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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] INTO THE STREETS WE'RE COMING DOWN WE NEVER SLEEP The Words: 561 The Outfit: hallo The Notes LALALA The hour was late as was the train. The busiest station in all of New York was not as packed with human bodies as it usually was. That was not to say that it was empty completely. There was a constant shuffle of feet in the station and the loud call echoing through every corridor whenever a train was arriving or departing, reminding everyone to please step behind the yellow line when the trains were in movement. He could also here the chattering of other voices all about him, other passengers waiting for the late trains to take them home. Most of the ones near him were muttering complaints and letting out exasperate sighs. The train was still late and they were still waiting. They had little choice unless they wanted to walk or pay a pretty cab fare though. The lights in the station shone brightly, even lighting up some of the tunnels the trains passed through. He could watch the dull reflection of his feet while he tapped them. The others did not seem so easily amused. “This goddamn train, I’ve got a wife and kids to get home to.” This was one among many other complaints to follow. The green eyed werewolf merely curled his lips in a amusement while the soon to be passengers exchanged a few others word regarding this ‘goddamn train.’ He supposed, perhaps, he would be upset as well if he was waiting on a train to come and he had somewhere to be. It was very rare that he relied on the public transportation though as he was much more used to using his feet to carrying him everywhere. So he had no complaints, only suppressed chuckles at the people who were to ride the train. The world revolved only around them, it was all that their minds could take in. Roscoe did not pity that either considering he thought very much the same way. Empathy was far and between when it came to the male. Finally the loud rattle of the train was buzzing in the distance. The woman’s voice calmly warned everyone to stand back as the train approached, reminding them to stay behind the yellow line. Roscoe could hardly hear their complaints over the arriving train but he could see aggravation etched on some faces of the men and women who were standing so diligently behind the yellow line. It was refreshing to see some people just genuinely relieved that they would be on their way to their destination now. Roscoe did not get up from his spot though. The slender man stayed leaning on his hard seat and watched as the passengers scrambled onto the bus and others were shoving to get off. Again, the station was filled with the hustle and bustle of New York City citizens; his eyes were quick to watch a certain few. A certain few who carried themselves more gracefully than the others and paid no mind to people like him. A grin tugged at his lips. Those few were vampires, he knew. He’d come here almost every night, following them to their destinations some of the time. How else would he learn that those deceitfully beautiful humans were not as they appeared? Tonight he let them slip passed though. He already knew who they were. Perhaps tonight he would seek out someone new. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border: #3b2621 15px solid; background-color: #c5b9b8; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/nn1ipu.gif);] [atrb=width,400] get me out of my mind The dizzying lights and whirling sounds. The fluorescent, bright lights and the mind-numbing, titillating sounds. With lights that could outshine the sun and daze you at the same time, and with music that pounded in your head like a drum, there was really no way to escape the club. It always lingered in your mind and the lights always remained in your eyes, even when they were closed. Such symptoms could be considered distracting and obnoxious, but for Nadia, it was practically her life. She enjoyed the people and the distractions. Though, she wouldn't be human if she didn't have an off day. Handsy patrons, slurring drunks, the occasional invincible man who thought he could say anything to a woman and get away with it. Unfortunately for them, Nadia was not there to be toyed with. And she could just as easily slap them around as they could talk a big game. Though, it was never like Nadia to hold a grudge. Usually she would get angry, get very angry, and then settle down a few minutes later. She didn't like to be upset unless the situation really called for it. And the club always had a reason to be upset. However, she more than made up for it by doing what she grew up doing. But now it was time to wind down. Nadia always took the train home, even though she knew the type of the people that were on it. The businessmen and women, talking loudly on their cellphones and carrying their suitcases. The quiet ones, who generally had their nose in a book, ignoring the world. The wannabe gangsters, who got in everyone's faces, and had their pants down to their knees. And if a person didn't fall into that category, well, then, they could probably be classified only as Nadia. Nadia was the only one who could sit quietly but still enjoy a conversation without being stuck-up. The dancer rushed down the stairs to the train tunnels, bumping into a few people along the way. She gave them a rude stare as she passed them, and she received the same sort of stare. Okay, so Nadia wasn't always the nicest person, but she had more of an excuse than these business types. Once she stood in the tunnels, she began to look around, her eyes searching every face of every person. Most of them seemed panicked, like they were in a hurry. Quite a few of them, however, were pale and mellow, almost pleasurably cheerful. Nadia didn't understand how someone could be exuberant in the train tunnels, but they always managed to be quite an outlier down there. And even though Nadia always traveled home this way, there was always new faces mixed in with the old. She knew none of the names of the older faces; she just knew that she had seen them