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| Joe | Jun 11 2009, 05:08 PM Post #1 |
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10:38:13 [`Joe] A cant of her head ensued his words, her eyes taking him as if he was a new shinny toy to admire. Everything was different with these vampire eyes. Everything from this moment forward would change forever. She couldnt go back to Blue Dreams. Not like this. Lidia and the others that worked with and for her would end her new existance. She had no doubt about that. And that thought alot made her sigh a regretful sigh. Her eyes shifted from his form for the first time as she took a moment to look around the apartment and the messy shape it was in. Chanel, she believed, would not be too happy about the blood stains that covered her once prestine carpets. When he stood, she turned and looked back towards him, moving her legs and taking his hand. As she lifted herself to feet, she did it in a fashion that made her almost invisible for a moment, causing a head rush and dizziness. Closing her eyes, she pressed the heal of her hand to her head and took a moment to catch up with the moment. --- 10:38:30 [`Joe] She knew vampires could move ridicuously fast, but she no idea how it would have felt. It was slightly disorientating, but she figured she'd get used to it. The thought was pushed from her mind as the hunger pains racked her stomach again and almost caused her to double over. She needed to eat, and she needed to eat soon. Her eyes flickered from him to the door and back again. "You lead the way." An idle hand moved to pick at the drying blood that covered her chest, a thought striking her mind before she released him and looked down at herself. "I can't go outside like this. People will stare." Sure, she could move faster then them, but she knew that he couldnt. "I should change." And she moved to do so. Grabbing a towel and a fresh set of the altered clothing and disappearing back into the room to clean up. Not three minutes later did she return looking fresh and clean, no sign of the blood evident on her marble like skin. Motioning to him, she wondered if he wanted to clean himself up-- 10:38:37 [`Joe] too before leaving. If so, she'd wait. (damn limit) 11:08:11 Scott_Masterson he watched her, smoking his second last cigarette and entirely fascinated by what he had done. Some part of him wanted to regret it. The part that feared he had broken some rule and was going to face some sort of punishment, if not death, at the hands of Aemilius or Chanel. The latter had already claimed Joe as a posession, though the fear only lingered in the back of his mind. Each of the old vampires did not seem to posess the same penchant for violence that he did, and indeed they seemed only hospitable and friendly towards him. Looking over the Vampire Joe, it was easy to forget the regrets. That perfect human form had become so much more. Beyond perfect. There was not even a word for it, at least not in his meager vocabulary. She made the supermodels in L.A and on T.V seem like street whores in comparison. Even her voice had become somehow more silken, along with her movements. And thos fangs were an undeniable improvement. 11:08:14 Scott_Masterson She was an angel now. An angel of death. Just like he was. The thoughts were quickly being outweighed by the hunger. He had not been this famished since that day in Manitoba, when he had become nearly frenzied in the absence of victims for three whole days. It was not a state he cared to experience again. He smiled genuinely at her, all traces of the deep hate that had existed previously gone entirely. When she stood, it was obvious...she had the gift of speed that he had often longed for, even in his short life as a vampire. It would be interesting to see what else she posessed that he did not. He only nodded at her statement, finishing the cigarette and looking himself over for a moment. What a mess. So much blood. He wondered if even a victim of suicide-by-train would be as coated as he was now. It would be a close contest, that was for sure. 11:08:33 Scott_Masterson He stopped her when she spoke and began to move away to change clothes, pulling her wrist gently and then placing an uncharacteristically gentle kiss on her forehead before letting go. Despite the lack of planning, she had been an excellent choice, regardless of any repercussions that may arise. Her beauty would make vampires cry, both male and female. " Be quick. Only a few hours until sunrise, and I don't have to tell you that you want to avoid that experience entirely." He had never tested the effects, not knowing if contact would mean a simple, yet painful, burn--or an instant death. He didn't care to find out. He watched her move away and forced a long sigh, more a gesture of his fatigue than anything else, and he looked over the nearly destroyed apartment. So what. Chanel had money for a new carpet, he was sure of that. He pulled off the soaked black < 11:08:36 Scott_Masterson t-shirt and tossed it aside after wiping his face lazily. The second room in the apartment was, fortunately, stocked with a full closet full of fine suits and even a few tuxedo's. Neither were his style, but they were far more wearable than the clothes he had entered in, and had been wearing since arriving in France. He doubted borrowing one would put him in more trouble than he was already, and quickly changed into a pair of black dress pants and a white suit shirt before pulling on a jacket, now looking more like a survivor of some bachelor party than the slacker he had resembled previously. He only bothered washing his face and giving his hair a quick splash. The blood on his chest ahd dried enough that it wouldn;t soak through the shirt, and he had no energy for a full shower. 11:08:45 Scott_Masterson Ten minutes later he was opening the apartment door, glancing once again at the bloody mess that had been a luxurious apartment hours ago, and leading Joe down the hall to the elevator. Moments later they were on the Paris street, surrounded by the lingering nightlife and with a few dozen choices for meals. Le Romantica would have taken too long to get to. " Choose someone. But be picky. You'll remember this for a long, long time." he spoke with huner obvious in his tone, and studied the crowds himself. 11:08:49 [Scott_Masterson] <E. 11:24:46 [`Joe] She had to remind and check herself while walking to the elevator, to keep pace with him. It was too easy to just stride forward and leave him behind. She'd have to remember to appear as human as she could. Which meant she had to give the illusions of breathing and walking at a normal pace. However, she knew that one look at her overly perfect form would trigger something in the minds of others. It was something she couldnt help. As they rode down to the lowest floor, she stayed silent, seeming to be fixated on her image in the reflective wall of the elevator. She turned her head this way and that as if inspecting her features before looking towards Scott with a dazling, fangless smile. Once they reached the bottum floor, she walked out of the elevator and followed him out into the street. The first thing she noticed was the smell. The mouth watering smell of something sticky sweet and delicious. She'd find out later that it was the smell of blood that pulsed between the human viens. --- 11:24:49 [`Joe] Had she smelled like that? Before she was turned had her blood smelled so alluring? She'd never know. All she knew was that she wanted it. And she didnt care from which she got it from. The hunger poked at her until he spoke about being picky. Hell, she would have been satisfied just snatching one from the sidewalk, dragging it somewhere and draining it's life away. But she wanted to remember her first feeding experience. So she took the time, as agonizing as it was, to find the perfect one. It took her less then a minute before her eyes hadden fallen on a young looking male. He was good looking. Nothing compared to some of the vampires she'd laid eyes upon, but good enough. He was sitting on a bench reading over the local news paper. "That one." she said and motioned with a cant of her head. She wasnt sure how to go about taking in a victim, so she'd leave it to him to show her. 11:44:34 Scott_Masterson let his eyes drift from the potential victims to Joe as she scanned the same faces moving along the streets with those beyond-perfect eyes of hers. It would have been easy to study her for hours, as he had done with the occasional painting or scultpure in a meal's house or even one of the all-night museums that seemed so rare. He wanted to see her hunt almost as much as he wanted the blood himself. Almost. Her eyes stopped on someone and he followed her gaze to a young man on a bench even as she spoke. He nodded in agreement with her choice, silently wondering if it was part of vampiric nature to feed on the opposite sex. It made sense, in an odd way. The process was undeniably sensual, though not in any human definition of the word. It was deeper. Far deeper than sex, or even love as he remembered it. "Good choice." He took her hand gently and began a slow stride towards the man, scanning < 11:44:36 Scott_Masterson the occasional passing female and only momentarily annoyed that he had to wait to feed himself. " I've never been explained the rules, but it seems pretty obvious. Don't feed in public, don't leave bodies laying around where they'll be found, and don't kill unless necessary. You can take only what you need and leave them living. Nobody will believe them if they talk, and eventually they'll question whether it happened at all." He ahd to smile at his own words. He had broken every one of those rules, multiple times. Of course, his 'sire' had not been much of a teacher. More an absent parent. He came to a stop in front of the bench, wondering what he would do if this gentleman spoke french. He would be unable to communicate at all, not to mention convincing the guy into a dark alley or some other apprpriate location. It would be embarassing. 11:44:45 Scott_Masterson He was not a teacher. Or a 'master', in any sense of the word. Again the thought passed that he had been far too driven by revenge in changing her, and had not considered the lasting implications at all. "Pardon me, sir?" he waited for the man to acknowledge their presence, more than glad to hear a 'yes?' in response rather than a 'oui?'. " My friend and I need some help moving a rather heavy couch in our apartment. We've just moved in and it's the last bit of work to be done before we can go out for the night. Would you mind lending a hand? I can give you two hundred american dollars for your assistance...?" This was far more reserved than his usual methods. He had grown used to simply grabbing someone as they passed an alleyway, or otherwise feeding by force, but he doubted she would utilize the same tactics in her unlife. It wasn't much surprise when the man agreed < 11:44:52 Scott_Masterson and stood from the bench. Scott shook his hand and introduced himself as 'Scott McCain', and her as simply 'Jennifer', and began leading the way back to the apartment. When they reached the doors he added " Just take him to the room, Jen. I'm gonna hit the atm down the street, I'll be right up." He gave a sly wink to Joe when the man's gaze shifted to the apartment doors, and then turned and walked down the street to find himself someone. 11:56:05 Thomas_Raith Thomas Raith was new to Paris. that mand had lived in LA most of his life and now he randomly moved to Paris. His excuse, Why not? He moved to Paris maybe two weeks ago, and within that time he had already bought a 1970 vintage Lamborghini Muira, a nice House just outside the city and has made over 1.5 million dollars. The life this Website Desginer/Runners is hardly uneventful. He like to see peoples reaction with his famous line. " What do know of vampires?" alot of people would usually look at him funny then walk away at a highest rate of speed without running. He also loves the sights even thouhg to him Paris is a little overrated, but hey it's a semi-nice place to live. Thomas today however hadn't been up to his normal antics. Thomas was at a local tavern that had his favorate brew, Killian's Irish Red. He would sitting at the bar watching the rather uneventful television as he took a slow sip of that amber nector. Brian loved himself a good ale this was to satify his fake thirst for much more. <C> 12:02:55 Thomas_Raith He let the brew slide down his throat before he got up and laid down the price for the Brew held up the bottle and left the bar. He would have been comtemplating a few things. like one just getting a nice penthouse instead of his current living place. He slowly rose and made his way over to the coat rack and he grabbed his jacket and his laptop case. He walked out into the sidewalk stopping on a bench soon booting up the Computer he sighed as he began looking for a Suite or Penthouse to live in. Someone apporched him and he looked up " aRen;tyou the guy who claims to be a vampire?" the person asking was a young girl probably no more than sixteen to seventeen years of age. "yeah and?" was Thomas's reply. The girl got serious it seemed and she stoutly asked one question " then shouldn;t you Sparkle in the sunlight?" brian;s eye grew wide and all he could think was , Oh great someone who has Read waaaay too Much Twilight. " listen girl no I don't sparkle in the sunlight, and why would you ask me that? <c> 12:08:08 Thomas_Raith borderline racist." He looekd at her and the girl sighed " knew you couldn;t really be a vampire" she pouted and walked off. Thomas sighed and sook his head " Jailbait woman." was all he said as he typed up in his computed journal. " Another twilight stereotype for me." and went back to his searching finally finding a Place. Thomas booked a tour of the place and he shut up the computer. He got up and bent backwards not going over his center before poping his back. Thomas straightened back up and he sratched the back of his head as he went to his car, opened up the Door, threw his laptop in, got in himsefl and drove off to the Meeting place so he could tour his new Penthouse. He stopped and pakred his car about 5 blocks away and then he killed the engine got out and locked the doors. He would walk slowly down those five bloacks and stop at the place the broker and him were to meet. He leaned against a wall and waited quitely. 12:09:28 [`Joe] It all seemed so simple. The idle converstation. The luring of the victim with simple methods. She thought it'd be more difficult then it had seemed. She was surprised however, when the man agreeing to 'helping' them out and followed like a lost puppy to the apartment building door. She hesitated for a moment when Scott announced his departure to hit the atm, not sure what to do. "Uh... this way." she simply stated before pushing into the building and heading to the elevator. The ride with the stranger was no different from her ride with Scott. She was more into looking at herself and the changed then to speak with the man. However, when the reached the correct floor, she hesitated again. She couldnt rightfully bring the man into the blood stained apartment, now could she? With a little quick thinking on her part, she moved to a door down the hall from the orignal apartment and tiwsted the knob. To her frustration, it was locked. Something she knew she could fix with a simple shove. -- 12:09:45 [`Joe] An embarressed look crossed her features before she slammed her hip into the door and it sprung open. "Get's jammed sometimes." Laughing lightly, she led the man into the dark, completely furnished apartment and flicked on a light. She motioned to the sofa that matched the one in the other apartment and smiled. "That's the one." Closing the door behind her, she leaned against it and watched the stranger push and pull at the heavy peice of furniture. He looked slightly perplexed before he turned back to her. In that instant, she was infront of him, reaching out with her hand, she wrapped her fingers around his neck and pulled him towards her. It was like euphoria the moment her teeth pierced his flesh and his blood ran in rivers into her mouth. She swallowed the first mouthful and almost instantaniously went into a frenzy. She sucked at the wound until she heard his heartbeat slow to almost a complete stop. It was hard for her to let go, but she did anyways, watching him drop to the floor.