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Remiel
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« Thread started on: Sep 6th, 2007, 01:38am » |
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An eerie breeze whistled through the town, the calling of lost souls to warn those still living of horrors to come. Among the usual beggars and vagabonds hiding within shadows of foul smelling corners, was a lovely little girl with barely four years under her wing. She had deep dimples set within the puff of her rosy cheeks, and soft brown curls that bounced as she walked. Under her breath she sang a lovely little tune that sounded so sweet as to be candy for the ears. Her chubby little arms and round little belly were stuffed into a bright red overcoat, most likely to protect her from the new October chill. It was obvious she had not a care in the world, and she believed herself safe as can be on that littered-on street.
Remiel was entranced by that little girl. She stood perfectly still, her tall thin body cloaked in the darkness of night. Her sharp moss green eyes stared, lids narrowed to slits. Wonder how long it will take for her to be kidnapped, raped, ransomed and murdered, Remiel thought to herself. It had been well over a month since she came to reside on the planet and still she had not found her guardee, and every day that passed she became more appalled with the grim state of the world around her. Her wings had winked out somewhere around the second week, leaving her without light, alone, and entirely too uncomfortable. It had taken until the third week for her to stop trying to save every dimpled, starry-eyed girl that came her way. Her eyes closed as she breathed a deep sigh and gave up a fruitless prayer for that hopeless little girl, then turned to the door before her.
The high wooden door of the inn had obviously stood testament against time and harsh conditions. The wood was peeling, deep pockmarks littering the splintering surface. It was dark, stained most at the outer edges, then seeping in towards the center. The handle was a gargoyle with garnet eyes, warning those who entered with it's deathly smile. It did not seem the door that would welcome an angel on this dark night, and yet Remiel's soft pale hand grasped that too-large handle and tugged the door hard to feel it creak open. The bartender shot her a dirty look-what a welcome-and shouted a gruff greeting laced with impatience.
Taking a seat at the closest table, Remiel could not stop her hands from tracing the elaborate pattern on the side of the table. Live vines from the floor just barely touched the legs, but the wood itself was carved as if those vines wound the whole way up. The top of the table was well cared for and heavily varnished to a sheen. All in all, it was much more inviting than the door or the bartender had caused Remiel to imagine. The seats were comfortable with black cushions on dark wood varnished the same as the table-tops. It was the kind of beautifully intricate furniture Remiel would set up in her own home...if she had one.
A waitress coughed beside her, gasping when Remiel's grey-pupiled eyes swerved to meet her normal ones. "A beer, if you will." When the angel had started drinking, none could tell, but these days she drank like a bar lad named "The Tank" for a very good reason. Her drink arrived and she ordered another before chugging the entire contents of the first glass of the night. Hopefully someone would come to entertain her before she decided it was time to see how much she could drink before she started puking rainbows.
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Kyndra Adesina
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Re: Unhappy
« Reply #1 on: Sep 20th, 2007, 1:42pm » |
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Having a whole hour of forced lunch time to spend every day at work, Kyndra wondered about the rest of the Inn to see what sorts of interesting people or events she could come across.
Walking the halls she passed a few children running by, laughing their little hearts out, as an old blubbery man made his way after them gasping fearcely for air. Kyndra just giggled and shook her head as she walked on.
Not twenty minutes had passed on her hour when she crossed the Inn's bar and noted a harsh look on the bartender's face. Not that he ever grinned or smiled at anyone, but this look was harsher than normal.
Knowing that he never listened to her anyways, she did not even give a second thought to going over there and giving him a piece of her mind as it would on be a waste of time better spent elsewhere. Rather, she looked in the direction he had been looking to see what sort of innocent creature could cause such an awfull reaction. Innocent yes, cause the rare times he ever got the way he was now was when something good graced the place with their presence.
Laying her eyes on the angel that sat not all too far from where she was now standing, Kyndra walked slowly towards her with a smile on her face. A smile that slowly faded as she seen this angel chug down a glass of beer.
'She must be in a lot pain' Kyndra thought to herself as she pulled up a seat at the same table without asking permission. Something that was not like her, but she figured it had to be done.
She simply sat there looking directly at the angel with a concerned look on her face and waited for her to talk.
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Re: Unhappy
« Reply #2 on: Sep 26th, 2007, 4:54pm » |
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Remiel felt the goodwill of the woman before she sat down at the table. This did not mean that the angel so much as glanced in the woman's direction. Instead, she slugged back her second beer, ordered a third, and contemplated the vastness of the disgusting universe.
She laughed at nothing and suddenly met the woman's eyes. "Enjoying the sit with a falling creature?" The words belonged to a gutteral voice, but Remiel's sang out, beautiful and clear.
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Re: Unhappy
« Reply #3 on: Sep 28th, 2007, 11:37am » |
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Kyndra did not even take a moment to reflect on what she should respond, the words simply spilled forth with the utmost sincerity. "You have not hit bottom yet. There is still time for you spread your wings or, if you can't manage, call for help."
The Acquat did not like to see people suffer, and even less when they had good hearts. "If an open ear can help you at all, even in the slightest of ways, I've got two that I can lend." She leaned forward placing her elbows on the table and rested her chin in the palm of her hands.
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