pumpkin soup. [open].

[Imagine Pennier]

Imagine wasn't a girl to go to the mall for the fun of it. Well actually she was, but for different reasons then shopping. She went to see what kind of trouble she could cause. Normally people like her came in the form of "ganstas" or weird-o depressed kids, not happy blonde girls. No one ever blamed her for anything, stupid humans, almost as stupid as her brother.

She wasn't filled with hate. Nothing close to it. She was just taught to be evil and it was in her blood, she was a Styker demon after all. She didn't know any other way and she knew it was going to stay like that. Her against the world and she knew she could take them on. Easily.

Imagine walked into some clothing store and began to browse the clothes. Nothing interesting the people were much better to look at. So the first evil act of the day began, which shouldn't even be considered evil, more poking fun. Imagine picked up a shirt and wrapped her fist around it before walking over to a lady about to walk out of the store with her bags. "Wait!" she called out beginning to run to make sure she didn't make it out of the store, "I just had to ask you where you got that necklace, it is to die for! As she spoke Imagine put her hands on the lady's bag like she was hanging off of it. Slowly she spread her fingers wider to let the unpaid for shirt drop it. Imagine didn't even hear the lady's answer who was completely flustered at being dive-bombed by a teenager instead she ran out of the store calling over her shoulder, "Thanks! I'm going to go get it now!" She was far enough away when she heard the alarm going off. Classic stupid human.

Imagine was getting bored with this town and quickly. She had just spent years of her life traveling and now she was hear. It was terribly boring. The only reason she had stayed more than a year was because of the so called good beings come to fight the bad ones. Oooo, scary. If they didn't show their face soon she might have to ditch this place as well.

Walking down the main aisle of the mall Imagine looked around for something else to do. Her choices were very limited thanks to the small variety of the town. Why did her parents live here in the first place? Walking by a guy with a drink Imagine lifted her hand and sent her power through to the drink turning the once refreshing coke into a freezing icicle. By the time he realized it they would be on opposite sides of the mall. Imagine really needed to find something else to do with her life.

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[Chris]

Fighting all the time, this is out of line
She loves me not, loves me not
Do you realize I won't compromise
She loves me not, loves me not

Chris had come to the mall for only one single reason: Rachel was completely pissing him off, and for the safety of his family, he went out to the mall. Odd choice for him though because he not only dispised shopping, but he also didn't blend well with the crowd. He knew that appearance wise, he wasn't that far from looking normal, but he knew that his eyes were tinted with a hint of black from the heated argument earlier with his sister. Yes, he was mad, but no he wasn't super hateful towards her. There were just some aspects the he really didn't care for. For instance, when they were younger, he had saved her life, and this is how she acted towards him. She hated Chris with a burning passion, and it wasn't fair, but since when did life ever get fair? He was a demon, she was a witch. Naturally they were supposed to hate each other, but they had to work together so they could destroy all of the evil in the world. Or...at least in Belview for now. The seven of the teens in the family were supposed to do their job and vanquish all evil and blah blah blah. But anyway, back to the present.

Sitting on the cool bench he looked around. He had a feeling that something bad was going to happen, but he just didn't know what...oh god. She saw some girl do the "slip" trick. Talking to an average human and putting clothes into the bag. But there was a different aura to the girl. She didn't seem...human. She seemed different. Supernatural. Taking a deep look, he noticed that there was a tattoo on the back of her neck. Inhaling a sharp breath, he recognized it instantly. "Stryker," he whispered to himself. A lady was just passing by him when he had said that and looked at him oddly before stopping to talk to him.

"Excuse me, sir. Do you happen to know where the lady's room might be?"

"Um, right around the corner, ma'am."

And that was the end of the conversation quickly. The girl had walked off far enough away from the sound of the alarm so she wouldn't have been noticed. Of course, no one noticed so it was worthless to try and find the perp. Though Chris knew exactly what was going on and who the girl was. Okay, well he didn't know exactly who the girl was, but he was about to find out. Getting up with a groan, he walked over toward the girl, using a bit of shimmering to get him over there faster. Before she could notice anything, he quickly shimmered over behind her, tapping her on the shoulder.

"That wasn't very nice you know, demon..." he told her with an icy cold voice, a smirk playing upon his lips.

((Ick sorry.))

[Imagine Pennier]

Imagine had grown up with a lifestyle that she had adapted to quickly. She didn't see another option, such as not being like her parents. Maybe if she had different parents she could be a completely different person, with was most likely the case. She had gotten grief from many different peoples about her personality but so far she hadn't changed and wasn't planning on it either.

The mall wasn't Imagine's favorite place. It was filled with idiotic humans, who would like that? It was an icky sticky place filled with germs. The reason she was here then? She had nothing better to do. Her life was terribly boring. Normally she would have moved on by now to some town that was better but she was holding out because of the good ones. The good ones who are suppose to be destroying all the beings not on their side. Talk about a case of racism or thoughtism or whatever kind of -ism it might be.

There had been cases of killers out to destroy all beings in other places where she had lived. Imagine was actually attracted to place like that, more exciting. There was never more than three of them max and they were just grungy and unorganized. They distrusted each other more than the beings they were fighting. These seven though, they held promise. They actually were training and preparing to destroy beings like Imagine. Not that she would let them.

Imagine just kept walking down the mall. She had been her before so she knew all the shops and how to get wherever she wanted to go. She didn't have anything else to do here so she was planning on leaving when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She quickly jumped around, a little faster than a human would be able to do. A grin spread across her face as she saw who had approached her. He was hot.

"That wasn't very nice you know, demon..." So he wasn't an ignorant human. By looking at him for a second she guessed that he was another demon. How wonderful. She raised her eyebrows and him and returned the smirk, "Who ever said I was nice?" She reached her hand out and placed her fingers on the top of his shoulder before letting them fall down his chest feeling the muscles underneath his shirt. He was definitely too hot to pass up.

She put her hand back on his shoulder and began to walk around him showing off her agility slightly by making herself lighter on her feet. She hadn't met many beings while she had been here yet even though there were rumors that it was filled. Maybe now was the start. Once she made it all the way around back to his front she said, "Imagine." Knowing that it might take him a second to realize that was her name she took a step back to admire him once more. Damn. He was good-looking.

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[Chris]

I want to kiss you but if I do then I might miss you babe
It's complicated and stupid
Got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid
Guess he wants to play, wants to play

It was like looking at a solar eclipse. Dark in the center with an evil and entrancing depth to it while the outside of the circle glared with brightness, an image, reflection, or whatever you want to call it on the outside. A sham. But how it related to Imagine was a different story by itself. Imagine, she was a Stryker demon obviously, but she was not only that, but an evil one. On the appearance, or the outside of the eclipse, she was bubbly, nice yet with a twinge of naughtiness, and of course....absolutely fucking hot. But on the inside, the dark depths of the sheilding, she was evil. And although Chris couldn't see this yet, he knew that something was different, something wasn't what it should be. However, the feeling was left aside for the time being. She was evil, naughty, dirty, and the exact opposite of what he stood for, and yet...he was lusting for her. It was a lust that should be said as a "I hate you so much that I want you" kind of feeling. She was fascinating though how she could control her appearance to act like she was an innocent girl. Hell, from far away, she looked like a kid, but that was besides the point.

As Chris looked at her, stared her down as she circled him with her hands playing upon his chest, he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle of amusement. She was circling around him once, quick on her feet - obviously, it was a power that she had been given. He would show her his powers sometime. But not now...another time. Finally, when she finally stopped right in front of him, he looked down at her, their faces merely inches apart, and listened to her words.

"Imagine." was simply all that she had said. And that was enough.

Setting a hand on her upper arm, he smirked and looked into her eyes, trying to figure out her affiliation just from looking at her. They were clouded, however....hard to read. It was as if they were trying to do the same to him. He leaned down, closing the gap between them until he could feel her breath warm on his lips. He didn't kiss her, but instead, he wanted to be a tease, just as she was being to him. It was a game, a fun fun game that not only required his immediate attention, but it required her to play along, and from what he was currently seeing by her behavior, she was up and ready for it. That is, considering that she wasn't acting or anything, but the emotions that he were seeing were real. At least...as far as he could tell. With a small smirk, he murmured in a soft whisper,

"The name is Chris." With a laugh, he looked down at the ground briefly before finishing what he was going to say. "So...care to explain to me why you did that to the poor woman?"

And for now, that was all that could be said because anything more would not only give away the fact that he was a good demon, but also that he was one of the seven. So for now, everything was an act. A show.

A fake.

((Shit sorry...I didn't give you much to work with, did I? That sucked...))

[Imagine Pennier]

Did people ever pick their personalities? Do they ever make a conscious decision how they want to live their life? Most likely not, not until after they are away from all influences, including their parents. Really parents and families are the biggest influences on what a child is going to turn out like. Of course they go through their rebellious ages when they hate their parents and don't want to be like them. No matter how much they tried they couldn't change the influence they got from their parents. No matter how much they ran they couldn't escape what their parents had gave them, themselves.

