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06-13-09
Topic Started: Jun 14 2009, 04:36 PM (106 Views)
Joe

17:45:52 Aresious stepped out of the car slowly, pulling to collar of his wool coat up higher around his ears. The coat was well fitted, and gave no hint to what was under it until it stopped just below his waist, where the stone washed jeans met it. Fitting loose, those jeans would flow down further until folding over the tops of a pair of low-rise boots. Something about this man just looked wrong. He was too talk, standing at no less than seven foot. Although the jacket covered much, the perfection of his curves was noticeable. Ares’ hair was, for now, the only possible hint to an age you might peg him. It was dark, with a natural blond highlight and a touch of grey. He wore it spiked, sticking up a few inches from his forehead. The feature that stood out, except for his size, was his eyes. Like a pool of mercury they were. Those metallic orbs traveled over the city of Paris like it knew every secret. Perhaps they did, or perhaps he was just cocky. Ares smiled, letting his lips pull back enough to laugh. Fangs, just ~

17:47:25 [Aresious] enough elongation to be noticed, but not , but little enough that people would pass it off. Closing the door to the cab, Ares dropped a few dollars in the driver side window. “ Thanks for the lift buddy.” One could see now that the man was dead. No, Ares had not fed drained him. Instead he had done something worse. In the center of his back, there was a hole that matched perfect with the hole in the back of his chair. There, sitting in the back seat was a bloody mass of something. A human heart. Just what kind of monster was loose in Paris now? As he walked, heading towards the district most known for the vampire action, he hummed a song to himself. It was a slow jazzy swing, and his walk took to the beat easy enough.

17:48:50 [Gina] Sat on the floor, back pressed again the wall, flipping the small card between her fingers. She'd been contimpating calling Dior for the last two or three hours, but wasnt sure if the woman would even respond to her. Sighing, she stood and paced the floor of her tiny flat, wearing feet marks into the wood. The card dangled between her fingers for another couple minutes before she moved to the table where her cell sat. Picking up the NV2, she flipped it open and punched in a quick text, sending it on its was. The message simply contained her address and name, with a 'meet me' message. Placing the phone back on the table, she slipped into her bedroom and changed out of the gymshorts and tank she'd been wearing and into a pair of jeans and green t-shirt, just incase she decided to come and they went to the bistro. Once she had changed, she moved back to her living room and lounged on the couch, flipping on the tv for background noise. Waiting.

18:01:05 Scott_Masterson maintained his awed expression as she explained further, and briefly switched to one of utter disbelief when she claimed to have killed her first at only ten years old. "Jesus...!" He spoke in a surprised voice, one he did not use often. Had she been anyone else he would have presumed her to be lying, but there was no reason for her to. So many questions wanted to be asked, he could barely keep track as they began popping up. It was only her final statement that stopped him from assaulting her with them. He didn't need vampiric senses to detect her hesitation at the subject, and there was plenty of time for education. The most surprising tidbit was just how early the hunters began their training, though he suspected it was necessary to develop skills that would give them a fighting chance against vampires.

18:01:08 Scott_Masterson He had a brief mental flash of how she had flipped over him back in that alley where they had first met, and how she had managed to break a grip around her throat by surprising him with a strong kick--only to do a backflip and retrieve a crossbow from her bag in what must have been a second, maybe two. Somehow this altered his perception of her a great deal, mostly in the amount of respect he allotted her, and it again took effort not to continue the line of questioning. He lifted his hand, bringing hers with it, and kissed the top of hers gently, a simple gesture that he was somehow even more enamoured with her than before. <B>"Sure. For now, we'll enjoy the night. But you've got a lot of talking to do. As your master I command it."</I> He grinned slightly,

18:01:15 Scott_Masterson to make it clear that he had been joking, and then forced himself to pull his eyes from her and scan the scene around them.

