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Post by Xanthia Galtrien on Sept 9, 2011 12:01:13 GMT -6
Xan moved swiftly, she had spent sometime out of the city after jumping from the bridge, her wings had carried safely and now she had returned. She had spent a lot of time trying to work with her 'gifts'. it didn't work all that brilliantly, the thing she managed to do was perfectly her flight. Controlling when her fire breathing abilities came through... that was the difficult bit.
But most of the time she could sneeze without burning everything around him to a cinder... Most of the time.
She traversed her way through the city streets slowly, ignoring the distain expressions of people as she passed them. she knew damn well she smelt of sulphur and looked down right freaky but there was little she could about it. She was thirsty but knew she couldn't drink water. Vodkas, whiskeys, ales, even petrol and diseal could be drunk but Water felt like it was burning her throat. Like she had drank pure acid, then her flame would go and she would end up with heartburn for days afterwards. Xan did the only thing she could, and would stop off at gas stations and buy jerry cans of petrol as her way to substain her. Much to her annoyance. She missed drinking flavoured water and wasn't fond of alcohol either.
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Post by Griffon Keyes on Sept 12, 2011 17:29:58 GMT -6
Griffon was running a little late; he let his truck slide into the parking spot, cursing softly. This commute was killing him; to the bar, back to the school, then back. Watching until the way was clear, he pushed the clambered out of the truck and out of the way of traffic, around the tailgate of the truck. He crossed the sidewalk, pulling the door open the door to the bar.
"Barry! Come give me a hand with these Crates!" [/b]The dish-water blond man tossed the rag on the counter, jogging around the end of the bar. "I hope you got limes - we are all out." "I got them, and some other stuff too." Barry propped the door open and let it, dodging a few people on the sidewalk to follow Griffon back to his truck. Barry scanned the bed of the truck and laughed. "Geez Griff! You clean out a produce stand or something?" Collecting up a fruit crate of limes, Griffon thrust it into Barry's arms. "Maybe? Who cares - I got plenty of fresh mint too; come on, lets get this stuff into the cooler." "Yea yea. I hear yea." Barry turned, puffing a little hair out of his face as he headed for the door with the box. Griffon watched him go, then reached in to grab up a crate of his own. Turning on a heel, he wasn't paying attention and nearly smacked a girl walking by with the box of lemons, pulling up short before doing so tho. "Whoa!"[/b] Turning back a little, sat the box on the edge of the truck and looked at the girl. "You okay? I didn't get you with it did I?" The smells on her were strong, his leopard shifting a little in the back of his mine, woken by the arid odor. Had she been in a fire? She looked a little lost.... gold eyes scanned her face, waiting for her to speak.[/blockquote][/size] [/size]
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STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Xan
NOTES! --
INSPIRATION! --
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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Post by Xanthia Galtrien on Sept 12, 2011 17:55:36 GMT -6
Having been in deep thought, debating on what to do next the onyl thing that had snapped her out of the daydream was a large wooden crate nearly hitting her in the face. With a sharp yelp that issues a thin plume of smoke, she had jumped back, her jacket forced ot stretch as her wings moved beneath its covering to balance her out. Her left hand reaching up instinctively to grip the hood of the jacket ot keep her face covered.
"Sorry... i was'n tlooking where i was going. No, you didn't get me with the crate." [/color] she uttered softly, her voice laced heavily with a thick yet eeirely well spoken english accent. She lifted her head, fingers moving the scarf around her to cover the boney plate although it did a poor job, no one would notice unless they looked or were had excellent vision. Dipping her head in a mark of respect, she side glanced at the box then at the bar. Her eyes lit up. Finally somewhere which sold liquid she could drink without being stared for drinking form jerry can. Okay, she wasn't fond of alcohol but she needs something to moisten her throat. "Is the bar open?"[/color] She asked before noting the crate. "Perhaps i can assist you?"[/color] She addedon, having noted the crates being moved but only after nearly being smacked in the face by one. Kneeling down, her fingers gently enclosed a fallen lemon, she straightened again, keeping her eyes on the male before she placed the lemon back into the crate and side stepped so he could get on, she kinda figured he was busy if the guy picing up the crates were anything to go by. She barely manage dot muffle a yawn, her fingers clasping tightly over her mouth 'Don't flame, don't flame, don't flame.' Her mind chattered over and over, although too late she did notice her own breath. Holy mother on a fudge stick, she needed some breath mints. A slight wirknle of her nose was a major understatement. Even she hadn't realised quite how bad it was. The heavy smell of sulphur entermingled with methane then the hint of petrol played a heavy part. Gd.. could she just hide now... there was one hottie staring at her and she smelt like a damn housefire. What luck. Slipping hands into her pockets, she shifted a step further back, now accutely aware that he'd know something wasn't right... hell this guy looked normal... except for those eyes... she stared back at him for just a moment, taking in the different shades of gold and ambers that played along the irises... they remindered her something... A big cat... like a lion or jaguar... even a panther. He had the eye sof a big cat. Lucky sod. If she had the eyes of a dragon, it wouldn't be that bad... but with the half assed attempt to look one.. that had screwed her up royally.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Griffon Keyes on Sept 12, 2011 20:43:29 GMT -6
Relieved he hadn't brained the girl upside the head with the crate of lemons, he took the moments of her apologies to scan her over once. He inhaled deeply, taking in the strange, almost arid odor the girl bore. It was a strange pick of perfume, but parts of her didn't add up.
