[18-18:21] dd2, *Sacha 
: *her eyes narrow as she pushes by him*Because, before I left my fathers side he informed me of any as one would say brothers and sisters I may find in the world.*starts to walk down the street as she left her car and bike at home for the mission she had to do.*
[18-18:22] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she removes herself from the booth, and also from their confrontation. She can catch it all later on the cameras, in the microphones, from cleverly disguised spies. Right now, it`s not her direct concern, and she makes sure to keep herself as removed from Kindred dealings as possible. Harder and harder these days. She returns to her spot at the bar and buries into her work for now*
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[18-18:23] dc5, *Elmster 
: **he stops about 20 yards from Sacha and Zaron, his eyes glaring at Zaron**Fucking whelp... whom do you think you were touching??
[18-18:23] 5fb, *Zaron : * Follows her.* Wait a second, are you saying that we are somehow related?
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[18-18:24] 5fb, *Zaron : (( For the record Kev, he never touched her. He only got in her way.))
[18-18:24] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he is sitting on the steps of Lucs Apartment, waiting on her as usaul**
[18-18:24] dc5, *Elmster : ((... ok.. but elm stills says it...))
[18-18:25] dd2, *Sacha : *turns around and is face to face*that coin was given to you by the man and woman that turned you. The crown the sympol of our mother and her clan the writing of father and his. I studied under him and before we parted ways he told me of the others that were out there with the same blood within their veins. One a man named Zaron.
[18-18:25] 49c, ºLucreccia: *and who should appear just beside and slightly behind Elmster, but Luc. Arms are crossed, as they are all blocking her way to the BtD. Well, well. Isn`t this an interesting scene. She knows Zaron as she knows the other two, and likes none of them; though, Zaron, she notes, doesn`t bring any flutter of horrible memories to her mind. Sergin would realize by this point, that Lucreccia is very rarely home*
[18-18:25] 5fb, *Zaron : * Completely ignores the other guy talking to him, intent on finding out as much as he can now. He's gotten more information tonight then he has in the past two decades.*
[18-18:25] 49c, ºLucreccia : (*kicks icon up there*)
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[18-18:27] dc5, *Elmster : **he archs a brow, sighing a bit**Something I can help you with??**He doesnt turn arround.. but is obviously talking to Luc**
[18-18:27] 5fb, *Zaron : Alright, well...then sis, I guess you can help me out here as I seem to be suffering from memory loss.
[18-18:28] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he sighs, standing, he begins to roam the streets, heading to the only place him and luc have gone together as "friends", BtD**
[18-18:28] 49c, ºLucreccia : No, no. I only wish I had popcorn. This is great entertainment. The petty squables of petty creatures. *her laughs is cold, deadly. That tone, that Rage still lingers just below the surface from the night before. She stays right where she is, nonthreatening as she can be*
[18-18:28] 5fb, *Zaron : Cause the last fucking thing I remember is waking up one night in Berlin, in a shitty room in a building, with a snipper rifle next to me and the picture of some guy in my breast pocket. I remember turning on the TV, seeing on the news that the guy who's picture I had was killed the night before, and then getting the fuck out of Berlin.
[18-18:29] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she is seated still within the BtD, continuing to manage the accounts for her entire Family, and all the businesses she has her dainty little hand dipped in*
[18-18:29] dd2, *Sacha : *crosses her arms*How is that? We have never meet before, I just was told of you. But rule one never revil yourself to others, Father is a very high man in the clan and his children would bee prizes to any enemie of his.
[18-18:29] dc5, *Elmster : **he laughs**The only "inopus genus"((latin for those other peoples)) about here is well**he turns about with a smirk**You**
[18-18:30] dd2, *Sacha : *turns hearing Lucs voice*not where other ears can hear.
[18-18:31] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he archs a brow, seeing everyone about Luc, he shakes his head, knowing something bad could come from this. He sighs, slipping into the Bar and remians inside, waiting for the little scuffle to end... Hopefully peacefuly**
[18-18:32] 49c, ºLucreccia : *she doesn`t even flutter at seeing his face again. Stoney has a very good effect on her disposition. She smiles, her cainines sharpening wolvenly at her command, her Rage eminating palpably in the air around her, though carefully controlled* Is that so? Well, what if we lessened the numbers and you and I went to settle our own differences ... alone? *she notes Sergin`s sneak into the bar; well, figures. The CoG`s never were one for aggression; and to think that the Silent Striders had such a bad reputation! Bah*
[18-18:33] 5fb, *Zaron : I don't even know whom this father you are talking about is. Don't cha get it? Any of this type of ediquite that you were taught, I don't know. Now thanks for the info, good night. * He stops following her and walks back to his table.*
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[18-18:34] dd2, *Sacha : *grabs his arm*That man you killed him*moves in to whisper*That is what you do, what your trained for what your blood wants.
[18-18:35] dc5, *Elmster : **he laughs arrogently**I have no reason to go anywere with you... for all I know.. you would leave me again though I would do nothing to you..**he turns, seeing Sacha left with Zaron, his Aura flickers a bit of anger that it didnt show before**
[18-18:35] 5fb, *Zaron : * Stops midstep as she tells him this. Looks at her for a moment.* That doesn't surprise me in the least bit. Least not considering what happens when people in other cities have picked fights with me.
[18-18:36] dc5, *Elmster : **he smiles, seeing the two walk in as he sips his water. He sits up, atempting to see what is going on outside, his ears picking up the conversation but not expresions**
[18-18:37] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he archs a brow, seeing the two walk in as he sips that water. He sits up, atempting to look outside at Luc and Elm, hearing there conversation but unable to see expresions..**
[18-18:38] dd2, *Sacha : *shakes her head*You wanna know more find me.*turns and steps out of the bar she smiles and walks towards Elm*
[18-18:38] 49c, ºLucreccia : Leave you again? *she laughs and shakes her head* You seem to do just fine moving on yourself. If you`ll excuse me. I`ve come to the conclusion that you`re not worth my time or the waste of my energies in killing you. Not this night. Perhaps another. *she leaves the threat hanging in the air, and stepping around him enters the bar and finds the table wehre Sergin sits, taking a seat next to him, without saying a word*
[18-18:39] 5fb, *Zaron : * Nods and continues to walk back to his table.*
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[18-18:40] dc5, *Elmster : **he just laughs, uncaring, and his laugh half full in a sense. he turns, seeing Sacha. He stands there, arching a brow twards her, silent though**
[18-18:41] 5fb, *Zaron : (( BB in like an hour or two. Gotta go eat.))
[18-18:41] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he smiles twards her**Well.. I heard no swings or.. that harsh of words.. I am guessing everything went peacefuly??**he drinks the rest of his water
[18-18:41] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (Cool beans. Have a good meal!)
[18-18:43] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: Yes. For now. Just as you would have it, Child. *using the diminutive name of his Tribe, of course. She rolls the stool about so she can face the room; neither thirsty nor hungry, she came her tonight, in all actuality, just to relax*
[18-18:43] 49c, ºLucreccia : Yes. For now. Just as you would have it, Child. *using the diminutive name of his Tribe, of course. She rolls the stool about so she can face the room; neither thirsty nor hungry, she came her tonight, in all actuality, just to relax*
[18-18:43] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (test)
[18-18:45] dd2, *Sacha : *hands on her hips she looks at him*yes?
[18-18:46] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he nods slowly**Good to hear.. you will learn yet... and trust me.. **he leans back a bit**You probly pissed him off more that u didnt do anything than would......
[18-18:46] dc5, *Elmster : **He shakes his head**nothing.....**he laughs a bit**Can we go somewhere else.. the whore is in there...
[18-18:46] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she closes one folio only to open the second, and orders another glass of that suspicsious fluid. She marks here and there in the books; little notes on how to improve the shipping time for their silk trade from China; to make a call to Johann, their arms dealer in northern Europe, investing in a new way to sap trees in Canada`s forests for the best and most lucrative maple syrup production. She sucks her elongated cainines idly as she jots*
[18-18:48] 49c, ºLucreccia : Hardly. He doesn`t care, and at the end of the day, neither do I. He`ll get his retrobution one night, from me or another. All in good time. *it`s funny that he would say she`s learning ... what he saw last night was a rare and freak release of Rage that doesn`t often occur for her; her Tribal name, Quiet-That-Screams, says it all*
[18-18:50] dd2, *Sacha : *touches his cheek*Are you jealous?
[18-18:51] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he shrugs**Aye.. Karma is a grand thing invented....**he yawns, his eyes scanning about the room breifly as he orders another glass of water**
[18-18:52] 49c, ºLucreccia : Karma, huh? So, what, you`re in to east-indian spiritualism, now? *she crosses her legs and looks down at him, green eyes forever intense, her expression not quite amiable, but not outright aggresssive either*
[18-18:52] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he archs a brow**Of that Whelp that was trying to stop you?... doubtful.. or of that hipocritcal slut that Luc is fucking now... naw... I would rathe have someone that wont get in the bed with someone they just met**he smiles, kissing her hard as he wraps his arms about her**
[18-18:53] dc5, *Elmster : **he archs a brow**Of whome?.. Your little whelp or the hipocrit Luc is fucking now?...**he laughs a bit**Naw.. I just rather not be here now...
[18-18:54] dd2, *Sacha : My lil welp?*glares at him*choose your words wisely Elmster.
[18-18:54] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he laughs**And sense when have you been so judgemental to others?**he shakes his head**No... I just belief in everyone gets what they deserve.. whether good or bad..**he turns to her**WHy?.. do you fear what you have done before?
[18-18:55] dc5, *Elmster : **he takes a step back**WHy?.. was he something important to you?
[18-18:56] dc5, *Elmster : (Wow.. its hard to be agresive listening to Bob Marley and the Eagles..))
[18-18:57] dd2, *Sacha : *crosses her arms*He is nothing to me at this moment, but he does have the same blood within him as I.
[18-18:58] 49c, ºLucreccia : Hardly. And I didn`t mean to sound judgemental, I only meant to ask if you were interested. I don`t fear what I`ve done, because in my heart I always believed I was doing what was best ... for me, for others. The only retribution I fear is from Gaia ... and though for now I remain in her graces for now, who knows what I will greet upon my next death, should it be in battle or from age? *she nods firmly, smiling at him* I have faith in myself, I love the Great Mother, and though I have nearly fucked up again recently, I know I am on the path for good now. My Path. It`s that simple. Should I face the depths of our Hel when I die, so be it. I don`t fear it.
[18-18:58] dd2, *ElizabethLeBeau: (test)
[18-18:58] dc5, *Sergin Blade : Ahh.. I see...Well.. I guess I will try to be nice to him.. If you want me to...
[18-18:59] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *continues to work, absorbed but not so distracted from what goes on around her*
[18-19:00] dc5, *Elmster : Ahh.. I see.. Well.. I will try not to get jelous when you disapear with him.. just leave me a note or something..
[18-19:01] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he smiles twards her**Good.... Life without fear of repercutions is a bit daring.. atleast for me... but for you.. it works.... I thought fear hell.. I have done some horrible things.. and I am trying to make up for them now.. though most I believe were paid for just by dealing with morguline...
[18-19:02] dd2, *Sacha : I had a job to do I just saw him here and learned who he was.
[18-19:03] dc5, *Elmster : But you should spend more time with him.. speaking he is your brother and all.... I know I havent seen my family in a long time
[18-19:04] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: Morguline is not Gaia. His justice done upon you, and done upon me, is his justice. He does not keep some special discourse with our Great Mother; she does not appear to him and dictate what he is to do with his life. For whatever you`ve done in this life, you will die and Gaia will deal justly with you. Don`t think Morguline`s power gives him Godliness in her eyes.
[18-19:04] 49c, ºLucreccia : Morguline is not Gaia. His justice done upon you, and done upon me, is his justice. He does not keep some special discourse with our Great Mother; she does not appear to him and dictate what he is to do with his life. For whatever you`ve done in this life, you will die and Gaia will deal justly with you. Don`t think Morguline`s power gives him Godliness in her eyes.
