Anita
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Cookin'
Jul 18, 2005 19:00:37 GMT -5
Post by Anita on Jul 18, 2005 19:00:37 GMT -5
(6PM)
Fixing dinner for herself, and whoever would eat it, Anita had a small boom-box sitting on the table, blaring rock music quite loudly. No one else seemed to be around now - or if they were, they weren't in the imediate area.
She threw some spices into the pot on the stove, smiling slightly to herself, singing quietly, just under the music, her faint accent adding a softness to the lyrics.
"...I know the truth now, I know who you are, and I don't love you anymore..."*
Stirring the homemade spagetti sauce, so it wouldn't stick, she was totally oblivous to the person entering the room from behind her, unaware of their presesnce entirely.
(Tag: Any Acolytes.)
(Lyrics - Everybody's fool - Evanescence)
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Aug 15, 2005 14:42:01 GMT -5
Post by Plasma on Aug 15, 2005 14:42:01 GMT -5
Plasma slowly walked into a room. He sensed someone was by the stove cooking away. He felt that she had not noticed him and was quite surprised by this. Plasma being 8 feet tall, glowing bright orange/yellow in a transparent suit and weighting at a mere 700 lbs give or take a couple. Was never able to hide or sneak up on anyone before.
Plasma had finally worked up the nerve to leave his room. He was terrified of what he might find. Upon leaving his room he had felt the vibration from the music Anita was playing. He listened to the noise for a minute unsure what was making his suit vibrate. He decided to investigate it after he had finished listening to it.
Plasma stood silent just sensing what was making the noise and Anite as she sung to it. Without a word he took another step and reached out for the stereo. Plasma being as clumsy as he was broke it as he grabbed it. He was not trying to brake it but merely look at the thing. He had a very sheltered life until two days ago upon his recuse.
The stereo stopped playing and Plasma looked about in horror wondering if he was in a lot of trouble.
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Anita
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Sept 12, 2005 15:11:38 GMT -5
Post by Anita on Sept 12, 2005 15:11:38 GMT -5
Anita froze when the music abruptly shut off. If her CD had skipped again, she was going to get *very* upset. She turned around, intent on finding out what was going on, and froze.
Someone was there. Not only that, but somone *massive*, that she'd never seen before. And she hadn't picked them up when they came in?
She also noticed, with a degree of annoyance - and mental snarling - that he held in his hand the stereo - or what was left of it.
"...I really hope ya didn' mean t'do that." she started, "'Cause othahwise, I'd haf't' hurt ya."
She was not happy. At all. And it clearly showed.
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Sept 15, 2005 8:22:10 GMT -5
Post by Plasma on Sept 15, 2005 8:22:10 GMT -5
Plasma looked at her and his hands shook of fear. He quickly dropped what was left of the pieces on the table and back away from the girls wraith. Plasma glow fade to almost nothing and he tried to make himself as small as possible. "I.. I am sorry." Plasma's psionic voice spoke to her.
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Anita
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Cookin'
Sept 16, 2005 6:25:33 GMT -5
Post by Anita on Sept 16, 2005 6:25:33 GMT -5
Something was odd about this one - aside from his appearance. He seemed like he was positivly terrified, petrified of her. He, the one who was taller, and appeared more threatening, than almost anyone she knew.
And he was a telepath too. She could feel it when the voice sounded - it wasn't her ears hearing it, it was her mind.
"S'fine, I'm not gonna gut ya or anythin'." She shook her head slightly. "If ya did it on purpose, ya wouldn' be shakin' in your metaphorical boots, an I know it. Tha' thang skipped anyways."
She smiled a tiny bit. He didn't seem worthy of her all-but legendary wrath. Rather, he seemed like a paranoid, easily-frightened kid, a sharp contrast to his appearance.
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Sept 16, 2005 8:48:29 GMT -5
Post by Plasma on Sept 16, 2005 8:48:29 GMT -5
Plasma didn't really understand a word that she had spoken but his empathy told him that she was no longer mad. Slowly he raised back to his full height and looked down at her curiously. Slowly his plasma energy started to swirl in the clear suit once more and grew brighter in colour slowly.
"I never seen one before. I wanted to look at it and see where the noise was coming from." Plasma psi voice said to her as he pointed to the remains of the radio. He has no mouth or face but for that plate made into the suit. His telepathy only lets him sense whats around him, empathy, and to speak.
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