Pearl Into Sooty Cinders

Heidi · 09-04-2010, 04:46 PM

WC: 440, it failz -.-
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Mutely, Heidi advanced through the shrubby grasslands headed towards her destination; D’Neville Mansion. Privily, behind a large clump of vegetation she morphed to Optime form, her muscled figure shaping into an elegant slim hourglass physique, and long spoils of silver curls started to spill down her back. Once completely shifted she pulled from a old worn leather bag tied around her waist two camouflage coloured wristbands, and a somewhat ragged and ripped pair of shorts of the same colouring with a brass-buckled belt intact, as well as a old torn cloth of which she wrapped neatly around her upper torso. Pulling the two woolly bands over her brutally scarred wrists, she winced at emotional cicatrix from her former being, clutching the glimmering emerald stone resting around her neck. Carefully she folded the leather sachet back together and jogged lightly in a long steady stride, taking deep long breaths and building up her velocity gradually. She entered a muster of large vegetation, ferns and trees with low and medium shrubs spitted around the forest floor. The air was damp, humid and mustered with moisture. Through some clusters of trees she could of barely made out the formidable beast of a mansion awaiting her, its bold presence had clearly stood the test of time very well, as she stopped for a moment to embrace the building’s aura.

Stretching out into a long gliding walk, she made her way up through the gate way, past the guard house and along and up the driveway before stopping just before the covered porch, her dished ears pricked, searching for any voices or sounds they could catch hold of. The doorway looked dark and sinister in a way, as her viridian optics scanned every detail and analysed it. Well aware she could be being watched, she felt that maybe a foreign pair of eyes could be pressing upon her. Cautiously she stepped under the cover of the porch, the old bricks above her casted a dark shadow upon her figurine, in which her gem necklace glimmered off the faintest tint of light that touched it, reflecting small verdigris flecks of light upon the old weathered door. Artistically she reached for the handle, turning it slowly and opening the door as wide and as far as it would go, stepping in cautiously and carefully without sound. In the corners of the room dark shadows spilled in, and cast shadows upon the open floor in which they feasted upon the dim shards of light left in the chamber. Intently she looked upon every doorway entrance and portal in the room awaiting another presence to break through the darkness.

Izaak · 09-05-2010, 02:52 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jacoby;Hope you don't mind; 642 words

What was he doing? Running around the house and scavenging things from other rooms of the house. And why? Because he had nothing better to do. Because he wanted to. He found things of interest so he took them and brought them back to the room that he was sharing with his father and his Unky Cotl. No doubt his Uncle would end up being upset about all of the junk that Izaak was bringing in but that wasn't something that weighed on the child's mind right now. Actually he often forgot about how his uncle didn't like a mess in his room. At least until Cotl started fussing again. Then he would remember and would quickly end up forgetting again the next time something else caught his attention and interested him. It really was quite the vicious cycle. Something that would have to be learned to lived with since it didn't seem as if the boy was able to change his ways. Not with the way that his focus shifted and flitted from one thing to another. He lacked capacity in his attention span. At least if it wasn't something that interested. Now if it was something of interest then he could certainly focus for longer periods of time, at least until the next interesting things came along.

The boy was traipsing around on the second floor since that was where the room he was staying in was what. It was just easier that way. So far he had a hairbrush, toothbrush and toilet mints to drop off into the room. It wasn't much but he wasn't done searching yet. No, he was just dropping off the few items that he had and depositing them on the bed before leaving the room and going downstairs to check for more stuff to bring up. He found his way into the kitchen and searched through the cabinets. He ended up finding a colander and placing it on his head like a hat. And in the drawer above the cabinet was a rubber spatula for him to chew on. And that is what he did. He pulled it from the drawer and put it in his mouth and started chewing on it. In another cabinet was a large pot. He took that out as well and tossed in a couple of towels with chicken designs on them and tossed them in the pot to take with him. Then there was a corkscrew that he found and dropped into the pot. And some tongs too, as well as a stopper for the sink. He had no idea what any of these were but found them to be interesting looking. Just like the pop up turkey thermometer. Next were dropped in a wire whisk, beater, and giant hook mixer attachments. Then there were the wooden mashers and meat tenderizers as well as the giant fork and spoons too. And just as he was about to leave the kitchen, all of the cabinets and drawers left open, something shiny caught his attention. He picked up the gold mortar and pestle that was shaped like a chalice and put it into the pot as well.

His next stop was the bathroom, just because it was the next closest room, and he found some old tampons and pads to chuck into the pot as well as birth control pills and condoms. A toilet brush and toilet paper was added to his collection as well. The rubber duck was snatched up too. His scavenging was paused when he heard the front door open and peeked his head out of the bathroom to see who it was. Mostly he was checking for his uncle. Finding he wasn't him he just smiled and waved at the female. "Hallo." He called out the words after removing the spatula form his mouth. "Wollen helfen?"

