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Post by LUCAS BALTHORY on Jul 9, 2010 20:52:03 GMT -5
as an exorcist, he wasn't that bad of a guy. to his friends he could be the most happy person every, generous, kind, and very reliable. though when he was faced with stressful situations and confronted by demon scum, his mind switched into another gear that, well, gave him the title "lucas the massacre." it wasn't a title he was proud of, but being a person with a big reputation as fearless, cold blooded - and due to the fact his appearance was quite sinister looking; most never came near lucas simply due to rumors.
so much for having charisma, you know?
today he sat upon a bench within the town square, the city busy all around him as merchants, architects, and various technicians worked their magic on many different subjects. the exorcists were spread through the city to protect the workers whom were building another building nearby, so it wasn't a total bust. atleast he was getting paid.
sadly, on his job he was quite the loli-gagger (lol c whut i did thur?), and his phone was flicked open as he watched what appeared to be... a hentai movie.
... what a sinful angel. so long as god wasn't watching, he'd be cool. or no one else saw the movie. he didn't wanna get kicked out of eden.
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Post by ERA EARLEE on Jul 9, 2010 21:16:57 GMT -5
 ![]() era was not one of those people that actually liked big cities. truthfully, she preferred mecca infinitely better to this one, but since the jobs were all here, era was left to follow the stench of money. after all, she had to keep herself somehow alive, and generally, money helped with that.
funny thing that she had picked such a crude job to make money in; and especially not a job that was one of the highest paid ones. while era was diligent and hardworking, she couldn't help but lament the stress of the job sometimes; hunting demons was most certainly a strainer on the brain. not that the little lady couldn't handle herself. in fact, era (though most certainly not THAT powerful) had wonderful aim with her magic, which sometimes made up for her lack of endurance. short, controlled bursts was a specialty, ones that would hit straight on target but would wear her down considerably.
it was why era had been so happy to snag this job; just a simple one, guarding over some workers or something. she hadn't even paid attention; work didn't exactly come begging at your doorstep as an exorcist, especially one this easy.
at this moment though, the little lady was on lunch break; she had looked through the whole gorgeous bazaar of the city (one of the only things she really loved about it) and picked a grocer's bag, filled to the brim with food. era had been walking happily along, trotting off by herself with a slice of toast in her mouth when the bottom of the paper bag gave in, ripped, and sent about twenty fruits and vegetables (among other groceries that she had bought to live on for the remainder of this job) everywhere, rolling on the ground in the middle of the square.
she stopped, and grimaced, swallowing down the remainder of her toast. "well," said era, "shit."
[/justify][/font][/size] this character is era earlee whom is chillin in the thread california girls, nostaglia which is totes a open thread that is tagged with lucas it's set in the awesome setting of jerusalem where the weather is all sunny but that may or may not be relevant, because the thread is outside. the word count is idk and the muse music was provided by silence. over all, i feel very blah sorry this post sucks ;u; about this post. all your cheese & praise goes to halö {for making the template}, hetalia guy {for hungary claim}, person who made the art in icons {for the icon, durh}, person who made the icon itself {see above}, florence + the machine {for the song 'kiss with a fist}, and the brush genie. stealing may result in being murdered with a rake. just sayin'. extra comments include;
THUR. >8u first post with era ! /dances around
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Post by LUCAS BALTHORY on Jul 9, 2010 21:50:41 GMT -5
out of no where a cabbage rolled towards him, bumping into his foot as he fought off a faint blush - his chin hidden against his palm as he kept his legs tightly knit together to avoid.. well... muy bono.
head shifted upwards, lips tugging down in a frown as his attention turned to the clumsy woman nearby. people were staring at him due to the fact he was the only male in the town square at the moment - the elderly seeming to believe that he should be a gentleman and help the poor lass. feeling himself buck under the pressure, he stood and mentally raged, moving towards the girl and picking up all the fruits and vegetables that were still okay.
"are you okay?" he inquired, a smile pulling over his face as he lifted some of the goods upwards towards her. though he seemed to forget one thing.
his cell would fall from his hands to her feet, and he could only glance down - unable to grab it due to him having his arms filled to the brim with groceries and veggies. "a-ah! don't pick it up!" he exclaimed, though then noticed another male coming over to pick it up for him, "pick it up! pick it up!" he shouted at era, flicking a can of corn at the male coming towards them, causing him to jump back and give a 'wtf' look.
"aheh, grab it and let's just get your groceries home, okay? don't make a scene." the last line was a bit more gruff and violent, if you catch my drift.
