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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 1, 2006 19:09:23 GMT -5
Tavis picked his way carefully though the remains of a small house on the edge of the city. He had only been scavenging twice before, and never by himself, but he needed clothing and wanted a pair of boots.
He found what he was looking for. Kicking off his sneakers and tucking them into his bag he pulled on the boots. He poked around some more, taking some clothing and canned goods as well. With a nervous glance around he also shoved a small photo album into his bag.
With the bangles Sasha gave him jangling quietly Tavis slipped out of the house, looking around to make sure there wasn’t anyone lurking about he snuck off.
(OOC: Anyone is welcome to come along and scare the hell out of him!)
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 2, 2006 0:06:56 GMT -5
He was not supposed to be this far from Rodrae turf. Not without Jish. But Sabine was sick of being cooped up in the area about the mall, and he had been born and raised in this general area. In fact, his home, from before the military action, was only a block away. Sabine walked along, with happy memmories of his childhood dancing in his head. And then he saw it: Motion, and dropped to a crouch, settling into stillness to observe the -was it human or har?- slinking out from the house.
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 2, 2006 12:46:20 GMT -5
The streets felt painfully empty, he counted himself lucky to be alone. The military patrol had been around earlier, and they weren’t likely to be back anytime soon. Tavis moved quietly down the street, away from the house he had once called home. He made a mental note to go back sometime soon and gather more things up before someone else did. He had managed to take his mother’s jewelry already, some of her rings were woven into her dreadlocks. He hadn’t been in his bother’s room yet, he didn’t think that was something he could handle on his own.
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 2, 2006 14:45:32 GMT -5
Wraeththu? It certainly looked wraeththu... But...that's... not a Rodrae... Sabine's lips pulled themselves into a frown as he gathered his courage to shout out: "Hey, You!" towards the retreating figure.
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 3, 2006 16:43:20 GMT -5
Tavis’ first reaction was to freeze, but that would have made him an easy target. Moving as quickly as he could he darted into an alleyway between houses. He was lucky he knew his way around this area of the city. He hid out behind one of the houses out of view and waited for whoever it was to go away.
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 3, 2006 23:50:22 GMT -5
Curious. It ran away? Must've been human, Sabine thought as he edged his way further along the street. If it'd had guns it would've shot at him by now, he thinks. He sighed, gave his head a shake and started making a b-line towards what had once been his fammily's house; taking a bit more care than he had been previously, now that he's sure there are others about.
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 4, 2006 18:06:04 GMT -5
Tavis froze as he heard footsteps...how could the person had known where he went? Perhaps it was har. Taking a risk he peaked around the corner, the creature looked harish...but he didn't want to risk it, and who knows if they were friendly towards others?
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 5, 2006 0:41:56 GMT -5
Sabine sensed he was the one being watched now, instead of the watcher, and didn't like this one bit. The young har bristled, looking around again, before he picked up his pace a bit. Heading towards the once-sanctuary that had been his home.
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 7, 2006 14:13:27 GMT -5
Tavis didn’t want to keep this up, he was very sure that the creature was harish. Taking a deep breath he stepped out of the shadows, taking a defensive stance right away should he have to fight.
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 7, 2006 16:16:46 GMT -5
Sabine was a new har; and capable of being incredibly suspicious and hottempered. He heard something moving, sensing it more than seeing it, and spun on the ball of a foot gracefully to look back. His lips curled back into an animalistic grimace, eyes bright with distaste and ill-ease. "Go the fuck away! You pathetic horrid exscuse for a demon! Stop Following Me!" he railed. "I didn' do anything to you! How can I write when you're following me!"
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 7, 2006 16:21:03 GMT -5
Tavis stopped himself from taking a step backwards, he stared at the har in front of him for a moment, “Demon?” He said at last, “I’m not a demon, I’m a har like you are.”
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 7, 2006 16:24:00 GMT -5
Sabine scowled. "Gods, Don't you know anything. We're Demons." he paused to consider the other har. "Though you look pretty odd."
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 7, 2006 16:28:19 GMT -5
Tavis tilted his head to the side, oddly enough he wasn’t afraid of this strange har.
“We are not demons. Your lot may be, but I’m certainly not a demon,” Tavis’ vanity was hurt by the last comment, “And I do not look odd. I look perfectly normal!”
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Post by Sabine har Rodrae on Mar 7, 2006 16:29:46 GMT -5
Sabine eyed the other har, and shook his head. "Whatever. If you're not a demon, what are you?"
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Post by Tavis har Tura on Mar 7, 2006 16:32:46 GMT -5
“I am Tavis har Tura. Who or what are you?” Tavis said. For some reason was strangely annoyed with the har in front of him.
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