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Post by tessa on May 3, 2011 10:24:41 GMT -5
Tara examined his fingers. "Huh." was all she could think to say, "cool." She wriggled her own fingers and wondered what genes there were inside her that made her a shape shifter, just as she wondered what genes there were that made Hadrian have four digits instead of five.
"And I have no idea which Galaxy Xara is from. She probably doesn't know herself either. Her people were kind of barbaric I guess. They didn't care for anything aside from what they could see, taste, touch, smell or talk to. Fucking weirdos." She wasn't exactly the most understanding person when she was drunk. Tara sniffed and crossed her arms over her chest, as if that would somehow stop the wind from getting her cold. At least now she couldn't feel her collar rubbing up against her skin anymore, she thought to herself as a fresh layer of snow began to accumulate on the dark concrete. She turned her head up to it and watched the forest of small white flakes come down from above and marveled at how long she could stand like that without any actually hitting her eye.
She looked back at Hadrian, "No I wont tell anyone, don't worry. Those fucking humans can kiss my ass if they think I'm going to just hand another paranormal over to them. Fucking hypocrites. I love how no matter what they do, they think they're fuckin' taking the moral high ground. What a load of bullshit!" she fumed, kicking up snow as she paced in the dim parking lot.
The air, she noticed, smelled crisp. Snow had a tendency to announce itself in sight, sound and scent. Sight was simple. How could one not notice a thick layer of frozen water falling towards them and covering their entire habitat? Sound was also fairly noticeable if you went outside in the snow. Snow had a way of making the sounds muffled, giving the impression that you were under a real blanket. Scent was more difficult. Because of the coldness that snow brought with it, the human nose had a hard time finding scents. But the scent of snow itself was everywhere. Cold and powdery, it resembled the scent of some freezers, but fresher and mixed with pine smells. Tara took a very small moment to notice these things with unhidden pleasure, smiling softly to herself as she watched the snowflakes join previously fallen ones. It was peaceful, and possibly one of the only peaceful moments she would get all night.
Her eyes snapped back into focus at Hadrian's question, but it wasn't his question that made her look up. Tara's gut bubbled with hatred and spite at the sight of her ex and his pet once more. She stood where she was, glaring down the couple as they exchanged words with Hadrian.
"Back off Barbie." Tara spat; yes, those dolls existed here too. Tara had one when she was younger, but like almost every other girl, had snipped the hair off under the assumption that it would grow back. The girl laughed,
"whatever!" she said, "you freak--"
"Hey, don't say that!"
"What? freak?" The girl smiled maliciously. "why not? You are a freak, aren't you?"
Tara's hands constricted into fists and her arms became taught, quivering with fury. The man came to stand beside the girl for a moment, smirking like an ass, and then reached forward for Hadrian.
Tara's fist shot out like lighting and instead of hitting the woman, found its home on the soon broken, bloody nose of her ex. He staggered backwards and Tara's heart leaped in terror as he howled angrily. The woman, who Tara had meant to hit, rushed to her boyfriends aid and was received with a back handed slap to the face.
"Fucker!" she spat, backing away. What a lucky shot! She would never have thought she could ever hit him. It was only just hard enough to break a nose, which wasn't hard at all but it sure hurt like hell. She turned her colour drained face Hadrian's direction,
"yeah I think we should go now." she said, backing up towards the harley.
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on May 3, 2011 12:47:26 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]Hadrian appreciated Tara's reaction to his hand's. Usually, but not often people would comment. The most recent question asked was 'are you a fairy?' No. He wasn't. His reply was to make a deal. If the guy didn't tattle on his finger's, then Hadrian wouldn't call the authorities on the guy for starting a fight in the store he worked in.
Hadrian remembered the first time he'd ever seen a person with four fingers and one thumb on either hand, he could barely believe his eyes. It just looked so bizzare! Of course he was used to seeing it by now. But it still seemed a little weird. What was the point of having four fingers anyway? It was unnessisary.
He found it interesting that she reffered Xara's kind as being barbaric, fucking weirdo's in fact. He could probably put it all down to the fact that she seemed to have had been having a few drink's earlier, but of course that wasn't fair. Hadrian didn't know Xara. For all he knew she could be a complete and utter bitch, who knew? Or he could find her to be a rather lovely person. Tara had her own opinion of Xara, so any feeling's she did have toward's Xara would be exadurated thanks to the liquor.
Point is Tara seemed completely fine with him. Well he'd take that as a compliment then! He found her perfectly fine. Of course we all had our own faults; some more obvious than other's.
Like Tara's ex-boyfriend and his floosy. Hadrian's body felt tense. Not just from the cold, but from the suspence. "Back off Barbie!" Tara's voice was full of daggers.
