CATandMOUSE - jurate

[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) The whole day consisted of a few things, though the main one had been her paying a visit to the nursing home here, where her daughter got a suite. She had asked that they not give away her name, as she didn't want her daughter to know it was actually her mother giving the nursing home the money so she could live like a Queen. Especially the fact that now, her daughter looked to easily be her mother or grandmother perhaps. Shaking away the tears, the Fallen had headed to the old gym for reasons unknown, as she just now wanted to spend time alone, let the silence envelope her. She knew this was a popular place for the mermaids, though as she approached the pool, she was thankful to realize there seemed to be no one in it. Good, the last thing she wanted was to have to ignore a mermaid's song while she was here. At least it didn't affect her all that much. Though as she checked her phone, her mind drifted back to the 30s, when she and her most recent husband, now deceased quickly became the richest people in their city because she refused to put any of her money in the bank. Now that she had her money insured so if the stock market crashed, she could get her money, though her items she had too, were also quite valuable. Wrinkling her nose, she thought back to her daughter, how she had given her up to her aunt, her husband's sister, Rose. She had checked on her daughter thoughout her adult life, checking in as a random room-mate in the apartment or something, introducing herself as Anna, as she usually went by Annali a lot, or stuck with Alix once in awhile too. Right now she was Alix, and she preferred to keep it as her name, made it easier to respond to. The blonde brushed back her hair before then reaching up and grabbing onto a piece of metal what was probably or had been a support beam, and swung herself up onto it, before climbing up to a part of the gym she could perch herself up onto. She checked her shirt, the neck of it was loose, therefore sometimes it either slid forward or backward, revealing her scars from her wings where she had forfeited them, thinking she'd become mortal again and could live with her first husband and Jayce, her son. Closing blue eyes, the fallen felt a few salty tears drop and hit the ground about 8 feet below the area where she was sitting, which had probably be a second floor, now just remains of it were left. Allowing her keen senses to engulf the silence, take in the sights and sounds, she then frowned and opened her eyes when she thought she heard someone approaching. Maybe not. Drawing up her legs and wrapping her arms around them, she rested her chin on her knee and sighed softly. She had all the time in the world, maybe it could be time to travel somewhere, get away from this place, just to go a place where she could make a difference, do something with all the time she had in this bloody world. Shaking her head as she willed away the tears, she then regathered herself. She had to be strong. She was due to see her daughter this week, she acted as a woman who volunteered in the nursing home and upon request, had been assigned to Abigail Jameson-Carter, as she had gotten married and her husband had died, now Abigail only had her "nurse", who was Alix, and then her son, who was named Jason, and his children, who were now in their teens, Tyler and Hunter. God she loved her great-grandchildren, when she met the two of them they seemed very loyal, and she was proud to be able to call them her descendants. Granted she knew that Jason's son Tyler had been adopted, but nonetheless, Alix still called them her relatives. She just liked being able to keep a tab on her descendants, as she knew she didn't have any others from her, but she knew there were most likely people, like distant descendants from her mom and dad and her cousins from over 2,000 years ago. Suddenly, she heard someone enter the gym, and she checked for her throwing knife she had, before frowning and shifting gently, allowing herself to be engulfed a bit more in the shadows within the gym. outfit. click words. enough <3 notes. yeah, come in how-ever you want ^^ ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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Like always, glancing around made Westley disgusted. There were so many of them. So many that he couldn't take out, yet they were taking over. They seemed to blend in with normal humans, wearing similar clothes, working simple jobs, looking as normal as anyone. But, Wes was an expert at seeing the little distinctions. The violet eyes that were so unnatural, the sharp lethal movements that were more polished off than the slow dull movements of actual humans, the mere beauty of these things sent shivers of distaste down Wes's back. Sure, they were beautiful, but they were designed to kill and hurt humans, and Wes would have none of that. Of course, he also knew that like everything there were some good people from the so called 'real world' some that were on his side, and the ones that didn't want the world to end. He didn't hate those ones, he just didn't trust them. He would never ever trust one of them. And that was the main reason he became a Hunter, wanting to rid the world of these things that weren't even alive. Well most of them anyway. They did too much damage, hurt too many people for West to be able to let go of them, and it was also for vengeance. For that group of supernaturals killed his whole family when he was just a mere boy. They would all pay.

Right now, he was headed to where it happened. He had been there, when the Gym was still a gym. It had been late at night, and somehow they had gotten locked in. They had laughed, and decided to wait till morning until the gym was opened again, but most of his family didn't have the chance. They came, they killed, they left. His mother, his beautiful mother, had hid him safely under one of the machines. The gap was small, but just big enough for Wes to fit in. He looked through the peep hole, the tragedy, and felt sick. He also felt the urge to cry, but even his eight year old self knew that he had to stay quiet to stay alive, and so he did. He was scared as the fangs came out, as a man turned into a tiger and the way that the head of his father had snapped. He would not forget the sight, and he didn't want to. That was what always drove him on, to kill more and more of them. Every time he thought about it it made him sick. He knew he could be killed at any second by these things, but Wes would die happy knowing that he had ended some of their existence. But that was never enough, he always needed more vengeance.

So now, as he approached the Gym, he knew that it had been deserted long ago. That there was nothing there, just ruins. He just had to go back, to remember, to be able to forget and live in peace. It was his job now, to rid the world. He was a professional hunter, yes he was so scared. He would never let them see it though. Ever. Entering the building, he caught a whiff of the old musty smell of damp mold. His footsteps were really quiet, him being a hunter made sure of that. That he was stealthy, and he was able to get them from behind. Right now though, he shut the door a little too loudly and winced at the noise. It was dark, and in black he blended into the shadows well. He stayed towards them too, just in case there was anything there. He walked the perimeter, going in through a door where he saw the pool. Thats when he felt the butterflies in his stomach come in. There was someone there, they were sitting in a human like position, but Wes knew differently. She just looked to graceful, her blond hair shimmering where the light left the pool. He then saw her move, and instincts took over him, as he instantly reached for his gun. He didn't know what species she was, but he sure as hell won't let her live. He moved in, and somehow he thought that she sensed him. If that was the fact, then might as well surprise her. He wondered what she was, so he could know her weakness right then. He moved out of the shadows, his face looking angry, his gun out in front of him. "What are you? Don't move or I'll shoot." He was sure that she wouldn't think he was joking, because his face was anything but.

