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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 18, 2007 3:05:25 GMT -5
Each wooden stair creaked under Adele's feet as she ascended the case. A drunk couple pushed passed her on their way downstairs, and shouts to her echoed their way up from the basement. But Adele did not look back or answer the calls. The cool night air rushed up and greeted the blonde teen as she pulled open the door, and clouds of warm smoke followed her out into the yard before the door slammed behind her. For a moment in the basement, Adele had blacked out. And then she was sitting on top of some guy, punching him repeatedly in the face. She was sure he looked familiar and that she knew him from somewhere, but after a couple moments of wailing on him, none of his features were distinguishable. There were two other guys lying on the floor nearby in similar states of defeat, and a fairly large circle had formed around her. Strangely though, Adele heard nothing of their shouting, and was only aware of her friend, Dierk's presence after he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her away. Then, she'd thumbed her nose, grabbed her beer and left, saying nothing to Dierk. "D*mn," Adele stopped and looked back at the door to the basement. "I'm a c*nt." She debated for a moment whether or not she should go back downstairs and apologize to Dierk. But something told her she probably shouldn't go back in. Turning away, a few people in the yard glanced at her as she passed, but did not approach or speak with her. "I got to stop drinking..." she spoke to herself as she walked down the sidewalk and took another swig from her beer bottle. She was also a little high, but not so bad tonight. Thinking back to it, that last guy Adele had beat up was the owner of the house and host of the party she just left. She giggled, yes giggled, softly to herself for a moment as she walked out of the neighborhood, admiring the redness of her knuckles. What was getting into her lately? She prayed this wasn't some sort of Lycan PMS, and she sincerely doubted it was. Part of her knew it was her situation with Mathias; she hadn't heard from him since the explosion at the Den. And as far as she knew, he had been there when it had happened. Adele looked up at the stars as she walked. Oh yeah... Those guys lying on the floor had hung out around Mathias a lot. And they had been the ones to start sh1t with her, insinuating that she was a wh0re and a cowardly traitor for disappearing from town. But they had dared her to hit them, seeing her anger; and when she was drunk, she took jokes and dares very seriously. That's how it started. But Dierk had been on her side. The stars seemed so bright at the moment, and shone like the crappy glitter some of the girls at the party were wearing. And *she* was the wh0re. Chugging the last of the beer, Adele crossed the street, but misstepped on the curb and landed on her behind. She sat in the street for a moment, looking down at the empty beer bottle in her hand. Something about it disgusted her, and she chucked the bottle violently away, letting it shatter on the concrete. Looking around, there was a parked car not too far from her, and the city could be seen waiting a couple of blocks down. Adele threw up the hood of her sweatshirt, and bent forward to pick at the fray of her jeans where a hole had been ripped into her knee. "Hmm..." There were blood stains on the thigh of her blue jeans and on the sleeves of her hoodie, but those were not so noticeable because it was black. Pulling herself off the ground, Adele sighed. She should have said something to Dierk before she left, or turned him, or something. She pushed the hood down and away so her long, blonde hair could fall where it wanted, and headed toward the city. Alcohol didn't seem to have the same effect on her any more, it seemed. Or perhaps she just hadn't drunk enough tonight, even though she'd blacked out, because the feeling was starting to leave her as she began to sober. She really needed to leave this place and get back to business.
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Post by Sinclare Strokes on Oct 21, 2007 2:48:26 GMT -5
"Hey" A voice called out from behind the girl with the hood over her head. A man jogged towards her, two beers clinked in his hands as he ran. His steps slowed as he neared. He was afraid of receiving the same punishment as the others at the party. "You put on quite a show back there. He said when he neared her side. "You left something back there by the way." He presented the beers in his hand. "These." His voice had a chipper tone.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 21, 2007 5:24:48 GMT -5
"Hey!" Adele stopped and turned partially as the voice called out, staring coldly at its source, half expecting a challenge. But the tone of his voice seemed light and his approach was not hostile. Still, she remained silent and watched him impassively at first, and was about to search her pockets to figure out what she had left behind, until the stranger presented the beers. "Oh," she laughed softly, and turned to fully face him, "Thought I forgot something." Taking in this tall man's appearance, he looked somewhat similar to the other people at the party, but there was something about him that stood out. Screaming that he was not the same as the rest of the deadbeat Humans infesting the basement of that house. Something; but what it was, Adele could not exactly pinpoint at the moment. This guy's emerald eyes shone mischievously under the street lights, and she couldn't remove the small, quirky smile at the edge of her mouth as she reached for one of the beers. She hadn't even seen this guy at the party, although there had been many people there, but it was obvious he'd been in the basement during her blackout. "What can I say? F*ckers had it coming." She didn't really care if this man knew any of the guys she'd beat up; and if he wanted a fight, she would oblige. But that did not seem to be what this man wanted; although, what did she know? Cracking open the beer and taking a drink, Adele met the stranger's gaze, "Don't know what I would have done without this. Thanks." She rose it slightly toward him before taking another drink.
