what lovely eyes you have [ozef]

[OZSTYN JEREMIAH RIVERWOOD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #610B0B solid; border-bottom: 10px #610B0B solid;] i feel like dancin' tonight ( WORDS ) 540 ( TAGGED ) CUPPY/LIEF ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Less than half a month in Manuka, Maine, and he already had received a contract! He was absolutely gobsmacked about it. On average, it took a minimum of one month for word to spread throughout a city about his services. Perhaps it was due to the fact that Manuka was full to the brim with gossiping supernaturals? That was very likely. Humans were known to plan another's death, though those numbers drastically differ when you realize that a large portion of murders were actually committed by supernaturals. However, humans were quite odd, especially in those folly wars of theirs. Killing off their own species like that? The idea thoroughly amused him, but it was seriously confusing. Had mortals known they were not alone, they probably would not be decreasing their own population. But what did he know? It was dark. The sky was blacker than coal, which happened to be a fossil fuel used to keep the electricity on and functioning properly. That discovery was such a bright moment in mortal history. Ozstyn could remember the "boom" in the mining industry during that period of time. It was almost cute to see the humans progressing through the centuries. Sometimes it made him rethink his beliefs that the human race was inferior. Those times made him laugh. Manuka's local cemetery, what many residents here considered as a spooky place during the night. Those were clearly rumors. Or the truth for weaklings. The graveyard was no more frightening than a mouse. Tombstones stood silently, guarding the remains of the deceased. The grass was well-watered, springy and green beneath his bare feet. To be honest, it was gorgeous, with shadows clinging to the looming tree here and there, few stars twinkling way up in the night sky. A light breeze chilled the already cool air, and a family if crickets chirped nearby, tuning for their evening performance. It was soothing. But he was steering off track here. Appreciating the scenery was not a productive activity. He could do that later. Now, however, he had to scour this lonely cemetery. This particular target was going to be difficult, he could tell. All the information Ozstyn had received was a photo, a name, and the species. Lief. Ghost. The photo was held carefully between thumb and forefinger, brown eyes trained on the image. This Lief was surprisingly attractive. Too bad. A job was a job. Though, with as little information as he had, it was time to get started. Lief wasn't to be underestimated, that was clear. If there was anything he could recall best from the short talk with the person who wanted this guy gone, it was that Lief was dangerous. A murderer. As well as difficult to "kill". Ghosts were already dead, and thus Ozstyn was required to search for Lief's bones, the only way to force a ghost to move on. He didn't believe that he would find them here, in Manuka's cemetery, for Lief could have died in a different location, but it was worth a try, no? And that was why the vampire was pacing through the rows of gravestones, holding a picture of his target as he read the names on each engraved stone aloud, unaware that someone else was within the area. OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: finally! <3333

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by all time low

[LIEF LEON SNOW]

i'm waiting some some kind of miracle

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] lief was irritated, to say the least. he was irked. pissed. aggravated. frustrated. peeved. inflamed. it had been over a month since landon disappeared off the face of the planet, just days before lief was planning to propose to him with the ring landon had planned to propose to him with over a hundred years ago. the difference was that this time, lief wasn't sure landon was dead. he didn't know where the vampire was or who actually took him; all he knew was that a hunter was behind it. there was no doubt in his mind that a hunter was behind the disappearance of the one person lief managed to love since his death. hearing that someone had sent an assassin after him had been one of the final straws for lief. first of all, he couldn't believe that someone would be stupid enough to send an assassin after another assassin, but then he remembered that there was a movie about it. quite a few movies, actually, if he wasn't getting something confused in his head. after all these years, after all the movies he'd heard about and seen, he couldn't really remember how many of what he'd heard about. lief was old, one of the oldest ghosts he'd ever seen, and he was planning on keeping it that way. it wasn't that hard for lief to get information on the person sent to force him to move on. the man's name was ozstyn - what the fuck kind of name was that? he didn't even know how to pronounce it - and all signs pointed to him being a vampire. he couldn't know for sure, but that was what it looked like and what an informant had told him. honestly, at least don't go after someone that belongs to cantarella. that was stupid. after getting the basics, it hadn't been hard for him to locate the man in manuka. sure, it took some bribing here and blackmail there, and a few murders, but he was able to track this ozstyn character. he didn't follow him - not for real - until he noticed the man heading to the graveyard. well, if it wasn't obvious what he was doing there, lief didn't know what was. lief followed the man in, invisible, until he felt the timing was right. he teleported himself onto a gravestone a few feet in front of the vampire and made himself solid, sitting on the gravestone. he cleared his throat to get the man's attention, staring at him. " i thought they would have at least told you that i died before maine was even colonized. over four hundred years before it became a state, roughly eighty before a european even found it, and about a hundred years before they actually explored it. so, honestly, the first place you should have checked would have been where i actually died. " the ghost teleported to a different gravestone, still sitting on it; this one was behind ozstyn. " it's futile, though. you won't be able to force me to leave. i'm no idiot, to leave my bones in a marked grave out in the open. of course, you're welcome to go find my grave. there won't be anything in it, though. " the ghost crossed his arms, never once moving his eyes from the vampire's form. lief had always known there would be someone that went after him, ever since his first encounter with a hunter. it was after that that he had started to hide his bones, scattering them all around the world. of course, his bones were probably dust by now, but the one he kept with him at all times was doing fine. [/style]

