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| Nightmare_Mafia | Jul 11 2008, 07:52 PM Post #1 |
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-For my absent time, we can just say he was back in america for a while.- The night was filled with the sound of crickets. The moon cast eerie and grotesque shadows upon the ground that twisted around a single lit lamp that illuminated a worn out bench beneath it. It was somewhat strange to see a single figure sit down quietly on the bench. The figure sighed and placed down a suitcase and placed a back pack beside him. The shadows wrapped around his body. People that knew him would find that slightly ironic. Vincent looked down to his watch and stretched, jet lag was taking its toll. It was indeed strange to see a populated town almost empty at night, however he liked it that way. He laid down and looked down to his suitcase. How many people would remember him? Surely not many for he only ran into a couple of people that he somewhat got to know. He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a thin scar. He had recieved that from a fight with some kid named Chris. His night soon fluttered to the girl he had met at the waterfall. She probably didn't remember him either. Such is the price to pay when you run away from your problems. He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath, "The cure lays within the curse", quoted from a book he read a while back. He held up his hand and watched a mist like substance wrap around the scarred arm. During his time gone he had got a little more control over his particular 'curse'. He wanted to go find the few people he had met...But the school had to be locked down by now. He sat up and groaned as he cracked his back. He looked around the empty park. Alone, thats how he always was his whole life. So goes the great Angel King's story. He sat up and put on his back pack. He looked down and picked up his breifcase. He sat back down and opened the suitcase and pulled out his pendant. He opened it and looked down at the picture. It was a picture of his mother. He sat down and closed it and put it pendant on. The two rubies shined brightly as well. He snapped the breif case shut. He sighed and rested his head on his hands. He wished he could at least see one of the people he had met earlier. |
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| Nightmare_Mafia | Jul 11 2008, 07:53 PM Post #2 |
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-Please delete for some reason it posted my topic twice.- |
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| Panda Doll | Jul 12 2008, 11:07 AM Post #3 |
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Thorn wandered through the park reveling at the no curfew and the abundant freedom she had. The slid over her skin and she laughed as it seem to glow. She looked transluscent and unreal in the warm night. She walked slowly down the path knowing that if her friends back home were here everything would be perfect. She felt a twinge of loneliness but her enjoyment of the evening overrode any lingering doubts as to her plans on staying and not making a run for it. Thorn stared at a young man sitting with his head in his hands and he seemed lonely. She considered walking over there and wondered if she should. Thorn knew if that were her on the bench she'd want someone to listen to her troubles which was how she got pinched in the first place. She whipped out her digital camera and lucky for he was sitting by a street lamp. She snapped his photo and tucked the camera away. Thorn walked over a flesh and blood play of shadow and light with her ink black curls and pale skin. She bent to look the in the face. He seemed to be worrying on something. SHe wished she could make him feel better. "Hello my name is Thorn." |
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| Nightmare_Mafia | Jul 12 2008, 05:03 PM Post #4 |
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Suddenly and arubtly Vincent's mind ran into a concrete wall at 100 miles per hour by a single voice, "Hello my name is thorn." He looked up slowly and locked his eyes upon the sudden stranger. It was strange after seeing the park as a ghost town and almost a second later someone showed up. Her pale almost vampiric tone came into view as the light veiled over her face.Things still haven't changed in the sense that everyone was familar in this area. He instantly looked her over to try and gather a estimated statement from her appearance. The pale skin and the black appearance probably meant she was some what of an outcast. He leaned up and sighed a little. Sure it wasn't Chris or that other girl, but she had said hello to him...Could he say nothing without looking like a jerk? He was afterall a loner. Well it was his first night back. He brushed his white hair back and stood up. The shadows around them dimmed due to the light but they still shrouded him in aura of mystery. "Now-a-days it may not be that wise to approach a stranger....But in any case my name is Vincent Metilles." He hesistated as he thought of what he should do to break the ice. He wasn't a pro when it came to meeting new people. His mind thought over it and finally the most obvious choice made its way into his head. He held out his hand and gave a slight smile. "Suppose your parents never told you not to talk to strangers." |
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| Panda Doll | Jul 13 2008, 12:07 PM Post #5 |
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"Now-a-days it may not be that wise to approach a stranger....But in any case my name is Vincent Metilles." "Then why are you talking to me? I'm just as much of a stranger to you as you are to me." she said teasing him. "It's nice to meet you Vincent." Her smile was a genuine one. His eyes held shadows like her own and she felt like they had something in common other than being in a deserted park late at night. It was a feeling of stay away from me I'm dangerous. And thorn was that if you made her mad enough. "Suppose your parents never told you not to talk to strangers." Thorn's resounding laugh was a harsh one. "No they never bothered. They were too afriad of my powers to talk to all that much. Plus I lived on the streets these last two years so we weren't exactly on speaking terms." she said. Thorn if anything was an honest and to they point kinda girl. |
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