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Post by wickedmagik on Jun 25, 2012 3:20:51 GMT -5
Sunday night and he had nothing better to do than loiter around a stupid shopping complex. Where was everyone, they seemed to have dropped off of the face of the earth. Whatever, it meant more time for himself, that was all that meant. In fact he had taken the time to brush up on some more magic, learn a few things they wouldn't ever try in the circle, and even managed to push his telekinesis to higher steps. He was putting himself on the fast track to becoming powerful, minus a few key things, and it all started ever since he touched that stupid box in Marina's house. It was as if things that normally wouldn't make sense started to become clear to him.
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Wes leaned against the wall for awhile as he watched people finish their shopping. He had a pocket full of cash, but nothing he really even wanted, save for something to eat. Yet laziness had started to overcome him, causing him to become nothing more than a lethargic spot on the wall. His thoughts drifted back again to that box, how the image on it had winked at him, how he was no crazy. Something was starting to become different for him, these odd feelings, the dreams were not unrelated.
"God, even indirectly they seem to interfere in your life." he muttered to himself as he shook his head. Lately there was this scary urge to test his new powers on the people that passed him. How could he ever subjugate anyone without knowing if he had the strength to torment another being? Sure he knew he could bring himself to kill demons, to kill all sorts of things that went bump in the night, but what about nosey humans? Maybe tonight would be the night he finally put that idea to the test, but then again his mind drifted back to the thought of being lazy and it seemed that was the popular vote.
"Where is Claire or Kyra when you need them?" he grumbled under his breath, sighing and putting that cool gaze back on his face. Just as he did so, a group of teenage girls passed, giggling loudly as they pointed and whispered at him. |
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Jun 25, 2012 4:14:44 GMT -5
She slipped out of a store with a sigh, she'd needed to get underthings for the dress she had planned to wear for the gala. Armed with the delicate bags that only high end shoppes provided she backed out of one gracefully and saw Wes lounging lazily against the wall like model in a fashion magazine. She was glad her bags were discrete and that tiffany's had come through for her dad's request. The familiar robin egg blue bag also carefully held in her hands as she sighed. She was dating Trent and her father had insisted she dress the part of a lady. She was supposed to be getting engaged at some point and had to look fabulous in case Trent popped the question at any point. Of course she had a bruise on her arm that her dad had given her for dawdling a bit too long for his taste. He hadn't broken skin but it showed up brightly against her skin. Anyone could see the marks on her arm were in the shape of a hand. She was so shamed by it. No one else had to do this. What was worse was her dad had sniffed her again, he was holding onto her longer and only the fact that she'd let him see he was hurting her arm made him let go. He wasn't wanting her to scar and he'd promised her with it being so close to things finally working for him that he wouldn't hit her. Her life was not getting any easier it seemed. "Penny for your thoughts?" she asked him softly as she placed her bags on her arm that wasn't bruised, she could sense he was unsettled, "Is everything okay?" she asked as she tilted her head and regarded him, her brown curls flowing about her back lightly as her headband kept them in check. |
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Post by wickedmagik on Jun 25, 2012 4:39:56 GMT -5
Was she following him or something? She seemed to be everywhere he was when it was least convienient, but he shook himself from his thoughts anyway. Looking at her with a rather laid back gaze, he noted the fact that she seemed to be carrying a mountain of bags. However his first thought was not to help or even offer, but to subconciously reply to himself with what else do rich girls do? Shaking his head at her, he simply laughed a bit before deciding to tell her off later for interupting his thinking, there was time for it all later anyway. Wes was changing, unsure of whether or not he liked or if he could stop the direction he was taking.
"If anyone could afford them, it would probably be you." he said, shrugging his shoulders as he pushed off of the wall a bit. That came out to sound alot more bitter than he meant, so instead he amended somewhat to a passive, "Don't worry about it. Just some stuff." he said plainly. Dicussing feelings was for chicks, he planned to leave that alone, if he wanted to talk to someone it would probably be one of his guy friends with a beer in hand. "I see you're busy, as always. What is all this stuff?" he asked, raising a brow at her. She never seemed to be too interested in going shopping like this before.
In fact, since she changed a bit, he noticed she seemed to be doing alot of things she never did before. Wes was starting to feel like there was something else going on here, but he didn't bother to pry the other day when they saw each other last. "Just a long, very uninteresting day." he said, though that was partially a lie. He had managed to lift himself up off the ground to a hover with his own telekinesis, that much was exciting. However he would never reveal just how much he knew about his powers to anyone, the element of surprise was always a great advantage.
