Just A Girl (Open)

[AimeeZero]

OOC:
Looking for anyone who wants to play a part in this, male or female, either gender character welcome in this. I'm just up for some fun. Storyline could work, or if you just want good ol' fashioned fucking, well, that could work too. I would prefer someone who has a good level of writing skill to write with here, mind you.

I'm up for anything just PM me with your character and ideas and we can get this thing started.

IC:
Claire was just 'that girl'. She lived in a quiet suburb of a quiet town with her older sister being the only one to look after her. She felt her life was just normal. Plain and boring even, and that she was just another face in an endless crowd of sightly more interesting people. A bit of a bleak outlook on life you might say, sure it was, but Claire didn't let that get her down. She lived her life on impulse, she was 'that girl' but she was also 'that fun loving girl'.

The sun was shining over the dull cul-de-sac, in which Claire and her sister lived, and people where outside enjoying such an unexpected turn in to weather. That included our young woman. She was out on her front porch reclining in a lawn chair, clad in nothing more than a bikini and a pair of shorts, showing off her curvy body. Her light brown curly hair was splayed out behind her a pair of shades covering her blue hued eyes as she caught a little bit of a nap in the warm summer sun.

Little did she know that many a person where after her ... She was after all 'just a girl'.

 

[gagonthis]

Nathan drove slowly through the cul de sac his eyes searching for the address he sought. What he got was an eyeful of his target instead. Laying on the lawn chair, the sun kissing her skin, his eyes moved across her body, noticing the way her back arched up to meet the warmth coming out of the sky, her breasts straining against the fabric of the bikini. It suddenly became very hot in the car, and it certainly wasn't the heat outside that was causing Nathan to sweat. He licked his lips as he stared at the girl...

Then slammed on his brakes hard to avoid running into the parked car in front of him. The squealing caused him to wince. So much for being even the smallest bit inconspicuous. He breathed out heavily. He needed to focus on what he was here for, and it certainly wasn't carnal pleasures of the flesh. He took the picture out of his pocket one more time, making sure the identity was a match. There really couldn't be any doubt. With a bit of effort he forced the door on the old el camino open, stepping out into the hot sun. It assaulted him, especially beneath the heavy leather trench coat he wore. Still it was the price he had to pay for what he hid on his back. He opened the coat as he approached the girl's home, seeing the strange look she was giving him from under her sunglasses. He straightened his white collar as he looked down at the girl. "Hello. I am Father Nathan. I'm looking for a young lady by the name of Claire..."

OOC: Sorry just noticed the request for PM, I'll delete if ya want

 

[AimeeZero]

Well ... you have the part anyway it seems

IC:

"Hello. I am Father Nathan. I'm looking for a young lady by the name of Claire..." ​

Claire lifted her sunglasses on to her head, and leaned up on her elbows, giving this guy a look. If he was wearing a trench coat in this weather, she didn't know if she really wanted to know him. Even if he was looking for her, he was just weird, though did call himself 'Father' Nathan, and the white collar confirmed that to be true. She stared him straight in the eye, as if she was trying to get him to back down and go away. She was sunbathing, and here he was, a complete stranger, disturbing her and pretending to be some sort of holy man. Claire had no idea what a man like that would be doing looking for her...

She was boring.

Surely ...

"You've found her" She said simply, looking him up and down, trying to figure out why he was wearing that damn trench coat. He looked absolutely boiling in that thing, surely he would have preferred to go with out it on such a glorious day as today.

Claire was still preoccupied however with trying to figure out why on earth anybody would be looking for her boring old self.

"Have I done something wrong Father?" She had always been taught to respect people of this guy's status.

 

[gagonthis]

Nathan sighed silently as he saw the girl look him up and down. There was a time not too long ago when the collar would have bought him a measure of civility, if not respect. But those days were past the church. Too many sex scandals and not enough evolving to meet the changes in society had, in many people's opinions, rendered the church an immoral relic of the past. He could see the skepticism in the girl's eyes as she looked at him, and worse, the obvious wish that he would just go and leave her in peace.

