[11-01:07] 94d, *Kailynn Benson 
: Why do you drink so much? *her own humility out the window, she feels brave*
[11-01:10] b10, *Jaylin Anderson : Because I want to forget, it only kind of works though. But it worked better than anything else I had ever tried before, so it became my habit of choice. *shrugs as he talks, it’s the truth*
[11-01:13] 94d, *Kailynn Benson : Then you should go do it. I can get a cab *of course, when she left her apartment, she just left. She has no money or even her keys to get in. She's not even with it enough to be embarassed about it* Really. I'll get a cab and go home.
[11-01:15] b10, *Jaylin Anderson : I already told you I did my drinking for the night. I’m trying to stop. Just let me make sure you get home alright. I’ll feel like a jerk if I don’t at least do that.
[11-01:19] 94d, *Kailynn Benson : Fine. *she crosses her bare arms around herself again, beginning to be aware of how chilly it's gotten. She doesn't hail a cab, she just walks and not at a friendly, leisurely pace*
[11-01:23] b10, *Jaylin Anderson : *keeps up with her, noticing her crossing her arms and that it is pretty cold out* You need my coat? I’m not cold, but it looks like you are.
[11-01:28] 94d, *Kailynn Benson : Of course you're not cold. You're wearing a coat, which I don't need. *keeps the pace, even though the thought of going home doesn't appeal to her*
[11-01:30] b10, *Jaylin Anderson : Yeah, but I can get cold and not really have to worry about it…but if you don’t want it you don’t want it *he doesn’t like that she’s seeming to get hostile, and he’s thinking maybe he should just not say anything else to make her possible get angry at him. Though he'd always thought offer a woman your coat was a good thing before*
[11-01:35] 94d, *Kailynn Benson : *didn't mean to sound all that hostile. Her voice is small and soft. Every bit as lost as her eyes* I never knew the right thing to say when I was offered a coat.
[11-01:36] b10, *Jaylin Anderson : You say ‘thank you’ and you take it *pulls his coat off as he talks and holds it out to her* It’s very simple.
[11-01:39] 94d, *Kailynn Benson : *she takes it and holds it to her chest a moment before she slips it on* thank you.
[11-01:41] b10, *Jaylin Anderson : Your welcome *smiles more to himself than anything as they continue to walk* At least somebody is getting some good use out of it. I used to only wear it to hide bottles in the inside pockets when I was working as a repairman.
[11-01:44] 94d, *Kailynn Benson : *doesn't say anything as they walk, her arms still crossed, even though the coat does help tremendously*
[11-01:51] 94d, *Kailynn Benson : ((got the boot. having trouble with MSN))
[11-01:51] b10, *Jaylin Anderson : ((Okay, I was just gonna ask cause I tried to send you a message, my dad just got up and asked me to get off the computer))
[11-01:52] 94d, *Kailynn Benson : ((I have to go anyhow. How about a pause?))
[11-01:53] b10, *Jaylin Anderson : ((*slaps a pause on* Night))
[11-01:53] 94d, *Kailynn Benson : nightio
[11-01:55] EXIT: Jaylin Anderson has left the chat ( 11:53pm, October 10 (CDT) ).
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: ((I'd like to play Jihan with your newly imported girl, Envy. I'd also like to finish the stuff up with Shika, so the narrirator will allow me to do both.
: ((Good thinking)): ((lol)): *Anyways, Shika sees the flash memory and as soon as she sees Jihan's hand reach out for her, she clutches her chest in pain and doubles over in pain as the searing heat makes itself known. She gasps and whimpers at the sensation, squinting her eyes tight* Ahhh! Oh....Ouch!: *on realizing the pain she might notice there are several spots on her body that look like minor burn marks. The lot look like they'll heal up in a couple days*: *When she does recover from the initial shock of the burn in her chest, the burns are noticed touching each one to make sure it's real and not her imagination...which seems to be happening a lot lately* Ow! *Seethes in pain and sighs in frustration, huffing air out of her face* Mmm...great..burns...*Shakes her head and goes about cleaning the rest of the mess up, setting all the bottles in a trash shute and then making a call to the couch repairers, finally heading to the bathroom to check for some aloe*: *On the current night, Jihan is relaxing by the poolside of the scumpond meant for Eyad's deservedly low paying customers. She's dressed in a red Bikini with a white towel wrapped over her hips. She's got her jeans by her side and is going through her money earned from earlier today.*
: *slips out a door that leads to the pool area with the intent of avoiding the people in the lobby... or any of the people around her anyway. She stuck out like a sore thumb. the dirtiness of the city isn't anything new. London used to be like this, but it had been quite a few years since she'd had to be out and living within the population*: *Jihan looks up absently from her big wad of cash, mostly ones to be sure but a wad of cash nonetheless, to see the new pool goer. She takes a mild pleasure in seeing people stupid enough to actualy get in*: *She does, but the aloe comes first. Only after she applys the aloe to each burn spot does she return to the hanprints, inspecting each of them and measuring against her own, trying to compare handprints by visual...but that only goes so far and doesn't result in much success*: *of course, she knows that someone else is in the pool area, which foils her plan to just bound over the fence. What to do... maybe there's another way out. but how can she find it? After a little bit of pondering, she decides to just do it the old fashioned way and ask* Is there a way out through here?: *She nods over to a bunch of bushes just to her side* There's a gate over here. Its hidden by all the weeds covering it and I've never seen anyone open it.: So, is that a no? *raises a brow, not getting irritated, but is short as she tries to think of another plan*: ...*Feels the handprints and raises an eyebrow slightly, this day just getting wierder by the second. What had she taken that night? It certainly wasn't any drug she had tried before...and it certainly made her feel really...odd.*: Just because a door isn't opened doesn't mean it can't be. *looks the girl over... she DOESN'T look like she should be in Eyad's low grade motel. What gives?*: *she knows that she could probably rip any gate in this shoddy motel down without effort, but she certainly doesn't have to advertise that. But, this girl seems a little off to her. Madi's dark eyes look her over, not bothering to hide her suspicion as she walks to the said gate and moves some of the weeds, checking the gate out. Just some rust and weeds, nothing she can't handle*
: *will be cleaning the bar, a mixed CD playing*: *Jihan rolls on her side to watch her* You look like you're in a hurry. Twenty bucks and your name and I'll get it open for you. *gives her an impish grin*: *doesn't even look at the girl as she takes a few steps back, then her shapely leg shoots out, a booted foot making harsh contact with the gate. The hinges just break and the gate crashes to the ground a few feet away* Just bill me.: Not my gate... but I'm coming with you cause the owner will think I did it. *she gets up and starts pulling on her jeans*: *looks over her shoulder as she walks. Only briefly, then she's out the walk way, calling after her* Sorry. I don't have time for this.: *She shivers from the memory and smiles at prints, running a finger over the glass and tracing the handprints, tilting her head when she realizes the glass actually melting with her touch and instinctivly pulling her hands away and holding them close* What in the name of every thing holy happened last night and what in hell is happening right now...: *Gone... or uncannily fast as Jihan appears to her other shoulder just as she finishes saying it "this"* I'll make time. Where're we headed?: ((*waves to the newcomer*)): Look... *bites off attaching a name. She just needs to get to the bar, so she stops, digging into her back pocket* I'm sorry if I got you into... *shit. She had absolutely no cash on her.* into trouble. I don't have any cash on me. I'll see if my friend has some and I'll be back to pay for the damage *as if she could have done any damage*: Pfff. Like I care. You're not the run of the mill human and I'm bored so I'm going with you.: *Well would still pull her hand back instinctivly* Oh...Jeez..It's wow...*All she's able to muster out at the moment, being surprised/confused/awed/whatever.*: *her fingers curl, twitching towards the back of her pants, under her jacket to her gun... but she stops herself. She can't just go around pulling guns on people here. Wordlessly, she turns and continues walking, very... very fast, but nothing inhuman except for the grace in which she does it*: *follows along, stride for stride and grinning the entire time*: *she pushes through the door of Before the Dawn, not holding it for Jihan*: *finishes cleaning the bar and sits down, it was slow that night so thank lord she actually got to have a bit of a break*: *Looks up to see Madi and smiles at her slightly* Hey, nice to see ya back. You seem in a bit of rush, what's going on?: *interesting person or not, she's got money to burn and she's just stepped in a few moments behind Madi into a bar. Jihan makes a beeline for a stool*: *blinks in surprise at Harmonia's words. The bartender must have told her that she'd been by* I need the name of your source. *just hopes she doesn't need much more clarification than that*: *Will have a confused look on her face as Madi says this* You lost me. *looks at Jihan* What can I get ya?: Double whiskey to warm me up.: *frowns and casts a sideways look at Jihan, thinking about calling Lennon to bring her some cash right now just to get ride of the girl, but she knows he's busy, so she just has to do her best* The source for your drinks for the special customers.: (rid, not ride... lol what a slip): *she gets Jihan her drink and hands it to her. She looks over at Madi* I'm sorry, but I don't give out my sources, they really don't like that too much: *Is all ears to this business and is confident enough that whatever Madi might be that can rip metal gates open isn't enough to worry about sticking her nose straight into her shit*: Then, perhaps you can have your sources contact me *is well aware that she could just come here, but she doesn't like the idea of there being somene in the middle... if the bar is closed or something happens, then she starves. Not a chance*: (waves to Caine): *she thinks a moment* I will have to think about that. But I am pretty sure he'll be up to helping you out: ((just come on in. Squirrel is lurking around being antisocial): *pulls a card from her cashless pocket and puts it on the bar. The card only has a phone number on it* I don't want to take your business from you. It's just for my personal use. I could pay you.: *glances at the card and uses a little low end magic to read its content*: *Shakes her head and takes the card. Looks at her and smiles* It's no problem I understand. You are always welcome to the stash here: Thank you. *smiles back, just a bit. It's a little strange still having to be at the mercy of other people, especially people in this city*: No problem honey. I know what it's like to be in your position: *watches the two. Obviously they don't mind their business being in public, which is mildy disapointing for Jihan. She takes the shot in one gulp*: And... what position is that *now her eyes narrow. What a strange thing for a person she's never met to say. It makes her wonder who this woman is and what she knows*: To be in need of help: ((*peer pressure* all the cool kids are doing it)) *it actually is private, they're just so slick about "coding" that Jihan doesn't know it ; ) )): ((and nobody can't say Envy ain't cool)): ((wait... thats a tripple negative... Lemme rephrase. ALL must say Envy's cool!)): (*blinks and blushes* thanks guys): *will look at her* I do not mind helping you at all. *looks at Jihan* Need a refill?: I just need a new source, that's all. If you can't provide that, I'll go elsewhere *of course she won't admit needing help. She doesn't really qualify starting over as needing help... even though it is*: I'll be able to convince him: Would you please?: *smiles at her and refills her drink* There ya go.: *had almost forgotten Jihan was here. Now she gives the pesky woman a sideways glance* Am I as entertaining as you'd hoped?: Absolutely. Talking business about undisclosed products that sound like contrabad is always amusing.: (i've gotta go in the next few posts): *doesn't really know how to respond, so she turns her head back to Harmonia* If you'd just give him the card, I would greatly appreciate it. My name is Madeline.: *glances at Caine as he takes a seat not too far from her own stool* Ah, and you too. It must be my lucky night.: *nods to Madeline* I will do that Madeline. *looks to see Caine* What happened?: *and her business being done here, she leaves* (sorry cats, my grans boyfriend is up and wants his comp. love you all *passes out kisses*): ((*luvvles on Envy before she goes*)): *nods and gets him one of the strongest drinks she can make and give it to Caine* There ya go: You give them a few good knocks in turn or are they just playing with you?: That is not a good thing Caine *she looks concerned for him*: Fair enough.: *shakes her head* Looks like this could go from bad to worse: *finishes the drink feeling kindda numd*Not could Har, most likely will get worse...