Fantasy Summoned, Now Stuck Forever {cl}

[Gemma Nye]

~ an RP by Mag2k and Gemma Nye ~
Charlotte lived a quiet, quiet life. She'd worked hard to get it that way. An elderly woman employed her at a specialty bookshop where she could finally get paid to read. A tumultuous past left Charlotte with a lot of anxiety and she much favored the low-key lifestyle she'd been able to adopt since cutting all ties with everyone she knew. Her past is dark and poisoned everything and this was her chance at a new life away from all of that.
A mysterious book makes its way into the shoppe and Charlotte is intrigued.
She thinks nothing of it, pegging it to be one of the best props she'd ever seen. They even went through the trouble of coming up with some nifty spells! Charlotte was definitely impressed. The intricate writing roped her in and she found herself reading through some of the made up spells just to appreciate the artistry behind them. She shelves the book, though, the last of the shipment before she got to go home.
Charlotte is taking her evening shower when she gets home, humming to some instrumental jazz as she lets the heat of the water wash away the worries of her day. A fair singer, she finds herself ad-libbing some vocals into the music and wonders to herself if one of the spells she remembered fit into the rhythm. She sings the spell to the sound of the music while she rinses her hair out. Charlotte steps out the shower and wraps in a towel only to hear rustling coming from her bedroom. She grabs the curtain rack she was going to put up when her new shower curtains came in and wields it as she goes into her room to see who else was with her in her one bedroom apartment....​

 

[Gemma Nye]

• Grim Perry
• Charlotte Reid

• Sex: Male/Demon
  Age: 26 ( In humans years)
  Hair: Dark Raven like
  Eye color: Sky blue
  Skin color:Extremely Black
  
  Power: Can bend fire and has telekinesis powers. Can levitate ( only about 1 feet ) His emotions affect the Temperature of his surrounding area . Physical contact allow him to read people's emotions. Peak reflexes and agility. Has the strength of an average human male.
  
  Character Description: Due to the fact that Grim’s power are influenced by his emotion he tends to be more reserved and monotone. However his aggression and demonic attribute can make him quite aggressive. Though somewhat stubborn when it comes to change, he can be considerate and reasonable. He enjoys showing others his powers. He is quite mischievous and daring. He doesn't trust strangers and does hold grudges. He also honest and respectful to those he considers his true friends.
• age: 24
  height: 5'2
  female/human
  mixed race (greek/polynesian), dark and curly brown hair, hazel eyes, slender frame
  
  General: A very shy and quiet girl, but unbeknownst to many she has quite the temper. She can pretty much be found somewhere curled up with a book as she works at a specialty book store. She experiences a high level of anxiety due to only just now being able to settle down after a horrible break-up with her obsessed now ex-boyfriend. Her dark, abusive and traumatic past is something she continuously works to break through to make sure she never has to live like that again.

 

[Gemma Nye]

Grim was special. He was half demon and half man. He tended to spend his free time in junkyards or abounded facilities to practice and improve his demonic abilities. At very moment he was at a junk yard. Setting totaled cars ablaze. He was testing his reach of his flames when suddenly his flames Abruptly stopped. His eyebrows raced in confusion. That’s when suddenly he seems to... teleport into a closet. “What the hell?” he said with upmost confusion and somewhat loudly. Unaware he was in someone residence. He started a flame in the palm of his hand. He then Attempting to find the exit of the closet.

 

[Gemma Nye]

Charlotte edged her way out of the bathroom, curtain rack gripped securely in her hands. At any moment, she was prepared to strike. The anxiety nearly gripped her body, but she had become used to the fight or flight sensation. Her hazel eyes scanned the room as she stood in total silence in an attempt to see if her ears could pick out where the noises were coming from without necessarily giving away her exact position. She'd left the water on so it could wash any remaining conditioner down the drain, so she hoped it covered the sound of her getting out of the shower enough to not alert the intruder. She'd have the upper hand if they thought they could break in on an unsuspecting girl in the shower!

