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Post by mystique on Jul 27, 2011 21:12:34 GMT
Mystique sat in front of her mirror, curling her naturally curly hair slightly to give something extra to it. Then, she began to put on some make up, just lightly to accent the highlights of her face as she just hummed softly. Time continued to go on as she stood up, looking at herself, wearing a tank top that cut across her chest, showing a slight bit of cleavage commented with lace at the top of the black tan top. She was wearing some faded blue and then had some long black boots on, her hair falling gracefully onto her shoulders before she just smiled, grabbing her phone and her car keys.
She quickly stepped out of her house and drove to his house, having his address in between two fingers as she just leaned forward, searching for the addresses while she slowed down in front of one green house. She just put the car into park, the engine calming to silence as she stepped out, her heals gently tapping against the ground as she just shut her door. She hesitated, making sure the address was right before she stepped up the path and up to the door. She rang the door bell, waiting for a few moments, but when no one answered, she opened the screen door and knocked.
TAG: Damon/Chandler
WORDS: 221
NOTES: Sorry a bit short for a starting post.
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Post by damon on Jul 28, 2011 1:30:15 GMT
 THE CITY IS AT WAR[/color][/font] playtime for the young and rich[/center] Another quick escape for Damon. It had been another morning of waking up to a pretty stranger- pretty not hot sexy, but pretty. Like most days, he had slept in till about noon and then saw that she was already up, doing something. She would see him stir and kiss him and she'd insist on talking a little bit. Damon took another few words from her, really only nodding as she blabbered on and on about some shit. Like a relationship or something stupid. As soon as her pretty little head excused herself for a snack, she crept out. It sounded scandelous but in his defense, she was just not letting him leave. She used smiles and hands to keep him where he was. It was absolute torture for him sometimes to try to leave when a woman's hands were all over you. She might has well tied him down to the bed with chains until she went into the other room. Damon just walked out, put his clothes back out, and walked out the door to head to his small little one bedroom place.
When he got out, he felt the sensation of freedom pass him as he lifted his head. Taking a deep breath, he strolled on his way. It was a nice afternoon. The birds wern't chirping annoyingly, he had gotten laid the previous night, he escaped, and best of all, he didnt' recall at all giving her his number. That way she would have to dig very deep to get his number. Everything worked out the way it should. Well, what he could do with it. What worked out perfectly would be her telling him that he could leave as soon as they were done and had no hard feelings about it. There just wasn't those type of woman anymore. It was such a pity. Damon would have honored those women and put him on a favorites list. His phone book was backed high, having secret symbols in case someone got ahold of it. The dashes were drug dealers, stars were favorite fuck buddies, scribbles was a caller ID he avoided, the very rare underline meant dude, and circled ones were... he paused. Oh he forgot what the circles meant, but he was sure that they were something important. He'd surely find out if he decided to pick up the phone one day.
He checked his phone, seeing that he had called Cason Ellery. Oh, that was a good one, because the poor guy never got laid. Damon liked to brag so put his phone by the bed and called people. He claimed it was butt dialing, but honestly, who did that anymore? His blueish green eyes glanced up to freeze and see that an absolutely marevlous woman was at someone's door, desperatly knocking to try to gain attention. She had curly hair, a shirt that if she turned around, he'd see right down it, and a rocking body from the back. Damon just really hoped nothing was wrong with her face. If he saw her face, she'd be golden. Oh, he must have her. Quickly, he stuffed the phone back within the depths of his pocket, staring and fixing his hair a little bit, making it the same crazyness it always was. Then very easily he strolled over and smiled at her, leaning on the edge of the wall she was at, "No one lives there you know."
Truth, Damon didn't have a clue if anyone lived there or not. For all he knew it could be one of his cousin's house- as he had a lot of family he couldn't remember of which was which. Still, since the person wasn't answering the door, it was a safe bet to make. Not to mention that this was around the time everyone was out and about instead of having visitors. He tilted his head, giving her a very large crooked grin, letting his clothes hang loosely on him like they always had. Damon was also wearing his signature very old leather jacket. It was starting to be very badly worn out as he wore it everywhere, but it didn't matter. To think that he had forgotten his sunglasses! Damon would be the best in his sunglasses, hanging it on his shirt when he wasn't wearing them. Still, he figured that he looked good no matter what he did, so he didn't worry about it. Sometimes, he wanted to love himself, but then he thought that perhaps his humbleness might go down. He was the most humble person on Earth. No one was more humble than him. IGNORE ME IF YOU SEE ME [/color][/size] cause i just don't give a shit[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Jul 28, 2011 2:06:27 GMT
Mystique just sighed softly, as she waited for about two minutes, running a few fingers through her curly hair as she just jumped as a man came and leaned up against the wall. “Oh really? Well, that’s odd,” she said, looking at him once more, catching his features, noticing how rather handsome he was. Now she started listening to his thoughts, realizing the fact that he was a liar. He did look classy in her opinion as she just simply crossed her arms over her chest, raising an eyebrow at him as he obviously had been checking her out. She just smirked a bit, flicking up her piece of paper in front of her eyes as she just ignored him slightly for a moment. “Well, hmm, I don’t suppose you could help me,” she said wondering if he would abuse this privilege, try to pick her up, but she partially wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine and so she just looked at him over the sheet of paper, her eyes scanning over him.
She wondered who this boy could have possibly been to want to randomly come up to her and talk but obviously he was trying to pick her up. Just the way he was leaning and that was when she remembered hearing some random thoughts about a woman’s body, perhaps it had been about her. Then, after a moment, she just said, “I mean you probably know the area better than I do, seeing as how you’re quite the gentleman to come up here and tell me that no one lives here,” she said gesturing to the house, playing with him slightly and also playing dumb in a sense. Mystique was truly a bit evil on the inside and it was not until moments like this that she really had shown it. Today, was not going to be his lucky day considering she heard all of his lies and all of his thoughts. A coy grin overtook her mouth, but it appeared to be nothing other than innocent as a few strands of hair fell in her face.
