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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 7, 2010 17:35:06 GMT -5
The sun was still warm and radiant, and the beach was brilliantly white in the afternoon rays of light. Somewhere on the beach, several feet away from the waterline, Damien lied down on the pearly sand and felt the hotness of it creep into his skin. The sun on his stomach warmed him up nicely.
Contentedly, with his eyes closed, he toasted in the hot sand and under the bright sunshine. Refilling his internal heat for the winter as his prime goal, but feeling the sand rub between his toes and behind his back was a pleasurable sensation. The best thing to happen was a big fire he could relax in, but that was unlikely. His towel, brought along merely for show, was deposited in a crumply heap somewhere a bit off, and sand slowly drifted into his swimming trunks.
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Post by Trisha D'Avalon on Jun 8, 2010 12:43:07 GMT -5
Trisha'd torn herself away from her piles of textbooks with quite a bit of effort. It was warm and the weather was nice, so the teen hoped to enjoy it for a while, even if she dreaded heavily crowded areas that were usually where people her age spent days like this.
On a whim, the pink haired female had taken a walk towards the beach, and was delighted to find it almost deserted. The only person present seemed to be content in his lounging, so the angel winged female felt she shouldn't disturb him too much. Though, invading on his beachtime without even a greeting seemed a bit rude.
"Um...hi there." she said quietly, approaching Damien and hoping he heard her - she wasn't being very loud, and her voice was somewhat stuttery.
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 8, 2010 12:48:03 GMT -5
Damien, dozing off, hadn't heard the girl approach, and was startled by her soft but audible greeting. He rolled over onto his stomach and scrabbled up on all fours - he actually started growling, but instantly broke it off when he saw the angel. She was one of the students, he recalled. With a sigh he plopped down on the sand again.
"Whew, you scared me there. Thought you were someone else. Hi, I'm Damien." He sat back down in the sand again, squishing the sand between his toes.
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Post by Trisha D'Avalon on Jun 8, 2010 12:54:47 GMT -5
The female jumped back in surprise, eyes widening behind her glasses and looking quite terrified. Trisha attempted not to stumble over or fall as the student she'd greeted started to growl at her. Maybe she really had disturbed him a lot?
It took the teen a few moments to get over her shock and terror, and by then he was settled back down and addressing her. "Hu-uuh? O-o-oh! I'm v-very for sc-sc-scaring you then."
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 8, 2010 13:00:36 GMT -5
Damien looked a bit worried now. He'd actually growled at her - that hadn't even happened with Verin yet. Why was he so on edge? Did he really think that the Central Agency for Supernatural and Unusual Situations was tracking him here? Not very likely. And he seemed to have scared the girl more than she had him.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Have a seat, enjoy the beach a little." He smiled disarmingly, and patted the slightly perturbed sand next to him. "Might I have your name, by the way, oh angel that came falling from heaven?" His grin was mischievous. People were good. He liked people. They tended to be a lot more sensible then the government that led them.
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Post by Trisha D'Avalon on Jun 8, 2010 13:06:11 GMT -5
Trisha blinked at him in confusion but sat down as she was asked. She'd do best not to upset this guy or make him ask things of her twice. "Oh...it's Trisha. Trisha D'avalon." the girl said nervously, her long pink hair fanning out behind her as she tossed her head a little, trying to keep from sitting on any of it. As she did, the scent of strawberries and cream wafted towards him, a scent that generally wasn't associated with the beach.
"I'm not an angel though - at least, I don't think I am? But thank you?"
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 8, 2010 13:22:05 GMT -5
"You look like an angel to me." He smiled again, still kneading sand with his feet. "Don't worry, I usually don't react like that. I'm really sorry to have scared you... and I'll try to remember your name. I'm not very good at names, so I might end up forgetting once or twice. Please don't hit me for that, I do that with everybody."
He looked out over the sea. It really was a nice day today. "Tell me if you think I blab too much, I'll shut up for a bit."
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Post by Trisha D'Avalon on Jun 8, 2010 13:25:13 GMT -5
"It's okay, I don't even know your name yet. I w-wouldn't hit you for forgetting anyway, I forget sometimes too. My name, I mean. But I forget everything." she assured him with quickly thrown up hands.
"I-I just came to enj-j-joy the weather a bit, really. I d-don't get out much." Trisha explained, smiling awkwardly and playing with the hem of her uniform. Unlike Damien, she wasn't dressed for swimming or anything beachy at all, and the sand wasn't something she was used to.
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 8, 2010 13:28:09 GMT -5
"It's Damien. Yeah, the weather's brilliant, I got out here to catch some sunlight before the cold starts setting in."
He frowned a little at her saying that she forgot everything. "D'you hava a problem with your memory, maybe?"
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Post by Trisha D'Avalon on Jun 8, 2010 13:37:25 GMT -5
"Not quite." Trisha laughed a little at that, "I've just got little to no memory of my life before I came here. I woke up in a field in a nearby village and somehow made my way here and that's about as far back as I can remember." she explained, "I'm not even sure if Trisha's my real name, it just happens to be the only one I remember."
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 8, 2010 13:48:10 GMT -5
"That's kind of sad. But then again, has the time you do remember been a good one? Made good memories, friends? I grew up alone, I wouldn't know what it's like to play with other kids when you're five or so. It could be good, could be bad. Missing out on that... eh, a matter of point of view." He started drawing squiggles in the sand.