And then the 'pet' said the magic word, "freak". Now, hang on! Bit harsh.
Hadrian's eyes shifted from one person to the other but his focus was on Tara. The whole aura she projected screamed nothing but anger. You could almost feel it radiating off of her. Maybe it had something to do with the way Hadrian's healing worked. But then again that was more of a physical thing. Of course it didn't take an idiot to be able to judge whether a person was pissed off or not.
Hadrian was pulled from his pondering's however when he realized that the rotton man had taken a step toward's him, his intent unnervingly obvious. What he hadn't expected was seeing Tara's fist swing out toward's the man's face, and actually connecting with it in a sickening crunch.
"OH! Wow!" Hadrian's hand shot up to his mouth in shock, grinning behind his finger's. The man staggered back a few paces, doubled over as his hands cupped under his nose, collecting the blood which slivered down his lip and threatened to stain the sheet of snow that gathered on the parking lot. There was another slap, and Hadrian cringed as Tara's ex-boyfriend's hand collided with the pet-girl, causing her to flinch away in shock.
"Just look at what you did to his pretty face!" The floosy sounded as if she was almost in tear's. Tara's ex's gaze travelled to look at them both, blinking a few times as he allowed his eyes to take a moment to focus. "Grab them!" He sneered, jabbing a blood- soaked hand towards the two of them angrily. As soon as he'd barked the order, his pet lunged forward's, making a grab for one of the sleeves of Hadrian's jacket. Luckily she was intoxicated enough that her aim was so askew Hadrian only needed to take one step back for her to fall on her arms and knees.
"Idiot! Car! Get the car!" Tara's ex growled, leaving his girlfriend to get up off of the floor, her skirt had ridden up so that it sat just below her knicker's, and her forearm's and elbow's were scraped up from landing on the concrete, the snow doing very little to cushion the fall. Hadrian almost felt sorry for her. The girlfriend made a dash for the corner of a shop, obviously where they must have parked a car somewhere. How they hadn't heard the car approach Hadrian wasn't sure of. Maybe because they had felt safe for that briefest of moment's, they hadn't felt the need to listen out for anymore dangers.
"Let's get to the Harley. Go, go, go, go!" Hadrian made a move to wrap his hand around Tara's arm to hurry her back to the Harley (not that she really needed prompting) and without looking back jogged the five or six strides towards the motorbike and jumped on. While he waited for Tara to get on after him and wrap her arm's back around his waist, Hadrian straightened the bike up so that he could get it started, turning the key and reving the motor a few times to make sure it was right to go, before clicking it into first gear. Then, when he was sure that Tara was holding on tight enough, he released the break and shot off, feeling his body lurch back before he leaned forward's, hearing the squealing of a seperate set of tires throughout the parking lot as he, and his passenger sped towards the street's. "Hold on tight!" The muscles in his body tensed as they drove through the empty street. Where are the car's when you need them? Obsticles? No where! It was just the way wasn't it? Like when shopping for something specific. The second you want it, it's never ever there but as soon as your over it, the darn thing is everywhere! Why couldn't this of happened during the day or something, around dozens of witnesses?
But noooo trouble was flourishing. Hadrian glanced in the rearview mirrors every so often, wincing at the light of the dickhead's headlight's glared through the glass. As if the noise wasn't intimidating enough either? The dickhead was excelerating and dropping speed randomly. Playing with them. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
++ NOTES xx Want to swap playing her ex every reply? Kind of like tennis ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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Post by tessa on May 5, 2011 2:18:02 GMT -5
Tara lifted her leg over the motorbike and clung to Hadrian’s midsection. She knew what to expect now, after having already been on the Harley before. But she wasn’t prepared for being so terrified of the speed they went. She could barely hear the car behind them keeping, instead, an eye on Hadrian’s side mirrors. She watched with a clenched gut as the car grew and shrunk, weaved and swerved and growled its engine at them. She clutched Hadrian tighter as a nauseous feeling grew in the pit of her stomach and plugged her throat, choking her.
“Hadrian!” she yelled, squinting into the freezing wind, “Where are we going?”
She wasn’t afraid of being taken somewhere. She was more afraid of her ex’s ability to follow them. She would have suggested someplace a lot more populated than a suburban area. At the same time, being able to crawl behind a locked door, slip under a quilt and hide under it knowing that she was safe behind her own four walls was more enticing than being among other night people. She checked over her shoulder. The car was coming towards them now. She was afraid he might be done playing with them and not in the way she and Hadrian would have appreciated.
