Olive's Big Début - Dominic

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[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=aebbc0] New Oreleans, the place he called home; through out his wanderings he always knew he'd come back here. This city's mixture of both the exotic and the feeling of home couldn't be beat, just wandering down a few different streets and alley ways left him feeling like he did when during his wandering days, and still the warm, thick atmosphere of home followed him. Hands in pockets, eyes turned downward at the cracking cement and sidewalks he felt something like anxiety slip over him. Looking up he saw it, saw the eyeless guest that would always appear when he felt that blanket of unease cover him. Eyeless, ghosts that had lost their eyes because eyes truly where the window to the soul; something they either were or had lost. It sent a familar shiver down his spine, curling around every bone and joint, causing his nerves to jump in activity and yet his mind seemed to slow. As if he were reduced to something that only knew survival; no emotions, to eliminate the immenent fear of seeing death in the face. It left him feeling awful and yet content at the same time; but shouldn't something so contradicting as a soul on earth leave you feeling just as contradicted? It seemed so. Stopping in the alleyway he had turned down, looking at the eyeless woman that barely 'looked' at him in return. Leaning against the alley way's walls, for support, he felt like he'd entered a beast. Looking over his shoulder the beast's mouth opened onto the street, onto civilization, but he was already so deep in the throat he wondered if escape was even a possibility. Really, he was used to this, it's just that he didn't want to be. He forced himself to feel like this was something he could run away from, forced himself to feel like this was a new experience, because to accept that he could see such things... It made life feel more expendable than he wanted it to be. "What do you want?" He asked, swallowing thickly and staring at that bright nose instead of those never ending pit's of grey that should have been it's eyes. This question made the woman stand taller, tilt her head to the side, obviously confused and too cautious to be hopeful yet. It looked around it, and then took a step forward instead of asking the question on it's mind. He nodded in response, and a relief came over it instantly. "I know you've been waiting," He continued, and again it nodded. "I knew someone like you would come, eventually." The voice was harmonic, but how to describe it... It was like the sound of hell's gates opening, creeking with tune and yet damneding all the same. This time, he took a step forward, and as it reached out, he recoiled. "I don't want to see how you died," It looked confused, but he refused to explain it to this ghost, this spirit, whatever you wanted to call it. Stubborn, and now tempted, it took another step toward him. Olive refused to go through it again, he'd done it once before and he'd never let it happen again. Turning, he ran back down the throat, throught he mouth of the alley, of the beast. His eyes flipped from left to right, and then he turned. Don't let it touch you! Running, he turned haphazardly, over and over again until he spotted a gate that had scrawled print across the top. LES JARDINS, it read proudly and be bolted inside. The sent of the flowers over powered his senses, and he shook his head as if to throw it away. Looking over his shoulder he saw nothing, and let a sigh of relief escape him. Walking deeper into the gardens he came to a circle like area, surrounded by greenery and only accompanied by the sound of a fountain. "Olive Clark," A voice said behind him, and as he turned he glimpsed the woman and she touched him. His eyes widened and he fell to his knees, falling mentally into a vortex of memories... [ OOC ] Tagged: None Notes: I tried. xD Outfit: Check It. I was listening to: Blue October

[DOMINIC THEOS]

It seems Dominic Theos was destined to forever be one who picked strays up off the street, poor creatures of the night who’d been abused and abandoned by the world. It seemed fitting though – that such a good natured being would be so compassionate. He had been grocery shopping, one of the few moments during the day that he found silence and solitude, otherwise he spent his time with Inora, something not at all bothersome but everyone needs just a little time to spend in their own head. While Nic was beyond a few generalizations that particular one he catered to gladly. He was dressed casually, lazily even, in a sweatshirt, baggy jeans and a pair of his most comfortable tennis shoes. It was just a bit chilly out. He held in one arm a large, brown paper bag filled to the brim with your everyday necessities with the occasional surprise for Ms. Makani thrown in.

He was an excellent caretaker, which is surprising considering he’d never been one to keep pets for very long – too much travel, he assumed. Dominic looked tired this evening, his defined jaw sported a five ‘o’ clock shadow where it would have usually been shaven clean and his eyes habitually given to glint with vigilance were somewhat dull with the apathy of disinterest. He was trudging along, minding his own business in hopes of reaching his home more quickly if he just kept to himself. Unfortunately we don’t always get what we want and what Nic presently wanted more than anything was to collapse into his bed’s welcoming folds and immerse himself in glorious sleep. Still, he chided himself and was sure to assure that slumber was on its way.

