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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 10, 2012 19:37:02 GMT -5
Two years ago, late summer.
Richard took care to step over the large limb, he was headed to one of his favorite parts of the city. It was an old playground, quickly forgotten when mothers stopped letting their children out of their sights let alone out of the house. The playground was easily reclaimed by nature, knee high grass now grew where dark mulch used to blanket the ground, a padding for when children played a little to hard and fell down. Pushing forward Richard made his way to the skeleton of swingset, one of the chains was snapped leaving the swing to dangle sideways, brushing the ground as a vine attempted to slowly grow up it.
Richard bypassed that swing, setting his eyes one of the other four, choosing the third one automatically. Three was his lucky number, he'd waited three days in his hotel room before leaving. He'd spent three years away from the heart of the city waiting out the brunt of the riots. And he only slept in one place for three days, moving on afterwards. Threes were careful and threes kept him safe.
He sank into the swings seat slowly, hearing the creek as it took his weight. He wrapped his slim hands around the rusted chains then shoved his feet into the ground and swang. He felt the tall grass brush across his legs clad in skinny jeans coupled with a simple fitted designer white tee as the swing squeaked a steady rhythm as he swung higher and higher still.
Leaning back he stared at the sky, something that hadn't changed much since the world ended. If anything it had gotten better, the smog had cleared leaving the true blue sky for anyone left to see it. Losing himself in the clouds he swang.
"Beautiful." He told himself, his guard completely down, this wasn't douche Richard and this wasn't player Richard. This was Richard who actually enjoyed nature.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 10, 2012 19:53:48 GMT -5
"Damnit, ow! Fucking bird!" Athena cursed loudly, a bird ramming into her and squawking away, startled by a human in the sky.
"Have you never seen a girl with wings before?! Geez!" She complained about the bird as though she were in normal traffic, yelling at a driver who wasn't paying attention to which side they were on.
Her massive wings beat the wind, the chill of the air rushed down her spine in wonderful bliss. She loved flying now, high above the nearly destroyed earth. It was her place now to escape reality.
Athena's neck began to bleed, the bird had dug its claws into it trying to scramble away. She pulled her hand up to her neck, trying to make the bleeding stop. But the blood seeped through her fingers, falling to the ground below.
"I should probably land and find some sort of pharmacy. I don't need an infection..." She muttered, her body now straight up and down, not belly down like she was when she flew. The rhythm of her wings flapping began to slow, and she slowly descended to the playground beneath her. She thought she spotted a person swinging on the swingset, but thought nothing of it because they were more than likely gifted. And hopefully they would take pity on her for being mauled by a bird, and not try to kill her at this moment.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 10, 2012 20:20:23 GMT -5
Richard eyes snapped back into focus as the rustle of wings broke the idyllic surrounding. His demeanor immediately changed from relaxed to stiff and abrasive. Who dared intrude on his grove, who left wouldn't understand the need that everyone felt of contemplate and cope with the worlds end. Who could be so rude as to bother him.
Leaning forward in his swing Richard scanned the area, his eyes pinpointed the disturbance. A gifted with wings, and female at that. His eyes roamed her body in appreciation, not to bad. Stupid bird girl, he thought when he saw the blood on her neck, and groaned internally. Who was stupid enough to get hurt. Instead he set his face in an easy smile, charming and dapper once again.
"Angel," He called out to her standing as though he wanted to go to her in aid, "Are you badly injured?" He asked moving towards her as a gust of wind chilled him, he currently stood up wind from her. She couldn't smell him yet, lucky for her.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 10, 2012 20:30:48 GMT -5
Athena looked to the boy who called out to her, and shrugged, "I'm not sure, a bird attacked me in the sky. How bad is it? I just know there's blood." She asked, being somewhat kind.
She pulled her hand away, and let it drop to her side. The deep red blood began to drip down onto her white tank top, and onto her bare leg that were only hardly covered up with shorts.
Her blonde hair had already begun to stick itself to her wound. Her tank top clung to her in an odd way, perhaps because she wore no bra. She hasn't been able to find one that fit her lately at any sort of Victoria's Secret. Who would've thought? Almost every one she had visited was out of bras.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 10, 2012 20:50:28 GMT -5
Richard drew a little closer examining her wound. It wasn't pretty.
