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Post by Isabella Anne Matthews on Jun 22, 2013 18:07:13 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -It was strange to look around and see her room finally finished. She had decided on a spur of the moment that she was going to change her room around and make it more adult like. So gone were the pinks and in their place was blacks and whites for a more neutral yet classy look. Her bookshelves were slate black that matched her bed frame and her television stand which housed more series of dvds than it did movies but it worked out well for her. She had never been a movie person only because she tended to not get into it until the very end and then she felt lost when the movie was over.
Opening her closet she pulled out a small black dress that was a bit odd but she loved it. The top portion (basically where her bra would hit) was a brownish blackish leather and underneath was a simple black stretch cotton. Sounded weird but looked amazing against her pale skin and blonde hair. Pairing it with a pair of skinny jeans and a pair of black ballet flats that she could walk in. She wasn't planning on being in the woods long so she didn't want to dress in normal workout clothing, just in long enough to get the lay of the land so to speak.
Putting on two rings, a heart necklace, a United Kingdom sparkly bracelet that she always wore and a pair of Ray-Ban aviators and she was ready to go.
Walking out her door she jumped on her 2008 Suzuki GSXR 1300 that was custom painted a purple chrome with silver tribal all over and headed towards the outskirts of the woods. Once there she parked her bike, leaving her helmet on the handlebar and headed into the woods, jogging down a straight path before veering off a bit into the woods. The trees were green, the sun was shining but with a nice breeze.
In her opinion it was the perfect day.
She could sense something within her calling out to run as fast as she could but she ignored it, knowing that it was the wolf inside her wanting to be free. She didn’t know how to control her wolf side, though she had heard it was possible it wasn’t something she had ever really thought about for the sheer fact of she hadn’t ever known another werewolf well enough to ask. She had met a few along the way but had never gotten to be friends with them as she didn’t agree with their ideology of how they lived their lives.
Running had always been a stress relief for her but for now, she wasn’t stressed, she was simply running to run. One of her favorite things to do. She made her way through the quarry, running around it, pacing herself, trying to keep her mind blank and focus herself on the woods rather than her own thoughts.
Word Count:: 462
Tag:: Open
Outfit:: Click here for Izzy's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Izzy's Bike
Note:: None!
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Post by ~Chelcie Brooke Ryans on Jun 25, 2013 11:24:19 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b]  -----------------------[/b] Chelcie was riding her superbike; Ducati 848EVO 2013 she didn’t have any classes at the university in Richmond, so why shouldn’t she take her wheels for a spin. She despised riding in any sort of car; they just felt so closed and made her feel trapped with four walls around her, at least with a motorcycle they felt freeing almost as if you could float among the clouds they went so fast. Like in this instance Chelcie was sure she was way above the speed limit, she just liked to go fast and bitumen was her one true home. Whenever she was on her shining red bike, all her troubles seemed so far; the vampire who had killed her family seemed so far because when the wind was running through her hair; she didn’t care about anything.
Richmond was the first town that she had stayed in for an extended period of time, she was planning on staying for a good while because if the meeting with Dean Winchester was anything to go by; she still had a way to go before she was a capable hunter. Having the man save her was just embarrassing; and made her look like some helpless damsel, Chelcie hated that she had to be saved by him; even though if he hadn’t the vampire would have sooner or later overpower her completely. The embarrassment with having been saved by some was; cringe worthy—utterly embarrassing and made her look like some incompetent princess, which was probably how he thought of her now, she would never be able to live it down.
Slowing her bike to a stop near the side of the curb, Chelcie saw what she knew was a 2008 Suzuki GXSR 1300 Hayabusa; it was purple with silver tribal patterns. It was one sweet bike, she paid no attention to cars—cars were boring and lame; but bikes were different, and Chelcie sat there on her own for a good while admiring the beauty of the Hayabusa. Before kicking the bike stand out and deciding to explore the woods; see if she couldn’t find the owner.
