The Grill: senic route

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Okay guys remember The Grill? Its BACK! New rules too! Okay throw your character up (how ever long you wish) and the other person sets the seen. Now how will your character react to a different world? different people? Get into the character at new depth and lets see them sizzle! But most of all just have fun! Go a little crazy! Spark new ideas! Check the tag for a reminder of the last Grill. Now lets have fun! I'll go first!

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Cara: age 15, spitfire girl, and running from home.

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Location: South Kettering, West Coast of Scotland just south of Oban. Date: February 4th, 1815 Time: An hour prior to dawn. The Glamour Rifts were in a dangerous state of flux, rippling and twisting like storm tossed waves. Glimpses of other worlds, alternate times flickered through the tears. Isabella's fingers were frozen in a white knuckle hold around Rue's harness as she stared at the distorted pools of magic. Shaking her head, she tried to clear the visions, forcing herself to focus on the reality that actually was. The Broken Bird Inn. The ghostly ringing of the silver bells on the Dire Wolf Alpha's harness were a phantom refrain, an anchor point in the twisting visions. The young Darkkin focused on the warmth of the huge form beneath her, the crunch and crackle of her skirts, stiffened with snow and cold. These were real. The inn was real, the archway lay...Rue suddenly paused, his huge ears swiveling backward. A guttural growl gathered low in his throat, rumbling ominously. Something, someone was behind them. Someone had fallen through the rifts...Bella peered over her shoulder, afraid of what she was going to find.

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I shook off the show and stood wiping the grit and sleep from my eyes. Te building I was sleeping againnst wasn't very five star but it let me sleep . I shivered and pulled my jacket closed. I don't remember the cold or this place. Wait where am I? I spun looking I could see my breath and my mind raced. Where are all the cars and trucks? I shifted my pack and froze as a deep growl tickled my ears. . I spun again and reached down making sure my Buck was in my pocket. I had to fight myself not to step back. There was a inn maybe I could sneek pass the growling dog? But I've never seen such a thing. It looks like a damn wolf. This whole place is strange. I kept the fear in the back of my mind. There has to be a expanation. Where in the hell am I? What happened? The woman turned with the dog wolf she was beautiful. I must have got sucked up in a tornado somewhere and knocked my head around. People like that arn't around here or well around my town. Maybe I could ask her where this is. I steped closer trying not to drag my feet. "Uh hi?" Before I could say more a burst of wind cut off my words. A new wave of trembles shook my body. I huged my jacket tighter and waited for the stranger. Not sure if she had heard me.

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Isabella's senses were running hot, overwhelming her with information, catapulting her fear reflexes into hypersensitivity. She fought for control of the whirling world, forcing her senses closed, one by one. Her silvered eyes, flashed briefly in the lantern light before drifting shut. The oscillating patches across the faces of reality winked out. The sounds of the town washed over her. The whisper of snow. The touch of the wind. The fresh breath of biting sea air, tanged with salt. The bark of seals in the bay, the thundering of the waves. The warmth of Rue's fur, the muffled thump of approaching footsteps. The others were coming. Rue had ceased to growl, a promising sign, as Bella slowly reopened her Darkkin senses, carefully keeping her eyes shut. Smells became sharper, more distinctive. Cooked meats. Dying kelp and seaweed. Salt and smoke. Rosewater, lavender, bees' wax candles, hints of lemon and honey, the heavy taint of tallow. She went deeper. The metallic traces of iron...blood, but not from the figure beside the inn. It was from the sword, the stench of Macula. She lifted her face into the freshening winds, which were beginning to gust with the returning tides. There was something else here, something odd. It was slight, a little acrid and familiar, coupled with a scent she had never encountered before. Something that was not of natural origins. This was the scent of fear, hard travel. and the unknown. With her enormous silver eyes still hidden, Bella released the stranglehold on her other senses. The patterns of the world's songs traced out, a glowing map of life and patterns, igniting the darkness. There were no holes, no great voids that would indicate the presence of the Dark or one serving it. The reverberations coming from the figure by the inn were those of one who had been through a trauma of some sort, but didn't look dangerous. They appeared to be human. A soft sound teased Bella's ears as she studied the new arrival. Snapping back into her normal senses, she opened her eyes and truly looked at the figure for the first time. It was a teenager, judging from the sound of the voice, but a male or female? It was difficult to tell with the shadows, the wind, and the remaining rift distortions. "Uh...Hi?" It said. The figure spoke English, a very good sign. Bella toed Rue. The alpha sank down, allowing the young Darkkin to dismount, her feet soundless on the cobbles as she rose to her full height of an intimidating five feet. Even laying down, Rue's shoulder was the same height as Isabella's head. The huge silvery-white wolf remained alert, but cautious. The figure didn't look to be a threat. Bella finally found her voice. "Hello," She queried gently taking a step forward.

