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Post by Melodia on Feb 5, 2008 21:12:34 GMT -5
“AND STAY OUT!”
His eyelids felt glued shut and slowly, with much effort, he blinked them open. The world was black and lifeless. A slight bzzt popped in his head and his blind stare began to diminish. The grass came into view, fuzzy at first until it focused and he could feel the trimmed blades tickling his nose. He was level with the ground, horizontal, his arms bent in an odd shape and his legs splayed out crookedly. The metal contraptions jutted from his back, folded twice over in a bulkiness that looked anything but comfortable. His entire body was sore, or so it felt like; his foot was swollen and his head was still fixing itself.
Things had not transpired the way Virgil had hoped. This land had seemed so bountiful, so full of promise! The woods were safe and cool and beautiful, such a change from the harsh desert heat and sand. He had stayed there awhile, alone, sitting on the ground or leaning against trees, listening to animals. When he slept it was only for an hour or so; he didn’t need much sleep. The silence would probably become oppressive to some people, but he had lived with it the short few years of his memorable life. Silence was good. Silence was familiar.
But all good things coem to an end. Virgil, unfortunately, got curious.
Sometimes he heard shouts and laughter in the night, and his eyes could make out the flickering of bonfires in the distance. He crept along, this shaded figure with metal wings, hiding behind the trees. And there they were, people, real people! Such a sight for his eyes to behold, being the first to see others than his “father.” So he hid and watched them all night long until they retired and then once dawn’s gentle fingers came down upon the earth he crept out, along the asphalt path he knew to be a road. He walked and walked and walked down, scattering ashes and wood with his worn shoes. And then the cars passed about once an hour and he would wave, a shy, hesitant smile on his face, unsure of how to flag one down for a ride. So finally a truck rolled on past and he muttered, “Hello?” much too quietly and stepped out from the side of the road. He twitched his hand, unsure, and the truck zoomed straight past, right over his right foot.
There were houses like those from stories further on. Virgil limped onwards, too scared to use the power of flight with people around and so instead putting unwanted pressure on his foot and forcing himself to walk. He was so relieved to see houses, though. Houses meant people and caring mothers and people who would take him in and watch over him and this living nightmare would end and the pain in his foot would stop all because of people! So he went to the houses but shy Virgil couldn’t bring himself to go to the doors so he paced up and down the lawns. And, unfortunately, Virgil’s shady look does not express his gentle nature. A man had mistaked him for “one of those,” a theif or robber of some nature. Or, perhaps, after his daughter.
And now poor Virgil lay on the cold, hard ground. The man had come out of the house and threatened him and Virgil couldn’t comprehend. So then the blackness came, a baseball bat to the head when the man got frustrated with him. Luckily he was so artificial that his head fixed itself, but his feelings did not pertain to that power.
He was sad, cold, and helpless. Virgil lay on the ground, opening and closing his eyes, his insides aching with the longing of a home or someplace to be instead of here. People were apparently not like they were in his books, when he read them. Or perhaps it was because Virgil was not one of them? He didn’t know, only that he hated his current position dearly. He finally got up, dusting off his clothes. But he then cried out in pain, his ankle and foot badly twisted from the fall, and feinted against a nearby tree trunk, breathing heavily. His gaze strayed to the sky momentarily, thinking. But in the end he decided that no matter how bad people may be, it was not worth risking a flight in such a populated place.
So on he went down the road, limping, his hair a mess and tangled with grass and his spirit tattered and worn.
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Post by "Parker!" on Feb 6, 2008 19:36:03 GMT -5
"OOOH DO YA KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE, LOVING SOME ONE WHO'S IN A RUSH TO THROW YOU AWAY?!"
So maybe she wasn't big on the proper car ettiqute rules. But was there a sound limit on how high you could pump your music. The car vibrated gently as Enrique Iglesias sung his heart out on Amanda's radio. Amanda gripped the fuzzy steering wheel lightly her head bounceing side to side to the music. There was hardly anyone on the road, just deserted for Amanda to swerve though the lanes. Of course she didn't do it-- much. Ah, it wasn't like there was going to be any car's at this time. Everyone was proabably sleeping or something.
