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[atrb=style, padding: 20px; color: 696969; border-left: 5px solid #696969; border-bottom: 1px dotted #535353; vertical-align: top][style=border: 5px solid #696969; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px][/style][style=font: 10px Tahoma; float: left; clear: left; color: 696969; padding: 0px 10px 10px 10px; width: 100px;]TAGGED --- WORD COUNT 751 NOTES Stay with me~♬ CREDITS template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify;]Sick and tired: the very two things that the dark-haired femme was feeling right at the very moment as she wandered the streets of New York. She hadn’t gotten a good night’s rest for about a week now that she really thought about it. Not since that incident in China Town a little while ago; to make matters worse, it was in the damned newspaper. Nemesis hadn’t seen Chris since the occurrence and made for damn sure not to encounter anything paranormal for the fear of something happening. On top of that, she kept getting mind-numbing headaches everyday for one reason or another. And every time she did, something resembling a vision clouded her mind for a little while although she never did pay attention to them. She just believed it was left over anxiety from the China Town event, but a small part of her always shouted that it was something important. Nemi absolutely refused to listen to that part of her. Since that incident, the odd-eyed femme try to live her life as normally as she possibly could save for the headaches. Well, as normally as she could with that damned pendant permanently hanging from her neck. She hadn’t been able to take it off since she had stupidly put it on no matter how much she tried. She had given up on removing it just yesterday since it seemed pointless to keep making fruitless attempts. Oh, and apparently her eyes had something weird going on by what her boss pointed out a few days ago. Something about how her already unusual eyes seemed to change in color depending on the light. Again, Nemi paid little mind to such a thing for pure fear of freaking out horribly and being hospitalized for insanity. And really, she didn’t want such a thing to happen; who the hell would teach her students if she was gone? A chilly wind washed over the relatively empty streets, making her loose dark locks dance in the wind as she continued walking around. She had asked for the week off, today being her first day, and she didn’t want to stay at home with Talia and Nathaniel. Staying cooped up for too long seemed to make her headaches worse for some reason, so she refused to stay inside for too long if it could save her the pain of another dreadful headache. Perhaps it was because at home, she really had very little to do aside from studying which gave her more time to think about the outrageous things she’s been seeing in her dreams and the like. Because people can control fire and water… Right, real funny, she told herself sarcastically, running a hand through her hair. She had been getting into the habit of leaving her hair down and playing with it whenever she was nervous or annoyed which was, in fact, annoying her. She had never been one to play with her hair for any reason; she wasn’t even sure why the hell she let it grow so long when she barely did anything with it in the first place. But now, it was odd not seeing Nemi play with her hair be it by braiding her hair or twirling a strand of her ebony mane around her finger. Growing too annoyed with her little habit, she stuffed her hands into her sweater pockets as she looked at her surroundings. The zoo. A small smile made its way to her pale lips, a chuckle threatening to burst through. She had been so focused on her annoying little habit and the damned China Town accident, she hardly noticed that she had managed to arrive at the zoo, a place she hadn’t been to for years now that she thought of it. “No time like the present,” she noted aloud, pulling out some money as she made her way to the gate. It was getting colder since winter was practically kissing the city now, so the zoo would be closed for the most part soon. And besides, it wouldn’t hurt to look at the animals and get her mind off of things. She rather enjoyed animals due to her cousin’s obsession with them, so it wouldn’t be so bad. Though, she sort of wished she had some company. Why should that matter anyways? she wondered to herself as she slowly made her way through the zoo, her eyes taking in all her surroundings. It would be fun nonetheless; or at least she hoped so. ------------------- DATE ● September 19th TIME ● 1 pm WEATHER ● Cloudy and cold[/style]

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[NATHANIEL BRANDT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; margin-top: -500px; z-index: 1; position: relative, bTable][atrb=style,border: 5px double #bdbdbd; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.6; background: #ffffff; ] Nate had his precious camera in front of him, the settings perfect for taking a photograph in his present environment. His finger pushed the shutter ever so slightly until – perfect! The image was focused and in just a few seconds he would have a pic- Nate felt himself click the button. The only problem was he also felt himself being jostled and pushed by a pudgy boy who was fighting to see the frogs in the glass case in front of him. Nate looked into the LCD screen and was irritated to see what a blurred image of what could have been a beautiful picture. He felt his annoyance rising. The boy was in a group with other equally boorish boys who clearly had no qualms about pushing people. Nate had been pushed by them once, now twice already. And while he didn’t like children, he did not hate them either. He too had been a child once. But, dear lord, it was noon on a Monday. Unless it was a field trip, they should be in school. But it was not like he would stoop to their level or yell at them. He needed to be mature. He was older, after all. In an effort to contain his emotions, he moved to another exhibit within the frog gallery. He was about to snap a picture when once again, he was rudely pushed aside by another one of the boys from that same group. This time he heard the soft snickering behind him. There was no doubt in his mind now that they were doing this on purpose. Why they chose him to torture, he will never know. Perhaps it was the way he was dressed. Nate was dressed in his winter attire, which would be unusual for most New Yorkers; especially if they were accustomed to the New England temperate. Nate had a gut feeling telling him that he had been mistaken for a tourist again, with his camera and strange attire. But ever since the incident in Chinatown, he had developed strange wind controlling abilities. As a result of said wind abilities, there was a constant breeze around him that he could control with great difficulty. That would have been fine had it been summer. But, alas, it is near winter. The cooler months were coming and it made Nate feel like he was an emperor penguin in Antarctica. The boys grouped together, sneaking looks at him out of the corner of their eyes waiting for him to take another picture. Nate was beginning to feel angry, much to his chagrin. He needed to calm down. If his emotions went out of control so would his control over his newly obtained abilities. He felt like getting back at them. But how? He turned to the pudgy one. ”Hey, you kid! Which school do you go to?” Nate doubted that it would work but it never hurt to try. “M.S. 113,” blurted the kid before the others could stop him. Quickly, Nate took his camera and took a snapshot of all five boys. Thank you very much,” said Nate with a sadistic grin. ”for that picture of all your faces. I’m sure the school would love to know where you five have been going when skipping classes.” Their faces paled immediately. He had them now. ”But I’m in a good mood today,” Nate lied through his teeth. I won’t take this to your middle school and I’ll delete this picture once I leave the zoo. But until then, I do not want to be bothered by any of you again.” They nodded their heads vigorously and ran out of the frog gallery. Nate let out a sigh of relief. He had finally rid himself of those boys. Only now he had lost all interest in taking pictures of frogs. He checked his watch. There was still plenty of time and he still had the rest of the zoo to see. He exited the building. Once outside he relaxed a bit more. It was always better to be outside. Once outside, he could unwind and no one would question the ever present breeze surrounding the young man. The responsibility of having to control the wind that surrounded him was always present. Nate, being the lazy ass that he was, wished that he could go back to the carefree days when he did not need to have so much self control. But pondering such things would only make him depressed. Today was a beautiful day for pictures and he still had the rest of the zoo to see. Nate turned down a random path and walked further into the zoo. TAGGED : Nemesis Arkwood WORD COUNT : 780 NOTES : I'm sorry, I couldn't resist the prospect of Nemi's paranoid reaction xD CREDITS: TEMPLATE by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC

