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[ASHE RIVIERA]

Impossibly blue eyes flickered up, staring lazily at the full moon that hung in the vast emptiness above. Midnight had passed a long time ago, and soon the third hour would begin.

Riviera leant forwards, resting her elbows against her window sill, one hand absent mindedly twirling with a russet curl. She was tempted. The park could be seen from her view, and it was the full moon. Her fingers itched for her bow, her feet impatient to feel the ground. She shuffled, moving her weight to her right leg. She was so, very tempted to go; to just move.

She spun around, glaring at the four walls that confined her. This wouldn't do.

She wanted freedom.

She wanted to feel the fresh air billow through her fingers -- for the wind to wrap itself round her, hugging her tight. Outside was where she belonged. In here, she felt trapped. Contained. Cerulean eyes flickered across the room, taking a step back, towards the window, feeling uneasy.

Buildings felt wrong to her. Riviera grew up in the forest, out in the open. She didn't approve of those layers of bricks -- it reminded her mind of darker days, a place so far behind in the past that she couldn't quiet reach. She didn't like it -- she hated it. It made her feel weak, inferior. Riviera wasn't used to feeling like this. As if she was some sort of fragile, delicate Angelli. The edge of her plush lips pulled up into a sneer, distaste in her mouth. It made her want to vomit.

Someone moved outside, a shadow interfering with the light that shined through the crack under the door, and she rolled her eyes. How many times did she have to say, before they would listen? Perhaps, if words were not enough, then an arrow through the heart would suffice?

Ashe Riviera did not need a bodyguard.

Yet still, they gave her one.

She ran a hand through her dark waves, frustrated. Were they all simpletons? Did they not have the mother fucking ability to listen or understand? Every night, they had stationed a bodyguard (she never bothered to learn their names; they always changed. Couldn't handle the insults, i suppose) outside her door, to protect her. And from what? Fucking nothing.

She didn't get it.

At all.

What could possibly harm her? She was a Tracker for the fucking Council; as in the Council that ruled over Pandora. Did they not get that? Did they not get that Riviera's patron was the Goddess Artemis, the Virgin Huntress? What, were they fucking stupid?

A squeak of a floorboard outside answered her question. Yes. Yes, there were.

Her gaze travelled to the corner of her room, where her bow and arrows lay, looking too odd sitting on the floor. The edge of her lips tugged up in a smirk. The temptation was back. And this time, she wouldn't resist.

In a few seconds, the bow and arrows were slung across her back, and she was out the window, climbing down the vines on the wall next to it. Plenty of practise meant that Riviera was down on the earth in less than 5 minutes, and she smirked once more, tucking a few strands of hair away from her face.

Tightening the strap across her chest, she began to run, her bare feet thudding across the ground, her legs finding the rhythm that she had left in the forest. Arms pumping, the hem of her (short) white dress flew behind her, using her ability of fading into the shadows to her advantage. She reached the park, and she collapsed onto the green, the grass forming a soft bed for her figure. Central Park was nothing compared to her forest back home, but it still held that scent of nature.

She stretched, a rare smile on her face, feeling the blades with her fingertips.

Finally.

Freedom.

---

NOTES: lol ew. first riv post and it's poo. Dx

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

[/i]


.xXx. [/color] Justin wasn’t the type of man that could sit and do nothing. He couldn’t return home to his empty, silent apartment, and simply watch TV until he grew tired. It wasn’t possible. The man constantly itched to move; to let his body go absolutely fucking wild, and not have a care in the world about it. That was, most likely, why he absolutely adored clubbing so much. Movement, girls... I mean, what was there not to love? An amused little smirk curved the Angelli’s lips as he thought about this, his hands loosening around the leather steering wheel of his car. A soft, satisfied sigh slipped through partially parted lips as Justin reclined back into his seat and eased the car out of the parking space at Lumino, his thoughts drifting towards the past few hours he’d worked. It hadn’t been a boring job to say the least; if anything, the club was abnormally full tonight. Justin, of course, would prefer being the one clubbing with a few friends, but being the Bartender for the nightclub was a good pay, and he needed it. Or rather, he had nothing better to do with his time. He worked part-time at a cafe in the Winged District as well, so technically, he had enough cash to get buy. But, why not work? Justin didn’t have a family, nor did he even have a girlfriend at the moment. He had no one to live for but himself, which meant he had a hell of a lot of free time.


Light blue eyes flickered towards the clock on the dashboard in the smaller vehicle, it’s glowing red digits catching the man’s eye quite easily. 2:43AM, and yet, Justin wasn’t tired. He didn’t want to go home. Yeah, he could return to the club, but at this time most of the fun had greatly diminished. Justin heaved yet another sigh before pressing his foot down harder on the pedal beneath him, relishing in the feeling of the vehicle jerking into a quicker speed beneath him. Justin leaned over to turn on the radio, spinning the round knob until the volume was to its maximum and he could feel the bass thudding within his chest. Only then did the man turn his gaze to the darkened road before him, illuminated by only the lights from his vehicle, as well as a few, scattered street-lamps. The lack of traffic went greatly appreciated by Justin, and he accelerated once again, the rev of the engine bringing another little grin to his lips.

