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| Joe | Jun 27 2009, 04:34 AM Post #1 |
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21:27:00 [Malinda] The flight seemed to take forever. Hours of sitting in a hot, stuffy air plane was not her idea of fun. Not in the least. Her legs felt cramped in the economy class seat. Her shoulder had become a pillow apparently to the over sized man that could have easily taken up both seats. And he was drolling. A look of disgust cross her features as she tried for the hundreth time to remove the mans head and have it flop to the other side. To her relief, the attendant came across the loud speaker and annouced thier decent into the beautiful city of Paris. Family had called her home from the hustle and bustle of New York City. Something urgent about the uprising of some faction or another. Damn her family for believing in lore that couldnt possibily exist. Sure, here she was, living a breathing, a shapeshifter. But vampires. Please. That was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard. Sighing, she elbow the man beside her roughly, causing him to sputter slightly and sit up. --- 21:27:04 [Malinda] "Oh. I'm sorry. Nervous twitch. Really hate flying." she lied with a smile. Atleast that was one discomfort off her mind. A total of ten minutes later and she was grabbing her carry on bag from the overhead bin, the only thing she'd brought with her, and was heading over the over cramped craft. The moment her feet hit the pavement, she summoned a cab and directed it towards the hotel she had booked. Home sweet home, she thought, wasnt going to be sweet at all. 21:28:58 [RikkiSloan] Stepping out of the shower, steam pouring from the glass door as it swung open Rikki would wrap herself up in a white towel, walking out of the bathroom and into her bedroom to dry herself off. Though she still shaved everything like a good girl should, she was slathering on men’s antiperspirant deodorant, and spraying herself lightly with a crisp smelling men’s cologne before she grabbed a sports bra out of her underwear drawer. She slipped into the little black garment and adjusted her rather modest bust into the cups that practically strapped them down into nonexistence. From there she would cover herself with an ace bandage, binding her chest down to where it looked completely flat. Over this she slipped into a binder-tank that smoothed the whole thing out and tightened up her feminine curves to make her body look thinner, straighter. <C> 21:29:14 [RikkiSloan] She pulled on a pair of little black boxer/briefs, and over these a pair of black, wide legged dress slacks with red pin-stripes, and a black leather belt around the waist. The silk crimson dress shirt she put on was fit for a man as well as the slacks, the whole ensemble was loose fitting , but she wrapped a tie neatly around the collar, and disappeared into the bathroom again to style her hair… Or mess it up completely rather. When she finally came out, it was in her face, resembling that oh so popular shag cut that a lot of the younger generations were so fond of. Slipping into a pair of rather small men’s dress shoes, Rikki was on her way out the door, stuffing a wallet into her pocket as she locked up behind herself. <MOAR!> 21:29:31 [RikkiSloan] When she was out on the street and moving on foot it was as if there was a sort of transformation. After all nobody knew Rikki here as a woman, they knew her as Thadeus, the odd little Mexican waiter in that hole in the wall café on the corner… And that was where ‘Thadeus’ was headed now. He shoved his hands into his pockets and rounded the corner as he pulled out both a lighter and a pack of cheap clove cigarettes, lighting one up and puffing on it idly as he wandered up the street never taking those large molten chocolate eyes off of the sidewalk ahead. (FIN) 21:31:32 Rezzik pushed the accelerator to the floor, the midnight-black Lamborghini racing around the curves of the highway and almost blurred to any close-by onlookers. The expensive car weaved through lanes and traffic as though it were on rails, the speedometer only ever dropping a few points under top speed before attaining it again. He had been in Paris for just under a week, and already had a small mountain of traffic tickets in the glovebox--but what was the point of having a $600 000 car if you didn't use it. "How do you...like... drive with those shades on? It's... dark out!" The words were spoken in the voice of a stereotypical 'valey girl', and belonged to the whore in the passenger seat. An expensive whore, going by the title of 'escort', but a whore nonetheless. " Shut up and do more coke. We're almost there." Rezzik spoke in his usual sly voice as he angled the sportscar around a truck < 21:31:36 Rezzik and then another car with a family inside, cutting the latter off and causing a horn to sound behind them as he shifted gears and pulled onto the freeway exit. The girl in the passenger seat--'Candi'--struggled to level the small mirror on her knees as she snorted some of the small mountain of white powder on it. He let a quick gaze shift to her huddled form, suddenly jerking the wheel