Posts by KeyLimeDragon

*TLALOC*
* Male
* 29 yrs

The cool rain drizzled from the clouds passing over the sandy plains to cascade easily through the young dragon's feathery mane and wings. He had been laying quietly atop the square platform that forms the peak of this strange man-made hill.
Its four stair-like sides and smaller steep centralized staircase was constantly used by the small bronzed skin humans, there they would leave all manner of things covered in thier stench.
Sometimes an ornately dressed male would ascend the small staircase to carefully approach him. This man often brought many onlookers and spoke at him loudly, grandly gesturing over the people below.
This ornate man would even sever the head from another of his humans to roll it down the steps to cheering onlookers, leaving hot pungent blood under his resting place.
They referr to him as Tlaloc, and through observation he has learned they believe he brings the rains. Lately tho there has been no clutter on the base of his hill, the long lasting rains the people once prayed to him for, have now begun to flood thier low crop fields. He can tell they are becoming restless.

Name:Tobias
Age:19
Rank:guy friend 3
Power:can influence the weather
Sexuality:open
Relationships:looking
looks:
other:lucky

"Woah!" Tobias exclaimed,pushing past Joel. He couldn't help but poke at all the shiny crystals and trinkets. His ocean soaked trunks helped make soggy, barefoot prints as he moved around the shop. "Come on man, this stuff is too cool! Besides, there's not enough of your brain for anyone to bother taking over." He teased.

Tobias edged closer to the table, resting one hand on the back of Olivia's chair. His gaze continues to roam over the magical items hung about the shop...

Tobias' eyes flew open at his friends high pitched shriek. Glancing over to exchange a look with Shiloh for a moment before erupting into uncontrolled laughter.

"Awww, come on...its just cause yer so adorbs!" Tobias says,leaning over to shuffle Joel's Beanie and messing his hair.

Tobias stood transfixed on the fortune teller. From the moment he heard her voice, he had felt a Jolt arc up his spine, setting his hairs on end.
Odd for him to fall into such a silence, but his mind felt as though in a cloud, no thoughts,no discomfort,no response to what's around him, simply transfixed. His slate colored,eyes follow the movement of her chiming bangles as her raspy voice whispers and echoes,weaving a sort of spell around him.

Fading closer and louder in his mind, breaking through the hurricane of whispers of his friends fortunes spinning around him a word breaks through;
"Tobias" the teller speaks his name aloud, just above a whisper.
Sounding like a howling shriek to him, the young surfer practically flies back several feet from the oaken table, setting brass bells and singing bowls a clatter as he reaches out to regain his feet.
Wild eyed and ashen, he searches the faces of his friends, before meeting the gaze of the psychic. She gives him a sly ,crinkly smile."From the wind and sea, my dear." She croaks at him.
Shuddering, he stumbles,forgetting his friends and practiacally falling backwards out the door, his wild gaze never leaving the old woman.

Turning, tword Shilohs scream Tobias shakes, as his friend repels from the doorway. Convinced his scream and Joel's yell of cookery means the witch woman is about to float out after him, he turns and crashes over his longboard, landing face first in the sand.

OOC: I love a that all the boys have pretty much fainted and the girls are keeping thier cool much better

Tobias lay stunned, sprawled what he knew must look ridiculously over his board and still with his face in the sand...he could hear the waves and people walking by, most likely eyeballing the weirdo on the ground. As his heart rate slowed, and the sand began drying his mouth,thoughts began to creep into his mind; it must've been a hallucination or heat stroke...no way that was real.

"Ack!" Tobias choked as he is hauled to his feet and out towed the others. Brushing the sand from his hair and chest, he catches sight of the girls, getting a bit embarrassed by remembering his less than brave actions. "Think I just ate a cig butt..." he mumbles trying to relieve his anxiety with humor.

OOC: Can I do some monsters?!
I can be a people too, if you really want... But oh man, I'd really like to let loose some of my horrendous monsters for you...your setting is perfect!

