Tears, Fears, And the Illusions of Death

[Rin-Rin]

Bob leaned against a railing over a fast flowing river. As she stared out over the river several salmon jumped out of the water. "Spawning time..." She mumbled to herself. She smirked and turned on her heels, heading for the other side of the bridge now. After stopping at the end of the bridge, she sat on a bench to watch a group of teen aged girls and guys walked by. She rolled her eyes slightly as she heard just one of the topics of discussion. "Stupid teens and their make-up and crap." She said softly. After a few minutes of sitting there the sun came out and she closed her eyes, letting the sun warm her body. "Hmmm. I wonder if mum would have liked this...." She said to herself, then shook the momory away. She continued to sit in the sun, smiling softly with her eyes closed.

[Fox]

A young man smirked to himself, taking the cigarette that hung from his mouth out and throwing it on the ground where he smushed it with one foot. The shirt that should've been covering his chest was removed and tied around his hips. He brushed some strands of dark violet hair from his grey-purple eyes.He passed the group of teenagers, the smirk running from his face as he bumped into one of the girls, knocking her over. He kept walking, his eyes half shut, ignoring the shouts of disaproval from the group of teens. He stepped diligantly on to thr bridge taking one glance at Bob before turning to face the oppisite railing from her, looking out over the river.

[Rin-Rin]

Bob looked up as she heard a shout and saw a boy walking by her. She glanced back to the group of teens and smirked. As she turned her attention back to the boy, she stood and walked towards him. "Good Afternoon. I see you hate teen girls as much as I do." She said softly, standing next to him and looking into the water. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, checking his physical appearance for an weapons or anything like that. She didn't want to be caught off guard by some cute boy.

[Fox]

As far as anyone could tell, he was weaponless. There was no need for him to carry one. Not now at least. He glanced at her, his eyes still half shut as if relaxing. He smirked at her words. "The world could do without them really... Or at least due without there obsessions." He spoke after a moment, his voice; a charming tone. He carefully shuffled around in his pants pocket, pulling out a box of ciggerettes and a cheap purple lighter. He carefully pulled a cig from the box and stuck the orange end in his mouth. After lighting his own, he motioned with his hand, the box still being held, offering one to Bob.

[Rin-Rin]

Bob smirked. "No thank you. Those things slow you down in... fights and such." She said, smiling at him and brushing her hair out of her face. Her smile remained as she looked towards the sky, noting that there was no clouds now. "The heat is killing me. Would you like to go to the bar?" She asked, nodding her head in the direction of her favorite bar.

[Fox]

He shrugged, putting the box away. His eyes seemed to have brightened when she said 'fights'. This caused a small smirk to drag across his face. "Sure." He answered her after a moment. "I could use Burbon." He turned towards her, untying his shirt from his waste so he could put it on. He motioned for her to lead the way.

[Rin-Rin]

Bob smirked and watched him put his shirt on. "Lets go then." She replied and headed off towards the bar she had suggested. "So whats your name?" She asked, pacing herself to walk beside him.

[Fox]

"You can call me Matt." He said, smiling. He walked beside her, not wanting to be rude.

[Rin-Rin]

Bob laughed. "And you can call me Bob." She replied. After a moment of walking she saw the bar and pointed it out to him. "There it is. The Shadow's Dragon." She said, grinning as she looked at the bar.

[Fox]

He smirked to himself. "Fancy name.. Calls for some fancy drinks." He smiled, chuckling. "Keep your money, I'll buy you something." He told her.

[Rin-Rin]

Bob amiled. "You don't have to do that, but thanks." She replied, opening the door and waiting for him to go inside before her. "And it's not fancy... its more of a....tavern for the fighters if you will." She added, smiling slyly. This was her favorite bar because of the fights that constantly happen in this small place. Of course, she caused more then a few of them, but hey, who cared who started it. All that matters is who won, and she usually did that part too.

[Fox]

He shruged walking in to the bar. "I guess that's alright too." He held his chin, thoughtfully, looking for a place to sit.

[Rin-Rin]

Bob instantly headed for her table, the one in the far back corner. She motioned for him to follow, sitting down at the now empty table and leaning back. "So, what brought you to this dreadful town?" She asked, smiling and waving over the bartender.

[Fox]

He followed after her, scratching the back of his head. "Work." The answer was simple. He seated himself next to her.

[Rin-Rin]

Bob smiled slightly, fake interest filling her eyes. "Oh really? What do you do?" She asked, ordering a beer for herself and waiting for him to order.