x.X.Twilight and Fishy.X.x. Private RP. NO POSTING!!

[Fish_24_7]

The two girls continued their meaningless conversation, the best type there was. Absolutely no lies were necessary in such cases. In a short pause, the brunette conversing with Jumaris glanced out the tinted windows, raising an eyebrow in fascination.
"Hey, who's the hottie?" she asked, biting her lip.
Wanting to get a glimpse of this so called 'hottie' (since any guy was better than none at all), Jumaris took a few steps forward, squinting. Until she realized who it was. Mr. "I'm better than a stripper, let's go sis" guy. Jumaris rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in a careless manner.
"Oh that's...that one guy..." she began, fading near the end. Names always escape.
"Know him that well huh?" the girl replied sarcastically,putting a hand on her tanned him.
"Oh yeah we go way back..." Jumaris smiled, flipping her pink curls over her shoulder. She sounded a little too persuasive. Acting dense had it's downfalls. One such was sarcasm. It never came out quite as intended.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred, quite calmly, stepped to his Camaro, leaning down and lifting a guitar case - he was good at the guitar as well, but the older and more sophisticated roommates at his estate said the violin was for more sophisticated musicians - and stepped to the coffee shop wall - away from the windows, and lifted the guitar from it's case. Thusly, he began to play.

((An O-Mazing song..... biggrin ))

[Fish_24_7]

((It's one of my favs biggrin ))

Minutes later,Jumaris and the other employees were rushed to get started. Apparently Raoul decided on opening early. "Customers appreciate early hours," he'd say, followed by a mutter of things being less suspicious.
Without too much argument,Jumaris started her gig. The doors unlocked and the AC kicked on, flooding the club with cool relief.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred watched the doors opening on the club next door, ignoring the number of coins and bills in his guitar case. He raised an eyebrow as he caught sight of that signature hair-color of the girl from earlier. Oh, what a coincidence.... He thought vaguely, but thought little more about it as he jumped into another more upbeat song. After hearing the first verse, the people nearby took up the chorus along with him, then helped with the beat after the chorus and throughout the song, the song being rather popular in this side of town.

[Fish_24_7]

((ok so...are they suppose to meet up at all..?...))

The music blared even louder it seemed as Jumaris stepped her stiletto heel on the stage. She could feel the beat vibrate the floor, words of the rap music hardly audible among the hoots and whistles of the early-birds. The sun hadn't even set and already these bastards flooded the dance floor, bar tables, and nearly crowded the stage filling the air with a sort of stuffy luminance. Jumaris had to keep from making faces.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

((I dunno how we can do that. I was just gonna make Jarred disappear, then wake up back at home. Like he got captured or whatever and came back to his house and laid down, but doesn't remember. You can do that with your chick, all her friends telling her she did such an awesome job the other day she was given the day off or whatever.....))

[Fish_24_7]

((okie doke that works. ))

[Fish_24_7]

After a few hours passed and a few drinks slipped down her throat, Jumaris found herself in the arms of some random guy. With the look of a starving feline, Jumaris pushed him into his car, nearly scraping her nails along the buttons of his white dress shirt. It was probably around two in the morning; she didn't know. Roughly, the man sat up, pulling her pink hair lightly as he kissed down her neck, then back up to her lips. In the drunken haze,she hardly knew what was happening as he stopped his affections. Suddenly overcome by several others,she was pulled out of the car.
"Got the girl..." one of them muttered.
"GET OFF ME YOU SLIME BALL!" she screamed, kicking and throwing punches in random directions. Naturally, she missed, nearly every time. As her hands were held tightly behind her back and clasped with hand cuffs, she assumed to be getting arrested. One swift kick in the groin of the man treating her roughly and she was gone. Her vision blurred,tunneled. Her body went limp, and just as roughly she was tossed into the back of a black van, disguised as some government vehicle to avoid suspicion.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred woke up almost screaming, sitting up in his bed. He had no memory past that last song by Foreigner. Everything went black. His entire body hurt, his head felt like someone had made some soup with it then put it back in boiling hot, and he had to pee. Really. Bad. He launched into the bathroom, and came back relieved as the toilet flushed. He looked in the mirror, content that his hair had black streaks in them like usual. He stopped, then looked again. His lovely white hair...... had BLACK steaks in them. He knew his younger sister was kniving, but going this far? No, not his sister. Disconcerted, he went downstairs, grabbing a glass of OJ from the kitchen and stepping outside. It was nearly dark out, but it didn't matter that he was only wearing a pair of sweat-pants and no socks. Suddenly, the world took a red tint, his eyes picking out red forms of people everywhere in the distance. He fell down, barking out something intelligible, covering up his eyes. Instead, he was blinded. "GAH!!!" He yelled, closing his eyes and cutting off the red glimmer everywhere. He sat back on the deck, his heart pounding wildly and covered in sweat. This had better be a damn dream.... He mused angrily in his head, expecting to wake up any moment now.

