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Post by within7temptation on Jul 10, 2009 14:34:09 GMT -5
The line was one she'd been hearing time and time again for ages. Every man, wrether hey be immortal or human, seemed to favor it. Use it every time. She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and leave. At lease he had remembered to not call her 'miss' or 'ma'am' or, the worst, the dreaded 'miss Dusk' or 'madam Dusk.' She hated the last one with a firey and hellish passion of rage. He seemed confused, now that she looked him over. Had she done something out of the ordinary? Was she over dressed or under dressed? She took a quick glance around and realized that she was, indeed, very over dressed. Most of the women in here had on skirts of flirty pastel colors, many of them being shorter than the one she had realized that she should have worn. Their tops were much more skimpy and threatened to push their brests out over the top hemming. Tank tops and tube tops dominated, though there were some more conservative t-shirts and mid-drifts in the crowd. Those girls wore shorts or tight pants. Duskarie let the radiant lock of hair she'd been toying with fall and hang limp.
"I am on vacation." She was looking back at Jordan once again, having noticed how people were begining to pay more attention to her. They did that some times, if she focused on them long enough. As a child, she could get the attention of one or two people at a time if she just focused on them. Now it was entire crowds, and all she had to do was be there. The people parting when she walked through, the staring. She was used to it. Things like that always seemed to progress and become more prominate as she grew older...
She finally noticed the deep coloration of his eyes... Eyes like those that Marques had had. Again, her lips paled and her eyes turned a deep teal in coloration. But it did not last long, for they were soon silvery blue again and her lips regained their color. This man was not built like her husband had been, and his hair was not the same. But his eyes... And his polite nature. Yes, he was the type of man she went for. He appeared to be a good man. Good company, as most of her friends were.
"I tend to take a trip to America every five years, spend three or four weeks, then return to either London, England, or my home in the Carpatian Mountains of Romania. Yourself?"
Indeed, he did not seem to be the type to go to just any club. She pondered this as a waitress came by and exchanged her emptied wine glass for one that was filled with the scarlet spirit. |
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Post by jordanfelix on Jul 10, 2009 15:13:47 GMT -5
"I tend to take a trip to America every five years, spend three or four weeks, then return to either London, England, or my home in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania. Yourself?"
Interesting, everyone I meet seems to be from England or somewhere, far, far away. He let that thought bounce back and forth in his mind a couple of times, it didn't seem like many people in America were actually from America. He wasn't, and now he knew that this woman wasn't either, it was funny how the main population weren't from this country or had family in other countries far from here, weird. Though, he found most people interesting, their histories were either very bright or very, very dark. He opened the beer in front of him and took a sip, think about the question she'd asked. He didn't have to hide the fact he was a vampire from her, that was a plus, though he didn't like talking about his home country much or the ties he had there. Mostly, it upset the people he spoke to, so he'd keep that little bit to himself.
"I live in America, just visiting Hollywood, doesn't seem so different than New York. Kind of depressing that I paid to see the same ole' stuff, hm.. shame I suppose. Romania, must be a nice place mate," he thought about what Romania might look like. He came up blank, he couldn't picture anything but mountains for that was what she gave him, the thought of mountains. It must've been quiet, seeing as not many people liked to take refuge in mountainous regions, and if they did they weren't the kind of people Jordan associated with. That was because most of them were werewolves, he didn't discriminate though, just took protective precautions against them such as staying away from them at most times. Though, he did befriend one wolf, Callum, he just hoped that he didn't eat that poor human woman.
He looked around the club gently, he gaze the waitress a quick glance then returned his eyes to the club. Many people, more than in New York at least, maybe they liked it here because their idols spent so much time in this city. The population change was much for Jordan to handle, but he felt that it was needed for the economy to be so booming. He watched as the employees dragged out drunks and loud-mouths, this brought a slight smile to his face. His fangs were visible, but barely, he liked to keep them filed down a little bit, so he wouldn't attract so much attention. Then he returned his gaze back to the woman he sat with, Dusk. |
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Post by trojandownloader on Jul 10, 2009 15:50:58 GMT -5
The way the Werewolf was evaluating him as he stood, Made him feel even more uneasy. He could tell she was dismissing the idea of him not starting a riot, But he was determined to show otherwise. He held a record for the shortest conversation with a werewolf. He recalled it to be 2 sentences. Maybe his record could be a little longer by tonight.
