Escape artists [open!]

[megan]

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It was usually busy for that time of the day, but the young female seemed as if she could care less. Set away from the group of tourists and random people scattered around the beach on the slightly overcast day, Leah found a dead log that had been spit back out from the sea. It was high on the beach, where one thought high tide didn't normally reach. She knew better than to venture down there on a weekend, which was why it was Tuesday. The local kids were in school, well most of them at least, and the tourists were few in numbers. It was her escape, and had been since she was younger. Leah figured it was everyone's escape, though. It had a serene sense to it, calm and peaceful. Even when the beach was host to parties and cookouts, it held it's halcyon.

That's what she needed. Peace. Seemingly a normal young female, most would say she had little to complain about. She on the other hand would beg to disagree. Being a...Leah couldn't bring herself to say the word werewolf. She was battling inner demons when she herself viewed her curse as a demon. Werewolves were things of nightmares, as were vampires. And until recently, she had believed that was all it was. But, as always, she was wrong.

Just like she had been wrong about Sam. The thought struck her deep inside as she closed her eyes, her thoughts drifting back to her freshman year, before Sam Uley's change, and before he imprinted on her cousin. It was one of those things, you need one thing, but once you get it, there are consequences. Leah's consequence to peace was haunting memories. Something she didn't want to think about. She had half a mind to turn and escape to the forest, if only she wasn't mentally linked to everyone else.

Instead, Leah rose from her spot on the dead wood, noticing the group of tourists leaving as she walked up a sand and dirt incline to a slight drop off above the beach. Where the forest met the ocean. She didn't have to change to walk the forest. Changing was her last choice, always. Her feet shuffled along the forest flooring, and she could hear every twig that she stepped on. Her heightened sense of hearing infuriated her more than pleased her. Anything werewolf related was of a negative to her. Her hands subconsciously rubbed her upper arms and forearms, feeling the muscles that had seemingly formed out of no where. How could someone not be curious in her sudden lifestyle change? Most probably thought she was just taking the blow from Sam hard and had turned butch. Leah let a depressing sigh escape her lips. She felt butch. She no longer felt herself, because herself was no longer to be found.

She stopped rather quickly, her head snapping to the left. The twig and leaves that had rustle were not made by her. She could smell it in the air, rolling her eyes after a moment. It was nothing, just one of her pack brothers. Leah was curious as to why he was so close to the beach. "Brady, it's not nice to follow people." She muttered, turning on her heel and continuing walking. He seemed to back off, which made her swell slightly with authority. It was a good feeling to have someone do something she wanted them to do, even if she hadn't exactly told him to do so. There was another twig that snapped, and a few more leaves that rustled, but Leah ignored them to the best of her abilities. The newer members of the pack that she so desperately wished she was not apart of, would learn soon enough to give her her space.

She tugged slightly on her sleeve, her skin hot to the touch. She didn't need a jacket, in fact if she had worn one she would have been dying by now. The flimsy, thin shirt was enough for her, and it was really just something to wear. She was tired of walking around in sweats and carrying extra cloths on her leg. That day she was determined not to shift, it was a promise she had made herself make.

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POST STATUS:[/color] Finished !
TEMPLATE CREDIT TO:[/color] sydknee says!
LYRICS CREDIT TO:[/color] wolf like me -- tv on the radio !
ROLEPLAYING WITH:[/color] open !
WHERE WE AT?:[/color] first beach / the forest? !
WORD COUNT:[/color] seven oh eight (708) !
LOOKING LIKE:[/color] outfit here !
NOTES:[/color] woo first post ![/size]
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[Bella Swan]

"When I look into his eyes, it seems all the problems in the world go away and I'm floating in mid-air."

For one reason or another Bella had decided to go down to La Push today. Not really to see Jake but she had hoped that he was out and about. Maybe just to see if he how he was doing. She wasn’t going to push her self on him. Really she wasn’t. she had parked her truck at the entrance to first beach and made her way to the water. The same water that had almost lead her to her death. And Edwards death too. She shuddered
at that thought. That was not something she was going to think about… ever again. Not so much her life but Edwards is what scared her. She didn’t want to think about that god like body ever dying. It was never something that she would ever want to think about again. Hopefully when she married him and he turned her she would never have to think about it again.

Sighing she kept a watch on the water, there was something relaxing about the waves beating against the shore line. This was a place she could get away too. Though she knew that she wouldn’t be able to use it much longer. For she was gong to become something that those here hated. That thought hurt her but not enough to change her mind, she was still very much in love with Edward and would do what ever in her power to be with him. Sighing once more she took one last look out into the water then made her way into the forest. Not her best idea but she needed to think about things.

Making her way into the forest she didn’t her the rustling of leaves until she was right up on the person or rather werewolf. She knew that person. Leah. Though she stayed quite for a minute because what she heard made her smile. "Brady, it's not nice to follow people." So Leah didn’t know that it was me. She muttered to herself. It wasn’t often that people didn’t know who she was. With Edward being the love of her life and Alice seeing her future all the time. It could get annoying.

She had finally stepped out of the thick trees bringing herself beside Leah. “I’m not Brady but I can leave you alone if you want. Though I know that look. You need to talk.” she said, sitting down. “I know you hate me.. But I’m a good listener.” she said, looking down. She didn’t know if Leah really hated her but that’s how she felt. And she knew of a lot of people that hated her. She sighed again and looked up to Leah once more. She needed someone to talk to herself but she would listen to Leah if she needed and hopefully Leah would listen to her afterword.

TAG;;; Leah,,, anyone else
CREDIT::: ME myself and I. oh and whom ever thought the lovely quote up.
WORD COUNT;;; 481
NOTES;;; nope