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Post by JYLI DIANE HAYES on May 3, 2013 8:33:08 GMT
She wouldn’t have stood out to anybody else. Her look was carefully crafted to blend in, to avoid notice. It would’ve worked, honestly, if Jyli hadn’t been a faerie. And a hungry faerie, at that. She didn’t know who the woman was, just that she was pretty, and that there was a series of absolutely decadent emotions simmering just beneath the surface of her skin. The brunette had to give her props for the disguise though, it was surprisingly effective. It seemed as though people saw her, but forgot her as soon as they managed to actually view her. It may have been better than Jyli’s own initial camouflage. When the fae woman had first arrived in Manuka, she too had been hiding in plain sight, running from her past. She’d carefully studied people and interaction invisibly at first, and then crafted her look specifically to avoid being looked at, being noticed. When she finally stopped being a scaredy-cat- and realized that she was something of a sucker for attention- her whole ‘under the radar’ act went out the window. She turned out to thrive on being paid notice, and it turned out to be an excellent bridge into feeding herself. If one could get the prey to come to oneself, then the hunt wasn’t so much a hunt as a… a scavenger expedition. Knowing her own reasons for such an stealthy maneuver, she had to wonder, if only briefly, what the young woman was hiding from… The flicker of curiosity didn’t last long though, as something in her spirit gnawed at her, pawing for her to pay it heed. Jyli Hayes was a hungry little faerie, and despite the fact that the woman best befitting the meal wanted desperately to hide, the faerie had no intention of granting her such an opportunity. Instead, she gathered up her things, slipping them into her bag, and sliding the sunglasses she’d been observing the young woman surreptitiously through onto the top of her head as she made her way into the building. Oh, she had a perfectly valid excuse, certainly. She was adding to her ever-expanding collection of literature. And Gideon needed some her to do some research with materials that- at the current moment- weren’t readily available. So she’d shop. She’d browse and select her required merchandise, and she would study her newest acquisition. Until such a moment as the opportunity to talk to her presented itself. Right then, it didn’t seem- Her, she was lifting her head, looking around, like she knew that somebody was interested in her. It seemed like she had honed her self-awareness into a preservative instinct to keep herself out of the watchful gaze. Clever human… Well, now or never, as it seemed she was intent upon avoiding detection for as long as possible. The fae woman set herself up- being the sneakier being, of the two of them- for the lovely human woman to bump into her. It wasn’t hard, as she was likely not anticipating interference. Bump! Mild, but still present. ’Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t even see- I mean, obviously, I didn’t see, well, you. Sorry. Let me help you with those? Sort of, apologetically, I suppose.’ Jyli bent to help this pretty- even prettier up close- woman with the things that their little interaction had jostled from her arms, and their eyes met. Lovely. ’Um, I’m Jyli,’ she said, continuing the non-threatening air she was projecting. |
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Post by JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD on May 31, 2013 13:10:59 GMT
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Jenna was tired, and she could feel it in every bone in her body, yet her mind was restless. She hated that her mind could be her own little prison, with worries and all. It wasn't as if it was cold on that day, yet Jenna felt comfort in the layers she wore. This was simply because she didn't want to show off her body in any way, and baggy clothes meant little attention on her. That is what she needed, she needed to walk around and blend it, not be seen. Tying her long hair up, the woman paid herself a few minutes worth of attention in the mirror. The dark circles under her eyes made her look tired, which she was. She was working yet earning barely enough to pay rent for the tiniest apartment in the dirtiest part of Manuka. However, she would take this any day over what her life had been like back in England. Therefore, she finished tying her hair and turned away from the mirror, not wanting to see her reflection any more.