The speed began grating on her nerves, “Maybe we should slow down…”
The ex’s car was surprisingly agile, for the beater that it was. He was a user, not a dealer. Had he been a dealer, the vehicle may have been slightly more impressive. If he didn’t get caught. Tara knew this. Tara had been to deals, been to operations and though she didn’t participate any farther than buying and in some cases trying out the drugs, she tried to stay a respectful distance away. Nothing she tried she had ever tried more than once. She didn’t care much for it, but was always afraid to decline. She growled. That guy had fucked her over, in more ways than one. She hoped he hit a lamp post.
“I didn’t tell you where I live!” she said again to Hadrian. But she didn’t tell him just then. She was interrupted by the woman leaning out of the window, holding glass bottles in either hand. Tara’s eyes widened and she squeezed him tightly, “Can it go faster?”
(( OOC: I'm sorry its so short, but I didn't know what else to do XP its up to you whether or not they go to her place or his or wherever ^_^ can you imagine driving a bike and getting bottles thrown at you? That would suck so much!!))
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on May 6, 2011 22:30:07 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]As if Hadrian's stomach wasn't tense enough from nerve's, Tara's arm's were practically squishing his entire stomach and it's content's together. Really wasn't the best feeling. Want to hear a worser feeling though? Being chased by a crazed mad-man in a beat-up automobile through almost-empty suburban streets, and not knowing which direction he should take to get out of it.
“Hadrian! Where are we going?” A voice penetrated the harsh gust's of wind as it howled through the air current's and assulted his eardrums. Good question. "When I know, you'll know!" He yelled back over his shoulder, biting his lip as he looked around, trying to find a safe route. "Can it go faster?" Hadrian opened his mouth to respond, but as he began to form to a word, his voice came out more like a choked yelp as a glass bottle smashed against the back guard of the motorbike. Hadrain swore, not in English but in his own language, feeling both shock and anger. If that left a scratch he was going to be very pissed off.
At that moment, Hadrian heard the car accelerating and the light's in his rear view mirror's moved, soon blinding the peripheral vision on his left side as the car matched their speed now. Hadrian's eyes flitted from the car to the road nervously, gripping the handlebar's much tighter than before.
So, they were officially screwed now. The car swerved towards them then and Hadrian could hear the cackling laughter inside of people inside of it as their vehicles only narrowly avoided clipping each other. Hadrian had been in his share of scrape's before when it came to falling off of vehicles. He hardly ever spoke of it (mostly because no one had ever asked) about the sort of vehicles on his own planet. They were not unlike the vehicles on Earth; only a little more advanced.
Hadrian's species would participate in science mission's, go to their neighbour planet, and try and learn as much as they could about Human technology, social structure, cultures etc and see what idea's they could take back to his own planet. One of the reason's their vehicles were similar, the main differences being the sort of fuel they used, and the technology they used to harvest electricity. It was on one of those missions that Hadrian found himself stuck here but now's not the time to bring it up.
In Hadrian's opinion, Car's felt heavy, clumsy and let's face, you look so much better on the back of a Harley than you do in a car. Hadrian was running out of idea's. Another bottle was tossed at them then, and Hadrian had to duck as it went soaring over their head's, smashing across the security blind's of a shop window.
Hadrian swore again, and again in his own language, noting how strange it felt to be speaking like that again, and why he'd choose to do it now. He supposed it was because he, and maybe Tara, were the only one's able to hear it. There was no one else to witness the Alien tongue he spoke with, and rat him out.
Hadrian focused on what was ahead of him, and his eyes widened, a smile forming on his lips as he looked across at the car again. His eyes made contact with the driver's and he grinned, "Eye's on the road Hot-Rod!" he called out, before dropping speed and swerving so that they were behind the car. A muffled yell could be heard inside the car as realisation ht the driver and his passenger. Tire's screeched, horn's blared and the car slid right through a set of light's, zig-zagging as Tara's ex fought to control the tire's before the car hit a fire hydrant.
Hadrian loosened his grip on the accelerator, allowing the bike to slow down drastically before taking a sharp turn down a different street. "We're just a few block's from my appartment, you can stay there until we're sure he wont follow you home." He called over his shoulder. Hadrian's heart was beating a wild tattoo inside of his rib-cage, eyes wide with the adrenallin. They were alive! Safe! But just to be sure... "you're okay back there?" + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
++ NOTES xx How was that? The idea of bottles getting thrown at them I was like "owch! I like that!" wasn't sure exactly which direction to take from there but at least if Tara's boyfrind dinged his car up like that it'd stall them for a bit. Or maybe they can go back to see if they're okay? ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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Post by tessa on May 7, 2011 16:09:57 GMT -5
The motorcycle sped onward, being bombarded by bottles and other debris from the half-dressed slut hanging out of the passenger side window. Tara quickly checked behind them, then looked ahead again feeling as if she could not catch her breath, as if her ability to breathe compromised by the speed of the bicycle. Was this the end of the line? Was she destined to just stop right here, to just stop living? It would be sudden, and if she was lucky she might not feel anything. Maybe the impact would break her neck, and she would just die. Perhaps there would be a little pain, but in the end she may pass on before the authorities arrive, so she would only suffer for a few moments. But, then… maybe they would crash and she might not be killed… or might not be killed right away. Perhaps she would live the rest of her life in a hospital bed, or a wheelchair, never to shift or walk again. How would she have children? How would she work? Sure, there were certain procedures that were offered now that could fix all of that. Medical science had come a long way, certainly. But the medical system only provided free general medical care not that kind of advanced regeneration, which was technically considered cosmetic repair. It would cost millions—no—hundreds of millions of dollars, considering she was a shapeshifter.
