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Post by MALCOLM NOEL HAWTHORNE on Apr 25, 2013 14:33:06 GMT
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your love is my drug
[style=width:380px; padding: 2px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size:10px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto; color: #000;]Malcolm floated over the dock invisible to the human and supernatural eye. Only other ghosts would be able to see him now. He usually liked to be this way: completely alone and able to do nothing and think about everything. It was serene and made him feel alive somehow. He couldn’t explain it, but whenever he came to this place he felt more at home. This lake reminded him of his hometown and made him think about his sister Annie and his parents, but most of all about Natalie. There was a lake back home that they would go to on weekends and swim, waterski, and go tubing on. It was one of the only places he had ever really felt like he was free. Now being here he wondered if Scout ever thought about those days before he had killed himself. He wondered if she ever thought of him at all. He had been watching out for her ever since he could remember, but lately he hadn’t been following her around or keeping serious tabs on her. he had realized that that was breaking her privacy and honestly he didn’t really want to keep watching her while she was with that Riley guy.
Malcolm knew that Riley was a demon, and for some reason he felt that Scout was safe with him. He had grown pretty close to her and seemed to want to protect her from people that were bad for her. Malcolm had just found out that he was Riley Ellis, of the firetamers who had been killed not too long ago by a hunter who he didn’t recognize. From what he found, Riley had been much different when he was a firetamer; he was a playboy and your average douchebag. Apparently he had changed dramatically for the good after his death, which Malcolm was grateful for.
He turned off his mind just then. He didn’t want to be thinking about his sister. He wanted to be able to let his mind run free and just let it go. He remained solid when he jumped off the dock and landed in the water. There was no splash, but he could feel the water all around him. He loved that he could stay under the water for an infinite amount of time. He had always loved being in the water when he was younger. When he found out that mermaids were real he became slightly jealous. He wondered what it was like to be one, but now he figured this was as close to finding out as he’d ever get.
With the sound of footsteps on the dock, he resurfaced, still a ghost, and looked to see who it was. He was a little surprised to see a small redheaded girl overlooking the water. Malcolm wondered what her name was, but he took a moment longer to enjoy her silently before he ducked under the water once again. Because he had been invisible for about three days now, he had enough energy to last him a few hours of being solid. He was fully clothed though, which would seem weird, so he floated unnoticably out of the water and went into the trees before becoming solid so that the girl could see him. He walked onto the dock. “That yours?” he asked with a smile and nodded to the two story cabin up the hill.
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Post by NIAMH SINEAD FLYNN on Apr 25, 2013 16:02:19 GMT
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It wasn't uncommon for a person like her to escape town and seek reprieve somewhere else. Don't get her wrong, she had nothing against the city of Manuka. The city was beautiful and all, but introverts often needed space away from its hustles and bustles, especially for a person like Niamh. Sure, it was fun sitting around all day and watching the world go by, catching it on paper and then tacking it up on her walls, but when the noisy sounds of cars and people walking by became overwhelming, it was that time of the month when she needed to escape. The redhead was notorious for disappearing whenever she wanted to be alone, becoming MIA for days on end without telling anybody. She often forgot to tell those that actually mattered that she was vanishing for a while, leaving them confused and upset. It was a reason why she hadn't many friends, she simply had no idea how to maintain relationships or rather, forgot to take the initiative to. Friends were almost a foreign concept for her since she spent most of her days alone back in Ireland, stuck in her sister's shadow. There was the occasional mate that she talked to, but she was often forgotten in the end because of her subdued nature.
Whenever she wanted something, she put her mind to it. Niamh never procrastinated on the things that she wanted, so it was hardly surprising when she picked up the phone and rented her usual cabin at Webb Lake. The torn of Weld in which the large lake surrounded was quite a distance from Manula, not too near, but yet, not too far either. It was perfect for Niamh, and the lake became one of her favourite spots to hide away from the world, away from the hubbub that was Manuka. She knew full well that she should tell someone, anyone, maybe Harlyn, but the moment she began packing everything that she needed for the trip, she forgot about texting the quirky werewolf. Delighted at the thought of sitting on the dock that led out into the lake and watching the sunset, everything else was overwritten.
