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Post by synnfionastar on Feb 15, 2011 15:10:34 GMT -5
She had to move on, it had been years. 'He wouldn't want me to be sad anyways.' She smiled slightly, then turned away from the picture after a brief moment of smiling to the picture. Well, today is brand a new day. She grinned. "Hmm, what to do?... Maybe go for a walk?" She spoke softly, almost noiselessly to herself in wonder. She smiled. 'Yes, I'll do that.'[/color] Her knee length black skirt, which contrasted slightly to her dark midnight blue t-shirt, twirled slightly as she turned again, toward the door. She walked out in a relatively quick pace, her strides soon leading her outside, and the door was locked behind her. She peacefully made steps to Central Park, admiring the fluffy clouds in the sky every once and a while in her journey. Once at her destination, she smiled slightly, walking over to a tree and sitting down beneath it. She eyed the patch of earth near her, searching for creepy crawlies. Upon seeing none, she relaxed. So far so good.[/color] She stretched lightly with her legs out in front of her, feeling relatively calm. She rested her back against the tree, closing her eyes. It'd be a few hours before dark, it being late-noon. She wasn't too too worried about the oncoming of the night occurring, she could handle herself, mostly. She opened her eyes after a while, staring off into space. Her mind switching from how nice the weather was to just about any random musing you could think of. She shook her head. Opps, spaced out there...[/color] She laughed lightly, moving a stand of her layered blue hair out of her face and adjusting to sit on her knees, her back no longer on the strong trunk of the tree.[/size]
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Post by noelle adrienne cooper on Feb 16, 2011 0:12:58 GMT -5
I open my eyes I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light I can't remember how, I can't remember why I'm lying here tonight And I can't stand the pain And I can't make it go away No, I can't stand the pain How could this happen to me? I've made my mistakes Got nowhere to run the night goes on As I'm fading away I'm sick of this can't erase the things that I've done no I can't  rick. She still couldn’t see anything. Pulling the pair of glasses from her face, Noelle rubbed the lenses with the cloth she carried with her at all times, squinting against the bright afternoon sun. Lifting them up, she examined them to make sure all of the fingerprints and dust was off, then returned them to sit snugly against the bridge of her nose. Malcom had told her eyesight would get better. . . but it hadn’t. Noelle sighed and tucked the soft piece of cloth away and centered her glasses before picking up the books she had set down on the stone wall. At least cleaning her glasses seemed to make things a little less fuzzy and she could see again. Better than before, anyway. Maybe she needed to get new glasses. . . . Maybe her eyesight had gotten a little better since she’d. . . since the attack, but when she took off her glasses she could still barely see anything. Great. Sighing once more and rubbing the puncture marks on her arm—the bite wound that had made her what she was, though they were hardly anything more than scars now, as well as the giant gashes on her torso—Noelle pulled back the cover of one of her books, the rest getting dropped into her bag, and lifted it where she could read it while she walked. That was just a recipe for disaster though and after two minutes she had already drifted off the path and was walking on the grass now. It wasn’t much longer before her foot caught an upraised patch of ground and she gave a stark squeal as she toppled and landed flat on her stomach, sending her book skidding across the grass where it landed painfully open, three or four pages bent. Her glasses also ended up off her face and somewhere hidden in the grass. Noelle slowly picked herself up with a groan and squinted against the light and her own fail eyes, then started looking for the familiar shape of her glasses with the cliché hands out and palm skimming the grass while she muttered unkind things to the Gods. TAGGED: Synn WORDS: three hundred sixty two OUTFIT: Here NOTES: hope you don't mind me invading. CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Simple Plan |
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Post by SIREN EVENINGS on Feb 16, 2011 2:03:32 GMT -5
The dainty claws of her left ring finger and her thumb clicked together sharply as she walked, her cigarette held up close to her face, but a little to the side so that the smoke would not get into her eyes. Her other hand grasped the top of an opened bottle of a nifty little soad known as "Big Red". The buble-gum flavore tasted rather nice with the taste of the cigarette. She smiled, amber eyes flashing in the bright sun, hidden behind a pair of Berkley's glasses. She liked the brand because, not only were they extraordinarily protective against UV rays, but they reminded her of her wolven eyes. Blue linces, slightly almod-shaped. They did well to hide the color-change.
