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Post by Windhorse on Nov 30, 2009 20:39:39 GMT
Lottie smiled to herself, and put her phone into her bag, flipping down the lid in a haste. She quickly pulled up her bike and popped it to the side, getting off. The fresh air was so refreshing. Lovely. She had heard of this place in Shaugh Prior, where a wood held a small stream. It was apparentley popular for musicians, as it was a good space to compose music in. The little village was bustling quietly, if that made sense. Well, Lottie's head was always in a muddle! She got out her sketchbook, and settled off. She would have to return home in an hour, but she had a little while to relax. Her feet carried her down into a little, narrow, cobble path. The lane had horse footprints inprinted into it, so she suspected a horse and carriage to have arrived earlier on that day, or even before. She looked up at the sky, the birds forming a perfect arrow head as they flew for the winter. Coming to a tree with a funny lump at the side of it, she stopped and put down her things. She walked over to the tree, and saw a rope ladder leading down from the upmost top branch. Walking over to it, she put her right hand on it and stepped onto it. It waved as she exceeded.
She finally got to the top, and to her delight found a lovely little cosy treehouse! She smiled to herself. The treehouse was perfect, because it was high up and in the wind and the breeze the branches made a soft, whooshing noise. She felt like she was a bird, when she sat in it, and started to sing a tune:- "Birds birds birds, if you had a mind, What would you think? See this sky, see this nest, see this heart in mind." It was off a TV Show she had recentley heard, but it still sounded nice.
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Post by Dirk- on Dec 1, 2009 13:40:05 GMT
Dirk ran through the forest, his eyes piercing through the trees. The siren call to run at the rabbits as he passed was getting all too strong, so he darted up to a tree and leapt into his branches, panting as he stared around.
He heard a voice, a feminine one singing, and he smiled and leapt down, heading towards it.
His blonde hair fell over his eyes and he grinned up at her, eyes sparkling. "Guten tag," he greeted her, his strong German accent impossible to hide - not that he'd want to. He leapt up into the tree-like den and sat a way from her, wrapping his arms around his legs. "Hello, as the English say," he said again, just in case she didn't understand German.
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Post by Windhorse on Dec 1, 2009 13:47:09 GMT
Lottie looked down, and blushed. A boy with blonde hair stood below her, wearing a cheesy smile. He looked a bit older than her, but nice. "Um...hi." Lottie thought he was strange. A little German at lessons at school was enough for her. But a German boy? Talking to her? Maybe starting to like her a little? Too much German, no way, no doubt. Lottie thought again. She wanted to make some more friends, so she'd better introduce herself politely. "I'm Lottie, you?" Hesitating, she smiled again. "Can you speakmuch English? English is far much easier than Geman.You should try it some time."
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Post by Dirk- on Dec 1, 2009 13:52:01 GMT
Dirk smiled as she introduced herself. "I do speak English, just not often. German is better for me," he admitted. "My name is Diederik Adler, Dirk to my friends and family."
He smiled. "I think you might like this." He gave her one last grin then leapt out of the tree, continuing to plummet, like he didn't care if he was about to make a nice splat in the forest. At the last minute he transformed into a large black falcon, which flew up into the sky, darting through the trees before it circled band soared back up to the top, perching on the branches Lottie was on, before tilting his head to the side and turning back to a human.
His clothes were still intact, though slightly covered with feathers, which was rare for infected humans to experience.
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Post by Windhorse on Dec 1, 2009 13:55:30 GMT
Lottie grinned to herself. "Yeah, you're totally cool. Flying must be amazing. I used to dream about flying, but I'd rather be a land animal, then that way I don't really need to get use to stuff I haven't ime for. So, what are you doing here? Are you a Foreign Exchange Student? Who are you called?" Lottie climbed down the ladder to get a closr look at him...
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Post by Dirk- on Dec 2, 2009 17:38:16 GMT
Dirk smiled at her. "Yes... I am an ex-exchange student from Germany. I decided to stay here instead of go back. Bar your weather and government, England is a nice place, don't you think?" Dirk grinned. "And like I said, my name is Dirk Adler. Und du Englisch sind nehme ich an?"
Dirk enjoyed switching between languages, especially if it confused people. "Und, ja, flying is fun. Until you get into the cloud bank, then it is a hassle." Dirk wrapped his arms around his knees again and stared blankly out at the trees. His eyes twinkled mischeivously. "Do you like the forest, then?"