*coughs*unless I can get a drop on 'em before they get one on me again.: *nods* Well you always have a a place here. In fact I suggest you rest upstairs tonight: And possibly go to the hospital: *looks from JIhan to Harmonia*Thanks Har.No, no hospitals I just gotta heal over the course of tommorrow and I'llbe ok.Hey Jihan could you possibly pick up a 9mm berette with a silencer?: *smirks and shakes her head* Ok. Anything that can stop these guys that like beating on you: (*knocks off the e an'places an a at the end of beretta*brb): (back): ((wb)): ((I have to go, so I am going to insert NPC Harmonia *inserts NPC Harmonia and skips off to bed after hugging everyone*)): (*hugs okies ttly*: (*slips back into the darkness pondering lurking untill someone else pops in*): ((it's ok)): *Jihan smirks at the question as her third double shot of whiskey going down the hatch: * If you mean "Jihan, oh impressive and radiant one, might you know of where I could get a 9mm berette with a silencer?" I might have somebody you should talk to.: *turns to face her*Impressive and radiant one? Where'd that come from?*his eyebrows knit from a twinge of pain*: *she shrugs* Something my father was once called. Or something similar. Its a translation.: Ahh, I see.*smiles*Well then, oh impressive and radiant one, would you be able to aquirre a beretta for me? And possiblely a few clips of sulfiric rounds?: My uncle Eyad. He runs a skank of a motel a few blocks from here. He's also been trying to get his fat little thumb in every dirty pie in L.A. A small gun would be right up his alley. I don't know what he'd have for special rounds. He goes for quantity over quality and he doesn't have much of the first.: *chuckles*Then he should meet a few of my old friends if quanity is what he goes for. They really do have their hands everywhere in everything,oh an' I was just kidding about him meeting them.: *she shrugs again and realizes only now that when she left with Madi she only bothered pulling on some pants and only has her bikini top on* He can take care of himself. He's a lot like me. Besides, if he couldn't I could take all of his things without hastle.: I'm sure he can .*leans against the bar*On a lighter note how's work?: Its work. Dance, amuse some men and a few women, let them get their jollies off with me if they can pay enough. Same same. You?: Resides tonight,pretty much the same throig out drunkards,the overly agressive,an' those that refuse to pay.: What do you gain from throwing out those that refuse to pay?: A hand full of cash they swore they didn't have the moment before. And the girls don't mind as long as they get their cash.: *she chuckles* True enough... though I've been suspecting at least a couple are blooksucking ghuls like you and might be more interested in having private time with the clients.: At least three his week. One thought he was big shit 'til I planted a beretta in his ribs an' told 'em it was loaded with phosferous rounds: I meant the girls themselves. Is it like this everywhere in America? Filled with corpses that don't like laying down?: I think so. At least every city I've been in. Though I think...nevermind Montana has 'em too.: *thinks on her lasy comment*Oh the girls*shakes his head*Sorry I'm still not thinking straight: ((I gotta Jihan time to crashrp with up later.)): (that's rp with you later)
: *standing in halfway in the shadows near the front door he somkes a cig checking I.D.s and such*: *flicking the rest of the cig as he let's two girls pass he looks up letting his eyes scan the street scencing others near by*: *smilling at Nicola briefly his eyes return to looking over the streets*Hey kiddo what's up?: *stil slightly brused from the night before he is leaning against the wall*Well with all that extra movement yuir doing iyou would think it would.: ((test)): Mmm I guess...*spots some bruising on him and raises a little brow*been getting into fights?: Yeah ...couple of nights ago i run into a few old friends: Old friends did this to you?..you gotta pick your friends more wisely: They aren't really frinds anymore.Not since I left The Sabbat.Now they're more like hunters and I'm the hunted.It's a long story.: *She friwns lightly*looks like you need to keep clear of them then: That's harder than you think.We're all tied together through bonds of blood. The blood bonds made it easier for us to keep track of each other in battle or while seperated on special opperations.Now they use their bond with me to track me down and either bring me back into the fold or erase my existance.: *is there no way to depleate the bond and bond with another?: *nods to a couple of people slide into the club,not stopping them cuz they're regulars*There is,but I know of only two ways. Death or returning to the fold and performing the Vinuclum rite again but this time without adding my own blood. Problem is I could still be staked and left for the morning sun.: ((is still here)): (k my pc froze again): (k,you need to re boot?): *lightly pouts*looks like your in a no win situation: (nope ive sorted the prob..well ive given my pc tikme to unfreeze): *sighs and pulls out anothercig and offer her one*Pretty much,unless I can find away to break it out side of retuning to the Sabbat.*lights the smoke and looks at his watch*I'm almost off shift,what are you doing in a bit?: (k): All I was planing on doing was laying in bed reading a book*said as she takes the cig and slips it between her lips and waits for him to light it*: *Lights her smoke and puts his pack away*Alright then you go get yuir rest.i think I'm gonna work on getting rid of my people problem.
: *he still finds this place appealing, hence taking Madi back here again. He just thinks he needs to find a way to get her to relax a bit, not worry so much about the house and food supply and all. Not forever, but just for a few hours at least. Everyone deserves to have some fun in their life, even when things are hectic, that’s his philosophy anyway. And the wait wasn’t so terrible that by the time you got in you had forgotten what it was you were there for in the first place, so this was where he decided they should go*: *yet there she is, always looking around, wondering what she could be doing that's more important. Yet, try as she may, there isn't much of anything that comes to mind. Nothing was more important than being here in this place with him. It was strange, sure, but she had to just keep telling herself that it was ok. The world wasn't going to fall apart*: You still look worried *he says it in a kind of mock accusatory tone. It’s not like it’s unexpected, but he had just hoped not to see that look tonight. But he hoped for a lot of things that didn’t always quite work out the way he wanted them to. At least this wasn’t one of the more severe cases*: *New toy for the goddess Jihan and now with a real chest Shika reclines on a barstool and watches teh club casually, one leg crossed over the over, the black leather one piece skirt riding up to expose more thigh to any curious gentlemen, of course the top half only zipped as far as 'decent' would be. The club was doing well, like it always is. Quite profitable and such a nice place to have to fall back in case of a rainy day...or two..or forty...giggle*: *comes back from her own thoughts, amazed that she can even drown in them in his noise, and looks at him* I'm not worried. I guess the look is just permanantly imprinted on my face.: I know that’s not true, because there have been times where I’ve defiantly seen you at least smile and not look worried, as well as a couple other emotions *grins at her* You just need to try a little harder. I know it’s possible.: *and at that, she does crack a smile* I thought the point of coming here was to not try. *gets a little distracted by the kids with the glowsticks* I didn't know that they made those for jewelry.: You know humans, if it’s shiny they’ll wear it *takes her hand and starts leading her towards the bar for now* Very simple creatures at times.: ((/location)): ((Where are ya at you two?)): *had been actually been ready to hint that she wanted one, but she just smiles. She is still getting used to him after all.* Yeah, they are... you know, I think that if we're going to keep coming here, I should get some new clothes. I feel a little... obvious.: (just in the club, headed for the bar): Your….*trails off as he looks her over and realizes that she does look like she doesn’t belong here* Maybe that would be a good idea. I hadn’t really…thought about it before.: *is sitting by the bar, someone else taking the night shift at her bar. She has a drink in her hand an is in realitvely nice clothes, but still casual*: It's a good thing that I appreciate honesty. It's been years since I've been in a skirt... certainly never that are quite so short *kind of winces as she looks around. These fool kids look like their in shiney underwear! She suddenly thinks about her father and what he would say if he saw her in a place like this... but she's done several things that her father probably wouldn't believe* So... what do they have to drink over here?: *pulling into the paring lot he revs his Harley one last time before turning it off and walking to the door. before he enters he lets his eyes fall on the simi empty streets*: *only seeing the normal late night hookers, and other nightwalkers.not realyy paying attention to them he enters the club and heads for the bar*: *halfassed watcing the present dancer on stage he keep an open eye* Barkeep get me a scocth.: *takig his scotchhe moves to a table in a corner wait fot his target to appear*
Marley Watkins knock knock knocks on Shika's door, leaning on the frame with one arm over her head in a very James Dean fashion. She even has the cigarette. She has no real purpose for coming, other than boredom.*: (icon): *And she answers, what anyone else would really do when they hear someone at the door. Her hair wet and hanging down over her face a bit, and a nice white cottony robe to complete the just took a shower look* Yes? *Pauses and sees it's Marley, smiling wide* Oh, hello Marley: ((picture)): Hi *with a smug lil' smirk* I was in the neighborhood. Thought I'd drop without invitation.: It's certainly welcome...*Grins a bit and tugs her in for a kiss* How've you been, huh? It's been awhile since I last saw you, come in please...