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Post by brittany on Jul 4, 2010 16:04:47 GMT -5
aaliyah stood infront of the door that was suppose to be her new home. did they even understand the word home. she folded her arms and just stared at the apartment in front of her and those that were around her. there was no way she was going inside. plus she didn't know if there was a boy inside waiting or not. and if there was, man did he have a handful that he had to get ready for. aaliyah knew why she was hear. she was suppose to have babies. there was no way that she was going to make it easy for that boy inside or the boy that was coming to have babies with her. yeah aaliyah loved to be loved and she had many flings. when she was let out and about to mingle with the opposite sex, but that was because she wanted to. that was because she was able to choose who she would fling with. this what was happening right now. this was just a sick game and it was a game aaliyah wanted nothing to do with.
she watched the girls around her stare at there new places as well, and eventually walk in she even caught a glance of one of her best friends living not to far from her. with all the other girls walking into there new living hell, aaliyah felt as if she was suppose to, but didn't. for some reason her legs didn't move and she wasn't going to try and move them any faster. all she did was fall to the ground so now she was sitting on the grass in front of that cream color door. after a few minutes she got tired of looking at it and turned around so now her back was facing it and she was facing the cruel world.
what happened to the world. what made everything shift into the state that it was in now. what happened to the world where people ran free and shifters and vampires didn't exist. she had read many books, the ones she could find or was allowed to read and they were wonderful. she wish she was born way back in time when everything was right and she wasn't living in hell. maybe the devil got sick of ruling just the underworld so he brought his creations up to show god that his creations could destroy his fragile humans. what ever happened to the world she hated it.
soon she was the only one left outside, everyone was inside there new living spaces, probably looking at all the new things, wondering if there mate was in there or when they were coming. probably sitting on the couch not doing much flipping through the channels on tv that the monsters took over with their shows. what ever they were doing aaliyah wished she could be like them and not care so much. she wished her life was like the stories her brother use to tell her when she was younger. or like the daydreams she let herself get lost in. she wish it felt like dancing twenty four seven.
all aaliyah could do was sit on the grass in front of her cream color door and hope. because she didn't see anything changing anytime soon.
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Post by markus alexander blunt on Jul 5, 2010 7:26:47 GMT -5
 Long nights in the form of an entirely different entity had a nasty tendency to leave one tired and lethargic in the mornings, especially in the wee hours, when the human form had just returned. The transformation left Markus sore all over. He was busy stretching his shoulders to pop them back into place. What he wouldn't give for a steaming cup of coffee right that moment. There was sure to be some back at the cave, he thought. Wiping the last traces of sleep from his eyes, he bounded off in that direction, his pain momentarily forgotten. The prospect of hot beverages could do that to a person, but it wasn't just that. Markus was in need of his pocket mirror. Even now, he could feel his hair tying itself into untangle-able knots. He sought not only the mirror, but also his emergency hairbrush. Locks were not befitting of someone at his level of good looks.
Sure enough, in the entrance zone of the shifter cave stood a piping coffee thermos and a mountain of Styrofoam cups. A giddy smile curled the corners of his mouth as Markus plucked one up, filling it to the brim with the milking brown liquid. He took a sip, relishing the burn as the coffee traveled down his throat. Then he continued on, pass the entrance zone and into the bunk area of the cave. Everything was electrically lit and hidden from view by curtains hung from the ceiling. Markus's bunk was near the beginning, something he was glad of. In all honesty, it was probably because Ember couldn't stand him, so she placed him as far away from her own living quarters as she possibly could. Markus diluted himself into thinking it for Ember was rather fond of him, so she placed his bunk where she knew he'd like it best.
Sitting on his pillow, just where he'd left it, was Markus's emergency brush. A chuckle of joy escaped him as he lifted the brush gingerly between two fingers and proceeded to sweep it through his hair. Any thought of fetching his mirror flew from his mind. He didn't need it anymore. All he needed was a brush, and he could be fairly certain he looked perfect. Brush in one hand, coffee in the other, he danced back out of the cave, being careful not to spill any scalding coffee on the passersby he had to twirl around. Being in human form, he did not want to risk running into a mountain lion or something (though mountain lions didn't live anywhere near the shifter colony, to give you an idea of how bright our young friend Markus is), so he veered away from the woods and headed instead toward the fifteen-foot solid wall that separated the shifter colony from the outside world (and the shifter cave).