18:10:05 ErisAngelus seldom felt uneasy. She had known something was wrong the night before, had felt it the moment she had stepped out of the door with Scott and Joe. That’s why she had left them so quickly. She had needed to check something. She sat now, tapping her fingers on the edge of the railing overlooking the street below from a second story balcony. Below her was just a small café, the smell of coffee and bread was an inviting one. Oddly enough one of Eris’ favorite smells was hot bread. There was a warm sweetness to it, one she had known for a very long time. She had her eyes locked on a couple. The young woman was a student, you could tell by her bag and the way she looked so full of hopes and dreams. The man, who seemed a few years older than her, was mature and confident. He regarded her like a little bird he could hold but never clip the wings, and she that he was the wise teacher. Eris was lost in the moment she was witnessing. It was a innocent thing really, two people having bread and cheese, sharing a fine ~

18:10:20 [ErisAngelus] red wine. The goddess didn’t realize she was chewing on her lip until she felt a pinch. No, she had not cut herself, but it pulled her out the daze. Pushing away from the rail, she spun and put her back to the couple. Those dark curls bounced around her face, framing it and falling over her shoulders and down her back. Eyes closed, she seemed to be trying to focus on something no one but her could understand. Tonight she was dressed for ease. A black sweater and a pencil knee length skirt. Walking now, she seemed to be fleeing something, and her flat shoes were going faster than might have been thought of as a good idea. Once outside the café, she was just a blur, running from something. Running from him.

18:11:29 [`Joe] The converstation, thus far, had proved to be something she didnt want to talk about. Didnt want him to know. Hesitation built up in her as she wondered what he was really thinking. This selective touch telepathy was really getting on her nerves. Not that she enjoyed hearing the thoughts of the people she drained, but it could be a useful trick for those people around her. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she smiled and nodded. "Of course. I'll tell you all about it one day." There was a lot to tell, too. All the experiences she had had in her short amount of years. Most people wouldnt believe half that things she'd gone through. Reaching her hand up idly, she pushed at her flowing terreses, raking her fingers through them to push them from her face. The end result left the scarlet locks to fall to one side of her face and hang below her chin, coming to drap over her breats. "You know, I've never been to a Paris carnival. I have no idea where to start." ---

18:11:45 [`Joe] Should they ride some rides first, or try thier hands at some of the games? She wasnt sure. Smiling, she was simply satisfied with just walking for now. Seeing what there was to be seen. The scent of the blood that pumped beneath the skin of the masses of mortals around teased her scenses, making her want to snatch one up and have a taste. The sounds of the beating hearts thundered in her ears, causing her to have to focus to keep them silent. An eyebrow perked at him at his statement, before she simply shook her head and bumped her shoulder into his. "Your a real comedian, ya know that?" It was getting easier to fall into the personality she had once held while alive. The mostly carefree, sometimes sarcastic, always fun Joe that everyone had known and loved. With him and him alone, achieving this was eaiser. She decided that she wasnt all too confortable with the elders. Something about them had made her nervous beyond anything she had ever felt. ---

18:11:48 [`Joe] Sighing, she once again pushed her intruding thoughts away from her mind and focused on having fun.

18:25:19 Dior ~Hangovers. The blisteringly painful repercussions of a generally enjoyable night, yet this one lacked the pleasantries of the night before. This particular monster had a bitter after taste, the mix of burnt off toxins and newly consumed ones were unpleasant, to say the least. True, she was not drunk, one drink could not cause that effect but her initial plan of a one drink hangover cure had back fired. The headache which she hoped would vanished had in fact grown in size. So much so that the woman refused to leave her hotel room all day, the light of Paris burned those caramel hued eye’s. Even the lights in that luxurious abode were abruptly switched off when a maid had blundered in earlier. Long shadows stretched from behind silk lined curtains, shading every corner of the room with a grey watercolour wash. All things were dull, including the blonde haired lady who lay across the bed, with her mane of curls splashed out across unchanged sheets. <c>

18:25:27 Dior ~The muffled sound of vibrations crept up from under the bed, a phone perhaps? Dior reached lazily towards it, so lazily that she managed to fall from the slippery silk bedding onto the floor with a resounding thud. Soon followed by a stream of unrepeatable swearing. Sleepy eye’s blinked rapidly in the unnatural light of an illuminated Nokia screen, a text? “Great…” she managed to grumble out, her voice cracked ever so slightly from the usage. ‘Ten minutes.’ she sent back, a short reply, but it contained all the information which was needed. Although, five of those ten were spend running around the room like some headless harpy. Clothes! She still wore the suit from last night and that simply would not do. When she –eventually- emerged from the hotel an usher called over a taxi and off she went. Reading the address out for the French driver to take her too.<c>

