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Post by Lonestar on Aug 10, 2009 17:24:42 GMT -5
Leisurely strides carry the male along the practically empty sidewalk, lights from the stores and the cars driving past shining upon his legs and reflecting off the smooth surface of his black shoes. Hands rode comfortably within jean pocket, chin tilted downward as sky blue eyes watched the tip of the shoes as the rose and fell within his sights. The sudden honk of a horn called the lord out of his daze and gaze jerked upward and to the left to find a sleek black Volvo trying to pull out of a parking garage and he was in the way. Pace increased slightly and the cars engine revved as it pulled out of the exit and onto the streets, the driver obviously pissed about being held up for a few seconds. Disbelieving pair followed the tail lights as it traveled quickly down the street. It never ceased to amaze him how rude the world had become. It seemed people could careless about what happened to their fellow comrade as long as they themselves were not effected. Dome shook and frame turned back around, the baron once again on the path to no where which he had been walking along peacefully before being interrupted by the rude motorist. Cheers and hollers came from behind him, drawing a deep sigh from his diaphragm as his movements paused once again, torso twisting slight to see what all the camotion was about. Frown creased brow as three guys came running down the street towards him, one jumping into the air and half tackling his friend, laughing all the while. The first two blew past him, acting as if G`rzeth wasn't even there. The last, however, noticed the loner and stopped, slapping him upon the shoulder without bothering to call out to his guys. "Hey buddy! Come on! Don't you know there is a huge party with a shit load of babes down at the Club tonight?" One eyebrow cocked at this news, a slightly confused look shooting at the other man. What the hell was a club? The other's friends had stopped now and where calling out to him to hurry up, causing both of them to turn their attention to the two who had run ahead. "I'm comin'!" Yelled the stranger before turning back to Zeth. "You comin' or what?" Shoulders shrugged in a "why not?" action which brought a smile from the shifters new acquaintance. "Alright! Hey guys, got a new recruit!" The pair then headed down the block to join the others, Zeth jogging to keep time with the man who had invited him along. Perhaps his trip to the city wouldn't be a total loss. Maybe, just maybe, going to this club and mingling a bit more with the crowd would help him to feel more comfortable in larger numbers. It didn't take long for the group to reach the club, its bright neon light catching the blokes attention immediately as they approached. All four got in line at the door, slowly making their way to the front and eventually, after being asked to show their IDs, entered into the club. At first, the loudness of the place, the lack of light and the mass of people packed inside overwhelmed him, but after his eyes started to adjust and overly sensitive ears started to drown out the music, it didn't seem so bad. They guys he had met out on the street had dispersed now, "chasing honeys" as one had put it. An amused smirk formed upon rugged features at this, limbs taking him through the crowd to one corner of the room which was less populated than all the rest. Pools watched all the other people as they moved and flowed with the music, spine resting against the wall along with one foot while arms crossed across chest.
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Post by delusive on Aug 10, 2009 21:31:08 GMT -5
Technically she was under age, not really supposed to be in here, after all, drinking age here was 21, and yet she was 19. How had she got dragged in without being stopped? Ha, the answer was simple, back way in of course. Yes, Mary did know the insides and outs of this place. Inside she merely stood in the corner now as her friends went off to go get some attention, some guy to notice them. Eyes rolled as she wondered why any wanted to do such a thing. Then again she wasn't big on guys, to her they were all jerks out for one thing only to leave you on your knees. Call her judgemental but could one blame her after her past? She glanced up at the ceiling of the club, growing bored of the dancing bodies that were far too close. Was there anything interesting?
Sometimes she wondered what life would be like if she never ran into him. But fact was she had, so now what? Continue sulking in this state. She wasn't really sulking, more dying of boredom. She was no emo kid in a corner. No she was a wierdo in a corner. Get it straight!
Many guys before had approached her, yet she ignored them. One might come up saying 'Hey babe' and in that case she usually glanced at a wall as if she heard nothing. If they pursued she usually flicked them off and moved towards the other corner. She also had guys who just didn't leave her the hell alone. When that happened she merely left then and there, phone in hand ready to call the police. Why were there young girls in here, like her? Heck, some even younger than her... Why? Did they what to waste their life on these guys? Then again she had done that not too long ago, so who was she to judge?
Maybe what happened had now finally opened her eyes to viewing things in a new way. She was never going to be blinded by some illusion of love again, never going to believe those lies again... At least she promised herself that.
