Re-beginning.

[meigan]

Loryn Del Vera. The new art teacher. It was a shame that the former one had gone off to chase her dream as a DJ. It really didn't pay that much more unless you were really good, which is what she appeared to think she was. Whatever the circumstance, Loryn found herself in Long Beach, California.

Why?

Because her psychologist wanted her out of England. Her former home she was no longer welcome to. After the entire fiasco with Keagan...oh, Keagan. That boy drove her crazy. And all he had to do was return her affection, but no. He ran away, like a coward. Hid behind that...ugh, Becca. Loryn could have killed her had the restraining order kept them separated. But she would get her revenge someday. Her plans were simply...delayed. Her team of psychologists had though that she would benefit from a 'fresh start' in a friendlier atmosphere.

So she would make a fresh start in Long Beach.

The boardwalk was a short walk from her new apartment that overlooked the beach. She'd been lucky to score such a view. The red streaked sky cast a pale glow over the boardwalk and it few inhabitants, and she leaned on the wooden railing, dark eyes cast out at the water. So serene, so peaceful. Perhaps she would make a new start. Or perhaps it was simply a vicious cycle re-beginning...

[valekin]

One psycho attracts another. Valekin's favorite spot was the beach. Not for the sand the surf and the women. But because he viewed the ocean as raw power. Raw violence. Today the beast slept. And he was rather displeased, though.. that wasn't going to depress him. He preferred it when the ocean was violent, today it was calm, as the day was ending.

He preferred the ocean at night, because that's when the violent storms off shore shook it up. Forcing it to show it's true nature. Valekin, was the sort that needed to be 'provoked' into violence. Ok, that's a lie. On some days he didn't even need to be provoked to violence, he was just violent. But that was only some days.

"Power sleeps... today. Как уныло."

How sad....

He walked along the middle of the beach, letting the dying sun hit him from the left. Per usual, he was dressed with the trench coat, even though it was warmer here than his home country. To make up for that, he wore no shirt, which let the whole world bear witness to his scars and tattoos. His hands were in the pockets of his black pants which were tucked neatly into his combat boots. His eyes were nearly hidden by his hair and brow. The hair was a cascade of black so dark it could be blue in some light, and purple in others. The eyes were so blue that they could be purple in some light. [/color]

"Сумерк, что сверхсчетное время дня."

Twilight... what an odd time of day.

[meigan]

"Power sleeps...today. Как уныло. ...Сумерк, что сверхсчетное время дня."

It was as if the wind were talking. Something she understood followed by something she didn't. Her dark gaze drifted from the left to the right, resting on a walking figure. Besides obviously looking different than the rest, his gait was different as well. Interesting. Limbs did not move to approach this figure, lips did not part to speak or to call out. Her gaze simply followed, watching this creature make his way across the beach.

Oh how she'd watch him walk by. Keagan. Countless times, in his careless way, a cocky grin plastered to his face. It would always either make her want to narrow her eyes in anger, or to grin as well. His humor was infectious. But apparently it only belonged to himself. Stupid ass. He never noticed anything. Never watched. Never observed. Whereas Loryn was known for it.

[valekin]

"You watch me so intently.. почему то?"

Why is that?

He had turned away from the boardwalk, and faced the ocean. He watched power incarnate sleep there. He had killed people on this beach. He thought of it sort of like a tribute, rather than serious murder. Though the times that he did kill people on this beach it was out of self defense. The ocean was power incarnate, and completely indestructible. You could poison it, you could fill it, you could do so much to it. But nothing short of complete nuclear war, would destroy it.

"Не много выдерживает ядерную войну."

Not much survives nuclear war....

He smiled at the water that came almost to his feet. First he spoke to her, then he spoke to the ocean. More of a reassuring sort of thing. He was crazy, I'll give you that, and talking to something so metaphysical yet so real, was not something that was crazy. Maybe a tad odd, maybe illogical, but not obvious insanity. Insanity lurked behind his eyes.

[meigan]

Blink. So this one had noticed her gaze. Interesting. But unlike most people caught watching, who would glance away, color rising to their cheeks, and possibly either turn away or spout out some excuse, her gaze remained constant. Her musing expression undisturbed.

"What is that you're speaking?"

Her voice was light, but not airily light. More, musingly light. An english accent often had that effect on a voice. Dark eyes glinted but didn't waver. She didn't care that she had been 'caught' watching the different looking man. Seeing wasn't a crime, and she was sure he got a lot of glances due to his appearance. If anything, he was...interesting.

Keagan had been interesting, but he had also known this more than any of the public he wooed. He knew that too much, and it went to his head. Arrogance, cockiness. He got what he wanted, he never had to chase anything. Loryn had never had it that easy. Long chocolate locks fluttered over her shoulders and down her back in the light breeze and her gaze drifted to the ocean, watching the red disappear from the sky ever so slowly.