Tara ground her teeth together as the Harley rumbled between her sore thighs, which ached from clinging to the machine so desperately. Aside from the worries mentioned above, that cluttered her brain and clouded her vision, was something darker. She hated that man. Not Hadrian. No, she liked him. One of the few people she did like, in fact. She hated her ex. Before she might have even forgiven him, or given him a chance to redeem himself which would not have been hard for, once upon a time that is, all he had to do was look remorseful and Tara would have taken him back in. But it wasn’t even the abuse and this dangerous game of cat and mouse that he played with her and Hadrian that made her gut broil and heart stiffen at the thought of the spindly, spineless slob who cackled at the fleeing pair from behind his wheel. No, she pondered as they reached the hydrant, feeling as if she were suddenly suspended in time through thought. It was because of the way he showed her how weak she was. She couldn’t fight. She couldn’t defend herself. All she had were her words, and he had discarded those as easily as rotten eggs, leaving nothing but a soulless, cowering, empty shell of a person who pretended to be ‘okay’ and ‘in charge’. She wasn’t. She was lost, and the very fact she had even gone out with the scumbag chasing them at that moment was solid, concrete proof of that. And she hated him for it.
That didn’t matter much though, in the scheme of things, she thought. She was sure she was going to die on this adventure anyway, by the time they reached the hydrant. She closed her eyes and bent her head, hiding her from view of the speeding obstacle coming their way. Then they slowed. She heard Hadrian yell something at the car and the bike, because it was one-hundred-percent more well-built than the car her sleaze-ball ex-boyfriend was currently operating, dropped into place behind the car. Bikes were more manoeuvrable than a car, even in this day and age a car would have to go through a ceremony of point-turns and then speed up again to get back into position. Right then her ex was busying himself with avoiding a crash, and Tara swivelled her head around to watch him swerve onto a lawn and brake, hitting a tree with his front bumper which shook some leaves and loose branches onto the top of it. The ex-boyfriend jumped out of the car and began throwing a fit as Hadrian sharply turned down a new street, and it dawned on Tara; they were alive.
"We're just a few block's from my appartment, you can stay there until we're sure he wont follow you home."
Tara nodded wordlessly, forgetting he couldn’t exactly see her if he was watching the road (like she half expected him to be) her chest rising and falling with great effort to calm herself. She looked down one side of the street and then the other, admiring the buildings and soft lamp light and for the first time in a very long time she truly appreciated being alive.
“you're okay back there?"
Tara looked into the mirror at the reflection of Hadrian’s face and smiled. “I’m okay!” she said, “and you’ll have to meet my roommate sometime,” she giggled nervously, “take her for a spin on this beast of a machine!” she patted the side of the Harley as if it were a horse and lifted her face into the wind. “Maybe I’ll get one of my own some-day… and you can help me pick it out! Is that okay?”
Comments; your post was epic! I don't think Tara would want to stay and see if they were alright. Maybe from a distance. In any case I wrote her watching him flip shit about his car. haha!
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inspiration; ferry ride + listening to various Holst suites = free time and a decent-ish post! =D
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on May 8, 2011 8:41:30 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]Hadrian swallowed into the cold air, only now realising how dry his throat had become since they began their narrow escape. He had chanced a quick glance at the car crash, gasping upon the impact. He dared not look for long though, as they turned the sharp corner, heading toward's his appartment blocks. The realisation hadn't dawned on him yet; they were unhurt, breathing, alive. And he felt gratitude for that.
A small part of him would have liked to say the same for Tara's ex and his little floosy. He knew that some people might see it as wrong to think, but Hadrian hoped that they had at least each broken something between them. It was instances like these that should make a person feel more grateful to be alive, right? Then why did he wish Tara's ex nothing but bad karma?
Hadrian thought's were fleeting however when he heard Tara's voice again, and listened carefully over the sound of the Harley's motor. He laughed, leaning to the side as they turned a corner, "is she cute?" he called back over his shoulder. "Help you pick it out? As long as you promise to take me for the first spin when you get it!"