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Post by Isabella Anne Matthews on Jun 27, 2013 18:25:16 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Stopping where she was she quickly dug out her iPod which was located in her back pocket. Her iPod was simple, one of those little shuffles as she used it simply in the car and to work out so she didn’t need one of the fancy iPod Touches like a lot of others had. She didn’t feel the need to spend a ridiculous amount of money on something that was simply to have the ‘next greatest thing’ rather than use something that had never failed her since she had bought it over two years before hand. She loved her little blue iPod and it served its purpose well.
Playing the Wicked Soundtrack was always the way she ran, something that everyone made fun of her about. She wasn’t sure why she was so completely obsessed with this particular musical but she just couldn’t get over it. Maybe it was because the characters truly called to her. She usually sided with the good guys in plays, musicals, books, television shows, anything really…yet in the musical Wicked she completely agreed with the ‘Wicked Witch of the West’ which always struck her as odd. She had only seen the musical performed once live but she loved listening to the musical.
Not really paying attention to where she was going she simply ran, letting herself get lost in the different tracks that she had on shuffle.
So nothing bad… I hope you’re right… nothing all that bad.
Her eyes were concentrated on the leaves in front of her, the different trees swaying in the breeze as she felt the same breeze rush around her face and hair. She had her hair down, her curls hanging around her face though luckily they weren’t too messed up. Well, they were messed up in her standards yet most girls would be jealous about how she could run and not get really gross like some would get. She simply chalked it up to being a perk of being a werewolf and not having to worry about getting out of breath while running.
As she ran she felt the wolf inside her howling, not really understanding why though. She was running, just like it liked her to. So why the wolf wanting her to do something other than run she didn’t really understand. She stopped for a moment, trying to take deep breaths as she felt the wolf almost crawling to be let out.
Finally she couldn’t take it anymore so she took a deep breath as she stopped, walking slowly trying to cool down in order to make her way back to her bike.
Word Count:: 458
Tag:: Chelcie Ryans
Outfit:: Click here for Izzy's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Izzy's Bike
Note:: None!
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Post by ~Chelcie Brooke Ryans on Jul 3, 2013 1:02:24 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] Walking through the woods the leaves crunched under foot; and the occasional bird sung its little song. The plan for today had just been to go riding, long and fast however after seeing that beautiful purple machine up ahead, Chelcie couldn’t resist walking deep in the woods to meet its owner. Why not anyway it wasn’t like she knew a whole lot of people since moving here, and between studying and working she barely ever saw her roommate any more, Christian was a sweet kid and one hell of a worker, like she was but lately they’ve both been swamped with university, and Chelcie still hasn’t heard any word of that vampire bastard who took her family away from her. So yes she might as well use the distraction of company, and not think about the vampire for the day; or any supernatural being she was hell bent on destroying.
Taking out her phone from her jacket pocket, she flipped through the device searching for any new messages, either from Dean—who she still couldn’t believe was in her phone, and was slightly gushing over that, for any new needs on some evil creature. Something that Chelcie was very certain there was an abounded in this small town, surely all of the towns people could be so stupid for everything to go unnoticed, Chelcie had to wonder how they could believe the disappearances could be believed as some animal attack, animal attacks that happened far too often, how could people be so naive. This was what Chelcie were because how else could she explain how there was so much evil, in such a small town, surely if the people knew, they would do something about it, right?
It was a long shot but Chelcie also searched her phone, for any messages that Harper had left her though finding nothing from him to. I hope he’s doing alright it’s been awhile. She wondered continuing on her path, since she last heard from her adoptive father it has been a good few months, and while that may not be surprising if you knew the man, how could you not worry about somebody after such a while ago.
That was when Chelcie heard leaves crunching up ahead, as she and this mysterious person got ever so closer to one another. She didn’t think—or know why anyone else would be out here, so thought it safe to assume they were the owner of the purple beast, even still it never hurt to be a little cautious, if anything in the world they lived everybody should be. “Anyone there!” Chelcie called out keeping her tone neutral even.
