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Post by Kitty on Jan 13, 2008 23:12:56 GMT -5
Jared landed at the railroad station, not sure where to go after this. Maybe they should go to somewhere open, like Honeydukes, so the police wouldn't get too suspious, like if she were in Hog's Head. He looked at her and asked, "So, where to?"
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Post by Julia on Jan 15, 2008 17:31:51 GMT -5
"I dunno," Jasmine replied, shrugging. "I try not to come here often," she admitted. Looking around, she pointed to the Hog's Head. "They know me. Let's go there."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 15, 2008 18:52:44 GMT -5
"Okay." He said, shrugging. "By name, or by a code name? And, do they know you from the paper, or from visits. Either can mean pretty bad things." He said, joking around. He got the vibe not to at first, but he needed to try to get her relaxed.
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Post by Julia on Jan 18, 2008 17:31:53 GMT -5
"By name, I visit often," she replied, already taking steps to the pub. "But that doesn't mean they like me. They thought they were so big and bad, and then they met me." She laughed coldy and looked at him. "It was like their ego had been popped. It was great!" She missed the feeling of watching someone's ego deflate before her eyes for the first time. She had felt so heartless, but she soon learned that some people egos actually needed to be deflated. Luckily this boy wasn't one of those people.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 21, 2008 21:08:07 GMT -5
He was glad that she was acting cooler around him. The barrier was slowly going down. He knew that it wasn't even close to being totally down, but he knew that he was making progress. "So, how did you get into the buisness of taking people out? You could probably make a lot of money being a Hitman for a mofia....like in The Godfather." He said, again joking.
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Post by Julia on Jan 21, 2008 21:18:29 GMT -5
"I do my own thing," she said. "If I were ever to be in a mafia, I'd have to be the leader. I crave control over things." She laughed, remembering every time she'd be put on medication for OCD, just because doctors were too stupid to realize she craved control, not that she was sick. "Besides, I have plenty of money," Jasmine added. Even though she didn't have a job, she was always able to pick up some money every month. "But you're buying."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 21, 2008 21:28:52 GMT -5
"No problem. I wouldn't be so whiney if I didn't have money myself." He said, laughing at his baby-ness. It probably really hurt, but he didn't remember the pain, it was the past even though it was only about a hour ago. He swooped down, and because it was winter, there was snow. He grabbed a handful, and threw it at her, not giving her time to look back to see why he stopped.
//I'm not sure if it was Winter, but I made it Winter. ^^//
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Post by Julia on Jan 23, 2008 17:23:53 GMT -5
Jasmine felt a cold, wet piece of...something hit her. She turned around, looking at him. "Since I like you, I'll let you get by with that. Just this once," she said seriously. "But do it again, and you won't have time to regret it!" she added, picking up her own ball of snow and throwing it back at him.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 23, 2008 20:58:02 GMT -5
He laughed, not thinking she was serious, and threw one, grazing her hair. He felt stupid after that, but he was testing her and he figured she wouldn't get too mad over something like her hair....but then again, he was bad at thinking on his feet. Just after he pitched, he thought of how girls are with their hair, and how that would be more cold then if he hit her foot...
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Post by Julia on Jan 26, 2008 16:42:25 GMT -5
Jasmine felt her anger bubble up inside her, but also felt herself pull out her wand. Without thinking, she cast a spell that would send this boy flying twenty feet in the air. Screw broken bones. No one messed with Jasmine Longbottom.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 27, 2008 11:03:13 GMT -5
He soared. It felt cool at first, then he felt himself go down. wipping out his wand, he made the ground jello. He always knew that spell would come in handy. After getting out, he said, "That was a snowball! Not like I was trying to hurt you." He brushed some more jello out of his hair.
//I always wanted to swim in Jello....//
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Post by Julia on Jan 27, 2008 19:00:33 GMT -5
She stood on her toes, helping him get rid of the sticky mess. "I warned you." Was all she said, like that was the answer. Well, she had warned him, but he had been to stupid to actually listen to her. She could have killed him, but decided to be nice.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 28, 2008 20:07:49 GMT -5
He couldn't help but smile. She was helping him. He wondered if things would always go along like that. Just like, he does something thrying to be funny, and break her shell, then she would try to hur thim, then he would save himself, then she would be nice? That would be retarded. He grabbed her wrist that was sweeping jello out, trying to get her attention, but it wasn't a strong hold. "Are you ever going to open up to me?" He asked, their faces inches apart.
