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Post by genevieve on Dec 24, 2012 11:45:31 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/skatewhiskers/GenevievePost_zps1da8b72e.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;] DATE April 26 TIME 11:46pm WEATHER warm (around 23°C) Despite the late our, the Los Angeles air was still warm and the sky bright. Back in New York, Genevieve would have thought twice about being out alone, but something about California relaxed the young woman. Maybe it was the salty air, or hearing the sound of the ocean lapping the shore. Regardless of the cause, Genevieve was perfectly content to be on her own on this beautiful night. There was not a single cloud in the sky, providing a breathtaking view of the blanket of stars overhead. For a rare moment, the world seemed to stand still as Genevieve sat on the beach just listening to the soothing sound of the ocean and admiring the radiant moon off the water's dark surface. Although the water's movement was continuous - always flowing in and out against the shoreline - the beach was otherwise void of movement and Genevieve was its only visitor. This was quite a contrast to the bustle and crowds seen on Venice Beach during the daylight hours. It was almost difficult to believe that in only a few short hours, the serenity would be broken and the cycle would repeat again. A small smile began to grace Genevieve's features as a subconscious sigh escaped her lips; though this was a busy and crowded place, at this moment the beach felt like Genevieve's own private paradise. Stretching her long legs out before her, Genevieve began to lay back and rest her head against the ground. The sand was cool compared to the night air and send a shiver down Genevieve's spine, but she didn't mind. Extending her arms out to the side so she was sprawled out in the sand, she let out a small giggle as a breeze swept her long white-blonde hair across her face, tickling her nose. Yes. Genevieve thought, This is what happiness is like.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Dec 25, 2012 9:26:29 GMT -8
Vivian didn't want to really get out in the frigid air that night, but she had no choice. For several weeks now, she had been searching for answers in the murder of her fiancé, and she needed to find that man and make him pay. All she knew was that he was a mysterious figure related to some sort of crime organization, that he had a mane of bright red hair, and that he was the sexiest beast alive. She still carried mixed feelings toward him - yes he was a killer that took the most precious thing in life away from her but geez she wanted to throw him on the ground and show him what a real animal was like. The crazy in her hadn't been gone long before she realized that she hadn't said a word out loud in a while.
"Vivian, what the hell is wrong with you girl?"
"Well he's really gorgeou-"
"NO! He murdered your fiance. Go out and find his sorry ass and make him pay!"
"Well alright if you say so.."
After her conversation with herself, she laced up a pair of combat boots and threw on a pair of dark jeans and a black long-sleeved blouse and ran off. Night life was bustling here in Los Angeles so she could start anywhere she wanted, but tonight she chose Venice Beach. Why? Perhaps it was the fact that she didn't want to really look (and she knew he wouldn't be on the beach in plain sight). Perhaps it was the fact that she hoped no one was there so she could stop and relax. Or perhaps she had gone insane (officially, that is). But whatever the reasoning was, she took a taxi and arrived at the boardwalk. The moonlight was shining down, casting eerie shadows across the small bridge-like structure that lead to part of the beach. She swore under her breath when a bird flew in front of her at an extremely awkward angle, turning at the last second and flying away. Vivian reached into her pocket and almost pulled the tab off her flash grenade when she realized something - that would have been stupid. Shrugging, she continued down the walkway.
When she made it down a little closer to the water, she noticed a female lying on the ground, absorbing the moonlight with a smile on her face. Vivian made a grunting noise, trying to decide if she was crackpot too or just having fun. "S'cuse me, but have you seen a short, bright red-haired guy, sexy as fuck?"
Well that was one way to proceed.
