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Post by VERONIKA MONTBLANC on Sept 13, 2010 2:42:11 GMT 1
Veronika stood on her porch watching the cars pass by her so fast. Every time one went by her hair was swept to the side as she angrily looked up from the book she was reading. And then Veronika decided it was time to throw in the towel and go do something other then read all day. For the past week she had been reading more on the human anatomy, preferably the shoulder blades. She had been meaning to test killing them by their shoulder blades, cutting them there and digging around crushing anything her hand felt. She smiled thinking of such a thought. Finally, a bug broke her from her thoughts. She could actually feel it taking her blood away from her body and so she flexed a bit, watching as the bug tugged to get its head out of her skin. Flexing more the head finally exploded as her blood seemed to drip down her arm. It wasn't much blood since she caught it right it the vermin's track, but it only took that tiny amount to set her off. This was a record of how long she went without killing anything, around two months she had been clean. The more she pulled herself away from killing the more she began to feel lonely. So lonely that the pinkette slipped into a depression momentarily but overcame it somehow. Others might consider it a miracle, but this female thought it was just the willpower to stop being so damn sad all the time. Biting her gloved hands she winced a bit before taking on the pain.
Doing this distracted her from the summer heat, which still lingered for some reason. Which was why she stayed here in her summer house until it seemed to get hotter in Borraca so she could go back home. But for right now she stayed but at her summer house hoping that maybe time would stop and she could stay here forever. Her summer house wasn't the best thing in the world but was more comfortable since she didn't spend all most the whole year in it, it was more of a release to her. Finally her stomach screamed at her to go get something or it would force her to faint from hunger. Holding her stomach as a natural reaction she dug in her right pocket pulling out her pocket knife for quick kills. In her left was a crisp five dollar bill she stole from someone. Shrugging she locked up her house hugging her book so she could eat and read at the same time. Her eyes roamed the street life the farther she walked, from the cars that passed by constantly to the hobo's living on the street begging for food. That sort of confused her, why were there barely any people on the street? Was there some sort of threat she didn't know about? Raising an eyebrow she stared at a group of bulky men huddled together on the other side of the road near a street lamp. They seemed to be whispering about something; she wasn't sure exactly what but they certainly where talking about something. She assumed it was weed or something else illegal before she instantly pulled a wicked smile on her face. An electrical feeling shot down Veronika's body as she stared at the group of males, if she had her knife then she would enjoy killing them and taking their body parts for examination.
One of the men must've noticed the female smiling because he pointed and whispered to his groupies about her. She smiled more before turning around flicking her long pink hair showing a bit of elegance and superiority. One of the guys snorted while the other said something as another man laughed. The pinkette ignored their cat-calling at her and stupid remarks before she was finally greeted with something that burned her eyes. It was in the shape of a yellow M with the words '24 Hours!' and a smiling clown looking down at her. She raised a brow at the freaky thing, it sort of made her want to tear down the sign but she ignored the urge. Pushing the glass doors to the fast-food joint she frowned at the smell of grease. McDonald's was a place she detested but it would have to do since five dollars only got you so much in the world. It was empty, no surprise there. She was greeted by a skinny teenager with braces on. She nodded ignoring asking her the same question they were forced to ask everyday. Smiling like she did before she jumped on the counter running up to the surveillance camera's and messing with the wiring. Pulling one plug made the whole thing go down as every TV and camera went down at that plug. "What the hell are you doing?" The boy demanded she answer. Calmly and smoothly she replied, “Your going to die." His eyes shot open before the female lunged at him pocket knife showing ready to stab. She aimed for the neck and stabbed hard hearing a gurgling sound before blood poured all over her. She went down until she got to the shoulder and made incisions everywhere before reaching in it with her hand grabbing something fleshy and soft. She pulled it out more blood appearing before smirking and dropping the vessel in the fryer.
It turned a soft pink before Veronika quickly dug around in his pants locket grabbing the keys and locking up the place. When she got back to her fries she let them cool making herself a hamburger before putting the fries in a giant pouch and walking over to the empty booth. Happily eating she began to read her book that was tossed to the side like nothing.