He moved his bottom lip from side to side, deciding slowly on how he was going to put the simple fact of 'I'm fucking scared of dogs and wolves!' in a more positive and less degrading way for himself. He took his time, Not one for rushing as he, had plenty of time in the world. He looked at her face, you could tell the slow and unnoticeable, to most, signs of ageing taking place. She was young, and alive, you passed by her and could feel her energy naturally. One of the things he missed, as he forced himself to look and give off the impression that he was normal, He tried so hard. But nothing could change the way he was, the way he looked. Then why where they all living a Lie?
His attention slipped back to the woman, remembering she was still waiting on an answer.
Oh great, I'm turning out to be the stupid fucking vampire now as well to her.
He took a seat near her, not too close, but not far away. still very wary, and very tense of what she could do to him. He presumed he was physically stronger than her, with more advantages, but his mental state wasn't currently up to scratch with her confidence. He was strong though, he was managing to get through this without passing out, as the smell, was so strong now that he was close. He knew he was brave. Mostly only him would think that, that he also knew.
"I, well...Phobia of dogs...and Wolves...scared of dogs whenever I was human. Not just a species thing." He said feeling a less of a man than he was a few minutes again. Was he a prissy? He hoped not. In this moment, the answer was yes, but in general, He prayed, to whatever was up there or not, that he wasn't. He often wondered if he should show that he was a real man. But he could always just tell people that he used to be in the army. Which was true, and would probably cause people to fall of their seats at the sound of that sentence.
Yeah! Take that motherfuckers! I shot a fucking gun!
He realised he was drifting off into his own thoughts again, and focused back on his surroundings and the dangerous woman quite a good bit near him. Maybe she is finding out all my weaknesses.... Naturally, the paranoia setting in.
He sat upright more, and tried to make himself look more serious but brushing his hair with his hand....and then ending up looking like a spice boy again.
Word count-527
Music-- Horror show- The Birthday Massacre
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Post by within7temptation on Jul 10, 2009 16:58:33 GMT -5
A soft smile spread across her lips when he mentioned New York. The sights and the sounds came rushing in with her memories, as did the smells. How long had it been scince she had visited there? Fifty years? Or maybe it had been close to sixty... Ah well. Time was no longer relevent to her. And as for Romania, well, she had mixed feeling about her home there.
"I have not been there in several years. But yes, it is very nice in the mountains. Quiet. Peaceful. A good place to sit and think. A good place to recover." She could still feel the cool mist on her pale skin in the early morning, before the sun would rise. The smell of the forest in late spring and the sound of the wolves singing within a mile of her home. Dusk fought to control herself, struggled to keep from crying. "I think... I think that I shall return to Romania after this visit."
She stared off into the distance, running her slim index finger around the rim of her glass. Fake crystal, thus it gave off no music. This small fact disturbed her, for she ws used to such grand luxuries. Her favorite glasses were of the finest crystal, inlaid with silver and amythests at the top. A matching pair, given to her by Marques for her twentyith birthday and her third year as a Vampire. She glared at her cup and took it firmly in hand. Somewhere in the background, a fight was beginning to break out. She took a large drink of her wine, finnishing it off as the fight grew from simply two men shouting, into four or five of them throwing punches. "Why must this always happen?" she muttered darkly as she watched them coldly. Her eyes had turned a dark, cold gray. "I'm sorry about this, Jordan." She glanced at him side-long. "It seems that I have drank too much wine." |
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Jul 11, 2009 12:38:40 GMT -5
The nervous mannerisms that elicited almost made her smug, but that would have been foolish – despite what his mental capacities were his physical capacity more than facilitated his ability to rip her limb from limb. The wait for a response was not exactly short, and Sombra wondered if what she had said was a difficult question. One would hope not. A brow ascended as he seated himself, noting the silent tick of his nostrils she nearly rolled her eyes…oh wait…no she did. Honestly, vampires were the only brats that whined so much about a scent. Get used to it. It doesn’t go away. Frankly she thought she smelled fine, like black raspberry vanilla from Bath & Body works, and the warm vanilla shampoo she used should see to that.
