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Post by Raychel Fegota on Nov 24, 2012 2:39:03 GMT -5
The blue sky had faded to a deep royal navy color. She drove up to the buildings in a beat up small crappy car. The car screeched to a stop and the girl stepped out. The new girl had wavy, brunette, layered locks. Blue eyes were bright and held hope. "Goodbye Father." No love or compassion in her tone. Bad history with her father made it hard to be filled with love. She just wanted to be accepted by him, but no, that was to much to ask! She would miss her old cabin back in Texas. She was here now. She walked to the trunk of the beat-up grey car. She opened the trunk with an ear-piercing scratching noise. The reached in and grabbed a blue glossy suitcase. A cool breeze flew through the area. "What is this foreign place?" Never have experiencing places like this, she didn't know what to do. Perhaps someone would sweep her off her feet. She could develop many friends here.
She already missed her old friends. She stood on the sidewalk alone. Red lips. Blue eyes. Brunette locks. A silver locket around her neck. What was inside was a mystery to all, but her. Thoughts entered her vast brain. A little voice spoke, What if everyone hates me? What if everyone thinks I am weird? Where will I go? Worries. Yes! Who doesn't worry when you move into a new place and know NO ONE! She doesn't even have a place to stay. A hobo of the sort. It was peaceful though. Her sweet eyes looked around. A few strange people running around like hooligans and such. Rolling her eyes, she stands for a moment. Peaceful. Likable. Slightly crestfallen, but she was still perky. Someone would most likely see her and converse with her, but she wouldn't be normal she would be sad. Who wouldn't?
A squirrel scattered past her feet. She hoped backwards about two feet and yelled 'Aiii!' as the brown creature scrambled it's scarred frame away. Little beady eyes had stared blankly at her. They had been fearful. Gone now, but it was very odd."Are all squirrels that weird?" Her tone echoed the empty park. It was so quiet and eerie. Such a lively place. She sighed, but in a happy way. She needed friends and a feeling of acceptance. What she didn't know may smack her in the face. She may end her life happily, but there was the possibility of being devoured by wolf-people, or being sucked empty.
Then they say, ignorance is bliss, right?
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 27, 2012 15:35:54 GMT -5
Sitting on a park bench looking over and trying to grade papers from his classroom, he turned and watched as an old 1977 AMC Gremlin pulled up behind his motorcycle and came to a screechy halt. A young woman stepped out, but Vaughn turned back to the papers that needed grading. He hoped going somewhere peaceful would help, but he was finding himself getting distracted easily.
"Lets see.." Vaughn murmured under his breath, looking through a fairly short essay in his hand. "Tony Finch...--What? This isn't even the correct prompt. How am I supposed to grade this.."
Taking out a red pen Vaughn made a large circle on the top, writing 'REDO' in large, bold letters. Vaughn got to his feet and looked around, letting out a stretch. 'I just gotta take a small ride around town; it's a nice day and I need to clear my mind so I can finish these papers.'
Stepping over to his bike, Vaughn opened up a side compartment and slid his College portfolio inside. He heard a shriek and pulled out his gun from behind him and aimed it at the woman--He saw a squirrel scattering past her. Vaughn let out a sigh of relief and put his gun away.
"You know if you rodents scare you easily you might not last long in this town." Vaughn said as he put on his sunglasses, leaning up against the motorcycle.
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Post by Raychel Fegota on Nov 27, 2012 18:41:44 GMT -5
It seemed as if her pathetic shriek had caught the attention of this man. The cool guy.. He put his shades on and leaned against the motorcycle. His voice was clear to understand. "Why wouldn't I last? Rodents are the only scary things. They have beady black eyes and such small brains.." Only listing the cons of squirrels because there were no pros. She didn't like rodents. She never really told people, but she had bad luck with them. They followed her, by accident, but still...
There introduction was rather odd. You don't meet people thanks to squirrels. Well, obviously some do. Like her and this stranger. Ray decided to make herself known to him. "I am Raychel, but call me Ray." She paused. Brunette locks were hanging over her shoulder and over her back. They started gaining curl. Still, she wasn't a complete Afro-haired idiot. "And you are?" If he decided not to give his name, oh well! Still, he was slightly mysterious and by just a quick glance, she knew he must have many, many, many secrets. She couldn't decide if she should stay and meet the stranger or leave.