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Post by genevieve on Dec 25, 2012 12:05:06 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/skatewhiskers/GenevievePost_zps1da8b72e.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]Focusing on the soothing and rhythmic lapping of the ocean, Genevieve hardly heard the stranger approaching. The sand also aided in the muffling of their footsteps, so Genevieve was inclined to pay them no notice, assuming the footsteps to belong to a couple - the kind that was young and hopelessly in love. It was a beautiful outside - breathtaking, even - and would have been the perfect night for a romantic walk on the beach. Not that Genevieve would know from personal experience, of course. She was basing these judgements off what she had seen in movies and her own romantic ideals. Her head snapped up, however, when the footsteps stopped and she heard a grunt. Not even a split second later, a sharp voice addressed her, breaking the serenity of the evening. Deciding to sit upright, Genevieve leaned against her elbows, examining the stranger before her. With milky white skin and hair that glistened a deep plum under the moonlight, Genevieve had to admit the woman was beautiful. Though at a lower vantage point, Genevieve guessed that the woman was about her height, if not an inch or two shorter, which was slightly surprising considering Genevieve assumed the woman to be of Asian decent based on her facial features. The stranger definitely had a strong air about her, which Genevieve found to contradict her feminine and soft features. This seemed like a woman who had been through hell and back and did not care about pretence. Genevieve's brow furrowed slightly - the woman was young and still had a lot of life to live - what possibly could she have faced in her short time to cause her to be so... upfront? Genevieve shook her head, providing a negative answer to the woman's question, "Sorry," she apologized, "I haven't seen him." After a small pause, Genevieve offered a smile, "I haven't seen anyone around for the past hour. Good luck finding him, though." Genevieve was sincere in her wishes, and just hoped that this woman would be okay, for Genevieve had a hunch that this woman would not stop until she had completed her mission - or personal vendetta. Genevieve was unsure of the other woman's objectives, but had enough experience to know that nothing would stop her. There was fire behind this woman's eyes - a fire of passion and hate - which was a deadly combination. OOC I'm sorry if it's kind of crappy and rushed! The next one will be better, I promise!! [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Dec 26, 2012 20:05:08 GMT -8
Vivian was taken back by the woman - her voice was a mixture of soft and sympathetic, sending an aura of calm toward her. Something about her made her smile; it was likely the serenity of the evening mixed with her relaxed demeanor, something Vivian had never achieved in her older days. She was white-haired, likely dyed since most women didn't go gray until much later in life, but it was very pretty. Her bright, almost multi-toned eyes shone vividly in the moonlight. Vivian wasn't attracted to the young woman, but she knew that she excreted beauty. This was something most women would die for nowadays with all the make-up and face paint on the market. Vivian wasn't exactly a fan of make-up, but she used just enough to accentuate her beautiful features. Instead of just leaving, Vivian squatted down just beside the young lady and continued their conversation.
"He can wait - I've been looking for him for a while now. We have some...business to take care of." She pulled out a wickedly sharp blade and spun it around in her hand, twirling it rapidly without fear of it leaving her hand. She was distracted for a moment, hypnotized by the swinging motion of the blade. It was a mixture of soothing yet so strange the way the moonlight reflected off it. A moment later she realized that the girl had spoken and not received her due reply. It was rude to keep a lady waiting, right?
"Ahh thanks. You seem like a kind soul...Say, what are you doing out here in the middle of night all by yourself? It can be dangerous for a young lady. It's Vivian, by the way, Or Vi if you like." She reached over and offered her free hand in a feminine manner, her violet hair blowing softly in the wind. It couldn't hurt to make another friend, and who knows - maybe she could use this girl somehow in her quest to find Lukas. That bastard murdered her finacé and now it was her turn to repay the favor. Unfortunately the slimy guy seemed to slip through her fingers all the time. She was going to have to enlist some capable people to work for her without their knowledge.
