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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 6, 2007 20:16:24 GMT -5
((I hate english class... It's rather boring, and the rest of my class is rather slow. It sucks))
"Wow... Get much money babysitting?" Lee smiled, laughing slightly. "Doesn't get a little hetic with that may kids running around?" She could imagine the messes the foster homes were, the messes she had created herself. The thought made her laugh agian, this time full out. She was getting rather comfortable around him. This made her stop laughing, and study the man in front of her agian. Her mood swings had to be confuisng for him, she knew she could be very disturbing to those who didn't know her.
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Post by Milk on Sept 6, 2007 20:29:55 GMT -5
((lol. i'm not sure about mine yet...new school. i just know it's hot and a lot of the guys are obnoxious.))
"No." he replied to her statement about babysitting, smiling slightly back to her. He smiled even more at her second statement and her laughter. Damon looked up, chuckling slightly. "Depends on who you ask. All the doors say it doesn't get hectic, but the rooms of the children say otherwise." he answered, still looking at the ceiling. Lee was interesting to him. She had an odd habit of changing her moods rather quickly. He turned his head back to her. "You're odd." he told ger in a teasing manner.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 7, 2007 21:29:10 GMT -5
"I'm crazy." Lee replied back, looking straight at him with a straight face. A tune came to her and she sang it under her breath:
All my world is falling fast, My hopes my dreams are second class.... As I watch helpless my world falls away.. Day by day...
Smiling slightly, she held out the doll to him. "I'm almost positive this is yours... I mean it just looks like something you would play with!" Lee laughed, at her obvious strangness, and then smiled full out. "Freak you out yet?"
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Post by Milk on Sept 8, 2007 0:32:22 GMT -5
Damon grinned and took the doll and moved her hands in a playful manner. "Hello...Um....Uh....I don't remember your name..." he told the doll in a boyish tone of voice. A little girl ran in and grabbed the doll roughly out of his hands, then darted out again. He smiled at that. Cute kid. Wonder how long she was eavesdropping for... he pondered to himself, staring at the ceiling in light thought. He seemed to have a habit of this. "No...You're not freaking me out yet." he replied in a murmur to her question, then shrugged. "And how crazy are you?" he asked, looking her in the eyes, his burning with slightly intense curiousity.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 17, 2007 19:57:00 GMT -5
"Very," she said smiling. Her eyes followed the little girl out of the room, then coming back to Damon. His eyes were intense, and she frowned slightly, trying to figure out why he was looking at her so. Shaking herself mentally she decided she was just being a little crazy.
"What do we do now?" She asked, shifting from foot to foot. If Damon was this nice, then the others couldn't be that bad. Her brain was still telling her to be careful, for they had kidnapped her, even if they were nice, that they were still someone not to completely trust.
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Post by Milk on Sept 17, 2007 19:59:59 GMT -5
((HI!!!))
Damon shrugged and looked elsewhere. "Dunno. There's just about everything in this place...Being that the family is still around and kicking until the curse gets us all..." he muttered, looking out into the hall to observe a small scuffle between two of his brothers. He sighed in irritance. Rowen and Crate...Why do they always fight like that?
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 17, 2007 20:10:02 GMT -5
"Curse? The way you have to turn into gargoyles?" Lee also looked out in the hall smiling at the two fighting boys. "Reminds me of me and my brother..." She said under her breath, running her hand thoughfully through her hair. It was a habit of hers, and when she took her hand away, her curls were mussed, falling into her face. Lee was used to it, and didn't even notice. She was thinking back to the days when she wasn't on her own, just a kid.
The small fight arruptly stopped as one of the boys looked this way, and saw her. His mouth dropped, and he started to walk there way. Just as he did, the other boy threw a punch, and fell flat onto the floor. Lee giggled, then remembered the other boy, and shifted self conciously behind Damon. Her fingers automatically curled into the back of his shirt, holding onto him as if he was a life line.
((Been having some writers block. Hi to you too))
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Post by Milk on Sept 17, 2007 20:16:54 GMT -5
"Yeah...You have a brother?" he asked, watching the fight. Damon and Rowen had gotten into fights quite often as boys. They were what was called in his family 'direct brothers.' Although they were all related, some were more so than others. He smiled at that memory of being told that when they were little, and then just nodding and running off. Ha...And that day we both beat the shit out of each other... he thought, chuckling as his brother, Rowen, got clobbered by Crate.
He felt a hand curl onto the back of his shirt. Damon tilted his head enough to see that Lee had hidden behind him and was gripping his shirt. He arched in eyebrow in curiousity, but said nothing and turned back to them. Rowen was walking towards them, while Crate left to brag to his direct siblings about his latest victory.
"Rowen, this is Lee. I believe you only met her earliar by appearance." Damon introduced. Rowen nodded, his long hair shifting slightly as he did this, and offered a hand to be shaken. "Hey, Lee....I'm Rowen." he introduced in a mumble. Damon chuckled. He always has been self concious around pretty...around girls. he thought, reminding himself in the middle of his thoughts to only get attatched in possible friendship with the captive, and only at that.
((that sucks, but same here kinda.))
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 17, 2007 20:41:04 GMT -5
Lee felt her cheeks redden when Damon turned to look at her, an eyebrow raised in questioning. Still, she didn't move as the boy approached her, even when Damon introduced her, she stayed put. Finally, the boy, or now she knew, Rowan, held out a hand to her, introducing himself agian after Damon just had. Her cheeks reddened more, for she was acting childish, when usally she was outgoing and friendly.