Still he was surprised at the tactful response she gave him. Someone had been brought up properly he thought to himself with pleasure as his eyes once again wandered over the girl's body. Whatever they've been feeding her has helped her grow up right as well... he found himself blushing at those thoughts. When he'd taken the damn vow he had no idea what it was he'd be giving up, and it just seemed to get even more difficult with each passing day. Not a good sign indeed.

He cleared his throat as he pushed such impure thoughts out of his mind to respond to her. "Ah ummmm... no no, you've done nothing wrong. Ummm it's a bit difficult to explain... maybe we could go inside... there's a lot to speak on..." He heard a distant rattling coming from the entrance of the cul de sac followed by the telltale sound of an exhaust pipe backfiring. He turned and squinted down the street, nearly swearing aloud before catching himself when he saw the busted up old camaro heading towards them. "On second thought... ummm how about we go to the church... you'll be safe there..." He said, tugging on his collar as he watched the black car creeping down the road.

 

[AimeeZero]

"Ah ummmm... no no, you've done nothing wrong. Ummm it's a bit difficult to explain... maybe we could go inside... there's a lot to speak on..."​

Okay... Now Claire was really suspicious. Here he was, someone she didn't even know was truly ordained, telling her that they should go inside and talk about somethings. So she hadn't done anything wrong it seemed ... then why on Earth was there 'lots to speak on...'? Could she be more confused right now? Frowning slightly she sat up on her chair, unknowing to her, bikini top slipping, only slightly mind, flashing a tiny bit more skin than really completely legal.

"So-" She was cut off by the sound of a car backfiring.

Now she really was suspicious and annoyed...

"Tell me what the hell is going on!" She ordered, her immaculate up bringing going out the window, as her fiery temper should itself. She frowned once more and adjusted her bikini top, her ample breasts jiggling about with the motion. "What do you want from me? I'm not going anywhere with you until I understand this whole thing... ya hear!"

 

[gagonthis]

This wasn't really working. What did expect though, showing up at her house, dressed like a rejected character from the Matrix? Did he really think she'd be dumb enough to just believe in him in this day and age? Maybe in the past the white collar would have been enough, but people were more cynical these days. He could just grab her, heave her over his shoulder and pull her out of here, but that would hardly set the ball rolling in the right direction. His mind whirled frantically as he thought about what to do. The black car was drawing closer and he knew he wouldn't have a lot of time. He had to act quickly, but he was once again distracted as she sat up, her top shifting to reveal even more of her bare skin, the bikini top being barely held onto her breast by a slightly erect nipple. He almost groaned as he felt his manhood stirring. No no no! None of that!

He swore in his head, instantly asking forgiveness for his transgressions as he turned away from Claire, his trenchcoat flowing sideways as he whipped around, 12 gauge riot shotgun coming out from it's recesses. With quick precise aim he fired the thing, the slug barking out and smashing into the front left wheel of the black camaro. With a loud pop the fire exploded, causing the driver to lose control and skid across the cul de sac, turning the vehicle sideways as it screeched loudly, finally losing contact with the ground as it began flipping over and over. Nathan watched with disappointment as the door flew open during one of the flips and a man in a well-cut form fitting red suit jumped out, seemingly leaping nearly twenty feet in the air before landing near the wreckage of the now burning car. "Natty... Natty... Natty..." The man mumbled as he walked towards Nathan and Claire, waving his hand, summoning a blade of pure fire out of thin air. "You know the girl is coming with us..."

 

[AimeeZero]

Claire's eyes widened in horror at the scene unfolding before her. Shot guns, men in tights with swords of fire. And these two guys knew each other?! Claire wanted out... now! Why the hell were they after her? And why did 'tight red' want her to go with him? All of a sudden going with Father Nathan to hide out in the church and have a nice cozy little chat about nice fluffy kittens or something didn't seem such a bad thing.

