.:Catch Me If You Can:. ((CLOSED, SEE NEW THREAD!))

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia was rather silent until she felt the weight of something on her shoulders. A... A jacket? She thought, looking up at Elliot with a bit of surprise in her eyes. She would have asked why he had done it, but when Elliot spoke again, that left Mayia with nothing to say. There was a faint, light smell of lemon clinging to the jacket for some reason, but it was comforting, and the warmth it brought to her was kind yet unfamiliar. She was starting to think that Elliot wasn't so bad, since he didn't try to force her to agree with his kindness. He just acted accordingly... She gently held the jacket in place, seeing how worn out this jacket was. It must have been important to be this worn and not have been thrown away yet. Before Elliot could get to far from earshot, she looked up at him with a soft smile and said, "Thank you, Elliot..." in a grateful tone that was just loud enough to hear over the gentle rushing of the waves against the sand below. She then turned back towards the water for a second more, giving thought to the idea of going back inside. There was always the chance of the jacket getting damaged one way or another, and even if Elliot did give it to her without any hesitation, she wanted to be more considerate of him like he had been for her. It had been a while since she had ever thought about someone else like this. She would usually take care of animals that were not human.

It just took a second more of thought before she stood up and got off of the rock. It was unstable. She really didn't want to go inside, but it was evident that Elliot worried just a little about her. She was able to catch up with Elliot and took the coat from her shoulders, holding it out to him. "... But I don't think I can even borrow this. It seems important." She said quietly, looking up at Elliot with a bit of understanding. Mayia had her own little treasure that hung around her neck. One of Hunter's fangs. It had fallen from his mouth when he was beaten by those thugs. She wore under her clothing rather than outside. She would hate to lose it.

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{ Eh >.< Just saw the announcement in the forums. No more decorative posts for me xS }

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"Hullo, ugly man", she muttered under her breath, mimicking his drunken slur with vicious gusto. "Well, if I could reorganise the alphabet, I'd put U & I as far apart a possible". Karen wrinkled her nose at the smell of sour sweat and alcohol coming off his in waves. He was repulsive. She ran a hand through her hair impatiently whilst she eyed him warily, contempt glittering in her browny green eyes that were narrowed to slits. "So. What are you doing in my hanger?", she asked again, venom lacing her voice like a snake's bite.



.: тяу αη∂ мαкє мє :.

[raibee.]

(We should do a time skip, 'cause RPing as Lucien is causing me to shudder in disgust.)

A soon as Lucien's perverse grin had spread across his face, it faded. The lady had asked a good question and he wasn't sure he remembered the answer. "I fink I was off to th' motel, buh 'ere works for me," He managed to slur through the influence of the alcohol. "Mind if I rest 'ere?" The drunk inquired, stumbling forward as he did so. The stumbling however was his downfall, as he was soon crumpled in a heap of filth and disgust on the hangar floor. It was a pitiful sight really, though to Ian, had he been there, it would have been a triumph on Karma's end.

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{ Yeah. There's not much happening }

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Karen looked down at Lucian in disgust and aimed a forceful kick at his midriff. "Scum", she muttered, her voice dripping ice. She paused a looked down at him for a moment, then sigh. She grabbed his collar and dragged him roughly outside the hangar, dropping him pointing in a drain. "Ciao, you disgusting worm", she added, giving him another hard kick as she left. She walked back into the hanger and jumped into her plane. She locked the doors and sighed, already drifting into sleep.

[0live]

Before Elliot got all the way in the door, he saw Mayia at his side holding out his jaket to return to him. It took his sleepy mind a moment to take in what was going on. "...'Kay." Elliot sply replied, "Sleep well... I suppose." He gave one last glace toward Mayia as he took his jacket from her and head inside. Elliot closed the door behind him and went upstairs to go to bed in the extra rooms.

((Yeah, Poof, It's morning time now))

[Mayiamaru]

(Nice XD)

Mayia hadn't slept at all during the night, and she was able to hide her drowsines behind a small little mask of calmness. She was inside, in the kitchen. just making breakfast. Mayia was a bit of a cook from when she actually had a home. She was taught by her foster mother, but Mayia couldn't make anything fancy at all. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon and mashed potatos all made fresh were placed on a preset table. It was the least she could do for a woman who helped her come off from the street, and a boy who tried to help her as well. I hope I set enough places... She thought to herself. Four places were set. It had been so long since Mayia had a real meal.

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Skye was out early that morning with the kids, just outside his door. Skye was sitting on the steps with the little girls, teaching them braids since they had asked, while a little boy... tried to briad, but had given up and started playing with a blue ball against the wall of Skye's small house. Skye was without his hat, guitar and cloak. Seeing Skye like this was very uncommon, but the kids didn't seem to mind. The cold air emanated from his body, but none of the children cared. "Sherri, you must keep this consistant. Like this..." Skye was much more gentle than he seemed for a bounty hunter.

[raibee.]

[Whoot!]

Sunlight streamed through the glass window panes of Ian's cabin and onto the young pilot who was currently laying on his couch, his arm resting over his eyes. Sighing softly, Ian frowned, not wanting to start the day just yet. Unfortunately, to make a living, Ian needed to go and look for jobs. Bounty hunters worked on commission and unless Ian was selling his talents, he'd never make money. Ah, the exciting sort of life did have its downfalls.

Removing his arm from covering his eyes, Ian blinked in an attempt to help his eyes adjust to the change of light. Exhaling a held breath, Ian stood and stretched. Sleeping on a couch wasn't the most comfortable choice of rest area. "Alright," He sighed, "time to start the day."

[I'm not sure what to type at the moment. For now, this is a filler post. :D]

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Karen woke and stretched her arms, before rubbing her eyes wearily. She looked around her, then sighed before opening her plane door and jumping out with a groan. "Ouch", she grumbled, rubbing her legs to try and stimulate blood flow, "Maybe the motel would have been a better idea…" She sighed again, then straightened up, before walking out of the hangar. She look around town in the morning, then follow up any leads in the afternoon. She paused by the man she had thrown in the gutter yesterday, Lucian she thought he name was. She looked thoughtfully at him for a moment, before spitting on him and walking off.

[0live]

((Sorry for my inactivity, I've been very very busy))

Elliot awoke in his loose t-shirt and boxers with his sheets stroom across the small, twin sized bed in the corner of the bland guest room situated in the upper level of Gina's cafe. The dusty window let some light in from the rising sun which beamed into Elliot's half awake eyes. He was finally fully awake so he sat up, taking in the atmosphere of the half empty room. Elliot let out a yawn and put his feet on the floor then began to walk to the half open door of his temporary bedroom, heading down stairs to make some breakfast before work.
Once he got downstairs, Elliot saw several places set out already with food on them. He was suprized and thought that one of the cooks had stayed overnight to make breakfast. But, once he looked around, he only saw Mayia there.
"Did you make this?" He asked her, gesturing towards the table.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia was still cleaning up the pans that she used, having a little trouble since it had been a while since she even held a sponge. At the sound of a voice, she gasped, nearly dropping the pan that she held. She did drop the sponge into the sink, though. She turned, the soapy pan in her hands. "O-Oh.... Good morning Elliot." She saighed with relief that it hadn't have been someone else. "Yes. I hope that it's alright... It's the least that I can do for Miss. Gina..." She said, looking over the spread on the table. "I haven't cooked for a long time, so I hope I didn't do anything wrong." She added in with a pathetic looking smile on her face. She was beginning to feel a little at home here, but it was still a little unnerving to be even standing in this restuarant. Something about this building just put Mayia on edge, and whatever the reason was, she just couldn't understand it.