Raining Memories
Rinii Morlock
Bad Summary: Many people try to avoid getting out in the winter rains. They bundle themselves up by the fires in their houses, falling asleep and forgetting about the water coming down in torrents outside. Some say that they do this simply because it's just not their kind of weather while some say that it brings back bad memories... Memories... that aren't meant to be brought back to life...
~*~*~DISCLAIMER: I dun own Witch Hunter Robin, nor do I own any grand knowledge of the series... I just saw a few episodes last night at a friend's house.. I didn't even see the first one yet.. BUT ANYWHO! I dun own it! GO AWAY AND STOP LAUGHING AT ME! I dun see you owning it either!~*~*~
Raining Memories:: Chapter Numero Uno
Once again, it was raining, just as it had been for most of that month. The cold wind that blew through the area didn't help much either. The weather forecasts had predicted that within the week, snow would fall, but there was yet a flake falling that could be seen. Even though the air was biting cold and wet, many people had to get on with their daily lives, buying groceries and necessities that they would need to use in the following days, heading to their jobs, running their children places.
One place that you could be sure was never crowded during rainy days was the park. With the skies gray and dull, nobody went for walks or picnicked on the grassy hills. Large willows, oaks, pines, trees of all sorts lined the many paths that cut their way through the deserted grounds, but because it was winter, most of the trees has lost their bright green leaves and left behind seemingly dead branches. Most of the trees except, the pines and evergreens, which stayed alive even through the coldest weather.
While I say that you could be sure the park was never crowded, I never said that it was completely empty, and with that in mind, we'll focus on who exactly decided to venture into the park on this freezing, wet day.
A red-headed young woman in a dull black duster made her way down one particularly bleak path, a helmet tucked under one arm, and thin- rimmed, half-moon glasses adorning her pale face, drawing attention to her stunningly green eyes. Her hair was tied up, half and half on each side, with thin pieces of leather, and was slightly messy in the front, but still looking decent.
She was mysterious, and even though her clothes were less- that-attention-grabbing, you couldn't help but double take when you saw her. It was something that made her stand out, almost unnoticeable, but still there. If you dared to look close enough you'd see that one of the main reasons was that her eyes held pain, sadness, loneliness, but also a burning fire, a bright flame that very few had.
Her steps were steady and graceful, her eyes never leaving the path in front of her, her mystique not affected in the slightest by the weather. It seemed as if she was almost completely oblivious to the rainy world around her. The woman just kept walking at a steady pace, the water from the path barely touching the bottom hem of her black duster.
On the other side of the park was a man with a similar look to him. He wore a large black trench coat over black slacks, a black shirt, and black combat boots. His shaggy black hair and unshaven face, along with his dark gray eyes gave off a cold feeling, the unexplainable chill down your spine as you looked at him. Even from a distance, his movements screamed 'stay away'. He carried nothing, not even an umbrella, nor a grocery bag or briefcase.
The man walked just like the young woman, steady footfalls, the same speed as the other stranger's, eyes straightforward, never darting from place to place. He too looked immune to the wetness surrounding him.
If one were to look further ahead of these two lonely people, they would notice that the two paths they were on crossed and joined mere minutes from where the two were, and they would realize that within minutes, as the paths, the people would meet and be forced to walk in an uncomfortable silence unless one were to speed up or slow down their steps, lest start up a conversation to fill the gaping hole the silence left.
Not a minute later, one single, solitary snowflake fell, and then another, and another, until the dull, gray sky was filled with gentle, white, frozen droplets of water. At this, the young woman's emerald eyes left the path in front of her and turned to the sky, watching the snow quietly while the man's eyes stayed on the road in front of him. The woman, too content to pay attention where she was going, and the man, still closed to the world around him, ran right into each other as the two paths collided.
The girl let out a startled gasp, and dropped her helmet, her glasses falling off. The man stayed silent and raised his gray eyes up to meet bright green ones. Seconds passed, as the two just looked into each other's eyes, the man too secluded to say anything, and the woman still startled.
"I'm sorry," she girl said quietly in a soft voice, bending down to pick up her helmet. The man watched her as she did this, saying nothing.
"I'm Robin, Robin Sena," the red headed woman said, holding out a delicate, pale hand for the man to shake.
"Amon," the man replied, monotonously, taking one large, rough hand out of his trench coat pocket, shaking her hand.
"I'm sorry again," the girl now known as Robin said once more, and set off, heading forward, now still mostly blacked out to everyone, but little bit more aware of her surroundings.
"Robin Sena." Amon stood on the path for a few moments more before looking down at his feet where a pair of slim, half-moon glasses laid, the lenses a bit wet, but no damage really done. He reached down and picked them up with the hand still out of his pocket, raising them eye level to take a good look at them.
"Robin Sena," he said once again, monotonously, putting the glasses in his pocket and continuing his walk, the red headed girl now out of sight.
