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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 22, 2008 21:26:00 GMT -5
(( OOC: You wanted it. Here it is. Have fun Greenie. ))Loreta growled quietly to herself as she hauled the unruly package in her hands. Stupid jerk of a boss was being spiteful because of all that vacation and maternity leave. She honestly wanted to quit now, only she couldn't do something like that. She had a kid, and she needed money. She briefly glanced down at her purple leg warmers. It was terribly warm today but she still had to wear them. Bother. When the hell had they decided to ship medical supplies anyway? They used to be on the banned list. Or... was this just a special exception? Apparently someone on the medical staff put these on rush order. The probably was she couldn't find someone on the medical staff to give them to. No one was helping her, so she was just being a very awkward heart in the palace of Clubs. This was worse than torture. Then she stumbled into someone. The box went crashing to the ground, the contents of carefully packaged and sealed needles falling to the ground. Thankfully none of them broke, and they were all still in their individual puffy packaging. But that still meant Loreta had to pick them up.
"Son of a bitch."
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Post by Greenie on Feb 23, 2008 18:28:23 GMT -5
It had been a long day, and all Pascha wanted to do was go out to the gardens, find a nice big tree to sit in and relax, maybe take a nap. Was that too much to ask for? Anoushka had made his day hell by giving him the largest stack of paperwork he'd ever seen and then locked him in the room to finish it, all because she was in a pissy mood and he'd been stupid enough to pass by. He hadn't even asked for something to do--he'd been going to Aderlass's office, but no, she grabbed him and shoved him in. Well he'd finished it, damn her, and it had taken him four freakin' hours to do so. She hadn't stayed around to let him out (why would she lock him in, for cripes sake?) so he'd had to use the window, which was enough to keep him away from that wing of the courts for at least a week. Anoushka could do her own damned paper work for a week, see if she wanted his help after that. The owl had just managed to get out the main entrance when he slammed into someone--his own fault, he'd been scowling at his thoughts and not paying attention to where he was going. Looking up had proven to be a worse idea then continuing to look down--it was a black and purple girl. Black and freakin' purple. She wasn't Corvistownean, not with that silver contraption on her head, but the purple was enough to make his head spin. Uncle leaned over him as he lay on the table, strapped down with thick leather bindings, unable to move. An ugly, filthy hand reached out to tap his forehead and a slimy voice inquired if he was awake yet..Pascha shook his head to rid himself of the vision, only to find that he'd fallen over and half of his face was in the dirt. This was not the time or the place to go insane. Not today, not in this mindframe. Not with this... stranger here. Then the owl looked at the ground beside him. Needles. Oh, fucking hell. Fucking bloody hell with a lamp post. ..'Ah, so you are awake.. Good.. this one needs an active mind..' The grimey hand was taken away, and all he could see was the pitch black ceiling above him for a few moments, all he could hear were the faint rustling sounds of his Uncle retreating, and the shuffling of paws as he returned. 'Sit still now,' He said with a low cackle, 'This will only hurt a lot.' A syringe was brought into his view and gently twisted around so the liquid inside it moved. It was an oozing red syrup-like substance that clung to the plastic, and it made Pascha want to throw up, but what was there to throw up when you hadn't eaten? The syringe was removed from his vision and he felt the pinprick along his wing. Within seconds pain burst forth from the limb and he began seeing bright spots of color on the dark ceiling..The owl slumped down on the ground, completely unconcious, within seconds of seeing the needles. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 23, 2008 18:38:17 GMT -5
Well.... shit. What was she supposed to do now? She had run into someone and he just... fell right over. And... he was breathing at least. The heron took a deep breathe. Okay. Now what? Pick up the needles and run or help the guy out?
Loreta decided that needles were a better idea. She tipped the box into and upright position, hastily scooped up the needles and dropped them inside. After a moment's frustration with the uncooperative box lid, everything was cleaned up. Well, there was still that guy over there. She honestly hadn't run into him that hard, even if he was short. Tiny really. Loreta sighed and picked up the box, turning around to face the limp figured.
"Are you all right?" She asked. She wasn't about to go anywhere near him. She didn't want to end up in something stupid. The heron looked around briefly. Not another soul around for miles it seemed. Maybe she could get away with walking the opposite direction?
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Post by Greenie on Feb 24, 2008 19:45:17 GMT -5
He laid there unmoving for nearly two minutes, then suddenly jerked to a sitting position, facing away from Loreta. He sat there staring off into the distance for nearly a minute until she spoke, when his head began to slowly turn to face her, his eyes wide and unblinking.
He stared at her with blank eyes, a sadistic-looking grin slowly forming on his face. Finally his eyes focused on hers with a snap and he slowly asked, "Did you say something, my pretty?" His voice was deep, much deeper than normal (though Loreta wouldn't know that) and was raspy, like he'd just gotten over an illness.
