A Quiet Night [Yvette]

[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna wondered into the forest, tired of running into the tourists in Paris. She had caught herself a snack on the way into the dark, a woman stupidly walking around drunk in the dark where no one else was to be seen. She made a quick meal of her, not being sadistic about it, just draining her for the energy source, which was all Vienna viewed her meals as, unlike the vampires that found it fun to play with their food. She swung herself into a tree, and sat on one of the lowest branches, watching the moonrise in the sky, it was a full moon and stubbornly, she refused to believe there could be trouble from a werewolf. She whistled lightly, the still night carrying the tune away into the darkness and proving that at least for now she was alone; there was nothing else to hear in the little area around her, at the edge of the woods. The moonlight glinted of her pale skin, a trait she hated, always jealous of the dark skin the rest of her Italian family had that decided to skip her. Her hair whipped around her face in the picking up wind and she pulled a dark band off her wrist and wrapped her hair into a high, tight ponytail.

She waited for the other night creatures to find their way to the outskirts of the city, because she found it difficult to believe that she could be alone on a night like this in a forest, there should be vampires looking for food, and werewolves going crazy. She began to whistle again, realizing she had stopped when she was thinking, and found her way to a branch towards the middle of the high tree. She could see a far stretch of the forest from here, and still see out to see if someone was joining from either side of her, and hopefully make out if they looked like friend or foe, before they found her.

She took in a deep breath and could tell there was another vampire nearby, but not close enough for her to be concerned just yet. She could also smell the sweet flowers in the trees, and on the ground around her. She smiled, glad to be in a peaceful environment, she had left New York to be out in the open for a while, but often forgot other cities in the world were often congested to, they just didn’t have quite the knack for it that New York did. She swung her legs back and forth underneath her, similar to the way a child would, and wondered if she would get company, maybe by a younger vampire like herself, because the majority of older ones she had met seemed to have lost their curiosity and trust in the world around them. Vienna wasn’t looking to give up either very soon, and enjoyed socializing with others of her kind when she ran into them.

[yvette gabrielle audley*]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] What was it with Yvette and nature as of late? First a romp by the river, then a walk through the garden and finally tonight she found herself in a forest on the outskirts of Paris. Perhaps she was finding herself taking a liking to hermitage, or perhaps she was just letting her feet do the thinking. Whatever the case was the end product was a Ms. Audley wandering aimlessly through the brush. The moonlight was filtering through the tree branches, and bounced of the immortal's exquisite locks, which true to form were allowed to hang down her spine in soft ringlets. Her lips, too were in their habitual state - a small smirk curling the outermost seams. Well wasn't this grand? Someone was out here with her. She'd expected this. No matter how far away from "civilization" there was always company to be found. It was more difficult to avoid people than to find people. And this wasn't just any people. Yvette could recall the scent, that particular perfume. Ms. Charavelli, no doubt. Her lips twitched, amusement dancing in those reserved steel eyes as she took her time in approach. She slipped through the foliage as if she were a knife through butter, sliding easily and without aims other than the eventual destination. And soon enough she was in the clearing that Vienna, too, occupied. "Popular night for a stroll it seems. Though this is a far cry from Central Park." Her lips ticked, brows knit together in a playful gesture - taunting and japing to the last. They were friends. An odd strain of the relation but definitely more friendly than unfriendly. "You look a little bit like a cheerleading couch. Or a soccer mom minus the worry lines." She smirked, always pointing out faults in this particular being but then that was how they were - perfectly honest and open with what they were thinking. She hadn't fed this evening, and that made her tense, far more springy and prone to predator notions than she would be had she bothered to drop into a club and have dinner. That just seemed a hassle at present though. She would have kept Charavelli waiting and that would have been a crying shame now wouldn't it have? Not that she'd purposefully sought out the American. Yes, no matter what the actual origin was if you lived in America Yvette classed you as an American. That was neither good nor bad to be labeled as, simply a hard fact of life and existence when it came to this particular immortal. She was standing there, hands limp at her sides and her head slightly tipped as she eyed her companion as if trying to make sense of her being in this particular setting. Of course the best way to find that out was; "So why are you here, Vienna?" Ah, bluntness. Not a gracious What a pleasure to have you in Paris but a stout Why? -------------------------------------------------- count: who cares outfit: i'll do it later x] comments: hehehe xD..

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[Vienna Charavelli]

Vienna could hear a rustling coming nearer, a sly one; a wondered who might be approaching her, the scent of the girl was fairly familiar, but not enough to identify it, mixed with everything else in the dark forest. As she heard the voice next to her and saw her friend she felt a blush rise on her cheeks, she couldn’t recognize Yvette, until that crisp voice broke the silence of the night. A grin spread across her pale face, her white teeth shining through full, dark red lips. “Oh well, Central Park is quite dull compared to this little forest in Paris, how could they even compare?” Vienna replied to her friend, her light voice laced with heavy sarcasm. As she hopped out of the tree she had found herself in she waited for whatever sly comment the girl who looked like her sister would make.

“Cheerleaders are quite flexible, so I’ll take that as a compliment, and soccer moms, well I wouldn’t fuck with one, I don’t care if I’m immortal, they’re intimidating bitches.” Vienna smiled, knowing that the open teasing was in fun, but still one to defend her choices till the end, low ponytails looked Amish, and her straight, silky hair always found its way out of them. She thought of another way her friend had just insulted her, “Excuse me, but I look 19, and I don’t think I’d be an acceptable coach, and I’d be an idiot who had never heard of a condom if I were a mom.”

