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Post by tessa on Apr 26, 2011 12:13:14 GMT -5
Well she hadn't gotten the job at the ice cream store. Not for any sort of issues her and the owner had, and not that she would have been bad at the job, but because she was allergic to something in the store. She spent most of the entire interview sneezing, which was mortifying in itself had it not been for the added break out into hives. The store owner told her that she should perhaps find somewhere else to work, and that if it were not for the allergy, she would have been hired. So that was disappointing. She later found out that it wasn't nuts she was allergic to. In fact she was actually allergic to a brand of coolant they used in the freezers. That struck her as an odd allergy, but at least that meant she could still eat ice cream, and that was all that really mattered.
So the search continued, and a few weeks later she was hired at a bar and grill, a well known hockey fanatics paradise. The owners started her off in waitressing but when their bartender graduated university and started a career of his own the store put Tara through bar tending classes on full wages with tips.
She enjoyed it there and despite having always hating the fanatic frenzy some people got into around hockey season, she began cheering and booing at the screens with everyone else, and had even formed an opinion on which was her favorite team. When the night was over she hung up her apron and checked out with the manager, who wished her goodnight as she stretched her arms and legs to prepare herself for the walk home. The bar owners gave her regular time off as well, which gave Tara more and more time to work on her studies and be with Milo.
Also party.
It was after one such party that Tara found herself cussing out one of the guests, resulting in a few clumsy swings before the dueling pair staggered off in their own directions. Tara leaned forward over a trash can and heaved once. It must have been something she ate, she thought bitterly, because she hadn't had that much. She took a seat on the bench and waited for her head to clear as people staggered around her.
"Hey Tara!"
She looked around for the person who was calling her name.
"Over here stupid bitch!"
She grimaced and turned to the other side, looking up at the face of her angry ex-boyfriend. He had a new girl with him and she looked happier than a pig in shit to be with the bastard. Tara sighed inwardly and stood to walk away.
"Is that her, baby?" cooed the junky hanging off the mans arm. "Yeah thats the slut I was telling you about."
A bottle came flying at her and hit her square in the back, making her whirl around to see what it was, then face her attackers.
"Hey fuck you!" Tara snapped, flashing crude gestures in their direction, "take your tiny dick and suck it asshole."
That did not make the man happy, and Tara paled. "shit..." she gasped as he slowly stalked up to her, making her take a few steps back. Where was a cab when she needed one?
((OOC: hope this was okay ))
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on Apr 27, 2011 9:56:26 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]The nightlife suited Hadrian. Darkness, the time of dreams. Not so much for the club's, or the bar's... okay, they were good for getting plastered and picking up - and lucky for him, his "bit's" appeared compatible with Earth females - but it was more for the fact that the only people who came out this late at night were the weirdo's, troublemakers, the drunkard's and the downtrodden. Such were those who came out at night. Which was Hadrian? Hadrian was probably a mix of all four. The night made him more inconspicuous, less obvious to the human eye and that's how he liked it.
Street light's bathed the district's sidewalk's in a yellow glow, reflected in closed shop window's, and causing light polution. Hadrian found it hard to see the Andromeda Galaxy when he was living close to the city. It was easier in rural area's, and out of town where the electrical light didn't spoil the view of the stars. He missed the star's sometimes. He missed his own Planet, where he felt normal. He missed his home. But there was not much he could do about it. He was here now, in this place, and the mess that the human's had brought upon themselves. For better or for worse, it seemed.
Underneath Hadrian's body the loud engine purred, vibrating through him. The Harley was everything a classic should be: power and beauty, strong lines and a great engine. Everytime he pulled his wrist back with the handlebar, the engine accelerated, causing his heart to beat just that little faster and adrenalin to kick in. Riding always served to settle his emotions, give him space to calm himself and to think.
He leaned forward, angling his body so that his elbows met on either side of his rib-cage, leaning in accordance to which direction he chose to turn. As he rode, Hadrian's eyes wandered down to the ungloved hand which revved the engine and watched with his own interest as his three fingers and one thumb squeazed the handlebar tightly, the muscle in his hand tightening whenever he increased the speed.
