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Post by tessa on Apr 27, 2011 2:33:17 GMT -5
“Well thanks for that, but it wasn’t necessary. I’m sorry for snapping at you I’m just a bit stressed out; as I’m sure you are as well.”
Fantastic. I go and give her the nicest damned apology I’ve ever given to some strange woman who I happen to be stuck in jail with and she goes and does that? The hell if I’m ever apologising to anyone, I thought bitterly before I caught her smile. I could feel my body relaxing despite being determined to be unhappy with the woman’s reaction to my apology and I smiled back at her, briefly. I hated people who did that to me. Back then I really wanted to be the girl I pretended to be; you know what I mean, all bitch talk and anger with a cast iron shell around my black little heart. Now when I look back on what I did and said I feel ashamed for trying to be like that but, hey, there was always these moments that I learned from.
“And I really don’t think it’s your fault at all, the cops just don’t like us, you were right.”
I nodded gently. “well it is a little bit of my fault. I mean, I did run. I did have to help that fucking little kid, and get those punk ass thugs pissed off. I should have just kept by fucking mouth shut...” I muttered. I felt a lot of resentment for myself and my world at the moment. Where I help a little kid and I get arrested. It sucked. But at least I wasn’t alone.
“Not much to tell.” I said blankly. I didn’t like talking about my past and I had no intentions on doing so now just because we were stuck together. “I’m a waitress in a bar and grill. I’m going out with a,” I fiddled with the blanket nervously as I spoke of Milo, missing him desperately. “a nice guy named Milo. I live in an apartment that you almost saw.” I sighed and scratched my head. “That’s about it except that I’m a shape shifter. What about you?”
Phone call? That made me think. “I don’t know...” I stood and clung to the bars, sticking my face through. “Hey, Dudley do-right!” The cop walked over.
“What?” he demanded. “Do we get our phone call or what?” “No you’re not under arrest you’re only being detained for questioning.” “Well how long are we going to be here for?” I complained. The man shrugged. “As long as it takes.” “Why are we behind bars?” “Protocal.”
“It’s because we’re paranormal isn’t it? Is that it?” the man turned and walked away, leaving me to grump and slide down the wall beside Sage. “fucking assholes.”
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Post by mooka on Apr 28, 2011 21:02:20 GMT -5
I could also tell that talking about herself was an awkward situation, which in turn made me feel uncomfortable with the whole ordeal. I smiled gently as she talked about her boyfriend, whom she seemed to be very found of, or maybe they were fighting; either way I could tell she thought about him a lot. Made me think about trying to find a guy but I didn’t think I was ready to make that much of a commitment to another person yet.
I perked up a bit as she said she was a shape shifter. “Oh that’s so cool, so am I, but I’m not very good at it.” I said sheepishly. Edison had studied with this master for awhile and was pro at shifting, but I on the other hand was terrible at it. He had tried to teach me but has the patience of a kid and got fed up after awhile. I can do a few small things, but I usually get stuck in a form or get the animal horrible misshapen. But I am pretty good and changing the color of my hair, which is always handy!
“But same with you my life is rather bland. I’m a nanny and live on the other side of town.” No actually I’m an illegal slave that’s trying to buy my way out of freedom. Ha, like I would ever tell her that, no I didn’t think we would get that close.
I stood up using the wall for support deciding to stretch out my legs for a bit. I paced about for awhile, trying to get my mind to think of any possibilities of getting out of here faster, but none came to mind. We couldn’t get a layer if we are only being ‘detained’ so who knew how long we’d be in this place!
I decided to waste my time by sitting by the bars and watching the people outside of them. There wasn’t any very exciting things’ going on. Behind a desk I could see the head of an elderly woman clacking away at her computer who only stopped her work to grunt as people greeted her. Apparently her name was Gretchen, flattering. Other than that not many other people came in this way. This younger kid was brought in for apparently for shoplifting. He kept looking our way like we were some interesting experiment. That kids nerves! We hadn’t done anything wrong in the first place and now real criminals were looking down on us!
I stood up bitterly, I didn’t want to see his face anymore, but something caught my eye. There were a group of three guys getting let out of a cell on the other end of the room which looked awfully familiar. Well they were the gang that had decided to mess with the kid! I gripped the iron between my hands. “Come look at this Tara.” I scoffed.
“Hey Gretchen.” The lady sighed and turned to face us, the name suited her. “How come they are getting let out and we aren’t?”
She rolled her eyes bitterly. “Because we are done with them and protocol.” I was beginning to hate that word, wondering what the real definition of it was. “Allows them to go free first and when they are in a safe range you’re allowed to leave.”
