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[Trey Forze]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=EAEADD] Trey smiled as Nada finally woke up, now in his apartment. He had dropped her on his dark brown leather sofa when he came in and headed straight to the kitchen. Right now, he assumed she was dizzy or would be quite soon after realizing the energy it took to jump up after fainting. He returned to his family room with a sandwich and chips on a pearl-colored plate. He walked past where Nada was now standing and sat on his couch, facing a the one deep red wall in the room, with a large TV mounted to the wall, with a small, but long table underneath, that held a candle, and pictures of his family from back when he had one. "You’re in my apartment darling, being burnt to death didn’t exactly sound like fun and I was about to leave you passed out in a street. "Trey replied to her calmly, patting the seat next to him on the couch. " Come, eat. You need to or you’re not going to feel any better.” The curtains were pulled on all the windows in the room, but with generous lighting and the cozy feel he had introduced to his apartment, it didn’t feel dark or scary. He made it a comforting place, just because he was a vampire didn’t mean he lived with marble floors, dark walls and everything from couches to vases being blood red. His floors were a tasteful cherry wood, his couch chocolate brown, and his accessories bright while maintaining the feel of a man’s house. He made it a place to enjoy if he was going to spend all of his day in the place and more often than not, his night with some gorgeous woman he never remembered the name of in the morning. He assumed she was still processing the news, he could understand that. I took years to fully come to terms with this, along with the rest of them. Hearing it secondhand can’t be much easier, yes you don’t have to accept it happening to you, but how do you believe it if it hasn’t? He reached over to the remote on his glass side table, and turned the television on mute, waiting for Nada to talk, he could be patient, he should be patient, and even compassionate with this girl, seeing as what he had just introduced her to. She could stay all day, or she could leave, as long as Trey believed her to be feeling fine again that is.

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The Count:422
Outfit:….
Notes and Stuff:l….

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[nada harper]

"You...live here. Seriously?" she questioned, studying the rather stylish room. "This is going to sound totally cliche`. But I thought a Vampires place would be a bit more...ahh" she paused, shrugged and continued. "I don't know. Dracula-ish. Now that I think about it. That's kind of stupid huh?" she said walking to him but sitting on the floor in front of the small table he had set her sandwich on, rather than next to him as he's offered earlier.

Despite that fact that now she was freely acknowledging his being a Vampire, she wasn't so keen on sitting next him and inadvertently offering up a snack. Be he, willing or not, to take a bite out of her.

"So..." she stopped taking a big bite of her sandwich, swallowing the chunk after only three chews. "It's day time right? Aren't you supposed to be asleep or something. Like in a coffin, or a bed of dirt or what not?" she asked. Feeling so idiotic for asking what to him most have seemed such inane questions, but to her seemed pretty basic.

Exactly what was fact and was fiction about all she knew about vampires. If she pulled a cross, would he shrink away hissing or burst into flames, or he simply put a finger to it and say 'ew...ee...ow that really hurts' in some bored tone not meaning a word of the childlike sounds he was making. If she ate garlic and breathed on him would he melt. Now there was a interesting thought, that put Trey in a wicked witches outfit as she melted in the Wizard of Oz.

Moronically Nada smiled to herself, inadvertently do her impression of the wicked witch as she melted saying 'oh what a world, what a world.' in her harsh scratchy witch voice as she turned into a black and green puddle of goo. Causing to wonder if Trey really did melt if he'd be a red puddle, and not even realizing that her entire mental conversation was being spoken aloud in front of Trey.