“I’m Mystique Hewitt by the way. Who would you be?” She questioned, putting a hand out politely for him as she usually was. The hand shake was simply a sign of respect, but shallow minded individuals like the one standing before him would never truly understand the action. She just focused on his eyes momentarily, her eyes studying his facial features and just then looking over at the house and the address, knowing this had to be it. A sigh escaped her lips, a bit frustrated from the whole fact that Chandler may have given her a false address which would be a surprise to her simply because he did not seem the type to do that to anyone.
TAG: Damon/Chandler
WORDS: 473
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Post by damon on Jul 28, 2011 6:17:39 GMT
THE CITY IS AT WAR [/color][/font] playtime for the young and rich[/center] When she turned, she was as hot as Damon imagined her to be from the back. Nothing wrong with her face spilled out one word for him. Jackpot! He was also correct on the shirt, only taking a very quick glance down it so that it wasn't too noticable. It may have just been his eyes darting around for all she knew. She didn't seem to do the thing that woman somtimes liked to do, which was look at him and get all 'you're a creep rapist' on his ass when all he wanted to do was have sex with them and leave- AT THEIR OWN FREE WILL, he might add to anyone who was listening. He gave her a full smile this time, showing his straight white teeth at her. "I probably can. What are you looking for?" He asked, trying to see what was on the cursed piece of paper that she was flying everywhere. He hoped to god it wasn't a blind date, or if the dude that lived there showed up, things could get awkward.
She was smiley and actling like a lonely lost girl, but all Damon saw were a nice ass, nice boobs, and a chance to hookup. She called him a gentlman, he had to hide in a gag, shaking his and pretending to be modest about it. Damon was a very good lair. After years and years of endless pratice, one got very good at it. It was always nice when he didn't have to think about everything he said. He could just be blunt all the time. Since girls didn't really like being told that he didn't care what happened on Friday with several girlfriends and wanted to have sex instead, he did have to suck it up a little bit. He prayed silently that this chick wasn't like that. Wasn't one of those obnixious brats. A face that good should really have something to go with it There was always a price, it seemed, for beauty like that. It was such a sad deal, he thought.
Damon made a crooked smile at her, standing up straight and taking her hand and lightly kissing it, a trick that usually played on elegant beauitful girls such as this one. If it had been someone who didn't like that, they probably wouldn't even hold up the hand. Sometimes the best cards were the ones that he had to just gamble for. "Damon Ellis." He said devilishly, letting go of her hand and jerking his head so that his hair all up and everywhere stayed in it's proper place. "Where might you be located?" He asked, thinking in his mind how this was going to play out. If she had the right address, then it was very simple. Just say she faked an address, but he could gladly help her with the problem if they went somewhere. Perhaps ask her to dinner or something when they were finished. If he caught the right vibe, he'd say fuck the dinner. Lets go to his place. Or hers. It was always poliete to give it her choice. Damon liked her place because he could leave whenever he wanted to instead of trying to usher her out like no tomorrow. IGNORE ME IF YOU SEE ME [/color][/size] cause i just don't give a shit[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Jul 28, 2011 20:52:09 GMT
Mystique just gazed up at him, studying his eyes as he just thought those dirty thoughts, wondering how he would react when she heard everything, but perhaps he would not care. She just raised an eyebrow slightly as he pretended to be a gentleman, but she did not even have to read his thoughts to know what type of character lived in him. Simply by his posture and the way he acted told her a tale of where he had been. The many other girls he probably had laid over were not very smart, falling for the simplest of sins as they just gazed over him, not digging under the surface to find what was truly left for them. He was the type that simply snuck out instead of giving a woman a proper goodbye after a night that had gotten into the bedroom. He was simply hoping to land the same type of nature with her. Then, he kissed her hand, and a beautiful smile tugged at her lips, but she was pulling it there purposely, pretending to fall for his charm.
Then, when he said his name, that changed everything, a smirk going to her lips as she nearly laughed in his face. “Well, well, Damon Ellis, I suppose you would know where Chandler Way is then,” she said, a big mischievous grin crossing her expression as she gazed at Damon, waiting a moment to see his reaction. Then she continued anyways, “By the way, go fuck some other slut considering I’m far from being that girl and you’re far from being my type. Next time you should be careful when you’re talking to an immortal, love,” she said, ringing the doorbell once more as she knew he had to be home and she needed to tell him this story about how his brother hit on her. She just laughed softly, looking finally away from him and glancing through the window to see if he Chandler might be coming.
TAG: Chandler/Damon
WORDS: 331
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Post by chandler on Jul 28, 2011 22:26:47 GMT
  THE CITY IS AT WAR[/color][/font] playtime for the young and rich[/center] Damon smiled as he watched his brilliant plan come into plan. She smiled brightly at him when he kissed her hand, an instant classic of a gentleman thing. A lot of people did that around here, and he wasn't quite sure why. He figured that all of the old supernaturals that had been living for years and years at a time. So when they grew up, he supposed that was the normal shake hands thing. Also, Damon didn't really give a shit about why other people did it. All he knew that was when he did it, it obvioulsy was going to be a hit. There was some girls who found it weird, but he could usually tell which ones they were. This one would appreciate it. Everything was placing itself perfectly. He had a cocky attitude, and it was contiuning to grow with all the things he did. Like he was honored in some magical way or another. Of course, she may have been easy and he couldnt' detect it, but it didn't seem like it.
