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Post by Stan Davis on Oct 4, 2009 0:07:56 GMT -5
Dating was not exactly something Stan Davis was accustomed to, but he was slowly getting used to it. Of course, Haylee was not his girlfriend, but he had taken her out before and tonight, he asked if she would take a walk with him. Walking around was not something Stan enjoyed doing much, or at least, it always ended a different way, but he knew the second he could smell her, he wouldn't dare try anything. What was it about her? She was charming, quite a little petite thing and she looked fine in a red dress, but there was something else about her.
Could it be her eyes? She could not be a fairy, he would have known immediately, but he felt pulled towards her in an odd way and he just had to know what she was. Not a maenad, not a shifter, not a vampire, not a fairy. All that was left was an angel, and hell, that was not it, no angel would have Vampire Stan on the other line.
He drove his mustang out to the place where everyone went for something romantic, or so he heard, what the hell did he know about being romantic? At first, he got out of the car, then he walked around to open her door rather quickly; in fact, he sped over to her door with the speed only a vampire could achieve. "And here we are, best I could think of, I can't think of many good places to walk," he shrugged with a gruff voice. [/center]
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Post by haylee on Oct 4, 2009 0:47:47 GMT -5
A walk in the woods, let alone with a vampire is: Not something she'd ever thought possible. In fact, whenever Stan had asked about this venture, she was a little surprised. [Even at herself, for that matter]. It was a change from being within Fangtasia, that's for sure; but a good change, none the less. Which helped in the easing into acceptance stage of her mentality, along side of: Remembering the deal that she made and she never broke a promise. It had to do with pride and maybe, not wanting to be like her father. Just running away from something, Haylee shook that little review away. Blinking whenever they had arrived at their walking destination, it was kind of ironic. Being that it didn't feel as if it had taken up to much time, to arrive; and maybe it was probably had taken just a bit.
Haylee was about to open her door, only to have it open within a blur. Vampire speed, is something that took a little time getting used to, if she were to be honest. "Thank you." You should always thank someone, whenever they go through the trouble of opening a door. Or in this case, it was a car door as Haylee finally stepped out. Though, she actually chuckled to Stan's gruff voice and a shrug that happened when getting a good look. "Its fine, really." Her gaze then peered around toward her surroundings, it sure did look cozy.
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Post by Stan Davis on Oct 4, 2009 1:20:56 GMT -5
Haylee stepped out and thanked him but then said something that did not really make sense, or maybe it didn't make sense because Stan did not know what went through Haylee's mind, or just because he had not been human in a long time. Still, it was nice to keep company with a human, even if he was convinced she was something more, but she had some zest to her, which kept Stan up on his toes.
When he finally pieced together that she meant where he chose was fine, he just nodded and smiled, something he rarely did unless he had a pulsing throat under his fangs. "It's a bit different from Fangtasia, although I could tell you didn't 'xactly kick off your shoes and relax in a bar full of vampires," he said, closing the door behind her. His arm went out to symbolize that she would take the next step and he'd be right by her side, he was merely pointing her in the correct direction in the rare gentleman manner. Hell, this one sure brought out the rare in him.
"Did that trip at least get you more comfortable with being around vampires or are you not too keen on going on a walk with me, alone?" he asked, being sincere, but he wouldn't harm her, he was too curious. Maybe any other human might fall prey to him, but she was such a cute little thing, whatever she was anyways. [/center]
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Post by haylee on Oct 4, 2009 3:13:19 GMT -5
I was THAT obvious? Haylee thought, where as she felt a little sheepish; trying hard to not feel that way. Being that she was dressed in red halter dress, while trying to be confident alike Sookie had sort of noted. It made her feel dual sided, instead of simple. With that in mind, a palm brushed up and down her arm. You could never fail with honesty, in some situations at least. Haylee was going to be just so, now opening her lips when remembering that outing. "In Fangtasia, I felt kinda like a mouse entering a room full of cats. That were watch'n the baseboards closely all of a sudden." It was enough to make a mouse paranoid, with a sudden shock of a feline form. Though, trying to skitter onward as best as it could.
Ok, she felt even more SHEEPISH for the colorful image, that she painted and if only she could smack her forehead. By that point, it probably couldn't be helped. Once Haylee thought about it a little more, she decided to name her comment a little something. A real "southern twang of imagination." Also, the next step of hers was made as to be side by side; not to mention: In order to begin walking. "Although, a mouse can't really hate a cat for being-well, a cat." Geeze, enough with the twang! Her feelings told her, offering a low 'heh' to her expressions. "Not that vampires are cats, or I a mouse. I'm just saying, interactions will get better." Her acceptance, basically hoping. Now smiling.
