[26-23:32] 40c, ºLucien 
: *he always has to watch a little first to get into the mood of things. He pushes through people, looking for an empty table... and of course, the only table close to empty is the one Amadeus is at. He leans over to speak to her through the noise* Can I sit here? I won't hit on you, I promise.
[26-23:33] 239, ºLucreccia 
: Then I would be felled, wouldn`t I? *still on her tip-toes, still poised to dart away in a blurr if need be. She remains otherwise relaxed, unintimidated or frightened* There are conditions to my second death, yes. Certain veriables apply.
[26-23:35] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *looks up at him, swallowing a bit as she sees this bed of hotness standing at her side asking to sit at her table**staring at him for a moment, before composing herself she manages to speak* yeah sure go ahead.. sit down
[26-23:35] c9c, *Morguline : *again, moves in few steps, now on her left, leathered side nearly brushing against her .. fancing forward as he speaks past his cigar*.. Enlighten me, hm?
[26-23:36] 40c, ºLucien : Thanks *he smiles, pulling out a chair and planting his skinny ass in it. When asked for a drink by a waitress, he shakes his head in the negative. An odd response from such a young, rebellious looking kid, but he's a snob*
[26-23:37] 239, ºLucreccia : I think not. Pardon me if I don`t trust you or your intentions. Suffice it to say, it would be unfortunate should you get the urge to maul me. *her eyes follow, lifting to his face again. Her arms lift and cross her chest again, having to pause in her sway on her toes to keep from bumping into him*
[26-23:37] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *looks him over and shrugs, yeah he's hot, but he's probably not interested, she finishes her third corona and sits back*
[26-23:38] 40c, ºLucien : *looks away from the crowd for a moment, then to Amadeus* Do you drink that stuff often?
[26-23:39] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *shrugs slowly* usually I drink Caesars... but they can get expensive after a while *there is a slight slur to her voice as she looks over at him*
[26-23:40] 239, ºLucreccia : (*rings the 20 minute bell* Got a busy day tomorrow and have to get up with the kid. I`ll be crashing once it hits the next hour.)
[26-23:41] 40c, ºLucien : Don't you think it tastes like piss? *his eyes are a stunning shade of green, accented even more by the eyeliner... a most valuable gift from his mother*
[26-23:42] c9c, *Morguline : It may quell that ugre which is brewing as we speak. Perhaps. *turns, facing her, his arms unfold soon after hers cross .. he goes to speak again, but decides against it*..
[26-23:43] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *laughs* I don't give a shit anymore. It gets me drunk.
[26-23:44] 239, ºLucreccia : Let me say this. Should I fall to the path that claimed me before, it will be my Tribe that is affected, and not just I. Should I die honorably in battle, then I will only be sent to Hel. Does that satsify enough? *she takes a step back from him, possessing a keen sense of personal space, her green eyes, intense and startling as always, fixed on his face, where once she never would have looked up*
[26-23:44] 40c, ºLucien : You must be an American college student *he laughs a little, finally deciding to try something new and flags down a waitress*
[26-23:46] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : Yup. *she chuckles* how could ya guess? was it my .. blatant disregard for vocabulary or the mere acceptance of being a drunk?
[26-23:47] JOIN: Elisa Braddock has entered.
[26-23:48] JOIN: Zaron has entered.
[26-23:49] c9c, *Morguline : Satisfaction indeed. *a malicious, small grin plants across his dry lips, a hand raises quickly to remove the nearly spent cigar from his maw, flicking it off to the side*.. A lose-lose situation. Intriguing. *head pivots, glancing both left and right*.. Now all we need, is an honorable fight... *spoken as if he was actually searching for something nearby*.. Hm.
[26-23:49] 3ac, *Zaron : *Gets out of the taxi, and looks up at the club infront of him.*
[26-23:49] 40c, ºLucien : The latter *orders a rum, mango rum in strawberry juice*
[26-23:50] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : Figgered. *she shrugged slowly, ordering another beer of a different sort, um lets say for shits and giggles... Miller Genuine Draft, before the waitress leaveS*
[26-23:50] 3ac, *Zaron : *Walks into the club, after paying the cover charge of course. Looks around and smiles softly to himself.* LA, you don't disappoint.
[26-23:51] 40c, ºLucien : *he smiles, always enjoying how cute drunk people were... unless they were screaming and mean, which this girl isn't. He casually sips on his drink once he gets it*
[26-23:51] 239, ºLucreccia : *she laughs faintly, and does start to back off* Right now, I think not. I`ve got much too much else to worry about, then to satisfy your need for my guts on your claws. Call me coward all you want, you just don`t matter anymore, Morguline. You or your opinions.
[26-23:52] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : So what brings you all the way out here to this particular club on this particular night? *she looks around the bar, her eyes passing over Zaron but it not absorbing that it's him, turning back to the throng of people*
[26-23:52] JOIN: Christopher Lucase has entered.
[26-23:52] 939, Christopher Lucase: (( Greetings ))
[26-23:53] 3ac, *Zaron : * Walks towards the bar and sits down. Looks at the bar tender and orders a Liquid Cocaine.*
[26-23:53] 40c, ºLucien : I like to dance. I've come around a lot since I've been in town. What about you *just drinks his drink so delicately, yet so quickly. He's obviously been taught some manners somewhere*
[26-23:54] c9c, *Morguline : *his mock search ends, gaze resting back on her, her comments would normally anger him, as they would most Get no dobut, but considering what he's learned? - not now*.. If what you say is true Strider, than the only thing of importance on your mind, should be surviving, as long as possible... *a single step taken forward*..
[26-23:55] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *shrugs slowly* just. *the beer was set down in front of her* checking out every bar. I do a new one every night
[26-23:55] f77, *Saven Rahyn: (whats he learned? *has lost track of the oldies.....*)
[26-23:56] 239, ºLucreccia : *she eyes him, wondering if he hasn`t had a few too many hits on the head since she saw him last. She stops, arms held lax at her sides* I`ve got no reason to lie to you, or to anyone. As for survival ... I could care less if I end up in Hel, if I go the right way. Certainly you can respect that.
[26-23:57] 40c, ºLucien : Don't they all serve the same beer? *motions for another drink since he gets a lot of attention from the waitresses tonight. The rum felt warm in his stomach. He could already feel it moving through him. he has quite a tolerance from drinking wine from... well, probably before he could even walk, but this was different*
[26-23:58] 3ac, *Zaron : * Pays for his drink and takes it. In one single motion, he just gulps it down.*
[26-23:58] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : Yeah but they sell it all at different prices and I don't always order the same thing from every place *she smirks, looking at him with a grin before looking back over the throng of people*
[26-23:59] 3ac, *Zaron : (( Mind me asking where Amadeus and Lucien are?))
[26-23:59] c9c, *Morguline : Redeem yourself, through any means possible. *he turns, back facing her's .. head partly looks back as he continues*.. As long as you work toward that, you will not be seeing much of me. *faces forward again and starts off, pace casual, hands sinking into coat pockets again*..
[27-00:00] c9c, *Morguline : (her's minus the 's.)
[27-00:00] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : ((At a table, nearer to the dance floor))
[27-00:01] 3ac, *Zaron : * Stands and streaches. Smiles softly as he gets a feel for the music. Walks towards the dance floor*
[27-00:02] 239, ºLucreccia : I`m so disappointed. *her tone is dry, as she watches him start off. Turning the opposite way, she heads off herself. Gone*
[27-00:03] 40c, ºLucien : That's a good reason I guess. *Takes a sip of his new drink, finding he likes it* oh, I'm so rude *holds out his hand, his nails painted a glittery purple* I'm Lucien.
[27-00:04] c9c, *Morguline : *wide, easy stride carries him along, turning down the nearest alley .. eyes shift around, making sure the area is being-free, and he Side-Steps, passing through the Gauntlet as if it didn't exist, entering the Penumbra to resume his search from there..*
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[27-00:04] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *takes his hand and smirks, looking at his nails for a bit before looking up at him* Amadeus *she says with a smile, leaning back* Amadeus Puck *she chuckled, finding her name funny right now**that's when she noticed the person walking towards the Dance floor past their table* You have got to be shitting me. *she muttered, her mood slowly going south*
[27-00:05] 40c, ºLucien : Did you just now realize that you have an interesting name? *his brows furrow as he looks at her, a little smile crossing his full lips*
[27-00:06] 3ac, *Zaron : * As he walks towards the dance floor, he opens his trench coat. Under it he's wearing a black pair of UFOs, and a tight black streach shirt. Hanging out of a couple of the pant pockets are blood red shoe laces. Once he gets to the edge of the dance floor, his body now slightly moving to the rythm of the music, he looks for a place to put his trench coat down at.*
[27-00:07] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *her eyes watch Zaron as she hears Lucien's words and she looks at him* Aw I've always know... wondering if I should make up a name to go by
[27-00:09] 40c, ºLucien : Don't. It would be a shame to waste something so unusual with a nickname *personally doesn't let anybody call him by any kind of nickname, unless it's a specially made pet name, of course. Oblivious, just figuring she's watching the floor like he does, he sips on his drink*
[27-00:10] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : Well that's true... people do seem to like it... I do too... my middle name is Wolfgang... *chuckles* but no Mozart as a last name. Luckily I haven't been mistaken for a boy on the attendance sheet when being called.. *she shrugged, taking another drink of her beer*
[27-00:11] f77, *Saven Rahyn: (hehe and Garrett has one for Lucien.... ^_~..... *shuts up now*)
[27-00:11] 3ac, *Zaron : * Finds an empty table not to far away and walks towards it. He completely takes off his trench coat and drapes it over the empty chair. Knows no one would dare steal it anyways. A nice club like this tends to keep the trash out. Walks onto the dance floor, his movements slowly becoming more fluid.*
[27-00:12] 3ac, *Zaron : (( Anyone ever seen anyone with Assamite or Lasombra blood in them rave before?))
[27-00:12] 40c, ºLucien : (*is sure he has a few*)
[27-00:15] 40c, ºLucien : *oh, no they don't. Places like this thrive on trash, or so he's been told* Really? That's interesting. it seems like you would have been, then the teacher would have felt stupid to see such a beautiful girl sitting there *as promised, he's not trying to pick her up. He'd have been gone by now with her if he had, but he's just so... slick. Brought up Italian and all, you just get this suaveness in your blood*
[27-00:15] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *figures he's going to just ignore her and looks at her drink, her mood going pretty far south as yeah sure, she picked up a new guy every so often,... but that's only because none of the guys she tried to pick up,.. ever stuck around. Maybe that was naivitee speaking, but she did want to try and establish something solid...**smirks slowly* thanks for the compliment
[27-00:16] 3ac, *Zaron : * Hasn't even seen Amadeus. The table he set his stuff down was to his left when she's to his right.*
[27-00:17] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *she's drunk and easily hurt, doesn't know that he hasn't seen her*
[27-00:18] 40c, ºLucien : *shrugs his thin shoulders* It was just the truth
[27-00:18] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : It's still nice to hear. Don't worry I don't think you're trying to pick me up. *she smirks, leaning back, watching Zaron*
[27-00:18] 3ac, *Zaron : * As he walks onto the dance floor, pulls out the strings. On them are a couple of pairs of glowsticks. Pulls one of the pairs off and cracks them. Dances.*
[27-00:20] 40c, ºLucien : *takes her dip in mood for severe drunkneness* I... think you've had enough, if you don't mind my saying. This may not be the best place to be passed out in need of a doctor because I doubt anyone will call one.