... FIVE MINUTES THIRTY SIX SECONDS LATER ...
After locking the motorbike in a private parking lot reserved for the tennant's of Hadrian's apartment building, he walked toward's the front door, listening to the sound of his and Tara's footstep's on the pavement while he looked at the rather shabby building in front of them, searching for the correct key that will open the front door. It wasnt the nicest neighborhood in the city, but Hadrian had seen worse.
After fumbling around a bit, Hadrian finally got the key in the door and got it unlocked. "I dont expect anyone will be awake this time of night," Hadrian kept his voice to a whisper as he let them both inside. He wasn't even sure what time of night it was, but we better be quiet anyway, my landlord's a bit..." just as they started up the stairs, the only door that leads onto the foyer opened up with a bit more force than necessary.
"BRENNA!" Hadrian cringed as a woman in her fifties appeared, wearing a ratty pink bathrobe with slippers to match, her hair up in curlers and a cigarette dangling out of her mouth yells. "I should have known it was you. Coming in at all hours, partying all night. I run a respectable building here, young man!"
"Good night, Mrs. Welker," Hadrian replied quietly without even bothering to turn around as he raised his hand to place it on the back of Tara's shoulder.
"No guest's this time of night!" Welker shouts, eyeing Tara with a thin lipped frown.
"She's my cousin," Hadrian calmly explained as they continued her trek up the stairs. "Just ignore her, she's part fruit-bat." He muttered to Tara.
"YOUR RENT'S DUE!" The landlady shrieked up the stairwell at their retreating back's.
"Not for another three days," Hadrian stated as he reached the landing. They only had to walk halfway through the hallway before Hadrian stopped beside a door with the number "69" on it. Yes har har, we all get the double meaning.
He finally opening the door to his apartment, stepping in behind Tara into an apartment with a tiny little kitchen visible right next to the living area which only had a bookcase. Instead of book's, the shelves were lined with dried roses, a rather beaten up stuffed couch sat in the middle of the living area, a small TV on an overturned plastic milk crate and a small dining table with a couple chairs shoved against the wall. There's a short hallway with three doors leading off of it and despite its Spartan decor, it's neat and clean. It's not much, but it's home," he said, dumping the key's on the kitchen counter. "Help yourself to a seat. The couch isn't great but it's better than sitting on the floor." With that he disappeared into one of the room's and returned a minute later, wrestling his head through a black jumper with a large striped feline's claw printed on the front, as if it was tearing it's way out of the fabric. He flicked his hair out from under the neck of the jumper. "So are you thirsty? Hungry? I have cantaloupe." + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
++ NOTES xx Thought I'd skip a few minutes and get right down to them getting to Hadrian's appartment. Cantaloupe xD ! ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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Post by tessa on May 10, 2011 3:22:23 GMT -5
Tara nodded, clinging to the man as they drove along on his Harley. She really, really liked the Harley. At first she was a little skeptical but now, after seeing how effortlessly it had outmaneuvered the clunker of a car that was chasing them down before, she had 'seen the light'. Part of her knew that she would probably never have enough money left over, after paying bills and going through school, to ever buy a motorcycle that A; worked and B; wasn't purchased through some sort of underground chop-shop that would, with her luck, be uprooted and all customers be fined more than ten Harley's or imprisoned--- at best! She didn't put too much thought into the negative right then, however. Instead she just enjoyed being taken for the ride and imagining herself on one of her own one day, riding along the highway with Milo sitting behind her, looking all cool in the dying light of a summer sunset. Maybe she would have, not just a job, but a career. Maybe they lived together in a swanky loft apartment in the nicer part of the city or-- better yet!-- someplace where snow hardly ever happened. Maybe Southern British Columbia?
All of this dreaming and hoping was ridiculous, she told herself again and again as they neared their destination. It was silly; it wasn't going to happen. Not in a million years! She was going to have to settle for what she had and work herself to death to claw her way to the things that mattered; a motorcycle didn't matter! Was she trying to kid herself? To disappoint herself? That wasn't fair. Without a career, without university or college degree---hell; without her highschool diploma!--- she would mean less than nothing to this damned society and she knew it. Everyone did, secretly, or so Tara believed. Her ex sure did believe it and he shouted it out to the world, not just from a rooftop, but with a microphone as well. It was perfectly acceptable to treat a paranormal like that back then. It was now, but at least they could try to retaliate on the grounds of technicality by law, right? It's all a fucking joke, Tara thought glumly as Hadrian brought his bike to a stop near his building.