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[atrb=style, padding: 20px; color: 696969; border-left: 5px solid #696969; border-bottom: 1px dotted #535353; vertical-align: top][style=border: 5px solid #696969; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px][/style][style=font: 10px Tahoma; float: left; clear: left; color: 696969; padding: 0px 10px 10px 10px; width: 100px;]TAGGED Nate WORD COUNT 885 NOTES Everywhere I go, I am spellbound~♬ CREDITS template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify;]Odd. That’s what today was: odd. Despite it being a Thursday, a school day no less, there were quite a few kids running around the place. The dark-haired femme had witnessed a group of mischievous boys running to and fro, disturbing some of the people peering at the animals. There were also several groups of what seemed like kindergarteners walking around, being chaperoned by teachers and parents. Obviously, they were on a field trip to go visit the various animals that lived there before the zoo decided to close down for the cold and bitter winter that would be arriving soon. Smart people, she noted mentally as she walked passed some monkeys who were jumping from tree to tree to get a better look at the people. Nemi couldn’t help but smile at this baby monkey that was hanging onto its mother’s neck, cooing cutely. It was utterly adorable to her; so much so that she stepped closer to the cage and peered down at the large information card adjacent to her, her loose dark locks tumbling down over her shoulder as she read the first sentence out loud. “Cebus capucinus, also known as the White-headed Capuchin, are natives of Central and South America,” she began, glancing at the little map at the corner of the card before continuing to read to herself . It was donning a few red spots to signify the places the Capuchins where they came from, making it quite easy to assume these little creatures were more used to a tropical climate like that of a rainforest or something of that sort. It was then an annoyed pout of sorts made its way across her pale face, her eyebrows slightly scrunched together as she lifted her gaze back to the little Capuchins. “You poor things… you’re probably freezing in this weather,” she muttered glumly, letting a sigh escape her lips. Nemi wasn’t one to show emotions so openly (particularly because they tended to trigger headaches now), but the fact that these petite monkeys were probably suffering due to the chilled weather made her angry. Angry enough that her head starting aching, shooting pain from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. Needless to say, Nemi wasn’t feeling too good right now and felt the need to walk away lest her anger get the better of her (and possibly be the death of her). Not caring wherever the hell she went, she just started walking along the winding path of the zoo, passing all different sorts of animals and stupidly bumping into people. She had a few unsavory terms thrown in her direction for being a “clumsy moron” and bumping into people, but all she cared about was getting rid of her damned headache. If she was having a headache now, there were definitely going to be visions of sorts following afterwards. A small thought crept into her head as she walked right by a vendor, making her stop immediately and buy a bottle of cold water. Nemesis kindly thanked the vendor and immediately set off to find a bench to sit on which didn’t take too long; there was one located right outside the zoo’s reptile house. Darting towards it, the long-haired musician settled herself onto the green-colored bench and placed the icy cold water bottle against her head. Although the sheer coldness of the water bottle had sent shivers down her spine, the cold wasn’t unwelcomed as it slowly began to soothe the aching she felt. Oh thank the Lord, she acknowledged mentally, closing her eyes and relaxing until the pain was finally gone. Nemi remained there for a few moments longer until the pain melted into a very dull throbbing. Letting out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding, she nearly jumped when a group of boys ran right past her yelling about getting into trouble with some weirdo. Slightly puzzled, she quickly brushed it off as she slowly walked away from the bench and the reptile house. She was never too keen about reptiles as they sort of freaked her out when it came to their scales, so she preferred not to do anything with them. Instead, she headed into the direction of the bird house (or at least what she remembered was the direction anyways). After moments of confused wandering, she finally came across the bird house. It was a dark and large building within the zoo filled with various species of birds. It was like a labyrinth from what she could recall from her childhood and the thought of seeing all the beautifully decorated birds excited her. And just as she was about to open the doors and walk inside, some loud giggling stopped her momentarily. Three teenage girls were mushing and giggling over some “hot and mysterious” guy walking around with a camera and how they wanted to see him again. Really, it meant nothing to her, but the mention of a man walking around with a camera made her kind of anxious. Throwing her nerves to the side, Nemi wrapped her pale fingers around the door handle of the bird house and walked right in. She wanted nothing to ruin this trip to the zoo, but somehow, she felt that that was asking for far too much. ------------------- DATE ● September 19th TIME ● 1 pm WEATHER ● Cloudy and cold[/style]

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[NATHANIEL BRANDT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; margin-top: -500px; z-index: 1; position: relative, bTable][atrb=style,border: 5px double #bdbdbd; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.6; background: #ffffff; ] Nate looked up from his latest set of exposures and smiled, clearly very pleased with the progress that he was making. At the moment, he was standing in front of the sea lion enclosure. The playful creatures were entertaining visitors by splashing around in the water and being very vocal about it. While the visitors were smiling and laughing at the antics of the sea lions, Nate was smiling for a different reason. He had previewed the photographs on his camera and was delighted to find many useable images of the animals. After taking just a couple more snapshots, it was time to move to the next enclosure. He walked around for a bit, stopping at random intervals to take pictures of anything that caught his eye, whether it was living or not. A bench, some trash, the penguins, even the fence seemed like the most important thing in the world to Nate when he was taking pictures. Soon he reached the bird house. Haven’t been in there yet, he mused. The movement of birds can make for some interesting pictures. Without a second thought he opened the door and entered the building. Once inside, the breeze that he was generating could be felt more strongly than before. It blew through the building causing some of the birds to squawk in protest at being disturbed. Nate quickly concentrated on stifling the wind as best he could but the damage was done. Parents with kindergartners and a group of teenage girls turned to look at him with surprise. What could have caused that gust? ”The wind sure is strong today, isn’t it?” Nate chuckled nervously while simultaneously pointing at the door he entered through. Some parents just shrugged while the more concerned parents quickly bent down to remind their children the importance of keeping warm in such weather. The large group of adults and children left, leaving him with the group of teenage girls that were giggling to themselves as all girls their age do. While they fussed over each something, Nate made himself scarce and walked to the other side of the dark room where (according to the information card) a Bali Mynah bird resided. Nate strained his eyes to look through the glass pane until he saw the bird hiding in the upper corner of the exhibit. It was white with blue rimmed eyes and black tipped feathers. What a beautiful bird. Now if only it would move. Nate waited impatiently for the bird to move but it just sat there. He was beginning to grow irritated. He wanted an image of the bird but luck was not on his side today. No. Self control, remember? You wouldn’t want the wind to blow-. The wind. Of course, it was brilliant. Why hadn’t he thought of it sooner? The photographer looked around the room. Luckily for him no one was there anymore. The girls must have left when he wasn’t paying attention. He was alone which was perfect for what he was planning to do. The purple haired man raised his camera and prepared himself for the bird to move. Then he released his concentration just for a moment allowing a strong gust of wind to blow through the building. The bird screeched in surprise and fell off the branch that it was sitting on. Nate seized his chance and quickly took some images of the bird as it flapped its wings trying to right itself. Finally the bird was able to right itself and perch on a nearby branch. It screeched again as if chastising the overdressed young man for his actions. Nate thought nothing of it. It was a bird. It was not intelligent enough to understand human speech. He turned around prepared to walk across the room to the next exhibit when he saw her walk through the door. What were the odds that he would meet someone from that incident in Chinatown a week ago? And at the zoo, no less. Nate could feel the anxiety that he felt from the episode return. Would history repeat itself? He desperately hoped that this would not lead to another event like the last one. He wasn’t sure he could survive another one. TAGGED :Nemesis Arkwood WORD COUNT :704 NOTES :I think that my muse is slipping too >.< CREDITS: TEMPLATE by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC

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[atrb=style, padding: 20px; color: 696969; border-left: 5px solid #696969; border-bottom: 1px dotted #535353; vertical-align: top][style=border: 5px solid #696969; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px][/style][style=font: 10px Tahoma; float: left; clear: left; color: 696969; padding: 0px 10px 10px 10px; width: 100px;]TAGGED Nate WORD COUNT 1100 NOTES Long post is ridiculously long. CREDITS template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify;]For being indoors, there was an awful lot of wind inside the bird house. It was really unusual for such a breeze to be coursing throughout the building. The odd-eyed femme had originally thought that it was probably just her being paranoid or something. She had even thought that the air conditioner in the bird house was on, but when she had passed by a vent, she had felt no air coming from them. So what exactly was making such a wind? It was even disturbing the birds from what Nemesis could tell; they were flapping their wings wildly and squawking rather loudly after all. When the wind died down just a bit, the birds slowly relaxed and stopped squawking. But from the dark-haired girl’s perspective, it seemed like they were tense, almost waiting for something to happen at any second. Seeing the birds like this only heightened her own paranoia; but what the hell did she have to be paranoid about? Nothing had happened so far and it seemed like nothing would happen at all. Sure, she had seen a few girls outside squealing about some guy with a camera walking around and yes, it did remind her slightly of that day in China Town, but why did she have to get paranoid for? There were plenty of tourists walking around the zoo right now, cameras in hand to freeze memories digitally. Just relax, she mildly chastised herself. Pushing those thoughts out of her mind, she quietly walked around the bird house. Deep inside, she was expecting to be a bunch of people inside, gawking at the variety of birds that were in the place. But it was too damn strange for her to find the place empty save for the birds. A few adults with a group of kids had walked right out of the place when she had first entered from what she could remember. But there weren’t any people now. How strange, Nemi thought to herself as she walked by some brightly colored birds which made her stop for a moment. Glancing at a banner hanging overhead, she read the elegant script letters. “Birds of Paradise: Witness the fascinating beauty,” she said aloud, tearing her gaze away from the banner and staring at all the birds. Some were colored in brilliant shades of blues, oranges, yellows, reds and other colors. The one that caught her attention the most was a little dark-colored bird that seemed to have a bright blue color on the back of its head as well as a rich yellow and elegant red color on its back. To her, it almost seemed like the little bird was wearing a blue hat and a yellow and red cape. From what she read on the information card, it was called the Wilson’s Bird-of-Paradise. She only stood there a few more moments admiring the bird before the pale musician felt a strong wind rush through the building. Furious squawking and chirping rang through the halls as the birds tried to brace themselves as best they could against the sudden zephyr. Nemi herself had to hold on to the wall for a moment from being pushed over by the gust. Obviously, whatever the hell was causing this wind wasn’t exactly natural; when has there ever been a wind like this in a building of all the damned places? Puzzled by the source of the wind, she cautiously looked around before moving deeper into the building. There was an incessant worry that whatever was causing the wind right now wasn’t normal at all; well, like that shadow she and the group of boys had encountered that day in China Town. The thought of something like that hanging around the zoo made her on edge. First of all, she didn’t know how the hell to deal with something like that. Second of all, she really didn’t want to have anything to do with the supernatural. And feeling this unreasonably paranoid wasn’t doing anything but opening a door for a massive headache to come on. Making sure her black ankle-boots didn’t make a sound as she walked around, Nemesis peeked her head around the corner into the next section of the bird house. To her amazement, she found a person standing there in the middle of the room taking a picture of a bird. There was something in her, screaming to turn back now and run away. But her curiosity was getting the better of her… yet again. One would think that the last time she had been curious and had found herself in a horrible situation, she wouldn’t let herself do something stupid like listen to her intrigue rather than her logic. But no, she had to be foolish and be curious. Straightening herself up and standing in the doorway of the room, she stared at the back of the person, finding them to be sort of familiar. Suddenly, the squealing girls came to mind and she rolled her eyes. Was this the guy those girls were mushing over? She waited a few more seconds before walking in, only to find the male turning around. Her blood ran cold. “It’s you!” she shouted without thinking, her odd-colored eyes wide as she kept staring at him. From what she could remember, his name was Nate… or was it Willis? Honestly, she couldn’t remember off the top of her head and she most definitely didn’t want to think too much about the China Town incident. All she remembered off the top of her head was that he had originally accused her of causing all the madness in the shop and that something odd had happened to him in the shop. Really, she didn’t want to think anymore about it other than that. But considering that the photographer was there from that time… it would be nearly impossible to not think about it. Snapping herself out of her thoughts, Nemesis awkwardly smiled at him as she started playing with a strand of her long locks. “Um…” she started, trying to find something to say. She was sort of embarrassed with her accusing outburst. Sighing lightly, she looked straight at him. “Sorry… I just didn’t expect to see anyone from a week ago for a long while. I’ve been pretty paranoid since then,” she admitted. Sure she was feeling awkward right now, but now she felt like stuttering which she never did. “Fancy meeting you here anyways… Your name is Nate, right?” Nemesis was trying to be calm and not freak herself out by thinking too much. Nothing bad should happen right now. And if it did, there would be hell to pay. ------------------- DATE ● September 19th TIME ● 1 pm WEATHER ● Cloudy and cold[/style]

