THERE'S A THUNDER IN OUR HEARTS, BABY------giselle

[Giselle Audley]

What was she supposed to say to that? Get over it? If Lars hadn't known her so well then yes, she would say that. She'd always been such a damned hypocrite. But the difference between then and now was she felt too bad to voice her opinion. This had never been a problem before, she was so used to speaking her mind. They were both hopeless, stupid lovers. But once Lars shed some light on the real story, she knew why they were so attracted to each other.

But so he killed his roommate, big deal. He was hungry, confused, he didn't know what he was doing. Murder never really got to her. Mortals were free for the taking as far as she saw it. It wasn't Lars's fault he was acting as a vampire should. It angered her that he still blamed himself. She stared at him, disappointment etched in her eyes. Her hands in her lap were balled into tight fists. Violence was how she always coped with things. If something happened that she didn't like or wasn't in control of, it was nothing killing a few dozen people couldn't solve. Lars had been there after Ruby and Quincey were gone, but he was too weak to keep at it.

She of all people knew that your lover running away wasn't something you could just get over. Lars was an exception. He could and should get over it. Giselle put her face in her hands and groaned softly. She didn't know how to approach this lightly. As much as she wanted to speak her mind, now wasn't the time. She looked up angrily and said evenly, "Don't make my mistakes. You know how that turned out. I'm not saying Ruby is psychotic. You know at least she doesn't want to kill you... again. She doesn't sound as complicated as you think she is." Giselle knew vampires like her. Confused messes the lot of them.

"She made a mistake, that was it. She's a vampire, of course she's going to bite people, even the one's who like to pretend human. Take me for example. We always return to the human diet sooner or later, even if it's not in a way we expect," Giselle tried. She smiled wryly, thinking back to her first human victim after months of blood from a bag. "You should have died, she felt too guilty to allow that to happen. Guilt is a strong human emotion. Ruby thought she could have a relationship with a mortal. She's too human for her own good, and obviously your's, too. When she failed, when she bit you, a thing vampires do instinctively, she ran. Caught in the middle of vampire and human, separating herself from the problem -- you -- was the only thing she could do," she hoped this was making sense to him.

"I'm sorry, Lars. But the problem was you, for just being human. When she bit you, that was the end of her pretending to be human. She still thought she could run away from what she really was. So she did, rather than facing you, proof that she is a vampire." Vampires were above humans on the food chain, it was as simple as that. Some vampires, like Ruby, couldn't accept that. They try to be human again, but there's simply no escaping being a vampire. Giselle studied Lars, she hoped she hadn't offended him.

"Baby look, it wasn't something you did, it's something she did and something you couldn't help being. Don't feel guilty, don't feel bad for her. Ruby learned the hard way that she couldn't be human with you, and you were just unlucky to be there when she figured it out," hopefully that sounded enough like "Get over it". Hopefully Lars recognized that's what she meant. If he didn't, then she was fresh out of ideas other than telling him straight up.

the count was 646 and she's wearing this and also, \~/.

[Ellie]

Lars looked at Giselle quizzically as she tried telling him about Ruby's faults and problems. But the fact was it was all wrong, no fact at all. But what did she know, and how could he blame her. Whether it was a pep-talk in some weird proposal, it wasn't serving any purpose leaving her lips.

And Lars made that apparent halfway through, once he diverted his gaze around to the food, taking a bite of whatever and sipping at his sake before bring his attention back to her with a small sigh. His face was void of emotion, only a little head shake displayed the hint of negativity.

"But you've got it wrong," he announced, "She was never off a human diet. I only know that because she never ate meat on our dates, probably because she found the animal blood repulsive. It's the only plausible reason she would claim herself a vegetarian," it made all the sense in the world to him, if you were actively feeding off animals then there would be no reason to oppose the taste of meat, now would there? Unless of course she was on blood bags, but for all the time Lars was with her during most days, he never saw her sneaking out for them, or stashes hidden anywhere among the small apartment.

"Plus," he said, putting his elbows on the table, lacing his finger's in front of his face, "She bit me intentionally. She meant to turn me, the guilt didn't sink in until after the fact. It was all planned out," another truth. Lars didn't figure someone on a non-human diet could very well easily sink their fangs in so smoothly without panicking just a little for the fact that they had 'lost control'. Nor would they so calmly pierce their own flesh and instruct him to do the same with no hesitation in her voice. It didn't happen like that. "She wanted me to be a vampire. She deliberately did it," he implied strongly, "It was only after it was obviously apparent I was in pain did she run," he said shaking his head more so, "That's the part that pisses me off. I could understand if she ran because she lost control, but she wanted this for me. She should have stayed around then. Gone into another room. Anything but just left me to my own after."

He sighed, swigging the last large gulp of his drink, promptly pouring himself another full glass of the stuff. He didn't know how to explain it to someone who'd never met Ruby. But anyone who had, and had now the knowledge she was a vampire could very well guess she wouldn't 'fake' what she was for no reason. No, Lars figured it had something to do with wanting to be with him. But he could never be sure.

"You loved Jack still while you were a vampire and he was human," Lars said flatly, staring at the table, "So you turned him. Ruby thought no different. She just wasn't human along with me for such a while like you were with Jack to get to know me. She didn't have any other choice but to wait and pretend... else.. I don't think.. based on how she was all together, that she would fake it just to make herself content."

