Sheena is a punk rocker....[Open]

[ava rose]

Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Talk that, talk that smack
Pot kettle, pot kettle black
Watch your, watch your back

The night was just beginning. As soon as the sun hit the horizon and the moon lit up the joint, the monsters came out to play. Ava had just arrived to the big apple and she was itchin to hunt. New York was full of shadows, nice hiding places for monsters. On the flip side, the lights and glamor were perfect for bitches that wanted more aka witches.

Ava parked her red 1965 Mustang Shelby outside of Central Park. She hated to leave her baby out in the open but she knew she needed to maker her rounds. She got a list of hot spots from Ville and so decided to check the park out. It seem cliche for a monster to lurk in the woods but she figured these bastards were pretty ancient and so they figure it was still "in" to hide in the trees. Ava tucked her double desert eagles into her leather pants with her white AC/DC tee over them.

She made her way into the park. It was still early enough for people to still be strolling in the park. She cursed her under breathe since that just made her job more difficult. She wished all of them would be smart enough to just go home and let her hunt. She took a seat on one of the benches by the fountain and started to people watch. She was watching people closely to see who was really human in the mix.

[gioia hendersen]

Gioia Hendersen was the girl who took evening jogs through Central Park. With her iPod sitting in both ears she tuned out the world. It was just what the young witch did at night. With the dark blue sports bra and black capri pants, she looked just like any other teenager jogging in the park.

The sun started to set and she knew that in the night sometimes creatures that didn't show themselves in day let themselves be known at night. Just because she was young didn't mean that she wasn't naive.

With her iPod on shuffle she heard one of her favorite songs. The iPod became turned up as loud as it could so that if she heard anything at all around, it was now tuned out completely. There wasn't a care in the world for this raven haired witch. She followed the jogging path around a heavily forested area of the park.


OUTFIT: this

[athendora delamontre]

&Slander and Dissension/They're parlor games to me/Papers overrun with lies too mad to mention
&
&Well someone lock me up/and throw away the key/because I'm not ashamed/that I only write love songs/ to those whom I don't love/ I only reach for him/ who's tied to someone elses glove.
&

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Athendora was in a dangerous mood that evening. Things had grown dull and quiet in the town of late. She needed a thrill. Badly. So, she found herself stalking a young, rebelious-looking slayer through a park that night. Each footstep was silent, every breath she took for no reason, as silent as the grave.

She watched the girl with intent eyes, waiting to make herself known. That was when another girl caught her eye. A witch. Anthendora was equally intrigued. She couldn't believe her luck. Perhaps, tonight, things would become much, more more interesting.

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Outfit:
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[gioia hendersen]

As Gioia came jogging around the turn where the park bench that was occupied by another raven haired young woman, some in her skin crawled. She wasn't sure what it was but she took a side glance at the raven hair young woman. The raven haired woman wasn't alone. Behind her she spotted a fiery red head behind her. Something just didn't feel right. And right now Gioia wasn't feeling to confident about the situation on hand. What if something was to happen to her? She had heard rumors about slayers, shape shifters, vampires, and demons. But she thought they were all myths. Then again she thought witches were a myth but she turned out to be one.

It was the first time in Gioia's life that she didn't want attention being drawn to her. It was weird but she wanted to blend into the shadows for once. The iPod got cranked up louder and the pace of the jog quickened. She didn't want to be seen but for some reason she thought she had already been spotted and that this night was about to get just a little more heated then just her body from the jogging.

[athendora delamontre]

&Slander and Dissension/They're parlor games to me/Papers overrun with lies too mad to mention
&
&Well someone lock me up/and throw away the key/because I'm not ashamed/that I only write love songs/ to those whom I don't love/ I only reach for him/ who's tied to someone elses glove.
&

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As the witch girl ran, Athenodora wondered quite what witch blood tasted. She imagined that perhaps it was effected by magic. She wondered if maybe that only helped to heighten the taste. Or worsened it. She was not a fan of female blood.