Ears caught something, the noise of many entering now as she glanced back over to see the noise. Ah, more boys, how lovely. She stayed just where she was, eyeing the few who already took off to go get some cuties. How pathetic. Eyes went down to the ground now, watching a little aunt crawl on the floor. It was far more interesting then the people here to her.
Was she going to grab a drink? Nah, she quit all that and she'd never smoke, after all... That was what Matt did 24/7, all the time. Why bring back memories. Mary was over in the corner with some guy who had to be 22. Geesh, was she in for it or not? Then again she was one of those girls who could care less about later, she just did things there and then, and enjoyed them like that, not caring about risks. Funny how Faerie had once been like that huh?
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 12, 2009 18:48:30 GMT -5
Eyes roamed casually over the faces in the crowd, some intense and completely focused on their dancing partner while others were joy filled and smiles shone from features, expressing their enjoyment easily. Dancing had once done the same to the drake, but that had been a long time ago. Of coarse, this style of dancing was as foreign to him as the atmosphere, but the concept was still the same. Dome shook. Events of the past were nothing to dwell upon now. Not whenever what the lord needed most to do was focus upon the present, and possibly even the future. After all, he had come in here to observe and attempt to blend in and by allowing his thoughts to wander back to the past, he couldnt pay attention to the others present very well could he? Attention returns to the inside of the club, not much had changed. It was still dark and the bass of the music continued to rock the room, its vibrations bouncing off the walls and making it virtually impossible to hear anything else. Gaze then swept the length of the room, moving from one wall to the next without really seeing anything interesting. When he noticed her, it was more of on a second glance basis, boredom having easily overtaken the male's mind and making simple differences easy to forget. After first allowing orbs to pass over her just as if she were anyone else or anything else, G`rzeth hesitated, dome turning back in the lady's direction immediatly. That is odd. Small frown creased features at the solitude of the lass. Not many who had come here wanted to be alone. In fact, probably only he and her had managed to stubble into this haze with no intentions of mingling. Head tilted slightly in interest at the girl, wondering what her story was. Perhaps she was angry or maybe depressed. Even with the brain of a beast thousands of years old, the bloke could not tell. Weight shifted from the all, his center of balance once more transfering to the balls of his feet just before easy strides carried him along the wall towards the intriguing essa. Frame stopped once he reached her side, standing a bit off from her so as to not make her feel crowded. Really, it didnt matter in such a clostrophobic place as this one, but respect and habit would not be sacrificed. You look about as disinterested as I feel. Tunes practically yelled at her, an even tone to the words while shoulder leaned against the brick, arms again crossing before broad chest. Gesh, that was starting to become a habit. Zeth brushed this from his mind and instead allowed soft azures to watch the maiden with what could be considered friendliness, but the emotion never really came across quite how he wanted it too. Creating an illusion of the face was hard for a person who had only been doing so for about a month.
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Post by delusive on Aug 13, 2009 6:20:00 GMT -5
What was the other thing that left her depressed here? Actually the latest thing was pretty recent.... Cole. The one she loved so very much was gone, shot dead... And why? Because he had t go and get back his ex only to get shot by his ex's new boyfriend. She should have known she was nothing to him, she'd never be his Ashley. Eyes closed, feeling that ache come up again but there was no need for her to breakdown here and make a scene of herself, though she doubted anyone here would really notice her anyways. What was always odd was when you could feel eyes on you. And Faerie felt that now, no doubt she felt eyes upon her, watching her from where she didn't know and she didn't bother to look. Probably one of the ones who walked in with the group. Why would they look her way? She swore if they tried anything she would not hold back a punch, though it might not do too much good she would. She wanted to be left alone. She didn't want a quick hook up, and right now she didn't think she wanted a relationship either. Why? Because right now to her mind all guys were jerks. End of story, no ifs or ands on that end. She heard footfalls near her and waited for the guy to speak, not looking his way still, as if not acknowledging he was even there. Yet he didn't seem to come up to her to hit on her. So she