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

[Fish_24_7]

((Odd question, but, how many powers? O-o...))

Jumaris backed out of the cafe, slowly, at least it felt that way. Ever since this morning everything seemed whack. Things either went too fast or slow-motion. Getting out of bed was an adventure in and of itself, and now this?! THIS?! Coffee...no morning coffee..not even a nice spot of tea because the freakin' water couldn't boil cause the electricity just HAD to go out. To say in the least, she was not a happy tike. First and foremost she'd like to beat who ever's a** it was that caused all of this, and not in the fun 'unbuckle my pants' way. Nearly grinding her teeth, she walked back down the way she came, ready to kill the next son of a b***h that crossed her path. Lucky for her the job was already done when a homeless guy scampered out of an alleyway warning her not to go in their because of some freak with white hair. Sound familiar? Well, the white hair part did, not so much the freak...well...considering he ran at the first sign of temptation,he'd be considered freakish; but the way this guy was acting? Absurd! It made it sound as if the whole world was falling impart, which everyone knew was scientifically impossible.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

((My dude has three powers. You can have as many or have 4. biggrin ))

Jarred sat down heavily, looking at the unconscious bodies of his assailants a bit dumbfounded. Where did all this come from, he wondered, looking at his unmarked hands. The only way you could tell he beat the hell out of a bunch of guys were the bodies and the sweat on his forehead. Besides that, he didn't even look like he did anything. He shook his head, holding it in two hands and feeling terrible.

[Fish_24_7]

((Aw crackers...this means i actually have to think...haha ok, I'll have three then. =]))

Jumaris stumbled to the far wall. Amidst all the confusion, she was shoved to the side, roughly pushed against the wallpaper. As if by natural response, she fell through, COMPLETELY through, landing with a crash on the other side in the dim alleyway that the stranger from earlier seemed to be lurking in. Without noticing her company, she stood to her feet, rubbing her lower back with a pained cringe on her soft features. Her pink hair fell about her face messily, though still in pristine condition. From the amount of product she used, it had better, else hell be raised. "Ow..." she moaned, stomping her feet in a small tantrum, off in her own little world about all her troubles, or more correctly, odd occurences. It didn't completely pass her mind that she had just gone through a solid wall, nor that she was in some dark alley with a banana peel stuck to her short jean skirt.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred looked at the sudden appearance of the stripper. "Either I am REALLY high, or I'm not the only freak in the vicinity...." He murmured to himself, raising an eyebrow at the girls state of appearance. "Can I help you with something?" He asked louder, peeking out at her from beneath his white hair.

[Fish_24_7]

Jumaris nearly yelped,either from surprise or from her own action of electricuting her hands. She waved them in the air, spinning around on her heels at the process of the voice. Her gray eyes widened slightly, then furrowed. Things hadn't started happening until after meeting him. The only answer was that it was his fault. Now, how he did it was a different story and one she would discover sooner or later. Instead of sounding like the bold woman she intended, she sounded like a teenager who was just caught by her parents making out with some random guy on the couch.
"What are you doing here?!" she started, dropping her arms at her sides. Trying to regain some sort of composure, she crossed her arms, standing in what she thought was a firm stance. Truthfully, he looked even odder than before. Was his hair different? She couln't be sure. Memory was never a strong point. There never really was a need for it.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred almost laughed, but kept his face straight. Girls these days.... He thought simply, then pointed at the still unconscious muggers to his left, but didn't say anything as that should be explanation enough: I just beat the hell out of a bunch of dudes who tried to beat the s**t out of me. THAT is why I am here. He didn't say it, but his face did.

[Fish_24_7]

Jumaris followed his eyes, nodding slightly at the still bodies, though not completely understanding the circumstance. "Oh...so you're looking for a one night stand but Jr. and Spot wouldn't give it to you..." she replied with a coy smile. "Well, I'd recommend goin' to the joint down the road for a real good time...there's a gay bar down and to your left..." It wasn't much of a guess or assumption, just that most rich guys who that quickly jumped into their car after a beautiful woman began a conversation, happened to be gay.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred rolled his eyes, but said nothing as he stood up and looked at his downed foes. "Yes, obviously, I'm gay because I just beat the ******** out of a dozen guys for not giving me a good time when there's a perfectly good bar down the road. Uh..... No. They tried to kill me, so...." He shrugged, grateful for not looking at the silly girl. Just because he didn't want to talk to her wen she came by his car earlier didn't mean he was gay. He just didn't like girls like that.

