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Post by Rachel Stryker on Feb 19, 2011 17:10:40 GMT -5
 .x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker
Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune
Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
Three years... That was how long Rachel had been here. Possibly a little over three. Rachel had stopped counting after the first few months, and only the chiming of the New Years Bell reminded her of how long it'd been since she'd seen the ones she loved. But Rachel couldn't go back. Not with them, their presence, their lust for her species, hot on her tail. Rachel was a one of a kind, and there was really no way she could ever be free unless she... Killed them all. It was run, hide or fight. And, knowing the ability they had to compromise even her own thoughts, Rachel had refrained from making any kind of log, physical or mental, of her travels. She didn't know where she was; she didn't know where she'd been. All she knew was that wherever she was, it was cold. Wherever she was, the coffee was warm... The beverage kept her going. Her breath, its warmth quite obviously visible, drew in and out slowly as she stared at her half-empty cup. She could drink a gallon of straight espresso and have it not effect her in the slightest. One of the perks of being Volturi's Most Wanted.
"It's best not to think about it..." she murmured into her drink before taking a sip. The scalding temperature jolted her awake more effectively than any drug ever could.
You see, alertness was not only a hard thing to come by lately, but it was also a neccessity. She needed to be able to judge that uneasy feeling that always seemed to mean vampires were nearby (or that she had left her keys behind and needed to go back and find them before she suspected someone of vampirism and near-killed them in a fit of rage); if she was tired, she'd come to realise that feeling was supressed. And so Rachel pigged out on coffee - spiked with an iron-rich milk-drink powder she'd picked up in a country she could only identify as Australia due to the appearance of a kangaroo - and pretended to believe everything was perfectly fine. There was nothing waiting beyond the tinted glass window of the little, though anything but quiet, Forks coffeeshop. There was nothing waiting in that world to kill her. She was perfectly safe in her cemetery drive refuge...
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Post by Mike Newton on Feb 20, 2011 11:40:12 GMT -5
Mike walked into the coffee shop in Forks, he walked over to the counter and bought a large cup of coffee. He drank it straight, so he walked over to one of the tables in the middle of the room. Mike had just graduated from the University of Washington, with a business. He planned to manage his family's store, Newton's Outfitter, which retailed outdoor clothing and supplies, for the various outdoor recreation opportunities that Forks offered. He hadn't visited his hometown since he graduated and to his knowledge he didn't know anyone in town his own age.
As he looked around the room, he noticed a young women sitting by the window watching carefully and studying each person walking in, as if she was expecting someone, probably a lover he decided. As she was the only person in the shop his age, he tried to observe her carefully. She had long black hair, at least from what he could notice in the dim light that was characteristic of most places in Forks, pale skin. The first thing that came to Mike's mind was that she was related to the Cullens, a family that he grew up with through high school.
With that conclusion, it was unlikely that he would approach the woman on his own, the Cullen were a seclusive group who basically shunned attempts with the exception of one that Mike only knew too well, he still lived with the pain of that relationship that was never given a chance. In his mind, whomever the woman was waiting for would be coming soon, and he would sweep her off her feet. That said, Mike found it difficult not to steal glances at the woman in between sips of her coffee, but she was very attractive to look at, and probably used to it.
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Post by Rachel Stryker on Feb 23, 2011 3:46:46 GMT -5
.x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker
Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune
Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
Relaxing was a hard thing to do... It required total override of one's sense of personal protection. It required the ability to ignore when one considered herself in danger; this was an ability Rachel lacked. She'd spent a good amount of time attempting to overcome this paranoia, but realised it was more rational and neccesary than relaxing ever would be. The sense that told her 'run. Run. Get out' was screaming in her head. She stiffened visibly, her nervous glance around the room and her rapid inhalation revealing no threat. Why? Why did she feel so odd?
The eyes of a boy - a good few years older than she was physically, but maybe about the same - caught hers. He was looking at her. Rachel forgot the threatened feel in that instant, her attention draw towards instead glaring at him with narrowed eyes. Perhaps if she death-glared him long enough - though Rachel wore none of her vampiric makeup or the red contacts she'd favoured four years ago - he would shudder, stop looking and leave her to caffeinate herself to death. Momentarily Rachel longed for her old pink knife, and found herself fantasizing over what it could do. Not that she would actually follow through, but a girl could dream you know. And Rachel had a lot of pent-up angst that needed to eventually be released somewhere. She hadn't so much as traced her father's scent in over three years.
