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Post by Logan Marshall on Sept 21, 2014 23:47:23 GMT
@italy
(Hey, Randamir. Don't worry, Logan is a better guy, he's not going to beat feli up.)
Logan roamed through the forest, hoping to find somewhere quiet where he could curl up and die. Everyone he loves is disappearing. His girlfriend Rayne left the academy, his best friend Jack disappeared, and his little brother is gone, where, he didn't know. He counted the people on his fingers. Three people had left him. But Rayne, her departure broke his heart. She was always there for him, and the only girl he ever truly loved. He climbed up a tree and shifted to human form, sitting on a branch. His hands trembled as he quietly sobbed into his hands.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 3:41:20 GMT
Feliciano was prancing around in his feline-form, his stubborn little curl even sitting there while in his cat form. Frankly, he didn't understand what was up with his curl. It never went away, and he always kept his hair neat, but it stayed anyway.
These were some of the thoughts that flitted absentmindedly through the cat half-blood's mind. Among others were girls, pasta, going home, and how different everything was here. America was fun and all, but Feliciano would be lying if he said he didn't miss the streets of Venice. Everything was too gray here, and even though Animalia Academy was less bland than the rest of the city, there still wasn't enough color for him to feel at home at all.
Quiet, yet distinct sobbing caught the tabby cat's ears, and he looked around, then up to find a boy not that much older than himself crying quietly in a tree. As oblivious as he could be at times, when it mattered he knew not to act so stupid. His tail flicked before he started climbing up the trunk of the tree and perched himself gracefully on the branch beside Logan. He then shifted into his human form, trying to give a reassuring smile.
"Ve~?" he asked. "Something wrong? Was it a girl?" As far as matters with girls went, Feliciano was almost psychic.
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Post by Logan Marshall on Sept 22, 2014 10:23:02 GMT
Logan was surprised when a cat climbed up the tree, and was even more surprised when it turned into a human. The boy, to Logan, seemed around 17 years old, and Italian, by his accent. Logan knew Italian from his time in Venice, it was one of his many known languages. Logan stopped his crying and nodded. "Si, avete indovinato." He said. "La mia ragazza Rayne lascio I' Accademia una settimana fa, e non ho mai avuto da dire addio."
(Just in case. .:::. "Yes, you guessed it." He said. "My girlfriend Rayne left the academy a week ago, and I never got to say goodbye."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2014 15:06:47 GMT
(ALright, just a character tip, you can't conveniently know too many languages. Italian is fine, but try to limit it to two at the very most. It's unrealistic, otherwise. And if Feliciano says too much too fast, it's still unrealistic for him to make out everything.)
Feliciano's eyes widened in surprise as the boy started speaking Italian back at him. The accents were a little off, it was clear it certainly wasn't his first language, but even so he brightened up when he learned somebody else could speak his native tongue.
"Parli italiano?" he asked, a large grin replacing his smaller one from before. He kept in mind he still shouldn't speak too fast, Logan wouldn't be able to keep up that much. He decided it would be easier for him to speak English, though. It was Logan's first language, and Feliciano needed the practice anyway.
"Oh? So it was a girl?" he mused aloud, remembering the actual content of the words that Logan had said. "Ve~ Girls are weird. She just left? Without telling anyone, not even you?"
"Mi scusi," he started again. "My name is Feliciano. I got to America just last week and came here a few days ago."
(Italics are Italian -didn't realize how similar those words were...- "You speak Italian?" and "Oh, pardon me/excuse me.")
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Post by Logan Marshall on Sept 22, 2014 15:23:51 GMT
Logan let out a chuckle at Feliciano's surprised look. Logan nodded his head. "Si." He said. Logan wiped away his tears and nodded. "Yeah, she just left. But I don't blame her, she was in a pack. She was part wolf. But still, it just sucks that I couldn't even say goodbye." Logan just remembered he didn't introduce himself. "I am Logan Marshall, tiger half-blood. Nice to meet you Feliciano."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 1:49:09 GMT
(-le gasp-)
Feliciano smiled again, once again more to try and reassure Logan that it was okay. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the more sensible part of Feliciano was insiting he not be so open so quickly, but often he squashed that part down
"Hmmm..." he pondered for a moment, still smiling as he tapped his fingers against his chin in thought. "I do like to consider myself an expert on girls," he admitted. "I guess actually getting a date with one is kind of hard for me, but I'm not bad, I swear! Maybe she's coming back...? And if she doesn't, move on! She wasn't the right one for you, and it seems there are a lot more pretty girls here..."
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Post by Logan Marshall on Sept 23, 2014 11:58:43 GMT
Logan gave a chuckle when Feli said he was an expert on girls. "Si, there are pretty girls. But none of them are like Rayne! None of them like me. I... haven't been the best of people since I got here... I haven't done the best things. But Rayne wasn't bad at me for that. We were both alone when we grew up, and didn't grow up around the nicest people." He told him, holding back tears at the thought of the reason he was alone. He shifted into a tiger and then ran down the tree, shifting to human form when he reached the bottom.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 1:30:53 GMT
Feliciano frowned slightly. Stories about true love didn't happen all the time, he knew that. Perhaps...maybe Rayne had been the one for Logan, but Logan wasn't the one for her? Sometimes, more than the Italian wanted to admit, it happened. The real world wasn't one of true love or fantasies, and anyone who believed that would soon have to face the truth, almost like having ice water splashed in your face. Feliciano had learned this long ago, though.