So the cravings got to her. She couldn't just lay in bed snuggled against Zimri and be satisfied. She was hungry. Hungry like the wolf-- litteraly. Her hair was placed in a very messy bun, peices flinging to the side as she rocked to the music. She had a short tee on that came to her belly button and short shorts. Now Amanda wasn't usually this revealent but it was night--and those were her pajamas. Anyways the guy at doughnut shop was so nice to let her in and buy something but she supposed he just let her in to take a nice good look. Insutling as it was she was too damn hungry to realize it.
So on the road she snatched a chocolate covered doughnut and chewed happily singing along with the song. Ahh, it was so relaxing just to drive at night. No deer, or little rabbits--just limping men and--wait, limping men?! Amanda's amber eyes went wide as she could see herself heading sraight on to hit this limping guy. He was only a few mere yards from her. She pressed her brake hard, the doughnut flying out of her hand as she grabbed the wheel. The white pick up truck made a large screech as the man was saved just by a few feet. Amanda breathed out harshly, her lights blaring at the man infront of her. She immediatly turned off the voice of Enrique and took another breath. Jesus- she hadn't hit him had she? The woman jumped out of the door the wind blowing at her shorts and hair. She peered though the lights the man looking now rather...odd. He looked terrible. But she hadn't hit him. What was...
"Ohmygod, are you okay? I'm so sorry, I almost hit you, are you okay? Geeze, I didn't see you there!"
As always when Amanda was nervous she talked fast and walked foward. But as she started to come foward she acually got a good look at him. He was all beaten up. Oh my... Amanda stopped in her tracks amazed at the horrible sight.
[gah i just realized she's like ten years older hahah no biggie xD yeahhh so i dunno where cyro is but i'm currently in a very inactive thread with him an my ashlee. i would have (probably should have) posted her, sorry =D]
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Post by Melodia on Feb 9, 2008 23:28:35 GMT -5
His eyes stared down at the hard asphalt, his painful movement almost robotic. His left leg bent but his right leg was stiff and he only put pressure on his heel. So he sort of was stumbling along the road. Virgil felt numb in the darkness, brown locks of hair falling in front of his face. He sort of shivered though the air was warm and moist. Tonight he was cold and alone and hurting more than physically, but inside. While a lot of his insides were metal and special plastic, his very real heart was aching in this lonely, bitter world that seemed to be against him.
In his depression he failed to notice the squeal of tires, the beams of light and the heated smell of gasoline closing in on him. He turned his head in time to see that his current position left him near the center of the road and a white truck was speeding towards him. His breath caught in his throat and his eyes widened. A bright light flashed in his eyes and he uttered a cry, falling back onto the grass lining the road and stumbling a foot or two towards the edge of the forest. The car screeched to a halt and the headlights blared at him, pinning him against the tree line like a cornered mouse.
He felt his right arm shaking as the woman walked out of the car. Each step she took forward he took back, until the edges of his wings bumped up against a tree and he really was pinned. He winced slightly, his eyes blinking furiously at the white light. He brought his hands to his face partially in blocking the light and partially in defense from the newcomer. Though this person could be a threat, he made no movement to fly. Not even a potential enemy deserved to be sliced up, a punishment worse than death, he knew.
Virgil could tell the voice came from a young lady and for a split moment he was comforted, amazed. He had never heard a woman’s voice besides the television. Now having it so close and so pure made him feel almost too at ease. He lowered his arms and stared right into the light at her silhouette, his voice loud but whispery at the same time. “Hello,” He said, his voice timid and dry. “You don’t have a bat, do you?”
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Post by "Parker!" on Feb 11, 2008 19:37:05 GMT -5
Amanda's feather like hair blew slightly in the night wind although she was too pre-ocupied to keep it away. With every little step she had taken foward he'd stumbled back a little. Was she frightening him? Her tiny frame wasn't that threatening. Face twisting to a puzzled position she stopped coming foward. Maybe it was just the shock that he had almost got ran over. Her dark auburn eyes raised to his dark unfamiliar ones although she was not frightened of this man. She still hadn't seen anything too odd with him (the wings) however he was pretty banged up. He greeted her his voice tight then asked her a rather odd question. A bat? Like, a baseball bat? She hesitated then laughed akwardly,
"Uhm, no, not on me, sorry. Are you okay? I mean I'm really sorry--"
Amanda noticed his eyes in the bright light and she started to step back,
"Oh sorry."