Forcing herself to let go of Damon's shirt, she moved out from behind him slightly, just enough to shake Rowan's hand. "I'm Lee. But I guess you know that..." She said quietly, her eyes fickering back and forth between Damon and Rowan. She could see the simalarities between the two, but the most obvious difference was how the two carried themselves. Damon's shoulders were back, and he seemed very sure of himself, where Rowan was acting a lot how she was right now, kind of shy and standoffish. "Pleased to meet you." Lee got out after a few seconds of silence, still forcing herself not to hide behind Damon.
Really, she was scared. Damon was at the moment, the only partially familar thing she could cling to, his light manner with her drawing her out of her protective hole. Now another person had come along, and even though she knew he wouldn't hurt her, she wanted to hide herself back into that hole, reducing into a quivering ball agian. What had happened to the bad mouthing opinionated young woman? Deciding not to be a total wimp, she stood her ground, but not moving all the way out from behind Damon.
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Post by Milk on Sept 17, 2007 20:54:52 GMT -5
Rowen pulled his hand away after a moment of shaking and looked at the two. He was still being a bit shy, when suddenly a mischevious glint flashed through his eyes. He smirked and poked Damon in the chest. Then turned and walked away. There was some kind of hidden meaning in that poke, but Damon wasn't explaining.
Damon sighed. Not again... he thought and turned to Lee. "Why'd you shy up all the sudden?" he asked her softly, curious. He didn't make any comment about the poke, and pretended it didn't happen.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 17, 2007 21:02:18 GMT -5
Lee stared after Rowen for a second, confused. Something was beind that, and it it was something to do with her. She heard Damon talking to her, but really wasn't listening, until Rowen turned the corner and went out of her site. She then turned her attention back to Damon, who was looking at her. If it was possiable she went an even brighter red, and hung her head.
"I...I...dunno," she finally managed to get out, and started to back away from Damon. She held tears in. Why did she feel like crying? Man, life was screwed up right now. Here she was almost in tears because a guy had asked her a question. A guy she had been hiding behind a second before. She looked down at her multicolored nails, and her convese. The punk girl had to be under there somewhere. Tilting her head up, she looked back at Damon, but didn't say anything else, once agian shifting her weight from foot to foot.
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Post by Milk on Sept 17, 2007 21:07:51 GMT -5
Damon watched her move from him, her face bright red and looking like she was about to cry. What the...Bipolar maybe? he thought, but shrugged off those suspicions. He didn't care. As long as it wouldn't severely effect him or anyone in his family, he'd be fine. And the contest is on...Again. he thought.
That poke had meant, I think I might like her. I bet I can win her over and you can't. Damon and Rowen had done this before, twice actually, with 2 women they knew. Rowen had won both times. However, one had been informed that they were going to be participating in a game, and it was whoever could get one to reveal their deepest secret first. The second one would be like this situation, unfortuneatly.
"Anything you would like?" he asked. "To do, eat, or drink?" Damon looked down the hall when he heard footsteps of the little ones who had wanted to play earlier. They were running by quickly, playing tag. He smiled and watched them turn down different hallways or through little trap doors.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 17, 2007 21:17:48 GMT -5
Lee mumbled a no, and went back into her own thoughts. She was still trying to figure out what had gone on between Damon and Rowen. Now scratching her odd colored nails, she winced when the paint came all the way off. Interneally she cursed at herself, for the nail polish kept her from biting her nails, a nasty habit she had picked up from constant worry in her foster homes.
Kids ran by, and she looked up a second, following them with her eyes before looking down at her clothes once more. How strange she must seem, a girl with tight jeans and a band tee in a house full of an old family. Self conciously, she picked a peice of lint off her black tee, rolling it inbetween her fingers as she tried to ignore Damon's glances in her direction.
She had to seprate herself from him, this thing between him and Rowan could be dangerous, and she was already too involved. Who knew what it could be? A challenge to kill her? A challenge to make her totally embarassed? No that one was ridiculous. The first was more realistic, for she still didn't know why she was here, and why Damon was attending to her.
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Post by Milk on Sept 17, 2007 21:24:41 GMT -5
Damon nodded and looked away. He was getting chilled a lot easier now, being that it was fall and the evenings were very chilling. He'd often find frost beginning to appear during this time of year on his skin, when he wasn't a gargoyle. I hate these seasons. But I don't care for spring either. Summer...I like that one the most but do not care much for it either. he thought, shifting and turning to walk away from Lee.
"I'm going to get warm. I'll be gone for an hour or so. Don't try anything." he stated, turning slightly to face her at the top of the stairwell. "Rowen or another sibling of mine that you've yet to meet, but I'm pretty sure is easy to trust, will attend to you in my absence." Damon nodded his head once, his way of saying good bye for now, and disappeared.
Rowen was defending himself in the family room. "Rowen. Either you or Pear needs to go and attend to Lee. I need warmth." he told his brother, who grinned and nodded. "Gotcha." Rowen replied and watched his brother descend to the basement, before running up the stairs to find Lee.
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Post by Super Awesome on Sept 17, 2007 21:44:36 GMT -5
Lee watched him go, a slight panic welling up in her chest, but she didn't move after him. Why did he have to go get warm? His skin looked frosty, a weird white color. Her eyes followed him as they had followed the children earlier, and she stood, as if rooted, to the spot she had been standing in for the last few minutes.
She heard footsteps down on the stairs, and striaghtened slightly, looking in curiousity to find out who it was coming up them. A child ran past her once more, screaming Rowen's name. Frowning slightly, she pulled her hair over her shoulder, tying it back with a hair tie that had been around her wrist. In the place that the band had been, was a red line that circled her wrist. Scratching at it, she didn't notice when Rowen finally came into veiw.
((if you'd describe what Rowen looks like agian, it would be greatly appreciated. My short term memory and all...))
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