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| Topic Started: Mar 28 2009, 11:49 AM (145 Views) | |
| Garret Renfrew | Mar 28 2009, 11:49 AM Post #1 |
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The Hyena stood outside on the other side of the street. The cobbles beneath his feet gleamed in the neon glow of the Den's shameless welcoming, his face a glow like some eerie spectre come to pay homage to such a zigurat. Yet, he did nothing of the sort, he did not pay homage. He had questioned those distant cousins of his once inside this magnificent city and they all pointed him here. This place was where he could find his kin, his own kind. A strip club. Not even one that was discreet in who it catered for. He was a bigot in this sense. He did not see the noble Moon Dog's selling themselves as respectful. He wanted to prove they were the strongest, not a bunch of money seeking whores who shook their tails at anything. He would not stand for it. Time to preach and persuade. He flicked his cigarette, the tide of smoke wafting into the air. It sparked and fizzled out, dying a slow, burning death as he approached the double doors to this less than impressive establishment. The male entered with a few words to the door men, a quick check of his Identification was in order before he entered. He was hit with the stench of debauchery and decadence. Part of him reacted to it in a way he did not approve of and he stamped it down deep inside. He flexed his fingers, curling them into fists as he passed several men whooping and drooling over a duo of dancers, male and female performing suggestive moves upon one another. He approached the bar, his dark eyes flashing around for a face of note. The vested tender came up to him and asked his poison. He pulled a face at what was to offer before pointing at a Kronenberg. He accepted the drink and handed over his fee, suprised at the high cost of the alcoholic beverage. He could feel the beast lurking beneath his skin, small dark blotches threatening to errupt around his shoulders and down his back, but luckily his shirt and tatty leather and denim jacket hid that from the public. He stood out from the crowd. Dressed like a street thug yet sporting the face of a male model. He brooded at his corner of the bar. |
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| Carina Magdeline | Mar 31 2009, 02:12 AM Post #2 |
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Lost. Completely, totally and undeniably lost. Carina had initially that stepping into the city would be a pleasant change from the isolation and seclusiveness from Nathan's house, however she did not imagine that she would get so utterly and completely lost. Somewhere between looking at trinkets in shops, and purchasing essentials for both herself and Mary, Carina had lost the map she had so carefully marked out so that she wouldn't find herself in such a predicament. Oh, the irony. For the first time, Carina found herself wishing that she owned a mobile phone or something. Finding Nate's place would be that much easier if she could simply call him up. If she had more control of her necromancy, Carina may have used that to simply sense out the vampire and use that sense of direction to guide her home. However Mary had told her that using their powers was dangerous, doubly so for Carina since she could still not execute any form of control. It was well past sunset when Carina had found herself in a district filled with scantily clad men and females, all attempting to attract her attention. In truth, she simply just tried to ignore them all as best as possible but she did not like the place she was in and did not know how to get out. The most logical thing, in her mind, was to ask for directions. There was no harm in that, was there? Entering the place with the least amount of scantily clad people in it, Carina very hastily made her way to the closest, most welcoming staff member in sight – the bar tender. There was something about the bouncers that gave her the metaphysical creeps so she had stayed well away...not to mention the half naked dancers on the table which caused her to redden and simply look at the floor as she made her way to the front of the bar. The last thing she had wanted to do was to end up in one of these places...but she didn't want to back out, she just wanted to find the quickest way home as possible. Finally, she made her way to the bar, feeling more than a little out of place in the environment. “Do you know the address of Nathan Baxton?” She asked the bar tender timidly. The bar tender simply nodded, before hurrying off and returning with a drink, holding out a hand as if expecting some sort of payment. “I didn't want a drink! I want to know the add...” Carina started, before simply shaking her head and pushing the drink back towards the bar tender, who simply grinned and left her with the glass. It was with a sigh that she took a sip of the drink – which was extremely unpleasant tasting. She nearly gagged at the first sip, her eyes watering. What the heck was the drink anyway? It was definitely not water. She left the drink at the bar in search of the bathroom, and she returned to find her drink still sitting there. It was with a sigh that she decided to just drink it - she was kind of thirsty, and it wasn't long before the drink was entirely gone. Fifteen minutes later, Carina was feeling well and truly sick...something was wrong. The room was spinning around her in more ways then one, and she couldn't focus her eyes. Stumbling, she tried to reach the bar tender who had served her, and somehow ended up in the corner of the bar where a man wearing a leather and demin jacket stood. “I don't feel....like myself...” Carina said, one hand stretched out on the wall to help her stand, the other placed on her head. “Can you help me out of here?...please?” The atmosphere was making her feel nauseous, especially the smoke which made her feel like she was choking. “I...” Carina started once more, before realizing that she couldn't feel her legs at all, and collapsing straight onto the floor with a thud. |