In fact, she did smell good…the werewolf scent just wasn’t something that got drowned out or gave in easily. Finally he appeared to be gulping down enough bile to respond and she waited with baited breath – or not. A phobia…of canines.. A laugh escaped and she leant her skull back, the sound of her effeminate amusement ringing softly as she attempted to compose herself, eyes watering with exactly how funny it was. Fear of what? Fleas?! The abrupt rigidness of his spine nearly made her lunge out of her seat – abruptly making her smirk return. He was a lucky immortal, she supposed. If he had not first amused her he would be on the floor right about now. Verbally she hadn’t responded yet but really she found it almost frivolous. Still…
”I have nightmares of skinny kids, it’s okay.” She didn’t elaborate on the fact that it was just one skinny kid and by skinny she had meant emaciated. Emily haunted her dreams, sobbing and moaning in hunger and pain, her clothes draped over her boney frame. She was done with revisiting her childhood. It was crap. That was the end of it. Crossing her slender, shapely legs lazily, her gaze pivoted towards the other two immortals, oculi narrowing with distrust just as she had for the one beside her. The difference was they were less wary of her, while this one was having trouble keeping his cookies down.
”So are you all a part of some secret blood sucking club or do you just run into eachother and immediately start touching eachother?” Naturally she was referring to the brazen female. The sort made the fur aloft her spine rise on end. Frankly she didn’t like to be touched, but that was neither here nor there. Oculi flitted back to the one beside her and a brow ascended slowly – truly apathetic as to whether or not she sounded like she was generalizing. If he took that personally…she didn’t care. Pity..or not. There was no caring here. There was no sensation. But there was laughter. Silly vampires. You smell funny too. We're just strong enough to suck it up and deal. Poor babies. You're frail. It's okay.You're dead anyway. |
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Post by jordanfelix on Jul 13, 2009 9:38:26 GMT -5
Jordan kept his gaze locked across the club, fixating on everyone's movements, he hadn't kept track of time really, and he began to wonder when the sun would attempt its rise. Jordan kept his breathing steady and looked to wards the growing commotion, it seemed intriguing to say the least, almost like he wanted to jump right in there. Though, he kept to himself and watched as the crowd of drunken folk turned into about four or five drunken folk. He grit his teeth together lightly, his jaw line became more noticeable when he did so. He hadn't 'fed' himself in awhile and all this fighting, hell, the hunter wanted to come out and play. He thought about the countless days he went where he didn't actually hunt, and it was starting to take the best of him. He wanted the hunt, badly. He gripped the side of his seat where no one was placed beside him, gripping it so he wouldn't have the sensation to just jump up and grab someone.
He then fixed his eyes on Dusk, who'd been telling him of Romania, he was curious to say the least. He imagined some place great, with large mountains and green grass. Perhaps somewhere better than America, for all he saw here was broken booze bottles and run down townhouses. His grin had slipped out once more, thinking about how much better it'd be anywhere than in America. Though, his job was here as was his home, and that'd be hard to leave behind, again. Australia. The word crawled through his mind, that was his homeland, the place where he actually belonged. He loved the clear waters and the wild brush of the forest, a long with the magnificent animals which lived there.
"I'm sorry about this, Jordan." She glanced at him side-long. "It seems that I have drank too much wine."
