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Post by Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker on Sept 13, 2012 10:45:01 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Okay, so she had lied when leaving this morning. She really did need to go to the grocery store but she wanted to do a few other things as well. The grocery store would only take her a half an hour or forty five minutes tops so she figured going to the Quarry she found earlier in the week and doing something to get her emotions out would be a better way to spend her morning than a bookstore or something along those lines. Seeing Max again and meeting Zan had caused her nerves to bunch up in a way that she knew would be really unhealthy if she didn’t get her emotions out.
Having left in the clothes that she was wearing earlier she ran to the local Mall and grabbed some workout clothes, changing in one of the bathrooms and stuffing her other clothes into her large messenger bag. She didn’t want Max to know that she hadn’t simply gone to the grocery store and figured that she would change back into her other clothing once she was done letting off a serious amount of steam. She needed this, needed to get her feelings out before she either blew something up on accident or green energy started spiking on her skin…neither would be the first time but still, not something she wanted to do in front of anyone.
Looking down at herself she definitely felt extremely under dressed. She had even taken her engagement rings off and placed them in her bag, not wanting anything to happen to them. Really she looked just fine, like someone who would be heading to the gym, but Liz had never been one to dress to 'over the top'. Even though over the years she had gotten a bit more into fashion as she had to keep up with the times and what to wear for her age, she still felt mildly exposed. Her black yoga pants from Abercrombie and Finch were simple black with the logo on the side, though they were tightly fitted. Her black tank top that she had already been wearing showed off her red sports bra in a way that made her feel uncomfortable but it was the only one she could find.
Pulling into the quarry she quickly parked her car to where no one could see it, parking it under the brush of a tree that was overhanging. She didn’t want anyone to get suspicious on why she was here. The sun had already started setting but it was still day light outside so she had to be careful. Once she was sure that no one who wasn’t really looking could see her car she headed to the quarry itself, loving the fact that she was alone for the first time in days. She loved Max, Zan, Michael and Maria…but it had been a trying few days and she desperately needed time to let down. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and sent a blast towards a huge boulder, blowing it up like it was nothing. There was construction going on at the highway right behind the quarry so she knew that no one would be able to tell the difference in sounds, but she still had to be careful.
Word Count:: 572
Tag:: Rupert Giles!!
Outfit:: Click here for Liz’s Oufit!
Note:: Sorry this took me a few days to start…my internet hates me.
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Post by rupertgiles on Sept 14, 2012 22:51:12 GMT -6
An older Englishman on a nature walk seemed rather clichéd. In fact, all he needed was some Charles Dickens in his hand and a cup of tea in the other and Rupert Giles would be the epitome of an English gentleman’s stereotype. But today was a cooler day and after he had visited the Mystic Falls library for the umpteenth time trying to find facts on vampires, he had decided to clear his head and take a walk around town, letting his mind wander. Giles had a lot to think on, after all. Other than his research, trying to catalogue the many new species that had emerged, he had recently learned that five of his pupils had been murdered, that his surrogate daughter had kept this from him and then his lover who had been dead for over five years had come back to him. What exactly was he to do? All of this had so many fluxing emotions surrounding it, and yet Giles felt obligated to remain impartial, to be the stable father figure he had always strived to be. Too many people depended on him to be exactly that. But was Buffy once again slipping? She had let her personal life, or rather had let Angel back into her life, knowing the risks and causing disastrous results. It wasn’t something Giles could ignore, and yet he wished that he could. He had tried for so long to regard his Slayer as an adult rather than as his child, but it seemed as if Giles needed to assert his authority as the leader of the Watcher’s Council. He just had to think of what exactly he was going to say and