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Post by Inna Karuut on Jul 28, 2016 14:00:50 GMT -5
Inna always enjoyed running, it was one of the few things that could help her nonviolently de-stress. And it was on this fine, foggy morning that she was hurredly speeding across the beach. She wore a fitted tank top with a jacket tied around her waist and track pants. Though she was running through the sand barefoot. Her speed was on the lower end of what she could do but she wasnt trying to set any records here.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 15:08:28 GMT -5
Morgan pushes through the fog over to one of the benches, smoldering cigarette in-hand. Her apartment isn't too far away and sometimes the never-ending mist over the horizon helps her keep a little bit of balance amidst the chaos stuck in her head. She sits down and the wood creaks under the stress of the undoubtedly multiple-decade old metal that holds it up and she pinches the butt of her smoke between her lips. Down running across the sand she spots someone she's never seen before and her eyes lock-on.
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Post by Inna Karuut on Jul 28, 2016 16:11:42 GMT -5
Inna shuddered the moment she felt eyes on her. In addition to her regular enhanced senses she had the experience of being a target. Now, she wasn't necessarily being targeted but better safe than sorry. The white haired started to slow, looking around before she saw someone sitting on a nearby bench smoking a cigarette.
Before she even realized what she was doing Inna jogged on over with a smile and a wave. Internally she yelled at herself for immediately wanting to trust a pretty face. But well, this one sure was pretty. "Hey there," she paused grasping for anything to say, "Kind of a nice beach isn't it?" She glanced out at the... unending fog, cold sand, and empty... practically derelict docks. 'Good going, idiot' she thought bitterly.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 16:24:10 GMT -5
Morgan blows out a thick cloud of smoke to the side. She usually isn't all that considerate about who she's giving second-hand cancer, but she's feeling alright today... At least after getting out from behind that freakin' bar, stifled, constricted. She smiles back at the woman, "Hiya." Her voice comes out smooth as silk, "Yeah sure, I guess you could say that." Her toes, jutting out from the black sandals hugging her feet, dig into the damp grains of sand beneath the bench. "Don't think I've seen you before..." Morgan flicks away her half-done smoke, "I'm Morgan." Extending her hand.
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Post by Inna Karuut on Jul 28, 2016 23:31:21 GMT -5
The smell of smoke was strong, almost overpowering. And there was another scent beneath nearly as strong but Inna coldnt quite place it. But the combination... it almost reminded her of a city she lived in a few years back. A city she'd rather not hink about right now.
Especially not in front of this lovely lady who was obviously humoring her. "Nice to meet you, Morgan. I'm..." she hesitated for a fraction of a moment, "Inna Karuut." She still wasnt 100% used to it. But she smiled brightly."Yeah, I uh just moved here really. Still trying to get a laid of of the land."
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 28, 2016 23:42:52 GMT -5
Morgan smiles, "That's the thing about Point Reyes, never really can get a total grasp of things." She puffs out another cloud of smoke, "No one ever really does. But it's good to meet you too, Karuut." She crosses a leg, dress folded between her knees, eyes locked on the stranger. "You hesitating?" Morgan prods, "Hope you're not nervous out here in the mist running along a beach that never sees any boats..."
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Post by Inna Karuut on Jul 29, 2016 0:37:35 GMT -5
"It certainly seems like that sort of place." Inna nodded glancing down a moment. But she snapped to attention at the note of her hesitation, a slight embarrassment showing on her face. "N-no it's not about that. I'm not scared of whatever illegal activities are going on at those shacks." She motioned at the "fishing shacks" almost completely ignoring the fog. But she scratched the back of her head debating whether or not to tell the truth. Well, it couldn't hurt right? Inna glanced to the side, "I uh, recently changed my name that's all. Still not completely used to actually using it, y'know?" The white haired girl smiled nervously. At worst Morgan would ask why, right? Right?
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 29, 2016 18:57:18 GMT -5
She uncrosses her legs, obviously fidgeting around, feeling a little uncomfortable out in such an open place. Her eyes follow Inna to the shacks and back again. "Illegal? The fish guys?" Morgan checks again just to be sure, but the shrugs, catching the really interesting tidbit of the last sentence the woman uttered. A name change? What could she possibly have needed that for.
