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Post by angel on Apr 3, 2009 21:22:25 GMT -5
I woke up one summer morning, groaning as I got up. the bottoms of my feet were black from living on the streets for so long and I have bruises and scratches here and there. My hair is an unusual white and my skin is on the line between pale and tan, my eyes also changed color with my mood. I have no idea who my parents are and I have no real home, no real family, no food and no water. Summers and Winters are the worst when it comes to living on the streets, I should know, i've survived many.
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Post by Tiny on Apr 3, 2009 21:38:47 GMT -5
I looked around, wanting to figure where to go now, the hellbound was right on my tail, I had to hurry before it attacked me. I had lost my sword, while attacking it one the first hand, me being my headstrong, stupidness. Now, I'd have to pay the price for attacking it in the first place, instead of just running away from it. Curse my fathers headstrongness! What was I going to do now? If I led it to town, it might attack humans! I bit my lip while still running. While still thinking about what to do I fell downward, landing face first on the ground, "Thinking, and running, don't mix.." I muttered aloud to myself.
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Post by angel on Apr 3, 2009 21:44:55 GMT -5
I frowned as I saw a boy fall with a hell hound on his tail. I moved quickly to stand in between the boy and the hell hound, which came to a screeching stop. He barcked at me to be able to pass and I just shook my head. I wasn't letting this hell hound hurt the kid. I growled and it whimpered, running away. That was quick.
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Post by Tiny on Apr 3, 2009 21:57:43 GMT -5
I stopped and turned to see a girl there, my black hair moved into my face, and I was shocked I couldn't even push my black long hair out of my face to see. I glanced to see a girl there, "Umm, thanks?" I said, I didn't really have a bunch of great experience with talking to people. I sunk back a little, and my green eyes shown like a cats eyes. Well, of course they were cats eyes pretty much. I mean, my mother is Bastet. I tried my best to smile, but I was having a bunch of issues.
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Post by angel on Apr 3, 2009 21:59:19 GMT -5
"Hi. I'm Iris. That was easier than I expected." I turned to look at him. I hope he didn't see my scratches and bruises. My eyes were a calm green when they were an ember orange a second ago.
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Post by Tiny on Apr 3, 2009 22:09:07 GMT -5
I looked at the girl, "My name is Hawthorne." I muttered to Iris. I sighed, but then I realized that the girl, was sorta, well I'm going to say it : Pretty. I looked around trying not to think about it, because it was sorta awkward.
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Post by angel on Apr 3, 2009 22:13:56 GMT -5
"I..Er....Yeah I don't really have a home and I don't know if I even have a family." I blurted out, even though it came out as a whisper.
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Post by Tiny on Apr 3, 2009 22:18:40 GMT -5
I stared at the girl, so she was homeless? I sorta, felt sorry for her. But I couldn't just say, 'I'm a fallen god.' She'd think I was crazy! "Umm, yeah, me too." I said, softly. Still stilling on the ground with my black hair in my face.
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Post by angel on Apr 5, 2009 7:24:11 GMT -5
"Here." I held out a hand to help him up. I then heard a car stop. I turned around. "Oh no." I moaned. It was the agency thingy. I was hunted down to be put in foster care. I refused to be put in a building with a bunch of girls I don't know and move from home to home.
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Post by Tiny on Apr 5, 2009 13:19:35 GMT -5
I stared at Iris' hand then grabbed it and pulled myself up, "We should probably run now." I said, staring at the Child protection agency car. I knew about these human agencies because since I am only a child, they must think I need parents, when I already have parents, they just don't care about me. What idiots.
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Post by angel on Apr 5, 2009 14:26:40 GMT -5
I nodded and pulled Hawthorne along with me. There was a special way that I used to get away. I pulled him toward an alley far away from the one I stayed at and dragged him to the very back. There was a high stack of boxes that almost reached the roof of the building it was leaning against. I grabbed boxes that were just lying around and soon made a stair case to the top of the boxes. I heard the voice of a woman coming closer. "Go!" Get up to the roof!" I demanded. This was the only way I knew how to escape.
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Post by Tiny on Apr 5, 2009 16:21:28 GMT -5
I followed Iris, how could I cimb up the boxes, they wouldn't support my weight! I took a big breath, then turned to Iris, "promise you won't freak out." I whispered to her, then closed my eyes and BAM I was a small, green eyed, black cat. And I started to climb up the box step stairs.
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Post by angel on Apr 5, 2009 16:25:18 GMT -5
My mouth hung open but I quickly recovered and followed after him, The boxes crumbled behind me witch I wanted it to do that. When I got to the roof, all the boxes had tumbled down. I looked at Hawthorne(both are sitting down). "That was cool!" Then I saw the woman looking up at us from the ground. I got up to my feet. Walking away from the edge of the roof.
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Post by Tiny on Apr 5, 2009 16:34:10 GMT -5
I curled my tail around my paws and looked at Iris, "What? The fact that I can turn into a cat, that can speak to humans, or that we just ran away from some agency?" I mewed to her. I didn't want to show the girl my cat form, but hey, its the past now. So i'm going to have to deal with it.
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Post by angel on Apr 5, 2009 16:50:20 GMT -5
"The cat thing. I escape from the agency all the time because I pratically lived on the streets my whole life." I said matter-o-factly.
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