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Post by olivia turner on Nov 27, 2008 12:48:08 GMT -5
 It’s to late for you And your White Horse [/right] Alaska was the last place anyone would ever choose to live, especially someone from the Deep South. Besides Alaska was so cold and was in the middle of the woods. There was nothing around. Many people is this small little town of Denali only seemed to care about how big of a deer they shot or if the fish were ready to catch. The people of Denali were defiantly were roughing it. There were barely any stores in the town of Denali anyways. How did anyone buy anything that wasn’t fleece or plaid. There probably wasn’t any internet connection in town anyways. No myspace of facebook for the teenagers. How did they ever stay connected? Well there were probably only ten or so teenagers so they probably didn’t need facebook anyways.
Olivia dreaded the thought of getting out of her nice cozy car but she really needed some coffee though. Her mom wasn’t the best cook and it only made it worse now that she was going through some sort of depression. All the coffee she ever made was burnt or was crunchy. It just wasn’t right. The blonde girl forced her fingers to clasp around the door handle as she pushed took a moment to collect herself. The click of the latch seemed to echo throughout the car as she pushed the door open. The icy air hit Olivia square in the face and she had to suck in her breath. It made it extremely difficult to though.
If anyone looked at Olivia they could tell two things. One, she didn’t belong in Denali Alaska, and two, she loved her name brand clothing. Really not wanting to wear the ugly clothes her mother had bought her at the town store, Olivia had pulled on a pair of her tight fitting Lucky Brand jeans, her Coach jacket and her pair of large Uggs. To finish off the look she had pulled on a white scarf hat and mittens. She figured she was ready to face the cold but as she pushed the door closed behind her she couldn’t help but to shiver. It probably didn’t help that all she was used to was the warmth and sunshine of Kentucky.
Blue orbs scanned the street as she looked for a Diner or maybe if she was lucky she would find a Starbucks. She doubted that though so she didn’t want to get her hopes up. Olivia stepped over to the sidewalk as she pulled her scarf tighter around her chin and neck. Again the girl stopped as she gazed around quite lost. She noticed a guy walk out of a store with a shotgun in his hand. Awe was painted across her features as she looked over at him. Honestly who carried around a gun like that around town without a care. Now she really was scared for her life.
Olivia turned away from where the creepy guy had come from and headed in the opposite direction. She gazed into the stores but nothing showed her any signs of coffee. All Denali seemed to offer was a bookstore, a thrift shop and a gun store. How was Olivia ever going to survive this? Olivia cursed her mother for deciding the best way for her to get over her father was to move out into the middle of no where. Now that made perfect sense, not. Olivia stopped as she looked down an alley way. She pondered the thought of deciding to go hunting for some coffee. There was probably no way that she would ever make it back to her car. Now Olivia really looked like a tourist. Lost was etched in her every movement.
word count: 614
tagged: olivia and open
notes: happy thanksgiving
listening to: white horse by taylor swift [/blockquote] |
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Post by Garrett King on Nov 27, 2008 15:18:35 GMT -5
A heavy saunter carried the man down the deserted sidewalk, his wandering stride hinting that he really didn’t have a place to go. His face was positioned into apathy; his lips were taught and his eyes blank. It was better not to offer any sense of familiarity with these people on the street…they got too curious. Besides, the last thing he needed was another teenage girl approaching him with doe-eyes and batting lashes. Kate was the one for him, and no, he was not interested in dining with the next random girl who pursued him. His boots made scuffing sounds on the pavement, though he made no effort to lift them in order to prevent the damage this would do to his soles.
Garrett shoved his hands into his pockets and gritted his teeth, avoiding the looks given to him by a group of men outside the weapon shop. He didn’t like the way they stared, they judged. Just because he was slightly built and wasn’t donned in the pelts of all the animals he had killed didn’t mean that he couldn’t take them on. He resisted the urge to smirk at the very idea of one of those bear-sized men trying to take him down…he would snap them like twigs. Not that Garrett fancied the idea of tussling with a human, but still. He felt self-conscious when they whispered when he walked past.