Great. At first we were kept behind bars and looked upon like real prisoners, and now we were labeled as dangerous.
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Post by tessa on Apr 30, 2011 2:28:46 GMT -5
Tara stood stiffly and poked her head through the bars. What a bitch! Gretchen clicked at her touchpad keyboard with her claw-like nails as she and Sage sat behind bars, wondering why the fuck they were there in the first place. Who were these people anyway? What gave them the right to keep them here? There was a lobby outside…why couldn’t they sit out there? She craned her neck to try and catch a glimpse of the door. Why had the humans gotten out first… that just didn’t seem fair! Then again, the justice system wasn’t built to be fair towards paranormals, was it? At least she knew now that they were getting out soon. Maybe even within the hour. She pulled her head out from between the bars and turned her back to them, letting her weight slide down to the concrete floor under her. Just as she sat down, Dudley Do-right entered the cage. Tara looked up at his soft white face and didn’t believe a kid like that was an actual RCMP officer. He was no older than she was! He looked down at both of them, being a tall gangly man with lots of muscle and not much fat, and Tara thought she saw a glimmer of regret.
“Excuse me ladies, sorry for the wait. We would just like to interview you both; miss Sarlock you will be going with Sergeant Benson for question, and miss Gerow you will be with me. We’ll question you at the same time so you can leave sooner, before they try to feed you.” He smiled, but Tara’s face remained stone as she stood and brushed her behind free of dust. The nervous officer coughed once before letting the two women out of their cell. He led the women silently down the hall and a rather handsome, dark man awaited Sage. Tara fumed. Why did Sage get the hot one, and all she got was Sergeant Awkward? She stomped into the room and pushed herself down into the chair without invitation, causing a curious but amused glance from the witnessing officer in the back corner of the room. The woman scribbled something on her notepad, and then nodded up at the young Sergeant for him to proceed with questioning. The questions were brief after Tara gave her account of the story for the record. The officer proceeded to tell her that the mall authorities had banned both her, sage and the gang from the mall. Tara’s face was purple with rage, and the officer nearly tripped over himself to calm her down. “But you and miss Sarlock are only banned for three weeks for creating a disturbance; the gentlemen were charged, fined and permanently banned...” As Tara calmed down, the man continued. “Look, Miss Gerow, we know you did what you thought was right and, to be honest, I wish you had hit them harder.” The man offered her a grin that, for the first time, Tara returned. “but the law is the law, and you had to be thoroughly screened and assume it was you who were the instigators. Here is the name of a good lawyer,” he scribbled something down on a slip of paper and handed it to her, “if the families of the hooligans who attacked you wish to sue, call him. He will fight your case, no problems.”
Tara nodded stiffly, slipping the paper scrap into her pants pocket as the man stood, “thank you, Sergeant.” She said quietly as she stood and walked out the door he held open for her. By the time she and Sage were completely released, it was well past supper and the sun had given away completely to the dark crescent moon. She stretched and breathed in deeply as she walked down the steps.
“Well, Sage, that was fun wasn’t it?” she said, though she smiled. “we got off easier than I thought though. I think the secretary was glad to see us go…” Tara frowned down the sidewalk. “I guess we’d better start walking?” she suggested, padding thoughtfully down the street. “My offer still stands for coffee.”
(( hope it was okay! figured maybe they get attacked on their ways home. maybe they live in the same direction and Tara's was the closest house so they hide out in there from the gangs? totally up to you ))
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Post by mooka on May 1, 2011 22:28:50 GMT -5
She knew his world was unfair, but she never thought it was this cruel. When had the world decided to make species into something to discriminate against? There was already sexism and racism, and even bias against some religions. Life sucked; there was no doubt about that! Sage sighed and sat next to Tara patting her knee supportively, feeling glad that she was here with her and they weren’t alone. At least they were in the same boat of depression.
Sage looked up dully at the man and smiled at him. He reminded her of Edison when he was younger, the cop still hadn’t grown into himself yet and he seemed awkward in his skin, still deciding what to make of himself. People were vulnerable when they were at that stage, small things could change how they turned out. Maybe what had happened to her and Tara would make him a kinder person, more lenient towards paranormals.
But her heart dropped as soon as he said that they were to be going their separate ways, she did not want that to happen! Without Tara she would even more skittish and likely to snap. And the cop she was going with didn’t seem too friendly. Yes he was extremely good looking, but she’d rather have the gangly man than the guy that knew he could use his looks to his advantage. But she sighed and followed after him nonetheless, looking back as Tara disappeared into a room.
