* party queen cause a scene so ridiculous // OPEN.

[archer elizabeth black.]

It was simply...so weird to be back here, and to know that family members knew that she was back as well. Then on top of that to have come back on the same day as her sister, to kind of make a day of celebration a little bit less than that. She groaned under her breath and ran a hand through her hair, blue-grey eyes closing for a moment before she stopped, leaning back against one of the black metal gates. Slowly she opened her eyes once more and looked around the familiar settings, farther down in the large park there was the play ground where she spent most of her time playing. While if you went off the pathway you would then come to a section of woods with trees so close together you would really have to work at getting through. But it was definitely the best place to be, to feel safe. To know that someone wouldn't really be able to follow you in there without some sort of odd reason. Biting the bottom of her lip she scanned the area once more, with all of the other children there she decided it'd be best to go to her haven. Sucking in a breath Archer pushed herself off of the black metal fence and then moved off of the pathway and over towards the woods.

"Jeeze.." Murmuring under her breath she looked to the thicket of trees, and then down to her now grossly taller body. "Come on." Archer shook her head and with one more look around the area she started to push herself up against one of the trees, her back and front but against two different trees. Archer wrinkled her nose slightly and then cursed slightly under her breath. Though after another moment or so she managed to push herself through the trees and panted slightly, again shaking her head a bit. "Ughh. Only simple when little."

[/color] Archer grumbled and was glad when she knew for sure she was alone, rubbing her breasts for a moment and glared back at the trees behind her. "Stupid...Boob crushing trees." Of course, she knew if she had come here with Jacen, or someone else she had been close with, they would have made a comment about the fact that she didn't really have any boobs. Well not enough boobs for the trees to be able to harm, which Archer would have no way of being able to prove otherwise. "Bleh." Sticking her tongue out a bit and looked around the much darker part of the forest. It really was the same that it had been so many years before, and that little factor was very comforting to her.

Archer felt her leather jacket pockets for a moment, making sure that both her cigarets and lighter were still there. That her wallet would then be in the other pocket, and she smiled lightly when she knew that her stuff was still there. Good. Archer found herself thinking before she moved forward again, looking around, and letting her hands move gently against some of the trunks of the trees. Her senses picking up the scent of her normal spot, or rather the place that she had always gone when she had been younger. A light grin came to Archer's features when she came closer to where she wanted to be, where a river could be found. And just when she was about to get there, Archer found herself to not be paying attention and she tripped over one of the over grown roots. "fucker!" She yelped as she fellt down to the ground, mud now over her clothing and some of it on her cheeks. Growling under her breath Archer rolled out of the mud and onto her back as she looked up towards the heavaly tree top covered sky. Where only some of the sunlight really managed to get through the thickness of the trees. And while maybe normally that could have been the key thing to make her lose her anger, it didn't seem to work this time.

"Stupid fucking little root. Tripping me, having it out for me." She cursed once more, standing up now and tried to brush some of the mud off of her. Kicking at some of the mud, Archer growling a final time before she moved a few more feet. coming to where the small river was and looked down at herself in the reflection. Looking down at the mud smeered face Archer narrowed her eyes slightly and placed her hands in the fairly cold water and then rinsed off her hands. When she felt that she had cleaned them as much as she could, Archer cupped her hands and splashed her face with the cold water. Even to her over heated body it seemed to send chills down her spine, just like it had done every time she had come here. "Ughhh..Rawrrawrrawr." She hissed under her breath, tensing just slightly when she thought someone else might have been here. Like something else might have been lurking around where she was, eyes carefully scanning the area. Her nose trying to pick up some sort of scent that the person would have, and when she felt like maybe she had been hullcinating, and reminded herself of the animals she slowly lowered herself back down to the ground.

