Weird Planet...[Open]

[Cria Drems]

Cria Drems sighed at the tree she was leaning on, her thoughts filled with nothing but boredom. She remembered when she first came to this place known as Earth, she enjoyed it. But absolutely nothing happened. Cria snarled at her thoughts, sliding down to a sitting position. She rested her chin on her folded knees, scowling at the sun, shielding her eyes in the process.
Cria scratched her head, then looked in the mini handbag she carried. She pulled out a brush and brushed her hair, frowning, "Cursed humans." She muttered.

[Owen Harper]

“Curse humans?” said a male voice behind a tree. The man stepped from behind the tree. “Now I say that’s bitter tone,” the MD of Torchwood said looking down at the young lady. Licking his chocolate ice cream, the man watched a couple walk by holding hands. “Are you sure you want to curse the humans?”


He leaned against the tree, he had noticed this girl was near a spot where he hanged out and she was at his spot. He had an extra pair of shades on him and dropped the pair in her lap. “I am Owen Harper and I am not allowing you to curse my race.” He had a smirk on his face. “That is my job and not yours.” He was being sarcastic and he is being nice! And he is not a walking dead person. This was before he died.

[Cria Drems]

Cria looked over at the figure walking towards her, asking things that he shouldn't have said, "Yes I want to curse the humans. Is that a problem?" Cria frowned at the man, apparently named 'Owen Harper'. Those freaks passed along often.
"My name is Cria Drems. Happy?" She gruffly said while asking a short and simple question to Owen Harper. Her frown turned neutral, though. That was an improvement in politeness, "Sorry Owen, but I feel the need to do so. I wouldn't have said that a few years ago, but now I feel it's the only way to live."

[Owen Harper]

Nodding with his chin and rubbing his chin, he narrowed his eyes at the lady. “You do know you’re risking yourself a big curse on yourself,” he replied. “What comes around goes around.” And how the world did she had that attitude about humans and where did she come from.

“Cria you chose the day when I decided to be happy and not be grumpy. The grumpiness is my job. So don't steal my job,” he smirked to her. “You are not from Earth?” he just randomly asked her. He figured why not just ask the obvious question and see where it will lead.

[Cria Drems]

Cria rolled her head to actually look at Owen as he started babbling about his job. It was a bit annoying, but Cria politely listened. She had to be nice during the day, "Sorry about the job, but I like the thought of curses." Her lips curved into a sharp toothed smile. Cria stood up, looking at the man, "Oh, I'm from Earth, alright...But a creature from olden tales turned me into this. I forgot to thank him, I was too busy screaming." Cria chuckled faintly.

[Owen Harper]

Reading many books on folk lore and historical land marks, Owen had some knowledge about folk lore. The woman had mentioned thanking a person and she said she seemed to like cursing. Thinking the meaning of the girl, Owen had wondered if this woman was a lunatic or was she really something of witch with powers. If that was true, was he going to be in trouble?

“Uhm what are you? IWhat are you talking about?” he had wondered the stories he read about witches was true. He wondered was this girl a witch. He stuck in his hands in his jacket pocket, tried to open the phone in his pocket because he might need back up. He wanted to be prepared for the worse and he did not care to meet the worse alone.

[Cria Drems]

Cria looked at Owen, "Well, as you can see, I'm loony. But that happens after a while of killing people in a wolf form." Cria decided that was enough. Owen would find out without her telling the exact species she was. Anyways, Owen seemed...Different. He had a strange smell, like a grave or something. Oh well. She sniffed again, grimacing at the smell of grave earth. A tiny frown came to her mouth, but she did nothing to stop it.

[Owen Harper]

Was she a werewolf...that was one of the first aliens that made Torchwood. It was a werewolf and the Doctor. Blinking, he was chit chatting a werewolf who was a killer. He did not know much about the werewolf the time Torchwood was made.

He had decided to the one action that would buy time. "How did you get here?" it was simple but a stupid question.

[Cria Drems]

Cria blinked slowly at Owen Harper, sensing some discomfort or something like that. It made a smile naturally come out on her face. She lowered her head momentarily before rising it again, "I got to London by stealing a ticket. It was simple killing a woman who reserved a first class seat." Why are you chit chatting? You could be taunting-having FUN! Cria sighed, "But not much happens, and no one ever comes to stop it, so everything's just too easy. I'm thinking about relocating."

[Owen Harper]

Pressing his phone open, he pressed the one button to call Torchwood, he knew where it was so he did it secretly. He wasn’t sure they get the message, heck, he wasn’t sure he will survive this encounter.

So, he had to play it cool. “You are not from this world. We can help you to send you back,” he said holding a hand up. It was like how he told people that they don’t want to shoot. But he was telling a killer this. “I can use it but I assure we can help you.” He was scared. The good thing he it was easy to hide but the smell of fear one could not hide.

[Cria Drems]

He was doing something. Cria frowned as his hand flicked, for something had just happened, "Well Owen...I kinda like it here." She smiled, "In the place I'm supposed to call home, it's all boring and peaceful. But here....I can achieve chaos and destruction...It's a nice feeling. I don't appreciate help." Cria snarled at his words, clenching her fists. He was annoying.

[Hmm... Should I make the clock strike twelve?]

[Owen Harper]

(I will reply on Monday some time)

[Cria Drems]

[Okay! I'll hear from you then!]

[Owen Harper]

“Okay,” Owen said. “We are going to help you anyway. So I ask you work with us because we will be forced to do so,” he replied. He heard in the distant the chimes of the church bells. The air changed to something dreary. Owen sensed it. There was something bad about to happen.