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( words idk ) ( tags izzy dear with alix <3 ) ( outfit CLICK! ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) Keeping her chin resting on her knees, the blonde allowed herself to immserse her thoughts into her mind, allowing her to just go with the flow and see what was happening from her past. She browsed through her past few years in the UK, which was the country where she moved to when she got away from a drug dealer here in the United States. She didn't want to relapse, and therefore she hadn't touched any alcohol or drugs since the early 1980s, which it seemed like about everyone was into them. Not for her. They'd never kill her, sure, but she didn't like what could happen when she wasn't in her right mind set. She needed to focus on just helping her daughter out as much as possible, keeping a silent eye on her grandson, Jason and then her great-grandchildren, Tyler and the younger one, Hunter. They could never know, but she could most likely feign being an aunt or something like an adopted one. Either way she knew she wanted to keep tabs on the 14 year old and his younger 11 year old brother. Wrinkling her nose slightly when she thought she smelled something dead, she shook her head. It paid to be a fallen in a few senses. She got to move as fast as she could if she were an angel, not die from time or bullets, though she knew another angel or guardian angel could kill her easily, bullets, usually just hurt her, but then she recovered from the shot within a minute. She much preferred not to have to deal with that though. She'd much rather aim not to get shot as it had happened three times since bullets were made, once in Vietnam, another in World War I, and just in the 1990s when she was a police officer for awhile and a drug bust went wrong. Shivering slightly, the blonde then ran a hand through her hair lazily, before then looking down when she spotted movement out of the corner of her sight. Frowning, she then tensed and stiffened when suddenly, she spotted someone in complete black, point a gun at her. A frown painted over her features. What the hell? What was she? A human, she immediately thought. Looking down the barrel of the gun, the fallen tilted her head slightly, not answering him right away. Alix paused slightly, then mused quietly, "Does that mean I can move my lips?" she inquired, unable to answer. Hesitating, she decided to go with it, hey - she was a good fighter, she knew she could hold her own against any Hunter. "I'm a human, what do you think I am?" she frowned, feigning the innocence perfectly - or so she assumed. She didn't move though, she'd much rather feign more than just tell the flat truth. Lowering one of her legs to let it dangle, she kept her leg up on the beam with her that had her custom knife tucked into her boot. Oh yes, Alix had worked with the government multiple times and learned how to design her own weapons and stash them neatly. For example, the knife could pop out if she stomped her foot with that, more pressure on the heel to get it to pop out. Eying the Hunter quietly, she allowed a light grin to fall over her lips, no bullets could kill her, but another angel or fallen could, and this boy certainly wasn't one. "I must ask though, why are you pointing a gun at me? I'm unarmed." she explained, remaining still, mostly following him telling her not to move. Alix's blue eyes locked onto his darker ones quietly, as she then shifted, placing her hands on the beam, both her feet below her now. If she was going to have to fight him, she might as well as get down where she could throw a few kicks and punches in. Maybe she should invest in a gun, even if she wasn't much of a fan of them, "Mind if I hop down then?" she inquired, before then sliding off the beam and landing smoothly, running a hand back through her hair to get it out of her face, so that way she could lunge if she had to. outfit. click words. enough <3 notes. hehe, maybe we can have them fight a bit, her run, then they meet up later in this thread? make it easier in the long run i think. <3 ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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Wes was aware that a gun could not kill some of the supernaturals, he was not naive enough to believe that all of them had the same weaknesses. He also know that some could not be killed by human hands, and he sure hoped that this one was not one of the latter. And of course, he was not armed with that one gun. He had knives, and a stake, and silver, and steel, he just hid them well. No one would notice, because he was an expert in hiding all that under his clothes. However, he did keep it to a bare minimum just because then he could move quicker, because if you had too much metal on you, you will get slowed down. Thats the just fact of life and gravity. If the gun failed, he would just go into one of his pockets and whip out another weapon. He had enough for almost every species out there. If he couldn't kill them, he would at least injure them. Badly. That thought made him smile, which was gone the instant the girl made that sarcastic remark. "Unless you spit fire, or bullets then yes, you are allowed to move your lips." Wes said coldly, he felt like his voice had been frozen by icicles, he felt disgusted that he was even talking to this creature.

Wes felt like laughing. That girl was a good actress, but years of training told him the differences between humans and non-humans, and this girl was not human in the slightest. He sneered, "I might be human, but your acting will not fool me. Now, which of those damned creatures are you?" Westley's voice was menacing and cold, and he hoped to God that she would tell him what she was, so that at least he had an advantage and knew what he was dealing with. She could be anything, an angel, a firetamer even a faerie and he would not be able to tell because in human form, they all looked the same, just a bit more graceful and sharp edged, someone who can move smoothly without getting found out. He never sounded scared when he talked to one of them, he was serious, menacing even strong, he always keep his head high showing them that he was not frightened, and that their 'superior' strength or whatever else did not bother him in the slightest. Which was only partly true.

Wes felt himself feel stupid for talking to her, and not just shooting her right there and then. "Because, I'm always ready for one of you to use whatever powers you've got. You move, I'll shoot, no matter how fast you are." He said, and cursed himself for talking again. He could see her smirk, and was certain that she would not be putting on that 'I'm a a human girl, are you really gonna shoot me?' crap on. He was glad, because then shooting her would be that much easier. Now, he just had to find out weather a bullet would affect her or not. The moment she asked if she could get down, she moved and that's when Westley shot, just as he said he would. He aimed right at her, and he hoped to God that he got her, even in the leg or the arm. And, he hoped that that would keep her down. He knew in the past, that it didn't help with some of those things, but right now he did not give a damn, he shot, and then he shot again for good measure. He just wondered whether she could dodge two bullets.

