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Post by Agatha Blau on Jul 10, 2015 3:19:29 GMT
what goes around.
Dawn, it felt like, had come earlier than usual. The night before
having been a long one. It was hard adjusting to the civillian
life for Agatha. She had been part of the German military for so
long that "alone time" was a concept she no longer understood.
Nighttime now consisted of long walks, workouts, and reading
the same books over and over for Agatha. She opened her eyes
and grunted, thte sunlight was already beginning to pour through
the small windows, peeking through the curtains and throwing
light across the room. She sat up on the edge of her bed and swung
her feet back and forth momentarily as she ran her fingers through
her messy curls. She was dressed within minutes. Her hair was
tied back into a pony tail and she donned dark brown pants tucked
into her black leather combat boots and a tan colored blouse.
Agatha grabbed her small leather satchel bag and filled it with
some bread, cheese, and a glass container of water. She holstered
her handgun on her hip after shouldering her satchel bag and
shotgun. As she stepped out onto her small front porch the sunlight
lit up her features. Her pale skin accentuated her rosy cheeks well,
her strawberry blonde hair stuck out well in the sunlight. She set off
in the opposite direction of Merry Lane and the city. It wouldn't
be long before she reached the Lush and then the Meadows. It had
been quite some time since she had ventured as far as the Meadows
but she figured it would do her well. Her teeth sunk into the large
granny smith she had been carring with her. The juices splooshed
over her hand and lips, the taste making her mouth water as she bit
a piece off. The farms she passed were growing progressively in size
as she moved further along into the Lush.
Her feet stopped at the end of the last road in the Lush. Her bright
blue eys widened as she stared off into the woods. The trees were
thick and inviting-to those who didn't know what could be waiting
just beyond the brush. Her heart began pounding beneath her blouse
as she tossed the apple core and began her trek into the forrest.
The sun was rising steadly into the semi-cloudy sky above the treetops
that loomed overhead. It was a rather quiet morning so far. Aggie
came across a stream that appeared to run back out of the woods and
into the fields of the Lush. She began to follow it as it began to steadily
slope uphill. Her eyes scanned the landscape around her as her boots
clicked against the rocks that lined the stream. She began to daydream
as she pushed further on. Her mind took her back to the mornings when
she would line the troops up for inspection. A small smile took her lips
as she recalled an especially satisfying morning when she dropped one
of the more annoying soldiers and made him do push-ups until he threw up.
Snap! Agatha stopped dead in her tracks. The trees had thickened as she
had moved along without paying enough attention. Her cheeks darkened
in color as she mentally kicked herself for being so careless. She slipped her
hand into the satchel that hung at her hip and pulled her skinning knife
from it. She unsheathed it as she began to pivot, searching for what had
snapped a branch somewhere nearby. The sound of her heartbeat filled
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Post by Harmon Grey on Jul 10, 2015 4:47:57 GMT
The smell of faint smoke and cooked meat loomed in the air above Harmon's campsite, his eyes shoving their way open to start the day, though his brain wasn't having it. It had been a long evening in the woods, the constant fear of Strigoi and other humans made it impossible for sleep. He groaned and rolled up to a seated position, his spine grimacing at the action. The fire had gone out hours ago, though he had to admit, it was one of the rare times he had been able to light one without worry and it had been well deserved. A dinner of wild rabbit and cabbage leaves he stole from a farm sixty miles back sat well in his stomach forcing him to thank the heavens for their grace and asking God to grant him another. He climbed to his feet and began packing, he could see paths in the brush now and could hear the sounds of a city south of here. He smiled and clicked his tongue, a bed was waiting on him. He rolled his sleeping bag and destroyed the area were the fire was with dirt and brush, thinking about the girl that could be waiting on him too. Since the war began it had been harder and harder for Harmon to fantasize about a family, especially a gypsy one. His brow knitted together and his eyes darkened as he set out on his hike. His family had been taken from him, the Nazi party calling them 'scum' and 'devil worshipers'. He had seen the devil, and his hounds, and they were nothing like the gypsies. The first time he saw the Strigoi, it was tearing into his mother, drinking her blood and sucking out her soul. They had let an group of them into his village, he frowned remembering the officers drinking wine on the outskirts of town, watching these animals, these corpses] tear apart every gypsy they could find. Harmon's heart sank, that was already a year ago.