--- 12:09:49 [`Joe] While feeding, however, something happened that she couldnt explain. All the frantic thoughts that the man had been having as she had grabbed him had filtered from his mind to hers. It was odd, to say the least, but she figured it just happened when they fed. Scott would find her there, when he returned, staring at the almost lifeless body of the male, a small trickle of blood trailing from the corner of her mouth. 12:27:48 Scott_Masterson was not worried about being picky. The first long-legged woman his eyes fell on was deemed sufficient, and he began following her down the sidewalk. The late hours ensured it wasn't long before he spotted an opportunity, a moment where nobody was looking their way and each figure in sight was moving away from them. His pace quickened as she began to pass another alley, and in one simple gesture he reached a hand over her right shoulder, clamped tight around her throat, and forced her a few steps out of the dimly lit road and into a dark alley. He felt the esophagus collapse under what had accidentally been too much pressure--an unfortunate result of his hunger. Unfortunate for her, anyway. The injury made screaming impossible, and she must have been in a considerable amount of pain even before his fangs were flashed and tore into the skin < 12:27:51 Scott_Masterson on her neck. He moaned very slightly as the familiar connection was made and the vitae began to flow freely, and allowed his free hand to reach around front and explore her body as he drank, for no reason aside from that he wanted to. It slid up under her shirt and bra, squeezing a breast hard as she made choking sounds and the adrenalin-like euphoria hit him. Only then did it occur that he should have accompanied Joe, in case anything went wrong or perhaps she lacked the guts to do it. He had been fully aware that he had sent the two back to the blood-covered apartment, and that the man would inevitably try to run. Joe had to learn to be quick, and not to hesitate when one of her meals began to freak out. 12:28:01 Scott_Masterson There was also the added insurance that it was Chanels building, housing vampires and their acquaintances. Screaming would not cause police to be called, nor would a bloody man running through the halls. Still, he already regretted not following her--only because he wanted to see that perfect face covered in blood, and see the animal intensity in those beyond-gorgeous eyes of hers. Oh well. Plenty of time for that. She also had to know that he was not a traditional 'sire'. he would not always be there to guide her, by choice. Until Paris he had been more than content to lead a solitary life, tied to noone--and as much as he was enamoured with the new vampire, he had no intention of spending every waking minute with her. Much of it, yes. But not all. 12:28:11 Scott_Masterson He reached the apartment building again with his suit jacket now buttoned up to hide the small spots of blood that had unfortunately landed on the white dress shirt, and rode the elevator to their floor. He stopped halfway towards his destination however, at a door that did not belong to them. The same sense that knew when Aemilius or Chanel--or Eris--was near, knew exactly where Joe was. It was even stronger with her. The advantage of being her sire, he presumed. In fact, now that he considered it, he had sensed her the entire time. Even when the feeding had clouded his mind. He pushed open the door and leaned against the frame, studying her with a grin. "Gorgeous." He stated simply, lighting his last cigarette and tucking the empty pack into a pocket. "How was it?" He took a slow drag and blew a few smoke circles as he watched her, 12:28:22 Scott_Masterson a look of definite satisfaction on his face. <E> 12:34:37 Thomas_Raith He was just leaqning against the wall then suddenly the scent of .... wait whaaa? Thomas face shifted in direction towards there the other vampires were as the Broker came up " excuse me are you..." thomas cut him off " I'll take it " He spoke almost in a tone telling him to shut up " I'll sign the papers tommorrow." he spoke as he went down the sidewalk. Thomas smelled blood and fresh blood. He hated that smeel but loved it at the same time. He had forced himself not to feed for quite sometime so even a slight scent of fresh blood waved heavily on the wind for him.: he soon followed it in his Lamborghini. he drove by and he stopped infront of an Apartment building." You must be joking." he spoke to himself as he killed the car and got out." great bloodsuckers.... and ones that don;t give a lip of who they feed from." He walked to the building and he knocked on the door rather loudly. If anyone checked the door they would see an Irish man standing there and he didn;t seem too happy but then again He <c> 12:36:01 [Thomas_Raith] was happy. Other of his kind meant that he wasn;t alone here. but stil he had one problem, too much blood. He stood at the door in a white tank top ocovered by a black dress shirt that was unbuttoned and jeans that feel over the tops of his black boots. He waited hoping this wouldn;t end badly for anyone. 12:43:14 [`Joe] The blood, the strangers blood, coursed through her body and ebbed the pain of hunger away. It was a feeling that she basked in. Warm and full from the fresh kill. Oh, she knew she had killed the poor man. Taken too much. Oh well. She was new to this and wasnt exaclty sure as to when to stop. Guess she'd have to learn quickly, huh. Before the dead bodies began to pile up. A look of shame crossed her features as she turned to glance at Scott. "Opps." She gave that 'I didnt mean to' look before she looked back down at the dead stranger at her feet. After a moment she pressed her booted toe into his side, just to make sure. But she knew. There was no longer the pounding heartbeat echoing in her ears. There was no longer the smell of blood, other then what little had gotten on her and that had drained from the man onto the floor. Shaking her head, she moved away from him, moving to Scotts side and looking slightly ashamed. "What do we do with him?" --- 12:43:18 [`Joe] Sure, they could just leave him laying there, have one of the others clean up her mess or they could shove the body somewhere. She wasnt exactly sure what to do. "I have a question." She wanted to know if Scott had heard her thoughts when he'd fed from her. "When you feed from someone, do thier thoughts transfer to you?" It was odd, to say the least, bu if it was a normal thing, she'd learn to adjust to it. She moved then, in the blink of and eye and was sprawled across the couch, legs crossed and propped up, eyes closed. She was more tired then she'd realized. So she'd lay there, listening for him to answer her, the knock from all the way down stairs unheard over the others sounds aroud the place. |
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| Joe | Jun 12 2009, 03:01 AM Post #2 |
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14:00:15 Scott_Masterson stayed leaning against the doorframe of the unknown apartment, blowing smoke rings that only momentarily interrupted his grin as he watched her there, looking far more alluring than she ever had as a human. He chuckled at her simple, almost childlike statement. Oops indeed. Still, it was nowhere near some of the blunders he had made in his first days of unlife (The most memorable being the accidental decapitation of a few of his first victims, as he struggled to control his newfound vampiric strength). The sound of the man's heartbeat left little doubt that the he would die. Hardly a tragedy. She approached and stood beside him, and again he took her hand and leaned in slightly to kiss those lips lightly, more a selfish action than one meant to comfort. < 14:00:18 Scott_Masterson He smiled slightly and looked back to the soon-to-be corpse. " Well...unless you want to spend the remainder of your first night as vampire dragging this poor bastard around Paris and digging a hole...we'll stash him in the apartment until tomorrow night. I feel far too refreshed to bother with it now." He paused just long enough to flick an ash from his cigarette to the carpet below before she spoke again, almost immediately drawing a peculiar expression from him--one that answered her question before he spoke. " No. No I don't. You did? You saw his thoughts?" He sounded amazed, and in some small way almost hurt. How much time had he wasted in the last year, trying to read the thoughts of humans and failing entirely? It must have een dozens of hours by now. He could not help feeling a small amount of jealousy. 14:00:24 Scott_Masterson As much as he had come to love his claws, and his other abilities, he would have traded them instantly for such ability. He watched her on the couch as he entered quietly, shutting the door behind him with a soft 'click'. He moved for the couch, stepping lightly over the almost dead body and coming to sit on the arm of the couch, by her feet. " What do you mean his thoughts transfered to you? All of them, memories too?" This was very interesting, and only served to remind him just how little he actually about his own kind. More questions for Chanel, or Aemilius, or even the strange vampire Eris. He suspected the ancients knew plenty that he had not even imagined in all his nights of quiet, solitary thought. 14:14:57 [`Joe] Stashing him for the night seemed like a better idea then going out and burying him and getting dirty again. Nodding, she accepted the brief kiss before she went to the couch. After a moment, she opened her eyes again and looked down at the body once more, sighing. She hadnt meant to kill him. Even still his thoughts, pleas, and memories lingered in her mind. Looking back to Scott, she simply nodded. "Yea. I thought it was normal. That it was spose to happen. It's not?" Well, if she could reach thoughts, then why hadnt she heard Scott's thoughts. Or anyones elses for that matter? Hell, he mind was silent except for what lingered there. "I don't hear nothing now, though." Shrugging, she thought that it just might have been a fluke. Something that was going to happen once and never again. Something that came with this new life. Oh, how wrong she'd be. When Scott placed himself at the end of the couch, she watched him for a moment, chewing her lip before looking up at the ceiling. -- 14:15:03 [`Joe] "What's going to happen to you? Your going to get into trouble for changing me, arent you?" She knew, deep down, that she shouldnt care. That before, she had wanted him dead. And that his punishment would simply be her justice. But she couldnt think like that anymore. If she wished for his death, she might as well wish for her own. Sighing, she closed her eyes again and stretched out, resting one booted foot on his knee. "It was good though." she said after a momet, moving her hand to wipe away what had spilled down her chin. 14:29:25 Aemilius ‘s body lay still and lifeless inside of his coffin. Tucked safely away from the hot kiss that is bestowed by sunlight, he would slumber, for the lack of a better word, until the life giving sunlight had ventured behind the horizon an into darkness. As the sun hid its self behind the horizon, the elders eyes would snap open. Two yellow irises would glare at the inside of a red interior of his coffin, as blue slowly bleed from his pupils to partially consume the vampires glossy eyes. Truly the coffin wasn’t necessary, it was simply a reminding to the creature whom slept there, that his life truly was over. Using his right hand, he would slide open the metallic lid, letting it come to rest on its side. Yet even as the cool open air washed over his face pale face, he would make no attempt to move. Rather then using his hands to pull his sleek frame from his metallic coffin, he would use his will. As if two unseen angels swooped down into his sleeping quarters and reached under his arms. -c- 14:29:34 Aemilius Something unseen lifted the elder up and out of his safe little box. Elegantly drifting him up and over the lip of his coffin, he would slowly descend down. His bare feet kissed the white marble floor, the angels whom obeyed his will would release the man from their unseen grip. Truly there wasn’t any angelic help, but it was purely the elders will to move that levitated his body. Greeting the elder would be statues of his past incarnations. Two, sleek, black Anubis statues, would stand guard next to the only door into the room dressed in Egyptian clothing. Keeping their white panted eyes focused upon the room before them, they were ever vigil. The soft sound of flesh stepping upon polished marble floors would echo in the mostly empty room. Truly the creature had no need to be bipedal, he could simply will him self to move as he did with his coffin. But out of respect for his former life, he animated his legs, feet, and toes to propel him forth like the mortals he impersonated. 14:29:51 [Aemilius] Following his nightly routine, he would dial in the security code to open his door to the rest of his house. Pressing into the soft buttons with his index finger, each button made a soft, individual beeping sound. Once the code had been entered mechanical locks hidden within the thick walls would being to sing as they worked upon one another. The vault door slowly swung open, letting the creature roam free in his house. As soon as the censers that lined the ceiling detected movement they would summon the lights. One by one, each light flicked to life brightening the house in their revealing glow. Soon the nude man would be standing before his closet, debating on the clothing he would ware this night. It was the only decision that really plagued him this eve. Everything else was routine in his night, he would dress, then spend most of the eve hunting those soft necked mortals whom appealed to him. Dessert was another hard decision for the elder, would it be blonds or burnets?