Where Did You Read My Story? [ELLE]

[NOAH GREY]

Noah Grey


Angel of Mercy
How did you find me?
Where did you read my story?

.xXx.

[/color] Clear, emerald-green eyes flickered from item to item hanging on the shelves, cluttered with supplies that, despite his job, were both unfamiliar and familiar to the man. His forehead creased, a sign of both concentration and deep thought, as Noah observed the gardening supplies before him, unsure of which item would benefit him most. He’d been in need of a new pair of clippers, due to the fact his ones were older, used, and starting to rust, and he figured that while he was here, he might as well take a gander at a few shovels, as well.


The man’s eyes flitted between two good-looking shovels, undetermined, before he leaned forwards to grasp onto the one on his right, before giving it a light tug, in order to unhook it from the rack. Noah examined the item for a moment, before his forehead smoothed out as his expression relaxed, a small, barely noticeable smile curving up the edges of his lips. It had a curved bottom rather than a straight one; perfect for digging. Noah rested the shovel on his shoulder, picking up the clippers he’d chosen, and walked towards the counter, ignoring the blunt, obvious stares he was getting at from the majority of the nearby shade population. It seemed odd to most that an Angelli such as Noah was wandering about in the Shade part of town. Noah didn’t let it bother him however, and simply offered the man at the counter a smile, before pulling out a few bills in order to pay him.


The man paused, hesitating, as if unsure whether or not to trust the Angelli, before his eyes glanced down towards the bill, and he snatched it from Noah, a bit too eagerly. He stayed calm though, and did his very best not to let the searing eyes of the ones around him get to him. Was it so blatently obvious that Noah was that Angelli? The cashier was quick getting his change and printing out a receipt, and from the way he tapped his fingers impatiently against his desk while waiting for the ancient machine to load, Noah figured he was hoping to rid the place of Angelli blood as soon as he could. In a town full of one’s own kind, it didn’t always feel like there were such barriers between the two species. While, as soon as Noah had ventured into the wrong part of town, it was hard not to notice the change in the ones around him. He’d gotten dangerous looks through narrowed lids, as well as curious, wondering expression from smaller children. It was as if he was carrying some sort of plague. Noah shook the thought off as the cashier plopped a few coins into his palm, sure not to come into contact with his flesh. The Angelli offered the man a nod as he folded the coins into his pocket, before giving him a brief wave, and heading from the store.

He could feel the man’s eyes on him, as he left.

Noah walked out to his car, whistling a tune he couldn’t quite place, and unlocked the vehicle with ease, before placing his “groceries” into the back seat. It was a modest vehicle, sleek and white, though it got the job done well, and Noah secretly adored it. He wasn’t one for big, flashy vehicles with spinners and chrome rims; he was a simple man, and thus, enjoyed a simple vehicle. Noah smiled at the thought as he slid into the car, and like always, pushed the keys into the ignition without problem. He turned the keys then, igniting the engine to life, only before it sputtered, and failed. Noah immediately frowned, before trying once again. He pushed the key into its slot and turned, only to be greeted with the terrible sputtering, once again. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Noah got out of the car and closed the door behind him, before trailing his hand around the front of the car until he reached the front. Only then did he pull up the hood, and take a look. It was hard to see in the dark, but Noah was pretty sure he had the problem understood. He’d forgotten to go to his routine tune-up, and because of it, was in dire need of some oil. The man sighed, before locking his car, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and heading off towards the nearest gas station.


Within thirty minutes Noah had successfully found a gas-station, and without problem, purchased a good amount of oil. He’d put it into his car once he returned to the shopping centre, and be on his way home in no time. The man was still in oddly good spirits even as he walked the streets at night, not letting near nor concern eat away at his mind, like some did. People around here were so edgy, so wary; Noah didn’t understand it. Sure, there are bad people out and about. But, aren’t there everywhere? The man’s thoughts drifted as he walked down a particularly empty street, before turning down a darkened alleyway, one that would lead him towards the centre quickly. The night was getting later, though little did Noah know, it was barely even beginning.

