Panix
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By the Lust of my Father, Revenge is Mine!
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Post by Panix on May 6, 2006 13:34:59 GMT 12
[I'm not entirely sure what the first post of a character should be, so I'm just wingin' it]
Panix wandered around. He was utterly and completely lost. He new it, too. The sign said something about a "Center Pack" or whatever. Center of what pack?
"Ugh. Nem tudok eligazodni!" He shouted.
A fene egye meg. he thought, Noone knows Hungarian out here...
He sat down on one of the rocks, translating in his head.
Once he was sure what the translation was...
"I AM LOST!!!"
He heard his voice echo through the park. He waited.
"Francos!" He got up. He saw a largehornet buzzing around. It got close, within three feet of him. He took a step foreward, readying his knife...
Suddenly, he slashed at the bee, going from the holder on his right pant leg to his left shoulder. The hornet fell to the ground without a wing. He flung his knife to the ground, and it split the hornet in half and dug two inches into the ground. "Eridj a francba. Oh, you're an american bee. Then, 'fuck off'." He picked up some sticks and began sharpening them on the C-groove of the knife, making little arrows.
After the twentieth arrow, he yelled out at the park.
He had been alone in this country for about a year, and he had never had the strongest heves nemi vágy in his entire life. He couldn't stand the feeling. The last woman he saw was back before the state line. Then he was pretty much completely alone.
"Dammit." He pulled his knife out of the ground and walked toward the woods. He saw a squirrel, and his stomach ached. He hadn't had anything to eat in days. He crouched low to the ground, unable to stop himself. He stalked the squirrel. He was five feet away. He lunged at the squirrel, knife above his head. His fingers closed around the tip of the animal's tail as it fled, and he faceplanted into the ground.
"DAMN!" He shouted, and pouned the earth with his hand. He got up, saw the squirrel, and chucked his knife. It spun through the air, and pinned the squirrel between the C-groove and the tree trunk it was climbing. It was dead, but twitching. Corey pulled the knife out and finished the beheading of the animal, then ate.
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Panix
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By the Lust of my Father, Revenge is Mine!
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Post by Panix on May 7, 2006 4:50:36 GMT 12
Corey finished his meal. He had the fluffy tail between his thumb and forefinger, and flung it aside. Grabbing his knife again, he dropped it into the holder he had made, back in vermont. He went through his pockets and went through his current possessions: A quarter in his left pocket, a papaer clip, a stick of gum. His right pocket: A pack of 50 9-inch nails. Three bullets, two of them had fallen in a deep puddle and he fished them out, most likely too late. Chances are, only the dry one would fire, and the ones that had gotten wet would be dry when shot.
Ironic.
Besides, he didn't have a gun.
He sighed and cursed under his breath. If he went anywhere, he'd just get even more lost. He decided the best thing to do was to just sit and think out all his options.
He came to a rather boring conclusion: Go and risk the chance of getting lost, or stay and risk the chance of never being found.
Corey picked up the little arrows and put them in his right pocket. He took one out and threw it. It soared over the fence-wall-thing. Sitting on a rock, he pulled out some more and began throwing them over that wooden wall, one at a time.
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Arn Valdemar
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Att v?ra ?ller ?nte v?ra, det ?r fr??gan.
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Post by Arn Valdemar on May 7, 2006 8:44:59 GMT 12
Arn had been walking around for most of the day with no real destination in mind until he had heard a quiet thud, then another and another, over and over again. His curiosity got the bettewr of him and he headed towards the sound. It was not long until he came across it, he saw a boy of about his age throwing what looked like small arrows or darts and a wooden wall. kuriös He light stepped torwards the teenager, his footsteps making the barest of sounds, hopefully not disturbing him. When he was about 10 feet away, what he considered a safe distance, he stopped. His hands were at his sides, both resting comftably on the pommel of the daggers at his sides, one could never be too careful.
Hej, Jag är ovän inte He probably didn't speak swedish so after some thought Arn said again. Hey
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Panix
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By the Lust of my Father, Revenge is Mine!
Posts: 40
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Post by Panix on May 8, 2006 6:37:07 GMT 12
"A kurva életbe!" Corey shouted and fell off the rock he was sitting on. He sprung to his feet and pulled out his machete-knife. "Mit csinálsz?! Mondd meg õszintén!"
He paused. The he relaxed a bit. "What are you doing here?? You scared me shitless."
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Arn Valdemar
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Att v?ra ?ller ?nte v?ra, det ?r fr??gan.
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Post by Arn Valdemar on May 8, 2006 8:02:50 GMT 12
Watching the other persons reaction Arn took a step back and spread his hands wide in a sign of peace. However it was a hard pose to keep with some one holding a machete. However Arn did have difficulty not laughing at him for his reaction. Sorry for that .... He waited for the others name.
Arn folded his arms across his chest, watching the other person, hopefully he would put the knife down soon otherwise the situation could get messy.
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Panix
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By the Lust of my Father, Revenge is Mine!
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Post by Panix on May 8, 2006 8:43:38 GMT 12
Corey flung his machete into the ground, and it twanged as it stuck in the earth between his feet. "My name is Corey Senko. My old people, the ones in Hungary, called me Országos Borzadás, but people around here, as you will, I think, call me Panix." Panix looked over this other intently.
