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Post by Harmony on Nov 11, 2008 13:16:23 GMT -5
Harmony followed him out hand in hand. He said something about a store down the street. She smiled. "That's amazing. . .You knew i was thirsty and you knew I wouldn't want alcohol. . . what a gentlemen. . "
She felt him pull his hand away. She was kind of sad he did. He started leading her down 21st street. She smiled, she kept pace with him. She was glad she had to practice keeping her balance, because in these heels anyone could fall and brake their ankle.
She walked kind of confident. She was happy, she guessed she looked better than she thought. He had called her beautiful and was about to get her a drink. She walked close to him. Close enough to where their arms brushed each others, She was glad he gave her his jacket it was cold out. she turned to him. "I know you are cold. . .You can have have your jacket back? I'll be ok. . "
She pulled out her phone out of her purse quickly and texted Melody.
"Hey Mel. . I am with someone. . .I will call you when I get
Home. . . Have fun! ~Kisses~ Harmony <3"
She put her phone up and smiled looking at Dean, and his great manly features. She melted a bit in her mind. . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 11, 2008 13:23:24 GMT -5
He smiled. "Ain't I though?" He laughed softly. He was just joking. That's what he did. He was also pretty damn sarcastic at times. "You keep it." He smiled. "For now that is." He shoved a hand into the pocket of his dark blue jeans.
Thankfully, he wore a long sleeve dark blue fleece shirt. It kept him pretty warm at times. He could feel her arm brushing against his, and he smiled down at her. "So..." He bit his lower lip. "What do you do for fun?" He raised a brow at her, a small smirk on his face as he opened the store's door for her.
He waited till she walked in, and then walked in himself. He stood there a moment, looking around. "Hey, where's your cold drinks?" He asked a worker.
"Over on isle seven." The man answered.
Dean nodded and nodded at Harmony to follow.
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Post by Harmony on Nov 11, 2008 13:38:42 GMT -5
Harmony smiled they were getting close to the store he was talking about. He bit his lip, and she wanted to look at him that way thw whole time, but she just walked closed to the building door. He asked her what she did for fun. She wasn't planning on telling someone she just met what she really did.
"I workout, and train. . I guess you can say I am a kick boxxer in training. . " She wasn't really lying either. She was training, and she was learning lots of Kick boxxing moves, and she was working out, alot too. He opened the door for her.
She walked in the store. It was alot warmer in here than it was outside. She was relieved. He asked the clerk where his drinks were, he said isle 7. Dean started walking towards isle 7, she followed. When they got on the isle she looked at him. "What do you do for fun. . "
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Post by Dean on Nov 11, 2008 13:51:09 GMT -5
"Kick boxxer huh?" He smirked, looking at the pop and bottled water. She then asked him what he did for fun. A sly grin spread to his lips. "Well. I take my car and go hit the road." He shrugged. He wasn't about to tell her that he use to hunt down anti's.
"I listen to rock and metal music. Like ACDC." He shook his head. "I love that group." He walked through the isle, and picked up a bottled water for himself, and one for Harmony.
Taking his bottle of water, and putting it to his lips, he acted like it was a microphone. And started to sing, mind you, he's not the best singer. But he pulls it off, somehow. "Knockin' me out with those american thighs. Takin' more than her share, Had me fightin' for air. She told me to come, but I was already there." He smiled, dancing around the store.
"'Cause the walls start shakin', the earth was quakin', My mind was achin. And we were makin and you- Shook me all night long!" He stopped, bursting in to a laugh. "Yeah, so." He shrugged.
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Post by Harmony on Nov 11, 2008 14:53:16 GMT -5
Harmony stood there the whole time laughing. It was cute. The way he acted and looked he didn't look at day over 19, but the music he listened to you could tell. She giggled. The lyrics to that song were extrmemely funny, she couldn't help but laugh.