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( words idk ) ( tags izzy dear with alix <3 ) ( outfit CLICK! ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) Alix watched this human with peaked interest. He certainly didn't look like the typical gun-wielding human she'd run into throughout her years on this earth. He seemed to know what he was doing. Most likely he'd received training over the years. Upon him "giving her permission" to move her lips, she then smirked coyly, and laughed lightly, despite the situation being tense, she could not resist it, "Ah, how I wish I could sometimes." No, she didn't really have the power to do anything besides - not die and that power alone sucked out loud. The blonde eyed the darker-haired male curiously, she'd admit, he was nice-looking, but the situation erased that thought as quickly as it appeared. He had a gun pointed right at her, and though she could move fast, she knew she needed to get him closer so she could actually fight him and not have to dodge bullets all the time. Sighing softly, she pondered - too bad he wasn't an angel, then he could actually kill her, put her out of her misery nonetheless. Either way, he was the enemy, and she immediately knew she'd need to do something to protect herself. Basic survival instincts 101. A scowl painted over her features upon him again, demanding what she was. Well, she certainly didn't want to tell him the entire truth, maybe just a part of it. She knew the stigma around fallen angels wouldn't help her case at all, so maybe just the partial truth would do. Yes, that took root in her mind and seemed to work. She certainly didn't mind just telling him she was an angel, though he'd most likely test that theory with that gun. Pursing her lips lightly, Alix answered, "Would you believe me if I told you I was an angel?" She spoke, figuring he'd catch onto the "was" part, though she was curious to see just how quick of a mind this Hunter had. Honestly this was one of the only few times she'd ever come face to face with a hunter, most of the other times she witnessed vampires or a supernatural that tended to be much more violent towards people get hunted and attacked. She still had her angelic instincts to protect people, even if they wanted to slaughter every supernatural like her, she still felt the overwhelming urge to protect someone and God forbid - though she had no reason to ask him for any favors - this guy too. He was sure confident of himself, that much she could easily tell. It was easy to say something had happened, something overwhelmingly strong happened in his past, therefore forcing him to hate supernaturals. There had to be a reason. Her first guess, his family or a parent was killed by a supernatural. Then why not just hunt down that specific type, not angels or fallens for that matter? She had done nothing wrong, she'd followed her heart and ended up paying the price for it in the long run. Course she was expecting a shot, she knew the first one was coming. Alix then moved, dodging that one as she landed, though the second one right behind it she hadn't expected. Dammit, that meant she'd need to wash this shirt again. Having dodged the first one, a plan formulated in her head and she then allowed the bullet to slam into her chest. The breath got knocked out of her and she fell back, landing on her back on the hard ground. Personally it hurt, but she wanted it to look like she was a human, toy with him a bit. Alix allowed the bullet to pierce through her shirt and into her skin, though the moment it entered, just about two seconds after it, her skin healed up, and the bullet was beneath her body. Laying sprawled on the ground, she remained still, her breath not leaving her lungs. She was waiting, waiting for a moment for him to shift, and her to gaze how far she'd need to go. Her muscles slowly started to shift, not wanting him to see the movement, before the fallen quickly lunged, aiming low and wanting to collide with him, knocking him off his feet. Upon landing on top of him, she grunted and smirked playfully, nudging the gun out of his hand, "Haven't you been told shooting a lady isn't very nice? Especially if you don't even know her name!" she teased, before backing off, kicking his gun farther from him if she had managed to knock him over. "C'mon, shooting isn't very fair when I'm unarmeed now is it?" outfit. click words. enough <3 notes. sorry for the (possible) bit of PP. i thought it could be fun <3 not sure if i like it, but i LOVE these two already XD ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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Her laugh sent chills down his back, and he wasn't a hundred per cent sure that hey were bad chills. Or disgusted chills. He kind of liked the sound. He shook his head a slight bit, and kept his eyes right on her, trying to anticipate whatever move she was planning. Wes tried to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Of course she wished to have such powers as to spit fire, or bullets, but really, if she was one of the stronger species she wouldn't need it. "I'm sure you do. Never happy with the power you already have. That's the problem with your kind. Never satisfied with anything." Westley said, almost growling because the words rung so true in his ears that he felt angry at them. These things, that were not alive and not dead, some that had such inhumane power always wanted more. Always wanted to show it off, to use it for the most horriblest of means, and that was another reason why Westley was a hunter. They shouldn't use their power for evil, they were unnatural and should be happy to exist. He didn't think that God had intended the world to be this way, full of things half dead and half alive.

Westley had to think qquickly in these situations, or he would have been long dead. When she said; 'Would you believe me if I told you I was an angel?' his instincts took him to the word 'was'. So, she wasn't an angel, which meant she was fallen. That made sense, and that also bothered Westley because his next thought, not even a second later, was that he couldn't kill her. Damn, he'd try, but he knew that only another angel could kill on of them, and those were the moments that he hated. That he knew he was fighting something he could not kill, yet, he had killed so many other creatures that it was hard to count. He wondered how he;d ever stayed alive. He didn't say anything to her at that point, he wasn't going to give away his thoughts, because that usually opened a doorway to weakness on his part. He knew what her weaknesses were now, he knew he couldn't kill her but he could hurt her. He could also get one of his 'allies' to do this job for him, hunt her down, or maybe capture her. It was hard to knock angels out, but he figured he could do it. Being the hunter that he was, a plan was already formulating in his head.

That girl was a damn good actress. A ten out of ten, but Westley was not fooled. One bit. He knew she was not human. Se couldn't be killed by his bullets, so she knew she was faking. He figured one of her abnormalities was taking over and she wouldn't be down for too long. He took a few steps closer, but he wasn't as careful as he should have been. Sure, he was faster than most human beings because of all his training, yet he was kind of shocked when she quickly jumped up and collided with him, throwing him onto the floor. He felt his head hit the ground, but he also felt the adrenaline pumping in his body, that he didn't really pay attention to his head. She smirked. Of course she did, what supernatural didn't, thinking they were oh so superior. That was one of the things that usually made him more angrier than most. Then, she did the mistake of standing up. He let her kick the gun out of his hand, and that's when he pounced on her, with his full body strength, landing on top of her now, pinning her hands above her head with one hand and in the same moment grabbing a knife from one of his holders. "Please, enlighten me. I guess it's not very gentlemanly of me to hit a girl, but really, I wouldn't call you one." The knife was pressed to her neck. "I know this knife won't kill you, but I can play right?" He asked, a smirk of his own now upon his lips. No matter how mad it sounded, hunting was sometimes more than just a job.

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( words idk ) ( tags izzy dear with alix <3 ) ( outfit CLICK! ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )
(( OOC : oh oh oh! these two are so osm! and don't worry about any minor PP (: btw, he has light blue eyes :L ))

