Under the Spell*Open

[robin]

It hadn’t been all that long since Robin had left his mother, and left Cicero Indiana. He was on a journey to find his father, and to find out what happened to him. The teenager hadn’t been on the road for long, until he had heard reports from varies people, reports about a rise in domestic violence in Montgomery, Alabama. Robin didn’t know what help he would be, if any but he felt compelled to at the very least, try, the teenager had over-heard the occasional person speak about something called a Siren saying that this, whatever it was, was the cause for the rise in the domestic violence.

So here Robin was after a long drive, he has only just arrived in Montgomery. To be honest Robin didn’t have any idea what he was doing here, and thought he was out of his league what with how people were talking about these sirens, he didn’t even think that he believed them. This all sounded beyond crazy in his opinion, because with thanks from his mad questioning skills, the teenager found out that these Sirens if that’s what their called were hell dangerous and hard to kill, Robin had also found out that they could take the appearance of anyone, and of any gender whether it was your enemy, or you best friend, or they could even be your lover and with something as simple as a saliva exchange, they could put you under their spell.

Robin had just pulled up at one of the motels in Montgomery, as he started to make his way toward the motel to book a couple of nights. The teenager noticed that when he told Erica, his mother about the note John had left them, the look of shock on her face Robin knew that his mother knew why his father had to go away, but she didn’t tell him why. This Montgomery situation sounded similar, with the way people were talking about it, but the teenager thought that soon enough he would find out more, for now he had to book his room and record his video entry.

Outfit
Jaguar XJS
Notes - Hope this was alright.

[foreverandalways4]

Sasha Romanov



We come from the land of ICE and SNOW

From the midnight sun where the HOT SPRINGS flow


She didn’t know what to do with herself. Once again, Sasha found herself too late and once again, that person was gone. It was beginning to get odd and frustrating, even more so when she was in a town where people made fun of her accent. They shouldn’t be making fun of her at all, Swedish or not, her accent had nothing on the locals around here. A sigh escaped her as she sat down on the curb outside her motel room, glancing out to the street. It was what they called, or what Kris had said, ‘rush hour’, but it still looked rather empty. That was how small cities worked though. But even the lack of cars could not distract her from the fact that she should have never have come. For some reason, to this day, Kris Milligan had been the only other gifted she had met and she wasn’t sure as to why, why hadn’t they scooped him up just as fast as the others? Unless they hadn’t gotten to him yet, that or they were waiting for something else, or even more possible, they just didn’t know.

After all, Kris had a rather happy family still, unlike her when she lost her own in the fire to a strange man. The thought made her frown, at seventeen; she still had a lot of puzzles and mysteries surrounding her parent’s death. For a while, when she was younger as well as the city of Stockholm, they had her believing that they got what they deserved. Being a crime syndicate and a powerful one, her parents and their family had natural enemies but even then it was hard to believe with how easily the city can be bought. Speaking of crime though, Sasha glanced down at the papers for a moment, noticing the hit of crime wave in couples’s problems. More and more, it seemed like people were dying in this strange little town. Rolling her eyes though, she tossed the paper aside as if it were nothing more. That wasn’t her fight at all; she had bigger things to figure out than what supernatural creatures did with their time. She should get back to Windom where Kris was, and make sure that he didn’t disappear as well.

The sun was beginning to fade into the darkness now as it set, hues of pinks and oranges were turning quickly into purples and dark blues, and overhead, the stars and moon peaked out behind fading clouds. Sasha simply watched, and noticed the mild chill that came. She supposed that even in the South, it still could get chilly. There was a roar of a car now, glancing over she watched as a red car pulled it. It was old and loud, something that could catch anybody’s eye. A young boy got out, probably no older than her, and went to the lobby now, but Sasha just stared at the car from her sitting space on the curb. After a moment though, she rolled her eyes, “Americans,” she muttered under her breath. Really though, it was probably best she shouldn’t. After all, it’s not like she had a car to get back to Windom, she had to take the bus. Still, her eyes wandered back to the car, Sasha wondered if that boy was searching for answers too.


How soft your fields so GREEN

[/b], Can whisper tales of GORE[/b][/color]

How we've calmed the tides of WAR

We are your OVERLORDS, So you better stop[/color]

And rebuild all your ruins
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NOTES: | Hope you don't mind me posting here. I realize that this thread is several months old XD|
OUTFIT: | Skinny jeans, silver flats, grey sweater top, black leather jacket.[/url][/color]|
MUSIC: |Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin|
TAGS: | Robin Blake|
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[robin]

He had decided that this was absolutely going to be the last town that he helped with whatever crazy problem they were dealing with, like, he had heard that a siren had been involved but honestly Robin couldn’t really believe that, or it was more like he wasn’t willing to believe this rumour. A siren was nothing more than a silly Greek myth, a legend or a fairytale even not something that actually existed and that coursed so much destruction and pain, he was convinced that if he had told anyone back in Cicero about this, they’d probably have him committed, he wanted to have him committed it was totally insane that he had even considered this to be truth.

