Moving On

[msartemis]

And I don't want the world to see me-cause I don't think that they'd understand
That when everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
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The frigid breeze blew harshly, slicing through the layers of Danica's clothing with ease. Her leather jacket snapped open and she struggled to pull it against herself in a tight position, cursing as she made her way to the greyhound bus in sight. The pale sun (which was currently battling heavy snow-laden clouds) caused a faint shimmer on the metallic bus surface as she raced toward it, her soft leather boots soundlessly rushing up the bus steps. She didn't have to greet the bus driver to get to know him. All she needed was to be aware of his life and then she knew all she needed to know. He was tired. He was hungry. His aura had the slight hardness of masculinity tucked under the soft, clingy blanket of age...at the current moment he was annoyed by her near lateness. The annoyance was sharp, prickly, and breath-breathtakingly hot as if flashed through him-unconsciously she winced at it, taking her seat in the far back. The bus was heading off to some small town...but from there she'd take a plane to Chicago. Not much happened around the small town of Stulls but hauntings, and she was tired of taking care of those. Stull Cemetary had to undoubtedly be one of the most haunted places she'd ever been to and that was saying something. But she had to move elsewhere-she'd only come for a day or two anyway.
The bus-driver acknowledged her quietly, his feelings settling down like feathers-until they were fluffed up later, of course. Peering out the grungy window of the city bus she found naught a soul wandering the sidewalk on which they were on...which was strange.The bus door snapped closed-Danica continued to stare out the window, images of her self-promised whiskey swimming in her head...the bus door slammed shut rather loudly, causing her muscles to lock up automatically. It was when the bus door slammed, however, that she felt a new presence. A dark, thick, powerful darkness that she could practically taste. It made her stomach roll slightly-and without another word she turned around, peering into the face of another woman. Or, at least, what appeared to be a female demon.

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NOTES !?;; First possst
STATUS !?;; done
TAGGED !?;; Mephistopheles
OUTFIT !?;; Deep black long-sleeved sweater, brown leather jacket, ripped jeans and brown heel-less boots

[mephistopheles]

Boarding the bus and ignoring the heads that turned and stared, the demon Mephistopheles had been going through a rather dull day. It was cold, it was quiet, and it was.. well... dull! The sheer tangibility of the uneventfulness of the day was enough to make the demon want to shout sometimes. Blowing something up would only cause brief amusement, but it'd pass all too quickly. Meph liked to draw things out as much as possible.

While moving down the aisle, the demon paused and noticed something... odd. Something familiar. Then all attention from the demon fell on the young woman who was sitting near a window. Taking the seat adjacent to hers, the demon's fingers traced along the back of the seat and tried to determine what the other woman was. She wasn't a demon, but her aura read something more then human. Definately not an angel. Not a vampire either...

[msartemis]

And I don't want the world to see me-cause I don't think that they'd understand
That when everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am
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Danica experienced the demon's feelings of distrust and suspicion-the demon's aura was so strong that its feelings were almost completely undetectable-but lucky for her, Danica had experience in this whole reading-people thing. The bus lurched forward as it started-the windows shimmering as the view was replaced with company ads. Danica eyed the bright white smiles and perfect skin of the people contained in the ad before letting her hazel eyes slide back to the demon. "So which one are you?" she asked, leaning against the window and kicking up her feet. "Red, yellow, black...white?" Her hazel eyes were lit up, intent on the woman sitting so near to her. Crossing her legs she felt the reassuring silver of her favorite knife rub against her thigh, reminding her there was back-up. She waited for an answer, her hazel eyes the smoldering, the color of burning burch bark.

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[mephistopheles]

Mephistopheles was, admittedly, surprised by the question the young woman had gone and asked. Rather... odd thing to ask on a bus with people on it, but not entirely without some possibly amusement...

Leaning over slightly, the demon smirked a little. "A lot more then you can handle." She said quietly, her eyes briefly flashing yellow but going unnoticed by others on the bus. "What'll you do? A lot of things can go wrong on this bus, you know... a lot of things." It wouldn't be difficult, Meph could fill the bus with fire and teleport off if she wanted, the girl either had a really effective trump card on her side, or she was being reckless. Time would tell which.