Beautiful Surroundings (OPEN)

[kiera]

Elisabeth Thompson

"And I just wanna show you
She don't even know you
She's never gonna love you like I want to.... "

Elisabeth knew it was a bad idea. More than that, it was a horrid idea. People like Elisabeth didn't belong in clubs, they shouldn't be partying, and they definately shouldn't be out in public. It wasn't because of what she was, but who she was. She was a shifter, true, but that was simply the what. Tho who part was what made her dangerous. Unlike almost all shifters, animal shifters or human shifters like herself, she had no control over her shifting. None at all. She shifted randomly, which made her incredibly dangerous. What made it worse was who exactly she shifted in to. Elisabeth shifted into girls she found more beautiful than herself, girls she was jealous of. So going to a New York City club, home of beautiful girls dressed up in their parying best, was not the place for Elisabeth.

She wasn't even sure what she was doing here. She didn't like partying, she never went clubbing. She didn't have any friends who went out clubbing, or very many friends in general. Her timid nature made it difficult for her to form friendships. Which, in some ways, was why she was out tonight. She was subconciously aware that she was putting her own life in danger, but somehow she had rationalized that this was worth it. What "this" was exactly, she didnt know. She had gotten all dressed up, by her own standards. She was wearing dark wash skinny jeans with black ballet flats. The soft skin of her feet was visible in the gap between the hem of her pants and the area her small shoes covered. Over that, she wore a white tanktop that modestly covered her entire chest, but had lace at the top and bottom that suggested it might not cover everything. Over that, she wore a black button up shirt. The sleeves were rolled up and only the bottom three buttons were actually buttoned.

Her curly blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and partially down her back. She had even put on makeup for this special occasion. Black eyeliner on her top lid, mascara and a shimmering white eyeshadow. A touch of blush and pale lip gloss and she was ready to go. When she had left, she was feeling pretty proud of herself. She had walked downtown, the barest hints of confidence in her normally nervous walk. She had felt pretty, beautiful even, like she could belong at a club. She did belong at a club, she was the only one who saw her faults. Then she had arrived, and things had gone downhill. The building was jammed with girls, in so little clothing but yet so much more appealing than herself. Their shirts dipped to reveal cleavage, they wore shorts so short that they would have barely sufficed as underpants. Their makeup was dramatic and alluring. They were so thin, yet so curved. They were beautiful.

And she wasn't.

What was she doing here?

Who was she kidding?

She had to get out, had to leave, had to escape what they were and she would never be.

Now.

"And you just see right through me but if you only knew me
We could be a beautiful, miracle, unbelievable
Instead I'm just invisible..."

Character: Elisabeth Thompson
Tagged: Open
Word Count: 630
Listening To: Invisible - Taylor Swift
Comments: X

[Enya]

[when you finish, may I post with Rav?]

[kiera]

--Finished--

[Enya]

RAV FERMOTH

The club was pulsing with erotic music. Girls were dressed like sluts as they bumped and grinded to the beat. Rav, however, was not impressed. He never was impressed when he went to these type of parties. All the girls wanted was a fling or a night of romping around underneath their sheets. The men? You can bet the only reason why they were here was to get between the legs of a woman and that was not real hard considering the type of ladies who came here.

“Hey there, stud,” A girl cooed as she rubbed her chest up against him. He withheld his scowl of disapproval and instead smiled back charmingly. “I bet you know how to treat a lady,” the girl continued as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Quietly, Rav wondered why any girl would want to act to desperate. Many of the girls here were beautiful but they did not need to cover their faces in makeup and wear revealing clothes just to grab a man's attention. These were the type of girls you put in your contact list as “booty calls.” These were not the kind of girls you would want as a wife or would want to date. They were just flings. Pick 'em and bag 'em as some of his less classy friends would say.

He brought his attention back to the girl who was now grinding against him. Rav gently removed her arms from around his neck, twirled her around, and sent her back into the crowd. “I'm not a good dancer,” he joked as she found herself in the hands of another man who was happy to fill in his place. Rav shook his head and chuckled as he turned back around and headed toward the back of the club where the music was not as loud or as crowded. It was the perfect place to get a drink and sketch. Oh yes, this man was not here to dance or fondle other woman. He was here to sketch them on the dance floor. He was not sure if that made him any better than the rest of the testosterone men here but he liked to think so.

