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Post by trinity on May 2, 2010 12:24:38 GMT -6
[thread open for Tshar and Anastasia]
The landscape couldn’t be more beautiful… The blurred outline of the sun was past its peak in the vast, grey-tinged sky. Clouds of grey blended almost perfectly with the sky’s expanse, stretching in each direction, farther than the eye could see. Similar to that of the vast ocean water, there was no telling where the sky ended… And perhaps it never did. Perhaps it was truly endless, which brought to the surface of thought yet another question. Just how many galaxies were out there? Was there only a few? Or was there more than a billion different galaxies? Did space ever end? There were so many questions. And some would go unanswered… Or would they? Would there be some great being that stepped up to accept the challenge the question posed, and seek out the answer? Perhaps, one day, there would be answers to everything. But it would most likely be many, many, many more centuries for such answers could be provided and trusted. But the past years have proven that sometimes, certain races were too gullible or too careless. The humans were the careless ones… They didn’t have the compassion that the Shifters held. Perhaps there might be a very scarce few within the Human race that truly cared about what other living creatures, other races. But they were in numbers too small to make a difference. At least, here on Cambria, they were. And the shifters… They had seen the arrival of Man as a great thing. The Celebration that was thrown when the humans first arrived had, according to what Trinity’s mother had told her, had been a great one. But then, the Shifters had no idea of the greed the human race was tainted with, and that it would steal away that which was deeply cherished by her kindred. The Shifters couldn’t be at fault, nor could they not be. Shifters weren’t all heartless. But perhaps, they were responsible for the few Shifters that were. But before Man had arrived, there had been so few… Before Man, things had been as thought should have remained… But the carelessness and the greed… It was all too much for Cambria, and the determination her kind held, the desire to regain what the humans had taken had not been enough. For whatever reason, it had not been enough to take back what was theirs by rights. But perhaps rights didn’t matter anymore….
Trinity pushed these thoughts from her mind as she leaned against one of the many pine trees that rooted themselves to the soil of the forest. Her icy blue gaze swept over the landscape with admiration and adoration. She loved nature and its wonders. It was a beautiful thing. The trees that stretched towards the sky stirred as a passing wind blew. The branches rubbed against one another, creating a gentle rustling sound. And in their branches, winter birds sang their songs and called out to one another. The tranquility of the whole scene was something that Trinity always stopped to admire. She had recently gotten relieved of her duties at Newgart’s Inn. Today, Trinity war flared blue jeans and a forest green turtleneck sweater with a sparkling white scarf. Black boots kept her feet warm as she stood in the thick snow, still leaning against the tree’s trunk, her chest rising and falling calming and softly. And with each exhale, her breath entered visibility into the chilling atmosphere. Her dark chocolatey hair stirred in the passing wind as well, strands of her bangs falling before her eyes, some tickling her cheeks.
She would openly admit to being nothing more than average. Nothing more than a normal Shifter living in a world almost completely conquered by Man… She was without a family or friends. The war had claimed the lives of her father and big sister… Her mother? She had vanished but two years ago after discovering an abandoned log cabin, and restoring it so that they had a safe place to call home, away from the city and Man, hidden in the density of the woodland area where no trail led. But despite having no one other than herself, Trinity continued living, indifferent to almost everything. She had a job, so she could pay for any needed supplies. But she also had nature. She had a safe retreat that she liked to believe only she knew existed. Of course, the woodland creatures knew of it. But she liked to think that no shifter or human knew about it. It was her place. It was a place where she could temporarily escape from reality and drift off into a place where everything was harmonious and tranquil. It was there, in her special place, that she found a world she so desperately wished she could live in for the rest of her life. But such foolish wishes were for children….. Weren’t they?
She continued to lean there, staring out at the sparkling white sleet that covered the ground beneath her. She just wanted to enjoy nature’s gift for as long as she could before she retreated to the lonely but comforting sanctuary of her home.
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 2, 2010 14:16:41 GMT -6
Anastasia woke up to the piercing screech of a alarm clock located on the other side of her room. It was strategically put there, based off the fact that once she was woken up she'd turn it off and return to her bed for a “few” minutes. Those few minutes grew to much more than that as she slowly slipped back into a sleep. Now that the alarm clock was moved, it required a lot more physical activity to turn off and therefore wake her up so she couldn't fall asleep. Begrudgingly, Anastasia rolled out of bed landing face first on the floor. If anyone had shared the apartment with her, no doubt they would have been startled by the thump. Groaning she cracked her eyes open, the darkness was gone and her eyes scanned the room.
The room had remained exactly as she had left it, and that was exactly how it has been since the day she moved in. Everything was orderly and in it's assigned spot. But there was one thing as she looked around the room that caught her eyes, the window. The edges were surrounded with white and a icy layer covered the center part of the window. Forcing her body up she turned off the alarm clock, who's sound was still heard within her ear, like a phone ringing and even though it stopped you still hear it, and she walked to the window. Apparently as she had slept weather decided to take it's course and snow. It was pretty deep, but no too bad, foot prints from animals and their masters laced the ground so Anastasia assumed it wasn't too deep and she could walk in it.
Cheerfully she decided to get dressed and go out and walk in the snow. She had a certain fondness of snow ever since she was a kid and the thought of playing in the snow made her almost made her childish. She was all giddy and quickly got dressed. She decided on dark skinny jeans, a purple v-neck, as well as black sneakers. Anastasia brushed her hair, leaving it down, as well as her teeth. On her way out she grabbed a insulated cup normally used for coffee, and filled it with hot chocolate. Quickly running down the stairs she reached the door.
Pushing the handle the door flung up, and the cold air danced into the doorway tickling her cheeks. It was almost a bitter cold, none the less the childish joy got to her and she bursted through the doorway out into the snow. She pulled a plain black sweatshirt on that clung to her body, and threw her bag over her shoulder. Now it was just a matter of deciding where to go. Anywhere far from people was perfect, somewhere pretty and enjoyable. The forest sounded great, and if she ventured in far enough the chances were even higher that she wouldn't be bothered.
As she made her way through the city she made eye contact with more people than she wanted. Their looks were all as cold as the snow around them. Ever since humans came to Cambria the mood was very hostile. No one felt safe, barely anyone was happy. All of the blame was on the human race too. Or at least that was Anastasia's opinion. Humans took over their land and they were killing them off. She pitied them and was disgraced at her own people. How could they do that to people who had feelings and families? None the less Anastasia heard about recent shifters being captured and banded. It was just down right wrong and infuriated her. And the worst part is, are they any different? Walking down the street could you really pick them out from any human? They are exactly the same despite the small fact that they can shift.
SEG was cruel and degraded people in their own home territory. Many times it has crossed her mind that she should take in shifters, hide them, keep them safe. There were a few humans she could get to join her. They could figure out how to get those bands off, they could help the shifters. It was a risky thing to take on and maybe that's what held her back but maybe, just maybe with the might motivation Anastasia would execute this plan, and find others to join her. No doubt if she got caught SEG would treat her just as any other shifter, but it could be worth it.
Finally out of the city Anastasia reached the woods and began wandering. Her cheeks were a bright red due to the cold and her fingers slightly pink as well. It was amazing being out in the snow as she once did before. It almost masked those feelings toward SEG she often felt. She no longer sat there planning or thinking about the consequences but instead let it go for some time to have fun. Looking around, it didn't appear anyone was near so she scooped up some snow and chucked the snowball and a branch above her. All the snow came flying down landing all over her and her hair. The snow completely cover her, and even went down her clothes. Shaking off as much as she could Anastasia made a rather distasteful face at the branch and threw another snowball only resulting in the same thing .
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 2, 2010 15:12:26 GMT -6
Waking up early on his day off, Tshar slipped from his black recliner and walked to the bathroom. Running his hand through his red hair, he reached for his black eye patch and strapped it over his left eye. Clumsily picking up his green contact, he slipped it into his right eye. Now fully humanized for the day, he walked over to the kitchen and poured himself a mug of black coffee. Chugging it down, he decided to wander for a while in the woods. Walking to the door, he slipped on his black converse and wandered out the door of his apartment careful not to wake Vito or Ankh up. Running down the street, he raced to arrive at Tiag Forest. He always went there to wander around because it was generally human free so he could shift freely, though he rarely did. Most of the time, he wouldn't risk endangering his current "family".
Slipping through the deep snow silently, a large white tiger with crimson orbs approached a new set of tracks; human tracks. Frowning at the prospect of another being out here, he started to turn away but was overcome by a strong desire to follow the prints. Picking up one massive paw at a time, the big cat moved deeper into the forest. Various painful memories slipped into his mind. A forest. A human. A family. On impulse, he shifted back into his human form in 3 seconds flat. A flashback hit him hard in the back.
>>Start: Flashback<<
A little boy...running through the forest. He was blurry...about 13? 14? Red eyes it looked like...red hair...Suddenly the boy seemed way too familiar. Could it really be possible? The younger him? Running after the young teenager, he ducked and weaved through trees. It was a rhythm that he had obtained almost 12 years ago. Growing nearer to an even more familiar place, he heard a young boy's scream. Crying. Sliding to the ground with his back against a tree, the man put his head against the rough bark, looking to the sky. Absolutely nothing was in his mind. Just like that. The screaming of his past human friend brainwashed him. Nothing was left. Sitting there and sitting there for a long time, he snapped out of his trance and realized how long it had been. It was about time...the fire. The hate in their eyes. The blood. Standing up and staggering towards his family's home, he already knew the events about to occur. Sighting a tree he had seen and climbed many times, he quickly scrambled up it and seated himself on a high sheltered branch. He quietly watched the events below. A pitchfork gashed his brothers arm. A knife was thrust into his chest and he thudded to the ground, his blood staining the white snow. Father went next. Somehow, one of the villagers had come across a sword from somewhere and was currently slashing his chest open clumsily. Obviously, his father died very slowly and pathetically, unable to take a few seconds to shift. Mother was the last to go. Shot in the leg, she fell face first into the white carpet. Pushed onto her back by one of the men, a cross was carved into her forehead. Young Tshar stood paralyzed. A boy, he suspected to be his friend's brother approached him with a knife in hand and tears pouring out of his eyes. Blood was smeared all over his chest from collapsing over his sibling's lifeless corpse. The child brought it to Tshar's left forehead and slashed down all the way to his chin. Blood welled up to the gash and poured out. The young boy started to cry harder and fell to the ground. Tshar, slapped out of yet another trance saw the boy and turned tail and ran. The 14 year old ran and ran and ran....nothing left. He had nothing left and he watched his family be slaughtered and did absolutely nothing.
>>End: Flashback<<
A sharp pain on his left cheek brought Tshar back to reality and out of the horrid flashback. Running his left hand over the deep scar on his face, he passed over the black eye patch covering his crimson orb. On a random impulse, he scrambled up a tree as he had in his nightmare. Drawing a knife from his black jacket, he started to carve randomly into the tree. A thump at the other side of the tree and the falling of snow made him twist his head in surprise. Another thump hit the branch he was sitting in. Falling from his perch, the red haired giant flailed his arms helplessly. Landing on his head, he went in and out of consciousness. He started to laugh compulsively as the knife embedded itself in his arm. Sighing a few times to calm his insane laughter, he rolled over onto his bottom and glanced around to see a girl with a purple shirt and dark purple skinny jeans. Was he hallucinating again?
