Midnight Getaway, *[OPEN]

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Silence. Nothing but the sweet, addictive silence of the night, which hung on the edge of a sharp blade with the glow of an intense flame. Silence was usually something that could drive a man mad, but for Seven, it made her sane. Throughout her day, there was nothing but noise - at work, in the streets, at home, everywhere. Especially at home, seeing as her family was all crowded together in one huge hunk of a mansion that was passed down through its generation. Homes such as that should have been just as majestic as they looked from the outside, but it was nothing but rotten on the inside, thanks to its inhabitants. Sure, its insides looked fine, but the people within it radiated the feelings of uneasiness. People so afraid of the times and the talk of creatures that it was almost pathetic.

Seven loved her family to death, really, but she could not stand their fears and cowardice towards the events of the present. Sure, at its core, it was frightening, but what good would come of living in fear forever? Seven was not about to follow their suit, nor be forced into it. A common practice, the Talons went to their quarters around eleven, sending Seven to hers first, then heading to their own. Little did they know that, almost every other night, if not all nights, that their beloved flesh and blood would proceed to breakout into the night. The mansion was filled with rooms and each was scattered far from the next, which made hearing hard for those who were listening for her escape, if any.

Tonight was like many other nights, in which the escape was successful from the balcony window and down the trellis onto the Earth below. Now, all the girl needed to do was pick a destination. In a while, the girl would have the fucking money she needed to get her own place, thank god.

Running through the woods, Seven had picked the cemetary as her destination. Not many went there, sans a few pranksters, but none really bothered to go where she intended. Adrenaline flew throughout her body as she awaited her favorite place to go, to escape. Reaching her destination, the girl stopped to catch her breath, letting light pants escape from her lips; it felt good to run. Seven's long, multicolored hair mirrored her face in a messed manner from her run, her ivory beige cheeks slightly flushed.

Seven approached the random family site that she always felt drawn to, its huge frame blocking the light of the moon. Letting her black and silver-tipped fingertips glide along its stony surface, Seven smiled and took light steps to its edge, peeking around it to check for any signs of life.

None to be seen, so she emerged from its back, her dark denim jeans and black wifebeater still sheilding her from sight a bit. She took a seat on the steps of the mausoleum, wrapping her arm gently around one a giant stone wolves that guarded the entrance. Closing her eyes, she laid her temple to rest against its chest, silently beginning to hum a random folly.

[autumn]

love is a tree growing in your heart.
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better look out before the roots start.

Rowan walked the lonely night streets, alone once again for the night. Really, he had no idea as to why he was out walking. Maybe to find a bit of trouble to get himself into. Or maybe just to try and find some way to cure the permanint bordom that always captured him. He knew he was never one to want to be around people for too long, but being alone all the time wasn't well for him either. He needed a bit of fun to keep him from going completly insane. He actaully couldnt even remember the last person he had talked too. It couldnt have been anyone special though, no one really was special enough to remember - in his eyes. But really, no one cared to him - or so he thought.

To be honest he was to afraid to face the truth. Deep down he did care. But he would never admit it, he was to self-centered to think that he would care for anyone but himself. Rowan really never did learn how to care about anyone though, he was never brought up the way he could have been, or should have been. And really in Rowans mind there was nothing wrong with not caring for anyone but himself. To be quite honest he was very insecure, and lacked confidence in himself and that’s why he was always an asshole and would put people down - possibly to make himself feel better? He had always been that way, ever since he was a child. He just didnt know how to not be a cold hearted bastard now. He was used to his own ways, and wasnt open to much change - he saw himself as being completly fine, not a thing wrong.

He continued to walk, not knowing where his feet were taking him. He made a swift turn, making his way down a short alley and out the other side. He pulled his leather jacket closer to his muscular frame, as if blocking the cold air would take the chill away from his bones. Really, the cool air didnt make a difference next to his stone cold body. If anything the air had a warmer tempature than he himself did - and that was something he never really did like. He was to afraid to touch someone, like a human. And lately, they were his main source. He liked finding new people to toy with, and most were humans.

He pulled a cigarette from his jacket pocket, moving it to his mouth and lighting it all in one swift movement. He took his first hit from it, blowing the smoke out into a perfect smoke ring. He watched it swirl around in the air, and then vanish. He walked, coming up upon the graveyard enterance. Why was he coming here? He really had no idea, but this place seemed to keep the peace, he was always so tense when walking among others. And the graveyard was really the only place he could go where he could let his guard down and relax.

He made his way inside, still smoking his cigarette. As he walked he looked around, seeing if anyone else was around the area. From what he could see, there was none. But at times, while he was sitting alone and enjoying his cigarette or just relaxing, someone would make theirselves known and send him flying up to defend himself. He was never really at ease around people much, he couldnt afford to be. He really didnt trust anyone, at all. But he continued to walk deeper into the graveyard, his jean clad long legs taking him to a grave. He purched himself on top of it, finishing off his cigarette and putting it out on the side of the grave.