Rounding the second to last corner, the werewolf nearly fell to the ground when his legs grew entangled with something below eyelevel, a situation that would have doubtlessly caused him to dump his groceries all over the sidewalk. Luckily he very daintily leapt away from whatever it was hindering his shoes. This was the problem with taking the shortcut through the gardens – you were bound to find an adventure on one occasion if not more. By this time though it seemed he’d regained his composure as Nic presently peered down at the figure. It was a man, scruffy and wide eyed that seemed to be in something of a trance. His first instinct was to continue on but then again sometimes we don’t do what is most logical. Clearing his throat, he resisted the urge to ruffle the man’s hair in an amused greeting – they were not two children.

Still, this scenario clearly required that he begin the converseation. ”Pretty odd place to meditate don’tya think?” It was an plain observation, one that seemed to patronize its subject but really….why not venture into space in one’s own room rather than a public place where the possibility of something like this occurring was significantly higher. Breathing slowly through his nostrils, he stifled and impatient growl and shifted without bothering to take a step forward. Nic was tired. This guy had better just hurry up and respond.

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Tag // Olive
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[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=aebbc0] Oh course, what did you expect a dead woman from an alley way to die? Expecially in the middle of the city. She'd been raped, raped and then murdered; he wasn't sure who the man was, living in her shoes, but he felt her recognition of him and the sudden relief as he breathed out the words, Thank god, I though you were some, like, creep. He smiled, and took a few steps closer, and Olive knew what was going to happen. He felt like he was stuffed in a suit, in a suit of skin, and he twisted and screamed inside. He didn't want to relive this for her, but as her mouth opened it wasn't his screams of sudden panic, of pure hatred, that seeped out. It was the tentative question of Michael, stop it, you're creeping me the fuck out. Olive shoved his hands against the rubbery feeling of the body he was in, and his fingers clawed to escape from the inside out. He'd once, luckily enough, met another medium who had gone through the same things when a spirit touched him. He'd told him that you can escape, you just have to figure out how. It was different for each medium. Olive desperately wracked his brain, and as the woman was pushed down onto the alley way, the action reflecting the man looming over them's feelings, Olive's teeth gritted together. Pretty odd place to meditate don't ya think? Olive's eyes widened, who had said that? Could it be... He began to yell, "GET ME THE FUCK," and as he screamed the world around him shrank away, fading and he could only distantly feel the man's hands, "OUT OF HERE!" His latter words ripped him from the memory and he was left sitting up suddenly, screaming into the night's air three, mindless words. Breathing haphazardly, sharply, painfully his wide eyes looked around and swept right over the man that had, it seemed, reminded him of the outside world and helped pull him back. "Olive Clark," The spirit whispered, wide eyed, seeing the look on his face as his head snapped around to look at her. She paniced, she'd seen that look on Michael's... Swiftly she bolted, and for one idiotic second Olive scampered a few crawling steps toward her, his hands reaching out like the talons of a falcon. "You ungodly, horrid bitch!" He hissed, furious and exhausted by the sudden change in "worlds". On his knees, one hand pressed against the ground he grumbled under his breath a few creative obsenities before turning around and finding himself staring at a pair of knees. Remebering the question that had pulled him back he looked up to see a large brown grocery bag blocking the man's face. Realizing the odd position he'd found himself in, both literally and figuratively, he stood up and brushed himself off. Running a hand through his tresses he looked sheepishly at the man, though his irritation with the ghostie was still very much fresh. "I'd have to agree, if I were meditating," Olive managed to reply civilly. After all, he owed this guy one. Shoving his hands in his jean pockets Olive's lips twisted and he couldn't help but look over his shoulder to see if she was back. It seemed not. He sighed in relief and then redirected his attention to this grocery weilding man. "Um, thanks, I guess." Olive shifted, feeling like this needed a little something more, and then in one awkward motion his hand slipped out of his pocket he held it out, "Um. Olive. I'm Olive." [ OOC ] Tagged: Dominic Notes: Ditto, my posts will be more interesting as we progress. d: Outfit: Check It. I was listening to: Parkway Drive