-c- 14:33:01 Aemilius Smirking a bit at his own thoughts, he would leave the safety of his manor, and begin to walk into the night seeking what ever fell into his lap. Tonight he was in the mood for fun, perhaps socializing with a few others of his kind would get his blood pumping. Really tonight wasn’t going to be much different then most, or so he thought? Something soft and weak was searching out with her mind, reaching out past the buildings and over the many people whom walks near them. “Interesting,” Aemilius say with a sleigh smile on flirting with his pink lips. Of course this use of power attracted the immortal creature, like a moth to a flame. As he approached the building, those inside that where vampires felt him. It felt like the air became thick and heavy, sounds becoming muffled slightly as if there were a thick fog around them. But in truth it was the creatures age that muffled the area, that seemed to soak up all light and sound into its keeper, Aemilius. -e- 14:40:16 Scott_Masterson kept his eyes on Joe, knowing he would never get tired of looking at that face, or that body of hers. Not if they spent a hundred years together. The changes to her features were undeniable, and even though he had only been separated from her for a total of fifteen minutes, he had already managed to forget just how much more gorgeous she was as a vampire. The best artists in history wouldn't have been able to do her justice, given an entire lifetime to accomplish the task. He heard the last slow beats of the man's heart before it finally stopped, and he knew she must have heard it as well. He set a hand on her foot for a short moment in a small gesture of comfort, though he regretted it almost instantly and pulled away. She would have to get used to the killing. That was obvious. Though it was also obvious that the change had not amplified her < 14:40:20 Scott_Masterson homicidal urges as it had done to him, but he was grateful for that. Maybe over time she would even teach him more control than he had now, in that respect. Doubtful, but possible. He might have even felt guilty if she had become a monster like him. Not for the countless lives that would inevitably be lost, but for the aspect of herself that would not have remained. A sort of gentleness, despite the killer she was now. He looked back to the body when she finished speaking and replied in an only partially distant voice... " Well, there really is no 'supposed to happen' for us. It's different for everyone. Just like I cannot move as fast as many vampires, and many do not have claws like I do. You're unique, put it that way." He listened to her speak again, and found himself listening intently to each silky syllable and even the sound of her tongue as it moved < 14:40:39 Scott_Masterson inside her mouth, helping to form words--though the words themselves quickly had his mind jumping elsewhere. " I...don't know. Maybe. Eris gave me permission, but... I'm not sure that she had the authority. You were supposed to belong to Chanel." He bit his lip slightly and tried hard not to worry about it. Not many things could worry him these days, but the wrath of an ancient--one who had been nothing but hospitable to him only to be insulted in such a way--that worried him. Would they kill him? Had he broken some ancient rule that they all took incredibly seriously? He told himself he hadn't. That Chanel--and even Aemilius--were old enough that they must have known already what he had done, and yet they were not busting down the door with stakes in hand, < 14:40:41 Scott_Masterson or anywhere in sight for that matter. Maybe it was just a minor annoyance, one that he could make up to Chanel easily. The truth was, he had no idea. " I think it will be fine. Nothing for you to worry about anyway." He slid an arm onto the back of the couch and leaned into it, looking back to the corpse and becoming lost in thought for a long moment. He opened his mouth to speak again to Joe, and abruptly shut it again as he realized that familiar sense growing steadily in his mind, the one that seemed to announce the presence of one of the ancients whenever they were coming close. He stiffened slightly upon realizing this, reassuring himself that he--or both of them---did not face death for what had taken place, though the reassurance felt hollow. "Someone's coming." < 14:40:54 Scott_Masterson He spoke plainly, not wanting to alarm Joe if she hadn't sensed it herself. <E> 14:51:48 [`Joe] A long, slim arm came to drape across her bare abdomen, resting there for the time. Her whole posture spoke of the relaxation she was feeling. Alive, in a tremendous way, full from a fresh meal, pleasant company. Nothing could bring her down from the cloud she was waltzing on. Even if the converstation they were having wasnt one to lift the spirits, so to speak. "I read somewhere, a long time ago, that you..... we each get a special gift. Do you think that may be mine?" Though, even if it was, then why was it not working all the time? Maybe it had to be given time to develope. She made herself not dwell on it. There was other, more important, things to think about. Like her fate. Would Chanel kill them for Scott turning on her trust and making her one of them? Would the other elders frown down upon him for changing a hunter? She didnt have the answers to these questions. All she knew was that she was worried. She didnt want to die. Not after going through what she had and ending up where she had. --- 14:52:05 [`Joe] It was too much to just die for. She'd fight if she had to. For herself. For him. She wouldnt let them take them without a battle. Even with her mortal death, she retained all the knowledge she had aquired while alive. How to fight. How to weild a weapon. How to use her surroundings as a weapon. If she had to, she would. She owed him that. Shifting her eyes to the door as she sensed something, she flashed from the laying position she'd been in, into a crouch on the cushions as if she was preparing to pounce something. Her movements were cat like. Lithe and graceful. A slow growl ripped from between her lips as she stared intently at the door. As Scott spoke, she nodded her head. She'd felt it. She'd felt it before it had moved closer to the building. And she could only guess that it was on elder to come end them. "Should we wait, or run?" Could they outrun an elder? She might've been able to. But that meant leaving him behind, and she wouldnt. She had her answer from there. --- 14:52:08 [`Joe] She would stay and wait to see what transpired, hoping that it wasnt going to be horrible. 14:57:42 Aemilius Moved to the side of the stucco building, and could feel the presences of the dark gift near him. Mechanically canting his view upwards, he sensed younglings. One perhaps freshly made, but with more power then most freshly turned vampires should be privileged to have. And the other was a familiar aura, one that he was found of. Scott was something of a animal when it came to his dark gift, and for that Aemilius had a special spot for the young vampire. Not many enjoyed killing as much as Scott did, and Aemilius’s first rule is to kill with out mercy, and Scott had no qualms with that rule. Centering his gaze forward, the elder would walk to the double doors that entered into the apartment complex as if he belonged there. If any mortal tried to stop him or ask him who he was, Aemilius would simply ignore the sheep. Winding up the staircase, only pausing before the door that lead to the other kindred.-c- 15:00:16 Aemilius Balling his fingers into a fist, he would tap them upon the door. Yes he could have slammed the door down, or turned into a mist like visage and crept under the door, but being polite was another one of his rules. So he waited before the door relaxed and interested in what he may find. Knowing that Scott was inside this room, but with whom? Who was this other person who sat in the room with him. While waiting the elder caught the scent of blood. It forced a shiver down his spine and made the sleeping hunger in his belly twist about like thick tar. Ofcourse this delighted Aemilius, how he enjoyed the teasing sensation of blood urging him to come and taste of it. 15:01:25 [Gina] Music pumped from the mini ipod attached the black t-shirt she wore, her feet moving to the beat as she danced around table after table collecting dishes and stasking them in the tub that she held between her side and arm. As of right now, this was her only worry. Making sure all the tables that littered the bistro half of Joe's business were cleared for the waiting customers. Twisting her feet in an intercate and complicated move, she spun in a circle, dipped down, grabbed a plate and set it into the bucket. She was training to be a dance, studying at Juliard in the morning. Working at Blue Dreams at night. She'd been doing this since she graduated highschool last year. Early, but then again, she wasnt the first to achieve that goal. Swaying her hips to the beat, she moved back into the back room and deposited the full tub into the dispit before grabbing an empty one and heading back out. She stopped momentairly to speak with Lidia, the manager, before going back to what she was to be doing.--- 15:01:29 [Gina] "No word from Joe yet?" She knew about Joe and what she did. Found it hard to wrap her mind around, but she'd researched enough to know that the women that ran this place knew what they were talking about. She, herself, wasnt in the side business, but when Joe or Lidia didnt show up for days on end, she tended to worry. Lidia shook her head solomly before going back to what she was doing. Sighing, Gina went back to clearing tables, wondering if she should go look for her freind herself or leave it to the hunters to figure out. It'd probably be best to just leave it. She could end up dead. Or worse, one of them. Shrugging to herself, she flipped her music back to blast and went back to dancing around the resteraunt, ignoring the dread she felt rising her in body. 15:14:12 Scott_Masterson looked back to Joe when she spoke, studying her hard and knowing very well that may not have nearly as many days to do it as he had thought. Still, it was impossible to think of changing her as a mistake. That face was too perfect, and the connection between them too palpable. She had the capacity to be a friend, the first he had had since life. Not the fickle friendship that existed between him and Chanel, or Aemilius. True friendship could not exist when you were constantly worried about offending them and being destroyed. Those relationships were built more around fear, and respect--even if the vampires themselves were nothing but hospitable, even 'nice' towards him, at least until now. With Joe, he ahd an immortal ally. One that should have hated him, despised him even, yet she didn't. Why was that? Just because he was her sire? Was there some part of the change that forced a vampire < 15:14:15 Scott_Masterson not to act against their sire, or even to like them regardless of their own true feelings? Impossible to know the answers, and the questions were quickly relegated to the farthest parts of his mind when Joe spoke. " That would make sense. I don't claim to know all--or even most--of what there is to know about us, but I do know that I've tried hard to read thoughts myself, and it never works for me. Maybe...maybe you have to feed from them for it to work? Or even just touch them? I can only speculate. If I get the chance I'll ask one of the ancients about it." In his mind the sentence was more like 'if they don't kill us, I'll ask one of the ancients', but there was no need to worry her. When she sa up suddenly and looked ready to pounce before speaking, he gave only a small gesture that < 15:14:31 Scott_Masterson said for her to calm. It was pointless running from them, he knew that much. The sense grew stronger and stronger, until it was practically an electrical buzz in his mind, and then there it was; a simple knock at the door. Not a barrage of vampiric servants rushing in to restrain both of them and carry them away for some unknown horrors, just a simple knock. That was a good sign. Wasn't it? Not necessarily. It would not take more than a single ancient to destroy them both, and easily. He understood that, without needing to know the specifics of just how it might happen. He stood from the couch after a small smile was flashed to Joe, intended as a comfort though he knew it would hardly achieve it's purpose. Joe was new, not stupid. 15:14:35 Scott_Masterson She must have sensed that power just outside the door, and the timing of the arrival seemed suspicious at best. He moved to the door, wishing he had still had a cigarette left to light first, and opened the door. He was surprised, and relieved to see Aemilius, and not Chanel--or even Eris. The male vampire had been nothing but hospitable when they had originally met in B.C, and though he knew the old vampire could undoubtedly show rage that rivalled his own, he had not experienced it himself and therefore found it unlikely. He smiled genuinely, though his eyes betrayed a hint of fear that was not usually present in them. " Aemilius...! Good to see you." He again tried to gauge a vampire's expression and again failed miserably. 15:14:46 Scott_Masterson He stepped to the side and lifted a hand towards the room behind him, gesturing for the vampire to enter if he liked. He wasn't sure whether to begin explaining right away what had taken place, or to assume the old vampire already knew. The latter seemed likely, and he only waited for a response and hoped this was not a worst-case scenario. <E> 15:25:02 [`Joe] Every muscle. Every nerve was pulled taunt as that presence moved closer and closer to the door. Even so as Scott spoke. She just couldnt seem to relaxe. It was kind of like looking into the fire and knowing that whether you liked it or not, you were going to have to step into it and perish. A feeling of dread washed over her as the presence stopped just outside the door. Her thoughts mirrored Scotts. Expecting a group to bardge in and restrain them. Take them to thier death. However, when a simple knock sounded, she canted her head. That was most defiantly... odd. It didnt make her relax more. Infact, it seemed to put her more on edge. Even as Scott tried to reassure her with one of his breathtaking smiles. It wasnt until he moved to go open the door, did she move from her crouch on the couch to stand on the floor. She didnt know what to expect. But either way, she braced herself for it. Whatever it may be. She was taken aback at Scott's greeting, blinking a couple times. --- 15:25:06 [`Joe] He seemed to know that man that stood in the door way. Hell, it even appeared like they had been freinds. She stood stalk still, not even the slightest flicker of movement. As if she was a statue to simple be admired and walked away from. She didnt speak. Didnt breath. She simply watched. Simply let her mind run through question after question as the two greeted each other. 15:29:12 Aemilius As the door opened, his eyes would flare into a yellow burst of color, consuming the blue that resided there. Both of the irises that dwelt within the glossy eye slowly bleed their blue color back into them. The reason for this flash was the sudden use of blood that Aemilius forced to them, enhancing their power ten fold. As the door opened, he would see every little detail inside the apartment. Every little grain of dirt that sat comfortably on the counters, to the small spider weaving a web in front of the window. Like a little forest, each strand of hair on Scotts body was under magnification. He took in every color, the once blue carpet that had matted down trails that the occupants left behind in their wake. And the dieing ivy plant that sat idle over the TV with its slightly varying shades of green and dull brown that stained its leaves. But it wasn’t only his eyes that were forced to exceed their original design, his nose, ears, and taste buds worked in overdrive.-c- 15:29:37 Aemilius While the door swung open, he would take one sharp sniff, inhaling the scents that mingled in the room. Sweat, fabric softener, dust, dirty dishes, and the scent that seemed to follow Scott everywhere, Tobacco. Mingling with his scent, he could taste everything his nose drew in. The carpet cleaner that sat out open burnt its way down his throat, the smoke told its life story, and the mice droppings explained to him about their feeding scores. His ears caught the fading sound of a heart beat, and its last beat fluttered wildly before it exhausted its self. “Scott,” he would simply say as he stepped into the apartment. Both of his eyes focusing on the body for a short moment before trailing up to the female. “And whom is this,” he asked in a malevolent voice as he strode over to her side. Extending his hand out, he would pinch her face between his thumb and forefingers. She could feel a uncomfortable coolness that lingered upon Aemilius’s fingers.-c- 15:29:59 Aemilius They even held a subtle strength to them, as if some on animated stone and placed a velvet covering of skin over it. “I do say, whom ever is her sire had good taste….. Whom was it?” Glancing over his shoulder to meet Scott directly into his eyes. Aemilius was inwardly appalled that this youngling hadn’t been his, or introduced. A part of him wanted to kill her out of mere jealousy, if he couldn’t have her he would make sure no one else would! But truly the elder gave no outward evidence of his thoughts, simply waiting to hear the explanation.-e- 15:48:10 Scott_Masterson found himself, for a very quick moment, wondering what he would do if the old vampire attacked. There was little chance of any success on his part, but perhaps a lucky strike could buy Joe enough time to escape--though he doubted even with all the luck in the world that he would be able to stop Aemilius if he had indeed come to end them. In the same moment he realized that he would ave tried anyway at the first sign of aggression, and by association just how much he had come to care for joe. Ironic, conisdering the original intent in changing her had been to torture the soul of a vampire hunter. It seemed even the 'afterlife' was full of ironies. He studied that face that he had been so awed by back in British Columbia as Aemilius responded, and he simply couldn't tell if the response had been curt because of anger, or if it was simply a normal greeting. Again, impossible to read. 15:48:12 Scott_Masterson He watched Aemilius enter and after a moment shut the door gently, as if not wanting to offend the old vampire's ears. He turned back and took a few steps into the room, looking over Joe just as Aemilius now was, and almost replying for Joe rather than letting her do it herself. Somehow he already felt jealous. Joe's beauty was such that even an ancient like Aemilius must have been impressed, and the knowledge that she could have been taken from him easily--either by force, power, or even her own choice--was somewhat annoying, though he would never admit it. Indeed, if Aemilius had demanded to have her...he would have swallowed his own feelings and agreed, and spent the rest of his undead life longing for her. It was better than having it ended altogether. < 15:48:26 Scott_Masterson Aemilius spoke again and Scott's eyes jumped back to Joe's, and then returned to the old vampire. Whether he actually did not know who the sire was, or if he just wanted to hear it from Scott's mouth, was impossible to tell...though he didn't hesitate to respond..." Mine, actually. I sired her." He took a few casual steps closer and resisted the urge to allow his claws out, just in case--though they wanted to come out. Whether the fierce protectiveness he felt for Joe was the instinctive emotion of a sire for his fledgling, or simply his own rage hating the idea that this vampire could end it, he didn't know. " Is that not why you're here, Aemilius? I had thought...maybe...I had broken some rule by doing it, and that was why you appeared. But that's not the case?" 15:48:32 Scott_Masterson He again looked to Joe, giving a very slight shrug that said he had no idea what the old vampire was up to, and for her to remain calm. 15:51:02 Dior ~The night time air swept pleasantly through sun-kissed locks of golden hair, blowing the light as silk strands to & fro with ease. To this girl it was warm, almost too warm, but then French weather was somewhat nicer than what she was used to. Blustering winds & icy cold nights, even in Summer were more the norm for Dior, sometimes she wished her family had stayed in France… mind you, she couldn’t actually remember anything much about the country, she was too young when the family up & moved to England. Hence the heavy English accent she spoke with, “Bonjour! Parlez-vous l'anglais?” her voice rang out in the darkened street, a tall pretty woman turned in her direction. “Qui?” she purred, in that seductively enchanting French accent which everyone here possessed. “Oh, thank Christ for that… you got a light?” the woman simply smiled, sparked up a cigarette & offered the shimmering silver lighter for use. “Thanks.” she murmured before lighting her own smoke & handing<c> 15:51:10 Dior ~back the expensive looking Zippo. “You’re welcome…goodbye.” & that was that, away the woman went, off into the darkness from whence she’d come. Which left Dior –once again- alone. ‘Blurgh… stupid holiday, stupid drunken friends…’ she thought quietly to herself while pulling a second draw from the Marlboro between her lips. A whole bunch of them had gone out together & now she was the only one left, all the rest had buggered off with people they’d met in the clubs, pretty French boys or girls who they’d no doubt take back to the hotel. Not really Dior’s thing, one night stands. Maybe it was time to head back to her room, yeah, that seemed like a good idea. Click, click went stiletto heels on the pavement as she moved, intently focused on getting back to the hotel… Hold on, which way was the hotel again? “Merde!” she growled, swearing in French was quite satisfying. “Bugger it, I need a drink.” her direction changed, back the way she’d come and soon enough<c>~ 15:51:12 Dior ~ lights appeared in the distance. ‘The Blue…something or other.’ she didn’t care for it’s name, it sold drinks & probably had a phone so she could call a taxi later. Perfect. Moments later & in she went, purse full of cash at the ready as she made a beeline for the bar. “White wine, big glass… Thanks.” mission complete, drink in hand she collapsed into one of the chairs at an empty table. Away from the main hustle & bustle of the place she relaxed. Honey hued eye’s scanned the establishment, looking for both a phone or waitress, maybe both would be useful. She’d all but downed the glass in front of her already. <f>~ 16:00:17 [`Joe] She stayed calm. Or as calm as she could as her mind screamed at her to do something other then stand there like a puppet on a string, waiting for it's master to bid its movements. Yet she stayed, statuesque as the elder moved into the apartment and Scott shut the door. She didnt know what to think of this one. He was strong, she had no doubt. And beautiful, as she'd come to find all of thier kind were. Odd, that, she thought. As the elder moved to her side, her eyes quickly flickered to Scott with a questioning gaze before she felt the elders fingers on her flesh. The pinch didnt hurt, persay, but it did draw her attention away from Scott to look towards Aemilius. It took her every ounce of control she could muster to not reach out and pluck his hand away from her skin. Soon, his fingers were removed and he and Scott where speaking to each other again. Belong to? She didnt belong to anyone but her damn self. She didnt speak those thoughts. She kept earily quiet. Even as Scott had asked his questons,-- 16:00:21 [`Joe] she spoke not a word. She wasnt sure if it was fear or nerves that had her normally flappy mouth keeping itself still, but somehow she sensed that if she spoke the words she truely wished to speak, she'd be ended then and there. She listened to the two for a moment before she looked directly at Scott as he fessed up to being her sire without a pause. It was good to know that he would stand with her if the elder decided to end the two of them. 16:08:05 Aemilius Slowly redirecting his gaze to the young one as he waited for Scott to answer him. She could feel his gaze upon her, almost burning two little holes through her. If she looked at his face, she would note how smooth his skin was. Its milky white pureness and wrinkle free texture was almost to perfect. Like those marble statues in Greece, this man’s face was flawless. Even his hair, which was combed back, would be in perfect condition. Glossing any light off of it in its silky smooth appearance. Upon hearing Scott the elder would allow a wrinkle to play at the corners of his lips while he continued to look at her. Soon the smirk would turn into a sick smile, as if some one placed two small fishing hooks in the crease of his lips and tugged upon them. Exposing, not only his teeth, but his pale pink gums. It wouldn’t have been a sickly sight if it had just stopped there, but the smiled continued to grow, exposing the pink flesh of his cheeks. -c- 16:08:21 Aemilius Both of his fangs would be visibly shown, like two tiny daggers ready to be used. Not only did his smile grow grotesquely wide, but the brows of his eyes arched into a perfect bent pyramids top. Making the man look like some sick, demented clown as he laughed in surprise. The creatures laugh was unholy and sounded like many people laughing in harmony with one another. Accompany his laughter would be a small trimmer that vibrated from under Aemilius’s feet. “You, you picked this one to accompany you eternity?” If it had been any other vampire they would have lost her this night. Unaware to her, Scott just saved her stake on immortality. The soft grip on her face would slowly ebb away as his hand returned to his side. Slowly the perfect face would return as his features relaxed into its static position. The act of him laughing would be unnatural, it lacked the human emotion and seemed more like a robot trying to imitate a laugh. -c- 16:08:31 Aemilius “And I did already know, I was only testing your loyalties,” The creature returned its gaze to Scott for a lingering moment, “An if it were my city, which one day it will be, you’ll do better to ask me before making one us. Lucky for you,” he said as he sat down next to Joe, “I like you Scott.” 16:10:30 [Gina] "Gina..... Gina...... Regina Michelle Rizzi, get them damn things out of your ears and pay attention!" The high pitched shrill voice of Lidia broke through the latest song she'd been beebopping to and had her halting in her steps to turn and face the woman. A fishnet, fingerless gloved hand reached up and tugged at the ear buds, the music disappearing and the sounds of dishes clanking, people talking, and traffic moving out beyond the door reached her ears. "What?" she said in that high pitched, whiney voice she knew Lidia hated with a passion. It was the only reason she did it. Normally she was even toned, mostly quiet. But for some reason, she liked getting under the womans skin. "Watch the floor. I need to run out real quick." Of course she did. For something she wasnt going to tell her about. It was the norm around this place. "Yes'um." she said and quickly deposited the half full dish bucket in the back. --- 16:10:35 [Gina] Donning a apron and a writing pad, she moved about the room, stopping at each table in turn and asking if everything was alright. If they needed anything more, and dispensing the bill tickets at the appropriate tables. She loved it when she got to wait the tables. Loved it because that meant extra money in her pockets. And extra money was always, always a good thing for a teenager. Once Lidia had exited the building, she slipped one ear bud back into her ear and moved from table to table, stopping at last at Dior's table. "More wine?" she asked with a smile dancing over her aqua painted lips, hold her hand out towards the glass incase the woman would want more. 16:26:25 Scott_Masterson patted his pocket instinctively for his cigarettes before remembering there were none left, and resisted the urge to tuck his hands nervously in his pockets--only in case Aemilius did become violent and it was necessary--if futile--to attack him. Though no part of him wanted that to happen. For some reason the old vampire had been free with advice and even 'friendship' when they had first met, and he had been more than thankful for that ever since, particulary a helpful tidbit about not feeding from the dead--something he had narrowly avoided doing by accident before the encounter, and would have apparently done him a great amount of damage. Still, the tension was palpable and Joe's face mirrored that. He had to wonder if the ancient was reading each of their thoughts even now, unknown to them. The thought was frightening at best. 16:26:28 Scott_Masterson He looked back to Joe and hated that look on her face, one that wasn't quite fear--at least not visible fear--but was far from being comfortable, or the strong confidence that she deserved now that she was a vampire. He tucked the hair behind his ear in a nervous gesture that still lingered from his human self, and looked back to Aemilius--or rather, the back of the vampire's head, from this angle--as he slowly began to laugh Scott hated that he couldn't see the elder's face. It would have made it much easier to anticipate whether the laugh was going to precede violence, or if it was simply a sign of something else, perhaps amusement. Again, his blue eyes flickered to meet with Joe's before returning to the back of Aemilius' head. |
