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Post by Demetrio on Jan 11, 2010 12:07:50 GMT -5
"Luck, I suppose. But you seem to be the luckier one."
Lucky? Him? Haha, how funny. There were few times in his life when Demetrio had considered himself truly lucky. Most of the time, however, Lady Luck always seemed to go against him. Every so often she would throw a morsel his way and hope for the best. He did what he could with what he got and any other resources he had on hand.
Thinking back on the occurrence as Emby wandered off to get more wood, Demetrio supposed this instance could be classified as one of those times he was lucky. If it wasn't for her he would be dead right now. And that would be a bad thing. He mentally added this to his list of lucky times before he thought any more about it. Demetrio spent the rest of the time Emby was gone trying to keep warm and running "Luck Be A Lady" by Frank Sinatra in his head. |
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 11, 2010 18:52:09 GMT -5
Emby, slightly bigger twigs then the ones before in hand. She dropped them beside the fire with a soft huff. She sat back down, her legs crossed. She picked two twigs up and threw them into the fire. She looked to Demetrio, who seemed to have something going through his mind. She lifted her hands to the fire. "Warmer yet?" she asked him, not sure really what to say. In all respects, he was a stranger to her.
Everyone was a stranger to her in Freakopolis. Well, except Jacob and Sulley but sometimes even they were strange. She was never good at conversing with new people, let alone mutants. |
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Post by Demetrio on Jan 14, 2010 23:03:31 GMT -5
Demetrio nodded and sent a small smile in the girl's direction. He was much warmer now, thanks to the small fire she had gotten going. Again, brilliant thinking on her part. He had basic survival skills for such things, but after his little diving mission, he doubted his brain would've functioned well enough for some time before it came up with the same idea. No matter how cold the temperature was at the moment.
A sudden yawn came upon him and he raised a hand to cover his mouth until it ended. He wasn't sure how late in the day it was, or if he was just exhausted because of the water, but there it was. A glance at Emby told him that she seemed somewhat uncomfortable in the silence between them. Demetrio wasn't affected in the slightest by it, having gotten used to lone, silent nights around a fire long ago. He decided to break the silence for her sake and get some small conversation going.
"So, what's your story?" He asked calmly. "How'd you end up in this glorious place?"
The sarcasm in his voice was highly evident in that last sentence. |
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Post by Emby Foster on Jan 18, 2010 17:06:01 GMT -5
Emby smiled softly in return. She pulled her knees to her chest, the usual position for her and rested her head in between her knees. Her arms were locked around her legs. The silence was strong. She could hear her breathing, Demetrio's breathing and the small crackling of the fire. They were all distinct, making Emby feel a little off balance.
She glanced to him when he yawned then quickly turned her head away, seeing as he glanced at her. She silently huffed, the short hairs near the front of her face flew up and then settled around her nose, tickling it. She wiggled it, instead of raising her hand to wipe the hairs away.
She looked back to Demetrio as he spoke, glad for the break of silence. She smiled, her eyes slightly amused. "Nothing good. Got away from the guard once, when they came for my dad but it was just luck. My mutation hadn't revealed itself. Once it did, my mom and me were off, moving every six months or so. Guess we didn't move around enough because I was at school one day and they came. The only time it was really important for me to run away, my legs failed me. I kind wish my mom was there sometimes, just so I could've said goodbye. Lord knows what's going on in our house right now. She's human." Emby's arms shook as she recalled the memories but she locked them tighter around her legs.
She knew Sulley wouldn't be happy that she told a stranger her whole life's story basically but he didn't need to know she shared. He was big on secrets but Emby wasn't. She didn't see how Demetrio could use this knew found information against or that he would. "So, what's yours?" |
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Post by Demetrio on Jan 22, 2010 11:11:15 GMT -5
Demetrio listened attentively as Emby spoke. Her story was something familiar to him because he had a similar background, albeit drastically different in certain details. He placed a hand at his lower back and stretched. As his back arched he felt some of the subtle kinks in his muscles pop free. Ah, that felt better.
"So, what's yours?"
Even though he had asked the question of her, he was still a little taken aback when he was presented with it himself. Demetrio was one that tried to learn from his past but not relive it or tell others of it. His eye gave a twitch as he decided to give her an edited version. There were some details that he would rather not have other people know.
"Never even heard of this place until I got here, except rumors that were so far removed from the source that they weren't thought to be credible. Of course, I get here and find out they're all true." Demetrio sighed. "My grandfather raised me most of my childhood after both of my parents died. I was forced to leave home after an incident with another mutant resulted in him wanting to kill me. He followed me wherever I went, so I was only able to stay in one place two or three months before I was found again. Never did find out how he did it every time, without fail. Ten years we played cat and mouse. Well, it was one night after a confrontation with him that a group of guards cornered me. Woke up in here with a painful headache and a large bump on the head."
Demetrio yawned. During his story he hadn't reflected much emotion in his voice or on his face. The past was the past and there would be little gained from experiencing past misfortunes. |
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Post by Emby Foster on Feb 14, 2010 18:10:44 GMT -5
Emby looked over at Demetrio as he spoke. Her eyebrows has a slight crease between them as she listened to his story. Her eyes slowly widened throughout. She knew how horrible life on the run was. The constant need to look over one's shoulder...it gets to you. She remembered when she began to see shadows around her. Of course, now that she thought about it, they could have been guards tailing her. She would never know though. No secrets were ever revealed in Freakopolis. At least, not the actual place's secrets.
"What happened to the other mutant?" she asked softly, curiosity gnawing at her. She knew it was none of her business and if he said so, well, that was that. She unwrapped one arm from around her legs and picked up more sticks, throwing them into the dying fire. It was small and if Emby's mutation wasn't blocked, she could have controlled the fire. She didn't mind Demetrio as company though. The fire grew bright for a moment as the sticks hit it but settled back down again.
Emby saw Demetrio's yawn, and wondered if it was out of boredom or exhaustion. (sorry, shorrrt!) |
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Post by Demetrio on Feb 17, 2010 10:00:16 GMT -5
"What happened to the other mutant?"
The shrug he gave in reaction to her question was both answer and dismissal of the subject. He truly did not know what had happened to the cat to his mouse. All he knew was that the man was not in Freakopolis, he'd looked.
"No idea. I just know he's not here and I don't have to constantly look over my shoulder anymore. That is why I choose to stay, for now."
Demetrio gave a dismissive wave of his hand to proclaim the personal history discussion finished. No longer was he in the mood for divulging his past and only stopped digging into hers to be fair. Life never had been fair in the first place, but Demetrio tried to force it to be when he was able. There would be no harm in doing so now.
"What do you think of the factions?"
Ah, subject change. (Sorry, mine's short, too.) |
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