It was about two hours to sunset when she finally arrived. Parking her car outside the cabin, the tiny redhead collected her keys from the cabin's owner and dumped her things in on the floor, all higgledy-piggledy. After deciding that she would unpack later, she closed the door behind her and hopped down from the hill, heading towards the lake. Once she was there, she sat on the dock, and flipped her sketchbook open, flicking through it until she reached an empty page. Her pencil flew over the paper, sketching the lake for the umpteenth time. There seemed to be always something about it each time she returned, and Niamh wanted to catch every memory about it possible. Her mind wasn't too bad, but she preferred looking at things again on paper. Taking a picture of it would have been loads easier, but the girl was rather shit at photography, so it was completely out of the question. Drawing was easier, and it allowed time to pass by much more quickly.
Oblivious to the fact that she wasn't alone around the lake, Niamh was too preoccupied in her work to notice anything. Had she taken the initiative to do so, she would have seen the aura that belonged to someone in the water. It was only when said someone's voice spoke behind her back did she jump and squawk, nearly throwing her pencil into the water, sketchbook included. Her head whipped around, red curls bouncing and blue eyes widening. "Wait, hold it, hold it darnit, hold that pose laddie!" she cried, her accent thick, splaying a hand out to get him to stop moving towards her on the dock. Her pencil flew over an empty page in the book, sketching the outline of the boy. It was nothing much, but to Niamh, it meant another person that she could stalk next time that she got bored, since she was pretty damn sure that after her little outburst, he would be walking away from her thinking that she was weird.
When she was done in matter of seconds, she snapped her book shut, blinking at him, cheeks pink with embarrassment. Her intentions were well, but Niamh still could not hide the blush that had appeared. "Uhm," she replied awkwardly, following his gaze to her cabin on the hill. "Yea. That be mine. Well, it's not technically mine since I rented it out but....yea ya get the idea." Come off it gurl, you can do better she thought, but the more she looked at the lad in front of her, the more tongue tied she felt herself becoming, unable to conjure up anymore small talk. Oh Niamh. "I'm Niamh."
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Post by MALCOLM NOEL HAWTHORNE on Apr 29, 2013 4:30:13 GMT
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your love is my drug
[style=width:380px; padding: 2px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size:10px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto; color: #000;]Malcolm stared blankly at the girl when she told him to stop where he was. He caught himself looking at her with surprise at her thick Irish accent, but it faded away as he started looking at her, watching her as she moved her pencil across her notebook swiftly. He had never seen anyone draw so quickly. He wondered how she was doing it, but kept his questoins to himself since she was so engrossed in it. It lasted only a few seconds and her drawing of him was only a sketch, but it was better than anything he could ever do. Malcolm was no artist. He could barely draw a circle without screwing it up, much less a person. It was like she had drawn him magically or something.
Malcolm smiled when she shut her book and looked up at him. She was pretty cute and every second he kept his eyes on her the prettier she got. She had a nice smile, which she seemed to try to hide. Now that her boldness was gone with her drawing, she seemed to shrink into herself and not know what to say. He had always been all right with conversations though he did understand how some situations were more difficult to deal with than others. Malcolm thought he was the kind of guy that you coud talk to about anything though. He didn’t look mean or scold at people. In fact, he had kind eyes and was a gentleman to just about everyone. He didn’t like to act as if he was better than other people. Natalie had told him that he held his shoulders back and his chin high and that made him look confident, but sometimes it came off as cocky, so he tried to tone it down after that. He didn’t like people like that and didn’t want to be something he hated.
But now he was relaxed and at ease and the girl had nothing to worry about with him. He was harmless—unless she suddenly came after him and tried to kill him. then he would be deadly. But by the way the girl held herself that was the last thing she would do. So he wasn’t worried about it. He looked backwards and observed the cabin again. It was one of those places you’d go to on a family vacation to get away from the world. It was quiet and serene and not a single city sound was heard. The only thing that made noise out here were crickets and wild animals that roamed the woods surrounding the woods. This was the kind of lake that only had houses ever few hundred acres so it seemed like you were completely alone. You could see houses across the giant lake if you had binoculars, but for the most part there was nothing around. It might have scared the girl to know that there was no one around except the two of them and that was why she was being shy, but Malcolm didn’t want her to feel awkward around him.
“Did you come here from Ireland recently or has it been a while, Niamh?” he blurted out suddenly wanting to know. Her name was unusual, but not unpleasant. He stuck his hands into his pockets and walked towards her to sit next to her on the side of the pier. He didn’t have any shoes on so he let his fet hang over and fall into the cool water. After a moment of silence he looked at her and said, “Sorry by the way. I didn’t know anyone would be here. Last time I was here the place was empty so I figured I’d try again. You picked a good cabin. The place has a nice kitchen…” Malcolm looked back over the water as the sun started to set. He forgot to mention his name. “I’m Malcolm, just in case you were wondering.” Malcolm glanced at her flashing her a smile. When the sun hit her eyes he noticed a few flecks of green shine through in her mostly green eyes.