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Post by ERA EARLEE on Jul 9, 2010 23:54:30 GMT -5
![]() era had not asked anyone to help her; in fact, she probably would have been happy to pick up her own things by herself. after a moment's pause in which she had mentally kicked herself upside the face for being such a ditz, she had already been on her knees, crawling around and trying to retrieve stray oranges and the like. she thought she had been doing pretty good, until someone's voice asked if she was okay, and era found herself looking up at a man's face whom looked like he would probably rather be slicing his toes off slowly than doing this, despite the smile.
she stood up quickly, finding it probably rude to crawl around on the ground while talking, especially since he seemed to have rounded up some of her groceries. "erh, ya" she began, "i'm fine, sorry 'bout that!" she reached out to retrieve a few items that he was handing her, just to watch as a cell phone fell, clattering at her feet.
era looked down, and being the civilized person she was, began to bend down to pick it up, only to be stopped by a sudden plea not to. era stood up straight immediately, her back rigid, confusion, surprise, and a slightly startled look all mixing into her features. she had just been about to relax when he started yelling again at her, this time telling her to pick it up. she bended down in time to see him chuck a can of corn at a man passing by, no doubt to help them. "h-hey! what'd you do that for! that was my favorite type of corn!" obviously, she wasn't too worried about the man.
it was only when era had the phone in her hands did she see why the man had freaked out. her face went through a serious of expressions: o.o  ._. >_> u-u -_- D8 .____.;; all sort of in that order. a light blush tinted her cheeks, enough to say that she most deffo had seen what he had on his phone. era shoved the phone back into his hand, maybe a bit too roughly, and despite the fact that she was wearing a nonchalant grin, her eyes clearly displayed the message; you're a disgusting manpig.
"i don't actually live here," was what era finally said after she cleared her throat and composed herself, five seconds later. "i'm here on a job."
[/justify][/font][/size] this character is era earlee whom is chillin in the thread california girls, nostaglia which is totes a open thread that is tagged with lucas it's set in the awesome setting of jerusalem where the weather is all sunny but that may or may not be relevant, because the thread is outside. the word count is idk and the muse music was provided by california gurls by katy perry. over all, i feel very 8( about this post. all your cheese & praise goes to halö {for making the template}, hetalia guy {for hungary claim}, person who made the art in icons {for the icon, durh}, person who made the icon itself {see above}, florence + the machine {for the song 'kiss with a fist}, and the brush genie. stealing may result in being murdered with a rake. just sayin'. extra comments include;
lordie xD
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Post by LUCAS BALTHORY on Jul 10, 2010 20:01:55 GMT -5
there was an awkward silence... moments passed as she stared at the screen of the phone with flickering expressions - where as lucas's own expression remained a firm ".///.". luckily, she didn't start a huge scene and shriek at the top of her lungs, otherwise he might have lied, killed her, and got kicked out of heaven and forced to become an abyssal kingdom citizen. fallen angels were no fun.
soon the phone was thrust roughly back in his hand, and he pushed it in his pocket after exiting out the pron flick. shifting the goods in his arms now he would smile awkwardly, ignoring her gaze of manpigness. though when she uttered the words "i don't live here," lucas dropped all the groceries back on the ground. hell no was he traveling to mecca, not in this damn heat wave. on top of that, he was on a job too.
"well, you have a nice life." his face shifted into a scowl, looking somewhat similar to "B|" - and he twisted on his heels to walk back to his bench, where he would promptly sit back down. as he sat down, his foot hit what appeared to be an apple. picking it up he tossed it up once, before chucking it at the woman's pile of fail in the middle of the square. someone else would help her, just not him.
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Post by ERA EARLEE on Jul 10, 2010 23:00:34 GMT -5
![]() like she said before, era hadn’t been expecting any help from anyone when she had dropped her groceries. not that she had complained too much, though. she had been right in the middle of saying "like i said, i'm on a job, so i have a hotel room, not too far from here, about a block or so," when the man in front of her suddenly changed his mind.
and usually, era wouldn't have cared too much; she could respect not wanting to trudge around with strangers in this heat. in fact, she would have happily went on her way, if he had not dumped the whole contents of his arms right to the floor. she took a shaky step back, gawking at the pile of bruised vegetables and groceries in front of her, almost as if she couldn't believe what had taken place right before her eyes. was this guy an angel, or, like, what?
it didn't take long for her to compose herself, and shoot the man a dirty look. she would have probably cursed at him from across the square, but since there was old ladies feeding pigeons around, and because she had already cursed today (she was pretty sure god may have been keeping tabs on her sailor's mouth), she refrained from doing so. instead, era picked up the apple that he had just thrown back into her pile of groceries on the floor, and flung it at his head as hard as she could.
"dumb ass." she murmured through clenched teeth, and began trying to load everything back into her arms.
[/justify][/font][/size] this character is era earlee whom is chillin in the thread california girls, nostaglia which is totes a open thread that is tagged with lucas it's set in the awesome setting of jerusalem where the weather is all sunny but that may or may not be relevant, because the thread is outside. the word count is 230/something and the muse music was provided by your love is my drug by ke$ha. over all, i feel very 8((( about this post. all your cheese & praise goes to halö {for making the template}, hetalia guy {for hungary claim}, person who made the art in icons {for the icon, durh}, person who made the icon itself {see above}, florence + the machine {for the song 'kiss with a fist}, and the brush genie. stealing may result in being murdered with a rake. just sayin'. extra comments include;
lordie xD
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._. >_> u-u -_- D8 .____.;; all sort of in that order. a light blush tinted her cheeks, enough to say that she most deffo had seen what he had on his phone. era shoved the phone back into his hand, maybe a bit too roughly, and despite the fact that she was wearing a nonchalant grin, her eyes clearly displayed the message; you're a disgusting manpig.