"Hullo there hallucination. How are you on this shitty day?" he murmured to his own insane self. Wow. He really had to get some mental help. Yeah right. Never in hell would he talk to anyone about that day. Not yet understanding that his eye patch had fallen off in his interesting fall, his left crimson eye was completely exposed, screaming shifter. Thank God for him that there was no SEG around. Staring at the so-called hallucination, he waited for himself answer to his own question.
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Post by trinity on May 2, 2010 15:51:35 GMT -6
Sometimes life forced certain things onto you, and whether or not you wanted it or didn’t want it, you had no other choice but to take it. Take it like a dog getting beaten by its master. There was no avoiding life. There was no rewriting the past, and there was no running from the future. No one can stay hidden in the comfort of the present. There was just no way. You can wish that time would stop. You could wish that with the whole of your being, but that wasn’t going to make time stop. Not even Death could make time stop. When you died, time still gets moving. It stopped for no man. It was either keep up, or be, left behind and lost. And the last thing Trinity wanted was to die. There were moments in her life where she wished she had died. But she was still here. She was still breathing. There had to be a reason behind it, one would think. That there was more to life than just trying to survive to see the light of another day, that there was a grand scheme of things where all living creatures played a role. One would like to think that there was some grand design for everyone, that each and every living thing had a grand destiny that it was given once conceived. But there was no proof of such a thing. There was no evidence that a grand fate awaited everyone. There was no evidence that someone was supposed to day tomorrow, the day after that, the month after that, or the year after that. There was no telling if there was even a grand scheme behind it all. Behind all the pain, the suffering, and the death. There was no way of knowing if the blood of those spilled would make any kind of significant influence in the way tomorrow came. There simply was no telling… But sometimes, Trinity wished there was.
There was nothing special about her life… She had never done anything important or historical. She had been born, she’d seen through her childhood, and now she was a waitress at Newgart’s Inn. And she certainly didn’t make a difference –or at least much of one- there. But perhaps there was something great awaiting her in the near or far future. Or, perhaps she was only seeking a greater meaning to the meager life she’d been given. No, she didn’t take this life for granted. She fought to survive thus far, and wasn’t about to turn herself in to SEG. Not after all she’d worked for. Not after everything she’d been through, trying to make her dead family proud of her. She would continue living. Even if she died alone, with no one to remember her. She wasn’t living for anyone other than her dead family and herself. She cared for nature, and would do what she could to help an injured bird or deer. But all the same, she knew that they did in fact play an important role in reality. They fed another creature, who in turn fed them when they passed on and deteriorated into the earth as fertilization. It was nothing more than a vigorous circle in the ways of the wild. You ate to survive, but in the end, you yourself will be eaten. Strange way of looking at it, wouldn’t you think?
She snapped out of her darker thoughts, and simply gazed out at the landscape. She shifted the weight from her left leg to her right, her left leg beginning to lose feeling. The winter cold felt refreshing in Trinity’s lungs, and wonderful upon her face. She loved winter. Though it was harsh and bitter in the Northern parts, there was just something about the cold season that brought out a glimmer of hope for a better tomorrow in her. There was just something about the snow that made a small smile tug at the corners of her lips, and cause her icy gaze to sparkle and shine like the snow in the sunlight. Everyone had to have something that gave them a sliver of meaning to life. And for some reason, winter was Trinity’s. Life would be nearly worthless if it wasn’t for hope for a better, more peaceful future. One could only hope that someday, either man and shifter was able to live harmoniously alongside each other, or that man would see the pain and suffering that they’ve created, and leave Cambria back to the shifters, those who had created at, to those who it rightfully belonged to. Ah, but such things were foolish to wish for. And even if one or the other did occur, it would be many centuries before it took place. And by then odds were Trinity and her generation and the ones before her would never see it. But there was still a chance. There was still a chance that the shifters would, at the very least, gain the respect of the humans… And as long as there was a chance, there was no reason to give up and give in.
The sound of snow impacting the branches of a pine tree not too far off broke the peaceful silence, causing the songs of the winter birds to cease. And then, shortly followed by the same sound, came a loud thud. This caused Trinity to glance around the trunk of the tree she’d been leaning against. She quickly found the source of the noises, and realized that she was not alone in the forest today. Another woman, about her age was standing there, a man lying in the snow, laughing rather frighteningly. But he soon rose into a sitting position, and spoke to the girl. Are they shifters, or humans…? the question echoed in Trinity’s mind. And for a fleeting moment, she thought of changing… But she managed to maintain her human form as she continued to look upon the two beings both fearfully, and timidly. She didn’t know what to expect. But all she could really do was hope that things didn’t take a turn for the worst… She honestly didn’t want the day to turn to ruins… Not after such as nice beginning.
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 4, 2010 14:20:36 GMT -6
Anastasia brushed off as much snow as possible, though there's no doubt that white flakes held their spot in her hair and on her clothes. And next thing you know a blob came flying out of the tree making a much louder thump then the one she had made that morning. Screaming as loud as she could, no doubt piercing anyone near by's ears, she jumped back startled. The man seemed completely insane as he laughed crazily and barely noticed he had been stabbed. Crimson red blood trickled down his body and tainted some of the pure white snow around him. At that point it looked as if he was calming down, and talking to some one? Anastasia looked behind rather confused. No one was there, well that she could see. Panicking she wasn't sure if she should help him or flee. It could be dangerous if she approached him, for all she knew he might stab her! But she couldn't just leave him. If that were her, she would want some one to save her, after all that's not fun to be hurt and some one could help you but they leave. Sadly it might not be worth it, there's no point risking your life for some one, and she certainly didn't want to die.
Stiffening her body, Anastasia decided to respond to the man's earlier comment. "Ummm sir who were you talking to? And are you okay?" Hopefully he was that way she could leave. Apparently going to the woods wasn't exactly as good as it had sounded. Not only was there a person here, but a insane one at that. Anastasia put on a fake smile trying to at least make it known to the man she wasn't a threat. But in case he didn't pick up on that she could always run. Right? But that plan was flawed due to Tshar being a shifter. Also she was on the smaller side and to put it nicely, weak.
Looking around she noticed a eye patch in the snow. Finding it odd she immediately looked at his eyes to see why exactly he had a eye patch on. His eyes didn't appear to have any reason to need a eye patch, except the one was oddly colored. Her eyes got wide, Anastasia was even more worried now. He may or may not have been a shifter but the chances were higher that he was. Anastasia isn't afraid of shifters in fact she loves shifters but a crazy one could be dangerous. Who knew how deadly if he was a shifter, his forms would be. One wrong move and this loon could turn deadly and no one would ever know. They were alone in a forest where normally no one comes to. He could leave her dead and no one would find her.
Worried she tried to mask her face with a smile so he wouldn't know she wasn't exactly comfortable. That's when she felt as if they were being watched. Her eyes scanned the area around them. Her bad eye sight made it hard to find Trinity, though she did stop scanning and looked where Trinity was. She was sure she saw something but wasn't sure what so she moved on thinking it was a animal. But now extremely alert, she listened carefully in case some one else was here. Despite her lack of eye sight, she did have good hearing so maybe she'd pick up on Trinity.
OOC: I'm sorry it's cruddy there wasn't much to work with e.e but it will get better promise
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 4, 2010 17:27:12 GMT -6
Recovering from his head trauma, Tshar glanced around quickly again, expecting his "hallucination" to have disappeared. Actually, it seemed that it had become a lot clearer. Strange...last time the hallucination of his older brother had gone away fairly quickly... Looking at the girl through his legs that hung limply in front of him, he tried to embrace what had happened. Suddenly, a pain in his sprawled arm caught his attention. Right...he had a knife in his hand. With his wonderful luck, it had somehow embedded itself in his arm. Clicking his tongue to make a quiet "tch" noise, he rolled over onto his butt to look at the girl right-side up.
"Ummm sir who were you talking to? And are you okay?" she asked him, appearing shaken and scared. Finally registering what she had said, he stood up slowly and surprisingly was not shaky at all. "Uh nobody...just myself..." Reaching over and plucking the knife from his arm, he carefully wiped the bloodied edge on his undershirt and then placed it back into his pocket. "I'm fine I guess," he replied to the other part of her question. Running his hand through his red locks self-consciously, he realized as his hand brushed his face that his eye patch was missing. "Oh shit," he muttered to himself as he quickly scanned the ground for the missing patch. Spotting it's contrasting black material, he reached down and snatched it from the snow. Staring at the woman in front of him, he frowned when he saw that she looked very worried all of a sudden.
Sighing at this bad luck, he stuffed the eye patch in his front pocket. "Saw that, didn't you? Heh. Guess she's not the only one that screws up," he said cautiously referring to Ankh. A series of quick fixes to the problem flashed through his mind. Kill the girl was a possibility, but that was too rash. It could be possible to fix this. Somehow convince her that he was just a regular person that underwent surgery was out too. That one was way out there. Who the hell in their right mind would want to get surgery to look like a shifter? Maybe if he could convert her to their side by some miracle? Another idiotic one. Like that would happen. He could- a rustling noise from the woods grabbed his attention. "Look...I'm not gonna hurt you. Don't look like a SEG girl. Just to be sure though, do you mind if I frisk you? I'll give you my gun while I'm at it. Self defense, I guess..." he finished awkwardly, that being the most he had spoken to a stranger in one breath in a long time.
"Oh and it would be nice if the person in the bushes would come out...I've always been uncomfortable with people being behind me," he added to his speech uncomfortably. Being a shifter, there were always people out there that were after him. Especially with that maniac Ankh in his care. She was always getting herself into a shitload of trouble with SEG like always. He should be used to these interesting situations, but they always seemed to surprise him more and more. This time it was as random as him falling from a tree. Sighing once again at the bad luck of it all, he backed himself up against the tree and glanced back and forth between the two unknown people before him. "Meh. And I thought this morning I wouldn't run into any trouble," he muttered to himself again. Loosening his muscles so that he could react easily to any threat, he placed his hands casually at his sides, so close to his weapons that he could whip one out in a little over a second or two.
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 6, 2010 17:43:13 GMT -6
The man finally sat himself upright, yet still seemed unaware of the knife wedged in his arm. How odd..... how could you not notice that? Even her with her high tolerance for pain, she would at least feel it, maybe not cry knowing others were around, but it would hurt. And just like that he stood up, not even shaking! He stood just like there was absolutely wrong! Talking to himself. I knew he was crazy. Knew it! As he pulled the knife out, blood raced it way to fill the knife's spot. Tshar then cleaned off the knife on his shirt,causing her to cringe, and stuck it in his pocket.
