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A regular ole park
Topic Started: Jun 30 2008, 02:46 PM (387 Views)
Eresai Norwood
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There was something highly annoying about the mixture of faraway children screaming and the incessant chattering of the squirrels and pigeons. The bright greens of the grass had long since faded away, though a few pieces were still struggling to hang on to life with the recent rain. The puddles remained stagnant evidence of the recent water and mirrored the trees in the surfaces. In the midst of the water a solitary bench several yards from the main walkway was holding its share of visitors, despite the cloudy weather that just dared a person to leave without an umbrella.

Situated a couple feet from the wooden chair was a shaggy dog of questionable breeding but most certainly a stray with eyes that stared up at the occupant. Actually, he could care less about the young woman in the knee-length yellow and brown daisied dress with the white raincoat and matching white boots that stopped just below the knee. It was the egg-salad sandwich he had his eyes on. Twice now there had been the occasional morsel thrown his way, promising better things to come.

Hazel orbitals rolled at him. Eresai’s heart was far from cruel toward the shaggy creature, but this was her lunch. In truth she hadn’t had a real meal since sometime the day before, and her mouth had been watering for the wheat bread sandwich. Even as the consideration crossed her mind, her fingers were busy plucking off another corner to throw his way. Brushing back her black bangs, she trailed her fingers to tuck a stray tendril back behind her pointed ear all the while trying to avoid the big brown eyes of the dog beside her.

Unfortunately, seeing the starving creature made her reminisce about her own past. There had been entire weeks when the most she had found to eat was a slice or two of moldy bread. Like the animal, she had been a scavenger in her own right, though she had never been shown the kindness of a stranger offering her their lunch. Sighing, she pulled half of the sandwich apart and threw it his way. “You look like a Samson…” The words were barely a whisper, meant for his ears and to keep from scaring him off. In this slumped over position she was anything but the grace she normally dispelled. Sadness had creeped into her soul, rendering her helpless to do anything but relate to the dog. Despite his leeching her lunch from her, Eresai reached out to the poor guy and didn’t want to see him leave. His disappearing would only force her to think about how she had left the children back at the orphanage.

Rubbing her temples, she rose to her feet – slowly. There was no point in scaring him now. Her walk through the muddy grass was anything but pleasant, but her face was carefully schooled to reveal only the pleasure she was finding in the park. No trace of the annoyance she found in the nearby screaming, nor the pain of seeing the stray nor even the loneliness that threatened to undo her façade and make her seek companionship among the families was present but in the voice she was careful not to use for fear of it breaking.

Work was stressful. If anything, she wanted to be out doing something even if it all it ended up being was a routine mission. Sneak in, riffle some papers and sneak out, but she was on territory arrest. As far as work was concerned she was allowed to seek a teaching position and that was it. Boredom was setting in quickly, and she found herself lacking the strength to fight it off. Her active personality and lifestyle left the daily park walks seriously lacking. Glancing back at the dog that was keeping a wary distance, she managed a smile and threw the rest of the sandwich in chunks right behind her step. The few nibbles she had received had been excellent, though she had always been a sucker for egg salad; there was no way the mutt wasn’t going to follow her.
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Anastasia Rowan


Anastasia shoved her nose at the girl's egg salad. Despite despising the treat in real life, she knew, in her wolfen form ( Though today she had morphed herself so that she looked more like a dog with some interesting results) that she had to act exactly like a dog to keep up appearance. So she stared at the egg salad, despite the need to watch the girl who her boss had told her too. Anastasia shook her head, a cute look for a dog, while being a sign to show her annoyance at being demeaned to such a state. Her stupid handler just used her wrong.

Suddenly a a large of egg salad sandwhich was flying through the air at her. She had no choice but to gobble it up despite the revulsion she was experiencing. Of course her mark would have to love the one thing she truely hated: eggs. In her human form, even the smell of eggs sent her running from the room. In her time, there had been more than one incident when people tried to feed her omelettes or scrambled eggs. After completion of the awful thing, she perked her ears up and widened her eyes to make it seem like she wanted more.

As she watched the girl intently, her silly begging look still upon her face, she noticed that the girl looked slightly dejected, like a dog really would comfort her. "Oh, what the hell..." Anastasia thought, as she went closer to the girl, begging her to reach out and pet her, "It comes with the territory." She went closer to the girl, rubbing her hair up against the girl, begging to be pet.

Anastasia had almost completely let herself get into the role, when the girl said she looked like a Samson. Samson? Not even a girl's name? Was she really that stocky. She swung her head around to look at her body while unintentionally managing to do a great impersination of a dog chasing its tail. Hm..maybe she was a little stocky after attempting to make her wolf less graceful.

The girl beside her was suddenly up and moving away. No, she couldn't get away. The girl, though, was taking to deliberate of steps to mean anything but for the dog (Actually Anastasia) to follow. Anastasia smiled for a second, before reminding her self that dogs twitch their tails and pant to show pleasure. So she followed slowly behind, intent to keep up with the girl. She was a professional who wasn't going to lose her mark because she was pretending to be a dog.