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[NATHANIEL BRANDT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; margin-top: -500px; z-index: 1; position: relative, bTable][atrb=style,border: 5px double #bdbdbd; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.6; background: #ffffff; ] Nate stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to do at a moment like this. He was pretty sure that there was an unspoken, unanimous decision that they never meet or speak to one another ever again after leaving the shop that afternoon. But to be meeting one of them at the zoo, and the one that he accused of being the murderer no less, was like getting struck by lightning. The odds of either event happening was one in some very large number and both events made people feel very uncomfortable in their own skin. Luckily for him the ice was broken by, Nemi, he thought her name was, when she suddenly shouted "it's you" across the room. Judging by the dark haired woman's reaction, she clearly did not anticipate meeting him here either. Nate just looked down at his converse. There was no way he would be able to look her in the face with all this awkwardness hanging around them. After a moment the older woman smiled nervously and began playing with her hair. "Sorry… I just didn’t expect to see anyone from a week ago for a long while. I’ve been pretty paranoid since then. Fancy meeting you here anyways… Your name is Nate, right?” The tension surrounding them seemed to lessen a little when the older woman spoke. Well at least to him it did. She was trying to be nice which was great for Nate because it meant that she was not angry about the incident. She admitted being paranoid though which any sane person would undoubtedly be after a terrifying experience such as that. Nate had to admit that he too had become slightly paranoid. He stayed outside more often now and always in busy areas where there was an abundance of people. The fact that he did not need to try very hard at controlling the breeze was a bonus as well. Wait. Oh damn, the wind. Nate stiffened at the thought. He turned his attention back to the girl. "Erm... Nemi, was it? My name is Nate but how long have you been in the bird exhibit?" Nate was not sure how much of a problem this was going to be if she found out about his newly gained abilities. On one hand she might be willing to keep it a secret since the Chinatown incident was more than enough proof of the supernatural. On the other, some people repress memories such as those and anything stressful could trigger a meltdown. Why must life be so difficult? I just hope that is she finds out she won't go insane. Maybe I could blackmail her by pinning the murder on her if she threatens to tell... Nate finally gathered the courage to look at Nemi. When he looked back to that moment later on, he did not understand why he was so surprised but he was. ”Your eyes... They’re still changing colors like that they did at the shop,” he said with amazement. He had been so preoccupied with his own powers over air that he had forgotten about how that day might have affected others. Well her color changing eyes were the only reason you accused her in the first place. Nate thought to himself. More importantly, this made the purple haired young man more confident in his belief that she would not tell. She would be giving herself away as well if she turned him in. But what powers could she possibly have that would enable her eyes to change colors? He knew that he was going to be taking a huge risk here in giving her this information, but perhaps she had some answers. He had gained memories after what had happened and perhaps she had as well. He took a deep breath. ”I have a question and it might sound insane but trust me it’s not. Have you regained any memories from your past life after... You know. What happened in Chinatown last week?” ”Be-because after what happened I’m beginning to remember things. Things that happened thousands of years ago, when there were kingdoms that could wield powers based on elements. Am I making any sense?” Nate had a feeling that he was not making any sense. Like most things that he has ever said, the words sounded a lot better and more rational in his head. He looked nervously around the room. If something did happen, he was going to need an escape route. TAGGED :Nemesis Arkwood WORD COUNT :Didn't count NOTES :I am at a loss for words CREDITS: TEMPLATE by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC

[NEMESIS ARKWOOD]

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[atrb=style, padding: 20px; color: 696969; border-left: 5px solid #696969; border-bottom: 1px dotted #535353; vertical-align: top][style=border: 5px solid #696969; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px][/style][style=font: 10px Tahoma; float: left; clear: left; color: 696969; padding: 0px 10px 10px 10px; width: 100px;]TAGGED Nate WORD COUNT 806 NOTES Lean on me~♬ CREDITS template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify;]"Erm... Nemi, was it? My name is Nate but how long have you been in the bird exhibit?" Well, at least she remembered his name and vice versa. She was glad more than ever that she had gone with that name rather than the other. She couldn’t even imagine the utter embarrassment she would’ve felt if she had called him Willis instead of Nate. Well, at least you know who is who besides Chris, she noted internally. Miniature introductions aside, why exactly was he asking her how long she had been in the bird house for anyways? Something at the back of her head was nagging her about Nate, beseeching that she remember what happened back in China Town. But she wouldn’t listen. Absentmindedly biting down on her bottom lip, she noticed that he finally looked right at her. It was at this moment that she was about to speak but was cut off by the dark-haired male instead. Another mention of her eyes again. Her hand immediately clasped the amulet around her neck as she averted her gaze from Nate. She knew there was something going on with her eyes; she just didn’t know it was so noticeable. Great, now I’m a complete freak of nature. How many normal people can say their eyes change color all the time? she asked herself in mild annoyance. But then again… wasn’t he the one initially pinning everything that was occurring in the shop on her? “Yes, my nickname is Nemi. And… well, I’ve been here long enough to experience a large gust of wind tearing through the entire exhibit. Scared the birds and nearly knocked me over.” The mention of wind rang something deep within her, reminding her of the time at that damned shop where they were trying to get rid of that shadow somehow. That’s right! He had some weird wind rolling off of him then. So maybe… “You’re the one causing all the wind, weren’t you?” she asked in a whispered yet curious tone, tilting her hair to the side and staring at him owlishly. Though, it seems her soft question would remain unanswered as Nate asked her a question that she wasn’t expecting. ” Have you regained any memories from your past life after... You know. What happened in Chinatown last week? Be-because after what happened I’m beginning to remember things. Things that happened thousands of years ago, when there were kingdoms that could wield powers based on elements. Am I making any sense?” Really, Nemi didn’t know what exactly to say. Nate was making sense. Perfect sense, in fact. And that was what was getting to her. She was seeing some odd visions every once in a while accompanied by a skull-shattering headache. From what she remembered off the top of her head, she had seen people manipulating fire and water before as well as various battles between people. The fact that Nate was experiencing something similar put her at ease somewhat; at least she wasn’t the only one suffering from this madness. It calmed her so much more, making her drop her tense posture. “You’re making perfect sense. But I’m not sure I can say I have regained memories of my past life… I just see visions that are probably memories of someone else. I really don’t know how I could possibly explain it, but whenever I get a headache, it’s almost as if I’m witnessing life from a long time ago through someone else’s eyes. And it’s always a different vision,” she admitted, clasping her hands together as she chewed on her bottom lip. It was almost as if a huge weight was lifted off of Nemi’s shoulders after her little confession. It was the least he could do if he was trying to confide in her; she didn’t have anyone to confide in after all. Now that she did in a sense, she felt better. “I sort of wonder if the old woman experienced the same things you and I are experiencing now. If she did… well then, I can’t imagine how hard it was for her to live normally. It’s a struggle every day for me just to even behave the way I did before the incident. I’m paranoid all the time and I don’t think I can ever go back to my normal life.” Almost instantly, her odd hues traveled to the ancient amulet permanently dangling from her neck. She knew that was the cause of her physical and emotional turmoil, but she also that from the very stupid moment she had decided to put it on, she had sealed her fate. “You know… it feels nice to know that I’m not the only one going through this. It makes me feel a bit saner. So… what exactly have you seen in these past memories of yours?” ------------------- DATE ● September 19th TIME ● 1 pm WEATHER ● Cloudy and cold[/style]

