THE LEAVES WILL FALL & SO WILL YOU. [VIENNA]

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=151515] There were definitely some aspects of this city Lars called his home that he hated. Broadway was one of them. Actually, most of the tourist hotspots he hated. The reasons being simple - they were infested with tourists, obviously; were crowded as fuck; were considerably more expensive as far as regular commodities compared the rest of the city and finally - this just didn't feel like New York. At least not to him. Most people who'd grown up here as he had, had only been to these attractions a score of times in their entire lifetime. Lars could count the time he'd been on Broadway on one hand including this time. He'd never seen the ball drop on New Years, never had been to the wax museum, only seen one play in his lifetime, never been skating in Rockefeller center, didn't see the Statue of Liberty from his bedroom window, only been to the top of the Empire State Building once on a school trip… you get it. New Yorkers born and raised didn't do this shit. Ever. And maybe for very good reason… considering the vast majority of them had zero patience - having been adjusted to the fastness of the city life itself - and couldn't maintain a humble demeanor in the midst of all these slow talking, sight seeing tourists. The sun had set a half hour or so ago - seemingly sinking straight into the suburban parts of North Jersey. Not long after, Lars creeped out from the apartment he and his wife Giselle had purchased not long after Lars sold his small flat from many years before. Lars wasn't expecting much in the purchase itself, maybe a medium sized art flat or something in some nice area knowing Giselle. But no, she had to get a whole floor in a building overlooking Central Park - you know, the sort of apartment building where the sidewalk outside is heated so the snow melts? Much too lavish, he thought, for the couple who wouldn't even live there full time. He wasn't complaining though.. He was on his way to meet a friend for a show or something. Lars just suggested a beer at the Brass Monkey. But no, he had to drag his happy ass all the way to fucking Broadway. Only to have the said friend cancel the meeting once Lars was already among the throng of tourists on 42nd street. Wonderful. Lars walked on though, not letting the happening bother him too much. He'd at least eaten just before the canceling phone call. Some lovely tourist with a know it all attitude that needed to shut the fuck up one way or another. Lars chose the other way and left her body in the alley. He'd drained the poor woman pretty well - and was slightly unsure she'd make it long enough for someone to find her. Bumping broad shoulders forcefully into the tourists in his quickened pace, Lars moved forward unsure of wear exactly he was going with his free time. The nearest cafe or bar sounded best, the nearest less crowded one, that is. As if he'd find such a spectacle in these parts. That's what you call wishful thinking. THIS IS TAGGED TO VIENNA. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO THURSDAY AS SHE WROTE THIS 560 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, nothing in particular.

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna looked at the curtain covering the windows in her apartment, the sun no longer shone through it and she peaked out to see the dark of the night had set. Heading over the her closet she contemplated what to do with the night and to find something better to wear than the sweat pants she was currently in. As usual, when nothing better to do dawned on her she got ready to go to a bar and get wasted. Vienna felt like that was basically all she had done since she moved to New York, but she didn’t really care. She came to New York to be independent and to do whatever she wanted, what did it matter if that was drink and get tattoos. She wiggled into a pair of dark skinny jeans, something she wore almost every night, no matter where she was going. She turned to the part of her closet that contained her favorite, most worn shirts and pulled on a dark red low cut v-neck that cinched at her waist. She grabbed a random pair of black heels off the floor and pulled them on while walking to the bathroom. She straightened out the few kinks in her long, dark hair and pulled the top half it back, out of her face, except for her bangs. Then she headed out the door with a small amount of cash shoved into her back pocket.

She pushed her way through the crowds, generally dodging people due to the fact she was too small to shove through unless she threw all of her body weight forward, and she still ended up stumbling and generally falling when she did that. She ducked into a small, shabby looking bar that looked like it would contain almost no tourists and everyone there would be looking to have a good time that they wouldn’t remember the next morning. She pulled out a cigarette and lit it as she surveyed the scene in front of her. She walked to the back where the alcohol was located and sat at a high bar stool that her feet dangled off of, far from the ground. She got herself some vodka and waited for something eventful to happen, she’d eventually get up and mingle, but she wasn’t in the mood to yet, that called for a buzz.