Driving at night was one thing.
But, driving fast at night?
That was a whole other thing.

The man’s hands tightened around the wheel, his knuckles whitening with the action, before he pressed the pedal down farther, sending the car ripping down the darkened road. He didn’t know where he was heading, let alone what road he was on, but that certainly didn’t stop him. Adrenaline shot through Justin with the excitement of both the speed and thudding music and, after a moment of bliss, Justin rolled down the window to place his elbow on the frame easily, his free hand taking on the task of driving very, very easily. Justin was a skilled driver to say the least, and had an absolute passion for it. Well, that was technically a lie. It wasn’t like the man enjoyed driving while he was in bumper-to-bumper traffic, or anything. This was what he loved; the speed, the control. It made him feel somewhat... invincible? Was that immature?

Though, it wasn’t as if Justin gave a flying fuck anyways.

After a few minutes of prolonged rocking-out-while-speeding, Justin turned down the radio slightly, rolled his window back up, and pulled into a nearby park, after checking for any oncoming traffic.

Amazing, how dead the world seemed at only nearly three o’clock.

Justin, after taking a moment to stretch, unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car, before locking it and slipping the keys into the pocket of his dark jeans. He walked into the park rather fearlessly, knowing very well he was no longer in his hometown, and sent a quick glance up to the sky beyond him. The fact he was greeted with a full moon caused another small smirk to tug at Justin’s lips, before the man continued along one of the many paths, his shoes scuffing lightly against the dirt below him. It was, however, as he turned a corner, that he caught sight of a figure in the grass a few feet away.

It looked like a dead body.
Dear lord.
It was totally a dead body.
Oh god, dead body.
Dead fucking body.
Right. There.
He was going to vomit.
Justin was never told what to do if he found a dead body.
Fucking shit.

The man paused, his lips parting in a display of his slight shock, before he began creeping closer, crouching forwards to get a better view of the figure. Ah, fuck. Why did he have to come out here, anyways? But, wait. Maybe it wasn’t dead. Maybe he could call somebody and save this dead-looking body? Thoughts swarmed through Justin’s mind as he leaned forwards, only before he notified the steady rising and falling of her chest. Wait, what? Either the dead body was breathing, or it so wasn’t a dead body.

And then it moved.
The body he thought was dead actually moved.
Fucking perfect.

Justin, previously thinking the moving body was dead, spooked. He took a few quick steps backwards, his breathing accelerating and his wide-eyes on the woman, all before his right leg caught a rock during the loud escape attempt, and he fell back onto his ass.

Fucking smooth.

Justin cussed rather grudgingly under his breath. The grass was wet, and he’d just made an absolute fool of himself. The woman probably thought he was some physco trying to kidnap her. Fuck. Why did these things have to happen to him?

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

Words:, 1 087
Muse: It's been bettur D;
Notes: HEY, sorry this sucks. Andlike, I didn't proof it, 'cause I'm heading to the doctors soon. I PROMISE I WILL DO BETTER. HDUIASOHDUIOSA. Oh, and sorry he's such a retard. :][/blockquote][/size]

[ASHE RIVIERA]

The wind blew teasingly, wrapping itself round her curves, digging into her hair. Riviera relaxed, -- she didn't care that the wet grass was getting her dress damp -- her fingers pushing into the earth.

She belonged here.

Out, in the open.

She turned her head to the side, lazily peering at the green that stretched in front of her, russet curls billowing outwards from the wind. The edge of her lips tugged up tiredly, and fatigue pulled at her mind. It was calm, here. Calmer than being inside; trapped between four, brick walls. She always felt like she had to be on constant guard -- mind alert and ready. At first, it was exhausting. But over time, slowly but surely, she had gotten used to it, and it felt like second nature to her now. It was simple.

Outside, safe. Inside, dangerous.

Amused, she shuffled a little, moving into a comfier position. Funny, how usually it was the opposite way round for most people. But then again, Riviera wasn't like most people. She was different, but she was more than that; she was unpredictable, like lightning. I guess you could say that she was just like the type of girl that people's mothers would warn them about -- except their mothers would have never met a girl like her. She was different. She prided herself in that.

Fatigue pulled harder, and Riviera let her lids droop to a close, welcoming the black that approached.

~ ~ ~

There was still wind.

Odd.

There was wind before, too.

Riviera stood, brushing strands of curls away from her eyes, roughly tying her hair up into a messy bun. She paused, wary, eyes flickering back and forth.

