If you looked hard enough, you might be able to see the figure of a man, leaning against a 'you must be this tall' sign in the amusement park. This man was, of course, Erick. The only thing that away the fact that there was someone there, was the faint glow of the burning end of his cigarette. He was dressed in black bondage pants that were incredibly baggy at the end, a semi-tight shirt, of course, black, and a long black trenchcoat over it all.

He had been here for quite a while, his only company the deserted roller coasters and boat rides around him. Several burnt out cigarettes lay around his feet, a constant reminder of the addiction of the small little cancer sticks. A soft sigh was emitted as Erick's short attention span began to take over. He was getting bored. He decided to go for a walk, maybe over to another rollercoaster at the opposite end of the park. Yes, that would e nice.

Elisabeth was easily bored. And boredom made her do the incredible.

There hadn't been a single case presented to Rosenberg, Incorperated in nearly a week, and there had been little money brought to she and her father. So, even though the summer had long since slipped away, she found herself at White Skies Amusement Park, wandering around with a paper wristband half-crumbled up her thin arm. Elisabeth sighed, spotting a young man, Erick, ambling past. And she couldn't help but stare. She wanted to look away, but her eyes wouldn't glance away.

Stupid eyes...

Of course, Erick just kept walking. He was suddenly aware that someone else was in the park, he could feel their presence. But he really didnt care. He continued to walk, finishing off another cigarette. He left it fall to the ground, not bothering to stamp it out before continuing to walk.

He decided not to light another one yet. At least not until he got to the other side of his park, or until the person that was watching him approached him. He didnt know who the person was, and was not sure if he/she meant trouble. He didnt want to light another cigarette, only if he was going to have to drop it if he had to run.

Elisabeth blinked, the breeze kicking up into a gale, wiping around her vertically striped scarf in midair. A shiver convulsed through her body, though she didn't mind the cold. She loathed the heat, though, and had a strange relief about her that it had ceased and gave into a pale September.

"You know, those are probably gonna lead to your demise." Elisabeth gestured to the discarded cigarette, a ember and a tiny wiff of smoke trailing into the air. The college-aged witch was particularly good at pointing out the fairly apparent. Hence the nickname, 'Captain Obvious'. She folded her arms, continuing to annoyingly pursue Erick, searching for an answer.

Erick turned and looked at her, as if he knew she was there the whole time. Not the slightest bit of surpirse or annoyance showed in his face, and he didnt even bother to stop walking. He turned and looked at his little cancer stick before looking back to her, his face emotionless.

"I have no demise." A slightly evil grin appeared on his face, but quickly vanished again as he continued to walk, wondering if she would actually follow him. Many did not. He didnt know why.

She blinked in slight surprise again, the statement taking a moment to finally register with her. Elisabeth was well-educated at the concept that the magical world wasn't simply a myth or legend, and those few worlds he had spoken struck a cord.

Curiousity was a human nature, and it was highly prominent in Elisabeth's expression, voice, and figure as she followed him. "You have no demise?" she repeated, tranforming it into a inquiry. "What you mean, you have no demise?" Well, Elisabeth knew perfectly well what he meant, but she loved an elaboration.

He continued to walk, not bothering to even stop. His smile never ceasing to grow larger, and his steps never faltering as she spoke. If she expected to continue talking to him, she'd better start to walk with him before he made the turn around the bumper cars soming up.

"What I mean is, I have no demise." He snickered softly to himself. He loved to make people angry. It was just a talent he had. Oh and how he loved it.