[27-00:20] 3ac, *Zaron : (( By the way, to hear the songs that Zaron is listening to, or for good techno over all, go to www.party931.com and click on listen now))
[27-00:21] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : I'll agree with you *she pushes the beer away, sighing softly and folding her arms across her chest, she was just lonely and becoming poor company.**she leaned forward on her elbows and waved it off* I'm sorry I don't mean to be a damper
[27-00:21] 40c, ºLucien : (( you should put that on the board, Edster under "your links")
[27-00:22] 3ac, *Zaron : * As he dances, he notices Amadeus and Lucien sitting at a table. Though he remembers the last time him and Amadeus met, it wasn't pleasent, it was cause he had something to take care of. Walks towards them, hoping to atleast apologize.*
[27-00:24] 40c, ºLucien : *Smiles warmly with those lips* you're not *reaches out and puts his long fingered hand over hers, giving it a little squeeze.* would you like to dance with me?
[27-00:26] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : I'm.... really not... a dancer.. *she said nervously, looking up at him, sure she'd love to dance with a body like that but.. she really wasn't much of a dancer*
[27-00:27] 40c, ºLucien : Niether are they *nods towards the crowd.* I'll show you *his eyes sparkle. He's a little drunk, the liquor just hitting his stomach so hard* Come on. It'll be fun.
[27-00:29] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : A-alright... *she says softly, noticing Zaron out of the corner of her eye as he walks in their direction**she slowly gets up as Lucien does*
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[27-00:30] 3ac, *Zaron : * Continues to walk toward them.* Amadeus! * Speaks it loudly, hoping to get her attention.*
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[27-00:30] JOIN: Elisa Braddock has entered.
[27-00:31] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *looks up, hearing him call her, trying to hide that look of disgust off of her features* What? *she called back, watching him approach them*
[27-00:33] 40c, ºLucien : *stops on his way to the floor, still holding her hand. he looks between the two of them. He just wants this girl to have a good time*
[27-00:33] 3ac, *Zaron : * Stands a few feet away from her.* I just wanted to apologize for the other day. It's just that....well, when we met I didn't know much about my past, and it just happens to be that the next day, I had found someone whom was giving me some information about myself.
[27-00:33] 3a4, *Elisa Braddock: (*lurks*)
[27-00:34] 40c, ºLucien : (*makes out with Lisa*)
[27-00:34] 3a4, *Elisa Braddock: (*loves it*)
[27-00:35] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *she squeezes Luciens hand* Good for you. *she says softly, looking at him, turning rather bitter* Glad you could find out something about yourself.
[27-00:35] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : (*joins in on that lovin)
[27-00:35] 40c, ºLucien : *he waits, patiently*
[27-00:36] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *loves on everyone...... Envy most..*)
[27-00:37] 3ac, *Zaron : * Sighs, figuring it might go like this.* And yeah, I know that I was a real prick for leaving the night before like that. I was actually hoping to run into you again after that day, main reason why I kept going back to that bar. I guess you hate me though, so I'll let you be.
[27-00:37] 3ac, *Zaron : * Slowly starts to walk back towards his trench.*
[27-00:37] 3ac, *Zaron : ((* Video tapes*))
[27-00:38] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *she looks rather stunned when he says that she hates him**reaching out she takes his wrist and shakes her head* I don't... hate you Zaron
[27-00:38] 3ac, *Zaron : * Stops and looks at her. Drunk or not, she can notice that his flesh feels as cold as ice.*
[27-00:39] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : Here *she pulls out a piece of paper, she had gotten into the habit of writing her number and name down on slips of paper in her jeans and handing them out easy breasy**she pressed it into his hand* I don't hate you. I've just been busy... listen.. give me a call... and... we'll go for coffee.. I promise
[27-00:40] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *wants a copy of the tape after its all over... snicker*)
[27-00:40] 40c, ºLucien : *while they're talking, some inebriated kid runs up and kisses him, transferring a pill from her tongue to his, which Lucien swallows because it's too hard to resist, then she bounds off as easily as she came*
[27-00:41] 3ac, *Zaron : * Takes the paper and nods. Looks at Lucien and just bows his head.* Ya know what? If neather of you mind, how about some coffee after here?
[27-00:41] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *looks at Lucien then at Zaron with a slight smirk, almost wondering if coffee would happen**she laughs as Lucien gets kissed by some high, drunk chick*
[27-00:41] 3ac, *Zaron : (( Don't worry, you'll get one...after I am done editing it for the best performance))
[27-00:42] 3ac, *Zaron : ((* Snickers OOC cause he knows what just happened.*)
[27-00:42] 40c, ºLucien : *blinks a few times* What? oh no thanks. I don't drink coffee *A lie, totally a lie. he just... wasn't feeling much like coffee*
[27-00:44] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : We'll go for coffee Zaron.. just you and me ok?
[27-00:44] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : but tomorrow
[27-00:44] 3ac, *Zaron : Alright
[27-00:45] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : Great. So give me a call... like.. tomorrow afternoon or something and.. we'll go for coffee *she leans in and kisses him on the cheek gently* I promise
[27-00:45] 3ac, *Zaron : * Again, that cold as ice feeling.* And I promiss, I will call then.
[27-00:46] 40c, ºLucien : *the alcohol disolves the pill quickly. Of course, it takes a few moments, but he starts to feel soooo good and he just grins, such a nice smile with those lips*
[27-00:47] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : great.. wonderful... alright *she looks at Lucien, watching him just swimming in ecastacy, wondering what it was he took that made him feel so good**looks back at Zaron* I'll see you tomorrow then
[27-00:48] 3ac, *Zaron : I'll see you tomorrow. Oh, and quick thing. Make sure that your friend there keeps hydrated
[27-00:48] 3ac, *Zaron : I mean, no more alcohol.
[27-00:48] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : oh he'll be quite hydrated *she grins and looks at Zaron again* Thanks a bunch. Talk to you later *pushes Lucien towards the dance floor*
[27-00:49] 3ac, *Zaron : * Thinks...ya know what? Might as well. Bounds out towards the dance floor, movements almost cat like now, but at the same time as if though we were weightless.*
[27-00:49] 40c, ºLucien : *and he dances, probably better than he ever has in his life. Finding no good reason not to, he leans down and kisses the girl he holds to him, which happens to be Amadeus*
[27-00:50] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *she kisses him back, dancing against him, being led by him practically, turns out to be a better dancer than originally said*
[27-00:53] 40c, ºLucien : *kisses her for quite a while as they dance, then he leans down, speaking in her ear* You want to get out of here?
[27-00:53] 3ac, *Zaron : * His raving is like water. He doesn't mess up at all, but that could also be due to the fact that he's concentrating as hard as he can on raving.*
[27-00:54] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *she grins, in her drunken stupor having wanted to hear those words* Fuck yeah *she speaks back into his, giving him a kiss as a seal to the deal*
[27-00:55] 40c, ºLucien : *his mind on vacation, and his young libido in control, he smiles and pulls her through the people and out of the club... to Garretts apartment* ((gotta jet! later gators))
[27-00:56] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : *Is swept away**GONE*(Night!)
[27-00:56] MSG: Zaron sent a message to Amadeus Puck.
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[27-00:56] a5e, *Amadeus Puck : ((yeah I gotta go to bed too... neglected the rabbit... eep))
[27-00:56] MSG: Amadeus Puck sent a message to Zaron.
[27-00:57] f77, *Saven Rahyn: hehe Garrett will be happy ^^ heh)
[27-00:57] MSG: Zaron sent a message to Amadeus Puck.
[27-00:57] MSG: Amadeus Puck sent a message to Zaron.
[27-00:58] EXIT: Amadeus Puck has left the chat ( ).
[27-00:58] 3ac, *Zaron : * After awhile, he stops dancing and walks back to his trench coat. Puts it on and walks out of the door.*
[27-01:01] 3ac, *Zaron : * Looks around the street, thinking to himself.* I need to find a couple of people before I can do what I want to do. First, I need to find that woman whom I met my first night here. Then I need to find someone help me purchase the land and the builders.
[27-01:03] 3ac, *Zaron : * Walks down the street.*
[27-01:04] f77, ºKitty: *watches*
[27-01:05] 3ac, *Zaron : ((*Pokes the kitty*))
[27-01:05] f77, ºKitty: *eeps*
[27-01:07] 3ac, *Zaron : * Jogs now actually, having remembered what streets to take.*
[27-01:09] 3ac, *Zaron : (Ello))
[27-01:10] f77, ºKitty: *wonders if you wnt to keep playing with yourself or you want her to bring someone in*
[27-01:10] 3ac, *Zaron : ((I rather you bring someone in))
[27-01:13] f77, ºKitty: alrighty)
[27-01:15] 3ac, *Zaron : * Once he gets to the last sidestreet that'll take him to where he wants to go, he stops jogging.*
[27-01:15] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *Having been rather bored, she'd taken wing, that is to say she was in raven morph at the moment and flying over the streets a buildings, catching thermals when need be for a cool nights flying.*
[27-01:18] 3ac, *Zaron : * Just causally walks, even taking the time to pull out a cigar, light it, and just enjoy it.*
[27-01:21] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *And shes probably now perched on a sign a little bit infront of him, crawing gentle, damned odd for a raven to be out at night.... in a city..*
[27-01:21] 3ac, *Zaron : * Looks at the raven and blinks.* Odd..
[27-01:23] f77, *Saven Rahyn: ~Ya think~ *Comes the mindspeak, dripping with sarcasm.*
[27-01:24] 3ac, *Zaron : Well....seeing as how you can speak telepathically, there must be more to you.
[27-01:25] 3ac, *Zaron : Tell me....are ya gonna stay like that, or is that your only form?
[27-01:28] f77, *Saven Rahyn: ~Not at all...~*She says, another Craw coming from the raven.* ~You've seen me before....~ *Raven flaps her wings, cocking her head slightly*
[27-01:29] 3ac, *Zaron : Have I now?
