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Post by Charlotte Marie. on Jul 28, 2010 1:47:33 GMT -5
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Charlotte watched as every one was socializing. She wasn't one for parties but she came anyways, just in case there was someone she found tasty. She glanced around quietly looking for her next prey. She spotted a young gentle walking toward her, as she sipped on her drink she let out a small smirk. He came up to her and introduced himself. "Hello there, you look a bit lonely. Mind if i join you?" She smiled sweetly and watched him as he sat down beside her. "Be my guest, I'm Charlotte by the way." She smiled and turned to sip her drink once more. The male was very tall and didn't look to handsome but he would make a great meal for Charlotte if she could lure him. They started getting into a nice conversation and the male finally felt as if he could trust her. Charlotte knew that it was now or never so she sat up right in her seat and asked kindly, "Shall we go somewhere quieter, more private?" She smirked as those words left her lips, of course the young man would. He was probably thinking it was for sex. Charlotte got up as the male led her to a quiet room, she knew that his warm blood flowing in her mouth would be a wonderful sensation. As she waited for him, she slowly sat down on a chair, moving her glossy blond hair behind her ears. She noticed a picture of him and what appeared to be his his wife in his pocket. She laughed a bit at what a horrible husband he was, but that was okay. He wouldn't be around for long. The male walked in and sat beside her, naturally he started to kiss her neck. So she made a fake moan to keep him going, she entwined her fingers in his hair and slowly pulled his head to the side. She licked his neck quietly making sure her teeth would go in nice and easily and then stuck them in. The male moaned not knowing what was happening so Charlotte just continued. Once she was done she quietly put him down, making sure she didn't make a noise. She knew that people would wonder but they would never know what happened, so she got up and quietly but quickly walked alway. Once she was back out where the party was she made sure she still looked stunning so she could get more victims. She patiently waited sitting there watching as the people had their fun. She would have more fun later on. Word count; 490. Outfit; i30.tinypic.com/2u4r3tv.jpg
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Post by Slevin Sin Kalevra on Jul 28, 2010 19:28:05 GMT -5
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Sin was determined to get his first job done, and then be on his merry way not really wanting to attempt the job he was just given… But to finally get back at the great Alianne Rose Ambrose and her husband… oh, now that would be a great challenge for him… No… he was done with his past… He spent far too long hunting her down and wanting revenge on her… Finally, after getting over her and pushing it all aside, she falls flat into his lap just like that… It hit him… this wasn’t coincidental… They knew where she was the entire time… They just wanted the hit to be done at the most opportune moment… and what better way than on a yacht filled with Vampires and Werewolves… Some of which would rather see each other bits and pieces… He knew he wouldn’t mind seeing the wolves like that… and maybe a couple of vampire heads for his collection… He pushed the thoughts to the side. He had a mission to finish, and a sniper to put together… Which was in the case on the other side of the room… Suddenly, he heard something… Footsteps… He reached for his knife, but before he could even pull it out, he found a hand around his neck, and he was up against the wall… That woman… The one distracting Ali… What is she doing here? Aw, too bad you’re kind of cute, I’m not the ones for game either, you smelly little ball of whatever species you are. What do you want with my niece? Vampire… He should have known… Not many can get past the speed of a werepanther… then again… She shouldn’t have been able to do so either, but he was distracted and caught up in his emotions… That will never happen again Listen Lady, I have no idea what the hell you are on or what the fuck you are talking about, so I suggest you let me go or this will not end well… Not for you or your Badgley Mischka Dress -----------------------------------------------
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Victor Ambrose
Your Guardian Angel, I'll be there... Your Cursed Monster, I'll be there...
