~Lotus~ wrote:"Um, what might you be looking at?" She asked wondering.. Then she smelled to food. Next time, try to put it in a container, and the put it in a crate, and put the crate in a bag. She told herself. Lotus then went over to him. [b]"Um, nothing's really wrong."[b] She said, and then saw that the creature was behind her.She motioned for it to go away for now, but it clung to her leg.
Ryzionad was too occupied with trying to figure out how food got onto the ceiling in the first place. He didn't notice the creature at Lotus' legs in the least since he was looking up.
(Writer's Block ^_^" What does the creature look like anyway?)
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Eleven heaved out a sigh from deep within her lungs, hanging her head slightly. "It's a very personal matter..." she murmured under her breath, slowly closing her eyes. Eleven wondered if she could trust Skye enough to tell him about her past, but then again, he did assist her and help with the repairs to her leg. "L-let me give you a hint..." she stammered, the subject clearly brought back painful memories for the girl. Eleven raised her head and then looked down at her left arm. Her left arm was the limb that was mostly untouched by the cold metal that replaced the girl's flesh, only her hand was metal. Eleven pushed back her sleeve and then held up her arm, turning her head around to face Skye. Darkened patches of skin lay spaced across Eleven's arm; burn marks. But, the burns grew closer and closer together as they went down Eleven's arm, until they disappeared under the girl's metal hand. Eleven pushed the sleeve of her shirt back down, lowering her arm and placing it on her lap.
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Skye nodded lightly. "I see. Well it is a bit cold, so the flame is something you will have to mind for now. We are in a well controlled environment. There is nothing to worry about here." He said in the most reassuring tone he could use. Hopefully, it would help in the least. "In the mean time, is there anything I could get for you? A beverage perhaps?"
Pocky<3 wrote:James snorted, edging closer to the oil lamp's warmth. "Just call me Rotherington." He replied shortly, wearily eying Kojack as he stood rigid in the warehouse. Meanwhile, Olah was skipping through the small alleyways, a pale finger running against the gritty brick walls as her feet landed softly as the concrete. Scurries of rat paws echoed across the dank paths, a usual in the dusky alleys. Olah sighed deeply, though no air came out as she breathed out into the eerie weather. Faintly, murmurs of voices could be heard in the distance, though the vampire could not pick out who they were.
((Just wondering, is it around evening/night-ish? xD))
(Maybe night. I'm not even sure ^_^")
"Rotherington. As in the hanky swanky family uptown?" Natsume asked, narrowing his eyes just a bit as he looked James over. Since James got closer to the flames, Natsume was able to see his face much more clearly and began to smile eerily. "Oh. I remember you now. You're James, right? I knew your dad when he was around. He was a real idiot of a man, but he had honour. I have to at least give him a little credit for that." He said, grinning at the thought. The only time he ever saw James before was when he was about four years old. Natsume may not have aged, but James sure did.