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Post by IDONIA WESTERGARD on Jun 23, 2010 19:08:32 GMT -5
Bury all my secrets in your skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sin. [/size][/color]
Idonia was not entirely clothed in black today, though it couldn’t be classed as the most lightest of colors, crimson was a shade that suited her pale complexioned and light hair color. Despite wearing a different colour her style was still the same, the same pants, the same corset and shirt with her weapons straddled to her side and sometimes strung to her back. Idonia wasn’t the image of elegance, her presence held some grace but knowing her personally you would get a totally different feel on her, the way she carried herself to them would be seen as quite daunting, Idonia herself was daunting if you managed to push her buttons enough.
Nebulapolis, a city that she didn’t travel to frequently but more than none managed to find herself there, Idonia was given word that Nebupolis was a place for those seeking danger and excitement, the statement alone drew her in, but now she was here in the dead centre Idonia felt that she might just have to rethink trying to stir up trouble here, especially on her own.
Idonia walked through the streets aimlessly, the small echoing tap as the rubber wedge of her boot slapped against the stone work that laid beneath her. The buildings in the area held a eerie and daunting feel about them that she couldn’t quite put her finger on and neither did she want too. Nebulapolis itself was a very intimidating city, guards and soldiers around every corner- you would certainly have to be mad to try and pick pocket here.
The thought had crossed her mind, Idonia was a woman for danger and having a good goose chase around the city with a lot of metal clad guards seemed like a good thought but after careful analysis of their build and weapons, it would be against her better judgement to actually start something that will ultimately end in her death or a lifetime in prison which was just as bad as death these days. So far no guard had to be suspicious of her, Idonia would look like any other woman that dressed similarly to a boy minus the curves that won her so much money.
Coming towards a small inn, it’s sign just outside stated ‘the weavers arms’, Idonia was mesmerized by the sweet smell of cooking meat and freshly brewed ale. She shook her head, she didn’t have enough money to be wasting it on things that she didn’t need and were plainly bought for pleasure. “Goddamnit.” Idonia cursed quietly to herself, she would have to wait outside the inn to avoid any unwanted spending of her well earned money, or other’s well earned money. This would save her few odd pieces of coins but at the same time Idonia could at least smell the food and imagine eating it.
Idonia shook her leather gloved hands, before pushing them through her long locks, pulling them up slightly and tying them neatly with a thin black ribbon to save any unwanted stray hairs from falling into her vision.
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wordcount:Enough
Muse: Highish
Tagged: Vladimir
Notes: Sorry it‘s kinda sucky D;
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Post by VLADIMIR ILOSSA on Jun 25, 2010 1:19:48 GMT -5
 . . "Really, did you guys have to throw me out the window for no apparent reason?"
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It was a rather quiet afternoon at the Neuopolis. Several heavily armed guards and your average regular civilians were off doing their own business. A particular young warrior walked down the streets of the city, lazily taking his time to go to his usual place, not a lot of warriors came to that place, but the bar fights happened to be rather common in this area. As soon as he entered the Inn he walked up to the counter and said, “The usual if you’d be so kind, old man.”
“Yup, freshly brewed ale and cooked squid, I know what you want Vladimir, besides you came to this place dozens of times already.” The bartender grinned. People in this area knew Vladimir, they happened to be quite fond of him unlike many of his comrades-in-arms counterparts. He didn’t know why they liked him so much, but whatever the reason was he was getting a good discount on drinks and food. It’s not like he can complain about that anyway.
Vladimir shrugged, “This is the only place I can relax in. Besides, a guy's gotta make a little effort if he wants to lay down somewhere for a while.” However, that peaceful environment was soon broken when a wooden door burst open and the horde of brutes rushed in, laughing as if they accomplish something great. All hell broke loose after that. As soon as they came in they started fighting before drinking, and this was one of the many reasons why Vladimir despised his own kingdom’s military. Many of them were brutes that had the muscles, but not the mind and the ability to be able to relax.
The bartender sighed as he slid a large cup of ale and a plate of cooked squid down the counter, “It seems like they had a small skirmish and had a small victory.”
“I see…. Somethings never change, huh?”
