Post by beautytrapped on Aug 12, 2008 19:53:28 GMT -5
Ariel Hawthorne had loved New York City at night, even before she became a vampire. Something about the way the stars were almost hidden by the bright lights of the sky scrapers was simply beautiful to her. Many things about the night were more attractive to her now, though. So much had changed for her in the last three years.
She drew her arms close to her body as she walked down the street. She was dressed rather provocatively in a too-short denim skirt, low cut black tank top and knee-high black boots. Though she never felt completely comfortable in this type of ensemble, she found this dress to be the most conducive to her lifestyle as of late. Dressing in this manner, paired with her perfect skin, blue eyes and wavy brown hair made her attractive to those that one would least like to attract, especially on the streets of New York City in the middle of the night: the perverts, creeps and rapists. Ariel had only been feasting on human blood for the last six or so months; before this, her diet consisted entirely of animals. She found, however, in the last year or so, that her appetite had been increasing and it was harder and harder to satiate with the deer and foxes that she would drive upstate to hunt. Lately she had discovered that the blood of humans, especially that of low-life scumbags and criminals made her feel the most powerful and alive.
So she had taken to walking the streets at night, with what might as well be a large target on her chest, hoping to find her prey. Why hunt when they could just come to her? she thought with a half-smile to herself. Though she suffered a loss of dignity for dressing this way, she was willing to put up with it, especially when she was thirsty. It had been almost two weeks since her last human-blood meal; he had been a date rapist that she caught slipping drugs into girls' drinks at a nightclub.
She tried to pull her arms away from her body as she walked, but it was difficult, and she wanted to keep them around herself to cover her exposed skin. If she could blush, she'd be doing it now. She felt exposed and embarrassed. She tried not to care how she looked, because she had a purpose, and she was definitely not the only girl in this city who dressed this way. Oftentimes Ariel found herself still thinking and feeling like a human, as she has not been a vampire for long and has never known another of her kind except for the man who sired her - well, she didn't really "know" him; she could probably pick him out of a line up, but that was about it. Most of Ariel's knowledge about her kind came from books, which was all well and good because it helped her get by (she knew what could hurt her, what could kill her, what she needed to eat and why), but books can only go so far in the practical learning department. She couldn't help but wonder how her life could improve if she knew some other vampires that might be willing to show her the ropes.
Finding the corner she approached to be as good a place as any, she stopped and leaned against the wall of a building, her back against the cool brick and her feet slighty out in front of her. She finally put her arms down for good, and waited for someone (hopefully prey, for who else would be out here at such an ungodly hour that meant her anything but harm?) to engage her.
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OOC: I'm new, and this is my first post. I've been reading the board for a few days, figuring out how to introduce myself into the RP'ing, so hopefully I did this right!
She drew her arms close to her body as she walked down the street. She was dressed rather provocatively in a too-short denim skirt, low cut black tank top and knee-high black boots. Though she never felt completely comfortable in this type of ensemble, she found this dress to be the most conducive to her lifestyle as of late. Dressing in this manner, paired with her perfect skin, blue eyes and wavy brown hair made her attractive to those that one would least like to attract, especially on the streets of New York City in the middle of the night: the perverts, creeps and rapists. Ariel had only been feasting on human blood for the last six or so months; before this, her diet consisted entirely of animals. She found, however, in the last year or so, that her appetite had been increasing and it was harder and harder to satiate with the deer and foxes that she would drive upstate to hunt. Lately she had discovered that the blood of humans, especially that of low-life scumbags and criminals made her feel the most powerful and alive.
So she had taken to walking the streets at night, with what might as well be a large target on her chest, hoping to find her prey. Why hunt when they could just come to her? she thought with a half-smile to herself. Though she suffered a loss of dignity for dressing this way, she was willing to put up with it, especially when she was thirsty. It had been almost two weeks since her last human-blood meal; he had been a date rapist that she caught slipping drugs into girls' drinks at a nightclub.
She tried to pull her arms away from her body as she walked, but it was difficult, and she wanted to keep them around herself to cover her exposed skin. If she could blush, she'd be doing it now. She felt exposed and embarrassed. She tried not to care how she looked, because she had a purpose, and she was definitely not the only girl in this city who dressed this way. Oftentimes Ariel found herself still thinking and feeling like a human, as she has not been a vampire for long and has never known another of her kind except for the man who sired her - well, she didn't really "know" him; she could probably pick him out of a line up, but that was about it. Most of Ariel's knowledge about her kind came from books, which was all well and good because it helped her get by (she knew what could hurt her, what could kill her, what she needed to eat and why), but books can only go so far in the practical learning department. She couldn't help but wonder how her life could improve if she knew some other vampires that might be willing to show her the ropes.
Finding the corner she approached to be as good a place as any, she stopped and leaned against the wall of a building, her back against the cool brick and her feet slighty out in front of her. She finally put her arms down for good, and waited for someone (hopefully prey, for who else would be out here at such an ungodly hour that meant her anything but harm?) to engage her.
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OOC: I'm new, and this is my first post. I've been reading the board for a few days, figuring out how to introduce myself into the RP'ing, so hopefully I did this right!