relaxed herself and as he spoke she merely glanced over at him, noting every aspect about him but not staring too long. She'd never admit to herself how good a guy looked to her, she would never admit how much sometimes she wondered if she should try again. But two times was enough, she was sure if you tore her heart open right now you'd see two wholes left in her heart, almost unmendable. Yeah, I guess so. She muttered under her breath. Feeling those eyes on her again she glanced up to make sure she wasn't just being paranoid, catching those eyes and gaze. Head tilted as she thought of how unique those eyes were and then instantly gaze returned to the ground again, shaking her head as she tried to get over things. So he had eyes that were somewhat interesting... Who cared? Still something about him made her get an impression over this being different.... Nah, paranoid. She was just paranoid. none of the babes here your type? she questioned wondering how he wasn't enjoying it somewhat here. Then again what did she know? Seemed there were some pretty okay girls... If that was what you went for here. The blondes who were just an easy night to get usually or too easy to get drunk... the brunettes who were just... there, short skirts on, too much makeup, all those kinds of girls were here. So where did she fit in? Ha, Faerie had her own class here. The wierdo who stands in the corner everytime she is dragged here by her friend's type of girl. Interesting huh? Just the type to go for right? You'd think they'd stay away from her.... But they always came again and again. Sometimes she thought Mary put them up to it. Eyes went around the room again, taking in the scenes of the girls on the guys, the guys taking it all in, the exit always letting out a newly made couple out. Why was this bugging her so much? Urking her to no end? Bringing up things? Because it was how it all started for her.... Attention had to shift back to him before she did do something to cause attention to herself. For now she'd await his reply to come. If one came that is....
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 13, 2009 16:06:33 GMT -5
Guise remained frozen just as it was when the duke had approached as her quiet answer came, having no issue hearing the words despite the loudness of the music and people around them. The girl was interesting, he would give her that. She had a gaze that refused to meet him and her body language told of her attitude towards him. This one wanted nothing from anyone execpt for their distance. Even after having not much time to study humans, G`rzeth could still read them as easily as a book. Her past held her back. Poor lass. The male understood how she felt, although he was now attempting to change the way his past effected him. The first step had been getting away from everything that made him comfortable and entering into awkward situations which he would normally turn away from quite hastily. Curious expression flashed onto guise when the eyes the lord thought he would never see lifted and met his, fawn depths reminding him slightly of those of a doe, soft, but these pair were not innocent as many creatures were who the male had hunted many times before. It made him wonder what had caused such a dull light to illuminate her liquids and why she had felt the need to meet his gaze suddenly. It seemed this confrontion was getting more interesting by the second. The next sentence took him by surprise quite a bit and he allowed it to show on his features, holding it for a moment before letting light chuckles emit from mouth. Tongue roams over lips, chin dipping downward to stare at the floor for a moment before lifting to look at the girl again, seeing that her attention had returned to the ground at her feet. What makes you think I came in here for "babes"? Brow cocked at her in question, being sure to keep the position for a moment before weight shifted and focus cast towards the crowd of those dancing, surveying one woman and then the next before looking back to his companion. And to answer your question, no, none of them are my type.What is my type anyway? The drake began to question himself, curious on how his mind had made such a decision without even knowing what to look for. There were plenty of beautiful women in here and all seemed to be eager for company, but not one of them stuck out the duke or caught his eye, despite their glamor. Perhaps it was his aversion to relationships that had induced such a decision, but then again, something had urged him to approach this fea and he had to admit she was pretty as well. Not overly voluminous in her looks or body type, but rather appealing in a more simple manner. Anyway, there was too much on his plate just then to take on something as important as a woman. They usually demanded more attention than what G`rzeth would be able to give them at the moment and it especally brought up difficulties if his girlfriend was human. Then he would have to explain his "ablility" and he doubted it was something most mortals considered petty.
