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 Posted: Fri May 11, 2012 11:51 pm
⊱❁⊰ A girl who has had a life full of abuse and disappointment, now reduced to going through her day-to-day life almost completely numb and cut-off from the world. Until she stumbles across a vampire feeding in an ally one night on her way home. Terrified, she makes it back to apartment with no incident, convinced it was the dim lighting and lack of sleep. But the vampire who she saw is a ruthless, vicious monster all too well trained in the art of torture and mind games. When the girl turns to her guy friend who has recently seemed to take an interest in her without her noticing, things only grow more complicated as he watches her start to grow an obsession with the nightmares and foreboding messages left by the monster. Torn between the knowledge of a world beyond the normal, filled with the promise of power and immortally, and the dedication of a friend who seems to want to be more, the girl must inevitably decide where the pieces will all fall--or allow a monster to throw them where he wishes. ⊱❁⊰ Roles:
The Girl - Dahlia Rivers (taken by Little Miss Opinionated)
The Beast - Name Name (taken by x-Gray-Rain-x)
The Boy - Open
Others to be added--PM ideas or requests
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 1:39 am
  XThe metal door scrunched shut behind her, causing the chill air to be blown through her jacket. “So much for modern peacoats being wind-proof.” The woman muttered under her breath, a white cloud forming within her words. She clacked down the street in her calf-length leather boots, her eyes glued to the sidewalk as though the icy slush was an interesting book. She turned the corner at Riverfront and kept going down the dingy walk. There were only so many people out at this hour, especially with the weather being so crisp and biting. But Dahlia Rivers never minded the cold, really. No—little things like snow and wind didn’t get under her skin. Not these days…
Walking home seemed to take longer every time she stepped into the darkness after her shift at the cozy coffee house. Perhaps it was that she was simply losing sleep and always waking unrested. Or maybe it was just the weather dampening her spirits. Whatever it was made the grim city she lived in even grimmer as she passed through the streets. Even the cold that seeped through her bright red scarf seemed to make it feel more like a funeral than the holidays. People walked with their heads bowed, eyes averted. Strangers—all anybody ever was to anybody else was a stranger. But in truth, Dahlia preferred it that way. If somebody were to get close to her, what would they think? Would they accept her for her scars—her fears and shortcomings? She never believed so, and so bitterly enjoyed the way the city worked. Like silent clockwork; cogs meshing and meeting but never growing too close. To her it was the perfect way to live. The safest way to live. Lonely, yes…but keeping a heart safe from cracks required some sacrifice. If only life could let well enough alone, of course. But that never seemed to be the case.
Five minutes passed and Dahlia had finally reached her neighborhood. It was still a bit of a walk, but she could see her apartment building in the distance. She sighed in relief, her feet starting to grow sore, and tugged her scarf a little tighter. The gray sidewalk lay in front of her in one long, drab stretch of concrete. Not even grass grew in between the cracks. She’d always wondered why that was, but never found it important enough to seek out. As she neared the corner down the street from her apartment, a sound caught her attention. It was coming from a dim alleyway to her left, and only stopped long enough to briefly glance. ‘How odd,’ was all the thought she had to give to the matter.
Until she heard the sound again—this time more clearly. It was a muffled cry for help. Nearly mute; surely their mouth was being muffled by a strong hand. Dahlia knew she should just keep walking. That no good came from stepping into a dark alley at night—especially not one filled with muffled cries. But she wasn’t completely brainless and only took a few steps into the darkness, only to the edge of the light circle formed by the streetlamp. Her mouth opened, but closed after she realized calling out to see if anybody needed help would probably attract the attention of the one doing the muffling. ‘And that would be a really stupid thing to die over.’
There were more muffled sounds, then suddenly something shifted near the dumpster. The outline of a face turned towards her, and she squinted to try and see what it was. Before she could open her mouth she saw the figure lean back, another in its arms. As her eyes adjusted she could see it was a girl, whose arms were around the man’s neck. Dahlia mentally sighed in relief. ‘Just a couple getting handsy.’ She was about to apologize as the light glinted onto the man’s face, taking her aback. Bright eyes stared at her against flawless skin that practically glowed in the light, a small trail of ruby running down his chin and over his lips. With a shuddery breath Dahlia felt her body jerk as she ran from the alley and down the street without thinking. Her feet had hurt moments ago, but suddenly that ache was nonexistent as she dashed along the concrete, the clacking almost deafening. ‘Damn these short legs!’
Her building came into view and she pushed herself farther, not really sure if she heard footsteps behind her. It wasn’t until she hit the base of the stairs in the lobby that she risked a glance behind her. ‘Nothing.’ But somehow the feeling of being followed clung to her skin like the night’s cold, and so she only slightly lessened her pace on the stairs. Five floors later and she was exhausted, her fingers shaking as she took her keys from her pocket. Her arms and legs felt like they were made of lead as she turned the lock and pushed open her door. It closed behind her with a slight thud and she fell back against it. As she slid down she closed her eyes, feeling herself touch the floor and almost tempted to just fall asleep there.
Eyes open, she glanced to the window in time to see a shadow flicker, the small white curtain fluttering. Slowly, Dahlia got to her feet and headed towards the window after dropping her keys into the little wooden bowl sitting on the side table by the door. The window was cracked just enough to let in a small breeze. Hesitating with her hand on the glass, she peered into the darkness for a few beats until sliding it completely closed and turning down the little metallic lock and going to her room. ’Now I’m being paranoid…’ She let out her breath and pulled the scarf from her neck and dropped it onto the floor near her bed, kicking off her boots and falling into the comfort of her thick blankets.
 ❝Atxw o r s t, it's a good way to get yourselfxk i l l e d.❞ Where the hell am I? Home, once again.