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Post by genevieve on Dec 30, 2012 15:04:24 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/skatewhiskers/GenevievePost_zps1da8b72e.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]One of the traits Genevieve had grown to be fond of is her ability to maintain a facade - there had been countless times the young woman was able to throw on a smile even though her heart was breaking, or appear confidant even though she was trembling on the inside. Tonight, however, Genevieve felt her mask slipping away as her smile faltered and her bright blue eyes betrayed her, opening a small window that showed her emotions. This window revealed fear toward the woman who identified herself as Vivian - or Vi - as she twirled the sharp blade effortlessly in her hand. Vivian was obviously quite skilled and practiced with the weapon because the movement of her fingers along its hilt appeared second nature, though this was not necessarily something that put Genevieve's mind at ease. Long, elegant fingers constantly wrapped and twisted along the blade's handle, and as Genevieve's heart began to race as she watched the blade, Vivian appeared serene and at complete ease. Ripping her gaze from the blade, Genevieve felt adrenaline beginning to course through her veins while she tried to remain calm. Although Vivian had been nothing but pleasant - albeit upfront - the fact that the other woman had pulled out a blade did not sit will with Genevieve. In the back of Genevieve's mind, she began planning an escape incase things did not go smoothly. Despite being a talented swordsman, Genevieve disliked conflict and had never been in a true fight in her life, and prayed that this streak was not broken tonight. Rising to her feet, Genevieve was able to confirm that she was about an inch in a half taller than Vivian as she extended her own hand forward to complete the friendly gesture. "Genevieve." She introduced herself, smile returning to her face as she graciously took Vivian's compliment, "It was a beautiful night and it would have been a shame to have wasted it indoors." Genevieve confessed with a small shrug of her shoulders. "And you're out looking for this red-haired man?" Genevieve inquired, wondering if the poor bastard knew what was coming to him. Though not in the clear, Genevieve was grateful that Vivian was not hunting her down... yet. A shiver ran down her spine as Vivian's plum-coloured hair was ruffled by the breeze - the woman wreaked of power and Genevieve had a hunch she was seeking revenge. Now revenge of what, Genevieve was unsure, but the one thing the medical student was certain of was that Vivian had every intent to fight fire with fire. This fact in itself was unsettling, and people like Vi were part of the reason Genevieve was scared of things that went 'bump' in the night.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Dec 31, 2012 21:44:21 GMT -8
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Though Vivian was crazier than a bed bug, she had a very keen eye for detail; as soon as Genevieve stood up, the thought of her being intimidated crossed Vivian's mind. She laughed inwardly. Seeing people squirm and move around whenever she played with her knife like that had always amused the young woman, but this stranger here didn't seem to be phased like those others. She could have just been standing up to stretch or legs, or she might be on her way leaving since most people didn't really converse with strangers like this, especially at the beach so late in the evening. But Vivian smiled and the young lady's arm extended outward to shake her hand.
Vivian's stature changed from a strictly poised position to a relaxed, cozy spot on the soft sands. She propped one arm behind her, extending one leg in front of her and keeping the other bent and close to her face, knife still spinning elegantly between her fingers. "Yes ma'am. You see, we have some business that needs tending to. It's a personal matter, my dear, but I am an open book if that's what suits you. You see, he took something very precious of mine, and I'd like to...oh we'll say repay him." The words flowed like velvet from her lips, relishing every syllable and feeling every accent. Saying just that little bit aloud gave her shivers. Those feelings of ecstasy coursed through her veins, fueling her body forever if need be. She would not go to her grave without Lukas's head tucked gently under her arm.
"But enough about me. You seem like such a sweet young lady. And very pretty I might add. I'd guess you have to beat the men off you with a stick, yes?" Vivian would have used a flamethrower, personally. Thankfully she never had a boy problem. Not thankfully for her, but especially for them.
[classy=vivivivi]Notes: Phew she scares me. [/classy] |
