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[09-00:11] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((*checks the pic*))
[09-00:16] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((again))
[09-00:17] a25, *Jihan Aloula 
: (((*waves to sam*))
[09-00:18] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((*waves back, and checks another pic at the same time* *is that good*))
[09-00:21] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((man, did i find a good site!))
[09-00:22] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((weee...*photo parade*))
[09-00:25] a25, *Jihan Aloula : o/
[09-00:25] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((oooh, gotta go rinse the pink out of my roomie's hair...night hon!))
[09-00:26] a25, *Jihan Aloula : later!
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[09-00:50] 09c, *Celeste McCoh : *presses play and moves out to the back of the stage waiting for Jihan to finish her spot*
[09-00:57] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *stretches waking form his slumber and looks around the room*What no one around?pfft asses
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[09-01:02] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *pokes*Who ish you?
[09-01:03] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: *mewls as shes ooc*
[09-01:05] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: *wants someone to play with because she fucking boooored*
[09-01:07] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *ish ooc as well*I'm up for rp and is bored to. Just can't decide on who to play.
[09-01:08] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: hmm as long as its male I don't care who you play
[09-01:09] 09c, *Caine Lupas: asd long as it's male???That leave me three options.
[09-01:10] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: ^^
[09-01:10] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *poofs*brb
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[09-01:12] 09c, *Alton Wraith: (so pick a place to start)
[09-01:13] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: (er, BtD ..... you start it )
[09-01:19] 09c, *Alton Wraith: *still fuming above his Harley from eariler he strolls in to the BtD duster billowing behind him it being buttoned at the waist.Not looking to see if anyone else is in the room he moves to the bar and orders a doubble Whiskey slpash of blood*
[09-01:20] 09c, *Alton Wraith: (*about)
[09-01:22] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: *she wasn't too far behind him, though lacking in anger she is quick to enter, long bare legs but for a thigh high shirt carrying her swiftly. She sits at the bar, crossing those boot clad legs and orders a double vodka martini, regular, amber hazel eyes casting upon Alton for a moment.*
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[09-01:29] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: (*mauls moth*)
[09-01:29] 09c, *Alton Wraith: *smiling in a quick glance at Phoenix he sips from his drink a little*So you new in here, or am I new to you?*knows people are in and out of the bars and clubs around hereso just decided to ask*
[09-01:30] c80, ºmoth: *Mauled.*
[09-01:30] c80, ºmoth: *Mauled.*
[09-01:31] c80, •Victor Cross 
: (*..seeing as he hasn't played this character in ages, tests to make sure his image still works.*)
[09-01:32] c80, •Victor Cross : (*..seeing as he hasn't played this character in ages, tests to make sure his image still works.*)
[09-01:32] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: *she gives a smile back, rubbing the slightly tanned skin at her neck, where a small tattoo resides.* New here.* she says, voice gentle, silky*
[09-01:32] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: (it don't)
[09-01:32] c80, •Victor Cross : (Image test.)
[09-01:36] 09c, *Alton Wraith: (Vin nice. *Slips in NPC briefly*brb)
[09-01:37] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: (*waits*)
[09-01:37] c80, •Sebastian Rayne 
: (*test*)
[09-01:38] c80, •Sebastian Rayne : (*image test*)
[09-01:40] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: (watches pics, gropes if she likes*)
[09-01:43] c80, ºJuden Sores: (*shows off his last image, though you've already seen it.*)
[09-01:45] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: *ooos ahhs*)
[09-01:51] c80, ºmoth: *Wanders off to bed.*
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[09-02:10] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: (*is alone*)
[09-02:21] f77, Phoenix Brimstone: *heads off to bed........ le sigh*
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[09-04:19] 09c, *Alton Wraith : Gaaaaghhh everyone is gone*bows his head*I hate important phone calls sometimes*stomps off to rel time*
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[09-12:01] cc3, *Celeste McCoh : (porfile test)
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[09-18:53] d8f, *Saven Rahyn: *blargs ooc and sees no one around*
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[09-18:55] d8f, *Saven Rahyn: *waves and leaves*
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[09-18:57] 3a0, Gerald Tarrant-Rothman: (Now here we go!)
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[09-19:01] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: (*flits*)
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[09-19:07] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman 
: *he sits in his terribly posh Manhattan home, somewhere deep inside the dozen-roomed mansion, reading in one of two personal libraries. He leans hunched over a desk, scribbling this note or that from a book he`s studying as research for his own work. He chews habitually on his cheek, clad in tee-shirt and jeans. It`s odd that he`s chosen such a subject for his fictional work; vampires and werewolves. It`s odd that he`s been thinking so much about Lucreccia. It`s been nearly two decades. He wonders if she`s in town. He always gets "The Vibe" when she`s around; their bond has never quite disappeared. Though she never comes to visit, he catches glimpses of her unmistakable form and wild red hair docking into alleys or sliding into shops whenever he gets The Vibe. Here it is buzzing around his conciousness; not something clearly noticable, but nagging nonetheless. Pausing, he leans back in his large leather chair, drifting into the past*
[09-19:11] 9b9, ºEnvy: *slithers IC
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[09-19:13] 9b9, ºLucien: *he stands in front of the door, a crinkled piece of paper in his hand.... very crinkled, as he's taken it out, looked at it, and waded it back up in his pocket several times. He stands there for quite a while before he finally knocks*
[09-19:19] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : *nice house, and he`s his only help except when he goes out of town. He may live in luxury, but there`s something unethical to him about hiring someone to clean it for him. It usually takes him all of a Sunday to do it. As the knock issues, he stands. Luckily, this particular library is near the front of the house. He can`t imagine who it might be. Rubbing graphite-dusted palms on his jeans, he makes a quick jog of it to the door before the person decides to leave. He opens the door with a good-natured smile to see ... to see a red-haired, green-eyed boy standing at his door. He doesn`t at first allow himself to believe it, and says, his voice perhaps betraying him* Can I help you? *as if he doesn`t know who the boy is*
[09-19:22] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : *nice house, and he`s his only help except when he goes out of town. He may live in luxury, but there`s something unethical to him about hiring someone to clean it for him. It usually takes him all of a Sunday to do it. As the knock issues, he stands. Luckily, this particular library is near the front of the house. He can`t imagine who it might be. Rubbing graphite-dusted palms on his jeans, he makes a quick jog of it to the door before the person decides to leave. He opens the door with a good-natured smile to see ... to see a dark-haired, green-eyed - those green eyes! - boy standing at his door. He doesn`t at first allow himself to believe it, and says, his voice perhaps betraying him* Can I help you? *as if he doesn`t know who the boy is*
[09-19:24] 9b9, ºLucien: *those green eyes widen a bit when the door opens. He hadn't expected it to... hadn't wanted it too, but it did. His mouth opens, but then he realizes that there just is no right thing to say, so he closes it again... standing there dumbly*
[09-19:27] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : *before he knows it, there are tears on his cheeks; a hand is on his mouth, which is smiling with shock and an overwhelming feeling of love and surprise* Lucien ... Oh, my God ... I never expected you to show up here. I didn`t know if your Mum would ... *and his accent is mysterious; European, but depending on his length of stay in the States, it could be from any country. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a dusky complection hint at Spanish origins*
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[09-19:29] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : (hey squirrelly! *hugs*)
[09-19:29] e20, *Squirrel: Hey...Envy? *Hugs back*
[09-19:30] 9b9, ºLucien : (*is Envy... but has huggles for Squirrel, too*)
[09-19:31] 9b9, ºLucien : *just stands there, his knees starting to shake a little* I uh... just... *still at a total flatline on what to say.*
[09-19:31] e20, *Squirrel: Ah, Cecile then, heh *Hugs both then* Don't mind me, just kinda depressed. Having the feeling I want to RP, but who and what...just don't know.
[09-19:33] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : (*has many characters and would love to rp with you! give specs, and will bring one right in!*)
[09-19:33] 9b9, ºLucien : ((well, I can double up if you come to a choice, pumpkin))
[09-19:37] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : Come on. Come in. You look like you need a drink and a smoke and a few minutes to think. I`m so glad to see you, and I know you`ve got a shitload of crap to ask me. Come in, please. *he steps to the side, holding the door, motioning for him to come in. He wants to hug him, but isn`t sure how he would do for physical contact. Gerald is a tall man; taller even than Lucreccia, by two inches or so, and he`s thick in the shoulders and narrow in the waist. Obviously, he takes care of himself, as well as Luc does herself*
[09-19:40] 9b9, ºLucien : *and he does. The boy is tall as well, though a little on the 'thin and pretty' side. He has nothing of a warrior in him, although he walks with confidence, which is quite a feat considering how nervous he is.*
[09-19:41] e20, *Squirrel: Nah...I'll just get Vice City fired up. That always seems to cheer me up heh heh
[09-19:41] 9b9, ºLucien : ((aww, I'm sorry that you're bummed, sweet pea *kisses*))
[09-19:44] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : *he leads him to a sitting room off the main entrance; it totally doesn`t fit the rest of the decor. The two couches are leather but beaten and worn, with holes and thin patches. A hand-carved coffee table that looks to have been made of plywood thirty years ago accents it, and there are a half-dozen empty beer bottles and a half-empty decanter of some seethingly dark port to accent it. He motions Lucien to have a seat while he pours the boy a glass of the Portugese concoction, another hint to his origins, glancing over his shoulder at him, amazed at the sight. He can see Lucreccia in him; fine structure of the face, the way he walks, the air of confidence. But the rest of him is his father; hair, bodily structure, curve of the lips. Gerald himself was a thin whispy thing in his true youth. Handing Lucien the glass, he sits on whichever couch his son does not occupy, and waits, trying his hardest not to stare*
[09-19:47] 9b9, ºLucien : *the glass which he politely puts on the coffee table. A true wine snob, politely declining a foriegn drink without even thinking about it. It's just a habit. His pretty eyes are constantly moving around the room, until they've looked at everything and have no choice but to fall on the man. When he does so, he sits, still yet to say anything
[09-19:51] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : Your mom and I split up, you know, before I knew about you. We split up because her calling and life didn`t make room for me; couldn`t, and never would. I loved her, I love her still ... but I wasn`t going to be a man left waiting for the one thing I couldn`t have to myself. I was unwilling to share her with her destiny. *there is no ring on his finger, though one dangles from his neck; a clearly feminine thing. Maybe they`ll get around to that at some point. He throws his arms over the back of the couch, kicking his booted feet up on the old, dirty table, crossing his ankles. He figures if there`s nothing Lucien can say to him yet, he`ll say all he thinks the boy would like to know*
[09-19:52] 9b9, ºLucien : I don't care... *the first words trickle out, soft and small as his head shakes just a bit*
[09-19:57] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : You do, or you wouldn`t be here. Maybe you don`t care about how it happened, or even why ... but you do care about something, Lucien. Even if the only reason you came here was to barrade me with ... well, with whatever it is you came here for, you care enough about it to have made the trip. Last I knew you were in Italy with your Gran Lucci. That`s a long trip, to California. There is a reason, and you care about that reason. *he shrugs and picks up his son`s clearly discarded glass of port, taking half of it back. His tone is mellow; there`s no anger or intensity. It`s just his theory*
[09-20:00] 9b9, ºLucien : She thought the same thing, you know... that I wanted to know about the two of you. I don't care why you split. Parents split all the time.
[09-20:05] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : *he nods again, taking another thoughtful sip; his eyes are somewhat dialated as he looks off toward the entrance hall* It`s a common assumption because many children do wonder. Even as adults. If you don`t care, Luc, why`d you come here? Just to compare faces? *if the question itself is a bit harsh, the tone is not. If anything, it`s accepting and has the thread of understanding. He can`t judge the son he doesn`t know; though a part of him is hurt that he`s so uninterested in knowing the story; makes him wonder if he`s even interested in persuing a relationship*
[09-20:11] 9b9, ºLucien : *the no-bullshit kind of kid that he is, he stands from the couch. Very mellow the whole time, straight faced* I guess I don't know what I expected. And my name is Lucien. *he just figures that they had reasons, personal reasons. he understood parents not staying together, but parents that seem so uninterested in their child is something that he doesn't understand.*
[09-20:13] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : *he stares at him as he stands; he does the same, setting his glass down with something a harsh clink* Sit down, please. I haven`t heard a thing about you, and I still owe you a smoke. Did you get my letters?
[09-20:16] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : *he watches Lucien stand; how interesting that he`s managed to done something to offend the boy already. Figures. His mom was always a bit touchy, too. He shrugs again* So you`re going to leave that soon? I`d like to hear about what you`ve been doing the last eightteen years, should you feel inclined to tell me. And as for your name, I appologize. I suppose I would have known that, had I ever come to visit you. But there were reasons that don`t interest you there, too. Please, sit. I still owe you a smoke.
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[09-20:19] 9b9, ºLucien : *after a brief hesitation, he does sit back down, his lovely lips slightly curved downward* I'm just tired of excuses. I never asked for them.
[09-20:23] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : ((They`re not excuses. If we wanted to give you excuses, we would have placated you with lies when you were six and wondering where the hell we were all the time. And don`t tell me you didn`t wonder; you were a lonely, pretty much abandoned kid. I`m sure you were curious at one time, even if you aren`t now. *he leans over the table to pour another glass of port, fishing smokes and a lighter from his left pocket to slide to him* I don`t know what your mom has told you ... or I suspect, tried to tell you. I`m sure she just recently decided she was able to talk to you. Her life is one of secrecy, and it tends to carry over into the mundane, ordinary things like what she had for breakfast. Anyway, Lucien, all I can say is that I`m glad you`re here. Very glad.))
[09-20:26] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : (((*wonders where the ooc captions came from ...*)))
[09-20:28] 9b9, ºLucien : *just sits there, every word feeling like an attack, one that he doesn't feel he deserves. A little muscle in his jaw twitches* Actually, I had a great childhood. I didn't even think anything about my life was strange until it was pointed out to me. I'm telling you, I don't care. I just wanted to meet, you ok? *he ignores the cigarettes*
[09-20:34] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : ((*again, a shrug. If he seems indifferent, it`s only because he has no desire to try and change his son`s views, and is actually finding the boy to be something of an oddity. He was expecting the whole teenage angst routine, not this ... adult in a boy`s flesh. He chews on a mouthful of creamy dark liquid for a long moment before speaking* Great. I`m glad you came by. You`ve got a place to crash if you want it while you`re in town. Could show you a lot of great places, depending on what you`re interested in. What are you interested in? Who are ... you, Lucien?))
[09-20:34] 9b9, ºLucien : ((why do you keep OOCing? are you on drugs? can I see your pupils?))
[09-20:36] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : (((i`m not though! I`m not! I`m not doing the damned captions! The keyboard is possessed.)))
[09-20:36] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : ((*))
[09-20:36] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : ((See!))
[09-20:36] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman : ((I`m not doing it!))
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[09-20:37] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: test
[09-20:41] 9b9, ºLucien : I like science. *after it slips out, he mentally winces. What a lame thing to say, but this guy seems to not need another person for a conversation, so may as well let him run with that for a bit*
[09-20:43] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: *nods* What kind of science? *he eases back and continues to take little sip every so once in a while*
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[09-20:46] 9b9, ºLucien : All science. One kind is pretty useless without another.
[09-20:50] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: *this kid really seems to be in a shitty mood, or maybe he is the silent type; he can`t help but smile slightly as he thinks of Lucreccia. If Lucien only recognized how much he is like his mother. He stuffs his hands in his pockets; almost something of a dismissal as he shrugs* If you`re interested, we could go and check out the Marina del Mar aquarium sometime next week. Place is always a fucking mad house on weekends. Largest one in the world of its kind, I believe.
[09-20:53] 9b9, ºLucien : I heard one of the dolphins was going to give birth soon. I... *then he trails off. He's really just nervous... although he is usually pretty quiet* Why didn't you ever come see me?
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[09-20:57] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: *his smile broadens; see, there`s the curiosity. He knew it was in there* I didn`t know how your mother would take it. She and I haven`t really spoken at all, except for when I called to talk to you on birthdays and she picked up the phone instead of your Grandmother. She always offered for me to, don`t get me wrong. But at the same time ... *he shrugged* I had my own life, Lucien. I wasn`t aware you were alive until you were born, and then only because your Mother`s honour won out over her desire to keep me out of the loop. I hurt her, I don`t blame her. But as you got older, she wanted you to know me. I decided I didn`t want to interrupt whatever kind of childhood you were having, so I wrote to you, constantly. Once a week at least I sent letters off to you. I can tell you never got them. *he pauses, glancing out the front window, watching a fine, misty rain splatter across the glass* I figured if you hadn`t written back, it was either that or a decision on your part not to bother with it.
[09-20:57] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: (*hugs and tackles*)
[09-20:59] 9b9, ºLucien : *there's that little muscle again, twitching, his eyes smouldering, though they're looking at his own lap. He doesn't say anything, but the answer was obviously not what he wanted to hear*
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[09-21:03] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: Ah ... you do care. *he moves to from his couch to Lucien`s; he sits next to him; not too close, but close enough* Not a valid reason in your book? I won`t appologize for it, just like your mother won`t make excuses for the life she was born into. On her part, Lucien, in her defense, she didn`t have a choice. As for me ... sure, I had the choice. I chose. Maybe wrong, but you seem to be quite a fine young man. *the implication being, you turned out all right without me. He know`s it`s petty and that it`ll probably hurt, but it`s how he feels. In that statement, he probably reveals more about himself than in anything else so far*
[09-21:03] c80, ºmoth: *tackled and hugged*
[09-21:04] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: (how be you?)
[09-21:06] c80, ºmoth: I'm good. You?
[09-21:06] 9b9, ºLucien : (*licks Mothy's nose*)
[09-21:06] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: (Super-dooper! Tks for asking!))
[09-21:11] 9b9, ºLucien : I said that I didn't care what went on between the two of you. I never meant to imply that I don't think the complete disinterest that you two showed in me is totally bogus. You can sit there and keep talking and it's not going to make any difference. You both act like I'm hurt or angry with you, but I'm not. I have better things to do.
[09-21:15] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: *he stares mutely at his son for a long moment, before laughing faintly and standing again. One to pace, he is* You have thousands of letters waiting for you. Your mother ... your mother wanted nothing more than to be there for you always, do you know that? Did you ever think to stop and think outside what you saw, and actually try and figure out the reasons behind them? You call them excuses. That`s funny. I don`t care what you think of me, Lucien, I don`t. I`ve never given a shit about anyone else`s opinion, at the end of the day. I`ve already spoken for myself, but it`s clear you never spoke to your mother. Do you even really understand what she is, why she wasn`t there? If it wasn`t for her and her kind ... YOUR kind ... *his tone is never overly loud, but it`s impassioned. He stops, and makes a helpless gesture with his hands* You know what, you talk about it with her. We were never disinterested in you, and it`s very arrogant of you to think so. It`s also very irresponsable of you for not wanting to know, especially on her behalf. That`s childish.
[09-21:21] 9b9, ºLucien : *wondered how long it would take for the insults to come. He honestly had never been angry at either of them. Confused, sure. Any little demons that he'd built up are pretty much gone when he realized what a great life he'd had without them. And he's still not angry, this man was just a man, not family. Of course, the kind of guy he is, he just stands up again and goes for the door, not hesitating like last time.* Well, I think I got what I came for.
[09-21:25] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: *he sighs and shrugs. Fine. It was shitty to say, but it`s how he sees it. How arrogant to think that they were disinterested in him; how arrogant for him to think that! And he is somewhat angry, but he swallows it, and says* So you`re going to pass judgement in the span of fifteen minutes?
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[09-21:28] 9b9, ºLucien : *turns around and sticks his hands in his pockets, then shrugs* No. I've had 18 years to think about it.
[09-21:30] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: Eightteen years to base your opinions off of what your Gran tells you and what you think your mother and I based our actions on. But because you don`t care for an explanation, what are we supposed to do? You claim we were disinterested; that`s not the case. You won`t give us the chance to explain it otherwise, so I suppose we`ll just have to let you live your life assuming about us. If you`re okay with that, then fine. I`d still like to take you to the Marina.
[09-21:33] 9b9, ºLucien : *smirks a little, one of those irritating ones that only adolescents can pull off* You're being awfully defensive for somebody that's so secure in their decisions.
[09-21:38] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: I`m defensive for your mother. She`s not here to hear this, and I`m damned sure you haven`t spoken to her about any of this. You`re both alike; quiet, brooding. I am secure in the choices I made, Lucien. Your mother is another story. She didn`t have the choices that I did. I like how you avoided my question a while ago. If you really understood what she is and what she does; for you, for the rest of humanity. You obviously don`t, or you wouldn`t claim that she`s disinerested in you, or was when you were a child.
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[09-21:40] a25, *Cookie Monster: *waves to all*
[09-21:41] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *beats cookie while ooc*
[09-21:42] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: (*waves to cookie, to saven, lathers kisses on both, pulls saven into Jason and digs up Lucy!*
[09-21:42] a25, *Cookie Monster: ((*lovingly sucker punches Saven*))
[09-21:42] 9b9, ºLucien : I know that my mother is imporant. I just don't think that either of you have the right to land this on me all of a sudden and... *just sighs. Sarcasm, he can do... this kind of thing, not so much. he just doesn't have the energy* I understand, but it doesn't make it any easier. Especially since it didn't even bother me until a few weeks ago.
[09-21:43] f77, *Saven Rahyn: (ooos and does so. throws cookie off a bridge*)
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[09-21:45] f77, *Jason Alexander: (*waits for Lucy to start herself........ :P*)
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[09-21:47] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux: (you start, please?)
[09-21:48] f77, *Jason Alexander: okay *would do anything for you*)
[09-21:49] Wesker waltzes around in the moon light
[09-21:50] f77, *Jason Alexander: *He stands at the corner near the BtD, his back leaning against the building, near one of the darker alleys, icey blue eyes watching, arms crossed over his slim chest*
[09-21:52] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: We didn`t mean to hurt you; we both did what we thought was right. I know it must suck; even if your childhood was great, to not have at least one of us around. Maybe we can start now. Doesn`t make up for eightteen years, but ... it`s what we have to offer you.
[09-21:55] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux: *she comes clicking down the sidewalk; in fact, walking right past Jason, as he is obscured by darkness and she`s human, easily distracted by things like noises from the street. She pulls long fingers through dark hair; clad in a black tank and pair of jeans. She`s come to appreciate, in this short time, California Casual*
[09-21:55] 9b9, ºLucien : That's all that I wanted to hear in the first place...*laughs sadly, sort of sadly. He's in his neutral mode, where he doesn't seem to get upset or excited*
[09-22:00] f77, *Jason Alexander: *He spots Lucy, and with a mean grin, she slowly walks behind her, his shoes silent as he wills them, eyes glinting. she wouldn't even notice the pale being gaining behind her.*
[09-22:01] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: *he hooks a thumb toward the door* You hungry? I know this great place with fried calamari, right on the water. A little gloomy right now, but it`s still a great view.