Ruby was defiant, and after the four years of being able to puzzle it Lars guessed not all that new to the immortal life. Lars always remembered how she sometimes spoke with wisdom well over 20 years, the age she posed herself to be when they were together. He remembered her tastes, her style. He didn't think much of it then, though. A lot of girl's favored vintage looks, but really, Ruby knew it to a T, never had to research, nothing. Just as if she lived it. After he'd had so much time to think over her, the more he came to realize things that were obviously apparent, giving away or abnormal behavior only now that he was enlightened into this world of vampires. He wouldn't have thought anything more as a naive human, blinded by love.

671 words after and with a long listen to alkaline trio not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, LIZERD.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle's hand maneuvered around a labyrinth of dishes to her sake cup. She paused mid-reach when Lars started talking. Perking up, she replaced her hands in her lap, interested in what he had to say. Apparently she had everything backwards. Her take on things was purely a shot in the dark. She was miles off her mark. After Lars clarified, she understood. Ruby sounded like her type of vampire, but she didn't like a few things about Lars's story of her. If Giselle would get along with Ruby was still up in the air. She'd never truly know Ruby unless she met her. "Merde!" she cussed in French, "Was I wrong! But I can't believe she just left you like that!" she scoffed.

How disgusting and cowardly, to run and just leave an ignorant vampire to fend for himself. To do such a thing was incredibly irresponsible, and inconsiderate to the vampire fledgling. Giselle heard enough, a change of subject was in order. She folded her arms across her chest and sunk in her seat slightly. She mumbled something incoherently to the effect of, "insensitive jerk". "We don't have to talk about her anymore. You still feel uncomfortable bringing her up, yeah?" They were veering away from the purpose of this date anyway. They were here to talk about the small things.

Giselle scooped up noodles and coiled them around her fork. "Can't taste anything," she sighed. Human food was such a tease, it just made her crave blood. "Definitely hunting after this." In nearly every conversation, blood came up. Lars never complained about this, so she just assumed he didn't have a problem with it. He must have come accustomed with her savagery by now. Giselle pursed her lips and peeked up at Lars sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm enjoying myself here, really."

She inhaled spoonful after spoonful of whatever was closest, determined to taste something. Her obsession with blood made this impossible, however. Between bites, she brought up something else she wanted to discuss tonight. "I've been thinking," Giselle shoved tofu down her throat before continuing. She looked at the food as she spoke. "The mansion is so lifeless, it's become wearisome,” a big mansion such as her's could become quite the life sucker. All the space with no excitement becomes boring eventually. She could almost empathize with Lars and his preference for tiny flats buzzing with energy gathered in one place. The mansion seemed to dilute that energy.

"I thought it'd be fun if we could keep a pet, maybe add some life to the place," Giselle stopped poking around with her fork, raised her eyes and grinned impishly. "Namely a dog," she held his gaze with her own. Before he could speak, she voiced what was possibly his main concern. "I swear I’ll take care of it. You don’t have to worry about me eating it." Now that she was on the human diet again, she’d never go back to animals, even if she was desperate. Giselle gave Lars hopeful puppy dog eyes, anxious to hear his thoughts on the matter.

the count was 500 and she's wearing this and also, Better, I think xD Now you know what my un-edited posts are like..

[Ellie]

Lars just resorted to nodding his head at her words of changing the subject. His eyes traveled around her face as the tightness gently ebbed from his. Maybe it wasn't how he'd planned the night to pan out, with confessions of painful pasts, but what more could he expect? They'd continue until they'd all been revealed, there was no way to deny them or stop them from coming up. Explanations, stories, it all had to be said and done before you could understand someone in their entirety.

In years to come the things discussed would be in the far past, just another small incident. A peace came to his mind when he decided on that fact. First kiss? A huge thing when he was nine. Not so much anymore. Hopefully the same could be said one-hundred years from now in regards to Ruby and Quincey. The train of thought relaxed him like nothing else could, his shoulders involuntarily slumping as a content sigh released itself through his nose.

He nodded his head at the notion to go hunt after this. Leaning himself back in the chair, the mirror of Giselle. Looking down at the covered table, they'd only picked at half the substance, not touched the shit on the other extra tables. All cold now, Lars guessed. His eyes searched around for a waiter, his arm stretching out for his sake blindly. His first intention setting out on said date was to pick up the tab. But that was before Giselle ordered everything on the menu. She always pulled shit like that, making it difficult for him to pay for it. It wasn't like it was impossible. No, Haemish had left a hefty amount of cash and gold, collected from over 300 years in a vault located under lock and key in the basement of the little cottage. It took Lars's efforts of turning the small place inside out to find the ancient trinket that could unlock the damn thing. You could imagine his face when he finally found out what was behind it. It was only when he considered what the hell he was going to do with it did he get a little panicked. How could someone who wasn't going to die keep a bank account again? He was still naive then, of course. Mind control, duh. There was probably some fancy little vampire bank of sorts he had no clue about, though... or at least he'd entertained the idea after the first Harry Potter was on TV one day, some fancy motherfucking bank run by goblins, oh yes.

So it wasn't like he couldn't pay, because he was in no sorts a broke man. There was a little over a million in the vault in the basement, not much more. Lars figured, with the lifestyle he used to keep for himself, it'd last him fifty years at least. But it there was no chance in hell that was going to happen when you took Giselle Audley out on regular outings. No then it'd only last you a week, not including damages.

His wandering eyes perked back forward to hers, his eye brows rasied as he could tell she was getting on something. Since when did Giselle ever complain something was lifeless? His head was turned in the most quizzical manner, not altogether sure what to expect. His mind flashed back to the night Jack had come back. Little Joceline. Lars was worried before she even spoke another word. He wasn't sure he could deal with a child, not yet at least. It was something absurd for her to bring up...

