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Post by Sophia Anderson on Mar 18, 2012 12:31:03 GMT -5
SOPHIA ANDERSON
WASHINGTON DC
STREETS Sophia was enjoying a quiet afternoon out. Summer was vast approaching, you could tell by the warmth in the air and how several days had passed with no rain to speak of. Sophia loved the warm weather, but faced with the decision over that and rain she'd have chosen a downpour. She absolutely loved storms, she wasn't sure why but she just seemed to enjoy how the rain sounded. Of course, being without sight meant that she couldn't view rain or sunshine but she could still enjoy it. She was wearing a long orange skirt, white tank and an open 3/4 length denim jacket. On her feet she wore sandles, which were covered slightly by the length of the skirt. She often steered away from heels if she could, because even now after all of these years she still found them confusing. You see, being blind, you had to consider your surroundings more and by not being on level ground she could mishap and her other senses could become flawed. For instance, she could often tell when a vehicle was approaching because the way the ground felt..however, in heels this would be hard to determine and sure sound was a dead give away but with those new cars that ran on battery often made very little to no noise at all. Sophia relied on her surroundings and her stick. She knew that the stick in hand was a sight for sore eyes, funny because when people saw the stick they seemed to avoid her as if it was somehow plagued. She found that others handled her blindness far worse then she did and she got it everywhere. People would avoid her in the street, when it came to paying for things with her card people would often shy away from asking her to put her pin in and even trips out shopping were difficult..for others, not for her. You see, Sophie had embraced her 'disability' if anything she classed it as anything but a disability. She was blind, but she wouldn't be labelled incapable. She was very much capable of doing anything she wanted, as much as sighted people could and hell, even if she knew she couldn't she'd still give it a damn good go. The brunette made her way quietly down the street, enjoying the sounds she was met with. She had her hand bag over her left shoulder, her stick in her right which lightly tapped along the paving in front of her. She used the stick to guide her and make her aware of level differences, such as meeting a curbside or steps of some kind. She came to a level crossing, being aware by the sound and the change in sound where the stick met the dried paint out front. Sophie stopped. She could hear people around her, left and right and some behind whilst the vehicles whizzed in front of her. She brushed her hair from her face, dark long wavy locks and slightly adjusted the shades on her face to fit more comfortably. Remaining in her spot, she waited for the light to indicate. She couldn't see it, but again relied on sound around her to inform her. With the stick out in front, she stood firmly waiting. The lights changed, but Sophie didn't move. Something was coming. Sadly, the guy beside her hadn't realised and turned to step out. He'd been talking on his phone, clearly not paying attention and thus was about to step out in front of a truck. Sophie heard it coming, he could have seen it coming had he not been engrossed by his phone call. With one swift movement, Sophie flicked her stick out catching the man in the knees, alerting him with just enough time for him to narrowly avoid the truck that came whizzing passed him. Sophie smirked slightly to herself, before stepping out with everyone else and began to cross the road. Who said that being blind was a hindrance? for Sophie is was anything but. WORD COUNT: 700 MOOD: yaaaaay COMMENTS: sofa post! OUTFIT: Here also says in the post yo... |
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Post by Nick Kramer on Mar 19, 2012 22:38:09 GMT -5
  "For My Next Trick I'll Need A Volunteer."Nick Kramer
A cool evening breeze settled over the mountains. Nick Kramer sat on the hood of his car and watched the horizon. The young man eyed his rifle for a moment. It lay across the hood of his car. Nick remained mostly motionless as the still cool air sifted through the air and wrapped itself around his skin. He smoked a cigarette as he sat there. It helped cool his nerves. The young man focused on the woods below. The forest below him held a monster... A monster he was intent on finding. Nick was more determined than he'd ever been in quite some time. Sure, it was a little obsessive... But, Nick never did mind that word to be completely honest. He had a mission and Nick was going to be damned if he didn't get what he wanted. He was watching, waiting for a sign for anything.
The young man ignored the emergence of the morning's sun at the crest of the horizon out in front of him. Nick kept his attention focused on the wooded forest below. He'd been there all night. Hardly moving a muscle. The full moon was just about setting in the sky. The sun was emerging... That only meant one thing on a day like today. It'd be weak... It'd be vulnerable. Nick didn't pay attention to the fact that he had no idea if the monster was in the forest today... Hope kept him going. Determination kept him moving forward. Nick wasn't going to give up. Sam and Cooper didn't know where he was... Or at least, Nick didn't think they knew. He hoped they didn't. They wouldn't have been happy. Nick needed this though.