Oh no, Chandler Way sounded very fimiliar to him. He was going to pretend to think about it, but now he found himself really digging into his memory about the name. Damon found that hsi feelings were acting up. Oh hated it when they did this. So inconvient for him to have feelings. Still, he found that this time it was impossible to ignore, especially when he was searching through his head. Then it came to him. She was seeing the fucking prick who ordered a beer and got the best looking girl in the bar to talk to him, but didn't bring her home. Guys like those were a disgrace to everyone in the bar they step foot in. Damon wouldn't be surprised if he even read a little bit. God, what a pussy. It was bad enough that she was seeing him now. At least that his competition was small. Damon thought very low to the guy, so in his mind, it was obvious as to who the girl should have picked.
He was backfired and shocked at her next sentence, speechless and horrified. What did she say? What did he do wrong? She said something about an immortal and he thoguht for a moment. Damon, none the less, was actually a complete idiot and airhead when it came down to it, so he thought for a few moments. Immortal. Yes, Vi said something about them. Obviously they lived forever, and some saw auras or some shit, but what else was there that was in there? Then it hit him hard like a brick. Fuck. They could read minds. His shoulders sank. Normally he would go after her, but he had nothing if he could read her thoughts. So with a lot of annoyance and hatred, she thought fuck you bitch hoping that it was loud enough to hear just as he looked over and saw the door opened, lifting his eyebrow.
Chandler heard the knock, but considering he had been taking a shower, he had to rise all the cursed shampoo out of his hair. He did it quickly and got out, rising himself and not even bothering to put a towel over him, as he planned to change before he got down there. However, he heard a knock on the door and sighed, figuring he better answer it so she didn't think she was being ignored. He found the towel he had tossed previously and put it around his waist, covering the one area that needed to be covered. It was his new house. Before he had been in a small apartment, but now he had just moved into a nice cute two bedroom house. It wasn't too big, but considering he lived by himself, he could care less. The thing he liked about it was the large living room- well for the size of the place. He spent most of his time in this room, so might as well be the biggest.
He opened the door, hearing just outside with his supernatural ears her hiss at someone pretty harshly. Oh dear, who decided to mess with Mystique's better nature now? With a sigh, he peeked through, seeing that it was Damon Ellis. A person that was quite known around the parts. Chandler had the feeling that he wasn't liked by this guy very much, but at the same time, he didn't mind not getting this guys approval. He seemed like a bit of a jerk. "Hey beauty. Everything going alright?" He asked, taking a Q-tip and starting to clean his ears while he was just standing there. Damon got a challenging look on his face, growling in almost a hiss, "You? How could you get her?" He asked. Chandler sighed, seeing he was a wee bit jealous, and ignored him, "Come on in Mystique." But Damon stepped one step forward.
How dare that fucking punk ignore him! Oh, it was on now! Damon was sure going to be heard. His hands started to feel a very hot burn, as if he was going to shoot fire out of his hand. Which was fine. He was in the precense of an immortal and at this point, who gave a shit about Chandler. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Jul 29, 2011 0:42:32 GMT
Victory was Mystique’s considering the shocked expression, but also, a sense of hatred built up in her at his hypocrisy. She was definitely glad she was smarter than he ever would be, but the fact that he finally realized exactly what she was, that she could read minds. That was when he thought what he did and she grimaced, but in between all that, the door opened and asked if everything was alright, but before she could respond. The jealousy that flooded the tone of Damon was so thick that she thought she was going to be sick, only wanting to step inside. She was about to but then Damon stepped forward as she growled, hearing his intentions. No one was going to touch Damon but herself and that was just how it was going to be.
She pulled him back by his shoulders as hard as she could, turning him towards her and punching him in the face, “That’s for trying to hurt Chandler,” she said and punched him again, “And that is for calling me a bitch,” she said, glaring at him with an intensity that she could create fire of her own. “He is twice the man you will ever be and until you get knocked on your ass a few times, you will never learn that,” she said, slipping inside and slamming the door behind them, before moving forward into his house, so tense that the air changed in the room, as she just shook her hand out, it feeling numb, but she felt the adrenalin course through her veins.
Mystique was a tough little woman which was only proven by these last few moments. She had learned to protect herself over the 2000 years she had been alive, even if in the simplest ways, but she just took a deep breath and went to go sit on his couch, running her fingers through her hair as she just hoped Damon would know better than to fight back against a girl. Although, men like him made her angry to the bone because he did not respect her, not in the true sense. All he cared about was getting late and he pretty much would go to any length to get that, except if someone threw it in his face and laughed.
She just sighed out, “Moving on, how are you doing, beau?” She asked him, simply just looking up towards him, her eyes running down to the towel, as she smirked a bit. “Undressing already for me?” She teased at him, just crossing her legs slowly as she rested her head against the wall behind her. Part of her mind was still lingering from the other night which softened her features as she looked at him, her curly hair framing her face as it fell to her shoulders gently. Part of her missed him since the night they had met last and she was unsure as to why, but part of her really wanted to see him again. “I missed you,” she said, admitting it as she laid there, wondering if he felt the same.
TAG: chandler
WORDS: 519
NOTES: I hope its all alright. I found the part about Damon comical, but if it needs to be adjusted lemme know.
