[Evolved] Origin Stories
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				Title: <strong>[Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>03-06-2016, 20:15:47</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 30pt;" class="bbc_size">Origin Stories</span></span></div><hr><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">This thread is dedicated to the histories of the characters. Here players can write out scenes from a characters past - anything prior to current day. These scenes could take place anywhere in the world and at any point - so get out there and tell those stories about how it all got started.<br><br></span></span><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=8]https://placehold.it/150x200[/img][/floatleft][b]Name:[/b] <br>[b]City | Date | Time:[/b] <br>[b]Tagging | Mentioning:[/b] <br>[b]Content:[/b] <br>[hr]<br></code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 02:35:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.iceposter.com/thumbs/G336336_b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melody Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 6:52pm CST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Harmony<br><strong>Content:</strong> Murder!<br><hr>“He...” Melody's voice cracked into the cellphone receiver. Words, let alone coherent thought, were totally beyond her. She stared down at the floor where the shattered casserole dish was – baked egg, potato and cheese littered the floor side by side the glass. Too shocked to look the extra three feet to the right at Mrs. Gardner's still body; blood, liquids unidentified, oozed from her natural orifices. So shaky that she couldn't properly hold onto the touch screen phone any more – it bounced off her shoulder and went plummeting towards the ground...<br><br><div align="center"><strong>* * * * *</strong></div><br>“Melody, dinner time!” Mr. Gardner called. Despite his age, the old military vet had a set of lungs on him even now. That's something you could expect from a retired drill sergeant though. He was careful with it though, it wasn't a talent – because in the real world, being able to strike the fear of god into people with your voice alone really was a talent – that he abused. When he wanted you to know it was serious, you knew. When he was just flexing those lungs and keeping them healthy, you knew. For a man that yelled for a living for thirty-some-odd years, he was actually pretty quiet most of the time. Very pleasant all in all.<br><br>Sixteen year old Melody looked up from the back yard bench beneath the big tree that she had been laying on. She'd been toying with her phone, texting with her best friend Claire, and watching dumb youtube videos. Thank god for unlimited data plans, which she was allowed to keep because she maintained stellar grades. The Gardners had been really good to her, as far as foster parents went, since she had gotten here. When she heard that she'd have a little brother – Jake, who was six years younger then her, and adopted – she hadn't been thrilled at all. It felt like a poor substitute for her sister who had once again been whisked off somewhere she couldn't get too. Pleasant surprise awaited her when she first got to the little suburban home though, as both the Gardner's and their boy were good to her. Still she was loathe to get up from her spot – only doing so because she knew that challenging Mr. Gardner was a mistake.<br><br>Off the bench into the house, just in time for Jake to dart past her like a little bat out of hell. Melody had already stuffed the phone in her pocket and reached out with seemingly lightning like reflexes to snatch little Jake up into her arms. The boy wriggled to get free and squealed as she carried him towards the kitchen. “No running in the house brat!” She teased while he flailed.<br><br>“Lemme go!” Jake protested. Only after they got into the kitchen did she oblige his request and set him down to continue his forward path of destruction to the family dinner table. Six forty-five was dinner time, family time. It was every night with almost no exceptions – Melody couldn't even recall the last time it had happened. <br><br>“Let me help,” She offered to Mrs. Gardner, entering and walking around where Mr. Gardner and the kid had already taken seat. The family was pretty old fashion in the sense that the girls did most of the house work, prepared dinner and the men got their stuff first. Melody did it because it was their way of things, never giving enough attention to it to question it. Melody went for the drinks while her would-be mom worked on the dinner itself. She was just pulling the casserole out of the oven – it smelled delightful, but so did most of the things that she cooked. Good enough the Melody had even spent a little bit of time learning from her, as a passive hobby. Mrs. Gardner did it as a living for a couple of decades, so she had tips to share with the up and coming woman to be.<br><br>Mrs. Gardner had just turned away from the stove, with the dinner dish in hand, headed for the table to set it down. Mr. Gardner was reaching across the table to grab an apple from the bowl in the center of the table. Jake had just put both utensils in his hand and pounded them on the table like some sort of monster child – like he became any time food was incoming, the boy could eat!<br><br>Melody's lips pursed together and out came the most lovely little sound. It was a part from a little tune that she had been working on, completely her own. The sound bounced around the room, a single note, dancing in her ears. It was a sound that was quickly replaced by a heavy thud.<br><br>Jake fell forward, his face crashing dead weight into his plate; his utensils dropped to the side, one fell from the table and rattled in what seemed slow motion against the ground. Melody could hear even chime, every distinct touch of metal to tile. <br><br>Mr. Gardner's head hit the table with a terrible crack, and he slipped from the chair. His whole body collapsed to the ground with a thud, and his movement pushed the extra chair out of the way – it screeched against the tile and sent a chilled shudder up Melody's spine.<br><br>Mrs. Gardner's body drop was almost – but only almost – drown out by the sound of the baking dish hitting the ground and shattering. So much noise all at once. The flesh cracking, splintering and then exploding into hundreds of little pieces; each of those hitting the ground and bouncing.<br><br>Melody's entire body wanted to freeze, but she couldn't help but turn around and look at what had happened. Truth be told she couldn't bring herself to look at any of them, only the food that now littered the kitchen floor – she didn't need to see to know exactly what had happened. She'd heard it. The squishing sound as her whistle penetrated each of the three here. The sound as their insides melted and their individual heartbeats stopped at almost exactly the same time. It hadn't been the same time though. Jake was first, she'd killed him because he was the closest. Then came Mr. Gardner, followed by his wife.<br><br>Trembling fingers reached for the phone in her pocket and tugged it to her ear; she clicked a number that she promised she'd only use in emergencies this time, so worst things didn't happen to them again. They promised if they didn't behave this time, they'd end up so far away there was no chance they'd ever find one another. So this time they had to be extra careful. Now seemed like an emergency though...<br><br><div align="center"><strong>* * * * *</strong></div><br>“...lp” Her little voice called distantly to the phone before it hit the ground with a loud, echoing thud. The phone clattered against the ground, slowly coming to a stand still upside down. For long moments there was only silence one Melody's side of the line.<br><br>That silence was shattered by a blood curdling shriek – so loud that the phone itself didn't survive. The windows blew out. The glasses in cupboards exploded. The picture frames throughout the house cracked and jumped from the walls.<br><br>And Melody fell to her knees, quivering in little more then a coma with her wide, lush green eyes glued to the food on the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 03:52:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.barnorama.com/wp-content/images/2013/02/Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics/03-Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Harmony Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Detroi, MI -&gt; Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 6:52pm CST - 8:07 CST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Melody<br><strong>Content:</strong> Murder!<br><hr>She felt <i>it</i> seize her long before that special picked and programmed ring tone sang it's way to her ears. A sudden feeling of <i>dread</i> weighed down so heavily upon her she felt as thought her limbs were made of lead. Her mouth went dry, her lips suddenly feeling parched as her heart began to drum so loudly in her ears it made her think of Jamunji. She knew this feeling, she'd experienceed it before but never <i>so intensely</i> that the shadow of foreboding tangibly cast itself over her. <br><br>The lights in the room dimmed and flickered as panic began to surge through her. She hopped from her the top bunk in her shared room, dropping to the floor with an audible <i>thump</i> and a shuddery gasp. <i>No, no, no, no.</i> She fumbled to pull the cheap pay-as-you-go cellphone from one of the hidden pouches in her backpack and preemptively began dumping her school supplies out to shovel her clothes and savings into the bag instead, but before she could even enter the passcode to unlock the cheap as thing her sister's melodious tone quietly began to chime. <br><br>Shaky fingers drew the device to her ear, dark blues eyes already glazed with trepidation as she listened for the voice on the other end. "Mel...?" A voice that hadn’t been used for nearly a <i>year</i> quivered with apprehension. Then it happened.. The clipped plea, the dull clatter as the phone dropped from her sister’s fingers, and the thunderous screech that came to an abrupt halt as her own phone popped and crackled from the intensity of it before Harmony could drop like a hot potato. <br><br>There was no time to nurse the ringing in her ears. There was no time to wallow or even <i>think.</i> All she did was grab her bag and race out of the house, leaving the now busted cellphone behind. <br><br><div align="center">*****</div><br>It wouldn’t be until about an hour or so later that Harmony finally managed to pull up into the drive way in the beat-up old Ford Taurus she managed to <i>’borrow’</i> from her foster parents. She was lucky the damned thing had even made it this far, and as a matter of fact she’d barely managed to coast her way into the driveway before it stuttered and died. She didn’t even bother to remove the keys before she was kicking her way out the door and rushing up the walk way. <br><br>She’d been practically panicking the entire way over – terrified that someone noticed that car was missing, terrified that the police would catch her, terrified that the absolute <i>worst</i> had happened to her sister – and the view she came to as she made her way towards the front door wasn’t really helping. Not a single window was left intact, glass cracked and shattered beneath her feet as she carelessly jogged through the mess strewn around the home like a glittering halo. <i>What in the hell</i> had actually happened here?! She wanted to call out, she wanted cry out her sister’s name and yet something caught in her throat – a lump so large that it made the one she’d been choking on for the last year feel like child’s play. What if she didn’t answer back…? What if <i>no one</i> answered back..? What if… <i><b>No</b></i>, stop it Harm and <i>focus</i>.&nbsp; <br><br>She didn’t bother with the front door; she already had a feeling no one would answer if she knocked. So carefully she climbed her way in through one of the side windows, using the sleeves of her hoodie to protect her fingers from any stray pieces of class. <i>Thunk-clack,clack.</i> ”Mel?” She called out in a loud whisper, crouching low as she entered further into the home. She had no idea <i>why</i> she was acting like she was a robber sneaking in, but that feeling of dread hadn’t quite left her yet for a <i>reason</i>. <br><br>Then she rounded a corner and froze as the sight of the dining room struck her like a freight train – and forced the breath from her lungs just as painfully. ”O-oh god!” All color drained from her face and she felt an overwhelming wave of nausea slam over her. She heaved and gasped, turning her head away from the scene as she clutched over her mouth and tried <i>desperately</i> to keep her lunch from joining the already gruesome mess splattered across the room. Tears sprang to her eyes and she wheezes, snot dribbling past her nose along the length of her fingers as she searched the gory disaster for any sign of her sister. ”M-mel…” She couldn’t restrain the sob that escaped her as she finally spotted her twin and staggered towards her.<br><br>Slouched against a cabinet in the kitchen, there was Melody.. curled up, hugging her knees and staring out. Harmony dropped beside her, her trembling hands reacting slowly, hesitantly to capture her twin’s shoulders and pull her within the safety of her arms. ”A-are you okay? What h-happened?!” She stammered, her fingers tracing along her sister’s form tentatively – checking for wounds as she waited for some kind of answers.. Or <i>anything</i> at this point, really. Anything that made her forget whatever the hell it was that she just saw in the dining room behind her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 07:44:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.iceposter.com/thumbs/G336336_b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melody Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 8:09pm CST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Harmony<br><strong>Content:</strong> Murder!<br><hr>The sound of the car dying in the drive way should have been a sign to her that someone was coming. She should have done something – anything – the cover up what had happened here. But she didn't. She couldn't. She was paralyzed with the reality of what she had done. Desperately in her head she wanted to blame it on something – someone – else, but there was no escaping the deafening truth. That tune played like a broken record over and over in her head, each time it came to that bitter chorus of death. The hearts stopping. The bass dropping thud of bodies hitting the floor. There was no escaping the loop of her own brain.<br><br>She couldn't remember when she had moved, but she did. She'd shifted from her knees – probably once they ached so much that her body just moved on its own – and to her rear. The poor girl had scooted so that she could have her back to the cabinets, and tugged her knees to her chest. They were the perfect height to lay her chin on while she stared at the fallen food. In the whole time she hadn't moved her gaze wide enough to look at the family that she had killed. That she had... murdered. The thought made her sick, but she was too stunned to be pulled free by even such a volatile reaction. Maybe once she snapped to she could feel that urge.<br><br>That voice that called out in the distance was too distant, too removed, for her to take serious note of. At this point she wasn't sure she could trust anything she was hearing. She didn't move, she didn't respond. Not until she felt the touch, proof that Harmony was really there and this wasn't a twisted mind game she was playing with herself. It was the realization that she was here that changed her from that catatonic statue into a sobbing mess. Melody all but crawled into Harmony's arms, burying her face. Her breath was labored from sobs and how hard she was pressing her face into her elder sisters chest, just trying to get away from it all.<br><br>Truth be told the green-eyed blond wasn't sure how to answer either of those questions. Physically she was totally fine, she hadn't done anything to harm herself except explode her phone at her feet. She was far enough away from all the shattering glass that she'd been fine. Mentally though was something else entirely. How did she quantify the feelings of suddenly being a murderer? How did she even answer something as simple as what had happened? She wanted to speak, to say anything, something, to make Harm understand. But she couldn't – she wouldn't. The last time she'd opened her mouth this had all happened. What if it did it again? What if this time it was Harmony laying on the ground?<br><br>Her fingers clawed at her sisters clothing. She shook her head roughly from side to side. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 19:23:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5fYgOw5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Los Angeles, CA | July 22, 2017 | 11:13 pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Hrithik, Semi-open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Post-concert wind down<br><hr>It was yet <i>another</i> fantastic concert and once again the light show was exquisite. Dara was feeling quite proud of herself, her control over her abilities had grown significantly since she first began this job nearly 3 years ago and it was doing <i>wonders</i> for helping her harness her skills to a finer finesse. Now days she found herself marginally holding back on the full extent of what she could create with the particles of light resting within the concert hall – but one of <i>Womb Emergency’s</i> most enamoring aspects was that no two concerts were exactly alike, and Dara was a big part of that. The shows changed from act to act and her laser shows became more detailed and impressive every single day. Every time the crowd roared as one of her creations weaved across the stage or over their heads she felt a high unlike anything she’d ever experienced. To put it lightly she <i>loved</i> her job and she wouldn’t trade it for a million bucks. She was happy here, with her sister and the crew. <br><br>Even now - nearly an hour after the concert had come to its final song - she was still feeling that pleasant buzz of accomplishment. Most of the cleanup was done and all of her equipment had already been packed up. Most of the band was taking up some extra time after to meet with some of the fans that had backstage passes, while some even wandered out into the entry hall to give a few lucky people an autograph and a photo with them. Most, at least, Sam was already making her way back to the relaxing haven the shared changing room and lounge provided. The moment she spotted Dara a grin split her face. “Fuckin’ <i>amazing</i>!” She exclaimed as her arms came out at her side like she aimed to tackle Dara in a hug but the blond danced out of her attack zone with a snicker. <br><br>“You’re gonna have to hug me sometime, bitch!” The pink haired monstrosity that was currently Sam stuck her tongue out and blew a raspberry. ”I don’t gotta do <i>shit</i>, slut.” Dara shot back with one of her famous lopsided grins, dodging yet <i>another</i> hug attempt. The two women rolled their eyes as each other, chuckling.<br><br>“Your light shows just keep getting better and better.” Sam finally gave up with a compliment, her shoulders rolling as she tried to work out an ache that’d started to invade her upper back. “But don’t get to skilled, kay? Or we might have to pay you more.” Oh was that smirk on her face so very sly, one that Dara quickly mirrored. ”You barely pay me shit as it is, I’m sure a few more pennies won’t lighten your pockets <i>to much</i>, puissant.” Honestly, Sam was probably one of the closest people to her besides Shae. She had no doubt in her mind that one day she’d be getting that hug she kept bugging the fuck out of her for. <i>One day.</i> <br><br>“Being around my sexy ass should be payment enough.” Sam chuckled as she made her way to one of the beaten up couches and plopped across it like she owned the whole damn thing. She groaned as she allowed herself to sink into the worn out cushions. Dara shook her head and leaned against the wall just above her head, peering down at the guitarist. ”Where’s that bastard, anyways? You know, the one constantly connected to you by the dick whenever you’re in town.. What’s his name again?” Dara shown one of those famous shit-eating grins down at the woman and she was rewarded with amber gems glinting back up at her mischievously. “Hm… I know who you’re talking about, but—“ She glanced sidelong in a show of strained thought. “I just can’t remember his name. It’s been so long since he bothered to come around, I guess that’s what happens when you become a lame-ass <i>doctor</i>.” <br><br>Oh, they were perfectly aware that said man was listening in on their very conversation and that only seemed to egg them on further – the two snickering amongst themselves as they mutually slid him coy glances and fluttered their lashes at him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>04-06-2016, 21:56:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Another day, Another dollar<br><hr> <br>To say he was exhausted would have been a vast understatement. Today was supposed to be his much-deserved day off from work; however, one of his co-workers called him, practically wailing on the phone, and asked for him to pick up their shift. Seeing as it was a family emergency, he could not really bring himself to decline, especially when his plans for the day involved taking a few shoots around the downtown area and then spending the rest of his time in bed. It could wait, right? <br><br>One of his friendlier co-workers, Rebekah, immediately shook her head from side to side when he ambled through the main entry doors of the popular restaurant. Of no doubt, she was probably recalling their most recent conversation last night when Wyatt confessed to feeling overworked and unappreciated within his position. <br><br>He understood his position as a dishwasher was not crucial or overly complicated. Scrub, wash, and rinse. It was an endless cycle. They could fire him and find a replacement within a few hours. There was always someone looking for work, willing to fill recently vacated shoes. Anyone, even a child, could wash some dishes. It was not rocket science. However, not everyone would give a damn. Since he'd been hired, little over a year ago, he had never missed a day, even when his body advised him to remain in bed, and actually tried to help the waitresses met whatever stupid goal the manager outlined for the month. <br><br>If the morning started out like utter shit, with him being an idiot and accepting a shift, Wyatt learned he would be working the front end of the restaurant, meaning he would be forced to speak with strangers rather than clean up after them. The latter was not much better. People were wasteful swine, spilling syrup all over the place and allowing their kids to practically enact warfare with their food. Regardless of his discomfort with the role, his manager refused to listen to reason, not with people constantly pouring through the door to take advantage of 'All you can eat' pancakes. <br><br>It was a small wonder he did not smoke or even drink alcohol. Well, he tried, both actually, but could not bring himself to repeat the experience. Cigarettes smelled godawful, like rotting trash, and left him feeling queasy afterwards. Hard drinks were a little better until the morning time when he suffered from the mother of all hangovers. Either way, Wyatt ended up working a double shift because his boss pressured him into it when yet another person called off, promising he would see a raise or maybe even a few extra dollars on his check. He really could not say no. So he remained, more dead than alive on his feet. Luckily, the crowds started to wane after about 11 at night, with only a few stragglers coming through the door or sporadic groups of drunk&nbsp; or high college students. <br><br>Long intervals of nothing to do provided Wyatt with the opportunity to doze a little and then browse through the internet on his phone. He nearly dropped the complimentary mixture of various sodas when he logged onto Facebook to find an unwanted discovery. Apparently, the first person, the one with the family emergency, had lied to him. Instead of being at the hospital, they spent their day on the beach, soaking in the sunlight and spending time with their friends. <em>Should I message them?</em> He pondered to himself, finger hovering over the button, before he released a sigh and placed his phone on the nearby table. Calling them out about their bullshit would only make the situation worse and cause unnecessary drama. At least now he knew they could not be trusted. <br><br>Before he could stress himself out more about it, the bell above the entry door jingled softly, alerting him and everyone else to the fact that they had a customer. Wyatt swiveled around within the seat, where he had been for the past hour or so, and stared across the room to where the woman stood. All he could do was gulp hard as his dark brown eyes roamed across her intimidating face. Seeing as he was the only one on the floor at the moment, he stood from his seat, grabbing some menus, and then made his way over to her. <br><br>“Umm, welcome to, uh, I-hop.” <em>Don't stare. Don't piss her off. Don't stare.</em> “Would you like a table or a booth?” He glanced around her to the parking lot, trying to see if someone else would be joining her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 04:42:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Slightly south of Albany, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason<br><strong>Content:</strong> Guilt.</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>It'd been just over a year since she'd married Jason and took him the catalog of homes that they could pick from. It'd been freeing to meet him, to finally have another person beyond her father who would accept her oddities and abilities. No one else she'd ever met - and that was saying a lot - liked spending time alone with themselves as much as Elena did, and comfort was often found in having a Sister around when things were rough. But for the first time, she'd also found someone <em>else</em> that eased any stress or worry she may be experiencing. It was something she cherished, and she hadn't hesitated to share with him everything she could <em>do</em> just as soon as she had began to trust him. Honesty was important to her - to a degree - and so it'd always made sense to speak openly. <br><br>Things had been good, too. Keeping up with household stuff was a breeze, and money was a non-issue. It was also nice that Jason made sure the bills got paid on time, whereas Elena had not been quite as able to keep track of it. Gone were the piles of mail she found an absolute bore to read - and truly, to her, it seemed like everyone in the world was only worried but money. Everyone but her, and Jason. Even her father stressed out over imaginary shortages for no reason. Elena had seen the math and spoke candidly with him on more than one occasion; it was just a simple fact of how her father stayed as motivated as he was. She'd inherited that to a far less degree, and once she Evolved things changed drastically for her, as well.&nbsp; Normally, Elena would be cooking dinner at about this time, but instead she was still outside in the garden of their private home.<br><br>Elena hadn't wanted to live out in the middle of the woods - but she had demanded land, with room for animals and plenty of privacy to prevent anyone from seeing that there were multiple of her moving about her house. So just as the warm day was cooling off, the sun only available for an hour or so more, Elena tended to the herbs while one of her clones walked dutifully around the yard with earbuds in, each bundle of weeds ripped free from the Earth with soiled, tough gloves. She was dressed simply, with her hair up in a pigtail and nearly no makeup at all save lipstick. A skirt ran under her legs as she rested contently on her knees in the grass, the flower - print blouse so fine a material it was slightly sheer, revealing the camisole she wore beneath. Checking the silver watch upon her wrist, she let out the softest of sighs, the spade in her hand being stabbed into the nutrious soil for safe keeping.<br><br>Jason would be home soon, and though it'd taken her all day to come to terms with it, they had something to talk about. Elena, for as good as she was, also was unique, and with that attribute came some side effects. Some Elena hadn't even thought of before they'd gotten married, though now she felt absolutely foolish for not contemplating the impact of her <em>Sisters</em> on <em>things</em>. From the duplicate in the kitchen she was alerted to his arrival, and it quietly stopped doing the dishes. Slowly it closed the dishwasher, and retreated through the house into the back yard, where Elena herself absorbed them. Likewise, the one weeding rejoined her, as well. That left just Elena herself at the house, as she figured it should be.<br><br>Burdened by what felt like a year plus worth of guilt, she stood, stripping off her gardening gloves and draping them over the barbecue grill on her way past, the flats on her feet quiet atop the well cared floor of their deck, and with the backdoor all ready open, all that was left for her to do was step inside and slide it shut. Immediately goosebumps broke out over her skin as the a/c made itself apparent, and with a shiver she proceeded through the halls to the thermostat, where she turned the temperature up just a bit. After all, it would be night somewhat soon, and she figured it would cool down dramatically. It was there she toed out of her shoes, which left her in just mismatched Adventure Time socks, which had a hard time keeping good traction on the hardwood floors. But she was practiced, so there was no sliding without that being her intention.<br><br>Standing there for the briefest moment to prepare herself, she finally called out to him as her feet led her into the living room. "Hey honey," came her sweet voice, "Can I talk to you?" Now she was in front of the couch, her butt pressed up against the arm of it, so that all she had to do was stand on tip-toes to effectively sit. Despite her current feelings - truly, a cornucopia of <em>bleh</em> - she didn't show it much beyond not wearing her normal smile. She just looked calm, and perhaps a bit serious.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 05:51:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/6251386/783full-jeffrey-finn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Near Albant, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Elena<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uh-oh, spaghetti-o's. <br><hr> <br>Jason slipped through the front door and as usual shed the heavy leather trench coat that he wore. It didn't matter how warm the day was, if he wanted to go out in public he had to wear it – and it had to stay on, no matter what he was doing or where he was. While his evolution had come with no small amount of power and benefits, the wings that were forever attached to his back were a nuisance often. One of the benefits of having a home with land, away from others, was that he didn't have to wear such tiresome clothing all of the time. Not that he disliked his – extensive – collection of coats, but times it would have been nice to wear just a tank top. Clothing in general was a pain though, getting wings through arm holes was hardly practical and he'd ripped more then his fair share of shirts trying to maneuver the damn things through specially tailored openings. After about three months with Elena, he'd just started buying shirts in bulk at wholesale prices because it was cheaper to just have things on hand. Luckily Elena had plenty of extra help in getting them all outfitted for his unique needs. He'd have felt terribly leaving it to her if she didn't.<br><br>Today had already been a somewhat draining day. The meeting that he'd left for first thing in the morning was delayed at first and then ran late to follow up. All so that in the end he could not come to an agreement with the other party, so they had to set up a follow up meeting. Why? Some big shot from Vegas was in town to talk to him about creating them a unique lightning fixture for their new casino. It wasn't as though they needed the money from the work – but a big side check like this always helped ease Jason's mind from spending Elena's fathers money – or that he minded the work even. It was the simple fact that what they wanted wasn't possible. At least not in the time frame they wanted it done in. If he had help, maybe, a small team of apprentices who could work on it with him he could probably do it. He didn't have that team though, and while he could have hired them – probably – that took away from why he did it all in the first place. Of course they really wanted him to do it, so there was a whole lot of back and forth between them. All boiled down it meant that he had to do it again in two days – but he'd either have resolution then, or not take the job. <br><br>Whatever tension – and mild aggravation – was built up in him was gone almost the moment he walked through the door and heard Elena's voice calling to him. Truth be told he loved that woman, and she had been exactly what he needed in his life. A year ago she had whisked him away – quite the unexpected story, really – and brought him to New York under the pretense of sharing his talents with glass with a more populated area. Jason always suspected that it was because she didn't want to let him out of her sights, but that was fine by him because the feeling was reciprocated in full. She had given him things that he knew only vaguely because of his childhood – stories that he'd shared with her in full, once he had gotten comfortable around her. The fact that they were both Evolved, and had some many complimenting skills and actions made their marriage seem more like destiny then choice – not that Jason believed in such things.<br><br>A smile took to his face as he closed the distance from the coat hanger by the front door towards where she was standing in wait for him. Perhaps one of the best parts of married life was coming home to be greeted by her smiling face. And in any other situation, any other time, this would have thrilled him to no end. He'd have shared the frustrations of the day, and they would have relaxed after dinner. Her words though stopped that from happening.<br><br>Jason didn't need to be a expert on relationships to know that the phrase: honey, I need to talk to you, was not a good one. He'd watched enough American sitcoms to know that usually spelled disaster. So instead of rushing right too her and scooping her up, he tilted his head and slowed as he approached her. She didn't seem like anything was wrong which meant it couldn't be that serious... right?<br><br>“Mami,” He replied, shaking his head to and fro. That little smile still tugged at his lips, “Don't need permission to talk to me.” He lifted his nose to sniff into the air, unsuccessfully trying to gage tonight's dinner. He pivoted away from her, keeping his eyes locked but body moving away and made his way to his recliner – a far to expensive white leather thing with all the bangs and whistles. He flopped as ungracefully as ever into it, carefully squishing his wings between his body and the fine Italian leather. His feet crossed and kicked at heels until he had peeled both shoes off in front of himself.<br><br>Raising a hand he clapped hard against his thigh, patting his lap for Elena to join him in the chair. “Come,” He called for her, “Let's talk.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 05:55:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dnamagazine.com.au/media/0/9573/2/jasonchambers4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> South Boston / April 2010 / 01:45 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Content:</strong> Violence<br><hr>There was a particular smell to the basement of a gym that his uncle called a fighting arena. Booze, sweat, blood and that weird ink that cheap bookies used on cheap paper for their clients to keep up with their bets. It was crowded tonight, Ryan thought, chomping down on his mouthguard. The thing had been bought for him new for his first fight about three years ago, and he hadn't changed it since. He rebuffed his coach when the guy told him that he was being cheap. The thing had sentimental value, dammit, and he would be chewing on that thing until her could feel his own teeth coming out the other side.<br><br>His wrapped hands were up in a traditional boxer's stance, his feet moving from side to side as he watched his opponent enter the ring. Ring was a bit of an overstatement for a cage with no top and no padded ground, he supposed, but this was what got the people's blood pumping. The realism. The brutality of it. How utterly illegal the whole thing was. And his opponent was big too. Taller than Ryan by maybe half a foot and a weight class above him, at least. The guy was bald and had a hefty mustache, his dusky skin and tattoos showing his affiliation to the MS-13 branch in Boston. Probably muscle that wanted to get some money in on the side, although Ryan had been told that his gang had been putting some heavy money on him winning.<br><br>Which was why his uncle had cornered him in the locker to put a special emphasis on kicking this guy's ass, pronto. But jeez, why did he have to be that big?<br><br>The fights, in theory had three fifteen minute rounds, but they never lasted past the first round anyways. And it didn't look like it would this time either. His uncle would be making a killing if he bet on Ryan. Of course, Ryan had to win.<br><br>Details. He shadow-punched the air a few times, jabbing and hooking, dancing around in the way that boxers tended to. It got opponents distracted, thinking that he was an old fashion boxer, not taking into account all the dirty little tricks that he had picked up over the years, the kind that wouldn't be allowed in any kind of boxing ring. He gave the big man a wolfish grin through his guard and moved his closed fist back and forth from his mouth, with his tongue completing the gesture by matching the thrusting motion.<br><br>"You sure your knees can take what going to do tonight, big boy?"<br><br>"No teeth this time, puto."<br><br>As if on cue, the bell rang and the fight began. The two fighters closed quickly and Ryan ducked under a massive haymaker, powering a shot to the midsection himself before he came out from under the big man's arm. Five minutes of warming up before the fight, not to mention the muggy air in the basement made for a sheen of sweat to already touch his toned body as he swayed to avoid a back elbow from the big man, jumping back to avoid the inevitable backfist that followed it. Sticking his tongue out and dancing from foot to foot, he evaded a jab by ducking. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't avoid it. The big man used his jab as a cover for a power play, pushing Ryan back against the cage as he struggled to power punches int the short range. Ryan pushed upward, letting his right hand lock on the man's collarbone and hammered his elbow across his jaw, pushing him back a bit, allowing Ryan to slip out from the man's grasp, a big right hook to the nose left as a parting gift.<br><br>And the big man charged again. He was fast for a man his size, and Ryan found himself once again pinned under the man's weight against the cage. Hard fists started coming into his midsection, and he felt a rib crack under the bombardment, his whole body feeling the thunder of the huge man's fists. He tried to push back, using headbutts, stomping the guy's feet or fighting fire with fire, as it were, pushing the body shots but the big man, like a shark, smelled blood in the air. He had heard the rib crack and could hear Ryan's soft panting, avoiding the injured side and was trying to move in for the kill.<br><br>Finally, he managed to get free. A dirty move, a headbutt to the nose, but it worked, allowing him to jump free, padding towards the middle of the ring, eyeing the bigger man warily. True, he had the advantage of speed and agility, but it didn't help much once the room for maneuvering ran out. He doubted he could knock the guy out with a punch or two. He could barely daze the guy, and he just kept on coming, old tank-human hybrid that he was.<br><br>Being chased around the ring was no way to fight, though, he thought as he started to hear a few boos from the MS-13 bit of the crowd, and the rest were joining in. Most of his fights, he ended up being the aggressor. Then again, most fights didn't pair him off against the Hulk's smaller, angrier cousin.<br><br>"Where you goin', <em>ese</em>?" Big man shouted, ducking in and trying an uppercut. Ryan jumped back and felt his back touch the cage.<br><br>All of a sudden, he was all but blind. White lights were dancing around his vision as he stumbled away from where he guessed the big guy was. Something warm and sticky was pouring over his right eye as he kept on backing away. He felt another blinding pain hit him in the left cheek and he fell backwards. Instinct had him rolling backwards to regain his feet, and part of his eyesight, but he was still staggering. Gasping for breath,he tried to blink the blood away from his left eye, but he still couldn't see through it. <br><br>He pulled his right arm back to try and jab for distance, but, as luck would have it, that was injured too. Or so what felt like one of the worst cramps he had ever felt hitting his shoulder like a bullet indicated. He backed away again, ducking under what looked like a finishing hook. He felt the air from the punch touch his sweaty skin as he looked up, feeling himself touch the cage with his back once again. If he was cornered again, he was a punching bag. That was the everything of that. And there was not much that he could do to stop it now, with his left eye covered in blood and his right beginning to swell. The guy closed, and Ryan threw a last-ditch uppercut to try and push him back.<br><br>The cramp disappeared suddenly, and his right fist rocketed up like it was on speed all on its own. It impacted, that much he knew as the force of the punch threw him back against the cage again. His fuzzy sight showed no big Central American in near sight, and a loud thud indicated that he was alone on his feet in the ring. He dragged the absorptive material of his wraps across his left eye, clearing his vision for a few seconds. The big man was on the ground, out cold. Lights out.<br><br>What?<br><br>A few seconds passed before the big man came to again, turning onto his stomach, coughing blood and teeth to the ground. A couple guys rushed in to apply some basic first aid to the man, who looked about as dazed as a minute old calf. Not that he knew how dazed a minute old calf looked like. Why was the world spinning again?<br><br>He caught himself from face planting by taking a knee and leaning back against the cage, shaking his head to clear all the white spots in his vision. His hand was aching some bad, and he only realized it when the so-called ref of the fight stepped into the ring and pulled it up, yanking a gasp of pain from him. His hand was broken. That much was certain. How bad it was would wait on the 'Doc'.<br><br>Ryan resisted the urge to be sick right at the moment.<br><br><hr><br>The Doc, well, he used to be a doctor. He lost his license once he started selling prescriptions to clients to be able to pay off a debt that he had to the boys. Once he lost his license, Robert, Ryan's uncle, took up the guy's debt in exchange for the man's services as a doctor for his fights. Keeping the fighters alive was a good way of keeping the betters coming back. However, the man's skills could only get one so far without the proper equipment and medicine. And he lacked in both, improvising as best he could with what he had. He was in his late forties or early fifties, with grey hair that was going bald. He generally was seen with an unkempt beard at a half length, and tonight was no exception. He was dressed in a stained lab coat and what looked like a slack and shirt pairing from the 70s.<br><br>Which was why Ryan was sucking heartily at a bottle of shitty whiskey. There would be painkillers, he knew, but setting a bone without going to a hospital wasn't a fun experience. He had seen it done before. He had had it done to himself before. Once. Fuck. He sucked another long gulp from the bottle and put his broken hand down.<br><br>"Well, I did tell ye to knock the fucker on his arse," Robert said, entering the room, trying to hide the smile in a vain attempt at solemnity at his nephew's agony," Didn't expect you to do it so... thoroughly. You broke his jaw in three places."<br><br>"So he eats out of a straw for a couple months. He'll survive," Ryan was really not feeling empathetic towards the man that had all but gone over his face with a meat grinder.<br><br>"Enough 'bout that fucker. What's up with me lad here?" The question was direction towards the good Doctor, who looked like he had been sharing in the same whiskey that Ryan was indulging in.<br><br>"Two metacarpal bones broken in the right hand. Broken rib and a cut over the left eye and right cheekbone," The man wasn't the wordiest of sorts. He knew his business, though, working at a trauma unit for a couple of years.<br><br>"Get on it then. And stop this damned bleeding. Private'll be goin' blind."<br><br>The Doc shot Robert a murderous glare before pushing himself out of his chair and grabbing what few tools that he had. Ryan blanched visibly and took another long sip from the bottle. It was going to be a long night.<br><br><hr><br>He rubbed his hand ruefully. It had been eight years since that gruesome night, and he still wondered at the super knockout punch that had leveled the Panamanian giant. It had been an uppercut, the weakest of punches, useful in only the fact that it was meant for surprise. The man's jaw had been clenched and he was going in for the kill and then knocked flat on his back. With one punch. One punch that had broken his jaw bone in two places and dislocated just for good measure. He had been eating out of straws for six months, which had been about how long it took for Ryan's hand to recover. And that cramp tended return just whenever he needed a good punch, headbutt or kick. Hell, he had felt it returning when he needed some proper jumping done too. He was getting the hang of it, letting that feeling of pain return to his body and then releasing it just at the right moment.<br><br>Practicing it was killer though. More than two or three tries at a time left the muscles involved aching like he had just tried to lift fifty pounds more than he was able. He had hurt himself a few more times, but never to the extent that that first time. Using it was starting to become natural, almost easy. No, not quite easy. It required a good deal of effort to pull off. But, like a complex maneuver, once you got the hang of it, it just came back to you, no matter how hard. And it had taken a while, but he had the hang of it. It felt like cheating, to be able to summon up a cruncher like that whenever he needed it. It was low. It was dirty. It was nasty.<br><br>It was just his style, he thought with a grin, pulling his riding gloves off, seeing a black SUV coming up to the underground parking lot where he had parked his Harley. It had come cheap, bought used and he took it to his brother's shop to work on remodeling. It had taken maybe two years to get it to the perfection that he loved it at, but it was worth it. Matte black and comfortable for long drives, a good torque and picked up from the ground a bit with a customized suspension to keep the pipes off the ground. It was minimalist, and the engine was tuned up to stave away the power problems that plagued the original model. She was his, and he loved her.<br><br>He called her Jade.<br><br>His novelty half helmet matched the bike's color, hanging from one of the handlebars, and his glasses were tucked in the black leather coat that his dad used to wear. Specially made from his time in the IRA, it fit neatly with the in-sewn gun holster and knife sheath. He kept both filled whenever he wore the thing, and today was no exception. He was wearing a black shirt underneath, a pair of jeans and boots. He modified his gloves himself, with steel knuckle guards. They helped with his grip. The fact that they also helped in a fist fight was only a happy coincidence, or so he always told the cops that felt like frisking him.<br><br>Robert had gone up int he world over the last 8 years. He still ran the fights, but they were across the country now, wherever he had friends, and he raked in the betting profits. The profits had been so big that he had started to invest in other illegal businesses, especially when it came to helping his old IRA contacts. He only wore suits now, and only drove around with an escort. America had agreed with him, and he was starting to put on some weight, which didn't quite complement his graying yet still full head of hair. He kept his beard nicely trimmed now too.<br><br>Ryan smiled as the man stepped out of the SUV, preceded by a couple of heavies that Ryan was pretty sure that he had fought against in the cage. He stood up from the bike and walked over.<br><br>"Hey there, Uncle Robert," Few men called him Bobby these days, and didn't live to regret it.<br><br>"Heya, Ryan my lad. Come here give your old uncle a hug."<br><br>The two men hugged with a great deal of back slapping before they stepped to an arm's length," How've you been these past weeks?" Asked the older man.<br><br>"Walkin' and talkin'," Ryan said with a smile, leaning pack and slipping his hands in his jacket pockets.<br><br>"Dropped by your father's gym yesterday. Looks like the recruiting's been picking up. Lots of new faces there."<br><br>"Not too many, I hope?"<br><br>"The more the merrier."<br><br>A short moment of silence passed before Robert reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an envelope," Here's a little something to thank you for taking care of that... witness problem that we had the other week."<br><br>Ryan took the envelope, his eyes narrowing. Robert's contacts had run into a little legal trouble involving a state witness under federal protection. Ryan had managed to convince the witness to leave town before any kind of trial dates could be set. "You were supposed to pay this to the club."<br><br>"Aye. I paid them their due. This is a little extra."<br><br>Ryan looked into the envelope quickly and raised an eyebrow," There's... maybe fifteen grand in here."<br><br>"Consider it... well, seed money."<br><br>"What's going on, Robert?"<br><br>"Some men in expensive SUVs and cheap suits came around asking for you. They didn't flash any badges, but I can smell me a federal a mile away."<br><br>Ryan scowled, tucking the envelope in his pocket," Sounds like someone has a very flappy jaw."<br><br>"Aye, and it's a maintenance issue that I plan to have corrected presently. Still, until the heat dies down around here, you might want to leave the state for a few months. They'll be looking for the witness and whatever, or whoever happened to her pretty desperately, if my contacts can be believed."<br><br>Ryan nodded. It made sense. With great risk and all that, but there was a time and a place to stand up to 'the man', and when it involved Feds, getting clear of Dodge was generally the right thing to do.<br><br>"Where do you want me to go?"<br><br>"I have a business partner in NYC. He needs some guns delivered to the charter in San Francisco. Not a lot, more like a peace offering sort of deal, to smooth over some bad blood. Since you've made the west coast run before, I thought you were just the man for the job. You'll be paid for the delivery in NYC. He'll have them ready and wrapped in a sleeping bag for you once you get there." The west coast run was the term used for a trip to the west coast using the less traveled roads that had little police traffic that couldn't be paid off. Hence the 'seed money'.<br><br>"When do I leave?"<br><br>"As soon as possible."<br><br>"Okay. I need to pack a bag. I'll leave in an hour."<br><br>"Excellent. I'll let your parents know where you've gone and why you've gone. Are ye carrying?"<br><br>"Of course."<br><br>"Is it clean?"<br><br>"Not since last week."<br><br>"Give it here then," Ryan pulled his glock from the custom holster and handed over to Robert, who in turn handed it to one of his heavies. Who in turn handed an identical weapon back to Robert," This one's clean. Don't use it if ya don't have to."<br><br>Ryan tucked the firearm into the holster and smiled at his uncle," You'd better have all this cleared up before Thanksgiving, or Ma's gonna have your liver for an entree."<br><br>For the first time in the meeting, Robert actually looked uncomfortable. He would face any gang on the east coast, the IRA, the blood Queen of England if he had to, but the thought of facing his sister had him paling. And Ryan didn't blame him. Ma could be downright scary when she had a mind to be, and she had almost as many contacts as Robert did himself.<br><br>"I'll handle yer ma," Robert grumbled," Ye take care of yerself, ye hear?"<br><br>Ryan put his helmet on and pulled his glasses from his pocket," You bet."<br><br>Old jokes were the best jokes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 07:22:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Slightly south of Albany, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Guilt.</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>And in he came, removing that wretched coat, revealing the wings that she so often idly stroked. Feeling so appreciative of his physical features in those fleeting moments as he casually came in only deepened her negative feelings of herself. It was an odd feeling, because it was all so complicated, but she was, at least, quite attentive even in the somewhat tense moments. He seemed unperturbed by her words or their implications, though she also knew she wasn't entirely expressing how awful she felt on the interior. She expected once she began to talk, though, the emotions would come and he would understand. <br><br>He called her <em>mami</em> and she couldn't resist the small smile tugging at her red lips, her eyes staying locked on him the entire time as he continued. Of <em>course</em> she didn't <em>need</em> permission, but it was obvious why she asked, she felt. She cared how his day was, and she knew it'd been a big day for him. How it had went and other details she cared about were washed to the wayside due to her own doing, but.. <br><br>Before her mind could drag her deeper into those thoughts, he was patting his lap and <em>sniffing.</em> Unfortunately, she'd not cooked today - perhaps another sign of things being a bit <em>off.</em> Hesitating only half a second, Elena lifted her self upright and approached gracefully, her body sliding into his lap. However, she didn't lay into him and particularly get comfortable. Instead, she wiggled slightly, sort of just settling in, and then brought her far smaller hands to grasp one of his own lightly, which she idly ran her fingers over in her lap. "Okay," she finally responded, her eyes running over her husband's hand, and up his arm, then shoulder and wings. She admired him, but it was also taking considerable mental fortitude to lock eyes with him now. But she did, of course. All the little details mattered, and though she was trepiditious, she also needed to be unburdened.<br><br>"Recently, something happened to me," she began softly, letting out a little sigh, "It was two weekends ago. You weren't home, and I was altering some of your clothes." It sounded so mundane, even in her adorable French Canadian accent, but she also knew this was right when it stopped being anything but that. "I was sitting at the sewing machine, and... I just blushed for no reason. Then I began to tingle, and my toes curled.." She trailed off, the top of her cheeks turning pink ever so slightly. Truly, she was embarrassed, "and I found my thighs involuntarily squeezing the stool so hard it hurt." She figured by now her husband knew what she was describing, "It was like I was having sex with someone, and as the feeling passed I was trembling and lightheaded." There was no longer even a small smile. Saying it was not easy. "I had to go change my underwear, and since then, this has happened quite a few times." <br><br>Elena felt like crying, but was doing her best to resist. "Every time it happens I feel like I am cheating on you, and sometimes I dream of it, too. Vivid, like... it's a brand new thing for one of my sisters." Biting her lip, she drew in a breath and sighed squeezing his hand. "I want to ask, if.. you may be okay, with our marriage being... open." <em>Now</em> she was full on blushing, her eyes no longer able to keep on his own. "I <em>could</em> stop her, I guess, but I feel guilty for considering that, too.." She did her best to gauge his reaction, because while she was prepared to explain <em>why</em> she wanted it, she didn't want to inundate him with excuses unless she had to do so.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 09:46:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong> On the Run, Not so Fun<br><hr><br>It was <em>stupid</em> cold outside. Almost as stupid as Silky felt for getting caught in it. Up till a few days ago, everything had been fine. About 2 months prior, she'd managed to hook up with an only slightly skeezy trucker who didn't have any qualms about taking advantage of a 16 year old Evolved runaway down in Arizona. It wasn't the best, but as her life went, it was one of the easier times she'd had in the past few years. She had food to eat, a place to sleep, and living on the road made it pretty easy to avoid catching the attention of Tac 6. <br><br>Yep, besides the lack of regular showering for her OR her low-rent sugardaddy, life was good. Of course, Mr. Trucker decided that their arrangement wasn't good enough for him. Three days ago, when they got to Minneapolis, Silky woke up handcuffed to the cot in the sleeper cab. Trucknuts was talking to someone on his cell in the front seat. She couldn't catch all of it, but it sounded like he was arranging a meeting with someone. He might have been setting up a gangbang with his friends, or maybe trying to sell her to some traffickers, or worst case, calling Tac 6. It didn't really matter. If it wasn't something bad, he wouldn't have tried to lock her up.<br><br>Of course, you don't live on the streets for two years without knowing how to get out of handcuffs. Silky was out in just a few seconds. Silky pulled up her tank top and spit a high voltage stun gun into her hand, just in time for dickless to finish his call. He, in turn, opened the door to the sleeper cab and stuck his head in just in time to get 35 million volts right to the neck. He lurched upwards, banging his head against the top of the little doorway, but Silky held the zapper right against his jugular, her face completely impassive. <br><br>She gave him several seconds of juice, enough that he might be dead. He definitely had a nasty burn on his neck when she finally let him flop to the floor. It didn't really matter though. If he hadn't been talking to Tac 6 before, he would definitely call them now. That needed to not happen.<br><br>Silky started collecting her few posessions. She also started looting the truck, and handcuffed BBQ's hands around a crossbar on the cot. It was a little crowded with all three of her at once, but it saved time. Silky carried a lot of her stuff 'inside' but she couldn't really get to that without being obvious, so she had a small bag as well. Plus there were some things she didn't want to get drool on...<br><br>It was only a few minutes before Silky hopped out of the truck, now dressed in a couple of heavy sweaters. It took even less time for her to put a homemade incendiary on top of the gas tank and light it up. It wasn't complicated. Literally a large tuna can filled with thermite, with a bundle of 4th of july sparklers sticking out the side as a fuse. She'd learned how to make them from a weird prepper guy she spent some time with near Waco. Turned out to be a serial killer. But what can you do right?<br><br>Mr. Bad Choices had parked a good way outside the city, on a side road concealed by some trees. So no one saw when Silky jogged off into the woods, or when the thermite melted through the steel of the gas tank and spilled burning diesel all over the road. By the time anyone even noticed the truck, it would already be a raging inferno.<br><br><hr><br>From there, Silky had headed north-west, trying to stay off the roads and away from people as much as possible. January in Minnesota was not the time to be hiking through the woods. It was friggin freezing. Lucky for her, Silky was pretty tough, and not just because of her time in the school of hard knocks. Even so, by the time she got to Monticello, she was shivering pretty badly. She ended up spending most of the cash she'd lifted from the truck for a crappy hotel room on the south end of town. The shower didn't work, but the guy at the front desk barely even looked at her when she checked in, so that was a win over all. The rest of the money bought a bus ticket to Fargo. <br><br>Of course, she didn't <em>go</em> to Fargo. Silky had bailed at the St Joseph station, then hiked into St Cloud. If Crispy-fried <em>had</em> called Tac 6 to try and turn her in, they would definitely be after her. She had to hope that they didn't have a good description of her, and that if they did, she could lose them while they tried to find her in Fargo.<br><br>It was a long ass walk into St Cloud, and Silky was not in good shape. She was filthy, she was exhausted, she hadn't eaten anything besides a candy bar for the past 36 hours, and it was shaping up to be a <em>really</em> cold night. At the rate it was going, she was gonna freeze to death if she tried to sleep on the street, but she only had a few dollars and change left. Not nearly enough for a hotel room, and shelters were too risky.<br><br>Silky trudged down the street considering her options, when a sign with the answer loomed on the horizon. A 24 hour I-hop. She didn't have enough money for a room, but she <em>did</em> have enough for a few cups of coffee. And this one looked pretty run down, which meant that the manager was either a total ass who would throw her out after a few hours, or wouldn't give a fuck about a homeless girl taking up a booth. It was pretty good odds really. Silky picked up the pace, wincing as her tired legs protested the effort.<br><br>The last trudge down the street was only a few hundred yards, but it seemed like miles. Silky gritted her teeth and powered through it. She stopped outside the restaurant and tried to wipe some of the dirt off of her face and hands. The less she looked like a homeless vagrant the better. There wasn't really much she could do about it though. She was a wreck.<br><br><em>"They're probably just gonna throw me out."</em> She thought to herself sadly. <em>"No help for it. Maybe if they do, I'll burn the place down or something. Don't have much to lose at this point."</em> Fiery revenge fantasies cheered her up a bit, and Silky pushed through the doors and into the warm, pancakey air of the International House of Pancakes.<br><br>It was so nice being out of the cold that Silky didn't notice the kinda dorky looking guy approach her until he spoke up. <br><br>"Oh, uhh... Booth. Yea, booth."&nbsp; Her revenge fantasies and discomfort had lent her a rather frightful mien, but it fell away to reveal her fatigue and uncertainty as soon as the man spoke.<br><br>Silky was quiet as he led her over to a booth, then sat down with an audible sigh of relief. "Can I get coffee with lots of creme and sugar?" She asked as she not-so-subtly placed her three dollars on the table. It was important to establish that she actually did have money. Her stomach growled loudly. "Uhh... Do you guys have any like..." Silky trailed off, blushing. Asking would give her away, but she was sure they could see through her weak facade, and she was <em>really</em> hungry. She cleared her throat. "Do you have like, any soup crackers or anything I could maybe get?" She looked away, worrying her lip and immediately regretting asking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>05-06-2016, 21:54:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/6251386/783full-jeffrey-finn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Near Albant, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Elena<br><strong>Content:</strong> Insecurity &amp; frustration<br><hr>Something about the way she got up in his lap let him know this was going to be every bit as bad as he imagined it being. It was hard to think of what might be going on that she would need to sit like she was, to need to talk like she was. The start of her story only further served to confuse the poor man, because nothing about what she was saying seemed like a bad thing – it wasn't as if after married life masturbation and desires died off. His certainly hadn't. The addition of that last bit of information though hit him much harder. Jason had always drawn a very distinct line in the sand between Elena and her 'sisters', she was her and they were her but always different. They were each their own in their own unique way. They of course shared things, and that was okay too, but they were all distinctly different. He'd honestly never even considered the reality that those other women would be out there doing... things with others. They were their own, but they were her. Her own trouble with this, her thoughts of cheating on him, seemed somewhat appropriate despite that line in the sand that he'd drawn. The thought of another touching her body... Jason's head shook to the sides, he didn't want to linger on the thought.<br><br>Perhaps because of the nature of his childhood Jason could never be bothered to be believe in things like religion and God. His parents were married and had been for well over a decade before he was born, and aside from the drug business they were pretty strong catholics. Even in the darkest times his parents managed to keep their marriage whole, and so whole he couldn't appreciate the institute that sanctioned their unison as a couple he did have some appreciation for the sanctity of that union. So this whole reality that was now being dropped into his lap was somewhat difficult to wrap his brain around. “O-open?” He questioned.<br><br>The concept was simple enough, it wasn't like he'd never heard of such a thing. He'd just never considered it for himself. His jaw squared up and tightened. He never moved his hands to her, instead to the arms of the chair where he gripped. There was frustration there, and he was unsure if it was justified or not. Through her sisters, he knew, that she experienced things that she wanted to and couldn't always make time for herself. Did that mean that he wasn't giving her what she needed? Was this some sort of backwards way of retreating over their vows? That thought was discontenting. <br><br>Logically Jason knew that this had very little to do with him, but emotionally it didn't feel that way. He didn't bother trying to catch her eyes with his anymore, instead looking elsewhere in the room while thoughts stormed his mind. “Did, did I do...?” He questioned, “Or not do?”<br><br>Jason knew that she didn't – directly – control the actions of her sisters. When she had made the choice to let some of them go, he'd supported her in that. There was some strangeness, but he had thought that he had thought it through very throughly. Clearly he'd been wrong. “Are you not,” He didn't really know how to phrase what he wanted to ask. Satisfied felt like the wrong word. “Elena, I,” He started again, only to pause again. He didn't consider himself a jealous man, but he really never had a reason to be. Friends were friends and he was secure in the knowledge that nothing was going to happen, that she wasn't going to betray what they were. This felt like a way to skirt those edges though. Another man in his bed... His hands tightened against the chair, the leather didn't like it. <br><br>“I don't understand where this is coming from.” He finally managed, turning his attention slowly back to her from elsewhere. “I mean, your story, about how it happened. I understand that but... They're not you. Why would you want this.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 02:34:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Slightly south of Albany, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Guilt.</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Jason had drawn a line in the sand between her and... her. Elena had not. She fully felt they were all nearly equal to one another, though as queen bee, she <em>knew</em> she had the ultimate say. Yet like any good mother, she was responsibly lenient, and when it came right down to it, Elena had spent so much time isolated that all she wanted to do her entire life was explore and absorb every culture she'd learned about in school. Somehow, her dream had come true, just not in a way she'd expected. Instead of having to do it herself, she both experienced things herself and through the others. There was no other option, either, unless she wanted to now make the other duplicates sacrifice the lives they'd built to come home. Even then, their memories, skills, and everything else would linger as her own, so she was never truly free of any of it. But it didn't stop her from vacationing to exotic places - like she had when she met Jason - or like she hoped to do again as soon as her husband was available to do so. But it did mean until she was a little better at blocking things out, there was <em>no</em> line in the sand. There was Elena, and then there was... the other five of them who were all just a little off of being personality-perfect with the original who'd taken up aliases to try and have something of their own.<br><br>She could never deny them that.<br><br>He repeated her wording, but she didn't repeat herself. She knew it was shock, not true misunderstanding, that fueled his question. Though totally unable to look into his eyes, she had managed to bring those orbs to rest on his face, which gave her <em>plenty</em> of information. But for how awful she felt before this - how disgustingly, truly guilty - nothing prepared her for the dagger to the heart that sunk in when he'd tried to ask if he <em>wasn't enough.</em> She may have even winced a little, lips parting slightly as if she were going to respond, but as he tried to continue to express himself, she decided to wait... especially once his hand withdrew from hers and gripped the chair until it creaked in submission. Finally, he got out something that she could respond to, a brief moment where she could try to explain as he deserved.<br><br>“I don't understand where this is coming from.” was what he finally managed, and when he'd looked back her eyes just kinda snapped to his and got stuck there, like a deer in the headlights. Save for the fact she was teary-eyed, and still oddly calm.. really though, had she ever been in hysterics? Or had she ever hesitated to speak her mind? The answer to both was no - save when her mother died. That was rough.“I mean, your story, about how it happened. I understand that but... They're not you. Why would you want this.”<br><br>Drawing in a breath, she found it stuck in her chest for just the briefest of moments, and then she found the ability to speak like she was so fond of doing, "I understand this is... odd," she began, "just like the others. You know they're all not <em>quite</em> me. Close, but.. not perfect.." she trailed off, resisting the urge to gnaw on her bottom lip. It'd ruin her lipstick, and probably stain her pearly whites. "But really, they <em>are</em> me. I am them. Even if they all came here, if it was just me, I'm always going to remember." A heavy sigh followed that admission, and so she just got on with it. No reason in prolonging this talk that finally had urged the tears from their wells and down her face. "At this point, I want us to be open because it will relieve me of my guilt," somehow, she felt lighter saying that, "and you know I've never been remotely jealous. It's not in me, so it's not like I would have anything to say if you ever wanted to..." she kind of trailed off, then changed subject. "You also know that you are more than <em>capable,</em> papi. With some of the newer stuff we've been doing, it may be the only times I don't feel much from any of the others." That made her smile just a little, even though the tears were slowly continuing. It was then she went back to the actual subject at hand, no further derailing allowed. "I don't know when - or if - I personally would ever want to be with anyone else, but... I'd watch you. So I just figured we could just..." She sort of shrugged. She truly had no set plans, no one in mind, and likely wouldn't for quite some time. At that point, her loss for words was apparent, so she just wiped her eyes, and looked at him. Waiting. Hoping he wouldn't evict her from his lap.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 04:25:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.barnorama.com/wp-content/images/2013/02/Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics/03-Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Harmony Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 8:07 CST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Melody<br><strong>Content:</strong> Gore!<br><hr>For a moment there the gears in Harmony's head ceased to function and all brain processes came to a stuttering halt. For a moment there time ceased to exist as she found herself trapped, drowning in the overwhelming terror, guilt, shame and pain that whipped about inside Melody like Jupiter's fiercest of hurricanes. For a moment there even the <i>pale ghost</i> of emotions Harmony felt feasting on her beloved sister's sanity, only due to sheer proximity, made her recoil from their mental link in a desperate attempt to cling to the shattered remnants of her own. <i>No</i>, she couldn't fall apart right now. She didn't have the luxury to lose herself - Not when they were surrounded by the decaying remains of what Harmony had to guess was previously Melody's foster family.<br><br>Harm sucked in a sharp breath and felt it catch in her throat as she found herself staring at her other half in stunned silence. She wasn't bothered by the fact that her shirt was becoming wet with hot sticky tears, nor that the gooey pulps around them were starting to smell worse than a busted septic tank. She didn't give a good gally <i>fuck</i> about the people that had died here today, nor the other lives their deaths might effect. All she cared about in that very moment was the fact that her little sister - even if only by a few minutes - was internally rending herself into shreds. The pain that <i>radiated</i> off of her was so palpable that for a moment there... Harmony could have sworn she'd felt it as her own. <br><br>"It's okay... I'm here now. I'm here..." She found herself half stammering out, half cooing without really thinking much on it. She fell so easily into her role as the elder sister that it was just second nature at this point – even while surrounded by so much horror. She didn't just allow Mel to cling to her, she <i>encouraged</i> it by tucking her own arms around her just as tightly, tugging her up into her lap and swathing her in what she could only hope felt like a bubble of unconditional love and protection. ”Just let it out, okay? Let it all out.” She kissed over the top of her head as her own tears began to moisten the crest of hair atop her sister’s head.<br><br>”Just breathe…” She murmured, gently rocking the both of them back and forth. The scene behind them slowly faded into darkness, black and nonexistent as a tiny orb of dim light encased the two of them – hiding them from the rest of the world. To Harmony nothing else in the world existed, at least. Nothing else was more important than the one sobbing against her chest that very second. If she could she would sweep the two of them away forever, keep them forever hidden away in a dimension of fantasy and beauty. If only she could possess that sort of power… Instead the most she could honestly do was black out their disturbing surroundings, and she <i>loathed</i> herself for it. <br><br>”Everything will be alright. You don’t have to say a thing…” Because a part of her already knew that whatever horrible thing happened here, it probably had something to do with Melody. Both of them were Evolved, and both of them knew it too. The extent of their manifestations however? Well, that was something still up for debate. Truthfully neither of them really understood what they were capable of themselves, so how could they even begin to understand each other? <br><br>They couldn’t stay here long. She already knew the risk was high just because they were there <i>now</i>. If anyone came here and saw <i>this</i>, then found out what they were? They’d probably get locked up so tight and fast they wouldn’t even be able to pass gas! ”Mel… We gotta get out of here.” She stated reluctantly as she peered over the top of her head, only allowing the light to reappear along the upper half of the kitchen as she searched for a set of car keys they could use for a temporary new set of wheels. There was no way in hell they were going to make it anywhere in the old jalopy she’d made it here on. They’d have to take one of the vehicles here, ditch it and then steal another or something.&nbsp; That was one good thing about living with a bunch of delinquents in Detroit – she knew how to hotwire a car. ”Where did they keep their car keys?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 18:55:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/6251386/783full-jeffrey-finn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Near Albant, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Elena<br><strong>Content:</strong> Frustration<br><hr>Insecurity didn't really suit him. Jason took a moment while she explained to think back at the last time he felt like he was insecure in what he was doing. Nothing came to mind. It just wasn't who he was; there were times he was less sure in his actions, but never did he feel like it was because he couldn't preform what he was doing. Sometimes it was lack of information, unclear instruction, but not his inability to deal. “Memories aren't the same as doing.” He murmured in contemplation. If what she was saying was true – which he certainly had no reason to believe that it wasn't – and was something that he had to accept as the way it was; then he had to acknowledge the fact that all this time she had been lying to him. If there was no line, there could truly be no line. She had gone behind him and taken others for herself before bringing this to attention and only the guilt of those choices were what was bringing her here to this state now.<br><br>That thought wrenched his heart in a not so pleasant way. His scars burned in a way that he'd forgotten they could, as she made these confessions. What he could not separate was if that pain was brought to the front because he hurt for what she was saying, or if he hurt for the condition he was in. He watched the run of tears drip from her eyes. Watching Elena cry was not something that he enjoyed, and even in all of this he felt deep down that was the bigger issue at play.<br><br>What were his other options? He doubted very much that there was a marriage counselor for situations like this. How would they even begin to explain what she was doing to someone else? Likewise a Google search wasn't going to bring them resolution. No, they needed an answer here between them. The stem of the problem though was that this offered very little to Jason – he'd been happy in the marriage since it had happened. There was always going to be moments of finding another person attractive, but feeling genuine desire? It hadn't come up. He didn't really want it to come up either. So while she was presenting him with the option, in reality it felt more like asking for his permission to sleep freely with others. His hands let up from the sides of the chair and turned up right, palms in the air.<br><br>“Don't cry.” He said, after a hefty pause. Jason's right hand came up, slowly, gently, to cup her cheek. His thumb brushed along the solid stream that her tears had formed and swiped them away. He still didn't have a good way to respond to this request, this suggestion. He just needed her tears to stop. <br><br>This was an emotional problem, but it took him only to that moment to realize that it couldn't be solved with an emotional answer. His thoughts trailed back to the sanctity of the marriage that he felt so strongly for, because while this was the argument against doing this, he had to believe that it was also the basis for acceptance, the acceptance that he needed.<br><br>“I believe in you,” He started, a familiar set of words, “the person you will grow to be and the couple we will be together.” His throat gulped heavily as he recalled and spoke the words, “With my whole heart, I take you as my wife, acknowledging and accepting your faults and strengths, as you do mine.” <br><br>Not that he had ever seen the sisters as a fault, but in this situation it seemed somewhat important.<br><br>“I promise to be faithful and supportive and to always make our family's love and happiness my priority. I will be yours in plenty and in want, in sickness and in health, in failure and in triumph. I will dream with you, celebrate with you and walk beside you through whatever our lives may bring. You are my person, my love and my life, today...” He trailed off, pausing only long enough to use his hand to lift her gaze to meet his, “And always.”<br><br>Vows that she had heard once before, on their day. Spoken from his heart rather then scripted before hand. Jason never fancied himself a poet, but those had truly echoed from the soul. “This isn't what we signed up for.” He followed them up, his brows contorting in a rough knit.<br><br>“But,” He followed up. “If this is what our life will bring to us, then... We will figure it out. Together, Elena. You can't feel guilty for being who you are, and who you are is someone I promised to accept... No matter what.” It wasn't an easy thing to do, and it was likely it would take him time to work through it, but he was confident that he would work through it, “And this is who you are. So if our marriage needs be open... Then,” He nodded, slowly, “So be it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 19:29:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.iceposter.com/thumbs/G336336_b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melody Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 8:09pm CST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Harmony<br><strong>Content:</strong> Murder!<br><hr>Encourage or not, Harm was going to get the brunt of it – though it certainly helped that she was willing. If not for any other reason it was the fact that Harmony would help, would understand and protect her, that Melody had reached out to her. In the end the only thing she really had was family, and that was fully represented by Harmony. So she curled into the embrace and sobbed. Her eyes went red with tears, her body trembled against her sisters, and no words came – she even made her sobs, only air rather then little whines. Terrified to speak, to even make the smallest of noises. Melody couldn't even contemplate what she'd do if something like this happened to Harmony.<br><br>For how long she sat there and sobbed she couldn't be sure, but she did know that Harm wouldn't be pushing to go if it wasn't important. Somewhere she had to find it in herself to help, to not be this wreck. Slowly she pushed herself away from Harm's body – she refused to tell her sister where they were, because she was still unwilling to speak. Her retreat from the other girl was brought to a freeze though when she turned her head and her eyes settled in on the woman that had been her foster mother. The quakes that rocked her body went from under control to a real threat that she might vibrate out of this plane of existence. Her heart throbbed in her chest like a bad storm, and her breathing was out of control as she took in too much.<br><br>Melody recoiled into Harm's chest and buried her face. It wasn't as much crying at this point as it was terror – of herself – that drove her to wanting to hide from the world. Like her life depended on it, Melody clung to Harmony. Her hands balled into fists so tight that her knuckles had on white, if Harm tried to move here, Melody was likely to shred the clothing right off of her as she tried to keep her sister in one spot. For long minutes she refused to acknowledge anything again, stricken by what she had seen. Still she couldn't bring herself to be sick over it, her bodies reactions overridden by the horror blanketing her mind.<br><br>Once more she got control of herself enough to slowly drag her head away from Harm's chest. She didn't turn the way she had before. Instead she didn't even try to get up. Melody got on all fours and kept her eyes locked to the ground, slowly she crawled – a pained four legged shuffle – out of the kitchen area and into the next room. It was easy enough to tell when she was in a safe spot, because there was very nice rug in the hall leading towards the living room. Once her hands touched it she knew that she could get up.<br><br>Pulling herself – with Harmony's help – to her feet, she sagged heavily against the wall. So badly she wanted to turn around and look, but she couldn't even fathom seeing little Jake like... That.<br><br>Instead she dragged herself forward into the living room. She went to one of the little side tables next to a recliner and pulled open the drawer on the front of it. Inside were three sets of keys. Harmony had just been learning how to drive, so she learned where everything was kept only recently. She didn't know which one was better, but she figured that the family car was better then Mr. Gardner's truck, and so she yanked out the little key chain with a rainbow sunflower on it. Mrs. Gardner's special touch.