Heidi · 09-06-2010, 04:50 PM

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no bother, thats great thanks! ^^ +31

Searching the room her ears clapped on a scurry of footsteps and a slight noise of rattling, the sort you would get once you shook a pair of keys in a plastic container. Heidi’s eyes fell on an orange and silver coyote; well that’s what he appeared as at first sight. His build was lean and sleek, and his shabby hair that draped over his forehead was smothered down as he wore a colander helmet, silver enthusiastic eyes pointing at her. At first his gaze seemed eager, but then he just smiled and waved at her as if he knew her a hundred times over. Removing a spatula from his mouth he greeted her cheerfully Hallo. the accent struck her as German, or Deutsch as she was taught it. Wollen helfen? he followed.

Now, as far as her translations went, she knew a bit of German, and if she got it right it would be: ‘Hello, want to help? ‘, well that’s the best she could come up with without it being repeated as if it was a spelling test. If she got it wrong, well, she would have to see about that. She stepped forward and closed the door; the hinges squeaked and groaned as they pulled the door back. A soft but firm thud broke the silence as the door thumped into its old frame. This, guy, seemed to have a pot with a collection of items randomly mixed together. Kitchen utensils: towels, corkscrew, tongs, sink plug, whisks, beater and attachments as well a load more cooking items and toilet items, seriously? That’s rank. She thought to herself, putting cooking stuff in with toilet brushes and tampons was unhygienic and just plain nasty. Perhaps he was a child? At this stage she couldn’t tell, his face was smothered by his colander-suppressed mop of shaggy hair.

Perhaps he was a nut case? Perhaps she had just been accepted into a clan of crazy toss pots. Just perhaps, she thought. Maybe there was a perfectly good explanation for this, old items? Moving homes? She tried to conceive a logical solution to the matter in her head. What if there were others in the house? She hoped she could find an adult or something along the lines of order and authority on the premises, to find out where she would stay. Look, maybe she was overreacting a bit, but that was normal, right? First impressions shouldn’t be taken too seriously she thought. She smiled pleasantly and waved back, she edged she might as well return the favour. ” I would love to but im looking for a room?” She paused slightly, as she pointed the top the stairs, before continuing “ Im Heidi, and im new here” she smiled faintly yet again, trying to come across as nice and sweet as possible.

Izaak · 09-06-2010, 11:22 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jacoby; I feel sorry for Heidi having to deal with him; 667 words

Honestly, such was how he would greet anyone. He didn't have any sort of reservations. With the way that his mother was the child was entirely used to strangers coming and going all the time. He was never taught that whole stranger danger thing. Rather he tended to greet everyone warmly. Most times in an eager fashion, as if they were long lost friends. And granted German was his prevalent tongue. He was only starting to notice that not many spoke German here but stuck to English instead. Still that didn't mean that he couldn't try. There really was nothing like conversing in one's own native tongue. And she seemed to understand it even if she didn't speak it. She had responded to and answered his posed question. Seeing as he wasn't ignored only generated in his mind that she knew just what he was saying. So far it had seemed that only his family spoke German but now there was this girl that he could converse with as well.Of course this thought only served to excite him more and set his tail to wagging.

He had no idea what the things in the pot were used for. He had just found them to look interesting and so he had placed them in the pot. That was the whole reason behind his collecting spree. It all was new and interesting to him. And since it was interesting he was taking it with him. They were all things that he could show his Unky Cotl and ask him about. That had been his intention at least. Of course he could easily lose interest before he ended up coming in contact with his relative. It was something that had happened before and so no doubt it could happen again. After all the young coyote boy could prove to be distracted easily. But for now his mind was set on exploring the house and finding as many interesting things as he could in order to bring back to his family and show off. Things to go and ask his uncle about. Things that his uncle will end up being upset to find left on his bed. But that was the way that it was. They had clashing personalities. They were almost exact opposites. But they were family and so they had to put up with and love each other. Not that his uncle or father showed him that. Only his mother, and siblings at their mother's request, had shown him that they loved him. Of course because of his mother his idea of love was warped.

And there were some that would say Izaak was a nut case and that Inferni was the loony bin. They were all a bunch of mental misfits it seemed. He knew in his family alone they all had their own little quirks and yet they seemed to fit right in with the clan. Or at least they had been accepted despite their strangeness. So whatever the case was at least one part of the assumption was right. Izaak wasn't the prime example of sanity. "Es gibt eine vielzahl von raumen. Du bist in einem raum." Of course he was stating the obvious. But then again Heidi hadn't been clear in just what she was looking for. And well, Izaak was the one to take things literally. So to him finding a room was easy. Anywhere you walked in the mansion was some for of room or another. They all had walls and a roof and floor, that pretty much classified them as rooms. The boy gave a grin since he pretty much figured that he had that problem solved. "Ich bin Izaak. Ich wohne im ersten Stock mit meinem Vater, Onkel und Bruder." He gave his name as well, introducing himself in return. And with the mention of his family the female could take it as a warning that there were more crazies around and that they all lived in this great big house.

