[23-23:43] e2d, ºJayde: Aww, do you need some rp?
[23-23:43] fca, *Sam Andrews 
: *she looks up at him once he reaches her, then down to the zippo in his extended hand, then up to his face once more before she reaches over and takes the zippo back and returns it to her hoodie pocket* You're welcome.
[23-23:45] 2f2, *Rhett : *Narrows his ocean-colored eyes at her, cigarette set comfortably now in the corner of his mouth. He nods absently, leaning against the bar next to her.* What's your name?
[23-23:47] f11, ºEnvy: *chin wiggle* yeeeeeees
[23-23:49] fca, *Sam Andrews : Sam. *she says as she caps the sharpie and stuffs that into her hoodie pocket as well, then pours herself another shot, the bottle now left at a quarter tank, and the girl only looks a little tipsy, in the eyes, which would probably appear a little dreamy*
[23-23:52] 2f2, *Rhett : Sam. Hm. *He glances upwards, as if considering the name, then lowers his gaze back down to her-- thoughtlessly running a hand through his jet black hair.* I'm Rhett.
[23-23:55] fca, *Sam Andrews : *she arches a brow for a moment when he tells her his name* Seriously? Interesting.
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[23-23:57] 2f2, *Rhett : Seriously. *Shrugs one shoulder, crossing his arms over his chest.*
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[24-00:00] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *walks down the street, her arms around one of Jaylin's, her head is lowered just enough to keep her hair in her eyes, making her feel more safe as she looks around. Ordinarily, she'd feel completely ridiculous for clinging to anyone like this, but now, she's not even worried about saving face*
[24-00:01] fca, *Sam Andrews : *she grins, then looks around briefly* So, isn't there some girl behind me that you're just itching to talk too? *she downs another shot of the stoli*
[24-00:03] 2f2, *Rhett : Not anymore. *Smirks, then softens it to a smile, rubbing his upper arm absently, sinking down onto the nearest barstool.*
[24-00:04] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson 
: *and honestly, he can’t say that he really minds all that much. It’s been a very long time since anyone clinged to him for any reason, and it’s kind of nice. Plus he wants to watch out for her if he can, she’s always been good to him and helped him out, and all he’s done is cause her problems. The least he can do is help her out when she needs it…and as stated before, he doesn’t really mind*
[24-00:05] fca, *Sam Andrews : Aww, she left then. Poor you. Looks like you're stuck with me. I'm like the plague, really, you might want to rethink your sitting there. *she motions to the stool he's sitting on with her chin, then leans back on her stool again*
[24-00:06] 2f2, *Rhett : Oh? *Sniffs a bit.* Want me to leave?
[24-00:06] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *she jumps anytime anybody walking on the street gets too close to her, but she's determined to get to where they're going... even if she passes out a couple times on the way* Thanks for... um... doing this.
[24-00:08] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *And he watches from across the street, in the shadows, he walks with them, his green eyes staying on Kailynn and he feels her mind, knows her thoughts and she can probably feel those sadistic eyes on her*
[24-00:10] fca, *Sam Andrews : *she shrugs* Do whatever you want, it's a free country, after all, or at least it was last time i checked. *she downs another shot of the vodka, then pushes away the bottle, no longer being able to enjoy the burning taste*
[24-00:12] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : It’s not a problem. Like I keep saying, I’m glad to help *turns his head to smile at her* And I mean it every time I say it, and it’s not changing.
[24-00:13] 2f2, *Rhett : Right. Well, now that I know your name, I think I'm going to split... and, uh, I'll catch you some other time. *Has things to do, people to beat! He shuffles one sneaker against the floorboards, shrugs again, lingers there.* Take it easy...
[24-00:14] fca, *Sam Andrews : Not bloody likely. *she says with a smirk, and raises her hand to give him a little wave goodbye, even though she doesn't turn around to watch him leave*
[24-00:14] f11, *Kailynn Benson: I'm surprised that you haven't just crashed from lack of sleep *referring to her constant nightmares. Of course she can feel the eyes on her, she always can... but now, it's particularly strong. She takes one look around, but doesn't see anything. Her hand holds Jaylin's arm a little more tightly*
[24-00:15] 2f2, *Rhett : Fine, then. *He shrugs, as indifferently as he can.* I guess I won't. Night. *And he turns, heading for the exit.*
[24-00:18] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *a long way down he crossed the street, and continued following, still staying to the shadows, his mind flitting out and causing a stranger to bump into Kailynn, and for a ghost of a second distorting her mind to think its him that bumped into her*
[24-00:20] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : I’ve had it much worse than this *notices her looked around and the tightened grip on his arm. He puts his other hand on her hand that’s on his arm* Are you okay?
[24-00:20] fca, *Sam Andrews : *she laughs at that and turns to watch him leave* Night. *she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, then roots through her hoodie pocket for cash to pay the tender*
[24-00:21] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *which makes her blood run absolutely cold in her veins. She gasps and moves away from the strangers, shoving into Jaylin as she turns to be sure it's the guy... and it isn't* Sorry... I'm sorry.
[24-00:21] 2f2, *Rhett : ((Niiiight.))
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[24-00:24] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson 
: What…it’s okay, I’m not going to let anything happen to you…it’s okay *he hates how scared she seems all of the time, and little things like this*
[24-00:24] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *he laughs, and she can here it, so can Jaylin but it sounds far off, when really hes not more than two yards from them.*
[24-00:26] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *the guy just looks at her like she's nuts. She hears the laugh, but just closes her eyes... it's all just in her head. It's just in her head*
[24-00:28] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *looks around at the sound of laughing, frowning as he does. He doesn’t like how this is shaping up at all* Come on, let’s just keep going.
[24-00:29] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *she keeps walking, but she looks at him in disbelief as she does. Had he heard it, too?* Ok. We're almost there, right?
[24-00:30] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *they might notice that there are a lot of cats around, everywhere all of a sudden.. and footsteps behind them..*
[24-00:33] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : Yeah, were almost there *the clothing store they’re going to is just up the block, and he finds himself walking faster, really worried that something is wrong, something feels wrong, and he doesn’t like it when he can actually feel something is wrong. Last time that happened he’d been shot in the chest point blank four times*
[24-00:35] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *as much as she wants to, she just can't walk all that much faster* Wait... I... *starts to be out of breath already* my legs aren't as long as yours. *and a little more sore*
[24-00:38] JOIN: Street Urchin has entered.
[24-00:38] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *thers foot steps, louder ones clear ones, and these aren't form the shadow.*
[24-00:40] JOIN: Jayde has entered.
[24-00:42] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : Sorry *and he slows down and comes to a stop for a minute, looking around, noticing the cats and the footsteps* What the hell…*something is very wrong and he just wants to get her into the store, to be sure she’s safe*
[24-00:47] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *she bites her lip, but it doesn't stop her chin from quivering as she looks up at him* you hear it all, too... don't you? *she looks scared, of course, but more like her worst paranoias are being confirmed... making them no longer her paranoia*
[24-00:49] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *Ryan smirks, he can hear it all, he can feel her fear and it feeds him. he loves doing this to her..*
[24-00:51] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : I hear it, now come one, we need to get the store, alright? I’m not going to let anything happen to you, but we need to keep walking okay? *and he’s forcing the panic from his voice, she’s scared enough without him adding to it, and as things are going he's more pissed off than scared for his part*
[24-00:53] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *she nods, trying to keep her eyes forward as she so that she doesn't see Ryan's face everywhere. This was supposed to be so simple... it was supposed to help*
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[24-00:56] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *he won't let them get to the store, oh no, with cat hisses, meows, and growls he stands behind them, shadow cats surrounding him along with them.*
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[24-00:59] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : Come on, it’s going to be alright. *starts leading her towards the store, making it the goal in his mind. Get into the store, its close and it’s a direction to go, and it’s way better than being out on the street, but stops at the cat surrounding them, and he lets Kailynn go, spinning around and yelling before he’s even all the way around, assuming the guy is near them* Leave her the hell alone!
[24-01:02] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *the street starts to spin when he lets her go. All of it suddenly overwhelms her. She puts the palm of her hands against her eyes, not turning around... she probably couldn't without being sick*
[24-01:04] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *He just stands there, in a tench coat and expensive looking clothes. he smirks, this is one of the better games hes played.* And why should I....
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[24-01:07] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *that voice... and Jaylin is talking to him, so he has to really be there... why is he here? She drops her hands and slowly turns. Despite the tightness in her throat, the dryness in her mouth, and the shaking in her knees... she can't let herself crumble here on the streets. She can't let him win so completely*
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[24-01:08] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : Because I told you to *and his voice has gotten very low. All this fighting with himself over what had happened to Dunstan in that hotel room, being afraid of the power he had shown then, but now he’s letting it flow, not outwards yet, but through himself. He’s never been this pissed off in his life, save one time before when he had woken up after the fire* Find someone else to play with.
[24-01:10] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *Ryan looks to Kailynn, tapping into her head so easy, making her want to go to him, dispite her repulsion. he just smirks at Jaylin.*
[24-01:13] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *her eyes change, some of the terror going out of them, though, oddly she reaches out and takes Jaylin's hand as if her body knows that it can't take any more time with him* It's ok, Jaylin. I don't mind.
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[24-01:19] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *and he holds onto her hand, pulling her to him as he holds onto her other arm as well* Not it isn’t. He’s doing this…don’t let him. *and he glares back at the other man, knowing full well what is going on, and the rage just seems to build inside of him, and that power…he’s once again to that place he was for a split second the last time, where he likes it, needs it. Wants an excuse to really use it* You need to leave now, before something bad happens to you *practically spits the words at the man while still holding onto Kailynn*
[24-01:21] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *he laughs, condecending.* you little child, hurt me..* he says in disbelief, cocky as everything, glaring at Kailynn, his mind ordering her to get away from jaylin and to him.*
[24-01:23] e29, *Ryan Greggs: (*for some reason thinks of phantom of the opera*)
[24-01:26] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *as much as the order pulls her, it pushes her away too... the force of it frightening her. She doesn't know what to do.* I want to leave. *pulls against Jaylin's hold, but not towards Ryan. But, of course, the struggle is futile even if Jaylin were human because the resistance is physically very painful*
[24-01:30] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : You’re not going to him! *and there is his excuse, the rage just spilling out with all of that building power into some nameless force as it races from his body at this other man, this thing. Jaylin cries out from the intensity of it, loosing his grip on Kailynn and falling to his knees, coming back to himself, as memories, more lost memories that go along with where that power come from crowd his mind, confusing and tormenting him at the same time. He was far from a child in terms of how long he had existed, and even for as long as he had been in this pseudo-human form. But it had been his choice to be trapped in this body, to accept what he had done to another of his kind, and then just the fact that he had done it. Suddenly he looks up, realizing that he’s crying, and that he can’t stop. So many little things revealed, but still the big picture is just out of his reach. And there’s still the conflict of this destructive power. Of how it makes him feel, and how it seems whenever he uses it, it becomes more, and holds him for longer. Of how it makes him into someone he’s not somehow*
[24-01:33] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *whatpower it is the cats, bodily and spiritual take the hit for Ryan and he just steps back, his mind trying to overwhelm Kailynn, to get her to him.*
[24-01:37] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *closes her eyes and covers her ears as she steps backwards until her back is against a wall. Her resolve is surprising this time, due to the absolute terror she's been in, but she is only human after all*
[24-01:39] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *falls forward again, hands on the pavement holding him up and suddenly he reaches out, trying to find where Kailynn is, needing to know where she is, not for her sake anymore but for his* Kai…*and it’s choked off before he can get the rest of her name out by the emotions overwhelming him, it just all seems hopeless all of the sudden, he wasn’t gong to dare use that power again, he doesn’t even think that he can if he tried, and all it had done was hurt or kill a bunch of cats anyway*
[24-01:45] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *killed it killed about ten which is a shame, Ryan frowns, yelling out* you little bitch get over here! *hes mad, he will make her come to him!*
[24-01:48] f11, *Kailynn Benson: *she lowers her hands, realizing she has tears running down her cheeks also. She looks at Jaylin so helpless on the pavement. Her first instinct is to help him up, but her body is frozen where it is* I don't want to.
