` like music in the air~ [Mitchell]

[Ibira Lamoureaux]

Grey. It was a grey afternoon. The air was cool and crisp. The gentle breeze tugged playfully at her brown hair. A young couple sat on the bench as two young girls ran about the park, laughing and playing. Ib smiled, seeing the young girls. They seemed so alive. She missed being a child. She recalled memories of exploring the woods nearest her house, her dog following close behind. Even then, she was curious and adventurous. Then she would hear her mother calling her for dinner, and she would make her trek back home, pushing her way through many branches and shuffling through the vast sea of dead leaves. Yes, those were the good times.

Alas, those times were just memories in her head. As Ib made her way to an empty bench on the other side of the park, other parents came and went with their children. Ib was one of those people who noticed everything around her. She noticed a basketball on the very edge of the park, with the initials "J.D." in big black marker. She also took to counting the amount of holes in an old man's shoes who had sat on the other side of the bench where she sat. Thirty-five... Thirty-six.. Thirty-seven... Thirty-eight in total. The old man left about an hour and a half later, leaving Ib alone on the bench once more.

She didn't mind the solitude. In fact, this was how she liked it. The quiet which came with being alone somehow comforted her. She never really was one for large crowds or big gatherings. Even as a child, she only had a handful of friends who she played with. Over the years, though, they had either moved or they just drifted apart. Ib didn't mind, though. It wasn't like they died or anything. Even then, everybody dies. It's just a part of life which you had to deal with, no matter how sad it was. Her thoughts went to when her mother told her that her father died. Ib didn't feel sad really. It's not like she was close to him, after all.

[Mitchell Monroe]

Mitchell walked through the part taking notice of the grey skies, but yet everything was still revolving around like nobody's business - Mitchell could remember when Kings Landing was nothing more than just farmlands and he remembered some of the awful things that had happened on these hallow grounds. But more than most times the park was somewhere he felt the most human, it was like he really blended in with the crowds and the people. Mitchell adjusted his sunglasses even though there wasn't much sun he still liked to wear them whenever he could - They had become a part of his new life just as much as running... But he only ran from the monster that was Mr. Salvatore even thinking about that man's name brought him into a state of disgust.. It was then he shrugged those thoughts from his mind and placed himself down on a bench not too far from some people he could see a other people staring at other humans.. People watchers.

Mitchell admired how people could walk around so freely without cares in the world, he was from a different era and he had only just started adjusting to a modernised life, everything was much more complex and different - He felt like an outcast most of the time seeing all of these new technological gadgets..

Mitchell pushed these thoughts out of his mind as he removed his sunglasses, he noticed various things happening around him children playing adults and their kids.. something Mitchell had longed for a family of his own these were things he wondered about if he'd never met Salvatore would he have settled down.. again he was thinking about the past.. He shook the thoughts away and figured the past was best left in the past.

Mitchell took a small bottle of water out from his jacket - as he opened the cap he leaned his head back and drank some of the water quenching his thirst. As he sat there he sighed in relief knowing he had his freedom and was developing his own sense of humanity, those where the things that kept him going - His humanity and the way he wished to keep it.. Now all he needed to do was actually socialize with people.. But Mitchell was a fussy person only really opening up to people who seemed to genuinely want to know him this was his biggest downfall ever since the harrows of war, he'd never really changed after the war.. he just seemed to have lost his way and was in need of a friend.

[Ibira Lamoureaux]

The park was empty now. Not a child, parent, or person in sight. This was perfect. Ib always did enjoy the park when there was nobody there - no children laughing and playing, no parents cheering them on as their children conquered the monkey bars, no teenagers playing basketball in the nearby basketball court. Ib felt a smile creep upon her face as she closed her eyes, leaning her head onto the back of the bench. She stayed for several minutes. This was the most peace she'd had in years.

It was getting late now, and Ib didn't want to stick around when it started to get dark. She heard about the things that went down at this park during the late hours - of the drug dealers and users and thugs who hung around there. Ib shuddered at the thought. She would leave as soon as it started to get dark.

She'd been sitting there for so long, she needed to stand up. As she stood, she stretched out her arms and her back. Ib took another look around, and noticed a dark figure sitting on the bench opposite of her. It looked like a man sitting on the bench. Ib wondered if he could see her, since she hadn't seen him until just now. As usual, Ib's curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to get a closer look at him. They didn't really have to talk, she just wanted to see who he was. of course, if they did talk, Ib wouldn't mind.