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[marcus]

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[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px arial; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;]Cold…how annoyingly cold: was the feeling a young man, who roamed the streets of New York was feeling right then as a cold breeze sliced through his dark hair and matching coat, causing both to dance aimlessly in its grasp. He placed both his hands in their corresponding pocket, shifting the coat closer to his body in a vain attempt to shield himself from the cold air that now swirled delightfully around him. Despite it only being mid-September, and the middle of the day, it was unexpectedly chilly today. Then again winter had its grasp earlier than usual in the city since the month began, something that would have usually perked up Marcus’ curiosity a bit, only a bit though; but that was only a shadow in his mind, a mere sideshow to the main performance. Strange things have been happening in the city recently, things beyond the normal comprehension of the human mind. Unexplainable events have been popping up every now and then, first being a freak snowstorm in the middle of the city, followed by the incident in Chinatown, to mention but a few. In each case Marcus had arrived moments late, just missed the discovery he’d been waiting for. Instead he had to collect witness accounts and forensic reports, all of which were either too unbelievable or inconclusive. He clicked his teeth in irritation. Just thinking about those incidents irritated him further, frustration building up within; of course his outer appearance still held its expressionless visage as it normally did. Still the fact that he felt frustrated, that he was losing his grip on his own emotions only irritated him further. His earlier meeting with a certain underground contact in an undisclosed location did not help to rectify the situation. The idiot had failed to give him any concrete information regarding the undercover case he recently took up. He only gave bits and pieces of info and pretty pathetic info at that. Seriously was the man trying to get him killed by a bunch of Russian mafia before he even began his case? How was he supposed to infiltrate an organised crime family if he couldn’t even find their base of operations? It was seriously maddening and frustrating. Once again Marcus‘ clicked his teeth at his own outburst of emotion. Sighing he paid attention to his surroundings for the first time since he left his contact behind. The streets were relatively empty now, with a few people running here and there to escape the icy wind that rushed along the streets. He raised an eyebrow in amusement as he realized he was at the entrance to the city zoo. He had a vague memory of the place, having only being there on a school trip. His father was not the type to indulge in such trivial exercises, then again his old self wouldn’t have either. His mind quickly processed the various pros and cons of entering the place, taking into account his schedule, work requirements and any other activities he had planned for the day. This was a regular routine for Marcus. He never just did anything haphazardly, after all if one was careless on the type of job he did that’s how you ended up dead. All it took was a moment and he came to a decision: it was not worth the effort to enter and pretty much boring, he didn’t have the desire or interest to observe caged animals. Maybe in the wild they would’ve provided entertainment but here, in the city, in the cage prison where they have lost the will to live, it wasn’t worth his time. He was turning to head back towards the park went he noticed a young women walk past him, her dark hair fluttering past his face as she passed him. She appeared to be just a bit younger than him but fairly beautiful regardless. She didn’t seem to notice him, most probably deep in thought; but Marcus’ attention was focused on her, especially her eyes. It was just for a split second, a brief moment, but he definitely saw it. Her eyes did indeed change colour, from an azure blue to a ruby red. He didn’t know if was a trick of his eyes or a play of the light but for some reason he knew, deep inside he knew that what he saw was real despite the impossibilities. Before he realized what he was doing he was following the young women, carefully shadowing her among the crowd that was in the zoo. He mingled quite easily with the crowd, quietly observing from a distance, in particular her eyes. He couldn’t quite fathom it but this girl provoked his curiosity. She had a unique aura about her, something he couldn’t put into words but something he felt. He instinctively knew she was special, something that separated her from the rest of the wondering people in the zoo, in fact from anybody his ever met before. Marcus knew what he was doing was beyond the norm for him, he never went around stalking anybody, nobody had ever seemed worth it and he particular had distaste for it. However this girl, she was beyond interesting, she would brought out his curious nature like never before. On a few occasions he noted her eye colour change, each time changing into a completely different colour. Nobody seemed to pay any attention, except Marcus that is. He continued to follow her until she entered the birdhouse. He waited a few moments, considering whether he should continue after her and how to approach her; he had to have the right mask for the performance after all. A few people exited out with a purple-haired youth being the only one that went inside. A few seconds later in went in after the man. Upon entering he was greeted by a gust of wind that radiated from the inside of the room, unusual but ignored by Marcus, his attention focused on finding the young female. He wondered around in search for his interest when he came upon the female he sought, speaking to the purpled haired male that entered before him. A devilish grin appeared on his face when he overheard the contents of their conversation. They were involved in the Chinatown incident. Standing before him were the targets he has been seeking all this time and one of them had already perked his interest beforehand. This couldn’t be more perfect and interesting. He continued listening in from behind a cage. His brows rose in suspension at the mention of the man, ‘Nate’, being the source of the wind and the conversation about memories and past lives. Marcus couldn’t make much sense of what they were saying but it didn’t matter to him, they had him hook, line and sinker. He had to restrain himself back, to not just run out and begin bombarding them with questions and interrogations. Unfortunately his restraints seemed to fail him, as they have so often when his curiosity takes the better of him. ”So you were the ones at Chinatown?”, a rhetorical question, he knew for a fact that they were there. ”If you would be so kind as to please explain to me what exactly happened there and who you are?”, he questioned out loud as he now casually walked towards them. A rare genuine smile appearing on his face. (notes: ugh, sorry for the interrupt but both you claimed your muses were gone, so decided to give you inspiration, as a stalker at least.)[/style]