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Post by chandler on Jul 29, 2011 19:32:04 GMT
THE CITY IS AT WAR [/color][/font] playtime for the young and rich[/center] Damon was still baffled on exactally someone like Chandler could do that. Honestly, it was like an insult to Damon in some strange way or another. He figured it was because she said no in a very brutal way to him, but she was perfectly fine to this idiot. He was ready to fight, not even caring about the selfish bitch anymore. His temper was rising to the very tip point, first with being insulted verbally then being insulted with this fucking stunt. He was ready to throw fists. It didn't even bother him that the poor guy was probably just an innocent bystander. When Damon's temper raged, it tended to sail overboard. He wasn't upset very often, as it didn't take a lot to get him that way. Damon handled girls objecting him all the time (well, not ALL the time, but enough) but that was just hard and cruel the way she did it. He hoped she heard him.
That's when the unexpected happen. Damon felt hand on his shoulder and before he could snap it wasn't any of her fucking buisness anymore, a large pain went right on his nose, stubmling backward and trying to adjust his eyes to see what had hit him. He heard a voice and before he could respond, was hit again. Mystique. That bitch! He growled, saying it was for calling her a bitch in the first place. "You fucking wondered why." He muttered under his breath, holding his nose. Sometimes, he wished he wasn't such a nice guy when it came to punching girls. He wished that he could smack her around, as his strength, immortal or not, would probably hit her pretty good. But Damon was better than that. Oh, he wished that. Damon wasn't going to have Aphrodite start another fight, thought she may insist. He didn't want her to get in trouble for that. Though the thought was very tempting, seeing as he certainly couldn't hit her the way he wanted to. He hoped that she died alone.
With that thought in his head, he turned and stormed off, cursing as he did so, leaving Chandler to stare at him as he walked by. Did she just hit him? Hm, interesting. He wasn't sure what to think of that, but he supposed that she could hear his thoughts. Chandler would have easily just taken the beating. Bullies tended to do that often. All Chandler did was defend himself. Not to mention he could probably speed away in a heartbeat. With a frustrated sigh, he realized that's all he'd be able to do that others couldn't. Run away as fast as possible. He could be such a coward sometimes. Chandler envied people who had bravery in their hearts. He wished that he could have at least a little bit. Perhaps people would enjoy his company more. Mystique walked in, and he gently closed the door behind her, going to his room to get dressed.
He stopped on the way, seeing as she was talking to him now. He made a gentle laugh when at her comment and smiled, "I'd be completely naked but I didn't want to scare the neighbors opening the door." He teased back, heading into his room and at least putting on a pair of pants. Why was he always shirtless around her? He wasn't sure, but it was bizzaring him out a little bit. With that thought in mind, he went and grabbed a shirt so that he wasn't always like that, then walked back in to greet his guest. There was still several boxes around, as the only room he had unpacked fully was his bedroom. He still needed his kitchen, bathroom, and living room. He'd have to actually purchase items for the spare. "How do you like the house? Wish it had a cool library, but alas." Then he heard her and he nodded, finding a seat next to her, titling his head, "I missed you too." YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Jul 29, 2011 20:58:55 GMT
Mystique had listened to his thoughts, wondering if perhaps her words had been too far with Damon. Instead of being logical, she was being something more, a small bit of emotionally controlled in the way she had said some of the stuff to him. She just shook her head, not feeling bad for punching him twice, but rather feeling bad for making her words go a bit too far. Words spoke the loudest sometimes, and there was no opportunity to take them back, not even sometimes when they were thought. With Christian, she had not been able to hide one thing from him and him the same. That was the thing about dating an immortal was that there were no secrets, not when your mind wandered so easily that it jumped from topic to topic. Before you realized it, the cat was out of the bag. She could still hear Damon’s thoughts and she knew if she had pushed him hard enough, he would have been that guy, but she did so to prevent Chandler from getting hurt. She was very protective in that way and she would not see someone she cares about getting hurt.
Her focus returned to Chandler’s thoughts as she wondered what he thought after that little incident. “Chandler, you have to understand, I couldn’t have let him hurt you. I couldn’t stand there and listen to his intentions and not do something. I hope you understand that or may this action condemn me. I don’t necessarily regret it, but I felt like it just had to be done before things went wrong,” she said, her eyes connecting with his for a moment until he started to walk away. She was the type of woman to protect those around her, especially when she could basically predict the future or more so connect the dots quickly. She was given this gift and therefore she would not hesitate to use it to its fullest. She could have allowed Damon to punch him, but she could not have watched Chandler just suffer, even if it did not hurt quite like she thought it might.
She just laughed at his responds to her teasing, just smirking wide as she watched him disappear into the other room, still keeping an eye on his thoughts. Such interesting thoughts seem to cross his mind as he wondered why he had been always shirtless around her. She was honestly not thrown by that, but he seemed a bit bothered by the idea and she just waved the thought away, considering why this would be bothering him so much around her. At his next question, she mused over it, looking simply around the room and into what she could see of the kitchen. “Seems nice enough, what about you? Nice libraries are slightly overrated. But why worry over one when you can just stop over by my house,” she said, smirking a bit at him.
He responded with a simple ‘I missed you too realizing how much different this was than the night before. Just how they met and how he seemed to be acting as opposed to the night before. Part of her was slightly let down already, hoping that they could keep this going, but she knew not to assume such, therefore, she would move on. “So hmm, need some help unpacking?” She asked him, her eyes flickering to some boxes that lingered throughout the room. “That guy seemed to know you, hate you, but for the wrong reasons, but I don’t think I helped by being here,” she said, wincing slightly because he had become extremely jealous by the fact that Chandler had “gotten” her instead of him. Chandler had, but maybe not in the sense that Damon thought, but she was not even sure at this point.
