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Post by dream2 on Jan 1, 2011 22:02:16 GMT
 karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •The day slipped by slowly, having woken up early, he really regretted it. It was a weekend, and that meant he at least should start grading crap - though that wouldn't happen. Plus he felt like getting out on his horse for a nice ride around the estate. Approaching the stable which held four horses, he approached the gelding named Thunder Jumper, who snorted upon seeing his owner approach the large stall for the Andalusian. Grinning weakly, he entered the stall, having grabbed the reins in order to attach the horse's head gear to the sides of the barn in order to safely brush him. Thunder made him think of his horse back in the Roman Army, and a fond smile fell over his lips. The Immortal mused something in Latin, causing the horse's ears to flick about, curious about the type of language he heard. Running a brush along the gelding's nape and sides, he took his sweet time - after all he had plenty of it. His Rolex said it was well past morning, and he hadn't eaten anything, but had been tending to his hoses. Sighing softly, he then patted Thunder, and whispered in Icelandic, "Vera a góður drengur nú , Þruma."
[/color] he chuckled at the horse's reaction to one of the 15 different languages Christian had learned over the millenia he'd been on this earth. Patting the white horse lightly, he placed him back in the stall and smiled lightly to the other horses, "We're getting a new friend this week, boys and girls, her name's Lilly of the Valley, like the flower. I hope you are all good to her when she gets here."[/color] locking up their stalls, he then pressed a button which unlocked all their stalls, and opened the doors enough so that they knew to head out into the pasture. Following behind them, he then closed the gate, leaving them outside for the day to frolic and what-not. Throwing a grin to the creatures, he looked down as one of the stray dogs that remained around here, this one he'd named Sedona, mainly because she hung around a lot, and he had kind of adopted her. She was something of a mix, though she did look a lot like a Border Collie, just taller and shorter hair. Patting Sedona calmly, he mused, "Keep an eye on things for me, I'll be back later."[/color] Dark eyes watched the horses calmly, before he turned on his heels and headed back inside. He'd need to change, no way would he go out and about wearing this ratty pair of jeans and t-shirt. No way. Changing into nicer pants and a shirt, he slid on a jacket to fight off the chilly weather and headed out to his car. It wasn't flashy, mainly because he figured his house and stable were good enough, but he had two cars, a truck for towing if needed, one he'd gotten from his parents when he got his first horse here, and the other was a small hybrid. Chuckling lightly, the Immortal muttered something before he then slid into his car, checking for his phone, his wallet and car keys. A day in town. Couldn't be that bad right? Maybe he could find something to help him with his class this upcoming week. All those high school students, in one chemistry room. He shivered. This was his first year here teaching, trying to feign being just a new college student out of college and getting a job here. He just hoped everything went according to plan. Fingers tightened on the hybrid's steering wheel, as he then pushed the button, turning the car off and getting out once he had found a parking spot along the street. Locking it and tossing his keys into his pocket, he scanned the area around him, as if trying to figure out where to go. It was amusing, as his eyes scanned the auras he could see, even through windows and around corners, how many humans were so oblivious to the supernaturals with them. Their friends, family, confidants, and more. Smiling smugly to himself, he then "shut his mind down" so that he didn't hear any more thoughts. Oh no, not today for him. Putting on a pair of sunglasses, as the sun had decided to start shining for some reason, he headed towards the library, deciding he might as well as pop in and see what they had. Pausing as he entered, he nodded politely towards the librarian, whose color was slightly more green than usual. Family or personal life, he caught based on her thoughts. He approached her politely, "How are things, Miss Potts?"[/color] The woman pushed up the glasses on her nose and responded, her voice cackled slightly, though he knew it was due to her having had throat cancer - and luckily surviving, "Not too bad, Mister Elias, come to check anything out?" Quick eyes noticed an unusual-looking aura, before he shrugged, "Maybe, you know, wasting a bit of time on the weekend."[/color] he flashed a polite smile, before heading deeper into the massive library. Oh yes, he could spend most of his life here and be fine, as books withered and went away, while he remained the same. Brushing past someone, he muttered an apology, hardly realizing he'd said it in Dutch, as he continued back towards a little lobby-like area, just mainly - wandering around. Eying the person's aura he'd bumped into in the History section, he arched an eyebrow curiously, though grabbed a book, The Story of Philosophy and sat down at a chair in the lobby area, with tables for others to read at, his attention still on the girl with the history books. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by eloise on Jan 2, 2011 16:59:27 GMT
  She couldn’t believe she had forgotten about her research paper. It wasn’t even an “oh I forgot I procrastinated and now have to shove my paper into a night of writing” moment. First and foremost, Ellie never procrastinated. Secondly, she had started the paper already, just forgot to finish it. Granted, Ellie had spent most of her time when she wasn’t in class taking care of her horrendous mother. She must’ve run out of her supply or something; the woman was more awful than usual, constantly calling Ellie to ask her to bring this or that or to yell at her for something she had or hadn’t done. The poor twenty year old couldn’t catch a break. And the only reason she was able to have enough room to breathe and think at the moment was because she had turned her phone off and shoved it into a deep recess of her bag with hopes that it wouldn’t see daylight until her paper was finished.
Sure, Ellie could’ve asked her professor for an extension; he loved his star student. But that would require an explanation as to why said extension was needed and Ellie didn’t want to bother with such a tedious activity. Besides, she really didn’t need to relive her past week, even if it was only a summary. That would be bad enough. Somehow in the brunette’s mind it had turned into a competition between her and the paper. Asking for an extension would only contribute to the paper’s victory, another deterrent to the plan of asking for an extension. There was no way that she would let the paper win; Ellie would conquer it like the Roman legions that she was supposed to write about. Which meant she had to get started as soon as possible and write like there was no tomorrow.
Ellie sloppily pulled her old, beaten up car to the curb in front of the library and did a half-hearted attempt of parallel parking before jumping out of her car and almost into the path of another one. The driver blared his horn and made a big show of swerving out of the way. Ellie had a few choice words for the driver that she yelled over her shoulder as she ran up the library steps, despite most of the blame for the near collision lied with her. Hand on the door handle, Ellie realized she left her flash drive in her car and had to sprint back out there to get it, luckily avoiding any other oncoming traffic. The trip back to the car had made Ellie stress even more, feeling as if she had lost precious moments she could’ve used on her paper when it was only a matter of seconds. She yelled – an action typically frowned upon in a library – to Miss Potts on her way back. Normally, Ellie would stay and talk to the elder woman on her trips to the library. She was the mom Ellie would’ve chosen had that been possible. The young woman felt bad about not being able to have their usual chat and decided that she would bake something as a token of forgiveness.
The computers the library had to offer were ancient. They took forever to log in, twice as long to load a page. Instead of angrily staring at the computer or yelling curses at an inanimate object as she waited for it to start, Ellie turned on the computer and then decided to go find some books on her topic. She already had the research and didn’t need to do anymore. There was something comforting to her about standing in between two tall bookshelves and being surrounded by printed knowledge. And instead of just wandering aimlessly – which would most likely cancel out the calming effect of the books – she’d do more research to keep herself calm. That was how Ellie ended up in the history section of the library, carefully and systematically checking the code on each book. She couldn’t help herself but to rearrange books that had been carelessly placed in the wrong spot on the shelf as she went.
Upon reaching the section on Roman history, Ellie paused and stood unmoving for a solid 30 seconds. While she looked awkward, stopped there like that, Ellie was really trying to figure out how to tackle the section in the most efficient way possible. There was no point in wasting her time looking at books that wouldn’t help or were too general. For that reason, she skipped over anything that had a broad title, such as The History of Rome. Once those were sorted, Ellie began to weed out books that, while they could’ve been helpful, were below her reading level. Getting bored while reading those low level books would do nothing for her focus on this paper.
