meet me in the middle:. (quinn)

[yves]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/yves2.png] Yves didn’t stick to one place very long. He had grown to become nomadic in nature, traveling wherever his food supply went, but for the past week he had been staying comfortably here in retro turf. He figured he wouldn’t be leaving any time soon either if the supply for food remained so high. He found everything here, from small game to nuts and other wild plants scattered across the forest floor. A majority he had learned he should never near again, but for those who didn’t make him violently ill became a direct source for filling his stomach. He had stuck around this place for so long, he was even beginning to follow a schedule. Rise before the sun does, hide supplies away from the retros and begin his scavenging. Once he filled up, he brought back ‘home’ the fire wood he collected throughout the day and started camp all over again. He was in the process of step two that day; hiding his things. He figured he should take a portion of the food that wouldn’t rot as quickly as the other things and keep it inside the tattered bag he had. He knew eventually he would have to leave this place, but as the weather got colder there wasn’t a guarantee any other place would be as fruitful as the forest. Not to mention his bag had a few useful supplies he made for himself. He wasn’t going to let any retro or animal sneak on by and steal his earning. The trees were high up and a perfect place to keep something out of reach. The bag was slung over his shoulder as he looked up, never moving his gaze away from the branches that were slowly swaying in the wind. At least being a freak comes with some advantages, he thought to himself as he backed away from the tree then came running at it. With a lunge, he grasped around the thick trunk and began pulling himself up it slowly. A heavy grunt was made as small splinters wedged themselves into his rough palms. He gazed up and lunged again at one of the branches and then tossed the bag. The branch caught the straps and held it there in place. “Heh,” he chuckled, a nod of approval was made. That ought to do it. He climbed back down and looked around before making his way into the thick of the bush. Now all he had to worry about was being caught by any retros. He’d been good up until now, but it was only so long before he made a mistake and one of them would find him. Scooping down low, he brushed his hand into the dirt and rubbed it into his skin, covering his scent. The smell of retro was strong when he made it half way through his usual trail. That was no good. It looked like his only other option was making it back to camp and starting in the other direction. Huffing he slowly back away, cautiously scanning his surroundings and turned. He just hoped the retros weren’t already hot on his trail. ooc; fail post but hope it’s decent enough to reply to x-x; HE SHALL BE SO SO SO HAPPY IN HIS NEXT REPLY IM SURE CB

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[Quinn]

getting back ic~

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v202/tamaspet/quinntable2.png] Stealing was becoming a sort of pattern for Quinn. At first she took only things that she really needed, but now she also took things that she wanted. Her fingers gripped either side of the oversized combat boots that she'd lifted off a pair of Carna scouts; yanking the worn laces hard to keep them from falling off her slender ankles. She double knotted the laces, standing up in the middle of her camp and took a quick look around. It was mostly empty, her sparse belongings already gathered together and all she had to do was stash them for the day. She'd been living in the Analoya Territory for a few weeks now, straying as far as possible from the rings. She ran her fingers through her hair, tucking a stray strand behind her ear. The large red ears that donned her head were a sure sign of her social status. Anthro freak. She rolled up the scraps of her bed, tucking them inside the hollow tree that she used as the base for her small camp. It might have been crazy to live in the Cat territory for as long as she had, but she had learned fairly quickly how to avoid the crazy kitties. Quinn got moving rather quickly after that, clomping through the trees as quietly as she could manage. The boots were better for protecting her feet, but they hindered her when it came to sneaking around. She did most of her scavenging during the day when the cats were all less likely to be traveling, and stayed high within the trees at night. Soon she had an armful of edible plants, something that she had picked up from the Fallen before deserting them. A scowl spread of her lips, turning them down at the corners. Quinn had truly hated to leave them, but she could not let a certain dog keep messing with her head. She'd been thinking a lot clearer lately as a rogue, even though her moral compass seemed to have taken a turn south. The sound of branches groaning under weight had her pausing with momentairy fear; could she be under one of the Analoya Tribe member's sleeping tree? Was there a large, oversized cat glaring down at her from above, getting ready to sink its claws into her from behind? Slowly, she lifted her eyes up and her blue-green gaze caught sight of the bag hanging precariously in the upper limbs of the tree. Interest sparked in her eyes, a slow curve of a smirk appearing on her lips. How very interesting. The plants in her arms suddenly seemed that much less significant, and the girl made up her mind to take that bag for her own. Who knew what goodies were hiding in that terribly tempting bag? She set her gathering to the side, her nose wrinkling as she approached the tree from which the bag hung. GIving it a once over she tried to decide the best course of action. Backing away from the trunk, she ran toward it and leapt, using her slender arms to wrap around the rough textured trunk of the tree. It was slow and tedious work, scootching up that tree and this was a time that those pilfered boots came in quite handy. They gave her plenty of leverage, and once she reached the first of the limbs that could hold her weight, she made her way onto it. Scratches ran up and down her arms, and she hissed knowing that was really going to hurt like a btich later. "Whateva's in that bag better be worth it for all this mess." She complained, stretching out her fingers to try to grasp one of the straps. It was just within reach, if she could get her fingers..around...that...strap! Her boots suddenly lost their grip, sliding off the branch causing her to wobble forward just enough to snatch the bag off its precarious perch. Quinn reeled herself back in quickly, managing to keep herself from plummetting to the forrest floor. Clutching her prize to her chest, she gave herself a moment to let her racing heart slow its rythmn. She then proceeded to drop the bag to the ground, before shimmying back down the way she had come. Dropping back to the ground with a loud thud, she immideately set about rummaging through the contents of the bag she'd nearly broken her neck for. "DESI? OF COURSE I DONT LIKE HIM PSSSSSHHH WHOTOLDYOUTHAT!? D8<"

