Back to the streets, Back to reality (OPEN)

[IsabellaRoseAyres]

and i've been dying to get out,

but that might be the death of me

T hings can change in the blink of an eye as anyone knows, and many things can change if someone is absent from the scene for a few months. Taking a sabbatical from everything paranormal, Isabella decided it best to seclude herself away from everyone and found a perfect place in New York City’s apartments, finding the best suite she could afford atop a building that offered perfect shading from the light outside. As she awakens at the beginning of the twilight hours, she stretches awake in her bed from another day of peaceful slumber. However, her recent supply of blood has run out yet again and the pains of hunger are slowly creeping upon her. As she pulls back the covers and sits up, straightening out her gown, Isabella looks to the side and fully comes to realization she needs a fresh new supply. Empty blood bags fill a trash can, while she can detect no source of fresh nourishment for herself. Finally out of bed, being awake truly hits and realization comes forth as Amunet manages to creep forward and gain control for the time being, knowing she lost a lot of her free time whilst being asleep. Going over towards a closet, Amunet opens it up and looks in to gaze upon rows of clothes to debate what is perfect. Knowing she will soon not have control anymore as the other voices inside are really anxious to battle it out again, Amunet decides to take a risk and possibly send someone into shock depending whom gains frontal control.

Grabbing a few items, she quickly brings them out of the closet and sets them down upon the bed before placing her hands to her shoulders and dropping the nightie to the floor where she stands. Quickly slipping into semi decent undergarments, Amunet then reaches down and finishes applying the final touches, before smoothing out the tight skirt she is wearing. Taking the key card and slipping it into a small side pocket on the inside of her skirt, Isabella goes forward and leaves the room fully prepared for anything. As she walks out the hallway, the darkening sky with the brightly twinkling stars are a wondrous sight, all in thanks to the height of the building compared to the street lights polluting the view from normal levels. Having reached the elevator, she presses the button and steps in to take a leisurely ride to the bottom. As the bell tolls and she takes said ride, things seem to whiz by suddenly for her for no reason. As the reach the ground floor, Bella walks out and spots the normal night time door man Henry standing at position for the residents. Walking through with a quick exchange of ‘How do you do’s’ the two part and Isabella continues in her unknown path.

Tthe loud sounds automatically pollute her ears, the honking, the chattering, tires squealing, the yelling, amongst all the confusion of different genres of music competing for domination. Typical New Yorker life style, things never really change in the Big Apple in the end. Already having seen a few heads turn at just her quick appearance, Isabella decides it perfect to decide for a nice snack possibly. The question is how. As she continues walking throughout town, apparently a few figures are trying to follow her it appears. As the daylight finally fully fades and the shades of darkness take over the night sky, these characters try to continue their pursuit of the female, but alas they fall too far behind. Continuing on, Isabella turns down a street and accidentally bumps into someone, as neither was fully aware of the other being there.

Personality in control: Amunet, but shall change soon
Status: I’m back!
Credit: Jared Clarkson
Muse: Full
Word count: 679 via word, 831 via here...Discrepancy....
Outfit: www.polyvore.com/bella_return/set?id=21554621
Tag: Anyone
Notes: Up for anything, so someone keep me entertained pl0x.

