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Post by darkinuangel on Apr 8, 2008 23:04:55 GMT -5
The air hinted at its closeness to the sea and stung at Megail's eyes as he decelerated the bike as he came up to a turn off over looking the area. It was late now, and the stars were glinting in the night sky, the partial moon hidden by gray, magnificent clouds.
Knocking the kick stand down Megail killed the motor of his bike and climbed off. His sharp eyes twiddled around him for any sign of trouble, he saw none. He was to be meeting someone here. To be meeting someone this late would have looked like trouble to anyone else but when it comes to matter of creatures of the night, it can be a totally different story. The brunette peeled off his leather jacket and draped it over the cement barrier. It looked like he was going to have to play the waiting game for a little while. That's all his life seemed to be nowadays, hurry up and wait.
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Post by wednesday on Apr 9, 2008 14:02:44 GMT -5
Wednesday walked down the street while ranting loundly about her hate to all sorts of things. Her black eyes were nailed to the ground as she walked.
She walked into a guy who started yelling at her. She glarred at him and showed him her fangs. He ran down the street.
She cursed and kept walking.
"I miss london" she said and stopped walking and leant against a lamp post.
"New Orleans is so boring" She looked around.
There wasn't much to see. A few people minding their own buisness. Nothing special.
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Post by darkinuangel on Apr 19, 2008 0:30:43 GMT -5
Tonight, he guessed, his 'date' would just have to be missed. Megail had waited patiently but his patients only stretched so far. If the answer didn't come to him then he would just have to go find it.
A lovely thing, being a lychantrope, was that he was driven. It could have been a trait he had to begin with but not as much as he had. Megail could go for weeks hunting for the same thing, figuratively speaking. So this evening he would just have to find a place to stay until find this vampire that held his answers. Who knows maybe, around here, more than just one of them could give him what he sought after so badly. To be one step closer to ending his wolfish affliction.
Briskly he walked over to and straddled his bike, revving the engine a few times before letting the wheel's loose. Nothing sounded sweeter than the purr of freedom on wheels. Hopefully, he could run into someone who could offer some assistance on the streets.
(Sorry it took so long to reply.. busy and forgetful I am at times.)
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Post by wednesday on Apr 19, 2008 15:20:16 GMT -5
Wednesday turned around and walked out on the middle of the street and started walking. The street was completely empty so she didn't care.
She was hoping to get something out of the night but so far she couldn't figure out what to do.
New town meant new people. She sighed at the thought. She hated having to meet new people. She was she had traveled alot more before, so she would already know somebody in New Orleans.
Back in London she didn't know many but at least she did know someone. Right now she had no idea what to do with herself. She was bored and restless and wanted action now.
She didn't know where she was going or anything but she just knew she had to go somewhere.
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Post by aszura on Apr 20, 2008 17:58:27 GMT -5
Mikhail wiped his lips of the final remains of his meal with a soft white handkerchief before returning it to the back pocket of his black Armani jeans, and releasing the drained corpse to fall to the cracked street below. Standing erect he shrugged his shoulders, straightening out his long, black blazer, and running a hand through his shoulder length brunette hair, getting the constantly sight inhibiting bangs out of his face. He looked up to the sky and smiled, his pale green eyes flashing ever so slightly, the night was still young, and having just fed there were many more
appealing things he could to entertain himself.
Kneeling down briefly he grabbed his brief case before walking out of the dark alley into the neon streets of New Orleans. Immediately he was surrounded by the scent of fresh blood pumping through the veins of the nightly walkers of the restless city; it was intoxicating, though having just fed, it was nothing less than nauseating. He received a few odd glances as he strode quickly down the street, desiring to be rid of the suffocatingly rich smells of sustenance.
Taking a left off of main he walked briskly down the sidewalk into the lessly populated Hotel District of New Orleans. Slowing his pace slightly he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out an unopened pack of Marlboro Menthols. Being an immortal he was pleased to know that the destructive little sticks of nicotine could cause him no harm, that didn't make them any less addicting however. Smacking the pack against the ball of his hand to mix the tobacco he opened the pack and brought a cigarette up to rest firmly between his lips.