Where the fuck was she?

She was at Central Park, right? Brows pulled to form a frown, she looked up, towards the sky. She blinked.

Instead of the usual variation of blue, she met the shades of green, a hint of blinding yellow peeking through. Cerulean orbs glanced sharply across her surroundings, arms wrapping around her body in a tight embrace. Trees? She was in a forest?

It took a moment for familiarity to kick in.

Oh.

She was back.

She was home.

Still barefoot, she unwrapped her arms and walked to the nearest tree, before using it's branches to pull itself up. Hugging the trunk, she dug her fingers into a thick branch, and swung her legs onto the one below it, gaining balance before letting go. She didn't fall. Willing to push harder -- to see how much she still remembered, how much she had forgotten -- she ran lightly down the branch, before crouching and springing off it, arms stretched wide to catch the next, nearest branch. She landed, and winced. She had forgotten to relax, to let the shock spread. Riviera leant against the trunk, and inspected her hands. The rough texture had scraped off layers of skin, and pricks of blood started to surface. She shrugged it off. It didn't matter. She was back.

A smile lit up on her face; a rarity.

Drunk on memories of the past, she continued to fly through the trees, her old skills returning the more she swung. After a while, she dropped to the ground, bending her legs to absorb the landing. Straightening up, she brushed her dress, wiping off the leaves that stuck.

Something wasn't right.

Freezing, her hand stopped in mid motion, eyes wide -- alert. It was too quiet, wasn't it? This was a forest. Where was the noise?

Time changed, and the wind blew harsher. Day fell, and night took it's place, crushing all light.

It was still deadly silent.

Riviera turned, slowly, hands reaching behind her back for her bow. Sliding an arrow in place, she stretched the spring, ready to fire. Cautiously, she crept forward, gaze focused. She didn't know what to expect; but as you always did in a dream, she knew something was coming.

Movement.

She fired.

The arrow hit a hanging body, a figure which Riviera knew so well -- a figure which made her heart bleed.

She couldn't move. Her feet betrayed her, and she collapsed, knees smashing to the floor; but she didn't care about the pain.

The body spun slowly, the rope around its neck threatening to break.

Cerulean eyes met its lifeless replica.

A scream -- harsh wind.

Once again, she welcomed the black.

~ ~ ~

A thud jolted her awake, and after a second of confusion, Riviera jumped up to her feet, hands automatically reaching for her bow, arrow in place for fire. Breathing heavily, she looked around for the thud, eyes focused, feet spread, on guard; the stance of a hunter.

The sight of a boy (Angelli, from the looks of it. She scowled in disgust) collapsed on the floor peaked up her curiosity. Amused, she pointed the arrow at the male, aiming for his heart.

"And you are?" She asked, voice cold and blunt.

If he replied with an answer that she didn't like, then she'd simply let go of the arrow and let nature take its course.

If he replied with an answer that she found amusing, then she'd let him live.

She stretched the string harder, eyes threatening.

She'd let him live --

Long enough to run.

---

NOTES: ohjesus. sorry greya, i promise my posts will get better<3

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

[/i]


.xXx.[/color] Before Justin could even begin to comprehend exactly what was happening, the female figure within the grass had moved, shifting into a clearly instinctive and frighteningly natural stance; bow drawn, a single arrow poised and ready, aiming at the Angelli’s chest. The man found his own breath accelerating, his currently-vulnerable chest rising and falling heavily with the action. He stayed down on the ground, the majority of his weight resting on his elbows, all the while his legs lay sprawled out in front of him, one knee propped up; his own false sense of security. Maybe, just maybe, if the woman would only get distracted, he could push off, be up, and run before she realized he’d taken off. Justin scowled slightly at himself, due to the worsening odds of his plan. She watched him with focused, lethal eyes; the eyes of a predator. Justin’s felt his heart rate quicken, unable to help such a reaction. Most people would react the same, if they had an arrow threatening to impale them. Justin was just lucky he hadn’t quite fallen into hysterics.


The man listened carefully as she spoke, her voice harsh, blunt; to the point. She seemed like a hardened woman; one who didn’t take people’s bullshit. And, to be honest, Justin did respect that about a girl. However, the respect scale was slowly tipping out of her favour, with every passing second in which the arrow stayed trained on him. Justin felt like prey; the hunted. He was vulnerable, and because of this, his thoughts slowly began turning slightly bitter.

“Justin-Justin Flyte.”

He replied hoarsely, leaning further back onto his elbows in attempt to create some more distance between himself and god forsaken weapon. Warily, the boy shifted into a more comfortable sitting position, being sure to move slowly, so as not to set off the woman currently threatening him. He watched her with inquisitive, fearful blue eyes that were filled to the brim with wonder and curiosity, as the boy did his best to offer her a smile; his own attempt to show her he was, quite literally, harmless in this situation.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, I swear.”

