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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 22:44:52 GMT -5
The woman sat on the bench, looking out at the people walking along the dark street. She sighed she eyes scanned every face for a familiar one. Without seeing anyone she knew Margot ran a hand over her hair. It was pulled back into a loose bun at the back of her head. Her carmel eyes glimmering in the small amount of light of the moon. There were no street lights on that street. Just the occasional light of a shop or a flashlight from the policemen walking their beat.
One of the policemen saw she was alone and walked over to her tipping his hat. He wasn't much older than she.
"Everything alright ma'am? Do you need an escort home? A carriage perhaps?"
"I'm fine sir." She smiled and looked up at him standing in front of her. "Just looking around and hoping to see someone I know. If I need a way home I'll be sure to find you."
He nodded almost disappointed that the youn lady didn't really want his help, but he didn't argue thankfully and went back to his route around the neighborhood.
"I'm so stupid..." she said to herself as everyone walked by. By then the streets were clearing and soon she'd be alone. "Why would he be out here? He..."
He probably forgot all about me. I'm probably just another fan girl with hopeless dreams and an even more hopeless aspirition of being with him.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 5, 2007 23:39:09 GMT -5
Damon walked out of the doorway, leaving the Theater to take a small stroll. His dark sunglasses were well equipped on his face, and his long black duster flowed over the black long sleeved shirt and black pants that he wore. The wind blew fairly decently, ruffling his hair a little as he walked. It felt nice though, to get out for some fresh air. He had couped himself up in the theater for the past week, deep in thought and work, but that night, he decided it was time to take a small break.
Walking along the street, he noticed the few people that were out, walking around, most were in couples but a few were alone. The couples hugged each other closely while they strolled, and the ones that didn't have anyone walked at a brisk pace to their destinations, trying to get in before it got much later it seemed.
As he rounded a corner, he saw on a bench, a young lady speaking with a police officer. He recognized the young lady from the theater. Smiling, he silently walked over to her as the police officer nodded and walked away. Her back was to him, so it was plain that she couldn't see him, but as he neared, he could hear her speaking.
"I'm so stupid..."
His smile faded into a concerned frown.
"Why would he be out here?" He...
The smile returned a little more sadistically. Before she was able to finish her sentence, he put in his own words to defend himself against the statement. "...probably doesn't get out much." He continued to walk toward her until he was at the bench and sat down beside her with a grin. "Did you enjoy the show?"
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 5, 2007 23:47:19 GMT -5
"Yeah..." She nodded. "Yeah I did actually. I was more excited though you picked my friend Drea. Her and I live together across town by the country side. She was dying to see what you looked like...I kind of talked about you the night I came home."
Her cheeks reddened like usual at this and she turned her glance away from him for a brief second, but she couldn't help look back again.
"I loved your tricks. Everything was wonderful...you were wonderful." Even though it seemed like she was paying for attention to him than the actual trick it wasn't true. She had paid very much attention to everything he did on stage and she almost wanted to ask him to teach her, but that was against a magician's code now wasn't it?
"I just might have to come again."
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 7, 2007 18:45:41 GMT -5
Damon smiled to her, seeing that she actually did like the tricks, or what they believed were tricks. He somewhat chuckled at her mentioning that she talked about him, but asked, "Hopefully all good?"
As he was sitting, his left lower arm was resting gently over his lap, seemingly lazily placed. The palm was facing upward and his fingers were curled in an open fist. Glancing down toward it, he said to his rescuer, "I'm sorry about what happened." Though he had no control over the incident, he felt that it was his fault for what happened. If he hadn't tempted the audience with his stories about defying the word or tapping into the powers of Satan, no one would have gotten so mad that they'd have pulled the trigger.
It truly was his fault. He should have prepared his act and thought the consequences over, making sure it wouldn't be too interrogating or intimidating to perform.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 7, 2007 18:55:49 GMT -5
"I liked your act." She said putting a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "It was interesting and if it really was on a whimb like you said then it was very clever. I could have never done anything like that. You are truly brilliant. Not like anyone out there. Not even the greatest magician could have done so well." She smiled warmly like always.
