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Post by almachoo on Aug 13, 2011 1:45:15 GMT
Kendra found herself here alot of the time while Iain wasn't in danger or when he was with Teresa. She didn't have to worry about him too much then, but she was always on edge no matter what. She loved what she did, don't question that, but she did wonder what it would be like to have more of a personal life. Something she couldn't really have with protecting him. So she spent most of her time inside of a book, a place she could relax a little and do a little daydreaming as they called it. It was nice too when she'd meet a few people and talk to them for awhile. Nothing really serious and they didn't seem to see each other after that. Random people having random conversations with her. Though she could always tell she'd touched their life somehow when they left. That alone was enough for her to want to keep doing things like that. She'd hoped though that someday she'd meet someone who might actually stick around. You could tell that the books were starting to get to her head just a little.
The quietness of the room was a little nerve wrecking seeing as how she had begun to be more comfortable with loud noises. Not even the light music she had playing from the ipod she'd gotten herself seemed to do much good. Although it did help out alot when she was around big crowds. Kendra looked around the room at the few people that were there today. It seemed to be really slow compared to alot of the other times she'd come here. Although there was one person that seemed to catch her eye out of everyone that was here. She couldn't put her finger on it, but for some reason she found herself looking at them often and hopeing they didn't notice. When she wasn't looking over there, she was looking inside of the book she'd picked up off the shelf. Something about the different mythology creatures that a bunch of humans had come up with. It was interesting how they saw them and how wrong they could be about different things. It was just more reason for her to keep and eye out on all of them. Seeing as how they couldn't even figure out how to protect themselves from them.
The other book she'd picked up was a romance writen by William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet. It was actually one of her favorites and one she'd read mulitiple times before. The love that was shown in there was one she'd had a few dreams of. As she was reading it for about the hundredth time, the librarian walked by and stopped at her. Looking down and noticing it was the same book she'd read many times before, she leaned down so that she could talk quietly to Kendra. "You know, I have seen you read this book a million times and you are still going back to it. If you like it that much, you should buy it. We have a few copies of it over there." Kendra looked up and smiled, nodding her head. With a smile returned to her, the librarian walked away and Kendra stood up and walked over to the few books that were up to buy.
It wasn't a big selection, but there was enough here that she'd be able to stay closer to Iain alot more. Kendra grabbed a few books and held them close to her as she turned around. She wasn't expecting to see someone standing so close you might not be able to fit a paper between the two. Her first instinct was to go into defence mode, but thankfully she hadn't forgotten where she was. There was no way she could make a scene here in front of the humans that were here. Even if they did know something, it wasn't something she could bring herself to do. "Excuse me, I didn't notice you standing there. Can I help you with something?" She remained calm with a half smile on her face. She wasn't really good at hiding alot of her emotions, but she still tried. When nothing was said she went to walk by, but stopped beside them for some reason.
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Post by remy on Aug 15, 2011 5:33:54 GMT
 MUST BE THE SIGN ON MY HEAD[/color][/font] it says oh love me dead[/center] Walking into the library was a nice way to get away from the world for a little bit. Yeah, Remy read. Sue him. One wouldn't think that a hunter would be enjoying something so simple, but he wasn't quite like other hunters. He was quick, clever. He had to rely on what the books gave him in order to get around in the world. Unlike the other hunters he knew of, he couldn't rely on his strength and tracking skills to catch one. No. Instead, he knew he had to be using something a lot more quick. Not to chase after them, but find one and lure them in much like a siren. A siren being the only supernatural he found not to be true, even though mermaids and faeries came close to the definition of a siren. It was someone who used words and seduction to make sure that the victum was lured in and did whatever they thought was best. Remy, however, hated to think of himself as a supernatural though they were real or not.
He felt truely in place here. Like some sort of fantasy that was missing from the part of the world. His dark coat suddenly felt heavy in the warmth of the builiding. At the same time, he didn't take it off, knowing his sleeveless shirt underneith might have been a little too cold. He would rather be tightly secured in his clothing. Besides, it was a quicker access to the weapons he had hidden in just about every place he could hide it and get it out quickly in case of some sort of emergency. He didn't like to seem paranoid, but he knew that the one time he wasn't prepared was the one time where he was attacked by something that he was his match. In Manuka, there seemed to be a swarm of infested supernaturals crawling all over the place. Almost everyone he met, it seemed, to be hiding the secret of trying and failing to blend in with human society.