Vienna liked her relationship with the girl in front of her, honest to the point that it was rude. “You look you could use a brush, when the last time you tried to get some of those knots out of your hair?” She commented, relaxed here. “I’m here, Ms. Yvette, of course because I was stalking you darling, I thought you might need someone around to keep you down to size, I can’t have a conceited friend, no, no, no.” A mischievous smirk had found its place on her face, “Oh and there’s the fact that anyone who lives in New York year round is constantly in desperate need of a vacation, preferably a place without rats that could bite off a finger if you set your hand down in the wrong place.” Vienna knew that Yvette also like to travel and frankly she didn’t care why she choose Paris. She just boarded the first plane she could get on and woke up in Paris, turns out that her limited French knowledge might come in handy at some point after all, even if it was just to tell someone her shoe size in order to pair a pair of ridiculously expensive shoes to lay on her closet floor, and be worn on occasion.

“What are you doing in a forest?” Vienna did feel the need to ask though, “I thought you weren’t a nature person.” While Vienna went on hikes and photography sprees, she had a feeling that wasn’t Yvette’s thing. Not everyone could spend eternity in forest after forest, changing the pattern occasionally for a mountain or desert.

[yvette gabrielle audley*]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] The immortal's relationship with this particular woman was not unlike that of a younger sibling, or a twin - a rivalry between the two which was both tangible and mild. It was harmless, in a sense, but promised to be a perilous battle should it ever come to that. The look on Vienna's face was one nearly of embarrassment, something that Yvette reveled in with an entertained smirk. "All of New York is quite dull in comparison to the Eiffel Tower." It was stated simply and without much interest, an idle comment for her boring remark. Yes, Charavelli had been sarcastic but Ms. Audley was the more level headed of the namesake and cooly looked on with a congenial grin. "So you aspire to be flexible and a fat cow that charges if you get close to its van? My, my…" Chuckling ruefully, the woman eyed the high ponytail disdainfully for several more moments before she seemed to have had her fill. "Well it's too late for children, Vienna darling." That was something that Yvette would never be sorry for. No children indeed. That wasn't a loss as far as she was concerned. She would never miss not having a tyke to cart around and raise and worry for. No she was far too self important to handle such nonsense as diapers and whatnot. You look like you could use a brush, when was the last time you tried to get some of those knots out of your hair? I'm here Ms. Yvette, of course because I was stalking you darling, I thought you might need someone around to keep you down to size. I can' thane a conceited friend, no no no. The female smirked, pausing as she made a half turn as if to walk away - what made her stop? The comment about rats. Laughing aloud, her head tipped back and she sighed as the wave passed. Ah. The rats of New York. Yes, filthy city that sardine can. What are you doing in a forest? Now that was a funny question to ask. Funny girl. I thought you weren't a nature person. Well that was true enough, and Yvette graced it with a smile in thought. True enough indeed. "Why I was stalking you of course. See in trying to make sure I didn't grow arrogant your head has grown abnormally large and I think I'll have to pop it…like you would a balloon or a pimple." Grinning at the thought of her friend's head being a zit she could merely poke with a needle. -------------------------------------------------- count: who cares outfit: i'll do it later x] comments: hehehe xD..

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[Vienna Charavelli]

Anyone who walked by while Yvette and Vienna were talking would have to assume the two bitterly hated each other, much like frenemies, and only talked because of some unknown factor that made it so they were meant to act civil. The truth was that it was a good friendship, an honest, open one. They both had big personalities, but they generally meshed better than expected. She smoother her hair back as her friend continued to stare, a high ponytail worked for her whether Yvette appreciated or not. It let her bone structure show and kept her long hair orderly. She wasn’t much of a ponytail person in general, but when she wore one, it was always high. She smiled at her friend, continuing to joke with her.

“I never said I wanted to be a cow,” Vienna answered slyly, “I just want to be scary, but I do have fangs.” She grinned, flashing her pearly teeth with a threatening look set on her face that if it were serious, would surely make anyone frightened. “These fangs could use a snack too…”She trailed off leaving it open for Ms. Audley, she didn’t need a snack, but it would be nice. She found herself breaking out into laughter as she was being walked away from, she enjoyed when her comments did in fact hit home, not to be mean, but then she knew she wasn’t the only one who thought so. She calmed down as her counterpart laughed; New Yorkers and foreigners both enjoyed any crack about the city. As much as anyone their loved the city, they loved to complain and the filthy parts weren’t their choice of living, they swore tourists brought them with. Foreigners always enjoyed a joke about anyone else’s hometown, especially one considered to be glamorous and sought out.

“You must be a mediocre stalker then, otherwise you should’ve found me days ago love, I’ve been terrorizing this little city of yours for quite awhile.” Her usual smirk found its way onto her face, when she had been human; she swore her face would wrinkle into the familiarity of that smug, condescending look. “Why if my head needs to be popped I’m terrified for you, it may be too far, I’m not sure there’s anything left in there other than some air. Poor little monster.” This girl was a sister to Vienna, and there was definitely some competition in their teasing, but neither clear out won for the most part. It was known though, that if something went wrong the snide comments would be put aside and a caring friend would emerge.