Going on an Adventure [Ariel]

Vincent really hadn’t been in the woods all that long. He was enjoying it though. He was enjoying the sounds of nature and the scenery. The woods may not comfort him as much as they did other wild animals and supernatural creatures, but he liked it nonetheless. The sounds of birds chirping, of all different species, made him smile. It wasn’t Africa, which he missed dearly despite not being there for that long. He missed the constant warmth, the atmosphere and everything else that the continent entailed. He didn’t mind a specific region of the continent, but he did like it as a whole and planned on heading back there one day, but for now he would make do with living in Beacon Hills and their strange forest area. Of course, he liked it, and walked through it, because what animal didn’t like nature? Regardless of species or otherwise, most animals liked nature, save for humans.

As Vincent walked along, he started to catch the scent of someone. He paused and smelled it, finding that it was a feminine scent. A human scent if he was correct. He grew a little worried since humans were hunters, but kept walking anyway. As he continued to walk, the scent got stronger and stronger before he heard her heartrate increase and a curse escaped her lips. His eyebrows furrowed together curiously before he ran a hand through his hair and kept walking. After a moment, he finally saw the girl laying on the ground. He tilted his head to the side, finding that she didn’t seem to be physically injured too badly. He approached her further, gazing at her as she laid on the ground, content. “Not every day you’re walking through the woods and find a pretty young woman laying on the forest floor,” he stated, making sure that he was far enough away from her and relaxed so that she wouldn’t think he was a threat. Mostly because he wasn’t.

Tag; Ariel Knight
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The girl did not seem at all pleased by his presence, not that he could blame her. He could hear her heartbeat spike in surprise when he spoke. She sat up quickly and looked at him curiously, just as he looked at her. He noticed her look him over, no doubt assessing if he was a threat. He did the same, wondering if she was going to perhaps harm him in some way. He didn’t like to think that she would, but if she tried, he would make sure she never tried again. Still, she seemed less threatening when she tilted her head as he had. His head moved to sitting back upright on his neck and he surveyed her further. She was a pretty girl, which he had already mentioned. Long blonde hair, seemed to be soft despite the mess of leaves and other such things in her hair, not that Vincent at all cared. Girls could look how they wanted and if they were happy, so was he. It was the way that it was, then again, it may have also been the werehyena in him, but he tried not to think about that.

There was but a moment before the female stood up, dusting off her clothes. Vincent patiently waited to see if she would respond. She told him, after getting a few leaves from her hair, that she guessed it was his lucky day. He chuckled. “Perhaps it is,” he stated as he stood there, relaxed in his body posture. She seemed a bit confused and Vincent wondered if he should have continued speaking or just walked off so he decided on the former and the latter would come if she became irritated with him. After all, irritated people were not the best to attempt to make friends with, regardless of what he thought. “I’m Vincent,” he introduced, figuring that would be a good first step. “But, uh, Vince is fine,” he added, not sure if that was how friendly interaction went or not. He certainly was rusty when it came to this stuff.

Vincent cleared his throat. “I’m new to Beacon Hills,” he told her with a small smile, trying to keep the conversation going, even if it was one sided. He assumed everyone on the town knew one another so that was why she was looking at him so oddly. She seemed confused but also…relieved? He wouldn’t mention it. He shouldn’t since she would have no idea how he would have figured that out so instead he smiled at her, trying his best to not seem at all threatening. He wasn’t. At least, he tried not to be. Even on full moons, he generally was a good boy and stayed at home with his younger brother while parents went out on whatever date night they wanted.

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Vincent could sense her unease with his presence, not that he was surprised. He was a stranger who had stumbled upon her in the forest. To make it worse, he was a male stranger who had stumbled upon her in the woods. After all, in movies, TV shows, and reality moments like this were usually followed by a chase scene, a black screen, and then police sirens and cars. It was sad but true. Hopefully this interaction would be able to tell the girl that not all guys were baddies, but she should still be suspicious. Any woman who was alone with a man she didn’t know should be suspicious at all times, regardless of how friendly he seemed to have looked or been. It was the way that it was and the way that Vincent would raise his daughters, if he had any, of course.

The female seemed annoyed, he could sense it, before she said hello and introduced herself as Ariel. He grinned a little when she said that he could call her Ariel. “Like the Little Mermaid,” he stated, making sure that he would call her that before he mentioned how he was knew. He paused a little before she said that that was amazing. He blinked a few times before she cleared up his confusion, saying that she too was new to Beacon Hills as well. He nodded his head in understanding before she asked him when he had moved in. He was only silent for a moment. “My family and I got here about a month ago. We’ve been trying to get me registered for the new school year,” he told her, speaking honestly. Lying wouldn’t really do him much good, especially when trying to make friends.

Ariel spoke and moved towards him, making him a little apprehensive before she said that what she was going to say sounded odd, causing him to raise an eyebrow. She asked if she had anything on her back and turned around. He chuckled a little and looked at her back, only her back, and shook his head before realizing she couldn’t see him doing so. “No, your back is clean,” he told her with a smile before he looked around at the forest, his head snapped to the side as heard what sounded like hyena laughter. He calmed and returned his attention to Ariel when he found that it was a bird instead, a bird who had been talking or calling to his mate or a potential mate, no doubt. So, he returned his attention to Ariel, hoping she didn’t think he was too weird. He would see if she was looking at him in a moment and go from there.

