*//QUIET AS A MOUSE, THEY'LL FIND YOU OUT [open]

[SELENE ADELE PARKER]

Being here, alone, in Central Park, with her arms wrapped tightly around her and a pink hue tinting her cheeks due to the cold air, was not what Selene pictured as an ideal walk in the park. The fallen leaves crunched underneath her feet as she walked along the pavement, and people avoided crashing into the currently empty minded girl who was also currently pouring down a heavy current of self-pity upon herself in her mind.
The lovely couples, walking around her, past her, sitting across the grass from her as she walked by them, holding hands and exchanging kisses.
Get a room, she thought, bitterly.
It was a hypocritical thought, seeing as she would be doing the exact same thing right now if she had a boyfriend of her own. Now that was a fantastic idea; getting a boyfriend. It would work out perfectly too if Selene herself didn’t believe that she sometimes had the charm of a pig in a messy barn.
She let her eyes fall to the ground, unable to look at the love coming from the people around her. She just couldn’t bare the loneliness invading her mind, so she would try to ignore it, and focus on the brown leaves she was crushing underneath her feet.
Perhaps, she thought, she would find somebody. Right here, right now, at Central Park. Her blue eyes would be focused on her shuffling feet, her blonde hair falling around her face, and her emotions too depressing for her to pay attention to the moving world around her. Then while she would be caught up in her own sadness, she would crash into someone tall, broad, and dark haired, look up apologetically, the “I’m Sorry” halfway out of her mouth before she realized that it was him.

It would be the man of her dreams, at Central Park.
Her fantasy was at a fault though.
It wasn’t real. Damn it all.

Selene sighed, the realization coming to her, and as she brought her eyes back up, she slammed into what at first felt like a wall, and then a person. Embarrassment turned into hope. Was her fantasy real? Was this going to happen!?
“I’m sorry,” she exclaimed, sounding more hopeful than apologetic. ”I wasn’t watching where I was going, silly me.”

ooc: it's short and shit but i do not even care. i just wanted to post. this thread is open!!!!!!!!

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[corin]

Ava stood swiftly from the foot of a shine nearby the entrance to the grander Kumano; her golden locks glistened in the half-dim light, her hazel eyes roaming the grounds expectantly.

As she unfolded her frame into its full height, she felt the brush of numerous stares against her back. She was tall, yes - and she wasn't even wearing heels. At a naturally "average" height (in the modeling industry, that is) of 5'10", Ava seemed to be a head or more taller than most of the passerbys strolling through the park - she seemed to loom over even the adults.

Sighing, she raked her hand through her hair, her thoughts meandering off of their chosen path. Well, at least she looked good - outfitted in a small, tight black dress - that was at once risque and elegant - with lace for its sleeves, she had a large, navy-blue overcoat on to keep out the cold - and red lipstick painted skillfully across her full lips. Her face is was otherwise free from make-up, and her shoes were simple flats of black and silver.

Grabbing her bag from the ground, she swung it across her shoulder before turning away from the shrine. Streams of Japanese conversation flowed to her ears - she had taken conversational Japanese way back when, but beyond that, she was lost in their difficult language. As it was, she stood out enough without the added fact that she knew a scarce amount of the language - what with her decidedly non-Japanese looks, British accent, and freakish height. In London, these things had made her a part of the flock - a part of the elite. In New York, she had fit in nicely with the models and aspiring actresses. Even though she had somehow always stood out - for one reason or another, for Ava was just the sort of girl to turn heads - she always fit in, as well; she had friends - she had admirers. But here, in Japan, she was vastly different. People did not know what to expect of her.

To make things worse, someone at school had gotten a hold of her most recent movie - showing it excitingly during class. So much for escaping fame, huh? How was she supposed to focus on finding her princess when all she could hear were her classmates, jabbering on and on about how famous she was? Honestly, it was as if ordinary people were even more pretentious and obsessed with fame than those in the acting industry.