He wondered when he had started to notice little details of people when he first met them. He used to not notice what color people’s eyes were or if they had scars or tattoos. Now though he found little tings to admire about people like the color of their hair, which Niamh’s was quite beautiful, or if they had a freckle just above their collarbone, or if they had some subconcious habit they did with their hands. Malcolm tried not to observe her too much because it’d probably freak her out, so he kept his eyes forward on the lake as a man on a boat sped past.
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Post by NIAMH SINEAD FLYNN on May 11, 2013 13:19:25 GMT
daylight's coming the sun's blazing [/size][/color] new beginnings sweep into you
Niamh had always been the kind of person that reacted on impulse, and she often looked before she leaped. Whenever she saw something she liked and wanted, she would go for it with complete disregard of herself and others until the very last minute. Such examples included now, she found a face she liked, shrieked at him to stop moving just so that she could get it down for her own convenience. Now, as she stared at the handsome lad in front of her, the tiny redhead could feel herself turning redder and redder and redder with embarrassment. Not only had she managed to embarrass herself in front of a good looking boy, she had allowed her own impulses to take over again. It wasn't such a bad thing, but it was awful for her at times like this. She was usually pretty discreet, but he had appeared out of nowhere, startling her. Niamh was pretty glad that he did, because her back had after all had been to him, and she wouldn't have been able to sketch his face down in the first place. The immortal wondered whether he would leave after her outburst and actions, or perhaps demand that she tear up whatever she drew and toss them into the lake. Her small hands balled up into fists protectively over her books, she was definitely not tearing anything up this evening.
His question only managed to startle her even more. Her blue eyes gazed wide-eyed at him in surprise. Was her accent really that obvious? A light smile spread across her lips at the odd question, and her cautious look morphed into one of curiosity. "No," she replied. "I've been in Maine for...." She blinked, raising a hand to count the years she had been in the United States. It was amazing how quickly time passed when you were immortal. "...seven years." Seven years since she gave up her soul to save her sister. Seven years of leaving her life behind. A sad, foggy look clouded her face for a moment before vanishing again. Niamh wasn't a fan of bringing up her past. Shadows of doubt had an awful habit of making her feel upset and guilty, and she did not want to dwell on them in front of this stranger. The last thing she wanted was to become emotional in front of him. Still, it did not stop her from feeling haunted. She had no idea if the boy had malicious intentions, or if he was a good person, and yes, she was capable of finding out for herself if she used her gifts, but she didn't want to. She liked to consider herself a good judge of character, and the lad seemed to be leaning more towards the latter fortunately.
"Um, it's okay." said Niamh. "It's a public place after all..." The Irish girl nearly slapped herself for such a reply, but resisted the urge. She truly had no idea what else to say, and the only thing that she seemed to be able to do was point out the obvious. How had Siobhan manage to keep the boat floating during conversations? Whenever Niamh struggled to think of things to say, her younger sister always had something interesting to say and it was no wonder everybody liked her better. Niamh wasn't complaining, but she did wish that her socializing skills were better. Maybe she just had to keep trying. "It does have a nice kitchen. I always pick the same cabin. It's usually just me here too, so...I wasn't expecting anyone. It only gets crowded in the summer, so I figured that now was a pretty good time to snitch the cabin while I could, aye?" It was a clearly a rhetorical question. When she was done, Niamh secretly congratulated herself on managing to say more than the usual 'mmm yeah' and 'uh huh.' Perhaps there was hope after all.
Niamh laughed. "I was wondering." she said honestly. "It's nice to meetcha Malcolm." She plopped her own legs down into the water next to his as well, though she could not help noticing the height differences. His legs were lanky and long, and hers, well, hers was pretty short. She pursued her lips at the difference, but it wasn't with displeasure. Niamh was pretty used to herself being the shortest next to everybody, and whenever she came across someone that was shorter than five feet, the reaction that she often portrayed was pretty dramatic. Though Malcolm was by all means not below five feet, he was still a tree in her opinion when he sat next to her. "You're tall." she suddenly blurted out, gawking at him, and then at both their legs in the water. "I feel like a tiny shrub next to you." she laughed.