*Closes the door behind them*: *and she gives it. A nice, warm wet one, then she steps inside when invited* I've been alright. The same. My grand expertise has been needed at work more than normal.: Mmmhmm.. I can certainly say that I understand completly. *Giggles a little, moving some hair out of her eyes and staying with her* Nice to hear that you're still doing alright. Been to the club lately?: *nods, walking through the room, curiously touching everything* mmm. yeah. I was there the other night. I didn't see you, though.: I think they have just about every liquor imaginable *talks as he reaches the bar and stops, looking at the backlit wall of bottles, a much larger selection than almost anywhere else than he’s been before* I think that’s it. *smirks slightly as he looks back at Madi*: mmm *keeps her hand in his, although she's not clinging for dear life this time* I don't think I've had anything to drink since... *has to stop and think...pitiful* our wedding anniversary ten years ago: (*snuggles cookie*): *he glances back at the backlit wall right after she mentions the wedding anniversary. He doesn’t like thinking about the people who’ve died over the years, or the fact that he had just shown back up not long after her husband had died, and now here they were* That’s a while. But it hasn’t really changed much since then. Just depends on how much of the alcohol taste you want in the drink.: I've heard the American beer tastes like cat piss. *gets bumped into, fairly hard. Enough to make her stumble, though it doesn't take her long to swing around and deliver a good shove to the unsuspecting guy... who skitters across the floor*: *turns around after feeling Madi get shoved, and frowns when she sends the guy flying* Madi….you need to hold back a little bit…I don’t think it would be very smart to let to many of the men in here realize your a lot stronger than them….the wrong questions might start getting asked.: *didn't ask questions when found out she was strong... just followed her about*: *but she just chuckles* Oh, don't be ridculous. it doesn't take much to be stronger than these lazy bastards. *gives his hand a little squeeze* are you going to buy me a drink, or not?: (*belatedly waves to squirrelie* look cookie's here so you're not just stuck with me): I am, but I need to know what your alcoholic preference is first, unless you want me to try to guess it on my own, but if you go that route, I can’t be blamed later *grins back at her*: I trust your judgement *turns her head, always interested in what's going on in this place. She tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. Oh, how neat were those glowy necklace... things*: *orders two mixed drinks, nothing he’s had before since he wants to try something new, and he figures go for it. If it’s bad, it’s bad. At least it’s something new. When the drinks are finished he picks them up and hands one to Madi* Here we go.: *Jihan heads into Reality. She caused a lot of trouble there before and she sees no reason to not do it again*: *takes it and gives it a little sniff. Doesn't smell too horrid. She looks very young right at that moment, like she's 13 and it's her first drink... but that's far from the truth. For some reason, she wraps her arm around him, wanting him close for her first drink in America. Maybe she was worried about what it would do and she'll keel over this pulsing club. Taking a little sip, she smiles up at him* Whatever you got, you made a good choice.: *he smiles as he looks at her, then notices something behind her his face briefly falls into a frown for a moment but it’s gone in an instant. He moves to say something holds up his drink to try a sip himself, only to have that hand collide with someone as they try to slip by the pair and spills his drink all over his hand* Dammit…I’ll be back in a minute, I’m going to go wash this off my hand *he leaves as quickly as he can after that, hoping he’s hiding the fact that he’d spilled the drink on purpose for an excuse*: *and he did, as her eyes had wandered to Jihan. Great. She should have known that of all the places in this huge city, she'd run into the girl at this place. Oh well. Maybe if she just... backs up into the crowd at the bar, she won't be noticed*: *Too bad for Madi, because the bar is where she heads straight for. She looks over the various men and women in various stages of intoxication and who looks like they would be a good time. Or could be encouraged to be a good time with proper confusion. She puts aside drunk tipping when she sees Madi and thinks up much better ways to amuse herself. She walks over to her*: *puts the drink back onto the bar and reaches into the pocket of her denim jacket, pulling out some fifty dollar bills. It has to be what the girl is after, so she may as well just give it to her* Here. I have $300 on me. That should be more than enough for a new gate.: *gives her a fake pouty face* Aww... you think thats all I think about? Money? I'll let you in on a little secret. *she moves up behind Madi's ear and whispers into it* I like money a lot... but I like trouble more.: *folds the money over once and presses it against Jihan's chest, lightly trying to ease her away* Well, at least I can give you one of the two.: I s'pose. For now. *she smirks and takes the cash... and instead of leaving her alone takes up a seat next to her, probably in the spot where her lover was a moment before* So, hows business?: *narrows her eyes a little, not out of frustration, but rather confusion. What in the world is this girl talking about?* Excuse me?: At the Before the Dawn. You sounded like you were trying to set up a fun deal with somebody.: You're very nosy. *is sure she's heard that before* It's going fine. *plays it off cool, but she really doesn't know what she's going to do if she asks anymore questions. Covering for a whole coven was definately easier than covering for herself*: If you weren't secretive, I wouldn't be interested. I just like to see humans squirm.: *smirks a little, her dark eyes glittering. Oh, how badly she wants to scream "I'm not a human" just to let this cocky girl know that she's wrong about something* I'm sure that you do. It's nothing interesting. I just have special dietary needs and the woman that owns that bar is the most convenient solution.: (hello hello, Urchin)): *Jihan thinks for a second and something glints in her eye: understanding* Ahhh... that makes sense. Kind of disapointing realy.: You can't tell me that I'm the only one in this city with secrets *her accent gets more and more noticable the louder she has to speak*: (*clutches chest* oh sweet... sweet Jon rhys meyers): Everybody's got secrets. Just not everyday I get to find them out by sitting about doing nothing. *she grins and... did her eyes flash a brighter color for a second?*: I don't believe that. Not when I've seen where you frequent. *reclaims her drink before someone else does* (Meyer, give me a messenger and I'll get you regged): (you sure? you can't use the icons or anything without one.): (m'kay. if you change your mind, I'm not hard to get ahold of. or moth): Yeah, but most of those guys aren't all that interesting. Just regular old humans that don't know shit.: Maybe you should follow their example and keep a few more things to yourself. *looks in the direction of the restrooms, wondering just how long it takes someone to wash their hands*: Can't get any fish if you don't dangle some bait.: *makes his way back through the crowd towards the bar. Though it’s a hard feat, he’s noticeably paler than he usually is. Other then that there’s not outward sign of anything wrong. He has a look on his face the conveys nothing more than slight discomfort as he pushes his way through the last few clusters of people in the main group around the dance floor and walks up to the bar, opting to sit on the other side of Madi as he realizes she’s speaking to someone* New friend? *he just looks at Madi, only glancing at the other woman once to try as he tries to gauge from Madi what the other is woman is about*: I never particularly cared for fish. *looks down at her drink when she speaks again* How long have you been here?: A month or so.: (*scratches the last part of her post*): (*or not heh*): I broke her fence. She was tracking me down for payment *couldn't think of a better explaination for Jihan's presence, since she really doesn't even understand it herself*: *looks over to Lennon and gives him an impish grin*: Oh…*he just trails off, a little bit confused. But if that was the story, that was the story. He suspected there was more to the incident than that, but he could ask for the rest later when there weren’t any extra prying ears around* Interesting you ran into her here.: I broke her fence. She was tracking me down for payment *couldn't think of a better explaination for Jihan's presence, since she really doesn't even understand it herself*: I ran into her. I'm just lucky like that. *she streaches, letting her slender darkskinned frame be shown off in her partying dress and lights of the club*: (what??? I had a whole 'nother post typed and that 's what went through!): Yes, apparently every where I go. It's uncanny what a small city this really is,* gives Jihan a little look*: Yes…I hadn’t realized it was all that small of a city *he’s looking at Jihan a bit warily now. He’s not exactly sure what to think. It could all be a coincidence, or it could be something else. He’a just hoping it’s not something else*: (did we scare off Meyer?): *she notices the warryness and smiles deviously at him. She likes it when people are afraid of her.* So, whats your name, or do you not get one?: (we did. we scared off everyone. we're such bastards): (*huggles his cute bastard girl*)): Lennon *smiles briefly at her* I don’t believe I’ve ever run into anyone who doesn’t have a name to be called by.: Sometimes a names just too unspeakable. *she looks back over to Madi then once again to Lennon* So, who are you, if you're not the guy that has the ring that goes with her?: ((her's rather)): *loops a finger through Lennon's belt loop as she finishes her drink. it occured to her just then that she had no idea what this nosy girl's name is, but she's not about to ask. Something tells her that the less involved with her she is, the better*: *looks up sharply. First to Jihan, then to Lennon. She did still wear her wedding ring, but neither of them had ever spoken about it... and it certainly felt like the wrong way to do it*: *he just looks at Jihan at first, a very hard to describe look, glaring is the closest you could get to really describing it * What business is that of yours?: Oh, I'm sorry. *by the grin getting wider on her face she's obviously not* I didn't mean to step on any toes. *another obvious lie*: *aha. It's obvious that the brat is only out for trouble and she wasn't going to play into her hands. So, still with her finger through his belt loop, she slides off the stool* I think it's time to go.: I think your right *looks away from Jihan, just wanting to get away from this conversation and her because she started it*: *she grins at the two retreating undead and sniggers* I'll see you around.: *frowns as she doesn't doubt that she'll be seeing that irritating girl everywhere that she goes. She sinks back a little into Lennon so that they won't get separated as they head for the door* I'm sorry, Lennon.: It’s not your fault you ran into her. She’s not exactly a peach is she? I guess you can’t avoid every trouble maker all the time *he’s mostly just rambling on because he really doesn’t want to have to talk about it*: Just keep trying... mathematically, we're bound to enjoy ourselves at least once when we go out. *pushes open the door and steps through, holding it for him*: (pic): I’ll trust you on that, your math skills are much better than mine*walks out the door and frowns* It would be nice if it was the reverse way though, more good than bad.: *now that they're outside and away from the noise...* Where did you go?: *grimaces, he forgot about that for a bit, but that’s much easier to talk about than what happened in the bar* I saw someone…suspicious…I went to check it out.: Suspicious? how? Why didn't you just tell me that? *her dark eyes take a sweep around: an action that's involuntary now when a 'suspicous party' is mentioned*: Because I didn’t know for sure…but…it was a Lycan. He saw me and everything….he didn’t seem to care. He walked right by me, looked right at me, and nothing.: *her steps slow almost to a complete halt... well, that can't be right* Of course, it wouldn't be smart to start a fight in public. *and another look, only more obvious this time with a good look behind them as well*: That I know, but I mean it was like he didn’t even notice me from anyone standing next to me. I thought maybe he was ignoring me so not to make any trouble…but it just didn’t seem like that’s what was happening….I don’t know. I might just be tired.: We shouldn't have gone out yet. the house isn't even fully secured. you're making me very careless *smiles, softening potentially harsh words. Of course she was worried about how exposed they were here without the coven, but the whole point in leaving was so that she didn't have to be a prisoner anymore*: We’ll be alright, this was just a….wake up call I think is the term *smiles at her* And you would never get to careless, maybe a little, but I don’t think I’m good enough to really make you to careless: *oh well, walking around without guns was never the goal of her little escape anyways. She waves down a cab, but decides waits for him to open the door... why not let him have a moment of chilvary* You should have told me instead of running off by yourself.: *and he does open the door for her* I didn’t want to make you worry about another thing if I didn’t have to. Next time I’ll worry you.: *smiles, patting his chest before getting into the cab* Great. Now that's settled, we can dance at home. I hooked up that blasted stereo while you were sleeping.: You did? Well then, another reason to be happy to get home *gets into the cab after her grinning*: *she rose, and left her gin and the few dollars to pay for it on the table; a trademark, the tenders and early arrivals would know, and soon she`d have a swarm of surprised dancers and staff at her office, where she headed now, to resume the business she had once loved and now was unsure if she knew what love was*: (and don't worry about forgetting. I only have about a zillion chars*: *walks in with her purse over her shoulder and her eyes hidden behind sunglasses, regardless of it being night. She's in well fitting jeans, the length of her long legs futher accentuated by black, spike heeled boots. She looks around once, casually searching for prey to single out before another girl gets to them. Though first thing first, she heads up the the office to sign some paper that she forgot to sign the night before*: (Bastardo icono!): *stops as Cecile comes into view, and watches her until she's looking at the other woman's back* When did you get back? *doesn't say it with any tenderness, yet her tone is without much harshness either.