[18-19:06] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **he laughs**You misunderstood me then... I placed morguline in better graces with gaia by being with him... That is what I meant by being paid...**he shakes his head**
[18-19:06] dc5, *Sergin Blade : And he is no god to me..
[18-19:06] dd2, *Sacha : Family?
[18-19:08] dc5, *Elmster : **he nods**not the vampire born... I am an only child.. atleast that I know of... My brither Father, Freebird, I havent seen in ages... neither any of my many brothers and sisters... or even an aunt of Uncle...**he laughs**Must be the reason why I want a child.. growing up in such a big family
[18-19:08] 49c, ºLucreccia : Oh. So you`re saying you`re something special, is that it? Forgive me, but I ... don`t hold anyone in higher regard, even Elders. I respect them because they are my Elders, but that is it. You sound as if you think you have some special grace. I doubt that. *her smile fades some, but she is otherwise still genial*
[18-19:10] dd2, *ElizabethLeBeau 
: *stands on the balcony of her hotel suite a personal maid hussles around the room behind her setting things up as she just stares out over the city her deep ocean blue eyes scanning the lights.*
[18-19:10] dc5, *Sergin Blade : **He archs a brow**You still hear wrong.. if I thought I was something special, I would not be trying to talk to you.. I would just go along on my way as others do. Thinking they must appraoch you as it would be degrating to approach another**he downs the rest of the water, setting the glace down**
[18-19:11] dd2, *Sacha : My mortal life I dont remember but my life with my father I do. I know I have a few sisters and 2 brothers one i just meet. But none do i feel drawn to know.
[18-19:13] dc5, *Elmster : You wil want to... KNowing my family was probly one of the greatest impacts on me**he smiles a bit**
[18-19:14] 49c, ºLucreccia : Perhaps you need to speak more clearly. My hearing is fine. If you`ll excuse me. *she eases off her stool, and removes her form from the bar. Gone for the time*
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[18-19:14] dc5, *Elmster : ((brb))
[18-19:15] dd2, *Sacha : I like my life as it is.
[18-19:16] dd2, *ElizabethLeBeau : *turns to give an aproving nod as the maid asks her a quetion. She moves through the hotel room to the door and walks out. Going to the elevator she pushes the down button and once inside she heads to the lobby with the mind set to see L.A.*
[18-19:17] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she knows well enough that Elizabeth is in town, where she is staying, and in what room. Nothing that powerful enters L.A. County without Zarshreiy Kushiel`s knowledge, or even leave to enter. Curious about this other powerful woman, she allowed her into the city. Sure, there`s a Kindred Prince that thinks he runs L.A., but few know he`s just her Puppet. Her smile is faint, as she closes her last folio of work and finishes her third glass of what kindred would call vitae. Her tongue trails along her lips, and gathering her things, she exits the bar*
[18-19:20] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (or even has leave to enter* rather ..)
[18-19:20] dd2, *ElizabethLeBeau : *brushing off the two gaurds who try and follow her out the hotel and by passing her limo as her driver opens her door she desides to walk*
[18-19:21] dc5, *Elmster : **he nods**To each their own....**he smiles, steping closer to her and taking her hands into his**So.. what did you have planed to do tonight?
[18-19:22] dd2, *Sacha : I was about to head home to you*rubs against him with a purr*
[18-19:23] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *she makes sure she takes a bath that will intersect with Elizabeth`s. She is a petite woman, but her presence of person and clear knowledge of who she is and what her power is, she might as well be as intimidating as a seven foot tall Yetti; however, her good graces, eloquence, and inclination for propriety makes her as fine a woman as there may be*
[18-19:23] dc5, *Elmster : **he grins, kissing her gently**Well.. we can always return home if you want to**he smiles, but then it is droped. He sense something familair like, but is unsure what**
[18-19:25] dd2, *Sacha : or what?
[18-19:26] dc5, *Elmster : **he shakes his head**What?... **he smiles a bit**Unless there is something else you would rather do now?
[18-19:26] dd2, *ElizabethLeBeau : *as she spots Zarshreiy she stops and looks the woman over. She herself doesnt look like much but as with Zarshreiy the air around her gives off that she is so so much more then she appears.*
[18-19:26] dd2, *Sacha : Is there something you want to do?
[18-19:27] dc5, *Elmster : **he shakes his head**No.. just aslong as you are there.. I am happy
[18-19:27] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Lady Elizabeth LeBeau ... I was hoping to run in to you. *her smile is broad, a friendly greeting. There is no need to be anything else. She extends her hand in a formal greeting* Lady Zarshreiy Kushiel. Welcome to my city. I hope your accomidations are suitable. I`m sure there is something better available if you desire it.
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[18-19:29] dd2, *Sacha : Well I am up for anything*smirks*
[18-19:30] 093, Kuro Armotta: (( Hey. ))
[18-19:30] dd2, *ElizabethLeBeau : *smiles*I am sure so, but for now it will do as I look for a place and deside if i wish to stay. I have heard about you as we do run in simmular if not the same circle at times.
[18-19:30] dc5, *Elmster : ((hey.. i am gonna play some MtG before bed... I might be back a litle later.... ))
[18-19:31] 093, Kuro Armotta: (( Is there a certain place people would go to meet? Possibly a vamp bar or something to that circumstance? ))
[18-19:33] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (there is a bar called the Before the Dawn. Full of Vampires and other creatures. No one is in it presently, however.)
[18-19:34] 093, Kuro Armotta: (( Thank you. I shall take my leave then, until this place is more so...populated. Have a good night of RP ))
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[18-19:36] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Similar, indeed. We`ve run into each other before, though very briefly. And your Realm is a far cry from my city, though no doubt our world-wide networks cross at points. *she shrugs gracefully, and makes a gentle motion in the air* My home is some miles from here, but we are both endowed with powers that make distance nothing. If you`d care to follow me, perhaps we can have a bit to drink and discuss what two powerful women will discuss.
[18-19:37] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (test)
[18-19:38] dd2, *ElizabethLeBeau : *smiles softly*Aye I would like that, but I must see to one thing first. May I take a rain check
[18-19:38] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Certainly. Have a good evening.
[18-19:39] dd2, *ElizabethLeBeau : *nods friendly to the woman and moves back to the hotel cuz well player must go cuz sis wants on.*
[18-19:40] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*pause*)
[18-19:45] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*thwacks the lurkers*)
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[18-20:04] 49c, Drake Maia: * sits on the outskirts of town..watching the city clow...he cleans his weapon gahal ..as he waits*
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[18-20:33] 9b4, *Christelle Bonnet: *pokes* Anyone around?
[18-20:34] 5fb, *Zaron : ((* Returns*))
[18-20:35] 49c, Drake Maia: ((yo))
[18-20:36] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Yo once more))
[18-20:37] 5fb, *Zaron : * Sits at his table, contemplating what happened earlier tonight*
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[18-20:39] 49c, Drake Maia: * he stands up and the weapon just seems to turn into a bracelette aropund his wrist ...he slps into the umbra*
[18-20:40] 5fb, *Zaron : * He looks at the coin he's had for as long as he can remember. He closes his eyes and slowly remembers that night in Berlin oh so many years ago.*
[18-20:42] 49c, Drake Maia: * not long after he slips back out finding hismelf outside the same bar..he gazes at it for a while before making the move to enter it ...he grunts as he opens the door ...his nose flairs as he takes in every smell within the room ...and yet again he smells death ...same death as before ...he heads for the bar*
[18-20:44] 29e, ºKitty: *Still can't get in her own made private chat..... fuck..... *
[18-20:45] 49c, Drake Maia: ((whats the matter kats))
[18-20:47] 5fb, *Zaron : * He remembers everything. The stench of the gods forsaken room he woke up in, the excact words that the East German pressed had said when they pronounced the man dead, the panic he felt as he rushed out of the building, leaving behind the sniper rifle, and the scramble he made as he instinctively ran from shadow to shadow, eventually making it across the Berlin wall and to a West Berlin airport where his flight was begining it's boarding call.*
[18-20:49] 49c, Drake Maia: * he sits and orders a drink *
[18-20:49] 29e, ºKitty: regged users... and although I am regged.. since I am the master.. it just... bleh.... **will have to talk to moth later**
[18-20:50] 5fb, *Zaron : * His eyes snap open and he looks at his coin. Sighs, even though he has to force air into his dead lungs then back out to do so, and takes a swig of his bottle of schnaps.*
[18-20:51] 49c, Drake Maia: * he turns slowly gazing at the room ..eye falling on zaron..a small grunt leavs him*
[18-20:55] 5fb, *Zaron : * He closes his eyes and suddenly memories of the night before flash before his eyes. The job he had to do, the final debriefing on intelligence, everything. He even remembers the whore whom he drank from that night to celebrate a job well done. The drugged up little whore whom brought a lead pipe down across his head as he was feeling the effects of the drugs in her blood. Opens his eyes and mutters.* That's it.
[18-20:59] 5fb, *Zaron : * Feels eyes upon him and looks up. Spots Drake and nods to him.*
[18-21:01] 49c, Drake Maia: * he dosnet nodbut speaks very low*...how was the girl
[18-21:02] 49c, Drake Maia: * he dosent nod but speaks very low*
[18-21:03] 49c, Drake Maia: how was the girl
[18-21:05] 5fb, *Zaron : She was alright, and no, I did not drain her. She's very much alive. * Rubs his cheek as he rubs it.* It's not my style to drain them. Never was, as I like to let them think they actually got something out of it.
[18-21:06] 49c, Drake Maia: still a parasite is a parasite
[18-21:07] 5fb, *Zaron : And what is a parasite? A creature that takes from another living being in order to survive? What is a predator? A creature that does the same thing, except they often kill what they take from.
[18-21:08] 49c, Drake Maia: one is worthen the other
[18-21:08] 49c, Drake Maia: worst then the other((guess player needs sleep lol))
[18-21:09] 5fb, *Zaron : Yes, and one would that the one that kills is worse....morally speaking that is.
[18-21:10] 49c, Drake Maia: no the parasite
[18-21:11] 5fb, *Zaron : But as I said, what is a parasite but a creature that takes from another living thing to survive? What is a predator except for a creature that does the same thing that a parasite does, except first it must kill it's prey? Technically speaking, a predator is the same thing as a parasite.
[18-21:12] 5fb, *Zaron : Now if the parasite gives something back to the host in return for the life substaning item that the parasite took, then it becomes something else. It becomes a symbieosis.
[18-21:13] 49c, Drake Maia: no a predator gets it over with ...he stalks h pray and then kills at thr right a propriate moment ..while a prasite..leeches life...if you dont get rid of it .it keeps sucking and sucking until everything is gone and eventualy kills its host ...so what is worst ....the parasite
[18-21:13] 5fb, *Zaron : And I believe that what happened with the girl last night was infact a temporary symbiotic relationship as she survived the expearence, but also gained pleasure out of it.
[18-21:15] 49c, Drake Maia: yet ...you still tainted her ...might as well have just killed her ....would of been better off that way for her
[18-21:15] 5fb, *Zaron : I have no intention of ever killing my prey. Why kill a human whom provides nurishment when eather old age, or their own kind can do the same thing?
[18-21:16] 5fb, *Zaron : She was tainted from the get go. They way she was trying to turn the both of us into her prey, well practiced moves. As well practiced as my drunken act.
[18-21:17] 49c, Drake Maia: and again the name parasite pops inot my head...a vermin...a disease wit no cure but total annialation
[18-21:17] 49c, Drake Maia: * he laughs *..i knew what she was doing
[18-21:18] 5fb, *Zaron : * Sighs once again.* And the same thing could be said about the predator, as they will only stop killing that species once that entire species has been whiped from the face of the earth.
[18-21:18] 5fb, *Zaron : A predator is no better then a parasite, and vice versa. The only thing that distingushes them is how long the prey lives.
