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Post by Caoimhe Fianna Foley on Feb 3, 2013 2:00:05 GMT -5
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hold me and feel my heart beat A small smile curved onto little Nessa’s lips as she buried her nose in a book as always. Well, she had taken her brother’s suggestion and gotten out of the apartment at least? And for a while the tiny redhead hadn’t really done anything. She simply just kept walking, wandering. She always got like that when she left the house unless she had a clear destination in mind and forced herself to stick to it. And even then she could be found to wander from time to time. It was a problem, she wasn’t sure why she did that but she just enjoyed exploring.
She had lived in this town her whole life after all. And as always she got a slight twinge when she thought that but it passed some and she didn’t realize where it had even come from! Why would that thought set off her affinity when she knew for sure that she had. That was what everyone had told her. She nodded slightly to herself. It had to be something else. Maybe the fact that this hadn’t always been this town. Yes. That made plenty of sense to her and she passed it off as that. As she always had.
Anyway. At her brother’s suggestion, this morning she had changed out of her pajamas and into a russet red shirt that read “no lies, only love” a pair of jeans and as always the green pendant jewelry that she never took off, had never took off as long as she could remember. Not that she was wearing it in any early pictures of herself so she wasn’t sure where this confidence that she had never taken it off came from but she just let it go. She had been told many a time that the amnesia would do that, lead to confusing thoughts that might not make sense.
And she had tossed her sidebag over her shoulder and left the apartment, tucking her phone into one pocket and her keys into the other. The moment she stepped out her wild red hair was whipped about by the wind and she smiled softly as she pushed it back, out of her face. The air was chilly, and it had that bite that promised snow in the future. She smiles a little. She enjoyed the snow. She liked when everything was green more, but if it was going to be cold, she enjoyed that it would snow as well. It seemed like an even trade off.
She didn’t mind the bite to the air, instead she just started to walk, big blue eyes taking in the same sights she had seen most of her life. She didn’t mind the similarity, she was happy to wander about, taking a different route each time and seeing where she would end up. As long as she didn’t leave town she was pretty good. Everyone was always a worrywart about her. Always worried she would have another fit and end up in another coma, she supposed.
But things had gotten more lax since it had become just her and her brother, and she found herself given to these urges more and more and there was nothing wrong with that in her books. She enjoyed these wandering fits. Even if she would snap back out of it and have no idea where she was. A soft smile graced her lips once more as she thought that, nothing big and boisterous, just a little smile that showed she was happy. That was all. That was always all she showed, the fainting flower that she tended to be.
Her wandering feet eventually led her to Memorial Park, it tended to when she wasn’t paying attention. Something about those rolling hills was just wonderful to her and she always found herself at peace here. Most knew to look here by default if she couldn’t be found elsewhere, if they knew her well enough that is. Not a lot of people did though, Nessa kept to herself. Both as a product of her illness and the way she had always been shut in and as a product of her own personality being so shy.
Anyway, the park was quiet today, because of the fact that it seemed like it was going to snow, she thought. That seemed most likely. Silly people, not willing to venture out. Even when vampires were so much more durable and able to take the cold. It was a shame to miss this sort of weather, shame to miss the odd truce mother nature seemed to have when it was holding it’s breath before the snow came down and covered the ground in frost.
She blinked at her own thoughts. She was waxing poetic today, wasn’t she?
Her thoughts became distracted again, as they often did…a byproduct of amnesia and too much hypnosis to be fully honest, it meant she often found herself a tad distracted. This time it was both because of the music that came onto her player and thus to her ears as well as the fact that she had reached the fountain at the center of the Park, one of her favorite places to end up. She closed her eyes and felt the music, something she knew how to do even though she had never done any sort of performing as far as she knew.
Give me love, like her
‘cause lately I’ve been waking up alone
She smiled and fell into an odd little waltz for a moment, around the fountain, her eyes closed. She adored this song. Nessa had a fascination with love even though she was twenty one and never even been kissed. She just wanted it to be right, that was all. And this song was so beautiful, and so sad at the same time that it made her get so caught up in it. She opened her eyes and hopped up onto the fountain rim, with an easy balance that she never understood why she had if she had spent all her life in bed as everyone claimed she had.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a worn, well loved book. She flipped to the page that she was in and dove into where she had left off. Right at the fun part, right where the balance was being tipped from the building action to the climax. The music in her ears, and the book in front of her, the distracted red head began taking steps around the fountain, glancing up from time to time to simply make sure she wasn’t being watched. She hated that sort of thing, too shy and it made her so nervous unless she was at her job.
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Post by aylasartore on Feb 18, 2013 19:22:09 GMT -5
Outfit
Notes: It’s not the longest, but I didn’t want to start off my RP career on here with a post that contained a ridiculous amount of “filler”.
We’re painted red, to fit right in…
Ayla stepped into the cold of the winter day, eyes towards the sky. Her teeth came together with an audible click, lungs sucking in their helping of the frost. She could feel the cold air chilling her teeth to their very core. This was one sensation she had never grown accustomed to; perhaps it was the Mediterranean blood in her veins – she had pondered the possibility countless times. Her steel eyes caught a straying ray of the morning sun, sparkling like quicksilver in the light. Dark lashes and a halo of eyeliner circled the pools of mercury, giving them a position of prominence on her face. The rest of her facial features were encircled in a frame of dark, idly waving tresses. One could see a hint of red dangling amongst the locks, the feather earrings she had decided to place inside of her ears this morning.
She began towards the park, having already decided that there is where she wanted to spend her day off from the stables. It seemed strange to her; the more time she spent in this place, the more her body yearned for pure, untamed, primal nature. Memorial Park was the closest, safest option apparently, so that’s where she was headed. She seemed to tower over the other pedestrians, or maybe it was a residual feeling from being new to this area. Although, Ayla was no short woman; at her base height she stood at five ten, and with the added support from her shoes she was well over six feet tall. She was dressed in red and black – a weird combination in her opinion, but one that was simply begging to be worn this morning.
