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Post by bloodyroses on Nov 24, 2008 11:24:51 GMT -5
Not many people stayed outdoors when it was this cold. Particularly not in East Lucent. Most of the world was tucked safely away in their warm homes. Uncaring...Unthinking. They merely nestled away in their warm little homes. Acacius however was not so lucky, the drugdie he had been living with had just gotten busted. And while he didn't do drugs or anything he didn't want to get caught up in the Angels' investigation.
So he stood with his back to a crumbling wall. Under a rusted awning watching the torrential rain pour down. The hybrid let out a hearty sigh, someday... one of these days things would get better. He twitched his split ear, wanting nothing more then a warm...DRY. Place to settle down in for the night.
He sat down, propping his back against the wall Acacius stared at the rain. Trying to keep warm as the sky fell.
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Post by texas on Nov 26, 2008 1:31:16 GMT -5
Collar turned up on his jacket DeSoto quickly made his was through the rain towards his apartment a cigarette clasped between his forefinger and his thumb. The thump-smack of his heel and then the rest of his foot hitting the ground in his combat boots was off set of the tinkling of the rain as it hit the roofs around, run off into the gutters and then poured into the street.
The Doberman walked right past Acacius as he took a deep drag of his cigarette. The only thing that made him pause was that he noticed something move from the corner of his eye. Spinning around DeSoto had his gun out in a flash and pointed straight at the mutt sitting all by himself. As soon as the Angel saw there was on threat he lowered his gun.
“What yeah doin’ out in the rain kid?” He asked changing into the accent he used while he was at home. It was what he had grown up with and he had changed his voice to fit more in with the Angels. If he’d been speaking like that he would have been spotted in a heartbeat. As it was with his original accent the dog blended in down in East Lucent like he was a native.
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Post by bloodyroses on Dec 2, 2008 21:13:51 GMT -5
Acacius golden brown eyes were closed, as he leaned back against the building. They flickered open briefly to take in the fact that someone was pointing a gun at him. They closed...SOMEONE WAS POINTING A GUN AT HIM. His eyes snapped open again, the hybrid was quite used to the reign of crime and violence in East Lucent, after all he had been shot twice and had the scars to prove it.
The man lowered his gun much to Acacius' relief. He really didn't enjoy getting shot. “What yeah doin’ out in the rain kid?” The mutt gave the man a cool glare, a reasonable reaction considering the circumstances. "Enjoyin' the goddamn sunshine." Sarcasm? What's sarcasm? He had never heard of the word.
Acacius' accent matched that of the other man, simple rough-talking East Lucent dialect. He had spoken like this all his life, it wasn't about to change. He gave an unintentional shiver against the cold. He had been out here far to long. His short fur gave him little to no protection against the elements. He would make it though the uncomfortable night, he had survived colder times then this.
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