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) A slight smile twitched at the corners of her mouth at his response. Not happy? Hell, the only thing she wanted was to be able to be mortal once more, to actually have to worry about getting a disease, or if she got shot, then the bullet would actually do damage, instead of just fall out of her body within a few moments. God, she wished she had to actually worry about getting the flu or something, instead of wandering around and she could probably try and get AIDS, and it wouldn't affect her. Well, if she had just that, not the immortality included, then she'd take it, but that seemed to be a drawback to never getting sick - never dying. Blue eyes locked onto the light blue ones of the Hunter in front of her. His eyes were a brilliant, icy blue. She liked them. Lips curled up into a playful smile, this being like a bit of a dream towards her as the Fallen then paused, as if pondering deeply how to answer him, "Well...I think I'm content where I am. I mean, I don't think it's in my DNA to be selfish." she teased, poking him in a sense, wanting to see what would happen if she did or didn't. Besides it was amusing, helped pass the time, not like she was limited on that or anything. God she liked his eyes. Dammit, stop thinking like that! It would be the reason she'd lose this. Her tight jeans shifted as her legs did, though they were a stretchy denim - she loved the 21st century - enabling her to move as if she were in her "leather outfit" the one she used to wear when she was kicking ass with the government. Not anymore, though maybe it would be time soon to join back up with them - might as well. Tilting her head when she was on top of him, Alix was unable to hide a smile, though one that looked like she was enjoying this more than taunting him. "C'mon, you don't like it when a girl's on top?" she threw in a taunt, "Or...maybe," she emphasized, "You've never been with one. You have the tightness of a virgin." she teased, unable to resist it. Course the moment she backed off, he lunged, and she grunted with the collision, forcing her onto the ground beneath him, her hands pinned above her head. It brought back painful memories of Jiri, the man who had been the one responsible to kill her. How helpless she had felt, she had nothing and no one there to protect her but herself. No strength, no will to fight after he had had his way with her before he killed her, leaving her for her then husband to find. Well - before her karate and defense classes. Alix refused to be that weak anymore, and she wasn't, she had the angel strength. Feeling then, the chill of metal against her throat, she wriggled lightly underneath him, allowing a light smile to cross her lips, though none of her teeth showed, as if she approved of his fighting. He certainly wasn't lacking in the strength area, neither the speed. But he was still just a human. And she, still an angel, just without the wings or the angel fire. Arching an eyebrow as he spoke about the knife not hurting her, she frowned then, her fingers wiggling playfully underneath his hand, as she sighed softly, "Mmm...I like a man on top." she purred, her English accent coming into play, eyes gleaming playfully towards him. At least it didn't seem he was affected by any old supernatural. Kudos for that at least, but she still wouldn't let him off the hook that easily. Pursing her lips thoughtfully, she mused, "Oh darling, I'm more woman than you could handle." the blonde winked, before then throwing up her legs, aiming to slam one of her legs into his side to shove him off of her, turning on her angel strength which could send a grown man flying. A man with probably more meat on his bones than this guy. Heaving herself, Alix then checked her throat if he'd cut it, it was healing by now, remaining low to the ground, she then produced her knife quickly, grinning innocently, "Why aim to kill me when you know it can't? Trust me darling, I've been trying for decades." she sighed, tucking her knife away, she refused to fight. She didn't like to. It lead to no where, even if she used her fallen attributes, she'd still need to fight him, and she didn't want to. Glancing to his gun, she then looked back to him quietly, a look of defeat in a sense, melting over her features. Taking a few steps back, away from him, she spoke, "I'm sorry for what a supernatural has done to you." The blonde then turned and took off out of the gym, not caring if he could track her with her blonde hair through it till she got out, she just couldn't handle it...not as well as she thought she would be able to. outfit. click words. enough <3 notes. sorry for the fail post. OTL but yesh, they're osm. <3 for your post or mine, i can have it where they meet up again, like...at night at a bar or something. XD where they HAVE to act moderately civil. ...or where-ever, what do you think? ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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It had always bothered Wes. The way these things thought they were better than humans. That they could come, and kill them and feel no remorse for it at all. That they were able to cover their footsteps as easily as if they were snowed over. And that was Wes's job, to rid the world of these things. Any and all of them, so that they don't take over, because he knows that that won'e be good for the human race. It never is. So now, the girl was on top of him, and she had the guts to poke him. Taking the mick of the situation. That bothered Westley more than it should, after all all of them were the same, and then he realized the hate for her. The deep growing hate every second that she was still alive, and he knew that he could not kill her. "Yeah right, all of you are the same to me. All selfish and evil, and need to be killed." Westley knew that it was not irrational. All of them needed to die. So, he would turn her into one of the guardian angels, one of the races that he agreed to be allies with, if only for his personal use of killing things like her. While she was on top of him, he noticed that she was quite attractive. But all of them were, and he could not get distracted, not by her playful smile, or by her eyes. He would not.

Wes had to admit, he was uncomfortable with her sexual remarks. He had had plenty of girls, all willing. But he had never felt it in his heart that any of them were right for him. Sometimes he wished he could fall in love, and have a night with that person that he did not regret in the morning. He was twenty-four after all, but he just didn't have the time for it. This was a full time job, but sometimes even he had to relax a bit and indulge in some pleasure from willing girls. It wasn't like he was forcing them. They are more than up for it. "Oh, wouldn't you like to know. You probably have to force men to sleep with you that have half a brain, and if not, they would be dumbed down just because you have boobs and tight jeans." This was so weird, because Westley was getting frustrated. He knew that she was just teasing, and toying with him, but he didn't appreciate the sexual jokes, he always felt a kind of embarrassment when there is talk of anything sexual.

Westley leaned closer in to say into her ear, "I'm sure you do. And don't bet on it, you wouldn't even get the chance to show how womanly you are, I wouldn't handle you with a ten metre stick." It wasn't exactly true. If she were human, he would definitely go for her. She was pretty, and alluring. And he was sure that if she was human that she's be nice, because thats what Westley just needs. Someone nice to love and someone nice who would take care of him when he needed him. He would never go for the one thing he hated most. Ever, and so all thoughts of this girl being pretty or whatever were not allowed to enter his brain anymore. No matter if it were true, cause it was who she was that mattered not what she looked like. He had made a mark on her neck with the knife, and he was anticipating some sort of kick off, but she was not expecting it to be so hard. He knew she was strong, but he literally flew across the room.

He groaned in pain as he hit one of the walls, 'I'm sorry for what a supernatural has done to you.' He was so shocked at this statement. All he did to this girl, was shoot her, pin her down and cut her neck, and she was apologizing. What the hell? Westley figure he probably has a concussion, but he was on his feet in a split second, the adrenaline still pumping harder than ever. Thats when she disappeared, just in a flash and he wondered whether she had been real. What sort of fallen angel feels remorse about a human being hurt by one of their kind. That left Westley so confused, and so angry that he lost her. That he didn't just get her unconscious and get her to the guardians. Now, he would wonder why she said it. I made him think that maybe this one wasn't so bad after all, but as soon as the thought came, he shoved it away angrily, his light blue eyes clouding incredibly. None of them could be trusted. She was acting, is all. And the next time he meets her, he will not play around. He will take her to the guardians and kill her.

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( words idk ) ( tags izzy dear with alix <3 ) ( outfit CLICK! ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )
(( OOC : yeah, that sounds osm to me (: ))