She stepped cautiously into the room and that's when she heard the movement again in the closet. Perhaps a voice? It sounded male. Crap. She hoped it wasn't her ex-boyfriend. Charlotte took a few silent footsteps toward the closet, glad it was a solid door. She kept her movements out of the light so that her shadow couldn't be tracked from the light in her bedroom. It occurred to her that she should probably not open the door into her which left her vulnerable to someone stampeding out from the closet, so she stood to the side of the door joint. The side table just behind her had a can of air freshener on it with a trigger. Maybe she could flood the closet, but she didn't have time to rig it to be a scent bomb. But another option occurred to her, so her hand laid gently on the handle and with a swift movement, Charlotte whips the door open, the wooden mass obscuring her. She sticks the nose of the freshener into the crack of the door and jams it in so the gap between the frame and the door itself holds down the trigger and the can begins to openly empty into the closet space.

Charlotte knew her way around a tough situation and fought her way out of trouble and danger on more than one occasion. Probably more than she'd ever care to admit to anyone. The worst part of this all is that she wasn't wearing her dark framed glasses so a good portion of this encounter meant she wouldn't be able to see him if he got too close. She cursed having to ditch her contacts and wear eyeglasses in order to help her disguise her eyes and facial structure. She didn't need them to fight though. Her vision wasn't so bad that she couldn't make out his face from a distance when he came out and if he attacked her.... well, she didn't think her near-sightedness provided much more disadvantage than her size. At that point, she could use the blurred figure to tell where he was at, in general.

She stands at the ready once the door swings open, ready to protect herself and jab or bat at the intruder should he try to advance on her. "Show yourself!" she yells, probably looking fairly unimposing in her towel and wet hair clinging to her freshly showered body. Not to mention her short stature which also didn't exactly help the kawaii factor she naturally had going on. But Charlotte packed a punch and definitely wasn't afraid to throw one. He'd have something coming if he thought he'd do anything to her without her fighting the whole way. Her hands were nearly trembling with the sheer amount of adrenaline that was running through her.

 

[Mag2k]

Grim was quite perplexed. He was certain that a moment ago his surrounding area had been totaled cars, hills of trash and rusted steel fences. Yet now he found himself in a rather large closet. The blue neon flame that he was holding in his palm allowed him to inspect his surroundings. On both his left and right were standard size book shelves that were filled from top to bottom. Turning around he saw a racket of clothing, all feminine in nature, however he noticed most of the shirts and few dresses were darker in color. He was curious if the woman who lived here was home. This is when he heard running water and music, the door itself muffling much of the noise behind it. He turned back around to face the door that would lead to him having a better understanding of where he was and who he was dealing with. He then heard what he assumed be another door opening, because of this Grim could now hear the running water and music much clearer. The music was slow in tempo and had quite depressing lyrics going along with it. Grim may have been a demon, but this music was not of his taste. Grim had barely taken a step forward before the door in front of him began to open.


Grim didn't how to react when the door was abruptly opened but only by a mere crack. His eyebrow raised in confusion as he saw what he assumed to be an air freshener being lodged between the frame and the door of the closet. Then the air fresher began releasing its content of fresh summer breeze. Grim was far enough in the closet, where the aroma wouldn't overwhelm his sense of smell and thus causing him to let out a brief chuckle. Had she really thought that air freshener could give her any short or long-term advantage against a half blood such as himself? He shook his head as the air freshener released the last of its content. Based on her pathetic attempt to use an air fresher as some sort of stink bomb, he figured that this was no mage or demon hunter. A grin found its way onto his face as he heard her demand for him to reveal himself. Grim put out the flame that he was holding, pulled up his hood and took a step forward. This would be fun.


