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Post by ANNA on Apr 11, 2017 1:51:11 GMT
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| _____How long had it been since Anna got the time to be nostalgic within the long years of her seemingly un-ending life. Each step seemed hollow against the stone path as the bount recalled the days of old that felt like yesterday at times. Her eyes playing tricks to reveal the same sight she saw so long ago, the small houses that dotted the area that was now Naruki city as a small frown crossed her lips. The years had been kind to some things while others not so much, her hand stopping to cup a flower in her palm before she moved along calmly barefoot and in a school outfit as the sun set in the distance.
_____She remember the first few days when she arrived at this place, how so many saw her as a traveling strategist back then, thanked her for saving them from raiders with plans and tricks to keep them away. But like many things her fate always turned sour, fond memories went south as her foot set down on broken glass and she recalled the days they chased her out of the village claiming her a witch and a bringing of death, both not fully false but still stung her heart.
_____Anna took the moment to stop and pull the glass from her foot before watching it mend and heal before her eyes, the real curse was simply the mark on her back as a monster made by mistake, a blemish on the world never meant to be. Her kind, what was left of it was hunted by so many different groups that only a very few lived if any others. The idea she might be the last of her kind was something that dropped her to the ground in tears. She hated being so alone, but that was her fate.
_____Flashes of light breaking past her tears as she looked up recalling a very old face she almost missed. The women with blonde hair that once assured her she was not the last bount around, her name long forgotten but her actions and personality still clear as the day they met. Pushing herself up before resuming her stroll through the garden, and mostly memory lane while doing her best to keep out of the darker fragment of her past and recalling anything more of the blonde women who left her without warning.
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Post by victoria on Apr 14, 2017 1:43:12 GMT
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[attr="class","mater"]  Ah the botanical gardens, Queen Victoria had not been here in her lifetime though she vaguely recalled meetings in her previous life. This place used to be great to make deals and drug trades in, people smelt all kinds of things here and general did not notice one more earthy smell. But this was not why she was here, Victoria was the one who liked being on the ground floor and meeting the clients. QV however, was here for a debatably more sinful reason. It was yoga day. She found herself a nice seat by some assorted vine-like plants she did not know the name off, a plank connecting two troughs of yellow flowers. Setting her coffee on the bench next to her, she sat back and enjoyed the view of two dozen 20something year olds do their yoga exercises. Her guards were waiting in the coffee shop, she had not told them what she was going to do there, not because she cared if they judged her. But simply because if she saw something she liked then she could hide it a lot easier than they could.
QV adjusted her sunglasses and signed peacefully, leaning back on the bench against the trellis. It was certainly a nice place, nice enough anyway, a little too clean and colourful for her liking if she was to be honest. She understood the appeal of gardens, her hobbies in them aside they smelt nice and planting things to watch them grow was a peaceful pastime. But it seemed like a lot of effort and money for just a nice place to sit down, surely this could be done in a field of grass. Thousands less to pay and you still get the green and the smells, and more people can exercise and play. She took a sip of her coffee while she thought, it was black with no sugar. Just the way she hated it. But as she had killed the person who got the order wrong already and she could not work the machine they had in the shop, she had had little choice but to accept what she had and move on. Putting the coffee back down, she started humming a tune, it was random tune but she needed to look inconspicuous. Eventually settling on a spot just past the yoga doers where a couple of birds were hopping around to pretend she was not watching the arcing girls. If she had pride, honour or even shame she might rethink this use of her day. But she didn't, so she could do what she liked.
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Post by ANNA on Apr 14, 2017 3:38:49 GMT
Words written: #468 Total written: #868 #f433ff Speech color#a74ac7 Thought color#c24641 Audio colorvictoria
| _____Anna could not help but stop in her tracks when she smelt death, it was one thing to be a fading scent but this was fresh and fairly vivid to her nose as she covered her mouth and nostrils to block some of the scent. Her feet carried her to the one who reeked of death causing her to pause once more. Was the women seriously watching people bend over? Anna’s head tipped slightly before she walked closer to the women blinking slowly and sighing lightly, this woman reminded her of the blonde women so much.
”It is one thing to look as you pass, but to watch without the signs you fully know them or they know you are here is troubling… That and you reek of death so the logical thoughts i have is you are waiting to kill them and by such thoughts i must ask you either don’t or go find someone who deserves death more than people working out without breaking any laws miss.”
_____Anna would be standing five feet from the women, her entry was slightly behind the women and her eyes told the story she was not joking about a word she had said. Hands crossed behind her back and posture straight, not exactly fitting of a middle school outfit or childish appearance but such was Anna’s normal stature. If the women tried to rush the people working out Anna would quickly move to cut her off while raising her hand in the iconic ‘stop’ gesture. Her eyes flickering slightly with anger before it was washed away with a childish glow and smile.
_____If Anna wanted to keep these people safe, though her thought they had been in any danger was yet to be fully proven she needed to get the women who smelled of death away from the area. So she faked her best tear filled eyes, ran closer to the women and looked up with sadness and heartbroken glow to her eyes before she spoke.
”Excuses me… miss… could you help me find my doll… I left him somewhere but the garden is like a HUGE~ maze to me…”
_____Anna made sure to act like a little kid and speak loud enough for the people nearby to hear. If the woman who was staring still had any type of slightly perverted expression or anger to Anna for causing the scene it would cause the people to go away, if not Anna would reach to start pulling the woman's arm away from the area. It was easy as day to tell that her grip was not human for someone her age or size if she got hold of Victoria’s hand but all Anna cared for was getting either the people and the women apart somehow.
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