Perhaps it was the alcohol, mixed with a nasty 'blast from the past' that sent her jubilant mood spiraling the entire way back from the scene of the crash. Whatever it was, she suppressed it once she and Hadrian dismounted from the bike. The landlady was a true character. Tara fought off the urge to start a spat with her, to get into some sort of shouting match with the crazed woman. She had serious doubts Hadrian would do anything that should really be considered an issue. Not that she had to make a conscious decision about this assessment on her new pal's credentials. It was an assumption that just happened, and was just suddenly there, as if there had been no doubt before that this was an honest guy.
Tara, on the other hand, was much less reliable. Luckily, however, she kept her tongue in check as they made their way past the old woman. The building itself was old. It, the sounds and specifically some of the smells that came from the apartment building itself reminded her of the home she so gladly left behind not too long ago. She didn't really envy Hadrian, but she didn't condemn him either. You lived where you lived. She knew that better than a lot of people.
Tara crossed her arms over her chest, which was covered by a tank-top style shirt that covered her up without being too 'old lady-ish', as she had put it so eloquently before. She wore a leather jacket that she had purchased at a thrift store a while back over top of it, and her tight skinny jeans with a rip on one knee and a tear on the opposite thigh. Her feet boasted a pair of runners; her favorite pair of runners.
"It's not much, but it's home,"
He introduced the small, somewhat cluttered apartment of his as he tossed the keys. The woman kicked her shoes off and placed them neatly at the front door, where she could find them later, migrating immediately to the couch.
"Help yourself to a seat. The couch isn't great but it's better than sitting on the floor."
She nodded and plunked herself down, realizing how much she hurt. Every muscle in her back and legs were simply screaming in hot pain and every movement felt as if her muscles were made of cold steel. "Fuck..." she sighed, rubbing her knee with both hands, messaging the life back into it. "that things a fucking beast, isn't it? Shit..."
Tara sighed in amazement at how much riding a motorbike had taken out of her, but smiled up at Hadrian.
"So are you thirsty? Hungry? I have cantaloupe."
"I'm a little thirsty thanks, but not too hungry. Well," her stomach had been complaining ever since she had time to think about things other than surviving, "Maybe I could have a bit of a snack."
A bit of a snack? For shifter grade paranormals that meant the entire buffet twice over. Tara smirked; she could put away more food in less time than any starved teenage boy she'd ever met, except for maybe Milo. It was a talent she was proud of and embarrassed about all at once.
"Whatever you have sounds good to me, jack." she said, leaning forward with her arms resting on her knees. "Do you want help in there, or...?"
Comments; wasn't my best post I don't think but I hope its okay, at least.
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on May 10, 2011 8:16:15 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]Hadrian had only been half-listening as he rummaged through an old drawer for his jumper, pausing as he found the one he was looking for and pulling a face as he heard Tara's voice. Beast? What was she.. ohhh the Harley! Yeah, yeah it was.
He'd aquired it a few years ago. Legally (he think's). When he purchased it he was still learning how to speak English. Lucky for him though he was a fast learner. Regardless though, he felt very fortunate to own it. Hadrian's brain, though similar to a human's in certain way's, was still very different. Mechanically, no matter what species you are, you use 100% of your brain. Maximizing usage was always another subject though.
Each core of a brain is specialised at a particular task. When that task isn't required, that area of the brain shows decreased levels of activity. Because the areas seem to be somewhat specialised, the areas with decreased levels of activity don't, or more likely can't, pick up work from the one's that are busy.
That's a human brain. Hadrian's brain was very similar in the way that it does all that, but core's such a memory was a lot more evolved. He could learn, think, and remember thing's a lot faster than a human. Also, when it is said that a human only uses 10% of their brain, they say it when reffering to the thing's paranormal's are capeable of. Probably one of the reason's that not everyone believed that humans and paranormal's should be placed under the same category.
It was decision's like that that helped convince Hadrian that human's really didn't use a lot of their brain tissue. There was a lot more room in their cranium's to fill.
Hadrian walked back out into the lounge area before he'd pulled the jumper over his head properly, hearing a lot better now that he was in the same room as Tara. She was hungry? Well... to be honest Hardian had never stocked his fridge for anyone other than himself; which wasn't much considering his distaste for human foods. He took a mental note to remember that if he was going to make friends he was going to have to make allowance's for when he was going to have them over as guests.
"I have..." Hadrian hummed as he fixed his hair from out of the collar and stepped towards the fridge, hearing the humming of the motor as it kept the food cold, and looked at the compartment's. He did have a few cantaloupe in there, a bottle of coca cola... "not a whole lot apparently." he creased his brow in thought, looking into the cupboard. "I don't like the taste of a lot of human food...sugary thing's and cantaloupe are the only thing's I dont mind." Strange that he liked their sugar-filled food stuffs and not anything more filing than that. He chuckled then, trying to cover u[ his chagrin. "just help yourself if you can find anything though."
