Love thy Enemy {Jordan + Cassandra}

[cassandra]

Cassandra was sitting alone in the cemetery, she gazed up at the stars in the sky. Her clothes were surprisingly low key, she wore a pair of jeans and a plain white tank top. She sat, leaning against a tombstone thinking about her sisters, the Pryce brothers, and how much she hated her life at this point. She'd turned her back on her sisters which made her feel rotten yet the feeling she gained from finally standing up to them made it slightly more worth while. She just needed some time alone.

[Beti Chavali]

The pitter patter of dainty footsteps were heard as Beti Chavali strolled along the path of the Cemetary, humming a cheerful tune to herself. Tonight had been a full moon, the time when evil was at it's strongest, well, that was what she had read somewhere in a magazine. These stories of evil didn't scare Beti, she simply acted as if it had been any time of the day, nothing detered this gypsy witch hybird.

After hearing the tales of an epic battle on the horizon she thought it would be best to stock up on ingredients, for potions and other magical uses. It was always better to have too much than too little. Her eye's darted from one patch to another, scanning the surrounding area, searching for any ingredients she could lay her hands on. Her eyes soon gazed upon a group of tall, erected stems, each crowned with a large purple flower. "Aconite.." she smiled. Beti pulled up her gloves which had surprisingly cost her near fortune even though they were not real leather. They had done their job of protecting her hands from the toxic plants that she picked and also, suitabley kept the cold out. Yes, Beti didn't want to be plagued with a terrible rash or risk falling ill with a awful disease, that's why she wore protection. She couldn't risk it, especially if there was a war to fight. Beti gripped the stem of the flower and gave a sudden fierce tug, pulling it right out of the ground, roots and all. "Perfect.." she grinned, placing the aconite into her basket. Now, if only she could find some Nightshade, she was running low on that..

((If you would rather it was just you and Jordan, I'll be happy to delete this post )

[jp]

Jordan Pryce was always out of the house. It seemed as though he was beginning to call the University home, and only had The Residence when his brothers needed him, which was odd, could they would try and make it all the time. He didnt mind that much though, but would always throw a tirade because they would somehow always misplace his stuff and cause him to mess up his schedule, which was horror in Jordan's eyes. Nonetheless, he wasn't one to complain too much about it after arguing about it with them.

He was heading home from the University, his stride long and confidant. He had to walk because the car had given way to erosion, and he had to fix it. Deciding to take a shortcut on a full moon, he entered the cemetary, pushing through the tall black iron gates that gaurded it. It was strange to him, it felt as though he was actually being pulled here tonight, but it wasn't as weird as the awkward silence in this place. He walked along the patchy pathway and that was when his bag fell from his back. "Cassie?" He shouted in the distance, unaware that another was also nearby, and probably was hearing him scream into what may have seemed, an empty cemetary.