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Post by mero on Nov 23, 2010 22:49:25 GMT -5
“Well, we all have days like that.” She smiled a little more, as if sympathizing with him a little. She took a small sip of the drink in her hand. To him it’d look like a light alcohol beverage of some sort, when actually there wasn’t a trace of alcohol in it.
Merfonde paused for only a moment. When he spoke, she made herself laugh softly, finding his question funny. “That type of girl? What type are we talking about?” In reality… She really hated that response. It irked her that he was stereotyping her, but she’d stereotyped him already.. Oh well.
She sighed this time, running her fingers through her hair with her spare hand. “Same reason as you, I guess. Just needed a drink or two.” This time Mero just about grinned for the first time. “So? What brings you to Paris?” He was from England after all, anyone would recognize his thick accent and realize it wasn’t French.
Merfonde took the empty seat across from him, after all there wasn’t really a reason to ask if it was taken, was there? They were having a friendly conversation, why should she stay standing for the entire thing?
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Post by darin on Nov 23, 2010 23:01:18 GMT -5
*Darin sighed. He didn't mean for it to come out rude.* I'm sorry, I'm usualy not like that. I must be more out of it than I thought. *He didn't think she would belive him, or even know what she was talking about, but he felt a little better now. She sat asking him the question that he feared.*
Nothing much, just wondering. Getting a fresh start. *Lots of young adults did stuff like that. They moved away and started their own life, with little in their pocket but lots on their shoulders and minds. He had to be careful not to give out to much information. He wished that he had someone to talk to. Someone to just let the load out. Talking to an empty apartment doesn't count...at all.*
*There was something different about this girl. She seemed not like any other girl...that he had met. Unfortunately he could say that he had met a lot of girls. Mostly his fathers idea. Most of them were nobles, but some not. There he goes again. Thinking about his past, and his problems. Getting all stressed out. He took a second swig of his drink and looked back to Mary.*
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Post by mero on Nov 23, 2010 23:15:33 GMT -5
Merfonde just laughed again, shaking her head and grinning. All and act…. Or that’s what she kept telling herself. “What are you apologizing for? Wasn’t as bad as you think.” She paused for a moment, taking a slow sip of her drink. “Don’t drink much, do you?” She got another laughing look in her eyes. She wasn’t one to talk though, she’d never had alcohol in her life.
Her soft, shy smile returned now. “Seeing the world huh? I think that’s what all of us are doing. Trying to find a place where we wouldn’t mind settling down in. But until then why not enjoy ourselves a little?” She was the same age after all, only a few months younger. Though she’d already seen much of the world. Her training had taken her all over the place, and then her jobs had taken her even farther.
Merfonde leaned back in the chair, letting her gaze wander a little around the room, formulating a plan. It wouldn’t be at all difficult to take him here, seeing as brawls broke out in bars all the time, but it might not be the smartest. Why not try getting him completely smashed? It’d give her an excuse to ‘help’ him out of the bar. Her gaze returned to Darin again, smiling a little as she honed in on his almost empty glass. She set her own glass on the table, leaving her purse on her chair as she stood up and wandered to the bartender. Whatever she ordered, the man almost laughed, as if expecting her to be the one drinking it… and probably losing her top halfway through the night. She rolled her eyes, making sure Darin didn’t see it. When she had the drink was ready, she brought it back to the table holding it out for him. “You look like you need something with a bigger punch.”
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Post by darin on Nov 23, 2010 23:38:21 GMT -5
*Darin was happy that this girl...somewhat understood. He couldn't tell it to her entirely. But he did want to see the world and not have to worry about cameras or people thinking he's some spoiled rich boy.*
Something like that...I guess. All I want is to be my own person.
*He was expected to be the person his father wants him to be. That was why he got that tattoo. It was a form of defying his father. When Mary brought back the drink Darin was a little hesitant. He wasn't sure if he wanted to drink it...or trusted He was hesitant by what she said. He wasn't sure if he wanted to get drunk...let alone smashed. But he took a sip. Pew! That was strong. Was were her motives. It was obvious by now that she had a motive...weather it was for her own selfish gain or not was undetermand.*
Thanks.
