Title: Coins in the Foutain
Syrabella Winters - August 13, 2008 07:25 PM (GMT)
This little nook of the park was empty except for a few small critters scurrying around the bases of the wide trees that were like sort of sheild from the view from the road. Rose bushes also littered the outline of the area, leaving breaks so people could pass through and look about. It was here that Syrabella decided to relax for a while, the day lost to empty job requests she applied for but failed to get. It brought her mood dangerously low so to perk it up she held a cup of warm coffee in one hand and a designing book in the other eyes flicking from page to page not really noticing anything around her. She felt confident that if someone unpleasent neared she'd be able to sense them through her Empathic abilities.
Her body sat upon one of three stone benches that were angled around the centerpiece of this section of the park, a large statue. The little plaque in front of it explained that it was the Goddess Aphrodite, symbol of love and relationships. Water was spilling out of a pitcher she was holding, her face angled upwards towards the sky. Bella didn't pay too much mind to it, other then that it was a pretty piece of artwork. The sound of moving water was nice, and you could see copper and nickle in the bottom of the fountain where passerbys and hopeful lovers tossed coins in for wishing.That sort of thing wasn't for Syrabella, who just stuck to her reading.
Emerence LaRoke - August 13, 2008 11:49 PM (GMT)
Emmy had been walking through the park, her mind consumed with a decision she hadn’t been able to make. And it was making her miserable to not make it. Weeks had passed since she had learned the Nickolas hadn’t been faithful to her, and in those weeks she had done nothing more than sleep elsewhere during the day. She hadn’t even so much as talked to him about it. And the indecision wasn’t helping anything. If anything, in fact, it seemed to be making her grumpier. Or maybe that was just the rather uncomfortable bed she had chosen. Why was she the one kicked out of the bed anyway? He should have left. It was her house. Her bed. She gave a sigh as she sat down on a bench by a statue. She didn’t have to read the plaque to know what it was. She had been visiting this park practically every night.
Currently she was wearing a black mini skirt, a red top that tied just under her breasts, leaving her entire midsection exposed to the chilly night air, and had long flared sleeves, and knee high boots. Her hair had been straightened and was hanging down her back, with her newly acquired bangs complimenting her face perfectly. Apparently dressing the way she had had made her stand out. Which, of course, meant she had to start trying to blend in. So she had taken herself off to the mall, which she hadn’t minded in the slightest, and bought herself an entire new wardrobe. Which wasn’t complete. She would be constantly adding to it, of course. Especially the shoes.
Pulling her knees up onto the bench with her, she hugged them to her chest, her chin resting on them. No matter how much she thought about it, and which way she looked at it, there seemed to be only one solution for what had happened. And it was one that she didn’t want to do.
Emerence had always been the type of girl who could never be with more than one person (or vampire) at a time. It was just the way she was built. And she had never considered that Nickolas wasn’t like that as well. That he might have no problem going to other girls when the urge hit him. And she didn’t think that was something she could live with. She supposed she could talk to him. Let him know that it hurt her when he not only took up with another girl, but didn’t tell her about it. Kept it a secret when he knew she would find out. It was practically impossible to keep a secret from her, after all. But she didn’t want to make him miserable either. And if he was going to other girls, then he obviously wasn’t getting what he needed from her. The only decision, therefore, was for Emmy to leave him. But that scared her just as much as anything else. She just didn’t know what to do. She wished there was someone who could just make all of her decisions for her.
Syrabella Winters - August 16, 2008 09:22 PM (GMT)
She was just sitting there blissfully reading, lost in the flow of words that could so easily draw her in and leve the rest of the world behind. That is until her body got a shock of emotion that made her dizzy for a moment.It caused her to shiver and feel a bit on the ill side. Trying to get things sorted out she took a moment to seperate her own emotions from the negative ones that invaded her mind that had already began to make her feel low and melencholy. Closing her eyes she counted back from twenty, twice, the emotions still strong but not taking over as much as before when she had been unprepared for such an event. For over an hour her happy little bubble had gone undisturbed so she hadn't been cautious.
She tried to get back to her reading, but the flow of feelings keep ebbing at the back of her mind, sending small waves through her. Sighing, Syrabella figured the personor persons must be lingering nearby otherwise such things wouldn't still be occuring because she was attempting to push them out. Setting in a bookmark she closed the literature and let her eyes scan the shadows first before the more open grassy area for some figure to pinpoint these insessent feelings. If she was lucky she wouldn't have to get up to look around, the young woman didn't want to stand out.