" As you wish" he replied, his tone lacking emotion. Using his telekinesis ability, he flicked his wrist, causing the door to fully be opened and allowing light within closet. Grim stood tall, the lighting revealing that he was wearing a black hood and navy-blue jeans. His dark complexion hiding his face within his hood, despite the light now shinning on him. All she would be able to see was his bright sky-blue eyes. His eyes widen as he took in her appearance, ignoring the weapon in her hand for a moment. The towel she was wearing clung to her curve quite nicely. Her hazel eyes were filled with determination, making them more beautiful. His demonic instincts wanted him to ravish her. His blue eyes now locking with her hazel one's as he raised his right hand and opened his palm. He then pulled his hand back and closed it. Causing the curtain rack to be pulled out of her hand and fall towards Grim.

Grim was about to open his mouth again when he felt something. A pull or desire of sorts. Not like the lust he felt when he first gazed at her. But the sensation he felt was being caused by woman standing in front him. Her aura calling out to his. His mouth formed a frown. It couldn't be. " Why" was all he said, tone still absent of emotion.

 

[Gemma Nye]

She felt the curtain rack slip from her fingers and go flying across the room. Who was this stranger? And this weird ability? Charlotte had never seen anything like it, except in the movies. Her hazel eyes appraised the figure, not really able to tell that much of his appearance. Her orbs locked directly with his and she raised a brow, waiting for him to say something else, for some reason. He'd asked why, but Charlotte hadn't asked anything. He complied with exiting the closet, so what now? Why what?

Charlotte couldn't help but feel the irritation creep up her spine. The stature and the ambiguous silence. It had to be Thomas. She wasn't sure how he found her. She moved to a completely different state. Though she'd moved cities before that and he tracked her down, then. He must be hanging around some next level people that had him hiding in closets and sneaking up on people. "I don't know what you mean. You're in my fucking apartment, remember?" She probably seemed very weird, to be so conversational with the prospect of danger looming around the corner. Charlotte literally has had to fight for her life before and she's had to pick up everything and move. It got old. She was almost resigned to the blasphemy and expected this sort of crap to follow her everywhere she went. Maybe, if she could bring herself to move again, she'll cut all her hair off and dye it. Ditch the glasses and wear colored contacts.

Her tanned skin still yielded cascading droplets of water down it as she took a weighted breath. "Alright, Thomas. The gig is up. Just go. I'm not getting back together with you. We're through. I've made that clear." Charlotte didn't turn her back to him as she stepped toward her bedroom door and reached an arm blindly into the hallway to grab the phone off the hook. "I'll call the police on-" Her movements halted as she squinted, getting a good look up under the hood of the figure that stood before her. Darn these wretched eyes! Charlotte did her best to focus, but in the blur of darkness that was the stranger, she caught the flickering of blue where his eyes should be. Thomas had brown eyes.

Without thinking, Charlotte suddenly hurls the receiver at the stranger, poorly aimed because of her poor vision. She begins picking up anything she can: a small lamp, a saucer, keys, literally anything she could get her hands on; and chucks it at him in his general direction. "You snuck into my apartment to peep on me while I shower? Huh? Is that the kind of sick games you like to play? Who are you?" Her voice raised in pitch, saturated with stress. The music she played while showering still filled the bathroom with its soft noise, being the only sound in the apartment apart from the echo of her words. Her mind flickered to the knife she stored in her dresser along the wall, but she didn't dare cross the stranger's path trying to lunge for it. And of course, in her excitement, she'd tossed her lifeline to the authorities. She might have to chance the knife, though...

There was still, also, the curtain rack on the floor. Maybe if she got that first and held onto it tighter she wouldn't drop it this time. Did she drop it before? She could have sworn it was pulled from her hands, but he never touched it. Her eyes tried to search for it but blurry vision made it difficult to pinpoint much of anything in her room that wasn't large and bulky. Charlotte could see almost no fine details without some form of optical aid. She was as good as dead.

Charlotte just stood there for a moment, debating if there was even a way she'd get out of this alive. Her wet hair clung to her skin, the damp curls even sticking to her oval face. Without her glasses on, Charlotte actually had very prominent cheekbones that gave her face feminine definition. Freckles presented themselves just in a light splash over her button nose. Her full lips were set in contemplation, visibly agitated by the amount of anxiety coursing through her body.

