Rose Decumbry
The curse of mortality is what ties us to reality.
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Post by Rose Decumbry on Jan 15, 2010 17:04:44 GMT -5
Delicacy and intimacy had different meanings. Right? Of course they did. Tilting her head ever so slightly, Rose watched a couple embraced in each other’s arms. Loving each other, touching, without saying a word. Odd, how adaption was so relevant to other terms. How humans and other creatures, mammals together adapted. It sickened her to the point of disgust. More and more, she’d seen it occurring. It only claimed evidence to the fact that she was a dwindling nobody. Nobody jumped at the site of those wide, blank, doe eyes anymore. She barely walked a catwalk. All cause she tore out a model’s hair extension. Big whoop. The scrawny newbie had it coming, calling her dead looking, a drugged up fake. She knew quite better now, everyone learned. They always did. She sneered, clipping down the streets, the windless night suffocating her lungs. A parasite she was. Oh indeed. In her Robert Rodriguez chiffon top, complete with a silky tank top, and printed black and white mini skirt. Both accentuated her barely there waist. Really, she could have looked like a druggie. Rail thin, and all. But then again nobody knew her inside the catwalk. And those who had, she hadn’t seen or heard from in years. Was it because she’d gone off her rocker? Giggling nonstop while sitting? Staring into space, unblinking? Ah, yes, it was that. It always was. She traipsed in, feeling quite the miniature to the tall men and women of this part of London. Ah, home sweet home. Home was where the heart is! That was what they said, wasn’t it? Her home was settled into her brain. There was no quite life after that.
This old little coffee shop was old. Remote. Alone. Barely anyone in it. At least on the outside, the streets were flushed with people. They all smelled dangerously good. She tilted her head slowly to the tender behind the stand, too busy to notice her. Was this what real life was like? She giggled a little, sliding into a dark and dry corner of the bar, hidden by darkness. Her chest long blond running into her face. She was alone, alien of course. Who knew what happened to everyone. Derek probably got bored with her broken self, and ran off to find an actual druggie. She snorted, giggling a little at her crisp and torturous thoughts. Ali was worried sick, in her little married life. Inora snuggling with a recent hubby. And Phoenix..being Phoenix. Life seemed to be good.
Except for her, she was crazy. Compared to a little mad hatter, cute, funny, popular, but terribly insane. It was entertaining, to listen to the thoughts whispering in her ears, when she was alone. Quiet succumbing to her dark and clouded mind. Oh how she loved it. Loved the noises, loved the deep laughing. No, that was just her. Laughing into the echoing building. The barista leaned over, eyeing her questionably. “Hello. Don’t mind me sweetheart. I do this quite often. But I assure you with everything in my right mind. I am not all right.”
She bit her lip, only saying in a whispered voice. “Can I get you anything?”
There were many things she wanted. A life back. Humanity. Sanity. “No..of course not.” She let out bubbling giggles, shifting her hair behind her ear. “Mam,” the women spoke again, “Are you alright?” She was leaning out farther, her neck exposed ever so slightly. “Are you alright?” Rose let her tongue slide out, tracing her fangs. Oh, the pulse sounded so delicious! So enticing! If only she could have just a small taste, and she’d be satisfied! Wait, no she wouldn’t. She’d want more! She’d keep wanting more till she doubled over from the taste of the sweet delicacy of blood! The sweet, most cherishable thing she knew of! “If I was all right, I wouldn’t be laughing. Right? Oh, never mind. You’re just a ignorant little child. Forgive me, but I beg of you to shut that trap of yours before I sew it shut.” She added that sweet and adolescent smile to the end of her threats. Anyone who knew her, knew she’d keep them. And those who were on the receiving end, weren’t alive unless they were one of the undead. The beautiful, cursed. The women’s skin grew pale, the veins shining through. Oh the deliciousness of life! What she would do for just one little taste. The ripeness of a fresh picking, they were in season, were they not? She wanted some right this very moment!