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Post by Julia on Jan 28, 2008 20:17:04 GMT -5
"When I feel like you can handle my gruesome stories," Jasmine said, breaking out of his hold. She honestly thought he had the mind of a child, scared of the dark and scary stories. "Prove to me you aren't scared of anything, and maybe I'll tell you a little about myself," she demanded, grabbing his wrist again.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 28, 2008 20:22:06 GMT -5
"I don't think that is something someone can prove. What, are you gonna take me to a scary house? I can withstand some gruesome, but probably not as much as you can dish out." He said, trying to think. "I can withstand scary movies, but no real horror has happened in my life. Or not at least to me personally. I have never had something tp truely worry about. But, that doesn't mean you can't be honest, or open."
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Post by Julia on Jan 28, 2008 20:29:33 GMT -5
Jasmine smiled. "That was all you needed to say," she said, picking up another snowball. She looked at it, then looked at him. "I used to be a good girl, studied, did my homework. I became a fashion designer. I even had my own company. I got sued, it went away. I became something I never thought I'd be...a killer. It was hard at first, I had nightmares about the first few people I'd killed. Then I got used to it. I haven't killed more than a dozen people, I promise." She hadn't gone into detail, how she'd killed some of those people. They'd broke her heart, hurt her feelings. Jasmine had never killed someone without a reason. Kelly was the same as every other person she'd ever killed: weak, but they had thought they were the top dog.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 28, 2008 20:33:52 GMT -5
"What possible reason do you really have to killing people?" He said, at the risk of sounding more or less judgmental. "I mean, they must have done something. You just sunk to their level, even lower killing them." He didn't mean to say either of those sentences. He didn't want to fear her, or seem like he feared her, but he really didn't want to offend her on the first date-ish thingy.
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Post by Julia on Jan 28, 2008 20:43:19 GMT -5
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Reasons you wouldn't understand." She said, ending the conversation. She didn't like talking about her "job". It wasn't really a job anymore...more like a way of life. She looked at the snowball again. It was mixed with dirt. She threw it to the ground, watching it explode on their shoes. She smiled. "I really want to be over this...Killing. I'm hoping it's just a stage I'm going through."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 29, 2008 21:34:01 GMT -5
He wanted to protest, but got the vibe she wanted to end it. So it was dropped. "What's your veiw on Shakesspeare?" He asked, out of things to talk about that didn't really involve work, or killing, or really anything else. I mean, there was the classic 'What's your favorite color question, but he didn't really want to ask it at the moment.
//veeerrrrrooooooooooooom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!//
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Post by Julia on Jan 29, 2008 21:36:18 GMT -5
"Shakespeare?" Jasmine asked. "He's cheesy, you know. He wrote all those love stories. Probably because he was so ugly he couldn't find a woman to love him. He had to create people to release his sexual desires. I bet he died a virgin." She had talked more about the man himself, other than the books, which he was probably more interested in hearing her opinion on.
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Post by Kitty on Jan 31, 2008 19:06:00 GMT -5
"You know he was married, and had three children. Plus, there are like hundreds of rumors that he cheated while trying to get some money for his family in London." He said, smiliing shyly at his knowledge of Shakespeare. He quite loved the man to be honest. He was famous, and died on his birthday, what is not to love?
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Post by Julia on Jan 31, 2008 21:28:45 GMT -5
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "I don't care," she snapped. "I'm not fond of Shakespeare, to be honest." She smiled, as if to make of for the hatred of his favourite author. "Sorry, but books in general just aren't my thing anymore," she admitted, no matter if it hurt or not...
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Post by Kitty on Feb 1, 2008 22:01:36 GMT -5
"So, love isn't your thing? I don't understand. Uusally the girls are the ones believeing in love, and the guys are just like 'Yeah, sure...umm, no.' It makes me sound gay, and makes you sound goth. Or emo, or whatever it is now." He said, joking....slightly.
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Post by Julia on Feb 1, 2008 22:04:39 GMT -5
"Uh, sure...Love isn't my thing," Jasmine said, laughing. It had sounded really stupid, so she hadn't been able to control herself. "I'm sorry, you don't sound gay. It's just weird, like you said." She shrugged. "And I'm not goth...or emo...or even scene, dammit. I am Jasmine Longbottom, thanks." She smiled and nodded.
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Post by Kitty on Feb 2, 2008 13:56:27 GMT -5
"And I'm not gay! And thanks for saying that a guy that thinks Shakespeare is pretty cool, isn't always gay." He said, smirking. "So, to Hog's Head!" He said, walking. On his way, he casually scooped up a snowball, casually tossing it her way. Here they go again.
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