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Post by titan on Oct 5, 2008 1:26:10 GMT -8
Requiem paced outside Addison Belmont's humble abode. He'd only met her the other night but he could tell that she could be a valuable asset in his feedings. Not to mention that she wasn't bad to look at either. He knew he should probably stop pacing soon. He probably looked creepy lurking out here this way, despite his good looks. And he happened to know that another friend of Miss Belmont lived around here though he wasn't sure which one. Though if they were a friend of Addy's they were sure to be extremely entertaining - just as she was
Despite his recent train of thought, Requiem continued his pacing. The King of Indecision.
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Post by simone thyssen on Oct 25, 2008 19:16:26 GMT -8
Simone'sback was killing her. Her first week at Vegas High School and her teachers had poured on the homework as though they had absolutely no sympathy for the new girl. Her English teacher had even been so kind as to assign a research project, hence the aching back. She'd had to make a trip to the library after class and in the end had wound up taking 8 encyclopedia size books home.
She let out a sigh of relief when she saw her apartment just up ahead. She and her family were living here until their new house was built in the suburban side of town. Simone would be so glad to be further away from the city. Vegas was a bit much for her. She was a simple sort of girl and all the lights and the noise were simply off putting. Not to mention their neighbor upstairs had absolutely no respect, blaring her music and having people over at all hours of the night.
As she neared the steps her shoulders suddenly felt lighter, all of the weight that had been on her back suddenly gone with the sound of a loud clud. Simone froze in place. Of course...it never failed, anything that could happen would and at the worst possible time. She turned around and looked at her various books, splayed all over the sidewalk. She shook her head, kneeling down to pick them up, murmuring a slur of French obscenities that would have made her father blush.
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Post by titan on Oct 26, 2008 10:36:26 GMT -8
Minding his own business, that's what he's doing. Minding his own damn business. Riiiiip. Well, there it is then.
Two instincts war inside him. One - Paroxysm - says, "Fresh meat," in his mind, while the other argues that he should help the girl down the way with her stuff and then leave. It is a combination of the two that emerges as Requiem strides lithely to where she is kneeling.
"Might I be of some assistance?" he asks formally, his tone one of satin sheets and midnight sins. Yep, he's definitely got the voice down. He takes the moment before she answers to look her over. Slim figure, long blondish hair, delicious looking lips...mmm. Good choice on coming over here, he decides.
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Post by simone thyssen on Oct 28, 2008 13:01:56 GMT -8
Simone was still mumbling to herself in aggravated French when a shadow cast over her from behind. Her hand halted on one of her various books for a moment as the eerie sensation of eyes on her back swept over her. A chill ran up her spine and all of this before she heard him speak. She resisted the urge to look behind her, but as soon as that smooth velvet tone touched her ears the curiosity was all but impossible to resist, "Might I be of some assistance?" he asked.
Simone did look then, her upper body twisting around so she could tilt her face up to his. Immediately her voice caught in her throat because he was beautiful. She knew the word sounded out of place when describing a man, but despite that she found it to be undeniably true. He was striking, his icy blue eyes seemingly out of place amongst Asian features, his blond hair almost white against his light olive skin tone; his almost androgynous features. He was nothing else if not beautiful…and he was talking to her?
Simone licked her lips involuntarily, clearing her throat to loosen her vocal cords, which seemed to be frozen in place, “Uhm…sure…thank you,” she stammered over her words, feeling like an idiot.
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