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Post by Sinclare Strokes on Oct 21, 2007 12:49:25 GMT -5
"You would have went thristy, thats what you would have done." The man smiled. "Anyways, where are you going?" He shifted a large pack on his back His American accent stood out against the girls German accent. The boy smiled as he looked into her ashen eyes and felt something inside him stir. Not the usual desire that usually arose when he saw a pretty girl, but something deep inside himself. Something that appealed to both sides of his nature. "I'm kinda glad you responded to English, I don't know why I didn't use German." He let out a chuckle. "Oh, I'm Sinclare by the way." He cracked open his beer and extended his hand. "The blood is quite attractive actually, the rips good too."
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 21, 2007 13:19:33 GMT -5
“I wuz going to check out a bar… or crash in the nearest convenience store,” she sure as Hell wasn’t going back to her mother’s dump. Lifting an eyebrow, she intoned, “Where are you going?” And then waved a hand at his comment of the languages, “Half the town speaks English, cuz of the d*mn U.S. military base near here.” She stood there for a moment, tapping her fingers on the beer bottle after Sinclare introduced himself, and then gripped his extended hand firmly, “My name is Adele.” Alright, perhaps the grip was a bit tighter than firm, but it wasn’t enough to hurt him. His last comment amused her, and she laughed a bit, “Yeah,” she agreed, “It’s all good fun. Except for them, I guess. Was I too hard on them?”
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Post by Sinclare Strokes on Oct 21, 2007 13:30:31 GMT -5
"Nice firm grip. Well, a pretty little thing just needs someone to be hard on I think. Now why are you crashing at a convenience store? Not from around here either? So what other languages are from here? I've got a hotel room if you'd like to come back with me. Now don't get me wrong, I am trying to pick you up, but not that fast. Plus I don't think that little ol' me would stand much of a chance against you, now would I, and I think you know that too." He smirked playfully. "So shall we?" He extended his arm towards town. "Oh, by the way, Usted tiene asombrando bastante ojos." He winked at her hoping that his linguistic skills impressed her.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 21, 2007 14:18:58 GMT -5
"Uh.." Adele was quiet for a moment as Sinclare unloaded everything from his chest, and she took another drink of the beer, looking down at the ground breifly. Then back up at him, "Ok," she responded with a confident smile, and continued on toward the city with Sinclare. He was interesting and seemed fun, and though he seemed to have higher strength within him, Adele was not intimidated. "I used to live here, but I'd rather not go back to my mother's. I'm not too fond of the smell of h0e. And German is the common tongue throughout... Germany, just in the cities with bases is English common." She smiled a bit, amused and somewhat flattered by his wink, although she had no clue what he had just said to her, "Ich habe keine Idee, was das Sie nur fickt, haben gesagt. Aber Sie scheinen kühl." Adele grinned for a moment, pointed teeth showing through.
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Post by Sinclare Strokes on Oct 21, 2007 14:51:00 GMT -5
"Oh, sharp teeth I see, well I do like to bite. Talvez podíamos morder eachother e vê onde vai de aí. That was portuguese by the way, the first one spanish. I haven't quite mastered German yet, but lets see... Gut was ich gesagt habe, war, „Sie haben ziemlich überraschend Augen. Und ich habe es bedeutet. He walked step and step with the girl. "Whats the nicest place to stay in the city?" The boy put his hand on the shoulder of the girl, testing the waters of her level of comfort with him. "You hungry?"
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 21, 2007 15:33:28 GMT -5
"Oh, sharp teeth I see, well I do like to bite..." Adele laughed at that; if he only knew. "D*mn, where are you from? How old are you?" She had no clue what he kept saying, but he sure seemed to know a lot of languages. What the hell was someone like him doing in a hole like Würzburg? [German: "You use many words."] But she smiled at his compliments, this attention was kind of awkward, and yet nice. But was he crazy? Did he really think she knew where any 'nice' places in the city were? "Eh, the nicest place in town, is out of town." But as he mentioned it, she realized she was a bit hungry, she hadn't eaten anything at that party. Finishing the beer, Adele did not move away as Sinclare's hand found her shoulder, and she dropped the bottle to the street as they walked. "Food is good." There were plenty of clubs and restaurants down a couple of blocks that served food.