Justin spoke, nodding rather vigorously in agreement with himself as he did so. He did his best to keep his voice level and steady, his tone unwavering due to his great concentration.

“This is going to sound really, really stupid--so don’t judge me--but I kinda thought you were dead.”

He explained easily, with another, less-enthusiastic nod. He then realized the comment could be taken offensively, and immediately spoke up to contradict the statement.

“Not that you look dead or anything. You look very much alive, trust me.”

He added the last part slowly, once again eying the arrow that was terrifyingly close. He knew very well he was in a situation that could result in death, and because of that, his hands balled into loose fists, his nailes digging lightly into the skin of his palms. It was a nervous habit for Justin, as was laughing. He was only lucky the second hadn’t come into play, just yet. Justin feared that, should he break into sudden laughter, the stranger before him might just pronounce him as crazy. And, most-likely, dead. Why did these things never fail to happen to Justin, and Justin only? The man let out a forced sigh of defeat, before clapping his hands together in attempt to free them of the mud clinging to the surface of his skin. He looked back up at the stranger a moment later, and raised a brow, his muddied hands placing themselves on his lap.

“Are you going to kill me or something?”

He asked, tilting his head, only before continuing before she would be able to fit in an answer.

“Because if not, I would really appreciate it.”

He added with a few gracious, desperate nods.

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

Words: 725
Muse: Agh.
Notes: Eww. Sorry I didn't proof it, that it's shortt, and that it sucks balls. :[ [/size][/blockquote]

[ASHE RIVIERA]

Fight, or flight.

Riviera glared at the boy at her feet, daring him to do either one of the two. Come on, she thought, make your move; i'm ready.

The chest of the Angelli rose and fell faster, indicating that his heart was sending out its beats quicker that usual. Fear. Her lips pushed back to bare teeth, giving out a playful growl; she was wild, acting on animal instinct. Calculating eyes surveyed the boy, the way he held his position on the ground, one leg propped up, hands faced downwards on the ground -- a position used for a quick get away. It seemed the boy had chosen to flee, when he got the chance. One question remained in her mind.

Would he be quick enough?

She already knew the answer; but did he?

“Justin-Justin Flyte.” He replied, voice just audible.

He'd answered her question, prolonging the flight. Well, of course. The boy may be Angelli, but he wasn't a complete idiot. With her arrow, he didn't stand a chance.

Riviera remained silent, weighing out her options. She knew his name. So what? That made no difference. The Shade had only asked her question to see if he would answer. And he did. As suspected of an Angelli; a mere pup beckoning to its master's call. The boy moved in what she presumed was a careful manner, and she tightened the strings of her bow, correcting the accuracy of her aim. He smiled, but the girl did not. Not moving from her offensive position, she merely scowled, daring him to smile at her once more.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, I swear. This is going to sound really, really stupid--so don’t judge me--but I kinda thought you were dead.”

She paused; dead? She was merely sleeping. Did he not know the difference? Maybe he wasn't as intelligent as she thought. Such was the dangers of overestimating an Angelli. Pathetic lot.

“Not that you look dead or anything. You look very much alive, trust me.” He added, perhaps an attempt to show that he wasn't a fool who couldn't decipher between the dead and the living, a little too late. Riviera had already branded the Angelli nothing but a simpleton, and once she had decided something, it was there to stay.

His hands suddenly balled into fists, and her eyes flickered down, before focusing back on his face, one brow arching in question. He then sighed (something that sounded almost forced, but Riviera wasn't too sure) and he clapped his hands together, before placing them on his lap and settling to gaze at Riviera, head tilted and eyes filled with stupidity.

“Are you going to kill me or something? Because if not, I would really appreciate it.”

Riviera had met many idiots that had toyed with her patience before. And all of them, had met unfortunate endings. Never death, no, Riviera wasn't one to slaughter. But their lives were made so that they would never be comfortable in the hands of luxury, or anything at all. She had personally made sure of that.

She gazed at the boy -- who was now nodding with a touch of desperation -- before her, wondering whether he would meet the same fate. He had certainly annoyed her, even before he had spoken. The fact of the matter was, he had managed to break through her concentration, and had caught her off guard. Riviera did not appreciate surprises. She also, didn't like the idea of people creeping up on her unassuming figure; the very idea, had her hunter sense shiver in disgust. She played with the idea of letting the arrow drive into his heart, let the boy bleed to his death. His life surely would not be missed by a great deal; he was a fool, and an Angelli, after all. But what would be the point of that?