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See the sexy little button down there? YA! Click it! This is my FIRST story do I wanna know what you peoples think about it so I know if I should update or not.... WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA
Rinii Morlock
Bad Summary: Many people try to avoid getting out in the winter rains. They bundle themselves up by the fires in their houses, falling asleep and forgetting about the water coming down in torrents outside. Some say that they do this simply because it's just not their kind of weather while some say that it brings back bad memories... Memories... that aren't meant to be brought back to life...
~*~*~DISCLAIMER: I dun own Witch Hunter Robin, nor do I own any grand knowledge of the series... I just saw a few episodes last night at a friend's house.. I didn't even see the first one yet.. BUT ANYWHO! I dun own it! GO AWAY AND STOP LAUGHING AT ME! I dun see you owning it either!~*~*~
Raining Memories:: Chapter Numero Uno
Once again, it was raining, just as it had been for most of that month. The cold wind that blew through the area didn't help much either. The weather forecasts had predicted that within the week, snow would fall, but there was yet a flake falling that could be seen. Even though the air was biting cold and wet, many people had to get on with their daily lives, buying groceries and necessities that they would need to use in the following days, heading to their jobs, running their children places.
One place that you could be sure was never crowded during rainy days was the park. With the skies gray and dull, nobody went for walks or picnicked on the grassy hills. Large willows, oaks, pines, trees of all sorts lined the many paths that cut their way through the deserted grounds, but because it was winter, most of the trees has lost their bright green leaves and left behind seemingly dead branches. Most of the trees except, the pines and evergreens, which stayed alive even through the coldest weather.
While I say that you could be sure the park was never crowded, I never said that it was completely empty, and with that in mind, we'll focus on who exactly decided to venture into the park on this freezing, wet day.
A red-headed young woman in a dull black duster made her way down one particularly bleak path, a helmet tucked under one arm, and thin- rimmed, half-moon glasses adorning her pale face, drawing attention to her stunningly green eyes. Her hair was tied up, half and half on each side, with thin pieces of leather, and was slightly messy in the front, but still looking decent.
She was mysterious, and even though her clothes were less- that-attention-grabbing, you couldn't help but double take when you saw her. It was something that made her stand out, almost unnoticeable, but still there. If you dared to look close enough you'd see that one of the main reasons was that her eyes held pain, sadness, loneliness, but also a burning fire, a bright flame that very few had.
Her steps were steady and graceful, her eyes never leaving the path in front of her, her mystique not affected in the slightest by the weather. It seemed as if she was almost completely oblivious to the rainy world around her. The woman just kept walking at a steady pace, the water from the path barely touching the bottom hem of her black duster.
On the other side of the park was a man with a similar look to him. He wore a large black trench coat over black slacks, a black shirt, and black combat boots. His shaggy black hair and unshaven face, along with his dark gray eyes gave off a cold feeling, the unexplainable chill down your spine as you looked at him. Even from a distance, his movements screamed 'stay away'. He carried nothing, not even an umbrella, nor a grocery bag or briefcase.
The man walked just like the young woman, steady footfalls, the same speed as the other stranger's, eyes straightforward, never darting from place to place. He too looked immune to the wetness surrounding him.
If one were to look further ahead of these two lonely people, they would notice that the two paths they were on crossed and joined mere minutes from where the two were, and they would realize that within minutes, as the paths, the people would meet and be forced to walk in an uncomfortable silence unless one were to speed up or slow down their steps, lest start up a conversation to fill the gaping hole the silence left.
Not a minute later, one single, solitary snowflake fell, and then another, and another, until the dull, gray sky was filled with gentle, white, frozen droplets of water. At this, the young woman's emerald eyes left the path in front of her and turned to the sky, watching the snow quietly while the man's eyes stayed on the road in front of him. The woman, too content to pay attention where she was going, and the man, still closed to the world around him, ran right into each other as the two paths collided.
The girl let out a startled gasp, and dropped her helmet, her glasses falling off. The man stayed silent and raised his gray eyes up to meet bright green ones. Seconds passed, as the two just looked into each other's eyes, the man too secluded to say anything, and the woman still startled.
"I'm sorry," she girl said quietly in a soft voice, bending down to pick up her helmet. The man watched her as she did this, saying nothing.
"I'm Robin, Robin Sena," the red headed woman said, holding out a delicate, pale hand for the man to shake.
"Amon," the man replied, monotonously, taking one large, rough hand out of his trench coat pocket, shaking her hand.
"I'm sorry again," the girl now known as Robin said once more, and set off, heading forward, now still mostly blacked out to everyone, but little bit more aware of her surroundings.
"Robin Sena." Amon stood on the path for a few moments more before looking down at his feet where a pair of slim, half-moon glasses laid, the lenses a bit wet, but no damage really done. He reached down and picked them up with the hand still out of his pocket, raising them eye level to take a good look at them.
"Robin Sena," he said once again, monotonously, putting the glasses in his pocket and continuing his walk, the red headed girl now out of sight.
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See the sexy little button down there? YA! Click it! This is my FIRST story do I wanna know what you peoples think about it so I know if I should update or not.... WAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA