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Post by Drake Jesterfeld on Nov 19, 2007 22:48:49 GMT -5
Disgusting.
Drake dropped his burned out cigarette on the ground and stomped it out with his leather boots. Today he was going for a more I-threw-this-on look, despite the fact that red bloods would stare regardless.
His well-toned arms stood out against the black of his sleeveless hoodie, his armani pants tucked into purposely scuffed up army boots. He didn't care if it was fashionable, he could make it that way, but it was comfortable and enough to divert a majority of staring girls away, he almost looked like the kind that would mug with the hood up.
Drake lit another cigarette, puffing out the fumes and watching it drift across the bench he sat on, staring at the moonlight hit the park, the way it bounced off the trees. His thoughts went to his clubs, that'd be where he'd be normally, but tonight Drake felt more like a bit of silence, and there wasn't anything he really needed to waste more money on tonight.
So he waited and watched, the park was full of surprises late into the night.
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Post by Schuyler Van Alen on Nov 20, 2007 0:15:46 GMT -5
Schuyler made her way through the forest at Red Blood speed, too panicked to realize that she could use her newly learned Blue Blood speed. Her lungs hurt, and she was breathing hard, gusts of white flying out into the cold night air. She'd left the path, running through the trees, over the uneven ground. Bad idea... She thought she could make it across the park faster this way, but she'd been wrong, it would take her longer. The tip of her shoe caught onto a root, and she fell onto the cold ground, her breath escaping her lungs in a gasp.
She groaned, feeling the pain shoot through her entire body. Her torn jeans were dirty, and now with far more rips than before, and her silk shirt was surely ruined. Weak arms trembled as she tired to push herself up. She should have fed before having left Ollie's house! She knew better, she'd been feeling weak but had decided to put up with feeling like jello all over rather than deal with the awkwardness and guilt that followed every time she fed from Oliver. Now she was paying for her cowardice.
The Silver Blood was back again, right on her heels. She'd decided to go back to the Force Townhouse by foot; the second bad decision she'd made that night.
Schuyler groaned again, finally pushing herself back up to her feet. She stumbled forward, then caught on speed again, bursting out of the trees and back onto the paved path. She stopped and glanced behind herself before quickly scanning her surroundings. Her eyes settled on a dark figure, seated on a bench not too far from her. She froze, eyes wide, her panic making her unable to recognize the boy she'd been going to school with for years.
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Post by Drake Jesterfeld on Nov 20, 2007 23:00:14 GMT -5
The burn of the cigarette lit up his hooded face momentarily as Drake inhaled, the stick laying loose in his lips as a crashing sound fell to his ears. One eyebrow raised he looked around for the cause, nothing could make that loud of a noise, all the couple were necking or walking, ignorant to the sound.
Out of the corner of his dark eye he saw a figure come out of the woods with preternatural speed. The silhouette he recognized, Schuyler, some weirdo from school. While he was surprised to her her, it wasn't odd to him that she'd be out at this time, in a place like this.
A smirk crawled up his face, not a friendly one but almost like a cat watching a mouse. His cruel mood was practically mirrored on his darkened face. One long hand raised up and took the cigarette from his mouth before, with blue-blood speed, he stalked up to her.
His exhale of smoky breath was noxious and bloomed in a cloud around the girl, "It's a little bit after your bedtime, don't ya think?"
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Post by Schuyler Van Alen on Nov 27, 2007 1:02:34 GMT -5
Sharp blue eyes remained focused on the darkened figure, still too panicked to recognize the boy, even as his face was lit up by the glowing tip of his cigarette. Schuyler remained frozen in place as the figure rose and then stood before her in a matter of seconds, thinking to herself that the Silver Blood hadn't been behind her for some time, but had been waiting for her here in stead. Shit.
Her nose picked up the smell of cigarette smoke, and the cough tearing out of her lungs brought her out of her shock enough for her to try focusing on the guy's face more, just as he parted his lips to speak.
'It's a little bit after your bedtime, don't ya think?'
As the low, seductive voice seeped into her brain, she slowly began recognizing the boy as one of the blue bloods who went to her school, Drake...was it? She blinked once or twice, flinching away slightly as her brain kicked into full gear once more.
"I don't have a bed time."
Her voice held a slight hint of bitterness, the thought of bed time causing her to think of her newest set of guardians, Charles and Trinity Force, Ugh. Sure, living in the Force household had its advantages, however, she'd much rather be living with her grandfather in the home she'd grown up in.
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Post by Drake Jesterfeld on Nov 29, 2007 22:10:50 GMT -5
The smirk that was already there twisted, he wanted to snicker at her violent cough, the way her face went from fear to recognition-he'd actually have preferred the fear to the realization-and the fact that he was someone she'd known through going to school.
"None of us do anymore," he purred, breathing unintoxicated but still with a hint of smoke, putting emphasis on the us.
Drake noticed the slightly disgusted look on her face and tilted his head to the side, puffing on his cigarette slowly with a curious look in his eyes. "So...Van Alen," he couldn't quite remember the girl's first name, the last did just as well, "What's with all the runnin'?"
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Post by Schuyler Van Alen on Dec 6, 2007 1:13:08 GMT -5
She kept her gaze focused on his face, not matter how intense her need was to avert her eyes. She wouldn't let him stare her down. Sure he was far wealthier than she was, but that didn't make him a stronger Blue Blood. Where had that thought come from? She'd sounded as if she was preparing herself for a fist fight...
His overall attitude sent a flash of annoyance through her, and she couldn't help but retort,
"Are you sure you don't have a bed time? Maybe your rich mommy and daddy are out looking for you."
Schuyler kept from looking smug, in stead crossing her arms over her chest, physically and mentally putting up her shield for what his venomous response. His question brought everything back to her in a shock. She'd been running from the Silver Blood! Her gaze whipped from right to left, and she turned her head to glance behind her. Where'd it go...? Maybe her being in the presence of another Blue Blood had scared it away...
"The Silver Blood was chasing me." She stated while bringing her eyes back to his face, letting the words spill forth before she could think. Schuyler prepared for a sarcastic comment, or mocking laugher.
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