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Post by Stan Davis on Oct 5, 2009 11:32:12 GMT -5
He smiled at her comparison to a mouse and a bar full of cats. Still, there were other humans in there that some other vampires were interested in, but the red, well, the red really catched a vampire's eyes. Suddenly, she began to take double steps over her words and made a complete circle with this analogy. From what he got: Haylee was a mouse, who understood that Stan was a cat, but she was willing to stick around, so long as other cats don't crowd her? Was that it?
"Cat's have more fur and mice have those long naked tails, and I don't see anything wrong with you." Mice were cute, except for those tails, but then again, Stan was not one for the 'cute' scene. Plus, mice made girls scream and jump up on chairs, and so far, nobody had that reaction to Haylee. He began to walk, his cowboy boots digging into the soil and leaving small impressions where he stood. Any branch that was in the way of the trail, he would non-chalantly push it away, but sometimes the branch broke. He had never fully gotten used to how strong he really was. [/center]
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Post by haylee on Oct 5, 2009 23:39:04 GMT -5
"I can squeak to much, talk rather." Especially when passionate or nervous, words just tend to fly out. Not that she really wanted to admit either aspect, but it sorta just happens. Again, not that she would apologize. Other then that, yeah: She didn't feel all to different and shook her forehead. At least nothing had been said to make Stan growl, that was never easy to deal with. In her opinion, at least; while continuing to walk on the trail before her. Mentally cringing toward any: Branch with a sharp kind of SNAP, when being shoved out of the way. It reminded her of the movies, when you look to see if anyone is following you.
Then you look forward and BOOM! Some creature in front of you, scaring you have to death and then a chase happens. If your lucky to have a chase, that is. Hopefully, nothing unexpected would happen. In terms of her "wild-movie" imagination, wanting to drift away from trouble. When ironically, it seems to find her: NO matter what. "You miss'n home yet?" Louisiana, while southern was no Texas, Dallas to be exact. Every now and then, she missed it. Though, as of late: Haylee felt like this is where she was meant to be for now.
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Post by Stan Davis on Oct 5, 2009 23:55:39 GMT -5
Ironically, she said that she tended to talk too much and then went silent for a while. He waited for her to say something as he was not much of a conversationalist and said his peace about the cat and mouse thing. A few more branches snapped out of the way and a clearing was ahead with a little lake and a small deck going out into the lake for any kids to jump off of. Of course, Stan would not jump off of it, and he sure as hell was not going to push Haylee into the water, although a wet Haylee would be an interesting sight...
"Well, kid," he immediately caught it and tried to cover it up, really, she was a kid to him, but he did not think she would enjoy being called a kid. Most people who were 21 or older hated being called kid, "little lady," he said, hoping that one would hold longer. "When you've lived as long as I have, you learn to not really have a home. Dallas is a great place, but I've lived in so many different countries and states. Originally, I'm Russian, actually." Maybe she missed Dallas, it was surprising how the two were still in Shreveport or Bon Temps or where ever in Lousianna they were in today. "You missin' it?" [/center]
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Post by haylee on Oct 6, 2009 0:44:51 GMT -5
How charming! Haylee briefly thought, while laying her sight directly in front of her; which caught a little wooden deck. One that lead onto apart of the lake and it was simply divine. It felt simple, as to enjoy nature by diving right in. While that may of caught Haylee's line of vision for a moment, she did remind herself of something. That she had spoken a question, it would be best to face Stan and to listen. Although, she adorned a tiny frown to being called "kid." Then a eyebrow rose to a comment of "little," it was ironic. Being as she was sure they'd gone over this. Not little, nor a kid but a young lady; a woman. Still, it was interesting to see him correct himself and shook it all away.
Learning to not have a home? Her thought grasped, while feeling that statement was more then depressing. Everyone should at least have a home, it's where the heart is to feel secure. Still, Haylee listened further as Stan spoke. Noting different countries and states that he's been to; even that he was Russian! Which happened to be surprising, as he didn't seem to be. At that point, Haylee sat down at the end of the deck upon reaching it and took off her shoes. Now planting both feet into the water below, which is a interesting change of pace.
A jolt to the temperature. It was a reminder that the weather was changing, ever so slowly. Right, it was only fair to answer a question, having asked one just previously. "Yes, I do. Every now and then it crosses my mind." With a tiny shoulder roll, there would be more to add. "But I feel like this is where I'm meant to be now, though it an't Texas. So, I probably shouldn't think to much." Another curious "George" question arose, though she didn't know how she could ask it. As your not supposed to ask a lady her age, but you could always ask a gentleman theirs. It seemed unfair. Well, OUT WITH IT! "How, um.. old are you?"