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Post by Victor Ambrose on Jul 28, 2010 19:58:25 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000]You can go home if you want. I know you dont want to be here. Its not your kind of thing. Ali, don’t be silly, I love spending time with you, and you know more than anyone I need the time off from all that has happened today. I haven’t had a moment to myself to be able to spend time with you. And that was true. He would come home late and find her staring out into the window. He would ask her what was wrong, but she would never tell him. A deep breath and she would play her little acting trick to tell him she was fine and that everything was okay. He knew that she would tell him in due time, when she was ready, but lately, it seemed like she would tell him after who knows how long. Maybe when he finally has enough time to call in a break, he would sit her down and ask her what was bothering her, but for the mean while, he would just have to spend as much time as he could with her. He turned his attention to Rose, extending the politeness she gave him back on to her. About we keep it like any other visit, Mr. Ambrose. Agreed Ms. Decumbry. I’m doing good, thank you. I hope your fairs are all well. How did business jump or fall after our mishap commercial shoot? Yes, my business seems to be moving along at a comfortable rate for me. As for the mishap after our commercial shoot, it’s as if it never happened. They are all doing wonderfully and brilliantly without my presence there. My previous assistant seems to be doing the job better than I could have ever anticipated. You’ll have to excuse me lovebirds, I have ladylike business to attend to. You know powder room and such. Sweep her off her feet Victor, convince her water is her friend, other enemies lurk on land. Will do Rose. Will Do. And with that he turned to Ali and asked her his question again, seeing as she didn’t answer it to begin with. Ali, are you okay? Im just fine. Unlike you though. Sweetheart....Go home and relax. And there she does it again. Her attention leaves her for a split second long enough to get her super tense and on edge to the point he can’t get her attention back until she has had her fun in her head. Okay Ali. What’s wrong? Talk to me love… And he knew what would follow… A smile, a warm loving touch, and probably the usual “I’m Fine Vic.” He was expecting it, and he was going to do what he usually does at those moments. He would hug her softly, kiss her forehead once more, look her in the eyes and tell her that he was here for her whenever she needed him. Probably after that he would put on his own fake smile and laugh it off with everyone else, have a couple of drinks, and head to his room in the Yacht.
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Post by THE HOST on Jul 29, 2010 0:12:16 GMT -5
ANNOUNCEMENT
The ship has now departed. Any other guests willing to join must post their arrival in past tense. The time is now ten thirty. You have an hour and a half to enjoy the party before the left hull of the ship is destroyed. The guests and staff are still unaware of the events to come.
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nada harper
Look into my eyes. Now go away, shoo.
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Post by nada harper on Jul 29, 2010 0:33:36 GMT -5
Nada stood before him, her expression a mixture of wicked amusement, as she arms sat lossly about her waist and she pondered his words.
"Entering a world of pain. I'm all yours. Take me, one more time? I promise to make it up to you."
"Promise Huh?" she repeated, wondering how a total stranger was going to make up standing her up. When this was the first time they'd ever met. Though she was thankful he was playing along with her little rouse to ward off Con. She didn't need or want him getting her over her. But this guy, she didn't know thus he was expendable.
Though she hated to think of it that way. She hated the idea of using someone for her own gain. But at the moment it was necessary. So she continued the game without further thought on the matter. "So I give you another chance and you promise to make it up to me." she restated, rising a brow to make seem as though he would regret such words. "And how pray tell will you be doing that?" she questioned, truly curious. She'd heard the line before and normally the only promise it brought, was the promise of free drinks and a possible one night stand after. However she didn't need this meeting seeming like first time event. "Will you buy me a few drinks, dance the away with me while whispering naught little nothings into my ear. Or will you be buying me some expensive gift. Jewels, roses...Clothes? Or..." she trailed off, stepping up to him lacing her fingers with his as she leaned forward and whispered what she really wanted in his ear. "Will you take me to BK after this and get me Whooper with fries and a coke?" She asked, pulling away with soft sincere smile on her face.
"I'm all for the finer things in life." she stated, "But when some of those finer things look and smell like something that came from a bait and tackle shop off the back roads of some pond. I'll take America's number cause for obesity every time." she shrugged, without the slightest hint of care for the hosts choice in menu.
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Rose Decumbry
The curse of mortality is what ties us to reality.
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Post by Rose Decumbry on Jul 29, 2010 8:48:59 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] The thing about Rose and her family; you didn’t mess with them. If you did mess with them, you got the bull with the matador. She had always been that way, her and her spunky attitude when she was riled up about something. It didn’t take much to do that either, her temper being one of a ticking bomb. When you came into Rose’s territory, she liked to consider you playing on her ground and her rules. You didn’t play by the rules; you ended up being disposed of. Rose was peering into the eyes of this thing, her hate amplifying. She wanted to scream profanities at him and snap that pretty little neck of us. In fact, she thought she would.
With force, she pushed him through the door, though it remained unbroken. Tossing him on the bed with little effort, Rose kicked the door shut behind her. She cursed herself for she was about to do something very unladylike and against her education. Rose walked into the bed, falling so that she straddled him. Her legs were pinned against his arms, his jaw in her iron clasp once more. “See, I don’t like being underestimated…” she said slowly, narrowing her eyes at him.
