[ as long as i'm laughing with you ] jeph

[yvette gabrielle audley*]

[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,false][cs=0][bg=b05658] Planes are an interesting predicament for vampires. Here's the deal, you must conquer booking a flight online with sketchy ID, pay for it, verify and then make absolutely certain that you've had something (or someone) to eat before you hop on that plane. Not to mention the slew of people milling through the airport like cattle to slaughter. Coming from France, Audley knew something of how travel worked, but she would never quite look forward to the spectacle. After all, it was like a lion being packed in a meat locker. All that food and she was supposed to just let it lie there? It seemed a true waste. Crossing her legs, the immortal pursed her lips, already staring out the window and tuning out the overly talkative man sitting beside her. Shutup, fatty. Was all she could think in the initial moments, and now? Silence. There was no chance of her responding to anything anyone said on this venture. After all it was completely out of character for her. Traveling across the country for some guy. Some guy she barely knew. But you see a great many things were unraveling in ways that she would not have guessed and right now she simply needed a "vacation". As you can imagine, Ms. Audley hadn't many American friends, and even fewer that could be termed "fun". But when she thought of that word, that silly little three letter word she thought of a four letter word. Oh yes. A four letter word. And that word was "Jeph". Ladies and gents, let's talk about Jeph for a second, Jepharee Roric is a chap who lives in Boston, he's a vampire and he's older than Yvette. He's got tattoos out the wazoo and piercings whose numbers could probably pose a fair fight in challenge to the number of tattoos he had. In essence, his disposition was that of a child. Unruly, without lament and that dirtiest of all traits; forgiving. He possessed the immaturity that Yvette sported fairly often, and it was that - among other things that she would not allow herself to dwell upon, that made the woman travel. She hadn't packed anything really. A sizable black shoulder back held a change of clothes, pajamas and a tooth brush. It was going to be a short trip. She hadn't even taken care of the whole "lodging" situation. Yeah, kids, it's not one of those trips. Where in the morning she'd be wearing his shirt instead of one of her own. You see, another thing that we have to know about Jephy is that he's Catholic. Oh yes, God help Yvette, the guy was religious. Now, she didn't have the same scruples as he, but she hadn't really had any intention as far as sex was concerned. Given her mother's history of abusing intimacy, Yvette stayed pretty clear of anything having to do with it. That sometimes meant even emotional intimacy. I suppose it would be too much to ask for a girl who had it all figured out now wouldn't it? In any case, Audley was in a plane. She had two and a half hours left to continue mulling over why she was in that particular seat while the man beside her chatted away. He didn't seem to have noticed that no matter what question he posed there was no response. That, or he didn't care. Whatever the case, she spent the trip listening to the incessant drone of his gravelly voice. Finally, the somewhat mechanical voice overhead stated, very dryly, that they would be landing momentarily and asked that the flight attendants prepare the cabin for landing. She listened reticently as the gear beneath her prepared the vessel to meet the ground again, and even caught the hitch in her neighbor's voice as he was jostled by the turbulence of braking. Her lips ticked - sweet reprieve. Applying a fresh coat of shining pink lipstick, the immortal smoothed it on and leant back as the wheels touched down. Ah, land. She could not wait to be out of this buffet line that hadn't moved since she sat down. The passenger beside her would never really know how she'd slipped past his legs without touching him, he only knew that before he could start talking again the young brunette beside him had vanished into the line of people trying to get out. Having only carry-on had its perks, and Yvette exited the airport less than twenty minutes after she arrived. Navigating Boston wasn't too difficult, but finding that vampire? That wasn't going to be easy. Where had she met him...On the street. Her lips ticked, How original. Still, best head in that direction, see if there wasn't a scent to be scraped off the pavement. It was an older part of town, the Mission Hill Main Streets, but well lit. She was thankful for the lack of combustion - rather unlike New York, and the polar opposite of her very unpleasant plane ride. It was warm out, or so she assumed, most who had passed her were wearing t-shirts or light jackets so she wasn't badly dressed. Seating herself on a bench, she adjusted the sunglasses atop her head and made sure they kept her hair from her face and waited, either for some sort of sign or a puff of wind to give her some direction. This had been one of the many places she'd sought her sister. And this was how she conducted herself; breezily. There was not a great deal of urgency to be found in the youngest Audley, mostly because, of all the things she had, time was the greatest in quantity. Tick tock, Jephy, tick tock. -------------------------------------------------- count: 955 outfit: CLICK! comments: Bahaha. Didn't know where she'd find him.

