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Post by ms on Jul 21, 2008 20:56:52 GMT -5
Erik moved from the monkeys to the aviary next door. Wonderful park really, this zoo in London. Not quite like his American zoos, which he was used too. But still very nice. Over there was a bird he had eaten in Africa… sold for six thousand dollars in the states. He was never really one for birds, messy things that were far too loud and brightly colored. But they were interesting to watch. Leaning on the railing he accepted a small cup from a vender, holding it out and letting the lorikeets flock over and drink their fill. Strange creatures.
Such a nice day. One would hardly expect something to be going on in such a nice place.
(No idea…)
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Post by Dr. Elsa Schneider on Jul 21, 2008 23:50:52 GMT -5
ELSA SCHNEIDER ' [ » ] Elsa hated these crowds, they were crawling with perky teenagers and hyper children, all screaming and running wild all over the grounds. She had bag full of old papers and random books on useless subjects resting on her shoulders. Elsa wasn't much of a people person, but if anything she knows how to get what she's looking for. The zoo had just opened it's doors for the public, and this meant the entire city it seemed poured in to catch a glimpse of the animals and get a ride on one of the carriages. She swiftly brushed past a group of giggling teenagers, shoving them from her path. Elsa felt the angry glares against her back but she didn't dare give them the satisfaction of eye contact. She worked at the London University, teaching a few archeology classes in the mornings which often left her with the rest of the afternoon and evening off. Her main talent it seemed was breaking down codes, and translating letters and puzzles in languages that hadn't been seen or read aloud in sometimes a century. Her malicious attitude was her only defense, being blunt and way more aggressive than she should be. The determined blond skillfully managed to brush past the main gates and in a few subtle moments she sauntered past the playground as young children screeched and chased one another. That was another thing, Children. She didn't have the slightest clue would possessed people to want them, and surely Elsa hated the thought of having to listen to a child screech and not being able to return the thing. She had no clue as to why she was here, only that the zoo owner had some information about a certain someone she was currently trying to locate. In fact, it seemed that's all she thought about these days and that started to scare her.
[ » ] The parrot and lorrikeet cage was like a splash of colors, as if a person dumped their entire paint pallet on them and left them to dry out in the sun. Elsa smiled slightly, they seemed like unique little creatures but the thought of having to scrub their droppings from her jacket made her erase the good thoughts on the birds from her mind. Elsa spotted a few zoo workers handing out nectar to feed to the chirping birds, this is what attracted them to perch on your shoulder or finger, and a few times your head. She grabbed one small cup of nectar and sniffed the strange substance, it had no scent but was almost a pale cream in color. Elsa lowered it away from her face and slid into the exhibit which was covered by a large net to prevent the birds from making London their home. The moment she closed the doors a flood of birds came charging at her. As a reflex she covered her face in hopes the things wouldn't chew her flesh off, but gradually lowered her arms as the birds landed on her head instead. Get off of me! She grumbled and waved her hands just above her head to shake off the strangely colored birds. Elsa extended her arm to allow a dark red Lorrikeet to take a sip of the nectar before she trashed the cup and moved on.
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Post by ms on Jul 22, 2008 1:00:23 GMT -5
Erik turned as he heard the door open, watching as a lady was swarmed by birds of all colors. The feathered beings on his arms flew from him and flocked around the new cup that was presented to them. Tossing his empty cup into a trash can, he made his way over to the woman that seemed to have a problem with the birds around her. Reaching up a hand, he had one of the Lories step up from the banister onto his hand before turning to follow Elsa. Something about her rush to be rid of the birds surprised him. People didn’t just come into a zoo to fly through it. tossing his hand the bird flew off, and Erik tapped her kindly on the shoulder.
Are you alright? The birds didn’t hurt you I hope. He scrawled on the pad of paper from his pocket. Trusty paper, oh-joy. (I’m sorry. My posts are normally not this short. They will get longer, I know they will. I think I have a block from another site that’s following me around.)
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Post by Dr. Elsa Schneider on Jul 22, 2008 23:38:25 GMT -5
ELSA SCHNEIDER ' [ » ] She turned around, carefully reading the words on the note while trying to keep the birds coming back. Giving her efforts up, she extended a finger to wards one of the colorful creatures and flinched as it crept up her shoulder and reached it's head over to wards the cup of nectar. While trying not to burst out in a mad scream, she allowed the bird to hop from her shoulder down to the small cup and drink away. I'm...I'm fine, thanks. Just not my scene, I guess. She noticed his nonchalant nature to wards the birds, then again Elsa made note of the fact that he might spend more time at the zoo than she did. The professor rarely made it outside of the museum, she lived out of that place trying to figure out the mysteries that had been surrounding the large city the past few weeks. It didn't make any sense. The person she was supposedly looking for, had been said to have been missing for more than a few weeks, judging by the date on the most recent letter Elsa's old enemy Marion Ravenwood had received.
[ » ] In a desperate attempt to return her hair to it's previous state, she reached up and softly finger combed her wind blown hair. Today was not her day, and it wasn't looking any brighter as the day carried on. I knew I should have gone straight home. That employee probably has just another piece of junk I can sell for a dollar at the Fleur Rouge. Then again, better not go there. It didn't end well the last time I did. She slid down the arms of her jacket and sighed, this was definitely not her scene.
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