18:25:34 Dior ~ Fifteen minutes later she arrived, a little later, but hey. She’d come. In front of the door she stood, long slender fingers brushed a few stray hairs behind her ears before she pressed the buzzer, which –hopefully- connected to Gina’s flat.<f>~

18:30:12 Scott_Masterson made a conscious effort to block out the sounds of the carnival assaulting his sensitive ears. The idiotic banter from the french clown behind them...the happy screams of children and young couples on the same cheap rides that every carnival seemed to have, and even the sound of some unseen intoxicated human vomitting behind a game stall as they passed...each had to be consciously ignored, on top of the insanity-inspiring music that seemed to flow from the entire place. Vampiric hearing was as much a curse as it was a gift, though as Joe began responding the task was made far easier. It did not take effort for his attention to fall solely on her words, both due to that preternaturally beautiful voice of hers and the amount of genuine interest that he had in what she had to say.

18:30:15 Scott_Masterson Days ago he would barely have been able to imagine anyone keeping his interest for so long, and he would have already deviated from his current course to attack the clown they had passed. The annoyance of the man's existence justified his death. And yet here he was, wasking hand-in-hand with a girl who would undoubtedly seen him as street trash a single year ago. He didn't respond immediately to her mostly-rhetorical statements as he scanned the flashing lights of game booths and again the impressively large ferris wheel situated in the center of the carnival. In truth, there was nothing he wanted to do here, and had only agreed so readily because she had wanted to. He could not imagine himself stepping onto one of these rides,

18:30:22 Scott_Masterson or playing one of these cheap games if she hadn't been present. He would have killed the clown and left. Yet here he was, debating what to do first. As much as he appreciated Joe, she was already changing him--and he wasn't sure that was a good thing. They were also lingering in the city she had inhabited in life, and after the message she had given to a passing human the previous night, it was not inconceivable that there could be hunters looking for them even now. He forced the thoughts away with the realization that killing some hunters would be fun, and finally responded as his eyes flcikered back to her...

18:30:28 Scott_Masterson " I know. I'm hilarious." He let go of her hand to light a cigarette before continuing, not taking it again though there was no hidden motive for it, just a desire to have his hands free, and he tucked the one that wasn't holding the cigarette into the pocket of his expensive suit jacket. The rush of feeding was still fresh in his mind, though he was very aware that both of them were far from satiated for the night, and also that finding a second victim would be infinitely more enjoyable than anything the carnival had to offer. he was already scanning the crowd for potentials when he spoke again..<I>" So...just out of curiosity...why don't you hate me? I mean, I turned you against your will, just to fuck with you. Frankly I was surprised when you didn't start fighting as soon as you awoke."</B>

18:30:39 Scott_Masterson He looked back to her in anticipation of a response, smoking the cigarette slowly and blowing a few rings of smoke out of habit. <E>

18:37:06 [Gina] The tv had done little to amuse her. Hell, it had hardly kept her interest as he eyes kept trailing back to the phone. It had been five minutes since she'd sent the text, most likely not enough time for a proper reply, but she was an impatient soul. When the phone finally did go off in a loud rendition of a sonet from Bach or some other classical composser or another. Snatching the phone from the stand, she flipped it open again and read the test. Ten minutes. Wasnt too long right? Right. Nodding to herself, she moved from the couch and headed to the kitchen. She should probably set out some drinks. Some snacks. Something. She hadnt ever entertained anyone in her home before, so she was at a loss of what to do. Shaking her head, she peeked into the fridge to see what she had going in there. To her surprise, there was a six pack of beer and some sodas. Enough of a choice she assumed. She also found she had chips, some dip she wasnt quite sure how long had been there, and some crackers. ---

18:37:11 [Gina] Plenty to choose from there. Gathering everything, she deposited it on the table before cleaning up a little bit. When the buzzer rang, she ran to the door, pressed the call button down and said, "Come right up." She buzzed her through before moving to stand at the door, waiting for the knock to sound at it.