And so she glared, her blue eyes appearing a whole lot more angry than she would ever really follow through on. Her body was stiff; her pink cheeks were flushed and her long hair hanging down around her face. It came to Rachel's attention that she really should cut it sometime soon, but she didn't see any point in that right now. Long hair gave her somewhere to hide...
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Post by Mina Carmilla Smith on Feb 23, 2011 9:00:41 GMT -5
MINA CARMILLA SMITH
[/blockquote] Mina had little to do in the early hours of the day. JJ seemed to sleep only between the hours of 9 am till around 6pm, which gave Mina several hours of relative freedom. Freedom she spent moping around Forks. She had little urge to explore beyond the small town, as she knew that if she ventured further afield, she would have little time to explore as she would have to travel home (if thats what you want to call the dingy one room apartment she was forced to live in). Mina felt the moist air on her cheeks; it was sure to rain any minute now. So she pulled open the door to the little coffee shop, hearing the tinkle of the bell which announced her arrival. She sauntered over to the bar, her 5 inch heels clip-clopping on the black and white floor tiles. Everyone in the bar new she was a Working Girl, and the disapproving eyes of the customers followed her every move. So, quite purposefully she leant seductively over the bar, showing as much cleavage as possible. "Hey, one cup of steaming joe." she called sweetly to the bar man. As she waited for her drink, she turned around on her barstool to survey her surroundings, resting her elbows back on the bar. She crossed her legs, letting yet more calf skin show. Across from her she saw the blue-eyed guy, Mike she thought, from Newtons Outfitters. He was cute, but in a preppy sorta way. Far too good for Mina. An old couple were sipping away at their coffee's, averting their eyes away from Mina. She half-smiled as she remebered the large tip the man had given her only a week ago. He stole a glance before blushing an turning away. Further down the bar a goth girl was sitting, nursing a half drunk cup of coffee. Mina hadn't seen her before. She seemed edgy, perhaps she was high? It seemed unlikely, as she had a really healthy glow about her cheeks. As the barman handed Mina her coffee, she slipped off the bar stool, cup in hand. She walked quickly over to the girl, and perched on the bar stool next to hers. "Hey girl. You're not from round here are ya? Mah' Names Mina..." she proffered her free hand. Even though Mina rarely made friends, this girl seemed like a fellow outcast. TAGGING TAG* !
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Post by Mike Newton on Feb 23, 2011 21:42:03 GMT -5
Mike was watching the girl, when she started looking around. Her eyes finally focused on himself, she didn't smile but she actually began to stare him down. Inwardly Mike was chuckling inside at this childish game that the girl was playing, he was tempted to play along when a bell rang signaling a new customer.
After a short clip clop of some boots walking on the floor, the owner of the boots stepped into Mike's view, he couldn't resist following her to the counter with his eyes. The girl had long blond hair that went to her shoulder, and nicely painted red lips. The girl was dressed to be eye candy and played the part well. The girl's bosom was proudly available for all the guys to see, and ladies to envy.
After the girl ordered her coffee she turned around and looked around and surveyed the shop. For a short moment, her eyes focused on Mike. He look back over at the other girl to see what she was doing, but Mike could feel the blush in his cheeks as the new girl gave him the once over. The other girl was only interested in her coffee right now. Mike took a sip of his, while he heard clip clop of the boots again. Not knowing where they were going, Mike's heart skipped a beat wondering. But soon the new girl was sitting down and talking to the other girl, but he could tell they weren't aquaintances.
Mike sighed, it was going to be a long summer if this was all Forks had to offer. You can have stare down contests with the black haired lady. Or well Mike hated to make judgments about people he never met, but from the looks the other girl was getting. He took a quick glance at the girls and took another sip of coffee.
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Post by Rachel Stryker on Feb 24, 2011 7:02:40 GMT -5
.x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker
Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune
Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
It felt like everyone was looking at her... Like the eyes of the whole shop were suddenly trained on her, and nothing she could do - no death stare she could give, no threats she could shout into the air - would ever make them stop. She was making too much of an impression here... People would remember her. If anyone came knocking, came looking to find her, there would be too much that could be sifted from their thoughts. She should be gone... But people had already noticed her, and so it was too late. Perhaps she could protect their thoughts, alter their mental processes temporarily to avoid them being in an easy place to locate. And in doing such, she could protect them from harm as well as herself.