how to go on. And of course, Jenny was a whole other matter. It seemed as if some kind of romance was struck between them, but years had passed. Giles was certainly not the same man anymore and though Jenny appeared to know what had happened while she was on the other side, the fact remained that he had changed and made poor decisions and even killed. Oh, yes. And Ethan Rayne might still be skulking around somewhere. All the ingredients were laid out for one giant watcher’s headache. Lost in thought, Giles didn’t even recognize that he had walked clear of town and once the bubble of thought had been popped, he found himself at a gorge of some kind. Part of him wanted to turn back, but he spied a small lake at the end of the quarry. With a few moments more of deliberation, the watcher decided that a nice afternoon scribbling theories in his notebook would be better outside on a balmy day like this rather than being locked up in his study once again. He searched for a gentle slope to head down into the quarry, and once down amongst the rocks, traveled towards the water. He had only been down in the quarry for a few moments when something that could be likened to cannon fire ripped through the air. His analytical mind soon took over the shock, and Giles knew it couldn’t have been a digging crew, since he had not seen any equipment from the precipice. Now a bit intrigued, the watcher followed the sound towards its point of origin, and was surprised to see a young woman, dressed as if she was going to yoga. From what he could tell, she was the most likely source of the explosion. Perhaps she was a witch or a psychic. Then again, practicing in seclusion like this most likely meant she wanted some privacy. But still, Giles was curious as to how she was causing the explosions, since he saw no tomes or items for a spell near her. He would stay at a distance and observe for a while. +++ TAGS: Liz WORD COUNT: 638 NOTES: No worries there :3 |
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Post by Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker on Sept 15, 2012 23:46:47 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -As she worked out her frustrations her mind wandered to everything she had done over the past however many years it had been. Everything had started on that fateful September day when she had been shot below in the Crashdown. She would be lying if she said that she had never thought about how much simpler things would have been for all of her friends if Max Evans hadn’t healed her that day. Sure they would have mourned for her but they would have eventually been able to get on with their lives. She knew that for a fact as that’s what they had all had to do after Alex had been murdered.
After Max had healed her things had simply spiraled out of control, seemingly one thing right after another. From Agent Topolsky and Sheriff Valenti, to Tess and Nasedo, to Future Max and her pretending to sleep with Kyle, to Tess killing Alex, to Max getting Tess pregnant, to the hybrids having to go back to their planet, to learning about Tess’ betrayal, to the hybrids not going back to Antar, to the group having to run away after Graduation because of the FBI to seeing one another again for the first time in five years…it was enough to make anyone’s head spin.
She could feel the green energy flooding her senses and as she looked down she noted that it was jumping across her skin. Great, just what she needed. She had known that it was inevitable but she had really hoped to figure out a way to control the energy. It wasn’t that it hurt because it didn’t, not unless she was completely out of control which thankfully was not the case at the moment…however that didn’t mean that it was a pleasant feeling. It wasn’t just the feeling of it though, it was the knowledge that if anyone saw her it would negate anything she could say…because no one who was ‘normal’ had green energy flowing through their arms.
Knowing she had to get rid of some of the energy she quickly blasted two more boulders, one bigger than the other. Feeling the need for a break from blasting things she sat down where she had stood, seeing a small circle of dead grass. Placing her hand over it she quickly manipulated the molecules in order to make the grass match the rest of the grown grass around her. She then did the same thing only this time caused a few flowers to pop up, laughing at the random colors that she had essentially made. She wasn’t quite as skilled as Isabel was in this department, but she had definitely gotten the hang of this better than some of her other skills.
Word Count:: 488
Tag:: Rupert Giles!!
Outfit:: Click here for Liz’s Oufit!
Note:: Short yes, but I figured Giles could see a couple of her other powers before they started talking.