[18-21:19] 5fb, *Zaron : And you know we could argue this for all eternity.
[18-21:19] 49c, Drake Maia: but i am not a predator
[18-21:20] 5fb, *Zaron : Do you not have to kill before you eat something, or atleast eat something that has already been killed?
[18-21:20] 5fb, *Zaron : Or do you leech off another living being, letting them live but getting your nourishment from them, thus making you a parasite?
[18-21:20] 49c, Drake Maia: i dont eat meat
[18-21:21] 5fb, *Zaron : Or do you do the impossible and depend upon the energies of the universe to allow you to create your own subtanence internally like a plant does.
[18-21:21] 5fb, *Zaron : Eatting a plant is still killing a living being to survive.
[18-21:22] 49c, Drake Maia: i take what is givin to me ...i dont take willingly
[18-21:22] 5fb, *Zaron : The only thing on this world that is not a predator or a parasite are the plants, and that's because they use the sun's light to create their own food internally using that which is found in the ground and air around them.
[18-21:22] 49c, Drake Maia: i take what the earth gives me ..it is a gift for my ...services
[18-21:23] 49c, Drake Maia: * raises a brow* they still take
[18-21:24] 5fb, *Zaron : And it cannot be argued that the plants are parasites because they form a symboiosis with the other living things they use to get those chemicals from. They give oxygen to all the animals in this world in return for carbon dioxide and nitrogen
[18-21:24] 5fb, *Zaron : And even nitrogen and carbon dioxide is found naturally in this world if animals did not exist thanks to the natural processes of the world.
[18-21:25] 49c, Drake Maia: * humorig* and your point is
[18-21:25] 49c, Drake Maia: ((damn comp ))
[18-21:25] 49c, Drake Maia: humoring ev
[18-21:25] 5fb, *Zaron : (( And thus all the other players catch a glimpse of how cold this player can be in his thinking.))
[18-21:26] 49c, Drake Maia: ((ok the damn keybored batter...i have to change it
[18-21:26] 5fb, *Zaron : That you are no better then me. That really, the only thing that can be suited to pass judgement on any animal, or undead parasite, are plants.
[18-21:27] 5fb, *Zaron : Unless you find me a living god or goddess that does not require nurishment out of anything that was once living.
[18-21:27] 5fb, *Zaron : Then they too are suited to pass judgement.
[18-21:27] 49c, Drake Maia: you are more right then you know ...only plants cannot deal this judments ..so they need there avatars...* smirks*
[18-21:28] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Any of this make sense to you?))
[18-21:28] 49c, Drake Maia: ((yes))
[18-21:29] 5fb, *Zaron : Then why do you only pick out that which was once alive, but no longer is. Why not pass judgement upon humans and other animals also? Why not pass judgement upon your own kind if you are an avatar for the plants?
[18-21:29] 5fb, *Zaron : But most importantly, why not pass judgement upon yourself?
[18-21:29] 49c, Drake Maia: ohh but i am
[18-21:29] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Good, cause some people aren't able to catch my trains of thought))
[18-21:30] 5fb, *Zaron : And let me guess, you have found me, and the rest of the world guilty as charged? Or is it only my species that you have found guilty?
[18-21:33] 49c, Drake Maia: *smiles* no just your kind has always been at the top of the list
[18-21:33] MSG: Zaron tried to message Drake (not registered).
[18-21:34] 49c, Drake Maia: sorry
[18-21:35] 5fb, *Zaron : And why is that? We are no more evil then humans are. If anything, humans are more destructive then my kind is. Whom slaughtered millions of their own kind in the name of god? Who tried to commit genocide upon their own species time and time again? Whom invented the fucking atomic bomb, and not just that, made it even more powerful?
[18-21:36] 5fb, *Zaron : I can tell you right now, vampires did not create that bomb. If anything, if we still had the ability to have bowel movements, many of us would have shat our pants.
[18-21:37] 49c, Drake Maia: you taint the world in a worst way then what a human could ever do
[18-21:38] 5fb, *Zaron : You know, you say that we are move evil then humans, yet our actions don't justify those claims.
[18-21:38] 5fb, *Zaron : ((move=more))
[18-21:40] 49c, Drake Maia: * he stands from his seat he walks towards teh door ...but stops and turns around * are you sure about that....are you realy sure ...or have your masterd fooled you into beleivingt your a brood of little innocent unfortunates...* he laughs a bit* how sad...*with that he is gone*
[18-21:40] 49c, Drake Maia: ((sorry back is killing me gotta run))
[18-21:41] 5fb, *Zaron : I mean, yeah, not all of us are saints. And there are quite a few vampires who are just plain out heartless. But for every heartless vampire there is, you can find atleast ten more humans who eather are just as heartless or have been in their life time.
[18-21:41] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Night man.))
[18-21:41] 5fb, *Zaron : No, my master has not fooled me into believing that....because I don't have a master. Haven't had once since I lost my memory.
[18-21:42] 5fb, *Zaron : * Shakes his head and mutters to himself.* Sad, they are just as stuck in their beliefs as the Catholics were, or as the Islamic nation is.
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[18-21:43] 5fb, *Zaron : * Takes another swig of his bottle of schnapps and closes his eyes. He lets his memories slowly flood his mind.*
[18-21:45] 29e, ºKitty: *peers at Zarsh*
[18-21:45] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : *after some personal time, she meanders back into the Before the Dawn, in a much more casual mood than during her business hours of the night. Brows raise at spotting Zaron, still within* My, you`ve been here quite a while, hm?
[18-21:45] MSG: Zaron sent a message to Zarshreiy Kushiel.
[18-21:45] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (*loves the kitty and zar madly*)
[18-21:46] 5fb, *Zaron : * Looks up and looks at Zarshreiy.* Yes, I have been. Been thinking about what I found out tonight....and letting what I found out tonight open more doors inside my mind.
[18-21:46] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Alright, the narcassistic asshole in me has gotta know. What cha all think of that little arguement between me and Drake?))
[18-21:47] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : Would you prefer I leave you be? *long arms cross her chest as she regards him, curious but, as always, restrained* I wouldn`t want to inhibit any door-opening going on in that head of yours.
[18-21:48] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (Well, as in quality of play, or topic?)
[18-21:49] 5fb, *Zaron : Nah, you can stay if you wish. The remembering of one's own past is better left to when the person is in private anyways, or when they are asleep, that way they have time to soak it all back in.
[18-21:49] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Eather or))
[18-21:49] 29e, *Mark Morgan: (well your side was pretty good.. in both Zaron)
[18-21:50] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel : (Quality of play was lacking from Drake, but that`s common for him. As for topic, well. I usually play Garou, but your point was well-put.)
[18-21:52] 29e, *Mark Morgan: *agrees with Zarsh*)
[18-21:53] 5fb, *Zaron : (( * Smiles and does happy dance. Just as his ego begins to inflate, he shoots it down a bit.*))
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[18-21:55] 29e, *Mark Morgan: (*patches up your ego then*)
[18-21:55] 5fb, *Zaron : ((Heh heh.))
[18-21:55] MSG: Zarshreiy Kushiel sent a message to Zaron.
[18-21:56] 5fb, *Zaron : * Looks around.* Know what I just noticed...that I have not seen a jukebox in here at all.
[18-21:57] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: I really can`t imagine what it must be lack. My Family ... all of us, we are born with a memory that is born on our blood; of our Progenator and how we came to be; who our ancestors are, what line we came from ... *she laughs at him and points behind the bar* Ask the bartender what you`d like to here. There`s one in the back. Too many fights kept destroying them.
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[18-21:58] 5fb, *Zaron : * Nods.* I see. * Speaking about the jukebox and her memory.* Well, ya see...unfortunately I was not so lucky.
[18-21:59] 5fb, *Zaron : ((* Kicks Zarsh's comp as it keeps kicking her off*))
[18-22:00] 29e, *Mark Morgan: *The last time he'd seen Zarsh it'd been a couple of days after her.. attack or such.. and now he wanted to find her, which was easy enough because of their Link, so there he was, just a moment away from her..*
[18-22:04] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (*huggles Zar* Maybe your kicking will work better than mine!)
[18-22:05] 5fb, *Zaron : ((Maybe))
[18-22:06] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: If I were telepathic rather than telekinetic, I`d ask if you`d like mt o delve into that mind of yours and try to pry more doors open for you. Alas, my telepathy extends only to members of my Family. *her smile is sweet but sad; there has always been the urge to help and heal in her, even in her undead state. Her head snaps up as Mark enters; her entire demeanor changes. She tenses with excitement, and her eyes gleam with the sweet simmer of love*
[18-22:08] 5fb, *Zaron : * Sees her reaction towards the man whom just walked in.* Go to him.
[18-22:09] 29e, *Mark Morgan: *Once he spots her, he smiles, but he doesn't move yet as he feels some bad for not being around more since her 'attack'*
[18-22:11] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: *she rises and hurls herself at Mark, knowing full well he can take it, sweeping her arms around his neck. She can see the doubt in his face, but a quick, sweet kiss hopefully settles the matter* Don`t worry. No possession this time.
[18-22:11] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (only going to around until eleven thirty ..mat needs to get back on in a few.)
[18-22:12] 5fb, *Zaron : * He smiles to himself and closes his eyes once again.*
[18-22:14] 29e, *Mark Morgan: (aww) *he grabs her up, what a sappy seen it must seem, but what ddi he care.* I'm sorry..* he mumbled against her lips*
[18-22:18] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: You were busy. It`s okay. *she murmurs there, against his cold lips, eyes locked with his; dewy and sentimental. He always did that to her* We all have our obligations, hm?
[18-22:20] 29e, *Mark Morgan: *he nods slightly, hugging her around her waist, a small smile on his lips, green eyes bright*
[18-22:20] 5fb, *Zaron : * He lets his memories slowly return once again. Doesn't know why he's doing that here...guesses it's cause he wants to wait and see if anyone else shows up.*
[18-22:24] 49c, ºZarshreiy Kushiel: (Im sorry. Ive got to go. I`m falling asleep here. G`night my darlings. I love you! *hugs, kisses, and promises for a decent and complete game ...sometime!*)
[18-22:24] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Night)))
[18-22:35] 5fb, *Zaron : * Sighs as he opens his eyes and looks around the bar. He doesn't recognize anyone. Mutters to himself.* I'll wait another half hour.
[18-22:41] 29e, ºKitty: blargh
[18-22:41] 5fb, *Zaron : ((Argeed))
[18-22:46] 29e, ºKitty: want me to bring in saven?
[18-22:48] 5fb, *Zaron : ((Sure))
[18-22:48] 29e, *Saven Rahyn : alrighty)
[18-22:50] 29e, *Saven Rahyn : *Yet again finds herself at BtD, dark hair free of its braid this time and flowing out behind her as if a cape almost. She enters and looks about a moment, onyx eyes looking around the place, trying to spy for anyone she might know*
[18-22:51] 5fb, *Zaron : * He stays seated at his table, eyes closed, bottle of schnaps infront of him. He listens to the conversations going on around him, and remembers bits and pieces of his past.*
[18-22:53] 29e, *Saven Rahyn : *She'd seen him, but as his eyes were closed and in some areas she was a polite woman she banished it, she'd only met him once anyway... she walked over tot he bar and ordered her usual double vodka martini*
[18-22:55] 5fb, *Zaron : * Opens his eyes and spots Saven. He motions for a waiter to come over to him and tells him to tell the bar tender that he would pay for the lady's drink.*
[18-22:56] 29e, *Saven Rahyn : *She didn't know this and she sips her drink, always one to order for a while then pay, shes not sitting at the bar though, shes just leaning against it, but her backs to the room*
[18-22:59] 5fb, *Zaron : * Finishes his bottle of schnaps and stands. Walks over to the bar and sits down on the stool next to Saven. Looks at the bar tender and asks him to put on some Cure. 10.15 Saturday Night to be percise. Also orders himself some cranberry juice.*
[18-23:00] 29e, *Saven Rahyn : *She looks over, then smiles.* ahh, hello again..* she answers, as she turns herself to Zaron.*
[18-23:01] 5fb, *Zaron : * Looks at Saven.* Hello
[18-23:03] 5fb, *Zaron : How are you this evening?
