking tone in her rather thickly-accented voice, as her glasses and the gunmetal cross she wore caught the light. Her lips curled at the corners into a slightly maniacal sneer. Some part fo her would enjoy this, no matter what happened, she was quite sure.
TAGGED: Faith/Open(?).
WORD COUNT: 677.
NOTES: Especially not with Heinkel lurking around... Vater = father in German (as opposed to Pater, which means Father as in a priest.)
STATUS: Done.
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Post by writinggirl01 on Nov 23, 2011 10:12:52 GMT -5
Faith sat there for a brief moment watching the humans around her become alarmed at the young girl’s scream and alarms of her not being human. When a large man saw her and decided that he could take her by picking up a large, thick piece of drift wood and charge her, she jumped to her feet to ready herself to run away. However she had misjudged the timing of the man, and instead he was soon upon her and taking a powerful swing at her head. Her training took over, and she ducked the driftwood and pivoted on her heels to face him. Her hand balled up into a fist, and she came up from her ducked position to bring her fist into his gut. The guy ‘oomphed’ and dropped his impromptu weapon as he doubled over from the well placed punch, and she stood up over him as he moaned and groan in pain. ”Please stay down… I don’t want to have to kill you…” She pleaded with the man, hoping he would take her advice and stay down. For if he got up, she was trained to kill her opponent in battle.
She sniffed the air, smelling the fear that hung heavily in it. The screams barely bothered her, as they were an everyday occurrence for her. She was often the one making them, but she had also heard faint echoes of them from others when she wasn’t the focus point of their experiments. So screams didn’t even make her notice them like someone normal might have. A new scent caught her nose, and she sniffed the air once more, making sure she wasn’t smelling things. It was a female scent, one that wasn’t full of fear like the others. If anything it was hatred or some form of it that she detected with the scent that she had caught. She turned to face the female as she was the only one not running away from her, and noticed the cigarette in her mouth of which she knew was already there as she had smelled it when she picked up the scent.
”Und here I had zought zat all you vervolves vere gone…”
Faith had no trouble understanding the statement, as she had spent a month in Germany on a very difficult mission. She could speak it flawlessly, and even understood the broken, thickly-accented English spoken ones without any trouble what-so-ever. She couldn’t help but eye the cross with curiosity as she hardly ever saw one of those. The ones she did see where briefly in her eyesight and then gone again, and she never did truly learn what that symbol meant. ”Listen here lady, I am no freakin’ werewolf. So unless you want to know exactly how much I am not one, I suggest you walk away right now.” She warned her, knowing that she had better leave the area before the people who ‘owned’ her showed up, and then a bloodbath would ensue. She turned to walk away, her instinct of survival taking over. She of course chose to ignore the lady’s sneer, not giving into the animal part of her that demanded she show the dominance over this stranger.
She of course turned just in time to see another large man come at her with yet another large piece of driftwood. She ducked once more, and this time swept the guy’s legs out from under him. She quickly came up and stood over her new attacker, and with quick precise movement grabbed his throat. ”Take a hint from your friend over there,” she tilted her head in her first attacker’s direction, ”stay down if you wish to see your family again.” She didn’t wait for an answer, but released him and stood up. She then started to walk away, away from everyone. She had to leave before soldiers got word of this and converged upon this area, trapping her again. She was not going back. Ever.
Other person talking
Thinking
”Speaking…” ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ TIME :: Shortly after escaping Weapon X Project
TAG :: Open
WORDS :: 662
NOTES :: She doesn’t like to be called a mythical creature, and she needs to quickly get outta there…
STATUS :: Done
LYRICS :: Hurt by Johnny Cash
CREDIT :: FAITH!! |
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Post by bamon2 on Nov 24, 2011 5:36:06 GMT -5
Sharona laid within the trees upon her belly as she chewed on one of the bones that had once laid within a human's arm. She had caught the sound and movement of chaos near the beach. A crowd of humans had been running from the beach and Sharona had been unable to resist such a fun hunt. She had changed into her tiger form, ripping her clothes a part in the process, and then proceeded to play hunt with a variety of humans that had wandered into the trees. She would follow them in the shadows, then leap out to scare them and off the humans would run again. It had been thoroughly amusing. In the end Sharona had pinned down a middle aged mother. She tore the woman's arms and legs off so her victim couldn't leave but was still alive. She then began to feed on one of the arms, the sound of the woman's screams, sobs, and whimpers like music to her feline ears. The woman's two year old son was sat nearby, the close bond to his mother not allowing him to just abandon her. That and fear, she could smell it on him.
Dropping the bone she licked her sharp teeth and lips, embracing her supernatural animal instincts. A growl rumbled in her throat as she heard a woman call someone else a werewolf. She may not be canine, but it was still an insult and Sharona didn't like it one bit. She glanced towards the body of the mother, trying to decide what to do with it. With a shrug she stood up, grabbed the mother's neck with her large jaws and then bit down seperating the head from the torso. The child then began screaming, annoying Sharona. She stared at him trying to decide if it was worth it to just kill him or leave him be. She knew the mother would be enough to fill her up for a while and she did intend on coming back for her kill. The child though was of no consequence to her. Besides that a part of her secretly wanted a kitten of her own and the temptation to take this male kitten all for herself as her own was quite great. In the end she decided to leave him, if he was still by his mother when she came back she'd take him in as her own - at least until that lost its novelty then she'd end up killing him for dinner in the future.
Sharona growled at him in warning, causing the child to pee himself, before trotting into the shadows. It wasn't long before she came upon the beach and saw two solitary figures amongst the few humans that were still on the beach either screaming or attempting to attack the younger looking female. She could hear the younger female threatening her second attacker so Sharona knew she wasn't the one ( when she compared the voices ) that had thrown the insult. Her gaze zeroed in on the other female knowing she had to be the one who had thrown out the werewolf insult. Couldn't she - or anyone else - come up with anything more unique? It was pitiful in Sharona's opinion. Werewolf, werecat, shapeshifter, Sharona had heard them all before to describe feral mutants especially herself. Of course the most common thing she was called was Monster or Psycho or both.
Sharona stepped out of the trees and walked towards the pair. The sun flooded over her flame licked orange coat which stood out against the black stripes, white on her belly and the inside of her legs as well as on the bottom half of her large jaws. Although she had feline eyes instead of the outside being a fierce yellow it was a deep chocolate brown just like her natural eye colour as a human. It unnerved a lot of humans to have such odd eyes in tiger form. That amused her. Once she got close enough she roared at the older looking female, twitching her tail a little as she stood between the two females. Although pissed off by the lame insult Sharona was eager and itching for a fight. It would be so much fun, and considering the older female didn't smell human she knew she'd actually be up against someone who could do something. Probably not that much of a threat but at least it wasn't a weak human who had to rely on manmade weapons.
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