He paused when he swung around the corner, spotting a blonde girl hanging around outside her car. She obviously didn’t belong here, almost as much as he did. She seemed confused; the least he could do was help her. Garrett really was a friendly person and he felt bad for the kid. “Hey there.” He strode towards her, an affable grin stretched across his lips. His eyes glowed a shade of brightest honey; he had hunted just this morning and was feeling very well indeed. “Can I help you find something?” He hoped that he wasn’t creeping her out or anything; he winked amiably just in case. Surely she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable? No one did around Garrett.
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Post by olivia turner on Nov 27, 2008 20:10:35 GMT -5
It’s to late for you And your White Horse [/right] The curly blonde girl was almost sure that it was about to snow. It was cold enough to. Besides she had never driven in snow! A worried look crossed her features as she glanced back up at the sky. She couldn’t help but to shiver as she watched the slate gray clouds move swiftly across the sky. Just beyond those dreary clouds was the bright warm sunshine. She was so close yet so far. All the clouds had to do was separate but it seemed like all they wanted to do was put a damper on Olivia’s day. It didn’t shock her either. It was probably a good thing anyways. She could even use the clouds to her advantage when she was trying to tell her mom to go back to Kentucky. For now she was just going to have to tough it out.
If Olivia hadn’t been so preoccupied with the clouds, she may have heard the guy that came up behind her but then again maybe not. Even standing still he seemed to hover slightly above the ground in a sort of halo state. Blue eyes moved up from the guys feet up his body and to his face. She did this quite quickly as to not seem so obvious. He was extremely beautiful though. Not hot or handsome but beautiful. His eyes were extremely weird too. They were sort of a light brown honey color but they really didn’t seem to match his face. It was still beautiful and abnormal though.
Olivia was sort of awestruck though making it extremely hard to answer his questions. It took her a moment but she finally gained her composure back. Umm… she said trying to remember what she was looking for. Oh yeah…I was trying to find some coffee. A Starbucks would be nice even but Alaska doesn’t really seem like the type of place for a Starbucks she stated as she placed her freezing cold hands inside the pockets of her jacket. It really was to cold in Alaska. How could anyone ever live in the cold of this place for so long. Now she understood the small town craziness though. She was already going crazy and she had only been here for two days.
Olivia pulled her curly blonde hair around to both of her shoulders as she rocked back and forth on her heals. She really didn’t know what she was going to do without her Starbucks. Olivia could barely live without it when she was back in Kentucky and she had a Starbucks in her school so she could have it when ever she wanted. She would probably have to go dog sledding now to find one. This really was going to be a interesting time while she was here in Alaska. It also didn’t help that she had yet to make friends. It didn’t bother her though so she wasn’t really worried about it.
word count: 526
tagged: olivia and garrett and open
notes: I really want to go to Hawaii now
listening to: jon and kate plus 8 [/blockquote] |
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Post by Garrett King on Nov 29, 2008 11:50:32 GMT -5
He chuckled internally as he watched her fight for control over her vocal chords; Garrett had become accustomed to the effect his appearance had on humans, especially women. He tilted his head slightly to one side, honey eyes light and twinkling. He was in an especially good mood today, for what reason he had no idea. “We don’t have a Starbucks,” he said slowly, seeming to contemplate the words before he let them loose, “but we do have a place that is almost as good.” He jerked his head in a western direction and picked up an easy walk. All of his motions asked that the girl follow him.
“Now, how did a girl like you end up in Denali?” He questioned conversationally, making small talk. “I’m Garrett, by the way. Garrett King.” He stuck a hand out to her, hoping that maybe she wouldn’t notice the icy temperature or, if she did, she might connect it to the equally frigid air around them. He withdrew his hand suddenly in a split second, though, head turning so quickly that the motion was almost invisible. Garrett’s eyes became almost piercing as he stared off into the distance, seemingly at nothing. What had he heard? There were too many other vampires around here to feel safe with the smallest of noises. He listened for a second, eventually identifying the sound as the piercing scream of a gull somewhere miles away. From this distance it had sounded like a laugh… He was becoming paranoid. Tanya was right; this increase in population was going to drive them all crazy.
It was then that Garrett remembered the woman. The scene had taken place over maybe three seconds; he hoped she hadn’t noticed. He allowed himself to relax, slipping his hands back into his pockets as if one had never been offered to her in the first place. “Onward, then?” He shrugged nonchalantly and continued forwards, determined to portray himself as something at least close to normal.
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