At the end of his little preformance, she clapped. She had to put her hand over her mouth after clapping to stop herself from laughing any harder than she had. She walked over to him, and grabbed her drink from him. She dug in her purse for a dollar and some change.
"I'll pay for mine. . I don't want to intrude. . " She smiled. Then she was glad she brought clothes to change into, in her over sized bag. "Can you take my money and pay for it? Now that i am out of the club I really want to change. . . " She walked to the bathroom, and quickly changed.
She walked out of the bathroom in an outfit similar to her dress combonation. An emerald green button up shirt, a large gold belt around her stomach, black skinny jeans, and her same stilletoe shoes. She was glad that green looked good on her, and Melody thought to pick this out for her too. Her hair still long and straight, she walked confidently back over to Dean at the cash register. She had changed in about 3 minutes and 36 seconds. She was getting good at changing quick, she was proud. . . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 11, 2008 14:59:25 GMT -5
"Thank you, thank you." He bowed, laughing. As she handed him some change, he wanted to say No, that he would cover it. But she went off to change. "Okay." He walked over to the register and grabbed 2 candy bars as well.
"That's $3.50." The woman said with a smile, obviously flirting.
"Thanks, keep the change." He handed her a five, keeping Harmony's change, hoping to later hand it back. He walked to the door and waited for her. Soon enough, she came walking out.
He smirked as she reached his side. "Lovely." He eyed her up and down, barely notciable. "She's seventeen Dean..." He repeated over and over in his mind. "Ready?" He opened the door for her, and they walked back towards the club.
"Well." He stopped and looked at her. "Want to just sit in a warm car and talk?"
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Post by Harmony on Nov 11, 2008 15:11:01 GMT -5
Harmony liked that he seemed to like what she changed into. Melody said it made her look curvy, and like she had a huge butt in skinny jeans. She walked confident like out of the store. Even though she was in heels she was originally short, and she was still shorter than Dean in stilletos. She smiled and walked next to him.
Her shirt had sleeves that stopped at her elbows, but she still wore his jacket. She just like the fact he offered it to him. Not to mention it smelled like cologne, a good kind too. She looked over at him as he asked the question. "Sure. . .sounds good. . i wasn't really up to going back to the club anyways. . . well atleast not right now." She blushed that was a big deal on her part. Being the shy girl she is, she never really flirts alot. She was flirting now. . .Just nat as much as Melody. . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 11, 2008 15:24:21 GMT -5
"Alright." He lead her down the block to his 1967 Cevrolet Impala, unlocked the passanger door and opened it up. "Oh." He laughed, reaching in and grabbing his cell off the seat. "There ya go." He walked around and unlocked his side. He turned on the car, and it blasted Bon Jovi's Dead or alive. He quickly turned it down and looked around to see if anyone else could hear it as loud as they did. Smiling, more or less smirking, he started the car. Turning up the heat, he sat back. For some odd reason, he wanted to tell her who he was, what he did, and why he was here in New York. But he quickly swallowed the idea. He let out a noticable sigh, and then turned to her. "So, You from New York, born and raised or what?" |
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Post by Harmony on Nov 11, 2008 15:37:38 GMT -5
Harmony sat down in the passengers seat. She was glad when he put the heat on. She sat up arching her back to take his jacket off. She smiled at him. The fact that Bon Jovi blasted form his car made her want to giggle.
She sat back with the jacket in her lap. "No. . I was bron and raise mostly in California. . .i just moved her about 3 months ago. . .With my friend you saw back there in the club. . ." She wanted to let him know what she really did, but she really wasn't up for the debate on Anti Vs. Pro Mutant debate.
She didn't even know if he was an Anti or if he was a mutant. She shuddered, barely noticable. What id he was a mutant? She couldn't tell. . .she didn't know what to do. He had been so nice she hadn't sensed anything mutant like aobut him. Maybe she was just being too tense.
"I like it here. . . Not enough space. . .too many people. . . feels like home. . " She giggled she was being sarcastic, but she really did like it here. "What about you?"
