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Post by Lolli ~ on Oct 22, 2007 21:01:59 GMT 1
There's only three rooms in the apartment. The bedroom which has no bed - instead there is an empty space for training and relaxing, the bed was moved to the main room. The main room with everything the Welsh girl needs, basically, and a television with a radio and police radio station to get updates on the city. And of course the bathroom. On the wall of her main room above her bed sits a picture of Mount Gwyneth. This inspires her and tells her that she is unique and that this mountain gave her these amazing skills. Whilst a family picture sits on her bedside table and she wakes up to it everyday, feeling slight guilt everytime she sees her dad's smiling face.
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Eolyn threw her bag on the floor. It leaked open and white shirts and socks poured out of it. She walked to the bedroom, used her little strength and pulled the bed out into the main room, kicking chairs down and aside to make room for it. She grabbed the curtains shut and leapt from one side of the room to the bedroom in one, tossing out everything left and landing cross-legged on the cold, wooden floor. She hummed and chanted Welsh words, strange wind gathered around her and encased her in a cool aura of mist. She smiled, thinking about seeing her fellow teammates - Vi and Spike especially. She suddenly thought of her dad's dying face and she fell forward, still. She crawled to the door and opened it. She forced herself onto her bed, weary and hot. Moaning, she shoved the window open and fell on her bed until she fell asleep.
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Post by Viempar on Oct 22, 2007 21:07:57 GMT 1
"Hey, Sweetcheeks. Wake up. Idiot, you sleeping at nighttime? God, don't you know vampires come out at night. Hedgehogs also." Spike stood by the window, his wings slowly folding back in, stiff from flying. He leant backwards and cranked his back. "God, Why do you have to live so far from the Beacon?" He said, slowly standing back up and walking to the sink. He turned on the tap and let it run for a moment, then drank straight from the flow. "I hope you sleep naked, Sweetcheeks." He said, wiping his mouth and knocking a pot of sugar over. "Damnit!" He cursed, wiping it up and steadying other pots. "Hey, I've already told you to get up so get moving!"
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Post by Lolli ~ on Oct 22, 2007 21:34:46 GMT 1
At hearing the beating of wings, Eolyn awoke, her eyes only ajar. The voice of Spike came through the window and she smiled quickly. She pretended to lie asleep, until he said the word 'naked' and turned away. When he snapped at her again, she leapt out of bed, soared over his head and landed in front of his face, smirking cheekily into his dark eyes. "I'm awake," she said blankly, sliding away from him to the kitchen area to get some water from the freezer. She did this to keep it extra cold. She slurped it down and shook her head, getting pysched. "I've meditated and I've rested," she said, facing the wall. She spun around with fire in her eyes "let's go."
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Post by Viempar on Oct 22, 2007 21:55:38 GMT 1
"Hum, Feisty. I like that. One moment let me do my nails." He lifted up his hands and the nails turned silver, long, spindley and ultimately deadly. He smirked at his work and stepped towards the window, opening his wings. "Vi's meeting us up at the Beacon. You're flying I take it? Apparently, he's got some new dig on the opposition. Calling themselves 'The Saviours', Ha! Lame Eh?" He strutted up to the window and stood on the ledge, sliding outside carefully. "Urgh, you need bigger windows." He commented, jumping off and free falling momentarily, unfurling his wings mid-air and rising upwards and back to give her space to lift off. "Lock up, there's alot of crime in the city you know! Haha!" He cackled into the wind and steadied himself, waiting for her to leave.
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Post by Lolli ~ on Oct 22, 2007 22:13:49 GMT 1
Eolyn raised her brow as the man commented on her windows. She wasn't rich, but she wasn't complaining. She sniggered at the sound of the opposition's name and followed Spike out of the window but instead soaring straight through it, shutting the window with her foot and diving into the sky, wind pulling back her loose ponytail so it fluttered like an eagle. She hovered near Spike, staying at the same level instead of above him (she was cautious with this man) and looked around at the city night life. Lights nearby flickered and the city looked like the ocean, ready to be polluted by her and her comrades. She gulped but embraced the fact. "I can't wait to..." she faded away. She shook herself all over, her kaftan rippled as she did so "I can't wait to taste human blood..." she looked at Spike over her shoulder seductively. Then she mouthed - "that's a figure of speech."
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Post by Viempar on Oct 22, 2007 22:34:10 GMT 1
"I was thinking, since when did you bite people? That's Vi's job, little nibbler he is. Apparently he has a blood fetish, hence why he's so calm around naked girls." He thought for the moment. "The fact he can't see them properly obviously has nothing to do with it" He turned and laughed, his mouth filling up with cool winds. "Right, speed up! I hate flying when the weather's about to turn nasty." He looked up and saw that the grey clouds were threatening to rain.
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Post by Lolli ~ on Oct 23, 2007 23:12:41 GMT 1
Eolyn rolled her eyes and sighed, picking up the pace in her soaring. "Are naked women all you think about?" She touched the side of buildings as she passed them, grinning and tasting the city air, immediately gagging at the smoky taste and smell. "Stupid humans," she spat "all they do is pollute!" She growled and performed a somersault in the air, feeling free and feeling the anticipation. She glanced up at the clouds and frowned. "If I get wet, this kaftan will be see-through," she muttered, hoping Spike hadn't heard her. "How's Vi then...?" she asked.
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Post by Viempar on Oct 23, 2007 23:23:58 GMT 1
"I sometimes stray to thinking about violence...but mostly yeah!" He looked at her and watched how her fatan rippled in the wind for a while. When he almost hit a post he swerved sideways and kept his eyes ahead of him. He used the feathers at the tip of his black beastly wings to steer, pushing down on them every now and again to keep his speed. "Vi's still an asshole, although he has been pretty useful hearing about all sorts of gossip. Apparently he has some kind of major plan in store, should be fun, lot's of blooshed. You'll like that." He arrived at the beacon and landed on a ledge, holding onto the window pane sides. "You first Lovey, My wings are cranky and need to fold slowly." He winced as his wings began to curl up, and sneered as the stiffness began to set in.
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