That night the girl had helped him with the bullet. Taken it out and bandaged him up so that he didn't die from it. She did it because she was a good person and because she liked him. It was just her nature to do those things.
"Look the other night at least you lived. Loss of blood or an infection could have killed you, but it didn't. So look on the bright side. You're here...now, and it's all over."
Margot grinned widely. She didn't know what it was about him that made her like that. Usually she didn't look on the bright side. She wasn't inclined to being optimistic. In reality she was insecure and didn't have a lot to look forward to in a day. Until she met him that was. He had turned her views around quite a bit in the last few days.
"I was just afraid I'd just be another face and that you'd probably never talk to me again, unless forced to."
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 7, 2007 19:21:32 GMT -5
As she spoke and moved her hand onto his shoulder, he allowed his gaze to move from his arm to her eyes. The smile that was there turned weak as she commented him. If only she knew, he thought silently while looking into her eyes. Damon knew that if the world found out what had happened to him, what he was truly capable of, there would be more attempts at his life than just the one from that night.
"Look the other night at least you lived. Loss of blood or an infection could have killed you, but it didn't. So look on the bright side. You're here...now, and it's all over."
True, the loss of blood or infection from the bullet could have killed him then, and thanks to having a caring person on stage with him and another in the audience, it didn't. While the first part of her statement was true, he felt that the last was not. It's not over, he thought silently, knowing that the world was slowly figuring out what he was. The crowds of Paris continued to come to see him, but there were the few that only came to confirm their beliefs.
Damon, the Demon Walker. Spawn of Satan. He knew it was what some of them thought, and after the last act, he was sure more of them believed it now.
"I was just afraid I'd just be another face and that you'd probably never talk to me again, unless forced to."
Damon's weak smile turned into a small grin. "Well I must admit," he replied to her, "I was forced to." He reached up to her chin with his right hand, gently gracing the bottom of it with his finger. "Your beautiful face forced me to stare in awe and your precious voice mesmerized me."
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 7, 2007 19:34:46 GMT -5
Margot only wished it was true. That he was saying things he might not say to anyone else, but Drea was beginning to convince her he was like every other man. Charming until he hooked you, and then he either became abusive or neglective. Neither did she want. It seemed he was sincere, but that didn't mean he really liked her. For all she knew he was thinking of someone else and she just happened to be the poor soul he got to practice on that night. Eating in every word that he said. Grabbing every compliment and keeping it close to her heart as he crushed the poor organ in his worded grip. A manwhore they called it, and she wouldn't be surprised if he was one. He was gorgeous. The most beautiful man he had ever seen in her life. Maybe she just thought that because he was so charming, because she so wanted to believe someone could actually like her and there was a nice man out there. Perhaps he was so wonderful because she needed this. He could just be to everyone else a different vision, but because of her desperation he was so completely amazing.
When his flesh touched her own she shivered. It was only just a small amount, but none the less it made her go wild. Her senses heightened and her heart accelerated a mile a minute. It moved to her neck and thumped in her throat. She was afraid he might hear it if he listened well enough. To her it was the loudest thing then. Other than his lovely words.
Margot laughed slightly. Nothing obnoxious or completely annoying and flirtacious. It was appreciative and admiring, because she admired this man. Her admiration ran deep for his skills in magic and also his language of love you heard so little in Paris from a decent person. It was a sweet laugh with just the right hint of warmness and the admiration she felt.
"And what have you heard of my voice? All I've done is speak and that's not really a treat I must say."
Her eyes searched the glasses in attempt to find the things she hadn't seen on him yet. His own eyes. Why didn't he just reveal the things to the world? Normal people did. He wasn't normal though, and even though she was tempted to just take off the glasses she respected him. Not something she would have normally done.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 7, 2007 19:59:22 GMT -5
While her laughter musically sang to him, he could feel the warmness of the notes. The admiration hidden beneath the laugh was heart melting, and he listened to it intently. Her question though, caused him to believe she had a tiny bit of insecurity and doubt in her mind. Perhaps she thought he was simply acting. It was a reasonable assumption due to his profession, but it was untrue. Damon truly did see beauty in her eyes, he found majesty in her face, and heard music in her voice.