She had a specific smell about her this morning as well, a perfume she rarely used due to its price. It was a wild mixture of a rose base, pepper, peony, lily, and ylang-ylang. What really topped this scent off and created the fragrant aroma was a soft combination of nutmeg, blackberry, and currant. It worked together to create a scent that mesmerized, if not completely enchanted the sense of smell.
She finally reached the park and paused to take in the view before proceeding further. It was a veritable fairyland in the heart of monstrosity. Monsters; is that what the people had become? Blood thirsty fiends who cared for nothing else but their own sick and perverted fantasies – their pets and their hierarchies, their cars and their houses... No – Ayla didn’t believe this to be the truth. There was an inherent goodness there; sure, many people had picked up strange habits and troubling fetishes, but a large majority of the population had remained the same… The majority was like Ayla, normal – as far as normal went in this new world.
She looked down at her wrist, examining the fine lines of the nautical star which had been tattooed into her flesh. Something so simple, yet so much trouble… The new rate at which this new race healed made this particular tattoo a bothersome experience. The artist at the time was a human, baffled by the fact that the parts he had started on were in the process of healing before he was even finished with the whole. That was over thirty years ago… Thirty years, and she was still the same as at that moment. Forever young – she had to admit, that was a major perk of the transformation.
Ayla was at the fountain now, peering down into the water. It was cold, that much was evident from the small bits of ice floating on the surface of the liquid. She became lost for a moment, captivated by the movement of the water and the soothing sound of the fountain itself. Because of this she failed to notice the other person at the fountain; a smaller woman, dancing on the edge, playing with probability; balanced cusp upon the edge of falling into the water and remaining dry. Ayla moved closer to the dancer, seating herself on the fountain to watch while remaining quiet as to not disturb the revelry. A smile found its way to her features; whoever this girl was, she was exceptionally graceful, even for a vampire. The movements invited one in, begging the soul to come and investigate; that was exactly what Ayla intended – she needed some friends, and one who appreciated life on this level did not seem like a bad choice. "Hello?"
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Post by Caoimhe Fianna Foley on Feb 19, 2013 19:13:20 GMT -5
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hold me and feel my heart beat Nessa had always been far too good at balancing for a girl who was supposed to have been deathly ill for the first twelve years of her life. She was good at a few things that no one had any explanations for but Nessa didn’t question, because she had never questioned her parents. Never. She had just never seen any reason to. She simply nodded and tried not to think too hard about it. At any rate, she was graceful for the balance, for the odd love of horses, for the other silly things that came so naturally to her.
She figured it was her body’s way of making up for keeping her locked up inside for so many years. It’s way of saying sorry for all the hospital visits and the months locked to a bed because her parents were afraid she would suddenly pass out, have another fit, get locked in another coma for months on end with no explanation. Not that she remembered any of this of course, anything from before the age of twelve was lost to her, and after nine years Dr. Greene suspected that it would always be lost to her even if he did make her come in once a week anyway.
But that was besides the point. The point was that she was currently using this silly grace and balance that had come out of nowhere to be able to balance on the thin lip of the fountain and walk around it, again and again. Her face was buried in a book, but she looked up from time to time in order to make sure that she wasn’t being watched or something like that. For all that Nessa was a waitress, one that was usually looked for by hungry diners, she hated to be watched, it made her nervous.
Weird for a former circus performer but she didn’t know that she was. That was a whole different long story.
But for the most part, her senses were dulled and distracted by other things. She had one of her favorite songs, now set to repeat once it had chanced to come up on her iPod, playing in her ears through the big lime green headphones that nestled, perhaps dangerously with how wild it was, in her unruly red curls. And her eyes were focused on her book. She was even murmuring along with the words, so that took out yet another of the little red-heads senses.
It was her brother’s fault really. He had told her to get out of the house and stop just sitting around reading. SO now she was out at Memorial Park reading. She chuckled softly to herself. That would just serve him right if he could see her now, entirely doing what he didn’t want but what he did want at the same time. She did as she pleased, though she was a good girl she had a bit of a stubborn streak to her. One she’d always had.
Her walking only faltered slightly when the one scent that wasn’t distracted, her sense of smell, picked up something other than the sharp scent of the soon to change weather in the air. It was a lovely scent really, but it was quick for her to pick it up as perfume. She paused in this notice, and took another deeper breath, even as her feet still maneuvered her around the fountain and her book stayed open. Yes, most certainly that was perfume, which meant she wasn’t alone. Oh, oops. She turned just as red as her hair as soon as she noticed this and lowered her book to see someone sitting at the fountain. She looked up in time to see the woman mouth the word hello, a word she couldn’t hear thanks to her music.
She was shocked, but she didn’t falter. Nessa closed her book and stuffed it in her bag, and then turned off her music before gently disentangling her headphones from her wild locks. She smiled a bit sheepishly, and brushed her hair out of her face slightly even though she simply wanted to duck behind it instead. ”Hi. Sorry, was a bit…distracted” she said, sheepishly.
And then she hopped down off of the lip of the fountain, dusting off her jeans not because they were dirty but because she needed something to do with her hands for a moment to set herself to rights. Nessa was notoriously shy. The only time she was really out of that was when she was working at the restaurant. But this woman seemed familiar. She peeked over and tried to set it to rights. A small smile curved her lips, barely there.
There was another place she was often at home enough not to be shy, and that was around her horse at the stables. Which was exactly why this woman looked slightly familiar to Ness. ”I’ve seen you at the stables…right?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t wrong because then she would be even more bright red than she currently found herself to be.
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