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Arn Valdemar
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Att v?ra ?ller ?nte v?ra, det ?r fr??gan.
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Post by Arn Valdemar on May 8, 2006 9:11:38 GMT 12
Arn watched the machete fly into the ground, unimpressed. So he was Hungarian, Arn had wondered what he was speaking and now, obviously, he knew. Panix he grunted in amusemant Im Fenrir. Arn matched Corey's stare with one as cold and as intense, his eyes giving nothing away, his stance confident but not arrogant. I wonder why he is called Panix, but it is of no importance...
So, you a Wildcat?
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Panix
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Post by Panix on May 8, 2006 9:30:48 GMT 12
Corey grinned wide.
"Yes. We have common ground, then?" Panix stepped foreward. "What they used to call me in Hungary... It means 'Hungarian Horror'." His smile faultered. "I'm not sure why. I only did petty theft." Corey shook his head. "Oh well. Is you're real name Fenrir? It seems odd for... What're you? You're accent... Scandinavian?"
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Arn Valdemar
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Att v?ra ?ller ?nte v?ra, det ?r fr??gan.
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Post by Arn Valdemar on May 9, 2006 4:08:22 GMT 12
Arn just grunted, a small smile on his face. It looks like we do indeed. Arn watched as Panix stepped closer and just smiled all the wider. Hungarian Horror for a thief how.... He pondered for a second before continuing ...how descriptive
Arn just smirked but why he was called Fenrir made him stop. Fenrir was a giant wolf in Norse mythology and no it is not my real name but yes I am Swedish Arn didn't like giving out his old name as he didn't really see himself as Arn Valdemar son of Marie and Baltasar. His old life was lost to him now but it was by choice and one he did not regret.
So, you been here long?
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Panix
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Post by Panix on May 9, 2006 8:37:43 GMT 12
"No. Not long at all. The other day, infact. I got carted over here, and dumped in the... the 'Center Pack', the sign says..."
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Arn Valdemar
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Att v?ra ?ller ?nte v?ra, det ?r fr??gan.
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Post by Arn Valdemar on May 13, 2006 4:31:59 GMT 12
I see Fenrir had been here for a while but had not been with the Wildcats for long. Most of his time he had been alone, which suited him fine. however life he got easier since joining the others.
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Panix
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By the Lust of my Father, Revenge is Mine!
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Post by Panix on May 14, 2006 8:05:13 GMT 12
"Well... Where is everyone else, anyway?" Panix asked. He bent over and picked up his machete, then dropped it back into it's holster. Panix grimaced adn rubbed his stomach- The squirrel wasn't very filling, and he was starving. "And where cna I get something decent to eat?"
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Post by Lady Diabla on May 14, 2006 17:45:32 GMT 12
" 'Everyone' is out on orders tenderfoot. And as for food quiet frankly, thats going to be your total consumption of food today. If you continue sitting on your bum that is. And if you haven't noticed tenderfoot we en't in any bloody cafe of gourmet buffet. "
Came the unmistakable british purr of the mistress from the shadows as she stepped forth into the light. Her distinguished features as unmistakable as her voice. Her cream toned skin lightly dusted with freckles on her cheeks and on her nose from the sun. Her feiry locks falling into her glinting emerald eyes as the wind blew them about. Her egyptian mau Ocelia peering down at the "Tenderfoots" as the mistress called all the newcomers to her tribe from her perch on her mistress's shoulder. Kathryn Jasmine Lotus otherwise known as Ocelot. Known as Kat by her beta Sketch who had been scarce.
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Panix
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By the Lust of my Father, Revenge is Mine!
Posts: 40
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Post by Panix on May 16, 2006 7:48:21 GMT 12
At the moment when she first spoke, Panix's right hand shot down to the handle of his machete, but he eased up and turned around slowly. He recoginized this lady, she was their leader. "Right, sorry." he said. He looked from her to her cat. His upper lip tried to tug back. Panix didn't seem to notice. He turned around, and began to walk off. "Well. I'm going to go look for somethign to eat." Panix turned to Fenrir and nodded. "I'll talk to you later." Then he began to run, along the tree line, before cutting off, into the trees, for the fountain.
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Arn Valdemar
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Att v?ra ?ller ?nte v?ra, det ?r fr??gan.
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Post by Arn Valdemar on May 16, 2006 8:13:46 GMT 12
Watched the reaction of Panix with disinterest, he was too on edge and would probably get himself killed that way. It wasn't his problem. He didn't bother to reply when the Hungarian theif ran off but just turned to the leader of the Wildcats. Good day He tipped his head slightly in a show of respect if nothing else.
He slowly reached his hands up behind his head and tied the strip of leather holding his hair back a little tighter. His grey/blue eyes intense.
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Post by Lady Diabla on May 17, 2006 10:23:15 GMT 12
Kat nodded emerald green eyes flashing as she asked,
"Your name Tenderfoot?"
She purred and with a turn of her head locked eyes with Ocelia and a silent communication seemed to go on between master and servant. Ocelia inclined her head slightly and with a blink she destroyed the mind connection and sprang off her shoulder onto the ground, and began to search for mice. If there was one thing her mistress disliked -aside from disorderness- it was rodents. Kat turned her head again to face this new -will cont l8ter-
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