Truthfully Hadrian wasn't hungry himself. He really only asked if Tara was because he felt it was a polite thing to do. Hadrian walked back to the fridge then, reaching for the coca cola and placing it on the counter. He turned the lid, listening to the familiar "schinn" sound as the air was released. Out of habit, Hadrian began to lift the bottle to drink from it himself, but paused as he raised it, hessitating as he considered the options, before placing it back onto the counter and finding a glass. Better not, she might was a drink too.
Once he'd poured himself a drink, Hadrian loped back to the couch, sitting so that there was a respectable distance between he and Tara, before leaning his head backwards so that it rest against the back of the couch. Closing his eyes, Hadrian breathed in deeply, exhaling slowly. Now that he knew they were safe Hadrian felt a rush of exaustion sweep over his body. "So while we're playing hide and seek,"Hadrian kept his eyes closed while he spoke, tapping his finger's against the glass and causing small ripples in the coca cola. "Tell me why can you only shapeshift into bird's? Or is it just one bird?" He opened his eyes then, turning his head so that both blue and green orb's could look at her clearly.
Without really paying attention to what he was doing, Hadrian raised the glass, intending of course, to drink it, but as he lifted it to his lips to take a sip, some of the liquid spilt from the corner's of his lip's and dribbled down his chin and neck. He let out a small noise of surprise, lifting one of his sleeve's to wipe away the sugary beverage from his face. His brow furrowed, looking down at the glass in a strangely accusing way, as if it had done something wrong.[/b][/size] + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
++ NOTES xx Sorry there's not a lot to go with yet apart from a getting-to-know-you session. Might be interesting to get to know their character's! ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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Post by tessa on May 11, 2011 3:14:59 GMT -5
Tara shrugged. "Its okay I'm not that hungry. Cantaloupe isn't my favorite anyway... my species needs like..." she took a moment to sort through a list of word choices, making some sort of odd hand gesture. Substance? Calories? Fat? No, all she could come up with was, "meat. You know like cows, chickens, turkeys...cats, because they are actually more nutritious than dogs, did you know that? I mean its not like I have a thing against cats but if I had to choose... "
Oh, god, Tara just shut the fuck up! Tara scolded herself, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She hated it when she babbled. It only ever happened when she was coming down from a buzz anyway. It made her sound like a stupid school girl. Granted, she was a school girl technically. And she was only nineteen but she liked to pretend she was older. She felt older sometimes. But she acted exactly like many people to categorize a spoiled teenage brat.
Now, however, she sat politely on Hadrian's couch, surprised at how little she was swearing in general. It was a bad habit she admitted she would have to try to kick but after having done it so long she found the words just sometimes slipped out. It wasn't as if Milo had nothing to do with her sudden change in attitude. For some reason being in a real relationship made her want to become a better person.
She grinned at Hadrian and took the glass in both hands, holding it as if it were a mug of hot cocoa that she used to heat up her hands, drinking it in a similar fashion to avoid having to answer his question directly. She giggled at him when he spilled on himself. Oh she was bad for being unable to perform simple tasks such as drinking liquids. She once was at a restaurant where she ordered a glass of iced water. The glass had a straw in it for some odd reason, and she couldn't figure out why a straw was necessary in a glass of iced water. But when she took a drink she had wrapped her lips around the straw, intending to drink from that, but somehow she forgot she was using the straw and stopped paying attention to what she was doing. So while she was "drinking from the straw" she also tipped the glass forward as if she were drinking from the edge of the glass, dousing herself in chilled water.
"Smooth move." she said, crossing her legs and leaning back, taking another sip from her glass. "Well... its all got something to do with how certain things in my brain...compounds and chemicals I guess? My dad was a bison. Its all too confusing. My mom was a red panda. I've never met her. But dad," she chuckled, reminiscing about her childhood, "dad, he... he would always give me rides on his back you know? It was awesome. I was pretty disappointed the first time I shifted. I thought I'd be something cool and majestic not some... scavenger, carrion eater symbol of death and gloom."
She sighed and placed her finger tip on the edge of the glass, running it in a circle as if to make it sing. It didn't, but it helped to keep her concentrated on something.
"But anyway. What about you? Whats with the, uh..." she wriggled her own fingers. "hand situation? Why are you here, can't you just...go home?" Comments; yeah character background is epic I don't mind doing mellow rp's ^_^
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inspiration; watching Baby Boom XP
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on May 14, 2011 5:44:46 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]Hadrian took a more careful sip this time as he listened to Tara, looking at her with his green and blue eyes. Not many people on Earth had a different color for each eye. It just wasn't as common here. On Hadrian's planet it was fairly common. Maybe it was something in the genetic's. On that note, Hadrian made sure he was very careful with the glass this time, tipping it so that the liquid barely touched his lips before he took a few sips.
