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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Jul 27, 2010 14:22:18 GMT
Jason was bored, and more bored than usual. He was walking through the court yard, kicking a stone about. It made loud noises in the empty courtyard when it struck the ground. He had no idea what to do here. Keep an eye out for Slayers, they'd told him. He hadn't seen one since he'd come to the Prison. Always inside, with other vampires and werewolves. The smell of the wolves was starting to get to him. Normally, he didn't mind, but more then two wolves in there it wasn't starting to make hm gag.
The air was cold, as usual. The whole Prison seemed to have a cold atmosphere, and it wasn't just the weather. Jason had never been anywhere like it. Sometimes he wondered about leaving, but the forests and roads were riddled with Slayers that might kill him. And as much as he wanted to leave, he wasn't going to get himself killed. One thing Jason hated thinking about was his death.
He kicked the stone against a wall again and watched as it bounced off to his left. His hands were stuffed into his jeans pockets. He was wearing the usual sort of clothes. Dark jeans, dark top, and his favourite leather jacket. He loved this jacket, and didn't go anywhere with out it. He looked up at the dark sky and sighed. |
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Post by Dahlia Jane Rose on Jul 27, 2010 14:43:15 GMT
Dahlia walked around outside, she felt in an argumentative mood today, so she steared clear of the people she knew she didn't really want to lose friends around here, not when she had someone like Lazlo disliking her. As small and as frail looking as she was on the inside she was a really angry person, she didn't mean to be, but she had this uncontrollable rage that she found difficult to keep a lid on.
She was wearing a black dress with a colourful floral print on it, she wore her leggings with her dolly shoes. Her hair which was the colour of fresh blood lokked wonderful against the black of her dress. she jumped up onto the prison wall looking out at the forest wondering what she could do to pass the time.
She swung her legs back and forth and one of her shoes flew off behind her, she jumped down back into the prison to find it.
Stupid shoe she mumbled to herself
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Jul 27, 2010 14:49:36 GMT
Jason sighed again and turned his glaze back to the rock again. He kicked it, wondering what death would be like. It would be painful, but who knew what was waiting on th other size for him. Jason hadn't really ever been to church or read the bible, not even when he was human. He didn't know if Heaven or Hell existed. What was there after death? he wondered. But he wasn't exactly about to find out. He'd wait until it was time for him to die.
Jason's eyes snapped to the wall when he heard someone talk. Sounded like a woman. His eyes settled on the woman sat on the top of the wall. He raised his eyebrows at her, wondering if that kind of red hair was natiral, or dyed. In fact, could vampires dye their hair? Jason mes didn't really care, he liked his hair, how it always stuck up how he wanted it without gel or water or whatever people use to style their hair. His hair was the only part of his body that he liked. Not that he really cared what he looked like. He couldn't give a damn what other people thought of him. [/size] |
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Post by Dahlia Jane Rose on Jul 27, 2010 15:00:37 GMT
Dahlia looked at the other male vampire, he was looking at her hair so she thought. Maybe he was wondering if it was natural. She laughed to herself. she could take that as an insult and argue with him if she wanted too. she'd probably win too. she was too stubborn to give it up. But first she needed to find her shoe.
she looked around a bit, but still no sign of it she sat on the floor in a huff, she folded her arms across her chest. she was child like sometimes, she didn't know why, she just was, it came natually to her. She took off her other shoe and threw it across the yard in frustration, it landed near the male vampire. She looked up scowling at him. maybe now she'd get her argument, or maybe he'd help her find her other shoe.
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Jul 27, 2010 15:07:01 GMT
Jason watched her looking for something, but for what. He was still thinking about her hair. That couldn't be natural! Its too red! He watched her sit down and huff and a small smirk crept onto his face. And he laughed out loud when she threw her shoe. He hoped she wasn't aiming for him.
That's what he noticed she only ahd one shoe. So that's what she was looking for. Jason bent down and picked up her shoe before slowly walking over to her. He stopped in front of her and looked down at her on the floor. He hadn't seen this vampire before. He hadn't met most of the vampires at the Prison, he hadn't been here long enough to know many people. He knew a few, but not loads.
He held up her shoe, still smirking a little.
"I hope you weren't throwing it at me," he said. "And if you were, may I ask why?" [/size] |
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Post by Dahlia Jane Rose on Jul 27, 2010 15:19:46 GMT
Dahlia watched him warily as he walked over with her shoe.