Over the talk, mostly yelling, she heard faint music, that would probably be turned louder soon, but the bar had just started filling. To her surprise she heard not a current pop radio station or some techno mix of that playing, but a rock band she hadn’t heard of, which meant it at least wasn’t mainstream. She smiled, approving of the music, even though she couldn’t imagine it staying that way for long, it would change to something with a deep beat, and easy to dance to. She turned to face the door and the crowd, looking at the crowd filing in, maybe she’d find herself a snack tonight, maybe a friend, or then again, she could just find someone to piss off.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=151515] Wishful thinking, however, appeared to be in the tattooed vampire's favor this evening. A simply titled "BAR" was illuminated not very many blocks away. It was mostly a hole in the wall type place, a novelty maybe with no doubt expensive as fuck drinks. The wood framed doors to the medium sized building were set propped ajar allowing the noise of the bar to filter into the sidewalk along with the cool air from within. He figured this little hipster place would do. "Hipster place" was a good way to describe the setting within. But Lars wasn't expecting anything less than a bar filled with men in thick rimmed aviator prescription glasses and facial hair anyway. He was on 42nd street, after all. Hello, theatre geeks. Absentmindedly, Lars was almost searching around for a java cafe attached to the place but found none. Regardless, his stereotypes were on the money. The place reeked of Blue Ribbon. Fucking gross shit, right there. At least he could ease his mind to whatever local indie band they had on the house. Hazel eyes scanned the smallish place. The whole place was brick, darkly lit and had random pieces of artwork on the walls, leading Lars to surmise it served a gentler purpose in the daylight hours. Accessing the crowded bar or a booth. Lars decided to just find an empty space for himself against the dark bar top instead of bothering to occupy the space of a table. He licked his lips at the display in front of him - no not the bartender - the top shelf drinks behind her. He rested his elbow on the bar, his tattooed fingers adjusting his leather jacket somewhat as he waited for the bartender to take his order. Finally she came up to him a he breathed out smoothly, "Some Johnnie on the rocks, top shelf, please." He didn't remember the last time he'd actually used 'please' to order a drink, but the bartender - Chloe, based on her name tag - seemed to appreciate it. As Chloe turned her smiling face away from his, Lars let his eyes wander to the people around him. Mostly humans, no doubt. He could sense a vampire, maybe two - he didn't really care. His brows were still furrowed as he did so, knitted from his previous agitation. His mouth set in a thin line as he waited for his drink. He blinked slowly trying to smooth out his mind in the busy atmosphere. He finally opened them to find the small glass in front of him. He lifer it gently to his lips and took a sip of the scotch, feeling automatically loosened once the burn hit his throat pleasantly. He could feel even his face muscles unclench and over all becoming more leisured. His mind was just wired that way, he supposed. Vampires were odd creatures, lacking the ability to actually get intoxicated… by any substance. Since things like alcohol affected the blood and mind and heart. Lars lacked a heartbeat and a pulse, as did all other vampires. Therefore, any substance had no real effect on them. Mainly, in the early years of his undead existence, he still had his mind bent on the fact that his substance abuse could continue - so his mind let him believe that for a year or so… then it just didn't do anything anymore. He'd found a better release in fucking and killing, enough to accept the fact that drinks and drugs didn't affect him… at all. He still did it for the taste, obviously, and the fact that his mind was still wired to trigger relaxing messages to the rest of his body with the stuff. That's about as intense it got for him now. Pity. A few more sips and minutes passed, the bar took a certain change as did the darkening sky. Purple hues of the sunset gave way to the normal blackness of the night sky and the bar took on music with a throbbing base instead of the whiny voice of the indie singer. Lars just sort of looked behind his shoulder at the crowd apathetically. "What the actual fuck?" he said smoothly to himself, raising the glass to his lips for one final swig before commencing a search in his back pockets for his pack and lighter. THIS IS TAGGED TO VIENNA. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO THURSDAY AS SHE WROTE THIS 760 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, time to bother him!

[Vienna Charavelli]

It seemed so far, that the night would be a drag, but that was okay, she wasn’t looking for anything more. Never one of high expectations, she slouched in her stool, and continued watching others making fools of themselves. Vienna watched as another vampire entered the room, he was a shorter man, and he choose what looked like one of the only bar stools still empty, next to her. Slyly inspecting him, her lip rose into an automatic snarl, he didn’t look like the type of person who belonged in this beaten down place, like he thought it was below him and if that was the case then he shouldn’t be here. People who felt low enough to be here enjoyed being around people who thought even lower of themselves, not some cocky kid, who in New York was probably like that because he was rich or in a powerful gang, in this case she leaned toward the first alternative, but what did she know. She turned her head to get herself another drink and felt her hair whip around, long enough to hit the boy next to her since the bar was so cramped.

