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Post by mewithoutyou on Dec 26, 2008 22:47:35 GMT -5
hollywood was such an uncommon place for the girl to be; far away from her home in wales. it was much too loud and bright for her. she wondered why she'd even made such a long trip. then her reasons flooded back into her head; aidyn, her brother, had pissed her off the week before. she'd flown to paris to see him, and every opportunity they had to hang out, he was ditching her for miya. so the only way she could relieve her stress was to leave. take the week away, maybe even a month or so. hell, maybe she'd just move to hollywood and leave her brother to his new life.
scoffing and brushing the thoughts from her mind, she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, searching aimlessly for her pack of cigarettes. her search left her with thirty-two cents and an empty lighter. great, she murmured. thirty two cents didn't even make a dent in the cost of a package of cigarettes, much less the cost of a lighter as well.
the girl was broke. she had no job- just a shitty old camera that she hadn't used in a while. after being turned, she dropped out of art school where she was learning to follow a career in photography. so her skills were rusty. she doubted even if she did get back in the swing of things and took a few really good photographs, she wouldn't make any money from them.
grumbling, she turned the corner down a dark alley that would lead her out on to a street of a hotel she could stay at. then she remembered, she was broke. how could she pay for a hotel room with thirty-two cents? not happening. she cursed at her self. maybe she should have checked to see if she was set to travel before she just up and left paris.
"shit." |
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Post by richter on Dec 26, 2008 23:03:14 GMT -5
Richter was still in shock from the experience he had from earlier that day. He had just cut his first demo and his record producer actually seemed to like his music. Not even he liked his music "these people must be crazy" in fact he hated his music. but whatever got him the money he needed; and this surely did that job. just from cutting the demo he got paid a hundred dollars. he walked home with his guitar strapped on his back. he lit himself a cigarette to celebrate the days events in his own special way.
It was getting pretty late so he decided to take a shortcut down an alleyway that he wasn't to fond of. he hated dark alleys, he assumed it was just another phobia of his. he wondered blindly down the alley the only light he had was roach from his cigarette. but in the distance he heard a voice "shit" he heard the four letter word come from the end of the alley. he was puzzled not by hearing it; but by who the word came from. if beauty has a voice it would be this one. a voice that didn't belong here. he blindly walked towards the sound. his only concern finding the woman it came from.
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Post by mewithoutyou on Dec 27, 2008 12:13:41 GMT -5
she paused and leaned against a wall and closed her eyes, lingering in the mouth of the alley. hanging out and traveling down alley's didn't bother her much anymore. now that she was a vampire, she didn't have to much to worry about. she could fight off the creeps who stalked her down them and if that didn't work, she could always hiss and they normally just take off in the opposite direction. they couldn't sneak up on her, either. her senses where inhuman, allowing her to hear the most silent footsteps trailing along behind her.
the more she actually thought about it, the more she realized she kind of liked being a vampire. there wasn't much she couldn't do now. and she didn't miss being human very much, save for the fact she could only come out at night now. but everywhere seemed so much more alive at night, so she didn't mind. hollywood was no exception to that; it seemed even more active than london and paris, places she was very fond of. she spent the past year there, away from wales. she didn't want her family to know what had happened to her. aidyn knew, however, only because he was her brother.
when she needed money, she'd ask aidyn to send her some. other than that, she was on her own. she knew if she contacted home, they'd gladly send her some, but that also want to know of her health and where-abouts, and she didn't feel like listening to her mother cry over missing her.
she blamed her predicament now on aidyn. if he'd actually taken the time to be with her, she wouldn't be halfway across the world and without any means of currency. he hadn't seen her in a year, and when he finally did, he left her high and dry in the middle on an unfamiliar city. paris wasn't too kind to jaxxon. she only knew english and welsh, and most parisians snubbed their nose up at you if you didn't speak their language. with everything impending down on her, she got on the first concord plane out of paris, leaving a note on the bed int he hotel room aidyn had acquired for her and left. it read, thanks for ditching me, again.