<br><br>From the living room they only had to walk to the opposite wall, not the front door, but the one that connected to the garage. Harmony spun the door handle and shoved it open into the dark room. As evident by the multiple key sets, two cars were in the garage. The first, right in front of them, a small pick up truck. It wasn't new, but it was sturdy – an old GM. Behind it, on the far side of the garage, was a little blue four door sedan. That was where Melody slowly started shuffling towards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 20:20:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/215f5c00-e5d3-4cb3-966e-883c0d3304bc_zpshuk31qlv.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 04:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, ?<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Taking a well-earned break<br><hr><br>They'd made a valiant effort to arrive before the southern heat really set in, and make it to the neighbouring town of Kruger National Park early, but true to South African tradition everything - or rather, everyone - had been considerably&nbsp; delayed. By the time the old Wrangler Jeep turned into one of the barely paved roads that led to the heart of Phalaborwa, the heat was beating down on the four occupants, two of which were sitting in the front with all windows down in the futile hope of catching a breeze, the other two in the open back, not faring much better. Or perhaps that was simply Julianne's perception of it; unlike the rest of the group, she was born and raised in good ol' rainy London, where summer temperatures barely surpassed the average December day in Cape Town. And though she'd been back for a good three weeks now (though 'back' was a relative thing; Julie's previous stay on the African continent had been in Kenya, and Kruger National Park was hardly around the corner), she still found herself craving that need for umbrellas and trenchcoats to keep warm. Instead, she much felt like she was overdressed in her sand-coloured cargo pants and cotton top, with a set of far too expensive shades offering some minor protection to the harsh sunlight. Not that she would trade her current home for the world - and the fact that she considered it just that, <em>home</em>, spoke volumes - and she was enjoying the country intensely with all its beauty, grandeur and amazing populace. And while she wasn't blind to the imperfections of the country, she loved it all the same.<br><br>They had left the rehabilitation centre that day to stock up on supplies, but just like they had arrived late, so did they find the supplier not quite ready to hand over the crates of fruit, vegetables and everything else Petronel had put on their shopping list. Which, in turn, meant an unexpected two hour break and a chance for Julianne to explore town a bit. Now, it wasn't the first time she'd headed into Lulekani, in fact, her three day introduction had taken place in the development centre for the surrounding townships of the only city bordering Kruger National Park and the inhabitants of the place were more than happy to get to know her. And the feeling was without a doubt mutual; within hours after her arrival Julie had been playing football with a leather, duct-taped excuse for a ball, but with three teams worth of exuberant children cheering and running around the dusty field. Today wasn't much different. <br><br>A white woman parading a township would be something strongly discouraged by any of the western tourist offices, but the truth was closer to the opposite; as long as you adhered to a few simple rules (Don't head out at night, don't jump into lonely alleys on your own and if you've got things worth stealing, be sure that no one sees them) it was like a warm bath of hospitality and openness that put the British population to shame. Even as Julie traversed the street she was greeted by merry cries of children who seemed to come pouring out from every hovel, every street and every shed nearby, swarming around the girl whilst shouting words she barely understood. Back in Kenya, Julie had made a valiant effort to master Swahili, but the northern Sotho dialect was something she was still wildly unfamiliar with. <br><br><em>"Dumelang! Dumelang!"</em> she greeted them, a grin from ear to ear appearing on her face. The brunette soon lost the freedom of her arms as she was dragged towards the school that had been built only recently.&nbsp; In their enthusiasm they tugged at her backpack, trying to open the zipper at the back. It wasn't too odd; the arrival of western tourists nowadays often went hand-in-hand with free toys, pencils or candy. And although Julianne had long since exhausted her supply of goodies she'd dragged along from Western Europe, she didn't come completely unprepared, and lollipops served as perfect bribery to regain a bit of personal space, although she remained a focal point of attention. Julie couldn't deny secretly -or openly- enjoying it, and she gladly followed her entourage, using a poor mix of English, Afrikaans and the few words of Sotho&nbsp; she'd managed to pick up throughout her stay. <br><br>It wasn't until they neared the building that she picked up on the fact that she wasn't the only foreigner in the area. Not that that was a completely unique occurrence, it was more that most of the people visiting from North America or Europe stuck to the National parks and the touristic cities. But no, this woman was sitting on the bench outside of, well, a restaurant would be a gross overstatement, but one of the few places that offered food around here. She was dressed not so much for the type of work Julie had dedicated her life to; the breezy skirt she wore&nbsp; added a touch of femininity that made the brunette feel strangely...shaggy.&nbsp; Julie did love the local cuisine - and no, the tourist places had nothing on authentic South African cooking - and the combined effort of location and, more prominently, the fair-haired woman sitting rather peacefully eating what was either late lunch or early dinner (and around here, it could easily be either) easily reeled her in. <br><br>Curiously, and with a notable lack of subtlety Julianne pointed towards the girl, looking to the kids around her. "Who is that then?" she both asked and gestured, eliciting an abundance&nbsp; of high-pitched voices crying "<em>Mma! Mma!"</em> as they, even far less subtly, gestured towards this stranger. <em>Mma</em>, though literally translated to 'Miss', was the way most children addressed a female figure of authority; a matron, a teacher perhaps. But although the inquisitive Julie would have gladly interrogated the children further, she simply did not grasp the language enough to do so. So it was with a rather clumsy 'Thank you' that she attempted to bid the local youth goodbye (and more or less succeeded) before pacing over to the little establishment, approaching without any hesitation. It was clear that the commotion had already drawn the attention of the woman, but she seemed to regard it with silent amusement, a pleasant, gentle sort of smile on her lips.<br><br>If there was one thing Jules was good at it was adapting to the local culture, which meant that plopping down on the bench opposite this girl without warning was hardly impolite; she was just being friendly! Julie cast the girl a somewhat cheeky grin as she undid her rucksack on the floor, making sure to hook her leg through one of the straps. <br><br>"Top of the morning," she said airily, casting the girl a half-smile. "I don't think I've seen you here before!" It was a somewhat nonsensical statement, but Julie gladly overlooked that error. Instead she leaned forward on her elbows, eyes drinking in the girl's appearance with uninhibited curiosity.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>A Person On A Computer</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 21:25:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a91/Redfoxmagi/B7GG_RmCMAAbBlC_zpskqkcli9h.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hrithik Patel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12375556#msg12375556)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Los Angeles, CA | July 22, 2017 | 11:13 pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710), Semi-open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Post-concert wind down<br><hr>The man in question was sitting on a small, cramped couch in the lounge next to them that had most definitely seen better days.&nbsp; Rumor had it that the couch had been just some weird thing that someone couldn't offload onto Craigslist, so they had left the hideous, multi-colored monstrosity in the alley next to the venue.&nbsp; Of course, the owner had loved the puke-colored piece of furniture and had shoved it unceremoniously into the room with no concern for what it did to the already cramped space of the room or how the colors went together.&nbsp; Though, it was quite obvious that the couch would have been a shit show no matter where it was--like a college girl who had a bottle of whipped cream vodka stashed in her handbag.&nbsp; Somewhere down the line, a band member had gotten the idea into their head that they should write stuff after every show onto the couch in felt marker, which subsequently became the tradition for every band after a show.&nbsp; Some metal bands had decided to take to it with a knife.&nbsp; Hence the current, black marker-covered appearance of the Frankenstein couch, stuffing leaking out of it at odd angles.&nbsp; Though, strangely enough, the thing was comfortable as hell.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps the contrast of the Indian man's clothing made him stand out even more against the couch.&nbsp; A deep crimson button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a pair of dark jeans with leather shoes was simply just different attire than was worn by the usual people that frequented the backstage for a band like <em>Womb Emergency.</em>&nbsp; He clashed horrendously with the couch even with the laminated backstage pass that was hanging on the lanyard around his neck.&nbsp; After all, with his clothing he would have gotten stopped at the entrance to the backstage without it emblazoned quite clearly for security to see.&nbsp; The crinkling sound of a page turning came to their ears as he turned a page in the wrinkled Indie band magazine that he was skimming through that happened to be on the coffee table when he had walked in.&nbsp; <br><br>"Tell me again how much doctors make while band members and light technicians bicker over pennies?" he asked with a mock genuine questioning tone as he looked up at the two of them with a quirked eyebrow before breaking into a wry smile.&nbsp; "Oh, that's right."&nbsp; <br><br>Tossing the magazine back on the table, he ran his left hand through his shoulder length locks of dark hair as some had gone rogue into his field of vision when he had been bent forward reading the magazine.&nbsp; "Thanks for the warm welcome, though.&nbsp; It's nice to know that there are always friendly faces with biting words when I decide to come and slum it with the peasants."&nbsp; Chuckling, he shook his head.&nbsp; It was a refreshing change of pace from his usual manners in the office to come back here to the biting wit and sarcasm he was used to from before he had decided to go to medical school.&nbsp; He had disconnected and reconnected with Sam and the other band members more times than he could remember, but it was always like Hrithik just walked back in from a college class or working on a new melody line whenever he walked back in.&nbsp; It was like nothing had changed and he had never been gone.&nbsp; Despite the fact that he had moved on to what his father would have called 'bigger and better things,' this was one of the only places where the young Indian man really felt at home.&nbsp; Now, the key to surviving the incoming onslaught of the double team of Dara and Sam was to <em>never</em> let those two know it.&nbsp; He'd never live it down.&nbsp; <br><br>"Now, where are the rest of the band and Shae?&nbsp; After all, I'd rather look at their pretty faces than the dogs over here."&nbsp; It was, of course, a reference to the coy looks and fluttering lashes they were giving him.&nbsp; Delivering the last line, he finally started laughing, obviously enjoying the banter.&nbsp; It was like he came back to life every time he walked in here.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 22:49:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Slightly south of Albany, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Guilt.</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>It was true. Insecurity didn't fit him, but she also understood. This was a sudden - and jarring - departure from her normally happy, supportive, and loving stance. She'd been ambigous in the past, and called those who'd went out on their own fully independent. They were, but she could <em>make</em> them come if she wanted, and it was that little caveat she had left out that had turned her explanations into lies. Not entirely on purpose, but she had left information out for <em>reasons</em>. It was one of those times she could've been clearer, but at the time had felt no need to do so. As for her crying, not a single tear was spent on trying to convince him how awful she felt - more, each one was a little piece of that guilt - laden sadness freeing itself the only other way it knew how. <br><br>He fell quiet a few moments, then, and though Elena had no way of being sure, her instincts said he was looking for other options. Ones that weren't <em>being open, divorced, or making his wife do things she didn't want to.</em> It made her feel guiltier because it was her who had backed him into a corner. And what if he agreed? What then? Was he agreeing because he could really be okay with it - or was he agreeing just because he felt bad that she was not just <em>evolved</em> but a fucking <em>monster?</em><br><br>Her thoughts were interrupted by his demand - “Don't cry.” - and the touch of his hand, no longer squeezing the arm's chair, touched her cheek. It took all she had to prevent her controlled crying from escalating to <em>bawling</em>, especially as he eventually came to verbatim repeat part of his vows, her head being lifted in the process, too. She looked far less composed, now, like each sincere word he'd spoke smashed against the brittle supports of her outer calm. She didn't know how to respond, and thankfully he wasn't done.<br><br>“This isn't what we signed up for," he continued as his brows knit, and Elena just stared into his face like it was the largest, prettiest moon she'd ever seen. Slowly she nodded, murmuring an "I know." In that moment, she knew everything was going to be okay. He affirmed it by going on more, but she was just doing her best to stop crying, now. To stop torturing him with wetness leaked through reddened eye holes. But now she wanted to cry for a different reason: happiness, because it meant that tonight when she sulked into bed, all that would remain would be the lingering guilt of having lied, and that the future would contain a lot less of a heavy heart for her. To spare him her tears, Elena just smiled and spoke.&nbsp; "Thank you. You will always be the most important thing in my life," - god how true that was somehow even showed on her face - &nbsp;"I don't know what I'd do without you."<br><br>Moments later, her posture in his lap changed, and she laid into him, her face burrowing in against his shoulder and neck, where his shirt could catch her tears and he wouldn't have to see them. If he thought he was moving, he was absolutely wrong. She was in full - on lap anchor mode, and truly, the most moving she would be doing within the next few hours was ordering pizza.<br><br></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">--- [ <strong>Scene Completed</strong> ] ---</span></span></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 01:23:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/jTB8Eau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Castillo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388465#msg12388465)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:20pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: </strong>Elena<br><strong>Content:</strong> Party, lots of mention of bikini's, booty, etc<br><hr><br>The sound of deep bass reverberated up and down the beach. The noise of gathered crowds mingled with the bass. The sun was past its midway point, but evening had not yet arrived. The day had been warm, almost hot. With middling levels of humidity. Perfect for a party. Perfect for a photoshoot. Perfect for the masses that thronged the beach. One of Rio's many famous locations. And it certainly did not fail to attract the multitude of hot bodied males and females. Thongs were the norm. Female Ass-cheeks rested proudly face up to the sun or bounced as women walked, jogged, or happily pranced in the sand. Some playing with their boyfriends or girlfriends. Countless men and women doused themselves in the warm waters.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>A large tent, with several smaller tents arranged around it, had been set up in the middle of the beach. This arrangement of tents lay near one of the cliff sides. A lush green covered rock-face. With plant life growing from the top all the way down to the button. Right above the sandy shore. Bathed in the salty spray of the ocean waves. The tents blocked direct access to the cliff, and for good reason. Just minutes ago, a photoshoot had ended. One paid for by one of Rio's most popular swimwear companies – for men and women. It had exotic bikini designs and edgy trunks for guys looking to make a splash. Now, with the shoot finished, a party had been commenced with full enthusiasm. Even better, it was open to the public. Alcohol, food, among other attractions, were available in abundance. Plus the location was still close enough to the water, so people could grab a drink, go for a swim, and return for more libation or other distractions. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Anna Castillo smiled gleefully as she walked back from the cliff side. Her newest photoshoot had gone spectacularly. She felt alive. Excited and above all else, she had looked damn sexy! She had examined all of her photos taken of her and had squealed a few times. Excited by how she had managed to pull off some of the really nice shots and with how the photographer had masterfully captured her sensual essence in the images. Too say she was elated, would have been an understatement. If this photoshoot didn't get her attention from major sponsors, she didn't know what would. That cliff, and the different bikini's she had worn, were amazing. The shots were exotic, perfectly positioned. Everything had gone right! <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Deep within, she felt this might be her breakout shoot or at least the one that drew the attention of big companies. Which would grow her name and then hopefully draw some international attention. She really hoped some American scouts would see these pictures. Maybe she'd leak some of the pictures over the net? <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>For now, she would party. She didn't feel tired in the least. The heat and humidity hadn't been bad at all this day. Neither had sapped her energy like it would on other days. The heat and humidity could be brutal here at times. Leaving her exhausted, despite her excellent cardio. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Anna skipped into the main party area, fitting in quite well to the scantily clad brasillian natives. Few if any of the women here wore more than small bikini's. Many wore bikini's that made her own small gold and black bikini, look modest by comparison. She couldn't help but smile at the electric atmosphere. Obviously, news of the party had spread like a raging wild fire. As far as she knew, the party had only been going on for twenty or so minutes. The loud music must have attracted people initially. Before word of mouth drew in the rest. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>She passed up the alcohol, largely because it wasn't on her list of acceptable diet items. Anna supposed she could have cheated. Enjoyed herself a little, but right now, and for the foreseeable future, her body was a sacred temple. Her ticket to fame, success, and money to secure her future and that of her poor family. Instead, she headed straight to the food section. Neatly placed under a large tent. There was everything anyone could imagine. Sliced beef, chicken, pineapple, apples, cashew fruit, cashew nuts, cashew fruit juice, and so so much more. Anna grinned and grabbed her plate. Taking a little bit of everything. Just enough to eat, but not so much, that she couldn't eat it quickly if she felt the need. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Then she walked to the nearest pole of the tent and set herself up. Observing the area. She looked to one of the areas, a small exhibition stage. It had models wearing some of the companies swimwear for the public to see. Each taking stances, then slowly turning around, before taking up another pose. Right next to it, the swimwear company had set up a makeshift store. Where people could buy the very bikini's or trunks they saw being modeled. With some stall-like changing rooms cozied up to its side. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Opposite it, on the far side of the area, not underneath one of the tents, three volleyball nets had been set up. Teams were forming around all three nets. People eager to mix alcohol and a high octane sport. Anna bit her lip, grinning. She'd had to keep an eye on the matches. Watching butts and breasts jiggle would be hot! Seeing those sexy male bods sweaty just might make her swoon. She giggled at the thought. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Between them, was a large water truck that had been backed in. Its spout being used to fill large insulated water containers filled with ice. It of course, was crowded over with people seeking refreshing H2O. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>A large dance stage had been set up under the largest of the tents. With plenty of room around it for observers or those who wished to not dance in such obviousness. Many bodies had already crowded the stage and were gyrating to the music.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Then of course, the DJ's location under one of the tents. Located next to the dance floor. He had a moderate crowd bouncing in front of his slightly upraised location. His head bobbed up and down as his fingers masterfully typed away on his laptop. Piping in song after song. Occasionally tweaking the beats live as the songs played. Even going so far as to expertly mix a few songs on the fly. Impressing the crowd.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Near the DJ, but almost directly behind him, were tattoo artists and body painters. They already had lines developing. Not surprising, thought Anna. She contemplated getting a 'backstage' pass to one of those body painters. She'd seen a lot of the work while here in Brasil. Also over the internet. Especially in some of the more recent Sports Illustrated Swimsuit editions. The thought of being painted just sounded interesting. <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>Her eyes drifted to and fro over the gathering. Simply happy as could be. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 07:08:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7f/36/ab/7f36ab980d4c3cee5e4de335571c10b5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #2, aka, Nicole.<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 04:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Questionable food choices -- ohhello.</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>Everything here moved more slowly, and that was okay for the fair, short, out - of - place woman who had sort of just <em>shown up.</em> This same woman figured - and knew - this wasn't a normal occurence. Rarely ever did an educated woman with means ever just up and disappear to Southern Africa in some place relatively small. Many thought it unsafe, and that would be true. Others would think it a bit crazy, and maybe that was okay, too. Though originally a clone of Elena's, she had set off none too long after the first, which was just simply a fact she knew from the get-go. Sometimes she wondered how Elena made that decision - how she could, in good conscience, let them go out and about with the threat of Tac-6 - but the woman who'd come to pretend being Nicole was thankful for the freedom. Not that there was anything wrong with how things were, but Nicole had a deep need to <em>explore</em>, her sense of wanderlust and inescapable need to do and see <em>more and more</em> made it unbearable to do anything but. So she'd went somewhere exotic, plucked from school books that made even undeveloped ruralness look appealing and she'd came. No worries for any normal threat - no, any human who tempted her would regret it - though the fear of those who hunted Evolved were always a threat in the minds of Elena and her sisters. <br><br>Unfettered regardless of day or night, she'd flourished here with her nearly catalog-sized list of skills, and quietly had she vanished into local fields of food to tend and encourage spectacular growth for those nearby. It wasn't something she could flaunt, but she didn't much care. She'd spent nearly a year - perhaps two, now.. she wasn't sure - in this particular little place, teaching, living, and eating every questionable food dish handed to her. None had made her ill, for she didn't ever feel that way, and not even the sun could burn and damage her Evolved skin. So it was without much worry she'd sat there on that bench for an early dinner, her body demanding nourishment from all the tasks she'd accomplished for the day, and extra because she'd skipped breakfast. Thankfully she was nearly done when the other obviously non-native woman rounded into her sight, immediately swarmed much like she'd been in the past, and still was nearly everyday. Yet still, even though she cared deeply for those here, something inside her over the past few weeks had been nagging. Prodding her, even, to go out and explore further, to find something <em>new</em>.<br><br>As the woman spoke her broken speech to the endearing, clamoring children, she had Nicole's full attention, the small smile on her face nothing short of slightly amused and wholly honest. Somehow, the other woman managed to shake the crowd quicker than she, herself, ever had been able to, and <em>that</em> was definitely a feat, so when the woman plopped down, all grins and as friendly as could be, Nicole couldn't help but laugh; without pause, her body turned so that she could face the woman fully, one leg folded under her body as the other was left off to the side of the bench. Not only did it allow her to be far more an active listener, the small woman also found it comfortable to have her back all tucked into the corner of the bench. Her dusty, worn black flats peeked from beneath her skirt, along with a slight glimpse of pale skin along her shin, but she was <em>quite</em> modestly dressed, definitely in clothing donated from others nearby, and as feminine as possible while not inviting extra unwanted trouble.<br><br>Unsurprisingly, the woman beat her to the greeting, too, and that left the petite blonde grinning, herself, the last few bites of her lunch resting neatly atop a napkin in her lap. It tickled her that the woman decide to mention she'd not <em>seen her there</em> before. It seemed almost like a classic ice breaker that'd grown too melted to be used in this situation, yet she liked it, and it even maybe twisted that grin into a bit of a smile, too. "Hello to you too," she replied, that thick, French Canadian accent clinging to each word like it had a damn right to do so, "I've never seen you before, either," came her further reply, and the amused twinkle in her eyes probably showed. It was another silly, half-ass comment in reply to the woman's own, but she added a bit more to make the situation even better... or was it more funny? "Do you come here often?" Making sure to pointedly look the woman in the eyes if she had the chance to - and smile big - she then removed said orbs from her completely, her view downcast to the food in her lap, which she picked at daintily and finished off without much fuss. Once done, she balled up the napkin she'd used into a ball and allowed it to rest there on her thigh, eyes dragging back up to the woman's face, which allowed Nicole a nice, close-up view of the woman's clothing, backpack, and other <em>things</em>. Part of her reckoned the woman atleast had spent time in the region. She had some rough understanding of atleast the more popular language in the region, and even some of the... <em>unique</em> dialect she'd had to learn here, but that didn't mean much. Traveling long distances in a part of the world like this was normal as far as she was concerned.<br><br>Still...<br><br>The fact she hadn't seen this woman before was, in and of itself, promising to her unyielding and far too adventurous spirit. Where had she come from? Where was she going? Was there room for another? New things to learn? Would there be animals? Where did this woman go to school? Her hometown? Was it nice there? Worth visiting? A million questions sprang to mind, waiting to blossom into knowledge that would only further feed into all the sisters' minds. As far as she could judge, Nicole figured this woman was going to atleast be interesting, and even if nothing came of meeting her beyond the conversation, it would atleast be something to write about once she went home to lay and rest... Whenever that would be.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 22:07:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.telestar.fr/var/telestar/storage/images/media/images/2014/photos/2014-07-11-teen-wolf-5-choses-que-vous-ne-savez-pas-sur-tyler-hoechlin/tyler-hoechlin/258599-3-fre-FR/Tyler-Hoechlin_max1024x768.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> First meetings<br><hr><br>Prague - what a city. Max had done a good amount of travel in his life, but this was his first time in the still relatively new Czech Republic. He had been basically a toddler still when the country separated from its Eastern neighbors, and since that time the place had flourished mostly as a tourist destination. On his flight over he had read that basically the Czech Republic had as many visitors every year as it had citizens, which seemed pretty crazy to him, but it seemed to do well for the place. <br><br>He'd gotten into town two days before and had spent his time exploring every nook and cranny of Prague's Old Town and Lesser Town areas. The food was ridiculously delicious, as was the beer, and their local spirit 'Becherovka' which reminded many people of Jagermeister, only it tasted good. Over those two days he'd absorbed (in a quite mundane way) all sorts of history and sights, taking a greater interest in them than he thought he normally would. Generally Max was a chill on the beach, or party in the clubs kind of guy but places like this had recently been taking a bit more of his interest. But even more than the history, he'd been growing curious about something else. A couple times while wandering around he'd picked up a scent that seemed familiar, but in a city this large with so many people there was more than just one other Evolved around, and he'd never gotten close enough to pick up a good idea of what the scent was.<br><br>That is, at least, until now. He'd picked up the scent a couple streets over and then started to make his way through the crowd and towards a much smaller street, his sneakered footsteps light on the cobblestone paths of the city, his tshirt and leather jacket just enough to keep him warm in the chilly but not snowy winter the city faced. The scent he'd picked up seemed somehow familiar, though when he caught it in the crowd earlier he hadn't seen anyone he knew, but now he had a good line on it and as he made his way down the street he was curious what he would find.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 09:33:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5fYgOw5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Los Angeles, CA | July 22, 2017 | 11:13 pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Hrithik, Semi-open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Post-concert wind down, blood and violence. <br><hr>"Oooh, <i>slumin' it with the peasants.</i>" Dara mimicked with her own rendition of Hrithik's voice - except he somehow managed to gain a valley girl accent. "He sounds like a high class whore." The blonde snickered, conversing with Sam as if he weren't even there. Some doctor's were overeducated whores too, and if she shoe fit... "Well at least no one calls any of <i>us</i> quacks." Sam shoot back while brushing off her shoulder with an air of <i>pomp</i>. If she had more hair she might have actually given it a haughty flip too, <i>however</i>, last week she'd thought shaving her head would be a bright idea for some reason. But ah, well, that was Sam for you. <br><br>"No, just Satanists, Antichrists and Anarchists." Dara chuckled and Sam rolled her eyes this time. "Well at least they got <i>one thing</i> right." Dara smirked. "I'll let you figure it out." Sam added before she could even ask. She'd instantly recognized the smartass glint in the Light Tech's eyes. It was that same glint that sparked to life <i>tenfold</i> the moment Hrithik mentioned dogs.<br><br>"Hah! He fucked a dog!" One of those famous shit-eating grins spread across Dara's face, winning her a scowl and a 'Hey!' from the beached dog laying before her. "Dogs are glorious creatures that should be cherished and pampered!" Kind of like the 'fluffy' mutt Sam liked to spoil the hell out of whenever they were in her hometown. <br><br>"As for the others, they're out in the lobby attending to their adoring fans." Sam yawned, looking more and more like she was ready to drift off into dreamland at any minute. Neither of them seemed to notice Reese’s young brother, Donny, was creeping up from behind. It all just seemed to happen so <i>quickly</i>.<br><br>"And Shea's proba---"The sentence was ripped from Dara’s lips the moment Donny’s arms came around her. The man grinned triumphantly as he hooked his arms under hers and his forearms over her shoulders, locking his hands at the nape of her neck until her head was forced to bow forward and he could effectively lift the relatively short woman from her feet. <br><br><em>"Say Uncle." Someone familiar chuckled in her ear as Dara trashed and wriggled against the grappling hold that kept her locked helplessly in her captor's arms. 'C'mon lil sis, <b>say uncle</b>.' The voice persisted and she felt hot stinky tears sting at her eyes when her hand was bent back at such an unnatural angle that her fingers nearly touched her forearm. 'Who's your god?' And she bent to one knee.</em><br><br>Donny's lips parted, likely to mock his conquered foe, but all the escaped him was a startled yelp when half the lightbulbs in the room suddenly <i>exploded</i> above their heads. A scream was quick to follow, but it wasn’t from Dara’s mouth. At some point during all the chaos Dara managed to head-butt him, slamming the back of her head over his nose with enough force that blood almost instantaneously sprayed over her messy blond locks.&nbsp; <br><br>“Holy fuck!!” Sam jumped from her couched, her eyes nearly as wide and frightened as Dara’s. <br><br>Donny was quick to drop his hostage in favor of shielding his quite possibly broken nose, but it didn’t seem Dara was done with him yet. What had once been prey quickly turned into the predator as her elbow crooked back into his solar plexus and the wind <i>whooped</i> its way past his lips painfully. “DARA!” Sam barked as she was quick to swoop in but found herself abruptly toppling back over the armrest of the very couch she'd been blobbed out on moments before. That wasn’t the last of it either, because a second later Dara had spun around and one of those wickedly known left hooks of hers was the thing to officially drop Donny. The blonde shrieked and dove on top of him, completely content to keep wailing on him until she came back to her senses. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 10:40:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #1, aka, Grace<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:20pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Anna.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Partay. Because.. why not?</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>It'd only been about three months since Elena had left, returning home from the vacation her father had sent her on. Which means it'd been about three months since the duplicate who had chosen to be named <em>Grace</em> had come to establish itself. Not in a big way - she worked in a cute little authentic restaurant was a waitress, giving advice to tourists and suggesting the best dishes. She lived in a small apartment - with good security - and in a good, convenient part of Rio. But really, she was just existing in a very low-key environment that Elena had come to love so dearly that she'd literally <em>left</em> a piece of herself behind. Sure, Grace had possibly influenced Elena some herself, by being the first duplicate ever to come out feeling more like a best friend than any other had, and if it'd been possible, Elena would have likely spent a great deal of time hanging out with Grace. They even plotted at length to do just that - even going so far as to buy a few wigs and try to make things not too obvious. But everything had been too similar, and so mostly Grace had hung out in the hotel, eating cheetohs and order-in food until Elena's stint of <em>fun</em> had ended.<br><br>Three months worth of exploring and settling in hadn't done too much to acclimate Grace to Rio, but god did she love the beach, and the locals. She loved just about everything about the place, and the fact there was no stress at all about work or anything else was such a bonus. Who cared if she got fired, or laid off? The money was just an added bonus, most of which never found its' way to a bank and instead sat unattended in cute kitty-cat piggy bank. One of the ones you had to break to get it open, and she hid it, too. Along with her journal, and her toys. All of those things were things she very much so didn't want anyone to find, unless it was Elena. But that made sense. It was impossible to keep secrets from herself.<br><br>Normally, at this time of the afternoon, Grace may have been more prone to be working or lounging on the beach than anything. Except that she'd heard the news from all the folks who'd come in for lunch, and ultimately she'd left work early to come and catch a glimpse of the going-ons. It was a photo shoot - something she'd only seen on the internet - and a vast majority of the people in said photoshoot made her feel almost hilariously like a child. She also felt considerably overdressed in her soft, partially sheer grey - and teal dress with a small belt cinched along the soft material at her waist. Even her undergarments beneath - despite being both silky and lacy - were far from being as revealing as what many of the folks attending this party were wearing. Shy was perhaps a good description of Grace's - and thus Elena's - personality at the time. She was a little timid until she was in the thick of everything, and once the <em>charge</em> of a crowd or of the individuals around her sunk in, she livened up - and opened up - considerably. The great news in this circumstance was that the beach party and shoot was fairly open. Grace saw no extraneous security or tough-looking people posted up anywhere, and the food looked delicious. A fan of fruit, it almost called to her, and though she knew she would stick out like a sore thumb, there was noway she was going to pass up <em>swinging by.</em> <br><br>Sandal clad feet led her down the beach, where she subtly stripped off the footwear and tossed it haphazardly - but still sneakily - into the bushes near the walkway. Taking note of where they'd landed, she walked further until her feet were engulfed by sand instead of touched by concrete, and she <em>sighed</em> in mild contentment. There was something so relaxing - and fun to her about being in the sand. Even better if some part of her was buried in it.<br><br>Smiling big, Grace made her way towards the people and tents, where she slipped in among the crowd and basically paid no attention to any looks she may have received. Anyone that interacted with her got a friendly little greeting, but she seemed particularly interested in getting a drink. So she waited in the short line, all rigid-posture and head on a swivel, before ordering cranberry juice mixed with orange juice at the bar. Of course that got her a funny look, but she just tilted her head a little and smiled that sweet, convincing smile she knew how to flaunt. Weird request or not, the bartender handed it over and Grace wandered off over to where the food was. It was here where she seemed to stall, a plate in her hand but indecisiveness seizing her mind. Every few moments she would take a sip of her drink, then put a few things on her plate, but after the few minutes she'd spent there <em>deciding</em>, when she wandered off through the crowd to find somewhere to sit and snack, she'd taken hilariously little. A few pieces of pineapple, some nuts, a piece of sliced beef, but not much else, and in all it covered less than a third of her disposable plate.<br><br>It was about this time she noticed the tattoo and body art folks set up near the DJ, and her eyes went perhaps a little wide as she chewed her mouthful of food. There was no way she would be leaving without having <em>something</em> done there - awful line or not - and suddenly she was disappointed she'd gotten food and such, first. Her heart nearly <em>ached</em> to become a canvas for someone - it would be so fun, and such a memory to share with Elena! - that the next forkful of food that went into her mouth was maybe just a <em>little</em> bigger than the last. Hurrying ever so slightly, she still allowed her eyes to wander over all of the attractive folk as she played a game in her mind - one where she tried to figure out who was just a hot local, and who had gotten their photos taken. It was an impossible challenge, but fun anyways. Even if some people may have thought she was staring.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 03:58:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Another day, Another dollar<br><hr><br>No negative emotion, other than faint apprehension, crossed Wyatt’s expressive features when he approached the young woman lingering near the entrance. He did not really have it in him to judge off limited information. Instead, he had the habit, infuriatingly so, of trying to glean additional information about an individual or even situation before he developed a conclusion about them. <br><br>Sure, he noticed the grungy state of her clothes, in desperate need of a lengthy soak in boiling water and then wash in strong detergent, while her unkempt hair appeared to be composed of more matted areas than not. It still did not give him permission to mistreat her, at least not from his perspective. <br><br>He did consider the possibility that she might be a beggar. In recent years, the city had spiraled downhill, with increased criminal activity and fewer options for good paying jobs. Local politicians were the only real constant except they had shifted from blaming other party members for their failures. Their new targets were those without a real voice the evolved. Minnesota was not alone in this new trend as it occurred more times than not in most states. Yep, the evolved were nothing but a giant piñata for everyone to take a whack at when it was most convenient for them.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Either way, some of his co-workers would have treated her like a scraggly black rat, shaming her for daring to step out of the shadows and be amongst real people. Wyatt silently figured if he could serve elitists, grouchy elderly people, hungover college students, and the regular everyday douchebag with a strained smile he could exercise the same courtesy for her. She probably worked just as hard, if not harder, for whatever money lined her pockets, especially so if she was indeed homeless. <br><br>Winter was relentless in Minnesota. If one did not exercise enough caution, heeding the warnings which were reported daily on the local news and internet weather boards, they could easily find themselves in the hospital, diagnosed with either pneumonia or frostbite. <br><br>“Good choice,” he complimented with an easy smile. “The wooden chairs a bit wobbly. It can feel like you’re going to slide off if you’re not careful. You didn’t hear that from me though.” Wyatt chuckled but then stopped soon afterwards upon realizing his humor, as usual, only amused him rather than anyone else. <br><br>Clearing his throat with a light cough, he stepped in front of her and led the way towards one of the empty boots. He sat her down towards the back, figuring she might enjoy some privacy and the few of the darkened street. Some cars speed by every now and then but not many. It was a weekday after all. His mouth twisted into an obvious frown when he noticed a fresh dusting of snow beginning to fall. Only when she settled down comfortably did he settle the menus in front of her. <br><br>“C-can, I mean, May I start you out with something to drink? Umm, we have hot chocolate with marshmallows? There’s some tea. I think. You can have it cold or hot.” He asked, throwing out a few suggestions with an unconscious stutter, before he nodded his head when she requested some coffee.&nbsp; Rubbing the back of his neck, he chewed the inside of his mouth, unsure what her definition of lots of sugar and cream might entail. “Do you want it syrupy or milkshake thick? You know what, it might be better if I bring the canisters over to you. I can never get measurements right. I can do it if you want but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” <br><br>His hand came up to push his glasses back onto his nose when he dropped his gaze to the table, noticing the money being pushed in his direction. “We can handle that part when you’re done. In case you want something with your drink. No point in ringing you up twice.”&nbsp; Wyatt was about to walk away to start on her order but stopped midstride when she asked another question. His dark brown eyebrows lifted a fraction before what he had been in denial about sunk into his stubborn mind. <br><br>“Umm.” He started to speak but suddenly his tongue felt too large for his mouth, making it difficult for him to speak. His face instantly burned hot, causing the tips of his ears to glow crimson. “Uh. J-just give me a second. Just…” Rather than complete his statement, he burrowed his hands into his black uniform pants and strode off in the direction of the kitchens. <br><br>Only once out of sight did he release a pent up sigh from his lungs. And here he thought his life was rough. Wyatt poured out the old coffee, about a few hours old, into the sink and then began to brew a new pot. <br><br>“Hey Ed,” he called to the distracted cook, currently in the midst of watching some videos on his phone. “Eddie. I got an order for you. They want some of those pancakes, the buttermilk ones, with some eggs and bacon.”<br><br>“What type of eggs, dork?” The agitated man asked as he rose up from his seat, wiping his hands clean on his apron.<br><br>“Good question,” Wyatt said aloud and then went with the most neutral choice he could think of. “Scrambled?”<br>“The fuck you asking me for? You’re the one who took the order, right?”<br><br>“Y-yea,” he said in response and then said more confidently. “Definitely scrambled…and not burnt. Please.” <br><br>Wyatt hid out in the back for a few minutes until the coffeemaker buzzed loudly, alerting him to the fresh batch being ready. Soon enough, he reemerged into the main area and then settled the drink in front of her, managing not to spill the hot liquid on himself or her. In addition to coffee, he provided her with some coffee and cream to add however much she wanted. <br><br>“I’m Wyatt, by the way." He tapped his finger against the nametag pinned against his shirt. "Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself earlier. It's a bad habit of mine..”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 04:37:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong> On the Run, Not so Fun<br><hr><br>"Thanks." Silky took the coffee and dumped enough creme and sugar into the cup until it was nearly overflowing. She gave Wyatt a bit of side-eye as he awkwardly introduced himself. "Silky." She replied.<br><br>Silky took a gulp of the coffee, then backfilled the cup with more creme and sugar. Of course it didn't have anything to do with flavor. It was just a way to pack more fats and calories into the beverage. Given enough time, she might even be able to stash some for later. She didn't like storing liquids like that. It took more concentration than other things to make sure it got it's own pocket, and bringing them up from the hollow-space then back down to her actual stomach was too much like swallowing her own vomit. None the less, she was getting better at it, and it beat starving in the cold.<br><br>After her second gulp of coffee flavored half-and-half, she noticed that Wyatt was still there. <em>'Great.'</em> she thought ruefully to herself. The question was, of course, <em>why</em> was he hanging around? Was it because he was watching her for an excuse to toss her out? <em>'Probably not... Looks both too awkward and earnest for that...'</em> Did he think she was cute? Silky was pretty gross right now, but her tits were big enough that even two sweaters couldn't hide it, and her lips were undeniably made for kissing... and other things... Maybe he was just bored enough that he forgot the waiter wasn't supposed to hang around the table? So long as it wasn't the first one, it was really to her benefit. If she could be interesting conversation, she could stay inside longer.<br><br>"So, uh..." Silky started lamely. "Do you live around here?"<br><br><em>'Shit! That was a stupid fucking question! HI GUY! DO YOU HAVE A HOME I COULD MURDER YOU AND SQUAT IN?! Real fuckin ace Silky.'</em><br><br>"I mean, uh, I was just wondering what kinds of things there were to do around here. I'm here because... um, a work thing." She obviously lied.<br><br><em>'Good fucking grief Silky. You <strong>are</strong> frozen and starving. That was goddamn pathetic!'</em><br><br>Silky took another gulp of 'coffee' to cover her embarrassment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 07:00:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NE5tRQFh6yhv8c_4_b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adektokunbo Ojore Zavimbi | Atlas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388244#msg12388244)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> EPRF's Mt. Fuji HQ | 08/2016 | 11:17pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> HackerMan (http://media.giphy.com/media/l41m3H0Jr8ZWmVdlu/giphy.gif), James<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting &amp; Linking Up<br><hr><br>Zavimbi sat cross legged in one of the many empty caverns he'd carved out of the inside of Fuji after he decided it would be a perfect place to house the EPRF. One of the most massive and recognizable landmarks in the world, no one would ever think to look for his group there. And the mists constantly surrounding the mountain combined with specialized Evolved with abilities tailor made to keep them hidden, the chances&nbsp; of them being discovered were infinitesimally small. <br><br>One of the most wanted men in the world sat quietly, his eyes closed, his breathing level. And around him, shapes were formed from the stone and earth; creatures came to life and paced around. From nothing, Zavimbi created a living environment surrounding him. As usual, every day he spent several hours training his abilities, despite having mastered them years ago. No wonder he remained so powerful and skilled. As he molded and shaped a world around him, he sensed someone approaching at a quick pace; not quite a run, but more a light jog. He could tell who it was as well. <br><br>He didn't move until he was a few feet away. Then he stood and raised his hands, then lowered them, causing all of his creations to retreat into the ceilings, walls and floors, leaving the cavern as pristine and intact as it was when he entered. "What is it, HackerMan?" Charles Boone was a nerdy, twenty something computer hacker from Tulsa. The irony was that in his teens when his powers manifested, he became essentially a walking computer. Zavimbi had recruited him personally when he'd been caught snooping around in EPRF secret files. <br><br>With training and a place that could really utilize and push his abilities, he'd become one of the best tech-heads in the world. "You got a message, boss. Some guy who was good enough to find us on the dark web first off, and then he got through the firewalls to actually contact us. You owe him a few minutes at least for all his hard work, don'tcha think?" He brought a weathered, but strong hand to his chin and stroked his beard for a few moments. "You are correct. I owe him at least that much. <br><br>And who knows, he may prove useful...you certainly have," the Warlord joked and patted his man on the shoulder. Nodding at him, he gripped a bit tighter, HackerMan braced himself, and they were both sucked into the ground. A few seconds later the ground opened and pushed them both up through the floor in the communications hub. Walking over to the laptop, he sat down and waited for Charles to set everything up, and when he got the thumbs up, he started to type. <br><br><br><br><sub>Hello, mystery man. You already know who I am, as people don't just find me on accident. What is it you wanted to speak about?</sub>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 22:13:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/jTB8Eau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Castillo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388465#msg12388465)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:20pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: </strong>Elena<br><strong>Content:</strong> Scoping out the conspicuously over-dressed lass, meeting the conspicuously over-dressed lass, mild flirting with the conspicuously over-dressed lass<br><hr><br>Before Grace had shown up, Anna had moved to the volleyball nets. She'd plopped down in the middle of the three locations. Allowing her to watch each match in turn. Simply by swiveling her head. The collection of people, had proven interesting thus far. Most of the individuals seemed to have some skill. Though, some obviously played only for fun. While the rest weren't that good. Regardless, Anna had been enjoying the exhibition. Giving the occasional whoop or hollar when a good play had been made. By chance, she happened to be looking away, when she spotted Grace walking into the party. Displaying her fully clothed glory for all to see. This sight immediately stole away Anna's attention.<br><br>Anna had, not at all, expected to see a fully clothed individual walking the beach. Let alone the party.&nbsp; Anna stared with intrigued surprise. Everyone else suddenly not as interesting as the woman bearing the least flesh. She watched the woman grab a drink from the alcohol station. Though the way the bartender behaved, made Anna suspected the woman hadn't actually ordered an alcoholic beverage. Anna's brow rose. Interesting. Sure, she herself hadn't gotten one, but she hadn't expected anyone else to pass on the free booze. Then the short woman headed to the food. Apparently struggling with indecision before taking what appeared a small amount. From the few direct glimpses she had gotten of the woman's face, her face appear to betray some excitement. Anna watched her until she headed for the body painting and tattoo lines. That decided it. Anna had to meet this pretty lady. <br><br>By the time Grace had shown up, the lines had quadrupled. Most people busied themselves, while waiting, by eating, drinking, and chatting amongst themselves. Some individual's eagerly discussed different ideas for tattoos or body painting. One man was actively 'scribbling' over his muscled pecks with a finger. Giving a visual to his oral description of what he wanted done. <br><br>The stations consisted of a single large stage split in two by a simple fold-up barrier. Each side occupied by a team of tattooists on one side. The painters on the other. There were four stations for each side. Where the artists busily went to work. Behind these stations, were two private booth-like set ups, each. Thus if anyone wanted art on their private area's, only the artist would be witness to their nudity.<br><br>Anna caught up to the blond at the very end of the line and looked down at her. Smiling. “Hello,” she greeted. “I couldn't help but take note of you. When you first joined this lovely party.” <br><br>She didn't state the reason why, but surmised it was obvious enough for the blond to figure out. Anna spoke in English, with an obvious Spanish accent. Not Portugese, as she didn't know if Grace spoke it or not. Something about Grace just made Anna feel like she was not native. Either a transplant or a visitor to Brasil. <br><br>“My name is Anna. Who are you, pretty little lady?” Anna let herself flirt a little with the stranger. It wouldn't hurt.<br><br>First of note about Anna, was of course their height difference. Anna being an easy four inches taller. Then the decently skimpy gold and black bikini Anna wore. It was far more covering than many on the sand, but still revealed ample cleavage from her ample bosom, and much of her toned and muscled body. Grace could easily see that Anna's beautiful body was in its peak physical shape. Not overly muscled. Still retaining her curves, yet accentuated with what had to be years of ceaseless effort poured into it. Then as Grace's eyes invariable traveled up, she could see long locks of chocolate caramel that ended at just below the woman's breasts and worked their way up to a full head of luxurious hair. Deep enchanting brown pools stared down at her. Lush full lips smiled warmly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 05:47:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.barnorama.com/wp-content/images/2013/02/Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics/03-Danielle-Sharp-hot-pics.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Harmony Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 8:07 CST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Melody<br><strong>Content:</strong> Emotions and stuff.<br><hr><i>Shit, shit, dammit!</i> How had she not noticed the woman? How could she had been so blind? Was her tunnel vision really so bad that the moment she noticed Melody everything else had faded into the background? It was easy enough to cast a blanket of darkness over the slumped bodies still lying around the table Harmony had original passed on her way in, but somehow she’d been so focused on Mel that she hadn’t taken note of older woman lying not but a few feet from the two of them. A fog of black fell over the woman’s form, casting her remains from view just like all of the others. The last thing Harm had wanted was for her sister to see that mess again, to relive whatever it was that had happened here. <br><br>Harmony cursed softly beneath her breath, recollecting her quivering twin right back up into her lap and against her breast. ”S-sorry, I’m so sorry…” Her lips trembled in a quiet hush as they firmly pressed over Melody’s cap of dirty blond locks. Steady fingers caressed the length of her back, wrapping her up in a simple comfort the both of them probably needed at that moment. Mel wasn’t talking though. Nor had she made even the slightest peep since she’d arrived – not even her sobs made noise. It could mean any number of things and none of which were pleasant to think about. Two things seemed most likely however - Had her throat been damaged or was it was shock? Maybe a combination of the two? The situation was dire enough and Mel was certainly emotional enough to be in shock. <br><br>”C’mon, sweetheart. We gotta go…” They could do this later. They <i>had</i> to do this later, because if they stayed here there was no doubt in her head it would be a death sentence.&nbsp; So when her sister started to move, despite the overall circumstances, she felt a weight lift off of her that had absolutely nothing to do with her twin’s missing body mass. At least she was moving, right? Sure she was crawling across the floor but it was better that curling up in a ball on the floor, right…? <br><br>Unlike her sibling, Harmony actually lifted to her feet. Not a single light was on in the house and despite that neither girls would have any problem seeing where they were going. It was particularly bright but just lit enough that they could coordinate without much issue. The only time Harmony ever left Melody’s side was for the few seconds she paused to pick up Mrs. Gardner’s purse and slung it over her shoulder. She rifled through it, passing her crawling lead a glance on occasion along the way and by the time they made it to the garage she’d managed to find the woman’s wallet. She started to take inventory on anything of worth within and ended up frowning. ”Hmm…” Well, good thing she’d brought some of her own savings too. <br><br>Harmony flipped the switch soon after they both entered and carefully closed the door behind them. ”Is there anything in the house you want me to grab before we go?” She asked as she carefully slid into Melody’s path and plucked the car keys from her fingers – there was no way in <i>hell</i> she was going to be driving tonight. Not when she was like <i>that</i>. The sedan unlocked with a single stroke of her thumb and she pulled the passenger side open. ”I’ll get it for you if you want, you can just sit here and relax, okay?” And the pack that had previously been clinging to her back was tossed into the back seat for later – as well as Mrs. Gardner’s purse. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 00:48:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%207_zpsvbxkwizk.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 04:35 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena/Nicole<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting new People<br><hr><br>There was a pleasant melody to the voice of the young woman; it distracted Julie to the point where she neglected to pay attention to the way she returned her greeting, and she only caught the last part, which promptly had her burst into laughter. Julie leaned forward on her elbows, glancing briefly away before allowing her gaze to settle on her present company once more. There was an open quality to the girl that she appreciated, a trait that was enhanced by the way in which her azure coloured eyes seemed to take in the world around her. They carried an inquisitiveness that Julie had never before seen; an unbridled curiosity that silently wondered about everything - and everyone - she saw, and beyond that something else; a yearning to find something - something exciting. Perhaps Julianne was simply reading too much into her, but for now her interest was piqued and she gladly indulged in this one-off chance to talk with someone who <em>wasn't</em> a group of down-to-Earth African males with a sense of humour that grew increasingly crude the more alcohol was consumed. And boy, did the rangers know how to to drink. <br><br>"Aw, I need to work on my pickup lines, do I?" she smirked, not a moment before a wholehearted chuckle escaped Julie. "I'm sorry, I'll promise I'll try harder next time." Leisurely, Jules leaned back in her seat, allowing her to reach down and unzip the backpack. "I'd offer you a drink," she shrugged casually, "But I'm afraid all I've got are two bottles of icy tap water." She grabbed both bottles from her bag with one hand, settling them side by side in the centre of the wooden table. "You're more than welcome to one of them though. Gonna be another lovely hot African day! Makes you look forward to summer, doesn't it? Oh!" <br><br>Already, Julie had been gulping down some of the freezer-cooled water. Even though it was considerably melted, the shrinking chunk of ice inside was still keeping the liquid wonderfully cold and such a treat was more than preferable over a whole bag of Munchies or any of the other junk food you could usually wake her up for in the middle of the night. "I didn't actually introduce myself," she realized, and Julie wiped her, only slightly grimy, hand off on her trousers before extending it across the table. "I'm Julie. Well," she rolled her eyes, smiling sardonically for a moment, "Julianne, actually. Lancaster. But please don't make me suffer that name, I feel the British aristocracy peering over my shoulder every time someone calls me that." She decided that perhaps a bit more of an introduction was in order; foreign people - foreign <em>women</em> - in a place like this ususally raised a lot of questions and Julie wasn't going to deny being curious about the girl. But it only seemed fair that if she wanted to receive answers, she had to offer her own background story as well. <br><br>"I'm here with some buddies from the game reserve,&nbsp; about fifty miles east of here? I don't know if you've ventured out of Phalaborwa, but it's funded by the Care for Animals initiative and set up by this Belgian couple. They are the main black rhino rehabilitation centre, although there's a whole zoo of animals down there needing to be looked after." Julie grinned absently at that. "Don't tell them I called it a zoo though; Petronel will give you a two hour rant on how zookeepers are the second worst human beings to roam this planet. You know, right after poachers. I'm not always stationed there, but there's this baby rhino there that-- Actually, I should start from the beginning." <br><br>There were few things that Julianne got as passionate about as her job as a ranger, and it was clear if only by the way her eyes lit up that this was what kept her heart beating. She pulled her legs up without thinking, adopting a cross-legged position upon the wooden bench whilst starting to gesture animatedly as she continued a spirited narrative. "It's a heartbreaking story," she began, and for a moment Julianne looked the girl up and down, wondering if she would be able to handle it. Her appearance was delicate, and she had such soft and sweet features that it was hard to picture her ever hearing stories of pain and death and all things wrong in the world. But then, she was also not the kind of person you'd expect to be sitting on her own in one of the more notorious places this side of Kruger, so perhaps she should give the girl the benefit of the doubt; if things got too graphic she could always ask Julie to stop, right? Or, you know, run off and grab a bucket to throw up that barely digested meal into. <br><br>"Me, Beaunard, Kero and Jonathan were out on patrol early evening, almost a week ago. It was twilight, and the savanna was only just coming to life. We were driving the jeep, but even then we could hear this heartwrenching howl. It was, well..." Julianne paused, wracking her mind to find something that would compare to the piercing cries of despair that had pierced the plains that night. Ultimately she just shook her head though. "It was the saddest thing you could possibly imagine. I didn't even recognize it for what it was, and I've done plenty of rhino patrols, right? Anyway, we get there, and there's this calf, barely four weeks old, frantically pacing around this big gray heap. We approached it on foot from all sides, trying to find a proper angle. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened - poachers really are a rotten lowlife bunch of wankers that don't deserve to walk-- but I digress. I don't know how much you know about rhinos, but even a baby can deal a pretty rough punch, and this little bugger was set, small as he was, to defend his dying mum. We had to tranquilize the poor thing, which was agony all in its own; his mother actually struggled to get back up even though she'd been bleeding out in the dirt for what must have been hours. They cut her horn right off and left the two of them to die a slow, agonizing death. It was really..." <br><br>An apologetic smile littered her features as she locked eyes with the girl sat on opposite side of the table. "Sorry, getting carried away there. We uh, we had to put the mother out of her misery and brought the calf back to the CFA. Poor thing took a shine to me, although I reckon it's only because I got stuck with first bottle duty. And the second, but that's simply because I couldn't bear leaving him behind. Those big brown eyes, those wobbly knees and his floppy ears... So I'm stuck on the care centre for another month and a half at least, until Khari's old enough to be weaned off the milk. So basically, what I was trying to say is, if you ever feel like cuddling with baby monkeys and slightly heavier animals you should stop by." Julie, looking a little uncomfortable with herself for delving a little deeper into her background than she had intended, regained her composure relatively quickly. She decided that she'd definitely said enough now though, and a sincere interest filled her expression as she turned to her current company. "Anyway, enough about me. What's your story?" she said, keeping up the beginning tradition of cheesy and overused conversational phrases. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 05:10:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5GjR5qs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Martinez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388433#msg12388433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Jose, California | August, 2016 | 11:17 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Zavimbi (Closed)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Reaching Out<br><hr><br>To be extra cautious, James had driven down to San Jose. He had found a hole in the wall cafe offering free wi-fi and had taken a seat against the wall. His laptop securely facing only him. The noise level around him was low, as he had arrived just after the morning rush. Only a couple of people were around for the meantime. <br><br>This would be the first time James had stayed over the dark net for any prolonged period of time and would require his hacking allies to bounce his signal around for more than a few minutes at a time. Usually he had only needed those few minutes to post his work on the net then disappear. Now, what he wished to do, could go on for sometime. He had talked in length to his hacker friends. They were confident they could keep his location safe and warn him if he was being tracked. Regardless, he had decided upon a location far from his home and in a busy city. It would be like the old 'proverbial' saving, 'Trying to find a needle in a haystack'.<br><br>James had waited a while for the hacker to find the EPRF's electronic signal then hack into it so James could hopefully get an 'audience' with the freedom fighters leader, Zavimbi. James knew of Zavimbi's more public past. Having done his research. He did not want to get involved with just a simple warlord who had taken up the cause for little more than holding a grudge or feeling threatened. Even one who had taken up arms against Tac 6. James felt Zavimbi had changed and had taken up the cause for good enough reasons. A situation like this would make it very hard for the greatest of reasons to manifest. No one would be perfect by the end of this nasty affair. Blood would spill. Much more than had already fallen. Thus, James felt Zavimbi and his army were worth a shot.<br><br>Text blinked into existence on his screen within a custom-coded instant messanger. Made just for James and the hackers who helped him. Far more secure and basically untraceable except by another highly skilled hacker. <br><br><em>“Target has been contacted. Appears willing to talk. You're on.”</em><br><br>The hacker on the other side opened up a connection between Jame's machine and Zavimbi's. A simple chat window popped up and quickly Zavimbi's first message appeared.<br><br>James took a mental deep breath and began replying.<br><br><em>“Greetings. You may call me Herald of Truth or just Herald. My real name is not up for discussion. Remaining anonymous is for my safety reasons of course. Yet anonymity can also be a potent weapon. While the name is fancy, yes, I'm sure you've probably seen the work I do on the internet. I get the word out about Tac 6 and what they do. I speak to the public about the Evolved. Concerning, rights, oppression, every day lives, and more. The name is quite apropros, if I do say so myself.”</em><br><br>James paused as if speaking. Letting Zavimbi digest what he had written.<br><br><em>“Upon hearing of you, I felt I could offer my services. A cause such as yours, being so likely reviled and misunderstood, could use some better PR. I can write basically anything you might need. Do you require essay length biographies? Do you need short messages spread out through social media? Do you need messages for your website(s)? I can do that. Plus more." <br><br>“So, have I piqued your interest?”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 07:05:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.iceposter.com/thumbs/G336336_b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Melody Pitushka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369639#msg12369639)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Ann Arbor, MI | August 17, 2009 | 8:09pm CST<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Harmony<br><strong>Content:</strong> Murder!<br><hr>In truth there were dozens of things that Melody didn’t want to leave behind, things that she had gotten used to having, things that the Gardners had been kind enough to get for her because she was doing so well. As strong as those wants were though, the fear was stronger. She didn’t even really want to be in clothes that she was wearing right now, she wanted to rip them from her body and burn them; of course she wanted to do the same general thing to her skin - as if cleansing by fire would undo what she had done or somehow make it all better. The only reason she hadn’t done it already was because of the raw shock that still gripped her teenage brain. She simply could not process everything that had just taken place. So while she considered asking - or finding someway to communicate without her voice - for those thing that had become most important to her, the thought of keeping anything from this house, from these people made her sick.<br><br>More sick, apparently, then what had actually happened inside. Perhaps it was the build up from that coupled with the being away from it and having a moment to come to terms with what had happened. Melody reached out and push Harm out of the way; Melody all but spilled from the car, onto the ground and on all fours. She heaved heavily and then let it all loose in a gag filled stream of bile and whatever she had been drinking all day long - punch by the color of it. The thin red liquid oozed from her as she coughed and sputtered, her whole body leaning into the heavy gagging until she had finally expelled everything from inside of herself. There was no way to vomit in silent, and so the reality that she was not hurt was pretty clearly evident at that point.<br><br>She whimpered and shakily reached for the seat of the car and tugging herself back into it. She wrapped herself into as tight a ball as she could manage. As nice as it should have been to see Harmony again the moment was tainted by what she had done. Melody couldn’t truthfully bring herself to appreciate that they were together again, and that this time nothing was going to pull them apart.<br><br>Her head waved to side to side, she had made up her mind. Clearing her stomach had been good for the soul, it seemed. Any item that she brought would have resulted in needing to relive the situation and she absolutely wanted none of that. She wished that she could share some of the Gardners thing with Harm, to help make this easier, but Melody could not bring herself to do that to them. She had already taken too much from them, she would not rob them in death afterwards. She wouldn’t, couldn’t be responsible for that. <br><br>Melody waited until Harm had gotten in the car and backed it onto the street. Now away from the house, and with an uncertain future ahead of them, Melody turned concerned eyes to her twin and whispered the most hushed words humanly possible, “Where will be go now?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 17:21:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Another day, Another dollar<br><hr><br>Wyatt neglected to abide by the cardinal rule of socialization, the one which made it abundantly clear that it was bad practice, considered rude and sometimes creepy, to stare at people. He could not help it though. Watching her fix the coffee up to her personal standards of acceptability reminded him of that infamous scene from the Men in Black, the movie with Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith in it. <br><br>It was the scene where the antagonist, a giant alien insect, kept pouring more and more sugar into his waiting mug while his shocked human wife stared wide-eyed in silence at him. He grimaced noticeably when she brought the lumpy concoction, which looked like a failed Harry Potter potion experiment, to her mouth and swallowed it with enthusiasm. The speed in which she gulped the hot contents lead him to believe she thought someone might try and interrupt her. <br><br>“Umm.” He struggled with the ability to speak little more than grunts and other incomprehensible noises until he recovered enough of his senses to speak actual English. “We offer free refills. You don’t n-need to rush.” And potentially burn your mouth. “Not like there’s a long line out the door waiting for tables.” <br><br><em>Silky.</em><br><br>Wyatt smiled when Silky was kind enough to offer him her first name; not everyone did that, figuring they did not need to extend the same free courtesy to their servers. It did not bother him that the one she provided was not her actual name. The thought, behind the action, held the most worth to him. Consequently, his stutter became less prominent in his voice as his anxiety about being around her lessened to a more manageable level.<br><br>&nbsp;“I can get you one of those take home cups if you’re interested.” It was only after he made the offer did he realize how she might interpret it, probably thinking it was his subtle way of suggesting she was not wanted in the restaurant. “I mean, only when you’re tired of h-h-hanging out in this dump. I don’t care if you stick around. Stay as long as you want. Gives me something to do other than s-stare at my phone.” <br><br>Wyatt realized he was rambling but he could not stop himself despite his best intentions to shut up and walk away. “Internet is really slow here. Don’t get much of a signal. Most of the time, I’m just watching the bar load. Can’t really complain though since it’s free.”<br><br><em>Do you live around here?</em><br><br>He shoved his hands into his pockets and lightly chewed the inside of his cheek. Luckily, Silky saved him from himself when she decided to participate in his mostly one-sided conversation. Her choice of question caught him off-guard though. Still, Wyatt answered her even though he could not figure out why it mattered to her. “Not really. Well, it isn’t too far off. Ten minute ride by bus. I used to walk here but winter snipped that in a bud.”<br><br><em>I'm here because... um, a work thing.</em><br><br>“Where do you work?” The invasive question slipped from his mouth before he could stop himself. There was no calling it back though. Lifting his hand, he scratched the back of his neck. “Depends on what you like excitement-wise. There are a few decent museums and food places around. To be honest, St. Cloud isn’t really the type of place you come to if you’re looking for something extraordinary to do.&nbsp; Do you move around a lot, you know, for your job?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 07:16:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong> On the Run, Not so Fun<br><hr><br>"Yea, it's pretty cold out..." <em>'Where do you work?'</em> The obvious followup to the mention that she was here for work. It really just compounded how dumb it was for her to say that. But then, the idea that she was fooling anyone right now was little more than a pleasant fantasy. A fantasy that she would continue to indulge thankyouverymuch.<br><br>"I, uh... I do a lot of contract work, in the, uh, 'hospitality' industry. Yea. Hospitality is the best way to describe it." Silky couldn't stop a little giggle from slipping out at her embellishment, and took another drink of her coffee flavor sugar-milk to shut herself up. "Yea, I travel a lot. All the time really. I spend a lot of time in and around hotels... For 'work' you know." The emphasis she put on the word 'work' sounded almost like she was sharing a joke with someone, and that someone seemed to be herself as another giggle squeezed out. <br><br><em>'Get it together Silky, you're losing it!'</em> She admonished herself internally. "S-sorry for being so weird. It's been a really long day, and I'm really tired." On the upside, she was less cold now. In fact, the multiple layers she was wearing were getting a bit on the warm side. <em>'Should I...?' </em> Silky asked herself. He was kinda cute, if a bit of a dork. And it sounded like he was broke on top of it... but she was out a sugar daddy at the moment, and the pickings looked slim. <em>'Ah what the hell, worst that happens is he throws me out and I freeze to death. Or light a building on fire and stay warm that way...'</em><br><br>"Finally starting to warm up at least..." She said, and pulled the outermost sweater over her head. She made sure it pulled the rest of her layers up with it, but not too far, giving Wyatt a good glimpse at her skinny but surprisingly toned tummy and just the bottom sliver of her breasts. The brief glimpse hinted at some kind of pink satiny bra. Maybe a bit worn, but still nice. Of course,&nbsp; bearing her midriff would have probably had closer to her desired effect if it weren't for the handful of scrapes and bruises left by her trek through the woods.<br><br>She tossed the grimy sweater onto the seat and pulled her remaining shirts back down, all while giving Wyatt an innocent smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 09:29:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Santa Ana, CA -&gt; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> Abduction<br><hr>Miles had clicked on the television about five minutes prior, and in that time all he had done was flipped through channels; not a single one had stayed on the screen for more the a minute as the shows, commercials and ads did nothing to satisfy what his brain was after. That was until the flipped to one random news channel that was reporting on a little band touring the western half of the US. Womb Emergency was having a concert that night at The Observatory in Santa Ana California.<br><br>“Womb Emergency...” Miles mumbled and dropped the remote on the floor. He flopped backwards over the arm of his chair and lay with his head nearly touching the floor. Where had he heard that name before. It didn't sound like something that he would listen to, he was sure of that. His back shuddered with a long crack as he stretched which seemed to give him the clarity that he needed. “Oh!” His whole body blinked from existence and a moment later he was standing in front of the closet that had been in his line of view. From it he snatched a nice jacket to go over the plain navy tee he was wearing. “Dara, I remember now.” A terrible smirk crossed his lips. She had suckered him into enough shit in the past that it was about time he surprise the hell out of her with one of his own.<br><br>Dressed for the occasion, and now knowing where the band was, Miles closed his eyes and took a deep breath. In his head he envisioned the location, this Observatory that the TV had displayed for him – with visuals that good specific directions didn't much matter. With the image firmly implanted in his mind his whole body rippled and vanished from the room, leaving the closet open and the TV on. The home owners were no doubt going to have some questions when they got home...<br><br>When he popped back into existence it was right outside the location, and he was spinning around to make sure no one had seen his little stunt. He'd picked a location slightly off the building itself where he figured he'd be alone. Luckily he'd done it just in time as a couple who were too heavily involved with themselves to pay him mind rounded the corner – though that might not have been the case if he had poofed in before their intimately locked eyes! “Ladies,” He nodded with a wink and shuffled past to give them the privacy they were so clearly after. Maybe next time, he thought to himself, giving the second ones ass an over-the-shoulder glance as he turned away towards the entrance.<br><br>Miles had no intention of paying the cover charge. He looked at the side door that was open but had a bouncer covering it. Cute, he thought. His body basically imploded, leaving only a little ripple in the air like momentarily disturbed water as he blinked behind the man and found himself inside... and back stage no less! This was good for him because it was exactly where he had wanted to be. One of the makeup gals walked by and gave him a strange look, not recognizing him. He winked and clicked his tongue at her, she looked away. He spun around and waded his way through the back stage until finally he found her. Truth be told Miles didn't even wait to see what she was doing, or if now was a bad time or anything. Instead he licked his lips and gathered the destination in his mind... And then blinked behind her.