Why are you here? Just myself--I'm positive.
Why do I feel like this? Slightly uneasy, but way too tired to care.
My clothes.Out Of Contrast:
Viola~
Hope its not too long. :/ It's just an intro, so...yeah.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 8:49 pm
I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this hellNow I'm crawling away cuz the stress has killed me
I feel like I fell from a 10 story building
You best run and hide before the devil starts her bidding
I'm living my life in this hell  That creepy guy that you see lurking in the night? -±‡±- ค๔คเг ℒ๏ฬє††є -±‡±- is the name. The mind games, nightmares, messages, trickery and developing obsession? I'm the Vampire that caused it all.
The night air through icy breezes into the area, almost in a pulsating-like fashion. It almost seemed to bounce from one wall to the other within an alley with each beat, keeping a male's black hair in an almost continuous, soft rustling motion. The collar of this males long coat was popped up, as though concealing his pale face to shield it from the cold. Although, that was not exactly the case.
He leaned against the wall of the alley, near what looked to be a dumpster. Sensitive ears and eyes were alert for anything outside the alley that may come in to it. A sound of slow, cautious footsteps echoed through the air as their footfalls tapped and clicked against the pavement. The clicking gave the impression that the human was wearing high heels of some sort. Clearly a female. Even if it were not for the particular type of footwear, the footsteps were light, and barely audible. That, of course, would only apply if he was like them. A mortal. More specifically, if he was still human.
A sly smirk curled at one corner of his lips as his light gray-violet irises focussed on the opening of the alleyway. The feminine shadow was growing more and more visible on the sidewalk in view. She was close, and the closer she became, the more the male's hunger for blood rose. He made his smirk disappear as though it was never present as he, in a flash, almost seemed to teleport closer to the entrance and leaned against the wall once again. She must have noticed him there immediately as she passed the corner to walk on passed the alley, because she stopped and spun around in surprise. His calm eyes met hers, and locked on to them. Her brown eyes almost seemed to widen as her cheeks faded to a pinker colour, adding to the redness she had from the cold night. She stopped dead in her tracks as though she was hypnotized. Exactly what Adair had intended on.
He tilted his head slightly, as though it were out of curiosity, then took a silent step forward, only to have one more followed by it. He placed a gentle hand on her arm, and slowly moved it down to her hand. Smoothly, without removing his gaze, he coaxed her into the darkness of the alley. She followed without hesitation. He had, for the moment, taken over her mind. From here though, he may have to act quickly.
Almost in sync, their footsteps fell further into the alley until they were where he originally stood in waiting. His other hand came up and his fingers brushed against her cheek while she willingly walked closer. This was going surprisingly well. Just as she moved as close as she needed to be, he moved in one swift motion, turning her around with him, and buried his extended canines into the soft flesh of her neck. He heard a squeal escape her, and it was clear that the hypnotizing had wore off. A quiet "Help," escaped her lips, though it was clear that she was trying to yell it. Her arms fell over his neck, though he wasn't exactly sure why. The blood flowed into his mouth, and his hunger slowly died away as the girl seemed to begin to as well. Suddenly, footsteps. Outside the alley, then stopping. Whoever it was must have heard the girl's pleas for help. His normally grey-violet irises turned to more of a red colour, and he felt it.
He lifted his head to look at who had seen, or only heard something in the alley, his face solemn. A female that seemed to be taken aback when the rays of moonlight touched his skin, and probably made the crimson blood drizzling down his chin much more obvious. She burst into a sprint in a direction. "Oh, Hell." he thought, not exactly wanting to move to another city. But then, he thought for a moment. If she was this fearful now, how much further could he take her fear? The sly smirk was back, this time with a slightly different intent. He could probably make this female go crazy. This could be fun.
After gently placing the now-dead female on the ground, he wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve. He frowned a moment, and removed his black scarf, and at an extreme speed, worked it around the dead girl's neck to quickly conceal the wound. At a lightning-quick speed, he climbed up the wall and ran in the trail of the girl on silent feet, jumping from roof to roof. She stepped into a building, and he frowned slightly. An apartment building. This could make her a bit more difficult to locate, but it was nothing he didn't deal with before. He ran in the direction of the building, and leaped onto the roof. He scanned over the edge of it, looking for a way to search. A few of the apartments had balconies, but all the others only had mere window ledges. Raising an eyebrow in thought, he jumped down to the closest balcony, peered in, then jumped to the next, and the next. No luck yet. Very quickly, he got around what he believed was the fifth floor. This one was mostly window ledges, so it would require more climbing and balance. He scanned below for anyone who may see him, but there was practically no one outside at this hour.
He nimbly jumped to one ledge, and after a quick peer inside, went to the next. This was repeated about four times until he came across one where he noticed someone. The girl he had seen in the entrance of the alley. Definitely. He noted his location, and attempted mapping out where it would be on the inside of the building. But then the girl's eyes opened. In a flash, he went to the next window and stood there, and it was likely that all the girl seen was a shadow. For a minute he watched the window where the girl eventually came to investigate, but then closed the window entirely, and a click signified that it was now locked. There were sounds inside, but then they stopped. A thoughtful frown crossed him, and he was urged to look inside again. He made his way back to the window, peered inside again, eyes narrowing in an almost curious way. Ideas flooded his mind as he did so. Looking at his sleeve still wet with blood, he smirked, and smeared it on the girl's window. His finger drug itself in the blood, writing a message. When he was finished, he nodded to himself in approval, then began making his way to the roof again, leaving the hand written "Want to play a game?" in blood behind.
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" Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant. " What am I feeling // thinking?;; "This should be entertaining."
Where am I?;; Scaling an apartment building.
Who was their name again?;; No one.