[27-01:31] f77, *Saven Rahyn: ~Yup~ *She answers, and as shes not going to change right here in the street she flies off into the alley nearby, for once no bums or such in the mucky area.*
[27-01:32] 3ac, *Zaron : * Follows the raven, interested now. Well, was interested to begin with, but now more so.*
[27-01:35] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *She'd shifted behind a dumpster and was arranging her clothes, getting the wrinkles out, she hated wrinkles.*
[27-01:38] 3ac, *Zaron : * Blinks as he sees her arranging her clothes.* So, I have met you this eve.
[27-01:38] 3ac, *Zaron : ((*Kills eve*))
[27-01:41] f77, *Saven Rahyn: hmm yes.. *She looks to him with a smirk, her white shirt boatnecked with long sleeves and black pants.* surprised?
[27-01:41] 3ac, *Zaron : Actually, yes I am. I did not expect to run into two beautiful ladies tonight, one more so then the later.
[27-01:45] f77, *Saven Rahyn: oh? *she raises a brow, the smirk still on her full lips as she walks over of the alley with feline grace to her movements.*
[27-01:46] 3ac, *Zaron : * Follows her out.* Yes, and yes, that compliment was directed at you madame.
[27-01:47] f77, *Saven Rahyn: So I figured.* yes she can be vain at times. She gives him a smile.* so what are you doing wandering about?
[27-01:47] 3ac, *Zaron : Looking for some land to buy.
[27-01:49] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *she raises a brow* land.....
[27-01:50] 3ac, *Zaron : Yeah, looking to open a business here...just need to make some...arrangements first with a few people I know.
[27-01:51] f77, *Saven Rahyn: ahh lovely..* She says, walking slowly along the street.*
[27-01:53] 3ac, *Zaron : * Continues to follow her.* What? It's gonna be a legitimate business. Plus, a guy's gotta provide for himself and move out of the motel he's been staying at. Anyways, what brings you out?
[27-01:54] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *She laughs slightly at the Legit bit.. * me? I got bored....
[27-01:56] 3ac, *Zaron : Aaaaaah, I see. So, you got bored and decided to flutter around the city. * Knows he's making corny jokes.* Care to continue talking over a few drinks?
[27-01:57] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *She gives him a side glance over the joke... then gives a slight nod.* sure why not?
[27-01:58] 3ac, *Zaron : You got a certain place you like to go to, or will the next bar do?
[27-01:59] f77, *Saven Rahyn: Next bar, they all seem alike to me..* She answers.*
[27-02:00] 3ac, *Zaron : Alright. * Walks up to a bar and opens the door for the lady.*
[27-02:04] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *walks in and waits for him to enter too.*
[27-02:05] 3ac, *Zaron 
: * Walks into the bar. Walks over to bar itself.*
[27-02:06] JOIN: Street Urchin has entered.
[27-02:07] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *Walks with him and orders a vodka martini.*
[27-02:08] 3ac, *Zaron : * Orders a Bloody Mary as he sits down.*
[27-02:10] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *She tilts her head, her hair, so long drapes down her back like a long shawl.* what kind of business are you going to have?
[27-02:11] 3ac, *Zaron : Imagine Starbucks meets Dunkin Doughnuts, except also a bit friendlier to the "night owl"
[27-02:13] f77, *Saven Rahyn: hmm.. you think big huh
[27-02:15] 3ac, *Zaron : Well, I figure with as many bars and night clubs around, you gotta have somewhere to sobber up. Plus, if one wish to talk without pounding loud music, or the constint smell of cigars and cigarettes...along with occasional drunks. A twenty-four hour cafe.
[27-02:15] 3ac, *Zaron : Why so interested though?
[27-02:17] f77, *Saven Rahyn: just interested... I'ma bit of a business junkie.. *she answers, downing her drink.*
[27-02:18] 3ac, *Zaron : * Nods.* I see...*Sips his drink.* And tell me, what excactly is it that you do?
[27-02:21] f77, *Saven Rahyn: Heh I'm a modern bounty hunter.. *she answers.* sounds rather silly, buts its true...* she snickers.* but I do other things besides that....
[27-02:23] 3ac, *Zaron : It doesn't sound silly. Actually, it sounds like you and me do more or less the same kind of work.
[27-02:26] f77, *Saven Rahyn: oh?*She raises a brow, her onyx eyes intersted, some..*
[27-02:26] 3ac, *Zaron : * Finishes his drink and orders another one.* Yeah...
[27-02:28] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *she hmms and also orders another of hers, looking a tad intrigued.*
[27-02:30] 3ac, *Zaron : * Looks at her and smirks a catty smirk.*
[27-02:32] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *She laugh slightly, shaking her head.*
[27-02:35] 3ac, *Zaron : What? * Asks sipping his drink*
[27-02:36] f77, *Saven Rahyn: nothing... nothing...*she just smirks..* so how in the world do you come up with that business idea?
[27-02:36] 3ac, *Zaron : You are a bounty hunter, and I am a wanderer. See the similarities? We go where the money takes us. Unfortunately I've been meaning to change this profession, as I'm no longer allowed in certain island nations.
[27-02:37] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *She nods* ah
[27-02:38] 3ac, *Zaron : I saw the need for it. Too often have I seen business people whom prefere night to day doing business in a bar, where anyone can talk to much. Also, I myself find it hard to concentrate with music, or a set of breasts or a cock, pounding all around you.
[27-02:39] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *She nods* yeah...... *then smiles.* its a bright idea
[27-02:42] 3ac, *Zaron : * Continues to sip his drink. Hopes she had gotten the innuendos about him being a hand for hire.* Anyways though, besides this little legit business venture I've got going here, do you know of any ways for me to change my occupation?
[27-02:45] f77, *Saven Rahyn: *if she did she just.. blehed.. * hmm not really... I've got so many things.. lagit and otherwise hanging around me.. I couldn't really say... *she sips on her drink*
[27-02:46] 3ac, *Zaron : * Nods*
[27-02:48] f77, *Saven Rahyn: I need a vacation..* she says randomly, sighing.*
[27-02:49] 3ac, *Zaron : Then why not take one?
[27-02:52] f77, *Saven Rahyn: I don't know, every time I do some sort of chaotic mess errupts that I have to handle...
[27-02:52] 3ac, *Zaron : Aaaaah
[27-02:53] f77, *Saven Rahyn: yeah.
[27-02:57] 3ac, *Zaron : ((I gtg))
[27-02:58] f77, *Saven Rahyn: (k)
[27-02:58] f77, ºKitty: *lurks*
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[27-15:50] 64c, ºEnvy: *burps*
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[27-15:52] 173, Street Urchin: *peers*
[27-15:52] 64c, ºEnvy: *gives moth some cool shades for those peerin' eyes*
[27-15:53] 173, Street Urchin: *corrects* *moth's brother*
[27-15:54] 64c, ºEnvy: you both can't use the same color and peer... is just screws me all up.
[27-15:55] 173, Street Urchin: see... this is moth's red
[27-15:55] 173, Street Urchin: this is mine
[27-15:56] 64c, ºEnvy: oh... silly me! *flicks and gives the glasses anyhow* Whatcha up to?
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[27-15:57] 173, Street Urchin: *shifty eyes* yes.... silly you... I'm just ion my new comp. that I got
[27-15:57] 173, Street Urchin: ....cause moth is using my x-box
[27-15:58] 29e, ºKitty: oh! X Box! *wants*
[27-15:58] 64c, ºEnvy: that's cool!
[27-15:58] 64c, ºEnvy: my bro has one of those. it's nice. takes up a LOT of his time
[27-15:59] 29e, ºKitty: *Sobs*
[27-15:59] 173, Street Urchin: well I got the x-box last year, but he got Star Wars Knights of the old republic II and he's been playing it forever. *was going to play shell shock...* *gives Kitty an x-box*
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[27-16:01] 29e, ºKitty: *thanks moths brother....... wants to know his name.. never got moths brothers name...*
[27-16:01] 173, Street Urchin: *ponders what CD to listin to...* Disturbed, Soil, or Green Day?
[27-16:01] 64c, ºEnvy: I just want my Sega Genesis fixed. *liked old games, like that* Kitty, me and Amadeus want you to play for a little bit. just a little.
[27-16:01] 64c, ºEnvy: *listens to the Kill Bill vol. 2 soundtrack*
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[27-16:02] 29e, ºKitty: ack no! Passion of the Christ trauma! I donno if I can play.. I need to recoop....
[27-16:03] 5d0, *Harmonia: ((*peeks in and points to her post on the board*))
[27-16:03] 64c, ºEnvy: ack. well, I don't know if I'll be around later and HOPEFULLY if people stop making me stay, I'll be gone tomorrow
[27-16:04] 173, *Robot Devil: congrats. *nods*
[27-16:04] 29e, ºKitty: hmm well okay.. then I guess I can........
[27-16:04] 5d0, *Harmonia: ((Thanks))
[27-16:04] 173, *Robot Devil: ack! bads color
[27-16:05] 64c, ºEnvy: oh, yeah. I forgot to tell everyone. I'll be gone until after new years. because I plan on being drunk for several days on end
[27-16:05] 64c, ºEnvy: *will guide you through the post Passion crisis... has been there herself*
[27-16:06] 29e, ºKitty: lucky you
[27-16:06] 29e, ºKitty: *sobbed..... sobbed.. really really sobbed*
[27-16:07] 64c, ºEnvy: I haven't been drunk all year and I've had the semester from hell. I stinkin' deserve it. If I play my cards right, someone else'll even pay for it. *huggles Kitty* Yeah. it made me really hate people a lot.
[27-16:08] 29e, ºKitty: heh it just made me realize more so the price he paid....... so uh... rp? who what when where?
[27-16:08] 64c, ºEnvy: the garrett coming home thing?
[27-16:08] 64c, ºEnvy: *pokes around for Amadeus*
[27-16:09] 29e, ºKitty: oh! okay.... *just heard Lillix................................ blinks*
[27-16:09] 5d0, *Harmonia 
: *will be at the bar, just having opened it up for the night. She will be listening to whatever is on the radio and making sure the bar is presentable*
[27-16:09] 64c, ºEnvy: *doesn't know what Kit's talking about...*
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[27-16:10] 29e, ºKitty: Lillix.. the band... chick band... they suck
[27-16:11] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: weee
[27-16:11] 64c, ºLucien 
: ((yeah. lotsa bands do. gotta treasure those good ones))
[27-16:11] 29e, ºKitty: I soooo do
[27-16:12] 64c, ºLucien : *is sill passed out in Garrett's bed, laying on his stomach. His long, lean body somewhat covered by some sheets. His eyeliner smudged over his closed eyes*
[27-16:13] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: *she's sleeping somewhat on her back and side, blankets wrapped around her leg, blankets covering those... particular areas, as she lays next to Lucien, fast asleep*
[27-16:15] 29e, *Garrett Galloway : *And after a long night of hunting, playing and wondering where Lucien was he was back at his apartment, and standing, gaping in his bedroom doorway.... he really could not believe what he was seeing.*
[27-16:15] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: (just shoot the icon)
[27-16:17] 64c, ºLucien : *the suddenly very serious need to pee slowly wakes him up. His eyes open, then quickly close tightly against the light. To say that his head was pounding would be an understatement. He moans a little, pushing his palms against his eyes, as if he could squeeze it out*
[27-16:18] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: *she groans and turns more on her side when Lucien starts to move, her head pounding as well, the light wanting to go through her eyelids as she sighs, curling more into the bed*
[27-16:19] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: What.. have we here...* Comes Garretts voice, his voice is oh so... pissed.. never before holding this sort of anger.*
[27-16:22] 64c, ºLucien : *If it weren't for his his, he would have shot straight up, as he's not entirely sure what we had here. That was Garrett's voice... yes. Had he seen Garrett in a while? And why was it coming from the other side of the room when there was someone right next to him? Slowly lifting his hand from one eye, he peers at the body curled up in the bed with him... a girls body. Ah, well that explains a lot*
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[27-16:23] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: *her eyes slowly blink open, she looking up at the voice and then looking at Lucien**she looks back up at garrett, slowly sitting up, pulling the covers over her chest and putting her hand on her forehead witha bit of a groan* man what a night.. *she muttered*
[27-16:24] 64c, ºLucien : ((that second his should be head))
[27-16:24] b45, Eris: ((.::sneezes and lurks::.))