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Post by rupertgiles on Sept 18, 2012 2:02:57 GMT -6
 By staying at an appropriate distance, it appeared that the young woman hadn’t seen him watching her. Well, that’s what Giles was bred to do, he supposed. He tried to record every movement she made in his head, condense it into a pattern or something, any piece of information that he could cross-reference with some long lost piece of data in his head. But the watcher was coming up with nothing as of yet. Even thumbing through the red notebook that seemed to never leave his side nowadays proved fruitless. He needed more information to make a clearer decision, and yet he had nothing. So he continued to observe. And when green energy began to spark across her arms, the closest thing he could compare that to was when Giles himself was used as a vessel for the Bath coven’s magic in order to stop Willow. So, did this prove that she was a witch, or connected to magic somehow? It was the most likely answer that came to mind, but it wasn’t enough. There had to be more evidence that he could glean from her condition or her appearance. But what he saw merely confused him more. The sudden explosion of two more boulders, without any incantation at all, it either meant that she was a very accomplished witch, or perhaps something like a half-demon. And when she moved to sit near a patch of dead grass, and with a wave of her hand, brought it back to life, Giles knew it to be magic that would rival Willow’s. And yet Giles didn’t recognize her. The watcher had taken great pains to know many of the influential witches and warlocks in the community, to have them as allies, or if not, to make sure none of them were abusing their powers or the power of a magical relic. And yet, how did he not know about a witch so powerful? The Englishman knew he had to introduce himself somehow, but there was no conceivable way to simply stroll up to her and ask to shake her hand. As he pondered what to do, another small tremor, although this one was from quite a distance, travelled through the quarry. Giles supposed it was from the construction he had seen along the highway, and he was going to pay it no mind when a large amount of dust and tiny pieces of rubble rained down from the quarry wall Giles was hiding near. Immediately the watcher jumped back, though the silt was flying everywhere and seemed to hone on to him, covering his tan corduroy jacket with a layer of gray. Not to mention that it was attempting to burrow into his eyes, his nostrils, and his mouth, causing him to sputter and blink, and finally, give one loud sneeze that echoed through the ravine. When the echo had faded, the watcher could feel his heartbeat flare up, knowing that the young woman must have heard such a thing. With only a few seconds of deliberation, Giles knew he had to own up to being there, and he stepped from his secluded corner to be in full sight of the apparent witch ”Ah… this is a tad embarrassing,” Giles wrung his hands, unsure if his presence would be taken lightly or as a ghastly intrusion. But he had to be a gentleman, had to make the proper decisions, despite what their consequences were, even if most of his torso and head was covered in dust, ”I-I certainly didn’t mean to interrupt you.”+++ TAGS: Liz WORD COUNT: 591 NOTES: Lol, He'll need to clean his glasses for two reasons. |
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Post by Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker on Sept 19, 2012 15:30:58 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She looked at the hole she had created in the quarry and knew that she needed to put it back to the way that it was before. She could see the almost cave that she had created and at any other time she would marvel at it because it would be a great hiding spot. That sounded odd coming from someone like her being that she was the classic goody two shoes, or at least that's what she looked like, but unfortunately within the past five years it has become necessary to look for any way to hide oneself should she be found.
Unfortunately she clearly wasn't as good at hiding as she thought she was as out of nowhere she heard what sounded like a sneeze. She froze. Her body went on lockdown, something that she had thought she had trained herself not to do. She had talked to Michael one of the few times they had communicated while being apart from the group and he had told her that she needed to get over her ways and learn how to deal with bad things if they should come after her. She had thought she learned that by now but the way that her entire body froze she had a feeling she wasn't quite as successful as she might have believed.
This wasn't good.
She walked closer to where she heard the noise and saw an older gentleman coming towards her, seemingly realizing that his intrusion had been noticed and was wringing his hands. She heard him sort of apologize about interrupting her but she simply looked at him, trying to figure out if he was from the FBI's Special Unit (that had been reformed after they had made it out of Roswell all those years ago) or if he was simply a passerby. Either way she was in danger and she knew that...she knew she would have to alert the others to split up again, and for a moment her heart ached tremendously at the thought of losing Max again...and Zan for the first time.
“Who are you?” She asked him, her hands clenched at her side, the green energy spiking along her skin but she knew there was no way to hide it now, so she didn’t bother trying to cover up with the jacket that she had sitting on the ground. She probably should have in case he had a camera or something, and with that thought she immediately did, gripping the jacket tightly and zipping it over her skin, hiding the green energy that she could still feel trailing up and down her arms. “Why were you watching me?”
