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Post by w h i s p y r on Jun 9, 2011 0:15:16 GMT -5
 It was unsettling to have memories of this place of what it once was, and the womans heart raced. Standing in a slightly still graveled section of the campground, several sections of the ground now appeared like unhealthy and unkempt concrete to her. Strong grass sprouted in areas that had once been clean of it, and other sections had many little green leaves popping out. She shifted on her feet putting all her weight on her right side, hands inside her loose sweatshirt clenched a bit with her unease and cautious nature. Taking a slow deep breath she glanced around herself once again, and even if there was a bench not to far from her she didn't trust it's discolored and rotting smell to sit on it. Instead she walked a few paces towards the trees, and sat found a fairly large mossy covered boulder near the overrun campsite. Setting one foot up while the other dangled over the edge, she sat there with bangs loosely in her face watching and listening to the area around her. It was probably just how she was treated in her past, but she always thought it was better to be safe than sorry in the first place. And even with these enhanced senses she was still mindful, and careful, where ever she was because some people just weren't the same anymore. But she had several things on her mind at the time aside from keeping an eye out and every ear open to the smallest sound, and it all related to the people she considered a family. She needed to work on her behavior skills above it all so that she could deal with the merchants at those vendors sometime, because just being scary wasn't always enough for some people who had a gun at their side. It made her growl slightly as she brushed her hair back behind one ear, her hair was starting to grow back out and she didn't tie it up before she left causing her a slight discomfort. One hand shifted in her pockets, and came out to her backside, pulling off and showing a rather nice but old hunting knife she had hidden under the sweatshirt on her jeans. Rubbing her thumb along the side; it was her best friends in the past, and he gave it to her before he was taken away by those mad men in the hospital, she grimaced with distaste at the memory. But she shook her head slightly, thinking about using it to cut her hair again, lightly pushing the blade out of it's leather holster.
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Post by Monday on Jun 9, 2011 16:33:48 GMT -5
V I N C E
Vince, for the most part, was a level headed guy. He stuck to his guns and steered clear of trouble. Always taking extra precaution to survive, to live. That's why in situations like these he cant help wonder what went wrong.
Where the hell am i?
He wasn't lost, not necessarily no, he just didn't know where he was. Completely different. The young man struggled with a few branches that had fallen and blocked the path. After finally cleared some of the way he passed trough. He honestly had no idea what happened, one moment he's following a trail the next he trapped in the forest.
All hope wasn't lost, not yet, vivid purple eyes scanned the forest, trees, more trees, even more trees, a path, aha!
Smiling at his success he jogged towards the worn ground. The overgrown forest had done a good job in covering most of it but if he looked hard enough he could still make out the direction.
Worn boots stepped on the foliage and leaves, swatting the occasional insect every now and then, and if things couldn't get any better, he noticed a row of broken dirt benches up ahead.
He approached one of the benches eying carefully and after swiping it a few times with his hand he sat down,
and then it collapsed.
He let out a loud yelp of surprise and went tumbling down
The bench had broken through the middle, the flimsy pieces of wood falling of and leaving him sprawled on the ground, ungracefully. The young man winced as he tried to move his head, pain zapping trough him.
With a grunt he didn't move, even though his brain was screaming to move, it wasn't safe anymore, his body couldn't do the deed.
He let out a groan of pain, cursing loudly and hoping no one had seen his ridiculous fall.