*He didn't know what else to say. Seemed that there was little to talk about, but yet so much that could be said. Just like every other girl. Every girl that his parents lined him up with...he ended up not talking that much because he didn't want to say the wrong thing, or even the wright thing in certain cases.*
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Post by mero on Nov 23, 2010 23:51:13 GMT -5
Merfonde was smiling again. “Yeah, I know that feeling.” Unlike him, no one had really cared what she did as long as she did kept up in her training, became the hunter she was supposed to be. He wasn’t the only one with a tattoo after all! And his was only one! All he had to do was look at her arms and he’d see more than a dozen somewhat similar designed tattoos. They weren’t identical, but they seemed to have a common theme, like vines or other intricate designs. If only he could see her proudest tattoo, the one hidden under the skintone concealer on her face…
Merfonde knew she was losing his attention. He was catching on a little. But, maybe he’d just think she was a girl looking for some fun. He’d never expect exactly what she was up to until it was too late. She reached for her own glass again, bringing it to her lips and almost watching him warily as she swallowed the cold liquid before setting it down again. She didn’t like dealing with men much, if only because they were so easily seduced. “Don’t drink it too fast though, otherwise you’ll end up passed out on the floor.” She almost smirked.
“So? Liking Paris so far? Have you seen the rest of the country yet?” She paused for only a moment. “Everyone always says Paris is the only reason to visit our humble country, after all.” She faked annoyance. “You should go sight seeing while you’re here. It’s pretty amazing once you get away from the big, bustling city.”
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Post by darin on Nov 24, 2010 0:26:52 GMT -5
I'm sure. I haven't had lots of time. I've been looking for work. But I think I'm just going to go somewhere else. I've herd the states are pretty fun to visit.
*Darin didn't have the money to fly to the states, but she didn't have to know that. He staired into his glass, seeing a slight reflection. What was he going to do? They were after him...and getting closer. Maybe he should just go back. It was futile hiding from them forever. He was aware of that before he left. Weather he was dragged back or came back on his own, no one would ask why he did it or try to help him. They would just up the security around him so that he couldn't run off again.*
I'm sure that there are plenty of other guys that would treat your better than I could. *He felt like no girl would be treated right with him. With all that paparazzi and tabloids. Along with a busy, non stop, life. No girl deserved that. He would be forced to marry... eventually, but he didn't want to force what has been forced on him on anyone else.*
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Post by mero on Nov 24, 2010 0:55:24 GMT -5
“Well, maybe you could see if there are jobs in other places as well? You might get a job easier that way, because there are a lot less people trying to get the same jobs.” Sure, she might seem helpful, but she was just keeping a conversation going. If he lost interest again, he just might leave, and she’d have to start this all over again, or finally go in and catch him. She might have felt some sympathy for him, forcing him to go back to the life he’d left, but sympathy had been pounded out of her when she was barely able to walk. It wasn’t an emotion she experienced often anymore.
“As for the states… I think it depends on where you go. I’ve only been there on a few vacations, so I don’t know too much about the country.”
That was a lie. Merfonde knew plenty about the States. Being a Bounty Hunter wasn’t all just about force, it was about being able to pass as a Native when you were a foreigner. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, after all.
His next comment though… Really shocked her. Truly shocked her. Her expression even showed it, her eyes blinking and widening a little. Finally she laughed, shaking her head. “Wait, wait. You think I’m-?” She laughed even more. “Sorry, but I think you’re confused. Sure, your good looking, but I’m not exactly looking for anyone to be with right now.” She was grinning from ear to ear.
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Post by darin on Nov 24, 2010 1:04:39 GMT -5
*She had mostly misunderstood him. It was mostly his problem. He didn't want to get close to anyone and then have to leave. He felt like he couldn't have any relation ship...at all.* That's not exactly what I meant, it's actually me. I don't think badly about you at all. Your a good girl and I'm just saying that I don't want you mixed up with me.
