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Post by celia on Sept 22, 2010 7:02:56 GMT -8
======================================= Celia had no idea where she was going, she was just going. She had another dream, but this time it seemed worse, she had woken up crying which she did sometimes, but not so much recently. Which is why she considered it worse, she had thought she was getting better. But the nightmares had been coming back and more intense each time. Celia sighed softly, shaking her head to clear it, only time she could really thing without being a smothered by her relitives was when she was out walking, or taking a ride on her motorcycle which is what she was doing now.
Her Uncle and Aunt didn't like her having the motorcycle, but it was the only thing she could do and actually enjoy it. So they didn't take it or ban her from getting one, she'd always been into them. Her father passed that hobbie down to his daughter, but really she loved how fast they went. The thrill as she'd speed up, she almost felt free from the nightmares when she was on the back of her bike, almost. But when she stopped, when she had to go home it all started over again.
She really didn't want to return home and have to face her Uncle and aunt, even though they ment well they were smothering her. She couldn't do anything without them glued to her or without them questioning, worrying if she was going to be alright. So Instead Celia headed towards town, she had skipped dinner so she was famished. She'd stop and get something to eat, maybe they'd be asleep when she returned home, though she doubted it. Celia pulled into the parkign lot of the Mystic grill. turning the key and pulling it out. Celia sat there for a minute just looking to see how many people were ehre, quiet a few, oh well she'd just eat and then leave. not like she knew anyone here anyhow, Celia avoided others as if they had a deisces, she was the loner and she liked it that way.
Celia swung her leg off of the bike and tossed the key into her pocket, pulling off her helemt as she went inside. tugging the helemt under one arm Celia moved toward the back of the room, sliding herself into a booth and looking around for a waiter. ======================================= Muse: Great! Tag: Raphael Outfit: clicky!! |
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Post by raphael on Sept 24, 2010 18:51:29 GMT -8
 Raphael was Observing the tenants of the Mystic Grill. Honestly he was more like stalking each person with his eyes. Picking out who would scream when he plucked their limbs off and who who’s blood would taste better. Nobody could tell that just by looking at him though, they would just see a boy sitting and picking at untouched food. Raphael didn’t need to eat, not when so many snacks were roaming around right in front of him. Although a lot of the girls were pretty, he was interested in only one. The one that got away so to speak... More like the one that Raphi let get away just so he could taste her blood again.
Raphael was only interested in the Italian girl who’s father he killed and drained of blood. Her father’s blood had tasted completely average for a humans but his daughters? Her blood was oh so sweet that Raphael knew he would rather die than not have a chance to taste it again. He did almost kill her though and he knew he had left an impression. He had only been stalking her since she decided to stay in mystic falls. Even if today was the night he wasn’t following her, he knew she would show up here just to get away from her smothering family.
As if on que he caught her scent. Delicious and sweet walking through the door. She had taken her bike today from the noise he heard outside and he smiled dangerously to himself as he watched her walk near the back. Throwing some cash on the table for the uneaten meal he slowly walked over towards her. Biding his time and letting her get a glance. ”I apologize for the intrusion, but is this seat taken?” he asked smiling charmingly and with a British accent. The scantily clad girls that had eyed him before were now glaring daggers over at the girl, Celia, But Raphael blocked them from her view. oh how the mortal mind works... he mused quietly to himself. This would be his first time making an official move on Celia and he was dying to know if she remembered him or not.
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Post by celia on Sept 28, 2010 5:39:57 GMT -8
======================================= Celia set her helmet on the table then turned to find a waitress, just as she made eye contact with one someone moved into view, blocking the waitress and a few customers. She sighed softly and raised her head starting to say something, but the words caught in her throat and never made it past her lips. A very handsome boy stood in front of her with the most charming smile she'd ever seen. And when he spoke she couldn't help but smile, he obviously wasn't from around her, his accent gave him away.
”I apologize for the intrusion, but is this seat taken?”
Celia just stared at him for a minute then looked around, she noticed girls glarring at her, obviously due to this boy. She sighed softly glancing back at him, she really didn't want him to sit...she really wanted to be left alone. But instead she shook her head at his question. "no, but I'm sure there are other empty seats." She said softly, in her politest tone. she smiled politly but tried to look bored, or uninterested in hopes of him going and sitting somewhere else. "Maybe they'd let you sit with them" Celia said nodding her head at the girls who were glarring, she could just see them because this stanger had moved into her way.
Celia looked back at him, her eyes traling up and down, he really was cute, but she felt as if she was having dajvu, she felt as if she'd seen him before. Which was crazy because she hadn't, not that she remembered, maybe he was a student at the high school. "What's your name?" She asked softly, locking her eyes with his. ======================================= Words:348 Muse: eh...ok Tag: Raphael Outfit: clicky!! |
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