The man, Sergeant Benson, as he kept telling her, lead Sage into a poorly lit room. She lingered close to the door and he ushered her to sit down rather forcefully. She noted a figure moving in the shadows of the room which only made her feel so much scared and alone. She wished Tara was here more than ever. She fidgeted in the chair as the sergeant coaxed the story from her. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to ell them what happened, but she was choosing her words carefully to try and make Tara and her as innocent as possible. This seemed to irate the man and he waved his hand for her to speed up, which made her nodded and spill out the rest of the story as quickly as possible. He then told her that all of those in the fight were banned from the mall. It seemed like their conference had taken hours, and according to the lack sun it had.
“It was one of the best days of my life.” Sage nodded numbly at Tara once they were reunited. Today had been a long and tiring day. She followed her new friend out into the dark and shivered at the cool air, her clothes had at least dried by now so she had some protection from the weather. “That sounds…good actually.” She wanted to go home, but not now, she didn’t want to be alone yet.
Sage grinned at Tara’s joke about the secretary who had reminded her of some sly cat, maybe she was part cat, and it wouldn’t surprise her. It lightened up her moods and she padded along side Tara more happily, looking forward to getting to know her better. “We’ve been though a lot, no doubt about it.”
Their journey back to Tara’s place went fairly normal, and if she could remember correctly, they were almost there when things changed for the worse again.
A figure moved out of an alley in front of them and Sage looked behind them, there was more there as well. She gritted her teeth as the figure turned out to be the leader of that gang, who had a malicious grin on his face that shivers down her spine. “Hey there bitches.” Sage gripped Tara’s wrist and turned to walk across the street but they were surrounded. The man laughed at them. “Not this time, you embarrassed us once, but not this time. We’re going to teach you a lesson.”
“Just fucking leave us alone!” Sage yelled out, but it came out more of a cry for help. This sent laughter throughout the crowd. “Hey Charlie that’s the one who broke you’re nose isn’t it?” Her attention was drawn to the man at her side whose nose was bandaged up, and he cast a glare. Oh god how ere they suppose to get out of this one?
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Post by tessa on May 5, 2011 1:48:16 GMT -5
Escaping without any major charges, with their lives and freedom intact was, in Tara’s eyes, nothing short of a miracle. She happily walked alongside Sage, chatting in an almost giddy way as they journeyed back to her home in the darkness of the city night streets. Lamplights added little light to their path and in some instances simply added more darkness, as if that were at all possible. Tara’s human form could not see very well in the darkness, and her animal form was less than helpful in that respect. Had she been an owl or some sort of night faring avian perhaps her awareness and understand of night time travel and safety would have been better. As it were, her happiness and willingness to accept that her greatest fear and challenge of the day were all over had blinded her to caution. Luckily for her, her friend Sage was much more aware of her surroundings than she.
“Hey there bitches.”
The phrase turned her warm blood to ice with one nervous beat. Her heart itself even seemed to freeze, and fear and panic clutched at her breast, squeezing it into obedient submission. Tara’s eyes darted about and an ill feeling came over her. Her limbs numbed and a sweat broke over as if cooled eggs were being cracked over her head, the yolks clinging to her skin as it slithered across her body. The only thing that snapped her back into action was Sage grabbing onto her wrist.
The warm, tight grip filled her with confidence for that one second, and her eyes narrowed. They were surrounded. How could she have let this happen? They should have been more careful! But, Tara thought, how could her day have gotten any worse? She just did not think the driving forces of luck and fate were that cruel.
Tara turned to give Sage a scared, panicked look, but not about the gang. Her eyes glazed over, “ow!” she said, holding her stomach. The cramps became worse and worse, her expression morphing into one of violent, torturous pain. She yanked her wrist away from Sage as a fever like magma blanketed her body, making her want to shed her clothing. But her muscles seized and moving made the fever angrier. The men lit up at the show of weakness.
This was going to be easier than they thought. Maybe their mere presence was smiting enough for the woman. Perhaps she knew that she deserved what she was about to get, and was preparing herself.
Tara looked up at Sage in the same moment those thoughts coursed through the group’s minds and whispered, “I’m shifting…” she shivered, scared as another wave of pain hit her. Feathers grew from her neck and arms, and her shirt became lumpy as they grew under her clothing. Her knees gave one last quiver, then buckled, sending her to the sidewalk.
The group figured it out by then. They figured this would help them. What kind of bird could possibly hurt them? The shift wouldn’t bother them too much anyway; they had seen movies. They knew what it was like.