[Vienna Charavelli]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=F1DEDE] Vienna awoke in her gorgeous apartment, in the center of the active world. She peeked out the windows of her top floor apartment, to see the night taking over the city; lights were bright in the city that never sleeps. She yawned, stretching her arms out and found her way to the shower, dazed. The cold water hitting her body focused her, made her aware of everything going on. She stood lazily under the beating shower before turning it off and stepping down on her black tile floor. She pulled a towel through her hair and scrunched the long, chocolate brown strands with a hand greased in mousse. She slid into her impossibly tight skinny jeans that had the flag of her second favorite country around her hips. She slid a lacey yellow camisole over head. Pulling on her leather jacket, she looked like she was a mix between a complete sweetheart and a badass. And she did frequently vacillate between the two. She pushed a large amethyst ring onto her right middle finger, her favorite finger to place a ring on and connected a gold necklace behind her neck, adorned with various cutouts and a jewel or two. She brushed some makeup on her already perfect face, just the bare minimum to accentuate her bright eyes and full lips. She smiled, admiring herself in the full length mirror before walking out of her apartment, quickly slipping on detailed black high heels to add to her average, five-foot-four stature, or somewhere near there. She slid her card through the scanner by her elevator, allowing only owners there to get in, without the aid of anyone else. She leaned against the wall, enduring the painfully slow ride down in a claustrophobic setting that had the ability to bring out the worst in her. She stepped through the luxurious lobby and nodded at the doorman, stepping out onto the streets of the busiest city in the world, at its busiest time. Plays were starting, dinners being eaten, clubs were filled with dancers and people were drunk and rowdy. Vienna licked her lips as all the smells of the city hit her, the strongest being the blood of all those crammed around her. She pushed her way through the busy bodies and threw her arms around a boy who smelled downright delicious. Her face lit up with a smile as she pulled the fully willing human along with her, feeling his arm wrap around her waist as she led him down a few streets. "Well hello there gorgeous,"She purred at him, letting him kiss her, his hands grabbing at her body eagerly now as she backed into an alley, he was too busy to notice, not that he could escape her grasp now. She laughed and pulled her mouth away from his planting kisses down his neck before she dug her fangs into the base, tasting the sweet blood of the foolish boy. She let him drop limp, licked her lips of the last trace of blood, and left the alley satisfied. She walked quickly now, as if she had a place to go, the way New Yorkers did even though she in fact, had no idea of her plans for the night. She stalked through the crowds, her eyes forward and she felt her body crash into another as she hit a corner. She looked the other girl up and down; she had fine taste in clothing and was alright in the looks department. Vienna however, didn’t apologize; she never did, leading to many frayed friendships. She did smile shyly at the girl though, her best approximation of an apology, the girl having ran into her at a good time, right after a meal and she didn’t look disgusting nor harsh so there was currently nothing she could hold against the girl. The Count:641 Outfit:this Notes and Stuff:There wasn’t much I could think to make her say since she wouldn’t apologize, I know it probably would’ve worked better if she had talked, but whatever. .

[IsabellaRoseAyres]

and i've been dying to get out,

but that might be the death of me

Noone likes to be bumped into randomly, no matter the location. However, things are going crazy at the exact moment as Isabella looks on at a beautiful woman before her and catches the slight glimpse going up and down her frame. In response, it is only fair to consider it fair to equally rate what she went into. Looking upon the mystery woman, Amunet isn’t wishing for much confrontation with somebody, but the coloring in the cheeks and faint smell of blood lingering in the air are attractive in ways very few could bring upon them. Taking a slight whiff of the surrounding air, the smell isn’t that of a mutt, something that could turn ugly otherwise.

Confusion settles in upon Amunet however as her world starts to go blurry. A shift is imminent and she knows it, so the question left is to befriend this mystery vampire, or does she get the worst treatment possible. Instead of going to any extreme, test the waters slightly and see where things lead seems the best for now. Very few are shyer than her in social situations, so it is hopeful an outcome would be more beneficial for anyone else. Walking up to the woman again, she stares directly at her and gets close, looking at the face and uttering the words in a lowered tone, ‘Watch where you step there darling, don’t wish to get those fangs tangled into the wrong mess not long after feeding”.

Having laid out a verbal warning to tell her to watch where she goes, as most people in the city are good at avoiding one another, things look to possibly ease up. Hopefully the other person isn’t too feisty or under some sort of rage, otherwise the feeding that Amunet knows she will need within the next few hours could come sooner and under bloodier terms. As she awaits the other woman, nothing seems to be said at first, seeming to possibly end the confrontation. As Amunet prepares to speak however, her world darkens and in the next split second things are shifting dramatically. With the personality change for dominance happening again, Isabella has to refuse even the slightest hint of weakness, as this unknown disadvantage she has acquired could lead to something bad. As the dust settles and her voices start to moan again about not being in the front, things settle to reveal Bahiti at the forefront, the crazed personality that will do literally anything that wouldn’t kill her, just to earn more of something beneficial.