[18-23:05] 29e, *Saven Rahyn : *she finally sits on the barstool, pushing all of her long tresses behind her shoulder, shes wearing just a tank top and jeans with time, pale skin shown at every point.* don't know exactly.. since martinis don't do much for me..* she motions to the glass..* I guess I could say.. sober..
[18-23:05] 29e, *Saven Rahyn : What about you?
[18-23:07] 5fb, *Zaron : (( I hate to do this, but I just realized what time it is and that I have to work tomorrow))
[18-23:08] 29e, *Saven Rahyn : (hey no problem we can stop ^_^)
[18-23:08] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Nighty))
[18-23:09] 29e, *Saven Rahyn : night)
[18-23:09] 29e, ºKitty: *thumbs around*
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[18-23:10] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: dum di dum dum
[18-23:12] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: *thinks she's unpopular.. yes*
[18-23:15] 29e, ºKitty: *bites Amadeus*
[18-23:21] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: OWA!
[18-23:21] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: hey!
[18-23:24] 29e, ºKitty: haha! *hisss*
[18-23:27] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: :P
[18-23:30] 29e, ºKitty: hahaha! *growl*
[18-23:31] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: :P wanna rp?
[18-23:31] 29e, ºKitty: brb
[18-23:32] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: bah :P
[18-23:38] 29e, ºKitty: *Laughs maniacally* don't mind if I'm slow... filling out sometihng for my mum
[18-23:42] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: lol oh ok
[18-23:50] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: *drums fingers*
[18-23:57] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: ok now I'm all alone
[18-23:58] 29e, ºKitty: I'm back, bow down before the Pussy!
[19-00:03] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: lol no
[19-00:06] 29e, ºKitty: I smite thee! *thwacks you over the head with the mallet of Obedience*
[19-00:07] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: *watches the decoy get smacked and smited* well.. that was an interesting test *marks down results*
[19-00:15] 29e, ºKitty: *sneak up behind you*
[19-00:26] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: *is unawares*
[19-00:28] 29e, ºKitty: *pounces and mauls*
[19-00:28] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: WOO!
[19-00:31] 0f5, *Amadeus Puck: sorry.. going to bed now
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[19-00:32] 29e, ºKitty: haha! *gives scratches all over*
[19-00:32] 5fb, *Zaron : ((Blargh))
[19-00:33] 5fb, *Zaron : (( I hate insomnia. I want to sleep, but my mind won't let me.))
[19-00:34] 29e, ºKitty: aww! *pets Zaron*
[19-00:38] 5fb, *Zaron : (( * Holds his empty bb gun to his head.*))
[19-00:38] 29e, ºKitty: *misses sleep herself*
[19-00:38] 29e, ºKitty: *takes it away from you and loads it for you*
[19-00:39] 5fb, *Zaron : ((Gee, thanks. Nice to know that I am wanted dead.))
[19-00:41] 29e, ºKitty: heh not really ^_^ who said I's gunna give it back?
[19-00:42] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Good point))
[19-00:44] 29e, ºKitty: ^_^ so you stop in to bore yourself into sleep or play more?
[19-00:46] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Well, I came in to play more....it just happens to be that just as I came in, my current ex-girlfriend while we are on a month long break while I strighten out my life called. Barely talked and she told me that she was just calling to check in. This just activated a depression I've been fighting with. Hence the BB gun to the head thing. It's a great form of stress relief. Alot safer then cutting if you make sure that it's a fake gun and it's not loaded.))
[19-00:48] 29e, ºKitty: ahh yes, have you also tried banging your head against sometihng? *has done that a few times* ........ and my my.. I'd love to point a gun that wasn't a BB to her head =^_^= *has a bit of a high homicidal rate in her..*
[19-00:49] 29e, ºKitty: *wonders if moth is lurking around yet*
[19-00:50] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Nah, my skull thick as ever. Years of multiple head trauma. All that does really is just relief boredom as I usually can't feel the pain. Just acting like I am blowing my brains out seems to do it. Especially if you have a good imagination.))
[19-00:52] 29e, ºKitty: *nods* yes... *just imagines* though I prefer to imagine that happening to others
[19-00:53] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Oh, for that I load the gun up, pick random targets on my wall, and imagine other people's faces on those targets. That also works wonders.))
[19-00:53] 29e, ºKitty: ^_^ yes... *grins*
[19-00:59] 173, ºmoth: What does everyone make out of Elizabeth's board post?
[19-01:00] 5fb, *Zaron : (( I take it that she's bringing Liz in here.))
[19-01:00] 29e, ºKitty: *will have to read it first*
[19-01:01] 173, ºmoth: No, I mean on the avatar thread.
[19-01:01] 29e, ºKitty: oh joy..
[19-01:02] 173, ºmoth: *Pets Kitty.* You should know better than anyone what will happen if shit starts.
[19-01:03] 29e, ºKitty: *purrs* yes I know.... *small grin*
[19-01:03] 5fb, *Zaron : (( Welp, I just staked my claim on Voltaire))
[19-01:04] 5fb, *Zaron : ((*Guy in his pic*))
[19-01:05] 5fb, *Zaron : (( As for what Liz ment, I dunno))
[19-01:05] 173, ºmoth: I think what she is getting at, is that she wants the other person who uses Angelina to find a new image.
[19-01:06] 5fb, *Zaron : ((Perhaps))
[19-01:07] 29e, ºKitty: isn't it Amanda that uses her?
[19-01:07] 173, ºmoth: Nope. Trinity.
[19-01:08] 173, ºmoth: *..doubts you know her.*
[19-01:08] 29e, ºKitty: ooooo okay.. *knows Amanda uses her too thoguh....*
[19-01:09] 173, ºmoth: ..for what character?
[19-01:10] 29e, ºKitty: um..... Rennin ?
[19-01:12] 29e, ºKitty: oh by the way mothy dear..... is your brother going to be on at all tonight?
[19-01:13] 173, ºmoth: Probably not, he's immersed in video games at the moment.
[19-01:14] 5fb, *Zaron : Welp, nighty people. I am gonna attempt to sleep
[19-01:14] 29e, ºKitty: damn.. I wish I could do that....
[19-01:14] 5fb, *Zaron: ((*Gone*))
[19-01:14] 173, ºmoth: Night Zaron.
[19-01:14] 29e, ºKitty: okay laters Zar
[19-01:18] 173, ºmoth: *Eyes AIM* Apparently, he is getting on Kitty.
[19-01:19] 29e, ºKitty: oh? *blinks*
[19-01:20] 29e, ºKitty: *wonders if she can rub against moth leg without getting stabbed... or shot*
[19-01:21] 173, ºmoth: *..steals the BB gun from earlier - shoots.*
[19-01:21] 29e, ºKitty: *whimpers.. wonders why shes disliked*
[19-01:22] 173, ºmoth: If you think that means you are disliked than that must mean I dislike everyone - which my brother would probably say is a true statement.
[19-01:23] 29e, ºKitty: heh a bit volitile aren't you... *sighs, and digs out bb pellets*
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[19-01:25] 29e, ºKitty: *wonders if moths brother is anything like him*
[19-01:26] 173, *Zeke Bedford: (yeah...)
[19-01:27] 29e, *Ginger Lox: yay, two sadistic males then.....)
[19-01:31] 29e, *Ginger Lox: (*wonders if they'll be rp, and it will be followed through this time.....*)
[19-01:32] 173, ºmoth: Don't the two of you ever pause and follow through?
[19-01:32] 173, *Zeke Bedford: (Shifty eyes* What?)
[19-01:34] 29e, *Ginger Lox: heh well... this would be the first time ^_~
[19-01:34] 29e, *Ginger Lox: *remembers Zekes post.. will reply if he wishes to unpause*)
[19-01:37] 173, *Zeke Bedford: (sure)
[19-01:40] 29e, *Ginger Lox: (*unpause then*) *As his hand moves down her bare spine she shivers, her face gets about an inch from his as she looks his face over and stares into his eyes a moment, before she straightens and her leg steps over his knee.* Alright then, lets go.. * She says, red hair falling in her green eyes yet again.*
[19-01:42] 29e, *Ginger Lox: (*insists once this gets to the point it has to go beyond here, go to IM because... PR, won't.. work.. for.. her... **twitch**)
[19-01:44] 173, ºmoth: Why doesn't it work for you?
[19-01:45] 173, *Zeke Bedford: *He has to try to contain himself from simply leaning forward and giving her a kiss, though before he could do anything, she had moved. He sits there a moment, before looking around, almost as if questioning if he should really go, but he then stands and moves after her*(
[19-01:45] 29e, *Ginger Lox: how the hell should I know? I've tried everything.. maybe it hates aol users? *she hates aol..*)
[19-01:47] MSG: Zeke Bedford sent a message to Ginger Lox.
[19-01:47] 29e, *Ginger Lox: *she waits at the door for him brushing her hand over his arm when he follows as she heads out the door, watching from behind he could clearly see the kanji on her lower, lower, back.*
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[19-01:51] 29e, *Ginger Lox: *string of cat lang curses*)
[19-01:51] 173, *Zeke Bedford: *He does indeed notice it, and as they reach the car, he moves to open the door for her, when she is seated he moves to sit down and they pull away, arriving at his apartment minutes later* **FADE**
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[19-02:59] 173, ºmoth: *Waves to Morg.*
[19-02:59] 173, ºmoth: *Waves to Morg.*
[19-03:00] c9c, *Morguline: (Hello..)
[19-03:02] 173, ºJuden Sores: (How are you this evening?)
[19-03:04] c9c, *Morguline: (Fine. Would be better if I could find my friggin' pictures for Morg.)
