Rheit had been sitting in the house alone, vegetating in front of the television when the door from the garage flung open. Giggling followed the slamming door along with the rustling of bags and the click of heels on hardwood floor. From the obvious sounds of it, Delena and Mani were home. The two had been spending a lot of time together since Mani had arrived for a visit. She was only staying for a few more days before she had to leave for a tour in Europe. She had decided to continue her career as a concert violinist after being offered a hefty sum by a very wealthy fan. It had been hard to turn away. No one could blame her either.
The laughter continued into the living room until the girls spotted Rheit, who was in the middle of flipping through channels. Delena stood behind him and bent down to kiss the top of his head.
"How was your day sweetie?"
He just shrugged, then turned to look at the two girls. "Boring."
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The laughter continued into the living room until the girls spotted Rheit, who was in the middle of flipping through channels. Delena stood behind him and bent down to kiss the top of his head.
"How was your day sweetie?"
He just shrugged, then turned to look at the two girls. "Boring."
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Hyde and Nakoa spent many nights in his basement level apartment sitting around a bowl of popcorn with the television on. Though, lately they rarely paid attention to what flashed about on the screen. It became more of a background accompaniment to their discussions.
Nakoa had had no idea how well versed Hyde was in natural, and biblical history. He knew something about every religion, ancient societies and culture, various languages, geography, mythology---he was an untapped fountain of knowledge and an amazing storyteller. And the only thing he could ever contribute on this knowledge to was:
"I liked school."
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Nakoa had had no idea how well versed Hyde was in natural, and biblical history. He knew something about every religion, ancient societies and culture, various languages, geography, mythology---he was an untapped fountain of knowledge and an amazing storyteller. And the only thing he could ever contribute on this knowledge to was:
"I liked school."
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The long awaited (eh...maybe?) character bios are here! This, like most anything in ID-world is a constant Work In Progress. Any questions, comments, or corrections, please leave in the designated area on this post.
Sincerely,
Icarus Down Writing Staff
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Sincerely,
Icarus Down Writing Staff
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"'Rion."
LC shook him lightly with her front paw. He'd started talking in his sleep again, and tossing about in a fit. She'd been watching him for nearly an hour now, and couldn't stand it any longer. She knew that if she didn't wake him soon, he'd wake up on his own...probably screaming.
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Nakoa had arrived at work, only to be given train tokens, and cash for lunch. Her boss would be "indisposed" all day long, and needed someone to attend the impromptu city council meeting downtown. He gave her stern instructions to take notes and return as soon as the meeting adjourned.
Slightly confused, but all the more curious, she did as she was told and arrived at the city hall building just as the council members were being seated. She'd never attended such a meeting before--though she knew the boss often did--and was surprised to see such an audience. Seemed all walks of life were in the crowd.
And by "all walks", there really was. This new "awareness" as Hyde had put it, was still so very shocking to her. The elderly woman that sat beside her was so very not a human. Nakoa tried her best to figure it out, but there was so much she didn't know yet that it was hard to clarify.
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- Music:"From Yesterday" 30 Seconds to Mars
(**Posting this for Lawrie, cuz LJ seems to have a personal vendetta against brits**)
No cause for alarm. The situation is under control. All appropriate measures are being taken.
Oberon yawned softly, earning a jab in the ribs from Bailey, as the powers that be, tried to reassure the assembled that the recent spat of murders was nothing they couldn't handle. The pair were there on business, as it were; it was important that the ordinary people didn't know the full extent of the reasons behind the crimes, so a city council meeting seemed a fine opportunity for some good old-fashioned snooping.
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(First of all, I'd like to welcome everyone to post #50. It's a very exciting day...I guess. It's a milestone really. We all know this isn't technically the 50th post in this series, but it's the 50th in the main plot sequence and that's pretty damn awesome. One of these days I'll stop boggarting all the cool stuff and let someone else take the wheel...er...keyboard. Thanks to any of our readers for sticking with us!)
The human was exactly where Greed wanted him. In his home, alone and sitting on the couch in his little apartment. What was it with that television thing that made them feel like they were doing something useful? It was something he would never understand. The male had a brace on his neck that was obviously holding his neck up and jaw closed.
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The human was exactly where Greed wanted him. In his home, alone and sitting on the couch in his little apartment. What was it with that television thing that made them feel like they were doing something useful? It was something he would never understand. The male had a brace on his neck that was obviously holding his neck up and jaw closed.
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There are some things in life that are beyond one's control. Like, the weather, or your computer suddenly becoming a tourettes patient and spazzing on you, or whether or not that on-coming car at an intersection is going to stop when you've got the green, or if it'll floor-it through the red and turn you into a metal-human sandwich. Nothing can stop these things. They happen without warning and without a clear reason.