Imagine watched to see what this guy would do. She had no idea who he was but all she knew was that he was incredible good-looking and he didn't approve of her little trouble-making. Imagine kept his gaze on him as he placed his arm and looked back at her. He seemed to be looking for something but she just kept her gaze on him. Imagine stayed still as he grew closer but instead of closing the gap between them he stayed where he was. "The name is Chris"

How much did a name tell about a person? Or how much did they not tell about a person? They grew up with that name so maybe they grew into it or maybe they didn't mean anything, they were just something to label a person so you could shout across the room at them. A name doesn't make you any different from everyone else. It makes you just the same.

Imagine took a step back and twirled around once as he continued speaking, So...care to explain to me why you did that to the poor woman? Imagine stopped and looked at him for a second evaluating why he would ask. Two reasons, he was making small talk or he was some good guy who really cared if she did something slightly not good. He might even know one of the seven. Now was the time to find out.

"Well, that depends all on if you approve or not..." she said slowly wanting to see what he would say. The two of them were testing each other trying to figure out who the other one was. It was a game that both of them were more than willing to play. At least Imagine was going to play the whole time we would see how he held in. If he caved hopefully the information would just flow from his mouth. For some reason she didn't see him letting her know where he stood.

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[Chris]

Throw it away forget yesterday
We'll make the great escape
We won't hear the words they say
They don't know us anyway

With each moment, it became harder and harder to breathe as Chris stared into Imagine's eyes. They gave away nothing, absolutely nothing, and that was the most difficult part of the entire situation. He looked deeply into her eyes, and the only thing that he could relate it to are black holes, vortexes in a way. They revealed nothing and absorbed whatever thoughts you had and making them go completely out of your head and into nothingness. All thoughts that he had before of trying to figure out everything vanished within the blink of an eye and no longer did the train of thought continue to run down its normal path.

Just as he felt a trickle of sweat drop down the back of his neck, he gulped harshly but silently while his right hand dropped down from her upper arm down to the elbow. With a small chuckle, he looked down at her, secretly checking her out, before looking back up into her eyes. What she had said was filled with a tone that made him question whether or not she was a neut (neutral) or not. But one word stuck out to him "approve." Now, a normal neut would not have cared, but this one.....this one was different. Maybe she was bad. It was a good guess, but whatever...he was just going to have to try and find something to help figure out which affiliation she was.

Taking a smooth step forward so their bodies touched completely and he could smell her sweet unique scent. With a small chuckle from deep within him, he murmured back, just loud enough so only she could hear, "Mmm...that depends as well..." He looked deeply into her eyes, a smirk creeping on the edges of his lips as his right hand slid down to her waist, gently setting it on there as a small shiver ran down his spine. Yes, he was intrigued by her, and he couldn't understand why. She was evil, and he was good....there was no way that the two of them could be together.

[Imagine Pennier]

Imagine had lived for years and she would live for years to come. She had learned a lot and she had a lot to learn. She had learned things about people and the way to go around doing things but that didn't mean she perfect. Every single situation was different and called for something slightly different which she could either blow or preform successfully. It tended to lean towards the second option, no matter what it was. Imagine just had that personality that people were drawn to and of course she played it up as much as she could.

She kept her eyes locked on Chris's. They didn't say anything but she could tell by the way his throat moved that he was gulping and most likely in a nervous sort of way or maybe in a way that showed he was ready for whatever came next. She felt his hand drop to her elbow and she didn't move it, yet. Honestly his hand felt good on her, actually wonderful. She wanted to just wrap her whole self around him but she knew that would do no good for getting him to tell her all his precious secrets. Eventually maybe, but not now.

Imagine's eyes followed his head as he looked downwards breaking the contact. Not that she blamed him for looking down, she knew that she was good looking. Her breath stopped for a second as their bodies completely touched. "Mmm...that depends as well..." In the information department they were getting nowhere. In the physical department they were defiantly going places.

His hand moved down to her waist and that was when Imagine knew the two of them could go all the way right there in the mall but she knew that lessened his chances of coming back for more. She had given too many guys exactly what they wanted the first time they saw her just to never see them again. Sometimes she didn't care one bit and that was exactly what she wanted too but this time she wanted to see this guy again. Something told her that he knew more than he was letting on.

Imagine placed her hand on his and removed it from her waist while taking a step back so they weren't touching. She dropped his hand gently stepping back again so they were farther apart then they had been almost the whole time they had been here. "I don't kiss on the first date, or anything more than that for that matter," she said smirking, "So I guess we will have to see each other again then, hm?" Without waiting for him to answer she took a pen out of her back pocket and reached out for his hand again flipping it palm up to write her cellphone number on it. 325-8825. She let his hand fall again taking another step backwards getting ready to leave. "Okay?"

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[Chris]

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