"No goons to help you carry it all? I would've thought your father might have insisted on it." he said, looking around as if they might step out of the wood works at any moment. There was a small chuckle as he seemed to settle down. He wasn't ignorant to the bruise on her arm that was so visible, but to him that wasn't any of his business. Something in the back of his mind echoed the question of why should he care? He wasn't some white knight, even if sometimes he had moments where he pretended to be. Something echoed dark things into the back of his mind, planted a hunger. |
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Jun 25, 2012 5:01:56 GMT -5
"My father affords it." she corrected him gently as she looked at him and noticed his darker emotions washing through him, "I buy what he tells me to." she said inhaling slightly as she looked at him, "You didn't think I suddenly started dressing like this on my own did you?" she snorted softly as she looked at him when he asked what was in the bags, "Its underwear." she said plainly, "My dad wants me to go to this gala that is going on at the school and I had to get the proper underthings to go with it as well as perfume and the jewelry he ordered in advance. Believe me I HATE shopping. I'd rather be doing just about anything else but shopping." she muttered softly as she readjusted her bags a bit more.
"My dad is hoping this gala is going to be a chance for him to gain some toehold in the university. He's evidently a big contributor to the school and they're trying to convince him to fund the football team. Given how much he hates Rodney...well they are trying to sweeten the deal a bit more at the gala. And as a result, I have to show up in an evening gown dressed to the nines looking so amazing it sets tongues wagging while still trying to get my boyfriend to pop the question at some point." she wanted to cry the more she thought about it. "So yeah just a little stressed out right now because if my dad isn't happy with the result...." she sighed, "Well it falls on me if things don't go the way my dad wants, family expectations of greatness and all that jazz." she muttered softly as she made her way to her limo and sighed as she turned, her dress swirled about her leaving the scent of roses in its wake. She tilted her head, her makeup flawless as she regarded him silently. For all that she looked like a million bucks there was still the old Mari there, "Hense the makeover, the hair and the outfits..."
"I gave them the night off. I needed to get some fresh air without having people follow me around like I'm a foreign dignitary or my dad trying to grab my ass." she said with a sigh as she beckoned him to follow her and she stored her bags in the back. The elderly driver helping store her purchases in the trunk, "Are you hungry? I know the haunted mansion probably freaked you out the other day and the least I can do is make up for my dad's macabre taste for all things dead, dying and antiquated." she muttered as she saw the driver move around to the other side to open the door while she slid in and down so he could slide in if he wanted.
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Post by wickedmagik on Jun 28, 2012 15:00:40 GMT -5
"You might want to consider sending him to a more current fashion class then. His choices could use a little help." Wes said, being a smart ass as usual. Today there was so much going on in his head, so many problems that he was a brooding ball of angst. In fact, Marina would probably be able to feel those feelings. Confusion, love, anger, and even his darkest emotion; desire. For what was probably undetermined, however that dark feeling would lead him to do horrible things soon. Through it all however Claire was on his mind, somewhere along the way it had become her who was driving him in the back of his head.
If he could take this power, if he was strong enough, no one he cared for would be at the mercy of people like Jace. There was a misguided sense of justice building in him, warping him, and twisting him into a vessel of righteous fury. Though as she went on to explain about the football team, Wes shook his head. Rich people, all they ever did was try to collect stuff, it was pretty annoying. "The day he does that, I think I might actually quit and give Brentel some peace." he said, there was a smirk on his face as he offered a shrug of his shoulders. "What the hell is a Gala?" he asked, raising a brow. That was a word he had never heard anyone use before now, but then again it was probably something that didn't even apply to him.
She always, always said something that made Wes feel uncomfortable. They were the most messed up family he had ever encountered, which made things awkward when he saw them. "What the hell? Break his face, that is disgusting.." Wes said, wrinkling his face up in a look of horror. It sounded alot like he was going to be dragged into whatever the hell was going on by associating with her, but even he wasn't so cold yet as to tell her to get lost. "Sure, I guess. As long as I don't get mauled by your goons for being too close to you. Or you know, having a penis in the general vicinity of his precious daughter." he added smartly, chuckling to himself as he climbed into the car.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Jun 28, 2012 17:21:54 GMT -5
"I'll be sure to pass on your suggestion." she nodded with a grin as she smiled at him. Her head was ringing slightly from the noise and she blinked and pushed her glasses up on her nose. She slid her bags into the trunk.
"An elitist word for party. Its a big university thing. Don't worry, my father will probably get bored before anything happens." she could sense his anger and she backed off him teasing wise. He was a volatile mix. "Wes, if this isn't a good time I'll back off. I mean I can see the tension in your shoulders. I'm not trying to piss you off."
"The last time I struck my father I ended up in the hospital." she said bluntly. Wes was weirded out she was just not gonna say anything and shut her mouth for the next few weeks. She looked forward and put her chin on her hand. What did Claire see in this dick? She was damned if she could see it. He didn't give a shit about 99 percent of the world. "Forget it. Its my problem. I'll handle it." she waved it off and sighed.
"My goons have the night off and you've never looked at me with anything remotely like lust so I think I'm pretty darn safe in this car." she admitted. "And thanks. I'll tell my dad you approve of his car choices if not his dress choices." She looked at him, "So where would you like to go she asked him gently. "Seems like you've had a lot on your shoulders and while I don't want to pry sometimes just getting away from it all helps."
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