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Post by maggie o'keefe on Mar 11, 2012 21:48:43 GMT -5
Today had not been a truly fantastic day at all.
Maggie had been at Cork Airport for nearly an hour, clinging to Siobhan and having her hair kissed and smoothed back thousands of times by the maternal woman, and even receiving a peck on the forehead by endlessly stoic Liam, while she herself snagged a kiss on the cheek for the tall man, much to his embarrassment and Siobhan’s girlish joy. Though she thought of him like her own father, very rarely did he show any affection besides a pat on the head or a warm smile. On the plane, a chubby little boy relentlessly kicked at her seat and placed his feet on the headrest. After a while she drifted into a quiet low-power state, completely absorbed in the music blaring through her headset.
After arriving in New York, her accent was constantly made fun of. Her lilting voice could take on an American accent, though it was uncomfortable and strange to her so she stuck to her heavy Gaelic dialect. A flight attendant made her repeat herself several times while people behind her giggled, joking about the Irish being drunkards and whores, while Maggie seethed and resisted the urge to rip their heads off.
For most of the ride to Seattle Maggie read, some thick American book about the country as a whole. It was a nice place to be, though most were stereotypical they were fairly nice. The wars of America were, for the most part, quite bland since they won almost all of them. Most of the tourist attractions, too, weren’t very unique. Though Maggie was dying to go see a baseball game.
After she arrived in Washington, she made her journey through the forests and into the yard of the Olympic Coven. She had been welcomed warmly, as she expected, and most of them liked her quite a bit- of that she was certain. After an affectionate reunion with her favorite coven, and spent a time with the ladies of the household, a thought dawned on her.
She was intimidated.
Not by the women themselves, heavens no. By their heart-stabbing, incredibly envious, stunning beauty. Alice was small, like Maggie, but did not appear as young as she. She had a pixie-like kind of attractiveness, one Maggie had only seen perfected in the golden-eyed vampire herself. Then the achingly gorgeous Rosalie, a classic beauty. Bella reminded her of Siobhan just a tad, with her long dark hair and lovely smile.
When she was young, Darcy had told her that she would grow into a fine young woman. But that was the problem. Maggie wasn’t growing; she was perpetually fifteen, with the sharp mind of an adult but the gangly, childlike body of a little girl. The frustration was immense, as Maggie knew she would never become gorgeous or stunning. She was cute; nothing more.
The thought sincerely bothered the young girl- before, she had been perched on a branch, absently picking the petals off a wildflower, and now she was standing on the ground, slamming in deep crevices into the tree trunk. “Stupid…freaking…immortality!” She hissed between punches, watching impassively as the towering structure groaned and began to fall.
Maggie moved over to a sturdier tree and sank down to the ground with her back pressed against the rough bark. She lifted a hand to brush the dirt and leaves from her scarlet ringlets, adjusting the chunky red glasses that sat precariously on the tip of her nose. Again she was dressed in one of her floral dresses, with embroidered leggings and black ankle boots. Childish styles, she scolded herself.
If Maggie could cry the world would be flooded with all her tears of joy, of frustration, and of sadness. She wanted to sob her worries to the sky, to feel to comforting liquid trickle down her cheeks. Her past was haunting enough, but now she was plagued with anxious thoughts for her beloved coven. What if the Volturi found out about Siobhan’s ability? What if they stole her and killed Liam because he would fight for her? What if Maggie was left alone, both of her parental figures gone and stuck with the Cullens as the pitiful orphan?
The tiny vampire heard footsteps but did not move. Instead she leaned back and watched, yearning for some form of amusement.
WORDCOUNT:: seven hundred and eleven (711)
MUSICPLAYING:: let the flames begin- paramore
CURRENTMOOD:: i'm sorta excited because my field trip is in two days. but maggie's worried and frustrated.
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: alexi and anyone who wants to join!