[24-01:50] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *falls over onto his side, and opens his eyes, finally able to see Kailynn as he hears her say that, and he can’t help a small gasp of happiness breaking the painful sobs for a moment, he’s just so glad to hear her say that to the other man, to know that she’s fighting him somehow*
[24-01:54] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *Ryans eyes open wide, this cannot be happening.... *Get...* he starts to say, then stops, changing his mind.... another time maybe, the dead cats turn to shadow, and ash and he turns walking away, leaving kailynn with a huge ass headache, and to feel all those wounds he'd given her, her neck would throb also*
[24-02:00] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *she watches him walk away. The headache and all of her injuries hurting again only slows her down a moment. She holds her ribs as she kneels down on the pavement next to Jaylin* Are you alright? What did he do to you?
[24-02:05] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : He didn’t….*trails off as he tries to wipe his face off* I did it…I was….* he can’t even put into words what is going through his mind at the moment. So many memories mixed and jumbled together* I remembered…things….but I didn’t…they make no sense and I tried….*he trails off as puts a hand on his chest at an odd sensation, and that’s when he realizes there’s blood on his shirt. Confused he pulls up the collar and he looks down to see the four bullet scars covered in blood. But whatever had caused them to bleed had stopped, because there isn’t anymore fresh blood coming out of them, and when he wipes off the one highest up next to his collar bone it comes off clean and nothing but the scar is underneath. It’s not hard to make a connection between that and the power* We need to get back to the bar…to the room…
[24-02:09] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *the lights, the noise... it makes it hard for her to keep her eyes open, and her eyes are constantly moving... waiting for Ryan to spring out at any moment. But, she's pretended to be ok before. She can do it again.... but standing up from a kneel with broken ribs is not an easy thing to do so she stays in the kneel, trying to think of a way to do it so that she can help him up also* Yes. We do.
[24-02:12] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *he rolls over, and pauses for a moment, taking in a deep breath before he pushes himself to his feet, taking an involuntarily step backwards as his balance is just completely screwed up, but he manages to stay on his feet, and he glances down at her* Come on *offers a hand to help her up, though he’s just as likely to fall in the effort*
[24-02:15] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *she doesn't take the hand.* I can do it *luckily, people on the street just take them for a couple of junkies and keep walking. She uses what's left of her leg muscles and stands straight up. She grimaces as it hurts very badly, but not as bad as trying to bed over would have*
[24-02:16] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : Okay, it’s not that far….*and he starts walking, though he’s still pretty wobbly, but he’s not falling. He just wants to get back now, to make the memories and feelings stop…to get back to somewhere he feels safe, and his room at BtD is the only place in this city he’s ever felt safe*
[24-02:20] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *she wraps her arms around herself, feeling so very vulnerable, but now also responsible for Jaylin. When he wobbles, she slips an arm around his waist*
[24-02:21] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : I can do it…*it’s a very weak attempt to shrug away the help. She’s the one who’s really hurt, but she’s the one trying to help him* It’s not that far…
[24-02:25] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: But I can't *but she drops the arm anyway. The last thing she wants to do is hurt his pride on top of everything else. She rethinks her earlier pitiful retort and tries to ammend it* You're right. It's not that far.
[24-02:28] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *and he can’t even look at her, or find anything to say the whole way back, he just concentrates on keeping one foot in front of the other until the bar is in sight, and then he’s just so grateful he didn’t fall that he almost does fall, but catches himself at the last second*
[24-02:31] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *she reaches out to catch him at the same time, but backs off when he does it himself* Oh...Jaylin, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I drug you into this. I should have just... *doesn't know what she should have done, but staying with him doesn't appear to have been the right thing*
[24-02:34] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : No this….you didn’t do this to me…I did this to me…I just happened to finally do it while you were there *and he wipes his eyes again, and just walks for the bar, wanting to get to his room…and to get to something he’d been keeping hidden in of the dresser drawer. A bottle a Jack Daniels. He just had it, he hadn’t taken any drinks from it yet, he’d just had it there in case, but now he knows he just needs it. He just can’t take this sober* And then I let him…because I couldn’t control….I…*trails off as he makes a b-line for the bar door*
[24-02:38] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *doesn't understand any of what he just said. She just knows that her head is killing her and she feels like she's been hit by a truck... pretty much about where she was when he found her, except she's standing. Unfortunately, her array of broken fingers make it pretty impossible to open the door... so she has to let him do it.*
[24-02:41] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *and he does open it, waiting for her to go through before he continues walking, going straight to the stairs and using the wall to help him up to the top, opening the door to his room and leaving it open and he goes straight to his dresser and pulls open the top drawer, pushing aside the clothes so that the bottle is clearly visible, but that’s when he pauses. He can’t let her see him drinking this, and so he slams the drawer shut with more force than is necessary, and ends up falling backwards to the floor, where he just sits. He wants that bottle so badly, but just as badly he doesn’t want to risk being caught drinking it*
[24-02:47] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *she pauses in the doorway and just watches him, her headache is starting to make her sick to her stomach. She jumps and flinches when he slams the drawer. She doesn't understand what's going on... she doesn't know what's in there, or not in there... anything. She only knows how guilty she feels for it, no matter what he says. She only knows that she can't stay here. Whatever was wrong with him, she couldn't help and she didn't have the will at the moment to fight him for the chance to try. Oh so very quietly, she takes a step back, out of the room and pulls the door shut behind her, hoping he doesn't notice*
[24-02:50] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *forces himself to his feet and turns as the door is shutting, walking over to it and pushing it open* If you’re going to leave….*something seems to catch in his throat. He feels like what happened is his fault, he’d gotten so caught up in himself and that he’d broken his word about watching out for her, to watch out for that guy. That he’d let her down* I can at least give you some money for…wherever it is your going. It’s the least…at least it’s something.
[24-02:56] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *but she's not headed for the stairs, she's going down the hall. one hand is raised massaging her temple, the other is just dropped. She turns around* I don't need it *she has typical dazed, half open migrane eyes... except there isn't any real sign of pain in them. They're completely dead*
[24-03:00] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *and he’s very surprised, he’d assumed she was going to leave rather than be in the same building as him, not that his logic is very good at the moment* I thought you were leaving….never mind, I’m sorry..*but when he looks at her all he wants to do is walk over and hug her, to try somehow to make her feel better, and he’s out the door and almost to her before he stops himself. He doubts she wants that right now* Never…I’m sorry.
[24-03:06] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *when he gets closer to her, she takes steps back.* I can do it myself. I can open the fucking door and I can... I can brush my teeth and I can sleep through the night. *which she's telling herself that more than him. She knows for a fact that she's not going to do any of those things* Just... don't worry about me.
[24-03:08] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : That’s not what I was…sorry *and he turns to retreat to his room. He didn’t know what the hell he was thinking. He’d wasn’t thinking straight, that was for sure and he’d pushed her when he should have just walked away*
[24-03:13] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *she turns and continues to talk down the hall like a ghost. She doesn't make an attempt to open any of the doors. It was just too much for her to see the vampire again so soon, and on her trial run of the city*
[24-03:15] e2d, *Jaylin Anderson : *and he stops in the doorway of his room, watching her* You could still sleep here…if you wanted…*but his voice looses it’s strength with every word as he’s already so sure of the answer. Why would she want to do that?*
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[24-03:21] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *turns around and the lights in the hallway make her eyes close briefly* I just... I don't want to be like this anymore. I only wanted to take pictures.
[24-03:23] 68b, *Jaylin Anderson : What do you mean? *and he’s just confused. He has no clue what it was she meant exactly*
[24-03:24] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *probably because she's never been so honest, but she doesn't have the strength to explain. She walks back towards him* I'll stay to make sure you're alright
[24-03:26] 68b, *Jaylin Anderson : Thank you *and he genuinely means it. He wasn’t telling her she could stay with him for her sake, this had been a completely selfish offer. He just hadn’t thought it would actually pan out*
[24-03:27] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: *lucky for him and his need to drink, she passes out almost immediately, though she does wake up several times throughout the night*
[24-03:27] d5c, *Kailynn Benson: ((nighty night!))
