Post by WHISKEY on Aug 4, 2011 19:53:01 GMT -5
Ahh, the sun was shining bright, the birds were chirping loudly, people were grilling and swimming and not a cloud in the sky-- "Not a cloud in the sky?!" Miles Maynard practically barked up at the bright blue sky, his hands balled into loose fists and placed on his hips as if he were going to throw a tantrum because of this news. Why was there no clouds? Why had summer been such a bright, clear season this year?! Last year it had rained and was muggy and filled with fog everywhere. THAT was the summer that Miles had wanted and he'd been severely disappointed.
The boy who was of average height and seemed to be more on the lanky, starved side was not much of a 'fun in the sun' sort. He preferred the murky, grey skies any day over a clear blue one. It was just more relaxing and comforting for him because of what he was. He was what his own species called a 'Blurr,' a being who could very easily blend in with almost any sort of environment. No, he couldn't go invisible entirely but he was sort of like a chameleon. Only instead of changing colors he changed density, if you will. His body mass would change from [somewhat] solid to what could only be described as gaseous. That's right, Miles Maynard could turn himself into gas! Sort of. It made one hell of a defense mechanism that was for sure!
The boy was in the woods near the trails on Megsy Isle, keeping just off the tracks because he wasn't there to hike or join in on the activities they had planned down on the beach. He was there just to have a little fun spooking the trail goers. It didn't achieve anything but it amused him to no end! And as he walked through the trees and shrubbery parallel to the trail, he made a sharp left turn so that he'd be able to intersect it. Then, he decided to just stop near a group of bushes and squatted down near them and waited for some poor sap to walk by.
There had always been rumors of weird beings in the woods but that was usually at night and only on the foggiest of nights. Being a Blurr, he was attracted to the fog. It was the easiest way to blend in to the point of almost disappearing. He called it his 'vanishing act' whenever he was talking to random strangers that were passing through. The very thought of it made him chortle to himself and he had to quickly cover his mouth because he heard the sound of a twig snap followed by the sound of voices.
"Let the games begin." He said quietly to himself, getting into a stance that would able him to leap out of the bushes and take off across the path without stumbling. If he stumbled it wouldn't work. He waited.. waiting for the opportune moment to come. And finally, it did.
The boy who was of average height and seemed to be more on the lanky, starved side was not much of a 'fun in the sun' sort. He preferred the murky, grey skies any day over a clear blue one. It was just more relaxing and comforting for him because of what he was. He was what his own species called a 'Blurr,' a being who could very easily blend in with almost any sort of environment. No, he couldn't go invisible entirely but he was sort of like a chameleon. Only instead of changing colors he changed density, if you will. His body mass would change from [somewhat] solid to what could only be described as gaseous. That's right, Miles Maynard could turn himself into gas! Sort of. It made one hell of a defense mechanism that was for sure!
The boy was in the woods near the trails on Megsy Isle, keeping just off the tracks because he wasn't there to hike or join in on the activities they had planned down on the beach. He was there just to have a little fun spooking the trail goers. It didn't achieve anything but it amused him to no end! And as he walked through the trees and shrubbery parallel to the trail, he made a sharp left turn so that he'd be able to intersect it. Then, he decided to just stop near a group of bushes and squatted down near them and waited for some poor sap to walk by.
There had always been rumors of weird beings in the woods but that was usually at night and only on the foggiest of nights. Being a Blurr, he was attracted to the fog. It was the easiest way to blend in to the point of almost disappearing. He called it his 'vanishing act' whenever he was talking to random strangers that were passing through. The very thought of it made him chortle to himself and he had to quickly cover his mouth because he heard the sound of a twig snap followed by the sound of voices.
"Let the games begin." He said quietly to himself, getting into a stance that would able him to leap out of the bushes and take off across the path without stumbling. If he stumbled it wouldn't work. He waited.. waiting for the opportune moment to come. And finally, it did.