[09-22:03] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux: *she stops for a moment to light a cigarette, muffling a yawn. Still on East Coast time; it`s already early in the morning for her, but she`s got to get used to it here. She watches as people come in and out of the BtD, finding it interesting that no one mills about the front door, chatting after drinks. But, if she knew that most of the patrons were Undead, she might understand why they don`t*
[09-22:05] 9b9, ºLucien : I'm allergic to sea food. *something he hasn't had to tell anyone for quite some time.* Water animals tend to make my throat swell shut.
[09-22:06] f77, *Jason Alexander: *he comes up on her just after shes puffed out the smoke, then grabs her from behind, placing his hand over her mouth, for a slim guy, hes strong, but then hes a vampire.*
[09-22:07] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: Ahh. Well. *he considers. He`s all into seafood; it`s the Coastal thing. He tries to think of someplace that doesn`t have seafood, or at least something other than. He shrugs* You go for burgers and fries? Jack in the Box a few blocks from here. We could walk.
[09-22:09] 9b9, ºLucien : Jack in the Box? *obviously never heard of it... priss that he is*
[09-22:09] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux: *there`s that instant fear that comes with the invasion of space, followed by the comprehension of alien hands are on her flesh. It`s odd that the block is suddenly empty and desolate. She doesn`t waste her breath screaming; she knows enough of the streets to know that people aren`t friendly and don`t help anymore. But she struggles, sending her elbows back into his stomach, and her heels into his shoes; or she tries, at least. As he is undead, the chance of success is slim*
[09-22:10] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: *he laughs; it`s good natured, and he slaps Lucien firmly on the shoulder; he`s a guy`s guy, his dad* Just a west-coast burger joint, that`s all. They also have things like eggrolls, and tacos. Good stuff. Mostly deep-fried, so if you`re sensitive about your weight, only eat there once a month.
[09-22:12] 9b9, ºLucien : Burger joint? *doesn't have a problem with weight gain... as may be quite evident from the lack of flesh under Gerald's hand*
[09-22:13] f77, *Jason Alexander: *he laughs in her ear as he had pinned her arms to her sides and lifted her off the ground, quickly for one his femme looks, down an alley, and another moving rather bit away from BtD, past hobos and the like who don't give a shit as long as its not them.*
[09-22:14] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: *he stares at him, just baffled* Jesus, what did your grandmother do? Feed you white toast squares and cucumber sandwitches and wine all your life? Come on. You`ll just have to see for yourself. *he moves back towards the entrance hall, grabbing up the housekeys and hooking them to his belt, standing by the door and turning to watch his son follow*
[09-22:16] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux: *understanding implicitly that there`s no way to fight this guy off, she has resigned herself for the moment. The fear that coarses through her viens also has the affect of causing an accute and painful arousal to throb through her flesh, making her overly warm against his cold touch, her breathing against his palm is quick and shallow*
[09-22:19] f77, *Jason Alexander: *he continues down the way, what an odd scene, carrying this chick so bodily and rough. He feels her skin warm, and smells her... this only surving to get hi quicker to his apartment, another block down in the alleys, like a crow hiding its shiney toy.*
[09-22:21] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux: *she groans faintly suddenly; trying to speak, to beg his name, to turn her head and see his face. She scolds herself for coming to this death-trap of a city; scolds herself for walking alone at night. Why didn`t she just take a cab? She attempts to struggle again, wiggling as fiercely in his grips as she can muster; which, of course, only serves to wear her out against any potential fight later*
[09-22:22] c80, ºJuden Sores: (*Peers at Jason.*)
[09-22:23] 9b9, ºLucien : *just shrugs* They just don't have shit like that in Italy.
[09-22:24] f77, *Jason Alexander: (*peers back*) *as he walks while she struggles he slams her against a side of a building, his arm still around her which causes his arm scratches which heal for her probably dizzy eyes to see.*
[09-22:25] MSG: Juden Sores sent a message to Lucy Belveaux.
[09-22:26] 3a0, ºGerald Tarrant-Rothman: Pfft. That`s crap. You just lived in the luxurious part. Come on. *he holds the door open for him, waiting for him to pass, so they can be off to their dining destination*
[09-22:27] 9b9, ºLucien : ((*frowns at the thought of there being no Taco Bell in England*))
[09-22:27] c80, ºJuden Sores: (*..doesn't know how anyone could survive without Taco Bell.*)
[09-22:28] 9b9, ºLucien : ((*certainly won't know how*)
[09-22:29] f77, *Jason Alexander: (*hasn't had toco bell in three years*)
[09-22:30] a25, *Cookie Monster: ((Well... there's people that have tastebuds...))
[09-22:30] c80, ºJuden Sores: (*..kills all who spout blasphemy about Taco Bell.*)
[09-22:31] MSG: Lucy Belveaux sent a message to Juden Sores.
[09-22:32] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux: *she gives a pained cry; the left side of her body aches and throbs with pain; more of an ache. His arm took the stinging pain of scrapes, but hit hard enough to make her internals shudder. Tears well in her eyes, and for a moment her fear overwhelms her sick desire*
[09-22:34] 9b9, ºLucien : (*gasps and swats Cookie* you try to find a vegetarian mexican place, first of all... then try to find one as wonderfully delicious as Taco Bell))
[09-22:35] f77, *Jason Alexander: *he hisses in her her ear.* stay still.* its a command, cold and dead toned.*
[09-22:36] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux: *she whimpers but obeys; fearing for her life, and that fear for now commands her over anything else. She makes of herself a ragdoll in his grasp, sobbing against the hand that clamps over her mouth, her hot tears wetting his cold fingers*
[09-22:39] MSG: Juden Sores sent a message to Lucy Belveaux.
[09-22:40] f77, *Jason Alexander: *he continues on his way again, moving past knocked over garbage cans and such, telling her 'good girl' in a sarcastic manner.*
[09-22:40] a25, *Cookie Monster: ((*finds one more delicious than Taco bell easily enough. One of the few good things about living in texas. A vegetarian mexican place... well thats just asking for items without meat*))
[09-22:41] c80, ºJuden Sores : *..were this any other night the abducting vampire would have probably been able to escape with his prey - but today was to be quite different, as the kindred and his prey had caught the eye of one of the more vicious creatures that lurked in the shadows of L.A. - the Hunter having witnessed the abduction perpetrated by Jason, and he’d instantly known what he was through his omnipresent second sight, though he hadn’t made a move right away - no, he preferred to stalk his prey, as they did theirs - he having quickly moved to mount his Honda RC-51, he mounted upon the bike as he had followed the two of them, though, as they would turn into an alley he couldn’t help but make himself known as the couple would turn into a narrow alleyway, he wasting not time in turning the bike abruptly to the side and following them down the narrow passage, the sharp whir of the bikes engine surely caught by the predators enhanced hearing..*
[09-22:41] MSG: Lucy Belveaux sent a message to Juden Sores.
[09-22:42] c80, ºJuden Sores : (*Notes that if the two of them are on the streets, that it would be there where he would move to engage the vampire.*)
[09-22:42] 9b9, ºLucien : ((yeah, but refried means almost ALWAYS have lard in them))
[09-22:44] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : *she starts to scream against Jason`s hand; hearing the bike, praying whoever`s on it will help her. She screams and thrashes anew, crying violently, not caring what pain it causes her or if it inspires him to hurt her. At this very moment, she wants away more than she wants to be on her knees, abayante*
[09-22:46] a25, *Cookie Monster: ((Cheese, tortillas, and some veggies and you can make a whole lotta everything))
[09-22:47] 9b9, ºLucien : ((but I don't want a salad on a tortilla. I want Taco Bell))
[09-22:48] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : (*hugs her lucien and smooches* I`ll send you care packages. you can buy taco-bell stuff in boxes at the stores now! like, old el paso only taco bell.)
[09-22:49] c80, ºJuden Sores : (I doubt they have the heavenly steak quesadillas in a box.)
[09-22:50] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : (well, gotta buy the steak. but salsa and all that stuff, yeah.)
[09-22:50] f77, *Jason Alexander: *he hears also and although hes smart, not at this moment as he senses something not right behind him, he presses the girl tight close, almost crushing her as he makes his way to the streets, turning a corner split fast.*
[09-22:50] c80, ºJuden Sores : (Hmm. I'll have to check that out.)
[09-22:51] 9b9, ºLucien : (*.... doesn't eat steak. Vegetarian*)
[09-22:51] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : (*is converting to veggi-heaven!*)
[09-22:52] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : *she continues her likely useless battle, ceasing momentarily as he crushes her tight against his cold body, a new spasm of pain slithering through her body. Her mind is screaming for help*
[09-22:52] c80, ºJuden Sores : (Poor cows. No one wants to eat them anymore. *Eats enough beef for everyone.*)
[09-22:54] 9b9, ºLucien : ((oh, Mothy.... you're making me want to cry. *chin wiggles*)
[09-22:55] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : (*just ... can`t think of meat right now. can`t* hush hush!)
[09-22:57] f77, *Jason Alexander: *just trots, getting into the darker corners as he can, growling low at her.*
[09-22:57] c80, ºJuden Sores : *..it would take a hell of a lot more than that to lose the man who had taken on this hunt, the Hunter scarcely slowing down as he would move from the path from which he had began his pursuit, leaning sharply to the side so as to manage the abrupt turn not entirely unlike the vampire had - this doing little to halt his pursuit; in fact, he would seem to speed up as he would emerge on the solid strip of road, no doubt beginning to gain on the vampire rather quickly..*
[09-22:59] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : *in a sudden effort to help their persuer, she bites his hand, which should be entirely unsuspected, and throws her dangling feet and ankles into the wall to their right, pushing hard with her feet, to topple Jason over, hopefully loosening his grip enough for her to topple into the gutter*
[09-23:01] 9b9, ºLucien : ((g'night you dear little drops of joy *passes out kisses and hugs... even to the meat eaters*))
[09-23:01] f77, *Jason Alexander: *Oddly he doesn't loosen his grip, but everything else she does means they both fall into the gutter, rolling as they do.* Bitch! *he yells, trying to gain balance, his hand now awa from her mouth, although healed blood on his hand.*
[09-23:05] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : (half hour warning for me; gotta get up with the kid.)
[09-23:05] f77, *Jason Alexander: (*whimpers*)
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[09-23:06] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : (it`ll be twelve thirty ... don`t want to go, but I`ll be SO tired and then I`ll be grumpy, and that`s not good either.)
[09-23:07] c80, ºJuden Sores : *As the two of them would come to such a sudden stop, he would be forced to swerve to the left in order to avoid hitting one, if not both of them - though, he wouldn’t continue on very far before the screech of the tires on the pavement could be heard, he planting a booted foot to the ground and turning the bike hard right in order to whip around the back of the RC-51, turning a complete ninety degrees before coming to a stop some twenty yards from the two of them, his left hand moving almost without thought to kill the engine even as his right would push away the folds of his black leather jacket without so much as a seconds hesitation, his fingers curling about the handle of a gun holstered there which he would slide fluidly from its place before leveling it at Jason.* [b]Let her go.[b] *The command spoken with a sort of benevolent authority - not to mention the aid of his Bluster Edge - so that Jason would be in a matter of speaking, forced to follow his command.*
[09-23:07] f77, *Jason Alexander: (*doesn't want that... is a bitch because she tihnk in MN time now.... slaps self*
[09-23:08] c80, ºJuden Sores : *As the two of them would come to such a sudden stop, he would be forced to swerve to the left in order to avoid hitting one, if not both of them - though, he wouldn’t continue on very far before the screech of the tires on the pavement could be heard, he planting a booted foot to the ground and turning the bike hard right in order to whip around the back of the RC-51, turning a complete ninety degrees before coming to a stop some twenty yards from the two of them, his left hand moving almost without thought to kill the engine even as his right would push away the folds of his black leather jacket without so much as a seconds hesitation, his fingers curling about the handle of a gun holstered there which he would slide fluidly from its place before leveling it at Jason.* Let her go. *The command spoken with a sort of benevolent authority - not to mention the aid of his Bluster Edge - so that Jason would be in a matter of speaking, forced to follow his command.*
[09-23:09] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : *she uses the small freedom to throw her head into his face, hopfully causing another surprise, hopefully enough for him to reflexively reach up to cup his likely shattered nose. As they fall, she renews her attack tenfold, thrashing about wildly like a crazed horse*
[09-23:12] f77, *Jason Alexander: *with the broken nose he throws her, bodily and swiftly away, not really hearing the dude as he cups his nose, and with a feral growl adjusts it.... ooo shit it hurts for the moment.* you little fucking bitch...* he whispers, laying on the ground* (no one kill him!)
[09-23:14] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : *she clamours to her feet with effort; clothing torn and flesh bleeding with the cutting contact of unmaintained ashphalt (sp) and his harsh hands. She makes a wide, stumbling circle around Jason`s form, finding her way towards Juden, on instinct and desperation*
[09-23:16] f77, *Jason Alexander: he just lays there... what an idiot.. shoulda seduced her, but then again she looked a little to tempting for his regular brain to be working right.*
[09-23:18] 3a0, ºLucy Belveaux : *she moves to stand behind Juden and his back, her arms wrapped tightly about her waist. She watches Jason with eyes filled both with hatred and lust; sick girl, yes. She mutters something about having to work. She turns and hurries off down the street* (night guys. love you! *hugs and kisses*)
[09-23:19] c80, ºJuden Sores : *As she would launch her own attack on the vampire he could see no reason to interfere, at least, not for the moment - dismounting the bike swiftly and starting in the direction of the fallen predator, never once allowing the gun to stray from its mark - the head of the disgusting beast, his green eyes smoldering with pure, unadulterated hatred; he clearly despising the monster on the ground before him.* You alright? *He’d ask with only a hint of compassion heard in his voice, not so much as looking to her as he would come to a stop only a few short feet from what had now became his prey.*
[09-23:19] c80, ºJuden Sores : (Night. *Will have to have Juden meet up with Lucy again at some point.*)
[09-23:20] f77, *Jason Alexander: (night lovey!!)
[09-23:23] f77, *Jason Alexander: *oh shiting shiting shiting fuck, at this point his nose is healed but he hurts and the remainder of blood from his broken selkf oozes out. he keeps his eyes closed, in his own sight able to see the hunter.*
[09-23:25] f77, *Jason Alexander: (*whimpers*) you will not hurt Jason... you will not Kill Jason, Juden!)
[09-23:27] a25, *Cookie Monster: ((question? Is this still out side of the Burning bush?))
[09-23:28] f77, *Jason Alexander: (no *shakes head. told you already*)
[09-23:34] c80, ºJuden Sores : *..he’d seen that look in her eyes, that look of lust, and that served only to strengthen his resolve - he having to fight the urge to turn and end her pathetic existence right then and there, as she had surely been tainted to see something in this beast; the mere thought of such things causing a wave of nausea to sweep over him so that he feels sure he is about to lose his dinner right then and there - she only spared due to a rare act of mercy on his part, for she had surely been tainted. Quickly turning his attentions back to the vampire when her footsteps would fade into the symphony weaved by the many other sounds of the city - a moment passing with him glaring at the creature on the ground at his mercy, he finding the thing all the more revolting due to the way it has simply given in; his finger moving to flip on the small tactical light attached beneath the barrel of the gun, it having been outfitted so as to project UV rays, so that it would be a very unpleasant surprise for the vampire - burning his flesh as sure as the rays of the sun, though not nearly as quickly, he hoping to rouse him in that manner.*
[09-23:36] c80, ºJuden Sores : (No, Juden won't kill him. Torture is much more his game.)
[09-23:38] f77, *Jason Alexander: *he lets out a long and rawn out hiss at this torture, then suddenly seeming to desolve from the hunters sight as if mist... oo Dracula thing.... really more like shifting into three parts of spirit.*
[09-23:43] c80, ºJuden Sores : *Well, that would certainly serve to piss him off all the more, as if he hadn’t been angry enough already, cursing under his breath as he would narrow his eyes, watching for any sign of the aura given off by the taint - which there should be quite a bit of, unless of course he has transcended to another realm entirely, which is quite doubtful given that he is a vampire; it falling on him to track this monster were he able to see him, which he would do with relentless fervor..*
[09-23:46] f77, *Jason Alexander: *the aura is barely anything due to spirit mist, he pretty much blends with the smog of the city, and he tries to get away as quickly as possible, wanting nothing more now than to hide away for a day or two*
[09-23:50] c80, ºJuden Sores : *Oh, the smog wouldn’t serve as even the most minute barrier behind which the vampire could hide for it had no aura to speak of while that of the taint burned bright, forming a thin trail which could be followed were one so inclined to do so - though, he wouldn’t make this little fact clear just yet, turning ever so slowly to the side and starting back towards the Honda RC-51, never letting his eyes stray from the thing.*
[09-23:52] f77, *Jason Alexander: *the mist heads around the corner, swifter than one might think, unlike others he can shift into the air if need be, and being vampire/shifter helps him a fuck of a lot.*
[09-23:55] f77, *Jason Alexander: (*wants a Honda RC*)
[09-23:59] c80, ºJuden Sores : *..in that case, by the time he had came to mount the bike and start the engine once again, the aura would have faded from sight entirely so that he would see no practical way to pursue the creature - at least, not now, but the time would come when Jason Alexander would come to meet his maker with no small degree of help from the Hunter whose wrath he had invoked this very night - though, it seemed to him that it would be much more productive to seek out the woman who had been meant to be his victim; a task which would likely prove to be quite easy. He remaining in the center of the street for a moment more before he would bring the heel of his boot back against the kick stand and start off into the night..*
[10-00:01] c80, ºmoth: *Slides OOC*
[10-00:02] f77, *Jason Alexander: *he makes his way back to his apartment shifting back to flesh and bone, burn marks not really healed form that wretched thing that bastard had used on him.. he makes his way into his hovel of a haven and passes out in a dark area.*
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[10-16:48] 09c, *Alton Wraith: (*peeks in*Allo?)
[10-16:50] 09c, *Alton Wraith: (*sighs and pops out*)
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[10-17:24] 9b9, ºEnvy: *snuggles Lucy*
[10-17:25] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *kisses all over her darling Envy*
[10-17:25] 9b9, ºEnvy: hi, princess!
[10-17:26] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: Hi babe!
[10-17:27] 9b9, ºEnvy: oh dear. I'm so tired but I still have to go to the queer group in a little while
[10-17:27] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: I love your dedication. You`re such a great person not to say, "Fuck it, I`m sleeping."
[10-17:36] 9b9, ºEnvy: hehe. that was Freshman year. I never went
[10-17:37] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: Yeah, but you do now, and that`s so great.
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[10-17:47] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she stands outside the club, sucking down a hurried cigarette. Her favorite girl, Marley, has just had her show and she`s hoping to catch her, just to say how much she appreciates her talent and work. She wonders how corny-sounding it`ll be, but she`s going to do it anyway. She tosses the remains of her smoke onto the sidewalk and rushes back in, placing herself at the bar. Clad in a fine silk suit, she`s clearly a patron, and not looking for work*
[10-17:49] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *naturally, after hitting the back room for a little freshening up, she makes a bee line for the bar... the drunk that she is.
[10-17:52] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she watches Marley with what she hopes is subtley, before finally speaking* What do you drink? I`d like to buy you whatever you`d like. *she probably sounds a little sheepish, and praying she doesn`t come off as someone trying to pick Mar up*
[10-17:53] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : You don't have to buy me anything. I get it for free. *naturally, if a man had offered to buy her a drink she'd say ok and just take the money... simple forgetting kept her from doing it this time*
[10-17:59] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : That`s a nice perk. I suppose there are quite a few working here. Good pay, if you`re making anything like that red-haired chick was offered. *she sips at a foaming beer, something dark and thick* So, anyway, I just came by, actually, hoping to catch you. I wanted to say thanks for being such a great dancer. You make a great start to a relaxing evening, Cassandra. *she smiles shyly; she feels like such a dork, and she has no clue how Marley will react; she wonders if she gets this from half-drunk men ALL the time*
[10-18:04] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *still isn't paying her much mind. She has yet to even look at her as the vodka marini is set in front of her* Jihan is the boss. She can make whatever she wants *naturally assuming that's the red haired chick*
[10-18:07] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Jihan? That`s the Indian chick, right? Nah, I was talking about the other redhead. One that tries to hide her face all the time. Can`t believe she turned down such an offer.
[10-18:12] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *raises a brow, suddenly interested.... there aren't too many of those around here. Not ones that turn down offers* Oh?
[10-18:14] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Mmhm. *inspired to continue by Marley`s interest, even if she hasn`t looked at her yet, she continues* I was The Dawn ... Jihan was trying to get this chick to come back. She offered her double what Cecile was paying ... when she turned her down, she offered her triple, plus all tips, and no having to sleep with johns. Her words were something like "You just get the warmed up on stage and let the other girls handle the rest."
[10-18:16] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *now she looks at the woman speaking to her* Who are you?
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[10-18:20] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she shrugs; she loves that question and loves avoiding it* Just someone who was in the right place, I suppose, at the right time. *she smiles quietly and chugs half her beer. She eyes Marley intently* Phedre no Dulaunay is my name, it`s a pleasure to meet you.
[10-18:23] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : Why are you telling me all of this? *would only be telling someone this to cause trouble... but how could this girl know how badly she dislikes Kailynn*
[10-18:24] d8f, *Jason Alexander: (*thumbs around randomly*)
[10-18:24] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she shrugs* I don`t know. I figured if she was a decent boss, this Jihan chick had the offer on the table for all of you. Obviously not. *doesn`t even know Kailynn`s name, so she doesn`t actually know that Marley hates her. She just really assumed that it was like that for most of the girls; considering as she thinks Kailynn isn`t really that much to look at*
[10-18:25] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : (*snuggles her Lishakins*)
[10-18:26] d8f, *Jason Alexander: (*shnuggles*)
[10-18:26] 
Kailynn Benson IS SO CUTE! what in the world is wrong with you crazy vampires?
[10-18:26] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : (*drags them both away to do naughty things*)
[10-18:26] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : (*is a human, at least, Phe is!*)
[10-18:27] d8f, *Jason Alexander: (*would gladly bring in another vamp and maul Kailynn*)
[10-18:28] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *just snorts, downing her drink wanting to be dulled a little bit so there's no need to just enjoy it* What would make you think that there's anything decent about Jihan?
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[10-18:28] 3a5, Sasha Gray: ((*peek*))
[10-18:29] 3a5, Sasha Gray: ((Shit Halley's already taken?))