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It wasn’t surprising to find that she wasn’t overly fond of his comment about the Little Mermaid. He mentally shrugged. So she wasn’t fond of the nickname, he’d make mental note of it, but he digressed. He would have preferred her just say something instead of roll her eyes at him, but hey, she was a free woman who could do what she want, like most other women. It was just the way that things were and he would accept it and move on, just as his mother told him to. Still, he digressed. He had always thought The Little Mermaid was a cute story, well, save for the original ending…turning in to foam was not so cute, but the Disney movie was.

Vincent sensed the girl’s confusion after he had spoken about how long he had been in Beacon Hills and how he was trying to register at the school. He could pretty much see the thoughts running through her head, but he kept all of his thoughts to himself and instead just stood there and waited for her to respond, wondering if she would or if she would smile and tell him she needed to be home and bid him good day. There was nothing that could be done about it now so he continued to just stand there anyway, even if he had been distracted by a bird. He cursed himself, but he digressed and waited for her to decide what she was going to do.

It wasn’t much longer before she asked him what he had meant by that he was trying to register. He looked over at her and blinked a few times, eyebrows furrowed. “Well to be honest, it’s not exactly the start of term so it’s a little harder to register for school. They have to make sure I can keep up in classes and that I won’t end up being held back,” he told her. He tried to keep the confusion out of his voice. It should have been quite obvious, at least to him anyway. Why else would it be difficult for him to register? He had been a good boy at school, especially when it came to math and his sports, but she didn’t know that so he supposed he’d keep his mouth shut.

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Vincent could sense the girl’s confusion and wondered if what he said only confused her more. He certainly hoped not. He hope that she would be able to understand what he was saying, but he digressed and stood there as they stood there in silence. In the end, he opted for leaning against a tree as he waited for her to respond. He let out a bit of a sigh, but not one that suggested boredom or irritation, just a sigh. He looked around, inhaling the forest air deeply, appreciating the smells before the female spoke once more. His gazed turned towards the human as she told him that what she had said made sense. Her voice had been quiet, but he had heard her. Still, he did nothing but nod his head in response and then looked down to kick around a small rock that had appeared at his feet.

When the girl spoke again, Vincent’s eyes returned to her own, briefly as she spoke, asking if there was a test that he could take to see if his level was the same as they taught at Beacon Hills high school. He paused a moment before she opened her mouth, not allowing him time to answer as she said that she didn’t take a test but she supposed they spoke with her old school. She then asked if they checked with his. Vincent paused. The girl certainly was curious, but he figured the faster he answered her question, the easier it would be to quench her thirst for knowledge about his difficulties in getting a position in the school. Apparently the girl had gotten in quite easily. She was probably a straight A, GPA 4.0 student. Vincent had not been. He had done decent, but not that great.

After a bit of a pause, a comfortable silence, Vincent spoke. “To be honest, I think there is a test I can take, but they need to check with my old school. It was a private school, and one who’s quite…proud of themselves so sometimes it takes a while for them to get back to other places. They don’t tend to enjoy it when people transfer out,” he told her, being honest about the situation in which he found himself. Still, he didn’t have any hostility towards the school or anything like that. He would like to start attending school, being in classes, and not constantly babysitting his brother, but he digressed. There was nothing he could do about it but wait and wait he would.

Tag; Ariel Knight
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Ariel scoffed when Vincent told her what was going on with his issues with trying to register with Beacon Hills High School. She told him that it was stupid and he had to chuckle and nod in agreement. His old school was ridiculous. They were all about how things looked and not so much about the people who went. So when they found out that he was leaving, they had tried to convince his parents to get him to stay. They had tried because he had been pretty high ranking on the football team, but his parents refused, because they were moving and now the school, St. Francis’ Academy for Boys, wasn’t going to cooperate with them, which was going to anger Vincent’s mother and that was never something you wanted to do. Well, to be honest, you never wanted to anger any mother ever, especially when it comes to her children. But when she was a werehyena? Yeah, probably not a good idea.

There was a brief silence between the two teenagers as both of them tried to figure out what to say now. Vincent left it up to Ariel since he had answered her questions honestly. Then again, Vincent had been taught that, unless it was about his werehyena status, he was to be honest about everything. His mother had taught him that lying to anyone, especially a woman, was a bad idea. People always ended up caught in their lies and karma was never far away. She told him how karma was a cruel bitch and that was the way it would always be, regardless of time and species and everything else. It was something that would always be around and Vincent needed to understand that unlike people, karma didn’t care who you were, how you were, what you were, or where you were, she would get you.

Finally, Ariel spoke, asking him what year he was. She said that maybe she could help him with the material for the test once his school came to its senses. He laughed a bit. “Well, I’d appreciate whatever you can do to help. And I’m going to be a senior,” he told her. He was 17, but when he graduated, he would be 18. It was nice to know that in a year he would be done with schools with grades. He would move on, probably take classes at the community college and grab his associates before he attempted somewhere further away to attempt his bachelors and perhaps go forward to his masters. It all depended on what he wanted to do with his archaeology degree…you know…when he got it. It would be a lot of hard work, but Vincent wanted it more than anything so he would work hard to get it, and if he could, play some sports and have fun while he did it.

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