*: I haven't done a damned thing. Kailynn quit, so a lot of big money lost interest *frowns as she speaks. Naturally, she's glad that Kailynn is gone, but she's not happy that the attention didn't turn on her* Tevesh just stands outside the odd place... Too many feelings pooling in that mad house.. He remembers that it's a strip-joint. Odd to say that in one's mind... Doesn't feel right. Lust.. That was the overwhelming feeling here.. Lust and greed. Tevesh basked in these two emotions, this town was full of them... Hate, anger, lust, greed, love.. Mostly anger though.. The lines of the Web were strong here. Tev's eyes slowly revert back to their original bright and peircing green color. (NOT BLUE LIKE I SAID BEFORE!) He grins a wide, almost manical grin. His teeth bare and he watches the place, looking oddly comical, leaning to the left on his cane and his tophat a-perched upon his head, crooked-like. His dirty leather overcoat gives him a rather... Hobo-ish look. Completes the ensemble, really.. So he stands. And waits.: Fine. *and she does so, sitting, crossing her legs and waiting. Naturally, she lights a cigarette, not worried if it is ok with Cecile or not* Tevesh feels the lady comin' up. Wonderful, wonderful. He remembered her.. Nice lady. Good mind, good vibes.. Made Tevesh want to reach out to someone else and show them what's for in the Web. He watches her, still grinning and looking odd.: 'Ello, Missus! Wonderful day, what say you? *Tevesh bows oh so gracefully, and grins again at the girl. Hasn't seen her in quite some time. His eyes are still oh so mesmerising, but he senses the lady is in a rush.. Doesn't look at her rightly..* Tevesh nods, nods, nods.. He then bids the lady a fond farewell, in the form of.. "May the Force be with you, Missus!" Just feeling a bit comical.He walks off and outta the place. Gone and gone.. Til tomorrow.: Took you long enough *taps ash onto the floor* I've been the same Cecile. Far be it for me to change when life is so peachy. *followed by a rude smile and then she stands and abruptly walks out, because time is money*: Took you long enough *taps ash onto the floor* I've been the same Cecile. Far be it for me to change when life is so peachy. *followed by a rude smile*: *wlaking into the Burning Bush he lets his eyes sweep the room wondering why he keeps coming back.wlaking to the bar and orders a scotch on the rocks*: (why'd it load so slow): (*lol*can't find the right one?)*gettin his scotch and seeing that males have the stage he turns his attention to the occupants of the room, his eyes fall on Phedre he moves over to a stool next to her*Yuir new around here aren't you?*is new himself but has been in quite a bit*: *takes her hand and places a kiss on the back*I am Alton, the pleasure is mine. But pleasse call me Wraith*his eyes shifting from a blue haze to a golden green*Yes, it does hold up to it's reputation, but it's lost business since one of their best girls.: *smiles leting his voice taking on it's natural Nordic accent,making a mentel note of her eyes*Usually yes, but it seem I've come in at an odd time.That and I'm still pretty new to the city.This is the first place that stuck out to me.: Hmm,*thinks briefly*I think there is a hotel above the Before the Dwan Bar. But I'm not too sure: If I think of any more I'll tell you: *laughs taking his now watered own scotch like a shot*Thank you.I donna work her lass,I've got a more oppertunistic job.: *quitely watiching her actions he chuckles and orders another scotch for himself and a Goldenshlagger for her,and in the same moment checks his shoulder holster for the silenced 9mm*Nice peice you got there. My job, well you could say it's on the same level of a bounty hunter,it definately allows me to travel.: Yeah I do know. Work is going slow at the moment I'm acctualy in town on a job. I guess the guy I'm tracking hangsout in the area: I was hired by few of his business partners to bring him back alive: *lifts his glass to hers in toast*Yes to good aim and finding him.: Well as it is, I have nothing to do but watch for him so I can take you over there if you like*gulps down his scotch*: (it's ok. go get some sleep)*he takes her arm and leads them you the door to his Harley*I hope you don't mind riding on a hog?: *grins mounting his bikeand keys up the hog reving it twice as they pull out and head down to the Before the Dawn Bar*: (Yuir welcome I'll see you around It was fun): *walink the streetsnow sure where he wants to be he heads over: *with nothing really to do since he doesn't work for another hour he walks to the bar near his house,luckily enough he lives close to the Before the Dawn*-: *seeing somebody pausing at the doors then entering he wonders how many people are in tonight,tossing the last of his cig on the sidewalk he looks aroundthe near empty streets as he gets to the doors and walks in*: *walking to the bar he notices a few people scattered about the room and someone new at the bar*: *orders his usual and turns to Kaosika*Like L.A. much?: Ah,well Los Angleles is has loads to offer.What's yuir intrest?*his Irish accent thick to the ears*: *checking his pager as it goees off he gukps down his drink*Nice to see a new face in here but I gotta jet. Hope to see you again.*nods to her and heads out the door*: *opens the door to the bar and steps in. She's dressed respectible in black slacks and a blue sweater, underneath a fitted black jacket. Her feiry hair is pulled back and up, finishing off the look, which is a far cry from the confident dancer or the vulnerable girl on the street. So life didn't work out like it should have. Oh well. Just have to move on and that's her purpose tonight. 7 places in this damned city. She figured she'd try this bar before going home*: *smiles a little, reaching up to tuck a rough lock of hair from her face* Actually, I'm here for a job.: *is sort of slinking into the bar more than walking. He’d made it a whole day without a drink, and he couldn’t make it any farther. Someone had told him one whole day was good at work, but he didn’t think so. He’s almost not sure why he’s trying anymore, he can’t actually make it all that long without a drink as being here again shows. He doesn’t look at anyone as he walks over to the end of the bar and sits down, waiting as he stares at the bar top*: Is there... and application or something? *spoken as she moves towards a seat. She doesn't exaclty know what to tell*: *blinks when she notices that the person that walked in was Jaylin. for just a moment, she wavers and almost just bolts out, but no... she needed a job* Umm.. I uh, worked at a record store for about 4 months.: *he just nods, still not looking up as he stares at the bar top, not wanting to look anyone in the eye right now*: *shakes her head a little to bring herself back to the task at hand* I've been a waitress for about every resturaunt in the city. *naturally, leaving out the club, her most successful job. The whole point of quitting was to leave it behind her. Besides, she probably wouldn't get the best reference anyway*: I’m fine *his tone is very sharp as he takes the drink and downs half of it, still not looking at anyone, even though he recognizes Kailynn’s voice*: *again, she blinks* that's all? you don't want anything else? *another glance at Jaylin, actually wondering why she'd thought that he would pipe up in the first place. He'd always kept her secrets better than she had*: I have a place. Thanks. *walks past Jaylin to get behind the bar. She just sort of stands there, checking everything out*: Doesn’t really matter what you believe, that’s what I said and I’m not saying anything else. *finishes the drink and sets the empty glass on the table* I’m really not in the mood to spill all of my problems, or even one of them. *still doesn't look up*: ok. *still a little stiff. The woman hadn't even asked her name and she hadn't expected to just get a job and start. Her heels are already hurting her, but oh well. Her feet had hurt worse than this. Since Jaylin happens to be the closest... and obviously in a bad mood... she starts with him. Though she leans over the bar so that her face is level with his. With a little smile, which she's hoping to be infectious, she asks...* Would you like a refill?: ((*kicks icon up there* Stupid thing)): Yes *the word is mostly chocked out. He defiantly can’t look up now, not that she hadn’t seen him at his worst before, and this was far from it. But he just doesn’t want to look up at her right now, it’s not as real if he doesn’t look at her*: *which is nonsense. She did find him on the street worse than this... plus, she'd seen him shot. Though her smile fades a little when he apparently doesn't respond to her sublte attemt to lighten his mood. Her back straightens and she takes his glass* What did you have?: (yay! I just found my $1 Betty Boop dvd! I forgot I had it *pops it in*): I’m having Whisky *he glances up despite himself, but looks down again just as quickly, just to make sure he was right about who it was, thinking maybe he was wrong, but he wasn’t*: I don't know what kind you had, but you obviously need a good shot of Jack. *which she pours for him. a double even. She sets it politely in front of him then moves from behind the bar to check up on some of the other people*: *he picks up the glass, and just drink the entire thing in one go before putting the empty glass back down and sighing to himself, resting his elbow on the edge of the bar top and then putting his chin in his hand as he looks up and stares straight ahead*: *will grab herself a glass of water and watch still*: *gets and delivers the requested drinks to the already partially inebriated customers. slipping back behind the bar, she picks up the glass again* would that do it it for you then... sir?: No, I’ll have another *at least this time he doesn’t look back down, but he’s not exactly smiling as he’s looking up either*: Double? Single? *waves the glass a little bit, as if he needed to consider it or something*: Double *he doesn’t mean to snap the word out, but it just made him angry, though it’s pretty much just himself he’s angry at, but he’s not really the best person to be around when he’s being mad at himself, as he’s really not good at controlling himself*: *looks at Kailynn and smiles at her* Good job so far. What's your name by the way?: *though she doesn't take offense to it. She's sort of meaning to push his buttons. Why? eh. who knows? She pours him the drink and speaks to Harmonia while she sets it down in front of Jaylin* Kailynn.: *extends her hand to her* Harmonia. Nice to meet ya and welcome to the Before the Dawn Bar.: *just sips on this one, trying to concentrate on controlling his anger at the moment, and mostly just waiting for the alcohol to start fully kicking in*: *of course, she has to pull her attention from harassing the customer to the boss. She places her hand in Harmonia's* It's a pleasure.: *she'll slip her hand into her pocket and she'll pull out a couple hundred bucks. She hands them to her* Here ya go, first paycheck: *just looks at he money* Are you kidding me? I've been here for 10 minutes.: *she takes her hand and puts the money into her hand* I am not kidding. Take it.: *mmmm she's been handed this much money before. It never just comes that easy in this city* Look, I don't know what you thought I meant, by "job" but I just want to make drinks and serve them... that's all: *she smiles at her and sighs* I ment job as in what you just described. This is just the first paycheck and to help you out: ok *still skeptical when she takes it* How do you know I won't just walk out of here and not come back?: *She shrugs* I have a feeling you won't, but if that is wrong. Oh well it's only a couple of hundred bucks. I can deal with it: Fair enough *sticks the money in her back pocket* I'll be back tomorrow, then.: *She nods* That would be appercaited, same time? ((Brb)): *slips from behind the bar, tugging slightly on Jaylin's shirt/jacket as she walks by.