Name- Icora Nightrose *Ice-or-a* (Nightrose, Rose, Icy)

Age- 23

Gender- Female

Race- Ice Demon

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In ice form-

Her hair gets lighter, her clothes do change though it is a no sleave and straples belly top... sometimes she has the skirt on though mostly it's whitish-blue cargoes XP

Name: Nathan Maller

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Race: human

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Icora sighed as she walked into the bar and sat at one of the barstools waiting for the tender. She was already slightly high though she had had a stressful day so she was up for getting plastered... Not that she ever did. She stared at her scar covered arm and lightly traced over the new mark with the tip of her index finger. She didn't care who saw anymore... In fact if someone ever asked why she had the scars she would almost always mockingly say- "Bevause you exist and I know you" she often had fun with that. She then looked up at the bartender as he walked up and asked her her order. She told him and he nodded heading off to retreave what she had requested from the back.

(sorry it's a short intro :sweat: )

Nathan entered the bar and sat at a stool at the front. He didn't notice the girl there and waited for the tender to come. When another tender came he placed his order and watched the tender leave to the back. It was a cold day today and he loved it, cold weather calmed him down. Nathan was not a drinking person, he only drank when he was depressed or bored. Today he was a little of both. He was depressed because he believed his life had no meaning...he believed that his life was boring and didn't understand why other people always seemed to smile and love their life. He sighed and took his drink from the tender and drank some.

(It's okay. ^_^ )

Icora sighed as she took her drink and let her eyes wander down to see a man sitting just about four or five stools away from her... not that she paid it no never mind. Truthfully she was just waiting for her friend to get there... he had said he had about a months suply for her... and that was alot so she was paying him good even though he was a friend.

"Thanks..." he said to the tender. Nathan drank some of his drink and looked over at the girl a few stools away from him. He didn't mind it though, he turned his attention back to his glass and finished it quickly. When he finished he payed the tender and got up to leave.

Icora sighed heavily finally seeing her friend come in... but he stopped, starting to talk to the other man before he came to her. "Hey Nathan... I thought we were meating somewhere else later? I didn't know you were going to be here." the man said then saw Icora and waved at her smiling some.

"You heard wrong...we were meeting here...but that doesn't matter anymore..." he said and frowned. "If you want to talk to me later I'll be at my house." he said to him and shook his head. "I'll see you when I do..." he said and walked out of the bar. Some people called him the ghost of the town because of his appearance, Nathan didn't mind being called that, he took it as a compliment.

"Ugh, Nathan whya runnin off again? I have it in my truck I just need to talk to... Icora... hey." he said after Nathan though at the end got a bit destracted as Icora walked up to him. "Hi lover boy... you're late ya know that." she smirked patting the mans cheek lightly as he stared at her perfactly reddened lips on her extremely pale skin.

Nathan just shook his head and looked at the man. "What are you doing here anyway?" he asked him. If it wasn't to meet me then why are you here?" he asked him and looked at the girl then back at the man. This was all very confusing in a way, and he wanted to know what was going on.

The man then looked to Nathan then to Icora and put his hand up to take hers off of his face. "Well... I guess I had forgotten that I had told you I would meat you here... but I had asked my friend Icora here... you two are like my two top buyers... and two of my closest friend though I didn't exactly plan on this... not that I don't have enough... 'cause I do..." he said and Icora smiled slightly and gave Nathan a playful wave showing that she was harmless... for the most part.

Nathan looked at the girl but didn't wave back, he didn't trust anyone..."Icora huh...odd name...but nice I guess." he said and looked around at the people in the bar. "I thought you had stopped selling." he said then looked at the door. "We should go somewhere else to talk about this." he said to the man. His eyes scanned the room and then met Icora but then looked at the man, then at the floor.

"So what? If I'm not selling do you think that you're the only one that gets it? Nope... I didn't stop selling I just stopped advertizing so only my good custumers gets what I have." the man smiled and led the two to the back where he ducked through a fence and stud at his truck waiting fer them to come closer.

Nathan followed the man and looked around as they walked. "I see...well that's nice I guess." he said and continued to walk. His long white hair brushed his face and kept it hidden behind his hair. He approached the truck and yawned. "Man I'm tired...I think after this I'm going to get some sleep." he said. "Haven't slept much these days." he added. He looked at the man's truck and wondered how he got it back here.