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) It had been about a day since she last ran into that Hunter. A day wasn't long enough she thought solemnly to herself. That night she hadn't barely slept, mainly because she never slept to begin with, though she could, but insomnia sucked big time. The blonde ran a hand over her blonde locks calmly, as she checked the time. She didn't really work right now, besides just being a mechanic on the off chance someone needed help with their car. Even then she didn't even pay all that much. Wrinkling her nose slightly, the blonde then grinned when she pulled on her black dress for the club night she was planning for ahead. Personally she was curious on seeing that Hunter again - she had no idea as to why, but she did and she knew she liked those eyes, even though those eyes would be the ones that were aiming to try and kill her. Pulling the strap over her head and onto the back of her neck, she pulled out her straightened hair from beneath it, and let it fall about her shoulders as she pulled on her black boots to match. Was her knife in there? Perhaps, though she wasn't going to worry about it right now, that was just for procedure, extra protection. Grinning smoothly to herself, she then grabbed her silvery-clutch that matched the bracelets she had on as well as the small dangling earrings she'd put on. Was she aiming to impress? Perhaps. But mainly just to be able to waste the night away and grab a taxi back here in order to get her sorry butt back into bed for the night and sleep off the alcohol. Alcohol poisoning would never happen, therefore she could drink all she wanted, though she didn't drink. Alix hadn't touched alcohol in a decade plus, since she checked herself into a psych ward to get herself clean from both drugs and alcohol. She refused to go into a relapse. Ever. Even if she went to clubs, she still got the drinks virgin, therefore she could enjoy the flavors, but not the hangovers or the breaking of her "vow" to herself. Sighing, she locked her apartment door behind then heading to her elevator. Was that Hunter still after her? She surely hoped not. Nibbling her pink bottom lip, having put some gloss on them, she then checked her make-up. It wasn't much, but she liked to enhance her blue eyes and always had since she discovered how just very little she had to do while other girls always pretty much just painted themselves in make-up. Shaking her head slightly, the blonde grinned to herself as she grabbed a cab and soon arrived to her destination. The night club. Getting out smoothly and with the grace of her "age" she then paid him a slight tip and headed inside, nodding politely towards the bouncer as she got inside, enjoying the rush of the music thudding in her chest, the wave of emotions she felt. Giddy and excited, she then checked her purse, tucking the chip into her boot as she headed deeper into the club. It seemed like there were tons of both humans and supernaturals here. Well, a pretty even balance if she said so herself, though it seemed to be a bit more human populated than supernaturals. Nonetheless, everyone seemed to be having a good time, enjoying themselves. Then her eyes landed on him. Adrenaline rushed through her. The last time she'd seen him, he shot her, attempted to twice though only got one, and had attempted to slit her throat before she threw him across the room. Arching an eyebrow playfully, she came up behind him, and to his side, figuring he could sense her, or at least as well as humans could sense them. She then placed a hand on the bar by him, sliding in place next to him, keenly looking to his icy blue eyes that she did like to see here, "Ah, hello again." she grinned. He certainly couldn't pull out a weapon here as he had done at the gym. Though they could probably still throw insults and toy with each other a bit, maybe a bit of rough dancing on the dance floor or something. Shifting gently her weight from one foot to another, she spoke, "Well, so I don't need to call you just a Hunter anymore, how about I catch your name? Or....I could see if you don't want to I mean...like I said, I'm too much woman for you." she grinned deviously, and added, ordering a sex on the beach virgin, "It's Alix, by the way...so that way you can at least call me by my name." she looked to him, "Sure, you may not drink with the enemy, but how about I buy you one?" outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. hehe, hope you enjoy <33 ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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Even Westley Taylor needed a night out once in a while, to just relax and maybe get laid. Of course, he was never off guard for one of them, but he could still enjoy a good drink, and a flirt with some people of the opposite sex. So, thats why he was there, on that street walking towards the club that would make him lost in the crowd. He was not a dancer, he rarely danced at these clubs, but he loved to have a drink, and what was best that he didn't even need to ask for one. He was a regular enough for the waiter to just get him what he always orders, who seemed to be called Jason. He was human, and Wes thought he was a cool guy, who knew that sometimes Wes had a hard time going for him and provided him with just what he needs. He didn't speak to anyone, or smile at anyone as he made his way into the club, past the bouncer, and into almost ear deafening music that was such a comfort to him these days because it took his mind off some things.

He knew his thoughts were all in a jumble, but he kept coming back to that one thought of that fallen angel he had let go the other night. Those eyes haunted him, and he was still asking himself why the hell he had let her escape. Thats what he came to escape from in this club, to just get a little drunk and think of useless things for once. Sometimes he wished he was oblivious to these things, that he was one of those people that believed in their acting and didn't care enough to try and save the world. But her words, he words had never left him. She might have been acting, well to be honest, he was sure that she had been acting, but her words still haunted him. He was going to forget it. For just one night at least. He walked through the masses of people, this time dressed in a bit lighter colours than before. In white jeans, back boots. But, his leather jacket always stayed, that;s where most of his defense were held, and he always felt so uncomfortable without it in public places.

Wes made his way to the bar, and smiled at Jason. His smile was pretty when it was genuine, it lit up his face and his icy eyes. He hadn't really made it to his seat, when there was a girl beside him, trying to pull him out to dance. He smiled at her, but he shook his head. "I'll be getting a drink first." He said, and she pouted but went to dance anyway. So far so good. Sitting down, he got his drink, and that's when he sensed someone behind him. Closer than the people dancing. It was quieter by the bar, so he could hear conversations. Then, he noticed the petite pale hand by him, and a blonde figure sat next to him, in what he could only call 'the little black dress' and was smiling at him. If you could call it shock, it would be a massive understatement because this was not at all who he was expecting to see. Not after that night. He almost groaned out of the want to lunge at her, but to be honest, he would never admit it to anyone, he was quite excited to see her again. even if Wes did have to be more civil than at the gym.

And then he regretted that last though with the second sentence that came out of her lips. She must have been hundreds of years old, and there she was, making sexual jokes that were actually not that funny. More that they made Wes uncomfortable, he was no virgin, but he couldn't deal with something as trivial as talk about sex. What did that say about him as a man? No clue, but he just glared at her. "How nice to see you again Alix." Westley said, almost sarcastically but not with as much feeling as he had anticipated. What was wrong with him? He noticed that she had a nice name, something unique and unusual, and it suited her. "Wes, and I think I'm afraid you'll spike it and haul me off to make your way with me. I think I'd like to keep my virginity for now, but go ahead, help yourself to as much non-alcoholic alcohol as you like." He didn't miss the ordering of a sex on the beach virgin. He wasn't comfortable with the sex jokes, but he would humour her. For a bit, what harm could it do? If she was sitting next to him, might as well.

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( words idk ) ( tags izzy dear with alix <3 ) ( outfit CLICK! for the sexyness ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )
(( ooc: <3 the black dress ))

