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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Feb 11, 2010 18:38:05 GMT -5
Of all the places to be walking alone at night, Brooklyn had never been one of the smartest choices. It was admittedly much safer now than it had been say ,ten years ago, and most of the areas that had become popular and generally tourist touchstones were well-lit, well-patroled and well-populated. Elliot reminded herself of all this as she left the intimate little steakhouse where she had just finished dinner with Noah. Normally he would never let her walk anywhere, especially at night and alone, but she had absolutely insisted and then his father had called at the worst moment to let the boy know that Vince was waiting around their apartment with a pack of imports and the two of them were threatening to break into them if Noah wasn't home in two minutes.
And so she was walking along Fifth Avenue, watching for cabs and wishing that she was carrying something a little stronger than mace, like a big shiny knife that she would never be able to use, because even with all the people streaming from the bars and boutiques around her, she felt alone. She knew she should call Eiji, that he would be livid if he found out she hadn't, but the night air wasn't that bad and he had plans with Andrew. How much longer could she go without seeing a cab anyway?
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Post by jn on Feb 12, 2010 23:15:04 GMT -5
You pathetic bastard. He thought to himself bitterly. 100 years later and your pitiful ass is still doing the same damn thing. Go to some seedy bar every night, try not to pay attention to the disgusting bastards spilling beer all over themselves, find some poor, lost girl hiding off in the corner...
His pace quickened as he made his way down the street, and his footsteps grew heavier as his agitation rose.
Take her home. Spoil her. Kill her. They're always so pretty. So sweet. Who'd ever think they'd be fake? Even I couldn't tell. It must be so hidden so deep they probably didn't even know it themselves. But they're always fake. Ungrateful little backstabbers. They never want to stay. Always thinking of going fucking home.
His feet mercilessly hammered at the ground.
I can't stand this, the same thing over and over. What am I supposed to do?! I don't want to do this forever!
He combed his fingers through his hair, breathing deeply, trying to calm himself down. He had friends now, he tried telling himself. He had a coven. Even if they had the cumulative IQ of a can of peas, he always had people around, but it was never enough.
I can't-
He speeded right into the nervous-looking blonde who was Elliot and fell flat on his moody ass.
"Ah...fuck."
Well said, moron. He thought acidly. Pull yourself together!
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Feb 26, 2010 5:17:05 GMT -5
Elliot, who had been so busy trying to stay alert only to delve deeper into her own world of mild paranoia, thought up until the very last minute, that she had been imagining Jael's footsteps. Upon collision however, she lurched forward, finding that he was very real indeed. Out of instinct, she clutched her purse closer, shoulders curled close to her body as she steadied herself. Fleetingly, she found herself glad that she no longer sported the treacherous stilettos of her earlier school years. That habit surely saved her a sprained ankle or two in an incident like this.
It wasn't until the man swore to himself that she realized that she wasn't being accosted; or if she was, her attacker wasn't terribly proficient at his craft, having fallen ass-backwards on to the sidewalk. After a deep breath she turned around, curious more than cautious. Her blue eyes washed over his silhouette for a moment until finally she spoke.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going..." There was a beat and then she finally added with little sincerity, "Are you alright?"
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Post by jn on Feb 27, 2010 18:42:39 GMT -5
Women. Always blaming themselves for things they weren't responsible for. He supposed that's why he liked them better than men, who hated to take responsibility; women were so caring that they had to take on everyone else's issues.
Let's see what I won tonight...
He took a moment to look her over from his position on the sidewalk. She was blonde, beautiful, obviously in distress - just his type. Unfortunately, a quick peek into her mind told him she was taken, and quite happy, too.
Who is that guy? Jael scoffed as he came upon a mental picture of Eiji Almasy. He looks gayer than Lestat. Another mental check confirmed that Elliot was indeed female. Puzzling. Maybe he hasn't looked down south yet.
He pulled himself to his feet, brushing off any dirt that may have gotten on his immaculate black pants. "Naturally. I'm, ah, hurt-proof, but thank you for your concern." He purred, when she inquired about his condition. He mentally congratulated himself on his excellent recovery; he was all charm, now.
"Did you think I'd mug you?" He quipped, raising a brow as he caught her clutching her purse close to her body. He resisted the urge to scowl; he couldn't blow his cover, no matter how disgusting he found petty criminals. "I'm entirely too wealthy to begin with, Princess. I've got more cash than Scrooge McDuck, but I ain't swimming in it. I use it for all sorts of sappy things like...feeding starving children and saving lost little kittens." His tone grew more and more sarcastic, but he wasn't bothered; the media told him that girls loved a good jackass.
"You're lucky you've still got that purse, wandering around all by yourself in middle of the night. What's your story?"
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Mar 2, 2010 22:53:30 GMT -5
His smugness offended her in a way she just couldn't quite put her finger on.