When all was said and done, Ellie had a rather large stack of books but still was not done yet. She was getting ready to go back and double check to make sure that she hadn’t missed a book that could prove to be useful, when she felt someone’s attention on her. No, that was a lie. The feeling of someone’s eyes being on her back had started a few minutes ago, but Ellie had been too absorbed into her books to let the fact bother her. Now though, when she was just doing busy work to give the computer another minute or two to finish its startup process, the eyes began to annoy her. She turned, brown eyes meeting those of a young and admittedly handsome guy. Ellie walked over to the table he was sitting at, making it clear that she was indeed heading for his direction. Keeping the books propped on an arm and balanced with a hip, Ellie stayed standing so she could glance down at the man. “Can I help you with something?” Ellie asked in a polite voice that held a tint of annoyance in it. The annoyance wasn’t aimed towards the guy directly, but more secondarily because this was just another thing that was taking time away from her paper.
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Post by dream2 on Jan 2, 2011 17:33:50 GMT
karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • With his nose stuffed in the book, he got into the mode which he adored. It was one where he got to reflect on things. His past, his whole past. Things were written down, he had books, and he had journals as well. Ones chronicling his life every week since he first laid his hands on paper and something to write with. The earliest, God he couldn't even remember. It was something though, his parents had suggested. Most Immortals did it, so if they forgot something - which he doubted he could due to his enhanced memory, like a photographic one for humans - Christian remembered tons. But while he'd been reading this Story of Philosophy, it made him think of the few days he spent in Italy of course, where he got to meet and befriend DaVinci. That guy had been brilliant. Personally he admired him, plus he had known Churchill, Winston Churchill before he got as popular as he is today. So many people he met, and over time he realized just how popular they had become, like Dickinson, he'd heard of her, though he knew she was a recluse, it was amazing at how many people loved her works of art. Her poems and little sonnets by Shakespeare. The language that was forgotten, the proper English, now it was the slang. Personally he wasn't a big fan of the slang, but nonetheless, it was change. Change he had become adapted to over the centuries. Not that it was easy, mind you, it just came, and it was the one thing he could always rely on being the same.
People changed too. They dressed differently. He dressed differently, though he always made sure to stay with the fashion so he didn't dress like he was from the 60s in America, one of the last times he'd been here and had gone back to Europe, then went over to China to learn Mandarin, just to come back in the late 90s. Oh no, he'd much prefer not to go wandering around like he was in the 60s, especially the 70s and their clothing. Chuckling softly to himself at this, he hardly realized the girl, the one with the stack of history books - of his time period was about finished up. His eyes noted her aura, it was an interesting purple color. Mixed with compassion, but deep-rooted annoyance, anger. Perhaps a family member or something. He then caught her thoughts. Her mother, and how horrible she was. His fingers clutched the edge of the book slightly tighter. The thought of a mother or a father abusing their child - he couldn't stand for that. It was unethical, and if he could, he'd get his hand around them and make them pay, repent. Shaking his head, he inhaled slowly, calming himself, before he then adverted his gaze from her slyly as she turned, returning to the book. Maybe it wouldn't be a bad day after all, especially since she had noticed him, he quickly stuffed his nose back into the book. Nevertheless, he perked up when he heard, “Can I help you with something?” It had been the girl he had noticed earlier, with the stack of books resting against her hip.
Preferring not to appear too weird - though he was over 2,000 years old, Christian never really told anyone his actual age. Especially the humans. Pausing, he shrugged, holding onto the book with one hand, a finger easily keeping his place in the book, the Immortal answered, with words that seemed as if he had planned this, and seemed picked out, sounding smooth and eloquent, "No, I don't believe you can."
[/color] he then added, "I do wonder if I could help you, I have..."[/color] a smirk toyed with his lips, revealing the crescent-shaped scar slightly on his left cheek, "An extensive knowledge of the time period you're studying."[/color] Dark eyes flashed playfully, curious to see her reaction. He leaned up slightly, as he adjusted himself in the chair, looking up to the dark redhead, or just brown with some red in it. He liked her hair though, it was pretty, and she was beautiful - no. He stopped himself, she was human, this much he could sense. The Immortal eyed her intently, purely curious as to see what her reaction would be, then offered, "There's a book, over in the biography section, that was written by Pythagoras, and some other people recently too, it should help you with what you may need too."[/color] [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •for a minute there i lost myselfTHIS IS WHAT YOU GET.THIS IS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU MESS WITH US.50+ - kel! <3 - karma police, radiohead - i say with this thread, we just have them run into each other another time or two? XD - just imagine it being more buttoned up...and a black jacket over it. -.-
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Post by eloise on Jan 2, 2011 18:24:10 GMT
The stranger was handsome, something Ellie noted with a more scientific feel than a typical hormonal reaction, like most members of the female gender and (possibly some of the male gender) would. The art-loving side of Ellie compared his face to a statue from ancient Greece or Rome, something of a classic beauty. Maybe chiseled would describe it more accurately. His eyes were a pleasant color, though seemed much too old to be on the face of such a young man. The messy but casual style of his dark hair seemed to follow the trend of guys today. The only thing that could distract from his beauty was a scar that became prominent when he smirked. Her brown eyes lingered on the guy’s cheek – more specifically, the scar. Some might’ve found it ugly or unfortunate, but Ellie thought the scar only added to his looks. That wasn’t why she found herself staring though. The reason for the staring was that the young woman was curious about the scar’s origin and was trying to figure out how he could’ve gotten it. While she noticed the stranger’s physical looks, the brown haired beauty was also noticing his personality. Just standing near him, only hearing a few words spoken by him, Ellie could feel confidence rolling off of him in strong waves. That small smirk that graced his lips only furthered her original impression. She got the feeling that he could be cocky, if given the chance to show that side of his personality. Of course, all of this was pure speculation. Ellie was just making assumptions based on her observations and his looks.
Ellie came to the conclusion that she would not like this man in the few seconds she had actually been over at his table. It probably didn’t help that he was now suggesting that he could help her. Him? Help her? Who did he think he was? Ellie had gone above and beyond in all of her classes, sometimes doing so much research on a single topic that she ended up knowing more about it than even her professor did. She was perfectly capable of finding her own information. And unless this guy had actually lived during the Roman empire, Ellie doubted that he could help her much. “Extensive knowledge, huh?” The sarcasm in the woman’s voice practically made the air quotes audible. “I suppose you consider yourself an expert then. I don’t need your help.” She didn’t need the help at all, much less help from a self-proclaimed guru on the Roman Legions. The offer had been gracious but was turned down with more venom than needed.
She was about to turn on her heels and walk away when the man continued to talk. Letting out a small and exasperated sigh – as if Ellie was doing a great favor for wasting more of her time to stand over here – she let her eyes focus on his face again. “Thank you, book catalog,” Ellie said and then turned away. She could’ve figured that out by herself had she looked at the library catalog. In fact, she was planning on doing that the second the computer warmed up. Ellie thought she had done pretty well without the catalog’s help up until this point. She made the decision to go back to the computer, deciding that searching for books was an easily avoidable distraction. The young woman sat with her back towards the stranger with the purpose of ignoring him. And ignore him she did, as she cracked open the first book in her pile.
The index was searched in the same fashion Ellie had used to find the books originally. She scanned the page, deciding which headings seemed much to general for her focus of the paper. Flipping to the page indicated by the index, Ellie got a nose full of old book smell, causing her to cough and gag slightly. It was surprising for a girl who loved books so much to hate the smell of them. She didn’t see why people ever thought that scent might be a good one; the smell originated dead skin cells that had gotten left on the page from previous readers. What was so tantalizing about that? Ellie began to read the page, completely immersed in the information that was flowing from the page to her mind. She forgot about the stranger and her irritation with him.
