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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 1, 2009 23:21:41 GMT -5
Cera gripped her thin jacket tightly around her. She knew she should have gone with a cotton sweater. Though not half as cute, it would have kept her warmer. She shivered as a droplet of water splashed onto her jacket soaking through the thin fibers.
She contemplated her choices. She could get out her umbrella from her light bag that she was carrying and not be able to warm herself, or keep it where it was and continue hugging herself for warmth. She chose to use her umbrella.
Her cold fingers fumbled with the clasp on her bag. Finally, after coating the soon-to-be frostbitten fingers in hot breathe, she was able to open it. Cera ripped the umbrella out of the bag and struggled to get the parasol to open as quickly as possible. The umbrella spread open and she hastily hoisted up above her head preventing the deluge of more freezing rain. Cera skipped quickly over the rocky path, hoping to get home as soon as possible.
Along the way she passed several empty park benches. It seemed kind of desolate now with no one out enjoying the normally sunny day.
Coming under the shade of a canopy of trees made the temperature drop a few precious degrees. Cera shivered. She was almost home, in fact, the trees were already thinning out, opening up to the town beyond. She only hoped she would get there before night settled in, blanketing the area in a velvety blue that convinced a person of utmost safety. Cera knew better.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 2, 2009 15:46:32 GMT -5
Seth sat, enjoying the rain splashing down from the sky like many tears of angles. It seemed that the world was in a bad mood today, and was spitting at its inhabitance. Rain had been coming down in torrents ever since that morning and the clouds had stayed too, enhancing the sense of gloom. These conditions had made one of those rare days which allowed Seth to go out during the day.
It had been rather pleasant, walking around the town, through all the hassle and bustle. He had found it almost comical, all the people running through the downpour, trying not to get wet, even though that was impossible. He had strolled through the entirety of the town, taking in all its sights and sounds. “It’s very different here at night” he thought “A lot less happy, a lot scarier.” He smiled, he was the scary part. He now sat on a park bench, utterly soaked, but enjoying it all the same. He sat there in remembrance, thinking back to all the fun he had has as a child, playing in the rain. A memory suddenly brought itself to the front of his mind. It was of him and a nameless friend riding their bikes around in the rain. As they rode by a couple of girls, trying to look cool as they passed, they had ridden through a fairly large puddle, spraying the girls with rain water. The girls then proceeded to not talk to the pair for a few weeks. This incident brought a smile to Seth’s lips. He had been so adventurous as a boy and a little too carefree.
The rain continued to pound down on the earth and although the rain was freezing cold to most people, it felt mildly warm to him. He watched as people scurried by, with their faces buried in a hoodie or hiding under an umbrella. He watched as a girl struggled to extract her umbrella from a bag, her fingers fumbling with the clasp. Finally she managed to open the bag and retrieve the umbrella. He watched her continue on her way, back toward the town. A few minutes after she departed, he decided to follow her, he was getting bored and he thought it might be fun to watch her. He stood and walked briskly after her. Her scent clung to the air, making it easy to follow her.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 2, 2009 19:29:50 GMT -5
Cera walked even more quickly as she noticed a boy sitting on one of the empty park benches. Her first thought was, he shouldn't be here. C'mon, no one was out this late at night especially not sitting on a bench being soaked through with freezing rain with perfect indifference.
Cera pretended not to notice the figure, it was even harder to ignore him when she saw him get up out of the corner of her eye. She could feel her defenses breaking, everything inside her screamed run!
It didn't take Cera long to figure out she was being followed by him. The fact that she had already been worried about other things had her senses sharpened. She tried vainly to think that maybe he was just going the same way. Or the fact it might not even be him, it could be someone else entirely. She listened carefully to the light footsteps that walked even with hers. There was only a sight difference, but she could tell it was there. She didn't dare turn around. She refused to give away that she new she was being followed and that she was scared. Cera was too proud for that.