As Ib moved closer, the figure's body was beginning to take its true form - long, sleek black hair and some notable stubble was all she could take from his face. His sunglasses made it difficult to fully see his eyes. Sunglasses? When the sun isn't even fully out? Ib pondered this for a moment. Oh well. Whatever floats his boat. Ib looked around once more. The park still bore no other signs of life, besides her and this stranger. At least she wouldn't be totally alone when it got dark, unless he decided to leave right then.

Ib thought for a moment. It looked weird that she was just standing there staring at some stranger, trying to gather thoughts about him. She decided to just make some conversation, rather than look like a total creep. She walked closer, taking the empty spot beside him on the bench. Ib felt uncomfortable around people she first met, but it didn't hurt to be friendly, right? "Hi," she said. "You look kind of lonely over here by yourself."

[Mitchell Monroe]

Mitchell had been sitting on the bench for what had seemed like hours watching the world move around him. He enjoyed how everything moved and it all had its place somewhere in the world and it all made sense to him.

Eventually the park had cleared and he'd noticed a strange girl staring at him from not too far... she was a curious little bird.. He thought and she seemed like she was alone had she not known about what really happened at night and he began to ponder whether she was a bad egg herself or whether she was actually just a curious girl, she had approached Mitchell and introduced herself and he looked up and removed his sunglasses. "Oh Hey, i hadn't noticed I'd been so caught up in my world to notice I'd neglected the world around me, I'm uh- Mitchell how about you Missy? " Even after all these years he still had his perfect Irish accent, and it sounded well mixed in with his voice and tone.

He pointed to the space next to him offering her a seat had she chosen to join him on the park bench, either way she seemed to spark a interest in Mitchell and he figured he'd be polite had she been looking for conversation it would have been friendly and polite, He could tell she was not something of the night so he'd have no fear of being tracked down to the park and he felt a sigh of relief wash over him.

He moved down the bench offering her some more space between them. The girl looked like she was hitting her early twenties. Mitchell had never really been confronted by a person initiating a conversation with him and he was taken aback but he was glad the girl had come and spoken to him. She almost resembled someone Mitchell had once loved in a past life but she looked rather different to the person his thoughts had recalled it seemed like a century ago.

Mitchell cleared his throat as he looked up at the gloomy sky, it was starting to darken slightly but not to cause concern no-one would bother them at this part of the park so he'd be able to keep any harm from coming to her or himself. Mitchell pocketed his sunglasses and smiled lightly at the girl, letting her know he posed no real threat to her instead he was a polite charming person looking for conversation and friends that were as brave as this girl posed to be.

[Ibira Lamoureaux]

The second he removed his sunglasses, Ib was immediately attracted to his eyes. They were like sapphires, shining through the grey dullness of the now evening scene. She didn't know what it was, but she seemed mesmerized by his eyes. They were definitely his best feature. Noticing that she was just staring blankly into his eyes, Ib shook herself out of her trance, and focused on the words he spoke in an entrancing Irish accent.

"Oh, hey. I hadn't noticed. I'd been so caught up in my world to notice I'd neglected the world around me. I'm uh- Mitchell. How about you, missy?"

Mitchell. Such a lovely name, she thought to herself. She noticed him move down, offering some room on the bench. She took the empty spot on the bench after standing there for some time. Ib never really was one for introductions, let alone keep up a conversation. It seemed that she would always run out of interesting things to talk about. Maybe this time around that would change.

"It's nice to meet you, Michell," Ib began. She paused for a moment to clear her throat and piece together her words. "I'm Ib." Her tone was light and soft, almost like a whisper, though loud enough for Mitchell to hear. Ib still found herself entranced by his eyes. They say that the eyes are windows into the soul, and that's exactly how Mitchell's eyes seemed. They seemed to exhibit his emotions, just as hers did.

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[Mitchell Monroe]

Mitchell smiled softly as she'd began to look into his eyes. She'd told him his name and he'd not responded yet, how silly of him to just sit there and listen. "lb, that's a pretty name, unusual but pretty..." He smirked softly as he lay his hands down in his lap.

