something wicked this way comes [CHLOE]

[NOAH DALLAS TURNER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS LEAVING I KNOW YOU'RE MAD BUT SO WHAT? I WISH YOU FUCK LOVE, I'M TIRED OF TRYING AND YOU MADE ME WANT TO SAY BYE BYE SHE GAVE ME DEJAVU I DON'T CARE AB Noah was a man who got bored easily, that was a fact that he had come to terms with. So, he's constantly trying to find something amusing to do, it wasn't easy when you weren't bothered about much, this hollow state of being. The fact that Noah was not at all disturbed about, was that the only time he felt his own true emotions, the tiniest sliver of pleasure, it was when shedding blood. Which is why he chose the profession which he did, it paid well, and it was the one thing in the world which he wanted to be doing. Killing. Taking lives. It gave him a sense of power and superiority, but also, it was just something he did. The male was ninety-nine percent indifferent to everything in this world, only finding minimal amusement in using people, and corrupting them, leaving them scarred and killing them. He was a good actor, he could play the enthusiastic male who was so into what the other person was saying, it came like second nature to him. However, he made sure to always keep his sense open, there was no way that he would ever block off the others thoughts of aura's. He noticed everything he could, Noah was very detailed in that, every little thing, he liked to have to use against people. It made his job so much easier. However, a lot of the people that Noah met were just so mundane, and pathetic, and the oxygen in their lungs was like stealing. Their emotions wafting into him a lot of the time would be sweet or kind, and that would make him instantly want to drag a knife through their chests and make it painful. He did not understand the point in warm emotions, they were weakness. As a matter of fact, Noah didn't believe the need for any emotion, but when he had to be around someone, he was rather they were dark. He's met a couple of people like that, Nika and Gwendolyn, both dark, but in different ways, and so actually tolerable to be around. It was a different kind of fun, he didn't need to be anyone else but the cold hearted killer that he is to be able to get under their skin, to make people like that want him. It was in his nature. Noah wasn't blind, he knew he was a good looking man, he would be the same if he was not attractive, but he guessed that looks did help in the shallowness of this planet. He was shallow too, only wanting to full fill his human need for sex with those women who were stunning, never bothering with someone who couldn't arouse his body. They needed to be unique, and Noah could certainly be picky. But today, Noah was exploring. Thinking of different and effective ways to kill. Sometimes blood wasn't the only way to get a thrill out of the act, there were also potions and poisons, ropes and other things that he could list off and fill books. Noah knew almost every single way to kill someone, supernatural or not, it was his job to know. But today, he was making poison. The ingredients were in his mind, he just needed to go get some. Easy enough. Making his way to the shop in Manuka that he's heard of that actually sells the herbs that he needs, he ran his fingers through his hair, his deep brown eyes taking in his surroundings as he opened the door to the shop, and the small bell dinged above the door. Heliconia was a brick building, which was quite unusual, but Noah didn't much care for the materials it was made from, he more cared about what was inside it. The plants. The smells hit his nostrils, he could immediately sense more than one presence in the shop too. Pushing his hands in his pockets, the blazer upon his shoulders made him look smart casual. He never dressed all in black like the cliche killers did. He had been caught once, spent some time in prison, but the meticulous plan that he had made made sure to allow him an escape and kill fifty guards in the process. Of course, he's been wanted, but he was good at hiding in the most obvious places. He would just escape again, Noah certainly had the mind for it. Making his way to the front of the store, Noah regarded the woman who was clearly the owner. He was pleased to say she met the standards of unique and attractive. His long legs made their way to the counter, a small smile on his lips as instinct took over, his mind instantly inside hers, slipping in easily as if he's done it so many times before, his eyes noting the colours around the woman. He wanted to see what kind of person she was, whether she was one of those boring pathetic people, or something else. "Hello." His voice was low, but the small smile in the corners of his lips didn't give off that dangerous vibe. The only thing that might ever give him away were his cold eyes, but he could hide that well a lot of the time. "I'm looking for some plants for a ... potion of sorts that I am making, would you be able to help by any chance?" Starting with polite never hurt anyone, the steady thrum of his heart as his gaze did not waver from the woman was no indication of his thoughts, but he was rather satisfies to sense that she was not human. This was a good start indeed. He could only anticipate how this would go, but maybe this wouldn't be another kill-yourself-dull day in Manuka. Maybe he could play a little. He drummed his thin, bony fingers on the table top as he waited for her to speak. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 987 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY CHLOE/ASHLEY AND HE IS WEARING THIS!

