To drunk to... (OPEN)

[warren]

Warren had no idea how he had gotten here. One moment he was "entertaining" during open dorm night at Auburn University, the next he was facedown in a pile of sand and rocks on the island's shore. At least he had managed to finish feeding before his invisible "benefactor" whisked him off.

He tired to rub the sand out of his amber colored eyes, but only succeeded in getting more of the irritating substance in. Warren dropped a wad of five-dollar bills onto the sand, water-logged so badly that they had all melted into one mass of heads and numbers.

"Outstanding," He muttered, his Irish accent thick with irritation. He was still wearing the clothes he'd worn that day which consited of a light gray hoodie with Auburn emblazoned across the front, torn blue jeans, and brown biker boots. Warren's head was still spinning and his body screamed with the need to eat and sleep. On impulse, the incubus pulled out his iPod, a deep crease forming on his forehead when the device proved to be just as waterlogged as his money.

And with the wisdom of someone twice his age, Warren launched the tiny device as hard as he could down towards the shore. It landed in the water with a small splash and quickly disappeared in the morning fog.

Smokes wandered through the village, staring at the ruined buildings and the few rebuilt ones. Pride kept him from knocking on someone's plank door, the same pride that had him sitting on a pile of stones facing the noon sunlight. His innate senses gifted to him as an incubus were still reeling, giving him a strong sense of vertigo. This made for a very irritable Warren, especially since he was completely lost with no one to at least rant at.

[parker]

She was outstandingly bored, more so then ever because her most recent acquaintance and only one for that matter was off doing only god knew what in this forsaken place. So now she’d have to make her own fun without an accomplice to help her. With a huff the youth picked her away across the rocks, her arms held out to keep her balance as she jumped from one big rock to another, her tongue peeped out slightly as Channler tried to keep her concentration which didn’t last that long on a good day. It was foggy, like always and the girl founded that irritating. She hated the same thing every day and couldn’t stand it when the weather chose to consent. Channler pursed her lips, running her tongue over them which only made her brows knit together. She hated the texture of chapped lips so reach into the shoulder bag she wore at the moment Channler withdrew a small tube of lip balm and applied it gingerly her blue eyes glittering with mischief.

Channler had decided growing up wasn’t something to have fun with so she pocketed the lip balm and scanned for her next victim. Not necessarily to prank or anything of that manner but to make friends with or just simply start up a conversation. The dark haired beauty was rather sweet but unfortunately a little high strung which made her a little over excited sometimes. There! Those ocean eyes lit up happily as they spotted a man sitting on the rocks. It wasn’t a particular odd scene so instead of freaking out Channler made her way gleefully towards the poor man. But being a slight klutz by default the nine teen year old tripped, her white dress flounced against the light breeze and she was sent tumbling on top of the man. What a wonderful first impression.

Peering up through wild dark hair, her blue orbs sparkled as a bright red blush was sprayed across her cheeks and nose. A sheepish smile splayed itself across her face, “H-hullo.”

[warren]

Warren had been caught completely by surprise when the young woman quite literally fell into his lap. His scowl was instantly replaced with an awkward expression that was split with a somewhat sarcastic grin. The blush wasn't lost on him, and frankly, he had to put a mental choke hold on his not-so-innocent instincts, the lesser being the oath he almost hurled in surprise. His amber eyes betrayed his own inner sense of mischief.

While he didn't mind her being splayed all over him, Warren gently moved himself around to help her get up and retain some of her dignity. At least he couldn't be accused of being a raving sex fiend like his mother loved to portray him as. For the moment, anyway.

"Hello yourself," Warren said, his nose telling him that the pretty girl was every bit as human as his eyes said. This meant he had to watch his P's and Q's until he grew more comfortable with her. "It's not every day that I get to have someone land on me. Name's Warren,"

He kept his posture somewhat stiff, Warren's own personal space having been invaded. He still wasn't sure what made him slightly adverse to hugging, handshakes, or any other forms of touching. With other incubi or succubi, he was quite comfortable, but there was something about humans that set his teeth on edge in a literal sense. He suspected it had to do with the mischief in her mood, a trait that was quickly working on his own barriers to tangle with his previous irritation.

Another quick look (at least what he could see through her dark hair) was a young woman who refused to be caught not looking her best. Combine this with her mischief, this made her Warren-candy for sure. He wasn't expecting to find anyone else, much less have them even speak to him.

[parker]

The young lady’s blush grew a brighter hue of pink as Warren helped her up, her wild blue eyes still glittering as she took a hand to brush back her hair. A nervous smile flicked across her lips as she looked at the man, but soon it turned into a fully fledged confident smirk. Channler’s fingers played with the heart necklace around her neck but she looked Warren straight in the eyes, her gaze never wavering. At least she still had some of her dignity left, if you could say that was a good thing, and it was growing by the moment. She watched him intently wondering if he would think badly of her for being her natural slightly clumsy self. The dark haired beauty’s sparking blue gaze ran smoothly over the other’s form. She didn’t like to admit it but Channler had a soft spot for red heads even if Warren was a few years her senior. The age difference was terribly bad, she noted, why her mother and father were four years apart.

He introduced himself as Warren. Channler mulled the name over and flashed a brilliant smile; it was a nice strong name, matching the man before her. It wasn’t her fault she was attracted to him, he was absolutely stunning, but that would mean she’d have to behave herself all the more. She returned the greeting her voice soft as always, “I’m Channler, Channler Evermore.” She giggled at his last statement, “Sorry I can be klutz sometimes.” Out of habit the youth bit her bottom lip, peering up at Warren who was probably a head taller than her. Hey, it worked for Channler. She watched as his amber hued gaze ran over her face, and in response she ran her hand through the flouncy curls, pulling them away from her face. The greeting felt slightly incomplete and so Channler stuck out a hand in greeting. “Glad to meet you, love.” Her British accent was still there even if she had been stuck on Ivory Island for a few years now.

Of course Channler was impartial to any body behavior that Warren was imitating, his stiff posture didn’t even register in the pretty girl’s head so she took a step closer to him, hand still extended smiling expectantly at the red headed man before her, her other hand smoothed down the ruffles of her dress, hoping she didn’t look to frazzle from when she had had the unlucky experience of falling onto someone, but the girl was somewhat happy with her odd encounter, glad to have meet someone new. So far now she knew two people, and hopefully she’d meet some more even if they fell short of her expectations that Talbot and Warren now set.