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Post by rose on Jun 22, 2010 11:34:44 GMT -5
Kit walked around Lakeshores a bit bored. That was why she had come here in the first place. She was tired of the loud noies of the middle of the city. She wanted to go to the beach! And so she did. Here she was at Lakeshore. She broused the shoped for a while and saw quite a few things. But she always did. A pretty necklace here a shell there. A random doll and so on and so forth. She got tired of it quickly. So she slumpped into a chair and tapped her fingers slowly as she watched the waves.
They were so calming. That was why she loved the beach. It relaxed her. She smiled and closed her grey eyes and pictured all those days spent at the beach back in L.A. with her friends. She opened her eyes and frowned. She missed them. But they were all dead now. She was one hundered and fifty-eight years old now. And they were gone. But she wanted to relax. Not bring up old memories. She smiled again and leaned her head against her right hand with her elbow on the table. With her left hand her fingers still tapped. As she listened to the waves she took deep breaths of salty air. Life was good aat the moment.
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Post by pandoraramone on Jun 22, 2010 17:04:24 GMT -5
Pandora had woken up this morning wanting to feel the salty air of the lake against her skin. She knew exactly where to go to get it as well. She just wondered if she was going to have to walk all the way out there, or if she was going to be able to get a ride. Ignoring the fact that she was only half dressed, she walked out to her mailbox and grabbed the few bills that were in there, for her father to pay later. She went back inside and set them on the small table in the center of the sitting room, then wandered through to the staircase to her bedroom. Sighing she went up them.
In her room, she walked over to her dresser. She pulled out a random graphic tee that had cursive words on it. She then went to the drawer down and grabbed a pair of shorts, and then meandered over to her staircase, where there were a pair of hightops next to it. She pulled on a pair of socks, and then those shoes, and went back down the steps, and out the front door once she got to it. She was going to walk. Thank god it wasn't that far from the Lakeshore, merely a five minute walk. She walked brusquely to the cement staircase down to the sand, where she peeled of her shoes and socks.
Wandering farther down, she saw a woman standing a few yards away from her. The woman was beautiful, more beautiful than any model could be. She wondered who she was, and was soon going to find out. She walked up to the woman...teenager, and spoke.
"Hi!" She said, smiling.
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Post by rose on Jun 22, 2010 22:04:20 GMT -5
As Kit watched the ocean a breeze ran though her long, thick, smooth brown hair tossing it slightly. She smiled and watched the people pass by her as she continued to stare at the waves and her grey eyes sparkled as the morning sun sent beams of light to play on the water. She was wearing denim shorts and a teal T-shirt with flowers and such on it. Her hair was down and framing her roundish face.
She was just staring at nothign when she heard a young girl's voice. 'Hi!' She jumped slightly and swivlied around. She saw a girl that looked about seventeenish. She had black hair and she was pretty. She smiled and nodded.
"Hello." she said happily. "How are you?" she asked. She motioned towards the chair across form her. "I'm Kit Bennett." she smiled and tucked her now slightly mesy hair behind her ears. Then a breeze blew it out again and she just brushed it away from her face. Grey eyes looked at the girl infront on her kindly, still sparking from the sunlight refecting in her eyes. This girl sounded really nice. She sounded like they might be friends. That would be nice. Kit needed some friends.
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Post by pandoraramone on Jun 23, 2010 5:32:44 GMT -5
Pandora was being invited to sit down. She contemplated the chance that this woman was a weirdo, but instantly threw the idea out. She looked way to nice, and sweet, and caring, to actually be mean, or evil. Of course, looks could be deceiving. "Thank you." She heard herself say, and then felt her body sit itself down in the chair next to the woman; Kit. She smiled at Kit and then thought up what she was going to say next.
"I'm good. And I'm Pandora Ramone." She said, finally catching her words. She heard the waves lap up against the swell of the beach, and felt a small spray of wet against her legs. Kit was being very polite, and very quiet. Of course, she was being nice, friendly, and Pandora wasn't the most popular teenager in the world. "How are you? And what are you?" She couldn't resist asking. This lady was just too pretty to be true, and she knew that something was up when this kind of thing happened.