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Post by Sinclare Strokes on Oct 21, 2007 15:43:59 GMT -5
[German] 'I have a knack for learning. I do enjoy trying new things" He stopped after she put the bottle down and flipped it onto his foot the popped it up into his hand. He tossed it at a telephone pole and watched it shatter into dust. He caught up with her and put his hand back on her shoulder. "I'm from the states. Illinois actually. I'm taking a tour and some time off before I start school." Like I even need school he though. "and I am 19, what about you? Where would you like to go eat? It'll be my treat." He slid his hand down to her lower back and edged in close, hoping for a witty retort. She seemed simply complex was the best way he could put it. He finished his beer and set it on the ground.
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 21, 2007 16:23:24 GMT -5
Wasn't that fun; she watched in amusement as he kicked up the bottle and chucked it at the pole. She played hacky sack too, but her throw wasn't that good. "D*mn," she was amazed at what he must have seen on his tour. "I'm.. 17." And she didn't go to school anymore, nor did she plan on returning. As he came in closer, she looked over at him blankly, looking up from where his arm came behind her, up to his face. "Your treat, hmm?" She c0cked her head slightly, "Maybe I'll make you my treat. I think I could use some more blood on my pants." There was a hint of playfulness in this, and she grabbed a good handful of his shirt, pulling him in front of her as she walked and then pushing him lightly away. Across the street a restaurant's lights shone brightly ahead. Adele had never been to this place before, but it was as good as any, she supposed. It just looked a tiny cafe, "Let's eat there."
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Post by Sinclare Strokes on Oct 21, 2007 16:33:51 GMT -5
"Feisty, I like it. And I don't know what kind of person you think I am, but I'm no ones treat on the first date." He chuckled. "So does that place look good? Anywhere around here have WIFI?" He walked a few steps ahead of her and slightly off to a side to keep an eye on her. Usually he doesn't feel the need, but something in her says don't push your luck. "Sorry if I ask alot of questions, I only met those guys earlier today. I just got in the country this morning, but luckily for me I make friends easily."
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 21, 2007 17:14:22 GMT -5
The cafe looked good to her, "Looks fine to me. Doesn't it meet American standards? This place should have wireless, but a couple blocks down closer to the military base, there is a restaurant that would definitely have internet. And they accept American money." Adele couldn't help but smirk now as Sinclare kept his distance and his eyes on her. She wasn't the type to sneak up behind someone and stab them in the back, she'd let them see the knife coming at them. "You make some pretty cool friends," she said lightly. When she'd lived here, she had hung out with them a bit before, but coming back after a year away, they didn't seem so cool anymore. "Sure you don't want to try and avenge them?" She smiled and a mischievous light flickered in her eyes. Perhaps she had used a little much force on them, they were only Humans after all.
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Post by Sinclare Strokes on Oct 21, 2007 17:24:55 GMT -5
Ok, well I'm gonna need the internet before we get to the hotel. American standards? I think someone made a joke." He chuckled. "Yeah, those guys were real cool, womanizing and all... If you hadn't stood up for yourself I would have. I swear some day I'm going to end up in a dumpster somewhere if I'm not careful... As for avenging them, no, but I may still want to get physical with you for that shove earlier." He turned around and gave her a wink. "But then again, I'd have to ask you to go easy on poor me, I'm a lover not a fighter." They walked to the diner and he opened the door for her with a smile. "So tell me a little about yourself, I mean I have been rambling on and on." He walked over to a booth and slid in and pulled out his laptop. "I'm going to be on this, but I promise you that I am listening intently."
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Post by Adele Holst on Oct 21, 2007 18:21:40 GMT -5
"Be careful, then. There aren't too many nice dumpsters you could end up in." Her grin was playful now, and she sat across the table from Sinclare. A middle-aged woman came by introducing herself as their waitress, and she placed two glasses of water on the table along with a double-sided menu card. Adele laughed when he accused her shove and said to going easy on him, "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have been more sensitive to your feelings." She already knew what she wanted to eat, and looked at the laptop curiously as he pulled it out. "Well," she started, a quirky smirk at her face, "I'm actually behind on my quota tonight. I mean, I thrashed those three guys earlier, but I still need one more to round out the night." She grinned and shook some of the hair out of her face, preferring not to get into a conversation about herself at the moment, "What's that you're doing?"
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