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Post by kiera on Jan 22, 2011 13:36:47 GMT -5
 I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------Sebastian wasn't sure what he was doing at a club. It wasn't really his scene. He preferred someone quiet and solitary. This was neither quiet nor solitary. He definately wasn't looking for a girl here. They were all sluts. He liked girls with self respect.
So what was he doing here? He was people watching. He liked to see the kinds of things people did when they were drunk. He found it amusing. People were idiots. He was not. He pushed himself off the counter of the bar. He was old enough to drink, but wasn't interested. He had sipped at a Coke, but left it at the bar along with a few bills. He threaded his way through the crowds. It felt nice to blend in. A few girls grabbed his hips, attempting to grind against him. He disengaged quickly and turned them around, pushing them gently towards some other waiting guy.
He just wanted to blend in. No one knew him. No one recognized him. No one accused him. He wasn't a criminal here. He smiled and closed his eyes for a moment. He folded his arms across his chest and simply stood in the middle of the dance floor. He looked out across the people. They were all the same, pretty much. Some were drunk, some weren't. Most were looking for cheap hookups. He was probably one of the few sober uninterested guys. A flash of blonde hair caught his eye, but it was gone. He ignored it.
He shifted his feet. There wasn't much entertainment tonight. There were no fights or idiots. No one sober enough to have any interesting conversations. He frowned slightly and began to move through the crowd again. He liked the press of bodies, knowing that he was hidden. No one could see him or accuse him or hate him. No one would tell him they just wanted to help. The little boy was gone, and Sebastian Chase was here.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 22, 2011 14:35:31 GMT -5
   - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -&&. She wasn't like every other girl in this place. She wasn't looking for a hook up. She wasn't even looking for a guy. So why was she here? The lights. That was the only reason. She didn't come for the alcohol and she hated dancing with guys because most of them liked to take advantage of the girl they danced with and half of them didn't even know who they were dancing with. She was grabbed once by a guy and elbowed him in the gut before spinning away and heading to the bar, accepting a glass of mountain dew and leaning against the counter. A few more guys looked over and all she had to do was narrow her eyes before they looked away. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and scanned the crowd, watching how everyone was moving to the beat of the music and grinding against each other and she shivered in disgust. She had forgotten why she hated humans but now she remembered. They almost always spent time plastered to each other and all over each other. She may have been part human, but that didn't mean she acted like one, a sick and deranged thing that went after whatever it needed to be happy.
&&. Hail was made for the water and for the river. She didn't like many people, but the few that she did she couldn't have been closer to. If she liked a human they knew everything about her. If she hated a human, they knew it. Her wide, hazel eyes reflected the lights that flashed around her, her fingers tapping the beat of the music out on the counter. Her bright hair was rather discolored in here, but she didn't mind. She liked being different however she could. That was why she was one of those 'nuts' that society avoided. Most of the people followed that rule, but the few that got close enough loved her. She had very few enemies because she was nice to everyone. But she always had a natural hatred toward everyone, strangers that were human and human shifters mostly. But that wasn't what had gathered her attention anymore. She had spotted a man in the middle of the dance floor who didn't seem to be acting on impulse. She knew a long time ago that he wasn't a shifter, but she was able to tell that he wasn't like every other human in this place. She wanted to approach him and almost did, but once again she found a pair of hands grip her waist and pull her closer.
&&. She snapped her head back to see who it was, making sure it wasn't by chance someone she knew and then with a rough movement, slammed her heel onto his foot and kneed him in the groin. Her hazel eyes danced with danger as he nearly screamed in surprise and pain. She was so short, so small, it seemed unlikely that she could do the damage that she was capable of, but that wasn't true. She was a tornado hidden in the case of a beauty and she knew it, just as this new main did too. listen, asshole, don't fucking touch me. i'm not in the mood to deal with you or anyone else here. i am here for other reasons. not for your entertainment. She saw him nod and stiffly move away, sending a final glance back over his shoulder which she met with a full fledged glare. Then she moved her way across the bar with her mountain dew in hand and sipped it, glaring past the men and women who were there for a good time and returned looking for the one who interested her in here. the only one who seemed a little more like her than should have been possible.