[10-18:30] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : ((yep! gotta move faster! *pat pat*)
[10-18:31] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Look, I don`t know her. I just overheard shit, that`s all. Obviously I don`t know. Regale me, why don`t you? *she hides a smile behind her beer, fishing in her pockets for her smokes. Offers one to Marley*
[10-18:31] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : *which she takes without thanks* I like the bitch... but she is a bitch.
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[10-18:33] 3a5, Sasha Gray: ((test))
[10-18:33] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : ((*Pokes Squirrelie*)
[10-18:33] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : That`s how it usually is, with employee and boss. *being one`s own boss, however, it`s been a few years since she`s had to deal with it* But you`re a bitch, too, so does it matter?
[10-18:34] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : ((awww! Penelope is hot, too!))
[10-18:35] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : Not in particular. *it still rides her nerves that Jihan is her boss. Of course, she doesn't acknowledge it until paychecks are handed out. She still comes and goes as she pleases*
[10-18:35] e20, *Squirrel: ZzzzZZZzzzzZzzz *Snort* Huh? Wha?
[10-18:36] 9b9, ºMarley Watkins : (*pokes Squirrelie again and pretends it was Cecileiepie*
[10-18:36] e20, *Squirrel: *Eye shift*
[10-18:37] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *It had been a few days since that interesting encounter with Juden and Lucy, how healed from that shity UV ray, he is now back on the prowl, for Lucy again... He liked the bitch, she had enough guts to struggle so hell... He had trailed her scent and oo was he looking prowly*
[10-18:37] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : (*giggles and pokes for herself!*)
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[10-18:39] e20, *Squirrel: *Looks between the two* Ermm..okay...and your pic link is broken Lucy
[10-18:39] d8f, *Jason Alexander: (*pouts as Lucy's cam ain't working*)
[10-18:40] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she sits in her living room, which is currently a couch, a TV, and a shitload of boxes, since she`s hardly been in town a week. She`s dozing lightly with a book in her hands; not particularly the kind that reads very often, but occasionally she gets the urge. She hasn`t left her apartment since that night. She`s dressed as in the picture* (will fix!)
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[10-18:43] e20, *Squirrel: There ya go, and very nice I might add
[10-18:43] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *He had made quick work of trailing her down, and with that natural predator thing he shifts himself into that lovely mist and slid under her door, seeing without eyes the lay of the place*
[10-18:43] 67f, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Well, that`s great for you, I`m sure. Anyway, have a good evening. *She slides off the barstool and throws a handful of bills onto the bar for her drinks. She meanders outside, lights her smoke, and is off for now*
[10-18:44] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: (thanks, squirrelly-poo.)
[10-18:45] 9b9, ºEnvy: *and she's back to being the little admin again*
[10-18:46] d8f, *Jason Alexander: (*pants at Lucy's pic*)
[10-18:47] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *her books slips from her lax fingers, the noise shattering her silent apartment, jolting her awake. She rubs her eyes, pushing damp hair out of her face. She glances at her wall clock. That early? Why didn`t she seem to have her energy back yet, after that terrifying night? Which she`d been dreaming about, over and over again. Dreaming of Jason`s face; the young man from the bar. His blatant attack hadn`t been wholly unwelcome ..*
[10-18:49] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux : (*does a strip tease for her jason-love*)
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[10-18:53] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *That lovely Dracula like mist behind the couch, shifts into his humanish form.* Hmm, aren't we all packaged.* He says, clearly for her to hear, in his low surprisingly deep voice*
[10-18:54] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux : *she jumps up from the couch, startled nearly from her skin. Any drowsiness is bansihed by his voice. She stumbles backwards, feeling both the fear and the desire lance sharply up her body. Tripping over a small book box, she looses her balance and falls to her knees, gripping at her coffee table* What`re you doing here? *her foice is strained and taught with her emotions, hiding nothing*
[10-18:56] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux : (voice*)
[10-19:00] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *He laughs, ice blue eyes evil and amused.* hmm already on your knees for me huh? * he smirks, moving to her and hauling up onto her feet and shoving her against the wall*
[10-19:04] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux : *she cries out as she stumbles into the nearest wall, slithering down to her knees again, grasping her throbbing arm, the pain from the previous attack reviving itself. She closes her eyes for a moment, a red haze swimming behind her lids; she breathes slowly, opening her eyes to stare up at him, her dark gaze dewy with her comingling emotions* Please ... *it comes out as a whimper, a pitiful sound; but what is she asking for? For more, or for him to stop? She`s not very sure ..*
[10-19:06] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *he grabs her by her neck and lifts her up, not enough to choke though.* hmm how I love begger, com'on give me more.. * he presses himself against her, against the wall, other hand running along her side*
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[10-19:11] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux : *sags with the overwhelming thrill of his touch; the constraining fingers around her throat, the palm caressing her hip. She`s burning, a flame against his cold flesh. Yes, she wants this, yes, the danger, the fear mixing to make a heady, lusty perfume in her head* Give me more, Master ... hurt me, please ... *the words come unbidden; rolling from her throat and off her tongue as if a babe saying `Mama`for the thousandth time. Submission is in her blood*
[10-19:16] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *he seems surprised, but even more pleased, he takes a knife out of his pocket, flipping it open* so.... you want more do you?* he hisses into her ear, hand though soft, rough against her hip and up*
[10-19:18] 9b9, ºEnvy: (I'm gonna go draw for a while. later gators)
[10-19:18] d8f, *Jason Alexander: (laters!)
[10-19:21] 67f, *Vassago: *sits in a tree bored and dead*
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[10-19:24] d8f, *Jason Alexander : (((*beats Vassago viciously.....*)))
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[10-19:25] 67f, *Vassago: ((*gives whats his fuck good knifing*))
[10-19:26] d8f, *Jason Alexander : ((*just grins*))
[10-19:28] 67f, *Vassago: ((*grins back*))
[10-19:29] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she whimpers but shakes her head faintly* Please ... too much, too fast. Slow down ... make me really want it. *she leans forward against his encroaching hand around her throat, dragging her tongue across his cheek*
[10-19:31] d8f, *Jason Alexander : *he pushes her back, not really wanting her to want him well at least not yet.. he slaps her, though actually gently across the face.* don't talk.* he growls, his hand moving up her side and to the side of her breast*
[10-19:35] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she nods, having to choke back an automatic "Yes, Master." She leans into his touch; how could she not want him? Maybe he underestimated how sick her mind is, or perhaps he just didn`t expect it to be that easy*
[10-19:39] d8f, *Jason Alexander : *He grins, nipping along her neck, at the same time moving to direst her back to the couch, the shoving her down harshy onto it, and he doesn't care how she falls.* did you think you'd get away? *he asks, bending over to her face, eyes sadistic, yet so pretty*
[10-19:42] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she turns her face away; the fear takes over for a moment and she starts to cry, remembering how terrified she was* Yes ... yes. I thought I would, for good. Wanted to, didn`t want to ... I don`t know.
[10-19:45] d8f, *Jason Alexander: make up your mind you little wench.* he says, acting as if he would slap her again, loving the fearful look on her beautiful features* You wanted to get away or not? Because... no matter what you are gonna pay for tripping me up like that... *his voice calm, vampire smooth and yet pleasing*
[10-19:49] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she shudders at wondering what it is he`ll do to her; yearning for it, yet dreading it, those concequences. She succumbs to her desire, which overwhelms her fear and swallows it up like flesh in acid* I didn`t want to get away .... please, Master, don`t hurt me. Please, I beg of you ... *but she wants the pain, craves it, burns for it; her protestations are part of the game, part of the lovely sickness*
[10-19:52] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *He shakes his head with a grin.* you do want pain don't you.... you're such a sick little whore.. * He takes the blade and puts it to her left cheek.* such a pretty face.* he mumbles pulling the blade down, it's shallow but hellful painful.*
[10-19:58] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she arches from the couch, her hand reflexivly coming up to fight the blade away and inspect the wound, drawing back sticky with a thin film of warm, ruby blood. She shudders at the sight and slides from the couch to her knees, her flesh throbbing with the heat of desire* Don`t cut me again, please, Master ... it hurts, hurts so much! Not again, not again ... *she kneels abayante; arms outstretched before her, long black hair flowing over her back and shoulders, cheek oozing droplettes of her essence on her beige burbur carpet*
[10-20:01] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *he licked the blade for her to see, his tongue cut, and then otherworldly healing swiftly. he glares down at her, running his hand in her hair, then jerks it to the side.* such lovely hair, do you really deserve it all? * he hisses, thinking of cutting it.*
[10-20:06] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *if he has any sense of her fear, he`ll feel it spike dangerously at this point, at the thought of loosing her hair; the fear is stronger than when she thought she was loosing her life a few nights before* Please don`t! Oh, God, please don`t cut it! *such are the perversions and twists of her mind*
[10-20:09] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *He laughs..* now thats just not enough dearest.* he says, feeling a sadistic glee. with the hair he has balled in his hand his tears at it with the sharp blade, cutting two or so inches, hack like*
[10-20:11] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she releases a terrified cry as she feels the locks detatch; she jumps to her feet and backs away from him; there really is complete hatred in her eyes now; hatred and a sick love. She`s glad, somewhere deep inside, that he didn`t give into her. But that doesn`t show. She clutches at her hair as if clutching a child, quavering*
[10-20:12] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *he moves towards her, discarding most of the bottom part o her hair he'd gotten, her hair tips jaggedy.* thats it love, hate me... it's wonderful isn't it
[10-20:16] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *as he nears her, her desire spikes again, and she finds herself wavering inside. To see what he`ll do, she becomes defiant. She presses herself against him, grabbing his face between her fingers, bloodied palm leaving a streak across one, and kisses him; violent and harsh and hungry for pain*
[10-20:19] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *he hisses, pushing her back, cuttin the fabric on her stomach as he does, making it rip all the way, also a little line of blood all the way acrosss her tummy*
[10-20:25] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she writhers to the ground in sharp, delightful pain, falling to her back, knees brought up in a half-hearted attempt to sheild herself from further attack; Oh, but yes! Yes, this is what she wanted ... she groans with the pain, but she has had so much worse. There was one man, armed with Flechettes ... oh, and how he weilded the straps pierced with hundreds of tiny blades. She rubs almost absently between her thighs, where she`s warm and moist with desire* Oh, but Master ... is this all you have to give me? *she laughs, wondering how insolent she`ll need to become before he just unleashes his hell-fury on her*
[10-20:34] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *And oh that gets a sharp heavy booted kick from him, his anger is starting to spike, he kicks her on the stomach if he can, if not then her side*
[10-20:38] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she shrieks with the pain now; it fills her head, and the red haze which fills her vision blots out all other sight. She coughs, a line of mucus slithering from her trembling lips, nausea playing at the edges of her throat. She curls into a ball, sobbing pitifully* I`m sorry, I`m sorry, Master, please ... please, no more. No more. I`m sorry! *her voice is sincere; her eyes, which she keeps focused on him, are filled with pennance and the desire to please* Forgive me, please, I`m not worthy of your punishment.
[10-20:40] d8f, *Jason Alexander: oh shut up.* he grabs her by her shornish hair and lifts her by it, dragging her to the bedroom.*
[10-20:43] 67f, ºLucy Belveaux: *she doesn`t struggle; startled somewhere in the back of her mind at his strength, based on his size and seeming muscle mass. The Haze fades slowly as the pain shrinks to a troublesome throb, soft whimpers leaking from her lips as they go*
[10-20:47] d8f, *Jason Alexander: *he throws her on her bed, cutting the remainder of fabrics off her, cutting skin painfully as he goes, then throws the remnants to the ground*
[10-20:56] Chat cleared by Envy.
[10-20:56] 9b9, ºEnvy: Dirty kids! Do I need to make a sex room? sheesh
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[10-20:59] d8f, *Gian Rogue: yaya !!
[10-21:03] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *in comfortable sneakers, well fitting dark blue jeans, and a green corduroy jacket (which does wonders for bringing out her emerald eyes), she heads down the street, headed for work. Her straight, fiery red hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail, revealing black hoop hearings. Clawing her way from the Los Angeles underbelly really seems to be agreeing with her*
[10-21:07] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *He in an intersting twist is headed towards her apartment, to find ... or not find her, black boots thudding the pavement as his blue jeans and white button shirt make those fabricy sounds as he walks*
[10-21:11] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she pulls a hand from her pocket to stiffle a yawn. The move had been rough, since she did it all herself. Jaylin couldn't be found to help this time and she didn't want to take the chanceof records from a moving company popping up. If she hadn't been in excellent physical condition from her last job, it probably would have killed her... or made her wish it had.*
[10-21:14] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *He gets to her apartment and low and behold not only is she not there but all her stuff is gone.. * Now how am I gonna find her.* he mumbles, then remembers the place where she works*
[10-21:17] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *uses her shoulder to push open the door of the bar. She ignores the looks she gets from some of the regular patrons... creepy bastards. Much more creepy than even the sleaziest slime at the Bush, yet she can't put her finger on exactly why. She pulls off her jacket, revealing a plain black tank top and slips behind the bar, sending whoever was there home*
[10-21:20] d8f, *Gian Rogue: He starts his way to her, lala la..... these things bleh...... He walks and pushes past people, narrowly missing a particularly friendly looking gang.*
[10-21:22] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson 
: *is pouring a beer from the tap when he walks in, expertly hiding how happy she is to finally get to pour one.... just a plain, simple beer. No weird drinks that aren't good enough for no reason*
[10-21:24] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *He sees her and walks over, feling some waery with all the vampies around, though he's sure she doesn't know about the,.* Hey* he mumbles gently*
[10-21:25] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : hey... *raises a brow and casts him a sideways glance as she delivers the beer to a customer down the bar* You look like you need a drink.
[10-21:30] d8f, *Gian Rogue: hmm have a plan vodka? *he asks setting down in front of her.* er.. so you've moved.* he says after a moment.*
[10-21:32] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *nods and pours him a glass of Gray Goose, a vodka so good that you don't dare mix it with anything* Yeah. That place was just temporary. That's why I didn't unpack. I didn't find anything of yours, so whatever you came looking for isn't there.
[10-21:34] d8f, *Gian Rogue: er.. I came looking for you.* he said, downing the vodka as he needed it sooo bad.* I also found a note on your floor, before you moved...
[10-21:35] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Oh yeah? *starts wiping down the counters, so unaware....* I don't remember writing you a note.
[10-21:36] d8f, *Gian Rogue: it was for you.* he says, tilting her head slightly*
[10-21:36] d8f, *Gian Rogue: his*^
[10-21:38] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Oh yeah? *really just has no idea where this was going, and she's obviously a little confused as to why he's bringing up a note on her floor*
[10-21:39] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *he doesn't know how to broach this the right way, damn the male brain!* it was from Burning Bush
[10-21:43] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she actually, physcially jumps, the towel falling from her hand and knocking over a glass, which is a perfect distraction.* Shit! *with weak knees and shaking hands, she kneels down to pick up the pieces. Her reaction is embarassing, but involuntary none the less*
[10-21:44] d8f, *Gian Rogue: * he didn't know it would be this kind of reaction.* uh, did I say something wrong?
[10-21:46] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Just that you invaded my privacy.
[10-21:47] d8f, *Gian Rogue: I'm sorry! but...... I just wanted to know more about you.......
[10-21:48] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (*pushes the pause button*)
[10-21:48] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *pausey*
[10-22:59] e20, *Squirrel: *Shifts uncomfortably*
[10-23:05] 9b9, ºEnvy: *pokes*
[10-23:05] e20, *Squirrel: *Squirms*
[10-23:06] 9b9, ºEnvy: *pounces*
[10-23:07] e20, *Squirrel: Ooomfa
[10-23:09] 9b9, ºEnvy: hi squirrelie
[10-23:09] e20, *Squirrel: 'Alo Envy
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[10-23:14] e20, *Squirrel: Hello Gian
[10-23:21] d8f, *Gian Rogue: (lo)
[10-23:23] 9b9, ºEnvy: ((on the phone with a super wonderful friend that I haven't talked to in like 6 months))
[10-23:24] e20, *Squirrel: Cool
[10-23:28] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Well you could have asked * knows that's a boldfaced lie. She would have just avoided the subject*
[10-23:30] d8f, *Gian Rogue: but..... I tried once.. you ....... just don't say anything
[10-23:33] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : What do you want to know... what's on every piece of paper that I own? *picks up the big pieces of glass an tosses them in the garbage, then goes for the broom*
[10-23:36] d8f, *Gian Rogue: I'm sorry.* he says again. * but at least I know why you are defensive now..
[10-23:38] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *stops mid sweep, then starts again* What do you mean?
[10-23:40] d8f, *Gian Rogue: just.. I know why you try to divert from questions
[10-23:40] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((ok. of the phone. yay! she's coming to visit saturday!))
[10-23:41] d8f, *Gian Rogue: (good for you!)
[10-23:43] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : I meant... why do you know why I divert from ques... *but she already knows the answer* nevermind. This isn't the place to talk about it. I don't know why you think it's your business anyway. *dumps the rest of the glass in the garbage, but just kind of throws the broom and dustpan back into the corner, definately getting some eyes on her*
[10-23:44] d8f, *Gian Rogue: because I want to learn about you... I want to have a relationship with you* he says low*
[10-23:45] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *her eyes narrow... of course, out of all the horny guys at the club that night, she had to bring this one home. Though, the thought lingers in the back of her mind that there was a reason she wasn't interested in the rest of them. She folds her arms over each other and leans over, resting them on the bar* No... you don't.
[10-23:47] d8f, *Gian Rogue: do you think I'd risk recieving wrath from you, if I didn't?
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[10-23:52] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Wrath? I don't think this is wrath worthy, but a restraining order may be necessary if you keep talking like that *is she serious? Her face is so impassive, it may be a bit hard to tell*
[10-23:53] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *he looks confused.* do you even know how to have a relationship .*he finally says*
[10-23:55] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Didn't you find that out on your little excursion? *just then she gets a call, an unhappy one, for a bloody mary. She frowns, knowing that she'll never get it right... like she never does* Coming...
[10-23:56] d8f, *Gian Rogue: but you don't work there anymore.. * he says, then points to the small fridge behind her.. that she never opens.. * you might want to try looking in there before you really make that drink. * knowing blood woul be in it*
[10-23:59] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she opens it when people what "the stuff" straight. She knows what it looks like, of course, but not what it is.* Why? you don't use that stuff for a Bloody Mary.
[11-00:00] d8f, *Gian Rogue: oh.. you do, unless asked for a regular...
[11-00:02] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *just shrugs... what did she have to lose? At least Harmonia has the stuff in bottles. Maybe she did that just for a cover from the human bartender. She starts mixing the drink* So... use this in addition to, or instead of the tomato juice?
[11-00:05] d8f, *Gian Rogue: instead *he says*
[11-00:06] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *and she does, obviously not focusing on the drink. How does she always manage to get herself into such a mess? she takes the glass over to the table, and doesn't wait for approval, but since the glass doesn't come flying at her, she assumes it's alright*
[11-00:08] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *he gives a very large sigh* Kailynn, I don't understand you, I want to have a worth while relationship with you....
[11-00:10] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Oh yeah? You think so? *just shakes her head, almost helplessly*
[11-00:12] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *his shoulders sag, he is completely sincere*
[11-00:15] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she's gotten men arrested for saying things like this, or at least thrown out. She leans over the bar again, so that her voice can be lower* There is nothing that I can give you that is worth your while. I promise you, that I'm far more trouble than I'm worth. What we have is great. Why are you doing this?
[11-00:17] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *he does look rather hurt.. and aww he looks so sweet* because I like you
[11-00:19] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *and it does get to her! Despite her resolve being as tough as nails* You don't even know me... I assume you know what the Burning Bush is?
[11-00:21] d8f, *Gian Rogue: hmmm yes I do.... but....... you don't work there anymore.....* he tries to clasp her hand* thats what a relationship is about... getting to know one another*
[11-00:21] d8f, *Gian Rogue: minus the * ^
[11-00:25] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *but she pulls her hand away* The relationship we had was fine. Did you know that a the Bush *she stars walking around the bar again* I didn't just dance? Did you know that I was a whore? *her voice starts to raise. Her voice never raises, especially when it comes to things like this in public* Did you know that sometimes, I would fuck ten guys a night? *stands just in front of him now, obviously pissed that he has this effect on her*
[11-00:27] d8f, *Gian Rogue: yes..... I found that out....... but what does that have to do with now?
[11-00:30] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *She knows that he thinks that she's telling him this to convince him that he's too good for her, but that's not it* Do you just expect me to get over that and go home with you to meet your mother
[11-00:32] d8f, *Gian Rogue: well... not yet.. we can work up to it * he semi jokes*
[11-00:35] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *but she's just so testy now that she doesn't feel up to laughing* You don't get it do you? *just shakes her head a little* I've been trained for years to make men do exactly what you're doing. Apparently, I don't know how to quit. *then, she walks out the door, leaving her coat and anything else that she brought there, except for her keys which she never had time to take from the pockets of her jeans*
[11-00:37] d8f, *Gian Rogue: (*pause*)
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[11-16:49] JOIN: moth has entered.
[11-17:08] JOIN: Lucy Belveaux has entered.
[11-17:10] fda, ºmoth: *Peers.*
[11-17:10] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (*gives hugs and kisses* Evening. How`re you?)
[11-17:11] fda, ºmoth: Not too bad actually, how are you?
[11-17:11] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (I`m doing wonderfully, thank you for asking. ^_^)
[11-17:13] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (Available for play?)
[11-17:13] fda, ºmoth: *Nods.*
[11-17:14] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (Lucy and your hunter, or another pair?)
[11-17:15] fda, ºJuden Sores : (He'd like nothing more than to make her life hell. *Grins sadistically.*)
[11-17:15] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (Isn`t it already? Look at the sick puppy I`ve made her. *grins meanly* Let`s play, then.)
[11-17:15] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (Would you like me to post first? I`m going to clear this mess out of here.)
[11-17:16] fda, ºJuden Sores : (Where is our "poor" Lucy at this moment?)
[11-17:17] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (Take that as a yes. ^_^)
[11-17:17] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (Probably out seeking food. Apartment is pretty empty except for boxes of stuff.)
[11-17:20] 876, ºLucy Belveaux : (Mmkay, going to clear now.)
[11-17:20] Chat cleared by Lucy Belveaux.