A sigh escaped her as she tilted her head back, pausing as she blew out doughnut-rings of smoke. Any one who looked at her would assume that she was just another styreo-type; A wanna-be bad girl with too many tattoos and not enough self-respect. But they would never know that each picture was a work of art, a unique picture made by herself to depict the majore events of her life. And today, she was planning a new one. One that spoke of her recent vacation to the mountains of Romania. She had met some one there and, after three weeks back, his scent still lingered in her memory. His voice, the way that his eyes had flased from green to gold as her own had turned to blue from amber. the white wolf who's very presence had eased her mind. Siren smiled and took another drag, thinking back to her short time in the mountains with a male named Malcolm Blachnest.. A trully wonderful being who reminded her so much of herself. Before she had taken over as Second In Comand in her brother's loose organization, bent on her own life goal; Hunt down and kill ever maddened Lycae. Mainly Cadeon Ire. Once he was dead, she didn't think that she would care too much for the hunt any longer.
A woman passed by with a child, sending an ugly look towards the five-hundred-year-old Lycae. And who wouldn't? Tattooed and wearing a black wife-beater over a black minni and strappy heels? So many bad styreo-types. but it was a good cover, just like her job at one of the shaddiest strip-clubs in this gods-forsaken city.
A soft chuckle escaped her as she looked around. She had caught the scents of... Others. Like herself, but much younger. Oh, this was going to be fun. If only Mal were here; Things would be so much more... Relaxed.
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Post by synnfionastar on Feb 18, 2011 21:42:51 GMT -5
What's wrong?! Her mind asked as her ears picked up the sound of a sudden squeal. Her eyes lifted from the grass she was studying in front of her. Synn frowned slightly as she saw the girl lying flat on her stomach. I wonder what happened? As the girl slowly got up, she eyed her with concern in her icey blues. She sighed after she was up, standing up herself and making a quick walking pace up to the girl. "Are you okay?" She noticed she was searching for something, and seemed understandably upset about losing it. Looking to the ground, Synn saw a pair of glasses and grasped them carefully in one of her pale hands. "Are these what you're looking for?" She passed them over to her, then waited for the, werewolf, to stand up fully and put the glasses on, before smiling to her. "Better?" She picked up the book that had also fallen on the ground, dusting it off gently and passing it to her. "I'm Synn." She grinned. "And you are?" She found it comforting to meet another werewolf besides her mother, not that she didn't love her mother. She just hadn't really had many close friends since Ofiya left, and she felt more at ease around weres and vampires than humans. Her nose caught a scent of smoke and she looked toward the smell. She smiled kindly to the red haired female. She thought she recognized the species of the underlying scent, but the cigarette smoke over powered slightly, so she wasn't sure. Two other werewolves other than herself. Should be interesting at least. Smiling at the thought, she waved to the werewolf, who she could tell by scent was much older than herself. Age was almost meaningless to her though, just meant you were hopefully wiser and had more experience. She saw that the female had numerous tattoo and that intrigued her, she wondered if this werewolf had stories to tell about those tattoos. A light breeze went by and she lightly brushed bright her hair out of her face with her hand. She wondered where the auburned haired female was from, she didn't look like the typical new yorker, then again, new york was so varied in it's people. She waited for the female to approach, looking forward to talking with her. She smiled to her again, before turning her attention to the female who had fallen over earlier. "Have you been in New York long?" She asked, making conversation. The question was more for both of them than one or the other.