<br><br>“Fancy seein' yo'ere,” He said with his familiar accent and chipper voice, all while casually setting his hands on her shoulders and gripping just tight enough to feel like he was going to give her a little rub. “Poof.” He murmured, a term he used just for her, usually when arriving to get her after being summoned. This time though it was used because he was taking her away. Before he allowed her the chance to squeak for sneaking up on her, the whole world rippled and the two of them faded from reality.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>* * * * *</strong></div><br>The sound of the ocean rolling against the white sand beach was soft, and the only sound to be had. It was dead silent here. The sun though, the sun was bright and beat down on the beach side with a glorious warmth that made Miles wonder why exactly he had gathered a black leather jacket for anything. The water itself was so clear that the reef that damn near touched the shore line was clearly visible from where they were standing.<br><br>Miles released her shoulders and took a couple of quick steps to the side in the sand. He plucked the jacket from himself – it was a size too big anyway – and tossed it to the ground, followed by kicking off the black and white sneakers he was wearing. “We should talk.” He offered as he pulled a foot up and began to strip the sock from it. Once he set it back down into the war sand he all but purred at the delightful feeling of it. He quickly repeated the process with his other sock. “Oh... G'day!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 10:21:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Santa Ana, CA -&gt; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> F'ing Abduction!<br><hr>It had been yet another successful show and once again Dara was left with that wonderful adrenaline rush. Who would have thought that triumph could cause such a high? When people used to say they were ‘high on life’ she’d always rolled their eyes at them, but now she was starting to feel like one of them. She absolutely <i>loved</i> her job and there was just this rush from hearing the crowd cheer and roar every time she surprised them with one of her laser creations. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t get a little turned on by it too, but who <i>wouldn’t</i> get turned on from the pleasure of triumph and mass adoration?<br><br>Dara was in such a damn good mood that, as she was packing up her equipment not only was she humming but man were her hips moving too. Funny thing was, it wasn’t a <i>Womb Emergency</i> song she was humming a tune to. Nope, it was Michael Jackson – which really had a direct correlation to her moon walking and pelvic trusting. To say the least she had more than one person snickering as they roamed on past her. She was absolutely shameless about it too and even went so far as to serenade them while she was at it. She was all to amused when a couple of girls skittered away giggling at her from the little act. She felt completely safe and secure with her place in life, especially back stage with a handful of bouncers ready to beat the fuck out of any stray that tried to pass by. The last thing she’d expected was to be <i>abducted</i>, let alone by Miles of all people. So she was perfectly content to keep on wiggling her hips to her own off pitch singing until Mile’s voice brought it all to a very abrupt halt. <br><br>Dara blinked and for a moment she had honestly wondered if she was hearing things <i>again</i>, but then his hands came down on her shoulders. Her eyes practically bugged out of her head but before she could manage a sound the world around her faded away into something completely new. ”Fuck!!” She yelped, whirling around to face him – wait, no… that wasn’t exactly what she was turning around to do. No, she was definitely turning around to beat against his chest irritably. ”Don’t do that to me, asshat! You gave me a fucking <i>heart attack</i>!” She barked, nose wrinkling as her free hand came to rest over her rapidly beating heart. <i>Asshole</i>. <br><br>Wait, why was he taking off clothes? Once again Dara found herself blinking and at that very moment it finally processed through her head that they were definitely not in California anymore. Part of her had already known… Rarely did she find herself in the same place with him, but <i>this</i>… Well this was definitely the definition of a surprise visit. To say the view was stunning would be an understatement and her jaw actually dropped. Was that a reef? Did he seriously… Was this … Was that-- ”Is that <i>the</i> great barrier reef…?” She gapped. I mean, that was really her best guess at this point. Her shitty public education really only benefitted her the knowledge of one reef and that was the most famous one, so it seemed like her best educated guess at least. <br><br>”Talk?” She blanched, and suddenly he had her attention. <i>Talking</i> was <i>never</i> good… People only said things like that when they wanted to break up with you or tell you some bad news – like someone died or something. ”You’re not breaking up with me or something?” She tried to joke as she shot him a cocky grin, but somehow there was a slight tremor to her lips that made it fall just a <i>little</i> flat. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 11:13:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Santa Ana, CA -&gt; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> Abduction<br><hr>Shoes, socks and jacket off, Miles started going for the big ones. His fingers slipped around the hem of his pants and went for the button clicking it out of place before letting them fall shamelessly to the ground. He also had no shame in his choice of smiley-heart decorated boxer-briefs either. They were blue with the little hearts plastered all over the place in all sorts of directional orientations, each with a different smile printed on it. Of course the main attraction was the giant heart that dominated the crotch of the underwear, with a big ol' shit eating grin on them... And the hole? Well that was the mouth of course!<br><br>Hands flew to his tee and he all but ripped that bad boy off, tossing it along side everything else. Miles peeked out towards the water where the reef was and shook his head, “Not this time, that's just a reef. Welcome to Nauru. Little tiny island, north east of the great barrier.” He nodded, “Love it here. Quiet. Out of the way. One of the most out of the way places in the whole world if you aren't me.” He added, standing up straight and looking to the sky. “There's a lil' plane that travels here, once a week... Sometimes... When they feel like it and weather permits. Lovely innit?”<br><br>He paused and looked over at her, narrowing his eyes in the bright sun, “But we can go to the great barrier next time if yad'like.”<br><br>Spinning around in the sand he slowly back peddled towards the waters edge, giving her a nice view of the heart that just slightly groped the girth beneath. As well as the rest of him, and Miles was far from a sight for sore eyes; his body was lean and well cut, the spoiled rich boy had spent his life getting it in shape for his life of rampant robbery. Even once those mad nimble skills weren't needed anymore, he liked to keep it fit, keep it tone, keep it in line. “Now, for someone whose just had a heart attack you are lookin'...” Miles paused and gave her a quick up and down, clicking his tongue at her. “Damn fine. Now come enjoy the ocean! And the sun... Take all that crap off!”<br><br>Without another word, and with the full expectation that she was going to follow, Miles turned and blinked himself right into the water. Instantly submerged in the sun-warmed waters, he pushed himself back up over the surface and whooped with glee. “Water's great Daaaaaara!” He called, just before plunging himself back beneath the surface and twisting around. <br><br>When he finally came up for air once more, he laughed a hearty chuckle and shook his head. “Breaking up with you? C'mon now, give me some credit. I'm totally addicted. I don't think I could shake ya that easy.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 23:24:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Santa Ana, CA -&gt; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> F'ing Abduction!<br><hr>You know for someone with higher processing abilities, she sure was slow on the uptake!&nbsp; Then again she was still kind of caught up on the shock that he had come to her <i>first</i> for once. I mean, she really had no idea how to take this. The world didn’t seem like it was ending… As a matter of fact, it looked to her like they were in just about any northerner’s dream paradise. So what gives? What was this thing they needed to have a talk about and – Jesus fuck, he was unbuttoning his pants! <br><br>Now while Dara wasn’t exactly well known for modesty, she might have actually felt uncomfortable with the situation hadn’t it been for the quick succession of events. She had absolutely no problem with him taking off his shirt – as a matter of fact she was vaguely aware that she’d been absentmindedly ogling him while she was trying to figure out how the world had turned upside down. Could you blame her though? Miles kept himself in peak condition and there was just <i>something</i> about the way his muscles rolled beneath his flesh that made her brain go a little fuzzy. Huh, maybe <i>that</i> was why she was having a hard time processing things - Everything was all his fault! However, as he began to remove his pants she was made painfully aware of the fact she was staring at him like a complete derpasaurus. <br><br>It was then that she felt color stealing its way up her neck and tainting her high cheeks, but that moment of humiliation didn’t last long before the second those boxers came into view she could do little more than burst out laughing. ”Seriously?!” She tossed her hair back with a wide grin, eyes glittering with mirth as she studied the heart splattered monstrosity with perhaps a little <i>to much</i> attention to detail.&nbsp; ”Oh my <i>god</i>, I am totally stealing those at some point.” She proclaimed shamelessly as she started to follow after him, laughter still heavy on her lips. <br><br>Her chucks and socks were kicked off carelessly, and just him, her jean shorts were the first thing to come off. With a little shimmy of her round hips it wasn’t long before the shorts dropped around her ankles and were discarded with a same care as everything else thus far – none. Thankfully she wasn’t going commando today, and while her boyshort panties weren’t nearly as <i>interesting</i> as his boxers, they were star speckled all over the place in varying shades of blue and purple with a white backdrop. A second later and her shirt joined the messy pile of clothing, her back arching in just the right way to display how the lacy blue fabric already strained over the ample swell of her breasts that much more apparent. It was clear the brassiere was perhaps a cup-size to small for her, but Dara was honestly the kind of tight-wad to keep her clothing until they were to small her breasts had to literally be <i>exploding</i> out of them.<br><br>”Show off!” She called after him – for perhaps the billionth time since they’ve known each other - as she pranced her way into the water after him. ”Damn straight!” She snorted and rather than dipping straight into the water, the first thing on her agenda was tackling his heart speckled ass! ”Now tell me what this <i>talk</i> thing is about!” She growled playfully as she tried to snake her arms around his neck and dunk him down into the water. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 23:52:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> Giving a gift.<br><hr>With a grin he came up with a new idea when she mentioned that she wanted his boxers at some point, but it required perfect timing. So he waited until she was in the water and wrapped up around him, trying to dunk him before he made any moves – and when she did try it, he went with it, letting himself get pushed under without just blinking away from her. Instead while he was under the water, he reached down to the edge of his boxers and jerked his legs up and out of them stripping the last bit of clothing from himself. Miles was not a particularly modest man to begin with, and when she was right there looking the way she did... Well it certainly didn't give him much reason to turn the modesty up any. Instead when he finally resurfaced from her little playful attack and he gasped for air, laughing at the same time, he lifted the boxers from the water and casually dropped them on top of her head. “No stealing needed, just had to ask!”<br><br>He waited only a moment to let it click in her head the implications of her now having his boxers. Then he paid it no mind, like it was just no big thing.<br><br>Miles took on a somewhat serious expression – truthfully Miles didn't really know how to do true seriousness, even when it was something like running business he approached that with a very nonchalant and fun attitude, more apt to rolling with what seemed best in the moment then what might be most problem solving over all. Still it was serious for him, he was trying! Feet kicking beneath the surface so that he could stay a float, he reached out and wrapped his hands around her hips – bold though not uncharacteristically so for him. “You.” He said, with a little shrug.<br><br>“We've been doing this for like two years now,” He started, and it sounded – what with the scene that he'd brought her too – a little too much like the start to a marriage proposal. “Jumping around and doing random stuff, and it's been great. You're a whole lot of fun Dara, really, and I'm always interested to hear what you've got in mind next.” He didn't mean it to sound as marry-me as it was coming off, but he had to illustrate his point! “And I've let you rope me into enabling you to do your good around the world. Remember all those little trips that I don't care about that you want to take? Yea. Don't think I've forgotten that you owe me for each and every one!” He chuckled quietly.<br><br>He paused and gave her sides a little squeeze; he found her eyes with his and locked for a moment. “You haven't been totally honest with me though, have you?” He said, gaze narrowing though not at all in a judgmental way. “I get it, believe me I do... Keep secrets that is, I get it. And I know that it's hard, some secrets are heavy. And you, Dara Kurova are a woman with a secret that's heavy.” Miles let that sink in, let her mull that little thought train over. “I don't know what it is, but I do know people that are carrying weight around. It's none of my business, and you don't need to share, I won't think any less of you if you want to keep it to yourself. But uh, well, y'know...” He said with a little shrug, releasing her sides and paddling himself away a couple of feet, using his arms now to finally keep himself up.<br><br>“I want to know your story, the real story. The one you haven't told me. The one that you don't tell anyone.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 01:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uncomfortable topics<br><hr>”Haha!!” Sweet triumph! It was a triumph he <i>let</i> her have, but she was going to ignore that little detail and pretend it was purely her own awesomness. After all, she was pretty damn fantastic. How could he deny her such a simple pleasure anyways? Just look at her! She was adorable! Maybe a little out of her damn mind, but adorable no less! Okay, so maybe adorable wasn’t the right word but she was definitely <i>something</i>…&nbsp; Just like he was definitely something. Eye candy. That was definitely a word that came to mind when she thought of ways to describe him. I mean, he may be a soulless Aussie, but he was still a super <i>fine</i> example of the type of chiseled man created by the world Down Under that every American girl fantasized about. <br><br>Wait, what were we just talking about…? Oh, right, <i>her</i> awesomness. The very same awesomeness that was currently plastered to him as they both came out of the depths gasping for air and laughing. Except she suddenly had something dark and wet fall over her face. ”Eh?” She blinked as she reached to pull whatever it was from the top of her head when she realized just what exactly <i>it</i> was. ”WHA?!” Her eyes bulged at the heart stamped trunks she firmly grasped and suddenly she was jumping away from him like he’d <i>literally</i> just let loose a snake between them.<br><br>Guess you could say the realization dawned on her, and the casual way he went about his business had her chucking the things at his head. ”And you call me a tease?!” She snorted indignantly, rolling her eyes as him even as she snickered to herself. It was no secret that Miles had all the shameless self-confidence to go along with that great bod of his. A great bod he was suddenly using to grab at her hips. She might have actually taken it as an invitation to further wrestling if it hadn’t been for the fact she was very aware he was naked… Oh, and the fact that apparently the topic he wanted to discuss was her. <br><br>Dara blinked. ”Me, huh?” Somehow she was a bit skeptical about that. It was about as unbelievable as the fact he’d been the one to actually abduct her for once. This was certainly turning out to be a very strange day, that was for sure. And <i>once again</i> I’d like to point out that he was nude during all this. So that meant either he was coming on to her or she was dreaming. You know what, actually… Could be both. And with that thought Dara reached up to pinch at her cheek thoughtfully and flinched. <i>Nope</i>, not dreaming. <br><br><i>Oh god</i>, and he was bringing up the amount of time they’ve spent together too. If they were actually dating she might be worried he was about to propose or something – but <i>come on</i>, this was <i>Miles</i> weren’t talking about. He was as hard to pin down as… as well, a teleporter for example! ”Pfft, we did plenty of bad too!” She pointed out indignantly. <i>A lot</i> of bad – mostly mischief, of course, but bad nonetheless. <br><br>Then his eyes narrowed on her and she found herself gulping for a reason she didn’t entirely understand. ”What?” She blinked, more than a little lost. She’d never been <i>dishonest</i> with him. Just what was he trying to get at? Now it was starting to feel like he was about to ask if she’d been cheating on him! But that wasn’t what he was getting at, at all, was he? Suddenly she found it exceedingly hard to look at him and her gaze dropped away – especially as he pulled away to leave her standing there feeling strangely <i>raw and exposed</i>. ”C’mon, Miles…” She protested in a murmur, her thumb brushing over her arm in a gesture strangely reminiscent of her sister. ”I thought that was our <i>thing</i>, you know? I don’t ask questions, you don’t ask questions and we just run around having fun, pretending all is right in the world.” Why did her throat feel hoarse all of a sudden? <br><br>”Why on earth would you want to know any of my bullshit?” Why would he want to have any of her burdens to carry?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 01:35:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> Accepting.<br><hr>And that was, as they say, that. Miles smiled and nodded at her; he'd said his peace, given her the opportunity. It was there for her and he didn't feel the need to press it any further then that. “Curiosity. Excitement. The same reasons I do anything I do.” He replied but waved one of his hands out of the water to dismiss the whole thing.<br><br>“Who was pretending all was right in the world?” He questioned, moving right along. “Things aren't all right? When did that happen?” He scoffed and plunged himself back beneath the water. He flipped forward and raised his legs up out of the water so that she had a nice view of his ass while he bobbed, only to sink down and pop back out a couple of feet away, working to catch his breath.<br><br>“Heard that the concert was good, you're the luckiest girl in the world you know.” He assured her, though it was clearly a set up for self ego stroking, “What with having a guy like me around. Long day at work? Bam! Suddenly a secluded beach get away on the other-side of the world... And I'll have you home in time for dinner with your sister. What would you even do without me?” He grinned and smacked the water to send a splash her way.<br><br>“We have done a lot of bad too, huh?” He questioned, flopping onto his back to float. There was no way she'd miss it this time – though it wasn't really his intention, he'd just absent mindedly forgotten that he wasn't wearing anything. On his back, face turned to the beautiful sky, sun pounding down on his face... and his delightfully full package bobbing just around the waters surface while he paddled in little circles with quick flicks of his wrist. “We should do more bad. Like...” He didn't really know. Miles had turned to theft to be his escape from boredom. Figuring out bigger, grander things wasn't his strong suit. He counted on other people for that kind of thing. Dara was perhaps his favorite in that regard, she really did have a beautiful mind for mischief and randomness.<br><br>“I don't know but something. It can wait until after this though. This is actually one of my favorite places... You can imagine how hard that is for someone like me. Picking one place.” He laughed, quietly. “I'm... hungry.”<br><br>He barely had time to finish that thought before his body vanished from the water. A solid five minutes passed before he popped back up on the beach. He was holding a picnic basket in one hand, and a large sheet in the other – but he still hadn't managed to cover himself, because there he was only partly obscured by the sheet as it blew around in the light breeze rolling over the island.<br><br>“Lunch time,” He called to her and dropped the basket into the sand. He turned with the sheet in both hands and let the wind spread it for him before placing it on the ground and then laying out on his side. He was laid out like a French girl when she approached, hiding absolutely nothing from her. He reached into the basket, “Let's see what we've got here...” Out he tugged a bowl of fruit and set it in the center, followed by some nice sandwiches that had been individually wrapped – lettuce, tomato, bacon, turkey, mustard and mayo on a nice rye. They looked professionally made. “Oooh those look good.”<br><br>Clearly somewhere in the world someone was missing their lunch...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 02:28:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uncomfortable topics, ptsd moments, triggered memories<br><hr>Curiosity she could believe, but excitement? The idea that he’d use <i>excitement</i> as a descriptor for her life’s story, that he’d just described as <i>heavy</i> moments before, felt like a slap to the face. So what was it? Did he think she was holding some heavy burden or keeping some exciting super-secret fantasy past from him? Well, he was so quick to brush the whole thing off it was easy enough to figure out – apparently it wasn’t all that important to him anyways. It was just another one of those whimsical things about whimsical Miles the world wide teleporter. <br><br>She didn’t really know how she felt about all that. She just knew she didn’t really like feeling like she was being jerked around. Here he was light as a feather, moving along like he’d asked her about the weather when he naively had her delving through every little dark memory of her past trying to figure out which one he was actually trying to pull out of her. It wasn’t fun reliving things. She avoided thinking about her past like the plague, because when she thought about it… It did <i>things</i> to her.&nbsp; Things like Shae’s whispers, yet completely different all the same. It made her skin crawl, made her stomach lurch and suddenly she felt every bit as unclean and dirty as she portrayed herself. <br><br>Dara gulped on the lump that’d formed in her throat, her eyes glassy and unfocused as he swam about her jabbering on about things she only seemed to hear like a dull mumble in the background of a fishtank. Then, before she knew it, he was gone and she was alone. Dara blinked slowly, taking in her surroundings as the silence crawled up her spine like a venomous spider. Where had he gone? Somehow she’s completely missed whatever the hell he’d said before he poofed out of the area. She at least trusted him enough to know he wouldn’t just leave her there for long. He may be whimsical and hard to peg down but he wasn’t about to abandon her. <br><br>So while he was gone she made her way back to sure and set her shirt down for her to sit on like a makeshift towel. She drew her legs up against her chest, lowered her chin onto her knees and then she waited. She waited with her thoughts, waited with the nonexistent voices echoing in the distance, waited with the jumbled mess of half melted bodies and her sister silently trembling in the aftermath, waited with her foster parents beating her with a bible and their sick son invading her personal space in ways that made her lunch rebel against her stomach, waited as she cleaned up needles, waited as found her sister passed out on the floor, barely breathing, waited as she cleaned their wounds thanks to that payment they hadn’t made to the drug dealer on time, waited while she pulled her sister from the ledge of a building and convinced her that there was still <i>hope</i> for something better for them - even if she didn’t quite believe it herself... She waited, just like she always did. Waited <i>for something</i>. ”You’re my drug…” She muttered when he finally popped back into existence mere feet away from her. She didn’t even really bother to look at him; she was quite content to stare out over the waves appearing over the distant horizon. <br><br>”When I get like this, when I have my moments of weakness and I want to just drink myself into a stupor… That’s when I text you. I text you so I don’t have to remember. I text you so I can’t wallow. I text you to remind myself that humans aren’t as unreliable, unrepentant and repulsive as they seem to be.” Her tone was heavy, quiet – as if they were at a funeral and the weight of that loss had her nearing tears. She felt guilty, honestly. In a way she was using him. No, she was definitely using him, but it wasn’t like she was using him for malicious reasons – even if they were selfish ones. "I text you because you make it all fade away." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 04:00:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> -<br><hr>“I think they call it co-dependence,” He offered, setting the sandwich down. Whatever she may have thought about his reasoning for asking, why ever she felt like she was being jerked around, the truth couldn't have been further away. “You need a way to get away from everything, and I need someone to give me a spark that keeps it all from coming crashing in on me.” He shrugged a little and tossed his gaze out over the water that she was so focused on watching. “I think that means we're dating or something. American's are so strange though, so I don't know if we can trust that.” He chuckled, half heartedly.<br><br>“Now don't get me wrong Dara,” He offered up, despite the fact that he was essentially just shooting himself in the foot here, “But replacing one substance with something else isn't really better. I get it, but is it really helping anything?” From his perspective it was a lot like saying you didn't want to do speed anymore, but cocaine was an acceptable alternative. “Not that I have any room to judge.” He mused, and then promptly flopped back onto the blanket and stared once more into the sky. <br><br>He liked it better when he was in the water, that gave him a nice contrasting feeling that was pleasing. This was boring. His fingers twitched at his sides.<br><br>“Look at you,” He murmured, absently. Miles didn't like to spend a lot of time in a thinking mind. It wasn't any fun. That didn't mean that he couldn't do it. A lot of people mistook the fact that he preferred to goof around and not deal with things as a lack of ability to deal with them. “I'd like to think you're pretty reliable. If I needed you, you'd come, wouldn't you? I know that you feel bad about the way things turned out for you... If you didn't you wouldn't need to drink, you wouldn't need me. And I mean, Dara,” He turned his head and smirked, eying her up and down from the back side, “Nothing about you is repulsive. Not physically, not emotionally, and certainly not mentally.” He twisted his neck so he was staring up again.<br><br>“We're all just humans. These things... About us? They don't make us not human. We're not better then they are, and they certainly aren't lesser then us. It's our choices. Take me for an example... I'm a terrible person by anyones perspective. I ruin lives, destroy the environment, and steal things valuable and precious to other people for the hell of it. I don't believe in the law, and I have absolutely no respect for authority. God I'm everything that you hate,” He laughed softly, “Especially if you think that I'm a drug!” He audibly groaned as he connected that little bit in his head.<br><br>“I get it though, I really do. Needing to just get away from it all. I, obviously, don't know why you need to, and I'm sure it's not for the same reasons, but I know exactly what you feel. I know that need, that burn in your belly. You don't need to explain yourself to anyone, Dara, not a single person and certainly not me. If this was a bad idea, I can take you back to the band, I just thought...” He trailed off and shook his head, “Clearly nothing very well through. It wasn't my intent to add this here, if this was you away from it.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 07:56:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uncomfortable topics, ptsd moments, triggered memories<br><hr>”Dating? I dunno, I think that’s actually called a shotgun wedding.” She managed to flash him a little smirk over her arm. That was about the moment she realized for the first time that he was still naked and she quickly averted her gaze skyward, clearing her throat. <i>Now</i> was not exactly the right moment to be checking out his junk, even if she secretly wanted to take a peek. What?! She was curious! Yeah, see… that was it! She was just curious! <br><br>”Depends on the substance.” Speaking of, she could really use a smoke right about now… ”<i>Drugs</i> are bad for you. <i>Booze?</i> Bad for you. Cigarettes? Bad for you?” Then her lips quirked bashfully and she gave a shrug to push that annoying feeling away. ”I don’t think you’re bad for me. I don’t think you can take over my life. Nor do I think you’d make me betray my loved ones.” And that smile faded in the end. <i>Memories</i> - some were a curse she wished she could will away. <br><br>”I don’t <i>need</i> to drink.” She shot him a withering from the corner of her eye. She definitely didn’t approve of the way her termed that. She didn’t <i>need</i> anything – but cigarettes and her sister maybe – she just <i>wanted</i> things. She had the strength to fight it. She had the will to hate it more than yearn for it. There was no way in hell she was about to let herself turn into her parents… into her sister… ”You don’t really know me as well as you think you do…” She swallowed down that lump in her throat and forced a smile just for him. ”But thank you for the sentiment.” It was nice to hear once in a while. It was nice to know that someone thought of her that way that wasn’t Shae. <br><br>Then that smirk slowly started to broaden across her lips once more, every new thing he listed off about himself making it pull wider and wider until slipped a bit lopsided. ”Are you trying to seduce me?” She teased in return, waggling a single brow at him with a snicker. ”I have absolutely no respect for authority either.” She decided to remind him just for good measure. Then she was up and moving, crossing the few feet between the top of them so she could take up a spot on the blanket he’d <i>freshly picked</i> for the both of them. Her legs spread out in front of her and she leaned back against her elbows, just taking a moment to enjoy the view – while resistant temptation to sneak a peek at the one beside her. <br><br>”I’m glad you came.” She admitted with a sigh, because honestly she didn’t really like to show dependency on anyone. Sometimes she could barely even depend on herself. ”And I’m glad you took me here. Clearly this place is special to you and I ruined it with being an emotional bitch.” She laughed, one of her hands motioning to span the entire area around them pointedly. ”Dara: Ruiner of good intentions!” She announced in forced baritone, then unceremoniously plotted onto her back. <br><br>”I’m a fugitive.” <i>There</i>, she said it. Now he knew.&nbsp; ”I accidentally killed my sister’s foster parents when I was 16.” Okay, now she had actually lied to him for the first time… She just couldn’t bring herself to… To what? To feel like she was ratting on Shae? To feel like she was making Shae look like a bad guy? She just couldn’t. She didn’t know why. She just… <i>couldn’t</i>. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 08:26:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> -<br><hr>“Well that's darker then I expected,” He said with a furrowed brow, mulling the words over. How did one accidentally kill multiple people? He wasn't aware of the full scope of what she could do, but he had a pretty good idea; he didn't suspect that she was executing people with it, accidentally or otherwise. “Well that explains a lot about why you like hanging out with me. Fugitives on the run... Causing even more trouble. I let you embrace that bad girl side you can't do in case the man catches you!” Miles was a career criminal, a thief no less; once upon a time he had done so without the aid of teleportation. He was no stranger to lying, to deceit. He knew it because he did it, and this sounded like a lie. He couldn't be sure of what, which part or even if it was the whole thing that was a lie but he was confident that it was indeed an untruth. He had no intention of calling her on it though, he wasn't going to pry. If she felt the need to lie to him she no doubt had her reasons. Still, it sucked in a very stingy kind of way.<br><br>With that in the air though, it felt like back tracking onto any of the previous topics was out of place. This was why he didn't stick around people – that was a lie, he didn't stick around people because they were boring, but in this case it was attachment. Where exactly where they supposed to go from there? He casually reached for the sandwich that he'd set aside and held it out to her. “Should eat, how long has it been?” With his other hand he reached for one piece of the sliced melon in the bowl and dropped it into his mouth. He really had been hungry when he vanished earlier.<br><br>He grabbed another melon bit and chomped on it before having totally finished the first.<br><br>Miles was too laid back to get angry, but he really didn't know how to handle her at this point. She was rebuffing him at every turn and seemed not to want to open up. Which was fine of course, it wasn't as it was wounding him any, but it did draw a very clear picture in his head of whatever it was that they had. He swallowed the two mashed up pieces of melon and reached for another, “My guys tell me I need to focus more on business. They say all this traveling I do makes me look like a fool to my investors and the various boards and committees...” He trailed, it was really an unimportant problem in the big scheme of things. “I thought about slowing down. Maybe going and taking care of it... It's just not in me though. I know that. I couldn't sit still long enough, to be there day in and day out. Call me if something major, I mean massive is going on... Otherwise just figure it out. Isn't that what I pay them for?”<br><br>A little shrug against the blanket and he sighed, “Want to come run a business for me? You and your sister both. You get to move to Australia. Enjoy warm beaches, hot guys, great accents, make more money then you know what to do with.” He mused out loud, knowing full well that she'd have the same problem in that sort of life that he did.<br><br>“What uh... What do you want to do, Dara?” He said, finally, turning his head to face her again while ripping off half the melon piece he had. “I mean, in the end. I don't think Womb Emergency is going to last forever, and even if they did... Is that what you want to do for the rest of your life?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 08:56:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uncomfortable topics, ptsd moments, triggered memories<br><hr>”And their kid.” She added after his comment and instantly regretted it. Dara visibly flinched. Why exactly did she have to add that part? Maybe it was because on some level it still bothered her that the kid died. Adults were one thing… They were adults, they’d lived longer and got to experience more things but the kid… She knew the kid really haunted Shae too. She knew the whole thing haunted Shae and even though she lied about who had committed the crime she still felt like she’d somehow betrayed Shae by talking about it. Although she was the one they had tried to pin it on too. I mean, Dara had a history of violence issues while Shae was such a sweet heart – meanwhile…”Stole their car and my own foster family’s car too… And some of their money… And kidnapped my sister.” Okay, shut up Dara. All of this word vomit wasn’t doing you any good! Just keep digging yourself a hole, why don’t you? <br><br>She turned away the sandwich with a dismissive wave of her hand. ”Don’t have the stomach for it right now…” Certainly not after reliving the scene she’d walked in on. That view was forever branded into her brain no matter how much she tried to scrub it away. <br><br>”Business?” She blinked back at him after a moment. ”Like… thieving business…?” Okay, so maybe she wasn’t really connecting the dots well here. She’d never bothered to ask him what he did for a living past the whole theft thing. She really didn’t think it was necessary and honestly she didn’t care whether he had money or not. If she was in this to get rich then she and Miles could have pulled off some heist a while ago and she would have never had to see his face again. No, this whole relationship was definitely for pleasure. ”Haaaiil no. I mean, unless you want me to run it into the ground – sure.” She snickered. She didn’t really like the idea of Shae having all that extra cash on hand either…<br><br>Then he sort of struck her with a question she honestly had no idea how to answer and it quite frankly showed clearly too. She hesitated, then her brows creased and her lips pursed in thought. What <i>did</i> she want to do with her life…? What would she do if <i>Womb Emergency</i> disband? What exactly was her contingency plan? She already tried the college thing and couldn’t cut it. There was no way she could go back to holding some Joe Shmoe job. ”I guess… I’d just find another band to work for. I like being a Light tech. I like traveling.” And she gave him a particular smile on that last one, a little glint in her eyes. ”I like the excitement. I like the <i>adventure</i>.” She plopped back against the blanket and sighed. <br><br>”But I guess one day I want to retire to a quiet cabin in the mountains or something. You know, away from civilization where it’s remote and there’s no light pollution to get in the way of my view of the stars.” There was a certain glow that came over her at the thought. She definitely had a thing for the night sky. ”Get a dog, or five. Lock Shae up in a room and sit on the porch with my shotgun and pack, ready to fuck’a’bitch right the hell up for comin’ on my damn property!” She chuckled, then peered his way and grinned. ”What about you? What do <i>you</i> wanna do with the rest of your life?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 09:22:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> -<br><hr>His eyes narrowed when she flinched, though he couldn't blame her given what she had just said. It did solidify that a lie had been told though. Accidentally killing one was possible he figured, whoopsies happened. Two was unlikely, but three? He didn't buy it. The rest of the story made sense; if he couldn't teleport that's what he would have done too. Except that he didn't have a sister and didn't need to steal money. He'd have stolen the car though. Then again he would have stolen the car just for stealing its sake. But if for a moment he had been in her shoes, in the situation that she was alluding too, he figured that what she had done was a sound set of choices given the circumstances that he had available. Lie or not the memory was clearly painful and not one that she wanted to relive, and he wasn't going to be the one to force her to do so. Like she had said he was her get away, if he didn't have that going for him, what did he have?<br><br>He dropped the sandwich to the ground and shook his head. “Thieving? Business?” He blinked at her unsure if she was being serious or not. “No, god no. I wouldn't take you genuinely thieving anywhere!” He all but barked, though all in good fun. “Have you see your rack Dara? Have you stopped to genuinely just look at it? I have, and let me tell you that you'd attract all of the wrong kinds of attention...” He flopped and mockingly grumbled, “Thieving business with you.. Ha!”<br><br>“That's not what I was talking about anyway. That isn't business, that's just fun... Sure it pads the pocket book, but it isn't like I need it.” He tossed in; thinking back his life outside of the now – referring to when they got together for whatever – had never really come up. She was right. That was their thing. This whole little trip was starting to seem like a really terrible idea. This was exactly, the textbook reason why he didn't try to get in with people. What a fuck up. “I'm an oil baron... And a real estate tycoon... I think I've got my hand in the porn industry somewhere too, but who knows I try not to pay attention to it.”<br><br>At least he could appreciate her response to it all. Those were feelings that he could relate to on a very deep level. It's why he did what he did in general. Her ideal future though seemed so out of place, so uncharacteristic for her. Also locking her sister up seemed to imply more about her then Dara had let on before, but once again, Miles was past the point of asking. He'd screwed the pooch enough today, and it didn't deserve another fierce shafting.<br><br>“Me?” He blinked, and suddenly he figured that he should have known that question was coming. “Never put any thought into it, really. I suppose that I'm already doing what I want to be doing... Sometimes I think it might be nice to find a myself a woman, settling down, have some kids... raise a house. Tour the world normally. But that'll never happen. Too stale, I'd jump out of my own skin.” He shrugged, “And it probably doesn't matter. Sooner or later some one is going to catch up with me. Be it some pissed off guy I've stolen something important from, some government or Tac 6... Some one is going to catch me, and it'll be out of my hands after that.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 09:50:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uncomfortable topics, ptsd moments, triggered memories<br><hr>She honestly wished she could focus on the part where he’d yammered on about her rack, she was pretty sure there was a huge compliment in there somewhere, but the way this conversation was going… Well, quite frankly, it had her stirring a bit uncomfortably. She didn’t really like the idea of anyone catching up to him. She didn’t like the idea of <i>anything</i> being out of his hands. I mean, he was Miles: The Wonder from Down Under. He could teleport before people could even blink. Perhaps it was silly, after all he had to sleep at some point, but he was a little invincible in her eyes. At this point they’d done so much random ass shit together that it was hard <i>not</i> to think of him that way. And the fact that he turning out to be some kind of multi-billionaire just added a cherry on top of the out-of-my-league sundae. <br><br>”Well first off all, fucking figures you’d be some rich asshole.” She smirked, rolling her eyes. She had no idea what she’d do with all that money he apparently had. It just sounded like a hell of a lot of pressure to her. He probably had a small country worth of people depending on his business and that couldn’t be a very funny load of responsibility to have on his shoulders. ”Two: Still can’t say I envy you either way.” And a second finger came up with that one. There really was a weird sort of freedom that came with being dirt poor. A lot of people might disagree with her but living around a bunch of expensive shit was just plain nerve wracking. If she broke one of her own things – sure, she’d be upset and feel like it was a waste but she wouldn’t lose any sleep over it. If she broke something in someone’s mansion she’d probably agonize for years over the likely horrendous amount of money she probably wasted because of it. <br><br>”Three: You’re not allowed to get caught.” A matter-o-factual nod came with that statement. There was just no possible way he could refute it! No way at all! ”You see, I’ve kind of grown accustomed to your face and I’m pretty sure I’d be terribly distraught if I weren’t to see it anymore.” Why did she suddenly have a British accent? Probably had something to do with the silly smile she was shining him. ”Four: Settling down is boring. Women are just as every bit as a pain in the ass as men are,” And she was talking with experience here. ”kids are fuckin’ annoying and living in one place sounds like a huge <i>bore</i>.” She groaned, rolling her eyes. Wait, wasn’t this a little contradictory to what she’d said about the cabin earlier? <br><br>”Huh…” Dara blinked at the sky as it dawned on her. ”Maybe living in a cabin somewhere ain’t for me.” She squinted in thought. ”I know!” She grinned and sat up, excitement lighting those blue orbs of hers. ”I’ll buy a boat! I’ll save up, buy a boat and then travel wherever the hell I wanna go.” Yeeaaah, that definitely sounded <i>way</i> more appealing. She’d get to see her stars too. ”And maybe you can be my dog? You’re already a hound as it is.” Shit-eating smirk incoming. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 10:11:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> -<br><hr>With eager interest Miles listened into her point by point list of things. He even gave her a little look from the corner of his eye so he could watch her hold up her fingers for dramatic effect. “Rich asshole? When have I ever been an asshole to you?” Man, she was abusive. Destroying his well intended trip, lying to him, half rejecting him and now calling him names! He teased of course, and laughed quietly. “Rich though... Yea I am that. But I'm totally not an asshole. I don't envy me either though, it's not really a great deal of fun. Then again I usually skip my board meetings... Like I said, don't I pay these people to handle these things?”<br><br>With another melon in hand, he contemplated that third one. It was a fair point; it wasn't like a situation where she got caught. He'd figure it out eventually and find her, busting out of places was... Well it was what he did. When they came for him though, they wouldn't give him the chance and he knew it. “Alright, I will try extra hard to not get caught. Just for you sweetheart.” He teased. It wasn't as if he was planning on it, and he didn't anticipate it anytime soon, but the reality was always there somewhere in the background. “You may be stuck looking at this mug for years to come!”<br><br>Four was perhaps the most amusing. “You're not a pain in the ass... Well I mean, you are, but... Anyway that's why I only sometimes consider it. You know, be normal for a bit. Try it out. Just doesn't seem like it'd be my pace. I don't even know what the hell I'd do with a kid let alone multiples. I hate the little bastards. Noisy, messy, smelly...” He trailed off, letting it stay at just that.<br><br>“A boat would be nice though. It'd have to be a big boat though, something that could handle the weather, and hold supplies so you could go on long voyages at a time without needing to stop. That's not a bad idea. Think your sister would want to go with you?”<br><br>“And I think,” He paused and finished off his melon bite, and smirked at her, “I think I'd much rather be your stallion. You could ride me anytime you wanted. I could take you places you've never been.” This metaphor was almost too perfect – and he was putting no effort into hiding his meaning, his eyes slithering over her more then suggestively.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 21:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2d/d7/51/2dd75140bc159b2082097f27b071fb2c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Markus Löfgren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12387011#msg12387011)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Vancouver, Canada----&gt;San Francisco | Feb. 2nd - Feb. 3rd, 2013 | Late evening - Early morning (5 am-ish)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shirong | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d9/a6/a5/d9a6a5b8c61e4bbaba4789484e63cb25.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> On the run<br><hr>Somehow his life had been consolidated into two suitcases and a backpack. Everything he deemed important enough to take, that was. Everything else was left behind, in a rush. He didn't call anyone, he gave no warning, he just went home, booked a flight and got the hell out of there. He didn't have time to be crushed by guilt, guilt at what he had done and guilt at feeling that some sort of twisted justice had been served. The second was what had made him feel the worst. Deep down, there was this feeling of righteousness, a feeling that he had done nothing wrong and that the man deserved what he'd got. This was completely wrong of course, and the majority of him understood that but no matter how hard he tried he couldn't shut out that feeling of accomplishment. He had been distracted the entire night as he prepared to leave, up until the point when he was actually seated on the airplane. It was then that his mind ran back to what had happened earlier that night.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.clipartbest.com/cliparts/dcr/M9y/dcrM9yzxi.png)</div><br>It was a day like any other. Markus was off work and had spent the first portion of his day hiking a trail with a couple of friends. It was when he had gotten home that he received a panicked call on his cellphone. Amanda was in a frenzy, he could barely understand the words she was saying. He managed to calm her down enough for her to tell him that she was standing outside his office building. He told her to stay exactly where she was and in a matter of moments he was on his way there. When he got there he realized that whatever had happened to Amanda, it had been bad. She was worse than he had ever seen her. There was a spreading bruise on the left side of her face, scratches on her arms. She didn't have a jacket on, she was missing a shoe. The minute she laid eyes on him, she dissolved into tears. She didn't want to go to the authorities, she didn't want to go to the hospital but after making her sit in the car and trying his best to calm her down, she allowed him to drive her to the nearest hospital. He had asked what had happened but it was clear that she didn't want to say, not yet at least.<br><br>He stayed outside the room while the doctors conducted an evaluation. The doctor suggested that they call the police. It was then that Amanda called him in and asked to speak with him alone. It was then that she told him what had happened to her. She was afraid, afraid of what would happen if she told but he told her that no one was going to harm her. He didn't realize until afterwards that he had used his powers to calm her down. It had just happened innately, and once she did she allowed the doctors to call the police and perform the rape kit. It had been her foster farther. This was the first time, or at least that was what Amanda was telling them. She only had one year left until she graduated from high school, until she was no longer a ward of the state but apparently the bastard wanted to leave his mark on her forever, so that she would never forget him or her time there.&nbsp; The police interviewed him and he told them what he knew. He had been the girl's social worker for a year now. It had been hard to win her trust at first but he had alway stressed that he would always be there if she needed him, one phone call away. It was only when he was certain that the girl was safe, only till she had fallen asleep that he left.<br><br>The rage he felt had him going on autopilot. He didn't even know what he was doing or where he was going until he was standing in front of the ramshackle house, his finger already pressing the doorbell. It didn't take long for the door to be opened and there the man stood. <br><br>"Can I help yo-"<br><br>He didn't even get to finish the sentence before Markus shoved his way into the house. That was when all hell broke loose, the man tried to fight him, tell him that he would call the cops but that was before he fell to the ground, clutching his head as he fell to his knees. He focused all of his rage into the man. The vile excuse for a human being began to scream, nails clawing at his own face and drawing blood as his eyes widened. For a moment it seemed like his eyes would pop out of their sockets, the whites were so visibly exposed but Markus snapped out of it. He saw what he was doing, he realized what the hell he was doing to the man. Amanda's foster father may have been a monster but he couldn't just take justice into his own hands. As quickly as he had begun, he stopped but the damage had been done. The man was a total mess. His body slumped to the floor, he was still alive but his mind had been irrevocably damaged. <br><br>A quick sweep of the house showed that the man was also a drug user. He found himself breathing a sigh of relief. How convenient. Maybe it would all be chalked down to a drug overdose. He fled then, before the man's wife could come home. That was when he had rushed to his apartment, packed his things, and booked the flight to San Francisco.<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.clipartbest.com/cliparts/dcr/M9y/dcrM9yzxi.png)</div><br>He didn't sleep the entire flight. It was a short flight but he could have done with a nap. By the time the plane landed his eyes were bloodshot and he was exhausted. He wondered if they would be looking for him. No one knew what he was. What he had done to Amanda's foster father hadn't been anything physical. How would they even begin to put two and two together? Then again, he had also fled. Certainly that would look suspicious. He shoved away the unhelpful thoughts and got himself a taxi. He knew exactly where he was headed. It wasn't exactly the best idea to get his friend involved in the entire mess but he didn't know where else to go, who else to turn to. All he wanted was to sleep, he didn't even know how he managed to get himself and his things into the building and up to the apartment. It was just about to be five in the morning. Markus knew that not only would his friend be highly confused but also highly irritated. Despite the situation, Markus was looking forward to seeing a friendly face. For the second time in twelve hours he rang the doorbell and waited.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 22:43:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/99/fd/61/99fd61a4709efc952d1ed15e96b98e47.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12372015#msg12372015)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco (Bourbon and Branch (https://www.thrillist.com/venue/drink/san-francisco/bar/bourbon-and-branch)) | April 18th, 2015 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> Another day in the life<br><hr>Oh the hustle and the bustle of the weekend. To be fair, the bar was packed any night of the week but there was always a charged, frenetic energy that came with the weekend, something that could not be replicated the rest of the week. It was on these nights that Sarah's smile was just a tad brighter, her banter just a bit wittier and she was paid more for these slight differences in behaviour. Humans were social creatures by nature, they could pick up on the negative or positive energy that emanated from another person, whether they were aware of it or not. If the customer was satisfied they'd be willing to part with a couple more bills than they would have otherwise. All it took was some chit chat and a smile or a nod that actually showed that you were listening to what the hell they had been saying. It didn't matter if you cared or not, you just had to sell the idea that you were genuinely happy to be there. <br><br>In many ways, Sarah was. Work was a distraction from the troubles of life. Now her life wasn't exactly miserable and she had been in a good place but when the powers had showed up in her life, that was when things started to go downhill again. It was the stress and anxiety that came with being an Evolved, the constant fear of discovery, the complete confusion and lack of understanding of exactly what she was capable of that had made things difficult. Her newfound powers also came with the crushing feeling of alienation. She used to walk down the street and feel that she was a member of society, that even if she was surrounded by strangers, she was still one of them. Now she felt like an outsider, an imposter that was trying desperately to seem normal. <br><br>Thankfully her job kept her busy enough that she barely had time to think of anything else but the orders that she had been given. The names of each drink and their compositions rattling around in her brain as she tried to multitask between chit chat and making and taking orders. <br><br>She had just handed a drink to a woman before moving on to a dark haired man that sat not too far from her, "So what'll it be this evening?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 00:00:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Uncomfortable topics, ptsd moments, triggered memories<br><hr><br>Dara smirked. ”You steal from people for fun, I’m pretty sure that makes you an asshole by default.” An easy counter as one could ever be!&nbsp; ”But that’s okay, because I’m a bitch. So we mix well.” She stuck her tongue out at him. Apparently she was feeling a little sassy, but that was Dara in a nutshell really. ”I’d skip the board meetings too. You’d honestly think they’d be <i>happy</i> that you were essentially giving them free reign over everything.” She rolled her eyes, thinking back on all the stereotypical rich board members in all those back stabbing movies.&nbsp; I mean, shouldn’t they be plotting against Miles for the exact thing they were complaining about? You know, so they could usurp him and take over and all that jazz?<br><br>”Damn right, you will!” She scowled playfully, but honestly she was more than a little serious. The very idea that he may one day just never reply to her text was enough to make something painfully twist in her chest, and she <i>hated</i> it. She hated that she felt attached to him. She hated that she wanted to be around him. She hated that she wanted to see him all the time. She hated that she found herself missing him at times. She hated losing that control, she hated that her happiness depended on another person no matter how big or small. ”Good, because you just have such pretty eyes.” She fluttered her lashes at him, blowing him a little kiss. <br><br>She wasn’t really sure how to react to the idea that someone thought she wasn’t a pain in the ass. He must be crazy, right? However, what had her really pause was the odd way his statement sort of progressed. Somehow it started with her not being a pain in the ass, then being a pain in the ass, but then that being why he considered settling down sometimes…&nbsp; Sure, she knew there was a break in that line of thought somewhere but somehow it had her considering the possibility that maybe, just maybe, those thoughts he had about settling down might have been about her once in a while…? ”You know, when you think about it, being normal for a little bit could be considered fun too.” Okay, well that came out a little more lame than she’d thought and she fully expected him to look at her like she’d grown extra retarded. ”No, really, think about it!” She started, raising her hands to keep him from one of his likely scathingly witty remarks. <br><br>”You’re always on the move all the time, right? Life is always chaotic, going from one place to another, never knowing what’s going to happen until you do it. Everything is constantly changing for us. So in a way isn’t having a constant among all that chaos sort of an adventure, a change, in itself?” Okay, did that come our right? She wasn’t quite sure she got that across the right way… Dara squinted, looking almost every bit as confused with herself as she was. ”It’s nice to have at least one constant, you know? A place you can come back to, relax and just enjoy yourself for a bit. Be lazy and shit.” Shae was her constant, and in a way Miles had become one too. <br><br>”Eh, never mind. I have no idea what I’m talking about.” She rolled her eyes at herself and waved it off, allowing the conversation to move on to the next thought. ”I don’t know if Shae would want to come…” And that thought honestly bothered her. She loved Shae and she wanted to be around her, but she couldn’t really trust Shae to be on her own either. If she didn’t want to do the boat thing then what would they do? Did Dara’s life really ride on her sister’s wants and needs <i>that</i> much…? She frowned to herself. It was a frown that didn’t last long, however. Frowns never lasted long around Miles. <br><br>Dara burst out laughing, the level of word play he just slipped right in there was something that tickled her a little more than she liked to admit. ”Oh yeah?” A grin split across her face, eyes glittering back at him mischievously as she waggled a brow and winked. ”Are you hung like a horse t---“ She froze, remembering for the first time since this whole conversation had started that he was literally sitting there absolutely buck-ass-naked. Her gaze drooped on his body absentmindedly, her lips still forming that little ‘o’ to finish the word trailing off her tongue. Her cheeks abruptly burned a furious red, her wide, guilty eyes snapping back up to his like she’d just been caught sneaking cookies out of the cookie jar. ”—oo… SHUDDUP! And up came her hands to hide the 50 different shades of pink that were stealing over her features. Damn him! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 00:44:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> -<br><hr>It might have been fun to tear her little speech about normal and constants apart, but he instead only laughed as she confused herself and waved it off. It wasn't going to happen anyway, so he was content to just move right along to the next thing. Then again, what next thing was there really? Jokes about his body, her riding him of course! <br><br>“See for yourself,” He smirked, watching her little peeks at him that she had been so good about keeping from herself. He didn't mind, but her reactions were far more appealing to him then he was prepared to admit. “Are... Are you blushing?” He inquired, sitting up and scooting his knees up to – mostly – hide himself while she looked at him – purely for her benefit. “Have I uncovered the truth? Does Dara have a thing for me?”<br><br>“I mean, I couldn't blame you. Look at me? I'm like every American girls dream!” He snickered, then paused and dropped his gaze – once again – all over Dara's barely clothing contained body. “Then again,” He murmured, licking at his lips. “Maybe I've got a thing for you. I do keep coming back after all.” He poked the blanket with a finger, watching it sink into the sand. “You should model for me.” He agreed finally.<br><br>“Here I'll go first,” Before he had even finished the last word his body popped from existence only to reappear standing right in front of her – or rather right in her line of view. Instead of being cleverly hidden or casually ignored he was clearly flaunting himself for her... And answering all of those questions that she had. Miles had his arms stretched out at his sides so that she could see everything to do with his front. The nicely firmed muscles of his arms and legs, to the slightly defined core; The nice patch of hair that ran from between his pecs and down a nicely kept trail down his belly leading into a even more nicely man-scaped bush neatly trimmed like decoration to his generous jewel – Miles was most assuredly a shower not a grower. Miles wasn't a particularly hairy man, but he wasn't void of it; the dark patches did good to compliment his slightly darker olive-esque skin tone.<br><br>“Eh? Ehhhh?” He questioned, slowly padding around on the spot, turning around to show her everything about himself. On the back side she got to see the sculpting of his shoulders, which was actually probably one of the more defined places about him – he did a lot of things like rock climbing, and ledge hanging, all things that resulted in well muscled shoulders.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 01:45:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #1, aka, Grace<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:20pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Anna.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Chit-chatting. Staring.</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Grace was oblivious. Too busy having a good time to notice anyone staring at her, and really too busy to even notice the woman approaching her as she picked at her miniature buffet on a plate. Around her, the line of the body art station was totally alive and electric, making her body seemingly tingle beneath the soft, thin fabric of her clothes. The guy drawing on his arm seemed to give her a glance as she stared, and he smiled - perhaps flirting - to which Grace did nothing but smile big back at, her body swaying ever so slightly on tippy-toes much like a child may in the line for an amusement ride. To pass time, she ate slowly but methodically. A bite of this, a bite of that, mixing-and-matching but mostly eating in a similar fashion to an indecisive small mammal. How oddly appropriate.<br><br>Turning on her heels to look around behind her, she was alerted to the woman now standing next to her, the greeting she offered quite telling right away. This woman was confident, and outgoing. Dressed to kill just about anyone with two eyes in their head. Elena looked perhaps a little surprise - and she could tell, so she played it up by putting on a goofy smile and looking around, feigning confusion for all of half a second before she simply brought her eyes to rest on the woman's face to indicate she very much had her attention. "Hello-to-you-too," she returned in a rather smushed together sentence, still all smiles, "I guess I do sort of stick out."<br><br>Grace sounded totally okay with that, too, not at all perturbed, as if that was just the way things were at the moment and it'd all be <em>just fine</em>. Her level of excitement battled with the inner cool at her core and thankfully the latter was outwardly winning. Moments later, the taller, stronger, generally - more - attractive - woman introduced herself and even <em>flirted</em>, which set her cheeks ever so slightly aflush, like an elementary school girl being handed a dandelion.<br><br>"I'm.." she sort of trailed off for a moment, and laughed, as the verbal stumble likely came off as nervousness. In reality she'd almost introduced herself as Elena, but then she'd remembered the name she'd picked months ago, "Grace. It's nice to meet you, amazon woman." Another laugh, childlike and free, as she allowed her eyes to peel from the woman's face and run none-too-subtly over her from head to toe. Not only because she was curious, but because honestly, the woman had a fair amount of muscle, a weakness of Grace's - and Elena's - that often couldn't go ignored. After her brief... examination, Grace brought her eyes back up to the woman's face, still with that same silly smile on. Slowly she brought her juice to her face and took a small sip, eyes still sort-of-staring over the rim of the cup before it lowered.<br><br>"Are you part of this shoot?" she asked simply, sounding rather clueless but wholly interested. She'd only heard a little about what was going on today from work - but it'd been enough to lure her down there like a bee to honey. <br><br>In comparison, Grace was smaller - and far more petite. Lean, but with a small amount of non-muscle mass on both her stomach and thighs, which made sense. Even though she was active, and even worked out occasionally, Grace took pride in being as soft and small as she was. Inwardly she knew her small stature only benefited her ability to hide - and accommodate - her powers, but in everyday settings, it also allowed her to stick out far less if she'd been able to dress for the occasion. This time, she had not, and while she may have loathed the extra attention if it'd been a group of boys, that was also not the case. But god, they were the <em>worst</em>. They always assumed she didn't know Spanish, or Portuguese, and often they were very let-down by the fact that she <em>did</em> know a fair amount. Enough to know when they were saying nice things, and when they were saying <em>filthy</em> things. No one here expected that from the fresh, extra-pale face of a woman so fair-skinned she nearly glowed in sunlight, yet still remained sunburn free. Overall, Elena was a nice mix of slim and having appropriate, small curves where they mattered, all of which was accentuated by the clothes she wore and her accessories, which this time was a bangle bracelet and a couple rings, mostly made of silver and wood. "I wasn't invited or anything. I work just a few minutes from here," she offered up as a final tidbit of offhanded information before she stuffed the remainder of the mixed nuts on her plate in her mouth daintily, which was shortly followed by a chunk of pineapple. Somewhere in her mind she wanted to also ask the woman if she was getting a tattoo - how <em>badass</em> would that be?! - or perhaps just getting painted. Grace thought a tattoo would be pretty awesome - she even wanted one. Something small, and permanent, to make her different from Elena, but.. She wasn't sure how it'd go with her powers, as her control over them had only just become respectable, and so it was a distinct impossibility, which left her with only the painting option. And she was <em>determined</em> to get something cool done.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 02:45:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7f/36/ab/7f36ab980d4c3cee5e4de335571c10b5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #2, aka, Nicole.<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 04:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Questionable food choices -- ohhello.</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Nicole didn't catch too many little personality nuances on their first exchange of words, nor did she allow herself to read too deeply into things despite the fact her consciousness was pulled by a team of horses made entirely of curiosity. All she knew was the woman was attractive, seemingly educated, and dressed for doing things far exciting than sitting around on a bench eating local cuisine. So she considered herself lucky that the woman had roamed by, that she could understand the children enough to know that Nicole herself was approachable. It seemed like they both spent a few long moments looking at each other and laughing before her company spoke up, her words accompanied by a little smirk that looked suspiciously devious, even though her chuckle was surely filled with nothing but good intentions. Nicole nodded to the woman's question about her pickup lines, grinning playfully the entire time. Truly, even cheesy pickup lines had a chance of working on Nicole. She found them funny, and she was rather social, so anyone brave enough to introduce themselves could catch her attention. Intently, her eyes followed the woman's movements - first her eyes ran over the woman's body as she leaned back, then over her shoulder and down her reaching arm until her eyes locked on to the now disappearing hand. However, that changed when the woman spoke again, as Nicole's eyes took the same leisurely path back up to lock on her face.<br><br>If anything, Nicole was courteous, and part of that included being an active listener. No staring off elsewhere when she was supposed to be listening, and almost instinctively her hands laid atop one another in her lap, the balled up cloth napkin beneath that in her lap. <br><br>"I'd offer you a drink," the brunette said, as the her shoulders rose and fell with indifference. Nicole's head tilted curiously, eyes resting on the woman's own. "But I'm afraid all I've got are two bottles of icy tap water." The control her grin held over her face strengthened as the woman set the drinks on the table, and she even chuckled, herself, as Nicole found herself offered one. It did look quite good, and to say it was more than warm outside was stating the obvious. Peeling her eyes off of her company's, Nicole allowed her lower lip to be tugged between her teeth and nibbled on ever so gently for the briefest of moment as she glanced away, her left hand - the one resting atop her right - reaching out to take a water, which was then opened. "Thank you," she offered up, as the bottle was brought up to allow Nicole to take a long drink of it. Nicole's eyes closed momentarily, but when more words were spoken, the bottle was lowered, capped, and orbs had come to rest on the pretty woman's face. <br><br>"I didn't actually introduce myself," came her words, and Nicole's eyes seemed to <em>light up</em> with interest. She even wiggled a little in her seat, posture correcting, foot hanging from the bench swinging idly in mild restlessness. There was no hesitation in shaking the woman's hand, either, though she didn't interject to introduce herself at once. <br><br>To describe Nicole in the moments as Julie spoke would be hard, but the obvious was just that: she was paying close attention to everything she was saying, and she <em>enjoyed</em> it. Really, she was all smiles-mixed-with grins, every breath she drew in those moments mixed with the mild thrill of discovery. With the bottle of water held against the bench in her right hand, Nicole found herself running through her soft, silky hair idly as she listened, right up until she chuckled at the joke of <em>aristocracy.</em><br><br>Only then did she find it appropriate to speak. "I'm Nicole," she smiled sweetly, hand slipping into her hair once again and traveling smoothly through it just <em>once</em> more before her hand with its' perfectly cared for nails returned to her lap. "Nicole Vandel, and Nicole is fine, or Nicki if you want," smiling, she let out a little shrug, the accent on her words just making her seem more foreign, especially with the heavy twist of French influence, "What's brought you here?" Unlike Julie, Nicole wasn't thinking about offering up anything right away. She just wanted to know more, and so she'd asked. Thankfully, Julie was more than willing to share - so much so that Nicole wagered the woman may have even if she hadn't breathed the question.<br><br>What came began as a simple explanation, and after a precursory glance along Nicole's entire body - and believe me, as Julie brought her eyes back to Nicole's face, she made it a point to look Julie right in the eyes, quite pointedly -&nbsp; and from there, the woman's words began to tell a story. It obviously not only kept Nicole's attention, but the woman's words seemed to pull her emotionally along through the tale, as well. Nicole looked some mix of disgusted and heartbroken near the end of the story, about when Julie herself trailed off and apologized. Nicole looked perhaps a bit sad, then, or at least sullen. Not that her spirit was dampened, but because that was just another facet of this beautiful, wild place that could also be so disgustingly ugly. Taking a moment to wipe her eyes - yes, perhaps some moisture had accumulated, there - as Julie finished up her story, Nicole took another drink of the deliciously cold water in her grasp and summarized the words that'd pooled in her mind. Julie had Nicole's full attention again by the time she'd offered to let her <em>come by</em> and she couldn't help but stare a little.<br><br>Had this woman, a relative stranger, who'd just opened up to the point of making herself feel uncomfortable, just offer to let her go and interact with animals? This came as hard to believe, but she knew she'd heard everything okay. Unlike Julie, Nicole didn't feel uncomfortable or awkward at all. <br><br>Smiling sweetly, Nicole shrugged, addressing the woman's apology first. "It's okay, I'm glad you shared," she made sure to meet the woman's eyes to make sure she meant it. Then, despite the fact Julie said she was <em>done</em> conversing about herself, Nicole had things to say. "I'm also glad you're so passionate about your work. Very sweet of you to get <em>stuck</em> on care center duty for such a cute sounding creature." She teasingly put emphasis on <em>stuck</em>, as the woman was sure there were far worse things to have to do. This left mostly the woman's question to answer, and Nicole seemed to ponder this one briefly. Without warning, Nicole placed her water on the table, as well as her napkin, and put her hands back in her lap. "I'm from Canada," she began, not really good enough at lying to say she was from anywhere else. And with the accent, would Julie really believe her, anyways? "I'm a teacher, among many other things." <em>That</em> was a hilarious understatement, so much so it tickled her and her smile widened, deepened, "I am just traveling and found my way here, where there was a need as the normal instructor was ill." A soft shrug, as she found it quite mundane, even though Nicole knew that said a lot. To teach in places like this was far more involved than anything in Canada. "She's back on her feet, now, and so I've nowhere exciting to go, really. The group she is with asked me to sign up and volunteer with them, but..." Nicole sort of looked elsewhere, gaze meandering, "I hate paperwork," she admitted nonchalantly, as her gaze came to return to Julie after a short stint of silence. "I'd love to go wherever you'll take me, though."<br><br>As Nicole waited for Julie's response, she was plainly aware of other going-ons with Elena and the others connected. She may have even seemed mildly distracted for the briefest of moments after speaking, her bottom lip subjected to further biting and nibbling. Yet, truly, if she had this habit... well, the skin of her lower lip was no worse for the wear.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 04:39:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> Silliness<br><hr>What a jerk! Flouncing his olive toned ass about like he didn’t have a care in the world. Then when she blushes because she gets an eyeful of the goods, he makes fun of her! Jerk! Rude! <i>MEAN!!</i> ”I said shuddup!!” She barked as she cupped both her hands over her face, blushing all the more brightly thanks to the attention he was drawing towards it! Dara wasn’t exactly the type of woman to turn into a blushy girly girl like this and it was infuriating! She was <i>cool</i> and <i>aloof</i>…. Okay, maybe not so much aloof but she was pretty damn cool! Although considering the way her voice cracked and squeaked when she barked at him, she was definitely losing that ‘cool’ image more and more.&nbsp; As a matter of fact, while he was busy verbally jerking himself off, she was busy trying to think of the best way to <i>flip</i> him off. That was until his teasing came to a very usually question – and not one he seemed to be posing to her. <br><br>Dara blinked and peeked at him through parted fingers. ”What?” As quickly as that he’d disarmed her. All that indignant rage that had started to boil inside her at his arrogance melted away and was instead replaced by an unsettling mixture of confusion and intrigue. He did keep coming back, didn’t he? For some reason that hadn’t been a thought to occur to him until he actually stated it,&nbsp; himself. He was always so all over the place and full of whimsy, shouldn’t it have been surprising to her? Shouldn’t she have connected the possibility earlier? He’d said it, hadn’t he? He was addicted to her. She wasn’t a pain in the ass. He wanted to <i>know</i> those secrets she told absolutely no one. <br><br>Suddenly glacial blues widened back at him and it had little due with his comment about <i>modeling</i>. She felt like he’d just poured a glass of cold water over her head. How could she have been so <i>stupid</i>? Here he was trying to get to know her better and she was-- <i>uuuuughhh!!</i> Dara wanted to punch herself in the throat. She was right blind idiot, wasn’t she? I mean, just look at him! Was he being silly for the sake of being silly or was he being silly to avoid the subject he’d just unwittingly popped wide open? <br><br>”Miles.” She groaned, rolling her eyes as a lazy smile tugged at her lips. She couldn’t help it. He could so easily come off as an arrogant cad but she honestly felt like there was more to it. Well, she thought so at least but he was really making it tough for her to think right now. He was showing off again, and in a way the man had every right too. Just look at him? Every little move he made had corded muscles rolling beneath his flesh. His shoulders were wide and densely packed from all those vigorous adventures he continuously went on.&nbsp; His hips were narrow in comparison but just girthy enough to make a girl think of just how wide they’d spread her legs just so he could settle in firmly against her. <br><br>”Miles…” She groaned in protest again, this time her tone a touch huskier. She lifted to her feet a moment later, and another second after that she closed the distance between them. Without hesitation Dara caught him by the shell of his ear, almost as if she were cross with him, but when she tugged him down it wasn’t to twist it painfully like you might thing. Instead she did something that surprised even <i>her</i>. Dara drew his lips over her own, swiftly capturing them up in a lingering kiss that felt both hesitant to start and reluctant to end. There was a subtle pause after the initial contact, as though for the briefest of moments she might second guess herself, but another moment later plump satin parted and the tip of her tongue tentatively snaked along the curve of his upper lip. ”Just shut up…” Warmth tickled at his moistened flesh as her forehead settled in against his, mirth filled blues fluttering open to glitter back at him with the same mischief they always did when they were about to go on a new adventure. After all, if all went well, this would be just as every bit as exciting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 14:41:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Another day, Another dollar<br><hr><br><em>I, uh... I do a lot of contract work, in the, uh, 'hospitality' industry. </em><br><br>Either Silky did not want him to know her chosen profession or she was lying about where she worked. Mouth twisted into a frown, Wyatt did swallowed the rising urge to further question or call her out about the increasingly obvious lie between them. Sure, it was permissible for servers to make small talk with their customers, especially the alone ones, but he had crossed a clear line. One of the many reasons why it was ill advised for him to weight on tables. His place belonged in the back, washing dishes and out of sight like some hunchback. Too bad his manager refused to accept that fact of life.<br><em>I spend a lot of time in and around hotels...</em><br><br>“So you’re a prostitute?” He asked the question of her, speaking the term she did not let fall from her chapped lips. It had taken a lot out of him to speak it himself because he could not be certain if it was an acceptable term. In the end, he determined it was the best option since the rest sounded too vulgar to speak aloud when in reference to her. Silky did not need to answer the question since her explanations made the truth obvious. Part of him could not help but wonder if she told him about it because she wanted to feel out if he would offer money for her services or if she sought to scare him away from her table.&nbsp; <br><br><em>S-sorry for being so weird.</em><br><br>He laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s usually my line or some variation of it.” Wyatt smiled a little at her before he shook his head in order to further reassure her. “You’re alright. I shouldn’t have asked so it’s my fault.” Just then, he glanced down and noticed her coffee mug was nearly halfway empty. The least he could do if he was going to linger around her like some lost three legged puppy was ensure he provided her with semi-decent service. <br><br>It was then Silky started to lift the bulky sweater from her form. Truthfully, he had noticed them at first, her breasts, since there were too many other distractions, such as the state of her filthy close and the look of despair in her eyes. Since his gaze had already been turned downward, he got a full view of her little show, which was her intention. Inhaling deep, he admired the curve of her breasts before he turned away seconds before the show drew to a close, disgusted with himself. <br><br>“I’ll get y-you a r-refill,” he announced, already moving away from the table before he finished the statement. His step was quick and he nearly bumped into a table in his effort to put some space between them. For a few minutes, he hid out in the back, uncertain how to proceed. When Ed informed him the order was finished, there was no other choice but to head back out there. He grabbed the steaming plate in one hand and the pot of coffee in the other. <br><br>“Sorry about that delay,” Wyatt muttered a bit incomprehensibly as he set the plate of food in front of her and then refilled her coffee. “Uh. Don’t worry about the food. It’s on the house. I get a free meal each shift. I decided to give mine to you. You won’t believe it but eventually pancakes start tasting like cardboard.” It was a lie but she did not need to know it. He would be adding his tip money into the register before the night’s completion. “I’ll be over there. Just give me a holler if you need anything.