This was who Rachel really was. The girl who didn't, honestly, want to see anyone hurt.
The sound of boots - they were coming toward her - annoyed her slightly. She didn't bother look up, setting her coffee down in front of her in favour of a stare out the window. It was only at the sound of the voice she looked up. Flinching automatically at the hand offered to her, Rachel wasn't sure what to think. Blonde hair, a little too much showing... She knew where her mind went, but where it should be might just be a different question. She wasn't sure whether to hold this person at arm's length and be pleasant, or run for the hills right now. Rachel remembered bad experiences with people who looked like her.
"Rachel. I'm new." She shrugged, her features forced into apathy. A dangerous emotion. Her eyes were still caught suspiciously on the hand, avoiding it though she was wearing the usual gloves - fingerless, cut off just before the first finger joint, but gloves nonetheless. The flicker of the smallest movement, one she'd been watching for, was caught in her peripheral vision. Too fast, Rachel spun her head to glare at him again. "You! Take a picture, dammit! It'll last longer, moreso than you will if you keep looking at me!"
Perhaps she should kill everyone, quit while she was still in some way ahead, cut her losses and head back to Winnipeg. Maybe Dad would be looking for her there.
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Post by Mina Carmilla Smith on Feb 26, 2011 17:19:37 GMT -5
MINA CARMILLA SMITH
[/blockquote] Mina let her hand fall down onto the bar, making a rather loud 'slap' sound. She wanted to embarrass this Rachel kid as much as she had embarrassed her. The girl suddenly span around, Mina literally blinked and she had moved. Freaky. The girl hollered at Mike, who obviously thought that Rachel was cute. And in fact she was, with her bright blue eyes, flushed pink cheeks, and un-earthly beauty. If Mina didn't think twice about, she might have crushed on her too. But Mina quickly put that thought to the back of her mind, she couldn't go through 'that' again. Mina laughed out loud, she couldnt help respecting the girls chutzpah. "Girl, loosen up! It's not often this sleepy lil' town gets some fresh blood'. Mina giggled into her coffee. She liked this girl, she reminded her, of her. "Damn, your edgy. Why you so on edge?". Mina pulled a cigarette out of her pocket, at lit it with her Barbie pink Zippo in one fluid movement. She took a long drag, letting the smoke burn through her chest. She exhaled three smoke rings from her red lips, then let a fluid cloud of the grey smoke out in one long sigh. "Do you smoke?" She said offering Rachel her packet. TAGGING TAG* !
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Post by Mike Newton on Feb 26, 2011 19:17:20 GMT -5
Mike slowly turned around in his chair so he didn't face the girls. He had some work to do at the store before opening and his coffee was just about done. He picked his coat up uncovering the money bag from the store. It was full from the week's sales and tomorrow Mike was going to Port Angeles to turn the cash in, he figured he would get some camping in the National Park nearby. Mike wanted to buy a lock box to increase cash security and this was one of the reasons why. After Mike put on his coat, he walked over and got a refill.
Mike's opinion of Raechel, he did catch the name was that she was a loner, uncertain of what she was looking for. He was surprised also by how quick she was and wondered if she was some kind of spy. She was cute, but Mike wasn't ready to deal with her unpredictability and she didn't seem to be looking for friends. Mina was cute and very attractive, the kind of gal that men went gaga over. He frowned when he noticed the smell of smoking lofting toward him, being an athlete himself, he didn't think much of the smoking habit. Mina was at least approachable, but Mike would have to wait and see.
Mike got his coffee, and grabbed his stuff from the counter, he waved to a couple of his neighbors as he walked by. His peripheral vision caught sight of the two girl chatting together, he sighed, uncertain whether to acknowledge their presence. He was planning on going to the Forks night club and hoped that Forks had more to offer a young bachelor like him. He walked quietly to the door and opened it.
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Post by Rachel Stryker on Mar 1, 2011 5:02:25 GMT -5
.x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker
Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune
Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
Why you so on edge?