Mitchell moved his hands up and rubbed his chin, the moment lb had joined him on the bench was a defining moment, she'd made contact with him which he was unsure how to really react to. She was a pretty human and she gave off a warming after-glow.. Was that what it was like to be human.?

Mitchell pondered what it really felt like seeing a dark stranger, and approaching him she was ballsy and he liked her - But he knew he'd have to keep what he really was out of the conversation... She had an innocence about her that he didn't want to corrupt with his own past and his new found immortality.

Well he said immortality but it was nothing compared to the days that come before he renounced his vampirism side, He was feeling a somewhat sense of joy knowing he'd met someone this day, and she kept staring into his eyes.. was this normal.. did humans do this.. His thoughts were on fire and he'd wondered what he could possibly say in the situation like this he'd never been faced like this and it was awkward for him.

"So, is lb short for something if not... would you care if i called you Libby.. it sounds the same would you not agree?.." He cheekily smiled and placed his hands by his side accidently grazing her hand with his own he jolted back quickly as if he'd done something wrong and swiftly apologised to her before clasping his hands together again.

Mitchell had probably startled her by accidently brushing his hand over hers, but he couldn't help but notice how soft and tender her hand had felt in the brisk moment he'd felt it... well he'd half expected her to walk away slowly.. but he'd wondered if she was having the intention to stay by him and continue to make conversation with him, these humans made him smile but he longed for the sense of humanity still and he knew it was a perilous endeavour but this girl had sparked some hope inside of him.

[Ibira Lamoureaux]

It was then that Ib noticed she was fixated on his eyes. At that moment, she moved her gaze away from his eyes, and stared straight ahead. It was then that he began to speak again.

"lb, that's a pretty name, unusual. but pretty..."

Ib was quiet for a moment. A soft smile found its way to her face as he spoke. Still, she was quiet, as she was trying to gather her thoughts. The moment she joined Mitchell on the bench felt... enticing. He didn't seem completely normal to her. There was something hidden under his icy gaze. It almost paralyzed her - in a good way. Ib realized how quiet she was being, and finally decided to speak up. "Thank you." Ib said with a wispy tone.

Mitchell seemed shaken in some way to her. She had a certain curiosity about him. Who was he? What was his past? This was an example of how Ib's curiosity always got her into some sort of trouble. She would often over-think things, and she was determined to find the answers and uncover the truth.

"So, is lb short for something? if not... would you care if I called you Libby? it sounds the same would you not agree?"

Ib's smile never faded. In fact, it grew wider as Mitchell grinned cheekily. It was at that moment that she felt his hand on hers. Ib didn't seem taken aback by this action too much. Although it surprised her, she wasn't overly upset by it. He even went so far as to apologize. Ib couldn't help but giggle. She found Mitchell adorable somehow. He seemed almost as innocent as her. Nonetheless, she didn't want to leave him hanging again. "Ib is sort for Ibira. You may call me whatever you'd like. Libby is lovely."

Ib moved her gaze back to him. "And don't worry," Ib began, "I think I can forgive you for that." She giggled again, playfully punching him. It'd been a long time since Ib interacted with anybody else, and Mitchell seemed to spark an interest in her, although she wasn't sure if this was pure curiosity, or a desire to get to know him better.

[Mitchell Monroe]

The girl had playfully punched Mitchell and he laughed a little trying to act as normal as he could, it was obvious he stuck out like a sore thumb at times but Libby hadn't appeared to take mind to his quirkiness.. Instead she'd found herself falling in his eyes, this was even more peculiar was this a sign of the girl giving him the coming saying she was flirting. Mitchell was from a different era and all this modern stuff was still a lot to learn so he playfully nudged her back.

She was a spunky female and Mitchell felt compelled to befriend her more but he was unsure of the way she may have taken the relationship between the two of them.. For he was pretty much neither living or nor dead and that usually put a kick in most friendships people had.

"So, Libby tell me about yourself what's your favourite types of films or books.. i preferably enjoy the delightful tastes of comedy but i do sometimes like a good scare fest.. but that's just me." Mitchell chuckled a little, finding things out about people was an interesting part of building relationships and keeping friends. But this seemed to easy and he'd not denied she was a cute girl, sure he was a vampire and like probably half her age but he was still a person to notice how people looked and relative to how pretty they had been it wasn't a sort of romantic gesture more of a train of thought.