Based upon her size, he probably thought she wouldn’t be able to hold such her own. It really was quite annoying. Rose leaned down so that her lips were almost touching his. Oh, the torturing section, what she enjoyed possibly the most about getting into spats with people. Hearing them scream when she bit into them skinned a part of them. And now he was playing stupid? Rose sighed again, before backhanding him with blinding force. “I told you before; I don’t like games. You are pressing that button.” she looked some blood off her hand, like a kitten would while bathing. “And it seems like you keep pressing buttons. Tsk tsk, you should know better.” rose smiled sadistically, leaning into to kiss him; for the sole purpose of his blood. “Hmm, you taste good too.” she breathed into his face, before her fangs bared and she growled; reminded of her mission on this thing. To make him talk. Rose leaned back, but not enough to allow him to overpower her easily either. “So you know Badgley Mischka? Maybe we can like, go shopping and braid each other’s hair! And then like, maybe we can like, give each other mani and pedis?” it was said in a fake vali-girl voice. He was pressing her last nerves, not a smart move for such a critter.
What was he anyway; he smelled like nothing of the three species her nose had grown regulated to over the years. Rose didn’t let her curiosity show through; she had to make him talk. “Now I’ll ask again before I get really mean,” she leaned down, her tongue running up the side of his face. “What do you want with my niece, Alianne Rose Shadings? her hands positioned on his head, in the position to snap his neck without a second thought. “I’m warning you,” she purred in his ear. “You have two strikes, I don’t think you want a third one.” she giggled, about to enjoy this very thoroughly.
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Post by *Faith Riddle on Jul 29, 2010 20:10:39 GMT -5
Her day normally began at 7 AM. Her pealing alarm clock would drag her out of a dead slumber. She would then immediately reach for the notebook and pen on her bedside table to quickly scribble down the dreams she had, for they would most likely come to life in the physical world. Meanwhile, her black cat would yawn himself awake and stretch out on the pillow next to her own. When she was finished writing, she would stroke his back and then get out of bed to make breakfast for them both. The rest of her morning would be spent in NYU's library, where she held the position of librarian until 3 PM. Every other day she'd go back home and sleep until 8 PM, then it was back to the library for her night shift. But this was when she was human.
She made it a point to pierce her maker with hateful eyes at 7 AM every single day since she died. This was roughly three months ago. She was forcibly thrust into a new routine, one that she absolutely loathed. The infamous look she'd bore into him was more accusing than anything. She'd allow herself to feel the resentment for what he did to her against her will only at 7 AM. Because she shouldn't be living to see 7 AM everyday. Because she could never go back to her old routine or be human again. So she gave him this look and then click she'd turn this emotion off like a switch and move on. Living in the past and harboring the resentment for any longer would be foolish, seeing as time, immortal in itself, would only be moving forward.
Voluntarily flipping off emotions was one perk she actually liked about vampirism, but only to a certain extent. Her sire, Dani, has been void of emotion since she met him. This irked Faith to no end, and she'd often chastise him about his inability to feel. On the contrary, he could still feel if he wanted to, or else he would have allowed Faith to bleed to death in his arms. But Faith clung to her human emotions for dear life because it was all she had left. However, the capability of turning it off was a blessing at times. As a newborn vampire, she'd fall victim to monstrous impulses more often then not. Better to feel guiltless when this happened - her body was betraying her mind when she committed heinous crimes. It wasn't her fault.
She couldn't have asked for a better mentor than Dani. He respected her morals above everything, and for this, Faith was severely fortunate. Dani pampered her, and she was immortally grateful. She was painfully aware that most vampires had a much harder time as newborns. With just Dani's guidance alone, Faith was spoiled rotten. The very first thing she learned, or rather burned into her memory, was to resist the sun. After Dani caught her on his apartment's balcony squeezed in the corner where a mere shadow protected her, her eyes enchantedly staring at the light, she was given a long lecture about sunlight and fire. Then Dani told her his only desire of her was to not end her immortal life. She would obey this request. The vampire loved her, he turned her out of selfishness. Faith would not kill herself because Dani was the only thing she lived for, and he needed her. She wasn't going to deny him.