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Post by genevieve on Jan 1, 2013 14:35:11 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/skatewhiskers/GenevievePost_zps1da8b72e.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]Never before had Genevieve encountered such a mad complex individual as Vivian. And never in her wildest dreams had Genevieve ever imagined conversing with a woman twirling a knife. Yet here they were, just strokes away from midnight on a beach in Santa Monica on a clear and beautiful night. Sounds like a scene out of a horror movie. Genevieve mused, attempting to find humour in the situation, but to no avail. Here was a woman who could stomach the sight of blood and contorted limbs, but could not sit through even five minutes of thriller or slasher films. After tonight - if she made it through tonight - Genevieve made a silent pact with herself to never leave the house alone after dark, no matter how safe the neighbourhood or how lovely the night. Although Vivian's posture was now more relaxed, she continued to twirl the small blade and Genevieve saw something manic in the other woman's eyes. Yes, this was definitely an experience Genevieve hoped to never re-live and a situation she wished herself never to be in again. As Vivian spoke of 'business' to be taken care of with the man she was seeking, an unpleasant chill ran down Genevieve's spine. Though Vi's voice was like velvet - calm and soothing - it was also predatory. The words spoken could have been innocent enough - wanting to repay a man for something precious being stolen - but Genevieve could not look past the deranged aura surrounding the beautiful woman. It didn't take much thought to piece together exactly how Vi intended to collect her debt... This late in the evening and carrying a knife, Genevieve tried to ignore the pit that was rapidly forming in the bottom of her stomach. Death. Vivian was seeking death and Genevieve only prayed that it was not her own. "This man, he must have taken something very dear to you." Was all Genevieve was able to muster, her mind racing with possibilities. Although Vivian had claimed to be an open book and offered to divulge the details, Genevieve was unsure if these were waters she wanted to dive into. Genevieve could not deny her curiosity, and would not decline any offers that Vivian may potentially make. Part of this was also a survival tactic: don't do anything to piss the crazy lady off. Much to Genevieve's surprise, Vivian quickly turned her attention onto her and Genevieve's cheeks flushed a faint pink. For someone who seemed raging mad, Vivian was not intimidating, at least not in the most conventional sense. The compliments Genevieve was receiving almost relaxed the young woman, actually. Almost. Maybe Vi was just trying to lure her into a false sense of security, but Genevieve tried to make herself believe that Vi was simply trying to be friendly. Besides, if the other woman was on a personal vendetta and intended to kill a man, surely torturing and murdering a stranger would take too much time and take away from the original mission. Regardless of the reason for Vivian's amicable conversation, Genevieve could not help but smile, "Me... Beat off men with a stick?" A small laugh escaped her lips, "Hardly." Besides, I don't have time for a boyfriend if I intend to one day live with twenty-seven cats. Genevieve added inwardly, but now was not an appropriate time to mull over her romantic life... or lack there of. A new thought popped into her head at that moment - did Vivian have a sweetheart? Not wanting to overstep her bounds, Genevieve contemplated the stranger's potential relationship status. After all, they do say "hell hath no fury like woman scorned", an nothing scorned more than a broken heart.[/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Jan 2, 2013 22:40:20 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable][classy=vivivi]The young woman spoke with soft words yet her demeanor showed much more than calm. Vivian smiled and realized that she would have been wary too of the serrated blade spinning freely on her finger. In a swift motion, Vivian stopped the blade with one finger (careful not to slice into her flesh) and sheathed the knife, stowing it into her front right pocket. She wouldn't need something like that if she had to deal with Genevieve anyway - the grenades tucked safely into her bosom, hidden away from all view. It would likely be too flashy on the beach this late at night, but she was prepared for anything.
"Genevieve, dear, he took something not only precious to me - he ripped away my world. You see, I wouldn't normally tell strangers something like this, but you seem like a precious soul. I'll confide in you - my fiancé was taken from me, far before his own time. Now he can never love anyone...he can never love me again...A soul for a soul, I'd say, but his wouldn't dare come close to what Gerald's was worth. But I shouldn't worry you with trivial things like this, dear. You're so sweet for listening to a bitter woman complain." She giggled for a moment, realizing that she just spilt her entire motive for revenge to a young woman she barely knew. Why? She was feeling...Adventurous tonight. Chances were that she wasn't a cop, and even if she was, good luck arresting her. Vi had already murdered a few people, and that tingling feeling she had as their blood sprayed her face was far more gratifying than any she had ever felt before.
Cocking her head slightly toward Genevieve, she noticed that the girl was still looking a bit uneasy. "Relax darling I don't bite normally. I wouldn't harm a pretty face like you. Say, I'd love to get together with you and have some girl time. I don't have many friends because I'm pretty insane, so what do you say? Maybe some shopping? How about a makeover? We could really make you smoking hot. I'd love to se that!" The violet-haired woman laid back in the sand now, allowing her head to come to rest on her hands. Both legs were stretched as far as they could, allowing for her luscious legs to shine in the deep moonlight. Her breasts poked up from her shirt, attempting to expose their dangerous secret. She might have only been about ten feet or so away, but she could leap at a moment's notice if she needed. Thankfully this woman was an absolute doll, so there would be no need for such vulgar actions.