"G-glad you hear you're okay sir." Now I have to get the heck out of here. But then he muttered something and noticed Anastasia had picked up on his eyes. Just like that Tshar frowned causing her to panic internally, and did her best to mask that panic on her face. And today will be the day that I die. Lovely. "I, I uhhh didn't see anything you didn't want me to see sir." And she meant that.
Anastasia wasn't one of those people to say something and then do the opposite. In fact, didn't everyone know promises were important and were never to be broken? Call her childish but that was they way she was. Not to mention at this point Anastasia was some what afraid of Tshar, so if he said not to say anything she wouldn't other wise who knows what he'd do. Plus what was she going to turn him into SEG? That's just a sick, cruel thought it made her mad just thinking about those pathetic humans who find one shifter and report them to SEG. Also, who was she? Probably a different shifter, and maybe if he wasn't actually crazy a girlfriend? But hey two crazy people could make a good couple too. Who knows who she was, and Anastasia wasn't asking.
He started talking again, immediately getting her attention again. Not going to hurt me, well that sounds good. If only it were promising. He wouldn't mention it if it hadn't crossed his mind in the first place. She intently listened as he went on. A SEG girl?! She would never, ever join that group unless of course it was a attempt to take it down from the inside. But that would be nearly impossible. And what exactly did a SEG girl look like? Apparently not her. "I am not a SEG girl."
Her eyes grew wide when he mention frisking to be sure. Frisk as in pat and touch all over her body to check for weapons. She stared at Tshar in disbelief and patted her leg and stomach, reenacting the motion of some one frisking some one else. Swallowing, Anastasia went through her options. She could let him frisk her, by invading her personal space, and take his gun. She did know quite well she wouldn't know how to use it. So her other option was to run. Just go, get out of the area. But if he chased after her, that'd most likely turn bad for her.
Tshar then started talking to some one else, apparently she wasn't the only one seeing things. The other person behind the tree quickly shifted into a bird and flew away. Well there goes her help, they may have been a shifter, but at least they weren't crazy. Anastasia redirected her attention back to Tshar who now was leaning on a tree with his hands hanging by his pocket. She picked up on two things by now. He put a knife in his pocket, and had a gun somewhere, if only she knew what else he had. Snorting as he said he thought he wouldn't have any trouble, she couldn't help but to think the same thing. Run, just run, at least then he won't touch you.
Anastasia reached into her back, unaware that it may look like she was retrieving a weapon, she made sure her phone was there and spun around. She started to make a few quick steps, and right before she was about to break into a sprint she stopped in her place. Maybe it was just her head playing tricks, but she swore she heard him coming for her. Anastasia turned around to face him. "Give me the gun. And the knife too. And how do I know you don't have any other weapons. How do I know you won't kill me?" She narrowed her eyes and tried to make it appear she was confident. But on the inside she was shaking, mainly from the shock that she actually took charge and spoke with such a bitter tone. Also she was afraid maybe talking with a bitter tone wouldn't scare him off but only make him more mad.
Anastasia stuck her hand out expecting him to come up and place the gun in her hand and do his worst. Heck maybe she'd even be good at using a gun, of course only if that was needed her plan was not at all to take the gun and shoot him right then and there.
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 6, 2010 18:45:12 GMT -6
Looking at the woman through slit eyes, he started to think more about her nervous, frightened movements. He was definitely scaring her half to death. It should certainly look weird, with one crimson eye covered with the green contact. Tshar almost contemplated taking it out, but decided against it, just in case he ran into someone else.
The girl offered to keep quiet, but he wasn't into trusting very much. What happened if SEG cornered her and got her to talk? It wasn't like Tshar was there every second to silence her. Letting her go was not an option. Not as long as he could be connected to his roomies in any way. Shaking his red locks out of his eyes, he scanned the situation again. The girl had claimed she was not SEG, and if she was SEG, she probably would have attempted to shoot or stab him already. Obviously that hadn't happened yet, unless she had somehow calculated exactly where his own knife would land when she thew that snowball. Very, very unlikely for sure. The shifter in the bushes had gone and flown off. Oh well. Less for him to have to deal with.
Anastasia also looked terrified of the idea of frisking, so he put the idea down. That could be an immediate indicator of a SEG officer, but any woman would be offended and react so if they were asked to be frisked. The woman even patted her stomach and thigh, imitating the gesture often used by police. When she reached for her back in order to look for something, he almost reached for his gun, but pushed the idea away as she put her hand back by her side and spun around to face the opposite direction. It would be trouble if she ran off, so he decided if she did run, to give her a few seconds head start, to make sure she didn't decide against it and come back.
In fact, after taking two steps or so, she stopped in place and turned back to face him. Unaware that he had tensed his muscles, they relaxed as soon as she turned back around. Wait...had the girl actually just agreed to being frisked? That was weird....very weird. The woman had a point though. He did have a lot of weapons hidden. Tshar himself wouldn't trust anyone unless he knew for sure they didn't have any weapons on them. Reaching slowly into his shirt again, he retrieved the black pistol and started walking towards her, the gun pointed at his own leg. Placing it a few feet away from her, he dug into his pocket and put the knife next to it. Backing away slowly, he found his way back to the tree easily. "Very smart girl. I do have more weapons," he replied wryly, adding in a smile. Tshar was finding that he liked this girl more and more. Her cautious nature made her look even more smart in the eyes of a shifter
Sitting down casually against the trunk, he removed his jacket. Throwing it a few yards to the right, he reached into his shirt and unbuckled the large weapons sheath that he carried around his chest at all times. Realizing that the blood dripping down his arm might attract someone else, he decided to bandage it. The untreated wound was also most likely making the woman uncomfortable. Reaching into a black pouch in the material, he withdrew a bandage. Placing the bandage on his leg briefly, he threw all his weapons on top of the jacket and smiled slightly. Picking up a handful of snow, he placed it on the bloody wound and waited for it to turn red. Placing the red slosh to the side, he picked up the bandage and wrapped it carefully around his arm and tied it in place. "Hmmm...is that better?" he asked, hoping that the woman was less freaked out by him now.
"Oh and the gun there is for shooting me. You seem so very afraid of me so I figure you'd like to take a shot. No weapons on me anymore. Promise. You're perfectly safe at the moment," he added. "Really. Shoot me if you like."
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 7, 2010 17:35:05 GMT -6
Her whole body tensed up as Tshar retrieved his gun and started walking towards her. Yes the gun was pointed at him, but who's to say that he couldn't turn it towards her within a second. Finally he placed it on the ground, and next to the knife. Tshar backed away slowly, and only once he was against the tree again did Anastasia relax. Scooping up the knife in her left hand, she used her right hand to grab the gun. She awkwardly gripped the gun, upside down and pointing it towards herself. Scrunching her nose, she tried to figure out exactly how to hold the gun. Finally she made a ring with her index finger and thumb around the ring around the trigger, letting the gun dangle there.
You have more weapons, well I could have told you that. I mean you showed me two, chances were you are some weapon maniac who actually knows how to use them. But the fact that he smiled meant he liked something. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't think she'd pick up on that. "I-I hope I'd be smart, graduated top of my class." Her brains came naturally, but her cautiousness came from her parents. They pounded the essential of being cautious. She was raised to always be on edge, looking for anything that could cause harm to her or her family. Of course her family was long gone now, Anastasia had cut off all ties. They expected her to be perfect some of the time she did manage this, she managed the brains, and was cautious, always orderly but the pressure was just to much to take.
Anastasia gave the man a odd stare as he sat in the snow and took off his jacket. Why in the world would anyone do that if it was freezing out? She gave him a even odder look when he stuck his hand down his shirt. Only then when he pulled out the weapons did she understand why he had done that. Nodding she looked at the weapons as they landed on his jacket. Anastasia watched carefully as he cleaned his wound and covered it up. "Y-yes much better." In fact she wasn't lying, now Anastasia didn't have to look at the wound.
Now why would anyone in their right mind tell some one they could shoot them and provide the gun? He seemed to be acting sane, but Tshar certainly didn't make much sense to Anastasia. But he was right, she was afraid of him, though not as much at that point. No weapons, and he promised. Anastasia took promises seriously but was wary of trusting him. She looked at his height and the distance to his weapons and after some mental calculations she spoke up. "Take five steps to the side away from your weapons. Right now it'd take you only a few steps and you would reach them before I could even pull the trigger." That was just a approximate but would make it easier for her if he tried to grab the weapons. "Also pull your pockets inside out and spin around." Her plan was to look him over, just to be sure he had no more weapons. It appeared she was in charge now though if he even gave her one command she'd comply. "And if you're going to frisk me do it now I don't have all day." After some more thinking she looked him in the eyes. "Now why would anyone allow some one else to shoot them? And better yet why would I want to shoot you?"
She held the gun the best she could, which was still awkward considering she was using one hand and gripped a knife in the other. She checked to make sure it had bullets, which did take awhile and no doubt Tshar would have laughed at her confusion especially since it probably took him seconds to do it. Anastasia aimed at certain things around them and then a little bit above Tshar's head. "If anyone I would want to shoot a SEG officer." With a determined look she pulled the trigger, and of course her aim was terrible and just barely missed Tshar. Blushing she pulled the gun down, facing the it to ground and blurted out "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! I-I-I...." In the panic of pulling the gun down towards the ground so quickly she pulled the trigger yet again.
Expect this time the bullet hit her foot causing her to yelp and immediately throw the gun, while clenching her hand around the knife slicing her palm. As soon as her hand release another bullet shot out, though she didn't see where it went, and the gun fell into the snow. Warm, salty tears started to race down her face as the pain started to kick in. Immediately she whipped them away, she didn't show that kind of emotion in front of others. Doing her best not to panic and keep a straight face Anastasia looked down at her foot. Her shoe had a hole in it, "M-m-m-my shoe!" And inside the shoe she could feel the crimson, salty liquid drip down her foot and get absorbed by her sock which was no doubt red. She was now standing on one foot but her leg was getting tired to she flopped down into the snow to sit, she just sat there looking at her shoe afraid to take it off.
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 7, 2010 20:44:48 GMT -6
Tshar allowed a quiet smile. Top of her class? Very, very intelligent. As for himself? He had never graduated from anything. Ever. Not even from some silly Grade School. He had always been at home with his brother, when he was around. There wasn't much of a school to go to anyways. His parents taught him things sometimes...Tshar had been a lonesome child most of the time. All the people he looked up to were always away on some campaign against the humans.
Pushing the thought of his dead family away, he noticed that Anastasia looked more relieved with he bandaged his injured arm. She even admitted to it. The weapons were fairly far away from him, but she was absolutely right. He could easily grab his weapons from this distance. She also looked confused at his fun. Tshar only wanted to see what this girl was like because he had started to like her attitude more than he thought he would. Standing up, he took 10 steps away from his weapons, just for good measure. Reaching into both of his pockets, he pulled them inside out slowly. His apartment key dropped to the snow. "Eh. Really hope I remember that later... Can't let them get some dirt on me," he sighed, knowing that if Vito and Ankh found out about him losing his key, he'd never, ever forget about it.