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) The blonde drew her fingers around the glass she was carrying with her to this part of the bar where she had made a directional line towards the Hunter from before. She would admit he got her curious, though she was purely curious as to know what exactly made him hate supernaturals such as herself. Though she'd admit she was most likely alive before a lot of the supernaturals that were around today. Either way, Alix tried not to think about it all that much, as she didn't want to worry too much about others because she knew if she did, then she'd most likely end up actually caring about a mortal - and that was the last thing she ever wanted to do again. She had done it six times throughout her centuries on this earth, and she hated the thought of doing it once more. Though as her heart beat steadily in her chest, eying this Hunter, she smothered any ideas or thoughts that even dared to rise in her mind. Instead she focused on the present, wanting to perhaps - get to know him God forbid a bit. It couldn't hurt, could it? Toy with him a bit, as he had shot her after all, it was only payback and she wasn't much for violence, though taunting and teasing? Always. Just that she made sure she wouldn't need to keep him in line, which she highly doubted. At least in line like most guys his age would need to be, he'd need to be kept in line by knocking him on his ass and placing her boot at his throat. That kind of discipline. Grinning coyly towards the dark-haired individual to her left, the blonde nodded towards the bartender and inquired when he came by them, "Sex on the beach, please...virgin." she added, blue eyes flashing eagerly as she recognized the other bartender who was only half supernatural. Now that was interesting, much like her daughter who was half angel, though due to her mother being a fallen and her just never realizing she was part angel, she never got her immortality or her wings. Alix shoved the thoughts of her daughter aside, before looking to him as he spoke, and she arched an eyebrow slightly, though didn't say anything. He was honest as far as she could tell, and she had been pretty good since the 1200s to be able to read people and understand their voices. Smiling weakly, she added back, sliding onto the stool next to him, crossing her right leg easily over her left, "Nice to meet you too." Even if she didn't know his name, but she didn't care, either way Alix was glad when he forfeited to her his name. Wes. She liked it. Sounded right. Nodding gently, she wrapped some hair around her fingers and placed her hand against her head to relax and therefore keep some of her hair out of her face so she could easily see Wes better. "Wes...that short for Westley or something?" Upon him insulting her on spiking his drink, she couldn't help but laugh as she accepted her drink and slid the bartender a 50 for her drink(s) and Wes's drink or drinks as well. The Fallen looked to him quietly and mused, "Aw, you don't trust me? C'mon, you can even watch the bartender make your drink for you." she teased, unable to resist it, especially knowing that Wes most likely wouldn't do anything around here, not with this big of a mixture of both humans and supernaturals, supernaturals which could easily finish off the humans here, unless they were all Hunters - which she could tell only pretty much Wes and two others it looked like - were actually the real deal. Wrinkling her nose, Alix mused, "So, Wes, should I worry about you pointing anything at me this time? Or am I good for now?" she looked to him keenly, almost - calmly. She was purely curious, but it was her own way of saying to him without actually saying it, "what are you up to?" which meant if he was hunting, she was curious as to who he was aiming for. Drumming her fingers on her glass, the blonde looked to the dance floor before back to Wes, "Do you dance, or are you one of the ones who prefers to drink for a few then dance? Me, I'm the latter....sometimes." There, she told herself. Small talk, maybe if she helped him see her just as a...person, a human being, maybe she wouldn't need to worry about another bullet. But hey, all she knew was that she was intent on getting to know this handsome stranger some more. outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. ^^ I <3 Wes <33 ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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Of course, Wes was aware that there were supernaturals here, as well as humans. He hated that fact, all those beings moving around much more gracefully than the most beautiful human. He was aware of every single one of them, and that's why he was ready with his weapons, all the time. Hr hated them, but they were everywhere, swarming around like flies on a dead body. There wasn't anywhere you could go without at least one or two of them being there, and it bothered Wes, but tonight he was off the job, but still alert for trouble. He wanted to relax, and not notice. To turn off the automatic alarm bells as he entered a building filled with these things, but right now, all he wanted was a drink, to get at least a small buzz, and maybe take home a girl, so he was more than shocked when that girl showed up, from the other night.

The corner of Wes's lips twitched in a sort of grimace that resembled a smile. It was nice to meet him. Ha! The very thing that was set out to kill her. "I don't really think it's that much of a pleasure to meet me. After all, I did shoot you, and even if it didn't kill you, I know it hurt." He said, with malice in his eyes, trying his hardest to not let her have one on him. It was better to be cold and distant, and just no letting himself get too close. She was a fallen, the worst of the kind, and he was in no mood to have any pleasantries with supernaturals. He just didn't go and do that, it was against everything he believed in, and she wasn't going to be an exception. He would make sure of it. 'That short for Westley or something.' That one sentence wanted to send him running, because, so unlike what he wanted right now, she was making small talk. He almost groaned out loud for his distaste at that. "Nope, not short for anything. I made it up so you couldn't rack me down later." Westley was an amazing liar, almost sure that she would believe him because he'd been an idiot to give her his real name, well now, she'd be left in wonder and have to call him what she hopefully believed was a fake name.

Westley didn't want a thing from her. Not a drink not anything else. He turned around quickly to face her full on, and then it just died. The rage that he felt at her annoyingness, that she was still there when he was anything but nice to her. "Well, it would be rude for the lady to buy me a drink, but I don't see you as one, so go ahead." He was harsh, and brash, but he was lying. He was such a good liar that he even congratulated himself on making him believe that he was telling the truth. But, the truth was, he did see her as a lady, well a woman anyway, and one who was very attractive, and was just oh so persistently annoying, but he found her kind of starting to grow on him. But, Westley being who he was, he would no even admit that to himself, hopefully ever. He let out a breath, and closed his eyes for a second. "Even I need a night off, not in the mood to point anything at you, and if this is a plan to get me off guard before you whisk me off an kill me, don't count on it. Night off or not, I'll fight back." He looked at her, his eyes clear and bright telling her that he was not lying. He found her attractive, sure, but he didn't trust her. He wasn't allowing himself to feel anything like that towards this creature.

Dancing. Well, of course that earned a sarcastic laugh from Wes. He could say he didn't dance, but then his head was swimming with the fact that she was still there. Still talking to him, and because of what went down at the Gym, him shooting at her,t hem fighting and him letting her escape, he just didn't want to think about her as anything else but a scary supernatural thing that would have his throat out in a second if he was not careful. "I dance with my own kind. I don't really like to dance with the likes of your kind, so if you excuse me, I think I'll go do just that." Westley said, rushing his words, because he had to get away. She was getting to him, he was not at all sure why, but she was and he knew that he needed to find a human girl and just dance with her. Forget about Alix sitting by the bar, so as he walked down, he was sure that this was not the last encounter he would have for the night, but right now he needed to breathe. To maybe just relax a little bit, and as he walked into the crowd, almost wincing any time he touched a supernatural, he found a pretty girl that he was a hundred percent positive was human, and danced trying not to look out for the fallen angel, and just letting himself breathe for a bit.

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( words idk ) ( tags izzy dear with alix <3 ) ( outfit CLICK! for the sexyness ) ( lyrics "zombie" by the cranberries ) ( credit this template was made by zee (a.k.a. FLUNK IS A FOUR LETTER WORD of caution 2.0). Steal, and you will wake up inside a snowman on the north flippin' pole. )
(( ooc: bleh kinda sucks, but I hope it's okay darling <3 wes is a stubborn one, it won't be easy for him to accept her at all ))