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[CHLOE TASIA BROOKS]

Chloe's muscles ached as she pulled and stretched them back into proper alignment. Yoga was good for the body after such a strenuous workout as the one she'd had last night; she'd pushed her body- both jaguar and human- past their normal limits, as if seeking to do damage to herself through sheer exhaustion and pain. Her joints popped and muscles burned, making the air hiss between her teeth. Good Goddess Chloe, what did you do to yourself? Make no bones about it, the shifter was in good shape, but last night, she'd been practically insane- manic, even. The pain had been worth it, driving herself away from memories, pulling her focus directly into the now, since plant therapy hadn't worked. Her green babies had held no secret cures for her like they usually did.

It'd been years since her 'life' in Florida, and she still sometimes couldn't escape it in her head. The crack of baseball bats, the burn of cattle-prods, the sting of blades and various other tortures Roberto could think up. Those had been the early ones- he'd gotten more creative when the old stuff stopped working to incite the reactions he wanted, but he'd always been very careful to leave little to no scarring, which wasn't as hard as you might think, since she was a speedy healer. It was the least he could do, even though it'd been for selfish reasons- at least people wouldn't look at her and wonder in that pitiful, sympathetic way people had.

A quick glance at the numbers on her alarm clock had her finishing out her stretches and heading downstairs to work in the dirt- yes, still in her pajamas. It wasn't too bitterly cold today, so she neglected slippers, favoring her bare feet instead; she was grounded that way. The plant work only took an hour or so- despite how very many plants she had- making her fingers dirty, and working out the rest of her leftover tension. But she was still going to be a crank today, she could tell.

Her shower was quick and efficient, getting her body clean with her own soaps and shampoos, and came out smelling of vanilla and cloves. A quick grab had her in a flowy halter dress and green suede booties. Her hair went up into a messy ponytail, a few tight curls escaping to drape around her face, complimented by light lip gloss and mascara. Alright lady, get to work.

The day passed slowly, as she was still a mite irritable and impatient. But her regulars still came in, lists in hand, and some new customers approached with unsure feet, but left smiling with a bag in their hands. Only a few plants were actually in the store, more for show than anything else, while the real deals still grew in her backyard, holding onto life as long as possible before they were needed. Only the right people, who really knew what they were looking for, got access to those.

Speaking of which, there was a new customer entering the premises- she could smell it- and flicked her eyes from her paperwork to watch him wander in. There was confidence there, no unsure footsteps like he didn't know where he was going, no hesitance whatsoever. He obviously knew what he was looking for, so her eyes meandered back down to the paper in front of her, filling out forms and various miscellany for her new employee- who she'd given the day off. Claude was a good little worker bee, but everybody needed a day off now and then. She listened with half her attention, just in case, and in just a few short moments, the man was standing in front of her counter, on eye level- maybe even a little taller, despite the six inch concrete platform under her feet.

He was tall, and gorgeous, with pretty eyes, but she noted all these things in the back of her mind, not giving them much attention. She tended- tried, even- to ignore people's attractiveness unless they hit on her first. There were a few exceptions, of course, but not many. His voice reached her ears, quiet and confident, and his smile reached her eyes in much the same way. Something about him was both charming and nerve-wracking, but she couldn't put her finger on whatever the trait was. It had her hackles up slightly, but not enough to dissuade her from talking to him, and so she chalked it up to her general annoyance. Her emerald eyes did a once-over as he made his request, her curiosity spiking. A potion? This man wasn't a warlock, which were her usual potion-makers. Her head cocked as she looked at him, a question in her eyes.

'You don't look particularly... magically-inclined honey. Not that you need magic for potions, but it helps- having magic in the blood, I mean,' she said, putting her pen down and giving him her full attention. 'But I suppose that's none of my business. Of course I can help. If you can't find it here, it's unlikely you'll find it anywhere. What sort of plants did you have in mind?' Now, she was genuinely intrigued, and still on-edge a bit for some unknown reason. Maybe it was the drumming on her counter-top... She looked down at his thin fingers with a glare, the small tick pissing her off. Wow, she had a short fuse today. She took a deep breath and attempted a smile at him, trying to appear helpful.

