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Post by robina on Jun 3, 2009 9:06:03 GMT -5
Peyton lifted her long thick dark hair off her neck and pushed it up into a tail. It still fell past her shoulders, but at least it was off her neck. The June night was surprisingly hot and humid. Thankfully, she opted for her favourite pair of blue plaid shorts, blue halter top, and white sandals; her pale, pale skin standing out way too much in the night. She pushed her unneeded but stylish glasses up the bridge of her nose, contemplating taking them off as she wove around all the humans in a rush to get nowhere fast. The glasses were driving her crazy but she thought they were really cute and wanted to wear them.
She was practically running down the street, she was so late. Although, it wasn’t her fault she was late for work, again. “Okay,” she admitted, “It is my fault, no point in denying it, but no one else needs to know that. And who wants there picture taken near midnight, anyway? Peyton thought, shaking her head. She couldn’t complain, though, considering she specialized in after-dark photography. What with her being a Vampire and all.
She was still 15 minutes away from her destination, a warehouse in the meatpacking district, and it was getting later by the minute. She didn’t even know who she was supposed to meet and she felt like a terrible business person for it but that was how she conducted her business. They called, gave a name, sometimes, a number, location and sometimes, they told her what they would be wearing. That happened less than actually getting a name. However, this time, she didn’t get a name, or even a number. Instead, the phone call she received told her they would be wearing red, and she was supposed to meet them at an old warehouse at midnight. She felt more uneasy about the job with each step she took, but she would never turn down a job when they were so few and far between.
Peyton wished she could have brought Lucian, her adorable and very loyal Siberian husky, with her but she was going to work. Pets and work didn’t generally mix well, so she figured he could stay home for one night. “Maybe if I finish up early, I can take him for a quick stroll around our block,” She thought turning the corner of the still really busy street.
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Post by zodiac on Jun 9, 2009 18:47:25 GMT -5
The sun slipped behind the horizon and the streets were alive with the dancing darkness of the people who move in the dark. The movement along the streets made him a little jittery. He did not often move among so many people. He stood in an alley way, a black trench coat wrapped around his body, covering his black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. His feet were clad in simple black nike shoes. He had a cherry sucker in his mouth, and one of his free hands was spinning it around. He was still in the alley, he had been there since it was safe for him to come out of the hotel he was staying in. That was a good 20 minutes ago.
He wasn’t sure if he was ready to move out among the people of this big city yet. He knew he wanted to, he was tired of being so alone at home, but still he was nervous about meet new people. He was always this way. He pulled the sucker out of his mouth with a slight popping noise, and looked at it, his blue eyes studying it. Then he slipped it back into his mouth and took a deep breath and stepped out into the street. Not paying much attention to where he was going, watching mostly the people on the other side of the street.
Then he looked up to see a woman running towards him. He raised one eyebrow and was about to step out of the way, but didn’t quite get out of the way in time. And the two connected. There was a moment of shock that went through him, and then he was back against the nearest side of a building. Staring at the woman in her blue shorts, and top. He blinked and then thought about running away, but decided not to. “You okay?” He asked carefully and then stepped closer to her to make sure.
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Post by robina on Jun 9, 2009 20:18:28 GMT -5
Peyton didn’t see the man, dressed in black, in time and they collided. She blinked a couple of times, to get the shocked feeling out of her system; her eyes wide with it. She shook her head, trying to get a grip on things. The man that she ran into was saying something. ”What was that?” she thought.
Then what he said came to her and she smiled, shakily, ”I’m fine. I’m so sorry. It was totally my fault. I didn’t hurt you did…” She trailed off, recognition bringing her back again. ”No, of course I didn’t hurt you. I could have if you weren’t what you are. Oh, jeez, I’m rambling again…” Peyton shook her head again, willing herself to take a step back but unable to follow through. ”Sorry, I do that when I’m nervous. It’s a habit I couldn’t get rid of even after the change.”
Peyton laughed, the sound shaken and more than a bit nervous. She was shy to an extreme, unless at work, then she would fake confidence, but on the crowded street, that all at once seemed very empty? She was starting to shake, and it was really, very hot outside that night. ” I suppose the polite thing to do would be to introduce my disastrous self. I’m Peyton St. James. Again, I’m really sorry I did that.” Pleading was there, in her voice, just under the surface of the introduction and yet another apology. ”I really need to learn to watch where I’m going. I’m going to kill someone one of these days,” She thought, inwardly scolding herself.
