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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Oct 3, 2013 1:01:17 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b]  -----------------------[/b] It was a testament to how out of it she was that she had stopped paying attention to most of the world around her. She was walking in the park where she’d met Tyler and bawled on his shoulder because the idea of going home to an empty house blew chunks. She put her hands deeper into her red wool jacket that she liked to wear, knowing it made her stand out but not really giving a crap. Hey she was having a rare day, wearing bootlegged pants, black boots under and a red sweater that went with her jacket. She looked average. A sure sign she was depressed. Normally she would wear some stunning outfit to make herself feel pretty but what was the point?
She lived in a town where everyone had someone. Hell she’d even had someone briefly but then lost him because she was dumb. He’d probably dumped her because she wasn’t passionate enough or hadn’t wanted to take a chance. The noise of the park faded into the background as she crunched on the fall leaves. The colors in Virginia were staggering. It was really one of the nice things about this state, there were actual seasons as opposed to where she had lived in the past.
Take Tucson for example, the only time you saw any color other than dead brown was during the brief monsoon seasons they had in the summer and winter. That was when the grass was green and the cacti blossomed. The rest of the year it was a barren land where color was infrequent. Sighing she kicked up some leaves as she continued to meander down a path. She really didn’t care where she was going.
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Post by Robert "Bobby" Steven Singer on Oct 13, 2013 17:32:09 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b]  -----------------------[/b][/center] Bobby was walking around Mystic Falls, he still couldn’t believe how many vampires were in town; and also in Richmond and Mid Rivers for that matter. Like most hunters he had believed, that vampires were almost extinct, if had asked him if he thought there was a town so overrun, Bobby would have shunned the statement outright, and called your an idjit for even mentioning the word vampire. Back when he was still living at the salvage yard, Bobby has heard that Dean and Sam had come across vampires; and their issue with Gordon Walker, but even that had only been a few vampires, and he at least while Bobby had been hunting with Rufus; only a few months prior coming to Richmond, hasn’t come across a single vampire since arriving in town.
He supposed that even the smallest towns, could harbor the darkest secrets. Mystic Falls as he walked through, Bobby thought that everything about it was picturesque, and like something from one of those Hollywood blockbusters, it was almost too nice and warm for his liking; and the two surrounding towns were the same. Crossing the street into the park, Bobby saw that many people, of all ages were out and if he wasn’t a grumpy old man, he would have invited Ellen, but of course he didn’t the woman would beat him if he ever did a thing like that; of that Bobby was sure, besides something that was romantic like that was more Sam’s thing.
With him and Ellen joining the Winchesters in Richmond, Bobby had to wonder when the others were going to join them—Jo and Rufus, even Ash and Garth despite how they could annoy him at times, and with everyone coming back from the dead, there was a small part inside Bobby that wondered if John was also back.
Walking down the path, Bobby eventually happened upon a young woman—dark haired and an outfit that was the typical average style, with a red woollen sweater over the top. Despite being a fairly experienced hunter if there ever was one, Bobby has yet to realize that with the aid of a special ring; or some other piece of jewellery, vampires were able to walk in the bright rays of the sun. “Hey,” Bobby said to her, in his far too casual and slightly grumpy tone, making him come off as awkward.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Nov 5, 2013 23:33:43 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] The old guy walking past her nodded politely and was a bit gruff but Mari smiled in spite of herself, “Hello.” She said shyly as she looked at him. Maybe this town wasn’t so bad. She tilted her head, her long dark hair gleaming in the bright light. The smell of wood fires burning in homes and the feel of frost in the air was letting her know that winter was likely to make an appearance any day now. Soon, the leaves would be down and they’d be bundled up in parkas.
“Are you from around here?” she asked him as a way to make conversation, “I’ve been wondering if this place had a Starbucks in it.” She didn’t know why she was talking to this older man. She supposed she was just bored and didn’t feel like crying any more after Chris. She mentally shook herself and did her best to put on a cheerful face. She would not think of Christmas alone. She would not think about how much she had lost this year. She definitely wouldn’t think about that chewing out she’d gotten from Lexi.
If she did she’d move back to Europe. At least there no one would insult her. Dejectedly, she let her shoulders slump. It was a thought. One she’d had more than once. Moving on, leaving this place where nothing went right and no one was happy with her. She sometimes felt like she didn’t fit in anywhere. She kicked some leaves and waited for the stranger to reply, realizing that if he knew she had a place to take herself and she could cry in her cocoa.
