Posts by Junior_Maxxi

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Spirit~Flame!!!!!!!

I went to post on the other thread but it's been locked due to my inactivity. Sorry about that. Also, Jeremy said that he's gonna Skype you tonight so have your Skype on ;)

Plot thingum: She is just going to be a very rebellious, violent, creative and skilled typical teenaged girl. Who is going to be the last force people are going to want to reckon with. Her real parents are dead. Her foster family have no time for her and are always on world trades and traveling the world so Enna rarely sees them. She fends for herself. She is 17 and when she was 15 she watched her brother get hit by a car and was killed. The last member of her family. Sound good so far. It sets her up for why she's so troubled. Though her foster mother and the people who put her up for foster car insist on her having a baby sitter. She lives alone in a huge mansion like house as in it's got a pool and huge rooms and she has heaps of electronics and things. Sound good? But she is far from a spoilt brat and no wilting flower.

DAMON'S PROFILE:
Name: Hahah are you kidding me? Lol :P Damon
Age: 19
Appearance: Dark hair down to his shoulder blades, generally worn in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Soft brown eyes. Glasses (of course). Doesn't have a typical outfit, wears a lot of skinny jeans though. Has a Dragon Tattoo on his back and three claw-mark-scars on his left collarbone, generally covered by his clothing.
Bio: Damon is fun, loving and ridiculous. He is almost always playful but can be surprisingly strong and in control when he needs to be. He has been shuffled from institution to institution as a child and doesn't take well to being called crazy or insane, despite how jokingly it may be. He works as a babysitter but makes dresses on the side. More secrets and ridiculousness to be revealed as the plot thickens ;)

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OOC: Finding a picture. Will post when I find one suitable. :)

IC: Damon had been looking forward to meeting this client all week. He had been given a list of where things were and all the need-to-knows. He had been warned that their daughter was rebellious but thought nothing of it as most kids do get up to harmless mischief just to spite their parents. It had been a long while since he'd left his house unattended but the job had come just in time as he had recently been terrorised and needed to fix up all the broken furniture which he assumed he'd do when he felt comfortable leaving this mystery child to her own devices.

The family were rich and powerful so it wasn't like he was in any position to decline the offer. He wasn't one to be bothered by money, but the power intimidated him into saying yes. He had a backpack on his shoulder and wallet in his back pocket. He stepped up to the door and knocked loudly three times so that even a stubborn kid couldn't ignore it. He stood at the door and waited, anxious to meet this child. He hadn't even been told how old this girl was, so he didn't know whether hide-and-seek or hide-the-booze was a more appropriate game.

Damon sputtered at the water as it drenched his glasses and gagged as the flour clogged up every wet surface upon him. He shook his head to rid it of some of the mess when he heard an object whiz past his ear and realised that it had been a pot plant as the second one got him right in the guts, winding him. Rebellious indeed he thought to himself as he wiped his glasses as clean as he could on his soaked and flour covered shirt. Out the corner of his eye he caught the girl doing a most foul gesture and for the first time lost a little of his enthusiasm at the idea of babysitting this 'child' who was in actual fact a violent sounding teenager left to her own devices in a house full of gadgets.

Damon flinched when the door opened but recovered quickly and steadied his trembling hand and tried for a handshake though he doubted she'd go for it. "I'm Damon. No, I didn't choose to be here. And you are...? Your parents weren't exactly forthcoming with information." he stated, trying to perhaps win her over by mirroring her opinions. He puffed out his chest as much as he could and filled his lungs with a breath of confidence. If I can do this, I can do anything I reckon he thought to himself, mentally chuckling.

"Yes, I arrive to every job covered in half a tonne of cake mixture..." he replied sourly, "I believe it makes me sweeter. Pity you didn't chuck some sugar down too." he continued, looking at her through narrowed eyes, "I don't intend to leave. Nor do I intend to take your parents money without doing my job. Sorry, you're stuck with me for a bit" he smiled a little, shrugging his shoulders and shoving his hand in his pocket. "Nice name by the way. Now...are you going to let me in or let me stand out here and bake this horrendous conoction of... Ew. Flour and water" he said, screwing up his face as he dipped his finger in the muck going solid on his skin and licking it. "If there's one thing I teach you it's going to be how to bake a cake..." he said, rolling his eyes and chuckling.