The humans should be back inside, now that the sun was up. He wasn't expecting to run into anyone as he slipped his identification card into the reader. It recognized his name, and the gate in the wall opened just wide enough to let him through (the higher authorities didn't want loose breeders escaping due to the carelessness of the shifters). Markus did so quickly, as he and everyone else had been instructed to by Ember, and the gate swung closed. He happily perused the colony, strutting as though he were the most important person in the world, with his bare chest puffed out. If asked why he was half naked, Markus would use the excuse that he'd torn all his shirts during transformation, and he hadn't yet been supplied with any new ones. In truth, he thought he was doing the colony a favor by never wearing a shirt to begin with.
His intent was to head over toward the swimming pool and take a quick dip -- chilly water had little to no effect on someone who walked around shirtless all the time. However, he was distracted from this plan by the sight of some breeder girl sitting outside a breeding apartment, while the sun was up. At least, Markus figured she was a breeder. Shifters didn't come anywhere near the breeding facilities, if they could help it. But there she was, sitting outside in the grass, while she should've been cooped up in doors making babies. Brow furrowing, Markus strode over to the breeder girl. Woman. Whatever she was. She was obviously old enough to be of breeding age, but there was something young and innocent about her.
"Begging your pardon," Markus called as he walked, involuntarily straightening up to his full height and drawing his shoulders back to draw attention to his bulk, "but what are you doing out here at this time of morning?" He halted in front of her, his feet nearly grazing the knobs of her knees. All the movies he'd watched came back to him. This moment reminded him of some western flick, where some weak lady runs into the hero of the story after he enters, guns slinging, and shoots down every one of his foes. Though Markus hadn't shot anyone down, he figured his looks would make up for that bit. He brushed his bangs out of his eyes, then spoke in a booming voice, "Don't you know it's dangerous for someone like you to be about?"
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Post by brittany on Jul 5, 2010 17:50:33 GMT -5
all aaliyah could do was sit on the grass in front of her cream color door and hope. because she didn't see anything changing anytime soon. the only thing changing was the sun rising and falling making the world turn way to slow. aaliyah turned her head as she head a few noises that were unfamiliar to her. she hated it even more now. aaliyah looked in the direction of the noise but didn't see anything. she looked back over at the sun and watched it rise. it had been a long time since she had seen the sun rise. she smiled as the colors started to form on the horizon. maybe this is how she could find reasons to fight. nature and the world was still wonderful.
then she heard the noise again. this time she heard it coming towards her. 'shit' was all she could think. she knew that dog smell anywhere. it was a shifter, and things were probably just going to get worse from here on out. "Begging your pardon," came from the shifter and from the voice she knew it was a boy, or man, or whatever it was it was male. "but what are you doing out here at this time of morning?" aaliyah didn't answer him. what was he going to do to her. it wasn't like he would kill her, they needed her to make babies. which she found very disturbing. but it was the only life she knew. she didn't look up and didn't respond to the guy until his voice rose a little but. "Don't you know it's dangerous for someone like you to be about?" with this she looked at the guy.
aaliyah rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "why no i didn't know it was dangerous as there are walls all around me." she said in a whatever sarcastic kind voice. she then again began to ignore the shifter as she pulled her legs to her chest and pulled her hood over her head after putting her headphones on and wrapped her arms around her legs. there was a good thing about being a breeder. you got almost anything you wanted, when it came to clothes, and things like that, but freedom was a big no as well as what you were allowed to do and when. "why are you here anyways." aaliyah wishpered to herself, and knew that he probably heard her, and honestly she didn't care.
life was about being who she was, and this is how she was to all shifters. she has never met a shifter that deserved anything more that what she is giving this shifter. with her hood up, she let her head her rest, and all you could see was the blond hair, that was hanging below the hood. she didn't want to look at the shifter that smelled like dog, well that is what it smelled like to her. "go away"
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Post by markus alexander blunt on Jul 7, 2010 7:24:24 GMT -5
.... What was this? The blond had looked up at him. Was she blind or something? She took one glance, and then looked away. Nobody ever looked away. She just doesn't want to look at someone more beautiful than her, Markus concluded. Nevertheless, he was irritated. And a touch indignant. He felt like his presence was wasted on her, since she was refusing to ignore him. Oh, and her pulling her hood up didn't help the situation any. Markus ground his teeth. Narcissism and a quick temper were a bad combination. If there was one thing that made him angrier than anything else, it would have to be being brushed off by anyone, especially a person of the opposite gender. "Oh, very clever," he said briskly, in acknowledgement of her 'walls' comment. "You know, most people would think themselves safer within the walls."
