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| [p] Strange Mood; Theron | |
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Wed Dec 24, 2008 11:16 pm Post #1 |
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She was in a strange mood tonight. She wasn't in the mood to drink. She wasn't in the mood to dance. She wasn't even in the mood to burn something, and that always cheered Ligeia up. No, she was just in a weird mood. She wanted...something...but she couldn't pin it down. Whatever it was, she apparently wasn't getting it. As the sun set and the last rays lingered on the horizon, Ligeia hopped onto the barrels by the inn, barrels that were now empty and would be picked up in the morning for transport. She slipped her boots off and dropped them to the ground, wiggling her toes, which seemed to be happy for the sudden freedom. Stretching, she leaned back against the building. She wasn't tired, either, which made things even worse. In short, she was restless. Pulling her hair over her right shoulder to rest over her breast, she interlaced the fingers of her hands over her stomach and watched people hurry by. The villagers were trying to get the last of their errands done hurriedly so that they could get to the nearest pub and drink their cares away, or so that they could be home with their families in time for dinner. Either way, they paid the barefoot girl no mind as she watched them, giving her only a very brief glance if any kind of look at all. |
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| Theron | Wed Dec 24, 2008 11:49 pm Post #2 |
 
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For some reason, Theron found himself in Kellen again. And as it always tended to happen, he couldn't remember how or why he had gotten there. All he knew is that he woke up to a PO'ed farmer that morning for sleeping in his hard-earned hay. It was an interesting morning, one he had him singing to himself even this late in the afternoon. The first day in a long list of months that something didn't bash his luck into the dirt, perhaps. Theron woke that morning to clothes that weren't in shambles, as they had been since he landed in Taras. He assumed they were from a new nights before, but it still made his morning. The shirt was loose and soft, buttoned down the front; that didn't stop him from keeping most of the buttons undone anyway. On top of the shirt, the pants he wore were the first pair in forever that didn't have holes through them. Not only that, but they were denim, to boot. Now if only he could find something to replace his lovely, thick cloak from before... But that was for another day. Right now, Theron wasn't about to push his luck... or was he? Currently, he found himself strolling down the street on light, bare feet. He was humming a song he heard back in Taras before it got blown to bits, a twisted love song that still made him spin and kick in his walk a couple times. It reminded him of someone, but again... he couldn't quite put a finger on it. That boat ride must have really scrambled his brains. As he stopped to ponder this, he caught himself starring toward the setting sun. In fact, he glaced right into it and it snapped him awake. He looked the other direction to fix his vision when his eyes happened upon..., "A lovely little star..." The verbal thought was complete accident, but he was looking right into the eyes of a seemingly disturbed young woman. She didn't seem upset exactly, just... lost, almost. He tilted his head slightly with inquisitive eyes. He made a point to watch her for a moment before walking over. "You look like you're missing something, love." He glanced at a barrel next to her, then back to her eyes. "What's a beautiful thing like you doing alone on such a lovely evening?" He nodded at her boots on the ground and pocketed his hands. "Those boots should be off your feet from dancing so much with your arms supporting yourself on a significant other." Taking his hands back out of his pockets he held them up, index finger and thumb on each hand making a square, as if taking a picture. Even with the orange and red sun reflecting off the building and barrels around her, he said, "Too blue." He shook his head with a tisk. "Perhaps I might be able to fix some of that. I'm not much of a dancer, but.." He trailed off in his words and pointed a hand at the barrel next to her, "May I?" |
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Thu Dec 25, 2008 12:01 am Post #3 |
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Ligeia didn't immediately notice the young man headed toward her, but she couldn't help it when he spoke to her. He was kind of handsome, she supposed, in a dark sort of way. She gave him a once-over before shrugging at his words. She wasn't much of a dancer either, but it was fun sometimes. Actually, what she really wanted was some clay and water; that would give her something to take her mind off of boredom, she was sure. She had a talent for sculpting; mainly, she liked to make big, roomy castles complete with flags, drawbridges, animals, people, catapults...the works. But she hadn't sculpted anything in a long time; for one thing, it took weather they hadn't had lately to make clay and no one seemed to be selling it at present. Even if someone had been selling it, though, it would've been expensive - and she didn't have very many coppers at present. "Sure," she responded to the man, motioning for him to join her on the barrels. She wasn't really all that affected by his flirtation, but she wasn't turned off by it either. She was kind of neutral at the moment. Besides, talking to someone would perhaps give her something interesting to do. People were always interesting to talk to...well, sometimes they were. |
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| Theron | Thu Dec 25, 2008 12:20 am Post #4 |
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Theron quietly watched her from where he sat. Theron knew he was a sucker for redheads, but he hadn't really seen anyone with hair this color before. It really brought out her vibrant eyes. If they were natural, he'd have to guess she wasn't entirely human. Her ears confirmed his suspisions. She was cute, in a young sort of way and probably accidental, though he was sure she wasn't too much younger than himself. Maybe a couple years. It took him a minute to comment with a smile, "You're worse than I thought." And he fell silent again for a minute, pondering this enigma: next to drinks, but not drinking; infront of a sunset, but not gazing; in company, but not chatting. This almost sounded like himself on a bad day. "Tell me a bit about yourself." He grinned slightly, ashamed he hadn't introduced himself, yet. "My name's Theron." |
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Thu Dec 25, 2008 12:27 am Post #5 |
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He wanted to know about her, eh? How about the fact that she was a fire genasi who liked to pull pranks? Or perhaps the fact that she had no family because her father didn't want her? Maybe he wanted to know that she spent more time drinking than she did breathing - though, she supposed that wasn't all bad. She just didn't like losing track of what had happened to her each night; waking up in the stables on a regular basis wasn't exactly the highlight of her life, after all - or maybe it was, and that's what made it truly sad. But she didn't feel depressed right now. She just felt restless, in need of something to do...maybe someone to talk to. No, mostly something to do. "Ligeia. What do you want to know?" She gave him a small smile mostly because she felt she should at least be polite, a thought and action pair made easier by the fact that he actually wasn't half-bad in form. He cleaned up nicely. |
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