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Post by delusive on Aug 13, 2009 17:32:14 GMT -5
She usually was considered an oddball, but heck, why would she care what she was considered by others, especially when she was here. The people here weren't worrying about the girl in the corner. Still... She wondered why he was standing here still when she gave off what screamed 'get the hell away from me.' Most guys didn't... They pursued but he asn't really doing that either, he was just standing there, and to be truthful it kind of confused her as to why he was standing there. She had reason to be... Did he? Was he dragged here too? She couldn't see why he had to be dragged here, couldn't be hard for a guy like him to get himself a girl. Long lasting relationship or one night... Either way she was sure he could find a few girls willing. Wasn't that why guys came down here, to grab some girls, to hook up and get drunk. Hard to believe how she looked at it all now and yet before she had been one of the girls partying, ready to head to another's home. Just a guess... It's what most are here for anyways. She muttered. So he wasn't here for girls? She didn't think he was there for guys... So that still left her with the question of why was he here? He just said none of the girls were his type... Then why did he bother showing up? Yes, she was nosey, so what were you going to do about it? Then what would be your type? She didn't know he was thinking that same question... She just had an urge to ask it, she was wierd, he just said it himself, so here was wierdo herself asking personal questions. Whenever she met a guy it seemed they were most attracted to her hair. Yes, odd as it sounded it was true. Why? Heck, she had no idea. To her it was plain black hair. Both Cole and Matt had always loved her hair. Was it the way she styled it or put it back? It had to be, though at times she still felt it was odd. Everything about her was normal. She really was nothing to go nuts over. Not the extravigant beauty. Heck, you asked her and she wouldn't even call it simple beauty. In fact, she wondered how he could even think she looked pretty one bit. Sure he might not see her eyes since they usually darted down, but when one did they could see lines beneath, lines from no sleep, from stress, from hurt, from pain, from tears... Oh yes, she did cry no doubt. Waking up sobbing words that could never be true, wishing things, feeling so alone, glancing over, wondering if it had all been a nightmare before to see no one beside her. Oh yes, it always hurt and she could be it always would. That was why love should be no more, because it did kill... Literally. Occs traveled back over to him, glancing him over before letting them travel to the dancefloor again. Not to sound rude or anything here... But if you aren't here for girls and are bored... Why are you here? She wasn't being rude at all, in fact he could ask the same question back. But still, she was curious as to why for him, if he wanted to know about ehr he could ask himself. She was getting somewhere here... Actually speaking to someone at the moment. How odd. She didn't think there could be something unhuman out there, that he was hiding something so big, but even if he was she doubt she'd ever freak over it. She might ask him if he was really serious or pulling a leg, and heck, she might even look at him wondering if he tried something.... But once she knew she might like it. Who knew until it happened, in fact right now she had no clue. If he wasn't as delicate though she might truly like that, for it meant less chance of dying, correct? She would never be able to bear another death again.
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Post by Lonestar on Aug 15, 2009 18:17:59 GMT -5
One side of his lips lifted a bit at her statement, thinking it quite typical of a person to be judging before they knew who or what they were judging. Most people these days did it, the lord had come to learn. They simply stereotyped you and placed you with a group within their minds, thinking nothing of it and not allowing anything to change their sectioning until they came in contact with something that contradicted the mold and caused them to question the judgement. It wasnt something he would hold against her for she was simply doing as everyone else had, but it still irked him to think how quickly he had been marked down as vermin along with the rest of the male population in here. That was what it was. The lady dispised this club, hated everything and everyone in it without hardly even having to think about it. And who knew? Could one really blame her when they did not know what caused such intense emotions? No, and Zeth most certainly refused to jump to conclusions without solid evidence. Chuckles emit at her question, position shifting till spine was firmly against the wall once more, hands slidding into pockets. Im not so certain of what my answer to that will be so you'll just have to be satisfied with, I dont know. Tunes reply quickly, dome turning slowly towards her and orbs watching once again. Did the girl think him werid for always staring? It didnt seem that she did for she struck the man as the type who would speak her mind and if he was bothering her, words stating just that would probably be shot in his direction. Cheeky grin came across facade as those soft prey eyes turned to look at him discreetedly, giving the lad's frame a once over before returning to the ground where they always focused. Laughter at her words were softer this time, almost inaudible to the mortal ear, as if they were ment only for himself. I am here to get away. Syllables were spoken faintly, just like his laughter and this time, orbs had directed away from her. They were looking at the floor, focusing upon the same spot it seemed that she was looking at. For a moment, he wondered what she was seeing in the polished black floor. Was it the miseries of her past? Or did he simply think that was what her problem was because it was him problem? Not everyone has a beaten up history like you, idiot. Quit trying to find a connection. Light sigh escaped and the moment of detachment from the rest of the world disappeared, chin lifting again and gaze along with it, bleached cobalt pair returning to look at the damsel's features while dome cocked. Why are you here? He asked on an impluse, ignoring his earlier plan to get her to ask all the questions in order to satisfy his curiousity. That question the bloke had pondered since before he had even approached her, the fea's outer manner having warned everyone from her and in a place like this one where everyone would rather be closer rather than further away from another, it was quite unique.
