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Post by Street Spirit on Feb 25, 2011 23:31:09 GMT -8
Nighttime. Silence. All that 1975 wanted in order to relax. And this old, eerie cemetery offered all the silence she could ever ask for. The tombstones glowed white under the fain light of the moon which was peeking out of the clouds. 1975 wandered aimlessly, not saying a word; not wanting to hear a word. She knew very well what this place was for and she was sure that it could make her cry, but she felt that everyone buried here was at a better place right now. A place -probably- silent. She envied them. But, aware to the fact that danger always lurks, even at the most peaceful of places, 1975 held her spear tight, not letting her guard down.
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Post by WhiteJest on Mar 2, 2011 7:21:45 GMT -8
Drawn here too by the silent and oddly peaceful nature of the place, Kib rested against a partially chipped pink granite tombstone, staring in contemplation at the sky above. He had just returned from a rather stressful trip to the asylum and was desperately in need of some peace and quiet, as well as a time to just think..about whatever first came to mind. As usual, he was still, barely moving save for the occasional fingering of the many shining silver bands hung about his person. The dental tool he used as a protective weapon rested upright beside him, ready just on case he needed it on a whim, though he doubted he would even use it if attacked. It seemed unlikely though that anything would happen here...it just had that atmosphere, though in a world like this it was foolish to hope for safety in even the most peaceful areas. It was a sad thought, that even now in a second form of existence, that the world had perhaps even become more dangerous and lonely than ever before.
‘So much for a final paradise’ he thought dully, lifting the hand that had before been clutching at the bands to begin tracing many tiny swirls in the dirt...‘Like ocean waves...or maybe wind’ The thought was a nice one, soothing, and he began softly humming the song that had been entrapped in his mind for as long as memory served him. He did not hear the movement of the other person nearby, their footsteps or rustling of fabric. He was once more too engrossed in his own little world of song and thought.
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Post by Street Spirit on Mar 4, 2011 12:32:38 GMT -8
1975 froze as she heard the -quite muffled, to her hearing sensors- hum. Fear crept into her mind and were she another Stitchpunk, she would have already panicked. Trying to remain calm, she clenched her spear in her hands, ready to defend herself.
What if this is a Traitor? Or worse... A Machine-Beast? She shriveled at this thought and quickly tried to think of something else. Something happier.
Taking careful steps forward, trying to be as silent as possible, she walked toward the source of the sound. Mask pulled in front of her face, covering it almost completely, she felt a little more secure. 1975 knew how intimidating her mask was and tried to use this to her advantage.
Walking around a tombstone, she noticed the other Stitchpunk. Quickly, she retreated, hiding behind the tombstone. 1975, you fool! They could have noticed you! She scolded herself, not feeling less anxious at all.
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Post by WhiteJest on Mar 4, 2011 20:58:56 GMT -8
It wasn't until 1975 actually came partially into view that Kib froze and fell silent, though not in fear like her, as he was unable to feel such things. His only thought was that he was potentially bothering them, or had invaded the place they called home unknowingly. Either way he was sure they couldn't be pleased with his presence here, though he also thought that he could perhaps convince them to let him stay if he promised to remain silent. After all, he was pretty relaxed where he was and feelings like that didn't come often enough anymore.
Allowing his gaze to rest on them for a moment, he realized that they were in fact wearing some sort of mask, and a rather intimidating one at that. Right that that second however, the figure scampered away out of his range of vision as though startled by something. Certain that it couldn't possibly be him, he automatically turned to face the opposite direction, ready to lay eyes upon some horrific entity of metal and bone....and saw nothing. He glanced back to where the masked figure had been and still saw no-one, though was almost certain they hadn't gone far. The retreating footsteps had stopped too soon for them to be out of range. Sighing, he leaned back into his former position, head resting on the cool stone.
"Am I really that frightening?" He said softly, though in such a flat monotone it was as though the words were spoken by a robot or voice recording. He didn't know if they could hear him, though at the moment he wasn't thoroughly bothered either. As long as there was no danger for either of them, everything was fine.
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Post by Street Spirit on Apr 2, 2011 23:57:23 GMT -8
(I'm sorry for the lateness of this reply... I had a major writer's block...)"Am I really that frightening?" The silence of the graveyard allowed 1975 to hear the other individual's words clearly. Under her mask, she rolled her gaze, thinking of how to react. Socialising was not really her forte. Hesitantly, she stepped out of her hiding spot, that tombstone, placed there in memory of someone who no one could remember now. Daring not to remove her mask, or put her guard down, she took a step forward, gaze fixed on the other Stitchpunk. "I guess not." She said, her voice trembling a little, but not enough to make her fear evident.
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Post by WhiteJest on Apr 8, 2011 17:36:42 GMT -8
((It's okay! Stuckness happens to even the best of us <3))
There was silence for a moment, until the reply came, somewhat quiet though not inaudible. "I guess not."A few moments later so did the same masked figure made their appearance. He didn't even know why he had even said anything in the first place. It would have just been a lot easier to let the other go on their way and he wouldn't have to think of things to say, but the words had just..more or less slipped out. For a moment he just watched them, wondering vaguely what was with the mask. Perhaps it was an attempt to look threatening? He sighed, deciding that he should probably make a reply, and since the other seemed somewhat nervous, he kept with the friendly approach.
"That's good.." He said softly, in the same expressionless monotone, which he thought couldn't help with the nervousness factor for the stranger. "For a moment there I thought I must have spouted horns or something." Not moving from his resting position against the headstone, he continued to study the stranger (whom, judging by their voice, he assumed to be female), did seem to have the body language of someone who was nervous about something. She had bolted in the first place, though perhaps he had just startled her is all. She seemed calm enough now in any case..though it was hard to tell as she did have that mask on. He decided to check though..perhaps something was indeed very wrong. "Honestly though, are you all right? You took off pretty fast there." Kib didn't care of she told him that it was none of his business (because really, it wasn't), he just hoped she didn't run again. Then he would really thing he'd done something wrong.
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