[27-16:25] 64c, ºLucien : ((*pokes Eris* is that the Jessssster?)
[27-16:25] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: explains a little ^^) *He's glaring, as his shoulder is leaned against the frame. * Have fun Lucien? you coulda picked better... * Looks over Amadeus, he'd probably seen her when he was playing with his band in some club or bar.. who knows.*
[27-16:26] b45, Eris: (( : ) Yup.))
[27-16:27] 64c, ºLucien : (*snuggles the Jessie pie*)) *drops his hands, looking up at he ceiling, his eyes intense looking with the smudgy eyeliner* Yeah. I think I did have fun.
[27-16:28] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: *swallows slowly, pulling the covers more around her as she looks around to locate her stuff, smoothing her hair down**she looks from Lucien to Garrett, garrett having made her a bit miffed after saying that Lucien could "pick better"*
[27-16:30] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: Good.. now mind getting your ass and that chick out of my bed... *His tone was that same, low growl.*
[27-16:32] 64c, ºLucien : *finally sits up, reaching up to put his hand on his forhead* What are you being such an asshole for? *plucks up Amadeus' shirt from the floor next to him and hands it to her*
[27-16:33] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: *takes her shirt from him, muttering a soft "thank you" and putting it on, letting the covers slip away when the shirt is on, wrapping her arms around herself, still feeling rather exposed*
[27-16:35] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: *He makes no move to not look her over, then ook to Lucien.* Well could be because I find two horny, hungover kids in my bed... and I've ben out all night, and one of those kids was my lover.....
[27-16:37] 64c, ºLucien : *his hair is an adorable pile of mess* This place was close. We were too drunk to make it to the hotel *does remember that much. It's not even occuring to him that he sounds like a complete jerk, but sometimes... he is*
[27-16:39] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: *she lookst over at Lucien rather shocked. She had just fucked a gay guy? An Attached gay guy? He sure as hell didn't FEEL Gay last night**she turned around, resisting the urge to slap him across the face but gave into it anyway* You never Told me that!
[27-16:41] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: Could ya just get out of my bed and get the hell out.. *He says, moving to stand in front of the bed, very close.*
[27-16:41] 64c, ºLucien : *his head turns sharply when he's slapped* ow! shit! Tell you what? *nothing like getting smacked in the face when you've got the mother of hangovers*
[27-16:44] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: Tell me that you've got a boyfriend! Geezus fucking Christ Lucien! *she looks up at Garrett* Can you gives us a minute please? *she snaps, very unhappy about this**she looks back at Lucien* And the fact that you're GAY. I mean there's nothing wrong with that cause you sure as hell didn't FEEL gay last night but.. Fuck Lucien..
[27-16:45] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: *He laughs then, not exactly a friendlyy laugh.* One, I won't give you a minute, its my place, two theres one thing besides gay.... *He's still pissed*
[27-16:46] 64c, ºLucien : I'm not gay! *oh too much* And I didn't know he was my boyfriend... *Looks up at Garrett, his words more to him than her* I didn't think he would care.
[27-16:47] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: *she looks up at him* What do you mean one thing besides gay? And I don't give a shit that it's your place alright? *she was pissed**she looked at Lucien* Then what does his have his boxers in a knot for if you're not gay and his boyfriend?
[27-16:48] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: bi deary bi..* then he looks at Lucien.* ya know, I actually don't really care that much, I just need sleep..* then he looks back at the chick.* you move, or I'll move you myself........
[27-16:49] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: (hehe ^^ hes so sweet when hes angry *grin*)
[27-16:51] 64c, ºEnvy: Can you just give her a minute to get dressed, Garrett? My God, you're a cranky bastard. *rubs his eyes some more, futher smearing his eyeliner*
[27-16:51] 64c, ºLucien : ((whoops)) Can you just give her a minute to get dressed, Garrett? My God, you're a cranky bastard. *rubs his eyes some more, futher smearing his eyeliner*
[27-16:52] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: *looks at Garrett* You lay a finger on me and I'll sue you so help me god! *she looks at Lucien, curling an arm around his and looking up at Garrett with spite in her eyes*
[27-16:54] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: Fine, but then get out..* He then laughs.* if I touched you, there wouldn't be enough of your ass for wipe a fleas shit up..* he grumbles, his eyes flashing yellow at her, oh hes mad, then he turns and goes out, slamming the bedroom door..*
[27-16:56] 64c, ºLucien : *jumps a little when the door slams. Americans... take everything so seriously. He tilts his head, giving her a small, soft kiss on the lips* You should get dressed and go. He's pretty mad.
[27-16:56] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: *she kisses him back softly**she sighs, sliding out of the bed and grabbing her panties and pants, shimmying her panties on and sighing at lucien as she pulls her pants on and does up the belt* Yeah well he can go fuck a camel for all I give a shit about
[27-16:58] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: *To make things so much better, he was in the livingroom as a wolf.... not exactly smart.. but there he was...*
[27-16:59] 64c, ºLucien : *what was he wearing last night? Looking about the floor, his eyes land on the wadded up leather pants. Oh yeah. some of Garrett's stage clothes. He stands up and picks up the pants, pulling them on. He doesn't say anything to either defend Garrett or agree with Amadeus. He had his right to be angry and she had her right to be defensive*
[27-17:00] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: I'm sorry *she sighed and picked up her purse* If you just... told me... I'd never have come and you wouldn't be in trouble.. *she felt really bad. The defensiveness part was just a mechanism to make her not look the badguy even though she practically was, feeling absolutely awful about all of this*
[27-17:01] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: *He waited, watching the bedroom with angry yellow eyes.*
[27-17:01] 64c, ºLucien : Which is why I didn't tell you *smirks a little.* It's not a big deal. Don't worry about it.
[27-17:03] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: well why did you want me to come? *stupid question, lapse of realization there**she looking at him softly*
[27-17:06] 64c, ºLucien : *just raises a brow and opens the door for her, still smirking.* Why do you think?
[27-17:07] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: besides the obvious *she looked into the livintroom with a bit of a surprise* Why... is there a wolf.. in your house?
[27-17:07] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: *The wolf automatically snarls at her, looking much like the picture*
[27-17:08] 54f, *Amadeus Puck: ((brb))
[27-17:09] 64c, ºLucien : There isn't any reason besides the obvious *now, that is stupid, and he gives Garrett a look that says so, putting a hand on her back to guide her to the door* It's just his dog.
[27-17:11] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: *When angry, he wasn't that bright, feral mind sometimes.... He starts to them both, yes very large, wolfy dog... and unhappy... big fluffy dog.*
[27-17:18] 41f, *Amadeus Puck: (9sorry dad needed net))
[27-17:18] 41f, *Amadeus Puck: *watches the dog, feeling herself being pushed by Lucien and sighing* Alright alright.. gotta.. wait on Zaron's call anyway. *she didn't want to leave, this was the pits. Made her really angry too**she sighed, stopping at the door and looking up at him* I had fun
[27-17:19] 64c, ºLucien : ((s;ok!!!))
[27-17:20] 64c, ºLucien : *smiles a little, itching his messy hair, standing there in just those leather pants, hanging from his hips because they're a little too big* Good. I'll...see you around. *just waits for her to go so he can shut the door*
[27-17:20] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: *Garrett moves to stand by Lucien, but snarls and looks like hes going to maul Amadeus any moment.*
[27-17:22] 41f, *Amadeus Puck: *gives him a quick peck and leavse, already feeling like she's being shoved out**no.. she probably won't see him around**she trudges down the steps to the street, sighing to herself**just... another... night that's all it was*
[27-17:23] 41f, *Amadeus Puck: *since the guys she spent the nights with never called her back*
[27-17:23] 64c, ºLucien : *closes the door, then crosses his arms and looks down at the wolf* You're very rude, you know
[27-17:24] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: *He snaps his jaws, licking his chops, shifting his vocal cords slightly.* leave.* comes a gutteral sound*
[27-17:25] 64c, ºLucien : No. *walks into the kitchen, starting coffee* Go get some sleep.
[27-17:26] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: Not untill you leave my place. *He snarls, following him, claws clicking on the wood floors, of course he wouldn't harm Lucien, he did like the boy, and.. he was Lucreccias*
[27-17:28] 64c, ºLucien : *and he knows it, too. once the coffee machine starts to do it's thing, he hops up on the counter top and sits* Well, you're going to get very tired then, because I'm not going anywhere.
[27-17:29] 41f, *Amadeus Puck: *sighs, folding her arms around herself and walking down the street, a bout of tears having built up in her eyes and sighing, wiping her eyes* Why do I do this?
[27-17:30] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: Fine! *He snaps, fur bristling as he growls and padding into his bedroom, nosing the door closed, shifting human and locking it..... Lucien can hear a few things getting tossed... like say.. the dresser.*
[27-17:31] 64c, ºLucien : *just rolls his eyes, waiting for the coffee* (gtg for a while. later gators! *hugsnkisses))
[27-17:32] 29e, *Garrett Galloway: *Eventually he goes to sleep.... but not on the bed...* (night! I'm off to sleep .. great sleep of the needy!)
