Cadence
Were-Wolf
I March to the Beat of an Indifferent Drum[Mo0:2]
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Post by Cadence on Dec 28, 2008 7:49:14 GMT -1
She accepted the nod as him understanding her explanation rather than him understanding what she meant. That was the usual response to the answer she gave to that particular question. An understanding nod that was in reality absolutely empty of understanding. She was used to it, expected it, and so the natural thing to do was to accept Vincent's response as nothing out of the ordinary.
More than once she caught him giving her searching looks, like he was trying to figure out what she was thinking. The looks both confused and excited her, why would a complete stranger care what she thought?
Cadence laughed at herself when he pointed out, quite accurately that most psycho's didn't fall asleep in the forest. She continued laughing, though at the man's wit rather than her own stupidity, as he continued to give a theory as to how falling asleep might actually be how she lured in her prey. "Damn, you caught me." She said, still fighting the smile. "And yes, I do enjoy playing with my victims...especially the ones who think they're funny!" She gave him her best attempt at an intimidating glance, knowing it was more amused than serious and not caring in the least. "Which means you should be worried, very worried."
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 28, 2008 17:29:15 GMT -1
Her laugh was cute, contagious even. Vincent laughed a little as Cadence gave her rebuttle. She looked so cute when she laughed, if he were any other man he probably would have put on as charm as possible, but he knew that this little werewolf was wary, she was keeping a close eye on him.
But hey, she thought he was funny? That was one of the many things a guy needs to woo a girl. Since he had the jokes and the looks, the was that much closer to getting her, right? Probably not, but it couldn't stop him from hoping. Even if he wouldn't have her in the same fashion as a man and woman who were in love, companionship was more than enough. He needed friends and it seemed like Cadence may want a few who would accept her as a werewolf.
He made a mock frightened face, "Oh, I'm really worried... you just can't tell. I'm shaking in my boots, truth be told. But for some reason, you're such an engaging predator, I can't help but be drawn in by your traps."
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Cadence
Were-Wolf
I March to the Beat of an Indifferent Drum[Mo0:2]
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Post by Cadence on Dec 28, 2008 18:15:00 GMT -1
This back and forth they had going on was fun, easy. It was natural and it was better for the fact that there didn't seem to be anything behind it. No secret intentions, just a memorable first meeting. Anything that started with a forest and added a handsome guy and jokes about serial killers was bound to be memorable.
"Yup, I'm like the snake from jungle book. Trust in me." She grinned, wondering if he'd seen the movie. If he hadn't then she would probably look a little strange, not like that was anything out of the ordinary. Though it would be nice to keep a reputation as sane for at least the first meeting.
A thought occurred to her, if a little belatedly. He'd said that it was strange to find a young woman alone in the forest but he certainly hadn't seemed like he'd been expecting to find anyone out here either. "Wait, so what were you doing out here, alone, in the middle of the forest?" Well, he obviously wasn't looking for a place to take a nap, that much was certain. Still, it was just as strange to find a guy her age in the forest. Unless he was some huge nature buff, but he just didn't look like it to her.
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 28, 2008 18:42:47 GMT -1
Hmm, the Jungle Book... he remembered it coming out in the theaters, and all of the little kids who ran about talking about it. But it, like most other things aimed at children, he hadn't seen. "Sorry, I never saw that movie," he admitted, regretfully, "I wasn't much of a Disney child. But I will definately trust in you."
She asked what he was doing in the forest, it was something he wasn't quite expecting to be asked, but there it was. He put his jacket behind his head and fell backwards to the ground, he lay looking at the sky, hands behind his head. "I was just thinking... remembering, really. I mean, so much always happens when you're not thinking about it, and when you take the time to think about it, it's almost too late. Today was one of those days, catching up to everything before it's too late."
He was beginning to wonder if Cadence had forgotten any similarities between their lives and was seeing him as a normal twenty-something. Something he had always wanted, but now that it was here it was still so strange... almost unnatural in a way. He had spent decades trying to look like every other young adult, trying to act like them, think like them so that he could blend in. And now that he was getting his wish, to blend in, he wanted this one girl to know that he could sympathize with her much more than she thought.... why was it that life always got so confusing at times?