Word Count:: 497
Tag:: Rupert Giles!!
Outfit:: Click here for Liz’s Oufit!
Note:: Another short one, sorry love! Job interviews are killing my spirit! Add to that the fact that I only have another couple of months until I graduate and start my next degree program, I’m a bit blah atm. Lol. <3
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Post by rupertgiles on Sept 23, 2012 22:45:21 GMT -6
The clatter he had made had evidently roused the young woman from her practice, considering she met Giles around halfway. And she was not pleased at all by this interruption. Although she looked rather ordinary and a very comely young lady, her eyes just seemed like someone who had been persecuted, and she looked at the watcher with a deal of great mistrust and doubt that he had not quite prepared for. Not to mention that what he believed to be her magic was making patterns along her arms. Perhaps a hasty retreat might have been better than sticking around and raising the ire of what Giles was considering could be a very unstable and very powerful witch. Perhaps she had been ostracized for her magic, and now was reluctant and refused to trust anyone who saw her using it. It was a more common situation than one would think. Well, despite her origins and what she was doing out here all alone, he had to handle this delicately. As she demanded to know who the watcher was and why he had been observing her training, Giles first noted that she hastily covered the magic sparking across her, a sign that was more welcome than one might think. Had she had been a witch merely out to gain power, she would flaunt the energy surrounding her rather than try to be secretive about it. Still slightly embarrassed, Giles stopped to create a respectful distance between the two of them and spoke, ”My name is Rupert Giles. I’m a researcher of supernatural creatures and phenomenon. I was going to continue organizing a few of my notes in the fresh air when I came upon you.” That was the truth after all, though the depths of his research were probably far beyond what the young woman would think possible. Or perhaps not, it all depended on how much she had been allowed into the paranormal world. ”I’m quite impressed, actually. I actually only know very few others with your amount of talent. Your powers have quite a bit of potential,”He spoke with an even tone, though he truly didn’t know if he would leave unscathed. But she did deserve the praise. Giles himself had dabbled in magic at her age, and did know what an excellent spell caster looked like. However, he didn’t think flattery alone would make the girl trust him. He had to keep talking, prove that he had no ill intentions for her, ”But you seem to lack some control over them. It’s not something to be afraid of. With the proper guidance, I would say you could possibly have abilities beyond any usual scope. Have you considered joining a coven?”+++ TAGS: Liz WORD COUNT: 452 NOTES: Soo short... But that's okay. I think it'll get longer... maybe? |
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Post by Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker on Sept 27, 2012 14:22:00 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing that he was a researcher did her absolutely nothing except freak her out even more. Did he work with the FBI and was currently trying to find other supernatural beings? She didn’t know any other than her and her friends, the hybrids that they had already known about, but still, did that mean there were others out there? Oh god, was she going to cause her friends to get captured? She wanted to send a text message to Michael and Max, telling them to get out fast, to take Zan and run, but she couldn’t. She didn’t want to freak them out if nothing was wrong, though she was extremely uneasy about this whole situation.
How could she have been so stupid to have practiced out in the open? Granted there was no place else she could really practice but at least had she waited until dark she could have run by now. Unfortunately no, she had to take the not so intelligent route (something that was rare for the normal scientific thinker) and practice her powers, in the middle of the day, where anyone could happen upon her. Granted she hadn’t expected for anyone to see her in the old quarry that she was at, but she knew that they could and that was the mistake on her part.
She heard his words and she furrowed her brows. "You know others?" She asked him, that bit of information interesting her. Was it possible that he really could know other hybrids like them? Did he know Ava? Rath? Lonnie? God she hoped that Rath and Lonnie were nowhere near there, she didn't want to get into another battle with them. Not that she had been involved the first time since her powers hadn't surfaced back then, but she didn't want to start that now. She knew that Michael and Max were stronger now than they had been back then, but that didn't mean that Lonnie and Rath still wouldn't be tough to beat. "How did you meet others?" She asked him curiously, not moving from where she stood. "We thought...I thought I was the only one." She told him, knowing that he would have caught on to the 'we' but hoping he would ignore it.