&&. She was wearing a pair of jeans, yes jeans, and a shirt with the word love scrawled all over it in a scribbling font. It was one of her favorite shirts and so she was always careful with it. She also wore a pair of sneakers in here, something that most people didn't do and it bothered her when they didn't. She almost always laughed at the person who threw up and then watched as another person stepped in it and became upset and possiby even sick themself. Most of the girls wore heals and most of the guys wore sneakers, sometimes dresser shoes. Not Hail, she never knew what could have been on the floor and wouldn't have dared to wear any shoes that she actually liked in a place like this. As the predator inside her honed in on her prey, she froze, careful to make sure he didn't see how she was staring at him with a curious expression. It was obvious she wanted to know more about him but at the same time it was really hard for her to give up the fact that there was, indeed, someone in this place that reminded her of herself.
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Post by kiera on Jan 22, 2011 15:17:14 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Sebastian's gaze was caught by yet another flash of blonde hair. He wasn't sure what made this particular head of hair stand out to him. He watched for it, trying to pick out what was special. It hit him. Whatever girl hid under this head of hair, wasnt jumping and grinding to music, nor glued to some guy's groin. She was moving, walking, and not taking any looks from anyone. Sebastian smiled slightly and raised an eyebrow. Was it just his imagination, or was she moving closer to him? He lost the girl as someone grabbed his hands. "What the....?!" Some drunk girl had grabbed his wrists and attempted to settle one hand on her chest and the other on her ass. She stumbled into him, smiling idiotically. He looked down at her with annoyance, quickly drawing his hands away and disengaging. He had no desire to feel up some drunk girl. He took a second look at her.
"You're like nineteen, go find some freshman who wants to get his hands on your body. I'm good without." He shook his head with disgust. He put his hands on her shoulders, spun her around and sent her stumbling back into the crowd. He had no chosen a good place to stand. He was a target for drunk girls. A very small part of him was amused, he stuck his hands in his pockets. A lot of girls found his aloof mysterious manner attractive, drunk girls couldn't resist it. To him, it was about survival not about girls. Not that he didn't notice beautiful girls, he just didn't come to clubs to find them. He preferred finding them in ordinary mundane places. The girl sketching in the park, the lost hiker, the scholar with her nose in a book. Those were his kind of girls. Girls who bantered with him, and didn't ask him questions.
He looked around, spotting the girl's blond hair again. She was facing away from him and he peered at her, trying to figure out what she was doing. He just might have found entertainment after all. He watched her stomp some guy's foot before kneeing him in the groin. Sebastian grinned, mentally congratulating this girl - whoever she was. He watched as she whirled around, looked towards him, and vanished once more in the crowd. Maybe he was being egotistical, but he could have sworn she was moving towards him. Something about her was almost predatory though. He grinned. If he was wrong, no one would know. If he was right, this would be an interesting game to play. Leave it to him to find the one sober girl in the club, and who had enough sense to wear jeans and sneakers. His interest, however fleeting, had been captured.
He grinned again and turned, melting into the crowd. He was short for a man, only 5ft 11. He moved easily, threading his way through the throngs of people. He occasionally caught flashes of blonde hair, sometimes too quick for him to tell if it was his mystery girl or not. He kept his head high, sneaking would only make him more noticeable. He scanned the crowd, looking for her. She was no where to be seen. I've never been a fan of hard to get. He raised his eyebrow again. Where was this girl hiding. He paused, reaching a hand up to run it through his dark hair. His stormy blue-gray eyes were striking as they combed the crowd.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 22, 2011 16:10:16 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&. She had gathered him in her gaze from where she stood back against the wall. She was careful not to be seen, to make sure that he didn't see her. But before she knew it she was being grabbed by yet another drunk bastard. She spun around and hit him hard in the gut and she jumped back as he got sick, whether it was from intoxication or the hit, she wasn't sure. But she dodged her way back into the crowd before she could be found. She weaved between the guys and girls dancing, occasionally hitting them a little harder if they got in her way or annoyed her anymore. But she smiled as she found him again. He had made the mistake of exitting the crowd right as she entered and now she could watch him all she liked for as long as she could until he figured it out or until another drunken pervert showed up. But instead of giving it time she managed to get the guys to back off, enough where she had enough area to stand on her own without being jostled by a moving body.