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Post by Robert "Bobby" Steven Singer on Nov 16, 2013 10:19:54 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b][/center] Bobby had never been good at the whole social interaction thing, hey, was all he was able to say to the girl. He hoped that it had been an acceptable greeting; he wasn’t really a grumpy old man, like most people would think of him. But he also wouldn’t give it a second thought, if she did think that. But he was a good hunter; he would have to be with how long he had been hunting. He liked to think that throughout the years, he had learnt sort of a sixth sense for picking vampires out.
Maybe he was just being cautious in a new town, but he had decided to stick around the girl, for a bit at least. He wasn’t too sure; all he knew was that the town was swarming with vampires. There was one thing that didn’t add up, Bobby for the life of him couldn’t understand how she was out in the day; if it did turn out she was a vampire.
“No,” Bobby was hardly giving her anything to go on, in regards to a discussion, he just didn’t know any other way. “Not that I’ve seen.” Bobby answered her Starbucks question, it may not seem like it, but he was putting in some effort. “Closes place to a Starbucks that might be some Mystic Grill, whatever it’s called.” Bobby said, finally finishing his answer albeit awkwardly.
Bobby noticed her shoulders slump, which could only mean that she had been having a hard time recently. Something that he had become accustomed to, so he could understand how she might be feeling, “rough day?” he asked her, his tone was still his usual brusque, but the effort was there.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Nov 16, 2013 23:25:40 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] “The Grill seems to be the goto place here. The burgers are good though.” She added as she looked at him, he looked about as awkward as she felt. He reminded her of an off road trucker; One that had spent too much time on the road and not enough in any one place to care. The weathered lines on his face spoke of a hard life if she was any judge. Of course people in her time were older looking at times than they were. She had been the opposite, her body seemed to be forever youthful even before she became a vampire. It gave her the ability to go between the high school and teaching crowd and she used it to her advantage.
Looking over at him, she sighed, “I just got dumped. The guy I like up and split town with no note or anything and none of his friends has heard from him. Looks like he just decided he needed a change of scenery or something.” She tried to play it off, tried to pretend that it didn’t matter but it hurt and she wasn’t able to hide it completely. She didn’t even know why she was talking to this guy given that he was a complete stranger.
Ahh well, live and learn, “You’re new in town like me.” She added as she tried to make a connection, “I have some friends here but they’re busy. I’ll probably move on soon. They’ve got a lot of problems and drama and don’t need me adding to it. They’re like walking billboards for stuff happening.” She shrugged as she glanced at her phone and sighed softly.
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Post by Robert "Bobby" Steven Singer on Nov 25, 2013 10:34:48 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b][/center] “Wouldn’t know, never been.” Bobby stated with a husky tone, how he always sounded with that some brusque voice. It made it ever so hard for Bobby to show emotion, although luckily that was also something that he managed to get away with. Either that or everybody who knew him just expected that he couldn’t show emotion well. The truth was, Bobby would rather hit somebody upside the head. “Seems like a place I know a few people would go to.” Bobby said, if nothing more than to attempt at whatever conversation he would be able to manage with the girl.
Bobby however groaned at what she had said next. Not because of what she had just revealed to him, but anybody who even knew him in the slightest, knew that he was no good when it came to talking about feelings. “Rough world we live in.” He stated though it wasn’t the most thoughtful thing he could have told her, however it was the truth; this was the hunter in him coming forth.
“Seems like this town has a whole lot wrong with it,” Bobby shrugged, and though he would never say the word demon, or vampire or some other thing aloud; to who he believed was a civilian. That had been what he had meant by his statement. “I know people like that.” he said, trying to find something in common with her, that they could use as a conversation starter. “Tell me once you figure out how to deal with your walking billboard of trouble?” Bobby said, with his best attempt at a joke.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Dec 4, 2013 22:37:23 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] This guy was the last of the red hot chatterboxes. He seemed like one of those stoic and silent types, which was fine by her. “You should check it out sometime.” Was really all she could say given that it was kind of like having a conversation with a brick wall. This guy just wasn’t a talker. Which made her babbling about her problems seem petty. Inwardly she sighed.
“I don’t know that I would go that far, but yeah its pretty messed up here.” She admitted softly, “I’m thinking of just moving on. Not much keeping me here any more.” Her shoulders sagged and she tried not to let the thought depress her but it was true. She had this party to go to but after that? Heck she could move out of here and no one would even notice or care.