Claire dived behind her chair, scared out of her mind.

Even though it was endearing, in a freaky sort of way, to have two grown men fighting over 'old boring Claire', she didn't want to be a part of this. But more so she did not want to have to run around half naked being chased by some crazy matrix rejects. Why did she feel like today was a good day to pull out the skimpy bikini and sun bath?

She peered out from her hiding place and watched the action unfold. The burning wreck of the camero was drawing the attention of many of her neighbours, and the fact that Father Nathan was standing on her door step, drew the pervy eyes of every middle aged man in the area to her supple form.

Mind you, she was too worried about staying alive as opposed to stopping peeping toms...

 

[gagonthis]

Nathan furrowed his brow in annoyance as the man landed smoothly on his feet and strode towards them. It would have to be Damien wouldn't it? He thought with exasperation as he moved forward, looking back over his shoulder. "Don't move, stay put. You're in little danger as long as I'm near.." He said to Claire, again stealing a glance at her generous bosom as he did. Lord you did make her in your image didn't you? With a little grandoise flourish he whipped the trench coat off, sending it flying through the air as he gripped the longsword beneath it, bringing it out to the chorus of angels singing. "Oh shut up..." he muttered to the holy blade and the sword made an upset HARUMPH but stopped.

"Damien... come on. Let me take the girl somewhere safe. I got to her first, you'll just have to try again later..." He said, trying to reason with the other. "I mean.. you know what's going to happen if he fight... same as always..." He said, sighing when Damien didn't slow his approach it all. "But the battle is half the fun!" Damien said with a smile as he swung his fiery sword at Nathan's head. The blow was easily parried and Nathan shot back with a thrust of his own, which was also easily turned aside. "Fine then... let's get to it." For the next 10 minutes the two men fought across the cul de sac, back and forth, a deadly beautiful dance of blade meeting blade. Neither could hold an advantage as sparks flew from red hot steel colliding with holy metal. Both men were panting heavily now, and their blows were coming in slower. Nathan took a quick step back, sizing up Damien once more, sweat pouring down his priestly vestments. "Draw?" He offered with a shrug. Damien nodded. "Yeah ok. Anyhow, have fun with the girl. We'll get here yet though." He said, smiling as he strode back to his wrecked car. "What the hell are ya'll looking at?" He said to all the gawking residents of the neighborhood as he raised his hand, channeling his power to make the car restore itself to its previous condition. "Cheerio!" Damien said, waving to Nathan and Claire as he drove off.

 

[AimeeZero]

Claire just knelt there behind her chair trying to not be perved on by just about every neighbour she had, while these two men duked it out in front of her house.. Apparently for the possesion of her. She would have to complain and make sure they knew that she wasn't just some item to be traded and sought after just like some crazy boring piece of fruit. Okay may she wouldn't use that exact analogy but still the thought was in the right place. How dare they think of her like that. She didn't know why they did, but she wasn't exactly happy about it right now.

She didn't know if it was just her, but as the two fought, coming to a swift gentlemanly decision pretty soon, she couldn't help but laugh. Perhaps it was the ridiculus clothes of Damien or the fact that Father Nathan had a singing sword, or rather the utter silliness of this. It was like she was part of the cut scenes of some matrix style cult movie.

As Damien left and Nathan set about shouting at the neighbours and healing the cars, of all things, Claire sat herself back on the end of her lounger with an amused grin on her face.

"And that was about ... what now?" She chuckled, she had to admit the length those two had gone through to make her believe this was all supernatural was quite impressive. If they wanted a date with her, they only had to ask.. it wasn't like she would bite their heads off for trying. She did, after all, hardly ever get asked out on dates.

 

[gagonthis]

Nathan sighed heavily as he walked back across the hot pavement, retrieving his trench coat from the ground but choosing not to put it back on given the scorching heat. He set the singing blade back in the sheath he carried upon his back, giving a small growl to the blade as it began a low humming chorus of When the Saints go Marching it. It fell silent yet again. Well now, this was just a big mess he thought to himself as he looked across the normally quiet neighborhood, all the neighbors who weren't undressing Claire with their eyes were staring directly at him, jaws dropped.