"I didn't think anything," she replied, a touch of attitude creeping it's way into her tone. "But if you were going to mug me I'm sure as hell not going to just hand the thing over to you." Her eyebrow raised then as she looked up at him, and it wasn't really a dare, because they both knew that it wouldn't have been any kind of fight if this man were to decide that he wanted anything from Elliot, but still, sometimes her mouth tended to run away from her. The comment about his money surely didn't help to improve her impression of the man, considering that wealth was firstly, not something the blonde put any sort of stock in, especially when it came to sizing up ones character, and secondly, not something that she herself really had any of. The forty dollars in her purse and the four hundred on her bank statement was all she had to her name at this point, and it didn't look like the situation was going to get better any time soon.
Still, she relaxed her hold on the purse as she shifted weight onto her other leg, looking the vampire in the eyes as she answered his last question. "Wandering implies a lack of destination." Her smile as more sweet than sly, against her best instincts.
"I'm headed home." To a high security penthouse loft, she felt like adding, feeling for some reason that she held no weight in this conversation, in the silent comparison between strangers as they tried to judge - as all people who have just met for the first time do - just who was better.
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Post by jn on Mar 3, 2010 22:38:05 GMT -5
There was little Jael hated more than the disapproval of others, and on a normal day, he might be offended enough by Elliot's attitude to attack her. But today was not a normal day; despite his efforts to remain smug and carefree, he remained disheartened, uneasy, and uncertain beneath his arrogant front. When he heard the attitude that crept into her tone, and sensed that she had been offended, a wave a confusion swept over him. Why was she responding to him unfavorably? What had he done wrong?
Was his hidden unease revealed through his tone of voice, sending mixed signals that confused and flustered the girl? He supposed that he did seem more...forceful than usual. But wouldn't he have peaked her interest when he mentioned being wealthy? Didn't all mortals crave nice, expensive things?
He wondered about that effeminate man whom she was dating. What sort of person was he? How had he captured her interest? Could it be that she wasn't fond of the rough, confident attitude most women craved?
"I'm...sorry if I offended you." He began uneasily; peacemaking was never his strong suit, but he was so desperate for company. If he could spend only a few minutes with someone new, someone that wasn't an idiot newborn vampire who thought that carrots had blood, he'd take it. "Where is home for you? I can escort you, if you like."
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Post by Elliot is on the edge. on Mar 5, 2010 14:49:52 GMT -5
His demeanor changed once again, and Elliot was having trouble figuring out exactly which shade was honest. She suspected an angle, but only because she was prone to the thinking that everyone was out for only themselves and constantly working their own agenda. It was cynical of her, to think that someone couldn't simple apologizes for the sake of simply having a grievance, but she had always been this way and very few people had ever bothered to prove her wrong. There was her father, who was no longer with them, and Eiji, who was always the very picture of right and true and sincere - at least when it came to matters concerning her. There were a few she had known who were brave and unabashed, upfront and still somehow endearingly charming, but what was there to say that this stranger before her was any of those things? As far as she had seen, he was just another sad, lost soul wandering the city and trying to make all the pieces fit.
Truthfully though, she had once been that person, and was still at heart, and the more she thought about, the more Jael began to earn the benefit of the doubt in her mind. Silence lingered in between for a moment longer as she tried to formulate the right answer, but still, she felt conflicted. "It's alright," she finally decided, the corners of her mouth upturning slightly in the loveliest gesture. She was already beginning to feel bad for snapping at him.
"I live in East Village," about three miles from where they stood, and for now, that was as detailed as she was going to get. Part of her said no, no way no are you walking in late-night Brooklyn alone with a strange stranger who smelled faintly like liquor and obviously couldn't make up his mind about his mood. On the other hand however, she thought that maybe it would be nice to have a little protection from the other city crooks on the walk home, not to mention a little company. And if he tried to mug her, or worse, Elliot reminded herself that she did in fact have Gifts, (and Mace) and if all else failed she could probably figure out how to teleport herself outside of a police station or a gun store. "I don't know about the whole way, I guess we could walk together until I can find a cab." Hiking her purse further up her shoulder, the blonde offered him another quiet smile.
"My name's Elliot."
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Post by jn on Mar 18, 2010 21:05:33 GMT -5
Jael felt quite satisfied by her apology, and smiled in return, but he was quickly growing impatient. He didn't know what he wanted - or expected - from this encounter, but he was sure that it wasn't this.
She seemed a nice enough girl, as far as he could tell; she snapped at him, yes, but she apologized with the most lovely of smiles. And yet, he detested her for being afraid of something happening to her when she had superhuman abilities. Didn't she know that her fear was irrational, that she could come to no harm in a sea of pathetic ordinaries? There was a chance she would run into another supernatural, someone stronger than she...and she was planning to punish them with mace?
What an awfully stupid girl. He thought to himself, but remained cordial nonetheless. "A pleasure, Miss Elliot." He very nearly said Davis. "My name is," He paused, debating whether or not she was worthy of receiving his real name. "Jael Naire." He finished, deciding that giving her his name would be of little consequence; even if she had somehow heard of him, she would be no threat.
He wondered what he hoped to gain from walking from this girl who was too lazy to walk three miles to her apartment.
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