18:39:09 Aresious let the sounds and smells of the city flow though him like he was just a willing filter. Ever one he passed would look at him, ever last one would stare, gawking at him for a moment before pulled their eyes away and trying to pretend they had not looked. There was nothing about Ares that anyone could tell without him saying himself. That was his gift, his forte. He was a closed book, and it drove the other vampires nuts. To them, he gave off no hint, no little tid-bit that said what or who he was. Many passed his off as a newborn and went along their way, others, well other might have heard tale of him. The older would indeed know of him, and would stay out of his way. One could never understand why, for Ares was charming and willing to let them go about their way without his interference. There was only one thing he ever went looking for, and she belonged to him. He could damn well go looking for her if he wanted! He lingered now, outside the well known night club, watching the people going in and out.~

18:39:27 [Aresious] Well, there was no need to go in there just yet. No, it was enough that he was here for now. As one of the little vampires came out, looking like a disturbed Goth kid, Ares grabbed his arm, pulling him close. “ Eris…where is she?” Oh, he could find her if he looked hard enough, but this might prove much more simple. “ Who?” The kid snapped, trying to pull away. He found Ares’ grip a lot more firm then he thought. “ You mean the crazy old one?” Ares raised an eyebrow, for indeed he had heard of her being called that before. “ Dark hair, doe eyes..” The god described to the young vampire. “ Yeah, I seen her here the other night, but that all I know.” Ares’ hand would slack, allowing the kid to pull away and nurse his wounded pride and sore arm. He left, not learning anything he didn’t already know. A frown wrinkled his face, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. As he walked, he passed Dior, glancing over at her as she buzzed the flat above her. Something about the woman made him arch his brow once more, but it ~

18:51:28 [`Joe] Even as her senses were insulted by the noise, the smells, the movement of mortals around them, her attention seemed to focused solely on the man beside her. He was intruiging, had been even while she had still be alive. She wouldnt admit it then, but something, even though she hated what he was, had pulled to her. Had she put on act the entire time of the hate she'd shown she had towards him to throw him, and the others off? She couldnt answer that question. Because even now, she wasnt so sure. She knew that she should hate him. For everything he had done. For everything his actions had caused. For the change he had made in her. She should loath his pure presence. Yet she didnt. And she didnt know why. Had the change affected her that much? Changed her from the gun totting, cross bow weilding, ass kicking hunter she was into something darker? Deadlier? Whatever it was, she lacked the compacity to hate him now. "I'm not sure. As much as I know I should. I don't. Maybe it was the change.---

18:51:32 [`Joe] It changed something in me." He shouldnt worry about it. It was a good thing, right? "Just be happy with the fact that I don't want to kill you." She quirked a smile then before stuffing her own hands in her pocket and walking down the path. Maybe coming here wasnt such a good idea. It was too tempting to simply snatch one of these mortals and feed from them. "I think we should go. Do this later." She didnt wait for him to agree or disagree before she turned and started heading back towards the enterance. Away from the screaming children. The cozy couples. And the clowns he'd wanted to kill so bad.

18:57:05 ErisAngelus panicked, realizing that in one night, all her planning could come to a very sudden end. Those dark eyes searched from face to face as she walked the streets. It was like she knew the one she was looking for would jump put at her at any moment. She needed to put as much space between herself and Joe as possible. Eris’ mind was like an open book to the old god and if he had a clue as to her idea, he would crush it. With her hands balled up, she took a quick right with brought her down they ally behind her flat. Just a few blocks over was the club and Ares. Her pull to him was more than his to her, and regardless to her want of seeing him, it was something she would rather face sooner rather than later. Ahead of her now, she saw him, the tall god in all his glory. She knew it was him, even with his back to her. Her pace slowed, coming now nearly to a stop. If only she had known this would happen. Something about the whole thing playing in her head made her smile. Yes, the woman was terrified and that made ~

18:57:18 [ErisAngelus] her smile.. no laugh, she was laughing now! Ares would have noticed her by now, that was unquestionable. Looking over she saw him glance at the human girl. If that girl was smart she would get out of the street now, and lock her door. Family reunions were always hard to gage with theses two.

