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Post by Mischa Fields on Jan 3, 2008 11:59:56 GMT -5
 Just a beautiful liar[/size][/center] _______________________________________ Foggy. That was one word to describe the morning. Another was, early. To early, really. It was early enough to see the fog rise. Even though it was sort of creepy. The kind of creepy that gave you chills up your spine.
It was still really early. Early enough where the sun would not break the fog for another hour, but you could see its weak attempts.
The wet grass hit the converse and made marks on the shoes as the nineteen year old walked along. Hands in her pink sweater's pocket. In the other pocket in her jeans was her ipod that tilted out just a tad to see the black hit the water and reflect off.
The park was not the place to be seen this early in the morning.
It was pretty much empty except your usually passing early riser to jog before the hot air gets in. Why was Mischa here? she had really no reason to be. she just was. she couldn't sleep, she can't sleep lately, all her attempts of getting some descent amount of sleep ended up badly, is she becoming insomniac?
Spotting the park bleachers, she picked up her pace and made her way over to them. she was usually found here if she was ever at the park. plus Mischa did call Sam earlier before getting out of her house, and he said that he'll meet her here! |
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Post by Sam Snijder on Jan 3, 2008 16:19:09 GMT -5
Sam was driving keeping his car unusually at high speed. He had an early appointment, though early—as any other time reference is a useless word in Sam’s world. For years he remained awake at night while others enjoyed their sleep. For years his eyes knew no rest since the day he killed Rose. For years he looked for redemption…”hurry you piece of junk!” he spoke to his car “…a wiseman is never late!”
He slowed his car as he sighted the park where Mischa supposed to wait for him at. It was a matter of few seconds to find a young girl sitting alone on one of the chairs. Though he saw her from behind, he knew that it was Mischa. Not only because none else would go to the park in such a time, but because he could never mistook her, not even among thousands of people.
He stopped the engine and then he got out while eyeing her closely. He crossed the road keeping the funny thought presented by the irony of the situation: the very redeemer he spent his life waiting for her arrival is now waiting for him to arrive! So fondly he approached the seemingly absent minded Mischa, and the idea of scaring her made a ring in his mind for instance, but then he decided to forsake this evil thought and salute her normally…”morning Mischa!”
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Post by Mischa Fields on Jan 3, 2008 16:42:09 GMT -5
 Just a beautiful liar[/size][/center] _______________________________________ The damp air wafted about the park, fog creeping along the dew covered grass. The blades were perfect, fragile and small barely balancing the heavy water atop them but refusing to be crushed under it's weight. Everything was very still... Frozen. This ideal moment was frozen in time for only the willing to see, just like her freezing powers.
Every inch of her was calmed by the moment, her arms crossed over her chest and covered by the thick sleeves of her sweater.
Her jeans clung tightly to her skin, showing the shape of her legs. Mischa's eyes were barely aware of what they were seeing, lazy and glazing over as her thoughts strayed from reality. Brown strands of her hair rested sleepily on her shoulders, slightly dampened from the morning air. In her sweatshirt pocket was her cell phone, she didn't know why she'd brought it with her anyway.
Suddenly she was jolted back to the real world when she heard a familiar voice behind her. She looked on at him for a few minutes, she knew that Sam would come, he's always there when she needs him.
"Hey Sam, good morning to you to, I know am such a pain right now calling you at such an early hour to meet me here." Mischa said still smiling at him. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Sam Snijder on Jan 3, 2008 16:55:25 GMT -5
He looked at her smiling, and he thought: she really reminds him of Rose…beautiful Rose.
“it’s never early to meet you!” he said putting a sinister smile on his face…”may I inquire about the reason of your sudden call?” he asked while eyeing her carefully, trying to catch every single reaction may spring from her inner thoughts. Probably to catch them and to deliver his own action when the opportune moment is at hand.
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Post by Mischa Fields on Jan 3, 2008 17:12:29 GMT -5
Just a beautiful liar [/size][/center] _______________________________________ Mischa patted at the spot next to her on the bleachers motioning to Sam to sit next to her. she blushed a little at his statement, "Oh well...Now don't be a stranger and sit down" Mischa said her brown orbs fixed upon him.
There was no true explanation for why she was here or why did she call him, she just felt like she should call him, even though that the things she wanted to talk about were related to magic since she recently found herself with powers, and demons after her and her cousins and everything, it just seemed so confusing, and she can't talk about it with Sam, he won't understand right!
She placed her gaze on his. She wouldn't look too deep into his blue eyes, for fear, fear of what she didn't know exactly. she've known Sam for quite sometime now, she's not even sure how did they meet or how did they become such close friends, but they just did.