Then there are the things that one has complete control over. Like, what television show to watch, what pair of pants to wear, what food to eat, what conversations are had, what social scenes in which we're involved. These things are the mundane that keep us alive and feeling useful in society. They are decisions. The only ones that will ever empower us enough to make things happen.
As Hyde sat upright in his bed, watching Nakoa dress, the decision to tell her everything was a pressure against the front of his skull. He'd told her plenty in the last few days. More than he'd told Ivy the first day he'd met the Other. Then again, Ivy had already figured most of it out at that point. It was hard to keep much of anything a secret from that woman.
Hyde had just opened himself to Nakoa, and she'd been totally accepting. It was not something he was prepared for. He'd been braced for her to freak out and run. When she'd stayed, hell when she'd fallen asleep beside him, he'd felt at peace for once in...as long as he could remember.
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Then there are the things that one has complete control over. Like, what television show to watch, what pair of pants to wear, what food to eat, what conversations are had, what social scenes in which we're involved. These things are the mundane that keep us alive and feeling useful in society. They are decisions. The only ones that will ever empower us enough to make things happen.
As Hyde sat upright in his bed, watching Nakoa dress, the decision to tell her everything was a pressure against the front of his skull. He'd told her plenty in the last few days. More than he'd told Ivy the first day he'd met the Other. Then again, Ivy had already figured most of it out at that point. It was hard to keep much of anything a secret from that woman.
Hyde had just opened himself to Nakoa, and she'd been totally accepting. It was not something he was prepared for. He'd been braced for her to freak out and run. When she'd stayed, hell when she'd fallen asleep beside him, he'd felt at peace for once in...as long as he could remember.
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**Sometimes the Sins like to have conversations when they think I'm not paying attention. I managed to record one before they got too irritated with each other. It's fairly obvious how much they haven't communicated in the past...uh...ever. I suppose it just adds to their natural order of things...or disorder, as it were.***
"The boy needs to go."
Lust stared at her brother with a quirked brow, "yeah, so?"
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"The boy needs to go."
Lust stared at her brother with a quirked brow, "yeah, so?"
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"Older and wiser never applied to me..."
He clicked the radio off, gesturing to a chair opposite and giving his guest a warm smile in greeting. They didn't need exaggerated gestures of greeting, comfortable enough in each other's company to ignore the ritual pleasantries. For a good while they just sat, until eventually one had to break the silence.
"You look well."
"And yourself."
A chuckle rose from his throat, along with a gentle shake of the head. "You're a terrible liar." Chuckles from the other side of the table, too.
"You're too hard on yourself, Drakathi. Not many others get to this age, let alone stay walking."
"Never thought I would, come to think. Always saw myself dying in the gutter, full of drink and holes."
"And I'm a poor liar?" His guest laughed openly, grinning across to him. "You wouldn't forgive yourself if you didn't look good."
"We are a proud race. But I think perhaps that the nature of my death isn't the purpose of your visit?"
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He clicked the radio off, gesturing to a chair opposite and giving his guest a warm smile in greeting. They didn't need exaggerated gestures of greeting, comfortable enough in each other's company to ignore the ritual pleasantries. For a good while they just sat, until eventually one had to break the silence.
"You look well."
"And yourself."
A chuckle rose from his throat, along with a gentle shake of the head. "You're a terrible liar." Chuckles from the other side of the table, too.
"You're too hard on yourself, Drakathi. Not many others get to this age, let alone stay walking."
"Never thought I would, come to think. Always saw myself dying in the gutter, full of drink and holes."
"And I'm a poor liar?" His guest laughed openly, grinning across to him. "You wouldn't forgive yourself if you didn't look good."
"We are a proud race. But I think perhaps that the nature of my death isn't the purpose of your visit?"
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- Music:Morrissey - A Swallow On My Neck
"Excuse me, Nakoa. There seems to be something that needs my attention."
She glanced at the pair at the table beside them. A young couple in business attire. "You know them?"
"Unfortunately."
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She glanced at the pair at the table beside them. A young couple in business attire. "You know them?"
"Unfortunately."
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"So how is he?"
"He's fine. Asleep, at the moment. Thankfully. Did he ever used to sleep properly back when you knew him?"
"I don't know much about that. He could have learned to suppress tiredness - that would make sense."
"His wife must be some patient lady..."
"Which reminds me. Has he mentioned her, at all? No sign of his memory coming back?"
"That's the really weird thing. It's as though he can't remember, but doesn't seem to mind not knowing, either."
"And he knows what year it is, doesn't he?"
"With the amount of media he consumes, he'd have to."
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"He's fine. Asleep, at the moment. Thankfully. Did he ever used to sleep properly back when you knew him?"
"I don't know much about that. He could have learned to suppress tiredness - that would make sense."
"His wife must be some patient lady..."
"Which reminds me. Has he mentioned her, at all? No sign of his memory coming back?"