Since then, Harmon had been on the road, looking for a place without Nazi's or zombies, though it seemed more difficult than he had assumed. He had a few run in with stray zombies who had wondered off from their controlled groups and were so starved they were eating themselves. Still, he had managed to cut the heads off several of the demons, and it felt intoxicating every time. Harmon's ears led him to a stream, of which he could only hope that following it would lead to civilization. He had been following the rushing water for over an hour when he first heard a faint moan a few yards in front of him. His feet stopped moving, his breathing slowed down and his eyes moved from right to left, scouring the nearby forest. A blood sucker, a demon from hell, was nearby and he was going to have it's head. As he inched closer, he noticed a flash of red hair move through the trees by the stream, and he quickly ducked away. A woman? Out here?! This town must be free of any hold, zombie or nazi for a woman to be alone in the woods. His eyes looked past her, and that's when he noticed it, nearly camoflauge against the brush. "Got ya." He smiled, lifting his handmade bow and arrow, his body perfectly still. The woman had noticed it, but before she could even see it, Harmon let go of the arrow and it pierced the being through the right eye, it's now lifeless body crumpled to the ground.
"You shouldn't be alone out 'er." He said as he moved toward her slowly, noticing she was wielding a lot more than he expected. "Beautiful women shouldn't play with guns..." He sneered, his natural flirt came pouring out. He had gotten the red head part down, but he didn't expect her to be the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. Her lips were as pink as her cheeks, her pale skin smooth and untouched, her body firm and strong. He took a minute to gawk, his loneliness seeming even more deep now that he knew what he was missing. "I apologize if I startled you Mrss....." He waited for her reply, smirking like a fool.
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Post by Agatha Blau on Jul 10, 2015 5:06:42 GMT
startled.
There was a near silent swish and she let out a silent gasp
as an arrow squashed into the eye of a creature that had been
sneaking up on her. It had fallen to the ground maybe ten feet
away from her. Her head snapped in the direction of the body slumping
against the leaves and twigs on the ground. Her eyebrows pushed
together and her head tilted sideways as she took a step toward the
creature before a deep voice struck her, bringing back all of the
sounds that filled the woods that had faded away when she had
heard the twig snap. Agatha turned on her heels after deeming
the threat to have been terminated, her skinning knife still clutched
tightly between her thin fingers.
Her face begged to display a look of shock and awe but she just
wouldn't allow it. The man who had shot the....thing was standing
just across the stream from her and he was devilishly handsome.
She felt her cheeks and neck threatening to display a deeper shade
of red as he seemed to attempt a compliment. Agatha gave him a
slight smile as she sheathed her knife and put it back into her satchel,
simultaneously removing her revolver from the hip holster on the side
of her body that was turned away from him. If there was anything she
had learned from the military it was to not trust anyone.
"I've been alright out here so far." Her energizing blue-green eyes
looked him up and down. The man was muscled but there was something
off about him. It struck her just like a backhand across the cheek-his hair!
Agatha inhaled sharply, he had dark brown hair, he wasn't German!
Her feet shifted uneasily on the rocky streambed beneath her boots/
"What is it you're out here alone for" She paushed, her eyes narrowed
on his bow, knowing that he was deadly but that was no match for her
bullets. "Running, perhaps?" Her tone was interrogative as her fingers
gently readjusted on her weapon, the steel heavy and warm in her hand.
The man standing before her was the enemy. The man who had saved
her life was the same enemy she'd been fighting against for many years.
Her heart still beat heavily in her chest as her eyes began to drift over
his shoulder to the other side of the hill, up into the trees above him-
searching for others.