She heard the compliment but it didn't mean anything to her. She had never been one to take compliments very well, just ask Max. He used to call her beautiful and such all the time and she had just shrugged them off, asking him to stop. She had never known how to take compliments and that was still the case today.
Hearing the statement about joining a coven she couldn't help it...she burst into laughter. It took her a couple moments to pull herself together but at least she had a smile on her face. "A coven? You think I'm a witch?" She asked him, giggling again. "Listen, I'm a scientist and I've never seen anything that shows that there are witches out there. I'm definitely not a witch...I'm just a person who has a bit more than the usual human powers." She told him honestly, remembering Nasedo telling the hybrids (though god knows if that was true with Nasedo) that they were simply humans that were pushed forward hundreds of thousands of years and basically could do anything that the human brain could handle.
Word Count:: 605
Tag:: Rupert Giles!!
Outfit:: Click here for Liz’s Oufit!
Note:: No worries on length. I don’t mind a bit shorter of posts. Long posts, short posts, they are all good, as long as they are good posts which these are 
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Post by rupertgiles on Oct 4, 2012 2:22:53 GMT -6
Perhaps the truth hadn’t been such a good idea. While in Giles’ mind, the term researcher had been relatively harmless, much less intimidating than the terms ‘Watcher’ or ‘Head of a secret organization’, the young lady before him seemed to become even more tense and aggravated. Perhaps he should have simply turned around and ignored the young lady displaying her powers. He certainly wouldn’t have been left wondering if she would turn those powers on him. If one blast could decimate a rock, what would it do to his head? He felt a cold mass form in his stomach, but did his best to hide his discomfort. After all, the woman in question seemed as if she could be reasoned with, considering he had not been attacked as of yet. But still, Giles cautioned himself. Her knitted brows could lead to other, more severe outcomes if he pushed her too hard. The watcher immediately picked up on the fact that she was being vague, perhaps to test if he really was an insider of the supernatural, or perhaps she was simply used to living in secrecy, hiding her powers from the world. That was fine, he could certainly craft his words to match hers, just edging on what he could mean, perhaps giving her more of a sense of security. He gave a quick nod to answer if he knew others, ”Several. I worked for a rather esteemed group in Bath for a while. You are far from being the only one.” And though her verbal mix up did give him insight that she was not alone in her immediate life, Giles respected her correction and played along. He would only bring up her slip if he was forced to. For the time being, it was much more important to gain as much of her trust as he could. Giles wasn’t rewarded with too much of her good faith however, no matter what kind of gentle flattery he said. It wasn’t until he broke his covert speech and brought up a coven that Giles was given something other than a doubtful glare. Though the young lady’s hysterical giggles were not too much more reassuring. ”Miss…” The watcher attempted to drag her back into the conversation with a soft request for her to stop, but it wasn’t to be. To her incredulous stare and question, though it was most likely rhetorical, the watcher pulled a face as if he had just sipped sour milk, gave a quick swallow and said, ”Erm… Y-yes?”And as she continued on, Giles felt both a bit relieved and slightly confused. Her powers certainly had an element to them which convinced the watcher that they were grounded in magic, and yet, the girl denied magic’s existence. But she was a bit more relaxed, even if she was describing herself more as a mutant or human variant than a witch. Still, something nagged at him. To call such powers, which some witches could never accomplish, a step above ‘human’ was a bit boggling to Giles. So, instead of a curt and polite goodbye, the watcher dared to speak more, not in a defensive way, more like as if they were going to play chess and have a nice pot of Chai, ”Is it so impossible for what you call a natural power to be classified as magic? I understand your hesitance to believe such things exist without evidence, but magic and science are not as opposed as one might think. If we compare the two, your powers and spells, and analyze their properties, a witch may yet be a suitable mentor for you, if you had an interest in such things.” Giles paused, knowing that his words alone would not convince the young woman of anything. Really, the watcher knew he should leave, but his earnest desire to help the young lady and his curiosity about her powers was stronger than anything else at this point, ”Magic or not, powers left unchecked can eventually become a grave danger. Actually, they usually do.” The watcher hoped that his point was clear—not that he was discouraging the use her powers, simply trying to persuade her to receive counseling. +++ TAGS: Liz WORD COUNT: 699 NOTES: Well, this one is longer :3 |
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Post by Elizabeth 'Liz' Claudia Parker on Oct 22, 2012 16:38:13 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Hearing that he knew others made her tense up even more, though she prayed that it wasn’t obvious. She had gotten so good at hiding in the shadows these days as it was just something she had to live with, that she hadn’t mastered how to keep things from people when they asked questions about something that was true. Sure she knew how to hide her true self and answer questions about her alias and her life that she had essentially made up…but when it came to the truth she was horrible at hiding it. It was strange but true.