A flash of red caught her eyes first due to the bright contrast to the stoney setting. Bending her body she leaned far to the left to inquire further, her curiosity also now peaked. She couldn't get a full view of the person due to the statue in between but from what little she did see was light coloured hair and paled skin to go along with the red top. Leaning back over, she felt out with her own abilities, betting that this was the emotional bombarding culprit. However Bella tried to ignore the fact they were there. People get sad, she didn't need to interfere, they would surely buck up and go.
Clearing her throat she opened her book again to read but the words just blurred in front of her stubbornly, the gaze continually going back to the figure in red. Perhaps it wouldn't be too terrible to have a further look, just to make sure they're alright. Scooting down her own bench, she leaned far out once more to glance at the stranger, trying to go unnoticed.
Emerence LaRoke - August 17, 2008 06:46 AM (GMT)
Emmy played with the laces on her boots, her eyes staring unseen at the interaction. She was frantically trying to sort out her chaotic thoughts, but she doubted she would ever make sense of everything she wanted to understand. She could never, for instance, understand how he could casually go with another girl. As if she didn’t even exist. Or, perhaps, just as if she didn’t matter. She couldn’t honestly decide which was worse. Or why it was affecting her so much. She had always managed to distance herself. Keep from caring enough that she would get hurt when she lost them. So why had she let herself get so close to Nickolas? It had been stupid of her.
She was jerked from her thoughts when she realized that someone was approaching her. As caught up in her own thoughts as she had been, she had never even thought to check the vicinity to make sure there wasn’t anyone hanging around. Be it human, or perhaps an enemy to a vampire like herself. She tensed for a second, until the clear scent of human filled her nose. With a sigh she relaxed again.
Her eyes glanced unwelcomingly at the girl as she glanced around from the other side of the statue. Most vampires would have welcomed the distraction that she posed. But at that moment, Emmy doubted very much that she would be able to eat, even if she were hungry. In fact, for the first time that she could remember, her next meal wasn’t even on the list of things in her mind. Not even the last.
The girl had obviously been trying to go unnoticed. But how badly she was doing was actually humorous. If you wanted to not be noticed, you walked by casually. You don’t lean as far as you can away from a bench to try and get a good look. That wasn’t casual. That was obvious. She could obviously use some instruction on the art of unobtrusive observation. Something the Emmy had had many years of practice in.
“Is there something you needed?” She asked, not even trying to hide the annoyance she felt at this intrusion into her private thoughts. It would suit her quite well if the girl would go back to whatever she had been doing before becoming interested in her. Although she couldn’t help but wonder what it was that had caught the girl’s attention in the first place.
Syrabella Winters - August 27, 2008 04:40 PM (GMT)
She'd been caught. The observation technique she was attempting apparhently wasn't a very good one in choice, for the girl's irritated eyes looked straight at her. Offering an awkward and sheepish smile Bella let out a half chuckle, a bit embarassed about the situation. She coud understand the girl's tone, it matched the mood coming off of her, for no one really liked their privacy invaded. Clearing her throat she straightened her body up more so she wasn't leaning haphazardly outwards at such an angle with the moody female still in her eye sight.
"My apologies, I didn't mean to disturb you." Now she felt quite foolish, this is what the empath got for putting her nose in others business. Sometimes her gift was such the curse, it made her act impulsivly. 'It's just... The words seemed to get stuck on her tongue. Maybe Syrabella should let things lie where they were. Though the girl still deserved some explination for her rudeness of intrustion. "I couldn't help but notice you seemed rather down." The tone light and soft as she spoke, trying not to sound snoopy. Though she already probably appeared as such with her actions so far.
Was there still enough to salvage that the girl might ignore her oddities and Syrabella could just mind her own and finish the book? No, the mood was already set, and if anything the young woman would most likely get up and leave if she offended the other young female too much.
Emerence LaRoke - August 28, 2008 09:06 AM (GMT)
Emmy stared at the girl who had disturbed her thoughts. Ones that she wished she hadn’t been dwelling on in the first place. And yet, ones that she knew she had to give time to. But maybe this interruption was a blessing in disguise. Perhaps what she needed was a drink to focus her thoughts. Make things clearer.
