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x❥xxʗнαиcє Яσsє Ϻc∂σиαℓ∂xxxxxx ❥xxxChance sighed softly as she finally was able to make her way to her locker. Tired of school being the way it was, she opened up her locker and pulled out her backpack. “Almost done, just until June.” Swiftly shutting her eyes and walking through the halls. She never opened her eyes until she would out of the school and on the sidewalk. Smiling softly she started heading towards the park. Here she soon raced over to an empty swing, sitting down she pulled out her i-pod and swiftly put her backpack on her back. Slipping the headphones over her ears she blasted her music loud as she listened to the Black Veil Brides' album. |
The amount of coins in his rough and battered hand was not enough to get what he wanted. "You gotta do what you gotta do," he muttered to himself, and entering a well known pub - because those are the only one's that would go along with his plan - the bell rung as his boots echoed his footsteps as he made his way to the bar. The sound of the bell had everyone in the bar turn their head to look at him, the chattering growing to a faint whisper before there was silence. A dark haired boy walked down the aisle of the bar, avoiding each and everyone's glances. His boots sounded loud in the pain stilling silence. His hands in his pockets, a dark look only staring forward, he sat on the stool of the bar, and eyed the bartender warily. The bartender grunted in reply, his biceps filled with different tattoos bulging out at him. Reese smirked. "White Russian," Reese finally said after a long, silent and heavy staring match with the bartender. He chuckled and replied, "A White Russian coming up." Just as quick as he had asked, a White Russian was on the table in a flicker. He grinned, and took a sip. Perfect, just the way he wanted it. |
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Reese watched as she sprung from branch to branch, her hands well coordinated as they gripped each branch securely. He didn't think she would fall, so he relaxed a little. She seemed slightly clumsy though, through her carelessness. He wondered why she looked so happy. Could have been the hair, two different primary colors so bright that they shone in the little sunlight that was left. It was almost dark, it was sunset, and the sky looked beautiful from where he was sitting. He wondered how it looked up in the tree's, where the girl was. He decided to join her, but in the mean time, he wasn't going to let her talking be replied with silence. "Why wouldn't anyone care if you were out her all night? Your parents would notice you were missing, so would your friends," he replied, but he didn't look at her. Standing up, Reese grabbed a lower branch, put his foot on the base of the tree, and climbed up. He kept climbing until he was where she was, but suddenly started feeling a little pale. |
Listening to the sounds of the passing cars and soon that boy's voice, she looked down and watched as he started to climb up and soon on the same branch as her. She could sense that he wasn't completely comfortable with this, but she didn't ask. She only replied in a soft voice. “My father is dead, my mother, I don't know where she is, she might be dead. I live by myself. I really don't have friends.” she air quoted the word friends and then sighed softly. “Friends tend to leave when they learn more about me.” |
Once Reese heard the news of her parents both dead, or at least, her mother missing, but still most likely dead, he sighed. "I'm sorry, that's hard, I know what you are going through," he said, thinking about his parents for a moment, and his sister. I love you ReeRee... her voice echoed in his head. He squeezed his eyes shut, not now, please not now. There was silence, and Reese exhaled with relief. She was gone, for now. Thinking back to the conversation him and the girl were having, he started wondering if there was some sort of connection. She lost her parents, so did he. Could they be related? Or perhaps, she was the same as him? She had his powers too? That could be possible, after all it wasn't only him that was a daydreamer, his sister was too. "My mother died when I was young, they told me she was old, but... I don't believe it. And well, I was thirteen when it happened. My father dropped me off at the movies with my friends, and told me he would pick me up after. But he never came. I took public transport back home, and the place was in ruins. Someone had taken my father," he said simply, glancing at her. Reese didn't mention his sister. |
Chance listened to his words, a small pout came upon her lips as she listened to him. Hearing his words about what happened to him, it made her feel like she wasn't the only person in this world. Smiling she nibbled softly on the candy. Her heart was pounding, but not because she loved the candy but because she felt a connection. Not understanding the connection she looked at the street lights. “I'm sorries. I never truly knew my mom and my father was a jerk, luckily he killed himself one day. But I had to move out of that place, I couldn't stand the memories in there. So I moved in an apartment, it's not that bad but it does get lonely.” |
