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| Mercedes Valentine | Apr 16 2008, 08:43 PM Post #1 |
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“Oh bugger that.” The blonde teen growled as she paced past the rose bed with liquid grace. She was skipping class and already wanted to run back there and say sorry, but what for? To be reminded that she should be in the grounds incase she snapped and bit one of the other students. Wrapping her arms around her waist as she moved, the were leopard growled continuously under her breath as old rock and roll whispered through the ear buds half blocking the world out leaving her with the slice of time she would need if someone tried to sneak up on her. Storming around in black jeans and a black dress shirt open flashing slightly tan skin and the white tank top underneath she couldn’t get rid of the anger just thinking about going back to class and apologizing. Since she was not at fault for smacking the bitch that had spilt scolding wax, she really thought a timeout was a little unfair…well, she hadn’t eaten her. That had to count for something didn’t it? |
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Quel est le problème avec l'égoïsme et l'égotisme ? Nous vivons pour mourir en souriant pas nous ? Mission. Destin. Le cycle de la renaissance. Oubliez qu'ils... ils n'ont rien à faire avec lui! ![]() Avec les lèvres adultères, buvez vers le haut de l'amour, de la vie et de la mort. | |
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| Kasimir | Apr 17 2008, 07:42 AM Post #2 |
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Kasimir paced in front of the Briar bush in the gardens as he thought furiously. He'd been given a dorm, he'd been accepted into the class but they'd known he was very uncontrolled and told him to curb those killer instincts, those animalistic traits that had defined his life and kept him alive all his life. How do you change everything you are when all you've ever known was violence and brutality? He growled as he felt his frustration building slowly. He just didn't know how to begin what they wanted him to do. Calm down, that would be a good start, but even the Briars couldn't achieve that and he'd always felt at peace in the botanical gardens in the city. He'd hung out by the Briar bushes there and admired how tough they could be while still being beautiful. He wished he could be like that, pleasing to the eye and unoffensive, yet still able to defend himself when needed, and only when needed. Four steps forward, turn, four steps back, turn, four steps forward, turn four steps back, turn, three steps and straight into the woman he hadn't known was there. He stayed on his feet, being that he was taller and heavier, but he'd been walking so fast he'd bowled her straight over. He growled as he assessed the situation, tensing for a fight but then he realised what had happened and he instantly calmed down. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, are you alright?" He offered his hand to help her up, feeling like a fool for the second time that day. He really wasn't doing well in this place. It appealed to his animal side way more than the Bronx had and he was more on edge than he'd ever been. His nostrils flared as he breathed in and caught her scent, she was as pissed off as he was, and she was an animal too. Another one? So soon? He didn't know what she was, having never met anyone like him before but she smelled enough like him to indicate what she was. |
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"He who gets slapped and he who gets saved, He who brutalizes the timeless stage... ...he is the mongrel, he wants it all, He lives for relics hangin' on the wall..." | |
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| Mercedes Valentine | Apr 19 2008, 01:34 AM Post #3 |
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She was not in the mood to be snarled at by some juiced up male that smelt of aggression. Looking up at him as he let loose a growl, she snorted. Big but not as big as Conaire when she was flat on her ass…of course, that normally meant he would soon be following her down to the ground. The sudden image of them in the cemetery made her mind flicker briefly and she was sure that she was blushing slightly. Why did all the male Were-kin have to be tall? It was not fair. Watching the beast slide away, she didn’t move a muscle. She did not know him but she knew the scent that mixed with the slight human one they all had from what she had learnt in class. He was another cat. "Oh shit, I'm sorry, are you alright?" He held his hand out and grateful, she let him help her to her feet. On her feet, she bushed down her jeans after she took her hand back, "Thanks," she murmured as her accent flared. Conaire had tried to teach her Russian while she had tried to teach him proper British. It didn't really work so they'd taken to working with what they had. Still, back to the business at hand. Straightening up and pulling the ear buds out of her ears with one hand and switching the player off with the other, she smiled, “Your new right? |
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Quel est le problème avec l'égoïsme et l'égotisme ? Nous vivons pour mourir en souriant pas nous ? Mission. Destin. Le cycle de la renaissance. Oubliez qu'ils... ils n'ont rien à faire avec lui! ![]() Avec les lèvres adultères, buvez vers le haut de l'amour, de la vie et de la mort. | |
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| Kasimir | Apr 19 2008, 02:13 AM Post #4 |
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"Thanks," she said in a heavily accented voice. He tilted his head at it but couldn't place it. He thought it suited her but didn't want to do something that could spark an argument so he kept his mouth shut. She reached up and pulled a pair of earplugs out of her ears with one hand and he heard her music stop. “Your new right?" "Ah... Yeah, unfortunately. I just got accepted here. So far I'm not sure how to take everything. People seem so... so... at ease with all the strangeness. It's so strange to come from a place where I'm the only person like me and then all of a sudden I'm surrounded by them. It's alot to absorb at once." He looked her over and smiled inwardly at how she looked. He was really feeling like an idiot at the moment and he'd have blushed in embaressment if he'd been capably of it. He'd never blushed in his life, that was for the soft and he'd had to be hard to survive, though now he was in a place where viciousness wasn't needed and he felt out of place. |
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"He who gets slapped and he who gets saved, He who brutalizes the timeless stage... ...he is the mongrel, he wants it all, He lives for relics hangin' on the wall..." | |
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| Mercedes Valentine | Apr 19 2008, 06:25 AM Post #5 |
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"Ah... Yeah, unfortunately. I just got accepted here. So far I'm not sure how to take everything. People seem so... so... at ease with all the strangeness. It's so strange to come from a place where I'm the only person like me and then all of a sudden I'm surrounded by them. It's alot to absorb at once." Her brows quirked and the corner of her mouth lifted in a smile, it certainly explained why she had thought the guy had been about ready to start a fight first off. Nice to know that someone found the school a little shocking as well she thought as she planted her hands firmly in her pockets with a sigh. "It’s easy enough to get past. I’m still lost every time I come onto campus.” One shoulder lifted in a shrug, she may have had a dorm room but it still did not stop her from sleeping outside when she wanted, “I'm Mercedes, but you can call me Mercy if you like. Not a big deal or anything but I'm sick of the teachers hissing my full name at me." she glanced off, had she just said that out loud? Frowning she replayed it through her head and felt her cheeks flame again before looking back at him, "And you are? Your scent is a cat, but I kind of feel odd calling you Kitty in my head." |
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Quel est le problème avec l'égoïsme et l'égotisme ? Nous vivons pour mourir en souriant pas nous ? Mission. Destin. Le cycle de la renaissance. Oubliez qu'ils... ils n'ont rien à faire avec lui! ![]() Avec les lèvres adultères, buvez vers le haut de l'amour, de la vie et de la mort. | |
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| Kasimir | Apr 19 2008, 06:50 AM Post #6 |
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"It’s easy enough to get past. I’m still lost every time I come onto campus.” She shrugged and Kas was stunned by how at ease she was, he was feeling weird as hell being around another were, “I'm Mercedes, but you can call me Mercy if you like. Not a big deal or anything but I'm sick of the teachers hissing my full name at me." she glanced off, had she just said that out loud? Frowning she replayed it through her head and felt her cheeks flame again before looking back at him, "And you are? Your scent is a cat, but I kind of feel odd calling you Kitty in my head." "Vroom vroom," he muttered under his breath before he answered her question, "I'm Kasimir, but you can call me Briar if you like since that's what everyone in New York called me. Whatever's easiest. Und Ich bin ein Leopard.*" He knew he'd be deliberately misleading her but he figured it was best to have a few misconceptions around regarding him, he still didn't trust her. That language barrier was a useful thing. {*Translation: "And I'm a panther."} |