Jordan cocked on of his eyebrows upward in a thinking stare, was she about to be sick? He inched himself a centimeter away for a moment, seeing if she was about to hurl at him. He'd seen it in comedies a million times but never thought it'd happen to him. He began to ponder lightly, still caught in a in-deapth gaze. "Are you going to be alright? Should I call a cab, anything?," needless to say, even vampires sometimes got sick. Alcohol was a powerful liquid, strong enough to still set a vampire out. He finished off his second beer and let the bottle sit there, he began to wonder why she had apologized to him. |
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Post by trojandownloader on Jul 13, 2009 11:20:36 GMT -5
With a Tilt of his head and a questionable eyebrow lift, Alexander hid his slight embarrassment by lowering his bottom jaw, so it left his mouth slightly apart, to make him looked more shocked at her laugh.
Jesus Fuck. Everyone seems to think its a joke. At least im funny. He looked at his hands for a few seconds, as the crumpled around each other, still, nervously. He was an idiot. But maybe that's why he got on with alot of people. Human nature tended to pity the idiots.
"....Im Skinny."Alexander said, despite knowing that it was obvious, as he jabbed a finger into his ribs. What was she on about? Skinny kids? what was so scary about skinny kids. they had neither sharp teeth or a bad temper. But by Nightmares, this raised a bunch of other questions that he was too scared to ask. People useally have nightmares about things that have happened in the past, and that is what useally causes fears. So By skinny, could she mean, Bone skinny? His face became serious at that thought.
"Im Sorry."He replied quietly, knowing that there was probably some dark past to that statement. Because all of them didn't have a happy clappy history. He could empathize that with her.
”So are you all a part of some secret blood sucking club or do you just run into eachother and immediately start touching eachother?”
At the sound of this he lifted up his head, with a beaming grin his normal-self reappearing for the minute. He had to laugh at this himself, but only allowing his dorky laugh to be quiet. He didn't still feel completely comfortable with her, as the danger had passed, but it was still there. His fear lurked in the back of his mind. And, Well at least she had humour, to help distract him.
"Hmm. I'm not speaking for the whole race, but ha, the sterotypes are kinda true. Personally, I go for the alive chicks."
"Vampire women are too.....horny or something." He said looking over at the other two amused. Fair play to them though.
word count- 372
Music- Today- the smashing pumpkins
Comments- Sorry so short >.<
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Post by within7temptation on Jul 13, 2009 13:25:37 GMT -5
The woman shook her head slowly, looking sort of ashamed of herself. "Please do not worry. I will be fine." She lowered her crystaline gaze and pointed quite descreatly to the men who were now being drug away from each other and pushed out of the back door. She was about to explain something that very few would ever know about her. "I am a bit odd when I've had too much wine. A light weight, sadly... I get annoyed, and then let my emotions go to mortals instead of keeping them to myself." Alright, fine. Half-way explain.
She looked back up at him and grinned slightly. "But, yes. A cab would be nice... If you plan to come with me." Had he moved away? Yes, but just slightly. 'He thinks that I have a weak stomache.' she thought, rather amused at the realization. "Do not worry. I've not gotten that sick in over four hundred years." Her laughter was soft, though a bit humorless. Why had she thrown up last time?.. Ah, yes... One of the males of her coven had pissed her off so bad that she had cried. Then, when she couldn't cry anymore and her throat had begun to hurt her too much to continue her foul and very un-lady like cussing and screaming, she'd gotten sick and thrown up. 'Silly things that happen when a woman gets mad.'
Dusk looked Jordan over, her grin turning to a slight frown. He looked just about as out of place as she did in these modern times. She had not really noticed it before... Or, at least if she had, she had not realized it. "Jordan, please tell me, how old are you? Your actual age, not the one you appear to be." |
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Post by *sombra delgadillo on Jul 13, 2009 13:29:17 GMT -5
This discomfort did not aid her otherwise dispassionate mood. To be fair though, a good mood was an elusive creature when dealing with Sombra. The blunt response was a disappointing rebuttal and her brows knit together, Are you daft? Staring at him silently, she apportioned a little bit of quiet time for him to figure out that it had nothing to do with him. He should have made that assumption to begin with. Clearly he did not frighten her too much, not nearly as much as she frightened him. This still made her sneer and the expression became seemingly molded to her attractive vaguely predatory countenance.