The image of another boy bleeding from the centre had her flinching, and she lowered her weapon, but only just. Still glaring, she paused once more, before deciding to speak. "You speak too much." That will be the reason for your downfall, she thought, but didn't bother to voice it. Why warn an Angelli? Riviera hardly spoke to her own breed, giving advice to her enemy was unthinkable. Something she simply wouldn't do.

"What's your business here?" She asked, voice full of power and control. Still cold. Still blunt.

She briefly wondered about his reaction, the way he acted, his choice of words. He was flustered, yes, but not as much as he should have been. Cerulean glanced down at the inside of her wrists, the two crescents staring neatly back at her. Looking back at the boy, she arched a brow. "You don't know who I am, do you?" It wasn't really a question. More of a statement. Arrogance wasn't a trait that she usually carried, but she was sure. Justin Flyte had no idea who Ashe Riviera was.

"To answer your question, no. I won't kill you. Not yet." She cocked her head slightly to the right, not knowing what to expect for his reaction. As pre mentioned, Riviera was not a fan of surprises -- but for this moment, she'd make an exception.

The girl smirked.

Give me your best shot.

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

.xXx. [/color] Justin was pretty aware of the fact he was basically fucked. It wasn’t everyday someone decided to aim an arrow at your chest, and Justin knew that, should he piss this woman off more then he already had, he’d be dead in minutes. His eyes flickered from the tip of the arrow towards the woman behind it, both fear and rationality battling within the back of his mind. His instinct and fear screamed at him to run; to take his chances, and take off down the path. His rationality, on the other hand, told him to stay put; to talk things through, and weasel out of his situation in that manner. Justin wasn’t sure what option he liked better; either way, he had a feeling that the odds were stacked heavily against him. Fuck. The man moved slowly into a sitting position, choosing to pay no attention to the way the string on the box tightened; a warning. He just watched the woman before him, a slight, nervous smile curving his lips as he readied himself to confess his reason as to why he’d snuck up on her. She just scowled.

People these days are so fucking miserable.

Justin adverted his azure eyes quickly, whipping the smile from his expression. Right. Okay. So he couldn’t smile at the person with the weapon. That shouldn’t be too hard, should it? The Angelli brushed of the question, before speaking, his words flustered and very quick, compared to his usual, and relaxed way of speaking. He was nowhere near being at ease, and although he tried to look the part, Justin had a dragging feeling that it was a rather miserable attempt. He finished his babbling and shut his face, all before tilting his head in wait of a reaction. The woman before him paused, and lowered her weapon, though barely. It gave Justin a sliver of hope, however he knew he wasn’t out of the woods yet. “You talk too much.” Justin paused, his brow furrowing at the line. That did not answer his question. So, Justin waited. And, it wasn’t but a moment later that she spoke once again, her voice still oddly cold and blunt. “What’s your business here?” Justin paused, yet again. What was his business here? His brow remained furrowed as he thought for a moment, before shrugging slightly, and answering her question to the best of his ability.

“Just... wandering, I guess. Didn’t feel like going home.”

He finished with a small nod, before the woman once again paused, her gaze shifting down towards her hands. Justin found himself searching her hands, but within the dark, he could barely make out anything that could be useful. It was then her voice once again captured his attention, causing one of his brows to rise in obvious question. “You don’t know who I am, do you?” Justin shook his head hesitantly, searching his memory for anything familiar that related to this mysterious shade before him. Nothing.

“Can’t say I do. Sorry.”

He replied with ease, before the girl spoke yet again, successfully causing Justin to pause, taking a moment to understand her words. “To answer your question, no. I won’t kill you. Not yet.” The man watched her carefully, his eyes running over her expression. Well fuck, a guy couldn’t get a break with her, could he? Justin heaved a sigh, his jaw tightening slightly with irritation. He didn’t deserve to die, did he? He was a generally good person. The man tilted his head once more, just slightly, his eyes inquisitive.

“Not yet?”

He asked, fighting the urge to scowl at her smirk. She was amused. Fuck him.

“Listen, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, or offend you, or whatever. How’s about you lighten up a little?”

He asked, trying to reason with the rather... wild woman. He had a feeling she’d just scowl at him and ignore him, but hey, it was worth a shot. Perhaps he’d get her to understand he wasn’t a creep, and she’d let him go. He could hope, couldn’t he?

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

Words: 672
Muse: Kinda died, sorrybro
Notes: Didn't proof it, so sorry if there's fails. D; And it's shorter then my norm. And I think it just kinda sucks. Lmfao. OH, and I think it's definitely safe to say they ain't gunna get along. Unlesslike, she suddenly doesn't hate him. Baha. [/blockquote][/size]

[ASHE RIVIERA]

This boy, wasn't a danger.

Even without her bow, Riviera was sure that she'd win a fight with him within 1 minute. And she was being generous. This boy -- this Angelli -- didn't stand a chance.