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Post by Windhorse on Dec 2, 2009 21:26:01 GMT
Lottie sat down beside him. "German is very confusing. But, answering your question, yes, the forest amazes me, especially the creek." She hesitated slightly, thinking for a while, before saying:- "What is a cloud bank?" Lottie touched the soft grass with her hands, and smiled cheesily. Dirk was cute. Real cute. But she was in a nusy time for the year, and her parents wanted her back soon. She could call them though... "Hey, Dirk, where are you staying, then? I can't stay for much longer. I can show you around Plymouth. I can show you such amazing things."
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Post by Dirk- on Dec 3, 2009 8:39:23 GMT
Dirk smiled. "I like the forest too. It's relaxing, and I can... let loose, like you just saw."
Dirk smirked at her. He wasn't exactly sure what to think of her. She seemed intellegent enough but didn't know what a cloud bank was. It was insulting to him, considering it was the place birds 'hung out' alot. He didn't bother to answer her question and instead he turned his head away, the breeze blowing in his face and ruffling his hair.
"German isn't confusing," Dirk laughed. "To a German person."
He laughed lightly. "I'm ok. I've been in Plymouth for two years now. I certainly know my way around, though I stick to the outbacks. The city is... daunting and too crowded. I live just down the road, in the village. A small country house. You can come in for a drink, if you want." His English was very good, and certainly better than her German.
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Post by Windhorse on Dec 3, 2009 8:42:06 GMT
Lottie smiled in a haste, but she couldn't. Her parents wanted her back soon, and she did want to be on their good side. "Look, Dirk, sorry but I can't. My parents are waitingfor me back home. Maybe another time?" Lottie felt guilty then, but she started to stand up and flippped her phone down. Again her eyes dawned on Dirk, and she smiled. He was so amazing, his face was perfect and so soft to the touch, she didn't doubt it. "Dirk, um, do you have a phne number?" Lottie blushed as she asked this. Her new phone was awesome and she did want him as a friend. She'd never had a boyfriend before, either. But she'd better get home, it was starting to rain, and she had a lot to tell her parents. So she started to walk towards her bike, despite having asked a question.
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Post by Dirk- on Dec 4, 2009 13:28:39 GMT
Dirk smiled at her. "No problem, I understand."
He watched as she closed her phone, he pulled a half-smile and leapt down from the tree, landing lightly on his feet. His pupils dilated as he noticed movement and he straightened up, brows pulled into a frown. "Warten," he snapped in German and put his finger to his lip. The movement in the bush was too big to be anything smaller than a young deer, common in these parts.
The young German jerked his head in her direction as she spoke again. He pulled out a notepad from his pack pocket, and a pen, and wrote down his number which he offered to her with a raised eyebrow, his teeth clenched. "Vorsichtig sein, ja?" He frowned, a look of concern spreading across his features.
He climbed back up the tree partly and sat on a branch, his legs dangling beneath him. He watched the surrounding shrubs with an untrusting scowl. He'd follow her, just in case.
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Post by Windhorse on Dec 4, 2009 13:44:11 GMT
Lottie smiled, and noticed that Dirk looked irratated. "Sorry, Dirk, are you sure you're ok?" Lottie looked up at him, and smiled. She thought she had blown it. "Hey, why don't you meet up with me sometime and my parents?" Lottie was getting nervous now, as she though she had heard a slight coughing in the bush beside her. A movement. Nothing, Lottie though, just the breeze. Lottie climbed up and started to speak. "Bye, then, I guess I'll see you around."
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Post by Dirk- on Dec 4, 2009 13:51:04 GMT
Dirk never took his eyes off of the bush, his eyes zoning-in on the leaves on the shrubs - a useful skill he earned from being a falcon.
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Sure, see you round. Take care. And get home, before your parents wonder where you are and skin me alive for keeping you. Und nichts tun dumm." He was aware she wouldn't understand any of the warnings he was giving her, but if there was someone there, neither would they. By any mircale she may pick up on the fact he'd told her not to do anything stupid, but probably not, given she didn't even know when he said hello to her. He leapt down from the tree and walked up to the bushes, wondering whether or not to see if anyone was there. He shoved through them, and found no-one there. He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at her. "Auf Wiedersehen." He said with a little wave.
