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Post by djway on Jan 30, 2010 22:20:01 GMT -5
Lights flashed everywhere and caused DJ's eyes to squint painfully. Noise, chatter, laughter, music they were coming from everywhere but she loved it. Greenwich Village was DJ's home away from home, she'd watched it grow and become what it was today, the carnival like amazement that accosted tourists from every direction. London had been walking for some time, having left her New York apartment at sundown, tired of being locked away in her home. That was the one bad thing about vampirism being trapped in a single building until that god awful ball of gas went below the horizon.
She’d headed immediately for the fountain near New York University, NYU was another home away from home for her, seeing as London was such a knowledge hound. She loved the fountain in the park, it was always surrounded by performers and street musicians. She’d learned how to walk on stilts during one of her outings to the fountain. Now that she was getting close to the center of the park, she could hear the musicians playing. Thankfully children had already been taken home from the park for today, DJ didn’t particularly mind children, but they were annoying and hard to control. Always running around, with their mothers scrambling after them.
The park was deserted where DJ currently was, but she was nearing society quickly, her boot heels click-clacking on the pavement. The click-clacking sped up as the sidewalk widened and the trees opened up to reveal the fountain and all the many revelers enjoying the nightlife of Greenwich Village.
As soon as London stepped one, boot encased foot into the fountain square she drew stares. Her long brown hair was curling becomingly and her amethyst eyes were encircled with black eyeliner, her lashes coated lightly with mascara. Just above the tops of her thigh high boots a black and silver plaid skirt hung and above that she wore a silver halter top with black flowering embroidery. The shirt hugged her curves perfectly and cut out in the back leaving her entire back bare except for a single tie. In short, she looked hot, and men throughout the square were noticing much to the chagrin of their women.
London headed for the fountain in the middle of the square and took a seat there, the water played off the fountain beautifully and she trailed her fingers through the water on the bottom absentmindedly. She loved feeling the fresh air blowing through her hair, after being trapped for so long she was enjoying simply being outside, simply being somewhere else. The dinner she’d brought home the night before hadn’t lasted long as food or as pleasure and she’d let him go sometime in the early hours of the morning. She’d have to find more take out tonight, but she’d worry about food later.
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Post by Adam Connor Ledwith on Jan 30, 2010 23:25:14 GMT -5
I've Got The Gift Of One Liners.
And You've Got The Curse Of Curves.
 You're A Dead Fit,
But My Wit Won't Allow It. [/size][/center] ----------------------------------------------------
"You'll call me soon, right?" Her voice was thick with her spaniard accept, but she was beautiful none the less, "I mean, you wouldn't go back to England with out saying goodbye, would you?" Her lips sprinted a light pout in his direction causing him to smile faintly, "Of course." His answer was blunt, but his eyes were stern as he nodded. Obviously, Adam was not planning on calling. In fact, he had no proposition of seeing this women again. She had agreed that last night was only a one night stand. Yet of course, most women get a bit to glutonous toward him. Adam strapped his arm around her hip and kissed her cheek gently, "Now go about your buisness, I'll call you later." With a hesitant but bright nod, the young women skipped away from him and disapeared into a nearby building. Adam elevated a sigh before slowly walking away. He felt so...synthetic. So fake at times, as though he meant nothing to anyone and everyone meant nothing to him. He was not fully there. He had no purpose in life. Come to think of it, Adam's reputation was great. Girls new that he got around, they knew that he would walk away and never turn back, but they still tagged along. Hoping.
Hoping that one day, they can be the one to change him. They can grasp his heart and make it theirs forever. Hah. What fools. Adam did not fall in love. He did not believe in love. Lust was a different case, a man had to satisfy his desires. One that women had as well, so there was no false procession in this case. Truth be told, Adam was filled with a degenerate denial. He believed in love, but he feared it. Who knew of this? No one. Who would know of it? No one. That was precisely how he would keep it, not that he was accepting that fact himself. He made his way down the simple but crowded streets of New York. Once again, he found himself within these parts. I should go somewhere new, somewhere where I haven't explored yet, but the streets of New York continuously called to him.
The crowded streets, the smell of booze, pretzals, and cooks nuts were appealing to him. This town was alive. Alive with soul and passion. There was nothing that couldn't do here. Adam had crossed the streat and headed down Greenwich Village. Ah, now this was the part of New York that Adam adored. Beautiful women. Beautiful, smart, and artistic. If Adam was to ever fall in love, it would be a women of that sort. Not some dimwit who falls into his every word and craves his sexual attention. These women have caught his temper lately, and soon enough he'd have to redeem to anger management once again, sadly.