&&. Her gaze was focused directly on him as she stepped out of the crowd a few feet away. But she made sure to look away just before that. She was no blond, a fire colored hair was the only thing she ever allowed herself to be after her hair had come out blond. She leaned against the bar, asking for another glass of her soda, not caring if he was watching because he had most likely found her. The smile on her face was playful and lazy, much like a small creature that loved to laugh and smile and play. Her wrist was colored black where she had the shape of an otter wrapped around it. She had an almost identical tattoo around her thigh. She stretched her muscles as she took the glass and turned around, smirking as she watched the man as she took a drink. But she wouldn't be the first to speak. No, of course not, this was her game of cat and mouse and she wasn't about to give that up.
&&. Hail leaned back against the bar and chewed her lip as she watched everyone dancing. Her gaze didn't wander back to her prey, at least not yet. She wouldn't risk a stolen glance until she was sure he was paying attention and had figured out it was her who had more than once grabbed his attention. Her confidence was higher than it should have been and at the same time, it made her smile, even laugh sometimes. No one really understood what happened around her. No one ever understood her, but that was okay, Hail had learned a long time ago that it wasn't the people that saw you that defined who you were, it was the people that didn't know you and took the time to meet you. It also took the smiles you gave people and the attitude you gave them. She smirked as her fingers curled around the bottom of the bar, setting her glass down on the bar as yet another man started her way. Her gaze turned from playful to a simple warning. She wasn't in the mood to be made another man's play thing. Four men had tried it so far, and she didn't want him to be the fifth because her patience was really wearing thin. don't even bother. she said with a simple warning and he almost looked like he was going to say something before turning back into the crowd with a shrug. He was one of the few that wasn't quite as drunk as the others, but still enough so where he would have one hell of a headache in the morning. She smirked, wondering if he had heard her. she curled the fingers of her other hand around the edge of the counter too and leaned back, lifting herself up onto the bar and sitting with her legs crossed and rested on the stool in front of her. She knew people stared when girls did that, and she basked under the attention that she wouldn't return to anyone, including her current target
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Post by kiera on Jan 23, 2011 5:40:26 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Sebastian looked around one more time. He was about ready to give up. He was interested in this girl, whoever she was, but not that interested. He folded his arms over his chest for a moment before his eyes were caught by something bright at the bar. He looked over and rolled his eyes.
[/i]Of course, there you are.[/i] He smirked. What he had thought was blonde hair was actually more of a fiery color. It might have been blond at some point, but it wasn't now. He saw her eyes flicker to him. She knew he was there, but she was playing the same game he was. She wasn't going to be the first to approach. He looked her up and down, not bothering to be discreet. He raised an eyebrow. How old was this girl? Unlike most of the girls, she looked old enough to drink. He would have guessed she was twenty-two, perhaps twenty-three. He was twenty-four. He sighed and waited around for a few more minutes. He wanted her to know he was watching her, to see that he wasn't nervous or shy. He was just taking his sweet time. She wanted to play cat and mouse. That was fine by him. Sure, he would be the first to talk. But if that was so, he would be playing his own game. His expression was unreadable. Sometimes tinges of confidence, triumph, fury, suspicion and guarded solenmity could be seen - but only in flashes. Sebastian kept himself well under guard. It was how he was, how he needed to be, and how he had always been. He uncrossed his arms from his chest, sticking his hands in his pockets. His walk was confident, more like a stride. He had the whole "Strong Silent Mysterious" thing down. It was more than an act, it was who he was. He reached the bar, leaning over to ask the bartender for a Coke. He wasn't one for standing out, as this girl obviously was. He stood back from the bar, his hands still in his pocket. He looked her up and down for a moment, noticing the Mountain Dew in her hand. He raised a single eyebrow at her, his voice and face giving nothing away. “Alcohol is the cause and the solution to many of life's problems.” He looked at her when she said nothing. “Never heard of Dan Castellaneta?” He shrugged and looked out at the crowd. There was a group of young girls gathered at the edge. They were gesturing towards him, obviously nominating one of their own to come talk to him. He sent a cold glare in their general direction and subtly shook his head. They looked like seventeen. He was way too old for them, and he didn't do sluts. He turned back to the girl. “So what's it for you? The cause or solution?” He smirked very slightly, only a slight twitch of his lips.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify] ------------------------------------------------------------------
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 23, 2011 8:12:43 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&. Her eyes had been on him when he noticed her and the playful smile returned. Now that he was looking at her, shamelessly, she had finally found amusement. She stretched her legs across the stool as he walked over and grinned at his question. Well, the way I see it, it's neither. I don't drink often, and when I do, it is only with friends. What about you? She asked, her hazel eyes gazing at him out of the corner of her eye. She smiled a little more at his reaction to the group of girls and couldn't help but smile more. She always found it amusing when a guy actually turned down the sluts to have a normal conversation; and in a place like this, it was pretty freaking rare. She played with the frayed edge of her shirt as she waited for her response and then looked over at him, her head still bent and just a side-ways glance being the only think she spared him. Her bangs fell away from her head as she debated what she could say before a smile hit her face. So what are you doing here, you don't drink, you aren't here for sluts, just a good time? But then again you don't seem to be with friends or anyone else for that matter.
