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Post by lack of personality on Jun 30, 2007 15:31:40 GMT -5
"Welcome to Golich. Population: 102"
Jordan Samson scoffed at the sign. If it wasn't for mother being transferred to the lamest place on Earth, he would have been at home watching music videos and chilling back in 93° weather.
But he wasn't. He was riding in a rented car between boxes of stuff. He was wrapped in two different blankets with a jacket and sweater beneath it. He was moving into Golich.
"Jordan," his mother giggled. "Try to cheer up. Things could be worse."
"You're not the one freezing your ass off," he snapped back.
Turning to glare at him, she warned, "Watch it."
Rolling his eyes, he turned to look out the window. White. White. And more white. Groaning, he started to kick the back of his older brother's seat.
"If you want to see your sixteenth birthday," Jake growled turning to glare at his little brother, "you will stop that!!!"
Sulking, Jordan turned to glare at the falling snowflakes. He kept his eyes glued on the all-white scenery. Suddenly, he saw a spot of dark brown standing in the middle of the boring landscape.
Then it was gone. He turned to look back at the spot, but it had disappeared. Turning back to ask his brother about it, he heard his mother announce that they were at their new home.
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Post by Miss Murder on Jul 5, 2007 11:34:18 GMT -5
Julia Ford plunged back into the snow storm, heart pounding. When she reached a fringe of humongous trees, she stopped running, shaking the snow from her dark auburn fur.
Slowly, she began to prowl through the trees, her wide azure-blue eyes alert to the shadows that seemingly danced from between the trees. When she was sure that no one was watching, she slowly morphed from wolf to Human.
"How could I have let them see me?" She demanded softly, shaking flecks of snow from her waist-length curls. She brushed the fluff from her meager clothing; black tanktop, torn jeans, red Converse hightops, and a soft old leather coat that had once been her father's.
Barely pondering her slight French accent, Julia continued berating herself. "That boy saw me... I have no choice now. I have to bring him to realize what he is, before they get to him.."
She whistled quietly, and her white American Eskimo dog, Sheeva, bounded through the trees. He stared up at her, patiently listening as she explained to him the plan she'd subconsciously formed.
Watching from between a couple of close-spaced trees, Julia waited until the young man had gotten out of the back of the car, once it had been parked in the driveway of a house that had recently been sold. He looked to be maybe a bit older than her fifteen years, but she didn't bother to wonder on his age any more.
"Now!" She gave an almost inaudible whisper to Sheeva, who burst from the trees and toward the boy, turning just before he would have run into him. But Julia, who'd started running after Sheeva, couldn't stop in time.
Although this was deliberate, she still felt bad when she ran into him, causing them to both hit the ground. "Sacre bleu!" Julia let her pretty face show horror. "Are you okay?! I'm so, so, so sorry!"
She rolled her slender figure off of him, pulling him up. She was short enough to have to look up at him, hoping that he wouldn't be too angry with her. If he was, she'd just ruined her chances of befriending him and gently urging him to her side of the war.
"Erm... Well... Welcome to Golich...?" She offered him a shaky smile, batting her eyelashes. Her eyes sparkled, and the sun glowed low in the sky behind her, outlining her figure in the flurries of snow. She wasn't quite sure if he was the type to go for looks over personality, though, and could just hope that he'd find some sort of interest in her either way.
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