t3h He[ArT] bLe3dS
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Post by t3h He[ArT] bLe3dS on Aug 13, 2007 16:19:40 GMT -5
Nancy entered a cellar and smiled brightly and went down to investigate. She had always loved adventure. This was so exciting! All of a sudden, the cellar door snapped shut. The house was empty and she was all alone in a dark cellar with her wand to lead her way. She shivered. It was freezing down there. She coughed. She spoke softly, "Hello, is anyone there?" She waited for a reply, frantically begging that she wasn't alone.
She tried to go up the ladder again, but fell to the floor. Something wasn't right, but she had no idea what it was. She began to scream for help, banging on the walls. She was beginning to get tired. She slumped to the floor lifelessly, praying someone would come down and save her soon. She was running out of air and oxygen. Sweat fulfilled her thin face and tiny body. She only weighed 72 pounds and was 16 years old. She was dying every second. Would someone save her?
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Aug 13, 2007 17:51:40 GMT -5
( 56 pounds is absolutely impossible for a sixteen-year-old to weigh. >_> They would be dead. Anorexics weigh more than that. x_x )
A girl perhaps in her late teens strode about the alleyways casually, despite what suspicious place the alleys were to be and what a suspicious person she appeared to be. Semi-long, straight, white bangs came down mostly over the left side of her face from a camo military-style hat that was heavily adorned with buttons and safety pins. The back of her hair however, from what could be seen, was short and spiked, navy in color. Her top was a tight black shirt that entirely showed her mid-driff, the sleeves near elbow-length. A spiked belt with an eerily-grinning smiley for a buckle held up camo capris with various zippers and cargo pockets, heavy black tie-up boots extending down over the remainder of her legs and standing her on the pavement. Her hands had fingerless black gloves with that creepy smiley that was on her belt buckle printed on them, along with a watch on one wrist and several thin rubber bracelets on the other. A black jewel encircled by intricate silver designs glistened in the moonlight, attatched to a red and blue choker that hinted of ancient Egyptian origin.
Blue stripes encircled her face, her golden yellow eyes distant but nonethless observant of her environment, revealing little of her thoughts or feelings. She had slender, red, black-tipped fox ears where human ears would normally be, and just above her belt extended a somewhat fluffy, red, white-tipped fox tail. All of which suggested she was a common fox demon, despite the look in her eyes some might find familiar.
As she passed the entrance to a cellar that sat beside one of the many buildings making the alleyways, her ears twitched several times. She stopped, glancing at it with curiousity tinted in her golden eyes. Reaching down, she opened the cellar door, and as a breeze briefly blew across her face the black flight feather of a crow could be seen in her hair beside her left ear, either tucked in her hair or beneath her hat. ".. What's with the noise?" She asked quietly, more to herself than whoever was down there.
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t3h He[ArT] bLe3dS
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Raindrops on roses....
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Post by t3h He[ArT] bLe3dS on Aug 15, 2007 13:34:32 GMT -5
((I changed it to 73 pounds. And that is probable.))
Nancy lay there, but distantly she heard a small voice. She spoke loudly, as she woke up. "Help me! I am down here. HEEELLLLPPPP!!!" Nancy began to bang on the walls again and prayed someone was up there and would save her. She was too weak to climb, but was light enough to be carried. Her foot had been severely injured and her arm wounded from running into things. She hoped for a saviour to come!
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Aug 15, 2007 14:26:00 GMT -5
( x_x -sigh.- You are twelve. You don't know how much sixteen year olds are supposed to weigh. 72 pounds is on the VERGE of anorexic death. A rational weight, if she's intended to be scrawny and frail, would be somewhere from 103 to 115. And I opened the door already. D: )
The young woman blinked, fox ears twitching. "I'm coming down." She.. She... It wasn't walked, it wasn't climbed, it wasn't ran. She practically flew. She had jumped down, but her time in the air was slower and more.. controlled. Impossible by gravity's standards. She landed and trotted over to the small girl, kneeling down before her. Her golden yellow eyes reflected a dull red in the darkness, showing she had night vision. "Are you hurt?" She asked.
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t3h He[ArT] bLe3dS
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Raindrops on roses....