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Post by dream2 on Jan 2, 2011 19:15:58 GMT
karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • A slightly amused look fell over the male's features upon the meeting of his eyes with the girl's eyes. She had more of an innocent look about her features, like if she wanted, she could get out of anything that she wanted to, or completely destroy someone's self-esteem. That he liked. Women who stood up for themselves, Camila had done that, he never enjoyed the women he had been acquainted with in the 18th century and so, because all they wanted was to please their man, and become the best house wife possible. While he had been on the wagon with that then, now it was a different matter, and he was perfectly fine with that. Women refused to rely on men, he had a feeling this newcomer was the same way. Yes, most definitely. He tuned into her thoughts, though only slightly, just enough to catch her thinking of him, sizing him up. He didn't care, he was doing the same thing to her. She had the tousled, curly-wavy hair, what-ever style a woman would call it - after all he was only good with men's fashion nonetheless. Eying her features, he took notice of her eyes, how they seemed to hold a passion that only she wanted for a select few to see, or everyone. Based on her inquiry to him, it definitely was to everyone. She liked to say what she wanted, this much he could already tell. With this, he figured he'd probably respect her to a point, but to the other side of the argument, he probably wouldn't be able to stand her. Then again he dealt with Jack, he was sure he could put up with her. He liked Jack though, he was a good guy, for being a human, though this girl? He wanted to know.
A coy smirk fell on his lips, feeling like he was dangling a carrot in front of her to get her to bite, but instead of an eager horse, he got a stubborn, cranky mule ignoring the carrot. Oh well, every person had a weak spot, and hers seemed evident, like she was the type who took control of things, especially her life. Straightening in the chair, Christian arched an eyebrow curiously towards her sarcasm, and he let her finish, before he answered, placing his forefinger on his temple, his thumb near his jaw on his right cheek, showing his nonchalant features, "Would you consider a degree perhaps?"
[/color] He pushed aside her sarcasm, smashing it with kindness. He almost felt like sarcasm, but that he knew would be better saved for a later time. The Immortal shrugged, "Suit yourself, good luck with your research then, madam."[/color] Sure, some of his language was "older" but he didn't care. Christian always enjoyed twisting it into the present-day language, plus it always made sure people were listening, to see if they were actually paying attention to his words. Dark eyes lifted to lock onto hers intently, seeing the fiery emotions in her when their eyes locked. Her aura was a mixture of colors, and he was curious to pick through all of them, and figure her out, well - he'd just need to do it without her staring at him. Ignoring her exaggerated sigh, the male inwardly, and silently groaned when he recognized the voice of someone. A student he taught at the high school. Wonderful. Eying her intently, at her words, he allowed a graceful smile, one practiced over the centuries to bless his features and answered, "My pleasure, please be sure to leave me nice for the next person."[/color] He chuckled softly, gaze lingering on her as she walked away to a computer, her back to him. Lifting his head slightly, chin pointing up ever so slightly, he then looked up in mild surprise when a student, Jeremy, approached him, "Hey Mister Elias!" Tensing, he nodded politely to Jeremy, "Hello, Jeremy. How are you doing?"[/color] His eyes exchanged between the high school junior and the girl, who had her back to him. This would be fun. He barely heard Jeremy's response about a project for English and what he was doing here. Pausing, Christian answered, flipping the page in his book, "Browsing. I wish you luck with your project, Jeremy...I'll see you in class."[/color] he smiled politely, nodding to Jeremy's mother, whose look he felt lingering on him as he casually approached the computer row, and fortunately, the only computer left open was the one on her side, on the end of it. Sitting down smoothly, Christian turned on the ancient device, tempted to make a joke he was younger than this dinosaur, before eying her, and leaning back in the chair he was now placed it, flipping lazily through the pages while he waited for it to boot up, remaining silent, as if keeping an eye on her. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by eloise on Jan 3, 2011 0:56:18 GMT
That smirk made yet another appearance on those perfect lips and Ellie couldn’t help but make a face that some might say reflected disgust. God, she hated when people smirked. The act itself echoed self-confidence and the idea that you were better than the person that the curl of the lips was aimed at. She ignored the statement about a degree and his wish of good luck. Ellie wouldn’t need good luck, just hard work. She did do an over exaggerated curtsy though, at the word madam, grabbing the air around her jeans as if it were a skirt. The woman heard him say something about leaving him nice, but hadn’t listened to the rest of the comment on her way to the computer. Luckily, she did catch the fact that someone else had come over to talk to the stranger and she hoped that the newcomer would offer a distraction.
Her fingers flew over the keyboard, words pouring onto the screen almost as fast as lightning. Ellie was into her paper, any outside activity not registering in her mind. No, that was a lie; she had an idea of what was going on around her, but chose to not let it bother her. So when someone pulled out the chair of the computer next to her, she was aware of it, but had no clue who was sitting there nor did she bother to check. She was going to finish this paper even if it killed her. A second or two later, she had already forgot that someone was now next to her. Then the computer neighbor talked, breaking Ellie of her writing trance. She sighed, annoyed, and turned to face the stranger again. “I’m sure you’re a lovely person, but I don’t desire your company right now,” Ellie said in a slightly rushed and exasperated tone as she pulled out her iPod and shoved the ear buds into her ears with more force than necessary. The volume was also louder than usual. It took her a moment or two before she got back into her writing groove.
An hour and a half later, Ellie was done with her paper and in the process of emailing it to her professor. It didn’t take nearly as long as she had thought it would, the writing of the actual paper flowing much nicer than she could’ve hoped. Ellie left her ear buds in with the volume pounding as she shut down the computer and began to walk out of the library without saying goodbye to her unwanted companion. She was in such a rush to get out of there that she had left her flash drive in the computer. It was unlike Ellie to forget things, but that was the second time the removable drive had been forgotten today. That flash drive was extremely important to Ellie because all of her digital photography was saved on it. Had she remembered, she would’ve turned her car around and risked running into the strange man again just to get it.
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It had been five days since Ellie had lost her flash drive. A whole five days and she was going insane trying to look for it. The young woman couldn’t remember where she had had it lost and couldn’t think of another place to search for it. She currently sat in a diner, trying to calm herself down with a little food in her stomach. And well, to stay out of her house. Ellie didn’t have enough money to actually have a dorm at the college, leaving her with the only option of staying at home with her mother. Ellie felt as if she’d never be free from that atrocious woman, but it would happen someday. She’d get assigned to a dig in Italy – she’d make sure it happen once she graduated. Maybe she could find some sort of internship over the summer just to get away from home for a bit. However, that was neither here nor there. Her flash drive was.
She ordered a cup of coffee, asking that they only filled the mug part of the way, and a cinnamon roll. Once the coffee came, Ellie put so much creamer and sugar into it that it was hardly recognizable as coffee anymore. Ellie had a bit of a sweet tooth, if it wasn’t already obvious. Aside from doctoring her coffee, she didn’t touch her food. She stared into the mug, swirling the coffee every so often with a spoon, going over in her mind about possible locations for her flash drive for the twenty billionth time.
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Post by dream2 on Jan 3, 2011 1:26:34 GMT
karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Amusement filtered on his features when she curtsied and left to go to her computer. As he sat down next to her, placing the Philosophy book on the counter in front of him, he logged on, then paused, fingers hovering patiently over the computer when she spoke to him about his company. Arching an eyebrow, he spoke, painting his words with poison, but also feigned innocence to anyone listening in as well, "Who said anything about keeping you company? I'm merely here just like you and everyone else in this row, for a computer."