"I've heard its sweet art of speech," he replied to her question. "As well as its beautiful song of laughter." His hand then moved and lightly poked her shoulder. "Also, we do work at the same theater," he added with a wicked grin. "I've heard you sing before."
If she didn't believe him, he didn't know how else to express himself than through words. Whenever he performed magic tricks for people, he knew that they believed that was all they were. Tricks. So, performing them for Margot would only mean something more if she knew that it meant something more to him.
The young man let his hand come back down to his lap, resting in front of the other lazy arm. It somewhat hugged his ribs, though it was simply by habit when he sat in a chair or somewhere without armrests. Although this time it was a little different due to his other arm not also fighting to hug his ribs as well.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 7, 2007 20:20:06 GMT -5
She placed her other hand on the hand on his lap. She had to admit she liked being a dominant person in a situation and this was her way of being just that. She gripped his hand lightly. Almost holding it as she did this. A smile widening on her face.
Maybe he wasn't faking this all. He could just really be her lucky charm. A good thing that came on a bad day. Someone she could count on and could possibly really care for her later on. It was a miracle in the form of a man. Something she never expected from life. She never thought that she would find love or a feeling like the one she had now.
Her cheeks went rosy with embarrassment. She didn't know he had heard her sing. In the theater she was done by time he came in so it never crossed her mind.
"Really? Was it even close to how well you were on stage?"
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 7, 2007 20:36:54 GMT -5
As she lightly gripped his right hand, he gently gripped it back. It looked as though she was beginning to lose the doubt that he had sensed in her before, or maybe she was putting on an act of her own. She too did work at the theater, and was of the lead actresses at that.
"Really? Was it even close to how well you were on stage?"
Damon's smile widened a little. He remembered clearly the day that he had walked by the stage during one of her performances and how her voice stopped him in his tracks. All to well, he remembered stepping quietly to the edge of the wooden floorboards, entranced by her acting and singing. "Margot," he said sincerely to her, "you didn't need magic to change the world around you." His hand gently tightened again and he slightly leaned into his next statement. "You were magic."
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 7, 2007 20:51:20 GMT -5
She smiled and looked at his hand, her cheeks growing am ore crimson color. It looked like a newly opened rose. It's petals damp with dew and bright in color on the soft green of the stem. Her own pale skin contrasted the way she blushed. Her brown eyes set upon their hands still.
Margot leaned forward and kissed his cheek ever so lightly. Just by his lips, the corner on the right from where she was sitting. She kept it a little longer than last time. Less afraid of rejection or anything of the sort. Leaving it slower than before as well. Her eyes still searching the dark glasses for the gems underneath. The passage into his emotions, not just from his words. She squeezed his hand lightly and then let go slightly. Letting her hand glide up his arm slightly. Just to his elbow.
"Thank you." She told him simply.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 7, 2007 21:08:33 GMT -5
The kiss sent unbelievable emotions through his body. It brought a light passion out beneath his skin, that he fought down with all of his might so as to not let it escape. While her lips lightly pressed against his cheek, he almost wanted to turn his head and accept it with is lips, but refused to allow himself to do so. Though after she let her lips break away from him, he wasn't sure what to say or do. Two little words whispered their way from his lips, "You're welcome."
The young man got a little closer and moved his head, tilting it slightly, and began to push his lips toward hers. It felt right, it felt like it was meant to be done. One simple kiss was all that they asked for and he was wanting to give it to them. Time seemed to slow and even the air seemed to stop moving. Nothing could be heard from his ears now deafened by what he believed to be love.
