Unassuming beginnings

Neela Garcia · 01-16-2012, 08:24 AM

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YAY, Neela's avatar is no longer breaking the laws of time. The hat she is wearing is the one depicted in that avatar. Fore dated to the 26th, takes palce at sunset.

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Neela strode along the snow dusted street, a tune on her lips and a crowbar spinning from her fingers. The collie's scavenging had gone well and the black duffel bag on her back was swinging lightly, Neela having dropped most of her finds off at her safehouse before heading out on this trip.

The exception to this was her current loot, and apparel for that matter. Neela had come across a mostly collapsed but interesting looking human building and some signs pointing to a storeroom through a collapsed doorway. Considering that Neela was fast learning that storerooms were the best place to scavenge, often containing bulk amounts of items as preserved as anything was from human times, she had come back to the building and a little work with a sledgehammer and a weak wall had gained her entry into the storeroom.

Unfortunately the storeroom was mostly clothes, the actual roof having collapsed over the more interesting finds. While Neela generally had little need for clothes the crimson and gold hat had caught her eye as she was strolling around, the gold snowflake pattern creating a pretty effect against the red wool and had bit her perfectly after a bit of work with a knife to make holes for her ears. A bit of searching around had found several matching hats and some scarves with the same pattern which Neela had also taken, the scarf draped loosely over her shoulders and several spares for each stuffed inside her bag.

Pleased with her find Neela was now wandering the streets casually. Deciding to explore some new territory the collie had ventured forth from the built up area she had been haunting the past several days into the more suburban areas to the west of the main hub. While there wasn't much to salvage here Neela was pleased enough with her earlier finds to just enjoy the interesting scenery. It also helped that she had found an intact bottle of whiskey earlier, which swung from her occupied hand, a small amount having been drunk by the collie, though not enough to have an adverse effect on her.

And so that was how Neela spent her afternoon. Walking along the deserted and overgrown streets, occasionally using her crowbar to break into an intact looking house and see what was inside, depositing any trinkets or ornaments that grabbed her attention into her bag. This meandering path had lead her father and father out into the suburbs until she was nearly at the city limits. By this time the sub was just starting to disappear over the horizon and the snow around her was glowing a beautiful orange. Deciding to take a break in her exploring Neela climbed up onto a low roof nearby and sat with her legs dangling over the edge, her whistling louder than ever now that she was relaxing.

Still, part of her wished that Halifax wasn't so… empty. It was lonely spending the entire day by herself without even Grynn to keep her company, the bird had continued her reclusive streak by not even coming along on this trip full stop. Swinging her legs slightly Neela stopped her whistling for a moment to take a sip of whiskey and looked out over the streets, looking if anybody else was about. Some conversation would be nice right about now, and a bottle of whiskey was always best when shared.

Tony Marino-Knight · 01-21-2012, 10:15 AM

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sorry for the lateness ^^

Prova? Prova?! Is that all he was worth. His own father, a man he trusted and looked up to and expected to trust him, had given him the rank of a Prova?! Did he mean nothing to the Sole? Tony had been fuming over this for the best part of his membership in Casa di Cavalieri. Well, along with Fia's mate ship and other things. What irritated him most was the fact that Enzo was a higher rank than him, which meant he had to listen to his commands, Tony huffed, he didn't care if Lorenzo told, even ordered, him to jump off of a cliff he still wouldn't do it. After all, he was older than Lorenzo and therefore he should be in charge of his younger sibling. Though, there was little he could do about it now after all, he'd jsut have to wait an try to catch Enzo up before he climbed any higher up the ranks table.

The blacksmith tried to keep such things off of his mind for a while. Focussing on looking for metal and weapons to fix up. Even though he couldn't officially get the blacksmith co-rank just yet, he could certainly work up his notoriety for it couldn't he? Then it'd be easier to get it in theory. Wouldn't it? Either way it gave him something to do. Collecting metal for his to melt, craft weapons with or even finding weapons to fix up. It was also a hobby after all.

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Neela Garcia · 01-21-2012, 06:53 PM

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She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

Neela Garcia

And she's dancing like she's never danced before

Sorry, couldn’t resist X_X

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After roughly a quarter of an hour scanning around the streets, searching for somebody, anybody, to talk to with both her nose and eyes Neela had finally given up, despite her hopes the streets seemed intent on remaining lifeless and barren, just another strike to add to a long list against this particular part of Halifax. Having grown bored with scanning the streets Neela now lay on her back on the rooftop, enjoying the cool feeling of the thin layer of snow as it melted into her back and watching the clouds, her eyes picking out shapes and patterns in the fluffy constructs as they floated across the sky. There wasn't actually much to see this far out from the city centre, either humans had a myriad of other ways to amuse themselves or some of them were horribly boring creatures to live in a place such as the one she was in now, rows of identical houses dominating uniform streets.

