Toki
Mosquito
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Post by Toki on Feb 25, 2009 12:28:25 GMT -7
Toki felt the finger tips of anxiety dancing down her spine. Her digits curled against her palm to form a loose fist on either side of her lithe frame. What was she supposed to expect? Her anxiety wasn’t coming from being nervous, she thought with each step her flip-flop cladded feet created as they moved her across the City. The lights far above her five foot something head glowed like a sad, useless and unhappy sun. Of course, the sun would have to have been polluted and covered by a number of foggy looking films. This light though, it was the closest she could get to the sun she once adored so much. The sun. The whole reason she was making this random trip. Well, one of the reasons.
The other reason was the source of her anxiety. Maybe anxiety was the wrong word to describe her current feelings. It was on a whim. The whole ordeal, the whole plan. All started with the cheesy jokes her and the male had shared at the expense of that silly and cliché vampire story Twilight. Silly twinkly, sweaty “vampires”. It was the reason Toki needed the lab-coat. It was the reason the stolen jacket her arms were shoved into, light cotton sleeves pushed up to her elbows and the unzipped sides brushed against her plain, white cotton v-neck t-shirt. The distressed jean skirt she wore clinging to the boyish shape of her protruding hip bones and waist. Such a beach bunny! She could hear Drella’s words bouncing about in her head. The semiprivate joke they shared. Not that it mattered. Drella was not going to join up on this shopping trip. No-one was but that achingly…Toki coughed a quiet laughter. There wasn’t much telling where they would end up, Toki wasn’t worried though.
A soft exhale danced away from her parted, plump lips. Darkened lashes fluttered before her gaze flickered to study the current street corner she stood at. Was this the right way? Mph. She might not even have to vaguely pretend to worry about what would follow their trip. She might not even find him. Her gait had slowed, the sway of her hips growing softer and less determined. Her confidence however, didn’t waver. It didn’t ever to be frank. She was just giving up on following directions. They never did suite the saw-dust locked girl. It was a seduction process Toki wasn’t interested in chasing. Not usually at least.
Pearly white teeth bit down on the corner of her lower pout. The faint taste of chapstick coursed through her wide-set mouth. The press of her vampiric fangs showed no mercy to the bee-stung plump as she idly chewed. He should just pop up! Toki was simply following her feet in hopes she wouldn’t trip or step in one of the ever-seemingly there puddles that were displayed in the streets around her. Oh the cliché. How it burnt.
Various and random people shuffled past her. Too wrapped up in their busy, boring unlives. Every once in awhile, a human would manage to stumble by. A rather obvious hungry pire following behind them, preparing their sweet sounding lies before he was made lunch. A never ending game of cat and mouse. In an almost twisted and pathetic way, the pires showed this same game with each other. Of course, it was usually based around sex or to better one’s place in society. Suck up to this powerful person in this Clan, seduce this woman to create a scandal for this family. Toki just wanted a d**n lab-coat and a good laugh. Maybe some chocolate fondue to follow. Cheese would work too…
Regardless, the wind pressed against her feline-like face. A deviant lock of her hair fell just into her vision. She reached up, slender finger tucking the unruly tresses behind her small, clipped right ear. Toki was slow to drop her hand away from her face. She pressed the tips of her middle and pointer fingers to the corner of her jaw before she traced along the outline of the lower part of her face. She neared the left and didn’t bother to finish the random caress of her face. Fingers fell away and her gait continued in a lazy, selfish manner. She’d be late. She’d be missed. She also completely knew this would result in the other half of her party wondering where on earth she was. What she was doing. What was keeping her. Thoughts to be consumed souly on her. A smile filtered to her lips, just perfect.
Not too much longer and her shuffling feet would be there. Wherever there was.
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Post by Andre Louvain on Feb 27, 2009 5:00:59 GMT -7
" I have you now, you wretched beast... "
Louvain crawled like a gimpy millipede through the tangled, ragged weeds that pervaded the field outside of his current domicile, which looked almost as silly as he. A time worn chapel, perhaps a forgotten relic of a religious war between vampire and mortal, jutted from the ground, and contrasted sharply with most of the distant cityscape. A story for another day.
" Aha! " The vampire coiled up, and pounced like a kitten on yarn, and came up with his prize. An innocent field mouse that now quivered violently in a vain effort to free itself. Louvain kissed the field mouse on the nose, and set it free. He felt slightly wretched for his act of charity, but shrugged it off since the mouse was cuter than your average human.
" C'est la vie. " The vampire often spoke to himself, and didn't bother pondering the finer points of crazy. I wonder if the mouse can comprehend my good deed? Mouse. One, two, three, four, five. Five. One, two, three four. Perfe-
His always present internal monologue was interrupted by an urgent feeling of having forgotten something. " Hmmm. " Louvain chewed at the inside of his cheek, and scratched at his chin thoughtfully. He hated the feeling of having forgotten, probably because he felt that way a lot. The vampire briefly considered seeking psychological evaluation for his chronic memory loss, but the thought was jolted away for good by another.
" Toki! " Louvain recalled a recent encounter they'd had, and how they were set to buy lab coats, for the sole purpose of seeing if a vampire could sparkle. He had grown bored of mouse hunting anyway, so he bolted through his chapel's doorway, and withing minutes came back out sparkling clean. A quick check revealed her location, and one scroll later, he was sat forcibly on his ass in front of the adorable beach bum known as Toki.
" Hiiii. " Louvain seemed possessed by the nasty grip of a caffeine addiction.
