Gathering of the Figments

trinity · Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 12:07 am Post subject:

October opened up the door to the tavern and walked inside, she had been to many places in many cities and towns but the decorations in this place were the most distastful she'd ever seen. She folded her arm and looked around again trying to spot a place to sit, she noticed a lady strutting around bossing people around and doing just about anything she could to be in control. October made a note to herself not to disturb this woman, there were a few other scattered about as well October pulled her hat snugly on her head and walked further inside as the sound of her high heeled boots clacked against the floor.
"Can I get ya something?" A man asked from behind the counter, October peered at him from under her hat and rasied an eyebrow before turning to an empty chair and sitting down propping her feet up on the chair opposite her. She picked at the polish on her fingernails and would look around the tavern now and again with her eyes taking in yet another new place.
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butterflii · Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 12:41 am Post subject: o

(( Sorry guys in the last post by me I called myself Hope instead of Hayla, the other RP I'm on, my character is called Hope and I got muddled. Carry on though, I'll correct it now but I just wanted to say something to avoid confusion))
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Spider, Spider, on the wall.
Have you got no sense at all?
Can't you see the walls been plastered.
Now you're stuck you stupid . . . spider.

Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 12:42 am Post subject:

Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 12:52 am Post subject:

Nerio watched the girl in the hat walk into the tavern.

She seemed rather rude.

With a swift walk quite devoid of the tell tale signs of feminism or masculinity Nerio made it's way toward the table october was sitting at.

"Do you have a problem with one of your eyes?" Nerio asked, it's hands shedding powder on the table.
"Or do you have a problem with your nails? I think it seems un-natural for them to be that colour. But then it is also un-natural around here to be rude to a good barman. Don't they have manners or morals where you come from?"
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.

Nonnahswriter · Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 1:55 pm Post subject:

trinity · Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 3:31 pm Post subject:

October sighed and sat back in her chair looking up at the strange person sitting across from her, she couldn't tell it's gender and it was shedding a strange white powder.
"There's no need to have morales or manners where I come from and theres no need to have them now, I'm not staying long and I'm not looking to make friends." October said and showed her nails. "It's nail polish it's like a paint you put on your nails, anything else you want to know, my deepest desire, my darkest secret, perhaps my favorite color?" She asked rolling her eyes.
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Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 8:57 pm Post subject:

"why are you here?" Nerio stared into the girls face. It knew it's eyes were an unusual colour, it knew that no-one else shed white powder, but it couldnt help feeling the slightest sensitivity at the girls repulsed shiver, as she looked into it's eyes.
"A person of your type does not belong in this town. You'll loose yourself quickly." it whispered
"It looks like an innocent place, but everyone has a past. All you have is sarcasm. You'll get stuck here and we will have to deal with your presence. Go home."

With that Nerio left the table, leaving behind on the dark wood a small card, as white as it's skin, with a small amber 'N' in the centre.

It walked with determination toward the small stage at the back of the tavern, pulling out a small silver instrument.

It was aware of it's face changing colour as it walked, a tingling sensation not unlike the feel of sherbert on a tongue, betraying the change. It always wondered what part of its body would change colour.

It dismissed the pianist at the stage with a squeeze on the shoulder and a quick smile, and watched as he dissapeared behind the stage.

It turned around to face the audience, making a point not to look at the girl in the hat. It closed it's eyes and let the power overtake it's control.It heard the taverns open-mouthed shock as it felt itself dissapearing entirely from view.

It was time... to weave.
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.

Nonnahswriter · Posted: Wed Mar 14, 2007 11:40 am Post subject:

Nona looked up at Nerio to see him turn invisible. she always did wonder how he did it, but her one concern was if he was going to sit in place of the pianist, he should at least play a tune. anything was better than the annoying sounds of the drunken idiots in the bar, and it could give her an excuse for not hearing any orders. after serving another drink at another table, she slipped away toward the stage, just to escape her work, something she did most of the time.
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they say that in Japan, if you sneeze, someone's talking about you behind your back.
yes, i know this isn't Japan.

butterflii · Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 7:44 am Post subject: o