"I would suggest we do something about that." He contemplated and grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. "Here." He balled it up and handed out to her, still standing a distance away from her. "Hold this to it, to stem the bleeding." He told her while a rush of cool air hit his skin, causing a ripple of shivers to cascade down his back and abdomen.
He flexed his pecs waiting for her to do as he asked. He was thinking of where they may be able to find some first aid. It was a little hard to come by now with the population thinking they'd be able to cure themselves with neosporin and band aids. Their best bet may be just to start raiding homes.
Why was he going through trouble to help her anyway, he wondered looking at her again, oh yeah, cause she's kinda cute.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 10, 2012 20:57:38 GMT -5
Athena nodded, taking his shirt and placing it on her neck.
She couldn't help but glance at his body, it seemed nice and...wow did he smell fantastic.
"Are you wearing cologne?" She asked, wondering why someone now-a-days would even wear it, let alone find it. Her eyes snapped back up to his face, and she pressed the shirt down a little harder on her neck.
Her blue toes curled, feeling the brush of the tall grass against her feet and legs. It felt odd, her feet touching the ground. She probably hadn't been on solid ground in almost 24 hours. She had been flying around, exploring and somewhat searching for her sister, Apollo. She hadn't had a good meal in a while either, so her stomach was beginning to feel like it was digesting itself.
Her stomach growled, loud. But Athena acted as though nothing had happened, not wanting to complain about being hungry, knowing so many other people had it so much worse off than her.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 11, 2012 7:11:41 GMT -5
Richard shifted his weight from foot to foot, feeling anxious seeing her sniff. He couldn't have her passing out if she was bleeding so hard. He took a step away from her slowly and turned on his heel to leave the park. His mind tried to visualize the neighborhood beyond theses trees. He'd stayed in some of theses houses before and remembered a yellow front house that was pretty well stocked when he'd been there. Their best bet might be to try there.
"Come." He told he pushing through the tall grass to leave the park, his shoes crushing down a path slowly. "We'll check this house and see if we can find any first aid and food." He'd noticed her stomach, perhaps she didn't live like him scavenging and making stockpiles and rationing it so he'd never have to go hungry.
He slowly took long easy strides up to the door of the quant yellow house. He took care to open the door carefully even though it was already broke down and smashed in. He held the door open for her, inadvertently forcing her to pass closely to him.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 11, 2012 11:45:15 GMT -5
Athena nodded, then begun to follow this man. She turned she shirt over on her neck, trying to wipe up as much blood as she possibly could. Her wings lay on her back, the tips of her pearly white feathers brushed the ground, no hint of gold since she didn't feel threatened by this boy.
He probably had some sort of pointless power, like being able to glow or run ridiculously fast. She chuckled on the inside, wondering what sort of ability he possessed.
She looked at the yellow house they approached, it's door smashed in and the windows were all broken. She carefully climbed up the steps, not wanting to get a splinter in her foot.
"Thank you," she nodded at him while he held the broken door for her.
He sure did smell intoxicating, like roses and flowers, but a hint of drying paint, like he was toxic in some way. She stopped for a moment in the doorway, looking him over and then her eyes landing on his. Her bright yellow eyes narrowed in wonder, and slight suspicion.
She shook it away, and stepped inside.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 11, 2012 12:34:27 GMT -5
You should plrobably wear shoes." he told her grinning as she followed her inside letting the door shut gently behind him. Grinning at the way she reacted and wondered how he smelled to her, remembering her earlier comment about cologne. Yes he did wear a natural cologne that smelled different to everyone.
He strode past her touching her shoulder breifly in a short flirty motio and strode into the kitchen area, everything was covered in a film of dust but surprisingly it wasn't as ransacked as some homes. In a twisted sense it might still be able to pass as a home.
He began opening cabinets as though this was his home and he simply was looking for something. Quickly he located a first aid kit hidden in a false Panelling. Be kept looking sticking his arm as far in as possible before he pulled a few can out. Carrying the to the kitchen table he sat the down proudly.
