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Post by marissa on Sept 28, 2008 7:09:30 GMT -5
Summer's dark eyes were closed, a small smile on her face, as she relaxed on the cold grass that was nowhere near as cold as her own body. She propped herself up on her arms for support, and she sighed. Trough her closed eyes she saw the sunlight, imagining the feeling of it warming her, not bruning, but warming. She iagined birds, butterflies and laughter. She missed those things. As she opened her eyes the dark nightsky greated her. Sure, it was beautiful, but it would be wonderful to see the sun again.
She shifted her weight to one arm, and stared at the stars. She had memorized the nightsky like a map, all the stars showing her different paths and directions, leading her way. She closed her eyes again, wanting the beautiful picture of the warm sun back in her head. Her fingers played with the grass underneath her, twirling circles in it, drawing random patterns.
She was jalouse of the people that could still run around in the light. She'd give up anything, just to be able to do that. But what was worth enough, to give her that. What would she be able to give up? her Immortality? Anytime. From the back of her mind, realism came back to her, jsut as the sounds of night.
Owls... Owls and slowfootsteps. Was someone coming or had she imagined it?
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Post by pirullinen on Sept 28, 2008 11:47:29 GMT -5
Villius was amazed, he had never been in this area before, everything was so different from New York, the only place in America he had ever visited. He was a Scandinavian vampire all the way through, had he not been dead already the heat would have killed him. Everything was so different here, the people, the attitudes, the climate.
He loved the darkness. A long time ago he would have given anything to see the sun, feel the warmth, but things were different now.
Villius walked through the gate and into the park. This place reminded him of Italy, all of New Orleans did. People talked about Paris here, but this was not like Paris, not at all. Baudelaire probably would have loved this place. He thought to himself smiling softly, thinking about the copy of The Flowers Of Evil in his back pocket.
He looked as he always did, ragged old t-shirt, silk scarfs around his wrists as always, nothing had changed for years. The living dead never changed, but some withered away, there was a call for stamina in this thing, whatever it was, and now everyone had character enough to handle eternity.
He walked along the path feeling quite well, he had fed, and he was in a new place, things were just as they should be.
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Post by marissa on Sept 28, 2008 12:03:35 GMT -5
Summer had been right, there was someone walking on the grounds here. She sat fully upright in less thne a second, and looked around, seeing first a vague shadow of a man, and then the man himself. He was wearing a ragged T-shirt, adn around his wrist a scarf, probably of a silky material, atleast it looked like it. She looked at her own attire; dark skinny jeans, a navy blue fitted Tee, and sneakers. Pretty simple, she could easily pass for a human like this, if they didn't look too closely.
She automatically smiled at the stranger, walking near her. He hadn't noticed her yet, she wondered if he would... She waited a little longer, and grew impatient, curious on who it was. "Hey."She said softly, knowing that if it was a vampire or werevlove, he could hear it.
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Post by pirullinen on Sept 28, 2008 15:07:58 GMT -5
Villius stopped immidiately at the sound of the word. He turned around and looked at the young woman sitting on the ground. "Hello." He said. Vampire? He thought. Of course, who else would be out here in the middle of the night?
He smiled and slowly walked towards her, sitting down on the ground. "So..." He said in his slight accent, feeling the softness of the grass with his cold pale hands. "Who are you?"
His brain was laughing at him, what a silly way to start a conversation, he felt like a teenager at some rock festival, well he did look like a teenager, but he was no youth that was for certain.
This was odd, in the last few weeks, people had been popping in and out his life out of nowhere. It had never been like this before. He wandered alone, but never felt alone.
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Post by marissa on Sept 28, 2008 15:47:28 GMT -5
The guy at sat down next to her, when he had heard her. She smiled at him, and then chuckled lightly at his question. He seems like a nice enough guy... "I'm Summer, Summer Vesperra."She said kindly, holding out her hand to the guy.
She could hear there was an accent as he spoke, and in her mind she tried to guess it. Germany? No... definiatly not from Germany. Dutch? No, not that. Scandanavian, yupp., she smiled at herself, knowing for sure she was right. She awaited his answer, wanted to know his name. Curious. And, of course, she could guess where he was from if he just said his name.
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Post by pirullinen on Sept 28, 2008 16:43:23 GMT -5
He shook her hand but quickly let go again. Yes, definitely vampire. "Nice to meet you Summer." He said thinking about the irony of her name. "My name is Villius."
There was no irony about his own name, it was not a usual name, but it wasn't interesting either. He didn't care, it meant nothing anyway, he could have changed it back then, but his name had not been a concern to him.
He looked up at the sky. Sometimes looking at the sky made him feel dizzy. You couldn't see the stars in London, the city lights were too bright. He missed London, he would soon go back, perhaps he would even return to Copenhagen some time soon.