* come on.: *is sort of slinking into the bar more than walking. He’d made it a whole day without a drink, and he couldn’t make it any farther. Someone had told him one whole day was good at work, but he didn’t think so. He’s almost not sure why he’s trying anymore, he can’t actually make it all that long without a drink as being here again shows. He doesn’t look at anyone as he walks over to the end of the bar and sits down, waiting as he stares at the bar top*: *and for some reason he doesn’t even question it, he just gets up and follows her*: About the fact that I drink to much? I don’t think there’s really anything to say about it.: Okay…the fact I can’t stop. Not much to say about that either.: *looks at Wesker and smiles* What can I get ya?: about that... or what ever else seems to attribute to your charming disposition tonight.: Okay…the fact I can’t stop. Not much to say about that either.: I'll spare you the heart felt, inspirational lecture... *sticks her hands in her pockets and looks up at him* If you wanted to stop... I mean, really wanted to because it was ruining your life to badly, then you would. There just wouldn't be another choice.: *will smile at him and get the scotch. She hands it to him* I'm Harmonia, owner of this bar. *Extends her hand* And who are you?: ((brb, gotta grab laundry)): Having death taken away as an option *it’s meant to be muttered to himself, but it came out a little louder than he wanted* That’s easier said than done. And I am trying…I can’t even make it a whole day before it feels like I’m going to fall apart. I don’t know how I’m suppose to just…ignore that.: *she does catch that meant-to-be hidden statement and her brow furrows in confusion, but she doesn't ask what he meant* Don't beat yourself up about it. IF you do that, then you'll just keep thinking about it and you'll want to drink more.: ((Jaylin's not in the bar anymore)): Another thing that is very hard to accomplish. But I guess I can try again.: Well, what else are you going to do with your days? *starts to walk slower, then stop as they reach the door to her building* Maybe working in a bar isn't the best idea for you *frowns and looks towards the door, a little guiltily since that had been her idea*: (*waves to the new peoples*): It’s one of the few things I’m good at. And I don’t drink at work.: Well, if you get sick of sitting in that room of yours alone, just give me a call. I have a bit of free time now, myself *smiles, toying with the keys in her pocket*: I might do that…I guess I’ll see you later.: *nods* I have still not found the person that made me but I do not give up looking]: Yeah. Unless you want to come up and watch the news and some trash t.v. It's good for low self esteem.: Actually…I think I need to go back and apologize to Harmonia. I kinda was…mean to her and I shouldn’t have been. She’s always been more than nice to me. She didn’t deserve that.: *looks him in the eyes, not flinching and smiles. She shrugs lightly* Don't know, don't keep track: Good idea. I'll see you around, then. *pulls the keys from her pocket and opens the door* take it easy, alright?: I’ll try*he smiles before he turns around and heads back to the bar. He really had been acting like a jerk, when the only person who had done anything wrong was himself. He walks back in and takes a seat near where Harmonia is standing, but waits for her to acknowledge him before he says anything, he doesn’t want to interrupt her conversation*: I got the bar once my parents passed away. I hid out here until I had a control on the thirst and then opened up the bar again. *gets him his drink then sees Jaylin* Hey Jaylin how are you doing? Better?: Yeah…um…look…I’m sorry about how I was acting earlier. *he smiles slightly* I was…well I was being and Ass and I’m sorry.: *looks at him and smiles, putting a hand lightly on his shoulder* No problem honey. Want anything? *looks at Wesker and get him the drink and smiles* There ya go: No, I’ve already had to much, thanks anyway.: *nods at Jaylin* You know if you need anything let me know. And I mean anything. *looks at Wesker and smiles* Haven't hunted in forever. I got all I need here: *walks in cautiously, checking out the room for familiar and unfamiliar faces*: I know, thanks Harmonia*smiles, not seeming fazed by hearing some of the words like ‘hunting’ and what not, but he was used to that sort of thing in here from time to time, and it’s not like he doesn’t know what it’s all about*: *looks at Wesker and shakes her head* No. Why do you ask?: I know, but I have not hunted in a long time. It would be hard for me to start it back up: *wearing a bear skin cloak,carries a shortsword on his back and a dagger on his left hip and one in his right boot red hair,his vibrant green eyes tend to shift to a glowing blue.He walks into the bar casually and goes straight to the bar*: *making her way to the aend of the bar she notices the others. Trying not to appear to listen, she sits down and looks directly ahead of her*: I know this is an unsolicited opinion, but if you’re hunting the trash down in this city, it might not be a bad idea to get back into it. Or maybe to go after one of the hunters or slayers. *frowns a bit as he says the last part*: *looks at Jaylin and smiles* Might give it a shot later on. *looks at Wesker and smiles* I know it is like riding a bike. Maybe I'll remember it. *Sees Alton and Angelique come in* What can I get ya guys?: *she turns to the lovely blonde behind the bar and answers quietly* I'll have a scotch, neat, please.: *takes the tube and looks at him* Thank you. *nods to Angelique and gets her the scotch. She hands it to her* There ya go.: *silently he motioning to the barkeep to come closer he lets the hood of the cloak fall back allowing his hair to glow lightly in the ambeint light of the bar*: *scratches just under the collar of his shirt briefly, brushing against one of the fading bullet scars on his chest as he does. It still feels sometimes like the attempted killing happened only yesterday. He’s finding sitting in this place with others who aren’t exactly human is more comforting than he originally would have thought it would be. At least he’s pretty sure there won’t be another attack by that hunter when so many are around, if the guy were to magically find him again*: *her attention is drawn to back of the bar where she sees someone who looks familiar* Thanks *she says rather absently now realizing this is someone she knows*: *She smiles at Angelique and nods* No problem. *looks at Alton and goes over to him* Yes sir?: *leans over the bar and whispers in her ear,a very Nordic accent detecable*I'm looking for a man who often comes here.: *she raises an eyebrow at him and nods* And who might this be?: Excuse me a moment sir. *Goes over to Seiko* Can I get ya anything?: He was visited by a few old friends acouple nights ago, I think you know who*sits back and in a clear voice*I'll take a Bloody Mary: *nods to Alton and gets his drink, she hands it to him. She will nod to Seiko, grabbing her drink and handing it to her* There ya go. *looks at Wesker* Everything ok?: *turns his head at the tapping sound, wondering what that’s about as he does, but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t want to cause any trouble for Harmonia , and it wasn’t that annoying yet*: *thinking to herself "been a long time since I have seen her...wonder if she even remembers, it was so long ago" *she decides to approach her anyway and slides off the bar stool, her black coat falls open as she steps forward and approaches the attractive asian girl sitting alone*: *she hands Seiko back her money and shakes her head* First drink is free.: *nods*Thank ye lass*take a deep drink and sets the glass down waiting for her response*: *looks at Alton* May I ask as to why you are looking for him?: Aye, that ye may, but ye may not like my answer.: *keeps an eye on Wesker, knowing something is running through his head. Thank god she was blessed with the gift of Telepathy* ~What are you thinking?~ *looks at Alton* I am ready for you answer?: ((*stabs the ?*)): I was sent to bring him home.He's been absent a little too long, his free time is up.: *as she reaches Seiko, she passes within inches of the man who keeps repeatedly taping his boot heal on the floor. A strange, cool breeze blows over her in that instant, but she has felt this before and egnores it to look at Seiko, a welcome face to see*: *she looks at Wesker and nods.* ~Meet me outside~ *looks at Alton* Well as long as he is here and continues to keep coming here, you will not touch him in this bar. He is allowed free will and you should not be required to bring him home. Now if you will excuse me sir, I have to talk with someone. *gets one of the NPC Bartenders to work and starts to walk towards the door*: *will grab the amulet and run after him* Wesker!: *Sees Marius and goes towards him* I believe that belongs to him.: *slightly shocked he takes another drink and looks around the room carefuly watchinc the other occupants*: ((you still here Seiko?)): *She narrows her eyes at Marius and shakes her head at him. She looks at Wesker and then to Marius. She reaches for his pocket and will try and grab the amulet* It is his and I will not watch my tounge: *now focused on the the people in the doorway he chuckles to himself finishing his bloody mary*: ((ok, i do too, see you tomorrow)): *Looks at Marius and shakes her head* I will not watch my mouth: *she turns quietly and sits down at the stool next to her and listens to the commotion behind her, glancing over at the tall man chuckling*: *this shocks her and she narrows her eyes at him again. She will rub her jaw slightly.* You ever touch me again, I swear it will be the last thing you do. *She turns and moves out onto the street, letting the NPC Bartender take care of the patrons. She will lean against the wall outside and close her eyes, trying to control her anger*: *she will slide down the wall and look out at the streets of L.A.* ~Yes, please~: ((*is tired* If my posts don't make much sense it's cause I am going on a couple hours of sleep((: *looks at him, her hands in her pockets and sighs* That must be nice. Sometimes I wish I was never given this life. *laughs a little* Thanks: *turning back to the bar he orders another bloody mary and glances down the bar at Angelique*: *she blinks slightly at his saying he was came here to kill her* I do not know if that would be wise. And why were you coming to kill me: *looks at him as he walks into the shadows and nods* I will do my best. *She will head back to the bar and go up to her room. Inserts NPC Harmonia*: *she wishes her old friend Seiko had not left as she knows no one here, but the earlier chill is gone and she feels fairly secure. She raises the last of her scotch to her lips and finishing it, wishes she had another, it had been along hard day*: *geting his refill he takes it like a shot and slides off his bar stool muttering to himself*Looks like I'm not geting what I need from anyone her.Time to move on to his next hang out.*pulling his hood up over his head he walks out the door in to the night of L.A.*: *she shakes her head thinking she should have said something to someone, not a very good first impression. Leaving a tip on the bar, she gets up and brushes back her long blonde hair like she always does, an unconscious gesture, pulls her coat around her and walks out into the LA night, leaving faint irriadescent traces behind her with each step as she goes*: *she decides agianst the club, turning southward down Sunset to one of the few parks that is actually maintained in L.A., and isn`t riddled with bullets and angry boys pretending to be men and girls selling their goodies to the highest bidder. She rubs her eyes, having just come from a nightmare; turning into the park, she keeps her eyes to the paving stones, chewing her lip in thought*: *she senses a more than familiar presence; unsure of how she knows he`s here, she meanders a few feet ahead to the bench where Tevesh sits. Plopping down inelegantly beside him, picking up instinctively that he`s very absorbed in his own thoughts and so sits without announcing herself. She`s enjoying the relative silence herself, though she studies his profile intently, yearning for his eyes*: *she does giggle, though it`s slightly a distant sound; her gaze, so ordinarily greenish-brown, is dazed even by the quick glances he sends her way* Fine, Captain! I thank ye for askin`. How goes you?
