Post by Callan Serea on May 3, 2013 16:21:18 GMT -5
A splish and a splash, the sound of something slapping the water. Callan floated lazily on her back, lifting her black scaled tail slowly, before letting it drop back to the water with a wet slap. She sighed, closing her eyes against the sun bearing down on her pale skin. She was feeling a tad lazy, but she was hungry. She was so sick of the fish, wanted a sweeter tasting meat. Of course, she knew exactly where to find such a delicacy….
Rolling over onto her stomach, she silently slipped into the depths of the waters and began to swim. Approaching the coast of Washington, she shivered, this water was cold. It was summer time, but it was colder than Brazil in the winter! But she had heard so much about New England that she simply had to visit. Maybe tonight she’d go visit some over-credited monument, and grab a meal on the way. A human meal. No, not a meal made by humans, they had a disgusting tendency to cook their meat, but an actual human meal.
Once close to the shore, she changed. Her black scales retreated, becoming skin, and her tail morphed; splitting itself into two legs. Eventually the fins formed into feet, dividing into the strange little things they called toes. Nude, she clambered onto the beach, wondering where she would steal some clothing.
Post by Rurik Sokol on May 3, 2013 18:24:50 GMT -5
Rurik hated waking up after sleeping for a day straight, his body was getting weaker as this kept up. Sighing heavily Rurik looked down the road before crossing the street. Walking out towards the beach he decided to take a walk while he had a break.
His mind was fried, he had spent days trying to figure out how to finish this damn power cell. Without it it would take so much power to just run this machine. It would be useless without a stable power source that will last longer then 5 seconds.
Closing his eyes he stood there silently, breathing the fresh air and trying to clear his mind. It was needed to figure out the solution for his problem. The black market was useless for this and the government wouldn't know where to begin.
Post by Callan Serea on Jun 23, 2013 17:42:52 GMT -5
The blessing of clothing came from a home near the beach, hosting a party. Well, it was not really a blessing, for Callan found the feeling of clothing very strange against her skin, especially those rough blue pants everyone seemed to wear, called jeans. Plus, half the time she stole clothes they didn’t fit quite right, and Callan much preferred going without. All she ever did have was a scrap of cloth that she found pretty because it shimmered, and the mermaid was found of pretty things. Anyhow, the nude female came across a beach side home, with clothing forgotten on the drying line over night. People were making loud noises inside, and almost every light was flicked on. Dozens of bodies could be seen, cramped together in some sort of orgy in dance, through most of the visible windows. Callan grabbed a simple dress, and pulled it over her head. It was plain blue, and hung loosely around her figure, it would do- Callan could blend in much easier in a loose dress, for humans tended to be angry at nudes depending on which beach she clambered on and how far inland she went.
Despite the fact that she could easily swipe one of the humans from the party, Callan decided against it. Humans with too much alchohol in their system had a bitter taste, and she would much rather something tastier. Drunk humans were also simply too easy, taking away from the thrill of the hunt. So Callan decided to return to the beach, for if she were near her natural element she would have much more at her disposal to use in the killing of the human. She wandered along the coast for a good hour, her hair and skin effectively drying off. It felt uncomfortable, so she wandered closer to the water, keeping her feet wet.
Today must have been her lucky day, for she soon came across a human. He was fit, nice tender meat, and he was alone- at night at the beach. She smiled to herself, looking forward to her meal.
Post by Rurik Sokol on Jul 7, 2013 21:32:00 GMT -5
Reaching his arms out in front of him he used their weight to help him sit up straight. Sand fell off his body as he moved slowly, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair and shake out the sand from his damp black hair. Opening his eyes he sighed heavily, reaching into his pocket he pulled out he cellphone. Checking the message he got while sleeping. Chuckling at the message he shook his head and deleted it. Some men would go to the lengths of chopping off their own arm to get a mechanical one. It surprised him that people were this desperate to be better. Although Rurik isn't one to speaking ill about them doing that, if he let his ocd take over he would of been robotic a long time ago.
The sound of people partying could be heard from down the beach, looking down towards the house he saw a woman in what looked like a blue dress. Assuming she was a girl that was in the party out to get some air or going home he looked back to the ocean and let his mind wander on the situation at hand. Slipping his fingers into his pocket he pulled out the phone and started typing ideas down, helping sort them out in his mind to think more clearly.
Post by Callan Serea on Aug 25, 2013 16:52:51 GMT -5
Callan was quite delighted to see a human. He seemed alone, his only company a small little device in his hands she had come to know is called a ‘phone’. She did not know what he was doing with the contraption, and nor did she care. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation for her next meal. And he seemed quite delicious, in more ways than one.
Approaching him cautiously, a fake caution meant to make her look shy, she looked at him curiously. “What are you doing out here all alone?” She asked, before hiding her face to seem as if she hid a blush. “Oh, how rude. I meant to say hello. I’m Callan.”
She extended her right hand to shake his. If he took it, she would react fast. Her left hand would come slamming upwards, her reactions quicker than a human’s. She would pop his elbow the wrong way, before burying her teeth in his arm, with all intents of ripping it off. But unless that happened, she would simply smile sweetly.
