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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 28, 2011 0:47:35 GMT -5
Wyatt was doing his best not to be paranoid. Of course that was extremely difficult considering his region and the fact that they had all recently expired. He was now a rarity, and he could be mugged at any moment. He had a bit of Spade Speed on his side, but if the other person was a Spade he didn't stand a chance. He needed to stop thinking about this. Being afraid to walk outside wasn't going to get him anywhere. Life had to be lived. He had to go to work, he had to go grocery shopping and he had to get over the trama and move on. It sounded so easy inside of his head. Of course as he was walking down the street it took most of his willpower not to hyperventilate and run back home. He was still fairly close to the apartment, he could make it home rather quickly if he sprinted. No. Bad. He took a deep breath and continued to walk towards the grocery store. He just needed to pick up some milk, maybe some eggs for breakfast. It wasn't an impossible task. |
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Post by Bee on Jun 29, 2011 11:40:51 GMT -5
Milena had a good sense for fear. Milena had a good sense for fear because she was often the one to instill the emotion in people. And right now she could almost smell it, the sweet and acrid tang of tension in the shifty-eyed Selkie's bulky body as he walked down the street as though something were pursuing him. And now, something was. Milena drifted closer, fixated now on this cautious canine, every limb of her bony body silent and poised to pounce like the feline she wasn't. The voluminous fabric of her tattered dress hardly rustled. She thought he would be a good snack for Beast, but he had fed recently, and anyway he wasn't around. She darted quickly into a small alley and came around the block to get ahead of him. Yesssss, she thought, ducking behind a trash can. It approaches. Milena waits. When he drew near Milena leaped out from her hiding place, into his path, his personal space. She smiled a big smile, slow and full of teeth. "Hello puppy," she said, bright-eyed like she had just finished digging to the buried treasure. [OOC: So Milena decided she wanted in on this and nothing would dissuade her. I AM SO SORRY.] |
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 29, 2011 18:48:59 GMT -5
(( OOC: No apology needed. XD I'm terribly amused. ))
The sound that came out of Wyatt's mouth was far higher than he wanted it to be. He ended up biting his own tongue to prevent himself from any other unsightly yipping sounds as he readied himself for the worst. Considering whoever this was refereed to him as puppy it probably would have been better to be on his toes.
The colors, however, seemed to hint that the girl in front of him was a Selkie. But she didn't seem to have any proper markings. A small chill went up his spine. Nope. She was just a mix. She was just a creepy mix who popped out of an alleyway with heavens only knew what intent. He didn't like this at all.
"Puppy is a little rude don't you think? You're more of a pup than I..." He righted his posture and tried to look a little less like he had been smacked in a face with a book. Honestly with his mane disheveled and his curly tail trying to tuck itself between his legs he just looked like an idiot. Maybe he could try to salvage this? Probably not.
"Do you have business with me young lady?"
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Post by Bee on Jun 30, 2011 0:13:20 GMT -5
Milena's heart swelled with blackened joy as she absorbed the sounds of his alarm, the sweet posture of his fright. Even if she did nothing else with her day, she would consider it a Success, just because of this. She was so sad Beast wasn't here. He did so love a good scare.
"Milena is not a pup," she said, head cocking in a quizzical little tilt. She did not cease making eye contact, because she was a very sneaky girl but she was also forthright. It was called being paradoxical and she actually was not very good about it, but she tried. "Milena is a master."
Business, he said. She did not know anything about business. In the grand scheme of things her business with him was already concluded. But she supposed he might be worth keeping around, since he was such a good fright-muffin, and she had nothing else to do with her day. She could always sit around and stare at Dad until he left the house, but this sounded much more fresh. "You are a puppy and now you are Milena's puppy. She will be good to you. She is benevolent."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 30, 2011 0:35:19 GMT -5
So her name was Milena and she... was speaking in the third person. If she wasn't creepy enough to begin with she had that to top the cake. The pug mix blew a bit of mane out of his face as he listened to the girl speak. Master? Master of what?
And wait a second, what? This girl must have been a little unhinged, there was no other reasonable explanation for it. All right, he could handle this. He worked with crazy people, how hard could it be to talk one down on the street at random.
His tail was still determined to try to hide between his legs even if it was too short. Why was he so terrified? She was just a ranting stranger. "Well, this puppy needs to go the grocery store. If you would like to accompany me, I would greatly appreciate that. My name is Wyatt, just so you know."
With a slight tip of his head he edged away with the intent of accomplishing his errands. One eye was kept on Milena, he couldn't be too careful.