[NOAH DALLAS TURNER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS LEAVING I KNOW YOU'RE MAD BUT SO WHAT? I WISH YOU FUCK LOVE, I'M TIRED OF TRYING AND YOU MADE ME WANT TO SAY BYE BYE SHE GAVE ME DEJAVU I DON'T CARE AB Noah glanced around the store, in his mind ticking off all the plants that he knew, and some that he didn't. He leaned up on his arm on the counter top, not facing her for a moment, feigning curiously in his gaze as he looked at all the plants. So much green, but also a lot of different colours too. He's seen people with aura's like that, it was great. His eyes travelled back and the words from her mouth made him think that a grin was the right facial expression. He made it reach his eyes, even though he was pretty much indifferent to a lot of the things which she was saying. "Ah.. you've got me." He winked, there was a low seductiveness to his voice, and he could feel that this woman had a bit of a darkness in her. The drumming of her fingers annoyed her, even an idiot could see that, but that did not make Noah stop, as he stood cockily before her, a soft hum at his lips. "I know a few people who can make potions, they just need the ingredients." He nodded, satisfied with this answer. He smiled a little when she spoke very highly of herself. Noah thought that if you didn't have a high opinion of yourself, well, it wasn't worth having an opinion at all. Then she asked about the ingredients he needs, and the male leaned in closer to her, almost intimately close, as if he has no perception of personal space. "Can you keep a secret?" He murmured, his voice low, and almost a stage whisper. "It's a poison." He said matter of factly, like it was the biggest deal in the world, but also not a big deal at all. He had received a call to kill a man, but not leave any marks on his skin. Pity, Noah enjoyed the marking part of murder, he enjoyed the drawing of blood and painting the skin in wounds like a canvas, beautifully marred. But no one would understand that Noah was an artist. He was a professional assassin, and he was getting paid for this, so poison it is. Noah didn't know whether she was the questioning type, or the judging type, and if she decided to call the police on him ... well, what was one less life? The smile on his face was not cruel, but it was wicked to some extent. He pulled out a list, and handed it to her. Some of the ingredients were ticked off, but he stopped the drumming of his fingers on the counter top in order to use his slender fingers to point at the words which he had written, the handwriting strong and male, but also elegant. The ones that did not have ticks on them, were the ones he needed. "These are the plants I need ... only two are plants I haven't come across before." He spoke, in in particular manner, ad if making a poison was an every day thing. But might as well be, since that was probably the less cruel alternative to Noah's usual actions. Noah brushed some of his thick hair out of his eyes, and tilted his head to the side a little, motioning to the woman's little shop, he enquired; "You've got quite the lethal little shop here .. so many things that can kill people, whatever made you start it?" Noah's fascination with killing came across even in everyday speak, and it was a completely legitimate question anyway. Not that he was really interested into why it was started, more so to get some thoughts on her ideas on taking lives, and whether she would be one of the kind of people to avoid it at all costs. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 630 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY CHLOE/ASHLEY AND HE IS WEARING THIS!

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‘Can you keep a secret?’ he asked her, and Chloe’s intrigue went up a couple notches. Secrets weren’t usually her business. Ingredients, recipes, plants, raw materials, cures, yes. But secrets? Not really. A single eyebrow arched, and he lowered his voice when she nodded lightly, explaining that it was a poison he was crafting. She shrugged, indifferent. As long as a supernatural wasn’t his target- which she really couldn’t ask, but was willing to take on a little faith- his poisons were his own business, and she was more than willing to sell him whatever- hopefully a bit expensive- materials he needed to accomplish his task.

