[Hendrix] A Wasted Opportunity?

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/mtqyde.png] For awhile, Amy watched as the sun sank below the horizon and night fell over the town. Though it was pretty watching the city come to life at night, she felt that she had to turn away and close the drapes. It wasn't that she was afraid of the dark, it just unnerved her. She knew about all of the terrible things that could and did happen at night, and so she decided to stay curled up in a blanket in the safety of her house. Oh, well not her house, but it might as well have been. She never saw Hendrix much, and when she did it was barely more than a passing glance. If she didn't know better, she'd think it was almost as if he was trying to avoid her. Although he did say that it would be almost as if she had the whole place to herself. She just assumed that he was always very busy. She didn't mind living on her own, though. It was a really nice house. It wasn't at all what she had had in mind for Hendrix, and in a good way. And though she lived alone, she never once felt unsafe in the house. Stretching out on the couch, she propped the book she was writing in up against her knees. It was getting very late, but she couldn't stop yet. She had neglected to write in her journal for the past few days, and she had much to catch up on. Amy had never been the type to keep a journal, really, but she'd started since coming to this island. Just in case one of those freaks managed to break in and murder her in her sleep, she'd like to leave behind some evidence that she actually existed.

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/hendmiddle1.png] It was unusual for Hendrix to return home to rest much at all during any given week. Today, however, was a special case, as in he was really ****ing tired. It happened every now and then, when the desire to sleep was only slightly greater than his many other desires. He never required as much sleep as some of the other creatures did, however, or at least he was able to function without as much sleep. It was almost as if he was always on dugs, going without sleep like that for weeks at a time. However, like approximately 90% of the creatures here, he did get tired, and that brought him back to his house in the middle of the night. Some might consider it a waste of money, as he never used the house very much, not that money was ever much of an issue with him. Recently, however, he'd been at this house even less, having pretty much given it to a certain girl. Why he did that, he could no longer say for certain, but it was hers now, and he would only visit once in a great while. Now, when it was very late at night, seemed like a perfect opportunity to return home for some well-deserved rest. Not that he was actively trying to avoid her, but right now, having to see any girl might not be in his best interest. Now, as he neared the door, all seemed quiet. The drapes were shut and he couldn't see much light coming from inside of the house. Inserting the key, he unlocked the door and took a step inside. "Oh." He took an instinctive step back before realizing how rude that would seem and forcing himself to move further into the house, quietly shutting the door behind him. However, he didn't move much further away from the door, nor did he remove his jacket. Instead, he was caught up in wondering if it would be best if he stayed here after all, or maybe if he should stay somewhere else for the night. Perhaps the inn. "I didn't realize... I thought you'd be asleep by now." That didn't sound too creepy, did it? He didn't want it to sound as if he were stalking her, waiting for her to fall asleep. Hell, he had been avoiding her! Wait... No, not avoiding, but- okay, maybe he was avoiding her, but just a little. After all, he didn't have much of a use for her, so why should he stick around, right?

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/mtqyde.png] At the sound of a key being inserted into the lock, she looked up immediately, shutting her book and drawing her knees in close to her body. That was a sound she hadn't heard before, and if it hadn't been for the fact that this person had a key to the house, she might have been unreasonably frightened that someone was trying to break in. However, since they did have a key, she knew it must be one person, though she did find it strange, since she hadn't yet been in the house at the same time as Hendrix. Unless he usually got in this late and left really early. He seemed surprised to see her there, which worried her slightly. Why would he have wanted her to be asleep? Maybe so he could catch her off guard and attack her? No, she should just give him the benefit of the doubt here. He hadn't given her any trouble yet. Unless this was all part of his- Oh, damn her paranoia! "Yeah, I couldn't sleep and, um, I was writing so..." Her voice trailed off as she moved to one end of the couch so that he could sit down if he wanted to, although it seemed like he was ready to turn and walk back out the door. She wasn't expecting that reaction and it actually made her feel a little disappointed. In the awkward silence that followed, she looked around the room once and then busied herself by playing with a lock of her hair. She was unsure if she should say something or continue with her book, or maybe even go back to her room. She decided to be cordial after not having spoken to him in several weeks. "I... I really like the house. It's been working out great. Thanks again." She smiled shyly at him before returning to that strand of hair. He was very intimidating... Because he was a criminal! Yes, that was it...

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/hendmiddle1.png] Not a fan of the awkward silences and also not wanting to seem rude, Hendrix removed his jacket and threw it on the rack beside the door. He then edged slowly over to the couch and took a seat beside her, as close to the edge as he could possibly go, leaving an almost ridiculous amount of space between them. He dug his nails into the fabric on the back of the couch to keep himself from fidgeting and he forced himself to smile politely at her. All the while she was speaking, he couldn't help but think how she was encroaching on his territory. He hadn't given his terrible paranoia any thought when he invited someone to live in his own damn house. As he'd said before, he didn't even invite his victims over to his house. But now there was always someone here... It was just ****ing wrong. "It's, ah, no trouble," He assured her. Glancing around the room in the silence that followed, his eyes fell upon the book she had been writing in. It was easy to see that over half of it had already been filled, though what she was writing, he could only guess at. Desperate for something else to say, he took that and said the first thing that came to mind. "Is... That the only one you have?" Saying this brought several other questions to mind, all of which he managed to sum up nicely. "Is there anything else you need?" The way things were going, he might as well offer to give her every last thing he owned. For some strange reason it was like he actually wanted to make her happy, though he didn't understand why. Well, there was something about her, that was certain... "... Anything at all?"