Neela wondered the sort of humans that would willingly live in such a place, so devoid of life and variety. The inner city had its buildings and presumably, when it was inhabited, its bustle and the wild had plants and trees. This halfway point between the two worlds had neither and actually living here would have driven the collie mad within days, as it was she was extremely eager to move on. At soon as she found the energy to tear herself from cloud watching that was at the moment the sky was doing an admirable job of holding her interest, the barely suppressed snow creating a plethora of interesting sights in the sky for one willing to look for them.

The inner city was much more interesting simply by merit of the tall buildings, massive structures that Neela found fascinating for no reason other than that they were so far beyond what Luperci could build. At least most Luperci, she had heard that some on the European continent were more human-like in their lifestyle, perhaps they had built structures like these. Visiting them would be nice, but something that Neela realistically accepted as an impossible dream. Even if she was able to get over there somehow, the Meria was nowhere near large enough to whether the storms and carry the supplies for such a trip, she had no way of knowing where to search or even if her target existed, so her daydreams of massive Luperci-made skyscrapers remained that, daydreams.

Neela was just taking a small sip of whiskey, savouring the liquid in the absence of company, when something tore her from her thoughts, the sound of somebody walking through snow, the heavy sound identifying the encroaching stranger as a large wolf simply by the volume of the thuds and crackles. Curious and hopeful Neela sat up, swinging her legs so that they were once more hanging over the edge of the building.

Neela's nostrils flared instinctively as the stranger came into sight but to no avail, the wind was not with her enough to overcome the height distance between the two, probably how the stranger hadn’t noticed her on the roof. Deprived of smell Neela instead resorted to sight, casting a curious eye on the figure below which soon turned appreciative, though Neela quickly stifled those emotions.

The canine below her looked to be a wolf by his ears and his size; very few animals that Neela could think of held the combination of those ears and the potential for such size as was displayed by the stranger below. The wolf was tall and well built, muscles clearly visible beneath the males thick, dark brown, fur. It was the build which had drawn Neela's appreciative eye at first, though she quickly forced herself to move onto his other features, looking for any identifying signs that would give her a clue who this was.

Neela found nothing that hinted to where this wolf hailed from, though chances were if she did see such a thing she would have missed it, though she did note several other features about him, such as the way his dark mane was pulled back and the massive sword slung over his back.

Neela considered the male below her, worrying one lip with her teeth as she thought. On one hand she thought that she had caught a hint of anger on the wolfs face as he ahd passed her, though his path had taken him past far enough she could no longer see his face to confirm it, but on the other hand here was exactly what she had wanted, somebody to talk to and hopefully drink with, handed to her on a platter! And it was an attractive platter too.

The last thought was what stayed Neela's voice. There had been a reason the collie hadn’t even considered seeking a mate in the two months that she had been here, despite having settled into a comfortable home, Neela was unsure if she felt comfortable putting herself so close to the first male that had proved even remotely tempting since she had arrived. Neela spent several seconds debating this in her mind before she noticed that the stranger was slowly but certainly moving away from her.

"'ello down there!" Neela's voice, soft but loud, rang down through the streets, the hand bearing a her bottle of whiskey raised in a gentle wave of greeting as she waved down to the wolf. After all, she reasoned to herself as she waited for a response, there was no harm in just looking right? Neela was a grown dog, she could control herself.

She would have to, there was no way she was letting anybody get as close to her as Julian had. Not until she could trust herself, something she doubted she would ever be able to do. Until that long distant day finally arrived, if it ever did, Neela would force herself away from those she might love, just as unwilling to expose another to the danger that she represented as she was to love somebody else only to loose them again, just like Julian.

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Tony Marino-Knight · 01-28-2012, 12:03 PM

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His ears flicked up before he turned around at the sound of the woman's voice. He didn't know her and of course he was smart enough to stay away from strangers and avoid any contact with them, this he had been taught by his mother as a young boy. All of the Marino-night children had been cautioned strictly on this rule. But his mother wasn't here and he was a grown man wasn't he? With a sword and with muscles. With a well informed mind and strong morals. So why shouldn't the boy, no, the man of over a year old now have a say in what he did? Tony still didn't know that he was still a child for a few moons longer now and while he had grown out of his father's stories about Fenris and the like, it still didn't mean he knew how to be an adult. To him act and be were similar things, if not the same, but as they weren't it led to a very misinformed young man. Turning around he looked up, giving the woman a beaming smile.

One word sprung to mind as he glanced up at the woman. While she was older than him by quite a ways, the word beautiful came to mind. Tony gawped slightly and then recovered enough to speak, 'Hey' his Scotch tones called out. 'Why don't ya come down here?' he asked. After ll wouldn't he get a better view if they were on the same level.

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Neela Garcia · 01-28-2012, 02:14 PM

OOC Ended due to busyness by both parties.

Neela and Tony chatted for a bit and then wandered around the city, talking and eventually Neela helped Tony find the weapons that he was looking for. The two then relaxed and talked for a while longer before parting ways.

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