: *her breath leaves her in a forceful gasp, as if a fist had just connected to her stomach in angry spite; any response she had, such as `I`m happy to see you again, too`is totally lost as her mind melts away, slipping puddle-like down her throat to sit in her stomach as the cavity which possessed it is suddenly filled with all she sees in his eyes. What conciousness of self remains is thrust out to absorb her world, the living world to keep her from folding against the bench, with no more control than unmolded clay*: *she jolts, pushing herself back against the bench with some force; enough to make her wince with a prang of pain, which further helps to drive her back to her reality. For a long moment she blinks, and continues to do it, waiting for her mind to resolidify in her skull. Looking back at Tev, she smiles kindly, reaching over to touch his hand* Thanks for that. It helps me remember that there`s this great world out there, I just have to find it. How did you? How did you end up ... with all that in there? *she taps his temple*: *she scootches closer, as if being nearer will help make her a little more able to cope with the visual onslaught; her hands fold into her lap, almost afraid to touch him again, but her curiosity and hunger to know outweigh the fear in the end. She nods eagerly* Yes, please. *her voice is soft and slightly pitched, excited*: *as all of this happens, the images and the sounds, smells, feelings of his experience bombards her, her fingers against his cool cheek slack, as she absorbs the memory, almost as her own. She stares at a statue in front of her, and is quiet for a long time after the sounds of her home town come back, familiar and warm and welcoming; and yet, now, they seem so strange and ... unfitting. She turns her head to him, caressing his cheek again, understanding what he is, at least insofar as he`s shown her so far* I ... always wondered. About ... about people like you. *she meets his eyes, somewhat more capable of handling them now* Thank you. For sharing with me. *her fingers against his skin stiffen again, and she keeps them against his flesh*: (*kills the ending of her post about stiffening fingers. hits head off of mouse*): I felt it. What it is you have to battle against each concious moment. I felt it. I wanted to be in it; to absorb it and be absorbed and ... and to know! Know all that you do, even if it means fighting, fighting to ... to remain somewhat of who I am. *she takes her eyes from him, turning her head to stare at the passersby, suddenly unable to comprehend how she can just go back to being one of them, so naive and ignorant. Her jaw sets in a hard line, and she radiates keen frustration, trying to rationalize her way back to unkowing, already understanding it`ll be the only way she doesn`t try to topple him and beg for all that he has, that she does not. She feels terribly ordinary*: (ugh!)But don`t you realize that if I can`t make myself forget, or just ... ignore it all, I`ll go mad anyway? *spoken in a soft, somewhat faltering voice. `There`s a moment of hot fury, angry that he`s done this to her, but it dies just as quickly as it flared, like a match soaked by the rain of acceptance. She asked, and recieved, and gratefully. She turns back to him, her skin tingling after feeling his breath so close to her* I want to ask, what can I do? How can I go back to ... any of it? I don`t think I can. I need ... I need what you`ve shown me. *her eyes are pleading, liquid pools near to overflowing with her ringing frustration* Please ...: (i`ll still be here.): *she watches him, unsure of what to do, seeing that he`s fighting against something internally. Out of instinct, something clearly human, she rests a hand against his back in a show of concern and sympathy and a yearning to help*: (Hey there my darling love! *blows kisses*): *she shudders as the emotions consume her again, pushing herself away from him a bit, the intensity of it burning through her flesh, but she answers him truthfully nonetheless* Yes, I want to see ... but ... only if you really want to show me. This is not my choice, and you have so much to deal with already ... *she feels a tingling inside, something that tells her, if he changes his mind, there will be other concequences, and not just the likelyhood of being unable to return to `normal`life, but also something worse. That she might not even have the chance for that. But all that aside, she cares for him in a way that won`t allow her to destroy him more by begging him to do something that, she can feel, he may not want to*: (*knows how to treat her lady back, and showers with all sorts of yummy, good for the stomach things to nibble on in meetings and such*): *she shaking, her hand trembling in his. There are little tears in her eyes and she can`t figure out why; scared, yes, she`s that. Hungry, yes, oh God yes, she`s hungry for him, for what he has, aching for knowledge and ... compansionship. Yes, that especially. Her fingers curl tightly around his, long and yet small fingers. She stares at them for a long time, wondering ... wondering how different it will be. Eventually, she nods, and turns her head, to the left. To the left with purpose and finality*: *strolling into the BtD he sits in a corner sipping from a flask trying to relax before he heads to the BB to start work for the night*: (I myself wasn't on last night. If you played with Alton then you were rping with on of my roommate much like tonight): ( is there another color you could use that's a bit hard for me to see.): (Wow.it's works*lol*): (*pokes Envy*Where: *noticeing the only other unnatural occupant in the room he nods to her and continues the sip on his flask*: *as the blood leaks from her, first gently and then in an ever increasing torrent, as the pleasure starts to twist its way from her suddenly lax body, she is consumed by the inky, slick blackness that is fading over her senses. Her mind struggles against it, fighting the encroaching black cunsumption. She remembers, all of the suddden, something to do with left. Out of an always prevailing sense to duty, she turns her eyes, quite figuratively to the left. The tunnel is complete; dark, so dark, and full ... bursting with eyes that wish to rape her, to take her away somewhere she doesn`t want to go. Hands, hands seeking to drown her in horror and death. But she fights; for him, for him she fights. For the knowledge, she fights, and she looks left completely, to see ... *: *qurking a brow he nods his agreement not really in the mood for any convo inperticular*: *slightly put off by the abruptness he forces a smile*I'm okay I guess.I'm Caine Lupas,and how are you?: *she gasps horridly, the brilliance of the light and the darkness receeding so suddenly jolting her back to ... what? No reality she has ever known. Eyes dart frantically and swiftly around, new and keen eyes, but the new world she she`s with them is overshadowed by the clamour in her mind, the awareness of so -much-. She can hear her voice, ragged and harsh, falling from her throat in frantic fluttering gasps, eyes finally resting on Tevesh, at first unaware of who he is or what has just occured. But one thing she is sure of is the Web, the Web ... *: *can sense his distaste in her approach, but doesn`t much care. She`s run into one asshole tonight, if he turns out to be something similar, it`ll make her evening to grate his nerves to no end* I`m fine, thank you. You`re kind for asking. *she smiles, and sinks into her more unknown self, the gentle girl, who is usually just looking for a good drink and a good talk, versus who she has to be when working*: The love of an RPG is a rare thing very few ppl have that love. Embrace it.: *somehow, she manages to push herself upright. She stares at him, nodding; she sees, and hears, and feels, feels all of it. And she is in love with it; with the Web. Even as it throbs inside her head, overwhelming, making her turn her eyes this way and that to find the source of this or that thought or awareness, even as it pushes against her conciousness, trying to suck it up, she is in love with it. She remembers love! Drags her eyes back to him, then, keenly aware that her body is on fire, and that she has such a thirst, it feels like she might need a river to quench it. A river of blood. Yes, how nice it sounds. Finally, she finds her voice* I saw ...: *taking a closer look at her he reaalizes he's seen her some where before or at thinks he has*I donna mean to be rude lass but donna ye work at the Burning Bush?*his Irish accent coming to it's full thickness*: *still-wild eyes blaze with the offer of blood; something, she thinks to herself, that should be so repelling, yet she finds instantly that it holds no taboo for her. She presses herself close to him, not taking her eyes from his, almost refusing, afraid of not having the connection, the almost painful awareness of his mind with hers. She takes up his wrist, gently as she can in her thirst, and places it at her mouth. Though the wound is open, instinct tells her to plunge her fangs into the cold flesh. She sucks, and draws from him, and in the instant her tongue is coated there is a soft moan from her throat, eyes drooping with the sweetness of his substance*: Ah then I am mistaken,forgive me.*taking a glance at his watch he realizes he'll be late for work is he continues this conversation*: If ye donna mind Miss Dulaunay I must depart,*taking another good look at her he now knows how he recognizes her but says nothing* Ihope to run into you again Miss.*stands and heads out the door not looking back determined to be at work on time*: *aware of his name for the first time since meeting him, she wraps her arms about his waist and presses her lips against his ear, her own mind quivering in it`s fragile newness as his begins to shatter* Tevesh, Tevesh, Tevesh, Tevesh, please, remember. Remember me, remember the first time we met, out on the nameless streets of this city? I was so intrigued by you, do you remember? We spoke of the club, and how you were facinated that men could be controlled by women half-naked and teasing them? Tevesh, please, remember that I`m here. I need you. Need you to teach me. Let me help you by you helping me. I need you. *her voice is broken, and she trembles with the force of his shattering mind pounding against hers; she draws strength from her mortal life, her years as a human, as a lover, draws strength and feeds it into his mind. She takes his face into his hands and presses her lips against his, murmuring his name, anything she can remember of their contact before ... before*: *Glad his apt isn't tooo far from the BtD he rushes to his car and heads for workthinking back on the packethe recieved in the mailthis afternoon. Pulling into the parking lot of the BB he hopes out of the car and rushes to his post at the doors wondering if the boss is in tonight*: *nodding and checking I.D.s' as people come to the door he looks for Jihans car wondering if even she is in tonight*((nope haven't seen her yet)): *she`s struggling; struggling and shaking and fighting for her own mind; forcing the Web to hush, forcing it to die down in her head enough that she can only hear him, only see and feel and taste him. She keeps her arms tight around him, smoothing his hair gently under her hands. She shakes her head in silent reply to his appology. She wants to tell him she knows it`s her fault; all of it. If only she`d never stopped to talk to him that first night, this would never had come and his mind, insane as it was, as it will always be, would still be more whole than this. She continues to mutter to him* We`re in Los Angeles. In a park, off of Sunset. We`re on a bench, just a bench, and there are trees. Can you smell the pine? Focus on that. Smell the rain that`s starting to drizzle on us. Come, let`s walk in it. Let`s look at the little pond down the path here. It`s solid, remember? It`s whole, and soft and smooth and gleaming. Nothing more. Just a mute spot of blue inside green. Let`s go watch it. *she stands, her arms under his, lifting him if he hasn`t the will himself. He`s still slightly heavy for her, but nothing that he would have been before. Her lips rest against his hair, and she repeats the words, over and over again, murmuring his name now and again to remind him who he is*: (Icon, biatch.): *she shakes her head; not acknowledging it. Doing so would be paramount to letting him collapse entirely. She keeps him close, but guides them to the pond. Once there, she turns her mouth to his ear* Look at the water, how soft it is, yet how destructive it can be. You can mold that water, my darling. Mold it, place it into the pockets of your broken mind. Make yourself a helmet of water. It will flex and ebb with the Web; stretch and accomidate and yet, yet it will hold. Build a dam around it, my dearest. I will help you. I will help you, Tevesh. *she languishes his name, still clinging to him, and odd sense of calm decending on her and she shares it with him, opens herself, to let him crawl in if he needs to. But deep down, deep down she`s raving; furious that he would break and make her do this, constantly yelling at the Web, at the presences, at the urge to sink and be lost, and her flesh shivers every so once in a while when her grip loosens. Her voice, no more than her breath* I need you ...: *with the line dimishing rapidly he moves inside to watch the crowd and make sure it doesn't get too rowdy he slips into a corner and inserts NPC Caine*: ((gotta split ppl ttyl have fun*and with a poof and piff he's gone*)) Tevesh grabs Cecile's hand and holds it tightly.. "I need you too.." He slowly rises from that deep darkened hole, where the rain of sanity barely reached the bottom.. He opens his "eyes" and sees again. He sees Cecile.. This woman.. That he changed. He brought her into it. He felt her anger, he felt her pain.. Tevesh knew that this might have beena mistake.. But then again, he knew it wasn't. It was right. He knew it.. It was a right thing.. Tevesh whispered into Cecile's ear.. "You need it more than I.." And he pushes back the Web, the voices.. THe thrum.. The madness, and realizes that he feels... Feels doubt. He feels doubt! He's almost overjoyous at this fact...: *she runs her fingers through his hair until they rest against the back of his neck; she presses her cheek against his, relishing the feel of his breath against her skin. Her hunger is beating, along with all the rest, and her tired, burning, swarming mind, and she lifts her face to the rain, praying it will cool her internal fires. There`s no time for it now. She breathes deeply, such a useless habit now, but it helps her cling a little more to herself, and makes the Web just a little more distant. She whispers, while keeping her face to the sky, and her hands against his neck* What do you doubt? *she can feel it, feel it so brightly, his doubt*: The fact that I feel. *Grins, and hold Cecile close.. His mind connected and starting to repair itself.. Bent and warped, he's fucked himself up once again. But he doesn't care.. He found someone.. Warmth filled him from inside, along with that ever-growing hunger.. He needed to hunt, but he owuldn't. Not for days, not after this. He couldn't. Not after feeling what he did, experiencing whatever the hell it was that he had just gone through. He sighs again..