"Do you have any idea how many things I regret? Stepping into your house hardly tops the list. But we'll see...." he said as he tried to walk confidently in the door but failing, mostly due to the crusty muck stuck to him, almost glueing him together, "You must have a nice setup if you had that planned. Did your parents tell you anything about me by any chance? Or do I get to be a mystery too?" he asked boredly, hiding his nervous and playful jitters. He looked around the house in awe as he was shown to his room, it was a gigantic expanse and certainly another detail that his all-too-powerful clients had failed to mention.

"Ha. Ha. Aren't you cute." he said, raising his eyebrows and walking in, taking off his backpack and walking straight into the shower once she had left, not even removing his clothes to begin with as the hot water ran over his body and turned te crusty gunk into sludge once again, and finally off of his body. It was only then that he began to disrobe, peeling the saturated garments from his skin. Well, I've had smoother introductions he thought to himself as he scrubbed his skin, So she is a rebel. Enna the rebel. Enna Cicero...what a name... If only her name was Anna, she'd have the initials to match the game splashed across her hoodie. Terrifying woman. I wonder just how old she actually is... She's certainly childish, but that prank was pretty nasty he mused to himself, wondering just how, or if, he was going to come out of this alive.

OOC Gasp! She's gonna see the scars :O

IC Damon began to sing cheerily and was almost done rinsing when out of nowhere the hot water vanished "T-that's f-f-f f-freakin c-cold" he stammered as his body shivered, "Enna, I think I used up all the--" he stopped in his tracks and found nothing of his had been left in the bathroom. He snatched up the floor mat, eyes turning as icy as the water, and strode out in cold fury, marching down the hallway to find the culprit looking smug. "I really wish you hadn't" he spat, venom in his words, mouth barely moving his teeth were gritted so hard. He stomped down the steps to retrieve his clothes and hissed swears and profanities as he realised his favourite t-shirt had blown away. It was the last present his father had given him before he'd been disowned. He walked back up the stairs, angry tears filling his eyes faster than he could wipe them away. He closed the door to his room softly and took some clothes from the wardrobe despite the fact that they were two sizes too big. "I suppose it was for the best anyway... No point in having hope for something that's hopeless" he murmered to himself, "Perhaps he's right. Perhaps I am insane? I'm insane for thinking he'd ever talk to me again....." he murmered to himself. He crossed his legs and sat on his bed, seeing that his backpack was gone too, and almost wished that Enna was rifling through it, just so he could pretend he hadn't lost that too.

Damon sat on the bed for quite some time before he managed to calm himself. He opened his door and went to make his way to Enna's room, tripping face first as soon as he got out the door but dismissing it as one of her pranks. He walked down the hallway for a second time and knocked on her door, opening it slowly when he got no response to find that she wasn't there. He worriedly ran down the stairs, calling out, scared that he'd scared her off. "Enna! ENNA!!" he frowned and swore some more, peeking around corners trying to find the runaway girl when a piece of paper caught his eye. He read the note, three simple letters, 'Out'. "Out where!?" he shouted aloud, seeing as the house was empty, "Where and when are you back!? Shit!" he cursed, wishing he hadn't gone off like that but knowing she deserved it. She probably was only pulling a school-girl prank, she didn't know the relevance of his shirt. Maybe she didn't deserve it he thought guiltily.

Damon moved back up to his room, uninterested in exploring the house and getting lost. He'd talk to the girl later. He'd apologise. He frowned when he got to his room, seeing that backpack sitting there That must have been what I tripped on? he guessed. He took it into his room, not bothering to open it. He knew what was inside and he knew he'd just ask Enna if anything was missing. He layed back down on the bed and shut his eyes, then snapped them open as vivid and horrific images played across them like a broken record, "You're insane Damon. No man likes dress making." ... "Damon, you messed up the Bible verse" ... "Don't come back. Just go. Leave us in peace Damon and may God be with your broken soul" 'Yeah, I'm broken' Damon thought to himself sadly and he shuffled down to the kitchen to start on dinner. He figured that whenever she got back she'd probably be hungry. He chuckled a little as he thought of making a cake. he enjoyed cooking for people, loved watching their faces as they tasted his food. He was by no means professional but it was definitely something he loved. He whacked the cake in the oven and started chopping vegetables to go with the schnitzel he was going to cook. He whistled as he cooked, dancing dopily around the kitchen, feeling the cheer come back onto his system.