Life sure as hell wasn't kind sometimes. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that Logan hadn't had a good life. Feliciano had opened his mouth to give more words of reassurance and encouragement before Logan almost ran over him as he pushed past the cat-halfblood to clamber down the tree. It was then Feliciano saw the boy in his tiger form, powerful muscles rippling under fur and sharp teeth with slightly tinted red that was a sign that he had used them before, on multiple occasions.
Despite this, Feliciano ran after him, not even climbing down the tree but jumping straight off the branch. Cats always landed on their feet, and while in cat form, jumping so high may have been a risk, his cat skills were increased in porportion to his human form. He landed neatly on two legs, then followed Logan. "Wait!" he shouted. "Just slow down so we can talk!"
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Post by Logan Marshall on Sept 25, 2014 12:03:59 GMT
Logan ran a little farther, sprinting. He turned his head to see Feli, who was apparently chasing after him. He stopped after a while and slumped on a tree. "Feliciano, why did you chase after me?" His anger was rising, and he gets deadly when he's angry. He put his hand in his bag, holding onto his knife. He shook his head and calmed himself. "Feliciano, I appreciate you trying to help me feel better, but I don't need it. My entire life was filled with disappointment, I think I could handle this." He said, holding back tears.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2014 0:35:24 GMT
Feliciano kept following Logan, almost right on his heels thanks to an agility boost that came with being half-cat. He hadn't even broken a sweat or started panting before Logan stopped and very briefly, the Italian swore he caught sight of the silver glint of a knife. Immediately he stopped, aware of the danger of provoking the tiger half-blood too much. While sometimes Feliciano was oblivious and ran face first into a situation most would try to stay away from, he knew when he was in immediate danger and when he had to prepare to fight back or defend himself.
"Calmati, Logan, calm down," he tried coaxing, hands up in defense, while also showing he wasn't armed. He realized he was slipping into more Italian, but it was hard not to. The words he wanted to say just meant more when he spoke them in his native tongue, and he didn't want to have to force them into something else that was foreign to his lips. "Non avete a che fare con questo da solo...siamo amici, giusto? I'm just here to help. That's what friends do."
(I don't think Kevin should understand all of it, but perhaps one or two words click, probably "friend" (amici). The translations are: Calm down then You don't have to deal with this alone...we're friends right?)
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Post by Logan Marshall on Sept 27, 2014 21:31:26 GMT
Logan caught the words calm down, and friend. Logan slowly nodded his head, still slumped against a tree. "Feliciano, can I tell you something. I have only told one person, but it would be best to get it out." He told him. What he was about to tell him, not even his girlfriend knew.
(Sorry it's short, I GOT NO MUSE)
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2014 1:59:03 GMT
Feliciano was miraculously silent for a moment after Logan spoke. It seemed like Logan had at least calmed down enough that the knife he was trying to hide in his bag had slipped out of sight again, and he visibly relaxed. That was good, right? The fact that he was so quick to grab it was bad, though. How many other people had gotten too close too quickly and weren't able to stop him from using it on them? He wasn't able to see if there was red on the knife, but he wouldn't be surprised if their was.
Becoming more aware of his situation, he decided to keep his distance and remain cautious of Logan for the time being. The words coming out of the teen's mouth almost slipped over his head, but Feliciano caught them just in time to actually understand what he was saying.
"Ve?" he asked, still processing the words, but he soon corrected his statement. "Of course you can tell me. That's another thing friends are for. Don't you know that?"
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Post by Logan Marshall on Sept 29, 2014 12:13:32 GMT
"People consider me a murderer, a mercenary, and a terrorist, because of my actions. I am an orphan, like most half-bloods, but the way they killed my parents was too brutal, too bloody. They tied me up in front of my parents, who were kneeling on the ground, telling me it was going to be okay. A man in a cloak came, he had an axe, and," he stopped, as tears began to fall from his eyes, but he had to go on, he had to get it out. "he-he-he put the axe up to my parents' heads, and swung. They took away the bodies before I could say goodbye. I was infuriated, I used my tiger strength and cut the ropes, and killed the HBES officers. I had to live on the streets, raised by gang members. I did graffiti, smoked and drank, at a young age. I was involved in some murders." He stopped. He couldn't say anymore, and he was afraid of what Feliciano would think.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2014 1:23:52 GMT
Feliciano listened as Logan spoke, almost frozen on the spot, half from horror because of what the tiger half-blood was saying, and half because he didn't know what to do. His instincts were screaming and him to run- he would be able to escape Logan easily if he did, he was really fast when running away from something -but he didn't.
The things Logan had seen and done were awful, and Feliciano knew he should run, that he should get away while he still could. But he had made a promise to Logan, a promise to be his friend. He wasn't lashing out at Feliciano now, he was reaching out, asking for help, and if Feliciano were to leave...
...if he batted that reaching hand away and turned his back on Logan, if he left him alone, he doubted the silver haired teen would ever let anyone in again. Besides, didn't he believe in second chances? The look of horror on his face slowly turned into one of serious determination, while still somehow keeping that friendly edge to it.
"So you weren't a very nice person before," he said with a small and dismissive shrug of his shoulders, as if it didn't even matter. "Friends don't care about who you were, only who are are becoming now. They try to help make you into a better person. If you keep thinking about what's done like that, it's not going to happen!" Soon the smile was back on his face.
"I can help, too! I like to think I'm good at making friends. And pasta. I'm really good at making pasta."
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