Miraculously, she convinced Dani to go to the yacht party. He wasn't fond of boats, but Faith's mouth watered for this experience. She had never been in the company of a werewolf before, or even a gathering of other vampires. Not that Faith was interested in conversing with the mix of creatures. She only wanted, more than anything, to be among them -- her own kind and timeless enemies. She wanted to watch them, see how they dressed, how they responded to the environment, how they preferred to feed. Dani told her loads about vamps and wolves, but simply hearing about them wasn't enough, she wanted to experience them.
Dani was extremely protective of Faith. She rarely went out without him by her side. Not that she particularly minded this -- Faith loved their outings, and frankly she was quite fearful of being alone where Dani wouldn't be able to stop her if she fatally hurt someone out of bloodlust, and when she hurt someone, bad things happened to her. She learned quickly that she should never starve herself for the sake of ignoring what she was. She had to come to terms with hurting people so she could stay healthy. She needed to embrace her existence -- a blood binge was her worst nightmare, and was inevitable if she wasn't satiated at all times. But it was horrible. Every time she stuck her fangs in someone's neck, even with Dani there closely monitoring her, making sure she didn't kill, she'd intuitively feel her victim's pain and fright. When she actually killed, hallucinations of her victims would haunt her and ensure Faith endured the exact agony she inflicted upon them. Clairvoyance was a bitch.
The bottom-line was, Dani wasn't going to let Faith go alone to the party, and she had insisted that she was going, with or without him. The only condition was that they stay for only an hour (Faith didn't like this demand, but she knew that leaving early would be an impossibility, for she "saw" the boat moving out to sea and then sinking. She didn't tell Dani this) and she feed beforehand and according to his standards. She dishearteningly did as she was told, considering it was a reasonable enough price for her request, but she felt her prey's anxiety and a pain in her neck for a significant amount of time after hunting. It left her in a dismal mood, but it was her initial excitement for the party making the feeling slowly ebb away.
She alighted the the yacht from the ramp with more grace then she preferred. She looked over at the fine specimen of man that was her boyfriend when his fingers interlaced with her own. Awwwweh. Public displays of affection. She beamed in response to this gesture. She already complimented on how handsome he looked, now she was incredibly pleased to find his stony expression had a small crack of happiness in it. She could not dwell on Dani's astonishing beautifulness for too long. Unexpectedly, all her senses were very suddenly and painfully overwhelmingly assaulted, thereby concerning her thoughts with other, immediate matters.
Green eyes drank in the bright lights, the luxurious decor, the porcelain white immortal guests. She wasn't quite the master of focusing her ears yet, everything was so loud. She could hear the tinkling of glass, the clicking of heels on the floor, the conversations of all the partiers at once. Most prominent, however, was the intoxicating aroma of blood above the putrid stench of werewolf. Undoubtedly, Dani was watching her every move, as he was always doing. The blood was by far the hardest thing to smell and stay in control. It surrounded them in a variety of containers, but it was doing an impeccable job of masking the human scent. As long as the mortal guests weren't too close, she'd be able to contain herself. But thank God Dani made her feed so much.
Amidst the chaos, Faith was vaguely aware of coming to a stop at the bar. She had her eyes pinned to a human waiter carrying a tray of champagne glasses of blood. I want… Come. Before she knew what she was doing, the human's face went blank and he began walking toward Faith. Her own expression became one of confusion, then, upon realization of what she'd just done, horror stricken. The mortal came to a standstill in front of her, awaiting his next command. "I didn't mean to-" a throbbing vein in his neck captivated her attention. She slammed her lids shut and groaned. "Leave!" she hissed. When she opened her eyes again, she was seeing the back of the human walking away from her. She looked up at Dani exasperated. "I thought you said that would get better! I can't stop doing it… I have no control!" Mind control was a fairly new ability to her. She could not yet control when, and oftentimes who she did it to, so she could not yet use it to her advantage while hunting.
She turned off her anxiety when she felt the boat lurch to life. She looked at Dani again with a huge grin on her face "Oh darn. Did I forget to tell you that the yacht was going out to sea? That's unfortunate… I honestly ask myself sometimes, what's the use of knowing things before they happen if I forget to use it?" she laughed. This was only the beginning of a very long night. "I'm sorry. I should have told you," she conceded. "I really wanted to be with others for a change. I'm sorry," she leaned her weight against him, "Thank you for taking care of me and coming, I love you," she reminded him. She looked out at the crowd as Dani was doing. "So. Do you know anyone?" she asked, trying to initiate conversation so she could focus on the sound of his voice instead of everyone else's. ------------------------------------------------- Count: 1566 Faith's Dress!