Hadrian had only driven a car a select few times before in his life, but he had developed a true love for motorcycles over the years. He had become so adept (or perhaps cocky) with his skills that it didn't take much concentration to keep him going. As long as he retained a small amount of conscious attention to keep from crashing, the rest of his mind could wander where it wanted. Which it usually did anyway.
He had seen, rather than heard the disturbance-in-the-make that had begun to occur on the street side, looking closely as he was able to identify two females, and a male. It was obvious who was on the recieving end of thing's too. A young woman was being threatened by the two other's, who appeared to be a couple. And two scenario's sprung to mind. One) Hadrian could speed right past all that, go home, think back to the split second he made that decision and realize that he may never know what could have really happened to the girl. Or two... tires squealed on asphalt as the motorbike came to an abrupt halt, keeping one foot on the ground and one hand at the handlebars, Hadrian waved one of his arms, beconing the threatened young woman toward's him, and yelled out in an accent that no one can quite place, "If you want that pretty face of your's to stay that way then you should come with me!" + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
++ NOTES xx It's fine! Good start to the post! Exciting x ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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Post by tessa on Apr 28, 2011 2:55:25 GMT -5
Tara glared the man down, bombarded by flashback memories of their dead relationship. Some of them were pleasant--- there had to be something that kept her coming back to him all those times before. But most of the images were unpleasant, and fear, frustration and anger accompanied them.
There was no reason for him to hit her like that and she knew it; he didn’t need to spread all those rumours; it wasn't right for him to keep all those secret photos that he passed around to his buddies which eliminated the need to imagine her in the nude; and he most definitely didn’t need to talk her down and use her like some perverted beast of burden and it just wasn’t fair, damn it! That bastard wasn’t going to appear out of nowhere just to pin her down and make her squirm, not after all she went through to pick herself up and brush herself off the first time around.
Tara curled her lip and bared her teeth, lifting her arms in an instinctual avian reaction to a threat. Instead of taking her warning seriously, as Tara had tried her best to look intimidating in order to make him do, the man merely pointed at her and laughed.
“Look at that! ‘Bitch thinks she’s a bird! What a fuckin’ psycho!”
Tara’s face flushed in embarrassment as he and other people surrounding the sidewalk seemed to point and laugh at her. Her ex-boyfriends capped head and strong, muscled features puffed out with pride, as if mocking a small woman who was certainly weaker than he was, was somehow something that strengthened his reputation as a ‘manly-man’. Tara’s defiance was broken for a moment and she found herself staring down a lonely path. What was she going to do? Fight him? Yeah, right. She couldn’t even kill a spider without getting scared first. Run? He would chase her!
But, get on the bike of a complete stranger… She was startled by the man on the bicycle and when he called out to her, her eyes popped wide open. Her ex caught on to the fact that she was being given an option to escape and his vision narrowed. Tara didn’t want to give him the chance to chase her down and so she turned to the curb and ran towards the stranger on the bike.
“Hey, hey! I’m not done with you bitch, get your ass back down here---now!” spat the ex as Tara swung her leg over the end of the bike and leaned forward to wrap her arms around the man’s stomach. She noticed with nothing in the way of awkwardness, that her entire front half was pressed tightly against the strangers back, making them very close…. her ex was coming at a dangerous pace. “Go, go, go!” she cried, squeezing her thighs tightly to either side of the metal beast, expecting the worst from her first time on a motorcycle. Her heart rate spiked as the ex's hand reached out to her and she closed her eyes, burying them into the strange man’s back. Time came to a halt as the ex's fingers stretched even further, seeming to get closer and closer as each second passed. What would happen when he pulled her off the motorcycle? He was already frothing a the mouth that Tara was in the process of escaping. The worse case scenarios disappeared momentarily, and all the shivering woman could think of was getting home, getting to her boyfriend…and never drinking again.
"GO!"
