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Post by Samantha McCartney on Sept 20, 2009 14:57:28 GMT -5
Samantha had decided to go out to the park to relaxed. The camera that was near the door she grabbed. Who knows, maybe on this outing she would catch something beautiful. Everything was set, it was a bright and beautiful day out. There wasn't a cloud in sight. But she had a feeling that today her life wasn't going to be the same. When she left, the house was locked and secured. There were traps if anyone tried to break in or something.
The walk to Golden Gate Park was great, she stopped and got a lot of great shots on her way there she decided that she would take pictures on the way back as well. When she arrived there was a empty park bench. Samantha sat down and just looked at all the activity around her.
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Post by Elizabeth Halliwell on Sept 20, 2009 23:09:45 GMT -5
Lizzie had felt the need for a walk. It was such a beautiful day outside that it felt almost foolish to stay in. She had a book with her and a pad of paper. Lizzie loved to write. It was something that she did when she was alone or had nothing else to do. Most of her writing was just journal material, though she did work on new spells from time to time. She thought that, maybe today, she would get the inspiration she needed to finish a certain spell. First, however, she wanted to write her journal entry for today. The book was just a precaution. There were many times when her mind drew a blank. She didn't want to have to go back to the house for something else to do if she couldn't get a muse to finish her spell.
As she walked into the park, Lizzie looked around for a free bench. There wasn't one. Almost every bench in the park was full of people. She was about to find a nice comfy spot of grass when she spotted a bench that just had one person on it. She walked over to the woman who looked a few years older than her. "Hello." Lizzie said to her. "Do you mind if I sit here? All the other ones are full." She indicated the seat next to the woman. |
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Post by Samantha McCartney on Sept 21, 2009 22:23:27 GMT -5
Samantha looked up when a young woman said hello.
"Do you mind if I sit here? All the other ones are full." She indicated the seat next to the woman.
"Not at all. Are you here to enjoy this beautiful day?" Samantha asked. She had a feeling that meeting this young woman would change her life for the better. She just didn't know how.
For some reason her mind drifted back to the meeting at this park involving man that she only got his name. It was Chris Halliwell, it would be nice to see him again, but was the chances of meeting him again. It was slim to no chance. She knew that. She was pulled back into the present when a movement from the corner of her eyes caught her attention.
She turned to see what it was, but there was nothing there, she hoped that the young woman wouldn't be puzzle at her movement.
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Post by Elizabeth Halliwell on Sept 23, 2009 8:53:35 GMT -5
Lizzie sat down gratefully on the bench beside the woman. "Thanks." She told her with a smile. It was nice no to have to sit in the grass, which would still be wet with dew from this morning. It hadn't been light long enough for it to have dried up completely. Know herself, Lizzie probably would have found the wetest part and sat down, only to have to stand back up and run home to change her pants. It wasn't something that she felt like doing today. So, she was very thankful that this woman was nice enough to share the bench she had been sitting on. Come people wouldn't have done it.
"Yes, actually I am. It gets stuffy being inside on a day like this." She gestured to the sky. It was a perfectly clear blue, with hardly any clouds in sight. The sun was shining brightly and it made Lizzie feel in a great mood. "My name's Lizzie, by the way." She told the woman, smiling and holding out her hand to shake. She had noticed the woman start and turn to look in a different direction, but she didn't comment on it. |
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Post by Samantha McCartney on Sept 23, 2009 15:05:42 GMT -5
Samantha gave Lizzy her undivided attention, as well as keep a tab on the demon lurking around.
"Your welcome. That is why I am out also, it is a nice day. My name is Samantha. If you would believe it or not I am actually working right now. Have you see the magazine called Brookeview?"Samantha asked as she shaked Lizzie had. She didn't know weither or not the young lady had seen her work.
Samantha felt that there was a demon near by. There were a lot of people, if the demon attacked now there will be a lot of hurt people, she would have to lure the demon away from the crowded park. First she didn't want to be rude, she would finish her conversation with Liz first and then deal with the problem.
