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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 14, 2013 17:19:50 GMT
It grew boring. Walking around almost searching for something. Christos wasn't even sure why he was wandering in the first place. He was pretty sure it had something to do with Rex not playing video games with him. So he switched out of sweatpants and into his enforcer uniform so he could go out wandering.
Somehow he ended up at the park. He sighed to himself and rolled his eyes. He was stupid. This was boring too. He should have at least dragged another enforcer out with him. Now he was stuck in the park with nothing to do versus stuck in the complex with nothing to do.
Pooch, or Christos, looked around quickly to see if there was anyone around. When he didn't see anything, Pooch smiled to himself and jumped up to grab the bar from the swings. He the proceeded to do about 20 pull ups. After he was done, he jumped back on the ground. Not even a bead of sweat was forming on his face. He needed new things to work out. His arms could only get so big, right? He thought so.
Deciding that it wasn't like we had much else to do. Pooch sat down on one of the swings. He took out his phone and started messing with it before that got boring too and he threw it on the ground with a sigh. He needed to get a life. Or new friends. Either would work.
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 14, 2013 19:05:30 GMT
It was another typical Saturday morning for Priscilla. She woke up, just as the sun was rising, in her dorm room at her new home. There wasn't much she liked about this place, but she did like how she had a dorm room all to herself to do what she wanted, when she wanted. Priscilla slowly sat up in her bed, and stretched for quite some time, thinking about what she was going to do with the day, considering there was no class. Any place is better than here right now, she though to herself.
Creeping slowly out of her bed, Priscilla peered through her window. What a lovely day, she decided, with a hint of sarcasm in her thoughts. It was bright and sunny, which would ideally be the perfect day, but Priscilla wasn't all for bright and sunny. Though, suddenly anxious about getting out of her dorm, she rushed to her dresser and slipped on some high waisted jean shorts, a loosely fitting, floral printed, tank top, and some Greek-looking sandals. Priscilla took a step back after getting dressed, looked into her full body mirror, and decided that her look could use some jewelry. She threw on some gold bracelets, and diamond studded earrings. After adding the final touches to her outfit, she combed out her hair and headed for the door.
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Priscilla could see the park, only a block away. It wasn't too far from her dorm, but still, it seemed like miles to her. Eventually reaching the park, she noticed a man doing pull ups on the swing set, and decided that he wasn't too bad looking. Though, she didn't want to approach him just yet, Priscilla knew that she liked him, well, the outside of him at least. She watched as he finished doing his pull ups, and saw him sit on the swing. At last, she decided there could be no harm with starting a conversation with him, so Priscilla started to walk towards him.
She noticed that he took out his phone, and stopped for a second. Maybe he's going to call someone, she thought, and she didn't want to interrupt him. But she seen soon after that the man threw his cell phone at the ground. Or maybe he's just having a bad day, she finally decided, but still continued to walk towards him.
Finally reaching him, Priscilla leaned against the bar of the swing set, smiled at him, and said "You almost impressed me with those pull ups."
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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 14, 2013 20:21:46 GMT
Pooch didn't even notice the girl coming toward him until she was already next to him and talking. Oh. Pooch blinked a few times because he didn't even know anyone was around him at all. It didn't stop the smile forming on his face. The girl was pretty. It wasn't like he could or would deny that. She was smiling and that smile was pretty. Pooch knew how to admire someone. Even if he hadn't done it for a long time.
"Almost? Definitely could fully impress you then. If I actually tried." Pooch told her with another smile as he bent down to pick up his phone. Thinking about how she had to see him throw it and how childish that was. He shook it off though and stuck his hand out toward her. "I'm Christos. You are?" Pooch introduced himself as he stuffed his phone in his pocket with his free hand and smiled.
((Sorry about small post. Phone. XD))
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 15, 2013 4:38:58 GMT
Priscilla's smile grew wider as she watched the man smile back. He's even better looking up close, she thought to herself, she couldn't tell if she was blushing or not, but either way, she felt warm inside. She took a small breath, "You may not have impressed me much, but I still like what I see." Priscilla's smile turned more into a flirty half-smile, and she soon realized that he was holding out his hand, and had already introduced himself.
"Hello Christos, I'm Priscilla... Priscilla Lovegreen" She slid her hand into his, and shook it. He felt strong to her, and that just made Priscilla like what she saw even more. Gathering her hand back, she walked over to the swing next to Christos and gently sat in it. Her smiled emerged once again and she asked, "So, do you come here often?"