Heidi · 09-07-2010, 01:12 PM

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wc:449; bless, Izaak is just a bit special that’s all :3 im sure his intentions are good!...

A small warm furry creature brushed past her foot, a scrambling scuttling noise produced from it. What the hell was that? She thought, glancing down to see it had disappeared. He seemed pleased with her answer for some reason, his tail wagged excitedly. The male spoke fluently in German to her previous reply, and she could only roughly translate his words in her head. His accent was gorgeous, and she only wished she could carry an accent of her own. You are standing in a room, echoed slightly. She wasn’t thick, was he being cocky, or was he really that simple?? She couldn’t decide. His face was genuinely honest, but perhaps her theory before was correct, maybe he was a crack pot. And with mention of his family, maybe they all had a screw loose in one way or another too. He was a child, it all added up. The collection of crazy items, the colander hat, the chewing on the spatula beforehand, it made sense now. Maybe she should rethink her strategy, and her question.
She didn’t know how to put it across to him in a nice way without it sounding like she thought he was thick, but perhaps he took everything literally, so maybe it would work…she hoped.
”It’s nice to meet you Izaak” she smiled sweetly. ”And I need to find a new bedroom here, for me to live in” her smile faded, she instantly felt awful for putting it so bluntly towards him, saying her words slowly and clearly to make herself understood about her intentions. The same fuzzy fluff ball brushed past her foot again, but it wouldn’t escape her, not this time. Without looking she snatched the creature, raising it up so she could have a good luck at the foot tickling bandit. A small and lean rat looked at her, its little beady eyes and its little tender pink claws flailing about. Its pelt was pure ebony, oh how she adored it. She didn’t know how people could call rats vermin; they were so intelligent, and cute. She gently stroked the fluid velvet coat as the small mammal dictated faint squeaking noises, her mouth played up into a warm smile, her eyes completely engrossed with that adorable little creature she held. She wondered where it came from, it didn’t look feral or wild at all, and it certainly wasn’t gnawing her paw off right now at all, maybe it belonged to a fellow inferni member. She wished she had a pet, again. Who knew, maybe she would find another worthy pet one day. The rat laid calm on her hand now, she raised her head to meet Izaak’s gaze once again.

Izaak · 09-08-2010, 05:15 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jacoby; Yes, Izaak is special with all of his issues; 509 words

No, he wasn't being cocky. Izaak was just very literal. Blame it on his mother for not making the time to teach him hardly anything at all. At least not the things that allowed one to get by and survive from day to day. He was lucky to always have had the charity of others to feed him since he couldn't hunt at all. He had no idea that dinner didn't already come dead. That was how it was brought to him and so he had no idea that you actually had to go out and kill to get that effect. With him one would have to speak specifically what it was that they wanted and detailed it out exactly in order to get desired results. After all when his mother had told Izaak to babysit the new baby he did just as she had said. He sat on the new baby until she had come back. He didn't understand that he was only supposed to watch because that wasn't what he had been told to do. He had no idea that he had suffocated and killed the pup. His mother had just taken it away and he never seen it again so he just figured that the baby ran away and didn't come back. Of course that is only one of many misjudged assumptions.

With a more detailed description of just what she was looking for Izaak found himself actually able to help. Or perhaps not help. He pointed in a direction just down the hall from where he was. "Raumen dort." He paused and pointed upstairs. "Oben dort." Once again he was pointing and it was towards the back of the building. "Gast haus." The pointing once more he pointed out front. "Schutz haus." Everywhere he had pointed to had plenty of rooms available for anyone to live. So really she had her choice of rooms. It was all about picking one and staying in it. Though to help her decision along he spoke up again. "Die meisten leben im Obergeschoss." And if they weren't living here then they were living in caves. So there really wasn't any assigned living space. It was just pick where you wanted and bunk down there. So with her breaking it down for him he was actually able to answer her question and because of that she shouldn't feel guilty for it. Izaak was slow, plain and simple.

"Es ist Halo's. Halo lehrt es." The child spoke up once more once he recognized that she had picked up the rodent that was running about. His Unky Cotl had already warned him not to mess with them since they belong to another member of the house. Izaak was just passing off the warning as well. The rats weren't to be harmed or disturbed since they had a special purpose and use. They are specially trained rats. Though the boy hadn't been told just exactly what they had been trained to do. That was something that Halo would have to be asked about directly.