She jogged back to her car and set the lights on a dimmer setting. She could properly see his face without the glare as he could see her detailed now. She walked back calmly her arms folding slightly,
"Do you need a ride home or something? Maybe the hospital? I feel kinda bad for... kind of...running... you...over....."
Amanda was pretty good a keeping conversation in a normal situation. Except this wasn't normal. She almost ran over this poor guy and.... she finally noticed it. What was that on his back? The silver gleamed more brightly now that she could see it in the dimmer light and now she was at an angle. What was that on his back? Her eyes transfixed on his wings unrealizing she'd just trailed herslef off of conversation to stare at him interested.
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Post by Melodia on Feb 25, 2008 17:58:56 GMT -5
Virgil stood transfixed, playing with an invisible piece of string ‘twix his fingers nervously and staring at the ground. His lips pressed together in a thin line and he felt his heart pounding faintly. His disheveled brunette hair hung wildly about his face, framing the sort of pale clarity portrayed there in the contrast of darkness and blaring headlights. Every now and then the flash of silver from his wings would appear and then quickly fade back into the night.
He started to speak but found himself stuttering, for not once had he ever encountered another human who had showed him sympathy. “Err, uh…” He stepped forward out of the half-light. Now she could see him clearly and unpainfully. He was almost unnaturally tall yet built well enough, lanky, with wildly tangled brown hair, pale skin and freckles. He looked cold for a warm summer night, and if one looked close enough he was probably shivering with misery. He was closer to her now, a few feet away, his brown eyes darting from her to the car to the ground almost each second. “I-I-If you want to, but I’ve got no place to go, r-really,” Virgil muttered, every inch of him tense and tired and still slightly weary of her.
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Post by "Parker!" on Feb 27, 2008 18:01:30 GMT -5
"No place to go? Are...are you a traveler?"
Amanda stared cautiously at the man adverting her eyes away from his mysterious wings. He had stepped away from the bright light; his full features were now exsposed. Ratty messy brown hair scattered over his scalp as freckles complimented his pale like skin. He looked like an average kid and he even looked a bit younger than her. Deffinatly younger. The wolf girl realized that he could have just gotten into an accident and was walking to find shelter or something. Oh that sucked... Amanda felt a growing symathy for the guy as he even was a bit cautious around her. Her of all people, small, bright, anxious- not the least bit intimidating. Of course this was just her human form.
Shifting along with the breeze her face seemed thoughtful as she had begun to make her decision. Should she help out this lone, hurt walker- or should she take a run for it (she'd always heard those scary sinerios where the male would always pretend to be hurt and they'd take advantage of their victim) But hey, she realized she could take care of herself. Her eyes suddenly flashed brightly a soothing smile of her face,
"Well anyways, why don't you come with me and I'll clean you up and whatnot. Heck, you can even stay with me if you want- I mean- I do owe you for like...almost running you over."
Amanda with good intentions in mind looked back to her vehicle as she motioned for the boy to come.
[painfully short >___<]
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Post by Melodia on Mar 2, 2008 13:13:50 GMT -5
Virgil hesitated. Left in his current position, this offer was like gold to a beggar, no strings attached. And he was too weary to be the least bit suspicious of her hospitality. He knew nothing of favors and had only tasted the kindness of the scientist, never those from the outside world. Little did he know, there was much he had to learn. The shaking of his hands and the sore pouding in his ankle made up his mind for him and he advanced slowly up the small rise in the groud back towards the road. He stepped out from the glare of the headlight, a silhouetted human form with the disfigurement of wings attached. "Okay," His whispery, steady voice said. He was almost on the pavement when he stumbled and tripped, landing heavily but catching himself on the hood of her car.