Reaching around his back to pull his back pockets inside out, he realized that it was impossible. Pockets were sewn onto the fabric instead of another separate pouch being sewn in. Turning around with his front pockets hanging out, he started to laugh. "This is the most fun I've had in a while," he giggled, amused at the actions she was taking just to make sure he had nothing left on him.
A laugh escaped again at the suggestion of frisking her now. "I'm not really in that type of situation at the moment, now am I?" he replied, his voice shaking with laughter. This was really so very amusing. Nothing at the moment could beat this. It was really one of the first times in a while that he was able to enjoy himself like this. "Why shoot me? You're obviously scared I'm going to kill you, even though I've already stated I wouldn't. I take pride in sticking to my word when I can," he offered, "Plus, I'm really enjoying this."
Next, Anastasia tried to check the bullets in the pistol. Grinning at the fun of it all and her difficulty, he decided to help her some. "It's loaded you know. I wouldn't go anywhere with an empty gun. Would be useless," he supplied, motioning to the gun with his head. The woman added that she hated SEG as well. Another perk for him. As she aimed the gun above his head, he almost laughed. If you were going to aim a gun, aim it true and at your target. The gunshot that followed almost scared him. It was certainly surprising for a bullet to go whizzing past his head when there was no enemy around. Hurriedly after firing the gun at him, she started to freak out and apologize. The gun fell to her side. The second gunshot startled him more.
Immediately, he knew that the bullet had buried itself in the girl in front of him. A third shot came straight towards him as it fell from her hand. The 9mm bullet buried itself in his left shoulder. Damn bad luck. Wincing with pain, he sucked it up and ran over to the girl. She murmured something about her shoe. "Really? Your shoe is what you're worried about?" he muttered. Sighing, he decided to take her to a decent place so he could treat her. "Damn. Can you stand?" he questioned, knowing well enough that she already wouldn't be. "C'mon. Get on my back," he offered, bending down his 6'6" frame so that Anastasia could get on.
"Hey, let's go. I'll take care of it. I'm more than used to taking care of bullet wounds," he spoke quietly, his words tainted with pain. Waiting for the girl to get on his back, he started to think of where they could go. There should be an abandoned cabin somewhere near by...there usually was in these woods. A few miles to the North was one that he had used often when in need of a place to stay. Tshar quickly decided to make that his target. He could retrieve the medical supplies from his weapons band and fix them both up just fine. It was settled then. He'd take the girl to the North cabin and take care of her there. It was his fault after all. He was the one that had given her the gun. What an idiot he had been. Grinding his teeth against the pain in his shoulder, he waited, crouched down to set off to the cabin.
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ooc;; Blah. Sorry about that Taggerz. I started to post earlier then got distracted. Not the best post, but I hope there's something for you to work with. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 8, 2010 13:27:41 GMT -6
He complied to her requests, spinning around and showing there was nothing in his pocket. As a whole that made her feel so much more at ease knowing he did it willingly, therefore had nothing to hide. Smiling she nodded, "Thank you I think you're good, but I told you five steps not ten. None the less that will do." Yes, taking more steps was good, but he didn't do what she told him. He mentioned "them", Anastasia wondered if "she" was part of them. She gave him a odd stare but decided not to poke into his personal life. Fun? What does he mean he's having fun? She didn't really understand what was funny but she just went along with it. But then he started laughing again when she mentioned frisking her. Well he asked to frisk her, not the other way around, how was she to know he decided not to? Anastasia shrugged, "I don't know what kind of situation you're in." She sort of pouted because Tshar kept laughing and she wasn't so sure why he was laughing at her.
His reasoning on why she could shoot still didn't make sense. If some one was scared of her, she wouldn't give them a gun to kill her. What did make Anastasia happy was that he said he kept his word. That was important especially since her parents and friends never kept their word causing serious trust issues within Anastasia nowadays. "Yes, promises are important aren't they? Most people promise and don't keep them though." She proceeded to look at the gun for bullets and when Tshar spoke to her she glanced up and noticed he was grinning. Well aren't I just a riot today? "Well I want to make sure, never can be too cautious you know. The bullets could be over there." Anastasia motioned to all the weapons on his jacket. "Or it could be rigged to hurt me once I pull the trigger. Not that I'm sure you'd do something like that..... but yeah."
Her whole fireworks of gunshots then took place and Tshar came running up to her. "Of course I'm worried about my shoe! It's ruined." But really she wasn't that worried about her shoe, it was more of a distraction. Think of the ruined shoe and not the painful foot. Though it didn't work so well, it was still an attempt, right? Tshar proceeded to ask her if she could stand and Anastasia wasn't that sure. Looking up she noticed his shoulder was bleeding. "Did... did I do that?" Of course she did that who else would have? She really wanted to cry then, but Anastasia didn't. She wouldn't cry in front of some one she didn't know or trust, well she'd try her best anyways not to anyways.
Tshar proceeded to tell her to get on his back and he'd take care of it. "Wow you're tall." He must have thought she was a midget, at least compared to him. "Why would you be used to treating bullet wounds? I've never been around a gun, seen a gun, seen anyone hurt by a gun, let alone me hurt by one." Him saying that and the fact that he had all those weapons meant he must use them. Wondering why, it then dawned on her, "Oh life of a shifter right? I mean if you are one. I mean- I mean I'll shut up now." Embarrassed, her checks turned bright red, immediately she looked away hoping he hadn't seen. Changing the topic as quickly as she spoke up, " I can walk see? I don't want to hurt your shoulder you don't have to carry me."
Forcing herself up right she was rather wobbly and did have a hard time standing, and she kept her injured foot on the ball of her foot so it wasn't direct pressure on the actual wound. Not only did the idea of being close to some one she didn't know make her a little embarrassed and nervous at the same time, he was also hurt. After all it was her fault and he didn't need to be hurt even more because he felt the need to carry her. The second reason was more of why she tried to walk herself, if he got a little close she'd get over it. Anastasia proceeded to wobble over to where his key was and then to his jacket and weapons. After retrieving them all she carefully made her way back the best she could. "See? I can. And don't forget this stuff." She really couldn't walk well, but a little lie wouldn't hurt him, it'd only hurt her. Hopefully Tshar hadn't seen her wincing and biting down on her lip to keep the tears in her eyes from running down her cheek. "Now, where are we going?"
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 8, 2010 16:23:50 GMT -6
Tshar was completely oblivious to the fact that complaining about her ruined shoe was just a way to cope and attempt to ignore the pain. He had always simply embraced and dealt with the consuming pain, just like he was right at this moment.
Noticing the girl looking at the bullet wound in his shoulder, she started to ask the obvious question of if she had done that. He quickly decided to say absolutely nothing in answer of that question because it would be like rubbing salt in a fresh gash. Why would he want to make her feel bad when she had only accidentally shot the two of them? It was never a good idea to shove the fact that anyone had shot someone, especially in this occasion.
When she made the comment that he was really tall, he almost laughed. "I seem to get that a lot," he replied, forming his words slowly. Standing straight, he faced the girl, with a partial frown. She was obviously trying to keep her pain from showing and was not very good at it at all. Anastasia started to say something about her never having been around a gun, let alone seen someone shot before. That surprised him. If she hated SEG, then how could she have never seen a gun or been around one? It wasn't normal, he'd admit, for someone as cautious as her to have never been around a gun before. As the fact that he lived the life of being around guns and using them every day came to realization in her mind, a look of sudden understanding replaced the one of puzzlement.
"Talk about it if you want. I don't care much," he offered, not really caring what she talked about right now. He wasn't usually much of a talker, but today, he was saying a lot of words. It was slightly uncomfortable for him.
As she tried to convince him that she could walk perfectly fine, he tried to remember what it was like to get shot in the foot. Last time someone had gotten shot in the foot, he had carried them back to the apartment with ease because they weren't so stubborn. It was a sad thing that she was worried about his shoulder when it was his fault that they were both injured anyway.
Tshar felt uncomfortable with the girl trying to force herself to move and walk, let alone stand. She even started to waddle her way over to where he had dropped his key and jacket and weapons. He frowned deeply. It was obvious she was faking being alright. Nobody could take a bullet and be relatively unshaken unless they were well experienced in shooting and being shot at. Plus she had already admitted she hadn't been around guns much. This was her first time.
Stepping forward to meet her half way with his belongings, he decided that he would not be letting her walk. "Thanks," he replied, taking the key gently from her hand and sticking it in his pocket. Clipping the weapons carefully around his waist, he ground his teeth against the pain of moving his arm. "Look, we're not going anywhere until you get on my back. You obviously can't make it the miles to the cabin and I can't take you back into town. Two shot up people is best to keep unseen," he spoke with authority, knowing that he would probably end up having to force her not to walk. Sighing at the aggravating position he was in, he decided to simply pick her up if she refused to get on his back. Eventually she would have to comply, but this was just making more work for him, as well as pain. [/blockquote] Word Count: 635 ooc;; Bad post again. Sorry if there's nothing to work with yet again. |
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 8, 2010 21:06:52 GMT -6
The reason she never had been around a gun is she hadn't ever gone against SEG. Anastasia minded her own business and stayed out of the way. She wasn't a human who was currently a enemy of SEG for opposing them, they didn't know about her. Though ideas of going against SEG often passed through her head, she never had the chance to put it into action.
As Tshar spoke with authority she wanted to curl up and agree. But knowing that she had hurt him, she didn't want him to carry her which would cause him more pain. Anastasia was determined that she could make it to where they were going. "Oh so we're going to a cabin." Whether he let that slip or not wasn't sure to her, but she picked up on it. But he was right, they really couldn't stumble out into the city, especially seeing he was a shifter and her, a human. She could only imagine the look of the people's faces seeing a shifter carry a wounded girl around. And if he put the eye patch on so no one could tell he was a shifter, well then it'd still be bad for a guy to be carrying some one who was shot.
"Now don't tell me where we are or where we aren't going sir," she gave him a determined look, "If we're going to this cabin I'm walking there ." One of Anastasia's flaws was her stubbornness. Sadly she wasn't one to give in even if it was for her benefit. If she said no she was sticking with it. Tshar would have been better off it he'd figure that out and just accept it. And the cabin couldn't be too far, right? None the less she was walking, they'd have to take breaks if it came down to it but no one was carrying her when they were injured themselves.
Crossing her arms she looked at the red haired man. She wasn't moving and that was final. If he tried to touch her to make her move, he'd have a problem. Of course she did have to be careful because, if he went to grab her and she pulled away she could potentially hurt him again. And that would be bad, wouldn't it? Anastasia was afraid of the thought of hurting him even more and was unsure how she'd keep him from touching her but was determined to do it.
Her leg getting tired, she plopped down in the snow, arms still crossed and looked at her shoe. There was no doubt that Anastasia wasn't very good at hiding her pain. After all it never dawned on her that she can hide almost all of her emotions so well, but couldn't hide her pain. Looking at Tshar he seemed to look okay, besides clenching his jaw or grinding his teeth now and then. "Now can we go? You're loosing blood and that leads to fainting." Fainting would be bad, especially since she couldn't lift him. They'd be stranded unless she went for help in which case they'd find out he was as shifter. But in reality, she was shot first and was a lot smaller compared to Tshar, so she was more likely to pass out first. Of course she didn't think of that.