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Cadence
Were-Wolf
I March to the Beat of an Indifferent Drum[Mo0:2]
Posts: 52
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Post by Cadence on Dec 28, 2008 19:22:02 GMT -1
Of course he hadn't seen the movie, she should have guessed that with her luck that would be the case. First the stick, then the sleeping, now this. This whole meeting was like a one way ticket straight to embarrassment. Vincent didn't seem to notice all of it, except the sleeping, for that she was grateful. She fought a blush when he said that he'd trust in her, turning her head to the side and down for a moment. "I'll avoid disney quotes then, sorry." She said with a small grin. She'd been a huge disney child, truth be told she still was but no need to share that particular bit of information.
So there was a brain behind all that handsome and wit. Well, ok you had to have a brain to be witty but the reason for his being in the woods was a different kind of smarts, not book smarts and not even street smarts. His answer had an old world charm to it, some poetic thing that belonged to the male romantic lead in a Jane Austen novel.
There it was again, in his answer, that something not quite normal about him. Not wrong and not quite off, but definitely not normal. Cadence wanted to call him on it, make him fess up and satisfy her curiosity but that would undoubtedly bring questions from him that she didn't really want to answer. Besides, she wouldn't like someone she'd just met asking what she was, or accusing her of not being completely human, so chances were that Vincent wouldn't appreciate it either. She was having a good time with the guy, she didn't want to ruin it by offending him. She was curious, but she could stand to have her questions unanswered for now. What was life without mysteries?
This whole thing was like the start to a movie, or a book. Mysterious stranger happens upon a werewolf in the middle of the forest, but who was the hero of the tale? She didn't know if she could be classified as a hero but certainly the main character should be the protagonist right? Nothing against Vincent but from her point of view, the mysterious stranger was the plot development rather than the main character.
"So, care to make yourself a little bit less mysterious?" She fought the urge to add stranger to that. "Hobbies? A last name, maybe?" She laughed. "I have to get to know my latest victim after all."
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 28, 2008 21:38:08 GMT -1
Vincent could see the intrigue that painted the girl's features. He was confusing her, piquing her interest and keeping her by his side just by being himself... well at least his long dead human self. He liked what was developing between them, but he knew for a fact that the two of them couldn't stay together in this fake bliss. She wouldn't be satisfied until she knew what he was and he wouldn't feel normal until that happened. But there was something that was holding her back, Vincent didn't want to stray into her mind again, too many times inside and he may never be able to leave her alone.
Vincent smiled, she wanted to know something about him, but most everything would lead her straight to a truth that she didn't know if she wanted just yet. Just looking at her, he could tell that much. "I don't quite know if I have any hobbies... it changes as I get older, at this point they've all kind of died down to a small roar, not one more distinguishable among the others. As for a last name, it's Reed, though how that would lift any mystery, I know not."
The moment it was out of his mouth, Vincent was mentally slapping himself. If anything he had said that night hadn't already pegged him as an old man in the young man's body, saying 'I know not,' definately was the icing on the German chocolate cake.
"Now how about yourself, beautiful?" He asked.
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Cadence
Were-Wolf
I March to the Beat of an Indifferent Drum[Mo0:2]
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Post by Cadence on Dec 28, 2008 22:12:16 GMT -1
"Changes as you get older? You're what, 20?" She asked, knowing that it was straying dangerously close to the big question of what exactly this guy was. She couldn't help it, it had been to odd of a statement to ignore completely. She could dismiss a lot, ignore a lot, but not everything. Some things just had to be asked.
Vincent Reed, it was nice, rolled off the tongue. Though with a first name like Vincent, she had half expected some hard to pronounce foreign last name. She was glad that wasn't the case, she always felt dumb when she couldn't say someone's name right. "You never know, it could have been something like butcher and then I really would have been worried." Cadence grinned when he said he didn't see why a last name was important, she couldn't resist keeping their serial killer jokes going just a little bit longer.
She raised an eyebrow at 'I know not' that more than anything else supported her Jane Austen male romance lead image. It didn't do anything to discourage the top hat and suit one from earlier either.