My shroud;; xxxOut Of Craze;; }} Sorry, I was off for a little. {{
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2012 10:39 pm
XThe door was ajar—never a good sign. Dahlia felt the knot in her stomach grow as she pushed it open and stepped through the front door. ”Mom?” There was no reply, which was an even worse sign. Biting back the bile of fear, Dahlia took a few more steps in. The small hallway after the door lead into the living room, and through there the kitchen one way and the bedrooms another. Dahlia turned to go to her room and drop of her backpack when she heard rustling in the other direction. Cautiously, Dahlia swallowed around the lump in her throat and moved down the other small hallway that lead to the kitchen. ”Mom, I got off earl—“ Her voice, hushed and strained, stopped abruptly as she saw the smear of red on the wall. Dahlia felt the fear gripping so hard that her chest ached, and she moved quickly down the rest of the way to the kitchen. The smear was almost hand-shaped, but pulled to the side like somebody had lost their grip. But it was higher up on the wall. Her mother wasn’t that tall. That b*****d…’ It wouldn’t be the first time she would of come home to find her mother bloody—but it would be the first time it was this quiet. It wasn’t right; Dahlia felt it in the air.
As she rounded the corner the feeling turned into pain as she dropped her stuff and ran to the mess of a woman near the island counter. Blood ran down her face and hands, tiny shards of glass littering the floor. There was a half-cooked chicken on the floor, and a kitchen knife lying just a bit away from that. Dahlia dropped to her hands and knees beside her mom, grasping her by the shoulders as she tried to lift her from the glass. ”Mom—mom wake up! What happened? Mom, what did he do?” The words were laced with tears, her panic and anger bubbling over as she lifted her mother’s head into her lap. As she wiped some of the hair from her face, fingers now coated in red, she noticed that her mother was staring unblinkingly at the ceiling. Deep down Dahlia knew this was a very, very bad—and definite—sign, but she mentally ignored that. She shook her mother, frantically trying to get some kind of reaction. ”Mom, please say something. Please! Mom…Mom!” Her words were slowly fading into shapeless sobs, wracking her shoulders so hard she almost didn’t hear the glass breaking under somebody’s heavy feet in front of her a ways. Her eyes quickly moved from her mother, used to having to be on her toes. The air was tense for a moment, and in only a second Dahlia was up and running, heading for her bedroom with the deadbolt she’d installed three months before.
The footsteps pounded after her, like thunder as she ran down the hallway, turning sharply and running into the wall long enough to slow her down a moment. A hand closed around her arm and she jerked away, kicking out with her foot hard enough for the hand attached to her target to slip. Pulling free, Dahlia ran even faster. ”Come back here you little b***h!” Dahlia made it to her room, slamming the door and locking the deadbolt into place just as a loud echo came from it. ”Open this ******** door now before I bust it down and make myself even angrier!” Dahlia scrambled to the phone by her desk, grabbing it before turning and locking herself in her closet. She’d put a lock on the inside—much to her mother’s approval. ’Mom…’ The buttons were blurred through her tears, though she managed to punch in 911 seconds after hearing the door splintering outside. ”Hello, 911—what is your emergen—“ There was scratching at the closet door. ”Please, send help—he killed her! He’s in the house and he’s after me, send anybody just help, please!” The door began to fracture, and Dahlia screamed as she saw fingers reaching towards her—
Dahlia gasped, sitting up in her bed, the sheets clinging to her as sweat rolled down her arms and forehead. She closed her eyes, pressing her hands to her face as she let herself settle. ’Just another nightmare…’ But it was more than that—a memory. Her eyes wandered over to the window, seeing the street-light filtering through past the darkness. She pulled the sheets back, frowning at the time. It had only been four hours, and she had a morning shift in only five. ’Well, I guess I get another super-early morning start…’ Falling back asleep wasn’t an option. She swung her legs over to the side of the bed, pulling off her pants and tossing them aside as she moved towards the kitchen. A shudder ran through her, the dream clinging like humidity. Absently, her eyes went to the window in the living room briefly, moving back in front as she—’Wait.’ She stopped, turning slowly and moving to the window. Her fingers shook as she neared the glass, the smears of red making no sense until a thought struck her. She unlocked it and pulled it open, the light glinting oddly as it swung inward. Her breathing grew somewhat hectic as she scanned the words, the ruby most certainly not paint or some sort of fruity syrup. For a moment, she stood, shaking.
Finally, knuckles white as her fists formed, she stormed off to the bathroom and grabbed the bucket and sponge from under the sink. ”Whatever it is, I don’t want—or need this..” She muttered, filling the bucket up and moving to the window. With little care or conciseness, Dahlia started scrubbing madly at the letters. It took only a few minutes until the glass was once again sparkling and clean, and a little longer for her to realize the tears running down her cheeks. It had been so long since she had needed to clean blood off anything. ’Not long enough, obviously.’ Not since Junior year, the night of prom. That had been terrible. And was behind her—all of these kinds of messes were in her past, where they belonged. She shut the door, moving to the kitchen to make herself some tea to steady the shaking in her hands. As much as she could try to convince herself she was past all of that, the lingering echoes still crept on her at the worst times. She didn’t want this to be one of them, huddled on the couch now with a big red mug of Earl Gray cradled to her like some sort of bible as she pressed her legs into her, wrapping her arms around her knees. If somebody was trying to ******** with her, she’d catch them and make sure the cops knew everything about them by sunrise. ’Not. Again.’
❝Love is the only xp a i n that really leaves anybody xb l e e d i n g.❞ Where the hell am I? Home, once again.
Why are you here? Just myself--I'm positive.
Why do I feel like this? Not again--I'm not going down this kind of s**t again!