[11-17:21] fda, ºJuden Sores : (link test)
[11-17:25] 876, ºLucy Belveaux : *she staggles down the alley leading from the back door of her new apartment, which leads conviniently to a crosswalk, which will take her to an open and popular shopping center. Such places typically have at least one chinese restaurant and usually a Taco Bell. Her stomach growls ferociously, and despite her gnawing hunger she steps cautiously, forever glancing this way and that. Anyone watching her would clearly assume she was on some kind of hellucinigen. Not so; it`s simply that Jason left her in a pile of bloody and torn sheets, after she had passed out from exhaustion and climatic terror. Dark bruises circle her eyes, her color hinting at either a shut-in, or an anemic. The later is currently the case. Stopping at the light, she waits for the little white man to tell her to cross*
[11-17:36] fda, ºJuden Sores : *It hadn’t been too hard for him to find her, but then, he hadn’t expected much of a challenge going into this - both victim and vampire quite weak as far as he could discern, as the latter hadn’t even put up a fight when he’d been confronted, and the former had clearly had second thoughts about leaving her captor even when freed from his grasp - leaving him to come to the most obvious conclusion: she’s tainted. And as such, she would be subject to the same punishment as her would be murderer - slow torture to find out what knowledge she held (and if she had no knowledge, then simply for his own pleasure) and her eventual death. He having only been waiting outside the apartment complex for several hours when he would see her exit from the building, his eyes narrowing as he’d watch her start down the street from his place in a nearby alleyway - but just as before, he wouldn’t make any move to reveal himself just yet. The hunter taking a long pull from the cigarette between his lips, causing the ember to flare a bright reddish-orange before releasing a thick cloud of smoke from his nostrils so that he’d look himself like a monster straight from hell, with that smoldering hatred in his eyes.*
[11-17:44] 876, ºLucy Belveaux : *she shivers as a ghusty burst from the Santa Anna`s slides through central Los Angeles, clearing smog and bringing the tangy scent of the ocean. The man changes, and she bounds across the street, moving swiftly. She doesn`t trust L.A. drivers; the French are worse, but not by much. Landing with a gentle thudding of tennis shoes on the concrete at the other side of the street, she twists her hair into a makeshift bun at her nape; chopped it may be by a cruel blade, but long enough yet for that simple style. All limbs are covered, with exception to fine-boned hands, though bruises swell her palms faintly. She pauses at the starting corner of the strip of sidewalk that circles the entire center, catching her breath against a wave of dizziness. She`s lost more blood than is healthy. She prays he won`t come again for a few days, and contemplates picking up a bottle of red wine to speed the rejuvination process along. Though embued with remarkable healing powers - as if built for torture, for pain, her flesh heals remarkably quickly. Already, even the deepest of his wounds is closing nicely, and with the regular application of a cream made of snake`s skin and aloe, there will be no scarring. She`s practiced in this art, that much is obvious. For had she been an average human, she would have been in the hospital, and not making her way towards Taco Hell*
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[11-17:57] f77, *Saven Rahyn: (*lurkies*)
[11-17:57] fda, ºJuden Sores : *As she would start across the street he would lean away from the cold, rough, graffiti covered wall behind him, both hands being removed slowly from his pockets as he’d move for the very same Honda RC51 with which he had pursued her several evenings ago - a single hand moving to the Marlboro pressed between his lips, taking the half smoked cigarette with two fingers; his thumb coming to brush once against the butt, ashing the half smoked thing before pressing the remained firmly to his opened left hand, the leather gloves which cover them enough to take a brunt of the heat before he’d move to tuck it behind his right ear - by this time having came to the bike parked at the side of a few scattered trashcans, bringing a single leg over it in a smooth motion and moving the very same hand with which he taken the fag to the ignition, scarcely a second passing before the sound of the engine could be heard faintly, a sound likely unheard by his prey - though, as he would pull out onto the street from the alleyway but a moment later, she might recognize that sound coming up slowly behind her as that from several nights ago - he chastising himself silently now for not having realized her nature on the first night that he’d seen her..*
[11-17:58] JOIN: Lucy Belveaux has entered.
[11-18:00] JOIN: Lizzy has entered.
[11-18:01] 16c, Lizzy: (peers)
[11-18:01] fda, ºmoth: *peers back*
[11-18:01] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: *she knows that sound. Nothing could ever erase it from her mind. And while there`s a small likelihood of another random person owning the same bike, in a town where sports cars and mods dominate, the engine would have a different hum. She doesn`t bother to look over her shoulder, but instead, turns sharply from whence she came. Once at the corner where she rested just moments before, she takes off for the darkness and filth behind the center, where there is virutally no light*
[11-18:02] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (*gives hugs of greetings to Lizzy, for she`s the cuddly admin =P)
[11-18:03] 16c, Lizzy: (*squeals and pounce huggles*)
[11-18:04] 16c, Lizzy: (*also licks mothy when she is done snuggling her goddess*)
[11-18:04] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (*wiggles and tickles her beloved* Goddess, eh? *giggles* I try, I do.)
[11-18:05] f77, *Saven Rahyn: (*and just randomly grabs them all in for a good old molestation*)
[11-18:05] 16c, Lizzy: (*squirms*no fair..)
[11-18:05] 16c, Lizzy: (*feels loved*)
[11-18:09] 16c, Lizzy: (*watches the tumble weed go bye*man it went dead suddenly)
[11-18:10] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (*meditates as she waits for moth`s post*)
[11-18:10] f77, *Saven Rahyn: hehe*pounce*)
[11-18:10] fda, ºmoth: *Well, that wasn’t unexpected, he not having expected any less than a chase of some sort - the pursuit of this one actually welcome, as it would be much less difficult to bend her to his will once she’d exhausted herself trying to get away from him. He quickly performing a maneuver not entirely different than the one he had utilized several nights ago - though, he would have to clear the small incline of the sidewalk first, doing so without error even as he would lean to the side, turning sharply into the darkness where she had chose to hide from him - not that simple shadows could mask her auras, nor could they mask her from the bright light fixed on the front of the bike which his right hand would move to activate before he would have moved more than a short distance into the alley, illuminating all that had before been shrouded in inky blackness; his speed slowing considerably.*
[11-18:10] fda, ºJuden Sores : *Well, that wasn’t unexpected, he not having expected any less than a chase of some sort - the pursuit of this one actually welcome, as it would be much less difficult to bend her to his will once she’d exhausted herself trying to get away from him. He quickly performing a maneuver not entirely different than the one he had utilized several nights ago - though, he would have to clear the small incline of the sidewalk first, doing so without error even as he would lean to the side, turning sharply into the darkness where she had chose to hide from him - not that simple shadows could mask her auras, nor could they mask her from the bright light fixed on the front of the bike which his right hand would move to activate before he would have moved more than a short distance into the alley, illuminating all that had before been shrouded in inky blackness; his speed slowing considerably.*
[11-18:12] JOIN: Summer Richards has entered.
[11-18:12] 16c, Lizzy: (*sighs all bored like to rp or not to rp that is the question)
[11-18:16] 16c, Lizzy: (ahh what the heck i got nothing better to do)
[11-18:16] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: *if not for her auras, she would have seemed to vanish. She sits curled behind a dumpster, breath coming in shallow bursts. She wonders for a moment why she`s running from this guy, who saved her not four nights before. Instinct gives the answer, of course. She can understand how she might appear in the eyes of someone who is clearly a crusader for the death of the Undead. Though she is not turned, Jason has left his bite dotting her flesh in sick and painful places. She knew what he was, of course, after the first. She mutters a prayer to her god, Kushiel, who gifted her with her powers of healing, and her mind which enjoys the sweet pain of the lash, begging for assitance. If this creature is as Blessed as she, then she is clearly stuck. No weapons, no vehicle, just sick skin that yearns to bleed, for whomever possesses her*
[11-18:17] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (yesss, come, my darling! I shall split three ways if you seek someone to play with! )
[11-18:17] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *After Apollo, Ares and Ciaran Saven left her normal territory. For once she decided to go to a city and what better city when you are feeling down and out like LA. Plenty of men to screw and Apollo wouldn't know because of his eye problems. So currently she walked down the street, in pinstriped black pants and white button shirt, collar loose and buttons revealing breasts*
[11-18:17] f77, *Saven Rahyn: tops*
[11-18:19] EXIT: Lizzy has left the chat ( 4:16pm, November 11 (CST) ).
[11-18:20] JOIN: Cara DelSamore has entered.
[11-18:20] 876, ºSummer Richards: *he stands on the corner Saven approaches, finishing some sort of lucrative deal as his mouth curls into that sly, accomplished smile; the kind of smile that should warn anyone who isn`t stupid or naive he`s just fucked them over, and there`s nothing they can do about it. He stuffs a wad of cash in his pocket, though his benefactor seems to take nothing with him. He`ll meet up with what he`s bought in about an hour, and discover that Summer has sent him a diseased, dying bitch to fuck, and not the Playboy super bunny he promised. By the time the guy finds out, Summer will have vanished back into the vast underworld of Los Angeles. Turns his head from the wind to light a smoke, peering at the woman. What`s something dressed like that doing in this part of the Glutch?*
[11-18:20] f77, *Saven Rahyn: (*would play if you need someone*)
[11-18:21] 876, ºSummer Richards: (*pushes Savv towards Cara, as she`s afraid to stretch herself and give poor-quality gaming*)
[11-18:22] 16c, Cara DelSamore: *Stands on a street corner looking out onto the street pondering on where to go next....she had that typical hooker look however if you asked her how much she would punch you square in the jaw*(*snuggles into her godess and purrs all cute like*)
[11-18:22] 16c, Cara DelSamore: (colour change)
[11-18:23] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (Lizzy babe, would you like me to register you?)
[11-18:24] 16c, Cara DelSamore: (sure sexy)
[11-18:25] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *She moves as sleek as a cat, her long glorious hair braided all down her back, a few rebelious strands flitting around her face She notes the man with true onyx eyes set on her paleish face and a slight smile spreads on her full lips, hmm one already.*
[11-18:25] MSG: Lucy Belveaux sent a message to Cara Delsamore.
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[11-18:26] f77, Reiko Sungazer: (*will place onces she finds a piccy*)
[11-18:26] 16c, Street Urchin: (*scritches head as didnt get it*)
[11-18:27] 876, ºSummer Richards : *doesn`t bother to talk to her, just watches, black eyes clearly interested in her. Holds out his pack to her, in silent offer. Why not? She had that on-the-prowl, come-fuck-me look on*
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[11-18:27] f77, Reiko Sungazer: *test*)
[11-18:27] JOIN: Street Urchin has entered.
[11-18:27] 876, ºSummer Richards : (since we`re all friends and you can change your pass once you`re in, it`s: huggles)
[11-18:28] 16c, Street Urchin: (hunny whats the pass)
[11-18:28] 16c, Street Urchin: (k)
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[11-18:28] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (*pokes about for a moth*)
[11-18:29] JOIN: Street Urchin has entered.
[11-18:29] fda, ºmoth: (Sorry. Phone.) *Ahh, but of course he was imbued - not in the same way as she perhaps, but imbued with great power nonetheless. As he would make his way down the narrow path, there would be no doubt in his mind about where she had chosen to hide, but it never hurt to play dumb. He coming to an abrupt stop only a few short seconds after he would enter, his hand which had before turned on the headlight affixed to the front of the bike coming to turn off the accelerator, removing the key from the ignition before he would dismount the RC51 - glancing back over his shoulder shortly to be sure that no one is behind him before turning his gaze back in her direction and starting forward.*
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[11-18:29] fda, ºJuden Sores : (Sorry. Phone.) *Ahh, but of course he was imbued - not in the same way as she perhaps, but imbued with great power nonetheless. As he would make his way down the narrow path, there would be no doubt in his mind about where she had chosen to hide, but it never hurt to play dumb. He coming to an abrupt stop only a few short seconds after he would enter, his hand which had before turned on the headlight affixed to the front of the bike coming to turn off the accelerator, removing the key from the ignition before he would dismount the RC51 - glancing back over his shoulder shortly to be sure that no one is behind him before turning his gaze back in her direction and starting forward.*
[11-18:29] JOIN: Cara DelSamore has entered.
[11-18:29] 16c, *Cara DelSamore: (sorted hehehe)
[11-18:29] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *she tilts her head and stops, hmm and if he only knew how on the prowl she was. she lets out a husky sounding 'hmm' and takes whats offered to her, stepping a pace slower, looking ready to purr for him. though what kind of purr would be interesting*
[11-18:30] 16c, *Cara DelSamore: (*ponders on which group to invade muhahahaha*)
[11-18:31] f77, Reiko Sungazer: *Reiko walks the streets of LA, green eyes to the ground.. this place is interesting but nothing like Seattle... *
[11-18:31] f77, Reiko Sungazer: (*test*)
[11-18:32] f77, Reiko Sungazer: (*one more test*)
[11-18:33] 16c, *Cara DelSamore: (reiko babes pic not working)
[11-18:33] fda, ºJuden Sores : (*Image test.*)
[11-18:34] f77, Reiko Sungazer: (its working for meeeeee *frowns*)
[11-18:35] 876, ºLucy Belveaux: (`tis fine.) *she can`t see him, obviously, but the suddenly deathly silence after the muttering putter of his Honda`s smooth engine makes her ears ring faintly until she concentrates on her above-par consort`s training. Closing her eyes, she finds the touch of his breath in the air, and the scrunch, even terribly subtle, of his boots upon the broken gravel of the unmaintained alley. She remains perfectly still, her own breath having found its natural, nearly-silent rythym during his dismount. The Haze, which is the warning and gift of her god, fogs the darkness behind her lowered lids, alerting her to his dangerous intentions, though if he means death or not is unclear*
[11-18:36] 876, ºSummer Richards : YOu have a name or do you play the annonymous dominator? You`ve got that look. *he pulls hard, tossing his head to releave his eyes of the burden of his lanky hair; but the insolent locks return the moment his head is stationary*
[11-18:36] f77, *Saven Rahyn: http://www.stars2go.com/m/viggo-mortensen/19.jpg )
[11-18:37] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *kicks that under reikos name*)
[11-18:38] 16c, *Cara DelSamore: (just takes you to stars2go site*shrugs*..doesnt matter though)
[11-18:39] 16c, *Cara DelSamore: *Begins to go for a little stroll licking her dry lips as she walks*
[11-18:39] 876, ºSummer Richards : (I`m gonna have to go. Mat`s home, and he would like to play doom. May be back around Ten or so, if lucky. If not, tomorrow night. Ciao!)
[11-18:39] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *She grins, and curls them out of his face with her hand.* Actually my names Saven...
[11-18:39] f77, *Saven Rahyn: aww okay!)
[11-18:41] f77, Reiko Sungazer: *test pic*
[11-18:41] 16c, *Cara DelSamore: (that one works*grins*)
[11-18:42] f77, Reiko Sungazer: *He in a luck is walking down the area Cara is, but is rather unnoticing at the moment as he watches his feet, brown locks falling in his eyes.*
[11-18:43] fda, ºJuden Sores : (*Slaps on a pause after this last post.*) *Just before he would reach the dumpster behind which she had hidden, his left hand would move forward to pull open the long, black leather trench coat the had had donned for this hunt; the thing several sizes too large in order to conceal the weapons beneath - it not until the folds of the coat have been pulled away entirely until he would move his right hand forth from his side, letting his fingers drift across the handles of two weapons, Ruger MP9 and his custom .45 that he’d drawn on Jason a few nights ago, quickly making the decision to go with the latter - fluidly unholstering the weapon and starting forward again, moving along the opposite wall than that on which the dumpster is located cautiously.*
[11-18:44] fda, ºmoth: *And with that, slides OOC*
[11-18:44] 16c, *Cara DelSamore: *Closes her eyes as she walks humming away to uninspired by eight stop seven..swaying her head causing those golden locks to sway and just for the heck of it is heading for a head on collision with Reiko*
[11-18:44] JOIN: Reiko Sungazer has entered.
[11-18:45] f77, Reiko Sungazer: (*hates aol*) *and indeed tha happens, they end up bumping full force into each other*
[11-18:47] 16c, *Cara DelSamore : *Snaps her eyes open as they slamb into each other*ohh crap..*said bluntly as she stumbles loosing her feeting..damn high heels*
[11-18:47] f77, Reiko Sungazer: *he manages to not fall over and catch her with an arm at the same time... thank you feline speed.* Whoa!
[11-18:49] 16c, *Cara DelSamore : *Blinks as thankfully she is caught didnt fancy getting this jacket dry cleaned again..she lookes up at theman who catches her and as if nothing happend*Hi...*said in a tone much sweeter than she looks*
[11-18:50] f77, Reiko Sungazer: *he tilts his head, smiling* Hi, I guess we weren't watching.*he says, not minding how she looks*
[11-18:53] 16c, *Cara DelSamore : *She nods lightly*A right clumsy pair we are*She says as she tosses ehr hair aside*
[11-18:54] f77, Reiko Sungazer: *He laughs, cat green eyes shinging.* yes, so it seems, sorry about that.. (hey sorry gotta go)
[11-18:56] 16c, *Cara DelSamore : (thats ok no biggy)
[11-18:57] 16c, *Cara DelSamore : *Smiles to Reiko giving hima card of her details and carries on walking with a wink*
[11-19:01] 16c, *Cara DelSamore : (*lurks getting that alone feeling*)
[11-20:35] JOIN: Reiko Sungazer has entered.
[11-20:36] e29, Reiko Sungazer: (*lurks around too*)
[11-20:40] e29, Reiko Sungazer: (*listens to the crickets*)
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[11-20:47] 9b9, ºEnvy: *peers*
[11-20:47] JOIN: Gian Rogue has entered.
[11-20:49] e29, *Gian Rogue: (*tackles*)
[11-20:51] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (reposts for her little tulip)*but she's just so testy now that she doesn't feel up to laughing* You don't get it do you? *just shakes her head a little* I've been trained for years to make men do exactly what you're doing. Apparently, I don't know how to quit. *then, she walks out the door, leaving her coat and anything else that she brought there, except for her keys which she never had time to take from the pockets of her jeans*
[11-20:53] e29, *Gian Rogue: *he walks after her.* Kailynn for gods sake, are you that afraid of having a relationship?
[11-20:57] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : I just don't want it... Why are you pushing this?
[11-20:57] e29, *Gian Rogue: Fine! * he throws up his hands and bahs, turning and walking away down the street*
[11-20:58] EXIT: Gian Rogue has left the chat ( 6:57pm, November 11 (CST) ).
[11-21:01] JOIN: Ryan Greggs has entered.
[11-21:02] e29, Ryan Greggs: (*test*)
[11-21:04] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *wraps her arms around herself, even though it's not all that cold. Well, it looks like she'll be job hunting again. If those creeps looked funny at her before, she can just imagine what they'd do now. She keeps walking, not really paying attention to where she's going*
[11-21:07] e29, Ryan Greggs: *From a building wall, from the darkness comes a sillky masculine voice, intoxicatingly so.* Hmm, Some stalker, or just a crazed admirer..* He comments on Gians following and leaving, as he does he steps from the shadows, boots scuffing the ground slightly.*
[11-21:09] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *as the man belonging to the voice steps towards her, she steps back.* Uh... *obviously surprised and uncomfortable* just a friend. *which is more than she needs to tell some weirdo on the street*
[11-21:11] e29, Ryan Greggs: *He smiles at her entrancing, his black eyes alluring, anymortal would just want to fall into his arms.. that was his Charm.* Oh, just a pissed off friend huh.
[11-21:12] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((brb. need to run a cd upstairs for a friend to borrow))
[11-21:13] e29, Ryan Greggs: (k)
[11-21:15] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (k)
[11-21:16] e29, Ryan Greggs: (yay)
[11-21:16] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *and that pull surprises her, since she's pretty resiliant to charming men* Yeah. I guess it seems that way.
[11-21:19] e29, Ryan Greggs: Well he'll cool down.* he stands just barely a pace from her, smiling the Charm like no human, his dirty blond hair falling in his eyes some.* Until then, you want a drink?
[11-21:20] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *doesn't even hesitate to accept with a nod, even though her mind is screaming to decline*
[11-21:20] JOIN: Squirrel has entered.
[11-21:20] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((Ska-wirrrlie *snuggle*)
[11-21:21] e29, Ryan Greggs: Good, I'm glad I've found a drinking... buddy* he places a light hand on her back, maybe a one stroke massage, directing her the direction of his place actually.... until shes inside, heh she won't object*
[11-21:22] e20, *Squirrel: *Snugs da Envy*
[11-21:23] e29, Ryan Greggs: (*feels unsnugged*)
[11-21:24] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((*snuggles her little tulip*))
[11-21:24] e29, Ryan Greggs: (*purrs*)
[11-21:24] e20, *Squirrel: *Nods in approval*
[11-21:26] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *but, she's not stupid* The bar is back that way. *points over her shoulder and starts to turn. maybe he's just all backwards*
[11-21:28] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he grins and starts going that way.. hmm might as well.* ahh yes, thank you I'm recent in the area.. *he says, lying through his fangs*
[11-21:30] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : You don't seem like you belong in this area. *reaches up to pull her the band from her ponytai, freeing her hair*
[11-21:32] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he watches her from the corner of his black eyes...* yeah, people stick out.* when at the bar he opens the door for her, gentlemanly*
[11-21:34] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *isn't even thinking about the customers, or what they thought of the scene before when she walks in... or if he'll notice that there is no bartender*
[11-21:35] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he does notice but just moves behind the bar.* what do you like?
[11-21:37] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : I *what does she like? What in the hell is wrong with her all of a sudden?* don't... know
[11-21:38] e29, Ryan Greggs: *He laughs* hmm.... * he goes about and Makes a Screaming Orgasm... then puts it before her.* here you might like this
[11-21:38] JOIN: Wesker has entered.
[11-21:40] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she doesn't even question what it is. She just picks it up and takes a drink* It's pretty good. *her hands are shaking, so she puts the glass down quickly before he notices*
[11-21:41] e29, Ryan Greggs: *He smiles.* Screaming Orgasms are ususally.* He gets some whiskey and takes a shot then grins.*
[11-21:43] e20, *Squirrel: Sly and with a sexual undertone...I love it
[11-21:43] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *momentarily gets her senses back, just some remnants* Hey, I have to go. I'm really beat. Thanks for the drink. *takes one final sip*
[11-21:43] e29, Ryan Greggs: (*bows* thank you, thak you)
[11-21:43] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (yeah. maybe you and the three other lurkers should come do some rp of your own)
[11-21:44] fda, ºmoth: *Eyes Envy.*
[11-21:44] fda, ºmoth: I'll play once I finish my Bane Mummy.
[11-21:44] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (and pic test)
[11-21:44] JOIN: moth has entered.
[11-21:45] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((mummy... you're so cool, Mothy. )
[11-21:45] e29, Ryan Greggs: *He looks surprised, and kicks his Charm back into gear.* then let me walk with you. * its sometihng she couldn't refuse if she wanted too.*
[11-21:45] fda, ºmoth: Have I not showed you my other Mummy character profile?
[11-21:46] e29, Ryan Greggs: (*loves Kailynns pic*)
[11-21:46] fda, ºmoth: Have I not showed you my other Mummy character profile?