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Post by CORVIN DELACROIX on Sept 13, 2010 6:51:18 GMT 1
Corvin Delacroix was having a bad day. Not one of those typical bad days he could usual cure with a nice relaxing shower or taking a nice drive out to one of his favorite spots. No, he had one of those days where he wished that everything would burst into flames, repair itself, and then burst into flames again. The day had started out terribly enough when Corvin woke up late for work and ended up blowing four stop lights and cutting off a semi. It only got worse when he realized that he was stuck delivering packages to one of the busiest parts of town. That combined with the usual obnoxious attitude of his clients only served to further push the boy's buttons. He hoped to relieved the stress by listening to some of his favorite music, but fate would have it otherwise. As he picked up his worn and beaten mp3 player he was greeted by a large flashing battery with a cross through it. Out of disgust he threw it across the car and turned his attention back onto the road.
At several points in the day Corvin thought that it would have been better to simply call it quits and dump his packages and take a nice relaxing nap. That idea was shot to hell when he realized that he was incredibly tight on cash at the moment and wouldn't be eating for the next few days unless he either made a few deliveries or dipped into his emergency funds. That thought alone elicited a click of annoyance from Corvin as he swerved down the streets of Epsas. He had seven more deliveries to go before he would be allowed to go back home and sleep the rest of the day away only to repeat the process the next morning. He tried to force such thoughts out of his mind and instead tried to think of what he would do for dinner. In that single moment he took his eyes off the road his day went from bad to being completely terrible, possible worse than that.
From out of literally nowhere a large SUV slammed into the passenger's side of Corvin's small car. Corvin let out a cry of surprise as he tightened his grip on the wheel and allowed instinct to guide his hands and feet. He pulled his foot off of the gas and made a tight turn, his car screeching as it's tires rubbed against the ground. He ended up facing against the flow of traffic staring into the other driver's window, his mouth pulled into a grimace. The sound of honking horns and irritated drivers shouting profanities didn't faze Corvin as he leaped out of his car, leaving his door wide open, and slammed his fist on the window of the other driver's car. The moments after that were a whirlwind of yelling, exchange of insurance information, threats, promises, and finished up when an obese tow truck driver arrived on the scene to take Corvin's car to an auto body shop. Corvin recognized the man as one of Will's boys from his childhood. It was the first lucky break he'd had all day and certainly much needed. If he hadn't arrived Corvin would have been stuck walking home or, in a worse case scenario, calling Will to come and pick him up and probably yell at him for being irresponsible. Like he needed that after all that had happened. A few moments of discussion garnered Corvin a ride to a McDonald's that was relatively close to his home. He guessed it was all he could ask for, especially on a day like this. Before they left Corvin ran toward his car, which was still being honked at, and pulled out a large book on the skeletal structures of various animals.
The ride to the McDonalds was completely silent and incredibly awkward. Corv eagerly leaped out of large tow truck as soon as they pulled into the parking lot and made his way into the McDonalds with out so much as a goodbye. He didn't pay much attention to the kid at the desk. He simply payed and grabbed his food before moving on to eat in silence. Not surprisingly, the place was completely empty, the only inhabitants being Corvin and the kid with braces. Most people in Espas had little time to actually stop and eat so the drive through was the busiest part of the restaurant. Even that seemed rather dead today.
The atmosphere gave Corvin an odd vibe and he ate as quickly as he could only giving his book a sparing look. Just as Corvin finished he began to gather up his trash only to knock his half full cup into his lap. "Dammit!" he cried out before letting out a string of curses, grabbing his book and trash. He slammed the tray into the garbage, not bothering to put it in it's proper place before storming into the bathroom. "This day can't possibly get any worse." he told himself as he ripped down a roll of paper towels and attempted to clean himself up. He exhaled deeply once he finished and then reached into his pocket. The reassuring feel of the bottle of pills instantly made him feel somewhat better. He pulled out the orange bottle and popped off the top with ease. He pulled out two small white pills and tossed them into his mouth, swallowing them with a small gulp.
He sat the bottle down and then felt his left arm. Sure enough the strange deformity was there. Just beneath his skin was a small bone like growth that had only just appeared. It protruded slightly and in all honesty scarred Corvin to death. It was just another effect of his mutation and he possibly a clue as to what he would turn into within the next few years. His desire to know had forced him to purchase the book that was currently sitting on the sink. Corvin sighed as he picked up the book and forced his way out of the bathroom. As soon as he left he was hit by the smell of rusting metal, something that hadn't been there before. He sniffed the air and then shook his head, chalking it up to stress playing tricks on him. He marched toward the door, ready to leave when he spotted something or rather someone. Sitting in the booth that had been positioned behind his was a girl with pink hair.