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on Apr 28, 2011 10:17:00 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]Hadrian's eyes, both blue and green followed the red-head as she approached his bike, swinging one of her leg's over to mount it, wrapping her arm's around his stomach, and leaning into him. Satisfied, he straightened the bike so he could place both feet firmly on the ground, before moving his head to face his passanger's would-be attacker. He was a sick looking man. Not in the ill way, or the slang term, but more... disgusting in a way that suggested year's and year's of self-abuse. His lady-friend wasn't much of an improvement either; she was thin by human terms, so was he, but at least his skin wasn't covered in scab's and he didn't look as if it would peel off at any moment. She hovered some ways behind the guy, who was approaching them both now, acting the brave one and yelling out insult's and jeer's. Both appearing tough in their own mind's.
Where the hell did this guy get the nerve to just go ahead and threaten a young woman anyway? The thought made Hadrian's blood boil. Figuratively speaking of course, Hadrian had learnt blood didn't really boil. His never has anyway. It was a term that people had made up long ago to describe anger, or frustration. Anger was not an emotion that Hadrain was usually familiar with. He rarely lost his temper and always felt bad for it afterwards. Getting crabby wasn't usually in his nature. But he had good reason too this time, wouldnt you agree? Yes.
He had to get away from here, to get this young woman away from this terrible place, to safety and to calm down and collect his thoughts. A part of Hadrain was afraid of what outcome to expect, another eager to find out. "Once we're both safe you'll have to explain to me what saw in him. " He suggested, shifting a little uncomfortably as he realised how close this young woman was pressing against him. He heard her little mantra, knowing how desperately she wanted to get out of this place. He realised he was her only real option of escape, especially since the guy's outstretched hand was within grabbing distance. This was trouble. Nothing but a whole heap of trouble he'd put himself in, to get a stranger out.
So, let's get out! A little voice inside of him called. The engine growled as Hardian pulled back the throttle, spinning the back tire around, releasing the break and letting his weight fall towards the handlebar's as the Harley, with barely restrained strength, roared down the street. The streetlight's passed in dull ruddy blurs, chilly wind blowing like ice through his hair, and all Hadrian could think of was how much distance he could put between them and the drunk scummy moron.
Also, where the hell were they going? There were few people hovering by the district; most that they passed were a few idiots yelling at each other, a group of young people, barely legal, staggering arm-in-arm back to wherever they lived, fool's who wear their pants too low. They say the strange and wild come out on a full moon, they may be right.
Hadrian rode until he hit a car park, close to a store where three streetlamp's stood close together. A park stood close by, abandoned except for a few can's of softdrink, paper bag's and one or two pair's of shoes that he could see. Turning the key to the ignition, Hadrian put his feet on the ground to steady the bike. It had been a split decision to stop. He wasnt even sure of what the young woman would think of the decision. He had just helped her out after all what harm could he be intending to do to her?
"Are you okay?" He asked. His voice was laced with a light accent. He turned his head to look back at her, letting one of his hand's leave the handle and rest on his knee. He'd always been careful to ball his hand's into a light fist and to the side slightly to make the fact he was missing a pinky finger ob each hand less obvious. She must already be so shaken up, why scare the poor girl even more. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
++ NOTES xx It's fine! Good start to the post! Exciting x ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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Post by tessa on Apr 30, 2011 3:01:40 GMT -5
"Once we're both safe you'll have to explain to me what saw in him. "
Tara rolled her eyes inwardly. What nerve! Why would he want to know anyway? For all she knew he could be valiantly taking her off into the sunset to put a hatchet through her skull. What would he need to know about her personal life for? She clung to him as he spurred the beast into motion, feeling the tips of her Ex-boyfriends fingers grasp desperately for her pant leg. It felt good to be on the bike, if she had to admit it to herself. She even took a moment to peek through her closed eyelids once she became brave enough. She hardly ever got to go in private vehicles, let alone cool ones! Her Ex had owned a bike of his own but he was human; he couldn’t be seen with a paranormal like her that was just social suicide. What would his friends think of him?