[/color] he allowed a playful smile to fall on his lips before he casually leaned back in his chair and watched her curiously pull out her iPod. Grinning calmly to himself, he then got onto the computer, getting on the high school website and logging in in order to be able to check his roster to see if any other students had transferred in or out of his classes. He only had four classes this semester, out of a possible of seven, he was so glad he taught higher-level science, biology and chemistry. Teaching history had been fun, but since most of the time it was only American History teachers they were looking for, Christian always refused to do that, since he too - found American history rather boring, it was so short, plus it was just a bunch of stubbornness and wars with bloodshed that was unnecessary. Wrinkling his nose, he logged off the website and was starting to log off the computer when the girl got up and left. Grinning calmly to himself, eyes then landed on something dark in the computer she had been at. A flash drive. Curiously, he stood up to see if he could catch her - and hadn't. Sighing softly, he then plucked it smoothly out of the computer and slipped it into his pocket in one fluid movement. Picking up the Philosophy book, he smiled weakly towards Miss Potts as he approached her, sliding her his library card as well as the book, and she spoke, "That girl is usually very nice, what did you say, Mister Elias?" He grinned coyly at the woman, "Very funny, Potts, and I surely hope nothing too horrible."[/color] The older woman gave him a knowing smile, "I'll see you two around then, good day Mister Elias." He grinned, holding onto the book lightly, "And to you as well Miss Potts, have a good weekend."[/color] with that, and the girl's flash drive safely in his pocket, he surely hoped he would be able to see that girl again. Feeling his stomach drop at the thought of her, he took it as being hungry or something, and headed out to his car, blissfully ignorant of how his destiny had just gotten tied into something he never knew could happen. - - - - - - - - - - It's been 120 hours, or five days since he met that girl in the library. Since he had found her flash drive forgotten in her computer there. Since he realized he was probably going to enjoy life here - for once. The brunette male straightened his jacket slightly, before looking around his classroom, the class he enjoyed teaching as students left. Teaching was always one of his passions, he was just usually unsure of what to teach, but soon always became known for the teacher that could help students with about anything, including 15 different languages. Muttering something in French, letting it slip off his tongue, he left his thoughts behind, and got into a better mood. It was Friday, the weekend was here. Thank goodness. Now he didn't need to worry about anything till Monday, since he hadn't given his students homework to turn in on Fridays, that he did on purpose, they would catch onto that soon enough. Dark eyes filed along the street before he then turned down another street and headed towards a diner. One he had eaten at a few times before, and he had to admit, he was pretty impressed with their stuff. Approaching it casually, the Immortal smiled politely to the waitress who greeted him when he walked in. He didn't notice the girl till he sat down at the bar, near where she was sitting in a booth. Spinning slightly in his chair to meet the waitress eye to eye when she appeared, he spoke, "I'll just take a coffee, please, for now."[/color] the woman nodded and headed off, before he then recognized the thoughts. Panicking about her flash drive. A hand fell to his pocket where the flash drive was currently stored. Pausing, the male then stood up and silently moved towards her booth, and hovered there for a moment as he then produced the flash drive, and set it down on the table, sliding it over to her, though keeping his hand on it, as if holding it ransom for a few moments, "Your flash drive, miss."[/color] he flashed a polite smile, having been in a much better mood with the weekend here and such. "I'm quite glad I ran into you so I could bring it back to you."[/color] He then sat down across from her, purely curious to see how angry she'd most likely get. Just testing the waters. He then released it as he stated his name politely, "I'm Christian, by the way, so you don't need to think about me as the guy from the library."[/color] he grinned smoothly, before nodding gently to the waitress who had brought him his coffee at the table. Sipping it, and adding some cream and sugar, eyes landing on the girl, he spoke, "I hope you don't mind if I sit with you, gives more room for the guys from across the street coming in."[/color] he gestured to the pair of four guys coming in to eat together, definitely on a lunch break or linner. Christian flashed a short-lived smile, "May I know your name, perhaps?"[/color] After all, he reasoned, he had given her back the flash drive and not just kept the blasted thing. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by eloise on Jan 3, 2011 2:15:29 GMT
Ellie had seen the stranger from the library enter the diner, by chance glancing up as the door opened. She quickly ducked her head, pretending that her mug of untouched coffee was the best thing in the world. The girl would wait until he sat down, preferably at the counter where his back would be to her, and then flag down her waitress to pay for her cinnamon bun and coffee. It could’ve worked too – he even sat at the counter as if he had already decided to go along with her plan. The waitress went to him first and as soon as she took his order, Ellie raised her hand in an attempt to flag down the waitress. Then the wrench was thrown into her plan when he turned – almost as if she had called his name – and spotted her.
Shit. Shitshitshitshit. The word repeated like a mantra in her mind as he slowly got closer. Ellie made a point of not looking in his direction until the last possible moment, staring at her coffee until he placed a hand on the table. She glanced up at him with a glare, until he mentioned her flash drive and she took a look at his hand. Then her eyes widened and her mouth opened into a small ‘o’ and she reached for the stranger’s hand, accidently brushing it before pulling her own hand back. “You had it this whole time? Give it back!” Ellie exclaimed, accusing the stranger of something that most likely wasn’t his fault. She tried to find a way to grab the flash drive without touch his hand again, but found she didn’t have to for long. He let go of the flash drive, but was then in her booth. One problem at a time though. Ellie snatched her flash drive, cupping it in both hands and holding it to her chest for a couple of minutes before slipping it into her pocket. She was so happy that it was back in her possession, already feeling a huge weight being lifted from her chest.
Then she looked back at the stranger, sitting as far back in the booth as she could get. Any trace of happiness was erased from her face as she stared at him. “Are you stalking me?” Ellie asked in a tone that said she was being completely serious, and then took a sip of her coffee. She was no longer hungry, though her stomach still felt hollow. Ellie imagined the coffee landing with a splash in her otherwise empty stomach. She tried to keep her demeanor calm and confident, instead of showing how nervous she was. It was a gesture doomed to fail; Ellie’s eyes showed everything she felt. Windows to her soul or what not.
The waitress brought the stranger’s coffee to the table. Her table. Like the stranger had a right to be here. No, not stranger anymore. He had just told her his name. Christian. It was a nice enough name, and as long as it wasn’t some sort of alias, one she could tell the police if he were stalking her. Ellie sent a glare the waitress’s way. In Ellie’s mind, it was her fault too. Then Christian was asking if he could sit at her table, as if she really had a choice in the matter. He was already sitting there and it seemed as if he would stay no matter what Ellie told him as answer.
“Be my guest,” Ellie said instead, waving her hand towards the seat that Christian had already taken as if she had invited him to sit. She sipped her coffee again, not really tasting it this time as it hit her taste buds. Really, he did have a point. There were more guys who were coming into the diner and having Christian in her booth would make more space. She couldn’t argue with logic. What Ellie did debate about was whether or not she should tell Christian her name. Finally, she decided that she would. “Ellie.” She said in a bored tone and passed her cinnamon bun over to him “You want this? I’m not hungry.” Maybe she could flag down the waitress and get her bill. Then she could leave the diner and Christian would have the booth to himself. Space problem solved.
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Post by dream2 on Jan 3, 2011 2:40:30 GMT
karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The Immortal chuckled silently at the girl's thoughts, just muttering a curse word over and over again. He was curious as to why she was so uncomfortable, he hadn't gotten that vibe from her, that she could even be that around someone, let alone him. Then again his height didn't help much, being 6'2" something never really did. Eyes landed silently on hers, listening to her speak, as if accusing him of taking her flash drive. Brushing that off, the guy spoke, "Don't need to ask twice, why would I need your flash drive, hm?"