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Post by zodiac on Jun 11, 2009 11:07:56 GMT -5
The girl was interesting… She was… he looked her over for a moment, young. Far younger than him, and it showed. ”I’m fine. I’m so sorry. It was totally my fault. I didn’t hurt you did…” He tilted his head to the side some, wondering what this girl was babbling on about. ”No, of course I didn’t hurt you. I could have if you weren’t what you are. Oh, jeez, I’m rambling again…” He let a small, very small hint of a smile slip onto his face, but it was barely noticeable to the untrained eye. He was not one for a lot of emotion and this was different. She was new to this life and she was so strange to him. ”Sorry, I do that when I’m nervous. It’s a habit I couldn’t get rid of even after the change.” He nodded some in understanding…
Then she laughed at herself, he just watched. A nervous disjointed sound that was new to him. He hadn’t heard anyone else laugh in years. He was oddly still not speaking to her. He didn’t feel the need to fill the awkward silence that hung for mere moments before she started speaking again. ” I suppose the polite thing to do would be to introduce my disastrous self. I’m Peyton St. James. Again, I’m really sorry I did that.” He nodded once again, understanding her words. Then he sighed and adjusted his coat. “I’m Tom… Tom…” He thought for a moment, trying to come up with something new that he hasn’t tried before, it was so hard these days. “Wayne… It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss St. James.” He said with a nod. batman! he thought to himself and soon, the old batman cartoon theme song was playing through his head.
He had to look slightly down at the girl, but there wasn’t too much of a height difference. It was nice to talk to someone besides his dogs, but still he wasn’t completely comfortable with new people, even ones that happen to try and knock him down. Though that rarely worked. “Why are you in such a hurry, Miss?” He asked, a little curious, but not really. He just felt it was his turn to ask a question so he did. He would have normally just walked away by now, but, he was trying to turn a new leaf, meet new people or at least get in touch with some old friends. He had a feeling this Peyton St James, would be a new enough person to fill the criteria that he was looking for in his new life. Though what part she would play in this act was something he knew not.
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Post by robina on Jun 11, 2009 13:43:32 GMT -5
Peyton watched him nod and stumble out his name. “Tom Wayne, eh?”. She noticed there wasn’t much of a height difference and that surprised her considering she was very tall at about 5’9”. She guessed his height to be about 5’11”, maybe 6’ even. She looked him over, gauging his age to be about 40 but knowing he was older than that. Much older than that.
“Why are you in such a hurry, Miss?” he asked. Although, she doubted he wanted to or actually cared. No, more it was just being polite. “I’m, actually, late for work. I’m an after-hours photographer. You know, photography at night.” Peyton shook her head. ”Someone wants some pictures taken somewhere down the street from here; at some warehouse or another.”
Peyton laughed freely, realizing that wasn’t his real name. Just the one he was using at this time. ”Tom Wayne, huh? I don’t think I would have gone with a name that sounded like John Wayne.” Peyton whispered in his ear. She shook her head, smiling brilliantly, mischievously even as she moved back a bit. ”Although, I suppose if you’ve been around as long as I think you have, you’d run out of various names to use eventually, I’m sure.” Peyton took her cell phone out of her pocket to check the time. ”11:55. Damn, I am so late for work.” She thought, looking back up at ‘Tom’, a smirk on her face. ”Sorry, I should probably go. I only have 5 minutes to get like 15 minutes away.
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Post by zodiac on Jun 17, 2009 13:47:48 GMT -5
“I’m, actually, late for work. I’m an after-hours photographer. You know, photography at night.” He looked at her, wondering if she explained it like that to all the inept retards she met on the streets, which he could consider to be most of the people in this hopeless shit hole of a city. ”Someone wants some pictures taken somewhere down the street from here; at some warehouse or another.” He wasn't completely sure why someone would agree to that. Just because one is immortal does not mean that there are dangers in the dark. ”Tom Wayne, huh? I don’t think I would have gone with a name that sounded like John Wayne.” He smirked a little.. "I was going more for Bruce Wayne personally... I like Batman...." He said and then continued to listen to her.
”Although, I suppose if you’ve been around as long as I think you have, you’d run out of various names to use eventually, I’m sure.” He nodded again, she was smarter than she looked... maybe. ”Sorry, I should probably go. I only have 5 minutes to get like 15 minutes away. He smiled a little at that. "Well now... what kind of a gentleman would I be to let a young woman such as yourself wander the streets of New York alone at night..." He said with mocking care in his voice.. "I might as well tag along to make sure you don't go and get yourself hurt." He smiled at her and made a sweeping gesture.. "Lead the way..."
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Post by pinkrose on Jun 18, 2009 23:06:05 GMT -5
Kalina had been standing in the warehouse for a good time now. She was the only one of the girls dressed in red. The others, where dressed in their regular attire, black or khaki slacks, corsets of varying colors and fedora's to match. She stood tapping her heel impatiently, she had been waiting for a little while, and she was tired of waiting, she didn't like to be kept waiting. This after hours photographer had been suggested to her by an old acquaintance and she was hoping that she would be able to take some good add shots for the bar.