slightly and casing her to spill some of the white powder onto her fishnets. A hand shot out from it's grip on the wheel, smacking her in the face hard enough to turn her head. " That shit's expensive, bitch. Be careful." She looked back, holding the reddened cheek and scowling for a split second before she responded... " I'm...I'm sorry. Rez." His hand settled back on the steering wheel and he continued hiding the grin that wanted to emerge. " Hold it out. Give me that." He reached for the small < 21:31:43 Rezzik silver tube she had been snorting with, leaned, and snorted a cosiderable amount of the powder before leaning back into the seat and tossing the tube her way. " So how long you been a whore?" He spoke calmly as the Lamborghini made a sharp turn onto a Paris street. "Hey. Asshole. Escort, remember?" He had to smile. He couldn't smell the blood inside of her, but he might as well have been able to...and very, very soon, it would be inside of him. She shifted positions in her seat, seeming to remember the possibiity of coming away from the night with a few grand in her pocket. " So where we goin?" She spoke again, her voice regaining it's faked playful tone. " Straight to Hell." Rezzik said with a grin. 21:46:33 Shanell had never been truly comfortable in cities of stone, if thats what they were called. Sure, now they had neon lights, and modern conviences, but she couldnt feel what she could feel in the wild. She felt cut off. Now was another one of those times. She glanced around the parisian streets, wrapping her arms around each other as she slumped against a wall. She brushed her long dark blonde hair from her eyes and scanned the skies. Even now, she couldn't see the stars. The city stunk of human refuse, wrinkling her nose. Smog covered the stars, the city lights to bright to see clearly. If she could, she would've been outside, but she had been told to be a human. To mix and mingle. She hated that aspect. At least she was outside, and not inside a building. That was always the best part about this whole venture. She ignored the other humans who wandered around this vast place, and for all intents and purposes, they steered clear of her, eager to get away from that wild look in her eyes. Moving over to a bench, she 21:46:49 [Shanell] slowly sat down, pulling a brochure from her back pocket. She flipped it open, scanning the pages with her enhanced eyes. "This is all in fucking french. Wheres the english?" She frowned. "isn't this supposed to be like..an international city or something?" She threw the brochure down in disgust and just sat back, watching the city folks. 22:11:31 [RikkiSloan] (Thadeus): It was getting darker outside as Thadeus began to speed his pace a bit, hurrying through the crosswalk just in time to miss getting side-swiped by a speeding car. He stopped and frowned over his shoulder as he watched the tail end of the car speeding off, before he finally scuffed at the sidewalk with the bottom of his shoe, and turned to move on up the road. The Café wasn’t much further ahead, in fact he was soon rounding the corner and shouldering his way through a swinging glass door, and meeting eyes with a tall, busty blonde woman behind the counter. “Thadeus! Mon Dieu, mon petit homme! Come wis’ me!” She said suddenly, waving her hands in a slightly more obnoxious gesture than it needed to be to signal him to follow her. <C> 22:11:51 [RikkiSloan] (Thadeus): Thadeus frowned slowly as he watched her turn on her heel and disappear into the office door behind the counter, and he was rather on the slower side when it came to following her back there. When he walked through the door he turned to look at her as she moved behind him to close the door, reaching out to run a hand through his short, soft hair and causing him to flinch and shy away slightly. “ Oh Ne détestez pas mon bonbon! Zee clientele, dey are not fond of joo my friend… I have to let you go…” She said to Thadeus as soon as she turned away from him. Thadeus’ jaw would drop at this news, his immediate reaction causing his blonde boss to jump as he began to grumble in a not so quiet tone “Putas de clase superior estúpidas y sus pequeños perros blancos que cagan en la caminata lateral y la dejan allí en las pequeñas pilas para la otra gente al paso adentro más adelante!” as he balled up his fists and snatched up the final paycheck that she held out to him before he rounded on his heel and stormed out the do 22:15:49 Rezzik Barely felt the cocaine he had snorted, and even that small sensation was gone after a few minutes. He would get more of a buzz from the coke in her blood--and that was almost half the reason 'Candi' was even present. The other half, of course, being the far more luxurious drug she carried in her veins. One he was more a slave to than any alley-living heroin addict, or blowjob-giving coke fiend. He made another hard turn, purposely not warning beforehand just so he could watch that pretty blonde face smack against the window--which it promptly did, eliciting a simple Fuck!' from her as the hand holding that silver tube came up to hold her forehead. He glanced over, smiling genuinely.. " Jesus, it wasn't that fast. How