18:58:20 Dior ~The somewhat chilly evening air managed to creep its way through her jacket, the red and blue Chinese patterned material clung gently to the contours of her body before flaring out around the waist. It was old and little tattered but she loved it deeply, it’d belonged to an old girlfriend. A woman from whom she’d parted with a long time ago, but kept a souvenir. Beneath it hid some rather simple garments, a white laced shirt and ebony bootleg jeans from which peeked a pair of blood red boots. Comfortable and pretty, a perfect footwear dream. Of course she jumped slightly when the shrill, metallic edged voice streamed out from the buzzer, her mind had been on other things. “I’d rather not… can we go somewhere public?” her tone carried something which had not been there the night before, fear maybe? It seemed she wasn’t taking any risks tonight.<c>

18:58:22 Dior ~ She just couldn’t bring herself to trust Gina yet, not after the last few attempts… guns and car chases were not a good base to build trust on. So she waited, with perfect patience, on Gina to come down. They could walk or grab a taxi anywhere the girl desired, but Dior couldn’t make herself go up into that flat, not tonight anyway. ~

19:14:32 Aresious indeed had noticed. Turning slowly, like he had all the time in the world, Ares now faced his child. His movements looked labored, perhaps he was actually having to hold himself back. With the girl still standing there, he wouldn’t move. Ares never acted out in front of eyes. If this girl was alone, he might have ripped her to tiny pieces by now, but there must be others. To many eyes, too many possible issues there. No, for now the girl was safe and Eris as well….for now. His metallic eyes looked to be locked, focused on nothing else but the laughing woman. “ Shut your mouth Eris, you will scare the poor girl.” His focus changed, considering the human once more. He wasn’t a bloodthirsty killer, he was just a beast. He always had his reasons. Even with the cab driver, there was a reason. Raising a hand, he motioned Eris to come closer but did not move. As his arms moved, his coat opened, showing that under it was nothing more than his bare chest. Hell, to see him in this much clothing was a change, he ~

19:14:53 [Aresious] despised the stuff so.

19:20:14 [Gina] Her eyebrow raised slightly at Dior's requestion, but she found herself pressing the button again. "Sure. I'll be right down." And she'd meant it. Grabbing a light jacket the matched the hues of her eyes and hair and her purse, cell, and anything else she'd think she'd need, include a bag a small scale weapons, she slipped out the door and jogged down the single flight of stairs. Passing one of her neighbor, she sent her a smile and a wave before trudging out the front door. "Before you jump my ass," she began, her eyes trailing down the sidewalk both ways for a moment before returning back to the woman, "let me just say I'm sorry for being a complete pain in the ass. And that I promise not to bring anything about what we've talked about up again. I just wanted some company." If Dior had something to say, she'd stand there and wait for her to say it. While she waited, she let her eyes wander once more, catching in her sight the man and the laughing woman. ---

19:20:19 [Gina] Her eyebrow perked into her forehead again before she looked at Dior. Some people in Paris were werid. She didnt peg them for vampires. It wasnt like she had this thing in her head that told her they were around. But she did peg them for strange. And strange people she wanted to get away from in a quick hurry. "Lets go. I know this nice resteraunt around the corner. I'll buy you dinner." Anything to get them away from the wackos. That's all she wanted.

19:31:58 Dior ~The two strangers caught her attentions for but a moment before Gina’s voice sounded through the console again. So she waited, her body casually leaning against the wall beside the door. It was a good sign that Gina was willing to leave her house, or that’s what it came across like. “Dinners fine, I’ll pay… you’re living on waitress wages… but, we should talk about what happened…especially since one of your friends grabbed me in the street last night.” she paused for a moment, hazel eye’s watched as the two ‘weirdo’s’ walked away together. Somehow, she was thankful they were gone…there was something not quite right about them. “I think her name was Joey… or something… red hair… possibly.” she mumbled, unwilling to admit that she was drunk at the time of the encounter.<c>