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[NATHANIEL BRANDT]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, width: 360px; margin-top: -500px; z-index: 1; position: relative, bTable][atrb=style,border: 5px double #bdbdbd; padding: 10px; opacity: 0.6; background: #ffffff; ] “Yes, my nickname is Nemi. And… well, I’ve been here long enough to experience a large gust of wind tearing through the entire exhibit. Scared the birds and nearly knocked me over. You’re the one causing all the wind, weren’t you?” Damn. Nate stiffened when Nemi came to realize the truth about the wind. Plan Blackmail Nemi was starting to seem like a very good idea to Nate. But then again, Nemi’s reaction to his remark told him that she was uncomfortable with her bizarre eye color(s). She would not tell others about the wind if she did not want others to find out about her eyes. Now Nate felt a little sympathetic toward the woman. At the very least he could hide his problems if he tried. She had to walk around looking like that every day. I wonder if contact lenses would hide them. “You’re making perfect sense. But I’m not sure I can say I have regained memories of my past life… I just see visions that are probably memories of someone else. I really don’t know how I could possibly explain it, but whenever I get a headache, it’s almost as if I’m witnessing life from a long time ago through someone else’s eyes. And it’s always a different vision.” Nate widened his eyes. Her response to his question was completely unexpected. So she was seeing things as well. A feeling of comradeship towards the woman was beginning arise in Nate. He had found someone who shared his plight. Yet it was different somehow. The dark haired woman got headaches whenever she saw them. Nate just felt as if he were recalling a memory that had been buried for far too long. “I sort of wonder if the old woman experienced the same things you and I are experiencing now. If she did… well then, I can’t imagine how hard it was for her to live normally. It’s a struggle every day for me just to even behave the way I did before the incident. I’m paranoid all the time and I don’t think I can ever go back to my normal life.” Nate nodded in understanding. This world is not an understanding one. If word got out about what has happened to them, there would be chaos. They would be shunned by the global community. Magic could not and should not exist . But here they were sitting in a bird exhibit and letting each other know their innermost secrets about the abilities that they had developed. It was strange. Silently, Nate wondered how many others on the planet had abilities such as theirs. “You know… it feels nice to know that I’m not the only one going through this. It makes me feel a bit saner. So… what exactly have you seen in these past memories of yours?” He could not have agreed more. Nate opened his mouth to answer, only to be cut off when an unknown man dressed in black walked into the room. ”So you were the ones at Chinatown? If you would be so kind as to please explain to me what exactly happened there and who you are?” he asked with a smile that Nate did not like at all. Apparently they he had heard their entire conversation. How much did he know? What was this stranger going to do to them? Nate froze and began thinking a mile a minute. His instincts told him that saving himself and getting out of the situation was the most important thing. Unfortunately the entrance was blocked and now he had Nemi to think about. There was no way he would just leave her after finding out that she too was experiencing similar visions to the ones that he were having. Nate’s hands gripped his camera tighter for reassurance if nothing else. He could feel his concentration on the wind starting to wane as he focused on finding a way out. The breeze was growing stronger as his emotions were thrown into turmoil. He was terrified of what would happen next. Not as terrified as he had been when facing the prospect of death in the fortune shop, but enough that it caused him to stop trying to control the wind surrounding him. The bird exhibit was in chaos. The birds in the enclosures trilled as the wind whipped around them. No! You need to calm down. Breathe. Somehow it worked and slowly the strength of the gust diminished. When the gale finally stopped, he looked at Nemi apologetically. The young photographer had let his emotions go out of control and as a result the unknown man was now a part of this whether they liked it or not. Reluctantly, Nate turned to address the stranger. But what to say? He had never been very eloquent and there was no way of knowing how dangerous this person was. So like typical Nathaniel, he blurted out the first things that came to mind: “Who are you? How much have you heard? We are so screwed aren’t we?” TAGGED :Nemesis Arkwood, Marcus Anderson WORD COUNT :884 NOTES :Not my best, but I wanted to finish it quickly before I went to work. >__< Nate, the Fate fanclub president, wants Fate to post soon, by the way xD CREDITS: TEMPLATE by JAWN of AA, OTE, DMB and TC

[FATE]

 

 

Clicking sounds echo through the birdhouse as the birds inside start squawking and chirping wildly, flapping their wings like deranged creatures. Suddenly, the lights go out and sounds of slamming can be heard as the doors inside of the birdhouse begin to shut and lock. The three of them are now trapped inside, a ceiling window overhead giving off a dim source of light as well as being the only route out. Thankfully, the birds settle down for the most part and are no longer freaking out.

Posting order resumes with Nemi. Have fun.

 

[NEMESIS ARKWOOD]

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[atrb=style, padding: 20px; color: 696969; border-left: 5px solid #696969; border-bottom: 1px dotted #535353; vertical-align: top][style=border: 5px solid #696969; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px][/style][style=font: 10px Tahoma; float: left; clear: left; color: 696969; padding: 0px 10px 10px 10px; width: 100px;]TAGGED Nate & Marcus WORD COUNT 786 NOTES DUN DUN DUN~♬ CREDITS template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify;]”So you were the ones at Chinatown?” The sudden voice from out of nowhere made the dark-haired femme jump a bit, making her quickly turn around to see the source of the voice. Her peculiar eyes widened quite a bit as she stared right at the male stranger. How long had he been standing there? He obviously had to be standing there for more than a few minutes to be asking about what occurred in China Town last week. More importantly, how much did he hear exactly? Whoever he is, he’ll probably think we’re some sort of freaks of nature if he actually heard what we were talking about, she mentally noted, biting down on her lip nervously. “If you would be so kind as to please explain to me what exactly happened there and who you are?” The strange man had walked closer to her and Nate, making her take a step back in order to keep her distance from him. Then there was the man’s smile. His strange smile. It seemed foreign on his face to Nemesis, but it also seemed almost satisfied. In all honesty… it was creeping her out in a way and making her all the more paranoid. What the hell was he smiling for anyways? And why did he want to know about China Town for? All she knew was that she and Nate needed to get away from this man quickly. However, a strong wind coming from behind her stole her attention as her long ebony locks whipped around her, a small gasp escaping from her pale lips. Nate needs to calm down! she panicked internally, hearing the birds in the surrounding cages flap their wings wildly and crying out hysterically. It was just as strong, if not stronger, than the wind that Nate had released earlier. It nearly knocked the female musician over from the sheer force of it. But almost as quickly as the zephyr has arisen, it quickly dissipated. Nemi’s eyes trailed back to Nate, noticing he seemed to be apologizing to her without words. Silently, she nodded, completely understanding that he had simple lost control in a moment of panic. Hell, if she had the same abilities as he did, there would always be gales of wind crashing through the city. Letting out a ragged breath, she quickly turned her attention back to the strange man. She was going to question him in order to find out how much he knew about their conversation and about China Town when Nate spoke. “Who are you? How much have you heard? We are so screwed aren’t we?” Odd way of asking such questions… Well, at least I didn’t have to this man anything, she stated mentally. But then the birds started squawking again right after Nate spoke. They were going crazy, almost as if they were sensing some sort of disturbance that the trio couldn’t. Just then, some unusual clicking noises started to follow as well as slamming of doors; she could only assume that the clicking noises were the sound of closing locks. An array of noises clamored in the air around them until it reached a high peak of noise. It was then that the lights decided to go out, leaving them in darkness with a bit of light shining down on them from a large window on the ceiling. She laughed then. As odd as it was to be laughing at such a panicked moment, Nemesis actually laughed. She didn’t know why, but she just couldn’t help but laugh. Perhaps it was because it was just a tad bit ironic seeing as she and Nate were discussing the China Town incident, only to be locked inside the birdhouse without any lights yet again with some stranger that wanted to know them. “Nate, apparently, some divine being really doesn’t like us,” she mused, a strange smile on her face as she stared up at the window. “I wonder if we can even get out.” Nemesis knew then that her eyes were probably shining like little color-changing gems. It immediately reminded her that there was the strange man with her and Nate; he was probably thinking that she was some sort of weirdo for having color-changing eyes but it’s not like she could exactly help it. Turning her body in the direction of the man, she quirked her head to the side and stared at him like an inquisitive child. “I suppose I should at least introduce myself to you since it doesn’t seem like we’re going to get out of here so easily… I’m Nemesis Arkwood. And to reiterate what Nate said, who are you and what do you know about the China Town incident?” ------------------- DATE ● September 19th TIME ● 1 pm WEATHER ● Cloudy and cold[/style]