"Like anyone else would be around here." Archer murmured under her breath, slightly shaking her head. [/size][/blockquote]

[Zacharia "Zac" Smith]

Zacharia Smith was not the sort of vampire who was to be messed with, no, not at all. And he very usually showed, or seemed to have any, emotion, other than his usual fakepretense towards human, and his angry one towards enemies and werewolves. Luckily, being extremely rude towards any possible werewolves he might meet wasn't uncommon, and wouldn't strike up any red flags. Even the 'kindest' vampire could still have his problems with a blood enemy, and their awful stench. His plans however had been very loose and lazy lately, making him wonder what the hell was his problem. He pushed past branches ripping them offer, or splitting them as he past. His anger was building, and his annoyance. Isabelle Porter, a girl far too obsessed with him for any good to come to either of them had managed to drop by in town and find him. She was his own personal stalker. While he didn't mind a girl being around for his pleasures, he didn't want someone so needy and constantly needing approval from him. It made him blanch at the thought. He knew her well too, knew that she wasn't usually the type of vampire and person to cling to others. She worked alone. Her problem was her power, one unknown to her, and so fragile in understanding that if he mentioned it to her, and tried to help her understand it without her doing it on her own, she might very well lose her mind. While sometimes her power seemed to annoy him, and cause him to almost hate her, he actually preferred her around. She was cunning, intelligent, and quick with wit and instict. She knew what she was doing. She was valuable. He hadn't taken her to bed, not since he learned of her power, but instead used her as a pawn in his many games.

The last time he had seen her, she was performing a task, and he thought he was rid of her. For his sanity, and her own - he could no longer help her or be around her. She had made it impossible. Part of her mind, trying to deal with her power and her past has ripped her reality into fragments. It left her with two people inside of her, coming both from the void or rip, and the power she held but knew nothing of. But the problem was, at any moments, her personality could change, to fit whatever goal she had, or whatever part of either people's personalties she might need at the time. It was from her subconscious, but it was dangerous. His glare across the expanse of wilderness deepened as another annoyance crossed his mind. "Filthy half-breed." he muttered, angry that Harper McNeel had gotten in the way of his plans yet again. He had to remember to expose of her in the near future, and in a discreet manner so as not to mess with his current plans. The only other half-breed he had ever met was Mara Myles, and ex lover, who, despite her strong confidence was more easy to manipulate than a lot of the others he attempted to do so with. If he could have it his way, all the werewolves and half-breeds would be expunged from existence. They were all a filthy race. The idea of a vampire ever mating with or trying to turn a werewolf sickened him to the deepest fibers of his being. The two bloods were biologically at war with each other, as were the actual people, and mixing blood should only be done when the other has been killed by his or her opponet.

"damn town." He was becoming increasingly more frustrated with his plans as they seemed to be blown to pieces at any chance he had to move further with them. Most others would have given up by now, but he wasn't most others. Zac had a score to settle and one way or another, it would be done, even if he had to finally die to get it accomplished. But he'd be certain to take all of them down with him. Nothing would be left the same, no mercy shown. Zac had been walking through the dense forest for a while now, with no clear destination in mind, except to reach his goal of clearing his mind. That was obviously useless, as the calm noises around him and the never ending forest seemed to welcome thoughts more than be rid of them. He let out a lengthy sigh, noticing for the first time a presence, and a small scent lingering in the air. His back stiffened, and his teeth showed, naturally and defensively. Werewolf. He couldn't believe it. For once, in all his attempts to stay away from thoughts and things he wasn't too fond of, he had walked right onto a sworn enemy by simply breeding. He let out a low, but defiant growl as he turned on his heels towards the scent. To him, this part of the area was his to lose himself in, not for some flithy dog to come ruin. He had come here for the pure intent of being away from such flea ridden beings.

He took no time to find the source of the scent, and even less time to confront the matter. "What are you doing here, dog? Can't you beasts find your own damn sancutary." His anger flooded him, as he stared at the back of a female werewolf. He had it in his right mind to slice her damn throat open for being here. He wasn't in the best of moods (not that he was ever in any truly good mood) and this made him on edge, and willing to go farther than he might usually considering the many plans he had in the works and didn't want to do anything to mess with. The smell of her made his skin crawl. While the smell of dog, but worse filtered through his nose, as his deep breathing wouldn't settle, he also smelt a fragrance, probably from shampoo or something else that reminded him of memories he had sworn he had forgotten. He crossed his arm, trying to hold himself back from killing the stupid mutt. ( Who would miss one little dog? And how would they know it was me. I know how to cover my tracks. ) He shook his head, knowing better than to think it or plan it. The image came to his mind of possibly killing her and for the time settled his nerves. Others thought of happy places, but this was his, a place of full rage and revenge. He had yet to see the face of his enemy, but it made no difference. He didn't care. He should just kill her right here right now, as he would with any other. So why wasn't he?

[archer elizabeth black.]