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>15-06-2016, 18:22:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Meetings<br><br>Prague was just the type of city Kumiho enjoyed.&nbsp; There was nothing he despised more than the way many modern cities were converging onto a similar design, similar architecture, similar culture and the same damn restaurants.&nbsp; A flat earth, globalism, he knew all about how it happened, but it was the opposite of how it should go.&nbsp; Kumiho considered himself a global creature, a being of the world, and that meant diversity, so many completely different and foreign things, all banging and rubbing into each other but refusing to change.&nbsp; <br><br>Prague had refused, to a great extent.&nbsp; There were parts of it that looked like everywhere else in Eastern Europe, big ugly apartment buildings the Soviet Union had crapped all over the continent.&nbsp; But there were beautifully unique things too.&nbsp; Tonight he had popped on a leather jacket to hold off the cold, had himself a piping hot Czech dinner and was strolling along the sidewalk like every other damn person in the city.&nbsp; He liked to see them sitting and sipping coffee, or spilling out of the bars, or strolling under the gorgeous dark trees.<br><br>But Kumiho wasn't an observer, he liked to get into the mix.&nbsp; He eyed each place he passed or each person, considering who to be tonight, what to do.&nbsp; The possibilities for him were nearly endless. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 00:04:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 07:12 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Starting Early<br><hr><br>The outskirts of Vegas were a hustle and bustle, especially this close to Halloween. People paraded the streets into the dead of night and into the early morning, and because of that it was no major surprise that even this close to sunrise, drunkards and stragglers still roamed the streets, albeit in sparse amount. The Strip was a lovely place during the night, and even throughout the day it retained a cliche sort of charm. Not that Olivia often ventured into the throbbing heart of the city, with all its splendour and temptation. The <em>Thick as Thieves</em>, the tattoo parlour that had offered her a - severely underpaid - position as an apprentice was a place on the up-and-coming, but the owner, Sage, could not afford a place too close to the centre. Olivia hardly minded, in fact, she preferred her work in the second-rate half of Vegas, where the locals lingered and tourists with more of a thirst for adventure travelled. The crowds that swarmed the smaller streets were less of the shorts and I-Heart-Vegas type and more....well, more like her, at least a little. <br><br>Although of course not really <em>like</em> her. <br><br>In the soft light of the rising sun, promising another day filled with late Fall heat, Liv padded across one of the lower rooftops with soundless steps. Travelling in this style had been something she'd had to grow accustomed to, but she found that with every passing day it had become more and more second nature, to the point where she preferred it. It was a treat, a guilty pleasure, even somewhat of an addiction that she would have trouble staying away from. Olivia was fairly sure that she couldn't if she tried; from the moment her powers had begun to manifest they had felt much like an extension of herself, an integral part of her that she would die without. Olivia had kept tabs on any news story about the mutated people that kept popping up all over the world. They were extreme stories, heartfelt stories and often ones filled with disdain over the freaklike creatures that randomly spawned seemingly from out of nowhere. She'd heard of people that could fly, people who could read minds or set objects on fire. There had been a girl with the strength to lift a school bus filled with children and a man who could crush metal plates just by looking at them. Compared to that, she supposed, changing into a cat and traversing the canopy of rooftops that littered this desert city was hardly too impressive. Of course, changing into feline creatures wasn't all that Liv did. It simply happened to be the shape she most gladly resorted to; a comfort form of sorts, she supposed. Which was a bit odd, since her mind surely was capable of something far less mundane, and considering her rather wild lifestyle, the common housecat didn't really fit her. And yet it was her favourite all the same; a black little alley cat with cushiony feet and remarkably green eyes that looked just slightly too human, too intelligent as they took in the world around her. <br><br>Not that prancing about Vegas was something she easily got away with; tourism was by far the main source of income of the people working in the most famous city in Nevada and local authorities tolerated little room for pests, be they rats or birds or strays or superhumans in hiding. But Vegas was a wonderful hiding place for Evolved and Olivia was convinced she had met several of them throughout her stay here so far, even if she refused to 'out' herself to anyone but her friend Alex. Most of them hid in the exotic exuberance of the theater shows, which greatly facilitated their ability to stand in the spotlight without standing out in the wrong ways. She kind of envied that; Liv was proud of what she was capable of and oh, how amazing it would be if she could freely utilize what God - well, not <em>God</em> - had given her.<br><br>She was prone to adopting her feline shape as she headed to work, although work, for the past week and a half, had been in a place a stone's throw away from the tattoo shop she was so fond of. An inventive businessman and a bit of a visionary had come parading into the parlour one day to ask about one of the designs he'd seen in the front window. It had been one of Olivia's latest sketches and he had praised her talent and insisted that she come and do a lifesize mural in the VIP room of his new casino, which was set to open somewhere in the next few months. The money he offered was substantial, and with Sage's approval it had been an easy choice to make. Which was why Olivia Moretz made her way every morning to the building, sometimes as the young woman she was, using the main door, and sometimes as a black house cat, with far more inventive ways of entering the premises. <br><br>There was usually a window open in the rooms above the casino. It was a bold building, both outside and inside and Olivia was convinced that when it was finished, the place would be a sight to see. For now the upper floors were still very much in need of renovation though, and as the nimble creature hopped up onto the fire escape, it wasn't long before she'd found a window still cracked open. With her paw she pushed against the creaking wood, then leaned her body weight against it altogether. It wasn't so much that Liv was stronger than an ordinary cat; she simply had an understanding of the workings of things that normal animals didn't possess. She managed to wedge her way in and then she stood in what she assumed had once been a conference room of sorts, though it was now just another dust-covered area with threadbare carpet and a couple of dodgy looking paintings on the wall. Which was still relatively decent; Liv had seen the amount of graffiti that littered some of the adjacent rooms upstairs. Charles Pontiff seemed to care little about the&nbsp; upstairs for now though; he insisted that he would be raking in the money with his one of a kind casino below, and the rest could wait. You know, for as far as you <em>could</em> have a one of a kind casino in the gambling capital of the world. <br><br>The place was still utterly abandoned. As per the rules, building work didn't start until eight and even then, most of the loud stuff had been done it seemed. Crossing from upstairs to the ground below was a strange paradox from abandoning hell to descend into the heavens. The ground floor, even in its unfinished state, was absolutely glorious. You didn't even need to love gambling to admire the long rows of slot machines, the pristine blackjack tables and the still covered roulette wheel. The vast room carried a tall, domed roof ornamented with pale wooden carvings, while the walls were light with golden details and a smooth, polished stone floor of intricate swirling patterns that were mesmerizing to see. Feline Liv meandered through the heart of it, crossing the very center of the room. The name of the casino itself was embedded into the floor in a circular pattern. <em>The Black Dragon</em>, a name that almost made you expect Chinese decor and a stoic Asian with a long wispy beard for an owner. But Charles Pontiff was born and bred in the US of A and he was a businessman through and through. Just one with a very specific taste, a taste that he wasn't afraid to show in this, his most recent project. <br><br>Liv continued out of the main area and into an adjacent room, one that was separated from the main area by two grand, cherry wooden doors with dark copper handles. It wasn't difficult to envision two broad men in immaculate suits flanking the doorway, ready to offer entrance to anyone special -or rich- enough to be allowed in. And indeed, the VIP room was a thing of extravagant splendor; a beautiful meeting of modern and classical tastes. Here the big money would be won and lost, and it was here that Olivia Moretz was to bring life to her special project. Drawing was her work, her hobby, her inspiration in life and the very thing that kept her going when things were rough. That she was able to make a living off the very thing she loved doing above anything else was a dream come true, and although this was nothing like designing tattoos in the studio, she loved her current freelance job all the same. Maybe even more. <br><br>She didn't hesitate as she padded along the right side of the room, leaving the bar, the gambling tables and lounge area for what they were and ventured over to her own little working space. The tall windows here were as of yet uncovered, and long streaks of warm morning light littered the floor, creating sharp contrasts of dark and light inside the room. It was an artist's worst nightmare, but&nbsp; facing the wall upon which she had been painting for the past three days stood three lights, specifically brought in to facilitate Olivia's work. The main wall was the eye catcher of the room, and it wasn't difficult to tell, even in its unfinished state, that the girl had been working on painting the very creature that had given the casino its name. The dragon curled wildly along the wall, dark and imposing, with vast wings and widowed eyes that gazed upon the people below. It was framed by further wooden carvings, creating a look so unique that Olivia wished she could take the whole thing home with her and stick it on the bedroom wall of the apartment she shared with a friend. <br><br>Upon arriving at her work spot, Liv abandoned the form with which she had entered the casino. Shape shifting was something that drew upon her energy levels, ultimately forcing her to abandon it after a certain amount of time, but her catlike features came so easy to her nowadays that they barely required any effort to maintain. It was a gradual, though very smooth change as she grew from the furry black creature, standing on the ground on all fours to the standing young woman that she was in day to day life; slender, fair-haired and with eyes that, though usually brown, now still retained that malachite hue that she had carried as a cat. The transition took mere seconds, and as the girl uprighted herself into a two-footed stance she slowly brushed her long blond tresses back, briefly peering down at her body. The nudity of her physical form was something she was far from ashamed of, but she was sure that when mister Pontiff arrived - and he always arrived at seven thirty sharp-&nbsp; he would be somewhat shocked to witness his temporary employee decorating his casino in the nude. Shape shifting didn't much allow for carrying clothes, which is why she always left a sports bag inside the VIP room, one that, as always, stood propped up against the frame of one of the spot lights. She crouched down beside it, retrieving a sand colored dress with a pattern of blossoms upon it from inside, and with routine ease Liv slipped it on, not bothering too much with anything&nbsp; other than a pair of ballerinas. <br><br>A noise emanated from the front of the casino, and Olivia jumped at the sudden sound, confused for a moment. Was Charles early? It didn't seem like him, which begged to question what the reason for it was. Curiously Olivia turned away from the beckon of her paint supplies, expectantly regarding the doorway instead. She barely even noticed the motion in her peripheral; a subtle shift in the odd shadows, caused by the morning sunlight. It took her a whole second to realize the familiarity of the figure that stood on the far end of the room, far away, and by the time her mind and conscious thought pieced together that she wasn't alone in the room, Charles Pontiff had come barging into the area as well, a generous smile on his face. <br><br>"Good morning, Olivia!" he beamed, spreading his arms wide as he approached. "Early as always, and I didn't expect any less!"&nbsp; He approached the girl without hesitation, giving her a warm clasp upon the shoulder before turning to look at the very sight that had the girl in a catatonic hold. She was staring ahead, towards the bar where a man stood, returning her gaze with an expression that she couldn't quite place. She barely took notice of the casino owner, her eyes all but fixated on the man ahead. "I see you've already met mister Vandel. He just flew in from Albany to come and see what we've been up to in here." <br><br>To those words, Olivia finally managed to tear herself away from the sight of the stranger, and with slowly blinking eyes she shifted her attention to the casino owner. "What we've been up to..?" she repeated slowly, confoundedly. Charles laughed. <br><br>"The lights, dear child!" he explained in that peculiar patronizing way that she had not yet learned to appreciate. Charles Pontiff stepped away from the girl, crossing the room to get to the man - mister Vandel - instead. "Those works of art you've been fawning over ever since you set foot in here? Well, Jason here is the one who designed them, and now that they're all up he's come to admire his craftsmanship in all its glory. And you love it, don't you Jason?" he said amicably. Jason was treated to a - far less gentle - slap on the shoulder as well. "Yup," Charles sighed contently, "This is going to be a place of beauty." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 01:32:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/jTB8Eau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Castillo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388465#msg12388465)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:42pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: </strong>Grace<br><strong>Content:</strong> Growing very interested in the cute-blond. Bubbling over with excitement. Getting devious. <br><hr><br>Grace's surprise and subsequent goofy little smile were warmly amusing. Quite endearing. Reminding Anna of a young, fresh, Brasillian woman she had met early in her career here in this country. In fact, she had still been young and rather naïve herself. Their fling had been short lived, but never forgotten. It had been her first time with another woman. A unique experience to cherish. Too be reminded of that, was a plus in Grace's favor. Even if nothing happened outside of this party, Anna already knew she'd enjoy accompanying this lovely white-skinned lady. <br><br>“You do, you do,” Anna agreed good naturedly. Her shiny white teeth beaming as she grinned. <br><br>The calm, yet excited poise the woman radiated visibly and on that sub-conscious level, was strong and contagious. Not that Anna needed any prodding to feel the same. With such a great day and a great shoot done, and such a great party only having started, Anna would feel wired until the end. Probably crashing after, despite her excellent condition. Stuff like this was just too much goodness. Even good stuff was taxing. Oh well. She'd enjoy it to the max!<br><br>“Grace, nice name,” Anna complimented. A fitting name for such a classic beauty. Anna had spent plenty of time on the internet checking out other models. Looking into her competition, those whom she might model with, and those whom she could learn from. Many models, herself included, she felt had a more 'modern' look. A look defined and bred by modern standards. Then there were those who could probably fit into different time periods of the past. Without drawing crowds simply by walking down the street. Grace fit that mold nicely. Very attractive. Easily able to get any man or woman she wanted, but yet wouldn't be burdened by her looks.<br><br>When Grace called her an Amazon woman, Anna laughed. Pleased, amused, and growing to very much to like Grace. She'd been called an Amazon before. Generally from more simple folk or the more traditional models. Some of whom were intimidated by her. Even a few men had made the comment. Anna had learned early on, that there were still a lot of men in the world, who weren't entirely comfortable with a woman who was as strong as them. It had kind of bothered her at first, but after a few months, had passed. The culture she lived in, thankfully, were used to women like her. The men, and women, eagerly complimented her. Helped her with questions she had and were generally polite. There were the ego-jocks and the jerks (male or female), but Anna had realized, those types were anywhere in life.<br><br>Anna couldn't help but strike a pose (http://i.imgur.com/j0shxa6.jpg) and flex a little in response to the comment. Showing off some for the mousy little lady. Her hands rested on her hips, her arms flexed. Then she cocked her hip to the left. With her left knee jutting out partway. Her thighs equally flexed. Her eyes twinkled with merriment. Anna pursed her lips and made a smooching motion. Then popped her hand gently on her lips and blew a kiss to Grace. One of her signature's. Something she knew the guys and ladies alike, amongst her fan base, enjoyed. <br><br>“Amazon woman is me.” Anna struck a mock-cocky expression for several moments, then burst out laughing. Bending over some, as her hands slapped her kneecaps. “Thank you, though. I come from humble beginnings, so it feels nice to be compared to an Amazon.”<br><br>Anna beamed and did not fail to miss the way Grace checked her out. Anna stayed still to let the lady take the full 'lay of the land'. Anna was tempted to twirl around, so Grace could get a nice view of her backside, but felt that might make her seem ridiculously narcissistic. That or scare the lovely lady away. Grace would probably get to see her thong-'clad' ass and smooth arching back eventually. No need to be a self-indulgent chump about it.<br><br>“Nice isn't it?” Anna couldn't help but ask, after Grace had taken the visual tour. Despite her feelings from a breath ago. She'd tried not to sound like an egotistical jerk. Instead trying to keep it as friendly sounding as she could. If Grace hadn't tried to be subtle, then Anna imagined the comment at most, would just make Grace blush some more. “Don't be shy,” Anna prodded a little. Pointing her index finger out in a gentle poking motion.<br><br>Upon being asked about the shoot, Anna couldn't help but nerd out. “Oh my gosh, yes. It was my debut shoot for the company!” Her hands shot up in an excited motion. She even gave a little jump. Her bountiful breasts bounced up and then down as she landed. Jiggling for a few moments afterward. “I've been modeling in Brasil now for a few years. This is a huge break for me. They threw this party to attract attention to their brand. I really hope this shoot nets me some attention from even bigger companies.” Anna looked beyond genuine. She was ecstatic. Her eyes were alight with passion. Her smile was infectiously exuberant. Her whole demeanor oozed happiness.&nbsp; <br><br>“Oh don't worry about it,” Anna replied. Confident. “No invite necessary! Now that you are with me, the lady of the hour,” she grinned and winked. “I'll shoo away anyone who might try and be a nuisance to you. Despite this being my first shoot with the company, I know the crew. They are a popular freelance group that does lots of modeling work. I can even finagle us,” her tone dropped to a whisper as she leaned down to Grace. “a quick pass into a booth if you want.” Anna winked again. Grinning deviously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 03:12:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/leeminho4_zps6hoyvzok.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Qin Shirong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381696#msg12381696)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, U.S | 3rd February 2013, Sunday | 5. 00 AM-ish<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Markus | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pajamas (http://g03.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1_P7dLVXXXXcqXpXXq6xXFXXXM/Pyjamas-men-Pijama-Sexy-male-pajamas-Men-s-pajamas-spring-and-autumn.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Insert all sort of Cantonese swear words in here, mostly.<br><hr><br>When the doorbell rang and the sound carried over to his bedroom, the Chinese man had found himself waking up abruptly and he quickly grabbed his alarm clock to check the time. Seeing it was nearly 5 o'clock in the morning only made him curse out loud in Cantonese before he wondered on who the fucker be; especially to disturb him so early in the morning. He gathered his blanket to the side, slipping into his slippers before slowly dragging his feet over to the door of his apartment. He forewent picking his glasses and even didn't even stop to peek through the peephole camera to see on who his offender was.<br><br>In truth, he was very prepared to go all out in his irritation on the daredevil who dared to wake him up so early in his sleep as he opened the door with a mighty swing of his arm. Before Shirong could lash out with his wrath, he stopped himself as his pair of dark eyes were met with the view of a hard chest right in front of him.<br><br>It meant only one thing.<br><br>Sheer irritation and anger gave way as confusion replaced them and Shirong brought his gaze upwards to see the very familiar face of his best friend. He stared at the Canadian with a blank stare at first as the awkward silence lingered between them, but he eventually broke it as he spoke with a slightly hoarse voice, ".. Urgh.. Just come in." He didn't even offer any hesitance as he kept the door open for Markus and quickly noted the luggages he brought along. He didn't utter another word until the door was finally closed behind them and once it did, Shirong brought a hand up to slip his fingers through his dark hair.<br><br>"... Markus, why are you here?" As much as he was mustering a very calm tone with his voice, there was no denying that he was annoyed; especially with his eyebrows knitting together and the firm line his lips formed. He continued to berate his closest friend, "Had you forgotten the courtesy to.. well, <em>at the very least</em>, call me to inform me that you're coming? I could.. pick you up from the airport, or make myself look decent." Not that it mattered, especially when he was well aware that Markus had seen him in his worse really. There were only a very few who knew him very well despite Shirong usually had a very high wall surrounding himself. He wasn't the most sociable person nor was he the most nicest person around but it didn't meant he didn't treasure the very rare kind of friendship that he had with Markus.<br><br>But friendship wasn't enough to let Markus off so easily, but Shirong was kind enough to let the other man get himself comfortable in the living room, at the very least. ".. Please remove your shoes and put them in the cabinet over there. You know how it is," he instructed Markus, knowing his friend would understand on how strict Shirong was with his customs and culture. Nevertheless, it seemed that the Chinese man had made himself more than a decent life, especially with the posh-looking apartment (http://cdn.home-designing.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/06/Masculine-Two-Bedroom-Interior.jpg) he was staying at. He mostly kept the furniture and the design to the simple yet classy theme of black, though with hints of Chinese elements with some design pieces he chose himself to decorate the place.<br><br>Nevertheless, that was unimportant. What was important was to understand on why Markus was here, and even more, with the luggage he was carrying with him. "Explain yourself, like really. Other than that, you look like you've been to hell and just got back from there. What happened?" There was a hint of concern within his voice, but he never was one to really show his true emotions, ".. Other than that, you want a cup of coffee? Milk with no sugar like always, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 05:27:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awwwkwaaaard....<br><hr><br><em>So you’re a prostitute?</em><br><br>Silky winced. Her shoulder's slumped with... relief? She looked up at Wyatt with a rueful smile. "Well, that's not usually how I think of it, but yea, that's probably the easiest way to describe it." She shrugged. Really, Silky actually seemed more relaxed now that the truth was out. In hindsight, maybe she'd wanted to give herself away. It was a more comforting possibility than the thought that she had suddenly become terrible at lying. <em>'Too tired for bullshit...'</em><br><br><em>I’ll get y-you a r-refill,</em><br><br>"Thanks..." Silky stared into her coffee while he was gone, trying and failing to think of her next move. When Wyatt returned, he found Silky half asleep, her eyes closed and her head drooping towards the table. <br><br>She jerked slightly as the plate hit the table in front of her. "Wuh?" Silky blinked and shook her head. "Shit sorry. Umm, I didn't order..." She trailed off as Wyatt mentioned it was on the house. "Oh, uh, thanks?"<br><br>Silky eyed Wyatt suspiciously from across the dining area and poured maple syrup over her plate until the entire meal was swimming in a shallow puddle of liquid sugar. <em>'Did I hook him?'</em> she asked herself as she chewed on a piece of bacon. <em>'Nah, they can't prepare food that fast, so this was already ordered. Plus he's totally weirded out. Way to slut it up Silky.'</em><br><br>Silky continued contemplating Wyatt's possible motivations as she ate. <em>'Maybe he called Tac 6 and this is his way to keep me here?'</em><br><br><em>'That's stupid. You already wanted to stay here. Literally the only thing he had to do to keep you here is not throw you out.' </em><br><br><em>'Sure, but <strong>he</strong> might not have thought of that!'</em><br><br><em>'You're being paranoid. Shut up and eat your eggs.'</em><br><br><em>'Ok, one, they <strong>are </strong>out to get me, and two, I don't like eggs.'</em><br><br><em>'That's why you covered them in syrup stupid.'</em><br><br>Silky continued to eat, managing to only throw a few confused glances at Wyatt in the process.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 05:47:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NE5tRQFh6yhv8c_4_b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adektokunbo Ojore Zavimbi | Atlas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388244#msg12388244)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> EPRF's Mt. Fuji HQ | 08/2016 | 11:17pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> HackerMan (http://media.giphy.com/media/l41m3H0Jr8ZWmVdlu/giphy.gif), James<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting &amp; Linking Up<br><hr><br>HackerMan's fingers danced over his own keyboard, and his partner in crime Anon (https://66.media.tumblr.com/db6f084d0b21250f288adca5c2130237/tumblr_nqbjl3ypF51qavigdo1_250.gif) typed alongside him. They were the head of the EPRF's tech division, and with good reason. Not only were they keeping all other sources as well as Tac 6 at bay, they were making sure this new guy couldn't get any more information than they wanted him to have. Just enough to make him feel safe during the conversation. Zavimbi leaned back in his chair after typing his opening message, and then the response came. The person on the other end called him "The Herald of Truth". It was a bit <em>flowery</em> like he himself had said, but the explanation made sense. <br><br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">The Herald of Truth...it has a nice ring to it, and I completely understand the why behind the name. Mine for example, <em>Atlas</em>. He was the strongest of the Titans, and when the Gods defeated them in combat, he was cursed to bear the weight of the entire Earth on his shoulders, for all eternity. I am similar. A powerful Evolved, fighting for his people. Willing to bear the anger, hatred, and rage of the entire un-Evolved world if need be to bring justice to my kind. My shoulders are <em>very</em> heavy these days, Mr. Herald.</tt><br><br>&nbsp;It was his turn to pause, and then he continued. <br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">My organization has indeed been keeping an eye on you, as we do all we find who could aid, or harm our cause. I'm glad you're part of the former.</tt> <br><br>The last sentence turned the stone slab that was his face into a gentle grin. "Hehehehe. Our cause continues to grow, and allies continue to flock to our cause. Things are looking up, gentlemen. They are looking up indeed." Cracking his knuckles, he typed one final message and hit send.<br><br>&nbsp;<tt class="bbc_tt">Interest piqued, Herald. Name your price.</tt>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 08:43:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.telestar.fr/var/telestar/storage/images/media/images/2014/photos/2014-07-11-teen-wolf-5-choses-que-vous-ne-savez-pas-sur-tyler-hoechlin/tyler-hoechlin/258599-3-fre-FR/Tyler-Hoechlin_max1024x768.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> First meetings<br><hr><br>Max loved Prague as well, there was just something about the history of the city, and the tourists here were some of the most varied he'd seen in all of the places he traveled - there were people from every continent, and everyone seemed to wander around in wonder at the old architecture, the cobblestone streets, the castle up on the hill, and even the river that ran through the city.<br><br>But that scent he'd picked up on... he was positive he'd run into it before. But as he finally got his target within view it didn't seem to match up in his head. He eyed the darkish man a bit ahead of him in the street and tried to figure out <em>why</em> the Evo-scent seemed so familiar, but for the life of him he couldn't place it and the curiosity was really beginning to get to him.<br><br>Max turned a corner and hurried over and and up a street before eventually doubling back on the street where he'd been following his target, only this time walking the opposite direction. He pulled his jacket a little tighter around him and made sure not to stare too much or in a way that would give himself away. As they drew closer Max 'accidentally' let his shoulder smack into Kumiho's, a grunt escaping him as he stumbled a step.<br><br>Turning to face Kumiho he held both hands up apologetically. "Whoa, sorry," he said, flashing an apologetic smile at Kumiho before cocking his head to the side and staring at the man curiously, "Wait... have I met you somewhere before?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 09:04:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/polls/1067000/1067141_1341354244761_full.jpg?v=1341354343)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco (Bourbon and Branch) | April 18th, 2015 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting another Evo<br><hr><br>Max had to admit that he liked San Francisco quite a bit - and not just because of how gay friendly the city was, in fact to his taste things had maybe gone a little too far there, becoming a bit of a charicature, but he also knew that was probably just because he was getting older and had less patience. Still, the views were nice, the people were mostly nice, and unlike New York every street corner didn't smell like piss - in San Francisco is was only like two thirds of them.<br><br>He had walked through many of the shops down on the Embarcadero, not really finding anything that he cared to spend money on, and then had wandered a little further in away from the water, walking from shop to shop as he pondered how to spend the rest of his evening. The streets were a bit busy, the bars humming and thrumming, people partying. Max did love the energy of a big city when the work week was over, everyone looking to finally release all the pent up energy.<br><br>Up ahead he saw a small sign for Bourbon and Branch, a kind of off the wall bar he'd heard about and had recommended but never had a chance to actually check out. As he drew up to the door the place seemed packed, though he didn't particularly mind. Being around people was always good, especially - Max gave the air a brief sniff, glancing towards the door again - especially when there was another Evolved around. The scent thing always seemed a bit weird to him, since it wasn't <em>really</em> a smell, but it definitely reminded him of that. They all had a different smell, or a taste, or something kind of like both but also like neither.<br><br>Walking inside he wound his way through the various patrons and eventually made room for himself at the bar, squeezing between one guy who looked half drunk already and a couple that seemed more interested in sucking face than the drinks in front of him. Taking a seat, it wasn't long before the bartender noticed him and he flashed her a smile as his senses confirmed this was the one. <br><br>"Well," he said, "I hear you guys have some amazing rare whiskeys. What's your favorite?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 21:51:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%207_zpsvbxkwizk.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 04:35 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena/Nicole<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>I can show you the world</em><br><hr><br>To hear that Nicole - <em>Nicki</em> - was a teacher didn't come as too much of a surprise. In fact, Julianne found that she had made the assumption before the girl had even offered her response, although it gladdened her that apparently, Nicole's exterior and interior matched so seamlessly. Julie could only wonder if she was as in sync with her own heart's desires. "Canada, huh," she responded, although it was a rather hollow response. Julianne had never visited Canada before, although the beautiful wilderness and vast mountains carried an attraction that didn't deviate too much from the way she was so wholly drawn in by the South African savanna. "I've never been to America, north or south," she said, and it almost sounded like an apology. "So I'm afraid your accent is rather unfamiliar to me. If you'd said you live in California I would have believed it, too." Julie turned her eyes skyward for a moment, pretending to be pondering her own words. "In fact, I'm pretty confident that if you told me you were Mexican I'd just be wondering why you look so pale. I can be pretty gullible."<br><br>Her posture breathed an air of nonchalance, although it was more accurately a sense of feeling at home. Julie smiled absently, a subconscious mimicking of the one that Nicole had offered her first. It distracted her to the point where Julianne failed to absorb the explanation of just what Nicole had been up to these past few months, and she simply gazed, finding the girl's appearance an all too pleasant sort of mesmerizing. There was a wisdom in the way the girl held herself;&nbsp; a strange contrast between childlike inquisitiveness and knowing the intricate workings of the world around her. It made Julianne both want to reach for the girl's hand and show her the wonders of the South African wilderness, whilst simultaneously musing if the roles should not be reversed. There was a careful notion that this sweet looking dame could teach her a myriad things that Julianne could barely fathom. She liked that thought, almost so much that her mind failed to listen at <em>all</em> anymore. She nodded, lost in thought as Nicole coyly used having to fill in papers as an excuse to move on. "Way too much effort..." Julianne murmured, plucking at the loose creases of her combat trousers. <br><br>But then Nicole finished her playful monologue with a single phrase that reeled Julie right back into the here and now, and her dark blue eyes widened slightly, her pupils dilating as a subtle betrayal that the words did not leave her unaffected.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'd love to go wherever you'll take me, though," she had said, and no doubt was it intended far more innocently than Julianne was prone to interpret it as. Julianne found it nothing short of heartwarming to be given such faith, to find such unconditional willingness in someone she had only met minutes ago. It was in her nature to quip smartly about Nicole being awfully accommodating, or wonder out loud how on Earth she had made it this long if she so freely went along with strangers. But she just didn't have it in her; there was an innate feeling that assured her that, no matter who this girl turned out to be deep inside, she could never bring herself to betray the trust that Nicole had just given her. <br><br>A one-sided, quirky smile tugged at Julianne's rosy lips. It was faint at best but all the more sincere for it, and it was at this point that she slowly straightened her back, her hands retreating from their slack positions on the rough wooden table. "All right," she answered quite simply, never quite able to avert her eyes. More words were supposed to be forthcoming, but where ordinarily, Julianne was pretty eloquent - or chatty, rather - she was losing herself in more uninhibited staring to the point where the awareness of this becoming awkward rather quickly started to creep up on her. She shook her head in a barely noticeable gesture, creasing her nose like she was prone to before rather abruptly standing from her seat. <br><br>Julianne scraped her throat, glancing briefly to the side. The jeep still stood a street-and-a-half away, just out of sight. Surely they'd be loading up their supplies soon, and once they'd returned to the centre it would be several weeks before they'd venture this far out again. Likely Julianne would have returned to the wild park by then, but to pose the question that she knew she was about to felt far too bold. And yet, she had an inkling that she needed but ask for Nicole to come and she would follow. Just like she had said she would. <br><br>"Look, I need to go help with loading the food into the jeep." Julie leisurely swung her leg over the wooden bench, stepping further away from the table. "We'll be heading back to the sanctuary soon." <br><br>Her eyes flitted in brief anxiety to the street ahead, the general direction into which she would be heading soon. Julie reached for her backpack without looking, zipping it up slowly. "It will be a while before we return. It's a few hours drive back there and..." Julianne puffed up her cheeks. Was she really running scared? It wasn't like her to be afraid, let alone of someone who had shown herself to be nothing but friendly, kind and surprisingly eager to humour Julianne in her invitation. Perhaps that was the thing, though; somewhere Julianne couldn't quite believe that there was anyone else walking the planet quite so eager to just jump into the fray without worrying whether it was a good idea or not. <br><br>"I want you to come," she finally continued, and her voice had gained an adamant sort of plea. "Come with us to the sanctuary and I promise you will not regret it."<br><br>Julianne slung her bag over her shoulder, making it abundantly clear that she was about to leave. "I will be back in two hours. If you want to tag along then come meet me at the market before then, and make sure to bring your belongings.If you're not here then that's okay too, and I'll understand, I will!" Briefly she dipped her head, her straight strands of dark brown hair brushing along her cheeks. Julianne glanced up once more, purposely meeting eyes with Nicole then. "But I'd really like it if you came."<br><br>She didn't wait for an answer; Julianne spun around on her heels and paced off, the casual way in which she sauntered away from the girl belying how she truly felt. She really did hope Nicole would be insane enough to take her up on her offer. She could use a friend - a real friend. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 23:40:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> -<br><hr>There were about a hundred ways that their conversation could have gone. This was not one of the ones that he had really anticipated. Sure he figured there'd be some emotions, maybe some long chats about the shit they'd each been through... but this? This had not been anywhere on his list of potential out comes. Not in a bad way though, not in a god I don't want this kind of way. Rather it was just entirely unexpected – true randomness. That was something that he didn't get to experience often. Even with her, even on all of their little adventures that wasn't true true randomness. It was pseudo random at best. Miles was absolutely positive the moment he felt her lips brush his for the first time that this was not planned for, even though of, by her, before the moment that it had happened.<br><br>Truth be told Miles couldn't remember the last time he had felt that, that thrill of genuinely floating in life without any control; he loved it. His head rolled lightly against hers while she leaned there into him and he played back by slipping his arms about her waist and tugging her into him; his fingers laced at the small of her back to apply a steady pressure from his palms while his thumbs brushed testingly just a little north. “Maybe I don't wanna shut up.” He murmured.<br><br>Then he was left with the distinct... What now question. He could capitalize on this, take advantage of it and run with it. Which sounded like a great idea in the short term. Then there was the long term though – which wasn't something he made a habit of thinking of, but if this complicated what they already had that would be largely unbeneficial to his life. There was a distinct lack of desire to screw that whole thing up. Is this how normal people felt when they made choices? Weighing the pros and cons? The potentials? Doubting themselves in their actions? Miles very quickly came to the conclusion that whatever this was it was a shitty way to live and he wanted no more of it. “Come up to a guy and kiss him like that,” He continued, his lips smirking as he dragged them over hers, “You make him think that you might want this to go somewhere,”<br><br>His hands disconnected from one another and slipped back to her sides, each gripping at her hips and holding her, “Guy might think you were leading him onto something, hinting, you now about something you might want.” Admittedly Miles was not really good at the shutting up thing. "Sending kind of mixed signals with not screwing up... Our... <em>thing</em>." But none of it sounded much like a complaint. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 06:25:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> To much thinking, apparently. <br><hr>Their lips caressed, lingered and melded as his arms tucked around her, and she found herself enjoying that sensation – his arms around her. It hadn’t been something she always enjoyed – his hands on her – but it wasn’t something she typically enjoyed with <i>anyone</i>. This wasn’t instant; this wasn’t some silly romance novel about soulmates. This was something that grew over time, just like their trust for one another. She knew he was about as trusting as she was, she just took it to different extremes. So as he pulled her in closer, as she felt the heat of his exposed body mingling with her softer, more pliant form she couldn’t help but shudder at the cool chill that darted up her spine. She could feel the length of him against the flat of her tummy and for once in her life she found herself wanting to feel something more <i>solid</i>. He wasn’t quite aroused, Miles had more discipline than that and she knew it, but for once in her life she wanted to <i>destroy</i> a man’s discipline – this man’s discipline. <br><br>”Oh? A guy thinks suddenly?” She teased as a sultry little smirk toyed at her lips and in effect <i>his</i> as well. She released his ear, her hand finding the back of his neck to thread her fingers up through his hair instead.”A guy shouldn’t be thinking at all right now.” She murmured along his jaw, a slow climb of leisurely kisses eventually leading her lips to his ear. They parted, billowing cool air along the exposed canal as she cooed against it almost sullenly. ”Might make a woman think she was doin’ somethin’ wrong.” She feigned a pout before she caught the lobe between her teeth and slowly dragged them across his flesh until her hostage <i>popped</i> free. <br><br>”But,” Her hands released him and she leaned back as far as his grip would allow her too – which just so happened to arch her back in just the right way that those two large mounds upon her chest seemed to almost lift in presentation - a coy smile sliding sidelong as she gave a little shrug. ”If you’re worried about ruining our <i>thing</i>, we don’t have to continue.” And truth be told she firmly believed that. She didn’t want him to think he had to do a damn thing with her. ”I was just thinking that maybe this could sort of… you know, enhance it?” Hell, she wasn’t even entirely sure herself. ”I just know that I’d rather keep what we have than chance screwing it up.” Especially if he thought that was a distinct possibility. <br><br>The idea that he might actually be <i>serious</i> about her, even as a friend, wasn’t exactly something that had crossed her mind until today. So to have him spring that sort of personal question on her like he had, kind of threw her off like he probably hadn’t anticipated. Most things were a game to him. Hell, most things were a game to her when she was around him and honestly… The last thing she needed was to let someone into <i>that part</i> of her life only to have them brush it off like water, then flip around from one subject to another like it didn’t mean anything. If he really wanted to know more, he’d ask, and not in some vague little way that had her stirring up something to tell him just to satisfy that random fickle desire of his. He wasn’t serious about it; if he had been he would have poked further. Why should she just spill her guts on one of his whims? Why should she put herself <i>and</i> her sister in danger for a man that didn’t even want to be responsible for his own life?&nbsp; Why <i>did</i> she tell him <i>anything</i> in the long run anyways...? <br><br>”I also think you need to stop being a dirty tease unless you plan to take it somewhere.” That smile broadened into one of her famous shit-eating grins as she pointedly glanced downward to where their hips met and conveniently hid his ‘junk’. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>17-06-2016, 15:28:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Another day, Another dollar<br><hr><br><em>How would you describe it?</em><br><br>The question stood at the tip of his tongue, threatening to force itself into existence, when she rebuffed the more traditional term given to those within her profession. He did not dare speak it, realizing he had overstepped his bounds about a million times within their conversation. Still, the photographer, within him, sought to capture the truth, vulnerable and oftentimes ugly, rather than the battered but resilient exterior. Silky was not one of his projects and he would not treat her as such, doing so would only result in her being creeped out by him. <br><br>Wyatt retreated from her after he slid the plate of steaming breakfast food onto the table, heading back to position himself atop one of the empty wooden stools nearest to the kitchen. He mostly fiddled with his phone, playing Candy Crush and failing miserably, as he kept a somewhat attentive eye on the store. The night continued to be a dead one with customers more immersed in each other than intent on constantly beckoning him over to refill their half emptied cups. <br><br>Though he could feel the brute force of her eyes upon him, Wyatt intentionally kept his gaze away, glancing in every direction but hers. The minutes ticked by slowly before one of his co-workers ambled through the door, bringing the winter chill in with them. He then headed over to clock out for the night, suddenly feeling the weight of his exhaustion upon his shoulders, and also grabbed his winter coat. Before he abandoned the restaurant, he made a quick detour over to Silky’s table. Silence permeated between them.<br><br><em>Say something.<br>&nbsp;<br>Anything.</em><br><br>“How m-much?” He blurted out the question, a little too loudly, and consequently the little amount of people within the restaurant turned in his direction. <br><br><em>Couldn't think of any better way, could you?</em> He wanted to melt into the floor. <br><br>“I mean, do you want to come home with me? Just to hang out and stuff. You don't have to! I mean, I d-don't really have much. A few movies. Maybe even some board games.” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 01:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> -<br><hr>Alas they found themselves at a cross roads of what to do. One path kept them on the same path that they had been on. It kept them together as whatever it was that they were before all of this, and changed nothing. It risked nothing. The other road was something else and took them into unknown territory. It risked everything. Miles was someone who thrived on risk, doing dumb things that lead to situations that he could not anticipate. That was his life. This was decidedly different though and he couldn't stop that nagging feeling that something about this just wasn't right. Not because he didn't want it, not because she had done anything wrong, but because of him. Because of who he was.<br><br>“I never say no to sex,” He said with a little laugh, his brow furrowing. Miles leaned his head back, pulled away from hers, so he was staring up once more into the bright sky. He never said no, but the truth was that Miles didn't know what it was to be in a relationship with someone. He was more the hit and quit it type. It came with the territory of moving around like he did. He could count the constants in his life on one of his hands, and she was one of them. That meant something, both to him and to her and the threat of jeopardizing that was not a pleasing one to consider. With her pressed all up against him, offering, he also had to wonder why he was considering anything at all. She was right in that he shouldn't be thinking.<br><br>“I don't,” He started, trying to find the appropriate words for what he needed to say. “I don't know how to be... Not me.” That didn't sound the way he wanted it too. Miles felt like this needed to have meaning, to be something between them. It would enhance it, sure, and he was on board with that idea. Would it change it though? Would it take them somewhere else... Because this wasn't a one time fling, this was an evolution of things that had come before and a tone setter for things to come ahead. “You're killing me right now.” He grumbled and released her sides. He took a very slow, very hesitant step backwards. “This...” He motioned between the two of them, “In a heart beat, you realize that, right?” He groaned. There was want there. That much couldn't be argued.<br><br>“But... But... It's one thing to ask me to come when you need me,” He started, trying to figure out how to say this without demonizing himself, “But I'm not... I don't know how to be, more?” He licked at his lips, anxiously. This made sense in his head, but he had the distinct feeling that his words were not doing it justice. “It can't be... More then this. Because I don't know how to do that.” That also sounded worse then he wanted it to. He squinted, aggravated with himself at this point.<br><br>His cheeks puffed and he blew out a long, exasperated stream of air, “I'm going to hurt you.” He said, finally. “Unless you know what you're getting into, I'm going to hurt you because that's what I do. And you're important, and I want to avoid that. Which I get I'm failing at here, but better a sting then a cut eh?” He shrugged a little and took another step back. “I feel like I need a speech writer...” He trailed, reaching up to rub his face, only to speak from behind his palm, “Just uh... Wow. Fuck.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 03:02:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5GjR5qs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> James Martinez (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388433#msg12388433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Jose, California | August, 2016 | 11:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Zavimbi (Closed)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Cementing the deal<br><hr><br>Zavimbi's hackers would notice that the one who had penetrated their security, had gone largely idle. The Herald's hacker had done his job. He'd only breached as much of the EPRF's security, as had been necessary, to gain The Herald this meeting. However, the hacker remained on standby to keep the link open and to prevent any third parties from tracking James.<br><br><em>“Eloquent. I like it,”</em> Herald replied. <em>“Atlas is a fitting name.”</em><br><br>To the bit of keeping an eye on him, James wasn't at all surprised. Tac 6 itself, as well as numerous government agencies, were undoubtedly keeping an eye on all of his work. Trying their damnedest to figure out who he was. So they could arrest him, or at the very least, shut him down. The glorious thing about the internet, and especially having hacker allies, is even the government with all its power, couldn't compete. Politics was light years behind in the game. Always would be. Bureaucracy, by its very nature, would never be able to keep up. Every time it made an advancement, by the time that advancement came, it was already out of date. <br><br>Now groups like Tac 6, they were still a threat. Independent organizations, often had much more freedom and capability to keep up with the blistering rate of change. James didn't know how tied to the governments political mechanisms Tac 6 was. Thus he couldn't fully judge if they were as advanced as they could be or were held back. Either way, James wouldn't be playing around. Thus, why, he went to extremes to ensure his identity never became compromised. <br><br>His hacker friends and their hacker friends, were young (some around his age, others younger), fresh, and on the cutting edge. He didn't question their skill, knowledge, and wisdom on such things as technology, the internet, and all the tactics and techniques employed within their trade. He did as they instructed, and so far, they'd kept him safe. They'd enabled him to be a voice for the voiceless. For that, he was grateful.<br><br><em>“As is everyone else,”</em> Herald replied. <em>“I am sure Tac 6 and their sponsors, would love nothing more than to shut me down. Voices like mine as water seeping into the cracks. Eventually, the crack spreads and the rock shatters.”<br></em><br><em>“Now, as for payment. I don't want money. If I did this for money, it would dilute my message. Make me appear as nothing more than a mercenary for the cause. Liable to switch sides the moment a bigger payday offered itself up. Perhaps this might exhilarate you or make you suspicious. But, it is the truth. What I may request, is a favor from time to time. Hopefully, nothing burdensome. I do not wish to hinder such a worthy cause, as yours. Yet, having a friend such as you, might prove useful in times of need.</em><br><br><em>“Do we have a deal?”</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 07:59:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Awwwwwwkwaaaaaaaaard....<br><hr><br>Once it was clear that he was keeping his distance for the moment, Silky scarfed down the rest of the food with the alacrity of someone who thought they might lose it at any moment. Her stomach grumbled at her for stuffing it so quickly. A bit of a novelty really. Her stomach seemed to have less and less to say all the time. She thought it might have something to do with her powers, when she bothered to think about it at all anyway.<br><br><em>'Uh oh, he's getting his coat. Looks like he's leaving...'</em> It wasn't really a surprise, but her heart sank a little just the same. He seemed to tolerate her at least. His replacement might not be so accommodating. <em>'Wait, no, he's coming over! This is our last shot, arm puppy dog eyes and set misery to full!'</em><br><br>He just stood there, looking awkward for what seemed like ages. Silky didn't really <em>like</em> the pity-play, but the days where her likes and dislikes played a major part in how she managed to survive were long past.<br><br><em>How m-much?</em><br><br>Silky winced, more at the volume than the question itself. <em>'Geez, didn't expect him to be that forward about it.'</em> She cleared her throat, the spoke in a conversational tone that just happened to be loud enough for other's in the restaurant to hear, "Well I don't usually do commissions when I'm travelling, but I can come look at your place and give you a quote on time and materials."<br><br>She grabbed her sweater and gulped down the last dregs of her coffee. She was exhausted, but the all the sugar and caffeine she'd downed in the past half hour would probably get her to whatever hole in the wall Wyatt called home. <em>'I hope he has a shower...'</em> Silky scooted out of the booth and pulled her extra sweater back on, sidling up to Wyatt and murmuring so only he could hear. "Wyatt, you get me a hot shower and I'll 'hang out' as long as you want.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 13:17:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7f/36/ab/7f36ab980d4c3cee5e4de335571c10b5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #2, aka, Nicole.<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Packing, meeting up. </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Nicole was at a loss when she learned that Julie had not touched either America, and it showed. Not that she was shocked, or totally flabberghasted, but she was mildly surprised, and she even chuckled at the woman's response as a whole. It was a unique situation and it made her honestly happy. It wasn't everyday you met someone who looked so similar who'd been to entirely different places than you had, especially when it seemed there may be so many similarities beyond that. Nicole shook off any feelings of awkwardness like a duck does water, all smiles, and totally showering Julie with her attention in those quiet moments after she'd confessed she'd go wherever Julie was willing to lead her. She'd sat there looking at the woman with a mix of expectations and hope in her eyes, as if she'd gambled confidently and was waiting for it to pay off, perhaps. There were no second-thoughts or immediate regrets, but she felt even more confident of her wager when that adorable smile tugged on Julie's features. It was cute, and as the woman straightened her back, Nicole knew it was <em>business time.</em> So she waited for the woman to speak - to spill some infalliable truth or story about where they would go, and how glorious it would be. Instead, all she got back was a simple <em>all right</em>, and while it was less than expected, Nicole found herself being just sort of looked at.<br><br>It was pleasant. She liked the attention, and perhaps her posture and otherwise even <em>perked up</em> a little extra, sweet smile still worn.<br><br>And then Julie stood, which left Nicole staring right at her mid-section for a lingering moment before her eyes roamed up to the woman's face. She was still filled with expectations, and the hope of adventure. It was slow to come, as if Nicole had to <em>earn</em> it by somehow playing it cool when all she wanted to was have her hand grabbed before being led off. Soon enough, Julie's lips parted - Nicole would know, she was staring - the invitation was offered. She thought, anyways, but... It wasn't exactly one, and it didn't dawn on her immediately it was just the <em>beginning</em> of the invitation. This was the part where Julie explained that she needed to go, and that left Nicole with her head cocked and eyes resting on Julie, still waiting.<br><br>Still expecting, too. Nicole didn't know why, but she sort of felt like it was some weird sort of fate, like she'd opted to eat here instead of where she'd been staying for once on just the right day at just the right time, like she'd come here for more of a reason than the fact Elena had read about South Africa extensively in college, and... Julie'd continued on, talking about how far a trip it was. Nicole didn't care. About any of it. Why would she? She had the means to escape any situation - or so she was convinced - no matter which type of escape was needed. Physical, monetarily, otherwise.. She was pretty confident everything would be okay. So she just sat there, akin to a loyal puppy waiting for the word <em>walk.</em> Thankfully she was eternally patient - well, to a point; she could never accept inaction - and before long, Julie asked.<br><br>Or pleaded? Regardless, the way the words came out made Nicole laugh, and instead of answering, she simply stood - slowly, leisurely, and without removing her eyes from the woman - all the while listening to Julie's instructions as her hands came to rest along her sides. When Julie gave her that last, pointed glance, Nicole had met her eyes, too. Gazed into them maybe, all smiles and as silent as Julie may have expected, then moments later, the woman was gone. It left her with a lot to think about, and some part of her mind found itself seeking out advice from <em>the others.</em> Not about if she should go, but what she should take with her. Should she pick up a few new things from the locals before going? Was it worth taking <em>everything?</em> Would Julie's clothes fit her? That last one made her giggle, and that brought her back to reality. She'd zoned out there - for lord knows how long - just totally lost in a complicated, totally mental conversation with herself, standing there with the backs of her legs against the bench. Blinking a few times to try to clear her head, Nicole set off back towards her quarters, the checklist in her mind forming quickly and being narrowed down far more slowly. It wasn't until she'd checked her watch that she began to hurry and fully set aside the daydreaming, which allowed her to get back, pack, and say some brief goodbyes before having to hurry back to the market.<br><br></span></span><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>Packing had taken her much longer than expected - and so had the goodbyes. In the end, she'd ended up leaving quite a bit behind for those who'd been so kind to host, and feed her for many of her day's worth of staying. Trinkets and such mostly, her extra journal and pen, a scarf - as the woman's daughter had fallen in love with it, despite how the heat rendered it nearly non-essential, and surprisingly a pair of her socks had gone missing. She had no idea where, or why, but that was another one of those 'I don't care' categories for the woman. They could've taken far more without getting under her skin, and she was just honestly happy the essentials were there. Her laptop - a device that was <em>thoroughly</em> dead, as charging it reliably had been nigh impossible for her, for a variety of reasons - her main journal, her rough-and-rugged, rather simplistic cellphone that boasted impressive endurance, signal, and GPS but lacked in any luxury features beyond that. More importantly, deep down inside, it was her underthings she was most happy to find fully accounted for. Her host had four sons and a daughter - to say the least, she felt lucky.<br><br>What hadn't made it was any of the candy or other snacks. Those had all stayed, and so did her second backpack. It seemed like a sorely needed convenience item, and so she'd almost felt obligated to leave it behind.<br><br>That left her with the hiking backpack she had left, and her messenger bag, both of which were settled squarely on her little frame and made her look a little like a loaded down mule. By the time she arrived at the market proper, it was almost six-thirty squarely, and everything was alive. People around her conversed loudly, movement was so common everyone seemed ever-shifting, and Nicole felt like nearly everyone who lived in this place was in attendance - or atleast half. It still didn't take her long to meander through the crowd, her eyes scanning until she located a particular vehicle that stuck out: a jeep. Slowly she came to stand parallel to it, dressed now in a grungy looking band t-shirt, the soft cotton black and the screenprint so old it'd peeled off to hardly being recognizable. It looked like some 80's metal band shirt, judging by what was left of the graphic - which wasn't much - and the rest of her attire was pretty simple. Boots, jeans, and draped over her messenger bag seemed to be a lightweight, dark grey sweater.&nbsp; <br><br>Nicole stuck out like a sore thumb, just as Julie did when she finally saw the woman enter her view among a screen of others. The blonde didn't rush over, or come sneaking up nonchalantly. Instead, she simply stood there, obviously prepared to leave and smiling like a big idiot. It didn't take her too many moments of standing still (and staring,) before she made her way through the market's crowd to approach the jeep, which helped close the distance between them considerably. Once standing next to the vehicle, she looked at Julie, her cheeks rosy from rushing over, and her body rocking on her heels ever so slightly. "Surprised to see me?" she asked playfully, eyes narrowing just a bit, "I truly hope not. How ever could I not show up after how sweetly you'd asked? <em>And</em> your promises?"<br><br>Nicole grinned - perhaps a little deviously - and it was all because she enjoyed how much Julie had done to convince her, even if it'd been unneeded. She even liked the woman's promise, though Nicole wasn't sure she'd be upset if it wasn't as great as expected overall. She had low expectations, and high hopes. Besides... Part of the enjoyment of it all was being spontaneous, and another large part was about connecting with another human-being who might share some interests, and, even if they didn't... Well, Nicole was well aware sometimes the differences were even more pleasing than the similarities. As Julie spoke, Nicole hooked her fingers in the straps of her bags, and then offered them one by one out to Julie, so that the woman could settle it all among the supplies and otherwise. Unsurprisingly, as the woman spoke, she had Nicole's undivided attention, and the petite blonde's posture was just as rigid as it'd been at the bench. Impeccable, to the point it may have been practiced, yet it seemed to require her no effort at all to maintain.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 16:25:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/evolved%20char%207_zpsvbxkwizk.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 06:38 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena/Nicole<br><strong>Content:</strong> Packing up and getting ready to leave<br><hr><br>The dark-skinned ranger handed the final crate over to Julianne; it was filled to the brim with mango's, causing the girl to stagger under the weight. <em>"Jy weet wel wat jy weg gee,"</em> she complained in heavily accented African. "And they say chivalry is dead!"&nbsp; It only earned her a toothy smile from Beaunard though, and without a trace of shame he stacked a few more pieces of fruit on top. <br><br>"You had plenty of time to rest while we worked," he commented dryly. "You earn the same pay as us, so you can work just as hard as everyone else." <br><br>It was really something Julianne couldn't argue with, and rather than trying she merely shrugged - for as much as the heavy load allowed it - and turned away from the somewhat pitiably looking supermarket, back to the jeep. It had gotten significantly more crowded in the past hours on the sandstrewn streets of the modest township, and she had to weave her way through the people, all of which unabashedly watched the girl almost buckle under the weight. Of course, some of them did offer to help - plenty did - but Julie was a stubborn girl and she wasn't going to let one crate of food get the better of her. And besides, she didn't want to arrive at the jeep too early. It was the final crate of supplies; in a good fifteen minutes they'd be setting off and it would be a long time before they'd be heading back into town again. Julie found herself spying her surroundings, a subtle anxiety betraying that she wasn't as laidback about her trip as she usually would be. The locals were curious and friendly, but for once they could not keep her distracted; all Julie was doing was looking for the pale vision that she'd invited to tag along. Of course, she didn't actually <em>expect</em> Nicki to show up - that would be way too outrageous, right? - and yet she felt a frail hope that she would find her hidden in the crowd somewhere. That hope gradually dwindled as she neared the vehicle though, grunting none too gracefully as the weight of the box in her arms was starting to get the better of her. <br><br>"Oi, Raymond!" she panted, her eyes somewhat worriedly glancing at the man who stood at the back of the jeep, rearranging the contents. Returning would be a somewhat more cramped endeavour, although it was hardly the worst manner in which Julianne had ever travelled (for one, there weren't any chickens involved). She just about managed to get the crate shoved up on the side, and although the look of amusement at her expense was blatant, Ray did crouch down and relieved her from the cargo. <br><br>"You need to work up some muscle, little girl!" he grimaced. "Do you need me to lift you into the jeep as well, or will you manage?" <br><br>Julie did not dignify that with an answer; instead she pulled a face and wiped her sweaty hands clean onto her light coloured pants. "We're not leaving just yet," she said, which was only true because her clear dawdling. Despite their nonchalant behaviour the group was clearly ready to get going; considering the distance they'd still be travelling they couldn't afford to linger much longer. <br><br>"Ah, your new friend," Roy grinned. "Are you sure you didn't dream her up? The sun can be pretty hard on you Europeans." <br><br>"She's real," Julie replied softly, and she turned around, allowing her arms to rest in a more leisurely pose by her sides. "I just don't know if... er..." Her voice trailed off as her eyes caught sight of a golden-haired apparition, hidden in the crowd. Though she stood out like a snowman in the jungle, it took Julianne a moment to recognize Nicki for who she was. Her attire was drastically different; she looked every bit the part of a young backpacker that, in the grand scheme of things, made an awful lot more sense. Which didn't take away that Julie had thoroughly liked the way Nicole had been dressed before. This reminded her of home though, and not so much the estranged relatives, the materialistic tendencies or the conservative habits. She reminded her of the part of her adolescent life that had been <em>fun</em>, and if Nicole hadn't already managed to persuade Julie into wanting to take her along by presence alone, then this would have definitely done the trick. <br><br>Julianne couldn't help but light up at the sight; a grin that didn't go entirely unnoticed by her peers lit up her features as she waved, carefully at first but with increasing abundance. She didn't wait until Nicole had arrived at the vehicle; with a bounce in her step she skipped forward, stepping in beside her, taking one of the pieces of luggage she carried before the girl could even think of protesting. "You came!" she beamed, a fraction of a second before realizing she sounded a bit too excited about that fact. So much for seeming casual, but truth of the matter was that Julianne couldn't really bring herself to care. She wasn't even sure what she liked best about this; the fact that the girl had actually decided on a whim to jump ship and set off on a whole different sort of adventure, or that she had done so at Julianne's beckon, without a shred of doubt to her actions. <br><br>"Heh, I can't believe you actually came," she corrected herself. Julie suppressed the urge to hug the girl, realizing it was maybe a bit too forward. That hesitation lasted only a&nbsp; moment though, then she decided she was just too friggin' happy to see her, and Julie grabbed the girl in a tight embrace, her harms wrapped around Nicki's shoulder for just a second. It didn't seem to unnerve her though; if anything, Nicole looked amused. <br><br><br>"Surprised to see me?" she asked playfully, eyes narrowing just a bit, "I truly hope not. How ever could I not show up after how sweetly you'd asked? <em>And</em> your promises?" It was all Julie needed in terms of encouragement, and she gladly jumped up onto the jeep before turning around to offer her hand to their newest volunteer. God, she really hoped that working at the sanctuary paid little more than food and a place to sleep. Perhaps she should have mentioned that beforehand. <br><br>"I won 't let you down,"&nbsp; Julie promised. ""I couldn't if I tried." Julie's arm muscles tensed as Nicki hopped inside. Finding a spot to sit was tricky business; by no means could this journey be deemed safe or comfortable. Julianne figured Nicki wasn't one to easily complain though, and so they sat wedged between a wooden chest and a big bag of potatoes, hoping that the stacks of supplies wouldn't, at any given moment, collapse on top of them. "It's not exactly first class," Julie offered by manner of apology. "But it'll be worth it, promise.” <br><br>It wasn't long after that before the vehicle set in motion, causing the jeep to roar and shake almost violently. Julie cast Nicki an encouraging grin; it was all she could do, as the noise had instantly become too loud to talk over. Introductions - Raymond and his pal had joined them on opposite side of the back of the jeep - would have to wait for now, which was just as well; Julianne couldn't deny that she was quite content merely sitting here, shoulder by shoulder, the tactile sensation perhaps sharing more than words even could. It was reassuring, strangely familiar and yet making her a little nervous at the same time. Part of her wanted to apologize without knowing why; the other half to Julianne was quite happy to just stay there. And it wasn't altogether surprising that after several minutes she, in spite of the incessant drone (or because of it), nodded off, and the pluspart of the journey she was getting some much-needed shuteye. <br><br>It wasn't until they were nearing the care centre that Julianne startled back into awareness once more, and only because the jeep was crossing the dreaded bridge that allowed them to reach the other side of the wild river that flanked their rehabilitation centre. A little dazed Julie stared ahead, then to her right, at which point her eyes grew significantly wider. Her mind still had trouble accepting the presence of Nicole for truth, although there was no denying that a little jolt of happiness coursed through her at the realization that she was actually here. <br><br>"Looks like we're almost here," she murmured, then leaned in to Nicki in an attempt to actually make herself heard. "See the gates there? It's one mile left from here." Julie groaned as her limbs all seemed to protest to her moving, then pulled herself into an upright position all the same. This close to the centre the jeep had slowed down significantly; in part because of the animals, in part because sunset was upon them by now and the encroaching darkness made the road far more treacherous. It did have the wonderful advantage that the noise was significantly less overwhelming, and the breeze that rolled over the plains was surprisingly refreshing. Julie, whilst standing, briefly closed her eyes, welcoming the sounds, the smells and the atmosphere of the wilderness around them. "You have about a minute," she said, her voice now softer. "And if you don't love this place by then, you've made a big mistake coming here." Julie turned her head, her eyes fluttering open, the warmest of smiles on her lips. "I can't imagine how you wouldn't though."<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Premier</strong> on <strong>18-06-2016, 20:59:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fullhdpictures.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/Eva-Green-Photos-HD.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Colette Delcroix<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Marseille, France | June 10th, 2014 | Around Noon<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Natasa Kalashnikov<br><strong>Content:</strong> Beachside Cafe Cooldown<br><hr><br>Marseille was lovely this time of year, the wind blowing in fresh sea air and helping to take the edge of the beating noon day sun. It was a time for cool drinks, lazing in the shade and watching the day go by. <br><br>Colette was certainly up for all of that, she'd arrived during Festival de Marseille the big dance, music and film festival of the year and taken the place rather by storm when she'd really turned a rock concert properly metal with swarms of bats, rats and even a few wolves that she'd had to bring in by van. It'd been totally worth it, she had to give it to the band that they'd managed to roll with it and keep on playing, but it was possible they were so out of their mind on drugs that this didn't seem out of sorts to them. <br><br>The panic had drawn a lot of attention, enough that even the film event crews had rushed to come see the choas, only to realize half their reels of up and comings were missing when they returned. She was going to make a killing and had found out that with a help of a particularly fat cat a dog really can drive a van.<br><br>However that hadn't been the only spectacle, it'd turned out once people realized she was robbing the event and not backing it the crowd had stepped up to help. In particular one woman who'd proved to be a rather troublesome wrinkle in the whole thing. But what showgirl didn't mind a little bit of a curveball in the performance! So it was the day after she'd hunted her surprise show partner down to a bar along the sea front, where she appeared to be trying to drink the entire place dry judging by the small forest of empty bottles near her.<br><br>Adjusting a straw hat and letting her sky blue floral print dress billow a bit as she walked into the bar, she grabbed the bar stool right next to Natasa and had to bite her lip to stop herself from giggling as she lent to the side and said. <br><br>"So, can I buy you a drink?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 00:38:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/Liv%2006-08-2017_zps960drpv0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, Nevada |&nbsp; April 14, 2013 | 02:25 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara | [Alex] <br><strong>Content:</strong> Business as usual<br><hr><br>For the third time in the past five minutes Liv shrugged his hand off her shoulder, this time making an effort to roll her eyes as well. She'd been hunched over her sketchbook, perched upon one of the bar stools that stood along the counter of the <em>Thick as Thieves</em>, the tattoo shop where she'd been hired not a year ago. Alex was hovering nearby, not even bothering to pretend that he respected her personal space, or that he took 'no' for an answer. Which sounded significantly more severe than it was; all he had been doing was plucking at the bandage that sat wrapped around her upper arm, covering half of the area between her elbow and her shoulderblade.<br><br>"Seriously, Alex? You of all people should know better than to want to ruin the healing process." Olivia shrugged her pink strands of hair back over her shoulder, a gesture that was proven utterly useless as she immediately hunched over her latest piece of work; a complicated design of <em>Theseus and the Minotaur</em> that had been haunting her mind ever since she'd picked up one of her books on the classic Greek stories again. Unfortunately, she wasn't given any respite, and the twenty-odd year old guy adamantly rounded the counter until he stood on opposite side of it. His hand flattened against the sketch, which earned him a look of angered disapproval, one that Alex had learned to heed over the past year and a half. <br><br>"It <em>needs</em> to be covered for twenty-four hours, a marker that passed exactly thirty-three minutes ago. And since I'm the artist who applied your tattoo, you should listen to my expert advice and show me my creation." <br><br>A skeptical look was cast his way. "It was my design," Liv replied dryly. <br><br>"Yep, but I put it in ink." <br><br>"On <em>my</em> arm." She looked impatient now; there was one time where you didn't want to disturb the girl and it was when she was in the middle of a creation. Olivia was an artist in every sense and once she was engrossed in working up a new design she could react rather... poorly, for lack of a better word. The only reason she hadn't properly lashed out at Alex yet was because he was her colleague, and her roommate <em>and </em>her closest friend here in Vegas. He'd built up quite a lot of credit with the girl and so she made another effort to keep her cool, although she couldn't help sighing somewhat dramatically. "Why are you so impatient, anyway? Tattoos don't go anywhere, Alex. You'll have the rest of your life to fawn over your handiwork." <br><br>Now Alex leaned over, his elbows leisurely resting on top of the surface. "You know why," he said enigmatically, which elicited a look of alarm from his friend. <br><br>"Shut up," she warned him, her voice significantly lowered. Liv spied her surroundings; she had no reason to believe anyone was either listening in or able to make any sense of what they were talking about, but she worried regardless. "I'm not going to use it." She gestured dismissively with the pen in her hand. "Not anytime soon, at least." <br><br>"Why not? You scared?" <br><br>"<em>No</em>. Just... cautious." <br><br>To this, Alex craned his head back, a sardonic smile widening on his lips. "Oh come on, Liv! How do you not want to try this right away? If I were you--" <br><br>"Well you're not," she interrupted. "So if you could just skedaddle and let me do my thing, then I'd be ever so grateful." <br><br>"Fine. <em>Fine</em>. But at least let me see it again." <br><br>"Will it get you off my back?" <br><br>"Never. I really like your back. But it'll help?" <br><br>Liv wrinkled her nose, but it was clear that she relented, if only because she leaned back in her seat and glanced to her arm before tentatively reaching out to the tape that kept the white bandage in place. With all the reverence of someone about to uncover an ancient treasure she began to peel at the sticky material, hissing slightly as a few too many hairs were pulled out in the process. "The things I do for you," she hummed as she carefully revealed her latest addition to the various tattoos that adorned her body. This was the third one; a tribalesque depiction of a flying hawk in the process of grabbing its prey, entirely in black ink. It had been a longrunning project of Olivia, a design that had been worked on for many hours before reaching a level of perfection that she felt satisfied with. And the result was stunning, if she may say so herself. Alex sure seemed to agree, judging by the way he was fascinatedly staring at the reddened skin on her bicep. Liv suspected that it wasn't so much the sight of the tattoo itself that had him enthralled as much as what it implied, though. Ever since she had confided in him about the powers she possessed he had been feeding her one idea after the next. This was the first one she had agreed with, however, even if Liv couldn't quite picture her soaring above the Las Vegas skyline just yet. It was a grand idea, but whether it was practical remained to be seen. She couldn't deny being at least a little excited about it all, though. <br><br>"There, are you happy now?" she said a little moodily. He shrugged halfheartedly in return, although Alex never quite averted his eyes. <br><br>"I will be once we tested it. Are we heading into the desert tonight?" <br><br>Decisively, Liv stood from her seat and grabbed the crumpled up bandage to throw into the bin. She closed the sketchbook; she clearly wasn't going to be allowed the time or space to concentrate on drawing today. "Not likely," she replied curtly. "Maybe next week, the way my arm is feeling right now I'd be flying with one lame wing. I think I can do without the extra handicap." <br><br>It was at this point that the sound of the door opening could be heard from the front of the store. Alex and Olivia exchanged a brief look after which the latter turned and made her way out of the back office. She glanced at the calendar in passing, but there were no appointments at this time. Not that it meant much; most of the people in the city showed up unannounced and so she wandered into the front of the parlor, fully expecting to find a tourist standing near the entrance, looking a little lost whilst trying to figure out if they wanted a <em>butterfly</em> or a <em>dolphin</em> tattooed on the inside of their wrist or their ankle. Tourists generally weren't the most original folk.