She had learned really quickly how to hide things back in Roswell after Max Evans had saved her life when she had been sixteen. She had learned what it meant to be in love with an alien-hybrid…she had learned what it meant to have to fight to protect them. However she had never truly known what it was like to be one of them until only a few short months before they had all fled. She had never really gotten to learn how to use the powers that she now possessed while having someone to talk to, so she would admit that learning from someone who knew what she was would be beneficial, but she couldn’t trust anyone. She had seen what the FBI had done to Max in the white room during one of their flashes, and she knew that she wouldn’t be as strong as he was.
The fact that he had come out of the white room as unscathed as he did was honestly a miracle, but she knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn’t be the same way. She would either die in there or go completely insane, either way she couldn’t stand the chance of being taken…so over the years she had learned to protect herself as best as she could by staying out of the spotlight and living as far into the shadows as she could possibly handle.
“Claudia.” She introduced herself, knowing that there was no way she was giving her real name. Claudia Smith was her alias, something that she had used for the last few months ever since she got accepted as the biology teacher at Mystic Falls High School. She used the last name Smith because there were so many around the world that it would be impossible to track down just one family of Smiths, however she wouldn’t give that last name out either as long as she could help it…she was nothing if not practical.
“Magic is one thing, powers are another. I’m not a witch.” She told him honestly. “I am definitely something else.” She admitted, though wasn’t sure why. For some reason her mind was telling her to run, yet her heart and body were telling her that he was trust worthy…something that she didn’t understand and was still questioning, yet for some reason she couldn’t fathom she felt like she could trust him, at least a tiny bit. She wouldn’t tell him what she was, that was simply not going to happen, but she wasn’t going to allow him to think that she was a witch either. The last thing she needed was a bunch of villagers with knives and pitchforks running around on a witch hunt.
“Powers can be dangerous, I know. Trust me I’ve seen them used in the foulest of ways.” She stated simply, remembering Alex’s death once she learned the truth of it. She refused to go down that road and figured she had been on the defensive long enough, wanting more information about him she looked him straight in the eye. “So what types of things do you research exactly?” She asked, praying it would be enough to take the spotlight off of her and put it on to him. Besides, even though she had never fulfilled her dream of being the Head of Microbiology at Harvard, she was still deep down a scientist.
Unfortunately before she could get an answer she felt her phone vibrate...she looked down at it and saw that it was a text message from Maria with 911 behind it...which meant something was going down. "I'm sorry but I have to go." She told him, walking over cautiously and handing him her card. Her cell phone was a pre-paid untraceable cell phone so if anything happened there was no way he could harm her through it. "Call me and we'll talk again." She stated before picking up her stuff and heading to her car.
Word Count:: 780
Tag:: Rupert Giles!!
Outfit:: Click here for Liz’s Oufit!
Note:: Wanted to not let this go inactive so reposted, ended, and completed.
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Post by ADMIN ASHLEY on Oct 22, 2012 23:14:56 GMT -6
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