''karin day
Veggie Vamps
Surgeon Dean of Medicine
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Post by ''karin day on Jul 13, 2009 18:27:40 GMT
_____________________________________________ The icy wind whipped through Karin's dark hair. Her usually tamed curls flew about in angry tangles. High winds tossed up the ocean into raging swells. No one would be stupid enough to brave the sea today. With her sharp eyesight, Karin surveyed the ocean. Not even a ship in site for quite a few miles. The stroll she had taken to ponder the arrival of the new vampire coven had led her to the large cliffs. A whole eight of them. They equaled the Days in number and from what she had heard, strength too if not stronger. It made her nervous to say in the least. The protection of her family came first and her irrational motherly side viewed this as an infringement on that. Vegetarian vampires were uncommon, as was a large coven. She pulled her fingers through her hair and let of a breath of air that was caught on the wind.
She walked down the weather beaten path often used by hikers and those looking for a romantic walk in the countryside. She had just met Carlisle out of the large coven. He seemed ok enough. In fact, he was really... just fine. She wanted to see him again, but she didn't. It would better not to see him at all. She folded her arms across her chest, stopping to observe a seagull dip into the large swells. Strange bird. She was half attracted to the idea of going for a swim, but that may be awkward if someone saw her and got a rescue team out. How would she explain that one? She laughed to herself, vaguly amused. Maybe she should go see the Cullens. Save her the surprise of seeing other marble creatures running around. A beam of sunlight cracked through the overcast sky onto the roaring ocean. She hoped that would be the only ray.
The outdoors was refreshing, and she didn't want to be forced to go home or hide in the forest until it was safe to return to the village without arosing suspicion. Sparkling people were not common these days. Such a pity. She was half tempted to make a treatment that would genetically modify people to sparkle. That would at least allow them to move about more freely. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sound of the ocean. It grated and roared in her over sensitive ears but somehow soothed her. _____________________________________________ tagged: everyone status: Done.
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Post by Cadence Arianna Duval on Jul 13, 2009 20:23:05 GMT
Much as Cadence would have liked to have been able to tell people that she had friends in this new town that she had moved to, she was pretty incapable of lying to those that were close to her. She must have had a tell that she was unable to cover, because she could never tell even the slightest untruth around her best friends. That said, she would have to tell her friends, if they ever decided to make the long distance call between Seattle and South Africa, that she was positively (or negatively, as she felt was more appropriate) friendless, and her parents were fine, although their relationship appeared to be at an all time low. They had thought that the move would help them, as it would take both of them to places where their work could be more appreciated, and they wouldn't feel so stressed out. Instead, they were arguing more than ever, and her brother, Randolph III, had, quite rightly, fled the scene, and gone back to America to take a shot at university life.
With the smaller house and the louder arguments, Cadence's armoire didn't seem large, cosy, or far away enough for her to escape to. So what was the next best thing? Her parents too busy fighting over something futile, they never noticed her slipping out of the door, even if they were both standing right in front of it. Cadence's night time antics were entirely regulated by how much shouting her parents felt they could do that night, and she remained outside the house until they were exhausted from the effort, realised she was gone, and called her, demanding that she come home 'immediately'.
This was another of those days, and Cadence could take less of their arguing today than she normally could, and she never really had a high tolerance for arguments and raised voices. She had left the house early on in the day, at around eleven in the morning, early for a Saturday, because she had been trying to drown out the ever-rising voices of her bickering parents, being faced, again and again, with failure. Escape was the only way out, and she was so frustrated with it all that she didn't think to take anything with her. She didn't have her cell phone, her keys, her purse, not even a jacket against the cool breeze that would undoubtedly turn colder as night fell.
It was around five in the evening, and the sun was dipping towards the horizon on the west, but not so much that anyone would even think that it was anywhere near to sunset. The sun, in all reality, was just starting on the downward arc of its descent, but even that could rarely be glimpsed between the occasional break in the heavy clouds. Cadence laid on her back, her eyes cast towards the heavens, relishing the occasions when the sun peered through, however briefly. She didn't notice when a few rocks from beneath her feet crumbled and rushed down the sheer cliff face, and neither did she really care.
Her arms were crossed over her chest, trying to shield some of the internal warm that she had managed to keep, despite being surrounded by vampires, and she shot up suddenly, fists curled defensively, on her knees, ready to jump up at the first sight of somebody as she heard a chuckle on the wind. "Who's there?!" She called out to the seemingly empty cliffside, and the forest beyond that.
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Post by Amber Wilkinson on Jul 15, 2009 18:45:03 GMT
I took a chance, I took a shot And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not You took a swing, I took it hard And down here from the ground, I see who you are ________________________________________________________________________________ Amber parked her car, switched off the engine and stared in the distance. She had no idea why she had come here, maybe she needed to get away from everything after Forks had produced no answers concerning her mother's death. All that Forks had given her to be honest was a bad cold. She sighed remembering her erractic behaviour as she had planned to move from the States to South Africa. She massaged her temples trying to get rid of the throbbing headache that had been bothering her for the past few days. She groaned unhappily suddenly wondering what she was doing here. This place wouldn't help her qualify for the Olympics, South Africa's only well established rider was a paralympic dressage rider. All their other Olympic hopefuls were in showjumping. She shook her head and murmured softly to herself "You're in the land of rugby and soccer Amber, they don't know anything about Eventing".
She sighed and got out of her car. She locked the door, a new habit that she had developed since moving to South Africa, and headed towards the cliffs. She shivered slightly and pulled her jacket closer to her. This place and Forks both had horrible weather. Again she questioned her sanity in moving to this freezing, wet town. She should have moved to Durban, she had heard that that place was warm and sunny. No you just seem to love wet, cold places since mom died she thought angrily to herself.
She watched the sunsetting, she had to admit South Africa had amazing sunsets. Even in crummy weather the sunset appeared almost magical. She bit her lip as she carried on heading in the direction of the cliffs. As she drew closer to the the cliffs she saw a lone figure. She giggled softly. The woman looked pretty funny from where she was standing. The woman suddenly shot up and called out "Who's there?!". Amber sighed inwardly. "Just me, sorry if I scared you" she said smiling softly.
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