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Post by delusive on Sept 7, 2009 13:50:23 GMT -5
He kept watching her, and no it didn't bug her much, in fact she was fine with it, as long as he wasn't coming on to her, as long as he wasn't being an idiot, as long as he wasn't trying to make her dance or have a drink, she was fine with him being here. Oddly she didn't even mind their conversating... And that was something for her. She continued to watch the floor though, he was partly right. She did have a beaten up past and yes, indeed it did hurt to no end. He had no idea... But maybe he did, there she was judging, but it was hard, hard to judge one who was like him, he seemed to hide things well. She however was also staring at it due to how it seemed the cleaner who did the floor missed a spot, for there was one spot unpolished and to keep her mind off things she let it get to her as though it upset her so. Hey, she was a wierd child, can't say I didn't warn you.
She hadn't meant it in a way like 'you're a pig so go grab some girls...' more by, you're pretty cute, handsome, sp why the hell aren't you having a girl aroung your waist.' Every guy came here for one thing, was it her fault she judged that way? Besides, she really didn't like men at all lately, she hated them for the most part in fact, just the way she was. It was her past that made her like that, that made her hate them for the most part. For some reason though, she didn't feel so alarmed around him too much, like he was for some reason different.
Oh, I see... He bascially had no type then that he knew of? She was guessing that was it. Not that it mattered much to her. Eyes were cast on the drunks dancing to music and she couldn't help but raise a brow. Why on earth would they want to dance when they were drunk and they knew it? She let it go though, turning to hear him, eyes falling on his againt for a moment. To get away... How it sounded nice for a moment. He soon asked her and she made the simple reply. Got dragged here by a friend. She muttered pointing in her friend's direction who was now trying to pick up some other guy who look to be about 24. Geesh, would this ever end?
So now I get this corner all to myself. She shrugged her shoulders and then returned gaze to the ground again, this time to keep her distracted so it didn't seem like she was staring at him too much. For some reason her friend thought one day she'd get over it and some guy would come onto her and miracle, everything is all cured, but it didn't happen like that at all. In fact it was the opposite. A guy came onto her, she got more upset and usually if he pursued, well she gave them a good punch, and they didn't like that much at all. Hey, they were asking for it though, right? She still hadn't caught his name, so she shot for it. I'm Faerie by the way... If he said one thing about her name today or wings, or tinker bell... She'd freak on him. How 'bout you? Always a good way to get a name, tell yours and ask for theirs, never failed for her before.
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 11, 2009 17:30:03 GMT -5
A slightly smug smile lifted one side of the brute's lips, watching as a innocent yearning look flashed in the lass's mocha depths, her gaze meeting his once more only for a second before being directed back at the floor. Does she know the feeling? The urge to leave a place if only for a little while? The need to escape? Surely she does, everyone at some point or another had to collide with this want. Although, most wouldnt picture a club as a perfect place to do so. Most would take one look at the hills where the lord had lived and instantly decide that was they wished to "get away" too. Inside, the male loathed these people, those who did not know what misery had occured in that section of forest. Quickly, G`rzeth shook the thoughts from his brain, not liking the so obvious road on which they were traveling. No, he had came here to forget such things, not have them reinforced. Orbs followed where her finger pointed, crown tilting in curiousity at the friend which had drug the girl here. It was apparent to him why the lady's companion had choosen to bring her here. This scene seemed to fit her: the pressing bodies, the loud music that made hardly any conversation possible. She did not look like one who prefered vocalization to body language. Vision again filled with the dark haired woman as her softly spoken tunes drew his attention back to her silhouette. A chuckle escaped, the bloke hardly able to surpress it at the sentence she had just spoken without realizing what had been said. Sorry I intruded, quite rudely in fact, on your corner. The syllables were almost believeable, if it werent for the amusement present in the man's tune or the crooked smile upon his features that told the essa otherwise. A lull in their speech occured then, not really an uncomfortable one, but simply an absense of words. Bleached eyes never