Never Return to the Crime Scene! -OPEN

[Ara Regency]

Ara thought a long hard minute about that question. How did I become a mind reading hunter? That was an interesting question to come from Isi. Maybe she was jealous and wanted mind reading powers to herself. Or maybe she was just curious. She hesitated a moment as she began her story, but of course she didn't want to bore her so summing it up might be interesting enough. And even though it wasn't the easiest thing to talk about, she was used to it by now.

"My entire neighborhood was attacked by a vampire when I was very young. For some reason the vampire didn't kill me along with the rest of them. I didn't find out till much later that the reason he left me alive was because of my telepathic shield that I didn't know existed. But my whole family was killed and I was only five, I was shoved off to this old guy's home and he raised me. Once I was old enough to understand, he taught me how to control my telepathy and stuff. He was a retired vampire slayer," she looked at Isi a moment then before continuing. "So, he died and decided to carry on his legacy after killing the vampire that killed my parents... the end."

She was silent then until she offered her root beer. She nodded, "Yeah, that sounds good."

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been a long cold 231 words. lonely winter finished. feels like years Isi. since its been clear outfit. slowly melting . its alright REAL SLIM SHADY !? @ caution 2.0

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[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] Isi put the two clear glasses by the refrigerator and one by one she filled each with ice cubes. Some people had a poor disposition against iced cutes like - - Isi closed her eyes while facing the fridge and tried not to think about it. If Ara didn’t care for ice cubes then that was her own problem. Isi opened the bottle of root beer with aged vanilla and poured them into the two glasses. Once the bubbles died down she filled them again and this time to the brim. The bubbles sizzled and Isi closed her eyes and let the bubbles move down her throat. She took a seat on one of the bar stools she had in her kitchen. “You know, that sounds a lot like the plot of the Twilight series.” There were a lot of gaps in the story. Did the vampire see Ara? Who shoved her off to the old man? Etc… But she didn’t ask. She took another cool and refreshing sip of her drink. “So what’s it like to be able to read minds?” It could be useful. But it probably also had its own disadvantages. Isi was making lists in her mind, reasons to partner with Ara and reasons why she couldn’t trust the mind reader and needed to kill her. Over all, Isi could use a living Ara more then she could use a dead Ara. Now they needed to negotiate some things but Isi didn’t know where to begin.

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[Ara Regency]

[[Sorry!! I thought I posted here a long time ago!]]

Ara smirked when she compared her story to Twilight. She'd read the series, and had been told that by a few of her friends-that-turned-enemies. She was glad that Isi wasn't her friend, because she never kept a friend more than a few weeks. They usually turned on her after a while because they either turned out to be a vampire or werewolf that didn't know she was a hunter, or they were using her to kill their enemy or something like that. "Yeah, I suppose it is," she took a seat beside Isi and drank her icy drink.

Then she thought a while about her next question. That was really hard to answer. She'd never been asked to explain her ability of telepathy before. "Hm..." she sipper her drink again. "It's hard to explain, really. It's annoying because I know it ticks people off when I don't give them their privacy. But it's also very interesting to see people's pasts. Of course, it's extremely difficult and takes a long time to learn how to dig into memories, and it makes me feel obnoxious to do so," she smirked slightly. "But people think in words, usually. Only when they're thinking, I hear their voices, only their mouths don't move."

She had no idea if Isi could follow any of that, but she knew that her and her telepathy were more valuable to her new somewhat-friend alive than not. Although Ara had never been planning on doing anything to get rid of or harm Isi, there was no way she could prove that. And she knew that Isi would probably never trust her, no matter what she did. But she was almost 100% positive that after a long enough time, if Isi let her, she would begin to like her, at least a little bit.

[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] “So guess you’ve been talking to Meyers.” Isi chuckled almost friendly-like as she took another sip. She could imagine Ara getting drunk at a bar and spilling her life story to Stephanie Meyer’s only to have it stolen. She looked at the bubbles float on the top and then disappear. “Yeah, I figured – If you read my history I will kill you.” It was easy enough to understand and basically it didn’t tell her a thing that she didn’t already know by superstition or ‘common sense’ if telekinesis was anything but common. Isi was damn sure that she would kill Ara even if they did end up being partners. Her history was something that really disturbed her. She did not care to relieve it. She did not care to be reminded of it. And she did not care for anyone to know her embarrassment. “So?” she asked pausing wondering how to phrase it. “Why do you hunt?” Did she do it because she hated vampires and werewolves or did she do it for the money? Because the money was an absolute bonus! If the money weren’t so good then she would have to get a day job! She tapped her long red fingernails against the counter. “How would we split the money?” she asked boldly. It was sort of an impolite thing to ask but it had to be asked. If really hated the idea of 50-50. She could deal with 90-10 – her of course getting 90. “Can’t help it. I’m greedy.” She said laughing as if she had vodka mixed in with the root beer. If of course the girl was reading her mind. “Okay, partners.” Isi said. Since she hadn’t killed Ara within the first ten minutes she decided they were going to be partners. It was actually too much of a hassle to kill a fellow human – especially in her own home. With advanced forensics and DNA they would find blood or bleach stains or whichever if they knew where to look.

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[Ara Regency]

"Don't worry, I won't," she crossed her heart with her finger, as if that would change if Isi would believe her or not. But Ara would only go digging through her memories if she started to get suspicious about her past. Except for paranoia and curiosity, Ara was good at letting people have their privacy. Even a stubborn hunter like Isi.

"I only hunt the ones that deserve to be killed... or if they piss me off," she admitted, although she knew Isi hunted just for the sake of it, or money. Speaking of money, Isi wanted a great deal of it. But working together sounded like an interesting idea, and Ara wondered how long she could make it last. She'd never met another hunter before like Isi, and even though she clearly didn't trust her, she was still willing to partner up, which caught Ara's interest immediately. But 90-10 wouldn't do, even though Ara was the last person to be greedy.

"Alright, partners. And I know you'll never agree to 50-50, and I would never ask you to. But about 75-25? Or 80-20, even?" Isi might be greedy, but 80% wasn't really that much less than 90%, especially with the kind of money they'd be raking in from murdering the rich bloodsuckers and dogs. She held out her hand to Isi to make the deal final, even though she didn't care about how much money she got out of the deal. She just needed enough to pay for necessities. Other than that, she didn't care.

[Isi Runasimi]

pray, ne'er come hither

wane to dust the wight

[atrb=border,0,true] Isi did not want to relieve her past. She did not want to think about her father and her mother and her step-mother and all of her half brothers and half sisters who were now werewolves living in sin and filth. It was absolutely disgusting. The mere thought of them made her puke. She had killed some but more were still out there. That was the trouble with werewolves, they bred like rabbits. Then of course each had friends and belonged to large packs. “80-20 it is.” She shook her hand at the deal. Twenty percent was nothing to laugh at when Isi sometimes raked in millions of dollars in one night. It was hard to deal with such things knowing that some vampires had billions of dollars. She could use Ara and harness that. Twenty percent of a few billion dollars was nothing to laugh at! But eighty percent… it was something to drool over. Isi loved designer clothes, fancy homes; she needed cars, safe homes and the expensive ability to make fake passports. In all honesty Isi was taking advantage of Ara. She had the gift. Isi just had access to a friend who was ex military and weapons military grade; she was vicious and ruthless, but she knew how to travel unnoticed and under the radar – having the ability to make fake passports really helped. She could break into safes, homes, museums. Isi was worth the 80.

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