His hand traced against the bindings of some of the books that were for sale. If he ever found time on his hands, he would pull out something to relax and get away in. To fill his mind with other people's imagination was some bit of something he could deal with. It was as if it increased his own imagination and wonders as he did so. Not to mention there was one book in perticular who talked about the supernatural world. He had heard about it, and rolled his eyes. It was all assuming that it was like every other supernatural book. The strange thing was that this one was most accurate and had been known to tie in with other people's lives. This was the book he was currenty searching for in the library. Just to read it. Perhaps it could give him an advantage. It could very well be like every other one of the books in the place, but he had to make sure.
His blue eyes peered at the titles, seeing that they were helplessly out of order. There was some that appeared that they were, but then there was another title that threw off the pattern. The frustration was growing slowly in him, watching the books and not watching where he was going. A poor trait for a hunter, but again, that wasn't really how he hunted. Very few times did they usually pick a fight with him. He was such a loner that most people tended not to do that. Supernatural or not. Don't get him wrong, he didn't think he was a cruel person. He just didn't like unnatural things in this world. When people died, they should be dead. When things were killed and bitten, they shouldn't be turning into them. It was just wrong. Remy didn't have a lot of happy experiences with the other species of the world, so it didn't really improve his point of view.
Remy about ran into someone before she turned around. His breath softened and slowed seeing how close this woman was. The dark navy eyes of his peered deep into the strangers, seeeing from a very close distance that she was filled with that marvously angelic beauty. Her long white hair floated gently on her while her features remained flawless and perfect. At once, Remy forgot everything he came here to look for, opening his mouth to say something but finding there was nothing intelligant that came out of his mouth. Shutting it, he heard her very soft uncrisp voice. Just like what he loved to hear. Remy had what was called 'bat ears' (another reason why the library was among his favorite places) and was sensitive to the regular high pitched squeaks of woman. It was the only thing he didn't like about the woman species.
Remy did like to flirt and have sex, but it was also apart of his job to do this. If they were human, he proceeded. As soon as there was a sign that they were something else, he went and attacked when the moment was right. She started to walk away and he saw the opporuntiy disappearing right in front of him. With a hand, he placed it ever so gently on her shoulder. Yes, Remy's touch was generally as gentle as a feather. A small sideways smile came as his blue eyes sparkled over at the ravishing woman, "I apologize cherie." He said, his cajun accient filling the small silent room, his tone just as soft as his gentle touch, "I was curious to de bookz you had." He quickly made up, contiuning on the New Orleans talk he developed, "I've been searching for one. Oh, it's difficile" He commented, throwing a little French into his words to add effect. Let the games begin. CASHING FOR GOLD [/color][/size] leave me alone[/font] [/center] |
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Post by almachoo on Aug 18, 2011 20:30:58 GMT
Kendra had already begun to walk away with nothing being said. It wasn't that she thought they were being rude, but that maybe that had nothing to say. Not everyone was as big on talking as she was. Though when she felt a touch on her shoulder, she was amazed at just how gentle it had been placed on her. It wasn't that humans were not capable of doing such a thing, but it was mostly from females that it was most common. That was just first thing that caught her attention about this guy. The second thing was the accent that flowed freely from his lips. She had heard many different people talk, but never had she heard anyone talk like he did. It was enough to bring a smile to her face. What had surprised her just as much was the fact he had spoken in a different language. Of course if you have your head stuck in books almost every day you are bound to learn a few languages yourself. So Kendra knew what he was saying, but wondered if it was simply just throwing something in or if he really knew. Thats when she decided to throw in a line of her own."Je pourrais aider si vous aimez?" Now even her french wasn't the best in the world, but she wasn't too bad at it either.