 

[Mag2k]

Grim eye brows raised in confusion at the name Thomas. He didn't know this person and most certainly did not care what Thomas relationship was to this female. Why had she summoned him to her apartment. She was clearly no mage and certainly no demon hunter. Grim frowned at her rather disrespectful tone and as as well her cursing. She truly did not know he was half-blood. She would soon learn that he was not one to be belittled or threaten. She would pay for bringing him here and cursing him to share this wretched bond with her.

Before he had even attempted to speak, he heard her threaten to call the authority. He let out a scoff at the threat. The police were no threat to him and he had no problem killing anyone who dared challenged him. She seemed to notice that he was not Thomas because her body tensed and her eyes widen as she got a better look at his eyes. A sinister smirk invaded Grim's face as he saw fear overtake her. This is when she began throwing things at him with wild abandonment. Grim let a loud irritated growl that emitted from his throat as the objects began soaring towards him. The temperature in the apartment began to rise with Grim's anger. The hair of the woman in front of him began to frizz up as the humidity in apartment increased. Steam began to slowly become visible within the shower where music was playing and it was starting to invade the rest of the apartment.

The first two items she had thrown at him missed. Grim chuckled at her poor aim as he began closing the distance between them. However because he had assumed she could not throw,the next few items did hit him. The saucer nicked him in the shoulder blade and the keys she thrown at him hit him straight in the chest. Though the saucer bruised his shoulder, the rest the items either missed or had no effect on the demon beside angering him even more. He raised both his hand in front of himself and then closed them into fist as he pulled his hands back causing any other objects that were thrown at him to fly past him and slam into the door that lead to exit of the apartment. Grim could care less if he had shattered or damaged any of her belonging with his telekinetic power.

Grim moved with uncanny speed and was soon in front of the female. He raised his hand to choke her, so she would tell him why she had summoned him. However, his hand seemed to have a mind of it's own and instead of grabbing her by the throat, his hand cupped the side of her face. His fingers tracing the structure of her cheek bone as Grim's eyes soften and his anger seemed to be dissipating for a moment. His aquatic eyes getting lost in her hazel ones.Then Grim's sense seemed to return to him and so he removed his hand from her face .Then with the other hand he pushed her back. He took a few steps back and raise one of his palms as he aimed it at her. A neon blue fireball being produced within his palm and being aimed directly at her. The anger he had felt returned once he distance himself for her proximity.

That nuisance of bond seemed to be able to affect him on emotional level. Grim also knew if he were to burn her, he would feel it too. No matter, if she were to die the bond would be broken or so Grim thought. Grim Knowledge on how bonding worked was limited. It was rare that mortals summoned or wanted a half-blood from a summoning. He would force her to undo this or suffer the consequences. He did not care if he was in her domain. She had robbed him of his freedom.

" You will tell me why you have summoned me and created a bond between us or I will burn you to ashes!" he shouted, his voice echoing all through out the small apartment . The steam from the bathroom now encompassing most of the apartment. Grim hood had fallen , revealing his darker complexion and his curly raven like hair. Grim now stared into the female's eyes, waiting for an answer. The hand which wasn't holding the fireball was resting at his side, clenched into a fist. If she were to touch he would most likely to be entranced once more. Only time would tell if she were able to figure it out.

 

[Gemma Nye]

The heat prickled uncomfortably at Charlotte's already shower-warm skin. The beads of water streaming down her skin mingled with the droplets of sweat beginning to form. Fear gripped Charlotte's body viciously and her breaths came out in silent, but labored pants. The feeling didn't even seem foreign to her. In a short moment's time, Charlotte could probably list off at least a few occasions she'd felt similarly. And asked again at a different moment, another few could be mentioned that weren't the same as the first. But this could possibly be it. And that wasn't something she'd thought for the first time. Granted, she had a calculated idea of what Thomas's capabilities were since he was always high on something and this stranger before her in her apartment had all the power in the world against her. He'd deflected some of the items she'd thrown! How was that even possible? Charlotte's mind ran short on time to race because the stranger, in the blink of an eye, was upon her.