The cigarette only lasted until he made it to the end of the rode where he disposed of it half smoked before crossing the street quickly. As he walked towards the hotel where he was residing his heightened senses picked up two very agrivating elements of the night. Coming up behind him he heard the Motorcycle approaching long before the headlight splashed the smooth black asphalt of the deserted road. He loathed the sound of engines, as far as he was concerned they were the humans' greatest mistake, followed close behind by breeding, it was exactly what they needed, more of the little creatins roaming around raping the world. With the bike came the scent of a creature that was both respectable and dispicable at the same type.
Most, if not all vampires knew of their fellow creatures who roamed the night, Lycanthropes, or werewolves as the human's dubbed them. The race was met with deep-rooted hatred among his brethren, Mikhail just found them to be filthy creatures, who roamed with the humans as if they were one of them, then ravaged them in hunger. They had no manners, just tore their meals to shreds; what a mess. However to find one so close. . . it was quite the surprise. Tilting his head back, he watched in interest as the motorcycle approached, a thin grin forming on his lips, "How intriguing. . ."
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Post by darkinuangel on Apr 21, 2008 0:39:04 GMT -5
The smell hit him like a slap in the face. Sure the sent was present in air due to the blood thirsty beings in New Orleans, however not quite so close. Sweet death floated up into his nose, in two different flavors even but one was much closer than the other.
'No mistaking it.' Megail slowed his Harley to a near creep. Once he was in it his sight, his hazel eyes never left the pale form standing on the sidewalk. Halting in the middle of the road he stared at him, trying to piece this vampire out before the pulled into the inconveniently placed hotel. Well, it really wasn't the hotel's fault, that would be unfair. How would they know an undead, blood feasting vampire would stand out side of it. So blaming the vampire would be more appropriate to blame. However there wasn't much room to talk, a werewolf wasn't really a better trade as tenant.
A small smile rested on the stony face but not much besides that. He was still as the stars were in the sky. Megail couldn't just sit there staring at him, he would begin to look ridiculous or as if he wanted a confrontation and that was the last thing he wanted. Finally pulling into one of the parking lots a dark leather boot struck down the kick stand and he killed the engine.
Do or die time, well do or fight. Vampire or not Megail wasn't going to go down without at fight. Nodding once at the figure in greeting he swung his leg over and thus off the bike. Hopefully, just hopefully, this guy didn't hold species in enough warrant for death.
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Post by aszura on Apr 21, 2008 10:49:32 GMT -5
Another interesting development. He thought, it wasn't often that a lycanthrope would dare catch eyes with a vampire if it were not in challenge, and vise versa, however there was no hint of contest in the creature's hazel eyes, which made Mikhail further curious. Slowly, much too slow even for a human, he straightened his back and stared straight ahead of him as he crossed the street to where the werewolf was still waiting near his vehicle. (it was a tactic meant to make the environment seem all the more eerie, and on most occasions it worked)
It was a wonder that a lycanthrope would even be so willing to stop in the presence of vampires, especially in New Orleans’s the city was crawling with the demented bloodsuckers. Certainly no pun intended. A brief flash of instinct, and a developed paranoia mad Mikhail wonder if he hadn't been being searched out. But as he walked as soon as his feet met the other sidewalk a gust of wind brought on the scent of another such as himself, the sickeningly sweet scent of death.
"Hmm." His smile broadened but a tad as he came to stand before the werewolf, a slight grimace crossing his handsome features, disgusting. Bowing his head slightly, not sure what to do now that he was across the street he held out a gloved hand, "Mikhail." he said, his pupils were small slits as he looked at the creature before him, "You my friend, seem a tad bit lost."