’A poison, hmm? Is there a reason you want something of the natural variety, versus, say… rat poison? There are plenty of chemicals out there that would take a person out quicker than my pretty green babies.’ Perhaps stealth was his goal? Maybe suffering? Who knew. Whatever the case, he had an extensive list of ingredients. Oh, this was a special poison, to be sure. More than a few rare plants were on this sheet of paper. His slim fingers pointed to the few things he was still missing, and the few things he didn’t know. She had them, of course, but was surprised. Only people who really knew what they were doing requested items such as these. ’Small wonder you haven’t heard of them, not many people have… So I have this curiosity about just where you got this recipe?’ Something about this lovely man was off. Everything he did was a carefully crafted façade, and he just didn’t smell right. Chloe wondered why he was faking everything, but that really wasn’t her business either. ’I can give you the supplies though. I do actually have them. Even these special little bulbs,’ she said, giving him the lightest of grins. ’As far as I know, I’m the only one in town that does. Good choice, coming here. You’d have to get these online or grow them yourself otherwise.’ His list got collected by her strong, lovely hands, and she stepped down from behind the counter, noting how much taller than her he really was. She liked her men tall… ‘Cept, he wasn’t her man. Silly Chlo. She beckoned that he should follow her, and she walked down one of her aisles with confidence, knowing exactly where she was going. A pretty blue cloth basket joined the lists in her hands, and she dropped one of his ingredients into it, humming quietly to herself.

His question nabbed her attention then, and she turned back to face him. What an odd way to phrase something, concerned more about the lethality of her plants and products than the other, more practical everyday uses that they held. Her eyebrow arched, a tad confused, but willing to answer him anyways. Why not? It wasn’t as if he was insinuating that she had actually killed anybody with these little goodies. Of course, she hadn’t. She preferred to do her killing in a slightly more… personal manner. And why waste her kidlets when she had her claws? It just seemed silly. Especially when the heady smell of blood made her inner kitty purr.
’Um, potential death aside, I started it because it was something I was always good at. Always had green thumbs. Tempted to get little leaves tattooed on them, actually. Sort of an… irony thing.’ She shrugged, unsure why she’d mentioned that little detail. He didn’t seem to be anywhere close to the type that would actually care about such a thing, but she’d said it anyways. Thing was, she wasn’t sure that she would ever really do it, since taking her thumbs out of commission for a few wasn’t really her wisest option. She needed them. Although… Maybe now that she had Claude, she could get the little tats she wanted. Claude could do the things she couldn’t while she healed, and she was a quick healer. It would only take a day or so. Chloe nibbled her lip as she thought about it, and smiled. Yeah. She could do that. ’I gotta thank you. I haven’t thought about that in a while.’ The basket got handed over to him and she gave him a reassuring grin. ’You browse for a few minutes, and I’ll be back in just a couple. I keep a vast majority of the plants outside, to keep them growing and fresh as long as possible. I’ll bring your list back, promise.’ With that, she left him to go outside to her greenhouse, and collect up the required plants. She made some clippings and dug up a couple bulbs, just like he needed. Mission accomplished, she headed back inside to find him.

It wasn’t hard, since he was so tall, she could spot him over almost all of her shelves. He turned back to her, like he knew, just before she approached him. She inhaled, trying to pinpoint just what he was… Some kind of fae something, certainly. He had that smoky-sweet scent they always carried. But that wasn’t all. He was… muddled. Something. He was definitely a hybrid something. A faerie hybrid. She just didn’t know what. Chloe wouldn’t really care, except she was infinitely curious. She smushed the feeling, determined not to be incredibly nosy, and just give him what he wanted.

’Here you are. Just what the killer ordered.’ A tiny head tilt and a chuckle accompanied her words, as she amused herself.