[/color] he sounded as if he was demanding it, wanting to know what she was thinking, without listening to her thoughts, he wanted her to say it, after all he had a feeling she usually said what was on her mind. He toyed with his coffee slightly, tempted to stick his finger into the burning liquid and come out with a perfectly fine finger, but decided against that. Instead, he just sipped on it, feigning being casual, though inside, he was burning up, wanting to know more about this girl, least of all her name. Then, she demanded something, which both annoyed and amused him at the same time. He wasn't sure how she had done that, but she had. Seeing her aura change, adding more of a dark red to show anger, the Immortal spoke solemnly, curling his fingers around his coffee mug, his bluntness coming into play, "Don't flatter yourself."[/color] he said calmly, though he felt the malice that his words had been dipped into, giving them that extra zing when they entered the atmosphere around them. One which he could feel was tense and could be cut in half by a knife. He raised both brows, as he sipped his coffee, enjoying the feeling of getting some caffeine into his system. Eying her intently, as if daring her to make a snap comment back at that, he had one on tap already. That was a lie. Quite a few. Besides, as he noticed her eyes, showing her nervousness, it didn't take an Immortal to see she was. She had her back pressed tightly against the back of her booth seat, wanting to get farther from him. Drawing himself back, subconsciously showing her he really meant no harm, the Immortal then grinned to himself when he heard her thoughts, blaming the waitress who had brought his coffee over to him. At this table. Grinning into his coffee cup, he lowered it, putting back on his mask. In a way he would need to thank the waitress, tell her thanks in a bigger tip or something. Either way, Christian's attention was all on this girl, wanting to get her name so he could stop thinking of her as the newcomer or the paranoid girl he met in the library studying the time period in which he had been born and raised. He'd need to go through his journals again, see what he could find and if he had forgotten anything. He may have forgotten some things, but they would most likely just be minute details, ones anyone could easily overlook in any life, especially after 2,000 years. The male gave her a grin when she spoke "be my guest" as if he would have done it anyway whether or not she said that. Then finally, a name! Yes! Allowing a soft smile to cross his lips for the briefest moment, he bowed his head slightly, eyes still on hers, and quickly raised his head, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ellie...is it short for something?"[/color] he inquired, tones suggesting he had a feeling it was, but he wouldn't push it if she didn't want to answer. No, he'd figure it out sooner or later, whether or not she knew it. Keeping his coffee on the table, he then shook his head, gently pushing the bun back towards her, "Oh, no thank you, I'm not hungry as of now."[/color] And fortunately he wasn't. If he had been he would have devoured that thing, more appropriately, would have inhaled that cinnamon bun. But he didn't - luckily, and Christian remained there with Ellie, grinning and feeling like an idiot, "You were working on a paper or something, weren't you?"[/color] he smiled weakly, "I hope it came out all right."[/color] There. Slowly start to get to know her. Letting her respond, how-ever she desired, whether nasty or not, he then added, "How long have you been here? Myself, only about two years or so."[/color] [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by eloise on Jan 3, 2011 3:27:39 GMT
“I don’t know why you’d need my flash drive,” Ellie said, putting emphasis on the word. The thought hadn’t crossed her mind, especially since she was just happy that she had gotten it back. All of Ellie’s digital photography was on it. Well no, not all of it. Just her favorite pictures were, or she’d need more than one flash drive. It wasn’t like there was a reason for the photos to be on the drive either; Ellie wasn’t going to show them to anyone. She hadn’t once shown her photography to anyone. She guessed that she just liked to keep her favorite photos close to her. “How about you tell me. Why would you want it?”
Then the comment came about how Ellie shouldn’t flatter herself. She couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, one that actually held humor in it. Because having someone stalk you would be flattering, of course. “Trust me, I’d pick someone much more handsome,” Ellie snapped back. “And someone who was much more intelligent.” She didn’t really know how smart he was. Actually, he was probably rather bright; the book he had picked up at the library was something on philosophy. That wasn’t something you just picked up and read for fun, unless of course, it seemed like an easy read. And though there was a good amount of tension between the two, Ellie was starting to feel a slight bit more comfortable. Enough so that she slouched a bit in her seat again, leaning slight bit forward. Had he really meant Ellie harm, he would’ve done something by now. Besides, the guy seemed to be picking up on her subtle body language; he too had backed up after she did.
Ellie found herself staring at Christian, again not in the typical gooey eyed girl way. She wanted to figure him out and it was bothering her that she couldn’t. He was like no one she had ever met, interesting in a sort of way that didn’t seem possible. Ellie was, more specifically, drawn to his eyes. When she had first met him at the library, she had noticed that they seemed much too old for him. Like they had seen so much of the world and it had made him wise. There was something else there too, Ellie was discovering now. They looked like they held some sort of secret, like it was a joke that only he was in on. Realizing that she was staring much too long, Ellie looked away and toyed with her coffee mug.
Was Ellie short for something? That was a question she had heard most of her life and one of the ones she dreaded. Ellie hated telling people her actual name, preferring that they know her by her nickname. Her real name didn’t match her personality and in all honesty it was even worse since her mother had named her after someone she hated. What sort of mother did that to their child? One that didn’t want, love, or even like it. That was Mrs. Alston in a nutshell. Typically, Ellie would ignore the question; tell whoever asked that they could just call her Ellie. Yet, she found herself responding to Christian anyway, almost against her will. “Eloise. That’s what Ellie is short for. Isn’t that a horrible name?” Ellie asked, making a face of distaste.
She was surprised by his rejection of the cinnamon bun; most guys she met never refused food. They were always hungry, always eating. And what was better than free food? She pushed it off to the side, towards the edge of the table. Christian’s smile completely transformed his face and Ellie found herself smiling back at him. Then she realized what she was doing and stopped, instead reaching for her coffee mug. “You’re really not helping to get rid of the whole stalker image,” she said, though not unkindly. It was teasing with really being teasing, she figured. “But yeah. It was a paper. And I’ve lived here my whole life.” Ellie glanced away from Christian, out towards the other patrons. “What made you move here?”
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Post by dream2 on Jan 3, 2011 3:52:24 GMT
karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Christian found himself actually smiling. That was something he had noticed he was doing. He noted her movement, before she then spoke, demanding why he'd need it. A pained look fell over his features, as if it would be a horrible thing for him to tell her why he'd need the bloody flash drive. Hearing her than ask again, he felt the weird urge to actually answer her. What the hell was this? The only person he'd ever really felt actually happy around was Jack, and that was just because they were kindred spirits, and sometimes even, before they had parted ways, Alice, in an annoying sense of the happiness area. Christian sighed and answered, calmly, as if he were a mentor and he was mentor-ing someone, "For myself, if I should have needed a flash drive and I didn't want to buy one."
