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Post by hunter on Mar 23, 2008 19:19:20 GMT -5
Hunter stood at the edge of the cliff waiting for Peter. Peter had agreed to meet him there. Hunter didn't know about Peter but he was trying to forget Orina. He hadn't been able to stop thinking about her since that meeting in the woods. He had tried nearly everything. He was seeing her in his sleep. "This is getting out of control." he thought to himself. He refused to believe that he could even think about liking Orina. It was forbidden not to mention that it went against the law of the natural world. He sat at the edge of the cliff waiting for Peter to show. Her face flashed in his mind again. The truth was crushing on her. Hunter refused to believe it and if Peter didn't show up soon he might just jump. That why he came here after all to forget. "Hey Hunter." called a voice. Peter turned around to see a figure standing on the other side of the road. He waved and called: "Hey."
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Post by consumingdark on Mar 24, 2008 11:38:41 GMT -5
ooc: no comment...
The car purred to a stop at the edge of the cliffs. Wind rushed viciously, dancing against the car hood, as Peter Johnson stepped out, brushing back his jet black hair and fixing his black sunglasses. His ruffled collar shirt was half tucked into his jeans. This was his bad dress day, but he didn't care because he had nothing important to do except meet his brother in one of his favorite places.
"Hey." He called, waving to his brother on the other side of the road. "We haven't been here together for a while. Didn't we always used to come here?" He asked, trying to strike conversation. "You look troubled? What's the matter?" He asked, but probably knew what the answer was: the encounter of the vampires in the woods. It had screwed up the both of them for some reason and he didn't know why.
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Post by hunter on Mar 24, 2008 15:31:32 GMT -5
Hunter laughed when he saw Peter. It was so unlike him to be dressed that way. Peter was right they hadn't been up here together for awhile. A light sea breeze ruffled Hunter hair as he breathed in the air. "Yeah we did. . ." he said remembering the first time they came up here. Hunter knew he had been scared out of his pants. "I fine. . .How about you?" he asked "Thinking about those vampires?" Hunter was getting antzy he wanted to jump.
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Post by consumingdark on Mar 24, 2008 17:03:33 GMT -5
"Yes!" Peter exclaimed, almost a little too loud and rushed. His heart started to beat rapidly, knowing he wasn't the only one insane. "I cant' stop thinking about that girl... Aria!" His voice was toned down, but still held with frustration and confession. He ran a hand through his hair. "It's so... intoxicating. I don't know what's wrong with me. Any other girl out there! Any of those human girls I'd be fine with thinking about, but why her.... why that vampire?" He grabbed a rock off the ground and threw it until it was picked up by the wind and soared down the cliff's edge. "It almost makes me want to jump off the cliff or something. I've never felt like this before. Maybe she used some sort of vampire magic and cursed me or something..."
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Post by hunter on Mar 24, 2008 19:38:18 GMT -5
Hunter laughed. He nearly fell off the cliff laughing. He stopped and tried to stand himself upright and still again. He took a few steps away from the cliff. "If vampire had those kinds of power we would all be dead." he said. He stabled himself. "I wish that would explain why I can't stop thinking about Orina." Her face flashed through his head again. He had to jump. "You know I herd extreme sport help take your mind of girls. . .something about the thrill makes you focus on what your doing."
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Post by consumingdark on Mar 24, 2008 19:47:23 GMT -5
"Is that why you told me to bring the parachutes?" Peter asked, raising an eyebrow. (ooc: IF you don't like it I change it) "Is base jumping your 'extreme sport remedy to get your mind off of girls'?" He stared off the cliff, shrugging. He was a bit skeptical but anything that would help him take his mind of Aria would work. "I agree with you."
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Post by hunter on Mar 26, 2008 9:13:01 GMT -5
Hunter shrugged and said: "Yeah. . .both need to get our mind off girl. . ." then asked "Why did you bring parachutes we're werewolves remember we don't need them. Ready?" he asked standing at the edge in his jumping position "On the count of three. . ."
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Post by consumingdark on Mar 26, 2008 12:05:17 GMT -5
"Oh, right," Peter scratched the back of his head. He wasn't used to base jumping without a parachute. Before he was a werewolf the both of them would base jump all the time together. Extreme sports: only the best. "Well, you never know..." He added, trying to make up for his mistake.
"Hey, let's play a dare game. I dare you to back dive off of this cliff." He started, trying to see if they could start games like the good old days.
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Post by hunter on Mar 27, 2008 19:53:03 GMT -5
Hunter smiled. "Okay" he said "only if you jump after me." Without wait for an answer Hunter jumped off the cliff head first diving to the ocean. He could feel the wind blow through his hair and a thrill surge through his body. Then it felt like he had broken through a wall of ice water. hunter stayed under the water for a moment before swimming back up. He looked up but couldn't see Peter anywhere. He swam to shore and laid across the beach. 'If only Orina could see that she would have been impressed.' he thought. He realizing what he had just done he hit punched the sand says: "Dam. .. " Would her ever get here out of his head?
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Post by consumingdark on Mar 27, 2008 20:02:24 GMT -5
Peter hesitated at the edge of the cliff. He watched as Hunter expertly flung himself into the air and sailed down to the water. He let a little smirk escape his lips but was not sure if he really wanted to jump. Sure, they used to do it all the time, so he definitely wasn't scared. No, now he wasn't sure if he wanted to forget about Aria. She made him feel... different, and not in that lusty, hormonal boy way. No, it was something else.
He shook his head. "Idiot." He sneered and jumped off the cliff.
ooc: sorry so sort. i have to go!
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