Her expression cleared as she stood and started around the statue to where the girl was sitting on a bench identical to the one Emmy had just been curled on. A book was laying on her lap, explaining the girl’s presence. But not why she was out so late at night. Didn’t she know how dangerous the city was at night? Obviously not. Reading on a park bench was not something that should bring a person out of their homes after sun set.
“Actually, I think it was good I was disturbed.” Emmy told the girl in her quiet English voice. “The thoughts I was dwelling on wasn’t pleasant. In fact, they seem to have been keeping me from doing things that I normally wouldn’t even think twice about doing.” Like finding an easy meal in the middle of the park.
Sitting down beside her, though, images suddenly started filling Emmy’s head. She hated when that happened. Though she could read almost everyone, some had barriers up that forced Emmy to have to actually search for those images and words. But some, like this girl sitting here, were wide open. Like a book almost. Actually, maybe more like a movie. One that played only for her benefit.
But these images forced Emmy to sit back a bit and consider the situation. Who would have thought that she would come across an empath here. It was a very interesting development. One that she didn’t think she could simply pass up. After all, in all of her years, she hadn’t once come across one such as she.
“How very interesting.” She muttered out loud. “An empath. And just when I thought life was too interesting, fate saw fit to place Syrabella the empath in my way.”
Syrabella Winters - August 29, 2008 02:47 AM (GMT)
The girl's words took away some of the nerves she was feeling moments ago, it didn't appear as though she was that upset after all. A small sigh of relief came out, and thoughts of what those normal things were popped into her head. Yet she wasn't going to pry by asking. Now her small smile was genuine as the young woman spoke and moved, Syrabella's thoughts becoming calmer and forgetting all about the book in her lap. That story could be finished another time.
Internally she felt much more serene as well since she had gotten control of pushing out the other girls emotions, and also tried to block anymore that might be floating around. The air around though was less depressive and more warm, perhaps even thicker. Though that could just be Syrabella's imagination, which can run away from her at times.
However, with a simple sentence all of that confidence and at-ease that had just happened vanished. Now the smile faded into an "o" of surprise and her skin blanched considerably. It became hard to swallow as her heartbeat quickened on its own. Of all the unexpected things she expected to run into in this new city, being discovered so quickly and offhanded was not one she had on her list.
"Who...who are you? How do you know about me?" For the first time since she'd arrived the empath was truley frightened. Being discovered, held many dangers that she didn't want to expirience. The stranger suddenly became much more interesting and more of a threat then first expected. She tried to keep herself calm and emotions under wraps, too much and she'd overload with the possibility of passing out. Not such a good tactic for the moment.
Emerence LaRoke - August 29, 2008 08:11 AM (GMT)
Emmy felt a slight smile tugging at her lips as she realized how easy it had been to make this human feel confident. Just a smile and a few words of encouragement had the girl preening. How simple. If she had been thinking properly she would have had a taste of the girl’s blood right then and there while she was thinking that Emmy was no threat. But it was most likely a good thing she hadn’t. She had never drank the blood of an empath before, but there were rumors, mere whispers, that to do so would cause the empathy to transfer to the drinker. And feeling everyone’s emotions was the last thing she wanted to do.
The smile only grew as worry suddenly streaked across the girl’s face at Emmy’s words. Her face drained of blood, leaving her looking quite unappetizing. How quickly the mood could change. Going from content to afraid in mere moments. Amazing, really.
“Calm down.” She told the girl, drawing up one leg to her chest. She flicked her hair behind her should and gave the girl a considering look. “If I had wanted to harm you, trust me, it would have happened by now. Lucky for you, however, I just find you interesting. Besides, I doubt my stomach would actually allow me to eat. It seems to be in turmoil, as I’m sure you have sensed.”
She gave a sigh as she looked at the girl’s tense face. It seemed quite evident to her that she wasn’t going to calm down unless she gave more of an explanation. But she doubted just coming out and saying that she was a vampire would put the girl at ease. First of all, how many people in the world would believe such a statement? And, second, that basically just made her all the more dangerous.
“Look, let’s just say that I’m kind of like you.” Emmy told her. “Except that instead of emotions, I read histories. Sort of. Like, right now I know your name and that you’re an empath. I have no idea exactly what was going on, but that’s what I got from the scene that just ran through my head. If it helps, I’ll introduce myself. My name is Emerence. Though most call me Emmy.”
Syrabella Winters - September 4, 2008 05:42 AM (GMT)
The girl's words were true, if she was going to cause Syrabella harm she had plenty of oppertunity to do it already. Though the last statement about eating...it puzzled her. She'd have to draw upon those thoughts at a later time though. However, her body language clearly showed how she was'nt quite comfortable just yet. Fidgeting slightly she listened more as she spoke.