She disappeared, leaving Rose alone. Not such a good idea. A slow, clammy feeling crept in through her body. The feeling of isolation. “Ohh..how the sun rises over yonder mountain top, and a beseeching scream echoes through the land. The villagers rose, but what to find?” her nimble fingers traced around the oak lines of the table. “They’re souls and hearts are missing. Eyes ripped like gullets, the smell of rotting flesh filling the air..What could have caused this?” Her tone was haunting; she looked down to see small bones lined horizontally as she took a breath in. “A vampire, sucking your breath through the night. None of them were good enough to live..so they had to die. Every single..One of them…” She chirped a little, tilting her head from side to side. “What better use then to make them undead?” She pursed her lips, her neck cracking as her head rolled. “Poor, poor humans. Now they’re cursed.” She let her tongue slide on the last word, making it sound like curs-ed. “But that’s what they are. They’re all pigs going to the slaughter house. They’re throats slit, blood by the buckets for all!” Her upper lip twitched, an appetite working it’s way up. “How how I would love to taste the blood of a mortal. The sweet tendrils lathering on my deprived skin. Lovely, lovely, lovely. How warming it sounds!” She leaned deep in her seat, arms stretched outward.
“How I love the darkness and abysmal in my mind. It completes me. Oh how it does.” She giggled, pearly fangs peaking out through her chapped lips. This was her now. A year or so of isolation, and this was the result. Moscow wasn’t this bad, the months after she was changed weren’t comparable to this. This was her low point. The point where somebody jumped in and tried to save her. But nobody was coming for her. Oh no. She was alone, nobody probably even knew she existed anymore. The bags underneath her eyes, seemed to have sagged at the thought. Normally, tears would have sprung. Anger leaking through her system. But they were all gone. The demon deep inside her, was gone as well. Odd, how the thing that she feared the most was finally gone, she wanted it back. Wanted to know what it was like to feel emotion again. Be living, be feeling. Recognize love when she saw it, felt it, experienced it. She loved her little monster, with the slightest. She hated being this emotionless, hateful woman. She used to be beautiful, stunning, jaw dropping in the best way. But now she was hideous, tired, and jaw-dropping in the worst way possible. And it sucked. But what could she possibly do to bring that back? Trying to kill oneself was stupid. Trying to find love sucked, when you looked like this. Staying cooped up in her empty mansion was what had become of her.
She didn’t mind it at all. Nobody visited her. They all lived in the states, so why should they? They had loving lives of their own. She’d otherwise just be stomping on their glorious parade. That wasn’t fun at all. How was her coven? Oh, they were fine she was sure. She made sure they were. Especially that Sevanni. What a naughty boy he’d been in the past. He had the finger shamed at him many a time. But that was then. This was the now, and she felt like she should be getting the shamed finger any moment. But it wasn’t going to come. Nobody was. This was how it went. Her staring into space, letting herself get this low, when she should have been doing something about it. What was there to do about being completely insane?
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Post by Inora Theos on Jan 15, 2010 21:42:48 GMT -5
Paris had been beautiful, it always was, but on her way back home Inora needed to make one stop. There were many people in her life that she hadn't kept up with like she should have, but perhaps the worst of these was Rose Decumbrey. Well known amongst her group as being the one out in society, it had been worrying Inora lately that Rosey had fallen out of the limelight. After that whole scandal with the model, Inora had just expected Rosey to brush off the media, tell them to stick it and continue on with her excellent work. But Rosey had just dropped off the face of the earth, and that was unacceptable. So Inora had decided to check up on her friend, her lovie, her beautiful little model. She’d heard that Rose Decumbrey had retired to her mansion in London, it was a stop for her from Paris anyway so Inora simply moved her ticket to another day and went out into the big city in search of her friend.
This was the second time she was going to track a single scent through an entire city, and she did have to admit that it was helping her greatly. Her nose was developing nicely with all this practice. She’d gotten the address for Rose’s home only to find that she had been gone for some time that day. Therefore Inora had had to put her nose to the ground, figuratively speaking, and search out Rosey in her own special way. She’d snuck inside Rose’s house and sat in the middle of her bedroom for about an hour, just smelling things and getting accumulated to Rose’s unique smell.
