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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 11, 2010 21:32:36 GMT -5
 Watch out who you fuckin' with,
Watch out who you fuckin' with ♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦Christopher had been watching a witch for a few days now. Hunting her like she was his prey. He'd come across her by coincidence, he saw her place a vial of some sort of potion in her bag. Now, Chris is the kind that if he saw something, or someone put strange vials in their bag he had to find out what it was, and so; he did. He followed her everywhere she went, and where she was at this time was in the park. Chris was prowled in a tree, watching her. Ready to make his move. "Come on... come on..." Chris muttered quietly to himself, the witch seemed at unease; as if she was expecting something. Oh, if she only knew.
Chris then held out his hands as if he was holding a crossbow, and soon enough a crossbow formed from black smoke. "Gotcha." he uttered, firing off the trigger of his crossbow.
The arrow soared through the air, slamming into her back. A shrill scream was heard and Chris jumped from the tree, the crossbow fading from his hands. As per usual, Christopher was wearing his long-coated dark attire, with black-tinted shades to complete the outfit. Blood was forming in a puddle behind her and Chris stayed quite far, staring at her; a sadistic grin spread across his face. "And I thought you were expecting that." Christopher said to himself, only to be responded with a whisper just as sick; "I was." the witch said, it seemed she was a cloner, with precognition. Chris grinned and conjured his crossbow once more. He wasn't going to let her win.
In one swift movement, Chris span round and slammed the crossbow into her head, so it was aimed at her head. "Die, bitch." he said, as he fired off the trigger. Blood splattered everywhere, and the body of the witch dropped to the floor and like before, the crossbow faded. Chris merely strolled through the park, leaving the dead body on the floor.
The quick five minute fun was over, Chris needed something else to do... Something else to entertain him.
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Post by Anna Halliwell on Mar 11, 2010 21:50:44 GMT -5
Anna had gone to the park out of pure boredom. She was in need of inspiration for another painting she had planned to do outside of her school work. She had painted a lot in the past week and now it seems as though the ideas she had were put on the canvas. She figured that a stroll through the park, maybe sitting down and relaxing would make another idea come to her. Anna wanted to impress her professor at college with whatever idea came to her head next. Now she only had to think about it, and she could do so. That was her motive in art.
She had gone far into the park and was most likely on her second or third lap around it all, still having no idea come to her. She wondered how long it would take before something did. It could be hours or minutes, depending on what or who she saw. With a small sigh, Anna put her head down as she walked on the path for a moment only until something had caught her eye. It seemed to be black. She looked up toward where she first saw it and found a guy there. She knew that she had found her inspiration now that she saw his face.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 11, 2010 22:13:43 GMT -5
Maybe it's the start,
the start of something new
Maybe it's the end,
the end of something old♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ Chris continued to walk aimlessly down the pathway of the park, taking in nothing; but looking at everything. The glare from the sun was stopped onto his eyes because of his shades, which was good for what he saw next was a pivetal point in Chris' life as we see it. He saw a human-like figure further down the pathway, that seemed to be looking at him. "Hmmm... Either she's looking at me, or I'm seeing things." Chris thought to himself, walking toward the figure.
He stopped when he was a mere two foot from the female, she looked stunning from where he was stood; beautiful. Maybe even moreso than his charge, Lyssia. "Err... Can I help you?" Chris asked, his voice was softer than it usually was, calmer. "Or should I be asking why are you staring at me?" he continued, his second remark was stern.
Chris' head then turned to a nearby bench, and he walked over to it and sat down. His gaze was drawn upon the female, drawn upon her person. He was awe-inspired, to say the least. Chris kept his shades on, and outstretches his legs, his arms across the bench; so as to sprawl himself out along it. "Now, either you can sit... or you can stay standing." Chris said, making her obvious choice... even more obvious. He then gestured his head toward the spare space on the bench by tilting his head in the direction of the spare seat.
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Post by Anna Halliwell on Mar 11, 2010 22:34:46 GMT -5
Anna had been spotted by the guy she was looking at, only to quickly look down at the ground again, her movement being too late. By the time she looked up again, he had gotten closer to her and asked her something. "It's only because you stood out for me." She said to him honestly. She could never really lie and so telling the truth to him now would be better than laughing as she told him the lie. She always had to be honest with people and since their attention was on each other, she started to feel what he did. He really did like her appearance as it seemed.
Anna had walked over to the bench, stopping three feet in front of it. He had taken up most of the space there but there was still some left. Her feet were now starting to throb from all the walking she had done. Her shoes weren't helping her all that much though they were much better than flip flops. If she was wearing those, she could of said goodbye to her big toe. Without another thought, she decided to sit down, and did so in the space he had left for her. "So what brings you in the park at this time?" Simple start to a conversation she had hoped would work.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 12, 2010 14:04:23 GMT -5
My heartbeat stumbles,
as my backbone crumbles♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦♦ "It's only because you stood out for me." The female said, answering Chris' second question. Chris merely raised his eyebrow and looked to her.