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| Garret Renfrew | Apr 18 2009, 08:05 AM Post #3 |
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He had been tearing himself apart on what to do. Should he preach at these cousins and brothers of his to stop this life, or did he leave them be because he could smell the happiness in the air. As degrading as they were, they seemed to be content and comfortable. Who was he to destroy that? Yet, something jabbed beneath his skin, the pain of change. He wanted to break free of his skin and bite at throats, scratch at eyes and dominate each one in here, but perhaps this was the wrong time to do it? He knew he was strong, but against the united strength of his bloodline he was outmatched. He resolved and decided to go after them one at a time, to instate himself as the strongest. He knew from watching his kin in the wild that the females led, but he had other ideas. Damn to hell be the female who saught to rule over him. He'd only listen to her if she won him over through strength. If she dominated him. He was about to finish up his brew and leave when someone stumbled into his peripheral vision. His eyes snapped in the newcomers direction and he titled his head. She didn't look so good, on the verge of collapsing. Her voice was shaky and weak and he knew it was only moments before she blacked out or puked all over his boots. He set his beer down and slipped from the stool, intending to loop an arm round her and guide her out, but as he stood up she crashed down. He would admit he was alittle suprised before he dropped to one knee beside her. His hands flashed forward and his medical training pushed to the forefront of his mind, he checked her breathing first, pointless to check for a pulse if she couldn't breath. He could feel faint breath upon the cheek he hovered above her mouth and the palm of his hand pressed between her breasts could feel the rise of her lungs. He pulled himself up and scooped his arms underneath her. He lifted her bodily from the ground, evening her weight out so he could better carry her sleight frame in comfort. A bouncer approached and questioned him, Garret explained he wasn't french in a rather rude manner before hustling his way out of the double doors. He shook off the questions people began to fly at him and he took his new charge into the dark streets. He turned a random corner and laid her down upon the more drier patch of concrete he'd found. He turned her head, brought her shoulder round so she would choke. He began to breath gently on her forehead, alittle something the Afrik's taught him, it helped to soothe unconscious animals in the wild and bring them back alittle more comfortably, he guessed it would work on humans too. " Hello, Miss, can you hear me? " His voice was a gravely whisper, husked and rough. |
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| Carina Magdeline | Apr 20 2009, 02:05 AM Post #4 |
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The floor had risen up to meet Carina, and she had hit the floor rather hard. Breath escaped her lips as her head banged against the floor. If her vision hadn't been blurry before, it certainly was now. Her head throbbed and spun as she desperately tried to keep hold on consciousness. A second later, someone pressed down on her chest, though she did not see the action as medical, but rather as harassment. A frightened cry was all she managed as she realized that the function of her arms was also lost to her. But she was aware of what was happening. All too aware. Someone, something picked her up. She felt herself flop loosely in his arms, unable to muster anything then looking up at him, her head sending the room spinning once more as they headed outside the bar. She could hear people questioning the male carrying her, and him saying that he was not french, though she didn't quite understand why people were asking. It wasn't long before they were in a dark abandoned street, the lights above them blinding her. She shut her eyes tightly, though the touch on her face forced her to open her eyes again. Thats right...someone was there... Fear rose up when she realized that she was truly, utterly alone. With a complete stranger. Anything could happen and she didn't feel like she could concentrate enough to defend herself physically, let alone metaphysically. Carina truly wished her sister was there at that moment. Or Nathan. Either of them would have been okay for this...but not a stranger. It was when she felt foreign breathe on her forehead that she started truly freaking out. The man's voice was husky and rough and was barely more than a whisper. She found it downright creepy, but couldn't find her voice to scream. The most she managed was a pained groan, her eyes opening to see a male staring back at her. Not good. “Icanheeeerrrrarrrryouu...” She slurred, closing her eyes again to try to focus on stopping the world from spinning. “Diiiyoudothisstomee?” |
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| Garret Renfrew | May 24 2009, 08:07 AM Post #5 |
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Renfrew guessed wrong. Evidently what worked with animals, just seemed to fluster humans. She came round groggily and unfocused. He leant back away from her to give her some space. He didn't want her to feel suffocated. Her question took a moment to decipher but when he did, he frowned. Alittle taken back by the question but then again, he supposed thats what the city folk where like. All suspicious. " No, it wasn't me, who did this to you. " He wiped his palms off on his jean clad thighs, wiping away the grime of the street beneath them. " I dont know who did this to you, but I saw you collapse, and brought you outside to clear your head. I'm only trying to help miss. " |
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