before. She may have conversed with a few of them, but never on a name basis. However, there was always one person she saw, but never really paid any attention to. He was there, most of the time, and he didn't seem to fit in with any of the stereotypes Nadia had made. He was a curious figure, but, for the most part, Nadia tried not to stray too far from the crowd in the tunnels. Even if she was naive, she knew very well what could happen if she went out on a tangent by herself. Though, every time Nadia began to look around, her eyes returned to the same man. She would stare blankly for a few moments and then snap her attention to something else. But, eventually, her gaze skipped, fluttered, and bounced back to him. She was more than content just peering at him, but she was called back to reality by the sound of the train rolling in. It wasn't her train, though. And even if it was, Nadia was much too curious about the man to get on the train just yet. She knew it wasn't a good idea, but she gravitated toward him. As she approached him, the first thing she noticed was his hair. It was so... conspicuous. It was difficult not to notice. Nadia stood squarely in front of him now, arms akimbo in a haughty manner. She cocked her side just slightly to the side, her eyes locked on him. She gave a small gesture to his hair, and then spoke up with an innocent sort of grin, "That's a mess of hair. Do you need my brush?" You couldn't say Nadia was honest, if not a little blunt. Though, for the most part, she was just teasing.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] INTO THE STREETS WE'RE COMING DOWN WE NEVER SLEEP The Words: 703 The Outfit: hallo The Notes LALALA The werewolf leaned back on his elbows and let his legs stretch out before him, crossing lightly at the ankles. His chin aimed straight out and his eyes watched the train as the doors started closed and people rushed inside to get to their seats or handholds. It wasn’t long before the wheels screeched into motion and the passengers carts started to roll on by to disappear into the darkness of the tunnels. The swift gaze of Roscoe followed each and every cart, looking in at every passenger he could, until the train disappeared completely into the blackness of the tunnel ahead. For a long time, that was right where the deceitfully curious eyes waited. After coming and going to this station for so long he had grown very aware of the passages that were hidden in the pitch lack of the tunnels, only visible to the keen eyes of a vampire –or a sly wolf. It was another way down into the world of constant night where his enemies dwelled. Once or twice the werewolf had descended into the tunnels himself to try and see where they led to and who he would meet at their ends. He had made his way into their city and had taken in awkwardly alluring sight of it. It was much like the vampires themselves –dark and beautiful, but not very natural. Oh, it could of course be dangerous as well if you found yourself not careful and unconvincing. Roscoe had to lie to keep his reasons believable to the night creatures. A human just could not wander into their home without reason, after all. Thankfully he had always managed to walk with purpose, his head held high, and any doubts he had were always left far behind so they would not jeopardize his missions into the dark. Not tonight. He had already decided that he would not be jumping down to the train tracks and running off into the blackness tonight. He decided, against his better judgment, that he should one night bring Artemis along with him, his pack leader, to show her the twisting tunnels and the world under their feet. It was completely possible that she already knew about it though. Artemis was a headstrong female… he did not doubt her abilities even though he desperately wanted to. She was a good leader but not good enough, not for Roscoe DiMarco. His thoughts were pushed away when his view suddenly became blocked. With little effort he could move slightly to the left or right and see beyond the slender form but Roscoe decided to instead follow the folded arms upward until he found a face. His bright eyes narrowed but a grin showed that he meant nothing threatening by it. It was just a curious look, mixed with some greeting. By the way that she looked down on him and the way she stood Roscoe got the impression that she was feeling pretty imperious. Little did she know she was looking at a man who had once pointed razor sharp blades at people’s throats simply for looking at him the wrong way. All he did was continue keeping the small grin on his lips. She didn’t need to think him dangerous… he saw no need to startle her and he knew it would be pointless, only pleasing his ego but proving no use. At the mention of his hair Roscoe lifted up one of his hands and brushed his fingers through the thick mane of brown hair. Even he could admit to his hair being a little wild and full. But he hardly had a problem with it and decided to approach this as the girl’s conversation starter. It would do and he only gave her a shrug. “If I can run my fingers through it without them catching I don’t need a brush,” he answered her politely. He rested his arm back beside him, wiggling his fingers. “You see?” In truth, he very often combed it back, sometimes putting in some gel to keep the wild hair out of his eyes. But it really wasn’t a hindrance to him, not after so many years of peering through it. “Waiting for your train?” created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border: #3b2621 15px solid; background-color: #c5b9b8; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/nn1ipu.gif);] [atrb=width,400] get me out of my mind Nadia was fairly notorious for approaching strangers. She was used to people, and quite frankly could care less if they thought her crazy or too social. She found nothing wrong with talking to someone if she felt like it. Nadia was as comfortable with strangers as she was with her friends. That usually left her exposed to the unkind and untruthful people in the world, but then again, there were always the people who always brightened your