Her accent was think.... European. English, he thought, but wasn't totally sure. She kept a hand to her face and, between that and the scarf she wore, it was hard for him to get a good look at her. He did notice a odd shape to her nose... but he'd have to get her to drop the scarf for him to see for sure. His leopard rumbled in his mind, wary of the girl, but since the thing didn't try to take over, Griff took that as a sign the girl was safe.
"Huh? Oh." He looked toward the bar, then back to the woman. "No, won't be open for a couple hours; we're just moving in stock." He looked back at her as she stood with the lemon. Nodding his thanks, he smiled slightly as she yawned - his senses took the breath in; yea... she was the source of the smell. Strange. I was a little too deep in trying to understand it that he didn't notice her starting a his eyes until he refocused on her. He gave her a smile.
"I'm Griffon; but you can call me Griff if you like. You legal to be in a bar, miss?" Barry took that moment to wander back out to the truck. He barely tossed the duo a glance, then snorted at Griffon. " You gonna make me unload this whole thing while you flirt with pretty girls?" Griff shot the man a glance over his shoulder. "Can it, Barry - I nearly hit her with the crate, okay?" Barry looked at Griff, then Xan. "He's a clutz, sorry about that." Griff growled at the man, but Barry just laughed and lifted another crate (this one of bottles) and headed back into the bar.
Griff looked back at her. "Sorry about that. Its what happens when you hire friends to work in your bar." Barry was good people, but a little annoying sometimes. Griffon tilted his head, a very feline gesture, and looked at the woman again. "You look... out of sorts. First time in the Big Apple?"
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STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Xan
NOTES! --
INSPIRATION! --
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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Post by Xanthia Galtrien on Sept 13, 2011 3:29:20 GMT -6
Xan looked at him flatly, very unamused by his comment before she dug through her pocket and pulled her ID. A driver's lisence, UK based. With a mug shot of her before her mutantion. Pity really, she had thought herself quite pretty before her mutantion stole it away.
"Enough evidence to prove i'm old enough?"
[/color] She rumbled softly before sliding the ID back into her pocket, noting the very American of another sound off. "Xanthia... but call me Xan or Little D."[/color] She uttered softly, nearly laughing at the other male.. Barry if her memory served her correctly referred to her as pretty. Pretty? Man that guy needed his eyes checking, she wasn't pretty and hadn't been pretty for some time now. Although a soft chuckle of amused sounded her lips, hidden behind the scarf. "But surely having friends working for you is the best option. Afterall when things are quiet, you can have a good laugh."[/color] Xan chuckled, noting his growl with curiousity. For a person that was a very animalist growl and her interest peaked. Glancing him over again, she noted that was something slightly off with him as well, something about him screamed grace and well.. feline-y. She shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts away before his question brought back to earth with a thud. "Its my second time here. I would have stuck around but something came up. So I endedup going back to england for a little bit."[/color] She said casually, although already her mind was playing over the memory of meeting laura. Man she had done well there... made herself look completely off the wall. From the corner of her eye she noted the headtilts and her brows furrowed slightly. Her gut was now knotting as it tried to form words to tell her but she didn't get what it meant. There was something off and she couldn't place a finger on it. Plus it was getting annoying as she knew it was something big. "How about you, Griff? Been in New York long?"[/color] She asked him, her eyes sparkling in amusement, she was grinning liek a chesire Cat but he wouldn't be able to see it due to the scarf. Of course she flirted a little, purring her R's at him, watching him intently for any reaction. Didn't really help that her voice was naturally growly although the soft she spoke the less of a growl that came through. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Griffon Keyes on Sept 14, 2011 4:02:16 GMT -6
He could hear the sharp edge in her tone and smiled softly, glancing at the ID she produced. He nodded, then winked at her. "Pleasure to meet you, Xan. And sorry - have to make sure. Rules are rules, and I don't need any more trouble the white hats the I already get." He watched her eyes, her face as Barry spoke, then vanished back into the bar with his next box. He could almost feel the weight of her look, her curiosity.
"It can be fun to have friends work or you, true. But at the same, Barry sometimes thinks he's funny when he's not." [/color]Her voice made him smile; rough but at the same time... yea. The leopard in him seemed to respond a little to the way she spoke. The accent was thick, but not too much. He wanted to keep her talking - just so he could hear it. "Been here for a while now; live above the bar actually. Not much, but better then when I came from."He thought about it for a moment or two, then his smile broadened. Shifting the crate in his arms, he fixed her with that golden stare and nodded gently. "Alright- you wanna help, grab a crate. We can talk after if you like?" Something about her screamed for him not to send her away. He trusted those instincts. He turned, moving into the bar with the crate in his arms. Up to her if she wanted to hang around. [/blockquote][/size] [/size] WORDS! --
STATUS! Complete
TAGS! Xan
NOTES! --
INSPIRATION! --
CREDITS! Template Byarro @ Caution!
LYRICS! Colorado Sunrise by 3OH!3
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Post by Xanthia Galtrien on Sept 15, 2011 13:47:25 GMT -6
Feeling the weight of his gaze, made her skin prickle not that itw ould have been seen as she wore a long sleeved top. Hearing his statement, her eyes brightened in response before she moved over, grabbing a crate and lifting it with relative ease especially considering she seemed slim even the oversized jacket made her appear even smaller despite the tightness along the edges. Tightening her grip, she followed him into the bar, silently taking in the atomsphere and smells.
"Talking sounds good. Been a while since i had decent conversation."
[/color] She chuckled softly, "Where do you want this crate?"[/color] She asked softly, enjoying the scent of lemon that wafted up from the crate.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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