Then she said dog. Then he was relieved. A small grin over took his face his head nodding in agreement. A waiter, he could tell was on their way over to the table. Lars's elbows rested again on the table, snorting a little before he rose the glass to his lips again, tapping his fangs on the inside through his grin before he sipped down the last of it.

"Oh, I'm not worried about that,"

[/b] he started to say, setting the glass down, "I'm just worried you'll fling it across the room when it soils something expensive,"[/b] he chuckled his planned words before sobering up and asking in a light manner, "What kind of dog?"
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712 words after and with a long listen to bouncing souls not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, yo' unedited posts suck bawllz, and the fact that I went to petland and played with puppies yesterday makes the idear of a dog sound super cool. MOHAHAHAHAA. plus they gave me the same breed rose owns xD we'd already picturresssss. i must re-twitter her.. because it doesnt go thru on twitpic @s IDK why.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle snorted when she noted Lars eying the dishes. Looking like you were done eating didn't induce a waiter to come bustling to the table. It should. But oftentimes it didn't. "Allow me," she cleared her throat, then belted at the top of her lungs, "WAAAAAITER!" Giselle nor Lars weren't new to her spectacles. Maybe Lars wouldn't expect her to call for a waiter in this fashion in such a fancy schmancy place, but she could hardly resist. Her outburst turned heads and she received many glares. Giselle grinned and waved back at the spectators. Their waiter came looking mightily miffed. "You may start clearing some of these plates, Monsieur. Merci, mon ami!" their server went for the trays first, loaded with untouched food. Leaving them, Giselle's tones returned to their previous hushed level.

Giselle chortled at Lars's comment about a dog. "We'll adopt a house broken dog. Unless we want a puppy... I don't know. But I want something big. I was thinking along the lines of a great dane, greyhound, german shepard, husky, dalmation, pit bull, rottweiler, doberman, boxer. I had my eye on a berger de beauce. I'm always a fan of the french dogs. In fact, I'd make an exception for a french bulldog or poodle," Giselle knew big dogs were risky in a nice house. However, with a good trainer and a little mind control, anything was possible. "I'm happy you like the idea! I thought you would. This is going to be so much fun. Our dog will be a pampered pooch," Giselle was already devising little plots. Her dog needed a diamond studded leash and collar, a four poster bed, and trips to the salon every weekend, and gourmet food. Giselle blinked the evil glint from her eyes and returned her attention to Lars.

"Yeah, it'll be great. I love spoiling. And well... it'll be like having a kid..." Giselle hated to admit it, but she took the whole thing with Joceline rather hard. She was rather fond of the child, and was happy she didn't eat her. Giselle would have liked to have been a mom. She liked kids... mostly eating them... but after Joceline, they grew on her. She was aware of other options: adoption, or keeping a vampire child. She didn't have a problem with adoption. But vampire child or not, the kid was bound to grow up weird with vampire parents. Giselle couldn't be selfish in this matter. "You'd make a good daddy, Lars," she commented. "Have you ever thought about what your life would be like with a mortal family of your own?"

She definitely had thought about it. When things were good with Jack, she liked to fantasize that they were mortal and had a family together. But that was just a fantasy. In reality, she'd never go back to being mortal if she was ever given the opportunity. A dog seemed like the appropriate measure. The creatures were man's best friend, and extremely easy to get attached to. The attachment was what she wanted. Not saying Lars wasn't good enough for her, but he was a big boy. She wanted to take care and provide for something. "So what are your thoughts? What kind of dog do you want. After all, this has to be something we both agree on."

the count was 553 and she's wearing this and also, merp.

[Ellie]

Lars just gave Giselle a look from under his eyelids as she hollered for the waiter, the corner's of his lips turned up as she started clearing the food. He lowered his eyes then muttering a quiet, "I'm not taking you out anymore," playfully as he riffled through his back pocket with a bit of struggle, fishing out his wallet. Fuck it, they way he thought, tonight was different, he'd take the the check for once, even if he had to fight Giselle nail and tooth for it.

He left the leather wallet on his lap as she spoke more over the dog, his eyes looking into hers, interested in all she had to say, even if it was just simple conversation about dogs. "Puppy's are cuter," he pouted, or attempted to through a smile, widening his eyes. He'd never had a dog before, he'd lived in apartment all his years more or less, even if he'd had wished for a dog, he could have never had a large one. But all in all, they were too much hassle for someone in the city who's mom worked most of the time. He could barely keep a fish back then.

He giggled at her going on about the whole thing, not picturing Giselle as a dog person at all. He shook his head a little, knowing full well she'd completely thought it all out, just the look in her eye said so, the way she spoke almost rehearsed. The fact that she rattled off breeds offhandedly a key into the fact she'd been crossing them off her list for some time until she'd narrowed it down. Needless to say though, Lars agreed with her taste in dogs more or less. "Poodles get big!" he chirped, "But... I don't want one," he retracted.

He rose his eyebrows, an amused scoff shaking his body once at her mention of kids. He wouldn't admit that he'd been thinking it earlier, however, he was sure that the look on his face and body language said it was ironic enough. He face contorted out of it's ironic look, then taking on something much more embarrassed and humble, his cheeks would have flushed if he had fed any time recently, thank fuck he hadn't. His eyes had dropped to the table again from before, his head simply nodding at her compliment, if he'd take it that way...