Nick's attention snapped to the forest below. A tree rustled. Nick leaned forward and eyed the woods below him. He wasn't sure what it was. Without any hesitation, Nick grabbed his rifle and readily pressed it against his shoulder. The young man peered into the scope and looked into the forest. Nick's crosshairs scanned the wooded area... His finger rested on the trigger and waited. Nick was ready... Just as he was sure the monster was about to appear out of the woods... Nick was sorely mistaken. A hawk emerged gracefully out of a tree and soared into the sky above the forest. It wasn't the monster at all... Nick breathed in deeply for a moment. The cigarette he held between his lips flared in the cool air. An ember broke off and floated lightly through the air. Nick exhaled slowly as the smoke drifted into the space in front of him and began to float away. Just like Natalie the smoke was gone.
Over the next few days Nick felt gripped by thoughts of the monster. The young man had heard sightings. He'd heard people speak about something in the woods. Nick didn't know if it was the right monster... Or if it really just was an angry animal. Regardless, Nick didn't get a lot of sleep... The young man felt as though he was getting nowhere. Nick was at a dead end. He didn't have any more leads and he was grasping at straws and trying to hold onto one last solid idea... Nick didn't have anything to go on and was starting to lose hope... That is until Nick heard Jessica mention her. As Jess so eloquently put it... There was a woman who worked with the police. A psycho two-bit hack who claimed to be psychic. Jess didn't seem to like her... But his sister did insiste that she had a good track record. It might've seemed like a long shot... But there was something about this mystery psychic that seemed to tickle Nick's curiosity.
It was a warm sunny day when Nick found himself on the street, watching a woman named Sofia Anderson. He hadn't expected her to be blind... That'd thrown him for a bit of a little loop. Nick pressed the cigarette in his mouth against his lips before blowing smoke out of the corned of his mouth. Nick eyed the woman as she crossed the street with expert grace and ease. Nick raised an eyebrow for a moment as he watched her maneuver her way through the crowds. There was something special about this one. Nick eyed her once more as he leaned against his vehicle. The young man was wearing a grey tee a pair of jeans and thick boots. As he stood there thinking, Nick stood up straight and began to walk towards Sofia. As he grew closer, Nick "accidentally" bumped into the young woman sending some of her things flying. "Oh shit" Nick looked around frantically for a moment as he bent down and began to scoop up her things. "I'm so sorry... I wasn't paying attention, I guess..." As he picked up some of her belongings, Nick smiled slightly. Sofia, the young psychic was going to help him... It was just a matter of convincing her to do so at this point...
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Post by Sophia Anderson on Mar 20, 2012 4:46:25 GMT -5
SOPHIA ANDERSON
WASHINGTON DC
STREETS For the most part, she kept herself to herself and her attention on location. Sophie was blind, yes, but this didn't mean she couldn't see. She had an ability to read auras, so naturally she could detect and view those around her by reading their auras. This didn't mean she could actually see, she couldn't see make out facial features to perfect details but basic outlines of those around her. She was able to pick out the good, the bad and the naive by aura alone and for the most part most of the people she was surrounded by today were simply intent on getting to where they needed to be. It was strange, being able to read auras, in a sense knowing how people felt because most people were either content or unhappy. It was remarkable how many people out here faked a smile, but inside were nothing more then miserable. Still, Sophie didn't pry too much. The last thing anyone wanted was some blind chick giving them a pep talk and where did she even begin? Sophie took to the streets, making her way along. She came to a crossing, and aided a man who'd almost become road kill because he was too busy on his phone. Sophie was blind and here she was looking out for someone who had full sight. What a joke. She didn't get so much as a thank you, expected really and always had that same effect on those who realised she was blind. They either looked down there nose at her, or felt sorry for her, both reactions of which she did not favour. As the brunette continued her journey, she found herself bumping into someone..or rather someone bumping into her. Sophie collided with a man, dropping her bag on the ground whilst the white stick in her hand also hit the pavement. "Oh shit" The man cursed, as her belongings tumbled to the ground. Sophie listened as she man bent and began to gather her things up before she did. "I'm so sorry... I wasn't paying attention, I guess..." He confessed. Sophie offered a small smile, eyes scaling slightly onto the crouched male in front of her. She was about to speak, but stopped. The man's aura was particularly strange. He wasn't being as genuine as he sounded, he was curious but hard to read because all she got was a sense of pain. He was hurt, not physically hurt but...dealing with some kind