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16:26:38 Scott_Masterson He had become somewhat overconfident with his appearance in the last year, but there was little doubt that Aemilius would be considered more attractive by many--and that thought only added to the feelings of inferiority growing inside. The ancient spoke again and he hung on every word, waiting for a sign that would make his intentions clear. After the first sentence was spoken, Aemilius' intentions were still unclear--but he was glad he had passed the vampire's 'test'. Certainly, at no point had lying even crossed his mind. He had to presume the elder knew everything already, no matter what the topic was. The second sentence did a great deal to alleviate the tension growing in his mind, and almost instantly he felt the claws just underneath his fingertips stop their attempts to grow. 16:26:47 Scott_Masterson This was good. Very good. Though, it was not a guarantee that no trouble would follow. Perhaps 'liking' him would mean that only Joe would be killed, rather than both of them. He matched the old vampire's gaze when it was given and hesitated before speaking... " I know. I mean, I didn't know...when I did it. I was made aware afterwards that permission was needed." He let his tongue run over his teeth quickly before continuing..." If I had known I would have asked." He rocked slightly on his heels before speaking yet again... " I think...I may have insulted Chanel. She had laid claim to Joe, before I did it. Is that...something I have to worry about?" He glanced back to Joe and reassured himself that all this nervous tension was worth it. Worth her. 16:31:29 Dior ~As she watched it became obvious tthis place was popular as hell, it seemed like the kind of place which filled with patrons each & every night. The blue suede bag she carried flopped down on the glossy table top, it looked to be designer…which for once it was, bought only days before right here in ol’ Pari’. Much cheaper to buy things here than it was in London, bloody expensive city. She flinched every so slightly at the shrill sounding woman who was currently screaming at someone called Gina… sounded like she was in trouble, tough luck for her. Dior avoided looking in their direction, she was still somewhat preoccupied by her search for a phone. Upon closer inspection of the place she could see no pay phone, or any phone… then again, she didn’t really need a phone, just the number for a taxi. Ditsy as Dior was, she’d forgotten to put the taxi number into her cell phone while at the hotel. Three nights here & she was already lost, typical… <c> 16:31:40 Dior ~only three more weeks to go, surely by the end of the holiday she’d know her way around better. “I bloody better.” the words were grumbled almost grumpily to herself. Then came Gina’s voice, a lot less whiney than it had been before. “Oh, fan-effin-tastic! You speak English… yes, more wine please… a bottle preferably.” she purred, with the hint of a smile on lip gloss drenched lips. It’d been a long night & an even longer day, a bottle of wine couldn’t do any harm, except perhaps a hang over. Which she could deal with, in the morning.<f>~ 16:38:14 [`Joe] She tried hard not to look towards the elders face as he cracked the forced, inhuman smile. As he bellowed that loud, inhuman laugh. But curiosity got the best of her and her eyes moving on thier own accord. Focusing on that face for a fraction of a second. It was all she needed before her eyes were moving back to Scott to held steady there. Her nerves were apparent on her features. Not even a full hour old and she was already being examined by an elder. And that examineing stare spoke a lot to her. So much so, that she didnt fight the need to be by Scotts side and was there withing seconds. Standing behind him, peering at the elder as he sat on the couch. Maybe it was a bad move, maybe it wasnt. Only time would tell. But she visibly relaxed being in the close proximity of her sire. "The only permission he should need, was from me." she found herself speaking out. She couldnt help it. It was as if her tongue had had a mind of its own and spouted off before she could stop. --- 16:38:19 [`Joe] Well, now that the damage was done, she figured why not just continued. If she'd already placed one nail in her coffin, she might as well hammer the rest of them in. "No disrepect sir, but I don't see what harm it was him wanting an eternal companion. Everyone needs someone, right. Even vampires." She stopped then, looking down at the floor. If she still had the ability to blush, she just might have. Her nerves had stretched taunt again after her spoken words. But soon enough they relaxed. She just had to focus on who she was there with, even if the elder made her feel she needed to fear for her life. 16:47:22 Aemilius ‘s face turned very stern upon hearing the youngling speak to him in that manor. Yes up until this point, he was in a good mood. But upon hearing the newly turned woman speak out of turn pushed him over the edge. “No disrespect? No… Disrespect! You had better learn your place fledgling.” standing up from the couch he so comfortably sat in. “Your no longer human dear, you have no rights. You’d better learn to keep your snooty mouth shut.” Uncomfortably approaching the two of them, he would speak in a low voice, “And if your master will not teach you properly,” cocking a brow in a threatening manor to simply finish his sentence off. Giving a small inkling towards killing them both off. Walking towards the door, “I shall be returning this coming night, I do hope for your sake Scott you teach her some manors. And once again, I didn’t smack her eyes out of her head because I like you. But know my liking can only stretch so far.” Opening the door the elder would leave with a -c- 16:47:41 Aemilius smile on his face to contradict his true feelings in that moment. -e- 16:51:13 [Gina] While she waited for the woman to answer her, she tapped the pen against the pad and took her features in. Paris held the most beautiful of people. It made her glad that her parents had allowed her to come to the place, away from thier ever watchful eyes, to spend her school term with Joe and Lidia, her mothers freinds since childhood. It was the break she needed from them. Long. When the woman spoke of wanting a bottle, she nodded, stuffed the pad back into her apron and moved to go grab the bottle requested. It didnt take her no more then three minutes before she was returning with a set up of a bucket of ice, and the bottle. Setting the bucket on the table, she poured the woman's second glass before tucking the bottle into the bucket. "Anything else, don't hesitate to ask." She smiled that sweet smile she'd inheritated from her grandmother, waited to see if there was infact, anything else, before possibly trotting off to go do rounds again. She loved this job. Loved this city. -- 16:51:17 [Gina] Loved everything about being here. She didnt want the end of the term to come, and it was, all too fast. Maybe, just maybe, she could talk her parents into letting her stay for the summer break. It would be cheaper after all. 17:06:59 Scott_Masterson was glad when Joe moved to stand just behind him. Already the paranoia of losing her had him wondering if perhaps Aemiliys had been working some unseen magic to steal her away from him. He wouldn't doubt the man posessed the power to control a vampire. He wouldn't really have been surprised to learn that Aemilius could raise the dead, or some other other outlandish feat of strength. As far as the mystery of vampires went, he was only slightly more knowledgeable than Joe--and come to think of it, maybe even less knowledgeable, given her until-recent profession. He almost winced when she first spoke, though he didn't. He was relatively sure that Aemilius wouldn't change his mind based on some perceived insult--though at the same time he was very aware that he had no idea just how the old vampire's mind worked. Joe's second sentence < 17:07:03 Scott_Masterson seemed to undo any harm that the first may have caused, despite the fact that they both knew it wasn't true. There had been no admirable search for eternal love or friendship in the act of changing her; more a demonic hatred that only wanted to inflict as much pain as possible on what had then been an enemy. He realized again that Aemilius could potentially be raeding their thoughts, and forced the truth from his mind, hoping it had no been perceived. Her explanation seemd so much more...noble. It was hard to imagine Aemilius respecting rage, though again--presumptions could not even been made about the elder. He hated that. It was much better for the confidence, dealing with weak humans. For a moment he wished they were back in the states, just him and Joe. Free from all the politics and rules to do what they wanted, when they wanted. Of course, < 17:07:13 Scott_Masterson that was only a lingering thought. If he could manage his way out of this mess with both of them alive, the Elder's were definitely worth having around. The lush accommodations were only a small part of the reason. They knew things that he would never discover on his own. Not without a long lifetime of research anyway. The thoughts ended abruptly as Aemilius spoke, and then yelled. Almost instantly the claws were there again, poking at his fingertips from the inside, in anticipation of a fight that could not be won. The old vampire's anger surprised him, though it was not entirely unexpected. He had not seen anger from Aemilius thus far, and despite its relatively meager amount, it was frightening to say the least. He fought the urge to talk back, to tell the elder that he disagreed... 17:07:22 Scott_Masterson That Joe had every right to say what she had and that he wanted no part in a society that expected such unwavering obedience, even from an hours-old fledgling. He was struggling to form a retort when Aemilius finished speaking and left, and he chose not to folow with an argument for the obvious reasons. He watched the door close and then turned to face Joe, an almost apologetic look on his face before he spoke quietly, and only when he was relatively sure the old vampire would nt be able to hear... " I do not consider myself your master, Joe. Not at all. But for the sake of...them...it might have to appear that way. We need them. Even if it's only to not kill us." He took her hand briefly in a small show of affection, kissed her cheek, and let go. 17:07:33 Scott_Masterson He had to admire her though. Less than a day as a vampire and she was already taking risks, risks he himself would have hesitated to chance. Again the thought of returning to America occured, only to be quelled quickly with the knowledge that the elders were not bound to France in any way. Leaving could easily be interpreted as an insult, and he did not intend on racking those up one after another. " Let's prepare to sleep. The sun will be rising soon." He let a hand slide along her cheek and brush some of that red hair behind her ear, thankful that things had gone as well as they had. <E> 17:11:46 Dior ~Watched as the strange looking waitress trotted off towards the bar, only in Paris could you find a ‘punk’ like girl working in what seemed like a up town club, or whatever this place was. It was intriguing to say the least, but then that’s why she’d come to this country, to find something new. Little did her friends know that this holiday was not just for fun, she was thinking of moving here, away from the ever busy police stations of London. Sure, she loved her little flat in Islington but something was missing, her city was vicious, the people unfriendly & cold she yearned for something warmer, calmer even. Paris could be it. “Thanks… er, actually, do you know any taxi numbers? I’m a little lost, can’t find my hotel.” she questioned, a somewhat embarrassed expression filtering across tanned features as she admitted her own stupidity. “I should really have saved one in my cell phone, but ya know what it’s like… holiday’s, forgetfulness…long nights.” <c> 17:19:45 [`Joe] Disrespect had been the last thing on her mind when she had spoken. Even if her words were full of nothing but lies and half truths. She believed, somewhere inside her, that Scott had turned her for a companion as much as it had been for revenge, even if he wouldnt admit it himself. When the elder reacted to her statements with cold, hard anger, she blinked and almost seemed to retreat further behind her sire. She hadnt meant, on any level, to anger the man. She simply wanted to put that out there. In the end, it had done the complete oppisite of what she had wanted. As the elder fled, she stayed silent, holding her tongue between her teeth until he was completely gone. Only then did she look towards Scott again as he spoke. "I'm not a child, and I won't be treated as such, Scott. Sure, I'm new at this. Newer then any I have met. But that does not mean I will still my tongue when I beleive something is wrong. And scolding you, like a child, for making me, was wrong." --- 17:19:49 [`Joe] This had been the most she'd spoken since she'd been turned. Shaking her head, she sighed and nodded. "But for the safty of myself and you, I will try my best to behave." She leaned her cheek into his hand as it trailed across her flesh, closing her eyes. "I just realized, if this telepathy thing is through touch, it doesnt work on you." Opening her eyes, she quirked a smile before nodding. She'd been tired before she had fed, and the weight of that, and the elders visit made her seem more so. "Sleep is good." Another nod ensued, before she turned and realized she had no idea where they were to be sleeping. 17:28:19 [Gina] "Um......." she kinda said, looking behind her towards the counter before looking back. "Phone book. Maybe. Lemme check." Skipping off towards the counter, she shifted through one thing or another, grumbling about Lidia and Joe keeping this place a wreck. Nothing was ever where it was spose to be. "Damn." Moving out from behind the bistro's counter, she moved across the small walk way to the book stores counter and shifted through things there. Coming up again, empty handed, she sighed. "A damn book store and it doest even have the one book I need! Shesh!" Shaking her head, she made her way back to the womans table, leaning her hip against the oppiste chair. "Um... we're apparently running low on phone books. But... if you give me the name of the hotel, I can drive you there myself." She nodded to puncuate her point. She'd just gotten her car and was eager to drive it around. It'd beat walking everywhere. --- 17:28:23 [Gina] "Or I can ask the cook, who's a plathora of useless information, like taxi numbers. Whichever works for you." True to her teenage nature, she bounced back and forth, bubbling with anticipation at being able to drive the woman around Paris. With a smile plastered over her lips, she awaited her reply, hoping she choose the ride instead of the number. 17:34:09 Scott_Masterson studied her face as intently as ever when she responded, still just as amazed by the absolute flawlessness of that skin as when he had watched it change. He doubted that would ever go away, given decades to become used to it. Her words were absolutely true, and it showed in his face. A large part of him had wanted to attack the old vampire, perhaps catch him off guard and deal a lethal blow to the old being's throat before he saw it coming. But a larger part feared death, even moreso now that he had her to share this life with. " I know, Joe. I don't like it either. Maybe...maybe we can just leave. Once things are smoothed over with Chanel. I don't want to be wondering constantly if we're being stalked by ancient. Once that's taken care of, maybe we can leave France... forget these elders and enjoy this life." He smiled slightly at the prospect < 17:34:13 Scott_Masterson before stopping to listen further, and responding with another smile before speaking... " Good. I enjoy privacy when it comes to thoughts. That's part of why I hate being around these elders. Censoring every thought that might be perceived as insulting, just in case they can hear it, is exhausting. I'd hate to have to do the same with you." He glanced around fora short moment before adding... " Well, this room doesn't seem occupied...and it's cleaner than ours. I say we take it." 17:44:26 Dior ~ Dior couldn’t help but smile as the girl skipped off, such vivacity youthfulness held. Not that she herself was old, but she was far from being a teenager, something that she missed at times. Most of her youth had been spent in study, at times it felt like she’d missed out on something but alas, it was due to devotion of study that she was where she was now. Wealthy enough not to worry about anything much, except perhaps the occasional over spend while out shopping, credit cards were the work of the devil. “Typical isn’t it, a whole bookshop at your disposal & no phone book.” she grinned as the girl returned, obviously flustered by her lack of knowledge. “I’m staying at the Hotel de Crillon, but you don’t have to run me there, I wouldn’t want to be any trouble..” her tone came across as a little unsure. In London there was no way anyone would offer a stranger a lift & certainly Dior would never accept the offer if they did, but this was Paris, <c> 17:44:28 Dior ~where the people were friendly, the nights warm as day and chocolate bread was breakfast. So she let her guard down, Gina seemed nice & what was the point in coming to this country if she wasn’t going to experience the culture & people.