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: a bamf outfit
AUTHORSNOTES:: this was strange for me to type. an angry maggie? goes against every fiber of her being. (and mine)
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Post by Alexi Bidlyatenov (Charon) on Mar 12, 2012 4:13:26 GMT -5
Alexi had been curious till he had heard the thudding... then the cracking, then the smashing, the crashing, th- he shivered. Obviously not because of the cold, vampires didn't feel the cold, but thi-this sound.... it wasn't very nice to listen to. It was slightly intimidating and as light connected with him, seemingly out of nowhere. There was no big scary shroud of darkness he could hide under that could give him power, strength, that could protect him from whatever it was had just knocked the tree over. He could probably do that if he tried hard. He was just as much a vampire as whoever it was that had just well.... just destroyed a beautiful example of nature. The tree had come down to rest barely a foot next to him his blue eyes following it's slow, unstoppable progress. The tree had landed with a crash, a huge momentous sound that only served to prove that whoever had pushed it over had been exceptionally strong. Super-naturally strong. Alexi was more on his guard than he had been when he'd been attacked by the wolves. The blue eyes darting around; up, down, left and right. Every direction, every inch of ground covered.
He was so caught up in being scared of what had just happened that he hadn't even realised, the sun had gone behind a cloud.... Darkness had fallen over the forest to a small extent..... enough that he could probably... just... a hiss greeted him from his right, then his left shoulder. Two snapping hands came into view, just inside of his vision at the very corners. Then they faded, he looked up the sun was out again... not bright enough to light him up like so many christmas trees, but enough that he was very well aware that creating anything from the pockets of darkness that lurked around and directly under the trees, it'd a test in futility and it would only make him more thirsty. He'd only eaten yesterday. He knew this as he looked around again, he could hear nothing, nothing at all. No hard breathing, no sign of any human intereference, no chainsaw whirring, it's sharp teeth moving round in that quick, conveyer belt motion. The Darkness had once tried to use a chainsaw when he had molded it into a tangible form. He knew this because the Darkness knew this.
Sniffing the air silently, he picked up the scent of a vampire, a vampire that was older than him, ((Most were)) it was a girl he could tell that much. He was already preparing for the inevitable. He was going to get hurt. Hurt a lot. Whoever it was who had punched down that tree was going to hurt him. He knew it, people just didn't punch down trees for no reason, unless that was a vampire thing he hadn't learned from his sire. Perhaps it was a way of marking territory, should he knock a tree over? Of course not, it'd hurt something, he'd hurt to hurt a bird who was nesting high in the branches with it's chirruping young.... That wouldn't be nice at all. He'd forgotten to close his mouth, he hadn't even realised till he felt some sort of small insect fly in absentmindly, he spat it out and frowned. A black booted foot crushed the insect, that writhed briefly, buzzing as his boot came down on it. He didn't like insects. Not the buzzing, infesting kind that he'd find on a kill if he left it for later. He'd learned not to do that anymore. The mouth full of well... he didn't really want to know.
His mind focused and sharpened again as he walked down the length of the huge tree, his eyes a little concerned,worried, nervous. He could still smell the female vampire, she hadn't left, she was waiting, waiting for something. For him? he frowned. Why would she be waiting for me? Too Hurt me. The Darkness knew this, Because he knew this. Yet nothing could be done. He couldn't rush in with darkness arms and grapple with the vampire and crush her down with the power of the Dark or bash her head off with the quick, muscular head of one of the arms, or chew threw her face... or... He saw the girl and he was even more worried than he was before. She looked young, younger than him. Not much younger, but younger enough that he was scared as to how she'd managed to knock down the tree, she was pale, pretty but not beautiful. In some way it made it easier for him to talk, he could feel his vocal chords unlocking slightly. "I... W-why, h-how d-did you do that?" maybe not. He thought frowning as he looked up at her, bright crimson meeting, piercing blue.