&&. Hail was in a good mood... well actually she was in a great mood. She had found someone that she assumed was here for the same reason she was. To watch, not to learn, but to watch and judge the only way they could. She was a social outcast and so whenever she came to a place like this, it was to laugh at the creatures that denied her presence in their society. and she loved the ability. Not being able to do it often, it made her feel better. She tossed her hair over her shoulder easily and brushed away her bangs. She wrapped her arms around herself and her arms crossed over her chest. She smirked as she watched him with a gently smile on her face. It was funny how amusing she found him to be. She usually never gave someone of their society the attention she was giving this man right now. It's nice to see a guy here that doesn't completely give in to his basic needs. She didn't say anything more, knowing that if she went into an explanation that he would question her. Hail lifted one leg and crossed it over her knee, calmly moving her foot with the music and tapping the beat off the counter. She had had many people look at her but she had begun to ignore it, finally feeling just a little more in place. Of course, she was amazed that she hadn't been removed from the counter of the bar because she was sitting on it. Most bartenders probably would have had her off before she even sat down, but no one bothered her, and for that, she was glad.
&&. Hail looked along the bar, watching the people carefully before smirking. It seemed like they were the only ones in here who weren't all over someone else and she was perfectly fine with that. Her fingers ran through her hair and smoothed it a little as she sat there, debating on if she should speak again or not. She smiled a little and looked down at her shirt again, the frayed end bothering her a little more than it should have. She carefully ripped the thread and smoothed her shirt before running her hands down her shins and wrapping her hands around her ankles, leaning forward with her chest against her knees and stomach against her thighs. Hail carefully gazed around at all the people and blinked a few times. She wasn't always this cautious about people, but right now she was almost wound too tightly. It was almost like there was a little animal inside of her that was scared or worried about these people. You look almost as out of place here as I do. What's up with that? She asked, knowing he was human and unless the human had a severe disease or something else wrong with them. Never did they close him off for no complete reason.
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Post by kiera on Jan 23, 2011 8:36:53 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Sebastian was silent through the girl's drawn out little speech. His eyebrow rose and fell with her varying comments. It was his most common facial expression, and one of the only ones he had. He wasn't one for revealing things or showing emotions. Simply, it was too dangerous. He didn't grin and joke, not like other guys. He wasn't a jock. He was confident, but in a different way. He didn't want control over others, just himself. He had learned to maintain control, where to look for it and how to protect it. It was something you had to master being on the run for...11 years. He was lost in his own thoughts and surprise for a moment as the shock settled in. 11 years... He couldn't believe it. 11 years since his mother drowned his younger brother, then attempted to drown him. 11 years since she entered rehab, naming him as his brother's murderer. 11 years since he had packed a Batman backpack with extra clothes, food and all the money in the house. 11 years since he had run from Maine, hitchhiking his way to New York without looking back. 11 years he had been all alone. It was a sobering thought, and one that reminded him just why he was alive.
"Do you plan on giving me time to answer any of these questions?" He asked pointedly. It was a nice diversion, made it so he probably wouldn't have to answer any of them. Maybe he would just give brief half-answers. He was good at that, at avoiding things. He shook his head and turned towards the bartender when he arrived with Sebastian's Coke. He grabbed the glass, raising it to his lips. He moved to lean against the bar at the girl's side instead of in front of her. He set the glass back down on the counter and turned his attention to her. She seemed to divide her gaze between him and the crowd. He liked it that way. If he wanted to be stared at, he would find a mirror or a drunk slut. His face hadn't been in newspapers or newsreports for 11 years, and who would make the connection between the smiling 13 year old boy and the twenty four year old man standing here? No one, of that he was sure. He had made sure. He even used to wear contacts, but gave that up. His stormy blue gray eyes were more striking and he liked them.