Angel of Mercy
How did you move me?
Why am I on my feet again?

Words: 931
Muse: Meh
Notes: So sorry this fails so terribly. D; [/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]

[IRAZELLE RISING]

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She jumped to her feet, shivering at the cold -- she had apparently had the misfortune of wearing a sleeveless dress -- before grabbing her bag which she found lying on the floor. A few moments of walking, and she could tell that she had been wrong. She wasn't alone. There, concealed in the black, were a small gang of hooded figures, laughing and shouting brazenly to the night, each one clutching a beer can in their hands. Her footsteps slowed, ceasing to a halt. Was it too late? Had they seen her yet? Was she safe? Eyes wide and body tense, she so very slowly began to turn, stopping once more when a pair of eyes latched their gaze to hers. She froze. Another pair joined. Move! Another. She couldn't. She couldn't. Another. She couldn't. Two more pairs of eyes. A smirk. A snicker. Umbra. That's where she was. And her, a Half-breed, was wandering through a part of their town, when she should have stayed in Nox. Posture rigid, she continued to stare helplessly as they began to stalk closer; their faces donning the hungry smiles of a predator. She needed to go. Turn and run. Now. But she couldn't. Who was she, to say that they were bad people? Who was she, to turn and run, and hurt their feelings, when they, so far, had done nothing to her? The man closest took out a menacing looking knife, and she flinched. Ok. Ok. This wasn't so bad. But she had to go. Elle was a nice person, but she wasn't stupid; better hurt feelings than her dead body. After a few precious seconds -- she had to make sure that the cruel looks in their eyes really did exist -- before turning and running down the street, her heart quickening at the loud whoops of excitement behind her; footsteps quickening, heart racing. She saw the entrance to an alleyway as she turned a corner and she darted in, pressing her back up against the wall, hoping that it would work, that they'd fall for her trick. A mere seconds later, the hooded men ran past, oblivious to the narrow gap to their left. She let out a sigh, before gulping for air; she hadn't realized that she'd stopped breathing. Enjoying the brief silence and feeling of safety for a few more moments, she peered warily down the alley, before beginning to run; colliding into the waiting arms of a man who had been hidden in the shadows. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her, a small smirk etched onto his lips. Elle smiled nervously, eyes flickering back and forth, too distracted to see the danger; missing the lust barely hidden in the man's eyes. After checking all was clear, she looked at the man and offered him a small smile. "Er, thank you." She mumbled, voice small and timid. "I'm sorry, um, sorry for running into you and stuff. Thank you." She continued awkwardly, giving him another weak smile, before turning to leave. Only he didn't let go of her shoulders. Surprised, she risked a glance at his eyes, wondering if he didn't understand. "Sir?" Ge didn't respond; but his hungry smile spoke more than words ever could. "Could you let go? Please?" She whispered, eyes wide with fear once more. He, again, stood in silence; his smile turning into a smirk, his fingers digging harshly into her skin, causing her to cry out in pain. Immediately, his hand slammed flat onto her mouth, cutting off her scream, and his free arm wrapped itself around her body in a tight embrace; trapping her arms to her sides. Before she could react, he ducked his head close, his words sending shivers down her spine. "I'm supposed to take you back to the others," he breathed, leaning closer to give her neck a little lick. "But I think I'll have you stay with me for a little longer; you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He chuckled, giving her a tight squeeze. She froze, the skin where he'd licked tingling, her breath coming out in fast puffs of air. What could she do? Elle couldn't hurt him -- after all, he hadn't technically hurt her, yet. Yet. And, well, maybe she deserved it. Her parents would agree. She flinched, feeling the hand on her mouth slide off and wrap itself round her neck. She swallowed; his fingers were closing in. Or was that her imagination? "Beg." He murmured, "beg for your life." She opened her mouth, about to do so -- to beg, to throw away her dignity. Instead, she screamed.[/style] template made by oxymoron! of back to neverland

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