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Post by priscilla on Sept 14, 2009 21:41:45 GMT -5
Maia took one look at the line that stretched back endlessly and quickly turned and walked away from Pandemonium. She didn't want to have to wait forever to get inside then be bored to tears once she got inside. But it wasn't like she hadn't expected it. It was a Saturday night, of course people, and downworlders, would be clamoring to get into Pandemonium. Her want and need to do something other than sit around her apartment had caused her to go to the club, but it looked like she was going to have to go somewhere else to entertain herself for tonight. She paused at the curb and thought for a moment. Where else could she go that would offer the same things as Pandemonium, yet not the crowd?
After a minute or two, she began to walk again. She couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it in the first place. The Half-Moon Bar probably wouldn't be too crowded and she hadn't been there in awhile. Maia felt a bit guilty about that. Work and daily life had kept her busy, and ever since she moved out of the police station she had seen her pack/werewolf buddies a lot less than she had used to. Moving out had seemed to be the best thing at the time though. The station had begun to get a little to cramped for her taste and she wanted a change of scenery anyway. Despite this though, she missed her pack. She resolved to visit her pack more and go to The Moon instead of Pandemonium.
In what seemed like no time, Maia arrived at The Moon. She walked into the familiar bar with a smile on her face. It felt like it had been so long since she'd been here. She ordered her usual drink from Freaky Pete, who hadn't changed in the weeks she hadn't been here, and called out a few greetings to some friends. After Pete handed her her drink she turned around and walked aimlessly to the cluster of tables near the back. Where should she sit?
[/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/color][/b] TAGGING: [/COLOR] Elric! WORD COUNT:[/color] 346 LISTENING TO:[/color] Perfect by Simple Plan EXTRA STUFF:[/color] Sorry it's a bit short/crappy. I'm pressed for time.[/left][/size] |
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Post by cammeo on Sept 15, 2009 13:44:33 GMT -5
` is it my obligation !? [/size]  ` to tell you everything's fine,
when it's not !?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] A rather young-looking male sat in the far back tables rubbing his cheek with an absent look on his face. Four neat cuts traced along his skin, but with every rub they grew smaller and fainter. His mouth was twisted into a rather unpleased form, his eyes staring at the seat in front of him where a woman had previously been seated. She had been so sweet to him in the beginning, just as he had been to her. Normally he didn't imagine werewolves knowing the name of vampires well, but this woman had certainly known of a vampire beauty named Julia. He would usually use his previous dates names along with some sappy story, but today she had recognized who he spoke of and left him to sit there alone, sulking. It wasn't everyday he was turned down, and she hadn't left him without a present, either. Most often it would be something nice if a girl left, but of course every now and again he was left with scratches, broken dishes, ringing ears or a bit of poison in his veins... literally.
With a sigh he looked at his hand. The red coloration was gone and the sting of his cheek was as well. Time to get back to work. The crowd had settled down, now, and there was bound to be new women headed in. He may be new here, but he wasn't about to lose his reputation just because of that. Somehow he would manage to rebuild here. It was quite the adventure, too. He'd already dated two vampires and a faerie. He's only been here a week, too. He needed to spread his range, though, which was why he'd chosen a hotspot for werewolves to scope out.
Speaking of, here came a beauty right now. She was a werewolf, too, which was an even better plus. With a grin he looked her over once, taking in every detail hopefully before she would notice he was even staring.
She had a beautiful body. Not tiny, but not big. She was of the perfect size, it seemed. Her brown hair would feel good to run his fingers through, he imagined, but now he was getting ahead of himself. There were two types of beauties: the type that only dated to have a man fawn over her and the type that was sweet and adoring who was into finding the "right type" of man. Judging from her appearance alone he would guess her to be the latter. Her gait was friendly and not intimidating much like a woman who thought highly of herself would be. Her smile as she greeted others was so pure it made his head hurt, but in a good way. It was adorable, almost like the purity of a child's smile, but she was of course old enough to not be considered a child anymore.
He raised a brow as she obtained her drink and began to wander toward the back. This would be his perfect chance. He put on his best smile- the kind that gentle women like: one that wasn't flirtatious but shy- and waited for her to come closer. Once she did, he spoke up.