He winced and stood, closing his eyes in a sort of bitter shame for a moment before coming to the side of the car. Virgil sotod there, hair hanging in front of his eyes, staring through the windows at the two seats. And then he looked towards her, a tiny bit of confusion in his eyes at to how to open the door. There was no doorknob. The palm of his hand brushed the door and then touched the handle and he pushed on it, pressed it, and finally figured out he had to pull it out with the whole of his hand. The door of the truck swung open and he looked a little astounded, standing a bit taller than the car with his height and looking into the cabin.
She had invited him into this contraption, a car, after all. He stopped breathing, a little trick he could do with all that artificial thigns inside him. It was sort of akward for her most likely, him standing there and taking it all in. But really he was figuring how he was going to fit. He was slightly vertically higher than most people, but his wings served up the real problem. Virgil licked his lips and then ducked in, wincing as he heard the tear of fabric as his metal wings tore into the passenger seat.
"Sorry."
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Post by "Parker!" on Mar 2, 2008 17:17:22 GMT -5
"Great!"
Amanda chirped as the boy agreed to let her take care of him. He looked more then messed up and hungry if anything. She almost skipped over to her side of the car but felt that he just might then get freaked out. Her energy had replenished from this once occurance with this male and now she felt like staying up all night. Not a likely chance, but she felt like it. Opening the truck door she swung herself in, plopping right into the comfy seat. Her hands ran over the steering wheel before she shut the door with a thud and twisted the key's to start the truck.
After that Amanda took a good look over at the boy. He was just standing there... She raised a brow in question but he seemed to respond with ducking in and... Amanda's sensitive ears heard the thick ripping of fabric on her seat. She too winced at the harsh sound and she looked saddly over at her seat. Geeze... She heard him respond with a small 'sorry' and she just took a momment to relax. Don't get mad...don't get mad... He's obviously not from around here... She closed her eyes and took a breath. After a momment she smiled and opened her eyes.
"No problem, dude. Just get comfy. Don't worry about the rip, it's okay."
She got the car ready to go as she glanced down at her small box of doughnuts. She stared at it for a momment before opening it and glanceing up at him giving a pearly smile,
"Doughnut? Chocolate glazed are always the best."
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Post by Melodia on Mar 3, 2008 20:42:39 GMT -5
Virgil nodded shyly, a tiny smile delicately blossoming on his face as she was quick to dismiss the tear in her passenger seat. It was a relief that she was being to kind to him. The warmth of the car and the fufillment of company was making the emptiness in him slowly receed, like when staring into the sun how with each blink the light patterns get dimmer and dimmer.
The little smile stayed on his face, not the look of a slow-minded person but rather just one who is enjoying himself in life's little givings, when they were offered to him. And right now they were being offered in the form of little, chocolate-covered pastries. "Thank you," He said quietly, as he took one out and sniffed it. He could speak much more than a few phrases (as it seemed he was limited to), but he was too overcome to say anything more.
Virgil examined the doughnut, then licked it. His eyes popped wide open at the surprising wonderfulness of chocolate and he bit down on it, then shoved the whole thing in his mouth and it was gone in a second. He licked his lips and grinned. "I've never had a doughnut before."
[Ahh he's just too cute xD]
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Post by "Parker!" on Mar 3, 2008 21:06:31 GMT -5
Amanda pulled the car into drive and drove it out of the shoulder. As she did so, she felt him get comfortable. He seemed like a kind hearted boy. Not much to his personality but kindness and timidness. Very polite. Almost shy. Sweet though, very sweet. Just like those doughnuts...the one's he'd...never...had?
"Oh my god, your joking! Dude, have all the doughnuts you want! God knows I don't need them anyways. Geeze, never had a doughnut...where'd you come from, boy?"
Amanda glanced at the boy in amazement for a momment before turning her eyes onto the dark road, the light beaming from her truck. But before he could answer she flipped the music on which was now playing 'Ok Go'- 'Here we go again'. Something rather up-beat to listen to this late at night, but still. She turned the music down so they could both still talk. Suddenly she jerked her head up giving a gasp,
"Oh! Woah, I never got your name? What's your name, huh? I'm Amanda!"
The girl beamed with teeth that looked strangely irregular. She turned back to the road, safely driving.