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Post by Bee on Jun 30, 2011 1:17:04 GMT -5
Milena shadowed his wee footsteps deftly, her stare turning evaluative. A grocery store sounded terribly prosaic, but he was hers now and she needed to make sure he was fed. It would be irresponsible of her to let him go alone, especially since he was such a sad little puppy, so full of terror. Wyatt, he had called himself. Mr. Wyatt. It was a good name. She would let him keep it.
"Milena will protect you on your errand," she said decisively. "She keeps all of her things safe. From now on only Milena will scare Mr. Wyatt."
She looked him up and down. He had a good Selkie pelt, all those light blue ripples. It would look good on Beast, she thought. There were so few Selkies around now, surely it would make her Beast extra handsome. Milena had not been born with those ripples. Unnatural, her dad said once, when he thought she could not hear, but of course Milena could hear. Milena heard all things.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 30, 2011 19:53:47 GMT -5
The look of distress hung on Wyatt's face as he struggled to process what was really happening. This young lady seemed to be truly determined to have things her way, if he liked it or not. In all of his short years of living he had never run into anything like this and wasn't particularly sure how to assess the situation. He stopped twitching with paranoia at least.
At least she wasn't a Yarrow. Though she could be part Yarrow, that could have explained why he was feeling so uneasy and perhaps why she was so bizarre. Then again, he was in the city. Bizarre seemed to be an every day happening. He missed home.
"Okay Miss Milena... have it your way," he said with a slight sigh as he decided to focus on his task of getting to the grocery store. It was far more difficult to focus than he would have hoped, as he trotted towards the store that was in sight.
Maybe he should try to engage the girl in conversation. She wasn't going to go away anytime soon. Speaking to her might make his quell some of his fears. Most likely not... Suits. "Soooo," he said as he pushed the door open to the store, "Do you often randomly pick up Cards to protect on your daily travels?"
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Post by Bee on Jun 30, 2011 21:25:04 GMT -5
Milena followed him into the store and decided that she liked it after all. There were a lot of things to hide behind in here, she did not know how she could have forgotten about it. The produce section was especially good for that, all those individual stands. She could stalk someone in circles for a very long time.
She sent Mr. Wyatt an oblique look.
"When things are left unattended," she explained to him, in the manner of a loving parent instructing a particularly slow child, "they become Milena's. She has many things and now Mr. Wyatt is one of them. Milena will take care of the fright-puppy until it is time for him to serve his purpose. She will make sure that Mr. Wyatt makes good decisions."
She plucked a box of cereal off the shelf. "This is bad sugar and it will make Mr. Wyatt fat. You need to develop muscle instead."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jun 30, 2011 21:55:44 GMT -5
Perhaps he would move back to the lakes and be a hermit. Living in a cursed realm might be better than dealing with exceptionally strange people. Truly the city brought out the insanity in everyone. Perhaps that was why his workplace was filled to the brim with patients. Not a single person was like this though.
The look on his face was one of confusion and surprise as the girl continued to speak. Milena was the collector of the lost things and what-have-yous. Though her definition of objects included people, and she seemed to have a purpose for him. With a wrinkled nose Wyatt continued to stare at the girl in mild terror.
"I see. And yes, I know that's quite bad for me," It was impossible to forget his late mother's lectures on staying thin and fit, even if he was naturally pudgy. Wait. Milk. That's what he needed! He padded over to the ice boxes, knowing full well that his stalker would follow, and fished out a nice fresh bottle of milk.
As fresh as it could get in the city.
With the bottle carefully held in his mouth he made his way to the counter. Considering the situation he wasn't going to think about carrying eggs. The bottle was fragile enough, and suits only knew when Milena would do something "spontaneous" to make him drop it.
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Post by Bee on Jun 30, 2011 22:29:13 GMT -5
"Milk makes you strong," said Milena, approvingly. How strange it was that he was only purchasing one item. This was not a very fruitful shopping excursion at all. This she did not approve of. It was very wasteful of energy that could best be conserved for better things. "Also delicious."
She followed him to the counter, walking so close to him that he might trip if he tilted a little in her direction. A couple of the other store goers were watching them and Milena gave them her best smile. They turned away as though her teeth had somehow slapped them in the face. Then she gave her best smile to Wyatt.
"You will come home with Milena," she said. If Beast were lurking around the house it would be a lucky day for the both of them. If not, she could keep her puppy in reserve, for her own purposes. "She has many chairs to eat upon and a comfortable place for you to sleep."
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