[Trey Forze]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=EAEADD] Trey laughed as she looked around his apartment and was stunned by the modern, stylish furniture. "Well, some crazies are content to live in houses that are painted with only black and red and that, may also house several dungeons, I however, am not one of those crazies.," He smiled, some people who loved being vampires, living forever and all, thought to embrace by painting their houses in true 1920’s Dracula style(or whenever it was). He embraced it in different ways, his strength he cherished, his speed, and the hunt. He watched as she sat on the floor rather than the couch and understood why, but it was a naïve hope, if he did plan on taking a bite out of her, putting an extra foot or so would do nothing to save her, putting the whole city between them was unlikely to save her, luckily for this little human, he wasn’t interested in a snack currently. "I don’t have to sleep all day just like you don’t have to sleep all night. I can sleep at night, the middle of the day, never, it doesn’t really matter. I generally sleep after about 1 am, with someone else in my bed. And it’s a nice king-sized bed too, not a coffin, or dirt, you think I would allow dirt in my spotless apartment?” He asked teasingly, the truth was that every vampire’s lifestyle was immensely different, those who couldn’t embrace it often went out all day, being careful to stay in the shade, living in very overcast cities. Others simply refused to go out during the day, either terrified of the sun or just content to be night creatures. And then of course, there were those like Trey who didn’t worry about the time of day, because when you lived forever time no longer mattered. Listening to Nada speak, Trey could guess the rest of this conversation had not been meant for him. His lips were twitching in the effort to not burst out laughing, but why should he expect her to know any better? When she finished her little play on the melting death of Trey he softly put a hand on her shoulder. ”Darling, I don’t melt for anything, definitely not garlic or a cross. The sun won’t really melt me either; it will kill me, just like a fire can kill a human, burning them not melting them.” His voice was gentle and unassuming, trying to offend her little fantasies or embarrass her more than she was already going to be. He lifted his hand off her again and tucked his hands neatly on his lap. “I think you should keep eating.” He added quietly.

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The Count:436
Outfit:….
Notes and Stuff:Just tell me if I wrote something wrong, I wasn’t sure if all of that was spoken aloud or not, I can always edit it for you..

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[nada harper]

"Eating. Good idea." she nodded holding up the chips she was currently snacking on. b]"And the no sleeping, no coffin, no dirt, no melting is all due-ly noted. Now what about killing?"[/b] she asked enthusiastically, then winced for such a poor choice of wording.

Really. Really? What about killing? Why not just stamp drain me now across your neck? she chided, mentally slapping herself for such trite words and the moronic excitement showed when saying them. She might as well of been a six year old in a candy store for all the ease she having at hiding her emotions. Normally she could hold a poker face with the best of them, but this new 'Not the only freak in the show' thing was really messing with her head.

"Sorry bad choice of wording." she shook her head. "How do you die?" she stopped looked straight ahead and shook head again, as though trying to dispel all inane and possibly offensive questions from her head questions "Okay worse choice of wording." she stated before looking back to him. "Aside from the sun, what do you consider harmful to your person?" she asked slowly, carefully choosing each word to make it apparent she had no intention of killing him, but was simply curious about his kind.

Now that she truly believed they were real she wanted to know and everything and since he seemed to be so conveniently forth coming. She saw no reason to stop asking least of all run screaming for the door like a banshee. As she was sure any sane woman facing this situation would be doing.

But then Nada hadn't considered herself the normal version of sane for years now. She wasn't waking up screaming because of some memory she saw it was good day. And now entertaining the idea that she might not be the only one with her little talent was making this a Great day.

[Trey Forze]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=EAEADD] Trey wondered if it was the fainting episode that was making this girl speak the way she was, or if that was how she truly was and if that happened to be the case, he would be kicking her out of his apartment as quickly as he could, without offending the poor soul of course, he needed intelligent, sophisticated conversation, not Hollywood junk. Once again he found himself laughing and assumed this girl was smart enough to not mean what she said. Calming himself he waited patiently for her to collect her thoughts and try again. He didn’t mind her asking how he died, it wasn’t offensive to him, he trained his whole life to accept his mortality and defend it the best he could, of course, in his hunt to be the best soldier her could be, the only purpose life had given him, he technically gave up his mortality, since he was in fact dead. Some days he doubted his choice, but other days he thanked himself for it and avoiding the mundane human life. “The only things that can kill me are the sun, fire, and certain bites from a werewolf.” He answered nonchalantly. “Like a werewolf would have to go to the extreme of decapitating me, or tearing me in half, of course, none of them are strong enough to do that to me.” A smile came on his face as he bragged slightly and he paused before continuing again. “But a werewolf would have to use his fangs for both because they contain the poison that kills me, or something. If he just wrapped those claws around me and yanked it off, I could still go get it reattached.” So maybe he went a little too far, but that’s who he is. After all, in war he had seen plenty get decapitated and was likely responsible for many of them. His life was a gruesome one and he had a tendency to forget that others hadn’t lived through the same things as him.

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The Count:342
Outfit:….
Notes and Stuff:Sorry this took me ages..

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