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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Nov 2, 2008 15:34:18 GMT -5
Danny watched the crowd with a small smile, eyes sharp and focused. A happy couple, holding hands, strolled past him with a giggle. An adorably small child played in the fountain with his father close by. An old woman smiled as she threw handful after handful of seeds to a flock of pigeons. What exactly was it that made these activities so enjoyable? Each action was completely pointless, serving no other purpose than amusement. Did feeding pigeons provide the same thrill as killing? No. Was the fun from playing a fountain the same as the fun from breaking someone’s neck? Probably not. Was holding hands with the one you loved as wonderful as soaring through the night sky? …Danny couldn’t answer that one. Sighing, the teen rose from the park bench and shouldered his pack, from which a strange clattering noise came. He walked towards the path, carefully searching the area. He was bored, and looking for the unfortunate individual that would serve as a distraction. What horrible things he would do to that person, only his sick mind knew. “…jackpot,” said black haired boy with a grin. His eyes had drifted over to an interesting-looking figure, now making comfy at the base of a tree. He started his way over, backpack still clattering slightly.
((I apologize for this not being longer. u_u I hope to have a fun roleplay.))
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 2, 2008 18:34:13 GMT -5
Amber idled around the park watching with slight amusement the things people did to pass time. Her ponytail shifted slightly in the breeze so she flicked her head so her raven black hair settled lightly on her left shoulder. She wore an elbow length ocean blue V-neck shirt with a short-sleeved pure white T-shirt underneath. Her comfortable baggy khaki colored pants rubbed slightly against her leg as she crossed her ankles. She observed the couples laughing with each other, kids hanging out and playing around, and settled on watching an old lady feed pigeons. She could’ve found better, but she always had a soft side for animals. Softly, as to make sure she didn’t hurt herself on accident, Amber plopped down on the vibrant green grass in the shade of a tall oak tree.
After a few moments of surveying the area, she made up her mind and slipped her backpack from behind her back. The backpack was a normal chocolate brown leather backpack with a few large pockets for binders or books and a bottle holder on a side, which currently held a small sized bottle of Ozarka water. Amber pulled out a medium hardback book with a deep blue cover and white letters. Drawing out the inside cover from the middle, she suspended the new book open and began reading.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Nov 2, 2008 19:22:14 GMT -5
A soft wind blew as Danny approached the person, who was now occupying herself with a book. She had long, black hair somewhat tied up with a purplish blue ribbon. Danny vaguely wondered what it would look like if the ribbon was red. Of course, that's not important right now. "Why hello there!" the teenage boy said, having reached the rather large tree she was sitting at. A wide, friendly grin was plastered on his face, but it did not extend to his eyes. "Might I ask what book you're reading?" The title was obscured by the girl's grip. Try to be friendly now, thought Danny maliciously. Wouldn't want to scare her away before the game can start.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 2, 2008 19:47:27 GMT -5
Amber was just finishing a chapter when she heard somebody holler slightly towards her right. She didn’t suspect anyone was talking to her because she was so sure she wasn’t meeting anyone. In any case, her eyes glanced up from under her bangs and ended up surprised at what she saw. A lanky teenage boy with purple-black spiky hair tied in a short ponytail. A wide grin was attached to his face, but his eyes stayed guarded.
Amber was still staring at him when she realized he had asked her a question. She didn’t want to waste anymore time than needed and hastily replied, “It’s called Breathe; A Ghost Story by Cliff McNish. It’s supposedly a lone star book this year and it’s quiet good.” With a sudden jolt, Amber realized she was talking to a complete stranger. Never talk to strangers her parents always said. Keeping to her usual humor, she gave a small smile and questioned, “Just so I don’t have to explain talking to strangers, you wouldn’t mind telling me who you are would you?” To someone else it might have sounded like an innocent question, but underneath the tone she really was telling them to answer. While he was contemplating his response, Amber quickly slipped the inside cover on the page she stopped at.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Nov 2, 2008 19:55:26 GMT -5
Danny's smile grew wider as he examined the girl before him. He saw straight through her smile; after all, he was a master of fake smiles himself. She was on guard, and this impression was pronounced further in her tone. She sounded as though she were trying to be commanding. How funny. "My name is Daniel, but please call me Danny," the cold-eyed boy stated. "It sounds much friendlier." Ah, the irony. Suddenly, he sat down and pulled his knees up to his chest, as though trying to stay away from the girl. "Talking to strangers goes both ways, you know. Might I ask your name?" He sat his backpack down with a clatter. Not much longer until we can play... he thought, brushing black bangs away. At this level, he could see her peculiar eyes; yellow-green. They looked oddly like a cat's.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 2, 2008 20:12:31 GMT -5
Even though the teen looked hyper aware of his surroundings, Amber was completely calm. She believed any opposing danger could be avoided quiet easily. Her long legs gave her a chance for a quick get away, and if that didn’t work there was always one possibility left. She silently set her book on the grass next to her even as her sensitive ears listening closely to his tone. He was trying to sound friendly, but not trying to be friendly. Amber decided to go along with his little game. He plopped down near her and pulled his knees to his chest.
