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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Aug 22, 2010 21:30:21 GMT
TALL BLOND LETS OUT A CRY OF DESPAIR "i would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair""i'll have to find another tower somewhere""AND KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW" [/b][/center] I ran a hand through my hair absently. Devlin Tempest... His name meant Demon of the storm. Maybe that was a sign that I shouldn't get too close to him. "Maybe trying to turn you into a good man is a bad idea," I murmured. "You're far too self obsessed. Sorry."
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Aug 22, 2010 21:44:11 GMT
I blinked at her, taken aback. "I have no idea what you're talking about --" I stopped abruptly when I saw her expression. "I'm sorry , Kestrel," I said as I folded my arms, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems you are too quick to judge. You dont even know me; not really." I couldn't believe it... was I feeling, insulted?
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Aug 22, 2010 21:58:32 GMT
TALL BLOND LETS OUT A CRY OF DESPAIR "i would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair""i'll have to find another tower somewhere""AND KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW" [/b][/center] I bit my lip. His eyes were lighter today again -- silver. "Then..." I sighed. "At least let me fix you," I straightened his collar and fastened another button on his shirt to make him look more presentable. "You have got to get a tie," I commented.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Aug 22, 2010 22:09:46 GMT
"See now, thats where I draw the line," I told her, feeling the strangest butterfly sensation tickle my stomach as she fixed my collar. "I agreed to the changing my personality, but a tie? Really?!" That was not up for discussion. There was nothinkg wrong with the way I looked. I was gorgeous, full stop.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Aug 22, 2010 22:27:20 GMT
TALL BLOND LETS OUT A CRY OF DESPAIR "i would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair""i'll have to find another tower somewhere""AND KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW" [/b][/center] "Stop fidgetting," I ordered, stepping closer to him, trying to fix his hair. The messy bad-boy style was going to have to go. He grabbed my wrist to stop me. "Don't," I warned him, using my other hand to push his hair back so that it looked neater. "Let go of my wrist," I ordered him quietly, noticing that his grip had tightened. "Tempest, let go of my wrist."
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Aug 22, 2010 22:52:09 GMT
I let go off her wrist, grinning as I ruffled my hair and avoided her hands, which were trying to fix the mess I'd made. "I look fine, Kestrel, honest to God, stop messing up my hair." I muttered, feeling a little annoyed. I needed some fresh air, the smell of alcohol in the bar was beginning to get too much. "I'll be right back," I muttered, standing up and leaving without waiting for her reply.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Aug 22, 2010 23:07:02 GMT
TALL BLOND LETS OUT A CRY OF DESPAIR "i would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair""i'll have to find another tower somewhere""AND KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW" [/b][/center] Rude much, I thought to myself. The guy next to me chuckled a little at Devlins attitude. I turned to him, leading on the bar. "Buy me a drink," I sighed. He looked at me in surprise. He was young, early twenties probably. Blond hair and green eyes. Handsome. "Do I know you?" He asked, looking me up and down. "Does it matter?" I retorted. He smiled at me. He had a nice smile. A second later the bartender came with the drinks he'd ordered us. "You from around here?" He asked. "Embers," I told him. "Really?" He took a swig. "Me too. I'm in my third year," he grinned at me. "Photography." I smiled at him. "Kestrel Savage," I shook his hand. "Is that your real name?" he laughed. "Micky. Micky Shanks."