[11-21:46] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((you have. I was just reminded of it and your radness))
[11-21:47] e20, *Squirrel: I don't have a whole lot to RP and I'm just...I don't know...
[11-21:48] e29, Ryan Greggs: (rp blocked?)
[11-21:48] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Sure *blinks when that comes out of her mouth, since she'd meant to decline, but her mouth just is not cooperating with her brain tonight*
[11-21:50] e20, *Squirrel: I guess you could say that, not sure if there's any other way to describe it.
[11-21:50] e29, Ryan Greggs: good. *he leaves the amount of money for the drinks on the table and walks with her to the door and out, after she has gathered anything she has there*
[11-21:54] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *now, she picks up her jacket and her purse before heading out and towards her place.... dangerous dangerous, but it just doesn't seem that way.*
[11-22:02] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((mothy, you still lurkin'?))
[11-22:03] fda, ºmoth: Of course.
[11-22:04] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((wanna switch on your AIM for me? pahpahpahpaleeeeeze?))
[11-22:05] JOIN: Harmonia has entered.
[11-22:08] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (yay! harmonia! *huggle*))
[11-22:08] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he walks with her, easy, smooth nice... seeming totally normal and nice... Charm you work wonders.*
[11-22:09] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : You said you're new to the city. Where are you from? *questions? personal questions? why in the hell is she asking those?*
[11-22:09] 6d5, *Harmonia: ((*is huggled and huggles back* Hey you, how are you?)))
[11-22:11] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((good!))
[11-22:12] e29, Ryan Greggs: All over really, born in London and raised in Raleigh North Carolina.. *About 80 years ago, he thinks* How about you?
[11-22:14] 6d5, *Harmonia: ((*ponders rping*))
[11-22:14] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((DO IT! *gets all tickled*)
[11-22:15] 46c, *Wesker: ((hello))
[11-22:17] 6d5, *Harmonia: ((*pokes Wesker* Hey you.)) *Steps into her bar and looks around. She smiles and moves to take a place at the bar, looking over at Ryan and then to Kailynn*
[11-22:19] 46c, *Wesker: ((so harmonia shall we rp?))
[11-22:19] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : I'm from New Jersey. I came here for college. *sticks her hands in the pockets of her jacket, just letting the words run out*
[11-22:21] 6d5, *Harmonia: ((feel free to come into the bar))
[11-22:21] e29, Ryan Greggs: What do you study? I myself have been taking Photography as of late.
[11-22:22] 46c, *Wesker: ((remember i have to be invited into places when i arrive...brb))
[11-22:23] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *blinks... several times* I was a photography major.
[11-22:24] e29, Ryan Greggs: oh? *he does seem surprised by this some, but also very pleased.* 'was', so you aren't still?
[11-22:26] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : It's an expensive major.
[11-22:28] 46c, *Wesker: *runs trough the streets of L.A hitting downtown broadway past the winos and bag ladys the all to familiar scent of the bar is in the air*
[11-22:29] e29, Ryan Greggs: yes, so it is.* he says, wondering exactly where her apartment is, thinking this will be rather fun, someone he can toy with, who sorta likes the same things he does.*
[11-22:30] 6d5, *Harmonia : *will sit by the bar, just watching the patrons that are there, happy to have the night off for once*
[11-22:32] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *her apartment is in the nicer part of town... very nice, actually. In fact, it's not a typical apartment at all, but a house. She walks up the porch and jingles her keys* Do you want to come in. I have some tea and... that's about it.
[11-22:33] 46c, *Wesker: *walks past the window fixing his cuffs he turns to the door letting a smile appear on his face* ~let me in~
[11-22:34] 6d5, *Harmonia : *smiles slightly and nods* ~Come on in~
[11-22:35] e29, Ryan Greggs: *He smiles* thank you, I love.. tea it's so soothing.* he holds the door open for her after she opens it, then follows her.*
[11-22:35] e29, Ryan Greggs: (*test*)
[11-22:36] 46c, *Wesker: *opens the door proceding to the bar*
[11-22:39] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *walks in the door to her house, terribly embarrassed at the state of her place... after all, she did just move in. Normally, she woudln't worry about it, or even give it a second thought* I.. oh, I'm so sorry about the mess. I just moved in today.
[11-22:39] 6d5, *Harmonia : *will smile at Wesker* How are you?
[11-22:40] e29, Ryan Greggs: Oh believe me mine is much worse. *he reasures her, giving her back a gentle one stroke massage thingy*
[11-22:42] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *which she leans back into. She's shocked at her own actions, but can't find will to stop them* I don't believe that.
[11-22:44] e29, Ryan Greggs: Well you should.* he says, voice something out of a male phone sex comercial* hm you seem tense.* he mumbles, hands on her shoulders suddenly.. how'd that get there so quick?*
[11-22:47] 46c, *Wesker: *smiles at harmonia focusing on her eyes* rather well for once, ive been hunting the lot of animals
[11-22:48] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *shrugs her jacket off... massages are no good over a jacket* I guess that I am. *leans back even further, her head rolling forward as her eyes close... obviously enjoying the moment*
[11-22:48] 6d5, *Harmonia : *nods* Well that is always a good thing to hear. I finally have a night off of work, kinda scary
[11-22:50] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he moves her jacket to some rack or such and continues his massage, flexing soft but strong fingers on her neck and shoulders, then between her shoulder blades, enjoying her ereation.*
[11-22:50] e29, Ryan Greggs: reaction*^
[11-22:50] 46c, *Wesker: why would that be scary? a night off is something to be happy for
[11-22:53] 6d5, *Harmonia : I know, I just can't remember the last night that I wasn't working here
[11-22:55] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she jumps and her eyes fly open as the the sound of her ringing phone pulls her back to reality. She just stands there frozen for a few seconds, trying to get a grasp on what is going on*
[11-22:55] 46c, *Wesker: *sits at the bar and orders a scotch* how long ago was it?
[11-22:57] 6d5, *Harmonia : *Thinks for a moment and shrugs* I'd say at leat a little over 5 years ago
[11-22:58] e29, Ryan Greggs: *oh shit, he thinks, this might as well be the time. He suddenly grabs ahold of her, both arms around her so she couldn't move, then takes her off into the bedroom... strong as hell and tright gripped*
[11-22:59] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *doesn't have much choice now, does she?* (bed time. I'm one dead tired kid *passes out kisses* night all))
[11-23:01] e29, Ryan Greggs: (*waves and molests Kailynn all the while*)
[11-23:01] fda, ºMariasha Chione: (*Profile test, though it's clearly still incomplete.*)
[11-23:01] EXIT: Kailynn Benson has left the chat ( 8:59pm, November 11 (CST) ).
[11-23:01] 46c, *Wesker: i need a vacation.
[11-23:02] 46c, *Wesker: *takes harmonis hand* do u ever wish to leave this?
[11-23:03] 6d5, *Harmonia : *will blink at him taking her hand and smile* Occasionally
[11-23:04] 46c, *Wesker: what makes you stay?. these walls would drive me insane my world is much different from yours but i could never setle down
[11-23:05] 6d5, *Harmonia : The people here and knowing that this is all I have left of my family. Kind of sentimental value I would say
[11-23:08] 46c, *Wesker: *holds his amulet* i understand
[11-23:09] 46c, *Wesker: centimental value is the world
[11-23:11] 46c, *Wesker: i would give my eternal life to know who made me
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[11-23:12] 37b, *Seiko Aida: (*looks in*)
[11-23:14] 6d5, *Harmonia : I'm pretty sure you'll find the person that made you soon enough. I have given up on finding the one that made me
[11-23:17] fda, ºMariasha Chione: (*Eyes the sudden silence.*)
[11-23:17] 6d5, *Harmonia : ((*pokes Mariasha* You can join in))
[11-23:17] 37b, *Seiko Aida: (o.o; )
[11-23:19] 6d5, *Harmonia : ((*pokes Seiko* You too))
[11-23:20] 46c, *Wesker: harmonia can i ask you one thing?
[11-23:20] 37b, *Seiko Aida: ((what are ye doing ic?)
[11-23:21] fda, ºmoth: *..doubts you would want Mariasha IC.*
[11-23:22] 6d5, *Harmonia : ((talking with Wesker right now)) *looks at him* Of course. Go ahead
[11-23:23] 46c, *Wesker: what keeps your from going mad?
[11-23:26] 6d5, *Harmonia : I do not know. I guess I just try and keep sane and it seems to work
[11-23:27] 46c, *Wesker: the only thing that keeps me sane is my journal *produces a leather bound journal*
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[11-23:29] 46c, *Wesker: my life is in these pages every death murder and act i have ever done
[11-23:31] 46c, *Wesker: *losens his cuffs taking his sunglases off his bright blue eyes shine trough* no ones ever read a thing within here ...
[11-23:34] 46c, *Wesker: ((picks up the davinci code and waits for any responce...i love this book))
[11-23:35] 6d5, *Harmonia : *she looks at the journal and then to him* Then that is something that you must cherish
[11-23:36] 46c, *Wesker: *shrugs* i can recall each event in perfect detail but somehow i find comfort in the written word...pain can be felt so much trough words...
[11-23:38] 6d5, *Harmonia : That is how some people deal with the pain
[11-23:39] 46c, *Wesker: this is the first entry i made that marked my new lifes *hands harmonia the book opend to the first page* ............I stand across the street under the light of a post cloaked by the darkness of my passion my time is short her life is mine taken by me in the shadows of the night the screams that went unheard the broken inocence that was left in the street and the deep pain in my heart for what i did for what i could not control for what had to be done to keep and to loose my sanaty
[11-23:40] 46c, *Wesker: ((side note i wrote that like a few months ago))
[11-23:41] 6d5, *Harmonia : ((good writing)) *will look at the page and look up at him* Wow...
[11-23:43] 46c, *Wesker: ((im my chat room i have my stuff posted)) *looks at harmonias expresion*..you dont like it do you ..*takes the book and tucks it into his coat pocket*..no one understands
[11-23:46] 46c, *Wesker: *looks around* how odd were alone again ...this scenes repeated itself many times for us..cruel faith might be trying to tell us something ..*thinks his life as a death bringer will end this lovely girls undead life*
[11-23:49] 6d5, *Harmonia : *looks at him and shakes her head* No, I understand and I liked it. It described what you felt
[11-23:50] 46c, *Wesker: its about my birth mother the only memory i have of her is that
[11-23:51] 6d5, *Harmonia : Wow, that was written beautifully
[11-23:52] 46c, *Wesker: the woman was a sight to be seen porcelin skin scarlet red lips eyes of blue that would put the oceans to shame...but in the end i was the one to end that life
[11-23:53] 6d5, *Harmonia : Can I ask why?
[11-23:56] 46c, *Wesker: because she was the one who left me with the one who made me..as a offering but somehow my maker fell in love with me and blessed me with this dark gift...my birth mother never told me who it was in a blind rage i riped her troath out and drank her flowing blood till the last heart beat untill that very last second in her life she knew she was dead
[11-23:58] 6d5, *Harmonia : *blinks at this* I never knew that. Wow
[11-23:59] 46c, *Wesker: *actually feels some feeling close to shame* im not proud of what ive done nor do i regret anything
[12-00:00] 46c, *Wesker: i was here to take your life to harmonia but with every encouter i have with you..i find it harder to do
[12-00:00] 6d5, *Harmonia : Then you should be somewhat at peace, not as torn as you are
[12-00:00] 6d5, *Harmonia : *blinks at this* You were to take my life? Why?
[12-00:02] 46c, *Wesker: *gives a litle laugh* i do not know but i was sent here by some other power that willed me to come and do so..
[12-00:04] 46c, *Wesker: *lunges at harmonia knocking her to the floor and pining her arms his eyes shine a bright neon blue his smile exposes the sharp vampiric fangs*
[12-00:06] 6d5, *Harmonia : *is all of a sudden on the floor and she will be looking up at him, her arms pinned to the floor. She will narrow her eyes at him and will try to struggle free, her vampire powers kicking into gear and it being harder for him to hold her arms down* Let me up
[12-00:09] 46c, *Wesker: *puts more force upon harmonia sinking his fingers into the cemented floor to aid in her detainment..in a somewhat calm and tired voice he speaks*...it pains me to do this to you my dear ....your smile is somethin i will miss forever...*unhinging his fangs he stops and jumps into the air landing in a crouch 30 feet away*...~i cant do it i cant~
[12-00:13] 46c, *Wesker: *watches harmonia get up slowly and stands there*
[12-00:14] 6d5, *Harmonia : *she will bare her fangs and get up, looking at him, her eyes blue and her breathing heavier* What was that?
[12-00:16] 46c, *Wesker: *looks at harmonias fangs her posture changing to that of a agresive liones*...that my dear is me saving your life
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[12-00:18] 6d5, *Harmonia : *She stands there, ready for him to jump again at her* You almost killed me
[12-00:20] Wesker pulls out masamune sword and takes his position ....."dont do anything hasty ive trained for 200 years with this same sword....i almost killed you but i didnt besides you cant kill the dead...be gratefull i did not feast upon your eyes and dry my hands on your golden hair
[12-00:21] 6d5, *Harmonia : *looks at him and stands there, eyeing the sword* I do not wish to fight you
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[12-00:24] 46c, *Wesker: *blood tears roll down his eyes* neither do i harmonia...but i dont know y i saw u one night from across the world in my vision
[12-00:25] 46c, *Wesker: *hooks the sword back in* harmonia i do not want to fight u but i only get visions of those i must elimanate but you....i doubt you are one of those ...
[12-00:28] 6d5, *Harmonia : I do not know why either. That doesn't make me feel any better
[12-00:29] 46c, *Wesker: harmonia remember the first time i met u i told u i was here to kill u..
[12-00:31] 6d5, *Harmonia : I remember that
[12-00:31] 46c, *Wesker: i trusted u with my amulet witch no other has held ...i see you as a wonderfull enigma that is y i do not know what to do with or to you
[12-00:33] 46c, *Wesker: harmonia please forgive me i do not wish to harm you
[12-00:34] 6d5, *Harmonia : I forgive you. But I wish I could help you
[12-00:34] 46c, *Wesker: i might even.....*bites his touge in mid sentence feling some blood trickle down into his throat*...~you look so much like her i wish you to be her~
[12-00:36] 6d5, *Harmonia : *looks at him sighs* You can tell me
[12-00:37] 46c, *Wesker: *whispers out* i hate telepaths ,,,,,,,,you look like one time companion in tmy prior life and for a short time in this life....your features are so similar i can bring no pain to you out of fear that you might be her,,,,*blood tears flow slowly from the corners of his eyes*
[12-00:40] 6d5, *Harmonia : ((I have to go, can we pause or fade?))
[12-00:42] 46c, *Wesker: ((sure u do it though))
[12-00:43] 46c, *Wesker: ((i need to get ready for anthropology tomorrow....oi i hate college))
[12-00:45] 6d5, *Harmonia : ((Same here, night you))
[12-00:46] 6d5, *Harmonia : *they talk about different things from the past Fade*
[12-00:46] 46c, *Wesker: ((FIN!))
[12-00:47] 46c, *Wesker: ((well im outta here gotta see a man about a telescope clear skys tonight))
[12-00:47] EXIT: Wesker has left the chat ( 10:47pm, November 11 (CST) ).
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[12-06:45] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *flops some where in the room and sighs*
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[12-07:42] NICK: Summer Richards changed nick to Cecile DeMornay.
[12-07:42] EXIT: Cecile DeMornay has left the chat ( 5:42am, November 12 (CST) ).
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[12-07:44] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: (*prods the lurker* Come out, come out.
[12-07:47] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *stretches and yawns*Hey Cec lass how are ye?*points to being ooc*I'm just waking. I feel asleep at the keyboard again
[12-07:52] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: *giggles and gives g`morning licks* I`m wonderful, thank you for asking! Happy dreams, I hope?
[12-07:53] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *huggles an lick back*Not really I feel asleep angry at me g/f
[12-07:54] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: That`s never good. Been falling asleep angry at my hubby as of late.
[12-07:57] 09c, *Caine Lupas: Ahh someone to sympothize*hugs*
[12-07:59] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: *snuggles* Sorry, the baby woke up. He snoozes again.
[12-08:03] 09c, *Caine Lupas: Hmmm.brb need to got check mine.*pulls into lap for snuggling*
[12-08:05] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: *snuggles and kisses all over*
[12-08:07] 09c, *Caine Lupas: ish back*mixes the letters of his last post so they make the right words*Careful the g/f might get insulted*licks from head to whereever*
[12-08:09] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: *wiggles and giggles* You`re a doll.
[12-08:09] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: My kid just said `Goodmorning`... you know, `Grrrharloughphflels`. I don`t think I could love him more.
[12-08:12] 143, ºCecile DeMornay: I`ve got to be off. The hubby`s relatives come a`visiting today, and I have to try and get this place cleaned around a wiggling, babbling little boy. Hopefully catch you tonight! Loves!
[12-08:13] 09c, *Caine Lupas: When he really 'meets' his first girl, ye'll love him even more,an want to beat he girl cuz she's his first heart break. An no I'm not a doll, I'm more like a fur rug. I just lay where I end up getting tossed*refers to drinking*
[12-08:22] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *pokes*Helloo?Me thinks her comp made her go poof.
[12-08:28] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *flops back onto the floor somewhere other than were he had been*
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[12-10:06] ef1, ºCecile DeMornay: *ruffles around for something to throw at Caine, to wake him up. Ah! Cast-iron frying pan. Aimes, and throws, giving a warning call* Watch your head there, aye?
[12-10:55] JOIN: Cecile DeMornay has entered.
[12-10:57] ef1, ºCecile DeMornay: As for that meeting his first girl, thing ... yeah, I`ll have a knife and a gun at the ready. I AM a girl. I know what we`re like. *nodnod* She`ll pay, she will. My husband thinks I`m crazy. I told him he`d be crazy too, if he had a little girl. I just planted the image of something of his loins lying spreadeagled for some random guy, and he shut up. Heh.
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[12-12:19] MSG: Caine Lupas sent a message to Cecile Demornay.
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[12-13:37] 09c, *Caine Lupas: Hellooo?
[12-13:38] EXIT: Caine Lupas has left the chat ( 11:37am, November 12 (CST) ).
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[12-16:35] JOIN: Sam Andrews has entered.
[12-16:38] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((pic check))
[12-16:43] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((*waits around for a bit*))
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[12-17:11] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((*peers again*))
[12-18:01] 9b9, ºEnvy: bah. bah I say
[12-18:14] 9b9, ºEnvy: pic test
[12-18:17] 9b9, ºEnvy: www.t-c-r.net
[12-18:18] Chat cleared by Envy.
[12-18:44] JOIN: Cecile DeMornay has entered.
[12-18:47] 9b9, ºEnvy: *snuggles Cecile*
[12-18:54] JOIN: Cecile DeMornay has entered.
[12-18:57] ef1, ºCecile DeMornay: (*flits about, prodding shadows for Caine and others*)
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[12-20:04] f77, *Saven Rahyn: (*peekies*)
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[12-22:10] aa7, *Caine Lupas: (*poof*I home,anyone in?)
[12-22:17] aa7, *Caine Lupas: *goes back to laying prone like on the floor*
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[13-01:04] 09c, *Caine Lupas: (*pokes about for his lovely girls*)
[13-01:05] fda, ºmoth: I doubt I'm the one you're looking for. *L*
[13-01:06] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *l*Hey moth
[13-01:07] fda, ºmoth: Hey. *Waves.*
[13-01:09] 09c, *Caine Lupas: I was just seeing if Cecile,Envy,or Nicola were in.
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[13-01:23] fda, ºmoth: *Waves to Ariel.*
[13-01:23] 2f2, Ariel: (.::wishes Envy was around, too::. Hmph.)
[13-01:24] 2f2, Ariel: (.::wiggles her fingers at moth::. hi.)
[13-01:25] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *plops on to the floor*Hey moth do yoe need to test run that hunter ye 'ave?
[13-01:25] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *ye
[13-01:28] fda, ºJuden Sores : (He's actually paused with 'Cecile' at the moment.)
[13-01:29] 09c, *Caine Lupas: Ahh. Okay will brb
[13-01:32] fda, ºJuden Sores : (*Ponders playing around the pause.*)
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[13-01:34] 2f2, Sylvie: (So, there's no "main" area-- just play wherever?)
[13-01:35] fda, ºmoth: No, you can play anywhere in L.A. that you'd like. There are a few clubs and other establishments discussed on the board however.
[13-01:36] 09c, *Alton Wraith : *stretches as he rises from his sleep.Slipping out of bed he quickly dresses and heads down to the BtD*
[13-01:41] 09c, *Alton Wraith : ((Speaking of what's disscussed,Envy sent me an e-mail that should of gone to Celeste. Did she tell you about the new room?))
[13-01:42] 2f2, Sylvie: .::wakes up on the floor of a room located on the 17th floor of the 'Sundance Suites' hotel. She sits up slowly, slouching her tiny shoulders, lifting slender hands to rub the sleep out of her eyes, before giving her surroundings a slow once-over; what had she done the night before...?::.
[13-01:44] fda, ºmoth: Nope.
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[13-01:45] 09c, *Alton Wraith : ((Read the establisments thread))
[13-01:50] fda, ºmoth: *Considers remaking all of the buttons.*
[13-01:55] 09c, *Alton Wraith : *finding his self rather hungery he grabs someone as he walks down to the bar feeding from them in a rather revealing manner not giving a care i the world cuz he uses his tranquilis in a smart manner.*
[13-02:04] fda, ºMariasha Nefertari: (*Test.*)
[13-02:06] 09c, *Alton Wraith : *droping the body of the now dead druggie off in an alley near the BtD he walks around the corner wishing that it hadn't been a heorine addict that he grabed*he walks into the bar eyes looking casually around.He takes a seat and orders a double martini hold the olive add the blood.(Nice pic)*
[13-02:10] fda, ºMariasha Nefertari: (Thank you.)
[13-02:12] 09c, *Alton Wraith : (You're welcome.)
[13-02:17] 09c, *Alton Wraith : (Once again you are applauded for you craftsmanship in building a profile)
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[13-04:29] 7be, *Wesker: (brb)
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[13-04:33] aff, Shana: hi
[13-04:34] fda, ºmoth: Hey.
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[13-04:36] fda, ºMariasha Nefertari: (*Profile test.*)
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[13-04:38] fda, ºmoth: *Peers at the Urchin.*
[13-04:41] 07c, Street Urchin: (sorry, lost my password)
[13-04:41] fda, ºmoth: What's your handle?
[13-04:42] MSG: Street Urchin sent a message to Moth.
[13-04:44] fda, ºmoth: Do you have AIM so I can send you your new password?