[NOAH DALLAS TURNER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS LEAVING I KNOW YOU'RE MAD BUT SO WHAT? I WISH YOU FUCK LOVE, I'M TIRED OF TRYING AND YOU MADE ME WANT TO SAY BYE BYE SHE GAVE ME DEJAVU I DON'T CARE AB Noah could smell the interest in her when he mentioned a secret. He didn't understand what the intrigue in secrets was. It was not like they were life changing, and well, if they weren't, they weren't worth knowing. And so far in his fifty-one years, Noah has not come across anything remotely life changing. But he could also sense her indifference to the situation. He was just another transaction, and another person it would have bothered maybe slightly, but not him. Nothing ever bothered him. Nothing was worth getting bothered over. When he explained that it was for a poison, Noah quirked his lips into a cruel little smile at her words. "I wouldn't say I was a cruel man," Noah lied, his silver tongue weaving words of velvet. He had a way with words, making the tone of his voice just so so entrance the person who he spoke to. "And rat poison is so ... ordinary." Noah sighed a with a little exaggeration, and bit his lower lip, casting his brown eyes upon the woman. Chloe her names was. "I don't like to do things the ordinary way." He admitted, and eyed his list of intricate plants that she could provide him with, Money was no issue, killing people really did pay well. As Noah pointed out the ingredients easily, he wasn't sure whether this was worth wasting breath over. He could most likely find the plants himself in this shop, but he was always opening his mind to all persons, and closer proximity let him focus on the woman at hand. When she asked where he got the recipe, the male chuckled lowly, winking with one of his thick lashed eyes. Really, some women were jealous of eyelashes such as his. Some of the more mundane thoughts he's heard. "Now, it wouldn't be a secret any longer if I told you. I'm afraid I have friends in dark places." No need to hide, he can tell that she would accept what he told her. And it was true, this particular recipe was from a warlock he had chosen to leave alive just so he could use him for things such as these. He didn't like to waste promising lives after all. Noah nodded as she talked about it being hard to find such ingredients. "Your little shop is highly spoken about in the supernatural world, I suppose you should feel proud." He commented, simply relaying facts because otherwise he would not be there right now. Not unless it was worth his time. Noah followed Chloe, though of course she did not know that he knew her name, his mind entwining with hers in a way that she would not feel. The height difference always helped with a feeling of superiority in a lot of instances, but in this case it was non-threatening. His eyes followed the movements of her pretty hands as she placed some green plants into a basket, considering the words he'd asked of her. However, he did not particularly care for her answer. It was more that looking into a mind sometimes didn't delve deep enough. Sometimes you had to use words to prompt thoughts that otherwise may be buried. "I don't particularly see what tattoo's have to do with being good at something." He murmured, light amusement in his voice. He didn't say anything cheesy like 'it's good to be good at something', it was pathetic words like that that made him lose his faith in people, because they were worthless and empty and he surely would not mean them, so why bother saying them. Once people found out about Noah's true self, they said that he was a machine that only knew what feelings tasted like. He could not disagree, simply because he knew what happiness and anger were supposed to feel like, but he never felt them strongly, more echoes of what other people had felt around him. The glee in killing was an adaptation of those he'd tasted the emotions off. It was small, but it was there. He took the basket from her, his eyes scanning over the plants that he was left with. He didn't mention that he had the list memorised, it was just easier to have something material to show than speak things that could be understood in a simpler way. He eyed the contents of the basket as he waited for her, but not like her being was far away. He could sense her and hear her from outside. She wasn't any danger. If anything, her thoughts were more philosophical, but still as dull as most. However, he could sense her coming back and turned, catching the thought about what he was. No one ever guessed right. Not completely. The Immortal side wasn't something anyone ever considered, but he had to give her props for trying. It also seemed like she had an interesting thing about smell. Noah stored that information as he did most other. His eyes flashed a little darkly as she mentioned the 'killer part'. "Oh no, whatever gave me away?" His voice was teasing, could mean that the poison was for himself or someone else. But he did not deny that he was a killer. There was no need to. He walked with her back over to the counter and placed the basket onto it. "Actually, I'm looking for one more thing." He spoke, clearly, easily, not bothered at all. "I'm afraid I'm not sure what it's called, but it's a kind of ... paralysis enducing plant I suppose." He hummed, leaning his elbows onto the counter. Her reaction did not matter to him, he came here for specific things, and he could care less what she thought of them. And with paralysis, it was oh so easy to inflict so much pain when they could only scream internally. Torture sometimes pleased him too, especially when someone misbehaved. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 987 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY CHLOE/ASHLEY AND HE IS WEARING THIS!

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Most people were not so forward and honest with their wicked intentions. Chloe had come across many cruel and unusual individuals in her lifetime- whether by choice or coincidence- but none of them in her experience were so overt and blatant about being that way. The element of surprise was generally something people of that particular variety favored. Truth be told… She was people of that variety. It was why she didn’t judge this tall customer in front of her, that and she just didn’t care. What he did with his free time was his business. Especially if it made him money that he chose to spend in her store. So, could she provide him with the goodies to get his poison from idea to reality? More than happily. She could even smile and humor him while that voice crawled its way down her spine in shivery patterns. Nice. Weird, but nice.