TAG: chandler
WORDS: 636
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Post by chandler on Jul 30, 2011 4:49:47 GMT
HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW [/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] It was strange. No one had really cared about Chandler in that direct way before. No one, in the past, had really said 'oh look, Chandler's about to get hit, perhaps I should help him'. Instead, they seem to think that it's a lesson of some sort. A lesson that Chandler needed to be the one getting on people. He was a very large guy, so typically, the big dude was the one that ruled the big world. Since he wasn't like that, he might as well had been small in the enviornment. Not that he would be any different if he were smaller, but all the same. It was like a shamed profession if he wasn't as good as it as he was. Mystique really didn't need to do that. The way she was putting it, it sounded as if Damon was going to murder Chandler. It wasn't going to be bad. Maybe a couple of punches. It was no different than the bullies he had grown up with. "You still didn't have to do that. He's just... I'd get over it." He stated simply, feeling strange calling a grown man a bully.
That was true. Chandler could just wander over to Mystiques. His little library at the moment was the spare bedroom. He was going to have to get a bed in there. Whoever stayed in there would have deal with bookshelves, but it was mostly for company anyway. It wasn't like he was going to have a roommate anytime soon. Only one person had really seen this place, and it had been the second day he had moved in. Ah Jude. Chandler shook his head and smiled grandly when he pictured her in his mind, then focusing on Mystique, trying to distract his thoughts with a guest that could read minds. Rude to think about something else while company was there. Especially someone like her. Her beautiful curls glided over her shoulder as she looked around the place, and he couldn't help but half smile. She was still his beauty though. "Of course! Gives me another reason to come over." He told her with a wink.
Unpacking? No. Chandler had a strange way of making sure everything was exactally where it was. If he cleaned the house, he couldn't find anything for the next week since everything was put into it's proper place. He couldn't even imagine the huge disaster he would poteintally have if someone else unpacked for him. "Oh, I don't have a lot. Maybe go through some of my old stuff with me." He added, remembering that some of his childhood memories were here from packing it away from his parents. His apartment was pretty small, so he had to put it in the garage where a car was suppose to go. He felt like it had been ten years since he looked through it. He flashed a dazzling smile at Mystique, just picturing her go through it with him. "And how have you been doing?" He was talking in perticular about her sore heart, in which Chandler ached just thinking about. Poor Mystique.
Chandler sighed, shaking his head, "I've only met the guy once. It was at the bar a while ago. He got super mad at me because... I guess I took his date away." He said with a little bit of a guilty look. He did feel bad for that, since Chandler had only seen that the girl was sitting there by herself. He had no idea that Damon had left for a moment. What Damon said frustrated him was that he didn't even 'take her home' in which case Chandler was confused. He was mad about not taking Damon's date back home? It was all a jumbled up mess. There really wasn't a good explanation for it. "Don't worry about it. Or me for that matter." He didn't want people worrying about him. It was a nice feeling that someone cared for him, but that was the extent. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Jul 31, 2011 2:17:28 GMT
Mystique just gazed at him, listening and allowing herself to mull his thoughts over about everything that had happened. Was she in the wrong for helping him when no one else would have? She knew she would have felt horrible just standing there even if he was able to hold his own ground or sprint away from the scene. Then his words made her look down at the ground, feeling instantly guilty that she had stepped in the way she had. She felt like a child who had simply disobeyed her parent by breaking something glass. Everything had shattered in a moment, not like she would have thought would have happened, but she knew now that she had been completely illogical in her reaction. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt,” she said, her voice so quiet that it surprised her as she met his gaze slowly, not hiding anything from him, just wondering how she could fix this.
Mystique continued to shuffle through his thoughts of a new room and then landed on his thoughts of Jude, immediately sending her to become not only surprised but a bit caught off guard. She had obviously allowed her expectations to rise a little bit for him, but now they were crushed. He was seeing someone else, at least that is what it seemed like from his thoughts. That was when she realized that she was gazing at him and there was an expression of pain written in her eyes and a slight show of it in her expression. She just looked down on his chest, just thinking as he then mentioned that, now confusion overwhelming her mind. Then, he told her to give him another reason to come over and a small smile tugged at her lips, “Of course,” she simply said, knowing that she would find a reason to have him come over, but she did not know when. “We can plan something within the next two weeks, otherwise I’m going to France for a few weeks with a friend,” she said, thinking of Jackson now, a smile growing on her lips. Now they were even once again, having thought about other people, it occurring to her how similar Chandler and her were once again.
“I’d love to do that if you were up for it, I mean, unless you had other plans for tonight,” she said, raising her eyebrows as if expecting a possible outing or something, but she knew that there was perhaps nothing planned. Then he asked her how she was doing and memories flooded back, but she was already managing to get better, “Much better. I know it’s only been a short time, but I’m getting better,” she smiled, sighing slowly and just felt him sympathize for her again and she just found his hand. “Don’t worry about me, Chandler,” she said softly, her fingers interlacing gently with his as she just gazed up into his eyes, a smile on her lips once again.
Mystique concentrated on the whole problem between Damon and Chandler, finding the little anger behind Damon’s actions ridiculous and a bit insane. Then, she wondered if she was bothering him, but she just grew quiet, her hand growing lose in his, suddenly feeling rather distant. Sex really did complicate everything with Chandler for her and she was not sure why, but she cared for him, maybe more than she ought to. She wanted to apologize, but she knew it would not change anything so what was the point? She hated when people apologized for stupid things especially when they did not mean it. She wanted to discuss something with him about the other night, but she did not want to ruin anything, not at this moment, but some things had to be done. “Chandler, can I talk to you about the other night?” She said, looking at him, a serious tone to her eyes and her words as she just wondered how he would react. She wanted to jump right into the conversation, but she held back in case his thoughts revealed more than he let on.