[19-03:04] 173, ºJuden Sores 
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[19-03:05] 173, ºJuden Sores : (*Link.*)
[19-03:06] 173, ºJuden Sores : (*Image.*)
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: (Not bad I suppose, though I believe all the images I had hosted on PJJ magically vanished. So, I guess it's not going all that well. Gotta make new ones now.): (Used to used to, then used to be on PJJ when Homestead was actin' up. ): (Yeah, been considering usin' some of those. Although the ones I previously had were uber badass, and took me forever to find in the first place, heh. Blarge. Ah well. I'll figure somethin' out.): (Yeah.): (Hm.): (Ah... Homestead, you've let to let me down. Groovy.): (Well, now it seems I don't have to. But I'd normally go through -- http://image.projectjj.com/ )
: (test): (test): .: (*oogles*): (I`ll be just a moment.): ((* Kicks his computer.*)) * Sits on his bed, looking at the wall of his motel room. Closes his eyes and he gets a random flash of memory, causing him to open his eyes. Shakes his head and stands. Already dressed, he simply walks out of his motel room and heads towards the street.*: (( No preference)): *she meanders about somewhere in L.A.; wondering why in the hell she`s still here, in this wretched city so full of Taint. Perhaps there`s some unexplicable pull, or maybe she`s just unwilling to leave her son now that he`s so close. Who`s to say? Hands stuffed in her pockets, green eyes intent on the road before her*: (Know what? I can`t play right now! My son just woke up from his classic twenty minute nap. I should be back on around seven or eight, however! Sorry! *goes*): (( It's alright. Laters)): ((Aaaaaah)): ((So, care to continue then?)): * Walks down the street, so familiar, yet so new. He doesn't head towards the bar, infact, he just walks past it.*: ((brb)): ((Back)): (( Get what?)): * Stops and looks at Lucreccia. Raises an eyebrow as her face seems vaguely familiar, but not at the same time.* Do I know you?: (( Argh)): ((*lurks*)): ((*Leaves*)): *pouts*: *looks down at her hand, a crumpled post-it in her palm giving a time and a place, never a name. Yes, this is the right direction. She pushes the door of the bar open with her shoulder and walks in*: *He'd glanced at the door, but when it was a woman that entered he just looked back down, he was dressed in jeans, black t and a trench, his hair was dirty blond and his eyes a shifty hazel. He sat with a full glass of gin and a paper on the table.*: *looks at the paper again, although she'd had the name memorized... well, this must be the guy, unless it's not and he's late. Her steps are confident. She's never gotten guns quite like this before, but she has gotten them. She stands by the table, putting it and another foot or so between them* Are you Ian McMarth?: *His eyes shift around him before looking to her.* if I am? *he asks in a low tone, his pale skin quite contrast to his black T and trench*: Something came up that Lennon had to take care of. I came instead. Should we get going? *tilts her head just slightly towards the door*: *He raises a brow for just a moment, then stands, tosing a tip on the table and heads out infront of her, not bothering to leave the door open, or hold it for her.*: *is actually a little surprised that he went so easily. She'd just been getting used to people not knowing and trusting her, especially when they don't even know who she is. Well, it just made it a little easier on her tonight. She blinks when the door slams in her face, but she just opens it and walks out. She knows better than to expect any kind of manners from these people*: *He's waiting for her around the darker corner, but when shes a bit more close he has a gun pointed straight at her head.* I'm going to need a little more convincing than that you can in place of Lennon.. Who are you? * He raises a brow, not a fellow to be taken lightly.*: can = came*^: *her steps stop of course when the gun was in her face. Ah, there it was. She didn't look too surprised, or too frightened* I'm Madeline. Lennon and I live together.: And what is it he wanted? *testing of course, he knew, in part what the set was.. His finger was on the trigger, and he was very level with it.*: *slowly, very slowly, so that she doesn't get shot in the face, her hand goes towards the breast pocket of her black, fitted leather jacket* May I get the list from my pocket?: *His eyes narrow, but he nods, finger though a little tighter on the trigger, one wrong move and it'd go off*: *she knows the drill, she's been on his end of it several times. Instead of using her whole hand, she merely uses two fingers to dig the paper out. Not like she could hide anything in that particular part of her outfit... well, maybe some of her little inventions, but he's probably not watching for little inventions. The paper is stuck between her middle and index finger. She merely bends her wrist back to give it to him, moving as little as possible*: *And he reaches out and grabs it, barely taking his eyes off her as he looks the thing over, then looks fully at her for a moment. After what seems like a small age he puts the gun back near his hip in some unseen holster and grins at her, relaxed now.* ahh good, sorry about that, but you know how things are..: *smirks, raising a brow* Indeed. *she'd began to think that he was illiterate due to the time it had taken him to read it... that or the handwriting was a mix of her old style script, learned over two hundred years ago, and Lennon's which is twice that* Is everything in order then? *her accent is thickly British, going nicely with her soft, syrupy voice*: *oh he was just trying to figure how many others he'd have to go through to get this stuff..* sure.. all but the last.. *he said tapping the paper.* that'll take a little longer than the normal 48 hours...: *that, by the look on her face, is not what she wanted to hear* and why is that?: because its not everyday, even from my area of business.. *he answers, tucking the list in his pocket.*: Is there somewhere else that we can talk about this?: where do you want to talk? *he says, all the while looking around*: Where are they? *assuming he'd know what she's talking about*: *where are they usually.. with ones like us.. or me.. ?: (brb I gotta get a smoke): (back): Have you even started looking for them? *she's starting to get angry, though her tone never rises, but maybe he wasn't given the list on the phone before and asking for it wasn't just a check... she hadn't quite gotten all of the details* Are you saying that you haven't even gotten them yet? (yay!): (whoa, switch those two spoken sentances around because it doesn't make any sense that way*: ((hello, homies coming in!)): he didn't give me the list.. thats what this meeting was about, didn't he fill you in? *he frowns, his eyes narrowing some*: He was in a hurry when he left. I just helped him make the list. He set up a whole meeting just to get the list? *well, it made sense, meeting the guy to get a feel for him. But what could they expect, really*: (*randomly hugged*..... w00t!!!): Now that I know what this is, it won't take any time to get it.... but the last one is sometihng that will take a fe days..: and yes.. he did, I told him I meet first... then get...: Perhaps I should hire somone else if you can't complete the job, then *holds her hand out for the list*: hey I didn't say I couldn't get it. *he gripes.* but it will take a few days, plus he wouldn't have contacted me if he'd a been able to find someone to get all this to you quicker than me... *he adds*: What makes you think that you weren't simply the cheapest. *and she's usually a very nice person, just not when it comes to business not being done to her standards. Her hand is still out*: because I'm not... *he answers, just looking at her hand for a moment.*: I want then all in 72 hours or less, or I will find somebody else. *what can she do? She didn't spend hundreds of years out here in the "human world"... she just didn't have the connections that Lennon does*: Fine but you'd better expect to pay more.. *he answers, then turns slightly as if to leave.* I'll get to it now, that way you won't have your panties in a twist..* he says, then starts to walk off down the alley*: You're not getting paid any more. 48 hours was the agreement. *she doesn't really call after him, since she figures he can hear her if she speaks normally.* As I said, I can get somebody else. You're already a disappointment.: I'm the best in the field here, if you want you can go ask others who would tell you it was immpossible to get all you wanted in 48 hours, you want this in 72, then you'd better be ready to pay more... no one else would even know where to begin in that time frame.. *he answers back still walking*: ((*Pokes madame Lox*)): *she has the money, of course. Paying this man isn't even a bat of an eyelash in her world... it's just the principle of then thing* You will get them in 72 at the agreed price. I'm no fool. I know what they're worth, and as valuable as I'm sure your time is, you're wasting an extra 24 of mine... an inconvenience that I am being more than generous about *since she's not going to budge on the issue, she now turns and rounds the corner with unhurried, but intentional steps*: *But he'd get his way, or she'd be dead to no great pains to him*: (*thinks Juden and Zeke need to go hunting*): *his car rolls down the street slowly. Zeke had nothing nothing to do after Ginger had left, so he had spent most of his day at home, researching things he would need for his next hunt. After he was done he decided to head out to scope the place out. He had already arranged for everything to be ready. He even had a site for his sniper rifle. He was heading back home now*: *Afew minutes later, the blue camero pulls into a parking lot near his apartment building. He gets out of the car, moving across the street, heading for the building, and upon reaching it he would head for his apartment, unless of course someone didn't stop him first*: (*..should be watching Zeke, and discover that he was spending his time with a werewolf - can only imagine the results.*): (yeah dummy... werecat.) *And just before he would enter the building he would look over to her, blinking before realizing it was her. He get a smirk on his face and walk over to her* Evening. *he looks her over once before looking into her eyes*: No, not tonight... *his smirk fades and he leans against the wall of the building, crossing his arms over his chest* And what have you been up to tonight?: *He nods, looking at her* Well... I suppose that's good to know. *He response to the wink with a small smirk, nothing more*: *he shrugs, his smirk gets a bit wider at the kiss* You could say that... *he shrugs again, his arms remaining acoss his chest*: *He shrugs yet again, the smirk remaining on his face, though it slowly fades as she goes serious* What's that?: *he sighs slightly, looking down* I didn't exactly have a say in the matter... *his answer simple as was her question*: *he sighs again as she leans on him. He lets his arms fall to him sides as he stands there, one arm slowly moving around her*
: (*Icon.*): *And he just stands with his arm around her, watching people move past them. He remains silent through this whole time*: *Had anyone taken the time to explain to her how dreadfully boring the life of an immortal could become then she would certainly not have accepted the Great Rite from Set with such zeal - though there is no doubt in her mind that she would have accepted it nonetheless, as even now she cannot help but feel a sense of loyalty to her creator that runs far deeper than that of any vampire to her Sire - as she had always been a loyal follower of her God, much more so than the other Children of Apophis; but they were fools in some ways, as even now she would gratefully accept a task given to her by Set were he to appear once more from his century long absence. It being these thoughts that trail through her mind as she sits at the bar, more or less ignoring the brave men who have thus far attempted to approach her - though, there had been a few who walked away with broken egos, and that had been enough to discourage most others who didn’t hold the most superb confidence in themselves - her jeweled left hand curled about the thin neck of her martini glass, wearing a short, tight black dress as was her usual, one leg crossed over the other; exuding an almost frightful majesty from her every movement so that few passed without at least a glance in her direction - and she wouldn’t have it any other way.*: *he smirks, and looks down at her* and what does that mean?: *She was one for clubs, and this night was no exeption as she had walked in a little while ago she had quickly staked out the place, gray eyes watching all the various people, while she had to occasionally correct her perpetually falling strap of her dark red tank top. then putting her hands back in the back of her hip hugging jeans that showed off the moon tattoo peeking from near her belly button. She went up to the bar, using the grace her kind had inate in them.*: *He smiles at the touch of her skin against his and gives her a small kiss* You wanna go inside?: *He smiles, taking her hand and leading her into the building and up to his room*: *Even before the werecat had reached the bar she would have been able to catch her scent despite the other strong, almost overwhelming scents that flood her senses, most notably the group of vampires on the balcony above who were disguised ‘cleverly’ as a group of modern goths - there quite a few of them present, but none of them powerful enough to pose any threat to her being here, or they would have already been taken care of by the few loyal Setites who were lurking about the dark corners of the club, as she rarely went anywhere without backup - turning her head minutely to the side as Ryanna would come up to the bar, those chocolate brown eyes of hers narrowing as they would come to rest upon the girl, almost as if she were measuring her up - her voice coming only after she has taken the creature in fully, having noted that innate grace, as it was clear for those who knew what to look for.* Are you here with anyone? *The majesty that was exuded by her very presence carrying over very well into her voice, which seemed to embody a sort of seductive elegance, which was aided in no small part by the bane bonded to her being - she invoking the Succubi’s Veil even as these words would fall from her lips, sure to enthrall the girl and hold her attention, should she have been incapable of doing so otherwise.*: *He smiles, taking her hand and leading her into the building and up to his room*: *And she'd already seen Mariasha, and been interested, but that was her, she took after her mother in that way. She raised a brow as she heard the womans voice, her pale gray eyes watching her, looking her over, as if to weigh the options, but the woman had her attention.