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Post by Stan Davis on Oct 6, 2009 23:20:23 GMT -5
Humans did some things that snapped Stan back into reality. One of those things was dipping your feet into water, what had been the point of that and why did some people do it? In Russia, taking off your shoes to dip them in water was just as dumb as sticking your face in open flames. Still, he tried his best to adapt to whatever it was she was good at doing, being an odd human. He did not dip his feet in first off because, have you ever tried taking off cowboy boots smoothly? It just did not happen. Second, because it was not like him, so he sat down next to her, but did not dangle his feet.
"When will you be returning home? I have fast means of transportation there, after all, I only have the night to make the journey. Whenever you need the ride, I can bring you back," he said. "I'll be here for a while though, so whenever you need to go back, or just for a visit then," he said, ready to punch himself for actually tripping over his words like that. Stan Davis never tripped over his words. Then she asked what every human can't really grasp, even when they got used to being around a vampire.
"I really stopped keeping count quite a few years ago, but I'd say over a thousand? I can't really remember. I don't even remember my birth day, just my death day," he said, and even then, he did not know what year he died. He already knew her age, so it was pointless to ask her the question in return. Instead, he just watched her feet graze the water, curious as to why she thought that felt so good or why she did it. [/center]
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Post by haylee on Oct 7, 2009 19:05:53 GMT -5
Did he just- Haylee trailed off within her thought, as to question Stan tripping on his words. He didn't seem the kind of person to do so; yet this oddly brought her comfort. Everyone had a weird patch, here and there. Although, Haylee couldn't suppress a tiny chuckle to the entire thing. With a clearing of her throat, that action seemed to settle down. Her toes at this point: Had no wriggled in order to adjust toward the temperature. Her feet merely swished around, forcing small pairs of ripples on the surface; simply because she could. "Perhaps around Thanksgiving and Christmas, I might go." Noting on when she MIGHT take a visit, hopefully it wouldn't take long. There would probably be questions, but she didn't know how to just ease a answer in; as to the nature of visiting. [Her mother].
Haylee blinked when fitting the pieces into play. "No home and no birthday- It wasn't exactly a complete statement until shoving a nuance strand of hair from her ear, "Is depressing." Really, to her it was. Although, when learning Stan's age, a eyebrow rose to perk. As if to say "wow!" or to that affect. She shouldn't be surprised, as Anouk was pretty aged; herself within that right. "No wonder you call me little, but I still don't like it." particularly lame humor; slightly serious as well. Hmm, she then tried to picture to actually being alive that long; all the kinds of things to see and do!
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Post by Stan Davis on Oct 8, 2009 1:01:53 GMT -5
She chuckled, the girl laughed at something, was something funny about the way Stan was? "Thanksgiving, a holiday celebrated by Americans as the first day that the Indians and Settlers ate together, right? I remember that day..." he trailed off in his own thought for a brief second, the boat ride in a coffin was a bit odd and it was rather hard to go through with because anyone could rip open the coffin and kill him in a heartbeat. Being kept as cargo seemed to help though, but if anyone had dumped him off the ship in order to reduce the weight, he would have been doomed.
Christmas was another one of those holidays, but he had not been there for the birth of Jesus Christ so he stayed quiet on that one. It was always odd to a human how he had been around before a holiday was even celebrated. "It's only depressing if you are human and have had so few of birthdays. But as the birthdays pass, they become just another day and soon enough, no one remembers and you're left to celebrate by yourself. Self-birthday celebration is much more depressing than forgetting the whole thing to begin with," he assured her.
Right, of course she did not like being called little. "Well, Haylee," he said, emphasizing the name as if to make it noticable that he did not use 'little' or 'kid', "it is hard to not call someone nearly .2% of my age little, but I will stop calling you that if it makes you stop frownin' like that." If he had worn his hat tonight, he would have tipped it, but instead, he just tilted his head to the side as if to tip his hat.
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Post by haylee on Oct 9, 2009 18:26:59 GMT -5
Haylee noded toward a gist about Thanksgiving, before smiling when taking in the overall premise. A time to be humble; to be thankful for all the daily things within your life. Despite that, her feelings swarmed around: What it was like back then. In a time period so new and gearing toward change, she couldn't hold it in any longer. "What was it like, for you?" Her voice teaming with curiosity, although paying attention to note that he said nothing of Christmas. Perhaps, he wasn't their for that occasion? That would be a sight to behold, being there on the day of his birth!
Haylee blinked whenever Stan had now spoken, about the subject of a birthday. As to when it remained depressing and when it was not, all within a reassuring way. Haylee didn't have a problem voicing her opinion, it just had to be at the right moment. "I didn't think of it that way in your experience. Though, I remain that it is still depressing." In the meantime, Haylee wondered if her toes were prunes yet. Silly, but amusing when deciding to check; via lifting a foot up. Nothing yet, dunking it back down and tried to think of how to explain her previous statement.
