lights out [tristan]

[hayley]

( WHEN I SEE YOUR SMILE )
tears roll down my face , i can't replace

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NOW THAT I AM STRONG , I'VE FIGURED OUT
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When it came to hunting, Hayley preferred to do it alone. She didn’t like other people getting in her way, especially any of the newer recruits that Bridgefield Union found. It was ridiculous were they found some of these people to fight. Hayley didn’t even known how they found her family, she never bothered to ask her mom or dad. With her in a loose ponytail, Hayley made her way down Bridgefield, or what was left of it anyways. She didn’t understand how people could still live here, there was like nothing left but run down buildings. Hayley sighed, she knew that this was the place she came from, and maybe that’s why she always came here to hunt. She hated that it become such a mess, and she wanted to improve it greatly, but she didn’t see that happening anytime soon. There was just so many problems going on, that she didn’t see it getting any better. Not for a long time anyways. Hayley was on guard every time she hunted here, she knew that if she wasn’t, she’d probably be dead. There were some many creatures around here, she didn’t know how she kept coming out alive every time.

Slowly, Hayley made her way around the corner, and her gun not too far from her face. This building, she dimly remembered it from her short childhood in this place. The only thing she could hear where the soft padding of her shoes on the ground as she walked around. Honest to God, Hayley needed to stop coming here. She didn’t know what she planned to find when she came here, and so far she never found anything. Maybe she was hoping to find some missing piece to her past or something, she didn’t know. Hayley just wanted to know where she came from, and what her parents were like before both of them had died. Hayley tugged at the light shirt she was wearing when she heard a noise come from up stairs. In all the times that she had been here, she had never heard a noise come from upstairs. Hayley had no idea what was up there, but she planned to find out. She didn’t want some damned creature roaming the house she had been born in. It just wasn’t going to fly with her. Silently, Hayley traveled upstairs to see what was going on.

She eased her way up the stairs, trying to avoid the creaky boards. She didn’t want to make any noise, she wanted to have the upper hand here. Hayley let herself follow the noise, and she finally came to the room where the noise had come from. She held her gun close to her chest, and kicked open the door, pointing her gun out into the room. She walked cautiously, and when she walked in, she saw a guy standing there. She looked around the room for a brief second, and realized that this must have been the room she stayed in. It looked like a baby room. Hayley spoke up seconds later, ”Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?”

[/color] Her gun pointed at the back of his head lightly. Hayley wasn’t taking any chances here, no way.
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( TAGGED ) ( Tristan )
( NOTES ) ( ..I made it at the house they lived in before everyone died x] )
( WORDS ) ( 541 )
( LYRICS ) ( GUARDIAN ANGEL - RED JUMPSUIT )
( LISTENING TO ) ( Rockstar 101 by Rhianna )
( GRAPHIC BY ) ( RORA @ HOS[/b] )
( CREDIT TO )( RORA @ HOS[/b] )[/center][/size][/size]

[tristan]

Tristan liked it here, where he lived before everything happened, before he lost it all. It was all quite saddening, well to him it was anyway. He often came here, after watching his daughter, the only remaining member of his family in Bridgefield. Many could say that what he did was odd, and creepy in some way, he did follow her around a lot, she even came here some times. That small thing made him a little bit happier, at least she hadn't discarded her life before everything, even if it was only small. Sometimes he came here to get some things that were left behind, no matter how small they may be, it was the small things that counted. He wasn't all that observant or cautious most of the time, really he didn't care too much if he was killed, it'd be better than what he was, he hated it.

This trip was more for the memory than any items, the memories were something he loved, maybe he thought that if he remembered things they might just come back, not likely, but just maybe. Tristan was certain that there was no-one else here, who would come here, there was nothing of interest here anymore. He wandered the top floor, kicking something that was lying on the ground as he walked, it made a loud noise, but he shrugged it off, it was his house he could make a noise if he wanted to. He came to Hayley's room, the one she had before everything happened. He opened the door, and walked in, the door closed behind him, well it more slammed than anything which made him jump a little as it was unexpected. he sighed as he looked around and a slight smile came to his lips, but it soon disappeared as the door was kicked open and he heard a voice from behind him.

His body went a little rigid and he swallowed some saliva as he realised who it was. Cursing under his breath he pondered on whether he should turn around or not, if he did anything could happen, and if he didn't he might get shot. The second option sounded great, but not by her, not by his own daughter, and she'd never even know, maybe she'd figure it out, and maybe she wouldn't. Tristan sighed a little as he figured it might be best if he turned around. Slowly, he turned, and spoke at the same time, "don't shoot me Hayley." He used her name to buy him some time, if she really did want to shoot him, which he hoped not. he hadn't even thought that she could have been here, since she did come here a lot. He was trembling a little, this was rather frightening for him, he never wanted her to see him, what of she recognised him? What the hell would he do then?