* No, I'm not actually...* she answered slowly, her voice heard clearly even if it was soft and steeped in all accents of the united states*: *And such a strange accent it was as she had never heard one that was so hard to place in the time that she had spent in this country, unable to place the location from which the woman had originated as she could with most, but that was inconsequential, as such things weren’t all that important in the grand scheme of things - a moment passing as if she were considering the response she had been given, the fact that the woman before her had seemed to weigh her options included.* Well, it’s good to know I’m not the only one. *She would say with a faint smirk.* I can’t stand this place. *Giving a short nod in the direction of the latest group of young men whose attention she had attracted as a minor demonstration of why she had a distaste for the place - what was it with society today that wouldn’t leave her with a moment of peace? A moment of consideration on the consequences of the utter destruction of the next person who decided to interrupt her thoughts, she quite set on the idea of tearing the next person to disturb her to shreds.*: *She ordered a broken bloody condom and turned her head back to the woman, listening to her the whole time and nodding slightly.* Then why do you come, if you hate it?*she asked, she was to the point never understanding why people do what they would rather not. or more likely say it but secretely revel init*: *At that question she would give a slow shake of her head in an attempt to convey the fact that she hadn’t a clue why she bothered leaving her home to mingle with the people that frequented the clubs of this city, an answer coming to the question with only a moment of consideration.* Because I hate being alone more. *She would say simply as her fingertips would dance along the neck of her glass, a single finger coming to run across the top edge of the thing absently as she would await some response to this, that lovely smirk ever upon her lips.*: faced with two evils I see.. *she gets her drink and takes a healthy sip.* I've been taught though, that one is never alone..* she says slowly, flicking a dark strand of her hair form her face, and watching the woman.*: Oh, I don’t know about that - but even if one were to assume that you are right and one is never alone, you would be surprised how the mind can play tricks on you. *A soft laugh coming to accentuate her words obviously having found some amusement in her own, her hand moving down from its place at the top of the glass until her fingers would come to curl about the thin stem once more, and it would be in this way that she would lift it slowly to her lips, taking a slow sip of the martini.*: (*Image.*): (*Image.*): (*Image.*): *she just looked amused, her nails tapping her own glass idly as the woman laughed and sipped her drink.* But thats me, I've always enjoyed the thought of having someone watch me every moment of my life..: Every moment? *Arching a brow as she would ask this, as that could have some very interesting connotations, this being the foremost reasons that she felt the need to test the bounds of this statement, wanting to see to what extent the woman before her was tied to what she’d said - wanting to see how much of herself she was willing to reveal.*: *She was one to give the outer and her fantasies but not her hopes and dreams, so she answered with a mischievous glintin her gray eyes.* yes, every moment, seems soo... -exciting-..* and she didn't just mean in the adrenaline way*: *peeks*: (*Kitty wavies to caine*): *waves back and poofs off*: Mmm.. *Almost seeming to purr as she would lean slowly forward, having turned minutely to the side to better face the woman whose name she had yet to discover, though she had no intention of letting her leave without finding out at least that much about her, as there was such power held in a name.* ..I can only imagine that it’s very exciting.. *She would say with the same emphasis placed on this last word, her heart beating a little faster in her chest as her dark eyes would come to meet the gray orbs of Ryan’s gaze - there something equally as powerful as that mischief behind her own.*: Mmm.. *Almost seeming to purr as she would lean slowly forward, having turned minutely to the side to better face the woman whose name she had yet to discover, though she had no intention of letting her leave without finding out at least that much about her, as there was such power held in a name.* ..I can only imagine that it’s very exciting to have someone watching you.. *She would say with the same emphasis placed on ‘exciting‘, her heart beating a little faster in her chest as her dark eyes would come to meet the gray orbs of Ryan’s gaze - there something equally as powerful as that mischief behind her own.*: *She nods, finishing her drink with a backwards tilt of her head, then her eyes went back to Mariasha.* But that is my want, most find it disturbing....*Her smile is one of impish erotica and her brow raises, as she gives a slight shrug over the whole tihng*: *How strange that anyone should find such a desire disturbing, as she found the idea to be quite intriguing - no, more than intriguing, she found the whole thing to be somewhat arousing, shifting slightly upon the stool as she would watch her finish her drink.* Most people are fools. *Leaving it at that, the devilish grin at the corner of her lips widening ever so slightly however, lifting her martini to her lips once more and taking a short sip.*: I'll agree with you there..* she answers, leaning her front against the bar as she orders another bbc, weaving from side to side slightly, sharp eyes looking the place over again.*: *Pause.*: *tap dances in an' pokes His Cec babe*: Hello?*waits: *poofs off*: *Damali follows Grace to their prechosen destination: The Albion, a Mexican resturaunt of high repute* How'd you come to be in L.A.?: you mean why did I come here? *she asks, glancing at Damali*: Uh... yeah. *considers the subtle differance from Grace's perspective*: I came her because I needed a change, and a friend of mine lieves here so I'm rooming with her: Thats nice. I still have to live with my family.: you have too? *she asks, raising a brow slightly... how would anyone have too*: My... family is realy dominating.: ahh...... you should strike out on your own, take whatever money you have and run off.... *she says, hey its what her mother did with her controlling family*: They'd find me. *sounds resigned to this matter for some time now*: what are they the mob? *she asks, not knowing how people could find others unless by chance*: Well my uncle is trying to be.. *they reach the doors of the place and Damali opens it for Grace*
: *stands just inside by the hostess, wearing dark blue jeans and a black zipped corduroy jacket. Her hair is pulled up out of her face and her hands are in her pocket*
: (*hits icon*): *Damali blinks* Mary- er Kailynn?: *And she'd entered, looking to Kailynn, raising a brow to Damali*: *turns her head, recognizing the voice, but not knowing who it belongs to until she sees Damali. It's been a while since she'd seen her... may as well have been a lifetime. She doesn't say anything, she just looks between the two of them as if waiting for either of them to say something else*: Uh... hi. Were you waiting for a table?: ((*waves*)): Not really. I was ordering some stuff to go. *her eyes go back to Grace, having to wonder if she's one of the new girls at the club*: *but she looked to wholesome actually, she just stayed quiet, looking around.. * (*bites Amadeus*): *knows that doesn't matter. She looked wholesome and innocent too at one time. It was part of her appeal*: ((you can come in! Zaron isn't here but if you nab me on yahoo or MSN, I can bring someone else in)): ((*waves for you to join*)) Oh... okay. This is Grace. Grace this is Kailynn... She *realizes that calling her a former coworker would give her away* was somebody I knew a while back.: (*huggles the Devil*): oh..* she nods, not offering a hand as they are stuck in her back pockets but she does give a smile* (*kitty hugs devil*): *nods to Grace, but doesn't return the smile. She's not wasteful with them anymore. Then she looks back to Damali* how's.... um *pauses to remember* Katya?: She left. *she says it very flatly as she's still sore over her former lover leaving, even with a new person in her little heart* ((In the restaurant, waiting to be seated)): ((*tacks another hug onto Robot Devil from the Cookie Monster for good measure*)): oh. I'm sorry to hear that *looks back to Grace, wondering what the relationship is... but it's none of her business. Wishes the damned hostess would hurry up*: *and Grace is not that person, she'd die, she actually thinks the Katya, or whoever must be a sister or such..*: ((trio actualy. eheheehe...)): (hehe): ((Amadeus, dear, when you get a chance, can you a get a profile up?)): *the hostess comes up to Kailynn and tries to explain to her in a very thick hispanic accent that the cooker just had a hissy fit and will be out of commission for about ten minutes while they get it fixed. If Kailynn would like to sit and wait that would be greeeaaaaat*: *and she just shrugs, in no real hurry* Whatever.: *And shes just... there now..*: Uh... would you like to join us?: ((nope, its free format)): (lucky *is already at home for a monty... counting the days* and thanks!): ((if you do play white wolf, I require a full sheet for registration, for free form, you still have to have a little profile. the stuff for that is in the registration link. it's not too scary *pokes Damali* you do it too! you abuser of how much I adore you!): (monty... haha I mean month(: um... I... she said it would just be ten mintues... *doesn't outright refuse, but doesn't jump on the opportunity*: the full monty! haha! *ahems*): ((I'm working on it right now! *worms way further into your heart*)): Oh... *damnit, forcing Damali to be all proactive* I just didn't want to leave you alone if you didn't want to be.: *she kinda stands behind Damali, her personality taking on a shy turn.. yay for switching moods*: ((I'm not... but Moth may be you can send it to him *peeks in the contact for his email addy*): ((here it is mothmonsterman87@bellsouth.net pop it over to him. He's better with formal game stuff. It would me more fair to you to have him look at it)): *is starting to think that shes sucking at this rp right now*): ((Shadow Run's a bit cyberpunk from what we're working with. And anything that isn't human generaly would best do to keep out of the day loving public eye)): ((No you're not)): (*doesn't think she should be in it*) I'll be alright. Someone is waiting for me *smiles a little* Have a good night: *is human.. flaunts her stuff all the time*: *shoots herself*): ((yeah. just pop it to him, give it to me too. parasite_doll@hotmail.com )): Okay. You too. *returns the smile and is taken with Grace to one of the tables*: ((sure! sorry about not being familiar with the game... but I'll check it out and if I can't handle it, we'll think of something.)): ((lol yeah. well, it depends on when you want regged. it doesn't look like he's on right now... but I am ; ) )): *watches the three ladies get seated and moves forward, sighing, rubbing her arm and looking around, blowing air through her lips and making a soft airplane sound*: *she isn't seated. She stands and contintues to wait until the bag of food is brought out. She hooks it into the crook of her arm, having to expose her fingers... all of which on that hand happen to be broken* Thank you.: *and sits and whatnot*: *sighs... rubbing the back of her neck.. yeah.. she can't handle the tension**she turns, letting the next person in line take her place and heads out of the restaurant*: *peeks in the bag to make sure it's all there, then she heads out too, catching the door with her shoulder as it closes behind Amadeus*: Sorry to make you a third person in that conversation... she was... *finds herself repeating her own words* somebody I knew...: someone you worked with? *she said, assuming*: *glances back as she hears the door catch and her eyes widen she backing up and grabbing the door, opening it* hey sorry.. didn't see you: Er... yeah. I've never realy known if she minded people knowing she stripped or not... and she never realy talked to me much anyway.: *laughs a little, reajusting the bag* It's alright. I had it under control.: ahh well.. *she shrugs, not thinking much of it.*: *she blushes softly* alright.. .you're welcome though.. *she lets her walk through before releasing the door*: ((... *wonders why the room randomly cleared*)) *she does walk through the door, looking at the girl oddly, but still with the hint of a smile* Thank you.: ((It's doing it all over PJJ)): ((Did somebody offend the mighty god Tino?)): ........... ): ((whoo. thanks, guys. I thought I pushed the wrong button)): *Damali takes a look at the menu... and realizes she doesn't know anything more than Tacos, Burritos, and Fajitas*: ((that might be..... *prays to the god Tino*)): *doesn't know either.&: *: *just kind of shrugs* your welcome. *she mutters again, starting to feel very awkward*: So... uh... what sounds good to you? *a well played deflection!*: ((Damali now has the single largest profile of the three Aloulas!)): You *stops to release a small chuckle*... don't have to be embarassed. I was just trying to catch it before it closed all the way *starts walking towards a bus stop*: I have absolutely no idea....* she answered, looking at the menu*: (*icon*): sorry I'm...just not used to... people.. *she sighed, walking with her oddly enough, since she was going in the same direction that Amadeus wanted to go*: Think I'll go with what I recognize then. So are you staying until you get word from Oregon?: I am. It doesn't make it any easier to deal with them. *shifts her bag again so that she can sit on the bench*: Oregon? *she asks, blinking, when was Seattle in the state of oregon.*: *Damali doesn't know the geography of the country. She did pretty good for being only a state off* You said you were waiting for a call from Seattle, right?: *she stands at the side of the bench, looking at her softly and looking out over the street with a soft sigh*: yes, its in Washington though..