"Just some advice," He turned his gaze to her, slightly hard with a barely tangible warning within his eyes. His elbows rested on the bar counter. "There are a lot of people out there who don't take kindly to being asked questions." His lips twitched slightly in what was a very small smile, barely even a smile at all. “If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.” He glanced at her before continuing. “That one was from Lewis Carrol. Look, I don't like questions but I find you interesting. I'll make you a deal. You can ask four questions and I might answer them." He picked up his Coke and sipped it again. He returned his gaze to the crowd. He closed his eyes, mouthing the words to a song he knew. Cause if you jump, I will jump too. He thought it was stupid. There was no one in this life he would jump for, but it was nice sentiment. He spoke again to the girl. “Just a tip, don't waste a question on who am I. My name's Sebastian.”
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 23, 2011 9:13:12 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&. Her eyes snapped to him when he spoke, something she had become accustomed to. When someone was speaking she watched them and no one else but as soon as he finished, so had her attention span. She rolled her eyes and leaned back, watching him with a cautious look. No wonder she had stopped contact with this species. No matter what she wanted to think, they were all freaking alike. Why bother asking questions that you may or may not answer. I ask because unlike the sluts and jerk-offs in here, I do care, but your damn people have it set that you have to be close to care. She snapped and she had known she was going to, but it didn't matter. Her mood had depleted as quickly as it had been built up. She was now glaring at him with her bad temper fueling what she did. She pushed herself off the counter, muttering to herself about how humans were all the same and thought they could push anyone around so long as they did it right. But she wasn't one of those people, she wasn't even a person. At least not in this societies eyes.
&&. A lot of people find me interesting, take a number and I may come back and see why the hell that is so. Until then, don't bother me. She lifted her glass to her lips, taking another drink of the mountain dew before setting it on the counter, leaving it unfinished, drawing out enough to pay and stuffing it next to it. Then she turned away, her hazel eyes completely closed off from him and the rest of the world. Not everyone falls for the silent and mysterious. I'm one of them. She called over her shoulder as she moved away from the counter and nearly disappearing into the crowd. She didn't care what he had to say and she didn't care what happened tonight. At least not right now. But right before she entered the crowd she decided against it and made it for the door. A few people went after her in the process, but she didn't care. She had hit one guy in the face after he reached for her and bitched him out for close to ten minutes, even though it was obvious his attention wasn't on her after she had punched him. Then she swore loudly, the fiery red head coming out. Her good mood was gone and she was more than ready for a fight. She hated people who thought they had control over everything that happened. She called back over her shoulder at Sebastian. My name is Hail, but expect to hear it again. If you do, I recommend running. You are just like every other god damn person in this world. And with that she opened the door and let the cold air filter in. She hadn't walked out the door and she wasn't sure why. It didn't matter. She probably wasn't going to leave and instead slammed the door again, disappearing into the crowd.
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Post by kiera on Jan 23, 2011 9:50:49 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Sebastian raised both eyebrows as the girl snapped. He wasn't sure what he had done to irritate her. He thought for a moment about whether he was sorry, but decided he wasn't. In his life, he couldn't afford being sorry for every injured feeling and broken heart. He had his own to care for. He didn't say anything as she stalked off. He watched her, vaguely amused by her indecision. One minute she went to vanish in the crowd, then turned away. Now she seemed to be heading out the door, but decided agains that too. In a huff, she entered the crowd and he lost sight of her. He smiled again slightly, grabbing his Coke and taking another leisurely drink. He wasn't going to follow her, that wasn't his style. He thought over her words. He hadn't had a chance to reply before she stomped off, but he had a few choice words he would have liked to use.
He had a few corrections for this girl, this Hail. He acknowledged that she had an intriguing name, a good match to her fiery hair and even more fiery personality. He settled his hands in his front pockets once more, shifting so his back wasn't digging into the bar counter as he leaned against it. He glanced at the crowd, watching them but lost in his own thoughts. He smirked slightly before the expression vanished. "Not everyone falls for the silent and mysterious. I'm one of them." He was glad she didn't. He didn't want her to, in fact he didn't want anyone too. It wasn't a gag to pick up girls, though people often saw it as that. He was attempting to convey that he genuinely didn't want to talk to people or answer questions. That still wasn't working after 11 years, so Sebastian wondered why he still did it. Out of habit, maybe preference. He spoke in quotes and riddles because he liked to. He checked his watch briefly, then looked back to the crowd.