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Post by darkinuangel on Apr 21, 2008 11:25:13 GMT -5
With a light, just enough to comply, smile he reached out and shook Mikhail’s hand. It wasn’t often you get to shake hands with the dead, there fingers stiff and cold, even through the gloves, as death. However this vampire was quite flush and he could smell why. Megail had to resist the urge to pant at the smell of blood radiating from the vampire’s breath.
“Megail” he said with a calm voice even though the blood lust in him was beginning to rise. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Bringing his hand back down to his side the werewolf flipped his keys into his pocket. “Well, I was of the opinion you could only be lost if you have a specific destination. I make it a point to not have one.” Sometimes, if you look at a vampire just right, or so he had heard, you could see past there allusion of beauty. This particular fellow didn’t seem to have one, he was just naturally so.
The silted eyes pinning at him made him feel a bit uneasy. Did Mikhail have any purpose with him, or was he just being a curious little kitty? Subconsciously he whipped his hand against his pants and placed his hand on his hip. “If you’re worried about my motives I’m merely just at this hotel until I can find a certain someone, if it takes to long I’ll just leave.” What else could he say? I come in peace? “I’m not here for trouble.”
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Post by aszura on Apr 21, 2008 15:59:23 GMT -5
“A pleasure.” Mikhail dropped his own hand back to his side, where he reproduced his pack of cigarettes and brought one back up to his lips. After lighting the death stick, as he’d heard many humans refer to the paper roll with dried weeds in its center, he took in a quick breath before replacing the pack and holding the burning rod a fair distance from his face, “Well lost or not, you are certainly out of place.” If this man was not aware of Mikhail’s vampiric situation he was certain Migail would be quite confused, however he was also quite sure that there was no delusion in either’s mind of what the other was, so he did not consider his words to be a problem.
He could sense the man growing unnerved as he scrutinized him. This was actually only the fourth time Mikhail had come in contact with the rare humanoid species, and as much as a blood enemy that nature has made them he was still quite interested in their kind, though from what he’d seen in the past the beasts were doing little to impress him. However, this one seemed a tad more intelligent than the deranged dogs he’d met in the past.
Bringing up his cigarette he took in another breath before turning his head to the side and releasing the inhaled toxins, he was certain they would irritate the beast’s sensitive nostrils, and that would just cause problems for both of them. After a moment he returned his gaze back to the man and looked at him for a brief moment, “I’ve heard,” his words were slow, he was being careful of what he said, “that when one is in search of something they are no longer aware of the rest of the world around them.” A small grin returned to his lips, “Are you by chance looking for something?”
(Sorry if I took too many liberties, if I did let me know and I will alter my post)
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Post by wednesday on Apr 22, 2008 13:34:45 GMT -5
Wednesday walked down the street. The wind was playing with her long black her and her lips were shining.
She smiled and kept walking. She saw two who were talking across the street. One was a vampire, the other she wasn't sure but it was not human.
She was still feeling restless. She walked across the street but didn't approach the two.
there was no need.
She smirked and juts stood there watching them.
She liked observing people to see their reactions whenever they actually found out she was there. Most just walked away in a hurry. Others just looked at her and didn't move. At all.
She laughed to herself and kept watching them.
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Post by darkinuangel on Apr 22, 2008 23:43:47 GMT -5
What ever could he do? Here he was now, in a city full of blood sucking beasties, and just so happened to be face to face with one, while another was at his back. He felt surrounded, trapped and thats not how a wolf should feel. Wolves weren't pray. He hadn't noticed right away, the sent of tobacco had filled his nostrils hotly, almost making him back away. As the smell of smoke was taken away by a gust of wind it brought with it another sickeningly sweet smell of that could only be made by the dead. Another vampire. What, oh, what could he do?
Mikhail however had seemed truthful with his words, dead men tell no tales right. Well this one seemed to be leading him on one, maybe.
"Is she with you?" He asked, the small fur on the back of his neck stood up. Megail was going to tell him yes, that he was in fact looking for something but now he had more ... pressing matters to speak of.
