Ripples Through Time (Mudchaser & Mith)
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				Title: <strong>Ripples Through Time (Mudchaser &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>17-09-2010, 15:28:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>No one understands the heartache,<br>No one feels the pain,<br>No one ever sees the tears,<br>when you're crying in the rain. </em></div> <div align="center"><em>~ Whitesnake</em></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>How long had she been walking?&nbsp; Lorelei (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/329/3/7/Red_Rose_by_fhrankee.jpg) glanced up from where she had been watching her feet as they plodded along on the rain soaked ground, not recognizing her surroundings.&nbsp; She was soaked to the bone, her clothing wet and heavy and clinging to the curves of her body, her fire engine red hair hanging in soppy wet curls around her face and shoulders.&nbsp; The mascara she had been wearing was now smeared and running down her cheeks, but Lorelei was thankful for the rain for it camouflaged the fact that she had been crying for hours.&nbsp; <br><br>Her life was falling apart, and there was nothing she could do about it.&nbsp; It felt as if fate was conspiring against her.&nbsp; She had no idea what she'd ever done to deserve all of this.&nbsp; She thought she was a good person, tried to do the right things in life, but it seemed like fate was content to kick her in the teeth for being her.&nbsp; She looked up at the sky, mindless of the cold fat drops of rain splattering across her face, highlighting the milky white color of her skin.&nbsp; "What did I do?!"&nbsp; She shouted to the heavens, her voice breaking off into a sob.&nbsp; "Who did I piss off?!"&nbsp; <br><br>With no answer forthcoming, Lorelei began walking again, her teeth beginning to chatter from the cold and the wet.&nbsp; She needed to get out of the rain before she ended up with pneumonia on top of everything else.&nbsp; <br><br>Glancing around her once again, she saw the flashing neon sign of a little cafe, though half of the sign wasn't lit up, a little run down looking place, but she imagined it was warm and dry inside at least.&nbsp; Glancing both ways to make sure no cars were coming, she ran across the street, and made her way inside the cramped little cafe.&nbsp; <br><br>Once inside, the warmth of the place seeped into her bones, delving beneath her sopping wet clothing and warming her slightly.&nbsp; <br><br>Water continued to drip from her hair and her face, and she thought after the fact that she probably should have taken the time to wring her hair out before walking into the place.&nbsp; She really didn't want to make a mess for someone else to have to clean up.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sorry...."&nbsp; She muttered softly as she made her way quickly toward one of the booths and sat down, digging her hand into her pocket to see how much money she had and set it out onto the table.&nbsp; A dollar and fifty three cents.&nbsp; That's all she had to her name, and it was probably barely enough to buy her a cup of coffee, but right at that moment, a cup of coffee would truly be a life saver.&nbsp; <br><br>She smiled at the waitress as she came over, the look on her face told Lorelei that she must look like quite a mess.&nbsp; "Can I have a cup of coffee please?"&nbsp; She asked quietly, clenching her jaw tightly to try and stop her teeth from chattering.&nbsp; ".....and a few more napkins?"&nbsp; She added as an afterthought, watching as her hair continued to drip water on the seat she was sitting in. <br><br>The waitress nodded and moved off to grab both for her, leaving Lorelei alone to stare out of the window and realize just how similar she felt to the bleak rainy night on the other side of the glass. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ripples Through Time (Mudchaser &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 03:52:53</strong>