Today, the inn became rowdier than usual. Vladimir usually came here to drink just for the peace of mind, but the warriors that returned from a small skirmish that happened and they were celebrating with beer and a massive bar fight. Wooden chairs, pieces of food and glass cups were flying right above his head. How can anyone drink in peace while this chaos was going on? He placed the glass cup on the counter, sighing as he looked indifferently behind him. There was a massive fist fight going on, really Vladimir kept asking himself why these guys couldn’t take thing easy and relax for once. A lot of Aesir warriors were intense just about at everything.
Vladimir quickly gulped down the entire drink and stuffed down the entire cooked squid down his throat before paying the man who served him the snack. He didn’t exactly want to get involved in this entire mess, so he had to eat and drink quickly or else he might unintentionally get dragged into one of their fights; however, that was too late. One of the warriors grabbed him by his back collar and threw him out the window, thus making a loud shattering noise and making him land on a pile of wooden buckets. The objects flew into the air, and painfully one of them happened to sit on his head.
He lifted the bucket off of his head, “What a pain in the ass.” Vladimir mumbled as he adjusted the massive sword on his back. This was how he was treated from his fellow comrades, despite that he didn't really mind, nor had enough thoughts to care. Also, he was far too lazy to fight back against them despite that he could've easily taken them all on.
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Notes;; Yes, this is what he goes through with everyday.
Muse;; High
Listening to;; Nothing.
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Post by IDONIA WESTERGARD on Jun 25, 2010 6:24:49 GMT -5
Bury all my secrets in your skin
Come away with innocence and leave me with my sin. [/size][/color]
Despite the growl o her stomach and the heat radiating down on her, on everyone so harshly, though that just could have been the case for her, Idonia was used to the shade and shadows. She was never one for hot summer’s days and much preferred the rain and thunder storms. They held a certain excitement tat sunny days would not offer too her. Summer was for lazy people, it was to time to relax and take advantage of slacking off. ‘ Healthy and safety reasons.’
Leaning on the wall just outside the Inn Idonia got this chance to study those walking in and out, most were mainly soldiers with a sense of achievement. Most were thick and muscle bound which Idonia always stereotyped with also being of the ‘slower’ mental power, all about smashing and bashing that actual tactical reasoning and elements of surprise. But Idonia couldn’t solely base that every butch guy had the mental capacity of a squirrel- She would claim that it would be wrong and judging of her yet Idonia waited for the day she would be proven wrong.
The rogue hadn’t had the best of days, she came to the city for excitement but found herself with second thoughts and an empty stomach. Idonia was more annoyed by her second thoughts, usually she would jump at the chance for a good cat and mouse chase, but today was hot and though however painful to admit Idonia got lazy on sunny days just as everyone else. Light blue eyes scanned more patrons as they walked in, before a ruckus inside caught her attention.
Idonia took a few steps away from the wall and began to slowly walk towards the window, which seemed a lot safer to do then actually walk into a giant mess of guards. Her head tired to make out the scene through the thick, cracked and unfortunately dust ridden. Just as Idonia managed to make something out, a large object was being thrown towards the window.
“Oh crap.”
A man crashed through the window, Idonia fell back a few steps, her foot pattern slipping causing her to fall back on her butt, the glass fortunately missed her. Through a short wince, not from pain but the idea that her reflexes had failed her miserably, her eyes finally fell on the man whom she had shortly recognised walking into the inn before.
-- “What a pain in the ass.”
Idonia laughed shortly as she managed to pull herself up from the ground. “You’re telling me.” she replied whilst rubbing her lower back to get rid of the mild ache. Idonia now got a better view of the fight inside the Inn- she suddenly felt better for not going in, it looked as if they were picking a fight on just about anyone.
“Bucket head want to tell me why you got thrown threw a window almost flattening me?” Idonia swiped the dirt from her clothes as well as adjusting her own holsters blades. Taking note of his actual size there is a good chance he could of flattened her, not pointing towards him being lardy but like the soldiers more muscle bound. The image made her shudder- it didn’t seem like a good way to go. Crushed by man thrown out of the window.
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wordcount:Enough
Muse: Highish
Tagged: Vladimir
Notes: Haha x3
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