He was almost half-hoping that Hail would come back. He found her entertaining and her little tantrum was childishly amusing. He watched the crowd, discreetly looking for a telltale flash of flaming hair. He thought back to her first comment. That wasn't really fair. He didn't care whether she cared, though it was a nice sentiment. He wasn't a fan of emotional attachments. What irritated him was that he thought it was a perfectly reasonable offer. He would most likely answer, if not then he would tell her to ask a different question. He bet there were a lot of questions he would ask that she might not answer. Everyone had a right to refuse, he was excercising that right. He watched the crowd, deciding he might as well send Hail a message in case she was lingering around. He wouldn't put it past that girl to stalk him through the club. She was interesting like that, it was something he liked about her. "Hey Hail! I know you're in there!" He wasn't sure, but she didn't know that. He shouted above the din of the music. "Have you heard of D.H. Lawrence? Probably not, but you might like this quote." His voice was deep, difficult to hear over the noise. He wondered if Hail was even anywhere near. "No man is or can be purely individual. The mass of men have only the tiniest touch of individuality: if any. The mass of men live and move, think and feel collectively, and have practically no individual emotions, feelings or thoughts at all." He smiled again and settled back against the counter. Now to wait. He grabbed his Coke, taking a casual drink as he waited for Hail's return.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 23, 2011 11:02:09 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&. Her eyes danced with warning as a few guys came toward her. She was in a horrible mood. Worse than before. She hated humans, more than hated, she actually despised them. They always seemed to think they were better than anyone. She hated these humans almost as much as she hated human shifters, the ones that could change who they were in a matter of moments and then change back as though nothing happened. She always wanted to scream at them for that. She hated it how human shifters could change who they were and ruin someone's life in a matter of moments. Just as humans loved to ruin their own lives as well as others. The lakes and rivers she swam in were almost always polluted and it was a wonder that she wasn't sicker than she was. She almost always had a sniffle or a cough, sometimes it got worse the longer she stayed an otter and she tended not to let it happen too long. Hail had managed to ignore every guy in this place every other time before. But now that she had seen someone, Sebastian, in this place that reminded her of herself, she wanted to get to know him, and that wasn't okay. She wanted him to leave her alone. She wanted her mind not to be focused on him. But it was impossible. She was nearly ready to scream at him because she was so upset.
&&. But she didn't actually freak out until he yelled over the music in his god damn riddles. Then she became pissed off. Her exit from the crowd was rather dramatic, her hair blowing back from her face as she hurried toward him and her eyes narrowed with ultimate distaste. She was still here because there was something about this guy that she couldn't let go of, not until she understood what she was going to do. Not until she understood what he was doing here and why he was being so freaking distant and so stupid. She hated riddles, hates quotes, hated a lot of things. She never read because she barely could. She could read enough to drive and right her name and that was it. She hated talking because she only used the words she knew from hearing them, not because she knew what they meant. she had no family, hadn't since she left mississippi and she had no clue why she was in New York. But she hated it. Hated it more than anything. And that was why she hated him. He seemed so god damn educated, something she couldn't share with him, something that set her apart from the rest of the world. That and because she didn't give a damn. Her eyes narrowed as she glared up at him, her face no longer smiling and the scowl on her face was cold. Her hazel eyes weren't as warm or as playful as they had been, instead she was completely and utterly pissed off. To be honest, I could care less about you and your fucking quotes. They are really starting to piss me off. She growled, her mouth hardly moving as the words drifted between her clenched teeth. She hated him more than anything else and she wanted to scream at him but refrained from doing so. At least for now she refrained from doing so.
&&. Hail didn't move to do anything else. She stood before him with her hands on her hips and she glared directly at him. Her head was raised just enough were she could look him in the face. Other than that, she didn't move and she didn't back down. What the hell is your problem? Forget how to omit your feelings without using a damn quote? Must've. Stop trying to be so damn different. All you are doing is setting yourself up to be exactly like everyone else. She spat, her eyes glowering at him as she watched him with a cold glare. She wanted nothing more than to hit him, to knee him in the groin, but she wouldn't. Not until she had more of a reason to. Her eyes weren't focused on him anymore though. They were focused on everything else. They were focused on the lights behind his head, they were focused on the people around her, but she wouldn't bring herself to look at him, not until he realized that she was tired of playing games and refused to talk to him until he knew that.
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( LYRICS ) Hallelujah - Paramore !
( CREDITS ) Danni / Dylan - Shedding Skin !