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Post by Trisha D'Avalon on Jun 8, 2010 14:54:22 GMT -5
Trisha thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Yes, things have been nice enough so far. I've met a few people and they were good to me." she agreed, red eyes softening at what Damien said next. "Have you? Met good people here, I mean."
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 8, 2010 15:02:56 GMT -5
Damien smiled. "Yeah, there's been a few. My roommate, Scott, he's a nice guy, and Less is awesome to hang around with. Somariel is an okay girl, though I think Rena? The military girl? she's a bit too stuck up, she's a bit weird. But then again, who am I to judge people. Also, just about everybody here is weird in some way. The only one I decidedly dislike is Verin, the demon guy who lobbed a fireball at the fairy girl at the start of term. He's an ass." He scowled at the name. "I can't believe he hasn't been kicked out yet. But aside from that, everything's been good to me. It's really fun going to a public school. I thought there'd be more people, though."
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Post by Trisha D'Avalon on Jun 8, 2010 15:19:36 GMT -5
Trisha listened to his explanations and nodded a bit, though she didn't' really know any of those people. "Sounds very dangerous." she said, slight horror taking over her face again as Damien described what Verin had done. "Did he get in trouble for it?"
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 8, 2010 15:37:36 GMT -5
"I don't know. I went to talk to the headmistress about something else, and someone else had done the same already, but he hasn't been expelled, moved, punished, whatever. He's in my dorm suite to make it better, and he seems to have made me his personal nemesis or something. I really don't know what to do about him anymore... it's just tiring. It's like waiting for the day he starts flinging fireballs at me."
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on Jun 8, 2010 16:30:08 GMT -5
Less Than Beta wandered onto the beach in order to expand the den he had begun digging on the previous venture. He had intended to dig a second chamber and maybe strengthen the walls a bit since he didn't trust that sand alone would hold up, but he changed his plans when he saw that Damien and a girl he didn't know were already there. With his tail held high he loped over to give her a greeting and a sniff.
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 9, 2010 5:21:21 GMT -5
Damien glanced over the sand, seeing the wolf jogging up.
"Oh, hey Less! Tricia, this is Less Then Beta of the East Tundra. Great guy, if a bit dim sometimes." He whispered the last part to her, but smiled widely nonetheless. "But it doesn't really matter, he learns really fast."
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Post by Trisha D'Avalon on Jun 12, 2010 16:58:46 GMT -5
Trisha glanced over and was surprised to see a wolf jogging towards them. How strange, didn't wolves live in much different climates than this sort? She tried to smile and politely offer a hand for the creature to sniff, not entirely certain what was good etiquette here.
"Hello there, Less Then Beta of the East Tundra." she stated his full title, trying to be polite, "I'm Trisha D'avalon of...um...here." The girl smiled a little and tried not to shy away from such a large creature. Then again, Damien seemed to think he was a nice guy, so she should just relax right? Though, what wasn't dangerous to Damien might still be dangerous to her, and many other words of the like. But, for now, she'd trust him since he didn't seem that violent.
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Post by William Jason Fredericks on Jun 12, 2010 17:09:05 GMT -5
A couple hundred yards down from where Damien, Trisha, and Less were talking, the stooped form of Groundsman Fredericks stood, gazing intently east over the waves, his eyes focused on the horizen. For once he seemed to not be mumbling.
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on Jun 12, 2010 19:18:41 GMT -5
Less happily sniffed the offered hand. She didn't smell like the humans who lived near his pack, but then again neither did most of the humans at the school. He was pretty sure, however, that normal humans didn't smell like strawberries. Less Than Beta very much doubted that there were weres of plants. If there were, they probably wouldn't be winged anyway. It couldn't hurt to ask, though.
With a claw he scratched out a message in the sand. It read, "I am wer-wolf. Are you wer-strawbery?"
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Jun 17, 2010 8:49:13 GMT -5
A burst of laughter followed Less' writing. Wer-strawberry? If she were that would be... well, aside from not very useful, very awesome. Damien hiccuped with mirth. "I- I don't think there's such a thing, Less." He wheezed between two bursts of laughter. "Heheh. Heh. Ahem. Sorry. So, which classes are you taking this semester?"
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Post by Trisha D'Avalon on Jun 17, 2010 20:09:40 GMT -5
Trisha blinked as she watched the wolf write before looking confused. "Were-strawberry? No...I don't think so. Why do you ask?" had she been anyone else, she might have been more aware of her strange scent, but Trisha had absolutely no idea what she smelled like (since she'd always smelled that way) and no idea that it was out of the ordinary.
"What would a were-strawberry do anyway?"
((Ooc: sorry, I just had to say that was the most hysterical thing I have ever read.))
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Post by Less Than Beta East Tundra on Jun 17, 2010 20:19:10 GMT -5
Less kicked sand over the writing so he could use the space again and patted it smooth by rolling over it. "Your smell is human and strawbery. Weres smell is human and what theyre were of," he scratched out. Beneath it he continued, "Shift to strawbery spirit? Not met plant weres before." The bottom message was a bit scratchy and more crude than the previous; Less was starting to find that paws were not designed for precision writing, and that his were quickly tiring.
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