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Post by rose on Jun 23, 2010 5:48:03 GMT -5
Kit smiled. "That's good." She said kindly. "Pandora. What a pretty name. From Greek Mythology I believe." she was being truthful. She loved that name. She listened to the waves as the breeze came by again and she bushed it away from her face to many times to count before sighing and giving up.
'How are you?' Pandora asked.
Kit looked at the girl. "I am going quite fine thank you." She stared out over the star and smiled. She breathed in the salty air deeply and closed her eyes.
'And what are you?' Kit's eyes snapped oven and she turned quickly. She stared at the girl quizicly. What was she doing bringing up that sort of topic out in the open like that? Was she insane? She glanced around quickly and sighind in relife to find that they were the only obes around. Well not exactly but no one was in hearing range.
"You should be more careful with talk of our kinds out in the open. There are plenty who would kill us instantly. Remeber that Pandora." she said a bit of her kindness disapearing. But the next time she spoke it was back. "But to answer your question I am an angel. Care to enlighten me on your spicies?" she asked.
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Post by pandoraramone on Jun 23, 2010 5:54:59 GMT -5
"Pandora. What a pretty name. From Greek Mythology I believe."
Kit said. Pandora only nodded at first, still trying to find her words that were lost in the jumble of her head. "Yeah, my parents were really into that, I remember." She said, trying to keep her mind off the pathetic story of her parents. Pandora heard Kit's reply to her 'what' question. "You should be more careful with talk of our kinds out in the open. There are plenty who would kill us instantly. Remember that Pandora." She hoped it was only the start of the answer, she really truly wanted to know. "But to answer your question I am an angel. Care to enlighten me on your species?" Pandora got her answer. So the woman named Kit was an angel, and wanted to know what Pandora was. An easy question, an easy one word answer.
"I'm a werecat." She murmured, trying not to draw the attention of the people that had walked by at the instant she began to speak. She didn't want to stutter, so the only thing she could do was say what she was. Not that hard, unless the people turned to look.
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Post by rose on Jun 23, 2010 6:10:33 GMT -5
Kit smiled. And nodded. She wasn't going to say anything else yet. Those people could be any one. And any one could mean an enemy. She watched them walk away and she looked at Pandora. "A werecat. Wow. I had yet to meet a werecat. And now I have." she smiled and looked at the ocean. She frowned and shook her head. "I tire of this age excuse me fore just a moment."
She was aware that she looked to be propbloly about nineteen. Well she didn't want to look nineteen. So she walked into the nearest shop and went to the rest room she quickly changed her appearence to look about fourteen. That was how old she often chose to look but sometimes she wanted to look older. and sometimes she needed to look older. She walked out of the shop and sat back down across from Pandora.
"Sorry. I just didn't want to look nineteen any more. Fourteen is far more fun." She smiled. "So how old are you Pandora?" she asked. "I am only one hundred and fifty eight years old." she said quietly. She saw the same group of people from before start walking back towards them. They looked like they were just walking but she couldn't be too carful if they were walking back towards them right?
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Post by pandoraramone on Jun 23, 2010 21:16:40 GMT -5
Pandora watched Kit get up, and walk away. Her excuse was her tiring of her age. Pandora didn't say anything either, so an awkward silence continued after she stood up. Pandora was thinking. Thinking about her life, and what was going on.
She had finally met her first angel! That was exciting to say the least. She didn't know how she was supposed to react to her cold brush off, but Pandora guessed that Kit would return enough, and true enough, she did.
"Wow." She mouthed this. Kit had walked off as an 19 year old woman, and returned as a 14 year old girl. Pandora could tell that they were the same person, because of how they looked exactly the same. She came and returned to her seat beside Pandora's, and then spoke about appearances, and age. She wanted to know how old Pandora was. "I just turned seventeen not that long ago." She heard herself admit.
Now Pandora thought to herself as though she had crossed a line. Sure, this woman was an angel, and sure, angels can be provocatively charming... but, this woman could very well NOT belong to Remy, she could belong to Kamiya, and that would just be bad for Pandora's health, now wouldn't it.
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