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Post by tatumcarroll on May 23, 2008 17:42:08 GMT -5
Tatum Carroll scoffed as she walked down one of the many streets the French Quarter had to offer. Unfortunately, the red-headed teenager wasn't that impressed at all with the state. So far, Louisiana gave her blisteringly hot days and nights, sweat, swamps, and rats the size of cats jumping out to try and claw her face off every time she took out the trash. She really couldn't believe how romanticized Louisiana was in all of the vampire novels she had read; she'd yet to see one vampire or Voodoo priestess lurking in those awful, humid swamps. All that Tatum really wanted as of now was to be back home in Manhattan Beach, which was ten minutes away from Los Angeles. Manhattan Beach was glamorous, Louisiana was not. All the vampires must've gone off to New York... Tatum thought sarcastically. On the brighter side of things though, at least she was getting paid by her grandmother to live here with her. All Tatum had to do was be the shopgirl for granny's antique shop and she'd get a hefty twenty bucks by the end of the week. But as Tatum had made clear before, she wouldn't be happy with the state of Louisiana until she saw a real, in-the-flesh vampire, and what were the odds of that happening in a place where you could here "Dueling Banjos" on every store radio?
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Post by rainbowporkchop on May 23, 2008 18:26:04 GMT -5
Nick was sweating... which was odd, because he never sweat. It was hot in Louisiana as he noted. He had never been to the state before, and decided to visit it. It had alot of culture. He was wandering around the city for something to do. He started to slow down as he smelled something raiding the air. The scent of a young female... and her blood. He was a young vampire, yes, but he was good at keeping his hunger at bay whenever a tempting human walked by. But, he wanted to know where the scent of the woman was coming from. He quickened his pace as he started to slow down.
He turned a corner, and held the strap of his guitar case tightly. As he looked around ad turned the corner, he ran into someone. He gasped, and looked down at a red headed girl. She was very young, looked no younger than he looked. Human... Female...
"I'm sorry.. he whispered. "I wasn't paying any attention."
It was the female he was tracking.
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Post by tatumcarroll on May 29, 2008 11:21:17 GMT -5
Tatum let out a squeak as she was practically knocked down by what appeared to her to be an emo kid wandering the streets at night. As she got up from the ground, she saw that her guess of who knocked her over wasn't that far off. She suddenly felt self-conscious about her height, seeing that this boy was much taller than she was. Oh, how it sucked to be excessively short! Her mother always told her that she would indeed grow more as she got older, but now she was seventeen and the same height she was when she was eleven! To make matters even worse, she had the hourglass figure of a voluptuous, fully-grown woman, like what you'd see in those pin-up posters from the late 1940's. She was indeed every uncomfortable with her body, and now being knocked over by a tall person made it all the better.
"Oh, I wasn't aware that there were other people besides rednecks and hicks around here." She mumbled sarcastically.
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Post by rainbowporkchop on May 29, 2008 18:52:47 GMT -5
Ncik swallowed hard, trying to contain himself. "Yes, weel... I'm just here for the jazz festival." he gestured to his guitar on his back.
"I'm sorry for running into you again." he said, and rubbed his shoulder. "Anyway I could repay you dear?" he asked, looking up at her and smiling. He was carful to hide his fangs in his mouth.
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Post by tatumcarroll on May 29, 2008 19:04:59 GMT -5
My Dear? Did he seriously just say "My Dear"?!! Tatum had to bite back on the laugh that she knew desperately wanted to escape. Wow, this guy was weird! The only other person who had ever called her that was her 80-year-old grandma! Something was definitely up with this dude, because Tatum knew there was no way a person his age would talk that way unless they were complete nerds or on something. Wasn't Louisiana just full of wonderful surprises?!
"Uhm yeah, you could make it about twenty degrees cooler for me." Tatum joked, still trying not to giggle.
What was his problem, though?! Maybe he escaped from a looney bin somewhere near by. But then again, Tatum learned very quickly that all the weirdos flocked to this state so they could mingle in New Orleans, whether it be Mardi Gras or not.
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Post by rainbowporkchop on May 29, 2008 19:10:10 GMT -5
Nick laughed. He knew she thought he was crazy. is parnets where old fashioned and so was he. "I'm just polite," he snickered. "Unless you want me to be a regulare guy my age and be an ass, I can do that." he said shrugging. "It's fine with me."
Nick flipped his bangs out of his face, but with no luck they fell back. He looked at her under the shade of his eyes, and smirked. 'Strange girl...' he thought.
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