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[24-03:29] 68b, *Jaylin Anderson : *and he does sneak a few drinks, not that he sleeps all that well himself. He just can’t, but at least he does get some sleep*
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[24-16:37] 2a4, ºCecile DeMornay: *shifty eyes*
[24-16:37] 2a4, ºCecile DeMornay: *works admin magic*
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: *walks into BtD. He’d finished cleaning out his apartment today of things he no longer needed, and he’d had to suffer through a visit from Ivy, who seemed only to have dropped by out of boredom. He’d left as soon as he was able to get rid of her and the sun was down. The first thing he does is walk over to the bar to sit down, wondering if they had blood here, if he remembered it right they did, but he also supposed it depend on the who the bartender was*: ((I'm using the BtD one...I can see it is not showing up elsewhere?)): ((I see the icon, but not the banner)): *and he spots her, but the first thing he notices is the shirt, and of course that doesn’t go over to well with him. It’s not like it take a rocket scientist to figure out who’s shirt that is. And that really just plan pisses him off, and he’s up and walking over to her in an instant, without any regard for the fact that probably no one was allowed near the stairs or in that area unless they worked or lived here* Well I guess this answers where you went.: (*Test.*): Hmm…not all you’ve been doing here it looks like *and he doesn’t even try to hide anything in his tone in that comment with what she’s wearing, and the fact that he can smell someone else on her, and he assumes it’s Jaylin, who else would it be?*: That’s your story then? And what have you been doing that’s been taking up so much time you haven’t been able to get clothes of your own? I know you must have been spending a lot of time with him…*pauses as he looks her over with a slightly shake of his head* God, I can smell him on you. You…I guess you get to make your own mistakes though. Your not going to listen to me *and even he knows he doesn’t really have a right to be angry, it’s her life and she can do whatever she wants, he has no say, but he is mad. He just is*: Excuse me? What does that mean? *and he’s just so…well more jealous than mad, not that he would ever admit that, oh no, that he doesn’t even notice how upset it’s actually making her, he just thinks she’s trying to come up with a story to get him to back off*: You seemed able to go outside the other night. All the way to my apartment, then back here *and suddenly the expression on his face changes as he realizes what he’s doing to her. But for some reason he can’t bring himself to apologize or back away, not about this, not when she’s wearing that shirt and she’s here*: Why did you sneak out just so you could come here to h…*and that’s more than he wanted to say, though it’s the basic explanation of things. But he’s still not that open of a person, better than he used to be, but only by a certain amount* Never mind, I hope your happy here. *and he turns to walk back and sit down at the bar again. That was really why he’d come here right? Not because Ivy had mentioned earlier that there was a red-headed girl staying with Jaylin, or at least that was the reason he was going to go with, he’d just come for a drink*: Twice. I’ve only tried to kill him in front of you twice, I knew you for a while before that, so I wouldn’t go so far as to say the majority of the time *and he spins back around, unable to just ignore that. His tone could be called a bit childish, but so could his behavior for the most part as far as this matter is concerned*: I didn’t want to do that…it was my job. I’m sure there were plenty of times at your last place of employment where you did things you didn’t want to do *and this argument isn’t really getting much better so much as a ‘like your better’ argument, which is not really what he intended at all* I’m not doing that anymore…I told you I quit…*trails off as he looks at her, with a very pleading look in his eyes, he really wish she did believe him* but you don’t believe me do you?: You don’t…but it would be nice *and he turns and walks over, sitting on the nearest stool since he was practically there already, letting out a long frustrated breath before he turns on the stool and looks back at her again* But I guess that’s my fault for doing my job, you can’t exactly give a damn about someone who used to kill right?: *and he really just stares at her for a moment, taking another supposedly calming breath before he answers* Like I’ve never shown any concern for you before? This is a shock somehow?: Never mind. I’m sorry I bothered you *and that response was very quick because he’s not going to get into that. He can’t get into that. He already knows she wouldn’t care for his reasons, for his feelings, so why bother with explaining them to her? All it’ll do is make him feel worse and he doubts she’d be to chipper about it*: ((Hmmm *inpsects them* I am an expert on Evil Twin's...but this is a hard one)): Not what? *looks back up at her, looking very hurt at the moment when he does, he has serious doubts about the ‘just friends’ thing she seems to be pushing about Jaylin, but then he doesn’t know for sure. Thought from what he’s seen…she was in his hotel room, now she’s staying at his place, which she picked over Dunstan’s, and she’s dressed in just one of Jaylin’s shirts. But…there’s always an explanation, not that he’s inclined to believe it right now*: I don’t exactly have a high opinion of him if you hadn’t noticed *and he snaps at her, but he doesn’t feel to bad about it* I didn’t used to get hired to kill people who were productive members of society, and just the fact that he’s associated with that Ivy woman….*and he just trails off* I just don’t like him, and I don’t like the fact that you’re here…with him. *and his last words take on a very different tone from the rest of what he said*: I’m not being weird….I’m being concerned *not a very good save, but it’s more of a panicked attempt than a good one*: I keep telling you that you don't need to be concerned. *she yells, hitting the bartop with both hands, sending waves of pain up her arms from the broken fingers, but she just takes it* Why do you think you are that you can just show up and judge me?: *who... not why: I’m not judging you! *and he’s yelling back at her* I want to makes sure your alright. I don’t care if you don’t want me to be concerned, I am and that’s not changing because….*and he’s not even sure what to say, or how to finish the thought, he’s not even sure that he can* You can’t just tell me not to care and magically it happens. That’s not how it works Kailynn.: Well, I'm obviously alright, so what the hell is your problem? *she's so terribly helpless looking* You're acting like a j... *she stops, as her eyes narrow at what she'd been about to say. Not narrow angrily, but thoughtfully* Are you jealous?: *crap, he doesn’t have a response to that except to kind of laugh and look at her…well, like she’s right but he doesn’t want to admit to that, especially not now, but still he doesn’t actually say anything, as he can’t really think fast of enough of what it is he should say. Whatever he says will just sound like a lie, and he can’t actually say it’s true, somehow it would feel like admitting defeat for some reason*: That doesn't make any kind of sense... *afterall, after shooting Jaylin, he just kind of disappeared, so it's not like they were really friends. And it's not like she is monogamous in who she plays video games with*: What was I suppose to do? Like you would have talked to me while I had a job to kill your friend….never mind, I’m just going to go. *the words sound lifeless as he stands up. Like he can explain this to her, he’s not sure he understands it himself, but it went back to before anything with Jaylin, the fact that she was the only person he could talk to or hang around without having to worry about the job. That she was the first woman to even seem to give him a second look after having a conversation with him, that she had known for a while what his job was, and she hadn’t tried to call the cops on him or hide from him…but it doesn’t matter anymore. Everything is different now*: Wait a minute.: What? *and he just stands there, looking at the bar top, he just wants to go home and sulk in peace*: Why did you stop killing people? *wondering if he'll give her a straight answer this time*: *he drops his voice, sure he doesn’t want anyone else to hear this* Because it’s very hard to keep killing when you’ve become what it is you hunt.: *just shakes her head a little* What does that mean?: I don’t know if you’ll believe me…*and for some reason he opens his mouth and shows her the fangs that are now there, hopefully to make it more real, and he’s not even sure why he’s telling her the truth* A woman…Ivy, she came to my apartment after the last time I ran into your friend…I still had a concussion and I couldn’t really fight back…and she made me a vampire like her. *it sounds far more stupid in words, but it’s the whole truth, and he can’t bring himself to lie to her, not now*: *oh, but she does. The fangs remind her, make images flash through her mind. But, she doesn't freak out, like she wants to. She just closes her eyes and rubs the one that isn't bruised* It was all real... I thought...: That it’s not real…*says it as though it’s something he’s said before* Most people don’t think it’s real…that none of it’s real, that there’s a ‘logical’ reason for it…I’ve just always known about these things…my mother…I just always knew since I was little…but I never thought I’d become…a thing myself….are you going to be okay? *his words are pretty jumbled together at this point, as he’s worried what she’s really thinking now*: *hadn't been thinking at all what he'd assumed* I uh... yeah *just tries to shake it off. She hadn't been drugged after all. It was something else* I'm fine.: Really? *he’s just very surprised that she hasn’t freaked out or told him to leave yet, though he’s figuring she’s just in shock and that part will come in a minute*: *nods, the pieces fitting together... why she couldn't remember things, or why she had two memories for the same incidents* Yes. I just *is about to cry again. A rather irritating new habit she's acquired* I have to go.: *and there it is, the brush off. He probably wouldn’t even be able to find her again after this, but this was exactly what he had expected. She’d probably run back off upstairs…to him* Yeah…I…I understand. You don’t have to worry about me coming back here again.: N.. no. It's really not you. I'm sorry. I just had everything figured out, I thought it was drugs. But it's more than that. He can get to me whenever he wants to.: ((but I need to sleep soon! darn you kids making me have so much fun*: The guy who went after you….the one who bit you? *and now anger is swirling around with every other emotion inside of him at the moment, which is really not a good mix*: (*has stuff to do over this break.... including making up for the lack of sleep from all semester*)): *just nods, not looking at him so she doesn't see any of the anger*: There are ways to get rid of a problem like that *and he didn’t mean for it to come out as…sinister as it did* I know pretty much everyway…it was part of my job for a long time.: *she shouldn't have said anything. She's been doing stupid stuff like that a lot lately. Maybe she has brain damage* No. Don't worry about it. I have to go lay down, though. I... don't feel well.: I’m going to worry about it anyway *just said as a statement of fact. Even if she doesn’t want him worry about it, he’ll definitely be staking out the place just in case. He’s not going to let this guy get to her if he can stop it, especially when he’s affected her so badly*: *she feels physically ill, like when she goes outside alone* n..no. just *her shaky knees collapse and she's on the floor.: *and he’s already vaulted the bar after watching her start to fall, and he on his knees next to her, holding on to her to keep her from falling and hitting her head or something. He doesn’t say anything at first, he just holds her, glad for a second for the contact, though he knows it’s not going to last all that long and after a moment he pulls away a bit* Come on, at least let me get you up the stairs…you don’t look like your going to make it on your own.: *concious, but obviously out of it, she nods. She doesn't have the energy to resist the help, let alone make it up the stairs* Why didin't he just kill me?: They like their games to much usually *and he very carefully worded that, using ‘they’ instead of ‘we’. He doesn’t like being lumped into that category, despite the facts. He helps her up, letting her walk a little on her own as he doubts she’d be very happy if he just carried her the entire way. She just never struck him as the kind of girl who wants things done for her*: *doesn't do so good at walking on her own, though. She trips over one of his feet, putting her ribs through hell when he catches her, or she catches herself on him*: *and so he picks her up off her feet completely, and just starts carrying her up the stairs. He doesn’t want her to get hurt any worse, and it’s obvious she can’t really make it on her own, but when he reaches the top, he has to pause, as he has no idea which door is the right one* Uh…which door?: *rattles off some number. It's the first number that pops into her head. She hopes its the right answer to the question that he asks*: *and it’s the first door, so that’s easy enough, but it’s shut and when he try’s to open it, it’s a bit awkward, and all the first attempt does is cause a lot of noise as he makes sure not to drop her while trying to get the door open*: *was in his dresser drawer again, sneaking a drink when he has to slam the drawer shut again, sure it’s Kailynn, but he’s surprised when the door doesn’t open, and he figures she’s having trouble because of her fingers so he walks over to open it, and completely freezes in terror at when he sees Dunstan at the door carrying her*: *is totally out by now, so tired from not sleeping well, not eating well, and just plain shock*: Let her go, you can do whatever you want to me but let her go….*he just doesn’t know what else to say, having figured the guy was out of commission after what Ivy had said about taking care of him, and he can clearly see the changes himself since he knows what to look for*: I’m not here for you *he practically spits the words at him as he pushes past Jaylin, but stops dead in his tracks in the middle of the room when he sees there is only one bed* You both…sleep here?: *narrows his eyes at the way that Dunstan says that, a small bit of fear evaporating as he realizes that he recognizes that tone, but isn’t completely sure he’s reading the other man right* Yes…you can put her there. I’ll take care of her.: Yeah right…*walks over and sets her down gently anyway, then turns to glare at the other man* I’m not leaving until she at least wakes up.: Oh, I think your leaving. This is my room and I want you out of it right now. *is acting far more brave than he’s feeling, but he’s defiantly seeing something here he wouldn’t have expected to see out of a killer like Dunstan*: If you want me gone you’ll have to force me to leave *lets the challenge hang in the air, fully willing to get in a fight over this*: What makes you think I won’t, or don’t you remember what happened last time? *he is praying silently that the threat is enough, because he’s defiantly not going to follow through on it*: I remember *and he grabs a nearby chair, sets it next to the bed, and plants himself in it, staring at Jaylin* So go ahead, try it.: *opens her eyes half way, the hostility waking her slightly* Stop... just stop.: ((That just sounded very wrong...or maybe I just have a really dirty mind)): ((thought it too)): ((uh huh... dirty dirty Lisha bug *winkity*)): *notices Kailynn wake up a little, but he wants this man gone so he walks closer, lowering his voice in an attempt to hide what he’s saying* She doesn’t want you here. What makes you think she would? *tries a new approach, as the threat of physical violence obviously isn’t going to work* It was one of you that attacked her.: *doesn’t answers as he heard Kailynn, and he doesn’t want to upset her* It’s alright Kailynn…we aren’t going to fight *and just sits in his chair, though if looks could kill, as the saying goes, Jaylin would finally be dead*: *doesn’t answers as he heard Kailynn, and he doesn’t want to upset her* It’s alright Kailynn…we aren’t going to fight *and just sits in his chair, though if looks could kill, as the saying goes, Jaylin would finally be dead*: *satisfied enough, her eyes close again*: You need to leave *still keeps his voice low, not wanting to bother Kailynn again* You shouldn’t be here, and your not needed.: I think I am *stands up and closes the distance between him and Jaylin still glaring at the shorter man* And I’m not leaving.: And you’re accomplishing what by being here other than make things worse? I don’t think your reasons for being here are really to help anyone but yourself.: *just shakes his head and turns back around to walk back to the chair*: You probably wish that was your bed and not mine huh? *is reaching on this one, it’s mostly guess work but he’s trying to think of something to say that’ll piss him off enough to get him to leave, or something. And it’s the only reason he can think of for the guys behavior so far, he had to care something about Kailynn or he wouldn’t be putting up with this*: *spins back around, almost ready to hit Jaylin but stops, and just turns for the door* I’ll be downstairs, but I am not leaving this building.: *just waits for the other man to leave the room, the quickly locks the door behind him and realizes that his hands are shaking. He’d definetly been worried about another attempt to kill him after that, but at least he’d gotten him out of the room. He walks over to the chair Dunstan left and sits down, looking at Kailynn worried about what happened between her and Dunstan downstairs to make it so she had to be carried back here, and he sits for so long he actually falls asleep there*