Because she was restless, she needed to go outside. That was why she was getting dressed to go anywhere, when she should have been sleeping the days before work. She'd be going back later that evening, when it was the peak hour at the bowling alley, yet for now she would walk to the book store. This is the target she'd set for herself, simply because she loved books. Always had. They were a way of freedom, and she didn't mind sparing a few dollars on something that would make life more enjoyable. She could spare herself a few luxuries. Grabbing her keys, Jenna made her way outside. The sun was there, yet the wind was cool against her cheeks, the false security of spring being proved in its falseness through the wind. She did prefer it like this, when weather was too hot it simply made her feel disgusting and she couldn't take more showers than she could afford. Minimal living, but she could do it.
Entering the book store, it brought a smile on her face that was happy but didn't quite reach the eyes. A few things did nowadays, and the last time she had genuinely laughed was with a man called Weston and that thought scared her because well ... men. Always doubts, even with the nicest of men because a lot of them had proven to be cruel. Her feelings were completely justified, but despite herself, Weston had made her laugh and she liked that feeling. Shaking her head at the absurd thoughts, Jenna walked to the bookshelves, eyeing book covers to see if anything would catch her eye. She wasn't much for the romance novels, she didn't believe in them at all. They were completely ridiculous notions to her. She preferred the historical text, and her long, slender fingers moved to look at the back of a Phillipa Gregory book. England in Henry VIII's time must have been much worse than today. She had to wonder how women could have coped at all. As she was reading the words on the back cover, there was a sensation on the back of her neck. She was used to feeling it, as if she were being watched. It wasn't pleasant, and she raised her head a little curiously, yet couldn't see anything or anyone.
'Getting paranoid again, Jenna.' She scolded herself and sighed, shaking her head. Finding a couple of books that she liked, with discounts as much as she could, she made to turn and bam she collided with someone and it was completely her fault. Her green eyes widened as she quickly moved to crouch to pick up the books she'd dropped. "Oh my goodness! I am just ... wow I am so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going and-" She took a deep breath because there wasn't any point in getting herself into a panic. But she had to admit that she did. Because of what happened in the alley and bumping into the man with the scar, she was startled so easily. She needed to breathe and remember that not everyone was out for her. Jenna finished picking up her things and took the ones from the woman who had introduced herself as 'Jyli'. "I really can be really unobservant sometimes, my apologies Jyli." She breathed and offered a smile. "I'm Jenna." She introduced herself by the name she had given herself upon moving to America. notes // hope this is oki bby! |
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Post by JYLI DIANE HAYES on Jun 7, 2013 4:45:59 GMT
The faerie woman knew that look well. The little human was tired. As in, she hadn’t slept in so long, there were bags under her eyes. Jyli wanted to grin and sigh at the same time. Poor thing. Her misery was to the fae woman’s benefit, but she still felt just a touch bad for her. Not enough though. Silver lining? Once Jyli robbed her of all the emotions clouding that restless mind, she’d probably get the best sleep of her life. The golden-eyed fae grinned, feeling like Santa’s little helper, instead of a succubus. She was doing a public service! Yeah, riiiiight. It wasn’t always just the sad, stressed or scared that she preyed on, but she did actually enjoy those instances. These instances. The brunette wanted for nothing, really, except a good meal every now and then. Oh, there were plenty of dark emotions rolling around Manuka so that she usually had her fill, but some days, like today, they had been a little harder to come by. Until the tired-looking pretty that wandered into the bookstore.
The books seemed to cheer her, a bit… and that just wouldn’t do, for Jyli’s purposes. The girl had to be sad, miserable, despairing, for the faerie to get the best meal possible. She didn’t really want her to feel good until after she’d had her wicked way. Still, a random, happy-seeming accident was always a good way to get the ball rolling in terms of introductions. Sure, yes, she had sprung on her victims unawares, and that worked too. But to attempt to pounce a woman in a public place… while she was shopping… even though she was attempting to blend into the crowd? Not a good idea. So yes, she intentionally set herself up to bump into the woman. It was one of her better set-ups, she had to admit. The woman had on some serious blinders, despite the little bit of heightened awareness that had picked up on Jyli’s interest in the first place. It was like… she had a supreme self-preservation for the outside world, but the things closest to her got ignored. If she blocked them out, they might do the same. It was interesting to watch, and if the golden-eyed woman hadn’t been interested in draining every negativity out of her body, she might’ve been interested in just watching her for a while, watching her function in her daily life. As it was, she let the young woman crash into her, and scatter the materials from both of their grasps. She was immediately apologetic, and quick to bend and start retrieving books. Jyli actually waffled, just for a minute, about what to do. Before she joined the green-eyed woman, picking things up off the floor, sorting them out accordingly. Something about the bump had triggered a little bit of sheer panic in the dark-haired woman. ‘Jenna.’ Jyli’s tongue stroked over her teeth behind her lips for a moment as she considered it. Didn’t quite sit well on her tongue… Names, names were special. Powerful. So the fae could understand the woman’s hiding behind some false moniker. Everything except her first name was one too, to be fair.