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Thoughts
"Speaking"
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Post by w h i s p y r on Jun 9, 2011 23:14:12 GMT -5
Sarah's hand twitched, the knife doing just about the same, but her grip was so tight it barely moved out of her palm. She could hear movement all of a sudden, and a slight scowl arrived on her face. At first she was thinking it was one of the wild animals, one of those disgusting things that were carriers. It made a small shiver roll down the woman's spine at even the thought it might be one of those poor animals that were so unlucky to be carrying such a disease. But when she heard branches flicking back into place, and then jogging, she knew it had to be a person. It didn't sound like an animal. Though the woman was still on edge, and she looked briefly back in the direction that she came from she spotted movement and lowered herself a bit sliding off the boulder. People. God, especially since they didn't even smell like someone she knew, got her a bit annoyed but nervous all the same. Keeping hold of the knife she watched the young man actually sit on the bench, where as she rolled her eyes and sighed the moment it collapsed underneath him. Idiot, just a plain idiot. She muttered in thought, and slowly stood back up moving around the boulder into view, placing her hunting knife back under the back of her sweatshirt. But as much as she didn't want to even approach the stranger she strained herself to even muster the energy to do so, being so determined to not talk to people she didn't know. "Hey, numb-skull, what made you think it was safe to sit on?" She questioned, standing a good few feet away from him, hands inside her sweatshirt pockets. Watching him closely, she kept her guard up like she always did, and was partially glad she didn't cut her hair yet. Her hair was covering the so-called bad side of her face, and as much as it was bugging her into brushing it away she didn't. The woman shifted on her feet waiting for some sort of answer from him, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out with a faint sigh.
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Post by Monday on Jun 10, 2011 18:08:26 GMT -5
C O L E
Vince could hear the light footsteps even through his pounding headache. He cursed inwardly, no not because it could be someone dangerous like a vampire who would tear him to shreds and feast on his blood. No, he was more mortified by the fact someone had seen. Someone had witnessed his embarrassing fall, and even more embarrassing scream. The voice that proved his suspicions, however, caught him off guard.
The brown headed man craned his neck upwards, getting his first glimpse at the mysterious stranger who could very well be a serial killer, but that was just plain silly. So Vince did what he did best, he played it off.
"Jeez, someone woke up on the wrong side of the forest this morning." He laughed weakly and gripped the metal portion of the bench to lift himself up, clumsily kicking the debris in order to set himself free. The man brought a hand up to his head and winced, just as he suspected, blood. After a quick evaluation, it turned out to be a small scratch. Vince casually wiped it off with his sleeve, and stepped out of the broken bench, his feet successfully standing on the pavement.
He carefully reached into his front pocket taking out a pair of black tinted shades, after checking to make sure they hadn't broken from the fall, he slipped them on.
His purple eyes were his worst pet peeve, he hated them, and hated it even more when people commented on them, but that wasn't the only reason he wore the shades. They were extremely sensitive to the sun, to the point where he could go mildly blind if he exposed them too much.
"Sorry you had too see that miss" He put on his best charming grin.
"I can assure you I'm fine, you don't have to worry." He said, even though the woman probably couldn't care less.
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Thoughts
"Speaking"
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Post by w h i s p y r on Jun 10, 2011 23:01:52 GMT -5
Making a small snort sound, she rolled her eyes once again when he made the smarty pants in response to her. The woman didn't usually even ask if someone was alright, and that was pretty much proved here; even though certain people who knew her were trying to get her to open up and express herself a bit more. But she made it clear sometimes that it just wasn't going to end up happening. It was far too much of a bother to further express herself than how she already did. "You're the one on the ground, I might add." She commented before watching him shuffle around to get back on his feet. Still standing firmly where she had stopped, but not too worried about him since it was a man after all and they never want to seem weak or hurt around people. However, when he called her miss a growl escaped her throat, Sarah never liked being called that even if it was respectful to elders. "Boy, you have to be just a few years younger than me, and calling me miss is just ridiculous. I am not that old, for your information." Being nearly thirty the woman did not feel old, nor did she want to be considered it either. Shifting on her feet momentarily, before turning on her heel she started to walk back to where she had been sitting. "If you don't mind," the woman muttered and pulled her hair out of her face and over one shoulder revealing the scars but at this point she didn't care. "I need to consider if I should cut my hair back down or not." Sarah lightly spoke, still contemplating it because it was comfortable right now but at the same time extremely annoying when it was windy.
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Post by Monday on Jun 13, 2011 19:47:49 GMT -5
V I NC E
Vince raised his hands in the air, as if accepting his guilt.