“Sorry ‘bout that man.” She muttered, even if she had a feeling she wouldn’t like him it didn’t mean she had to be rude at least not after the fact she had hit him with her waist-long hair, although it brushed him, not like she had whacked him in the face. She removed her cigarette from her mouth with one hand, and took a drink with the other, now that a new one had been placed in front of her. Returning her cigarette to her mouth she looked back to the man next to her in time to hear him swear to himself about the bar. She sighed, why go somewhere if all you were going to do was complain the entire time. Seeing the outside of a bar reflected the inside, and if it didn’t look appealing, it was on to the next one, as simple as that.

“Well, if you don’t like it, get the fuck out.” She muttered in return to the comment, throwing her opinion in where it wasn’t needed, as usual. She twirled a loose hair around her finger and felt someone bump into her from her other side. She looked over at the already wasted human and rolled her eyes in disgust, frankly this was one of the worse places she had gone out to, but she wasn’t here to complain. Well at least I’ll have plenty of snacks to choose from later if I get a little hungry, she thought to herself, looking back at the humans around her. That or if she was extremely irritated, a full stomach was enough to relax most people or at least make them tired enough that the fighting just wasn’t worth it anymore. She found that she was keeping herself occupied the same way a bored high school student would, tipping the stool back and forth, leaning slightly farther each time, as if daring the stool to go too far and fall. At the school she had went to, it wasn’t really possible in most seats, they were either drilled in place next to a table, or missing legs, making them ready to topple with any weight as it was. By the time Vienna had reached high school she had mostly shaped herself as the individual she was, except for the differences in her personality after she was changed.

Due to the misleading guidance her brothers attempted to give her, and lack of attention from her parents, she was swearing at back-talking when she first learned to talk, and seeing herself as an independent fought her way through school, bruising anyone who stood in her way. That was the only way she knew how to get respect, or at least fear, until she was turned which was when her temper cooled to the point where she didn’t punch the first person who looked at her the wrong way, and even when she fought people, she rarely aimed to really hurt them.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=151515] Lars enjoyed the splendors of a good bar when he was in the mood, of course. The problem tonight was that he was neither in the mood, nor was he with company he enjoyed - and this bar wasn't even good. The atmosphere and decor was all you could really ask for, but as before stated, it was the crowd that would eventually grate him the wrong way. His mind was more or less made up, that once he finished one more drink he'd be on his way back around to the lesser known parts of the city. Where you could actually find people worth… anything. It wasn't like he was disappointed, he knew it would be this way in this part of town. He wasn't an idiot, he just needed something to distract his attentions elsewhere until he made the trip to a more enjoyable destination. His torso was temporarily straightened as he reached back to pull out his pack and lighter. He finally found them when the light female voice form besides him decided to pipe up and give her thoughts on his own private musings. His actions paused momentarily, long enough to register what she said and flick his hazel eyes up at her. His face remained stoic, given that he didn't really care about this vampire.. or her opinion. He commenced lighting up, letting the nicotine further satisfy his pleasure and relax him in a whole, even if he had other factors - such as this young bitch in training - work against him. Alas, the New Yorker in him couldn't resist a witty retort. "What, you own the fucking place? Or are you just in with this whole cunt faced crowd? It would certainly suit you, if that's the case." And so it began. It wasn't as if it was really his fault, he was an asshole, so was she, apparently. But there's a distinct difference between him, the asshole who could mind his own fucking business and not give a fuck about his surroundings until it involved him, and this chick, who just had to stick her fucking nose up everyone else's ass. The largest difference, he figured, was a little something called maturity. Something this female vampire lacked in a big way. Lars's patience was never something that was plentiful. Nor was his "good side". It really didn't matter if you'd done anything to him or not, he didn't care for you in a real big way if he didn't know you well enough to care about you. That or you weren't important enough for him to give two shits about your feelings or anything. It was strange to describe, really. He wasn't a bad person, per-se, just not too friendly with people who haven't proved their worth for him to exert the effort in being friendly with them. That being said, it didn't take much to be under his bullshit outlook, like this girl. He was just passive-aggressive, is all. And had been that way for quite a long time. Divorced parents, unusual upbringing, having to grow up to fast, drugs, sex, neglect, hurt, it all sort of added up in the end. Not the world's biggest sob story by far, but enough to permanently shape his attitude. He didn't wait up for her response, not interested that much in it anyways, to order another drink. Preferably his last. If the bitch had any brains she'd just close her mouth and be on her way. Lars wasn't the biggest gentleman in the world, especially when it came to vampire women. He didn't have a single problem slamming her mouth into the bar top and being on his happy way. THIS IS TAGGED TO VIENNA. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO THURSDAY AS SHE WROTE THIS 644 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, tralala!