*The was mostly because of the press but also that he was being chaced. He didn't want to bring anyone into this. He didn't care if it was his best friend. Or even his sister. He would leave both of them, and suffer alone. It was just the kind of person he was. He never looked down on people and he didn't want to see them getting hurt, in any way. His hand went to his pocket. The cell phone still in it's place. He could call at any time. But only a great force would make him call and tell them where he was.*
*Darin turned and smiled at the girl, obviously forced.* I'm sorry, but I don't think it's wise for us to keep running into each other like this.
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Post by mero on Nov 24, 2010 3:58:28 GMT -5
“Oh, so you’re attracted to me?” Merfonde smirked a little, as if finding it funny. Her act was failing a little, some of her true personality shining through, or, maybe just her sarcastic side. She wanted to mention that he had no idea she was a good, or bad girl. They’d only spoken twice, after all. And she was acting just so he wouldn’t realize what she was.
Anyone else might be curious as to why he thought himself so dangerous to mess with. He was probably thinking because of his social status. But he failed to realize, other people might think he was confessing to being a mutants. Mutants did seem to avoid relationships after all. “You’re one of them, aren’t you?” She paused for a moment, faking curiosity. “A mutant, I mean.” To a normal reason it seemed like the only logical explanation as to why he was being so distant and withdrawn. “You can be honest, I’m not a mutant hater. Just… Never met one before now.”
He was fiddling with something in his pocket again. What was it? If he was thinking about returning to his family… Well she wouldn’t be having that. She wanted her money, and if he returned on his own she got nothing. That would anger her beyond believe. She was a mercenary after all! She made a living off of this! She wouldn’t let her jobs just walk away!
Maybe though… If he thought she was walking away he’d leave himself open, lower his guard even more. And if she made him think he was being followed again… It’d get him out of the crowds. Mero pulled out of phone, as if to check the time, and pretended to gasp. “Oh God. Sorry, I have to run. I’m going to be late to work. It was nice seeing you again, Taylor.” She smiled, grabbing her purse and fleeing from the room like a frantic woman trying to keep her job. Once outside she broke off to the side, hiding in the shadows, waiting for him to leave…
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Post by darin on Nov 24, 2010 11:06:05 GMT -5
No, I'm not a mutant *Darin was calm. Didn't show any sines of lying. He had put back on his mask. That was the only think that he felt grateful towards his father for forcing him to get. When she left abruptly he raised a hand as if to wave goodbye. After the girl was gone he looked back to the drink that she had bot her. It was the polite think to finish it. But he couldn't get stoned. Not now. He had to leave. People were getting to close. Not just that girl. But his father's men were getting to close for comfort.*
*After a few minutes Darin left the bar. He started to walk in the opposite direction he had been running. He had no idea what he was going to do now. Every second of this month he had wished for someone to talk to. Someone who would understand. No mutant lover, or tolarator, would understand. And his own family wouldn't understand. There was no one there for him. He was alone. All alone in a sea of people. The mutant population wouldn't be able to help him....because he was a noble. The nobles couldn't help him because he was a mutant.*
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Post by mero on Nov 24, 2010 12:11:39 GMT -5
Merfonde had to admit, he was a pretty good lier, but so was she, after all. He'd never even suspected what she was really up to, just thought she was some friendly native who wanted to get to know him a little better. To bad for him though... She was pretty good at detecting lies to, even if they weren't so.... obvious. Of course he was a mutant. Otherwise she wouldn't have been the one hired to catch him!
She didn't have to wait outside long, maybe just a few minutes, before Darin showed up in the doorway, heading off in a random direction. And so... The hunt began... Now!
Merfonde wasn't following like she had before. She was closer, but still remaining hidden by the crowd. Any person's sixth sense would pick her up now, and it was really stalkerish like before. Now... It'd feel like you w ere being hunted. That was the point though. Most mutants went into dark places, away from crowds when they felt they were being followed. Sure, it was a stupid idea, but they all seemed to believe their mutant powers would protect them. And when you felt this sort of presence tailing you? Well, you didn't want to cause a scene out in public...