19:31:59 Dior ~ If Gina had started to move, she’d have followed close beside her. Following wherever the girl went without questioning it.~

19:37:46 [Gina] She was glad for the quick retreat of the two werido's, leaving her to relax a little more then she had been. "Fine. You pay. Lets go." Even with the two gone, she was still iffy about being outside, in the dark, when anything could happen. She moved from the stoop and onto the sidewalk, walking slowly to give Dior time to catch up. However, when she mentioned Joe stopping her, she stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the woman. "You talked to Joe? What'd she say? Was she alright? How did she look?" She spoke in that rushed way again, not noticing it really. Her words ran together, but oddly enough, were somewhat understandable. If Dior had seen Joe, she wanted to know what had all happened. And how had Joe known to speak to Dior in the first place? All these questions and more pressed into her mind, causing her to loose her focus on the current situation for a moment. Pushing everything away, she shook her head and looked back at Dior, waiting for her reply.

19:45:30 Dior ~Her words apparently caught the girls attentions, because moments after they’d started off… they stopped. So abruptly that Dior almost walked straight into the girl. She narrowly avoided the collision and came to a stop mere inches from Gina. “Er… yeah, Joe. She was wearing fake fangs I think, one of your vampire buddies I take it?” she questioned, vaguely recalling the elongated canines that the woman had showed before. The memories of that night were quite… fuzzy, she was sure something else had been said but… like hell could she remember it right now. “Actually… I was wondering how she knew who I was… I don’t recall seeing her at any point.” another question, Dior seemed to like those. Information was power to her at times.~

19:56:09 [Gina] Fangs? Joe was wearing fake fangs? That was odd. Since when did Joe wear fake fangs? Unless. . . No. It wasnt possible. "Did she say anything? Tell you to tell me anything?" The how was not important at the moment, but she was pretty damn sure she could explain if there was a message, and that message was something she didnt want to hear. "Dior. This is important. Did she tell you anything? Was she with anyone?" Confusion was starting to mount in her and she did everything she could to push it away. She didnt move from where she stood. She wanted to hear everything that Joe had said. It, to her, was life and death. And she had a very strong feeling that it had been Joe's death. Or more so, undeath.

20:07:57 Dior ~She blinked… the girl was obviously flustered, more so than Dior had ever seen her. Without thinking she reached into her jacket pocket and pulled a packet of smoked from its depths. Out of automatic politeness she offered one to Gina before taking one herself and for once she’d remembered to pick up a lighter. Huzzah for small miracles. “Ok, ok, jesus… calm down!” she puffed as tendrils of violet blue smoke spiralled out from her lips. “….I can’t remember exactly… I was a little drunk…she was with some guy, actually, I did notice… he was pretty good lookin’ for a boy, unbelievably so actually.” another puff of smoke emitted from her before she spoke again, the expression on her face an obvious sign of discomfort, trying to remember a blurry sentence was difficult. “She seemed well, a little pale though, you’d think living in Paris would give ya a tan… anyway, she said <c>

20:07:59 Dior ~ ‘Tell Gina I’m with themwhatever the hell that means.”~


20:27:50 [Gina] Some guy? She'd ditched them for some guy? Some unbelievably good looking guy. That was so... un-Joe-like. Shaking her head, she tried to piece it together. Until Dior said what she'd said. "You mean, 'she's fallen in with them?'" It was important that the wording was right. Cause if that was what Joe had really siad, then it meant that Joe was one of them. A vampire. Damnit, she thought. This so couldnt be happening. She had to tell someone. No, Joe wouldnt want her to. A messege for Gina meant that she was to tell no one. But this changed things didnt it? Shaking her head, she reached out and touched Diors arm. "I'm sorry to have to do this, but I need to go. Oh. I know I said I wouldnt bring this up, but I didnt a little background searching on you, and found out your forensics, so," pulling out the vial of blood from her purse, she pressed it into Diors hand. "Run tests on this. Its vampire blood. You'll see. Just don't ingest any." --

20:27:55 [Gina] Before Dior could say anyhting else, she'd went jogging back down the street, disappearing around the corner.
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