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#Post#: 410111--------------------------------------------------
Bound in Time
By: Ciaran Date: December 12, 2019, 2:49 pm
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Ciaran's wanderlust took him to all sorts of places in search of
amusement. Exotic countries, Festivals all over the world, even
a few different dimensions! This day though, he found himself in
your average, everyday suburban park! How boring! He sat on a
bench watching as people passed by.
Clad in a Black dress shirt and slacks, his eyes scanned the
people in the area. Athletes jogging on the path, children
playing on the playground, Couples sitting on blankets and
watching the clouds! Not one of their souls was worth the ground
they walked on! Not one of them was worthy of a second glance!
Ciaran recalled the last Diamond in the rough he had crossed
paths with; The cursed angel he had met in a random Bar! Her
soul was more vibrant than every one of these people, even in
all of it's pain and suffering! That's why he had thought to
visit a more regular location! But clearly it had been a fluke.
He released a sigh as he prepared to leave. Maybe he could find
a more interesting group in a volcano...
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Re: Bound in Time
By: Zahara Date: January 12, 2020, 11:48 am
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Zahara quickly went down the stairs and tightened her shoelaces
when age reached street level. Living on the third level in the
loft and wearhouse building can be seen as a headache but she
loved all the space and natural light that came through her
windows, especially in her art room. The fact that this
wearhouse district was near the wharf and a vast park with
multiple trails were added bonuses.
Today was the day she had her goal set on running at least 3
miles. She stretched out her calf muscles and started her timer
before starting her warmup jog to the park that was half a mile
away. She smelt rain in the air and hoped that the weather held
up long enough for her to finish her run. She reached the park
and started down the 3 mile trail. There weren't many people on
the trail today, which she preferred. She picked up her speed
some, testing herself.
Zahara was halfway done with her run when her nose picked up on
a spicy scent. Her nose twitched and her pace slowed. Her
instincts wanted her to follow and find the origin of the scent.
She jogged in place and put her nose in the air. Her nose caught
the scent and she subconsciously started to follow it along the
trail. The closer she got, the stronger the scent grew. She
stuck tongue out as if to lick the air. 'Cinnamon,' she thought.
'Cinnamon and. . . something else.' Then suddenly the scent
vanished. It almost caused her to lose her balance. The sudden
shift in the air felt as if she ran straight into a wall. She
shook her head, trying to clear her senses and looked around.
Thankfully she didn't veer off the trail, getting herself lost
in the park. She checked her watch. She ran faster than she
realized. She looked around one last time, sniffing the air,
hoping to pick up the scent again. When she didn't find it, she
shrugged it off and continued to finish her run.
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Re: Bound in Time
By: Ciaran Date: January 12, 2020, 3:36 pm
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Ciaran was just preparing to leave the scene when a new player
entered the arena. A cat... person.... Were they called Nekos?
He couldn't recall. He had never seen one in person before, But
more importantly, this one's soul had some light to it! Power
under the surface that none of the others in the area could
compare to. But it lacked... something. That something, Ciaran
couldn't place, not yet at least. It would take a bit more
digging to figure it out.
She was out jogging, but now she seemed to be searching for
something. Following a scent, perhaps? She wandered to an area
not far from the bench where Ciaran sat, and looked around, as
if she had been with a companion who suddenly disappeared. She
looked all around before giving up and returning to her jog. But
now she had caught the half-demon's eye.
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
The voice would come from behind her, but when she turned to
look, she would find no one there. When she turned forward once
more, however, Ciaran would be kneeling down in front of her,
casually tying his shoelace. Once he raised up to his feet, he
offered a smile. It was friendly, despite being accented by
blood red pupils. "Maybe I can help. I'd hate for you to leave
without something."
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Re: Bound in Time
By: Zahara Date: January 26, 2020, 5:09 pm
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Zahara nearly tripped over the person that was suddenly in front
of her but quickly caught her balance.
"Where the fuck did you come from?"
She asked, knowing that he wasn't there two seconds ago.
Something about him made her neck tingle and she took a step
back. She looked him over. She noticed that he wasn't dressed
for the park and her tail twitched nervously.
