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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Nov 7, 2004 8:41:14 GMT -5
Prance down the streets of the victorian steel city and the steps you take may lead you to the hideout of Leanon Gilliandrais...And her unlucky pet salmon.
Almost hidden between two factorys, the clock tower stands in ruin, many slates missing from the roof allow rain to slip in on occasion, nice for salmon, but not for those with human flesh sensitve to the cold and wet.
Step a little closer, and breathe in, the smell of bat droppings will hit you with full force. Step back.
If you should open the door, the sound of a violin may reach those with more sensitive hearing, the melody may wrap around you, urging you to walk in, to talk to those hidden inside this derelict building...
Maybe.
Or perhaps, if your heart is black and decaying, it may repulse you, and you shall ne'er come back to this place.
Or maybe, you'll never find it at all, the small tower, situated between large factorys, inhabited by an undead of elven descent and her strange little familiar.
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Nov 19, 2004 12:51:42 GMT -5
Leanon carefully opened the crooked door that led to the inside of the rather gloomy tower, she shivered a little and freed Sir Salmonkins from her tophat, then watched with a grin as he bumped into the nearby wall, his fins flailing.
She addressed the flustered salmon with a impish glint in her eyes "Home again, right! methinks it's time for a midnight serenade, eh love?"
The salmon whizzed around the young ghostly elf in small cricles until it became rather dizzy and flopped to the floor, twitching slightly.
"I'll, uh, take that as a yes, you divine creature."
She pulled the old violin from her tattered robes and placed the bow upon the shivering strings.
The melody began.
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Post by Wyvern on Nov 28, 2004 13:08:43 GMT -5
Wonders in the moonless night about the newness of this place called Steel City. He prowls among the least traveled areas, cautious of the traffic and leery of the cities inhabitants. He skulks in the shadows of the dingy factories, longing stacks of puffing smoke, slumbering from a hard days burn. The rank smell of labors sweat, oil and soot mix with the rain and roll grimly down his hooded cloak.
Needing shelter and sleep he notices alone clock tower nestled among the industry. It’s crumbling façade and unkempt appearance gives him comfort. Always cautious of the direct approach he scouts the forlorn structure and discovers an entrance through a second story window; tactical in nature, he nimble makes way towards the top of the unsound structure, careful, he picks his way among the cracking and rotting beams.
He hunches down in a place free of rain and wind where the wood is sound and wraps his arms around his legs prepared to sleep. His skin bristles at the sudden feeling of another presence as seconds later the rebellious sound of an old door opens. He quietly moves to the edge of the beam, careful to hold to the shadows and stares down to the floor below.
Staring, he bites his lower lip to repress a chuckle as he watches the lanky figure remove her top hat, then moment’s later talk to her salmon flopping about in the rain soaked floor. Intrigued, he continues to watch the tattered robed figure; listening to her stringed melody, he becomes strangely entranced by her skillful play.
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Nov 28, 2004 13:22:37 GMT -5
The young elf had, by now become completely lost within the melody she was playing, it wrapped itself around her form and took her back in time, before she had died, before she had resorted to hiding in such a run down place.
Her features became contorted as passion filled her, every single one of her peculiar memories flashing behind her eyes, the music exagerating them, causing her to stop midway through a C note, as was her trademark by now, and quietly, with shaking hands, place the antique violin back inside her cloak, wrapping the material around hersef, as if to try to keep herself warm.
"Bad habit..Bad habit..." She mumbled under her icy breath as she began to ascend another crumbling and decript staircase, the rain droplets pooling underneath her chin, dripping onto her attire.
Her green eyes flashed as she noticed an unfamiliar shadow, trembling slightly she reached out almost blindly for her floating familiar, wrapping her fingers around it and bringing it close to her face.
"Shhhh, we must be quiet, someone has come to pay us a visit."
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Post by Wyvern on Nov 28, 2004 14:13:20 GMT -5
Closing his eyes he allowed himself to be consumed by the stringed serenade, the figures fervor flowing it her bow, slide to the strings, filling the air with her passion. Even finished, her strings silent, he held his eyes closed, relishing the warmth of the moment.
Suddenly his preternatural senses screamed, filling his ears with alarm, reflexively his head had dropped to the spot of danger; opening his eyes, he saw the strange feminine elf, looking up at him. Quickly he moved back into the shadows, cursing himself silently for his foolishness. Holding his breath, controlling the measure of his heart beat, his mind raced over his options, what to do, what to do.
Moving back to the edge of the beam, he tentatively extended his hand and waved slightly, a small smile curling on his lips, his word coming out clear but soft;
“Hello.”
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Nov 28, 2004 14:48:56 GMT -5
Leanon jumped, her eyes becoming wide and very curious, she stepped back a little, her boots making dull thumping noises like a steady heartbeat upon the damp wood.
She surveyed the figure, her gaze intent, determined to keep a detailed image of this visitor, it had, after all, been a while since anyone had found the old clocktower, her stare flicked back upwards and back to his eyes, his smile chilled her a little, she decided not to concentrate on it, best not to really.
The salmon floated away from Leanon and bumped against the visitors hand, waving it's fins around in a circular motion, as if trying to swim in the air, or perhaps, if it were possible, row a small boat.
Leanons ear twitched and she stuttered nervously, trying far to hard t remain calm and collected.
"H-hello...Who...Who are you?"
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Post by Wyvern on Nov 28, 2004 15:07:12 GMT -5
“I’m new….”
Biting his lip, he held himself in check, wanting to flee from this strange place, but instead gazed at the slim, long-limbed figure of a woman. He studied her features, smiled at the fish, deciding she was his kind of people.