’Score a couple points for originality then. I haven’t seen this poison walk through the door before. A unique poison for a unique man.’ And that was the best way for Chloe to describe him at the moment; unique. He was a quirky mix of pretty, odd, wicked, and… decadent. Yeah, that voice and those eyes were definitely decadent. He was even a mite clever occasionally, if a bit evasive. The jaguar- as a person in a customer service industry- had to walk the lines between nosy and interested, invasive and helpful. It was a delicate dance, usually, figuring out what made people talk and what made them shut down. This one was a bit of a mystery though, since she couldn’t tell if he really enjoyed the talking he was doing, or was just passing the moments until she retrieved him his crap so that he could leave. And she was usually very good at reading people. Still, ‘friends in dark places’ was a good enough answer for her. It meant that he hadn’t come up with this himself, and that was all she’d really wanted to know. She sort of knew that from the fact that some of the ingredients were a mystery to him, but this cleared it all the way up. Maybe he was lying though… who knew? She did have a touch of mild interest in the actual source of the recipe, but she wasn’t going to press. He seemed like one to keep his cards close to his chest. His sources were his concern, not anybody else’s. His next comment should’ve been complimentary, should’ve made her give him a warm smile and thanks, but that bit tacked on the end made her reconsider it. ’I suppose I should thank you then for taking notice.’ But she didn’t.

The jaguar wasn’t sure if that would offend him, but it really didn’t seem to. He seemed… more bored than anything else. Maybe it was the lack of interest that made him easy to talk to. That neutral third party was sometimes easier to talk to than anybody that was actually involved in your life. ’They don’t have anything to do with my aptitude, silly. They’re just… a visual representation of something I happen to take pride in. They’re a personal aesthetic choice, like your blazer or your haircut. They only mean something to me because I picked them. They don’t make me better. Well, unless you go to the right person…’ she said, recalling a little rumor she’d heard recently that she meant to investigate at a later date. But that was a thought for another time, when she wasn’t trying to get this guy the things he needed. Even thought it’d been his mild interest that had respawned the thought in her head… It didn’t matter though, since he didn’t care to get it. She handed off the basket before leaving to get his ingredients: a handful of plants (out of her enormous variety) that she didn’t keep up front with the other merchandise. When she returned and mentioned his ‘killer’ status, he almost seemed amused and teasing about the fact that she’d noticed. ’Um, poison, remember? And an innate air of wickedness,’ she replied with a light smile before walking back up on her concrete perch by the register. He followed her, apparently ready to pay for his goodies, when he mentioned a need of something else: a paralytic plant. Her head cocked and she nibbled her lip, thinking.

’Here’s the thing, there are lots of those, and I do mean lots. Any other particulars you want to tack onto that? Do you mean to deliver orally? Topically? Boil it down and turn it into an injection?’ Chloe had a vast knowledge base in terms of plant effects, because she had to. How else was she supposed to come up with new recipes for the things that she sold? If she mixed the wrong things, she could end up poisoning people completely by accident. Especially when so many of her clientele had some rather specific allergies… Speaking of which… ’Also, the type of person you want to use it on could change the variety you need. I mean, I’m sure you’d like to keep knowledge of such creativity to yourself, but I can’t help terribly well if I don’t know what it is you’re looking for. And I won’t tell, honest. Mostly ‘cause I don’t care, but also because it’s nobody’s business.’ Lots of people had a hard time telling her what they wanted, because sometimes it was embarrassing, like in the cases of fungi or rashes or whatever other ailments bothered people. Once they decided to get over that though, she could do good things for them. Or bad things, depending….