My clothes.Out Of Contrast:
Not a problem. smile
And ah~ A spark of something in Dahlia.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 4:52 pm
I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this hellNow I'm crawling away cuz the stress has killed me
I feel like I fell from a 10 story building
You best run and hide before the devil starts her bidding
I'm living my life in this hell That creepy guy that you see lurking in the night? -±‡±- ค๔คเг ℒ๏ฬє††є -±‡±- is the name. The mind games, nightmares, messages, trickery and developing obsession? I'm the Vampire that caused it all.
The vampire had scaled the building, and was sitting on the corner of the roof overlooking the city. The twinkling lights of the streets and buildings added to the stars in the sky were mesmerizing, but he would definitely have to get off the roof soon. In only a few hours, the sun would rise, and Adair would much rather not burn up and die. But rather than focussing on that, he was planning. His eyes closed, and images of other apartment buildings he had been in were running through his mind. He knew where the girl's room was on the outside, but if he could figure out the layout, he could easily locate it on the inside. He wasn't able to see the number on the girl's door. Perhaps he could track someone else down in this building? That could assist him in his plan.
Adair's eyes, which were now back to their normal, natural colour, drifted around to look behind him. He only had to scan the area for a moment before he noticed the 'trap door' entrance. With a sigh, he stood, and made his way over, then down. He quietly closed it behind him, eyebrow raised slightly when he looked forward. No one was in sight, but he believed he heard something in the distance. He frowned in thought as he walked through the corridor. "Act human," he thought to himself, focussed on the long hallway before him. Everything looked like all the other apartment buildings he's been in.
Coming across a stairwell, he began to go down, popping down his collar to look less... Suspicious. As if he really had nothing to hide. Each flight he looked up to see what floor he was on, but had to continue down further until he seen the plated number "5." He walked through the doors and into the corridor of the 5th story. He glanced around, remembering the placement of the girl's window. Turning right, he walked until he was somewhat near the middle of the hallway. It was then that a female walked out of her room and turned towards him, likely to get to the stairs. At this hour? Oh, right. There were people who had to go to work at this hour.
The male moved to the side for the female, locking her appearance and room within his memory. From there, he continued through the hallway casually, getting to the stairwell on the other side, and going up once again. Once at the top, he sprinted down the hallway on silent feet. At the end, he passed the sign that held the wordS in bold red print: RESTRICTED AREA. Of course, those really meant nothing to him. He was on the roof again within seconds, the layout of the building fresh in his mind still. He looked at each edge of the roof, went to one, then climbed over and down. He climbed down to the fifth story before arriving back to the window of the girl he wished to mess with. He couldn't see her through the window at the time.
Moving over to look for the other female's apartment, not sure about how he'd tell, he just had a feeling that he would. He slowly crept along, peering in windows as he did so. Only two over from the target, he noticed a picture in the apartment that looked distinctively like the target with another person. This one was probably his best best. With a sly smirk, he made his way over to his victim's window for what would be the last time for the night. After a quick peer inside, he knew she wasn't near. The blood from earlier was gone, however. So, the female was awake. Perfect.
Adair knocked on the window in the familiar-to-almost-everyone 'da dadada da', and left the last two. That would be enough for the night. Just to.. Freak her out, a little. With a smirk, he looked down, and dropped from the ledge he was on to a balcony a story down. then he jumped to a ledge near that, and down to the next, then the next, then to the ground. Popping his collar up again, he left, and began walking through the shadows of the street, occasionally looking up at the sky. Dark, yes. But he didn't exactly know what time it was, and did not want to end up dead due to the sunlight. He just continued to walk, listening to the crunching slush under his feet as he went along, knowing his dark clothing would keep him concealed.
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" Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant. " What am I feeling // thinking?;; "This should be entertaining."
Where am I?;; Walking through the city
Who was their name again?;; No one.
My shroud;; xxxOut Of Craze;; }} Bleh, crappy post. xD I wasn't sure how to end it so just did with him walking. O_o EDITED:: I ADDED MORE TO IT!!! =DDDD{{
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:41 am
XDahlia rubbed at her eyes as she covered her mouth, her yawn still rather loud. 'God, how much sleep did I get?' The better question would be how little sleep did she get. Not after the knocking on her window that made her drop and break one of her favorite mugs. Then again, it wasn't like her job as a barrista required her to be very awake. Unlike some of the fancier and more popular coffee shops, Cuckoo Cafe was more a place for the people who always knocked on the 'mainstream' side of life. Here and there were a few people who just liked the comfy, quiet atmosphere and cheap cups of joe--including a regular who had taken to talking with her often. A couple times after work he'd hang around when she got off and offer to walk her home. It was nice, not having to walk down the dark and foreboding streets alone, though she never really talked much. He certainly had plenty to say all the time, though. Never seemed shy about discussing his day, or something he read in the news or other. One thing she often found imposing was when he'd ask her questions--ones she never liked to hear and felt she could and would never answer. Topping that list was one he asked often, as though it was some sort of treasure at the end of a journey if she gave him an answer. "How did you end up in a town like this?" As harmless as it might be for others, that answer was a long and painful one. Far too painful...
"Dahlia, what the Hell do I keep telling you about sleeping on the damn job?" Dahlia jumped, blinking as she realized she had nodded off behind the counter again. "S-sorry, sir." She always felt like a child being caught drawing on the walls when the manager caught her asleep. And unfortunately, it had always been a repeated occurrence--recently, moreso than usual. Between the nightmares she always had and the recent chilling scene she'd come across--'Don't be ridiculous, Dahlia...You saw a mugging or something. And its winter, and the wind blows things against the window all the time. That's all it is or could be.' But not a single part of that explained the message written in blood. A shudder went through Dahlia and she stood up from the floor and leaned against the counter. She turned around and glanced around. Irritated, Dahlia turned back to call over the hefty manager as he was walking towards the back. "Nobody's even here!" The man stopped and turned around, pointing to one of the back and more private booths. Turning back and looking where the man had pointed, Dahlia caught sight of the top of a blonde-haired hair.