Damon heard the door open and shut and whirled around to say something but realised that nobody was there. He looked around confused and then dismissed it, he'd find out what it was later. He noticed that it was getting quite dark outisde and perhaps he should find out where Enna had gotten to. He shook his head, ceasing to whistle as he turned out the cake carefully, pokinghis tongue out in concentration and grinning triumphantly as it came out in one go.

He then began to heat up the frying pan, hoping that Enna would be in soon so that her schnitzels were hot. He flicked the oven off as they were done and scooped them up into a bowl which he set on the table along with enough cutlery for the two of them. He chucked the first of the schnitzels into the pan and fried it lightly, placing it on another serving dish. He looked proudly at his achievement, especially considering he hadn't used this particular kitchen before, and placed all the dirty dished into the sink for him to get to after tea. Now all he had to do was wait for the girl to show up and hope that their dinner didn't go cold in the meantime. He sat on one of the benches and stared intently at the meal he had placed on the table as if it would reveal the answers to the questions of life. Unfortunately right now all it was revealing was how good his cooking smelled if he didn't say so himself.

Damon raised his eyebrows when he saw Enna walking towards him, so she was home. "One of your pranks backfire?" he asked innocently, then he noticed red seeping through the towel, "Wow, what did you do to yourself? Have an accident... uhh... surfing?" he managed, just spotting the bloody board at the door. He moved past her and over to the board. Considering she was in only a towel he figured he should steer clear despite the smart remarks he was biting back. Damon picked up the board and stood it against the front door as he searched for the mop he swore he had seen just moments ago.

"Do you want a hand there or can you handle that? You don't appear to be alarmed by the copious amounts of blood pouring from your side..." he stated, not entirely sure what protocol was and whether this was just another or her cruel pranks.

That was it for Damon. He couldn't pace down on the ground level after hearing that cry of pain. He hoped desperately for her sake that she had managed some sort of clothing as he abandoned the mostly mopped floor and sprinted up the stairs, only realising once he had climbed them that he had no plan whatsoever and although his medical knowledge was alright, it was nothing worth qualification. "Want a hand?" he asked, incredulous at the situation she had gotten herself into, "How did you even do that? Here..." he said calmly, entering the room despite the fact that she hadn't responded yet. She might be tough but she obviously needed more than one hand if she was going to do a good job. Damon pulled her hand away and looked up at her, "Don't flinch. I promise I won't kill you." he stated as he let go of her hand and swiftly wrapped her in a bandage with antiseptic and he couldn't find the surgical size bandaids. He then stood up and walked straight back down to the front door to finish mopping up, leaving her to decide whether that had actually happened or not later. He didn't care for her thanks right now, just her health.

He couldn't help but wonder how she had actually done that and felt slightly guilty about leaving the kit in a mess and open upstairs, but figured that she could manage that much. "Dinner is going cold" he shouted up the staircase as though she hadn't just walked in half naked and he hadn't just bandaged a large gash as mysterious as the girl herself.

"I ain't serving you" he said smiling, taking a seat on one side of the table and beginning to serve himself some veggies and schnitzel. "Sorry about going off at you like that before, pretty uncalled for. Enjoy your surf?" he asked calmly, ignoring the fact that he had helped her at all and making like nothing interesting had happened. He went straight ahead and started eating his dinner, not even bothering to wait for her.

