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Post by Natesa Elise Mayjor on Oct 23, 2012 14:06:21 GMT -5
 The water was beautiful. Natesa couldn't deny that. It slipped and slid over cobbled stone in beautiful, fluid motions (maybe because it was fluid, but nyeh) and just looked so crystal clear. It was all so peaceful, so gorgeous, so quiet. Quiet. Hah. Not now that Natesa had arrived, anyway. This was Natesa. And Natesa was...bored. That only meant one thing.
The young Nephilim grinned at the sparkling water, and knelt at the river's edge, so that she was sitting on her legs. She hummed a little tune as she went, producing a water pistol from behind her back and filling it with water from the lovely little stream in front of her. She didn't like the quiet that had descended. It put negative thoughts into her mind. She simply had to have noise. Even if it was her own noise. She didn't mind her own noise. In fact, her noise was some of the best noise in the world. She thought so, anyways.
When the water pistol was full, she screwed the small cap back on, still humming her merry little song. It was one of her own ones: one she was very proud of. It had taken a morning to write; a very dismal, quiet, boring morning. It was about...about...hmm. What was it really about again? Oh yes, it was about blah-blah-blah how some girl is a rock and this guy is chipping off pieces to hold on to and...yeah. She'd called it Exits And Entrances. It was one of her good ones, though. She liked it, anyways, filled the silences. And that was all Natesa was after, really.
She lifted the gun into the air, with a flourish and a rather dramatic call of "Aha!" She scanned the area for a potential target, and snickered when she saw a lanky boy walk past, long limbs and an extremely slim frame. However, there was just a kind of...elegance there. Natesa couldn't ignore that. And...and the clothes he had on. She'd feel guilty about getting those wet. But nyeh. She was descended from an Angel of Happiness, so she had a natural knack for cheering people up. If the guy got too mad, then whatever. Not like it hadn't happened before.
She sighed, closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger on the water pistol.
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Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Oct 23, 2012 16:53:55 GMT -5
Sometimes it was nice to have a walk by himself, to clear his head. So much had happened already despite only being here in Alderres for... how long? A week and a bit, right? And already Alex had succumbed to an overpowering seductive charm of a man and sofa-zoned Mackenzie all in one night. Alex inhaled the noxious yet addictive fumes from a cigarette as he mused on this, feeling the smoke fill his lungs completely. Something about Silver hadn't sat right with him. Alex hadn't wanted that. But then why had he done it? He seemed like some sort of witchcraft. The more he thought about it, the more Alex began to think that it probably had something to do with a power or something.
Yeah. Most probably that. It was a rational explanation to his irrational behaviour. Alex wasn't a cheat. The teen made a small scoffing noise and placidly exhaled a long stream of greyish air. Feeling the gravel from the path under his steps, Alex caused a scatter of ash to fall to the ground with an idle flick of his wrist. As much as the young Nephilim enjoyed company, it was good to get away by himself at times. It gave him space to think, even if he did have the peculiar tendency to overthink and end up more stressed than he was before he even began.
Staring down at his brown suede shoes, Alex fell into a comfortable rhythm: step, step, step, inhale, step, step, step, exhale and repeat. He concentrated on the merry albeit sloppy sloshing of the river waters slapping against the rocks as it raced downstream at an unhurried pace. There were a few ducks that quacked at random and the continuous crunch of gravel as he walked. Alex was too engrossed in, well, everything to have time to react to save himself from what happened next...
The next sound that escaped Alex's lips wasn't the tranquil hiss of cigarette smoke, it was a sound that was awfully shrill for a guy. His hands came up in a futile attempt to protect himself but... the water still got him. It soaked his clothes through where it hit and, fuck, it was freezing. He made another sharp noise and flapped his hands, hopping from foot to foot while he looked down at his drenched clothes.
"P-Pero... ¿qué coño te pasa?" Alex gasped, looking up at his merciless attacker. "What was that for?! The water's fucking freezing, chica!" Strangely enough, he wasn't angry. Just shocked for now. He'd just been randomly ambushed with a water-pistol! Alex looked back down at his clothes and whined loudly. His tab lay discarded and extinguished on the floor... it probably served him right for smoking, despite saying he'd quit for the fourth time this week.
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Post by Natesa Elise Mayjor on Oct 23, 2012 17:27:18 GMT -5
Natesa's eyes flew open and she gave a quiet yet jubilant squeal as the water hit where she'd been aiming. Well, damnit, this was kind of funny. That...that noise. Wow. Even Natesa couldn't make a noise quite that shrill, and, c'mon, that was Natesa. She swore ADHD had some kind of mad effect on her vocal range, because her father had actually said once that the way she talked was too fast and too high pitched for human ears. Well. Her father would know that. Human.
Anyway, back to the boy across the park. He'd figured out that she'd done it now, and, well. She wasn't really surprised. She was pretty sure that they were the only two people by the falls just then. And he'd been the first person she'd seen. So she wasn't going to take advantage of that? Why go looking for a target when there was one right in front of you? An easy target, at that. Sure, he'd been moving, but Natesa had pretty accurate aim. And he hadn't been going that fast. He was basically a sitting duck. Poor thing.
She had to admit, she did feel guilty. That outfit...oh gosh, it had been one kick-ass outfit. And she'd just gone and got it wet? Wet clothes weren't nice as it was, and if they were as nice as that, then it was just plain frustrating. Natesa never liked going for people who wore nice outfits, and would only do so if she was really bored. So to have done that, she felt bad. To say the least. But she felt good at the same time.
"Could have been worse!" she called in reply, a laugh underscoring her words. Not a rude, malicious laugh, but just a light, sunny one. Friendly, almost. "Could've been my paintball gun. I was in that kind of mood this morning." Actually, it was a good thing she had decided against her paintball gun. Then she would have been forced to wreck that lovely outfit even worse, and then no one would be happy. She knew she wouldn't be, because, c'mon. That outfit. Damn, she felt bad enough getting it wet. Getting paint all over it? Just no. And she would have hurt this guy. Paintball guns weren't exactly the best things to use. They were so much fun, but they had risks.
"Naw, but in all seriousness, sorry about your outfit." she said, letting a tiny bit of guilt seep into her voice. That was a fun acting technique she'd learned - conveying different emotions in tones of voice. But that wasn't acting, really. She did feel guilty. Who wouldn't feel guilty after ding that? ...Okay. Maybe her, sometimes. She only ever felt guilty if the outfit looked good. And it had, so...ugh, she was just confusing herself now. "It was totally kick-ass before I went and got it wet. Not pleasant. Should have thought, really. It's okay, right?"
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