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[marcus]

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[atrb=style, background: #000000; padding: 8px; border-top: 3px solid #000000; width: 20px; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000; opacity: 0.9; ][style=height: 400px; font: 10px arial; padding-right: 10px; text-align: justify; width: 250px; color: FFFFFF; overflow: auto;]It seemed that Marcus’ untimely appearance made these two in front of him nervous, well it was to be expected; after all he just did appear out of nowhere and began questioning them on a sensitive matter. They were visibly cautious of him, something Marcus had wanted to avoid but unfortunately he had given in to his own impulsive behaviour – a total failure as a detective and especially to his father’s teachings. Well it was too late now to take back his ungraceful first impression. He would just have to play this by ear and somehow he would have to get some information from these two without causing them to flee from him. While considering his next approach his was suddenly hit by a torrent of wind. The was on another level to the earlier one before, pushing Marcus onto his back heel as he tried to shield his face with both his arms from the wave that smashed into him. Despite the incredible impossible nature of it, the wind seemed to originate from Nate. As quickly as it had started it ended, the wind died down as Marcus continued staring at the young man. Are you really serious? I thought they were joking…but seriously being able to create wind, it’s impossible, it’s just impossible.. No matter how his mind denied the incredible truth he knew for a fact what he saw and felt was in fact reality. There was no denying it, no possible way to explain it. He knew he was in something even deeper than what he had expected but trying to puzzle anything out now without any information would just be pointless. He would just have to get the answers from the source, from these two supernaturals before him. “Who are you? How much have you heard? We are so screwed aren’t we?” What an odd way of asking questions, especially that last part. It was then that Marcus realized he had completely forgotten to introduce himself in his own excitement. You are such an idiot Marcus. How can you begin questioning their identity without stating your own? No wonder they are suspicious of you, he thought, nodding his head slightly at his own stupidity. These two were completely taking him off his own pace; he was acting completely contrary to his usually calm self. About to introduce himself and busy getting his detective badge out of his pocket, the eruption of sound and chaos around him distracted him from his original course of action. The birds began going into a mad frenzy, obviously reacting to something the three of them could not see, some unseen force that had made its way into the presence of those three. The sound of doors clicking shut quickly followed the noise; Marcus assumed that would be the doors closing shut around them. To make matters worse the lights decided to shut off, leaving the area in a blanket of darkness, save for the ray of light that rained down from above, its source being a large window in the ceiling. Before Marcus realised what he was doing one of his Beretta pistols had already made its way into both his hands, his head bobbing and weaving around trying to examine the situation around him. His originally thought was that he assumed this was the work of those two, but that line of thought quickly dissipated after witnessing the black-haired women’s reaction. Her laughter echoed through the now silent birdhouse. She must be suffering from some sort of mild mental breakdown, judging by what she is saying this situation has happened to her before. He could only conclude that they had experienced this before and it had been somewhat traumatic, at the very least something that was out of their control. The tension in his body released slightly, at least he knew they weren’t the cause of this, well at least that was what he concluded and besides he still wanted to question them. Unexpectedly the women approached him, introducing herself as Nemesis Arkwood to him and reiterating the male’s earlier question. She had at least regained her composure again; surprisingly Marcus was actually relieved at that thought. He released one hand off his weapon, quickly removing his detective badge and raising it up in the light for them to see. He needed to quickly introduce himself; after all he was holding an armed weapon in front of them now, to mention he was a stranger in the dark with them. ”I guess I must have forgotten to introduce myself earlier. I got a bit excited when I heard you two were involved in the Chinatown incident. My name is Detective Marcus Anderson of the New York Police Department. I’m currently the officer investigating the incident at Chinatown and that is the reason why I approached you. Sorry if I scared you guys just popping out of nowhere, it wasn’t my intention.” he explained, smiling nervously at them as he put both the gun and his badge away to their respective places. He had to win their trust if he wanted to find out the truth and get out of this situation. He would have to play this situation cautiously, there were too many unknowns, the biggest being these two with him. ”I don’t suppose you know what is going on here?”, he asked, though he didn’t expect to get an informative answer from them. He figured he would just try it out, besides he had already decided to use an airhead detective persona, it seemed like most effective choice to defuse the situation. He went to the door he had used to enter the birdhouse, confirming that it was indeed locked before returning back to the duo. “It seems we are locked in. I’ll call the station and request somebody to help get us out of here” . he said, removing his cellular phone from his pocket. He dialled his station’s number and waited for a response. This was the perfect opportunity for him to call for some backup to help take these two to the station…at least that was what he thought. (notes: Not sure if Fate would allow the phone call to go through.)[/style]

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[FATE]

 

 

Just as the phone begins to ring, the cellphone lets out a fit of static noise and short circuits. Sizzling and hot to the touch, the phone is now considered useless. One would think that that is simple the end of their problems but then the lights momentarily flicker on while the resounding sound of slamming metal travels through the birdhouse. A shrill squawking soon follows after as well as the frantic flapping of wings. A moment later, dark body swoops down by the trio while an angry cry fills the room. It seems a falcon has gotten loose and it's not too happy for being stuck inside a cage for so long. The small but vicious bird doesn't seem to like the trio too much either.

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[NATHANIEL BRANDT]