Icora fallowed smirking some as the wind blew at her hood making it flap some. She just smirked a bit at the comment about being tired then stared some at the bed of the truck where the man pulled out two boxes. "You want some? If you do do ya have money for it?" the man asked Nathan as Icora handed him some money and he put one of the boxes in the front seet of the truck.

Nathan sighed but nodded. "Just a little bit...." he said and handed the man a little bit of money. He wasn't as addicted anymore. Now, Nathan found himself just wanting to die at times and be alone. He didn't want to say anything though because he believed that they didn't care about his problems. "Be careful...we don't want you ending up in jail so soon okay?" he said to the man with a serious face.

"Kay" the man said grabbing a smaller box and handing it to Nathan. "Don't worry, I told you I don't sale much, cut down on it allot." he smirked then looked to Icora and fond some seeing a few fresher looking marks on her wrists. "Icy!" he whined and she looked at him then down at her hand then have him a sheepish smiled. "Yes lover boy?" she asked at her pinched the bridge of his nose irritatedly.

Nathan took the box and sighed. "You two have a thing for each other?" he asked and smirked. "How cute!" he said and chuckled. "I think you two make a nice couple..." he said and looked at the darkening sky. "I have to go now...I'll talk to you whenever I see you..." he said and began to leave silently. He hid the box in his pocket and looked at the people who looked at him as he walked by. He was getting used to being stared at though. He didn't mind it at all anymore.

Icora gave a sarcastic kind of laugh "Yeah right, sorry babe already tried you and no." she chuckled and the man pouted at her some and she gave him a playful kiss on the lips. "And ah no" she smirked and headed home for the night.

The next day she walked to the bar though just leaned on the ally wall beside the bar. She sighed some as she cut one of her arms and just let it bleed and drip onto the pavement. It's not like it hurt her... she actually enjoyed the feeling. She was a freaking masochist what else was to be expected? Her to shy away from the blood? For her to be scared of the knife?

Nathan woke up the next day and went to the bar. When he reached the bar he saw the girl from yesterday outside. He noticed she was bleeding too. "You're bleeding....why?" he asked her. He never really saw people bleed unless they got cut or pricked by a needle or something. He only asked out of curiosity...who wouldn't ask. Nathan watched the blood drip down and wondered why she wasn't doing anything to stop the bleeding.

(I was hoping he'd see her outside T.T I don't want to bring her in yet cuz she being emo right now... She wasn't going to let that other guy see...)

"Ow I don't know cuz I like the color I guess." Icora grumbled sacasticly then looked at Nathan and blinked some. "I'm emo what else do you expect from me? To be scared of blood? I'm mesochistic too..." she murmured uncaringly and just moved her arm out of sight so he didn't see it bleeding.

"I'd tell you not to do that because it's not right. But I have a feeling you won't even listen...." he said to her and brushed some hair from his face. "So go ahead and do as you please...but try not to do it. Try to stop...." he said to her and looked at her then at the bar. "If you keep doing that...you may end up in the hospital..." he added and left into the bar. He didn't know why he had told her that...maybe because he was a nice guy. "I am too nice sometimes..." he told himself.

Icora sighed sighed and leaned back against the ally wall. She often did monitor how much blood she was loosing... Though she often didn't care... Why should she now? Just because some guy she just met yesterday said for her to should she? She sighed again and let her ice powers seal ip the wound then walked into the bar and pushed her hood off of her hair. She just wasn't feeling good today... She just didn't know what to do. She walked up to the bar and started to talk to one of the three bar tenders. He grinned and seemed to dare her something though she shook her head and got up. "Hey... I was just wondering... Why do you care? I mean... I'm not trying to sound rude I'm just curious is all..." Icora asked in her soft chime like voice as she walked up to Nathan.

Nathan looked at her and sighed. He looked around and then looked at her. "I care because I used to do the same thing. I lost a lot of blood once because I kept cutting my arms and legs. I ended up in the hospital and went into a coma....luckily I didn't die. I was given a lot of blood transfusions...I am now called 'Ghost' by some people because they believe I died once and came back...that's why I care. It's up you to listen or not...it's all up to you." he said to her. He drank his water and looked at her.