'you’re right, I’m sorry. I'm stupid...' She had replied to him, and hung off his arm, showering him in kisses, desperate for his approval. She remembered apologising many times for being paranormal. ‘I’m sorry, I’m sorry I will try to be normal… ‘ she had begged with him. He merely laughed at her, saying she was never going to change and that she would be ugly like that forever. She had accepted that he was doing her a favour by being with her, and let herself settle into the background as he ran off and did whatever he wanted, while she waited eagerly at home with the sole purpose of pleasing him.
Tara thought she might heave at the thought of it, and settled on putting the memories out of her mind permanently, shifting her thoughts towards the gallant stranger she had so suddenly become tangled up with.
Oddly enough the first question that popped into her head about him was that if they became friends, would he be available to help her paint her living room? She was sure she could enlist the help of Milo and Jackie but another pair of hands was always welcomed and she wanted to do the hallway and the bathrooms and everything. Not to mention rearranging furniture. He was a guy… they were supposed to be strong right? The second thought occurred to her as they pulled into the parking lot and came to a halt under the shade of the golden lamplight; where had he come from, and why had he stopped for her?
“Are you okay?”
He asked her as she clung to him on the bike. Was she okay? She wasn’t sure. As if testing that theory the woman slowly climbed down from the motorbike and stood on her own two feet experimentally. She took a few steps to shake out the buzz that was still going through her muscles and then shook her arms, then her legs one-by-one. She ran a hand through her hair and smiled shyly at him.
“yes,” she said, “I’m okay. Thank you…” she placed the palms of both of her hands on her head and paced the parking lot. “Thank you for everything… I’m such a fucking idiot…” she said, only partially to Hadrian. The alcohol brought out the worst of her emotions, “…that fucking dickwad! Ugh! If only I had taken Milo or Jackie and not let that stupid slut, Lucy, ditch me…but Milo and Jackie, they would have skewered his bloody balls right then and there… but then, I’m glad I didn’t take them with me. I made such an ass out of myself; I mean, I just stood there like a dazed shit-for-brains fucking moron!” she sighed, hot tears coming forward in her dark eyes as she sat down on one of the cement dividers, that kept the vehicles from ramming each-other accidentally. She sniffed and wiped her eyes on her sleeve.
A few tense moments went by before she remember the motorcycle guy was still there, and she looked up at him with an embarrassed, flustered expression. I can’t fucking believe I’m crying in front of a stranger… she chided herself inwardly, perfect! Tara frowned and snapped her gaze straight ahead, “Thank you…guy… but I don’t need any more help; I can walk home from here I think…” she shifted her weight in nervous energy, but didn't know what possessed her to continue talking to him if she wanted to be left alone. She regarded him carefully, "so...who are you? Why did you stop for me? you a cop or something? Or like..." she chuckled dryly, "like a super hero or something? What?"
(OOC: Cool =D I like excitement ^_^ also Tara has very dark hair, but with red-dye streaks in it. It falls naturally straight too, lucky thing. Its not all red like Xara's. Xara's hair is naturally red =) )
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on Apr 30, 2011 8:54:18 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]Hadrian held the bike steady as the young woman climbed off, hiding an amused smile as she shook her arm's and leg's, he assumed to try and rid herself of the strange temporary buzz feeling that a motorbike often left in your body even after you got off the bike. But the amusement was short lived however as the young woman began to pace, muttering to herself and cursing about how much of an ass she was. When she sat down on one of the devider's, eyes becoming moist with tear's, Hadrian looked away, feeling as if he was intruding on something private.
He wanted to tell her that no, she wasnt a dickwad and no she didn't have shit-for-brains, or any of those name's. But why would she believe him? He didn't know her for a bar of soap. They had only known each other for a whole of ten minutes give or take, and barely spoken a sentance to each other in that time.
Hadrian shifted uncomfortably, fingering a small hole in his jeans. He rarely ever bought new clothes, often wearing his old clothing to death until he was forced to buy something more practical. At the moment he was wearing a pair of faded denim's, scuffed at the bottom, with a small hole in the knee. His torso was clad in a black leather jacket over the top of a faded red shirt with a grey guitar printed on the front.