As the rest of the sandwich came sailing back at her, Anastasia barely noticed because her whole look was focused upon the girl walking away in front of her. If it hadn't been for her increased sense of smell, which always freaked her out when she could smell things far away, she wouldn't have noticed at all. Remebering her look - one which most certainly made her seem a stray - she stopped and bit hungrily into the sandwich, stuffing it along the sides of her mouth. As the girl turned around again, she hurried to the grass to spit it out before following again at a short distance.
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Eresai Norwood
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Eresai’s fingers toyed with the matted fur of the stray in front of her. Absentmindedly, she stared off in the direction furthest from activity. Closing her eyes, she concentrated. The sound of creaking metal somewhere off in the distance captured her attention. It was almost the sound a metal swing made as it drifted in the wind. Her teeth bit down on lip lightly. It had been years since she had allowed herself the opportunity to have a little bit of fun. Giving the dog a final swipe of the fur, her attention refocused. The fur which should have been matted felt oddly smooth and did not capture the oil most dogs had. Nor was it really wet or muddy, both of which should have been present after the rain.

Standing up slowly, she began to walk in the direction of the swing she had earlier. As she started off she discreetly rubbed her legs together at the inner thigh to make sure she had remembered to carry her two throwing daggers with her along with the wand. Her sandwich was being tossed in the animal’s direction in hopes of luring it after her. She did not want to be alone without knowing exactly where the dog was located.

There was something off about the animal that was following her, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. That little voice inside her head, however, was screaming out at her to be aware of what was going on around her. The cobblestone beneath her feet was becoming too much of an echo in her head. There needed to be complete silence for her to be able to work out what was wrong about the situation. She wasn’t a spy for anything, and in general she listened to her instincts. More often then not they saved her life.

Deciding to listen to her body, she pulled a twisted piece of leather off of her wrist. Threading her fingers through her tangled coils, she pulled the long hair back and quickly wined the string into a thick band to hold it in place. No way was she going to take off running with her hair just flying all over the place. If the tracker was good, he might be able to trace her by any hairs that flew loose during the run. Some things just weren’t worth the risk.

Stepping off the beaten path to follow a river of water that had runoff from some larger source due to the rain, her eyes began to take in the area around her. Unusually shaped limbs or clumps of certain flowers began to burn in her photographic memory. This was the way to come, if she needed a quick get away. With a lake only a few miles away, she could shave off several minutes of running by taking the muddy slopes. Before she could finish her analysis of the easiest way out, her eyes widened in pleasure at the site of the nearly abandon playground.

For obvious reasons, the park was abandon by children and their parents. The bars of the playground were metal and rusted at the corners. The gravel was littered with bits of trash, and there was no fence to keep little ones from running away. The only other inhabitants were old men playing each other at checkers, and those that were alone were taking great pains to try not to be seen sampling those checkers. Her gaze drifted back to glance at the dog that was still glued to her heels. Okay, let’s make this difficult. Fingering the metal on one of the swings, she sat down and kicked off. At least in the air she would have a chance to get a flying jump once she was high enough and a good run from there. Haha, try and catch her now.
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Cade Browen
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Beads of perspiration ran down his flexing back. Cade could feel his thick hair tickling the nape of his neck as he ran on the walkway of the park. Wearing only his running shorts, his sculpted chest glistened in the daylight. Occasionally, Cade passed by other runners and the usual dog accompanied by its owner. Blocking off all distractions, he could feel his heart hammering in his chest as his footsteps continued to accelerate.

For most people, they couldn't possible handle the extent of this kind of physical exertion. Running every day allowed Cade's body to handle the fierce workout. Ever since his accident, Cade had to go through extensive rehabilitation. His arms pumped at his side as Cade remembered how he couldn't even feed himself for those first few weeks.

Hearing the familiar beeping of his stop-watch, Cade slowed down his steps to begin ending his workout for the day. Because he wasn't payin much attention to where he was walking, Cade somehow wandered off to the area near the nearly abandoned playground.

Seeing a couple of elderly men playing chess brought back memories of his grandfather. A ghost of a smile touched Cade's features as he recalled how long it took for him to finally beat his grandfather in chess. Cade had felt such ecstacy from the hard earned victory. Not one to be bitter about a loss, his grandfather clapped his large hands against Cade's right shoulder as pride shined in his gray eyes. His grandmother even baked a German chocolate cake to celebrate the occassion.

Leaning against an oak tree, Cade was shaken out of his reverie when he heard the light footsteps of someone approaching the delapidated playground. Not far from the girl, a dog walked happily to the swing set with its tale wagging for all to see its exuberance.

Cade crossed his arms across his bare chest deftly watching the woman swinging higher and faster on the swing. He shook his head wondering what the foolish girl would do when the hinges broke on the swing set and the girl falls on the ground or, worse, the poor dog. Cade couldn't wait to see how this would play out.
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