Seraphim
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 9, 2006 19:18:52 GMT 12
[The one post I have that has a swearword prominent has to be the one that my father sees. “I let you listen to all that music [Eminem, fort minor,] because I think you’re old enough not to pick up the habit [swearing]. You know that’s not acceptable.” He swears. Music Swears. Movies swear. My peers swear. My drama teacher swears. And now my character aren’t allowed to swear? O.o ]
“f**k.” Seraph growled. He didn’t appreciate her tone, and he was getting really, really wet. Not that he really minded, but if the rain didn’t hold up soon, the flats would be flooded and he’d find a whole bunch of soaking wet Cigarettes waiting for him when he returned to Castle Smoke. He pushed a strand of wet hair out of his face and tucked it behind his ear before placing his hands in his pockets and facing the Wharf Rat front on.
He was about as tall as she was, maybe a little taller. He was probably the same weight and strength, which would make the fight too fair for his liking. He was left-handed but he couldn’t tell which of her hands was dominant. If she was right handed like 90% of the population, he would have an advantage over her – most right-handed people are unused to fighting against a southpaw. But Seraph had been fighting against right-dominant peers for his entire life – he was used to it.
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Jade
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Post by Jade on Mar 10, 2006 10:25:35 GMT 12
Now, to that Jade could not respond without making it obvious that she was 'scolding' him. So, she just waited watching him blandly- and all the while running her thumb over her blade.
Her thumb slipped, though, and she let out a small hiss of pain- unexpected pain. In a fight, she found pain and didn't react, she expected it. Just standing there though, that pain made her hiss. Never taking her eyes from the boy, she brought her other hand over to squeeze the blood out. It was a shallow cut- and she was lucky. She'd bind it, try and wash it in semi-boiled water and hope it didn't become infected.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 10, 2006 15:04:22 GMT 12
Seraphim raised one eyebrow and slipped his hands into this pocket. She obviously had no idea what she was doing if she cut herself. Unless it was trap – was she trying to seem hopeless, or had she really cut herself by mistake? Then again, the Wharf Rats never really came up out of their cold, wet sewers and their damp huts on wharf-side – maybe all this fresh, mildly clean air was making her twitchy? Pollution levels were still huge in the remains of New Pork, but not too high for the air to be clean.
“That hurt?” He asked mildly, his voice as condescending as hers had been a moment before. It was not even really a cut – a graze, at the very most. It certainly couldn’t be that painful. Unless her knife was very blunt or rusty? When was the last time any of them had a vaccination against rust-born illnesses? It would be hard to find something to treat an infected cut – the pharmacies had all be raided already and stockpiled.
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Jade
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Post by Jade on Mar 10, 2006 15:21:44 GMT 12
She felt like responding with, Are you an ass? The answer to your question, is the same as the answer to that. But, that wouldn't be all that smart, and it would probably just cause a riff that no amount of negotiation could heal. What Jade said, didn't do much either.
" Cuts hurt. You haven't lived here long if you don't know that." Implying, of course, that he was a dull idiot. Not exactly the best way to speak to a Leader of another tribe. But, hey, it was better than what she could've said.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 10, 2006 17:53:40 GMT 12
“Used to pain,” Seraph murmured inaudibly. He wasn’t lying, either.
Seraph turned his eyes away and focused on the scarred landscape of the city, his deep brown eyes unfocused, dancing with nervous anger. He tried to ignore the vehement dislike in her tone, but he couldn’t hide the distaste in his own voice and had little facility to mask her behavior from his paranoid mentality. Why was it that leaders had to be so diplomatic? A simple insult could start a war that would kill dozens – huge numbers for such small tribes. It was, quite frankly, not really fair. Seraph considered wiping the leadership markings from his face and repainting the old beta symbols there. He wasn’t cut out for this diplomacy – the easy authority and mild respect that came with second-in-command positions was much easier to bear. There was less responsibly. Seraphim wasn’t cut out for responsibility.