“My name is Wyvern, Wyv, and I’m new, to this place.”
He swept his hands around and smiled at her awkwardly. He shook his head, his white hair flying from side to side, then continued to fumble onward,
“I don’t mean to this place, I mean to this city, Steel City.”
Glancing at his boots he sighed softly and looked back at her, his eyes glowing with a slight intensity.
“What I’m trying to say is that I’m a stranger, newly arrived to Steel City and I have no place to stay, know no one, I’m….I’m looking for a friend.”
Swallowing slightly, he looks nervously at his hands, then back to the strange girl; he crooks a slight smile and studies her features, her reaction to his words.
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Nov 28, 2004 15:16:12 GMT -5
Leanon chuckled lightly, the small sound soon turned into a full blown laugh, she held her sides and nearly doubled over.
Suddenly she stoppped, remembering her manners and inwardly telling herself off for being so foolish, not to mention rude and uncouth.
"So, you are a stranger, a strange person, looking for fellow strangers and strange people to befriend? My dear, you should have said so in the first place, you must be the first person with questionable mental helath I have found in this city."
She picked her salmon from the air and waved it about absent mindedly, the poor thing flailed it's fins and blubbed, protesting rather loudly.
"Salmon nunchucks" She said offhandedly.
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Post by Wyvern on Nov 28, 2004 15:50:28 GMT -5
Smiling at her warm reaction, his starch white teeth contrast against his dark skin, his canines overly pronounced hinting of something strange.
“I’m coming down”
He studies the structure below, then suddenly leaps off the beam, his body falls the distance to the floor below, lands nimbly, crouched, nearly on all fours, his movements all most cat lack in its grace.
Standing, his eyes dart around quickly, surveying the new surrounds, he turns his attention back to the pale violinist, smiling his voice rings with a new found ease.
“I'm sorry, I didn’t get your name.”
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Post by VivianneDelacroix on Nov 29, 2004 3:05:51 GMT -5
Water drenches the tall thin figure as she rushes into the tower, not looking where she was going, but just seeing a dark and isolated place. Her black hair plasters against her paled skin as she slides into the doorway, slamming her back against the wall as she hides just inside of it. She pants for breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her eyes try to accustom theirselves to the dark.
Outside the sound of men yelling can be heard, and this woman cannot help but smile as she hears footsteps go past the doorframe and therefor past her. She waits for a few moments before her long thin fingers search for her booty, her findings for the night.
Her emerald green eyes, still shining with adrenaline and excitement, seem focused only on the small bag she hides in her hands. The wild beating of her heart in her chest drowns out the sounds of the rain as well as the others in the room with her. And here she thought she would be alone...
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Nov 29, 2004 12:49:20 GMT -5
"Leanon..."
She muttered, her voice quiet as if she was elsewhere, somewhere full of salmon nunchucks.
"And yours..?"
She added as an afterthought, green eyes flitting around the room, as if distracted by something, the orbs showed slight fear as the shadows hidden amongst the many beams and rotting wood caught her attention a little more than usual.
"I think I must be going barmy, are you imaginary? No one ever comes here..."
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Post by VivianneDelacroix on Nov 29, 2004 14:11:24 GMT -5
She perks her head up as she hears the muttering of voices over the top of her own pounding heart. She takes in several deep breaths. As slick as the black oil, the color of her hair, she slithers through the shadows, sure that the voice was not talking to her.
The slender and tall figure, as sure footed and lithe as she is, places her toe down on a rotted plank. With a crash, boom, bang, the floor breaks beneath her. She falls with a yell of surprise. Her arms flail out instinctively so that she catches herself before falling completely, her shoulders and head are still above the ground.
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Post by TheSalmonWhisperer on Dec 4, 2004 10:53:29 GMT -5
Leanon jumped about a foot into the air with a loud scream, visibly trembling, her gasps coming out in quick succesion she looked from left to right, her eyes almost unaturally wide, it almost seemed as if her hair was on end.
Almost to shocked to speak she ignored the young man and began to slowly, and carefully tread across the rotting wood, searching in the gloom for the new visitor.
She gripped the cold, slimey wall, then coughed, allowing her throat to become clear, just like her voice.
"Show yourself."
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Post by Wyvern on Dec 9, 2004 14:44:43 GMT -5
Smiling at the tall figure he prepares to give her his name when she is suddenly startled. Moving with preternatural grace he withdraws two long curved daggers from behind his back and moves quickly to the shadows.
He stares briefly at the slender girl, wanting to bring her to the safety of his side. Breathing in through his nose, his heighten olfactory senses, quickly filters through the smells of the room, his hostess, her fish until finally locating the unusually smell of another female.
Holding to the shadows, he moves with catlike stealth towards the source of the new odor, glances over to his new found friend, her fright visible on her face, he crouches low, prepared to attack the unwanted visitor.
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Post by VivianneDelacroix on Dec 10, 2004 11:14:09 GMT -5
Vivianne starts to laugh as she hears the comment of the other woman in the tower. She throws her head back, her black inky tresses falling over the floorboards of which she is currently trapped. Her voice is deep, almost raspy and if a voice could be smokey, that was this one.
She gathers herself as her hands clutch at the rotted wood, slowly starting to drag herself out of the hole she had created.
"You know, mon ami...I would show myself, but you are just about to step on me."
Vivianne grins up at the woman from her place in the flooring, her white teeth like a beacon against her rubied lips. Her almost boyishly thin figure, lean from years of work, begins its ascent from the hole in the floor.
"Actually, if I could get a little help...."
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