[/color] he shrugged, "Don't you worry yourself over it, it's safe and sound and just as it was when you had forgotten it at the library."[/color] he made sure the couple behind them knew that he wasn't a complete weirdo, and Ellie wasn't completely insane - or sane. Nevertheless, he wanted to get this done with. Clutching the mug in both his hands slightly, Christian's attention narrowed in and locked onto Ellie, feeling as if he were a scout on a battleship in World War II, searching for enemy Japanese planes in the air ahead of them, or around their sides, since there was someone on the back of the ship to keep an eye back there. Her words yanked him out of his thoughts when she mentioned that she would pick someone much more handsome, and more intelligent. Oh really? A devious look fell over the Immortal's features. Now he never claimed he was handsome, but he certainly knew that he could get a number quite easily. Raising both brows, he chuckled softly and mused, "Sorry...we're fresh out of that."[/color] Christian grinned deviously and added, almost seriously, "Besides, I don't think you get to decide who stalks you, they decide."[/color] Ah, thank you to his years on a police force. That had been a good few years working in Chicago, needless to say he was always busy with something, especially since the economy sucked as well. He fell silent then, listening to her thoughts absent-mindedly. It was fun to hear her thoughts, running around like a man woman. Personally he enjoyed just listening to them, though some of them made him want to punch someone, not her - oh no - he didn't like the thought of hitting a woman. In fact he loathed it, no, he'd just hit the nearest guy who dared to look their way. Yes, that definitely seemed better. Feeling his morals calm down, the Immortal nonchalantly sipped his coffee, sliding it to the edge of the table in order to silently signal he was out, though he wasn't in a big rush for her to refill his cup. As the cinnamon bun slid to the end of the table, Christian noted her smile. It was a pretty smile - no. He quickly stomped that thought out. He refused to think about how pretty he thought she was. Dammit, he just did it again! Fortunately she didn't seem to be able to read his thoughts, rapidly putting on a front, sealing off his eyes to his emotions, he then heard her inquiry about her name. She should try Cassius. He shrugged, "It's all a matter of opinion."[/color] he mused solemnly, his voice gentle and smooth, like silk. "I'll call you Ellie still, of course, seeing as you introduced yourself as such."[/color] he reassured her, not wanting to freak her out if possible. At her comment on the stalker image, he laughed softly, realizing only after the first chuckle escaped his lips what he had been doing, he then replied smoothly, "I was sitting next to you, curiosity got the best of me. You're telling me you have never once looked at the computer screen of someone else while in the library?"[/color] he grinned coyly. Everyone had, unless they always had their nose stuffed into a book. Noticing her glance, though not acting on it, he mused, "What made me move here...?"[/color] he paused, and quickly responded, not wanting her to sense his pause too much, "My job, and the fact that I lived here before, when I was...younger, and I liked it here."[/color] he shrugged lightly. "So what year are you?"[/color] he inquired, meaning for college. He did allow her to ask any questions she wanted though, after all, Christian's goal now was to get to know her - as much as she'd let him that is, much like him with her. Only the selected truth, in order to protect the supernaturals on his part. Still, he was beginning to enjoy this, if even slightly. And that he'd never admit that. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by eloise on Jan 4, 2011 3:13:44 GMT
As unsure of Christian as Ellie was, she was actually enjoying talking to him. He made her think about what he said and how she wanted to respond to it. Typically, it was easy to have a conversation, if not somewhat boring, with most of Ellie’s peers. They practically set themselves up for some sarcastic comment or rude remark. That was, if they even knew what she was talking about. Ellie had a tendency to complicate things or say something that required explaining. She usually got blank looks when that happened, if the person hadn’t already tried to escape the conversation a few sentences back. Not with Christian though. He was interesting, to say the least. “You didn’t look at what was on it, did you?” Ellie asked, genuinely worried though she kept it out of her voice. That didn’t mean it wasn’t apparent in her big brown eyes. When she said it like that, it sounded as if there was some big secret on the drive but it wasn’t all that exciting. “And if you were really all that concerned about returning my flash drive that I did indeed forget,” She was more than willing to own up to that fact because she had forgotten it. “You could’ve given it to Miss Potts and she would’ve made sure that it came safely back to me.” Take that logic. She found herself uncomfortable under Christian’s scrutinizing gaze and found herself fidgeting under it.
That devious look enhanced Christian’s handsomeness and Ellie found herself wondering if he could make a face that would make him seem unattractive. She was surprised to find that he just rolled with the punches, not getting offended of the fact that Ellie had both insulted his looks and intelligence. Guys her age, even though they were well on their way to becoming mature adults, still threw a hissy when you messed with their self-confidence. Anyone else would’ve instantly jumped to their own defense in an attempt to prove her wrong or go all quiet and give her the cold shoulder. Christian just continued the joke. “I guess I’ll have to try again later,” Ellie responded with a smile, swirling her mug in her hand, causing the liquid inside it to make a coffee whirlpool. She shrugged when Christian mentioned that you don’t typically choose your own stalker. He was right of course; if you were being stalked, you were stuck with what you got. “I was just describing my ideal stalker. I’d much rather have someone interesting than some sleaze.”
Christian might’ve thought that her dislike of her ugly name was a matter of opinion, but he had no idea why she was named that. It was possible that that could change his opinion, especially if he knew the connection to the she demon herself. “Of course I’ve glanced at other people’s screens. Curiosity is my middle name and fortunately it hasn’t killed me yet. It might help that I’m not a cat. If you must know the truth, I looked at your screen also.” Ellie scrunched her nose at the thought of someone actually wanting to return to here after moving away. She supposed it wasn’t such a bad place; she just had bad memories of it. The moment she got out of this town, she was never looking back.
The question of Ellie’s grade caught her off guard. She should’ve expected it; Christian seemed to enjoy playing twenty questions. It was a little strange, being asked so many questions about herself, and for a moment Ellie considered not answering. But again, the idea came to her that had Christian meant any harm, he would’ve done something by now. Unless he was insane, though that seemed highly unlikely. “Junior. And because you’ll probably ask my major, it’s archeology. I’ve been taking every class the college offers on Italian history though.” Ellie was about to ask Christian what he did, but happened to glance out the window before the words could leave her mouth. When had it gotten dark? Ellie had to walk home and while she had no curfew, she had wanted to get home before dark. There was just something about walking around alone when you couldn’t see as well that creeped her out. The young woman muttered a few choice words under her breath as she grabbed her coat and purse. Ellie dug around in her wallet, trying to find money to pay for her coffee and cinnamon bun.
“I’m sorry I have to leave like this. I didn’t realize the time.” Ellie stood up and stepped out of the booth, placing a twenty dollar bill at the edge of the table. “That should pay for your coffee too.” The brunette held up her flash drive and sent Christian a smile, signifying that her paying for his coffee was a thank you for returning it. It was the least she could do. With a final wave over her shoulder, Ellie was out the door and heading down the street.
She forgot how dark her walk home would be, forgot how many alleys and small walk ways she had to go through. It was ridiculously unsafe for a woman to walk home alone, away from the main streets. Yet, Ellie did it anyways. How else was she to get home? Besides, it wasn’t like this was New York City or Los Angeles. That didn’t mean that she shouldn’t worry, just that it was highly unlikely for something to happen. Even as Ellie thought that, she realized the mistake she was making. Two shadows had just stepped away from where they were leaning against a wall, heading towards her direction. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed that someone else had come up behind her. Ellie pulled her purse tighter to her body and held her head up high, continuing a confident walk and trying to not let herself have a nervous breakdown.
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Post by dream2 on Jan 4, 2011 3:57:49 GMT
karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • "Of course not! I may have my curious tendencies, but for some reason I didn't particularly like the thought of looking through your flash drive."