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna was sick of people who readily complained, they bothered her more than people like her who couldn’t keep their mouths shut, which wasn’t something she liked about herself. If you’re not capable of having fun, or at least making the best of something, then there was no point for you to be there. The pessimists who found it necessary to constantly cry should stay where they were comfortable, in the rooms on a Friday night complaining how no one liked them. She rolled her eyes at the look she had just received, at last she could have fun with a little argument like this, or even if it escalated, it would still be a game for her. Her inability to be fully serious probably had something to do with her not being able to keep her mouth shut, but she would rather live fully without regrets than be polite.

Vienna laughed at his response to her. “Really?” She replied grinning, “Did it take you that long to think of that amazing response, or were you still trying to process what I said?” The one thing Vienna could count on in New York was that there was always a surplus of short-tempered people running around, ready to be in an argument in a second, and not even care the next day. She didn’t like people in general, including herself, but when she was with others she much preferred an argumentative spirit rather than a docile one. She loved to test other people’s limits, and it had grown to have zero effect on her. She often found herself in screaming matches with other people, or at least them screaming since she rarely raised her voice, and would walk away laughing the next minute congratulating them for being able to stand their ground. The only part that irritated her anymore was the people-pleasers who always cried. They always started giving her the opinion they thought Vienna would agree with, and when it got challenged they either shifted immediately, agreeing they were stupid, or could hold an argument for a max of 5 minutes before bursting into tears running away.

As a human, Vienna had probably gotten into more fights than she had since she changed. She had broken the majority of the bones in her body at one point or another, some of them her own fault, but mostly others. She had broken bones of others, liking to take a swing at someone’s jaw if she got herself in trouble, must humans at least stopped fighting after their jaw was smashed. Her interest in fighting faded as she learned that they could go on quite long after no one had permanent damage done, and could heal just about as quickly as the punches had been dished out, there was no adrenaline rush present in it anymore, just the bullshit underneath that started the fire. Rolling her eyes again, something she did so frequently she never noticed any more, she took another swallow of her drink and wondered how long the boy next to her would even put up with her.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=151515] There's something people rarely understand about Lars Trell, actually, there's a lot of things. But the one of upmost importance was this: he really didn't give a fuck, not about what you said or who you are - not before he knows you, at least. There were a few other things one could list that were irregular in his ways - but right now this one was the one that really mattered. He was basically perpetually twenty years old, and therefore he'd made his mind that he had the means to get away with acting as such. He took anther drag of his cigarette after his response, moving his gaze foreword, disinterested in her answer. She cracked one up, sure, he was't surprised. Petty words from strangers did little to irk him, even in a premeditated agitation that he had previously encountered. Fact of the matter was, he had his drink and his smoke now, and thus getting more contented with his current standings. He didn't have much to be so grueling about besides the present. after all, the future was bright, as was the recent past. He'd just gotten married, bought a dog, life was swell, really. However, that didn't shut off his nature to be an asshole - to anyone and everyone. It didn't matter how "happy" you caught him, he'd still be a passive-aggressive ass to you, just not in such a spiteful way, maybe. Some call it an attitude problem, Lars called it growing up underprivileged in Brooklyn. He wouldn't have it any other way, though, since he quite liked his sparkling personality. His own lips twitched up momentarily when she was through speaking, he didn't let his eyes stray from their home on the bar top, however, until he spoke for himself, "I just had more important things to before concentrating my time on being witty to some immature bitch like you," he grinned. This was practically a sport for him, it really never got old, and he quite enjoyed it. Not to mention he wasn't the sort of testosterone driven man that could loose any self control as far as aggression went. Verbal encounters were commonplace and usually well scripted from years of experience and smooth talk. The cogs in Lars's mind worked at the pace of the city he currently inhabited, especially when it came to words. Persuasive and chosen correctly, he could almost make anyone (especially his wife) bend to his will. It was a gift, really, one that made him extremely arrogant, obviously. Lars didn't spend too much effort on trying to figure out his current counterpart's deal, though. As much as one can reiterate, he didn't care about or for her enough to try and waste thoughts on "trying to figure her out". He could be open minded and understanding, sure, he prodded himself on it, too. But the fact of the matter was, he wasn't about to be any kind of considerate on such a petty matter. She chose to interfere on his private musings, she invited herself to be ripped apart verbally, and literally if he felt he was through and she needed to shut the fuck up, there'd be no hesitation on going fucking Jersey Shore on her ass. End of discussion. THIS IS TAGGED TO VIENNA. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO THURSDAY AS SHE WROTE THIS 563 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, I DID NOT JUST MAKE A JERSEY SHORE REFERENCE, fucking shit!