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Post by chandler on Jul 31, 2011 16:53:40 GMT
HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW [/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] A lot of him wasn't really watching his thoughts. For one, he almost forgot that Mystique could easily listen to everything that was going through his head. Plus, it was pretty exsahasting having to make sure that you didn't say what you thought, let alone, think what you think. In a sense, he couldn't really control his thoughts. If it popped into his head, he could block it out, but it would have to pop into his head first. As he watched her, she looked down and looked like she was about to cry! Automatically, all of his thougths about the matter shut off and just went to try to help his friend. Chandler really did like her. She was like the close friend that he had been misisng all these years. His big around went around her waist so that he pull her closer and put his head against the side of hers so that she could hear the small whispers, "Beauty, it's fine. No one's really stuck up for me before. The last thing I wanted was for you to get hurt trying to shield me" It was true.
Chandler had no idea if Damon was one of the punks who hit girls back. From the looks of things, it seemed that he wanted to. Damon really had that dangerous glint in his blue green eyes that his fist wanted to throw back at her, but he resisted. For that, Chandler had a little higher thought of him. Not much, but a little bit. There was some that wern't afraid of it. If he went to swing back, Chandler wasn't sure what he would do then. Defintally step in and probably start a brawl with the guy. No one was going to hurt Mystique and get away with it, especially one that happened right in front of his nose. He was already feeling a deep anger when it came to this Christian guy he'd never met. Not saying that he was going out and starting a big fight or anything, but he would defintally have a few things to say to the guy if they ever crossed paths. With Chandler's social attitudes, he probably would.
Then the strangest thing happened. She looked at him with a very... hurt look. As if he had thought of something that really offended her or something. Chandler ran through his mind frantically trying to figure out what it was he thought, as surely it wasn't something he was thinking out loud. Lets see, he was thinking about libraries, friends, meeting people, j- oh. He blinked a couple of times. No, no, Jude and him were just friends... kind of. They hit it off really well, and he wouldn't mind seeing her again, but he wasn't sure if he was going to. There was real no signal of communication that she really did. Shaking his head, he also silently wondered why that had hurt. There wasn't any promises between them. It didn't occur to Chandler that she had hoped for more. Both of his past ones really had just left without another word. He wasn't even sure if he had their number anywhere. If it had occured to him, he would feel absolutely awful.
France? Seemed that this was a good close trusted friend. He felt like asking if it happened to be a little more, but he shut it out of his mind. There was no reason to start assuming things. Chandler wouldn't have minded to go with just a friend, so why should she be any different? "How long is a few? You're not allowed to make me miss you too much!" He exclaimed with a teasing smile, joking only of course. If she wanted to go for a week, then that was all good and up to her. Chandler wanted his friend to be happy. Even as she talked about the trip, it didn't take a mind reader to see a small smile painted across her lips. Maybe it was just his wild imagination, but he swore he saw her figure bright up a little bit, as if her pale skin reflected brightly off of the sun.
Chandler half smiled, remembering that he had some fifth grade pictures he had drawn at the time. He had a hard time getting rid of anything, really. Not to mention it was fun during these times to look back and float around in the memories that had come with the object. He swore, he was going to be found on the show hoarders one of these days or another. When he was a grumpy old man growling at everyone getting rid of his stuff. "You can if you want. Not too exciting..." With living as long as she had, he figured that she was pretty use to moving from one place to another. Then she said no to worry about him, and he couldn't help but make a small laugh. "Says the same woman who took a punch for me not too long ago." He teased, rubbing her shoulder. He did worry about her. She probably knew more on surviving than he did, but it didn't stop him. He was extremely protective. Always had been.
The conversation changed. She made it sound serious and Chandler was confused. Again, it wasn't really occuring to Chandler because in all his experience, it had been so casual. Not to mention that she wasn't going to be wanting him to be a partner of anything. He had never had a girlfriend and was sure to be the worst boyfriend in the world for the extreme lack of experience. "Sure... " He said a bit hesitantly, not sure what the conversation could be going towards. It was worrying him a little bit and he silently wondered if she had wanted more. Now it was finally reaching in his mind and he instantly felt like a giant jerk. One of those that left girls hanging. Oh god, why hadn't he had seen it before? He bit his bottom lip, wondering what else would come, as he really did feel like smashing his head against the wall at that moment. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Jul 31, 2011 20:55:32 GMT
Mystique had been debating at what point would she stop aching to want someone to love her again because right now, she needed someone to help her up, to treat her like she was loved. Then he slipped his arms around her waist as she was pulled closer, their heads pressed from cheek to cheek as she just listened to his words. The next thoughts that consumed him which only supported his words was that he was worried about her getting hurt, although she had never really been worried about except when Christian and her were forced apart from each other. There was much worry, but it was so mutual because what if the other one was dead? They would have never known, but now they do and things had changed. Now, she was beginning to wonder if she had been better off dead, to be buried alive in other countless bodies that had been lost.
Chandler only seemed to worry more about her when that look of pain came across her expression. Then he finally found the error that thinking about Jude, but he still did not realize how that would have hurt her, how it would have brought her hopes down past the furthest place possible. As things moved on, she felt like things were dragging, like everything numbed over in her. Then, he did the same thing with her, starting to wonder if this friend she spoke of was something more and as of right now they weren’t. She finally laughed and smiled at his comment, “Perhaps 3 or 4 weeks. It’s my birthplace so I love to stay there for a while, besides Jackson, my friend, he has never really seen the world. So I guess I just want to give him the opportunity to. The last time I was there was when I…” she stopped, biting her lower lip softly and just continuing, “Just was when I was searching for Christian after we were forced apart,” she said then hearing his thoughts about her smile, wondering where the curiosity lay in his interests.