[NOAH DALLAS TURNER]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS LEAVING I KNOW YOU'RE MAD BUT SO WHAT? I WISH YOU FUCK LOVE, I'M TIRED OF TRYING AND YOU MADE ME WANT TO SAY BYE BYE SHE GAVE ME DEJAVU I DON'T CARE AB 'Original' and 'unique' those were the words that came out of this woman's mouth in accordance to Noah, and if he actually cared what people thought about him he supposed he would have been pleased. He hadn't really met people like himself before, all were ridden with flaws, weaknesses, and giving into them. Like, they could not turn off the emotional switch and fucked up eventually. He supposed the fact that Noah knows what emotions are supposed to feel like through the taste he gets from his faerie mother's side helps him in never needing to feel them for himself. It seems ridiculous and pointless to him, and honestly, she would be right. There was only one Noah. You get your serial killers, you get your abusers and rapists, but Noah was so much more superior than any criminal. It wasn't a feeling, it wasn't even an opinion, it was a fact that could be stated as emotionlessly as the next. "Of course because my aim was to impress." Noah spoke in an almost sarcastic manner, though his voice didn't waver from what it was before. He'd been called many things over the years, but all of them flew over his head. Oh what stupid, stupid people, believing that other people cared, that they gave a damn, when in reality when it came down to it ... everyone broke. "Though I suppose you expect a thank you for the ... compliment?" Noah smirked just a little, his whole being taking in Chloe's, her mind and aura and emotions. She was pretty neutral ... but not quite enough for his liking. The low chuckle that left the males lips was just a meaningless sound, but he believed that small sounds like that carried conversations better. "Not at all. Stating facts do not usually require any gratitude." And he didn't mean that as a compliment, he meant is just as that; people had a high opinion of her shop. Full stop. But he didn't really care which way she took that, since her thoughts were right and he was only talking to pass the time. A waste of breath. He didn't like to waste breath, but if he was going to interact with people, might as well do it to the full. Not because he wanted to, but because why not? The next sting of words that came out of her mouth were ... curious. Like he had asked for an explanation, but he hadn't. He was a complete stranger, but then again he supposed his mannerisms told her that he wouldn't take any of those words out of the shop, and she would be right. He wouldn't forget them per say, Noah rarely forgot anything, but he probably wouldn't give them another thought. "I only wear clothes because it's unacceptable to walk around naked. They don't really make me anything." Those words were true to some extent, as he didn't particularly care about clothes, but then again he didn't think he'd want to walk around naked. Even if he did and people looked, that didn't matter, it was more of something he did without thinking about it. Wake up and get dressed. Clothes. Just another thing people paid too much mind to. But then again if you were walking around naked all the time, those people you knew in dark places wouldn't take you seriously, and Noah needed them for his own gain. Noah took a moment to think about his previous words, and if he hadn't give enough emphasis on the teasing quality, as apparently she took it as a serious question. "Air of wickedness ... interesting description." He mused a little, his brown eyes holding a coldness that had been there all along, a vacancy of sorts. But when needed, Noah knew when to make his eyes light up, to look young and innocent. He knew how to make people believe he's something else because they never actually could believe that someone could do things as horrendous as Noah could. But they didn't know the half of it. All the sick way's he'd kill people without feeling a thing himself. Not a sliver of remorse, not guilt or a care. Sometimes he liked to cause pain, a lot of it, if he needed something they weren't able to give. Kill their loved ones and make people watch, but it was all the same to Noah. Their fear, and hate and anger had a much more pleasant taste than the weak emotions; love and happiness were too sweet, too icky, something that he believed there was way too much of. But then the talk turned to the paralytic plant he needed, and her words made complete sense. It was hard to believe that she was an expert in every single plant, but there you go. It seemed like she could help him though with the paralytic plant, and he only nodded when she said there were a lot of them. "Of course, that would make sense." He acknowledged, and took a moment to just look, at her and at the surroundings. His lips quirked up a little though, when she said that she didn't much care about what he had to say. "Oh, I know you won't tell." He murmured. Not that he feared it, even if she told the police or whatever, Noah was so good at evading them that there was not a chance that they could find him. The only people who knew what he looked like were dead over forty years ago. By his own hand. The others can only speculate, which allows Noah to walk around as easily as he does. And do what he does without being caught. He supposed that if she did tell, or show the footage of the security cameras, he wouldn't care how much she helped him out with plants, he wouldn't hesitate to slit her throat. He gave a pleasant smile to her, completely the opposite of the thought that just had been passing in his mind. "I need it to just numb the mind so they can't move or speak ... just feel and hear." He didn't bat an eyelash as he told her this. "They need to be able to feel pain, it would also be good if it didn't cut off their eyesight, I like it when they see what I'm doing." He mused a little, the fear in their eyes was always a welcome thing, or when they couldn't move and watched the ones they loved die or be tortured. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 1093 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY CHLOE/ASHLEY AND HE IS WEARING THIS!