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Post by MALCOLM NOEL HAWTHORNE on May 21, 2013 20:44:32 GMT
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your love is my drug
[style=width:380px; padding: 2px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size:10px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto; color: #000;]As a hunter, doing things on impulse was out of the ordinary. He had been taught that going after someone without doing some research on them was dangerous. Not only could they be part of a big powerful group of their species, but they could also be a human being mistaken for a supernatural and you could end up killing an innocent person. It had happened to one of his fellow hunters, but luckily never to Malcolm himself. He knew how awful for him it had been and never wanted to experience it or have that burdon on his shoulders. He had enough to worry about to add onto it.
He hadn’t done much hunting since his death, but he did still help people out when they asked for it. He could easily get dirt on people without being seen or heard and he could help the hunters out with getting information on anyone they needed dirt on. Being a ghost came in handy when one wanted to spy on people. Malcolm had helped someone a few weeks ago but since then his world had been quiet. Natalie was safe and sound, which was good, and he had relaxed quite a bit since. Now, here at the lake, he met this little Irish girl who was arguably the most adorable thing he’d ever laid eyes on. She was as cute as a button and he didn’t know why, but he was intrigued.
Malcolm nodded. He hadn’t been in Maine for very long either. But he did like it a lot. He didn’t really know why Natalie had chosen Manuka of all places until he actually saw the place. It was great and not to crowded like New York or Los Angeles would have been. The city was big enough to have a shit ton of people, but not enough to where it got really dirty really quickly except in the shoddier sides of town. Over all though it was the perfect place for Natalie to move and seemed to be perfect for Malcolm as well.
For a second he saw a flash of what seemed like sadness wash over her face, but then it was gone almost as quickly. He wondered what had crossed her mind. Instead of asking about that, he asked instead, “In what part of Maine do you reside?” He wondered if she lived anywhere near him. With his luck she’d probably live at the top of the state or on the complete opposite side. Malcolm hadn’t met anyone other than Lea in Manuka who was really interested in him as more than a friend. He didn’t realy show himself to a lot of people though, so that could be one factor in why that was. But he was showing himself now to a complete stranger for some reason, a reason he was still a little unsure about.
Malcolm watched the girl as she spoke. She seemed a little nervous, but not because of Malcolm. He was as harmless as a fly and wouldn’t hurt anything unless it was a vampire or someone or something trying to hurt someone he loves. He grinned a little and nodded at her question. “How long are you here for?” he wondered aloud. Because he was a ghost he had to rest. But he didn’t need to rest as long as he used to because he was getting better at being solid only when he absolutely needed it. If he stayed long with Niamh today, he wouldn’t have much time tomorrow—not that he was actually planning on it. It was just a thought. She probably came out here to be alone without any bothers like him so she could draw pretty landscapes or random people that came by unannounced.
“Good to meet you, too, Niamh. That’s a pretty name, by the way,” he complimented. He had never met anyone with that name and though it was unique, it seemed to fit her perfectly. As he looked out over the lake, she commented on his height. He looked over at her and chuckled a little. Malcolm stood 6’3” so he was tall compared to a lot of people. But Niamh’s feet barely reached into the water wheras his legs were in the water almost to his knees. “Don’t feel bad or anything. A lot of people feel like shrubs next to me.” His smile remained and he ran his hand through his hair. “How tall are you anyways?” he asked, finding himself wondering what the difference was. She’d probably reach his chest if they stood up, but just barely.
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Post by NIAMH SINEAD FLYNN on Jul 7, 2013 6:00:09 GMT
daylight's coming the sun's blazing [/size][/color] new beginnings sweep into you
As a self-proclaimed hermit, Niamh's introverted personality didn't leave much room for much outdoor activities. She had not once considered the profession of hunting (the fuck would she want blood on her hands anyway?) and the closest she got to activities out in the open air was hiking for the occasional workout. Although she was immortal, the redhead did like the feel of nature around her, and plus, hiking gave her the alone time that she always needed. She wasn't doing much with her life what with all the indoor activities that she did although she was immortal, but she was at least doing something with her art. A legacy to leave behind should someone decided to come barging through her doors and putting a bullet into her heart. It wasn't a very pretty image, but then again, since when killing was nice anyway?