<br><br>A polite smile softened Olivia's features before even locating the new customer. "Welcome to Thick as Thieves," she said routinely. "Anything I can do you for?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 10:08:09</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, CA | March 8, 2014 | Early Evening <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Markus <br><strong>Content:</strong> A job offer.<br><hr>It wasn't in M's nature to be impolite or assumptive while doing his job; instead of letting himself into Markus' apartment when the man was away, he simply waited outside the door. He didn't lean or slouch, he didn't touch the walls, he didn't sit, he just stood there. His eyes covered by the trade mark extra dark lenses peered down the hallway towards the elevator that lead up to this floor – he didn't expect Markus to take the stairs, but who knew, either way he'd end up here. M had taken up a position just in front of and slightly off to the side of the door leading inward.<br><br>His hands were both wrapped around the handle of his fancy metal – government looking – briefcase that he held in front of himself. His suit was nice, not CEO worthy but clearly high class. If someone wanted to take a guess a federal agent was pretty close to what he looked like, but he didn't seem the have that trade mark ear piece that came with such agents. He was also alone, so unlikely a member of Tac 6. Still he was polished, official looking. Maybe a business men of some sort, too well dressed to be a salesmen of any kind.<br><br>Thin lips curled into a smile when he finally saw Markus enter the hall, “Mr. Lofgren,” He paused and frowned, “I'm sorry, am I saying that right? I had to get someone else to say it for me, but I still feel like I'm screwing it up.” He took a couple steps away from the door and let the briefcase fall into one hand and to his side, “Can I just call you Markus? I think I can manage that one.” His free hand was lifted up and extended for a shake, should the man decide to come.<br><br>“My name is, well you can call me M, and I'm here to talk to you about a potential business arrangement. One that will help you do the very...” He smiled again, “Special work that you do.”<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 10:39:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/qWqNTXg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Las Vegas, Nevada |&nbsp; April 14, 2013 | 02:25 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Olivia Moretz<br><strong>Content:</strong> Nursing a hangover<br><hr>Ugghhhh! Las Vegas was to <i>hot</i>. To hot and to damn bright – which was kind of funny coming from someone like her. If she weren’t nursing the massive hangover currently beating at her dehydrated brain like a jackhammer, brightness wouldn’t be an issue. Not with her abilities. Yet there she was, wearing sunglasses like some plebeian <i>mundy</i>. She’d cursed the sun a thousand times over by the time she made it to the tattoo parlor down the street from the shitty apartment she shared with her sister. <br><br>Her hair was left an utter mess, a chaotic mass of frizzy white she apparently hadn’t had enough fucks to brush before she decided to go out into public. Her ripped, faded blue jeans sagged low on her hips - several sizes too large for her - and were only kept up by the lopsided, half buckled belt that had somehow missed several loops in her pants along their way around her. Her black t-shirt, while threadbare, was rather unremarkable in comparison – except that it had been put on backwards and the tag was sticking up by her neck. So yeah, you get the picture, she pretty much looked like a mess. The only thing about her that didn’t look messy where her shoes – dark blue Chuck Taylor high-tops – somehow she’d managed to tie them without issue. <br><br>The moment she entered the tattoo shop she actually sighed in relief at the darker atmosphere, not to mention the air conditioning. Air conditioning was expensive, and they had a shitty window box at home they couldn’t afford to run as much as she and Shae would have definitely liked. Dara kind of wanted to just flop down and hug the cold tile floors… Maybe wait until they call the cops so she could be dragged off to an air conditioned jail cell. That’d be nice, wouldn’t it? Sure the food was shitty but it was food, at least. They had books too. Then again, she was pretty sure you needed money to get books and she was even more sure that no one would be donating to her commissary. <br><br>Wait, what was she doing again? Dara squinted as she pulled her sunglasses back and let them rest over the top of her head. Oh, right, tattoo parlor. Even the bell ringing behind her sliced through her brain like a rusty, dull blade – slow and painfully. It had stars bursting before her eyes and she silently swore to herself that she’d never drink fuckin’ tequila again. The way she rather violently cringed and shuddered at the sound probably made her look like another one of those homeless drug addicts that constantly wandered the streets these days. She wouldn’t be surprised if the owner instantly told her to <i>gtfo</i> just at the sight of her, but that didn’t stop her from wandering further into the room – eyeballing the various displays of art strewn all over the place. <br><br>When an attendant finally made their way to the front, Dara actually <i>flinched</i> at the sight of her. <i>Dear lord</i>, who the hell was this bright pink haired monstrosity?! ”Thanks.” She muttered almost apologetically. ”I like the name.” She added as she made her way to the counter nearest the woman and leaned over it, flashing the woman her wrists. ”Yes, actually. I need these babies colored and touched up, think I can get that done here?” She inquired, giving the woman all the time she needed to examine the two hollow, black, five point stars that sat at the center of each of her inner wrists. To the eyes of any professional it was clear they hadn’t been done properly and were probably rather crudely imprinted on her the good ol’ fashioned way. The ink had already started to fade and as someone that didn’t look like she was much older than 18, that was a pretty bad sign when the question of professionalism came into play for the previous tattooist. <br><br>”I was fifteen, hormonal and pretty damn emo. I thought it was a good idea to tattoo myself.” She rolled her eyes at the memory. In all honesty the two stars were kind of oblong too, especially the one on her right wrist – which was clearly done with her off hand. ”It was kind of meant to be a tribute to my twin sister and I, we were separated at the time and as the melodramatic teen I was back then I thought ‘blah blah blah, no pain could compare, blah blah blah.’ And all that stupid junk.” She snorted, sounding about as annoyed with herself any grown adult would with their idiot kid. "Think you could help me make it look less retarded?" Dara flashed the woman a sheepish smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 12:29:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 7:12 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Inspecting his work<br><hr>Once a conclusion to the deal had been made his work had been pretty straight forward, if very time consuming. With just over five hundred individual projects to work on, it ultimately took him about four months to finish. Some of them were small, fairly easy in comparison to the bigger more elegant designs that were expected of him. Some of the things he had modified and sent off to Charles for approval while he worked on the easy stuff. The biggest thing had been a multi-tiered chandelier that he was pretty excited to see come to life with all the effort that he put in it. It was not only the single most detailed piece, but also the most expensive both in resources and time. With seven tiers, each containing more lights and each of those needing a unique theme, it was a project that had eaten up nearly a month all on its own. He hadn't been happy with the first incarnation of the project, so he had scrapped it and moved right along to trying again. It was a nice break though, a much needed distraction from the situation from Elena.<br><br>That situation still ate as his mind, nagged him. They were going to work on it, and they were going to get through it together, he had no doubt of it. That didn't make it an easy transition, or a simple thing to accept – despite how easily he had done so and given into her wants. He was thankful that this big project came up, because it gave him a solid excuse to lock himself away and spend hours upon hours upon hours lost in his art. A very cleansing experience. Of course once it had all been done and shipped off, he couldn't settle for the pictures – photographs couldn't do justice to the beauty of glass. So with a quick discussion with Elena and a phone call to Charles, Jason had set off for Vegas in order to view his work personally. He was confident in his quality, but there was absolutely no harm in checking it out first hand.<br><br>Plus a day spent at the tables sounded like a good time.<br><br>He'd arrived the day before, and been picked up by Charles – Jason had insisted he could find his own way, but the owner wasn't hearing it. He even put him up in a nice place, despite Jason being perfectly capable of managing such a reservation himself. It was nice to work with a guy who was as genuinely generous as Charles was, so he didn't fight it very hard and went along with it. That day he had spent relaxing, just checking out the city. He got the keys to The Black Dragon site so that he could visit at his leisure – Charles clearly trusted him not to destroy his own work, which was nice. He wanted to explore on his own terms, not be guided around on some tour. Instead of going right away though he spent the night checking out things he wanted to do in Vegas while he was there. He made a mental list, and then got some sleep.<br><br>Early the next day – far earlier then anyone should have been awake – Jason hoped in his rental and drove out to the site of the soon to be casino and let himself in. He wanted to be there before anyone else had a chance to get in and mess things up, before the work started, before he could be bothered. He slipped inside easily enough and spent the time looking around at each individual piece of his that he could find. It was admittedly rather fun to try and find every last one of them, since he only had a very vague idea of what each one was being used for.<br><br>Finally he had come to the VIP room where the big piece was going to be displayed. He took a deep breath and went into to check it out, and as to be expected it looked as glorious as he had anticipated it too. Jason smiled and moved back to the corner of the room and leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest and going quiet so he could contemplate anything he might change on it. This one had to be perfect, and as it was, it was good but he didn't know if it was perfect. Not when it was contrasted by the mural on the wall that caught his eyes. He looked over the start of the work and smiled, it gave him an idea. This chandelier needed something to go with it – and now seeing what it looked like, he knew exactly what it was. This was a piece Charles was going to get for free, for his kindness and enthusiasm... And because Jason wanted his work to look just right in this kind of display.<br><br>It was most curious though when he took a breath and looked away from the glass only to see a cat strolling through the room. He blinked a couple of times, trying to figure out how it had gotten in. Had he left a door open? He didn't think so, but in a new building that wasn't entirely finished there were no doubt a thousand ways that it could have made its way in. Things weren't in place yet so he didn't feel a need to disturb the creature – someone else would do that eventually. Except that it wasn't a creature at all. Jason's body went tight as he watched it grow from fuzzy feline to gorgeous girl. There was only one way... His throat tightened like the rest of his body and he made no motion to move.<br><br>Only then did it strike him that she was naked, and clearly hadn't realized that he was here yet. He couldn't help but wonder what she was doing, but when he saw her move for the bag with clothing in it and then the painting supplies it occurred to him that she was working here too. Jason pushed himself off the wall to go greet her – aside from Elena, Jason wasn't particularly familiar with any other Evolved, so to have one literally just jump out at him like that was... most intriguing.<br><br>Before he could get that far though, Charles came in and he turned his attention there – but he became aware of the fact that the woman now knew that he had been there, what with Charles just putting it out there like that. Jason's smiled and inclined his head at greeting – and in knowing – at Olivia. “They did turn out very nicely Charles,” Jason acknowledged before stepping away from the hard pat that didn't even come close to making him budge.<br><br>Approaching Olivia he held out his hand for hers, eyes focused on meeting hers – after all he'd just seen her nude, so there was hardly any reason to check her out more right now, “Jason Vandel, a pleasure to meet you.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 21:09:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Another day, Another dollar<br><hr><br>Wyatt was beyond mortified, especially when his attempts to rectify the clusterfuck of a mess he created only yielded more disastrous results. By the disbelieving inflection of her voice, Silky believed he was yet another trick to be turned for profit. The only position outcome of his total fuck-up was the fact that she agreed to come back to his apartment with him rather than spend the night in God knows where, shivering underneath some bridge or banging on the doors of a shelter. <br><br>Her potential denial was one of his main fears upon his stupid decision to approach her rather than head out of the door into the snowfall. He had absolutely no idea how to convince Silky of coming with him without propositioning her. If he was in her position, he would run as fast and hard as he could in the opposite direction. <br><br>People, even before the craziness involving the evolved, were out of their minds. As a result, simple acts of kindness or common courtesy underwent heavy scrutiny rather than being readily accepted by those who found themselves in its presence. <br><br>Silky proved herself to be a better liar, immediately transforming his inappropriate question into a statement which would not cause both of them to spend the night in a cold, police cell, Then again, maybe she was not the best liar since he doubted people thought her some poor, struggling artist.<br>&nbsp;<br>He took a step back in attempt not to crowd her as she stepped from the table, pulling the sweater back over her head. Immediately, his face began to burn when she mentioned ‘hanging out’ in a tone which one normally did not use when speaking about playing board games. Monopoly and Sorry! were fun but entertaining and all but not worth that type of reaction. <br><br>“We s-should head out,” he said as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “The bus driver is a bit of a douche and does not like waiting even when he sees people coming.” <br><br>Letting her head out in front of him, he slipped a few dollars on the table in order to pay for the coffee before he waved farewell to his co-workers. Wyatt then led the way out into the cold and tried to match his pace to hers, not wanting her to rush and accidentally slip on the icy sidewalk. It was a close call but they made it to the bus stop. <br><br>True to his word, the ride did not take too long as there were only a few stops till they reached the stop directly in front of his apartment complex. A pull of the string signaled the bus driver to stop before he exited out of the back door rather than the front. The outside of the building required more than its fair share of work. Some of the windows were boarded up while dark plastic covered others. Wyatt fumbled around in his pockets, searching for his keys, as he approached the door. He felt like he should say something but words escaped him at the moment. Rather than babble nonsensically, he withdrew the keys and then unlocked the door, holding it open for her to enter first. <br><br>“Final stop is on the eighth floor,” he indicated with a point in the direction of the stairwell. As always the elevator was out of order. It never worked and probably never will since his landlord preferred to keep his money in his pockets than making improvements around his property. He was out of breath by the time they reached his floor but he did not stop like usual to catch his breath, forcing himself to keep walking. <br><br>The inside of Wyatt’s apartment was nothing spectacular. Most of his furniture had been acquired from secondhand stores or picked up from dumpsters. Rich people had a tendency of throwing out perfectly good furniture. <br><br>“Umm, do you want something to drink?” He offered as he took his coat off to hang on the coat hook directly by the door before he toed off his shoes as well, revealing a holey sock. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 21:26:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Meetings<br><br>Kumiho took no offense from the bump he received on the sidewalk. He was admittedly looking in every direction, and anyway he was not one of those to bristle at the simplest slight.&nbsp; Growing up socialized as a girl he'd been more likely to shy away and apologize then bristle and boast, and now that he had his choice of who to be, he still found little interest in causing a fight.&nbsp; Or at least, not unless there was something more interesting about it than passerby on the street.<br><br>He had been willing to simply continue on his way, but noticed that the fellow stopped to make apologies, or conversation.&nbsp; Kumiho stopped as well, turning to face the man, who was admittedly striking.&nbsp; And American, by the sound of him.&nbsp; In his current guise, one of his most common ones, Kumiho appeared to be a man of possibly mixed ethnicity, not too tall, dressed in a leather jacket and a pair of cargo pants.&nbsp; "It's no problem," he responded in English, with an accent that Kumi had swiped from a Maltese man he had met once.&nbsp; It was one of his favorite accents in the world and he had trained himself to use it when in this form.<br><br>With the man's next question, Kumiho paused to examine the man's face.&nbsp; It was an interesting question, one because Kumiho was very good with faces, and so was unlikely to miss out on recognizing someone he had met.&nbsp; Two, however, was because it was a very rare thing for someone to say to Kumi.&nbsp; Being recognized did not come often to someone who changed faces the way others changed clothing.&nbsp; This was a form Kumi used often, but still, it was a rarity, particularly somewhere like Prague that he had never visited before.<br><br>"It doesn't seem likely," Kumiho replied, examining the man's face.&nbsp; It might be slightly familiar.&nbsp; "I've only been here for two days, and that in my hotel room for the most part.&nbsp; Perhaps we stay at the same hotel?"&nbsp; It was a possibility, Kumi supposed, though this gentleman likely stayed at a much nicer hotel than Kumi.&nbsp; But who would stop someone on the street because you had seen them in the hotel lobby before?&nbsp; What was this man's game?&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 00:03:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 07:15 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Caught in the act<br><hr><br>A painfully long time passed before Olivia even thought to accept the offered hand, and it was only when Charles cast her a meaningful look that she managed to shake off the near catatonic state that she had found herself stuck in. Myriad emotions succeeded one another as she tried to figure out the potential consequences of the man, or Jason Vandel's, presence within the room. Was there any chance at all that he had arrived <em>after</em> Liv had so carelessly come stalking into the casino? Her eyes wandered away from the man's figure, but she didn't need to check to know that the only entrance was the one she had entered through herself as well as Charles. She'd been careless, and there was a dark feeling of premonition that she may never get to finish her dragon painting. <br><br>A little crease formed between her eyebrows, briefly giving her away before she managed to jump back into action. A polite, though not particularly spontaneous smile played on her lips as she took his hand with her own, firmly shaking it as her eyes locked with Jason's. "Olivia Moretz," she said, far more confidently than she felt. Her eyes attentively studied his in the hopes of finding the answer to the questions that were burning in the back of her mind, but Jason wasn't giving up his secrets so easily. Liv wasn't sure if she was simply worried over exposing her evolved side to a stranger or over <em>exposing herself</em> in a far more graphic fashion to someone she had never before met in her life. Usually she at least made a guy buy her lunch first... <br><br>"Your lights are quite spectacular," she continued, and Liv managed pretty successfully to look unfazed. Her head inclined towards the centre of the ceiling, she allowed her eyes to take in the sight she had admired what felt like a thousand times before. Charles hadn't been lying; Liv really appreciated proper craftsmanship and every source of light within the casino was a little - and sometimes big - work of art. She felt the sheer amount of hard work that went into creating the many glass spheres, figures and intricate shapes put the effort of her painting to shame, and briefly she wondered if Jason would be even remotely impressed with the mural. <br><br>Charles was beaming, although Liv couldn't quite figure out why. He was doing that typical hand wringing that showed he was pleased. "It's just satisfying to see two of my favourite designers in one room together!" he explained without being asked, most likely prompted by the look of estranged confusion that Liv cast him. "In fact, I have no doubt that the both of you have a lot in common! Olivia dear," he said, which was foreboding in a way that Liv didn't care for in the slightest. Already her lips parted, ready to make up some excuse to up and leave, but Charles wouldn't&nbsp; be interrupted. "Why don't you show him the rest of the place. You've been wandering around the casino a week now, surely you know the place as well as I do!" <br><br>He didn't grace them with another slap on the shoulder, but Charles Pontiff did swivel around on the balls of his feet, already fishing up his phone from his jacket's inner pocket to no doubt set another ludicrous project of his into gear. Liv usually liked the man's enthusiasm but right now she wished he'd had a shred of awareness; the silence that filled the room after he left it was oppressive, almost suffocating. <br><br>For a while Liv simply stared at Jason, which was likely all she had been doing since first becoming aware of his presence. The pretense of everything being fine and dandy had rapidly worn off and a look of quiet dismay had found its way to her soft facial features instead. Where she had mostly been shocked, afraid even, now there was a different sentiment surfacing slowly. One of resentment over the fact that he had watched her shift into her human form and wander about the VIP room naked without as much as making her aware that she wasn't alone. <em>He could have said something</em>, she thought grimly, and her eyes narrowed slightly. But another thought manifested in her mind almost just as quickly. <em>He could have said something,</em> but Jason Vandel had allowed Charles to leave without telling him that he had hired an Evolved to decorate his beloved casino. And she wasn't sure why. <br><br>"Uhm..." was her none too eloquent way of breaking the silence. Olivia raked her fingers through her hair, eyes shifting nervously before settling on the man before her again. He was taller than her, broader too. Classical features that were undeniably handsome were almost distracting enough to make her forget the matter at hand, but of course, that only lasted a moment. "Uhm... this is pretty uncomfortable." She found herself chewing her bottom lip, slowly gathering her wits about her. Anxiety gradually subsided, a feeling of urgency taking hold of her instead. Liv wasn't sure what to expect; part of her still expected that she would have to cancel her gig at the casino before finishing, something that didn't sit well with her at all. She wasn't one to beat around the bush though, and so, rather than worrying, she opted for directness as she posed the inevitable question. <br><br>"You could have told him," she said, her voice lowered, more down to business than before. Liv's eyes fixated on Jason's, intent on reading the answer before it left his lips. "You could have told Charles what you saw, but you didn't. Why?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 01:43:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 7:12 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Inspecting his work<br><hr>Vegas was not a cool place, and even this early in the morning it was already starting to heat up. Which made Jason's choice of attire seem entirely inappropriate. Sure the business-casual attire was pretty fitting, but the heavy leather long coat that he wore was not. It was dreadfully out of place, and no doubt had him roasting. Truthfully he was going to, but that was just one thing that he had gotten used to since his transformation.<br><br>Impressed by her shake, he let his hand fall back to his side while Charles went on to instruct her to show him around the place – a guided tour by her might be fine; they certainly had more in common then Charles could have ever guessed. Once the man had left, Jason was left only to smile as Liv made her discomfort with what had happen clear. He couldn't really blame her, he supposed that if he had done something like that and the situation was reversed that he would feel equally discomforted. Rather then answering her right away, he turned away from her and made his way for the doors that Charles had left from and carefully closed them behind the business owner. He didn't make a habit of broadcasting his Evolved-status, but in this case there really wasn't a whole lot more to do. Nothing he said was going to be believable enough – which he assumed because he wouldn't have believed anything if the situation was flipped. “I could have,” He said, nodding as he turned back to her.<br><br>“But I don't think it's any of his business what you do in your free time. He did say you're early... So does it really matter to him if you're running around his casino naked?” He grinned, playfully. Of course he wasn't a dumb man – perhaps not the smartest, but certainly not dumb – and he knew exactly what she had meant when she asked the question. “That's not anyones business but your own.” He said, quietly, “We've all got secrets, and their secrets for a reason, no?”<br><br>With his words Jason reached up and shrugged the heavy coat from his shoulders. He let it slide down his arms and then flop with a dull thud to the ground behind him. He took a step towards her before uncurling the large wings that adorned his back. They'd been folded in and pressed tightly to his back – but as soon as the coat was gone it was clear something wasn't quite right. Four lovely feathered wings, reached out and stretched out at his sides. The upper pair was longer by a couple of feet. Long silky white feathers with silvered cores hung from the wings.<br><br>With this little display he hoped to put her at ease. He knew her secret, but she knew his now – at least part of it, anyway. That would, he hoped, give her confidence that he wasn't going to turn her in because she could do the same in reverse. It also served as a pretty suitable answer as to why he hadn't made a fuss and told Charles about it. He was one too, and so he knew the difficulty – more so, clearly as made evident by the physical alterations of his so called evolution – of what she had to go through as an Evolved. “Because I don't know you, but we've got a connection none the less.” He gave as a verbal answer to punctuate the action of revelation itself.<br><br>“I don't get the opportunity to meet others like us very often.” He admitted, with a bright white smile, “Wouldn't do my reputation any good to turn you in, now would it, Olivia?”<br><br>Jason couldn't help but wonder what Elena would think of what he'd just done. She was adventurous, but it was dangerous for both of them to reveal himself like that. He was confident in his ability to handle the situation if it got out of hand, but if she tried to make moves against him in the future? The world had gotten so complicated, that was one thing he didn't enjoy. Everything felt like chess any more, and that wasn't a game he enjoyed – mostly because he wasn't particularly good at it. “Charles was right about one thing,” He mentioned, “We've got a lot in common.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 03:58:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Success?<br><hr><br>Silky could barely contain herself. Wyatt was turning redder than her hair! As soon as the doors closed behind them, she burst into laughter. "Oh my god, your face was priceless!" It only took a few moments for her to collect herself, but she remained in a much better mood regardless.<br><br>She was quiet on the way to the bus stop, but spoke up once they settled into the largely abandoned vehicle. "It's important to keep up your plausible deniability you know." She started. "That's why I wouldn't really describe myself using... ya know, the 'p-word'. I'm more like a... a professional girlfriend." Silky glanced around the bus for eavesdroppers, and lowered her voice.<br><br>"It's stupid really. People do this sort of thing all the time. Boy buys girl gifts, girl does boy a 'favor', they're in a 'relationship'. But as soon as cold cash starts changing hands, well fuuuuuck you hooker!" She pouted in disgust. "It's all bullshit."<br><br>When they arrived at their stop, Silky followed Wyatt inside and up the stairs. She wished she could say it was better than she'd expected, but that would've been a lie. She grimaced at the mention of stairs, but took to the first few flights with gusto. By the fourth flight, the burst of energy from the caffeine and food was nearly expended. By the sixth, she was tromping up the stairs in a veritable death march.<br><br>When Wyatt opened the door to his apartment, Silky immediately went in and fell onto his couch. "Uuuugh. Eight flights in the middle of the night? If I wasn't already up here I think I'd rather freeze to death." She followed his example and kicked off her shoes. They were in rough shape, but her socks, like most of the rest of her clothing, were mostly just dirty. <br><br>"What I would like." Silky wriggled out of her first sweater and tossed it aside. "Is to take a shower. You do have a shower right?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 09:00:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/fdsfsdfsdf%20copy_zps0b4fr9bm.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, Nevada |&nbsp; April 14, 2013 | 02:25 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710) <br><strong>Content:</strong> Lingering between curiosity and confusion<br><hr><br>A lot could be said for first impressions. Researchers claimed that you formed your opinion on someone in as little as the blink of an eye, and that sort of judgement carried through into any further meetings without altering that initial perception much. If that was true, then the potential customer - and that was a generous way of describing it - who had just arrived in the <em>Thick as Thieves</em> was making a rather poor case for herself. Even Liv, who really wasn't known for being particularly judgmental, had trouble overlooking the rather dishevelled appearance of the young woman who came wandering into the store as if she were all sorts of lost. She had a somewhat wondrous expression about herself, or at least that's how Olivia initially envisioned the look in her eyes beyond the sunglasses.until she decided to remove them. It didn't take the tattoo artist very long to notice the state the girl was in, which did little to help the blonde stranger in terms of seeming somewhat representable. Fortunately for her, this was Vegas, and as such, Liv was used to all manners of clientele. <br><br>When she greeted her, Olivia was met with a look that suggested the feeling of quiet disapproval was mutual. That didn't keep her from putting on her polite and professional smile, though&nbsp; - Sage had trained her well - and she grabbed the agenda from behind the counter. At least the newcomer had some manner, although it was two sentences in that she already went straight to business, approaching the desk and revealing the tattoos that she wanted Liv to touch up. Or do over, as it turned out; the moment Liv's eyes caught sight of the rather disastrously crude artwork that marked both the girl's wrists, she couldn't help but give them a look of blatant apprehension. <br><br>"Ouch," she hissed, moments before realizing the error of her ways. Liv quickly looked up to gauge the girl's potential reaction, but already the amateuristic handiwork was filling her with ideas, her mind puzzling the lines and matching them to a proper design. Liv's hand reached out, and with a gentle though persistent grip she weighed the back of the girl's hand into her palm. There was absolutely no use in pointing out how inherently stupid it was to go and etch into your skin with bad material and a lack of skI'll,&nbsp; so she focused on the rest of the story instead. Long lost twin, dark and difficult past, the somewhat disjointed narration filled her with ideas that far exceeded a simple five point star. She highly doubted that the blonde would be interested though, and not just because it meant having to come back at least twice.&nbsp; So back to the stars it was, and for a moment Liv simply traced the lines with the index finger of her free hand,&nbsp; then doing likewise with the other markings until she was satisfied that the idea in her head would match the lines that already existed. <br><br>"I can make these look perfectly identical," she decided, "It'll take me two hours, give or take, depending on the details."<br><br>She hesitated. This girl was the stereotype of a pay-up-front customer, one who would gladly watch you work your ass off for hours before, without a trace of shame, telling you they didn't have a penny on them. <br><br>"Why don't you sit down,"&nbsp; Liv said, and for once she was grateful that Alex wasn't nearby, nor Sage for that matter. "And I'll fix those tattoos up for you." Picking up the agenda, she made her way to one of the corners, indicating the black chair situated in the work space. She took place on the little stool beside it, opening the booklet in her hand on the table, pen at the ready. "So what I'm gonna do is draw you a quick sketch on paper then apply it to your wrists. So no needles just yet, I just want to get a few more details straight. Is it going to be a bit of shadowing, adding dimension to it, or do you want some actual color to the design?" Liv looked her over for a moment, the tiniest of amused smiles tugging at the corners of her lips. "So you're sure about going with stars, right?" she inquired, which was perhaps pushing it a little. Although Olivia couldn't be sure, the girl did strike her as someone who'd made up her mind and would not be too appreciative of questioning - if only because she seemed to still be recovering from a particularly wild night. "I mean," she continued regardless, "These images represented a bond between you and your sister back then, right? So what do you want them to represent now..." Liv paused briefly; tattoos were often a very personal matter and carried a story that far surpassed the possible simplicity of the image. "Who is your sister to you now? And who is she to herself? A lot can be said in one image... or two." Liv tapped the back of the pen against the paper; the subtle grin turned into a warmer sort of smile instead. "But maybe we better start with the basics instead. What's your name?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 17:28:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | I-Hop | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>What am I doing?</em><br><hr><br>Call him stupid or downright insane but he did not feel nearly as demeaned when Silky abruptly had a good laugh upon their stepping into the cold. Even though it was at his expense, he did not retreat into himself like how he normally did. Instead, Wyatt felt as if he had finally done something right since she walked into I-Hop. He would bet his last dollar that laughter, the genuine kind, had not been heard from her lips in a long time. <br><br>Unlike most, the wintery chill made her more talkative rather than focused on conserving energy and warmth. Wyatt listened attentively as she babbled away about the various nuisances of her profession, not interrupting the endless flow of her words. <br><br>If his ears had not already been frozen and suffering from the unrelenting lash of wind, he probably would have outwardly betrayed his discomfort with the g-word. Luck smiled upon him for once, permitting him to hide his natural reaction to the idea of having a girlfriend, even a hired one. If there was a zone more restrictive than the friend zone, he probably would have a special place within it. <br><br>Even when he was a chubby cheeked kid, women never took him too seriously. His mother was one of the first. He lost track of how many times she kept him from participating in sports teams for fear of him scraping his knee or breaking his bones. His mother’s intense protectiveness while appreciated did not bode well for his reputation. He got into a number of fist fights and was usually addressed by anything other than his given name. Sissy was a predictable favorite.&nbsp; Women treated him better. Though Wyatt appreciated their friendship, their loyalty, he also understood there was an invisible line in the ground, one which could not be crossed. <br><br>It's all bullshit.<br><br>“P-people need to have something to stigmatize,” he whispered in response to her earnest complaint. “Or else they might look too closely at themselves and find they really don’t like what they see in the mirror.”<br><br>There was nothing to be done about the stair situation. However, upon reaching his apartment and leaving his crap at the front rug, he walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a cold pitcher of water. <br><br>“Yea,” Wyatt said apologetically as he retrieved two glasses from the overhead wooden cabinet. “You’d t-think I would be used to it by now but I still feel like I’m going to die every time I climb them.” He was in the midst of approaching her with the drinks when she announced her desire for a shower. <br>Now for the big reveal. <br><br>“S-sure. Umm, right this way.” He set the drinks down on the counter and then wiped his hands against his pants. Before he led her deeper into the apartment, he picked up her discard sweater. A slight frown twisted at his mouth because it was in worst condition up close than when far away. <br><br>It was a short walk as he could not afford a larger place. His bathroom was cramped, small enough for a person to extend out their arms and touch each wall with their fingertips. The usual necessities were within it, a toilet, sink and mirror, and compact tub. Only…there was no showerhead. <br><br>“Hopefully a bath is good enough. It takes a little while for the water to warm up so I a-advise letting it run a few minutes first.” He then gestured towards the towels, both big and small, before he extracted one of the dirty towels from the hamper to place on the floor. Still clutching her filthy sweater, he added, "I can take your other clothes if you want. I planned on washing them...They can dry over the heater and be ready by morning."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 21:28:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 07:15 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Feeling ridiculously relieved<br><hr><br>A feeling of liberation overcame her long moments before Olivia really had valid reason to be relieved. A pregnant silence long lingered between her and Jason, starting the very moment he decided to distance himself from her and close the door. A rational - or paranoid, even perhaps - side to her worried that he would reveal himself as one of those notorious Evolved hunters that she really didn't even know enough of to make such a call. But that thought was soon dispelt; Liv, in all her naivety perhaps, could simply not fathom that someone capable of creating things of such beauty could be anything but good. Or at least decent enough not to rat her out, or so it seemed. <br><br>"Not everyone has secrets that could get them in trouble," she said vaguely, her gaze trailing after him with some delay. Olivia had remained in the same position as he roamed the extraordinary area of the Black Dragon casino, and it was only the sound of his coat, rustling as he took it off, that drove her to ultimately drag her gaze away from the carpeted floor and up to his figure. A nigh on soundless gasp escaped her, one initially reserved for the lack of attire he wore underneath, then for vastly different reasons altogether. Four, in fact, and as the pristine white wings that had hidden so snugly against his back slowly unfurled, Liv found herself subconsciously taking a step back, as if the very sight felt intimidating. "Woah..." she breathed none too eloquently, and surely Jason Vandel would be content to receive such a look of genuine surprise, not to be confused with shock; Olivia was all but ecstatic to discover that the very man whose talent had her in awe, now had her all but overwhelmed for being&nbsp; an Evolved. Like her, and that perhaps meant even more. <br><br>She was evidently marvelling over his appearance as Liv sprung back to life, her feet taking her in a wide circle around him. Wide, because the sheer size of the wings that so naturally extended from his back was surprising and filled a considerable part of the room. Or at least that's how it felt; suddenly changing into a house cat seemed ridiculously significant by comparison. She ventured behind, only feeling a slight pang of guilt over being so uninhibitedly curious about the way Jason had evolved. "It's been so long since I met anyone like me," she mused with soft voice, her feet silently taking her towards his front once more. Eyes roved over the immaculate white of the feathers; could he truly fly? With imposing wings like that Liv couldn't imagine otherwise. She wondered just how often someone like Jason would have the opportunity to truly spread his wings and take to the sky without having to face potentially dire consequences. Visions of an angelic creature, ,darting through the clouds came to mind, the backdrop being that of vast mountains, endless forest... perhaps a long-stretched desert where people didn't often care to venture. <br><br>"They're so beautiful," she whispered, utterly captivated. A somewhat bashful expression filled her eyes as Olivia looked to Jason. "May I..?" she asked, and only with his consent raised her hand, revered in the way she extended her hand and ran her fingertips along the contour of one of the upper wings. "So strong and so soft, what a gorgeous contrast." Liv retreated her hand, feeling she was overdoing it. "Can you feel when I...?" <br><br>A giddy sort of laugh escaped her then, high-pitched and girlish; just how apprehension had changed to feeling wholly elated so quickly was beyond Olivia, but the revelation made feel all but euphoric, enough so that even as she bounced on her feet, she realized it wasn't enough. She needed something, an outlet, a way of getting rid of that energy that was just about bubbling over right now. And as soon as that thought sparked in her head, Liv revealed a winning smile, only briefly glancing down at herself before abandoning her mortal shape. Not a split second later a dark brown creature, like a shadow flew across the room, leaving behind the light material of the sand coloured dress which uselessly fluttered to the ground. A hawk, though small and far less imposing than the majestic angel contained within the casino's VIP room, adoringly circled Jason once, twice, a third time, screeching in that telltale hawklike fashion before darting off to the back of the room, where a bar stood with glass shelves that, for now, still lacked the vast assortment of alcohol that it would no doubt contain by opening night. The avian creature disappeared behind the counter, and when she emerged Olivia was human once more, albeit with pink, flushed cheeks and a look of delight gleaming in her eyes. The spot had not been chose without reason, and she had to lean forward to keep from exposing herself all over, her arms loosely crossed as they rested on top of the polished wooden counter. <br><br>"Fly with me," she said, her voice vibrant and brimming with ill-contained excitement. "If there is anything you do before you leave Las Vegas, then fly with me." <br><br>Olivia cast her gaze down briefly, an impish smile littering her features before she nodded behind Jason. "And if maybe you could hand me my dress, that would be nice too." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 05:36:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.telestar.fr/var/telestar/storage/images/media/images/2014/photos/2014-07-11-teen-wolf-5-choses-que-vous-ne-savez-pas-sur-tyler-hoechlin/tyler-hoechlin/258599-3-fre-FR/Tyler-Hoechlin_max1024x768.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> First meetings<br><hr><br>Max took in the figure in front of him, trying to make heads or tails of the sensations he was getting off him, and trying to figure out where the man might be from. Mixed complexion, and those eyes weren't bad to look at. The accent, however, he couldn't really place, and he had done his own fair share of traveling in the last ten years or so.<br><br>When the man spoke English Max flashed him a smile, relieved that they shared a language. In a place like Prague you had people from all over the world, and walking down the street you'd hear everything from Tamil to Turkish. For a moment the pair seemed to stare at each other, each of them trying to determine where they might have met before, and Max was still at a bit of a loss, though he knew there was something familiar about it all.<br><br>Around them, a steady stream of people passed by, many heading to dinners throughout town, or just having finished enjoying the sunset at one of the city's many amazing historical sights. He pondered the man's question and shook his head, still trying to place where the memory came from. "I don't think so," he said, "I'm staying at the Old Town Century Hotel. You?" But he was almost sure that wasn't it and the confusion showed on his face before he flashed Kumiho another smile.<br><br>"Must have been somewhere though," he said, "Some people just kind of stick with you, you know?" Then he gave Kumi a slightly apologetic look, "I didn't interrupt anything, did I? If you were going somewhere..." Then he shrugged, "Or we could grab a beer and see if we can figure out? I'm betting you travel as much as I do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 07:30:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://s6.postimg.org/6cbu83e4h/Young_Silky.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | His Apartment | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Success?<br><hr><br>"A bath might be even better!" Silky clapped her hands excitedly. She wasted no time in turning on the taps.<br><br><em>I can take your other clothes if you want...</em><br><br>"Dohoho!" Silky chuckled. "And now your plan is revealed! I didn't expect you to try and get me naked so quickly to be honest." She smirked at Wyatt. It was actually pretty obvious that he didn't mean it that way, but the way he blushed was hilarious.<br><br>"Of course, your first mistake was thinking you needed a plan!" Without waiting for Wyatt to retreat or give her any privacy, Silky pulled off her remaining two sweaters and tank top in one go and deftly tossed them over Wyatt's head like a ring in a carnival game, blinding him while she turned around and shimmied out of her multiple layers of pants just as quickly. By the time he disentangled himself, Silky was standing in front of him in her bra and panties, holding her bundled pants in front of her breasts. However, rather than some kind of smirk or leer as he might expected, Silky suddenly seemed serious. Unsure even.<br><br>"So I guess I should probably show you now." She actually blushed, though from the set of her mouth it might have been in anger rather than shame. "I'm not on the road because I ran away or my parents died or something." Her voice was sullen. "It's because of this."<br><br>Silky dropped the bundle and revealed herself. Her bra, as he had glimpsed earlier, was a somewhat worn but nice pink satiny affair. What hadn't been apparent then was that it was actually an underwired shelf bra. The kind that would leave the nipples completely uncovered, if she had had any that is. In their place were two pairs of, well... lips capping each breast. They were big, full, pouty, and would be right at home on any porn star's <em>face</em>, if her face was as big as a dinner plate anyway.<br><br>Silky opened her mouths and waggled her tongues at Wyatt while he stared, leaving no possible doubt of whether or not they were real. Her body language and expression were a war between insecurity and aggression. "Sooo yea... I'm Evolved." Aggression won. Mostly. She tilted her head back and looked at him through narrowed eyes as she arched her back, pushing her breasts towards him defiantly. "What're you gonna do about it?"<br><br><br>OOC: And suddenly a wild retcon appeared! Young Kyle must be around somewhere...&nbsp; ::)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 13:47:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 7:12 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Inspecting his work<br><hr>It didn't come to him as much of a surprise that she wanted to look at him and admire his evolution – not out of some crazy sense of ego, but rather because if he was in her shoes he'd want to do the same. In many ways Jason felt his evolution was a curse, despite all the incredible things it allowed him to do. Despite that it had, in some ways, brought him and his wife together. Many of the Evolved just gained really nifty powers, but he had gained some sort of physical manifestation. One that he couldn't hide, one that altered the way that he had to live his life and be around people. For someone like him, who generally liked to be around others, being forced to contain himself and be awkward in situations where he couldn't explain why he needed to keep his heavy coat on was a big downer. Much like Olivia was doing right now, and Elena before her, he couldn't help himself watch as they gazed on his 'gifts' and admired them. Sometimes he felt that way, but it wasn't often.<br><br>When she reached out to touch them though, he wasn't sure how to respond. It wasn't apprehension so much as it was uncertainty. He'd met other Evolved before – he'd married one! - but only one had ever been close enough to really feel them. To touch them. That was Elena. Allowing someone else to felt foreign, like a breach of privacy, but at the same time she had – inadvertently, admittedly – shared her entire self with him. The least he could do was allow her to touch. His head nodded softly, “Go ahead,” He replied.<br><br>It might have been amusing for her to ask a question about the wings sensitivity had she been paying more attention to him then the wings themselves. They were not what he'd call overly sensitive – in his early years with them he'd broken them and it was from experience not as bad as breaking an arm, not even close – but rather that if he focused on them he could feel every individual feather. So as she delicately grazed over them, his eyes closed and he let himself feel it – just as he did when Elena did it, though for an entirely different reason. “I can, yea.” He answered still, so that she might take that knowledge in for herself.<br><br>Jason hadn't expected... Well truthfully he didn't know what to expect of her. So when she turned into a bird rather then a cat he was rather caught off guard, and watched wide eyed as she soared around the room, and him. What an extraordinary gift, he mused as he watched her go around until vanishing behind the bar. From what he had gathered from her rather sudden show, he had already bent down to snag her dress into his hand while she was positioning herself discreetly behind the visual obstacle – it wasn't like Jason to really look at other women, not since becoming married, but recent times had been hard and eye opening. He knew he needn't feel guilt over admiring her beauty of form – neither feline, avian or woman. It was, still, maybe somewhere in the back of his head, a tiny bit of a let down that she was now being so modest about herself.<br><br>He strolled easily to the bar, his large wings folding back the way he had them before. They bent in what looked like an awkward way at the center and then collapsed in. The smaller, lower set folded much the same way but upwards, tucking under neath the bigger pair. It wasn't perfectly to his back, and standing like this it was easy to tell if you weren't looking at him dead center that something was different. The trench coat however was the perfect – aside from not fitting in most of the time – cover because with it in, and how tightly he was able to fold them in, there was virtually no sign of their existence. He set the dress onto the counter top, just between her hands and offered her a smile torn somewhere between amused and devious, before turning away so that she could have the privacy she clearly wanted.<br><br>“Fly with you?” He questioned. He didn't get the opportunity to do that very often, just because when the reports started coming in about the angel descended from heaven he was going to be in big trouble. Sure he made time every now and then to go some where secluded, some where he could be alone and stretch them out – when he first had gotten them he used the Brazilian jungle to cover his tracks while he mastered them. Now though, aside from some quick gliding around the land surrounding his home, he didn't make a habit of exposing himself. So doing so in Vegas of all places seemed risky, even at night the city was so bright. The people, however, were distracted. And there was a vast desert that they could fly in, away from prying eyes. “Only if you let me take you to dinner first,” He added, his own condition, “I never fly with women I don't know anything about.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>22-06-2016, 21:46:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Meetings<br><br>"Yeah, not my digs," Kumiho replied, sure anyway that he hadn't seen this fellow at a hotel.&nbsp; He began to have some sort of inkling of where he might place the face, but he was sure he hadn't been in this skin at that time.&nbsp; Clearly the fellow wouldn't recognize him now as a man, even if he'd made a big impression in another guise.<br><br>"No, you're not interrupting, just taking in the city," he replied, pausing and shifting his stance towards the fellow, as well as his mental stance.&nbsp; He was starting to figure out what was going on, but something still seemed off.&nbsp; But Kumiho was nimble on his feet, literally and metaphorically.&nbsp; "So a beer would be great.&nbsp; Kumiho, by the way," he said, holding out a hand.&nbsp; "If you've found a good place, or one you want to try, point the way."<br><br>"Yeah, you can kind of tell a traveler, can't you?" Kumiho responded, laughing.&nbsp; Though he was guessing this fellow flew better than Kumi did, and perhaps had different reasons to stay on the move.&nbsp; Still, there was nothing more ridiculous than someone who stayed in the same place their whole life.&nbsp; At least this American wasn't one of those.&nbsp; "Where did you just come from?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 03:04:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.telestar.fr/var/telestar/storage/images/media/images/2014/photos/2014-07-11-teen-wolf-5-choses-que-vous-ne-savez-pas-sur-tyler-hoechlin/tyler-hoechlin/258599-3-fre-FR/Tyler-Hoechlin_max1024x768.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> First meetings<br><hr><br>Max nodded his agreement as Kumiho acknowledged that they definitely weren't at the same hotel. It was strange how familiar Kumiho seemed, yet the man didn't look familiar at all. Was it just that he literally had the exact same power as someone else? Was that even possible? Max had never encountered two people with the same powers, but he supposed it might be possible, and from that it might be possible that both people would feel the same to him... But it seems highly unlikely.<br><br>When Kumiho agreed to the beer, Max's smile widened. "I'm Max," he said, reaching out and clasping Kumiho's hand in a firm (but not overly so) handshake, "Nice to meet you. As for a good place... Man, there's beer everywhere. I love it." He gave a small chuckle and shrugged, nodding his head down the street ahead of them, "I saw a place down there that had some nice seats outside with some warming lamps, and it didn't seem too busy. Let's check it out?"<br><br>Kumiho's comment about telling a traveler got a nod from Max. "Yeah man," he said, "You can tell the ones that do it regularly. They aren't exploring a new city with their mouths hanging open, or noses in their guide books. They know how to just enjoy a place and absorb it without being just... a tourist, you know? I'm kind of from all over, really, moved around a lot, these days I mostly stick to the West Coast, though. In the states, I mean."<br><br>Just around the corner was a mid sized bar and restaurant that had a huge outdoor patio practically right on the street, as well as an indoor space that seemed busier than the outdoor, and while it was slightly chilly they had a good set of overhead infrared heaters that seemed to keep the area fairly warm. "Seem good?" he asked as he slid into a chair at one of the small, two person tables away from the main area, the space around them pretty quiet and free of prying eyes and ears.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 06:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/99/fd/61/99fd61a4709efc952d1ed15e96b98e47.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Sarah Chamberlain (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12372015#msg12372015)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco (Bourbon and Branch (https://www.thrillist.com/venue/drink/san-francisco/bar/bourbon-and-branch)) | April 18th, 2015 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> Another day in the life<br><hr>Was she imagining things or did that smile seem a bit more predatory than most? In fact the man's entire face and demeanor gave off a predatory vibe. Perhaps it was the combination of his features? Sarah didn't let that scare her, even if it put a slight damper on her bubbly mood.<br><br>"Hmm, that's a good question. Well I'd have to go with the Balvenie 1971. Then again, I've always loved a good single malt whiskey."<br><br>The stuff was expensive. She'd tried it but she sure as hell couldn't afford it on a regular basis. It was a damn good whiskey and he had asked about the rare whiskeys. It wasn't really her job to judge or to inform people that they were about to part with more cash than they may have expected. That being said, by the look of him he may have more money to throw around than most. Although he was dressed casually his clothing had the appearance of being well made. He looked rather put together. Time had taught Sarah that people weren't always what they seemed. Looks weren't always an indicator of wealth or character. Never judge a book my its cover or as her grandmother put it, 'don't see a man by his cloth'. <br><br>Rather than stare at the man she thought she would at least make some chit chat while he decided what it was he actually wanted to a drink, "So I gather you're not from around these parts?"<br><br>Neither was she but after a few years she felt she could tell the difference between a tourist and a local. Perhaps it was the seemingly easygoing manner with which he carried himself. She could tell he wasn't in a hurry. Tourists were more liberal with their time, preferring to drink in the sights and sounds rather than rush the experience. Even at such an exclusive bar, San Franciscans were often in a hurry to get their drinks, to usher in the experience as quickly as they could before they were bouncing off to the next activity or to their homes. It was as if they were frightened of wasting a single drop of their time. In a society that was constantly moving, where free time was a rarity, she couldn't say she blamed them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 06:51:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/2d/d7/51/2dd75140bc159b2082097f27b071fb2c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Markus Löfgren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12387011#msg12387011)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco | Feb. 3rd, 2013 | Early morning (5 am-ish)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Shirong | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/d9/a6/a5/d9a6a5b8c61e4bbaba4789484e63cb25.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> On the run<br><hr><em>Those pajamas.</em><br><br>Was it bad that the first thing that popped into his mind was how ridiculous Shirong looked in his matching pajamas. He remembered the first time he'd seen the man in a similar ensemble. Needless to say, Shirong had not appreciated his fit of laughter. Maybe he was delirious but he felt the insatiable need to chuckle but that was quickly tamped down. He had thrown himself upon his friend's mercy, it wouldn't do him any good to make the man more irritated that he already was.<br><br>There was a silence that lingered between them and just when Markus was about to say something, Shirong finally let him in. The apartment was immaculately kept, like a show room of an apartment rather than someone's actual home. This wasn't surprising at all. He remembered, back at school, some people wondered if Shirong was a robot. Markus didn't believe in that theory, he preferred to think of his best friend as a steelier Sheldon Cooper with a more regular compassionate streak.<br><br>Markus had already begun to take off his shoes when he entered the house when he received the orders to do so from Shirong. He had heard that some Americans wore their shoes in their homes, "You've been across the border for too long."<br><br>A joke to lighten the mood. He wasn't sure if it would do any good, not when both parties were exhausted. The cabinet bit was something he wasn't used to but he complied none the less, rather than leave his shoes in the hall next to the door. <br><br>So far he had avoided the questions regarding his sudden appearance in San Francisco at such an ungodly hour. How could he possibly begin to explain? He couldn't. He could hardly expect his friend to let it go either. There had to be some sort of explanation, people didn't really do this sort of thing on a regular basis. He felt bad that he hadn't given any sort of warning, that he hadn't called but his mind had been elsewhere. All he could think of at the time was to flee. And now here he was and the time had finally come to speak of what had occurred yesterday evening.<br><br><em>"Explain yourself, like really. Other than that, you look like you've been to hell and just got back from there. What happened?"</em><br><br>Markus sighed, "It's a long story."<br><br>He gratefully accepted the offer for coffee, a rare smile tugging at his lips when he saw that his friend still remembered how he took it. The small moment of&nbsp; comfort quickly faded when he realized that Shirong would most likely want an answer soon and that he couldn't bring himself to explain. First there would be the need to explain that he was an Evolved. Second he would have to tell his friend that he had done something horrendous and that it was possible that he had brought danger to his doorstep. There was also the fear of being turned away. He would understand but he desperately needed help. He could stay in a hotel, but it would end up draining whatever money he had if he stayed there until he managed to find a job and a home. San Francisco wasn't exactly the cheapest city in the world.<br><br>To make matters worse the scene that had occurred between him and Amanda's foster father kept playing in his head over and over and over again like a particularly gruesome newsreel. How long could he remain silent, pondering the past, before Shirong started asking questions again?
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emjay</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 08:17:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/32/56/1c/32561c5f2b6bf81cb47946f317d70b3a.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Markus Löfgren &nbsp;(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12387011#msg12387011)<br></div></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td><div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/f9/51/c0/f951c07ae87f4117014a3c91eab3a63a.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Travis<br></div></td></tr></tbody></table><hr><div align="center"><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, CA | Mar. 8th, 2014 | Early Evening<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> A suspicious Markus<hr></div></div>Markus wasn't exactly sure how he had gotten into this. He had started working for an NGO that worked with inner city youth and children from troubled backgrounds. The job had been a godsend, a way for him to get his life back on track. It had been two years since he started working there. He had spent a year there when the first Evolved case came his way. The kid was on the run but he had relatives in Venezuela so he got him some fake documents. Taking a plane was too risky, they had to get someone to smuggle him across the border into Mexico and from there he would take a plane to Venezuela. That was his first case but it wouldn't be the last. Before he knew it he was helping others, and not just youth either. It took some time but he started to build a network of Evolved, meeting all sorts of his kind. Some were troublesome but many were willing to help. Each case was a risk, Tac 6 could bang down his door and steal him away at any moment but Markus was willing to risk it. Perhaps it was his way for making up for the wrongs that he had committed. What had taken place in Vancouver still haunted him. He hadn't found it in himself to forgive his actions that night. To make up for the damage he had caused, he would do some good in the world. He knew it didn't really work that way but it was the only way that he could live with himself.<br><br>It was hard work, more resources couldn't hurt, neither could more contacts but working on a larger scale would paint a larger target on his back. He couldn't be sure who to trust, so making more connections was risky at best. Thankfully for him someone had taken an interest in his philanthropic duties.<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://www.clipartbest.com/cliparts/dcr/M9y/dcrM9yzxi.png)</div><br>"So am I leaving soon or what?"<br><br>This case was proving to be more difficult than most. He assumed that was what came from working with a stubborn and entitled college student. Markus ignored the kid as they stepped into the elevator. Leave it to him to forget his burner phone at the apartment, the very phone he needed to get Travis out of San Francisco.<br><br>Travis didn't like to be ignored, "Hey! He said you'd help me but all we've done is run around town doing jack sh-"<br><br>He hated to resort to such things but he mentally reached out, allowing a feeling of ease and relaxation to seep into Travis's mind. He was going to help this guy, even if the boy was determined to get himself caught.<br><br>The young man followed silently behind him as they made their way out of the elevator and down the hall. Markus hated to bring work home, the less he could involve Shirong the better, but he really was out of options at this point. It appeared that more work had found him.<br><br>His now calm companion whispered behind him, "Who's that?"<br><br>Both Travis and he saw the man standing in front of his apartment. He had a very bureaucratic look about him, more than enough to set Markus on edge. Running now wouldn't solve anything. If need be he'd distract the man long enough to let the boy escape. <br><br>He walked forward slowly, tension filled his body although he tried his best to display a calm demeanor.<br><br><em> “Mr. Lofgren. I'm sorry, am I saying that right? I had to get someone else to say it for me, but I still feel like I'm screwing it up.”</em><br><br>People may have called Shirong a robot but this man, he was eerily polite. Something about him seemed off. There were no emotions to indicate anything hostile but Markus could never be sure. He'd heard that Tac 6 had some Evolveds working for them. This man could be one of them, maybe he had the ability to mask his emotions.<br><br>"It's pretty much said how it's read. Unless you want to roll the 'r' a bit but no one does that unless they're Swedish."<br><br>It wasn't a good sign at all that the man knew his name. He wasn't sure how to take the man's familiar tone but he nodded anyways when the man asked if he could call him Markus. There was a bit of a hesitation before he returned the handshake. <br><br><em>“My name is, well you can call me M, and I'm here to talk to you about a potential business arrangement. One that will help you do the very...special work that you do.”</em><br><br>Markus wasn't a fool, he wasn't born yesterday. He knew exactly what 'M' meant by special work. Why did this man want to help him exactly? Who was he? Who did he work for? He was not shy about voicing these questions aloud, "Forgive me...Mr. M but who are you? How do I know that I can trust you, that this isn't some sort of trap? And why do you have any interest in what I do?"<br><br>Travis was mostly silent, leaning against a wall somewhere behind them, clapping his hands absentmindedly while tapping his foot to some song that was playing in his head. As annoying as the young man was, Markus had promised to help him and he would, at all costs.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 09:30:12</strong>
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				<hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr><div class="floatleft">(http://prohairstylist.com.au/wp-content/gallery/american-crew-winners-face-off-2011/model-winner_hair-machine-carlo-ceravolo.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Mr. M<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, CA | March 8, 2014 | Early Evening <br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Markus <br><strong>Content:</strong> A job offer.<br><hr>“Thank you,” M replied once he'd gotten premission to use Markus' first name. He really did like to keep things as casual as he was allowed under whatever circumstances he met clients – or potential clients as the case may be. “I think I'll stick to Markus,” He said with a very small chuckle, dropping his hand to his side. <br><br>Casually he stepped a little bit to the side and cast a gaze down the hall to the tag along that he hadn't been expecting. Not that it was a major issue, but unexpected circumstance wasn't something that he liked to deal with. “Those are really all excellent questions Markus, and I would be delighted to share with you, but business...” He trailed off and turned his head around the hallway. He gave Markus a sort of sympathetic shrug and suggestive look, “Business shouldn't be discussed in hallways, don't you think?” He reached up with his free hand and half gestured at the boy down the hall, “I seem to have caught you at a bad time,” He frowned, “I'd like to apologize for that. Unfortunately I am on a bit of a schedule, so I can't delay too long. However your friend is free to join us if you'd like, nothing I have to say to you is off limits to clients of yours.” He paused<br><br>M's lips puckered together for a moment and he turned his light gaze back up to Markus. M wasn't shielding his emotions, but he was surprisingly calm for a man in general. Not unnaturally so, but no doubt a highly developed willpower that allowed him to keep himself in check. “Assuming he's one of your more special clients. I wouldn't want to bring any undo attention to anything that you're doing.” He smiled widely.<br><br>“These are troubling times,” He offered as soothingly as he could. “I don't need to be able to do what you do to know that you're probably apprehensive to even talking to me right now. That's really alright, if I was in your shoes Markus, I promise you that I'd be just as nervous.” M said, slowly raising his hands away from his sides and spreading his legs so that he was standing spread-eagle for him – only he didn't release his briefcase. “If you'd feel better about searching me, you're free too. I am here to help, on behalf of someone else who wants to help. I'm not armed, there's no wire to bait you into an admission or anything like that. Just me, my briefcase and a business proposal... If you're interested.” He tilted his head past Markus once more and gestured towards Travis, “To help more like him then you could ever hope to on your own.” He turned his gaze back Markus, “If you'd like I can leave right now. No one would fault you for it.” He little pause, and then a shrug of his shoulders with a slight nod towards the apartment door, “Or you can invite me inside and have a look at my offer.”<br><br>Aside from being calm, M was also pretty clearly speaking the truth. Nothing about his emotional state indicated deceit about anything that he had said thus far – instead he read as genuine.<br><br><hr><div align="center"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 20pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Game Master</strong></span></span></div><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>23-06-2016, 23:28:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/nickelodeon/images/6/6a/Emma-roberts-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20140109115134)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #1, aka, Grace<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:20pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Anna.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Grace is just being ridiculous.</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>Grace did not have any previous insight into weither or not Anna would like being called <em>amazon woman</em> - in fact, it'd just been a thought crossing her mind as she gazed on, and somehow it'd slipped out of her mouth into the air where it wafted about in its' own accepted silliness. While she could imagine others calling Anna that - it fit quite well - she also felt like it was just <em>too</em> focused on Anna's physical attributes in that 'I am obviously staring at you' - sort of way that tended to make Grace and her sisters feel a little uncomfortable. Grace's mind didn't fathom that Anna perhaps loved to live under that spotlight, but when the woman seemingly caught her staring and decided to say something, the petite woman seemed to go both pale and red all at once. But, she was honest, so when Anna had asked her question, Grace had simply nodded, eyes still locked on the woman's 'pose' and her well - shaped muscles. She then found herself being 'air poked', which did indeed increase the blush more than the pale, while simultaneously stealing all the words off of Grace's tongue. Moments earlier, she'd had something to say, but in the moments after asking her question about the shoot, she found herself tongue-tied, to say the least. It was as if the little pink muscle in her mouth had fallen down a couple really long escalators and became tangled in the process.<br><br>Nothing could have prepared her for the jovial, ecstatic response to Grace's question, nor could she have stopped herself from chuckling as the woman jumped - and breasts bounced, oh yes, she saw - which was about when Grace had to shift her vision slightly to the side. While she thought it was <em>totally</em> okay to stare at Anna's muscles, looking at - and staring at her - in such a sexual way just made her feel odd. Not a bad way odd, but up until that point, Elena - and by extension her few clones - had never been with any woman beyond... themselves, and that experience had left all of them feeling a little odd. Again, perhaps not in a <em>bad</em> way, but...<br><br>The feeling was hard to shake, so Grace found herself staring at the commotion behind Anna for a moment, and then she realized she was being foolish - and childish - about it all, so her eyes returned to Anna's face, where it would stay, just about the time the woman's face had broken out into that viral smile that spread to Elena's features, as well. What came shortly after was a visible relief to the little woman in Anna's company. She perhaps felt a little guilty about being there uninvited, unprepared, and incorrectly dressed. Not guilty like she'd done something wrong, persay, she just felt guilty for being there in general. She felt guilty knowing Elena's..... well, <em>her</em> father would be very upset that a clone had been allowed to venture out on its' own, and understandably so. Grace felt almost sort of guilty for existing in her own rights, and so the situation of having just shown up to this event compounded upon that feeling.<br><br>Despite her guilt, as Anna leaned in, Grace found herself lowering her empty paper plate to her side as she leaned up, feet sinking into the sand as she tried to gain a little height by standing on tippy-toes. What she heard made her smile grow double in size, and she let out a little, soft gasp - a tiny, humorous little gasp, really - "really?!" came her hushed response, and without further ado she'd reached out to take Anna's hand with her own, not much different than a child eager to cross the street would, and after her pale hand had a good grip, she looked up into Anna's eyes - fully aware of that grin and wink - before simply replying: "yes please."&nbsp; Much to her surprise, even though there shouldn't have been any, Anna was more than happy to oblige, which led to Grace following the woman past and beyond the line. Grace, in all of her maturity and... grace, found herself unable to resist a under-the-breath jeer at all of those whom had accumulated in the line before her, and that particular little snippet was a hardly audible "see ya, suckers."<br><br>Oddly, she didn't feel at all guilty about this little boon, all feelings like <em>that</em> thrown to the wind and lost in the excitement of the moment. She wanted to get painted something <em>awesome</em>, and that's why she had gotten in line. She wanted to make a memory, and she wanted to see art on her body that wasn't permanent so that she could decide if she wanted to get something far less temporary. It was these thoughts that caused her feet to grind to a stop, though she didn't let go of Anna's hand even if the woman took a couple more steps and unwittingly tugged Grace forward a little. Standing there looking a little empty headed, Grace met Anna's eyes as soon as the woman gave her the opportunity, and then she let slip her pre-emptive request before they went to the painting booth. "I've decided I need a swimsuit," she declared, smiling wide. "Wanna help me pick one out? Then we can go do.." her free hand waved the paper plate at the painting area, a grin crossing her face.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 00:40:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7f/36/ab/7f36ab980d4c3cee5e4de335571c10b5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #2, aka, Nicole.<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving. </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Her hand shot up to wave, returning the greeting-in-motion to the woman who lit up like a Christmas tree. To see the woman so excited and happy as she approached made Nicole feel good. She was even acutely aware that it made <em>Elena</em> - who was sitting at the sewing machine at that very moment - happy, as well, in that 'I am glad I allowed myself to be free' sort of way. Almost immediately Julie was relieving her of her things, and she couldn't help herself from laughing at the woman's lack of <em>acting cool.</em> She'd done so well back at the bench, even when she'd cautiously invited Nicole to show up, but in the moment it was cute to see all that level-headedness melt away a little. <br><br>Before she could even react to the woman's corrected words - and god was Julie <em>so cute</em> - she found herself embraced, and her arms naturally - instinctively, even - came to loop around the woman's waist in a hug, her face smushing into the crook of the woman's shoulder just ever so slightly as Nicole drew in a long breath and let it out in a seemingly happy sigh. Julie was sweaty, sure, but that didn't stop Nicole from enjoying the woman's natural scent. It was a weird thing about Nicole and Elena as a whole - they just liked it, and so she hoped the action went unnoticed. Then the moment had passed, and Nicole had spoke as Julie climbed up into the crowded jeep, Nicole taking the brief respite to wave enthusiastically at Julie's co-volunteers, smiling and offering a few hellos, as well.<br><br>"I won 't let you down,"&nbsp; Julie promised, and Nicole believed her. ""I couldn't if I tried." <br><br>Nicole grabbed Julie's hand and appreciated the assistance with getting into the jeep. Her smaller muscles tensed a little too, but Nicole only really noticed Julie's flex, and not her own. Once inside the jeep, Julie spoke about the accommodations being far from first class, and Nicole just kind of laughed.&nbsp; "It's okay, and I know it'll be worth it," she smiled a bit, standing there as Julie got settled in the jeep, and then as she did the same, she offered up another tidbit,&nbsp; "it all ready is." And, with that, she sunk down fully into a sitting position, her legs criss-crossed, body in no way trying to respect Julie's personal space. Everything was so crowded, she really didn't fret about it, and instead, she allowed herself to just squeeze in next to the woman, one arm pressed against cargo of some type or another, the other side of her body pressed up against Julie's own, shoulder to shoulder. Nicole felt the need to stay alert even with the soothing, adorable grin from Julie, so there was some mild surprise when she turned to see Julie asleep. Giggling - a sound rendered silent by the sounds of the jeep - she lightly placed her head upon Julie's shoulder and wiggled her body down until she was slumped in the jeep enough to use the woman as a pillow, and after a bit of struggle - twenty minutes worth or so, really - she fell asleep, too.<br><br>So, when Julie came to, Nicole had not. She stayed half-coiled up there, contently passed out against the woman and, in her sleep, even cuddling the woman's arm that was closest to her, too. It wasn't much, but her own arm had come to coil around the soft skinned appendage of Julie during the time she'd slept, and it was just <em>a thing that happened.</em> When Julie spoke, it summoned Nicole from the depths of her slumber, the words only heard because they were so close together. "Mmn?" she murmured, the sound obviously a question but not really words at all. "We are?" Those two words came out coherent, but still tainted heavily by her drowsiness. Meanwhile, her eyes had fluttered open, but now rested just half-short of being closed. As for the whole <em>hugging Julie's arm thing</em>, Nicole just kind of looked up at Julie sheepishly from her spot on her shoulder and then forced herself to sit upright, all cuddling ceased. That turned out to be a good thing, because Julie stood moments later, leaving the less-achy but still sleepy Nicole sitting on the floor. It didn't take her long to match suit though as her hands found places to hold, allowing her to stand as well. Her legs felt like jello - like they'd fallen asleep - but all that did was cause her to sway slightly once fully upright, an issue handled by Nicole simply keeping a grasp on some of the cargo to help keep her standing.<br><br>"You have about a minute," Julie said, catching Nicole's attention like a fish hook, "And if you don't love this place by then, you've made a big mistake coming here." Nicole blinked a few times, smiling. Was the woman trying to make her worry? Or was it just that Julie was so worried about Nicole having a good time? "I can't imagine how you wouldn't though."<br><br>It was with those words - and that sentiment - that Nicole finally allowed herself to look away from Julie and <em>around</em>. It was beautiful, to say the least, and totally away from anything she'd experienced before. The large gate, which marked their near - arrival, was nothing compared to the sight of a herd of wildebeest roaming a large, seemingly enclosed space on the outskirts. Nicole lit up, then, even though it was perhaps the only thing in terms of wildlife she could see in the growing darkness. Without warning, Nicole turned and hugged the woman again - and this was no lazy hug, either - it included a firm squeeze, and another moment of enjoying the woman's smell. It also ended with Nicole pressed up against Julie lightly once she'd let go, the woman enjoying the closeness to her companion even though there was plenty of room now that they were standing to put a small gap between them. She didn't, though. Didn't really want to. This was officially a strange, new place and she was so excited to explore.