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Post by circecynical on Jul 24, 2008 22:53:22 GMT -5
Wynter walked quietly down a deserted city street. Small businesses and Starbucks were dotted all around.
Wynter liked the city. She was never a country girl, though she had lived in a rural area almost all of her childhood. Here in London, it was perfect for her. Big, exciting..... big. And loud. Usually.
Wind tossed up Wynter's blue-black hair, pushing it out of her face. She wasn't sure where she was going, or when she was going to go back home, but she was damned sure she wasn't going to spend another night locked up in her condo. She needed to feed.
But on what?
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 25, 2008 14:43:35 GMT -5
Razor was visiting London for the first time. She had her car Transferred here. She though it was nice. She was thinking about moving here, since street racing is semi legal, and the pay was better.
She walked down the ally way trying to find her hotel, leaving the lambo parked in a drugstore lot. London was huge, and she was going to get lost, but she also relies on her awesome sence of direction.
She ventured even further down the allyway, and soon found a very pretty woman walking her direction. She nodded her head in acknoledgmeant, and was going to stop and ask her for directions,.
"Hey, there, do you know how to get to Appleworth Street?" she asked her with her semi southern/brooklyn accent. Razor shoved her hands in her pockets and shifted her weight to one leg, leaning to the side. She didn't smile, she just looked at the woman. Razor's party marks were showing on her eyes. She was tired and still hung over from the mass celebrations back in U.S.A.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 25, 2008 14:50:39 GMT -5
Wynter looked over this woman who had approached her curiously. Blonde, tall, very pretty. If she wasn't so against drinking from humans, she would have been tempted to drain the poor girl.
"Umm, yes, actually. But it's quite a ways away from here. Are you a local?" Wynter didn't socialize. Not very often. She knew herself too well. If she got too attached to a human, bad things could happen, and she didn't want to risk it. Not since last time.
Wynter noticed the bags under the girl's eyes, and the green in her cheeks. 'Must be intoxicated,' she thought. The perfect person to take advantage of...
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 25, 2008 14:57:10 GMT -5
Razor shook her head as she notcied that the woman was studying her face. "Hell no I don't live here. I would give anything to live here though." she sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair. Razor always had an arrogant tone. She wasn't ever really nice, and never really smiled. She was never happy. All the money in the world and the nicest cars in the world wouldnt even make her happy.
The woman she was studying was very pretty. She had always liked dark hair on few women. It framed the womans face nicley.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 25, 2008 15:04:19 GMT -5
"Well... I could give you a room in my condo... If you want," Wynter replied seductively. She was hoping she could make a friend that didn't have to be human. Maybe turn this girl, she she could take care of herself as well. That one be one less thing Wynter would have to worry about if she made a friend. It was lonely being a hermit.
Wynter wondered where this girl was from. She liked the spice her words gave out. It was bold and exciting. A perfect specimine.
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 25, 2008 15:07:46 GMT -5
Razor shrugged. "I guess that would be cool. But beware.. I have alot of cars..." she smirked. "But yeah, that would be great." she said and shoved her hands in her pockets again. "My name is Kimberly Razor Sharp. Just don't ever ever ever call me Kimberly, kim, kimmy, or anything relating to my first name. That would be a big mistake..." she chuckled darkly.
"If you want we could go over to your condo right now. My car's parked not to far from here." she said, and pointed behind herself, gesturing to her lambo.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 25, 2008 15:23:41 GMT -5
"Umm, sure. You must be very well off to afford that kind of car. What do you do?" Wynter decided to make conversation. Getting to know your victim can sometimes be a good idea.
Wynter looked at the lambo. It was black and beautiful. 'I should get a car like that,' she thought 'A nice black one, but I'd like something fast, beautiful, and easy to be hidden amongst others.' And she had no idea what kind of car that would be.
"I'll give you directions."
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 25, 2008 15:29:32 GMT -5
Razor nodded. "Sure, sure, let's just go." Razor said, and lead her to the car. She opened her door and slid in, and she started the ingine. She started down the freeway.
She zoomed passed others in her lovley car. Razor thought it was to quite so she turned on her radio that had her Ipod synced onto it, and started to play avenged sevenfold.
"So, you never told me your name," she said over the music, glancing at the woman in the passenger seat.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 25, 2008 15:32:26 GMT -5
"Wynter. Wynter Revolte. And yourself?"
Wynter liked A7X. She wondered if she had some Metro Station or Desden Dolls too.
The girl had good taste in music. That was indeed a good thing. She smiled.
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 25, 2008 15:40:19 GMT -5
Anna laughed. "I told you my name, chick." she shook her head. memory problems or something, or she was distarcted. She then gestured to her Ipod. "You can choose a song if you want, I don't really mind. Got everything on there, just please don't pick my demos." she said.
Razor then tossed the Ipod into Wynter's lap. "There you go."
She then remembered the question she never answered. "I Race underground for pinks and big money. And don't tell anyone, but I also steal cars," she laughed, mocking herself, and then pushing her finger to her lips as if to shush a child.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 25, 2008 15:53:59 GMT -5
"Oh yeah. Forgot. I'm spacey. Sorry."
'Stealing cars? Street racing? Razor must be some sort of badass,' Wynter was thinking. 'I like danger.'
"Hey, maybe you should steal me a car?" Wynter was smiling, part serious, part joking. But she DID want a car...
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 25, 2008 16:03:17 GMT -5
Razor laughed at her. "Steal you one? Hell, I'll give you one. I got a couple of Porches back home I won. I have like... 14 cars.. I think... Hell I have no friggen clue I just know I have alot of them. Only about 4 out of them are stolen." she said, and turned up her radio when the next song was playing.
She glanced at the woman. "My dad started stealing, but then he killed a couple dudes for a car. He's in prison for life now." she said non chalantly.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 25, 2008 20:21:11 GMT -5
"Jesus. A Porche sounds nice. Got a black one?"
Wynter searched through the list of songs on Razor's iPod. She found a song called "Creepshow" by Kerli, and selected it. As soon as the words came on, she sang along.
"You like Kerli? Isn't she awesome?"
Wynter was jealous of her iPod. She'd always wanted one, but never really got to go buy one. No store was still open after she worke up, which is around midnight. 'Being a vampire really blows sometimes,' she thought.
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Post by razorsharp on Jul 26, 2008 0:15:08 GMT -5
Razor tapped her finger on the steering whell as the song came on and she saw Wynter singing to it.
"No black porche's, but I have a hot pink, blue, and red one." she said, and drove over the overpass.
"Yeah. Kerli is cool." she said. Accually she never really listened to them. Her friend gave her that Ipod and only had Kerli on it.
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Post by circecynical on Jul 26, 2008 2:07:20 GMT -5
"Oh, I guess blue would be my choice. Is it like, dark blue?" Wynter was slightly disappointed. But, whatever. She had a new friend. Well, Razor didn't know it, but soon she would be a vampire, after a very painful three days.
"It's down this street here, the apartments on the left." Wynter said, pointing to a street sign that said "Yourk St."
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