After all Robin had only heard this rumour from only a few random people, for all he knew those people could have very well been insane, even he had began to consider his own sanity for thinking too much into this. It was probably just people having a usual couple argument, they weren’t any big deal and sure he hasn’t been in a relationship yet but Robin assumed that couples must argue occasionally. That’s probably what’s been happening anyway, and had been completely taken out of context, just a few couples who have gotten overly carried away, but still, the more he thought about it, and thought about the reports, he considered this supposed siren even more, whether one could really be the course for all of this domestic violence. Maybe one or two couples, maybe even three, but with how many people were dying in this town, there had to be something more going on, something crazy that he couldn’t explain.

After the teenager had parked the Jag on the curb in front of the motel, and he had walked in and up to the reception desk, “I would like to book five nights thanks.” Robin told the girl behind the counter, handing her one of his fake ID cards that he has only recently learnt to forge, and then once she handed the card back and he filled out the necessary paper work. Robin headed back to the Jag to retrieve his duffle bag from the trunk. As he turned to head back inside, he noticed a blond girl sitting on the curb, the curb was a strange place to sit like there would have to be a chair inside the motel, in fact he was certain that he had seen a chair inside the motel but if not, there would have to be other seats around town, the town would have to have a park with seats, but then maybe this blond girl was just waiting for someone.

“Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, but why are you sitting on the curb, it couldn’t be any comfortable.” Robin asked his duffle back on his shoulder, and other hand extended to help the girl up.

Outfit
Jaguar XJS
Notes - Not at all, was hoping someone would.

[foreverandalways4]

Sasha Romanov



We come from the land of ICE and SNOW

From the midnight sun where the HOT SPRINGS flow


Her eyes remained on the car for a little while longer before sighing and glancing back to the rest of the strange world around her. She hardly paid attention to the door of the motel as someone came out of the check in, no doubt the boy with the red car. Sasha kept her eyes trained on the street, ignoring everyone else. If she didn’t look at any one, then they wouldn’t talk to her. She didn’t know why she found this place so different from Windom, so strange and dangerous. Maybe it was because she had failed again in finding someone, maybe it was because she didn’t want to get teased on her ‘funny’ Swedish accent, it could be because Kris wasn’t there, that she didn’t want any strange men or women talking to her. In fact, it could be any number of things that Sasha just couldn’t entirely pinpoint. There was the sound of a trunk shutting, and just out of the corner of her eye, she caught movement, “Do not look, Sasha,” she told herself mentally. There would be no trouble for her today, not if she could help it.

But even when she just watched the traffic go by, or glance up at the fading sky, it seemed that she could not be ignored. There were footsteps now, approaching closer to her on the side walk. Heavy steps, like boots. Each footstep, Sasha kept on willing the owner to walk past her, but all of her willing proved quickly to be in vain, “Hey, if you don’t mind me asking, but why are you sitting on the curb, it couldn’t be any comfortable.” She turned her head, glancing up at the speaker now. It was the boy with the red car, the one who had went into the motel to check in. Any number of witty comebacks could be use to answer that question, but they were not Sasha’s specialty, in fact, there were none floating around in her head that very moment. Instead, she just stared at this boy like he had asked her the most perplexing thing in the world and ignored his hand, “I am watching day fade into night,” Sasha replied now, but she still eyed him carefully, her mind flashing back to the strange articles now about men beating up women, killing women.

The stars were slowly come out now, Sasha could catch their twinkling even when her eyes were still watching this stranger, “The stars are out,” she mused, nodding over head before daring to turn her head away, and staring off, thinking. Why did it matter that she sat out on the curb when her room was right behind her? He didn’t know that though, “Do you wish to sit with me? It’s quite fun,” not to mention, it was curious to see another teenager out on their own. Sasha wondered what his excuse was, she was out of her country, she thought it perfectly normal to be without an adult, but someone in their own, well, and it was still odd. The young girl was uncertain about introducing herself though, to a random stranger when there was no real security of a setting. There ever was though unless it was school, but even then, school could prove to be quite troubling as well as Kris had shown her. Green eyes glanced down at her hands now for a moment, as if they were suddenly fascinating as she glanced back over at the boy, waiting to see if he would join her or resume to what he deemed more comfortable than the curb.


How soft your fields so GREEN

[/b], Can whisper tales of GORE[/b][/color]

How we've calmed the tides of WAR

We are your OVERLORDS, So you better stop[/color]

And rebuild all your ruins
[/center]


NOTES: | None|
OUTFIT: | Skinny jeans, silver flats, grey sweater top, black leather jacket.[/url][/color]|
MUSIC: |Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin|
TAGS: | Robin Blake|
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[robin]

Robin waited for the teenage girl to answer him, and at first thought he wondered whether she was shy this was something he could understand was. Well he for one has never been remotely shy or anything of the sort, but the teenager could certainly understand it because though he wouldn’t classify as shy now, even Robin found it hard to be loud on this road trip when he didn’t know anyone, so of course he would be more the happy to leave this girl alone if she wanted. He wasn’t one to force somebody to talk if they didn’t want to, but with that being said once you got to know Robin he was one to often play silly immature practical jokes on people, and mess about, but hey he’s seventeen that was like his job.