<br><br>... she was also very tired, as evidenced by the fact that she didn't hesitate to bring her hand to her mouth, shielding a yawn, as her body swayed a little due to the jeep, resulting in a little hip - bump to Julie. Nicole was pretty busy looking around, and it was obvious she was distracted. Even when there was hardly anything to see but wilderness, she seemed excited and engaged, and as they came into view of the small buildings dotting the landscape, Nicole didn't hesitate to sway into Julie again, this time her eyes coming to find the woman's own. "What're those?" she asked, smiling, "And where will I be staying? With you? On my own?" <br><br>Nicole hoped the former, but the latter was okay, too. Nothing could rain on her parade in that moment, not even actual rain. Figuring Nicole was a little sweaty herself - though far, far less than Julie - she imagined rain would feel pretty amazing. So would a shower, or a wipe-down using some babywipes. Anything like that was right up Nicole's alley, but, ultimately, it wouldn't much bother her to go without any of that, either. So instead of allowing herself to focus on anything of that nature, she instead finally pried her eyes away from Julie to continue looking around as they neared their destination, body nearly on tip-toes, at times, to try and give her a better view of the things they passed. She would need a tour of everything, to say the least, otherwise Nicole feared her curiosity and adventurism may devour her. To address that concern, she found herself asking: "Will you have time to give me a tour tomorrow?" Her eagerness was a subtle expression that it was hard for her to be in a place like this without immediately being able to explore, and knowing she'd have to <em>wait</em> until the next day to truly absorb the glory of it all was a pain; yet, she was excited to hunker down somewhere and get to know Julie more, too. Extremely excited about that, actually. Before long, the jeep came to a stop, and though Nicole was a little confused as to exactly <em>where</em> they were, the fact that Julie's friends were all hopping out just put her excitement into full - tilt. They'd made it! And for Nicole, it was more than just some spur-of-the-moment thing. She was in a place where she could help living creatures, and that truly played a melody on her soul's harp.<br></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 01:26:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 07:15 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Feeling ridiculously relieved<br><hr><br>"To dinner?" she echoed, genuine surprise in her voice. Olivia hadn't expected such forwardness; even though this was Vegas, a promiscuous place, somehow Jason's revelation had left her unprepared for an offer like that, even if she had no idea what it entailed. Perhaps it was simple curiosity, just like she was curious about him. Liv didn't meet many Evolved and much less did she meet ones that were so willing to display their abilities. She was all too aware that this was a pretty unique opportunity for her... which, of course, didn't mean that she was willing to come across as desperately eager. <br><br>Olivia shrugged in what was a half successful attempt to tone down the initial - and considerably more sincere - confoundedness. "Well...I don't know," she continued, and as she accepted the dress, she made sure to press it against her upper body before uprighting herself. "You do make it sound like being someone's flying companion is daily business for you. A girl does want to feel special, you know." She gazed at him uninhibitedly while his back was turned, a hint of disappointment in her eyes as she silently mourned the sight of his now folded wings. They really were splendid, and as she tugged the thin fabric of the dress over her head Liv found herself pondering just how well she would do drawing a version of herself with wings like that. She wasn't confident about it, but then, she much felt like her exploring of her own enhancements was in its baby stage still. Altering her form to the example of a drawing rather than the tattoos she was so familiar with was a little frightening, a lot more challenging as well and she was definitely a little insecure in that aspect still. <em>Perhaps another day. </em><br><br>Once fully dressed - for as much as one piece of clothing could constitute as such - Olivia stepped out from behind the bar and traversed the room, back to the painting that covered a considerable part of the rightmost wall. She crouched down to pick up her paint and brush, the need for a distraction evident. Through her long eyelashes she regarded the brush for a while whilst letting the soft bristles trace the palm of her hand. "You know what, though?" she mused, "I know the perfect place to go." Olivia dug into the big chest that held her paint supplies, removing a crude piece of paper and a dark pencil, on which she hastily scribbled an address. She was by no means a demure kind of girl, but a hint of that sentiment shone through as she walked up to Jason, this time not allowing the sight of his divine wings to distract her. With a lofty motion of her arm she handed over the paper. "Meet me here at seven?" she asked, though it was hardly a question. "If we have half as much in common as I think we do, I think we'll have a good time, you and I." <br><br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><br>She'd made a conscious effort not to be late, but Liv hadn't anticipated to show up this early. It was a little pathetic, really, and she could only hope that Jason would either do her the courtesy of showing up early himself or being fashionably late, so at least he wouldn't <em>know</em> that she'd shown up a good twenty minutes before seven, looking perhaps a little too desperate. She wasn't, but she couldn't deny being distinctly excited, which was a bit odd for the girl; usually it took a lot more to get her heart pumping. <br><br>For the occasion she'd donned a red dress that, unlike the little gown she'd been wearing during the day, was made of less breezy material and actually made Olivia look like she'd an effort to dress up for the night. Not that she'd easily be caught in something that didn't radiate a need to be able to <em>move</em> and her heels were high enough to add a bit of length but comfortable enough not to risk breaking her ankles. Her dark blond hair - she was in one of those rare phases where she stuck with her natural shade -&nbsp; rested lightly on her shoulders. It was shorter than she was used to, the just below shoulder length feeling a little uneasy still. <br><br>The Greek little restaurant wasn't particularly imposing, although it did look quaint. With its typical white and blue and the font in which it name was painted upon the front there was no missing what cuisine was being served here. It had the appearance of a bistro more than a proper dining establishment, although it had more class than you would give it credit for at first glance. Olivia knew the owner, Nikolas, from one of the first proper tattoos she had ever done on a customer. He must have been satisfied with it, considering the fact that he, to this day, would bring her free baklava after dinner whenever she visited and sit down for a chat. She wasn't sure if he'd be equally inclined to do so when she brought male company - you know, male company that wasn't Alex, at least. <br><br><br>She wasn't sure how long she'd been standing there when she noticed Jason approaching. Immediately Olivia pushed off from the wall against which she had been leaning perhaps slightly too casually and allowed her fingers to flutter in a little wave of greeting. "Glad you found it okay," she chimed, lingering briefly between leaning forward for a more traditional two kiss on the cheek greeting or not. It felt a little forced though, and instead Olivia found herself merely touching his arm briefly before turning towards the restaurant. <br><br>"I didn't quite&nbsp; know what the context of this dinner is," she offered the moment Jason did arrive, and with an impish sort of smile gestured behind herself. "So if we're going Dutch, then at least I'll be able to afford my share."&nbsp; It wasn't an apology, not even a subtle hint that he better be leaping back to pre-emancipation times and treat the lady he invited to a free meal. Liv didn't consider herself much of a lady, anyway, and besides, even if Vegas was a nightmare to find an affordable home in, she was doing well enough money wise. She had a roof over her head, food on the table - when she remembered to do the groceries - and enough money to spare to facilitate her need for adrenaline-fueling hobbies. What Liv hoped to gain from the off-hand remark was a little clarity in just what he was expecting in all this. She was easygoing and Liv suspected that it had been worth forfeiting horror movie night with Alex for regardless of where it took them, but she was curious enough to want to know, if only because Jason really didnt' strike her as the type for one-night stands. <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 10:10:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 7:12 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Inspecting his work<br><hr>The notion of flying with someone daily was an amusing one, it earned her an equally amused little chuckle. “I think you're plenty special,” He commented while she mulled over the choice. He found it perhaps a bit strange that she was spending time deciding if it was something that she wanted to do, for him it seemed like a great opportunity. If nothing else they were both Evolved and they could talk hobbies for an evening, get away from the work and all. So needless to say he was thankful when she approached with the paper and he took it from her extended hand. His lips cocked to the side in a lopsided smile and he nodded her. “Here at seven. I wouldn't miss it.” He said, lowering his head in what was likely some sort of half chivalrous bow, before taking a couple of strides back; he bent down and snatched up his coat, tugging it over his shoulders and covering his wings fully once more. “I'd like to think we will.” He held up the paper to confirm before spinning on his heels and tugging the door open, so she could resume her work and he could go do other things while the day went by.<br><br><div align="center"><strong>* * * * *</strong></div><br>While in town Jason didn't have access to his own car(s), so instead he rented – there was no way in hell that he was going to be caught in a cab if he could get around it. When Jason rented, especially in places like this, he had a flare for going above and beyond. They weren't his babies, and probably not anything he'd ever go out of his way to own, just because they were impractical, but they sure were fun to play around with for a couple of days. So no doubt when he pulled into the parking lot of the little Greek place - about fifteen minutes before seven – in the white with black trim Lamborghini Aventador he stood out.<br><br>Due to his condition it was always difficult to really dress up – something he actually regretted not being able to do. The number of parties had he and Elena skipped because there was just no convincing way to pull off a trench coat in that kind of company was staggering. On the other hand it kept him away from the boring people that usually occupied those parties. Even without that though he and his wife couldn't go out fancily, or when they did it had to be her dressing up. He worked with what he had. Some pretty casual off white slacks and a skin tight pure white tee that clung to his chest. Of course with the same heavy leather coat he'd been wearing earlier draped over it.<br><br>When he stepped out and got away from the car, heading for the door, he saw her little wave from that red dress and grinned. His hands stuffed into the pockets of his coat and he made his way up to her, “Well so long as you don't know that I spent about twenty minutes trying to find it,” He quipped. “You look wonderful, by the way.”<br><br>Jason tugged a hand from his coat and offered it out to her – he was nothing if not gentlemanly, perhaps even a little overly so given the day and age. It had to do with where he was no, versus where he had come from. He was very familiar with humility, and his parents had instilled – or attempted too anyway – very grass roots ideas into his head. He hadn't seen many chances to uses those things growing up, but when he'd come to America with Elena, and found himself in a completely different world he was easily able to adapt. He did paused when she mentioned going dutch and shook his head, “No dutch, this is my treat.” He insisted, leading her towards the front doors. “I'm glad you showed up early too. I was worried I might look a little silly sitting here waiting for you.” He chuckled, tugging the door open for her and letting her slip in before him.<br><br>“So what's good here?” He questioned, offering his arm once more to her and waving with his other arm for her to take her pick of location and lead them in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 10:28:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/polls/1067000/1067141_1341354244761_full.jpg?v=1341354343)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco (Bourbon and Branch) | April 18th, 2015 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting another Evo<br><hr><br>Max had to admit, he liked the bar. It was... a little more old fashioned than he usually liked, but it was still pretty damn cool, and felt pretty unique in San Francisco compared to a lot of the other bars he had been to. And, of course, the place had some of the world's best Bourbon which was difficult to find anywhere outside of way upscale places here.<br><br>Max asked about what they had to drink and the woman recommended a Balvenie 1971, causing Max's eyebrows to rise a bit in surprise. This chick didn't fuck around when it came to her whiskey, that was for sure. Max wasn't sure exactly how much that particular year cost, but he knew old Balvenie was <em>not</em> even close to cheap. Max enjoyed the finer things in life, but he usually didn't spend quite that much on a drink, but... did it really matter? He flashed her a smile and nodded. "Well I can't turn down something like that," he said, "Neat, please, of course."<br><br>At her question, Max shrugged a bit. "Kind of from all over," he said, "Moved around a lot as a kid, and now I travel a lot. How about you? You don't really seem like a local either." Like Sarah, Max had a habit of picking up on who was local and who wasn't. People who were local had already seen that, done that. The tourists gawked at everything. And the transplants had seen everything, but generally hadn't quite grown distainful of the things they were around every day. Plus, in his experience, most bartenders tended to be roamers like him.<br><br>Glancing around the bar briefly, he looked back at Sarah with another smile. "This place feels like a nice little oasis in the middle of this city's craziness," he added, "I think I like it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 19:54:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Meetings<br><br>Kumiho shook the man's hand, firm without being annoying.&nbsp; Like every American, he included his actual country he lived in as an afterthought, something Kumi had noticed quite often over the years.&nbsp; But at least he didn't attempt to crush your hand like some of the Americans, as if greetings were meant to be a survival of the fittest.&nbsp; And he knew how to enjoy a city.&nbsp; It was rare enough to find a traveler like that, and an American one was a four leaf clover.<br><br>"Sounds great, let's check it out.&nbsp; And I agree, even the worst bars here somehow pour liquid gold from the taps."&nbsp; He turned and walked along with Max, continuing his interested examination of the street and scene while they walked, though he had half an eye on Max himself.&nbsp; Had the big fellow simply used the "don't I know you" line to ask Kumi for a beer?&nbsp; It was a possibility, he supposed, though a rather bold one to try on a random fellow on the street.&nbsp; Kumiho had found that this form was attractive to both men and women, but he didn't think it screamed "gay."&nbsp; If Max was simply looking for a date he was taking a big swing for the fences here.<br><br>Kumi was not particularly concerned, he was simply toying with these ideas mentally as they walked along and made some small talk.&nbsp; But as an Evolved he always considered an ulterior motive when pieces didn't quite fit.&nbsp; He had never come particularly close to being caught, but partly because he always considered the possibility that they would find him some way.&nbsp; Strange&nbsp; men asking him for a beer didn't seem a standard Tac 6 move, but Kumi was always afraid that they would find a new tactic, something that wouldn't allow him an easy escape.<br><br>Kumi slid into a seat opposite Max and glanced around.&nbsp; He loved outdoor seating, allowed you to still watch the scene and had always felt with a moment's distraction he could be gone and unrecognizable if need be.&nbsp; He nodded in satisfaction and turned his attention back to the fellow across from him.&nbsp; "West Coast, eh?&nbsp; You don't look like the Oregon type, not enough length to your beard.&nbsp; I'm going to guess Silicon Valley, maybe venture capital, or you sold some company and now you spend your time building a personal submarine or saving up for a space flight."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>24-06-2016, 23:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/215f5c00-e5d3-4cb3-966e-883c0d3304bc_zpshuk31qlv.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Animal rehabilitation centre near Kruger National Park | March 17 2015 | 09:45 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena/Nicole<br><strong>Content:</strong> Coming Home<br><hr><br>It was nothing short of mesmerizing to see the look of wonder that filled Nicole's eyes upon taking in the sight laid out before them. Julie gladly imagined that when she had first arrived on the southern continent she had regarded the world in much the same way, marvelling over how stunningly beautiful, how incredibly surreal and so vastly different from her homeland it was. It was an experience that seemed to find her every time she returned to the wildlife reserve, which made it all the more remarkable that Julianne found herself gladly lingering on the sight of Nicole instead, who remained blissfully oblivious of the undivided attention of her new friend that she had garnered. <br><br>The enthusiasm of her new companion was infectious, even if Julie hardly needed any encouragement to exhibit her excitement over returning to the wildlife reserve. She had missed the African continent dearly while she was graduating, and every moment spent here was a blessing that she never ceased to be grateful for. There were also other sentiments present though, ones that she wasn't quite as familiar with. It probably had to do with the fact that in all this time, Julianne had never been able to find someone like her, no, someone like <em>Nicole</em>, who so willingly followed a complete stranger into the best sort of adventure life had to offer. And, although this was something she was a lot less consciously aware of, the fact that she stayed so physically near Julie really helped as well. <br><br>"Wouldn't think you've been sleeping for the past three hours," &nbsp;she said teasingly as she watched Nicole try in vain to suppress a yawn. The jeep was turning into a smaller road, one that turned rather abruptly before heading up a slope. Julie, knowing what was coming, instinctively braced herself one moment before realizing Nicole would likely be caught unawares. It wasn't like she would ordinarily be so forward, but with her present company it didn't feel strange to reach out and wrap her arm around the girl's waist, pulling her closer as Julie used her free hand to grab the bar that ran along the length of the back of the jeep's cabin. Almost immediately one of the wheels hit a ditch in the road, and they were almost launched right off the side (or into the cargo, rather), and even Julie had trouble remaining upright now. "I'm sorry," she said uneasily, but only when the jeep had returned to a more even path once more, "I probably should have warned you."<br><br>Julie's hand remained loosely resting upon the gentle curve of the girl's hip, almost as if forgotten; the familiarity of it was a little unlikely, but to not retreat seemed so incredibly logical that she couldn't bring herself to back away. Instead she pointed over the top of the vehicle towards the buildings that Nicole had noticed not moments before. "That's the lodges," she explained, a bit redundantly perhaps. Julianne indicated a group of ten or so wooden buildings with low gabled rooftops that stood perched upon wooden poles to even their flooring against the uneven slope upon which they were built. There was little horizontal ground to be seen as a whole; the entire area seemed to consist of gently waving grass and darker soil, rolling out towards more densely overgrown areas in the distance. There was electrical lighting visible, and each cabin had a porch light near its door. There were a few more lights scattered outside the one bigger building; the common area, clearly, where the office, the kitchen and the dining hall were situated. Julie dutifully explained it all to Nicole, making it abundantly clear that she loved the place dearly if only by the way she explained every little detail. "A river runs to the east of the place; we sometimes take the primates there to play. The enclosures are a stone's throw away from the lodges. They are purposely kept dark so the animals don't get too used to the artificial lighting. I'll show you all the poor creatures we keep here by morning, although..."<br><br>It was at this point that the jeep made another sharp turn before drawing to a rather sudden halt in a makeshift parking spot, and this time the significantly distracted Julie had to hold onto Nicole to keep from falling instead. Her fingers dug, perhaps a bit painfully, into the girl's soft skin as she all but crashed into her."Hah," she muttered awkwardly, her fingers brushing back a few strands of hair, "Sorry about that." Immediately a look of flustered embarrassment overcame her, and now Julie did jump away, right out of the jeep, in fact, as if she needed the distance to clear her head. Julie went in search of her backpack, which was stowed away behind a crate of metal cans. She removed a heavy torch from within and, with a quick smile and a look of insincere apology, turned to her peers. |We'll come help in a moment," she assured them, which was a blatant lie and they all knew it. "But I have a friend who's been waiting to see me all day!"<br><br>Julianne turned to Nicole and gestured with renewed excitement. "Come!" she urged, skipping ahead with a sudden impatience. Julie didn't quite explain herself; she merely ventured over to the main building, making sure that Nicole was keeping up with her, until she reached one of the side entrances. In its doorway a woman already stood waiting, a look of playful impatience on her face. "You're late," Cora scolded, "I bet the little devil's going to be upset with you." <br><br>"As if he could ever be angry with me," Julianne countered confidently. She approached the middle-aged woman, who had the most beautifully braided, dark hair, and took the generously sized bottle that she was wielding. "Besides, I've got the perfect thing to bribe him with now!"<br><br>Again Julie urged Nicole to follow, although the path that she was leading her on to was one that seemed to head into the most intense sort of darkness. Julie almost forgot to turn on her flashlight, and for a moment she halted, clumsily wielding the milk-filled container and the torch for a moment before deciding there was a more practical solution. "Have you ever bottlefed a wild animal before?" she inquired matter-of-factly, thrusting the bottle into the girl's unsuspecting hold. Flicking on the torch was easy now, and a narrow beam of light extended before them, revealing the way to a tall enclosure not fifty feet ahead. From it a high-pitched whine had begun to emanate, a pitiful howl that was pulling at Julie's heartstrings. She grabbed Nicole's hand with her own, leading her onward to the big wooden door, which was barred from the outside. On the opposite side the sound of shuffling feet could be heard, the whinnying noise now all sort of aggravated sounding. Immediately she began to lift the wooden beam and undo the lock. Julie didn't dawdle, although she did spare a moment to warn Nicole. "Be careful," she insisted, "He has a way of hitting you in the back of the knees, making your knees buckle. You don't want to know how many times he had me trip right into a pile of--"&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps she should have kept a bit of pressure upon the door, but already Julie learned that her focus seemed to wander in the presence of Nicole. As a surprisingly strong force barged into the door, she found that she didn't need to be headbutted in the knees to be knocked clean off her feet. A rather shocked "Whoa!" escaped her in the split second before she fell backwards, the torch instantly launched from her grip. It spun along the ground, its beam aiming rather uselessly towards the distant trees. Something brushed past Nicole's legs, causing her to lose her balance at least a little. Julie made a valiant effort to struggle back up, but already it was too late. As happy little grunty noises echoed in the darkness she felt the considerable weight of a baby black rhino pretending to be a lapdog barging into her. A surprisingly soft nuzzle was shoved into her face, causing the girl to first protest with shocked cries of "Khara, no!" before relenting, and with a girlish sort of elated laughter she finally managed to elbow her way into a semi-upright position just so she could wrap her arms around the cuddly creature. She felt rough skin against her far more delicate body and a somewhat unsettling wetness from what she hoped to be excitable drooling. "You big oaf," she said in mock complaint, and Julie pressed a kiss against the little rhino's forehead, her hands finding his favourite spot to scratch, right behind his wiggly ears. "You're supposed to make me look good in front of my new friend!"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 00:27:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 06:46 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Having dinner<br><hr><br>She hadn't really been able to figure out his intentions from the way he had responded to the question, but Olivia gladly accepted his chivalrous behaviour and linked her harm through Jason's. She wasn't even sure why she was so doubtful about this whole dinner date; normally she had very little trouble figuring out what motives a guy had to ask her out. More than likely it had something to do with the fact that in Liv's circles, she didn't get to deal with men like Jason much (although that was a pretty poor definition; Olivia was fairly confident that he was pretty fucking unique) and the whole gentlemanly approach kept catching her off-guard. It would make her suspicious, even, if it weren't for the fact that she simply couldn't imagine him ever willfully wanting to harm someone without good reason to, and so it wasn't that hard to shake off any unfounded wariness and lead him into the cozy little place - with perhaps a somewhat abundant decor - and to one of the tables in the far end of the restaurant, away from too many curious listeners and conveniently shielded from a large part of the restaurant by a decorative, whitewashed wooden wall. The fact that they didn't have to wait for a maitre-dis said enough about the casual nature of the place, although Olivia had seen a hostess at the front at times. Perhaps it was a little odd to be a regular at a place like this; she didn't even care for Greek food <em>that</em> much. She just loved the laidback atmosphere, the friendly staff and, above everything else, the mozaic of various scenes of the Iliad, which lined most of the walls inside the establishment. It preyed upon her love for the stories of old, and even now it took Olivia a moment to tear her gaze from the sight, her mind effortlessly listing the various characters that were depicted. <br><br>"I'm not going to tell you what's good, because <em>everything</em> is good in here," she said, and an enigmatic smile warmed her features as she grabbed one of the menus that were already lying on the table. She glanced at it, pursed her lips and then went and grabbed another which she then decisively handed over to Jason. "This one's in Greek," she told him pointedly. "And unless you are fluent at the language, the only way you have of judging what dish you'll like best is by its original name." mozaic lazily tapped against the back of the laminated menu. "I'd do the same, but I've been here too many times for it to work anymore. So why don't you order for me, too?" <br><br>She sat back in her seat at that, just in time to catch a rotund man approaching from their left. Nikolas was a man who fully embraced the Burgundian way of life. But despite that, he was surprisingly muscular, and his biceps were drawn rather well underneath the fabric of his - perhaps a bit too tight - white shirt. He arrived at the table with a generous smile, his arms spread to the sides in a welcoming manner. Although he was in his early fifties, the man's hair was a perfect raven black and he sported a narrow beard and moustache that only added to his hospitable Mediterranean nature. <br><br><em>"Yia Olivia!"</em> he greeted warmly. <em>"Se pethmisa poly!"</em> Nikolas looked like he was about to give her a hug, and he probably would have if it hadn't been for her present company. Even as Olivia returned the greeting she caught him curiously letting his gaze dart over to Jason. Immediately she began having second thoughts on whether this had been a particularly well thought out idea. "Ah, I see you bring a guest with you," he commented, and now he looked Jason up and down without a trace of shame. "It's always good when she brings a guest - it means twice the income for me!"&nbsp; <br><br>Nikolas generally had that one typical uncle sense of humour that Liv could easily forgive him for, and when he briefly turned away, only to return with a mandatory bottle of ouzo and two shot glasses, she gladly accepted the anise flavoured aperitif and looked to Jason with a spark of amusement. He was suffering the rather crude remarks of the restaurant owner, who was rolling up his sleeve to reveal the design she had etched into his upper arm. A rather graphic image of a naked Aphrodite carried a strange contrast of seductiveness and innocence as she gazed out from her eternal spot on the man's warm skin. "She has a talent, that one," he pointed as he grabbed the bottle again, this time actually bothering to fill Jason's glass as well. "I don't know why she doesn't bring nice men like you here more often." Nikolas shrugged. "At least you <em>are</em> a man, last time I saw her here she -- " <br><br>"I think my friend is ready to order, Nikolas," Olivia interrupted, her voice clear enough to instantly silence the man. The directness was offset by the warm expression in her eyes, and Liv loosely folded her arms on top of the surface of the table. She didn't need the Greek restaurant owner to give away all her secrets to Jason that easily. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 01:01:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/polls/1067000/1067141_1341354244761_full.jpg?v=1341354343)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco (Bourbon and Branch) | April 18th, 2015 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting another Evo<br><hr><br>Max was glad Kumiho had decided to come with him, his mind was still churning and trying to figure out the mystery of who this guy was. It was kind of driving him crazy how he couldn't place where he'd seen him before, not really seen, but rather felt/smelled/whatever his damn senses told him. He could never really describe the way he sensed other Evolved, but it was like a combination of all of his senses, but totally separate from them. He had caught wind of a few other Evolved in town, really they were rare but found in all parts of the world, and this place was no exception, but none of them were familiar to him, not like this guy was.<br><br>The place they sat down was relatively quiet, and a waiter quickly brought them menus with Max ordering a beer as he idly toyed with the menu, pondering whether he wanted some appetizers or something. A small nod answered Kumi's question about the West Coast and Max laughed, shaking his head. "Definitely not Oregon," he said, "I don't even like granola. But yeah, we moved all over a lot, but spent a lot of time on the West Coast. A lot of time in San Francisco, some in LA and San Diego, though my dad was from here, actually. And no, no venture capitalist, just lucky enough to come from a well connected family. Sadly, I never picked up a submarine along the way, if I'd have thought about it maybe I'd have asked dad for one before he left." Max snickered and gave a small shrug.<br><br>"How about you?" he asked, "I've traveled a lot but can't quite place your exact accent. I like it though, your accent I mean." Another flash of a smile as their beers arrived, and Max held his up, "Cheers! Or I guess Na zdravi since we're here in Prague."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 03:28:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Meetings<br><br>Kumiho was just as busy as Max was attempting to place the face across from him.&nbsp; He had decided there was probably more than a random pickup line to the man, especially because Kumi did indeed find the man familiar too.&nbsp; While he talked he was busy shifting through memories, faces, trying to connect the man in front of him to some memory, some place.<br><br>"Ah, well, I'm not as good at guessing as I think," Kumiho relented.&nbsp; He never took things too seriously, either others or himself.&nbsp; He was pleased that the American took his ribbing with a grain of salt.&nbsp; Some people couldn't take a joke, particularly when it came to their money.&nbsp; The fact that Max could admit that he just stumbled onto his money gave him big points in Kumi's books.<br><br>Kumiho was rather pleased at the comment about his accent and he let it show on his face.&nbsp; "Well, I think I've traveled so much that I've got a smattering of everything when I talk.&nbsp; English wasn't my first tongue, and I learned it from so many people."&nbsp; It was all a crock of shit, but Kumi had been throwing together crocks of shit for so long he hardly knew the difference.&nbsp; And for some reason he zealously guarded the Maltese origin of his accent.&nbsp; He didn't want anybody knowing where else they could hear it, he loved it being his.<br><br>"I spent a good deal of time working at a resort, in Indonesia," Kumi expounded, which was true as far as it went.&nbsp; "There were people from all over the world there, it was wild.&nbsp; I learned some English there, but hardly anyone spoke it right I suppose."&nbsp; He took a long pull of his beer and watched Max.&nbsp; "How long have you had the beard?" he asked suddenly, wondering if perhaps that was what was keeping him from placing the fellow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 11:30:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 6:50 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dinner time.<br><hr>Jason took hold of the menu, slowly browsing over the foreign language. It was all Greek – quite literally – to him, and while he had occasionally sampled Greek cuisine it wasn't something that ranked in his favorites. Not that he didn't like it, just that he didn't make a habit of going out of his way for it. So all of the dishes didn't make a whole lot of sense too him, but there was no way he could have remained married to Elena if he didn't learn how to be adventurous, because that very well may as well have been her middle name. “Everything eh?” He said, over the menu whilst perusing it. He'd already, mostly, made up his mind when this man came over and greeted Olivia – which said a lot about how often she was here.<br><br>Nikolas' joke was enough to get wide smile and some deep chest chuckles from Jason – it was refreshing to see a man who was honest in his work and clearly enjoyed it so. It didn't much matter if he was like this with all customers or just the ones that he knew personally, the man was being true to himself, and that was a trait Jason could admire whole heartedly. When he showed off the tattoo, his mind had a hard time not flickering back to the images that had been inked into Olivia's body – clearly not by her own hand, but no doubt by her own design. “May I?” Jason asked, and reached out to shift the tattoo around so he could see it completely. “Very impressive work indeed my friend,” He assured the owner before flattening out his hand and offering him a shake. “Jason, it's quite the place you've got here,” He said, gesturing around the room with his other hand.<br><br>The abrupt stop that Olivia put to the mans verbal offering was not lost on Jason, and his lips curled into a little smirk – he was far from a prude, so he could imagine what the last words of that sentence were. “Well, I'm glad I meet your approval.” He chuckled, nodding when Liv mentioned ordering, “Ah yea, well let's start with a order of the horta vrasta, and then a moussaka for two?” He questioned, just making sure that was possible, before finishing up, “And then I think we'll crown the evening with some baklava,” The only thing that he was actually familiar with that wasn't a gyro of some design. He folded the menu and offered it to Nikolas so that it could go with him, but before relinquishing it, “And a bottle of wine, chef's choice for the meal?” He requested.<br><br>With the order placed, Jason turned his attention back to Olivia and resumed his amused little smirk. Her secrets, and the fact she wanted to keep them so was still playing in his head. “So this is sort of your testing ground for people?” He inquired innocently.<br><br>“Tattoo work huh?” He raised a brow, folding his hands in front of himself on the table, “How did you go from drawing on people to drawing on walls for a casino entrepreneur?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 15:13:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 06:46 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Having dinner<br><hr><br>Olivia watched Nikolas leave, raising her eyebrows briefly as he cast her a knowing wink in passing. The man had built up quite a bit of credit with Liv over the past two years and not <em>just</em> because he'd allowed her the occasional free meal when she didn't enjoy a steady income just yet. God, she'd really come a long way since leaving her home town, and that very realization made her all the more grateful about the circle of friends she'd gathered here in Vegas in so short a time. "I guess you could say that," she nodded in answer to Jason's question. "If Nikolas didn't approve of you I'd have been out of here already. Or rather, you would be; the man is surprisingly strong, you know, and very protective. Don't let his fatherly friendliness fool you!" <br><br>Finally she picked up the glass of ouzo, and in old Greek tradition murmured a cheeky <em>Yamas!</em> before downing it in one go. The searing liquid warmed her throat in a way that wasn't really favorable in a place like Vegas, but she definitely enjoyed the alcohol percentage in the drink. Not that she was an avid drinker, but the sweet buzz of alcohol had a way of taking away those final inhibitions before she'd venture into something daring, something not very thought out and probably really stupid, but that had thusfar led her to some of the best memories in her life. <br><br>His followup question incited a genuine feel of excitement though. "You can call it fate, I guess, or sheer luck. Charles happened to see the very design I'm currently painting onto his wall, hanging in the Thick as Thieves as a tattoo design. He's offered a pretty hefty sum," she added without shame; being modest about money was hardly an issue when the man you were dining with had arrived in a Lamborghini, right? "And so I'm on loan to the Black Dragon Casino for another two weeks." Liv shrugged, her eyes focusing on the way she rolled the glass between her fingers now that it was empty. "It's different, a bit weird to focus on one drawing for such an extended amount of time. It really helps that I like the design though...I mean, I've been thinking about..." <br><br>A thought occurred to her, and Liv's eyes shot up to Jason again. Immediately she sat up again, an impish gleam in her eyes as she reached her hand up, indicating the ink that marked her shoulder. "You've seen what I can do, right?" she said, which was, of course, not really a question. Liv traced the outline of the black hawk drawn upon her upper arm in an almost affectionate way. "I have another one of a black cat," she explained, "One of a mermaid too, though that's not really something I got to use much out here." She laughed breathlessly; there was a slight unease to focusing on her own abilities and yet she couldn't bring herself not to focus on the one thing that connected the two of them. "You know I couldn't explain how it works if I try. If I can draw it, I can become it, if only for a short while. If it's&nbsp; drawn on my body I can retain the shape a lot longer, like... like it's a part of me. I've been considering adding a fourth tattoo for that reason, but I don't want it be just a bird, or a cat..." With a conspiring look in her eyes Olivia glanced up at Jason, her hand briefly clenching into a loose fist before she abruptly reached out, taking his hand with her own. "Something exciting." <br><br>A few seconds passed and Liv couldn't keep from lingering on the subtle physical connection, which she didn't really want to end just yet. "I uh..." she finally continued, her voice dwindling. Her thumb absently traced the side of Jason's hand. Was this too forward? It was probably too forward but she couldn't get herself to withdraw, either. "I have to confess that I'm increasingly curious about who you are, though. You're not like the people I'm used to running into around here. Is it just the lights, or is there more to it?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 16:12:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 6:50 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dinner time.<br><hr>“I'm sure that I would be,” He commented, chuckling about Nikolas' strength. He had no doubt the man was strong, he certainly looked it; despite that Jason wasn't the least bit concerned, because despite his rather basically toned body he had a strength that was anything but normal – and at worst that was only the very tip of the iceberg that was Jason Vandel.<br><br>Listening to the story that she shared about how she'd gotten contracted by Charles made sense – though he did have to wonder why he was in a tattoo parlor, that didn't seem much up his ally; then again looks could be deceiving as he was living proof of. He looked once more over the tattoos that she displayed, nodding as she talked about her powers. It was interesting to hear her discuss how they worked, what she could do with them. “Something exciting?” He inquired, and with a small chuckle he absently suggested, “Like a dragon?”<br><br>Of course he was only just kidding.<br><br>He was very aware of her hand on his, and that was something he wasn't sure how to handle. There was a part of him, an older part, a dutiful part that wanted to tug his hand away – though he made no real outward sign of wanting to do so – and explain why that was wrong. There was another part of him that remembered the still – vaguely – fresh agreement he and Elena had come too. Of course he didn't know if there was any sort of protocol for these things, was he supposed to phone her first? How would that phone call even go? <em>'Hi, honey? I'm eating dinner with a lovely lady in Vegas and we're holding hands. Just thought I'd let you know!'</em> It sounded ridiculous as he mentally recited it. She hadn't asked him for any sort of permission – but then again she hadn't done. Or she had. Jason's forehead creased for a moment while he tried to sort that one out.<br><br>His eyes shifted from her, where he had been paying full attention, to her thumb, if only to sort of mentally capture that moment. He wasn't going to act like he didn't like the gesture – and it shown in the way his features smoothed out again. “Me?” He finally said with a little chuckle, “Well I hope not being like those people isn't a bad thing.”<br><br>How did one begin talking about themselves, randomly, without any sort of direct line of questioning. That meant really evaluating those things that were most important about yourself and offering them up. “Well, I was born in Caxias do Sul, a little city in Brazil.” He started, and before he could get to another point he had to figure out where exactly to start. “I got into a lot of trouble in my youth, the area is run by the cartels and my family was in deep. Eventually I got away from that and found my passion in my art, and I studied under a master for a couple of years before my past caught up with me.” He sighed a little, “That's when,” He gestured over his shoulder with his free hands thumb, “That happened.”<br><br>Jason shifted his gaze momentarily away from her, just to observe their surroundings. The longer he looked at it the more he liked the interior of this building. Eventually – and not really that long after – his eyes managed to find their way back to their hands. He chuckled softly, because this was about to be the bomb he didn't know how to handle, but he wasn't comfortable keeping in his pocket, “Some time after that I met my wife, Elena. She fell in love with my craft, and brought me back to America with her so that I could try it in a new way. We were married not too long after that, and we bought our own home in Albany. She was tired of living in her father's old houses, she wanted something... Hers.” He explained, swallowing a heavy lump. “After that? I started blowing glass again more regularly, both for myself and for money, not that I need it any more.” He furrowed his brow, and looked to catch her gaze, “I'm afraid I don't know what else to tell, but I'm I've got nothing to hide... You already know my big secret.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 16:43:43</strong>
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				<br>﻿<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 06:46 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Having dinner<br><hr><br><br>The revelations about his past surprised Olivia. "Brazil, really?" she echoed, astonishment resonating in her voice. "I genuinely wouldn't have guessed. You have a lot of surprises hiding behind that appearance of charm and gallantry, don't you?" And he really did, although the sheer extent of what else he was about to reveal to her was something Liv had no idea of. Not until he actually unveiled just who Jason Vandel was, and no sooner did he finish his life story, than Olivia found her facial expression of interest distorting into a look of abject shock. Her posture grew rigid, her gaze inadvertently deviated to the way his hand was still there, right there underneath her palm. He had made no effort to retreat, either, in fact, for all intents and purposes it seemed that his confession was no reason for anything to change at all. It confused the young woman, and an unfitting insecurity had her look to him again for some sort of explanation, something that validated the fact that they were here right now, having dinner without a care in the world.<br><br>Something was clashing severely in her mind. A part of Olivia wanted to grimly accept that perhaps she <em>was</em> familiar with this kind of men after all. Someone who shamelessly travelled halfway across the world, leaving his faithful wife behind in blissful ignorance while he wooed random girls in exciting cities with flashy cars and expensive - well, not <em>expensive</em> - dinners. And then there was a different side, one that, in spite of his blatant confession, couldn't bring herself to consider him an arrogant asshat who thought himself so irresistible that she would stay even now, when he'd admitted to being an adultering bastard. Although if she stayed now, that was exactly what she'd be doing, and yet, it didn't seem to add up. Not at all. <br><br>"Your...your wife," she repeated, and this time her voice was a monotone where the initial shock gradually gave way to a more rational approach.. .for as much as she could pull that off, anyway. Olivia shifted in her seat, her hand tensing up. She still hadn't pulled away, although her thumb had ceased its careful caress and simply rested there, indecisive. A crease appeared between her brows, and she pressed her lips together firmly, thoughts following up in rapid succession. An audible breath escaped her through the nose, and when she looked Jason in the eyes again there was a hint of a warning. <br><br>"I'm one step away from having you thrown out of this place," she said calmly, though the warning was real, a slightest tremor evident in her voice. "I really hope there's more to this story than this... I'm no home wrecker, Jason, I don't do complicated."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 17:13:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 6:50 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dinner time.<br><hr>Was there a better way to break that news? After a moment of contemplation he realized how much more of the raw side of this deal he was getting. Sure both he and Elena could find others – admittedly, not that he was looking this had been purely a friendly gesture – if they wanted too, but she'd have a much easier time of it, if she was really trying. The nature of people, he supposed. Men who wanted to get laid would be, largely, all too happy to go along with something despite a ring and commitments. Women, on the other hand, had that pesky thing like wanting to feel like they were the only one – like they weren't the source of some other womans scorn. Sure there were exceptions, but clearly not here. Jason couldn't even bring himself to be upset about that. Part of it too might have been that since their choice to open the marriage, Olivia was the first person he had told – in the sense that they were talking anyway, Jason was not at all ashamed of the fact he was married, so many if not most people, who knew him knew that.<br><br>Honestly he was more shocked how calmly she handled the situation, he'd truly been expecting much worse. Then again he hadn't really expected this to be dinner conversation either. Maybe a bit about their art, and shared passions, but not a tale of life. “That won't be needed,” He assured her, “A simple I'd like you to leave would suffice.” He added, for whatever little comfort it was worth.<br><br>The hardest part was explaining this to her though, not the marriage, that was easy, but what it was now. How could he explain to her something that he didn't even really understand – something he wasn't entirely certain he believed in? Even over a year after the discussion Jason still had a hard time accepting it; it was worlds upon worlds better then it was before though. He'd come a long way, but had never felt any sort of reason to act on it – this situation was very much a first for him. “There's no complication,” He said, unsure what words exactly to pick. “I wouldn't let you wreck my home, it isn't in me.” He explained, feebly. His eyes narrowed because he knew that didn't sound the way he wanted it too, “What I mean is, I would never cheat on Elena... But,” He paused. His eyes shifted down to their hands, where she had been stroking his and was now frozen, but not pulled away. “But our marriage isn't traditional.” He settled one, at least for a starting point.<br><br>He'd only imagined how hard dating would be now that he was married, and now that he was actually living the experience all of those dreadful thoughts were a reality. Surely there were others who did this – he knew there were – and yet he couldn't for the life of him figure out how. Did he just give her the whole story? That would sound like a pity-me story, he felt like, which was not the vibe he wanted to put out there. “Elena is one of us.” He offered – Jason was being very sincere, and it was pretty evident on his face that he wasn't one of those sleaze bags who wandered the country acquiring mistresses, if only because he was clearly not sure how to do this. “She... Experiened?” He wasn't sure if that was the right word, but without going into unneeded details about her abilities it was the best he could do, “Another partner. Or... Multiples. I can't really be certain, I didn't ask. Probably more by now.” He said with the lightest, most frustrated chuckle – his frustration purely at his inability to convey this message, not so much at what she was doing; he'd long since forgiven that side of things. “Our marriage is open,” He chimed, as if that was one catch all, end all, be all solution to this problem. But he knew it wasn't, “After she started having these other partners she asked if we mutually agree to allow one another to explore other avenues...” He laughed and sighed, “You're going to have to forgive me Olivia, I'm having a hard time explaining this situation.”<br><br>Jason took a long, deep breath and closed his eyes. A moment later they were open and peering at her, “Elena and I agreed that given what she was experiencing that there would be no harm in us becoming involved with other people should we be interested in doing that. I just... Haven't.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>25-06-2016, 17:56:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/5c/75/59/5c755911ea51d73bff3a01972b30a5b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Miles Radnie<br><strong>Content:</strong> To much thinking, apparently. <br><hr>There was a strange relief here, in this moment, that felt out of place. She should be hurt right now. This should feel like a huge slap to the face, shouldn't it? But it didn't. It didn't feel wrong at all. Him turning her down like this? It felt... painfully good. There was a strange ache it caused, but one that bloomed from a sort of warmth growing inside her. It hurt to feel. It hurt to care. She of all people knew this, and when you realized how painful it was to care about someone so deeply you started to realize that this pain was necessary. She felt it every day with Shae. She'd felt it with Olivia. Now she felt it here, today, with Miles - and there was a sort of joy in that. She could write a lame country song off of that. <br><br>He pulled back and placed some distance between them, and for some reason all Dara could do was take a seat. She settled back down onto the blanket he'd 'acquired' and started to rummage through the basket of goodies he'd brought along with him. She found herself a sandwich and patted the spot next to her for him pointedly. "Take a seat." She offered as she unwrapped the sandwich and took a moment to steal a few bites. <br><br>"I wasn't lying when I said I'm a fugitive. I wasn't lying when I said I was wanted for murder, grand-theft and kidnapping either. Hell, I'm probably wanted for a whole slew of things past that." She started up, worlds more comfortable about breaching the subject than she'd been minutes ago. "They assumed that because I was such a problem child in comparison to my sister that whatever happened had to be inevitably caused by me." And why wouldn't they? She had always been the more violent and volatile one. She'd beaten up a whole slew of kids are school, been expelled and suspended all over the place too. "But it wasn't me. I didn't kill Shae's foster parents." Had she ever actually told anyone this before...? She didn't even talk about this with <i>Shae</i> anymore. "Shae can do things with sound, I'm not exactly sure how it all works but she can make it do things that normal people wouldn't be able to do without machines. That people can't even do <i>with machines</i> yet."<br><br>She paused and took another bite of that sandwich. "So... when we were 16 I guess she made some sort of sound by accident, and her entire foster family just kind of... liquefied from the inside out." Dara's voice was quieter now, the memory conjuring up some pretty disturbing images. "I knew when it happened. I could feel it. I could feel the moment she was in trouble. I always felt that way but after <i>the incident</i> it got stronger. I guess it's another one of our weird powers." She shrugged. "So I stole my foster family's car and went straight to her..." The sandwich was set down in her lap, her gaze vaguely haunted by the memory.&nbsp; <br><br>"She was never the same." Did he understand? Would he understand what all of this meant? Dara glanced his way. "No one knows how to do anything but breathe, eat and shit when they're born. Over the years we learn new things. Everyone starts out <i>terrible</i> at those new things - and some of those things we perfect, some of those things we remain perpetually terrible at. You're a professional bullshitter, I'm a professional runner." And with that she leaned back on her hands, peering skyward. "But we all started somewhere. The first thing I started running from was myself, and I still haven't stopped." A sidelong glance was cast his way. "When did you start bullshitting?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 01:43:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 07:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Having dinner<br><hr><br>With impeccable timing, Nikolas personally came over to bring them two plates of steaming hot food, which smelled beyond delicious. At some point Olivia had been aware that she was ravenously hungry, but that sentiment had somewhat withered by now, replaced by a plethora of feelings that she was still busily placing on their respective shelves just to get a bit of a grip on the situation at hand. It wasn't something she had ever had to deal with before - not like this - and truth be told, her initial response had actually been to up and leave and focus on things less <em>awkward</em> than having to deal with a guy in a marriage crisis. It was clear that something wasn't quite level between Jason and his beloved wife, she really didn't need to be a relationship counselor for that. It was, however, also painfully obvious that he cared a great deal about this Elena, unless he was pulling the wool over her eyes in a way that Liv could only applaud; she was pretty sure that no actors were <em>that</em> good. <br><br>Her hand was still loosely holding onto Jason's even as Nikolas warmly told them to enjoy their meals in flawless Greek. Liv was all too aware that he was curious, and perhaps he had picked up on the mixed feelings that she had about this man she was sharing a meal with. Still, to avoid any needless alarm - Nikolas was as much of a father figure as she had around here and she didn't really want to give him reason to go off on one with Jason - she didn't want to look like she was suddenly at odds with her company. Which was a sufficient enough explanation as to why she kept hold of his hand for as long as it took the restaurant owner to deliver their main courses. It didn't, however, justify why Olivia, when it was just the two of them again, folded her fingers around the length of his index finger, creating a firmer hold that suggested the opposite of Liv wanting to bolt and be done with anything out of the ordinary. After all, she made a fierce claim to being the girl who enjoyed taking risks, and although it was a whole different kind of unconventional surely this fit right up her alley, right? <br><br>And so she smiled, and it wasn't a sympathetic smile. Not a polite one either, in fact, if anything it looked as if Olivia was laughing, a sentiment that could be severely misinterpreted. It wasn't even because of how unlikely this situation was, or how ridiculous it was that he thought he could get away with this. The opposite was closer to the truth, and all too soon she shook her head, gently pressing the back of her free hand to her lips and suppressed the involuntary display of amusement. <br><br>"You must forgive <em>me</em>, dear Jason," she told Jason, still failing rather horrendously at playing the part of either insulted date or sympathetic potential friend. "But you're the worst adulterer I have ever seen." She gestured dismissively with her hand before placing it back by the side of her plate. "Right, partner in an open marriage," she corrected herself. "I mean, you couldn't possibly look any less like you want to hook up with another woman." Liv shook her head; there was a notable absence of jealousy or disappointment in the way she regarded Jason, although she was glad to finally be able to figure him out... at least a little better. The clarity of the situation was something she approved of, even if it did mean she had to adjust her expectations a little. A lot. <br><br>"It <em>is</em> weird though. I mean, isn't this supposed to be like the Golden Ticket for any married man? You get to sleep with whoever you want with no repercussions or consequences and here you are, struggling to even talk about it. You must be any soccer mom's dream guy. I'd question your wife's sanity, but then again, I don't think I'd have it in me to be a one-man girl for the rest of my life, either." <br><br>She refrained from asking about Elena's abilities, although there was no denying that Olivia was curious and her mind had already begun painting the picture of whichever woman would form the perfect counterpart to a man like Jason Vandel. Then again, maybe not the <em>perfect</em> counterpart, considering how uncomfortable he had been about explaining his home situation. Olivia wasn't sure if she should be pitying him, or if it was at all appropriate the words invoked some amount of empathy for this. but the feeling was there all the same. So in an attempt to at least alleviate the burden a little she hunched forward, squeezing his fingers more tightly and, for the moment, ignoring their dinner. <br><br>"Look, the last thing I want is for this to be awkward." Liv could be pretty forward when she wanted to be - and usually, she wanted to be. "This morning you've shown me something that I really want to further explore and I still do. The thing is, I do think you're really goodlooking and I'm not gonna deny that if tonight we ended up in your hotel room that would be pretty awesome, and not just because I bet it has much better beds than the one in my apartment. But hell, if that's not your thing then let's have dinner, chat, take a moonlit stroll along the Strip and part ways as unlikely friends. I really rather not have to deal with you rolling out of bed in the morning on the verge of tears, telling me how much you regret this and how I was the worst decision of your life. I have a very fragile ego, you see." <br><br>With a theatrical look in her dark brown irises, Liv finally picked up her fork, and without a care in the world she leaned over to the little steel pan filled with rapidly coolling moussaka. She scooped up a bit, and as she mindfully chewed, so did she look at Jason in contemplative thought for a while. It wasn't until she'd swallowed that she spoke again, deliberately taking the time to provide a lull in the conversation. "But don't worry, I'm no Disney princess and I'm not desperately looking for a fairytale prince. If you want to have fun, then you're dining with the right girl. If you want to figure out if this whole open marriage thing is for you then I'm fine being a guinea pig. And if you'd decide that somewhere during the evening you much rather run back to your hotel to call your wife or send her some heartfelt texts about how you just can't do this, then go for it. I'm a big girl with a drawer full of toys in my bedroom - I'll live. But..." And to this, Olivia pointed at him with the fork held between her fingers. "...if by the end of tonight you decide that maybe you want to try heading down this new road your relationship is taking you, <em>and</em> you're still as handsome, charming and full of gentlemanly values that you really don't see here in Vegas much, then I promise you I'll make it worth the risk." <br><br>It was only then that her hand slipped away, the gesture far too sweet compared to the bluntness of her actions. Her actions slipped into familiar nonchalance and Olivia scooped up another bite of their shared dinner. "But you do owe me a flight, and that's not negotiable," she added casually. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 02:24:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 6:50 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dinner time.<br><hr>Adulterer.<br><br>Jason mulled that word around in his head, because in a lot of ways that was what he felt like. He didn't need to, there was absolutely nothing about this situation that made him one. Elena had very clearly given her blessing on something like this – if this was indeed going to go that route – and so it shouldn't have sounded as bad as it did. But it did, and he had a hard time shaking that. “Well it wasn't my intention to hook up with another woman,” He said with the smallest little chuckle. With the big shell shock more or less out of the way it was easier to talk about it, because at this point pretty much nothing he said could top the bomb that'd already gone off. “My parents had a very Catholic marriage. Despite the cartels and the unsavory work, they were very devoted to one another. Very loyal. It wasn't just them but a lot of the actual couples I was around when I was growing up. Until I came to America, I'd never even heard of the idea of such a thing, and even then I scoffed at it.” He explained, hopefully to shed a little more light on his situation, “It wasn't until it was a choice forced on me that I had to accept it. Last year was worse, I couldn't even contemplate actually doing anything about it. Elena was guilty though, it was something she had very little control over and I was suffering for it. So I learned to accept it as our way,” He too waved a slightly dismissive hand at what he was saying, this all felt too much like digging himself a hole. Was it always going to be this difficult? He sighed.<br><br>“Nothing about this needs to be awkward though,” He replied, shaking his head, “And I certainly wouldn't wake up somewhere crying over choices made.” He continued with that bright smile of his. “You've got these values that you're told are important and you believe them to be right because they're what you know, what you have seen work before time and time again. Then, to preserve something important to you, you're forced to change those values to something you don't even entirely understand. Imagine that for a moment, and you'll see where I'm coming from.” He shrugged lightly, “I've accepted the state of my marriage, I did that months ago. I don't hold what Elena does against her, I'm just not sure how to... Take advantage of it myself? The desire to do so has never really presented itself.” He paused and shifted his focus to her hands, and with the lightest of chuckles he murmured, “Until now,”<br><br>“As you can imagine with my... Condition?” He really didn't like referring to himself or any of the other Evolved like they were some kind of disease, but in public it was just easier, “I don't get many opportunities to sit down with beautiful women and eat dinner, let along even consider the possibility of something more with them... Or have the promise of late night flights through the desert, which by the way was only conditioned by dinner. So you have my word, you'll get that much at least.”<br><br>Jason reached for his own fork and looked at the plate of food before him, and then reflected on how quickly this whole situation had morphed into something else entirely. “I can't have you thinking I'm using you as some sort of... Trial process. This is just uncharted water for me is all. I'd feel much worse about that then anything else that might happen.” He cut a piece of the dinner off and held it up to his lips, “I'd hate for you to think so low of me, that I'd use dinner as a cheap precursor to getting you to bed.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 04:52:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://65.media.tumblr.com/3bc240ec7380ce6e214b2388d48ef03e/tumblr_mwsld7YGQf1qhv5sho10_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Miles Radnie (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370610#msg12370610)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Nauru | October 23, 2016 | Around 9 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> -<br><hr>As requested Miles took a seat and listened in – as he'd said he would if she wanted – to what she had to tell him about her past. Now the truth was that he didn't really know the first thing about Shae, they'd never even officially met. No doubt she knew about him as he knew about her, but they were divided by what they did. Miles was Dara's get away from it all, and he sort of guessed that if she let those two lines cross the waters would be muddied and that wasn't what she wanted. That wasn't what she needed. Yet still from the light that Dara had always cast on her sister, this revelation was something of a shocker. Even the way that Dara was describing it to him left him with some pretty nasty mental images, and he hadn't even seen it. How did sound... He shook his head. He wasn't even certain he wanted to know.<br><br>Worse was the fact that he didn't really feel like there was anything that he could say to her about it. He couldn't change what had happened, and he wasn't going to judge either of them for what they had done. Survival had to be about yourself first, and with powers that could melt people accidentally, he could see where that would create some problems for them. It admittedly made him a little leery about ever meeting the girl, but that was a bridge for later. That left him with explaining his own story.<br><br>Which was, unfortunately, fucking boring. And he hated it.<br><br>“You know how some people win the lottery, and their lives are changed forever? They suddenly have everything they've ever wanted. They can do all the things that they've ever wanted to. Life is suddenly this great thing for them?” He inquired whilst peering out over the ocean. “I didn't have to win the lottery. I was born into that shit.” Truthfully no matter how horrific, Miles was undoubtedly envious of the random chaos in Dara's life. “My family is old. Like really old.” He explained, “Like before Australia was a thing old. They've probably got money buried in wooden trunks in the out back and across Europe, old.”<br><br>“For a lot of people that's the charmed life. I got to see the world, have everything and my whole future was right there. I was never going to need to do anything... I could live life any way I wanted.” He chuckled and shook his head, “There's a surprising amount of captivity in that unlimited freedom though. Because you can have everything means that the mundane means nothing... Trips to Paris stopped being fun or even remotely entertaining. Seeing impressive feats of human triumph, like the pyramids, didn't stir up great feeling in me. It was all dull, because it was all so utterly normal.” He scoffed and looked to the basket, reaching for the second sandwich and pulling it out.<br><br>“The first thing I stole was a diamond brooch.” He said, musing with a happy little chuckle. How small his mind had been back then. “I was ten.” He added, for clarity. “That was the first time I experienced real choice and acted randomly without any regard to what might happen. It was the first time I felt thrill and excitement. The very first time I felt like I was a living person, not a shell. So I didn't stop.” He paused, “Now look at me, I'm an internationally wanted criminal!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 05:07:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7f/36/ab/7f36ab980d4c3cee5e4de335571c10b5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #2, aka, Nicole.<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Arriving. </span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Julie teased her about yawning and all Nicole could do was laugh and blush in the darkness. At least, until, the jeep suddenly went uphill and Nicole surely would have fluttered off into the darkness had she not been looped around by Julie herself. Even though the woman was apologizing, Nicole found herself just fixing her footing and standing there, hands grasping the same bar as Julie, as close as can be, smiling without falter. "It's okay," she offered in reassurance, her mind all ready made up that the unexpected surprise that had made her gasp was well worth it now that it'd passed and Julie's hand was still... lingering. It was pleasant, and while Nicole did feel that there was a certain air of innocence behind the way Julie was holding here, she was also aware of the woman speaking, and she decided to focus on that instead of delving too deep into her mental contemplations of what else could be charging the electricity that flowed through Julie's fingers.<br><br>&nbsp;"I'm excited to see <em>everythi--</em>", she'd began, right before the jeep turned and Nicole was suddenly interrupted by the digging of Julie's nails, which elicited a soft - but audible - groan, not entirely an awful sound, or one of protest exactly, either. As soon as it had come, it had past, which left both of the women laughing awkwardly. Julie apologized, and Nicole simply turned her head to look at the woman, perhaps smiling just a little sheepishly, and then Julie leapt out of the slowing - soon stopped - jeep. Nicole stood there just a touch confused, or shocked, and then she followed with plenty of energy and dexterity, to boot. By the time Julie had informed the others she'd not be helping them unload, Nicole had joined her, just in time to have Julie damn near <em>skipping</em> off ahead. &nbsp;"A friend?" she questioned, though the only answer was a <em>come</em>, which caused her steps to pick up pace. When Nicole caught up, Julie was talking to a woman with such pretty hair that Nicole sort of wish she had time to braid her own, and then moments later there was a bottle in her accomplice's hands and she was being summoned forward further.<br><br>What came was darkness, and not slowly, but as they ventured down the path, it consumed them, like some great maw just waiting to snap shut around them as soon as the torch Julie carried dimmed. Nicole stopped when Julie did, and soon found her hands full. &nbsp;"Yes, I have," she said softly, unwilling to explain further, though the memories of Brazil and some particularly adorable, intelligent, troublesome little mammals came to mind. Idly she shook the bottle, as if that was necessary for what was inside, as the walked closer and closer to the enclosure with its' large, wooden door. Excitement began to pool within her until the reservoir hit its' peak once the annoyed, whinnying, whining sound from beyond paired with Julie's precautions and the opening of the door. The next thing she recalled was Julie saying <em>Whoa</em>, and then the darkness consuming both of them as the flashlight slid off elsewhere. Something bumped - or brushed - into Nicole, and she found herself stumbling forward, arms finding the enclosure's wall - or was it the door? - to catch herself as Julie cried out to <em>Khara</em> and laughed. <br><br>Nicole used the moment that Julie had to use getting upright to go retrieve the torch, and once she had, she pointed it off to the side of the pair - close by, but not directly at them - a wide grin overtaking her face as she approached slowly. &nbsp;"Aweee, Khaaarraaa," she exclaimed, the words drawn out in a sweet, i'm-talking-to-a-baby sort of way that likely was similar even for humans.&nbsp; "You are just <em>such</em> a cutie!" she proclaimed gleefully, perhaps meaning Julie a little, too, who was quite adorable when being attacked by the baby creature. Then she'd come to stand off to the side of the baby rhino, and the flashlight set on the ground within Julie's reach, Nicole's body sinking to her knees, she at first just tried to wrap one arm around the animal's back, her head pressing against its' side. She lingered there a moment, then released the rather happy sounding animal. After tucking the bottle between her legs, she tried again - quite awkwardly, mind you - to hug the animal, and this time managed to do so far better. It was around then that she also scooted her body a few feet back from the pair on her knees.<br><br>&nbsp;"Come heereee," she playfully demanded, and the rhino - surprisingly, perhaps to Julie, and not so much so for Nicole - listened. Releasing Julie from its' weight and adorable nuzzle-filled-rhino-snuggles, the animal approached Elena with gusto, so much so she had just enough time to squeak out a &nbsp;"and don't knock me over!"<br><br>Surprisingly, that worked, too. Even though Khara was prone to be a silly, adorable little oaf, instead, it came to far more gently greet Nicole herself, who had yet to offer the baby its' meal. &nbsp;"Soon," she cooed, almost as if she could understand, and it was then that she'd gotten a <em>good</em> hug in. Both of her arms wrapped around the animal's wide neck and head, hands running lightly over its' rough back, her hair draped partially over the animal's head and snout. It seemed almost unnatural how coordinated the act was, and how good-mannered the animal was being, especially with its' food less than two feet away. Even though she'd closed her eyes during the beginning moments of the hug, it was about then she opened her eyes to peer at Julie as her hands sought out where she'd seen Julie scritchy-scratching before - behind the animal's ears. &nbsp;"You look great," she responded to Julie, who'd obviously been talking to Khara about being made to look good, but... Well.<br><br>It was the truth, and so it was said!<br><br>As she continued to scratch and pet the animal with one hand, she also spoke to it softly. &nbsp;"Sit for me?" she requested, and again, it did. Without hesitation, Nicole began to feed the animal with the bottle, a process that she soon found required two hands. Normally she wouldn't compromise between petting and feeding. She'd just use her powers. But in her present company, she found that idea to be quite <em>not okay</em>, and instead she relented her scratches to wield the bottle with both hands. &nbsp;"You never answered my question about sleeping arrangements, you know," she teased, eyeing Julie through the relative darkness.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanatos</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 09:02:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/jTB8Eau.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Anna Castillo (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388465#msg12388465)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Rio de Janeiro (Brasil), Feb 27th 2010, 4:42pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning: </strong>Grace<br><strong>Content:</strong> Swimsuit time!<br><hr><br>Grace's reaction was pure cuteness overload! She'd been caught ogling Anna's body and Anna had pointed it out. In the process, had also kinda picked on her. Though, Anna had been seeking an honest answer, really. To see Grace go pale and red, made Anna's lips purse and cheek's push out. Into what was clearly a smile showing her adoration for the cute little chica. She felt like she was watching puppy play. So much cuteness! Not in any way meant to demean Grace, but in one of those strange moments that triggered a seemingly unrelated memory.<br><br>One such memory (the puppy playing), was one of her fondest memories of a childhood, so lacking in happiness. While her family hadn't been rock-bottom poor, they hadn't been able to provide a normal childhood for her. The puppy they had traded for, while another mouth to feed, had been an investment. It had also become Anna's closest friend. One she had been loath to leave for any amount of time when deciding to become a fitness model. Still, another memory and another plus in Grace's favor.<br><br>“I'll take that as a compliment,” Anna replied several moments later. Smiling sweet and reassuringly. Anna blew Grace another playful kiss. Grace obviously had lost the ability to speak. Anna had made her super embarrassed. So, Anna smoothed it over and let the meet-up continue on. <br><br>Anna took further delight in Grace's reaction to her scheme. Displaying no hesitation whatsoever to getting a 'backstage' pass into the painting booth. Anna was sometimes mischievous like that. She enjoyed having fun, doing things one wasn't necessarily supposed to do, and getting into adventures. Even if those adventures sometimes ended a bit less than optimal. She didn't imagine this being a big deal in the end, but the sensation of knowing she would use some connections for a hook up, made her a bit giddy. <br><br>Having grown up poor, and suddenly growing into money, had gone to her head a little. Fortunately for her, her parents humble teachings kept her – mostly – grounded. But, she had become quite the fun-seeker. Part of her didn't even realize that much of this, was just a deep-seated desire to make up for the life she couldn't have as a child. With so much suddenly accessible to her, it had felt like being a little girl again. Walking into a candy shop and being told she could have anything she wanted and as much as she wanted. It had become rather addicting. <br><br>Eager to indulge Grace's decision to get some body-painting, Anna locked hands and began to, surreptitiously, lead Grace away from the line. In a direction that at first, looked to be taking Grace right back into the main party. Then Anna began steering Grace to the rear of the artist area. Where the artists would exit for supplies or to take their breaks. Before Anna got close, though, she felt her arm 'pulled back' by dead-weight. She turned, looking confused, to see Grace stopped in her tracks. Looking a little uncertain. Then Grace declared she needed a swimsuit first. A beaming smile lit up Anna's face, as if a light had been flicked on inside of her head. <br><br>“Excelente!” Anna approved with zest. <br><br>She wrapped her second hand over Grace's own. Then began moving backwards, glancing over her shoulder every few seconds, as she excitedly pulled Grace towards the swimsuit shop. On their way, she pointed out a trash can, so Grace could ditch the plate. When they got near the entrance, Anna released her right hand. Continuing to lead Grace with her left. <br><br>The swimsuit station was little different than any of the other areas. It had no flooring unlike the dance floor or the painting/tattooing stations. Nor the modeling stage. Which abutted against the swimsuit shop. It's walls were simple metal beams with built in legs for stability. With hard plastic barriers that acted as the main portion of the walling. Inside were rack after rack of bikini's, shorts, surfer swimwear, and much much more. Most of the product was clearly for the female clientele. The shop didn't skimp on the male products, but since men didn't need any specialized swimwear, it meant they had more options in different places. Plus on top of all that, there were just more designs for women than men.<br><br>Despite Anna clearly being the dominant personality of the two, once inside, she looked a bit like a wide-eyed school girl. Clearly, she really enjoyed her swimwear. She tugged Grace to the nearest rack and released her. Immediately whipping out a dangling bright yellow bikini. Holding it at eye-level for Grace. Then with her other hand, she snagged a bright red one. Her eyes glinting with girlish joy. <br><br>“You look like a yellow and red girl. Am I right? I'll go for any color myself. Bronze girls like me can get away with basically any color.” Bronze referring to Anna's lightly-tanned skin color. “Not that you necessarily, couldn't,” Anna restated. Her eyes narrowed in an inspecting sort of way. As her eyes roved over Grace. Taking stock of how to gauge what swimsuit would best suit her. <br><br>“Ah, we'll just wing it!” She gave an enthusiastic nod of her head. <br><br>Despite Anna going straight for the bikinis, it was no indication that the shop only sold bikini's. Grace could spot at least one rack of full-bathing suits. That plus the less revealing surfer wear. Thus if she desired to reveal less skin than her exuberant counterpart, she wasn't screwed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 12:44:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sddasda%20copy_zpsdi1usvki.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 10:21 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Finishing up<br><hr><br>The words made Olivia shrug nonchalantly. "Hey, at least I'd get a free meal out of it," she commented dryly, which was only half in jest. There'd been rougher times along the way where dinner had been a viable offer, although not so much right now, and her reasons for being here were definitely far more sincere than pressing monetary issues. "And look at it any way you want, but truth of the matter is that you haven't slept with another woman since you got married, meaning that if we end up doing more than talk, I'm gonna be source material for all your future endeavours. That puts a lot of pressure on me, you know!" Liv was grinning as she spoke, and for a large part neglected to eat her dinner. "What if you decide after that you definitely want to do this again, and again and again and again? Or worse, what if you fall hopelessly in love with me and I have to send you away in what will be a heartwrenching goodbye? I mean, I'm twenty-one, I still have a lot of exploring to do before I settle down."