"You didn't startle me." She cleared her throat and straightened
her back just the slightest. In the military Agatha had loved to study
the art of manipulation, body language, interrogation. It was one of
her passions. "I haven't happened across company out this far
before. Strange to see another....human." She nodded toward
the crumpled mess on the ground a few feet away from her. Her eyes
prodded him, curious about him in a way that was hurting her German
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Post by Harmon Grey on Jul 11, 2015 2:15:32 GMT
Harmon took a moment to analyze the situation he had put himself in. The woman hadn't even flinched when the corpse went down, and never even batted an eye when she asked him about running from something. He mentally slapped himself, Nazi's were littering the south, and with the look of her outfit and gun collection, he could tell she had some sort of military experience. A lump formed in his throat, he had gone under the radar for so long and now a femme fatale would be the end of Harmon Grey, the last of his clan. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." Even in the face of danger, Harmon found a way to jest about it. If this woman was really a Nazi, the protocol would be to detain and then execute, especially people of his kind. A rumor had spread through his community before he left of crazy doctors and their experiments on the brains of fortune telling gypsies to predict the outcome of the war. the birds and the bees y'all animals. He thought, the last image of his family being torn to bits as an 'experiment' drove him mad.
"I've been walking and hunting the woods for months now." He told her. Something was keeping him here, something about the way her eyes flicked at the sight of him and how easily she dismissed the walking corpse like it was normal. She knew something that he didn't and he was eager to find out what it was. "You've seen those Strigoi before? What do you know?" He gulped and hoped that the infestation of them hadn't reached his promised land just down the stream. He was hoping to start over, a new life with nothing to lose sleep over. A small sigh escaped his lips, God wasn't that forgiving. "Is the city occupied by Nazis? Are YOU are Nazi?" As he realized his own boldness, he raised his bold, ready to counter attack if needed. Suddenly, a burst of confidence and anger rose in him. "If you are tell me now, so I can send you to Hell where you belong. I'll send all of you to Hell and your hounds." |
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Post by Agatha Blau on Jul 11, 2015 3:48:23 GMT
anger.
Her curious eyes would surely be the death of her one day.
The manner in which he responded set her on edge, making
her wary and raised slight alarm in the back of her mind.
Agatha's eyes narrowed as he began to question her. Her jaw
clenched and her beautiful features became more defined.
Many of her fellow soldiers warned that her silent anger was
more terrifying than the dead rising from the earth. The heat in
her cheeks had surely become noticeable. A smile completed
her dangerous glare. "So what if I am? What would it matter
to the likes of you?" A thought briefly crossed her mind as
blood pumped violently behind her ears, thudding loudly.
Agatha, you're not a Nazi anymore. Let the man be.....
She exhaled sharply from her nose and pressed the revolver
into her thigh before reholstering it. "Pardon my, err, harshness,
if you will?" Her face softened and she gave him a genuine
smile. "I am, no longer, like the others that you speak
of. It just feels....different." Her tone was lighter, more pleasant
but her mind was churning. How was she supposed to tolerate
these people, the filthy animals that had flooded her beautifl
homeland. The ones that called her pure heritage filth.
The color in her cheeks began to shift to her ears. She drew even
with him, raisnig her hands gently to show that they were empty
before she hopped across the small stream, coming to stand directly
before the tall brawny man. Her boots shuffled in the small stream
pebbles that had washed ashore as she moved around him.
"No need for fuss, I'll be going on my way now. Tight schedule
to keep up." She smiled before backing away from him and
starting farther up the hill. She scoffed under her breath, her hand
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Post by Harmon Grey on Jul 11, 2015 4:28:32 GMT
A dumbfound silence fell over him as she spoke, this beautiful woman with eyes like the sky was in fact in association with the Devil and his demons from hell. How could someone so alluring have a heart of stone? He couldn't accept that. As she bounced away from him, her scent filled the air and her beautiful red hair bounced and shimmered in the light. His bow dropped to his side, his eyes following the girl as she took off into the woods. For a moment, he was perplexed. Should he even continue the journey towards town, the woman hadn't answered his questions, and he wasn't going to walk into a death trap- not after all he's been through. He looked down at his shoes, they were worn and falling apart, his swollen ankles bulging from the dirty socks just above his shoe. A groan escaped his lips and he thought it best to pursue the girl, however devilish and sinful she may be. At least he could pry for more information before trekking hundreds of more miles to another unknown city or village. Even for a gypsy, this kind of travel wore you down.