Personality in control: Twas Amunet, but now you get the lovely Bahiti
Status: Did a quick finish, sorry hun
Credit: Jared Clarkson
Muse: Dead >.<
Word count: 636
Outfit: www.polyvore.com/bella_return/set?id=21554621
Tag: Vienna
Notes: Nada

[Vienna Charavelli]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=F1DEDE] Vienna raised her eyebrow as the girl spoke to her. It didn’t seem like she was from New York now, but who knew, there were a lot of crazies in this big city. Luckily for her little blonde friend, she had started her night in quite a good mood and was willing to dismiss her comment, as best she could anyway. She rolled her eyes and could tell the girl was watching her. "Just a word of fucking advice," Vienna replied softly, unable to control herself from swearing at the girl, she was after all at fault in Vienna’s mind and Vienna wasn’t a polite little wallflower. “It’s not very bright to threaten someone who you ran into on the streets of New York, catch them in the wrong mood and you may not be standing on two legs anymore.” So her version of dismissing something wasn’t very dismissive at all, but she didn’t actually rip the girl’s leg off, so that was a plus. She watched as a weird look came across the girl’s face and passed as quickly as it had come. As much as Vienna wanted to continue on, this girl provided some type of amusement, it was rare here to run into someone, rarer still to say anything of it, as much as tourists liked to believe otherwise, walking at an uncomfortably slow pace and still constantly hitting each other, getting into fights with their cameras bouncing against their chests. She looked up at the girl again, watching her face as a steady stream of people walked past them, human after human, Vienna was happy she had fed or she would currently have no focus. Waiting for the response this girl would no doubt have, Vienna twirled the large amethyst ring on her finger absentmindedly and started watching everything that was going on around them, all the while keeping her eyes in a straight stare. Vienna had never been patient or politer, her world revolved around what she was doing at that minute and she rarely took sincere interest in another. She was a solitary with few friends, even fewer close, but never in her life had she had a problem finding someone to spend the night with, just hanging out, partying, dancing, or doing other things. Since her high school trauma she had problems trusting others, but more of an issue trusting herself. The world definitely wasn’t fair and for a long time she fell victim to it, finally finding peace in her loneliness. Now it was something she held onto dearly, knowing that once again she was causing herself pain, not allowing a proper relationship, but it was still something she trusted more than another person. Hostile as she was generally on first impressions, it wasn’t at all who she was. Once past her tests, trying to keep out the people who wouldn’t be worth the effort, she was a perfect sweetheart and her child-like personality came out. She was quite spastic, her mood was always changing, but she was a mostly happy person and she attempted to further isolate herself when she wasn’t but she still managed to cause fights, wherever she was. If this girl didn’t catch her attention soon and keep it, Vienna would end this little confrontation as quickly as it had started, dancing her way through the crowds, disappearing into the suffocating darkness of this particular night. She would be able to find something else do if necessary, but she was fairly certain this girl would be interesting enough, as it didn’t take much to entertain Vienna. The Count:599 Outfit: I’ll do it later. Notes and Stuff:Sorry that was pretty lame but my muse died and I still wanted to get this done instead of waiting. .

[IsabellaRoseAyres]

and i've been dying to get out,

but that might be the death of me

After the change to the much more curious and adventurous Bahiti, Isabella quickly seizes up and struggles to remember what the girl before her said. Another vampire can always mean more fun, or none at all depending how things go. Bahiti however wishes to test this girl out, possibly setting something fun up hopefully. If things work out, the conniving woman might be able to obtain something she likes. Finally the words come ringing back like a thunderous bell, the threat with a little bit of zest between the words shows a feisty side within. As she seems to stall out, the girl before her takes the ring off of her finger and begins to twirl it, the stone managing to catch glimpses of the lights well above normal human grasp. Looking at the ring, it catches her eye and gives a glimmer of hope, causing some of the others to reject in the head. As a mental battle wages, Bahiti finally resigns as she isn’t wishing to be battered by her ‘sisters’ on this subject. Instead, she finally comes forth out of the dazed state and confronts the female before her. “A little zesty are we tonight chicka?,’ asks Bahiti, ‘Something as beautiful as yourself seems like they are looking for some fun outside of the hunt I think.’