The teenager finally was able to relax when the blond teenage girl finally did answer him, saying how she was watching the day fade into night. “Of course she was” he thought as he remembered what the time was, but he was grateful for one thing that she didn’t want him to leave, or worst that she ignored him both of which were things that Robin thought very well could happen, and also wouldn’t be surprised if one of those things did happen. But this was good because this meant that the girl was up to talking, and being social was always good, which was one of the many disadvantages of being on the road alone, you had no one to talk to and you had to be careful that you didn’t lose your touch.

The blond teenager then noted that the stars were beginning to show, causing Robin to look up also and there they were up in the lightish sky were a couple of bright stars. They was kind of beautiful and he wondered if anyone would think any differently, and if they did then he wondered how could they, when they made you feel so insignificant, this was one of the good reasons for being on this road trip. “I was beginning to think you’d never ask!” Robin excitedly told the girl excitedly trying to lighten the mood, as he dumped his duffle bag to the footpath and sitting beside her, leaning back on his hands and stretching his legs out in front.

“So what brings you to Montgomery?” he asked trying to start a bit of conversation, as he looked at the few stars with the blond girl beside him, and Robin knew that when a girl asked you to sit with her. You sure as hell don’t decline.

Outfit
XJS Jaguar
Notes: Sorry it's crap and the delay. I'm less busy now so I'll post sooner.

[foreverandalways4]

Sasha Romanov



We come from the land of ICE and SNOW

From the midnight sun where the HOT SPRINGS flow


He seemed oddly relieved when she finally spoke. Boys were such strange animals, she was beginning to think. Sasha stared at him for a moment, watching him with a curiosity before glancing back towards the stars now. Her mind wandered to all of the rules of Windom High School, and the people who she could hang out with and who she couldn’t hang out with, according to that of Kris Milligan, and for a moment, she wondered if this boy would count or not. Those rules were foolish the more she thought about it, and very confusing. But this wasn’t high school, this was the parking lot of a motel so the rules did not imply. Not to mention, this boy didn’t look very dangerous at all, so Sasha believed that there was nothing to worry about at all. Perhaps she is naïve though, very naïve. She never thought any harm could come from going after something she saw in a vision, and yet, someone nearly burned the house down with her inside it. On purpose. The violence shouldn’t shock her though, Sweden was just as dangerous but Sasha was beginning to think that American might as well be the same level playing field.

“I was beginning to think you’d never ask!” the boy exclaimed excitedly, causing Sasha to laugh a little as she heard the sound of the duffle bag dropping on the ground with a loud smack, “Well, you’re welcome.” Watching him closely out of the corner of her eye, he finally took a seat besides her and seemed to be making himself feel right at home when he leaned back on his hands and stretched out his legs. It reminded her a little of Kris and some of the other boys back at Windom. Guess all teenagers weren’t that much different in the logic sense. There were, of course, bigger things that she should be thinking over though. The people she couldn’t find, the gifted who went missing and were under the hands of gods knows what. Well, demons, she knew what, but why is the real question that she should be answering. Sasha wasn’t sure if she should pursue it though, and even more importantly though, why was it that she and Kris were spared this disappearance unlike the rest? It couldn’t just be the two of them though, surely there had to be more.

Thankfully though, before Sasha could give any more thought to this and drive herself into a state of craziness, the boy spoke again, “So, what brings you to Montgomery?” and that was when it suddenly occurred to her that he didn’t have the Alabama accent. Clearly, she wasn’t the only stranger in town, which made it even a little odder to her that he did not have parents with him. Green eyes just stared at him for the longest time, trying to figure out on whether she should lie or not. She could play the tourist card, being from Sweden, but she couldn’t even think of a good enough reason to be in Alabama. She wasn’t chasing down anything, nor was she even curious in the spike in couples killing each other as of late, “I…” she started, uncertainty still hanging before a sigh escaped her, “I came looking for someone. But I was too late and now they are gone.” Her shoulders soon slumped in a shrug before she glanced away, looking back to the stars, “But there’s nothing I can do about it. So I have to go back…what about you? You’re clearly not a local yourself.”


How soft your fields so GREEN

[/b], Can whisper tales of GORE[/b][/color]

How we've calmed the tides of WAR

We are your OVERLORDS, So you better stop[/color]

And rebuild all your ruins
[/center]


NOTES: | Don't worry about it! Clearly, I'm not a rapid fire replier either =]|
OUTFIT: | Skinny jeans, silver flats, grey sweater top, black leather jacket.[/url][/color]|
MUSIC: |Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin|
TAGS: | Robin Blake|
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