[valekin]

"The language of my forefathers. Я двенадцатым."

I am the twelfth.

He took his hands out of his pockets, and sat on the beach, a meter in front of the tide. The water never touched him, it came out, but went back in. As if these puny waves feared him in a way. The power of man, and the power of the ocean. Two totally different things. Both very devastating. 'Twould be her initiative not his, that would bring her down to the beach. He wasn't going to ask her to his position. People that watch other people not-so-discreetly would get that from him.

"Глубокое Вы более обширное и могущественное."

Thou vast and might deep.

"Искусствоо Вы безпощадно разоритель."

Thou art the merciless destroyer.

He reminded the ocean. And it came back to him with a wave, and lapped at his boots on the sand. His claws glistened in the dying light. The night was his time, his power. He was stealthy without it, but he was exponentially more stealthy with it. Darkness robbed people of their eyesight. It is why they fear it.
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[meigan]

"The language of my forefathers.."

Well, if that wasn't cryptic. It sounded, Russian perhaps. Or maybe Czech..did the Czech have their own language? Loryn's knowledge of eastern Asia was a shot in the dark at best, that was why she would be teaching Art and not, say, Geography.

The different boy took his hands from his pockets and walked away to sit on the beach. Like before, her limbs didn't move, and her lips didn't call out. Did he intend for her to follow? Was he testing her interest in him? Silly mouse, hard to get only works once the cat is intrigued, and intrigued was what she wasn't. Interested, yes, he was an odd creature at best, but there was a line to cross and she hadn't crossed it yet.

Inhale, exhale, her right hand came up to cup her cheek, elbow resting on the railing as her gaze moved to the ocean. The night was painting it black, though the white crests of the waves were still visible as she reached the shore. That was how the water always was in England. Cold, dark, unforgiving, even in the daylight. But here the water was bluer than blue. Much like a pair of eyes she used to know. Shame his heart was like that of the water. And hers as well.

Dark eyes glanced back at the forefather-language-speaking man. Perhaps he was waiting for someone? Another foreign beauty? What was a creature as exotic as himself doing in an American city? Musings.

[valekin]

"Are you going to watch me all night?"

He wondered out loud. Loud enough for her to hear him over the waves in his proximity. That was what he wanted to do. Not really make her intrigued. He just didn't like it when people watched him, and he knew it, and they both knew it and no one was conversing. Considering he'd rather talk to the ocean than some people, he'd give it a try if she was interested enough to talk to the person she was obviously watching.

So what, he had claws.

So what, he was interesting looking. Or odd looking, however you want it.

"Because if you do, I'll have to remove you."

[meigan]

"Such negativity."

Her eyes were no longer on him, but on her feet as they sifted through the sand. Barefoot, she liked the feel of the sand between her toes. But she wasn't walking directly toward him, as previously stated, she simply found him interesting compared to the other dime-a-dozen tourists and wanderers around here.

Toes touched the water, making imprints in the wet sand. Bending down, she scooped some into her hand and closed her fist, letting it escape through her fingers. Her eyes weren't on him.

"But you shouldn't flatter yourself to think I'd watch you for more than a few minutes."

[valekin]

"Mere question, mere projected outcome."

He said with a smile. She got on his nerves a little, that wasn't good. To say that he had an ego, was to provoke. Valekin wasn't exactly the type you wanted to provoke. See, he had a track record, the type that wasn't labeled with the word 'points', but rather with the word; 'kills'. His kill count was well into the hundreds, and on it's way to a thousand. Living through a war as a soldier, killing people on sight without provocation. Killing people with provocation. Killing out of a mood, killing for the mere rush of killing.

"Take it as you will, twould be a waste of your good genes to provoke."

He spoke.. in a sort of ancient way. Using twould, rather than it would. His Russian was even more formal. It didn't look formal when he said it, but when translated, it was full of thy's and thous. Not the type of stuff you talked with people normally. He was rather odd. She hadn't really seen much insanity yet....

[meigan]

"I provoke at my own will."

Leaning forward, Loryn rinsed her hand as a wave crashed against the shore, bathing her feet in ocean. It was a calming feeling. She could feel the intensity in his voice. The warning. Was she provoking him? He hadn't even begun to see what she could do. Mostly because she didn't care to. He was actually beginning to disinterest her. She didn't like the touchy sort, at least not right off.

But whatever, since the conversation had been started..

"Do you generally act this way towards people?"

[valekin]

"There's no such thing as normal with me."

It was as simple as that. That was the answer. There were no patterns in how he treated people, he treated everyone differently. And even more different still, due to his moods. Predictable? No, not really. Not with many things. He was predictable only when it came to certain things. But most of his behavior was entirely random. That was how it was with him.

He killed because he wanted to.

He was quiet because he couldn't control himself.

He scared because it was his nature.

He was loud and terrible when he was sad.

He was subtle and methodical when he was angry.

And those could go either way.[/i]