[yves]

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[atrb=background,http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc63/Jackmur/yves2.png] A cautious glare was made over his shoulder. It must have been his growing paranoia, but this place was beginning to give him the creeps. That trip he planned getting out of here might end up coming a lot quicker than he wanted. It was better safe than sorry, especially when sorry involved being between the jaws of a large feline. He’d rather not be cat food and live another day living his life rather than being a scratching post. He tromped through the forest as quietly as possible until he began to recognize where he was. Camp was just nearby and he would be there soon where he’d check everything for signs of retros before setting out in the opposite direction he had originally taken. A flash of red, however, was more than a warning sign to him when it waved in his eyes. He tensed and froze in place, gazing out ahead through the trees and bushes to see something moving in his camp. After a few minutes of watching, he realized what they were doing. They had his bag and were now doing the honours of searching through it. Retro or not, the nerve they had sent the blood running through his veins on fire. He moved then paused again, looking back and forth. It didn’t seem as if they had someone else with them. Looked like one of them had wandered here by themselves, saw his bag and helped themselves too it. It shouldn’t be so bad; he just had to scare them before they realized what he was. Biting down on one side he braced himself and then dashed through the bushes, fists tightened into lethal weapons of his own. He breathed in and then opened his mouth. “Hey! ” He shouted, it reminded him more of the snarls of a bear; low and distorted. “Didn’t anyone teach you not to steal? ” Roughly, he gripped a hold of their shoulder and tossed them around to look at him with his free hand pulled back ready to attack. Then suddenly he dropped both of his hands and they snapped back to his chest as if he had touched fire. Slowly, his eyes stared away from her heart shaped face and round, radiant eyes to the ears on her head. Large and in the shape of a triangles, he watched as ears the same colour of her scarlet red hair twitch in respond. He gawked, all memory of her stealing from him vanished and then pointed with one quivering hand at her. “You’re-you’re--!” He could barely finish his sentence with so much emotion pouring out of him. “You’re like me! You’re a freak too! ” He laughed. It felt like all his worries of being alone out here were suddenly gone, like suddenly him being a defect didn’t matter anymore. Then quickly he realized how blunt that must have come out and quickly waved a hand to ask her to let him explain himself. Smile curved from ear to ear, he quickly pointed at himself. “You use to be able to shift, like everyone else, right? Then the keepers…they changed you until you weren’t a shifter anymore. Now you’re…” He paused for a moment as he felt his skin crawl with the feeling and then part slowly, long black and white quills sliding out through his skin and clothing. He never liked to expose what he had become, but now he couldn’t be more than proud to show it to someone who was going through the same thing as him. They were outcasts of society, no longer viewed of people with rights and were chased away over something they couldn’t control nor had the choice to be what they were. The quills slid back in slowly and Yves leaned over and snatched the bag from her grip. He looked at her carefully again and then nodded with approval before setting it down beside his feet. “So what are you? A fox? ” He glanced back over to his bag. “That’d explain your ability to steal off people. You’re lucky you’re like me or I wouldn’t have hesitated at all to throw out a can of whoop-ass, ” His chest puffed out on instinct and even though he wanted to look quite serious and threatening to her, he was still smiling uncontrollably. It felt like a dream to see her here in this place with him. And now that he knew she was in this place with him, he wasn’t about to let her go. “What’s your name, red? ” He stuck out his hand. “Name’s Yves. Yes, Yves, laugh and die. ” His tone was flat and inflexible with the last bit, which he always said after introducing himself followed by cursing his parents for giving him a name that’s pronounced like ‘eve’. Just proved he was always a bit of a freak to begin with. ooc; bah sorry for the wait and hope this is enough to respond tooooo! X-x;

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[Quinn]