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Post by Isabella Anne Matthews on Jul 12, 2013 15:41:34 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Hearing someone calling out she turned her head, eyes widening when she saw a young girl that she had never seen before. Not that she knew a lot of people in town as she had only been in Mystic Falls for a little under a year however that didn’t mean that she didn’t know who was around. She always kept to herself so not many people were in her inner circle of friends however she did know who people were and this was a girl that she had never seen before. “Uh…Hi.” She stated, her voice merely a whisper though it was clear enough to hear.
Here she stood in a dress, jeans, and flats and she was running. She was absolutely positive that she looked like a grade A lunatic. What normal girl went running in fairly nice clothing? Not many she knew that for a fact. She knew that most girls dressed cute while working out but that usually consisted of a sports bra, a pair of yoga pants or a pair of shorts and some running shoes, she doubted that most girls dressed like they were going on a date to work out. Then again Isabella was a weird one according to her family members.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to frighten you.” She stated softly, her eyes falling to the ground before she made a conscious effort to look up instead of looking down. Isabella had changed a lot since her brother, Masen, had went missing. She used to be loud and in your face, however since her protector and best friend had gone MIA seven years ago she had fallen into herself so to speak. Where once was a young vibrant girl who was always the center of attention was now a soft spoken young woman who really did not want to be in charge of anything.
“I’m Izzy by the way.” She introduced, refusing to run and hide like she normally would in this situation. She needed to learn how to stand on her own two feet instead of always wanting someone else to take care of her. Masen had shown her that she would always have someone there as a protector however that was clearly not going to happen anymore. “Hopefully I’m not in your way or anything.” She continued on before realizing she was rambling and immediately forced herself to shut up, not wanting to make herself anymore idiot than she already did.
Word Count:: 449
Tag:: Chelcie Ryans
Outfit:: Click here for Izzy's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Izzy's Bike
Note:: Sorry this took so long. I’ve been busy and then had a hard time figuring out what to have Izzy say.
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Post by ~Chelcie Brooke Ryans on Jul 17, 2013 11:39:39 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b]  -----------------------[/b] The girl’s voice was quiet Chelcie probably shouldn’t have expected anything else, she probably seemed like some crazed chick, talking to a total stranger in the woods, which now that Chelcie had thought about it; was sounding stalkerish murderer material. She wasn’t a shy girl, and she could usually join into any conversation, at least at the university she could, and with what she did for; well out of the kindness of her own heart, because she sure wasn’t getting paid for her job. Chelcie liked to speak to most people in any one town; this made things a whole lot easier if she needed information, also it never hurt to make friends; especially when there was the potential for being blamed, because of all the weird. “Hey” Chelcie said with a slight nod, when she could finally see who the probable owner of the big purple toy.
Looking at the brunette’s outfit, Chelcie just assumed that she had just been for a hike—walk. The girl was wearing heels so hiking didn’t seem likely, in fact anything much more than a walk didn’t seem likely either, wearing a dress; and a decent looking one at that. Chelcie rarely wore dresses, she couldn’t stand the things but she still could appreciate them, and it certainly was an odd combination; being out in the woods wearing heels and a dress. She obviously mustn’t be too worried about tearing it; Chelcie was already starting to like her, without even having a single conversation, although Chelcie knew next to nothing about the common things associated with girls.
It soon was becoming obvious that she might be the louder of the two, hearing the girl apologized for Frightening Chelcie; as she looked to the ground. Chelcie wasn’t frightened though that wouldn’t entirely be a false statement, she was definitely unsure of whom to expect, “no prob, everybody needs to be frightened sometime.” Chelcie in her careless way waved the girl’s apology off, however she could always do with being fearless, because it was a given that in her line of unpaid work; that fear could kill. Chelcie at times could be very loud; and quite in your face this was only emphasized around dudes, and other dudettes, at times and this went for mainly big girl toys but, Chelcie had a habit of becoming too excited. At the same time she also knew how to rein it in, for quieter people like her current roommate.