Now she was walking through the streets of London, following the trail that her friend had left behind. It was hard not to get distracted by all the unique and interesting scents of London, but Inora was on a mission and she would not rest until she found her friend. Hopefully Rose wasn’t in any trouble, but Inora had a sick feeling that while it might not be outright trouble, there was something wrong with her lovie. The trail was starting to get more recent and Inora felt the wolf part of her clamoring with excitement to end the hunt, she was definitely getting more in touch with her inner beast with all this sniffing. She hoped that she hadn’t looked strange, walking through the city, sniffing the air every few feet…suddenly changing directions when the scent took a new path. Yeah, she’d probably looked crazy.
But as she arrived at the end of the scent trail, Inora stopped worrying about how crazy she might have looked and started worrying about how crazy Rosey did look..and sound..and smell. The girl was thinner than she’d ever been before and she was ranting and blabbing on about mortals and how good they tasted. Inora’s heart sunk deep inside her chest and she ran to Rosey’s side as fast as she could.
“Rose? It’s Inora, Rose are you okay? Look at me lovie.” God she’d gone off the deep end and there might not be anything Inora could do to help her.
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Dedicate It: RoseyPosey
Comment It: Here you go love, direct from me to you!
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Post by Ali Ambrose on Jan 16, 2010 23:53:05 GMT -5
 "LET. ME. GO!"
Those words left her lips as a snarl and she thrashed slightly as two large males caught her arms. Sure she could break free from them quit easily, but she didnt really want to hurt them unless she had to. They were human and oh so fragile. While she was a vampire and she could rip them apart easily. They dragged her a little bit away from the bar that she worked at, having just gotten off her shift and was about to walk home, and into an alleyway that was dark and would be away from people. She had a bad bad feeling she knew what they wanted. And she wasnt going to let that happen. Not at all.
The two men pinned her up against the wall, accidentally knocking her skull against the brick wall and she winced slightly. The biggest ones hand was around her throat and was squeezing, trying to cut off the air she really didnt need. The other thug stood behind him, licking his lips and grinning in wicked delight. How the hell did she end up with luck like this? Vic was right. She really needed to find a different job and away from this street. And at that moment, she realized she needed to end this. If Vic found her and these two were still here or she did nothing and he found out what they had done, they would have another problem on their hands.
Being forced to run away from home because of a criminal charge seemed to be her life story. Her very first one being changed into a vampire and running away because she was ashamed and couldnt tell her adoptive parents. And then that huge killing spree in Vegas where she had almost killed every single person living there. It was the blackest moment of her life. She still regretted it and knew there was nothing she could ever do to make it up for what she had done. But she was tired of being picked on and running. So for this case, she was going to put a stop to it.
Growling, she grabbed the mans hand that was around her throat, her eyes turning red as her darker side came to the surface to help her. With nothing more then a flick of her index finger she broke his wrist and then spun out of his grip, stepping behind him. She kicked him in the back, snapping a rib and not the spine luckily for him and knocking him into the brick wall with enough force to knock him out but not kill him. Hearing running footsteps she looked to see his partner running away. Sighing softly, she closed her eyes and then ran after him. To him it would have seemed as if she appeared out of thin air. She herded him back into the alley way and took care of him with a quick and swift punch.
Walking back out on to the street she shook her head. People just didnt get it. You dont mess with people that seemed to beautiful to be true or seemed a little off. Human instinct told them to stay away from vampires and werewolves. They just somehow knew that something was off with that single person or that group of people and they would avoid them. But some humans, just didnt listen to the safety ideas. And sometimes when you didnt listen...you ended up getting hurt....She hated herself when ever she hurt someone, even if they deserved it. She stopped though at a shop that had a large glass window and was showing off some TV's.