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[27-17:34] 41f, *Amadeus Puck: ((wee that was fun))
[27-17:35] 41f, *Amadeus Puck: ((I'll be on AIM if anyone wants me *poof*))
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: (thats why i keep popin in and out): (*wants this one*): **he yawns, streching a bit as he wakes up. His eyes scan the room a bit as he sratchs his head, his fingers becoming tangled in his hair**
: *stands outside the club, a break in the flow of people leaves him free of checking ID's and rejecting scary looking people and just standing*: *hasn't been to the burning bush in a long time so she heads there, walking up towards Gavin, eyeing him up of course*: **he shakes his head, untangling his fingers. He leans over, kising Sacha on her cheek before standing and walking to the closet to cloth**: *is a little thin for your average bouncer, and more good looking than intimidating. He holds out his hand* ID, please.: **after slipping on some black leather pants and a lose black long sleeve shirt, he steps out, making his way to the streets of la*: *searches through her purse and pulls it out, looking at him a bit coyly and handing him her drivers liscence, she's 21*: *actually checks to make sure the girl on the ID resembles the girl in front of him, with a little nod, he hands it back* You are aware that it's not gentleman night and any solicitation that removes attention from the ladies will get you thrown out? *obviously a speech he's given several times*: Really? So me just being a lady in there and distracting any men from the show will get me kicked out? That's a pity: Sorry, Miss, but we have an obligation to our girls to protect their income*smiles politely* Have a good time.: Don't wanna join me for a drink then? *she looks back at the line then at him, she doesn't care*: **he walks arround for a bit, not able to find Morgane, he sighs. Then turns and begins to look for someplace to entertain himself for a bit*: Someone else will be out here in a few minutes. I'll be off duty, then.: Well *she smirks* I'll be sitting at a table in the corner so not to disrupt the men, Come join me if you want *she grinned and winked at him, walking into the club*: **lrukies till more people come**: *as promised, in a few moments, someone comes to relieve him from doorman and he goes inside. He stands in front of her table, his hands casually in his pockets* Invitation still open?: *looks up at him with a smile* sure. Take a seat *she smiles, leaning back in the chair and looking around, a flying kangaroo cocktail in front of her*: ((where'd beth go?)): *and he sits, lounging a little* Have I seen you around here before?: ((Beth went to bed)): *shrugs slowly* you might've. I've been here one other time... um.. the.. boss of the place showed me around: *laughs so suddenly that he chokes and caughs, still laughing* Oh yeah? She did?: *nods slowly* yup. My friends had stood me up so she showed me around and well.. I think she wanted to give me a job.. *shrugs slowly* got a lap dance instead: Ah, well, that's Jihan. She'll get money out of you one way or another.: *shrugs* I had a good night *she sighs and leans back, looking at the girls**she smirks* So you like working here?: *nods. Nobody comes to ask him if he wants a drink, because they know he doesn't* Yeah. Nobody else would even give me a shot and bouncing.: well that's cool... if ya like boucning.. which I guess ya do since you're here: Yes *smiles, looking at her from the corner of his eye as he continues to watch the place... he can't help it* It is what I do and I like it. I'm good at it. *but who cares about him?* what do you do?: I go to school.. *she plays with her drink, wondering if she should get drunk, sighing, waiting on Zaron to call her* at UCLA: Ah! Really? A friend of mine used to go there. I don't think she does any more, though.: really? I wonder why not.. *!Couldn't be because it's so damned hard to make friends is it?!**she sighs* I'm... studying Archeology: Is that where they dig up all that old stuff to find out about ancient cultures? *looks at her with a brow raised*: yeah... yeah pretty much: You must be more of an outdoor girl than you seem. *means no offense of course*: I am... really... I wish I could be outdoors more *no offense taken**she sips at her drink, checking the time and sighing, looking up at Gavin with a soft smile*: Are you expecting somebody? *noticed her checking the time* There is a payphone in the corner: No no.. I'm expecting someone to call me.... he hasn't yet.. I kind of doubt he will.. haven't had.. much luck with men recently.. *she sighed*: ((I tried to get Ed in here but he is away from the comp.. I tried: I hope you didn't come here looking for winners *nods to the drunken, hooting crowd, mostly made up of middle-aged business types*: Oh no.. no. I figured if I came here I'd be distracted from temptation to find another guy since none of the guys who come in here are younger than 40: ((aww, thanks Kevo. you could prolly get Stoney in here for you)): ((naw.. no need 4 the stoner. I am rping in another room also.. so I be good)): ((Stoney!)): ((I didn't know Stoney rped in here): (hell yeah he does. he's my little buddy): *laughs a bit* No, not usually. The guys under 40 still have hopes of finding women like this on their own.: They can count me out of it *she laughed, taking another sip of her drink* I may like men but... fuck it.. no way am I doing anything with a guy over 25: *btw did she mention she is human*: *can tell she's human. No worries there. he smiles a little. He's heard stuff like that before, but when the price is right, they break down* Well, you don't work here, so you don't have to.: good. *she smirks and sighs, leaning back and looking at him*: *holds up a hand and laughs, shaking his head* And I am not available.: its ok. I'm waiting on this guy to call to see if I can actually forge a relationship. Don't worry, I'm not trying to get down your pants *she laughs, taking another drink of her cocktail*: Well, the best of luck. I hope you don't spot him lurking aorund here: (*snuggles Kitty*): I do too.. and thanks.. you're not picking up and leaving are you?: ((*pets kitty*)): No. I go back on duty in an hour. It would be dumb to leave just for that *smiles a little* I'm not going to ditch you: *shrugs slowly* you... wouldn't be the first .. *she sighs and takes another sip of her kangaroo**shrugging slowly*: (wanna come in, Kitty?): (just tap me if you do) Don't let it get to you. At least they run off before you've invested too much time into them.: yeah but..I wish I could have spent more time with them..: There are pleny of fish in the polluted sea *working with strippers and prostitues for years has well equipped him with the means to deal with this girly stuff. With the exception of a few, not many have lower self esteem than they do* It's their loss.: *shrugs slowly* sure. sorry for dumping this on you *she downed the last bit of her drink and sighed, wondering why Zaron hadn't called yet. Figured he wasn't going to call**she sighed, thinking about what happened this morning with Lucien and Garrett*: *shrugs* I don't really mind. Not many people talk to me around here. Not in conversation at least.: ((like right now? *can handle it*): really? that sucks... you're nice.. I don't see why someone wouldn't talk to you. But I guess it's not that bad since you said you were unavailable and that hints at you having a girlfriend.. or boyfriend.. *she swallows, biting her bottom lip just remembering what happened and raises her hand, deciding getting drunk is a better idea, ordering the strongest stuff in the house*: *he just laughs, not saying one way or another* Or because the people that come in this club, don't come to talk to me, unless I'm throwing their asses out, then they have plenty to say: *shrugs slowly* that's just... great *she sighed, her mood was going south, she was already feeling like shit, having felt like shit the entire day from what happened this morning**with a sigh she downed the shot of strong shit and swallowed hard, licking her lips, wiping her eyes and slowly getting up* Thanks.. for the company I mean.. I... *she was stuttering, she didn't know what to say but she figured she'd best get out of the club**she fished through her purse for the money to pay for the drinks* I...: ((now)): *blinks. He must have said something wrong. He's horrible at being sensitive when he's working... sensitive bouncers don't get you very far* Hey, look... I'm sorry about *trails off, not knowing what to say he's sorry for* You don't have to pay for those. Don't worry about it: *she swallows and looks at him* hey it's not your fault ok?... It's just.. this morning I.. found out the guy I was sleeping with was bi sexual and.. that he has a guy that's upset now... and I didn't know cause he didn't tell me and.. it just.. makes me feel like shit you know... I... don't have any friends here even though I try really hard to go out and meet people but... It's just not working and I.. *she sighed, tossing her money on the table* oh forget it *she turned, heading out of the club*: *passed back out on the couch some time ago after doctoring up his headache enough so that he can sleep. He's on his back, arm draping off the side*: *just watches her go, his brown eyes a little wide... glad he swore off relationships so he didn't have to deal with all of the garbage anymore*: *pushes open the doors and walks out, swallowing hard and running a hand through her hair**who was she kidding? She was just going to go home, take off all the fancy shit and get into her pjs and eat a bucket of Ben and Jerrys*: *and the kid is so out, that he can do so successfully. Eighteen year olds with hang overs can put a coma patient to shame*: *continues down the road. Frank didn't work out.. Zaron wasn't going to work out.. Lucien didn't work out**she rubbed her forehead* am I just a fuckin plauge or what?: *the sound of the water makes him stir, but not wake completely. He groans a little, turning onto his side to get comfortable again*: *since she didn't know Frank was a vampire, how does she know she's supposed to be glad?**sighs, continuing on, wondering if she should just pound on Luciens door and apologise to Garrett*: *reaches under his head to grab a pillow to throw at the offending party making all of that noise... but then he remembers just in time who that offending party is and stops, opening his eyes*
: *sighs, doesn't want to get any brash ideas or weird notions but.. she's just so damned lonely**she heads for the park, bad idea on a dark night but ... she's got mace in her purse so what does she care?*: *yeah that's when she does a 360 and decides, yeah, she's going to go to Luciens and apologise**she heads down the street*: *stretches, still shirtless and barefoot, only in Garrett's pants* I told you I wasn't leaving.: *she walks down t he street that his house is on, looking for it, remembering which one it was and walking up the steps slowly*: Because I don't want to. *sits up, looking at him, tilting his head a little*: *walks up to the door, biting her bottom lip and then knocks on it firmly three times*: *he lingered in the center of the park, as much as possible, resting back against a tree, standing .. head bowed, eyes shut, hands buried in his coat pockets - his breathing long and drawing out, careful draws of air, concentrated*..: *she blinks, hearing words but not what words, knocking the door again* Hey open up: *shakes his head a little and stands up.* You took me home right after you met me, too. What makes you so much better? *said as he walks over to the door, then he opens it* Hi... did you forget something: Hi... yes... to.. apologise to your friend.. *she looked up at him, she really liked him.. maybe she should just slap herself and stop getting so infatuated with people*: You don't have anything to apologize for. Don't worry about it. He's just being irrational *leans his head back and raises his voice on the last word*: *his head moves, repeatedly, rapidly, appearing as if he's nervously looking around, though his eyes remain closed .. hulking form leans just slightly away from the cold tree he rests against - breaking away from his focus a moment, he straightens his posture a bit, and continues to watch...