To be honest with herself, Niamh had no idea why she chose Maine as well. There were plenty of other supernatural hotspots in which she could run away to, but she had unconsciously picked Manuka. Maybe it had been because she had been so desperate to get out of Ireland, regardless of how small it actually was compared to other countries. Niamh had felt that she could have ran off to any part of her country like Meath or Louth, but her family would somehow still find her. Though they hardly left Dublin, the Irish girl wasn't about to take any chances. Fuck gambling with life, she had enough of that shit for the time being.
Niamh hesitated when he asked which part of Maine she lived in. The redhead considered lying, and telling him that she lived in Weld, the town in which the lake was in. For all she knew, he could know her family, and heard of her death. The chances of such were very slim, but the Flynns had plenty of contacts overseas. It was a small world after all. However, Niamh wanted to be able to bring herself to trust him. He seemed like a decent enough lad, and the immortal knew that she could use a few more friends in her life. Her blue eyes blinked, checking out his aura. It was bright, content, but there was something about it NIamh couldn't put her finger on. It felt...translucent. An unpleasant knot appeared in her stomach, only to tighten the more she checked it out. She quickly retracted her mind from it, not wanting to brood on his aura. "Manuka." replied the redhead, blinking, offering him a tiny smile. "Heard of it?"
She looked puzzled at Malcolm's next question. She hadn't thought about how long her secluding herself and her reprieve was going to be. All she had wanted was to get away from the city for a while for an indefinite amount of time. Niamh didn't have too many friends that would actually miss her, she could actually count them off the number of fingers she had. She of course, had more than that back home, but ever since her existence had been erased by the demon she had bargained with, ,her social life had been zero. Niamh was slowly picking herself back up, it sucked being alone.
"As long as I want to be here I guess," she said honestly. "I haven't given much thought about it ever since I got here. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next year, who knows." She laughed then, shaking her head. "I came here to get away from the city so...' Not finding the need to finish her sentence, she glanced down into the waters beneath her feet, her face turning pink. "Oh, um, thanks," added Niamh at his compliment at her name, her face turning even more pink. No one had complimented on it before, it was a huge first. Most people came to perceive Irish names as weird sounding, not attractive.
"I don't feel bad!" she squawked in protest. "Everyone's usually taller than me anyway." It had always been this way, she was long used to it. "I'm about five feet no more, no less." Niamh grinned, feeling herself open up to him, little by little. "What are you, a six? The next thing I know, you're gunna be tellin me that you're the Sasquatch or somethin'."
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Post by MALCOLM NOEL HAWTHORNE on Jul 11, 2013 19:44:07 GMT
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[style=width:380px; padding: 2px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size:10px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto; color: #000;]Protecting people had always been a part of Malcolm’s life. Before he was a hunter he protected his sisters, especially Natalie, his youngest sister. Going into hunting was just another way to keep his family safe. He had always thought he was responsible for his family’s safety because he was the only boy and it was his job to keep his sisters safe. He had never found the job overwhelming and had always taken the duty seriously. If no one was looking out for his siblings then something could happen to them. And while there were guardian angels out there, neither of his sisters had one as far as he knew. And because Natalie was the most trusting and the youngest of his two sisters and he had always been closer with her, he had come to Manuka to keep her safe from all of the crazy supernaturals who would go after her.
If he had any say in where she went, he’d get her to move far away from Manuka because it was much more populated with supernaturals than their hometown. Of course there were a few running around, but there were hundreds, maybe thousands here scattered everywhere. He was a little afraid for Natalie sometimes, but at the same time he knew he could do things no human could that would save her. And keeping her safe was all that really mattered to him. It was what he was born to do. It was actually odd to him that he hadn’t become a guardian angel because of how much he was willing to do to keep the people he cared about safe and sound.
Malcolm was surprised that she said she lived in Manuka. What were the chances of that happening? He smiled and nodded when she asked if he had heard of it. “Yeah, I have. It’s a nice city. My sister lives there,” he replied. Malcolm left out the part where he also sort of lived there because he didn’t have his own place and he technically didn’t live there, or at all for that matter. But giving out the information that you were a ghost was idiotic and if he knew about her fear of ghosts, he would have probably stayed away from her altogether. It was difficult to change someone’s mind when it came to liking or disliking a certain species. He knew what it was like to hate a species because vampires were the creatures he hated most. He had had a terrible run in with one and the reason he was dead was because of a vampire.