She was sat up there in a tree, silent, watching with a creased smile that seemed to show quite a fair amount of malice. He hoped she wouldn't hurt him, he wasn't good at fighting without the darkness. The darkness made him stronger. He knew this. He watched her biting his lip nervously.. "I... I can l-leave..." he said looking up at her pale faced that was almost lit up by the intense red that made up her eyes. It made him so very nervous. "J-just don't h-hurt me..." he said looking up at her pleadingly. He pulled his black jacket a little tighter, trying not to show the shiver that he felt when he said that... his other hand moving to hold his rosary beads.... fastened to his neck with steel fibres... he rolled a few in this fingers nervously as he looked up at her. "I p-p-promise," he paused slightly as if to regain his breath, he was attempting to regain his composure "I w-won't t-t-tell anyone, you're here."
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Post by maggie o'keefe on Mar 12, 2012 17:00:15 GMT -5
Maggie waited patiently for whoever it was to show their face, swinging her legs back and forth and gazing at an opening in the clearing expectantly. Judging by the scents washing over her, it was a male vampire. She sighed visibly and crossed her legs at the knee, only kept aloft by her seemingly perfect balance. Also obvious by the smell, he was afraid. Little Maggie smirked in anticipation. Silly man. She was just dying to see the fear melt off his face at the sight of the little adolescent.
But it didn’t. He appeared at the edge of the clearing, still looking nervous with a hand clutching a rosary at his neck. Distantly Maggie remembered her father at the dinner table, fists pounding against the table and a vein throbbing in his neck. “Good thing Magdalin’ ain’t one of those damned Catholics. Then she’d have to be burned. Though she’s mighty close to it now. Might as well go on and convert, why don’t ya.” The rest of the family had laughed heartily, except Darcy, who flashed Maggie a pitying glance. Later that night, Maggie was whipped for the false accusation by Kane who produced a gleaming rosary from their neighbors and claimed it was Maggie’s.
She shivered at the memory and judged him critically. Still anxious, obviously. He had black hair set in a peculiar style that she tossed aside as an American fad. It appeared soft and shiny, totally touchable. Blue eyes stared out of a pale, teenage face. Though Maggie could tell that they were just a sham and his eyes were red from beneath. He wasn’t much taller than her (if nine inches isn’t much), which was a great relief considering he was already quite intimidating.
When he spoke, he stuttered and repeated quite a bit. Strange. Maggie was typically quite docile-looking; very few were that nervous around her. She let him talk, let him stumble along with his words so she could find something to point out, some falsity. After he finished, Maggie jumped down from her little haven in the tree and smiled sweetly, an endearing sight to see with her full shell pink lips pulling back over pearly teeth and her crimson eyes brightening considerably from their brooding maroon hue.
“No. You’re not going anywhere, silly. People just don’t waltz up to someone else and see them in a tree and just say, ‘Oh I’m gonna leave.’ Am I really that scary?” She stuck her lower lip out in a pout. “Besides, I won’t hurt you. I was mad, that was why I punched the tree. Not at you, though. Just mad at…other things. I didn’t even know anyone was here. Anyway, you seem nice. But you’re scared, and you shouldn’t be. You’d overpower me in a heartbeat. I’m not really a fighting kind of vampire, if you know what I mean. Typically I hunt and then go away. A pacifist, if you will.” She smiled reassuringly.
“I’m Maggie, by the way. I’m sort of new around here, and it sounds pretty action-packed out here. Ireland was always pretty peaceful.” She shrugged and held out a hand, but quickly snapped it back into one fluid motion of twisting a flame-colored ringlet in her index finger. No need to make him even more nervous.
She began rocking back on forth on her heels, staring up at the boy with huge, innocent doe-eyes and a slight curve on her lips. Why in the world was h frightened? Maggie was 5’1 and feather light from her near death by starvation. He could easily rip her apart with one hand tied behind his back. Maggie was the one that should have been afraid, though she was used to imposing vampires from being around Siobhan and Liam for the past century and a half. And living with her father and eldest brother for her fifteen human years. Let’s just say Maggie was quite well-acquainted with being towered over.