leave her figure, his presence still blanty proclaimed as if he refused to let her forget that she was not alone in the corner. Then, femine lyrics break the quietness between them, bursting forth through the song to give the baron her name. Faerie... Another grin comes to his lips, the title repeating in the beast's mind, enjoying the way it sounded. The name was exotic, much like his own. Never had he heard of a woman named Faerie before this one and never had his own name been offered to him in greeting or simply through gossip. Of coarse, as was to be expected, Faerie asked for his name in return, forcing the man to come out of his little spell and frown gently as he pondered what answer to give her. Well, my parents named me G`rzeth, but I have shortened to to Zeth around most people now. I prefer not hear the full pronuciation slaughtered.. It probably would have done just as well to shorten the answer to "my name is Zeth" and let it be done with, but for some unknown reason, he had choosen to give her his full name, giving more knowledge on him than what was needed for the fea would end up calling him Zeth just as every other mortal did. Frame had finally fully relaxed against the concrete wall of the building, body paitently waiting for the fatals next words when a strange girl suddenly fell in his direction from the dance floor, instincts instantly kicking in as he inhuman reflexes allowed him to catch the girl before the slammed into the ground. Are you alright? He asked politely, earnest expression quickly turning to one of sour distaste as the smell of alcohol on the woman's breath hit him full in the face as she turned and muttered an unaudible reply, her hand lazily flinging onto his chest while the drunk moved closer to him. Zeth's first thought was to move as quickly away as possible. For one, the lady was not herself and she was touching him which was usually something he avoided if at all possible. Strong hands then grip her shoulders lightly, pulling the unwilling stranger off of him. Almost as soon as some distance was created between them, the lass streached her arms out towards him, reminding the male of a child who wanted to be held by their mother. Surprise flashed in his eyes as the fea suddenly jumped at him, breaking the hold he had held upon her shoulders and pressing herself against him again. Damn. Apparently, she was stronger than she looked. Again, G`rzeth tried to pull her off of him, using a slightly tighter grip, but not inforcing it with his whole strength as he didnt want to hurt her. Uncertainty of what to do next set of panic bells within his cranium and despritely he turned to Faerie, liquids pleading with her pathetically. Ummm... Help?
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Post by delusive on Sept 14, 2009 21:56:34 GMT -5
He didn't intrude her space, and heck, when she said that she meant more the fact here she was, in the same corner as always. She didn't plan on chasing him away, heck, his company wasn't bad at all, in fact it was welcoming to her. He seemed a bit different then most here, as if he wasn't after one thing like most here were, as if he might, just might understand, though she doubted it, all guys in her mind right now seemed to be such jerks. I wasn't trying to be rude... She mumbled, wanting to make that perfectly clear as she let eyes fall on the ground again. Perhaps he wasn't totally wrong about the whole understanding... Mattering exactly what had happened to him, mattering what he was trying to figure out she was connected to somehow. His name? She'd stick with Zeth, because she had a feeling she'd be one of the ones to mess his name up and feel so stupid and bad. Pleasure Zeth. He was the first not to question her on her name, try to figure out if she was telling the truth. It was an odd name, but her mom told her over a million times it fit her perfectly. Faerie... A beautiful and unique name, that was what her mom always said, if that was the case it must not fit, because she was pretty sure in thinking she was far from that, right? Bangs fell over her one eyes as she was glad to have them to hide behind. She watched the girl stumble, watched him help her only to be put in a situation. At first she thought that she should have figured it from him, pretty sure he'd go along with it, but he wasn't, in fact he was asking her to help... How the hell was she to help? Eyes settled on the girl before rolling her eyes. Why should she help him? She had no reason to, and yet she was going to as she moved towards the girl. She could be a threat, in fact she knocked a guy out who dared to call her 'tinker bell' one night at a bar. Rude awakening for him huh? Hey, back off. He isn't interested.... She was ready to drag her off as she knew and predicted she'd need to, unsure why she was helping him yet again. Occs swept over him again, why was he not liking this whole thing of a girl all over him? Geesh, he made no sense.
