Chasing Dreams{{ISI}}

[Scarlette Masen]

THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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Angelique crouched down low to the ground, a black cat sticking close to her side. The Were looked surreptitiously from side to side a bit paranoid about being out alone. It could be worse, though, right? Even in the darkness, she could still see as if there was perfect light. What was she to do this night? Well, she had her reasons for being in the forest. For one, Angel had not wanted to go back to her home yet. And she needed to get some stuff down, anyway. But first, she had to find a nice quiet spot.

The soothing sounds of a stream calmed her nerves and she let her head twist around a bit, trying to pin-point the sound of the noise to an exact location. She could have just turned into her lynx form, but that would take far too much time that she did not care to waste, so she decided to stick with her human senses. The scent of fresh water wafted around her nostrils and she raced towards it, her satchel rhythmically hitting her hip.

It didn’t take long to find the river running through the vast woods. It was calm and serene, perfect for writing. Surveying the area, the Were-lynx climbed high into one of the nearby trees. Not so high that she couldn’t get down but not low enough to be spotted immediately. In her opinion, it was perfect.

She got out her pad and pencil and began to jot down ideas, though in the process she got side-tracked. Her black kitten was struggling to get up to the branch she was on and made Angel laugh. ”Oh Bѐatrice,” she chuckled, watching the black mass of fur finally dig its claws into the branch and climb on top of her owner. The kitten purred, curling up on Angelique’s lap.

Angel rolled her eyes and continued to write, hoping that no one would disturb her.

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 323 || COSTARRING Isi|| WARDROBE click! || OOC NOTES Sorry it took so long. v-v It shall not happen again. || CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

[Isi Runasimi]

ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI


→ SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEART
I’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←

I swear I’m going to kill my source!” Isi threatened under a low breath. Here she was lugging about a priceless painting from 1874 through the back roads of Russia. Something had gone seriously, seriously wrong and the authorities had almost caught Isi in the process of nicking a painting by F. Zhuravlyov, “Before the Wedding” painted in 1874. It was a masterpiece and something Isi wanted in her own personal collection. As she was leaving to her car she had been shot at. Isi was forced to ditch the car on the main road and leave off on foot. There were roadblocks on the road otherwise Isi would have remained in the car.

The car itself wouldn’t trace back to Isi. She had purchased it for six thousand American dollars. She had removed the numbers completely and had washed it very thoroughly so that there were no fingerprints of the past owner. There certainly weren’t any fingerprints from Isi. When she ditched the car she also took out everything she had put in it (including receipts). The painting was now strapped to a black rectangle shaped box to her back. It was heavy but Isi could pull the weight. As well as her own thieving tools and a radio that allowed her to hear the police communicating with each other (which had let her know of the roadblock).

Isi trampled through the woods as the radio crackled, “Be on the lookout for a black or blue smart car. Subject small male or female.” Isi grinned. It had been dark and from far away she could have looked male (from behind only). Isi found a small river. Perhaps she could find a small town and rent or borrow a car. No, it would be better to wait until the ‘heat’ was off. Isi carefully placed the painting against a tree and let the bag with her materials go with a thud. The radio crackled but no one had yet found the black smart car.

→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←

→ STARRING scarlette
→ COUNTING 334
→ LOCATION river
→ WEARING *this8
→ NOTES Ooc – Sorry I feel so horrible for not seeing this earlier. I have been missing a lot of obvious things.
→ LYRICS none
→ CREDITS anastasia

[Scarlette Masen]

THERE'S ROOM INSIDE FOR TWO I'M NOT BREATHING FOR YOU
( i long to be like you lie cold in the ground like you i'm calling )

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Angel stroked her cats fur a few times, listening to its soft purrs as she started to ponder the plot of her next story. She did have a time line for this and if she didn’t send her editor a summery and first chapter, her funding was going to be depleted. ”Oh, what is it… What should it be?” She examined her notepad to see what she had written so far. She bit her lip lightly, then crossed off idea’s here and circled them there until she had only a few left.

Taking in a deep breath, Angel sighed and stuffed her things into her bag. She was bored now. She wanted to jump down and hunt, but didn’t. She had a sleeping cat on her lap. Oh well. Leaning back a little, she listened to the sounds of the stream. They were calming, a very relaxing sound that helped to stimulate her senses. It even made her want to go to sleep… no, she couldn’t do that. She had to stay awake.

That was when she heard something. Footsteps. Someone was there, or was coming that is. Gently waking up her pet, she placed Beatrice on the branch and told it to be quiet. Then she went into the defensive. She began to wonder what this woman, she could now see her, was doing. Cocking her head, Angelique watched for a moment before talking. ”Hello,” she said from above, hidden in the leaves, her accent a mix between French and Russian.

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STATUS complete || WORD COUNT 252 || COSTARRING Isi|| WARDROBE click! || OOC NOTES *Poke* Your post! || CREDITS lyrics by evanescence graphics/template by anastasia

[Isi Runasimi]

ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI


→ SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEART
I’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←

3дравствуйте!” Isi spoke in Russian, translation – Hello. She had not used her Russian in ages and it may have sounded odd to a native. The female had spoken hello in English with a Russian accent. The last thing Isi wanted was for anyone to recognize her as an American citizen. She wondered what this girl was doing here. Hopefully she wasn’t with the authorities. Isi was suspicious but she wouldn’t go ‘overly paranoid’ mode and kill the girl in cold blood – Yet.

4то ты делаешь? - Shto ty dielaesh.” Isi spoke, translation – What are you doing? Did she need to add ‘up in the trees’? It was not very likely that the woman was an officer. There was no way an officer would be up in the trees like a baboon. Isi wondered where this woman was staying? She wondered if she knew where a hotel was. Hmm. Though it wouldn’t be wise to stay in a hotel. She would need her passport to check in and police would be checking hotels in the area. It looked like Isi would be spending the night in the forest.

→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←

→ STARRING scarlette
→ COUNTING 187
→ LOCATION river
→ WEARING *this*
→ NOTES o.o
→ LYRICS none
→ CREDITS anastasia