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) Alix couldn't help but try and attempt to smother a coy grin when the Hunter responded to her about meeting him again. He had her only by a bit there, as that she wasn't too fond of him, but she would admit she had wanted to get a bit more revenge on him than just a few dirty jokes. Blue eyes locked onto his own ones, though his seemed lighter due to the fact that his hair was much darker than her own, "I've had worse happen, that I can assure you Wes." she spoke lightly, sipping the virgin sex on the beach. Toying with the glass to make it whirl around in the glass, she heard him mention having lied, and the blonde gave him one of those looks much like a mother would give her child when they knew the child was lying. Pursing her lips thoughtfully, picking her battles, she went with one she'd most likely lose, but in the long run that didn't matter to her all that much, "C'mon Wes, don't make me pull the dumb blonde card. 'Cause I will." she threatened, grinning deviously, "And you'd hate me even more - if possible if I had to pull that card." she teased, shifting slightly in the stool that she was on as she then finished off the virgin drink, before nodding to the bartender, "Yeah, his drink too. On my tab...thanks." she flashed a smile, throwing in a thicker English accent than she already had on her tones. Running a hand through her hair lightly, the Fallen looked to Wes silently, remaining silent. Drumming her fingers on the counter after the bartender took her drink, Alix then shrugged, before snapping her fingers as if Wes had found her master plan, "Damn, I'm bummed you figured it out." The Fallen laughed lightly as she then shifted in her chair when he fully turned to her, and she quickly returned it. Okay, she would admit she was enjoying this, but she wouldn't admit to just how much she was enjoying it. Wes kept her interested, and she personally was curious and eager to see him again. No, she scolded herself. He was the enemy, he killed and slaughtered others like her just because of what they were. Shrugging it off, Alix then grinned to herself as he replied to her inquiry about dancing, then another shun from her kind. Or more specifically, "the likes of the ones like her," she narrowed it down. It had to be his family getting killed. Had to be. She was just curious how he had survived, did the supernatural that killed his family, want something with him? Pursing her lips in thought, the moment the guy walked away, she felt a few eyes shoot her way, though her own were narrowed in on Wes as another girl, a bit shorter than Alix started to dance with him. It was quite painful to witness. Granted the girl wasn't a horrible dancer, but she didn't have the eloquent movements a supernatural would most likely have on the dance floor. Winking to the bartender in thanks for the drink, Alix hopped down from the stool, and taking slow, long strides - mainly for effect, she approached another male, this one a vampire and ran her hand down his arm before speaking, "Wanna join me?" needless to say, he did. The two supernaturals were on the dance floor, and a plan formulated in her head. Upon witnessing the vampire's eyes flash when he noticed the human girl with Wes, Alix grinned deviously to herself, and dropped down, before coming back up and purposefully brushing against Wes while she did so, before closing the space between her and the other dark-haired male with her. Placing his hands on her hips, Alix drew close and purred, "I know you caught onto their scent, he's a Hunter though, and he's mine." she grinned and the vampire grinned back, before they did settle on getting next to the Hunter and the other human, while Alix then spun, giggling when the vampire - obviously over a few decades old, spun her out with her hand, only to bring her back in. Grinning into the lights, she then was "spun" into Wes's side, her hand fell on his arm, the other on his chest. Hovering there for a brief moment, she smiled innocently, "Sorry about that." she smiled gently, lingering for a moment before the vampire then approached the human girl, looking to Wes silently as he then shifted it so that it was Alix next to Wes, while she moved with the music, staying with the supernatural, before drawing herself close to him once more, and throwing a devious grin, like a sheepish girl with a crush would towards her crush. outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. eh, hope it's okay. D: no pp i don't think, but idk if i like it. :3 ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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Now, Wes was literally rolling his eyes int he direction of the fallen. He was not so naive as to think that the worst thing to happen to her in her centuries of being alive was the fact that he shot her. No, it never was, but even Wes could be dangerous. That's just the way he made himself to be. She kept smiling though, and she seemed to be almost flirting, and she should no by know what Westley was not a light mooded person. Usually he was either angry, or enraged, never really happy or having a laugh because these days he finds very little amusing. Maybe that was so boring of him, to live this kind of life, but that's the way it is, and has been for a while. It's very rare to get a genuine smile out of Westley, he was always so cranky. "I'm sure. I'd say I'd love to hear all about it, but I would be lying." It was hard to accept to him that he was being so civilised to this thing. He tried not to look at her, because every time he did, he felt a little less hate, and he didn't want that to happen. So, he kept his eyes on his drink. It was rude, but at the moment Wes didn't care. She seemed to be happy and enjoying herself, and Wes was sure that she would see him as a buzz kill, and leave any minute now. Good. That would do him wonders.

"I know you're not dumb. So, you don't believe me? You actually think my name is Wes, short for Westley? And I told you I was lying, which statement would you believe?" Wes asked, now looking at her intently. "Of course, you would believe the lie." Then he smiled, a nice smile that made his face look pretty and make him seem like he was not lying. He didn't want her to know his real name, and he was so stupid as to say it. Damn. Well, he was sure he could get out of it. She put all his drinks for the night on her tab. How generous, though of course she would have had time to earn money in all the years that she lived. And, why not? She still looked young, and attractive, and even Wes could admit that, so people would only be happy for her to work for them, he was sure. Nothing like a pretty blonde.

Wes didn't reply to her last comment, and kept walking away, feeling her gaze bore into his back. He almost winced at that, but forced himself to put a smile on for the pretty girl he was dancing with. In the process of dancing, he asked the girl her name. Jen she said. Such a nice normal name, and he felt himself relax as he took her by the waist, before pulling her a bit closer, then really quickly pushing her away before pulling her back in in a sort of gracious movement. Wes could never complain about his dance skills, he was quite good, and he kept the ladies happy. He was smiling, and he found that he was really enjoying himself, and he could see that Jen was too, though he could also see her eyes wondering off to the other guys int he room. Oh well, at least he had fun, and was still having fun, the slight buzz from the few drinks he had had just evident in his consciousness. He would savour this moment for a bit, as he carried on dancing with her, and hearing her giggle. She was so human, and he liked that.

He managed not to think the person he had left at the bar for those few minutes that he was dancing, until she came crashing into him. Instinctively, he reached out to steady her as her hand landed on his jacket clad arm as well as chest. He could instantly feel the warmth seeping in through her fingers, and from what he knew of angels, he knew that they couldn't really feel anything physical. Or so he had learned, that's how they never give up in fights and last so long as they get beaten up, so he was sure that the proximity was affecting Wes more than it was Alix, seeing as he could actually feel her touch. Wes shook his head slightly as the other guy that was dancing with Alix took off with the human he was dancing with, and left the fallen in his arms. "You just don't give up do you? Do you know how many times I said I hated your kind, that you were nothing but trouble. I even walked away, yet here you are, sabotaging my fun with Jen. Care to explain?" Wes asked with a smirk, actually very curious now as to why she would not just leave him alone. He would be happier never to have encountered her in his life, but he was kind of glad he did now. He was shocked at that thought, but did not push it away. Might as well dance now, he thought as he put his arms on her waist, it was like he was giving in, but he wasn't. It didn't change anything, just his curiosity about what was her agenda.

