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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2017 5:13:35 GMT
 Charlotte "Charlie" Hunt
For the tenth time in the past eight minutes a certain red scarf was taken off her neck and rewrapped. There was a slight breeze the worn down fabric flap too much, causing its owner to become fairly annoyed. Normally such a breeze wouldn't be a problem but the tension she carried so heavily in her shoulders made it unbearable. She wanted nothing more than to be back in her old apartment, but it was behind her now. That life she lead there was gone, a couple miles apart. She would rather it be a couple million but she took what she could get.
Shifting her attention from her scarf to the ground at her feet she couldn't help but see the changes. The earth was raw and bare where countless cars had driven over it, Charlie for a brief moment regretted not buying a car, but cars were expensive. The money she had needed to last long enough for her to find a place. She wondered for a brief moment if her childhood home would be up for sale, had the family that bought it from her moved on? No longer curious about the past, Charlie let the breeze ruffle her scarf again, this time she let it happen. No use getting angry.
Instead of fidgeting with her scarf, Charlie ruffled her fingers through her short hair, she realized she'd need a new cut soon. Half tempted just to do it herself, Charlie allowed herself to get distracted by the idea. Losing herself in thought.
notes: undisclosed time. will set it for Fall 1st because today's date isn't actually on the calendar. |
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Post by AIZEN on Apr 22, 2017 14:22:21 GMT
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Aizen inhaled sharply, the scent of greenery filling his senses as he sought to pick out the light fragrance of flower and the musk of a woodland creature. The wind had a tendency to carry such things, caring little if it revealed the location or presence of another. Licking his lips in an absent fashion, the man noted that his target was perhaps a mile from his present location. He rarely traveled the mountainous areas, much preferring the safety of his little town. With civilization came such bountiful benefits; and as a child he oft looked upon the feral with such pity because of his acknowledgement of that fact. Yet he was far too well-learnt to assume that wild beasts were dissatisfied by their positions in this world. They were free in nature - ruled only by instinct and their ability to survive. [break][break]
The only reason why he was trotting upon a well-aged pathway ,which led deeper into such wild territory, was for purely sentimental value. Flowers - a certain breed which could only be found here - were beginning to sprout in abundance. And his mother simply adored the brightly colored flora, often arranging them in a bundle before placing the beautiful collection in a vase she owned. Once he collected an appropriate amount he intended to leave with haste. Domestication had run far too deep within him, a portion of his mind urging him to quicken his steps and complete the task at hand as soon as possible.[break][break]
'It should take no more than an hour or so to return home - as long as I don't run across any snags.'[break][break]
He took to sniffing the air again, and something familiar immediately flowed into his flaring nostrils. [break][break]
'A female?'[break][break]
A low hum slipped past his lips, his interest clear as he continued onward at an adequate pace. A figure revealed itself moments later - idle. He paused for a moment, considering very carefully if he should simply pass or politely announce his appearance. His steps were careful, little noise coming from each foot fall as he neared the lean female. Her hair was dark and slightly messed in style - the tone of her skin a fetching shade of brown. At the moment, he failed to catch a glimpse of her eyes, causing him to once again halt his movement before raising his hand to wave lightly.[break][break]
"Excuse me? Hello?"
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It was odd, the woman somehow smelled strange. It caused his senses to prickle, yet he could not understand why.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2017 19:42:42 GMT
Charlotte "Charlie" Hunt
She heard movement around her, a sense that remained unexplained to her. Her lack of knowledge and understanding of her own power left her vey unaware of how intune she was with her senses. Charlie had little to compare to, no one besides her father and Jace knew about her power. It wasn't great conversation to bring up the fact that when she was scared she'd shift into a wolf. On top of that it wasn't easy to explain that her hearing was better, sense of smell stronger than most. Charlie wasn't comfortable to talk about it.
Looking up at the right moment, Charlie saw the man ahead of her and stopped mid-stride. She didn't take another step or even wave back, instead she avoided eye contact and attempted to mumble a reply.
"Um..Hello," She replied back, finding a little shred of courage to look up at him. He seemed familiar but Charlie wasn't really able to place where. It had been a few years since she left her home town but perhaps he'd recognize her or maybe not. Either way Charlie was eager to be on her way again but remained polite.
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Post by AIZEN on Apr 29, 2017 2:12:12 GMT
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He approached closely now, resisting the natural urge to press closer in order to ensure he got a proper whiff of her scent. There was something strange about this particular female. Well, not strange. It was more so that there was a hint present that caused him to suspect she may be a Seeker. There was a subtle submissive air about her as well, as though she was uncertain of how to address him properly. His ears twitched slightly, managing to just barely capture the low murmur of her voice. It was a bit discouraging, and Aizen had no intention of placing her within an uncomfortable situation. Still, he had dealt with this brand of shyness many times over in the past, and decided against simply avoiding conversation. [break][break]
"You're..."
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Yet another pause, the male's nostril's flaring once again. A look of concentration flitted across his features, as though he was searching the confines of his memory at that very moment. Aizen peered down silently at the female, lips soon becoming pursed.
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"I don't know your name. May I have it? Mine's Aizen! Aizen Ito."
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There was obvious interest there, his look expectant and eager as he awaited some semblance of an answer.
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"Your surname shall do, miss."
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He proceeded to grin in a kindly way despite the look revealing pointed teeth.
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 5:43:04 GMT
Charlotte "Charlie" Hunt
Charlie studied him, like a feral dog watching a strange human. However there was something comforting about Aizen, he had ears coming out of his head. He was a seeker like her but perhaps more intune with his powers then Charlie was. She wouldn't trust him despite being of the same background but she would talk to him. But she still wanted to remain polite.
Keeping her eyes on him as he introduce himself, Charlie clutched slightly to her backpack but tried to relax. His kind grin made her uneasy, mostly because she had recently dealt with some personal issue. People were kind on the surface but cruel and mean under it.
"My name is Charlie Hunt," She told him, her voice soft. She didn't want to give her formal name because she preferred 'Charlie'.
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