: (*slips into Madi skin* do you have her messengers?): *wraps her full length jacket a little tighter around her. She's not cold, of course, but she doesn't want to be mistaken for one of those street whores that are so popular in this city. Her steps are long and even, just wanting to get to the club before she's spotted*: *the line isn't horribly long, or she'd just leave. Getting in pretty much right away, she checks her coat and goes to her usual spot at the bar to observe*: *luckily the line does move pretty fast, and it’s not that long before he gets inside, though he didn’t bring a coat, he hadn’t thought of it on his way out the door. It wasn’t like he was cold or anything anyway. He finds himself skirting the edges of the crowd, watching people, but never actually getting to far in to the dense crowd*: *in vinyl pants tonight and a lime green fishnet top with just a black bra on under, she's rather proud of how well she's starting to fit in. She sits, getting up her nerve to just wiggle her way into the crowd like everybody else seems to do*: *eventually finds himself next to the bar, getting knocked into by some guy who shoves past him with a few drinks on his way somewhere else, and out of instinct he just puts out his leg and trips the guy so he falls and spills the drinks. Dunstan just smirks slightly before sitting on the nearest stool to get out of the way as the guy scrambles around to get up*: *saw the whole thing and she laughs, not even bothering to hide it* Not much of a people person, are you?: *turns his head to look at the new voice, and definitely feels more comfortable when he sees who it is talking* Not particularly. I just don’t have the patience to put up with it all when there’s no reason to.: It's a crowded place *still chuckling* You're going to get bumped into.: Then I’m afraid more people are going to get tripped *shrugs slightly* What can I say, it hasn’t been a very good couple of nights.: *leans around to peer at his face and she nods, as if some suspicion was confirmed* You look like you need to eat and take a good nap: *laughs a little* Probably, but I don’t feel like doing what I should at the moment, that would require going home, and I don’t particularly want to be there right now.: Ah *nods again, but to her credit, she says none of the presumptions that pops into her head*: You’re here alone again? When are you going to bring your friend with you? *doesn’t really want to talk about himself anyway, that wasn’t the point of coming here*: *notes the abrupt shift in subject, but she doesn't really mind* When I'm ready for him.: Of course…I take it he’s more…used to these kinds of places?: *laughs softly* Yes... see how obvious I am?: Yes I do *grins at that* I just hope that your successful in what your doing, and that it doesn’t take you to long to reach your goals. *a copy of a toast he’d heard once, but it seems to apply alright here*: (*wave wave wave to Sam*)
: ((*waves back* wazzup?)): *it sounds a little generic, but she knows he means well* Thank you. And same to you. *looks out over all these kids again, jumping around doped up on God knows what*: (ick! lemme change my color since I'm not all that attatched to it anyway. Not a whole lot. Just chillin with this ghettofabulous Jayde here. You?): (cula change): ((stweing over why the hell i had to go into fucking work to make two stinkin dollars on two poured beers *grumbles and shit*)): (*woulda been a little stewy about that too*): ((*burns down the hard rock manhattan and cackles as she watches it burn*)): *and when he looks around, everyone just seems to annoy him and he frowns while he looks, a little angry mixed into it all. It seems a lot louder in here than the last time he’d been in here, with a lot more people and he finds himself folding his arms as he still looks around with a deep frown*: *reaches over and gently tugs once on his shirt sleeve* Come on.: (*snatches up Tevster for a good round of cuddles*): Hmm, what? *turns his head to look at her, not understanding at first as he’d gotten so caught up in his own thoughts that he hadn’t been paying attention anymore*: *nods towards the floor* Come on. You came here for dancing, didn't you?: *nods, though that’s only sort of true. He’d come to be distracted, but dancing fell into that category and he stands up to follow her, though he’s still finding himself annoyed by the people in here tonight*: *Sam lays on a grassy noll in the park, high as a kite, as usual, it was late, after all, in reality, she had a lot to catch up on**dressed in a yellow plaid mini skirt, and a coat like the one in the photo, she stares up at the stars, and tries to come up with a scheme for this evening*: (gives Squirrelie a cookie with M&Ms) *glides through the crowd, her slim form turning at all the right moments to keep from getting bashed into, as if she can just predict it*: *and he follows, though he does get bumped into a few times, though more out of his not caring for moving out of their way when he could, but it’s not bad enough to knock anyone over or for him to try and trip anyone this time*: *in one, fluid movement, she turns and goes right into dancing without any kind of pause. She looks several times to those around her... although what they're doing hardly qualifies as dancing in her book.*: *she rolls over onto her belly, her electric blue eyes following a colony of ants as they go about their daily business* ((*waves to Tevesh, is SOOOOO fricking out of it*)): ((sure)): *and he’s not going to just stand there like an idiot, he starts dancing as well, though in an effort to make thing easier he closes his eyes and attempts to imagine this place as less annoying, avoiding slamming into anyone by using his other heightened senses, and he finds it works a lot better this way, everything is far less annoying*: *has to say, it's been a long time since she's met somebody that's needed to lighten up more than she does. She gets a little closer to him so that she doesn't have to raise her voice too much* You're a killer, aren't you?: (Muh-fuckin' icon, biatches.): *sam sits up and starts to pick blades of grass out of her hair**she had spent an awful lot of time away from her luxary suite hotel room, so fantastic that she had to rent it by the hour**she was hiding again, yes, she never could stand to be around those she knew for too long, she was the lone wolf, and no one was going to influence her daily decisions but her*: *opens his eyes as he looks at her, trying to read the intent behind the question* I was, am, really. I’d like to think I’m not anymore…but I don’t think that would pan out. Tevesh turns around.. Sees that damned Park.. He still hadn't gone in there, didn't feel right. The air around the place was dusty, a little punch to the gut every tiem he passed it.. Tev thought to himself.. 'Time to get it over with, I guess. Gotta start somewhere..' So he walks in, the feeling he got passing immediatly after he walked in under the trees of the place, and he grins.. Laughing audibly, he sort of skips down the path, uncaring of how he looks.. The pulse of the Web is very slight today, so he feels good.. Happy. Normal.: *doesn't have any intent. Just curious* I can tell by how you move.: (Fucking icon. Again.): Really? *tilts his head a little. He is wondering exactly what it is about how he moves that gives that away, he hadn’t ever heard anyone say they knew that about him because of how he moved, for other reasons, but not for that*: *nods* Yes. *but she doesn't give any more information than that because he didn't ask for it*: I wonder how many others have the ability to tell that just from watching me. I’ll have to pay more attention myself to try and figure it out.: *she eventually climbs to her feet and dusts off her skirt* What to kill tonight, eh? *strands of dirty blonde hair fall into her big blue eyes as she ponders what type of trouble to seek out this evening*: I wouldn't worry about it too much. I'm just a genius. *and she's serious... at least, she doesn't smirk or wink or give any indication that she's kidding*: That must help you out a lot…in whatever it is that you do. I don’t think I can think of a profession where I would be a hindrance *and he smiles a little bit, finding her very interesting to talk to, as he very much believes her that she’s a genius*: It's a hinderance on having a good time. *smiles as she dances long, still expertly avoiding getting bashed into. Lennon will be impressed by that improvement for sure* Tevesh walks along now, slowly.. Enjoying the place. He got a feeling a peace, which completely contrasted the feeling he got from outside of this place.. The noises, not many, were those of birds and and bugs, the pulse of the Web.. The thump of the Veins.. It was all very musical.. So he hums tunelessly.. Waiting for something to happen.: I suppose, though I’m not sure I truly know what a good time is, to be honest. Every time I think I might be having one, something goes wrong. But I think that might just be life.: *Sam starts down one of the paths that leads her towards the street, the same path that Tevesh himself is on, only she has yet to spot another soul yet**she walks at a quick pace, impatient as ever to get her night started*: Only if you keep feeling sorry for yourself.: (Shit.. I'm off. Sorry. Be back in an hour.): *just stops dancing now* Well, that’s something I’ve always been adept at, if I knew I was doing it or not. *doesn’t add anymore to that* I’m not sure I can stop *and he turns to walk back to the bar, really not feeling like dancing anymore as this was getting a little to close to recent problems*: *she pauses a moment, then follows after him* Look, I didn't mean to offend you *her accent coming out more and more with every word* But, don't think that because you're immortal, that you have more time to get yourself figured out. Life is every bit as short for us as it is for them.: That may be…but I’m not prepared to look that hard at myself yet. *and as her accent gets sharper, a bit of an accent starts to creep into his voice, something inherited from years spent with his mother that didn’t normally show itself* I just can’t right now.: (*kicks for chain update*): Don't procrastinate for too long. You've already been given a hell of a chance for more time. *smiles at him again and slithers back onto the dance floor*: *watches her leave, and heads for the door, pushing his way through the crowd outside. He walks down the street, trying not to think to much about what the woman inside the club had said, he still hadn’t gotten her name yet. He didn’t want to think about it, he wanted to sulk some more, and in that spirit he finds himself at BtD. Might as well sulk downstairs while glaring at the ceiling or something, as what’s upstairs is pretty much the reason for the sulking. And so he goes inside, and walks over to sit at one of the back tables, not ordering anything as that’s not what he’s here for, and he honestly hates the taste of a lot of the drinks here*: *is already down there, in a corner booth with her feet up, her hands resting on her stomach as she stares at an unopened box of Chinese food. Staring like a child looking through a window at a lolliop. Of course, she's in Jaylin's clothes again. It's amusing to her how they fit her. Legs that actually fit, except that they're way too long, same with the arms on his shirts. If only she had a camera...*: *and after a few moments he catches a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. Damn. He hadn’t thought he’d actually see her, he’d just assumed she’d still be upstairs, and so he looks away again just as quickly, weighing his options. Stay here and risk being seen, or try to get back out the door before it’s too late. He doesn’t think he can talk to her right now, he’s not sure what nonsense might start coming out of his mouth*: *she, fortunately for him, hasn't even noticed... she's just staring at the box. She's just so damned hungry. Who knew that broken fingers could make someone such an invalid?*: *and finally he gets up, walking for the door and hoping not to get caught, though in his rush he doesn’t even notice the man crossing his path, and it’s to late. Only this time the drink gets dumped down the front of Dunstan’s shirt instead of onto the floor, and the other guy doesn’t fall down. Instead he starts yelling, pushes Dunstan once who just glares but doesn’t push back, and then the guy seems to get bored and walk back to the bar, still complaining very loudly. So much for a quiet exit*: *naturally, that gets her attention and her eyes shift. Well, how did he sneak in without her noticing? If she could, she'd hide under the table. Their last encounter was so embarassing for her. She'd been sure he'd never be back her after she'd passed out for no apparent reason*: *and whatever that guy had in his glass was not exactly good for his shirt and he swears under his breath. Not having a coat now was annoying, but when he glances over to Kailynn he catches her eye, and he can’t exactly walk out now so he walks over, obviously uncomfortable though he hopes it looks like it’s from the spill* Hey, I didn’t…see you there.: *doesn't look very comfortable either, but she's hoping that it looks like it's from being beat up* I didn't see you either. Are you going to live? *nods towards the spill on his shirt*: *laughs a little* Well, I’d say that I’ll live, just uncomfortable till I can get home and get a change of clothes *shrugs a little* Not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me *he’s doing much better than he would have thought he could, he’s being pretty good about have a safe conversation so far*: I could... *trails off. She'd been about ready to say she could run upstairs and borrow one of Jaylins, but then she thinks better of it* only imagine. *smiles slightly* You want to sit down and be uncomfortable with me for a little bit?: (*pretty much hates any computer that isn't hers*): *and he definitely seems to have to take a moment to think about it before he sits down, knowing he probably should have made an excuse about needing to go home to get another shirt, but he didn’t* Sure.: *she drops him a little wink, obviously feeling much better than she had the previous evening* Good choice.
