Lost [Kaito]

[gemma]

*Gemma never was big on candid pictures*

Gemma hasn't been to California for nearly 7 years, she had lived in the heart of the City of Angels for only a few months before choosing to live in Texas for close to 7 years. Yet somehow, the city barely seemed to have changed. She saw a tall, thin, blond woman getting out of a car, with paparazzi everywhere. Gemma didn't get a good look at her face, but she was pretty sure it was a young heiress named after the city of love, somewhere in France. Gemma couldn't walk half a block without seeing a group of overly thin, overly orange girls with miniature dogs. Yep, this was L.A.

Gemma looked across the street and saw a few paparazzi photographing her.
Gemma blushed.
Looking down at her own outfit, she knew she look good in her trendiest, newest clothes (which was all of them) and smiled to herself. She wasn't surprised to be mistaken as a celebrity. She would never say it out loud, but Gemma was well aware of her beauty, and she used it to her advantage. Gemma was wearing a flowy, summery, very California dress. She was wearing the "new in" gladiator sandals, and also uber trendy fringe purse. Yeah, she could definitely see how she would be easily mistaken for a (curvy, short) model.

Gemma had moved to New York a few days ago, but she hated it. She missed warmth, like the Texan sun. But Gemma knew that she couldn't go back to Texas, people in her community, and surrounding towns had begun to question why Gemma didn't appear to be aging. So the next best thing, California. It's hot all the time, that real dry heat. It was everywhere, so she could avoid the sun, and still enjoy the heat. Gemma planned to spend most of her holiday indoors, to make perfectly sure to avoid the sun.

Luckily today it was a day full of smog, so Gemma was able to go outside in the day without being extremely uncomfortable. Gemma had come to California with a game plan. She didn't know anyone on the East side, where she was currently living, and she couldn't think of any friends near by actually. She had been living among the really living, and most of her vampire friends couldn't understand Gemma's choice to do so. In other words, this was basically her last resort to have a friend that she could call on. Not to mention, a very powerful and unlikely friend. She had met a were several years ago, a werewolf named Kaito. He seemed to hate the idea of association with her, because of her true nature, but Gemma had been alive for almost 200 years, and was not about to have people shun her.

The only problem with Gemma's plan? Gemma hadn't spoken to Kaito in months, and wasn't sure where in California he lives. She knows which area, but the cities in Cali are huge, and it may take weeks to find him. She hoped she could get a hold of him, to ask him his address, but he had been ignoring her calls.

Gemma and Kaito have always behaved as if they're very unfriendly siblings. They have never agreed on anything, and yet can sometimes be very friendly toward another. Gemma pressed in Kaito's number and let it ring.
Ring,
Ring,
Ring,
Click.
Oh good.
Gemma thought to herself.
Apparently his voice mail must be full or something, because his awkward message isn't even playing anymore.
Gemma waltzed into a deli she had been eyeing since down the block. Vampires typically hate human food, but because Gemma has spent years living, pretending to be human, she had to put up with her fair share of dinner parties. She even came to love the taste of certain foods, although they didn't fill her. Gemma figured that in this case, not only was this the best place to stop because it was covered (in case the sun came out) but also maybe Kaito would call back,
or maybe not.

Gemma sat at a table, and glanced across the room. A very well known mess of a celebrity who is a natural redhead, and had been rumored as being in a lesbian relationship in recent gossip magazines, was sitting across the room in a too-short-for-brunch-time pleather dress. She caught Gemma's eyes and winked and motioned at her. When Gemma looked down to giggle to herself, she rolled her eyes at the celeb, who then left almost immediately.
(Gemma had that kind of effect on people. Humans.)
Gemma shuddered visibly.
Some girls have no class.

COUNT 753
ATTIRE www.polyvore.com/out_in_la/set?id=10483069
NOTES Sorry I suck at starting threads!

[rayna3]

Zzz... Damnit. Zzzz. ZZZZZZZZZ. After three calls Kaito had finally turned his phone to silent, after which it proceeded to vibrate incessantly. He mused it probably was protesting its full inbox of text messages, voicemails and missed calls. Having finally sprawled out in an unconscious stupor in the comfort of his king size bed, the navy comforter pulled up around his bare spine. The silken ebony locks were mussed but beautifully so and his features were tugged back into what one might describe as a pensive expression. Of course that was ridiculous wasn't it? Thinking in one's sleep? Somehow the notion wasn't too farfetched for one to reflect on after discovering that vampires and werewolves existed...or it shouldn't be.