He imagined, for the briefest of moments, grabbing the girl, dragging her to the wall, and throwing her over, just to see if she'd survive. Half the fugitives that escaped (which wasn't a lot to begin with) died of sickness, starvation, or animal attack. The stupid kids needed to realize it wasn't a sheltered environment out there. That iPod blondie was listening to? Yeah, it would run out of battery after a couple of days, and she'd never be able to use it again. The thought brought a smile to Markus's face. It made standing within a foot of the girl bareable.
Why was he here? He thought it should be quite obvious. "Um..." he began, waiting for the blond to catch on before he explained himself. "I'm here because you're not supposed to be. All shifters are asked to help enforce standard procedure around here, and standard procedure is for you to be in your apartment." He folded his arms and tapped his foot, as though he were waiting for her to pick herself up and wander back into her apartment. Markus had a feeling she wouldn't -- she didn't strike him as the type who followed rules. Oh well. He'd give her five minutes of free time at the least, then cart her back in there himself.
Blondie presented him with the perfect opportunity to being annoying. She let her head rest, as though she were tired, and then told him to go away. Big mistake. A mischievous grin curled the corner of Markus's mouth. "No," he replied. She had irritated him, now he'd return the favor. Markus sat down in front of her, crossing his legs Indian style. He then scooted up as close as he could get to her toes without actually touching them. "I think I'm gonna sit right here with you." The way he saw it, there were two possible endings in sight. One, Blondie would get so sick of him, she'd run inside just to get away. Two, Blondie would continue to ignore him until he plucked her up and threw her inside. It was a win - win situation, as far as Markus was concerned.
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Post by brittany on Jul 7, 2010 19:39:08 GMT -5
was this smelly shifter ever going to leave, probably not, he was probably stubborn, and when you got two stubborn people not really liking each other, you never really got anywhere. aaliyah rolled here eyes as the shifter started talking again. "that is what i just said" were all shifters stupid like this one. it was good he had his good looks because that it all he had. "let me repeat. i didn't think it was dangerous as i am trapped inside walls" what did he think she said. she knew she was safe until she had children of both gender. after speaking to him she turned away from him again. not looking at him also helped the smell.
aaliyah really wanted to scream at him. she was at her apartment. and it wasn't like there was anyone in there for her to talk with. so what did it matter if she was inside or outside. what did it matter if she was doing anything. what did anything matter anymore. aaliyah realized that telling him to go away was a bad idea because all of a sudden he was way to close to her for her likely and she almost gagged. not because of the smell, just because she wanted to really piss this guy off. but she held in the feeling and didn't do anything. instead she looked up at him. "you smell bad" she said as she scrunched her nose. and leaned a bit away from him. "what is the point of you guys keeping us here"
she didn't understand why the shifters did this. it was a pain for them because they had to keep track on all the humans they had. the many people who tried to escape and more it was ridiculous. she didn't really understand. it wasn't exactly like they were slaves. it didn't feel like it. it just felt like there freedom was taken away from them and for no reason the were killed after they had children. it was stupid. it was ridiculous.
aaliyah just looked at him and she didn't find him attractive. he was good looking but that is all he had going for him. finding someone attractive was so much more than looks. he was probably the type of guy that thought he could get by on just his looks. well he was sadly mistaken, as he seemed quite dumb, but most shifters to her seemed quite dumb. but again it was her bias against the shifters who did this to her, her parents that she never knew, her brother, and her friends. "when did you become a shifter, do you know your parents, do you have friends." that was a bad thing about aaliyah no matter what or who she was talking to, she seemed to talk a lot. her true self shinned through even if she didn't mean to let it. aaliyah was truly hell on wheels, talkative, outgoing, loved dancing and all smiles. but when she was around shifters she tired to hid it all even though the talkative part was hard to hide.
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