A Fallen Coin (Sciurindae and polaroids)
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				Title: <strong>A Fallen Coin (Sciurindae and polaroids)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>09-02-2009, 08:40:28</strong>
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				Drystan was in a hurry that day, he was going to be late to the bus and therefor late to class.&nbsp; Distracted, he did not see the man until it was too late and they collided.&nbsp; Books, Drystan's glasses, and several coins went flying.&nbsp; Apologizing to the man he hurried to help pick up everything. Upon touching one of the coins a prickling jolt shot up his arm and he had the sudden, intangible impression that someone nearby was waking up from a nap and stretching.<br><br>Semi-conciously he slipped a large silver coin up his sleeve as he put on his glasses and hurried along his way, not noticing the glowing green eyes that glared at him from above the man's own.<br><br>On the bus he nearly slipped the large coin in to pay for the fare but found himself stopping as he stared at it and his hand.&nbsp; Hurrying to the back his hands shook nervously as he stared at the coin and the black sigil that seemed to have tattooed itself on his palm.&nbsp; &nbsp;He nearly jumped at the sensation of something whispering, almost inaudbily in his ear. He knew the sigil from somewhere, a smugged out version in one of the books he had bought in that supposed magick bookstore.&nbsp; The thought sent a chill through his soul and he began to try and drown out the whispering by humming, an act which drew a look or too.<br><br>He never did make it to class that day, he stopped off early to get some supplies and then head out.&nbsp; The whispering in his head had segued into harmonizing as he found himself huming “Sympathy for the Devil.”&nbsp; He jumped and nearly dropped the coin as a gentle voice whispered, “Drystan. . .” with a disapproving tone.&nbsp; Only to be cut off as he shoved the coin in the box and locked it before dropping it into the hole and then pouring two buckets of cement and smoothed it over. Almost running as he left, panting in fear. <br><br>***************************<br><br>Two weeks passed uneventfully, though it seemed that he wasn't the only one to join the anthropology class late as there was a new student today on the third class.&nbsp; She was rather cute, he blinked and actually blushed a bit as she looked up to see him looking at her.<br><br>As the class was dismissed he hurried down to the student union to get a sub, he felt like tuna today with chedder and tomato with spinich and some honey mustard.&nbsp; He settled down at a quiet table off in the corner with his soda, chips and sub and began to eat as he went over his notes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fallen Coin (Sciurindae and polaroids)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>polaroids</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 01:16:58</strong>
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				It had taken awhile.&nbsp; To settle on a form.<br><br>She'd spent her first few weeks sifting through thoughts and memories, some of them not as clean as she'd hoped for.&nbsp; Studying past reactions to specific physiques, she was finally able to settle on something she found to be appealing enough.&nbsp; Female.&nbsp; Not exactly the gender she would have preferred, seeing as the males appeared to be more dominant in this social structure, but it would do.<br><br>Though, having to keep quite was a difficult task, and occasionally she found herself slipping--not enough to cause suspicion within her new host, but it still caught his attention.&nbsp; Sitting still, staying quite... that was something she wasn't used too or enjoyed.&nbsp; But, seeing as she had to portray a character that appealed to his human, she'd have to suck it up and play the part.<br><br>And so the illusion of the pale, petite red-head came into play.&nbsp; <br><br>Eye contact was brief.<br><br>She didn't speak.<br><br>She didn't approach him.<br><br>God--this was just as boring as being locked up!<br><br>Gritting her teeth, she slumped further in her seat, occasionally stealing glances towards the boy as the professor droned on about things she didn't care much about.&nbsp; Drumming her fingertips impatiently against the table, she fidgeted and twisted in her seat, impatiently waiting for the clock's arms to strike that fateful number.&nbsp; When it felt like an eternity (and she'd experienced several), the professor finally dismissed them, and a flood of students stumbled towards the exit.&nbsp; Making sure not to lose him in the crowd (though, that was actually quite impossible, seeing as they were literally <em>attatched</em>) she followed suit, swinging her backpack over one shoulder.<br><br>Nobody else noticed her as she wound her way through the dining hall, stepping around other oblivious students casually, pretending to be scanning the tables for a vacant seat.&nbsp; Her feet eventually carried her towards the corner table, ceruleun eyes landing on the bent shape of the boy, eyebrows raising over thick, rectangluar framed glasses.&nbsp; "Everywhere else is full," she announced, before realizing that didn't sound as nice or nervous as she'd hoped.&nbsp; Clearing her throat, she continued.&nbsp; "Er, can I sit here?&nbsp; I don't know anyone else."&nbsp; &nbsp;Ha, she should have thrown in some kind of a pout.&nbsp; <em>Poor, pitiful me.&nbsp; Have mercy on my frail, human body!</em>&nbsp; It was difficult to suppress a snigger, but she managed.<br><br>Her attention temporarily diverted back to the rest of the hall, and a sudden pang of frustration coursed through her.&nbsp; Great, looked like the place was half empty. However, if he had taken that opportune moment to lift his head, all he would have seen were crowds of other students all but overflowing each table--and the reverberating voices was almost deafening.&nbsp; What he didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Fallen Coin (Sciurindae and polaroids)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sciurindae</strong> on <strong>10-02-2009, 03:45:17</strong>
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				As the being shifted through through his memories and thoughts without his awareness he tried to learn about it.&nbsp; Sadly there wasn't much about them beyond the name and reputation associated with each (purposely disfigured) sigil, and the most general of information.&nbsp; &nbsp; None of his study revealed that the being inhabiting the coin could leave behind a shadow or anything about that.<br><br>Blinking at the voice he looked up he had been lost in his reading and hadn't noticed how suddenly the hall had filled up.&nbsp; He stared at the girl from class for a moment as his cheeks flushed a bit, the last thing he had expected was for her to approach him.&nbsp; From his lips he&nbsp; uttered "You, you don't know me though?"&nbsp; without really thinking, his eyes widened as he realized what he said, "Sorry! Um, sure, yes you can sit here." He hurried to move his books out of the way to make room for her tray of food.
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