Corvin's eyebrows rose, not that anyone could see through his mess of hair, at the sight of her. Lucky break number two, he thought to himself, though it was more like a question. He smiled as he walked over to her, noticing the book she was reading. It was something about human physiology. "Hey," he called out in his usual cheerful tone, "My name's Corvin, I was wondering if you could help me with something. I saw your book and thought you might be able to help me out." he said, gesturing to the book with his left hand. He brought up his own book as if to show her they had a common interest. Corvin should have noticed the smell of rust was blood or that there was something odd about this girl that set of warning bells in his head. Then again, Corvin's instincts always made it seem as if he were the hunter. It never occurred to him that he, in fact, might be the prey.
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MOOD| Sick
WORD COUNT| 1,255 words of pure rambling
MUSE| Completely dead
NOTES| It's crap, I know. If you want me to change any thing let me know.
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Post by VERONIKA MONTBLANC on Sept 18, 2010 21:29:48 GMT 1
Veronika mumbled things under her breath noting to do this and that. She searched her pants pockets for something she usually had but found that it was missing today. Balling her hand in a fist she let her hand come crashing down on the table making everything on the table jump a bit. She gritted her teeth forgetting her sticky notes. Then again, what in the hell would she need to have sticky notes for? Moving around she set her book down not wanting it to get dirty from the obvious bad shape the table was in. Did the people even give a damn about the state of things here? Shrugging a bit she reached over for her fries before her pink gloves she had on today fell over onto her pants. Standing up quickly her eyes stared at a rather large blood stain on her pants. Then again, her whole face was covered with the red liquid. Grabbing a few napkins she began to wipe the blood from her face noting to go to the bathroom in a minute to get whatever remained on her face. Picking up her gloves she put them on jumping over the counter before going deep in the back. She finally saw a sink, the kind from around 2005, her eyes scanned the old thing. It was incredibly rusty and from a time way before she was born. But non-the less it was a sink and so she used it. Maybe not the kind that's voice activated but it was still something everyone used. Turning the knob with a red circle on top the sink began to fill with hot water. Squeezing the bottle with liquid soap into it, it began to fill with a bit of bubbles before she killed the faucet. Tossing the gloves in like the lazy person she was she watched as the water turned a soft pink before her back turned to it and let it sit there. Kind of a bit lazy she didn't feel like doing the work itself, that and the fact she knew it would be clean the time the water began a bit cold, even without her help. Sort of a basic thing that was automatic. Sniffing the air she noted that it smelled terrible. The smell of grease was gone and filled with something like dead person. Well, since she did kill someone it was supposed to smell like this but it smelled like something she had never smelled before.
Holding her nose she turned her head to the right seeing the body again. How long had it been since she murdered the dude? Sighing she fell to the ground using one knee to prop her up and check the side of his neck. Scanning the blood she noticed it was still fresh so she guessed it had been twenty minutes. But it usually didn't give off the horrid smell until another thirty minutes or so. Raising an eyebrow she had half a mind to cut him open more to the point where it was nothing muscle and bone. But she discarded this and turned his body over hearing the sounds of his limp body in the quiet place. Standing back up to her full height she grabbed the jacket around her waist and pulled it on, suddenly temperature dropped. 'What a weird force...' is what was on her mind as she jumped onto the counter watching the pool of blood move around since she turned him over. She needed to cover him up with something, or set him on fire to make sure no one found the body. Thinking more on the subject her eyes widened. How could she be so stupid and forget? Looking down at his body she searched for something...his shirt! Stripping it of it she began to wipe down everywhere she sat or left her mark. Tossing the burger and fries in the trash can she jumped back over the counter to the very back where someone cleaned the trays. Grabbing the soap they used she grabbed a sponge and began to wipe down the counter and sink she had her gloves on. Putting them on she ignored the cold feeling shoot down her body and moved throughout the fast-food joint cleaning it carefully. When she got back to her booth she couldn't help but notice the only thing that showed her trace was the body itself, she would need to take it out back and set it on fire, or set the whole place on fire. The fear was in her eyes obviously of getting caught and sent to jail as she moved quickly throwing away the soap and sponge. Staring down at the body she came to the conclusion of setting the body on fire. Her normal method was too risky since she would have to spend the next hour or so doing what she wanted to do. What if someone was in the bathroom? What if someone was at the drive-thru window watching her?