Her eyes took in the glow of the eyes boring down at her before her lids shut over her own, as she would do when the trouble slipped past her defenses. Charlotte never knew whether or not she'd wind up dead from one of Thomas's fits when he managed to get the upper hand on her. But she closed her eyes only to open them again when met with a vastly unexpected feeling. Charlotte didn't know what to expect, though the stranger's gentle caress over her face seemed out of place considering how threatening he'd been just in a couple breath's time before. She'd been so distracted and surprised by the gesture that her eyes open to look up at him and the fear was replaced with the sultry warmth provided by the brown dominant hue of her irises. The gaze only lasts a brief second as she realized that she was still in the midst of a complete stranger that wanted to do harm to her. He seemed to realize the same and when he shoved at her, Charlotte's petite body stumbled back some steps and overall, retained her balance. Charlotte wasn't physically imposing due to her height, but she was tough and could fight a bit. She spent her whole life fighting people off. This person had abilities Charlotte was defenseless against. For fuck's sake, she currently stood rigid, gripping her towel to her naked body!

When the male lifted his hand, Charlotte's vision only barely caught the motion enough to allow her gaze to follow the hazy movement. But she saw the blue flame clearly and she basically freaked out. Her mouth opened and closed a few times in silent screams, fear still prominent with a very healthy dose of shock and disbelief shaking through her. Her hearing, despite her absolutely dreadful eyesight, worked fine, and the conchs prickled at the sound of his words. Summoning? His demand brought her up short and Charlotte became completely still as utter confusion flooded her face. What summoning? Charlotte wasn't a witch. She couldn't even will the bowling ball to curve in from the gutter with her mind. She was just a ridiculously plain girl working at a book shop that lets her get away--

The book shop. The book. It couldn't be. Charlotte's hands flew up to her mouth as her eyes widened. "I didn't mean to!" She shrieked, her voice muffled by the cupping of her palms over her lips. The steam clouded her vision even more, but she could kind of make out the silhouette of a man. She couldn't make out too many fine details apart from black hair, blue eyes and a darker skin tone than her own even with the light of the flame he'd conjured. This was what she'd summoned? He looked like an everyday man. Or maybe. Charlotte couldn't even see his face, so she had absolutely no grounding in that assumption. "There's a book with all of these spells. I assumed it was just some collector's thing and I just happened to remember some of what was written and so I just sung it to the music because I sing in the shower," she'd begun to babble. "I don't know why some voodoo book actually exists and is just floating around, anyways."

She was irritated herself, now, for some reason. Literally everywhere she goes trouble follows her. She honestly felt like she owned her own personal beacon for hard times. This was other-worldly issues on an entirely different level than she'd ever experienced. Charlotte could be burned alive right here in her apartment by a blue flame she didn't even know could exist. The heat in the room had become much more overbearing on her body. Her curls had swelled from the humidity, giving her hair more and more volume as the moments passed. Her cheeks were reddened from the temperature of the room with sweat beading on her forehead. Charlotte found it a little more difficult to focus, seeing she'd only been in her steaming shower minutes ago and now she was standing in stagnant water vapor that made the air thick and undesirable. "You don't have to be bound to me. You're free to go."

Charlotte finally stepped to the side so that she could move behind her door, wanting to put more distance between them. Surely he could just torch the door, but maybe it would give a little cushion than to just charring alive in her defenseless state. "If you don't want to be here, then go." Charlotte averted her eyes, staring at her tan carpeted floor. The plush fabric was comfortable to her bare feet and would absolutely catch on fire if that flame hit it. "I didn't mean to call you. You can walk out at any time. I'm not stopping you."