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Post by Verdant Florian Forrest on May 19, 2014 18:55:00 GMT -5
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| she expected the world but it flew away from her reach so she ran away in her sleep❧ shall something begin here? ❧ ninety-four It was a cold and rainy day.
Leaning against the window, Verdant gazed out at the lonely and mist-heavy streets. It was still early in the morning; not many people would be awake at this hour. Verdant was only awake himself because of a bad dream. Sighing faintly, adjusting the blanket over his thin shoulders, the red haired boy turned away from the window.
He needed to start getting ready for the day, but that nightmare had left him unsettled. What a terrible dream... Closing his eyes, he leaned against the wall, feeling the cool plaster rub against the bandages on his cheek. There was no school today, since it was the weekend. All of his homework was complete. His aunt was always getting on his case about getting it done as soon as possible anyways. It was easier to get it done at the start, at least since then he could concentrate on his job for the rest of the weekend. With no real friends, and nothing to occupy his time, Verdant devoted all of his free time to the teashop.
It was the only thing that they had left....
A hot shower later, Verdant headed down to the kitchen, where the smell of fresh bakeries drifted heavily in the air. Passing his aunt with a mumbled morning greeting, Verdant grabbed a fresh apron from the pile and pulled it around himself, deft fingers swifting tying it together. The two of them had worked together for so long that no words were needed-- each went about doing the duties that needed to be done with efficiency.
An hour later, Verdant took the "closed" sign in the teashop's window and turned it around to the "open" side. Several of their morning regulars would be coming in within the next hour. Although they operated on the outskirts of the slums, and were not very well known or large, they had a devoted set of regular customers who came almost every single day of the week...
But it wasn't just for their delicious tea.
As Verdant settled down into the regular day's routine, the door swung open, announcing an arrival. A man with many scars on his face, yet a handsome smile walked in, giving a familiar greeting to Verdant before heading into the back. With a brief glance at her nephew, Verdant's aunt followed after him, to begin her portion of the days work. Before the day was over, many people would secretly come in and out of the back area, where a fight for the freedom of Remoor and Nada Citadel was taking place in secret.
A proud smile broke over the young man's face as he surveyed the teashop. Yes, it was small, a little worn down and not well known, but it was cosy and well loved, with a soothing sense of familiarity. There was several spots to sit, benches and boothes with soothing warm colors. The walls were painted a deep vermillion, and the inside was decorated to a sense of the autumn. The scent of the forest, tea, and sweets drifted in the air, thanks to the kitchen and the many scent decorations carefully placed around the room. Every week they replaced the flowers, to make sure that they remained fresh and healthy.
Leaning against the counter, Verdant gave a gentle smile and a sigh. What would today bring with it?
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Made by Siren of GS and THQ
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Post by bartholemew on May 19, 2014 21:12:56 GMT -5
Mother said not to go too far... Though I've been wandering for a few hours and she's still sleeping... likely to be sleeping anyhow..
The young morph brushed some of his purple locks away from his hazel eyes, the claws he had on his hands while not sharp to him were more of a deterrent for those that would wish the young morph ill. He harbored a curious nature for the area that pravus had left him and his mother in; even though at the moment both him and his mother were getting situated with their living conditions they quickly came to realize that pravus wasn't as well liked in this area as the previous one they had lived in. [with it being a lab and all that wasn't too surprising] He ran a hand down his shirtless side and slipped it into his pants pocket. The cloak like apparel hid most of his upper body and even some of his lower body. It wasn't hard for someone from afar to think he was something else but the moment people got close is when he got those judging glares that he wasn't even sure what they were judging him about.
It doesn't help that there's only a few people around right now and most of them are bikers...
A few of the men glared at the young morph as he passed by; none of them moved closer to him though he was still pravus and if they tried to hurt him no doubt the company would come down hard on them. The young morph spared a glance at the biggest one; he was a bald man well built and looked to be in his upper thirties, maybe even his earlier forties. Men like this only knew one life though and that was biking. His mother had shared information about these kind of people and she wasn't too keen on telling him too much about delinquents like this. He wasn't about to go out and become one either; he couldn't rather even if he wanted to. It'd be improper to those that he owed everything to like his mother for example. He passed by another group of similar bikers but these ones sported long hair and were younger, they however gave the morph a very wide berth. It was obvious they were fearful, much more than the prior. The young morph didn't know why people feared him, he was just a kid after all!
Could be the claws and all that... or maybe the teeth?
The young morph felt a sigh wrack his body and he continued walking, the casual clacking sound of his claws against asphalt was a regular event in his life. He wouldn't ever be rid of the sound nor did he want it to go away; it was a sense of knowing he was there. He shifted uncomfortably as he finally came to what amounted to a tea shop; initially he wasn't going to go in but the youth spotted some sweets that were under the counter; the morph didn't have any kind of sweet that he liked in particular. He just liked them all! Save butterscotch stuff, he loathed that sort of sweets and he couldn't exactly explain why. His claws made it difficult to open doors without scratching them but this one was pretty easy because he could use his tail to pull the door open since the bar that was off to the side was wide enough for it to fit through. His tail was probably his strongest feature and didn't have much of a problem opening up doors... Or propelling him through water. The young morph opened the door slowly so he could take a long look around. The place over all looked friendly; there were some folks that were here, one such fellow had scars all over his face. This didn't make the morph cringe, it only reminded him the many that lay upon his own body. He tried to smile when he entered to look a bit more friendly.
This place doesn't look so bad.... Maybe mother was wrong?
The morph slowly walked inside the door quickly coming shut as to not let the inside change dramatically temperature wise; he wasn't sure if they ran the AC or not but it did indeed feel much cooler here than outside. He took another look around; some of the folks sitting down were staring at him; hell he did look fairly strange when it came to being a morph. Most only had slight features; he on the other hand was full fledged and even looked as though he was a pokemon that walked on hind legs. He nervously went up to the counter and picked a seat that was close to the door but not too far away from the register. His toothy smile never wavered; he tried to keep it up for the sake of others so they might be less inclined to glare at him like some of the bikers had. He dug inside of his pockets and rustled about for a few moments before pulling out the bills he had. To those that would know how money worked they probably would of been flabbergasted at how much the youth had in his pocket. A question was directed towards Verdent, though it wasn't anything anyone was expecting at the moment.
P-pardon me mister, is this enough for some of the sweets there?
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