Just like that Anastasia's mind began to wander. She started thinking about the cabin. What it looked like, what was inside, who lived there, how Tshar knew about it. She was suddenly fascinated with the idea and became completely oblivious to the world around her. If Tshar even spoke to her, she wouldn't have noticed though a slight stinging from her foot did keep itself present in the back of her mind.
OOC: lalala yeah not much to work with from me, sorry Acty it's also kinda short xP but feel free to power play as much as you want ^^
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 9, 2010 9:12:33 GMT -6
Yet another quiet sigh expressed his aggravation with Anastasia. If only she wasn't so stubborn, then he could easily get them out of here. He was way too used to hauling injured people around while he himself was injured as well. The 5 miles to the cabin might be a bit of a stretch if he didn't stop the bleeding, but he knew as a fact that she couldn't make it like this. "Yeah," he replied slowly, giving no details about it just for safety reasons.
This woman was so stubborn that it was driving him crazy. He could deal with Ankh's stubbornness, but as she was injured and still stubborn, he knew he was just going to end up having to throw her over his shoulder or make her a crutch or something. However, that would take time and it didn't take long for something to get infected. The bullet in her foot had most likely gone right out the other side, just like his had, creating another extra exit wound in his back. It would be bad if it got infected. After standing for not very long at all, she sat down on the tainted clearing. "Walk the 5 miles to the cabin? You're unable to stand for more than 5 minutes, let alone walk!" he exclaimed, getting more frustrated by the moment. At this point, he was going to just flip her over his good shoulder and carry her there.
Anastasia even said something about him losing blood and fainting. "Relax. I haven't fainted since I was a child," he replied, instinctively running his hand over the deep scar along the left side of his face. Tracing the top of the wound at the top of his forehead down to his jaw, he pushed the murderous memories once again out of his tortured mind. "It's you I'm more concerned about," he added.
Sitting down on the ground as well, he started to rummage through the weapons he had. There was some medical supplies in there somewhere. "Give me your foot," he said simply. Taking her ankle in his left hand, he started to remove the shoe and sock as gently as possible. Realizing how much pain she was probably in, he reached back in and retrieved some surgery strength Ibuprofen. "Take the prescription on the bottle," he added, tossing the bottle to her, the relatively full bottle of pills making a fair amount of noise as they dropped to the side of the distracted girl. Tshar decided to take advantage of this moment, and taking a handful of snow, he put it on both sides of her bleeding foot to numb it best that he could. After he was fairly sure it was numb enough, he took out some disinfectant and put it on the wound. Pulling out some gauze, he held it to the hole in her foot and then took out a bandage. Tshar then wrapped it securely around her foot, but not enough to cut off circulation.
Pulling her sock clumsily over her foot, he then left the shoe off for the girl to put on by herself. Taking off his own badly stained shirt, a barrage of scars became visible. Ignoring any looks from Anastasia, he started to rummage through the weapons again. Though silently hoping that the Ibuprofen would end up making her tired and dizzy enough to give in, he started to address his own wounds so they could make it to the cabin. He tried his best to do the same to his own wound, but couldn't manage to wrap the bandage around. Muttering about what an unlucky spot to be shot, he tried to figure out what to do. It was possible just to leave the wound the way it was, but that would not be smart. He would bleed to death if he didn't bandage it, no matter how much he pretended he would be fine no matter what.
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ooc;; I've never been good at powerplaying...xD Your post was more than I needed, Tagz. Thanksss. <3 Sorry if there isn't much to work with again. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 9, 2010 11:11:56 GMT -6
Anastasia could tell this man was getting annoyed with her for not cooperating. What, it wasn't her fault! She just didn't want to cause any harm to his injured shoulder. They could have gotten far by now but Tshar was being just as stubborn and wouldn't let her walk. Did that mean she had a right to be mad at him too? After all he wasn't going along with what she wanted. Then he started yelling at her saying she could barely stand. "Don't tell me! I can do what I want!" she yelled back at the man. And honestly it was the truth. She had no family, few friends who she most of the time avoided, and no significant other. Other than having to report to work, she was a lifeguard at a community pool, Anastasia had no one to report to, no one in charge of her.
What did only fainting as a child have to do with now? He could still faint now. After all he could bleed to death, eventually his blood loss would cause him to faint. No one was invincible to fainting it just mattered how long it was before they passed out. "That doesn't matter! You could pass out now who cares when the last time you passed out was." Frowning she looked at the man, why couldn't he just give into her stubborn ways? "Don't worry about me, I've never passed out." She figured if he was using "I haven't passed out since I was a kid so I won't", she could use "I've never passed out so that means I won't either."
Mid daydream Tshar sat on the ground next to her. She had pictured the cabin as small, and made of wood. Inside wood floors, a couch, fireplace,bathroom, and some other chairs. Maybe a bed and a possible kitchen. But maybe not a kitchen considering she assumed it had no electricity there for no heating. Maybe initially it did, but since it was in the middle of the forest she assumed no one used it much and that stuff had been shut off. She also thought maybe he lived there, in which case it had electricity, but that also meant there'd be most likely other shifters. She hoped not considering they might not take him bringing her there so lightly. Anastasia hadn't even felt him come closer which was odd considering he was a little bit warmer. Normally when she was cold and something warm came near her, she'd move closer. Tshar then started speaking to her, but she didn't hear him, and next thing she knew he had her ankle.
Snapping out of her daydreaming from the pain of him removing her shoe and sock. Quietly whining she looked to see what he was doing and quickly looked away tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't want to see her foot at all, that's why she had planned to keep her shoe on and not touch it. Apparently he noticed how much pain she was in and threw some type if medicine at her. She was in a lot of pain so her actions were quite jumbled and she wasn't so sure what was going on. Unlike her normal cautious self who would have questioned Tshar on what medicine it was, where he got it, what it does, and the side effects, she quickly took the medicine and handed him back the case. Distracting herself yet again she started thinking, but this time about Tshar. She first pictured him with a family with little redheads, but decided he didn't have a family. If he did he wouldn't be running around with all those weapons, he'd be protecting them. Instead Anastasia made up what she thought his life was like, as well as the people in this life.
In the back of her mind she felt her foot started to get cold almost to the point where she couldn't feel it. Panicking she quickly snapped back into consciousness. At that point Tshar cleaned her foot and was wrapping it. It was still obviously painful and she winced because he was touching it. He then put her sock on causing more pain, but she gave him a faint smile and put on her shoe which was just as painful. "Thank you." she whispered quietly looking down at her foot. She then looked at Tshar who had taken of his shirt. Blushing she looked away but couldn't help but to look back when she heard him muttering. He couldn't cover his wound, Anastasia figured the least she could do is help him considering he helped her. Moving closer to the man she wrapped up his wound the best she could. She didn't care if he wanted help or not, she just wrapped it up anyways. Smiling she backed away realizing she had gotten a little close while fixing him up. "Aren't you going to take some of the medicine too?"
It was a odd feeling, Anastasia had almost lost the feeling of the pain in her foot. In fact her whole body started to loose feeling. Squinting her eyes she made her way over to a tree and leaned against it. She figured it was blood lose or just her body becoming numb due to the cold. It may have been a mixture of the cold, blood lose, and the medicine. But it occurred to her that he had given her medicine and she hadn't felt like this until after she took it. It did take some time to kick in too, which meant it had to be the medicine. "What the hell did you do to me? I-" Her speech was slurred though certainly he could understand what she was saying. She had never experimented with drugs or alcohol in her younger years, though she was still only 19. None the less she didn't want to do any of those things, but her body was not used to the feeling plus her small size meant the drugs would hit her faster and stronger that some one bigger than her or some one used to drugs. Anastasia had a overall drowsiness that made her not want to move, nor could she, plus her sleepiness was accompanied by a dizziness that caused her to have a terrible headache. Anastasia was slipping in and out of sleep until her body gave in and let her pass out.
OOC: woo there you go I knocked her out for you :3
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 9, 2010 16:03:59 GMT -6
Tshar hadn't really payed attention to how much medication, but when she passed it back to him, it felt a little lighter than it should be. He frowned slightly for a moment, but realized that this might help him. If she had taken enough, it would knock her out for a few hours. That was exactly what he needed.
Smiling slightly when she said thank you, he struggled to bandage his left shoulder. He usually had some help bandaging around his upper back, where he couldn't reach. Trying to figure out how he could bandage this on his own, he almost didn't notice Anastasia move closer to help him with his bandage. It wasn't done half bad, actually. He knew plenty of people who couldn't wrap it to save their lives. "Thanks," he replied softly, not answering the question about the medication. Picking up the bottle, he took the prescribed 1 pill. Only one wouldn't knock you out, but 2 or more definitely would for someone her size.
He felt fairly bad when it finally dawned on her that the medicine was making her numb. As she stumbled over to lean against a tree, he leaped up as painfully as possible and went over to catch her when she collapsed. Tshar felt even worse when she stared asking what he had given her. Catching the unconscious girl, he propped her against the tree gently. Walking over to where he had left his stuff, he strapped it around his chest like he usually did and put his blood stained shirt on. Stuffing his key into his pocket, he went back over to where Anastasia was. Pulling the light girl onto his back, he decided to shift into his second form to make the trip faster, even on only 3 legs.
After about 6 seconds, he was in his second form of a White Tiger, his crimson eyes blaring against his white pelt. With Anastasia laying comfortably on his broad back, he began a decent run. Going about 8 mph in this limping run, he would make it to the cabin in an estimated hour and a half. With all his weapons disappeared into the White Zone, there was nothing to go wrong for now.
After about an hour and a half, he arrived at the familiar cabin. It was used by his family every summer, but now that the rest of them were dead, he decided that it would be okay to use it. Shifting back into a human, he caught the unconscious girl with his good arm and carried her through the open cabin door. Laying her down on the couch, he rummaged through a cupboard and pulled out a blanket. Laying it over her, he decided to change her bandage. Moving down to her foot, he started to unwrap it. Taking off the gauze, he pulled out some fresh wrappings and bandaged her foot again. Walking over to the trash can, he plopped in the soiled bandage.
As the Ibuprofen had made most of his pain go away, he decided to go chop some wood for heat. Wandering outside again, he went to the back and pulled an axe out of the shed. Going to the wood pile, he started splitting one piece after another, after another. As he was already tired from running, he was exhausted after chopping a fair amount of fire wood. Picking up an armful, he returned to the cabin and placed them in the fireplace. Reaching to the mantle, he pulled some flint down and started the thawing fire. Soon, it would easily heat the whole cabin.
Tshar felt quite at home in this familiar cabin, though he was uncomfortable being here without his family. Walking outside into the cold again, he decided to sit up a tree. Climbing up the oak with ease, he perched himself in the middle and just sat there like he used to as a child. Sighing at the memory, he wondered if Anastasia had any family that would be missing her right now. He decided to ask her whenever she woke up.