Kendra began to pay close attention to his body language, the way he held himself when he talked. He stood with confidence and almost like he was trying to discover more about her. It didn't bother her much because she had become used to it. With the way she looked and the way she acted, most people couldn't understand her at first. Kendra took pride in being different and being that one person they would walk by who seemed to make their day just a little brighter. Finally the words of his snapped her back out of her slight day dream and thinking to herself to remind her that he'd also asked about the books she had. Looking down and letting them fall away from her some she smiled. "A few of my favorites is all. I think I have one in here of history, but thats about it. What is it that you are looking for exactly?" She was pretty sure she had nothing that he wanted since alot of the stuff she read was things no one enjoyed anymore. The natural romances of a human falling in love with a human was replaced by everything else they could fall in. Not that she was against it or anything, it just seemed interesting how each one could get alone most of the time.
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Post by remy on Aug 27, 2011 22:11:07 GMT
MUST BE THE SIGN ON MY HEAD [/color][/font] it says oh love me dead[/center] Just as he had hoped, the girl turned back around to face him, and he saw the same beautiful features planted on her fact just as they were up close. Sometimes it all depended on facial expressions if someone came out with an inner beauty or not. She had been surprised and now she seemed a bit more relaxed. The change of expression did not change the gorgeous features that the lighting of the library seemed to bring out. The lighting was just perfect enoiugh for book reading, so the fact that it made her face perfect to read made sense to him. People were a lot like most things. People he defined as humans, so trying to figure her out, he did note that she was easier to read. At the same time, he didn't put this feature high into account because of the supernaturals ways of being able to twist minds.
Remy hadn't expected her to start rattling off a tounge that he did know. It wasn't his first language. He went off to New Orleans to discover that the buisness he made would have gone a lot smoother if he knew the French language. So he suffered through a class, but between the class and just every day talking in Louisana, he was quite fluent. It always took him a moment to be able to speak and switch quickly, but he could detect both languages as if he had learned both while growing up. Lucky for him, he was rather quick on picking things up like that. Quick wit and clever mind were the only reasons he had any success on being a hunter. If it hadn't been for those factors, he probably wouldn't have a kill yet. Analyzing and trying to figure out if someone was or wasn't was the hardest part. If there was any doubt they weren't, he couldn't.
He understood the sentence and said in the French tounge with a heavy American accent, "Ce serait merveilleux!" There was exctiment in his voice, but it was all in a playing game. Seeing that she knew another language was interesting. Plently of humans like himself knew other languages (as he believed it was required by education to learn) but a lot of times very fluent speakers spoke it because they were born in the 1800s in the French period. Then came over to America and contiuned to live their lives with the same knowledge of language that they had. It was entirely possible she knew because she was older than what she would be if she wasn't human. Any type of immortal- including immortals, angels, and demons- had to be among the worst. Because they had died. What was dead was suppose to stay dead, not come into the other world.
On the other hand, it could simply be because someone else knew a foregin language. That was as possible as any other option. It was also something that still had to be accounted for. He also took a love in for history. Really not a lot of people really did enjoy history. Remy was one of the many who fell asleep in school while going over what crisis had happened in England after the one guy took over. In his own teachings, he found that history was the same story over and over. The same story that happened the same way and ended in the same result. The thing that he had to memorize was the dates that thing occured in, and what specific battles or events took place there. History did not fasinate him at the least. The only past books that he took account for what were known as the classics. Remy wouldn't pick up a book unless it benifited him in the supernatural way or if it were a classic. Nothing beat classics.
He paused for a moment, wondering if she would get some sort of unwanted hint if he said supernatural in the way that people did every day here. There was a genre word for it that was scrambld somewhere up in his twisted mind. Putting his best acting fact on, he appeared to be slightly embarassed, ducking his head a little bit and running his fingers through his long dirty blonde soft hair, saying in the biggest half smile he could muster, "I'm actually a fandasy persown." He clarified, knowing that soemone his age shouldn't be so easily fasinated with supernaturals. That much was clear. However, if the book he had heard rumors about were true, it would be his own key to what he was looking for. Especialy since he had heard the stories were specific. The hunters and supernatural relationships would defintally make him paranoid. CASHING FOR GOLD [/color][/size] leave me alone[/font] [/center] |
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