Upon entering the nearest park, he thought it would be satifying if he went for a night stroll. One that would calm his nerves. Adam had lost count of how many 'strolls' he has taken the past few days. Uneasy and restless, his heart was clenched between a iron hand that refused to let go. The reason as to why was unanswered. The soft clanking of his shoes made little echoes along the brick path. Taking a moment to relapse and decide which direction he would take.
Deciding to turn little circles around the fountain that plotted itself in the center of Greenwich, his legs took large steps and at a rather medium pace. His light icefilled eyes were distant and had not been paying much attention to any surounding people. The color was brought out slightly from his white button down shirt that hung out of his medium tight black jeans. He had stowed his hands away into his pocket, looking some what dazed. It was a light push against the shoulder that had brought him back into focus. The scent of a leech was strong, although, he did not discriminate against species. His eyes narrowed as he found himself turning and falling gaze upon a women. A vampire. Her beauty was outstanding, but that had never come to shock Adam. Most vampires were beautiful. "Pardom me," His voice was faint, but his lips pulled into a polite but abstruse smirk. "I wasn't paying much attention to where I had been walking." His eyes had drawn across her like drapes. He studied her, envied her beauty, and distrusted her. Adam was expecting a rude and smitten reply. The smirk that crossed his face showed her of his patiance, he was ready for what would come.
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Post by djway on Jan 31, 2010 1:56:27 GMT -5
London was jolted rudely out of her happy food filled thoughts, her nostrils filling instantly with the smell of werewolf. It was a smell most of her kind abhorred, but DJ was always a strange one and for some reason the smell of werewolf didn't bother her. In fact, she kinda liked it. Being that she hadn't been paying attention when she'd gotten bumped, her body slumped forward and her first view of her unintended attacker was his shoes.
Her strange purple eyes drifted slowly up his black pants, the untucked shirt, the slightly open buttons at the neckline exposing delicious flesh and his glorious neck throbbing with life. Those same purple eyes continued further upward as she took in his delectable lips and finally settled into his own ice blue eyes. The two of them stood almost at the same height with the heels on her boots. He was probably around six feet tall, not much taller than her own five foot seven.
A sweet smile crossed her lips, lucky for him she was in one of her sugary sweet moods.
"No need for apologies. I wasn't paying attention and am therefore just as responsible for our little traffic wreck as you are."
She appreciated the fact that this wolf was a fine male specimen, though he did have a bit of a baby face. But despite what he was expecting, London never, ever fawned over a man. She was the one to be fawned over. She never chased, she was always the one being chased.
Well that wasn't true, she did enjoy a good chase every now and then, but it was hard to enjoy chasing when the chase didn't last.
DJ looked him up and down, noticed the expectant look on his face. Oh yes, he expected certain things from her, she could tell. Well he was going to be disappointed, because what he was expecting would never happen with DJ. She was too sophisticated for that, too good.
Rather than give him what he wanted, London looked down at her shoulder which was pale and unblemished. She gestured to it with a smile.
"See, no harm no foul my friend. As long as you are okay that is."
She took a seat on the edge of the fountain, crossing her long legs. She patted the seat next to her, offering for him to join her. Her eyes wandered off to watch the festivities again.
"You may sit if you'd like, I wouldn't be adverse to a little company. My name is Dylan, but you may call me London. Nearly everyone does."
London wasn't completely sure when she and her brother had become London and England, it was not a very imaginative nickname for twins born in London, England but she assumed that it worked well enough for the two of them. Though Mitchell seemed to dislike his own nickname.
"And you are?"
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Post by Adam Connor Ledwith on Jan 31, 2010 19:38:07 GMT -5
I've Got The Gift Of One Liners.
And You've Got The Curse Of Curves.
You're A Dead Fit,
But My Wit Won't Allow It. [/size][/center] ----------------------------------------------------
Adam waited patiantly as he slowly examined the women. The moon's light had been coressing her every angle, radiating her beauty into the stratosphere. She seemed as though she was almost one with the earth, as odd as that sounded. Taking the time to clear his throat, Adam arched a brow in her direction. Her smell was not vulgar as others seemed to him. There was an odd pigmentation to her scent. It held a sweet amiable aroma that seemed to enclave him and lur him into her. Adam never chased a girl. He would charm her, lur her, seduce her; but to actually chase- it has never been done before. Challanges were abundant, fiestier women were rather fun to glamour. In the end of the day, the thrill gave Adam something to gloat about.