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Post by Windhorse on Dec 4, 2009 13:59:46 GMT
Lottie smiled to herself as she walked away, and waved. "I know that one, auf wiedersehen, Dirk." She was walking down to her bike when she thought she heard a soft, light chuckle. Must have been her imagination. Getting onto her bike, she started to cycle down the hill towards the road. It was such a nice village, that people started to wave to her as she waved back. The sun had come out again, so she didn't need to wear her raincoat or umbrella hat. "Bye, Dirk!" She shouted happily, knowing that he wouldn't hear her. Looking up, she saw a group of geese soaring over the hills. They formed a perfect arrowhead, just like the valleys and spurs in Geography. "Not Geo thinking again, Lottie, give it a break," She grumbled to herself, but it still didn't spoil her mood.
As Lottie was halfway home, she though she felt eyes on her. She looked behind her, but there was no one there. So she carried on cycling. She had felt really strange lately, like somebody or something was after her. She picked up a gear as she raced downhill. She wanted to get home quick, she was beggining to feel uneasy. "Come on Lottie." She whispered to herself. She was getting home, and nothing was going to stop her from reaching the safety of her parents.
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Post by Dirk- on Dec 4, 2009 14:09:46 GMT
Dirk climbed back up in the tree and put his headphones in his ears, swinging his legs to the beat of the music. He frowned as a man emerged, an arrogant, unfriendly expression on his face. Dirk's eyes narrowed and he watched uncomfortably as the man followed Lottie's cycle tracks out of the area.
Dirk dropped down from the tree, silent. He followed the man out, keeping his distance. The guy was in his mid-forties, and... something about him was just wrong. As they entered the village the man pushed his glasses up his nose and smiled innocently. Dirk disappeared and was replaced by the black falcon again, which soared up into the sky, following the man from above.
The man turned down a shortcut, which would take him to the road which Lottie was headed for. Dirk didn't trust him, and as the man leapt out at Lottie, knocking her off her bike, Dirk swooped down and dug his talons into the guy's head, who swatted at him. The falcon screamed furiously and beat its wings.
The man ran off, and Dirk-bird landing on Lottie's bike handle, head cocked to the side. Dirk suddenly appeared again, his black vest and jeans still in tact, as usual. He picked the bike up and helped Lottie to her feet. "Mist! I sprained my ankle." He hissed as he put his foot down. He clutched it and sat down on the wall. He had a little bruise forming on his bare arms too, where the man had managed to hit his wing.
"You ok?" Dirk asked her, a look of concern on his face, despite the fact he was obviously more bothered about his bruise and ankle than anything else. Of course, if she was hurt, he'd be worried about her too, but at that moment he was only aware of his own minor injuries.
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Post by Windhorse on Dec 4, 2009 15:47:59 GMT
Lottie scanned the area in panic, and looked at Dirk. His bruise looked painful, but she was fine. She held his arm and lifted herself up. "Ow!" Lottie exclaimed, breathing steadily. Hr arm really hurt, but she could move itm just about. She didn't think she could ride her bike, though. "Dirk, who was that man? All I could see was a flash of black and I hit the road. My bike's ok, I think. My arm hurts, but I'm ok. Where's the man? You look lie your arm needs a bandage. Is it safe to go home?"
Lottie waddled over to where some dry dockleaves were growing. She picked hree and sat near Dirk/ Lifting his arm up, she tied them to make a bandage whee his huge bruise was unmistakenly forming. "You might need to get that checked." Lottie pulled herself up, and looked onto the floor. There was a tiny piece of paper there, with three words on it. She lunged it into her pocket. Furiously tryin to find the criminal, she checked her bike at the same time. Good job it was fine. Dirk, are my parents safe?" Lotie whispered, a dreading fear taking place inside of her. What if they wer in danger? She didn't even know what the man wanted, why he had even ried to hurt Dirk and her. And why had Dirk followed her, did he know something? Lottie's brow wrinkled as she thought this. If he knew something, then it wasn't good to mix with the wrong crowd. Who knows what might happen next? But she liked Dirk-a lot. An awful lot. "You read a lot of stories in adventure books, about heros and heroines and stuff like this. I always thought it wouldn't happen. But it isn't just a story book. Dirk, tell me what you know. You know something I don't. If my parent's or pets or friends are in danger, the I really want to help them. And I want to help you, Dirk."