[13-04:45] MSG: Street Urchin sent a message to Moth.
[13-04:48] 7be, *Wesker: (??)
[13-04:49] fda, ºmoth: What? *Eyes Wesker.*
[13-04:50] 07c, Street Urchin: danke, moth, see you around
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[13-04:50] 7be, *Wesker: ((no nothing srry))
[13-05:02] EXIT: moth has left the chat ( Bed. ).
[13-11:31] 9b9, ºEnvy: What? I didn't send anybody any e-mail about a new room. I haven't even thought about a new room. What in the world?
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[13-17:36] fda, ºmoth: *Waves to Celeste.* Hello.
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[13-17:37] 09c, *Celeste McCoh : *waves to moth*Hello Moth. how are you?
[13-17:37] fda, ºmoth: I'm good, how're you?
[13-17:38] 09c, *Celeste McCoh: I'm okay, it's been a long day. What's with all the buttons?
[13-17:47] fda, ºmoth: Hmm?
[13-17:47] fda, ºmoth: *..doesn't see anything wrong with them.*
[13-17:47] fda, ºmoth: *Eyes the clock and heads out.*
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[13-17:49] 09c, *Celeste McCoh: They all look broken.The Undo,Members, and messages.Oh,he Moth Alton never got the e-mail got got in to my mailboxand Envy said she'd THINK about it..
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[13-19:42] b27, ºCecile DeMornay: *pops in long enough to wave, kiss, and hug. Likely won`t be on for extended play for a few days; hubby got new game, is obsessed. Is too good of a person to kick his ass off. Loves and misses terribly!*
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[14-02:19] 09c, *Celeste McCoh: ((hello))
[14-02:19] e29, *Saven Rahyn: ((ello))
[14-02:24] 09c, *Celeste McCoh : *sauntering into the BtD he slips on to a bar stool and half assed sets her gaze around the room*
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[14-02:31] fda, ºmoth: *Apologizes to Celeste for having to head out so quickly today.*
[14-02:32] 09c, *Celeste McCoh: *Asking the bartender for a double vodka martini with a twist of lemon she sits backk to relax before work(It's okay mothy)*
[14-02:43] 09c, *Celeste McCoh: ((Anyone up for rp?))
[14-02:49] e29, *Saven Rahyn: (*makes people listen to After The Ball from ampcast.com/deadpoetssociety )
[14-02:53] fda, ºmoth: *Listens.*
[14-02:59] e29, *Saven Rahyn: (*grins*))
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[14-15:56] 9b9, ºEnvy: BBL
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[14-19:07] 9b9, ºEnvy: *pokes Mothy* I'm not really bbl. I posted that hours ago
[14-19:08] fda, ºmoth: *Nods.* I know.
[14-19:09] 9b9, ºEnvy: Of course. Why wouldn't you?
[14-20:05] 9b9, ºEnvy: duh duh dum dum DUUUUUM *chills and sketches*
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[14-20:10] aa7, Lurky: -pokes about*
[14-20:11] 9b9, ºEnvy: *pokes back*
[14-20:12] aa7, Lurky: *stumbles*Careful I'm Fragile.*hugs the Envy*How's you?
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[14-20:13] 9b9, ºEnvy: oh you know. fabulous as always.
[14-20:15] e29, *Gian Rogue: (*tackles envy*)
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[14-20:16] aa7, *Caine Lupas: So you sleep much lately?
[14-20:17] 9b9, ºEnvy: yeah. I haven't been able to stay awake all day.
[14-20:19] fda, ºmoth: *Tackles Gian.*
[14-20:19] aa7, *Caine Lupas: *lol*So back on schedule then? And lots of stress from classes*sighs*
[14-20:20] aa7, *Caine Lupas: *pokes Moth*
[14-20:20] e29, *Gian Rogue: (*acks*)
[14-20:20] 9b9, ºEnvy: I blew off my photography project today to sleep, so I'll probably be in the dark room till the wee hours of tuesday morning, but I'll be happy tomorrow when I've gotten sleep, at least.
[14-20:21] fda, ºmoth: *..poked for some reason.*
[14-20:21] e29, *Gian Rogue: (*jumps moth*)
[14-20:22] 9b9, ºEnvy: *gives Mothy a safe-T pop and a twix for being so brave during the jabbing*
[14-20:22] fda, ºmoth: *..dodges the jumping.*
[14-20:22] fda, ºmoth: *Eats his safe-T pop.*
[14-20:23] e29, *Gian Rogue: *grabs moths leg*
[14-20:23] aa7, *Caine Lupas: tsk tsk tsk...I can't say nuch I've blown off classes the last two days to sleep*goes on random poking spree*
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[14-20:24] 9b9, ºEnvy: class I go to, it's the 40 hours a week outside of class time that I'm supposed to be putting into them is where I'm lacking.
[14-20:25] 9b9, ºEnvy: *puts on her Admin hat* NOW! all of you get IC now... right now. do it.
[14-20:25] e29, *Gian Rogue: *makes envy do it first*)
[14-20:25] fda, ºmoth: Envy..I love you, but you scare me sometimes.
[14-20:26] fda, ºmoth: Envy..I love you, but you scare me sometimes.
[14-20:26] e29, *Gian Rogue: I know isn't it great that she does?)
[14-20:28] 9b9, ºEnvy: (*is scary, that's why... to scare you into submission*)
[14-20:28] aa7, *Caine Lupas: *cringes from site of the Admin hat and sticks out tounge*
[14-20:33] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *wanders around, about the time that she should be at work. But she's not thinking about work. She's not thinking about much of anything that she should be, like... changing out of her clothes from yesterday, or brushing her hair. She looks like she escaped from a mental asylum. Though, this being the city that it is, the only people that giver her even a sideways glance are the ones looking to take her purse, but unfortunately for them, she certainly didn't think to pick that up before she left her house*
[14-20:34] NICK: Gian Rogue changed nick to Ryan Greggs.
[14-20:34] e29, Ryan Greggs: (*test*)
[14-20:36] aa7, *Caine Lupas 
: *sliping IC he finds himself once again back at the park of his turning point in unlife.Looking at what ruin is left over from the city cleaning up the mess left by that grusome battle not sure if he should go back to the clan or make his way through unlife as Antitribue,uncertain of what he should do now he takes to the streets*
[14-20:36] e29, Ryan Greggs: *and he waits, in the shadows, having raped and taken her blood he felt her in him, it was like another persons mind in his... they were linked.... he knew her thoughts and now.. everything about her.*
[14-20:41] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *and since she's not thinking about her surroundings and just doing on instinct, she starts to get into the worse part of town, toward the Burning Bush. Her eyes are only half open, arms wrapped around herself. But her one track mind is completely racing*
[14-20:42] fda, ºMariasha Nefertari: (*Peers.*)
[14-20:43] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (*puuuuulllls the lurkers in*)
[14-20:44] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he walks in the shadows his eyes continually on her, and finally as they near the lovelier part of town he steps out of the darkness, letting himself be known*
[14-20:46] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *stops, even taking a step back. Her eyes open all the way, as if she's just waking up* I... was just thinking about you.
[14-20:49] aa7, *Caine Lupas : *wandering the streets he looks at his surrounddings wondering what made him want to leave The Black Hand in the first place and why he now feels the need to return to his clan,knowing that either the'll welcome him back or destroy him Not careing what happen to him now as he feels the emptiness of being seperated from what he knows an has known for the last severa lhundred years.Making his way to the BB as is it almost time for him to start his shift his thinks back to the most recent incident they had an wishes he dinna have to fire one of the best men on his crew.He's gald he started a work crew,it reminds him of his old pack in a smsall way.Muttering to himself as he walks into the BB he moves to the back room to shed his guns an perpare for his shift*
[14-20:49] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he smiles to her its a sadists grin, but to her it seems kind. sooo interested in her.* I was tihnking of you...
[14-20:53] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *and she smiles, a smile that reaches up and brightens her eyes... so pitifully falling for it* You were?
[14-20:54] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he nods, reaching out a hand, smoothing her hair.* I couldn't stop... I had to see you
[14-20:57] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : You did? *if she were more with it, she'd kick her own ass for sounding so stupid, but she doesn't even notice* You weren't there when I woke up, so I've been looking for you.
[14-20:59] e29, Ryan Greggs: I had work, and had to rush......... sorry for not writing a note.... *he puts his arm around her shoulders* so what are you doing in this part of town?
[14-21:01] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Just... well, I really don't know. I was going to work, but I don't work down here.
[14-21:02] e29, Ryan Greggs: well, why don't we get you where you are suposed to go? *he says, guiding her back the way she'd come*
[14-21:03] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *goes more than willingly* I don't really have to be anywhere.
[14-21:06] e29, Ryan Greggs: oh? then would you like to go home?
[14-21:06] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Is that were you want to go? *so eager to please, like a child*
[14-21:07] aa7, *Caine Lupas : *dpositing both his berretas' in his personal safety lock box he puts on the hidden two way set an does a crew check almost forgetting he fired a guy last week.Half assed wishing Jihan would hurry up and find a replacement for him, he walks out on to the flooras one of the girls end an come off the stage moving right past him to the back room,making small convo he gathers that the room is pretty dossile tonight and decides he just sit in a corner cuz to old men really just sit,watch and leave.And slips in his NPC cuz the kid is up*
[14-21:08] e29, Ryan Greggs: only if you wish my dearest Kailynn.* he says, his voice soooo smooth*
[14-21:10] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *now, she notices her appearance. Her only thoughts before were him, and now that he's here, it's how to please him... and she can't possibly be doing him any justice looking like this* I... yes. for a few minutes at least so that I can get a little more presentable.
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[14-21:20] aa7, *Caine Lupas : (*waves to all *I'll see you guys later*hugs to those that want them.An with a poof he's gone*)
[14-21:20] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (*huggle Caine* bye!)
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[14-21:30] e29, Ryan Greggs: you look fine, but of course.. *he smiles, charming, kind, considerate. uh huh*
[14-21:32] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she just feels so tired, but her eyes are bright now in his presence. She leans her head on his shoulder for a moment, until it gets too difficult for her to walk that way* What were you doing just now? Were you on your way somewhere?
[14-21:33] e29, Ryan Greggs: yes, I was looking for you *is all he says.* you werent home...*he says, acting as if he'd gone there first*
[14-21:34] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *but she so buys it! How could she have left when he could have come?* I'm sorry! I... I got restless.
[14-21:36] e29, Ryan Greggs: oh love, it's alright, you don't need to explain that to me. I know how restless one can get when cooped up
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[14-21:39] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *love? did she hear him right? She doesn't want to ask for fear that she didn't*
[14-21:41] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((*worships the pic of shirley manson, then proceeds to lurk and stuff*))
[14-21:41] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((yo yo, Sam! long time no see))
[14-21:41] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((*also worships Ms. Shirley*)
[14-21:42] fda, ºmoth: *Lurks with Mel.*
[14-21:43] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((*tackles the moth, thinks he needs to bring in someone to entertain my ADD character*))
[14-21:43] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((you dirty bastard lurkers *shakes a fist*))
[14-21:43] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((*then waves to all, thinks she has add tonight*))
[14-21:44] e29, Ryan Greggs: *just continues walking with her*
[14-21:48] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : I had a great time, last night. *actually blushes... this girl probably hasn't blushed in a good ten years*
[14-21:51] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he smiles, tilting his head slighlty and giving her a slight kiss as they walk.* so did I
[14-21:53] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((*lurksies, lurksies, lurksies*))
[14-21:53] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((you can come bug us. we're not being exclusive... if Moth is too snooty, that is))
[14-21:55] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Would you like to go out? I know a good club if your into that kind of thing. *subtly holds her breath until he answers*
[14-21:56] e29, Ryan Greggs: whatever you'd like dearest. * he says sweetly*
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[14-21:57] fda, ºmoth: *Eyes Envy.* The moth is busy. *Nods sagely.*
[14-21:59] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((uh huh.... snooty.)) I think I'd like to go dancing. *opens the gate and walks up the porch to her her house.... she just loves that she has a porch, but she hardly gives it a glance now*
[14-22:01] e20, *Squirrel: I'd RP if I could only figure who and what to do
[14-22:01] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he goes with, closing it for her and gets her keys or such, opening the door for her too.* Well dancing it is then
[14-22:02] e20, *Squirrel: And I just realized that sounded like I'm a complete slut....lol
[14-22:02] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((I bet Sam has great ideas!))
[14-22:04] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *her steps are lighter as she goes through the house, flipping the lights on.* I'll hurry... just, make yourself at home. *and she gets ready in a hurry, not thinking about the job she walked out on, the rent she has to pay, her mother she has to call, or Gian who she's just completely forgotten about*
[14-22:04] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((who me? nahhhhh))
[14-22:05] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((wait, are you calling me a slut? cause if so, you'd be our grand prize winner!))
[14-22:06] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((nah, I'm not that observant))
[14-22:06] e20, *Squirrel: No no no, I'm calling myself a slut
[14-22:06] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he does, going into the living room and setting on the couch.* take your time, we have all night Kailynn.. *he calls..... enjoying her actions so much*
[14-22:07] fca, *Sam Andrews: ((anyway, i think i need to go make up with my boyfriend now...*threw a trash can at him earlier tonight* I'm such a bitch! I love it. Now let's see if he's ready to apologize...*poofies*))
[14-22:08] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((good luck!))
[14-22:09] e20, *Squirrel: Yeah, GL!
[14-22:11] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *but she doesn't take her time. She scurries, washing her hair in the sink and blowdrying it super straight... the whole works takes 15 minutes: the work of a true professional. Then she comes out in a short, black pleated skirt and a black corset with red trim... her old clothes from clubbing in high school, which were her first outfits at the strip club* Ok... Sorry to keep you waiting.
[14-22:14] e29, Ryan Greggs: *he gives a light whistle* hmm you look beautiful.* he says, wondering if shes noticed all the bruises on her body, he stands and walks over to her... in taking her hand theres s spark like static and a flush running all over her body.... no one will see the bruises but him... not even her...* so where exactly do you want to go? *he asks, he himself in a black collared shirt and black jeans.... he looks mighty spiffy actually.*
[14-22:16] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she had, and had done her best to cover them with make up. The good kind used for covering tattoos. She grins when the flush goes through her, her voice a little shaky at first* It's not too far... just down the street
[14-22:18] e29, Ryan Greggs: okay then my love, lead the way.* smooth like snake oil one could say.*
[14-22:20] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *and she flushes again, hanging her head down hoping that he won't notice. She picks up her keys and heads out the door* If you don't like it at any time, we can leave.
[14-22:22] e29, Ryan Greggs: I'm sure I'll love it.* he says gently... As long as your mine I'll indulge some.... he thinks*
[14-22:23] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson 
: *gets into the club, yadda yadda. Once inside, she turns to gauge his reaction, ready to leave at any moment that he shows the slightest displeasure*
[14-22:25] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *he seems rather interested, but she'll notice that he looks at the females with interest.... yes..... like their a . meal.... something drags her brain... to do something.... something..*
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[14-22:27] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *jealousy... insecurity, perhaps. She's not used to being with someone who looks at someone else... not used to it at all. She always gets too much attention when she doesn't want it. Momentarily, she frowns, then plasters a smile on and tugs at his hand* Come on. Let's dance
[14-22:28] e29, *Gian Rogue: *And low and behold Gians there, sulky and looking for something to get his mind off Kailynn, when he spots her..... to his dismay, with some dashing.......... vampire.*
[14-22:30] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *he smiles, thats the ticket hun, get jealous .. he tihnks and moves with her, cool hand in her warm one, noting eyes are on him.. but.. not concerned right now*
[14-22:33] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she pulls him onto the dance floor, reaching up and looping her arms around his neck, her eyes lock into his, desperately trying to keep them on her*
[14-22:34] e29, *Gian Rogue: *Gian looks so confused...... but also soooo jealous as he moves past the people to keep an eye on them.... not happy with this... at all.*
[14-22:36] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *Ryan does look at her, for the moment.... as if shes the only female there, but again that changes as he spots Gian..* I see your friend.. is here..* he says, voice silky.... snake like*
[14-22:36] e29, *Gian Rogue: (*test*)
[14-22:38] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : hm? *just follows his gaze, totally unaware... and she's not even worried when she does see him.* Oh. Yeah. He likes this place too. It's where I met him.
[14-22:40] e29, *Ryan Greggs: hmm.. *he turns his eyes back to her, smiling.* hmm you look so lovely.. *he hooks a strand of hair behind her ear.* good enough to eat
[14-22:42] e29, *Gian Rogue: *Gian growls low, with his feline ears, he can hear everything thats said....... God, this wyrm must be using charm to get her, no other way of getting her to look so devoted...... jealous whoot*
[14-22:42] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *and in her ignorant state, she doesn't even think that's a strange thing to say. She just smiles and leans up to kiss him* Thank you*
[14-22:46] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *he dips her and then lets her kiss him, oh how easy it is to mess with humans..... while he kisses her he gives a glance to Gian, winking one of his green eyes.*
[14-22:46] e29, *Ryan Greggs: *he dips her and then lets her kiss him, oh how easy it is to mess with humans..... while he kisses her he gives a glance to Gian, winking one of his green eyes.*
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[14-22:52] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (*and pauses*)
[14-22:52] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (*and pauses*)
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[15-12:23] 617, ArchangelMichael: Hello
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[15-13:48] Chat cleared by moth.
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[15-19:02] 3fc, ºCecile DeMornay: *is lonely, and has dire matters to discuss with Envy. Flits about anxiously*
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[15-19:20] 3fc, ºCecile DeMornay: (*Prods lurker*)
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[15-20:53] e20, *Squirrel: <_< >_>
[15-21:02] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((And this pic is...))
[15-21:02] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Aha...just change this one to another...))
[15-21:03] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Heh, or find another.))
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[15-21:08] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Hello Gian))
[15-21:08] d8f, *Gian Rogue: (*pokes around while lurking*)
[15-21:09] d8f, *Gian Rogue: ('lo)
[15-21:12] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Sup?))
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[15-21:15] e20, *Squirrel: And there's Moth
[15-21:15] d8f, *Gian Rogue: (hmm not much appearently)
[15-21:17] e20, *Squirrel: Heh heh
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[15-21:19] d8f, *Gian Rogue: (*pokes the moth and makes him play on im with her*)
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[15-21:20] aa7, cute-cat-gurl.: im bored
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[15-21:21] e20, *Squirrel: That's..nice...
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[15-21:23] fda, ºmoth: *..will more than likely be free to play later.*
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[15-21:24] f01, ºEnvy: there! I finally typed it all right
[15-21:25] e20, *Squirrel: Woo!
[15-21:25] e20, *Squirrel: Go Envy
[15-21:25] d8f, *Gian Rogue: (*pets her envy*)
[15-21:26] fda, ºmoth: *Prods Saven.* Do you want an OOC handle?
[15-21:27] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *doesn't care*)
[15-21:28] f01, ºEnvy: *just... lurks as crazy eye twitching and chemical damage to the brain won't allow anything*
[15-21:35] f01, ºEnvy: I.... killed the room
[15-21:35] e20, *Squirrel: *cough* *gurgle* *twitch*
[15-21:36] f01, ºEnvy: *pounces on squirrelie and smothers 'im with snuggles*
[15-21:37] e20, *Squirrel: Oomfa! *Blinks* 'Lo Envy *Snugs back*
[15-21:37] f01, ºEnvy: I just need to stay awake.... for one more hour, possibly 2, then I can go home!
[15-21:38] e20, *Squirrel: Cool
[15-21:40] f01, ºEnvy: almost 7 hours in the darkroom. *blink blink* I'm taking a break, waiting for the last of my prints to rinse... then I have to put them on the dryer, and go
[15-21:42] e20, *Squirrel: Coo
[15-21:43] f01, ºEnvy: my friend was just telling this girl a story from like 8 in the morning when I made her oatmeal for breakfast and it made her so happy.... and it seems like it was like 2 days ago
[15-21:44] e20, *Squirrel: Wow...that's a big difference
[15-21:45] f01, ºEnvy: it's been a long day, man.I have a painting due tomorrow too, but fuck it. I'm only human.
[15-21:48] e20, *Squirrel: Exactly
[15-21:48] f01, ºEnvy: anyway. I'm getting IC with Lisha. you can join in if'n you want, or just chill
[15-21:49] Chat cleared by Envy.
[15-21:52] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (pickity)
[15-21:52] d8f, *Gian Rogue: (con) *Gian's brown eyes flash, and the hair on the back of his neck stands. If It weren't for all these people he'd let his nature come out and kill the vampire, but he keeps himself calm and walks over pushing through the people to get to Kailynn, then 'accidentally' bumping into them both*
[15-21:56] f01, *Kailynn Benson : (*just got a back massage!*)*the bump makes her lip smash into Ryan's teeth, splitting it. It doesn't really surprise her, since they are in a club with bouncing ravers. Her hand comes up to cover it, her brows knotting together as she turns around*
[15-21:59] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *Ryan makes sure shes on her feet and all tight, tasting her blood, which turns him predatory very quickly, he turns to Gian.* Looky here..* He lets the words out like a hiss, a warning to Gian and a pleasent sound to Kailynn.*
[15-22:00] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *Gian grins, but its a bare of teeth to Ryan, and he looks at Kailynn.. Worried.* Hello.* He manages out, seeing the blood want in Ryans eyes now.*
[15-22:07] f01, *Kailynn Benson : Hi... what are you doing? *lowers her hand and licks her lip*
[15-22:08] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *Ryan grins.* yeah what are you doing? *he asks, putting his arm around Kailynns shoulder.*
[15-22:10] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *Gian bites any of his killing urges.* Sorry Kailynn, didn't know it was you... these people are so pushy.* he comments, moving a little closer to her, ignoring Ryan.* How are you?
[15-22:11] f01, *Kailynn Benson : I'm fine.... like I was 2 seconds ago.*shakes her head a little* Why do you keep asking me?
[15-22:13] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: Hmm, maybe he's just worried since your not with him.* Ryan says, glaring at Gian now.*
[15-22:16] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *Gian lets out a low growl, not heard over the music or such... He watches Kailynn, able to see past Ryans masque on her, and her own makeups.. the bruises and the bite mark on her neck.* Sorry for the way I left..... last time. * for he truely was, as a vampire got her as easy prey*
[15-22:18] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *looks between them, the whole situation getting a little complicated for taking place in the middle of a dance floor* I... it's alright. *honestly doesn't seem to bothered at all by him leaving.* Maybe * She looks up at Ryan, clinging to his hand... so very uncharachteristic of her independent nature* maybe we should just go.
