Doesn't make Sense (S I O N)

[• Echo]

"Hey!"

James Rasmussen pulled his head up sharply, his keen eyes quickly picking out the burly-looking man who was walking angrily towards him, wearing a manager's uniform. He looked down at the pair of dark-tinted glasses, and further down to his bag, where the rest of the merchandise he had taken was hidden apparently not as well as he had first thought.

Crap.

Lifting his eyes back up to the man, who had to be at least twice his size, he took a couple of slow steps back, watching as he came closer, waiting. Right when they came into reach of one another, James slipped the sunglasses into his bag and reached out to the sunglasses rack, yanking it out of its place and sending it careening into the floor, rolling into the man's legs.

Spinning around, he took off, weaving his way around the aisles to the exit, pushing through a group of girls who shrieked and scattered, before he burst through the glass doors. The high-pitched screeching of the alarm momentarily shocked his ears, and he averted his eyes from the bright, flashing lights. He didn't pause to see where he was going, but just took off instead, putting distance between him and the store. Although he may not have been quite so big, he was fast, and he didn't have to worry about the shop manager less than a minute later. Slowing down, he came to a stop besides the park he had known as a child.

Reaching into his bag, he carefully pulled out the sunglasses, making sure they had not been damaged. Smiling, he ripped off the tags and slid them into place over his eyes, before pulling the tags from the rest of the things he had taken. Finding a trashcan nearby, he dropped the papers into it and kept going, not even flinching as a cop car drove by behind him on the street.

Maybe it hadn't been worth it, stealing from the store; he had the money, after all, but he just didn't care anymore, and the rush was fun. Tilting his head back, he looked up at the noonday sun, or next to, letting the heat bathe his skin. It was June, with summer just around the corner, and he was in high spirits. Soon, all the schools would be letting out, and he wouldn't have such a hard time finding girls to "hang out with", as they would no longer be spending half their days doing nothing. Because, in reality, they were only ever there so he could feed easily, and they never stayed around for long. Yes, he used them; he used just about everyone he met, and he didn't care at all about them. As far as he was concerned, it never really hurt them, the marks would fade within the hour, and they never had a lasting memory of what had happened, so it was all okay.

Sitting down on one of the swings hanging from the newly-remodeled swingset, he kicked his feet against the ground and let his backpack slide off of his shoulder, setting it beside him. Looking down at his wrist, he checked the watch that lay there, smiling a little when he saw classes would be getting out within the next forty minutes. This park wasn't far from the school buildings, and most kids, high shoolers and elementaries, had to walk past it before getting home.

As he watched the street, a girl began to walk past, her long auburn hair falling neatly down her back in long curls. His eyes caught on her, or, more specifically, her long legs and shapely form, and a moment later he was pushing himself up off the swing, swinging his bag up onto his shoulder once more, and starting off after her.

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Brayz was tapping her pencil on the desk, looking down at the exam infront of her. She narrowed her eyes at one question. Snarling she flung the papers off her desk and got up. Picking up her miniture spongepop backpack adn swinging it over her shoulder. The teacher called out to her, but Brayz walked out the door without hesitating to turn back. She burst through the doors, throwing her backpack into a trachcan and grinned. She flashed off towards the park.. Towards home.. As she was walking Brayz was alerted by the tang of a vampire. She sneered, glaned over to the side of her when she seen the guy walking towards her. Brayz flashed fangs at him, soon she was upon him. Holding him down to teh gorund with grave strength, her hand wrapped around her neck, beginnign to crush his lungs. " What do you want! Don't you know it's bad to follow a hybrid.. If I wanted to I could easily rip out your heart." She manged to snap out meaningful words. Then she let go to see his hard gaze, snarling she whirled around. Walking away slowly, she looked over her shoulder and stalked off towards home again. But she smirked over at the guy, until she turned to look back infront of her.

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Sorry so short:(

[• Echo]

James' body tensed slightly as she whirled around, but he made no move to defend himself as the angry hybrid turned on him, knocking him to the ground. His eyes narrowed, but he didn't give her the satisfaction of knowing she had something on him; instead, his eyes just glinted mischieviously up at her until she released him. Resisting the urge to rub his sore throat, he pulled himself up off the ground, casually dusting himself off, though he never stopped watching her.

"I'd love to see you try," he retorted, shaking his head slightly. She began walking off, and he watched her go, until she turned around to smirk at him. Lifting one eyebrow up in question, he started off after her again when she turned back around.

"Nice to meet you, too," he commented sarcastically, watching her carefully.




Nah, you're fine.

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Brayz pricked her ears to hear him testing her. She sneered, her eyes burned with scarlet swirls. Blue veins under her eyes popped out to show finely now. But she controled herself, stopping she looked at him. Brayz flung her bag over her shoulder. " Why-Are you following me?" She asked slightly annoyed. She scanned over him, he was cute-yes. But was he worthy, seeming to how he was, probably not. She didn't know anything about him, he could be a rapest! Or a murder! Who knows. But Brayz could handle herself, she was a hybrid for crying-out-loud. Running her hands through her lush auburn hair, and the thrusting her hands into her back shorts pockets-awaiting for an answer.

[• Echo]

( Uhm, I'm sorry, but what? I'm confused; that's powerplaying. A lot. )

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Opps, again sorry. Ha, I don't realise I am sometimes, but I re-edited it. So now it's more understandable(: Sorry bout that little screw-up haha.

[• Echo]

Ah, it's fine, we all do it (;


James stopped abruptly as she turned around, his hands in his pockets, looking like a typical bad boy. He rolled his eyes slightly. "Maybe my apartment is down this way, as well?" he asked smartly. It was, actually, though he knew that wasn't the real reason he was going that way, and he was fairly certain she knew, as well. It's not like he was really planning on doing anything to her; now he was just curious.

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Brayz rolled her eyes in his comment, turning around-shaking her head as she did so- Brayz walked off. Calling over her shoulder as she was starting to pop her ear phones into her ears, " Don't follow to close to me then." She smirked. Large red head phones wrapping around her neck. She took out her IPhone and scrolling through her music playlist, soon stopping at one song names: 'Faded' By: 'Tyga featuring Lil Wayne'. She put her phone back in her back pocket and thrust her hands into her coat pockets, the song bursting into her ears. She murmured the lyrics.

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