"Well no reason really, I couldn't sleep and I thought about coming here, but since you know me I don't like being alone and the first person who crossed my mind was you so I called you." Mischa said as a smile crossed her lips, "Question is what were you doing up so early anyway?" Mischa added. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Sam Snijder on Jan 4, 2008 11:58:35 GMT -5
He was standing eyeing her as he always like to do, when she asked him to sit beside her…"Oh well...Now don't be a stranger and sit down" she said, but Sam response came only with a smile, and in an reaction to her request by setting beside her. He spotted her gazing at his eyes, so he gave her that cold smile he used to produce when trying to hide his evil thoughts. Now when Mischa answered his last question telling him that he was the first person to cross her lonesome mind at night, he knew that she is falling into him, and he smiled in his secrets. Yet he replied at her saying…
“In that case I should feel honored to be such a person!”
But when she asked him about the reason why he’s still awaken, he felt like he’s surrounded by fire, and he had to cover the truth of his sleeplessness. Then a thought happen to cross his mind; he only needs to tell her the truth, not only his truth but hers as well…
“Practicing magic!” he said, then he smiled while fixing his eyes upon her watching her skin sweating, her pupils shrinking when she heard the word magic. He kinda enjoyed this scene, when someone is afraid to be exposed; fear was his entertainment. Still he felt sorry for this young girl, and this feeling of sympathy was weird especially for a person like Sam.
He suddenly jumped up closer at her, his right knee now is in contact with her left, and then he placed his hand behind her head, and then he said…“now, seriously…there are only two reasons why one stay awaken at night: number one is because of guilt and regret over things once done…” he gazed at her smiling…”…and number two is because of love…so tell me which one is the reason behind your sleepless night?”
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Post by Mischa Fields on Jan 5, 2008 14:30:47 GMT -5
Just a beautiful liar [/size][/center] _______________________________________ Mischa kept eyeing him, even though she knew Sam for a while now and she was developing this crazy crush about him she still felt like he was hiding something, she didn't know much about him, it's true they hangout most of the time and they talk a lot about different stuff, she always felt like she can confide in them, except for the whole magic thing, that's the only thing that he doesn't know about!
But somehow she still feels like there's a lot of things that Sam keeps from her, like really she doesn't know anything about his family and where did he come from! Maida her twin always warns her about him and that they don't know much about him, and it's true but Mischa always felt like she can trust him and tell him anything! it's as though there's a weird pole pulling her into Sam and making her trust him the way she does.
She smiled "Yeah, you should be honored, a lot of guys wish that they're in your shoes." Mischa said jokingly.
Mischa's brown orbs were focused on Sam's sapphire eyes! her face was blank! did he really say practicing magic?! Does he really mean magic as in magic! the kinda magic that she found out about months ago! or does he mean something else by his statement! Mischa was confused! She shrugged her shoulders "What do you mean practicing magic?" Mischa said raising her eyebrows at him.
Mischa was also surprised at his calm reaction! He said practicing magic and then just jumped into another question! it's like it didn't mean anything to him, as if it's normal... it was weird! Mischa felt awkward, Silence crept over them.
Mischa just ignored his last question! I mean yeah she can answer this later, but now she have to know what did he mean by his "practicing magic" thingy that he said. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by Sam Snijder on Jan 5, 2008 15:56:48 GMT -5
He smiled coldly as she ignored his last question. He looked at the wooden seat below and suddenly he turned serious. He looked up again to gaze at Mischa to find her biting her lip like she was waiting anxiously for him to divulge her secret…of course a statement like “I know you’re a witch!” is not considerable even for people such as both of them. However, at last Sam decided to smile before the beautiful witch and say…
“…well, by saying magic, I simply meant magic!” he joked “…you know like the one I’m practicing on you at this moment!” he continued, smiling, fixing his eyes intentionally on hers…
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Post by Mischa Fields on Jan 5, 2008 17:37:22 GMT -5
Just a beautiful liar [/size][/center] _______________________________________ Oh yeah that's right, she was just acting paranoid, she need to stop acting nervously whenever she hears the word magic, she's only gonna give herself away if she keeps on doing this, she need to stop acting all jumpy at this word. clearly he didn't mean anything weird by it, he was just kidding. that's a relief.
"Oh so you're practicing magic on me now! and is it working?" Mischa said smiling sheepishly still looking him in the eyes, the girl watched his expression with watchful, curious eyes, looking for a sign of attraction, but suddenly she let her gaze drop to the floor...
Mischa decided that maybe now after she got what he meant about magic, maybe now she should answer his question, the one he asked her earlier.
Well it was neither regrets nor love that were keeping her up, or keeping her from sleeping. it was simply that her mind was occupied with other things, it's true that whenever she sees Sam her stomach do a double flip but that was definitely not the reason that she woke up early or haven't slept to be exact.
and it wasn't regrets, it was simply her complicated life, she didn't ask to be a witch nor did she want to have those powers and not live normally.
Sometimes you need to step outside, clear your head, and remind yourself of who you are. And where you want to be, maybe that's why she's here! to remind herself of who she is and where she wants to be! not sure if it's working anyway! or what it means really.
"Well to answer your question, I dont know why i couldn't sleep really, I guess you're magic is working." Mischa said still smiling sheepishly at him.
"Question is what was keeping you awake? regrets or love?"
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