* she answers, with a laugh*: *looks at the girl when she stops next to her. Feeling the sudden urge to strike up a conversation... as if it would make it less awkward* It's a little rough to get in to the restaurant at this time, unless you want to sit at the bar.: *thinks* But isn't that the Capital? *so close, yet so far*: *She starts laughing her head off* no no.. Washington DC is the capital, Washington is a state...: (*can't help it... tries to restain... oh! TRIES* "capitol" guys)): *sighs, mildy frustrated by this* Why do you have a City and a state named the same thing? ((*is a slut for bad spelling*)): heh sorry! *never was good at that*): *shrugs slowly* been sitting at the bar already this week too much... *sighs*: *smiles fully, looking out over the street. She can relate* At least you don't live in a place that has one.: (*is a whiz!* thank heavens you have me, then! "capital- the first letter of the first word in a sentance that is capitalized" "Captiol" the "important" city of a state or country): yes...... mother ): *chuckles* yeah,.. I guess that's maybe a plus.. *she sighs, holding that card in her hand, wondering if she'll ever see him again*: ya know, I don't know....* she said, shrugging*: Are you waiting for the bus, too? *it seems like a stupid question, but she doesn't want the girl to think that she needs company*: About why or if you would leave immediately?: oh uh, no..... I'm.. actually I really don't knnow, all I'm doing right now is waiting because they do have a rehab in this place: no... no... I... just.. I dunno.. stopped walking... I just live down t he street... that way *she pointed in the opposite direction of the bus*: Are you paid?: when I work there, yes of course. but thats not the reason....: You live here? You don't seem like someone who lives here *it's out of her mouth before she realizes how lame it sounds*: What is?: well... I...'m not... I'm from Orange County originally..: to help the animals: Oh. I've never been there, but I guess that would explain it. Ypi: (*ick. hit the button too soon) *cont. You'll get over the people, soon. They'll just become a sort of... noise: ah ... alright.... *she sighed and shrugged* seems as if everyone is picking up on the fact that I'm not from around here: You realy do like animals then.: of course..... why wouldn't I.. *she says, looking as a waiter comes over*: Hey, I'm from Jersey. If I made it, you will too *chews on her lips*: *nods and chuckles* My names Amadeus: Kailynn *still getting used to being able to say her name to whoever she wants* and the damned bus is late.: *orders herself some fajitas* I can't think of a reason why not... I just can't get myself worked up a great deal for more than one being at a time, animal or otherwise: but thats you.... how old are you? *she asks, then orders the toco salad.*: Uhmmm.... *has to think hard to remember the age on her driver's licence* Twenty-one.: it's always late... damned city buses..: *as if on que, here it comes and she stands* It's nice to meet you *and she's off* (I've gotta go. sorry about the abruptbess. owner of the comp wants it. night all!)): Night.. .*she sighed and trudged away*(night!): oh? just a tad younger than I.......... *she says..*: A lot of people tell me I'm young.: *She nods slightly.*: I think I've grown up a lot in the few years I've had though.: really? *she asks, turning her eyes to Damali fully*: I lived through the ten year war between Iraq and Iran. Such a thing ages a person quickly.: yes............ *she really never paid much attentiont o the news so she didn't know when that was.....*: Sorry. This isn't something you should realy talk about before you eat.: ((pauz0rz)): ((*peeks in*)): ((*waves to kitty and Zaron* Hello you two)): ((good, just peeking in and seeing what is going on)): ((I have to go though, need to wake up in about 2 hours)): (I hate snow.): (Oi. Suppose I outta go shovel. Or perhaps sit in warmth and just consider it. Hm.): (There's snow. So, that's too cold as it is. A reasonable level of cold is when I can watch the ice in my glass melt.): (Yeah, where are you, thew freakin' north pole? 30 below? What the hell is that.): (Speaking of going out, suppose I outta shovel. ::outtie::): (*Peers.*)
: ((there were question marks instead of circles next to our names))): ((there were question marks instead of circles next to our names))): *had come in late, but it didn't matter. She'd made her quota for the week two days ago. She's in her full trampy dom costume, sitting at a back table, watching the girl on stage with little interest*: *had come in late, but it didn't matter. She'd made her quota for the week two days ago. She's in her full trampy dom costume, sitting at a back table, watching the girl on stage with little interest*: ((weird stuff is going on.... *didn't push the post button twice... or get booted*)): *she slumps inside, not at all looking the typical patron. Scarred, tattooed, and generally rough. Her hair is pulled back into a careless ponytail. She only notices Marley because her table is one of the few not crowded around by men, and she needs a seat. She wanders over and sits, without asking, or without acknowledging Marley at all*: (*beats icon*): *but it gets Marley's attention. She looks over at this ballsy broad and frowns.* This table is reserved.: *green eyes slant at Marley, briefly. Clear the woman works here* My cash goes into this table and everything else in this club. I`ll sit wherever I want.: Although, I'm sure you paid to get through the door, I don't see any money on this particular table, therefore, you'll just have to sit somewhere else.: *she laughs and shrugs* I`m not going to pay to sit here, or pay you to sit here. Get up on stage, or get on my lap. Otherwise, I`ll keep my money in my pocket and you can go elsewhere.: I.... was here first and I certainly don't sit on any laps *She actually seems totally disgusted by the idea*: Get over yourself. You sound like a kid at the lunch table. Get up or shut up. *hasn`t actually looked at Marley since that first glance. She has since ordered a beer*: *she's not going to do either, yet she keeps herself composed... a picture of control* Regardless of what I sound like, I'm an employee, so I can have you bounced with a bat of my eyelash if you're bothering me. And you are, by planting your dykish self here, scaring away my customers.: I`m no dyke, don`t get ahead of yourself. Your attitude probably scares enough away as it is. *she remains firmly planted in her seat and takes a good gulp of her beer. She wouldn`t mind sinking a fist into the woman`s face, if it got to that* Some employee. You should be pandering to any customer. Enough bad press gets out about this place and you`ll be out of work. *and she has the contacts to do it, too*: What makes you think this place doesn't already get bad press? And I'm no novice. I don't pander to any customer. My attitude is what draws them... you're sitting here, aren't you?: I`m sitting here because there`s hardly any other place to sit. Don`t flatter yourself.: It's my job to flatter myself, until I'm flattered with cash of course. *pulls a clove from the cigarette case that is built into her leather garter, laced around her long, shapely leg... her trademark, and lights it*: Whatever works for you, lady. *She finishes her beer, and signals for a glass of water. One on one, is her policy. She continues to watch the stage, though with no real interest. Where are the men tonight? Oh, shit. Don`t tell me she got here on an all-girls night*: *she leans back, lifting that leg so that the bottom of her boot is pressing against the edge of the table, but it doesn't move it. Her costume is equisite, obviously costing a small fortune. She looks like a perfect bondage doll... that will kick your ass* You look a little horrified. Don't tell me that you didn't know what kind of place this is.: I knew. I also know there are nights where men are the featured candy, not women. *and yes, there are. Cec said so on her first board post ever! Melph!* Just chose the wrong night. No big deal. *but she is a little anxious, though practice makes it hard to see*: *knows that!* Well, isn't that a pity? Too bad you won't get your cover charge back.: (yo, drake): *she just laughs, dragging on her cigarette.* So, why are you still here then?: Water is free. You didn't pay for it.: I've lived here all my life and I guarantee that the bouncers here have bigger things to worry about than people not paying for water.: If we're so beneath you... then why are you here? Nice... burly lass like yourself could certainly find a better way to spend her time, I'm sure *smirks. She's not annoyed. She loves to argue and at the moment, she's getting paid to do it*: ((*thinks everybody not IC, should be IC, and since she's the supreme being and all... her thinking is the most brilliant*)): *nothing for Marley indeed. She takes the cash from the table and sticks it into her bodice* ((night, Luc baby!)): *stands behind the bar. She's originally come to make sure that Jaylin was still alive, but seeing as he wasn't home and she currently owes Jihan, the one person she doesn't want to owe anything to, three thousand dollars... she decided to work, even though the majority of her fingers are still taped together and broken, but lucky for her... nobody is here*: *And he was headed straight for the bar, wondering, figuring. And once he opened the door her was right, she was there*: *she smiles when she sees that the person entering is him... he can get his own drinks* Hey.: Hey.. *He smiles and goes over to her, prone to giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek now.* Don't know why but I figured I'd find you here....: I can't afford to sit around in that hotel room anymore. I need to find a new place, so I need a down payment.: well the offer stands you can live with me... *he answers.* has nothing more than a friend.. *he just blurts it out*: peopl are lurking and not playing! bad! *points at the five*): I appreciate it, but I need to be on my own. I don't really live well with other people. (but I like it, so you should keep it. Besides, you can always scroll to the bottom to see how many people are in): considering its a two story house........ *but he just shrugs.* you could stay there until you got healed fully..... if you want easy work I know someone that could give it to you..: I don't want easy work and I don't want to live with you. I'm going to get frustrated if you keep asking, now would you like a drink?: you can't be just nice for an hour can you? *he raises a brow, amused, then gets his own drink*: I was nice when I brought you mexican food last night. I even stood around for a long time to wait for it. That pretty much took all of the nice out of me for a while.: Yes, and I thank you for it. but still... *he says pouring the vodka*: (( yo, Dev *huggles*)): I just didn't ask for your help. I don't really need it right now *looks over her shoulder at him* Well, unless you want to pour me a shot ((*huggles Jessiface*)): *he smirks* why not? *so indeed he pours her a shot and sets it infront of her.* What good are you doing here when the costomers have to get there own drinks....: (*it goes all the way through, of course* Wanna come in? I can double up no problemo)): *can double too for anyone who wants to play.*): It hasn't been a problem so far, since you're the only one here. *nabs a straw with her teeth and plunks it into the glass* ((can you start so I know who to bring?)): *he rolls his eyes and sits down at the bar* but eventually others will come in: You're being very negative. I told you I need to be here. I have bills to pay. My house costs money, even if I'm not there.: .::steps out onto the sidewalk, swinging the heavy door of her apartment block shut behind her. She pauses to rummage through her coat pockets for a cigarette and a lone match, striking it against the red brick facade, hugging the smoke between her lips and cupping her tiny hand around the flame as she inhales deeply::.: but.. heh I paid for it.... *he answers*: No you didn't. *her eyes narrow into a glare*: don't believe me? *he raises a brow*: *is headed in the other direction, having the last of Ariel's stuff from her apartment, going to his. It's really just one final suitcase, so he decided to walk, stopping occasionally to look into windows. Too bad the stores are all closed*: Oh, no... I believe you which is why it pisses me off so much. *she doesn't know what makes her more angry... that he presumed to do this, or that she borrowed that money from Jihan for nothing.*: hey it was only this months! .... suffer next month..* he grumbles *: .::glances down the length of the sidewalk, both ways, spotting the walking Zakari a ways away. She raises her eyebrows, pushing away from the brick wall and heading off in his direction. She hurries long until she's 10 or so yards behind him, then she slows to a comfortable pace, watching him::.: Well, I'm paying you back and I don't want to hear any bullshit about it. I didn't ask for your fucking help. What even made you think that I don't have the money for it.: *since he's a vampire and all, he hears the hurried steps, and then he hears them slow down. As a bit of a test, he stops in front of a random window... happening to be a closed deli, and looks into the window as if he's interested*: *He just looks at her, then downs the shot....*: .::just happens to be busy fussing with her hair when he stops, and bumps right into him. She stumbles back a few steps, wincing::. ...sorry.: *smiles politely, his longish dark hair tucked behind his ears* No harm done.: .::some other random walking person passes them by, conveniently bumping her shoulder as they go, causing her purse to slip and fall and all of its contents to scatter across the sidewalk!; a handful of bobbypins, a tube of lipstick, a notebook and a few blue pens, a bunch of change... she sighs heavily, lolling her head to one side and glancing at Zak, strands of cinnamon-colored hair playing across her waxen face::. This is so not my day...: Well? Are you going to answer me or just stand there? Do you have any idea how much I made at that club?: *just chuckles and kneels down to help her pick it up, putting the suitcase down first of course* It doesn't seem like it. I hope you were heading home to just go to bed. Sometimes, that's the best thing you can do at the end of a bad day.: I don't want to know.. *Is all he says.: *: .::she kneels down next to him, picking some bobbypins::. Unfortunately, no... I was supposed to meet a friend, but I forgot their address... so I've been wandering around trying to find their place; I kinda sorta remember what it looks like... and yeah... .::she gathers her hair up and away from her pretty little face, securing it in a messy bun with a few bobbypins-- she sighs again::. How's your night going?: You never want to know anything... You just... *sighs, semi-wishing that things like this didn't make her so upset* I told you that I forgive you for all that happened. I don't blame you, so you don't have to feel guilty... so stop acting like it.: I'm not acting like it.. * he grumbles, fighting back a hiss.