She stuffed her frozen hands into the depths of her pockets, feeling the secure weight of the crescent compact within. She didn't have time to be dallying. Furrowing her brow, she opened up her bag. Withdrawing a pack of Marlboro Golds, she fit a cigarette in between her numb fingers, lighting herself up. Puffing out the smoke gratefully, she resumed her walk.

She hadn't gotten any sleep for the past three days. Prowling the streets at night for youma had yet to lose its charm. Ava felt the four souls that she was supposed to find soaring in Tokyo. But when would she find them? She was tired of these games of cat and mice. Evil was stirring; she felt it deep in her heart. If she could not assemble the team soon enough--

Deeply engrossed in her thoughts, Ava had lost track of her feet; quite suddenly, she felt her body collide with another's. Recovering from the collision, cigarette held high up above her head, she looked down. The girl staring up excitedly at Ava seemed to spark a vague sort of recognition in her. Strange. Very, very strange. Did this girl not attend the high school that Ava had enrolled herself in? Perhaps. The school was big, after all - and even though Ava had already been enrolled for two weeks, she had only shown her face five times. She usually came late in the day and left before school ended; no one ever asked why - the teachers knew that she had her reasons.

Ava searched the younger woman's eyes, slightly amused by the deep, earnest expression on her face. She burst out laughing, covering her mouth politely with her hand.

"It's quite alright," She said in English, with an all-too-obvious British accent.

She prodded the girl playfully, two fingers briefly making contact with her forehead. "Next time you should probably watch where you're going, though." Ava smiled easily, though underneath it all, that smile was tight - there were dark forces at play; even she could not predict when they would come out to attack some innocent bystander. For some strange reason, Ava wished desperately with all her being that this petite girl in front of her would never be that innocent bystander - with every fiber of her being, she felt as if she needed to protect this woman to her utmost best.

Recollecting herself, Ava smiled warmly as she put out her hand. "I'm Avalyn. It's a pleasure to meet you. And you are?" She cocked her head in playful mischief.

[SELENE ADELE PARKER]

If there was ever a time that Selene felt disappointed, it was when reality made itself painfully obvious. The dreams of a young girl dragged out and beaten back to insignificance were the words that went through her mind, the natural overdramatic theatrics of it ticking as normally as it always did. Perhaps she should have started listening to her mother after that moment, focusing much more on school work than boys, but one more faulty experience wouldn't get her that down. What type of person gave up on the idea, the very thought of true love!?!?

She finally put the hope maintaining thoughts away and directed her attention to whom she had bumped into. The English accent was a little alarming to somebody who listened to fluent Japanese as often as Selene did, and the laugh directed at her wasn't very settling either. The cigarette in the girl's hand made her crinkle her nose and wave her hand in front of her own face, even though not a wisp of smoke had made its way to her face yet, but if they were being blunt then Selene wouldn't mind too much if the girl was slightly offended. No matter how disgusted she was by the puffs of smoke trailing out the end of the stick thought, a faint prick of recognition made itself known in the back of Selene's mind.

A light warning was offered to her for the next time she decided to be blindly hopeful, and two soft fingers poked her on the forehead with a light smile to accompany it. Selene felt the crimson tint her cheeks, and looked down, giving out a chuckle that accidentally revealed just how uncomfortable she was. "Yeah, you're right. My bad." Looking up again, she examined the girl's face more, digging through her brain for a name, a face, something that would explain the faint recognition.

Avalyn? Nothing about the name made Selene's brain clicked, and it was saddening how long it took her to realize that she needed to offer the courtesy of introducing herself to this stranger as well. "Oh!" she exclaimed, embarrassed once again. "I'm Selene!" The words came out too fast, and once again she let out a bad chuckle. "Erm, yeah. Sorry. I'm out of it today, aren't I?" She brought a hand up to run through her soft, blond hair, an amused look upon her own face. She then let out the question on her mind, hoping she wouldn't sound even dumber than she had so far. "Do I know you, maybe? It's weird, I feel like I've seen your face before, but I'm not very sure..."

ooc: Sorry it's so late. ;w;

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