[15-22:20] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *Ryan smiles down at her.* if you want dearest, I want you to enjoy yourself though, not have to leave because of.. him
[15-22:21] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *He glares, but looks helpless at Kailynn.* Don't go on my account Kailynn... I'll leave you alone. *and he turns to leave, really not wanting to but after the whole her holding ryans hand.....*
[15-22:27] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *and then... the littlest pang goes through her heart at the look on Gian's face. She doesn't understand why it's there, but she knows that it's because of her* Wait.
[15-22:29] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *Ryan looks at her, like 'what? wait? what i the word are you saying?!'*
[15-22:29] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *He stops and turns to her, looking hopeful, and clearly concerned.* Yes?
[15-22:31] f01, *Kailynn Benson : I... *but the right words won't come out. They're blocked* I'm sorry.
[15-22:33] d8f, *Gian Rogue: It's...... okay * he smiles at her, a gentle smile...loving. then he turns and moves off into all those people.*
[15-22:34] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *He hugs her shoulders tighter and watches Gian leave.. good ridence.* So, are we to leave or stay my love?
[15-22:36] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *smiles and looks up at him* Whatever you want. I made the choice to come. The rest can be up to you.
[15-22:39] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: hmm alright. I opt for getting out of here, its /hot/!*he seems cheerful, and he smiles at her, his eyes.. to her.. lusty*
[15-22:42] f01, *Kailynn Benson : *it takes all of her will power not to squeel like a little school girl when she grins* I agree. Let's go
[15-22:44] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: then out we go!* he says, whisking her away and out the door, green eyes glinting*
[15-22:46] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: (*brb's really quick to wash hair in sink*)
[15-22:56] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: (*twiddles and waits now*)
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[15-23:07] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (ooooook) *strolls out of the club with him, but affords a quick backwards glance to Gian, who she can't make out through all the people*
[15-23:09] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he strolls along with her, then slows down for a moment.* hmm you look so good.* he mumbles*
[15-23:10] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Not really. I was trying to hurry... *looks down at herself, then back up at him* but I'm glad that you think so
[15-23:12] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he smiles, bending down to kiss her.* don't contradict me love...
[15-23:14] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : I won't do it again *absolutely no sarcasm, but she does smile and let him kiss her, awaiting it eagerly*
[15-23:16] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *his lips are gentle, at first as he gives her gentle quick kisses, before turning it more serious, loving how she complies*
[15-23:21] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *and she does, just kissing him until some outside source stops her... right there, in the middle of the sidewalk. She doesn't even care. Her hands travel up his arms, finally meeting behind his neck*
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[15-23:25] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he presses her up against the near wall, continuing his assault on her lips, growing more agressive, his hands roug on her sides.*
[15-23:26] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *unfortunately for him, she doesn't like to be roughed around. It lost any appeal that it had the last few times that she was beat up* Hey... take it easy.
[15-23:29] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he quickly pauses, his hands now caressing her sides, he doesn't speak yet, for he knows eventually he'll get to beat her, and as much as he wants.*
[15-23:33] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *because everyone loves to smack around the red head! She leans in and kisses his neck, her lips lingering to brush against the soft skin when she speaks* Let's go. You can take me to your place. I want to see where you live.
[15-23:36] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he grins.* well we'll have to get a taxi for that.* he says, since he lives in the richer area of town.*
[15-23:41] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : That's fine. I have money! *because, why wouldn't she offer cash as long as she's being stupid*
[15-23:43] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: hey I'm paying. * he waves a cab forth and.. off they go *le fin*
[15-23:45] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (*drags herself off to bed* nigh darlings! *blows kisses*))
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[16-14:33] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *pops in an peeks around*
[16-14:41] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *starts poking random spots*i know yuir in here pp;*
[16-14:47] 09c, *Caine Lupas: *pops back out*
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[16-17:43] cfa, ºCecile DeMornay: *flits about idly*
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[16-17:49] f77, *Gian Rogue: (*twiddles*)
[16-17:54] cfa, ºCecile DeMornay: (*wants gian! shall bring in phedre*)
[16-17:55] NICK: Cecile DeMornay changed nick to Phedre no Dulaunay.
[16-17:55] f77, *Gian Rogue: *grins*
[16-17:55] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: (*flits* shall I start, love-dove?)
[16-17:56] f77, *Gian Rogue: if you wanty ^^)
[16-18:03] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she hovers outside of the throbbing club, hips moving unconciously to the beat of the horridly loud music inside, which she`d just escaped from to smoke. You know L.A.; they`re even trying to ban the deed on sidewalks now. She`s dressed smartly in a short silk skirt and top of red and same material; something tasteful, but sexy; something that leaves the imagination to do a little work, unlike most of the other women inside. Dark shades obscure her eyes, as she watches the passersby do whatever they do*
[16-18:06] f77, *Gian Rogue: *Gian is walking down that way, just last night he had been there and seen things he'd not wished to see. Now he strolled down the way, black collared shirt a little wrinkly and his black pants about the same, though he still looked rather pressed*
[16-18:10] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she notices Gian, perhaps because he`s a dark blotch in the stream of color around her, or perhaps it`s his Vibe. Who can be sure? But her eyes watch him appraoch, instantly curious. Wondering if there someway she can catch his attention that isn`t cheesy - like dropping her pack of smokes and hoping he`ll stop to pick them up for her. She`s somewhat quiet by nature, and isn`t one to just come right out and approach a stranger on the sidewalk. She realizes suddenly she still has earplugs in, and reaches up to wiggle them out of her ears*
[16-18:13] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he continues down, towards her you might say, his curly hair in his chocolate eyes, a gentle smile on his lips dispite whats rolling in his mind*
[16-18:21] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she reaches out to touch his arm; there`s just something about this guy ... something. It`s been a long time since she was with her Pack, or any of her kind, but he`s just ... got the look. The prowl. The Vibe of a big cat. Her breath comes quickly as she makes contact with his flesh; her senses tell her what he is for certain*
[16-18:24] f77, *Gian Rogue: *his eyes widen and his eyes flash to hers, he then knows what she is..... and it takes such demand form him to not purr in greating.*
[16-18:25] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she finds herself pulling close to him in an intimate greeting; while he`s not a familiar cat, his scent conjures no memories, it`s a matter of instint and much lonliness. She does purr, the sound curling from her throat in a sweet, soft roll*
[16-18:27] f77, *Gian Rogue: *hes surprised, and lets out a short rolling purr, smiling at her.*hello.* he says gently*
[16-18:29] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she pulls away from him, blushing intensely. Her smile is broad* I`m so sorry... it`s just been so long since I`ve been around another ... one of us. I didn`t mean to invade your space.
[16-18:31] f77, *Gian Rogue: Oh, believe me, I'm pleased also.* he smiles, his hand having stayed near her back.* it is nice to finally see someone like me.
[16-18:33] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : It`s rare, in the cities. I`ve been in them for so long ... how about you? *she allows herself to edge near to him again, enjoying the press of his hand against her back. His scent is intoxicating, and she finds her purr ending her sentance*
[16-18:34] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he continues with his smile, gentle* I've been here a few months.* he says, he himself drawing closer to her.*
[16-18:35] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *without realizing it, she`s leaning in to brush the tip of her nose against his neck, to inhale him more deeply. She murmurs softly* My name is Phedre no Dulaunay ... yours?
[16-18:37] f77, *Gian Rogue: Gian Rogue *he mumbles, letting a pur escape him more* So Kitten... what brings you here?
[16-18:39] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : *she laughs and pulls herself away again; forcing herself to regain some semblance of decency. She runs long fingers through smooth hair, watching him intently* Business. Lots of business here in L.A.; New York, too, but I find it too cold there.
[16-18:42] f77, *Gian Rogue: North Carolina is nice * he says, leaning against the building*
[16-18:44] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Not much need for my type down there. *shrugs* I was in South Carolina at one point. Two years or so. *she eases back similarly, watching him intently. He`s lovely, this cat* You`re quiet, and I hate to appear one of those women who only talks about herself. Why are you here?
[16-18:45] f77, *Gian Rogue: oh I don't mind... * he mumbles, watching her intently himself.* I.. I'm here on family matters....
[16-18:47] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Ahh. Human sort or cat-sort? If I`m not prying, that is. *she fishes for another smoke, offering him the pack if he`s so inclined to take one, digging her lighter out of a slim front pocket on her skirt*
[16-18:50] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he take one * its... my littermates.. their just not working things out lately
[16-18:52] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Mm. `s why I left, I suppose. I wanted more than the pack life ... now I miss it. Life is just one giant incohesive map of irony, I`ve come to discover. *she nods faintly, lighting her cigarette and holding the flame under his for him*
[16-18:56] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he dips his head to to get the smoke started.* Yes, I aggree with you on that.... but they needed me ..
[16-19:00] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Mm .. you`re lucky they did, and do. Mine ... well, they`re a peace-loving sort, and while I am a peaceful person, my chosen perfession is not. *she shrugs and drags casually; no hurry to finish this one, or even to get back inside the club*
[16-19:04] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he lets out a puff* what do you.. do?
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[16-19:06] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : It`s going to sound so cliche .. .almost everyone seems to do it now ... I`m an assassin. A Mercinary, I like to say. Not well known, because I keep it to myself, usually. *in fact, Phedre isn`t her real name, but he`ll probably figure that one out on his own. She drags again, and admires the neon glow of Los Angeles`s night sky* What about you?
[16-19:07] cfa, Drake Maia: * he walks the streets eyes low to the ground letting his instincts guid him...his unique self lumbers about wondering aimlessly....who is he to judge those he has lost ....who is he to kill for acceptence ...those quetion plague him...the long journeys he has took in the darkness have finaly made things clear or mabey they have clouded them so much he cant see truth enymore *
[16-19:08] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he tilts his head, regarding her.* Well, with what you are I'd imagine you are top of the line * he says.*
[16-19:11] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : I am ... *She nods casually, accepting but nothing arrogant about it* Pays well, I guess is what keeps me going.
[16-19:12] f77, *Gian Rogue: ahh, maybe I should do that... what I do now isn't that paying
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[16-19:13] cfa, Lucreccia: But what do you do? Maybe you`re just not broadcasting to the right audience. It takes a lot to kill; key is to keep yourself detatched from the victim. Go in and get it done.
[16-19:14] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Key is to keep yourself from getting attached. Sometimes assignments require you to get closely involved ... it can be hard, but for us it`s usually easy enough. What is it you do that doesn`t pay? Maybe you`re just not appealing to the right audience.
[16-19:14] cfa, Drake Maia: * he stops at t abench ...sits snorts then spits on the ground...he leans bck and looks up to the skies sighing*
[16-19:15] f77, *Gian Rogue: I do construction. *he says, shruging*
[16-19:16] cfa, Lucreccia: *she wanders the streets casually; hates this City, hates it. The Taint, the thick disgusting Taint, just makes her choke on each breath of air. But she was brought here by circumstances out of her control; well, nearly so. If Lucien hadn`t decided to come see his father, she wouldn`t have had to make the trip. Ah, well. What to do now? She stuffs her hands in her pockets and avoids as much she can passing under the lamps that light the streets, seeking some kind of basic shelter for the evening*
[16-19:17] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Admirable. If you`re seriously interested, I can hook you up with a collegue who can take you to our higher-up. I don`t have much contact with him. Not worth the hassle. *she finishes her smoke and smiles at him* So, Gian, are you interested in a drink? I`m partched, myself.
[16-19:18] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he smiles slightly.* sure, you want to go in here or somewhere else?
[16-19:19] cfa, Drake Maia: * his head rises slowly as his eye shifts about ..his lips curls up on the left side ....not happy ....the smell is over whelming ...he clenches the back of the bench with his fingers ..the wood cracks a tad and some of the wood splinters up ....he closes his eye and waits a moments*
[16-19:19] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Tired of that noise. I know a bar, or there`s my apartment. I don`t know if I`m inclined to noise or not tonight. Though the bar is usually pretty empty, except for rare evenings when the Undead just seem to gravitate there.
[16-19:20] cfa, Lucreccia: *she stops abruptly at his bench; knows this fellow, indeed. She`d supposed him dead by now, but who`s she to question such things? After all, she was alive, wasn`t she? Crossing her arms, she stares at the back of his head and waits. Wondering if his mind still has sense enough to detect her, or if he`s just that gone*
[16-19:20] f77, *Gian Rogue: ahh yes. lovely.* he smiles* which ever you want
[16-19:22] cfa, Drake Maia: i could of reached out before you stoped and riped out your heart and send you back where you belong you know
[16-19:22] cfa, Drake Maia: *his eye opens and looks back at her*
[16-19:23] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Bar works for me. *she motions him to follow, not knowing, of course, that he`s been there before*
[16-19:24] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he nods and follows her *so are you enjoying it here?
[16-19:25] cfa, Lucreccia: Probably. Maybe, once upon a time. But people have a habit of growing stronger during long absences. She remains where she is; no chance at this point she`ll get any closer than the just-slightly-more than an armlength she`s at now. Green eyes smoulder with curiosity* Where the hell have you been? Haven`t even felt you in the Dark Umbra, as of late.
[16-19:27] cfa, Drake Maia: whre have i been ...i`ve been deeper then most have ever dreamed of going thats where ive been * he sits up ...* thats why you couldnt sense me walking up ...why you cant sense me now and why you will never sense me in there no matter what your coonection with the dark side is
[16-19:28] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay : Enough, I suppose. Enough to stay long enough to work, or I`d have done the deed and been gone, or just left and let someone else handle it. There are a few privilages to being as good as I am. *she smiles, and motions the bar ahead of him; the BtD* Ever been here? Great place.
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[16-19:29] f77, *Gian Rogue: (okay.. I'ma go.. I'll be back later maybe)
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[16-19:36] cfa, Lucreccia: Who said anything about a dark side? *she laughs faintly* It`s amazing where you can go when you have no flesh to restrain you. I miss the wanderings, sometimes. I`m as bright as you are dark, Drake Maia. Someday, you might realize the errors of your ways. But that`s for Gaia to judge. *she studies him intently, recalling past encounters and what past of his she knows of* As far as I`m concerned, there`s not much left of you to sense or find. Even if you weren`t so corrupted.
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[16-19:38] cfa, Lucreccia: (*passes out hugs to the urchin* welcome, you nameless one you.)
[16-19:38] cfa, Drake Maia: i currupted * he starts to laugh but stops abruply* how dare you talk to me of such things ...has it ever accured to you that Gaia may have givin me the chance to explore the deeper regions of the umbra for a reason ...has it ever acured to you that she has marked me as a martar. Mabey you still hold some of that taint inside you making your head spin in all directions
[16-19:43] cfa, Lucreccia: I hold no Taint, Drake. There are conditions to my life that carry such a weight you could not understand. Perhaps you are charged; then my blessings for you. But I suppose it`s Gaia`s will that keeps me from seeing why the hell she`d need something like you, as unaffectual and dark as you, to fight a Holy War. *she shrugs* Again, it`s really not for me to judge, though I find myself curious. So we are both on our Missions, then. Interesting that we should cross paths.
[16-19:47] cfa, Drake Maia: i wouldnt put it as far as interesting ...rather more of a set back *tilts his head* but if your ever so inquisitive mind must know i hvae always loved Gaia more then enythign else realy more then myself ...more then enyone else ...mabey thats why .....but she`s the one that sucked me deeper and kept my sanity in tact ..... now as for you to pass on judgement and for you to tell me that i could not understand the weight you carry on your wasted shoulders...well you got some reading to do sister ...cause i understand more then you think
[16-19:52] cfa, Lucreccia: Reading? So you`ve written a book on it all now, I suppose? Funny, haven`t seen it circulating much. I suppose that`s because you have no credibility left to you. Like I said, I`m not passing judgement, just basing opinion off of what I know and what I see. And as for my burden, you cannot understand it because it is not yours, neither can I understand or would I presume to understand what weight you carry and for what purpose. You know not the conditions of my rebirth, do you? Then you cannot know. It`s very simple logic. *she twines the ends of two curling locks together idly, watching intently his mannerisms. Prepared to defend herself if needed* The best of luck to you, however, if you speak truthfully.
[16-19:54] cfa, Drake Maia: tell me ....have you told your son when he will die
[16-19:56] cfa, Lucreccia: As far as I know, he`s not likely to, any time soon. Have you marked him for death? If so, you`ll have me to plow through first. And if this is part of your mission of purging on Gaia`s sake, understand that Lucien was made in love, and many years before my transgressions. The likelihood of him being marked by her, is pratcially non-existent. As my discourse with Gaia is a regular one, I know she would have told me. *there`s a burning fear suddenly in her green eyes; she doesn`t bother to hide it. She`s a mother, and there`s nothing else more precious than her son; even Gaia understands that about her, has accepted it*
[16-19:59] cfa, Drake Maia: me mark him nonesense ...but you meen she didnt tell you of his demise ....i guess she left that part out ...she does work in misterious ways you know .....* he stands up and turns towards her ...he has a strange vibrant and bright twinkle in his eye .... he looks her over *
[16-20:03] cfa, Lucreccia: *her posture doesn`t change; arms remain crossed, and she contines to hold her nonchalant position. Eyes shimmer yellow briefly, hinting at a smouldering Rage, that is kept expertly and quietly in-check* Hmm. If it is so, then it is so. At the end, I will not defy Gaia. But I will wait to see for myself. You`ll forgive me if I don`t take your word. *nothing much has changed about her, except perhaps the thick scar that circles her entire neck; one of the reminders of Morguline`s punishment, along with the scars on her face, and a reminder from Gaia of her burden. She doesn`t like the gleam in his eye, but refuses to show any kind of perparation for battle, should that be his motive*
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[16-20:06] cfa, Drake Maia: *he cracks his neck and scratcehs the huge scar on his facce He sniff the air a bit* i`ve learned meny things over the years i`ve spent with Gaia and well one of them is to be patient and deadly....she has shown me meny things ...and well she has shown me to repect all of my kind but show no mercy to the deserters
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[16-20:09] cfa, Lucreccia: *she only smiles softly* So your intent is to kill me. That`s funny. Because I was brought back by Gaia herself; I wandered as a spirit for more than a year, surrendering myself to her Will, and at last she saw fit to revive me for my purpose. There is no deserion here; no Taint, nothing of who I was, Drake. There is no spirit of that former woman here. For if there were, there might yet be a smidgen of affection for you. Clearly, there isn`t. Gaia has sent me for a purpose, and it is not to be killed by you. Rethink your thinking; search my soul raw, if you must. I am Pure, now.
[16-20:09] d8f, *Gian Rogue: Yeah, once or twice.* he mumbles, opening the door for her and such.* good drinks
[16-20:10] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: *she nods and wanders in, thanking him for holding the door. She meanders to a booth and sits, muffling a yawn* Still not used to the west-caost time.
[16-20:11] cfa, Drake Maia: i dont recal ever stating those words ....you know me well enough to know what i would of wasted all this time talking if i wanted to kill you .....you would of been dead before you realised it was me ....dont you think* said with a smile*
[16-20:11] cfa, Drake Maia: wouldnt of even
[16-20:14] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *he easily slides in beside her.* where are you from actually?
[16-20:15] cfa, Lucreccia: It`s possible. But again, I can`t read you, I`ve no clue of your strength; as for mine ... well, it`s far beyond my years, due to the nature of my mission. *she watches him intently, eyes roving for a moment over his flesh, remembering this and that; an argument, a threat. She can`t help but smile some, at the futility and uselessness of herself before her death*
[16-20:16] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *her eyes open slowly, one of them nearly swollen shut. She gasps as all the pain inflicted on her in the last few days hits her at once. At first, she tries to sit up to get off of her beaten back, but she doesn't get very far before she has to collapse again, holding her side. She pulls up her shirt and looks down at severely bruised ribs. One of them at least must be cracked. This has to be some kind of nightmare. She feels like her entire body has been mauled into mush*
[16-20:16] cfa, Drake Maia: * he sits back down * theres a reason for that .....
[16-20:17] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: *she allows herself to ease close to him, their arms brushing* Asia. No determanant place. Rarety of my pack was wandering constantly. Such an odd-ball group, but we were not all what you and I are; other cats, so it`s to be expected. How about you?
[16-20:18] cfa, Lucreccia: Is there? *she remains where she is; there`s no trust at all. Fuck what he says. She`s not going to risk it* There are always reasos. I can`t imagine there not being.
[16-20:18] JOIN: moth has entered.
[16-20:19] d8f, *Gian Rogue: Originally Brazil... *he sighs* things just are different..* he mumbles*
[16-20:20] cfa, Drake Maia: * he kinda smirks * indeed...Have you ever taken a close look at the elders of the tribes ...i meen a real good look at them
[16-20:22] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *Ryan stands outside, contemplating going in... she must be awake.. yes he could feel it.. and the disbelief was priceless*
[16-20:23] cfa, Lucreccia: *she laughs and nods* Of course I have. Most of them aren`t worth their skins but I suppose that`s to be expected. She eases herself against a lightpole, ankles crossed* I`m guessing you can`t be read so they can`t find you, am I close?
[16-20:24] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: What`s different? *she peers at him; wondering if there`s something about this place that`s made him suddenly so sulky*
[16-20:24] fda, ºmoth: *Ponders.*
[16-20:25] cfa, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: (*snuggles moth* evening!)
[16-20:25] d8f, *Gian Rogue: *he turns and grins at her.* ya know, our families, they are such loners but they hate to not have everyone around them, it seems if one moves, all the others do also..
[16-20:25] fda, ºmoth: *Snuggled.* Evening.
[16-20:26] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (*huggles Mothy, too*)
[16-20:27] fda, ºmoth: *..and huggled.*
[16-20:27] cfa, Drake Maia: in a way ...but theres more to it tho....next time ...look beyound them and tell me what you see
[16-20:27] cfa, Lucreccia: (*has Lucy waiting in the wings, should the great and wonderful Moth decide to grace all with his presence*)
[16-20:29] fda, ºJuden Sores : (*Reposts.*) *Just before he would reach the dumpster behind which she had hidden, his left hand would move forward to pull open the long, black leather trench coat the had had donned for this hunt; the thing several sizes too large in order to conceal the weapons beneath - it not until the folds of the coat have been pulled away entirely until he would move his right hand forth from his side, letting his fingers drift across the handles of two weapons, Ruger MP9 and his custom .45 that he’d drawn on Jason a few nights ago, quickly making the decision to go with the latter - fluidly unholstering the weapon and starting forward again, moving along the opposite wall than that on which the dumpster is located cautiously.*
[16-20:29] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she just lays there a moment, fuzzy memories gradually filtering back into her head. What in the hell had happened?... and why did she let it? She closes her eyes as tears trail down her temples and sink into her flaming red hair as she tries to devise some strategy to get out of bed*
[16-20:30] cfa, Lucreccia: Hmm. Perhaps I will; though perhaps the nature of my mission won`t allow me to see what you do. Obviously, Gaia has a way of blinding us to certain things if she wishes it. *she meanders around the bench, and plops down beside him, though there is a deal of space between them*
[16-20:30] cfa, Drake Maia: ((* would huggle mothy but just kicks him in the nuts as a friendly hello*))
[16-20:30] NICK: Phedre no Dulaunay changed nick to Lucy Belveaux.