"Ahh my bad, maybe you can help me out by telling me your name? So i wont make the mistake of calling you miss again. Oh, and im Vince by the way"
Vince watched her curiously, and even trailed behind her a bit, almost like a lost puppy. Even through the black tint of the shade's he could still make out the healed scar running down her face, and after more observation he noticed the ones on her shoulder as well.
An animal had to of caused that, there's no way a human could inflict that type of damage...unless
Her voice distracted the young man from his thoughts, and he looked at her oddly streaked hair.
"I think it could use a good trim" He noticed a few tangled piece's he assumed it was from the wind.
"If you'd like, i know a little something about hair cutting my self. After all who do you think takes care of this baby. " Vince ran a hand trough his nicely styled fauxhawk, messy but still good looking.
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Thoughts
"Speaking"
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Post by w h i s p y r on Jun 18, 2011 16:26:50 GMT -5
Sighing heavily, the woman didn't exactly feel like giving out her name but as much as she tried to resist but something inside urged her to. My name is Sarah, she told him as she glanced over her shoulder towards Vince. Inhaling deeply, she stopped walking away from him and turned fully into his direction. As much as it might need a trim, I've been convinced to just cut it down again. I don't really enjoy dealing with it long. Sarah mumbled, and realized it was true; however, whenever she turned out to shift on those fateful nights it just grew back out to this same length. It was so annoying. But sometimes she just had to live with it, because there was nothing she could do. Tossing her head back briefly, she made a groan, coming to terms with her own hair that needed it quite badly. A trim wouldn't kill me. She said, but at the same time a bit nervous to let anyone with a pair of scissors let alone a knife near her face or throat for that matter.
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Post by Monday on Jul 13, 2011 20:19:35 GMT -5
V I NC E
The man observed Sarah, and noticed her lack of wanting a trim. Taking a better look at it, he realized she had a point. She seemed like the type who travel's a lot or gets in a few rough tumbles now and then. Long hair would only get in her way, and while it would look gorgeous if styled, she probably would never have the chance to. "Actually, i think you need a full blown out hair cut." Vince let out his award winning smile, "I can definitely see you rocking short locks. Maybe a pixie cut or bob? What do you say?"
The man eagerly approached her, the concept of personal space lost on him as he slowly brought his hand up to her hair, making sure she wasn't startled by his movements. This woman was something else, the scars on her face proved she was a fighter, and Vince could only image the things she might be able to do to him. Even after the war Vince was always too trusting, to gullible, refusing to believe the world had turned people into monsters, and that might be what will kill him someday.
He ran his hand through her locks, it was tangled and rough as he predicted, but it didn't discourage him one bit. With his free hand he reached into his pocket warily and pulled out a comb, and held it towards her face. "May i?"
He preferred hair to be well groomed before cutting it, it made his job a lot easier.
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Thoughts
"Speaking"
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Post by w h i s p y r on Aug 4, 2011 16:41:46 GMT -5
I'm not all that familiar with hair styles... but as long as it doesn't make me look stupid. Sarah told him as she glanced behind her, at least as much as she could with just her eyes, and sighed faintly. Shifting a bit where she was, and still wary as ever, like the animal instincts inside that urged her to stay away from some stranger. Even if he was human. It just bothered her a bit to be that close to someone she barely new, and it would always put her on edge. Though when his hand went through her hair it caused a brief shudder to go through her, and it caused a bit of a quiet growl to grumble through her chest. But she swallowed it back, and tried to ignore the fact he just touched her without permission. Even if she wanted to do something horrible to him, she lightly clenched the knife she had. And took a deep breath, trying to ease herself, and when he asked if he could continue she sighed heavily. Eyes dropping slightly, though still incredibly suspicious and wary. If you must, she told him. Attempting to relax in her place, and bite lightly into her cheek with unease. Strangers, and people she might have just met don't account to people she can trust, rather people she gets suspicious around and want to destroy when they get on her nerves too much. But as much as her skills of controlling herself were little she still did her best to let this stranger do what he most obviously wanted to do.
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