"Yeah,"

[/color] he responded finally, "I have.. more than you'd think," he nodded, "But it wouldn't have happened... or even if it did, I'd have been a shitty father," he then proceeded to go on, then shaking his head, "I've told you enough times that I wasn't like this as a human- I was seriously fucked up," he laughed bitterly, "I'd either be in jail or dead already or in the near future if I wasn't the way I am now." [/b] He contemplated retelling a exert from his seventeenth year, but didn't feel like he should steer the night back into a somber mood. It was a heavy story, seventeen was his worst year by far. Come to think of it, that tale was with just about everything he had no desire to reinstate over dinner, tucked away in his memory, having been torn over long enough in his mind to be laid to rest, buried alive unpleasantly. Lars had daddy, or parent issues in general, obviously explainable if one were to recount his past. No, he'd save it for a rainy day. Not to mention the choice was almost made up for him as a waiter came by, placing the checkbook on the cleared table.

Lars snatched it from where it was before Giselle could bother, pursing his lips in a playfully boastful manner as he slipped his own credit card in it, signing the check. He waved it around some it around before setting it back on the table closest to himself, his eyes just daring her to challenge him on this one. Sure she was an expensive taste kind of gal, the thing burning a whole in his front pocket was an obvious indication of that, but he'd live to regret it if he didn't take the check once in a blue moon, especially tonight.

Chewing on the cuticles of his finger idly he stared at her with half closed eyes, his chin pointed forward, "Bulldogs are cute," he said, not having any choice but to raise his voice at the word 'cute' making it cute himself, "The French ones, or whatever. The more squished the face the better."[/b]
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745 words after and with a long listen to thrice not to mention an outfit like this all I have to say is, nurrrr.

[Giselle Audley]

Suppose that during this precious moment, events took a turn for the worst. Giselle had no way of knowing that Lars had certain intentions for this date. She was oblivious, as per usual. But Lars knew far too well that Giselle wasn't like most women. She'd never been so well taken care of in her life. She wasn't used to the idea of someone else opening doors for her or paying food she couldn't even digest. Being independent took a little more effort when she was with Lars. She needed to consider that being in a relationship called for a little sacrifice. Lars sacrificed a lot while Giselle didn't really feel it until now.

Her relationship with Jack was way different. While Jack didn't allow acts of independency from her, he was a manipulator, and he manipulated Giselle to believe that they were equals. Jack and Giselle were very much like... Tarzan and Jane. A savage and a classy woman (even though "classy" was debatable where Giselle was concerned). At any rate, Giselle was Jack's woman. While Giselle [obliviously] found their relationship very cut and dried, Jack, her Tarzan, found it like a cave man would discover fire -- pretty to look at, easy yet dangerous to play with, fun to manipulate, simple to extinguish unless it got out of hand, and most importantly, easy to make more of. This is how Jack went about his relationships. And this is all besides the point anyway. The point is, her relationship with Jack was much different from the one with Lars. It wasn't bad per se, just different. She didn't feel independent anymore, and she was having trouble adjusting.

So suppose that when Lars snagged the checkbook, Giselle did what she does best -- cause a scene to feel in control of the situation once again. Would Lars just smile from the outburst, waving it off as usual Giselle antics? Or would she be majorly pissing him off for giving him a hard time? Giselle wanted the scene. She wanted to tell him he wouldn't get away with this and then proceed to announce to the restaurant that her boyfriend was impatient and someone needed to take the check from him now before he got unruly. Should she even mention that his money didn't come from where he thought it did? Should she really do this so she could inconsiderately and selfishly taste the irony?

Lars's look said no. If there was one thing heartless Giselle got out of her relationship with Lars, it was learning consideration for other's emotions. Giselle considered the look he was giving her. She'd be trampling his pride if she did something extreme, and men were so touchy when it came to money. Giselle shied away from the outburst. She sealed her lips and gave Lars a wounded look, then swiftly changed it to a small smile to let him know she appreciated his actions. She let him take a strike at her independence so he could feel pride. Sacrifice was a bitch.

Now suppose that during their chatter about children and Lars's fucked up mortal life, Giselle returned a bitchy comment. Combine this with that scene we were talking about earlier which dear Giselle painfully contained, and this date would be doomed. Condemned to go down in history as their worst date ever, and on such an important night that would change her life with Lars forever. So yes, it would be an absolutely lethal combination if she gave him snooty ass smartness and lip about how Lars shouldn't be so pessimistic, how his mortal life was over and it was foolish to think about where he might have ended up and that he needed to live in the now. Giselle was seriously on the verge of spitting this out -- the vampire had a problem with speaking her mind. She honestly couldn't tolerate doom and gloom, and after Jack, Lars's was no exception.

But then the idea of consideration crossed her mind again. Giselle considered Lars's tone as he spoke about something heartfelt and brought back painful memories. Giselle found difficulty tolerating it, but she had to so Lars would tolerate her. Sacrifice again. It was for the better. Giselle really should think before speaking more. It could prevent a disastrous night out.

Finally, suppose she continued her conversation about dogs after she caused a scene and gave Lars lip about his mortal life as if nothing happened. She was certainly brash enough to do it. Thinking her actions through before she acted and going through cause and effect was not normal behavior for Giselle. But if she didn't in these precious moments, would that have been the final straw? Would she have ruined Lars's night and ultimately his plan for it and maybe even their relationship as a whole? Probably.

Suppose there was only one logical thing to do to keep this night afloat. Instead of being a sensitive bitch, she needed to be an insensitive one. Even though Giselle was already insensitive, she reacted to things sensitively, just mostly selfishly. Nodding her head but looking down at her lap, Giselle said quietly, "So. What's your favorite movie?"