Raising his arm, he rubbed the back of his neck with his palm, exhaling loudly through his nose, before he nudged the bikestand down, swung his leg over and walked over to the devider. Lowering himself so that he sat with his elbows on his knees, he knotted his fingers together, and lowered his head so that his hair fell over his eyes, before flipping it back so he could look up into the sky. What was he going to say?
"I'm Hadrian. Or Drian, for sort." He corrected, and hessitated. "Your sure that it's a good idea for you to walk home?" He tilted his head towards her, so that he could face her as they spoke, and blinked. "I mean, you've just gone through something pretty scary here so your emotion's are probably all over the place." He didn't like telling her how she was feeling. In a way he guessed that he was saying this because he wanted to see her safe to help his own state of mind. She had also spurred another thought into his mind. Why did she think that it was so unusual for a person to help another normal, abnormal, paranormal or any other variation in beween, or not. "What would you have done if that was me being verbally thrashed by an ex-girlfriend and you were on the Harley?" He turned the question around.
A serious question often deserved a silly answer. Especially in times like these where the mood should be lightened up a little bit. Un-hooking his hands, Hadrian fiddled with the sleeves so that he could pull his arm's out and take the jacket off. Grabbing the collar, he held it toward's her wondering if she felt cold. "So, do I get your name?" He inquired. + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
++ NOTES xx Sorry this reply isn't too great! I like Tara's hair! Mine's similar at the moment with the black/red streaks. Hope your having a good day/night x ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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Post by tessa on May 2, 2011 2:58:25 GMT -5
Tara wiped her eyes again and sighed deeply in the night air to keep her emotions in check. She rested her elbows on her knees and weaved her fingers together, letting her head droop so her forehead sat on her two forefingers while her thumbs found her throbbing temples and began to rub out the tenseness that gathered at the back of her head. Her hair felt soft, downy and warm under her chapped hands and that, for some reason, soothed her nerves for that one, slick moment.
She kept her eyes closed as Hadrian spoke to her and tried to keep her thoughts from falling from her mouth again, as per usual when she had been drinking and become upset. She had already embarrassed herself enough. What would Milo have thought of her after all that? She was ashamed of herself but couldn't quite work out why. It was a toss up between her performance for Hadrian and the way she had almost completely shit herself when her Ex showed up, and the kind of power he still had over her. It was frustrating.
She lifted her eyes to meet Hadrian's as he introduced himself and viewed him through a tipsy scope. He was a nice looking fellow, that was for sure. She couldn't deny that he was easy on the eyes, but was relatively unstirred, not like she was when she was around Milo. She straightened out and rubbed her hands together for warmth.
"Hey." she said with a small nod, as if she were trying to sound nonchalant. Traffic trudged off in the distance, though it had that characteristic late-night slowness to it that reminded Tara, more than the darkness itself, that it was late at night. She knew it well from her old apartment, and wasn't surprised to hear squealing tires, honking horns, screaming people who were too drunk to find any way to show they were having a good time other than making a lot of noise for no apparent reason. Was it an adrenaline thing? She didn't get it. But one thing that sent a knot through her gut and twisted her nerve was the sound of emergency sirens. She shuddered.
"No maybe its not the best idea to walk home, I mean... well... I don't know. You already fuckin' picked me up and took me this far. I don't want to bother you anymore tonight for a measly ride home when I could walk in like, an hour or so." she forced a grin and shrugged innocently. He was right about her emotions, but she didn't want to talk about those anymore. She was upset with herself that he could now tell she was emotionally shaken. "It would give me time so I could sober up so my roommates aren't wondering what the hell I got up to tonight." But Hadrian had other ideas than letting the subject go. She guessed she deserved it, being the ass she was and challenging the fact that he'd helped her.
"What would you have done if that was me being verbally thrashed by an ex-girlfriend and you were on the Harley?"
She lowered her gaze shamefully. "I--" she hesitated, and then shrugged. "would have done the same, I suppose...you know, if you didn't deserve it, that is." she smiled in a friendly sort of way at the man, her mood improving as her drunkenness subsided slightly, as well as the buzz she had gotten from the confrontation with her ex'. She continued looking around.