<f>~ 17:52:43 [Gina] With a sigh, she nodded her head. "I don't know why they don't keep them damn things around. Maybe its because they have Marvin." She shrugged. Marvin was the middle aged cook who's face occasionally peeked out the serving window to check on her. Which was most likely an order from Lidia, who just so happened to walk through the door at the exact moment. "Oh, no trouble at all. My shift was over twenty minutes ago, and Hotel de Crillon is right on my way." Looking over at Lidia, she smiled and waved. "Imma clock out and head home, mmkay. If Joe shows up, call me please?" Lidia simply nodded then waved her hand in dismissal as she went about her duties. "Let me just go put this stuff up, grab my things then we can totally jet. Mmkay?" She didnt even give the woman half a second to answer before she was practically running to the back room and depositing the apron and grabbing her purse and light, vibrant green, jacket. Green was apparently this girls favorite color. ---- 17:52:47 [Gina] Who woulda thunk it? With a smile once more plastered over her lips, she skipped back and placed Dior's bill on the table. "I can take care of that for you before we head out, if ya'd like." She once again waited for the woman to aswer, leaning once again on the chair she had been moments earlier. 18:05:36 Dior ~ She blinked, the girl was speaking so damned fast she almost missed it & before she even had time to reply off the green haired waitress went, such energy the little lady had. It was mesmerizing. Not that Dior minded, it was kind of nice to meet someone who wasn’t lethargic or ‘too cool for school’. Sometimes the people she’d come on holiday with were boring… well, more often than not they were always boring. Cops, every single one of them. Including Dior, but hey, she worked with crime scenes more often than not. Which put her in a whole different league than the beat cops she’d come here with. Before long Gina was back, still full of life & bouncy at this time of night, perhaps it was age that made sure Dior knew it was past her bedtime already. “Thank you… Gina was it? I think I heard someone shouting at you earlier… I’m Dior, it’s been a pleasure meeting you.” a somewhat formal introduction but that was just the way she was <c> 18:05:52 Dior ~Without thinking she’d pulled a note from her bag, it was more than enough to cover the bill & give a generous tip but hey, Dior could afford it. That was one of the ups of being a career woman. Money she could splash around like water when she was on holiday. She’d saved up an awful lot of it for this trip. “Keep the change, you more than deserve it.” she purred, almost playfully before gliding elegantly to her feet. “Lead the way, Fille.” a little dash of French at the end? Yeah, why not, technically Dior could speak it, but English was her first language. <f>~ 18:16:30 [Gina] "Yea... Gina. That was probably Lidia you heard. She's always yellin at me. Gettin on my case. Can't say I blame her though. I'm a hellion." She wasnt really, and the joke was conveyed with a smirk before she took the note and moved to the register. Placing the money into the drawer, she pulled out the change. Counted it. Then recounted it to make sure. There was an aweful lot left over and she didnt want to take it. On her way back, she got stopped by Lidia. "Vous prenez à droite le mieux la maison, missy." Rolling her eyes, she nodded and smiled before once more attempting to go back to Dior. " Droit d'accueil. Baisse de la femme. Restez dans la voiture. Puis la maison. Comprendre?" Sighing, she turned and faced the woman, quickly spouting off to her. "Je ne suis pas un enfant. Je peux prendre soin de moi. Je n'ai pas besoin de vous en vol stationnaire. Relax. Je serai en sécurité." Lidia only nodded before letting her go once more. --- 18:16:34 [Gina] Returning to the table, she handed the money back. "It's too much. I can't accept it." Whether or not the woman took the money back, she would lead her to the small two passenger car around back, unlocking it and climbing into the drivers side. She'd wait long enough for Dior to crawl into the car before starting it and pulling out into the busy night time traffic. "So, your not from Paris, are you?" 18:29:58 Dior ~ “Call it taxi fair as well, it’ll help pay for the gas you’re using to take me to the hotel.” she shrugged & refused to take the money back. That’s also how she was, never taking anything for nothing. She liked to pay her way most of the time. “Cute car.” she grinned, sliding inside with ease before tugging at the seat belt till it locked with a audible click into place. Safety first! “Technically no, I’m from England. I was born in France though, but moved when I was very young, you could say this holiday is an exploration of the ‘home land’.” she paused for but a moment, she could tell Gina of her true intentions on coming here, she wasn’t exactly going to tell her colleagues. “Actually, I’m thinking of moving here… joining the police in this country, it sounds a lot less stressful…you’re not from here either are you?” she questioned, picking up on the slight accent Gina had was easy. Although she couldn’t quite figure out where the girl was from.~ 18:36:13 [Gina] The care rode with the efficiency of a new car. One that had probably been driven a total of three times. Which was one less then it actually had been. Well... this trip would make it number three, but that was beside the point! With one hand on the wheel, the other stuffed the money into her pocket. She knew when to pick her battles, and this wasnt the time. Nor the person, it seemed. "Well I thank you." she said after a moment. Her foot pressed into the brake as the came upon the first of what, with her luck, was going to be a string of many. "England. I've always wanted to go there." But Paris' Juliard had accepted her first. And she had 'family' here. So this was where she went. "Oh no. I'm defianetly not from here. I came from California. I like here alot better though." Shrugging her shoulders, she kept her focus on the rode. It wasnt that she'd never driven before. But this was actually her first experience driving a car where she was technically sitting on the passenger side. --- 18:36:17 [Gina] "Moving here, huh. That awesome. This place is great. So much to do. And everyone is so nice!" So much nicer then those bred and reered in California, that was for sure. 18:49:33 Dior ~”England’s not so bad, colder than it is here… & I must admit, the people are a lot less friendly where I come from. My line of work sometimes depresses me, people are so damned brutal in London….” she shrugged, her first year at work had shocked her deeply, but through time she’d grown used to the horror of crime, something which was beginning to terrify her. No one should be immune to the sight of a crime scene, or murder. “Moving on, California. Cool place, visited there a few times… way to hot for me though. I swear I almost melted.” she chuckled at the memory of the worst sun burned skin she’d ever experienced. “Moving here, yeah… ut’s a possibility. I don’t feel like doing it alone though, hence the trip… maybe persuade someone to move with me. That’s the plan anyway. Why’re you in Paris? Seems a long way from home for you.” she was curious about the girl now, she not only looked interesting but seemed intelligent as well, <c> 18:49:35 Dior ~which was always a plus & for once, the magnificent scenes of Paris couldn’t draw her attention away from someone.<f>~ 19:02:46 [Gina] She weaved through traffic like a professional Nascar driving. Giving the car the proper amount of gas before breaking when nessacary. At the second of the red lights, she smiled and nodded. "Yea, I can understand that. I wouldnt have came here unless I knew someone. Even though I do live in my own flat." Pressing the gas once the light changed, she turned the corner with the traffic, nodding some. "I love the weather here. It's always nice. Well, most of the time." The woman seemed to be an open book, which made her wonder if any of the people she was with even cared that they had left her alone with no way back to the hotel. The thought seemed to anger her slightly before she took a breath and resumed smiling. "Oh, I'm going to school here. Juliard. Want to be a professional dancer." Turning a second corner, she spotted the hotel off in the distance. "Wow. I wish I could afford to stay in a place like that. Seems fancy."--- 19:02:50 [Gina] Weaving to get in the correct lane for the turn, she kept an eye on the oncoming traffic, waiting for the perfect oppertunity to flip a U-turn and park right infront of the doors. 19:14:27 Dior ~”I own my own apartment in Islington… er, that’s in the centre of London. It’s quite nice, but damned expensive. I’m getting sick of paying the mortgage every month, takes up almost half my salary…. You’re training to be a dancer? Awesome. Truth be told… I dabbled in pole dancing when I was younger, made some money on the side..</b>” was that a blush on her cheeks? Yeah, just a little. Sometimes she spoke without thinking. “Er…I’m not one anymore… I swear.” she grinned yet again, flashing a set of perfect pearly whites. “Must cost a fortune to be in school here, you pay for it by working in The blue…er… whatever that place was called?” so many questions, it seemed Dior was more than curious about the girl. Maybe even curious enough to attempt friendship with her, but that could wait for now. They’d only just met. “Fancy? Yeah, a bit, one of the best hotels in Paris… you wanna come in for something to drink? It’s an open bar for patrons. <c> 19:14:30 Dior ~Free drinks are a must when the bill for staying runs into four digits.</b>” it was a genuine offer, Gina was more than welcome to come in for a while. It wasn’t like Dior had anything else to do. Her ‘friends’ had all deserted her anyway. If & when they pulled up, two young French boys opened the doors of the car and waited for them to get out. If Gina wanted she could hand over the car keys to them & they’d park it for her, if not, Dior would get out alone.~ 19:22:04 [Gina] "Yea. It's something I've dreamed about all my life. And they say I have talent. I must if I got accepted. They just don't hand out them letters to anyone, ya know." A smile broke across her lips as Dior confessed that she'd dabbled in stripping when she was younger. That wasnt something she, herself, would be doing. But it seemed interesting enough. "No. I don't pay for it. I'm on scholarship. A tight one. I must retain a 3.5 GPA to continue to go for free. But it's worth it, and I'm smart enough I guess." As she spoke, she twisted the wheel and slid the car to an amazing stop against the crub, smiling at her skill. "Oh..... sure. I could stay for a bit." Wait... maybe she should maybe preform the test of all tests on the woman before getting out of the car. But they were going to the bar, right? Public place. If she was a vampire, it wasnt like she'd attempt to bite her in public. The test could wait for a little bit, she guess. --- 19:22:07 [Gina] Climbing out of the car, she handed the young man the keys and smiled. "Better treat her nice. She's new." With that, she walked around the car and joined Dior on the sidewalk, slipping her hand into her pocket, fingers wrapping around the vial of holy water she kept there. "After you." 19:37:00 Dior ~”Damn, you must be smart. They definitely don’t just hand out those scholarships to any one. What kind of dance are you going for?” she purred, while slipping out of the car again, she was so used to ‘service’ that she didn’t even glance at the two boys. Before they’d even gotten to the entrance the car vanished, the two seated was most likely to be parked next to a Bentley or something. Expensive hotel equals scarily expensive cars in the parking lot. “Not a bad driver either… although I must admit, I was a bit worried you might swerve to the wrong side of the road… must be strange driving in a country with different driving rules. ” the almost perfect smile split across sun kissed features again, her ‘natural beauty’ probably just added to Gina’s suspicions of vampirism. Dior never wore anything but lip gloss, she didn’t need to. Lucky gene’s. The hotel foyer was dazzling, its walls lit brightly with lights. The floor a shimmering white marble which reflected the green of Gina’s <c> 19:37:02 Dior ~clothing & hair, along with the flowing red evening dress Dior wore.“Long vodka… and…” she paused, waiting for Gina to choose her preferred poison. Almost too casually did she lean against the ebony black bar top and once again, the bar tender was ignored except for the order. Was it rudeness on her part or was she just too interested in Gina? No one would ever know. “Green hair, I bet they don’t see that very often in a place like this.” she whispered with amusement once the bar tender had wandered off to fetch their drinks.<f>~ 19:37:26 [Dior] two seater** ]] 19:40:27 Thomas_Raith was in his newer penthouse looking around at all of the random modern furniture was in the room. He hated it's look, The furniture was more to look at than to be put to use. He would sigh disgruntledly at the fact that he didn't own a bloody truck. Thomas slipped his Blackberry out of his pcoket as he looked through his Address BooK finding a moving company. HE would call them " Yes Sir, I have an Issue with move my Furniture and other personal Items from my old manor to my current suite, I was wondering if there was any way that I could have you meet me at the house to pick those items." He listened for a second. " yes it's address is Cheateu Lebrom Outside of town.... Thanks" HE sighed as he got up from his chair and headed down the elevator. He sighed as he began to slip on his Balck leather duster over his black dress shirt and jeans. He walked out to the Hotel's garage that housed his 1970 Lamborghini Muira. " geez I swear my moving's never getting done." He sighed as he got into his car and >>> 19:47:18 Thomas_Raith started the engine.he opened the garage door and headed out the his old Estate. " only one problem with this car.... No luggage space." he spoke to himself as he drove and then he stopped by the Mover's place to drop off his current address and to give them a spare key to move his crap into the room. After that however, he began to head back to the hotel, park his car in the garage. get out and head towards the hotel's bar. He would arrive slowly to the bar as he sat down. " Killian's please bartender." the bartender looked at him funny mostly because of Thomas's thick irish accent. and he would wait for his drink and he notcied several other people but two young looking women caught his eye and he nodded to him generously. He soon though looked over and saw the mover coming in with his stuff. " dang they work bloody fast." He smiled as the bartender served some drinks then slid him his favorate brew. He took a slow sip letting the favor soak into his tastebuds before finishing the drink. 