Throwing their conversation completely off topic was the safest route. Giselle didn't have to worry about her mouth as long as they didn't get into a chat about her least favorite move, Terminator: Salvation. Seriously, it did no justice for the other three films. And she didn't like the actor who played John Connor. For some reason he reminded her about Jack...

the count was 937 and she's wearing this and also, I hope this is good "/ I didn’t want the last two the have been written in vain, so I played around with both of them, as you probably could tell xP I think we learned a lot about our and each other’s characters from this experience xD Let’s write a fucking book. We’d be rich girls indeed..

[Ellie]

It was all rather planned out, this whole night. Lars's actions were deliberate, thought out - unlike his usual naturally smooth self. No, tonight was something foreign to him - he thought over every action, every special thing he could do for Giselle. That included opening doors and paying for dinner. He would never typically do such things, his whole self wasn't bent on such chivalry- not most of the time. Giselle never scoffed at him not stepping forward to open doors for her or anything of the sort. The mere small example spoke a lot about his whole view on those sorts of things. He had faith in her to hold her own- God knows she could. She didn't need the world handed to her- she could get it herself. Lars just saw himself as the one to aid when that feat was a struggle. Take her brawls for example. Lars tolerated it - especially when they went out together. It was her thing, she enjoyed doing it. You didn't see him jumping up in anxiousness when she happened to catch a moment in the short end. More likely than not he was observing, smoking a cigarette lazily from a few feet away. But when things took a turn for the worst - Lars was ready with his pistol to give a hand.

But tonight was different. Tonight the most forward and ever present thing in his mind was to make Giselle's night as easy as possible. Which, if one were to totally step back from the situation was absolutely asinine - Lars was the one with the heavy burden of popping the question, not as if he could tell her that - make her go easy on him for this night. But one would think, right? Seems that it didn't work that way, obviously. Tonight was just a challenge for Lars - one he promised himself he'd overcome.

Finaly, a waiter came and took the checkbook away, still as displeased as before. Lars's large eyes just watched the back of his head with an amused look on his face, "They shouldn't be so sour about it," he spoke, a little mirth in his eyes once he looked back at Giselle, "What they wasted in untouched food they got back tenfold in the bill,"

[/color] he shrugged.

Looking back at her now, however, she just nodded, ten inquired about his favorite movie. From rowdy for a waiter, to babbling about dogs, to quietly conversing over movies. Alright then. Lars just raised a brow, but didn't inquire to it - if it persisted, he figured he might as well, but for now, he'd just go along with the peace.

"Uhm," he stammered, trying to rack his brain for his favorite movie, "I have a lot, it depends on the type of movie? But mostly like - indie horror movies, not even horror, but basically really fucked up shock movies with some .. controversial message. Like Antichrist and shit," He knocked his head to the side, looking at her with the best answer he could give, "Yours?"[/color]

The waiter finally came back with the checkbook, Lars shuffled away his credit card back into his wallet. Lars glanced around the restaurant briefly before simply announcing, "Ready?" He still sat, but slid the car key over to her side of the table, "You can pick where we hunt, hmm?" The exchange of keys an obvious invite for her to drive the couple to the future destination also. Before getting out of his seat, Lars spoke with a mischievous smile and glint in his hazel eyes, "Make sure it's your absolute favorite."

That was the plan, however much Lars hated having plans, the plan was to leave this part of the night up to her. Well thought out, if you asked him. Hopefully, he could assume correctly that Giselle's favorite place to hunt was her favorite place on earth - considering he was more tHan sure that hunting was one of her more favorite past times, so to speak. It would be a most memorable place to propose then. Whether or not it was romantic was besides the point - It just had to be her moment and desire to actually mean much. Not only that, but it gave Lars a break from having to fret over the destination, now didn't it?[/blockquote]

THIS POST IS TAGGED TO: GISELLE. ELLIE'S BEEN LISTENING TO THRICE AS SHE WROTE THIS 700 WORD POST HERE. SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, we certainly would be Px hope this is all acceptable and out of lar-pression..

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle allowed a smirk for a moment. "Yes, it was a lot of money," she restated perceivedly, and almost accusingly. "So I thank you," she added forcibly. How could she stay mad at him? So he didn't let her get her way, couldn't she let it slide just this once? Hell to the no. She hadn't foreseen Lars actually taking the check from under her nose, especially after she ordered the menu to craftily avoid just this.

Folding her hands under her chin, Giselle listened, interested with what he had to say about his favorite movie. This was something good to know, and surely the topic wasn't off the mark for the intention of this date - to talk about the little things. Leaning forward slightly when Lars inquired her favorite movie, she enthusiastically answered, "Mine's a French film. Very old, black and white, but one based off a story you may be familiar with. La chute de la maison Usher. Translated: "The Fall of the House of Usher". An Edgar Allen Poe story."

Giselle watched their waiter's progress back to their table with the checkbook. Finally, they could get out of here and find something with more sustenance. The keys to his car were tossed over to her, inducing a quirk of an eyebrow. Looking back up at Lars sharply for an explanation, she was quite pleased with his proposition. Grinning from the prospect of going to her favorite hunting grounds tonight, Giselle snatched up the keys and stood. "I'll surprise you," she promised. Grabbing her clasp purse off the table, Giselle waited for Lars to join her by her side before making her way to the main entrance.