Cue the Black 'N White Daydreamer ♠ Neal Hunter Gillette ♠ [IMGRIGHT]http://i28.tinypic.com/uof0j.jpg[/IMGRIGHT]Freedom. Ah, it never felt so sweet. Feet barely kissing the pavement he ran on, the young adult halted just alongside the building he had been stalking for a while now. Free from his iron pen due to good behavior (more like excellent persuasion skills), the blue-eyed fiend cocked a devious brow at his impeccable luck. Not a guard in sight. A large grin came to his beautiful crafted face as he rounded the corner and fled down an alleyway. Bounding over a dumpster and somehow managing to scurry up a wall, Neal overlooked the city below him with a prideful expression. Tonight would mark the day he would sin again. Sliding on a pair of nice black leather gloves, he slipped a knife from his pocket. Using it as a screwdriver, he pried open the hinges of the roof door. But before he would infiltrate the building, a little deception was needed. Setting the camera on continuous loop of an empty and clear doorway, Neal opened the small metal door. It was rusted so when he opened it, it squawked a bit at him. A quick glare straightened it out and he was in - in and running toward the vault. Using the key code swipe he stole that morning was simple. There was the night shift still on duty, so all he had to do was say, “I’m the newbie” and they let him walk right in. Strolling up to the area where his prize was located, Neal punched in the pin (which he learned earlier that day when he covered someone’s hand in a purple invisible liquid that could only be seen with a black light). A soft click followed and he pushed the cage door open. Using the key he stole and then replaced (he used some molding form to make a fake key), Neal held his breath as he slide it into the hole. Click. Smirking, he turned the key and opened the door. Money. It looked so lovely sitting right there before him. The person he was stealing from died so he knew no one would come looking, or at least not for years. Why? Well, Neal received a tip while he was locked away that the owner was drowned in the lake. To make it even better, his body was locked in a chest so the odds of it floating up were slim to nothing. And, to sweeten the deal more, the lake’s bottom (in the center) was painfully deep. Cleaning up was easy and he loved the thought of leaving out the front door. Once out and on the streets, he striped himself of his clothes, put on his new uniform that he has hidden under a box, and then took off toward a place he recalled. He was going to meet something - an old friend that probably didn’t even remember him. They met in their youth, but it had been years since they last exchanged a laugh. "It's been a while, Alli Reese Gabriels." Neal's blue eyes looked up into the tree. "Ah, and I see you've even found yourself a cute little friend." Shaking his head, Neal leaned up against the tree and set his briefcase down. "I presume you're still terrified of heights, like always. So I must ask, why are you up there so... high?" The look on his face said it all. Neal Gillette knew it was the female, but he wanted to hear his friend's lame excuse. After all, Neal needed some light entertainment for the night as tonight was his first night out of prison. ---------- [[Erm, sorry it was so long. Ha ha. I was just getting into character. Anyways, hope this post works.]] |
She seemed like a nice girl, but she jumped to conclusions quickly, and he got slightly scared. After all, he was only showing kindness to her because she was on his tree, and she seemed to be in more or less the same situation as him. The offer was slightly taken by surprise, Reese wasn't trying to score a night with this girl, though she was pretty and he probably could have managed it. But he still wasn't sure moving in with her was the best move. Before Reese had a chance to refuse kindly, or even introduce himself with his own words, his 'old' friend seemed to have gotten to the job quicker. "Rats," he muttered to himself. He hated this guy. No, that wasn't it. This guy just always fucked up his plans, this guy was the one guy that was level with him in intelligence, and it was always a competition. He was not up for it tonight, but seeing as Neal materialized in front of him, Reese would have to think up a way to get rid of him. "Neal," he replied curtly, glancing back down at him before gripping the branches in fright, but trying not to show his fear. He was usually good at keeping his fears unseen, but since it was already mentioned and in the air, he couldn't hide it easily. "She was on my terrain, but then again...that's none of your business," he spat back, and he climbed down shakily, but successfully. And that's really all that mattered to him. "What are you doing out of jail? It's where you belong Neal, someone put you there for a reason." A few seconds of silence before he glanced back at the Chance. "Chance, I'd like you to meet my old friend Neal Gillette," he introduced with a glare in his direction. "So I see you're finally free. What do you want from me?" he asks, getting to the point. |
Chance mental hit herself when she finally calmed down and listened to her own words. Wow she did not do that good at all. Man she has been out of human contact for a while. Sighing softly she soon heard another voice coming from down bellow. Looking down she stared for a few seconds to fully see the guy bellow her. He was something else, his look, his attitude, everything. Hearing the two talking with each other she could tell that there was heat. |
"What do I want from you? What ever could you mean? Last time I checked, you had nothing I wanted. Remember, Puffs?" Looking him in the eyes, he recalled that they weren't actually the greatest of friends. "I see you still hate me." A light laugh followed that comment. "And believe it or not, I was let out on good behavior. You know, I've been locked away for three years. I should have been in for five, but I was quiet the gentleman so they let me go free. Imagine that. Letting me go free. I guess they're going to get a lashing when they discover I am the greatest con artist around."