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				She never reached the alley where two figures stood, waiting for her.&nbsp; The falling rain blurred their outlines like the smudges of an oil painting.&nbsp; The shorter of the two, the size of a child, wore a wide-brimmed hat and a raincoat that hid his strange and terrible visage.&nbsp; His jaw parted to show savage, shark-like teeth and beady black eyes glared out from behind grey flesh.&nbsp; He growled in a voice too gravelly for his small size.&nbsp; "Master, she's stepped into the cafe.&nbsp; We'll have to wait and wait and I am so hungry.&nbsp; So <em>hungry</em> master." His claws scraped against the ground in frustration.<br><br>The taller one snapped a single word, silencing the strange mutant. "Chase!"&nbsp; With its mutterings silenced so that only the wet patter of rain echoed around them, the figure straightened the collar to his long coat.&nbsp; He eyed the cafe, lifting his chin and tilting his head in thought.&nbsp; "She was never going to be yours anyway.&nbsp; And if she will not come to us, then I will go to her."&nbsp; His lips peeled back into a cold, calculating smile "After all, it's what I'm best at."<br><br>"I don't see why we can't just grab her from her bedroom."&nbsp; Chase grumbled, scuffing the ground with his claws, and fell quiet at his companion's sharp look.<br><br>"It's just not my style, Chase."<br><br>---<br><br>The bell on the cafe door tinkled, announcing the visitor's arrival.&nbsp; He stepped in out of the curtain of rain, a layer of water glistening on his grey raincoat.&nbsp; The moment his feet crossed the threshold, the chatter of the cafe patrons fell into a murmur, as though the world fell silent at his presence, a presence that grabbed her attention and held it fast.&nbsp; He wore his fashionably unruly hair short, brown with just hints of gold picked out by the buzzing neon lights above him.&nbsp; A shadow of stubble lined his pronounced chin and circled those inviting lips, giving a hint of manliness to his roguish, boyish face.&nbsp; But more than any feature, his eyes held her gaze, such a bright grey that they seemed to steal some of the light of the room and shine with their own inner brightness, the way the moon stole some of the sun's light.&nbsp; They entranced her so much that she almost didn't notice the way he wore his color up, showing the wrap of his black tie and emphasizing his jaw.<br><br>When the stranger's spell faded, she found him chatting to the waitress at the counter, leaning forward, holding her gaze the way he had just held hers.&nbsp; Tension lingered near him, the patrons watching him sat with tight shoulders and wide eyes, as though instinctively ready to bolt, but the hypnotic sway of his hand and the mellow murmur of his baritone voice slowly put them at ease.&nbsp; He smiled, they smiled back.&nbsp; He flashed some money, crisp, clean and new, perhaps ordering something, or merely asking what the special was.&nbsp; Everyone nodded, and then the waitress slipped away, leaving him alone leaning against the bar, surveying the room.<br><br>Then, only then, did his eyes find her.&nbsp; Suddenly, the stranger she had watched watched her back with equal fascination, those bright, gleaming eyes studying her, <em>scrutinizing</em> her.&nbsp; Seconds dripped past with all the slowness of lazy molasses, and then he straightened and approached, his shoes clicking purposefully against the dingy tiles before he stood at her table.<br><br>"Excuse me, I..."&nbsp; Suddenly he blushed, a scarlet bloom spreading on his pale, wane cheeks "...I don't really do this much.&nbsp; I... Look, I don't mean to be forward, but you look like you can use some company, and I'd rather not eat alone.&nbsp; Do you..." he shrugged apologetically, as though he knew he was inconveniencing her "...do you mind if I sit with you?"<br><br>He cut the last sentence a tad short, a tiny imperfection in his otherwise flawless performance, and waited for her reply.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ripples Through Time (Mudchaser &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 04:17:53</strong>
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				Lorelei sat there dumbfounded for a few moments, not realizing that her mouth was hanging agape as she stared at the oh so handsome man by her table.&nbsp; &nbsp;He was compelling...mesmerizing and oh so delicious....and he was talking to <em>her</em>.&nbsp; Men like him never talked to her.&nbsp; She wasn't beautiful in the classic sense, not to say that she was ugly, but her beauty was very much like her name; different, unique and more than a little quirky.&nbsp; <br><br>The milky white flesh of her cheeks were soon stained with a becoming shade of pink, the flush of embarrassment creeping up the long pale column of her throat and spreading across ivory skin when she realized her mouth was hanging open.&nbsp; Closing her mouth and pursing her naturally red lips together, she shifted nervously in her seat, her beautiful amber eyes looking away from him as she tried to gathered herself back together.&nbsp; <br><br>"No....no I don't mind at all..."&nbsp; She said softly, almost shyly, her hand coming out to motion to the seat across from her.&nbsp; Why was it that the night a beautiful man decides to talk to her, it's the night that she looks like a drowned rat?