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Post by kiera on Jan 23, 2011 11:44:18 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Sebastian's eyes didn't widen as Hail burst back through the crowd. The gleam in her eyes could only be described as murderous. He found it amusing in a way. He had really pissed her off by doing nothing at all. He could probably send her on a deathly rampage if he actively tried to make her mad. He briefly considered that, but that was definately against his moral code. His gaze darkened, thinking of his mother. No, he was definately against murderous rampages. He pushed the thoughts from his mind. She was yelling at him, making quite the scene, but now she wouldn't look at him. It was really quite interesting for Sebastian.
He stretched leisurely. He wasn't going to rise to her challenge. That wasn't his style. He wasn't an angry guy, though he briefly felt bad for upsetting her. She obviously didn't want to play games, it was a shame. He was constantly searching for someone who would trade quotes and riddles with him, he should have known a person like that didn't actually exist. He raised his hands in a peace-like gesture, his features still blank and guarded besides his characteristically slightly raised brow. "Calm down Hail. Seriously. I had no intention of upsetting you, though obviously I have. Peace?" He wasn't some tough guy who refused to apologize and he wasn't a jerk. Obviously something had set her off. He wasn't sure what it was and was almost sure he hadn't actually done anything conciously offensive, but he didn't want to make a bad situation worse.
He straightened, picking up his Coke and draining it. He set the empty glass on the table along with a few bills. He put his hands back in his pockets once more, and turned to Hail. His eyes were as unreadable as ever. "As for your other comments. I'm not trying to be different, actually. I'm doing my utmost best to be exactly like everyone else." He shrugged, his eyes darkening as he turned away from her. "You have no idea how useful it can be to blend in and vanish from searching eyes." With his last cryptic comment, he turned away. He began walking towards the doors, weaving his way through the crowds. He doubted she would follow him. He wasn't trying to bait her. He had upset her, and apologized, then answered her. She obviously didn't want him around and there was no one else interesting enough to keep him around. So he was leaving.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 24, 2011 2:22:00 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - &&. She had heard his apology and almost instantly felt bad. But before she could apologize for her own rude behavior, he was talking again, so she waited patiently. Every word he said made her feel even worse and she chewed her lip to keep from interrupting him. But before she could apologize he was out the door and Hail was left there standing in front of the bar, mumbling and grumbling like an idiot. She knew she should have followed him... should have apologized for what she had said, but she had this urge to just let him leave... and so she did. Hail walked to the bar, quietly sitting down at it, in hopes that she would be able to forget what had happened, accepting the glass of soda from the bartender and drinking it quietly, silence in the small space of air around her. It was almost like she was frozen in time and that her small little space couldn't be touched, but she soon found that she was wrong as her thoughts were interupted by a man offering to buy her alcohol.
&&. The look in her eyes glinted from bored and angry at herself to anger at him. She was pissed as it was, not just because she had decided to let him leave, but because she actually felt bad about it too. Hail sighed inward and then pushed herself from the bar, throwing the money on the counter and storming out into the cold night. Her hair was blown backwards roughly and she swore at the sudden burst of cold air, but all the same welcomed it, thinking that it would help her calm her unsettled nerves just as it helped to ease her mind. She had almost felt like a caged animal in there, and remembered quickly why she almost always refrained from going places where a lot of bodies were or where it was very small. With a glance down the street, she crossed it and slid through the shadows, jacket hung over her arm and clutched carefully to her chest. Now sure, New York wasn't the place for girls to run around on their own, but Hail knew she could take care of herself. She could more than take care of herself. It was just the problem of ruining her secret.
&&. The first few people she passed were sleeping homeless or just people resting in the night along the curb. She almost felt bad for those people and stopped to have a little conversation, something most people didn't do. Hail was a social outcast too, and knew it, and so had no problem associating with people who she knew were just like her. But the next man she saw, walking down the street, seemed a little too... unreal... because it was him. Hail sighed roughly and jogged down the street, her feet silent as she slowly made her way up to him. When she was close enough, she slowed to a walk. Hey you, yeah you, the one from the club I was at a few minutes ago. Sorry for being a bitch. She said, no smile reaching her face because her words were true. She had been sorry, very sorry, and knew that she hadn't had the right to be all 'imma bitch' on him. She lowered her gaze and carefully waited, knowing that he may not turn around, but not caring. If he didn't, she would have at least said sorry, and that was all she wanted.