Hadrian's ears were allerted to a noise somewhere down the hall, hearing the sound of muffled yelling and the sound of something being smashed against a hard surface. Probably a wall, or a counter of some sort. He knew at once that it was the young couple a few door's down from him. Since he moved in, and probably a while before that, every night there'd be yelling, doors being slammed, tire skid's left in the resident's parking lot, and nothing was done about it. Everybody just lived around it, as they do. Hadrian wondered why Mrs Welker always seemed to single him out instead of threaten to kick out his noisy neighbours. Enough people complained about it. But instead of that, Hadrian wished to focus on his company.
It was interesting that Tara craved meat. Maybe it was apart of being a shapeshifter, or being a particular type of shifter... if a shifter transformed into a herbivore, did they had vegetarian tendancies? Tara had said she was a bird. He was sure she hadn't mentioned earlier what sort of bird. Scavenger, carrion eater symbol of death and gloom. He couldn't think of the name, but he could visualise the sort of bird he assumed she was speaking of. They ate meat too, stealing off of predators. "An African bird?" He asked, but realised that she was already switching the conversation from herself, to him.
Hadrian pursed his lips together, lowering his gaze as Tara asked about why he couldn't just go home. He could think of a few reason's, but one stood out more dominantly in his mind. Unwillingly, Hadrian felt his temper rise slightly at the memory of his, how should you put it, disposure? Onto this Earth.
"I dont think so," he began, shaking his head. Absently, Hadrian exchanged the glass into one hand, holding the other up into better light and turning it over and over. He disliked how more often he looked at it and thought he was beginning to think it looked unusual. "All of my people have hand's like these. A few year's ago I was on a science mission from my planet. We do that from time to time - venture to neighbouring planet's. I was a machinist... if the ship had any external damage and needed spare part's made out of the old one's, it was my job to do that." He felt a twinge of resentment boil up inside of himself, and exhaled loudly, he looked at Tara as he was speaking, but glanced away every so often, mostly looking down at the couch they were seated on, noting the familiar crease's and cut's in the worn leather. There was what looked like a bite mark on the back of it... he assumed a dog must've used it as their chew toy once upon a time. "Some sort of Earth UFO Controlling Comittee spotted our ship and there was a chase. It looked as if we weren't going to get away so," Hadrian flattened out his free hand, raising it in the air before dropping it, making a little "pshew" sound with his teeth as he slapped his knee. "They opened the ship's door and jettisoned me... I think is the word? The ship was very new so I guess they thought they wouldn't need part's. I made a better distraction."
Hadrian skulled the rest of his coca cola, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "When they threw me out, I fell onto a farmer's property in the outskirt's of the city, in a very rural area. It must have happened fairly quickly because I'm not even sure if the Comittee caught up with my ship. I must have made a lot of noise though because the farmer's wife found me laying in their hay shed looking pretty bruised up. I guess falling through a roof does that to people? She fetched her husband and they carried me back to their home. Lucky my species, we heal very quickly." He was unsure of whether or not to add that he could heal other people as well. He seemed to be spilling most of his Earth-life story here so why not? Best leave something out he supposed. "As luck work's out, they were abnormal too. In hiding. So to thank them for helping me, I worked for them for a while, and they taught me how to speak. Then after I felt I learnt enough of the language, and how to get around, I decided to try and make my way in the city for a while.
He chuckled then, his face softening a little more as a memory crossed his mind. "When I first saw a human's hand's, I couldn't stop staring. I liturally took the farmers' wife's hand and squeezed each of her fingers one-by-one... pulled on them just to make sure that one didn't just come off. You dont realise how weird it was to see four fingers and a thumb instead of three. It look's unnatural!" He grinned, guessing she might, but he appreciated her reaction with his three fingers. With the extra finger, human hands looked a lot wider, clumsy. He'd been used to seeing the thin, small hand's of his own kind.
"So who know's what lies they told everyone else to cover up why they left with me, and returned without me. If they returned at all, I'm not sure. For all I know they might have crashed, or been captured. I know that alot of human's are very big on conspiracies. But I think that about cover's it in a walnut shell. I've said a lot, havent I?" He cringed a little, looking apologetic, and feeling a little confused with himself. Why did he say so much? Was it simply the fact that he'd never spoken about it since he was jettisoned? Apart from the farmer's who had helped him, Tara was the only person who knew most of his story now. It felt good to talk about it. Even if he had rambled like an old man in the process. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
++ NOTES xx Same here I have done that straw thing so many times it's rediculous! Even more embarassing if I'm sober xD ! ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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