fucking stoned are you? We still gotta have dinner, and I don't want you stumbling around like the coked up bitch that you are. I told you...take it easy on that crap. My shit ain't cut." His eyes went back to the road and that smile lingered only shortly before< 22:15:53 Rezzik fading away completely. The car moved fast down one of the main Paris streets--at least he assumed it was. The last time he had been to Paris he had spent of the month in a hotel suite, drinking bottle after bottle of various liquors and fucking at least a dozen different whores, maids, and various women picked up on the streets. The only reason he had come back to France was 'the rule'. One he had created long ago as a safety net and intended to follow the rest of his life; Once he killled twenty people in any one country, he moved on to another. The reasons were obvious. It was not that he feared jail or prosecution--his lawyers could get im out of even the most heinous acts if it was necessary. But so far, the Diabello name was 'clear' in the eyes of law enforcement, and he intended on keeping it that way. He pulled onto a sidestreet that seemed to lead nowhere, devoid of even the streetlights that seemed to dot every stretch of < 22:16:06 Rezzik road in the country, and again pushed the accelerator to the floor. She was far too stoned to become suspicious, simply gyrating in her seat along with the music that had been blaring the entire time. Another glance her way showed a young woman, perhaps early twenty-somethings in a light black dress, oblivous to the coke stains on her garment and far from sober, judging by the pupil dilation. He pulled the expensive car to the side of the tree-lined and leaf-covered road, lighting a cigarette and shifting in his seat slightly as the seatelt came off. " What..I thought we were getting food...?" She spoke, more inquisitive than disturbed. " We are. First I want a little head." He let a hand settle on her neck, dragging her closer and then releasing with a sigh as she pulled back to undo her own seatbelt. Soon enough that face was kissing him as her hands moved to unzip his expensive pants, and then slowly lowering. 22:16:13 Rezzik He smoked the cigarette in silence for the next five minutes as she did her job, flicking it out the tinted window moments before she finished. One hand gripped the hair on the back of her head tightly as he pulled her up to come almost eye to eye with him. " Good whore." He practically hissed the insult, and then leaned forward fast, revealing a pair of short--and almost entirely clear--fangs just before they tore into her neck. She fought, just like they all did. Punching, screaming, even trying to kick out the passenger window at one point before he snapped he neck in his hands, and finished feeding with only the rhythmic beats of the stereo filling the car's interior. When he was finished, she wasn't drained...far from it in fact. It did not take much to satiate his hunger, less than half of what she had inside of her--though the rest could be saved for later. Unlikes the vampires, whose presence he was completely unaware of, Rezzik had no trouble < 22:16:22 Rezzik drinking the blood of the dead. He almost preferred it. Minutes later, her white-skinned body was stuffed in the small trunk of the expensive vehicle, her head almost backwards with the injury that had killed her, and he was scouting the strip for restaurants, nightclubs, or anywhere else to spend the remainder of the night. 22:29:51 Shanell brushed her hair away from her eyes, and slowly stood up, deciding to follow her instincts rather than rely upon moltry human maps that did nothing for the scenery. Leaving the brochure to soak in a parisian puddle, she made her way along the streets. "Find a mate, she says..have lots of cubs, she says...go out and enjoy the human world, she says...I swear, it would be easier to just go for the next guy I see..." She murmered under her breath, quoting in a posh voice the sound of her mother who preferred to take on the form of a cow. Why? Who knows, but she's long since called her Heffar for that reason. She glanced up as she walked, watching an expensive car go by and speed into an alleyway. She stopped, one foot partially raised, the toe digging into the pavement as she considered her next move. Egging herself on, she slipped into the alley, and came upt o a man who was just putting...what was taht? into his trunk. She furrowed her brows as she gazed at Rezik, arching a brow. "Maybe you took a left turn at 22:30:06 [Shanell] Albequerque, but I dont think you belong in this section of the city.." Rather bold, she thought as she leaned against the side of the alley wall, far enough way to run if necessary. She patted her hands across her form, and came up with a cig, taking it out of the case as she watched dthe male with unreadable eyes. "Got a light?" She asked, as she twirled the cancer stick against her finely boned digits and stuck it into her mouth. She had no idea that the man had just sated his hunger on the body of a hooker, nor did she care. 22:44:13 [Malinda] The cab stopped infront of a large apartment building not so far off from that