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Post by Diedrich Hagan on Jun 27, 2012 12:51:31 GMT -5
Most people, when the exited the opera, for in their cars or hailed a taxi if they lived further than a few blocks away. They rushed home, got into their pajamas, and climbed into their beds if they knew they had work the next day. Diedrich lived more than a few blocks away, and he indeed had work the next day, but he was walking, walking on the shiny sidewalk that showed it had been raining during the opera. It wasn't the full moon, so he had nothing to worry about. It had been a few days ago and he was still recovering and looking a bit hairier than usual.
He hated the usual modes of transportation, they were boring. Perhaps he should invest or a unicycle or something like that, then maybe he would consider doing something other than walking, but he did like walking. It was calming to hear his footsteps on the ground, and at this time of night, there weren't as many people around. But it was New York so there still were some. But when he looked up to observe the night's glory, he cursed at his inability to see the stars, this damn light pollution. Maybe one day he'd have enough money to move out to the country where he could work on his projects in peace...but he was a teacher, so saving up money wasn't really a thing.
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Post by Derica Guzman-Brashares on Jun 27, 2012 20:34:31 GMT -5
It was something of a guilty pleasure of hers ever since she first saw Peter Pan. She remembered when she was about six, how she had nearly scared her fathers half to death...the truth was, when she was little, she scared her daddies a lot. It wasn't like she meant to. She was just an adventurous and talented little child. She had to see if she could fly around like Tinkerbell and Peter and when she hopped out of her bedroom window (thinking lovely thoughts to boot, even though she later found out it wasn't necessary), it turned out she was right.
And it. Was. Amazing. I mean, it was her first time and she nearly crashed into a few things, but otherwise, the cool air in her face and flying among the stars...that was living.
So every once in a while, she would hum "You Can Fly" and just jump up and take to the sky in the middle of the night. By now she could control her movements enough that she even wound up doing some tricks, all while able to dodge anything she could crash into, and while Dee was a happy person in general, this was one of the activities that made her unspeakably so.
Sadly, happiness could only block hunger for so long. So she was hovering by the opera glance, timing herself just right so she wouldn't get caught. Unfortunately there was at least one person standing there...wait...there was something familiar about him. Maybe he was from the school...
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Post by Diedrich Hagan on Jun 27, 2012 21:43:59 GMT -5
Perhaps it was strange to people that becoming a werewolf hadn't really affected Diedrich. He was a strange person and his ideas of reality had been vague to begin with, so it hadn't really been a surprise for him, and as long as he secured himself at the full moon, there was really nothing to worry about. His general hairiness wasn't something that made him stand out, everyone was used to it by now. The only people it had been a hard time for were the people who were closest to him who weren't a part of his life anymore. He'd moved across the whole country after he'd realized they couldn't deal with it.
But as he was thinking these things and looking up at the stars that he couldn't see, he thought was saw something in the sky. Of course, he wasn't like most people. He didn't freak out and start questioning himself. He simply admitted to himself that perhaps there was something in the sky. Maybe it didn't want to be noticed, maybe it was trying to be stealthy, he wouldn't be the one to pull it down. He simply started whistling to himself as he walked, gazing quietly out of the corner of his eye to see if he would see it again.
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Post by Derica Guzman-Brashares on Jul 15, 2012 19:32:46 GMT -5
After a moment of observation, Derica realized that he had been glancing up at the sky, pausing in the way people would if they saw something unexpected. Except unlike most people, he didn't seem particularly bothered, merely curious. That relaxed her a little bit more, and she figured it was safe to make a landing, and she found that she was a little curious about the man as well. Most girls had to worry about every man that passed them by on the streets at night, and Derica's heart bled for them. It was one of those things that made her angry, the idea that they couldn't feel safe...but she could, because she was blessed with this ability to practically sense a person's very heart and soul.
Survey said? A little eccentric, but today, at the very least, he wouldn't do her any harm. Why that specifically was a little fuzzy right now. She had to get to know a person to really get a good feel of their inner being, otherwise she would probably be flooded with the emotions of every stranger out there, and even she would burst.
For the time being, she settled for stuffing her hands in her pockets and walking near enough that she could think of a greeting if she wanted, but not so close that he'd think she was following him. Perhaps even with empathy it was strange that she would do this, but Derica was a sociable little creature and always liked to leave the door open for meeting new people.
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Post by Diedrich Hagan on Jul 17, 2012 12:29:04 GMT -5
“You know, it's not a wise idea to let the world know you're different,” Diedrich said as he was still facing away, though he stopped his footsteps and turned to face her. She was young, obviously a faery...did she go to the school? They must have sent her an invitation, but he didn't know. He didn't find it necessary to memorize every student to went to the school, that wasn't his job. His job was to teach, whether or not it was all in vain, whether or not he was paid enough to be comfortable enough to teach. People who made schools were rarely smart, but Diedrich put up with it.
“You may think we're alone but anyone could be looking out a window. Maybe you'd get away with flying in the country but in the city they like everyone keeping to themselves.” He looked up at the sky and around them, as if trying to piece together a storyboard. What would she be doing out here at night? And why would she think it was a good idea to display her powers in the city that never slept? Secrecy was the key to their existence and he'd have to pound that into her. He'd seen what could happen if you didn't keep it to yourself, it ended in his own divorce.
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