Priscilla thought about it, what a stupid question! Ugh, Priscilla, why would you even say that?
[/color] Her smile slightly vanished, but it was still there. Collecting her thoughts quickly, she decided it was too late to say anything else now and shook off the thought. It probably wasn't as dumb as you think it was, just relax.[/i] Her smile grew, and she looked into his eyes, waiting for his reply. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 15, 2013 6:16:54 GMT
Pooch wasn't experienced in the art of flirting. He... didn't do it? The girl looked young too. Then again, he didn't exactly look as old as he really was either. No one had... everyone was always so intimidated by him to even bother. Plus who he was... it just made him unapproachable by most people. Enforcers weren't supposed to be people that socialized with people. They were people that laid down the law and was who made people follow the law. Pooch liked what he did.
Priscilla. It was a beautiful name and Pooch thought it suited her quite well. He kept smiling and looked down as he glanced over next to him at where she had taken a seat. Did he come here often? Definitely not. "Not really. It was a slow crime day... and the compound was boring so I wandered around and this is where I ended up. Not sure why." Pooch told her honestly with a shrug. Not knowing what else to say because there wasn't much else to say. He could tell her that he was thinking about how he wanted one of his enforcer friends with him because he had been bored. Or how Rex was mean and wouldn't play a cideo game with him... but he didn't think a stranger would want to hear about some guys problems. Even if said stranger came up to him to talk. He also thought about asking what race... but he could smell werewolf on her. He thought about asking age, but thought that would come off as too creepy.
In the end, Pooch decided just to shut up and smile at the dumbness that was his mind. It could be incredibly dumb at sometimes, and others it could be smart enough to chase someone down and make sure handcuff them or even trick them into admitting something and making the situation a hell of a lot easier than them denying it. This was... different. He wasn't smart at normal conversing with people that were outsiders to him. How did he do it? He wasn't doing terrible. He didn't think. Priscilla... she would do the talking. Girls liked to talk, right? He thought so.
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 15, 2013 7:11:52 GMT
Priscilla let out a soft laugh. She could tell that Christos was a somewhat shy person, and she liked the way he looked when he was in the middle of a thought. She could also see how tense he was, she didn't really understand why though. I mean, Priscilla doesn't bite. That hard. She didn't really see herself as a 'friendly' person, after all she doesn't have many friends, or any friends at all. In fact, her only friend was her cat Linus. Alone time is what she likes, but being with people makes her happy. Maybe she's just gotten used to the loneliness; due to her parents keeping her away from civilization. Pris used to sneak out to go party, but no one there really knew her, no one really cared to get to know her. Maybe it was because she was known as the girl who could never do anything without her parents consent. People didn't like people like that.
She pushed her thoughts aside, they normally didn't do her any good. Priscilla decided to try and focus her thoughts toward Christos, and only toward Christos. She finally said, "How long have you been an enforcer?" She smiled, and once again her thoughts were leading her in the opposite direction. That didn't last long. Priscilla wasn't much of a rule follower, she hated someone telling her what to do and controlling her. She was her own person dammit! She didn't like the rules about where she could go, what she could do, who she could be. All she wanted to be was her, but her parents wouldn't let her. They were always protecting her from something that she didn't even know of, and as far as she knows, there was no war.
Another attempt to take her mind off of things, Priscilla took notice of her other senses. She could smell the wolf inside of Christos. She asked, with the slightest hint of resentment, but still with a friendly smile, "Were you bitten or born into this monstrosity?" Lucky for her, she was born into it. Priscilla has always loved being a werewolf, she just despised the fact that her parents kept her hidden because she was one. She thought that they were ashamed of what they were, of what she was. But she could never hate being a werewolf. It was what made her, her, and she wouldn't trade anything in the world for it. Here I go again, thinking about things that don't really matter... She never seemed to be able to escape her thoughts.
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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 15, 2013 13:53:23 GMT
Pooch's eyebrows burrowed when she asked that question. How long had he been an enforcer? Well. He thought that was a pretty simple answer. Since there were enforcers at all. But... she might not know that or whatever so it wasn't like it was a dumb question to him. "Since the war." Still. That was all his brain said to tell her. He really needed to fix that stupid brain of his because it never wanted to talk when talking was necessary. That's why he liked playing video games with Rex. No talking was necessary for that. He would scream and yell occasionally at the game, but that wasn't talking.