“Are you kidding? I’m sure it’s plenty of excitement. Especially if there are pictures. I bet you were adorable as a little boy,” she said, smiling and then laughing, just in a teasing sort of way, but she was still serious. He had a point in his next statement and she just shrugged as he rubbed her shoulder. He seemed protective, but Mystique was not one to protect, not usually anyways. She was usually very capable of defending herself, but she did appreciate someone caring for her in that sense and just wanting to watch out for her. It reminded her of her father a bit as she thought back to him, the memories coming back sour as she remembered his death. She just squeezed Chandler’s hand after a moment, wondering if she would react like this upon returning to Lyon. Part of her hoped not because she hated the emotions that rose up after thinking of the deaths of her parents.
Then, she focused on his thoughts as he seemed to be thinking about what might be brought up next as she allowed time to let it sink in. He had never had a girlfriend which surprised her a bit, but then again, Christian had been her boyfriend for a long time and before that, she never had a steady relationship, just small flings every so often. Then, it seemed to occur to him that she needed to bring this up. “I just, I need to know what you want before I leave. At first, I did not want to make this work, not as anything more than a friendship, but I guess part of me was hoping for something and now I’ve realized that. Don’t feel horrible, Chandler. You thought it was simply a one night thing, rather than something more. It’s not your fault for making it more complicated than things had to be, it’s mine,” she said, the words soft as she just gazed at him.
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Post by chandler on Aug 1, 2011 1:08:18 GMT
HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW [/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] She seemed pained. Chandler didn't like it. He held her closer, tempted to pull her on his lap, but kept her beside him. For some reason, he just didn't want to move her. Bringing her close against his body turned seemed good enough. At that moment, he wished that he could read her mind to tell what was going on throughout her head. She seemed to help him well enough when he needed it, searching his thoughts for when it was needed. If only he could return it. She truely was someone very unique and special. Someone he knew that could potiential be the missing friend that he missed in his life. Someone to motivate him and get him off of his sorry lazy ass. Especially when it came to bringing in closer. He tended to keep them away as it always ended in something bad for him. In that way, he was selfish and cowardly. He knew it. But he was very content with it.
Three of four weeks. It wasn't too bad. She started to explain it, beaming as she did, and Chandler couldn't help but smile at her. He should have figured that she was from France with her dark hair, eyes, and pale skin. That was kind of the type beauty look for the French, wasn't it? Or was it blonde? Thinking about it, he figured that it was hard to tell. Chandler shook his wet hair, sending miniature drops everywhere before curling next to her again. He wished this was a better enviornment to be swiming around in. Once everything on his list was done, then it was going to be a homey feeling small house. Some others might look in and assume a man figure's house, but since Chandler felt as if that wasn't nessasary, he had all the little kicknacks and such. Nothing decorative. Just the basic essentials. He figured that was homey enough.
He half smiled at her, "Sounds like Jackson is an exciting guy. Enough to trust with to go on a month trip with him." He mused. It was true. He was a little bit worried, but it quickly passed. He trusted her judgement when it came to the friends she ended up picking. If this guy ended up being someone.. well bad, then he was going to be very disappointed in the judgement and may have to watch her like one of those annoying fathers. Chandler hadn't seen that side of his father, mostly because that type of behavior was toward daughters. He had only gotten the two brothers as children. Chandler had heard horror stories though when it came to dating daughters. She also mentioned when her and the other were forced apart. Then it seemed that he went and whored around, didn't he? He shut it out, forgetting once again that she could read the thoughts.
Excitment? Oh he surely doubted it. He turned faintly pink when she mentioned he was a cute kid, picturing himself running from his brother. Even at that age, he was fast, and he always sped right by him, taunting and sneering that Trent could never catch him. Chandler felt like he should do that, but now it was considered inmature. All too disappointing to hear that. "I was a fat little chub! You don't want to see that!" He insisted, knowing that he was a pretty big kid that hadn't lost his baby fat for a long time. He finally grew into a tree and filled out all the spots. It made sense for his buff body as well. Without thinking about it, he rubbed his thumb across the top of her hand gently, just slowly stroking. All out of habit, of course. The comfort that he seemed to naturally give. Chandler knew it was a gift. There was no other way he could deal with these kinds of situations easily.
So that was it. Despite what she told him, he couldn't help but feel awful. In any other's relationship, of course they would have dated! Chandler was just the weird one that needed to be hit in the face. "I'm so sorry Mystique! It didn't even... I should have known." Would he have done it if that was the challenge, he wondered? Mysti was a terrific, wonderful, elegant woman, but thats all Chandler saw her as. Not to mention he didn't want to be dating anyone. He didnt' deserve anyone. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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Post by mystique on Aug 1, 2011 1:45:31 GMT
Mystique just leaned into him, resting her head still against his, only wanting to stay like this for a while now, wondering if he would feel the same. Right now, he wanted to know what she was thinking and she slightly dreaded the idea, now realizing how horrible it must feel for some people to have their thoughts invaded. She did like control over such things like that, and she liked the privacy to her own thoughts, silently judging but not allowing them to completely judge her, except for what she told them. The relationship he presented to her was a friendship which she could settle for, and eventually she would get over the fact that at one point she had wanted more. Perhaps this trip was happening as a good time, that it would give her time to think over all she was feeling and everything that was happening. She could not help but notice that perhaps he was scared to go further than a friendship or just friends with benefits, even if for one night.