"Miss! Hey! Wait!" He called out to her, her bouncy red curls barely visible now beyond the thick brush. He began to run towards her, but his feet were tired and could barely manage a brisk walk. "Please, ma'am..." He said as he grew closer to her, the pain in his feet beckoned for her as well and he wasn't taking no for an answer. He had to learn more, about the town, the Nazi invasion and most importantly her. He was interested in her and wanted to know more about how someone so different found her way into a uniform under a single ideal. A woman with the power she possessed deserved any point of view her brain could handle, she deserved culture and enlightenment; not hate, false pride and clockwork brain function.
"My name is Harmon, I am a gypsy. Please, I need your help...." He spoke in a low tone though his voice never trembled. He was raised more prideful than that, and if she denied him a second time, he would not beg for more.
"You might as well start hiking now.." He thought to himself. No pure German girl would want to help a mutt like him. Many german girls had used him and his friends as test subjects in school when his family would travel to more populated areas. They'd kiss them on the mouth and explain to the other girls that they tasted like dirt and metal. As they got older the experiments grew more mature, and eventually girls would line up in their perfectly pressed uniforms to witness and feel a gypsy. He grimaced, only a gypsy man would be raped by a woman.
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Post by Agatha Blau on Jul 11, 2015 4:44:13 GMT
strange feelings.
Her feet carried her swiftly over the wild terrain. Boulders and
bushes seemed to appear from nowhere as she moved through
the onslaugt of trees. She faltered momentarily, the sounds of
blundering footsteps filling her ears. Agatha slowed her pace as
she pondered the faintest idea of stopping to see what he wanted,
it could only be the man she had encountered at the stream. His pace
was varied and slow, almost that of a desperate and drunken man.
He's exhausted, Ag. Remember when your feet fell the same way
when you made your way through these very woods?
Her irritated conscience got the best of her and she spun around as he
called out for her. "What is it now? Have you come to insult my
homeland some more?" Her fierce eyes met his and noticed a
distinct change in his features.
Men were strange creatures. The military had taught her that
they were the most proud of all the humans walking the earth.
They refused to ask for help, even if Hitler himself had instructed
them too, it was like pulling the teeth of a wild bear. He was dirty
and his clothes were well worn, they had apparently been his only
set for quite some time. The caring nature that resided deep within
her was screaming for her to help him.
Harmon, interesting name. Hmmm.
She scoffed when he told her to keep on hiking. Her eyes flashing
with anger. "Hey! Don't you dare think you can tell me what
I will or will not do!" Her voice was clear and demanded the
attention of those that she spoke to. The expression that her eyes
conveyed along with the words she spoke only affirmed that she
was not a woman who would allow anyone to take advantage
of her. She was kind and graceful, but only so when it was deserved
and not expected. "I do as I damn well please, get that straight
Mr. Harmon, alright?" She raised an eyebrow as she approached
him.
She shook her head as she stared at him. He had insulted her by
assuming that she wouldn't help him. And why should she help
him? The fact that he had already made up in his mind how she
would treat him just pissed her off even more. Her stark eyes met
his as she stepped forward and stood within mere inches of him,
face to face. Her nostrils took in his scent. Smoke and the juicy meat
of the wilderness. Her mouth watered as she looked up into his eyes,
her back straight and her posture firm. Agatha opened her mouth to
speak to him, and out came a self-berating whisper. "Look, I burned
my uniform! If I am found out I suffer the same fate as you!" Her
angry eyes looked him up and down. "You and I are oh so verrrry
different. And the rest of them?!" Her arm shot out, pointing in the
direction of the city dramatically as she began to hate herself for every
word that parted her lips. "They don't think that I, a traitor, deserve
to live. I am filth, I am an animal to them! Worth no more than
the likes of you. I'm not what you thought, hmm?" One of her
eyebrows arced in a question, her chest heaving rapidly as her raw
emotions began to show. Calm down, Aggie! What the hell are you
doing? Showing him just how weak you are, cause you're a woman?!
