the great milenko. (private)

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/yTUV4CN.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] i introduce you to an occult sorcerer.. outfit visual † song from the title The morning broke into the fine freezing state, its first fingers crawling over the land with ease. They seemed to know they belonged there, and acted as such, coming over anything from a small mouse to a giant moose. Dead was asleep for maybe an hour before her eyes were burned with what she considered, the hate-filled rays of the sun. Jolting from her bed, the woman felt her face - the only part of her body violated by the light - and released a sigh of relief that she had moved soon enough to escape scorning. Well now that I'm awake, she thought, shooting a glare at the window from which the sun came, I might as well begin my day. Classes didn't start for another few hours, but still, the woman found herself climbing into a steaming shower, only after having lit the candles so she could see what she was doing first, of course. After quickly depurgating her body with soap, and removing the hair from her legs and under-arms, Dead stepped from the shower, wrapping her body in a thin black towel before scurrying back to her dorm room so as not to be seen by anyone. Just as with her shower, the woman swiftly changed the appearance of her facial bone structure, eyes, and lips with the common female convention of what Dead referred to as face goo. Her eyes enlarged, but still wonderfully dark, with a faded black lip color to match, legs that appeared longer without clothing to clutter their space moved Dead's body across the room, to the wardrobe. With the magnificent cherry-tinted doors opened, green eyes stumbled around the space inside, searching the many articles of clothing for something that would fit her mood. After finally selecting a diluted black tee shirt with a skeletonized hand depicting a sign that signified 'fuck you,' and a pair of skinny jeans, Dead went to the mirror, and stared long and hard at her face. Her blush lifted the cheek bones, while the wonderfully pale concealer that matched her skin tone with excruciating ease seemed to make her cheeks less full - although they didn't naturally have much fullness to their name. Where to go today, the woman thought, glancing around the room until her eyes settled on the clock. Two hours to burn, and already ready for her day, Dead tsked her tongue in frustration. The park! she silently declared, nodding as she grabbed her bag, and umbrella. She slowly made her way down the stairs, toward the door, careful to avoid any sort of natural light so as not to irritate her skin. After breaking free from the inside, the woman's umbrella ascended with a quickly commanded push of a button, and she was off. Walking toward the park at a pace that would seem brisk to others, Dead was rather comfortable. She walked alone, her only company the ants that paraded about near her bare feet. Content with the lack of company, although she was a friendly person, Dead announced herself to her destination with a small leap from the sidewalk to the grass, making her way through the field until she reached a large tree. Looking up at the tree, the woman smiled, nodding what she - and hopefully the tree - considered to be a pleasant hello before taking a seat directly next to it, careful not to violate the tree's privacy by stepping, or rather sitting, in its personal space. She sat with her knees folded carefully under her, leaning forward slightly so she could better express herself to the entire reason she choose to come here today. The spring before her freshman year, while she was still an eighth grader, Dead had planted her favorite tree - a weeping willow - at that exact spot. Today she sat in front of a still rather small sapling, giving it a bright eyed stare in greeting before extending a hand and placing it on a single branch, allowing her energy and the tree's to intertwine. Although Dead didn't communicate verbally often, with the sapling she felt it was one of the best ways to, next to the sharing of energy. And so she did, murmuring the night's occurrences in her husky tone, and responding to the sapling's many questioned both verbally and spiritually. Only then did she realize there was another human about..

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there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0[/center]

[ELIJAH COLIN MASTERS]

Feet pounded the pavement rhythmically as he inhaled shallow gulps of air that were expelled almost as quickly as they came. Droplets of sweat sat at his hairline or ran down his face despite the coolness of the early April morning. Eli was awake especially early this morning, having wanted to get in a nice, long run before his classes began. He was currently at what he estimated to be between miles ten and eleven, going solely based on his time. All he knew was that he had been going for a while, a fact that the burning in his legs and lungs reminded him of with each step forward. Just once more around the sports fields, he told himself. Then you can stop. He pushed himself onward toward his goal, knowing he’d feel better about it later. He had always preferred distance runs – more places to go, more thoughts to think. The park just happened to be big enough and far enough from the school to suit his needs. It was one of his favorite places for early morning runs, when it was still largely empty.