She lowered her arrow. After all, people didn't point weapons at children. The way this boy held himself, body tense, mind most likely flustered; for a person like Riviera, Justin Flyte, was as much of a danger to her as a baby was to a lion. She dropped her weapon, letting it point to the ground, her hold loosening a touch. She wouldn't relax, not yet. Not until she was completely sure that this boy was nothing but a nuisance. Because of course, this could have been just all an act. Pretending to be some shivering fool, before turning deadly whilst her back was turned. It made sense.

A cowardly tactic, but it made sense all the same.

Riviera asked her question, watching carefully as his brows remained pulled down into a frown, before shrugging. It's not an act, she mused, cerulean flickering from his features to his stance, he's a natural idiot. An amused laugh bubbled up her throat, daring to make an appearance before Riviera hastily smothered it out. Laughing, in front of the enemy? I think not.

“Just... wandering, I guess. Didn’t feel like going home.”

She sneered. "Well of course not. You most likely live in Chiaro -- if you can call that a home." She smirked, letting her previous ice wall melt slowly away. She had deduced that this boy was harmless, so she didn't need her weapons; mental or physical. This boy, was quite literally, a simpleton. Her hand twitched for a new arrow, feeling the need to slide it into her bow. One shot. Just one, and Justin Flyte would be out of her life forever. Out of this world, and into the River Styx. What would be the harm in that?

It wasn't as if anyone would miss him.

He was an Angelli, for christ's sake.

He just filthied the place.

The boy shook his head once, more, muttering a, "Can't say i do. Sorry", with more ease that she would have thought. Riviera's eyes flickered down to her wrists once more, and she laughed; a surprisingly pleasant harmony of soft noise, peals of twisted joy. Well, what did she expect? He was stupid. But still.

Riviera would have thought that even the most thickest of people would have known who the Council were. Another glance at Justin had her smirking. Apparently not.

Ruffling her hair messily with her hand, she glanced with a bemused smirk etched onto her lips at the boy, sliding her weapon completely into her back strap. "Thought so. Expected just as much from an Angelli." She shrugged, nonchalant. Her voice still carried the same blunt tone and, but the coldness had eased off a little. Just enough for people to be able to actually talk to her without flinching away or something stupid. People had no reason to fear Riviera. Unless, of course, they had done something to annoy Riviera.

A sudden change seemed to happen within the boy; as if he had suddenly had enough. The Shade watched, brimming with curiosity. So was it all an act? She paused. No, she would have noticed the quickening of the heart. It must be something else. But what?

“Not yet?” He asked, sounding somewhat annoyed. “Listen, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, or offend you, or whatever. How’s about you lighten up a little?” He added, impatience tagging a long at the side. She snorted, brow raising up in question.

"Are you telling me what to do, Justin?" She smirked widely, baring those sharp teeth of hers. "Because i assure you, that will be a way to bring you a quicker death than the fates have planned." She offered him a sweet smile; Riviera could act, too. He wasn't alone.

She took a threatening step forward, head tilting slightly to the right, brow still raised. "So what is it, Justin?" She leaned forward, lips pulled back to form a coy snarl.

"Are you?"

---

NOTES: i have a feeling this post doesn't make sense. just one of the reasons why you shouldn't post whilst falling asleep.

[JUSTIN ALEXANDER FLYTE]

Justin Flyte


Hasn’t anybody told you to sit back and breathe?
You can’t be living life like a loaded gun,
Sing out, sing out,
Things can only get better!

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.xXx. [/color] Justin didn’t generally come across as some sort of pathetic, scared little weakling. Not like he did now, at least. But, it was only natural, wasn’t it? The man figured that, should most normal people be faced with a wild lunatic pointing an arrow at their chest, they’d turn into blubbering, flustered idiots, too. That fact made him feel somewhat content with himself; the idea that he wasn’t alone. How many other people had this woman threatened with her bow, anyways? Or worse, killed? Justin felt uneasiness begin to gnaw at the back of his mind once again, nervousness completely devouring his momentary burst of comfort. He didn’t exactly give a shit if he was alone or not any longer; he’d rather not die, either way. And, to be entirely truthful, he didn’t exactly want to know how many people this woman had killed, or even just wounded.

He had a strange feeling that the numbers would be frighteningly high.

The man’s light, blue eyes flitted towards the sight of the woman’s bow as she lowered it, her frame relaxing in order to let the arrowhead point towards the ground beneath her. Heaving out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding, Justin’s gaze flickered back up to the woman, taking on a very sarcastic, critical, and fault-finding element. Was she actually relaxed, or just bullshitting him? He was far too afraid to draw a conclusion, knowing well she would probably end up doing the opposite. Unpredictable fucking women. Jesus. Immediately, Justin’s attention was grabbed as she asked him a question, and being the flustered, obedient little idiot he was at the moment, he replied, giving her the full truth, and only the truth. His place was boring, and to be quite frank, Justin wasn’t tired yet. Unlike this woman had been, at least.