: ((Icon)): *laughs a little bit and then notices the unopened box on the table* Your dinner?: *nods, the back of her head rubbing against the back wall, since she's lounging sideways in the booth* Yeah. It's probably cold by now, though.: And you didn’t eat it because…?: *lifts her hands from her empty stomach, fingers still taped together* I'd be a little dangerous with chop sticks.: *Follows her to the elevator, almost like a dog follows it's owner. His mind is far to lost in lust now that he can tell the difference from when her body heat was near or far, the more primal parts awakening, taking in the invisible trail of vanilla the she leaves behind*: *reaches over and opens the box, looking inside at the contents* I’m sure you could find a way to eat it without the complications. You need to eat something.: *After he follows her in she pushes the tenth floor button and leans against the rail they have in those moving boxes, her tendrels of hair falling down her back, over her shoulders and a few ringlets in her green eyes. She smiles at him cutely, like all her smiles, her nose wrinkling some and her freckles dashing across the bridge of it.*: *the open box sends the heartbreaking smell of sweet and sour chicken wafting over to her, making her mouth water even more* I've been sitting here for an hour trying to find one.: I just wish that I had a camera right now to capture that image...*Looks her over in that pose, licking his lips* Don't know if I've ever seen a more tantalizing sight, Pilar...*Sighs quietly, closing the small distance from door to her railing, wrapping a hand around her back at the waist and leaning down to kiss her neck breifly, moving towards her collar bone*: *puts the box back, still open* Well, it’s open, you could just tilt the box and hope for the best? *is mostly joking*: *He can feel her small body shiver, and her head tilts, his lips having better access* you'll have it in you mind... * she utters gently, meaning about a camera, picture and all, one of her hands moves over his arm, up, fingertips sending firey sensations over his skin*: *tilts her head and smirks* yeah right. I'd end up looking like you *looks at the spill on his shirt, then back up at him*: I’d think it’d be better than not eating, I remember…*trails off as the smile figuratively falls off his face, bad choice of words* Being hungry isn’t a fun thing.: *looks at him curiously, she didn't think that her little... problem... would be such a sore spot, so she tries to lighten it up with a little dry humor* You should see me try to wash my hair.: Mmm..*Dips a kiss into the low crevice of skin, her fiery sensations only hightening the passion of the moment. His other hand traces along her back, tracing over the swell of her backside and lifting the leg gently, but with a sense of urgency as he presses his body up more against her's, hurrying the elevator along with his mind*: *and the smiles is back* I’d think that would be something….interesting to see.: I usually just end up throwing the shampoo bottle out of the shower and giving up *though her hair looks clean now, if not a little messy*: *she laughs, one of those gentle southern gal laughs and again the elevator dings, and she pushes him away and straightens her blouse, once the doors opens she walks out, as if nothign happened*: Well, fingers heal eventually. You just have to wait it out, not that there are really very many other options.: Too bad we need them so much. *she chuckles* I should just learn to do everything with my feet. *rests her hands back on her stomach where they were* Though, I hear it's hard work and I'm getting pretty used to being pampered. *she's joking, of course. playing. It's really driving her insane*: *Clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth as she exits, silently damning the timing of these things tonight. Following suit and straightening out his own shirt, he exits promptly, getting a bit overheated and having to wipe a few drops of sweat from his forehead.*: *and he laughs for a good half a minute at that one* Yeah, I’m sure it’s been the highlight of your life. *he hasn’t know her that long, but he’s known her long enough to know she doesn’t accept help easily*: *she turns her head side to side as she locates the room number, upon finding it she opens it with the key, leaving the door open for him. prompty goes to the phone, calling out.... sees shes calling some place for her bags and discovers they'll arrive at Sundance tomorrow, after that she tosses her coat on a chair and sets herself on the bed*: my life, tragically cut short from starving to death in this bar... that should be a good read in the paper. *lifts a hand and places it over the chopstick, then she slides them across the table* Or, you can be my best friend in the whole world.: *puts a pause on for now*: *Follows, of course. How he could not resist such a temptation is beyond his own mind. One look to room number printed on the key and finds the door open and her sitting on the bed...oh my. This will be good. One swift push behind him and the door closes, and we'll end it there*: *to the: (haha!)
: ((Shall I start or would you like to make the grand entrance?)): (me): *heads into the club with a bag slung over her shoulder. Her long legs cruise right up the stairs to Jihan's office and she knocks on the door twice*: *Jihan has her shapely legs up on the office desk just because she likes showing them off and is leaning back in her chair* C'mon in.: *is already half way inside by the time she answers. She reaches into the inside pocket of her jacket and slaps down $4,000 cash on Jihan's desk* Here. From a couple nights ago... and you thought I was so dishonest... *smirks cruely*: Oh I know you're dishonest. You just know who not to be dishonest with. *smirks and swings her legs to the ground so she can pick up her cut and smiling happily*: ((*cuts out that first and, replaces it with the correct punctuation, and changes smiling happily to "smiles happily"*)): *sits her slim bum on the corner of the desk and picks up a letter opener to clean her nails with. Sure. Why not let Jihan think that?* So, how 'bout a raise?: Pfff... you make a shit load allready. Why should I give you more?: Because when was the last time somebody brought you four grand, you ungrateful bitch *said very monotone, not getting upset. She just casually picks at her nails*: (waves to Celeste): ((*waves to Celeste*)): Well I know Mary Ann was bringing at least five for Cecile. *she realy does love working with Marley. Who else can she be a complete cunt to and worry about hurting their ego?*: ((not worry rather)): Which we both know, was a total rip off to the customers... I also know, that you offered her three times that to come back so you can obviously afford it.: Because she brought in enough men that it was worth it. I love you to death Marley, but the public is finiky. A black haired bitch in leather is hot, but red heads in psuedo catholic school girl uniforms is a niche market.: ((why do you think its so hot?)): *scoots further back on the desk and leans back. She lifts one booted foot and puts it on Jihan's chest* And she's gone. I'm the one making the money now and without me, this place will die.: ((*thinks it's hot... totally did the school girl slut thing in high school during her 3 year red head stint*)): *sluking into the BtD dressed in her leather body suit,both glock 9s the their holsters on her hips and a pair of sunglasses hiding a large black eye trying to ignore everyone in the room*: *lifts an arm up and rests it on the leg resting on her chest* Marley girl, we're making so much fucking money I don't think we CAN go broke. So what the hell do you want the money for anyway? The spend it all on booze and drugs. You'd just spend all the new money on more. So the only thing I could think you would want it for would be so you could say how big of a fucking salary you get.: *is so going to need to talk with Celeste about her carrying around weapons*: Well, I'm sure you're aware the price for booze and drugs just went up. I could go out on my own... take all of your customers. *narrows her eyes, her toes moving inside the boots to give Jihan's chest a threatening push*: *catches the chopsticks as the slide across the table* Well, now it would just be rude if I said no *smiles anyway, he’s doing a lot better than he thought he would, and he’s already got the chopsticks ready and into the box for some food* I never understood why people liked Chinese food so much.: *swiches locations meant BB*: You're waaay overestimating yourself Marley. But I love you and I'll give you just enough credit to say there would be a dip in sales. How much do you want?: *smiles and drops her feet to the floor, bare since she cant lean over to put her shoes on and the whole object was to let poor Jaylin sleep. Subsequently, leaning over a table wouldn't feel too good either, so she slides out of her side of the booth and sits next to Dunstan* Because it's just so bad for you: *narrows her eyes, wanting so badly to tell Jihan how much she really made that night, but then she'd have to split that with her, too* An extra thousand a week should just about do it, I think.: So... you want the shit load I pay you to show off your ass every week, plus the massive amounts of tips you make, the hell of a lot of cash you get by fucking the Johns upstairs, PLUS the money I know you hide from me, and you want me to top it off with another thousand? *she chuckles and gives her booted foot a kiss* You're such a fucking whore Marley.: *shrugs, then wraps her hand around the handle of the letter opener and stabs it into the desk* And whores love money.: *sliding up to the bar in the BB and taking astool she orders a doulble vodka on the rocks hoping Jihan isn't in at the moment and carries on a small converstaion with the bartender*: Two fifty a week.: *holds her hands out, insulted* Do I look like a fucking waitress to you? I said a grand, and that's what I want: Seven fifty. And don't think you can take your shit elsewhere. They'll toss you out on the street the second they findo out half the shit I put up with for you.: Nine fifty *drops her foot so that she can lean forward, nose to nose with Jihan* And I'll pretend that I don't notice that you're a shittier boss than Cecile.: Eight fifty. And you're just saying that because you hate that I don't give you shit about you coming into work shit drunk like Marley did.: *nodding to the tender she slides off the stoll and moves to the office kncoing rather heavily on the door*Jihan you in?: If my.... *trails off when there's a knock on the door, she just smirks* She's in!: *gives Marley a delicious grin and looks to the door and the girl entering*: *opening the door she sees Jihan and Marley*did I interupt anithing*her glocks clearly visibe cuz she's not waering her trench*: Oh, Jihan was just giving me a $900 raise *smirking still, her eyes never leaving Jihan* For all that I do around here... isn't that nice of her?: *Jihan places her hand on Marley's arm and strokes down it affectionately as if she was a cat* Celeste... tell me nobody saw you packing heat in my establishment?: *turns her head, finally looking behind her at the girl with the guns. She looks surprised momentarily, but then she just laughs*: *cocking a brow*Giving or were you convincing?*looks at Jihan*No..I used my..what did you call it...magic to conceal them.: *breathes in a little and sighs. Realy has to come up with some way to make sure her non-human employees don't spill beans in front of her human employees*: *and Jihan is lucky that Marley is a vampire in a human body*: So what is it you need, darling? You don't look like you're intent on dancing right now.: No I'm not working tonight. I thought I would let you know*removing her sunglasses revealing the blackeye*: *DOOM glare. Jihans voice is full of menace* Who did it?: *chuckles again, waiting for the girl to run out and quit. She turns her head again and watches Jihan. It would be polite of her to leave, but she doesn't*: Same punk and his group of friends from the other night. I haven't feed yet but most of my wounds have healed. Seems like they were sent to reclaim someone or something that happens to be in your Club.: *notcaring if Marley stays or goes and keeps her eyes on Jihan*: Someone probably... *looks about ready to throw a fit. Her and lashes out to the letter opener embeded in the desk, rips it out then slams it down even deeper into it* FUCK!: *casually pulls her black clove cigarettes from the pocket of her jacket and lights one. She raises an eyebrow when Jihan stabs the desk again while she's stuffing the case back into her pocket. She doesn't know what's going on, but she's surely amused*: *leaning againset the wal near the door cuz she's close to it*So I take it you know what's going on then?