[classy=vivivivi]Notes: Vivian just adores Genevieve, so there isn't anything to worry about "dear" [/classy] |
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Post by genevieve on Jan 3, 2013 8:10:18 GMT -8
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480,bTable] | [atrb=style, background-color: #1A1A1A; border-radius: 35px;][STYLE=height: 250px; width: 460px; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.7; border-radius: 30px; background-image: url(http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff120/skatewhiskers/GenevievePost_zps1da8b72e.png);][/style][STYLE=font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic; font-size: 45px; color: #E7E1CD; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -30px; letter-spacing: -3px; opacity: 0.99; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #000000;] YOU ONLY GOT ONE LIFE TO LEAD[/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; margin-top: -10px; color: #CEC6AA; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SO DON'T TAKE FOR GRANTED THE LITTLE THINGS[/style] [STYLE=font-size: 11px; font-family: arial; margin-right: 13px; margin-left: 13px; text-align: justify; background-color: #696969; padding: 13px; color: #000000; margin-top: 6px; opacity: 0.95; margin-bottom: 1px; border-bottom-right-radius: 30px; border-bottom-left-radius: 30px;]To be completely honest, it was a struggle for Genevieve to keep her mouth from gaping open. As if a switch had been flicked - or Vi finally recognized Genevieve's discomfort - for the violet-haired beauty finally sheathed her blade. This being said, the weapon was put away with a flair, not that Genevieve was complaining, for now the young woman felt like her life was being less directly threatened. Her chest no longer felt tight and Genevieve was able to breath normally. As Vi decided to lay on the beach, her long legs outstretched before her and aubergine hair dancing with the breeze, Genevieve felt pity toward the other woman. Vivian was tall with a long and lean frame and wide, purple eyes. The moonlight shone on Vi's milky skin, making her appear like a glass porcelain doll. From the moment Genevieve met Vivian, the medical student admitted the other woman's beauty, but now, laying on the beach, Genevieve saw something delicate about her. Maybe it was the way the moonlight danced on Vivian's skin, or the fact that Genevieve was no longer focused on a twirling blade, but Vi seemed so very... breakable. Psychotic or otherwise, Genevieve felt immensely sorry for Vivian as she confessed her heart wrenching past. In fact, it nearly made Genevieve sick to her stomach to even think about someone murdering another person's beloved. Despite having never truly been in love, Genevieve felt her chest tighten and her hands subconsciously ball into fists at her side. Genevieve would have gone mad, too, if her love had been so untimely ripped away from her. "I'm so sorry." Genevieve whispered, deciding to return to the sand and take a seat across from Vivian. Crossing her legs, Genevieve placed her hands - which still formed fists - in her lap and met Vi's gaze, "And it's not trivial, he was your world and I wish one day to have a love so strong. Besides, you're not bitter. I'm sure your finance, Gerald, would have wanted you to find peace. And if that means confiding in a stranger on the beach, then I'm all ears." A caring smile tugged at the corners of Genevieve's thin lips. Why Genevieve felt so strongly toward this revenge-bend, heartbroken stranger, even she was unsure. But deep down Genevieve knew it was the same reason why she wanted to pursue a career in medicine: Genevieve liked fixing things and wanted to alleviate as much pain and suffering from the world as she possibly could. Maybe, just maybe, after finding her revenge, Vivian's sanity would be restored. That's what Genevieve secretly hoped for as once again, Vivian turned her attention to Genevieve and offered to spend some time together. This time, when Vivian said "relax", that's exactly what Genevieve did, "I'm actually new to the city and would love to go shopping." she confessed and could not shake the feeling that an unlikely friendship may be in her not-so distant future. OOC Vivian is one crazy lady and I wouldn't have guessed she'd have a soft spot for Genevieve! haha [/style][STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #565656; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: 0px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: 3px; opacity: 0.9;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style] |
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Jan 3, 2013 13:58:16 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable][classy=vivivi]Something about Genevieve just set Vi at ease about everything. If someone were to ask what her intentions where, right in this moment, she would have simply replied much differently. All she cared to do right now was to cry - to get rid of all that pain she felt, release the anger built up inside of her. It wasn't a depressing cry, but a cry of release. Somehow, though, she couldn't bring herself to do that. She was like one of those crazy anime characters whose sole purpose throughout the series was to avenge a loved one. Only this time, she wasn't worried about supernatural entities intervening. The only thing she knew about the man was his bright red hair and that he was the very essence of evil. He would pay with everything he owed her. It could get her killed, but she wasn't leaving this life without taking him with her.