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Aug 22, 2010 23:23:40 GMT
I stood outside for a good twenty minutes, feeling a little woozy. Which I found odd, considering I'd fed yesterday evening. I went back inside the crowded bar, feeling no better than I was twenty minutes ago. Kestrel was where I'd left her, and she was talking to a handsome stranger who'd obviously come onto her. I stood back and watched the scene play out, waiting for her to shove him off like she did me. But she didn't. What the hell? There was no way that green eyed git was in any way handsomer than me. I walked up to them, smiling friendily but growling inside. "Hey, who's your friend?" I asked as they both turned to look at me.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Aug 22, 2010 23:33:04 GMT
TALL BLOND LETS OUT A CRY OF DESPAIR "i would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair""i'll have to find another tower somewhere""AND KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW" [/b][/center] "Tempest, this is Micky Shanks," I gestured to Micky. "Micky, Devlin Tempest," I presented Tempest. I saw a girl from Theta walk in. "I'll be back in a sec," I told them, walking over to her. "Saoirse, hey," I smiled at her. "Kestrel!" She hugged me. "How are you?" "I'm--" "Come outside with me, you have to meet some of my friends!" She pulled me outside into the night with her.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Aug 22, 2010 23:51:46 GMT
"Devlin, huh?" Micky grinned at me as he stretched out his hand for me to take. "Interesting name." "Thanks," I muttered, although I wasn't sure if he meant that in a friendly or sarcastic way. I took his hand and shook it. He flinched when my skin touched his and his facial expression changed dramatically. As though he'd realised something. He composed himself quickly though as he stood up. "Join me for a moment? Outside." He walked ahead and held ope the door, letting in some refreshing night air. I hesitated for a moment, but decided to follow.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Aug 23, 2010 0:05:08 GMT
TALL BLOND LETS OUT A CRY OF DESPAIR "i would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair""i'll have to find another tower somewhere""AND KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW" [/b][/center] They were all drunk and happy and alive. A nice change. One of them even kissed me, but I pushed him off. "And this is Toby," Saoirse was saying. "But not that you need him," she led me away from the crowd. "Who were those guys you were with in there?" "Em..." I knew Saoirses rep for sleeping with whoever she could. "One of them is a student in my night class, and anither is a photography student," I shrugged.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Aug 23, 2010 0:35:52 GMT
I followed Micky out into the cold night, curious. If he wanted a kiss or anything he was going to have to buy me dinner first. I chuckled at the thought. "What?" Micky asked as he turned around. He'd lead us into an alleyway, out of sight and earshot from nearby people. "Just remembered something." I grinned, folding my arms. "Can I ask why you insisted I follow you here?" I asked. "You're a vampire, aren't you Devlin?" Micky blurted out. I blinked at him, "What?" I asked, feeling a mixture of confusion and disbelief. how did he know about vampires? He couldn't be a slayer, could he? He wasn't good looking enough. "I don't know what you're talking about." I muttered, trying to sound insulted. "Tell me Micky, how much have you had to drink tonight?" Micky chuckled and reached into his pocket to pull out a wooden stake. Shit. "I hoped we could settle this calmly, but..." He came closer to me, the stake in his hand.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Aug 23, 2010 0:47:57 GMT
TALL BLOND LETS OUT A CRY OF DESPAIR "i would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair""i'll have to find another tower somewhere""AND KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW" [/b][/center] "Really, Saoirse," I objected, trying to walk away from her. "No really!" She pulled me back, "Is he good in bed?" "Saoirse, we haven't--" "On a scale of one to ten?" "Saoirse--" "Top or bottom?" "Enough! We havent-- I mean we're not-- He's just a friend," I told her honestly. "He's not even a friend, he's a total dick!" "Speaking of di--" "Saoirse!" I interrupted her. I was laughing as I walked back into the bar. My laugh didn't last long. Tempest was gone. So was Micky. Unbelievale. "Men," I rolled my eyes. I walked back out of the bar, and into the crowd of Saoirse's friends. "Kessie? Where are you going?" Saoirse asked, in a tone that sounded like she thought she'd done something wrong. "I think I might head back--" "Aw Kessie don't!" he begged, grabbing my arm to stop me.
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Post by Devlin Tempest on Aug 23, 2010 1:28:09 GMT
I ducked away from his attack. I fortold his next move and ducked away from that too. "Will you please stop swinging that piece of wood at me?!" I growled at him. "Stand still!"He yelled angrily. What the hell kind of stupid ass slayer was he? "Look," I growled, getting seriously annoyed. "You're really pissing me off right now so, I'm leaving." I turned to walk away. "Get you're ugly ass back here!" Micky shouted and I froze. Oh no he didn't just call me ugly... 'C'mon Dev, he aint worth it,' I thought to myself. "Yeah! You heard me, you're ugly! You're a shit stain on the blanket of life you are!" Micky called again tauntingly. That did it. I turned and swung a punch at him, full force in the jaw. He stumbled backwards, just as Kestrel grabbed my fist before I could swing again.
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Post by Kestrel Savage. on Aug 23, 2010 1:45:36 GMT
TALL BLOND LETS OUT A CRY OF DESPAIR "i would have cut it myself if i knew men could climb hair""i'll have to find another tower somewhere""AND KEEP AWAY FROM THE WINDOW" [/b][/center] I grabbed his fist when he went to swing at Micky again. "What is this?" I asked coolly, raising my eyebrows. I used my strength as a slayer to push his fist backwards. "Kestrel, stay out of the way," Micky was stmlingto his feet, "For your own safety." I rolled my eyes. "My safety?" I laughed, looking at Micky, releasing Tempest's fist. "Why were you fighting?" I demanded.
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