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ooc;; Wooo. That was so much easier with her unconscious. xD Thanks, Tagz. <3 Made his life easier. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 9, 2010 18:33:30 GMT -6
Anastasia would have been amazed at the fact that she was that close to a tiger. Obviously not a real one but to be near a shifted shape shifter would have seemed so cool and unrealistic. But her numb body couldn't break out of it's drug induced sleep even if it wanted to. Tshar was lucky she hadn't refused to take the medicine, otherwise he'd either be forced to let her walk or carry her kicking and screaming. Both of those options didn't really seem like ones he would want, but he got lucky. If Anastasia realized her carelessness caused her to loose and give into being carried she would have been furious at herself. She would have been so angry that she was that dumb.
Not surprisingly the cabin was just as cold as outside. Tshar placed her on the couch and her body layed there limply. He was a little loud looking for blanket and eventually layed one out on her. It was actually pretty soft and did keep her somewhat warm, well warmer than what she was before. Anastasia began to curl up under the blanket but Tshar grabbed her one foot, so that one did not accompany her other leg as she curled up on the couch. Anastasia would have cried as her re-bandaged her leg, so it was some what of a benefit to be passed out. Once Tshar let go her foot made it's way next to her other one, now she was completely in a ball under the covers. That was something she did subconsciously when ever she was cold.
Eventually Tshar had chopped wood and started a fire. The fire had made the room a comfortable temperature pretty quickly, and normally Anastasia would have relax and uncurled. But even in her sleep her body knew it wasn't her house. The couch didn't feel like her bed, it was quiet unlike her apartment in the city, it smelt different, and even the blanket had a smell she wasn't used to. So her body stayed tense trying to protect herself in case she was at a dangerous place. No one would be missing Anastasia, it was winter, so she didn't even have to go to work. She could stay as long as she need, wanted to, or was forced to stay. The only thing was she couldn't really leave because she was asleep through the trek to the cabin so she was completely clueless as to where they were. That no doubt would also make her mad, knowing she had no way of leaving if she wanted to.
Anastasia had a habit of talking in her sleep. She mentioned the man with the red hair quite a few times. If Tshar had reentered the cabin he most likely would have thought she was talking about him, when in fact she was referring to Rowan a different shifter whom she had allowed to come into her apartment after helping her find her way home. But eventually she did say something about Tshar referring to his eyes and how she thought they were pretty. Anastasia mumbled how she wanted to know what animals his forms were and that she wanted to see them. Of course she wouldn't dare ask him that, but when she was asleep, Anastasia spoke what she was really thinking. It was a good thing for the most part she lived on her own otherwise people would know things they shouldn't thanks to her sleep talking.
Eventually she had started to drift out of her sleep. Cracking her eyes open, the first thing she saw was a fire. Disoriented she rubbed her eyes and stared at the fire then at the blanket and couch she was on. This wasn't her home and she honestly wasn't sure where the heck she was. A annoying feeling mad her look at her foot, not so much a pain considering the medication was still working but just a irritating feeling. "Ughhhh." After looking at her foot and seeing the bloody bandages she started to remember what exactly had happened. And that meant she was at the cabin. But Anastasia didn't recall walking there. In fact the last thing she remembered was taking medication from Tshar and then loosing control of her body. He had drugged her, well she drugged herself but he gave it to her, and ended up carrying her even though she said he wouldn't.
Frowning she just layed there on the couch, still numb and a little too weak to get up. None the less Anastasia had some questions for Tshar. First of all she never was told his name. Also she wanted to know how to leave, she planned to leave now of course if he forced here to stay there wasn't much she could do, but she would throw a fit if he didn't let her go. As well as what was that medicine. It never dawned on her that he might have felt bad when she came to the sad realization of what the medicine did, and when she questioned him that he might have even the slightest felt sorry for the young girl. Although most people would when they saw such a small girl panic and look them in the eye and ask them what they did to them. Lastly she wanted to know if she should go to a doctor. Whether Tshar was in the room or not she was unsure about, but if he wasn't he do doubt would notice she was when he came in because she was constantly moving the blanket unable to get comfortable in a unfamiliar place alone. And if he was there then he must have noticed her moving around and waking up. He'd have hell to pay when he did come over to her because she wasn't exactly liking him that much. Though she did feel kind of bad considering he went out of his way to take care of her when he could have left. Maybe she'd be nice, maybe.
OOC: I didn't proof read, shoot me. So yeah there'll probably be some typos. Oh and I know xD not so fun carrying a girl kicking and scream huh?
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 10, 2010 17:29:15 GMT -6
After sitting in the tree for about an hour, he realized how hungry and exhausted he had become and decided to go make himself some food. Walking to the back of the wood cabin, he passed the wood pile with axe still stuck in the splitting stump and made his way to the back door. Opening it, he remembered more of why he hadn't come here in so long. The familiar place smelled so much like his mother. Sighing, he stepped to the cupboard and started looking for some non-perishable items. Pulling out a can of tomato soup, he put it on the counter and looked for a glass bowl. Finding one quickly, he dusted it off and put it on the front burner. Flipping the switch to Medium, he picked up the can and used the can opener fairly painfully. Pouring the concentrated contents into the bowl, he added some water from the tap and put it on the burner. Tshar stepped back and sat down in the kitchen chair.
Licking his lips, he sat back and waited for the soup to come to a boil. He really wished this place was stocked with other things besides spoiled foods and non-perishables like soup. Then he could actually get some decent energy into himself and Anastasia. The entire cabin was very warm at this point, letting the welcome warmth thaw his frozen body. That's the way he liked it. His body frozen solid. It certainly helped the pain in his shoulder.
After a bit, the soup came to boil. Getting up, he flipped the burner off and took the bowl off the stove and put it on a cold burner. Going into a cabinet, he retrieved two white bowls and set them on the counter. Rinsing them with water, he washed away the old accumulated spider webs and dust. Pouring the soup into the two bowls, he pulled two spoons out of the drawer as well and slipped them into the soup.
Hearing Anastasia rolling around on the couch making a lot of noise, he thought about going to ask her how she felt, but decided against it at first after thinking about how pissed she must be because she had accidentally drugged herself. After the soup had cooled enough to eat, he entered the room with the bowl in his hand. "Oi, got some soup for you," he called, placing the bowl on the corner table by the head of the couch. Sitting in his father's old dusty recliner, he sighed as he fell into it, suffering from all the familiarity. "Don't you have anyone worried about you right now, girl? Someone calling the cops to come out and arrest me for abducting you?" he questioned, is head resting in the same spot as his father's had.
Tshar silently stared at the ceiling. How many times as a child had he stared at it, wondering about the growing world? Oh how he missed those days with an agonizing desire. Closing his eyes, he pictured it again. Him killing his family. It was his fault. All of it was his fault.
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ooc;; Looked fine to meee. Much, much easier this way. xD Sorry it's short and not all that good. At least he was a good boy and made her some food. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 10, 2010 19:31:25 GMT -6
Finally Anastasia heard the familiar voice of the man she had been around practically all day. Actually she was getting quite comfortable around this man and it was odd, she didn't even know his name. Soup? That was probably one of the worst things he could have given her. Not only did she hate soup, but tomatoes were equal in hate. Of course she didn't know what kind of soup it was. Leaning up to grab the bowl she proceeded to look in the bowl. Quietly groaning she decided what to do with it. She could eat it,be grateful they had something to eat and it was nice of him to make food for her after all. A look of disgust was plastered across her face, actually make that gag it down, not eat it. Option number two was to not eat. She really wasn't that hungry but from what she knew about this man he was concerned with her. If she denied the soup, next thing you know he'd be worried she'd starve on top of the fact she needed food to build back all the energy she lost and force her to eat. Sighing she picked up the spoon and stared at the red liquid on the spoon. This is so nasty. How do people even eat this? Tightly closing her eyes she moved the spoon closer and forced the soup in her mouth. After some fighting with her mouth she finally forced it down the back of her throat. She proceeded the same act multiple times before she broke. "Thank you for the food but I'm sorry I can't do this," she put the soup on the table, "I don't like it. Honestly I'm not trying to be mean I appreciate it, that was just painful to force myself to eat." She then gave him a faint smile and leaned against the back of the couch. "But don't worry I'm not hungry anyway! And and and I really don't need to eat." Her weight betrayed that last statement. Her doctors already were telling her she needed to gain weight and that was when she was at home eating like a pig, her body just had a hard time getting fatter and stronger. So eating even less wasn't helping that. Then there was the fact she was still pretty weak but hopefully Tshar didn't take notice to both of those points on why she did need to eat.
Some one worrying about her, calling the police to file for abduction. Well nope, no one would be looking for her. In fact no one would even notice. Her paycheck which was sent to the bank took care of everything. Even her landlord took the money right out of her account. It would be like she was there. "No sir.... um actually what's your name? And I'm not girl, I'm Anastasia. But no. My family and I never got along so we went separate ways. No boyfriend. My job is closed during the winter but sends a check to my bank account and my landlord gets his money from there." Sighing she realized he could keep her here as long as he wanted. Well wasn't that just lovely. "I guess it's never to late to date though I mean I'm only nineteen. I know I don't look it, people always I assume I'm younger... I guess it's because I'm well.... small? I've got time to find some one though, but yeah dating and what not isn't really my thing. How old are you?" She looked at Tshar wondering how old the man actually was. Anastasia couldn't have guessed even if she wanted to.
"Abducting, well I'd have to agree that's what I'd call it. You know I said I was walking here. Then you gave me those damn drugs and I took too many." She spoke bitterly and glared at Tshar. She was half mad at him but mad at herself as well. Figuring it was best not to be mad at some one taking care of you she lightened her stare and pouted. Fine, she wouldn't be mad at him but she could be mad at herself. Though she did want to walk there. Anastasia hated the fact that she had no clue where she was. "Do you think I need to go to a doctor?" Maybe she did, but for some reason she doubted he would have went through all this trouble just so she could go to the doctor. She supposed it was probably best considering she'd have to explain how she got shot. "Never mind I guess that'd get you caught huh?"
After moving around restlessly for some time it seemed hopeless. She wasn't going to get comfortable in a place where she was sleeping alone. Every other time she had slept some where that wasn't her house, she was with a girl and they'd sleep together and practically cling together. Well she wasn't going to ask to sleep in arm's reach of Tshar let alone right next to him. So that meant she wasn't sleeping, at all, unless he slept close to her. But of course he wouldn't know why she couldn't sleep and Anastasia wasn't telling him that she isn't comfortable sleeping anywhere but her house unless she's got some one there. Her eyes looked out the window and noticed it was getting dark. "Oh no! It's almost night time." Panicking she started to get very upset. "I-I-I," her cheeks turning red with embarrassment over the fact she continued, "I'm afraid of the dark. I can't sleep anywhere but my house unless I'm sleeping with some one. I need to go. So I'm leaving, how exactly do you get out of here?" She decided earlier not to tell Tshar but she firgured telling the truth might get her out. If he knew she was scared maybe he'd feel bad and let her go. Anastasia knew it was a fat chance that Tshar would let her go though. Sighing she answered for him, "Well I know you aren't letting me go, but I'm leaving tomorrow, well you won't let me leave then either. Well I think you should. Of course I had to sleep the whole way here so I have no clue where we are. Typical. But you can't leave that fire on all night. It could cause the house to catch on fire so we'll have to put it out. But then it'll be extremely dark and cold." Sighing once more she wondered how in the world she was going to make it this night, let alone more nights in this unfamiliar cabin in the cold and dark nights pretty much alone since there wasn't much Tshar could do to fix her fears.