None the less she was a vampire. It was rare that he would try to charm one, and when he did- it was usually a dimwitted fool who was still young to the race. This women, this elegant and beautiful women, was not a fool. How did he know? Simply by the way she had presented herself. Although, Adam was expecting a brusque and blunt response. That was unlikely, it seemed. "No need for apologies. I wasn't paying attention and am therefore just as responsible for our little traffic wreck as you are," her nectarous and heavenly voice slipped into the his ears. His heart had nearly swelled up and all the doubts he had carried earlier had slowly faded into dim exsistance.
Seeming not to mind that he was hound, Adam clearly figured that she did not care. Such as he never thought twice about it. The corner of his lips pulled into a tender smile. Brows still arched, he kept his face considerate and thoughtful. Today was taking a turn and relatively for the better. Was her nose not working right? Nor her sense of presance? Coming across a vampire usually meant agressive reactions. It also meant constant deffending of ones territory. For a women of the oppisate species to galiantly accept a werewolves presance; if pleased Adam to a full extent.
Eyes fixated upon hers, he waited till she had fully examined him, just as he had done her earlier. She did not seem displeased, but niether did she seem indulged. How depressing. Merely shrugging off the concept of it, Adam relaxed his facial expression as she took a seat at the edge of the fountain,"See, no harm no foul my friend. As long as you are okay that is. You may sit if you'd like, I wouldn't be adverse to a little company. My name is Dylan, but you may call me London. Nearly everyone does." How odd. Yet Adam held no objections as he nestled beside her. He placed his elbows against his knees, rubbing his face with a hand.
That same luscious voice filled his senses as he took in each word gentely, "And you are?" He couldn't delude that he slightly discontent with her lack of words. He was hoping to listen to her voice some more, which held a soothing semblance about it. Then again, Adam hadn't said one word since their little predicament. Straightening his posture, he redeemed a soft smile, "London." Her name seemed to slip his tounge as his let it sink into his remembrance. "I am Adam," He slowly held out a hand, planing to peck her's gentily. Whether wanting to pursue a women or not, Adam always found it neccisary to act as a gentlemen. "And how may this fond night be treating you, London?" Chiming her name once more, as though to grain it into his system alas.
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Post by djway on Feb 4, 2010 19:44:16 GMT -5
This man, Adam as he had identified himself, was a throwback to the old days and brought up memories..not all of them entirely pleasant. She’d slid her hand delicately into his expecting a shake, only to receive a kiss on her knuckles. He’d done it like a gentleman, a true one, not like the boys today who tried to be one. Those boys would always bend over your knuckles and try to get a rise out of you by tonguing the sensitive spaces between your fingers. Sure, it worked, but the attempted seduction completely negated the whole point of the gentlemanly action. It was a show of respect, kissing the hand of a woman, and men today just didn’t get it.
She smiled knowing that at least some werewolves did.
The action was lovely, but flashed her back to the day she’d met her husband. That was before she became the vicious trollop she was today. He had seen her innocence and naivety and taken advantage of it. But London couldn’t be too upset by it, her husband had unleashed the part of her she enjoyed the most, and he hadn’t tried to cage her to him. Without really even meaning to, her husband had turned her into a far-flying bird and then set her free. His death had saddened her, if only because she despaired of ever finding another man who would allow her the freedom to which she had become accustomed, though she still thought him an idiot for not being more careful.
“It is certainly a great pleasure to meet you Adam. Your actions bring me back to some very fine memories, strange for one so young as you to perform them.” Most women hated to admit their age, not London, she was 82 and still looked 21. She wanted to scream it from the mountaintops, and she would stay that way forever. His words were oddly phrased for these modern times and she wondered if her senses mislead her, perhaps he was really a vampire. He seemed oddly rooted in the times and customs long since disappeared.
“Oh this night was quite boring at first, all alone in my humble abode waiting for that dreaded ball of sun to disappear. But it’s gotten better now, I’ve made a new friend after all.” And perhaps, though she didn’t speak it, perhaps at some time later on they could be consorts, though she wasn’t looking for such things tonight, not from a werewolf at least. London did like to mix feeding and sex, but she did not like to eat werewolves, she may not mind the way they smelled but not even London could stand the way they tasted.
Her hand trailed through the water and her eyes tailed a tall, dark and handsome youth who was walking alone through the park. He didn’t seem in a hurry to get to any destination, perhaps once this encounter with Adam had come to a close she could seek him out. Her tongue smoothed over her lips at the thought, anticipating the sweet taste of the young blood. “Mmm, forgive me, I was distracted. I haven’t yet fed tonight.” She wouldn’t tip toe around the fact, they both knew what she was. “And may I ask how you are this fine night Adam?”
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