No, I wasn't aiming for you, but if I was it would because you were looking at my hair. Lots of people look at my hair, and wonder wether it's natural or not. That's what you were doing wasn't it? well it's natural, it's a weird color I know but it's natural.... Can I have my shoe back now please. she looked down at her feet and wiggled her toes.
Dahlia hated it when people looked at her hair, it happened to her all thie time, she even remembered being teased for it back when she wasn't a vampire, people walking down the street shouting "satan worshipper" as it was the colour red. She made into an outcast by other people. Her family loved her all the same, and truth be told she liked her hair, she thought it was pretty.
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Jul 27, 2010 15:23:54 GMT
Jason raised one eyebrow at her and passed her back her shoe.
"Well, I am sorry, its just a little shocking," Jason told her, grinning. "It does look like you've dyed it, sorry to say."
Jason ran a hand through his hair and shifted his weight onto his other leg. This woman was a little..... rude, but then again he had been staring at her, wondering if her not-dyed-hair was actually dyed. Jason stuffed his hands back into his pockets. [/size] |
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Post by Dahlia Jane Rose on Jul 27, 2010 15:36:03 GMT
She stood up and put her shoe back on. she looked down at her other foot and back at the man. Well, I like my hair, I think it's pretty. I'm sorry if I'm being somewhat offensive, I'm just having one of my angry days. she held out her hand for him to shake My names Dahlia, nice to meet you.
Erm, could you help me find my other shoe. I've er.. lost it, and I can't seem to find it. she frowned down at her foot.
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Jul 27, 2010 15:41:41 GMT
Jason watched her stand up and then put her shoe on. He raised his eyebrows at her comment on her hair.
"I'm not saying its bad hair, just saying it looks like its been dyed," he told her.
When she reached her hand out he shook it. Jason could be rude sometimes, and he could be nice. Depends on his mood. And today he was in a bored mood, so he'd change from being rude to being nice.
"Call me Jason," he said, dropping her hand.
He nodded at her comment about her shoe.
"I thought you'd lost it when I noticed you've only got one shoe, where were you when you lost it?" he asked. [/size] |
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Post by Dahlia Jane Rose on Jul 27, 2010 15:57:21 GMT
Well I'm just saying it's not dyed. she rolled her eyes. Hi Jason. then a thought occured to her, maybe he's met Lazlo, maybe he's friends with him. Maybe Lazlo sent him to spy on her. She looked at him cautiously and took a step back.
Well, I was sat up there swinging my legs, and then my shoe came loose and went flying backwards over my head into the yard. she sighed to herself. Stupid shoe can't even do it's job, it has to fall off and get lost all because it's stupid.[/b]
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Jul 27, 2010 16:02:13 GMT
Jason chuckled and looked around.
"Maybe you need smaller shoes then," he suggested as he looked. "They aren't meant to fly off your foot, you know?"
He looked around for it, trying to find it. He looked across the yard, trying to spot it. Woman and shoes! He'd never get them. He was a size nine, and was wearing the same trainers that he'd brough a year perivous. He didn't like spending much money on shoes, they were just shoes! What was so obsessive about them? Sometimes he didn't understand woman at all. They were a mystery to him [/size] |
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Post by Dahlia Jane Rose on Jul 27, 2010 16:09:20 GMT
They're the correct size, they just fly off sometimes 'cause they're dolly shoes she smiled It's not like I need them I have plenty more back in my cell, they just go kinda nice with my dress. she beamed you'd never understand, your a guy. Although, that jacket is lovely I have to admit. she grinned, she scratched at her wrist where there was a tattoo of a delicate rose.
She looked around for her shoe, and moved over to a different part of the wall, checking to see if it was there.[/b]
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Jul 27, 2010 16:13:43 GMT
 ”When you came in the air went out,
And every shadow filled up with doubt.”----------------------------------------------------- Jason raised an eyebrow, only just realising what she was wearing. He'd been so focused on her hair he'd missed what she was wearing.
"Thanks," he answered in reply to the jacket comment. "Its not favourite jacket."
He glanced at her rose tattoo and imdiatly thought of the rose on the back of his shoulder. He looked around for her shoe again and sighed.
"We might never get fasion sense, but we'll never get your obsession with shoes."
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