’Nice to meet you, Jenna. And don’t worry about it. We all have those supremely klutzy moments that land us in trouble. At least this one was minimal, hm?’ She grinned, a sweet show of teeth, even though the return comment had bordered on rude. But that was the point. Get the suspicious wheels turning in Jenna’s head. Make her scared, affronted, offended, nervous. That way, when Jyli pounced her unsuspecting self later, her emotions would go completely on the fritz before they were drained away. Jenna likely wouldn’t remember much of the incident when she returned to her senses, but she would feel a hell of a lot better, for the experience. ’I noticed you got some historicals. History buff? Or research for something special?’ She was nosy, yes she was. Curious like that cat who supposedly died. But it tended to get people talking, at least a little, even to shut her down. Either way, she would have gotten the human’s attention…
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Post by JENNIFER ADELINA PRITCHARD on Jul 6, 2013 19:49:22 GMT
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T H E N M A K I N G A W I S H , A N D T O S S E D I N T H E S E A Jenna could feel the embarrassment drown her, and her mind wandered back to the times when she'd do something wrong and get punished for it. Trip over her feet, get hit, scratch a chest she'd get a load of her hair pulled out and now that it was happening in public and in a completely different place, she couldn't help but expect a blow to come. However, it didn't and a wave of relief washed over the human because this stranger was just that; a stranger. Not someone she knew from her past, not someone she had to watch out for and Jenna chuckled lowly at the words, taken aback at how right they were. "I'm not sure it's so nice to meet me when I nearly knocked you on your feet." Jenna's voice was apologetic because she hated making bad impressions. Also, bad people were noticed more than good people. She wanted to blend in, and the fact that she was so overly nice would make her forgettable. The plain Jane that she strived to be. Maybe that could have been her name change, Jane, no one would remember that. It was taking some getting used to being called Jenna of course, since her name had been Laura almost all her life, yet she was careful enough not to slip up.
In the alley where Weston had saved her, the man with the scar had known her name and that made him dangerous to her. However, Jenna could not leave just yet, she didn't have enough money. Hell, she had barely scraped together enough money to get to Manuka, hiding it from Lawrence wherever she could because he wouldn't give her any freedom at all. Maybe she should sell the coat she had stolen, yet she didn't really want to part with it. She shook her head, black hair falling over her face like a curtain. Her hair was almost like a shield, since she knew she was quite easy to read from her face, Jenna tried to put a barrier between herself and the world. "I suppose we do. And you're right, could have been worse, the books didn't even get damaged." She gave her a reassuring grin as she was picking them up. In all honesty, the woman looked friendly, her smile seemed approachable, yet Jenna knew more than most people that whatever is on the surface might not be true on the inside. She didn't know that some people could actually tell, she didn't know that Jyli wasn't human, Jenna didn't even know that non-human people even existed.
