**Sorry, puppy eyes don't work on me. I don't know how your character's mind works. Why don't you just post up to the part where he meets her and then have me take over? Would that be easier for you?**
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
I was feeling nervous now. I couldn't think of anything to say, I wasn't used to making plans with girls. Apart from Laina, and well... she was just Lainy really. Specifically, I wasn't used going to the cinema with a girl who just last night had been out on the streets with me fighting evil super villains with our powers. It wasn't a normal situation. I guessed that she was feeling nervous too, well at least I hoped so.
"Yeah, that's fine, that's fine. If you have work though... Don't feel you have to come... Not that I don't want you to, but don't think you have to come because we have to be friends or anything, because I know about you... your identity..."
I grinned, hopefully that was a sign that she was nervous - not trying to back out of the whole thing.
"No, it's closing early today. I'm only in for an hour and a half now. So, I'll finish up then, go home and get my stuff and swing by your house? I doubt you'll want to hang around with me in a corner shop until I'm finished. Probably not the most scintillating company for you..." I trailed off. Damn! Why was I so nervous? I don't get nervous. Not ever. Cara looked a little awkward, I guess I did too. I cleared my throat. "Look, if you regret asking me or whatever, please tell me now. It's probably better now than when I arrive at your front door, right?"
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
OK I will do that, but Mark mainly speaks formally and spends his time insulting people.
I decided to go have a look at the museum beforehand so I could execute the plan as efficiently as possible, as I walked out the door to my house I turned right and walked into someone. "Sorry!" I heard their voice. I wasn't in the mood to reply so I walked past her and ignored her. "Hey, It's rude to ignore people like that!" "I don't care" I replied with out breaking my stride, I wanted to get to the museum before it got too busy. I felt her grab my jumper and I stopped and looked round at her. "Let go of me." I said while giving her my most cutting stare. At first she looked a little startled but she calmed quickly and opened her mouth to reply.
I hope this will do...
"Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler" -Einstien
"Look, if you regret asking me or whatever, please tell me now. It's probably better now than when I arrive at your front door, right?"
So Java was as nervous as Cara was. That realisation only seemed to make things worse.
"No, I don't regret it!" Cara realised she was speaking pretty loudly and glanced around, hoping there were no customers listening. "No, it's not that. I just... I just..." She went bright red then, redder than she would have thought possible. Java didn't say anything.
She thought about it for a millisecond before she did it. Everything was messed up enough. Why not? When she leant in, he didn't recoil, but then, he probably didn't know what was coming. It was over so quickly, and she ran out of the store, yelling over her shoulder, "Pick me up at 12!"
Where had it come from? She wasn't that type of girl. That had been the Cara before Rose. That Cara might have kissed Java even earlier, as soon as she'd walked in. Death would never have kissed him at all, but Cara...
Who am I?
((Yeah, I think this is clear enough. Whatever you want Java's reaction to be, I don't mind. Be interesting to write with a rejection or a relationship. ^^))
Kara looked back into the teen's glittering black eyes cooly, but she felt her bravery slipping away very quickly. Her shoulder let out an unpleasant throb. "You shouldn't be so rude. You'll get people mad at you."
"Again, I don't care. Now let go of me." Kara swallowed and released him. Her shoulder throbbed again, stronger this time. She winced and clutched the bandages on her shoulder. They weren't visible from under her shirt.
**Bonnie, I'll let you continue now.**
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
The girl stood wincing while clutching her arm, I don't know why but I felt a minuscule bit of guilt at that moment. I sighed and was annoyed by myself. "Come on, I have some paracetamol in my house I will give you one. If you are idiotic enough to go running around with a shoulder that hurts from holding some ones shoulder then I suppose you have guts if not brains," The girl looked confused, for some reason I felt the need to come up with an excuse for going back into the house apart from helping her. "Follow me, I needed to pick up my buss pass anyway." I fished for the keys in my pockets while scowling to myself, I opened my door and quickly strode to the kitchen and got the tablets and a glass of water, when I turned around to give them to her she was looking at the news paper I was looking at earlier, and I groaned inside because I knew she would notice the red circle around the article about the museum. I glared at her, "Give me that now, does your seemingly inferior brain not understand that its rude to pick things up in other peoples houses, especially if that person has went through the trouble of helping you." She looked at me and replied, "I never asked you to help me. It's just that I never thought that someone like you would like this kind of stuff." I yet again felt the small twinge of guilt and on impulse I asked, "Are you planning on doing anything now, because I was just going to head over to the museum..." I trailed off realising what I was saying, "It doesn't matter, anyway idiots like you don't like boring places like museums anyway." I set the medicine and water down in front of her and waited for her to finnish so I could clear up and go to scope out the museums security, etc.
*I didn't now what else to do...*
"Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler" -Einstien
Nick woke up with a wince. His shoulder and his leg were both throbbing painfully from the night before. A slight smile crossed his face as he remembered he needed to call Mel.
He limped over to his closet and checked the wounds before taking a few aspirin. Then he reached for his phone and dialed in a number.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mrs. Littlegrove, is Mel there?"