alley that Rezzik and Shanell were in. Her amber eyes took in the sight for the first time in years and a sigh escaped her lips. She couldnt believe that she had finally came back, drawn by a family that she knew only wanted the best for her. Still, it was disheartening to know that she was back here, in her home country, after so many years gone. Handing the cab driver enough to cover the fare and a nice tip, she grabbed her back and slipped out, watching it take off and leave her behind. She wanted to be any where but here at the moment. Wanted to be back in New York where she had a life. Friends. A career that was just taking off. But no, she'd been called back here for some stupid reason. She seathed over that thought. Setting the roller bag next to her on the sidewalk, she dug through her pockets and found that pack of cigarettes and the little orange bic lighter that she had stowed in her pockets. ---- 22:44:17 [Malinda] Shaking one of the camels out, she slipped it between her lips and lit the end. Her parents had never approved of her smoking. It apparently made the genes weak, and they were all for that specific gene was passed on. If there was any way at all she could stop that from happening, she would. Taking in a long drag, she moved and leaned against the builing looking out over the twinkling lights of the city. Oh how much fun she could have here. The possiblities were endless. 23:20:18 Rezzik studied the buildings as the car crept--now doing the speed limit--along one of the busiest stretches of road in the Paris nightlife. The fresh blood in his system gave a state of euphoria almost similar to what ecstacy did to humans, and the cocaine within it only made the sensation that much stronger. Each light on the businesses and homes he passed seemed to leave small tracers behind as he passed, and his fingers tapped almost playfully on the steering wheel in rhythm to the music now blaring even louder inside the car. He was as close to 'happy' as he had ever been, or would ever become. He remembered suddenly that his pants were still unzipped and remedied the error as he scanned the streets and even moreso the women walking them as he passed. He laughed at a few of them, either because they were simply unattractive or trying way to hard to be just that. For being the 'center of the fashion world', some of these women wore the most atrocious < 23:20:22 Rezzik things he had ever seen. A joint was pulled from the breast pocket of his black suit jacket and quickly lit as he watched the businesses and homes drift by. The feeding--and the murder--had been the highlight of his night, and now there was only an urge to find a way to waste the remaining hours without becoming too bored. It took conscious effort to keep himself from picking up another random girl and killing her--and though he wanted nothing more than just that, he was not stupid. If he listened to that instinct whenever it popped up, he would be hopping countries almost daily when his predetermined kill limit was reached. He adjusted the dark shades he wore, studying more faces as the car moved along the strip, garnering more looks than he would have liked, though it was understandable. The car attracted as many curious faces as it did women. 23:20:28 Rezzik He pulled to the side of the road and parked, finishing the joint and listening to the pounding bass of the stereo system, unseen thanks to those tinted windows. It didn't take long to decide to head back to the hotel room, or more accurately--the penthouse--and it took even less time realize he was completely lost at the moment. Spotting a single woman smoking just outside of an apartment building, he swallowed his pride and opened the door to the extravagant car, speaking to her after alf-stepping out and studying piece of paper in his hands as he spoke. " Hey, female. You know where 'Le Martine' street is from here? You speak english?" His eyes jumped toher from the scrap in his hand, a few fingers tapping expectantly on the roof of the car. 23:32:51 [Malinda] The night was lovely. Too nice to be spending inside being fawned over by a bunch of family she hardly remembered the names of. The youngest in her clan, expectations of her were high. It was something she always hated. It was upon her shoulders to mate, with a shifter preferably as to keep the secret safe, and continue the line that held so many shifters. It was just too much for her. Crossing her arm over her chest, she held onto the bicept of the other as she brought the cigarette to her mouth for that last drag before flicking the butt away. Watching it's trek to the side of the street, she watched it land between the feet of a man that was stepping out of the car. Her ember eyes landed on those feet before making a slow trek up to the face. Was he speaking to her? Looking around at the deserted street, she decided that his was and nodded. "Yea. I speak english." she said with a hint of a french accent, something she'd never been able to shake.