"My name is Tara. Just Tara, nothing special." she looked back and startled, shocked as he offered her his coat. She hesitated and almost tried to deflect the offer. He had done so much and now he was offering her his coat?
"Buddy, you do realize its gotta be about, fuckin'..." she sighed out a puff of steam, "eighteen below? With wind chill? Are you insane?" she chuckled, and took the coat without putting it on. She clutched it gently, enjoying its warmth. "Or are you one of those people who don't really feel cold? Here, take it," she offered it back to him, brown eyes big and vulnerable despite her desperate attempts to look composed and in control, "please...you're already giving me a ride home." She grinned innocently.
((OOC: my hair is red =) I dye it to a few shades darker than it is but I keep it all one colour XP lol hope the post was okay. yours was awesome, by the way =D))
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on May 2, 2011 8:35:11 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]The night air was quite chilly on Hadrian's ivory pale skin. He had only brought a few key items with him; clothes, bike, a few extra dollar's, aside from his person. Obviously unfitting for the cool temperatures. Then again, he was rarely ever prepared for anything. It was only by chance that he'd been able to help Tara the way he had. Imagine what would have happened if he was riding a bicycle? Not that he'd want to really, he always felt a little clumsy when operating one. Motorcycles were faster, better. Besides his was a classic. He paid good money for it, he should ride it!
He allowed his eyes to roam around the mostly darkened street's as Tara spoke, first of her name and then of how she felt like it'd be a bother to him if he offered her a ride home. It wasn't as if it were an inconveniance anyway, where would Hadrian have gone if he hadn't met Tara anyway? He'd probably still be riding around the town, waiting for something interesting to happen, or nothing to happen at all. He was almost grateful to have someone to spend an hour or so with.
The street's were lines with light's, every shop or building was dark, closed up until everyone rose in the morning. He barely registered the noises around him, they faded into the background. Why would he want to listen to them anyway? Car's and other vehicles roamed the street's from time to time, some impatient motorist's taking out their frustration's by using their carhorn's despite the late hour. Across the street sat a little asian man with his head resting against a "two-hour parking" sign and Hadrian grinned in the dim glow of the streetlight as he thought briefly if they were still around the area in two hours, should they wake him up to help him avoid getting a fine?
"I-- would have done the same, I suppose...you know, if you didn't deserve it, that is." As soon as she spoke the word's, Hadrian's mouth spread into a wide grin and he lowered his head as he laughed lightly. "You know, I probably would have deserved it as well." He fell silent for a moment then, exhaling shortly before he decided to speak again. "Well, what would take you an hour's walk would probably take me about fifteen minutes on the bike. Plus you'd be a little more protected from the cold by riding on the back, especially with my jacket on. The quicker the trip, the sooner we could get into something warmer. So in a way you'd be doing the both of us a favor." He wasn't going to argue the matter any further than that of whether or not she should accept his offer. He learnt quickly that there isn't much point in arguing with an Earth female; she'll usually do what she wants to in the end. No harm using a little persuasion though. The idea of walking seemed silly. But really, who was he to judge? After all, sitting in not much but a shirt and jeans in about, what did she say it was? Eighteen below? That didn’t really qualify him to be judging anyone.
"Insane? Maybe. Either that or some sorta alien." He grinned in her direction, but glanced down and looked away quickly, focusing on the different light's cast across his bike now and admiring the different blues and glint of the black paint and leather seat. In truth the cold probably bothered him as much as it did her, but chivary didnt seem to be a big thing here, as Tara's ex-boyfriend had just demonstrated.