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
Kara was becoming annoyed with this guy. She swallowed the medicine with a gulp of water. Then she drained the glass. "Actually no, I wasn't planning on doing anything. But I understand if you don't want me to come. You obviously don't want company." Her words were coming out in a tone that she hadn't used before. "Thank you for the medicine." She began walking towards the door.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
It wasn't that I didn't want any company, I was just annoyed with the fact that I actually wanted to, I don't know, get to know her? Pushing back my almost over powering ego and annoyance with pure will power I choked, "wait..." She turned to look at me and smiled, understanding that I really, really didn't want to have to apologise, I opened my mouth to say something, anything but before I could, "I get it," she said, "We got off to a bad start, my names Kara," I shut my mouth and remained silent, I had never understood the reasoning behind exchanging names, I would probably never see this girl again after today so what was the point? "This is the part when you reply with your own name..." she continued after the awkward silence that strangely bothered me. "Mark" I muttered. "Great!" she said contentedly, "and now you offer to pay all my expenses to and from the museum!" I glared at her, loosing the battle with my irritation. "Don't push it," I spat out while heading for the door, "Are you coming?" "Sure," she replied and then smiled, "but I was being serious about the whole you paying thing, I never brought any money out with me!" I groaned. Why had I decided to help this annoying girl?
"Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler" -Einstien
I was practically bouncing on the balls of my feet, waiting for my boss to get in here and let me go. It was already eleven forty. Finally, ten minutes later he rolled up at the door; strolling in like he didn't have a care in the world. He grinned when he saw my fustrated face. "Sorry I'm a bit late letting you off. Major traffic about a mile away. Geez, why're you in such a hurry?" I said nothing, just tore off my staff apron and threw it at him. "If you must know, I'm going to be late. So, if it's OK with you I'll just take my pay and leave." He winked at me and walked over to the till, mumbling something about hot dates and kids these days. I rolled my eyes, took the notes his gave to me and ran out the door.
I ran home and changed my top - I didn't think that a Joe's Corner Shop shirt was exactly appropriate for a date. I froze for a second. Date? Is that what I wanted? Wierdly, I didn'd have to think for long before I realized that my answer was yes. And that shocked me. Another thought came into my mind. Even if I did "like" Cara. Even if I did want something to happen. Who was to say that she would? After all, she was Death. I shook my head and ran out the front door, I didn't want to be late.
...
It had taken me a few minutes to realise that I didn't know which house was Cara's. I knew the street but all the buildings looked the same to me. But now, after asking a man who looked like he lived here, I was standing in front of her door. And so I knocked.
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
The knocking on the door echoed through the house, and Cara ran down the stairs, beating her mother to the door.
"It's for me!" she said, answering her mother's question before she could ask - you don't usually answer the door at all, dear. "I'm just going to the cinema."
"Just to the cinema?" Her eyes looked Cara up and down; she was wearing eyeshadow for the first time in months, and she'd taken off the shades to reveal the scar near her eye. Hopefully it wouldn't be too noticeable. She wore one of her old tops, long-sleeved as always, with a miniskirt and fishnet tights, over another pair of skin-coloured ones to hide her bruises. For once, she'd worn boots and not the trainers or converses she'd usually shuffle around in. Everything was a bit small for her, and probably long out of fashion, but what did it matter? Maybe it wouldn't be quite so obvious that she was trying to impress Java. After all, he didn't see her out of school, for the most part.
Cara opened the door and almost sighed with relief when she saw that Java had changed his top; she wasn't the only one making an effort, then.
"What are we going to see, then? Or have you still not decided?" Cara cut in before Java could mention her outfit. "I don't mind, like I said. Let's decide when we get there. It's down the road. I suppose we can walk."
She set off at a fast pace, waiting for Java to follow her, as she always did as Death. This time, though, he caught up beside her, and they walked like that until the cinema came into view.
**Guys, I've become really used to writing in 1st person, so I'm changing PoVs. Sorry if this confuses anyone.**
My mood swings were doing weird things. They were happening so quickly that I couldn't make head nor tail of what I was feeling or thinking. I did my best to keep quiet. The last thing I wanted was for Mark to think that I was insane.
We headed outside, in the direction of the museum. I desperately wanted to fill the silence, but if I talked I'd trip over my own tongue. Moods were never meant to go this fast.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
**Urm, I'm same as Gspp. I had a try at third person but it's not my thing.**
Java
Wow. Cara looked...different. But then again, I was only used to seeing her at school or when we were superheroes. And it wouldn't really do if we walked into the cinema in our costumes! I took a sideways glance at her just at the same time she did. Cara blushed and looked away, I chuckled and did the same. The cinema was just coming into view at the end of the street, it was busy. Very busy. I groaned. "Looks like pretty much the whole school has decided to camp out here. I guess that means there is something on." She grimaced. "Yes, but I wonder if anything good is on." I laughed again and started to lead the way through the throng, without thinking I reached behind and grabbed her hand - it was a habit in big crowds. Then I suddenly realised that it was Cara's hand I was holding, not my sister's or Laina. As soon as we reached the preview screens I dropped it and shoved my hand in my pocket. Clearing my throat I looked up at the screen. "Right then, what d'you think?"
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