[16-20:31] fda, ºJuden Sores : (*Avoids - murders Drake.*)
[16-20:32] MSG: Kailynn Benson sent a message to Juden Sores.
[16-20:32] cfa, Drake Maia: (*Dies and reincarnates as a a thousand pubis lice and invades moths crotch and gives hima rather irritating bleeding itch*))
[16-20:32] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he just uses a pick and opens the door, green eyes searching, but he knows where she is, so he soon appears at her bedroom door, leaning against the frame*
[16-20:33] cfa, Drake Maia: she does but not me ...she lets me see all ...i guess i have to ....i could handle the truth of it all ....unlike others it would of drove them mad at the mere sight of it all
[16-20:34] MSG: Juden Sores sent a message to Kailynn Benson.
[16-20:34] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: *she opens her eyes from her prayer and stares at him, stares at his gun, and him, rather. She immediately falls to her knees, abayante, arms stretched out around her head, bowing surrender. This is all she knows to do to defend herself. She quivers with realizing his nature; secretly, she wonders ... wonders, if this is the creature her God made her for. An exquisite intrument of torture*
[16-20:35] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *her eyes open slowly and she looks at the ceiling. She doesn't know that he's there until she turns her head again, her neck decorated with little bruises in the perfect shape of fingers. She blinks once, making sure that he's there... but then she just lays there. It's not like she could dash up and run away even if she wanted to. Her own deep green eyes just stare at him*
[16-20:35] MSG: Kailynn Benson sent a message to Juden Sores.
[16-20:36] cfa, Lucreccia: I lived in the All for a long time ...I have the memories, it`s simply easier to function without having them constantly. I don`t suspect you`d understand; it`s terribly clear my mission is drastically different from yours. Which is a good thing. Perhaps we won`t meet again until we`re both dead. *she nods softly, studying the empty street* I don`t see why she`s bothered to have us cross paths, now. Perhaps there is meant to be some cooperation between us.
[16-20:39] cfa, Drake Maia: cooperation...and how can you tell that our missions ar enot the same you have no clue what i talk about .......you think you carry a burden......mine will echo for eternity
[16-20:39] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he stares back, charm gone, she'll also remember his fangs, how he drank her blood. It was not a happy time for her, though it hot him up for sure.*
[16-20:41] cfa, Lucreccia: And what is your burden? Does she seek to use you when Appocalypse comes? Does she seek to make you the Martyr of us all; the sacrifice of your flesh enough to save the Garou, to save the world? *she laughs, almost mockingly* Pardon me while I have my doubts. If one creature could have done it, she would have had it done; but the Wyrm is a formiddable foe, and you`re sounding a bit too much like a Jesus figure to be taken seriously. Perhaps your mind is more addled that you think.
[16-20:41] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *her aching chest rises and falls, her skin pale... where it isn't black and blue. She doesn't have the energy to be terrified, although she is* Come to finish the job? *her voice is strained, both from the choking and screaming*
[16-20:42] cfa, Drake Maia: you still think the appocolips is what it seems to be huh ..* he smirks * i guess thast why i carry it alone ...and i do meen alone ....* he looks at her a tad wamer look* dont worry about it soon it will al be known and it wont matter for me enymore
[16-20:43] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (*kicks icon up* why doesn't anyone ever point these things out to me?))
[16-20:44] cfa, Drake Maia: ((ok to much green))
[16-20:44] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he gives her a sadistic smile* no, I like you like this... You look good with all my marks on you
[16-20:45] cfa, Lucreccia: *she stares at him; just looks, for a very long moment, attempting to read anything into his words she`s not hearing with her ears; to pick it up with her other senses, with her keen spiritual awareness. There is nothing, however* Perhaps it is entirely yours to carry. Which is unfortunate. It`s difficult to bear a weight alone. *she shrugs and turns her eyes away again* And whenever this, all of this, is over ... *she waves to the expanse around them* Then so be it. I welcome it, if it`s truly Her plan.
[16-20:45] MSG: Kailynn Benson sent a message to Juden Sores.
[16-20:46] fda, ºJuden Sores : *How unfortunate that she would think this the best way to defend herself, for he wasn’t one to extend mercy to those cursed such as she - though, in his mind, relieving the burden of this life from her shoulders was in some ways mercy, was it not? As no creature under heaven should be left to suffer such a tainted existence as she had thus far been forced to live - the only way to free her being to set her free from the flesh of this life. Those dark eyes of his would smolder with an omnipresent hatred as he would make his way about the dumpster, however he would be a bit surprised by her lack of resistance to his presence, training his weapon on her as he would start towards her prone form - a precaution more than anything else; though, as he would come to stand just before her, he would move quickly to deliver a forceful kick to her face, the damage done by this inconsequential as far as he’s concerned - for it was easier with his powers to discern information from the dead anyway.*
[16-20:47] cfa, Drake Maia: you wou,d be surpised at what might happen it goes two ways you know ..its never pre-destined on a set path ...theres is always a choice
[16-20:47] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *chuckles, but only momentarily before she has to stop and hold her side again* I'm glad that one of us is enjoying it *her wit is back, obviously.*
[16-20:47] cfa, Drake Maia: ((to much green eyes are bugging out of my head ....ma couleur ok ))
[16-20:48] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((I'm not changing my color))
[16-20:48] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *He smiles* thats why I like you, you've got humour along with the pretty face...
[16-20:49] cfa, Drake Maia: ((*rea*))
[16-20:49] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : I guess it would be a wase of breath to tell you to leave, wouldn't it?
[16-20:49] MSG: Juden Sores sent a message to Kailynn Benson.
[16-20:51] MSG: Kailynn Benson sent a message to Juden Sores.
[16-20:53] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: *She groans and nearly reaches to grab at her gashed face; just barely missing her nose, though her cheek gushes with a vivid and deep wound. Her groan curdles against the blood spewing into her mouth, and the dizziness from the force of his attack make her sure if she`s still facing the pavement. The pain is exquisite; unlike any she`s ever tasted, and it courses through her body with hot intensity. The Haze seeths behind her closed lids, the image of her God floating there, whispering his Will. She whimpers mindlessly, but remains abayante, prepared for any further onslaught. She was made for this; she might well amaze and horrify him with the quantity of pain and torture she can take, if he bothers to continue in this pattern*
[16-20:54] cfa, Lucreccia: For some of us. For some of us, one slip can change the course of history. *she nods faintly, pondering quietly what he says and has said* Some of us really don`t have a choice.
[16-20:54] cfa, Drake Maia: are you sure about that
[16-20:55] cfa, Lucreccia: Positive. She tells me so on a regular basis ... *she turns to study his features again* There is no other path for me, that I can see, or that she has told me of. *another shrug* Such as it is. I don`t think I would choose another, anyway.
[16-20:55] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: yes *he mumbles stepping into the room entirely*
[16-20:57] cfa, Drake Maia: *nods*
[16-20:57] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Look... *turns her head back to look up at the ceiling again* I can't take anymore, ok? Just leave me alone.
[16-20:57] cfa, Drake Maia: * stands up and starts to walk away *
[16-20:58] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: (unsure*)
[16-20:58] cfa, Lucreccia: *she shakes her head, confused* Leaving already?
[16-20:58] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: oh? *he moves onto the bed beside her, glaring down at her.* have you figured it out yet?
[16-21:00] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she basically has... but she's not going to tell him that, she looks away from him, whatever direction that may be, completely silent as her mind tries to kick into gear for a way out of this*
[16-21:00] cfa, Drake Maia: walking ...
[16-21:01] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: you know..... if you were to be a good girl.... you could join me, painfree .....
[16-21:01] cfa, Lucreccia: *she stands and follows him, a respectful two paces behind* Seems like you can`t sit still any more than I can. Why is that? Is it Gaia in our heads, or just nature? I`ve always wondered why the Chosen wander.
[16-21:02] fda, ºJuden Sores : *..not that he was aware of what she was capable of enduring, and as such he wouldn’t dream of inflicting any further harm on her just yet, for though he could gain just as much information from her dead as alive, there was always the chance that he could purge her of this evil - to make her renounce the taint that had taken hold of her, and most importantly, to aid in the destruction of said being. Giving her a moment to regain her bearings before he would crouch down abruptly at her side, the black leather trench coat flaring out to the sides for a moment before coming to settle about his form, and it would be only then that he would bring forth a single gloved hand to rest against the back of her neck, the other moving forth to thrust the gun painfully against the back of her head - leaving her in a very vulnerable position.* Where’s the leech? *The words conveying that powerful hatred he held for all supernatural beings save for his own kind, and perhaps a few select Garou - though, even those within those two groups were prone to his wrath from time to time.*
[16-21:03] cfa, Drake Maia: both...i`ve stayed in one place for to meny years at a time ...
[16-21:03] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : I'm not going anywhere with you. *her skin crawls when he gets closer to her; there's no way to contain the shudder of replusion*
[16-21:05] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he enjoys it, he even laughs.* You don't even have to leave here.. I know you've figured it out.* he taps his temple* were in each others heads... more right now I'm in yours..
[16-21:06] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: *she whines gently, burning to turn her head to see who he is; she never bothered to get a decent look at his face, the evening of the first attack. She, of course, had no memory of what Jason is; any leeching he`d done, he`d wiped from her mind, so the term is lost on her* What do you mean? Leech? *the words are wet; slimy with her blood, sputtering with the slick red coating. The Haze receeds some, her vision returning. The pain is fading, too; already her cells work to regenerate and repair her shattered skin. In a week and no more would this horrid wound be gone. Such is her Gift*
[16-21:07] cfa, Lucreccia: I cannot. Not simply because of the call of duty, simply because there is no reason for it. I suppose there`s a certain amount of luxury, being absorbed in higher Knowledges.
[16-21:07] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : Why are you doing this to me? I just want to be left alone *but she knows the answer: he just enjoys it*
[16-21:07] cfa, Drake Maia: *shrugs and keeps walking *
[16-21:08] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: you give me a kick, and little in this world does that now
[16-21:09] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : There are more entertaining things in this city than me *painfully moves away from him. She can hear her ribs grinding against each other, feel the friction as she scoots very little, nearly at the end of the bed*
[16-21:10] cfa, Lucreccia: Well, I go to seek my son and his father. Gaia only knows what`s gone on between them. Never expected him to do it ... *she gives a bow he probably doesn`t see, and turns to the left to start down a gloomy, dirty alley* Best of luck and blessings on your mission, Drake Maia.
[16-21:10] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: but I've seen all this for so long.* he says, dispite her scootching, he moves closer to her, grabbing her wrist, firmly.*
[16-21:11] cfa, Drake Maia: * she didnt even finsih and he was already in teh umbra and gone*
[16-21:11] EXIT: Lucreccia has left the chat ( 7:10pm, November 16 (CST) ).
[16-21:11] cfa, Drake Maia: (( well that was .....productive))
[16-21:13] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *the grip is extra painful, due to the bruising already there, but she pulls against it anyway. She doesn't care what he's seen, or imagined. Nor does she care how any of it relates to her* Let me go, you sick fuck. Does this make you feel like more of a man? Because it makes you look like a weak bastard.
[16-21:15] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he smiles, holding firm to her wrist, no matter how he pulls away.* yes, aren't I though......* she pulls her to him, but her back is to him so its perfect, he brushes her hair out of the way and bites on her neck, fangs puncturing her vein*
[16-21:17] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *her eyes clench shut, and she bites her lip. It just hurts so badly, but there is no way that she is going to give him the satisfaction of screaming. Her energy is already low, so the added bloodloss makes her light headed in no time*
[16-21:18] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he sucks on her blood, his mind filling her head with ideas of being someone like him.... *
[16-21:20] fda, ºJuden Sores : *The fact that she hadn’t seen his face was a plus but given that she doesn’t have a very good chance of surviving, it wasn’t that important that his identity remain a secret.* Wrong answer. *A quick comment of his own that would come to follow her questions about what he had meant, that air of utter hatred that had already surrounded him so powerfully growing momentously as he would speak slowly move the gun from its place against the back of her head, turning his gaze to the ground so as to search out one of her rogue hands - and it would be for that which he would aim the Ruger, wasting no time in pulling the trigger, there no doubt that he would hit his mark at this range. The sound of the shot resonating about the alleyway for a moment before fading into the roar of the city about them.* Now. I’ll ask you one more time. Where is your friend from a few nights ago? Did he leave any way for you to contact him?
[16-21:21] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *she starts to squirm against him, probably not very effective, since her body is bruised mush and he's supernaturally strong. But the things that he is showing her scares the hell out of her*
[16-21:21] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: (brb)
[16-21:30] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: *she writhes with the pain, a repressed scream dying in her throat as she throws herself onto her back and clutches at her ruined hand. Mayhap, if she ever got to a hospital, it would be perfect again. Her gift stretches only so far; it`ll be functional again someday, but never completely the way it was. Out of instinct and training, she rips a piece of her sweater off, biting her lip with ferocious force to distract from the pain in her hand; she laughs in her throat, as a release from the pain, a coping mechanism. Her eyes flutter open after a time and stare at him, seething with pain but gleaming with a strange red sheen, that should alert him immediately that she is the creature of something much more powerful than the leech he seeks* The boy, you mean? *her voice is steady, despite the shocking sting in her hand - for that`s what it`s faded to, a sting* He`ll probably return to my apartment at some point. But I believe we were close to his place when you caught up with us last. That`s all I can tell you. I don`t even know his name. *her breathing is quick and nearly a hiss; she twitches now and then when a spasm surprises her*
[16-21:32] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: (*rips a piece off, and ties it harshly around her wound)
[16-21:37] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *he licks her neck and squeezes her* you want to pass up not being bruised?
[16-21:38] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *bites her lip even harder when he squeezes her, though a few more tears of pain roll down her nose... but she nods.* I would rather be bruised than your possession. *is surprised at her own words, but she's come too far to just give up on herself now*
[16-21:40] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: hmm.. well then I'll leave you to your pain...* he lets her go roughly and moves out of the room, she can hear the door clicking closed*
[16-21:41] d8f, *Ryan Greggs: *fin for me*
[16-21:41] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: (*loves ryan and gives her lots of whippings and kisses*)
[16-21:45] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : *when the door closes, she opens her eyes and takes a deep breath. She opens her eyes and slowly, painfully, gets out of her bed and wraps her knee-length jacket around her naked, broken body. She's got to get out of here before he comes back. She doesn't take anything with her as she leaves the house that she just moved into, the reason for the previous move seeming so silly now. She painfully walks down the streets, having no idea where shes' going... maybe back to the hotel... with any luck, Dunstan will still be looking for Jaylin*
[16-21:46] fda, ºJuden Sores : *As she would make this move to bandage her hand he would watch with a sort of detached curiosity, though something about him would convey the sense his curiosity was derived from deep-rooted sadistic tendencies for his own part, as shooting her in the hand hadn’t been required to draw the needed answers from her necessarily, but it had made the hunt worthwhile now that blood had been spilt. Though, even in his wildest imaginings, he hadn’t expected that red gleam in her eyes as she would look back up at him so that he would recoil ever so slightly upon seeing it, wasting not time in again lifting the gun up to fill the void between the two of them, his grasp on the weapon clearly tightening. A long moment would pass before he would seem to come back to his senses, pushing aside that bit of shock which had almost spelt a quick end for her - his free hand reaching into the folds of the leather trench coat, and after a moment of searching, producing a small slip of paper with a phone number printed on it which he would toss in her direction, regardless of the blood which stains her hands.* If you see him again, give me call immediately. I’ll be watching. *And with that, he would turn on a heel, starting back towards his RC51, quickly mounting the bike - and once he’s holstered his weapon, starting the engine; his eyes locking upon her form at the far end of the alley for just a moment.*
[16-21:53] fda, ºJuden Sores : (*Needs to start rping more often - is finally working his way back up to long posts.*)
[16-21:53] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: *she hoists herself to her feet with her good arm. Thank Kushiel; she can get to a hospital. She stares at him for a long moment; the haze is gone, and the woman in pain returns. It`s only when she needs the resistence does Kushiel invade her body. Now the pain is real and creases her face; she turns suddenly and begins to flee again; this time, for help*
[16-21:53] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : (*has suggested that moth RP many times... but nay, he's just too snooty!*))
[16-21:53] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: (*enjoys the paragraphs, just finds her time lacking to wait for them! *hugs tightly* does this mean you`re leaving me?)
[16-21:54] fda, ºJuden Sores : (*Would have been posting faster tonight, but was reading the Setite Clanbook - but then, almost always reads while he's rping.*)
[16-21:55] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: (*loves that word* snooty ... needs to be used more often.)
[16-21:56] 9b9, *Kailynn Benson : ((*uses it a lot when Moth is involved hehe*))
[16-21:57] fda, ºJuden Sores : *Just as she turns to face him he would note that change that came over her, though he was short of time, having spent far too long on gaining the rather miniscule amount of information that he had from her - starting the ignition with his right hand and pulling out onto the street just after she would rush past him, gone into the night.*
[16-21:59] cfa, ºLucy Belveaux: (*feels it is probably appropriate ... sincker*)
[16-21:59] fda, ºmoth: *Glares daggers at the two of them.*
[16-22:00] 9b9, ºEnvy: *kisses Moth's nose* you know we love you
[16-22:01] NICK: Lucy Belveaux changed nick to LAMadame.
[16-22:01] cfa, ºLAMadame: Of course we do. *kisses cheek*
[16-22:01] fda, ºmoth: *Eyes Lucy - hopes for her sake that she took that number he gave her.*
[16-22:01] fda, ºmoth: Yes, of course. *Pouts.*
[16-22:02] cfa, ºLAMadame: Do you want us to not like you? *smiles sweetly* (she did, meant to put that in there)
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[16-22:30] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Pic test))
[16-22:30] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Excellent))
[16-22:31] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((And again))
[16-22:31] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Perfect!))
[16-22:34] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Another one))
[16-22:35] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Ok and the last one...))
[16-22:36] e20, *Katya Yudin : ((Back to this one cause I love it))
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[16-23:16] fda, ºJuden Sores : tests
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[17-16:02] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: *lingers about ... misses her Caine ... pouts. Misses Envy too much ... which is so nice! ... pouts s`more*
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[17-17:16] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: So tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired ...
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[17-18:21] f77, *Gian Rogue: *Gian Rogue: *he turns and grins at her.* ya know, our families, they are such loners but they hate to not have everyone around them, it seems if one moves, all the others do also..
[17-18:23] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: Mmm. One of the reasons I left, I suppose. And left and vanished. Was tired of being followed. *the waiter approaches. She orders a double whiskey and looks to him for his own drink of choice*
[17-18:23] f77, *Gian Rogue: (er.. *squiggles eraser over his name in the post*)
[17-18:25] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he asks for a Screaming Orgasm, and turns his eyes to her, smiling.* I envy you then... I'd feel guilty if I did that, mum would find me no matter what.* he laughed gently a low masculine husk*
[17-18:26] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: So you`re a filial type, hm? My mom was killed three years after I was born. I guess that`s probably what makes me so indifferent to Pack matters these days. No such thing as littermates, for me. *she laughs almost sadly* Lonely existence, sometimes. But I prefer it to being caught up in the politics of the Cat world, myself.
[17-18:28] f77, *Gian Rogue: *He nods slowly, listening.* I keep out of it as I can, but sometimes I have to interfere.... but enough talk of family... are you attached?* he asks bluntly, a glint of flirt in his eyes*
[17-18:30] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: Not at all. Are you? *she peers at him through her sandy-shaded lenses, taking half her double down as she watches his face, a simmering smirk pursing her lips*
[17-18:32] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he laughs,* not at all, it seems women around here are as tough as nails... * he pauses a moment and moves her sunglases off her nose and face.*
[17-18:33] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: *she closes her eyes out of instinct; not because they`re sensitive, but because of their flaw; the Scarlet Mote that gleams in the depths of her left iris, glowing prominantly against her sable eyes. She lets her eyes open and rest on his face. Maybe he won`t know about The Curse that goes along with The Mote ... maybe it`ll be okay, and he won`t know her secret*
[17-18:36] f77, *Gian Rogue: *He tilts his head, a gentle smile on his lips and in his eyes.* you've got lovely eyes.* Gian says gently, running his hand along her cheek, and near the crease to her left eye*
[17-18:40] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: *she sighs softly, leaning gently into his touch, despite herself. She smiles, a ghost of an expession* They`re not worth their beauty, trust me. But thank you, nonetheless. *she`s shy by nature; maybe the fear of the Curse, maybe simply from being alone most of the time. She leans away from his fingers and seeks respite in her drink*
[17-18:44] f77, *Gian Rogue: *He smiles, and lets his hand fall, finally taking his drink into his hands.* Sorry. *he mumbles*
[17-18:47] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: No, it`s okay ... I`m sorry. Just not used to ... company. Especially not company like yours. She scoots close to him, resting a hand dangerously high on his thigh, giving a faint squeeze*
[17-18:50] 9b9, ºEnvy: ((peeeeeks in))
[17-18:51] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: (*tackles and loves her envy-benvy*)
[17-18:51] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he clears his throat, smiling to her.* might we learn about each other then, get used to each other.* he smiles, beding to her and giving a quick kiss to her lips.*
[17-18:53] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: *she starts, but forces herself to smile and relax; how long has it been since she was with anyone? He is one of her own, after all ... there is a familiararity in that alone which keeps this from being a totally annonymous encounter. She leans close and returns the kiss, lingering a moment longer than a peck, not long enough for something fully sensual* Sounds like an idea.
[17-18:57] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he finishes his drink off, a faint purr curling in his throat.* would you like to stay here, or.. my place?
[17-18:58] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: Your place ... mine`s a wreck, and I hate hotels ... *she grins and winks, curling a hand in his after leaving enough for their drinks and a generous tip on their table*
[17-19:01] f77, *Gian Rogue: *they walk out and he calls a cab* its father than walking distance.* he says, smiling.*
[17-19:02] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: *she nods and laughs faintly* If only we could get away with all-fours here. I can hear the news now, "Two unkown jaguars spotted prowling West Side." *She laughs* That`d be amusing.
[17-19:04] f77, *Gian Rogue: *he laughs again, an enjoyable sound.* yes, that'd be a kick. but you never know what we can do at my place. * he winks, brown eyes shining*
[17-19:06] 335, ºPhedre no Dulaunay: *before you know it, they`re at his place and she`s paid the cabby before he has the chance to be a gentleman and offer. Standing on the sidewalk, she pulls him close to her and kisses him with fervor, lavishing her lips against his*