---- 23:32:55 [Malinda] "Let see. Le Martine street. I 'appen to know where that is. It's 'ust 'round the corner." Pushing away from the wall, she motioned left. "You take a left there. Then a right after two block up. Take ya right to it." She offered a smile before leaning back against the wall, eyeing him a little more. "You 'ave a good night, monsiure." Dipping her hand into her pocket once more, she drug another cigarette and her lighter back out, lighting it and taking another drag. She should really go inside, but she didnt want to. 23:48:34 Rezzik followed her gesture to glance down the street, memorizing the directions as they were given and estimating he was only fifteen minutes from 'home'. He nodded, not even looking back or thanking her before he moved to re-enter the vehicle, and it was only by chance that his dark shades landed on her again, studying her face and the attached body. He stood straight again, seeming to think it over before a small smile appeared. Most women in her situation would have approached, maybe given a not-so-subtle touch to his arm as they pointed the direction and intentionally flaunted their looks, hoping to pick up a rich date. Yet she seemed entirely uninterested. 'Either married, palying it cool, or gay' he thought, lifting a hand to slide those shades up to his forehead and squinting bloodshot eyes slightly in the dim light of the apartment. None of the reasons would have mattered, of course. That accent combined with her body had him wanting her, just for the night. And he was very used to getting what he < 23:48:37 Rezzik wanted." First english I've heard in weeks." He lied, lighting a cigarette of his own and leaning back against the car behind him, which matched almost exactly the color of his suit--which was not an accident. There was an identical white Lamborghini back at the hotel, for night he felt like donning a suit of the same color. " Get in. You can show me. We'll get some dinner or something." He smiled, what appeared to be charming...though it was actually because every word he had just said ahd been spoken to Candi less than three hours previous. 00:00:46 [Malinda] As far as looks went, this one surely had them. Somewhere behind the hard edges and blood shot eyes. One just had to look hard enough. Those amber eyes moved once more to trial over his form before landing on that face once more. "Tainted english." she said half heartidly with a shrug. Taking a couple more drags of the cigarette, she once agains flicked it to the street, this time away from the man. "I'm sorry, but my mother 'as always told me never to get into car with strange men." A smirk played across unpainted lips as she crossed her arms over her chest. He'd be quick to notice, if he was paying attention, that that finger on her left hand was bare. No wedding ring to speak of. Nor was she gay. She simply, unlike most of the residents in this city, did not play off the looks that nature had given her. One more glance was given before she shrugged and pushed away from the wall. "But then again, when 'ave I ever listened to my mother?" She could chalk this up to being a stand up --- 00:00:50 [Malinda] citizen, but all it really was, was she wanted to take a ride in that beautiful car. "Give me a moment. I 'ave to put my bag inside." Lifting the small carry on, she opened the apartment door and set it on the inside before closing it once more and heading towards the car. Walking around the tail end, she ran her hand over the sleek exterior before open the door. "Sweet ride." she said before slipping into the passenger seat. "Come on stud, I don't 'ave all night." 00:17:04 Rezzik gave a feigned look of hurt when she intially spoke, though that would not have ended the encounter if it had been the last thing she had said, far from it. He had encountered that exact phrase spoken more times than he could remember. The only thing separating it from the rest of the incidents was that accent. He had a half dozen quips already prepared to counter it with, but it became obvious that that was not necessary when she spoke again. He grinned, showing only perfectly placed and almost too-white teeth. The fangs, when not in use, folded back against the inside gums on the roof of his mouth, their clear coloring making them close to invisible unless one was studying his mouth with a flashlight--and even then they would have to be looking hard. He held out a hand, gesturing to the car with a smirk and watching her drop her bag off before approaching. He watched that hand slide over the < 00:17:07 Rezzik back of the car and smiled again, positive that if she could see what was inside that trunk just under her fingers she wouldn't be nearly as calm as as she was. He was in the car before she was, and pulling the fashionable door down and into it's resting place even as she spoke. " My name is Rezzik." He spoke bluntly, as though correcting her, and shifted the volume on the music down only slightly, pulling back onto the street as soon as her door closed completely. That urge to kill was back in full force, and he wasn't so sure anymore that he would avoid it. He pulled the shades back down as he drove, not speaking again until she did and only briefly eyeing the recently made cocaine stains on the black leather seat between her legs. |