Her breathing would give her away though if they got too close. She was hyperventilating, a nice way to let of the stress she was feeling at the moment. She watched as the mist formed in little clouds around her mouth. Cera needed to gain control and handle this coolly. She forced herself to breath normally, not letting any signs of how this was affecting her.
Her knuckles were turning white with the force of her tightening grip on the umbrella. Cera figured if she held it tight enough she could easily swing it around and whack the crap out of anyone stupid enough to get too close. She just hoped whoever did get too close would be the person following her and not an innocent bystander. She let out a slightly hysterical giggle at what the look on the person's face would be like. A random person walking up to a random girl who looked just a little out of her mind and getting shanked with an umbrella. Cera's giggling wouldn't stop. She clapped her free hand over her mouth in an attempt to make herself shut up. The arm holding the umbrella was starting to shake though, either with exhaustion of nerves Cera couldn't tell. She walked faster.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 3, 2009 21:56:14 GMT -5
Seth could smell the fear coming off of her. Why did everyone get scared when he followed them? He wasn’t going to hurt them, most of the time. Occasionally they did have a reason the fear him but not today. Today he wasn’t thirsty, he was following her for the hell of it, but of course it still scared her. At the next ally he turned and paused, waiting for her to get farther ahead, trying to cool her suspicions. After three minutes he continued on his way. He could see her in the distance, but was sure she couldn’t see him.
As he walked, he stared through the brightly lit shop windows, some already had their Christmas displays up, others were slow in taking down the thanksgiving ones and a few were advertising sales or clearances. He thought about slipping in and buying a new pair of pants, or maybe a whole outfit. Then maybe not, he was soaked and in a grey short sleeve and jean shorts. It would look odd if he walked in like that while everyone else was so bundled up. He could see the look on the sales rep now, priceless. He would do it another day, he was busy now.
He strolled passed an electronic shop. TVs glared down at him and the people chatted faintly from inside. He walked on watching the girl ahead, quickly becoming bored. Was she ever going to get where she was going? It was getting late; he wondered if she was going home. Only one way to find out, he kept on following her. Still too far behind for him to see her.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 3, 2009 22:13:53 GMT -5
Cera relaxed as soon as the footsteps faded behind her. She quickly glanced back to make sure. A few people were standing around shops, talking, walking around. She had a sudden burst of loneliness. Cera had long since moved out of her parents' house and was now living with one of her friends, not having enough money to support herself.
She held out a hand. The rain had stopped, that explained the sudden appearance of life again. Cera had been too scared to notice that she had still had her umbrella up to protect herself from the now non-existent rain. It was still outrageously cold though. She fumbled with her bag again and slipped her umbrella back into it.
Cera continued walking, glancing back every so often the paranoid girl that she was. Still, just a load of people milling around the town. Then, she gasped. The boy she had seen earlier was walking along the road too. Cera wasn't sure, he was a long distance away. She tried to convince herself she was seeing things, it could be him, but it didn't mean he was following her. Besides, it might not even be him anyway, she was too far away to properly tell correctly. Just the same though, she hugged herself tighter and trudged along.
Her friend's house was loomed closer, filling her with ease. Being close to a familiar place made it easier to calm down. Anyway, if anyone was following her who didn't know this place, Cera could get away pretty quickly. It was only a matter of jumping a few fences and finding a few hiding places.
Cera finally reached the door to her friend's house, her home, her safe haven from what lurked in the dark. She rapped on the door a couple of times, desperate to get inside.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 3, 2009 22:47:06 GMT -5
She got to the front of a house at the end of the street. He could hear her knocking, it was rapid, and a little frantic. He stopped and turned to look at the window while keeping an eye on her. The window was a Christmas display which featured a sled being pulled by the stereotypical eight reindeer and one with a red nose. A huge bag of presents, much to big for the sleigh was placed in the back seat, while a little Santa occupied the front. The whole display was surrounded by fake spray on snow.
