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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...
       #Post#: 410250--------------------------------------------------
       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.
       #Post#: 410251--------------------------------------------------
       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."
       #Post#: 410297--------------------------------------------------
       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?"
       #Post#: 410299--------------------------------------------------
       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!
       #Post#: 410338--------------------------------------------------
       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?"
       #Post#: 410341--------------------------------------------------
       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!
       #Post#: 410407--------------------------------------------------
       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."
       #Post#: 410425--------------------------------------------------
       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."
       #Post#: 410516--------------------------------------------------
       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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