OOC: yup she's a baby -pats- ;3
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 11, 2010 19:22:43 GMT -6
Anastasia was obviously disgusted with the tomato soup that Tshar had brought before her. At first, she simply stared down the red mixture, but then eventually started eating it. The childish faces of disgust she wore on her face as she quickly ate it were very amusing. This was probably some of the best entertainment of the day so far. After she had conquered a few mouthfuls, she gave up and stated that she simply could not eat this. She even lied that she wasn’t hungry and didn’t need the food. Pathetic really when it was plain to see that she was underweight as it was. Tomato soup was the healthiest item he had in the cabin at the moment. It was this or nothing as far as he was concerned. He quickly decided to force feed her the food. Handcuffing her to the couch would be decent enough, even though it would completely look like rape.
However, before he got a chance to remove himself from the recliner, she had already started saying something about not knowing his name. With a quiet sigh, he settled back into the chair and decided how to answer the question. He could just lie, but then again, the girl had already given him her name and it seemed to be truthful. “I’m Tshar…,” he answered, his uncomfortable voice betraying his composure. Anastasia was it? He’d have to remember that if he got anywhere in convincing the girl anything. Anastasia reassured him that there was absolutely nobody looking for her. That would be very helpful for him, but very unlucky for him. If he had been some crazy stalker, she could be murdered and nobody would discover this unless they found her body; if they found her body.
He started thinking when she started rambling about dating. It was very surprising that she was 19. He had her taken for 16 or so. Oh well. I guess it was better to deal with a rational adult than some child. Tshar shifted uncomfortably as she asked him how old he was. That was never a question he liked to answer. ”Uh…actually, I’m 26…” he replied, awkwardly running his right hand through his red shock of hair.
As she started to talk about how he had taken here against her will even though she had wanted so badly to walk on her bad foot, he sighed. This was going to get nowhere. ”I told you to take the prescription on the bottle. Not my fault you took more. Anyways, not like I’d have let you walk,” he muttered. After she asked him about going to a doctor, he almost said yes. It would be the smart thing to do. As long as she didn’t go tattling on him, that would be smart. Especially since she was human. Though, she was very right in thinking that he would end up getting caught. If he brought her to a hospital, he’d get snapped off to SEG before he could even blink. It was a sad thing to see all the places that SEG had penetrated already. Almost everywhere had someone with deep ties to the organization of the devil.
Tshar continued to sit there watching Anastasia twist and turn uncomfortably on the couch. When she glanced out the window, she seemed to flip out when she saw how dark it was. After, she even admitted to being terrified of the dark. She also then asked to be let out of this cabin, but then she quickly answered for him. It was a relief on his part to not have to respond to this question. He technically could let her go, but that wouldn’t be good for his own welfare at all. Tshar sighed inwardly. “I’ll keep the fire going. It’s not going to burn down the cabin. It’s been kept going at night for-“ he stopped himself, realizing how close he was to giving away one of the secrets he currently held dear. “It’s not going to burn down,” he finished before standing up.
Walking to the closet, he retrieved the handcuffs. He held them in his large hands, folded over so that they couldn’t be seen. Coming over to the sofa, he took his hands and put them on hers. It looked very weird, like he was making a move on her. Quickly clacking the handcuffs into place on her wrists, he slammed the other ends of the bracelets to the side table and leg of the couch. ”Look, I’m sorry about this, but you need to eat,” he said quietly, feeling truly guilty about this. Picking up the bowl of soup, he moved towards her. ”Open your mouth. I don’t want this to be hard,” he said, bending over her to try and force feed some of the quickly cooling soup. Frowning at the screwed shut jaw, he put the soup down and went back to the kitchen.
Rummaging through a drawer, he found a white plastic funnel quickly. Picking it up, he brought it back into the living room. Walking over to her, he pinched her nose with one hand and pried open her jaw with one palm. Shoving the funnel into her mouth with the right hand that was pulling the jaw, he held it in place while his left hand searched for the bowl. Picking it up, he removed the spoon. ”I did say I wanted this to be easy,” he added before beginning to pour the soup down her throat. ”Don’t choke,” he advised before stopping the pouring to allow her some air. Draining the rest of the thick red juice down the funnel, he removed it and walked back in to the kitchen, expecting to hear some very angry retorts.
Tshar quickly rinsed out the dyed pink funnel in some fresh water and set it in the sink. He decided to leave her handcuffed to the sofa for a while. She would most likely be very pissed at him. Who wouldn’t be, really? Having a funnel shoved down your throat isn’t an experience most people enjoy. Filling a glass with water, he walked back into the living room and set it on the end table. Unlocking one of the handcuffs with the magnetic key, he backed away, taking the handcuff with him. ”Sorry…here’s some water,” he said before sitting back down in the recliner. He sighed deeply, actually very sorry for having to force the soup down her throat. However, she had decided to be difficult so he would fight fire with fire.
ooc;; I swear there's no rape involved. o.O [/blockquote] |
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 12, 2010 14:21:17 GMT -6
Anastasia wondered why he had been so awkward when telling her his name and age. After all she had quite willingly given him that information and yet he seemed so uncomfortable admitting any of that. "That's a nice name." She smiled and tilted her head to the side. I don't think I've ever heard a name like that before. None the less there wasn't anything wrong with his name.... just different. "Twenty six. Hmmm nineteen plus one is twenty, plus six is twenty six. One plus six is seven. So you're seven years old than me." After she finished her simple math to figure out the age difference she nodded. Seven years wasn't that great of a difference, he wasn't old enough to be her parent which was good enough for her. Otherwise it would just be awkward. In fact some people even married people ten years or older than them, so surely friends could be about that old too right? Well that's what she thought, and to her that's all that mattered. She made a face at Tshar once he said it was her fault about the medicine. No it was his for giving her the medicine when she wasn't paying attention. Growling she decided not to answer because apparently he was pretty stubborn, not as stubborn as her, but stubborn enough to stand his ground when most people by now would have just given in a agreed to what ever she said. Yet he didn't which was odd considering pretty much everyone did and she wasn't really used to dealing with some one nearly as stubborn as her. Anastasia smiled again when he said he was keeping the fire going. That meant it'd stay warm, well that was a plus, not freezing through the night always is. That also meant light. At least it wouldn't get dark in the area they were in. Of course the areas around them would be dark. Like looking down a hallway or out a window. But she'd try her best not to, though normally she can't resist and in return she scares herself. And of course if he moved them to bedrooms, if there were any, then that light would be gone. Of course she had no clue what rooms the cabin had except the one she had, and considering Tshar brought soup from the other room, there was a kitchen. None the less she wasn't sleeping while she was stuck there. Anastasia didn't know the house therefore won't be comfortable unless she was close to some one and she wasn't so sure if she trusted Tshar. After all she knew him what, a day? So unless sleep deprivation or drugs knocked her out again she most likely wouldn't be sleeping. On the plus side she slept quite a while earlier so it wouldn't be that for today anyways. And she wasn't even that angry anymore! Watching Tshar as he got up she now knew another door lead to a closet. Watching, it seemed as if he went to grab something, but then walked away empty handed. Then he began walking towards her and placed his big hands on hers. Giving him a confused look, she then felt something close in around her wrists and then heard a click as the other side of the handcuffs were snapped onto furniture. Her facial expression went from confused to angry within seconds. What the hell is he doing?! Tshar then informed her she needed to eat and picked up the bowl of soup. Eyes going wide she tried to move but the handcuffs prevented her from going anywhere. He then told her to open her mouth, instead she clamped her mouth closed and glared at the man. He then scooped up some of the soup expecting to feed her like some child. Well she wasn't eating that, maybe if it actually tasted okay, but soup and tomatoes, she'd pass. Frowning he left the room and Anastasia assumed he had given up realizing she wouldn't give in. But just in case he hadn't given up she kept her mouth tightly closed and pulled with her arms trying to get out of the handcuffs. Tshar did come back, and he had something else in his hand. He then held her nose which kept her from breathing and tried to pry her mouth open. Thrashing around she did her best at trying to kick the shifter, and threw her head backwards trying to get his hands off. Instead she hit her head hit part of the couch, and Tshar got her mouth open. Within seconds plastic was shoved into her mouth, causing her to gag. He then said he wanted it to be easy. Well easy would have been just letting her alone. And then he poured the red liquid into the funnel, and since she threw her head back, the funnel was in line with her throat so the liquid was swallowed immediately she couldn't have tried to stop it if she wanted to. The soup was pretty cold now, and just plain nasty. Still thrashing he advised her not to choke and gave her time to breath. As soon as the liquid stopped she started coughing like crazy. But before she knew it even more soup was running down her throat. At that point she really did hate him. Anastasia wanted to go throw up, punch him in his face, and just leave. As soon as he finished she started coughing again and she watched as he left the room. "You god damn asshole! Screw you!," she hissed. Anastasia's parents raised her with great manners and she never ever cursed unless she was beyond mad. That only indicated just how much she wanted to get up and hurt Tshar right now, but couldn't even if she was free due to her size. It was one thing to not let her walk, but this? He force fed her and handcuffed her to furniture so she couldn't get free. She was furious, who the hell did he think he was that gave him the right to do that? Glaring as he entered the room she pulled at the handcuffs trying to get them off. Tshar took one handcuff off and placed water on the table then backed away. " You aren't sorry otherwise you wouldn't have done that!" At that point she wanted to throw that glass at his head. But decided not to considering he wouldn't take the other handcuff any quicker if she did that. She turned her head away even though the water would help wash down the taste of the soup. Deciding if he was going to be stubborn, she'd have to be even more stubborn. Anastasia wasn't going to eat or drink anything he would give her. She didn't care if she'd get dehydrated it was just the fact of she wasn't doing anything he would tell her to do. "How long are we staying here?" Based off of that she could figure out how many meals she'd be skipping, or attempting to skip because he could just make her eat just as easily as he had just done. "Now can you take this other handcuff off?" OOC: Sure Acty sureeeee.  and you said not yesterday |
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 12, 2010 18:04:50 GMT -6
Anastasia had seemed to have calmed down before, but now she was totally pissed off. It might have been a bit of a bad idea to shove the soup down her throat, but that was the best idea he could come up with at the moment. The girl needed her nutrition. He wouldn’t have carried her all the way here for her not to eat anything. It was really a sad thing that he would have to be doing this for a while if she continued to be so stubborn. She hollered that if he was sorry then he wouldn’t have done it in the first place, but he knew that he’d had no choice, really. There wasn’t much in the cabin that was good for her.