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[alix]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, border-radius: 2em; -moz-border-radius: 2em; background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/14e9a45.jpg), width: 400px; height: 400px;] You're guaranteed to run this town Woah, Mona Lisa, I'd pay to see you frown He senses something, call it desperation Another dollar, another day And if she had the proper words to say, ( She would tell him But she'd have nothing left to sell him ------------ ! ) It would be a lie if Alix told herself or anyone for that matter that she absolutely was hating this. To be perfectly honest she liked this, toying with the gorgeously handsome Hunter. It wasn't that she was malicious, but he had started it and she liked to just mess around a bit, have fun. I mean, she did have pretty much all the time in the world she could want, and she knew if she died today though, she would want to be able to say she got to die happy. Which was a partial reason she saw her daughter pretty much every other day, just to talk to her, talk to her about her life experiences - all without her knowing she was speaking to her own mother. Though the older woman had admitted one time that she felt a deep connection with Alix, just that she didn't know why, as Alix, per Abigail, was young enough to be her daughter. Oh, if only she knew. But she certainly wouldn't do that to her daughter, she wouldn't put her through that stress of knowing her mother was an immortal and none of it had rubbed off on her. Plus, just the very idea she figured of introducing this now, on top of that her mother was actually alive, as Rose, Alix knew had told Abigail that both her parents had died, her father in the war and her mother from an accident. Either way, Alix knew her happiness wasn't limited, but it certainly wasn't free either, she just knew she had to take care of it and let it grow as to how it should. Blue eyes now though watched his own keenly, as if attempting to figure out what was going on through the dark-haired male's head. Too bad she wasn't an actual Immortal, those guys got to read minds, see auras and figure out what someone was thinking. Maybe she could ask Christian or someone a favor to see what was going on in Wes's head. Either way, Alix didn't respond to him saying she believed his lie. She didn't believe him at all to be perfectly honest, but she wasn't worried of giving him her name, though it was quite unique, her official name in the databases she knew was Amanda. It had just changed and she knew per Google, it would say she didn't "exist" till about 2 years ago, though her excuse was Witness Protection. That of course wouldn't work on Wes because he knew, but she could always just say he was nuts and have him locked up. That sounded about right. Alix enjoyed her few moments of dance with the vampire, though gave him a sly wink over Wes's shoulder when he couldn't see it, silently telling him good job as he and the human girl danced away into the crowd. Feeling Wes's hands reach out and steady her as well as her grip on him, the blonde gave him a light smile, almost could be taken as a smile that read, "I got you." He'd helped steady her, instead of just letting her clutch onto him like a leech to steady herself. Brushing back some of her blonde hair for a moment, the Fallen couldn't help but let a slight look of triumph appear on her features for a few moments before her eyes locked onto Wes's and she paused silently, though never stopped moving, keeping time with both Wes and the music, and feeling his hands around her waist, which was moving in time with the music. She had always loved music, even when she'd been an angel, Alix had absolutely adored it, being able to listen to it, let it roll through her and over her like a wave. God how she missed being able to not have to worry about pain, the physical pain of being an angel at least. At least pain brought on by humans such as Wes, but now she got to experience so much more than she could ever if she were just some bloody angel. At his inquiry and comment on sabotaging his fun, Alix shrugged lightly, brushing closer to him for a moment before smoothly shifting herself with him and the music, "Must I?" she put on a well-practiced puppy-dog look, before tossing her hair back, and drawing herself close to Wes for a moment, maybe to tease, or just to dance, she'd never admit that, "I've always been...prone to chasing." she laughed lightly, unable to help herself, "Besides, I apologize, but Jen was a bit painful to watch dance, she could move, but she was always off-beat." she confessed, though of course didn't tell him the actual reason had been - though she wouldn't even admit it to herself - jealousy. She hadn't been very jealous, but obviously jealous enough to react on it. Alix would much rather dance with Wes, maybe have a bit of fun, but she'd definitely reign herself in, perhaps just see if he'd talk to her at all like a decent person. Continuing to dance, staying with the music she mused, "I am curious of something though..." her voice faded for a moment, then promptly added, "How long ago...did it happen?" she inquired, wondering if he knew what she was talking about. Feigning the "stupidity" of the inquiry and such, Alix arched an eyebrow playfully towards him, "You're a good dancer, Wes. Mind if I ask how you learned?" There. Small talk never hurt anyone. outfit. click for awesome black dress! words. enough <3 notes. OTL fail post D: but enjoy <33 ♥ ♥ ♥ template by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 LYRICS BY PANIC AT THE DISCO

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[westley]

IN YOUR HEAD, IN YOUR HEAD
T H E Y A R E F I G H T I N G
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To be honest, as Wes was dancing with Alix he wondered why he was not cringing at her touch. Why he wasn't running away from the first contact that her fingers had made with his jacket. He wondered what sort of history she had, when did she die? How long had she been alive? Does she regret becoming a fallen angel? Does she have any relatives that are still alive today? He found all those questions unanswered in his head, and he thought that was just such an alien thing to comprehend. She was an alien to him, and he he found himself not completely disgusted at her touch or dance moves. He looked back to his own past, as a silent moment passed. He was still so young, he could bet that Alix was a few decades, or a century even older than him, and he was merely twenty-four. So young, without a family. He guessed he felt really alone. He had a mentor, who passed away not so long, Ross his name had been. That's where he learned to be a hunter, from him. Everything Westley had known was from Ross, and now he kind of felt ashamed to be dancing with the one thing that Ross had hated, and not completely hating it. But, maybe he could use this to his advantage. Maybe he could get her close, an then kill her when she least expects it. Take her on a 'date' and take her to the guardians, but to be honest, he didn't know why, but that possibility didn't really sound that tempting. After all, she hadn't done anything to him yet apart from flirt and make awkward jokes. She fought back when he attacked her, but she didn't kill him when he was down and vulnerable, she had even apologized, and he could admit that he had been a complete and utter dick to her; she seemed human enough, but Westley knew their kind. And he would never make the mistake of trusting them.

Wes felt himself frown at what she said. He couldn't really help feeling offended, and a little hurt that she saw him as a chase. He was more than that, he was a person and not just some supernatural's toy. So, he was glad that he kept his cold shoulder, he wondered if she even realised that with those words she had affected him. That he was no ones toy, and sure as hell not her's. Not that he wanted anything serious with this girl, but if you're chasing someone you don't really have respect for them, and he would make sure that she knew to respect him. He was more. "You can chase all you like, I'm not a toy." He said his thoughts right out, ans just carried on moving as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, and really, it wasn't. He was dancing, and having a civilised conversation with the one thing he hated most. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. "I was enjoying myself with Jen, more than I am enjoying my self now. And you stole my fun, I hope you are happy." The words came out more serious than he had intended, but still with a light teasing tone. He knew she wouldn't care that she stole his fun, he wouldn't either.

'How along ago... did it happen?' Westley felt himself stiffen, knowing what she meant. He wasn't ready to admit anything to her yet, "How long ago did what happen exactly?" Wes asked, remembering the exact day and time. He was sure that she could tell he was lying, but he didn't know her, and he wasn't about to go and reveal anything to her, because he hated her. Well, he should have hated her, but somehow he didn't. He felt a sigh come out from his lips when she asked about his dancing, Wes knew he wasn't bad, but he was nowhere near a professional. "I do mind, but it's just club dancing, I picked it up quite easily. I pick up skills easily too." He smiled at the memory of his first time at the club, where he ended up with a bloody nose. "I guess you're not too bad of a dancer yourself, though I'm sure you've had a few centuries to learn.." He said, his voice kind of light and teasing, because he knew that women were uncomfortable about their age,

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