*she absently drops a hand to her right hip stroking the gun there*: Marley. Out. Now.: *takes a drag of the cigarette, blowing the smoke in the general direction of Jihan's face* Screw you, cunt. I was fucking Cecile on this desk years before you came into the picture. *but, she hops down from the desk, getting bored anyway. She drops a wink to Celeste before walking out the door... not closing it of course*: *smirks at Marleys' little display of defiance,then watches her walk out*Okay Jihan,what the fuck is going on?: *she heads down the stairs, and for a booth in the back to watch and hang out. She's not working, so she doesn't even have to be here, but she may as well enjoy some drinks at Jihan's expense before she goes home*: There's people after one of my bartenders and after one of my bouncers. I don't even know if its the same people and fuck all if I know if its entirely vampires or something else.: *He steps into Burning Bush wondering how that black haired whore was doing after their 'fun' a few days ago... Maybe he'd get some more fun, or just a little conversation.*: Well are either of them kindred. Because the guys I put three clips into weren't dropping to easily.: *she's here, sitting casually and smoking. Although she's not as noticable because she's in her street clothes, which... needless to say, are a bit risque compared to what most people would wear on the street* (*attacks Mothy with lovin' and twizzlers*): (*sure as hell doesn't... pft*): ((Encourages Moth to come play... with cookies!*)): (*drags moth in IC*You must play. It's mandated): (*..eyes Jason.* I can assure you it wouldn't be good for anyone if I came and played.): ((lies!)): *but she's watching the no-talent bitch on stage. She rolls her dark eyes, totally unimpressed. How can Jihan hire such trash, then say that she doesn't deserve a raise*: Probably. I'm pretty sure the ones after my bartender have something to do with some group of ghouls. *Jihan uses ghouls as the all encompassing word for undead, so its not to mean what a WoD vampire might think what it means*: *Gave her a raise!*: *after saying it wasn't deserved!*): (*abuses her power as master of the room and demands moth to play*): *wrinkles her forehead*why would someone send there servents to handle somebody? Unless they wish to remain undisclosed.(*nods*not good for the vampires at least*has read the profile*): Servants?: (*..can only imagine the aftermath - Jason a pile of ashes, and the Burning Bush, burning, literally.*): (He won't escape again. I have a plan this time.): *somehow hears the voice, maybe there's a break in the music or something. She doesn't look over, but she smirks as she brings the cigarette to her lips. Her customers had to remain nameless, faceless paychecks. Acknowedging him now would somehow give him the upper hand, which she wasn't going to give*: ((Jihan controls it, so the Bush going up in flames isn't something to worry about... heheh)): You said ghouls...didn't you? To us ghouls are human bond to us with our blood.: To me ghuls (spelling is correct for her term here) are anything that used be alive but is still walking. That means vampires or anything else.: *well, she's not working tonight so she has no reason to go over... except... keeping up interest in her. If she wanted the special treatment that she deserved, she had to keep bringing in the cash like this guy gave her. She takes one more drag of her cigarette, the flicks the lit butt at Jason*: *nods with that "lightbulb coming on" look on her face*Ok I'll remeber that.So I take it both the bouncer and thebartender aren't in to night?: *just smirks at him and looks back at the stage. The smirk is soon replaced by a look of boredom as she watches*: Not with my luck. They won't give me shit about whats going on, but if people are hurting my girls because of this shit I'll wring it out of them myself.: *..seeing as such boredom has taken hold of Jason’s life, it’s only fitting that fate should step in and relieve him of the absence of excitement, for it had been far too long since he had had any conflict anyway, hadn’t it? And as fate would have it, this relief would come in the form of a gun wielding, homicidal maniac imbued with the power of the gods - he entering the club not five minutes after Jason, so that it was quite likely he had followed him, though whether or not he had, or was merely paying the place a visit because of the strange rumors about the former owner, is left to the imagination, as he surely wouldn’t say. He pushing the door slowly shut behind himself as his dark gaze would drift slowly about the occupants of the smoky room, and to say the least, he was surprised by what was revealed to him, no small percentage of the occupants being of some supernatural persuasion..*: *..seeing as such boredom has taken hold of Jason’s life, it’s only fitting that fate should step in and relieve him of the absence of excitement, for it had been far too long since he had had any conflict anyway, hadn’t it? And as fate would have it, this relief would come in the form of a gun wielding, homicidal maniac imbued with the power of the gods - he entering the club not five minutes after Jason, so that it was quite likely he had followed him, though whether or not he had, or was merely paying the place a visit because of the strange rumors about the former owner, is left to the imagination, as he surely wouldn’t say. He pushing the door slowly shut behind himself as his dark gaze would drift slowly about the occupants of the smoky room, and to say the least, he was surprised by what was revealed to him, no small percentage of the occupants being of some supernatural persuasion..*: *lifts up her drink, a vodka martini of course* Can you blame me? *nods towards the stage* She's awful.: Hey I brought it on myself I stabbed him remember?*moves to the desk and sits on the edge*Look Jihan I may be good on stage but I'm better behind the curtains. I can help you take care of these guys.: *rae's then looks back at her pistols* You were a hitman? Woman. Person... fuck I hate english.: The boss has shitty taste. What can I say? *downs her drink and raises her glass for another. She doesn't savor the drink, like most people do* I'm off duty, so don't get your hopes up.: *And just as he would think that he had taken note of every piece of possessed, evil driven, kindred piece of trash in the place, his eyes would fall on the one that had escaped. His every muscle tensing as he would pause in his steps, slowly sliding his hands from their place deep within his pockets so that his right may begin to unzip his ever present leather jacket - the cigarette between his lips all but forgotten as he would start slowly forward, making his way silently towards Jason; no doubt unheard with the music of the place, and likely unseen given that he was approaching from behind, his scent masked by that of the Marlboro tucked between his lips. Moving as quickly as he can through the various tables and other obstacles of the club towards his prey, not stopping until he would come to stand directly behind the vampire, his left hand drifting slowly forward to rest on the shoulder of the monster who had before escaped his clutches, and just like that, he would invoke Trail.*: *laughs lightly*Yeah I was a hitman.No need to try to be polictly correct with me about it.: *she smirks* Celeste, have I told you that I think you deserve a raise? *considers the possibilities of having a girl with killer instincts to keep her girls safe*: (*urged you to come in as anyone... didn't recall anyone being specific*): ((Nuh worries Moth. If everything goes to shit, Jihan will be a good match for him)): *her eyes shift from Jasen to Juden... did she remember this one? No... not ringing any bells, but then again, she really doesn't rememeber any of them*: (*..counts three against one at the moment, assuming Celeste tries to protect the patron too.*): (*..counts three against one at the moment, assuming Celeste tries to protect the patron too.*): (ehehehe... when going into the den of evil...)): *is selfish and... selfish. Wouldn't try to protect anyone*: *..he could sense the fear in Jason, and that was more than enough to cause a smile to creep across his lips, having this vampire just where he wants him, as he surely wouldn’t use his powers here would he, with so many witnesses? Leaning slowly forward, his hand still resting on Jason’s shoulder as he would do so, whispering softly in his ear.* I know ya didn’t think you’d be rid of me so easy.: (repost) *smiles and drops her feet to the floor, bare since she cant lean over to put her shoes on and the whole object was to let poor Jaylin sleep. Subsequently, leaning over a table wouldn't feel too good either, so she slides out of her side of the booth and sits next to Dunstan* Because it's just so bad for you: (not unless you try to take down Marley as well): *what is this? A commotion without her in the center of it all. That signature smirk never seems to leave her lips.* Are you going to introduce me to your friend?: ((what? how did I get drug into this?)): *looks surprised*A raise? I stab a guy for slapping my ass and continue to carry these on me and I get a raise?: Fuck it. If you're going to be performing extra services, then you'll get paied more. Besides, Ive been wanting those fucks removed from hurting my workers for a while.: *just laughs, quite cruely not even nodding to the girl that brings her her next drink*He sure does have you allll worked up *mocking tone in her voice*: Okay, then let's talk equiment then. the extra money can go to all that. I'm gonna need a few things.: *..now, that certainly isn’t a good idea, as he would scarcely move in any direction before the hand on his shoulder would tighten substantially - more than enough to show that he meant business; glancing momentarily to Marley as she would make this comment, doing his best to suppress a cruel laugh and a comment of his own - as they certainly knew one another.* He owes me money. *He says bluntly as he watches the whore across from him.*: Like?: I recommend fucking it out of him *She watched the whole scene, so very amused. What an entertaining night. It's a good thing that she came in today... even if it was to give Jihan a chunk of her money* It works like a charm.: Ah of course, whatever is bad for you, you must have. I should have know that *pulls out the chopsticks, some of the chicken now between them and holds it out for her* Well, I guess I just hope the taste is worth it.: (*is at least causing a distraction... hello!*): Well if these guys are either Kindred or Werewolves I'll need hollow tips filled with liquid phospherous and I'll need pure siler bullets. Um...and a few special military grade granades.You know the type that only start fires when the go off.: *leans forward... and to hell with bites. She gets that whole piece of chicken in her mouth. It makes her cheeks puff out like a chimpmunk. But, her eyelids flutter closed and she smiles as she chews*: *..well, that wasn’t very nice of him, pushing his hand aside as he had; in fact, such actions deserved punishment as far as he was concerned - sliding his right hand into his jacket pocket to retrieve a small UV light that was apparently meant to be attached to a key chain, but he hadn’t bothered with such things of course. Pointing the small thing a Marley a moment and pushing the button so that the purple light would show on her hand for a moment.* Watch this. *That grin on his lips widening as he would turn the light quickly to the side so that it would shine upon the face of the vampire once again, just as he had done on their last meeting.*: I guess it’s worth it…that looks like your enjoying it *and the thought that suddenly goes through his head is how unexpectedly this night has turned out. He defiantly would never have guessed this is where he would end up, and that this is what he’d be doing.*: *considers this... this probably isn't the shit to ask for from her "uncle" as he's waaaay to small time in arms dealing at the moment.* Know where to get them from?: It's just so good *she mumbles, a good chunk still in her mouth, but she covers it with her hand as to not gross him out.*: *narrows her eyes... not really getting what that's all about* You... just chased off my *months worth of blow* rent.: Yeah...that’s what it looks like. Almost makes me want to try some myself.: ((pfff.... more like two days worth)): Maybe. I know a...another ghul that runs for some Arab guy here in town.I can talk to him.: *waits until she swallows to answer* Can you? *signifying that she does remember at least some of the night before*: (well... you know. respectively): *waaaaiit.... can't be... naaaah* You know the name of the Arab guy?: I…think. I haven’t…really tried to eat anything. *and that familiar, slightly uncomfortable feeling is back again, but it’s the truth. He hasn’t tried; there hasn’t been any need to. He knows he doesn’t have to eat normal food anymore, it never occurred to him see if it was actually possible for him to do it*: E something or other, I was to bust feeding when I saw him last,my guy was on his way out of town I don't know when I'll see him again.Why you know him..the Arab guy I maen?*thinks about that question and the looks quizicklyat Jihan*: *..oh, and what’s this? Even as Jason would run off a thick trail of smoke would hang in air that can be seen only by the imbued, leaving a trail that’s very easy to follow should he be compelled to do so. Quickly tucking the small light back into his jacket pocket before shoving that very same hand into the front pocket of his pants to remove a golden money clip with a thick wad of bills held within it which he would toss on the table in front of her - the thing scarcely having hit the table before he would have removed a narrow slip of paper from his jacket and tossed that on the table as well.