19:49:42 [Gina] "Interpitive. Ballet. I'm not quite sure yet. I like ballet alot, but interpitive is much more expressive. Then again, I may just end up as a back up dancer, shaking my booty for some rock star." The grin that spread over her lips was almost dazzling had it not been marred by the green lipstick she always seemed to wear. Upon entering the hotel, she let her eyes wander, gasping in a breath. It was even more amazing then she'd imagined it to be. Everything was so..... clean. Which was amazing. There was nothing this perfect in the states. The french sure did know class. Walking across the pristine floor, her combat boots clunking with each step, she followed Dior into the bar area and leaned against the counter. "Long vodka works." she added, smiling to the tender, which in turn gave her a werid look. "Yea... green is not a color most see. Hence the reason I did it. Plus, my parents hate it which is a uber plus." Another grin before she scooted her form into one of the stools and pulling-- 19:49:48 [Gina] her hair between her fingers. "I always wondered what it'd be like to be loaded. You'll have to tell me." Her eyes shifted for a brief moment to the man that entered before looking back to Dior with a smile. 20:02:50 Dior ~”Ha… being ‘loaded’ ain’t so great. My parents own a very successful company, I inherited most of my money from them… kinda. It’s complicated but the general gist of it is, whatever I earn myself from working the inheritance doubles. So if I earned… say, 500 dollars a month, they’d double it to 1500 dollars. See? I never really spend much of their money though, I earn enough myself…. I just waste their money on places like this. I could never afford this place if it wasn’t for them.” the drinks arrived moments later, along with another patron of the place. A young man apparently, a rather good looking one. Not that Dior noticed, her taste was a little more… Gina style. “Pissing off the parents? Always fun, I haven’t seen mine in years, they both died when I was about your age.” she was like an open book it seemed, quite trusting. If anyone who knew her was around they’d be in shock, Dior was usually one of the coldest people anyone could ever meet. <c> 20:02:53 Dior ~“Ballet, sounds painful, I hear it draws blood at times….working for a rockstar, you’d certainly fit in with that style of life.” she purred again, sliding away from the bar as she spoke. Soft leather sofa’s scattered throughout the room were open & inviting, she took a seat on one not too far away from the bar, making it easy for them to order more drinks if they wanted. “I thought about dying my hair pink a few times but I could never get the balls to do it, I’m a bit of a wimp like that.”~ |
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20:10:05 Thomas_Raith Would take another drink from his brew to finish it off and he would leave it at the bar and then he placed the price on the bar. Thomas would get and pop his neck slightly as he rubbed it gently with his right hand. He noticed one of the mover carrying a family picture " be careful with that one, I'd kill you if you broke it." he spoke in a monotone voice that still seemed drowned in seriousness. He walked over to the main desk. " any Mail for me?" he asked handing them a key. The receiptionist went in back and brought back some envelopes and Thomas's key. " Thank's miss." Thomas made his way to a Seat near the Bar he lifted his eyes seeing another Woman there " oh Sorry." he told her as he went to another seat right near it. He began reading who the envelopes were from and opened a few. " bloody Family." he smiled reading one of the letters. and soon a young woman came walking to him. " hey didn;t you say you were a vampire?" Thomas looked to the woman. " at one point I might of yes." The woman seemed >> 20:15:43 Thomas_Raith to look angry but Thomas didn't care. " What make you think that you belong in this hotel?" the woman pratically yelled at him " look, I have the money to stay here so why shouldn't I?" the woman looked at him " because people who go around claiming to be something they're not aren;t welcome. Thomas looked at her as he placed the letter's and enveloped down carefully. " let me tell you something." as he took his hand off the envelopes and letters he moved them infront of him and he locked his fingers then laid his chin on his fingers. " If I wished for some Bitch to come at me telling me to leave a place that I'm paying for, and also that same bitch in provoking me. normally that woman would grow a pair of testicles and her breasts would fall off in my eye thus causing me to become very violent. but at the current moment there are other people around not letting you're testies decend or you breasts to sag off. So if you don;t want to meet me in some dark alley alone at the wrong time of night I would >> 20:17:27 Thomas_Raith Strongly suggest that you stop harrassing me about what I said in the past got it?" he looked at her his eyes cold and heartless. She looekd at him like he was a monster, but she turned her head up and walked off to order a Bloody Mary. Thomas on the other hand sighed as he picked up another letter reading it's contents. " bloody people here have no manners I swear." 20:24:01 [Gina] She wished she had parents like that. Sure, her parents were well off. But they believed that everyone must work for what they want and not accept hand outs. Which in her eyes, was bull shit, seeing as her parents had gotten thier money from thier parents. That, in her eyes, was a hand out. Sure, her dad worked long hard hours at a plant that could kill him, twelve hours a day, six days a week. But that was so besides the point. She did it though. Worked her ass off at school. And even harder at work every day. Seven days a damn week. It was cool though. She worked for Joe and Joe was one of those bosses that everyone dreamed about having. No so...... bossy. Yea, that was the word. Once her drink arrived, she took it and rose it to those green painted lips, taking a sip. She didnt drink much. Wasnt technically old enough to do so, so she ended up making a very funny face before looking down into the glass. "Should have ordered soda." Nodding, to her, she gave her an empathetic look. --- 20:24:24 [Gina] "That sucks. As much as I don't like my parents, I think I would die if I lost them." Smiling, she stood as Dior did and moved to the more confotable seats, lounging back and resting her booted feet on the nearby table. She gave a small laugh as Dior commented on her look and the rockstar. "As awesome as that would be, I highly doubt I'd be fond of that kind of dancing. But yea, ballet can be grousome. I should show you some of the scars on my feet from it! They are horrible. Blisters suck." Another laugh ensued as she confessed about dying her hair pink. "I've done pink. A purple. And blue. And most recently green. I love color. It's so... vibrant." As she spoke, she listened to the conversation the other was having, shaking her head. "Vampires. Right, huh. Some people, man." However, she could almost gaurentee that if he was what he said he was, then his elders werent going to be too happy about him blabbing his mouth. Sure, she knew vampires were real, but in present company, -- 20:24:28 [Gina] she wasnt going to go blabbing about them. As the scene seemed to esclate, she rose from her seat. "Excuse me a sec." And with that, she was walking over to the pair. "Hi!" she said all bright and cheery like. "I couldnt help but over hear your converstation and was extremely interested. Vampire huh. I actually happen to know a thing or two about those." Grinning, she slipped her hand into her pocket and withdrew the vial of water. Within seconds her finger had flipped the lid off, and she was splashing it in his face. If he was, infact a vampire, it would start to boil and bubble on his flesh. She didnt wait around to watch the affects seeing as either a) she just pissed off some guy... or b) she'd practically burned off a vampires face. Either way, she and Dior were getting out of there. "Time to go!" she said with a squeal before grabbing Dior and practically dragging her out of the hotel. 20:39:35 Dior ~A slender well groomed eye brow perked at the words which she couldn’t help over hear. Vampire was the one which caught most of her attention… she laughed, her instant thought being that this hotel seemed to let the weirdest people stay in it. Not to mention, the work was a screwed up place, people believing they were vampires! Ridiculous! Then Gina got up, this puzzled her even more. “Weirdo’s, be careful.” she murmured before standing, instantly placing herself beside Gina. Something was going to happen, she could just sense it… it came with being a cop, trouble was something you could almost taste after awhile. “Why’d you do tha----” she all but shouted as Gina splashed holy water over the guys face, her sentence was cut short when Gina grabbed her. Out of shock she just went with her, but couldn’t help glancing over her shoulder at the man who’d just been assaulted by the green haired madam. If the mans face had started to blister, she’d sure as hell have gotten a good <c> 20:39:38 Dior ~ glance at it, if not, she’d still be pretty pissed off anyway. “What the fuck?” she growled, yanking herself out of Gina’s grasp the moment they escaped the hotel. Without thinking she started to move towards the car park, almost running it would seem. The whole situation had freaked her out a little. “Come on, ya damned lunatic!” she hissed before wrenching open the door of an old Porsche classic, which just happened to be bright pink. Dior wouldn’t wait for Gina to get strapped in before revving the engine into gear & taking off at great speed. Hopefully Thomas wouldn’t follow, if he did, they’d deal with that when it came.~ 20:40:23 [Dior] not to mention the world was a screwed up place*. -_-; Typo monster has me by the balls tonight. xD ]] 21:00:09 Thomas_Raith He would look at the green haired lady who came to the table and he looked at her with a kind smile. " oh really you....." his sentence was cut off by her missing his face as she seemd to try to splash...... Why was it burning? He gripped his right pec as he blinked " oh that's it!"he yelled as he didn;t hold back within a few moments it seemed he was at his 1970 Lamborghini Muira and out the garage. He noticed the grils scent and followed it until he was behind a.... "OH MY GOD YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING!" a Pink Porsche. He sighed as he didn;t seem to drive oddly or angrily he just followed them. He had one hand the wheel and one hand on the window sill holding up his head. He flashed his lights to have them pull over. If they didn;t his car just better Mileage than theirs so either they stop at a gas station or he waits until they have to stop. Thomas was a smart guy and he was slightly peeved. one by being insulted by the sterotype the woman labeled him with and two, that wasn't good manners! Thomas just> 21:02:09 [Thomas_Raith] Followed them from a safe distance as he slowly moved the shirt from his chest. " looks like that's one stereotype down.... Guess she thinks I'm a bloodsucker." He sighed " Man and this hurts liek a bitch." he looekd at his chest seeing the skin bloiled from his body. " and it doesn;t help I haven;t fed for years so this ain't gonna heal right away." he sighed as he still followed. 21:11:14 [Gina] She was thankful that Dior had had a better plan then her. Hell, she was all for just running down the street and ducking into the closest, populated, establishment. But Dior had a car. A pink car, but a car none the less. Jumping into the passenger seat, she didnt even hesitate to buckle up. "Go! Go! Go!" she squealed in that high pitched tone she got when she was excited. No sooner had she spoken, had Dior peeled out of the car park and heading down the street. Removing her seat belt once they were on the road, she flipped in the seat and peered out the back window. "Man. That was stupid. So stupid. I shouldnt have done that. Lidia is going to so utterly kill me. And you! You think I'm insane. I'm not really. I'm not. I'll explain in a bit. We just gotta get out of here. Like yesterday." She talked so fast that most of her words ran together and her tongue tripped over itself a couple times. "Man.... we're so beyond screwed." Bashing her head against the back of the seat a couple --- 21:11:19 [Gina] times, she shook it. "Gotta think.... where to go... somewhere..... the bistro!" she called out, knowing that there was plenty of vampire killing weapons there. "Oh shit... he's behind us! Peddle to the medal chicka!" 21:19:01 Dior ~Dior wasn’t stupid, she had a few options… the best one happened to be her job. She was a cop, the logical place to go was a police station…especially since she could see some posh ass car, with the offended guy inside, following them. But was she willing to lie for a girl she’d just met? “Shut up!” she snapped at Gina, the girl was talking way to fast for her to compute all the information. “We’re going to a police station… If they ask, he’d been following us all night & you threw your drink at him so we could get away… Which directions the closest station?… & you do realise you’re mad, right?” apparently yes, she was willing to lie. The car slowed to a more legal speed before she pressed her head against the steering wheel, momentarily letting the leather cool heated skin. “I’m not breaking the speed limit, I’m a damned cop for Christ sake! …” apparently she was avoiding all mention of the vampire, holy water, wtf just happened thing. <c> 21:19:13 Dior ~For the moment all attention was on the Lamborghini which surprisingly enough wasn’t being driven at dangerous speeds, some how she’d expected a furious man to be following. Honeycomb ringlets cascaded over her shoulders like a water fall as she looked up, so much for Paris being less stressful than London. Tonight had turned into a nightmare, in more ways than one. “He’s not driving dangerously, he’s just following us… he’ll stop when we get to a police station. Damn girl, calm down. Deep breaths… pass me my cigarettes please.” one hand pointed to the bag which she’d thrown into the very cramped looking back seats… those seats would barely allow any room for a baby to sit, let alone an adult. They were more for storage than anything else.