*Hayla*

Hayla watched as Nerio began to turn invisible. The girl with the tan hat, looked arrogantly around as if she knew, that she was better than everything in this place and all the people in it.
Hayla felt herself getting mad just looking at the girl, as she picked at her nail-polish. The only woman who wore nail-polish around here was Daisy, and she'd put on anything from anywhere if she thought it would make her look better.
At that moment Daisy was leaning over the bar flirting with a male customer in clear view of Rubin. Hayla thought that she did this to keep Rubin on his toes, to make him think that Daisy could have anyone she wanted but Rubin didn't seem to care at all. He was watching the space on the stage where Nerio had been only minutes before.
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Spider, Spider, on the wall.
Have you got no sense at all?
Can't you see the walls been plastered.
Now you're stuck you stupid . . . spider.

trinity · Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 11:34 am Post subject:

((My hats tan not red Wink

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~October~

October used her finger to pull the card the person who had been shedding white powder left, over to her and picked it up. She looked it over and saw that it only contained a letter an 'N' she sighed but put the card in pocket just incase. She noticed people were giving her dirty looks but she was used to it, people always treated her this way which is why she had developed the attitude she had now. When she looked up she didn't see who she decided to call N he had vanished, she shrugged her shoulders and remained quiet in her seat recalling the last town she had visited in her mind. The people weren't friendly there at all when she had arrived at the local pub she had been hit on by several different men whom in return she had shot down. After their egos had been bruised they all conspired together to have October thrown out of the pub by the bouncer which they managed to expertly do. Just remembering made her angry and she began to pick more furiously at her nail polish.
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Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 9:39 pm Post subject:

Nerio watched. Playing the small silver instrument softly, Nerio noticed everything around it, and at the same time, nothing. It noticed that one of the waitresses slipped behind the stage, to feel the calm behind it.

The sound of the instrument changed, turning woody, a louder sound but still soft. Like the language of the whispering trees. Nerio felt it's body becoming more and more like that of a tree, stiff, worn and old, so very old. Memories flooded into the weaving as it changed. Fragments of the life of the tree, what it had seen throughout it's life.

And suddenly, there was that scene. It must have been thinking of one of Its memories, not knowing that the tree that watched It's trauma, felt compassion, and remembered the incident, for Nerio to watch.

It watched the bough of the tree, feet swaying in the wind, dangling underneath the evergreen leaves. The sound of light feet, pounding at a flat run...

'Enough', thought nerio, and the vision subsided. It owed the waitress that much, for saving it's life, even if the poor creature didn't know it.

With a sigh, Nerio decided it could not weave around the girl. It brought back too many memories.

It walked down the stairs of the stage, still playing, stopping at the bottom and lifting the small instrument off its mouth.

"how do you do that" A voice whispered out of the shadows.

"i do 'that' with no controll" Nerio said, not turning it's head, and it walked gracefully into the dark, the only visible element of it being there was the trail of powder. Which, Nora noticed, was silver, not white.

If anyone were to walk into that peice of dark, they would find a corner, but for Nerio, it was a safe haven. Because it spiraled upwards to the highest point of the world.
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.

butterflii · Posted: Fri Mar 16, 2007 7:36 am Post subject: 0o0

*Hayla*

Hayla didn't wether to clap or cheer when Nerio stopped playing so she tried to smile at it before it came down off the stage but it didn't see.
He went into a dark corner, shedding a sparkley silvery powder.
This powder reminded her of pixie dust. How she loved to hang onto childhood memories, to savour hopes and dreams.
She pretended just for a second that it really was pixie dust and she blossomed in the thought of all things magical and majestic and her heart expanded to twice the size. Until finally she realised it was the same old tavern, decorated with disgusting taste and full of the same old boring punters. No fairy dust, no childhood memories. Just Hayla, poor old orphan Hayla.
She looked around and finally realised there was nothing to stay for. Not that she had anything better to do, but by leaving the tavern with no apperent reason, people might think she had a reason.
Breathing deeply she stood up and pushed in her bar stool.
"Leaving love?" Asked Rubin kindly, leaning over the bar and wiping it down with a cloth.
"Ye I am, I'll probably catch up with you tomorrow Rubin." Hayla smiled.
"Alright dear," He responded "You know where I am if you need me. Don't forget that there's always a spare bed in the tavern for you Hayla."
Hayla nodded and began to leave.
*Smack*
"Ouch!" Hayla grabbed her butt.
"Sorry, only meant for a friendly pat, lass." Lied Graham winking over his drink.
Hayla rolled her eyes as she left the tavern. She didn't know really why she was leaving. This was almost home. If she asked Rubin he would gladly let her stay, and offer her a job as a barmaid to pay her way.
But she wanted something more, something adventurous. Exciting.
Not the rest of her life as a bar maid.
She didn't want to end up like Daisy!
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Spider, Spider, on the wall.
Have you got no sense at all?
Can't you see the walls been plastered.
Now you're stuck you stupid . . . spider.