He nodded at her answer as to how long she would be here. He was here to get away from the city, too. He had always loved getting away from the chaos at least once or twice a month. The city was never really his thing. He liked living in smaller cities or larger towns, but he did have to admit that Manuka was good for a few things. Like if he wanted to get some coffee in the middle of the night there was always at least one coffee shop open near him. And the nightlife was good, so if he ever felt like going out (which was hardly ever) he could go to a club or go to Lea’s bar, which was usually where he ended up when he felt like going out.
A smile spread wide on his face when she looked at the water when he complimented her on her name. He noticed that her cheeks were dusted with pink and he found himself grinning even more. Good Lord she was cute. He looked out over the water to keep from staring at her and making her feel awkward. He never liked making people feel uncomfortable. Another thing Malcolm was good at was taking care of people. He always liked making sure every need was met and making people feel uncomfortable only made him feel uncomfortable.
“Oh good,” he chuckled lightly even though he had only been kidding before. “I’m 6”2’,” he replied smiling still. “And I’m not harry enough to be Sasquatch thank God.” Malcolm looed over at her and asked jokingly, “Are you a leprechaun?”
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Post by NIAMH SINEAD FLYNN on Aug 17, 2013 5:40:48 GMT
daylight's coming the sun's blazing [/size][/color] new beginnings sweep into you
As time passed on, Niamh became glad and grateful that Malcolm was here. The loneliness that came from being alone most of the time often killed the redhead a little inside, but she was long used to feeling it. Still, it didn't make the sensation anymore pleasant for her. The Irish woman knew that she needed to get out a little more, but she was so often cooped up in her little shell and the fortress that she put up around herself, it was almost impossible. Yet, she was indeed making the effort though, inching out little by little, and only letting people in when they did more than simply knock on her doors. She was far from becoming an actual copy of her sister, but points should be given to her for actually trying. Her immortal life was too long to be spent alone, and as long as no pressure was applied to her heart, she wasn't going anywhere.
A slight crinkle in her brow appeared when he mentioned that his sister lived in Manuka. Did she not know that the city was a hotspot for the supernaturals? But then again, Niamh had no idea if Mal was part of them or not. He seemed pretty okay and normal to her, but his aura gave off something else unpleasant for the redhead, something unpleasantly familiar. It wasn't evil by all means, but it turned Niamh's stomach over with a nasty feeling. Deciding that he could be anything he wanted as long as he didn't try to lay a finger on her, the girl nodded. She wanted to ask to ask if he lived there too, but decided that that would be too nosy on her part. She just had to assume that he did too.
It wasn't often Niamh received compliments, and whenever she did, it hit her hard. Most people would aim for her hair, or the intensity of her blue eyes, but never, never on her name. It was strange, but it left her feeling benign as well. Her cheeks turned an even brighter red, and she linked her fingers together contently. The Irish wanted to tell him that he had a nice name too, or comment on how dashing looking he was, but she was quite tongue-tied and too flustered at the moment. Her mind was in a huge whirl. It was amazing how such a simple thing to catch her off guard and make her all flustered.
Ohh that was it. Niamh spluttered for a retort, but she was unable to come up with one. The fact that he was now looming over her with that gargantuan height of his didn't make him any better. She was already imagining him as a hairy bigfoot, all roaring and shit. "Oi, that was uncalled for!" she squawked. Niamh tried to sound stern, but she was laughing so much that the effect was completely lost. "Have a leprechaun shove then!" Her hands shot out, and had she been still human, Malcolm wouldn't have felt anything. But the redhead was immortal now, and she had the strength, so into the water Mal went.
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Post by MALCOLM NOEL HAWTHORNE on Aug 23, 2013 20:04:10 GMT
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your love is my drug
[style=width:380px; padding: 2px; text-align:justify; font-family: tahoma; font-size:10px; line-height: 100%; overflow:auto; color: #000;]Loneliness had crept through his life slowly but surely since the day he died. He had lost contact with all of his family except his sister, but then she was taken from him, too. There was always a sense that he was living a life through the looking glass. He could still see everything and everyone he loved, but he couldn’t connect with them and be with them the way he craved. He could no longer hold his baby sister’s hand when she was scared or comfort her at night if she had a bad dream. He couldn’t talk to her or play with her or even have a simple conversation with her, or anyone at all for that matter. He had given up his life for hers and even if he felt completely alone in the world he would never regret his decision to save her from that evil vampire that had ruined his life and crushed his dreams. He wished he could somehow get revenge on her, but he had tried tracking her down with no luck and she could be anywhere in the world. He was glad though that she hadn’t shown her face around Manuka because he would do anything and everything to kill her.
