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Post by Meems Turner on Dec 28, 2009 10:25:01 GMT -5
" Yeah.. I also think that there is another Earth, and it's something obvious that we pushed to the side and forgot about. " Meems says. She crosses her arms over her chest, feeling kind've cold. " You know, I think it's kind've weird that no one, except us, are ever out at this hour. "
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Post by Racheal on Dec 28, 2009 10:34:51 GMT -5
" Theres not alot of people. Or were the only ones who leave the cabins. I dunno that is a good observasion. Here" He said. He took of his jacket he was wearing exposing his old baseball shirt. He handed it to her. " You looked cold" he said.
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Post by Meems Turner on Dec 28, 2009 10:47:34 GMT -5
Meems chuckles, " Ookay. " She slides on the jacket, a bit too baggy. She sighs, walking beside him, " Do you like being what you are? Or would you rather just be human? " She asks curiously.
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Post by Racheal on Dec 28, 2009 10:52:11 GMT -5
"Sometimes" he said." But theres reasons why i like being a vampire. The eternal life and things like that." He looked over at her. " What is your species anyways?"
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Post by Meems Turner on Dec 28, 2009 11:08:16 GMT -5
Meems grins, " Panther Shapeshifter, I am. " She chuckles, poking her finger through the hole in her rainbow glove. Meems yawns slightly. " It's not as exciting as being a vampire, though. "
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Post by Racheal on Dec 28, 2009 11:26:18 GMT -5
"Theres all ways perks to one species that the others don't have." He said. " What's so special about a vampire that you would want to be one?" he asked her.
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Post by Meems Turner on Dec 28, 2009 11:30:40 GMT -5
" I don't want to be one persay.. It just seems a lot more interesting, mysterious, and, well, exciting.. I mean all I can do is this.. " Meems takes a step away from him and transforms, her whole body reshapes and before your eyes is a sleek panther, with shining green eyes, making it more like Meems.
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Post by Racheal on Dec 28, 2009 11:32:56 GMT -5
" You could kick ass" he said. " Theres got to be more. But i would really like to see you back in human form because i'm afraid you might eat me." He said. " Please."
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Post by Meems Turner on Dec 28, 2009 11:35:47 GMT -5
She chuckles, changing back to her normal fire truck red self. " Wimp. " She says playfully. Meems slides off his jacket, " I'm a lot warmer now, So here ya go. " She offers it back to him.
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Post by Racheal on Dec 28, 2009 11:41:33 GMT -5
" You can keep it for a while. If you want. You might get cold again" he said. " I'm not a wimp by the way" he said. " Its just, i dunno the way you were standing looked like any second you would pounce and jump on me. It's not my fault."
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Post by Meems Turner on Dec 28, 2009 11:47:54 GMT -5
" I was being sarcastic, Lucas. And that's just the way wild cats look. " She sighs, holding the jacket. She plops down on a large rock, the moonlight falling upon her. Making her look genuinely beautiful unlike her usual ragged self.
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Post by Racheal on Dec 28, 2009 11:53:06 GMT -5
" Ill take the jacket back then" he said. He grabbed it and then sat on the ground. Was she pissed at him he thought to himself. What did i do? He looked up at her sitting there.
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Post by Meems Turner on Dec 28, 2009 12:05:36 GMT -5
Meems sighs, " I'm fine, Just a bit.. Befuddled, as always. " She gets up and continues to walk with him, " You know, I just find it weird because I've never had really any friends or anyone until I came here.. "
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Post by Racheal on Dec 28, 2009 12:07:54 GMT -5
"Same here" he said. " Well thats kinda my falult why i didnt have friends though. When they died i really didnt want to talk to anyone. I just kinda pushed people away until they got fed up enough to just forget about me. " He shook his head. " I regret that now though."
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Post by Meems Turner on Dec 28, 2009 12:14:25 GMT -5
Meems gives him an enouraging smile, " You have me, though I'm not much. " She chuckles and takes off her gloves and jacket, getting warm, because it was becoming warmer out. Beneath the jacket was a bright green form fitting long sleeved shirt. Meems observed the stars, her mouth silently muttering something. She was wishing on a star.
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