She had noted, that when she shrieked, he pulled out a gun. Did everyone have guns here? She didn't have anything that would protect herself if something rabid or criminal was to happen. Some were just unaware of the true mysteries of the place. Some would never know. She was most likely one of those people. I hope this stranger is worth my time.. I still have no place. Before it gets to late I'm going to have to find a place." At least he couldn't hear her thoughts, because they held everything about her.
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 27, 2012 21:03:54 GMT -5
With a quizzical look on his face, Vaughn looked the girl over. "If they have small brains why would you be afraid of them? I bet they are more afraid of you than you are of them." Vaughn pulled his sunglasses down for a moment and gave her a look with his own eyes, then offered a smile.
"I can tell you're new here." Vaughn said as he crossed his arms. "Where are your parents? Aren't you a little young to be by yourself?"
Vaughn knew what haunted the streets at night, he knew what kind of creatures roamed within the park and dark alleys waiting to hunt--The rogues. The rogues from both the Lycans and the Vampires feeding on humans for sport or pleasure. While he knew the Hunters did a good job, he also knew they can't save everyone...and occasionally a life slips through their fingers.
"The name's Logan" Vaughn said as he looked back at the girl, trying to forget the images in his mind of her dying or being chased by one of the supernatural. "I'm a college professor...Perhaps you're a new student transferring here for the Winter Quarter?"
Vaughn looked at his watch, shit, he thought to himself. It was later in the day than he originally thought. But there were still several hours before nightfall. He had time to help the girl out before departing--At least then he could rest easy knowing she was okay.
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Post by Raychel Fegota on Nov 27, 2012 21:38:05 GMT -5
He proved a point. She thought. Why would she be scared of them if they did have small brains? Then came the age question. Yes, she looked young. Yes, she was not tall. She was old enough to be alone.. at least that's what she thought. "If you consider nineteen to young to be alone, then yes, I am too young to be alone." His name was one she had never used before, Logan. "Well, nice to meet you Logan." How old was he? He called her young, but he seemed rather young also. "How are you?" Was he scared of anything? His fear was probably really stupid.
Ah yes, the sun had only a couple hours to light our day, and when the sun set, a bright white moon would show it's face. Logan peered at his clock. Well, I guess it was time for me to move on, but he hasn't said anything, but then again, he has papers to grade and a gun to shoot or hide. The buildings scraped the sky and it wouldn't be hard to find a place to stay, but would she ever see the guy again? Maybe she would 'run-into' him again.Or perhaps she will just see him and they will start a merry conversation with the ending being him riding off with a gun, college portfolio, and his sunglasses. Why was he wearing sunglasses? It wasn't all that sunny.
"Why are you wearing sunglasses?" Really? She choose that question out of she had. Guess I am tired today. She didn't really know what his answer would be. Along the lines of, 'I have sensitive eyes' to 'I am cool bro, and don't cha no it!' Still, she thought this wouldn't go anywhere and they wouldn't find a place and she would once again be on the side of the road. Just go with the flow...
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Post by Vaughn Logan on Nov 28, 2012 18:46:36 GMT -5
Vaughn looked at her again, and let out a slight smirk and shrugged. "You aren't too young, maybe just inexperienced for this big city." He looked around and felt a cool breeze blowing through his hair. Itching his at his beard, Vaughn let out a chuckle when asked his age. "How old do I look?"
Hopping off the bike, Vaughn stepped closer to her with his arms kept cross. "So where're you from then?" Vaughn could have looked at her license plate or determined her origin based on her speech and dialect, but he chose to be more personal. It was not a time to be too observant; afterall, she was a newcomer to the city.
Vaughn was taken by surprise when asked about his sunglasses. "I wear them to keep the wind and bugs out of my eyes when I ride my bike", he replied, turning his body slightly towards the motorcycle behind him. "Listen I got a place with a new guest room if you're interested. You won't need to worry about rent, but I'd appreciate some help keeping the place clean and looked after. I'm hardly there as it is." He knew he was a stranger, but the least he could do was make sure she had a proper place to stay for at least the night. People that tend to sleep overnight in their cars get taken...--Then they are sent to be blood farmed or forced to fight...Or worse.
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