* How are you doing, Missus?: *she smiles softly, giggling when he calls her `Missus`, even after all that`s happened so suddenly. She kisses his mouth gently, and tosses her head in the opposite direction* Are you up for a short walk back to my apartment? Windows are already blacked out ... you should rest. *and, the hunger in her. Hurting, now, painful; all the humans around are distracting, and she can smell their blood. She needs to escape it, run away, or she`ll ... she`ll loose it, give into the lust* Tevesh nods.. And he follows her back to her place.. (I'm out all. Love and kisses and huggles and shit like that.): (Bye, you lovely man you! ): (*takes a deep breath* My goodness, that`s the best game I`ve had in a very long time.): Yes! Who should I play for you? You choose!! I`ll make anyone up for you!!: Hmmm ... *poofs out to find boy*: Whoops.: ((that's fine. heh. it happens to the best of us)) *the door opens behind him, her boots making little clicking noises on the pavement, then are silent as she stops to make sure that she has everything. Surely, one of the few people that leave that have clear eyes and smell nothing like alcohol. Her deep red hair is pulled up into a clip. It's nice to not have to hide at anymore. Her jeans fit well, only slightly hiding her nicely muscled legs; compliments of her previous job. She looks up from her purse to the guy sitting on the pavement. Well, it doesn't look too good for the place to have drunks on the pavement. However, she's not up for making new friends with strangers in this part of the neighborhood. Briefly looking back, thinking about going in for some back up just in case, she shakes her head. Nah. She's a grown up. So, her shoes resume the clicking as she walks up behind the strange guy*: *waves off the cigarette... knowing better than that* The end of a day is always the best *regardless of him appearing quite sober, she goes ahead and asks what she came to ask* Do you need some help calling a cab?: *and now it's her turn to laugh, since he can't possibly be serious. she shakes her head in a "good one" manner*: *takes the card, but doesn't seem all too impressed* Yeah. thanks *"I get that a lot just dangles in the air"* Good luck. There's a lot of inspiration around here, I just don't know if it's the kind that you're looking for.: *mutters as he walks away* sure, buddy. *habitually tucks the card in the back of her jeans before hailing herself a cab*
: *steps into the empty bar casually taking in the silence he lets his gaze fall upon a chair in the corner moving towards it the creek of the wood is heard all around*: ((night doves. sorry so short, but I have homework and my little peanut is tired *kisses the Madame*): *waits in the darkness resting for a bit*: *looks over at harmonia* i have been waiting for you: *smiles lightly*...time? time is nothing to those of our kind: *stands and walks over to harmonia* thank you for what you did last night. you really didnt have to: who was that character yesterday..marious wasnt it?: *laughs*..being the oldest does not make u the strongest my blood is of the higest...."quality": *licks his lips* my dear harmoni to place it simple the legends mention me under a different name...but i use this one for now...: *leans into harmonia scaning her eyes with his* i am what i have become...im not the oldest by far but the mixture of bllood within my veins is enough for me to do what i please....even god himself gave me a drink: *trhows his head back and laughs* give me a scoth plz: harmonia my sweet the things i know..you would end your life to just know them all if only for a brief second: ((were u go to get food china?,....lol)): ((yawns ya coming back??)): ((rolls around the floor)): ((hi)): ((what hapen u had to kill the cow and make the meat yourself?)): u doubt that u say..well to die to know endless knowledge is a bit stupid but im sure somone out there would give that trade: not find them..kill them..i kill our kind for sport usually ones that do not deserve the dark gift: *nods and orders another drink, she looks at him* I take it you find that fun: *sits up*....i sound like a monster...aint it great: *laughs a bit and slams the next scotch that she gets. She looks at him* Can be a good thing and it can't be: i find it fun sometimes others i se it as helping. if one of us strugles with jsut feding then there existance has no eaning and best to be put out of misery now then later: Well hopefully you don't come after me. Even though I don't hunt regularly: *smiles and shrugs* That is a good thing. But then again, who says you can't switch modes: *looks at him and perks an eyebrow* Yes?: *nods* I thought I heard a rumor about that one. I'm still trying to find the one that made me. But once I do....*she looks away, anger overtaking her. She takes a deep breath to try and calm herself down*: *looks at him and nods* Just a tiny bir: ((bit I mean)): The only thing I remember is that my parents were killed and I was changed. I was left to fend for myself and I am slightly bitter: I figured there had to be a good thing to this life I got.: It wasn't that long ago, maybe I want to say around 1935. But then again, that is not that long ago to people like us: *She'll take the amulet and look at it, inspecting it* This looks very old. *looks back up at him*: The vault?: *pulling out NCP Caine he slips out of the shsadows by the doors and move over to the stage to pull a few of the patrons,who have gotten excessively drunk, down off of it*Ok boys you gotta cool it or get out*setting them back in there seats he signals to two other bouncers to watch them and that he was off the clock, he head out the back door grabing his studded leather trench on his way out to his car. Once in his car he heads to the BtD for a cool drink snd to find out who these other eople are that seem to be looking for him with intentions unknown to him*: Oh sounds like fun: I know, just trying to crack a joke: ((K))
: *making a hard turnon to the mian street he pushs in the number on a crad he received in a package earlier*Hello? Yea who is this? Donovan?Well Mr. Reese I''m glad you and the Ivory Tower are interested in keeping me alive but, I'm not interested in The Toers help,yes I understand Mr. Resse, no you don't see.*becoming angered he slams the phone done on it's cradle and swings into the BtD parking lot slaming on his brakes he keys off the car and moves into the abyss briefly looking for anyothers who might be looking for him, sliding out of the abyss into the bar looking for Harmononia*She's gotta be here.: *will be sitting by the bar, talking with a NPC Wesker*: *spoting her at the bar with someone he's never seen before*Har not to inturpt but I really need to speak with you*his accent slightly muddles his words as he speaks in a hurried fashion*I gotta mke it quick though: ((hello?anyone left?)): (bah,dont, have the time to wait,just send yuir responce to me message box)*taking a stool he looks her dead in the eyes*Please tell who are the peoplewho've stopped in looking for me, anyone who may have questioned you or you over heard someone else's conversations.: *looks at him and shrugs* Usually it is: *laughs slightly at him and smiles* Sometimes it's dead, other times it isn't.: ((kk, night)): ((*pokes around for Caine*)): ((Up for an rp then Caine?)): ((You want to post first?)): *sliding into the BtD as the sun sets and he's just gotten of his first shift of work, he walks over to the bar*Hey Har, how ye doin' lass?: *looks at him and smiles* Doing good, what about you?: As well as could be expected with the recent events surrounding my unlife.Can I get me usual?*as his normal custom he slides two twenties on to the bar*An' no tellin' me the first one's free: *nods and gets Caine his usual drink* There ya go, ok then. Have it your way ((*kicks her comp* behave darn it)): *hearing the doors open he turns on his stool to see who has entered,his right hand slipping into his trench and around the grip of his beretta*Thanks lass(*hands her a rubber chicken*Beat it with this if it still acts up): *Looks at Donovan as he enters the bar and smiles at him lightly.* Hello, what can I get ya?: *smiles a little* Whatever ya need. We serve everyone here.: back to face the bar he looks at Har and nods as to give a signal, then sips on his glass a little*: *she sees the signal out of the corner of her eyes but keeps her eyes on Donovan.* What's your posion? *to cain* ~I'll keep an eye on him~: *nods again not possesing telepathy and continuse to sip from his glass*: *she'll get him the drink and smile at him* Seems this is my week for people questioning me about my patrons. But go ahead and ask away: *perks and eyebrow at this. She takes the card and looks at it then back at him* Oh really? May I inquire as to why?: I don't see why his life would be in danger: *eys narrowing at the sound of this guys name he takes a large drink that empties his glass and placing yet another 20 on the bar signals for a refill, not wishing to open his mouth just yet.: *she'll move to refill Caine's glass and hand it to him* There ya go. *looks back at Donovan*: *she nods and thinks for a moment* Well I haven't seen him around for quite some time now: Call me Harmonia. The last time I saw Mr. Lupas was about 1 month ago: *sliding his hand off of his berette he places it back on the bartop smiling,and again nodding thanks to Harmonia*: *she nods* This is my bar and he used to frequent here twice a week. But as of late I have not seen him.: *growls deeply*The nerve of those Camarilla fucks*tosses back his drink*Har canna get another refill?: *nods as he leaves* Will do sir: *looks over at Caine and nods. She refills it and looks at him* So I take it this is only going to get worse?: *taking a big gulp and setting his glass down rather hard out of anger* It's lookin that way lass, an' it's lookin' like it'll soon be time for me to move on the another city. Them bastards from the Cam are what got me to leave Chicago, and Denver, and New York,and any other city save the first one I left,New Mexico, where my ex-pack mates were based.: *perks a brow at him and places her hand on his lightly* You think I am going to let them boss you around? Believe me I will not allow them to harm you.: ((*pokes everyone*Hey you come just to sit an' lurk?))They canna touch what t hey canna Har. I appreciate yuir concern an' help but I canna bring trouble to yuir place of busniess: *looks at him and bids* It's up to you. I've always had some sort of trouble here so it would be nothing different: Ye may think so babe but if shite did go down in here or near here noes would be left standind to say the least*finishes of his glass*An' thats's just something I just canna bring me self todo.: I know, you have to do what you think is right: *smiles patting the back of her hand with his free one*Aye that I do, las ,that I do. Unless....: *walks into before the dawn. He doesn’t looks so good, but for once it’s because of lack of alcohol, not to much. It’s turning into a rough first couple days of sobriety. He walks over and sits at the bar, clearly with a headache as he does. He wouldn’t have stopped here, but he had to stop somewhere. He’d been walking for a while as a way to not think about drinking, and he had to stop somewhere. This probably wasn’t the best choice, but it was the one he made*: *looks at Jaylinn and smiles* Looks like hell ran you over twice. *looks back at Caine* And that unless is?: Pretty much…you have any thing to drink of the non-fermented variety? *rubs his temples as he groans a bit* I need something; my mouth just feels very dry.: *nods to Jaylin*I'm ganna 'ave to agree with Lady Har here.Ye look like ye've been drug through a Ragnarook battle feild*looks back to Harmonia*Unless I can masters my powers over the Abyss an' take 'em all out at once. But hat's could take time I donna have: ((*that's Ragnarock): *looks at Jaylin and smiles, getting him a drink. She smiles at him* Try and relax, it helps. *looks at Cain* You need time to practice then? Then what are ya doing here? You should be training: *smiles*Aye that I should be but the best time for me to do so is when the streets are totally empty.Saddly enough my wasfare traning was complete urban. An' Los Angeles is not quite the city for that.: *he takes the drink and sips on it* At least supposedly I’m told I should fell better after long enough. Just wish I knew how long that was.: *looks at Jaylin* Soberity is a long hard road. You'll be fine. *looks at Caine* You could use some of the alleys: I know I could but I have a feeling when it comes down to it we'll be in a rather large open and populated area.