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Fang
Vampires Suck! (Your Blood)
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Post by Fang on Jul 29, 2010 20:12:56 GMT -5
I propose the count now be limited to 300-400 words (after your first post >.>). Can we all live with that, ya maniacs?
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Post by dante on Jul 29, 2010 20:31:22 GMT -5
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=090a0c] Dante smiled, not knowing what the woman was thinking, but personally not adverse to being so overtly used for her own gain. Were they other circumstances, where using him was neither desirable nor rewarding, he might have opted out; but seeing how the game would amuse him and bring him what appeared to be delightful and devious company--ingredients for a really good time--the man wasn't adverse to it.
Her list was extensive, and standard, until Nada stepped up to him, their bodies contacting once more as their eyes remained fixed together. She wanted a hamburger? The smile on his lips went from coy expectation to amusement as his brow rose a hair and the smile widened. And some people thought they had cheap dates.
"The drinks, dance, and revelry, first," Dante replied softly as he reached out to take her hand after she'd pulled back once more. Yes, she was a very attractive woman, but just because she was willing to kiss him for her game didn't mean she'd offer more when they were alone; it'd be nice to enjoy the evening while it lasted and then reward Nada's obvious exertion in this affair with her chosen cuisine. If they left now for the beef Dante suspected she'd slip away, leaving him alone, bored, and otherwise unsatisfied.
Not that he blamed her for wanting something off menu. Were they serving small little dishes that cost hundreds of dollars because it looked fancy? Or was it catfish? Dante had never been a catfish person.
"Shall we?" Provided she hadn't escaped his hand or refused it outright, Dante gently lifted it in offering to guide the woman to the boat before it took off. He wondered what style of dance she enjoyed most, and just how dastardly it would be given their present company. To reassure Nada of her just dessert, Dante quietly passed on, "Later I'll take you to the best joint in town." BK was good, but a local stand knew how to fire it up.
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nada harper
Look into my eyes. Now go away, shoo.
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Post by nada harper on Jul 29, 2010 23:50:40 GMT -5
"The drinks, dance, and revelry, first," he'd said making it obvious to her that if he was going to play the accomplice in her game, than he would, at the very least be paid with her company. No chance to say thanks and slip away here. She thought, though the usual annoyance she would have found with it, seemed to be lacking this time around.
He played this game as well as she did, possibly even better, since she was finding it hard to refuse him as she would have done with another man. And she began to wonder, if she wasn't putting on an act for Con's sake, if she'd truly be this friendly toward him or her typical 'fuck off' self. Somehow the latter seemed more likely than the former. Dante's quite charming was working in all the right places, and his smile was truly mystery of its own. Even his promise to take her out after the party sounded tempting enough not to refuse.
With a glance to his hand Nada thought on her choice. She'd started this and he'd been obliging enough to play along despite not knowing the reason for her act. Though she'd be a fool to think he hadn't formed his own conclusions by now. But would it really do any harm to extend this fiction just a little longer? She seldom got to doll herself up and while she was partial to a more Tom-boyish appearance, she was still a woman and she stilled like to look pretty every once in while. And to have someone actually take notice of that, was just an added bonus.At the very least it would make it believable that they were dating and not total strangers.
With a excited blow of from the yacht signaling it's approaching departure. Her debate stopped. Being kicked over the sidelines as she kicked off her heels grabbed his and hand ran for the dock. Screw thinking. It's time for some fun. She thought with a huge smile.