&nbsp; Liv briefly wondered about Jason's age at that, although it wasn't for the first time. Despite his class, impeccable manners and well-off clothing style, which were somewhat deceiving, she didn't think he could be that far ahead of her. Which also meant that he got hitched at an age that wasn't far from Liv's... another thing she really couldn't quite picture for herself. <br><br>"Or what if I set the bar so high that any other hookups are just going to be a major letdown after that? I mean I <em>am</em> pretty good." She rolled her eyes, and it was clear Liv was merely poking fun at the whole situation now. "I'm just saying, you're not the only one struggling here. I don't know if I'm ready to carry that kind of responsibility."&nbsp; <br><br>The subject wandered from potential non-adultery to far complicated, as Olivia nimbly steered the conversation towards the light designs that covered the walls and ceilings of the Black Dragon casino. It wasn't difficult to do; Charless Pontiff had not been exaggerating when pointing out the adoration with which she had regarded the absolute spectacle in the main hall. If you stood right at the centre, on the engraved symbol of the casino and looked up you'd be stunned by the sheer beauty of the symphony of light played overhead. It was reminiscent of the festival of lanterns in Thailand, though with a unique twist that made it so very much its own and surely at some point Jason must have suspected she was just humoring him, what with the amount of compliments she paid his craftsmanship. Not that this was all they talked about; despite their apparent differences in both appearance and background - and was that even true? At least they both came from Catholic parents. That was something, right? -&nbsp; Olivia found that talking to Jason came quite easily, even if she couldn't help but subconsciously try to get him to loosen up and adjust to the Vegas lifestyle a bit more. But it wasn't a surprise that time seemed to fly by and by the time the bill arrived, the evening was well into its way to midnight. He still insisted on paying the bill and since she saw no issue in protesting the matter - he still looked significantly richer than her, after all - Liv gladly got up, waved a giddy sort of goodbye to Nikolas before linking her arm through Jason's in a manner that was far less formal and far more genuine than it had been when they entered. <br><br>They approached the white and black vehicle in a way that had Liv looking at least a tiny bit ill at ease. "You know," she said as they approached it,&nbsp; "They do say that men with flashy cars, well..." She grinned, letting go of Jason as she rounded the beautiful Lamborghini to get to the passenger side. "Hah, who am I kidding, this is <em>awesome!</em>' A girlish sort of excitement came over her as she bounced on her toes until Jason was kind enough to open the doors in that unique, and extremely flashy way that only worked in the greatest cities. Luckily, Vegas was among the best as far as Liv was concerned, and it was with a certain reverence that she sat down in the immaculate chair, wondering if she shouldn't be wearing something more <em>expensive</em> if she was going to ride in a car like this. "I seriously don't know how well glass blowers get paid, but fuck, I need to consider changing careers," she said, sighing wistfully.&nbsp; The car drew a lot of attention as they turned onto the road, and the abject glances of admiration and envy persisted as they cleaved through the heart of Vegas, then towards the outskirts, ultimately reaching the empty desert that stretched out beyond. <br><br>"This is probably the worst kind of car to take into the desert," Olivia commented, "We should have taken my old car. I mean, I say <em>old</em>, but it's the only car I have. It will just cost significantly less to fix if we hit a rock or something." Pointing into the distance, which was an extreme sort of dark compared to the backdrop of extravagant lights that they were leaving in their wake. "You want to go about fifty miles along the road; there's a narrow track leading into the desert after that. It's perfect if you don't want people to see you, and with the nearly full moon it should give us plenty to see." Olivia glanced up expectantly. "Can you open the roof? Please open the roof," she pleaded. "I want to feel the wind in my hair. In fact, I want to feel something else." <br><br>And as they sped along the empty road that swerved deep into the Nevada desert, Las Vegas became a distant glow, the sound of the engine the only noise that interrupted the tranquil silence. Olivia loved it out here, with no one to witness her true nature. It was beautiful, it was vast and it was all <em>theirs</em> for the rest of the night. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 13:31:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 6:50 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dinner time.<br><hr>Evident that she was teasing, Jason continued along with the conversation and the joking. Still, some of these sounded like valid points and he couldn't be sure if it was fair to put her into that position. Was it fair to put any one in that position? For the first time since the initial conversation about being in an open marriage, Jason felt annoyed at Elena for putting him in this position. The initial slap of essentially admitting that she had been cheating on him, and all of the awkward insecurity – which he was not at all familiar with – that came with it, plus the shock of the situation in general; now it was like that all over again, with someone else as he even contemplated taking advantage of this so called golden ticket, he felt guilty – not just for what he was doing to his marriage, but to what he was doing to Olivia, or any one else who might have been in her place. Deep thoughts he kept to himself, shuttered behind metal mental doors. Instead of glooming over it, he laughed and enjoyed her teasing; they carried on brilliant conversation which ended up being far more interesting than the food that he did little more then pick at. At the end he left Nikolas a tip greater then the bill itself – just because the service and atmosphere had been pleasing.<br><br>With Olivia on his arm, out to the car they went and slipped inside. Jason laughed about her career change and shook his head, “You're better off doing what you do right now,” He admitted, “I've gotten a few lucky deals working for private clients, but in general? It's a very niche skill, not a lot of business.” Pulling through the streets, he turned his head briefly over to her, “I married into the money. Elena's father is a one percenter, and no small portion of that money has trickled down to us.”<br><br>Once they had breached the edge of the town, and gotten just a little ways away from it, he accommodated her request to open the roof so that they could feel the air whipping past them. He didn't stop there though – what was the point in driving a sports car if you weren't going to push it at least once. Jason's foot started slowly pressing down on the gas, and the car ramped up past the sixty-five marker it'd been on closer towards ninety. Hand to the gear shifter and he deftly flipped it from one to the next. The engine purred and the car whipped into the darkness of the night, throwing distance between them and the city proper at a blinding pace. “How's that for a feeling?” He asked, near shouting over the sound of the wind rushing around them.<br><br>Given how fast they were going – Jason didn't even want to think about getting pulled over, there was simply no way that he wouldn't end up jailed for it – it didn't take them but a fraction of the time to get to where she had designated, and as they approached he slowly brought the vehicle back into line with something more normal paced. Turning off the long stretch of desert highway, onto the dirt road they sped off into the desert and kept going until they were deep enough that only someone who was out here looking was going to find them. That's where he pulled the car off to the side and clicked it off. “We've arrived,” He said with a wide smile, before hitting the doors open and slipping out of the car.<br><br>Now that they were going so quickly he could feel the nice warmth of the desert nights air. He liked a little chiller air, but there was something oddly refreshing about a short time spent in warm places like this – even if it was too dry for his liking. Given that it was the point of this whole trip he spent a moment tugging the coat from his arms and tossing it atop the car, hanging it through the open roof. “I hope you don't mind,” He called over the car, his hands going for the hem of his tee and tugging at it over his head. Undressing took him painfully long in cases where he didn't want to rip his clothing, and he really did try hard not to do that. Flying around though was a good way to destroy his shirt, so she was going to have to endure him shirtless for the evening – at least until they were done. He flopped the shirt over his coat and made his way around the car towards her.<br><br>Without the coat, and the shirt, Jason looked like he had the heritage he spoke of. He wasn't a fussy manscaper. His chest had hair plentiful – albeit groomed – that trailed down his front slowly falling into a nice little line that vanished into the front of his pants. Nothing about Jason was overly worked; he maintained a healthy, fit form – part of that was graced to him by his powers – but he didn't do much to go above and beyond. There was muscle on his arms, in his chest, his abs, but they were only loosely defined. Enough to say that he cared, but that they were clearly not his focus.<br><br>Jason leaned his head back to the night sky, and the full moon it held. He peered at all of the stars that he couldn't see at home. It was moments just like that one that made him miss Brazil. “Do you come out here often?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>A Person On A Computer</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 16:38:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a91/Redfoxmagi/B7GG_RmCMAAbBlC_zpskqkcli9h.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Hrithik Patel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12375556#msg12375556)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Los Angeles, CA | July 22, 2017 | 11:13 pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710), Semi-open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Post-concert wind down<br><hr>Hrithik had been about to launch a stinging quip about dogs and Sam's preference in sexual positions when he saw Donny get in what appeared to be something similar to a Full Nelson on the light technician.&nbsp; Seeing it coming, the young Indian man figured that he could use the ammunition to tease her and Sam more once she was trussed up and helpless.&nbsp; However, once she went limp, a cold, empty feeling sat in the pit of his stomach.&nbsp; What was causing it?&nbsp; Reflexively, he began to analyze the problem with the practiced, quick efficiency of a clinician in the way only a person studying Medicine could do.&nbsp; Within moments, it dawned on him.&nbsp; Dara was limp, but it was her eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes looked dead.&nbsp; <br><br>At that moment, everything starting to click.&nbsp; She never wanted anyone to touch her or even be near her, had no relationships as far as anyone could tell, only close person was someone on the level of a sibling of similar age.&nbsp; Those were all signs of abuse.&nbsp; <br><br>"Donny, let go of--" he began, reaching out a hand as he started to get up from his seated position.&nbsp; But, the light bulbs burst overhead and what could only be something like a feral warcry tore itself from Dara's lips.&nbsp; The blood flying into the air told him that the warning had come too late.&nbsp; <br><br>It was something he had seen before during his Psychiatry rotation.&nbsp; Victims of abuse usually reacted in one of two ways: deadening themselves to the stimulus in question or reacting extremely violently.&nbsp; However, before the violence there tended to be a small window of inaction as they relived the event in question.&nbsp; It was like a trigger that would push them toward the 'fight' part of the 'fight or flight' sympathetic response.&nbsp; And considering that it was highly unlikely that the light bulbs all burst at once due to a random power surge, it was likely that Dara's 'fight' response probably had the potential to become deadly.&nbsp; Pushing off the couch, he didn't run toward her because, being one of the Evolved, he was probably the best person for the job.&nbsp; He ran toward her because she was a young woman crying out for help in her own way, and he had become a physician in order to give aid to those that needed it.&nbsp; And right now, she definitely qualified.&nbsp; <br><br>Crushing glass from the shattered bulbs underfoot, Hrithik covered the distance between them in several running strides before he reached down and grabbed Dara's arms from behind to pull her off Donny.&nbsp; However, with their relative heights, he ended up having to use his legs and fell on his rear on the ground, using his arms to bind up the young woman's across her body, making sure to not leave his face exposed to the rear headbutt she had given her unfortunate victim earlier.&nbsp; <br><br>"Dara!&nbsp; Dara, stop!" he exclaimed, holding her firmly as he had been taught.&nbsp; Usually, it was not the best idea to hold an abuse victim like this, but it was the only way to stop her violent outburst without waiting for her to pummel Donny to death.&nbsp; It was better for her to throw the violence against him than onto Donny.&nbsp; After all, Hrithik could probably weather whatever abuse she dished out more than the others could.&nbsp; "Come back to us!&nbsp; It's over!"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 18:34:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | His Apartment | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>What am I doing?</em><br><hr><br>Gone was the apprehensive exterior, witnessed earlier at his job, to be replaced by a humor filled young woman. Involuntarily, Wyatt found himself contemplating if the former had been a façade, a well-practiced act, intended to manipulate him. Dark brown eyes studied Silky closely as she fiddled with the taps, testing the temperature by dipping her fingertip into the constant stream of water.&nbsp; <br><br>Could he truly blame her if all of their interactions, at the restaurant and even on the bus, had been rehearsed deception? Did her deception end at simply taking advantage of him?<br><br>Anger, or maybe even some sense of cautiousness, should have emerged to the forefront of his mind, especially considering the fact that there were endless stories about murders, robberies, and so forth on the news. Still, Wyatt did not regret his decision. Regardless of her intentions of the reasons behind him, it did not change the fact that he felt inclined to help her.<br><br>“I am g-glad you don’t mind,” he stammered out the words before he released a deep exhale from his mouth, a frown forming at his lips. “I don’t have any of that s-s-stuff people like, bubbles or whatever. Just plain water and soap.” Wyatt doubted she would express great disappointment, considering the fact she appeared immensely grateful for the bare necessities a few seconds ago. <br><br>He really, really did not feel comfortable asking a woman to basically strip naked. But what was the point of going through the effort of becoming clean if you were just going to put back on the same musty clothes? Another option, other than handwashing hers, was the part with some of his own. Wyatt did not really own much though. Already, he wore the same pants sometimes three times in a single week. Then he honestly doubted his pants would fit her properly, she stood a full head over him and had wider hips. <br><br><em>Of course, your first mistake was thinking you needed a plan!</em><br><br>Unconsciously, he tightened his grip around her grimy sweater, which thankfully soaked up the sweatiness of his hands. He tried to speak but his tongue refused to cooperate with him. Wyatt then shook his head from side to side in attempt to destroy the false notion that he wanted to have sex with her. Admittedly, underneath all of that filth and despair, he knew Silky was an attractive young woman. Knowing that did not change his mind though. He took a step back, lowering his eyes to the ground. <br><br>“Honest, I swear,” he stated, thankfully without a stutter to impede his speech. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’ll wait outside and you can just toss them out of the door.” Before he could hastily step back and close the doors to offer her some privacy, clothes were being tossed in his direction. “Wait. You really don’t have to—.” He protested as he tried to catch the clothes but they just whacked him in the face. Wyatt fumbled around, pulling the clothes from where they hung from his glasses, to reveal his eyes were closed shut. <br><br><em>So I guess I should probably show you now.</em><br><br>“Please don’t,” he interjected, blindly lifting his hand as if to stop her from making any hasty movements. “I am really s-s-sorry for propositioning at work. I just, I just didn’t know how else to get you h-here. Oh god, that sounds horrible. I’m really not a creep. I swear it!” Despite his protests, he could feel her hands moving through the air, undoing what he suspected to be the bra he glimpsed earlier. <br><br><em>I'm Evolved.</em> Everything made sense when she spoke again, voice determined and yet somehow afraid, when she spoke again, revealing herself to be a member of the loathed evolved. “I’m going to wash your clothes,” he stated simply, eyes still closed. “And you’re going to take a bath. You're not a some freak show. You don't need to show me anything. You don't need to prove yourself. Most of all, you don't need to be afraid.” Reaching out, he found the door knob and cautiously stepped back, closing the door and gifting her some privacy. Only when there was a faint clicking sound did he open his eyes, release a deep breath. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Timeless</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 19:24:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i260.photobucket.com/albums/ii28/ambrosia_kisses/Face%20Claims/leeminho4_zps6hoyvzok.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Qin Shirong (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381696#msg12381696)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco, California | 3rd February 2013, Sunday | 5. 00 AM-ish<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Markus | Closed<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Pajamas (http://g03.a.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1_P7dLVXXXXcqXpXXq6xXFXXXM/Pyjamas-men-Pijama-Sexy-male-pajamas-Men-s-pajamas-spring-and-autumn.jpg_640x640.jpg)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Secrets between best friends are never a good thing.</em><br><hr><br>There was subtleness to him when it came to his true emotions though, at times, he could display them by just his actions. Shirong was never a person to be very vocal with how he truly felt but mere actions usually spoke louder than words. Right now with the little act of kindness from his part, the Chinese man had allowed his Canadian friend to relax on the black leather couch in the living room while he busied himself with preparing coffee for them both. As much as he was convincing that he was making coffee for his best friend; in truth, Shirong needed the brief duration apart from the tall man to gather his thoughts to himself firstly.<br><br>He only recently discovered his extra-ordinary abilities some months ago and he had been very quiet about it as of late. There were urges to tell somebody; mostly wanting to keep this secret off his shoulder and just, well, <em>tell somebody</em>. But the news surrounding the Evolved had been bad, some much worse than others but none of them were ever good. Fear was already embedded into every normal humans and they were treating the Evolved as if they were dangerous nuisance — all thanks to Tac-6 and the news exaggerating a lot of what was going on.<br><br>There were times when he felt like picking his smartphone to dial Markus' number to talk to him, but he always back out in the very end. Even during the times with Markus would call him or vice versa, Shirong had to refrain himself from ever mentioning anything about his abilities to his friend. Perhaps it was his way to save his friend from any further problems and Shirong, out of friendship, didn't want to put him in any danger. Perhaps it was his own fear that Markus would turn on him instead if he ever found out.<br><br>But there were more important matters to worry about, and quite frankly, he was concerned about his friend; especially seeing on how quiet his friend was being. It was very strange for Markus to drop by his apartment so randomly and without any notifications. He knew that it wasn't like Markus at all and the solemn expression upon the taller man's face didn't helped either. But it seemed his lips were sealed; as if Markus was clinging onto this secret of his with his entire life depending on it, and the Asian man couldn't help but wonder about it.<br><br>Nevertheless, he focused on the task at hand as he handled his automatic espresso machine with utmost care. Maybe Markus would had laugh at him — and really, Shirong was certain that he did — but the Chinese man had a deep adoration for a very good cup of coffee. Perhaps that was why he splurged on getting a very good espresso machine for home usage and he had been using the machine faithfully every morning ever since. Still, after he steamed the milk and brewed two cups of coffee, he placed the cups onto a tray and brought them out to the living room to lay it upon the coffee table.<br><br>"Here," he gave one coffee filled with steamed milk to Markus and took his own coffee, which he preferred black with one spoonful of sugar. After that was done, there was an awkward silence filling in the room as Shirong gave an expectant look to Markus, mostly to see on whether the long-haired man would answer his question. When it seemed like the other man wasn't going to say anything, the dark-haired man felt there wasn't much he could do — <em>or could he</em>?<br><br>He never liked to breach into people's privacy but ever since he found out about his mental abilities, Shirong had found great use for such gift. It helped him a great deal when it came to his profession, that was for certain. But even until now, he hadn't quite a good control over his telepathy and at times, he would find himself overwhelmed with thoughts from random people near him to where he couldn't shut them off. Still, he reached his mind out to Markus and within a moment, he felt the tickling sensation within his mind and then a <em>connection</em>. Immediately, thoughts not his own were flooding into his mind and he could see pictures behind his eyes. His eyes widened as he witnessed the memory and it didn't take long for him to realize something — Markus was just like him.<br><br><em>Blessedness that was Kuan Yin, have mercy on this poor, unfortunate soul.</em><br><br>Any intention to speak was quickly erased as the Chinese man was oddly quiet ever since he sat down and sipped his coffee. Confusion and irritation altered into realization and shock before shifting into another emotion; another emotion which Markus might be surprised to even realize that Shirong could ever feel despite the Chinese man wasn't a heartless bastard in any sense — <em>sympathy</em>.<br><br>".. Hey," Shirong finally spoke, his tone softened to sound slightly solemn with a mixture of understanding from his part, "You don't need to tell me anything. <em>I know</em>."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>26-06-2016, 21:47:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images5.fanpop.com/image/polls/1067000/1067141_1341354244761_full.jpg?v=1341354343)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> San Francisco (Bourbon and Branch) | April 18th, 2015 | Evening<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Sarah<br><strong>Content:</strong> Meeting another Evo<br><hr><br>Max shrugged when Kumiho mentioned not being good at guessing, truth is the guy wasn't too far off, he supposed. Max got that sort of thing quite a bit - casual dress, money to spare, west coast... Most would assume something tech related or something along those lines, so he couldn't really blame him. Being 'born' into the money was really more of an East Coast thing in Max's experience, and even then they'd probably all claim to be a venture capalist or CEO or something, they couldn't ever appear to just do nothing, so they had to pretend to do something.<br><br>Max nodded as Kumiho explained about his accent, buying the lie since it made plenty of sense. He'd met plenty of people like that in Europe, for sure, who just picked up bits and pieces of English from all over the place and learned it that way. "Working at a resort in Indonesia?" he asked, "That sounds like a job that wasn't too bad at all. Only been there once, but damn was it a beautiful place for sure. I need to get back there one of these days."<br><br>At the question of his beard, Max reached up and touched his scruff, almost forgetting it had grown out a bit, and he offered a shrug and a grin. "Grows so fast, this time around.. not long," he said, "But it comes and goes. I like to keep it short, but sometimes I get lazy, especially when I'm traveling. I like to just kind of wake up and go, not spend half the morning getting ready and shaving, you know? So yeah..." He took a long drink of his beer again as well, making a soft pleased noise at the taste as he eyed Kumiho and wracked his brain some more for why this guy was so familiar.<br><br>"Say, have you ever been to Mykonos? Maybe two summers ago?" he asked, for some reason thinking the last time he'd sensed an Evolved that felt the same might have been doing one of his trips to Greece a while back.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>27-06-2016, 00:54:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/livhawk%20copy_zps9ozqqm53.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 10:40 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Out in the Desert <br><hr><br>Now that the engine had turned off and the car was standing idly to the side of the tracks, which barely passed as a road at all, the silence that reigned in the vastness of the desert was overwhelming. Somewhere far behind the luminous glow of the city they had abandoned still littered the horizon, but in any other direction there was nothing but the starlit sky to keep them company. Mother nature had graced them with a cloudless sky and the moon set the world in a pale blue light that coloured both of the two trespassers to this tranquil scene in an almost alien hue that was both outlandish and strangely enchanting. Olivia took her time abandoning the car, gripping the shoulder bag from the space in front of the passenger seat before carefully - and a little clumsily, perhaps - closing the door behind her. It wasn't surprising that her eyes, like Jason's, immediately wandered to the splendour of constellations overhead. Her steps were silent on the dust strewn ground, where little grew aside from worn looking shrubs, short and stubby. Rocks of surprising sharpness littlered the desert and Liv had made the mistake of preemptively taking off her shoes before, so it was in heels that she paraded the plains even if they had been&nbsp; a poor choice in hindsight; late night desert walks really didn't facilitate walking around on this particular sort of footwear. <br><br>"You know what I think is funny?" Walking up to him, Liv only stopped when her shoulder was level with his. Or mostly, anyway; Jason had quite a few inches on her in terms of height. Her eyes didn't tear away from the mesmerizing display overhead, no matter how tempting, but an incredulous little smile did creep up on her features. "You experienced firsthand that I can't use my abilities without instantly discarding every single item of clothing I have on me, and yet here you are for apologizing about taking off your shirt. I do feel bad now, you clearly have a way higher opinion of me than I can really live up to, I'm afraid. I've seen men naked before, you know." <br><br>She considered Jason's question for a moment, although the answer didn't beg much thought. "I do come here regularly, although it's all about perspective whether you could say it's often or not. I don't travel here for any other reason than to practice shapeshifting-"&nbsp; And that was true, with one minor, or major, exception - "and I usually take my roommate with me as a precaution. He isn't Evolved," Olivia explained, "But he knows everything about my abilities. I can trust him, I have no doubt about that. The thing is, once I change form it starts sapping my energy at an accelerated rate. Not so much with the tattoos, admittedly. I mean, I can be a cat just fine, a bird, no problem... a mermaid is a little trickier, but only because I don't get the opportunity to drive to the west coast for practice very often. Not much water out here, I'm afraid. With drawings it's different." Olivia spun on her heels and ventured back to the car, picking up her bag, which she'd left lying against the front wheel (putting it on the hood seemed too disrespectful considering how gorgeous the car was). Crouching down, she removed her sketchbook and returned to Jason whilst holding onto it. "Usually when I head out here, it's to try out something new and see how well it suits me. You see, if I focus long enough on drawing a sketch, get it down just right, I can use it just like I can my tats. It just takes a lot more energy, and it's not quite as steady. In fact, sometimes it's not steady at all." <br><br>Although it might have been expected, Olivia did not actually elaborate on the subject by flicking over the sketch book, and her hand lowered to her side as she looked to the sky once more. "Could you unzip my dress, please?" she requested politely, and she made a subconscious effort to not make it sound like a proposition of sorts. Indeed, she'd packed away another of her more casual dresses - barely more than a long shirt, really - just so she wouldn't have to go through the arduous effort of struggling into this one the moment she shifted back into her traditional form. <br><br>It felt like the time for chitchat had drawn to a close, though, or at least it would temporarily have to give away to something far more active. It wasn't often that Olivia preferred to sit down and talk over doing something that had her blood pumping, but in this instance there was a clear temptation to do exactly that. And perhaps she would have easily been lured into lingering on the how and what of her&nbsp; and his powers, if it hadn't been for the fact that she was so incredibly eager to see him truly make use of those wings, granted to him by some higher power, in action<br><br>"So how fast can you fly?" she inquired, then immediately raised her hands. "Actually, don't tell me. I'll find out the fun way." Olivia considered whether she had anything else to say, but even though she could probably ask him a myriad questions still, instead she flashed him a winning smile that preceded that all too familiar sensation of her body shifting into a new form, far smaller, far more agile and blessed with a set of strong, brown-and-white feathered wings that instantly brought her to a considerable height. Her hawklike eyes were keen and took in the sight of the man below with curiosity; almost hovering in the air she waited a moment for Jason to follow suit, quietly challenging him. Although quiet wasn't right; the moment Olivia sped off at a steep angle to greater heights she screeched in an almost arrogant display of happiness before taking to the stars, fully anticipating Jason to surpass her at any given moment. She loved her power, but somehow the expectation that he would be able to keep up with her, outdo her even, was one that she needed him to live up to. She wanted, above all, to be impressed, to be outdone and to know that this man was more than looks. Olivia found herself hoping that she'd be left in awe... and she had an inkling that she would not be disappointed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>27-06-2016, 04:09:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/qWqNTXg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>&nbsp; Las Vegas, Nevada |&nbsp; April 14, 2013 | 02:25 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Olivia Moretz<br><strong>Content:</strong> Nursing a hangover<br><hr>"Yup." Dara couldn't help but agree with the woman's assessment - this was definitely an <i>ouchie</i>. She just wished it were the worst of her teenaged years 'boo boos' and mistakes. She had plenty of them, and these two oblong stars were just a small representation of the overall mess of a feature that was 'Dara: Confessions of an Angry, Psychopathic, Derpy Teenger.' It'd probably be a three act play consisting of plenty angsty monologues complaining about her menstrual cycle and her cliche desire to murder most of the people around her.<br><br>As for any disapproving glances she may or may not have caught from Olivia? Well, it was probably more than apparent by her appearance alone, but she had this little tick where she just… didn’t give a <i>fuck</i> about <i>what</i> most people thought of her in the long run. In her head the only relationship she’d have with most people were temporary ones, and then past that what the hell did she care? So long as they didn’t connect her to what happened back in Illinois then it was no skin off her ass.&nbsp; <br><br>Dara twitched minutely as the woman caught up one of her hands, and then visibly shivered when those slender fingers of hers traced the crude lines that marred her sensitive flesh. Her inner wrists were a sensitive area, it wasn’t something she quite understood but it was one of those places she <i>despised</i> having other people touch – if not for any other reason than the reaction it could illicit. At this point Dara had fully anticipated the contact and even then she had to resist the urge to flinch herself from the other woman’s grasp.&nbsp; The blonde twitched again as her mistake was explored in full and she caught the right corner of her bottom lip between her teeth, ignoring the tension that started to roll up the length of her spine. "Really?” She blinked and all that unease melted away just like that. <br><br>"I mean, I’m not one of those idiots that expect magic or anything, but you really think you can make them look <i>identical?</i>” No, this wasn’t skepticism, this was Dara actually being more so… incredulously impressed. She didn’t want to get her hopes up, in all honesty. "I was kind of expecting someone to tell me I’d have to get something smacked over them.” She laughed awkwardly, reaching back with her freehand to ruffle her own fingers back through her already messy mop of hair. "I can understand if you can’t make them the exact same colors they are now but I would prefer them to at least be close to their original colors, if that’s possible?” Why did she sound so strangely courteous? It didn’t fit her overall appearance at all. Then again, who wouldn’t be happy to hear something could be fixed like this? "The right one is green to represent my sister, it’s the color of her eyes. The left one is blue, because well, you know—“ She snorted, rolling her eyes as she motioned up to them. <br><br>"I know, it’s sappy, but I like stars. I love mythology and I love the mythology of the stars and planets. At the time I kind of felt like we were both forced away from each other constantly, so I started to associate us with the Morning and the Evening Star. Not to mention Pollux and Castor.” She chuckled sheepishly and took a step back from the counter. "As for who we are now? Well, we’re still kind of trying to figure that one out.” She rolled her eyes at herself again. "Dara Kurova, and you are?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>27-06-2016, 04:54:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/kra3ixjup/Young_Silky_Cln.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | His Apartment | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong> wat<br><hr><br>Silky stared defiantly at Wyatt as he retreated from the bathroom and shut the door behind him. She kept staring for several seconds afterwards, until she threw up her hands in disgust. "Well FINE!" she shouted through the door. "He didn't even look!" A second Silky popped out behind the first and began unhooking her bra. "I know right! Maybe he's gay..." she spoke in a low voice, hoping it wouldn't be too audible through the thin door. A third popped out and turned off the taps before the tub overflowed. "Don't even start with that shit again. Just because someone doesn't want to see our titties doesn't mean they're gay. We aren't in high school any more, grow up."<br><br>Silky 1 pulled off her bra and tossed into 3's face. "Um, we actually <em>should</em> be in highschool dipshit. We didn't graduate, we got thrown out." 1 slipped off her panties and tossed them at 2. "But you're still an idiot. He's not gay, he's just a hopeless nerd."<br><br>"Or he's sly and Tac 6 is already on their way..." 3 piped up as she stepped aside. All three sighed, saying nothing until 1 mumbled, "I don't even care any more. I'm too tired."<br>&nbsp;The other two nodded in agreement. <br><br>One of the Silky's, even she wasn't entirely sure which anymore, climbed into the steaming hot water, and all three sighed in collective relief. Another Silky climbed in behind the first, spooning her from behind, while the third knelt by the tub and began dipping water and pouring it over the other two.<br><br>Over the next half hour or so, Silky pampered herself as much as the limited surroundings would permit, only climbing out when the water got cold. The second wet Silky blurred and disappeared, while the dry Silky took a towel to the other. Once Silky 1 was dry, she opened one lipple wide so 2 could reach in and pull out a bundle wrapped in a plastic bag. "Blegh." 1 grimaced at the taste, then pulled a large t-shirt from the bag, which 2 then bundled back up and swallowed, grimacing much the same. The remaining spare Silky blurred out as well, leaving only one. She put on the t-shirt and looked at herself in the mirror. "Well, at least I'll be clean when Tac 6 nabs me and sends me to the lab."<br><br>Silky took a breath and opened the door to the rest of the apartment. "Hey Wyatt, where you at?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undine</strong> on <strong>27-06-2016, 08:50:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://slodive.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/dreadlock-hairstyles/red-dreads.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eva Bellamy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12432737#msg12432737)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> A remote region of the Northern California Coast | June 2, 2017 | 10:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Nadia De Lucchi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12410206#msg12410206)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>A Tragedy, and a Meeting</em><br><hr><br>Teardrops in the ocean.&nbsp; So many metaphors, poetic and literary, for the futility of them all.&nbsp; And yet she wept them anyway, silent streams of useless tears wending their way over pale, pink-blotched cheeks, falling from her trembling chin to disappear into the wet sands where she knelt.&nbsp; <br><br>Where else could all this pain go?<br><br>Eva had been some four miles away when she felt the first, far distant rumblings of his suffering.&nbsp; The sun had been up some for some hours already, burning away the fog, but she still lay beneath the driftwood lean-to that served as all the shade and shelter she needed these nights.&nbsp; The gentle, timeless roar of the ocean was the music of her days now, and she was content to listen to the sea gulls bickering overhead, or watch the nearby colony of sea otters as they played along the rocky crags of the shoreline.&nbsp; One of the females had just given birth, and Eva had thrilled to the touch of its velvet-soft fur, cradling its tiny, precious body to hers for some sweet moments before returning the pup to her dam.&nbsp; These were the days as Eva spent them now, timeless and contented.&nbsp; She might not see another man or woman for days at a time, and Eva was fine with this.&nbsp; She had found her solitary peace in the life and death and life all over again, sheltered along the sea she loved.&nbsp; <br><br>Until now.<br><br>It had begun as a low, visceral ache in her gut, wending its way up her spine, wrapping around her rib cage with an insidiously growing pressure.&nbsp; Despair and fear licked hotly at the edges of her mind, as if it were flame looking to ignite the tinder of her panic.&nbsp; She twisted swiftly to her knees, green eyes peering down the craggy length of shore, in the direction from where the agonizing miasma was borne.&nbsp; In an instant her tennis-shoe clad feet were beneath her, catapulting her up and away. <br><br>She ran.&nbsp; No matter the breath wrung from her lungs with every stumbling step, Eva sprinted along the shoreline.&nbsp; Desperation flung her forward, straight into the terrifying maelstrom ahead, heedless of rock or crag in her desperation.&nbsp; She fell - God, she knew not how many times, the knees of her jeans torn and bloodied as the palms of her hands.&nbsp; But that didn't matter either, any more than the spiraling, white hot pain in her chest, intensifying with every faltering step; or the breaths she could barely sip past her lips into burning lungs.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew what she would find there on that beach, long before she ever arrived.&nbsp; He was a young humpback whale, his enormous thirty-foot body trapped helplessly on the sands and rocks.&nbsp; So breathtakingly graceful in the waters of Mother Sea, he was all but paralyzed in this cruel, barren world above the waters.&nbsp; Terrified and in such pain, without the least notion how he managed to strand himself from his pod and Mother Sea, the weight of his own body was crushing the very breath from him.&nbsp; He could not even call to his family through the thin, biting air that surrounded him.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Though a soft, strangled cry escaped at the sight of him, Eva did not speak.&nbsp; Human sounds could not bring him any peace, and she simply hadn't the breath to spare.&nbsp; Her steps suddenly leaden, Eva staggered to his side, falling to her knees in the shallow, foaming waters of the shoreline.&nbsp; She draped her slender body against his side, fingers and palms outspread as she rested against his belly.&nbsp; The salt of his skin stung the gashes along her hands horribly, but Eva would not leave his side.&nbsp; She dare not call for his pod either - they would likely only beach themselves in their desperation to save the young whale anyway.&nbsp; <br><br>With an agonized moan, her forehead fell forward against his skin as she drew his pain and fear into her own body, siphoning it away like the poison from a snake bite in one of those old, black and white Westerns.&nbsp; This however - <em>this</em> was all too real, the nauseating, suffocating whirlpool of the whale's dying dragging her beneath the darkest waters, drowning her hopes.&nbsp; Would it take hours then?&nbsp; Days even, for him to pass?&nbsp; Eva could not begin to guess, her only prayer that her frail, merely mortal body would not fail him before that moment...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 00:33:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/215f5c00-e5d3-4cb3-966e-883c0d3304bc_zpshuk31qlv.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Animal rehabilitation centre near Kruger National Park | March 17 2015 | 10:00 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena/Nicole<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playtime<br><hr><br>"You have no idea what I look like, it's way dark," Julie grinned as she struggled into a more or less seated position. Her ribs felt distinctly more bruised than they had done a minute ago, but she couldn't bring herself to linger on such futilities. What did catch her attention was the way Khara had settled down quite obediently. She attributed it to the fact that Nicole was holding dinner in her hands at first, but when she managed to retrieve the torch from where her friend had left it and stiffly drew to her feet, that excuse seemed to be become invalid. As Julie shone the light in the general direction of the girl and the creature, Khara was sitting surprisingly meekly in the dirt, patiently - although hungrily - looking up at Nicole. There was a notable lack of headbutting or overly affectionate hugs, although that wasn't completely true; it was more that Nicole was the one embracing the orphaned animal in a way that suggested that Julie had been all too right in taking her to the rehabilitation centre (and Nicole even more for deciding to come). <br><br>"Wow," Julie said with genuine surprise. She leaned forward to brush the dust off her trousers, and her shirt and basically the entirety of her body before stepping in closer. "He really likes you, doesn't he? And you really like him." The most generous of smiles, though mostly concealed by the darkness of night, revealed itself on her rosy lips and it was only at this point that Julie decided that perhaps lighting the oil lantern dangling from the right side of the fence was a sensible idea, and so she proceeded to do exactly that. "See, I knew you'd love it here. And that <em>here</em> would love you right back." She returned to the girl and the animal beside her, who was now greedily suckling on the bottle of rhino milk, making over the top smacking noises and more of those whining sounds that he was so prone to. The light of the lantern did not reach far; like a little umbrella of warm, orange light it offered a secluded little area safe from the darkness around them,&nbsp; and a strange feeling of serenity overcame Julianne as she fell into a crouch, absently scratching Khara's neck whilst barely needing the distraction at all. Nicole had a way of making her feel at ease, like this wasn't something started by a chance encounter but orchestrated a long time ago, an invite of one dear friend to another that was so self-evident that <em>of course</em> Nicole would tag along and stay here, with no security, no guarantees whatsoever. Just the word of a stranger, and Julie knew without a doubt that she would live up to the faith the girl had in her. It was of utmost importance that she didn't let Nicole down, even if she couldn't explain why. <br><br>"So is this how you dealt with school children too? Just bewitch them with your charm and make them willingly sit through eight hours of school every day?" It was clear that Julie was amused with all this, and even the lack of attention she received from her adoptive little rhino child didn't elicit a trace of jealousy. How could she? Julie much shared the little rhino's opinion, after all.<br><br>The calf emptied its bottle in record time, and thanks to Nicole, herding him back into the enclosure was surprisingly easy, even if his noisy complaints were all the more heartwrenching when ultimately Julie bolted the gate again. "I think I've been replaced," she commented, pulling a pouting face that could not be interpreted as sincere in the slightest. Nevertheless, Julie heaved a dramatic sigh before reaching to the lantern, dousing the flame and reducing the area to one of darkness save for the pale torchlight. She aimed it ahead of them as they meandered back to the cabins, ultimately pointing out the furthest on the left. "That's where I sleep," she explained, "There's two beds in each lodge though, and I think it's best that you stay at my place for the night." Julie shrugged haphazardly, a strange shyness in her eyes. "You know, if you want to." <br><br>Their trek took them past the little house though, and towards a small enclosure, fenced off in a way similar to Khara's little home. It was far narrower and lower, though, and, once Julie had led them inside and lit one of the lanterns, revealed a primitive sort of shower area. It was more or less divided by reed walls that offered a semblance of privacy as long as everyone remained in their respective cubicle. It was also entirely roofless, which made for a somewhat surreal showering experience."It's not quite like home," Julie apologized, "But I'm sure you're used to adjusting, right? Not like it's your first day in the south." She pointed towards the steel nozzle overhead in one of the little stalls. "It's mostly rainwater that's been heated throughout the day, so like, don't drink it. There's no real drain or anything, so you want to keep it kinda short but I reckon that after a trip like today's, you could do with a shower, right?" <br><br>Julie immediately regretted saying that, and a look of unease crossed her features. "Not that you smell bad or anything, I mean - " She shrugged. "It's more that <em>I</em> do, hah." Julie shook her head before retreating into one of the stalls. She only hesitated briefly before beginning to undo the laces of her shoes, which she unceremoniously tossed across the little building. Her socks soon followed, and while she struggled out of her pants, Julie started to wonder if she was being too casual about this. It was hard to be prudish in an environment like this, though; with the rangers showers were often reduced to quick baths in the river while one acted as lookout for crocodiles and hippos. <br><br>"Sometimes I miss having a real bathtub, you know," she said, but only because Julie didn't like the silence. Not because it was uncomfortable; it was more that she had begun to miss the sound of Nicole's voice when there was no conversation ongoing. "Lavender scented soap and candles, or you know, being in a room with no mosquitoes."&nbsp; Julie threw her top on the pile of clothing; her bra as well. Without looking she turned on the shower; the water was only lukewarm, but considering the climate and season, you really didn't want it to be scalding hot. A hum of utter delight escaped her and Julie closed her eyes, running her hands through her hair as the dirt of a long day of travelling was washed away. "But you know what, I wouldn't trade this place for the world. Feels more like home than England ever did." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 06:42:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7f/36/ab/7f36ab980d4c3cee5e4de335571c10b5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #2, aka, Nicole.<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong> Shower -&gt; Julie's Quarters</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>Nicole would have felt lucky, and loved, had she not known that she was cheating to earn this animal's affection - as well as obedience. Never before had this young thing probably experienced something as unique as being understood across species, and not only that, but to have such a supernaturally strong bond out of the blue. It was likely a band-aid for the loss of the young thing's mother, and as Nicole fed the animal, that's what it felt like. Though Elena didn't <em>feed</em> her duplicates, persay, she could relate to that motherly feeling a lot. She felt it with humans, animals, her duplicates, and even the flowers that seemed to sing her name in their off - time. Neither Elena nor Nicole could allow any <em>Wows</em> or compliments to go their head, because without their gifts, there likely would have been no closer example to <em>normal</em> than normal, plain ole' Elena. Fortunately for her, things had gotten spiced up, and left her in an interesting, complicated position. <br><br>It was all enough to almost make her feel guilty keeping it a secret. Almost. Which was saying a lot, considering they'd just met, and they hardly knew one another. But Nicole and Elena both believed inexplicable things happened at the most wonderful of times. Even meeting Jason had been a miraculous, instantly recognizable twist of good fate. There'd been no doubt, or fear, and Nicole was feeling it for the first time on her own. Suddenly, dim light case a low dome, and Julie was reinforcing her belief this was <em>all a good fit.</em> Nicole giggled, the sound melding in with the feeding rhino's sounds, and the joyous string of sound ended in a happy sounding little sigh. "I had a feeling I'd like it here, too," came her response, though she expected no response back. <br><br>The funny part, too, was that she wasn't entirely sure it was because of the animals, or even just the experience of it all, which was her normal excuse for extreme wanderlust. Then came some rather wonderful silence, and while Nicole had absolutely no idea how Julie was feeling, it was evident Nicole was happy. Her hands full, eyes resting on Khara though never afraid to slide sideways to steal a glance at Julie, who was quite close but not oh-so-close. Nicole didn't even know what to say; didn't know if she should talk, as it could ruin the moment, even though she wanted to. <br><br>Julie solved the conundrum with one teasing sentence, and it honestly made Nicole laugh heartily. The inside, added hilariousness due to aforementioned powers and how they didn't much at all work on humans outside of Nicole's normal attempts at charm, with, or whatever. After laughing a fair amount, eyes on Julie when they were open - she finally calmed and cleared her throat, head shaking. "God no, I've no idea why children love me," she laughed a bit more. "Animals.. I guess I just have a certain charm that works on them and not much else." That explanation made her grin lopsidedly, because it was just ridiculous. It made no sense, but did, especially when Nicole turned Khara into the perfect example of affection and obedience when they were saying their good-byes, including lots of snuggles and kissies for Julie as well as Nicole, and no fighting to get the baby back in its' home, either.<br><br>The cries tore Nicole up on the walk away, though. She knew the intensified pain of loneliness was her fault, and she suddenly felt rather responsible. So much so that, even if she'd hated it here, she would have stayed to make the impact of her absence less awful on the creature. "Hardly," Nicole had replied to Julie's sentiment of being replaced. Sincere or not, the idle comment added to her slowly growing pile of guilt over her secrecy. Then they'd began to head back through the pitch blackness, which was difficult for Nicole without following directly behind Julie and her torch. That turned out to be as easy as it'd been on the way out, and before long they were back over near the huts, and Julie was motioning to a particular one. It was <em>hers</em>, and she was invited. That made Nicole smile sweetly even as Julie looked a little apprehensive or shy about offering. "I would prefer that too," she answered in a hilariously nonchalant sort of way, like <em>duh, I'd much rather sleep with you than alone over somewhere else.</em><br><br>Julie wouldn't know that just yet, but it was true. <br><br>Then came more silence as Julie led her over to what appeared to be a shower area, some small conversation offered once they'd arrived. "I'm quite flexible," she teased in response to Julie's question, and as Julie inadvertently called her <em>stinky</em>, Nicole found herself bringing a hand to her mouth in mock - gasp, eyes narrowing as Julie explained it all away and fled. As soon as her friend had disappeared, Nicole chuckled, shaking her head and following none too far behind her. It took all of like six seconds for Nicole to settle in to the stall across from Julie, and with her back turned to the woman, she began to strip as she spoke. "I don't think you stink," came her admittance, a soft snicker following it, "but si, we both could use a shower."<br><br>By the time Julie came to talk about lavender soap, Nicole had stripped completely too, and neatly piled her clothes none too far from her stall. This meant that - yes - she did leave the stall naked for just the briefest of moments to gather her things, and, on the way, Julie's things found themselves gathered with hers, as well. Panties and all. Now that they were both beneath the water, Nicole found herself enjoying the shower despite its' inadequacies, and she was more than happy to indulge in conversation. "I love lavender, but jasmine is maybe my favorite." She let out a little sigh, and grinned. "I love those giant bath tubs. You know, the ones that make you feel kind of guilty about filling them up." And then she laughed, shrugging. "I also like lots of bubbles, and no mosquitoes, definitely. I could do without those."<br><br>In all truth, Elena didn't much mind. The bugs didn't affect her too much with the whole quickly-recovering thing. They mostly itched until she went to bed, and then most would fade only for more to be given. It was a vicious cycle that she imagined would be worse if the little bites stayed longer than they did. Instead, she found herself privileged in about a million ways Julie had no idea of, and that was mostly all she could focus on in the shower as they spoke of things of this nature. That, and what was going to happen once they got back to Julie's hut. "How long have you been here in Africa?" She finally asked, about the time she'd turned around, her head tilted back and eyes closed as she allowed the lukewarm water to run over her face, hair, and back. She was nearing being done by the time Julie had answered, so she found herself turning the water off and moving to get dried off. Which wasn't too much a hassle - of course Julie helped her - which made Nicole laugh. "Leave it to me to be to get so excited that I just forget all the necessities in my bag," she commented humorously, as she dried off her hair and really didn't make too much of a fuss about being naked around Julie. She was embarrassed a little, sure, but this wasn't ideal conditions and the light pink that clung to her cheeks without relent was plenty sign of her smidgen of shyness without it being commented on.<br><br>But, because Nicole had to mentally comment on it, Julie was quite attractive, from the glances she'd stolen like some silly curious schoolgirl. Mostly she'd been good, though, and not looked too much or lingered long at all. Just glimpses, she'd swear, if required to do so.<br><br>Nicole fell quiet as she got dressed, her body still just a touch damp, her full intentions being to change into pajamas just as soon as they'd arrived back to Julie's. That brought about an interesting question for her, though, and so once the pair were dressed - and on their way to the hut - she asked: "Do you think my bags made it to your place?" Of course, in all truth, Nicole would've found out soon. But.. it felt nice talking to Julie, so she'd asked, and..<br><br>If not, it wasn't a big deal. Nicole would manage. Only about a third of the way there, Nicole found herself thankful the hut wasn't too far. Not so much for Nicole's sake - truly, she felt pretty full of energy, but that was normal - but because she was excited to plop down with Julie and do more talking like they had all day. That made her feel weird, like... <em>am I talking too much?</em> but she also noticed Julie was often the one to start a conversation, so it relieved some worries of being a chatterbox. That wasn't the only thing on her mind as they crossed the threshold into Julie's quarters, either. As soon as she saw two beds - with the bare minimums - she inwardly sort of groaned. She'd slept alone the entire time in the village, and it'd not been the greatest. Nicole was very much so a cuddler, so going even longer without some of <em>that</em> was annoying, and she cursed herself for not bringing a stuffed animal or a pillow or something extra. Inside, Nicole instantly made herself at home as Julie spoke of which bed was which, and she also walked about the space, familiarizing herself with it once the lights were on. She didn't want to stumble too much in the night, so she felt it necessary! During a lull in speech, Nicole plopped her butt on a bed - specifically <em>Julie's</em> bed, and leaned back on her palms, which rested on the bed as well. From that position, she sort of just gazed at up - and over - at Julie, looking as if she were in thought but also happy to be looking where she was. Then came a very important question, as her toes pulled the socks off her feet and nimbly tossed them back over to the... <em>other</em> bed. "How early do we have to get up?" came her inquiry, and then she grinned. "I have to know so I don't keep you up too late. Don't want to tire you out on the first day."<br><br>That grin turned into a teasing, devious smile, and Nicole found herself wanting to strip down so she could crawl under the covers and not move for a considerable amount of time. It was hard to resist, but also necessary.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 07:42:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 10:40 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Dinner time.<br><hr>As requested Jason reached out for the zipper of her dressed and slid it down her back. His free hand planted easily at the base of her neck to hold it up while he undressed her, and once he was done, he released and back up so that she could do whatever it was that she was going to – his assumption proven correct when she took to the form of the hawk he'd seen earlier. With a gentle chuckle he watched her prance around the sky and declare her intent with the screech. Truthfully he wasn't positive that he could fly faster then a hawk, he'd never sat down – or gotten up? - and raced against once. He leaned down and picked the red fabric from the ground, folding it over his arm and setting it atop the car. Then he took a couple of long strides away from it turned his attention into the sky – partly for dramatic effect, partly because he knew that she wanted to see everything at work. Which did bring up an interesting question for later – just how much of her humanity, her sense, herself, did she retain while in the form of an animal? How interesting...<br><br>The large upper wings spread wide first, stretching out to their full length – easily ten feet apiece. They arced upwards in what would best be described as an angelic pose; the smaller set – only about two-thirds the length – spread likewise with tips pointed slightly downward to give him almost a butterfly appearance. What came next was hardly as timid as a butterfly however. The powerful big wings folded and thrust forward sending Jason propelling into the sky; one big flap turned into more steady smaller ones that allowed him to easily climb to greater heights – the smaller set worked in tandem with the bigger ones, pushing and pulling only moments after the first set.<br><br>Jason was hardly a bird in the air, but he clearly had the ability to maneuver with the grace of one. Each thrust of his wings rocketed him higher and higher until finally rolled over himself in a long back-flip style loop. Unlike a bird he displayed another fun ability, which was to 'float' in the air, and truly hover in one spot by working both sets of wings to sustain his lift but not adjust it more then a few inches in any given way each cycle. His piercing eyes shot around the moonlit dark to find his now feathered female friend. “Ready?” He inquired.<br><br>He couldn't screech his intent to her, but was confident that no doubt she would follow. Jason thrust himself up a couple of feet and then leaned forward, diving into the air. His wings went rigid and lay flat to his sides, tucked in and back near his body, so that he could gain as much speed as possible while diving towards the dusty earth below. Only meters before coming into contact with the ground his wings kicked into full gear – it had been a long time since he really pushed himself in terms of flying... and it felt good to cut loose for a change – and he swooped from that dive into a straight arrow shot above the ground. His near impact kicked up a heavy cloud of dust as he shot a violent blast of air at the ground. Like a speeding vehicle himself he left a trail of dust as he sped through the desert so close to the ground – and if Olivia attempted to actually catch him, she'd find that her expectations, her hopes, were being realized. He was not worlds faster then a hawk, but there was no doubt that he was indeed faster.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MiraMirror</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 10:20:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/wFysJBj.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Aimi Cleary (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12435350#msg12435350)<br><strong>City| Date| Time:</strong> Denver, Colorado | May 21, 2017 | 2:13 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> A trap!<br><hr><br>"Look, all you gotta do is just act like you're in trouble or something, kay? It's no big deal, jeez."<br><br>"Dude, the whole plan is stupid. Why do you need someone to act like a fuckin' damsel in distress?"<br><br>"Duh, 'cuz that'll get them here sooner or whatever. Someone comes crying, runnin' around like they need savin', and the whole team of 'freedom fighters' or whatever they call themselves is gonna come here, and then we can take care of 'em, just like that!"<br><br>"Okay, but this plan is still <em>all kinds</em> of stupid, dipshit. What happens if they don't buy it, or they get pissed off or something? Then we're all <strong>fucked</strong>."<br><br>"Chill out, Aimi, everything's gonna be cool, kay? Look, they're a bunch of goody-goodies with their underwear on the outside, just like those tools you see in comic books. If someone's in trouble, there's no way they're not gonna come rushing to the rescue. We'll act like we're chasin' ya, you run and cry, they show up, and we take 'em out! Easy as hell, right?"<br><br>"Tim, this is fuckin' <em>dumb.</em> There's a whole damn team, and even if we've got more people with us...They're fucking fighting bigger fish than a group of wannabes, y'know?"<br><br>If anyone could see the shadows speaking to each other, they might see a burst of movement from the taller figure, a hand reaching out to grip the smaller one's throat for a brief moment.&nbsp; "I <strong>told</strong> you not to fuckin' call me that, <em>got it?</em> My <em>name</em> is Shatterstorm, so <strong>use it</strong>."<br><br>A gasp for air and a groan was all she offered in return, alongside a very irritated growl.<br><br>"Besides, don't ya think you should be doing me a favor? I mean shit, we took you in when your asshole parents wouldn't pay any mind to ya and treated ya chill like you were <em>family</em>, girl. I don't like callin' in favors, but this is the perfect chance, you know? Do this and we're chill. No more favors, you get to call all the shots, okay?"<br><br>"...Fine, I'll do your stupid fucking act, but if it blows up, it's your fault, dumbass. Oh, and if you try that shit again, I swear to god <strong>I will fucking roast your lanky ass alive.</strong> Got <em>that</em>, asshole?" <br><br>The shorter of the two let out a sigh and one more irritated groan. "Now how are we doing this?"<br>====================================================================================<br><br>Location: Back Alleys- Denver, Colorado<br>Time- 3:11 PM<br><br>"Shit, shit, <em>shit</em>!" A young woman's voice cursed into the afternoon air. She ran through the alleys, darting in and out of the dilapidated backstreets. She <em>knew</em> these streets like the back of her hand. "Somebody, please! Somebody help, they're crazy! I don't...I don't wanna die, <strong>HEEEEEEEEEEELP!</strong>" The young woman, hair dyed a mixture of magenta and blue, looked behind her, showing her the thirteen others chasing behind her. One of the ones trailing behind glared at her, eyes glowing with some kind of power, just before some of the earth directly ahead of was ripped at an upwards angle, tripping the "victim". Surprised and clearly irritated, she muttered to herself, "That wasn't part of the damn plan, <em>Tim...</em>" Keeping up appearances, she scrambled to her feet, darting left instead of right like she'd intended to.&nbsp; Behind her, <em>Tim</em> fired off a sonic airwave of some sort, shattering any glass in its path. "Damnit!" She retaliated verbally, sticking an index finger in both ears. "Somebody...SOMEBODY, HELP!" She pleaded again, screaming in the hopes that she would attract <em>them</em>, these freedom fighters or whoever her group was after. Then she could be done with this stupid plan, already... "Pain in my ass, damn..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 19:53:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Meetings<br><br>[ooc: you've got your headers mixed up, just so you know]<br><br>Greece.&nbsp; Oh, that was interesting.&nbsp; The face Kumiho was remembering was indeed from Greece, now that he could connect the three--the face, the facial hair, and the place.&nbsp; He remembered the encounter, a handsome face tended to be more memorable, either for the desire to kiss it or the desire to possess it.&nbsp; Kumiho sometimes liked to get close to someone just to get a hand on their skin and be able to borrow their look.&nbsp; For him the world was a clothing store, but of bodies and faces.&nbsp; <br><br>Mykonos was a particularly fun place to go, a continual party with the Mediterranean sun and a sense of being away from everything.&nbsp; Kumiho had been there a number of times, and seen a number of faces, but he could place this one now, if he imagined Max in the sun and sea, rather than the cool stonework of Prague.&nbsp; "Yes, yes, I've been to Mykonos, that must be it," Kumi replied with a small smile, taking a long pull of beer.&nbsp; "Such a great place.&nbsp; Nothing like Prague though.&nbsp; It's like the sun never sets."<br><br>There was one problem though.&nbsp; Kumi had most definitely not been wearing this face when he was in Mykonos.&nbsp; Certain places called for certain looks, and when there he had a particular look he preferred.&nbsp; Less ethnically ambiguous handsome man, and more beautiful dark eyed Greek woman.&nbsp; He posed as a model when he was there, preferring to spend the days on the beach in a barely there bikini, and the nights dancing in a slinky dress.&nbsp; It's what the place was for.&nbsp; If Max recognized Kumiho from there ... well, he couldn't.&nbsp; Which meant there was more to this chance encounter than chance.&nbsp; Someone had found a way to track Kumiho, despite his efforts, despite his powers.&nbsp; It should be impossible, but Kumi had always figured someday they might figure out the impossible.<br><br>He set his beer down.&nbsp; It was not the time to let alcohol get to his head.&nbsp; The question was how to get out of this situation, and then figure out what the situation was.&nbsp; Kumi glanced around the outdoor seating.&nbsp; Had Max suggested here because he had compatriots?&nbsp; If so, slipping away might require real effort.&nbsp; No one was obviously watching, but maybe they were good.<br><br>"I'm actually starving," Kumiho said, flipping over the little menu sitting on the table.&nbsp; As a waitress walked by he suddenly reached out and gripped her by the arm, not forcefully, but catching her attention.&nbsp; And leaving his hand there just long enough that his body learned her body.&nbsp; "Could I get a chlebicek?" he asked her before letting her arm go and letting her head back inside.&nbsp; Now it would just take a moment's distraction.&nbsp; <br><br>"So, Max, besides travel, and being filthy rich, how do you spend your time?" Kumiho asked, waiting for the moment he could make his getaway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 21:42:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/alizee-011_zps1zstvina.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Animal rehabilitation centre near Kruger National Park | March 17 2015 | 10:20 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena/Nicole<br><strong>Content:</strong> Playtime<br><hr><br>The ease with which Nicole adjusted to the general atmosphere within the confines of the care centre was astounding, and Julianne was starting to wonder just why it seemed that she was the one being bashful about sharing a shower with another, when surely it shouldn't have been particularly unusual. Perhaps it had more to do with the fact that for once, it was a <em>girl</em> who was parading her naked body as if it wasn't anything - and it probably shouldn't be. Still, Julie briefly grew a lot quieter, and the redness on her cheeks wasn't quite justified by the water's temperature. She doused herself in the steady stream, her shoulderlength brown hair covering most of her face as she dipped her head until she ultimately had to turn around again for fear of giving herself away. <br><br>There were some cheap bottles of liquid soap available, not even scented. Julie pointed it out as she started scrubbing herself clean with what few pieces of toiletries she had strewn about here. It wasn't to say that everyone was honest as gold around here but the area was far too remote for thieves to enter. Besides, the only things worth stealing were medicine and equipment used to nurse the animals back to health and those <em>were</em> securely locked away. "You can have some of my shampoo if you like," she added helpfully, then, after only a moment's hesitation and some quiet scolding at herself for being a prude, turned off the shower, stepped out of the stall and handed it over. There was little in the ways of separating each little cubicle from the next; nothing but a three foot door that started at knee height and ended near the shoulders... depending on how tall you were, anyway. "I want to say it's worth bringing all your soaps and lotions and conditioner and whatnot, but really you shouldn't bother. Out here you'll be dirty again within moments, it's a wasted effort." Julianne grinned as she cast a look at Nicole, putting in a somewhat strenuous effort to keep her eyes level with hers. Not that there was a particular reason for her <em>not</em> to, it just... seemed impolite? <br><br>"I uh..." she began, and for a while Julie lingered in the middle path, glancing to the side. "I've actually only come back a few months ago. It's not my first time on the continent, my first time near Kruger Park though. I actually graduated as a vet last July!" She smiled absently, looking a little apologetic, as if showing off her hard-earned degree was something she simply didn't feel right about. And truth be told, her accomplishments since still felt like they weighed far heavier than her years and years of medical training. Her ranger diploma, though far less prestigious, felt like something that held a far more profound meaning than anything she had done, earned or accomplished in her life before that point. "My family thinks my degree is wasted here in the Ranger program," she continued, and now Julie was fidgeting, her fingers plucking at a healing cut on the back of her hand. "But I don't care what they think. I've learned a long time ago that the only way to be happy in life is to do what <em>you</em> want to do, not what other people expect you to. I..." <br><br>A light frown creased her features then, and after a moment Julie shook her head, causing long wet strands of hair to streak along her forehead. "Sorry, it's a bit early for the heartfelt revelations, isn't it?" she said, her eyes glinting. "Besides, I have a pretty amazing life. So much freedom, so much adventure and with the feeling that what I do actually makes a difference in the world. And I get to meet the most interesting people!" Finally, Julie decided to grab one of the rough, worn towels that were stacked on a shelf at the far end. Just like everything else they were covered with fine sand, and she gave them a good shake, taking care to turn her head away before beginning to dry herself off. "Like the other day, I picked up this amazing stranger off the streets of Africa. Could tell right off the bat that she was something special, and you know what? I was right." Now Julianne was actually lighting up as she tried her best to seem nonchalant about it all. Or maybe playful was a better way to describe it, although it was blatantly obvious that she was trying to pay the girl a compliment while trying to be casual about it. Which probably would have been a lot easier had the two of them not been stark naked right now. Nicole was someone who really didn't need close to make her look any prettier; if anything, her absence of clothes seemed to fit her beautifully. She was petite, slim and yet soft in a really pleasant way that Julie was sure girls in the western world would be jealous of. She felt a little skinny by comparison, and inadvertently glanced down at herself before pressing the towel to her chest, the look of delight slowly fading. Julie hadn't thought to bring a spare outfit - she hadn't really been thinking much at all about this, apparently - and ultimately decided to wrap the towel around her torso. Waiting for Nicole to finish her shower, she ended up gathering the dirty clothes and took them with her to the cabin, happy to be home again. <br><br>The interior was simple and sparse, but the reddish wood and the oil lamp inside added such a warmth to it that it felt inviting and like a place you could easily unwind, even if it consisted of little more than two beds, a couple of shelves, a wardrobe and a tiny sitting area near the window. There was a small bathroom, but it was clear that this was a place mostly reserved for sleeping and really, who would want to spend much time inside when they had such a world of beauty around them? <br><br>Julie looked around for a moment, scratching the back of her neck as she made a not too startling discovery. "I guess your bags didn't make it here yet," she observed. "But then I guess it was a bit too much to ask for Roy and the lot to act like our personal bellhops. If you want any favours done you need to make sure you got something to bribe them with. Scotch and cigarettes, although they're absolute suckers for Cadbury, too." Julie rolled her eyes. "Trying to keep them from melting is a bit of a challenge, admittedly."&nbsp; The distraction couldn't keep her occupied for long though, and soon she turned to Nicole, finding that the girl had already settled. A look of confusion took hold of her then; had she explained herself wrong? She was fairly sure that she'd pointed out which bed was which correctly, and if her words weren't enough, then surely the fact that that one was covered in an abundance of old pillows and a teddy bear wearing a Union Jack outfit would make it pretty obvious that the bed was in use. And yet Nicole sat there without a care in the world, and although she appeared pretty innocent, Julie had an inkling that she wasn't quite as blissfully oblivious as you would be inclined to believe. <br><br>"Uhm..." she began somewhat haphazardly, and Julie shifted her balance from her toes to her heels and back, looking strangely lost in her own lodge. "I'm sure they left it in the big hut though, we'll just have to pick up your stuff tomorrow. Here," she added, and quickly Julie paced to the wardrobe, yanking the door open and retrieving one of the shirts she owned. The amount of clothes she owned was laughable, not to mention very similar and surely the fact that she'd grabbed two identical sand coloured t-shirts only added to that fact. "Here, you can wear this tonight," she told Nicole, tossing her the item of clothing. Another brief moment of hesitation ensued; there really was little room for prudishness and yet it took Julie a moment to decide to unwrap the towel and let it slip to the floor before tugging the tee over her upper body. <br><br>By the time she returned to her bed, Nicole had not stirred in the slightest, and rather than lingering on the forwardness - or how unusual it was - Julie decided to just roll with it. Pacing to the foot end of the bed, she more fell than sat down, crouching somewhat haphazardly across to the stack of cushions. She began to rearrange them until they offered a lovely pile to lean up against, then pulled the blankets away. Even in the warm climate of South Africa Julie could not bear sleeping without one, and she crawled under the sheets, pulling them halfway up her midriff before invitingly patting on the empty spot beside her. It wasn't so much her being too forward as Julie doing the one thing that made sense in this moment, and so it wasn't at all surprising that Nicole would comply. It was a little surreal to feel a warm body next to her in bed; Julianne hadn't come to Africa to start a relationship - the life here hardly allowed for such a thing - and it had been a long time since she had shared her sleeping place with someone else. You know, unless you counted falling asleep on top of Khara in the muddy enclosure from sheer exhaustion. <br><br>"Hey Nicole?" Julie, who had crossed her arms loosely on top of the sheets, glanced up at the ceiling. The lantern was still burning on the little side table that stood between the beds, but she had a sneaking suspicion that they wouldn't be going to sleep anytime soon. After a few moments of silence, her gaze deviated to the girl beside her, and Julie wiggled her shoulders, pushing herself further into the pillows until she was perfectly comfortable. She could feel Nicole's shoulder warmly against hers, the sensation comforting in a way that surpassed rational sense. It reminded her of when they had been propped up next to one another in the jeep, and Julie wondered if she was the real reason she had nodded off so easily on the return trip. "It's weird, right? I mean, of course it's weird. Me inviting you to leave everything behind and come here, and you being crazy enough to accept." Julie sighed wistfully. "It's definitely weird," she decided, and to this the girl turned onto her side, properly facing the girl. Her hand, without thinking, found its way to Nicole's upper arm, fingers gently taking hold just to satisfy that need for physical contact, to establish that connection that, really, was there regardless. "But you know what's even weirder?" she continued, gently smiling. <br><br>"It doesn't feel weird at all." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amarlo</strong> on <strong>28-06-2016, 22:48:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5fYgOw5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Dara Kurova (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12369710#msg12369710)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Los Angeles, CA | July 22, 2017 | 11:13 pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Hrithik, Semi-open<br><strong>Content:</strong> Post-concert wind down, blood and violence. <br><hr>Poor Donny... He honestly had no idea what had been coming to him, had he? Then again, he should had heeded their warnings. When he'd been told that Dara didn't respond well to be touched it wasn't meant to be a challenge, nor was it supposed to goad him into pushing at her limits - but some people had this weird tendency of taking it that way, didn't they? You tell them they can't do something and then suddenly they feel they <i>have</i> to do it, and as much as possible. Tell them not to press the red button and after that all they could think about was 'what would happen if I pressed that button?' Then it'd just eat at them and eat at them until they satisfied that curiosity one way or another. It was the curse of humanity - curiosity. Intelligence wasn't exactly inherent - After all, they could have just asked in the long run, right?<br><br>By the time Hrithik managed to pull Dara from Donny, the poor guy's lip had been busted open too. She fought against Hrithik's grasp like a thrashing feline trying to escape a bath - except this was decidedly less humorous in comparison. She wasn't in a fit of rage - her breath was ragged and wheezed with panic while her eyes were feral and wide with alarm. Her arms swung, wrenched and twisted against him before he finally managed to pull her back against him and trap them over her own abdomen, but that didn't cease her struggle. <br><br>The second the good Doctor dragged Dara off of him, Donny clumsily scuttled away until his back hit the wall several feet behind him - eyes just as wide and frightened as Dara's, except they were confused as well. He was absolutely dumbfounded, and even as he clutched his bloody nose in one hand he hadn't even managed to process what had just happened enough to actually be mad about it. Sam, on the other hand - She was more than a little pissed off over this whole thing. However, this was <i>Sam</i>. It wasn't long before she made it back to her feet and while Hrithik was busy trying to restrain Dara, Sam crossed the room to crouch beside Donny - so she could promptly slap him upside the head before rather roughly tending to his injuries. "Hold still, you great fuckin' tard." She grumbled at him, ignoring the way he cried out as she swatted his hand away from his nose. "Can someone get Reese!" She called towards the door, prompting one of the stunned stage hands to run off.<br><br>"<i><b>LET GO</b></i>" Dara half roared at first. She even thrashed and kicked her legs, trying to tangle them up with his and use them in <i>some</i> way or another to gain the upper-hand and free herself, but with little luck. It wasn't until she started to realized that Hrithik's restraining hold had effectively detained her that the anxiety finally outweighed the adrenaline induced rage and <i>panic</i> began to take over. "L-let go! LET GO!" The pitch of her voice hitched and her breath became just as suddenly erratic and uncoordinated as her escape attempts were growing. Tears sprung from her eyes without her consent, and what had originally been an almost indignant demand was now a quickly repeated <i>plea</i>. "Get off! Let go, Let go!" Her world was warping around her, she felt like she was being stifled and suffocated - like hundreds of pounds of thick cashmere had been wrapped around her. "I-I can't-- I c-an't brea--.."