The thoughts continued to swirl around, except this time about her trip as she just smiled as he studied her. Then he shook his head, sending cool droplets falling everywhere, including her cheek and her bare skin as she just winced. “Chandlerrrrr,” she whined and then just laughed slightly as he seemed to back up to how he was normally sitting and she just pushed him playfully. “Eventually this house will look wonderful, I’m sure. It’s not that bad right now, just all the boxes,” she said, continuing to ease drop on his thoughts, liking the fact that he was comfortable of her prying because either way it would happen, whether she would says something or not. Then Mystique studied him after he had said those words which he saw the concern in his thoughts and his expression, but he seemed like that subsided until he started talking about horror stories. “I do trust him. Remember, I can read thoughts and he is won’t do that. He would have done that long ago if he wanted to try anything,” she said as she just crossed her legs once more.
Mystique laughed softly as she saw him blush, wondering how she could get him to be so embarrassed so often. She laughed at his memory of him chasing his brother, although now it was ‘immature’. She just shook her head and commented, “Maturity is not all that it’s made out to be. You should try to have fun sometimes. If that means running from someone like a childhood game, well, the idea sounds good to me,” she said, smirking a bit picturing that happening and she just laughed softly. Then she commented on his words, “Oh the hell I don’t. I want to see them and I will. I bet you were so cute,” she said, giving him a gaze that basically said you will do it or you will suffer the consequences. She relaxed a bit as he rubbed her hand, but it was not enough to ease his words and his thoughts that followed.
She remained silent at his thoughts, just aching so much more that it felt like the hole that was in her heart only grew bigger to become literal. “No, don’t, don’t make it your fault,” she said, pulling her hand away slowly as she just sat forward, her hands coming to rest on the edge of the couch. Then his last words made her stiffen as she felt some sort of anger for whoever made him feel that way, even mad at herself. “You deserve someone, Chandler, someone who cares for you and will be there for you until you die. I don’t. I killed people Chandler, people who killed my family, but killed nonetheless and I sold my soul so I could do that because I was selfish. I’ve sunk to the lowest possible point in my life right now and I’m trying to find where my morals now lay. I’m starting to question myself as a human being. You…aren’t like that. You deserve something better and in a way I’m glad you don’t want me, that you want something better,” she said, looking at him after she finished talking.
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Post by chandler on Aug 2, 2011 2:55:04 GMT
HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW [/color][/font] that you were oh-oh-over me[/center] Sometimes, he liked to think of himself as a shapeshifters. Since he wasn't truely all that proud about being a hybrid, he wanted to explain some of his strange behavior sometimes. He basically was an overgrown shapeshifter. When he shifted into a werewolf (by force or by will) he could control his actions. He had witnessed many times when werewolves were scatter and destroy almost everything in their path without knowing it, killing their best friend or neighbor. For a long time, his abilities had never made sense to him. He didn't understand why there was so many violent ones, and in a sense, though he should be violent himself. It was only when he went to the witch and she explained everything did he fully understand that the werewolf gene hadn't dominated the human part of him completely. It was still very strange to him. He wasn't use to it yet.
That was his excuse for his shaking head, of course. The dog within him, but really he wanted to flare his hair out. She went back to talking about the place as he looked around. He hoped that she was right. Chandler liked the homey feeling within a house. The other place of his was a little too small to be considered any type of homey place. Especially since all there was were essentials since nothing else really fit. Now the house was perfect for one person who potientally had guests over. If he had three in one house, it may be an issue, but if all else failed, he knew he could take the couch. The couch was rather long just for the purpose that Chandler was extremely long, so when he did find himself crashing on the couch, he could fit in it. "By the time we're done, if you tell me this needs a woman's touch, I may have to-" He stopped short, wondering what he could possibly do to her, "Tickle you. And I am a very mean tickler." As ridiculous as it sounded, he was completely serious. It was really the only weapon he had.
Oh yeah. It made sense that if she could read his mind that she could also read other people's. Imagine that. Chandler felt a little thick not being able to think of that before, but it quickly passed when he thought about it. Mystique could really take care of herself, but it didn't really make him less worried. There was just something in the pit of his stomach that told him that something was going to happen. Good or bad, he wasn't quite sure. Just something. It was like he was spider man or something, he swore. What was really odd was that he tended usually not to worry this much. It just had to be protective friends or something, because generally he was a very laid back person who went with the flow. He wasn't sure if he liked it, but figured that it was pratical and probably was going to be needed eventually throughout his life. "Just be careful"
With what almost was a smirk, he smiled widely at her. Oh, she could try to catch him. Speed was the one thing that he was most confident in. He didn’t think that immortals had any other powers other than spiritual auras and mind reading. "I'd catch you easily." He teasing, half serious and half true. If she really wanted to chase him around- for some odd reason or another that sounded like fun- then she could if she wanted. He'd go slow for her. Though his slow was in a normal human run. Would have been the track star in high school if it wasn't for his lack of focus on the matter. It was boring. He'd win every time without even effort. Not to mention it wasn't fair to the others. It wasn't they're fault they wern't a freak. They were just innocent human. "No! I was the fat kid from all the fat kid jokes!"
He frowned at what she said, not really believing a word of it. How could she think so low of herself? So she made one selfish call. Chandler couldn't even get out of bed unless it promised something for him. His heart dropped and as she rambled, he got closer to her, feeling still awfuly bad and wanting to make sure he didn't think of her that way at all. She looked up at him and he just leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, nor was he thinking it out. All he wanted was her to feel better and this was the only way he knew how to do it. Thats what she wanted. Chandler wasn't sure if its what he wanted, but considering that it might make her feel better, he thought that he did. Seeing her like this was killing him. There was no way he was going to let that contiune. He finally broke and put a hand on her cheek, "Don't you dare let those words come out of your mouth Mystique. You made mistakes. You're not an evil person." He whispered, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. YOU LEFT ME POLICE TAPE CHALK LINE [/color][/size] tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime[/font] [/center] |
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