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Post by Dirk- on Dec 6, 2009 11:21:18 GMT
Dirk laughed - like a maniac - at her reaction to everything. His indifferent attitude to most things often confused people, but now he was confused by Lottie's over-exaggerated reaction.
Did he read too many heroes and villains books? He laughed again. As she attempted to make a bandage out of a dock leaf he lifted her hand off of him. He wasn't overly keen on strangers touching him so much, nor her fussing over him.
"I'm fine. It's a bruise." He told her firmly and stood up. "What about you? Let me look at your arm. As for the guy, he's long gone, and shan't bother us again, if he has any sense. Your parents will be fine, he probably was just going to try and mug you, you know... steal what money you may have had on you? He wouldn't have been up to much else in this light, it's not even dark yet."
Dirk took her arm, gripping her tightly but gently, not hurting her. He moved her arm. "I think you may have sprained it or knocked the bone. I'll take you home, and you can get your parents to look at it."
Dirk was still a little miffed that she had started trying to take care of him. He was fine, and could look after himself. He'd been doing so for the past two years.
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Post by Windhorse on Dec 9, 2009 20:44:04 GMT
Lottie was a little surprised that Dirk pushed her away. She had a cautious feeling, now-a feeling that she should stay away, not so close for a while. She sighed, and siled. "Sorry. And Dirk, I'll be fine. Let me get home before it gets dark. You're right, that man won't chase me again. I'll tell my parents. Thanks for your help, and nice meeting you." She added, whispering at the end. She pulled her bike up, but her arm stung like mad. She felt nausios, aswell, but she wouldn't tell Dirk. The sick feeling stopped after a while, but her arm was in pain. Big time. "Dirk, my arm..." She was still scared for her parents. "Tjhat man looked like he was in a rush somewhere, you know."
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Post by Addy on Dec 10, 2009 16:16:55 GMT
Dirk glared at her. "No, I insist you let me walk you home." He snapped and checked her bike. "If your arm hurts, let me hold the bike for you and you can walk," he offered, agitated.
Man in a rush? Oh no, thieves had all the time in the world! Dirk was a bit peeved about something, but he didn't know what. He was simply wound up.
He felt sick with worry. He bit his lip and stared around himself before sighing. "Eh...huhn, can I meet your parents?" She might interpet his new nickname for her wrongly, so he added, "huhn means chicken, you know... the birds?"
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Post by Windhorse on Dec 11, 2009 13:54:07 GMT
Lottie shrugged. "Dirk, I just want to get home and see my mum and dad. Youi can't come with me, I barely know you." Lottie's face flashed a red sign of embarrasement. What if he wanted to be her-gulp-boyfriend? "Dirk, you're nice, but I just don't really think, you know..." She gestured with her hands. But what was she thinking? He hadn't even said anything about that topic yet. "I'll get on my way, then, Dirk..." She started to wave goodbye, but she just wanted to go. He was freaking her out. She shuddered again, but she wasn't that cold. She began to pull up her bike and hopped onto it. Then, without a second glance, she sped off into the distance. The fog was emerging, but she knew she was on the right track. She felt guilty too, but she thought he was a stalker now. She should have ignored him in the first place. It wasn't long before she was half way home, so she started to slow down a bit and enjoyed the views. It was much sunnier here, and no fog anywhere. "Lottie, ignore Dirk. He's a stalker. Really." She thought she heard a squawk above her, but it was just a bird.
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Post by Dirk- on Dec 11, 2009 17:11:03 GMT
Dirk frowned at her words. She really thought he'd let her go home without talking to her parents about the incident. He was a 'responsible adult' now, and if they wouldn't listen, he'd tell the police to be wary of the guy.
"I'm coming with you, to see that your parents get you arm checked and inform the police about the attack. If they don't, I will," Dirk snapped fiercely and followed her at a distance. She disappeared into the growing fog, but could easily see her, despite her being a fair way away. He pulled out his headphones from his pocket and turned on the music.
He reached her street and watched her go inside. He frowned and turned of his mp3 player and stepped up to the door, nervous. He'd never been to a girl's house before, yet alone one he now held himself responsible for, and one he also actually kinda... slightly....maybe liked a little bit. But just liked her, cause she was nice and all. He continued to make excuses for himself as he knocked on the door.
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