Pascha's body remained facing away from her--it was only his head that turned and remained facing her, unmoving. His eyes bored into hers and though he maintained eye contact as long as she did, it appeared as though he wasn't really taking in anything around him.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 24, 2008 20:07:23 GMT -5
That was. Creepy. Him being an owl was a small comfort. That look was just something she didn't expect from anyone that small. The heron shifted her weight uncomfortably but managed to maintain eye contact.
"I asked if you were all right. You ran into me when I was carrying this package to the medical ward." She said lifting up the package. He didn't seem to notice it. Okay then. "If you could point me in the right direction I would appreciate it. Also. Could you stop staring at me like you're on drugs?"
The last bit wasn't needed but she was starting to get annoyed. That look she was getting made her uncomfortable damnit. She had half a mind to pop off one of her wings and throw it at him. Of course, she wasn't going to do anything stupid and mess up her wings or job for that matter.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 1, 2008 12:21:11 GMT -5
Pascha certainly didn't stop staring; in fact he didn't move in the slightest. He didn't blink, twitch, adjust himself, or even move his eyes in the slightest--it made him look as if he were a statue, a creepy, breathing statue.
He didn't immediately respond to Loreta's words. He simply let her sit there, vaguely uncomfortable, before suddenly responding, "Drugs? Do you have any cheese? I'm afraid my watch has run.. low.." While speaking the owl had simultaneously been pulling his pocket watch out from underneath his wing, his eyes still unmoving from Loreta.
Then he suddenly twisted his head back and began staring at his watch in the same manner. It wasn't even opened, the only thing that was visible was the outside and the latch, yet he stared at it as if it possesed great magical qualities.
Without looking up he asked once more, "Do you?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 1, 2008 12:51:36 GMT -5
Oh. Fuck this. "No," She said shaking her head emphatically. She was backing up slowly. If she had tail feathers they would be twitching from her discomfort, instead she was just backing up slowly. She wasn't going to deal with a crazy person. No way no how.
"I'm going to go now," Loreta said as she spun on her heal to quickly move away from the owl. If she didn't have the box she would have been able to move faster. Stupid delivery service. This was going to be one of her last packages damnit. She was going to give her two weeks notice as soon as she got back. Dealing with nobles and crazy people just wasn't her thing.
She still had absolutely no idea where she was going. "Stupid palace. They should have used someone whose been here before," he muttered under her breath.
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Post by Greenie on Mar 3, 2008 22:41:39 GMT -5
"Are you sure?" His head whipped around to once again pin her with his piercing stare. He shifted his body to face her and as she backed up, hopped ever so slowly after her, his head tilting a few degrees to the right with each hop. "I think... I think you do. I can smell it."
As soon as she began walking away he stopped hopping and simply began following her, his avian legs carrying him with surprising speed. His face was an expressionless mask, the only movement being his eyes following her retreating form. "Palace.."
Once they reached the entrance to the building he stopped and stared at the architecture of the massive archway in front of them. Pascha's face softened as he simply stared, his beak open slightly. His body went slack and he simply fell over once more, though he retained whatever state of conciousness he was in. Within a few seconds he rolled over onto his back and spread out in the sun with a croon.
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Post by Kasatsu on Mar 3, 2008 23:23:06 GMT -5
The Queen had just been making his way out of the castle to start on his small trip to the Capital when something caught his attention. A flash of white and black in a familiar feathered form brought to his attention that Pascha was out and about in the gardens. He had given the bird the day free, along with Malc, due to his own leaving for the evening. It had been a while since he had paid a visit to Minh – who was probably cooped up in her laboratory for who knew how many days - as well as his daughter, so he had planned to stay the night and spend the next day with them. Giving a sigh, he decided that he would say a final farewell to the lad before heading off he made his way over to the owl. As he neared he discovered that the owl was acting . . . not his good usual. Concern filled him. Taking in the other avian – a female Heron. Coming to stop a little ways away from where Pascha lay on the grass he switched his gaze between the two of them. “Just wot is going on here?” he demanded. |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 3, 2008 23:45:57 GMT -5
She ignored him as best as possible. It was difficult really to ignore something that annoying, but Loreta was a master of ignoring things. That is until she ran into an authority figure. The Queen of Clubs himself. Oh damn. This really sucked.
The heron shifted the package carefully before she did a half bow. When that was done with she spoke in her normal tone, "I was delivering a package, that owl ran me over, and then he started following me! I just want to deliver this package and get out of here." She was looking down at the mouse, uh, this being tall thing was weird when being around nobility. "Your Majesty, Sir." She added as an afterthought.
Nobles really weren't what she liked to deal with. It was just a generally annoying experience that always ended in her walking away more than disgruntled. She honestly just wanted to know where the bloody medical wing was so she could drop this stupid box off and get a signature!
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