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Post by Dean on Nov 11, 2008 15:52:31 GMT -5
"City of brotherly love." He laughed, placing a hand on the steering wheel. He smiled. "My brother is back there in College at the moment." He shook his head lightly.
Weird, he was running out of things to talk about. He basically covered all the basics, name, origin, what you do for fun. All that was left was music, which she already knew what he liked. "What kind of music do you listen to?" He wanted to smack himself right about now.
"Got any brothers or sisters?"
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Post by Harmony on Nov 11, 2008 15:57:46 GMT -5
Harmony smiled. "I like just about everything. . mostly Rock though. . " She smiled. "I write my own songs. . .and i sing and play guitar. . " She paused, should she go on. "Would you like to hear. . .part of a song. . " She smiled and waited for a reply. While she waited she answered his question. "No i have no sibilings. . .although my and Sky. . .the guy my friend was dancing with like to think we are brother and sister. . ."
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Post by Dean on Nov 11, 2008 16:08:32 GMT -5
He smiled. "Really?" He turned towards her, leaning against the car door. "Yeah. Go for it." He nodded. He listened as she spoke about the guy dancing with Melody. "Ahh, that's cool." He said, his lips puckered, nodding.
[sorry so short]
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Post by Harmony on Nov 11, 2008 21:31:25 GMT -5
"Kay. . " Harmony replied. Out of all of her lyrics, this one song was perfect for this situation. "This is part of a song I call "Time to Be Your 21". . ." She cleared her throat and then began. . .
" Time to be your only one,
To almost be you're way too young,
Time to crash into the sun,
Time to be your 21,
Time to dream that love with last,
Time to drive my car too fast,
Time to walk before I run,
Time to be,
Ohh time to be your 21"
She stopped, and took a deep breath. She didn't know if he would like it or not. She looked at him with her pleading eyes, hoping it wasn't that bad. . . .
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Post by Dean on Nov 12, 2008 12:02:40 GMT -5
Dean listened intently to the song, and then smiled when she finished. "That was... wow." He gave her a reassuring smile. "You have a beauitiful voice." He said lowly. Funny how the song was desribing someone wanting to be older, to be with someone else.
He sighed a little, he wished she was of age. But she wasn't, though she was close to eighteen. Damn, if Sam were here, he'd be laughing at him. Suddenly, his cell began to ring, playing ACDC's Back in Black. He quirked a smile and shrugged. "One sec, it's my brother."
He flipped open the phone. "Hey, Sammy."
"Dean, I have a problem."
Dean froze a minute. "What?"
He could hear hard breathing at the other end. "I'm being chased... down a street..."
"Damn it Sam. Shoot him." Immediantly, dean turned to look at Harmony, and smiled softly.
"No weapons!" Sam yelled back at his brother.
"Jesus, where are you?" Dean replied, putting the car in drive.
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Post by Harmony on Nov 12, 2008 15:16:29 GMT -5
One minute he was complimenting her voice, and the next he was on the phone. As much as she tried not to listen to the conversation, she couldn't help herself. She heard the person on the other line say he was being chased. She sighed. Oh lord. the next words that came out of Dean's mouth startled her a bit. She heard him say shoot him.
Even though he looked at her with a soft smile, she was not buying this crap. She took a deep breath, and when she had calmed herself she focused back, on his conversation. When it sounded like there was a pause she spoke in a hushed tone. "Is the person you are talking to okay?" She asked intent on knowing obviously the person needed help, and she didn't want to be the reason he didn't go to help.
{Sorry so short}
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Post by Dean on Nov 12, 2008 16:34:25 GMT -5
Dean pulled the phone away from his mouth, and spoke softly back to her. "No, he's not." He shook his head. "Where are you Sam?"
"Uh, back alley in New York. Shit, Dean, I don't fucking know."
