Disarm You With A Smile [Open]

[Amalia Radley]

Just being honest, we're playing for both sides.
It's easy to deceive but it's hard when the trust that's broken is mine.
For better, or for worse, for the happy, for the hurt.



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Mollie usually was the perfect child. Usually was the key word here. She was a straight A student. She was popular and well enough liked that she was elected into the position of Junior Class President. She never really stepped out of line anywhere. She did as she said, followed all the rules her dad set down and her godparents.

But then there were times like this where Amalia stepped out of line and went behind the backs of those who trusted her. She was already lying, keeping secrets. It wasn't like she could just update her Facebook status and announce what was going on in her life to the world around her. With her luck, her dad would constantly stalk it. Last thing she needed was him flipping out on her for something ridiculous.

It was night and she probably should have been sleeping, but she couldn't. She had simply slipped out of her pajamas and dressed back up in a pair of boots, jeans, a t-shirt, and a loose jacket. She carried a flashlight and a backpack. She was quiet as she wandered the woods. It wasn't like she was really all that afraid. No.

She ventured in deeply, till she had to rely heavily on her advanced hearing to even hear faint heartbeats or sound of society. She finally let the bag drop to the ground and she rummaged through it. She tugged out gun after gun. She doubted her godfather would notice if a couple guns went missing from the locked chest he kept in the basement.

Mollie checked over each gun, setting them down and taking a seat against a tree. She grabbed the notebook she had used to transfer the notes from her father's hunting journal into. She grabbed the small flashlight and began to read through each entry. She was mainly looking for a specific entry.

However, a sound caught her ears and she picked up the first gun. Alright, so maybe fear was something that began to course through her. She became nervous and was quick to get on her feet. She tried to locate the source of the noise, looking every which way.

"Please just be a squirrel. Please just be a squirrel." Molls muttered to herself under her breath.

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NOTES: Open
MUSIC: "Everybody Lies" - Jason Walker

[Moira Rose Collins]

    The air was crisp, and the area almost silent as Moira wandered through the woods, hands deep in her jacket pockets. It was pretty chilly for your average night in California. Leaves and twigs crunched beneath her sneakers as she walked, the noise echoing off the trees. She wasn't really the "walk-through-the-woods-at-night" type, but she just needed some time to clear her head. Her first week of school was easily the strangest she had experienced in her life. This town...it was unique. At first sight, it seemed as ordinary as any old town, but once you stepped inside,  once you really opened your eyes and saw what was happening right under your nose...that beneath the disguise of cute bakeries and lacrosse games, Beacon Hills was drowning in the supernatural, and now she was a part of it too. There was no going back, no running home, now there were only two options; sink, or swim.  But out here in the woods, she felt so far away from all the craziness, it gave her time to relax. As she took a fresh breath of forest air, she felt her worries about being the new girl at school, extra homework, and supernatural beings slip away.

    Moira walked towards a fallen tree trunk. It was huge, and obviously had been there for a long time. She made sure it was steady, then sat down on the forest ground right in front of it. After organizing some small twigs and whispering a few incantations, she had lit a small fire, and she eagerly reached her hands out towards it, warming them. Moira smiled to herself. She should have brought marshmallows, made a night out of it. But then again, it was never as fun without a friend. She felt a small pang in her chest as she realized just how much she missed having proper friends. And when she said proper, she meant the kind of friends you could rely on most, not the ones who only stuck around for the fun times and left in a moment of need. Exhaling deeply, Moira leaned back against the sturdy tree trunk, and looked up at the sky. There was not a cloud in sight, only stars that glistened and sparkled, contrasting against the night sky. She began counting the stars in her head, making patterns, drawing pictures, and her eyes became heavier and heavier...

    There was a large CRACK! and Moira's eyes flew open. Shoot...how long had she been here?? She pulled out her phone, and groaned as she saw the time. Her aunt was going to kill her. She stood up quickly, trying to figure out from which direction she had arrived. She pulled her phone out for the second time that evening, perhaps "Google Maps" could assist her.

NO SIGNAL

    Moira rolled her eyes. What was this, a bad horror movie? Next she'd be chased and eaten alive by some scary monster...Spotting a rather familiar looking path, she began following it, her feet starting to ache a little from the slightly uneven terrain. The trail seemed to be going on forever, and it wasn't until her third time around that Moira realized she was walking in circles. She sighed, and let her head fall into her hands.The same woods that had given her comfort only a few hours before were starting to feel more and more claustrophobic. She'd find her way out of here eventually, she only hoped that her aunt wouldn't be too harsh on her when she finally got back, since this was the first time she'd ever been home late.
Errr...except, knowing her aunt, that seemed very, very unlikely.

    After what felt like hours and hours of walking, Moira was on the verge of just going back to that log, and sleeping there until morning. There was no use continuously going on without knowing which way to go, and she hadn't learnt enough to perform a location spell. She made a mental note to ask her aunt to move that up in the lesson list. Every few minutes, she would try texting her aunt, just in case there was a flicker of signal, but it was no use.

    A flash of light passed Moira's eyes, so fast that she wasn't sure what exactly had caused it. A flashlight, maybe? Her heart began to quicken as she attempted to follow where the light could have come from. Perhaps she wasn't the only one who had ventured into the woods tonight. She felt a small wave of relief wash over her as she spotted who was carrying the flashlight, a young girl around her own age. But the feeling of relief faded just as quickly as it arrived when she spotted what the young girl was holding in her other hand.