Zzz...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..zz.zzzzzz. Thud. Groaning softly, he reached over the mattress, leaning down towards the floor to swipe his stuttering cellular device off the immaculate floor. Squinting, he stared at it, letting it ring without any stress or concern over the inevitably missed call touching his face. Articulations ran through the obsidian locks as he flipped it shut and rolled to sprawl on his spine. Bloody women. His temper was flaring considerably thanks to the minute amount of sleep he had received. Two hours in four days. The bags would be collecting below his eyes no doubt. Muttering softly under his breath, his features were buried beneath his pillow momentarily. Two hours would not foot this bill. And there it was again. ZZZZZZZ.

Relinquishing a thundering bellow, he tossed the device into the wall - presumably breaking it as he stood aloft his mattress, oculi searing into the quivering pieces - the remnants of his cell phone. It buzzed one last time and went dead. Rolling his eyes, he hopped gingerly off the plateau of fluff and comfort and moved to the bathroom. Squeeze the lemon. Chuckling at the thought himself, he finished emptying his bladder and moved to stare at the mirror for a moment. He needed a shave. And so he did. His movements were precise and practiced, mocha stare flitting to and fro within the spanse of the bathroom while he ran the sharp blades down his jawbone.

His aggression was not a new development, and was far more easily provoked when he was sleep deprived. Cranky, that was the word, Kait was cranky. Grumbling once again, he slipped a pair of jeans on over his briefs, tugging on a white t-shirt and a charcoal suit jacket he then rummaged through his underwear drawer to pull out, gasp! a brand new cell phone...from the stack that was in there. It would appear that he went through them rather swiftly. Turning it on, he retrieved the SIM card from the mottled heap on the floor and fixed it in the new device before exiting the apartment. Gemma. Annoying. Like mother stalking you and shoving her nose in your business annoying. An annoying that Kait had been comfortably ignorant of before her arrival.

Gritting his enamels, he exuded an anger with such heat that those that maneuvered around him in the crowd bestowed a wide birth, seemingly afraid of the tall, lean Asian man. Pounding the keys til he came to her number, he pressed call and listened as the ringing began, poised like a serpent in preparation for her too friendly voice on the other end.

[gemma]

Gemma had bought herself an iced mocha and had finished it. She was bored. Gemma hates waiting. She took out her MAC compact and checked her face. Perfect, she thought wordlessly with a grin. She flicked carelessly through a gossip magazine and saw a few familiar faces, although she was barely looking at it.

Fuck, Gemma thought to herself, just in time to hear her phone ring. She looked at her caller ID and smiled. Gemma swiftly picked up her blackberry and answered.
"Nice of you to finally call",
Gemma mused.
"Thought maybe you'd died, too bad!"
Gemma said with a smirk, knowing she would never wish that upon a friend, even if that friend was a (hateful) dog.
"So Kaito, darling, where are you staying these days? I'm back in town for a couple days, and thought we could meet up. I'm at a Starbucks on...."
Gemma thought for a second, where the fuck am I?
"Well actually I haven't a clue where I am, but surely if you tell me where you are, I can track you down."
Gemma lit a cigarette and thought deeply. She could tell that Kaito was thinking this over.
She knew that the idea of a bloodsucker knowing where he lives would not rest well with Kaito, afterall, she was pretty sure that he was more scared of them than he let on.
"Please Kaito,"
Gemma breathed, with a hint of amusment in her voice.
"It's been SO long Kaito, way too long and you know it!"
Gemma exhaled and let Kaito ramble on the other end.

Gemma hung up the phone after (mostly) listening to Kaito's long response. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sure Gemma usually brought danger no matter where she went, but this time she was sure she wasn't being followed. She was fairly confident that whoever had been following her these past decades had lost her scent way back before she moved to Texas. Kaito had nothing to worry about, but of course he would anyway.

Gemma walked purposefully down the boulevard, sucking on the new mocha she had purchased before she left. Gemma and Kaito had agreed to meet at a little restaurant/bar in town later that evening, so Gemma planned to stop by her hotel and get ready before seeing her old friend.

When she got back to her room she smiled to herself, ever since she moved to New York, she hadn't felt like herself, but seeing her kitty Hepburn sleeping soundlessly on the hotel's huge bed really made her feel at home. Even if she was in a random hotel. And even if that hotel was pet-free.