[Fish_24_7]

Jumaris rolled over, tumbling off the bed.Groaning, she grabbed her head. Hangover? Who cared. IT was a killer headache. Rubbing her eyes, she peered through her fingers, blinded by whatever light was swallowing the room. Where was she? Nothing looked familiar. Let's see...i was...topless...then... Then what? She couldn't remember. Musta been a hella good night... Groggily, she tried to sit up, only to find that her blanket cocoon was STICKING to her skin. What sick joke was this? It was like someone took a giant balloon and rubbed it all over her skin. Odd.
Delicately, she worked at the blankets and sheets, trying to pull it from her arms only to find it sticking to her hand. It was too early for this. IT was always too early for this. Gaining enough energy, she managed to stand up, still twisted amongst the bedding. Taking a step forward,she tripped, still entangled.
"DAMNIT!" she hollered, scratching at her head as if it would do anything. Her eyes could barely open they were so heavy. She did not need this. Stubbornly, she crawled across the floor, refusing to be beat by blankets. It wouldn't do. She had an image to maintain. And yea, sure, she woke up alone,and...strangely sore, feeling much like she fell into a telephone wire...but the point was, she was gorgeous and had a job to do, even if it was only walking down the street and flirting with the guys.
After about a half hour more of struggling, she finally made it out of the mess. Moodily, she wandered down the stairs of her friends house.Now things looked familiar...just didn't make sense.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred, having got himself a shirt on and a pair of shoes, strolled quite aimlessly in town. Nobody seemed to notice, or tried not to. He was perplexed, his body feeling odd and suddenly uneasy. He looked down the street, wondering what the hell to do, when something came barreling at him. In a blur, he was out of the way simply by instinct. The car, a yellow Sudan, screeched to a stop right where he was standing only a few moments ago. "You aight?" The driver hollered, Jarred too surprised and freaked out to reply coherently.

[Fish_24_7]

Jumaris made it out of the house with relative ease...that is, except for the lights going out when she tried to plug in her curling iron, then,she was chased by her own hair supplies. Stepping out of the house timidly(as if expecting something to suddenly jump out at her), Jumaris looked both ways, pulling her jacket close. Feeling insecure, she used whatever she happened to be wearing as a security blanket. Her pink hair was straight (having gotten fed up with the loss of electricity), flowing lightly in the breeze, carrying the fresh scent of pink grapefruit with it. She let out a small sigh, feeling free at last, hoping it was simply the house acting up. It didn't seem to far stretched...although there was that odd tattoo along her spine...
Hearing a loud screech, she was pulled out of her dreamland to see some guy dodging a car. The driver yelled something inaudible to her ears. This day just kept getting weirder and weirder. Shrugging it off, she kept walking, ready to cross the street to her favorite coffee joint.That was, until her heel caught on one of the drains, sending electrical surges through the ground.She watched with suppressed shock as the lights of every building on the street flickered on and off. Hopefully no one was suspicious of anything...they didn't...seem to be...just confused...like herself? Right. That's all it was. Confusion. She'd wake up and realize this was all a dream. Right?

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred watched as some pink-haired lady - semblance of the odd stripper chick from earlier - step into a grate. Suddenly, all the lights began to flicker. "What the heck...." He murmured to himself, hugging close to the fence of someones backyard. His eyes were wide, and grew wider when he looked at his hands. Black tattoos swirled and curled around his hands, going up his arms and all over his body. Unbeknownst to him, his eyes changed color as well, though only if you looked really close. His hair stood up - as if he was from some anime show - giving him a rather fearsome persona. Then, as suddenly as it happened, he returned to normal, nobody noticing his odd tendency.

[Fish_24_7]

Swallowing, Jumaris slipped her heel out of the metal grate, trying to keep from looking to embarrassed. Already the day felt like it was taking forever. She hated days like this (not that this happened on the normal basis). Hurriedly, she walked across the street, brushing her hair behind her pierced ears. Looking closely, small bolts of lightning could be seen tracing her footsteps, though, that would be looking very closely. Every building she passed seemed to have some sort of electrical issue. Trying to act nonchalant, she walked into the coffee joint,only to stare in disbelief as small lightning-like bolts swarmed around the blenders and mocha machines, causing half of them to fry.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred looked at the small group of guys in front of him. Having stepped - quite stupidly - into the alleyway, he was suddenly the topic of discussion to a small group of rather big men. "What have we here, eh? Rich boy taking a stroll?" One asked, a cocky redhead. "Him and his ******** sister running around like they ow-" His friend never got to finish, as a fist - wrapped in black shimmering tattoos - left him flung back by a hit in the gut. Another broke his nose. Jarred, his eyes crimson, bashed the surprised leader in the ribs with both hands clasped together in a blur of motion, sending him sprawling. Given enough time, the other two charged the white-haired Jarred. Leaping, he pelted the first in the gut, backhanded the second in the face, then twirled his legs in the air, sending the last two flung back. He stood, panting, feeling no pain as he looked at the unconscious brigands and felt..... nothing.