She sighed, pretty sure who shed see when she walked over there, but unsure of whether she wanted to see him today. For some reason, he always seemed to notice when she looked unrested--well, when she was unrested--and more than that he always asked her about it. She knew it was him being concerned, something she didn't understand as to why, and it was a gesture of good faith at the very least. But explaining it was more complex than her usual answer of "Just stayed up late, I guess." The way he'd look at her...She was more than sure he knew it was always a lie. But, she was usually the only one on the morning shift when the was in there usually. Withdrawn, Dahlia grabbed a triple-shot java, light on the creamer and headed to the table. Her eyes fell on the blonde and she pulled her almost-frown into a poor attempt at a smile. "Good morning Arthur. The usual, I presume?" She asked, setting the mug down and hoping he wouldn't ask her anything. Not today--not when she herself had so many questions she did not want answered with anything than 'You're right; it was the wind, and a mugging. The blood message? You were dreaming with your eyes open.' But a part of her knew that was horseshit without a doubt...Her voice even sounded tired, and she knew there was no way he'd not notice.
❝Love is the only xp a i n that really leaves anybody xb l e e d i n g.❞ Where the hell am I? Work
Why are you here? Arthur and the Boss man in back
Why do I feel like this? Beyond tired, and not in the mood for questions...
What I'm wearing today.Out Of Contrast:
Sorry replying took so long; I'm used to getting a notif from replies, and the Guilds only do that when quoted. v.v
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 3:44 pm
 A gentle nod came from the silent man who offered a sad smile to accompany hers, he felt her pain, and as her eyes seemed tired from under sleep he could sympathize. He never really knew this woman personally, except for coming here on a lightly regular and irregular basis whenever he needed something to kick him off his butt and get on with work that needed to be done. She seemed to be troubled by something, something he wasn't well educated about, but she was distracted in a way. He wasn't going to say how, and why, be it that he did not want to be correct in account of his ill ability of telling a bad omen right from the start, even though he had never listened to his intuition at the time.
But like fire growing from gasoline he was too irked by his cowardice to avoid the situation any longer, "what happened Dahlia? You seem a bit lethargic and depressed. has something bothered you lately? Pardon me if I seem a bit intrusive but I have to know. I wouldn't want to see you dropping gears into coffees you know..." he laughed lightly, his jokes didn't make much sense, did they? Not really, but it was well worth a shot to attempt at something rather than avoiding the situation like a timid dog in its house.
He began to tap on the table top, unsure of what to say next. He offered another bad attempt at an awkward smile and managed to spurt another joke from his dry throat, "Dahlia, you shouldn't be so blue, flowers should bloom shouldn't they? You don't want to be a weed in life's weaving cycle! It's like what my father used to tell me, 'it's never a tragedy without a bit of comedy'." OOC: I'm pretty sure I've got the shortest, most measly unattractive post this side of the RPing zone. Oh chide me not, I'm having a bit of trouble conjuring up this catastrophe. After all, words must not be minced, and yet thoughts are quite lengthy. And you guys have super duper long posts...But they're introductory, so it is a must have for the RP fashion world. Ohnonononononononononono I have failed thee again!
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 8:18 pm
XDahlia repressed the urge to sigh as Arthur began to speak in his usual puzzling manner. "What happened Dahlia? You seem a bit lethargic and depressed. Has something bothered you lately? Pardon me if I seem a bit intrusive but I have to know. I wouldn't want to see you dropping gears into coffees you know..." The laugh that followed even sounded like he expected her to not get it--which she didn't. Perhaps it was to lighten the mood, or cheer her up some, but it only seemed to make her feel alienated. Arthur was clearly somebody well-educated, always flaunting his big words and complex jokes that she'd never understand without a degree in something or other. It wasn't to be mean, she knew, but it was hard not to hold it against him when she was always slightly bitter about having to drop out of school years ago. "Dahlia, you shouldn't be so blue, flowers should bloom shouldn't they?" Dahlia felt a corner of her mouth tug slightly upwards. 'is he trying to say I'm a flower, now?' It was a...strange, but slightly sweet notion indeed.
"You don't want to be a weed in life's weaving cycle! It's like what my father used to tell me, 'It's never a tragedy without a bit of comedy'." The shred of a smile fell away, the notion of her being a weed making her feel rather drab and dull on top of paranoid and shaken. Her eyes dropped to the table, not wanting to look at Arthur as he struggled to draw ut yet more answers from her. She'd already given him so much compared to everybody she had met since moving here. Her name, where she lived, what her favorite color was--wasn't that enough? "I just...had a long night. The wind kept me up; its pretty loud outside my window." 'And that tapping hadn't helped any...' Dahlia yawned again, and she covered her mouth slightly as she felt the air suck into her lungs. At the height of it, the yawn suddenly stung, and she felt the cough wrack her for a moment. Her hand rested on her chest, feeling the ebbing soreness in her lungs faintly. 'I need to wear warmer clothes; must be catching a cold.'
Dahlia heard the front door bell ring, and she turned to look at a thin girl in a beret and knit satchel walk in, her hair done in dreads and pulling into a very messy bun. Dahlia sighed and closed her eyes. "And so it begins..." She turned to head back to the counter hesitating only a moment beside Arthur as he sat. "I get off in three hours, if...if you wouldn't mind walking me home." Truth be told, it would be a relief; she had been so terrified walking to work in the dim light of early morning, constantly looking in every shadowed alley and turned back for those eyes...Listening for footsteps behind her or tapping echoing around in places they should not be. With that, she turned and moved to the counter taking the woman's order after repeated assurances that none of their products came from abused animals or non-eco-friendly crap or whatever. They could be so picky and crazy about such stupid things--it was coffee and nothing more!