The apologetic words that finally debuted provoked the narrowing of her stare. ”Your regret is of no use to me.” She replied in a calm, dismissive and apathetic tone – swatting his empathy from the premises like a fly from a wall – useless. It was a frigid opposite to the laughter that had previously held her gaze, though the expression was still evident in her stare – still filled with silent laughter at the spectacle that held her attention for the moment.
His wobbly laugh did not seem to distract her from her targets, placid mahogany stare honed upon the duo within the crowd as the male backed away from the pale female. They were all pale though – clearly he knew something she didn’t though she could guess; sick. It was untrue that vampires had the capacity to get drunk though. A hollow threat seemed distasteful, and a disappointed glint was adopted by her watchful stare. As the creature beside her finally chimed in she could only smirk and eye him.
The alive chicks? Well didn’t that sound literate. And then that word, crude, flew past his lips. A slow, controlled turned faced her figure towards him as her skull tipped and she simply gazed at him – a disconcerting tender smile subtle upon her pursed lips. ”Let’s use less vulgar words in the future. Promiscuous, perhaps. They’re predatory was what I was going to say.” It was not her business to sooth him into thinking she wasn’t dangerous. To some she was, if he could hold his own in a brawl he was safe though – despise his own phobias.
She would not bother herself with his instability but act as she always did. There was no amount anyone could pay the lupine to pretend to be what she wasn’t. Very rarely was she gentle, and there was no chance that he would illicit such tenderness. He was neither a child nor a man of her own kind that she cared for. In fact there were few who could provoke that from her. Mike Mercer, and presently Olivier – though the tyke did mostly because of his childish stupidity – it was charming and amusing. Alex was a young adult vampire and unfortunately would not be included in either of the afore mentioned categories.
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Post by jordanfelix on Jul 13, 2009 15:41:45 GMT -5
The thought of her spewing on him had come to a halt, it appeared to be that she was fine and just a bit irritated from the commotion that'd been happening around them. He listened to her problem about wine, it was an interesting one to say the least. A light weight? He chuckled at that slightly, he hadn't ever heard a vampire admit to something that could be considered a weakness before. Hm. His mouth broke a part to reveal a smile, not a full one but enough to see his fangs and teeth, pearly whites. He'd offered a cab because he had thought she was sick, but apparently she wanted to go somewhere other than a club, he didn't mind clubs were full of drunks anyways. Two beers was all he had, hardly enough booze to get a new born rabbit drunk, but he didn't mind. He didn't drink to get drunk, he drank for the sake of drinking.
The question pawed at his mind deliberately, she was over four hundred years old? That was well before his time, much before his time. He was still considered young in mortal years, which made his age seem babyish to the woman's. He'd hesitate before speaking, but he chose to be truthful and not look like a kid when he told her. "I'm twenty-two, pretty young," Jordan shrugged lightly, he kind of liked being young, no one cracked jokes at him and best of all, he could relate with everyone when they told him stories. Though, he did feel slightly out of place when he spoke with human's, no one understood why he couldn't catch the morning shows or news or anything of the such. He had to update himself when he got up at night to go to work, the hell of being a vampire.
"Well then Dusk, I'll be back in a moment, I'm going to call the cab I suppose," Jordan stood up and fined down his clothes so they didn't look like they'd just been hit by the wind. No wrinkles in his clothing, which was fine with him, just fine. He moved for the doors, opening them he took in the large whip of air. He grabbed his cell phone and began dialing numbers. |
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Post by within7temptation on Jul 13, 2009 18:42:30 GMT -5
What had the smile been for? Had she amused him? She remained where she was for a moment, her eyes on the table as she collected herself. 'He's so young... Hardly old enough to be considered an Option.' Slowly, she stood and followed him out of the club. There was no one waiting in a line outside the door, so she asumed it must have been very late. Or very, very early. No matter, so long as the sun did not decide to rise until she got to the room she had rented for her private use while she visited America.