But then, he was heavily knocked in the head by a metal stick. The blow threw the young man to the ground, breaking the kiss before it even began. Quickly, the police officer from before jumped over the bench and followed Damon to the ground, pummeling his beat stick at the man with heavy force. Damon tried to defend himself by lifting his arms against the blow, but he had landed on his right arm and he could barely move his left at all. The stick was thrown into the back of Damon's head, onto his upper arm, into his back, and over the same areas again and again.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 7, 2007 21:50:25 GMT -5
He was so close. Moving closer to her making the effect of anticipation only greater than it had been. Her heart was beating faster then it ever had and she had more of an adrenaline rush then when she was one stage. Her mind went wild with thoughts as her stomach flipped. She was finally able to kiss him, feel his lips on her own. She was finally able to know what it was like to come in contact with him in such a way that showed some form of love. Maybe this was real.
Even if it had been real she never got to experience it. He was pulled away in the blink of an eye and her heart sunk. At first she felt like he had done it just because he decided he didn't want her but when she saw him on the ground and the man beating him she gasped in terror.
"Get off him!" She yelled and jumped up. Her hands went around the policeman's arm that he was beating him with and she slapped him across the face to knock some sense into him. It didn't seem to work. He kept beating the man as hard as he could. She got in front of him finally and when she did he grabbed her by the wrists and got ready to throw her out of his way. "Stop it!" She screamed and kicked him straight where it hurt. Her father had taught her to do that. The most sensitive spot in a time like this besides other things. It was the thing that stuck with her. The man winced in pain but didn't go down. She kicked him again, making him bend over slightly, but he only laughed. Of course it made her angry. So angry she punched him straight in the skull, feeling his teeth clench and loosen beneath the blow. She truly was a strong little girl. He fell to the ground for a moment hold onto where she hit him.
Margot went for Damon sitting next to him. Scooping him up into her arms into a hug. SHe didn't know how badly he was hurt, but it had to have been pretty bad for the beating her took and with those wounds it was ten times worse.
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Post by Damon Walker on Feb 7, 2007 22:21:15 GMT -5
Damon rolled over on the ground, inflicting himself with more pain by letting his injured shoulder get leaned on, but he at least was able to send up his right arm to help block some of the blows, though the cop had more of an advantage. The stick caused him to almost yell every time it was thrown into Damon's body, but then he stopped. Opening his eyes that had involuntarily shut during the beating process, Damon saw that the cop had grabbed Margot's writs.
Damon's teeth were clamped together, trying to bite the pain and dampen it slightly while he watched as the young lady swung her foot into the policeman's groin. Wincing, the young magician knew that that should have hurt, but then again, Cops were always prepared. It didn't seem to phase the man at all, even when she struck him a second time. Letting his right arm come back to the ground, he pushed himself up onto his elbow when suddenly Margot threw her fist into the man's jaw.
Damon's own mouth dropped, but he continued to pant and gasp for air. The cop fell to the ground, holding the part that Margot had struck, and Damon just looked at her, his open mouth that was panting forming into an open grin. As she came down to sit next to him, Damon smiled at her. He wanted to displace them both back to the theater, but he knew that doing that in public would practically be putting himself on death row. "I'm fine," he lied as he panted. His arm was horribly bruised as well as the back of his head that pounded heavily with a migraine now, but he continued to smile at her.
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Post by Margot Reolas on Feb 8, 2007 7:50:07 GMT -5
Regardless of the fact that he was fine Margot still hugged him. Gently, and she did so with as much care as possible. She knew he was hurting, probably bruised and his previous gun wounds open. He was probably hurt worse then she had ever seen a person. Tenderly she put a had on his cheek with a welcoming smile. Somethig to tell him she was here even if he wasn't okay.
"Why don't we go back to my house. My parents live just a street or two away if you can walk. Hopefully that man will think twice before he strikes you again." She teased and laughed slightly. She noticed that by then the man had got up and started walking away. Apparently his prey for the night wasn't exactly what he wanted as he went to go destroy another couple a few blocks away.
Margot bit her lip lightly though after saying this. She desperately wanted that kiss they almost shared before, but she knew he was in no shape to be doing anything like that. He would usually have a headache after getting hit like that in the head.
"Come on..." She said and stood up after letting him go. She held out her hand for him with her own adorable little smile.
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