Once upright again, she took a step back to allow someone to pass and looked down at the books she was holding, smiling fondly. "Yeah. For the past few years I haven't had time to really read, but now I do I do like the history." She says, not sure if the woman wants to hear her blabber on about herself, but she seemed to be listening, so that was promising? Although the woman never really liked talking about herself more than she should anyhow. "Not a buff at all, I dropped out of school, but reading is an escape I'll indulge myself in every once in a while, and who doesn't want to read about a king who killed almost all his wives?" She grinned, a friendly grin like really, who could ever refuse. Her green eyes glanced to the counter, knowing that she should be paying for these. "Are you buying anything? I bet not history books." She chuckles, cheeks flushing a little because she was so bad at not assuming things about other people because she hated it being done to her, but then Jenna shook that away in place of hearing what the other woman would say. notes // i loves you!!! |
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Post by JYLI DIANE HAYES on Jul 22, 2013 7:04:00 GMT
Embarrassment washed over Jyli in waves, pouring out of the pretty brunette across from, causing a tingle under the faerie’s skin that made her stomach growl. Yeowch. Embarrassment was an emotion she could work with. But first, she had to get the girl out of the store. Taking the time to feed on her here, drop her glamour and become the living-marble (as she’d nicknamed her other shape) form that was her fae self, would not be conducive to the low profile that most supers were attempting to keep in this day and age. Though, the winds of change were working on that… Still, something to consider later, when there weren’t a bunch of eyes that could possible catch her doing an action considered, well, ‘naughty’ would be putting it mildly. But Jyli liked to think that sometimes, she was doing these people a favor, taking their harshest emotional burdens from them for a while. Emptying them of all that was worrying them, it was a good thing. It would help the brunette get a decent night’s sleep- or so the golden-eyed woman assumed- which she desperately needed, judging by the strain in and around her eyes. Now, those eyes were clouding with apology, and the faerie just smiled at her, letting her take the blame for the whole incident without batting an eyelash.
’Of course it’s nice to meet you, silly. No matter how one runs into a pretty woman- a pretty, pleasant woman- it is a nice occurrence.’ Her wink was quick, barely perceptible, but punctuated her words nicely. It wasn’t a flirt, per se, but it was something maybe a little too familiar for someone she’d just met. Discomfort was another savory emotion that Jyli could devour later, if that was what the action inspired in her new companion. Truthfully, she could force whatever emotion into that pretty brunette body that she wanted. But there was a certain amount of pride and reward and flavor that came from naturally earning the responses. Emotions were like… produce. If grown naturally, organically, they tended to taste better. They also tended to fill her for longer. She didn’t have to eat again as soon. Properly nurtured, the lovely human could satisfy her for quite a while. For the moment, however, Jyli had to play nice-ish. ’That may be the best news of this encounter then, besides the fact that I got to meet you, when I may not have received the opportunity before. Good to hear about the books, though, else we might have had one of those ‘break it, bought it,’ situations, and that could just be bad news. Were you planning to buy all of these anyway?’ The faerie grinned, curious and mildly nosy. It was then that she noticed what kind of books they were, histories, biographies, non-fiction. Boring, in Jyli’s opinion. The non-fiction materials she read were strictly for work. And she was good about those. Did very well with them. Used all the knowledge in them to her advantage. But history? What would she want to learn from those?
Apparently, how some king (Henry VIII, she knew, she wasn’t stupid) had executed all his wives for no reason. Yeah. Whee. But the golden-eyed fae played along with a grin. ’Oh, no one in their right mind, I’m certain. The mindset behind that must be interesting… Although I don’t care for his mentality, I’m glad to hear of yours. Readers are rare finds indeed. My props to you.’ Her face was an open smile, kind and thoughtful, genuinely appreciative. She did appreciate people who read. Even ones who had dropped out of school. ’And come on, that’s no measure of intelligence at all. I didn’t even go to school, for crying out loud. And I’d like to consider myself pretty smart.’ Actually, Jyli was… well very smart was something of an understatement. She had integrated herself into modern society with ease in the space of… about half a year. Flawlessly, she might add. She had learned humanity- and other supernatural- interaction, quite simply. Books had helped, she had to admit. ’Actually, yeah. A few fun fantasy novels, and more than a few business-minded textbooks and whatnot. Work and play. Gotta balance ‘em, ya know?’
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