❝Love is the only xp a i n that really leaves anybody xb l e e d i n g.❞ Where the hell am I? Work
Why are you here? Arthur and the Boss man in back
Why do I feel like this? Slightly...rattled still? Insulted maybe? Its hard to tell...
What I'm wearing today.Out Of Contrast:
Sorry replying took so long; I'm used to getting a notif from replies, and the Guilds only do that when quoted. v.v
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 11:38 pm
I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this hellNow I'm crawling away cuz the stress has killed me
I feel like I fell from a 10 story building
You best run and hide before the devil starts her bidding
I'm living my life in this hell That creepy guy that you see lurking in the night? -±‡±- ค๔คเг ℒ๏ฬє††є -±‡±- is the name. The mind games, nightmares, messages, trickery and developing obsession? I'm the Vampire that caused it all.
Adair walked a while, possibly between 30 minutes to an hour, before arriving to his destination. Where he would sleep for the day. It was still dark out, of course. But better to be safe than sorry.
He only had to walk a little ways into the graveyard before coming to a small crypt within it. The stone walls had vines from centuries over almost looking as though they were coming up from the ground to clutch it. He should probably go to that other place to sleep soon. Sure, he was pretty much dead anyway, but the corpses around there still managed to give him the creeps. Rather odd, really. He was mostly making an attempt to keep himself under cover while he lived there.
He walked in, and looked around. Everything was the same. He smiled lightly, then walked over to his coffin. Sleek black with gold trim. He lifted the lid of it, lied down inside, and only partially closed it once he was inside. Sure, he was a Vampire, but he still didn't like his coffin completely closed. He closed his eyes, and calmly began to drift off to sleep.
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Hand in hand, a dark haired male and female walked through streets that looked much older than the ones people would see now. But it wasn't just any male -- it was Adair. It was dark outside, of course. And overall, a clear night holding a full moon. Sure, she knew he was a vampire, but she hadn't gotten scared of him for a while. Things were actually going rather well.
All of a sudden, a male was coming up to them, aggression clearly on his face. He stopped in front of them, and Adair instinctively put himself between the male and his girlfriend. A gun was taken out and aimed at Adair's head, and the other male's hand was held out, clearly asking for a wallet or something. Adair's eyes turned to a crimson red as he stared at the male. Suddenly, in a flash like movement that was too fast to actually be seen, the man's hand was grabbed, and within the moment, the vampire had the male on his stomach, and his knee was in the man's back. "Drop the gun," Adair whispered, but the male struggled instead, and managed to aim at him again. At least, somewhat. With a growl, Adair placed his hands on either side of the man's head, and snapped his neck.
Adair stood, and looked back at his girlfriend who was now horrified, or shocked. He couldn't tell which. His eyes faded to normal, but now she was staring at him in fear. His eyes widened slightly and he slowly moved towards her in the least threatening way he could manage. "Faith," he said calmly, hoping she wouldn't freak out again. She was slowly backing up now. "It's okay," he said, trying to keep her relaxed. "You're a monster!" she said, apparently unaware that he pretty much just saved both their lives. She ran away from him and blindly onto the road. Adair's eyes widened, and he began to run after her. "Faith!" he said in an almost pleading way. She turned around, and it was at that point they both noticed the truck about to hit her. There was too much shock for her to move out of the way, and even if she had, she wouldn't have made it. She looked at him with a fearful look again, but this one was different. Much different. It was as if the fear of death knocked the sense into her, but it was too late. Her blue eyes looked at him, wide in terror, and only a second passed before she was hit by a large truck.
Adair bolted upright, hitting his head on the coffin lid. "Damn it!" he muttered, hand coming to his forehead. His eyes closed tightly from the sudden shock of pain, but when they did, all he seen was the clear, frightened face. He still remembered after all these years. His eyes flashed open again, and he sighed. He looked over towards the entrance, but he could see a few rays of sunlight. Trying to forget about the dream, he lied down again and pulled the lid over, just like he had before. "Good way to wake the dead," he muttered to himself again.
It was then that he remembered the other girl. The one he wished to haunt. Perhaps he could plot a few things for her? He had a way in, and now knew where her apartment was on the outside, and the inside. He's grown extremely sly, and very good at pick locking. This could be fairly easy. Plus, fear in a victim made their blood rush much more. Who says playing with food wasn't a good thing?
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" Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant. " What am I feeling // thinking?;; "Why does this keep happening to me?"
Where am I?;; In a coffin in a crypt in a cemetery
Who was their name again?;; Himself
My shroud;; xxxOut Of Craze;; }} ___ {{
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Posted: Sat May 19, 2012 1:08 pm
Arthur turned his head up and shock, but then again, was it so surprising she would ask for his company? Certainly she was trying to be safe, align herself with someone she knew, perhaps even trusted. With a quick nod Arthur had made his decision, and began to slowly drink the coffee that was handed to him. But with another reassuring nod he smiled, "don't worry Dahlia, I'll walk you home, it would be a pleasure nonetheless." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small bracelet, one that looked like deep wood, or leather, it depended on how you looked at it. The bracelet was one section of three, connectors on every inch to the other, an unbreakable bond. It was light, and fairly classy. "Dahlia, before you go I wanted to give you this. Found it on the way over here, thought it'd brighten your day. I'm not sure what girls like, but I thought of you." He slipped the bracelet onto the table and slid it towards Dahlia's direction before sipping his coffee again, pulling out a thick novel to read while he drank.