He might as well have woken a fucking sleeping bear.
In fact, a bear might actually be a little more forgiving.

The man raised a brow at her sneer, before the woman spoke, his expression unmoving. “Well of course not. You most likely live in Chairo—if you can call that a home.” What the fuck? Justin’s brows furrowed somewhat, his lips pursing into a thin line. Someone had something against Angelli’s. Justin’s jaw tightened momentarily, as he stared at her, his expression shifting from frightened to somewhat aggravated. She was obviously a fucking shade who, by the obvious looks of it, was some sort of racist-slash-Angelli hater. Oh, fun. Just Justin’s fucking luck.

“Yeah, because Umbra’s any fucking better.”

His words dripped with daring, though casual, sarcasm, as the man rolled his eyes, before returning to watch her with careful, somewhat timid eyes. He would do his best not to push her too far, because although Justin wanted to make nasty retorts to her words, he’d much prefer leaving alive. He answered her next question easily, and both brows shot up yet again as she actually laughed, as if amused by his answer. What the fuck was up with this woman? Justin’s eyes narrowed; her laugh was oddly... pleasant. It didn’t suit her, at all. Hell, Justin didn’t picture the woman able of laughter, let alone a laugh that wasn’t nearly harsh on the ears.

If anything, she should have cackled like some witch from a movie.
Now that would suit her.

Justin almost smirked at the thought, before her words once caught his attention, and just by the look of her smirk as she tucked her weapon away, Justin knew the words would not be anywhere near nice. Obviously, this woman didn’t do nice. “Thought so. Expected as much from an Angelli.” Her words seemed oddly casual and nonchalant, and for the first time since thinking the woman was a dead body in the grass, Justin felt himself relaxing somewhat. Sure, her tone was still blunt and her tone hurtful, but it was progress, wasn’t it? Yes, progress. Justin was hopeful, for a whole minute. Until she said she wasn’t going to kill him. Yet. The man forced out an irritated, heaved sigh, as he pulled himself into a more upright sitting position, ignoring the dampness of the ground. Why couldn’t she just give him a break? Justin spoke again, in a very tired, aggravated tone, all before the woman snorted, once again seeming amused. The expression only made Justin’s features harden, our of further irritation. “Are you telling me what to do, Justin?” Ah, fuck. Now she was going to go apeshit, wasn’t she? The man watched her, carefully now, questioning the logic of his words. “Because I assure you, that will be a way to bring you a quicker death then the fates have planned.” Oh, great. Yepp, he’d definitely said something wrong. “So what is it Justin? Are you?” He words took a more threatening turn as she took an intimidating step forwards, though Justin forced himself to stay relaxed, or, as relaxed as he could be. The arrow wasn’t out any longer, was it? Right. That was good. Still counted as progress.

“Uh, no.”

He replied bluntly, before shaking his head slowly in somewhat of a delayed reaction.

“Just, y’know, suggesting.”

He added with another vigorous nod, deciding he better tread more carefully. Otherwise she might actually kill him, next time. Who knows. The man watched her for a moment in silence, eyeing the weapon on her back, before he looked towards her own lighter eyes once more. She had light eyes; did that mean she was a halfbreed? Then again, Nixie was a shade with blue eyes, wasn’t she? Justin paused momentarily, thinking. If this crazy lady was a halfbreed, it wouldn’t make sense for her to have a very clear hatred towards Angelli, would it?

“If I stand up, will you try and murder me again?”

Justin asked bluntly, one brow rising with inquisition. His words weren’t very bright ones, but they were voiced thoughts of his, and right to the point. If she thought he was an idiot, then so be it. Justin didn’t really give a shit, as long as he escaped unscathed.

“I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t. ‘Cause my butt’s getting really wet... And it’s uncomfortable.”

He added with a nod, once again just voicing what was on the man’s mind. Hopefully she’d get weirded out and run off, happy to go hunt down some other Angelli. Not that Justin wanted her to hunt down any other people, but, well, he would really love to live. Life was great. Well, usually. Until you come across a lunatic wild woman who tries to kill you. But, hey. How often does that happen?

We’re bound to make a change,
Take some time to hold somebody!
Leat go of fear and all your heartache,
Learn to laugh, and learn to cry!

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Notes: Sorry if it's poo, I didn't proof it. And he's kinda being moodswingy and retarded. D; OHH, and he says Umbra 'cause he thinks she's a shade, and doesn't know she's a council member. Obvs. Just wanted you to know I'm not totally stupid and forgot or anything. :B[/blockquote]

[THE MOIRAE]

Poseidon did not always, if ever, agree with the things that his fellow gods chose to do. However, he agreed with Aphrodite's choosing to support the mending of the two species, though he did not approve of her methods. All the same, she had interfered with his chosen and tied her to an Angelli. This made that Angelli, by extension, his. Whether the boy knew it or not was not the issue at hand.