*: well.. let me talk to him..: *just rolls his pretty green eyes and steps back, holding out an arm to invite her in* Be my guest: *she walks in**she whispers to Lucien* his name is Garrett?: mmm *nods, closing the door once she's in*: ((Morg, Elm's been waiting for you and when you get here, he's gone. heh)): *walks towards the kitchen* garrett... *she walks in, lookng at him* listen... I'm sorry we.. we weren't out of your place: *hands lift from trench coat pockets, grasping onto the tree that remains rooted behind him as he begins to lean onces more, one-inch nails dig into the cold truck, holding him still .. feet plant a number of times, stepping in place, hard, pounding into the ground - his head continues to jerk to and fro, the expression on his face unaltered, it's usual scowl*..: (My timing is amazing.): Cause maybe I don't want to, did you ever think about that? I mean.. you're obviously hurt.. I didn't know he was with you.. he never told me.. or is he with you? I don't know.. Stop being an asshole I'm trying to apologise to you *she was a bit on the tipsy side and she was upset*: ((always has been. I could bring Lucien down. he'd probably be the only char that would be of any interest to Morg, being Luccrecia's brat and all. Can let these two duke it out for a minute)): Then why were you so angry? *she looks back to Lucien and then to Garrett*: *stands with his arms crossed over his thin chest, glaring at the floor, a little fed up with the both of them.... Americans*: *suddenly, he finds himself hard-pressed against the nearly iced tree, body tense as his mind takes in reality again .. a loud breath taken in, eyes snap open, golden in color, which soon fades back to their normal murderous blue - quickly regaining his composure, his lips speak a quite word into the night's air*..: *sighs and shakes her head* Alright then. Fine. Whatever *she turns, looking at Lucien and then back at Garrett* I'll get out of both of your hair now *she looks at Lucien* don't worry about finding me ok: *actually, hadn't planned on finding her, but he's not going to tell her now* Do you, um, need a ride somewhere?: You're not sorry *she turns and looks at Garrett* You are very much, not sorry. You're no different than any of the other guys I've tried to be decent to. You just.. go be angry and.. call me a slut and whatever. *she mutters, don't fucking give a shit about anyone else**she looks up at Lucien* No. Cause I don't need any favours from anyone who doesn't want squat to do with me. *she heads for the door*: The blood of the Tainted will cleanse the justified.... *a comment muttered against the cold wind, hands having pulled free of the tree, leaving noticeable marks of grip .. he glances to the left, and right, slow spans, observing beyond the dark - spoting a number of worthy Kine...*: We were drunk. What the hell did you think it was?: *opens her arms wide* I don't give a shit of what it was, or what it is. But I don't need any fucking favours, from someone who doesn't want anything more to do with me than that. Alright? It's a head job. Probably all my fault too. *looks at Garrett and shakes her head*: *leaning off the tree, it's a matter of cloestest and least safe, that who is most likely not to be detected .. it wasn't about the feelings, popularity, family - it's about the probability, chance. and he found one who in his eyes, fit all needs*..: *he's had enough, the usually quiet, unangerable boy is angered. He goes past her, grabbing his jacket on his way* To hell with you both *he goes out the door, shoeless and shirtless, slamming it hard behind him, going down the steps and onto the street*: *watches Morguline from the darkness of the park a soft smile on her lips*: *he ends up in the park before he even thinks about where he's going, which had been nowhere. He finally pulls on his jacket, thankful for the pack of cigarettes in one of the pockets, which he gets to smoking*: *feigns a yawn, all four canines extending past twice their normal length .. he steps away from the tree, performing a mild spin as he walks along, not wanting to miss anything, or did he..? - there's is a bridge in the park, and near that, is a human young woman, standing off to one side*..: *slowly walks towards him, She is wearing a elegant dress one would wear to a ball. The top a corsett red velvet trimmed with diamond the bottom a flowing silk and lace that blows in the breezes. She slowly walks up along side him*Is the hunter on the brawl this eve?: *he stops in an instant, the moment she speaks, maybe he saw her coming, maybe not .. he stands, still, towering over her, next to her - eyes the color of onyx, starting at his destination. he murmurs something in his native tongue, and continues on toward the bridge*.: *laughs softly her laugh like music as she desides this maybe fun and follows along*: *sits on a bench and smokes, chewing on his lips, not all tha aware of what's going on around him* (*slips into lurkage as there just isn't a place right now*): *he walks most casual, at the greatest of ease .. he stops upon arriving at his spot, a well marked area near the bridge, well out of eye-sight of the female Kine - he stands there, unmoving, silent, staring through part of the stone/cement bridge, as if watching the mortal directly*..: *he remians at full height, arms out from his side, a good foot, fingers move as if on their own .. unblinking, regardless of cold wind or drying eyes - he stands there, nearly still, only mild flitching as if nerves twitch now and then..*: *his left hand shifts behind his back as Elizabeth parts, liquid metal almost instantly coats his black gauntlet, soon hardening into a plated steel .. claws extending over six inches from each finger and thumb - his head cranes, watching her go, waiting...*: *his head snap back, literally, a cracking sound lowly echos under the bridge, drawing the attention of the young woman lingering in the dark .. he steps down a small, frozen-grass hill, onto a stoney walkway under the bridge, hand held behind his back, apporaching quietly*..: *green eyes look up at her, but he doesn't move his head. Green eyes that may or may not be familiar to her, since his aren't as hard as his mothers. As a vampire, she'd probably pick up that he smells like stale alcohol and sex* Probably not. You don't seem worried.: ((Icons, people.... icons)): *as he nears, she backs away slowly, says something .. what was that she said? No matter - he closes in quicker than anything nature can offer, th metallic hand exposes itself in under a blink, literally, tearing across her stomach in an instant. her organs exposed, emitting a light steam as they are open to the cold night, and soon drop to the stone-laid ground*..: I am alot older then you and can handle myself.: *just shrugs, lowering her eyes, figuring it would make her go away. He's completely out of energy to defend himself*: *slowly sits*and is it safe for you?: (her eyes-his eyes): What do you want? *looks over at her, not having any patience* Don't fucking worry about it, ok? *has never been so rude to anyone in his life... his grandmother would have hung him*: *frowns softly*You should be home in bed, does your mother know you are out this late?: *the Kine drops quicker than a doll snipped of it's wires .. a thick pool of crimson spreads out from under the body - he crouches, loose jeans accommodating as necessary, a steel/silver clawed hand slowly, careully, passes over the back*..: *that's it. The last little bit to push him over the edge, but instead of yelling, he starts to laugh and cry at the same time* I doubt it.: Oh dear child whats wrong*gently rubs his back*: (he misses his mommy, too : ( )): *the metallic hand curls, tearing cloth effortlessly, and cutting into the fleshy backing of the Kine as he lifts the body up, with a single hand .. a powerful grip on the shirt that holds the form up, he spins it slowly, raised to jaw level - his lips part, aimed to lash down on the dead human*..: *opens his mouth, but then closes it again and turns around when he hears Garrett's voice. He still doesn't say anything, the last bit of eyeliner running down his face*: *looks up at Garrett*The poor dear: *gets a silk hankie from her cleaveage where else would it be in a dress like this and gently wipes away his tears*: *tilts his head away from her* Don't. You can't fix me *he stands up, walking backwards from them both,looking at Garrett like he's lost his mind*: *his teeth connect, that quick, and dig into the side of the female, hard .. still keeping it help up with one hand, fresh vital runs from the good-sized wound he bit into the side - ribs have cracked, little importance to him, crushing down fully, letting the river flow past his lips..*: *frowns and hands the silk hankie to Garrett and turns to walk away leaving the boy in his friends hands*: *goes about a lil stroll before heading home cuz player needs to sleep*: *his arm pushes down with a force no man could understand, rending flesh from his powerful bite, blood scatters across stone and his form .. slammed soundly, noticeably against soild stone - not a pause in his movement, leading down, the armored hand rakes even more into the back, snapping nearly all ribs, splicing through still-warm flesh*..: About what? You told me to leave and I did. *holds his arms out helplessly* Why are you here? I'll get your damned pants back to you.: ( o god ): *the Garou instantly drops to Lupus, a wolf of massive stature, larger than any the earth has personally seen, a majority of his body is hairless, twisted scars - his head lowers, impessive maw, coated in deadly teeth begin to dig in, mercilessly*..: (enough garu? na ): *drops his arms, but otherwise stands there motionless, just looking at him*: Go where? You kicked me out, remember?: *his lashing, biting, is random at best .. through every chomp cuts bone like butter, and more than likely dots, if not mostly coats, his fur in a liquid that pumps out their viens...*: *his lashing, biting, is random at best .. through every chomp cuts bone like butter, and more than likely liquids of the corpse dot, if not mostly coats, his fur in a liquid that pumps out their viens...*: *narrows his eye suspiciously* Why?: *and that's good enough for Lucien, since he loves the guy* Fine *walks towards him*: *the obnoxious gathering of organs into his maw is blatantly obvious .. something he didn't worry about too much, something planned ... he continued to, literally, scoop organs into his maw, little chewing, little audible, squishy chewing. the body, by unnatural means, is starting to clear of flesh and cloth quickly.. a void willing to devour both*..: ((eeewwww Pres! *the vegetarian is gonna lose it* I strangely missed your gore)): (gtg late all *pauses and jets*): *the bottom of his jaw scrapes against hard stone, gathering loose ends between teeth, the hose-like guts shoveled up easily for him .. nothing stood in his way, intestines, marrow, clothing- everything was choked down, head tipped back, throat loosened to suit the desire to consume*..: *the bottom of his jaw scrapes against hard stone, gathering loose ends between teeth, the hose-like guts shoveled up easily for him .. nothing stood in his way, intestines, marrow, clothing- everything was choked down, head tipped back, throat loosened to suit the desire to consume*..: *he stands, in his Homid form .. a thick, crimstone liquid drips off the ends of his lips, his lungs take in repeated, quick breathes - his hues partly fade their current, empty onyx, to something of a clear blue. it varies often, an unwilling alteration...perhaps*..: *very, very little remians of the Kine female .. staring over the body, he wipes his mouth with a hand, the other pulling out his Fetish lighter - his nearly normal hues gaze across the scene around him, making sure all is absolutely clear... or, as clear as possible*.. Talib cocks his head slightly as he smells blood in the wind. He allways smells it but this time its fresher then most times. The arab just sits in the rustly old fire excape he has been using for his naps. After a moments thought he stands up then jumps down to the ground. Even though it was a 3 story fall it barly bothers him as he lands. Using his hightend sences he sniffs the air, following the trail.: *though his lips are dry, his tongue wipes over his lips, dark hues locked to what little remains of a body torn apart like nothing before - he flicks the steel lighter open, a bit of Gnosis used, the Feitsh activated. his thumb rests on the sparker, waiting to spray hot flame....* Talib narrows his eyes as his eyes as the smell gets stronger. He looks side to side as he trachs a 4 way between buildings. sniffing more he turn sright on the trail.: *his thumb strikes hard against the lighter's roller, aimed perfectly, searing, narrow flame spouts forth .. the fire licks across what he desires, a heat more intense than any other, burning the body away at an unnautral rate*..: *the front of his massive frame glows an impressive orange, mixed lightly of red and yelllow .. the liquid flame burns rapidly, at an inhuman rate, the corpse reduced to little ash well under half a minute*..: * Sits on a stool inside an Irish Pub....it took him all night to find one, but he finally did.