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| Kemi | Sat Jul 10, 2010 8:41 pm Post #1 |
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Treading and treading more. This spell sucked when she had to use it for long periods of time. Evals walked through the streets of Cascadia mumbling to herself angrily about why she was even doing this. Why should she be stuck in a living body until the day was over? Oh yeah, if she won she was going to get quite a bit of money out of it. Was it really worth it? Not eating anything before or since she used Polymorph to turn into a living Human being properly, her skin became flush, brown eyes and hair more clean. Yet still, not only did she literally not have any food in her but she was so use to not sleeping that she forgot to do it. For her lack of food she got something from a store with what little money she carried with her. Learning that if she carried money with her she would spend it recklessly and have nothing left by the end of the day. Stupid gambling, being so tempting. Even still, it wasn't the small amount of food the girl would complain about now, but that eating it with an empty stomach made her feel sick. She was only able to eat half of it after forcing herself to do so. It was still the morning, noon was a couple of hours away. Wrapping up the other half of the food and storing it quickly, she then preceded to, against her will, take a nap. On the stone cold ground. She turned onto her side and pulled her legs in. Her arms in the shape as if hugging a pillow in front of her that wasn't there. How she slept when she was still asleep, it was comforting and she was way too lazy to get up. This was going to be a problem when people started to fill the streets. It might not help that she looked like a beggar child because of her clothing, they weren't respected much. Just five more minutes. |
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| Bastet | Thu Sep 23, 2010 1:01 am Post #2 |
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She shifted among the remains of trash in the dark alleyway. Bits of this and that were gathered up in her arms and she took it back to her hiding spot. It was a stack of boxes. Something heavy was in them. Something that wasn't food and smelled of sawdust. She lined the inside with the scraps of fabric and leather and built up her barrier wall with scraps of wood and metal. Standing back, she surveyed her secret hideout. It was small and confined in her human form, but at a cat, it was a wonderful place to hide. She even had more then one way out if something found her here. Satisfied with her work, Bastet turned away from the boxes and started off down the alleyways once again. Now she was going to search for food. She found it easier to do in her human guise during the day. Many people ignored her as a cat. Fewer ignored her as a young girl. The opposite happened at night. She got too much attention, and the wrong type, as a human. As a cat she could get food and pets and the old lady who fed her liked to talk. She would talk of her family, long gone, and the city before it rose into the air. She was getting close to the food places. Not the market place this early in the day, but the inns and bakeries. There would be old bread tossed out that could be eaten or saved to lure birds. There was bones and scraped off food behind the kitchens. Sometimes, if she caught people there, she could beg for old food that the better inns would not give their paying customers. Some asked her to was dishes, but she never did. Food wasn't hard and she had her shelter. It was as she was walking these back way's of the city, she came across something quite odd. A girl she seemed to be, but she didn't seem to care that she was sleeping in a very bad spot. No one wanted to see the poorer people. Some were cruel about it too, chasing you off or calling on the guards to deal with you. She looked about and decided to see if she could wake the girl. Slowly she crept along the wall, eyes flickering between the figure on the ground and the street beyond. |
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