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Post by keely on Aug 19, 2011 19:06:33 GMT
 Keely walked into the zoo alone. She was really only there because she had read about all she could at the library today. Her eyes had become tired and her vision almost blurred. That was when she finally decided that she should get outside for a little bit. She really did spend too much time inside. She had become very pale and her hair a little darker without sun beaming on it. It was a pretty day out, and she thought she could take advantage of it since her eyes weren’t going to let her read anymore.
She didn’t really know which animals she wanted to see first, so she figured she could just work her way around in a circle. The first animals she saw were the African animals. The zebras, lions, and even some cheetahs. They were pretty, all of them, but they weren’t doing anything interesting at the moment. She still watched them, waiting to see if something was going to happen. When the cheetahs still just layed on the ground and played a little with each other, she began her journey onto other animals.
The Arctic animals were there. She went into the building where the penguins were and couldn’t help a smile spread across her face. They were all just absolutely adorable. She watched from the window as some jumped into the water and sped to the other side. Some followed him, and some were just swimming in circles. A few decided to slide down the small glacier into the water on their stomachs. Even a little fluff ball of a baby tried it. Penguins were one of her favorite animals to watch because they were always doing something cute and entertaining.
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Post by armand on Aug 19, 2011 21:33:59 GMT
 Though I may be going down...I'm taking flame over burning out.It wasn’t often that Armand ventured out of his small, one bedroom apartment during the hours of daytime. When the bright sun lingered over the horizon he was already buried beneath layers of thick sheets and pleasant dreams, far away from sight of clouds, tweeting song birds and the bright arches of navy sky outside. He would be safe and sound, and content. Away from all that was, and always had been, the city’s day.
But today was one of those rarities that Armand would have missed, had he not taken a second glance out of his dusty window panes that morning: thick, rolling puffs of grey had sheathed the sun in all of its sweltering rays of blinding light. There was not even a patch of blue showing through the thick slab of unending clouds. And not an aviated creature had taken to the sky. Not a bird, not a fly. These were the rare kind of days that Armand looked forward to; there was no sun to uproot foul memories, and there were no birds to be envious of. There was only an open, inviting sky with streaks of grey – and he was not fool enough to sleep it through.
And so it was that he left his home during the daylight for the first time in years, his nerves smoldering, but his heart fluttering and skittering with effervescence. The streets looked so different during the day. And the people, oh the people. The vast majority of the passersby still shrank back with fear or disgust as soon as their sights set upon Armand’s dark shadowed and lined eyes, and his ebony, chained button-down shirt. He pretended not to take notice and only (can you believe it?) grinned at them. He was too exhilarated by his freedom to care. Too enthralled by the way the streets were peopled so heavily and how the shops were all open to him, and the way that the cars on the road laid on their horns. In his elation, he laughed joyously and made his way to his destination, a slight skip to his step. Never mind that it was dangerous to skip in eight-inch platform shoes.
Armand had finally done it. After years of dreaming, he’d made his way out into the day. And what a day it had been so far. First, to the Steaming Beans, where he had his first taste of restaurant-made, caramel macchiato and sticky, gooey cinnamon melt in twelve years. Satisfied with his meal, he’d explored the shops of the City Centre, one by one. In the multiplex, he’d played his change away at the arcade. How ridiculous it had looked when he accepted a challenge for a game of Dance Dance Revolution from a small girl, and how confused the crowd of concerned parents had been once he’d let her triumph over him – three times.
When he became bored with the multiplex, he moved on to explore a bit more. And what should he find but Morgan’s Zoo… the same zoo he’d taken Calli, his younger sister by ten years, a very, very long time ago. There was a painful twinge in his heart as he thought of her, remembered how young she had been when they’d last walked past the gates. Their mother had been with a man, he recalled, and Calli was unusually distraught by her absence. In a desperate attempt to bring up her spirits, he’d dragged her here. Together, they’d stared at the penguins for hours. She marveled at their tiny little flitters and suited coloration, her nose pressed flat against the glass, hands, too. Then, Armand had been terrified that she’d go plummeting in. Now, he only wished she was here to drag him inside. He only hesitated for a moment before he stole inside, slipping past the gates when the guards’ nose had buried behind an issue of Hustler magazine. And immediately, he was hurrying toward the penguins’ enclosure. Why, he didn’t know.
It was incomprehensible how time hadn’t seemed to have gone on in this place. The room meant for viewing the penguins was just as his memory recounted, dark and chilly with the bite of the frothy, artic waters on the other side of the giant panel of glass and brimming with eager children, rows of neglected benches left empty behind them. Armand hung back, his own amber eyes following a particularly fat penguin as it dove into the water. He evinced nothing as he finally drew closer to the glass, shouldering past a girl with blond hair and muttering a half-hearted apology. His expression was as passive as ever. And his good humor had vanished like an apparition that had never meant to linger around in the first place. He would never understand why anyone would like these creatures. Such stupid, bulbous things, he thought as one puffy, ruffled feathered baby tried to follow his mother into the water. His nose wrinkled in distaste as it only slipped and fell on the ice. Stupid indeed.
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tag!: Swarleh
note: ... xD; Of course, the blond was her. I'm sure you're aware. /shot
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Post by keely on Aug 21, 2011 0:11:30 GMT
Keely watched the graceful birds swimming under the icy waters. A woman walked into the miniature Antarctica with two metal buckets, one in each hand, and she watched as all of the penguins gathered around her excitedly. Keely bit her lip and got closer to the glass. She couldn’t help a small smile on her face. Someone passed her and brushed her shoulder. She bit her lip hard accidentally and she could taste a little blood. She hoped that it wasn’t too much. She hardly noticed it, but she could still taste it in her mouth.
Keely turned again to leave the small building. She still watched the dozens of penguins as she walked along the window. When she finally turned her head, she had already walked into a man. She jumped and began to cower away instantly. “Um, I-I…” she started. She walked backwards a few steps and stopped. She looked at the ground and began to walk away without saying a word.
Keely was never the type of person to talk to random people or people in general. She was shy and cowardly and absolutely couldn’t help it. But being a faerie, she fed off of other people’s personalities. The stronger the personality, the more she fed off of it. If she was around someone like her, she would really hardly notice them. But she could always feel a sense of content when she was around someone confident. Her friend Anthony was one of those types of people. He was confident and set in his ways. He was always easy to be around. Even though she never had much to say, he was always good at keeping up conversation. He was also a very nice person, which made her like him even more.
Keely walked around to the animals that were from Asia. There were pandas, tigers, rhinos, and even a Komodo Dragon, which scared her a little. She watched the tiger with intense eyes. It was one of the most beautiful gorgeous animals she had ever seen. She wondered sometimes if they liked to be in the zoo. What if they wanted to be free and in the wild instead of caged up and trapped for people to gaze at and ogle over. Keely bit her lip again and crossed her arms studying the tiger’s movements. One looked right at her and she blinked. She was definitely intimidated by his strong shoulders and intense eyes staring right though her. She could probably learn from this massive animal about courage or confidence. It was an animal of beauty, and it was hard to look away.
ooc: she isn't the kind to do conversation, so it could possibly be awkward for a while, but she'll probs feed off of his personality and it'll get better XD |
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