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Post by logan on Aug 13, 2008 1:14:37 GMT -5
Logan sat against a tree in NYU. He watched as students went from class to class. He sighed softly. He wished he could go to college. He wanted to become a detective. He needed to find his sisters. Logan closed his eyes and rested his head on the trunk of the tree. The sun beamed down on him.
"Alright everybody. Over here if you are here for the tour. Hurry hurry."
Logan's ears percked up. A tour? Logan got up slowly and blended into the group. Most of them were younger than him. He just wanted to get in. Just see what it was like. He wouldn't touch anything. He followed them into the building. He was sunken over like usual. He didn't want to be seen. He looked up once and someone caught his eye. He stopped in the middle of his tracks, staring at them.
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Post by vintage on Aug 13, 2008 1:33:41 GMT -5
Christian stood over by a sullen statue. She loved art, especially the renesance era. The old fashioned days was something she had always been into. Making her own clothes and wearing them to school. She always knew her own style, never worrying what others thought of her. But how the hell did she end up here?
Some days were a haze, passing through as she partied, crashed, and ate her fill. She was still lively, not into anything hard, but the relaxation and down time was just so damn pleasing. In a quiet place like this, she was in heaven. Suddenly smelling somethng through the air, she turned her head a little, nonchalantly, trying to get a better idea of where it was coming from. Then she spotted him. The wolf in sheeps clothing. Dancing among the mortals as if in synch. She knew better, and he should have too.
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Post by logan on Aug 13, 2008 1:38:48 GMT -5
Logan closed his eyes and than opened them again. She was still there. This beautiful...werewolf. He never really saw his kind around. And he had never seen someone as beautiful as her. As if in a trance, he walked over to her. Her blue eyes sparkling. She knew who he was.
A light blush rose on his cheeks. She knew he was trying to be sneaky. He sighed and leaned on the other side of the statue. His back leaning against it. "You caught me." He crossed his arms against his chest.
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Post by vintage on Aug 13, 2008 1:57:54 GMT -5
Christian looked on as he approached her. Crossing her arms as she realized who it was. She smirked devilishly, blushing some. "Well I don't mean to be stalking you, but we always manage to meet up one way or another. Don't we?" She asked coyly. She couldn't help it. She liked being around him, or at least in the same vicinity.
Her feet shuffling around where she stood, wondering where he had been. "At least a week. You sure are hard to find. I just about gave up. Yet here you are." She smirked and chuckled. Never once had she been able to lose his trail. It was always his scent left on something, as though he was leaving clues for her. Or so it felt that way. But she had missed his scent even now when they were so close.
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Post by logan on Aug 13, 2008 2:02:06 GMT -5
Logan kicked the ground and looked down. "I'm sorry. I thought I had found a scent of my sisters, but I lost it in Hollywood." He looked back up at her and smiled. He had missed her. She was the only other girl on his mind besides his sisters.
He moved closer to her and leaned his head against the statue, closing his eyes. "How have you been, Christian. Sorry I was gone so long. I just..." he didn't complete the scentence. He needed to stop talking about himself for once. He looked at Christian. "Again, how are you?"
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Post by vintage on Aug 13, 2008 2:23:30 GMT -5
"Been well. And not to worry, alot of people conduse me with someone else." She nipped his nose with her index finger. "You should know better by now." She said playfully. "Whatchya been up to? Since you have been gone for a whole week." She began to walk along away from the crowd. Sometimes such things didn't need to be placed out in the open.
"Still on the hunt for her I take it. How long has it been now?" She looked at him, making sure he would tag along. She hated coming to these things alone, even if it was peaceful. She hadn't expected to see him here either. Her eyes randomly roaming about the pictures and various other items as well.
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Post by logan on Aug 13, 2008 2:31:27 GMT -5
Logan looked at her. "Someone else?..." He felt jealously creeping up his spine. He shook it off and followed her. "Of course I'm still searching from them. They are my little sisters." He slipped his hand into hers. It felt warm and made him smile. It's what he needed.
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Post by vintage on Aug 17, 2008 19:20:01 GMT -5
Her face was soft at the mention of his sisters. She knew how much he loved them. Missed them. When he placed his hand in hers, she squeezed it lightly letting him know she was there for him. "So no leads or word yet?" Well it was a dumb question. If he had, would he honestly show up at a place like this when he could be with them? Hardly.
Once pausing in front of a large painting of prairie dogs and a few hunters, she turned to him. "I really hope things work out. And I will try to help as much as I can." She finished with a soft smile. Dragging him onward to spice up his mood. "So, what are your plans for the rest of the day? More detective work? Or would you rather have some fun and take a day off?"
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