He looked around once more, his eyes scanning the area in search for something. He really didnt even care what it was, he was wishing for someone to appear for some reason. And then his eyes fell onto a girl. She was sitting on the mausoleum steps, her arms wrapped around a giant stone wolf that sat at her side, guarding the enterance. He heard her humming, a random tune being pushed from her lips. Her eyes closed as she layed her head against the giant wolves chest.

He smiled, finally finding his human toy for the night. He looked her over, tight curls of pink and multicolored hair spilled over her shoulders. She was clad in a pair of denim jeans and a white wifebeater. He walked over to her, careful to not make a noise that would send her upright and he eyelids springing open. He stood in front of her now, but made sure to keep his distance. "only women out this late are the whores who suck dick for a living. so tell me, how's business coming along?"

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Seven was restless within, her body in something one might dub as an outright rampage. Her muscles kneaded at their own will, spasming every now and then, only truly known by a slight jump of her porcelain skin as they riveted. She could feel her blood pulsing throughout her body, her heart hungry and angry all at once. What was it that she needed? What thing lurking within was looking to gain sustenance? On the outside, Seven looked at ease, and to be honest, she was – it was as if her body had a mind and will of its own. Her mouth watered and her skin began to feel the telltale sign of oncoming goosebumps. The girl wasn’t scared, nor was she feeling any emotion at that time; it was only her body that was off kelter. Seven had been dealing with it for days now, always trying to busy herself to keep her body calm but working just didn’t ease the craving any longer. It seemed that the late night escapades such as the one she was playing in within the present were as close as she could get to warding the notion off. It was as if her body begged her to do something; to run to the point where she may break, to jack the nearest Kawasaki and go full throttle. Enough was never a word associated with her body when it was in its craze.

Seven sighed as her skin came in contact with the cool, marbled touch of the wolf. It radiated in waves, causing the nerves in her facials to suddenly relax, coming to an eased state. The bulk of the marble that she was embracing was comforting in an odd way. She honestly could have stayed there all through the night, dozing on the wolf, simply forgetting that she had somewhat of a life to return to. To think that a place that usually struck fear and disdain into the hearts of many could bring her such comfort was amusing. Really, the girl couldn’t describe her attraction to the graveyard in simple prose, it was almost like the habit came instinctually. All that mattered was that she knew where to run to when the time came at hand. Seven took a deep breath through her nasal cavity, personally gorging her senses on the smells of the graveyard, consisting of after-rain and heady earth. What Seven didn’t expect to smell was cigarette smoke, and given her slight taste for them, there was no denying its presence. Someone else was within the yard with her, given she hadn’t lit up since at least six o’ clock. Not fretting over it too much, Seven noted the smell and kept the thought in mind as she drifted off into humming, trying to lull her body into its own submission.

In the beginning, it was taking some effect, her muscles easing and heart slowing a fraction or so. Random snips of songs from the creatures of the night made through her barrier of concentration, causing her to furrow her brow as she tried to ward off the threat of falling off into what could become a deep sleep. For some odd reason, the smell of nicotine lingered nearer to her, as if the source was coming closer. Seven damned herself as she began to crave a light and cigarette of her own. ”Only women out this late are the whores who suck dick for a living. So tell me, how’s business coming along?” The voice, normally, would have made any other person in her position jump out of their fucking skin, or look like Macaulay Culkin in the Home Alone flick. But seeing as Seven was mid-way calmed and not in the right mind to be spooked, she was still pretty much at ease, if not silently amused by the newcomer’s intro. “Unfortunately, I’m not in the business you think I’m in, but I’ll wager to say that I do suck on cigarettes for a living, and tonight, business is so fucking slow. But, I think you can change that for me, seeing as you reek of nicotine…spare a light?”

Seven slowly opened her eyes, looking upon the new arrival. He stood well above her, probably surpassing her even when she would stand, with quite the muscular build. Clearly, someone believed in physical fitness; his clothes fit well against his body, modeling his long limbs and throbbing muscles. His face, shone against the moon, was just as suprising as his body. Strong chiseling, dangerous jawline, and the most haunting shade of bright, neon amber orbs. “To be honest, the same could be said of you, at this hour – but, men are more known for taking it than sucking it, dear,” Seven smirked lightly, cuddling closer to the wolf. “Truth be told, you look more dressed for the occasion than I do…” Seven paused, looking him up and down. And, his way of dressing wasn’t bad, either – in fact, it was appealing… it made one wonder what lied beneath. “What exactly makes you think I’m a whore, hm? Enlighten me, Buddha.”

Her body continued to thrum with its own newfound life, but it seemed it was intrigued by the boy, given it actually began to cooperate and slow its rhythm.