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>29-06-2016, 00:12:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/livhawk%20copy_zps9ozqqm53.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 10:52 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg 12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Free as a Bird<br><hr><br>There was nothing that could have garnered Olivia's undivided attention in a way that Jason managed to; his display of unlikely skill, impossible strength and beautiful maneuverability had her stunned from the very moment he spread his wings and took to the sky. Like an infatuated little birdling she whirled around him, her feathered wings of brown and white nowhere near as impressive or carrying a remotely similar span as his. It was impossible to speak, of course, but words hardly seemed a necessity in this moment. Taking on the shape of a different species did not quite alter her state of mind, but it did create a secondary intuition, one that had Olivia rely far more on communication through actions than words. Still, a happy shriek pierced the night as Jason asked her if she were ready. The sheer height at which they hovered would be dazzling to any man not graced with the ability to flight, but to these two thieves in the night it was an opportunity to feel a freedom they rarely got to enjoy. <br><br>The steep dive was something that Olivia thoroughly enjoyed. Her avian form shot towards the ground in a way that left no doubt why hawks were considered such skillful hunters, and as they fell she spiralled around the angelic form of Jason Vandel, enticed by the sight of his careless plummet towards the ground. He was agile, but also considerably larger and unlike birds, the human figure did not lend itself to the same sharp turns and sudden changes in trajectory. But how he surprised her all over, and had she been the girl that she ordinarily was than he would have seen the expression of sheer ecstasy in her eyes as she shot after him the moment her vertical flight became a horizontal one. Olivia found it impossible to keep up with him, but the fact that he took no pity on her, that he did not hold back for the sake of misplaced chivalry was something she adored and she gladly pushed her feathery body above and beyond, two shadows in the nights chasing one another in a mad dash mere feet above the ground. They raced for miles, until the skyline of Las Vegas became visible once more, only to careen back towards their starting point, moving closer to the stars again. <br><br>Higher and higher they went, and Olivia could feel the strain of her body from the exertion of using it so intensely. She cared little about sore muscles; even if she'd be recovering for days it would so be worth it. Still, the fatigue was slowly becoming evident, and she would have to return to the ground if only for a little while, simply to catch her breath. She was young, after all, and recovered quickly. Once more she felt like going up and up, though, and Jason gladly followed her in her chase towards the moon until they could go no higher and the world below had become but a faint, dark memory. For moments they hovered there, the little hawk before the man who shared her secret, curiously watching. Olivia felt herself growing slightly frustrated; the inability to communicate barring her from conveying just how grateful, how incredibly <em>happy</em> she felt right now, in this moment. The cry that ensued was one that no doubt reflected that sentiment, and the dexterous little bird flew up closer to Jason, so close that the edge of its wing brushed against his uncovered chest. <br><br>And then she abandoned her form, and it was a swift transition. It had to be, for the moment Olivia returned to her human self her ability to remain airborne was entirely nonexistent. It was something that probably warranted a word of warning, but there was an obvious issue there that she was sure would make Jason forgive her for her apparent impudence. The reason for her proximity became evident as she quickly wrapped her arms about his shoulders, praying that the sudden burden would not cause Jason to come crashing down - she wasn't that heavy - although even then, the sudden pull of gravity in all its force had her struggle to hold on. <em>Clearly she'd underestimated the situation a little. </em><br><br>"Heh," she uttered breathlessly, an incredulous little smile on her lips as she watched the world below. "Sorry about that. I didn't think you spoke <em>bird</em> quite fluently enough to catch on." In that moment Olivia was all too aware of the physical contact that existed between the two of them, although the tactile sensation wasn't all that had her all but enthralled. The rushing sound of the vast wings, that moved so calmly as they kept the both of them afloat was all she could hear. Her body, so very naked, was only shielded from sight by the fact that she was pressed against Jason, shifting the emphasis away from sight and to all her remaining senses instead, which felt ridiculously heightened. Olivia could feel his heartbeat against her chest, could feel the warmth radiating off his body, no doubt raised to even higher temperatures by their unlikely workout. She inhaled the natural scent that surrounded him, something that she loved in a more primal sort of way and although she had promised to be a willful test subject in Jason's indecisiveness where his explorations beyond marriage were concerned, right now it became incredibly difficult to keep to such noble ambitions. When Olivia dared to glance up she wasn't certain she had it in her to keep from doing the very thing she knew she shouldn't, and she sucked her lips between her teeth as if to offset that urge as she set her gaze upon his. "I should thank you," she said, her voice a hushed whisper even if there was no one around for miles to hear. "I've never done anything even remotely like this before. For the first time it's almost as if - as if all of this makes sense. As if <em>I</em> make sense." Olivia shifted in her spot a little, her fingertips brushing against the back of his neck as she glanced towards the blanket of utter blackness below. Her smile widened, tugging at one corner of her mouth more than the other. <br><br>"Kind of takes away the point of sky diving when you can do this, huh," she absently murmured. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>29-06-2016, 12:13:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 10:52 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Unexpected naked lady.<br><hr>The flight itself had been plenty enjoyable. Jason found himself enjoying the space to freely push himself, and have someone near by who could be with him. Elena of course understood, but this wasn't something that she could have shared with him – at least not in the same way Olivia was, flying right there with him. He probably could have spent the whole evening soaring through this lovely night if Olivia had wanted to – whatever needed to be done the next day seemed largely unimportant suddenly. He could ignore it and live right now, which was a sort of relieving feeling. He was detached from life, the world, the problems, the marriage, the stress, the people. There was something oddly freeing about it, something that he typically felt only when blowing his glass.<br><br>Curious he watched as the hawk got close to him, close enough to brush him. Like her he wished that he spoke bird, so as much like one as he could be, there were just on an entirely different frequency. His eyes narrowed curiously, his head tilted as if he were going to ask what was going on – knowing full well the only response he was going to get was her screeching in his ear – right up until he noticed that her body was changing back. He'd seen it happen a couple times now and knew the speed at which it took place, so he jerked quickly and held out his hands to catch her as she literally formed and then fell into them. <br><br>It was hard to not be very aware of the smooth skin of hers pressed up against his bare chest, laying in his arms as he held her closely to him. One arm supported about half way down her back, the other hooked just above her knees; he cradled her into him and was suddenly caught by the vision of what he'd seen earlier... Only this was much closer and a great deal more intimate then her original mishap. Clearly she'd worked through whatever inhibitions she had when she decided to shift behind the bar this morning. It wasn't so much purposefully that his chocolate orbs scanned over her as it was instinctive. He was warm against her body – which sparked the wonder of how her actions in those forms of her affected her normal body, but again something for later – and he realized that up high like this, laying in the nude, she must have been very chilly.<br><br>Jason found – and no doubt she did too – that his heart was thudding aggressively in his chest, and it wasn't just because they had spent the last while whipping around the desert at full speed. Circumstance, the free feeling, her current position, the way she spoke, the motion of her lip tugged between teeth? It all added up to a mesmerizing experience in his head. Then the fingers happened, her little motions on his neck that made his skin writhe with delight he had not expected – it was natural when his arms curled and tugged her just a hair tighter against himself. “You seem to make perfect sense to me,” He replied, just as quietly.<br><br>Strong wings waved too and fro to keep their station right there in the sky, just hovering together. It was a quiet on a moonlit night that had him looking inward at what he really wanted, fueled further by the lovely naked woman curled against him that wasn't his wife. Jason hadn't really spent a whole lot of time examining what he felt about this whole open marriage thing, and what it could mean for him; it was a door he knew was there, that he hadn't really intended to open. The temptation though, her temptation? His jaw shifted as he mulled it over. Her next words though gave him an idea and he licked at his lips, grinning at her. “Does it?”<br><br>No sooner then he had finished his question did he let his wings go still, and allowed the pair of them to fall like a comet from the heavens towards the desert ground below. It started as a pencil fall, him staying totally upright; soon though he was leaning back so his back was falling towards the ground, only to continue through the motion and end up with his head headed for the ground. His hands had to shift to keep her from falling from his grip – they reached farther up and around her hips and thighs, hooking her too him. Finally they'd gone nearly full circle and she was towards the ground, which was rapidly approaching them. Before too long, with only a dozen feet or so to spare his wings all went back as far as they could, and for a moment he looked very focused. He thrust all of them forward together at the same time and launched a blast of air with such force it reversed their motion and pushed them up. The air slammed into the ground with such a force that it created a pulsing cloud of dirt in all directions, only with the perfectly clear eye at the center they were descending into. Such strong wind displaced virtually all of the loose dirt, leaving only the solid ground.<br><br>His wings allowed him to glide to the ground finally, at the heart of the dirt curtains that surrounded them, cutting them off – momentarily – from everything that wasn't them and the sky above them. On the ground, Jason found himself not making any first move to set her down – if she wanted it, he'd let her go.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>30-06-2016, 08:50:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.telestar.fr/var/telestar/storage/images/media/images/2014/photos/2014-07-11-teen-wolf-5-choses-que-vous-ne-savez-pas-sur-tyler-hoechlin/tyler-hoechlin/258599-3-fre-FR/Tyler-Hoechlin_max1024x768.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> First meetings<br><hr><br>Max's smile brightened as Kumiho acknowledged that Max's memory of him in Greece was correct. Of course, Max still couldn't place the face, but he could definitely place the scent of the man's powers. Mykonos was indeed a beautiful place, the Greek Islands were always one of Max's favorites. They were beautiful places, with beautiful people, amazing food, warm waters, and enough tourists to make remaining anonymous quite easy. Max had been there on multiple occasions and he was sure he'd go back eventually given the opportunity.<br><br>Max took another long drink of his beer even as Kumiho set his down, giving another smile as the man mentioned being hungry. "Me too," he said, "Had a late lunch and no dinner yet, so this is as good a time as any." He grabbed a menu as well, glancing over it briefly even as Kumiho ordered a snack. He wasn't sure what he was going to order himself, but it'd be a fairly easy decision. Czech food wasn't particularly fancy or complex, but Max enjoyed the meatiness it tended to have. Usually rather dense, filling, and always delicious in his experience.<br><br>At Kumi's question he gave a small chuckl. "Nownow," he said, "Nobody said filthy rich, but I guess it all depends on what you're comparing it to. I'm extremely fortunate enough to be comfortable, but I always pictured filthy rich as having maids, and private jets, and who knows what else. I, sadly, have to fly commercial like the common folk." He rolled his eyes to hopefully convey his sarcasm even as he flashed Kumi another toothy grin, "Mostly it is the travel. I figure I'm still young - relatively at least - and I might as well see the world now rather than when I'm older. I can relax, play golf and go on cruises and the other boring shit then. For now, I don't see any reason to not spend most of my time trying to learn about all the different sorts of people this world has. You know?"<br><br>Taking another sip of his beer he shrugged and looked at Kumi. "What about you? What do you do that let's you travel so much?" he asked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Emmykins</strong> on <strong>30-06-2016, 09:06:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7f/36/ab/7f36ab980d4c3cee5e4de335571c10b5.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Name:</strong> Elena Charlie Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381845#msg12381845) - Clone #2, aka, Nicole.<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Lulekani Township near Phalaborwa, South Africa | March 17 2015 | 6:30 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Julie, Closed.<br><strong>Content:</strong>Julie's Quarters</span><br><hr><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><br>Of course Nicole used the available soap, and was happy to take the shampoo offered by Julie, too. During those moments in the shower, Nicole was acutely aware of how hard Julie was trying to keep her eyes face-level. It WAS the polite thing to do - to keep eyes off of.. <em>assets</em>, and truly, Nicole mirrored the attempt minus the few times she <em>didn't.</em> Subtle glances not risked in the moments of shampoo-exchanging or during the moments when Julie decided to spill the beans about more personal things, like her recent graduation, which had made Nicole smile so wide that she came to regret it as Julie looked apologetic and then continued on about her none-too-approving family. Instinctively Nicole had reached out to hold Julie's hand that had went about anxiously picking at a scab, the hand squeezed in a rather reassuring way as Julie frowned and condemned her heartfelt revelations. Nicole didn't think it was too early at all, but she also wanted Julie to let the emotions out as they came without her interjecting and opinions. She was proud of the woman for what she'd chosen to do so far, but that was something she could always express later. "Clever way to compliment someone," she teased, drying off without much fuss even though some sand managed to hang around and make it to her body. She followed Julie's lead with the towel and clothes, too, though she'd been just as willing to put her dirty clothes back on if necessary for the walk, too. She didn't much care.<br><br>Soon enough, they were back at the hut, and Julie, who did manage to get in before Nicole, made it clear her bags were <em>not</em> there. Nicole could have guessed that may be the case, and so as Julie had spoken, she'd dropped her towel and dirty clothes off to the side in a heap, body finding the comfortable spot on Julie's bed. Her companion's words were helpful, but not totally essential in that moment. Nicole had been too caught up in the moment to think of her bags, and she would fix that in the morning, even if it meant walking down there in Julie's clothes to do so. What came next would be etched into her memory forever. An event so humorous and honest and just... it was worth remembering.<br><br>Julie let out some sound of uncertainty as Nicole smiled, continuing to sit there and prop herself up, legs crossed over one another and outstretched off of the bed. Before long, Julie was doing her best to remedy the <em>no clothes</em> thing for Nicole, and a rather.. beige.. looking shirt came to be flung in her direction. Nicole just barely managed to catch it with her left hand while still holding herself upright, and she smiled sweetly as the hand - still clutching the shirt - returned to press against the bed. "Thanks, that's very sweet of you." Then, off went Julie's towel - which was only sort of an issue because Nicole had been staring at her - which caused the little blonde to avert her eyes, a nervous laugh given even as she lounged there in the nude and did her best to avoid objectifying the woman. She wasn't even sure Julie was gay! Or open to women! Or anything! But, that was sort of how Nicole was. She could be adventurous herself without demanding the same of someone else, even in moments like this. It also didn't help that Nicole always slept in the nude, so a shirt to her was more a 'put it on in the morning' thing, anyways.<br><br>Finally, Julie approached <em>her</em> bed - and Nicole's little island - and then things got rearranged in such a way that it made it even easier for Nicole to be where she wanted. <em>And</em> she got an invitation to scoot over closer to Julie once the woman had settled in. That was pretty much perfect. I mean really, who could complain about getting their way plus some, right?<br><br>After slipping under the sheet herself - but only bothering to pull it up to her waist as she uncrossed her legs beneath the covers - she found her soft, well - cared for skin pressed up against Julie and she let out a little sigh, her right hand on the bed at her side, left resting in her lap to avoid Julie's thigh. Not that she was allergic to thighs or anything, but more that she'd found herself squeezing in where Julie had pat <em>exactly</em>, and so she was pressed into her side just like she sort-of-maybe preferred to be when sharing space with someone she didn't hate. And once she was there, like that, she was content to sit there in silence if that is what happened.<br><br>It wasn't, though. Julie spoke, and Nicole looked over at her, calm as any cucumber. "Yes, Julie?"<br><br>Julie's response seemed to be some wiggling to get comfy, and Nicole just watched, slightly amused, as the woman did so. She was perfectly almost comfortable, and though the padding behind her needed to be adjusted just a little, Julie's wiggling mostly fixed that, as well. Truly she thought that was all the response she'd get, at least for a moment, then came that delightful voice at her side.<br><br><strong> "It's weird, right? I mean, of course it's weird. Me inviting you to leave everything behind and come here, and you being crazy enough to accept."</strong> Nicole tilted her head curiously, unsure if this sentence was leading to a good end or a bad one, and then suddenly Julie decided that it <em>was</em> all weird, and her body shifted so she was facing Nicole, who was caught off guard but not shocked or anything. She was just.. topless, and content to listen. The hand on her arm was light, and a welcome touch, but Nicole didn't dig the way that when Julie shifted, the space between them had increased. So, when she turned to face Julie, she crossed her legs and closed that gap again. "No," she replied softly to Julie's question, her hands just sort of.. sitting there. She wasn't sure what to do with them, not at all, until she finally just mentally sighed at herself and took Julie's hand within both of her own, and held it there in her lap atop the sheet, her fingers and their well cared for nails running over the soft skin on the captured appendage. <br><br>The words <em>it's not weird at all</em> hit her a little like a brick. Not physically apparent, but she could <em>feel</em> the weight behind the words, behind the sentiment, and though she was all smiles, she was a little melancholy on the inside, too. There were some lurking worries of how things would go when... and Nicole did have a feeling it was <em>when,</em> not <em>if</em>.. she told Julie about her powers, how that would change things. Would she be accepting if she knew there were others just like her but not exactly her (even if it was damn close,) out there doing other things? Would she freak out and run away if Nicole were to sprout an extra arm to get work done quicker when in solitude with someone she could trust? And, ultimately... well. It was just all so complicated, so even if things didn't feel weird to Julie right now, there were serious worries that once everything was in the open, the sentiment may not be the same.<br><br>"I'm just glad I came," she finally said, smiling as sweet as sin itself covered in honey. "I'd thought for awhile about going somewhere else. Somewhere new. Somewhere not... here." She shrugged softly, her head tilting as her gaze came to focus on Julie's hand in hers, which was turned over palm-side up so Nicole could trace the lines on her palm. "Not that here isn't wonderful, but you know, when the teaching thing ended, before I met you, I wasn't really sure.." she was definitely rambling, and she realized it. Glancing up apologetically for just a moment, her eyes returned back down to her hand. "I'm proud of you for doing what you want to do." <em>Now</em> she looked up, meeting the woman's eyes. "Otherwise we wouldn't have met, and that would've been such a shame."<br><br>It was just so funny how it was all random circumstance, but here she was, sitting totally naked with someone and having no expectations about anything happening at all. Just enjoying Julie's company and... being mildly worried about manner of silly things not necessary to worry about right now. "Honestly though..." she trailed off, in a manner that perhaps sounded like she had something dearly important to say, and then she finished the sentence, "do you mind if I sleep <em>with</em> you? Not just.. <em>here</em> with you?" She sounded nervous, and she even let out this kinda nervous laugh that added to it all. Realizing how awful bringing this up was going, Nicole just said what she wanted and hoped for the best: "I like to cuddle." Well.. that didn't quite come out right, either. She'd meant to say something like <em>would it be okay if we cuddled,</em> or some other manner of civilized request. Instead she just sort of proclaimed her enjoyment for a rather simple thing made more intimate by the fact they were both naked. Somewhere in her mind, she was worried that Julie would reject her and things would grow awkward. Just the thought of that made her shift in her spot, her hand turning Julie's own back over so she could trace small circles along the back of her hand.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>30-06-2016, 21:01:51</strong>
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				&nbsp;<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/it_could_be_a_spark_by_xxxbekixxx-d2y2efl_zpsy3job2zi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | April 14, 2013 | 02:32 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Dara Kurova<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making Miracles Happen<br><hr><br>The way in which Olivia shrugged might have come off as a bit too nonchalant, and surely Sage would have been none too impressed with it. Then again, she probably wouldn't have been too impressed with Liv in the first place for being so committed to this customer, who didn't exactly appear to be in the possession of a lot of money. Or <em>any</em> money, really, judging by her extraordinary mess of an attire. But Sage wasn't here and she'd left her two junior artists in charge, so her opinion held little value right now. And although her sentiments didn't spawn from defiance, Olivia couldn't help but feel a little mischievous about abusing her newly gained freedom, even if it was, admittedly, in a childishly innocent fashion. <br><br>"Oh ye of little faith," she commented dryly, her hands slowly coming to rest upon the edge of the counter now. "I happen to do this for a living, making things pretty again is kinda what I do." Olivia arched one of her well-defined eyebrows up into a quizzical expression, then pushed herself off and wandered towards the work area, grabbing a few sheets of tracing paper before returning. "I <em>could</em>, er, what did you call it again? 'Smack something over them' if you prefer." She couldn't really keep an amused chuckle from escaping her, and for a moment Liv wondered if she sounded too condescending. There were few things that could offend her but in her job she tended to speak with a certain reverence; drawing was a major part of her life and she would not have it ridiculed. Not that she suspected that was the girl's intention; she had a wonderfully blunt way of talking that Olivia could only approve of, especially when paired with her almost unnatural effort to act polite. Was she attempting to convince the tattoo artist to give her a freebie? If she was trying to charm her way in, then it really was a redundant effort; Liv had made up her mind the moment this stranger had come stumbling into the parlor. <br><br>"But... You seem pretty keen on stars. So that's what we'll stick with, yeah?" A brief glance in her general direction ensued, and Olivia caught herself lingering in the sight of the girl's eyes, taking in the intensity of her irises. It revealed something that the rest of her appearance did not, inciting a spark of genuine interest that went beyond this sibling background story she was so reluctant to unveil. It took her a moment to shrug it off and when she did, Olivia shook her head and glanced down at the crude looking stars again. "They've faded," she concluded with a hint of regret, then, feeling the need to explain herself further, extended her hand again, this time merely allowing her finger to hover over the marking. "This green, it's much fainter than the colour of your eyes. It's a nice shade though, I reckon it'll look pretty awesome when it's colored in. Shame I can't be sure of your sister's eye color... but I'll try my best." <br><br>For some reason she hadn't actually expected Dara, as was the name by which she introduced herself, to be so forthcoming. It caused Liv, without skipping a beat, to offer her full name in return. "Olivia Moretz," she said, ignoring the rules on never revealing too much personal information. Vegas wasn't exactly the safest city, after all. "And that there is Alex." She picked up her pen, the tip of it lingering right above her tracing paper as she readied herself to start drawing. Somewhere to their left stood a rather curious looking Alex, who admittedly did rather well at not looking like his roomie just caught him eavesdropping. With his usual casual demeanour he strolled out of the office completely, pointing a finger at the front door. <br><br>"So I was thinking about grabbing some lunch," he said, narrowing one eye as he glanced at the clock. "<em>Late</em> lunch. You want anything?" It was a pitiful excuse, really, and the look he cast Olivia over Dara's shoulders spoke volumes. Clearly his faith in the girl wasn't quite as strong as Liv's, and a brief, though clear conversation took place in a matter of seconds, consisting of nothing but Alex' eyeroll at the girl with the tousled hair and Olivia's far more subtle response - and the slight squint she gave her friend in warning. It was clear that she, unlike her roomie, wasn't worried. In fact, she averted her gaze altogether, favouring the drawing she had just initiated instead. <br><br>"Actually, yeah," she responded lazily, "I could go for some lunch. You should head to that Italian sandwich place."&nbsp; Liv wisely ignored the complaints that followed; the joint was a good few blocks away, which would take him at least half an hour just go get there and back. "Anything will do, just none of that vegetarian crap. Surprise me. You want something, too?"&nbsp; The last part was clearly aimed at Dara, and a questioning look was shot in her direction from both directions. "Don't worry about it, Alex is buying. He still owes me a week's grocery money, after all." <br><br>A slight grumbling ensued, but her friend ultimately complied, the doorbell chiming once more as he made his way out of the store. It was a more intuitive than rational decision, but one that Liv stood by even as she properly turned her attention to the drawing at the tip of her pen. Busily she began to sketch away with secure, steady lines that began to shape the image that was in her head. "So..." she finally said, but only after a considerable amount of time had passed, "I'm not going to force anything out of you. People come in here, and they all have a story, a reason for wanting me to draw something. Something permanent, you see, something they can keep with them even if the reason cannot. But I am curious though." <em>Was she?</em> Surprisingly enough, Olivia found that her words spawned from genuine interest rather than professional making conversation. "I mean, the way I see it, these stars symbolize something. They were a way of keeping you close when she wasn't there, no?&nbsp; Bout she's with you now, so what is it?" Liv paused briefly, regarding the sketch for a moment. "Left one's finished," she remarked, but that's where she stopped talking, not allowing the final comment to be a proper means of distraction. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deamonbane</strong> on <strong>01-07-2016, 02:09:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dnamagazine.com.au/media/0/9573/2/jasonchambers4.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ryan 'Private' Murray (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379624#msg12379624)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> South Boston / April 2010 / 01:45 AM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Sephora Grace Blevins (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12438506#msg12438506), Closed<br><strong>Content:</strong> Some Riding<br><hr>Ryan wasn't much of a show-off. Being quiet, being subtle and not attracting attention had been the way that he had been told to live his life, especially once he had graduated from petty criminal to gang member. Gang members had to be quiet. They had to be themselves, individuals and as that, they had to look tough, but they represented more than themselves, especially as a part of the Wildlings. Anyone who wore a Wildling patch represented the rest of the MC, and a nation wide MC at that. The club was his life and while he was a senior member of the MC, he was still a member. Everything that he said or did would reflect on the Wildlings in some way, and thus he had to think every action through with that in mind. He would never, ever ever intentionally do anything that would embarrass the Wildlings.<br><br>That said, he was aching to show his new bike off. His old bike had been a present to him from his dad, an old, coughing sputtering FSX Low Rider, and while he loved that old thing from the bottom of his heart, it had died. Things just ran out of mileage sometimes, and they needed to be left to rest. Sure, he still had the old thing in his garage and he promised himself that one day he would bring the old beast to life, but for now... his new Sportser held his attention and his heart. Working on her at the shop had felt like cheating on the FSX at first, but he knew old Gem would understand.<br><br>And so much work. He had ridden it, and tested it out and tried it out for months, and now, finally, with a new coat of paint and polish, with the scintillating dark matte finish over the powerhouse that his baby had become... she needed an audience. She needed to show off. It wasn't him, she needed it.<br><br>He always smiled when he thought about how idiotic it was to anthropomorphize a motorcycle, but she really was beautiful. He had been showing her off to all of the guys at the MC, but she needed an outside audience. And there was only one person that he wanted to show her off to first. She, an actual person, not the bike, lived out of town. She was in college, still in state but a few hours out of Boston still, so it would give him the opportunity to get used to riding his new baby.<br><br>He left in the afternoon, arriving there as the sun was beginning to set. It was a smaller town, pretty much built around the college that Sephie had decided to attend. She was smart, a hell of a lot smarter than he was, and she had had her pick of places to go. He had too, less picks, and more related to his having played some football in highschool, but he had declined. He rode into the small town, making note of a small movie theater, a handful of restaurants and more than a handful of delivery places, as well as a great deal of bars, all centered around the large amount of alumni who either worked there or made use of the establishments. There were more than the usual amount of stares at Ryan, and more importantly, he though to what he rode, with a few of the young men, thinking themselves fans of American motorcycles came in for a closer look when he stopped and a couple of the girls 'woohooing' as he revved the engine as he drove past them.<br><br>Finally, he arrived at where he was going. It wasn't a campus apartment, as Sephie had opted for her own place instead of sharing a flat with someone. Having known Sephie for most of his life, he could understand that. She was an oddball, and there was no nicer way to put it. She was distracted, distant for the most part and he had even caught her talking to herself most of the time, even though he always pretended that he hadn't so as not to embarrass her. She was a couple years younger than him, but they had grown up as neighbors, and as her school life began to result in more than the usual amount of bullying and unfriendliness, friends too. He didn't mind odd. It wasn't like his own life was all that normal anyways, and for the most part, folks around where they had grown up had decided that bullying Sephie was a bad idea, and had given up on it once they knew that she was friends with him. For the most part.<br><br>Not entirely, though. The thought of that one night where Sephie had come home with a hole in her blood-drenched shirt and yet without any kind of injury was still seared in his memory like it had been done with a welder. And it still caused a violent rise in him, the kind that didn't go away too easily.<br><br>He pulled up and parked outside her apartment building, killing the engine and pulling his phone from his pocket, calling Sephie and hoping that she was at home. He realized at that moment that he should have called her before leaving Boston, as he didn't want to get in the way of her studies or social life or anything like that. He had been too excited about showing his new baby off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>02-07-2016, 22:05:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Meetings<br><br>Kumiho listened to Max describe his life and travels, and found himself actually liking the guy.&nbsp; Which was neither here nor there, Kumi supposed even a Tac 6 could be a decent dude, or a decent liar.&nbsp; But Kumi held getting to know the people of the world very high in his own approach to life, and to hear it echoed back, even from a guy with the money to easily do it, was something that touched him.<br><br>It wasn't enough to make him feel safe though.&nbsp; He still watched the environment, ready to make his break when the moment allowed.&nbsp; "Oh, well I'm a bit of a freelance journalist," he admitted.&nbsp; He was regretting giving the man his name now, but luckily it wasn't a name he used officially with his journalist identities.&nbsp; "So I tend to chase a story, try to live off the stipend while I do so.&nbsp; Get to know the world, as you say."<br><br>Kumi gripped the edge of his chair and quietly readied his body to move.&nbsp; He only hoped the guy didn't have any compatriots watching closely.&nbsp; "Oh shit, do you see that over there?" Kumiho asked Max, pointing his finger behind Max's seat and widening his eyes in feigned shock.&nbsp; &nbsp;He pushed his chair back some and half stood up, both to heighten the seeming intensity, and to ready his escape.<br><br>It only took a second.&nbsp; Max turned his head to glance behind him and in that second Kumiho's male form was gone, and replaced by a picture-perfect replica of their waitress.&nbsp; Kumiho took one large step sideways to place himself away from the chair he had been in, and moved toward the table.&nbsp; "I will be back for your order in just a moment," she told Max, in a thick Czech accent, pausing just briefly at the table with her finger tips on his shoulder, drawing his attention back, and then walking away through the diners.&nbsp; Kumiho figured he would change again as soon as he got some bodies between them, slide into the street, and keep changing until he got some distance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>03-07-2016, 03:46:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | His Apartment | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>What am I doing?</em><br><hr><br>Back pressed against the wooden door, Wyatt lifted a shaky, clammy hand from his side and plucked his glasses from his nose. A pent-up breath escaped his chapped lips before he massaged the bridge of his nose with his fingertips. It took a few seconds but finally he was able to calm down the thundering of his heart, pounding in his ears. Only then did he notice the conversation taking place on the other side of the door. <br><br>Sharpened senses were not required to hear Silky and what he presumed to be her clones as they adamantly discussed their respective opinions of him. He realized it was wrong to eavesdrop, as they obviously believed him to be out of earshot. However, he could not bring himself to push away from the door and head into the kitchen, provide her with the privacy he promised upon his retreat. <br><br><em>He didn't even look!</em><br><br>Slowly, Wyatt’s eyelids rose to display a cluster-fuck of emotion on display within his expressive dark brown eyes. From the sounds of it, Silky wanted him to see her naked. Did she also want him to really go through with the entire pay for sex crap too? It did not make sense. He honestly thought she would be grateful someone did not want to use her like some object without any other purpose but to satisfy others. <br><br><em>Maybe he's gay.</em><br><br>He swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat, before he resituated his glasses back to their proper place. The world became realistic again rather than abstract, shapes gaining meaning rather than being meaningless blobs. Silky’s words were harsh but it was not the first time he failed to live up to someone’s expectations. <br><br><em>He's just a hopeless nerd.</em><br><br>Indeed; he was. <br><br>Enough heard, Wyatt abandoned his post at the bathroom to return to the living room. He then sat down on his bumpy couch, grabbing the remote from the coffee table, and turned on the television. The news reports were not encouraging. News reporters were always the depressing sort but these days their reports seemed especially glum. It did not help that a lot of their time was spent dissecting people him.<br><br><em>Criminals. Terrorists. Threats.</em><br><br>When Silky finally emerged from her bath, deep snores answered her question. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>03-07-2016, 10:17:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/alizee-011_zps1zstvina.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Animal rehabilitation centre near Kruger National Park | March 17 2015 | 10:35 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena/Nicole<br><strong>Content:</strong> Nighttime<br><hr><br>Were other people usually this forward with her? If so, then it was in a far more vulgar way, and not in this inherently sweet manner, so void of ulterior motives. It reminded Julianne of the animal world more than a little; none of that false modesty or silly pretense, using a thousand words to say what you don't mean for fear of being considered odd or too forward. Julie could appreciate the disarming bluntness of Nicole, found it endearing in a way although it still managed to catch her off-guard, causing the girl to quietly gaze at the way she held her hand captive between her own two palms. It felt wonderfully warm even if heat wasn't something Africa was particularly short on, especially with the summer season flaring up one last time before seeping slowly into autumn (which, admittedly, was still warm enough). Her fingers flinched a little, found themselves curving around Nicole's without meaning to. Julie's eyes darted back up and she shrugged without knowing what the gesture really entailed. "Why not?" she said simply, an answer that lacked the many layers that hid behind the words but that somehow would have to suffice. Leaning up a bit further on her elbow she shifted into a more accommodating spot, all the while aware of the fact that she was wearing a shirt... and Nicole really, really <em>wasn't.</em><br><br>It was impossible to ignore the very obvious nudity, especially when it - quite literally - was up in her face like this. It was something Julie found she should be able to ignore, although Nicole's forwardness and sincerity were confusing, and Julie wasn't entirely sure how to interpret the signals. Had it been someone she knew better then likely she would have assumed this was an invitation that went beyond a mutual desire for comfort, and had they bee playing the more traditional roles of boy and girl, then it would have been quite obvious what was going on. But they weren't, and Julie was struggling. Even as she gestured for Nicole to curl up instead of remaining in her seated position her mind was at odds; not so much because out of uncertainty over what Nicole had suggested, but more because the answer was a decisive <em>yes</em> regardless. <br><br>"On one condition though," she said, and to this Julie somewhat reluctantly pulled back her hand, the sweet sensation of Nicole's finger drawing tiny shapes upon the back of her hand abandoning her. "I get to be the big spoon. I want to know what that feels like." A grin accompanied the words and without any of the initial hesitation she followed Nicole in fully lying down, molding herself to the shape of the girl's body as she curled up against her. Perhaps it was a bit of an excuse, a way to keep from being all too directly confronted with the fact that Nicole was naked and julie, well... she wasn't quite ready to be so carefree just yet. Which didn't stop her from wrapping her arm around the girl's waist and pulling her closer, the gesture so logical that she didn't even question it. Perhaps it wasn't what Nicole had envisioned but with her inhibitions no longer posing an issue Julie gladly surrendered to the moment, her fingers tracing lazily along the softness of Nicole's tummy before ultimately coming to rest against the curve of her hip. She found her face gently resting against soft, golden hair and the very scent of it reminded her of Africa, of freedom and in a way of <em>home</em> - of actually feeling at home. She even picked up on a whiff of jasmine, although perhaps that was merely wishful thinking after what Nicole had told her before. <br><br>A wistful sigh escaped her, and although Julie had been ready to apologize for it, before she had parted her lips she already changed her mind, deciding that she really didn't have anything to be sorry for. Instead she found herself snuggling up closer and closing her eyes, surrendering to the warm beckon of sleep. "I think I could get used to this," she murmured, leaning her head in close until she could feel the warmth that radiated off Nicole's skin against her cheek. "Definitely could get used to this..." <br><br><br><hr><br><strong>Name:</strong> Julie Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12381790er#msg12381790)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Animal rehabilitation centre near Kruger National Park | March 30 2015 | 04:35 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Elena/Nicole<br><strong>Content:</strong> Rainy days<br><br>The river was a place of relaxation that the occasional presence of crocodiles - and rarely a hippo - really didn't alter in the slightest. It ran along the westmost side of the game reserve, forming a natural border that separated the centre from the untamed wilderness. Near the lodges a few picnic-like tables had been built, along with a large wooden parasol that perhaps seemed a bit redundant, considering the amount of trees that overshadowed the little area. On a day like this its true purpose became very clear though, as the skies had decided to release their downpour upon the grateful savanna, dousing the world in endless rains. Like whirling grey curtains they isolated the area under the massive square umbrella from the rest of the world, confining the two girls who had taken refuge underneath to the fifteen square feet of space. Rain season was definitely making a name for itself today. <br><br>While the change of weather caused the temperature to drop significantly everywhere else, the dry little area at the picnic tables seemed much like a bubble in which the residual warmth was contained. Julianne sat perched upon the table rather than the seat itself, her feet placed casually upon the bench instead. A little vervet monkey was crawling up her back to perch itself upon her shoulder; another such creature was lazily exploring the table itself. There were seven in total; a group of all female monkeys that had grown into adolescence here at the rehabilitation centre. Ordinarily taking so many out of their enclosure at once would be out of the question, but Julie had learned all too quickly that animals had a way of following the lead of the newest addition to the animal care team that made her have no concerns whatsoever that these little creatures would stray. Even now they had a way of swarming around Nicole or at least padding over every once in a while to check if she was all right... or that's how it looked to someone like Julie, at least. It was an enigma to the girl and she would have envied it if she didn't find it so marvellous instead. Of course, there was a little sense of - perhaps misplaced - pride that her gut instinct had been so spot on in thinking this place would fit Nicole like a glove. But that would have been pretentious and Julie was anything but; she just felt strangely <em>happy</em>. About this place, about Nicole, about everything. <br><br>Strangely enough, not quite so much about leaving for once. <br><br>"You know, I really can't imagine it's been nearly two weeks since you got here. If I hadn't been here when you arrived I could have sworn you came riding in here with Petronel a few decades ago." Julie absently brushed a monkey's tail out of her face; the animal screeched in protest, hopping from one shoulder to the other. Making no further effort to get it to move, she leaned back, using the flat of her palms for support. "Weird to think I'll be leaving in two days though. Are you sure you'll be all right?" She laughed breathlessly. "That's a silly question, I know. I just can't help but feel responsible, I'm the one who dragged you in here, after all." <br><br>Of course there was more to it than mere concern about Nicole's wellbeing, unfounded as she knew it to be. If anything, Julie expected that when she returned, <em>she</em> would be the outsider visiting the reserve and Nicole would be the one in on which animals had arrived, which ones had been released and probably have stolen the hearts of each and every being present at the reserve, be they animal or human. No, Julie's reasons for somewhat dreading her two months long return to the ranger station were far more personal and far more selfish; the long and the short of it was that she was going to miss her friend. <br><br>"Will you be sticking around?" she asked, and the question was a little sudden, perhaps betraying that fragile uncertainty that was creeping up on Julie. She turned her head, eyeing Nicole inquisitively. It was a seemingly unfounded question though; Nicole had not given her any reason to think that she would just up and leave and yet, she <em>had</em> up and left the day she decided to come here. What if she grew bored of this place in Julie's absence, unlikely as that may seem? The very thought that in two months she would return to the reserve and find that the girl had moved on made her feel surprisingly nervous, all the more so because she wouldn't even know how to trace her. <em>Hell, she didn't even know her last name.</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Knarfy</strong> on <strong>04-07-2016, 00:03:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s6.postimg.org/kra3ixjup/Young_Silky_Cln.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Silky Levres, Age 16 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | His Apartment | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; <em>What's his game?</em><br><hr><br>Silky followed the snores over to the couch, where she put her hands on her hips and looked down on Wyatt's sleeping form with an expression of consternation. <em>'Well, it seems pretty unlikely he called the feds on me at least.'</em> she thought to herself with a little relief. She peered around his tiny apartment until she spotted the bed. "Aha!" she exclaimed softly upon sighting it. Silky crept towards it, rubbing her arms to keep out the cold. She pulled back the covers to make sure he hadn't left anything weird in there, then slipped into the bed, groaning quietly at the luxurious feeling of actually being in a bed for the first time in days.<br><br>She lay still for a few moments, then sat up to pull off the t-shirt, freeing her boobs to taste the cold air. Silky giggled as another of her popped into existence behind her and began kissing her back playfully. She leaned into herself, twisting so one pair of lipples could meet in a sloppy kiss. The identical girls giggled quietly as they snuggled down under the covers, settling in to sleep.<br><br>A few minutes passed, interrupted only by soft kissing sounds and the occasional soft giggle, until one of them spoke up in a whisper. "It's really cold..." The other Silky sighed.<br><br>"Yea, that's why we're all bundled up in the bed where it's warm, instead of on the couch like a dummy." There were a few moments of silence, then Silky collectively sighed with resignation and another one popped out next to the bed. "Fiiiiiine." The newest Silky groused as she gathered a pillow and one of the blankets, then crept back to the couch where Wyatt still sat sleeping.<br><br><em>'I hope he's a heavy sleeper...'</em> She thought as she put the pillow down on the arm of the couch and gently pushed him over onto it. Satisfied that he didn't seem to be waking, she lifted his feet up onto the couch in a more natural position, then spread the blanket over his sleeping body. She stood over him for a moment, indecisive, until the cold started to get to her. Her shoulders slumped dejectedly and she made her way back over to the bed and climbed in, snuggling up tightly with her other selves. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>04-07-2016, 00:30:02</strong>
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				&nbsp; <div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sd_zpsvc3491zu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 11:12 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg 12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Getting overconfident<br><hr> <br>There was no missing the look of shock that flitted across Liv's face as they briefly evaded the clutches of gravity, only to be forced into a downwards trajectory straight after by its inevitable pull back to Earth. Had she really expected him to have taken her up on the unveiled dare that she had posed? Maybe, but whether or not she had anticipated him to be so daring, Jason had stepped up to the challenge and surpassed it by far, fuelling that delicious adrenaline rush that coursed through the girl's veins as they fell towards the ground at a speed that rivalled that of the hawk dives she had executed not minutes before. Her senses were heightened, tingling from sheer excitement and what astonishment had briefly filled her was rapidly replaced by feelings of pure ecstasy. She experienced <em>everything</em> all at once; the rush of the chilled air that tormented her cheeks, made her eyes water and her hair whip back fiercely; the deafening roar of the wind that assaulted her ears and drowned out any further sound; and more than that she was so very aware of Jason's strong arms wrapped around her legs and upper body, with his fingers digging hard into her soft flesh, inciting feelings within that she had promised herself to steer clear of. It had been like tempting the devil when she returned to her original form and felt that enticing sensation of skin against skin as she had fallen into his arms. Not a small part of her had for a moment forgotten entirely about why they had ventured out into the desert together, wanting to do things that suited a luxury hotel room far better. There was no pretending that Jason left her unaffected anymore and good resolutions be damned, if it wasn't for the nosedive towards the desert surface she would have kissed him there and then - in fact, she was tempted to despite the additional risk it would pose to break his concentration. And it really <em>was</em> much like skydiving; Olivia trusted the winged angel who had crossed paths with her so accidentally with inexplicable wholeheartedness but evenso, there was no telling if he would live up to such faith, nor if his ability to keep the pair from becoming a crimson stain in the dirt would live up to its promise. It was like diving with a parachute you didn't pack yourself; you were confident that no one would willingly send you to your death, but there was always the possibility in the back of your mind that this time it <em>wouldn't</em> open and you'd be sent from an experience of ultimate freedom, straight into the cold embrace of the Afterlife. <br>&nbsp;<br>Liv didn't consider herself a judgmental person, but where Jason was concerned she had to confess that she'd made certain assumptions that simply weren't true. The settled, confident, well-off (not to mention <em>married</em>) glass blower from the other side of the States had a wild side to him that she hadn't consciously been aware of, but that <em>some</em> part of her must have picked up on nevertheless. Using his status of Evolved was just a partial excuse to justify it; surely if she'd been so desperate, Liv would have sought out one of the performers who had <em>supernatural</em> written on their foreheads to anyone who knew where to look a long time ago. He was something special all right, and it showed even in the way he, just when she was getting anxious that perhaps he did have a suicidal tendency she wasn't aware of, suddenly brought himself and consequently her to an immediate standstill, mere feet above the floor. Liv only had a split second to marvel over how quickly his wings unfolded, could almost <em>see</em> the air become a visible force as he used it to keep them from crashing to the ground. Dirt billowed up into an all-encompassing cloud that whirled up and about them, leaving the couple in the eye of the storm as he touched ground. From one moment into the next Liv was thrown into a state of absolute tranquility, the world around them one of silence and isolation. Their surroundings took on an orangey hue as dirt settled at a very slow pace, and the distant road, the beautiful car and the entire world around them had become but a distant memory as she lingered in his arms, all too aware of how the moment begged for a conclusion, a transition into something else, <em>anything</em> that wasn't the inaction they both lingered in right now. <br><br>A shivering exhale was the first betrayal to the silence, and Olivia only then stirred, her arm still hooked around Jason's shoulder as if her life depended on it. It was more an act of want rather than one of necessity, though, and somewhere she was all too aware of the fact that she should wrest free, find her bag, dress herself and thank this rare gem of a man for a wonderful evening. But that wasn't her, and surely even he had already picked up on that. Then again, it wasn't like her to be so indecisive, either; her mind had never before made such an effort to be this rational, this valiant in sticking to her own philosophy, and the rest of her had never before opposed her wish to be sensible so fiercely. So she remained there, right there, pressed up close against Jason's chest for as long as he would allow it, and her free hand traced shapes along his chest, picking up on the tremor that rushed through it as his heart seemed to make a bid for freedom. <br><br>"I never felt anyone's heart beat this fast before," she mused, her voice fragile, the rest of her never more <em>alive</em>. Ever so slowly Liv allowed her hand to flatten against the very spot where she could feel the hastened throbs most fiercely, only then finding the courage to look up. Instantly an audible inhale gave her away, her gaze darting from his eyes to his mouth and back again before she, in a brief moment of clarity, managed to spring into action. Surely it wasn't her best moment when she straightened her back, her legs, the plea to be let down accommodated by the man in a way that didn't really tell her if he had been willing to let her go or not. But she was free, staggering a little but free and God, did Liv need that physical distance to keep her wits about her. <br><br>"You..." she said, her voice a little stunted. Olivia frowned, turned away then arched her upper body back to look at Jason again. Her hand raised, and&nbsp; she wagged a finger at him as she began pacing away, the settling dust in the air finally revealing the location of the car. "You are a dangerous man, Mister Vandel," she told him with more theatricality than she usually would use. "I hope you know what you're doing, because I..." <br><br>Olivia didn't quite finish that sentence, and instead crossed the distance to the side of the vehicle, retrieving something from within her satchel. Surprisingly it was not the dress that surely she should be putting on but the sketchbook, not to mention her pencil. And although it was not her motivation for doing so, when she opened the book and began sketching, it was exactly what she needed to put her mind back into focus. She didn't even bother sitting down or covering herself up, the paper offering only a semblance of modesty by covering up the immediate centre of her chest, leaving her a curvacious outline illuminated only by the pale light of the moon that graced the Nevada desert tonight. She'd glance up at Jason every so often, almost making it seem as if she was drawing <em>him</em>. And although in a way, the subject of her creativity was related to the man who had so creatively left his mark on the casino, it was not him who was brought to life in her colourless sketch. Minutes passed, and whilst Liv was very familiar with the image, she still strived for perfection, taking her time to complete the drawing. <br><br>"I told you how I can become anything I can draw, right?" she said, her voice a little flat, absorbed as she was by the creative process. "How the images on my body are like alternate shapes to the way I look now. Actual drawings are a bit less second-nature, but the same principle applies; I draw it, I use the drawing and become what is on the paper for as long as I can hold on to the shape."&nbsp; <br><br>The etching of the pencil onto paper ceased, and a contemplative expression took hold of the girl as she regarded the drawing for a while. <em>Perfect.</em> It was always perfect, this one. With a certain reverence she turned the sketchbook around, revealing to Jason the image of the very dragon she was bringing to life in the Casino that&nbsp; had caused them to cross paths. Olivia peered down at it, locking eyes with Jason shortly thereafter. "Me and Alex have been out here to practice different forms. Dogs, deer, wolves, even snakes... I've tried so many different shapes and usually it would work out pretty well. There was a bit of a mishap when I turned alligator, though, and I guess... I guess that's what makes me worried." Olivia paused, her finger longingly trailing the outline of the dragon's back, which curved into a long, slender tail that curled towards the corner of the paper. "Stronger forms require a lot of focus, a lot of energy, too. I'm usually fine keeping myself in check, but sometimes... And if something went wrong Alex could hide in the car, hell, we have a tranq dart in the trunk just in case things turned really sour. But Alex isn't evolved, and I can't bear the thought of him getting hurt because of me." <br><br>Olivia hesitated, and she puffed up her cheeks, contemplating her words for a moment. "The thing is," she finally continued, "I really want to try this form. <em>Really.</em> It's like this temptation I find harder and harder to withstand and I just know that at some point I'm going to give in, rush into the desert and try it out, regardless of consequence. So I guess what I'm saying is - what I'm <em>hoping</em> is that you would let me try this out. Tonight. Right now. And that maybe you could keep me from getting too carried away if need be." <br><br>Liv couldn't help herself; a little smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and the true extent of just how the mere prospect of finally being able to give into this delicious temptation affected her glinted in her eyes as she uninhibitedly gazed at Jason once more, her feet carrying her right back to the stranger until the two of them were barely two feet apart. "I need someone who can keep me in check," she said, and the suggestiveness that hid in those words was strengthened by the way Liv lowered the sketch in her hand, letting it rest against her hip instead. Bashfulness was now a forgotten sentiment, although she dared him with her eyes alone to keep his gaze level with hers. "Please tell me that you're capable of more than just flying and looking handsome." <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>04-07-2016, 08:03:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7d/97/25/7d9725b6a7ba72b84972a70419e634c2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Denver, Colorado | May 21, 2017 | 2:13 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Aimi<br><strong>Content:</strong> Stumbling into someone else's trap<br><hr><br>Max found that he enjoyed skiing quite a bit, and if you wanted to ski in late spring there weren't a lot of options without leaving the country. Luckily Colorado had ski resorts that went well into June most seasons, so Max had made his way over to Arapahoe Basin, one of the resorts that was open the latest, and he'd spent a few days availing himself of the various ski runs and having fun. Evolved activity had been mercifully light, though Max was still trying to make more connections throughout the world.<br><br>After his weekend of skiing he had made his way off to Denver to explore the town and enjoy the food a bit before heading home. The city wasn't anything particularly special, at least in his mind, but it did have some good food if you went to the right places or knew the right people to actually get a table, and Max's family money and connections definitely assisted there.<br><br>He enjoyed a dinner at Palace Arms, a rather amazing, modern restaurant with a lot of American and mixed international fair. Afterwards he decided to wander a bit to walk off the 7 courses of dinner, and he found himself heading further and furth away from the dense city streets of the Denver city center. Passing by restaurants, businesses, all sorts of little hole in the wall places, barely noticing as they became a bit dirtier, a bit less well-to-do, and before long he was definitely not in the nicest parts of Denver, not that he cared. Being an Evolved definitely had its perks at times, and generally that meant not having to fare most normal humans unless they vastly outnumbered you or caught you by surprise.<br><br>As he continued to wander he heard what he thought at first was a shout. Pausing, he cocked his head to the side, listening for anything more, and at that point is where he got the first mental 'ping' that signaled another Evolved nearby. Moments after that he heard it again, someone screaming for help. Turning, Max took off at a quick jog towards the sound, and as he rounded his way into a nearby alleyway he almost ran smack dab into Aimi, drawing up just barely in time to not bowl her over. Immediately he pegged her for both the Evolved and the one that was shouting for help.<br><br>"Are you okay?" he asked, even as he peered past her and down the alley, his mental senses warning him again that there might be another Evolved somewhere, "What's wrong?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undine</strong> on <strong>04-07-2016, 08:11:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://slodive.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/dreadlock-hairstyles/red-dreads.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eva Bellamy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12432737#msg12432737)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Philadelphia, PA | August 23, 2015 | 1:00 pm<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Wyatt C. Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>A Tangle in Fate's Skein</em><br><hr><br>Eva's steps remained ghostly silent in her Converse sneakers, though the <em>tick-tick-tick</em> of her companion's nails against the old concrete and tile left an audible wake in their trail.&nbsp; There was no fear in her though, she might attract unwanted attention from anyone - not in this place at least.&nbsp; No matter the great long hallways, with its graffiti-marred subway tiles all the way to the vaulted ceilings; no matter the detritus of dust-filthied sheets and torn, rusted and wrecked chairs and bed frames, attesting to generations of the destitute come through these abandoned halls, Eva would know long before another human being was upon her.&nbsp; <br><br>Two months and a mere two hundred dollars had seen her to Philadelphia, trekking the breadth of the continent, from one coastline to the other.&nbsp; Only once did she travel by any mode but her own two feet, and that by Greyhound bus through the endless miles of desert of the American southwest.&nbsp; The experience had been... Painful, <em>agonizing</em>, just as she knew it would be - but even Eva knew she could not yet survive on her own in those unforgiving lands.&nbsp; The unbridled emotions of the other passengers, unknowingly unhindered by any sort of barrier Eva had yet to build, saw her crawling into the very backseat, weeping softly as she clutched her poor head mile after mile - but she had no choice.&nbsp; It had been such a blessed relief to disembark on the outskirts of Dallas, and disappear once more into the wilds that were become nigh second nature to her.<br><br>And places just like this (http://opacity.us/site10_philadelphia_state_hospital_byberry.htm), long abandoned but for the rats and the cockroaches and feral cats, the destitute and the gangbangers and the teenagers looking to party, were all the shelter she needed anymore.&nbsp; The mastiff-sized dog trotting at her side, feral and scarred, was all the good company she could wish. <br><br>Her long, fiery red dreadlocks swayed down her back as she trotted up the stairs, her fingertips lightly running along the grimy metal stair railing.&nbsp; The room she and her companion claimed for their own was, she believed, once a patient bay, great louvered window panes reaching from floor to ceiling, all facing to the north.&nbsp; Not a few of those panes had been broken, shards of glass littering the ancient linoleum floors and the dead brown grasses one floor below. <br><br>No matter though:&nbsp; with her sleeping bag, a few pieces of rope and some old sheets, Eva had made quite the comfortable shelter in one far corner.&nbsp; The north-facing windows provided plenty of light during the day, a spectacular moonlit starscape at night and, at this very moment?&nbsp; A breathtaking view of the thunderheads rolling in now, steely-blue-grey on the far horizon.&nbsp; The leaves were only just beginning to flip over, displaying that distinctive silver-green that promised the coming storm some hours from now.<br><br>Taking advantage of the temperate northeast Indian summer, she still wore a pair of cut-off jean shorts and an old Def Leppard concert t-shirt, both courtesy of the Salvation Army donation box.&nbsp; She settled cross-legged onto the sleeping bag, patting the spot beside her with an inviting smile.&nbsp; Eva reached into her bag as the enormous dog lay beside her, settling its great shaggy head on one of her folded legs.&nbsp; <em>"Beggar,"</em> she whispered, not truly bothered in the least by those large, wet brown eyes turned up to her pleadingly.&nbsp; She produced a single can of Vienna Sausages from her bag, pilfered... Er... <em>'Liberated'</em> from a local 7-Eleven.<br><br>The can's lid peeled back with a satisfying <em>pop</em> and a soft hiss of metal.&nbsp; Eva fished one sausage out, lifting it to her lips for just a moment - and then giving it over to her friend with a grin.&nbsp; "C'mon, don't look at me like that," she laughed beneath the baleful, wet-eyed stare of her friend.&nbsp; The dog whimpered, a low, puppyish whine deep in its chest as it gingerly plucked the Vienna sausage from her fingers.&nbsp; "Oh stop - it was just a <em>joke!</em>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>04-07-2016, 16:04:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 10:52 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Unexpected naked lady.<br><hr>There were a lot of words that Jason might have used to describe himself: tactful, patient, reliable, generous, caring. Elena might have used: sensual, endearing, dedicated, focused, giving. Others who knew him might have called him: sensible, creative, reserved, calm, and pacifistic. With all of those words and others having been used to describe him at one point or another, when she called him dangerous – a first – he couldn't help but chuckle very softly beneath his breath. In a very physical sense he could be, he knew that, but he was too cautious, too reserved for all of that. Of course she hadn't meant like that, he was certain of it. She had meant dangerous for her, because he could give her something she didn't have in anyone else – that feeling though was mutual. Elena was Evolved too, but she couldn't fly about the Nevada desert and let the night get away from her like that; they could, of course, share other things though. “I'll do my very best to keep my danger factor in check for you, miss Moretz.” He replied, teasingly.<br><br>Curiously he watched as she sauntered away from him – he'd let her go without much fuss, though there was no denying that tinge of not wanting her too. While she moved away he trailed his eyes over her body; somewhere in the back of his head he felt guilty for it, both for his wife and for Olivia – he was checking her out like she was some... He shook his head and followed up behind her, only then able to draw his brown eyed gaze away from the sway of her hips. When she took out pad and pencil, he watched quietly as she did her work – albeit that quiet was in battle with a sense of eagerness. An eagerness that boiled higher when she began to explain her powers again, and started hinting at what she might want. Her arrangement with this Alex character became more clear, and he could appreciate the need, the want, to have someone who knew. How would he have even lived without Elena, who shared in what he was? His was in a lot of ways worse. Without her he'd be isolated entirely. Even without the physical mutation of his powers, the knowledge of what Liv could do, trapped away as a secret? It made sense to him that she'd find someone she could trust and bring into her fold.<br><br>“Hm.” Jason said when finally she gave the big reveal of what she wanted. His eyes traced over the design as her fingers had and he contemplated what she was suggesting. Could she really become... that? By cat and hawk, and revelation of other critters he had assumed she could become any manner of animal but a dragon was hardly an animal. That was a beast from another time, a mythological monster. If she could really take that shape, embrace it and make it her own... It was really a rather fascinating idea. And she wanted to do it right now, right here, with him. She was asking a lot of him though; of course he'd like to watch, but the idea of wrestling with a creature from fantasy had him a tad concerned.<br><br>Jason swung his gaze out into the desert and then up into the night sky, all the way back to her. It was unlikely someone would see them out here, but what if? If someone got a picture of that, or if she were large enough she appeared on flight radars? The question of what he could do was there, if all he could do was take to the sky. He knew it wasn't, but he was loathe to bring that part of himself out – not for a lack of control, but because he knew the damage he was capable of inflicting like that. What if he accidentally went too far? It wasn't like there was a users guide on how much strength was needed to contain a dragon if it got out of hand. It was the other part of her statement that was the most convincing though. If there was a risk to her when she took on this form, what if she did it alone out here and there was nothing to stop her? What if he was sitting at home and saw news about a dragon rampaging through the Luxor – would that not then be his fault for not helping her when he could have? He wondered what aspects of the dragon she might take on in that form, what she could truly be capable of and how much of himself he'd need to use if any. Swallowing hard he nodded his head, with narrowed eyes at the drawing.<br><br>“Alright Olivia.” He agreed, turning his attention from paper to her eyes and catching them for a long minute. “I'll help you.” He assured her. He gestured towards the car with a small bob of his head. “Try not to break that though, huh?”<br><br>He reached out his hand and wrapped it around hers. It really didn't have anything to do with the car, but he did want to be away from it to give her space that she might need whilst taking this shape. Jason lead her away back into the desert a little ways – they could still see their ride easily, but it wouldn't be instant collateral damage as soon as she turned into a giant flying lizard. “Let's see what you can do,” He said, squeezing her hand tightly before releasing and back peddling away from her. He had as much interest in seeing this as she did in doing it. A new transformation was one thing, but if her other shapes were indications of the truth to the form she had, then he was going to be the first person in history to see a real dragon up close and personal. That no doubt held a great deal of appeal to the artist. Once a dozen feet or so away he nodded towards her. “Don't worry,” He called to her, offering her that assuring smile of his, “I won't let you hurt anyone.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>04-07-2016, 23:28:38</strong>
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				&nbsp; <div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/sd_zpsvc3491zu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 11:12 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg 12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong>&nbsp; Descent into Darkness<br>&nbsp;<br>"Should I measure the confidence you have in me by the amount of steps you distanced yourself from me just now?"&nbsp; A playful tilt of the head betrayed how insincere the insult she feigned was, and Olivia was literally bouncing on the spot, looking for all intents and purposes as if she was waiting for Jason to give her the go ahead. There was no true starting signal though, no one but herself keeping her from performing the most anticipated transformation of her Evolved life. She was excited, nervous and a little bit frightened, although she would never admit the latter lest Jason would get second thoughts about agreeing to this perilous endeavour. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;"I've been wanting to do this for so long..." she whispered, and Liv found herself looking down at her own body for a moment, seeing not the warm complexion, the gentle curves or the smooth skin that complimented her appearance, but only the ways in which it differred from what she wanted to become; the vulnerability of such soft flesh, its inability to take flight and its overall lack of strength that she would attain once taking the form of the mythical creature she had drawn. Once more did she glance at her own creation, the drawing so real that it could very well jump off the paper at any given moment and disappear into the night. But it complacently remained in place, and Olivia took it in a two-handed grip, then allowed one of her hands to slide across the drawing, perusing every line with her fingertips. Her eyes fluttered to a close, the sight engraved in her mind instead, and beneath her palm the paper began to grow warmer, heating up until the edges began to curl and blacken, then singe altogether. Flames ate away at the drawing from the outside, working their way hungrily towards the centre as the artwork was consumed, the ashes carried away by the night's breeze. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;A tremor went through the girl as the essence of the image was transferred to her very core, her appearance distorting in a way far more gradual and slow than she had done when shifting in and out of her bird's form. In truth, it was as if she was darkening altogether, her figure swallowed by the night's blackness made deeper by the shy moon, who had chosen to retreat behind a lazy cloud. She became like a shadow that grew and grew, steadily coming to tower over Jason. Eyes that opened no longer held that gentle chestnut shade but were a fierce malachite hue glowing in dark crescents, peering down at the sight of the now insignificant human being below. Had Olivia found herself capable of such thoughts then she would have surely worried now, as there was no way that one man would be capable of opposing the sheer force that coursed through her as she grew, altered and became so much more than she had ever been before. But rather than concerned she felt <em>vibrant</em>, her heart pulsing with this radical energy that made her want to push off from the ground and leave this world behind altogether. An overwhelming need to showcase who she was, what she could do became nigh on irresistible and only a shred of rational thought had her concentrate on the way her body had been shaped instead. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;To the eyes of her winged companion she had grown at least four times in height, although it would be difficult to fully discern the appearance of the dragon that manifested before Jason's very eyes. But even without the moon, which had taken this inopportune moment to hide behind the scattered clouds and enviously hid this fantastical secret, there were telltale signs that this was nothing like the hawk or the dainty little cat he had seen her become earlier that day. A deep, rumbling breath emanated from within a powerful chest, each inhale filled with an innate power designed to intimidate. Sand shifted as the dragon before him began to explore the ways of its limbs, from the strong hind legs to the long, curving tail that swept into the dirt, but far more even to the wings that currently stood at sharp angles, their pointed ends serving to keep the creature that was Olivia - but in so many ways really <em>wasn't</em> - upright. It was then that lazy moonlight began to find its way into the Nevada desert once more, and dark scales shimmered with an indigo radiance where they caught the pale rays and reflected them in scattered directions all about the plains. A graceful and long neck arched downward, a proud, slender head curiously inspected wings that stood as of yet unfolded. It seemed that only then the dragon took proper notice of Jason's presence, and whilst its nozzle had been perusing the sinewy appendages, she now turned to peer down at the male human, dipping her head even further to level with him completely. <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;It looked so inquisitive, so innocent, and it probably was. Even the dragon's noble head was covered in the luminous scales, betraying its resilience. Olivia, in her magnificent form, edged forward a little until the distance that separated the two was reduced to mere inches. The breath that left through trembling nostrils was audible and seemed much like the dragon was using all its senses to investigate the stranger ahead. Which should have been a warning in its own, but could still be mistaken for a playful inability to communicate in any other way. And surely when she pushed her nose against his chest altogether it was affectionate, if not anything else, even if the strength behind it was enough to send the man staggering backwards. An inability to keep her newfound strength in check, perhaps, and only Olivia felt the panic that accompanied the sentiment, felt the losing battle she was fighting against instincts not her own, not the way she was used to them, anyway. The form she had taken was rapidly taking control; a primal drive not of this world had begun to invade the woman's mind, her very soul from the moment she had abandoned her mere human shape and became something else entirely, and with every step that the dragon took towards Jason, she could feel an instinct far more brutal take over. She wanted to warn him as much as she felt an innate desire to open her maw, reveal rows of razorsharp teeth and tear his body to bloody shreds. <br><br>The dragon stretched its neck forward, its every muscle tensed in preparation of something both magnificent and terrible. Green eyes so suddenly narrowed as the predator gave its true intent away, then jaws parted and from deep within its throat a guttural sound welled up, a warning that lasted not a single second. Then every pretense of friendliness was abruptly drowned out as the mythical beast unleashed an immense torrent of scorching fire upon the place where Jason was standing, blackening the earth and disintegrating anything that had the audacity to grow in its vicinity. A roar, so otherworldly and so devastatingly loud that it would be heard for miles around erupted from the mighty creature as it unleashed hellfire upon the human who had promised to keep her from losing control. But Liv had never been in control to begin with, and as she allowed the onslaught of flames to dissipate, the draconian raised itself onto its hind legs and unfurled wings that put the Evolved human's to shame. It didn't linger, the vast skies far too tempting for the creature to remain grounded, and gusts of powerful wind battered the desert and anyone in it as it pushed off and set off into the night, eager to explore what the world had to offer. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>05-07-2016, 00:27:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 10:52 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Metal Angel. <br><hr>With wondrous fascination Jason's brown eyes shifted rapidly around Liv's expanding form. He watched with an eagerness that he didn't expect as the mythical transformation took hold of the woman he'd been spending his night with; smooth skin that minutes ago had been pressed to his acquired indigo armor, eyes brown to match his own transformed into glistening rubies fitting a dragon's hoard, and wings so powerful that the hawk within her no doubt would have shrieked in terror at the fierce predator born on this night. By burnt paper and the will of her evolution she had become a thing of legends, a creature with magnificence unparalleled, of beauty and power conveyable only in the most well crafted fantasy epics. Epic. That was the word that danced in his head as she took time to discover herself, and he could only imagine what it was to feel such size and strength in herself. To discover the form, the senses, the nature of the most terrifying predator to ever be dreamed by man. As the moon shared its light with them once more he was able to take in those details about her that had been shrouded by darkness.<br><br>“Woah,” He murmured, truly speechless. To a man of artistic mind he could appreciate what she must be going through in there, to experience embodying her passion must have been the most euphoric experience – one that he did envy her for.<br><br>He waited, patiently, as she took grasp of herself and came to terms with what she must have been feeling; when she approached he did not shy away, but instead stood firm until she nuzzled him. It was lucky for her, and him, that he was no ordinary man. Even still he could tell right away that no amount of strength he could muster like this would be able to deal with this creature if things got out of hand – but they did not appear to be going that way. “Olivia?” He questioned, searching those jeweled eyes for some hint of recognition; as the bird he had encountered communication may have been difficult, but there was no doubt she was cognizant of him and her surroundings – it was important to make sure that was true here as well.<br><br>When her head rose up and the creature before him parted its large lips to reveal the deadly weapons within, Jason knew something was not right. Was she to roar at him as she had squawked? Not at that distance, he doubted. Not like that. What came next was something that he had not wanted to confront, but his assumption about her had been wrong. He didn't need to understand her ability fully to know that it came with risks – it was not just physical aspects of those creatures she took on, but by this experience, likely their mental ones. There was no time to flee what was coming, hardly enough to react to it. The ripples of heat that distorted her form as the flames gathered in her core were all the signal he needed. Jason threw his arms in front of himself as to shield his face from what was to come. Like those his wings curled around himself, wrapping himself in a feathered cocoon that would prove to be ineffective against a torrent of searing flames.<br><br>The blast hit and scorched the earth around him; plant life, if there had been any, was eradicated and the sand itself burned. If this had been her friend, Alex, he would have felt in an instant the flesh melt from his bones and his nerves seared until he was little more then a cooked snack for the beast she had become. If Jason had been any other man, he figured, this would have been his last night on earth. His last feeling would have been that of flames licking at his flesh, his last smell would be of cinder and burnt air, his last sight would have been the the orange miasma of her inferno coming to claim him.<br><br>Terrible smoke, as thick as it was charcoal black, rose from the path the flames had followed; it created a narrow wall of itself, rising in a heavy plume that obscured what should have been his twice-extra crispy body. The sound of her roar rolled through the still night, washing over the desert – an unnatural warning to all creatures to beware what was coming. She rolled onto her back legs and looked to take flight; they pushed the smoke back effortless and whipped up dust to go along with it, and with terrible power her mighty form began to rise into the night; a creature ready to stalk its new world.<br><br>It was fortunate for both of them that he was not somebody else. Jason's body had shifted as well.<br><br>From the cloud of smoke and dust created by her attempt at escape, one of his arms shot forward and wrapped around her rising tail. His tanned flesh replaced by cool platinum; once covered in hair they were now sleek and uniform. His second arm thrust forward to join the first and snatched her tail right near the end. “OLIVIA.” He roared.<br><br>Dust and smoke cleared by the persistent gale created by the flapping of her large wings left his transformation exposed to her. The flames had seared away the pants he had left, his belt ash along with them, blown effortlessly away like the other aerosolized debris. What was left was his body exposed, but covered by that platinum sheen that made him look like he was right out of some Hollywood movie. His musculature was far more defined like this; arms, chest, abs, shoulders, legs, all packed on and defined to be the very definition of physical perfection shaped from the finest of metals. It wasn't just his body tone that had changed, but his stature as well – height added, more then half a foot easily. Most impressive of all though was not the change in his body, but the change of his wings – like him they had been dipped in whatever steel coating he had summoned up. Like the muscles of his body the feathers of his wings took on their most ideal shape; each of them as a wicked blade tucked neatly into a full array of other blades ready to be used to skewer those who would oppose him.<br><br>He could not be sure how fast a creature like this could fly, and he wasn't willing to gamble that he couldn't keep up. If something was going to happen it was going to happen right here; he would not allow her to fly off where he could not control the situation – he had, after all, made her a promise. The heat rose off his metallic body, ripples of super hot air making him look like he were shimmering. This was what he had feared to begin with, how much could a dragon take? It wasn't that he doubted his ability to deal with her – for he'd never encountered anything he could not handle like this – but rather that he feared going to far. His arms tightened on her tail, and as she rose she would feel that resistance – he was holding her to the ground. “Enough of this!” He ordered of her, shifting his foot forward so that he could gain leverage to yank with his might and ground her – using her tail as a rope to tug her onto her back and force her back to the earth where she could not so easily escape him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dominique</strong> on <strong>06-07-2016, 08:27:25</strong>
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				&nbsp; <div class="floatleft">(http://i1105.photobucket.com/albums/h357/daniellex28/432e71ed91c234c7785dbfcae078ac59_zpstqfakaqu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Olivia Moretz (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12404589#msg12404589)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas | October 28, 2014 | 11:17 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg 12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>Content:</strong> Unleashing the Beast<br><hr><br>Somewhere deep within she was still Olivia, and despite the vast transformation she had undergone her true essence had never really changed. Though her mind was addled by her own perception of what a dragon thought like, felt like, acted like, she still had an understanding of the world around her in the way she had done as a human. The only difference was that now the world was a much smaller place, and every single living creature on it in a subservient position to the most powerful of beings to ever dwell upon its surface. This included Jason, and that he would defy her very dominance by keeping her grounded caused the woman turned dragon to roar in frustration. Her wings, like vast sails billowed furiously in a fruitless attempt to bring herself to her advantageous position in the vast sky, the only place that suited her immense form. But there was a distinct difference between expectation and reality, and this tiny human who had denied Death's call was an anchor that would not allow her to leave. <br><br>Thrashing agitatedly did little good, and the aggravated dragon turned its long, slender neck towards the man who had attained a metallic sheen, his beautiful wings now perilous weapons that Olivia refused to acknowledge as real danger. Unbridled fury unleashed itself as she screeched in anger, then spewed a short breath of fire into the man's general&nbsp; direction. But when he stood so directly behind - and beneath - her, aiming was a challenge and it incinerated the ground far behind him, leaving only trickles of fire where it had caught some innocent shrubs. Her powerful tail whipped angrily, its end caught in Jason's firm grasp. She was still so very unfamiliar with her newfound strength and yet, he would feel the tremor that assaulted his unyielding body as she tried to yank free once, twice, three times over before realizing how futile it was. It was all she could do to twist her whole body around, using not only the strength of her tail but her powerful legs as well, and the sudden arching of her spine allowed her to accomplish what she had started to wonder if she could; the man was lifted from the earth as she finally managed to wedge him from his grounded position. The dragon didn't need more than a moment; the second he no longer weighed her down she launched herself up. A feeling of bliss, of unhindered freedom assaulted her senses and an intense exhilaration filled her as she allowed her majestic shape to fully expose itself to the night in all its vast emptiness. For a few, precious moments the draconian shapeshifter thought herself queen of the world...<br><br>...And then she realized she was not alone. <br><br>He was a nuisance, a hindrance that would not leave her to impose her superiority upon the world. The dragon took notice of the shape that kept up with her in a way that no one should be allowed to. It was beneath her to fly away and when her iridescent green eyes caught sight of the titanium angel she angled her right wing, her imposing physique arching with surprising agility into a sharp right turn. Though it could be mistaken for&nbsp; flight, Jason would likely know better than to think her cowardly. Human and dragon alike carried an audacity that had them face the world head-on no matter what adversity it would throw in their path and it was with this stubbornness that she went for the flying human, her mind less and less divided the more Jason lived up to the challenge she had posed, the challenge he was living up to so deliciously. Desires to explore the world in her new magnificence took a backseat to a desire to test this lesser being and she launched herself directly at him, her roar lighter now, like a taunt more than an outcry of fury. Her fangs were sharp but not what would give her an edge now that she'd taken the fight to the skies. Her wings were strong and massive, with claws at the very end that could gut you navel to throat in an instant - unless you were built of something more resilient, of course, and she angled her body into a sharp diagonal, her right wing taking a sudden swing at him, attempting to send him spiralling right back to the ground. And she didn't let up after that, the dragon in instant pursuit until this defiant human would admit defeat and acknowledge her as the dominant species. <br><br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>07-07-2016, 03:18:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news.tops/NE5tRQFh6yhv8c_4_b.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Adektokunbo Ojore Zavimbi | Atlas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12388244#msg12388244)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> EPRF's Mt. Fuji HQ | 08/2016 | 11:17pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> HackerMan (http://media.giphy.com/media/l41m3H0Jr8ZWmVdlu/giphy.gif), James<br><strong>Content:</strong> Making a deal<br><hr><br><tt class="bbc_tt">It was carefully chosen, just as yours was.</tt><br><br>Unlike Tac 6, Zavimbi's interest in the Herald was not his identity. It was his potential, and what all he could do for any cause he put his "pen" behind. Words were indeed incredibly powerful tools if used correctly, and this man definitely knew how to use them. And that could cause havoc for Tac 6 on a scale the warlord didn't typically think about. He was much more comfortable with tangible pursuits, like massive destruction, espionage, etc... <br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">Trust me when I say Tac 6 would do more than shut you down. Given the chance, they <strong>would</strong> murder you in cold blood without a moments hesitation. While not a physical threat, you can do immense damage to their image and reputation. In some ways you are just as dangerous as me and my soldiers; maybe more.</tt><br><br>He couldn't help smile and laugh at the sheer audacity of this man. He knew his worth, what his message caused and brought. He was somebody Zavimbi would grow to like as they worked together; that he was pretty sure of. He continued to read his words and found himself nodding along. Again, this man was showing himself to be impressive and have a good head on his shoulders.<br><br><tt class="bbc_tt">I understand completely. I have done business with and for regimes, mercenaries, wealthy private citizens, countries and more. Everyone has their reasons for doing what they do. If wealth isn't what you desire, it only makes it easier to work with you. So consider our deal struck. You have made yourself a very powerful friend indeed, Herald. And all of my friends, are now your friends as well.</tt>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>08-07-2016, 18:08:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 11:22 PM<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Closed, Olivia<br><strong>Content:</strong> Metal Angel. <br><hr>The sound was what you might describe as nails on a chalkboard, only significantly worse, when Olivia's claws raked across the metal of Jason's body and sent him spiraling from the air like some sort of man-comet; he certainly slammed into the ground with the force of one. Somewhere in the back of his head he had to appreciate that he'd just taken a swipe from a <em>mythological creature</em> and not died. It was pretty far in the back of his head though as she followed up her attack with a dive. The ground shook when she plowed into it; her massive... paw? Crushed down on his chest and pinned him to the ground – spreading his wings wide against the dirt. She'd left his head exposed which seemed to be because she wanted to eat him. Another one of those bellowing roars and she was lunging down at him with that army of swords that she called teeth. Jason found himself snatched into her maw as she tried to chew through him, gnawing relentlessly against his armored body – which was the most awkward feeling he'd ever experienced.<br><br>She lifted him from beneath her claws and shook him around like a damn dog toy, ferociously chomping at him until finally she swung wildly and sent him flying. He hit the ground and skidded against it for more then a dozen yards before coming to a stop. He had rolled over himself so many times that for a moment he wasn't even entirely sure what direction he was facing. This was, quite admittedly, not how he had really envisioned this night going. They were going to talk art at dinner and have a good evening. Go for a drive and fly in the night, and then go home. This was... So much more then that. Groaning he pushing himself back to his feet and turned to face the dragon, “Olivia,” He muttered, shaking his head. A quick glance revealed that he was – as suspected – largely uninjured. Had she scratched him? Was this what cars felt like when they got keyed? He had to wonder how he was going to heal from that, would his metal always be scratched? Nothing had ever done it before.<br><br>He had raw power on his side, but she had size – and it was clear she wasn't afraid to use it. If he was going to keep her in check he needed to fight where he had the leverage; getting that leverage was going to be a bigger problem though, because he didn't want to hurt her. He cast a side glance to the blades of his wings, but worried they would slice right through her scaled hide and while that might slow her down, it might also kill her when she unshifted. It wasn't like he had many options, so he went with what seemed to make the most sense. “Alright, come on...” He growled at her and then turned around and launched himself into the air again, darting forward as fast as his wings could carry him.<br><br>With eyes open he took note of the body of water not to far and turned to head for that. If she was busy chasing him, he could find an opening to ground her again; this time though he'd cast her into the Colorado, where he size would work against her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Orange Marmalade</strong> on <strong>09-07-2016, 02:09:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img3.telestar.fr/var/telestar/storage/images/media/images/2014/photos/2014-07-11-teen-wolf-5-choses-que-vous-ne-savez-pas-sur-tyler-hoechlin/tyler-hoechlin/258599-3-fre-FR/Tyler-Hoechlin_max1024x768.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Max (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12379614#msg12379614)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Kumiho<br><strong>Content:</strong> First meetings<br><hr><br>"Freelance journalist?" Max asked, eyebrows raising, "Politics? Travel? Or just whatever gets you published? That's pretty cool." Max always thought a job like that would be interesting if he ever had to work. After all, who wouldn't like to get paid for publishing their opinions to the world? But really it was about being able to share your thoughts and experiences, something that Max generally shied away from for privacy concerns when it came to things like social media, not only because of his family's money but because if his identity ever got out as being Evolved he wouldn't want a massive trail that people could follow.<br><br>Kumiho then pointing a finger, sounding alarmed, and Max immediately falling for it, always a bit on edge and worried about Tac-6. He glanced over his shoulder, trying to figure out what it was that Kumi had been pointing at and failing. Turning back to look at the man he started to say as much but then realized that Kumiho was no longer there. Like he'd just disappeared but... the man was still there, he knew it. But where?<br><br>The waitress seemed to show up right at that moment, however, and Max stared at her curiously for several long moments before it clicked in his brain that as she got farther away so did his sense of Kumiho. Several seconds later it clicked - that's what the scent was, a hint of a shifter, but very different from the wolf shifter he'd taken some of the powers of. That was... amazing!<br><br>"Wait!" he called out to the waitress/Kumiho, standing up at the table, "I'm not..." Not what? Can't exactly yell out that you aren't Tac-6 or some sort of Evolved hunter. Rather than give chase Max just sighed and shook his head, sitting back down. He'd track the guy down later most likely... maybe.<br><br>Instead he took a big sip of his beer, and ordered dinner anyways, enjoying it before heading back to his hotel where he slipped into the bar to relax and have another drink or three.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>09-07-2016, 02:18:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/de/46/00/de460000d103b2a84c5891d8aeb1819e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wyatt Colton Faulkner (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12370769#msg12370769)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> St. Cloud, Minnesota | His Apartment | January 2014 | 11:30 p.m.<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Silky Levres (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12373275#msg12373275)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>What am I doing?</em><br><hr><br>Someone else might have been unnerved by the fact that a stranger had free reign of their home, fully capable of rummaging through their belongings when eyes were not trained upon them. Home was a place where an individual could let down their guard; be themselves without fear of persecution. To permit someone in their intimate oasis, for an extended period of time, implied a certain trust between those individuals. Part of the reason for Wyatt’s seemingly indifference was due to the burdensome weight was due to the burdensome weight of his exhaustion. He had worked over twelve hours, without much time to rest or even sit until the latter hours of his late night shift. <br><br>Then, there was the fact that he did not own any possessions of significant value, at least not to anyone else. Everything, from the towels folded in the closet to his lumpy mattress, showed its age in some; edges were often tattered and wooden surfaces scrapped. Wyatt often frequented certain alleyways, usually in good neighborhoods or nearby college dorms, to search through garbage bins for reusable items. If he could not find what he wanted there, he usually straggled up a few dollars to spend at the local secondhand shop. There were more than a few treasures to be unearthed from another man’s junk. <br><br>His snoring did not alter or abate when Silky emerged from his bedroom. Every now and then, he shifted upon the flat cushion in attempt to find a more comfortable position. He remained still, unmoving like a corpse in a coffin. A little bit of drool seeped out of the corner of his mouth when she adjusted his head. Wyatt grunted softly and pulled the warm blanket more securely around himself; sluggishly, he tucked the blanket around himself in attempt to fend off the cold. An inaudible word of gratitude fell from his lips. <br><br>Nighttime passed quickly without any event of consequence occurring, unless you counted the fact that the heat mysteriously turned up a few notches sometime in the night. Somewhere, in his bedroom, the alarm clock blared into existence, capable of being heard through the paper-thin walls. It was then he wearily opened his eyes, searching blindly for his glasses which had fallen off his face. Finally, after a few minutes, Wyatt’s hand made contact with the thick frames before he situated them atop his nose. <br><br>Funnily enough, even after after getting some rest and a fresh mind, he still had no idea what he was doing with Silky. He was not bothered by his persisting lack of clarity. Noise from the bedroom let him know she too had risen from slumber. It was then he decided to leave the fate of their “acquaintance” in her hands. <br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font">--- [ <strong>Scene Completed</strong> ] ---</span></span></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aeons</strong> on <strong>15-07-2016, 21:53:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://images.en.yibada.com/data/images/full/44527/jesse-williams.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Kumiho (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12368433#msg12368433)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Prague | December 20th, 2016 | 7pm<br><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong> Max<br><strong>Content:</strong> First Meetings<br><br>Kumiho stepped behind someone in the crowd, blocking the view between Max and he, and shifted form.&nbsp; A dozen feet further on and the same, rinse and repeat.&nbsp; By the time he was half a block away he was several forms from that of the waitress and none the wiser.&nbsp; The blood was pumping in his head, or hers rather, as Kumi now looked like an older Czech woman, dressed in drab work clothes.&nbsp; Stopping to lean against a bus stop shelter, Kumi glanced back the way she had come.&nbsp; She had been moving with too much purpose and panic to hear Max's call, but after a moment of observation realized that the man was still sitting at the table, eating and drinking, seeming none the worse for wear.<br><br>It wasn't what Kumi had expected.&nbsp; She eyed the crowd in every direction, wondering if he had compatriots who were hunting her as he sat and relaxed.&nbsp; But nothing seemed out of sort.&nbsp; It just didn't seem likely.<br><br>So what was the case?&nbsp; Kumiho was now more curious than worried, and made her way a bit closer to the eatery to have a good view of Max.&nbsp; Sitting on a bench and stretching her pudgy legs out, Kumi watched Max eat.&nbsp; If he was in fact not Tac 6 or something of the sort, how had he known who Kumi was?&nbsp; Why would he know, yet not care if Kumiho slipped away.&nbsp; Kumi resolved to follow the fellow at a safe distance, and see what exactly it was the man was up to in Prague.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Evolved] Origin Stories</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Undine</strong> on <strong>21-07-2016, 22:18:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://slodive.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/dreadlock-hairstyles/red-dreads.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Eva Bellamy (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12432737#msg12432737)<br><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong> Land's End (https://www.nps.gov/goga/planyourvisit/landsend.htm), San Francisco, CA | July 6, 2017 | 8:00 am<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Markus Löfgren (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12387011#msg12387011)<br><strong>Content:</strong> <em>Is it worth the pain to stay?</em><br><hr><br>The cedars were not even a century old, but the man-made resemblance to old, windswept forest was enough shelter for Eva. She'd lain her head to rest at night beneath far less than the deep green canopy overhead - though not these past two months.&nbsp; <br><br>No... Only days ago, there had been a real roof over her head.&nbsp; She missed the stars, invisible even through the windows because of the ambient city light, but Eva had learned to live with this, a small price to pay for the bright soul who had invited her to her home for only a short time.&nbsp; She slept with pillows and blankets on a mattress - and stranger still for this feral wanderer?&nbsp; The space she once shared had been occupied with another human being - someone whose kindness and compassion had once convinced her the company of other people did not have to be hurtful or terrifying.&nbsp; That it did not have to cause her pain to be among men and women again... <br><br>Until she woke to discover she'd been abandoned here, left behind and all alone in this great city full of strangers.&nbsp; A soft, quiet sob shook her slender shoulders, curled up as she was beneath the shade of the cedars.&nbsp; Eva missed the roof overhead, just a little bit.&nbsp; Still, she couldn't stay in that now-empty apartment, all alone in a place that really wasn't even hers, and never had been.&nbsp; Memories lurked in every corner, beautiful memories suddenly turned so painful.&nbsp; Conversation, laughter - even comfortable silences while reading a book or sketching - small pleasures, true, but all new to Eva, all over again.<br><br>But now?&nbsp; Now everything Eva had to her name was packed once more in her old, sturdy backpack, Army-Navy store issued.&nbsp; She had no real reason<em> not</em> to have gotten rid of it after she moved into the apartment.&nbsp; Was it instinct then, that had her shove it in the back of a closet?&nbsp; A premonition of how this all-too-short attempt to return to something like normal would end?<br><br>Eva lifted her head from the cradle of her knees, her eyes red-rimmed and half-lidded with exhaustion and hurt.&nbsp; Land's End, San Francisco.&nbsp; The incessant city hum of cars and people in perpetual motion was too far from this place to intrude on the roar of crashing surf.&nbsp; And yet she had only to walk a few hundred yards, to the trails or to the old landmark buildings, to know she'd not abandoned humanity all over again - not yet at least.&nbsp; Land's End was unique in all this mammoth city jungle, the one place that stood between the wilds her aching heart yearned to retreat to once more, and the humanity she had only just begun to know all over again.&nbsp; <br><br><em>'What did I do?'</em> <br><br>For the first time in over a year, Eva dared lay her heart bare, to place her trust in another human being.&nbsp; And with that trust, perhaps there was even a measure of growing love as well - not that it mattered anymore.&nbsp; She was gone.&nbsp; Not dead, no - Eva knew that somehow, some way, she would know if she was dead, or even hurt and in need of rescuing, just as she'd done for Eva once upon a time.&nbsp; She was simply... <em>Gone.</em>&nbsp; Eva had been left behind, abandoned like an unwanted cat or a pit bull in a derelict house.&nbsp; No rhyme.&nbsp; No reason.&nbsp; No point at all to be made, but for the fact she'd been utterly forgettable, with no more value than an empty food wrapper or a broken toy...<br><br>Eva sighed softly, wiping at her red, tear-wet cheeks with the palm of her hand.&nbsp; The small animals of Land's End had warned her of the approaching humans, birds and otters and rodents alike scattering before them as they moved down the trails.&nbsp; They had gathered in the distance and were approaching even now, a group of people come to descend on Land's End en masse for she knew not what.&nbsp; She remained where she was, fairly confident none would notice her here if she were very still and silent.&nbsp; Grimacing, Eva lay her hands about her aching head, as if that could somehow contain the pain, the sorrow and yes, the anger too, all locked up tight in her skull.
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