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[JEPH]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true] LOOK IN MY EYES, I'M JADED NOW. WHATEVER THAT MEANS. Jeph rotated his weight from the ball of his foot to the heel impatiently as he stood in line. The sun had set not too long ago, and it had been a nice walk to the cathedral under the last of the yellowy illuminations. There was no one behind him in the quiet tiled hallway, just a few people in front of him. The section that housed the confessionals were a ways off from the main part of the church. Three oak booths, lavishly adorned, resided some yards away from where he and the others gathered, waiting to confess their sins for the week. He often missed Mass because of his obvious schedule circumstances… Even the late service was a too early for him to beat the sun. He couldn't begin to count the weeks he'd gone without receiving the Eucharist. But luckily the church held a penance service after the late Mass for him to catch. In his case, it was probably the best sacrament for him, anyway. He kept himself in check with the reverence of the place, containing any sort of outburst or sudden movement as he ticked back and forth to keep himself occupied. His eyes wandered, taking in the high ceilings and gothic decor - having already planned out what he was to confess. Maybe he it was better he couldn't make it to Mass after all, since it'd mean getting the Priest acquainted with him. And for the sins Jeph was to confess, he'd rather not let a face be matched with the offenses - for his own good. Finally the place cleared and it was his turn. Sitting himself down on the plush booth, Jeph turned his face to the screen to the right of him, "Bless me Father for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession…" he started routinely, before jumping into the good.. uh, bad stuff, "I've missed a few services," Jeph said, jumping into a colloquial tone with the man on the other side, "and I didn't really mean to, but I killed someone, it was an accident, but still," he said, sensing the priest's demeanor tense, "I, uh, requested a prostitute the other night, but I didn't sleep with her, I just needed someone to one of my new piercings to and figured she'd be honest about it…" he smiled, "But then we played Xbox and I payed her.. but I'm not sure if it's a sin to pay a hooker for anything, so… Anyways, I went to a gay bar in a thong yesterday and had a lot of fun, too… and uh, that's about it, I think." Jeph bit his lower lip, already feeling good about getting it all off of his chest. He didn't particularly feel terrible about all of his actions… but he knew what was taught and figured it was best to confess them anyway. No secrets with him and Diamond J and nothing could go wrong, right? Exactly. His green eyes sort of sparkled as the Priest blessed him and told him to say a few prayers as penance, and before he knew it Japharee was on his way out as a new vampire. He moseyed along the Boston streets with a new spark in his step and brightness to his face. He attempted to think of what he should do with the rest of the evening. He had a few speeches he had to crank out for a few politicians at home, but he could always stay up and get those done when the sun came up. Food was in order, definitely, he thought as he licked his lips. He relayed the normal haunts in his mind before he was distracted by a familiar scent. His tracks stopped as he glanced around, head cocked to one side. Then he caught sight of her and a large grin broke out on his face. Making light steps around people, Jeph made his way over to the bench she was perched upon. He was right behind her now, holding his breath as to not tip her off before clapping his tattooed hands over her eyes and leaning his head down by hers, "Guess who, girlie face?!"

[yvette gabrielle audley*]

Yvette really didn't have a limit on how long she was going to sit there and wait for him. After all what was an hour or two out of eternity? She really had nothing better to do, she realized with a small sigh, an unnecessary one. She had no need to breath. No need for a lot of things, in fact. No need for pets, people, money, oxygen, food. Well perhaps she needed people if only for their blood. Parasite, she often thought of herself, but what was there to be done about it? Nothing. She was going to be a parasite for all eternity. Her lips ticked at the thought, somewhat entertained by the idea. All eternity spent this way? Sounded like an utter snore. She had leant daintily against the back of the bench, fingertips drumming smoothly on the highest board on the bench. There had been one or two passersby who took note of the woman sitting alone…

But the lack of fear on her face as they ogled her was enough to keep them at a distance, used to being feared by the locals or at least given apprehensive looks. Yvette on the other hand? A devilish smile, clearly entertained by their brazen activity. Silly boys. They were exhausting - all of their fretting. But whatever they wanted to do was fine with Vet, she wasn't about to be hindered by their ill will and foolishness. It was nearly an hour that she'd sat there before she caught a scent she thought was familiar…but only a whisper. And then? A pair of hands clapped over her eyes, an amused squeak slipping past her lips.

Even before she heard his voice she knew it was him. No one else was quite so playful as Jeph was. At least…no one but her, neatly wrenching his fingertips free of her face, she tipped her head to stare up into his face. "The pope, perhaps? Or my favorite Mormon, even…" she jested with a dry laugh. "What's up Jephers?" Lame nickname to the rescue. She wasn't particularly good with nicknames, not when she hadn't spent enough time with the character. He'd earn a better one later, she was sure. They had had a…special first meeting. See Yvette wanted to know what the deal was with all this religion going around.

So naturally she had to upstage a priest. She…detained him in private chambers…Also known as locking him in there after drugging him to sleep and sat in the confession chamber. She got through the first six without giggling. And then Jeph came through. Something about provoking gay men had her busting a gut. Needless to say her cover was blown…Blown all to hell. But obviously he held no ill will. And since he'd confessed…random…but intimate (relatively) things to her it seemed a good idea to just let the die fall where they would.