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Post by Lonestar on Sept 17, 2009 22:43:56 GMT -5
Sigh released some of the tension in the male's chest as surprisingly, Faerie did help him, as he had asked. He had actually expected her to give him a strange look and leaving him to fend for himself. Part of the man wanted to push the stranger away from him and hide behind the lass, but this would be a silly display and it wouldnt be very mature. Thankfully, the girl finally turned her attention away from G`rzeth and to the other lady at the words that could barely be heard over the music. "Excuse me?" Came the slightly dazed reply, the duke's hands letting go of her shoulders as she turned towards the other fea. A strange sort of discomfort settled upon the lad then, orbs looking from one woman to the next in a curious like way while silence and tension filled the air. This was definatly not how he had imagined this turning out when he had first pictured it. Of coarse, not much thought had been put into the plan when the person had come stumbling out of the crowd at him, but hey, give the guy some credit, he was a bit in a uncommon situation for him. Dealing with women didnt really occur often when the only place you had lived your whole life was a rural town up in the mountains. A sudden change in tempo of the sound drew his attention from the pair in front of him and instead towards the dancing crowd, which now grew increasingly bigger as it seemed everyone who had been previously standing idly to the side of the room joined the mass so they could dance to a song that Zeth could only guess was very popular. Without warning, the baron was almost literally pushed backwards until he collided with the wall, trying to avoid bumping into anyone while they were dancing. Unfortuantly, at that point in time, there was no where else to go and he felt the strange sensation of the walls within his mind closing in around him, something that he had not experienced since childhood. Oh crap. Not this. Not here. Not now! The faces that blurred in his vision were shut out as shades closed tightly over light hued blue pools, fingers flying towards his face to grasp forehead at the temples as the once regular breathing jumped into a sporadic heaving. Deep breaths. Dont freak like usual. This is not home. No one can see it. The man was clastrophobic, not completely werid considering the body size of the Hunter who resided just below the surface and also when his background was taken into consideration. Several minutes ticked by unnoticed, a loud pounding in his ears blocking out almost all background noise for only the faint beat of the rythum could be recongized. Slowly, respiration began to return to normal, the panic attack ebbing away as the drake forced himself to calm down. It was an unpredicible thing, these spells of intense fear. Sometimes they happened when they were least expected, and others, they remained dormant even when space around the immortal became limited. It was simply sheer rotten luck that this time had been one of those times where he had felt the effects of the phobia when it was least wanted.
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Post by delusive on Nov 28, 2009 11:12:32 GMT -5
Oh crap... Why was it the girl had to be pissed.... Or better yet, why was it the girl had to be pissed at her. Bitting her lip she immediately hated the fact she had stepped in, yet eyes darted to Zeth as he seemed to move off so suddenly, hitting the wall. What was wrong with him? Confusion and curiosity were rising inside of her, feuding there way out. The girl stood, as if expecting her to say something. Instead Faerie just shook her head shrugged and turned around, not really wanting to deal with it. I'm pretty sure you heard me." She muttered glancing back to where he was. Should she approach? Should she ask if he was okay? Or should she leave him alone like he might just want? She noticed his panic almost and just couldn't let it pass. No, no no... that would just be wrong. So she approached, avoiding all the bodies she could. Once she finally made it over to him she cleared her throat as if to say something but more or less unsure how to help, how to calm him. Eyes ran over him, looking for anything major. "Are you okay...? Do you need something to drink maybe?" She was noticing his panic beginning to ebb away, but she still watched carefully, ready to call nine one one in case something was truly wrong with him. Perhaps he needed some fresh air... Perhaps he hated people too, perhaps he got the same feeling she did when there were too many, staring, perhaps it was something totally different and she was just allowing her mind to go on a complete babble spree. "There might be a bench outside, get some fresh air.... You know?" She felt stupid, like she was somehow guessing and coming up short everywhere, as though panic had now risen in her instead.