Cadence tried to ignore the way the beautiful comment made her chest tight. "Well, I work at a pub so I'm not much of a party-er." She fought the urge to say she enjoyed long, luxuries bubble baths and long walks on the beach. This was beginning to sound like a blind date. "I watch old movies alot, Casablanca is my favorite." She shrugged, at least she'd answered the the question better than he had.
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 28, 2008 22:43:15 GMT -1
"Yeah," Vincent mumbled, he hated giving himself an age anymore, it was stupid. He never looked as old as he really was and he never acted as old as he looked. "I was forced to grow up alot quicker, though. Family issues the likes," Vincent couldn't quite figure out if it would be concievable to mention that he was in a war or if being 20 and having been in a war didn't work hand-in-hand. Hell, the girl didn't really need to know that much about him. Not now, and maybe not ever.
"Oh, I didn't mention to you, my middle name is 'the butcher'," Vincent joked. He smiled a lopsided smile, only reaching his left side, the same smile that always went hand in hand with a wink.
"Pub job, huh? That seems like it could get pretty dirty at times," Vincent knew how bar fights had gotten over the years. When he was really 20 he had to fear someone wearing rings when they hauled on him. Nowadays he had to be afraid of a gun. She must be used to danger, danger of the human variety at least. As for Casablanca, he remembered when that movie came out. He even remembered the girl that he went with, a smile crept across his face. Even with this strange girl he still seemed to find ways to think back on what had happened over the years.
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Cadence
Were-Wolf
I March to the Beat of an Indifferent Drum[Mo0:2]
Posts: 52
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Post by Cadence on Dec 28, 2008 23:04:39 GMT -1
Cadence understood having to grow up faster than normal, she understood having to take on responsibilities that the rest of the population your age, and probably most of the population who was older than you, didn't have to worry about. Obviously there were very few others who had to remember to stay human one night a month. Now it was her turn to mumble. "Yeah." It wasn't because she was uncomfortable with the conversation, she was just amazed at how well she understood that particular part of her mystery man's life.
"You really should mention that to a woman right off so she knows what she's getting into." That lopsided smile was unbelievably sexy, it was mischievous and gentle all at once. It seemed to promise both trouble and safety at the same time. "Vincent 'The Butcher' Reed...hmmmm." She mused and grinned.
Cadence shrugged when he said that a pub job could get pretty dirty. "It's not as bad as you might think, at least not where I work. It's not a popular place, most of the people who come there have been coming there for a long time and so they know each other. Of course, people and alcohol in one building means that fights do break out but they're usually pretty easy to deal with." And it helped that she wasn't as fragile as a normal human woman when it wasn't so easy to get folks to calm down.
"What about you? Do you work, go to school....?"
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 29, 2008 18:42:07 GMT -1
Vincent began to joke a bit more, he was enjoying the little banter that went between the two of them, he didn't want to ruin it but he knew sooner or later her curiousity may get the better of her and it may all be over. "Oh, I didn't think the middle name matter much, I mean, there are plenty of guys in the world with the name 'the Butcher', it's so ridiculously common."
When she said that bar fights were usually easy to deal with his mind went straight to a different place, a place where he'd bet her mind was headed as well. Bar fights were easy to break up when you're a werewolf, that's for sure. Vincent was beginning to hope that she'd show him what she's capable of, it had been so long since he had met a werewolf and the last time the werewolf had just been turned. He was looking forward to seeing what Cadence was capable of, after all she could be much more experienced than she let show.
She wanted to know what he did? He had no idea what to tell her, if he was going to play 20, he couldn't have finished college already unless he was really smart. And smarts he didn't have, he knew alot more about history than most, but all-in-all he wasn't Einstein or anything. Well, he determined he might as well tell her part of the truth, "I'm not in school anymore, I graduated and decided not to go to University, instead I wrote a few books. Nothing really important, and I've had a few articles published in newspapers... enough to keep enough money in the bank, but nothing that really paid out much." It was a good thing he had had a book published that past year under his actual name, if she were to look him up she'd find his newest book and a few books by some old guy by the same name. Just a coincidence.
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