of distress. "That's alright, It happens. I sometimes don't watch where I'm going either..." She joked quietly, what was life if everything was always so serious. Sophie figured he'd probably appreciate a little light-hearted approach. Sophie slowly bending down herself. The problem was that objects did not have auras, which meant locating the items that belonged to her that now rolled along the paving was much tougher then for someone who had full sight. Sophie gently pat her hands against the concrete, lightly grazing the paving in search of some of the items. She grabbed the bag that was at her feet and began to slowly collect her things. "You have a lot on your mind, hm?" She smiled slightly, she could be certain of that. She didn't have much in her bag, her phone, her purse, a bottle of water, a book, iPod and a small cosmetic bag. She lived relatively normal, even for a blind person she appeared to have pretty much what every woman would have in their purse. "..Could that have anything to do with why you want to talk to me?" Sophie asked, unveiling that she already knew what he was doing. It was something that he couldn't hide, she could pretty much read him like a book...it was all down to his feelings and it showed conflicted feelings and emotions. He also displayed a large amount of curiousity, too much for a person who didn't know what he was dealing with. She slowly lifted her head, remaining crouched in front of him despite clearing up the objects back into her bag with his help. Sophie watched him. She could not make out his face entirely, just simply saw the aura surrounding him, watching as it changed to fit the situation. She knew he'd probably wonder how on earth she already knew that, then again if he was looking for her..he probably figured something like this would happen though it was evermore surprising because most people often didn't see past the whole being blind. Sophie began to slowly get to her feet again. WORD COUNT: 800 MOOD: doing good COMMENTS: morninnnnnnng OUTFIT: Here also says in the post yo... |
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Post by Nick Kramer on Apr 8, 2012 8:19:18 GMT -5
  "For My Next Trick I'll Need A Volunteer."Nick Kramer
Nick had spent many sleepless nights up in the mountains. The young man had a familiar perch on the hill where he would park his car. Nick would sit... and wait... For something. Anything. Nick needed an answer. He needed a face to put to this mystery. Nick needed retribution. Not just for what this monster had done to his brother... But for his sister as well. This thing... Whatever it was had torn his family apart whether it realized it or not. Jessica didn't believe half the crap Nick had begun to believe. Jess was a skeptic and kept her distance from the life that Nick and his brother Sam had gotten themselves into. Jess wouldn't have anything to do with it. At the slightest mention of anything supernatural, Jess would lose her cool and go on a diatribe about being insane and how foolish they looked.
Nick knew that this wasn't the case. He knew that Jess was just blind to the truth. She didn't want to see the truth... Not yet at least. Even if she knew that it was out there. Nick had seen things... Things that couldn't be explained. He knew that there were other things out there. And it was one of these other things that had caused his family so much grief... It was one of these monsters that had killed his sister and turned his brother into a werewolf. Nick sat still as the sun emerged from the depths of the horizon. Bright oranges, reds and yellows had begun to bathe the world around him in light. Another night spent with nothing gained...
Nick was beginning to lose all hope when he heard his sister mention something. Jess had been going on one of her rants about a Police Consultant she'd heard about. A woman who claimed to be psychic... Jess thought it was a riot... But did give the woman a little credit... She had a good track record. Nick's interest was piqued. He'd heard a few rumblings about psychics, but had never met one. Could this woman help him? The sun was beaming brightly up above as Nick observed Sophia Anderson from across the street. As he moved towards the young woman, Nick bumped into her softly causing some of her things to scatter about the street. As Nick apologized, the young blind woman joked about not watching where she was going sometimes too. Nick smirked as she spoke. At least she was funny. As he continued to pick up her things Sophia spoke again, asking him if he had a lot on his mind. "Yeah... You could say that."
For a moment though, Nick paused as Sophia continued, asking if that was why he wanted to talk to her. Well... Nick hadn't expected that. No bullshit... No frills... Nick liked that. Straight to the point. "You're good..." Nick smirked again for a moment as he eyed the brunette and handed her bag to her, complete with everything that had been knocked away. Nick's curiosity stood with him as he eyed Sophia. "Let me buy you a drink and we can talk... Less chance for me to not see where I'm going and knock your things down again..." Nick joked slightly for a moment before continuing. "Coffee? Booze? What's your poison?" Nick wasn't giving her much of an option here. He wasn't going to take no for an answer... Nick needed to talk to Sophia and hear what she had to say.