Chris then insinuated that she should sit down, and she took the 'advise', and sat. As she did so, Chris moved up on the bench, to give her more room. It was silent for around a minute, however, the silence was broke when the female spoke again; "So what brings you in the park at this time?" What a question, of all questions she had to ask that. The tone of her voice suggested she had a good heart, a good soul. So, Christopher decided to lie. He was good at that. "Just walking... and you?" he asked, turning to the girl. After which, he took off his shades to reveal his deep blue eyes, sliding his shades into one of his jacket pockets.
"Oh, my names Chris. Christopher Myers." he used his real name because chances are, she wouldn't have known who he was. He hadn't shown himself to be much of a threat, yet. "Yours is...." Chris continued to speak, dragging the two words out, as if to imply she should finish the sentence.
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Post by Anna Halliwell on Mar 12, 2010 15:37:22 GMT -5
Anna looked over at him as he gave her some more room on the bench. "Same here. I'm trying to get some inspiration for a painting I plan to do soon. And so to find some, I thought walking in the park would be a good way to get some." And she had found what she was looking for. His appearance gave her the inspiration she needed for the painting that she wanted to someday show the whole world. She saw his blue eyes through everything on his face and smiled a bit. Her finding him as inspiration was definitely worth walking through the park so many times.
"Anna Halliwell." She finished for him with a smile on her face still. How could she of forgotten her manners? She was raised well by her parents but yet she hadn't remembered to introduce herself to him. Anna thought that she may had met him before but it could of only been a weird feeling that she got at times.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 12, 2010 22:20:37 GMT -5
"Same here. I'm trying to get some inspiration for a painting I plan to do soon. And so to find some, I thought walking in the park would be a good way to get some." She said, Chris noticed her gaze which was looked toward Christopher's eyes. Then he noticed her smile, this only made Christopher smile.
"Anna Halliwell." She said with a smile. There was no reason as to why she'd be smiling... he hadn't done anything to make her smile, surely? Christopher wanted to know why. "Why're you smiling..." he asked, before tilting his head slightly, keeping his gaze unto her. "I doubt I'm really something to smile at." Christopher said, only to give her reason to ask the exact same question; he smiled back at her.
The whole scene, the whole moment was calming, soothing. It was nice to be calm for a change... Although, Christopher still preferred his way of 'calm'. But for the time being, he was going to allow himself to remain in this state of euphoria, so to speak. It was nice to be talking normally to someone.
The only bad thing about the whole scene was that she was a Halliwell, a bloodline that was renowned for their power... However, Chris didn't let this get the better of himself. He decided to keep his urges at bay.
[OOC: Sorry I didn't format the post, I'm too tired. EDIT: Increased post length.]
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Post by Anna Halliwell on Mar 14, 2010 22:12:10 GMT -5
Anna shrugged her shoulders a bit. She wasn't going to tell him that he was the reason that she now had a painting in mind. Maybe if they knew each other better, she would but since they weren't, he was going to have to suffer by not knowing. She could only hope that it wouldn't bother him that much. "Oh nothing really." She said while trying to hide her smile now. After a short moment, her face just had a friendly look upon itself that is until he smiled. "Why are you smiling now?" She asked him while turning her head to the side. "Do you now because of me?" Anna could feel something about his emotions. There seemed to be a bit of ill will there but not enough to really make her wonder why. It could of simply be because something bad had happen to him earlier in life. Him keeping those emotions for himself was better for Anna right now. Though it was only inspiring her more with the emotions she could feel that were coming from him. Her painting was going to be a bit darker than what she usually did, but it was going to be worth it if her teacher at school liked it.
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Post by Christopher Myers on Mar 27, 2010 20:00:30 GMT -5
"Oh nothing really." She said whilst trying to hide her smile. Christopher clicked on, and merely let out a smug grin, and responded by saying "Heh, okay." in a smug tone. Then, she just had a blank, friendly look onto his face... At least, she did. It soon changed when Christopher let out a light smile, she asked him a question; "Why are you smiling now?" She asked, turning her head to the side. Christopher didn't answer, only stared at her. Their eyes met. "Do you now because of me?" She asked.
Her gaze was beautiful, it looked as if she was reading him; he kept his gaze to her, and merely answered her question with another question. "Why? Did you smile because of me?" he asked. He asked it in such a manner that he was also telling her he wasn't going to answer her question until she answered his.
Chris crossed his legs and looked outward; furthermore into the park.
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