He watched her closely though, wanting to see her reaction to his cooking even though some of the heat had faded away. She was fully dressed again, that was good. Damon kept his eyes mostly on his food, eating heartily after a full on first day of babysitting. Hopefully he'd be able to get some rest tonight, it had been a while. It had also been a while since he'd not slept alone. Knowing that Enna could probably hear through the walls, not that he was the quiet type, freaked him out a little as he knew he was prone to nightmares but had never babysat in a situation where he was allowed to sleep so had never had to think about this circumstance before.

Damon licked his lips every now and then, as though he was going to speak again, but never made any sound as he waited patiently for Enna's response.

"Good. Glad." he said, leaving it short and sweet. "There's dessert if you're interested... a real cake" he said, chuckling lightly, he looked up at her when he said that, checking to see if any response registered. Enna didn't seem to be talking about her split open side so he assumed she wanted to forget it, and he wasn't going to be the one to bring it up. He was starving himself and was quick to take a second helping from the plate, though chose to eat this lot a little slower than the first.

Damon sighed and looked at the front door, the image of the bloody board still playing about his mind, but he pushed the thought away and concentrated on his dinner instead. "Am I allowed to ask you questions or is that against the rules for babysitters?" he asked cheekily, grinning easily as he plopped another mouthful of carrots into his mouth.

OOC What kinda character you looking for? Blokes? Chicks? Boyfriend-to-be? Looking to join the thread.

Damon chuckled, "What's your favourite colour" he asked a cheeky grin spreading wide across his face at the stupidness of it, he even began laughing, eyes lighting up like they usually did. "You didn't think I was going to ask you something scary did you? I'm not as creepy as you might think" he chuckled.
He didn't need to know anything personal about Enna, that was for her to know and her alone, and the same went for himself. He knew he'd be honest if he was asked anything but he wasn't going to volunteer anything to close to home, not with this little ratbag anyway.

Damon shrugged and smiled, happy that he'd managed to pry somewhat of a response form her and didn't mind that she didn't really answer his question. He silently rose after she left and made sure he cleaned the dishes as loudly a possible, singing at the top of his lungs 'R.O.C.K in the USA' as he danced and washed. He knew he'd get to her eventually and she'd warm up in her own sweet time. Damon lightly jogged up the stairs again, definitely knowing that he should get some rest. He rid himself of the oversized pants and was glad that he hadn't bothered with shoes. He slipped himself into the covers and sighed, knowing he'd never see his shirt again but hoping all the same that he would.

He let his eyes fall shut and tried to block the images of his childhood that were burnt into the back of his eyelids as weak tears slid gently down his face. He quietly sang himself to sleep, all the lullabies he could remember. True sleep seemed to evade him tonight, but he was certainly relaxed and not in any state to do anything.

"Ew.. Enna.. go a-WAY!" he yelled, unleashing a scream entirely to feminine for his age, opening his eyes to see the spider. He soon realised it was fake and calmed down. he rolled his eyes, hand over his heart, and dismissed the creeping sensation as the quilt until he felt the sensation reach his chest and he stared at the lizard confused as it licked him on the nose, "You, sir, are not supposed to be in my bed. I really can't sleep with Enna's friends and I think you know that. And I think Enna knows that too" he murmured as the creature strutted around his chest like he owned the place. Damon sighed to himself, "I better give you back to her" he said, gently cradling the lizard and placing him on the bedside table before he stood up to grab his pants. "OW!" he yelped, "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" he exclaimed as he hopped about through the dark in only a shirt and his underpants. He fell through the door and went crashing to his hands and knees, almost falling down the gigantic staircase before he felt something fall on his face. He couldn't see much as he had left his glasses on the bedside table with the lizard so he hesitantly stuck out his tongue for the second time that day, "Huh, so she can cook..." he muttered. He got up, intending to hand back the lizard now that he'd passed all the hazards but stumbled and tripped once again on the marbles, which would surely leave some bruises on his already tender skin, due to his poor eyesight and decided she could wait for her lizard till morning. Damon didn't even bother with his pants, he simply swept most of the mess away with his foot and ditched the spider lamely at Enna's door, climbing back in to bed perhaps even hoping for another prank. That is sick Damon. You're wanting her to pull another horrendous prank on you... Your father's point is starting to gain validation the voice in his head whispered with malice.