She was paying these girls, a mix of her waitresses and bartenders from the club, over time to be here so late and work. She needed a few good pictures of them to put into the adds she was going to be putting out in the mens magazines and such around town. She would be taking her own pictures to advertise The Pink Rose Club later, hopefully with the help of some of her other... friends.
The woman stood in her black heels, short red flower print dress, her manicured nails tapping anxiously on the hood of her car that was parked inside the warehouse, she had not exactly rented a warehouse in the best part of town, she had wanted it cheap after all. Her business was doing well, don't get her wrong, she just didn't care for spending money where it needn't be spent. One of the reasons she decided to try out a new photographer, the others she had been using were outrageously priced and totally overrated.
She sighed and sat down on the hood of her black Ford Mustang convertible. She had gotten the convertible because it just looked better, and she did like to drive with the top down, even if it was only at night. But her short blonde hair was not as long as it use to be, and didn't feel as good being blown around in the night air. She would have to grow it out longer again. She looked down at her watch one more time, in 15 minutes she would send her staff home and leave. She wasn't going to wait around here all night...
Attire:XOXO
Location: Warehouse
Count: 376
Lyrics: Rob Zombie
Credit: Mercer
Notes:
Thought I would join in and make it interesting. ^_^ Hope you don't mind....
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Post by robina on Jun 22, 2009 13:13:42 GMT -5
Peyton laughed softly as tom said, "Well now... what kind of a gentleman would I be to let a young woman such as yourself wander the streets of New York alone at night..." as if he actually cared…which Peyton could tell he didn’t really. "I might as well tag along to make sure you don't go and get yourself hurt." She smiled, laughter danced in her eyes as he made a grand gesture for him to follow her to the warehouse. ”lead the way”
Peyton laughed, leading them in the direction she was heading in the first place. If she had the number to her client, she would have called and explained the problem she seemed to be having. Although the walk was going much faster with an escort, than she had expected it to be. She didn’t walk her usual slower than the New York pace but instead, actually walked the New York pace. She needed to get there before she lost the job.
When they turned the corner, she hadn’t realized the warehouse was the second on the street. ”good, that makes my life easier,” she though, putting her best ‘for the client’ smile on her face she turned to ‘tom ”thank you for the escort…Tom. Would you like to stay? It’s not as glamorous as most would think, though,” she said, looking slightly up at him. She couldn’t really wait beside him for the answer. She turned, assuming he would say something as she left or would just sit somewhere…available.
She searched for and found the person in red, who called her. She was standing next to a beautiful Ford Mustang convertible. She walked right over to her, extending her hand. ”Hi, I’m Peyton St. James, the photographer. I’m so sorry I’m late. There was an incident,”Peyton said, by way of explanation and introduction. She moved her messenger back in front of her and took out her packages and prices. Considering where she lived, her prices were on the low side, but then, that’s why she got so many clients. ”Anyway, I’m sorry. This are my prices and the packages you can get. If you need something else that isn’t on there, we can work out a price.” she said, presenting the papers to her newest client.
Count: 378
Lyrics: We The Kings
Credit: Mercer
Notes: You're more than welcome to join
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Post by zodiac on Jul 14, 2009 19:18:39 GMT -5
Joe walked along after with the girl, silently. He stuck his hands in his pocket and found another sucker still in its wrapper there. He frowned, wondering what happened to his other sucker that he had had earlier. He was losing it in his old age and lack of socialization. He was glad to be out and about, but really, he did wonder where his sucker had gone. He shrugged a little and then pulled the other sucker out of his pocker. ”thank you for the escort…Tom. Would you like to stay? It’s not as glamorous as most would think, though,” He smiled, and nodded. Then glanced around as they entered the interior of the warehouse. He was immediately struck with that familiar scent of an old friend whom he had not seen in a very long time.
He looked up and there she was, leaning against a far too expensive car and dressed modestly by her standards. Kalina…. A smirk came to Joe’s lips. He knew her, oh he knew her well. Silly little vampire and her bars and strip club. What was the point? She was not going to be able to keep them forever… or have the times changed that much since he had left the world behind. ”Hi, I’m Peyton St. James, the photographer. I’m so sorry I’m late. There was an incident,” He heard Peyton say to Kalina, he rolled his eyes, unwrapped his sucker and then popped it into his mouth while shoving the wrapper into this pocket, might as well do his part to save the earth since he’s been here so damn long.
”Anyway, I’m sorry. This are my prices and the packages you can get. If you need something else that isn’t on there, we can work out a price.” Joe wandered around, the outer walls of the warehouse, slowly making his way around the group of people that he figured had something to do with Kalina. He figured that he probably looked like an odd type of body guard to those who did not know him, which was everyone except Kalina. She would know him… if she had a good memory, she would know him. He never played a big role in her life, but he was there enough that he might actually feel a little hurt if she did not know him.
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