Eyebrows arching up in surprise, the next statement wasn't any she'd heard before. "Histories? That sounds....quite unnapealing. Even more stressing then my ability. Now she felt slightly nervous for a different reason, what all of her history did she see? Bella wasn't proud of all her moments. But her fears were put to rest when she was told that only slight information was withdrawn. Now her shoulders slackened as the muscles relaxed a bit more. Yet she couldn't be caught off guard.
"Emerence. Unusal name. It's pretty. Um, nice to meet you Emmy." Tentativly she offered her hand, years of poliet ettiquet poured into her brain since a child. You always shook the hand of someone you meet. Syrabella wondered briefly if Emmy could tell she was shaking a bit, her emotions going a bit haywire. Like electricity they were jolting at random moments and beginning to cause a headache. "And, I apologize again for intruding like that...it was rather rude of me." Though was she totally sorry? Not completly, it ended up with her meeting someone like herself. That made her almost estatic, curious no doubt as well.
Emerence LaRoke - September 4, 2008 09:29 AM (GMT)
Emmy watched the girl carefully. Despite her assurances the girl definitely wasn’t ready to simply accept her word. Smart of her. If she knew what Emmy really was, she would be running in the opposite direction. But more than likely the girl didn’t even suspect that vampires were even real, never mind that one was sitting on the same bench as her, conversing as if there was nothing unusual about either of them.
At her comment, Emmy just smiled. Though she did find her abilities quite stressful at times, more often than not, it was a blessing rather than a curse. Knowing whether it was a friend or foe walking towards you was probably the best thing for anyone to know. It had saved tem more than once.
“More than you’d guess.” She muttered quietly, then sighed. She couldn’t just sit around brooding about it anymore. And this girl was as good a confidante as anyone else. She doubted she would be telling anyone about the girl who had known her name without having been told that she had met in the park. If she tried, she would most likely come off as nothing more than simply insane. “Actually, sometimes I learn things I simply don’t want to know. Like a betrayal.”
She smiled at Syrabella as she held out her hand for Emmy to shake. She had obviously been brought up with some sort of manners. More than most of the young people she had met. Most would maybe introduce themselves, but more than likely would have simply ignored her. That was what people seemed to be good at these days. Ignoring everyone around them. Emmy didn’t understand that attitude. How were you supposed to meet anyone new when you constantly had your eyes turned inward? And without meeting anyone new, how were you supposed to gain friends and loyalty.
With a sigh she held up her hands and shook her head. “It is a pleasure to meet you as well, but I’m afraid that I cannot shake your hand.” She paused for a second. “Actually, perhaps it would be more accurate for me to say that you do not wish for me to shake your hand. It would just allow me further access to memories that neither of us want me to see.”
Syrabella Winters - September 15, 2008 05:55 AM (GMT)
Quickly she withdrew her hand placing it in her lap to rest on top of the other. "Sorry, I guess I'm still not thinking very clearly. Trying to get over the surprise of you and all." The mentioning of betrayal made her mind flicker to just breif moments earlier when Syrabella picked up on the girl's downtrodden emotions. She thought quietly to herself that betrayal might have been what casused it all. Of course she did not ask such, that would be rude to do with someone you just met.
The young empath pondered a moment and speculated on her situation and Emerance. "I'm actually rather glad I happened to bump into you. It's...rather nice to know I'm not the only one around who isn't exactly 'normal'." Though the abilities differ, she was sure that Emmy had to be careful with her gift as well, and that it would be a dreadfully hard ability to bear. "Have you always been like this? Are there others around here like us?" Bella closed her mouth looking sheepish. "Sorry, I shouldn't bombard you with questions like that. We've only just met afterall." The empath had to cool her curiosity down a notch. She didn't want to cause Emmy to leave for any reason. Never would she have expected to want a conversation at such an hour with a stranger. The new big city seemed to hold much more surprises for her than she anticipated.
Taking a deep breath she composed herself. Caught between wariness and curiosity, it twas an odd place to be in. Crossing her ankles she attempted to put a neutral face on so not to give herself away anymore. She'd done plenty of that already and needed to keep things even. Emmy now knew more of her than she did of Emmy. So Bella tackled her emotions and kept her mind focused, glad for the clear evening air to help with that.