She composed herself before beginning to speak again and set her jaw
before speaking in a calm and even tone.
"So, Mr. Harmon, I would appreciate it a great deal if you
woud refrain from assuming what I will or will not do
from this point forward, hmm?" She reached up and tucked a
rogue curl behind her ear, the disorder bothering her a great deal.
Between the sun heating the land beneath the canopy and her outlandish
rant the few freckles of her perky cheeks and forehead had turned to
a bright red that was now slowly beginning to subside to her milky
skin tone. "What is it that you need, sir? Clothes?" She raised
an eyebrow, she doubted that new clothes were at the top of the list
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Post by Harmon Grey on Jul 12, 2015 1:35:26 GMT
It took everything he had not to smile when she told him she burned her uniform. The passion in her voice meant that she'd do it again if she had to and even in a small moment of anger she seemed to understand composure under pressure. It took him a minute to assess the changing tides of her mood, but once she settled down her and eyes locked on his, and immediately felt two things; attraction and fear. He had never met an actual German officer, but he knew that their extreme pride and loyalty would never allow them to even speak of burning a uniform, much less actually doing it. His feet begged him to just take her spastic and alarming behavior and deal with it until he could finally sit in at least a chair, but his gypsy nature forced him to jest and flirt, though he was in no position to. A smile swept across his face as he looked down at his clothes. Clothes? He hadn't even considered to change them. He scoffed, women.
"Actually I'd just like to know of any inns for refugees or any where I could at least get off my feet for a while?" Harmon's eyes made leaps over the ridges in her face, her tight angry jaw creating perfect symmetry from her eyes to the freckles on her cheeks. Her eyes read that she had a bigger heart than she let on, however he knew it was too heavily guarded, all the magic in his blood couldn't change that.
"Or maybe a new pair of slacks would suffice, I have heard the right pair of trousers can make all the difference..." He winked at her, hoping to win back her favor. At least he could get her to lead him to town and save him a few more hours of guessed direction. His bones moaned as he forced a smile for her, every inch of his body wanting to either run like hell or collapse and turn into to dust where he stood.
"I haven't caught your name yet, Miss....?" He glanced at her hands, noticing not gold bands or jewelry marking her betrothed. Even he couldn't hide a smile from her.
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Post by Agatha Blau on Jul 12, 2015 3:53:03 GMT
allowances.
Men were such strange creatures, this one in particular. Was
he attempting to flirt with her? She shook the thought from
her mind. It would take nerves of steel for a dark haired and
dark eyed man to flirt with her German purity.
Agatha forced herself to relax and put out more friendly
vibes. Burning her uniform was hard, the most difficult
thing she'd ever had to do.
She found his inquiry about her name interesting. She was
unaware that they had reached that state. "I'm Agatha. It's
a pleasure, Mr. Harmon." The bag filled with food and weapons
was beginning to weigh heavily on her shoulder which called
for readjusting. She pondered over his question for a few
moments before carefully selecting her reply, her fingers
meeting her lips and tapping repetitively as she thought.