Belonging seemed like a strange thing to him, why would he want to go back to a country that he had hated as a child and most of his vampiric life?
But he did come back, and of course things had changed, it had been centuries.
"Are you from around here?" He asked still looking at the stars.
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Post by marissa on Sept 28, 2008 17:05:53 GMT -5
"Villius..."She repeated, "That's quite unnusual." was it rude to say that?, "It sounds pretty cool though!" She commented, nodding her head to her own words. "Mine's quite weird for a vampire, but it doesn't bother me that much. It reminds me just enough of home not to forget it." Summer smiled, remembering her home.
She remembered her father, how he cared for her so well. She even remembered her mother vaguely, how beautiful she was. She shook the thoughts away, not wanting to get sentimental.
As he asked the question, she followed his gaze and looked at the stars aswell. "I'm from Hollywood, actually. Or.. well... I've lived there for about fifty-five years now, I was born in France, though I'm half Italian." she rambled on, and then got back to earth, "And you?" She smiled sheepishly.
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Post by pirullinen on Sept 29, 2008 15:32:28 GMT -5
"I see." He said. "I'm European too, but northern Europe, Denmark to be precise, it's a small cold country."
He didn't expect her to know where it was, he had never met anyone in America that had a clue about what Europe was like.
"Hollywood sounds pretty awful to me to be honest, all the glamour and scandals, even a vampire can't escape all the gossip coming out of that place." Villius said smiling, he didn't want to offend her. "But then again, I've never been, I couldn't say for sure." He nodded his head leaning back on his elbows. He gazed down at the scarfs, they felt soft and cool, one was dark blue, the other one dark red.
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Post by marissa on Sept 29, 2008 16:02:53 GMT -5
"I know where it is, I've bene there on vacation once. I've bene to the Netherlands too, once. Rusland's great too..." She had been to many places in Europe, as it was her favorite continent to visit. "Hollywood's not that bad either, you get used to the cameras and famous people hanging around you. I'd saw the famous people are more irritating then the cameras though. They're so arrogant." Summer grimaced at her mermories of fights with them.
She smiled at him, nudging him, though careful not to invade ihs privacy, "You should come to Hollywood sometime, my doors open and I'll even give you a place to crash." She then realized he could take that the wrong way, adn she hit her head dumbly. "Not in that way though", she snickered.
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Post by pirullinen on Oct 14, 2008 15:57:40 GMT -5
((I'm SORRY! It took me so long to reply! I've been horribly busy lately! If we've kinda finished this thread it's fine, don't reply ha ha))
He thought about Hollywood for a moment. America was new territory to him. It was a strange thing how close to Hollywood many people were everyday through their televisions and radios and computers. He owned none of those things and yet he was constantly reminded about the glitz and glamour through the blood of the mortals. How empty they were.
He looked at her wondering how she could stand to live in a place like that without losing her mind. "Well, Hollywood might be a bit too crazy for me." He said smiling. "I guess I'm just too easy going." He hated that phrase... easy going it was so anti-rock'n'roll.
"Howcome you chose Hollywood then?" He asked. "Why not New York or something?"
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Post by evey Knightley on Nov 19, 2008 18:09:18 GMT -5
Remember to be posting longer than two paragraphs. Three FULL paragraphs is the MINIMUM now. Just keep that in mind. First and last warning. MUAH
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Post by marissa on Nov 23, 2008 17:17:16 GMT -5
[OOC: Alright, got it Evey. Oh, and villius, it's fine really... I haven't been on much, either ;] ]
Summer laughed, "Oh dear, you can be easy going everywhere! The city wont affect your personality, or the way you act, in my opinion... Really, I've lived in California for such a long time, and I'm still such a lazy twit." She ran a hand through her long, thick hair and sighed as he asked her why she had chosen this place. She had to think about that for a moment before answering, why hadn't she moved to Europe? It took her a few seconds of racking and searching her mind before she finally found the words.
"Because, when I was a child, it was my dream to live here. Now, since I can't live anymore, I can atleast spend my days here, right?" She felt the cool grass with her left hand, keeping herself propped up with her right one. "Besides, there's never a bored moment here in L.A. You can always find something to do and then, to add up to it, I love the ocean and the shops here are amazing." She chuckled. Yepp, good one Summer. Was it really always about shopping then?
Hollywood didn't have that many stars, she realised, as she looked up at the sky. What were stars anyway? Those cold lifeless things up in the sky, all the same glow and outlook, did anyone really want to be named after them? Yes, she figured. But to her, a star would always be someone that chased after their dream, lived life to the fullest and became reality to a dreamer. That would be her star.
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