[[sorry it's short and took so long D:]]
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Post by Lonestar on Nov 29, 2009 1:01:41 GMT -5
Gaze lifted to meet Faerie's doe eyes at her question, having only now processed the other question that had come earlier during his panic attack. Tongue licked dried lips before the parted to release sound, but none came out, the male' throat still so dry that speech was nearly impossible. Instead, Zeth just nodded his head violently, before reaching out suddenly for the girl's arm before heading for the back door and leaving the other girl who had broke from the crowd and clung to the male earlier in their wake. Perhaps the lass hadnt ment she would join him outside by her offer, but just then, the bloke did not think of such things, nor did he realize just how rude he had been by simply gripping her wrist and nearly dragging the fatal towards the back. Breathing had started to accelerate again while they neared the door, anxiety nearly over powering as the need to suddenly be out of the hell pit they were currently in grew in multiples with each passing second. Side slammed into the door's push latch with nearly all of the drake's strength, hold upon the lady's arm having unknowning tightened, and then, they were outside, the door slamming shut behind them. Now, with the chill night air surrounding him, G`rzeth let lids slide over bleached depths and frame to relax, respiration normal once more as chest heaved only in a deep sigh. Fingers had loosened and allowed the essa's limb to fall to her side while his own hung uselessly by his hip. Moments pass slowly, the dull sounds of car's honking far off being the duke's soothing lullaby before shades eventually opened and front twisted to look at the maiden, a small grateful smile upon lips before he saw her expression. Instantly, the recent events flooded into his mind and an intense feeling of stupidity and remourse filled his frame, banishing the grin immediatly.Damn it. Do forgive me Faerie, I dont know what I was thinking. Hell, I wasnt thinking at all. I should not have grabbed you like that. I will get you back in, if you want. How hard did I clench? Vocals were cracked and dry, but the condition of the immortal's throat really wasnt on the forefront of his mind at current. Orbs were busy inspecting her wrist from where he stood, wanting to get a closer look to make sure he had not over stepped his bounds and crushed her bones during his mindless dash, but not daring to take a step towards her. There was no telling how she felt right now. As far as Zeth was concerned, he had violated her personal space and her freedom when he had brought her out here. He knew that if he had not wanted to let her go, she would not have been able to wiggle loose from his grip and at the time when he had taken her, he had needed company and so the beast inside had acted instinctivly and provided it. No blame would be shot her way if she slapped him or punched him in the face right then. It wouldnt really hurt him physically and he deserved it. Shit, he had probably ruined any chance of further conversation with her by doing as he had. She had been slightly standoffish and definatly had given off the no-touchy-go-fuck-yourself vibe inside the building and he had completely crossed that line. Scenario in mind, the baron braced himself for what he expected to come, hoping she would hurry up so he didnt feel like such a jerk.
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Post by delusive on Nov 30, 2009 16:50:01 GMT -5
She had expected him to faint for a moment, but he seemed to wish to surprise her it almost seemed as he so suddenly grabbed her and rushed outside, pressure put on her wrist as she winced some at the pain, wanting to know how one could be strong. At that moment horrifying thoughts were running through her head... Her and guys had a bad past and here he was, uber strong for some reason, pulling her out back. That did not sit well in Faerie's mind. Somehow through her panic she managed to stay breathing and calm. Eyes closed and she bit her lip to keep herself distracted from the other pain. Why was he doing this to her? Why on earth was he terrifying her? She hadn't wanted to be afraid of him, he had seemed, for a moment, the only male she'd even bother conversating with, and he was punishing her by doing this? Finally when he released her she back isntantly, glancing at her wrist then him, an almost hurt in her eyes as she just shook her head at his words. Don't be was all she mumbled half heartedly, grabbing her wrist and looking at it herself. Nothing seemed broken, but how it did ache in protest. It's okay, I had wanted to leave anyways... that wasn't a lie, but now he had made her want to run home, to get away from everything. She said nothing about her wrist nor did she plan on it. What was there to say? 'You scared the shit out of me and now my wrist hurts like hell.' How horrible did that sound. She didn't need to be rude, nor did she need to jump to judgements here, though right now she was still jumping to those conclusions, unable to help it as everything lately seemed to cause such pain.
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Post by Lonestar on Nov 30, 2009 23:28:33 GMT -5
Ivory sprinkled eyes watched the lady's face as she replied, stance hardening at the conflict between her body language and her words. Mask became stone while mind moved restlessly within thick skull. Why does she feel the need to hide from me? This repeated over and over, the male not being able to banish it from his mind. Gaze had directed towards the concrete walkway, tracing the lines of the seemingly smooth surface with his vision. How bad does it hurt? Truthfully. Orbs lifted to meet her pools then, holding the depths before attention moved down to her wrist, fingers itching to inspect the wrist themselves. A few moments passed with the uneasiness between them continuing without fault, the man having to shift his weight from one leg to the other. Although Zeth was still a bit unsure of whether or not it would be a good idea to approach Faerie at all, the bloke did move closer to her, against his better judgement. Slowly, arm reached out towards her hand, palm sliding along the back of her lower arm which connected to the wrist he had grabbed. Cobalt optics watched the maiden's face as he did so, hoping he was not going too far. Didgets had not closed around the flesh, leaving it open for the woman to pull away if she wanted. The last thing he needed to do now was to invade once again in her private space.
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