But Tara hadn’t shifted in over two and a half months, making her ill. This was her body’s way of purging the illness, brought into action by the flight-or-fight instinct and severe mental stress. Feathers continued to grow and so did her level of pain. Normally shifting happened much quicker, with less pain, if the shifter shifted as often as they are supposed to. But Tara hadn’t; she was ashamed of her form, getting over her insecurities with much less grace than she had envisioned. Her teeth soon began to grow out at an impossible angle, forming a beak from between her curled lips. She cried out in pain, her vocal cords halfway formed between bird and human, coughing blood on the concrete.
This upset one of the more squeamish gang members, who stopped in his tracks and stared, aghast at the shape shifting woman. The adrenalin in Tara provided a considerable amount of protection from the pain. In fact, going into shock made her all but completely numb to the final stage of the shift that was the frontier between what she was going through now, and the “ideal” shift, where the shifting was seamless and painless. The bones in her body cracked and snapped. Finally she turned into a raven, and her clothes writhed with the small feathered body.
The group stood in silence, staring in shock and horror for a moment. The raven poked her head out of the clothes. Now she was pissed. She bent her head low, rocked back and forth, and hissed evilly with her wings spread out, making herself look big as she puffed out her feathers. She then lifted off into the air with some strong down strokes and landed on Sage’s shoulder, cawing loudly at the group. One could only imagine what kind of curses she was uttering.
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Post by mooka on May 8, 2011 22:15:42 GMT -5
Sage’s eyes widened a bit in concern as Tara’s face was contorted with pain. The laughter from the gang didn’t help and Tara’s condition only seemed to worsen as sweat beads formed on her brow. What was happening to her? She couldn’t have just gotten sick that quickly, maybe she was nervous, or having a stroke or something similar? Sage bent down and tired to comfort her friend, wondering what on earth they were going to do now. They couldn’t run with the girl in this condition, and they surely couldn’t fight them off! Maybe some cops would wander by and come to their rescue, which unfortunately was highly unlikely. If any cops came they’d probably just drive on by or arrest them again.
But the small words that Tara muttered made Sage’s heart skip a beat. Thank god! She let a sigh of relief escape her lips, but tried to keep her concern expression to make the gnag still convinced that Tara was suffering. Well there was no doubt the girl wasn’t in pain, but this would mean they wouldn’t get beaten up! Sage bit her lip and tried to act like she was freaking out about her friend. But at the same time a plan was formulating in her brain, a way to get them out of here without a single scratch, and it was all thanks to Tara’s mind deciding it was a good time to shift. She knew enough about that power that the longer you didn’t practice the more it would hurt. Tara was a perfect example of this.
She winced slightly as bones popped and bent to fit the form of the bird, and the blood set her nerves on end as well. At least this was also getting to the gang members who were becoming terrified of what was happening.
One of them gasped in a not-so-manly way before taking a ‘brave’ step forwards. “What’s wrong with your friend?”
Perfect.
Sage turned wild eyed to face them with a terrified expression. She jumped to her feet and pushed the man back. “Oh you’ve done it now! She’s a cursed one she is, that abnormal freak, and now she’s going to set a horrible path for all of you.” She pointed to the man that had punched Tara. “Especially you! You touched her!” The man cast a horrified look at his hands and shook his head in disbelief. Now it was time for the magic.
They all fell silent as the raven emerged from the pile of clothes and landed on her shoulder, puffed up and demon looking as possible. Sage gasped and sat on the floor gently, trying not to push off the raven, and held her head. “Oh no…s-she got me too…” She whimpered gently, but was grinning behind the mat of hair covering her face. She shut her eyes tightly and hissed, which wasn’t so fake, as the roots of her hair began to change into a dark grey before spreading out to the full length of her hair. The men were all standing together, hardly breathing as they looked upon the scene, either too stupid or scared to move. Next she changed her fingers into pointed tips and started to change the color of her flesh to a lighter grey. She moaned loudly and began to take steps towards them. “Please help me…”
The men went into action, all terribly freaked out. “No way man, look at them!” “Let’s get the fuck out of here!” “Don’t touch them!” And they all turned and ran away from the duo with their tails’ between their legs.
Sage grinned toothily and moved her hair from her face before looking at the bird on her shoulder. She ran some fingers through the puffed up feathers on her back. “You can calm down now Tara.” She wondered if the bird could understand her, or if Tara was in control of the form. If not she was risking getting a nip from the bird, but there was no life threatening injuries a raven could give her.
Once her heart calmed down she started to chuckle. But the laughter grew and erupted loudly from her, causing some tears to form in the corners of her eyes. “Those punks won’t mess with us again! Did you see their faces? Priceless!”
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