*look at Jaylin*A long hard road it will be lad but ye'll feel better at the end.: (*pulls in Seiko*Rp Rp RP): ((I have to go, have to go to play practice)): I’ve been told that to. It’s just…hard to imagine that right now *flinches from the headache as he takes another sip of the drink* I just have to really pray that this isn’t some massive lie that everyone is telling me and trust people, despite the fact it seems impossible for what their saying to be true.: (sitting i nthe BtD shotting the shit): (k Har ttyl have fun): *Steps into the bar quietly and heads right for the bar.. her pace slow as her eyes scan over the few patrons sitting around the place, her hands shoved into the pockets of her baggy parachute jeans.. a black silk work-tshirt unbuttoned and hanging off her top loosly though under it a tight white tank.. she slips onto one of the stores and orders herself a beer*..: *nods to Seiko as she takes up a stool*Evening lass*looking back at Jaylin*It'll seem that way for the first few weeks,which will seem like forever,but ye'll make it through: Yeah, probably, and a few weeks is nothing. A few years of feeling like I’m dying I might mind…well…maybe a couple decades I would mind. But a few weeks I can handle, and hopefully it’ll be a little easier after that.: *looks over to the man who greets him, giving him a smile though studying him a moment, nodding to him* Hello.. *her eyes flicker to the bar tender then when he/she gives her the beer, lifting it to her lips and taking a small mouthful of it*..: It will. All yuir gonna have to do is resist the urge to drink.: Well, resisting has never been something I’ve all that skilled at, but I’ve decided to correct that *grins slightly as he takes another drink from his glass* And the non-alcoholic drinks aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be.: *turning to Seiko an' back to Jaylin he slides four twenties on the bar* No their not, This is for ye two I've got some business to get to so have fun*slips of the barstool an' heads for the door, but rather he opens a wide portal of abyss leaving the BtD*: *leans into the bar a little, her eyes turning to the two closest people to her, Caine and Jaylin.. watching them for a moment or two before going back to her drunk, kind of unintentionally listening in*: (*looks around* everyone leave?): (*tackles tevesh and offers skittles, just for fun*): (*waves*): (*ish destroyed with world?*): (*missed the waving! waves both hands for the joy of it. goes to adjust screen brightness*) Tevesh opens his eyes. It's been a long sleep, bad nightmares.. Daymares? Titles really don't matter. He shakes his head, sleep clouding his mind. Unsure of where he is, and what to think, he looks around.. He coughs, blood spraying onto his hands. He wipes it on his pants, and calls out.. "Hello?" Just to see who's around, to find someone he knows...: (x.X sorry too dark?): (no, no, don`t worry. was my screen. hubby must have played with it): (Alrighty): *she`s been up a while, driven to wakefulness by the all-consuming thirst in her body. There`s a faint tremor to her entire form, but it is just that, faint. Her eyes, fully dialated, snap back into focus at the sound of his voice. There`s a new gleam to her greenish eyes; they`re tormented by madness now. She`s been climbing the network of cobwebbing her mind, admiring and exploring and completely forgetting about who and what she was. But his voice, his voice, brings her crashing back to her dark apartment. She turns and makes her way swiftly to his side, where he collapsed the night before into an overstuffed chair. She kneels there and touches his knee* Tevesh? Tevesh, it`s Cecile. Are you okay? *such a futile question, but a habitual one* Tevesh nods slowly.. He gets up, wobbly.. He knows the girl.. Suddenly it all comes a-crashin' down, and he remembers.. He strains to push it out of his mind, but it stays.. He places a hand on Cecile's shoulder, and leans in close.. "Did it really happen, Missus?": *she stands, not terribly steady herself. She fights to keep the prevailing theme of thirst from her every thought, from consuming her and nods; she`s glassy-eyed, but remains as focused as possible on him* Yes, my darling, it did. And I`m sorry for it, all of it ... *and her voice breaks, and the thick red tears streak down her pallid cheeks, and she hides her face behind lank black hair* I`m sorry I hurt you ... Tevesh shakes his head. "Stop. Not your fault. Neither of ours. Things go as they must.." Tevesh starts to regain a semblance of his former personality. The last few days have been a hard time for Tevesh, his mind's been broken and shattered and reformed so many times it's unfathomable, the Web has thrummed so violently in his mind it's caused many cracks.. But he doesn't regret it. Not at all.. And since their minds' are connected, he knows she can tell that he doesn't regret a second of it.. She Sees, and he wants her to See.. He wants to be with someone too, he wants to feel.. And he is.. So now he just watches Cecile.. Not taking his wonderful eyes off of hers.: *she closes her eyes, and relaxes her thoughts into his, soaking up his feelings, and knowing he has no regrets helps her tremendously; a healing balm on the wound of her crushing guilt, soothing it, if not healing it completely. She turns her eyes to his, locking her shimmering gaze with his, taking both his hands and pulling him gently closer to her* Thank you for your Gift, Tevesh. Though I can`t make sense of anything but you, I can hardly see past the red haze and hear past the pounding rythym in my skull, thank you for it. Tevesh smiles.. Then he grabs Cecile's hand and speaks softly.. "Thank you for helping me too, Cecile.." And he sighs, with his mind, he just lets it all slide.. The Web, the Experience, everything.. He just lets it all go.. And he relaxes. His mind is at peace, for once.. The Madness still infects him, but he feels better.. And he watches Cecile. "How are you?": *she murmurs something unintelligable as his calmness radiates to her; so odd, so strange to be so close, to know he would be there, even if they were be seperated in the flesh. She`s heavily distracted for a moment by the soothing he radiates, but at the end, the hunger scours at her viens* Hungry, tired and weak and starved. *she shivers softly, her fingers curled almost oppressively around his; as the words leave her mouth, eyes glaze and dilate instantaneously, the cunsumpsion back in full force* Tevesh nods.. He doesn't get hungry anymore. He doesn't feed like most vampires.. And then Tev speaks again, still soft.. "Shall we feed then? I must show you then, yes..": *bleary eyes seem to answer for her, as she can`t seem to find her physical voice; the need is evident, and that is enough. She manages a nod, just to be sure* Tevesh takes her hand, and dusts himself off.. He then pulls her out of the room, not even sure if they're presentable.. Then he laughs and runs down the hallway, just for fun. He pulls her outside and then walks into an alley.: *she gives a startled shriek as they bolt down the hallway; laughter gurgles through her vocal cords, bringing fresh competency to her. She`s never done anything like this before, things so spontaneous. She keeps herself close to Tevesh, her mind flooding with joy and anticipation and excitement and horrible, deadly, lucious lust* Tevesh grins.. "Smell that? Feel that? Can't you feel them? The Kine? Humans.. They don't even know we're here.. It's almost worthy of my pity.." Tevesh grabs her hand again, and then he peers at Cecile.. "Don't feel remorse for them, Missus. Not at all.. Find one now.. Which one do you like?" He points out of the alley to the streets full of people.. Then he leans in closer and licks her throat.. Momentarily going back into the shadows.: *she`s enthralled, absolutely enthralled; her desire for kine blood and for his touch comingle and turn her mind into a seething pot of lust. She trembles visibly as his tongue - his tongue! - touches her skin, her skin in that spot of spots. She feels him receed into the shadows behind her, and she moves to the alleyway entrance. Her eyes, keen and intent and mesmerizingly bright, seek the eyes of one of the passersby. A man, older, mid-fourties. Greying hair, green eyes, much like her own. In her mind and in Tev`s, an image of her father flashes. Bitterness and hatred come with it, but they fade quickly as her target catches her gaze. She holds his, and coaxes him with soft words towards her. Once close enough, she grabs him roughly; there is no kindess in her hunger tonight. Grabbing his hair, she yanks his head to the side, and sinks her predatory fangs deep into his throat. As the first spurt of life-giving heat scalds its way down her throat, she sinks to her knees, the tiniest of moans escaping her as she clings to her captive, drinking of him deeply* Tevesh watches, he doesn't react to the smell of blood at all. His mind is clear of hunger, even though he's almost weak from days without eating. Tevesh grins as she moans, and walks slowly up to her. He places a hand on the small of her back as she feasts, and whispers.. "Feed." And he watches.: *at his touch, her ecstacy zapps through him, and she finds herself slowing; slowing her drinking until it`s almost casual, in order to savor it; but even as this one draws near its close, she can feel the thirst`s humming persistence still in the back of her mind. But for now, for now she is okay. As the man dies, she pushes him away, staying knelt on the alley floor for some time, absorbing the feel, the heat, the life. And there is no remorse, no guilt, no mortal coil as she expected. Just ... a strage, red-hazed peace* Tevesh smiles slightly.. And grabs her hand.. "How do you feel, dear?": *she stands and turns to him, resting her hand against his cheek. There is a new intensity in her eyes suddenly, the drive for life and existence and knowledge. The Web`s presence is almost a comfort, something she needs now, to feel whole. She stares at him a long moment before leaning in to rest her lips against his; a gentle, subtle kiss* Better than I ever did as a human. *she tilts her head at him, curious* Did you ever consider doing that to me? *she waves dismissively to the corpse behind her* Tevesh kisses her back, softly.. And then he shakes his head. "I don't feed often.. Not at all. And I never considered you... No reason to. I had a hunch." And then he grabs her hand and watches her.. Gauging how she reacts to the feeding.: *her lids grow heavy for a moment, and a languidness comes over her as the blood settles into its course. She doens`t think much of the feeding, other than it felt wonderful, and made her feel physically improved ... her mind wanders instead to the inside of her body. Curiosity at what`s going on inside; what`s left, what`s deteriorating. She lowers her hand from his face and rests it on her low abdomen, wondering with fury now if she`s become sterile. Children, she always wanted those, someday ... and her emotions, in such constant flux, crash down into a heavy sadness, a sadness at what she might have lost. Even as, looking at Tevesh, she can never imagine being parted from him now, knowing what she feels for him must be something akin to love if not love itself. Sadness and joy at once, at such intensities, and she whimpers softly, her mind starting buzz, the Web pushing at her with force suddenly; she drops his hand* Tevesh cocks his head to the left, slightly.. He feels her sadness, hears her thoughts.. The Web buzzes in his mind, but not too heavily. He's healing himself, shutting himself out of the Web for a while.. Tevesh, though quite old and not used to the emotions of a Human anymore, thinks he feels 'Love' for this woman.. And he grabs her hand again.. He can't express much in words at the moment, and all he does is stare at her.. Eyes connected with hers..: *her feelings are maddenling out of control; fluxing from great joy to horrible depression all in the matter of minutes. But he`s there. Still there and looking at her. Her breathing quickens just slightly as his hand connects with hers; she moves in close to him and takes him into her arms, settling her head against his shoulder, her breath, warmed with the recent blood, dancing across his neck. Eyes close and she smooths her mind enough that she is concious, for the most part, of only him, though the Web is a dull thud always at the back of her mind. She has no words for him now, not right now, wanting just to have him, be close, and cherish their connection*