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Post by Elizabeth Halliwell on Sept 23, 2009 15:43:13 GMT -5
Lizzie couldn't help but notice that Samantha seemed a little edgy. She wondered briefly why that was. There didn't seem to be anything out of place to Lizzie. Maybe the woman was just reacting to something that Lizzie couldn't see or know. Of course, Lizzie didn't know her. It might be something that had absolutely nothing to do with the park or their surroundings.
"Actually, I have heard of that magazine. I'm not a big magazine reader, so I've only glanced at few once or twice." She said, with a smile. "Why do you ask?" Lizzie felt vaugely curious. Her notebook lay forgotten in her lap as she conversed with this woman. She felt intrigued for some reason that she didn't understand. |
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Post by Samantha McCartney on Sept 24, 2009 1:45:59 GMT -5
"Actually, I have heard of that magazine. I'm not a big magazine reader, so I've only glanced at few once or twice." She said, with a smile. "Why do you ask?"
"That's the magazine that I worked for. Do you remember any of the issues that you looked at?" Samantha asked. She wanted to talk to Liz. She hoped that she could be friends with here. she felt drawn to this young woman. she was going to figure out why she was beein drawn to this would woman. She would fine out why that was.
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Post by Elizabeth Halliwell on Sept 24, 2009 10:12:11 GMT -5
Lizzie didn't normally like to talk with strangers. She got her fill of that at work when she had to ask everyone what they wanted to drink. Though, for some reason, she was actually enjoying this conversation, short as it had been so far. Something about this woman made her feel interested. She couldn't tell you what it was, but she just kept talking to her, even when she would have stopped with other people.
Lizzie thought about it for a minute. She normally remembered everything she read, but she didn't remember reading anything in that magazine. All she could remember were the pictures that had intrigued her. "Well, out of the issues that I looked at, I have to admit that I only looked at the pictures." She said sheepishly. "I was enthralled. Whoever took those pictures was very good." |
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Post by Samantha McCartney on Sept 24, 2009 23:19:21 GMT -5
"Thanks, I have taken most of their picture. I am the main photographer there, but I am kind of stepping back. To give the other photographer a chance to shine. Samantha said. She wondered if this young woman was related to Chris Halliwell. It wouldn't hurt to ask. The question was nagging at her. She knew that it wouldn't go away until she asked."Are you related to a Chris Halliwell?"
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Post by Elizabeth Halliwell on Sept 25, 2009 15:46:43 GMT -5
Lizzie smiled. "Well, you are a very good photographer." She told Samantha honestly. It was true. The woman's pictures were amazing. Lizzie wished that she could take pictures the way Samantha did. She always looked through those magazines when she saw them, just to look at the pictures. She wasn't one for magazine reading. She'd much rather read a nice long novel. Though, of course sometimes an article jumps out at her and she just can't help herself.
Lizzie was completely surprised by Samantha's next question. Did this woman know her uncle? It seemed a bit weird to her. Uncle Chris wasn't known for hanging around a lot of women and he hardly ever mentioned the few he did talk to. Not that he was interested in them for anything more than friendship. Lizzie often wondered why he never married. He was a sweetie and good looking. Maybe it was by his own choice. "Yes, I know him. He's my uncle on my father's side." |
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Post by Samantha McCartney on Sept 26, 2009 0:30:24 GMT -5
Samantha heart stopped a few beat. What were the chances that she would run into Chris neiece. They were slim, she had a feeling that there was a force at work to get her togehter with Chris. She wasn't going to say anything just yet. She didn't want to ruin her chance to be with Chris.
"So Chris has a older brother. If this is to personal of a question to ask you don't have to answer. I want to ask, How big is your family?" Samantha asked.
She always wanted a big family, but each guy she got to know didn't really have a big family at all. She really hoped that it was different with Chris.
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