"I don't venture into the city often, being as I'm....well I'm
not exactly desirable. I have heard remors of a man who
lives in the city, his name is John and he supposedly exchanges
rooms for work hands." Her eyes scanned his rugged and
muscular physique before tilting her head and giving him
a satisfied smile. "You'd probably do well for him, I'd
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Post by Harmon Grey on Jul 20, 2015 23:24:43 GMT
Agatha. He smirked, Aggie he thought, How cute. She was full of fire and something that seemed a lot like guilt and her name fitted those strawberry curls to a tee. The fact that she was willing to help him, if only a little, made him loosen up more. He believed this was it, his last real chance in Germany. He dreaded trekking through the mountains on foot, so at least here he could stock up and gather favor. He hoped for an accepting group of people, the war had to end sometime and he didn't want to leave his country, even if it was ruled by evil. Suddenly an odd thought hit him; Was Agatha evil? Sure, she had burned her uniform, but at one point she truly believed his kind to be lesser and guilty of the destruction of Germany. he grimaced, realizing how dangerous this situation really was. His feet were groaning under his vanishing weight, and he knew he couldn't pass into India, across the Malaysian dessert, in this state.
This woman was vital to him at the moment, but he knew this need for her would allow him to develop patience and understanding. He bowed his head in silent prayer, thanking the mystery he was given. A chuckle gathered in his throat and released slowly, God never gave challenges, he gave mysteries.
"Could you point me in the right direction. I promise to let you go on your way and we can pretend this never happened, eh?" He realized his friendly behavior was only causing him dirty looks so he tried it her way; leaving it alone.
"If it's more than an hours walk, i'll have to camp tonight and leave tomorrow. So, please, tell me where I can find this man." Something told him there was promise in this town, but getting there safely was entirely up to his decisions from here on out. If he offended anyone, or even upset anyone, it could be the end of his freedom, of his peace.
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Post by Agatha Blau on Jul 21, 2015 23:01:01 GMT
something strange
Her lips pursed as she watched his strange ritual of bowing
his head and she could only assume that he was praying.
Interesting. Most gypsies she'd come in contact with hadn't
been of the praying sort, especially not in front of her. She waited
patiently for his brief religious settlement with "God" to come
to a close just as the breez picked up. Oh, that is wonderful!
Aggie thought to herself as the tips of her loose curls tickled
the back of her neck from the breeze, it cooled the light sweat
that had formed across her chest. But there was something
strange about it, as though the air was stale, something that
had made her shift in her boots.
Her thin fingers dug beneath the strap of her bag and
began to message the divit it had dug into her shoulder,
a slight wince on her face as she spoke, asking for direction.
"Well, it's about two hours to the edge of town, but
they've tightened up city security over the last couple
of weeks. So it might take you some time to actually
get into the city." She let out a slight groan as her fingers
found what felt to be like a bruise on the top of her shoulder,
that bag weighed a lot more than she thought it had
apparently. "But, I'd be more than hap-" Her voice abruptly
ended and she felt as though she would never be able
to find it again. Her big blue eyes widened as she raised
onto her toes to get a better look over Harmon's shoulder.
Her breath drew unevenly and her hand immediately
shot up to cover her mouth. "Oh. My God." With
a shaky hand she popped the clasp on her hip holster
which held her revolver in place on her hip, the weight
of it was comfortable, her eyes staring straight over his
shoulder. Agatha had shifted into her military mode
which happened to be where she was most comfortable.
It wasn't hard to see that she was frightened: a light
sweat had popped up across her forehead, her throat
was tense, and her hands shook slightly, but her voice
came back more calm and reassuring than ever. "Harmon,"
Aggie stepped closer to him so that they were only inches
away and she placed her hand atop his shoulder before
continuing. "Don't scream." She quickly scanned the
treeline of the hill he had followed her over and counted
at least five that she could see, there was always the
possbility of more just beyond sight. "There are five
of those things coming across the hill that we
just came from. I don't think they've seen us yet.
Do you see any more?" Her heart was pounding in
her chest as she held the revolver close to her hip and
popped it open to check her rounds, all the while her
shaky, sweaty fingers digging into the top of his shoulder.
After she posed her question to him she looked into
his deep brown eyes briefly, she wanted to see if he was
afraid or if he was one of those. Those men were always
the ones that got killed. She'd watched so many of
them die before her, even had their blood on her hands
as they slipped away into nothingness. No, he didn't
appear to be cocky and above feeling fear as those men
had, yet he didn't seem to panic either. He was much more
like her than she had ever thought.
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