As she listened in on his reply, she let out an honest carefree chuckle. “Right… the name’s Amber.” Although she didn’t mind company, Amber was always one to be more comfortable around animals than people. Dang genetics. Absentmindedly, she smiled at her own thought. Quick to get to the point, she asked, “So if you don’t mind me asking, what’s a teenage boy doing alone in the park? Just enjoying the warm weather?”
Amber knew it sounded like she was mocking him, but she couldn’t help it even if she didn’t mean it. It was days like these she was more often fishing at the pier or hanging around the games at the harbor near her family’s small restaurant, not spent talking to boys she didn’t even know.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Nov 2, 2008 20:43:31 GMT -5
Danny watched the girl, trying to analyze her actions. Why did she chuckle and smile? Was what he said funny or something? "Amber..." the boy muttered softly, too low his aquaintance to hear. "Your name is Amber, hm? Quite interesting...and as for what I'm doing here? Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to play a game with me." A drastic change came over the teen. His grin was replaced with a manipulative, evil smirk, and his eyes narrowed slightly. He withdraw his arms from his knees and placed his hands on the ground beside him; he looked as though he were going to jump up and attack. He now seemed to be a threat, something to be wary of. "Would you like to play?" His tone was on the edge of being dangerous.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 2, 2008 20:57:13 GMT -5
Amber watched Danny as he got lost in his own thoughts. She was just about to get ready for a long wait, but listened to his unusual request. Just as he had asked, Amber immediately thought of every possibility. To start off, he either wants to hurt me, or really wants to play a simple game. While she was thinking, Amber stared at him. His eyes were a malicious cold dark brown with the hidden attempt at a dangerous game. Amber was sure of it; his thoughts were not friendly no matter how he sounded.
Although Amber knew his intent, she voiced her thoughts. “Well, that would depend. What kind of game are you thinking of. Obviously not a simple game of hide and seek.” Amber smiled brightly at her own hilarity, even if it wasn’t even amusing. She didn’t believe in reincarnation and knew everyone only had one life, and she believed you should live it at its fullest. Though she wasn’t thinking it at the time, something in the back of her mind knew this wouldn’t be a short conversation. Amber turned to the side to cram her book inside her backpack and turned back to look at him as she waited to hear his attempt at hiding his true intention.
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Post by Mr. Peace-and-Logic on Nov 2, 2008 21:25:31 GMT -5
Danny waited patiently as Amber considered his question, memorizing the subtle motions that betrayed her thoughts. She stared at him, for one thing, with a somewhat defensive look in her eyes. He also noticed the sound of her breathing changed. He simply smirked more. "What kind of game? Well, my dear..." His smirk became a menacing grin. "The kind of game I wish to play...is called checkers." He immediately shrugged off his bag and unzipped it; inside, there was a somewhat battered box of checkers. The pieces rattled as he lifted it out, revealing the source of the sound from earlier. "What do you say, Miss Amber?" Danny asked, his smile deceptively evil. "It'll be fun. But I must warn you, I am quite the formidable enemy when it comes to this game." So that was it. The horrible thing he had planned, the terrible game he had in mind, was just checkers.
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Post by .: T O K I :. on Nov 2, 2008 21:39:19 GMT -5
((YOU BUTT. I wrote those beautiful paragraphs of suspence just to have Amber play checkers. Baw.)) ------------------------------------------------------ Although Amber was ready for a challenge, she admitted she was relieved that she wouldn’t have to be going anywhere. Checkers. Oh the humanity, what has this world come to? Disbelieved, she asked, “Checkers? Really?” Now that any sense of danger had pasted, Amber was completely back to her normal humorous self as if the whole incident never happened. Teasingly she added, “Oh boy. I really can’t play checkers, but I’ll humor you as a return favor.” Most likely he had no idea what she was talking about, but he seemed the observant type so he probably had a slight clue, but Amber wasn’t one to make quick assumptions. Thinking quickly Amber smirked slightly; her eyes gleamed with playfulness. Quick as lightning, she snatched the small box causing it to clatter. At the touch, she could tell the box was used a lot which proved he does play checkers. Silently she watched her own hands as she unfolded the box and began setting up the pieces on the sides so her new “guest” could choose which color he wanted to start with.
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