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Post by Alex on Feb 2, 2009 20:32:42 GMT -8
Aers City sported many unique and outstanding alleys and streets in it's market; among them this particular street was just one more. In the center of the unassuming byway, off to the right just a tad stood a bobble head stand and a very assuming woman in front of it.
"Raven" said the miniature plaque adorning the figure she held. The small dark-haired man nodded his head enthusiastically upon being picked up. She pursed her lips and placed the slender figurine back on the table beside many others of it's kind, all in different poses. One offered her a dark coloured rose, which she declined by picking up a different figure. This one, seemingly the female version of the first wore a long Gothic dress with neon highlights."Crow" said it's plaque. The figurine shook her head in dismay.
Putting the little thing back where she found it, she turned to leave the stand.
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Post by Tinka on Feb 4, 2009 23:11:54 GMT -8
A chrome-masked individual crashed into the woman, sending bobble heads flying everywhere. She screeched, sounding like a banshee, as several of the figurines smashed against the dusty ground. Lopsided heads bobbled on dismembered shoulders and a red liquid seeped from the insides of the broken toys. For Nerv, it had taken her an entire months work stealing and cheating to save up enough spare change to make a purchase of these captivating figures. She turned on the woman abruptly, green eyes shimmering like acid.
"Watch where you're going, why don't you?!"
Meanwhile, attracted by the sound of fateful catastrophe, two violet eyes peered in the direction of the stall. Crow grinned, wondering if a fight would break out. And over what? Toys? People these days. He spared the mess another glance, searching for that quality that made them so apparently special. A glimmer of silver, the shine of black synthetic hair, a shard of purple ceramic. A miniature, burnt rose.
Crow narrowed his eyes, drawn towards the stall, he haphazardly crossed the busy alleyway for a better look.
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Post by Alex on Feb 5, 2009 13:00:27 GMT -8
Avri picked herself up from the ground and glared at the multiple red stains now on her lilac shirt. The shirt was done for, in all senses of the word, as it seemed the blood of the figurines was abrasive. Her skin itched where it was seeping through her shirt.
The stand owner screeched something at the masked one who had crashed into Avri, sending the stands' goods flying to their deaths on the cobblestone.
Avri stepped backward away from the chaos of the stall, and almost collided with the very likeness of the bobble heads. Dark hair and purple eyes marched past her, towards the mess of broken dolls.
Curious, she watched.
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Post by Tinka on Apr 9, 2009 22:07:46 GMT -8
Nervosa took this moment to bolt. Casting away the white cloak of course; the red stains would be a give away if she were ever to be found responsible for this damage, she took off down the street and slipped away into the crowd. Meanwhile, small pale hands enclosed around one of the undamaged bobble heads of the stand. The boy was frail, with short black hair. He wore a leather corset pulled tight around his appropriately flat chest and a ruffled black taffeta skirt. Turning away with the object, both he and it evanesced into the dusty air. The bobble head would appear later in Nerv's temporary residence, much to her delight.
Speaking of delight, this is exactly how Crow is not feeling. He stood in front of Avri, a currious look occupying his face for a moment. And then- maybe he had mistaken her for the stall owner, or perhaps he just needed to ask the question- he frowned at her and exclaimed:
"This is a travesty! I demand to know what kind of operation this so-called 'bobble-head stand' is about. Some sort of militant propaganda?"
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Post by Alex on Apr 10, 2009 9:22:51 GMT -8
Avri’s shirt now sported holes where the ‘blood’ had stained it, and the visible skin underneath fizzed pinkly. Putting on her coat, which was at least falling apart in different areas than her top, she looked up at the man addressing her.
“I suggest you talk to the stall’s owner,sir” she said. The connotation on ‘sir’ stood apart and unidentifiable from the rest of the sentence. Then with a smile that didn’t quite fit her situation,
“I really must go change.”
She lingered only for a moment before walking down the road and stopping in front of a clothing shop. With a glance back at Crow, she disappeared into the doorway. Bells jingled, and the door shut behind her.
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Post by Tinka on Apr 12, 2009 22:13:14 GMT -8
Luckily for the stall owner, Crow had now completely forgotten about bobble heads and propaganda. Going to change, was she? This was not the sort of activity that crow would willingly miss out on.
It took less than a millisecond for crow to decide this, and he was down the street wrenching open the shop door, before the bell had a chance to stop ringing after Avri's entrance.
He stood conspicuously beside a clothing rack, glancing around the store in search of his target.
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Post by Alex on Apr 12, 2009 22:44:58 GMT -8
Avri had already picked a shirt up when she saw Crow. To her he was a nameless male, but he had just raised himself in her eyes to "potentially useful".
She put down the plain black shirt she had taken from the rack and picked up a mellow, chocolate red one, with a low cut instead. She wandered around the store a bit, almost bumping into him once, before heading to the changing rooms.
She emerged wearing the shirt, and wondered aloud to the service attendant if it was too small. With the reply that it held her shape rather nicely, she decided to wear it out of the store. It only took a moment of awkward fumbling at the counter to produce the tag, and pay for the clothing. On her way to the door, she nearly bumped into Crow for the second time.
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Post by Pip on Sept 3, 2009 20:51:19 GMT -8
Val stood at the front of the stand, poking at a couple of the bobble heads, remotly amused, His eyes watching the small figures as they wobbled about. The 'Crow' figuring sat in the palm of his hand, and he smirked at the jiggling figure. The serpentine side of him could go for a quick bite of a bird like such, and yet his human side found something alarmingly interesting about this figure. He couldn't tell if it was based of a real person or a fictacious character, but he had an internal feeling that there was some sort of interesting aura about this one.
And then 'she' wandered into his feild of view. Her black hair flowing as she walked, and her eyes gave off a feeling of mystery. Maybe she might have a clue where a guy can make a few gold or two, and not via the usual method.
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Post by Tinka on Sept 12, 2009 22:47:11 GMT -8
Crow bit his lip, savoring the taste of blood, as he felt his mind implode.
He had been surprised the first time she had bumped into him, causing him to send several yellow sweaters flying- although he was then doubly surprised as she proceeded to ignore him and go about what seemed to be perfectly normal shopping.
And then when she crashed into him a second time?
It was too much for Crow to take; whatever was going on, he had to follow her.
Pulling himself together with his new goal in mind, he quietly skirted out of the shop after Avri.
He was instantly aware of another's attention on his prey. Competition assured him that he had, in fact, found someone valuable. Lingering behind Avri, he waited to see if she would notice too.
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