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/mtqyde.png] Even though she had essentially offered him a seat, she still felt her heart beat quicken as he sat next to her, even if he wasn't at all close. She ran her fingers along the binding of her book, smiling slightly. She remembered when she first bought it here; how she had been so proud that she'd actually managed to save up enough money before coming here. It would have been better if she'd had enough for a gun or some sort of weapon, but a record of her existence was the next best thing. "No, I could only afford one." Indeed, her record may just stop halfway through her actual life. Setting the book on the table in front of them, she frowned in thought. She couldn't say that there was much she needed. She had managed to survive, after all. She had a safe shelter now, and enough food too. Strangely enough, the house was always very well-stocked. It was almost like magic. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if it was magic. Of course, there was plenty that she would have liked to have. Just little niceties that would make this place more familiar to her and less hostile. "Oh, I don't know. More writing stuff would be nice, I guess. And some nicer clothes..." She counted them off on her fingers, but before she was able to get to the third item she realized what he was asking. Shocked, she looked over at him, alarmed that he was actually offering to buy her... anything, apparently. Who did that? Why would he? Well, this was the same guy who was letting her stay at his house, but that was different! It was still his house... wasn't it? "Oh, no! I- I couldn't use your money!" It just wasn't how she was raised. She never liked to take charity, and the only reason she even agreed to live here was because she really needed a place to stay. And maybe also because it was Hendrix who offered... Blushing, she looked away, ashamed, as she fidgeted with her hair again.

[Iƪƪia]

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[atrb=background,http://i687.photobucket.com/albums/vv235/Illia_the_Bat/Chimera%20Academy/hendmiddle1.png] Quickly, Hendrix recalled why he would have gone out of his way to do something nice for her; why he was even associating with her at all. It wasn't because she was female or because he was planning out her death; it was because she was really ****ing nice. She was a damn cute one too. He could watch her for hours and be continually amused by the way she would fidget or blush whenever he caught her eye. Even more, he was amused by how she hadn't shown any animosity toward him since he met her again at the falls. All these acts made him suspicious as hell, but he still couldn't help but chuckle at her. A strange thing happened when people around him grew frightened or uncomfortable: they seemed to drain those feelings out of his body, leaving him to be the perfectly calm one. That was what happened shortly after Amy's stammered words as she looked away from him, though not before he could see her blush. He retracted his nails from the back of the couch, he casually draped his arm over it instead, waiting to see if she had anything else to say. However, it appeared as though she was far too preoccupied with that lock of hair. Such a cute nervous habit. It was also... Vaguely... Familiar... Minutes passed as he only stared at her, mesmerized. However, it wasn't Amy that he saw. Still caught in that trance, he reached a hand out toward her. He wanted nothing more than to run his hands through the golden hair; to trace along the slender jawline. Thankfully, he managed to snap himself out of his trance quickly afterwards. Blinking, he drew his hand back quickly from where it had been frozen in the air between them. He cleared his throat as he looked for a topic of conversation rather than stop and wonder what the hell had just happened. Now, what had they been talking about? Oh, right. "Ah, w-why not?" He asked quickly, jumping back into the previous conversation, "It's not like I'm using it." That wasn't entirely true, but he made more than enough money for the both of them. No, he didn't have a job, but he did have a hobby that paid well. Sure, he didn't kill for the money, but how could he leave someone's full wallet there beside their broken body? They weren't going to be using it, and he knew that if he left it then someone else would certainly take it. "I mean, I'm terrible when it comes to spending money. I bought a house because it was what people did. I bought those guns because they looked cool. I'm sure you could put it to better use." He shrugged, making a mental note to hide those guns. "And that settles it. Tomorrow I'm taking you out shopping."

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[atrb=background,http://i51.tinypic.com/mtqyde.png] Minutes passed as she waited for some sort of response from Hendrix, but found none. The silence was beginning to make her even more uncomfortable than she had been before. She could still feel herself blushing like mad, but still, she chanced a glance over at him. He was only... staring at her. He also had this strange expression on his face; one that she remembered seeing only briefly once before. When he reached toward her, she instinctively shrunk back. Then, something seemed to snap him out of it and he pulled his hand back, appearing just as confused as she was. However, before she had any time to wonder about what had happened to him, he went immediately back to the conversation as if nothing had ever happened. Not wanting to make this any more awkward and unsure of what she would say anyway, she followed his lead. "I don't know..." She'd still feel uncomfortable using anyone's money, but from the way he spoke about it, it sounded like he had plenty. This made her realize that she had no idea what he did for a living. Well, she knew he was a criminal, so that probably explained why he was so well-off. Or maybe he had a second job. Maybe he did really well with stocks. She may never know, and really, that was probably for the best. "Wow, I haven't gone shopping in ages." A small smile curved her lips at the thought. What could she say? She was still a girl, and she loved to go shopping. It didn't really matter what she was shopping for, she just enjoyed the experience. And it was even more fun if you had someone to go with. With that thought in mind, she smiled cheerfully at him, already excited about tomorrow. "Okay, sounds like fun!" Though she still didn't know what to make of him, she decided that he really was a pretty nice guy. She should probably stop getting so strangely nervous around him and just treat him like any other friend. She did have other guy friends after all, so this was no different. At least, that's what she told herself.