"What do you want?"
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Re: Bound in Time
By: Ciaran Date: January 26, 2020, 5:51 pm
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Ciaran didn't seem phased by the woman's outburst. He flashed a
confident smile and straightened his tie. "Sorry. Didn't mean to
startle you."
It was a lie. He absolutely intended to startle her. He wanted
to see how she would react. Verbally, she was aggressive. But
her body language told a different story. There was a slight
retreat, which was a good sign. She was capable of recognizing a
potential threat. She wasn't ruled by instinct. Ciaran liked
that.
He looked her in the eye as she asked her second question,
exposing the red color of his eyes. Many people found them
unsettling. Other's intriguing. He never asked though. He
preferred to read it off of them.
"I already told you what I want." He said, flashing that smile
of his once more. "You appeared to be searching for something. I
was simply offering assistance in helping you find it. But you
don't seem to care for company, so please, pardon my intrusion."
With that, he stepped out of the feline's way, and headed back
to his bench, a smirk on his face, once it was out of her line
of vision. Let the games begin!
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Re: Bound in Time
By: Zahara Date: February 4, 2020, 6:03 pm
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Zahara watched the strange being walk away. She concluded that
he wasn't human or humanoid based on her instincts. 'Besides I
know no human or beast with eyes like that.' With her run
interrupted like it was, she no longer felt the need to start
again and walked the rest of the trail before returning home.
She tied up her hair in a messy bun on the top of her head and
took a step back from the canvas. This piece was a darker theme
than the collection she was working on now. She honestly hadn't
planned on working in her art room at all that day but she
couldn't shake those eyes and that dark smell from her memory.
She really wanted to sit at her pottery wheel to work these
feelings out but she had ran out the clay she wanted for this
project. The canvas didn't fully portray what she felt but she
couldn't figure out what it was missing. She sighed and glanced
at the clock.
"****!"
She was going to be late if she didn't get going. "This is why I
don't make art on work days." She rushed to into her bedroom and
into the closet. Her tail swished in excitement as she pulled
out her outfit for the night. She pulled on her red and black
plaid leather skirt that stopped inches above her knees, red
bantu bra, and black casino work vest. She grabbed her shoes and
walked out. Trip to the bathroom to do her makeup and put her
hair into pigtails. She sat on the edge of her tub to put on her
knee high socks and platform shoes. She grabbed her things and
keys before going out the door.
Zahara parked her car in the closest spot in the employee
parking lot and walked towards the door. Before she could touch
the door, it swung open for her.
"How is my best employee late today?"
Zahara laughed, walking past a very large man. He towered over
the majority of anyone she knew. His glare loomed over her. She
smiled and rubbed his large, portly stomach.
"How's my favorite teddy bear tonight? I'm surprised to see the
parking lot so full tonight. Tuesdays are slow."
The man glared for a second before his brown eyes sparkled,
breaking into a hearty laugh that was close to a bear roar.
"I'm testing a new promotion tonight. Seems like it's working
out. Now hurry and get to your table. Your customers have been
asking for you."
She waved as she walked to the casino floor. Multiple sounds
flooded her ears and they twitched to get adjusted to the
change. She made her way through the floor, weaving through
blackjack tables, roulette, and slot machines before reaching
her assigned poker table.
"Okay ladies and gents," she grinned wide. She pulled out her
tray of poker chips and a fresh deck. She shuffled the deck with
a few tricks. "Who's feeling lucky tonight?"
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Re: Bound in Time
By: Ciaran Date: February 4, 2020, 9:14 pm
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The night was a busy one, but not an unusual one. Not for the
first few hours at least. But eventually, a very unique guest
would arrive at the Casino. Dressed to the teeth, and with a
gorgeous date on his arm, Ciaran made his appearance, turning
heads along the way. They walked through the Casino, until one
of them caught Ciaran's eye. A table run by a very familiar
woman. This brought a smirk to the man's face as he joined the
players. "Fancy meeting you here." He said. His voice was
friendly. One that didn't arrouse much attention from the others
at the table.