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[OZSTYN JEREMIAH RIVERWOOD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #610B0B solid; border-bottom: 10px #610B0B solid;] i feel like dancin' tonight ( WORDS ) 606 ( TAGGED ) CUPPY/LIEF ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Within the short span just before someone appeared out of nowhere, Ozstyn had successfully gotten distracted. How the hell that happened, he didn't know. Well, okay, maybe he did. Those thoughts about humans as he wandered between rows of graves and tombstones were dangerous for him, and he was quite aware of that. But did that stop his thinking? No, of course not. He never listened to himself, which he often regrets not doing. If he had, maybe he wouldn't be staring at the sky in the middle of a task with that silly look of nostalgia covering his features, replaying the few memories he bothered to recall in his head. Gorgeous green eyes. A laugh that usually ended in the cutest little snort. Long pianist fingers tangling in his hair. Those happy images melded into the horrible ones. A cat. Wood. Blood. He never knew a human body could contain so much blood. The sudden voice startled him, to say the least, facing forward again to see who had managed to creep up on him like that. Oh. Oh. He immediately recognized this someone. Lief. It wasn't surprising that his target already knew that he was, well, being targeted. Lief is an assassin, just like the vampire. Of course he would find out. The only thing that was surprising here was how old he discovered the ghost was. He didn't bother with the correct math, but several centuries? You don't really see ghosts that old; commonly, they found what tied them to this world and they moved on, or were forced to. Lief was clearly a lot more intelligent and cunning than he thought. Not that he assumed he was an idiot. Then the ghost vanished into thin air, only to reappear and begin talking again, behind Ozstyn this time. He turned, tuning in and out now and then. He was too busy staring. He had definitely seen his share of beautiful women and men, but the picture he was given did no justice in this case. Lief looked fucking perfect, better than any model. Not only was he shorter, something the assassin had always found attractive in people of all kinds, but his eyes were to die for; rounded, hazel, the lashes that framed them giving him an almost innocent look, though he knew better. His hair looked incredibly soft, and all Ozzy wanted to do then was to touch it, but that would be weird, wouldn't it? So he didn't, no matter how tempting. It didn't mean too much, either, for his attention instead went to Lief when he invited him to go find his grave, which would be empty. Obviously. But that part wasn't necessarily what got him thinking. If it was futile to force the ghost to move on, then why was Lief there, talking to him? "If I may interject, why are you telling me this?" Ozstyn inquired, genuinely interested in the answer. "If it's as difficult as you say it is to make you leave, then what was the whole point of this? I can't imagine that you are worried. In fact, it would have probably been much easier to just ignore my investigations and intentions than find me and tell me I can't succeed." He arched an eyebrow, the curiosity evident in his voice. It didn't make sense to him, not at all. Perhaps if you were bored, he could understand, but in a town like Manuka it was always possible to find a distraction. His? Sex and murder. Not what everyone desires, but he was content with his ways, simply waiting until someone took it upon themselves to end him. OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: N/A

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by all time low

[LIEF LEON SNOW]