The headline on the TV made her stand there and shake her head slightly. It was about Rosey. People were wondering where th glamorous model had disappeared to. Only a certain few knew for sure and she herself was one of them. She knew that Rose had retired to the mansion that she had here in London. Ever since her and Vic had moved here she had been trying to get ahold of her. But with no success and she was getting worried. The message she had received from Rose the other day frightened her. It didnt sound like Rose at all.
Rose had had many moments where Ali was frightened for her, but not as much as now. Rose had seemed off her rocker. Like someone else was using her voice. Shaking her head, her body stiffened once more as the wind shifted and she picked up two scents. One scent was that of her lovie Inora. Nora? What was she doing here in London? Shouldnt she be back in California? And the second scent was that of Rose. So the little blonde vampire was on the move. But what were both of them doing on this side of the town? Curious and confused she changed course and followed the scents easily.
Nora's was coming from a different direction for part of it but then eventually melted into Rose's scent. So it was obvious that Nora had been following Rose. Or at least trying to find her. This was getting more and more confusing. But she continued to follow, walking with intent and watching people move out of her way naturally. She was so intent on the scent and following it that she didnt realize she had bumped into the door for a little pub. One that seemed a bit run down but wasnt too bad. The two scents were inside and they were fresh. They were still there and or they had just left moments before. And that wasnt likely seeing as there was no fresher scent outside of the door.
Opening the door, she coughed slightly from the smell and then let her eyes adjust to the dim light. It didnt take her long to find them and when she did she walked inside and went straight for Rose and Inora. "Nora love!! Rose!" She said and her ears caught the last part of some ramblings from Rose. And what she was hearing wasnt good. Looking at Rose, you wouldnt have recognized her from a glance. Where she used to have been beautiful and just right, she was skinny and looked like a drug user. Her eyes seem hysterical and like she was loosing it. Rose was loosing her sanity. She was off her rocker!
Even Russia hadnt been this bad. In Russia she had been a little crazy from lack of blood, but she hadnt been rambling on like this and she hadnt left her weird messages that made her terrified for her. This Rose was scary. Swallowing she looked at Nora. "Good to see you lovie. But...do you know whats going on?" She asked her in a whisper and then looked to Rose. "Rosey? Its Ali...Your cousin remember? Rosey love?" Count it: 1125
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Rose Decumbry
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Post by Rose Decumbry on Jan 17, 2010 20:51:09 GMT -5
Her hand swept across her own jutting features, angry with herself for looking so ugly compared to this beautiful werewolf. Were all werewolves this beautiful? Or just her? Or maybe this disease inside of her, was just making her see people differently. For something they were, or something they weren’t. Oh, the troublesome things that had plagued her mind! Woe was her! Wide blue hues blinked, from the scent that was somewhat familiar to her own, a garden full of blooming flowers. Alianne Rose Shadings..Ambrose. When had everyone migrated to London? Was this some type of intervention? To chide her unladylike behavior? Well, they would be greatly disappointed, to find that she had already done that job. And then her eyes had caught up with her nose. Ali walked through the doors, a little sprite almost. But yet both women towered over her. How the hell had she became a model then, if she was the size up to their hip? “Yes. I know you too. You’re my great..great..niece.” Her eyes held a little twinkle to them, ah yes, she knew this woman. “You looked just like your mother. And then grandmother..how is dear Katra?” She blinked, surprised at herself. “Well, now we just need Phoenix, and Derek. Hmph, did you plan this now? No matter, we’re all one big happy family now!” She laughed, bells chiming simultaneously. “Lucky, lucky me.” Her voice was more relaxed, a little deeper. “Wipe that concerned look off your faces. You make me seem like I’m some diseased rodent. I assure you that I am not.” Why did everyone seem so concerned? There was nothing wrong with her. She was fine, she really was.