There were many ways to describe the feeling of wet mud over the clean skin that she had only seconds before hand. But at the time, the only thing that this brunette was focusing on was the fact that she needed to get this off of her. All of it, there was no way she was going to keep this nasty mud on her skin, even if all of those people claimed mud was good for the skin. Archer was simply not someone who would put up with the feeling of it just resting there on her, it was probably one of her biggest OCD things. And at that moment, it was the only thing that Archer could focus on, half debating whether or not she wanted to go a head and strip down right then and there. Besides, it wasn’t like there was anyone else around here, and if there was, than Archer was sure she would have been able to pick up on them. “Alright, come on now, get off you nasty shit.” cursing under her breath as she dipped her arms into the cold water of the river. It was funny to her, that she really only felt the chill of the rushing water for a second, before her unnatural body heat decided to kick in, and then it was almost like it had never even really been there. It was one of the mixed things of being no longer human, but in fact something else, sometimes the cool water was something she desired. But her body heat was the thing that kept her from really feeling it anymore. Archer shook her head, no, she wasn’t going to focus on that sort of thing right then.

“Ah, there we go, much better.” murmured Archer as she then came to pull her arms out of the water and she looked them over. Well, there certainly wasn’t any mud left on them now, now it was really only her clothes. But something seemed off, it was the same feeling that she had only sensed a couple a minutes ago. Just as before, however, it seemed to drift in and out, and it faded away just as quickly as it had come.

And then, as if her desire to know what it was that was near by, it came true, but at that instant she wished that it really hadn’t. Her nose crinkled, and she could feel herself flinch as the stench came closer and closer. Standing up she growled under her breath, this only meant one thing to her, and that one thing was definitely not something that she needed right now. In fact, thing was probably worse than the smells and images that Archer would obtain from the mud that she had on her. But then again, as much as Archer wished she could contain her raw emotions like this, the chances of that to truly ever happen was pretty damn slim, a rare event that had yet to really happen. Then again, there had only been a couple of times that she had come in contact with the thing that her kind had hated for centuries now. One of the few things that seemed to make her blood truly boil, and now whoever it was had chosen to come to the area that had always been her own. That one place that Archer had always been able to escape to when she was younger, and to have it invaded like this was definitely not something that she wanted. Sucking in a breath Archer growled under her breath slightly, she could feel her body tense up as she searched the area for a moment. This was going to turn from a place to escape to the place that she just happened to run into whoever this was, and then she caught sight of him. Oh how she would have had so much fun just being able to go a head and jump him, without much of a second thought, how it would be a simple game of catch the leech. “What the hell?” She growled, weight shifting from one side to another.

She would have loved to just jump the male standing not too far off from where she was now, but as much as Archer would have liked to do that, she withheld herself. Something about the way that the male before her chose to hold himself at the time, made her think that her doing something like that was just what he would like. It would be his excuse to go a head and attack her, and not have a second thought about it, especially since Archer would have been the one to throw the first punch, or tackle.

Her cold stature cracked slightly when a hint of a smirk came to her features at his comment, ”Oh? I hardly think that this is a sanctuary to just you, fucking leech.” growling slightly once more as she clenched her fists. ”Besides, this place was my own way before it was ever yours, asshole, how about you’re the one who fucking leaves.” ah yes, the verbal use of throwing punches rather than actually doing it. While she doubted it would actually affect him, and it only slightly helped with her current enraged feelings it was better than her previous thoughts. At least, for now it seemed to be this way, shaking her head Archer removed the dark brow strands of hair from her face, her grey-blue eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the male. She needed to make sure that he wouldn’t try anything, that she would be ready to get out of the way if he decided to be like the many she had come across. ”And for as for me being here, and what I am doing here, I hardly think that is any of your business leech.” folding her arms over her chest, Archer again shifted her weight from one side to another as she watched. ”Besides, the real question here, is what the hell are you doing here? Don’t you have some coffin you should be sleeping in? Off fucking one of your little buddies or something like?” she questioned, ”Or you know what would be even better? If you did everyone a favor here and step out into the sunlight and maybe explode or something like that.” Okay, so yes she had generalized on all of those old stereotypes of vampires, but that didn’t bother her at the time. She simply was finding different ways, envisioning different ways for this person in front of her to simply dissapear, and not have to ever worry about seeing him again. Oh, how grand that would be for her, if only it could be that way for all of the other indecent vampires as well.

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Soooooo...This thread be alive? It is dead? Should I just close it?