"Along with not having a home. It may be pointless, after a long time, but it still makes a small part of you, well, still here." She then appeared to thinking about something, like a new subject to converse on. The air still felt a little depressing, or if there was nothing to talk about, that was fine; for now, in her opinion. Now, as for not being called "little," that rang back to her. Distracting her and causing more then a smile to her; a smirk. "Pretty good deal. I don't want to have wrinkles early from continuing to frown."
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Post by Stan Davis on Oct 11, 2009 21:27:59 GMT -5
What was what like? He had to take a moment to process it because it still struck him as odd that not everyone had lived through the same days as he had. It really was tough to be so much older than everyone around, sitting around a table, laughing about memories never happened. The only person that shared some memories with him was really Isabelle, his second in command back in Dallas. He almost smiled when he remembered the time that they had scared one of those stupid Fellowship of the Sun member so much that he pissed himself.
"It was normal. At the time, I was trying to get used to keeping up with the ages. America was a fun, new place, but Britain really had a strong hold on us. Everything we did was in the name of Britain and they were so far off, most of the people who spoke for the colonies had never even been to America," he shrugged. Killing red coats in the war was a bit of fun, even if he did have to do it only at night time. That whole line of hundreds of soldiers never worked out for him during the day.
Oddly enough, she mentioned how depressing she thought something was and then looked at her toes. Humans really were weird. He decided not to respond to her reaction, there was really not much to say and he knew she would not understand unless she were a vampire. Plus, he loved the smell of her skin too much to want to turn her. "I don't think that pretty face of your's can ever get wrinkles," he complimented. He had seen so many people age and could tell if someone would age well, Haylee would age really well. She had something else to her after all, even if he could not tell what it was.
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Post by haylee on Oct 13, 2009 3:22:37 GMT -5
While Stan had spoken on what it was like, via answering her question; Haylee began to nod her forehead. Signaling that she was listing, all the while of trying to: Draw a picture to her brain. Then, she managed to get a little sidetracked when: Taking something into account. It was Stan's age and forming a question from what she knew and the flow of time. Did he ever get lonely? Not to mention, how to cope that long. It wasn't something that she could really ask, while trying to reflect back to Fangtasia. His comments about dating and such. Then, her eyebrow perked; her attention was now brought away from distraction. It was upon being told that she'd probably never even get a wrinkle, to that idea: Haylee shook her forehead.
Shoulders began to slump in a shrug, giving the idea a little thought. "Never say, well, never." She was human, after all. With that comes: Old age. Not a thing that anyone looks forward to, but there were other things to look forward, well- for. Having your soul mate with you and knowing that you've lived well. Little things to cope with. Speaking of back to a point, the "flow" of time, she wondered on how Stan made it through the fifties. She actually chuckled to the idea of a "Fonzie" look. Not something she'd want to ask, in order to find out. She was content on what she had, now looking toward her toes, deciding to take her feet out of the water.
They felt chilled and appeared to be evenly prune-like, that it was simply time to remove them from dipping. At that moment, a twig had snapped just loud enough for her to hear it. That wasn't exactly a good sound to hear in the midst of silence. Well, not total silence as there had been talking. It was hard not to worry, or let a imagination run wild. It was perhaps just a animal of some sort. "That was kinda creepy." No shame in being honest, when trying to glance around and wondered if Stan could make out on what happened.
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Post by Stan Davis on Oct 13, 2009 13:42:31 GMT -5
Never say never. The phrase had a completely different meaning for a vampire because they had seen so many different things that no one else had. It was rather tiresome at times considering how many wars had been fought and such. Still, she had a pretty face, maybe she would get laugh lines when she was like 94 years old, but nothing any time soon, not even in her fifties, or maybe that was just what Stan hoped.
She pulled her feet out of the water, but Stan's mind was somewhere else. He was no longer thinking about how she would look at the age of 50, but he was listening intently on the wild. He did not wish to alarm Haylee, so he did not say anything, but he sniffed the air and looked around, searching for the source of the sounds. It was human, maybe just a fanatic who wanted to see what vampires do when they have a girl all alone. Maybe it was a member of the Fellowship, Stan had a mighty rich reward over his head for any Fellowship member to kill him, he was the sheriff of their area after all. Maybe it was one of Haylee's friends, making sure she was OK.
When Haylee spoke up, however, Stan knew that she did not know what was going on. "It's human, but I dunno what they want," he growled softly enough so that whoever the intruder was, they wouldn't hear what he had just said. It was not a good idea to go flying towards the man's neck, but it was a thought. "Just keep talking, he tries anything and I'll get him," he said, keeping the sentence open for interpretation. [/center]
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