"That's the really weird thing. It's as though he can't remember, but doesn't seem to mind not knowing, either."
"And he knows what year it is, doesn't he?"
"With the amount of media he consumes, he'd have to."
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"How do I look?"
Hyde stood in front of his closet mirror adjusting himself needlessly. He'd tossed nearly every item of clothing he owned onto his bed, or on the floor. LC had been helping him pick out something to wear, until about an hour ago when she'd gotten fed up with him changing his mind, even when she assured him he looked fine.
Hyde stood in front of his closet mirror adjusting himself needlessly. He'd tossed nearly every item of clothing he owned onto his bed, or on the floor. LC had been helping him pick out something to wear, until about an hour ago when she'd gotten fed up with him changing his mind, even when she assured him he looked fine.
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Birdie. God-damned Birdie. First he has to go stir things up about me, then he has to go and get himself killed... shit. Shit. Stay calm.
Hyde was justifiably tense. This wasn't any sort of accident, and it sure as hell wasn't the nice sort of corpse you can file away under "argument", or "domestic", or some over convenient euphemism for pissing off the wrong person. This was very deliberate - probably meant to show as a warning, or something. Shame corpses didn't come with explanatory notes.
He took a long drag of the cigarette and sighed, reaching around for his cellphone. Fingers instinctively tapped out the digits.
"Ivy? It's me..."
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Hyde was justifiably tense. This wasn't any sort of accident, and it sure as hell wasn't the nice sort of corpse you can file away under "argument", or "domestic", or some over convenient euphemism for pissing off the wrong person. This was very deliberate - probably meant to show as a warning, or something. Shame corpses didn't come with explanatory notes.
He took a long drag of the cigarette and sighed, reaching around for his cellphone. Fingers instinctively tapped out the digits.
"Ivy? It's me..."
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Sleep was not Nakoa's forte. The fact that her best friend had some sort of fetish for her coworker definitely didn't help the situation. The one thing that kept her staring at her ceiling all night was knowing that Faye had photographs of Hyde, paperwork with randomly highlighted words like "Tantalus", and copies of old stories of Sinnsear.
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No matter the generation, males are all the same.
Bailey grumbled this to herself as she stared at Oberon from the high-top table in her small dining area. He had molded himself into the couch with his eyes fixated on the television. He was utter fascinated with documentaries on the Discovery channel. She was dreading the day he happened to stumble onto a sports event or something equally as irritating.
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- Mood:uncomfortable
The following are helpful definitions of terms often used in storyline that may not make a whole lotta sense. I can't say that they're copywritten, but I can say...don't be a jackass and take these concepts for yourself. That's totally not cool.
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Bailey entered the lounge to the patter of paws on carpet, and was rather amused to see her guest vaulting her couch to pose before it, arms raised in a defensive stance, oblivious to his host standing in the doorway. A soft cough caused his ears to perk, and he span with a flourish (tail and all!) to face her, his wicked grin playing across his muzzle.
"And good morning to you, too!" he said, glistening eyes finding hers. She too was smiling, folding her arms across her chest to look at the fox.
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"And good morning to you, too!" he said, glistening eyes finding hers. She too was smiling, folding her arms across her chest to look at the fox.
( Onward )
- Music:The Clash - Spanish Bombs
After about 45 minutes of realizing how much I am t3h suxorz with html, I finally managed to update out reading list. The current list is on our profile page, so if you've missed some, and I bet you have, check it out and catch up!
40+ entries and tons more to come!!
Icarus Down is having a birthday in December...what ever shall we do, hmmmm
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doirteadh : T] **in painstaking progress** [+0] - doirteadh : S] Bedtime Stories [+2]
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- doirteadh : 53] "Through the blood, he can learn, see the life that it turn..." [+0]
- doirteadh : 52] "He's a stranger to some, and a vision to none..." [+0]
- doirteadh : 51] An Evening's Light Entertainment [+0]
- doirteadh : 50] "Beautiful veins and bloodshot eyes..." [+0]
- doirteadh : 49] Escape from this Afterlife [+0]
- doirteadh : R] Bickering... [+0]
- oberon_vulpine : 48] Neither here nor there [+0]
- doirteadh : 47] "I want to invite this so called chaos, that you'd think I dare not be..." [+0]
- oberon_vulpine : 46] Choose to disbelieve [+1]
- doirteadh : 45] "Maybe we'll turn it around, 'cause it's not too late, it's never too late..." [+0]
- oberon_vulpine : 44] On the road again [+0]
- serpents_eden : Aside: Damage [+1]
- doirteadh : 43] "Head under water, and ya tell me to breathe easy for a while..." [+0]
- doirteadh : 42] "Ready to smile, and love Life" [+0]
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- oberon_vulpine : 41] Biography [+0]
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