<f>~ 21:19:11 Dexter` Stood still. A noise wouldn't be heard as the wind blew gently. Dexter stood dead still as he was in an abandoned cathedral. A bunch of voices emerged from shadows as he glared around. His jacket would be zipped up slightly more than half way as his jeans were slightly baggy and his boots heavy for their size. 4 punk rockers walked outta the shadows. They dressed horrendously and had piercings in all sorts of places. They grinned at each other as so did Dexter. One jumped at them as he withdrea his blade from his back. A double sided katana, which he swirved around him before launching it across the vampire's head, slicing it clean off as the blood splattered slgihtly infront of him. the other two attacked as Dexter threw a kick connecting with its face and cracking his neck as for the other one a lunge with his own sword would have happened as it pierced through him as he then lifted the sword up in the air rapidly, as if a tree waas smitten but leftt he stump with the tree slightly cut in half <C> 21:19:44 [Dexter`] He'd look at the vampire as it twitched its eye. He threw a punch at Dexter a he ducked as uppercuted the vampire himself before twirling around with his weapon high in the air then lowered it to slice the vampire's torso off his legs, then removing his head from the neck wasn't so hard. He'd pile the bodies up, throwing gasoline overthem before dropping his petrol lighter on top, watching as it went up in flames in a matter of seconds. He'd remove his cellphone form his pocket and flip it opened as he dialed a few numbers before placing it next to his ear. "They're dead.. Now where is he?" He'd slam the phone momentarily as he hopped into hsi car and started the engine as he began driving. He'dcatch a ferry as he remained in the car, not liking anybody to even think about looking at his car without him seeing or bbeing there. After a few hours He'd back out of the ferry and go through unto the road. He was free as he sought out his father who was a vampire once upon a time. He <C> 21:19:56 [Dexter`] wasn't half vampire himself for this happened after he was born. He'd drive his car rather fast as he read a sign. Bienvenue en France 21:25:28 Thomas_Raith he sighed as he made a choice " ALrightly then." He hit the gas and drove along side the pink Porsche. He rolled down his passenger window and motion for her to do the same but he was still watching the road. He looked to her he seemed calm and that he wanted to talk . He soon picked up and laptop in the driver seat and he began typing and he looked down and he did some hacking and soon a traffic light infront of them turned yellow then red. and he cut infront of her as a truck went beside them and he slowed then stopped. as he did he opened his door and he stepped behind his car. and he waited for her to stop and he didn;t seem happy and oddly enough his shoulder was still raw. That meant he hadn;t feed for a really long time. He had grabbed his shirt again and ripped off the soaked part and threw it to the side as he wrapped up his shoulder. It was time to explain a few things. He was angry yes but not a madman. he would tel them to follow him and hopefully be able to dicuss what happened over a late >> 21:26:23 [Thomas_Raith] non-voilent dinner. Granted yes he was a vampire he was one who refused to feed even if he was near death. Well maybe not that far but still. 21:41:47 [Dean_Walt] It was just another night of confusion, after my dinner date with Lydia we went our seperate ways and now I was on the streets and looking for answers myself, once more. I sighed as I got to a set of lights, as they turned yellow and then red. To be honest I didn't even realize what I was doing, it was one of those states of mind when you're not really all there. Its like diving into your sub-concious, you end up thinking on something but not realizing that you're still somewhere doing something. What was on my mind? Well that was obvious, my newly awakened knowledge that I had been turned into a vampire five nights ago, I figured now I should play along and hopefully I land in some answers, hopefully. So being in that state of mind I simply and slowly began to wander across the street, taking my sweet time and being off in la la land, if I wasn't physically there already. 21:48:26 [Raye] Humming along to the music playing through her headphones, Raye walked along the streets, bobbing her head and ocassionally skipping a step or two. To any around her she would seem like your average old young one out for the night. Once she spoke, they might think her a student or perhaps visiting a relative if not on vacation. Though it had faded somewhat over the years, when she spoke it was still obvious where she had grown up, Spain, that lovely, beautiful country of hers. She was heading back soon, heading west across Europe, having recently been in Egypt. But for now she was enjoying the nightlife that Paris had to offer, nightclubs, landmarks, sightseeing. Of course she'd seen it all before and the party now was nothing compared to the end of the war, but still, one could find themselves a good time when they wanted too. Getting ready to turn down into a side street, she stopped for a moment. Where was she going? Stopping and leaning against the wall, she decided to wait a few moments to see where it 21:48:41 [Raye] was she wanted to be. 21:49:43 [Gina] She stared at the woman as she slowed down to drive at a normal pace, mouth gapping at her. "Don't slow down!" she screeched, looking behind them again. True, the man had been driving at a semi normal pace, but that didnt mean they needed for him to catch them. As the man pulled up beside them and guestured for them to roll down thier window, she sent him a gesture that wasnt as pleasent, and maybe a little more lewd. Yeup, you guessed it, that lovely middle finger. Turning her head, just aas the light turned from green to yellow, and the man pulled infront of them, she growled, reached across the car, pulled the wheel and pressed down on Dior's leg. "I said drive woman!" She hadnt seen the man in the road as she made the car swerve and shoot forward and ended up most likely clipping him. "Shit!" She didnt give herself time to think before she was diving to the floorboards and pressing the break in with her hand, making the car skid to a cicled stop. --- 21:49:47 [Gina] "We hit someone! We hit someone!" she screeched before diving out of the car and looking down the street. Sure, it was a crazy move, but she didnt want some poor innocent person dieing because she had been stupid. "Shit!" she said again, running as quickly as possible to the man and trying to drag him back to the car as quickly as possible. 22:00:43 Dior ~The car swerved violently, just as Gina had wanted it to, unluckily for them there happened to be a person in the way. Not good. Even before Gina dived, Dior had slammed on the breaks, almost losing control of the car at one point before it came to a rest a few meters past the person they’d struck. Gina jumped out the car faster than Dior could grab her, which was lucky. Right now this woman was furious, actually, she was beyond fury. What the hell was Gina playing at? God damnit, she was going to kill the brat before this night was out. “You! Don’t fucking touch him. If he’s injured, you’ll be making it worse idiot.” she growled while unfolding herself from the car, she’d hardly taken a step before she remembered why they’d been racing. The stalker dude, who Gina had thrown water over. Vampire? Yeah right, more like a cultist. Without thinking she turned on him, her usually serene face filled with rage.<c> 22:00:45 Dior ~ “Listen carefully buster, I’m a cop, back the fuck off & stop following us, or I swear to Christ I’ll arrest you… I don’t care if I’m off duty…” and in the wrong country.. she added as an after thought to herself. To her surprise the ‘stalker’ got back in his car & bolted. “Thank Christ for that… Gina! Put him down!” Dior may have been a bit disorientated & somewhat in shock but one thing she knew was moving someone who’d just been hit by a car was a very bad idea.<f>~ 22:11:46 [Dean_Walt] As stated before off in my own world, and it was like a second before I was hit that I glanced to the car that ht me, "Whoa!" Slam, I felt my body impact the car as I flipped off onto the road landing with a thud. I paused for a moment, I blinked and moved my fingers and toes, "Holy shit...I'm okay...." I was about to get up when I felt hands around my arms trying to pull me up, then another voice, like two women. The car that was beside them took off and I felt myself wondering what the hell was going on! I took a breath as one of the women order the other that had me by the arms to put me down, "You can put me down..." I paused again, what the fuck do I say I hit them head on whilst they were speeding, I am this would freak the fuck out of anyone. I put my hands on the ground and slowly pushed myself up still amazed at myself for being able to do so. I stood up slowly and looked to them both, "Ah...yeah...I know this looks strange, and to be honest, its just how it looks...but ah...I'm fine, I'm okay." (c 22:14:08 [Dean_Walt] (c) I took in a breath and looked tot hem both, it had been a few days since that cup of blood Chanel gave me, but I had taken the liberty of asking for my meat bloody, very bloody. I also stole a pinte of blood from the doners which I felt bad about, but it made me looka little more normal, "Look...um, I'm not going to try and pull law suits or anything...are you two okay? I mean I thought the lights were red so I crossed but i could have been wrong...um...this is a tad awkward...was someone chasing you or?" (e) 22:23:17 [Gina] She toned Dior out. She was good at that. Toning out those older then her. Anyone could ask Joe or Lidia about that. However, she let go of the kid as he spoke and moved, jumping back a little. All rantional thought flooded back into her mind and she blinked. "No way your ok after a hit like that. No way in hell!" she said to him, maybe a little too loud. But hell, she had to speak over the currently yelling Dior at the moment. Dior, who was going off on the vampire like a crazy woman. She went to go intervine, but to her amazement, the pissed off blood sucker got back in his car and drove way. Odd. This was all very odd. Turning her attention back to the guy laying in the middle of the street, she seemed to stare at him with some sort of awe. Either he was superman, or he was.... no way. Could he really be a vampire too? Man, they were coming out of the wood work! And where was Joe when all this was happening!? Most likely holed up with some guy if she knew that woman. --- 22:23:22 [Gina] "Seriously, dude. You should lay down. We're were going like... too fast for you to be alright." She nodded then and finally looked over to Dior. "You sound like my mother, ya know that. Which I don't need. Fyi." Widening her eyes, she nodded with a sarcatic look dancing across her features. "So calm down, and I will explain everything later. I promise. More then promise." Looking back to the guy, she simply answered his question with a nod, going, for once in her life, silent. 22:33:18 Dior ~ “Ya know what I don’t need? Some teenage brat committing assault for no reason, getting us chased by some mad man and almost making me kill someone. That’s ex-fucking-actly what I don’t need. So you, be smart & stay quiet. It suits you.” if Gina thought she was a hellion, Dior was the devil when pissed off. Sure, she wasn’t violent, but the liquid fury circling through those light hazel eye’s of hers were more than enough to frighten even the bravest of persons. “You should be still, internal bleeding doesn’t start to hurt till the shock wears off… and it will kill you if you move too much.” she stated, matter of factly at Dean. Sure, he might feel fine now, but in her experience he’d definitely need hospitalization. Especially at the speed they’d hit him. Ever so gently she moved beside the man & placed a single hand on his shoulder. “Seriously, you should sit down, you need to go to a hospital.” <c> 22:33:20 Dior ~contrary to the utter annoyance in her voice before, there was nothing but worry there now. Little did she know what he was, unlike Gina, Dior was unaware of anything supernatural going on.~ 22:42:23 [Dean_Walt] I looked to them both and put my hands in from of me as if to state its no big deal, "I know right, crazy. But really not hurt..." I took in another breath and looked to the young female, "Ah...usually yes, but....it must be a...miracle? They happen everyday didn't you know?" I then glanced tot he other women as she and the young one had a bit of a domestic, "Listen...ah..as long as you two are okay, then I'll just be going...yeah..." I was then told by the older one to stay still and I paused, "Well...um, not with me..." She then mentioned death, "Yeah I wish." I watched as she walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder, I looked to the hand and then to her, "I can't really...I ah...gotta do stuff, back at my apartment int he central part of the city, a hospital isn't necassery...I mean I can walk and usually by this point I should feel drouzy and unable to stand, but I can so I'm fine, it'll just be a bruise, I mean you didn't even hit me that hard or that head on really haha." Did I just laugh, maybe (c) 22:43:13 [Dean_Walt] (c) not the best move but I needed to riggel myself out of this mess and I picked up on the nod given by the younger one, "So who was following you two anyway...?" I tried to change the subject to get myself out of the limelight, "Are you two okay?" (e) 22:51:08 [`Abigail] Stepping lightly in her bare feet, the dust and dirt of the city street coloring them a dark shade of gray, Abigail approached the scene of the accident. Her white dress moved slowly from side to side with the movement of her body, the hem of it too colored grey. "Is everything alright? Do you need me to call someone?" Her voice was soft, musical almost, and though she did not raise her voice, she was almost always heard, it was just the nature of her being. Looking to each of them, she sampled a small bit of their energies, not enough to be noticed, but enough to get an idea of the palate that was available to her at the moment. The man though, he 'tasted' different, had a different sort of life force. Not like her own, but not like the others, she could not quite place it yet, as she had not knowingly had contact with a vampire of his kind. "If he says he is alright, then one would think that he would be." She then, without another word, moved over to the car and started looking it over. Though the scene-- 22:52:00 [`Abigail] was really none of her business, it was the most interesting thing going on at the time and so of course she wanted to know all about it. That was just how Abigail was, she would always drift to the thing of most interest. 22:53:45 [Gina] She turned on Dior the moment she gave off a list of things she didnt need. "Oh yea?! Well I don't need some woman I barely know screaming at me for something she has no idea about. I don't need the same woman going balistic at me. And I really don't need said woman to act like my mother, so stuff it." Sticking her tongue out at the woman, she turned back to Dean with a half smile. "She's right though. You should probably go to the hospital." His refusal and instistance that he was alright was striking a cord hardcore in her. Something just wasnt right about that. Even if that had just clipped him, the rate of speed they were going would have atleast broken a bone or two. Shaking her head, she tried to push that itching feeling at the back of her neck away. But it just wouldnt go away. Waving a hand at his next question about thier presurer, she shook her head. "It doesnt matter. It's over now. Can we give you a lift somewhere then, if you wont go to the hospital?"--- 22:53:49 [Gina] She looked back at Dior for a moment before she motioned to the porshe behind them. "Please." She turned to look back at Dior only to find her ..... gone? Werid. The car was even moved. Which was werider. "Or I can.... I dunno, call you a cab?" Which is what she should have done with the crazy woman in the first place. Going to say someting else, she was cut off by the woman that had just approached and decided to put her two cents in. Blinking, she shook her head, and glared at her. "Did we ask you?' Oh... there was her attitude, rearing its ugly head again. (Dior is afk for a bit, had to NPC her.) |
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