Water is meant to be tested, and Bahiti has no problems being the one to stick her hands deep in and see what comes out of it. Without moving in any abnormal way, Bella manages to move her eyes enough to quickly glimpse over the whole body of her female accomplice, finally getting a good eyeful of the whole body and examining it. Truly liking it, Bahiti is getting excited in ways that the rest of the girls don’t deny, as anything of good fun has been denied during the whole sabbatical from society. The only question is, how to see if this female is trulyup for it, or if her tastes are not fitting to what is desired currently. The mystery vampire before her is eyeing up the passer bys as she waits to see what happens. From somewhere in the deep parts of her gut, Bahiti can think of one thing that could really equal some fun for the two of them if the other female is up for it. Looking towards her, a sly smile crosses her face as she begins to speak. “Well, I can see we wouldn’t have as much luck continuing anything here, so I was wondering, want to see what sorts of fun await us in the park?” At this, Bahiti can only wait and see if things advance, and if not then what could be done without leaving this situation.

Personality in control: Bahiti
Status: Finally done
Credit: Jared Clarkson
Muse: Blah
Word count: 506
Outfit: www.polyvore.com/bella_return/set?id=21554621
Tag: Vienna
Notes: Struggled slightly, sorry hun

[Vienna Charavelli]

[atrb=width,400,true] [BG=F1DEDE] Vienna’s eyes settled on the girl before her again as she back to speak. Quickly slipping her ring on her hand, she picked up a new gleam in the girl’s eye, like something Vienna said had taken her interest. The only problem was, Vienna couldn’t figure out why someone might look a bit excited when their limbs getting torn from their body is mentioned. Curiosity was tamed though; as the girl quickly brought about that it wasn’t the words coming from her mouth that intrigued her interest, well not her words alone anyway. Now Vienna was comfortable again, the situation was one she commonly found herself in, although it was much more common to hear from boys. Luckily for her cold companion, she mentioned something Vienna was interested in, fun. Serious relationships were something she wasn’t interested in, be it friendship, or romance, from a girl or boy. Solitude already kept her company at night, kept her focused and on the right track in her life, or how she viewed it, which was the only important opinion anyway. Even with her solo nature, she had a hard time passing up the opportunity to get to know someone new. Looking at the girl again Vienna’s mind was made up, she wasn’t exactly gorgeous, but she had a charm about her and that was enough for her to see where it may lead. She wasn’t one to make anything easy though and tonight would be no exception. A small smile lit her face, her eyes alight with possibility. The girl seemed willing to jump at anything, but Vienna had confidence no matter how much she tested this individual, if that glimmer of hope remained, so would she. For all she knew this particular dead friend of hers might enjoy a bit of a chase. Here was Vienna’s invitation and she was careful of what she would say, but she never thought about it much that ruined it for her, she liked not even knowing what she might say herself. "Oh why not?,"[.color] Vienna purred in the sultry voice that was all her own, that coy smile still on her face. “I’m always up for a little fun…now tell me bright eyes, what’re you planning?” She had given her hope, shown an interest and had found a way to figure out what this other girl was about. The way she answered Vienna’s question would tell her about her character, an idea of what she was getting herself into. Then again, if this girl had her wits about her, there were ways she could deny any hint of her character, which would give her more control of the situation because Vienna loved a mystery. Now anxious from her anticipation, she fought to hide, but succeeded from showing the faintest hint of excitement anywhere in her body, other than the faint look in her eye, the way she was focused on her partner now and those who knew Vienna, knew when she concentrated on something she was intent to get something from it, to solve the puzzle or make herself one, seeing how hard another was willing to fight for her. The Count:527 Outfit: Too lazy. Notes and Stuff:Sorry it took so long! My computer died. ): And it would’ve been better, but after being out of posting mode for so long, it’s a little off. I promise it’ll only improve from here..