She just didn’t like people questioning a lost sanity. It was rather upsetting and quite demeaning. She sighed, standing. “If you’ve come talk some sense into me. We’d best not do it here. There are ears everywhere, everyone is a source. But if you insist on speaking,” She sat once more, sighing. “This shall do. The walls may have ears, but who are they going to tell?” She laughed a little. Maybe they were here to question her sanity? Perhaps, it would make the most sense. Usually she was left alone when she did something perplexingly stupid like this. “You’re probably going to ask me how I got like this. I wish I could tell you. I really do. Sometimes, all it takes is one little push to set someone overboard.” But she really did know what was crawling under her skin.
Her life. Pleasing everyone before she pleased herself. Posing, looking good, making others gape at her beauty. But she loved her job, something she could. And it paid quite nicely too. It was like what some said, you loved doing what you hated. But it ran deeper than that, didn’t it? She wasn’t quite sure. She was crazy all along, but this might have been a push. Her maybe the consuming feeling of loneliness was doing the trick. Ali had Victor, Inora, she wasn’t sure but smelled a male on her, Phoenix, who would have guessed but Sevanni. Yes, yes, she had Derek. But by how much, and for how long? She sighed, sitting back further in her chair, weakly creaking. “Well. Go on, speak, I’ll listen as long as I permit myself.” A rueful smile crept, she wouldn’t try to be too frightening.
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Post by Inora Theos on Jan 19, 2010 21:13:57 GMT -5
Rose could turn the crazy on and off so quickly, which only went to show Inora that it was worse than it had seemed at first. When the crazy person could switch off the crazy and act normal, that was when you knew that they were truly dangerous. That was when you knew that time had come to have an intervention. That wasn’t what Inora had planned on when she’d come here. In fact, she’d just wanted to visit her friends. First Rose, since it had been so long since she’d seen her, and then Ali. Ali, the name brought to mind her scent, and then the memory of the scent was quickly seen to be the scent itself. Ali was here and would be entering the building soon. The way that Rose was looking at her was beginning to scare Inora, she just kept staring and staring. When had she gotten beautiful? She wasn’t sure, maybe it was after she became a werewolf? She hadn’t thought that she looked any different, but perhaps.
It was possible that the change in climate had affected her looks, or the change in her happiness perhaps. Having Dominic around perhaps made her more beautiful? Rose’s skin was cold, like all vampire’s and having her hand on Inora’s cheek worried her just a little. Rose was unstable that was certain, and she also certainly looked hungry. Inora started shaking her head vigorously in the automatic friend response to Rose’s claim that she was hideous but she stopped herself. Yes, Rose did look hideous, and Rose loved her career and being pretty, she prided herself on her beauty. So maybe that could be one way to get through to her.
Before Inora could respond, Ali walked through the door and called out to them. She got closer and realized that Rose wasn’t quite right. “Hi Ali. I don’t know what’s going on.” Inora plopped herself down in a chair that was nearby. She listened as Rose ranted on and on about Ali’s family. “We didn’t plan anything Rose. I was coming to visit you because I was on my way home from a business meeting in Paris. I was going to stop in London and visit you and Ali. And while I do appreciate you saving me from having to make two separate visits, I would very much like to know why you are so skinny and unkempt.”
It was harsh, the wording she used. Well, harsh for Inora’s usual. But she need Rose to understand that she really did look as bad as she thought she did, that there was something very wrong, and that she needed help. Inora followed Rose and took a seat as well. She claimed that there was nothing wrong, that their worry was misplaced, but Inora could tell that she was lying. It was written clearly all over her face.
“Rose, you’re a model, not an actress. And we are your best friends. You need to tell us what triggered this, if that is really what happened. You need to let us help you. We love you, and we didn’t come here to jump on you. We just wanted to see you, and we found you ranting about darkness and abyss’s, blood and slitting throats. That’s not normal for anyone, but it’s definitely not normal for you.”
She sighed and let Ali speak her peace, Inora was not a talker. She supported her friends by listening, but Rose wasn’t talking, so that left Inora at a lost.
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Dedicate It: Rose and Ali
Comment It: I feel like I'm rambling again.
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