Still...

She smiled as a plan formulated in her mind. Perhaps she would dine on witch blood tonight. Within moments, she appeared on the road right in front of the witch, with a sweetly dark smile on her face.

[gioia hendersen]

The running came to a halt as Gioia's heart skipped a beat. All of a sudden right in front of her was a girl who didn't look that much older than her. She was puzzled for a moment before she wrote it off as a her being a space case. The blue eyes looked the girl up and down. There was something in that girl's eyes that she could see that wasn't all too pleasant. After all how could it be that this girl stood right in front of her not even looking phased.

She knew the myths about other creatures besides witches but that's what she thought that they were myths. There couldn't be any such things as vampires, werewolves, monsters. But if witches were not myths then maybe just maybe all the other creatures she was taught about that didn't exist lurked around every corner.

The earphone came out of the ear as looked the girl dead in the eye. "Can I help you?" she asked in her snobbiest coldest voice.

[cammile]

Cammile was leaning up against a tree, watching the whole day go on right in front of her, un aware to her being there. It was one of her favorite things to do, study human nature and what not. It was also somewhat entertaining. Watching all the boys come at lunch time to smoke a special cig, and the girl to come and flaunce about in their short skirts, trying to get the attention of the boys.

It amused her. But she was brought out of her reverie when a dangerous looking girl walked into the park. Every pore on the girls body oozed 'hunter'. She was actually quite typical for a hunter. AC/DC shirt, tough looking boots, and the whole shabang. Too much Dean Winchester for Cammile, unless it was actually Deann who was in front of her, she would have nothing to do with hunters. She chucked to herself over her infatuation with the fictional hunter.

She began to leave, not wanting her night to be ruined by a hunter, when a familiar scent made her freeze.

Athendora

she glanced around quickly, and saw her wild red hair. she was behind the hunter at first, but then a more appealing prey caught her eye apparently, because she was suddenly in front of a raven haired girl who was out jogging. A witch. Cammile sighed. Athendora better not do anything reckless with a hunter so near. Cammile knew better than anyone how annoying they could get. Since they could not kill vampires (it did not stop them from trying) all they would do is bother you to no end, forcing you to move.

She came from her hiding spot, and walked up to the two, a friendly smile on her deadly face. She would not Athendora feed from a witch, one, she did not know what Althendora might get from it, and two, it was in the middle of central park.

"Athendora," She said, her smile spreading. she did not know athendora all too well, but she had met her many times, staying in Volterra for quite some time in her long, long life. 'How nice to see you, I see Aro was too weak to control you then?"

[gioia hendersen]

Aro, Athenodora, what names where these anyway. They sounded so forigen to Gioia. The witch looked the new girl up and down who came to talk to the one she called Athenodora. That girl looked awfully fimaliar. Maybe she went to the Parthenon.

Right now Gioia felt threaten by both of the girls standing there. It seemed like something was about to go down and Gioia figured if there was anytime to use her powers it would be now.

[aro volturi]

Aro stolled into the park. His guard abandoned somewhere in Bronx. he wanted to see new york these days, by himself, without seeing flapping cloaks all around him. It was still early in the day when he began to walk the park, and by night fall, he just sat beyond the tree line on a bench, a slight smile on his face. His clothes were fairly recent, he wagered, although, he could care less about who he wore. This suit, that he wore, was a deep gray three piece suit. it fit him well.

He smelled humans everywhere, but would not hunt tonight, the plump little meal he had earlier in the day had filled him completely. He took a deep breath, and stopped shortly. Athendora. A snarl grew on his face slightly, but he cleared it away. He had cleared her out, and his new wife was perfect, complient.

He got up, and made his way over, seeing a vampire, by the name of Cammile and a strange scented raven haired girl.

"Ah, Athendora, how splended to see you here, what a suprise," He smiled pleasently, clasping his hands together. "What a suprise indeed"