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| Mercedes Valentine | Apr 19 2008, 07:25 AM Post #7 |
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"Vroom vroom," She had good hearing, and would have whacked him immediately, but the car jokes where really old. Really, really incredibly old. So, her parents had had a thing for the cars and had named their only kid after them. It wasn't her fault really. Sighing, she ran a hand through her hair before her hand returned to her pocket. "I'm Kasimir, but you can call me Briar if you like since that's what everyone in New York called me. Whatever's easiest. Und Ich bin ein Leopard.*" She grinned. Well, that had shocked her a little put she still had to give the guy a little credit. Anyone else and that may have worked on them, her, not so much. Winkling her nose she replied in kind, "Leopard, wie? Ich bin ein Leopard, aber es ist die gleiche Sache wirklich. Machen Sie den Fehler, daß Sie Sachen von mir verstecken können, Kasimir, nicht, indem Sie eine andere Sprache verwenden." Crossing her arms over her chest, she smiled sweetly at him. --------------------------- Panther, eh? I'm a leopard but it's the same thing really. Do not make the mistake that you can hide things from me, Kasimir, by using a different language. [My trans may be a little off lol. Been awhile since I've IC talked in anything but english.] |
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Quel est le problème avec l'égoïsme et l'égotisme ? Nous vivons pour mourir en souriant pas nous ? Mission. Destin. Le cycle de la renaissance. Oubliez qu'ils... ils n'ont rien à faire avec lui! ![]() Avec les lèvres adultères, buvez vers le haut de l'amour, de la vie et de la mort. | |
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| Kasimir | Apr 19 2008, 07:39 AM Post #8 |
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Kasimir quirked an eyebrow at her response, admittedly impressed at this one. She was a leopard then, she could have been a panther but that didn't sit right, not with the way she was. "Of course, Mercy, but then after dark it doesn't make a difference does it? After dark all cats are Panthers." He turned to look at the Briar bush again, as always fascinated by their ability to look pretty and hurt deeply. He wished he wasn't so damned feral. "Tell me something, how does one go about changing everything they've had to become in order to survive once it is no longer necessary to be like that? Where do you start?" |
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| Mercedes Valentine | Apr 19 2008, 07:56 AM Post #9 |
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"Of course, Mercy, but then after dark it doesn't make a difference does it? After dark all cats are Panthers." She paused, weighing her words, "It all depends on the person...for me anyway. Some understand their animals. Others, just don't." It was a simple fact, one she had reminded herself day after day for years. He turned to look back at the Briar and she sighed heavily. Maybe if she hurried she could go back to class and do the whole apology thing that her teacher had asked her to do. "Tell me something, how does one go about changing everything they've had to become in order to survive once it is no longer necessary to be like that? Where do you start?" "Hm? You're asking the wrong person there. I was human, once upon a time." She sighed heavily again, “You start at the beginning, and work your way down…Human to leopard. Leopard to human…find a balance…its what I did.” She still carried the scars of the attack, it was a hell of a thing to contract the Were Kin genetics and the pain had been close to hell on earth along with remembering the bastard that had taken great care into making her watch as he ripped her apart slowly. Shivering, she snorted pushing the memories aside, “Come on. Walk with me.” |
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Quel est le problème avec l'égoïsme et l'égotisme ? Nous vivons pour mourir en souriant pas nous ? Mission. Destin. Le cycle de la renaissance. Oubliez qu'ils... ils n'ont rien à faire avec lui! ![]() Avec les lèvres adultères, buvez vers le haut de l'amour, de la vie et de la mort. | |
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| Kasimir | Apr 19 2008, 08:10 AM Post #10 |
