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Post by jennifer renoa. on Oct 28, 2007 11:43:28 GMT -5
tag:: Open to anyone, & [W] for language most likely coming in later posts. Please post in my relationship thread if you get the change. (:
Just because she had tripped and knocked over that little annoying kid, does not mean that she deserved to be yelled at for the last half an hour. Sure he might have gotten a bloody nose, and maybe she shouldn't have sworn at his father, but that didn't mean that she deserved to get slugged in the face. Hah, but what they did know was that it hadn't hurt her in the least, because she was a supernatural being. The punch had hurt her pride more than anything else.
Now the brunette was seething, an angry blush shrouding her normally pale complexion. Jenn knew that she overreacted, but wasn't about to admit it to anyone. The chilly breeze was icy, she couldn't really feel it nipping at the exposed skin of her knee through the gash in her jeans. Nor could she feel it through the hole in her worn-out sneakers. A sigh escaped her lips as she jumped from the curb down to the street, and crossed the street without even a care, as cars dodged her and horns honked. They couldn't do anything to her.
The girl could feel the angry flush, it heated her cheeks and just fueled the inexplainable rage. Pah, she should not be angry, it had been her fault after all. Several calming breaths after, the colour had subsided, and Jenn felt a tad more tranquil. Crossing her legs, she sat upon a dingy city park bench, ignoring the dirt and graffiti. In one swift movement, she pulled the hood of her grey sweatshirt over her head to cover the long brown hair that had escaped from the loose ponytail that she had so carefully tied with a navy ribbon. Now the ribbon was gone, and her hair was a mess, great.
Watching the people was always fun, and from under the grey sweatshirt she stared at the masses of feet. Some heels, some sneakers, she didn't see one as ratty as her own. Oddly enough, that gave her a vague sense of pride. Suddenly she felt the bench shift in the slightest way, the scent of hotdogs wafted to her sensitive nostrils. An overweight man had sat, nearly moving the bench to the side. She wrinkled her nose in distaste and leapt up, ready to start another argument. Instead, she took another calming breath and moved on, shooting nasty stares at the man as she left.
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Post by brody on Oct 29, 2007 18:24:14 GMT -5
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Post by jennifer renoa. on Oct 29, 2007 18:44:12 GMT -5
As Jennifer wound her way around the hordes of people that where beginning to clog the sidewalks, her grey-blue eyes glazed over – taking care to sense if there where any were creatures or vampires about. It was a natural instinct, to try and be sure that she wasn’t the only one around, if gave her a feeling of peace; that she wasn’t the only one cursed. A sigh escaped her lips at the very moment she was rudely jostled by a small child riding upon a scooter.
“Damnit!”
The cry emmited from her mouth as she dropped the paper that her clamped fingers had been clutching. It floated down into a murky puddle much like an autumn leaf in the fall season. Her voice sounded tired, the morning had been stressful, and she hadn’t rested much. Rest in the sense of sitting, sleep was one thing that she missed. Vampires couldn’t sleep, only rest. Feet moving faster, she longed to get to a place that was away from people, somewhere where she didn’t have to fight for a place to stand. Wide eyes sought refuge, somewhere, anywhere that there was a less concentrated area of bodies. Crowds made this girl nervous.
A haven, a decrepit looking coffee shop along the far left side of the street. Another person seemed to be headed in that direction as well, so she judged it to be slightly more tolerable inside. Her footsteps pounded in her head as she crossed the street yet again, and proceeded into the small shop, which showed that the inside was charming, rather than dirty as the outside suggested. A small stool offered a place for her to sit upon. Another glace around, and she lowered the hood, hoping to stay discreet and quiet, maybe talk to one other person.
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Post by zacky o'connell. on Oct 30, 2007 6:49:09 GMT -5
His nostrils flared like a starved wild dog as his chocolate oval shaped eyes shifted from the restless young woman and the tranquil, elegant young man. After a few intense studying of their physique and facial expressions it was clear the man was not the same species as the girl and of himself. Zacky remained sitting slone on a bench situated next to a bus stop. The streets were full of shapeshifters, but the one that walked opposite seemed different. His scent was completely different, but what the difference was he couldnt quite put his finger on it. He'd have to get closer to discover his answer to his question.
So he lifted himself from the bench in the shadow and walked across the street with more care than the girl had previously done. Zacky cared about his identity and did not want to boast about it to other species. When his foot set upon the other sidewalk, his head twisted in the direction of the man. After a few seconds of looking and smelling it was certain this breed of shapeshifter was a rare one - a wareswan. Oh, he would be fun to play games with, but right now was not the time. The girl was of more priority to Zacky. He twisted around and searched the street for the girl, quickly finding her and approaching her with confidence. "You my dear seem quite upset" he spoke calmly slowing down and stopping right infront of her.
His hands were snuggled in his coat pockets. His coat was quite long, the typical grey color that covered his body from his neck down to his shine. Underneath, which could not be seen, he wore a simple plain black t-shirt, and stonewashed jeans with his favourite doc martin black boots that you would see a builder wear to protect his feet from falling equipment and stone. "Forgive for intruding your peace but, seeing my own kind in distress disturbs me so..." he explained, giving another glance at the wereswan further up the street but close enough for the two vampires to hear and smell. "I have the feling you wish to rest in a more, well, less crowded place" |
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Post by jennifer renoa. on Oct 30, 2007 17:53:55 GMT -5
[OCC] She has entered the shop already, you posted that she was in the street.  I can edit if you wish, though, not sure what I'll say.
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