Rav's strides were smooth and confident as he walked to the back of the club. A couple girls shot him a sly smile but he merely dipped his head and continued walking. He was dressed in a nice pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt, nothing fancy. His leather shoulder pack was draped over his shoulders. He glanced around the room for a good sketching spot when he noticed a lone girl standing awkwardly in the corner. She was dressed modestly but she was still beautiful. Much more beautiful than the rest of the girls flaunting their bodies around. He was pretty sure one of them had lost their top completely. He tipped his head to the side and studied her for a moment before he decided to approach. “Hello,” Rav said as he gently touched her arm to reel in her attention. “May I buy you drink?” He asked respectfully, his murky blue eyes meeting hers calmly.

[kiera]

Elisabeth was no longer sure what she was even doing. Ever wasn't here beside her, and Ever was the more confident of the two. No one was at Elisabeth's side. She looked pathetic, standing alone in a corner. Her arms were crossed selfconciously over her chest. All the other girls were dancing, more acurately rubbing themselves against all the available guys. Some couples were even blatantly making out on the dance floor. Elisabeth couldn't do that. The smooth cool metal of the silver cross she alway wore around her neck reminded her of who she was and what her standards were. She shifted her feet nervously, her eyes darting from one girl to the next. Their tops swooped so low, much too much skin was exposed. She couldn't do that, though a small part of her wanted to be desired like these girls. She wanted a man to press his lips to hers, and like it. No one had ever kissed her, not a real kiss at least. She wasn't beautiful like these girls, she wasn't the type who got kissed.

"Hello, may I buy you a drink?" She heard the words while simultaneously feeling a hand rest on her arm. She jerked with surprise and turned to face him. A man had approached her, a good looking one. She blinked at him for a moment, too shocked to respond and drawn in by his murky blue eyes. She smiled tentatively. She tilted her head to look into his eyes. He seemed respectful enough, but he was offering to buy her a drink. Did he think she was twenty-one? She was nineteen, that would be quite illegal. She looked away nervously. She wished now, more than ever, that she was beautiful. This guy, he was probably over here on some sort of bet from his friends. She could imagine it playing out in her mind. Hey dude, go find the ugliest chick in the room and offer to buy her a drink, I dare you. That was her, the ugliest chick in the room. If only she had worn shorts, maybe even a revealing tank top. No, that wasn't who she was. Yet the desire to be beautiful was there.

"I'm only nineteen." She shook her head, a small frown on her lips. How old was this guy? What if he was a rapist preying on young girls? He came over to the ugly ones, made them feel beautiful, reeled them in, then raped them. It was very plausible in Elisabeth's eyes. She wished again that Ever was there, she would know what to do. Elisabeth didn't. Her nervousness at the situation was mixing with her need to be polite. She felt she should at least introduce herself. Even if his motives were impure, he had been kind to her. She pulled away from his hand, looking down at her feet. Her curly blonde hair framed her face nicely. She reached a hand up to push a few strands away from her face. The silence had lasted only a few moments. "Thank you though."

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 701 words short. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Rav. this picture of perfection is totally Complete. in the end i just say this - won't this be interesting? don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[Enya]

RAV FERMOTH

"I'm only nineteen." Rav chuckled and took a step backward to give the girl some space. "So these days a drink automatically means alcohol?" He winked at her charmingly. "Thank you though." "Well I'm a big fan of mountain dew, not too big on alcohol. I am sure they have something at the bar that isn't alcoholic. In fact, I am pretty sure they have a nice soda collection," again he smiled. Rav had always been charming, just like his brother Ky. Only Rav didn't work his magic to seduce women and get between their legs. He was simply naturally charming and sweet. Rav was the nice guy, the guy who usually got stuck in the friend zone.