Staring at the pissed off girl, he wondered how long this would go on for. Maybe he should just start threatening her. It would make her hate him, but his concern was her recovery, not her opinion of her. He really had to haul ass back to his apartment sometime. However, he could come up with an excuse. He could have to take care of his manly “needs”, no matter how weird in his opinion it was. It was possible to use that as an excuse plenty of times. Besides, he had time off from work. That retarded intern could take his place for a while if needed.
As she started to question him about how long they’d be staying there, he realized he wasn’t actually sure. When she was able to use crutches functionally and didn’t get an infection, he thought. That was the ideal idea, though. He shrugged after a few seconds of thinking. As Anastasia asked if her other hand could be uncuffed, he decided that it would be alright. She seemed to be calmed down now. Removing himself once again from his chair, he moved over to her and undid the handcuff with the magnetic key.
Tshar retreated to the kitchen and started rummaging around. Tch. There was nothing decent to eat. He’d have to go shopping. Bad luck for him, especially since his shoulder was still hurting. Opening the bottle of pills, he popped one in and swallowed it dry. Deciding that he would go to the store tomorrow so that he could make something half-decent to eat, he determined that he would go get some sleep and be gone and back before Anastasia ever woke up. Wandering over to the bathroom, he removed a contact case from his jacket pocket. Removing the green shell from his eye, he fully exposed his other crimson iris. Placing the contact in the case, he rummaged through the bathroom cabinet to find his parent’s old contacts case. Pouring some ancient contact liquid into the case, he snapped it shut and shoved it in his jeans pocket. Entering the living room again, he plopped down into the recliner and glanced at Anastasia. “Get some sleep,” he said simply before putting the foot rest out and leaning back.
ooc;; Blah. That was no good at all. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. [/blockquote] |
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 13, 2010 13:53:30 GMT -6
Tshar shrugged when she asked how long they were going to be there. Well wasn't that just great! That meant more that two days and that's really probably as long as she could manage to stay here. What were they going to do the whole time? Just sit there in a cabin as time goes by? Well that's pretty sucky and no fun at all. It isn't hard to entertain Anastasia, but unless he was thinking ahead about how to keep them from being bored, then it was highly unlikely that he would even have the slightest idea what to do to keep her out of the state of boredom. Smiling as he took the handcuff off she wrapped her fingers around her wrist, rubbing it to make the marks from the handcuff go away. Anastasia watched as he went into the kitchen then some where else in the house. After a few minutes Tshar came back to the living room only this time his one eye was different. Staring at ,she realized his one eye had a contact on, it have never dawned on her before that both his eyes could be red. Honestly she wasn't trying to be rude his eyes were just so..... odd. She liked them a lot actually, in fact she wished she could have cool eyes herself. Anastasia wasn't paying attention to Tshar but she quickly realized he was speaking and decided to listen. Making a face, she was rather against sleeping. Mentally she wouldn't be able to sleep therefore even though her body could use the sleep she just wasn't comfortable. Plus who said he could tell her when she needs to sleep? Well Anastasia supposed that didn't really matter since he seemed to be doing what he wanted with her so far. None the less, she wasn't going to sleep so she needed some reason why she couldn't. "Uhhh......," quickly thinking she continued, "I can't I don't have clothes to sleep in. Plus if you were keeping me here, which you aren't I'm leaving tomorrow, you can't expect me to wear the same clothes everyday. You know underwear and that stuff? Yeah you aren't suppose to were them even twice. But that's really tomorrow's problem if I was staying. But you can't sleep in jeans it's not comfortable. " That was a legitimate excuse right? It seemed okay to her. After some time of sitting there and thinking Anastasia decided something else. "Actually I would need clothes if I was staying here, but I'm not, but that's not what I'm getting at. I'll just sleep in the jeans."Nodding she layed down on the couch facing the back of it. This was it was harder for Tshar to see her face. Her plan was just to fake sleeping, after all he'd never know. Tshar didn't know her sleeping habits and wouldn't be able to know if she was or wasn't faking. Though he may find it a little odd she had given up that easily, but she assumed he'd just be grateful. Wrapping herself in the blanket she closed her eyes. Purposely moving around uncomfortably for about ten minutes, she slowly started inching her eyes closed and moved less and less. At that point she layed there waiting for some time and then started mumbling stuff in her sleep. Anastasia knew that she actually spoke in her sleep, so if she didn't when she was faking and she passed out some other time he'd immediately know she was faking the whole time because she hadn't talked in her sleep before. All in all she did a pretty good job faking. Quietly she layed there just listening so see if the man moved, her hair covered most of her face so it was even harder to see, and now and then she'd mumble something. Pretending to sleep seemed to be the best option, after all she said she wasn't eating and was forced to, so if she said she wasn't sleeping who knows what he'd do to make her sleep. OOC: My post is boringggg and sucky sorry. Manly needs -giggles- are you sure it's just a excuse and not what he wants? just kiddingggg. |
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Post by Tshardin Kogoro on May 13, 2010 18:36:25 GMT -6
Tshar sighed to himself as Anastasia rambled on and on again about not being able to sleep. What a ridiculous child she was. All of the stupid words spilling out of her mouth made absolutely no sense unless you thought really hard about it. Of course she wasn’t leaving tomorrow. How dumb did she think he was? She obviously couldn’t walk still. Closing his eyes, he perfectly faked a deep sleep. The secret was your breathing. If you didn’t slow it, it would give you away easily. Though, he had to admit that Anastasia was doing a fairly good job faking. He smirked and then got up from his chair. Even though Tshar was exhausted, he had to go out and get some supplies. Silently walking through the house, he heard Anastasia mumble some more in her “sleep”. She was pretty good at this, he admitted to himself.
Opening the closet, he pulled out a pair of wooden crutches. His brother had broken his leg the last time they had been here so he needed some crutches. They were still here just in case. If he adjusted them, they’d be fine for Anastasia to use. Putting them down a few notches, he walked back into the living room and placed them by her on the ground. He placed his hand tenderly on the girl’s head before leaving. Smirking, he turned to the door and walked out into the murderous cold. Shifting into a Gray Fox, his first form in two seconds, he raced as fast as a maimed animal could go. He quickly twisted around trees limping off to town.
After two hours or so, he reached the city. It was still dark as hell out, but he could find a 24 hour shop somewhere. Still on the outskirts of the town, he shifted back into a human and wandered into town nonchalantly.
Spotting a 24 hour grocery store on the side of the road, he slipped in, only the bell jingling to announce his presence. Grabbing a cart instead of a basket to help his bum arm, he wheeled it with only his right arm down the isle. Going to the meat refrigerator, he glanced around the other isles to make sure no one was around. Of course nobody was. It was like 12 at night. Who in their right mind would be in a grocery store at 12? Well, apparently an idiot like Tshar would be. Digging a package of chicken breasts, ribs, steak and burgers from the freezer, he stuck them in his cart and continued on his way. This was a lot more difficult than usual with only one arm.
Strolling down to the fruit isle, he grabbed a bottle of BBQ sauce on his way and dropped it in the cart. It wouldn’t be smart to pick up too much. He only had one arm to carry things back to the woods where he could shift again and the food would go into the White Zone for convenient storage. Picking up a package of variety fruits, he added it to the cart and remembered the canned potatoes that he had seen in the house. That was one less thing for him to pick up. Deciding to pick up a thing of oranges, he added them to the cart. He loved oranges for some bizarre reason. Tshar was odd even with these and ate them with the peel. Disgusting to think about, but it was damn good in his opinion. Just like an apple, really. Vegetables were next. Wandering to the vegetables isle, he tried to decide what vegetables to pick up. Maybe he should just get a package deal like with the fruits. Grabbing a package of mixed vegetables, he tossed them into the cart as well.
Wheeling the cart to the cash register, he dug his hand into his pocket to retrieve his wallet. Pulling it out with his right hand, he painfully held it in his left while the right retrieved the right amount of money. Handing it to the clerk, he bagged his groceries and left. Afer tying the plastic handles together, he swung the bags over his good shoulder and walked to the woods.
Shifting back into a Grey Fox when he felt safe from wandering eyes, he went off to return to the cabin, hoping that Anastasia hadn’t gone and ran off with the crutches while he was gone. That would just be bad. She’d end up freezing to death.
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Post by Anastasia McKarney on May 17, 2010 15:17:31 GMT -6
Both people laying quietly, Anastasia heard Tshar get up and move around the house as quietly as possible. Eventually he came back to the living room and set something on the floor that made a slightly loud noise as the two items bumped against each other. Wondering what he put near her, she then felt his hand touch her head. Immediately her body tensed up but once she realized it wasn't a threat she relaxed. It was actually kind of odd that he was even touching her let alone just because. After all he touched her to put the handcuffs on and that was odd. But this time he had no motive, it reminded her almost what parents do when the leave their little kids.
Soon after Anastasia heard him leave after some time she sat up she saw the crutches. Growling, she pushed them away from herself. If she was walking she'd do it on her own. He couldn't make her use them and he really wasn't able to do much if she just got up and attempted to walk. Now that the mystery of what the crutches were was solved, Anastasia wanted to know where the shifter was going. In fact it dawned on her that she could leave right now because Tshar wasn't here to stop her.
After a little more thinking that was ruled out. It was too cold and dark plus she'd get lost because she had no idea where they were. Annoyed, she rolled around restlessly. Why in the world did she have to come out today? She could have stayed home and never met this man. She wouldn't have been stuck in some cabin. And her foot wouldn't be killing her. Anastasia sat still because all of her movement was causing a lot of pain in her foot now that the medicine wore off. It then had came aware to her that when she left she had a sweatshirt and bag. Scrunching her nose she scanned the room for her possessions. The sweatshirt was gone but her bag must have clung to her shoulder on the trip here and fell as they got into the house. Well that was a relief considering she didn't just loose most of her electronics.
Her cell phone was in there, which meant she could make up some excuse on how she found a gun and shot herself that way Tshar wouldn't get dragged into it, and some friend could come get her. After many unsuccessful tries to stand up, she fell off the couch landing on the ground. Pretty much crawling across the room she reached into the bag and found her phone. Flipping it open she noticed there was no signal, annoyed she threw the phone at a wall and continued rummaging through the bag. Why did the world hate her today? Sighing she pulled out and ipod crawled back to the couch, pulling herself up. Not being able to charge it meant she'd have to use it carefully, but considering the bad mood she was in it seemed like the best time to use it. Pushing the headphones into her ear, she hit shuffle, turned the volume all the way up and layed down. It was a good thing Tshar had left, she was in just a miserable mood. Everything was just overwhelming and completely weird. She wasn't necessarily mad, but more sad and in pain more than anything. Even the slightest comment could lead to her snapping and nastily replying. Hopefully she'd just fall asleep before he got back that way she wouldn't have to deal with him, but that was unlikely.
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and you said not yesterday