A new face in the crowd

[annette]

Coming from the heart of Canada, this was a brand new experience for Annette. She had never been to London before, hell she never even been in Europe, as she only merely travelled her own backyard, and all over the U.S.A. Although Texas was her favorite place to go, she thought London would be a new different experience. The sounds of cars passing her by, made Annette slightly nervous, as she kept looking over her shoulders ever few hundred feet, as if to make sure no one was looking to run on the side of the bridge to run her over with their vehicle.

Her stone blue eyes awkwardly looked ahead of herself, as she hated crossing bridges to begin with, new here in the massive city, she knew no one, and was alone. Why did she leave home for? Perhaps it was just for a taste of something new, in hopes her luck may change, or even to meet the love of her life? Annette likes to think that she had given up all hopes for finding true love, but in reality, her mind tells her that she should just keep looking. That would only end up with more heartache and turmoil, but Annette was used to all that anyway.

Her feet carried her onto the bridge, halfway across it, and then over to the other side. She studied the scenery, as she had never made it this far before yet here in London as it was only her third day here. She was staying at a nice hotel closeby, and was secretivly looking at properties within the city, because she had fallen in love with London, and didn't want to go back home to lousy Canada; where all her torment survived, her tainted memories, and sorrows thrived.

The 5 foot 1 27 year old woman looked around before retiring across the street to go shopping. She had been dying to get to see some of the shops, as she was far too occupied in looking to buy a home in London, despite that she had a return ticket back to Canada. She was going to rip it up though, and begin her life all over again. New found memories, new people, a whole new life!

[cross]

the kids were at school and it wasn’t absolutely pouring rain as he expected it would every day in london. since he lived in the city now, and not in a probably-four-hundred-year-old castle on top of a mountain in the woods a hundred miles from anything else, he really had no excuse to continue being a crazy recluse. [[sorry that rhymed. it was an accident.]] for that reason the werewolf shut-in ventured from his abode and into the city, not entirely sure what he was out to get. perhaps he could find some place that would have materials he could use in his lab, or hopefully a place that had some poker or blackjack, as he hadn’t played since moving out of the family evil lair and was debatably going through withdrawal.

really, though, as long as he got to spend some money, it would all be okay.

not too long after he left the house with adequate greens to waste, cross found himself near the millennium bridge, peeking into different stores here and there. he hadn’t stepped inside one to explore yet, but some had caught his interest and he would likely revisit them once he had seen all there was to see for a block or two.

upon looking up and down the sidewalk a couple of times, the werewolf noticed an auburn-haired woman scrutinizing the shops as he was. he figured it couldn’t hurt to talk to one of the locals, as he probably needed to make some acquaintances or even friends, in order to avoid calling himself to unnecessary attention for being the creepy antisocial hermit. he casually began walking in the other figure’s direction, glad he had decided to tone down the evil today. he was wearing slacks, loafers, a button-up, and a vest; nothing too wicked looking, except maybe the turned up collar that reached almost up to his mouth. still, he would feel strange being completely approachable and set a subtle but strange smile upon his face as he neared the woman.

when he stopped a few paces away from her, his eyes wandered to where she had been looking in the store window and he offered a little too casually, “good morning.”

[annette]

Annette allowed the rain lightly patters upon her cranium, as she peered through the windows walking slowly; window shopping per se. Her thoughts where muddled contemplating if she should go into one of the shops, to buy something, however; the prices for some of the things where an arm a leg, and half your ass for it. Annette merely smiled to herself as she spotted a pretty blue dress with frills at the bottom of the skirt, it almost looked of royalty, and she was looking forward to visiting Buckingham Palace while she was here. If she got there; as she wanted to meet the queen, as she adored her her entire existance.

A male's voice startled her, and Annette almost jumped through her flesh as she was caught in deep thoughts. He was a tall attractive looking fellow, and the collar that was almost to his mouth almost made her burst out in laughter. Annette offered a shy smile insitead after he greeted her ''good morning''.

Good morning to you too sir..

Her voice was friendly, as she looked him square in the face, her hands neatly folded past her waist as she studied him carefully. He was not creepy in her eyes, but something about this gent, made her blush, or perhaps shyly giggle once again.

Are you a resident here?

her question must have sounded stupid beyond reason, but she was new here and also was looking to make a few friends, or at least meet a few new people, to create new memories.

I mean, I'm new here. I'm from Canada...

She giggled shyly, as she turned cheek and looked back into the shop, to study her pretty blue dress in the window.

ooc: no worries rhymed is good :-P

[cross]

considering this woman’s mostly unfazed reaction to him, cross assumed even the low levels of evil air weren’t affecting her. maybe that could only work when he felt secure, and being new in such a large city was hardly enough to comfort him.

however, he could conclude from the lady’s shy gray-blue eyes that she did not feel much more protected than he did.

a quiet chuckle escaped the man’s chest at his acquaintance’s inquiry. out of all the people he had chosen to walk up to, she had to be probably the only other person who was new to london.

“actually,” he laughed gently, continuing to browse the shop through the window, “i was hoping you were.”

not too soon after he shut his mouth did the light rain finally force his hair down into his face. slicking a hand through it to push it back again, cross made his way towards the entrance of the shop. his observation skills were superb and he was fairly certain that this woman was interested in that lacy blue dress not too far inside the store. even if she couldn’t help him become acquainted with london, he wasn’t going to be rude and leave after he initiated conversation, because even a man hailing from a long lineage of villains could have manners. besides, that dress was probably oodles of money, and cross had to waste his somewhere.

“would you like to come in out of the rain?” the man asked, holding the door open wide enough for his potential new ladyfriend to make her way into the structure. with an inviting smile, he added, “my name is cross.”

[annette]

A smile swept across Annette's face as she watched Cross slick back his hair from the rain rolling down his face. She stared at him as he answered her question.

Actually, I was hoping you were..

A short smile gave way upon her features, as she watched him carefully, as she turned to fully face him. He seemed like a polite gent despite his dark aura about him, but Annette knew waht hell was all about, as she lived hell back in Canada. Hell was her middle name in fact, and it was all that she knew. She never knew polite men as most were vulgar toward her, and she learned to fight back with taking classes at a local Martial Arts Mojo. She knew many people who were all bark and no bite, and Annette was determined to show them that she was all bite and no bark. Not a proud person, but more so a weary carefree lady, she was trying to have a fresh brand new start here in London to escape the pain she had lived back in Canada.

Hell indeed was her entire surroundings; abuse, neglect, emotional trauma, suicide, murder, and rape. She was aboused in every way as a child, she witnessed her best friend being murdered, and lost her lover to suicide two days after her 23rd birthday.
She dare not drown her sorrows here in london, but infact try to put the darkside to rest for once. So Cross wasn't all that intimidating to her at all; not one bit.

would you like to come in out of the rain?”

She nodded as she seemed lost for words as her dark thoughts plagued the walls of her rotting mind. She suddenly found the words to speak as he opened the door for her, and as she was halfway past him, she spoke.

Thank you

He introduced himself as ''Cross''. An unusual name, but it seemed to fit her perfectly, and who was she to judge, since her nick name happened to be ''Blaqwynter''. (Due to most tragic event occuring in the dead of winter)

She wasn't sure about giving her real name or her nick name, perhaps Cross was a nick name, so she introduced herself as Blaqwynter.

Nice to meet you...Cross

She paused as she turned to face him upon entry of the store. The store had a faint wonderful scent to it, almost like sandlwood. Annette took in a deep breath and inhaled the sweet scent, and offered another smile as she allowed Cross inside.

My name is Blaqwynter...

She decided to use her nick name, for now..