"Don't toy with me." The werewolf added, shifting his eyes from side to side. "Be straight forward with me..Vampire, and I'll be straight with you. If you or your 'friend' attacks me if she is with you, you will regret it." Oh yes, that was high on his to do list today, threaten a vampire. He could check that one off now. Megail really did want to avoid trouble but now his mouth was flapping before he could think of what was coming out. Fear was radiating off of him, he could smelling beginning to overlap all the other scents. Certainly they both could smell it to.
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Post by aszura on Apr 23, 2008 1:43:37 GMT -5
Raising an annoyed eyebrow Mikhail folded his arms over his chest, careful of his still lit cigarette, "Quite a bark that you've got there boy, but do you have the bite to back it up? I would suggest you tread carefully with your accusations, or you may find yourself walking down the wrong path to an enemy you could have avoided." Mikhail did not take disrespect, not from humans, and certainly not from dogs he didn't now, and he would not be threatened without justification.
Lifing his right arm he took in another drag of his cigarette, again he turned his head and released the toxins, and again he returned his gaze to the arrogant wolf before him, maybe not so much arrogant as foolish. Migail, as the man called himself was in human form, that meant that Mikhail certainly had the advantage, the case may not be so at full-moon time, but as it stood. . . "And for your information, the lass is not with me, I have never seen her before, but perhaps, Migail," he said using the man's name for the first time, "I should be curious if she is not wou, though I do not expect you would keep such company as us bloodsuckers, since you lack the common curtosy necessary when dealing with our kind."
If it had been any other night perhaps he would have been more careful with his own words, the wolf was obviously nervous, Mikhail didn't need heightened senses to pick that up, it wasn't as if the werewolf was used to interacting with bloodsuckers on a daily basis. Averting his gaze he looked across the road at the newcomer, she had not escaped his radar, not with the wind blowing the way it was.
"Little missy, it is not polite to stare."
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Post by darkinuangel on Apr 23, 2008 16:46:20 GMT -5
Megail almost felt like growling at Mikhail. The air arrogance in which he spoke with, that was why he hadn't liked vampires very much. The last time he spoke with one he assessed that they thought they knew everything and thusly talked like they did. Comes with living forever he guessed. It wasn't nice to assume though, it wasn't as if Megail had exactly been prince charming with his words either.
All of the different smells wrapping around him was rather disorienting. Blood, fear, death, tobacco and the low sent of ocean water .If he could dream of smells he wasn’t sure if it would have been a nightmare or a fantasy. Daring to move Megail backed up until his shoulders pressed against the wall. If something was going to come up behind him they were going to have to go through brick to do it. This way too, he would be able to see everything going on around him.
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Post by wednesday on Apr 24, 2008 10:20:07 GMT -5
"I know" Wednesday said.
"But that doesn't keep me from doing it" she said and walked over to them.
She smirked and looked at the two. She now knew what the other one was. A wolf.
She ran a hand thru her hair. She had no idea where she was or who they were. But right now she didn't care. She had wanted some action for a while and these two might provide some sort.
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Post by aszura on Apr 24, 2008 14:09:37 GMT -5
"Obviously." Mikhail's brow furrowed in a frustrated glare as he peered at the newcomer, he didn't like the scent of her, "And you are?" He asked unfolding his arms and dropping his cigarette to the pavement before crushing it out with the heel of his brightly shined boots. His gaze shifted breifly back to the figure who was leaning against the wall behin him before returning his gaze back to the young woman.
She was of the immortals, so he was not too surprised that she was there, vampires tended to live in similar vicinities, and that was usually in cities or highly populated places where food was in abundance, unless of course they were those weak willed fledgelings who fed off of small animals and dogs, and they were at least relatively easy to recognized among each other, unless they were very skilled at hiding themselves.
Mikhail himself had never tried to hide himself, not feeling that there was any need, plus, if he focused his attentions on hiding himself too well he would never find the creep Bellonet.
Quirking his eyebrow, he waited for her to respond, or for the wolf behind him to find his voice .
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