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| Chanel | Jun 27 2009, 02:21 PM Post #2 |
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08:17:05 Shanell had never been truly comfortable in cities of stone, if thats what they were called. Sure, now they had neon lights, and modern conviences, but she couldnt feel what she could feel in the wild. She felt cut off. Now was another one of those times. She glanced around the parisian streets, wrapping her arms around each other as she slumped against a wall. She brushed her long dark blonde hair from her eyes and scanned the skies. Even now, she couldn't see the stars. The city stunk of human refuse, wrinkling her nose. Smog covered the stars, the city lights to bright to see clearly. If she could, she would've been outside, but she had been told to be a human. To mix and mingle. She hated that aspect. At least she was outside, and not inside a building. That was always the best part about this whole venture. She ignored the other humans who wandered around this vast place, and for all intents and purposes, they steered clear of her, eager to get away from that wild look in her eyes. Moving over to a bench, she 08:17:56 [Shanell] slowly sat down, pulling a brochure from her back pocket. She flipped it open, scanning the pages with her enhanced eyes. "This is all in fucking french. Wheres the english?" She frowned. "isn't this supposed to be like..an international city or something?" She threw the brochure down in disgust and just sat back, watching the city folks. 08:23:37 Thomas_Raith WOuld have awoken from his sleep and gotten dressed in a short sleeved button up shirt, worn out jenas and a black leather belt. He grabbed his keys from the counter and then moved ot get his Gibson SG and Amp. He put on his shoes and he went outside his hotel. He would move to a nearby Area and sat on a parkbench not to far from Shanel. He opened up his case as he sat down and he got out his Blaze Red Gibson SG guitar and it's Amp cord. He plugged it in then turned on the amp. He checked the tuning for a second then he began to truely play. He started off with the Fur Elise. People would walk by putting money in his case and he smiled and nodded to the humans as they pasted. He smiled and nodded and he continued to play his music letting it echo through the streets. 08:32:32 Shanell brushed her hair away from her eyes, and slowly stood up, deciding to follow her instincts rather than rely upon moltry human maps that did nothing for the scenery. Leaving the brochure to soak in a parisian puddle, she considered making her way along the streets. "Find a mate, she says..have lots of cubs, she says...go out and enjoy the human world, she says...I swear, it would be easier to just go for the next guy I see..." She murmered under her breath, quoting in a posh voice the sound of her mother who preferred to take on the form of a cow. Why? Who knows, but she's long since called her Heffar for that reason. She glanced up as a guy sat down at a parkbench near her and began playing music. She quirked a brow, and watched him for a moment as he played. Slowly she stood up, and eyed the money in the case. Her eyes flickered up to the males, watching him for a moment. "Maybe you took a left turn at Albequerque, but I dont think you belong in this section of the city.." Rather bold, she thought as she le 08:33:01 [Shanell] leaned against the side of the nearest wall, far enough way to run if he had other ideas. She patted her hands across her form, and came up with a cig, taking it out of the case as she watched dthe male with unreadable eyes. "Got a light?" She asked, as she twirled the cancer stick against her finely boned digits and stuck it into her mouth. She had no idea how much she mightve bugging the guy and disrupting business, but hell, what did it matter? "Here." She said after a moment, digging into her pocket and pulling out a quarter. She flipped it into the case. 08:38:22 Thomas_Raith He Looked up at her, " well on offense babe but we donlt belong in any human city now do we?" He smirked as he stopped playing and he put hte guitar aside. and he tossed her a lighter, a silver zippo to be precise. Thomas then got up and he waked over ot a poor man and gave him the money he just collected and he pakced up his things. " I don;t do it because I need the money." he expolained "I do it because I love music." He smiled to the girl " I'm Thomas." He smiled holding out a freindly hand. 08:45:50 Shanell blinked, a bit taken back by the even more bold statement coming from the male. Her face paled a moment, and dthen she glanced away, shifting on one foot and then the other. He couldnt have known what she was. There was no way to tell. Not really, at least she didnt think there was. "Excuse me?" Was all she could manage to get out. She caught the lighter held it in her hands as she watched him give his money away. Okay, that was one strange man..she thought as she furrowed her brow. "Oh.." She felt her cheeks flush, and she held out her hand, lighter still in hand a she took his and gave it a tenative shake. "Shanell.." 