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I steped back from her I don't like to be too close. I looked around again at this strange place. Yeah so not where I feel asleep at. I turned back to her "where am I? Uh do you know where the bus is?" I ask shaking with the cold. Maybe I should have just went inside. But how did I get here? Maybe its a dream. I reached for my Buck knife but stopped. No if its not that won't go over well. At least the cold felt good on my brused ribs. I took a deep breath and held it wincing at the pain but the cold it also helped.

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Okay thank you!! Well I need Cara back so I can rewrite Tormented One. Next up!

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Angel Leslie Grace Beaumont. Aged 19 years, 4 months, 9 days. A Celeste of the Darkkin Tribe. First introduction: Dark Angel. Orphaned at age 11. Living family: Lady Emmaline, Dowager Countess of Taverton, Matriarch of the Darkkin Tribe.

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Allessia lay there her feet dangleing over the side of the cliff and useing her faithful Zantaur friend Jager as a pillow. His soul black fur and big body gave her all the warmth needed in the chill of the autum air. She watched the great fire falls cascading into the wide Wolfburn river. Even from this distance the multi colored flames are breath taking. The many colors dancing over the river reflecting on the cliff wall. The flames twisting up and about the falling water can be seen for miles. Blues , reds, greens, any color one could imagin. Night and day. This natural magic deposit is the most beautiful. But not by much, many say the Golden Forest holds more beauty. Allessia dreamly watches the falls resting after a long day of travel. Jager blows a snort startleing her. She looks behind her and smiles....

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Angel rolled over, but kept her eyes closed, knowing her senses were already running hot. There was magic in this place, latent and overpowering. This was not England. It was the only thing she was sure of at the moment. The atmosphere around her thrummed with life and a wildness her tame homeland hadn't known since the Fading. She forced herself to focus on the elemental, rudimentary facts relayed by her mortal senses. Reaching out a hand she spread her fingers wide, noting her knees were wound beneath her, her skirts a wild tangle imprisoning her ankles. The ground was rough, small rocks jabbed uncomfortably through the layers of her cloak and gown. Wind brushed against her cheeks; it was brisk, but not the biting cold of Norfolk. It was an autumnal breeze, tinged with the lingering heat of what had been a warm day. It was near or just after sunset. The air here was fresh and clean, handy for clearing the cobwebs from her head as she drew a deep breath in. No salt, no cloying perfumes, nor the sickening tang of iron. Pine, lichen, and damp moss. Hints of peat and wet stone. Deep, rich and pure. She was no longer anywhere near the clearing where...Memories lashed against her mind. Disarrayed and frayed filaments of a dream or had it been reality? Either way Angel suppressed them. Something warm and damp traced along her neck as she pushed herself into a semi-erect position. Instinctively her hand rose to brush it away. A warm wet tongue connected with her finger. Angel opened her eyes and looked into the worried brown gaze of her faithful Fog. The grey pup was here, too. Slowly she released the breath she hadn't realized she was holding and reached for her dog. The half grown poodle ducked his head, burying it in her lap, a safe, living weight. Wrapping her arms about Fog, Angel finally took a good look about her. Her senses had been right. She was no longer in England. She was in the wilds, an unknown hinterland imbued with magic. It whispered around her, sang with the wind, kissing the clouds and ignited the darkening sky. It was like the great lights of the North her mother told her tales of when she, Angel, was naught but a tot. The magic here was tangible, visible for any and all to see. It was unlike anything she had ever encountered. Angel's musing were shattered by Fog, who suddenly lifted his noble head from her lap and glanced into the thinning trees to her right. The forest peppered out as a huge escarpment loomed upward, cast in shadow by the magnificent magical fire at its base. There were two shadows, living shadows, sitting at the edge of the gorge, where a sizable river, given the thunderous pounding, flowed. Here was a chance to secure some answers. Angel rolled to her feet, shook out her creased skirts, and stretched her aching muscles. Everything appeared to be in working order. Fog stepped back, his tail waving expectantly.