* Talib turns the last corner n walks at a steady pase towrds the smell. He picks up the faint smell of something being burn yet keeps on going. He looks sharple ahdead n sees that towering garu known as Morg.: (*kicks Icon in*): * Orders himself a Guiness(sp). Pays for his drink and takes it over to an empty table, grabbing an ashtray along the way.*: *he pockets the lighter, but not after using it to ignite one of his cigars .. he stands there, eyes literally reflective off the glow of a burning, reeking body - a mild smoke begins to billow*..: *She sitting with a mikes hard lemonade, occasionally sipping, but more watching with those onyx eyes*: * Leans back in his chair, knowing he's being watched, but doesn't know by whom. Is the the bar tender whom might have noticed the icy feel of his change, or perhaps the Mick whom saw him walk past a mirror, but cast no reflection (*apologizes to any of Irish blood*).* Talib smirk sslightly as he walks up to him. He rilly dosent care but is curus for his own good. He stops about feet away from him and looks at the spot there the birning was. He cock shi shead n lowers it so he can see about his red tinted glasses. His eyes glare right at Morg. "Morguline.... earth to Morguline you there?" He grins and glares at him.: (omfg i got a script for a game going and it keeps switching to the game every min and its fucking wqith my typing lol): (*kicks icon): (*will this irish indian will forgive...* ^_~) *She took a long sip of her mikes, looking away from Zaron, for a moment.*: * Takes a long pull off his larger. Thinks, "Fuck it", if any of them had a problem, they would have come up to him already.*: *he exhales, body spinning to face Talib, eyes black, empty - a cigar burns between his lips, zero emotion in his face, standing stall, his posture unmoving...*: *She yawned slightly, God life was getting boring over the last 300 years, she looked back at Zaron, smirking slightly.* Talib looks at him yet cant help but blink when he sees his eyes. Least the Strinder as the excuase a spirit is bound to him that made his eyes red. He sniff sniffs as the sent of blood is present. "Did you have a good lunch?" Just keeps his grin as he keeps glareing at him.: *there is silence, a long, long moment .. a puff taken off his cigar, exhaling toward the ground, watching Talib with uncommon eyes*.. "Not, good enough...." *the tone hungry, angery to say the least*..: After a while she'd finished her drink and she moves over to the bar to get another, any mirror would show her because her shifter blood still runs deep in her veins, of course it would be a little faded.* Talib hehs sightly as he rises his head so hes seeing though the glasses now. He cant help but trip off every single gift he has on detecting if there is soemthing wrong with Morg. Judging from that look hes getting there is. "Care to explane why you seem a little.... off?" tilts hi shead slightly. The Strider seems so small beside the masive Fenris.: * Takes another pull of his beer.*: *She gets another mikes and wanders over to Zaron, bored enough to talk.* Can I sit? * comes her husky voice beside him.*: * Looks up at her.* Sure.: *through the glasses, and any supernatural means, his aura is Tainted, it sis strong of Vampire blood, Malkavian - in reality, it turns, facing Talib, a moment of silence before speaking, in the Garou language*.. "The unclean .. they plague this city like nothing more...": *She smiles and then sits, crossing her bare legs under the table.*: So, what brings you here this evening?: hmm had business to do..... been here for a while.. *she smirks.* hows the wanderer tonight?: The wanderer is happy that he finally found a bar that serves the only beer he likes.: heh good. of course you'd have to come to a place like this..* she says, leaning back in her seat and tipping the mikes to her lips: *: Of course. I only drink that which is rare, or atleast above average, and to truely find something like that one must seek. Talib just looks art him. He dosent even blink yet his eyes twitch. For the first time sin a very long time his tought sgo blank as he dosent know what to do. He just stands there motionless n glares at Morg. After a moment of blankness his mind rushes. Now everything is starting to make sence in his head. His moth open yet no words come sout then he just steps back once. head lowering n jis lip moving as if to growl.: yup.* she nods slightly, her masses of hair held up with ivory chinese hair clips, a few small butterfly looking snaps in her hair to keep all of it back, but a few strands still in her face.. its rare for her to have her hair like that.*: * Looks Saven over.* So, did they put up a fight?: *She grins.* got them to drunk... * she snickers slightly.* he was a little to easy..: * Snickers.* Don't you know better....drunk only works when working on a hit, and that's usually when you slip the poison that can't be traced.: hey I was in the mood to get the job done quickly.. he sobered up as soon as he got turned in though...* she grinned over at him, putting the mikes to her lips again.*: * Smirks.* I bet he did. Personally I would have stayed sobber if I was having someone as beautiful as you buying me drinks: *She snorts a laugh.* well its not like all males are like you.* she answers, her nails tapping the table lightly.*: * Smiles innocently at her.* And too bad they can't be. Imagine, a world of men with manners.: hmm yes of course, and imagine, full of women that were beautiful and easy..* she bites her lip as she chuckles slightly.*: Are you saying that you are easy?: well... *she furrows her brow slightly.* not all the time: I see: So you are easy part of the time then?: heh, whenever it suits my mood..* she answers, especially since an interesting fight and findings with her lover..*: (( I gtg. Need to sleep to wake up for work)): (alright) Talib pounces kitty Talib pounces kitty again Talib notes it is Talib pounceyz n lickz ^.^: *walks along with Garrett, lifting his arm to wipe his tears away on his sleeve, his bare feet slapping along on the pavement* Why did you come after me?: *it's good enough for him* I wasn't thinking straight. I'm sorry.: *nods, his hair still all messed up, but it just makes him cute* Yeah. I'm starving.: *shrugs, glancing at him just briefly* Whatever you want to do... you didn't kill that girl, did you?: At your house? *raises a brow and looks right at him*: Or stealing everything. She could be crazy or something *keeps on staring at him... what a strange turn of events*: I'm serious! You don't know anything about her. *and he doesn't know that much more. He can't even remember her name... not even the foggiest hint of a clue as to what it could be*: They never do seem the type. Gacy was a clown, you know.: It was just an example.. *but, there she is, laying on the couch* She did have a lot to drink *lowers his voice as he speaks, looking at the girl on the couch*: They're in there on the floor somewhere *pulls off his jacket and tosses it over a chair*: Stop bossing me around. *walks around the couch, going into the bedroom to dig through all the stuff*: *isn't going to get into a debate about it. Any clothes that he finds that are his, he puts in a pile on the bed*: Whatever you want. You're the mad one. *keeeeps digging and throwing. Finally finding the pants that he wants, he takes off the borrowed leather ones and just dropes them rather unmodestly* Why don't you ask her?: *just chuckles as he pulls on his dark grey cargo pants* I just figured since you two have become such friends. *digs around on the floor again for a clean tshirt: *finally finds one that's clean enough and pulls it on, then he walks out the room having to brush by Garrett*: So your name is Amy? *as he walks to the bathroom for teeth brushing and such*: Cute. *looks back to Garrett curiously before he goes into the bathroom*: *comes out with his hair wet. He'd obviously just put his head under the sink and fingercombed it*: *but he frowns... he's hungry now. Why in the hell is Garrett all of a sudden be so nice to her* Go head. Maybe we can order something.: *shrugs* It's not my house. *moves away from the poking finger*': *narrows his eyes and peers at Garrett* What are you doing: *pushes away from him* Bullshit. Twenty mintues ago you were kicking us out and calling her a slut, now... this? What the hell are you up to?: *narrows his eyes even more, but doesn't say anything else*: You're no bother *just keeps eyeing Garrett, not trusting him. But he slips his broken down tennies on*: *and he walks out just behind Amadeus* Did that guy ever call you back?: ((saven is such a ho)) He doesn't deserve you then... *sticks his hands in his pockets and slows his pace till Garrett catches up*: I thought you had a plan. I don't want breakfast food. It doesn't sound good.: *looks at Amadeus then* What do you think?: Pizza is Italian. Do you like pizza?: *when was he ever not nice to her? Mosies over to some pizza place, one of those family owned ones so they're really good and plops down at a table* This is the best pizza that I've ever had, and I'm from Italy: Yeah. I do. I miss it a lot. *plucks up the little menu to choose the pizza that is perfect for him* I haven't found a good Italian restaurant here yet.: *doesn't say anything, as he certainly doesn't have any money so it's not up to him*
: ((OMG! I just found my grandma's chocolate stash! oh my *in tears* and it's so... beautiful)) But not pepperoni *makes a face* My grandmother told me what it was made out of when I was eight. Haven't touched the stuff since.: ((yes it is! Extra cheese and mushrooms... mmm mmm good)): *well, never thought they'd be sitting here having this discussion* Whatever. *keeps suspciously glancing at Garrett from the corner of his eye*: ((oh, you poor thing! *hugs*)): *would agree with her, if she'd said it outloud. Orders for himself, then puts the menu back, placing his hands on the table and looking down at them*: *he can't stand it anymore. he doesn't care if the girl is right there or not* Garrett... what are you up to?: *blinks and looks at Lucien then at Garrett**shrugs and smiles at the waitress as she sets the drinks down at the table, she walking away again*: I know that you're more calm than my mother, but this is ridiculous. Don't screw around. I've just been waiting for you to tell me when to leave, and I'm going back home. I think you know that, so don't play whatever game you're playing.: *the mother remark may sound a little strange to her, but Garrett should get it*: *she blinks again and just sips at her iced tea, wondering if she should leave these two to their quarrel*: Then stop acting like her. *glares right back, his green eyes shooting daggers*: *sighs, sitting back* want me to leave you two?: *looks back at Amadeus* Aren't you a little suspicous?: (*shoots spit wads at Morg*): *shrugs slowly* sure but I don't have any friends here.... so... I'm just going to take what I can get around here. So he's being nice to me *motions to Garrett* that's what I want. I want people to be nice to me Lucien. I don't go out just to fuck with people *she sighs, looking at her ice tea and playing with the straw*: But he doesn't have any reason to be nice to you. In fact, not too long ago, he was threatening you... now this? And you can't throw me out of your place. I never lived there in the first place: *an audible inhale after drawing off his cigar, letting the smoke really filter through his lungs .. the huge Homid stood near the front doors of the building, a restaurant - his back nearly flush with the outside of the establishment*..: You know you ought to be grateful that he is being nice to me. And that he's obviously not angry with you anymore. *shrugs slowly and looks at him* Stop egging him on. It's insulting to be so rude to someone who offers you their hospitality. Don't judge people so closely. So what if he was threatening my life, he's not anymore. And he didn't touch me so... and I mean I was in his house with him alone while you went off on your hissy fit and he didn't even lay a hand on me: *taking a step forward, he turns, closing the distance between him and the door, reflective, dark eyes peer over the front wall, pausing here and there .. a hand lifts, partly gloved, and grabs onto the handle, tossing the door open as he lowers his seven foot six frame inside*..: I'm glad you two are such fast fucking friends *never raises his voice the whole time. It's steadily flat and dry*: *sighs and slides out of her seat, putting money on the table and looking at him* Fine. I'm outta here. I seem to be the problem here so I'm going. Have a nice life *she walks towards the exit*: Your friend is pissed off *is glaring at the table, so he's yet to see the huge man in the place... assuming he's in the same place as they are of course*: *would bump right into Morguline, having not been looking were she's going**she looks up* sorry.. *she tries to step around him*: *he steps away from the door, a slow glance drifts over Garrett and Lucien, also visually noting Amadeus .. a hand raises, removing the half-gone cigar from his mouth, just a few steps, wide, taken from the front door(s) - eyeing the area over now for a seat*..: *glances down at Amadeus as she makes contact with him, taking a quick side-step the opposite way she goes to move around .. watching her a moment*..: *doesn't give him a second look, her anger just boiling over as she walks out of the restaurant**she hated it here**she headed towards the park, maybe that would clear her head*: *tilts his head and just gives him that look. The one women are famous for when they're full of bullshit* Whatever, Garrett. Just stop screwing around. If you want me gone, I'll go. I just have to find my mother. She said she has my plane ticket and it's not like she's hard to miss in the city.: *as the girl leaves, his icy hues turn toward the two men, more one than the other .. he stared for a long moment, then gazed over the area, considering a seat - perhaps somewhere within easedropping range*..: *walks down the street, tears starting to run down her face as she just feels like shit* I'm fucking... 