* You see him again, you give me a call, and I’ll make it worth your while. *And with that, he would turn and start off after that convenient trail he’d created - his thought drifting to the vampire he’d had to kill to procure the cash he’d just given her.*: (*changes bust to busy*): Eyad. He's my fucking uncle. Don't bother with him. He'll fluff himself up alot, but he's small time.: Legend has it, that you'd get sick. You can try some if you want to *opens her mouth and leans it a little* after me *smiles*: Sure. *said casually as she scoops up the bills and stuffs it in her pocket. She doesn't even look at the card before putting it in the pocket too*: Okay then, what about Caine? He seems to have leads into the underground.*wonders where Caine hasbeen lately*: Try it if you want. Get some prices and we'll talk. I don't know shit about the sort of night creatures that move about in America so use your judgement.: *..and that was just what he had planned - to have his prey run back to his place of safety where he will have a false sense of security, when in truth he was more safe in the club where he’d been found. The trail that he had created enough to lead him back to this residence - that having been the point of placing his hand on the shoulder of such a vile creature after all.*: *..and that was just what he had planned - to have his prey run back to his place of safety where he will have a false sense of security, when in truth he was more safe in the club where he’d been found. The trail that he had created enough to lead him back to this residence - that having been the point of placing his hand on the shoulder of such a vile creature after all.*: I’m not sure I want to test that particular legend tonight *and obediently gets her another piece of chicken from the box* I already had god knows what kind of drink spilled on me. I think the testing can wait until tomorrow night: I don't blame you. *snags the chicken, oh so happy. She's been hungry for so long*: Well I'd get right on it if I knew where Caine was or is. I really haven't seen him since that night.You know how to reach him?: No clue.: ((moth, for some reason, I can't get to my messages. it "page cannot be founds" on me. can you switch on your MSN or something? I don't have AIM on this comp. sorry, pumpkin): *and he watches her eat, able to admit a little to himself he’s a bit captivated at the moment by watching her eat, as odd as that is* I think even if I could eat it, you’d still enjoy it more than I ever would, so you should have it all anyway.: *sighs*Well,looks like you'll have to hold on that raise then....wont you.: mmm *nods as she chews, then swallows* I like the way you think.: I might come up with some human trash that hassle my girls while you work on finding weapons.: *slipping into the office through his abyssmal tunnel he stands directly behind Jihan*Hey boss,what'sup?*nods to Celeste*: I’m glad to be of service *smiles* More?: *slides off the desk a little shocked*Well speak of the devil*nods back at Caine*: (moth... my dear sweet moth... I cannot open my messages. my server is being a bastard and not letting me open the link): *nods* I haven't eaten in a long long time. It's been a little tricky since I've developed narcolepsy: DAMN IT Caine! I realy hate it when you use big magics like that in my club.: (*pokes for Jihan*Still here?): That would make it more difficult *and produces another piece of chicken for her* But like I already said, it’ll get better, you just have to wait it out.: Hey calm down lass, when I do it,it's only to come into the office without anyone else seeing me.: You think so? *chomps on the chicken, this thankfully, a much smaller piece*: I don't give a shit. I'm connected to this place and it bugs the shit out of me to feel magic being used by other people in it.: I don’t tend to say things I don’t think. *shrugs* I’m more prone to silence rather than that.: *smirks as she sits back on the desk*Well even on the small levels it does.She bitched me out for it to.: I appologize*shakes his head*So I see ye two are working things out,how's that going? Oh, an Jihan have ye found a replacemant for that guy I had to cut loose?: *thinks on it as she eats* I'm just... I don't know... Hey, do you know what it's like when you're really sick and you just can't imagine what it feels like to be able to breathe out of your nose, or have energy to do everything that you have to?: Its going. Finding muscle that isn't going to do more harm to the girls than the customers is tricky. By the way, know where you can buy specialist weaponry.: I dig something up...I'm still waiting for you to talk to yuir uncleabout that modified berretta.How specialized?: I did. A while ago. I tried not to ever think about it again. I’d say….75% of the time I was successful. It’s a lot easier now. Now it’s hard to remember what it was like to be sick…or hurt…or really anything like that. *pauses and frowns a little* Sorry…I sort of went off on a tangent there.: *she opens the droor to the desk, moves some things aside, and pulls his berreta onto the desk* For purposes of killing whatever night creatures that normaly cause problems in North America.: *shrugs lightly. She'd been listening. At least she got the point across* Well, you got the point of what I was getting at...: *smiles as she puts the gun on the desk*Such as my kind and others I take it.Who wants them and what's the quanity?: *Jihan indicates to Celeste* Ask her. I'm just the investor.: I did? Well good, at least some good can come from rambling to much.: It's kind of what I feel like... thinking about going back to normal and everything. *gets a brief lost look before she shakes it off and opens her mouth for more food*: *she sits silently as Jihan and Caine talk business and smirks as she is brought into the conversation*I need hollw tips filled with phospherous made for a glock 17,as wel as silver bullets.Quanity? I'm not sure at the moment let's go with 10 clips a peice.: *and the food is provided* Then just…try not to think about it…if it’s possible.: *blissful chew* I don't really have much else to think about.: My little Celeste here turns out to have been a hitman before she came here. So now that somebody decided to target this club because somebody works here *gives Caine "the look"* she's offered to work her old trade on the side.: Well….do you have a TV? *smiles* I find it can be very distracting even when you don’t want it to be. *pauses* and what about…you know…him. He’s not trying to help you? *doesn’t think he needs to actually say ‘Jaylin’ who else would he be talking about anyway?*: Hmmm,well it will cost a pretty penny but I can get it*catches the look*but it may take me off the clock for a for weeks,if yuir ok with that. A hitman huh? What brings a hitman to a strip club?: She's one of your kind Caine. Creatures that get old like us tend to have multiple careers.: Yeah. Actually, he's helping me a lot. I think you'd like him if you got to know him.: *smiles as Jihan calls her hers'*I was looking for a change,and well I was doing art sales but it got boring.: I know she my kind,and I know all about multiple careers.*looks at Celeste*Art sales? Right.....I doubt you legaly sold art.: I seriously doubt that. First…both of us would have to want to try *doesn’t exactly roll his eyes, but that sort of sarcastic gesture is definitely implied* And I still think there would be one or two things we would never agree on.: *anything that comes to her mind to say would make it sound like she's taking sides, which she doesn't want to do...so she just turns her head and looks down at the table*: I don’t think you have to worry about us trying to hurt each other ever again though, if that’s any consolation.: *looks at Caine*You're right...but it doesn't matter now. what matters now is that I can convince Jihan tolet me do this full time and not work the stage anymore.*gives a quick to Jihan*: I'm a strip club manager, not a mob boss Celeste. I don't have enough enemies to let you be a full time killer. You're doing this as part time work. *reaches out and strokes Celeste's arm affectionately*: *in that "I own you" kind of affection of course*: It's easy for you to say. You were the one after him. You can call a truce on your end at any time. He's still a little bitter, I'd imagine.: *nods as he moves to the desk and pick up the berretta*Jihan..not to overstep my station here,but you may not have that many enemies,but those of the Kindred society tendertohave enemies wedon't even know about. Alliances are always made behind closed doors and one never knows when they'll be double crossed.: I’d say he’s more than a little bitter *doesn’t even want to think about what Jaylin had said to him the other night* And I’m pretty sure no matter what I do, he doesn’t care. He obviously doesn’t want anything to do with me, or to know that I’ve seen you for any reason.: So what? We've got ghuls in here, sure. But we're not pissing on their shit. Why the hell would they want to try and gangbang us?: *just laughs at the last part, knowing full well that he has to be kidding since there is no reason for her to have anything to do with this little feud* oh, please *taps his hand that's holding the chopsticks* You're slacking *opens her mouth*: *slipping the berretta into the open holster under his trench*They would try to because it's a way to strike at who ever their after. I know becuase before I camehare I was party to a gurilla warfare geoup, they'll hit home work friend and family.: I’m slacking? *he gets her another piece of chicken* What exactly does that mean?: Well then they get to learn a lesson. *she sits up in her chair and her eyes become molten copper colored* You don't FUCK with an Iffrit. I want to find out who they're after and then let those vampires know that he or she is MINE and they can piss off.: That you're not getting me my food fast enough... *she smiles and bites the chicken off the sticks*: *sits back in shock as listens knowning what faction he's talking about*You werepart of the Balck hand?*looks worried assheis part ofthe Camarila*: *looks between her two vampiers with a "now what?" look*: Sorry, I’ll start paying more attention *thought she was referring to the other part of the conversation, thankfully not* But were starting to get low on chicken: *shrugs one shoulder* it's getting cold anyway. I think I'm done. *reverts to that particular other part of the coversation* Well, at least you two aren't beat up or shot today, so you must be able to at least be able to... interract: Yes,I was part of theBlack Hand,and the Sword of Cain*stresses the was as he speaks*Now,I work here and have no ties to anyone but those here and the BtD.: ((whats gonna happen tomorrow?)) *raes but doesn't know what the hell that means*: ((*waves to street urchin*)): Well, we can be in the same room for a brief period of time without physically attacking each other…so far. I had to leave, but it’s true, no one was hurt.: *glances between the two*I hope that you stand by that.*asif lighting had struck her*Wait a minitue,you're the Caine we've been looking for are't you?: Well, of course you had to leave. Why would you stay? *semi-rhetorical question. She picks up the box with her palms and scoots out, walking over to throw it away* I apologize for even putting you in the position.: *throwing a glance to Jihan he steps back tencing deffecively*What do ye mean"we've"?: I’d of stayed to make sure you were okay, and you don’t have to apologize.: oh, I'm fine. You guys don't give me much credit... *not that she deserves it. She herself even said that she can't even go outside without breaking down* If you really want to help, then you can go to my apartment and get my damned clothes so that I dont look like a homeless person anymore *wasn't serious of course, so she goes for the stairway* Thanks for dinner*: *glances to Celeste, to see if she meant anything besides looking for him in order to procure weapons*: *shakes his head, well, he had to screw it up at some point* I’m sorry…I didn’t mean…I’m sorry. *but makes a note about the clothes comment, even if she didn’t mean it*: *turns back around and gives him another smile* Don't be sorry. I just... well, I'm sure you've noticed that I need a shower: I mean the Camiarilla.The elders senta Donovan Reese to find you. Then he just vanished after he said he made contact with you.: *hopes she isn't in serious shit now cuz she didn't have anything to do with it.*: *looks to Caine*: *growls low & waves to Jayde*Yeah, I remember Mr. Reese, but I donna know what happened to him.You boss?*knows full well what fate fell upon that asshole*: ((err... should she? *has a bad memory*)): You never told me.: ((*changes it to "Not a clue"*)): Hmmm, well there you go Celeste no on knows what happened to him.: Caine... are those creeps after you?: *nods*Well,it's no matter to me, and I won't say anything to the elders either*looks at her watch*I'm gonna go feed before the sun comes up.I'll be in tomorrow night for work: I would know boss. The last corrispondance I recieved from the Clan elders was that they would leave me alone and not to look to the clan for any assistance.: Caine, do me a favor. Don't hide shit from me. Whatever's going on here is attracting a lot of heat.: Yeah I noticed all the Kindred activety lately. The whole socieity is in some kind of shift or refrom or whatever. Like I said I would know and I would deal with it before they could even get close to here.: Do what you can to find out whats going on.I realy hat this kind of shit.: *walks out of the office as the two continue to talk knowing what most of the fuss is all about but not wanting to say anything to them yet due to the fact it affects her to.