[Fish_24_7]

Jumaris dhrugged with the innocene of a child, wide-eyed and curious. "Hey, it happens..." she said, clasping her feminine hands behind her curving back. "You'd be surprised by how many frustrated gay guys come into our establishment. You'd think after centuries of bashing, people would finally get over it. Honestly, I don't see what's wrong with exploring one's sexuality...." she pondered aloud, raising her shoulders slightly then letting them fall to their normal position. Like most dancers, her posture was extrememly good. Granted, she was about as thick as a toothpick and had plenty of hips to spare, but it came with the territory. You didn't eat you didn't gain weight. The hips were just another part of the whorish curse. "So...what'd they do?" Jumaris raised a thin pink eyebrow in curiosity, leaning closer to make sure she didn't misinterpret any part of the up and coming.

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

"Like I just said, they tried to kill me." Jarred said with infuriating patience, seeing her game. He wasn't wooed by her slutty charms. Oh no, he had seen too many of these type of women to fall in too quickly. "Beyond that, I couldn't care less." He shrugged innocently, leaning back on his improvised chair, ignoring her gay jibes.

[Fish_24_7]

Jumaris took note of his tone, something which greatly reminded her of her a*****e father. The tone didn't suit her. In fact, she found herself picturing the various ways to hang him and his rudeness off a cliff. Sadly, she was a girl with little if any upper body strength. It wasn't like the gym let members in for free.
"So, you were the innocent by-standard who was just passing by when these..." she made a slight wave towards their impoverished bodies, "bozos tried to kill you...a likely story..." She let her voice carry an accent of sarcasm near the end.
If she were to be completely honest with herself, she'd see that she was simply trying to find an escape from reality. An escape from the strange occurrences of earlier. How she came through the wall, how electricity seemed to be attracted to her like cats were to catnip. She didn't want to think that she was a freak. In fact, a good portion of her life was solely devoted to the cause of proving her not a freak. She had been forced into the streets, into her slutty existence and had used that to become something.
"One thing that doesn't make sense...you're just one guy. No offense but you're not a very big guy...so how did you manage to...slaughter all of these men who are very big...?"

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

Jarred shrugged, not knowing a real answer to that question of such. "It was normal, than I got real angry, and then they were on the ground. You can believe me or not, I don't really care...." He said simply, standing up. Then he noticed the glimmering tattoos all over his naked arms. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't look at whoever that girl is for confirmation of his eyes.

[Fish_24_7]

Jumaris was slightly surprised, mostly by how calm he seemed about the whole thing. she crossed her arms and looked at him with an expression of puzzlement, looking down at her own glowing arms. " I don't know who you are or what you think you're doing, but...But just...keep away from me! None of this happened until YOU came along..."

At that point, she held up her arms, beginning a backwards stagger. Considering she was in high heels, running at top speeds was not an option. In fact, she didn't even know where she'd go. With a look of unsure fear, she pulled out her little thing of pepper spray, pointing it in his direction. Her thin figure shook somewhat, gray eyes wide. She hadn't considered what she was planning on doing. In fact, she had little idea of what was going on. She knew what she knew, and that was enough. Live life step by step, no questions. It was easier that way. Always worked, why wouldn't it now?

[Lord Arimor Darkheart]

"YOU'RE the one who got out of a man's car right NEXT to mine, so it's more your fault then my own. I was sitting there waiting for my baby sister, when your strumpeting a** comes walking along and try to mess with my sister, so whom ever it was that caused this, is you." Jarred replied, waving a finger at her. "YOU were the one who ******** things up, so don't be blaming me, Madam Bed-Warmer." He growled, his eyes flashing a dangerous red color.

[Fish_24_7]

Jumaris frowned. She refused to let the man's illusion of the situation get the best of her. "If you remember, Mr....whoever you are, you were parked there first! Everything was fine until you left and....and..." She sighed, deeply, eyebrows furrowing some as she tried to think of something to argue. "I was trying to create pleasant conversation. It was your sorry a** who just had to be all snobby and leave! leaving whatever curse behind. For all I know, you were planted with some top-secret chip!" She hadn't noticed his eyes, simply assuming whatever flash of color came from the traffic lights. Swallowing, she lowered the pepper spray. If he wasn't going to play the responsible adult, she would. Rubbing her temples with her pointer fingers, she closed her eyes. "Ok, fine. Let's handle this sensibly. How do we get rid of it?" Her voice was harsher, eyes nearly to the point of fury.