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He had thought that it was unusual when the birds started screeching again. The wind was under control (just barely) but their behavior was as if he was about to unleash another gust. A memory from elementary school science class resurfaced. Birds are animals. They can detect things that humans can’t. The sound of doors slamming caused Nate to jump slightly. Then the lights went out. The only lights that he could see came from the window in the ceiling and Nemi’s color changing eyes. No, no, NO! This was a repeat of Chinatown all over again. A peal of laughter rang through the room. Nate turned and realized that the sound was coming from Nemi. He had heard of things like this happening when people would become so stressed that laughter was the only way they could relieve some of the tension. But in all honesty, her laughter was scaring him. It reminded him of horror movies and the psychotic murderers that laughed as they killed people. We’ve clarified this already, Nemi is not a murderer, he reminded himself. He was unable to do anything but nod at her comment about another supernatural being coming after them. What other explanation was there? It could not have been the same creature from before could it? It was possible. He remembered the short scene they watched showing how the old woman was killed. The creature from before was after the amulet and that amulet was currently in Nemi’s possession. He looked up at the man standing across the room from them only to see him with a gun in his hands. Nate’s face paled. He had never seen a gun in real life and he would really rather not be on the receiving end of one. But here he was, trapped in a room with an unknown man who was wielding one of these dangerous items. Whoever this man was, Nate decided that it would be in his best interest not to upset him. “I suppose I should introduce myself to you since it doesn’t seem like we’re going to get out of here so easily… I’m Nemesis Arkwood. And to reiterate what Nate said, who are you and what do you know about the Chinatown incident?” Nemesis Arkwood, huh? So that’s your full name. Wait- Are you insane? He has a gun in his hand and you are going to talk to him? was Nate’s initial thought until the stranger reached into his coat and pulled out a badge. “My name is Marcus Anderson of the New York Police Department.” Nate calmed slightly at the word police. Like all other children he had been brainwashed since childhood to trust anyone that served for good. Police were good, after all. Police were supposed to help people. “I’m currently the officer investigating the Chinatown incident.” The photographer tensed again. Police were good if they weren’t coming after you. Of all the police officers in New York City, they had to be stuck with the one that was investigating the Chinatown incident. Did this person believe that they murdered the old woman? He had heard most of their conversation and Nate was pretty sure that the old woman was mentioned sometime or another. The man put his gun and badge away and Nate released a breath he had not realized that he was holding. “I don’t suppose you know what’s going on here?” Nobody answered and the police officer turned to check the obviously locked door. Nate felt something was amiss about the older man. How was he able to stay so calm? Even the best trained policeman was still human. Don’t humans normally reject anything that is abnormal? Such as glowing eyes and the ability to control wind? “It seems that we’re locked in. I’ll call the station and request somebody to help us get out of here.” Now it was Nate’s turn to laugh. The suggestion, while plausible to any other person, sounded absolutely ridiculous to him. ”My name is Nathaniel Brandt and I’m sorry, but I don’t think that that’s going to help at all,” he said after the fit had subsided. He was proven correct when a loud pop and spark erupted from the phone. No doubt the device was unusable now. Something did not want them to get out. He turned to Nemi, his question directed at her this time. ”Remember the last time that this happened?” he asked, still a little giddy from laughing. ”We barely got out alive and that was with the help of those objects. We have nothing right now. How do you suppose we’re going to get out of this one?” His questions went unanswered. The lights flickered on once more and a metal clang was heard. Nate hoped that it meant that they were going to be released. But then the lights went out again. Something swooped down from the ceilings and unleashed a high pitched cry. It was too dark to see what it was but that did not matter to Nate who was already backing up in an attempt to get away from the apparition. In the surprise and confusion, Nate lost control again. The wind was released and whatever it was that was coming at them was affected by it. The unidentified flying object was unable to fly straight in the onslaught. Well at least I found another use for this cursed wind, Nate thought. The U.F.O. was pushed around by the wind until some of the light from the ceiling window revealed a corner of the wing. It was just a bird. Nate tried to regain control again. The wind had protected him from the bird but it was also quite a nuisance. He was sure that the people around him did not enjoy being blown around by the gale. Not to mention the fact that he was getting cold. It’s just a bird. It won’t hurt us. I hope… ________________________ tagged: Nemesis Arkwood, Marcus Anderson notes: Thank you Bubbles for the beautiful new template ^___^ credit: bubbles of SA

[NEMESIS ARKWOOD]

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[atrb=style, padding: 20px; color: 696969; border-left: 5px solid #696969; border-bottom: 1px dotted #535353; vertical-align: top][style=border: 5px solid #696969; display: inline-block; float: left; clear: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px][/style][style=font: 10px Tahoma; float: left; clear: left; color: 696969; padding: 0px 10px 10px 10px; width: 100px;]TAGGED Nate & Marcus WORD COUNT 751 NOTES Sorry for taking so long >.<' CREDITS template by jawn of AA, OTE, DMB and TC[/style][style=font: 11px Tahoma; text-align: justify;]For a police man, it seemed that Marcus was rather jumpy in the femme’s opinion. Honestly, what sane person just pulls out a gun and points it at some random spot? How does one kill, much less fight, something that they cannot see? she quietly questioned herself as she stared at the policeman. But nevertheless, she could understand if one felt jumpy with the lights suddenly going out and being in the presence of two odd individuals. But really, there was nothing that could be done about their current situation about being in the dark; well, unless one of them could figure out a way out anyways. Sparing a few moments of her attention, Nemesis listened further to the man. So he was investigating the occurrence in China Town, was he now? Not like he could find any evidence of what killed the old woman… That shadow is probably long gone by now, she noted as she offered the slightly older man a smile, refraining herself from letting out a chuckle. There was absolutely no way in hell the police were going to make any headway in finding out the truth about what happened in the shop unless they believed in magic. Even so, what could “magic” possibly explain anyways? “It seems that we’re locked in. I’ll call the station and request somebody to help us get out of here.” At the man’s statement, the woman quirked a delicate brow at him as he pulled out his phone. He was going to call and get help? The thought hadn’t occurred to her at all, but what good would it do for the three of them? If there was an angry spirit or deity that was screwing with them, there would be no way of getting out. No easy way, anyhow. For all she knew, they would probably be forced to climb up to the damned ceiling in order to get out and that would most certainly be a difficult task; especially with their luck. Then she heard a laugh; it was Nate. “My name is Nathaniel Brandt and I’m sorry, but I don’t think that that’s going to help at all.” Not even skipping a beat after Nate’s comment, the phone went out in a few sparks and a small puff of smoke. Yup, now she was totally and completely convinced that they had probably pissed off some divine being looking at their situation. Her face void of all expression, she stared at the window above them as Nate spoke to her. Yes, what he said was definitely true. They had had some trinkets help them get out of that hellhole, but now they were entirely left to their own devices. The trio would have to find some sort of exit and at this point, Nemi didn’t really care where the hell they found this exit so long as they got out. A sudden flickering of the lights dragger her attention away from the window, her head turning to stare at all the lights. It only lasted a few seconds before falling silent again only to have a slam ring through the birdhouse followed by a cry. “What the…?” Then something flew right past the trio, missing them by the sudden gust that Nate released. The dark-haired musician kept her eyes on the dark shadow, feeling a sense of relief wash over her when she realized it was only a bird once it flew past the light of the window. Had it been that shadow thing from the shop, they would probably be dead right now. The bird let out another cry before flying straight at them, forcing Nemesis to move out of the way to avoid getting struck by the bird. It looked sort of like a hawk or falcon in her perspective, and as far as she could remember from her cousin’s rantings… They weren’t known for being violent towards humans, so this bird was obviously an odd one. Nonetheless, it was still dangerous considering its sharp talons and its hooked beak. I’d really hate for it to grab me or even peck me, she grimaced as she kept her gaze on the bird. They were going to have to get out as quickly as possibly if they didn’t want to get scratched up or pecked to death. ------------------- DATE ● September 19th TIME ● 1 pm WEATHER ● Cloudy and cold[/style]

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