Gemma opened up her closet, which she had unpacked in a matter of seconds before she had left earlier in the day. Hmmmm, Gemma wondered what she should wear. Kaito was simply a friend of Gemma's, but that certainly doesn't mean that she shouldn't dress up. After a moment of consideration, Gemma decided on her favourite new Stella McCartney t-shirt, lacy tights, a random black skirt, her highest heels and her Chanel purse.

On her way out of the door, she grabbed Hepburn and set the seemingly permenent-kitten in her giant purse. Gemma knew it was a far walk to the restauraunt, but she needed the time to think. As she strolled out of the 5 star hotel, she saw someone staring at her, but thought nothing of it, and continued her way to meet her old friend.

The walk to the restauraunt Kaito had suggested was a lot shorter than Gemma expected. She walked in and realized she may be a little over dressed, but she did not care what a few mere humans thought about her. Or her dog-like friend. Speaking of him, she looked around and tried to spot him. Ah. Sitting in the back, how typical. Gemma wandered through the tables of people talking and drinking, and made her way to Kaito.
"Hey you!

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Gemma shrieked in her usual (overly) cheery way and swung her arms around the man she hadn't seen in years.

"Miss me?"
Gemma joked with a smirk as she sat down, of course he hadn't.


COUNT 680
ATTIRE www.polyvore.com/dinnnner/set?id=10612890
NOTES -[/center]

[rayna3]

Let us first examine the facts; cranky werewolf, bubbly vampire, a lot of unnecessary caffeine. Is there even a vague chance for a happy ending? The possibility seems very low, and weak…yet another reason for dismay in an already grey and boring world. The reality was a poor looking one, and as Kaito listened to the flighty wench blabber on, asking frivolous questions which she knew he would never respond to seriously he found it more and more difficult to believe in any promise in the day to come. In fact as he plodded crankily down the sidewalk, Kait was absolutely certain the day was going to suck.

Granted it was near evening, but there was still plenty of time for crap. His recent schedule was a testimony for saying the time of day meant nothing. Frankly he just wanted sleep. He breathed a heavy sigh directly into the receiver, a soft exasperated noise. Murmuring the address of a restaurant he was comfortable with, the werewolf completely ignored the bratty whining statements she proceeded to squawk into his highly sensitive ears – shutting the phone and disconnecting their conversation. He would need an aspirin before another encounter with this one. Why did he bother? Mostly out of boredom and curiosity. What was so urgent that she had to see him?

He would spend the following hour or so simply wandering, occasionally dropping into a small pawn shop or two to rifle through the secondhand junk they kept in stock. On the rare he would find some buried treasure, sniff it out, rather, and bring it home with a smug look – the knowledge that he had saved money something of a victory in his opinion. Not that he enjoyed shopping – clothes he despised, he would buy online and leave it at that. There was nothing in a store that he could not purchase online for cheaper and with less hassle.

Rubbing at his features, and attempting not to fuss like an insolent pup he began to trek to his destination with some sense of finality in his stride. It would be a quick encounter. Then he’d be back in bed, sleeping off the exhaustion and the emotional damage surfacing with bags under his eyes would doubtlessly do. Clearly Gemma did not care for his ego. Then again she didn’t need sleep, how could she know that it was a necessity. Oh wait. If she had a brain in her skull she would have asked what he was doing. But no. The raunchy priss demanded an audience.

It was a very keen desire of his to turn on his heel, ditch his phone and ignore her pleas; however it would seem a waste of time to ditch at this point. Something she had no notion of. As the familiar sight came into view, he slipped in, nodded to one of the hostesses and took his usual seat in the back. Ordering “the usual”, he sipped at the frothy green liquid – a grasshopper, no less – and waited for his company to show. As it turned out she was close at hand, surfacing with that irritating grin and obnoxious demeanor that made him want to ring her undead neck.


As she leapt at him he internally groaned, suddenly overwhelmed by the scent of death and the sensation of cold clammy arms around his neck. ”Hi.” He replied in an exanimate albeit disinterested tone. ”You’re all bright and shiny.” He stated, carefully removing her from him and watching as she took a seat. The words out of her mouth once again dismissed as he glanced at their waitress with a look of utter superiority, an intimidating sight from a wolf with a topaz gaze as raw and commanding as his. She made her way over swiftly and almost seemed to curtsy while he smirked with lazy satisfaction. ”Thirsty?” He questioned, glancing with a sneer to the immortal before indicated the waitress. Yes, I know. Very funny.