She continued knocking on the door; apparently she didn’t have a key.”Why doesn’t she have a key?” He wondered out loud He started toward her again, keeping to the shadows that crept up across the sidewalks. She was pretty, he decided. She would probably look better if she wasn’t soaked, and scared. He looked up at the sky. The clouds were clearing and a few stars twinkled through the breaks, like little fireflies. A dog started barking in the distance, but all else was quite. It was eerie even to him.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 3, 2009 22:57:41 GMT -5
Cera was now swearing profusely at the fact that she had left her key inside the house. Of course, the one night she is out late and alone and completley scared out of her mind. The situation was made worse by the the fact that her friend didn't seem to be home. Why?!? Why did her friend have to choose this night to spend late-night partying? Didn't she even care that her BFF was stuck outside with no one else to turn to?
Cera reached into one of her soaked pockets and brought out her phone. Dead. Dead as a phone that hadn't been charged in two days. Sam could have left all kinds of messages about why she wasn't there. Why she was somewhere else and not here when Cera needed her most? She struggled uselessly over her phone, willing the screen to light up and tell her she had missed a million calls and messages from Sam. She groaned and gave up.
Cera stood beside the door and slid down the wall into a sitting position, burying her head into her arms.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 3, 2009 23:08:12 GMT -5
He decided to give her a good scare; it was too good of a chance to give up. He ran as silent as a ghost, flying over the pavement. He jumped the fence, and landed in the grass. He came to rest right next to her. All this had only taken a few seconds, so he sat there watching her to see if she had noticed. It seemed that she was to intent on her own situation to notice him. “Hi” he said quietly but just loud enough for her to hear. He then flashed his biggest smile, and waited for a response.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 3, 2009 23:20:21 GMT -5
Cera clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from letting out a blood-curdling scream. She kept her head down, hoping that whatever had just spoken to her would leave. Would think that she hadn't heard it just then. Then just maybe it would disappear. Poof gone. All a figment of her imagination.
She knew deep down that that wasn't the case. The thing would be standing right beside her, waiting for what she would do next. Cera struggled to tame the fear that threatened to burst from her in a violent flash. She imagined herself attacking it then running. She clapped the other hand to her mouth to block the hysterical laughter. Why did she have the problem of making herself laugh when she was in complete terror? Even she couldn't think of an answer to that.
Cera took a few needed, calming, deep breaths. And looked up at her stalker.
He looked the same age as her with long, dark hair and pale skin. He looked like a ghost compared to the nighttime backdrop. Maybe he was, maybe he was a ghost. Before Cera could stop herself, she whispered shocked,
"A-are you a ghost?!?"
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 3, 2009 23:30:26 GMT -5
He looked at the terror, in her eyes and then the question “Are you a ghost?” He fell over laughing; rolling with hysterics it truly was “ROFL” He hadn’t laughed this hard in years, and it made his insides hurt. He would of cried if he could’ve but of course he couldn’t. Finally the laughing stopped, he was still shaking but he could control that. He looked at her and almost broke into laughter again “No, I’m not a ghost, I’m just good at sneaking.” This had made following her all worthwhile. He decided to be nice, “I’m sorry, it was just the perfect moment.” He waited for her to punch him; she looked like she was about to. He smiled again, a big grin and started laughing again. He just couldn’t help it, her face was classic.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 3, 2009 23:40:38 GMT -5
Cera stared at him, pure rage filled her. He had been following her all this time just to give her a good scare? He was dead meat, he'd better start running. She watched him shaking with peals of extremely annoying laughter. She seriously almost growled at him. What was she? An animal? The boy had to have been laughing for a solid five minutes, she almost smacked him to make him come to his senses, but she refrained, because he probably had none to begin with.
"You're just good at sneaking?" Cera practically hissed out between her teeth. She was one hundred percent sure she was shaking with the ferocity of her anger. "It was just the perfect moment? Her voice was shook too with blind rage. She struggled to keep her hands to herself. Cera failed.