Exhaling, Neal rested a heavy hand on Reese's shoulder. "Listen, I know we have our differences and all, but you're about the only friend I have left. Well, aside from my convict buddies, but you know them. Well, maybe you don't. Either way, you can't trust a con man." When Chance finally came down, he smiled at her. Noticing how she struggled some to get out, he kept his hands close to her back, figuring that if she were to fall, he could easily catch her. "Oh, and me? Psh, I was caught. And it was for something so little. Okay, not that little, but little enough. Just a petty crime. Sadly I got roped into something bigger, which added a few extra years onto my change. Meh, either way, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss Chance." Bowing, he turned his attention back toward Reese. "So Reese's Puffs, I still cannot believe you didn't assault this lovely flower. Last time anyone climbed your tree you laid some hurt on them. Have you... have you gone soft!?" His nose wrinkled and then he laughed. "No matter, it's great to see you again," Neal embraced him and then stepped back eying the two. Now what is their relationship.... Friends? There is no way in hell they are dating. Puffers isn't like that. I don't think. But it has been a while. Maybe he has some skill after all. OOC: He calls Reese "Puffs" because of Reese's Puffs cereal. Oh and then there is Puffers. xD |
Reese heated up. "I told you not to call me that last time I saw you, which was a millenium ago," he gritted his teeth, glaring at the guy. Reese smirked. "You thought I'd just forget what you've put me through? You've done nothing but ruin my life, so I wouldn't take it as much of a surprise?" he retorted with a raise of an eyebrow. What came next really made Reese laugh his ass off. "Good behaviour? Good behaviour?" he repeated it to himself with a smirk, "As far as I'm concerned Neal, there is no such thing as bad behaviour in jail. Newsflash, you are imprisoned, there's not much you can do that is even considered bad behaviour, so I would wipe that proud smile off your face and grow up. You aren't the only one in the world here Neal, and I think you should get that in your head before you go around ruining other people's lives, because, you know, one day, I will kill you myself." Reese was venting more than anything, he was so mad at this guy, with his stupid cocky smile. |
Chance stared at the two with wide eyes. If only she had her camera, if only it would work at night. This was an interesting conversation and she didn't want to miss any of it. Looking from Neal to Reese, she couldn't help to wonder if they were ever friends. She couldn't help but to laugh from time to time, they seemed like a great pair, a great pair for like a weird show on the TV, comedy plus some action detective thing. Hell it might have been a hit serious. |
“Sorry Puffers, but you know me. I just love to be… difficult. Besides, I think it suits you well.” Neal looked down at his hands. “Such anger. You really should learn to control that temper of yours. It might just get you into some trouble if you don’t.” Straightening his shirt collar, he looked over at his friend. “And don’t blame me for ruining your life. You knew what you were doing. You ruined your own life. Take responsibility for your actions and blame yourself.” Crossing his arms, he turned to Chance.
“He doesn’t believe I’m capable of good behavior. But what he doesn’t know is that I really am. I was raised with manners, thank you very much. I always thank the places I steal from too. There is nothing like thanking someone for making my job so easy.” He took a step closer to Chance, but recalled Reese’s warning, especially the ‘kill you myself’ part. His brows furrowed some as he contemplated this thought. “Why do you want to kill me again?” Pivoting on his heels, he cleared his throat to speak. “Listen, I’m sorry if you don’t like what I am and what I do, but that doesn’t mean you can go around throwing death sentences in people’s faces. I’m not a killer. I’m not a druggie. Hell, I’m not even an arsonist, a rapist, or a mugger. I’m but a humble thief. I steal money and art, I forge signatures, and every now and then I pick locks. I’m not that bad of a man. Trust me, I’ve seen worse.” Smiling, he pushed his hair back. Well, he more or less ruffled it. “I can’t quit this life. You know I can’t. Even if I tried, I’d get caught back up in it. Only way I could stop it is to join the FBI or something. Last time I checked, they don’t hire con men off the street.” A frown appeared on his face. “And I’m not that terrible. I don’t steal from the poor. I steal from the dead guys who don’t have any family to give the money too. I steal from drug traffickers and I help get the caught. You see, I’m secretly a good criminal.” Laughing at his little oxymoron, Neal looked Chance over. “No thanks, I don’t eat sweets, but dinner would be nice. If you let me stay at your place, I’ll cook us a meal. Any preferences? I can do all sorts of pastas and several types of meats. You name it and Neal shall make it.” Smiling, he added, “And no need to make me up a bed. I can sleep on a couch or even the floor just fine. Been doing it for years.” |
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