"Nice." He looked back at Harmony. "You might want to buckle up." He said, as he stepped on the gas. "What the hell are you doing here Sam?" He sighed, turning his attention back to the phone.
"I.. have no clue.." Dean could hear him breathing rather hard, and he heard a shot.
"Sam!" He yelled, turning a sharp corner. Suddenly the phone disconnected. "Shit." He threw it back in the back seat. "Sorry about this..." He mumbled, directing it towards Harmony.
[no problems]
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Post by Harmony on Nov 12, 2008 16:52:28 GMT -5
She bucked up quickly. She was starting to get a little worried. As he stepped on the gas, he yelled shit, and apologized. "No. . .its fine just get to where you need to go. . I am here to help."
She was so glad she had been going to training for about 16 weeks now. She knew alot about defense, and she could help him. . If he let her. She quickly searched through her bag, she found her hair tie rather quickly. She slipped it on her wrist real quick. She then ran her finger across the switch blade had for emergencies. If she needed to she would use it.
She shut her bag ang zipped it up. She quickly tied her hair up in a quick, but very sexy bun. She probably needed to put her knife somewhere she could easily get to it. She made syre he wasn't looking then, quickly grabbed it out of her bag. Luckily, she had a little pocket made in her bra, for important things. It had to be just the right size. She slipped her hand down her shirt and stuck it in the pocket.
She looked back over at Dean. He seemed to have been very worried. She didn't really now how to comfort him, but she hated seeing people unhappy. She reached her hand over and placed it on his shoulder. "I am sure everything is going to be alright. . " She held her breath. Atleast she really hoped it would.
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Post by Dean on Nov 12, 2008 16:59:24 GMT -5
"He said some back alley..." He mumbled, looking around as he sped down the street. "Hell, there's tons of back alleys here." He sighed. He felt her hand on his shoulder, and listened as she said it would be okay.
"I hope so." His lips pursed together. Just as they reach 54th street, a shot rang out. He slammed on the breaks, closing his eyes and listening intently. Thank god for enchanced senses, he could still hear the aftershock ringing. He stepped out of the car and opened the trunk. Reached in, he grabbed his sawed off shotgun, cocked it and smirked.
"You should stay here..." He turned and looked at her. He didn't want her getting hurt...
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Post by Harmony on Nov 12, 2008 17:06:40 GMT -5
Harmony giggled even though it was not a laughing matter at all. She didn't know who was in danger, but whoever it was, the person was important to Dean. She climbed out of the car. "I'm going. . .What happens if you get hurt. . ."
She saw that he was running towards and alley way. She gracefully walked fast to where he was going. She wasn't going to get hurt. She had been working on her defensive moves for a while now. She was sure not to get hurt.
She followed behind him afraid of what she might see. . She waited for him to say something before she moved from behind him. . . ..
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Post by Dean on Nov 12, 2008 17:14:46 GMT -5
Dean was extremely close to his brother, and some would say over protective of his family. But, they had been through alot. It was Dean's responsibility to take care of things, since he was the oldest.
He knew Harmony had followed him, though he told her to stay with the car. He shook his head and turned a corner. He saw a figure standing infront of a lifeless dead body. It was too dark to see who was who.
He stepped closer, silent as the night, placing his gun to the unknown man's head. "Don't move."
The man raised his hands in the air, and slowly turned around. "Dean..."
Dean's eyes widen, and he engulfed his brother in a hug. "Jesus christ Sam." He muttered.
"I know..." He said just as low, patting Dean on the back, he saw harmony and raised a brow. "You brought a girl with you to help save me?"
"Uh..." Dean looked back at Harmony. "Yes?" He cracked a smile, happy to see his brother was safe. "Come on." He nodded, turning around and walking back to the car, his gun rested on his shoulder. "Sam, Harmony. Harmony, my brother Sam." He said, reaching the car.
Opening the driver door, he stopped. "You two can fight over who rides shotgun." He smirked, climbing into the car.
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