[/color] he wrinkled his nose, as if it had been a major catastrophe for him. The Immortal arched an eyebrow at her statement about having looked at his screen, and he chuckled softly. So then she knew he was a teacher's aid at the high school. For punks. Not really, there were some very good students there, like when he'd gone to school, high school as a senior once when he tried - there were always the few rotten apples in the bunch that seemed to taint the whole appearance. Tilting his head slightly, curiously, he heard her mention Miss Potts, and he exclaimed, acting offended, though his voice had a hint of humor to it, "Then I wouldn't have had a very good reason to approach you here, then would I have?"[/color] he grinned innocently, like a child who had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar. He gave her a short look at being called a sleaze, though nonetheless, Christian shrugged it off, letting her take the blows at him, not only was it amusing, he got to know more about her character that way. "Oh, that's true. As for the history, I concur with you about the Italy history, so much more....fascinating than American history."[/color] A pained expression fell on his features at the thought of having to have studied it - again. That was why he refused to take another major under his belt that would involve American History. It was always the same bloody thing. There were not enough words he knew to describe how he felt about it. Course when she spoke, and his eyes followed hers outside, noticing it was dark out, a look of surprise fell on his features at how the time seemed to have flown by. Then she stood up and paid for her stuff and his coffee. Giving her an indignant look, he sighed and nodded, waving to her politely, "Don't you worry about it. The time did fly, didn't it?"[/color] he grinned coyly, allowing her to fully leave the diner, before swapping her twenty and placing it in his pocket. Standing up, he produced his own wallet, paid for their stuff and then left the waitress a pretty nice tip - in a silent thanks for bringing him his coffee when he had moved. "Have a good night."[/color] he stated calmly, as he reentered outside into the real world. Sighing softly, his eyes lifted up silently to look around, and turn down a side street, deciding to take a short cut to get back to his place. His eyes fell down slightly as he checked for his keys and such in his pockets, ears on the look out for anything weird. He didn't worry about getting attacked, most people preferred women, or men who were probably shorter than him. Raising his head, giving off his air of confidence, the male then suddenly noticed something going on on his left. Sighing softly, he noticed three auras, three of them darker than the other. Panic streaked through him, and he groaned. It was Ellie. Swearing in German, the Immortal headed towards where the three shapes had begun to close in on her. Pulling his hands from his pockets, one clenched into a fist, as the male approached the guy behind her, who had a menacing-looking knife. Growling under his breath, he snarled, aiming for only the guy he was behind to hear, painting his words with hard ice and malice, wanting him to freak, "You picked the wrong girl, buddy."[/color] Christian then lunged without realizing the guy had managed to try and pierce his stomach with the knife. Slamming a fist into the guy's jaw, Christian then noticed the broken knife land on the concrete. Still in the shadows, he dragged the unconscious man aside, and laid another kick into the man's stomach, and patted his head, "There you go, sleep tight."[/color] As the two figures approached Ellie, Christian snarled, coming up to her side, and an arm coiled around her waist, tossing her behind him, as he held up an arm in front of her, as extra protection between her and the two men, one of which had a nasty-looking gun. Christian shoved Ellie back, not wanting her to get hurt, just a scratch if he could help it, "Stay back Ellie."[/color] At this point, he didn't care about anything, besides protecting Ellie. There was a bloody gun, and God only knew what they'd do with her. He chuckled, and spoke, "You know, before they coated bullets with the metal they do not, it was always painted with some gunpowder, when it hit you, well....you anyway, it always burned like hell."[/color] The two guys lunged, and Christian dodged them, swinging aside as he drew them away from Ellie, suddenly hearing a shot ring out, and a bullet hit his arm, hit off and fall to the ground. He raised his eyes, his gaze landing on the two guys, and chuckled, waving his arm, before the one without the gun lunged and he drove a well-aimed fist into the guy's gut, causing him to wheeze, and Christian to grab onto his shirt collar and toss him into nearby trash bags. Approaching the gun-wielding one, he checked on Ellie to make sure she was all right at least, as he then felt a bullet smack into his head. Good shot, though it didn't hurt him. Following the guy's gaze down with the bullet, he checked his hair, acting vain, before then shoving the guy away, and aiming a kick to the guy, thankful for his decades of martial arts and karate. Driving a smack to the guy's ears, then knocking him out, Christian inhaled slowly, eying the bullets and the knife, plucking them up and tossing the broken knife into a dumpster as well, before returning near Ellie, though remaining a decent amount of space from her, just in case, "Ellie....are you okay?"[/color] he demanded, wanting to know she hadn't been hurt, which he knew she should have hopefully been. He could feel the surprise roll off her in waves, he should have died, but he was right there, having protected her. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by eloise on Jan 4, 2011 5:33:03 GMT
Thank God for men who decided to be respectful, especially in this day and age. He might’ve had her flash drive this whole time, but at least he had the decency to not look at what was actually on it. Had the situation been reversed, Ellie definitely would’ve looked at the files on it; that was just how she was. Ellie found herself smiling at the comment that, had Christian not kept the flash drive, he wouldn’t have had an excuse to talk to her again. It was slightly flattering to hear, though Ellie wouldn’t let the comment get to her head. “I’m sure you would’ve found some reason or another to come over here, with or without the flash drive.” He seemed to be the type of guy who’d do that. She laughed at Christian’s comment of Italian history being more interesting than American history. It really was, having a head start over American history with its roots deep in ancient culture. As Ellie left, she found herself wishing that she would’ve given Christian her number or something. It would’ve looked desperate, but Ellie decided she wouldn’t mind seeing him again. What was done was though.
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As Ellie got closer to the guys in front of her and heard the foot steps behind her get louder, she tried to remember her self-defense. She had taken so many classes in it, practiced it so she’d know exactly what to do had she ever the need to use it. If she planned on living on her own in a big city like Rome, she’d need to know how to take care of herself. Unfortunately, practicing and actually being in the situation were two totally different things. Ellie wasn’t blanking on what she needed to do, per se, but was trying to match this to a circumstance she knew. There had never been anything like this, being trapped in an alley with three separate guys, one with a weapon – because Ellie had caught sight of the gun. Mostly because Ellie had disregarded rule number one; don’t make stupid choices. You were never supposed to enter a shady alley, especially alone. Still, Ellie pushed her panic to the back of her mind, trying to assess the situation. She was unsure of what the guy behind her looked like, only getting a brief glance of him. Of the two in front of her, the one with the gun was the bigger guy. Logically, it’d be best to try to take him out first. Maybe she could even the odds a tiny bit if she had a gun, though lord knew she couldn’t even begin to aim one. However, with the dim lighting, Ellie might be able to bluff and say that she knew how to use a gun. It was her best shot. Ellie was preparing herself to make her move when Christian was suddenly beside her, arm around waist and pushing her out of the way.
Where the hell had he come from? She asked him something similar, throwing in a word or two that weren’t necessarily appropriate for a lady to say. The young woman found it hard to listen to Christian’s order of her staying out of the way, feeling as though she needed to help him somehow. He couldn’t just take on three guys. That was when Ellie turned to try to find the man who had been behind her, only to realize that he had disappeared. The only thing left was a broken knife on the ground. She startled when the gun shot echoed and turned on her heels. Christian was unhurt it seemed and Ellie guessed that the bullet must’ve missed him, though it seemed unlikely considering the short distance between the attacker and Christian. She was just glad that he wasn’t hurt; Ellie would never forgive herself if he had gotten injured trying to save her stupid ass. Speaking of, Christian turned to look at her, his attention distracted from the man with the gun. Ellie’s mouth opened in wordless shock, trying to warn Christian that he was going to shoot. It was too late, the bang from the gun ringing in the alley before she could even begin to form the words. She felt as though everything was in slow motion, seeing the bullet aimed for Christian’s head and waiting for the impact. Yet, it bounced off his head, leaving him unharmed. Christian even went as far as fixing his hair before going after the final attacker. That wasn’t possible. Bullets didn’t just bounce off of people. Christian wasn’t flipping Superman. But he was still here, alive and breathing. She knew what she saw; there was no way she had imagined it, yet it seemed like the only explanation.
Ellie found herself shaking, actual head to toe shaking. She silently watched as Christian cleaned up the bullets – the one that had been shot earlier miraculously on the ground close to the other – and the broken knife that she had spotted earlier. The brunette wasn’t even sure she could form words, for once in her life being shocked into complete and utter silence. There wasn’t one point in her life where she could remember being lost for words. First time for everything. Then Christian asked if she was all right, and her power of speech came flooding back. Ellie slowly backed away from him, increasing the space that was already between the two. She kept moving back until she felt rough wall against the smooth skin of her hands and leaned all her weight on to the wall. How was he expecting her to respond to that? “I’m peachy. Flipping peachy.” It seemed as though her sarcasm still worked, though its full effect was marred by the fear she couldn’t keep out of her voice. Putting one hand out in front of her, Ellie continued by adding, “Stay away from me.” The shaking was getting to be too much for Ellie and she felt as though her legs could no longer support her own weight. Ellie slid down the wall, keeping her back pressed against it the whole time. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had been this scared. “What the hell are you?” The college student spat the words out, terror and ice lacing the words. “Don’t lie to me either. I know you got hit with that bullet and it bounced off you. Bounced. Off. Not only is that not normal, but its not even possible!” Ellie’s mind was having a problem trying to piece the whole thing together, the illogical information that had been presented to her completely shut down any thinking process before it began.