He completed the lap at the fastest pace he could muster, which over the course of several strides slowed to a leisurely walk, signifying the end of his run for the time being. Eli gradually increased the depth of his breaths as he made his way to one of the water fountains on the side of a restroom building. He drank greedily, then splashed some of it over his face and hair, the cold water a welcome shock to his system. Not wanting to stay there too long, he forced himself to begin walking in the general direction of one of the park’s entrances. He peeled the skin-tight, forest green compression shirt away from his body before letting it snap back to its shape. He was sure the color of the shirt, combined with his flushed face making his white-blond hair stand out even more, gave the overall impression of him resembling a Christmas tree. He honestly couldn’t care less as the strong but gentle breeze carried away the heat radiating from his skin.

His breathing and heart rate were nearly under control when he reached the field that he used as a bit of a shortcut between the park and Mayview. The sidewalks only skirted it – walking through was much faster. He felt the change from the hard concrete to soft grass through the thin soles of his running shoes as he stepped into the grass. He hummed quietly to himself, positive that he was alone with only his thoughts for company. That was what he liked about leaving the sidewalk of the park – for the most part, people didn’t bother you.

Eli was almost three-quarters of the way through the field, completely absorbed in his thoughts, when he caught the sound of voice, quiet but close. He immediately stopped humming, realizing that he had been doing so louder than normally. A small blush immediately crept into the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears, despite his logical half arguing that this other person probably hadn’t even heard him. Eli glanced around himself, searching for the source of the words, until his eyes came to rest on a girl sitting around a nearby tree. She had an umbrella despite the bright, sunny morning and was so pale and blonde that he might as well have been the coloring of your typical Native American, comparatively. She sat with one hand resting on a branch of the tree, and she appeared to be talking to no one in particular – a peculiar sight for Eli.

Consumed by his curiosity, he forgot to watch where he was going, stumbling over his own feet and rushing forward a few steps until he regained his balance. Eli looked around, desperately wishing for no one to have noticed. He paused in his walk, silently observing the girl with head tilted to the side and brows scrunched together as he attempted to determine who (or what) was making the other half of what sounded like a conversation. He took a few steps toward her, trying to refrain from eavesdropping. Unable to restrain himself, he closed the last few steps, stopping a few feet to the left of the girl. “Excuse, me, Miss – I happened to be walking by, and I was wondering who exactly you were talking to…” he said, his slight Southern drawl peeping through several months-worth of Northern influence.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/yTUV4CN.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] i introduce you to an occult sorcerer.. outfit visual † song from the title Dead stopped immediately when she heard the voice of the other human. She had already picked her head up and straightened her back to an unnecessary extent when she heard his approaching footsteps, her hands beginning to shake. Upon the man's arrival, Dead took in a huge breath, and held it for as long as physically possible. She took in the scene carefully, assessing every part of his body before reacting. He wore a green running shirt that was drenched in sweat, his face gleaming red. He seemed to have been on a run, and from the amount of sweat on his body, quite a long one. Having collected herself enough to speak, Dead stood, dusting the grass from her pants as she pulled her back straight, alike to the way she did while seated. Dead advanced until she was a few inches from the man, staring at him with wide, very green eyes. He was taller than she, although that didn't surprise her, as most people were. Tilting her head, and the umbrella back slightly, Dead offered a slight smile, taking in the question naturally. She was used to being asked such things, being as strange as she was. I was talking to my tree. Dead said simply, not wanting to bore the man with the entire story. (Sorry it's a little short, I'm exhausted.)

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[ELIJAH COLIN MASTERS]

Eli refrained from taking a step back as the girl came just inches away from him. She was much shorter than he had originally guessed, hardly coming up to his chest. Not that it was a big deal that she wasn’t very tall compared to him – at 6’1” and still growing, he was rather tall for his sixteen years. He met her bright green gaze and nodded slowly at her response, chewing his bottom lip as what she said sank in. Half a minute later, he realized she was probably waiting for a response other than his current one – standing there, staring at her a little blankly.

He came to life with a vigorous nod, sucking in a deep breath of air. Oh, yeah, uh…so how is your tree? Do you do this often?” he asked, a little too rushed and still nodding. Eli wasn’t the type to try to make people feel uncomfortable about things like that. As odd as situations could be, he tried to just roll with it and at least act like it was natural. It wasn’t that difficult for him to do – Eli liked learning about different kinds of people, and he preferred to get his information straight from the source. It was difficult to do if you made them feel alienated. He hopped she didn’t think that she was just humoring her; he was genuinely curious. After all, it wasn’t every day that you met someone who talked with a tree like it was an old friend.

As far as people went, this girl was pretty unique. She was blonder and paler than he, for starters, and she carried around an umbrella despite the clear, sunny morning. Add to that mix that she talked to trees, and the result was a rather curious Eli. He could honestly say he’d never met anyone like this before.

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NOTES: It's all good - sorry it took so long!