she was referring to when he had left after he'd been turned. he was on his way to japan when it had happened, he later explained. but aidyn didn't contact her or tell her what happened, just left her wondering about what happened to the only family member she actually got along with.
her eyes suddenly snapped open as she heard some one coming form the opposite direction of the alley. she turned to look, her eye adjusting to the darkness. a small, orange glow was traveling in her direction, and the smell of cigarette smoke filled the air. she didn't know who or what it was, so she remained silent, hoping they didn't know she was there. she could deal with humans. normally, they just continued on their way, staring at her as they passed. but another vampire would certainly pose a problem for her. |
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Post by richter on Dec 27, 2008 22:14:56 GMT -5
As he walked down the alleyway, not feeling so threatened, he pulled out his lighter and and looked in the distance for a shape of anything at the end of this alley. he was never much for being brave, even when he was little he seemed to be scared of everything. he never wanted to get hurt or even try anything that could get him in trouble. he was always the one who played it safe, and now being in this alley he realized that being a coward would never get him anywhere in life and what better time to start being brave.
he was jolted out of his Epiphany by a slight sound of a footstep close bye. he drew out his lighter once more as he stepped closer. he thought who it could be; it was definitely a woman, but what would any girl be doing in a place like this, especially so late at night. he tried to think of any answer that could come to mind but he drew nothing but blanks. at this he decided it would be best put the lighter away and get something that could do some damage. he fished around in his pocket and pulled out a shiny 6 inch switch-blade that he had just purchased from a pawn shop down the street. and now he was extremely grateful for it. he unlatched the handle and pulled out the blade. he didn't ever want to have to use the knife, and this moment was no different. but he knew if trouble came, he had to be ready.
he crept up slowly with the blade hidden, trying extremely hard to see. he gathered whatever strength he could find in his voice but all he could seem to push out was a single five letter word. "hello?"
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Post by mewithoutyou on Dec 27, 2008 22:59:26 GMT -5
as the girl listened into the alley, she could hear a meek hello echo down to her. it was an unfamiliar voice, but unthreatening. soft, sweet. a nice one. curiously, she pushed herself off the wall, stepping back into the alley a tad, looking almost in a nervous manner now into the darkness to identify the source of this voice.
a thought quickly entered her mind. what if the source of this voice was another vampire? it was so perfect, so smooth, it could certainly belong to one. and what did she have to defend her self? three dimes and two pennies. great, that's exactly what could ward of an impending vampire attack; throwing pennies at their head.
and she couldn't tell what it was by scent, the wind was passing her and blowing away from her, carrying the approaching persons scent and identification away from her.
jaxxon had always been the one to "play with fire". her brother always tried to keep her out of trouble. he even took the blame for her as kids because he said he didn't like to see her be punished. most of the times, she was grateful, but as they grew older, she was tired of being called "the good kid" when truly, every bad act in the house was normally committed by her.
"uh, yeah. who's there?" she answered, straining her eyes even harder to make out a face, shape, anything. maybe she was getting herself into trouble, who knew? she took a bold step forward, hoping that immersing herself in the alley would allow her to see who was coming and have enough time to run if she needed to. she certainly didn't want a werewolf sneaking up on her. |
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Post by richter on Dec 27, 2008 23:43:34 GMT -5
uh, yeah. who's there?
that was all he heard, that was all he needed to hear. he immediately put the blade back in his pocket and took a drag; he didn't really know what to say. the voice he heard seemed to have a mesmerizing effect on him. he didn't want to say to much but he felt safe, so he had to.
"my...my name...is Richter....umm, who are you? "
that's all he could seem to get out, he couldn't think of anything to say. usually hes pretty good at meeting new people but considering the circumstances he thought it was more than enough to say. he waited for a second listening to dead silence. maybe putting away the knife wasn't such a good idea. he smiled and let out a quiet laugh. "not much of the talkative type...hellooooo??"maybe that would lighten the dark undertone of this first impression. he didn't really know what to do if something went wrong so he decided if they did, running is always the best option.
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