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Post by t3h He[ArT] bLe3dS on Aug 16, 2007 6:18:53 GMT -5
(She is almost dead. Unless you can help her, she is very close to death. She hasn't eaten more than a cracker or so that entire week. She thinks starving herself will help the pain. Oh, look out for scars on her wrists, a cut across her eyebrow, and the other injuries I posted last time.)
Nancy tossed and turned, holding her arm in pain and her foot was out straight. She winced at the pain, but when the girl spoke to her, Nancy seemed hardly surprised. She spoke softly and hoarsely, for she was out of breath and her throat was dry from yelling. "Y...yes. M...my arm and my l...leg have been injured." Blood poured from where Nancy held her hand tight over the wounds. No longer able to breathe, she looked at the other girl, then fell unconscious in her arms. Everything blacked out and she was lost, like falling through an endless pit of madness.
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Aug 16, 2007 16:44:02 GMT -5
( That's what cutting is for! .. Not that that's much better. xD )
Blinking, the fox demon spewed a string of 'what the hell am I going to do now!?' nonsense, ending it all with a mere ".. SHPUH." She rubbed her head, briefly thinking on what to do. "If she had stayed conscious a little longer I could have tested what hurt where.. hmm.. I guess I'll just have to pray on luck." She carefully picked the girl up in her arms, not terribly surprised at how light she was both due to the fact how skinny she was and the fact her flight muscles enabled her to carry heavier things more easily. So to encourage her flight muscles, she hovered off the ground a few inches and made her way to the exit rather than walking, then semi-slowly levitating up until they were out. Then she continued to float up until they were above the surrounding buildings. Now her golden eyes scanned the cityscape, ears perked. "Hmm. If you were an unattractive mugger-looking guy I'd drop you off at a hospital and leave you there for them to take care of, but I suppose I'll have pity on you due to the fact you probably like being interrogated as much as myself." She then went into semi-horizontal flight to ensure decent speed yet the safety of the one she was carrying.
Eventually they reached an old barn, but before entering the fox demon paused in the air, sniffing lightly, ears alert. Determining it was empty and hadn't been entered in awhile, she proceeded to fly in through a large hole in one side, then flying to the loft and setting the girl down in the soft hay. "... Damn, I didn't bring my bag.. I don't even have any bandages.." She thought a moment, sighing. ".. I guess I'll have to go get them. Hopefully you'll stay put until I get back. SAL!" A rather large crow seemed to materialize out of a thick, black, smoke-like stuff that appeared out of the air, swooping down and landing on the loft beside the fox demon. "Keep watch on her while I go get my medical shit. Don't let anyone in. Call for Adrian if back-up ever becomes necessary, although I doubt that will happen." The corvid nodded, nearly its whole body bobbing with the movement. The fox demon then took off in flight much faster than the previous, darting out of the hole and quickly disappearing into the night for her 'medical shit'.
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t3h He[ArT] bLe3dS
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Raindrops on roses....
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Post by t3h He[ArT] bLe3dS on Aug 16, 2007 17:16:43 GMT -5
Nancy lay in the barn, helpless and limp. She heard voices for a moment, then it stopped. She slowly gained consciousness. She tossed from side to side restlessly and her arm splintered into pain. Blood had stained her hand and seeped into her skin. Her eyes flickered open and closed, her open hand twitched. Her breathing stabled a bit. Slowly she began to awaken. She wasn't strong enough to push her entire body up, but she was able to look around a bit. She had several severe scars, but managed to find and see herself in a deserted barn.
Who was the owner of that voice? She remembered seeing a girl right before she passed out. Now a crow sat near her and she blinked, trying to readjust her eyes to the darkness of night. It had been day when she had gone down into that dreaded cellar. How long had she been trapped? Days? Hours? Weeks? She felt so confused. When would her rescuer come back, or would she even return? She hoped that she could at least thank the girl for saving her life. She'd be ever so grateful. But where was she?
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Aug 16, 2007 20:15:25 GMT -5
( There was just one crow there. Crows and ravens are different species, btw. >_>' It's day!? D: I thought it was night. Say it's night. wejfldksfks. )
The large corvid stared at its present charge, tilting its head and studying her with eyes that glistened a deep violet. It tucked its head under its wing and began to preen itself casually.
( Lulz. Short. Bonding time with Sal. :3 xD )
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