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Post by Ravina Diablo on Nov 5, 2010 16:56:36 GMT -5
It was a clear night, she was out after leaving her studio, just going for a night stroll. It wasn't too late, and the cool air against her heated skin felt so good. Her last class had been very fast paced and rigorous hip-hop, her advanced class, and they always had fun with it. She was very relaxed in just her hip-hugging pants and cropped tank over a spandex long-sleeved top, even doing a few moves down the street as she headed towards the park. It would have been easy to go straight home, but she needed the distraction, not caring she left her coat at the studio, only that it wouldn't be long until she made it home anyway.
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Post by Henry Bloodwrath on Nov 12, 2010 13:36:24 GMT -5
Henry strode through the park a bit self-consciously. Even though it was nighttime, he still wore blackened sunglasses, along with faded blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt, leaving his bright red hair uncovered. The jeans were a bit loose around the waist, since he couldn't find a pair that was both thin in waist and long in leg.
He had been searching through more of the mortal realm nowadays, his previous wrath with the human mortals fading to a dull passive anger. Grumbling about the mortals and their waste products, Henry stopped every now and then to pick up an offensive piece of litter and place it in the nearest trashcan. Hearing someone coming, he started cleaning up the rest of the nearby garbage, not really desiring to have contact with someone who would most likely be a mortal.
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Post by Ravina Diablo on Dec 31, 2010 15:41:33 GMT -5
As she danced along the path, she noticed someone picking up the litter on the ground from others who didn't care about the earth on which they lived. They seemed rather busy, so all she did was give them a smile and a nod if they were to notice and kept on her merry little way. She changed it up to a slight forward salsa, feeling a bit playful.
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Post by Henry Bloodwrath on Jan 2, 2011 9:32:33 GMT -5
For all his focus on picking up litter, Henry was still paying attention to the passerby. Hmm...a woman, and she smiled... he thought. Perhaps not all mortals are bad...but most of them still are. Crumpling an aluminum can, he contemplated on what would he have done if it had been a contemptuous male who derided his efforts or purposefully littered some more in front of him. Shrugging, Henry tossed the crumpled and slightly melted can in the bin, then finished cleaning up. Then, he headed home.
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