Morgan thinks of all the times she changed her name in the past 157 years, or at least the times that she thinks she can remember changing her name, as her entrance to this town had kind of an nuerolizing effect on her. She leans forward, "You had to change your name?" Eyebrow up, "Running from the feds?"
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Post by Inna Karuut on Jul 29, 2016 23:12:23 GMT -5
Inna blinked when Morgan questioned her observation of 'the fish guys'. "Of course. Why is no one fishing? I bet they load up the boats overnight for smuggling or something." She nodded assertively. And then Morgan asked if she was running from the feds. THE FEDS! Inna burst out laughing "oh please! No one's scared of the feds, they couldn't catch a mouse!" She giggled. "Besides I've never done anything worth their time." She said wiping a tear out of her eye. "No, i changed it because I wanted to. Or rather, i couldn't stand the other one." Inna took a breath, "I know you won't understand unless you hear it but..." Inna grew red with embarrassment, she really didn't want to tell her. She swallowed, "You gotta promise though. You can't laugh and you cant tell anyone. Okay?"
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 29, 2016 23:28:55 GMT -5
Morgan raises one eyebrow as she explains her theory about the fish guys, so she looks over there again and really isn't sure, mostly doesn't care all that much. To her they're just dudes selling things she hasn't any use for anyway. At the tail end of Inna's question she shrugs, "Sure I won't tell anyone, what could the reason possibly be, anyway?" She giggles, wiggling her fingers, "You a spy working for MI6, somehow got lost on a mysterious island town that you just can't escape no matter how hard you try?" Kicking back, both elbows over the edge of the bench. "Or is it something less drastic than that?"
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Post by Inna Karuut on Jul 29, 2016 23:46:17 GMT -5
Inna offered a weak smile, "You're funny but no" she took in another breath. "I... I suppose it shouldn't be such a big deal but they..." she pulled her ponytail forward over her shoulder slowly running er hands down the stark white hair. "They..." her face grew redder and the tall girl looked like she might just cry. "They named me Snowflake!" She covered her face and turned away from Morgan.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 29, 2016 23:53:19 GMT -5
"Snowflake?" Her face goes all perplexed, "They named you after literal white fluffy snow, huh?" Realizing she hadn't been smoking for a period of time or so, or maybe she was and something magically evaporated it from her fingers. So she pulls another stick out of her pack and lights up, inhaling through clenched lips that leave a mark of bloody red lipstick...At least, it looks like lipstick. She says, "Well I can understand that I suppose, I won't tell anyone..." She pokes, "But you gotta admit it's a little cute..."
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Post by Inna Karuut on Jul 30, 2016 0:09:05 GMT -5
Inna flinched when Morgan repeated it and only nodded solemnly taking breaths to calm down. Of course, Morgan didn't know what Inna had gone through on account of that name. But she didnt laugh and promised not to tell anyone so that would have to be enough...
Until Morgan spoke again. "Cute! Please. Maybe for a pet cat but not for a person who could grow into something clearly not 'cute'" she motioned to herself. Oh she certainly knew some could find her attractive. But that was clearly different quality than cute. "Besides that, people are just too cruel." She muttered under her breath.
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Post by Morgan Karga on Jul 30, 2016 0:14:39 GMT -5
Taken aback at Inna's last remark there, she chews covertly at the end of her cigarette before she finally remarks, "Grow into what? An adult woman?" Her toes pop out of the sand and her feet go back beneath the bench, knees bent, she leans forward, "That is what you mean, right?" She insists. smoking whirling up under her chin, curling over her nose and dissipating through the hair that now drapes over the sides of her face.
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Post by Inna Karuut on Jul 30, 2016 0:31:45 GMT -5
Inna blinked at Morgan's next comments, it felt sort of... accusatory... "Oh! I didn't mean it in a broad sense. I know plenty adult women who are cute." She casually motioned to Morgan without much thinking about it. "I just also know that I'm not one of 'em though. " she sighed softly. "That name never suited me and certainly doesnt suit me now." All of this just because she wasn't used to introducing herself as Inna. What a pain.
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