He might be best known for his dominion over water, but there were other things that the God could call his own, such as the noble steed the horse.

So to protect what was officially his Chosen's, he drove a nearby horse to do his will, pushing it to break away from the ties that bound it to its stable farther in the park. Pushing it across the park itself. Pushing it until it stood over the boy in a protective matter, and that was as far as the God would interfere.

It was not his job to look out for all. But he was well aware of what had to be done to keep the balance.

With that being done, the God Poseidon pulled his influence from the mortal realm and returned once more to talks with his brother.

[ASHE RIVIERA]

“Yeah, because Umbra’s any fucking better.”

She arched a brow; Umbra? He thought she lived in Umbra? Ha, how pitiful. And to think, she was about to shoot a child.

A bemused expression on her face, she smirked, the edge of her lips tugging up in one corner. "Umbra? I wouldn't know; I live in Pandora." She paused, a beautifully cruel smile on her face, before continuing. "Which you would know if you weren't such a fool. But yes, I suspect Umbra would be better than Chiaro." She smirked. "After all, the city is a lot cleaner than your hometown, isn't it?" She offered him a sweet smile; painfully fake, before replacing it with her previous cold demeanor.

And then, just as the situation had turned into one of harsh amusement, it turned deadly with just a few words from the boy.

She glared, cocking her head in an impassive way, her question asked in a cutting way, her words as sharp as a knife. Justin was getting annoying. Child or not, Riviera was beginning to regret her decision of not shooting the damn thing,

“Uh, no,” he answered, shaking his head in a slow manner, "just, y'know, suggesting." He nodded, eyes alert and careful. That piked her interest. So he knew when he was in danger -- perhaps not a complete idiot. But then, even mere animals knew such things. It was instinct, after all. Nothing hard.

She laughed, letting some of the previous cold slip away, an amused smile on her face. "I'm sure, she almost purred, as if she enjoyed his words, and his actions. But her eyes said otherwise, and her mind knew the truth.

He had ordered her what to do.

He had just cowardly backed away.

She scowled; disgusting. No wonder Angelli's were the scum of Pandora -- they had no backbone, and they had no bravery. She would have almost pitied them, if they weren't so annoying, and easily hated.

“If I stand up, will you try and murder me again?” He asked, surprising her with his sudden question. She paused, about to answer, when he carried on, apparently feeling the need to explain his inquisition. “I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t. ‘Cause my butt’s getting really wet... And it’s uncomfortable.” She frowned, remaining silent for a while, staring at the boy. Was he being serious? Was this a joke?

Was he stupider than she thought?

Riviera shook her head, letting out a sigh. Slowly, she reached behind her and grabbed her bow, before taking hold of an arrow. Tilting her head upwards to look, and smirk at Justin Flyte, she slid the arrow in place, before aiming at his heart. "No. But your stupidity, is quite annoying, see? If you were a Shade, or even a Half-breed, I may have overlooked it, but you're an Angelli." She shrugged, letting a uninterested smile settle on her lips. "I'm annoyed. And you; well, you're here, and so vulnerable--" A grin; the flash of teeth. "--and my hands are just itching to kill." Another shrug.

It could have been that Justin was just here, at the wrong time, and the wrong place. Maybe. Probably. But it didn't matter to her. The thought of killing -- claiming -- another life had set her heart beating in a faster pace, and the rapid flow of blood around her veins had her wild with anticipation.

A smile.

And then -- so easily, so quickly -- she let go, watching with fascination as the arrow flew through the air.

She didn't need to look to see if it would find home in his heart; that was where she had aimed it, after all.

And it did. Hit a heart.

Just not his.

Suddenly, without warning, a horse galloped into view, protectively guarding the boy with such speed that Riviera had not even noticed; the horse glared at the Shade with a warning: leave him alone. The animal continued to glare, even when the arrow dug itself through it's body, and into its heart.

Seconds past -- silence.

The trickle of crimson.

And then -- thud. The horse collapsed onto the floor, heart no longer working, jaw slack, eyes glazed over with a certain unnerving quality.

Riviera laughed. How fascinating. Sliding the bow across her back, she took one step forward, the Angelli forgotten. She peered at the fallen animal, cocking one brow at it's somber expression. It was here for something more than a midnight stroll; this, she was sure of. It wasn't a coincidence that the horse had stumbled upon this meeting. Cerulean orbs flickered up to the Angelli, brows burrowing in question. "Yours?" She asked, feigning disinterest.

Her gaze flickered back to the animal, eyes now silently assessing the damage.

Veronia would love the meat for her stew.