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Post by 0 on Aug 17, 2017 19:56:38 GMT
The steady thrum of cicadas filled the slanted evening air.
The heat wave of noon had given way to a gust of wind from the north, bringing forth an arctic chill underneath long, sleek clouds. Leaves rustled like distant rain behind the noise of the insects' songs, the trees that lined the streets spreading their limbs in a wide, creaking stretch, cooling the concrete to a point of bearable comfort. Shadows fell long across the ground, crawling up the walls of old brick buildings, their doors having fallen, mortar crumbling, and windows boarded. The tangle of vines and weeds that grew thick through this part of town flared their leaves in response to the setting sun, catching what little light they could.
A child, donning blue-and-white plaid poncho and a patchy green beret, made her way down the empty street, arms and legs swinging high in a jaunty walk. Hooked to the loop of a belt, which bore a ridiculously oversized buckle in the shape of an overturned H, there hung a plastic pistol, drops of water leaking from its bright orange nozzle.
From under shadows fallen of short, hanging brow hair, bright blue eyes pierced through the evening light as it slid across the street. One hand dropped, fingers curling loosely around the belt near the toy gun, thumb flicking at the chain which kept the weapon from falling.
A new challenger approaches.
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Post by kleiva on Aug 20, 2017 19:42:40 GMT
The Ghost
Her meeting with that man had been interesting, to say the least. She had taken a bit of time laying low afterward. No need to draw attention to her self. She found a peaceful street of houses left to rot. A perfect place to just rest and stay away for the police and preying eyes. Long dark hair framed her pale eyes. Ripped jeans, a white t-shirt, and a leather jacket made up her clothes. She held her sonic screwdriver in her right hand. Evey now and then she would flip it in the air before catching it without even looking.
Shortly after she would stop a child walking towards her. Quickly she would put her screwdriver back into her jacket pocket. It might be a child but she didn't want her alien technology to fall into the hands of anyone. The trouble she could get in trying to get it back was not good, not good at all.
She tried to not look frightening, but she really had no idea if it worked. The man had been afraid of her, but she didn't know way. At least not how to prevent it from happening again. Sure she was a bit crazy by the standards of others. Anyone would be if they lived like her.
"Hey there" She called out to the girl. Ghost wondered what someone so young was doing here all alone. It didn't seem right to leave a little girl in a place like this. Who knew what could happen.
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Post by 0 on Aug 20, 2017 21:27:29 GMT
It was a woman; black hair, leather jacket, ripped jeans. The child stopped dead in her tracks, head bowed, bangs lowered in order to hide her gaze. Likely not even a preadolescent yet, she was a lot shorter than the adult.
Through the strands she listened and watched as the stranger approached her on the sidewalk, idly flipping some manner of tool in the air, only to stop when she noticed the child in her path, quickly stowing the item away.
The child let the woman speak first, before speaking up herself. "Don't put it away...," she said softly, slowly lifting her head in what had to have been a long-practiced glare of challenge. A wide grin spread fast across her face, and in one smooth motion she unhooked the gun from her belt, aiming the barrel at the stranger's face.
Folks had to be quick draws if they wished to survive around these here parts.
"You dare enter my territory?" said the child, as a drop of water fell from the bright orange translucent nozzle. "Fight me or die."
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Post by kleiva on Aug 21, 2017 14:06:07 GMT
The Ghost
There was something about the child she liked. She was unable to put her finger on what it was at this moment. Perhaps she simply liked humans? The kid had hidden her eyes under bangs and it looked like she was waiting. A bright smile was placed on her own lips as she moved closer. It seemed the girl had seen her tool, too bad. At least it was just a child. "It's too powerful to have it fall into the wrong hands" She spoke calmly. She didn't mind telling children the truth about everything. Who would believe them if they said what had happened?
She stopped in front of the girl and watched as she made her challenge. The plastic gun was aimed at her face, but she only chuckled. "Really?" she began in a playful tone. She had stood alone against whole battle fleets and won. the only problem her was that she didn't wish to hurt the kid. She could probably rip the gun from her hands, but what would be the fun in that.
"Are you sure you want to do this? If you kill me you will never know my secret" She asked calmly, tilting her head to the side. It was up to the child what happened next. She was ready for all options.
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Post by 0 on Aug 21, 2017 15:57:56 GMT
Too powerful? Secret?
The child's will wavered. On the one hand, there was the chance of battling with someone who wielded something great! On the other...SECRETS.
The girl planted her feet firmly on the ground, flattening the smile on her face. She couldn't back down. She wouldn't lose her nerve! She shan't be fooled!
"Have it your way," the child said, and with a triumphant cry of "En garde!" she pulled the trigger.
A spray of water was released, shooting out for, she hoped, any place on the stranger's face -- she was aiming for right between the eyes, but there was always the chance that her aim was off-- er, well, that the sun was in her eyes. Is what would cause it.
Yeah.
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