08:50:59 Thomas_Raith He smiled and he shook it gently. and he nodded " So what brings you to Paris? where people can't clean up after their poodles." He proudly asked and announced. and he looekd at her " We have a little something in common, He smiled as small fangs appeared slowly then retracted. " you see we are both, unique. I see it in your eyes. you can't stand the smell. and I know it ain't the dog crap." He winked. His vioce heavily hit with an irish Accent. 08:58:47 Shanell forgot about the cigarrette as her eyes got drawn to his fangs. She flickered her gaze back up. "Um...mom wanted me to find a mate.." She said, her cheeks flushing again. She couldnt figure out why she was telling him this stuff, and glanced away after a moment, running a handt hrough her hair. She took the time to get her wits back together, and so she pulled out the cig and lit it up, handing the lighter back to him. "What are you..?" she asked after a moment, and glanced back at him. 09:03:39 Thomas_Raith He looked around and he saw too many people. " it's not really too safe but fangs should give it away, but don;t compare me to the bloodsuckers that run around. I'm not like them I don;t feed every two minutes." he spoke as he too leaned against the wall. I'm from The City of Angels in the U.S of A." he spoke as he looked ot her and he slipped out a silver tube and he opened it pulling out a nice cuban cigar, He took out a box of matches and a cutter and he cut the end and he lit it carefully taking it in in slow drags. " you'll find Paris remarkibly unexciting." he spoke taking the cigar from his mouth. 09:09:25 Shanell nodded her head. Bloodsucker. "I thought they were legend...you know, children stories...." She murmered under her breath as she took a drag of the cig and held it between two fingers, dropping her hand to her side as she flicked the ash off. "I'm a Michigan gal.." She said quietly. She glanced around and noticed the streets waning of people and she shifted uncomfortably. She scuffed her feet, not really knowing what to say. "You know it's kind of funny. I'm in this city for an hour, and I meet one of you. You aren't going to like...eat me are you?" She said, a spry look on her face as she considered him. She grinned for a moment. 09:13:04 Thomas_Raith He chokled on the drag of his cigar and he spit part of it put due to that comment. " oh dear god no, human flesh is revolting." he spoke as he took a drag to try to calm his nerves. " Lady I haven;t fed in years I'm quite certain you're safe, Beside I don;t suck blood. I get my food through well... more pleasuring means." He spoke as he watched people walk by, alot looked at them and alot looked at him with the expression yum on their faces. " I hate being a bloody predator. but it's better than prey." he sighed as he flicked off some ash. 09:24:37 Shanell glanced at him, and looked at her arm. "Oh I wouldnt say that.." She said with a smirk. "But then again, it all depends.." She glanced away, chuckling at the look on his face. Great, Shell, you're getting perverted. Next thing you know you'll be dragging him in bed.... She watched the men and women walk by. She pointed one random guy out. He looked to be middle age, his head balding as he carried a bag of groceries. "How about that one? Think mom will like him?" She joked as she gave him a sideglance, a grin on her features. She thought about the whole predator versus prey. Her mother preferred to take the form of a cow, and she was very sure her mother was demented. Calling her Heffar was a favorite passtime, but then again, so was calling her heffar. Herself? She preferred creatures of great intelligence and cunning. Golden eagles and fox were her thing. One was nationally protected, and the other was just plain fun. She took another drag of the cancer stick. "I dont know, being prey can be pretty 09:24:56 [Shanell] fun. You ever see a bull moose run down a few hunters in their trucks? Gets them everytime." 09:28:06 Thomas_Raith HE chuckled when she asked if mom would like the guy and he chuckled. He listened to her explaination intently as he took a long drag from the cigar flicking away the ash. " yeah but in my world being prey means you die." He explained to her. " Ever seen a vampire take out a vampire. They're ruthless." He sighed as he took a short drag. " Where are you staying in Paris?" He asked putting out the cigar to save some for later as he slipped it back into the silver tube. 09:35:43 Shanell glanced at him and shook her head. "Truthfully, I wouldnt know. I suppose I could be taken for prey by your kind...but among mine, I can be whatever I want." She glanced down the street and saw the streets empty. "See..?" She held out her hand, and it shifted as if it were molten, the skin changing to something waxen for a moment. The arm shifted, and she hid any pain she held as her hand changed into that of a bear's, the claws about two or three inches. A few seconds later, it changed back, turning diminutive in size, the furr falling off as she shook her hand. She flexes her hand, letting her hand drop again as she glanced up at him, the wild look once again returning to her eyes for a moment, glinting orange in the light as she glanced away. "I'm staying at a hotel...about five miles that away.." She said, nodding towards one of the hotels glinting neon in the distance. 