i'm waiting some some kind of miracle

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width: 250px; height: 290px; padding: 0px 5px 0px 5px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 11px; text-align:justify; color: #333; line-height: 99%; overflow: auto] lief knew he was a special case as far as ghosts went. hell, he was nearly six hundred years old! the ghost didn't know why, but he always managed to find something to keep him on earth instead of having him move on. that, or . . . or there was something that had always been keeping him down, something he didn't know about. he'd wondered about that a little, but who really cared? he didn't want to move on. lief wanted to stay on earth forever, terrorizing the hunters and making sure the humans knew their place. after a while, his bones would hopefully turn to dust and spread through the world, making him unable to be forced to move on. yes, he liked that idea very much. when ozstyn spoke, lief was a bit taken aback. for a moment, he looked and sounded so much like landon . . . lief's face showed his surprise for only a moment before he controlled his expression once more. no, this guy wasn't like landon. landon was sweet and gently and afraid of kittens, and this guy . . . this guy was a fellow assassin, someone that didn't care about hurting someone for food like landon had. this guy, no matter how much lief saw landon in his eyes, was not landon . . . he wasn't even close to lief's sweet and caring twice - almost - fiance. " why? because i have enough to deal with without having someone trying to force me to move on. i'm here to stay, so tell your boss or whoever's paying you that it's a waste of time to go after me. save yourself some time and go get a new job, " he replied, huffing a little. lief really didn't like having to break character - he usually pretended to be a cute little ghost - but this was getting irritating. seriously, sending someone to kill him? that was a little stupid. not a little, actually - it was really stupid. lief had made a reputation for himself, sure, but alongside his name was also the name of a very high and powerful organization. cantarella. lief hopped down off the gravestone and walked towards ozstyn, crossing his arms. there was no need for him to be worried, not unless the vampire had salt or iron. even if he did, though, lief would be okay. sure, that shit hurt like crazy, but it wouldn't hurt as much as a tree branch going straight through the vampire's heart. he grinned a little at the thought. " who sent you, anyway? the same people who took landon? if you know anything about him, tell me. if i find out you know anything about where he is and don't tell me now, i will personally kill you and it will not be fun. it will hurt. a lot. " if this guy was a rival assassin, that meant he might know something about landon. lief knew it was a long shot, but it was worth the risk of revealing some personal information. [/style]

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[OZSTYN JEREMIAH RIVERWOOD]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #000000; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #610B0B solid; border-bottom: 10px #610B0B solid;] i feel like dancin' tonight ( WORDS ) 561 ( TAGGED ) CUPPY/LIEF ( STATUS ) COMPLETE This was all rather amusing to Ozstyn. More interesting, actually, but amusing nonetheless. He caught the look of surprise that flitted across Lief's expression before the ghost maintained his sort of pissy demeanor. What crawled up his ass and died? That look, though... He couldn't get it out of his mind. As soon as his mouth opened and words spilled out, it was almost as if Lief hadn't expected that reaction. Maybe he didn't. Oz had a habit of confusing people; hell, he couldn't figure himself out at times. Such as now. There was plenty of sources of wood, and he could possibly "die" in a few minutes if Lief decided to run a tree branch through him, yet he stayed simply because he was curious. And enjoying the view, of course. The suggestion that he quit this task, surprisingly, didn't bother him very much. Usually it would, but with every other word Lief uttered he became more and more intrigued. Plus, it was a waste of his time, trying to make this particular ghost move on. Nearly impossible, and it required travel and plenty of other things to track down all of his bones. Not that time meant anything to him, but he felt a strong unwillingness to leave Manuka, even if he basically just got here. "Alright." The vampire complied without need for threat or further coaxing. He wasn't going to fight about it. Lief was smart and planned ahead. Good for him. Besides, Oz still had plenty of other activities to fill his time until he got another contract. None of this really complicated things for him. And then Lief fucking strolls over. So that probably wasn't a big deal, considering the ghost had the better advantage; Ozstyn didn't keep salt and iron on him, and it wouldn't do much good if he had a stick stuck in his chest. Perhaps it was his expression. 'Fuck with me or you'll regret it.' His words were also pretty pissy, and it made the man wonder what could have riled up someone like this. Definitely not his snooping. No, that was just icing on the cake for Lief, wasn't it? He was right. Lief went straight to questioning him about the location or any information regarding this Landon character. Damn, did he sound mad. That had to be what was upsetting him, this kidnapping of Landon. "I would love to share what I know, but, unfortunately, I do not know anything about Landon." And that was the truth. Ozstyn had never met or even heard of anyone, anywhere named Landon up until this point. But that did not stop him from noticing the way Lief said it. A hint of affection in there. It was the way he sounded whenever he spoke about Ba.. He pushed the thought out of his head to focus. So, Landon meant something to this ghost? Interesting. "Threats are entirely unnecessary. I'm not afraid of you, Lief," Ozzy decided to point out then, shoving his hands into his pockets as he shifted his weight to his left foot instead with raised eyebrows. In fact, the only thing he felt about Lief right now was that he kind of wanted to fuck the guy. He had a nice body from what he could tell from this perspective, with an even better face. He wasn't going to lie; Lief was attractive. OUTFIT: HERE NOTES: N/A

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by all time low