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Post by Kiya on Jan 30, 2010 15:58:49 GMT -5
To this moment, she wonders how little often anyone else had been occupying this particular territory. The rust was prominent on the metal bars and steps. The location itself seemed to have been isolated from New York since its construction. It could easily been someone's runaway spot if they needed some down time. And that's why she was here in the dead of night.
Granted, it was still winter so Kiya needed to fully cover up by wearing her long sleeved sweater over her tank top. The only exception was her mouth and fingers, as she was wearing her chullo and goggles and fingerless gloves like any other day while not among the mundanes. She has received stares from the public for wearing that much black. Her goggles alone is enough to be asked by humans if she has lost a part of her mind. Many even suspected her to be a wannabe bank-robber because of her choice of clothing. But these cases are so far in between since she spends most of the time wearing them high and secluded from the streets; only peeking out and watch when no one else can see her.
Besides, she has a completely different set of clothes to wear whenever she needs to earn her money at a store or some errands. Her specialty is stealth, after all. If it means doing all she can without revealing any fact that she is not normal by society standards just so she could earn some cash, then so be it. It leaves her even harder to find by the Whitecoats and Erasers who are dedicated to hunt down this particular fugitive. But in the end, it would be them who would be the hunted.
Kiya lied down and looked straight at the full moon like she had been doing the past minutes. Her goggles had altered her vision quite a bit, but she could still see things clearly as they could ever be. They're her protection in more ways than one. Her hand then twitched ever so slightly when she felt the vibrations of another figure; she stayed still, however, waiting for the figure to make the first move.
----------- (ooc - well, there's one thing that hasn't left the "old" Ki: vibration reading. )
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Post by roxanne on Jan 31, 2010 8:38:45 GMT -5
I growled slightly, this was getting annoying. It was not by choice that I had changed into other form, I was still mastering the art of this shape shifting business and did not like it one bit. It was odd, wrong, against nature. I often found myself longing for my old life, before I knew what I was, when I still thought that I was just a human. Normal. I froze, I could smell someone. A bird freak, another monster, in that much we were alike, both monsters, creatures created by science and a need for progression. It was meant to be my job to kill her, a wolf boy I met the other week told me that whenever I came across a birdy freak I was supposed to kill it. That was my job. But I could not do it, no matter what I was now I would never be a murderer, ever.
One paw in front of the other, I could see her now, she was laid down on the ground about twenty feet from where I was standing. My tail swished slightly, my body low to the ground ready to flee if that was what the situation called for. I called out softly to announce my presence. Thinking about weather I should change back but decided against it in this form I was much much faster and would be able to get away easier.
Edging closer still I held my breath, now I was in the bird freaks line of sight, the ball was in her court now, she could attack, flee, or stay put, it was her call and was going to leave that decision to her. There was so much that I wanted to ask her though. I had lived my life as human for the past nineteen years never realizing what I actually was. She could tell me why I supposed to hunt down her kind, why had we been created in the first place, and the most important question that I had. Could life ever return to normal now?
I changed back to my human form quickly, my long brown hair blowing around my head in the wind. Blue eyes locked onto the bird girl in front of me. “Hi, I’m Roxy.” My tone was friendly and warm, I meant her no harm and hoped that it was clear to her.
[//occ – sorry it’s not great]
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Post by Kiya on Feb 3, 2010 0:52:45 GMT -5
Without inching her head, Kiya looked in front of her as the figure drew closer. She could tell that the person wasn't entirely human; the vibrations felt incomplete to be a human's. There was something else that's making it awry, very much like that of an Eraser's and Bird Kids. As far as her tests go, each species have their own unique vibration signature or "frequency," as some have called it. Those who have mixed DNA, such as the Eraser and Bird Kids, each have their own frequency and they vary depending on the species present in the hybrid. (A traditional wolf/human Eraser would have a different frequency than that of a cat/human Eraser and so forth.) To put things bluntly, Kiya figures that the figure before her is a hybrid freak. She's just not entirely sure the exact DNA the person's human self had to share.
She frowned as said figure then stayed still when it was right at her feet. The moonlight was barely present there, but she could at least tell by then that it was a female figure. Kiya's eyebrow rose just a bit when the girl greeted her. It's something about the tone. It made her seem more ... sincere than anything else. She even bothered to give out her name. Although, it could easily be an alias, the warmth of her voice made it seem otherwise. Then again, Kiya has encountered really good liars and con men in her past. She frowned even more.
"A girl like you shouldn't even be out here. The city's just over there if you want to see some actual life," she replied smoothly.
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Post by tagg on Feb 14, 2010 18:56:10 GMT -5
Tagg's black fur rolled in the moonlight as she slunk nearer to the playground, her large ears pricked and constantly on the move for any small noise. Tagg wasn't positive why the playground was attracting her but had the suspicion that the bloody smell of rust was not helping it at all. It was full moon tonight and Tagg's fur was itchy. She wanted to go out. She wanted a fight. She wanted blood. She wanted pain. Then again, she always did.
Tagg's heavy paws made dull thunks on the concrete, partially muffled by her thick fur as padded closer to the ominous looking playground. She could smell others there now. From what she could tell it was a bird and a cat. A very large bird and a very large cat. Tagg's eyes narrowed slightly and her howls parted, revealing huge white teeth in a very wolf-like grin. One that would have been described as mischievous if she had still been a cute pup. But she wasn't.
Tagg was in the mood for a fight but she knew that right now she wasn't allowed to. She was under the control of the lab now and if she made one wrong move they could knock her out and she would be at the mercy of whoever was at the park. They mattered more than she did at this point. Then again, who didn't? Tagg chuckled slightly; a creepy half growl/chocking snarl in the back of her throat.
Perhaps tonight she would merely satisfy herself with the amusing banter of them trying to insult her or her insulting them back. Tagg could always fight off the lab trying to knock her out, at least for a little while, but it always left her greatly weakened and out of commission for the next week or so afterward.
Tagg wondered vaguely if they heard her coming yet. She wasn't trying to disguise herself. If the DNA they had been implanted with worked at all, they definitely had. She neared the park and slunk through the blood smelling metal, nearing the others before she stopped almost thirty feet away. Her dark eyes gleamed but it was impossible to tell what her mood was unless you happened to have mood sensing or mind reading abilities. Right now she was fairly relaxed though. She almost seemed sane.
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