into the unknown. [open]

[Larkin Knight]

So Larkin had been in this crazy, chaotic new place for barely a couple of hours and already she was undeniably & absolutely in love. The architecture, the history, the people... everything was gorgeous (for lack of a more profound word) there was nothing to describe it!

Immediately upon arriving at her brothers loft she was enthralled. It wasn't exactly the revival mansion she had pictured herself living in, but she could definitely see herself living here too. One whole side of the flat, 2 or 3 stories up, was covered in windows overlooking all the rooftops of New Orleans (or at least that's it seemed to be all of it to her. But then again she was kind of shell shocked at the moment). The style of the whole loft was entirely her brother, but that suited her just fine, they had relatively the same taste. Giant, fluffy, leather couches. Dark, abstract, art. Glimmering, hard wood, floors. Yea... it was definitely like it here.
To top the whole thing off with a cherry, her brother had even painted her room in her all time favorite colors... lime green walls, dark purple ceiling and black molding on the ceiling and floors. And her bed! Situated right in the middle of the already massive bedroom, against the wall opposite the door (which was entirely windows) was a bed that belonged in the Renaissance, with four posters and a canopy to boot.

Larkin threw herself down on the bed, letting out a massive sigh. Wow!.

So, I take it that means you like it Lark? her brother, Skylar, asked. His muscular frame enveloping the doorway.

Like it?? Are you Insane?? I LOVE IT!! I didn't know anyone going to college could afford to look at something like this, let alone own it.

Yea, well mom and dad helped out a little. I'm glad you like it.

True, her parents were rather well off. It would only make sense that they'd help Skylar out with it, it's the kind of family they were... close.

So, what's first on your agenda Echo? Skylar asked, using her favorite pet name.

Boardwalk! My camera was the first thing I packed. she exclaimed excitedly, pulling her $2500 SLR camera out of it's special compartment in her suitcase.

I was actually planning on taking you there tomorrow, you know, after you were unpacked and settled a bit better. I have a date tonight, in a few hours actually. Her brother replied, shattering her reverie.

I'm a big girl, I can take myself you know. she gave him her best scolding glare, failing miserably and breaking out in a smile after only a few seconds.

We both know how good your sense of direction is, I would feel safer taking you myself.

You're as bad as mom and dad. I have to grow up sometime Skylar, wasn't that the point of moving away? I'll have my phone with me, and I'll call you if anything goes wrong.

I still don't feel comfortable with it Lark...

Please..... she begged, feigning puppy-dog-eyes.

Fine! But if anything happens, you call. I mean it! I'm not against grounding you. he joked.

Larkin launched herself off the bed, into her brothers arms. You know you're the best big brother ever right?

I know. he replied.
Larkin knew she had entirely just inflated his ego, which definitely didn't need nurturing.



After throwing her cell phone, lip gloss, wallet, a few other things her brother insisted on (like mace!), and of course her camera into her "Jack" (Nightmare before Christmas) shoulder bag, she headed out the door and into the unknown.

The cabby drove way too fast, but other than that the short ride was very pleasant. The scenery, even though she wasn't partial to towns, was beautiful in it's own right.

She hopped out of the car, practically throwing her fare and a small tip at the driver, and headed towards the boardwalk. The smell of ocean brine, the sounds of people talking, and the whole atmosphere hit her with a rush that nearly knocked her off her feet.

I can't believe I live here now. she muttered to no one in paticular as she pulled out her camera and started snapping pictures with the fervor of a kid who just got exactly what they wanted.
In a sense, it was exactly how she felt; entirely and completely alive and free.



Larkin's Look Today:: Clicky!!



edit:: can't spell for shitt today... or yesterday, i should say.

[* Phoenix Slater]

Four months. An accomplishment to be sure, right? Phoenix wasn't so sure. He'd come across many odd things in these past months. A female vampire, not much older in this life than he. A young female werewolf, who he was still on somewhat friendly terms with. And it had been almost two months since he'd had a human. That was something, wasn't it. He tried much harder these days, pushing his control to the limit. He purposely put himself into crowded human places; night clubs, super markets, beaches. He had done well. Why not splurge a bit, tonight. He happily bounded after a male deer, taking down the young buck effortlessly. He was getting the hang of things now but...where exactly was he? After feeding, he straightened, looking around with a resigned look.

Wonderful. Okay let's see...a few weeks ago I was in New York. This definately isn't the city. He mused aloud, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He'd gotten better with his hunting, it seemed. He was still splattered with the animal's blood, but it wasn't as much and his clothing was still in one piece. What would he do? He'd try to find life, of course. He sniffed around until he came upon a small stream, washing off the blood from his face and hands. Once he was pleased that he had cleaned most of it off, he tilted his head and listened hard for a while. There. Maybe a mile to the right. Voices could be heard; they were faint. Nyx even had a bit of a skip to his step as he followed the noise, humming a song under his breath.