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna rubbed her forehead and sighed. She wondered how old the asshole she was sitting next to her was, she really was only in her twenties, so this behavior was expected by anyone with a brain. She took another drink and then raised her cigarette to her mouth, a subconscious activity; the two habits always went together in her world. She had started both, along with different drug experimentation when she was still human and young, but it escalated even farther 8 years ago, when she found herself with new strength, and a new thirst. Currently, she was still disinterested in the situation her attitude had sparked. She grew up fighting and could never last long without an argument of some sort, it made her content that even if others may have better lives then her, she could at least deal better. It made her day when someone blew up at her, and after they let out all their feelings she casually replied with a smirk and a sentence along the lines of, ‘Congratulations on making a complete asshole of yourself, I hope you feel better.’ No matter what they did to her, whether she was punched in the face, or just called a bitch, she would turn on her heels and walk away with that same smirk on her face, unaffected by the events.

Vienna enjoyed pointing out how other people’s were bitchy and aggressive because the majority of people would never own up to either, but the fact was, almost everyone was just as much of an asshole as Vienna, they just didn’t embrace it the same way. She smiled at the reply she received. “Well I’m glad you’ve got your priorities straight.” Vienna answered, slightly irked by the grin on his face, arguments weren’t half as fun if the other person was enjoying it as much as you. Her lips pulled together in a tight line and one of her hands balled into a fist at her side. It wasn’t enjoyable to argue with someone who was as much of a narcissist as herself. From past experiences she learned no one ever won, limbs were broken, and tempers flared. As casual argument didn’t seem to be in the cards tonight but that was okay, Vienna would just have to change her outlook on the progressing night. Her gaze wondered around the bar, it was a complete mess in this place. Through the dark lighting, and in some places, heavy dust, she could make out wood paneling breaking, chipped painting, and old scratched pictures, it almost seemed that this place once had an attractive atmosphere, but it was hard to imagine now. She turned back to the shelves of liquor in front of her and contemplated the various things that choose to run through her mind at this time. Vienna had a fierce temper when she lost it, which was rare these days, and something you would hope wasn’t directed towards you.

[Ellie]

[atrb=width,350,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=2][bg=151515] Lars didn't give much attention to her response besides a slight turn in his head and eye contact. His shallow mind quickly came to the conclusion that she looked like the spawn of the crypt keeper. Clad in skinny jeans and plain attire, she wasn't making a lasting impression. Even with her attitude she would be as quickly forgotten as she came into the equation. He wasn't one to hold grudges over petty things such as this, it was too much work. Gripping up his glass once more, Lars took a longer swig of his drink before setting it down farther away from him. He disattatched himself form the bar top to shuffle once more through his pockets, cigarette dangling between his lips. He'd decided he would hop on the subway and make his way into some industrial club blaring Nine Inch Nails or something similar - just because he was in that sort of mood, not the current bass that the hipster tracks were slamming out through the small interior. Finally fishing out his wallet, he placed down the due amount and folded himself up to start heading out. He knew the best way to get to people like the woman next to him was to not give them the satisfaction of wining the battle, or as Lars was accustomed, replying wittier in comparison - and then letting them know you really don't give two fucks about them either way. Lars stood with his back straightened at the bar for a moment as Chloe the bartender came to scarf up his money and drink, he gave her a small smile and nod of thanks as she told him to come again, etc etc etc. Lars and the common working woman - a strange relationship thanks to his mother. He took another drag before turning himself toward the door, and incidentally toward his previous world slinging partner. His before placid face turned to a blasé look of unimportance, a brow raised in her direction. His hazel eyes narrowed as the pierced her in the side glance, body weaving through the crowd and out into the night streets that had become more populous in the few moments he'd been within the bar. THIS IS TAGGED TO VIENNA. ELLIE HAS BEEN LISTENING TO NOTHING AS SHE WROTE THIS 381 WORD POST HERE WHERE LARS IS WEARING THIS, AND SHE'D ALSO LIKE YOU TO KNOW, sorry its sooooo short :/ uhmuhm, IDK, you can follow him or end it or whatever totes up to you..