It was a bit of a stupid question... But then, this girl was so completely oblivious. Protective stupidity, Rachel liked to call it. Humans ignored anything that they didn't understand, in favour of being able to sleep at night. She couldn't really begrudge them... They didn't have a horde of evil vampires constantly on their tail. The smell of smoke almost made Rachel gag; she could feel the scent's coarse texture in the back of her throat. The boy had stopped looking at him, though, and that made Rachel quite happy. She really didn't want to have to hurt him.
"Nein, not my thing," she shrugged, a little too bored to object more stronger. Placing the cup on the table in front of her, Rachel reached for the lighter and completely ignored the cigarette packet. Her fingers expertly flicked it, as if she'd smoked for years, and she set to work charring her serviette. "Fire, though, yeah." The fire caught on quicker than she'd expected, though, and Rachel glared. Dropping the lighter and then the serviette beside it, she stamped the flame out with her fist. "Bloody paper... Usually doesn't do that." And now there was a nasty burn on the side of her hand; Rachel did her best to ignore it. It'd heal quickly enough.
"Okay. I'm going to stop setting crap on fire now." Perhaps she was lightening up a little too much around this chick, who she still didn't like. Who was smoking: something Rachel found at the very least slightly irritating. And not because it offended her in some way. Just because of the way it smelled. "Where you from?" The curious but insincere tones in her voice were just a little too obvious...
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Post by Mina Carmilla Smith on Mar 3, 2011 10:35:10 GMT -5
MINA CARMILLA SMITH
[/blockquote] Mike got up to leave. Mina almost never felt worried about offending people, but a slight twinge of guilt twisted through her gut as he got up to leave. She hadn't wanted wanted to offend him by speaking to Rachel. Mina took a drag of her fag, which was obviously annoying the goth. Good. She breathed out one long silken puff. "So, smoking ain't your thing. But pyromania is?" Mina laughed one short laugh. She wasn't impressed with this kid. But something about her was mysterious, and a bit of intrigue was something Mina couldnt help being intrested in. She asked where Mina was from, but in a way that meant she was in no way intrested. She decided to play the blonde dumb, she was way too intrested in this kid. "No idea originally, my Mom abandonded me when I was a baby. But I lived in a Childrens Home in Seattle till I was 15..." Mina stubbed out her cigarette in her coffee cup, a bit too angrily. Mina leaned over to the girl, and in a very quite whisper, almost menacingly Mina said. "But you... There's something about you, Rachel. I'm guessing its something either illegal or really tragic... Something about you means I feel uncomfortable sitting here. But that just makes me wanna know more about ya." TAGGING RACHEL, MIKE!
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Post by Rachel Stryker on Mar 4, 2011 3:10:01 GMT -5
.x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker
Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune
Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
Rachel raised her eyebrows as the girl questioned her love of fire, but fortunately not the fact she currently had a rapidly-healing burn on the side of her hand. "Yeah. That's about right, you know. Fire's about half as likely to kill me." She eyed the lighter and burnt napkin, not really sure what to do about them. This wasn't exactly normal for Rachel, but perhaps the closest she'd come in a good while yet. But then the girl leaned close, and Rachel found the unbelievable urge to slap her away. "'Course there's something about me, kid. But you're waaay off. I'm a vampire. I eat kids like you for breakfast."
Her sarcasm was all too evident, as was her cynical laugh. It was just one of those 'drop it and leave it alone' kind of things. Rachel leaned back in her chair, putting a small amount of physical distance between herself and the human; she could smell the blood, and it was making her thirsty; if Mina wasn't careful she'd end up like her namesake but twice as dead.
"I'll go through this slowly, so you can understand it." During the course of the conversation, she'd at some point dropped the accent aquired from her heritage. "If it was illegal, why would I tell? If it was tragic, I'd be spillin' my guts to anyone who came near. If it was neither, I still wouldn't tell. But I might be close to willing to break your arm just for my own personal amusement... Ever pissed off a vampire before?"
Sometimes, telling someone outright was the best way to convince them you were bluffing and thus the best way to hide your secrets. If nobody believed your truthful words, you could tell the world and they wouldn't understand.