He then realised that she wanted to hand his jacket back, as well as finally accepted his offer in giving her a ride home. He reached for it, fingers hovering over the leather. "You're sure? Because if you catch the flu, I'm not taking the blame." + + + + + + + + + + + + + +
++ NOTES xx Thanks! Your good to post with x ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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Post by tessa on May 3, 2011 2:05:16 GMT -5
Tara’s hair floated in front of her vision with the help of a crisp breeze until she brushed it behind her ear, casting Hadrian an odd look. “An alien?” she repeated. It was entirely possible he was an alien. It really did not bother her too much if he was, considering all she was. It didn’t matter where they were from; in a humans eyes what mattered was that they weren’t human. Tara wondered for a brief moment what Hadrian actually was. Then she quickly began to debate with herself on the importance of that knowledge. Was it truly fair to base your acceptance of a person on species and race alone? She didn’t think so, but then again she had good reason, as many paranormals did, to hate the humans and to become wary of them. Tara examined him a bit more closely after that, “I know an alien. Her name is Xara. She says she’s a warrior princess type-thing but I don’t believe her. She’s a big fucking chicken if you ask me.” Tara sniffed contemptuously. “you know, for a ‘warrior princess’ that is.” She didn’t exactly hate Xara but she certainly wasn’t a fan of her. Xara was strong compared to Tara, or so Tara thought, and she constantly felt little next to the foreigner and she couldn’t damn well figure out why. She guessed it was because Xara knew how to defend herself, and so she could choose when to fight and when not to fight, because she always had the option of knowing she could defend herself well enough to get away. Tara could not fight, nor defend herself. Her main mode of defense was surrendering, which did a bloody good job of making her look weak.
A sour look faded from Tara’s face for a moment. It wasn’t Xara’s fault really… so she sighed and brushed the feeling away. She nodded as Hadrian questioned her decision to return the coat. “Yes I am sure I can handle a little cold if I get one---” then she caught a glance at his hands. She noticed a finger was missing. She didn’t want to say anything, trying not to offend the poor guy, but could help but to be a little bit startled. “Uh… yes, I’m sure. Take the bloody thing, okay? It is yours, but thanks for the thought, anyway...” she stood and handed the coat off to him. Her collar blinked in the darkness, splashing orange light all over the place. Of anything, the metal on the collar in the freezing cold made her neck burn. She had stuffed a scarf under the collar that night, however, but the pieces of metal she hadn’t managed to intercept made her wince with pain as she moved.
She pulled at the scarf under it to keep from getting frost bitten. “Oh… fucking thing!” she grumbled, stumbling in the snow as she fiddled with her collar. Her frozen fingers fumbled awkwardly and she kept losing grip. “So,” she grunted as she danced around the parking lot, moving her neck this way and that way so as to get a grip on the elusive fabric. “Are you a paranormal? I am. I’m a shape shifter. Ah!” she cried in triumph as her fore finger and thumb pinched on to the scarf and pulled it up over her neck. She sighed in relief. “Much better…” she then pulled on the bottom of her coat, as it had crept up her torso, and wriggled her pants back into their rightful place. It was the problem with wearing such tight pants: they travelled.
“I only change into a bird though,” she said, waving it off as if it were nothing interesting. “So it’s not that cool. Are you human? I won’t rat on you if you’re not…” she smiled nervously, thinking ‘oh shit what if he’s a human and then takes me in for not turning in illegal paranormals?’, she wiped her palms on the side of her pants and rocked back and forth on her heels, “uh… I mean I guess it’s just not any of my business…”
((OOC: thanks so are you. Do you have any plot ideas? Feel free to add in some random events or something. I don't mind. You can also RP her ex if you feel like bringing him in, or maybe they go back to her place or something. Alternatively, her ex could have stalked them to the lot, then they escaped again after Tara decides she is brave and tries to take him on, and the ex chases them to Tara's apartment and they hide out there, or maybe Hadrian's house. Totally up to you XP I'm just throwing out random ideas.... ))
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Post by Hadrian Brenna on May 3, 2011 8:41:05 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Hello, hello, are you listening? Hello, hello, are you there? You've tuned the voices out but now the symptoms are everywhere You are, you are, you are part of this I know you think you're much more You better think again Because you're one defenceless animal [/glow]Most human's were pretty judgemental by nature; they nitpicked at tiny details on a person's body, their personality, even actions. Just by being a paranormal you risked exposure, meant risking your freedom, even your life in the worst cases. So it was refreshing, even a little surprising to meet someone who seemed unphased at the idea that someone might not be so normal, and spoke so openly about knowing a person from another world.
