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Post by kristopher on Oct 29, 2008 11:17:16 GMT -6
Footsteps echoed the silent lamp lit streets. As the steady beat of trainers hitting the sidewalk spoke and the wind whispered into my, the young man’s ear. My purple eyes look up to the clouded night sky parting to make way for the moon. I stop walking and look at the cracks in the worn sidewalk for a moment, then look up again to the moon a smirk reached the side of my lips for a moment and I speak to myself for a moment putting a hand in the pocket of the jacket around me keeping me warm on this cold night.
”She’s here, somewhere.”
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Post by The Dude on Nov 7, 2008 19:53:12 GMT -6
Marty stood a cigarette in his mouth. He scowled and walked down the street.
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Post by kristopher on Nov 11, 2008 16:28:49 GMT -6
I look over to the young man, Ash, then followed him with his naturally purple eyes. The distinct smell of smoke reaching my nose. I keep my distance just to be sure. I look Ash up and down, and get the distinct impression he is important. 'His soul is strong' I think to myself, and as he walks past I follow him down the street. Though not making a big deal to make it clear, but no effort to hide the fact I am doing so.
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Post by The Dude on Nov 12, 2008 15:23:36 GMT -6
Marty stops and his red eyes slowly turn to face him. He scowls and walks towards him.
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Post by kristopher on Nov 17, 2008 1:01:09 GMT -6
I look at Ash and seeing his eyes focused on me and me alone I keep walking, as if it was nothing more than coincidence that we were on the same path. My scarf trailing behind me in the wind and keeping my purple eye focused down and hidden by my hair I keep walking, despite Ash's presence. But I think to myself for a moment heh...with my looks who wouldn't be worried if I followed them? and a small amused smile crossed my face as I carry on walking, as casually as a guy with long hair, a scarf bigger tan I am and blue face paint can me.
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Post by The Dude on Nov 23, 2008 13:49:47 GMT -6
Marty scolwed and continued to walk towards him.
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Post by kristopher on Nov 24, 2008 11:56:57 GMT -6
I stop and looks up revealing my purple eyes from under my long grey hair and focus straight on Ash, and without saying a word I stop looking at him. Waiting for what he was going to say or do.
A young black cat in the meantime was crossing the street toward them both, I knew this cat as I had seen it and fed it many times in my travels and it seamed to like me, followed me wherever I go. Though I loved her following me, I could not help but think when this stray would be caught in an accident or taken by someone to a good home. I did not want her to leave my side after all, she was pretty much all I had to call friend.
I look ash straight in the eyes with mine, not flinching and not making a move or sound. I was not, nor showing, any signs of fear and if he had a problem with me then he could say it and move on. I'd just follow from a further distance to wherever he was going.
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