She tried to shake off her melancholy but it was hard. If she was a human she’d just go to a therapist but who would understand what she had gone through? She’d have to use her compulsion and that would just suck horribly.
Then Bobby said something funny and she giggled, “Believe me if I knew I’d be rich.” She said with a grin on her face that reached her eyes. He may be a bit tacetern but Bobby seemed like a genuinely nice guy. “My name is Marina. Marina Sinclaire.” She offered as she held out her hand to shake. Maybe he would be a bit more personable if he knew who she was.
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Post by Robert "Bobby" Steven Singer on Dec 11, 2013 0:22:21 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b][/center] “I’ll keep that in mind,” Bobby stated, he was trying to make a conversation, like she was no doubt doing. He didn’t know many people in town, so he had to start somewhere. Bobby wasn’t usually so awkward, so he just waved the situation off, as still being new in town. Whatever the reason was, Bobby had always seemed to find it hard to make friends. That was more Sam’s forte. If it called for him to be chumming, then Bobby was capable. But for the most part most people thought he was a grumpy old man, or a drunk.
“I guess you’re right, what would I know I’m just a grumpy old man.” Bobby didn’t generally like to show humor, however he did need to meet a few people around town. If only so he would be able to assist in cleaning it up, so the attempted joke was more or less to make her feel more comfortable. “Sounds like you could need a drink; maybe we’ll get along fine.” Bobby stated, again trying to say another joke, about how alcohol always managed to cheer even the most depressed person up.
“Bobby Singer,” Bobby stated when she introduced herself as Marina Sinclaire. However he was surprised when Marina giggled at his previous statement, about letting him know once she found out, how to deal with her billboard of trouble. “If I knew, well, I probably wouldn’t find people annoying.” Bobby may be acting friendly now, but he wouldn’t hesitate to slap the young woman around if she began acting silly. “I guess it’s true what they say, about the people around you.” He said knowingly, and why he was so grumpy.
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Post by Marina Anne Sinclaire on Dec 19, 2013 18:29:10 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] The guy was probably a social misfit but he seemed okay. He was probably a genius under the gruff exterior. Some of the inventers of the most amazing things were social outcasts. It gave them a drive few others had. Mari tried to keep this in mind when dealing with others. She felt old as the hills some days and talking to Bobby reminded her of every one of her 351 years.
She chuckled at his joke, “I’m sure there is more to you than meets the eye. I met a guy in the grill the other day that loved old cars. Has this impala that is really nice. I’ve learned there is more than just the surface with most folks.” She said with a grin as she relaxed a bit more, “I find that some of the outsiders like Dean Winchester are pretty okay.” She nodded happily to him. She was clearly moving past any negativity.
“So. Would you like to grab a burger? Consider it a welcome to the town. Dean was so nice to me the other day the least I can do is pay it forward and let you know where the grill is.” Her offer wasn’t flirtatious. She was just trying to be considerate given how things had been going for her. The only one she could change was herself. The rest of the vampires here would eventually figure themselves out or die. It was that simple. Life was too short to be wasting it on trivial stuff.
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Post by Robert "Bobby" Steven Singer on Dec 23, 2013 5:57:44 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b][/center] Bobby didn’t understand why people tried hard in conversations; in his opinion they really were quite easy. They all began with the same introductions, varying in styles. Although beyond that, because of his theory Bobby found it difficult to further any conversations. Every conversation that wasn’t directed toward a case, he was a hunter through and through and anything else Bobby wasn’t able to do. He had to constantly remind himself that he wasn’t the slow one, of course by this; Bobby meant that he rarely did foolish things; he was usually the one to pull somebody from trouble.
Marina hadn’t needed to say Dean’s name. Bobby could count the amount of Impala’s he’s seen on one hand, it was certainly a rare model to see. That probably explained why Dean was so fond of it, besides it being his daddy’s car first, and him being his daddy’s son. “Really, you find Dean of all people, okay?” Bobby said stunned, wondering if Marina was talking about his Dean. “He does have a way with women.” Bobby mumbled beneath his breath, he didn’t think he had mumbled loud enough for her to hear, but then he also didn’t care if she had.
“Well if Dean likes the burgers, they have to be good.” Bobby stated, referring to how Dean seemed to love cheese and bacon a little too much, Bobby had to keep on reminding him that he might have issues when he got older. “Is the place licensed?” Bobby asked about The Mystic Grill serving alcohol, he was certainly aiming to be the town drunk.
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Post by ADMIN ASHLEY on Jan 11, 2014 1:23:48 GMT -6
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