In about a second she had flung herself at him and was trying vainly to beat the crap out of him. He deserved every flippin cut, scratch, and bruise that she was going to inflict on him.
"You...dirty...stinking....crap head stalker.." She growled between punches, "Think you can just....sneak up on me....because it was the perfect moment....well!....we'll, just...see....about that!"
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 3, 2009 23:50:56 GMT -5
She was trying to hurt him; it was the funniest thing that had happen to him in a long time. He had never thought that anyone would try to hurt him. He let her beat on him a few minutes her fists hit him with enough force to shake him and her face right in his, shouting any insult she could think of. Unfortunately she couldn’t do any damage all that energy was a waste but it would let her release her rage. After a minute or two he slipped out of her grasp and climbed the nearby tree, she could still see him clearly and from in the tree he kept laughing. “You are feisty aren’t you?” He yelled down
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 5, 2009 10:47:30 GMT -5
Cera growled again as suddenly her fists weren't hitting anything. How dare he move? She wasn't finished with him yet! Cera felt dumb, moving her head side to side to find where the little punk had gone. She smirked, he was hiding from a girl.
His stupid laughter gave him away. Her head snapped up to the tree above her where the boy sat laughing. "Wha-how did you...?" Cera whispered confused. There was no way he could climb trees that fast especially since there were no lower branches to climb up.
"You are feisty aren’t you?” He yelled down at her from his place in the tree. She refused to answer.
"Hiding from a girl, are you?" Cera taunted and sneared. "I'm I too scary for the little stalker boy?" She let her taunts hang in the air, begging him to mad so he would come down and she could finish beating him up. It bugged the crap out of her that he didn't seem hurt now.
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Post by Seth Micheals on Aug 5, 2009 13:25:26 GMT -5
“I’m not hiding” he retorted “I’m just keeping the little girl from hurting herself.” Seth contemplated returning to the ground; as soon as he did she would continue beating him. Although it didn’t hurt him, she would end up bruising her hands pretty bad. He looked down; she was still giving him the evil glare. His t-shirt was torn in quite a few places from her attempts at hurting him; he’d never be able to wear it again. While he removed his shirt he yelled down “You owe me a new shirt, that one was my favorite.” He gave her a puppy dog face before grinning at her again. Everything was so funny to him at the moment.
He jumped, leaving his shirt in the tree, and aimed for the hand rail that ran parallel with the stairs. He landed, barley making any noise. “I’m ready for my next round on pounding.” He said, a grin spreading across his face. He waited for her to launch at him. He wasn’t going to put up a fight, that would probably piss her off more but, he wasn’t going to hit a girl. That could get him into a lot of trouble, he didn’t need trouble right now.
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Post by Ceralynne Marie Stewart on Aug 5, 2009 14:53:43 GMT -5
"Of course you're not hiding." Cera gave one of her signature smirks. She almost broke into a full smile at the fact that she had ruined his shirt. He flashed her a puppy dog face that made her catch her breath for a half-second before he smiled again. What was up with this guy? Was he on new medications or something? Cera giggled quietly.
Cera felt her face move into a huge plastic grin as he landed next to her though she had gotten all her anger out the first round. So what if she had mild anger issues? It wasn't her problem, it was the problem of anyone who made her mad. Plus, she wasn't about to admit that fact to herself anyway. She didn't have to convince herself that she had any flaws.
“I’m ready for my next round on pounding.” He grinned again. He acted like such a little kid. He was annoying. In a hot way. If it was even possible to be annoying in a hot way...?
It was unfair to her that he looked good without a shirt. She could hardly form a coherent sentence when his muscular chest kept getting in the way. Humph. Cera felt her plastic smile's edges slip downward into a grimace. She kept her arms folded against her chest to prevent her anger from blossoming again. "S-shut up stalker." She said simply after a few tries.
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