Wait... Did Jordan have a place to stay? He had said that he, too, was only visiting. She would feel terrible if he called her a cab, yet had no where for himself to go. Dusk waited silently behind him, just to his left a little bit, until he had hung up the phone. She herself had no cellular device; If the Covenant needed her, they would contact someone to find her. "Jordan, have you already found a hotel room? If not, I have money for you to stay in a nice hotel." She was already pulling a thin, red wallet out of the top of her right boot There were several one- and five-hundred dollar bills placed neatly inside the velvet folds. "It is the least I could do, what with me acting like a fool and then you calling me a cab."
Always quite the Lady, she would not ask him to come with her. She did ot want to seem as though she were desperate for any sort of companionship. And even if he had a room for his stay, she would still insist on giving him a couple hundred dollars.
Duskarie looked up from her wallet, three of the large bills in her hand, and waited for his answer. Her eyes had darkened a half of a shade and looked just a small bit bluer than they usually did. |
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Post by jordanfelix on Jul 14, 2009 9:22:30 GMT -5
"Jordan, have you already found a hotel room? If not, I have money for you to stay in a nice hotel."
"Yes I have, a mate of a mine owed me a couple favors, so I got a suite for a couple of days," the man did owe him favors so he supposed it was a good deal to make, on Jordan's part anyway. He'd fixed the man's car engine when he was in New York, put in a free break line too. Yep, needless to say that was a couple hundred dollars he'd never see again. Though, money wasn't really a problem for him, he was a good mechanic and people with expensive things liked to pay expensive prices for the best work. Well, he did it for them and got his pay, he loved how brainless some people were. He kept his gaze into the city for a moment, before that he had been looking to see if the cab was anywhere in sight but apparently had not been.
"It is the least I could do, what with me acting like a fool and then you calling me a cab."
"No, I couldn't accept your money, really. I didn't do much, or anything for that matter. No, keep your money mate," Jordan chuckled through a half broken smile. He slid his hands into his pockets and kept his eyes on patrol, the cab station, where he imagined it would be, would be across town. Probably, again he was new to the city and knew where nothing was, nothing. Jordan kept himself quiet for a bit, he hadn't even been up to the room he checked in for yet, he imagined it'd be nice, it was Hollywood after all. He'd have to do a little fixing up in there though, he'd imagine the sun would come through quite brightly, and for him that was a death wish. He was starting to become a little more then agitated that he couldn't see the sun. Being a vampire had stolen a lot of things but also gave him things in return. It took away more than it gave, being a vampire stole his hobby of surfing. He was a good surfer, in his books anyway, didn't really matter what others would say about 'stance' or buoy lines. He guessed people in New York just couldn't be bothered to go out of a 'safe zone' where the waves were bigger. |
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Post by within7temptation on Jul 14, 2009 13:46:52 GMT -5
Her head tilted to the side, quite involutarily, as she watched him. Had he just..? Was he?.. This man had just turned down three hundred dollars and a free room for a good two weeks! "Insaine." she muttered and stepped up beside him. She had placed one of the bills back in her wallet, and the wallet back in her boot. The other two went into the other boot, just in case.
Finnaly, a cab arrived. Assuming that, what with America being so strange and the times changing so fast, you opened your own door when riding in a taxi, she did so and slid in gently. On the passenger side in the back seat, in the lovely darkness, she sighed. "Are you going to ride with me, or stay here, Jordan?" The woman leaned over and looked up with a questioning look in her eyes and a sly smirk on her lips.
Her long hair slid over her shoulder, but she could still feel the driver's eyes on her through the rear-view mirror. Her eyes flashed silver, then darkened to teal. The immortal hated it when mortal men watched her. Her slended left hand, which was placed on the back of the driver's seat and bracing her up for her balance, clenched. She was searching for on -just one!- good reason to not rip out the weed-smoking punk kid's throat and drain him dry. 'He'd better quit staring...' Sadly, she couldn't make him do that. People were drawn to her, no matter what mood she was in, so they always stared. |
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Post by trojandownloader on Jul 14, 2009 17:05:34 GMT -5
OOC-Got skipped is unhappehh, will wait for jordan to post-
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