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Post by kiera on Jan 29, 2011 5:57:36 GMT -5
I NEED ANOTHER STORY. SOMETHING TO GET OFF MY CHEST.I'M GONNA GIVE ALL MY SECRETS AWAY.TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT TO HEAR. SOMETHING THAT WAS LIKE THOSE YEARS.------------------------------------------------------------------ Sebastian welcomed the cold air as he exited the bar. It blew his shirt tight against his chest. He paused for a moment outside the doors before turning right. He was in no hurry. He stuck his hands in his pockets, his face stonily emotionless. He knew leaving was the right thing to do, but that didn't mean it was what he wanted to do. Hail was difficult, but entertaining. He didn't dwell on her long. He couldn't. He had learned early on that he wasn't the type of person who could afford to dwell on people and form relationships. He frowned slightly, straightening his shoulders. He walked tall and proud. He was in New York, hiding among millions. He was a single face, unremarkable and gone moments after having appeared. He didn't have to scurry like a rat. He was hiding in plain sight. A car whizzed past, honking at another car as it did so. Sebastian paused and considered waving down a taxi.
He could just grab a taxi back to his apartment. It sounded okay to him. He dug in his pockets, checking how much money he had with him. He picked apart the bills. It was probably enough, but he might as well just walk and save it for a rainy day. He glanced up at the sky, it was clear. He shrugged to himself and turned away from the road. He stuck his hands and the money back in his pockets. His eyes stared straight ahead, not taking anything in. He was lost in thought. He was thinking about whether he needed more food. He had been living alone in New York for around six years now. Until he was eighteen, he had simply hopped from one foster home to another. He wasn't registered in the system. He found families who would care for him for a month, maybe two. He would spin some elaborate lie about where he was from and why they couldn't tell anyone who he was. At the first sign of going to authorities, he was gone. But then he turned eighteen and he was legally an adult. He got his drivers license, forever registering his name as Sebastian Chase Mattews.
He snapped to attention as he heard laughter. He looked a little further down the sidewalk in front of him. A mother was walking with determination down the sidewalk. She held the hands of two young boys. One looked around eight and the other possible ten or eleven. They were holding tightly to their mother, talking about some video game or another. The older brother seemed to be telling the younger one the best way to kill zombies while the younger listened with rapt adoring attention. Sebastian winced slightly and slowed his pace to watch them. He remembered teaching his brother how to play soccer. Their mother was never home, or if she was she was intoxicated. He frowned at the memory, pushing it away. He became stony again. He lived by not remembering, by being someone new. He began to pick up his pace again, but heard someone calling to him. He turned around, listening with tinges of disbelief.
Hail was standing behind him. She had really followed him from the bar? He was surprised and gave her a mental round of applause. She looked genuinely apologetic. He shrugged slightly, not smiling but clearing not angry or annoyed. "We all have our moments, no worries. Thanks for the apology though." He stood silently, shifting his weight slightly. He was debating whether to excuse himself and continue home or stay and talk to her. He found her presence interesting, her reactions to things he said. He might as well keep her company. He didn't want her following him home. He didn't like anyone who knew him on a first name basis to know where he lived. Should they get suspicious, it was too dangerous for them to be able to lead police to his home. The air was frigid and he looked down at Hail. There wasn't exactly anything interesting going on at the bar. He motioned with his head down the sidewalk. "Would you like an escort home? New York at night isn't the safest place, no matter who you are." He looked down the sidewalk again, just in time to see the mother and two young boys vanish around a corner. The voice of the younger boy floated back to Sebastian. "Hey Thomas, you'll protect me from the zombies if I lose my flame thrower right?" Sebastian's eyes flashed and he winced ever so slightly. He hadn't protected his brother from the zombies.
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Post by DYLAN. on Jan 31, 2011 8:44:29 GMT -5
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&&. The offer to walk her home didn't seem half bad, but with a glance at the time, she quickly rejected. No thanks, I don't need a right. It's too early anyway. A smile played on her face as she stuffed her hands into the pockets up her jacket and glanced up at the sky. No matter how clear the sky was, she had never been able to see the stars since she got here. Coming from Montana, the stars were something she had become very accustomed to and so without them she felt almost lost. Not completely, but almost. Her deep hazel eyes slowly wandered back to Sebastian as she merely shrugged. but don't feel as if you need to stick around to make sure i get home safe. I am perfectly capable. She said with a smirk.
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