As they waited for the valet boy to retrieve the car, Giselle expressed her gratitude for dinner with a well deserved kiss. "Je vous remercie, de l'amour," she thanked him in her native language. The valet boy came back with the car, Giselle eagerly made a dash for the drivers side. "Buckle up," she warned. Revving the engine, she impatiently waited for Lars to close his door before throwing the first gear. Hitting the gas, she approached the exit at a snails pace. Only when the fender was inches from the main road did she slam the accelerator and shift into high gear. A blaring horn met her ears after she cut off a truck getting out. To her relief, the roads were fairly clear. She maneuvered around cars in her way.

The speedometer needle crept up to 90. She had no intention of slowing down for any reason whatsoever, let it be stop signs, traffic lights, squirrels, etc. Obeying the laws of the road was a waste of time, especially for a vampire on a mission. She needed to get to the highway as fast as vampirically possible.

Destination: Disneyland Paris.

the count was 470 and she's wearing this and also, Sorry tis short, I wrote as much as I could. Since they're like, in central Paris, it'll take approx. 45 min to get to the theme park. Make that 25 the way Giselle drives xP. You can post like, her driving like a maniac (be as creative as you'd like), and they can get to the park in your post, too, to save time..

[Ellie]

Lars grinned as she thanked him, his arms wrapped around the middle of her black dress, "I think I've definitely told you before how much I love when you talk like that," his face was turned into her hair while they walked, his tone laced in double meaning.

Once they got into the car he ignored her waning to put a seat belt on. He hadn't used a seat belt since he was at most fourteen - the rare times he even was in a car, growing up in New York that wasn't too often. Unless it was a cab, but really - those were too damn expensive. Instead, to brace himself he placed a foot on the dash, the other one stretched out in front of him. So what he if went flying out of the wind sheild? He didn't fear it, it could be rather exhilarating, actually.

He knew how Giselle drove, it was silly to fear for himself - considering not much harm could be done in a car accident... unless the vehicle were to explode - ultimately that would kill them, the fire at least. But how often did that really happen? The worst case scenario would be either of them flying out the front, landing on the side of the road and maybe getting run over. That was all determined on it they were too emaciated to get the fuck of the street fast enough, though. Whatever cases he could come up with in his head, a seat belt was out of the question.

The radio still pulsed through the leather interior, Lars decided to keep quiet as Giselle drove, trying to work out in his head where she was taking them based on the signed that flashed by. Once they were on the highway he couldn't help but wonder... no he was absolutely clueless as to where she was taking them. But that was fine, he didn't have any special plan to pop the question, and figured he'd adapt something when he found out about his surroundings. No big deal right?

Wrong. Contrary to what he preached it was very much in his nature to want to satisfy. But then again he was a man. If one were to really analyze any of them they'd find the same thing, the will to please and satisfy. No very selflessly, however. They satisfied to be satisfied with themselves, mostly. Know they'd done good, and therefore boost their ago and self image. Was it necessarily a bad thing? Not really, because in the end both parties ended up happy - it was just a rule of how the world went round. If he blotched this the first thing to run through his mind wouldn't really be that he'd failed Giselle, but that he hadn't done as well as he hoped, as some other man would have. It was those thoughts that really made a man reluctant. It wasn't a trait Giselle saw Lars exhibit often. For two reasons, the first, he was extremely good at hiding it and two, he didn't get the feeling often anyways. Why? Because he'd already succeeded in many things when it came to courtship. He had a list of many satisfied partners, just a part of growing up fast, he guessed. But it gave him an air of confidence. He didn't have to worry about blotching things he already knew he could do well.

But proposing? That was something he'd never done. Therefore, he was afraid of fucking it up. It wasn't complex at all.

His dazed expression out the window was one that was emotionless, he wasn't feeling anything as he sat there peering out his window, just contemplating. Hazel eyes refused to blink before a view came into sight. "Giselle," he whispered, blinking slowly, it was obviously too low to be taken into the urgency he wanted. Quickly his eyes flashed to the speedometer. "THERE'S A FUCKING SPEED BUMP OFF THIS EXIT," he yelled, a smile plastered on his face from her reckless ways, the kind of smile that was large, but it read clearly in his eyes that if she didn't slow the fuck down and tore out the bottom of his car he wouldn't be smiling for much longer.

Thankfully she hit the breaks just in time. More than that his foot was on the dash, knee touched his chest as she did so. After the almost dead stop she crept over the bump in the road impishly, Lars's head rested back on the headrest, a more placid close mouthed smile on his lips as she took off again with a little more discretion for the road that was littered with speed bumps.

The outburst caused for silence to be odd, so Lars decided to simply inquire, "Where are you taking us?" It was just then, however, that the surroundings, that had previously been rather dark and woodsy, turned bright. Lars raised a brow at the massive arched sign that Disneyland catered. All the characters around it with a big welcome. He pursed his lips and looked at the car's clock, "Disney closes in an hour though." He wasn't really complaining, it just meant there was an older crowd in lovely Disneyland - and less for him to fret over.

His mind pondered eagerly on where exactly he could drop the knee and such. It was very workable. He just hoped the rides stayed on until the very minute of closing time.

[Giselle Audley]

Giselle's eyes flashed to Lars's at his inquiry. He'd figure out where soon enough. A faint smirk was her response when he made an obvious comment about the time. Yes, lovely Disney was her favorite place to hunt. Naturally she usually came much earlier while the kiddies were still out and about. Lars asked for her absolute favorite, and this was it. "Lucky for you, too. Not that I would break my promise, anyway," she chirped, referring to her promise from earlier that she wouldn't hunt the kiddies tonight. "It's always packed in there, even up until the last second before closing time," she continued. "One of the happiest places on earth. It's quite the cheerful hunting environment," she laughed.