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Toki
Mosquito
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Post by Toki on Feb 27, 2009 10:58:20 GMT -7
Toki danced her tongue over her pearly white canines. In the blocks between her first realization she didn’t know where to go, and where she stood now, her gait had adopted a nearly stand-still leisure to it. The distressed fabric of her jean skirt were creating angry red marks upon her sun-kissed skin just below her protruding hip bones. It was just a size too big and didn’t quite fall in the right place that the piress would have liked it to.
The girl shoved her fingers into the so-called pockets that rested against her backside. She never could understand why women’s clothes refused to have working, useful pockets. God forbid they have something important to carry. Bags and purses were too much of a hassle and Toki didn’t really need anything save for her slim cellular device, the small collection of scrolls, and of course, just enough coins to ride a transit if she had to.
Ugh. Boys and their unbelievable talent at being late. Well, sorta late? Toki wasn’t exactly in the spot the two had established and the more she pursed the thought, the brighter the fact they didn’t actually pick a spot came out. Her faith didn’t waver in them actually finding each other. It just might take eons, but who was a vampire to complain?
Salmon pink lips pulled into a haughty smile. At the rate her feet were gracefully picking up and pushing her forward, she may as well have been stopped. Oh no wait, it probably felt that way due to the fact Toki was perched upon the curb at the corner of her current choice in block. She’d be the first to admit her mind usually wondered four or five steps ahead of whatever her body was doing. A terrorist had to plot right?
Like a slap to the neck, Toki’s manicured ‘brows knitted. The air shifted and for a baffling moment, the piress thought she was going to sneeze. An action she hasn’t done since a human those short months ago. Ears ringing, a panicked wave washed down the length of her spine. Maybe she was being attacked… Teeth gritting together, she waited with her lashes sweeping down and lids falling close.
When absence of her skin burning off took place, Toki squinted an eye open. There. On the gross, dirty, blood stained ground sat her shopping date. A boyish greeting pierced through the awkward air that had settled around Toki.
Instantly, she melted. Her pout parted in a brilliant smile, and she dug one of her hands from her pocket to offer it to the other pire. Sea-blue hues danced with a mix of excitement and contagious playful behavior she was already picking up from just being around him. Finger tips wiggled almost as a dare more than invite as her gaze was steady upon Legion. “C’mon. I wanna see sparklers.”
Such a charm the girl had for greetings.
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Post by Andre Louvain on Mar 3, 2009 10:23:38 GMT -7
Louvain blinked at the delicate hand, took it gingerly, and lifted himself to his feet. He brought Toki's knuckles to his lips, and any gentleman worth his salt would, released her, and dusted himself off in a most uncaring fashion.
" Sparklers? How will we see them without becoming torches ourselves? " The vampire briefly pondered an impenetrable UV protection pod, and filed it away under ' Maybe '. The thought of seeing the sun again almost took his breath away, and it almost made him want to pursue the plan. For now though, they would purloin some tastefully made lab coats. I mean, how could someone set to inventing beautiful sun proof pods without a lab coat, right?
He vibrated as in a state of perfect harmony with the world, and spat out another sentence. " Wwwwwhere are we going to find lab coats, Tokidear? " A small, dark part of his brain wondered why he wasn't his usual melancholic self. You're cracking up, man. The thought was won over by the elation of feeling so good. Perhaps he'd drank up a perpetually perky soccer mom fresh after her cafe latte enema?
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Toki
Mosquito
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Post by Toki on Mar 3, 2009 18:37:51 GMT -7
A soft smile invaded the curve of her bee-stung plump lips. A second greeting was pressed against the wave of bones that her slender knuckles possessed. Remembering exactly who both parties where, Toki forced her hues to roll in the most teenage attitude like manor she knew an adolescent would use in such a situation.
The first question Louvain pointed out, Toki’s mouth opened to retort only to find she had no answer. A curious predicament they would find themselves in once the actual experiment took place. No worries though, he questioned the other issue that was going to take place. Where would they find lab coats?
A trickle of laughter was her answer. Was he actually going to question her?! Such nonsense! She’d pull a plan out. At least, she was hoping she would…
Toki extracted her fingers from his surprisingly gentle grip, stepping towards the alley’s direction she hadn’t explored yet. “Oh well, a store of course.” Right? Maybe? Hopefully…
Excruciatingly careful not to show any acute sign on her wide, feline like face, of the fact she was drawing blanks, Toki adopted a casual pace. “Do you think we can get custom made ones? Something about ‘Official Twilight Research Team.’ Something of that nature?” Her smile was slow and playful, an uncanny mimic of the infamous Cheshire Cat’s smile from the children’s story of Alice In Wonderland. Toki’s head lulled lightly to better study the answer and general being of Louvain, a perfectly innocent expression of curiosity upon her own features.
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Post by Andre Louvain on Mar 12, 2009 2:23:49 GMT -7
" How about ' Couple of Jackasses ' instead? "
His words were of the hack 'n slash variety. Delivered with the careful precision only a butcher and his cleaver could understand. That was his method in many instances. The pointedly blunt, and corrosive rhetoric of a true cynic. That, or maybe he was just wishing he could play the jaded hard ass, and win angst points. It was a question better left to someone with a more objective view of the man behind the Legion?
" Ok... ok, we're not jackasses. We really could just glue our own titles on, iron them... sew on... " Louvain trailed off into inane mutterings in regards to a team motto, and insignia for their endeavor. He pulled at her, and began walking her along beside her.
A twitch, and he faded back in. " ... Where ...where do you buy labcoats in a city like this? " Louvain, for all his time here, still was totally lost on what you could, and couldn't purchase. Well, besides instruments of pain.
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