He had to stop and think about the whole monstrosity part of that question when she asked. Pooch had never... he never really thought of him being a werewolf as anything bad before. So for her to use that word when asking... it was just a bit surprising to him, he supposed. "I was born a werewolf." He told her, trying to smile but not really being able to because he was stupid and was feeling awkward that this was a social situation and eh was failing miserably. At least... he felt like he was failing miserably. "What about you?" He asked her with a slight smile, before turning back and playing with a loose thread on his enforcers uniform.
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 15, 2013 16:08:08 GMT
Priscilla was taken back a little when she saw Christos's reaction to her question. She thought to herself, Was it really that stupid of a question? Maybe there was something she didn't know, but of course there was; Priscilla didn't know about the war at all. She cleared her throat and asked, "What made you want to be an enforcer?" A smile reappeared on her face. She was actually interested in what Christos had to say, and she wanted to know more about him. She turned on the swing so that she was almost directly facing Christos, and looking into his eyes, she was wondering what he would answer next.
"I was born a werewolf too." Her smile grew brighter as she thought about being a werewolf. There wasn't anything else she'd rather be. Though, she loved the power, it also scared her. She could hurt the ones she loved because of her anger, which she doesn't really have control of yet. She also loves the freedom when she is a wolf, she can go anywhere she wants, she can do anything she wants. Priscilla shook off the thought however, and kept smiling at Christos. He still seemed shy, and she thought that was cute. She laughed a little, and said, "You don't talk to people often, do you?" Of course, Priscilla didn't care if he did or didn't. All that mattered to her at this very moment was the fact that he was talking to her at all, even if there was little coming out of him.
It wasn't really everyday that Priscilla talked to someone either, or, someone that she actually wanted to talk to that is. She didn't really pay attention to any of the students at Northvale. She didn't feel like anyone there could or would understand her. And Priscilla was probably right, there most likely wasn't anyone at Northvale who would be interested in being her friend.
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Post by christos "pooch" rhodes on Jul 16, 2013 3:31:06 GMT
The question kind of caught him off guard for a second and he wasn't sure why he became an enforcer so he wasn't sure how to answer that. It was just kind of something he went into doing because it just seemed right to him. He wanted to help people and so when he was offered the position, he didn't hesitate to accept it. He could help people in the community and that was kind of all he wanted to do. "I... just wanted to. I was offered because of what I did in the war... and I accepted. I was picked as one of the 30 from the war that were picked. And you don't even wanna know what hell I was put through to become what I am. But it was worth it."
That was a decent sentence, he thought as he smiled to himself a bit only to be asked about his social ability. Kind of. He... was kind of impressed she caught on to that because most people think Pooch is just one of those guys that's big and bad and won't talk because of that. He... thought that was part of it but it wasn't all of it. "Not many people other than the other enforcers."
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Post by priscilla lovegreen on Jul 16, 2013 4:03:37 GMT
Priscilla was enjoying what Christos had to say, even though he didn't have much to say. She liked the sound of his voice, she found it comforting. It sounded like someones that she used to know... She noticed herself sigh, and hoped Christos didn't think it was because of him. She's always getting so caught up in her thoughts. She took a breath, "you said you were offered the job because of what you did in the war... What did you do in the war exactly?" Priscilla thought about it. She wasn't much involved in the war, she tried to keep herself and her brother as far away from it as possible, they had enough disaster in their life. She was thinking more about what Christos said about him being an enforcer. He was put through hell to become what he is, she thought to herself, I like what he is. Priscilla wanted to know more about what he was, more about who he was. She figured she could just ask, but she didn't want to invade his privacy.
Priscilla smiled big when she saw that he smiled. She liked when people smiled, even if she wasn't the cause of it. Christos really doesn't talk to people often, and she can relate to that. Yeah she would go party, and talk to loads of people there, but she never really sat down to have a conversation with anyone. Priscilla didn't really care about talking to people, or care to learn more about them. But Christos was different, she is starting to like him, even though she doesn't really know him. He seems sweet, but I know there's more to him than that, she knew that appearance isn't everything. Maybe deep down Christos had a lot to say? Maybe he wanted to get something off his chest, something that he could tell anyone because of what they would think or say. Or maybe he really was just a quiet person. Priscilla didn't know for sure, but she wanted to find out.
Smiling bright, Priscilla could finally relate to Christos. "I know how you feel, the only person I really talk to is my brother." Come to think of it, her brother is literally the only person she has to talk to. Other than her cat, Linus, but cats can't necessarily talk back, so Priscilla didn't really include him. Priscilla knew that she wanted to make Christos her friend, she enjoyed talking to him.
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