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Post by Egyptian Myth on Mar 23, 2008 17:55:09 GMT -5
( YEY. No particular plot; testing a new charrie, based on the lead singer/frontman of Foxy Shazam. :3 Someone love him, liek now kthx. :|
:B <3 )
Autumn, a busy night, around 10PM, in Ravenwing.
A pale young man likely in his late teens strode along the sidewalk, red Converse high-tops carrying him across the pavement. His hair was messy and relatively short, black-brown but more black than brown. Eyes the same color were shy yet daring, gazing about with a wary defiance but never holding eye contact for long. A small mustache accompanied by a dot-of-a soul patch clung to to his face, along with a thin beard lining his chin.
A large, long, red-and-black checkered scarf embraced his throat, the fringed ends reaching past a blue T-shirt to his waist, where a piano key patterned belt upheld tight dark blue jeans. Over the T-shirt was worn a black coat, the ends of the sleeves and edges of the hood furred.
His gait had an extra sort of bounce to it, his expression cool and some degree of happy. He seemed like a friendly, up-beat person; although there was a hint of secrecy. Despite that he appeared to be human enough, it seemed like there was something animalistic in him, something wild in his eyes waiting for its chance to dance...
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Post by Lunar Tragedy on Apr 6, 2008 20:31:33 GMT -5
Alura bobbed her head to the beat of some tune imprinted in her psyche, the consistent, rhythmic movement causing her choppy auburn hair to be flung about even more than the autumn breeze alone demanded. Her facial expressions were more content than usual for her, and her feet moved at an fairly quick pace, taking her through the streets of Ravenwing.
Against the breeze, she pulled the two unzipped sections of her large black hoodie tightly around herself. It wasn't too cold tonight, just cool enough to be enjoyable. The tall, thin girl would probably be out walking for several more hours if this sort of weather held up.
The hand not holding onto her jacket reached slowly down, clenching into a pale fist around the black fabric that made up her floor-length skirt. Alura liked holding onto things - it made her feel more comfortable and at home in a city so large. Small things made a big difference to her.
Her blue-green eyes flitted around, evaluating the conditions of all those around her while she continued to bob her head. Most seemed rather usual, faces that she would see whenever she strolled around about this time of night... But one that caught her eye for only seconds managed to make her smile.
'...I want to steal his scarf...' she observed silently, stilling her lithe form as she tilted her head sideways to look at him.
((-loves him liek now.-))
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Apr 15, 2008 15:25:42 GMT -5
( Lolz. :B )
His dark eyes were studying the pavement and his own feet for a minute as he seemed to space out, but upon the sound of someone approaching his gaze darted up. He found a girl with a small smile playing about her lips. His own twitched into a return smile, sincere although brief, and then he noticed her eyes weren't on his face but elsewhere on his person. But he couldn't figure out where - at least he knew it wasn't his crotch; he'd gotten that from fans before and it creeped him the fuck out. Confusion hovered on his face faintly as he wondered what about him was making her smile like that.
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Post by Lunar Tragedy on Apr 15, 2008 21:20:24 GMT -5
((Poor molested Foxy-persona... People should not rape him with their eyes. <3.))
It wasn't until the object of her attention began to stare back at her that she was drawn from her trance-like state, lifting her cerulean gaze from the coveted fabric to his eyes. Alura's expression shifted, suddenly shameful of how she'd been staring at a complete stranger only seconds before. True, she was only looking at an article of clothing, but it must have seemed rude anyway.
She smiled yet again, this one shy and a bit forced as she closed the distance between them to be only about a foot in length. Her thin arm lifted to wave at him, the baggy sleeve slipping downward to reveal a fishnet pattern over pale skin.
'It's probably best to at least give a polite hello so that he's not thoroughly disturbed...' The girl reasoned as she awaited some sort of a response. 'Plus, it's not like I have anything better to do tonight.'
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Post by Egyptian Myth on Apr 16, 2008 18:17:41 GMT -5
He blinked as the girl moved her stare and approached him, giving a little wave. ".. Uh... Hi." He said quietly, unsure of what she expected from him. She must be a fan; no one besides fans and prostitutes had ever just shuffled over to meet him, and he didn't think she was a prostitute. "Uhm..." He searched himself for a pen or Sharpie, patting his pockets and finding a black Sharpie in his right back pocket. He took off the cap and stared at her expectantly, awaiting what she'd indicate to be autographed.
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Post by Lunar Tragedy on Apr 18, 2008 17:18:23 GMT -5
As if she didn't feel awkward enough approaching a complete stranger, the man now lifted a Sharpie, holding it in plain view. Without knowing his celebrity status, she was just left completely bewildered, and the confusion showed on her face plainly.
Alura took a tiny step backward, raising her other hand in a gesture that supposedly signified surrender and harmlessness. Her head shook, auburn hair falling to shield her frown from his view. "Relax, I won't hurt you. Besides, do you really think a Sharpie would scare me away if I were trying to attack you?" The thought made the corners of her lips quiver, threatening to form a smile. Obviously, it was a ridiculous thought, but it was all she could come up with. Why else would the guy be holding a writing utensil up at her?
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TOAST. <3 