And again, he hoped he wasn't some sort of psychotic stalker who seemed friendly on the outside but was tainted with evil on the inside, he just wanted to help people. And that's how he got into trouble most of the time. Just a simple gesture of kindness twisted to form a robbery and homicide. This is precisely why he kept to himself, never wondered, never thought incorrectly, and most importantly never socialized for his life. Living a fantasy life of books filled with adventure, thrill and suspense usually occupied most of his time when he wasn't searching the skies for stars and mapping out journeys to which he would never actually progress through.
My, my, what a large brain you have. It is a pity you cannot share it with anyone.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 4:24 pm
XAs she saw Arthur set the bracelet on the table and slide it towards her, she felt her skin tighten into goosebumps. "Dahlia, before you go I wanted to give you this. Found it on the way over here, thought it'd brighten your day. I'm not sure what girls like, but I thought of you." For a moment all Dahlia could do was stand there, looking off towards the cash register. Her eyes slid back to the bracelet, not wanting Arthur to notice her looking. She was going to turn down the gift at first, until she saw the simple, yet elegant design. 'Thought of me, huh?' Despite her usual resolve, Dahlia took a half-step back and slowly grabbed the bracelet and put it into the pocket of her work apron. "Um...thanks, Arthur." She hadn't gotten a gift in years--let alone a nice one. And from a guy, no less. As she walked over to the counter once more she quietly tried to ignore the light dusting of pink that crept into her cheeks that came with an urge that made her almost want to smile. 'It's just a bracelet, Dal. It's nothing more, so stop being weird about it...'
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A few hours later, Dahlia hung up the apron on the small rack next to three others and turned to leave the backroom and meet Arthur out front. Before she got out the door, something sparked in her memory and she quietly turned back and reached into the apron pocket. Her fingers felt the cool metal bands, glinting in the dim light of the backroom for a moment as she considered slipping it on. It really was a nice piece--so simple, but so delicate and pretty. With a sigh she closed her eyes and slipped it into her pocket. She did not wan to encourage things like this from Arthur. He seemed nice and reasonable, and on the slight chance he was it was better for him as well to keep things distant. That was how Dahlia had lived the last few years of her life, and it had kept her from the troubles of her past. 'Why mess with a good system over a guy I barely know?' Though, in all fairness, she didn't know him that well because she made sure not to; he made every effort and gave her every opportunity it seemed to let her in at least somewhat. After a moment, Dahlia took the bracelet out and slid it on her wrist, just to see how it looked. "Why the Hell are you still here? You better have punched out your time card cause I'm not paying you overtime for standing and staring at the goddamn wall, you here me?"
Dahlia jumped slightly, the gruff tone in her boss's voice catching her off-guard in her train of thought. "Oh--Sorry Mr. Bevyn. I was just leaving." She turned and ducked her head slightly as she tried to ease past the manager, hoping not to get scolded anymore about her work ethic--or lack thereof--for the day. But before she got far a hand on her elbow stopped her and made her look up at the burly man. His eyes were somewhat bloodshot, and she realized that a light scent of alcohol wafted around him. She swallowed around the lump in her throat, all too familiar with the look and gently tried to pull her arm away. His grip was firm, though. "Excuse me, Mr. Bevyn, but I need to g--" "Oh, I bet I know just what you need, Evans." The chuckle that followed was sickening, and it made her stomach knot and her palms start to sweat. She didn't want to be here, in this spot right now. Her eyes moved to the front doors, and she could see Arthur standing outside waiting. A part of her was tempted to try and yell in hopes he'd hear her. Things were not looking lie they could be settled so civilly at the moment.
Dahlia pulled her arm away, this time more roughly. As the man's grasp broke, she held her arm to her chest and glared at her boss. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't grab me, sir. No, I have to get home an--" The man moved forward, pressing her into the door jam as he breathed on her face, his breath thick with cigarettes and booze. She squirmed, her face showing her disgust and disdain as he put his hands on the sides of her arms and leaned in closer. Sadly, being forty-something and a slightly doughy build meant he had the upper hand on a technical stance. "Oh, come on now--we both know you're prime for a good poke; always so depressed and mopey. Maybe I could help you with some of that stuck-up tensi--" Dahlia pushed away and lifted her knee hard into the man's upper thigh. He grunted and backed off enough for her to slip into the main part of the shop and get some distance between the two. "That was me missing; if you try any s**t like this again, I swear to God I'll knock parts of you into non-existence and file a lawsuit so fast your s**t will still be spinning before they toss you in prison. So sober up; I'm taking tomorrow off and might come back Monday." With that she turned and went to the doors, pushing it open and letting out her breath as the cold air hit her.
Turning to Arthur, she tried to play off the shaking as the cold, wrapping her arms around her lightly and letting out a 'brrrr' sound. "Sorry that took so long; ready to go?" The bracelet was cool against her skin as she glanced at it and silently swore to herself; she hadn't planned on wearing it in front of Arthur. Her voice was slightly pinched, and her face flushed from being so forceful with her words. She didn't talk much anymore--ad never like that, luckily. Not until today, though she had seen Mr. Bevyn drinking sometimes when she left for home every so often. Hopefully it would not become a norm; there weren't many other places she could work in this town.
❝Love is the only xp a i n that really leaves anybody xb l e e d i n g.❞ Where the hell am I? Outside the coffee shop
Why are you here? Arthur
Why do I feel like this? Kind of pissed, possibly scared...