tagged, hayley <3
word count, bleh ...
credit, me me and me <3 oh and lyrics to maroon 5 <3
notes, *bounces with excitement* xD

[hayley]

( WHEN I SEE YOUR SMILE )
tears roll down my face , i can't replace

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NOW THAT I AM STRONG , I'VE FIGURED OUT
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Hayley didn’t know what kept bringing her back to this house, it was filled with nothing but terribly memories. Or so she was told. She couldn’t help that she wanted to know about where she came from, or who her parents were before they died. No one spoke about her biological family, just when her adoptive parents were angry with her. They’d shout how they wished they never took her in, or that she isn’t really their child. Sometimes Hayley wished that her mother had never killed herself or that her father hadn’t been killed. Maybe she’d have a normal life, maybe she would’ve have been put in this mess. She could enjoy her life as a dancer or something. Maybe she wouldn’t even be into dance, maybe she’d want to be a singer or writer. Something alone those lines. Hayley didn’t know, but just really wished that she hadn’t been adopted. Sometimes she believes that she’d be better off dead then alive. She had nothing to live for. No one would miss her.

Hayley sighed, there were so many memories in this house, she could feel it. Both good and bad. Bad because in one of these rooms her mother took her own life, good because she had an actual family. People who cared about her, even if she couldn’t remember. She wished that there was some sort of picture, just to show her what her parents were like. To see who she took after most, since no one who knew them was around to tell her. Hayley didn’t even know if her parents actually knew who her mother and father were. All they knew was that they had lived right now the road from them, and just snuck her away from the crime scene, like no one had known she was there in the first place. Hayley figured that maybe someone would notice that a child was missing, but then again, this was Bridgefield, everything went unnoticed. Every time she tried to ask her adoptive parents about her real parents, they’d get all huffy puffy about it, and tell her that they weren’t important. Like hell they weren’t important. She wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them.

Hayley could tell she had taken the man by surprise. She was surprised to find someone else in this house, though it shouldn’t really. It wouldn’t surprise her that people came here, probably looking for anything valuable, or looking for a place of shelter. Hayley was some what shocked when the man said her name. She didn’t think she knew him from any place. He didn’t look familiar in anyway. Hayley clicked back the safety on the gun in her hand, and said, ”How do you know my name? Better yet, how do you know me at all?”

[/color] Hayley wasn’t liking this whole situation at all. It didn’t please her that some odd creature or person knew who she was. Then again, they could be someone that knew her family, but she doubted it. Anyone who knew them died, though she didn’t know how. Hayley looked at the man carefully, she was trying to decide what to do. She didn’t want to kill him because she didn’t know if he was a threat. Though anyone was breaking into a house was considered a threat to Hayley. ”Why are you here? You didn’t take anything did you,”[/color] she asked him. Her voice was hard, and unfriendly.
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( TAGGED ) ( Tristan )
( NOTES ) ( BOOM BOOM POW BABEH! )
( WORDS ) ( 575 )
( LYRICS ) ( GUARDIAN ANGEL - RED JUMPSUIT )
( LISTENING TO ) ( Rockstar 101 by Rhianna )
( GRAPHIC BY ) ( RORA @ HOS[/b] )
( CREDIT TO )( RORA @ HOS[/b] )[/center][/size][/size]

[tristan]

Maybe he shouldn't be so frightened of her? Are you kidding, he should be, she was a damn hunter, she killed others like him. But the others weren't really like him, they found it fun to be a killer, to be something that had to take blood, whereas Tristan didn't, he hated it and wished that he was still human, that he grew old with his family, that he was there for his daughter. But no, some jerk had to come and ruin it all. He was full of so much anger, so much that he had somehow tracked down the one who had done this to him and killed him, and then killed some more. He had learned to control his anger better now, but that meant that it was somewhat bottled up inside of him. And that in itself was a bad thing.

Well there was one somewhat good thing, she didn't recognise him. He sighed a little as he thought about how lucky he was that he had chosen to wear the collared shirt that he had, he almost dressed in a tee shirt and jeans, which would have shown his mark. "I was a friend of your father." He lied, he couldn't just come out and say that he was her father. And like she'd believe him anyway, he was supposed to be dead, and that's the way he wanted it. "He told me to keep and eye on you if anything happened to you, make sure that you were safe." It was something he'd do if he had thought that anything was going to happen to him, but he didn't. He never had thought that it could have happened to him, and it did.

Did he take anything? He was fully in his right to take what he pleased, it was his place. But of cause he wasn't going to tell her that, that would just blow his cover right off, or make her shoot him. Both options he wasn't fond of. "I was just looking around, didn't take anything." He rolled his eyes, for someone who knew next to nothing about her family, she was sure protective of this house. It did annoy him slightly, but he wasn't going to act on it, not yet anyway.

tagged, hayley <3
word count, bleh ...
credit, me me and me <3 oh and lyrics to maroon 5 <3
notes, epic failure of a post 8(