"Excuse me, miss." He looked up, his cheeks even managing to flush. His accent was as thick as the smell of wet dog in here. "You wouldn't be lookin' for a spot, now, would ya? You can have a seat right here." He waved his hand toward the seat in front of him. "Mah date never showed up, it seems. T'would be a shame to go a day without a pretty face." His cheeks flushed even darker, but he continued to look into her eyes with the utmost honesty. The ladies loved that, it seemed. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words, 624
tag, Maia
translation, none necessary
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Post by priscilla on Sept 22, 2009 18:31:33 GMT -5
Maia had just reached the tables when a guy spoke to her, offering her a seat at his table. She didn't know his name and had never seen before in her life, but his nice smile and charming accent pulled her in. After tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she smiled at him. "You got stood up, huh? Why in the world would someone stand a guy like you up?" She set her drink down on the table and sat down across from him, keeping eye contact the whole time. He didn't look like a werewolf, but it was too early to know for sure; he could be a mundane for all she knew. Hopefully he wasn't. Not that she didn't like mundanes, it was just easier to steer clear of them than try to explain this world.
But if he was a mundane he would need to have the sight to even know that The Moon existed. Maia hadn't know that many mundanes with the sight before, they were very rare. A very valuable treasure in some people's eyes and a threat in others. She mentally shook herself and refocused on what was going on around her. To make it look like she hadn't just gotten lost in her thoughts she took a small sip of her drink and crunched some ice in her mouth. She should really learn not to let her thoughts run away from her when she was meeting a new person for the first time, it would probably make her seem rude and scatter-brained. And for some reason Maia wanted this charming stranger to only think the best of her.
"I've never seen you before. Have you been in New York long?" She felt compelled to make conversation with the guy, partly because she felt sorry he had been stood up and partly because she didn't want to start thinking about other, random things again. And his accent intrigued her, she'd never even been out of the United States. He probably had an interesting life story to go with his accent, maybe he would tell her about it sometime. Maia resisted the urge to laugh out loud after thinking that. It sounded like some sort of cheesy pick up line that guys use to get girls to go on dates. She smiled to herself and vowed to punch any guy who ever tried to use a lame line like that on her.
Fighting the giggles again, she thought fleetingly of a past boyfriend who had been chockful of those stupid sayings. 'Are you tired? Cause you've been running through my mind all day long.' 'Did it hurt when you fell from the sky?' And her personal favorite- 'Do you have a map? Cause I'm lost in your eyes.' It had been sort of sweet until he began to repeat them to other girls when he thought she wasn't listening. Maia had sworn to never listen to a guy who used lines like that, but there was just something about this guy that made her want to get to know him. He had an air of mystery about him, a quality that most guys were lacking. She took another sip of her drink and stared at him. So far, he had revealed nothing to make his mysterious ways any clearer. But with time, she would be able to figure him out.
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Post by cammeo on Oct 12, 2009 9:22:46 GMT -5
` is it my obligation !? [/size] ` to tell you everything's fine,
when it's not !?- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -[/center] And he struck the landing. He gave a wide, playful grin like a cat as she sat herself down. She was gorgeous. Just his type. Shallow? Absolutely. But hey, he was a warlock, and if anything got too troublesome he could just jet out of there or lock her in some sort of magical box. Perhaps a collar and leash? Woah. Lets not get too far ahead.
"I 'aven't the slightest clue why," he replied with a small shrug of his shoulders, "Perhaps she didn't like the accent?" And to this he gave a low chuckle, watching her as she seemed to space out momentarily and cover it up with a drink. He had dated too many woman to let any sort of dazed look go unnoticed. This wasn't a dreamy sort of look, but a thoughtful one as if considering something of significance.
He straightened up at her next question, shaking his head. "Nope. Came down here from Ireland not long ago. Though I'd sight see. See the sights." He smiled, "You know?" He rested an elbow on the table and placed his chin in his hand. She seemed happy about something, but certainly not what he had said. Again, she seemed rather lost in her own world. It was... cute.
He had already examined her enough before she had even come over here, and now all that was left to examine every body movement above the table besides her chest. That would be the last thing he would ever examine on a woman. Something about a man's eyes should always be on hers. Yeah, yeah.
"By the way," he added suddenly, "Name's Elric." His deep brown eyes still never left hers. If he was going to win a short date, he would make it a good one. Soon enough she would be wanting more, surely. He could wait for that moment, too. It wasn't like he didn't have forever. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - words, 317
tag, Maia
translation, none necessary
other, sorry about the length. muse is running dangerously low.
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