"Whoa whoa whoa!!" Moira cried out, flinging her hands up. "Don't shoot!" What was she doing out here, at night, with a gun?! "Wh..why do you have a gun? Don't you need a permit or something?"

 Notes: I saw this thread a while back and was planning on replying, but I couldn't find much time to, up until now. Cheers!  

[Amalia Radley]

Just being honest, we're playing for both sides.
It's easy to deceive but it's hard when the trust that's broken is mine.
For better, or for worse, for the happy, for the hurt.



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Mollie wasn't afraid of the dark. She knew that there were scarier things out there than the boogeyman. Her dad's journal was proof of that. And it had her glued, trying to find some sort of cure for herself. It wasn't that she was deathly afraid of the monster she had become. No. She had used the journal to help her learn. Her father was her anchor and she managed to not freak out on a full moon.

She was in the middle of an entry that had been interesting when the noise caught her attention. She placed the book in her bag and tugged that onto her back. She quickly pushed the guns into the bag except for one She kept it in her her and placed the flashlight atop it, holding it with her other hand.

She began to walk. She just wanted it to be a squirrel, but she discovered a girl instead. She kept her gun trained on the girl in front of her for a minute before relaxing with a sigh. She turned the safety back on the gun and tucked in into the back of her jeans, letting the back of it stick out so she could grab it easily. "I do have a permit." She responded honestly. That one was her's. the rest, well... This girl didn't need to know they weren't all her's.

"I have a gun because this world is dangerous." She rolled her eyes. "Like I would come out into the middle of the woods in the middle of the night without a weapon. Bears! Bears just kill without warning because they're a bear." And there were werewolves and werecoyotes and tons of shifters about. She also needed to be able to protect herself from demons and whatever else went bump in the night. But she was just glad she stumbled upon a human and not something more dangerous.

"What are you doing out here?"

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NOTES: Bears. They don't always kill everything, but when they do... it's because they're a bear.
MUSIC: "Burn" - Ellie Goulding

[Moira Rose Collins]

As the girl spoke of the dangers in the woods, Moira stood there feeling a little foolish. Here she was, getting lost in a forest at night, and then there was this girl who looked like she could hold up her end in a fight, whether it be a man or a bear. Nevertheless, she was grateful that she had run into her, and not, say, an actual bear. Unlike the flashlight girl, she didn't have a gun, and she didn't think bears took too well to being set on fire. Which was pretty much all she knew how to do with her powers so far. She'd hear that you needed a shot gun to kill a bear, that anything else would just anger it without doing much damage. 

In all her wishful thinking, it appeared that Moira had lost some of her common sense, at least temporarily. Werewolves. Werewolves and who know's what lived in these woods. She knew that, her aunt had made her repeat it until she didn't think it possible to forget, but for a moment she had let it slip her mind. For a moment, these woods had felt like the small forest a few miles from her old home, a place where the idea of something dark and dangerous living inside was ridiculed and used only to scare kids. The only thing dangerous in those woods were the people who went blundering in, and people were much easier dealt with than what Moira was now dreading, lived out here.

"I'm new in town. I came out here a few hours ago, I've had a lot on my mind, I needed somewhere quiet to clear my head...I must have fallen asleep or something." Moira muttered, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "I've been trying to find my way out of here, but I'm not the best navigator, especially at night, and I'm not getting signal on my phone." She paused, then walked towards the girl and reached her hand out towards her. "I'm Moira. It's nice to meet you." She glanced at the girl's weapons, at the old journal she had with her, then back to her. She knew it was probably none of her business, but she was curious as to what all this was for. The journal was old, weathered, and it reminded Moira slightly of the old spell book she had received from her aunt on her 16th birthday, an heirloom that had been passed down their family line for centuries. "Do you come out here a lot?"


Notes: Bears. Lots of bears. Bears in California? Dun dun duun.

[Amalia Radley]

Just being honest, we're playing for both sides.
It's easy to deceive but it's hard when the trust that's broken is mine.
For better, or for worse, for the happy, for the hurt.



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Amalia was quite glad she didn't run across a bear or another werewolf. Running into a werewolf once was bad enough. She didn't need a repeat. Running into hunters would have been just as bad, but at least she was quite capable of pulling the 'I'm from a Hunting family' card. She figured that would give her a five second head start, if lucky.

She shook her head. "You a city girl? Because anyone from a small town with woods knows the woods are dangerous at night." They were dangerous during the days if you strayed off the beaten path. And they weren't exactly on the normal hiking trails, Mollie had purposely strayed from them so she wouldn't be easily found.

"Woods," she motioned around her. "Nature's natural signal blocker. Of course you won't get signal out here." Had this girl never been in the woods before? It really didn't seem like it. Her natural survival instincts were pretty poor. Mollie figured this would at least teach her a lesson or two.

"I'm Amalia, but you can just call me Mollie." Amalia was such an odd name, so different. Mollie was normal and didn't make her stand out as much. And she much preferred to blend in. She stood out in normal ways, such as academics and clubs. Otherwise, she liked to appear normal.

"I pretty much live out here when I can't sleep." She shrugged. "I like to use the wounds to think, plan, etc." She brushed some strands of hair behind her ear, tucking the journal into her bag and zipping it up. "Well, minus as well get you out of here. But if I tell you to be careful and watch your step, you heed my words, alright?" Her voice was dead seriously. "I wasn't kidding about the woods being dangerous. My dad hunts animals and he taught me tracking." She took the gun back out.

"So... Shall we get going back to civilization?"

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NOTES: None
MUSIC: "Sailing" - N'Sync