“I’m Chelcie; though maybe just call me, uhm, whatever the female Maverick would be. I like to keep going fast.” She said introducing herself, in her own very trademark way with aid of an old 80s action film. She was determined to get the girl speaking about her wheels, Chelcie would even settle for chasing her down, of which she hoped she would, at times even she thought that she enjoyed going too fast, a little too often; she certainly paid no heed to the speed limit, or local authorities. “Oh no, no if anything I purposely got in your way. I just had to meet of the owner of the purple beast; that makes mine look like its hot younger sister. Seriously--total motogasm happening here.” Chelcie in a burst stated, before realizing how loud she had spoken, attempting to withdraw some excitement.
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Post by Isabella Anne Matthews on Jul 19, 2013 15:00:08 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She was relieved when the other girl finally said something instead of allowing her to continue to ramble. She hated the way that she was now, really and truly hated it. She used to be a lively girl and now she was a shy, timid woman. Weren’t girls supposed to grow up and into their self confidence more? Apparently that wasn’t the way that it worked for her. Well, that wasn’t the best way of putting it. It wasn’t that she wasn’t confident in herself because for the most part she was. She knew she was smart, she knew that she could do a lot of things that others couldn’t…but at the same time she was also self conscious.
She laughed a small laugh when the other girl made a comment about everyone getting scared sometimes. “Though I do think that some people get scared more than others and some could use a good healthy dose of fear…” She stated before biting her lip, refusing to say anymore. She wasn’t usually the type to give out her opinions to someone she had just met. She was often more outgoing with those that she knew well and that was something that she missed being in this town. Even though she had been here for a year she hadn’t really developed any friendships other than a few kids she went to school with. Even those kids though she wasn’t close with which meant she pretty much stayed clamed up all the time.
She smiled softly and gave an awkward wave. Being a girl it was awkward to shake someone's hand but since she didn't know this girl clearly a hug would not be something that was not welcome, not that Izzy would ever initiate something like that with someone she knew well, let alone someone that she didn't know, but still. So an awkward wave was all she could give with a what she hoped was a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you Chelcie." She said softly. It was clear just from the few words that Chelcie had spoken that she was much louder and much more confident than Izzy was, and the brunette admired that about the blonde. Izzy often wondered if she had grown up normal instead of a werewolf if she would have been more outgoing and surer of herself but it did no good to question the past so she tried not to wonder as often as she did.
She giggled at the outgoing way that Chelcie spoke about her bike and for once since meeting the other girl Izzy’s voice became animated. “Thanks, she’s definitely my pride and joy. I named her Zoey back in the day, to which I have no idea why I named her that but you know, you always know what your bike’s name is going to be.” She stated with a laugh. “I hate most cars that I could afford, only ones I like were way out of my price range so a motorcycle seemed to be the best idea.” She stated with a laugh. She took a glance at Chelcie’s bike for the first time since she had met her and grinned. “The red definitely suits your personality though.” She told her with a giggle.
Word Count:: 566
Tag:: Chelcie Ryans
Outfit:: Click here for Izzy's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Izzy's Bike
Note:: <3 <3 <3
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Post by ~Chelcie Brooke Ryans on Jul 23, 2013 13:55:29 GMT -6
----------------------- [/b] -----------------------[/b] “Of course if I recall I think that’s what it means to be human?” Chelcie said in a light-heartedly way pretending to sound deep and meaningful; when in reality she was far from a deep and meaningful type of person. Anybody who told that they didn’t get scared, were either A—lying through their teeth, or B—were something of the unnatural kind. Chelcie didn’t mind being scared, she actually preferred being frightened; keeping her on her toes and ready for anything that she had to be, she was a hunter so being ready all the time, was necessary to stay alive this was one of the first things Harper had taught her. “Just like you, you look like somebody who would be fearless.” Chelcie stated knowing that Isabella would surely see through the statement, Chelcie could see that she was shy to meet people; she hoped it would put Isabella to ease though.
