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| Walk in the West Wing | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 10 2010, 10:10 PM (204 Views) | |
| Tratin | Feb 10 2010, 10:10 PM Post #1 |
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Yo-to sheathed, bandages and dark hair blowing back in the heavy winds Tratin trekked over the dust blown walkways of the West Wing. Only few people were out as they hustled around to gather what they needed for the oncoming days. A storm was brewing, Tratin stopped and smelled it in the air as he held down his hat so it would not blow away in the strong, cold winds. He enjoyed the cold, and the oncoming storms, he appreciated the silence it brought. Of course the storm brought its own sounds but it killed off the sounds of the bustling city, it quieted the crime and sadness of its people, if only for awhile. Tratin continued to walk again making his way to the plaza slowly. |
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| Melencia | Feb 21 2010, 01:21 AM Post #2 |
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Melencia was perched on top of a roof, looking at the deserted streets. She exhaled a breath, watching a gentle stream of air breeze out of her mouth. Her eyes blinked, and colors began to shift and change. Auras became more apparent, helping her choose her next hit. We need a small army for now. Do what you can in the West District, few will be missed there. Don't get caught. Melencia looked down at the roof, watching as five faintly white figures walked about the house. "I guess this is where I'll start..." Placing a hand down on the roof, rings began to sprout from her hand, reaching to the edges of the roof. Red dots began to form around the perimeter of the circle, creating five points. Underneath her, a pentagram formed itself, and the house grew bright red. "Shit..." |
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| Tratin | Feb 25 2010, 06:56 PM Post #3 |
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Tratin strode along the district, it came and went quickly a rupture in the natural cold of the winds. A heat, faint almost non existent, like the sudden flash of torch. It was some distance off but with quick paced steps, such of a man being carried by the wind he started off to the house. There was no need to call in any other officers with him being so close. The zone of the original flash was close now, no more then fifteen feet away, resting his left hand on Yo-to he slowed his pace making his way to an opening in front of a home. There was a smell in the air it was like clay and soil unearthed from a garden, sweet but pale, it was unnatural, it was new. Tratin took a few more flowing strides bringing himself about five feet from the house. He stood relaxed, hand rested on Yo-to's hilt, looking up towards the roof, a small smile breaking across his face. "I'm going to have to ask you to bring yourself down from that roof, ma'am." Edited by Tratin, Feb 25 2010, 07:09 PM.
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