He wondered if Tara was serious about knowing an alien, or if she was playing along with him. "Which galaxy is she from?" He decided to ask.
It was then that he noticed the collar she wore around her neck; evidence that she'd already been exposed as being something other than normal before. His own fingers subconciously rubbed at his collarbone at the thought of having to wear something like that; day in and day out. The government had recently decided to let paranormal's wear collar's with different colors, as if that'd make wearing them any easier to deal with.
He wondered why he hadn't seen it before. He hadn't really had a good look at her until now. She'd been on the back of his bike half the time they'd known each other, and bathed in a dim light for the rest. Maybe it was because she was on her feet, jidgeting around comically as she tried in vain to manuver her finger's so that the scarf she wore around her neck sat underneath the collar, and then make a little victorious "Ah!" while she adjusted her other item's of clothing. He looked away, out of respect as she pulled at the seam's of her coat and her pants into a more comfortable possition.
He had chuckled when she handing the jacket back to him a second time. Not because she'd just proved his theory wrong, but the way she spoke as she did it, "Take the bloody thing, okay?" "If you're sure," he took it, weaving his arm's through the sleeves and flicking the collar up as he zipped the front up to his chest and fely pleasently surprised at the sudden, albeit only slight change in temperature.
Tara continued to dance about as she spoke, and he coughed sharply, eye's becoming large as her next question caught him off guard. "I... yeah, I am."It felt strange admitting it. Hadrian hadn't told anyone before. But it felt right admitting it to another paranormal; it felt safer. He wondered briefly what a human would be feeling if they were the one admitting they were an alien on his planet. Would they feel the same? He didn't see why not. Hadrian rubbed his hand's together for a moment, before pulling back the sleeve's to exposed both of his hands, he rose to his feet and held them out to her, wiggling each digit one-by-one; two, three, four, five, six, seven, and eight.
"Our species aren't too different. I guess because our galaxies are so close," letting his hand's drop, and sink into two pocket's on each side of his jacket, he looked up at the star's then, or what he could see anyway. The light polution the city created made it difficult to make out, but of course cloud cover wasn't helping either. "The major differences are our fingers, toes, and a third eyelid," he deliberately widened his eyes then, blinking the transparent lid's to demonstrate. "I cant tan either. And my bones are stronger than yours." He smiled. "I'd be grateful if you didnt say anything. What's that expression... if I rub your back, then you'll rub mine? I think I got that right."
"Why is it you can only change into a bird?" He inquired, his interest piqued, but a movement out of the corner of his his peripheral vision, made Hadrian move his gaze to a shape behind Tara, and he instinctively pulled one of his hands from his pocket's, placing it beside Tara's arm as he moved himself so that he was in almost in front of her, facing the approaching female as she walked with an uneasy gait toward's them. "Oi skank!" As Hadrian's eyes fell on her, she gave him a quick wink and a drunk giggle. "Babe, they're over here!" she called over her shoulder, and Hadrian had a good guess who she was calling to.
"Dont you have anything better to do?" Hadrian's voice was laced with contempt. The woman giggled. "I could do you if you want." Her tongue curled about the side of her upper-lip suggestively. Hadrian sneered. "Tara, I think it'd be a good idea to get back on the bike." It was more of a suggestion than it was a statement.
The next figure who appeared made Hadrian's skin crawl. The man was disgusting. Probably a head or two taller than Hadrian, he looked as if he hadn't bathed for a while... or shaved... or fed his floosy. Hadrian could see the outline of her bones. He really had been serious in wanting to know what Tara ever saw in this guy. Tara's ex stood beside the other woman. "You grab her. I'll get the hippie."
"Hippie?" Hadrian's nose crinkled.
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++ NOTES xx I like those ideas! Didn't think to use Tara's ex either. We'll both use him for this thread? Mix thing's up a little bit. Should they have a car? Have the ex and floosy in the car chasing Hadrian and Tara on the Harley. ++ TAGS xx Hadrian // Tara
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