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Post by Sophia Anderson on Apr 20, 2012 9:41:02 GMT -5
SOPHIA ANDERSON
WASHINGTON DC
STREETS "Yeah... You could say that." Nick replied, but before he could really expand on anything..Sophie beat him to the punch. Had she been able to see, she'd have been none surprised by the look on his face. She figured, he was fairly taken aback. These days people often were. You see the word psychic often bought people to assume that she was nothing more then a hack, simply playing on others lives to get by. If their was one thing Sophie wasn't that was a fake. She had a gift, and if those around her chose to doubt her then so be it. "You're good..." Nick said, by the tone of his voice she could sense the nature of his words. The man was impressed and slightly relieved that she was indeed what she claimed. Sophie smirked slightly, letting her hand find it's way to the bag that he held out for her "I know. I just don't know why you sound so surprised.." she replied gently, smiling still. She figured it was likely why others were too. Sophie was blind, and a lot of people if not most could not see past that. Sophie didn't see it as a disability, she was blind but that didn't define who she was. "Let me buy you a drink and we can talk... Less chance for me to not see where I'm going and knock your things down again..." He joked. Sophie smiled to herself, clutching the bag tightly as she placed the strap over her shoulder "..More chance of you stumbling over your words and saying the wrong thing though. It's always amusing." She replied back jokingly. She found that people often said the wrong thing around her, or rather what they assumed to be the wrong thing. People often avoided using certain words around her because they thought she'd be tender to them, truth was..Sophie was much tougher and thick skinned then she appeared at first glance. "Coffee? Booze? What's your poison?" He asked before she could even accept or decline. Sophie chuckled slightly "You're persistent. I got that instantly from you, never one to give up. It's a respectable trait, so long as you know where the line between persistent and obsessive lies, which, sometimes you don't." The brunette paused for a moment. Offering a small smile she added "..We can work on that. Coffee is fine. Lead the way, unless you trust me enough to do so for you.." The brunette remarked coyly. WORD COUNT: 500 MOOD: doing good COMMENTS: morninnnnnnng OUTFIT: Here also says in the post yo... |
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Post by Nick Kramer on Jun 24, 2012 14:40:03 GMT -5
"For My Next Trick I'll Need A Volunteer."Nick Kramer
Sleep had escaped Nicholas Kramer for quite some time now... The young man had laid awake in his bed, eyes wide open staring at the ceiling for hours upon hours. He remained motionless, allowing time to pass. The insomnia had gripped him like nothing he'd ever seen before. The young man would lay awake for hours on end. Some nights, Nick would go up to where it had happened. Where his life had changed. Where his family had been torn apart viciously by a monster. The young man would sit on the hood of his car, gripped by thoughts. Gripped by the events that had happened. The cool breeze shifted slowly through the mountains. Nick would feel the brisk air bristling against his skin. With his rifle at his side and a cigarette in between his lips, Nick would sit there and watch. He'd sit there silently and wait. He'd wait for something. Wait for a sign of something. Nick needed answers and he wanted retribution for what had happend. And so, the young man would wait as long as it would take.
Through his sister, Jessica, Nick had heard about a young woman. A woman named Sophie who happened to supposedly have an extraordinary ability. Of course, the supposed part had been Jess's own opinion... Nick's sister wasn't a believer. She hadn't seen the things that Nick had seen. Nick and Sam had seen things and been through so much more than Jess could even imagine... It'd take a while before Jess would even begin to believe that. She'd probably be pissed about being kept in the dark... But to be honest, Nick didn't care. He knew that he was doing the right thing. He had to help try to keep his family together. Anything that threatened the structure and stability of his family had to be thwarted and squashed. His family couldn't take much more after the death of his sister. They deserved to be kept safe...
As Nick stood there with Sophie, the very woman his sister had told him about, the young man couldn't help but to smile. As she spoke, Nick could tell that she was gifted. As Sophie spoke jokingly about Nick tripping over his own words, the young man smirked slightly. "If that means more chances for me to see you smile, I think I can live with that..." The young man eyed the young woman for a moment. She had one of those smiles that lit up a room. It was infectious and even though Nick hardly knew the young woman, he liked that about her. As Sophie continued to speak about him being persistent and the line between that and obsessive, Nick eyed her carefully. She was definitely good. Nick waited a moment before speaking again. "Or maybe that's what lets me to do what needs to be done..."
Nick smirked for a moment before extending his arm for Sophie. He wasn't sure if she truly needed him to guide her and didn't want to be rude. If she did though... She would certainly find her way to Nick. As they walked towards the nearest coffee shop, Nick opened the door and led the young woman inside. Nick led them towards a table and pulled the seat out for Sophie before sitting down himself. As the waiter headed over to them, Nick turned his attention to him. "Two coffees... Black for me..." For a moment, Nick paused slightly and turned to Sophie once more. "How would you like yours?"
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