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Post by Rahab "Gaia" Johnson on Oct 18, 2008 23:30:57 GMT -5
Rahab sat under the trees. It was nighttime and she was the only one in her area of the park. She loved it here. She could forget about all the polution and danger. All she needed to think about was the plants around her. And she did think about them...and talk to them. This was the one place, besides her apartment, that she could be herself without fear of what people would think of her.
Rahab reached out and allowed a creeper vine to wrap around her wrist. A flower bloomed at the end in the crook of her elbow. Rahab smiled at the delicate flower. She loved it as she loved everything of Mother Nature. Rahab curled up on her side and allowed the plants to weave themselves into a blanket over her. They would warn her if anyone came near...hopefully.
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Post by necromancer on Oct 22, 2008 1:29:24 GMT -5
There something inately comforting about the night. As an agent of death and resurrection, Devin was surely fated to be somewhat nocturnal, to associate with the creatures who frolicked in darkness. However, he was not so morbid. He wasn't exactly one of those goth kids sauntering around in Halloween costumes every night listening to Marilyn Manson or whatever these American kids did in their free time. He wasn't really sure. He had only spent a few weeks in this country and hadn't become very acquainted with its culture, especially since he hadn't interacted with many people.
Leaves rustled callously in the cold autumn wind. A thick blanket of stars stared down upon Devin as he shivered in his thin navy green jacket. It would be a long, lonely night. That was for sure. Or at least it seemed to be so. In the corner of his eye, he spotted another person in the park. Guess I'm not the only one alone on a Saturday night, he thought to himself. He thrust his hands into his pockets and threw on his hood. Normally, he would greet the person. He was a loner, but he wasn't shy . . . just an asshole. However, it would probably just seem creepy.
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Post by Rahab "Gaia" Johnson on Oct 22, 2008 9:20:35 GMT -5
The plants woke her. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep, but it had apparently been long enough to become groggy. The plants spoke in hushed, but urgent whispers. Someone had come, a male. He was still a little way away, but not overly much. It was possible he had seen her. That made Rahab nervous. If he saw her, he might know she was a mutant. What would he think? What would he say? What would he do? That was what scared Rahab most. She knew that some were violent when it came to her kind. She hoped this man was not one of them.
Rahab stood up and the woven blanket fell back to the ground. Parts of the blanket went back to the plants it had come from. Most of it became mulch and blended into the soil. She could see the other standing there. Rahab stared at him, unsure if she should call out to him. Maybe she shouldn't draw attention to herself. Rahab stood there torn.
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Post by necromancer on Nov 9, 2008 18:05:47 GMT -5
"Nice trick," commented Devin suddenly. "It must be infinitely fascinating to have supreme power over blankets. You should be so proud." He supposed he should probably be more cautious in his words in case her powers extended further than manipulation of blankets. However, Devin really wasn't so clever. It wouldn't have been the first time his mouth got him into trouble. He simply didn't care what anybody thought or felt. In fact, he really didn't care about anything or anyone other than himself and his well-being. He was quite certainly selfish, but he already knew that.
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Post by Rahab "Gaia" Johnson on Nov 10, 2008 0:51:52 GMT -5
"That wasn't a blanket," Rahab said surveying the male. His comment had been snide, but that didn't hurt Rahab. She knew that there were people like him in the world. It didn't hurt her. Why should it? For one thing, she didn't know him. For another thing, she wasn't offended. The plants could very well have looked like a blanket to him. That was what she had meant them to be after all.
"They were plants. All of it. I...comminucate with and stimulate plants. Not blankets."
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Post by necromancer on Nov 10, 2008 11:29:24 GMT -5
"I could understand why you would want to do that. It must be more interesting that trying to communicate with most Americans." He had only been in the country for a relatively short while. In that time, he had found that Americans were no more friendly to him than the British. He had concluded it was not due to any fault of his own doing, nothing to do with his rudeness or malicious comments. It was entirely the fault of the insipid Americans and their substandard way of life.
"So, do you have a name?"
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Post by Rahab "Gaia" Johnson on Nov 10, 2008 16:12:40 GMT -5
"I am called Rahab or Gaia. And I have found nothing wrong with the people I have met. They are just all...different. As am I. Though I will admit, I haven't been around people long so I might be wrong in my assessments of them." The truth was she had only been around people for two years. Before that she had been in the attic without a name. Now she had a name. She was making a life for herself. Or at least, she was trying to. It was a hard thing to do in truth. It was amazing who hard learning something new could be.
"And what is your name...if I may ask."
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