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v202/tamaspet/quinntable2.png] Now, this was certainly the fun part of stealing; because you never quite knew what you were going to get into when you took personal belongings. She’d found everything from love letters, to an old sock full of random mementos, and once she’d even found a rubber. At least someone is using protection in this fish bowl. She’d thought, but usually Quinn did not take such personal things and instead returned them to a place where they would be found by their owner. Her hands fiddled with a well placed knot on the bag, her slender fingers picking at it because she would rather no one know she’d been here; otherwise she would have simply cut it with her pocketknife. Her lips pursed in concentration, her brows furrowing and causing lines to crease on her forehead. She did not even hear the ambush until it was already occurring, a loud voice causing her to flinch both internally and externally. A heavy hand came down on her shoulder, tossing her around to face her would-be victim as nearly a dozen images of pain passed through her mind. No one was allowed to touch her. Not anymore! Never again! She’d punched the last guy to touch her without permission; and it did not matter that she rather liked the fellow (Desi) now. She caught sight of his raised fist, her own hands curling into fists as she prepared for the first punch to be thrown. Of course, Quinn wouldn’t go down without a fight and this guy was going to be in for it. But as quickly as he touched her, it was gone and his hands were pulled away like he had been burned by her skin. A low, guttural growl rumbled inside of her chest and she was unable to stop it, as she surged to her feet and swung her fist up, hoping to connect with his jaw. She felt her fish crash against something, her eyes widening as she realized that she had at least him and it had not been a girly punch either. Quinn had been raised tougher than that, and you hit what you meant ot take down. The ears on top of her head twitched with irritation, watching as he stared at her like she’d just come out of an alien movie. It was during this that she took the moment to look him over. He was a huge, black male; standing well over her head but not by too much. Shifter by the looks of him, but he didn’t smell of any ring that she’d come into contact with. Her lips curled back into a gruesome little snarl has he pointed at her, as she took another skittering step back. But the shock on her face was laughable when he called her a freak. Strike two for Mr. Tough Guy. She thought internally, taking an outraged step forward. "OI! Who in the bloody ‘ell do ya think you are, calling people ‘freaks’?! What? You think I did this to me self?" She ranted, pointing her finger directly up into his face much like a scolding old maid before crossing her arms over her chest. When he smiled and pointed to himself, he seemed to explain himself and she jumped back, nearly stumbling over something behind her, as those long quills slipped out of his body. So he was an anthro too, aye? He seemed to have drawn the lucky card, with his normal looks and all. Yet Quinn did not feel the least bit of remorse for having yelled at this bloke, given that he had called her a freak and touched her. "Hedgehog anthro? Rudest one I’ve eva’ met; not that I’ve met too many like you and I but I think ya got my point. " She said sharply, knowing full well those quills were far too long for that, and feeling the intense need to get the hell out of her before he raised her temper anymore. Worse things had happened to men who dared to touch this particular redhead, just ask her friends. Her fellow anthro then proceeded to reclaim his bag, and Quinn nearly opened her mouth to protest. Finders Keepers and all that. So what are you? A fox? “That’d explain your ability to steal off people. You’re lucky you’re like me or I wouldn’t have hesitated at all to throw out a can of whoop-ass, ” Her temple was absolutely throbbing with this guy’s insolence, granted she had started it with the ‘hedgehog’ comment. "I’m lucky? Listen ‘ere, mate, you are the lucky one. I’d have kicked your arse from one end a’this forest to the other; because one, I don’t like to be touched. Two, callin’ ya own people freaks isn’t a good way to make friends. And three, I AM NOT A FOX!" Her little fists were clenched tightly at her sides as she talked, but the bloke was just a smiling and such like he knew she couldn’t deliver. Man, she wanted to give him one straight to that chiseled lower jaw. And then he did perhaps the ballsiest thing, and stuck out his hand for her to shake. She put her hands on her hips in a sassy fashion, her blue green gaze giving him a ‘are you really serious right now’ look, as he introduced himself as ‘eve’. She had to bite back a chuckle, shaking her red covered head; and closing her eyes for just a moment. Quinn pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head one more time before letting out a large sigh. At least this was not an all out fight to the death over that stupid bag of his. "Quinn Lynch, Maned Wolf anthro, rogue and thief extraordinaire!" She gave a little wave of her hands, and then proceeded to brush past him. "An’ since there is little to be gained now that you’re here, I’ll be on my way." She made a pass at the bag, catching the strap before attempting to simply stroll away without a word. "DESI? OF COURSE I DONT LIKE HIM PSSSSSHHH WHOTOLDYOUTHAT!? D8<"

EDITED: Added in like 3 sentences in the...second paragraph (too lazy to look?) for her to hit him >D I'm also too lazy to go back and make sure there's consistency, so just maketh it work! x'D Let me know if I need to add more things!?