[shoort]
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Post by Melodia on Mar 6, 2008 20:47:27 GMT -5
His eyes lit up at the approval to have another one of the delightful chocolatey pastries. He reached forward and this time took no time at all to gulp the thing down, a rather large appetite on such a thin, shy looking guy. He was licking the chocolate from his fingers when she turned the music on. He froze a little, giving it a slightly disapproving look but not at all unfamiliar. But then he resumed and wiped his hands off on his jeans, looking up at her. He was gradually getting more comfortable, almost surely aware that she had no intention of hurting him. If she whipped out a weapon right now, he'd never know what hit him. "It's Virgil," He said. Now with food in his stomach and warmth seeping into his bones his voice was stronger and more than a just a faint whisper. "Thank you, Amanda," He said shyly, looking down at the floor of the vehicle. Not because he was embarressed or shy, no. But because he saw the irregular flash of her teeth, not fitting in his brain with what he knew was the normal for humans. And he didn't want anything to be different about her, anything that could be harmful to him. He wouldn't look at her mouth again.
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Post by "Parker!" on Mar 7, 2008 21:55:39 GMT -5
"No prob."
She chirped moving her shoulders to the music freely. Who cares what this dude thought- it was her car! She could deffiatly kick him out if she needed too. Of course she would never do such a thing because in the morning she'd feel so much guilt she'd go looking for him. Not good. She kept driving mouthing the words before she noticed him looking at the ground. Was something wrong? Maybe he was hurting? Well he looked pretty beat up. She hesitated then spoke softly, lowering the music,
"So...what happened to you? Did you get lost in the woods? How did you get all beat up like that?"
It was obvious he was beaten by another being. No real animal cuts or bites. More like growing bruises and torn clothing. People were so cruel sometimes. Geeze if she'd known who it was....
[sorry short >_> still wondering where the hell they are going? her house right?]
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Post by Melodia on Mar 9, 2008 15:18:52 GMT -5
[Yeah her house =D]
His gaze fell to the floor and he winced a little, as if reflecting on a darker moment in his life that had happened years ago, though really it was only a few hours or so. His tangled, messy brown bangs fell in front of his eyes. Now that he thought about it, he looked very unacceptable. His jeans and shirt were torn and grass-stained, his ankle was swollen and turning a sickly yellow-purple, and he had scratches up his arms. It looked like he'd had a fight with a bear and, based on the evidence, lost.
"People," Virgil said simply, shrugging a little bit, his eyes glinting in the white glow of the moonlight through the truck's windows, "just don't understand, I guess."
[Short, sorreh.]
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Post by "Parker!" on Mar 9, 2008 21:02:29 GMT -5
The purring traveling truck turned into a neighbor hood off away from the town of friendly Arbet. The two in the truck were approaching a bit more then medium sized house with a long drive way. Amanda noticed the unusual tint of glumness in the boy. He seemed more calm now but thoughtful on what happened. She took her eyes off the driveay for a momment to look at him. When he spoke she blinked looking at him more fully. People? Ah. She frowned slightly sympathetic shaking her head as they pulled up outside the garage. She put the car in park and turned to the boy sympateticaly,
"Your right, they don't. It confuses and fustrates the humans that there is something above them so they lash out in hate at gifted like us. Belive me, been there, done that."
She turned her frown to a little smile as she turned off the car pulling the keys out of the egnition with ease. Opennig the door she hopped out the truck looking massive over her little frame. She locked the doors to be sure that nobody could get in at this time.
"So- this is my house. I don't think my husband is home right now- no I can see his car isn't here. But comon in, we'll get you fixed up."
She flashed him a bright smile with unknown energy as she bounded over to the front door.
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Post by Melodia on Mar 13, 2008 19:25:47 GMT -5
Virgil wrapped his arms around himself like he was cold, though really the air was warm on this nice spring night. His gaze shifted uneasily around the lot, catching glimpses between all the dark spaces as he followed her. "Thank you," He mumbled, his tongue running over his dry lips. A nice wash would be nice, somehwere safe to sleep that wasn't the forest floor.
"You have a beautiful home," Virgil mumbled as he followed her in.
[Yeah, not much I could really say. Once you let him in I have a bunch of funny stuff that happens when he tries to adapt to the norms of life, like showering in a small shower or trying to sleep on a regular bed. Hahaha.]
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