Giselle tore through the parking lot. She got as close to the shuttle bus stop as possible, which happened to be in the handicapped parking area. She swung the car into a spot, then ripped the keys out of ignition and skipped into the cool night air. After Lars shut his door, Giselle locked the car. The couple strolled over to the awaiting shuttle bus wordlessly. Giselle flashed the driver a smile. Taking the front row with Lars, she cuddled up next to him as their driver situated himself. Drive fast she ordered him mentally. The bus lurched forward. In three minutes they were at the front gates.

Arm in arm, Giselle led Lars over to the turnstile attendant. "Monsieur, our hands have been stamped," the man nodded numbly, his eyes glazed over, and allowed the vampires to pass through. "Would you like to catch a ride? Or shall we get right to the hunt?" Giselle surveyed the stream of people milling past them, their merry faced illuminated by lights of various colors. Giselle was practically drooling. Prime selection tonight - a nice array from teens to young adults. She spotted only a couple kids, however, they were being ushered to the exit by their parents. Shame. Lars would be pleased, though.

the count was 391 and she's wearing this and also, Fillah Post! >.> I suck at descriptions, I'd do Disney no justice.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] Lars pondered for a slight moment. Feed or propose? No sense in rushing into things. Not to mention Giselle would be good and happy with a quenched appetite. Feeding first started to sound ideal for a multitude of reasons now. "We can feed first," he smiled, unwinding his arm with Giselle's and lacing his fingers with her manicured ones instead. He began to move through the crowd, scanning the human faces quickly, his steps lazy and crooked - his shoulder occasionally brushing hers, crushing their arms between them. "We're a tad over dressed for Disney," he announced, his eyes still tracking other people's making eye contact with many he saw fit only to have them drop their own first. Fright, naturally. There were a few indignant and stubborn individuals that refused to drop their eyes - only remain locked until they passed on by. But those individuals were few and far between. It said much about people. Lars waited for Giselle to pick out her first - not to mention he wasn't exactly familiar with the theme park. He tried to find some small alcove where they could feed in peace. Considering the time of year and hour - the moon had risen long long ago. But still - Disney was a heavily populated affair, even then. Those thoughts came naturally along with the moist in his mouth when he knew he was on the hunt - his senses heightened. But along with that his mind was muddled with other thoughts, making the simplest of tasks rather difficult. Well there's the castle... and then there's Pirates of The Caribbean... fuck. Having Giselle choose her favorite place wasn't really working out to his favor after all - just left him back to the beginning of having to choose precisely where to propose. Nothing ever came easy, did it? "I haven't been to this joint since I was three," he spoke, turning his face back to her, his cheeks bitten by the new briskness of the oncoming cold. The cobbled busy 'main street' of Disney broke off into a paved bridge leading to.. somewhere. Thankfully there was more trees and darkness in this area - and fewer individuals. "Time to get fucking busy then," Lars said in a hushed tone, releasing his hopefully-soon-to-be-fiance's hand slowly. THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO THE NINTH GATE AS SHE WROTE THIS 370ish WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, oooo pretty post script! Suppose I have to make you one now too, huh ?

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[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] Giselle nodded appreciatively, "Splendid decision." With all these mortals for the taking, waiting any longer would be agony. Hunt mode was a go. Giselle moved in a prowl, keeping ears and eyes attentive to potential victims and also Lars. His next remark was undoubtedly the result of being subject to many a stare. Without taking scanning eyes off the buffet before her, she countered, "Over dressed is in the eye of the beholder. These mortals are under dressed as far as I'm concerned." Maybe a cocktail dress wouldn't be Giselle's first choice as theme park attire, but the vampire would most definitely don a skirt or sundress in it's place. She allowed arrogant eyes to give a passing young man in neon pink skinny jeans, a muscle shirt, and a Scotch plaid beret atop his head a disdainful once over. He made her furious. "No. Just... no. Take the hat off you look ridiculous," she hissed, pushing obedience into his head. The man complied and tossed the hat aside and kept walking. Her eyes flickered to Lars's for a moment before settling on the mortals again. "Idiot," she spat venomously, "That outfit makes me want to hit someone." Lars was probably going to let her make the first move. She was aware she needed to pick someone of acceptable age to his standards, she didn't want to upset their date. She narrowed her search to someone in their twenties. She could deal with that. Baiting mortals in was amateur work. Giselle preferred to hunt with as little mind control as possible. She wanted real human emotion, not a robot practically sticking their jugular in her fangs. She loved to play, but time seemed of the essence. Lars was getting fidgety. She assumed hunting was the cause of this for some reason or other, there really was no other excuse. She inclined her head toward Lars as he talked. "Talk about a blast from your past, then," she returned, smiling. "Look, the castle is up ahead. It's the entrance to fantasy land, we can grab someone heading for the exit," she plotted out. "It's also my favorite place in the park," she added, making this easier on Lars. She assumed he wouldn't want to roam about because of her mercurial tendencies. The castle was just beyond the bridge they were crossing. Lo and behold, as they got closer and trees cleared up, the towering castle seemed to grow above them in all it's massive glory. Giselle closed the distance between the end of the bridge and the front gate briskly, elated to be finally eating something very soon. As people meandered past the lethal couple, Giselle was making quick calculations of cause and effect scenarios. As soon as she made up her mind, she sprang into action. Slinking into the shadows, she waited until a young female, mid-twenties, alone, wandered past. Giselle's hand shot out to her neck. One squeeze of a pressure point later, the girl was in the thirsty vampire's arms and unconscious. "Under the bridge," she whispered to her lover. Without waiting she moved the girl into a fireman's carry and made a running leap into puddle deep water. Figuring Lars would pull a "ladies first" she greedily ripped her fangs into the girl's wrist and drank a good share of her. The gush of hot blood quenched Giselle's thirst instantaneously and revitalized her. Happily content and wiping her mouth lazily with her arm, she met Lars's eyes and shoved the mortal toward him. "Saved the neck for you, darling." She let him at it while she licked her arm and teeth clean. the count was 598 and she's wearing this and also, I'm running away with this post script and never coming back.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=0f232e] "Yeah," Lars breathily laughed at her little 'Blast from the past' line, "If this one and the one in Florida are anything alike, it sure as fuck has changed since eighty-eight," he grinned, almost making himself feel old. More likely than not it was just in his new perspective that changed the place. It's been a while since he saw the world through the eyes of a child - the bright, cheery memories of age three were far and few between - but from what was there it sent some warmth through him, a natural remedy to his nerves that lurked in the pit of his stomach - making him want to puke. Then again maybe he was just hungry. Lars's eyes examined the eerie lit castle, spotlights moving along it's white frame as the colors made it appear in ever changing shades of blue, green, purple and pink. His gaze shifted as Giselle moved into predatory mode again. His hand went to the back of his head, smoothing down the hair that feel on the back of his neck so his hands had something to do as he wound his way out of the crowd to where Giselle lurked. Lars let her do her thing, and before he could blink she had someone cradled in her arms and dashing under a bridge like the trolls they were. He grinned a little at the situation and couldn't help but voice as she had her fill, "For being your favorite place to feed, it must be all the more fun to start shit and get thrown out... you know they have like, fucking tunnels under ground for the little characters? Security, too - pretty damn tight around here... we'll have to fuck around with them later though,"

