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Post by EDMOND GRAVES on May 29, 2011 23:17:12 GMT 1
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...a chilly evening The soft muted sounds of guitar strings could be heard on that night as a lone man finished his song, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. Edmond was out again in dark of the night, sitting on a bench at the park. The wind was chilling and he clothed in warm clothing, there was nothing that could make him feel more alive than then. Setting aside his guitar in its case, Eddy reached his hand for the hot coffee that he brought with him. Taking a sip from the cup, the man could feel the warmth spreading due to the hot liquid. With a contented sigh, the blue-eyed man gazed out to the scenery once again aware of the loneliness that he felt. It was fine however; he had his music and his whole life ahead of him. There was never much of romance in his life, except for that few blissful months in his youth. Just thinking about it brought a little happiness to the man, as his grin grew into a full out smile. There was a small part of him that wished for a little excitement though, a little romance to come stumbling down onto him. But he knew it was just wishful thinking as he took another sip of his hot coffee. Life was not like a romance film and a woman was not going to pop up into his life. The man shook his head at where his line of thoughts was going. He thought it was better to cut that line off before he got too into it. Setting aside the cup of coffee once more, Edmond took his guitar onto his lap and began to sing another tune. | | [atrb=style, font-family: Georgia; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; opacity: 0.7; border: 0px dashed #ff5500; color: #C0C0C0; height: 50px; padding: 10px 10px 10px 10px;] tags: ADRIENNE!
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Post by ADRIENNE STEELE on May 30, 2011 0:22:36 GMT 1
 The night was quiet. A cold and bitter wind circled the city tonight. The sound of a women's heels were unmistakable in the almost silence of the park, clicking loudly off the path as she moved at some speed. The wind nipped at her bare shoulders as she ran, her blonde hair windswept across her face so much that she kept having to brush it back with her hands. A strapless black dress and heels were not the most sensible choice for an evening of running through the park so something was obviously wrong.
"Stop her!" a set of muffled male voices could be heard shouting, some distance between the young woman who began to turn the corner, nearing on the young man playing his guitar alone on the bench. "Please, you've got to help me!" she shouted, her face twisted into a look of terror and fear, so masterfully faked no one would be able to tell the difference. Her hands were waving frantically to sell the performance, hoping to catch his attention. "Help!". By now the two men, brutish looking fellows had rounded the corner, still chasing her.
Adrienne managed to reach Edmond, not waiting for him to say anything or react. She stopped running as she passed the bench, leaning forward and panting heavily as if she was about to be sick. "There was an accident, they think I had something to do with it. You've got to help me!" she tried to explain between heavy breaths. In truth it wasn't really an accident and she had everything to do with it. The streets at night offered bountiful prey and outside one of the less prestigious clubs, she had picked a victim. She had lured him with the seductive charm that just oozed out of her perfectly sculpted body into an alleyway, where upon a single touch she had obliterated him into nothing but a pile of clay. Unfortunately this evening things hadn't gone as smoothly as planned but it was nights like these which were all the fun. The two men had entered the alleyway, probably looking to snort a few lines of something when they saw the other young man destroyed. They swayed and there breath wreaked of alcohol but they have chase to the demon.
"I don't know what happened..he just...and they..." she panted, gasping for breath as her blue eyes began to well with tears. One of the mean had shouted to Edmond to grab her though his words were incredibly slurred. Who would he believe, a crying, beautiful woman or a pair of drunk thugs?
ooc. Nothing special.
wordcount. Didn't count.
tags. Edmond
muse. I have no idea where this came from.
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Post by EDMOND GRAVES on May 30, 2011 20:39:22 GMT 1
| [atrb=cellSpacing,5,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px, bTable][atrb=style, width:400px; background: #333333, border: 1px solid #110000, bTable] you're stringing me along and I don't care, JUST WAKE ME WHEN WE GET THERE! | | [atrb=style, font-family: Georgia; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; opacity:0.7; border: 0px dashed #ff5500; color: #C0C0C0] The sounds of shuffling feet and muted voices interrupted the musician’s music, as an unfamiliar scene unfolded right before Edmond’s own eyes. The blue-eyed man set aside his guitar for the second time that night, wondering what was truly going on. Apparently a woman was being chased by a couple of drunkards was what he came up with after observing the scene and due to his own weakness for the female kind, Edmond decided to dissuade the men from pursuing the blonde bombshell.
“Go back to your home fellas,” said Edmond as he walked between the two drunks and the woman, a frown marring his usually laid back visage. “The both of you reek of alcohol and somebody must be waiting for ya at home,” continued the man as he eyed the swaying duo. “I’ll take care of her,” he added before crossing his arms over his chest for emphasis.
With reluctant agreements, the duo of drunkards decided to let the younger and sober man to deal with the female demon as it were. When they were stumbling away though, they kept looking back and eyeing the blonde, as if contemplating whether or not to pursue her once more before deciding against it. Edmond just sighed at what happened, turning to check on the out of breath lady.
Walking up beside the woman, Edmond’s visage turned into a softer concerned look. “Are you okay?” asked the brown haired man with a touch of concern in his voice. The woman must be a little scared he thought, being chased by burly drunks in dead of night. Edmond wanted to shake his head at the thought but restrained himself. He was worried for the woman and wondered if she was going to be okay.
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Post by ADRIENNE STEELE on May 31, 2011 0:45:18 GMT 1
She watched as Edmond rose between them. She could feel her blood begin to boil, heated by the excitement of an impending fight and possibly death. Oh how she relished it. But her face faded, leaving a look of anger and bitter disappointed as he ordered them away. She turned away from them, panting and sniffing for the sake of the performance. The two drunks had left, their constantly checking over their shoulders still filling her with some hope of a bloodbath but it wasn't meant to be as they rounded the corner for good.
A last hope for action ignited when he spoke 'I'll take care of her'. Two of her potential victims had been scared off, but this one was left and would have to do for the night and she longed for him to try something. "Are you okay?" Adrienne heard him asked and her passion vanished almost as if a bucket of cold water was dumped over her head. She stood in silence for a moment, her eyes glazed over as she stared through him. The young man would no doubt attribute the silence to her fear of the situation but it was far from the truth of bitter disappointment.
"Yeah, I'm okay, I think..." she mumbled, snapping back into reality, flicking her head so the strands of blonde hair fell over her shoulders out of her face. With a deep sigh, she sat down on the bench, burying her head in her hands. Was she getting slopping her old age? No, it couldn't be. She was just getting bored, extremely bored. Wondering if it was all worth it anymore. What was the point? Was there nothing in this world stronger than these pathetic human beings? She longed for something to be out there to give her a challenge. It would truly be no problem to wipe out all of the human race. But for now she was moping on a park bench.
Best to give up for the night, she sighed heavily to herself, glancing back to Edmond. "Thank you, so much" she lied, wiping the remains of the fake tears from her cheeks. "Is there anything I can do to repay you for your kindness?". Ugh, it made her sick to her stomach.
ooc. failure failure failure x.x sorry
wordcount. -----
tags. Edmond
muse. absolutely none, hence why it's abysmal. Bed now.
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