Anticipating that she looked at the covered window. Earlier, she had went in the office in the back to cover it up with sand paper the manager had in there. She had no idea why, but it was there. As she found herself sitting in the booth she couldn’t help but here the sound of a door opening. It wasn’t a cop, they would’ve came out faster and more violent so she calmed down quite a bit. But what was on her mind was who was it? Turning her head away trying to hide her face she quickly looked up hearing someone speak to her. His name was Corvin? She thought it wasn’t fitting as soon as she saw his face. Well, the part that wasn’t covered by his hair. Furrowing her eyebrows she could feel that urge to hate whoever had that stupid skater haircut, but she threw away the feeling since she had never known the guy. Her mouth slowly replied,“Veronika.” She scanned what he was wearing silently propping her face up with her hand. She noted the points where his clothes where not as solid leaving him vulnerable, and of course analyze his nature. He didn’t seem much of a threat, but that could be thrown away quickly if she doubted him even for a second. For all she knew, he could be a rebelling Neogena waiting for a chance to kill her. Locked in a McDonald’s with a ring full of keys that she wasn’t sure what did which, she knew she was fairly outmatched. It also didn’t help she refused to go out and work out to strengthen her skills, which left her pretty frail. Hearing that he needed help made her want to question why but slowly nodded and pointed at the other seat across from her. Grabbing her book with a wet, gloved hand she put it in her lap as she took off the gloves exposing her hands. Tapping her fingers along the table she questioned while closing one eye and leaving one open,“What do you need help with?”
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Post by CORVIN DELACROIX on Sept 20, 2010 5:33:14 GMT 1
Corvin watched the girl through concealed eyes as she motioned for him to sit down. It was a simple enough gesture and Corvin followed the command, taking up a seat across from the woman, setting his book down before him with a soft thud. He gave her a tooth grin, revealing the fact that his canine teeth were highly developed, more so than a humans should be. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Veronika. I'm sorry to bother you like this." he went on to say, being as polite as he could. While spoke with practice poised he had nothing but pure intentions. Corvin was simply having a bad day and thought that speaking with a pretty girl would cheer him up. "I was just curious to see if you'd be able to help me with some anatomy." he said as he rested one arm behind him, a top the red pleather lined bench. He reached out with his other arm and tapped his book, indicating the title. He sat there for a few moments before realizing that what he had said earlier sounded like a lame pick up line from the last century. He hid a scowl and rolled his eyes at his own incompetence. Apparently his luck had completely abandoned him if he was going to screw up this bad. Ah, no matter. He just wanted to talk. "I don't mean it in that way." he said quickly, as he flipped open the book to a picture of the human skeleton. "I was just wondering if you could help me figure some things out about the structure of the skeleton. I saw your book on anatomy and thought you might be the right person to talk to."
While his head was tilted down, aimed toward the image in the book his reptilian eyes looked towards her. A blue aura surrounded her, something that showed that she hadn't contracted the virus that afflicted Corvin and thousands of others. That was what he saw out of his right eye, the one that had been stricken blind. Out the other he examined her appearance. He blinked as he looked over her pink hair. He wondered if it was naturally that color or if she had dyed it. One could never be sure about such things these days. He tore his eyes away from the pink locks and examined her face, namely her eyes. There was something... off about them. Corvin couldn't place his finger on what it was exactly. There was a gleam of intellect behind those eyes but something else, something deeper. He shook off the thoughts, ignoring his own instincts he as her gave another smile.
"So, I have to ask. Are you reading that book for fun or are you in school?" he asked, lifting a brow, though it wasn't as if she could see it. Corvin had chosen to forgo school and hadn't even finished high school. Being shuffled around from village to village in an attempt to avoid scientist had made it difficult for him to keep up with his school work. He ended up dropping out when his mother passed away and learned a trade from a family friend. The desire to attend college was beaten out by the need to live his life before the affliction turned him into a monster. Unconsciously he felt along the slightly protruding bone that was placed in his arm. It was a nervous habit he was beginning to develop whenever he thought too much about the future. He often told himself that he needed to focus on the here and now but that was proving to be incredibly difficult. He didn't seem to have that problem at the moment though. Currently he was too preoccupied trying to forget about his terrible day and what he would say to the woman who sat before him. It was odd enough being alone with a woman in what was usually a busy establishment it was even odder when there was nothing but silence.
He blinked rapidly and then looked around. Wait, had it been this quiet when he'd walked in earlier. His eyes scanned the large room quickly, looking back toward the desk that separated the customers from the workers. He wondered what had happened to the teenager that had been behind the desk only a few minutes earlier. He could have sworn he was there no more than ten minutes ago. Corvin shrugged, figuring the kid had gone on break or something. It wasn't his business to ask about it or complain about how he did his job. Corvin knew all to well how it felt to have someone chastise you when they had no idea what sort of situation you were in. He did, however, want to ask him whatever that smell was. With his head turned away from Veronika, Corvin wrinkled his nose, taking in the odd scent that smelled of metal and rusty iron. That hadn't been there a few moments ago either. The blonde haired boy reached up and whipped his nose in an attempt to block the scent but it proved futile. He turned his attention back toward the pink haired woman and gave her a weak smile. He wondered if the scent bothered her as much as it was bothering him.