"Anyways," Rav waved his hand in the air as he talked. He was big into hand gestures, anyone could see that. "I'll be in the back," he pointed to the booth with the table. "If you'd like you can join me and if not, I'll try not to take it too personal," Rav joked as he dipped his head slightly. He turned on his heels and swiftly walked away. His walk was confident and his strides were smooth as he crossed the room in a matter of seconds. He slid into the booth he had pointed to and set his leather shoulder bag down. True to his word, he suddenly pulled out a small can of mountain dew along with a sketch pad.

He smiled to himself as he pulled out a coaster as well and set the can down on that. Rav's friends had always made fun of his odd little habits, but he never minded. So he was a little eccentric, it made life a little more enjoyable. He flipped through the sketch book labeled "club" and glanced at all his previous drawings. The first one was of the bar and the gay bartender that always seemed to be working. The second one was of the dance floor with everyone dancing and grinding together. He had yet to add color to these drawings, they were just black and white--done with charcoal. Rav smiled as he flipped passed the colored pages until he came to a clean piece. Perfect, perfect. He thought brightly as he organized his pencils accordingly. Alright, so maybe he was a bit of a perfectionist... but only when he was sketching!

Again, Rav grinned. He glanced back toward Elisabeth who was still standing there--alone. He held up his mountain dew as if it was a toast before he looked back down at his blank page. Alright, time to get started then...

[kiera]

Elisabeth was heavily debating. Her quiet side was screaming at her to run away as fast as she could. She had the chance, he was gone. She could vanish in the crowd, get out of the club, go home. He would never know what happened to her, not even her name. It was kind of perfect. Plus, what was she doing attempting to look for guys at a club? Every person in the world knew that you didn't find high quality people at clubs. Her mental voice whispered in her ear. You're not high quality. You're disgusting. You're ugly. You're a shifter...and a murderer. She shivered and screwed her eyes shut. She winced and breathed in deeply, shoving the voice away. She had lived with herself, her past deeds and the monstrosity that she was for nineteen years, and she would for probably eighty more. She shook her head, going back to the man who had approached her.

The girl that longed for a man's attention was screetching at her to take this chance. She glanced over just as he raised his can of Mountain Dew in a silent toast, a grin on his face. She smiled back as a reflex and immediately turned her face away. She was surprised at herself. She didn't smile at strangers. She avoided them. She glanced at Rav again. He was undeniably handsome, so why was he interested in her? The idea that she was just a part of some sick bet came wriggling back into her mind. It would make sense. Why a guy like him would even look at a girl like her. Elisabeth barely resisted glancing at all the beautiful girls surrounding her. The risk of shifting....it would be disasterous here. And she had no control over her shifter abilities.

She noticed the sketchpad in his hand. You're an artist? She was intrugued, but frightened. She was torn down the middle. Sink or swim? Fight or flight? She shuffled her feet awkwardly once more. She closed her eyes, drawing a breath and making a decision. One she would probably regret later, but that she needed. She was lonely. All she had was Ever, her only friend. Why couldn't she have two friends? Or maybe even a crush? She was allowed to right? And he didnt know, he didn't know anything. She found herself walking towards Rav, weaving through the crowds of grinding drunken teenagers. Her jeans and black button up shirt were a beacon of modesty amidst the hords of scantily clad girls. Her eyes nearly exploded as she glanced at one girl who was wearing a bikini top and shorts so small that her butt was visible out the bottom. Elisabeth's stomach turned.

"I love Mountain Dew." She was standing in front of Rav, having approached silently. Her fragility, fear, nervousness and shy demeanor were plain on her features. She looked down at her feet and moved to sit at the bar. She took the seat next to him, but made sure not to sit or lean too close. Her hands were folded in her lap and her silver cross slipped out from her shirt, dangling around her neck. She reached a hand to finger it absentmindedly. Her blond curles cascaded around her face and shoulders. "What are you drawing?"

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i stand at ten feet tall but its only 750 words short. sometimes i feel like a goddess while wearing this pretty little outfit. of course i need to talk to Rav. this picture of perfection is totally Complete. in the end i just say this - you're singing a song I don't know the words to. don't forget we made this REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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