Heidi · 09-18-2010, 05:42 PM

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ooc: Sorry it took so long to reply D: bogged down with coursework -_- Izaak’s special but hes kind of cute :3 Want to wrap this up? ^^x

The floorboard groaned beneath her as she stepped forward a couple of feet, Izaak directing her to the rooms available. She opted for the upstairs accommodation, and smiled gently at the rat calmly snuffling around her palm. Knowing it belonged to some other and that its purpose was to be trained, for what she didn’t know of, she gently placed it down with care; its little feet scuttling along the floorboards and into the kitchen, squeaking to its minions in which she dazed in awe. She’d theorised correctly, Izaak was just a very literal person. It was ok; she told herself, some people are just like that, perfectly normal…well, sort of. He seemed alright, but he still had much to learn, and besides she thought his innocence was kind of adorable, in a way.

She flashed a quick grin and nodded in acceptance of his words, before heading towards the stair. “I think I’ll look for a room upstairs” She forced the words out coarse and thin, she felt spoilt for choice, but the caves were not an option. As she proceeded onto the third and fourth step of the inclination, she turned to smile and thank Izaak for his assistance. Whilst her dial rotated, she noticed that he had not one but two tails. How was this? A genetic fault, a battle trophy, an abusive relative, parent or other? She really had been let in with the wild cards hadn’t she? Blinking twice she stuttered for a moment, in shock and question “Erm... Danke Izaak, I guess I’ll see you round” She threw another flash of her canines his way before waving slightly and proceeding to the top of the stair-case silently. She really didn’t know how to react. Shocked with herself, for assuming she had been let in with the wackos just because a poor child had a deformity, she shunned herself mentally.

She stopped at the top of the staircase, and floated along the passages into the rooms; looking for a vacant one, well, a one without occupation or items in it. She passed a main block of rooms and entered the west wing, entering the first free room she saw. (TW01) The cubicle seemed slightly larger than the one next door, and she was quite contempt with this. Moving over to the bed she lifted her sachet from over her shoulder, placing it on the old raggy patchwork quilt laden on the mattress. It wasn’t anything special, but it would do. Her head falling into her hands she thumped onto the bed, the old coils squeaking beneath her weight. Accommodation, chosen; and she was honestly exhausted. Laying back against the cloth her stomach grumbled in protest. She hadn’t eaten since before she crossed the territory borders, and she was starting to feel malnourished. Inhaling and exhaling deeply she drifted off into a sound sleep. Rest.

Today had been a long day.

Izaak · 09-21-2010, 03:17 PM

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OOC here: Table & Coding © Jacoby; It is fine hun, I understand. Heh, thanks. Didn't imagine any would take a liking to Izaak because he is odd. Okay, I'll get it archived after this post; 514 words

He had no idea what it was being trained for either. He just knew that is what he had been told. He had only repeated the small bit that his Unky Cotl had informed him of. It was just a warning that if he should run into any of the little creatures that no harm should come to them because they belonged to someone in the house. That they were using it for a specific purpose. And that was as much as he knew about the subject but at least he had passed on the warning that the rats weren't to be harmed. And the female seemed to listen to him and understand him given that she had placed the rodent back down and allowed it to run away. Izaak watched the rat scuffle off before before looking back to the female before him.

He couldn't be expected to know everything just yet. He wasn't even at the yearling mark. He was still a pup for all intents and purposes. He was a couple of months off from it but even then he wouldn't have reached the peak of maturity. He still had a bit before he reached that mark. And he had a lot of catching up on learning to do to get there. He knew the things needed for after maturity, the things that would bring in a new generation, but some of the most basic things of life were lost on him. She had never bother to teach him those things. So to this day hunting was lost on him. He had no survival instincts whatsoever. Not even a fear of strangers since there were always others in and out of their home.

He watched her move to the stairs with a tilt of his head. "Die meisten leben im Obergeschoss." The child supplied another tidbit of information to go along with her decision. He lived upstairs with his father, Unky Cotl, and brother. He had been told that the Halo stayed upstairs too, but was on the other side, as well as a few others. There was a female he glimpsed living at the opposite end of the hall from where his family was staying. So it seemed the portion that chose to stay in the mansion chose to stay upon the second floor. But then again it had a number of rooms available.

The boy nodded his head in response. "Willkommen." He gave the simple answer in return as well as a wave. As for the tail, it wasn't a deformity at all. It was something that could be removed whenever he desired. He just simply had no desire to take it off. He didn't want to risk losing the treasured possession. He firmly believed it was a gift from his brother/cousin and so he cherished it greatly. Because of that he could always be found wearing it. So with the female gone Izaak went back to his scavenging. He returned to rummaging through the rooms downstairs to try and find other interesting items to fill his pot with.

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