&nbsp; <br><br>Lorelei sighed in resignation, figuring that fate was once again kicking her in the teeth.&nbsp; Giving her a taste of something wonderful and then reminding her that she couldn't have it after all.&nbsp; She wiped at her face self consciously, grimacing when the back of her hand came away smeared with black smudges of mascara.&nbsp; "God I must look a sight..."&nbsp; She muttered under her breath, grabbing for more napkins and swiping them beneath her lower lashes.&nbsp; <br><br>A few more handfuls of napkins moved up to the bright fire engine red tresses still soaking wet from the rain, and tried to ring out as much as she could, hoping to stop the constant drip drip drip against the vinyl beneath her rear.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ripples Through Time (Mudchaser &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mudchaser</strong> on <strong>18-09-2010, 04:41:20</strong>
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				As the red of her own blush brightened her skin, his eyes fixated longingly on her neck, his body trembling slightly like a junkie aching for a fix.&nbsp; His lips parted, one corner of his mouth twitching, showing his pronounced canines for just a second before he remembered himself and the mask of beautiful normalcy descended once more.&nbsp; He smiled, showing her his starkly white teeth <br><br>"Thank you."&nbsp; He replied to her answer, graciously accepting the offered seat.<br><br>He smiled again, leaning forward, intent on disarming her with some charming anecdote when he saw her wiping the mascara tears from her eyes with the back of her hand.&nbsp; Suddenly, his fingers ambushed hers, catching her hand in an effort to stop what she was doing and draw her attention back to him.&nbsp; With a small flourish, he produced a snow white handkerchief and offered it to her, and then, to reassure her, he quickly commented "That's what it's for."<br><br>His words had a subtle accent to them, one she couldn't quite place, that whispered of an exotic country, but the odd lilt to his words was so subtle that it might have been little more than a trick of her imagination.<br><br>A moment later, before she could respond, the waitress came with her coffee and his order.&nbsp; The mouth-watering scent of his freshly seared burger swirled around them, announcing its prescence.&nbsp; Grilled stripes lined the red-browned meat, its drippings mingling with the freshly cooked fries, sparkling with speckles of salt and flecks of spices.&nbsp; The crisp lettuce on his burger still had beads of condensation on it, all sandwiched between two toasted sesame buns.<br><br>Her companion poked at it, looking at the meal skeptically, and then glanced at her.&nbsp; "My name is Nathaniel, by the way."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ripples Through Time (Mudchaser &amp; Mith)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mithlomwen</strong> on <strong>20-09-2010, 01:00:54</strong>
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				She gasped in surprise, her entire body jumping in surprise at the quickness at which he moved, blinking her eyes several times as they attempted to focus on the blurring motion of his hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;She very nearly jerked away from his touch, but when she realized what he was doing, the tenseness of her body began to subside, and she relaxed once more.&nbsp; <br><br>"Thanks..."&nbsp; she said awkwardly, tucking the handkerchief into the palm of her hand a bit more securely, the feel of it against her skin somehow comforting to her frazzled feeling soul.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She was trying to focus on his accent, her head cocking to the side as she listened, but her attention was quickly diverted with the arrival of the food.&nbsp; Her stomach growled loudly, much to her embarrassment, yet another flush creeping up the pale expanse of her cheeks.&nbsp; When was the last time she'd eaten something?&nbsp; Lorelei honestly couldn't remember.&nbsp; The past few days had been so completely crazy that she couldn't even remember when she'd last eaten.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes watched as he poked and prodded at the meal on the plate, her mouth watering at the sight of the steam rising upward from the fries.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nice to meet you Nate."&nbsp; She said quietly, shortening his name out of habit.&nbsp; Something she did with everyone.&nbsp; "I'm Lorelei."&nbsp; 
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