09:38:54 Thomas_Raith He blinked and he nodded " ahh that's what you mean." HE then looekd at one of the hotels down the way. Which one? My hotel is down that way." he would looked around wondering were everyone was. " man the Streets are suddenyl Empty and I don;t like that. Come on lets get the hell out of here." he spoke as he grabbed his guitar and his amp. He waited for her before heading back to his hotel. 09:47:27 Shanell watched his face carefully. He didn't seem suprised or scared at the revelation, but thena gain he was a bloody vampire after all. She didnt know how she felt about that. She could very well imagine him taking her into some nondescript place, and taking her life, but she was also very sure she'd get a few swipes before he could try. But then again, he didnt really seem the type. She finished her cigarrette, and dropped it down onto the pavement, stamping it out with her shoe as she put her hands in her pocket. She came out with a packet of gum and opened one of them up, popping it into her mouth. "Gum..?" She offered him some. If he took one, she would smile and then put it away. "I'm not really sure how to pronounce it..here.." She leaned down and picked up the brochure she had earlier. It contained the hotel name written all in french along the cover. "Pretty dumb huh, come to a foreign country, can't even speak the language. I guess that just makes me a tourist.." She shook her head and glanced back to t 09:47:46 [Shanell] the area they were leaving. She glanced away. Well, that was truthful for sure. She really didnt wan to be caught in something fishy. "that's a pretty nice guitar.." She said, glancing up at him. "How long you been playing?" 09:51:59 Thomas_Raith Henodded as he took a piece of gum. " thank you." he smiled to her as they walked he sighed " Trust me I know how you feel this is a horrible language. and I guess I would be a toruist aswell I've only been here for less than a month." HE told her as they walked then he looked at his guitar in it's case. Yeah Gibson G one of the better sounding Guitars." He smiled going throughs some memories " I've been playing since I was but a lad." He smiled as they got to his hotel, and he swung open the door for her. 10:01:02 Shanell nodded and stuck her hands into her pockets, her fingers moving over the plastic wrapping on the gum. She chewed on the peice as she followed him to his hotel. She glanced at him. "I like it, I just cant speak it. Yo se espanol.." She smiled and shrugged. "At least a little bit, un piquito.." I know spanish, a tiny bit. She had said as she looked up at the hotel they were nearing. She whistled. "Fanceh." She smiled as he swung the door open and she slipped past him, ducking under his arm as she walked inside. She hadnt realized how cold she had been outside, but as she walked into the hotel, her shivering ceased, and she felt self conscious. She was only wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Everything here looked so fancy. She turned towards him. "You sure this is okay? This looks like some rich persons hotel.." Not only that but she felt the walls closing in around her, and she had to take deep breaths to dispell the feeling. She felt cut off from the outside world the further she 10:01:17 [Shanell] went into the manmade structure, but she stamped down those feelings as best she could. 09:51:59 Thomas_Raith Henodded as he took a piece of gum. " thank you." he smiled to her as they walked he sighed " Trust me I know how you feel this is a horrible language. and I guess I would be a toruist aswell I've only been here for less than a month." HE told her as they walked then he looked at his guitar in it's case. Yeah Gibson G one of the better sounding Guitars." He smiled going throughs some memories " I've been playing since I was but a lad." He smiled as they got to his hotel, and he swung open the door for her. 10:01:02 Shanell nodded and stuck her hands into her pockets, her fingers moving over the plastic wrapping on the gum. She chewed on the peice as she followed him to his hotel. She glanced at him. "I like it, I just cant speak it. Yo se espanol.." She smiled and shrugged. "At least a little bit, un piquito.." I know spanish, a tiny bit. She had said as she looked up at the hotel they were nearing. She whistled. "Fanceh." She smiled as he swung the door open and she slipped past him, ducking under his arm as she walked inside. She hadnt realized how cold she had been outside, but as she walked into the hotel, her shivering ceased, and she felt self conscious. She was only wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Everything here looked so fancy. She turned towards him. "You sure this is okay? This looks like some rich persons hotel.." Not only that but she felt the walls closing in around her, and she had to take deep breaths to dispell the feeling. She felt cut off from the outside world the further she 10:01:17 [Shanell] went into the manmade structure, but she stamped down those feelings as best she could. |
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