"Ummmm.... nothing to see here... go about your business?" He said a little hesitantly to the gathered crowd as he approached Claire once more. "And that was about ... what now?" She asked, chuckling as he approached. He was surprised at how well she was dealing with what he just saw, the randomness of the whole thing. He guessed it could seem a little amusing. "Well... honestly, I'm not sure about the whole deal, I just know the Cardinal instructed me to come here, at this hour on this day to defend you against the forces of darkness. He gestured to the car speeding off. "Damien was likely sent by his master, whoever is heading up the Shadow Cabal these days... but yeah... So you're like a chosen one or something I guess? The details are pretty sketchy to me." He was subtly running his eyes over her scantily clad body again, reciting the vow of chastity he had taken over and over. One little taste couldn't hurt could it? He nearly gasped out loud as he thought that. "So yeah ummmm maybe we could go to the church or something? Preferably before the authorities show up?" He asked, hearing sirens in the distance.

 

[AimeeZero]

"Chosen one huh" Claire said, mocking a serious expression, "I sooo have a huge urge to put on some tight leather and shades right now" She burst out laughing for a second, before shaking it off and looking him back in the eyes. "Look.. I'll go with you, just let me go put a top on or something" She looked about and glared at everyone staring at her body, "Its not catching a cold I'm worried about mind you" Claire nodded in his direction, telling him to wait their while she got herself sorted. He could follow if he wanted, she wouldn't stop him but if he thought he was going to get a look at her getting changed he had another thing coming.

She stepped inside and leaped up the stairs towards her bedroom. Once inside she shut and locked the door before flopping down on her bed for a second. 'Oh man what was all that about' She thought, taking a sideways glance at her closet. She had practicaly promised that she was going to go with Father Nathan to the church, so she couldn't exactly stand him up, she'd been taught better than to leave someone waiting and just play them like that. Claire shrugged off her bikini top, revealing her perky breasts to nothing but her own four walls, she sighed and finished getting changed.

In a couple of minutes, Claire stepped back onto the porch with a smile on her face. She was now wearing and pair of tight denim jeans and and baggy jacket, perhaps she was perposefully trying to cover up. Claire was rather wary of people staring at her, in that way, it wasn't that she didn't find it flattering in some ways, it was just that it was rather creepy.

"Alright then Father. Lead the way" Respect pouring from her mouth even though she was obviously amused at the situation still.

 

[gagonthis]

"Now come on.... there's no need to be a jerk about it..." Nathan mumbled under his breath as Claire disappeared into her house to get changed. He could almost understand her sentiment though. None of it seemed to make much sense, especially considering he hadn't taken the time to thoroughly prepare her for the idea. There were many things he was ordered to leave unsaid, as the Cardinal and the other high ups in charge of the clusterfuck that was this operation were either keeping from her or wanted to tell her themselves. "Listen, I'm sorry about this whole thing, I know it seems completely out there, and honestly I don't know much more than you do... but do you think maybe you could cut me a break? I'm just doing my job.." Nathan sighed as heard the girl rustling around in her room.

He went to the kitchen and fished around until he found a glass. He filled it with some ice cubes and downed a couple cups of water quickly. He was exhausted. Being a soldier for the lord was a lot more work than he had thought it would be. A lot less killing the demonic forces of evil than he thought and a whole lot more playing babysitter for the clergy. Bah, oh well it was the life he had chosen, though when he thought about the way Claire had looked in that skimp bikini... no no, it was the life he'd chosen so just stop. He went back out onto the porch to wait for her.

He motioned for Claire to follow her, noticing most of the neighbors were still staring at her and the sound of sirens had grown closer. "Yeah it's definitely time we were off..." He sighed as he kicked the old beat up car to a start, tooling off down the cul de sac towards downtown.