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MOOD| Okay
WORD COUNT| 887
MUSE| Still dead
NOTES| Contemplating having him find the dead body >___>
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Post by VERONIKA MONTBLANC on Oct 22, 2010 1:44:20 GMT 1
Veronika watched him smile at her. His canines were developed sending a chill down her back. Noting to never get near his mouth she stared at her nails wishing she had some freak-ability. Intelligence was of course a power, but having the ability to- she couldn’t guess, maybe pear into your mind to guess your next move. That would be an ability that she would love to have. But she wasn’t hell-bent on getting a new ability. Veronika was smarter than that to give her body to the government and risk losing her intelligence. Though she was forced back to reality when she heard his voice again that seemed to boom in her ears. She couldn’t catch what he was saying, his mouth was moving but nothing left his mouth. She tilted her head to the side and rose her eyebrows wondering what was going on. And then she felt something peering into her as if someone was in her mind looking at her thoughts. She began to grip her book and frowned showing disinterest. Coughing to probably send some sort of message she was uncomfortable the pinkette looked at where his hands lay; the title of the book. School. He had asked if she was reading it for fun. Snorting a bit the female decided to reply with a strong southern accent,“I’m reading it for my stupid college. I don’t have time to worry about the wellbeing of other people.” Wincing a bit from sounding so ignorant she instantly regretted what she said. Why didn’t the female think this over?
He was probably going to ask what she was studying for next which would make her say ‘Doctor’ as an automatic reply. And then he would wonder why she wanted to study to become one if she didn’t give a damn about other people. Thus, leaving him wondering why she was making things up about herself. Fear showed in her light blue eyes before she quickly dismissed it thinking he wouldn’t take a guess at it. No one really noticed it when she slipped up, but she didn’t know this person enough to think he would take guesses. But then again he was a mysterious character so she assumed he would. Waving a hand in front of her nose she stated with the accent coming back, “Phew! What the hell is that? It smells, like, I don’t know, a dead cow.” Narrowing her eyes she gripped her book and pretended to use it as a fan. “I can’t be the only one smelling that. Admit it, it smells like crap.” Setting her book on the table she put her gloves back on and forced a smile on chuckling every now and then. Her eyes then changed to that of concern.
“Hey where’s that boy that took my order?” Standing up she waited for a reply from the teenager but received none. Finally, she showed a quick smirk before frowning again and walking slowly to the counter taking her time to think of a few tactics. Taking everything in she nodded and cracked her neck before finally reaching the counter. She thought about pointing out that the tv’s that wrapped around the room showing that stupid clown that scared her to death she decided against it and looked over the tan counter. “Oh my gosh! The guy’s d-dead!” She covered her mouth before stepping back running into the bar that directed people into a twisted line. “How could this have happened? He was just fine about five minutes ago! What’s goin’ on?” Narrowing her eyes she fumbled her hands in her pants pocket pretending to grab her cell phone. Even though she didn’t have one she smirked and looked at her wrist watch. Pressing a few buttons a hologram came up as she began to press buttons in the air using it as some sort of phone. Turning around she said, “Do you know what happened before I call the authorities?”
She smirked and held one finger up, obviously one number from calling the local police. Cracking her neck she looked at all the escape’s that were covered locking them in, Veronika was happy she had the upper-hand here. But she was talking too much, saying too much information. By now she had already given away her personality, something she disliked greatly. Shutting her mouth her eyebrows rose in a weird fashion though she couldn’t hide the excitement in her eyes. The thrill was always fun to confuse someone and end up making them seem like the killer. She liked to call it simple reverse psychology or maybe that she could just make the other person feel guilty. Coughing her eyes looked at him waiting for him to put two and two together. It wasn’t that hard to figure out that she killed him, and he may just be her next target. But of course there came the fun and games. She loved riddles. And so he would have to solve it if he didn’t want to die- even though she might be the more frail with less battle experience. Pressing a single button everything was absorbed into her watch as the light faded from the screen turning itself off to save the battery for future use. Turning around she talked in her normal voice obviously letting her crazy side take over. “I like games,” Her eyes showed horror, sorrow, and insanity in one. “Do you like games? Because boy do I have one for you. Guess right and I’ll let you go with minor damages. Guess wrong and you’ll become my next specimen to study.” Licking her lips she cackled and cracked her fingers. Staring intently into the one visible eyes she asked,“Are you ready?”