* I care about you the way I care about all my kin and what few friends I have....: *that's one of those questions that borderlines on too personal for strangers. He's not wigged out or anything, but he has a sudden moment of panic as he thinks that maybe he should know this girl... but he just doesn't* Um, fine. Better than yours it would seem *Stuffs the last big of her belongings into her purse and hands it to her*: I just can't keep taking things from you, especially when I didn't ask for it and when I can't give anything back. It makes me insane.: do you always have to give something in return? you being alive is enough! You have this world ingrained in you, what about accepting sometihng and not being angry and prideful because you think you have nothing to give... * He glares at her, brown eyes intense*: .::takes her purse, carefully, and offers him a weak smile::. Thanks... .::she hesitates for a moment, trying to devise a plan::. ...you don't remember me, do you?: ((GAH! my grandma bought me a bottle of juice today because I can't have soda, and it's GONE all of it. I didn't even get one damned glass.... I HATE being at home)): *wonders why you can't have soda*): Because it's not the way it is! *her voice finally raises as she's good and mad*: ((caffeine makes me really sick, along with the acid in the stuff. Just can't take it)): *smiles sheepishly as he stands* No... sorry. I don't.: ahh *nod*) sometimes it is! it depends on the peron giving, and the person recieving! *hes kinda yelling too, why can't he beat it in her brain*: .::she tries to look genuine, brows coming together thoughtfully::. Who's your girlfriend again? .::a shot in the dark, but she's guessing he's got a girlfriend, with that face...::.: I hardly know you, but you keep giving me all of this... bullshit. You want me to come visit your sister, then meet your family, then live with you. How the fuck can I say no when you keep paying everything for me? Don't you even understand what kind of position that puts me in?: *shakes his head a little, confused as to where that question came from* What does that have to do with anything?: the fact is, you don't owe me... one bit, I expect nothing of you..... *Yes, this is hard to grasp.. but its reeeal...*: That's exactly the problem... you expect nothing of me, but believe it or not, there was a time when I could take care of myself and I'm trying to get back there and you're making it very difficult.: You just, um... look really familiar. I probably know one of your friends. .::she shrugs one shoulder, biting her lip; she is determined to get something out of this::.: how the hell can you get back on your feet when your hands are still broken? *he raises a brow*: *shrugs one shoulder as he leans to grab up the handle of the suitcase. It's possible. He does pretty much tend to only pay attention to Ariel when she's around and not much of anything else... he's such a sucker that way* my girlfriend's name is Ariel... like the mermaid. *smiles, more to himself than anything*: Ariel! Oh my god, yeah... .::she nods a few times, smiling slowly::. We were friends a while back. How's she doing? .::is getting more comfortable and, as a result, is getting better at lying. She takes a few steps towards him, eyeing him quietly::.: That is my problem, not yours. My hands wouldn't even be broken if you... *she stops herself, looking horrified that those words, as few as they had been, came out of her mouth. Why doesn't she have any control over her anger anymore?*: *and he takes a step back, getting a strange feeling about this girl, though he can't quite put his finger on it* She's fine... so, when have I met you? *just wants to know how she knew to ask if he remembered her*: *He winced, then regarded her for a moment.. * It seems clear I guess... don't worry about paying me back, don't worry about any of it.. I won't be around to remind you.: Gian... I... *sorry just seems so lame. There needs to be a word for when you really screw up*: It doesn't matter.. * He shakes his head dismissively*: Hmm... .::she pauses, tapping a fingertip lightly against her lips::. I'm pretty sure Ariel introduced us at some party... .::nods again, as if assuring herself, though inside she's begging him to buy it; she's exhausted and craving a bite to eat, or even just a body to lay around with for a while::. You should tell her Sylvie says hi.: I didn't mean it...: *had he even been to any parties with Ariel... his brows furrow as he thinks, though to her, it would probably be a look of deep suspicious* I will. Maybe she has a better memory than I do.: I know... *you did mean it, he add silently, but really wasn't she right.. he had been a coward.*: (*isn't fixing any stupid ass typos tonight*): Do you? *looks at him, searching his face. God, she can really be a rotten person sometimes* I'm sorry... my defenses have just been in over drive. I say things to win... even if I don't mean them.: I said don't worry about it.. * Is all he says, getting himself another shot*: I'm sure she'll remember me. .::she smiles at him, quietly wondering who or what this guy is; on the off chance that he's some kind of creepy, blood-drinking creature, she clasps her hands behind her back, quickly scratching open a line of stitches running over her forearm; a wound from a few days back, the result of a struggle with a not-so-eager meal::. Oh, geeze- .::she holds her arm out, beads of scarlet oozing their way across her skin::. This night just keeps getting better. ((omgz, yes, Sylvie and Zak! The scandal!)): and his face doesn't give a tihng away*: Fine. *actually tries to sound like it doesn't bother her, but it does. She had no right to talk to him like she does.* If you want to leave town, fine, but you have to let me pay you back before you do.: Actually, I'm doing what I usually do.. I'm dissapearing for a few months: *which he's hungry enough to look at for a brief moment, but not hungry enough to take more than that moment of his attention... though it would give his race away* You should be more careful.: Well, do it after I pay you back. I even have the money in the hotel.: I'm leaving after this..* he says, motioning to the drink in his hand.*: .::she rolls her eyes a bit, then looks up at him, azure eyes widening. She reaches into her back pocket for a butterfly stitch, tearing it out of its tiny package with her teeth::. Would you mind holding that together while I patch it up? This should hold it for now... .::she gestures to the cut, which is now half-open and dripping blood onto the sidewalk::.: How convenient. I am too, back to the hotel. You can walk me there. I'll give you the money and you can go as far away from this city as possible. And me *reaches out and knocks the still full glass into the sink with the palm of her hand and walks past him, out the door*: *nods... sure, why not. Yet, he maintains beautiful control of himself as he sets down the suitcase again and reaches out to push the cut together*: And its not from you... *He says, following her just to the door.*: *turns around, shaking a little, trying so hard not to get mad again.* Then why were you wanting me to live with you fifteen minutes ago?: .::she peels the backing off the stitch, leaning to lick the blood away from the sides of the wound, 'accidentally' catching his fingers against her tongue briefly. She sticks the stitch down, and gives a nod of approval::. Much better. .::glances up at him, blood smeared across her lower lip and a ways down her chin::. Thanks.: there are two things.... I would have stayed if you were to live with me.. but since you aren't I'm leaving.... there are more than just vampires in this world, human... *first time.. he'd called her .. human..*: *the contact makes him jump back. She may as well have bit him.* you... ummm *touches his own chin* made a little mess.: *she blinks... as it does strike her as a strange, and hurtful thing to say* Not that I've seen. Not in this city.: Hmm? .::plays dumb, leaning in closer to him, her lips parted gently. With the amount of blood she's managed to get all over her mouth, plus the fact that she's young and warm and seemingly willing; she's a vamp's dream::.: (*Eyes Kitty.*): *He steps closer to her, looking down at her seriously.* Things are crawling all over this city Kailynn, Vampires.... werewolves, witches, just to begin with.. and .. kind too..: *a vamp that isn't all in love in stuff! he takes another step back, snagging the suitcase with him. She's really... freaking him out* You have blood all over your mouth.: Why are you telling me all of this? *does he think it will make her more safe? There is always some bump in the night and it doesn't usually take something supernatural to make it*: because I tihnk its time you know... all the legends and myths out there are true, they walk the cities, they have children, the kill, they eat and sleep.. they are your neighbours and your costomers... and they are real...: Do I? .::steps up closer again, brushing her mouth against his; she's going to give this one last hurrah before she gives up and goes off to find some greedy, regular boy to eat::.: Just like every other piece of shit in this city. Now come on. I don't want you to miss your plane or bus or.. whatever: *in trying to lean back, he falls flat on his ass* Hey, just... stop it. You're acting like a total freak.: actually, I'm travelling by foot.. *he says.*: Oh my god - .::she tilts her head back, sighs, looks down at Zak::. What a waste of time. .::she shoots a glance at the approaching girl, guessing from the look on her face that that's the mermaid. She steps over Zak and brushes past Ariel with a roll of her eyes::. Your boyfriend sucks. .::and she wanders off down the street::.: (*loves that they put grades online! just remembered! *checks thm*): (damn chain..*grr*) actually I'm travelling by foot *he says*: *lets out a relieved sigh... she wasn't actually that difficult to get rid of in the end. Still on the ground, he turns his head awkwardly to see who she's talking to*: *stands, waiting for him to come out and at least look like he's going to come with her*: *He finally steps out but he turns in the street.* and I'm leaving now....: (*stares in total shock* oh my god... I made the deans list...)): Gian. dpm: .::there she stands, in her little white nightgown, flipflops and one of Zak's hoodies... she blinks her big eyes at him from beneath the hood::. ...hi.: Gian, don't be a bastard. I'm asking you... please, come with me.: (*Applauds.*): Hi *stands up, wiping his hands on his baggy pants, then he looks at her. She can't be mad, right? he didn't do anything wrong... she had to have seen him not do anything wrong*: (*Link.*): (( I was totally expecting some Cs... but nay... there are none. *wonders what powers to be to thank for that*)): Your friend. She told me her name, but I forgot. She's really... strange.: Really? *his brows knit together* Are you sure?: Hey I think I'm entitled to it every little while... *he says*: Oh... *he's just such a dope sometimes* Well, she's strange and I told her to go away. *drapes an arm over her shoulder, his other hand tightly holding her suitcase. He leans down to kiss her cheek, his nose nuzzling the hoodie away* I'm sorry that I worried you.: Will you at least walk me back? I don't want to walk by myself in the dark.: fine.. but I'm not going back.. this kitty needs to clear out since hes not going to be shacking up with anyone.. *small lame attempt.*: *kitty? what the hell does that mean? She doesn't ask* Just walk with me.: alright..* she he moves that way, slowly.: she=and **: Yeah. It's the last of it. I was kind of window shopping, too. We should go once all of this christmas madness is over. There is a lot of great stuff out *starts to walk with her, his arm still around her*: *but she's not letting him leave this city without that money... she waits until they're a ways down the street before bringing it up. If she were smart, she'd not have said anything* It's really important that you let me pay you back.: I don't care.. I'm not taking it.* he says low*: Do you know if it's a boy or girl yet? *it would seem like it's a stupid question, since she's not even showing yet... but in his family, they always knew very early*: Gian... *she tries so hard to think of a delicate way to say it, and it shows on her face in the moments of silence* I'm not a whore anymore. If you want me to be your friend, then you have to let me do this or I'll feel like complete trash, just like I did then.: you slept with me once right? *he says, stopping and looking at her. * I didn't pay for it then, I'm not paying for it now, whatever I do its out of myself, and I can't take it back... *hes firm to this, he won't change his mind. *: I think either one would be fun. *he wants to know... suspenseful mysteries are just more than he can bare, but if she wants a surprise, then those are fun too!* Are you?: Twice... *stops, too* You want to make me feel cheap then? Because I will, no matter what you say. I slept with you, then you gave me money. You can sugar coat it however you want, but those are the plain, simple facts *she's not budging either* You can take it and give it to the homeless, or burn it for all I care, but you're doing much more damage to me if you don't take it than if you do.: Would you like to move more outside of the city? Do you feel safe enough here? *gives her a little extra squeeze. His place is pretty big, but it is right in the center of it all* I only had myself to think about when I bought it.: then I'll do the damage Kailynn... I'm tired, I'm tired of all of this.. you are giving me the money not just to pay back, or to convince yourself your not a whore anymore, when even when you were, you werent... *words... do they make sense?*: You didn't know me then, did you? *she's tired, too. He didn't owe her anything, and she hated this feeling. She sticks her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt and starts walking again*: *and he leans down to let her, grinning when she does* Just don't come out at night again, ok? There are a lot of creepy people around like that girl. I don't want you to get hurt.: *and he walks with her, silently...*: *she doesn't stop when they get to the hotel, she just keeps on walking inside as if she expects him to follow, but if he doesn't, she just keeps on going*: *shivers because she's driving him totally out of his mind! ... in a good way* Can we make out a little first?: *he doesn't follow her in, he stops outside, watching her... regretting all of it..*: *and she's gone without a look back*: after a long moment.. he sigh, and walks away.. heading out of the city..*: I missed you too *heads on off with her, all grins* (night darlings. I am fried bone tired *spreads out kisses and is off*)): *Peeks.*