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Post by Slevin Sin Kalevra on Jul 30, 2010 7:51:51 GMT -5
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Oh that was going to cost her. He felt the full force of her back hand, and could taste the blood in his mouth. He straightened his face to face her, and cracked his neck. Then she did something that disgusted him more. She kissed him for his blood. He would have rather spit it in her face than have her kiss him. And then there was that annoying Cali-Girl accent that was just asking for trouble. Now I’ll ask again before I get really mean, What do you want with my niece, Alianne Rose Shadings? I’m warning you, You have two strikes, I don’t think you want a third one. He sighed and then with one motion, he forced his arms from under her legs, grabbed her hands and shoving them with enough force to have her roll off the bed. Okay Count Bitchiness of the Night, I’ll say it once more. First, I only count one strike. Where did the other one come from, unless you count me not breaking as easily as you wanted me to a strike, then yes, I’ll grant you that. Second, I have no idea what the hell you are talking about. Who the hell is this Alianne Rose Shadings? Third, what gave you the impression that I did know this person and had the intention of harm towards her. This vampire might not know he is a werepanther or that he STILL works for the same assassin organization that Alianne worked for, but what she should have gathered by now is that Sin doesn’t break easily and he wasn’t about to go down without a fight. He reached for the two knives in his back sheaths, one longer than the other by an inch and a half, and he held them with the blade face down. And lastly, I do not appreciate you barging in my room, holding me by my neck, thrusting me on a bed, and kissing me to take my blood. That’s a bit too much, even for you. You and your perfect hairdo with your perfect dress. You seemed more ladylike from afar than you do now. So how about you calm down before this gets out of hand and one of us gets hurt. ----------------------------------------------- Comments: Rose, it’s fine. There was no godmoding. You are fine. The only thing that I saw was that I was already in my room when you grabbed my neck. That’s about it. Otherwise, you’re set.
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Rose Decumbry
The curse of mortality is what ties us to reality.
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Post by Rose Decumbry on Jul 30, 2010 10:49:21 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] He was starting to piss her off. Him and his nonchalance, it was getting out of hand. One moment she was on top of him, the next she was on her back below his bed. That was not very nice of him. A low growl passed through her lips, as she popped up with her blessed vampiric speed. Rose wasn’t a fan of the tone of his voice either; that would need to be disciplined. His language was very rude indeed. She gritted her teeth, her fangs grinding together. “To hell you don’t. I saw the way you looked at her when you walked on this boat,” she picked him up by the collar of his shirt and threw him against the wall. “So cut the bullshit I know you’re playing.” her anger was rising yet again; soon enough she would get violent and do some unconditional things.
Rose was protective of her family, when you dared to mess with any of her family, you would lose something important to you. Rose had been around twice as this thing had. “I am very old, you see.” she started, knocking his head against the wall, her eyes catching a glimmer of his blades. This hurt her feelings. “You want to stab me, you little half breed?” that had to have been what he was right, a half breed? There was no other logical explanation, there just wasn’t. “I’m warning you, that won’t do much good but make me very angry or just aroused for your blood even more.” she tossed him back on the bed, tilting her precious little head at him. “You think I’m perfect, that means so much!” she smiled at him, her arms crossed. “Oh, I am a lady. You just wouldn’t know because you’re stepping on the wrong territory.”
It was true; her manners were on of upmost respect to those who deserved it. Rose didn’t think this thing that seemed so threatening to her family, deserved that respect. She smiled down at him, her blue eyes twinkling. “So are we going to talk, or keep playing this game of cat and mouse?” she purred slightly. “Because I do love a good game.
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Post by Slevin Sin Kalevra on Jul 30, 2010 16:10:08 GMT -5
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] So are we going to talk, or keep playing this game of cat and mouse? Because I do love a good game. Sin didn’t like being thrown around like a Piñata, and he certainly wasn’t going to have it anymore. On top of that, she actually asked HIM of all people if they were going to play a game of cat and mouse and was implying that HE was the mouse… Oh that was a last straw for him. As fast as his panther powers could, he got up from the bed, cut her face across the cheek, and pinned her with one blade on her neck and the other on her stomach. He looked at her and licked the blood that was oozing out of the cut. After that, he looked her in the eyes, and changed his eyes to be like a panthers for a split second. You really need to learn some social skills, like talking and having a nice conversation. Throwing people around a room and kissing them isn’t exactly a way to get someone to talk to you or how to make a good first impression. He grinned and put the blades back in his sheath, only to grab her by the dress and toss her into the nearest wall, dashing towards here and placing a foot on her neck, applying enough pressure to cause a Vampire pain. See, such actions makes it hard to communicate with one another, so how about we relax and try to talk this through like rational beings. We can do that, right? He took his foot off her throat and walked to the bed, sitting on the edge. And no, I don’t know Alianne or who I was staring at. I was just merely staring out into the distance and admiring the beautiful scenery. Now, I let you go, not wanting confrontation. Don’t make me regret my decision. I honestly don’t want to have this end in blood shed. ----------------------------------------------- Comments: Rose, you might want to do something else to me that doesn’t involve throwing me against a wall or on a bed.
