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Post by pandora on Apr 16, 2010 19:21:35 GMT -5
 
The moon hung high in the dark, night sky as Pandora sat up against a gravestone, head tilted back with blue eyes locked on the silvery orb above her while candles flickered all around her. It was her night off, her night to dabble in things that she enjoyed more than dishing out candy and popcorn to annoying, loud little children who were spoiled beyond belief by their idiot parents. The thought of them alone caused her small nose to wrinkle up, a look of utter disgust finding it's way upon her face. She hated her work with a fiery passion, but she needed the money to support her hobby, since her father blew all their income on booze and pay per view movies. A sigh left the pint sized blondes lips as she closed her eyes, black painted fingers finding their way to her neck to brush her fingertips over the silver necklace that hung there, finding comfort in the trinket that she had been given by her dear mother years ago. Immediately, a smile found it's way on her darkened lips, a rare thing. There was no words to express how much she missed her mother. If she had things her way, she would be in Estonia with her, not stuck in London caring for a worthless father that had never done anything to earn her respect.
Pushing the thoughts of her family aside, Pandora opened her eyes, dropping her hand from her necklace to grab her large purse that sat next to her. Opening it up, she snatched out a book, her own copy of Hebron's Almanac. Such a night was going to be used to study up a bit, to get in some practice before heading back home to sneak in through her window as she always did. She pulled her legs up a bit, resting the book on her thighs as she opened up the cover, breathing in deeply for a moment to savor the smell of the old book and its pages. Blue eyes scanned the text, taking in the information that was before her. She had turned to the book many times before, knowing and testing out the majority of the simpler spells that lay inside it. But there were still those complicated spells that taunted the young witch, practically begging her to try them out. For being only seventeen, Pandora had quite a bit of power behind her, having started her interest in the occult at a young age thanks to her mother. She had even reached the point of levitation and elemental control, though she could only do them both for a short amount of time. Still, it was an impressive feat, one that she only wished to advance in so she could really have some power...and get all those gits back at school that taunted her.
Tapping her finger along the page as she read, she smirked a bit at a few of the spells, making a mental note to test them out on the annoying neighbor boy that was constantly asking her to go out on a date with him. Her concentration on the spell book was broken upon hearing footsteps, instantly causing her head to shoot up, eyes glancing in all directions for the cause of the sudden noise.
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Post by JACK WES URKIN on Apr 17, 2010 17:45:48 GMT -5
Jack had been wandering the graveyard tonight in hopes that there would be something darker for him to meddle with. The last time, it had been a group of students with a book that he still carried around with him for safe keeping. Of course, there was the werewolf too, but that was more amusing that anything. The memories flash back to him for a moment as he smirked and shoved his hands into his pockets. The simple black shirt he was wearing tonight was swaying slightly in the wind at the collar where it was unbuttoned.
The moon, full and light in the sky, hung above him like someone watching over his shoulder. His back was to it constantly, but only because he had no interest in staring at the lunar body. Jack was not the type to care about astrology, it seemed like a poor waste of time to him. There were of course things that brought planets into alignment and all that specific mumbo-jumbo bullshit that he had no taste for. There was more than enough dark magic and rituals here on earth and in every dimension of hell that he had no desire or need to look to the sky.
When he saw that light hair of a person behind a tombstone, he cocked his head to the side and stopped moving. Was this person dead? Perhaps a fresh vampire who just pulled themselves free from the ground. His eyes searched for a pile of unearthed soil, but found none and so he dismissed the idea quickly. He had his own reasons for being here, but he also knew that he was just an odd one compared to most. As he approached slowly, he could not help but wonder what he was going to find on the other side of the gravestone.
Jack got right up to the stone casually and then leaned over, his head positioned down to look at the person. It was a woman, he could tell, and she was frantically searching around. Perhaps he had been heard approaching? Maybe she was just paranoid, he had no idea. If it was him that she was looking for, well she was not going to need to look much further.
"Evening, girly." Jack tilted his head to the side, unknowingly making it so that he blocked out the moon light, letting the light cascade around him. It probably would have looked rather neat from below, but he had no knowledge of it. His eyes shifted to the book she was holding. Scanning the page, he recognized the passage immediately. Antiques were one of his side-businesses that he rarely ever got the chance to dabble in, but he had spent many long nights researching Wiccan practice and witchcraft. This was Hebron's Almanac. He even had his own copy back at the villa, but he rarely used these sorts of book. Jack was not the type to use magic and such to get what he wanted.
Tilting his jacket slightly so that he could see the writing on the name of the book, he knew exactly what it was. It was a collection of two volumes of the Writings of Dramius. Volumes eight and nine were the two contained within. While they were not the originals, as they were insanely hard to come by, they were well known for being forbidden within circles of good magic and educated knowledge. That was because in it's pages these volumes contained various spells on summoning abyssal demons, contracting spells and all different sorts of dark magic rituals for the reader to contend with. Jack would have never attempted any of them himself because this was some incredibly powerful work.