The woman on his arm was statuesque. She wore a form-fitting red
dress with expensive looking accessories. She had long black
hair that was worn up, and held in place with decorative
chopsticks, and she was attached to Ciaran's arm as if for dear
life! The expression on her face wasn't one of love, or
affection. In fact, it seemed more like she was on some sort of
high! As if contact with the man brought her a pleasure unlike
any other in the world! He didn't appear to share in her high.
His gaze was settled on the dealer, He took a seat and waited to
be dealt into the next hand.
with his abilities, It would be easy to win every hand, but what
fun would that be? He would play fair and square! At least until
he thought of a way to add some flare to the game! Imagine his
surprise when his first hand was a Straight Flush! 7-Jack! He
hadn't expected, or necessarily even WANTED to win! But here it
was! And that was when the idea hit him! A quick trick, and
everyone at the table would see Ciaran's hand as a losing one,
EXCEPT Zahara, who would be the only one to see his real cards!
Many sympathetic glances and condolences made their way to the
well dressed man, but in her eyes, he had the winning hand, not
the man next to him, who was receiving all of the
congratulations! What would she do? Ciaran couldn't wait to see!
That classic grin on his face, he watched to see how she would
handle the situation! Gambling could be so much fun!
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Re: Bound in Time
By: Zahara Date: February 21, 2020, 1:33 pm
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Zahara stared in confusion at what was happening in front of
her. She didn't understand what was going on. She knew what she
was seeing but it seemed like she was the only one seeing it.
She eyed the stranger and his company. From the way she acted,
Zahara could only assume she was on something. 'Whatever it is,
it must be one hell of a drug.' The more she watched them, the
more tense she felt. She knew that she had to relax soon or
she'd end up spraining her tail from twitching so hard.
"Hey Z, is there a problem?"
She turned her head towards the voice and smiled. "Santiago,
come here a minute." She watched the floor guard walk towards
her, some of her tension leaving her tail. Her tail wrapped
itself around his leg when he came to a stop next to her. He
looked down at her and smirked.
"What's the problem?"
"Tell me what you see on the table?" She gestured towards the
cards.
Santiago looked at the table and frowned. "The guy on the end
has a straight flush. What's the problem?"
"Thanks Santi," her tail rubbing up and down his leg. She
collected the cards and pushed the pot of chips towards the
stranger. "Here are your chips sir. You can cash them out over
there at those windows along the wall."
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Re: Bound in Time
By: Ciaran Date: February 22, 2020, 12:08 pm
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While others around the table were talking about the hand, and
discussing how close they were, Ciaran was watching Zahara. It
wouldn't be long before those at the table began to question her
hesitation. But it swas the action she took that Ciaran was
interested in. It would determine what type of person she was,
and if he should bother taking any -real- interest in her.
When she called over another employee to ask for an outside
opinion, Ciaran considered fooling his eyes as well, but decided
against it. As the guard approached, crimson colored eyes
watched the interaction between the dealer and the guard. The
way her tail caressed his leg seemed to bring her comfort. And
the way his face curled into a smirk suggested they had some
ongoing history. That information could be useful in the future.
When he confirmed her suspicions, her decision was clear on her
face. Ciaran removed his date's hand from his shoulder and
looked up at her. "Head out to the car and have Phillip take you
home." He said calmly. She pouted, and objected, but a stern
look sent her on her way just as the chips headed in his
direction. The table immediately broke into outrage and
confusion, but Ciaran had learned all he needed to. He wanted
this one!
The objections from the table grew overwhelming, as expected. It
didn't take long for the Manager to arrive, and inquire as to
the what the problem was.
"This cat-girl gave my winnings away!" The man next to Ciaran
half-yelled in response. He was an average looking man, middle
aged with flowing brown hair, every day looks and a suit that
was a size too big.
"Please refrain from name calling." The manager insisted. He
looked at Zahara. Knowing that she had never received a
complaint at her table, he found this hard to believe. "Is this
true?" He asked the others at the table. They all gave their
jumbled agreements. Ciaran remained silent.