"Let me fix you up," he patted the table wanting her to sit infront of him. Before he opened the kit he pulled out a hunting knife from his pants pocket an pried the lid open to a can of soup. "For you." He set it on the table and cracked open the first aid kit pulling out gauze and sanitizer.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 11, 2012 12:48:15 GMT -5
Athena walked into the kitchen, shrugging at his comment about shoes. She didn't like wearing them, since she was almost never walking anymore, she saw no need for them. She was trying to build up the strength in her wings, just in case she ran into someone she needed to knock across the room. Her wings were already ridiculously strong, but she wanted to be stronger.
She laid his shirt on the counter top "sorry I ruined your shirt," she laughed slightly, feeling bad that it was now drenched in her blood, and it stuck to itself in a burgundy ball of cloth.
She climbed up onto the countertop, adjusting her wings so they were slightly relaxed on the table, so she wouldn't sit on her feathers.
Athena watched as the man opened a can of soup for her, a soft smile playing on her lips. Nobody had been this nice to her in a long time. People would usually run her off, or try to kill her. She hoped he didn't ask her full name. Her last name Diorio usually gave away who she was, and what her family had done to the world.
"Hopefully he didn't pay attention to the news" she thought to herself.
She picked up the can of freshly opened soup, bringing it up to her lips. She sipped at it, like she really needed to save the contents.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 12, 2012 9:28:09 GMT -5
"It's just a shirt." Richard said not looking up at her while he spoke. He was concentrating on riffling through the first aid kit. It was pretty well stocked and soon he found everything he needed. Cracking open the peroxide he wet a cotton ball.
"I'm sorry angel but this will sting a little." He told her reaching to push back her hair. "You might want to hold your breath." It was an odd request but Richard feared being so close to her while she was in pain might intensify his effects and make her more likely to pass out. He shot her a large smile hoping to persuade her to not think to much of his requests. "What is your name angel?"
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 12, 2012 11:13:48 GMT -5
Athena looked at him quizzically, but took another sip of her soup.
She set the can aside, then looked back up to the boy, wondering if she should tell him her name.
"My name is Athena." She simply stated, not wanting to give away her last name. She would avoid that at all cost, especially since he was so close, he could strike so easily.
She took a deep breath, and held it. Her head begun to spin, her eyes becoming splotchy. A bloody hand came up to her face, and rested on her forehead.
She had probably just lost too much blood.
Her eyes mashed shut, trying to get the circles and black masses to go away from her sight.
Athena curled her blue toes, trying to concentrate on keeping her head up and not breathing. She awaited the pain of the peroxide.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 12, 2012 12:20:22 GMT -5
"Hey, hey, hey!" he told her stouching her cheek, "Eyes open." he told her and then touched the peroxide to the wound, and started meticulously cleaning out her wound.
"My names Richard."" he told her finished cleaning the wound. "now I just need to wrap it up. " he put a gauze under it and wrapped a whit bandage all around her neck, finishing by using her hair back in place.
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Post by Athena Diorio on Oct 12, 2012 13:01:23 GMT -5
"Ow, ow, ow" she breathed out through clenched teeth.
She pried her eyes open, staring at Richards chest. She studied his skin, keeping her mind off the searing pain on her neck. She smiled slightly when he told her his name, "nice to meet you" she breathed out, still trying to hold her breath. It was becoming a bit harder now though, her head felt like it wasn't even attached to her body, like she wasn't even siting on the counter top.
She clenched her hands together, not wanting to fall over from the pain and loss of blood.
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Post by Richard Gades on Oct 12, 2012 17:21:54 GMT -5
"You're all done now. " stepping back away from herc trying to give her space. His aroma was a pain at times, times like this when he needed to be close to people but not cause them pain. "I disinfected it, so you shouldn't they an infection as long as you keep the bandaging clean." he told he told her sitting on the edge of the sink. Mildly curious if any water would come out even if the facets were not rusted shut. "so what's your story?" He asked her it was standard for him to swap stories with those he met.
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