But those thoughts left his mind when he looked over at Niamh, who looked slightly confused. He smiled a little and looked back out at the water. She was probably wondering if he lived in the city with his sister, but he figured he’d leave that a mystery. What were the chances of both of them, complete strangers would end up living in one of hundreds of cities in the same state? Well, Malcolm didn’t think it was very coincidental. Throughout his life he had always thought that people met for a reason. Really everything happened for a reason. It was the sole reason he had agreed to the contract with Shay to give up his life in exchange for his sister’s. He had been depressed about it for a while, but had soon gotten over it when he realized he had done the right thing and something good would come out of the whole thing.
The tiny little ginger grew redder still though Malcolm hadn’t thought it was possible. He laughed a little when she didn’t reply. He kept his eyes out on the water because he was so tempted to stare at her and he figured that’d only make her blush more than she already was. He loved when girls blushed. He could no longer blush, but he didn’t think it was a very manly thing to do anyways so he wasn’t beat up about it.
Her sputtering made his grin widen and he laughed when she finally came out with her words. Malcolm finally got her to laugh though and that made him feel good. He had always loved making people laugh and feel comfortable. It was one of the few things he was good at. But she had caught him off guard when she shoved him and he fell into the water. A loud yelp escaped his lips as he crashed into the water. Her strength caught him by surprise and he couldn’t help but wonder where it had come from. But it slipped his mind right when he saw her as he came to the surface of the water. Now she towered over him sitting on the dock above him. He laughed up at her and splashed water at her. “Cheap shot!” he said right before he swam to her and grabbed her legs. He pulled her towards him so that she would join him in the lake.
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it's pronounced neev you assbutts.
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Post by NIAMH SINEAD FLYNN on Sept 7, 2013 18:05:18 GMT
daylight's coming the sun's blazing [/size][/color] new beginnings sweep into you
Exhilaration. Glee. Smugness. Those three were felt exclusively by the immortal at that very moment. Ever since she gave up her life, the redhead had felt herself fading with each day that passed. It was almost as though after every sunrise, a part of herself would disappear. She wasn't unhappy, but she wasn't happy either. The more time passed, the more apathetic she became to life, and Niamh became afraid. She had been warned of course, that it was a curse of being immortal, that your feelings were now borrowed. The redhead had struggled to maintain whatsoever humanity that she had left, and to have an event trigger off her emotions was something she welcomed with open arms. Although she felt more anger most of the time because of her temper, to have such a rare occurrence of glee in herself was pleasant. She felt like a faerie for feeling like this, but hey, at least she wasn't feeding off anyone now.
Bubbles of laughter burst out from her mouth at the sight of Malcolm in the water. She hadn't meant to do it of course, she was usually too nice for that, but the girl really couldn't have helped myself. Although it was her own fault for initiating the whole thing in the first place, the situation was still tickling her funny bone. It was a good thing that Malcolm was so good humoured. After all, Niamh was a stranger to him, and strangers didn't go around pushing people into a lake. They had only just met, and she had already done something that would have sparked anger or bewilderment than most. Malcolm was different, he took it all in good stride. The immortal was already counting her lucky stars.
"Ey!" Niamh yelled when he splashed water at her, in payback for what she did to him. He wasn't going down drenched without a fight it seemed. Before she could back away and turn tail from the dock, the redhead felt her legs being grabbed. "It wasn't a cheap shot! It was a - ohnononononoshit!" The water rose up to swallow her into its depths, and she was plunged in. Niamh quickly kicked out with her legs and rose, her redhead popping up above the surface. She tossed her head, pushing red curls out of her eyes and face, and spat out a mouthful of water. Her grin was wide though when she turned back to look at Malcolm. She hadn't had this much fun in years. She glanced again at him, her head tilted slightly, taking him in before looking away again, turning red. He was wet, drenched, and...oh dear lord, he was nice to look at.
"I think we should get out of the water." Niamh finally said, already swimming back towards shore, resisting the urge to cover her face with her hands. "Y'know, in case we get a cold, and I have towels back at the house..." She was babbling now, her accent becoming even thicker with each stroke she took that would take her out of the water. Of course there was no way that she and Mal would ever fall sick now, but she didn't know that about him. All she wanted was to get out of the water and get herself dry, and at the same time, get that nice image she had of Malcolm out of her mind. Goddammit why did he have to be good looking.
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