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"It all depends on the person...for me anyway. Some understand their animals. Others, just don't." He nodded, he had to agree there. He knew his animal very well, he couldn't tell where he ended and his animal began. He'd practically become all animal himself to cope with the harshness of the gang warfare and the endless hostility in the city. "Hm? You're asking the wrong person there. I was human, once upon a time." She sighed heavily again, “You start at the beginning, and work your way down…Human to leopard. Leopard to human…find a balance…its what I did.” He turned to her. She was one of the ones that got created? Fuck, poor girl. He couldn't bring himself to say anything to that, though he did know how it felt to be all alone, the only one of your kind for as far as you could go in any direction. Most kids in the slums went their whole childhood and never went more than a kilometer from the place they were born. He'd been very lucky to escape. “Come on. Walk with me.” "Okay, I suppose walking won't do any harm." He really had to be careful here, if he met anyone as close to their animal side as him it could turn bad. That's what the adminstration had tried to warn him of, and though he knew it was true, it pissed him off. BUt now was not a good time for rage, he had to stay calm. |
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| Mercedes Valentine | Apr 20 2008, 04:12 PM Post #11 |
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She ignored the look in his eyes and almost hissed a very unpleasant stream of abuse on principle. She hated it when people gave her The Look. It was kind of annoying to her, it was the leopard half that held a grudge against anything and everything pity like. She was an animal and that was that. Simple. End of story. Had embraced her beast from the beginning when she had no one and nothing to help her out and it gave her the edge she needed to get up and start the day. Of course, her mate helped. “Okay, I suppose walking won’t do any harm.” The blonde teenager grinned, “You make is sound like a chore. Am I really that bad? Wait! Don‘t answer that because I‘ll have to do something even worse then bump into you” she was teasing him, as she pivoted and started walking backwards while watching him. Since coming to Immortalis, she had spent many hours in the vast gardens and keeping to the path was a cakewalk really. |
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Quel est le problème avec l'égoïsme et l'égotisme ? Nous vivons pour mourir en souriant pas nous ? Mission. Destin. Le cycle de la renaissance. Oubliez qu'ils... ils n'ont rien à faire avec lui! ![]() Avec les lèvres adultères, buvez vers le haut de l'amour, de la vie et de la mort. | |
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| Kasimir | Apr 21 2008, 09:53 AM Post #12 |
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"You make is sound like a chore. Am I really that bad? Wait! Don‘t answer that because I‘ll have to do something even worse then bump into you” Kas smiled, "Hardly a chore, I can definitely think of worse things, but I've been told I need to be careful until I'm used to this place. I'm still not used to beign around other Were-Kin, or any other type of non-human. And for a man who's only survived by being as vicious and brutal as is possible it's a big step when all of a sudden I'm surrounded by people who wouldn't think to harm me." He sighed as he watched her walk backwards, wondering exactly how long she'd spent here. Too long, from the way she knew where she was going. "Besides, you're beautiful, and I have had trouble controlling myself around beautiful women in the past." He smiled, flattery was always welcome when it came to women. Though the difference between him and alot of other men was that he never had to lie about it. If he wanted to compliment someone he'd tell the truth. |
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| Mercedes Valentine | Apr 22 2008, 10:12 AM Post #13 |
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"Hardly a chore, I can definitely think of worse things, but I've been told I need to be careful until I'm used to this place. I'm still not used to beign around other Were-Kin, or any other type of non-human. And for a man who's only survived by being as vicious and brutal as is possible it's a big step when all of a sudden I'm surrounded by people who wouldn't think to harm me." She understood that more then she'd have liked to. One time she'd been human and in the space of a few hours, she had been turned into something she'd only seen in the movies, with no idea what to do next or where to go. It had only been by chance that she'd found out about Immortalis despite all the media attention it had gotten in the States, it hardly made a damn in Europe. "Besides, you're beautiful, and I have had trouble controlling myself around beautiful women in the past." Mercy smirked, "Well...what is it with male cats that seem to think that calling me beautiful will get you somewhere...Not that I'm complaining or anything, I'm not. Its just that I'm not used to it." She pivoted and started walking normally again. It was a annoying little habit she had when meeting people, if she didn't scare them off with growling and snapping, she was a complete nut case walking backwards and staring off into space. Sighing, she wrapped her arms around her waist, her hands on her hips, "...I'm taken