What I'm wearing today.Out Of Contrast:
Nyah. Should get my replies out more often though, now. smile School is out until next semester and I'm job hunting.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2012 6:11 pm
Arthur smiled and looked towards Dahlia as she exited the cafe, and nodded understandingly, "don't worry about it, let's go" he said as he began to walk, not noticing the bangles draped on Dahlia's wrist, he was too busy pressing his glasses up the bridge of his nose to care. With an awkward cough Arthur looked at Dahlia and tried to offer a reassuring smile, "so Dahlia, how was your day?" he asked as he loosened his tie, trying his hardest to remain comfortable. That necktie was like a noose around his neck, a force not willing to be reckoned with. But being the non paranoid person he was, he could handle it.
His steps were stable, in sync with Dahlia's, how strange it was, to somehow link with each other's exact structure, with the occasional miracle of thinking the same thing. He could feel her tension, but did not want to exploit her weakness. Perhaps this would be a quiet walk? No socialization, little tidbits or small moments of happiness? Perhaps not.
With another gulp Arthur pulled his tie off his neck and stuffed it into his pocket, and placed his hands behind his back as he walked, his face straight forward, blank and without expression. He was thinking of a lot of things actually, one being Astronomy, the other Literature, and lastly being Dahlia. Or females in general, fictional situations in which him and her discussed various topics. Like for example, her horrible state of occupations. Her boss seemed like a drunkard on the side of a road, clearly only having connections to get a position that high. Dahlia seemed to loathe the job as much as she loathed her boss, dutifully with hatred. It was a job in itself, hatred, wasn't it?
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 3:27 pm
I'm creeping my way out so you can see me
I'm crawling my way around a thousand cities
You all stop and stare, I don't need your pity
I'm living my life in this hellNow I'm crawling away cuz the stress has killed me
I feel like I fell from a 10 story building
You best run and hide before the devil starts her bidding
I'm living my life in this hell That creepy guy that you see lurking in the night? -±‡±- ค๔คเг ℒ๏ฬє††є -±‡±- is the name. The mind games, nightmares, messages, trickery and developing obsession? I'm the Vampire that caused it all.
Adair woke again, though this time not due to a nightmare, nor managing to thunk his head on the coffin lid again. No, that wasn't it. The sound of light footsteps in the cemetery had roused him. He was a very light sleeper, and really, it did come in handy. Especially if he was being hunted or something. Being killed was rather undesirable.
Without a sound, the vampire removed himself from his coffin bed and placed the lid on top of it. From where he was he glanced outside, squinting at the amount of light. Cloudy. Very cloudy, and looked as though it may snow. It wasn't sunny, but it was still bright after sleeping in a coffin in a crypt for.. "Bloody hell, what time is it?" he thought to himself with a frown. He didn't know. It's not like time mattered all that much to him now.
After he briefly dusted himself off, he walked to the entrance of the crypt and walked out, glancing at the sky again. Grey. Not an opening of blue in sight. He faced forward, eyes landing on who had awoken him. Two males and two females. Adair rolled his eyes at the sight of the humans, and half wanted to scare the hell out of them, but decided against it. He already had a scare victim.
Speaking of which, perhaps the human was working or something at the time. Perhaps he could do something. With a small sigh, he began walking to the apartment building. Though, his walking at the time was much more like trudging. He was in thought, and wasn't paying much attention to anything happening in front of him. He was plotting his next little game with the human. But then he began to think differently. Perhaps he could try giving her an indirect message. A message he's wanted to tell someone for a long, long time.
Shoving his hands in his pocket, passing by what seemed to be a cafe. There was some sort of commotion inside, a male standing outside of it. Apparently waiting. He peered inside for a brief moment, and caught the sight of the female, who looked to be being bothered by a man. He looked.. Drunk. He quickly walked on, not wanting to gain the attention of anyone. He didn't want attention, or to be seen. Satisfied that he hadn't been seen, he walked on at a quick pace. With more thought on what he had seen, he recognized the female as the girl he was going to the apartment to.
After a while he looked up, finding he was close to the apartment building. He ran over the layout of the outside and inside within his mind once again, remembering the placement of the female's apartment. In one of his pockets, his fingers ran over the metallic lock picks. It wouldn't be hard getting in to the apartment. Getting out could be the problem, if she gets home before he gets out. Though he could probably just jump out the window or something.
Adair popped down his collar as he entered the building, and walked to the elevator. He pushed the button with the number "5", and leaned against the back wall as the elevator went up. When it stopped, he stepped out when the doors open, then walked down the corridor. His eyes ran over the doors, repeatedly looking forward again to check where he was in the hallway. Then, he came to it. He was certain.
Taking out a lock pick, he unlocked the door, and peered inside. Yes, this was definitely the room. He walked in, wondering which of his ideas should be done. In the pocket with the lock picks, he produced a strange looking pen. Within his trench coat, a piece of old parchment. He walked over to the counter and began to write on it, blood red ink forming a very old style of hand writing:
Why hello, mundane. I'm sure you werre not expeecting any sort of note whem you arriveed hone. Bbut this, as creapy as it may seem, could prrove to be of some use tto yoou in the possiblly cluse future. Klearly, yyou are likely gooing to freak ouut orr something after reading this, but that wwas not actually iintended. I omly really wantedd too wwarn you about ssomething. Be aas cautious annd alert as you possibly can aroundd that man in that stare. Doo not tust him for a moment. He iss only going to harm you in one way or another.
Please feel free to correct anything I said above, if you are that type of person.
It may benefit you in some way.
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With a slight frown, Adair put his pen back into his pocket, and left the parchment on the counter. He quickly glanced around, then made his way over to the window. Unlocked. He opened it a bit more, than climbed out. From there, he climbed onto the roof like he had during the night. He would climb down later and peer through the window in case something happens that he wouldn't want to miss.
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" Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant. " What am I feeling // thinking?;; Bored, mellow
Where am I?;; Walking
Who was their name again?;; Himself
My shroud;; xxxOut Of Craze;; }} o.o {{
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