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Post by noelle adrienne cooper on Feb 18, 2011 22:41:53 GMT -5
I open my eyes I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light I can't remember how, I can't remember why I'm lying here tonight And I can't stand the pain And I can't make it go away No, I can't stand the pain How could this happen to me? I've made my mistakes Got nowhere to run the night goes on As I'm fading away I'm sick of this can't erase the things that I've done no I can't  he sound of footsteps made Noelle look up from the big green blurry mess that was the ground and searched for the source, spotting the bright blue hair of one. . . woman? That’s the blurry mess looked like. A voice asked if she was okay and Noelle could only assume it was coming from the blue-haired. . . person. Swallowing hard and looking back down at the grass, Noelle nodded strongly and inched forward, moving to a new patch of grass. “Dropped my. . . glasses,” Noelle muttered, blushing slightly at how cliché that sounded coming out of her mouth. They couldn’t have flown off too far, right? She’d only fallen a little bit. . . . Sigh. Only seconds later, though, the blue-haired person—she was definite that the person was a female, as only a female would have such a lyrical voice—was asking if she had found the correct personal belonging. Noelle blinked up at the girl, then slowly pushed herself to her feet and moved her hand forward to reach for the glasses. Running her fingers along the rim, Noelle was satisfied they were hers and slipped them back onto her face. “Yes. . . thank you,” she muttered in response, her face brightening just a little bit more when the blue haired girl brought over her book. That brightness faded, however, when she noticed that a good chunk of pages had been bent when it landed on the ground. “Thank you,” she said once more, very cordially as she safely tucked it back into her purse with the rest of her stuff. The girl introduced herself as Synn, and Noelle couldn’t help but think about how coincidental it would be for her to meet someone named Synn when she herself was Noelle. . . . Oh wait. She was asking for her name now, wasn’t she? Crap. “Um. . . I’m N-Noelle.” Now what? Small talk? Conversation? Thank her again for finding her belongings when she was on the ground lost and without glasses. . . . It was so lame. A second later Synn seemed to be distracted by something and Noelle followed her gaze to another woman standing nearby, watching them like some. . . creeper. Noelle shrank a little bit under the red-haired girl’s gaze and then started to back out to leave. She didn’t have to stay much longer, did she? Maybe thank Synn again and then leave. . . . Well that was stalled the second Synn asked how long they’d—or just her? Who was she talking to?—had been in New York. It was only polite to answer, right? Managing a friendly—yet still forced—smile, Noelle shifted her purse on her shoulder and thought about it a moment. “Um. . . a year or two. I think. . . .” Geez she even sounded awkward to herself. TAGGED: Synn/Siren WORDS: four hundred eighty one OUTFIT: Here NOTES: la la la~ CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Simple Plan |
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Post by SIREN EVENINGS on Feb 19, 2011 0:41:10 GMT -5
Sie's attention was brought swiftly to the two females, her smile broadening. Her fangs, in this form, would hardly be noticed by humans. she bet down, rubbing the bright cherry of her cigarette out on the sidewalk, noting the anerving, but all too common, felling of male humans gazing upon her ass with more than passing interest. Even the disint sound of a hand connecting to a face in a jealouse slap could be heard. The Lycae grinned. It wasn't as though it were her fault, really. But it was still far too amusing.
Righting herself, she walked over to the younger immortals. They seemed so styreotypical. A brilliantly-hued blue for one's hair, another seeming rather unsure and a tad... Nerdy, maybe? But then again, she did not give the appearance of completely unique, now did she? Not with her story-book of tattoos and preffered clothing. "Good afternoon, lovies." Her Irish lilt was heavy, but melodic, as she flashed a coy grin and tilted her head. she had pushed her glasses down slightly, looking over them with a suacy wink of her brilliant, amber eyes before pushing them back up. "My, aren't we a rappidly growing population?"
Siren had been putting all of her weight on her toes to keep her pointed heels from sinking into the soft ground, making her look even taller. She studied the other two females from behind her glasses, her mind working swiftly. Young, female Lycae. threat? Hardly. Not to me, any ways. Her hand lifted, bringing the soda to her lips, then lowered after she had taken a healthy swallow. Her head turned, her free hand covering her mouth with the tips of her long, slender fingers to muffle a soft, lady-like burp, followed by a soft "Pardon me." and then, "The name's Siren."
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