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Post by darin on Nov 24, 2010 12:22:18 GMT -5
*Unfortunately for Mero, Darin was used to being fallowed. He was calm. The presence terrified him, but he knew that if he stayed in the crowd, hopefully they wont strike. Unless it was an assassin who would use the crowd to their advantage. But he knew that his parents wanted him alive. So unless there was some one who wanted him dead, he was pretty safe. He was almost out of energy, so he wouldn't be able to fight back. He knew that his mutant ability wouldn't help him now.*
*Staying in the crowd he turned onto a second busy street. Now walking away from his apartment. If this was someone sent by his parents, they wouldn't be able to get his stuff, an he had taken one of the families heirlooms. They would want that back. He had it hidden as well. Only he knew where it was. Sure if you spent a few days searching the place you might find it, but it wasn't in the obvious places. Just as long as that was hidden, they still would need him. But once that was returned he would be locked up in the mansion for the rest of his life. Only to go out for public things. Where his picture had to be taken. He would become the family puppet.*
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Post by mero on Nov 24, 2010 12:35:21 GMT -5
This wasn't working. At all. Earlier he'd gone to confront his chaser, and now he seemed to have wisened up. Curse it all! Okay, looks like it was on to plan B to force him out of the crowd. What plan B would be... Well, she was still thinking. She wasn't much for thinking to far ahead, but that didn't mean she was an idiot. She just... liked 'winging' it more then strategies.
Merfonde didn't care where he went as long as there was always a crowd she could hide in. But he probably had some sort of scheme, seeing as he was fully aware of being followed by now. Whether it be to just stay in a crowd, or lead her someplace specific, she didn't care.
Slowly, she closed the distance even more, directly behind him. "This crowd won't protect you. If you don't want their lives in danger, get off the streets." Her accent had changed, to Arabic, thick, and much more masculine so you couldn't guess her gender from her voice. It only made it even harder to guess at the owner because it was barely a whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. Then, as quickly as she was there, she was gone, out of sight before he could turn around to spot her. If all went well, he'd look at the faces in the crowd and realize that by staying in the crowd, all it did was put them in danger. After all, all the people chasing him couldn't be good. And seeing as she'd masked her accent to Arabic this time, he just might start thinking another country was after him, to get leverage against his family. And if it was another Country? They wouldn't care who they hurt as long as they got him.
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Post by darin on Nov 24, 2010 12:47:58 GMT -5
*Darin was far enough from the apartment he was staying in. Then he heard the voice. It scared him, but he didn't show it. Continually wearing the mask he started to head towards a place not as populated. He didn't stop walking until he made it to a cliff. He sat at the edge. If he made one wrong move, he could fall to his death. He'd find out what this voice had to say first. He wasn't afraid to die, at least he didn't show it. He stayed straight faced as he looked at the scenery.*
Well, what do you want? Another assassination? Or are you working for my parents?
*He sounded almost board with it, people trying to kill him wasn't new to him. That was how he found out that he was a mutant. Obviously this person had been the one making him feel strange. He didn't look back, only forward. If they were going to kill him he would rather not look. If he knew, then there was a better possibility of the rest of the energy stored up would react and shoot back. If the one to kill was killed, then they would send more and probably torcher him.*
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Post by mero on Nov 24, 2010 13:14:48 GMT -5
As easy as that, the Heir actually cooperated. That was a little surprising, and sort of boring, but oh well. It just meant her job might be a little easier. Sure, if he decided to fight back at the last minute it'd be troublesome, but oh well. Wasn't like she wasn't equip for a fight.
Merfonde trailed behind at a safe distance again, in case he looked back to try and spot her. She could have broken off to put on a disguise, but she'd rather not. It'd take to much time, and he might decide to run off when he felt alone once again.
Finally though, the crowds were gone. Darin wasn't looking back, just staring off at the distance, as if waiting for her to do something. She smirked, pulling a small moist cloth from her pocket to wipe the stupid concealer off of her face, revealing her rather interesting tattoo. “Sorry to disappoint you, but if I kill you I can’t claim the bounty on your head.” She dropped the accents completely, stepping out of the shadows, her hands resting on her hips. She didn’t bother answering his question, he’d know the answer. She wasn’t there to assassinate him, so she had to be working for his father.
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