Nyx soon found the source of the voices and he felt his breathing catch. He was somewhere beautiful. There was an ocean, and the air was blowing the sweet scent of it into his nose. He inhaled deeply, a slight smile gracing his features. Wow... He breathed, looking quickly from side to side. He was close to a boardwalk, for there were people wandering the area chattering about their little lives. He was about to step onto the sidewalk when he stopped himself. Wait. What if you can't handle this? His mind whispered. It had a point; he was very new to this life and...what if someone happened to fall and cut themselves while he was around? Could he handle it? He scanned the area, soft grass green eyes flickering left to right. Yes. He could do this. Nyx inhaled noisely again, finally stepping forth to join the humans milling about.

His walk was slower than normal, almost painfully slow if you will. Phoenix was nervous, but at the same time he was oddly relaxed. He could interact normally with these humans. Almost as good as if he was still one himself. He meandered around town, trying not to smile and show his teeth. Fangs, whether they were real or fake, tended to be frowned upon in most societies. So whenever someone happened to catch his eye, he'd give a small smile and look away quickly.

That is...until he saw a girl taking pictures. Nyx tilted his head to the side, coming to a complete stop and just watching her. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. He remembered when he could be like that. Hell...he could still be like that. Just because he was a vampire doesn't mean he couldn't have a human friend. He'd just have to be careful. He ran a hand through his brown locks a few times before heaving a sigh. He walked up to the girl, offering a friendly smile and making sure not to startle her. Hello. Enjoying the view here? He asked her, a smile in his velvet voice. I'm Phoenix, by the way. Call me Nyx for short. He extended a hand, waiting patiently for her to respond.

((OOC: I'm sorry. I know it's crap. My next post will be better. ))

[Larkin Knight]

She had totally lost herself in her thoughts. Apparently, what had only seemed like minutes had in fact been hours! Her pictures weren't going to be that great anymore, her hands weren't steady enough to hold the camera still for the entire exposure. Note to self: Bring the tripod, she thought, inwardly taking note. Oh well, next time. I do live here now after all, I can come whenever I feel the urge. The idea made her smile to herself. Shall I pry myself away from it now? Mind as well, Skylar is going to be pissed!

She was just about to turn around and leave when she heard his voice coming from behind her.

Hello. Enjoying the view here?

At first she was just startled, then she was scared. What if he's a mugger? He didn't sound like she thought a mugger should sound. That still didn't stop the random, wild, thoughts that came spilling from her mind. Rape. Murder. Everything her parents had warned her about; and she had insisted she come out to the boardwalk alone. Now her persistence on the issue didn't seem like such an intelligent idea; maybe she should have listened to her brother and just stayed at the loft.
Inch by inch she turned around; childishly thinking that, like a wild animal, he wouldn't attack if she moved slowly.

I'm Phoenix, by the way. Call me Nyx for short.

Did they introduce themselves? She honestly didn't know, and frankly, she couldn't think straight. She was finally facing him fully, though she had yet to lift her head; yet to meet his eyes, as if doing so would automatically be the death of her. All she could focus on was his hand extended towards her, everything else was a blur. He has nice hands, it that weird? Do they have nice hands? By "they" she was referring to the mugger she had automatically assumed he was. Her notions and thoughts were running rampant in her mind, smashing into one side of her skull then bounding to the other in what seemed an endless cycle.

Get a grip, Lark! If he was gonna do anything to you, he already would have done it. Though she knew that wasn't entirely true, it was the push her mind needed to put her body in motion. Timidly she reached up, ever so gently inclining her head as she did so, until her hand was placed lightly in his and their eyes were locked.

Um, yeah, it's breath taking here. I'm, um, I'm Larkin. Lark.

She could feel the color flush her cheeks. Her words weren't coming out coherent, or at least that's how she sounded to herself. She sounded like a silly little girl. Um... what kind of word was um? This was was not the impression she wanted to give off. Sure, she wasn't completely unfortunate looking, but she wasn't usually the type guys just randomly sought out to talk to.

OhMyGod, He's Gorgeous! She gave herself a shake, quickly reasserting her dominance over her speech.

Are you from around here? I just moved here today...
Oh, well that was intelligent. Give him your whole life story why don't you? There's no rule that says "they" can't be good looking.

Inadvertently she was twisting her camera strap around her wrist. Dark. Light. Dark. Light. The pattern kept repeating in the color of her skin as she wound and unwound the strap, letting the blood pool in her hand till it was just about numb, then unwinding it and letting the blood flow again.





[ OOC :: it's alright =D ]