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Alessia scratched Jagers ears and stood up rocks under her feet tumbled over side of the cliff. "Behave" Allessia told the big cat. He growled showing his opinon of that. She walked over to the girl and gave a smile. She could tell the strange one wasn't a high lander. The clother were of nothing she had seen before. Shaking her head she said "You look werry care to join me and watch the falls? And I have never seen such a dog may I ask of it nature?" Allessia held out her hand to her spot. Jager yawned and flicked his tail impatiently.

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Angel blinked before returning the stranger's smile. Glancing fondly at her faithful Fog she replied. "We would be delighted, but could you tell me one thing? Where are we?"

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Allessia tilted her head and frowned. "What di you mean?" She ask. "This is the high land. Behind you is the Ecton Mountans. That is Firefalls pounding into the Wolfburn River. " Allessia didn't quite know about the question. This is the greatest land mark. Who is she? Allessia returned to her spot using Jager as a big pillow.

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Angel was quick to notice the girl's confusion at the question. Angel, herself, knew that she must appear like the veriest quiz to this stranger. The names of the land marks were as foreign to her as the language spoken by her cousin Lark when she went into a trace. Definitely not England, which meant no overbearing, overprotective fussy Miles. Angel grinned, an action that until just a few weeks ago had been completely alien to her usually somber mean. She had escaped her keepers, self appointed or otherwise, and this place wherever, whatever, it was appeared to be a prime site for an adventure. She followed Allessia toward the thundering sound she had called the Firefalls. Fog pressed against her skirts, curious yet wary of this strange world. Angel was silent for a time, watching the Firefalls with unabashed fascination. Leaning against a nearby birch sapling, she tore cobalt blue eyes away from the glory of the Firefalls and studied Allessia and her large feline companion. The silence stretching out was a comfortable one, but finally Angel broke it. "We have nothing like this in London or even Yorkshire. The magic here, it is a tangible, living force. You don't have to be faeborn or gifted to see it, sense it. It simply is. An odd happening for me to be sure. My world is quiet, tame in point of fact. Rules, restrictions, mandates, and so many eyes always watching, ready to bear tales back to vicious ears." Angel's mobile features crumpled slightly at the thought of her suffocating world, before her dark eyes lighted on the lounging cat. "We have nothing like your friend either. What is his name?"

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Allessia tore her eyes from the falls. It was fullnight now the twin moons would be out soon. Allessia ran the words over in her mind. London? Yorkshire? Have I been gone that long? Allessia brought herself from her thoughts to answer "Are those new kingdoms? I know there has been war off to the East but I thought they were still fighting. Is that your home lands? There isn't as many wonders over there like the falls its easy to miss them but still you should know of a Zantaur or as the comon name Deathshadows but I say spoiled babys once you get to know one. " Allessia grabed one of Jagers horns they much resemble that of a mountan sheep. She yanked it making him growl. " Jager is his name. As long as you don't anger him your fine. But he listens well when he wants. These big furballs have their own magic. It helps them blend in any enviorment before they make their kill, hence the comon name. " Allessia scratched his ear. She dug through her pack and continued " I am not one with magic. I come from a different blood. So I can not tell you of the rules of the magic. Some like the water from the falls you can take with you" Allessia pulled out a wooden bottle and poured out the water. Tiny flames bust with life of all colors. "Like that of the falls. But of the golden forrest is one I learned the hard way. Everything there is gold. Every last gain of dirt to the living things within. But you can not take any of it. I tryed and if not for this big babe finding a herb root I would have died by the poison. I can tell you what happens but as for the why or how you will have to ask a wizard" Allessia could tell the other was thinking. So she paused to look at the stars. The first moon the small blue on was just peeking over the lands infront of them. The stars are bright tonight she thought.