She gave a small wave when the girl awkwardly waved to her; it was a small motion on Chelcie’s part, not an overly big wave but more just putting her hand up. She wasn’t sure how shy Isabella was, and if she was timid so she decided not to make any big gestures such as a hand shake, although after seeing the Hayabusa she was riding, that was going to be difficult; Chelcie had just about been cheating on her own Ducati with her eyes. “Are you new in town?” The young hunter said, she hasn’t seen Isabella around Richmond or Mystic Falls, so she just assumed that she was although, Isabella did seem pretty shy her roommate, Christian was also shy so the girl probably preferred being alone by herself.
Chelcie grinned hearing Isabella lighten up for the first time, well she assumed that the girl was managing to relax, but the laughter could have just been directed at her motogasm statement; which was no joke. Some guys—all guys like staring at attractive women; because that was in their male genes, it was the same way with her; just looking at beautiful bikes, though she did quite like looking at somebody handsome too.”Zoey, cute name, she could have been a previous girlfriend?” Chelcie said, with a shrug and a wink, she had asked the question honestly and now was regretting how it must have sounded, the question Chelcie was now wondering if it had sounded too serious. This was just her way of trying to get Isabella to relax, by using that she didn’t know why she had named her bike Zoey, “yeah I totally agree, though I find four wheels boring. There’s no excitement there, rather than on a bike you have the wind blowing through your hair.”
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Post by Isabella Anne Matthews on Jul 27, 2013 11:00:44 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She chuckled and shook her head, feeling comfortable with Chelcie and at the same time knowing that comfort was something that was rare. “I’m definitely not fearless.” She told her with a sad smile. “I used to be though.” She continued. “I remember when I was a kid I used to think nothing could hurt me. There was nothing that went bump in the night, no monsters to try and steal little kids. Even if there were I knew I would be okay because I knew how to take care of myself. I learned later how wrong I was…and that’s when the once fearless Belle, turned into the fearful Izzy.” She informed before blushing, realizing she was rambling.
She shook her head at the question, grateful that she didn’t mention the fact that the normally shy Isabella was now turning into a giant rambler. “No, I’ve been here for about a year or so. I just tend to keep to myself since it’s just easier that way. I don’t know where I’m going to go to college and I would hate the settle here and then leave for school. It’s easier to just stay out of the way rather than trying to be involved in everything and then leaving two years later.” She stated with a shrug before motioning towards Chelcie. “What about you? How long have you lived in town?” She asked, not having seen her before but again, that usually didn’t matter. Granted then again Isabella was someone who tended to know everyone even if they didn’t know her. It was the predator in her, one that she tried to keep tamed down at all times. She often knew things that other people wouldn’t want her to know. Enhanced senses (hearing and smelling especially) was something that went along with being a werewolf…and sometimes it was a blessing but mostly it was a curse.
She blushed and laughed at the comment about Zoey’s name but didn’t say anything more on the subject, instead focusing on the four wheels statement. “I tend to get claustrophobic if I’m in a car too long. I just much prefer the wind through my hair and being out in the open rather than enclosed. I swear from the day I turned sixteen my parents and I any time we went on road trips we had to take a car and then we had to hitch a trailer to the back and bring my motorcycle so that when I started to get a little antsy my parents could let me ride for a few hours before getting back in the car. They used to be really annoyed until finally they just dealt with it.” She stated before feeling a buzzing at her pocket and realizing she had to get to work.
“Hey, listen, it was nice meeting you but I have to get going. I have to work tonight unfortunately.” She stated with a laugh. “I work at the Mystic Falls library, come see me sometime.” She told her with a wave before jumping on her motorcycle, revving it up for Chelcie’s enjoyment as she slid her helmet on and then sped away, hoping she made it to work on time.
Word Count:: 572
Tag:: Chelcie Ryans
Outfit:: Click here for Izzy's Outfit
Motorcycle:: Click here for Izzy's Bike
Note:: I went ahead and ended this since we were both having trouble with it. Lol. <3
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Post by ADMIN ASHLEY on Jul 28, 2013 23:02:23 GMT -6
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