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Post by Mina Carmilla Smith on Mar 4, 2011 14:04:36 GMT -5
MINA CARMILLA SMITH
[/blockquote] Mina stared at the girl. She was obviously as freakish as her appearance, and not in a good way. The burn on her hand seemed to be disappearing at an alarming rate, which sorta made Mina think of Wolverine from Xmen. Huh, she thought, thats pretty cool. “I smoke because if I get cancer or whatever I'll thank God, because living aint worth it.” Mina huffed, and turned her head to look out the window, delibrtly avoiding the girls gaze. Mina felt like she was being interigated, and not the other way round. The girls next comment washed over her head the first time. Mina blinked and turned back to her. The girl laughed. Mina replayed the comment in her head, certain she must have miss heard her. “I'm a Vampire.” Mina laughed, one short hysterical burst of sound before stuffing her fist in her mouth to stop the giggles escaping. Rachel continued, seemingly oblivious to the mounting hysteria in Mina. She stopped immediately when Rachel reffered to breaking her arm. Mina smiled ruedully. ”Well, if you were a Vampire, I'd offer you my neck right her, right now and say, drink me dry. But as your clearly a psycho or some weird Anne Rice cultist, I'd say 'Lemme get your meds for you'.” Mina snorted.
But in actual fact, in her subconscious mind hoping, beyond all reason, that this girl was right. You see, one of the only ways Mina actually got through her long, dark and terrifying nights was by imagining Brad Pitt's Louis coming to save her. Hell, she'd even have taken the baby-doll Claudia. Mina knew she wanted to die, and actually revelled in the idea of it. Her life was so incredibly hellish, she'd even have payed a vampire to kill her in a most dramatic way possible.
“No, I cant say I have. But if they all act as bloody rude as you how do they romance damsels before they suck their blood? And, by the way, if your trying to scare me, people have broken my arms and legs before. You see...” she leant over to the girl who was clearly trying to put distance between them “I'm as much as a slave to my captor as you are to blood. I'm not afraid of anything, because, my friend, I've seen everything before. I've seen my best friend stabbed, hell, I've even stabbed someone.” Mina snapped her mouth shut. She'd said to much. But something about Rachel meant she wanted some sort of connection with her. She was desperate, but not stupid.
She checked over to the barman. He hadnt heard anything. Mina grabbed her cigarrettes and snatched up her Zippo. With quaking hands, she lit another cigarette. And memory triggers of that fateful night back in June made her fearful.
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Post by Rachel Stryker on Mar 4, 2011 18:34:20 GMT -5
.x. .x. Rachel Jane Stryker
Madness is a Nuisance, and No One is Immune
Your Sister, Mum or Daughter may Become a Raving Loon
Rachel could see the eyes on her hand, and she resisted the urge to pull it away and sit on it. There was a lot you could tell from the way a person's features were arranged. Perhaps she'd gone too far with the vampire thing, and this girl was starting to believe her, but Rachel kept up the mentality of this Mina just being another human she could play with.
"Anne Rice..." She rolled her eyes, scoffing. "That woman... So many things wrong. Burning in the sun? Seriously? That was never part of the deal before she came around."
Perhaps she should be going along with what Mina came out with, letting her create her own image, but Rachel had a tendancy to slap people who consistently got their lore wrong. And that was a lot of people. So she figured it'd be best to set this girl straight from the start and stop her from getting any stupid ideas like trying to stake Rachel... She listened with a certain amount of disdain at the girl's story, but it did explain a lot... Why she wasn't entirely scared shitless of coming to sit next to a vampire. Usually only those who were either outcasts themselves or just didn't have a whole lot to lose would hang around Rachel; it was just part of how things happened to work for a half-vampire.
But then the girl lit another cigarette; Rachel glared. Within the moment she was kneeling precariously on the table, her eyes close to Mina's. Since her movement was mostly silent it took a few second for people to even notice what had happened; she grabbed the girl's jaw in her hands, her dark-blue eyes concentrated on Mina's.
"Watch yourself, girl. You can feel how strong my hand is." Her voice dropped to a whisper; almost a hiss. "I am a vampire, and I will hurt you."
But not today. As fast as she'd grabbed Mina, she let go and was back standing on the ground. Completely ignoring the remainder of her coffee Rachel walked from the store, not even stopping to glare at a handful of people who'd taken it upon themselves to stare at her in wonderment.
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