Aurora Asha Ila · Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 10:31 pm Post subject:

In the dark Nerio floated up the stairs, not needing to feel the walls. The stairs were circular, and narrow, climbing steadily upwards. It could see a faint trail of silver dust from it's previous journey. It must have been years ago now.

It reached the top of the stairs and opened the door that led into the darkness.

Making a note not to close the door behind it, Nerio walked into the endless black room. It shimmered with coloured powder in some places, silver in others, like the glimmer of the stars in the sky at night.

Nerio floated to the nearest glimmer, hovering like a spec of lint in the sunlight above its head. It was navy blue.

'hmmm'

Someone else had been here. They were lost. Nerio touched the glimmer and the bubble lit up, showing the face of a small girl who looked remarkably like Rubin for the starvation on her face. Then it realised. Didn't Rubin have a daughter a few years ago?

Nerio quickly felt for another bubble and luckily one was just beneath the one with Rubins daughter. Nerio touched the bubble and it stayed put. Holding its palm up to the light from the other bubble Nerio conjoured it's silver instrument out of the powder from its fingers.

It began to play and the two bubbles became one, morphing into the shape of a rabbit. the shape became fluffy and then grew white furr. Whiskers and a pink nose materialised on the rabbits face, with a pair of big blue eyes. The rabbit awaited its orders.

Nerio lifted the instrument from it's lips

'you have the image. Find the girl, i will wait here, tell her i can help her to get out.'

The rabbit bounded off into the dark, becoming just another silver star in the dark.

Nerio crossed it's legs and hovered. It might as well stay untill the rabbit found the girl, there was nothing pressing to do other wise. Except, perhaps, to think of a way to stop those annoying humans from getting into the room. It was sacred after all.

Poor Rubin, and Daisy. Nerio wondered why no-one seemed to remember. It wondered whether even Rubin knew he had a daughter.

It pondered the strange girl in the hat. wondering if she figured out the riddle. With a quirky smile Nerio decided it might have to drop a few easier hints around.

Nona... hmmm. Nerio frowned. That girl couldn't remember what she had done. It was probably just as well.
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I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush.

Figment · Posted: Sun Mar 18, 2007 4:03 am Post subject:

***Chantrise***

Chantrise paused in the street and looked up at the sign...

This seemed like an alright place... it was not too fancy, but not too drab either, and she took a deep breath before pushing the door open...
She stepped inside, and felt the atmosphere, the feelings. They were many and varied, and thankfully no one had noticed her.

She walked over to the bar, the bartender polishing a glass walked over to her, "What can i get you, love?" he asked, thoughts of his wife, and something that he knew he needed to say, needed to do, projecting themselves at Chantrise. Then he looked up, and stopped polishing the glass, his thoughts stopped, and he looked at the saphire eyes, as if he was playing musical statues, and her eyes had made the music stop.

She hated when people looked at her like that, it made her feel so uncomfortable and exposed...

"Uhm, just an ale and... What's good to eat here?"

"Well, the spaghetti is good... everything else is made by my wife!" Chantrise got a shock as the man at the other end of the bar burst into a hacking, coughing laugh.

"ok then" she smiled, "spaghetti it is!" She responded before asking after available rooms, and paying the bartender.

She then went to find herself a table, somewhere she could be alone.

((OOC. Ok, i know this is really terrible, but i am between sleeps, so i am kind've not here... probably wont even remember this in the morning... lol))
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garra121 · Pen Pusher Joined: 19 Apr 2006 Posts: 249 Location: My mom

Name: Lee
Age: 13
Ethnicity: what is that??
Build: REGULAR
Appearance: Whitish hair and red eys!
Other:I wear drak clothes sorta like a goth but Im not! Im not verry nice and dont show myrsy and have a dark past that makes me hate everyone that talks to me!

Lee walks into and alley in the middle of the night and waits by the sewrwe!
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