Tobias jumps From Joel's exclamation and looks around, glancing wearily back twored the shop.
Not seeing anything to be alarmed about ,he shakes his head and walks to grab his board out of the sand "I donno what your goin' on about out here, Joel, but I think that shop must have a gas leak or something." Taking a centering breath and closing his eyes for a moment, he appears to become himself again. "Maybe we're just hallucinatin' hungry, Dudes! I dunno about you, but I'm grabbing some nachos and hitting the sunset surf. Only thing I know 100% is food and waves!"

(*Night!*)

"I don't even know,man. it's like you said before ; "she's a fake," and she probably has some weird smoke machine and shaky floor installed, like those haunted houses on the boardwalk. I'm over it, Dude!" He exclaimed shoving his board into the sand before climbing the Sandy Sun bleached wooden steps to the Tiki Taco.

Digby's Department Store had stood on the corner of Fourth and Main for over fifty years. It had stood through the flash flooding just as well as it had stood through the two tornadoes that hit the town. Although it stood today just where it always had, it was far from the pristine condition Mr. Digby religiously kept it in. The old man had been one of the last to leave town after the reports and sightings of the creatures, but as his customers left one by one, so did his will to stay.
Digby's had everything from animal feed to scented candles, most of the isles now we're in shambles. What with the looting and soon after the animals. But there was one isle mostly untouched by the chaos that swept the townsfolk away, isle seven. And that's where a young boy, no older than six found himself when the sirens echoed through the gutted department store.
Back behind the greeting cards and across from the fake flowers was the small toy section, and it was the only place this sandy haired youth enjoyed being.
Covering his ears to block the shrill sound he stands slowly,eyes as wide and round as the buttons on his oversized men's work shirt. He lets out a soft whimper and stoops, pulling an old, raggedy denim rabbit from the pile of brand new plush toys. Clutching it to his chest he runs to the end of the isle. Searching the dim stoe, impatiently waiting. Fear overcomes his young sensibility and he tears for the front of the store. Pausing in the broken glass From the Windows, he takes in the gloomy sky and begins to wail. Overwhelmed he kneels, tears stream into the denim doll as he begins rocking back and forth, The doll muffling the sounds of his frightened wails.

OOC= sorry if it's a bit rough...on my fone and a little pressed for time...

A few minutes later Tobias sat himself,and a huge plate of Jalapeno nachos under an umbrella on the Tiki Taco deck. Craming some nachos in his mouth he looks out over the waves where he can see Shiloh sitting on his board. "Looks a little weak," he says to himself."too bad that tropical storm turned away, we'd have some awesome swells..."

As he is scooped into the air, arms supporting him in familiar warmth,the young boy begins to regain himself.
But something is wrong.
Wiping his eyes he looks up, not into a familiar face but a round freckled face, which he has never seen.
Panic once again seizing his heart, he screams shrill and high in the almost eerie silence after the loud sirens. Flailing wildly he begins to swing the dingy rabbit around yelling " Ry-Ry! Ry-Ry!"

Back at Digby's a shadowy form fills the empty space where the young boy was moments before. Hesitating briefly, scanning the area. No clues in this pounding rain, untill the sharp crys of a distressed youngling. Feet slipping in the broken glass, the figure hastily charges into the storm twords the sound of the persistent wails.

The young boy pauses in his wailing, red faced and trying to catch his breath. He blinks through the rain at her, holding his toy over his wet hair. A slow realization creeps over him and the panic seems to slip slowly from his face. The boy is left momentarily puzzled at this young girl before hearing the approaching foot steps.

Through the rain the young man came, tearing with vicious ferocity tword the kidnapper. His Sandy colored hair matted around his face, and his eyes flashing fire.
He knew he shouldn't have left him alone, not even just a few isles away. How could he be so stupid? This was a nightmare after all, and you can't leave anyone you care about alone, in a nightmare.
Rain stinging his eyes as soggy Converse pound the pavement, he quickly closes the gap between him and his quarry. A primal, rumbling yell tears from his snarled lips as he drags his homemade weapon across the pavement, sparks flying menacingly.