WORDCOUNT:: six hundred and sixty-one(661)
MUSICPLAYING:: turning page- sleeping at last
CURRENTMOOD:: i'm sorta excited because my field trip is in two days. but maggie's worried and frustrated.
POSTTAGGEDFOR:: alexi and anyone who wants to join!
CHARACTEROUTFIT:: a bamf outfit
AUTHORSNOTES:: looove maggie :3
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Post by Alexi Bidlyatenov (Charon) on Mar 14, 2012 10:28:41 GMT -5
He watched her watch him, his fingers still running over the beads that he had carved for himself, she didn't appear particularly fearful as she sat with feline like grace in a tree and looked down at him smiling almost evilly at first before shifting into curiosity as she realised what he was, he was a little less scared as the girl bounced off the tree towards, landing gracefully in front of him and began to observe him with innocent red eyes, he was slightly less scared as the sun began to fade slightly, it was getting darker. He liked it. He liked it, because The Darkness like it. Her eyes flicked curiously to his rosary which only caused him more apprehension. He hoped she didn't want to steal it, or run away with it, or grab it. He would hurt her if she did. It had the only thing that reminded him of his mother. a small bead with a rough cross cut it into and then an E. The first letter of his mother's first name and the only present she had ever got for him.
He could remember that birthday. His tenth. She had bought him string to thread the bead on and he could remember laughing and happiness and a nice day. Nothing more came to mind, no facial features, no special memories. Just the bead. The string. He watched her watch him. The Darkness was almost tangible as the sun ducked under a thick cloud. He knew this. He could feel it deep in his bones. In his very being. The darkness shrouded the area slightly, light being blocked by it's all encompassing nature. "I hope y-y-you don't try and steal my Rosary. I'll...." he struggled to come up with a threat not being particularly good with words, much better with actions. "I'll make you h-h-hurt," he watched her approach, her eyes moving to his hair as if evaluating it, before moving back to his pale face, his blue eyes catching her deep red ones once more. "I'm not a-afraid," he said defiantly his hands moving quickly from his sides as she came to touching distance. "I... I..." he faltered slightly.
A darkness arm was almost beginning to form as she reached out her hand. He went to shake it but then she quickly pulled it away which caused him to jump slightly, his concentration faltering, but the fear was growing, the area was getting darker, the sun was nowhere to be seen. He started to say he wasn't about to leave... but he couldn't his clothes were here, he needed his clothes. "No... I'm n-n-not going to leave, I'm not, I'm going to stay," beginning to realise she was a little more intimidated by him than she by her. "You're not scary... I j-just d-don-" his words faltered and he sighed looking down at his feet. His voice had ruined itself again. "I just have p-p-problems speaking after I've been startled," the darkness grew thicker, more tangible around the small clearing.
He told him why she punched the tree, confirming his thoughts that this wasn't some vampire thing that he had missed or had no idea about, that she was just angry. When he got angry he just went to Seattle and he attacked criminals. He'd done it a few times recently, he didn't like being bullied in school. It made him feel bad. "As long as you d-d-don't mean to hurt me then we're fine," he said looking at her convicned by her words. "But I'll fight back if you do," the darkness began to shrink away as he became a little more comfortable with her, she was still a little scary, but as he watched her play with her hair, offer her name and look altogether very sweet. He couldn't help but feel less apprehensive. "I'm Alexi."
Nodding a little as she said that Forks was quite action packed "It's quite an otherwordly magnet... but I only moved here recently. I think i'm moving to Seattle soon to live in an orphanage there. I don't really have any family..." he frowned slightly suddenly feeling embarrassed telling what looked like an adorable fifteen year old girl his problems. "But that doesn't matter. Where are you from?" he had picked up the accent on her words and guessed at Ireland in his head but didn't say anything just encase that was offensive to her.
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