to, so yeah." She shrugged, she did not expect him to understand, but Conaire was the only person that had made his way past her wards and ignored her snarls to come to face the young woman inside. Frowning slightly, she reached up and brushed her fringe out of her eyes, "Being careful around other Werekin is sound advice, I got it to when I first came here…but only to watch myself around the vampires.” She paused for a second before carrying on, “but I suggest you assert some dominance before you're taken for someone who can't stand up for themselves." Sliding him a glance out the corner of her eye she grinned, "Of course, a panther is a good stalker. If you don't fight, I'm sure you could scare them into backing down if something happened you know?" |
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Quel est le problème avec l'égoïsme et l'égotisme ? Nous vivons pour mourir en souriant pas nous ? Mission. Destin. Le cycle de la renaissance. Oubliez qu'ils... ils n'ont rien à faire avec lui! ![]() Avec les lèvres adultères, buvez vers le haut de l'amour, de la vie et de la mort. | |
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| Kasimir | Apr 22 2008, 11:51 AM Post #14 |
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"Well...what is it with male cats that seem to think that calling me beautiful will get you somewhere...Not that I'm complaining or anything, I'm not. Its just that I'm not used to it." Kas smiled, he was liking her already. Although truth be told she didn't do anything for him sexually. She was good company, but she wasn't what he was looking for in a long-term relationship, and that was the only kind he wanted now that he didn't have to look over his shoulder every half an hour. Didn't mean they couldn't be friends though. She started to walk backwards again and he could honestly say that any man who tamed her was a lucky one, thouhg it wouldn't be him. "...I'm taken to, so yeah." Well, that put that issue to rest. "Being careful around other Werekin is sound advice, I got it to when I first came here…but only to watch myself around the vampires.” She paused for a second before carrying on, “but I suggest you assert some dominance before you're taken for someone who can't stand up for themselves." He shook his head, wondering where she'd gotten the idea that he wasn't dominant. Hell he was too dominant, they'd probably be struggling to contain him if someone tried to push him around, he'd killed men for less. She slid him a glance and he smiled slightly, trying to lighten his mood. "Of course, a panther is a good stalker. If you don't fight, I'm sure you could scare them into backing down if something happened you know?" He laughed at that, she'd hit the nail right on the head. "I doubt my dominance will be an issue for very long, if it ever is at all. I hate nothing more than people who think they're better than other people. It took seven of my comrades to restrain me last time somebody thought they were better than me, and they still have the scar. But then, so do I." He turned his head and pulled down the top of his ear, showing a thin line of scar tissue that ran for about four inches, courtesy of the home made morning star the bastard had used. Good thing he'd gone cheap and skimped on the nails, even an inch longer and Kas would be dead, or wrose, vegetated. |
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| Mercedes Valentine | Apr 23 2008, 01:54 PM Post #15 |
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"I doubt my dominance will be an issue for very long, if it ever is at all. I hate nothing more than people who think they're better than other people. It took seven of my comrades to restrain me last time somebody thought they were better than me, and they still have the scar. But then, so do I." Seeing his scar, she winced a little. That must have really hurt! Frowning, she shook her head, “Hells bells, that must’a hurt.” Smirking, she bared her throat flashing the scars she’d got when the animal had tried biting her head off, with a raised eyebrow she shrugged, “and that’s one of the pretty ones" she said cheerfully as if it didn't mean anything to her....Which it didn't. Not anymore. Sighing slightly she let, her hand fall back to her side letting her collar hide the scars, “So…You can fight. You’re a cat, and have the scars to prove it. Well, thats a good thing here. It means that your going to be left alone by the idiots that will normally try something." |
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Quel est le problème avec l'égoïsme et l'égotisme ? Nous vivons pour mourir en souriant pas nous ? Mission. Destin. Le cycle de la renaissance. Oubliez qu'ils... ils n'ont rien à faire avec lui! ![]() Avec les lèvres adultères, buvez vers le haut de l'amour, de la vie et de la mort. | |
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