day. Nadia wasn't sure which one of those this guy fell into. He looked pretty rough and insincere, but since Nadia didn't usually judge people by their looks, she would go ahead and categorize him into the ones that brightened your day. By his demeanor already, Nadia could tell he was wary of her presence, though still somewhat friendly. Great. Not a bit of hostility. Nadia looked at his hair for a moment, grinned, and then returned her gaze to his eyes. She hadn't really been making fun of him. He just had a lot of hair. It wasn't the kind of hair you saw every day. Or was she just strange and noticed hair before anything else? Maybe it was just her. She watched him as he ran his fingers through his hair, and was almost tempted to do it herself, but that may have seemed a little... intrusive. As alluring as it was, Nadia forced her attention to him and what he was saying. He seemed very calm to someone who had just charged up to him and commented on his hair. She couldn't say she was complaining, but it was a little odd. Not that she had meant to start any argument. As he questioned her about her train, Nadia shifted her weight and crossed her arms. In addition, she grinned ever so sweetly, though her answer was anything but. "Why else would I be here?" she asked him playfully, though still very matter-of-factly. Then she narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you waiting on a train, too? You haven't moved since I got down here," she pointed out. Nadia had her suspicions. This guy screamed suspicious, practically. In someone else's eyes, he probably seemed like a delinquent. Someone not to associate with or have your family associate with. And what other adjectives came with delinquent? Dangerous, detrimental, disturbed. Maybe even a little bit crazy. But Nadia didn't have a problem with any of that. People like that were what kept her life interesting. Nadia kept her eyes on him for a few moments, thoughtfully searching his face. She kept her visage blank, though, like a clean slate. She took a step forward, and sat herself right beside him, as close as she could manage without sitting on him. She was pushing the limit now, sure. That was her intention. For a few moments, she kept her gaze on anything but him, acting as though she didn't even know he was there. Eventually, though, she couldn't keep up the facade and turned to him, a large grin on her face. It was rather involuntary. But it very obviously meant that she was joking around with him. As stated before, Nadia had no problems teasing a stranger as she would her best friend or family. This guy was definitely no exception. But he seemed like he could handle it.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] INTO THE STREETS WE'RE COMING DOWN WE NEVER SLEEP The Words: 544 The Outfit: hallo The Notes LALALA Why else would she be here? The strange working mind of Roscoe DiMarco could come up with plenty of other reasons why a person would come to a train station but perhaps a sound mind would not think of such things. Of course you should never ever assume that someone was sound of mind until you were absolutely certain of that person. She could have been here because she wanted to jump down on the tracks and make her way into the underground city. She could have been here to get on a train and blow it up with a bomb strapped to her thigh for all he knew! The possibilities were endless but Roscoe did not bother with bringing them to the table. They would be her own problem and he could guess by her tone that she truly was waiting on the train, only teasing him because the question seemed so simple to answer. She made it sound like it was the only answer. “I’m waiting for someone,” he answered her simply, the quiet grin still lingering on his lips. He allowed his green eyes to look her over. Roscoe decided that this one probably was not a vampire. She was far too vibrant and lively to be one of those foulest creatures. Her complexion was far too bright with the glow of life to be anything but a human girl! She could have had relations with the vampires but she showed no telltale signs of those who gave away their blood. Not a single bite mark that he could see blemished her skin and she hardly seemed sickly or frightened at those type usually did. There was also an air of innocence to her that he simply could not deny. She was still pure of the dark world of the night, he was sure of it! The tainted world of the supernatural had yet to wrap its cold fingers about her. When the girl plopped down beside him Roscoe quickly moved his elbow closest to her aside and onto his abdomen. He gave her a curious stare, knowing that she would not notice since she was making a show of no longer noticing him. The wolf man shrugged it away and pushed himself up so that he was sitting upright beside her rather than slouched back against the stone. Now upright, he could see over and beyond the sandy haired girl to look over at the others standing around inside of the station. His attention was drawn away again though when he saw the bright eyes looking back at him accompanied by a broad smile. He regarded her with curiosity now, wondering to himself why she had even taken an interest in him. “You know,” he started, his body leaning further away from her to lean toward the far arm of the bench. “Being out so late… in New York is not always a wise choice. You don’t look like you have just come from a hard day of work either.” She was more than likely out clubbing. Many girls liked to travel in groups though and, honestly, Roscoe did not blame them. Even he often walked beside a pack since safety came in numbers and that especially rang true when you were weak physically… as he assumed this one was. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; border: #3b2621 15px solid; background-color: #c5b9b8; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/nn1ipu.gif);] [atrb=width,400] get me out of my mind Nadia would have hardly believed that he was waiting on someone, except for the fact that he had been there awhile. But who would honestly wait so long for a person? Nadia knew she didn't have that kind of patience, and, frankly, this guy didn't look like he did either. Though, he did seem fairly tolerant of her rather strange behavior. It wasn't something she saw in many people. She noticed as he leaned over toward the arm of the bench. The gears in Nadia's head started to turn, slowly at first, and then gradually speeding up. He must have been uncomfortable. So Nadia awkwardly inched away from him. She muttered a quick apology, though her face still had a smile plastered on it. She didn't think he would be so opposed to having her sit there, but she supposed she was wrong (or just reading his body language wrong). Nadia grinned impishly at him now, though still feeling slightly embarrassed by making herself feel awkward. As she spoke again, the grin slowly faded from her lips. She was somewhat puzzled by his proposition. That was, until she looked down and saw how she was dressed. Definitely not normal business-like attire. But Nadia was hardly the business type. In fact, most business people probably looked down on her line of work. But, hey, she had fun and they got brain tumors from being on the phone all day. "Oh... yeah, I guess you're right," she began, smiling sheepishly. "But these are my work clothes, so you're sort of wrong." She shrugged nonchalantly. Nadia realized that it probably sounded worse than she had meant for it to. After all, one could only assume that, dressed like she was, there was a bit of... promiscuity involved in her job. But that wasn't the case. She had enough wits about her not to do that, though she did partake in the occasional relations. Nadia paused for a moment, taking a gander at the train station while her thoughts processed. She wanted to do more than talk, but after her chagrined moment before, her body refused to move from her spot away from him. So she looked back over toward him, tilting her head curiously. "What are you really doing here? You can't be waiting someone..." she told him matter-of-factly. Because she knew, for a matter of fact, that there was no way he was sitting here for so long just to meet someone. It just wasn't in the human make-up to be so patient. Especially in New York, where everything and everyone was on the go. Nadia was quite positive that New York was one of the rudest and worst places to wait on someone. As Nadia sat there, she sighed ever so exasperatingly. She peered at the guy through the corner of her eyes, and flashed him a taunting smirk. "You know, I thought that, by your looks, you would be a much more fun person," she stated with mock disappointment. Then she frowned quite abruptly. "But I guess I was wrong." Her face was wrought with regret, and would be honestly fairly believable had her eyes not been filled to the brim with mischief. Though she kept them downcast mostly, when she flashed them up at him, a small smile crept onto her visage. Nadia had a tough time keeping up appearances.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] INTO THE STREETS WE'RE COMING DOWN WE NEVER SLEEP The Words: 558 The Outfit: hallo The Notes LALALA There was no reason to be surprised about her answer. Being from Los Angeles and having lived in New York for several years, a guy like Roscoe knew of that some ladies preferred work that was more pleasing to the eye and had more room for promiscuity. There were several occupations that immediately flashed in his mind which included prostitute and entertainer. Those two things could be very close to the same if you asked him though. He would give her the benefit of a doubt and deem her with the vague title of entertainer for the time being. Besides, if she was a prostitute she’d probably still be out and about, not in a train station! Unless she liked to prey on the tired patrons on their way to or from work… he pushed these thoughts from his mind though, deciding that it really did not matter to him what she did. He had only asked for the sake of small talk and not looking completely out of place at the Penn Station. Even if she may have already held her suspicions, Roscoe didn’t feel like feeding them any further… well, unless it really proved to be quite funny. Then he may not have been able to help himself. All Roscoe could do was curl his lip in a smirk at her. The smirk grew more so when she pressed at his own reasoning for being here. Of course he could be waiting for someone. For all she knew he could have been waiting for some whore to come and meet him for the night. For all she knew he could have been waiting to complete some drug deal or pop a guy in the head for not paying him money. Of course he could be waiting for someone. She just didn’t want it to be as simple as that because that was a boring and obscure sort of answer to give, it left far too much for the imagination and far too little to work with. That only made it more amusing for Ross though and he had no problem staring at her with his smile still on his face but looking somewhat surprised that she did not believe his reasoning. He could play it off, he knew. There wasn’t any way she could prove that he was not waiting for someone, after all. So he would stick to his story… at least for the moment. Roscoe’s broad shoulders rose helplessly at her comment, his face still unbothered by her words. “I could say the same of you,” he implied innocently, pushing the thought by looking her up and down to reminder her of her chosen attire. “But looks can be deceiving, as they say.” He offered her another blameless grin and then turned his eyes back up as another train burst from the darkness and started at a screeching stop. The woman’s voice again filtered through the noise and the doors flung open; people boarding and exiting. “Do you see anyone with a nasty overbite?” he offered with a twisted grin, his fingers tapping at the bench with underlying anxiousness. Spotting a few vampires could prove to be fun and if she had any knowledge of their existence then perhaps he could find a few more ways to amuse her on this night (or himself). created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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