Sorry this took forever @.@ The sport I'm in just takes forever to end
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Post by CORVIN DELACROIX on Oct 24, 2010 9:49:42 GMT 1
The first thing that seemed off about the girl was the look in her eyes that Corvin had noticed earlier. For some odd reason he couldn't get it out of his head. Not too long after she spoke Corvin picked up on another oddity. She was studying physiology and did not care about people? Now Corvin was no scholar but he was pretty sure if you had a class about human anatomy you had to care about humans somewhat in order to take the class. That simple comment set the boy's instincts, which were usually right, on high alert. As always he ignored them though and simply went on with the conversation as if nothing had happened. The only thing he thought of was her southern accent. It was cute. The boy was too damned girl crazy for his own good and it would be the end of him. Hopefully, it wouldn't be today. He simply nodded along as she told him that she was reading it for class. He didn't have much to say on the matter because he himself didn't have any experience with school to know how bothersome it was.
When she mentioned the smell though he had quite a bit to say. "So I wasn't the only one that smelled it. I figured they just let some meat go bad or something along those lines." he said with a shrug of his shoulders. "This place isn't exactly known for it's cleanliness." he quickly tacked on as he turned to look toward the counter. The kid still wasn't back yet. Corvin looked back only to see that Veronika's eyes had another look to them now. He blinked rapidly, utterly confused as to why she looked to be worried. Was something wrong? He was about to ask until she asked about the boy. It was as if she were reading his mind. Corvin nodded again as he stood up and stretched. "Probably out taking a break. It's what I'd be doing if I worked in this place. No one wants to be here longer than they have to be." he said as he leaned against the table as she got up. She seemed to take forever to walk to the counter and in that time Corvin looked away towards the drive thru window. He cocked his head to the side when he noticed there was paper on it. What the hell was that about? He thought silently to himself. As he spaced out he didn't notice her reaction until she spoke up.
His head snapped towards her, his eyes were wide with shock. Dead? He pushed himself off of the counter and walked towards the counter and looked down at the body, not touching the counter as he did so. Blood oozed out of the large gash in him and the smell of rust grew even stronger. Corvin wrinkled his nose and then covered his face. It was certainly a grizzly sight. He looked at the girl and wondered why she did not freak out as most would. He chalked it up to her being tougher than most. As he watched her toy with her phone something odd happened. From out of his still human eye he saw her pull the phone from her purse. From out of the other eye he saw nothing. He rubbed his reptilian eye to make sure it wasn't being blocked by something. When he lowered his hand the phone still wasn't there. It was then that he rememberer something. The eye didn't see with light. From what he had gathered his eye released psychic energy constantly and made an image with the returning energy, similar to echolocation, but with a constant picture. Was the phone... fake?
He didn't bother to protest as he finally allowed his instincts to guide his judgment. Things were too odd. This girl, the place, the boy... It was all too much. Corvin knew the truth, he couldn't bring himself to admit it though. When the girl turned to ask him to explain he simply shook his head slowly. His only thoughts were 'why?' Why did it have to be him? Why did it have to be this McDonalds? Why was this day just one giant shit storm? He didn't bother to answer any of the questions as he walked back towards the table and collected his book. He leaned against it again in a nonchalant manner despite the panic inside him. He rubbed his chin with his free hand as he looked toward the girl. She stopped messing with the phone and then looked directly at him. Her next words made the truth of the situation even more apparent. Three simple words came to mind as she did so.
Fuck. My. Life.
They weren't eloquent and certainly not the words most would use in the situation, but they seemed appropriate. Corvin's day had gone from horrid to the worst day of his life in less than three minutes. He could already feel the fear take hold of him, but thankfully his eyes hid it. He looked at her through his curtain of hair and gave her a sarcastic smile. "I'm pretty sure the line goes, 'would you like to play a game?" His defense mechanism was kicking in. As cowardly as Corvin was his defense mechanism was a false front of bravado. When he felt nervous or frightened he made jokes. Lame, terrible, corny jokes that only made the situation worse. It helped him make it through though. "Seeing as I'm stuck in here I've got very little choice in the matter, don't I?" he said, confirming the decision to play her little game.
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MOOD| Interested
WORD COUNT| 948
MUSE| Meh
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