[/b] he finished, shaking his head as his fingers were laced behind him, arms stretched as far as possible until a few cracks could be heard in his back and shoulders. With a little grimace at the sound he brought his attention back to Giselle and her victim.

With her offer at the neck he grinned, "I can never expect to hunt for myself when I go with you." But he didn't turn it down, nonetheless. He held the girl's limp body upright, her head lolled to the side. His mouth went to her neck, more than damp with anticipation. But once his fang's pierced her flesh and began to drink, the blood pressure and heartbeat evident within his ears, he was let down. As expected, Giselle hadn't saved him very much. He took a few drafts before releasing himself, leaving the girl with just enough to get by.

He scowled a little and furrowed his brow - his thirst being teased but not satisfied, leaving him displeasured. He eyed Giselle once with pursed lips and offered motioned his head back to the walkway. "I'll get another, but what's this fantasy land shit all about?"[/b]

THIS IS TAGGED TO GIZZY BB. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO PLACEBO AS SHE WROTE THIS 500 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, ahaha - 'tis sexay. I've already gone and eloped with/fucked the brains out of mine - so.

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[Giselle Audley]

[atrb=width,397,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=1f1423] A saucy smirk crawled up the corners of her lips, "Darling, you have no idea. And they never catch me. Maybe we'll come again when it's lively," this quiet hunt was nothing compared to a usual night here for the violent femme. Hunting conspicuously was thrilling, and a chase was always fun. She approvingly watched as Lars fed. Forming "oops" on her lips and grinning sheepishly when he finished way too fast, she didn't realize how much she had actually taken from the girl. Lars would need another, and Giselle could use a couple more herself. "Well she's still alive!" rolling her eyes and shaking her head, she really should have known better than to give him the mortal last. "You could have gotten some more from her," Giselle scoffed. But she couldn't deny that his kindness was cute. Drawing closer to him, she wound her arms around his neck. "Hmm, let me clean you up at least," sliding her tongue across the corner of his mouth, she licked up a stray drop of blood. "Okay, Dracula. Let's see what you got," starting to climb back up to the castle with Lars, she explained to him how the park worked. "It's divided into themed sections is all. Main Street, U.S.A., Frontierland, Adventureland, Discoveryland, and Fantasyland." She didn't stop at the castle, instead she kept walking through the cave-like entrance into Fantasyland. It kind of looked like a nicer part of her mansion's underground. Upon entering the extremely pink section of the park, Giselle was relieved to find clusters of mortals scattered around. She led Lars into the heart of the section where they might find a greater variety of mortals. Stopping and touching his shoulder, she whispered in his ear, "Go get em' tiger" Giselle waved him forward while she backed up some to stand by the carousel. She rather enjoyed watching him hunt. It was interesting to see who he chose. As much as a child as Lars could be, Giselle received a little surprise that he hadn't been to a theme park in a while. Perhaps this little excursion was good for him. Maybe she'd drag him on "It's a small world" before they left. Strange night. Right now she was just relieved they were getting along... less awkwardly. Well, less awkwardly for her anyway. It was a step up from back at the restaurant when she had to refrain from being her usual self. If she didn't know better she'd think he was up to something. Letting her pick her favorite hunting place was a nice gesture, but she could sense he was still nervous about something. If felt good to be in her hunting environment again, she liked being in control in this way. She recalled many nights when she brought Jack with her here. As unscrupulous as Jack was, he was the perfect predator and hunting companion for her. She might have had a lot of fun with the wretched monster, but he wasn't Lars. Lars was something special. the count was 501 and she's wearing this and also, Lookit this and click "Panoramies". And here is the rest of the map. It's so fun to play with. Hit, "find and item" and click the section with the castle, then have at it.