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Post by pandora on Apr 19, 2010 17:17:29 GMT -5
Upon her scan of the immediate area, Pandora came up empty handed. At the moment, she couldn't see who or what had caused the footsteps that she heard, but she knew they were close, and had a hunch that they probably weren't from some sweet little old lady just taking a nice stroll through the creepy graveyard. It was definitely much more of a place to find some fresh vampire or demon digging up bones of a child for a ritual. Brushing a few strands of her long, platinum hair from her face, she furrowed her brow a bit, once again giving the area a once over. Just as she was about to tilt her head back down and get back to reading, the sudden voice of a man caused her to whip herself around, eyes glancing quickly up at the figure that loomed over the gravestone that she had been resting against. The man blocked out the moonlight, though the candles she had lit around her gave off enough light for her to make out a face. She could feel her fingertips prickling with electricity, her first reaction being one of wanting to send a few bolts into the man's chest for sneaking up on her like that. The urge was held back as she curled her fingers into her palm, keeping the power inside for now. "Can I help you?" She questioned quietly, face blank of any emotion as she blinked up at him, scooting slowly away from the gravestone.
She shut the book as she moved, somewhat hoping that he hadn't seen what she had been reading, especially if he was just another human that didn't know anything about the arts and probably thought she was just some weirdo. Tugging her bag onto her arm, she pushed the book into it, blowing out a few candles soon after, eyes still locked on the stranger. "It's not very polite to sneak up on people like that...Never know what they'll do," she mumbled quietly, pushing herself up from the ground with little effort. Her nose wrinkled up as she spotted dirt on her legs, quickly reaching down to brush her knees free of the brown mess. Once free of the dirt, she straightened up again, only standing just over five feet. "I could have been some creep murderer," she added quickly, placing her hands on her hip as she spoke, popping them out to one side with her words. He looks like a creep murderer though, she thought to herself, tilting her head a bit as she eyed the man who interrupted her nightly studies. She rose a brow a bit as the man seemed to be peering at something inside his jacket, and she couldn't help but to purse her lips a bit. Perhaps it was a knife? A gun? Some other small object to end a life with? The thoughts continued, waiting for the man to say something, or yank something out of his jacket. Of course, if she knew he had such a rare book in his possession, she'd probably be bribing him to get her hands on such an important and powerful item. Least I'll be able to fry his ass if he pulls anything...
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Post by JACK WES URKIN on Apr 19, 2010 17:36:38 GMT -5
Jack looked down at the girl and tilted his head to the side. She was definitely a witch. The candles and the book were tells of the practice. He may have not been very good at witchcraft, but he her certainly knew it when he saw it, or at least the knowledge of. Being an Art and Antiques dealer afforded him a variety of knowledge on all things older than a century or so. That meant books, writing, weapons and even ordinary things like lamps and tables, though the latter were definitely not as interesting as the former.
A smile formed on his lips when she asked if she could help him. Of course it was a sarcastic and condescending tone, but it amused him none the less. The thought of what he could do to this girl in just a few seconds. Most people underestimated him because he looked human for all intents and purposes. The fact that he was incredibly fast evaded them until they blinked and he was not in front of them anymore, but instead behind them with a knife to their back. Oh, humans were definitely silly.
"I imagine you could." Jack smirked and shrugged his shoulders. "Then again, it's not very polite to sit in a cemetery casting spells." he tilted his head to the side, "But we also have to keep in mind that you probably know what you're doing with that book, or at least I'd like to give you some credit from your confidence. Otherwise you're a bumbling idiot that probably shouldn't have it." He explained. Watching her as she got herself up off the ground, he laughed when she said she could have been a creep murderer or something.
"Or you could be a witch. That makes a lot more sense." Jack gave her a smug grin. One of the things that Jack had going for him was the human appearance. So many times he had gotten the jump on people because they use their eyes and nothing else. To most people, seeing is believing. For Jack, he knew better. The voice at the back of his head chimed in.
"Jackie-boy, be very, very careful. This one is different. She is no fool. You know this, you can see it. Look at the way she moves. The book she had. She's not an amateur, at least. Be mindful or you might lose a limb." He heard it laugh at the end in his mind and took a deep breath. Sometimes that thing could be damn creepy and foreboding.
"So what is it," Jack paused, "That a young witch like yourself is doing out in the middle of graveyard this time of night? Maybe you're one of those girls that enjoys the darkness, the moonlight. Maybe you have an obsession with vampires, or demons. Might even be trying to become one.." He parted his lips for a moment and then smiled.
"So tell me, girly, what is it you think you can do?" Jack narrowed his eyes on her and ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. No doubt she was already planning to attack him in some way. In his experiences, witches were crazy. The last one he encountered had attempted to throw him through a building with magical force. He wondered if this girl was no different and if he would have to fight back. She seemed different, though, and the voice declared so too. He would have to think things through as fast as possible to get to some kind of game plan. What would she do?
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