Wandering around, Looking for Trouble[Tyler.]

[poisonousxxrose]

Poison walked through the stores looking for something to do. He looked at all the clothes, when he was bored, he spent money. He looked around the store for someone to catch his attention, but no one did. He didn't care though because people were always coming in and out and someone was bound to catch his attention at some point. He picked a few random things to buy, like belts, and different things for his piercings.

He walked up to pay for his things and talked to the girl at the counter waiting for something interesting to come. He looked back at the street.

[personalpoison]

Waking up this evening, the young vampire had felt different, to say the least. So, dragging herself from the warm black covers, she stretched. Yawning as she glanced at her alarm clock, almost six, that meant the sun had just set. She wore a pair of black boxers and a black tank top, goth was what she could be defined as.

The small apartment was two rooms, the bedroom and the living/kitchen/dining room. Everything was of Gothic and dark nature, the decor was black, greys, and some splashes of white in. Posters and wall decor was the morbid and seductive art of Luis Royo and Victoria Frances. The carpet was soft and new, and black, of course. All windows were blocked by thick and heavy black curtains, which were stapled to the wall so as not to allow the sunlight in, causing the whole apartment to be at midnight all the time. On the wall was one out-of-place item, a small black frame with a plain white piece of paper, and on it read, "Miss. Tyler Harley, congratulations on surviving the Diamond Back Rattlesnake bite. -Phoenix Hospital Phoenix, Arizona"

Pulling open the small closet door and flicking on her light, Tyler was surrounded by clothes in shades of blacks, greys, reds, purples, and even greens. Dresses, skirts, pants, shirts, tank tops, corsets, anything a goth could want, she owned. Having been around for 77 years, she'd managed to pull some good stuff together. Feeling exceptionally dark, she grabbed a black skirt, a set of chains, a black tank top, a violet corset, dark purple fishnets, and a purple and black studded belt, Tyler quickly changed.

Shortly after the bathroom door clicked shut, loud music split the silent air, she often got complaints over the noise. Tyler leaned over the bathroom counter, her chains clicked against the cupboards. She lined her eyes with thick black eyeliner, then pulled her eyelashes up with mascara. And last, but definitely not least, she splashed some deep violet color on her lips. She met her bright blue eyes in the mirror, under the florescent lights she was so pale, so lifeless looking. She quickly brushed her black and blond hair, then shook it out. She smiled at her own reflection, then clicked the radio off. Silence again.

Now, pulling on the four-inch heels that reached her knees, Tyler had finally entered her living room for the first time this morning. Zipping up the boots, she glanced at the apartment one last time, grabbed her purse, and shot out the door, no locking necessary.

Slipping into the young night, the vampire grinned, her fangs glistened brightly in the streetlights. She knew no one would ask questions, not here, not in Hollywood. Because in Hollywood, you were always in character.

Click...click...click...

The only noise she made, it was a peculiar noise, not something that one would hear over the hustle and bustle of Hollywood streets, but she knew those who could. She didn't wear her glasses on this night, why hide the wonderful eye make-up she'd put on? The corset glove on her wrist was laced with a purple that matched her fishnet leggings. And just faintly under those fishnets were visible the many scars she'd inflicted upon herself.

Store after store she passed, nothing looked interesting. Nobody looked interesting enough. She was beginning to get hungry, her stomach made a movement, a tightening motion, telling her not to wait forever like she had in the past. Though, Tyler had scolded herself and said to wait awhile, and hence her stomach stopped aching.

Doorway after doorway she'd pass, glancing inside each store, scanning the people and workers. No one interesting had crossed her path yet. That is, until she dropped a look in on a small store called, "Darkness Falls". She knew this as one of her favorite stores, mostly goth and punk articles. But also a lot of practical dark clothing as well as suits and formal wear. And there at the counter, that's where he stood. The vampire. The one dressed so casually, so, normal, normal for a vampire anyway, she couldn't help but grin.

She stood there a moment, waiting for his soft focus to fall in on her, and then she'd disappear, slipping out of his view, leaving him to wonder who she was, and mull over whether or not to try and find her in the crowded night life of Hollywood. And so she waited.

((Wow. O_O Sorry for the EXTREME length. I had muse, what can I say. XD Again, sorry. v.v *sweatdrop*))

[poisonousxxrose]

Poison looked out the window, so the girl vampire, smirked and headed to the back of the store. He didn't give her a second glance as he walked to the back. He found more things to buy wondering how she would react. He was still grinning the whole time. He quickly put on more of what he bought, adding a chain and a few bracelets to his outfit. He was debating turning to see if the vampire was still there and what he would do if she wasn't.