"We're going to be shutting this table down while we investigate
the incident." He looked to Ciaran as well as the man who
claimed to have won. "If you two will remain right here, I'll be
right back. The rest of you, feel free to try your luck at any
of our other tables!" And with that, he headed up to the Office
The tension at the table was intense! The man next to Ciaran was
staring daggers into Zahara. But Ciaran remained calm, and even
asked the man not to be hostile towards her, which the man of
course ignored.
Several moments later, the Manager came out with a tablet in
hand. On the way to the table, he stopped and spoke with
Santiago. He showed the guard the tablet, before the two had an
intense, yet inaudible discussion, and Santiago turned to leave
the Casino. The manager then made his way to the table, where he
showed everyone a video of the hand in question, which clearly
showed Ciaran as the winner.
The dumbfounded man gathered his remaining chips and left the
table.
"Unfortunately, this table won't be opening up again tonight
though. Please gather your chips, and enjoy the rest of your
evening!" And Ciaran did just that. He cashed his chips in, and
headed for the door, where he waited outside.
Finally, the Manager looked at Zahara, and gestured for her to
join him in his office, where he closed the door. "Your call was
the right one. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to place you on
suspension." He said, rewinding the video back further, to show
the exchange between the Neko woman, and human guard.
"You know I don't have a problem with you guys dating whoever
you like, but I can't allow public displays of affection on the
job It looks bad, and it opens opportunities for customers to
accuse us of misdeeds. This isn't the first time I've told you
two about this. I'm going to have to let you go for a week." The
expression on his face was regretful, as if he was fullfilling
an obligation he didn't want to take part in. But his voice was
stern, and it was clear that he meant what he said.
"I'll give you a call with the new schedule."
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Re: Bound in Time
By: Zahara Date: February 26, 2020, 9:28 am
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The women's locker room was unusually empty as she was gathering
her things. Being suspended for a week bothered her because she
actually enjoyed her job. She loved being a casino dealer. It
allowed her to meet all kinds of customers and learn how to read
them. She laughed a little at the memory of the man calling her
a 'cat-girl'. That was one of the nicer things she's been
called. She shut her locker and spun the dial before leaving the
room.
"Oh don't look that Holt, you're only doing your job." Zahara
hugged her manager at the door. "You're still my favourite teddy
bear."
"You take care of yoyurself."
She nodded and headed out the door. As she headed to her car,
she saw a figure leaning against it. She moved her fingers into
the brass knuckles that hung from her keyring. 'Why couldn't I
grow real claws?' She thought, wishing again she had that
ability like her younger brother. When the figure turned its
head towards her, she recognized the person.
"Put the pepper spray away. That shit burns."
Zahara smiled and walked up to Santiago. "No pepper spray this
time." She pulled her hand up, revealing the brass knuckles on
her fingers.
"Oooo. I see we've upgraded to some fancy jewelry." He rubbed
his cheek against the metal.
Zahara shook her head. "What are you doing out here anyways?"
"Making sure you're okay."
"Oh you mean the suspension? I'm just sorry - "
"No, not the suspension." He looked her in the eyes. "When you
called me over earlier, you were very tense. What was that
about?"
Zahara sighed. "And here I thought I hid it so well."
"You did but you know your tail could never lie to me." He said
as he started to play with it while it was wrapped around his
hip.
She smirked. "Yeah whatever." Her tail swished playfully.
"Anyways I was getting some very weird vibes from the customer
that won the last hand. He makes the hair on the back of my neck
stand up."
"You used to say the same thing about me." He ran his fingers up
her neck and into her hair. He gripped her hair, tilting her
head and, and pulled her face to him for a kiss.
Zahara returned the kiss and then slowly pulled away. "Yeah well
that was different." She started to lean back for another kiss
when her nose twitched, picking up a familiar smell. She paused
and turned her head, trying to find where it was coming from.
"What are you doing?"
She looked back at Santiago. "You don't smell that?"
"Smell what?"
"Cinnamon." She sniffed the air again. "Cinnamon. . . cinnamon
and nutmeg."
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