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Post by dream2 on Jan 4, 2011 21:07:37 GMT
karma police, arrest this manHE TALKS IN MATHS.HE BUZZES LIKE A FRIDGE.HE'S LIKE A DE-TUNED RADIO.• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • A tentative look fell over his features, as Christian then noticed Ellie's features, as he casually grabbed the three men, dragging them together, before tying one's jacket around their three wrists - tightly. Keeping them together. Nodding once down to the unconscious attackers, or attackees he should say, he officially turned back to Ellie and took a few steps towards her, though ever so carefully. A begging look fell into his eyes, even though Christian would never admit that. The Immortal paused slightly, as she spoke, her sarcasm leaking into her voice. Sighing softly when she slouched against the wall quite heavily, and then raise a hand, as if to keep him away, he stopped, and froze in place, watching her. Was she going into shock? Scanning over his body, just in case he had started bleeding for some reason, when he figured he wasn't, he looked to her silently. It had to have been the first time she'd ever seen anything like this. Even if she was human, Christian understood, with the massive amount of people on the earth today, it was amazing how anyone seemed to know anyone cross the oceans when there were so many people right there in their own country for them. Then, a string of words that cut right through him, which he hadn't thought possible, "stay away from me." He silently scoffed, though gave her a look that read, "I'm not till I know I'm safe and you're safe." Meaning her physically safe, and his secret of what he was safe. That he just hoped she figured out on her own - which she probably would anyway. Ellie was smart, and she wasn't like the other girls who dumbed themselves down just to get a guy's attention.
For some reason, when other people asked him what he was, back centuries ago and such, it didn't sting when they demanded it. When Ellie did, it felt like a bee sting, or the sting when he'd been cut by the sword when he was a child, giving him the slight scar on his left cheek. Falling silent, he opened his mouth to answer, just when she said for him not to lie to her. Taking a few more steps towards her, since she was on the ground now, both his hands out and at his sides, not wanting to freak Ellie out and think he too had a weapon, the male spoke softly, "It's quite possible Ellie..."
[/color] In the world of the supernatural. Crouching down, though out of her arm's length, just in case she tried to swing at him, he kept a hand out, just in case she should try and kick him somewhere. The Immortal looked around the ground, before finding a broken bottle. He lifted it up to his arm, and allowed it to smash on his forearm. No blood came, he tossed the remains of it aside, and spoke, "I won't ever lie to you Ellie...you don't deserve it."[/color] he paused, and continued, "I'm what you and others call...an Immortal."[/color] He could see the fear in her eyes, but also her aura, spiraling yellow. Tilting his head slightly, his eyes locking onto her multi-hued aura, the Immortal focused his attention back on her, seeing she was still trembling. "I'm still the same guy as before Ellie."[/color] he reminded her. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair, before looking to her, "A thing of what I am Ellie is that...I..can't be hurt by guns, or fire...including time."[/color] That he hinted at, wondering if she would get it. She would most likely. After all, like mentioned before, she was quite sharp. Tilting his head softly, Christian looked to her silently, before glancing back to the men swiftly, making sure Ellie wouldn't try something, before his gaze rested on her once more. Glad she didn't seem to be going into shock, his head sagged slightly, he'd prefer not to overwhelm her with what else he could see and hear, at least not right now. Straightening his frame, Christian then paused, before holding out his hand, offering it to Ellie, giving her a soft look, "I don't bite, I don't want you to get sick on yourself from the ground."[/color] He checked her for blood once more. Once he was positive she was physically fine, he remained near her, though not too near, not wanting to take a hit, though in the end it'd most likely end up hurting her - which was why he stayed back. He'd protected Ellie, and he would do it again in a heart-beat. [/sup][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by eloise on Jan 5, 2011 2:37:04 GMT
Ellie caught the hesitant look Christian gave her. She glanced down the alley in the direction she had been previously heading towards and though about making a run for it. This was all too weird, too much for her confused mind to try to work out. That had just been wishful thinking; it’d be impossible for Ellie to get away, even if she wanted to. First of all, Christian was in the way. She’d have to squeeze around him and in such a tight space, the feat was impossible. Besides, her legs wouldn’t carry her all that way right now and not at a high speed. It’d seem that the girl was stuck here with Christian. Ellie stared up into his eyes as he walked back to where she was sitting on the ground of the alley. The cement felt good, made her feel grounded to something when everything else was so uncertain. She saw the pleading look, as short as it was and had to look away. That was the type of look that slowly killed her inside; one that made her want to comfort whoever gave it. Ellie was only able to look at Christian again when she heard him scoff, mostly because she figured the look would be gone.
As the young man took a couple of steps forward, Ellie found herself sitting up straighter. She might’ve had a small breakdown earlier, but refused to act weak anymore. The brunette was being stupid, foolish, and overdramatic – three adjectives that rarely described her. And they wouldn’t for much longer, if she had any say in the matter. Keeping a clear head was the key here. Still, she watched him warily, almost as if she wasn’t sure what he’d do. This whole thing was ridiculous and Ellie could realize that if she was able to just step back from the situation for a moment or two and get a good look at things. Christian wasn’t trying to hurt her. Hell, he had saved her and it was highly unlikely he’d go through such trouble if his intent was to cause her harm. She glared at Christian as he crouched down to her level, but didn’t move. It was obvious from his distance and stance that he was expecting something to happen. Her eyes followed the broken bottle closely, watching Christian’s movements and trying to figure out his next move. She wasn’t expecting him to smash it on his own arm until the last second. Ellie reached out to stop him. Her hand landed on perfectly smooth skin. You wouldn’t even know that a bottle had been smashed on it had you not witnessed it. She drew her hand back as if Christian’s arm had burned her, wrapping both arms around her own waist.
A billion questions swirled through her mind, along with a thousand retorts that she could use. Ellie didn’t voice a single one. The word “immortal” repeated through her mind as she examined the concept in her head. Immortal, as in doesn’t die, a state that many had wished for but none achieved. No one was meant to live forever. She still felt like she was in a dream-like state. What she had seen was impossible even though Christian had denied that fact. Either he was tripping or she needed more sleep. But he wasn’t lying, that much Ellie accepted. Christian didn’t seem like someone to go back on his word and if he said he wasn’t going to lie to her, then he wouldn’t. All that meant in the grand scheme of things was that Christian truly believed in what he was saying to her. Maybe they were both insane.
Ellie couldn’t help but let out a short laugh that held no humor at the statement that Christian was the same person. “I’m sure you’re still the same guy. Too bad I don’t even know you.” It was said with more of a bite than Ellie had meant it to, yet this was true. Ellie didn’t know him, not really. He was a teacher’s aide at a high school, had lived here when he was young, and could be very persistent if he wanted to. That was all she knew about him. Not even his last name could be added to her limited collection of knowledge on him. Ellie had this sinking feeling that she was treading a very slippery slope and was slowly sliding into something, getting way over her head. Because if, by some miracle, what Christian was saying was true – that he couldn’t be killed and didn’t age – then she had stumbled upon something big.
Christian offered Ellie a hand, one that she stared at as if it had snake heads instead of fingers. Ellie stood up on her own, feeling slightly unsteady but not completely unstable. She was sure she could walk. The young woman dusted off her jeans, straightened her shirt, and held her purse in a normal fashion. “Thank you, for the second time today,” Ellie said in a voice that was void of emotion. It wasn’t that she wasn’t feeling anything; she was feeling too much to even begin to properly express it. “But I think I can take it from here.” She brushed past Christian, fully intending to walk home.
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