Genevieve was a dear indeed. The young woman seemed to understand her pain, which would have made only the second person out there that sympathized with her. When Vivian spoke again, her voice quivered a little. Tiny drops of water accumulated in her eyes, and before anyone could notice, she closed them shut tightly. "Thanks love. That really means a lot to me... Here's my number." She recited her number out loud, hoping the young girl had her phone with her to jot it down. "Please let me know when you're out and about next. I'll have to treat you to something special." She smiled at Genevieve with her eyes, portraying both sadness and relief at meeting her new friend. The night had turned out to be much better than she previously anticipated.
"I've been here in Los Angeles for a while, and I know where we can find some good sales. Plus Chinatown has some beautiful things, if you like that girly stuff." It was true - deep down Vivian was a lady, despite her bloodlust and odd mannerisms. Now she had to stop and control her thoughts from wandering off again because then she'd fall right back into her aggressive state, and now that she was more relaxed than she had been in a while, she wanted that feeling to stay. Oh, and the voices - she had to make sure she didn't talk back to them out loud. They were stirring a bit in her head, but she had learned how to recognize them and avoid those random conversations.
Vivian...You don't want to get caught up with this girl. She's going to slow you down in your quest for vengence. Do you really think it wise, girl?
I'm getting really tired of you. I wish you'd go away...They say that there's medication to make you disappear, and trust me - I've considered it.
Oh but you don't want to do that now, do you? I help fuel your emotions...Just let me take over for a bit and I can guide you on the path you should be on.
No thanks. I think I'm doing just fine right now. Besides, I'm Vivian, and you're just the crazy voice telling me what to do. Whether you're actually God or just a mutation in my brain structure, you don't own me and you'll never. So fuck off alrighty, dear?
After that small conversation, the voice stopped temporarily. She hated it when she was talking to someone and it decided to interrupt her. It was a bit aggravating - no it was infuriating at times. One day, though, she would go see a psychiatrist and get some help. But then again she liked having some...well, was it someone or something? Anyway it was nice to keep her company because it wasn't always an irrational voice. She decided that now wasn't the time to inform her brand new friend about this weird little quirk of hers. She never once broke her smile, pretending that everything in the world, even just for that moment, was perfect.
[classy=vivivivi]Words: 681 Notes: Yes, I was proud of that post. The poor girl is so messed up in the head...hehehe hooray for crazies! [/classy] |
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Post by genevieve on Jan 4, 2013 13:03:10 GMT -8
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Post by VIVIAN CONNERS on Jan 4, 2013 13:31:51 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, background: #808080,btable][classy=vivivi]Never in her wildest dreams would Vi have imagined herself befriending a total stranger on the beach at midnight, yet here they were...The serenity of the night was probably wearing on her, and she knew that the lapping of the ocean's waves gently across the beach shore was making her do crazy stuff. In the back of her mind, she recalled a saying about odd things happening during a full moon. Sure enough, lighting up the sky in all its majesty was a full moon, smiling down at her in her time of misfortune. She never believed in powerful dieties or something like destiny, but in this moment she could find no explanation for her own behavior. It was so unlike her yet it felt so...genuine.
Moments later, her phone vibrated silently in her front right pocket. She knew that it was her new friend just as soon as she spoke, smiling back at the woman. "Thanks doll I just received it." Right now, though, she was starting to emotionally crumble - her badass facade was wearing off and she was melting into a puddle of emotions. It was time to get up and leave - she had to be at work bright and early in the morning, so she probably shouldn't have been out here in the middle of the night anyway. She could continue her search for the ginger later - right now she had to sleep. What was a woman to do without getting her sleep, anyhow?
Vivian stood up and brushed herself off, knocking away all of the fine sand from her clothing. To her right, Genevieve was looking back toward her. "Well, I can't say I expected this but...thank you. There's something special about you that I like. You're going far, kiddo. I'll work out my schedule in a few days and get back with you on a good time for us to meet; we're going to dinner, my treat, and there are no other options available." With a wink, she began walking back up to the main road where she had come from. Instead of walking in a straight line, she veered closer to Genevieve first, brushing her arm against the young lady's. In that moment, she made eye contact with the first ever female friend that she had made. The tears were evident in her eyes now, and it was pointless to try and hide her emotions. She whispered a small "Thank you. For, you know, everything. You're precious." She took her hand and brushed a strand of hair away from Genevieve's face and walked away, her heart feeling much lighter than just a bit ago. She would sleep well tonight.
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Post by DESTINY on Jan 5, 2013 1:25:32 GMT -8
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