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The jaguar had a lot of different people enter her shop over the years, a lot of different species, with a lot of different needs. Quirky birds, looney tunes, serious thinkers, mournful lonelies, psycho killers… Noah seemed to fit mostly in the last category, the more she talked to him, but he did things that kept popping him out of that box. Like teasing her, or being so blasé about a topic that usually garnered attention. He was interesting, certainly, and different. Still, not anything- yet- that Chloe considered herself incapable of handling. Even when he used sarcasm, hell, especially when sarcasm popped out of his mouth. Because, well, to be honest, sarcasm could’ve been considered Chloe’s second language, and she was quite fluent. Alas, though, she didn’t want to offend her customer by returning the comment with something snarky and equally flippant, and resisted the urge. She wasn’t aware that she really couldn’t offend Noah, could not say something to even register as ‘important’ on his scale. If she’d known, perhaps she would have been freer with her tongue. As it stood, she just softly laughed it off with an agreeing, ‘of course,’ of her own. One minute sweet and mildly funny, the next callous and disinterested. A confusing person, that Noah.

’No, I wouldn’t. I don’t expect much in the way of manners from people these days… And it wasn’t exactly a compliment, was it?’ Her head tilted gently when he posed the question, which she answered honestly. For some inexplicable reason, many individuals considered customer service workers to be their own personal slaves, and therefore unworthy of such things as gratitude or civility. The nice thing about owning her store, however, was that she had quite a bit of leeway in terms of what she was willing to put up with from her clientele. If they took it to that point where she finally got rankled enough, she’d either kill or dismiss them from the premises. She was nice that way. Her chuckle at that moment may have seemed misplaced to somebody else, but in her head, she was amused. Too bad Noah wouldn’t be in on the joke, huh? ’Well put. Sometimes, the facts are less than kind though. Or you could state the facts in a less than complimentary fashion… Which happens more often than not.’ Her small shoulders shrugged as they continued meandering around the store, picking things up, and talking. He liked to rebuff what she said, it seemed, almost needing to be right all the time.

’You know, if you prefer to wander around in the nude, they do have places where you are more than welcome to partake of such an endeavor. But even that choice gives you one image or another, depending on your audience. It means something, in context. Just like tattoos.’ Some part of her- a fairly large part, she supposed- quite enjoyed somebody who was willing to engage in a difference of opinion with her. She liked people who were willing to argue with her, up to a point, because Chloe enjoyed being right almost too much. Still, having a companion who wasn’t afraid of her- or intimidated by her- enough to disagree was a bit refreshing. And even though that wasn’t what she and Noah were doing, exactly, it gave her a similar tingle of interest, and amusement. It faded when the interaction ended and she left the building, and thought herself to be soon rid of the unusual man in her presence, of course.

She wasn’t expecting him to have another request before he left, and was a bit taken aback, but he’d asked her a question to which she would definitely have the answer- and if not the perfect one, one that would at least be as near as her knowledge base would allow. Still, the vagueness of the inquiry didn’t help her to solve his little dilemma, and she needed more information if she was to solve such a thing. He- as anticipated, thanks to the logic of her statement- agreed with her, and seemed slightly amused by her promise of discretion… That worried her, a bit, setting off a little alarm in her gut at his confidence in her silence. He didn’t know her, obviously, well enough to know that really was discreet, which meant he either had no fear of repercussions, or… well, something less pleasant in his ‘unique’ bag of tricks. She was going to choose not think about such a thing, and just, tread carefully. He didn’t mean her harm as of now- heck, he needed what she knew, and was willing to give- and she intended to keep it that way.

’It sounds to me as though you want something that’s purely a physical paralytic. It shuts down movement messages to the brain, but not the nerves associated with them. There are a few different varieties I know of that can accomplish that. The quickest delivery system is obviously going to be an injection into the bloodstream… but those are a little more intensive, in terms of work and patience. If you’re not opposed to that though, I can recommend a few different things, and give you another recipe to use.’ She mused over the stock of the store in her head for a moment, before continuing, offering him an alternative. ’I can also give you a recipe for an ingested paralytic, if you’d prefer. It’s not going to just be one plant for either option though… A combination will give you the effects you want, and provide a delivery system.’ She shrugged lightly. ’Despite all the wordiness, it just means that it’s up to you.’ Then her brain analyzed the rest of what he’d said, the ‘when they see what I’m doing,’ part and her lips quirked before she chuckled. ’I can empathize with that, actually… People tend to be so very visual…’