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Post by tessa on May 8, 2011 23:57:59 GMT -5
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Tara had heard about that movie, the Proposal, and she wrinkled her nose at the thought of it.
"Hm." she said thoughtfully, "I guess it could be good. But if we're going to do comedy let's really do comedy, you know? Like... The Hangover! Or we could watch Grumpy Old Men I guess? That one is cute!" She leaned forward to look at the screen with squinted eyes, unwilling to go to the optometrist for a pair of glasses she feared she needed. She brought the fleece blanket she wore on her shoulders with her as she leaned closer. It seemed as if she might not be looking at her friend, and technically she wasn't, but she could see her clearly from the corner of her eye and, to be perfectly honest, Tara had been watching Julia like a hawk.
Tara had been worried that her friend was not the 'solid rock' she had thought she was, when it came to mental stability. To be fair, at the time, anyone could be seen as a stable pillar of reason compared to Tara. But she had noticed something that just felt... wrong about her old friend. She couldn't quite place it, and perhaps she didn't want to place it, but it was there and it was growing.
Tara caught her friends reflection in the television screen. She saw the small movement she made; closing her eyes, rubbing her temples. It made her heart freeze. The thing was, Julia had been a rock for Tara. Even if she wasn't a rock for herself, even if she had other emotional things going on that made her unsure of herself or made her depressed or gave her these unstable feelings that might be considered un-rock-like, Julia was still the rock Tara had needed when she was going through her moment of distress.
Tara leaned back in her seat with a slight solemn sigh and folded her hands in her lap, rolling her neck to face her best friend.
"Julia." she said in a flat, serious tone. She uncrossed her arms and wriggled so she sat closer to the woman. Tara's heart raced. How could she possibly deal with whatever it was that was making her friend so sad? She wanted whatever it was to die a horrible, long, painful death and for it to never bother Julia again. If someone had hurt her, Tara swore inwardly that they would wish they were never born. She breathed calmly outward and her fingers intertwined with the blanket she wore as she thought of what to say.
"Are you alright? I've been worried about you. You seem..." she sighed and looked down at her toes momentarily, before looking back up at Julia, "you seem depressed, love. Do you want to talk about it?"
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Post by tessa on May 9, 2011 1:03:07 GMT -5
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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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Post by tessa on May 11, 2011 19:08:16 GMT -5
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Xara left the fire for a moment to enter her tent again. Her fox ears were out, and her tail brushed against the tent fabric as she crawled on her hands and knees in search of a plate. She knew she had one. She had stolen it herself, after all. It wasn't a huge deal. The restaurant had billions of plates. Xara had squirreled away enough cutlery for herself and half of another person, since the easiest things to pilfer were forks, knives and spoons. Of small things like that, she had plenty. But plates and bowels were another question entirely.
She found them under her nest of blankets and pulled out the plate and one fork and one knife, then backed out of the tent with the plate and cutlery clamped firmly between her teeth. She backed out of the tent and set it all nicely beside the fire. Even though she had lived on the streets for a good portion of her existence, Xara still wanted to feel as if she were in some sort of semblance of a home, or of civilization at least.
She poked the fish again to check its firmness; it would be a while before it was cooked. She wanted to make sure all of the possible bacteria were cooked off before eating it. Getting sick out in the wilderness was not something she enjoyed and it was very hard to come back from an illness when there were no hospitals or medicines that were easily available. Not to mention no time or proper place to rest. She shook her head and sighed, leaning forward onto her toes with the palms of her hands held out to absorb the heat of the fire.
"Got room for one more?"
This made her jump to the side, luckily part of her brain was aware that fires were hot and falling into one would suck. One of her hands struck out to catch her from her fall, leaving her precariously balanced on one hand and one foot. Her other was caught awkwardly under her rear-end, pinching her tail. The new person looked retched. Terrifying, even. Xara gaped up at her. But how... she looked back to the fire and noticed how much it was smoking. Fuck! She swore inwardly, righting herself to her feet as quickly as she could.
Look again; Xara looked back at the woman once she was safely on her own two feet again.
"Hey..." she said carefully, taking a step back. "Haven't we...?" she nibbled her nether lip thoughtfully. The woman looked frightfully familiar. But that was a good thing this time. Xara's shoulders dropped into relaxation and her eyes warmed considerably. "We've met." she said with more firmness this time. "At the abandoned warehouse. Do you remember?"
She frowned at her from a worried veil of green eyes. "You're injured. And muddy." Xara's ears twitched, "Are you alright?"
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