Mitchell playfully hummed a tune and looked Libby up and down from head-to-toe wondering what she was interested in.. She was really the only person Mitchell had talked with since the early 2000's and he'd needed to keep some form of friend maybe he'd ask her to be his friend but it'd have been weird if he just declared them friends he was intrigued by her and wanted to her whatever she had to say and he would have just listened as she had a very attractive voice that he could hear all day.

[Ibira Lamoureaux]

Mitchell was a peculiar character, and that's what Ib liked in people. She found normal to be dull and boring. That was probably why she didn't fit in all to well in her younger years. She could recall the times when other kids, as well as other parents, would whisper and snicker behind her back. It never really bothered her. Hell, why would she even want to make friends with a bunch of mindless drones, anyway?

Ib didn't need friends to make her happy. She was happy to play by herself. All she needed was her imagination. It wasn't that Ib wasn't anti-social or hated other kids, it was that none of them wanted to play with her, or even try to get to know her. They seemed... afraid of her, almost. To this day Ib had no idea why, but it didn't matter now. She was happy, and what was the point in getting sad over what was passed? It was then that she heard Mitchell speak again. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she hardly heard him.

"So Libby, tell me about yourself. What are your favourite types of films or books? I preferably enjoy the delightful tastes of comedy, but I do sometimes like a good scare fest, but that's just me."

Ib smiled at his question. Such small talk. She stared up at the overcasting grey clouds. It must have been around evening now. Ib wondered how long Mitchell would be willing to stay. Quite frankly, the park was beginning to look a little creepy to her. The faint shadows twisting into different shapes, seeming to take on a life of their own.

Ib realized she seemed to neglect Mitchell's question. She shook away all other thoughts which lingered around her head. "Hmmmmmm, well, I enjoy horror and comedies as well. I guess you could say I enjoy all types of movies, as long as it has an interesting synopsis and it's easy to follow." Ib enjoyed talking with Mitchell. She wasn't quite sure what it was yet. "Hey, when do you plan on leaving? I don't want to be here alone in the dark. It's kind of a fear of mine..." That probably sounded silly, but it was true. Ib was terrified of the dark, and the things which may lay in the shadows.

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[Mitchell Monroe]

"Don't worry, i dislike the dark sometimes too.. Why don't we go for a walk and see if we can head somewhere lighter.. this place probably won't be too appealing now the sun has disappeared out of sigh. " Mitchell smiled softly as he stood up from the bench and dusted himself down. He'd probably seemed a bit to forward but he was looking out for the girl as the park was really a dangerous place.

Mitchell knew what really happened in the night, and he used to go bump in the night looking for blood.. But now he was a better person, almost human but not quite reaching his goal, he could blend in with Libby well but he knew he would eventually have to let her know what he used to be had he wanted a friendship to truly be open between the two of them.. He pondered how she would react knowing secret dangers would she brand him a monster or would she seek solace and his protection from those that enjoyed preying on humans.

Mitchell liked to think he'd save anyone the pain of being fed upon, and he had remembered a couple of times where he killed his own species for trying to harm an innocent human. Mitchell shrugged the thoughts of vampires from his mind. Mitchell adjusted his jacket doing up the zips and he turned to face Libby, he extended his hand for her to hold onto..

"I'll keep you safe as long as you wish.." Mitchell playfully smiled and let out a small chuckle he felt weird offering his hand out for her to cling on to but he was doing it as a sign of hope and this would be the first real steps to any friendship the pair would experience.. the truth was he still was a gentleman at heart and he knew the ways ladies like to have been treated.. Modern friendships had been different but he liked to dwell on certain aspects of the past.

Even if it had been a quite a few years being one hundred and seventeen had its perks.. he was old but not that old and he still had his youth which he was thankful for, he was half hearted about certain experiences.. He'd wondered how humans could only find love that would last ninety years, when he knew if he got too close to a human woman.. she'd die eventually and he would linger on after she had gone. Mitchell wondered why he was having thoughts of such manners.. He needed to focus on Libby and keeping her safe from the dark, that's all that would matter in the moments to pass.. coming back into reality he realized he was still standing their offering her his hand to walk with.