More audibly, Seraphim laughed. It was that slightly strained, slightly sad sort of sound that is fake but somehow moving. The laugh of a man who’s asked what his last meal would taste like and then discovers there’s none of whatever he wants for miles around and he has to make do with McDonalds. The laugh of a man released from a prison camp, only to awake in quarantine in his own country.
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Jade
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Post by Jade on Mar 11, 2006 9:15:04 GMT 12
Used to being tired. Used to crying. Used to it all. Jade finished in her head- for herself of course. She knew it wasn't unlikely that the other Leader felt the same way. She wouldn't be surprised if they all felt that way. The Leaders at least- the others didn't have to worry all that much.
She ignored the laugh. It was pained and sad, and was probably just a ploy to make her fill sorry for him. As much as she knew what it was like to lead, she felt no sympathy for a different Tribe. If anything, it made her satisfied- if it was real. Because then, he was weak and the Wharf Rats could move.
Jade couldn't think of anything to say to that though. Atleast not without sounding stupid and completely idiotic.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 11, 2006 9:24:52 GMT 12
Seraphim was becoming distracted. His brown eyes were flicking in the direction of the ghetto. He wanted to be within the walls of Castle Smoke. Maybe he’d talk to Reason about all this – it might help him digest the fact that he was walking into a brick wall with this whole leadership thing. The Cigarettes weren’t weak by nature – they were survivors, each and every one of them – but Seraph knew he was making them weak. He needed to get his act together or find a Leader that everyone trusted and would relate to. At present, there was no one that Seraph trusted to take the job but Reason. And none of the Tribe trusted Reason.
Daisuke might have been able to take the job, maybe. He was certainly intelligent enough – but did he have the patience and attention span? Daisuke had been jittery lately, and uncomfortable to be around. He was about as snappish as Seraph had been those few days after Serenity’s death. Gods – Serenity would have known just how to turn this situation into the Cigarettes favor. Seraphim sighed and moved towards the concrete slab once more, pulling himself up onto an outcrop and crouching there on the balls of his feet, one hand spread on the rock between his ankles.
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Jade
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Post by Jade on Mar 11, 2006 9:36:18 GMT 12
" Goodbye." Hope you die. She added silently- with a surge of anger. She knew it wasn't true in most of the other Tribes, but the Wharf Rats placed great importance on addressing eachother by thier titles- and communicating. After living with it for a while, it was an insult, in her opinion, to not even tell her that he was leaving. Despite the fact that they weren't even of the same tribe.
Bringing up her other, uninjured hand, she wiped a strand of greasy- now wet- hair out of her face. Wincing up at the sky, she saw quite unhappily, that the rain was stopping. If she didn't leave soon, the sun would start to blind her. She hadn't seen that much sun in weeks.
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Post by Seraphim on Mar 11, 2006 9:45:05 GMT 12
“Uh-huh,” Seraph said, and he stood up, climbing back over the cement block. He paused on the other side, the last of the rain sliding down his face. He twitched, unhappy that the weather would soon be clearing. He pulled his switchblade from his pocket and contemplated how he was going to get back to Castle Smoke. He could go the short way, but that meant going close to Wildcat prowling grounds. He could take the long away he had taken to get here, skirting the no-mans-land between Wildcat and Vampire territory. It might be wiser – and it would be easier to loose the Wharf Rat there if she decided to follow him.
Seraphim shrugged to himself and set off at a run through the streets, the long way home in mind, one hand tight around his knife. You never knew who you were going to run into.
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Jade
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Post by Jade on Mar 11, 2006 9:55:24 GMT 12
Now she did mutter, hope you die, under her breath. She looked up again, quickly. The sun was going to start shining in about ten to thirty minutes. Quickly she sucked in a breath. Damn, she'd just wanted some air. Now, she couldn't go back through the sewers- that Cigarette might be watching and following. She'd have to go through a tip of Wildcat territory.
Jade turned, running silently towards the River. She didn't know how she knew exactly where she was going. It was like a mental map, but she didn't question the sense- it would somehow be wrong to question it. So, silently she trotted towards her home, listening for other footfalls.
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