*: ((*wave waves* Night Celeste!)): (*waves back*Night you guys): (oh Cookie IM me later.): I'll see what I can do but here's no garunties on exactly what I can findout.Oh and about those weapons...I'll have shipment in by the end of the week, I'll give ye the price tommorrw. As it is,I'm gonna have to get on the ball to get everything ye want done.: Then do it. I'm giving you a solid pay check.: *nods*Right on it boss*opens the abyss be hind him and pauses*Ye really should be a mob boss ye know, ye'd se great at it.*slips into the abyss leaving Jihan alone in the office*: *ponders that for a moment before shaking her head and looking at the desk she sits at. Cecile and Marley huh? *damn it, she gives into her urges and gives the desk a quick sniff*: (No, Juden can't hurt you. I can hurt you all I want.): *Steps out of the Sundance Suites after some time, being freshly showered, shaved, you know all of that good stuff. After a stop off at his house in the hills earlier to grab some clothes, he's ready and willing to get out on the town and do his thing! But...after some time it doesn't turn out so great. Reality at this time of night was nothing more than a few hardcore clubbers that he couldn't a word in edgewise with...and then there was just the 'other' places. Strip clubs? No...to early for that. Restauraunts weren't really his thing either...so why not get to a bar, start the evening with some drinking. So he does just that and steps into one, just so happening to be the one Luna is in and picks himself out a seat, ordering up a simple scotch on the rocks to start off with.*: *He just sips lightly at the drink before him, looking over through the slightly red curtain before his eyes, hoping that at least a little of the bags forming under them couldn't be seen. These last few days with that woman had been something. The days just seemed to run together and it was very possible that in the time he'd been with her, they had gotten maybe eight hours total sleep. Amazing. This city had lots to offer and now it was kind of a surprise that during his time out...he'd only scractched the surface.*: *Let's some more hair fall in front of his face, hiding a smile from the rest of the patrons around him. What was he doing here? The night was still young and here he was sitting at a bar that was nearly empty and getting slightly drunk. Flips his hair back in a rather dramatic way to look up, reaching behind him to pull out a pack of cigarettes and lighter from the inside pockets of his jacket, smoothing out the crease of his pants and shirt before laying them on the bar. The same dressy casual club attire that he almost always wears when out on the town.*: *Taps the end of the box to get a butt out and loosened up so that when he puts it between his lips, he can easily pull one out...but the moment he seals his lips around the end and begins a tug, that scent of lavender catches his attention and he has to stop, take in a few more whiffs, and look around to the source or for it at least, letting the cigarette hang between his lips like it has a tendency to do with many.*: *Tilts his head to the side as he watches her walk along and back to her seat, taking note of the features. It wasn't that often he ran into a woman with that colour of eyes, or hair for that matter. She kind of reminded him of something back in his early days...looking through the pages on the internet. One of those fantasy sites..yes! That hair was on this..oh, what was it, an elf...yes. Only time he actually saw hair that color on a young woman. And those eyes...so..wonderfully blue. He gathers up his things and moves closer to her, lighting the cigarette between his lips and letting the smoke drift up, casually watching the girl.*: *Peers through the semi darkness around them, trying to catch a closer look of her through the candle light. Once her catches the glinting of the earrings, wow. Now that's a lot of piercings. He's seen more on those goth chicks that hung out around the alleyways at night, but certainly didn't expect a woman with her stature to have that many piercings...maybe the ears, but not so many. This certainly perked his attention some and in a bold move, he moves from his seat and casually makes his way to her's, gesturing to the seat across from her's* Ma'am? Would you mind if I sat with you?: *Smiles warmly to her and helps himself to a seat across from her, setting his drink down and then draping the coat across the back. Through the light she could make out the leather and probably his clothing, a button up shirt deep purple in color with a silky feel to it and his pants a dark black. Takes another sip of the drink and leans forward, the light probably playing shadows over his facial features, hair obscuring even more.* If you don't mind me asking...what might your name be?: Zan...Zan Oell. *Reaches across the table with his palm open in a freindly greeting gesture, a faint smile reaching across his lips: *He's never seen, nor heard of such a shake, figuring that's just her way of doing a handshake, which he does slightly before taking her hand in his and giving the knuckles a little kiss. Ah, what a gentleman...kind of* A plesure to meet you, miss Myst. *Smiles at the little rhyme made before holding out his package of cancer sticks, shaking one out and offering it to her with a slight nod*: What do I want? Awefully strange first question...*Smiles though, she obviously had had her share of this* Just to sit down...talk maybe with you...nothing much to ask of a woman like yourself.: *Yes, she had definetly been through this routine before. How many men had to have come up and proposition here before he arrived was out of the question.* You don't skip the pleasentries, huh? Though I guess it was clear with my coming to you almost off the bat...but yes, I am looking for a good time. Thought I'd stop by here first since all of the other places are at a lull right now.: *Takes a puff of the cigarette, letting the smoke drift out and up slowly* It's hard..or easy...depends on which way you look at it and who or what you consider a good time.: (Pause0r): (*peeks in*Hellooo?): *the sounds of the a bass back beat from a MegaDeth song thunder form an old '67 Mustang as he pulls in to the BtD,turning off the car he stroll in to the bar all smiles*: *hiiden by her obfuscate she sees Dorian enter and grins rather cat like waiting to see if anyone else enters*: ((anytime?)): *taking a stool at the bar his sits wondering why the place is so empty tonight,as he looks around he spots Eyad, and wonders why he hadn't seen him when he walked in.He orders a doulbe stotch w/blood and then moves to Eyad's table*: ((sorry Dorian, I just realized I gotta jet. )): (it'sokay): (*poofs*sorry Celeste I camein for one thing.I'll be back in tomorrow night): (Its cool): *pokes about*: *piffs*: *kicks Caine in the ass*Hey dick.YOu ditched me once today you're not doing it again.: (too late chica he just waled out the door on his wayto work): Ass.*pokes for other ppl to play with*So you redy for game?: *sitting at the bar in the BtD he sips on a vodka martini with a blow job waiting to be downed.He looks at his watch wondering where the hell Celeste is and whatr was soooo important for him to be down here at sunset*: *claoked by her obfuscate she is already in the room at a corner booth watching Dorian as he sits waiting for her.She then speaks up droping the unseen presence*So Outlander how long you been waiting for me*knowing full well his been there a while*: slightly jumping in his seat he turns tuo look at Celeste*You really need to quite doing the Celeste I swear you're gonna do that to the wrong person one of these days.: Right, and then what get staked or worse? Anyway let's get down to business.*moves to the bar and sits next to Dorian*Besides the local guy, who do you know that I can go through for weapons?: (*waves waves*): *downing the BJ he relishes over the full body shiver*Well there is a guy back in New York I know of but you'd have to wait till I got done with this job.(always Cookie*waves*come play): (let's go with... whoever you feel in the mood for): Why should I have to wait. I've known you for years I shoould be theone to come first.*orders a black velvet w whiskey*: You haveto wait cuz money hasalways come first. My welfare before others,you know take care ofnumber one first.(Eyad cuz we still hav to finish business): (then go pass out): (*agrees with Cookie and throughs his char into pause*): (I think Dorian just left. there was a long day at work for both of us. I don't even know why he wanted to play tonight: (I think Dorian just left. there was a long day at work for both of us. I don't even know why he wanted to play tonight: *sits in the bar, eating some microwaveable mac-n-cheese that she'd asked Jaylin for, figuring it would be easy enough for her to eat while he's asleep. She's managing pretty well with the broken fingers. The bruises around her neck are nearly gone and her eye too is in it's final stages of healing, although her hair is down to cover it still. She's not as starving as she was the day before, so she takes her time, reading the paper even*: *looks up habitually when she hears the door open. She stops mid-chew when she sees who it is. Lifting the paper with her bandaged fingers, she makes an attempt to hide her face: *chokes out a... something that could be a greeting and lowers the paper. Her eyes are a little wide, surprised. He knew she worked here... and here was the last place she expected him to be* Hi... Gian.: *she blinks... well, yes it did spill out. and all at once. Actually, she was more excited about healing up so that people would stop asking her questions* Um... *she could lie. but it would be pointless.* Yeah... and yeah.: *she is, in a booth. She moves over, even though there is plenty of room for them both* I... It doesn't really matter. *she just keeps seeing that look... and she's getting really tired of it.*: Fine. I'm going to start looking for a new place soon. That's always fun. *picks at her food, which had been so appetizing only moments before*: I... actually, don't think I know where you live. *smiles a little, looking back down at her paper.*: I'll have to check it out *sits silent for a moment, then she blinks a few times and turns to look at him* Why are you here?: *just looks at him, figuring if she stares long enough, he'll have to tell the truth*: *she just raises a brow, but lets it go. She probably doesn't want to know anyway* You'll have to get your own drink, though unless Harmonia pops in. My hands are pretty useless *doesn't have any self pity in her voice, or blame... just simple fact*: *looks at him strangely, narrowing her eyes to examine him* What are you up to?: *shakes her head a little* nothing... sure, you can sit by me for a bit. I'm not really being very interesting.: Why would I yell at you *lifts her arm to get the ill fitting sleeve of a wrinkled man's shirt off of her hand so that she can pick up her fork again*: All of them *smirks a little, apparently in good spirits*: *she just rolls her eyes, finding herself very selfish recently* You're such a drama queen. Let them yell?: *just continues to pick at her food. She doesn't laugh, questions she'd been holding back were burning in her mind, but she keeps biting them back* You're a long way from Broadway.: (*snatches up Mothy for a good huggin'*: *finally, she drops the fork, but continues to stare at it.* Did you know what he was doing to me when you saw us at the club?: (Hiding won't do any good.): *chews on the inside of her lip. She doesn't know what to say now. She'd had the question figured out, but not her reaction to the answers*: (would call and tattle if she saw him, too... has no loyalties to anybody but her greedy self): Worse if what? *tears her eyes from her mutilated mac-n-cheese to look at him, totally clueless*: *just shrugs. Not seeming angry* I wouldn't have expected you to. I just wondered how many people I humiliated myself in front of.: *she unexpectedly bursts out laughing. Laughing and crying at the same time. She puts her elbows up on the table top, covering her eyes with the palms of her hands*: *the flesh under his hand tightens and she pulls away, dipping her back forward* Don't... don't touch me.: I'm sorry. *wipes her eyes, her cheeks* I keep doing that lately. That and passing out... it's pretty embarassing. *turns her head to look at the wall that she's so closely pushed up against, closing her eyes so that a few more tears have the chance to escape unseen*: It wasn't your fault, you know... if what you're saying is true. I was mad at you at first. I thought you did it on purpose to get back at me, but even if you did... *raises a hand to wipe her eyes again* I should have been stronger.: No. I'm my own responsibility. *she doesn't. Still looking at the wall* I just... don't know what I was thinking.: A what? *and now she looks at him, wondering what else she'll be educated in*