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Post by *Kane & Abel Westin on Jul 30, 2010 16:25:36 GMT -5
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The place was really gathering together. Lamers and Lamettes come to join in on the fun. Pity it would all be over soon for some.
"Ruddy pain."
Abel was growing agitated by the minute and Kane was growing restless with his antsy behavior,
"If you want to start, start. No one is stopping you from having fun."
Kane threw in retort and it had been Abel who was sick with giddiness that he nearly skipped off toward the port end of the ship. His arm casually brushing by a female who he didn't know. A blond off in the distance had caused his pants to grow tight, but that was a pretty face he was accustom to in the past. Nothing but a used up model who had a mouth the size of Manhattan.
Rose....Yes, that was her name. But it was Abel who had looked back and saw that Kane was making a signal to hold off. Something was wrong......Yes....Quite.
"There's a bounty here." Abel rolled his eyes at his brothers thoughts. The one good thing they had in common as twins was that they knew without having to speak.
Abel casually turned in a different direction, the service lady walking by with a tray of mortal food and wine had suddenly went missing her cheese knife and before anyone could say jump, he was standing by his brother even more disappointed.
"Come on." Kane hustled his brother to take steps toward the brunette who had lived not too far from the house. It was Helena, but she was alone. Would have made a nice little tale had they called Sevanni's son versus the scheme.
It was in Damien's nature to want what was his before. Aubrey had told them about his whole way of being. Those who were related to him. Hell, she told them nearly everything, and that was only so they could be pumped full of knowledge had they been ordered to destroy him.
The key was Imogine, and it was believed to be a secret. Pity how the boys knew everything. She was a beautiful little girl, and it was a shame she had to die at such a young age. It had been ordered by a werewolf who was top of his line, and Kane and Abel had a nice bounty for making that happen.
"Well you could always cry out for you beloved Shaden." Kane stalked her in a deepened tone. It was enough to make her flinch, and enough to make Kane pre-ejaculate in his pants.
"Wonder if you had some fun lately. Could use a female in the gig." Abel was aching to deliver her to the thrown heir. It was about time to make things right and show the big bad wolf that he wasn't the only boss in the fairy-tale.
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Rose Decumbry
The curse of mortality is what ties us to reality.
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Post by Rose Decumbry on Jul 30, 2010 19:46:54 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=000000] Rose was an instigator, a known one too. But her actions spoke as loud as her mouth, if not louder. Small and petite, but hell you pissed her off, you felt the wrath. The cut across her face was not a very gentleman thing to do. Her jaw hung open slightly, as she let her fingers run across the cut. Damn, that would leave a pretty little flesh scar. She smiled though, as the blades bit into her skin. “Oh kitty,” she purred again, taunting his cat like eyes. “I didn’t know you liked kinky stuff, I have tons of toys we can play with.” she frowned, slipping from his grip, slamming him face first into the wall. “If you wanted a good impression,” she placed her hands on the top of his head, a hand and nail biting in underneath his jaw. The pressure she was applying, she would perhaps just ‘accidentally’ break his neck. “All you had to do was ask.” she licked the side of his face, letting the blood on her fingers dabble on her lips.
All of a sudden, Rose had a foot pressed against her neck. Her face screwed up, grimacing in pain. Though she didn’t need the oxygen, she liked having her airway open. “Has your mother taught you no manners?” she managed to gasp out, a victorious smirk on her face. Her defenses didn’t drop completely, but she did visibly relax against his grip on her neck. And then he had removed it, removed his advantage over her. Rose’s first reaction was to jump him, take advantage of him.
She was quite literally bewildered at the fact he was giving up so easily. She watched him with cautious blue eyes, waiting for him to turn around and try and attack her. He made none. She watched him instead; sit on the edge of the bed. He wanted a good first impression; he was going to get one. Rose patted her hair into place, running her hand over the slash on her cheek, seeing how it was already healing itself. Thank god for vampirism. Moving slowly, she pulled a chair up and sat across from him. She sat tall, showing her good grace and posture. Her hands were crossed in her lap, as she leveled her eyes to him. “I don’t know why I should trust you and know that you are telling the truth, because I don’t.” Rose stood, but only to shut and lock the door.
“But I won’t be leaving.” she sat back down, after moving the chair so she was blocking the door. She wasn’t going to willingly leave and he wasn’t going to make her.
----------------------------------------------- with a count 408, while she’s wearing this lovely attire
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