21 years old and... I don't have any fucking friends God damnit I'm such a kid *she pulls her ponytail out, pulling a few hairs out of her hair as she does, growling at them before more tears run down her face* God damnit! *She slams her fist against a wall, looking at it as blood starts to seep out of her hand from doing that* who gives a shit anyway: Why not? You're not scared of her are you? Don't worry about it. She's never been involved in my life and I don't think she's going to start now *figures they both know the "her and she" he's talking about*: *well they wouldn't be talking to her*: *or rather about her*: *reqardless of his weight, he moves most silently to a seat, although sitting is a different story .. noticeable squeaking as he lowers himself, the chair doing its best to retain it's form - he has picked a spot perfect for watching the two, though not too painfully obvious, and well within listening range, considering his highly acute wolven senses*..: *she walks into the park, just finding a random cluster of trees and sitting in them, curling her legs up tight against her and buring her face in her legs, sobbing*: *his eyes winden, just silghty, at the name...*: *has a one track mind and Garrett is the train, so he doesn't notice Morguline still* My father said she'll probably kick your ass once I leave... *doesn't even say the childish thing that comes to his mind* He also said that she'd probably just forget about it and leave.: *looks over her arms, at the ground, sighing, wiping her eyes* who am I kidding.... why am I even bothering with any of this... *she looks at her cell phone* it's all so fucking fake...: *is already there, sketching by lamplight. But she puts her sketchbook down and slowly follows the girl into the trees, not trying to be overly sneaky. She opens her cupid-like mouth to speak when the girl starts to, so she assumes she's the one being spoken to* What is?: *thick elbows propped on the table, half-gloved hands folded, resting his chin in their combination .. a very, very faint grin is set across his steely face, seeming unaware of it, soaking in the sudden knowledge - eyes holding a twisted level of anger in them*..: (post for chain): *she starts, looking at Nico, amazed at her apperance.. quite mesmerized by it really, tears still running down her face* Nothing... just.... go away *she wraps herself back up in her legs, resting her head against her knees, her chest hurting she's so upset*: I didn't say that I wanted to leave, did I? In fact, I distinctly remember telling you that I didn't want to while you were snarling at me.: Well... alright, but this isn't a very safe place to be, especially when you're upset. *pulls her light sweater around her and crossing her arms to keep it closed. She's just a little thing, looking no older than twelve or so at first glance* You should go home. I can walk with you: Hm. *a low comment to himself .. quickly followed by altering his view of reality, peering into the spirit world, reading over the aura of the two - making sure one is really Werewolf, and the over Kinfolk, or human*..: I don't... want... to go home... and I could... care less.. about what.. happens to me.. *she sniffles, sobbing as she grips her legs closer, she really didn't care.*: And you're not up to anything? I swear this is the last time that I will ask you, so you'd better tell the truth because you won't get another chance.: *she kneels down so that she can look at the girls face, instead of down at her* Oh, now it can't be that bad. I'm sure you'll feel better with a good bath and some sleep.: *he watches the son of the resently revived Garou, watches closely .. smoke wafting about his face as he exhales another puff slowly, lightly - any waitress that addresses him is waved off*..: somehow.... I really... doubt it. *she doesn't look at her, looking down the pathway. She was tired of trying to make friends, she was tired of going out everynight and ending up being stupid and being hit with the reality that it didn't matter that she slept with them, they always lost their interest afterwards*: Fine. *picks up Garrett's tea, since he didn't order himself anything to drink because he's a snob, and drinks just enough to capture an ice cube in his mouth. He's a very nice looking kid, not looking anything like his mother, except for his eyes. In fact, he's quite the opposite from her... thin, pale, and patient(: Well, doubt is for people that don't know for sure, and I do. *smiles, so warm and genuine. She holds out a small hand, which is covered with intricate little tattoos, all wound together but it would be hard to make them out in the dark* Come on, I'll help you up.: *what to do, what to do .. a number of plans turn in his head, one over another, consider this, reject that, something, something - should a message be sent? should anything be done at all? does she know he's here, does that matter?. his mind considers all this and more in a considerable short period of time*..: I just said I would. Don't tell me that you wouldn't have been suspicious. *puts the glass back down, sliding it over to him*: *she looks up at her, eyes red rimmed, looking at her hand and then to her* why are you being nice? What do you want?: *keeps the smile, and the outstretched hand* Tea, actually... I'm fresh out. Do you have any?: So you want something from me *she gets up, not taking her hand* just like everyone esle.: I am really sorry. I know that it's no excuse, but I was really messed up. *doesn't know why he's apologizing and explaining. he never would have a few months ago, but it felt good to do it*: *she drops her hand, the smile fades, but just so that the girl doesn't think that she's mocking her* I'm sorry. I was trying to make you laugh.: *she looks at her, rather stunned**she hadn't been choosing the right company lately and each one of them hadn't been nice to her without a reason* listen just tell me what you want ok?: *his hands unfold a moment, long enough to take the cigar from his jaws and tap ash into a glass tray on the table he's seated at .. his attention mostly remains on the two, though it occasionally scans the area, keeping a light tab on that around him*..: *when Garrett leans back, Lucien leans over giving him a brief, but efficient kiss*: *his left eyes twitches. literally*..: I want... for you to not get raped and murdered in this pitiful excuse for a forest. I want that for everyone. *well, at least she got the girl off the ground*: (bloooddd...): but... why?... I mean... fuck.. it's either them or some drunken idiot: What... *the crule, nearly bottomless voice called out .. almost subconsciously speaking*..: There's no use in making it easy for them is it *takes some backwards steps out of the trees* So... do you have tea?: y...yeah.. *she said, wiping her eyes and sniffling, looking around, running a hand through her hair* I do...: *when the pizza comes, he takes his piece and begins to strategically pick off the peppers, putting them on a napkin*: *sneers, openly, the sight he just beheld feeds the beast in him, driving his Rage .. teeth clutch, grind, cutting what's left of the cigar from his lips - in the language of his people, he mutters to himself*.. "Only she could breed such a disgrace...": Great *smiles again, then turns, walking out of the trees*: *watches her, sighing and walking after her, just wants to go be a recluse for the rest of the semester*: *picks up her sketchbook, holding it to her chest* Are you new to the city? Or... any city?: yeah..... I... I'm going to school here.. I'm from Orange county...: I talked to my grandmother on Christmas. I forgot to tell you. She's mailing you a present *Smiles as he takes a bite, obviously amused by it*: Is it your first year? *stands, waiting for her to indicate a direction*: *nods and sighs* yeah... *she heads down the pathway, heading towards the west end*: She wouldn't tell me what it is... probably condoms. I've gotten at least one box every year since I was fifteen. It's... just a good thing she has such a good sense of humor. *chuckles* (*chews on Elisa's boobs*): *the remnants of his cigar burning on the table, soon ground dead by a gloved palm .. he sat there, watching in utmost disgust for the two - something had to be done, it was right. wasn't natural*..: *the remnants of his cigar burning on the table, soon ground dead by a gloved palm .. he sat there, watching in utmost disgust for the two - something had to be done, it wasn't right. wasn't natural*..: *nods, as if she'd expected it and walks along with her* I guess it's the hardest year for a lot of people.: It would be one less box to buy. *just keeps on grinning* She busted me with my governess when I was fifteen. It's kind of a joke, now.: I hate it. I really fucking hate it. I can't make friends, that I already know: *plans began to form, what best suited for the situation, what would be noticeable by other Kine or Garou, how it will be done, hot to dispose of anything that may or may not need to be gotten rid of .. so many ideas, plots, rending schemes...*: *just shrugs* You should have seen her. She was a very beautiful woman *puts away some pizza the way that any respectable teenager should*: *his hands sink into coat pockets, mind made up .. it'll began easy, and get more difficult if the boy makes it so - the Get didn't care, it was a matter of pride. and now, it was a matter of time, that which he has plenty of, watching the two intently... waiting*..: *his hands sink into coat pockets, mind made up .. it'll began easy, and get more difficult if the boy makes it so - the Get didn't care, it was a matter of pride. and now, it was a matter of time, that which he has plenty of, watching the two intently... waiting*..: Just give it some time. You've got your whole life to make friends. Don't rush it.: *a quiet voice from behind Morguline...that soft British accented voice* Good eve. *the question is...how did she get there...*: *laughs* That's cheating. It took me three months of ingenius seduction to get the governess *then, his smile fades as he looks up at a clock* Shit! I was supposed to be somewhere... *stands up, leaning down to kiss him again, glad that at least both of them have pizza breath*: **pause**: *his shoulders raise, what timing .. he executes an audible huff out the nose - he goes to speak, but notes Lucien's movement. he says nothing*..: You can come if you want. I'm just going to visit my father.: *her voice stays quiet...even as she does steps out behind him quietly, her tiny mass easily hidden and dwarfed by his- a effective disguise. She wears a leather dress with a sheer black top..her violet eyes soft* Worry nay. Stop you, I willnae.: *his hands set against the table, fingers wide, back arched lightly .. patience begins to falter, he performs something of a nod to her, grey-rooted hair shuffles across his face - he seems almost distant, clearly focused at the moment...*: You invited yourself, cowboy. Besides, you'll like him. *and he's gone with Garrett out the door and into a cab*: (Aww..): (PPfft. What'a turn off.): (that's as bad a turn off as farting in a chick's face, yo.): (Everyone needs to have off work this week like I do! Then there can be roleplayery all around. Oi.) Talib smirks slighgtly as he watchs the few that Morg was watching. He grinds his teeth slightly n chuckles. "Oh Morg why dont you just act..." He shakes his head lightly as he walks into allyway. Using one of his gifts he crouchs n jumps ontop the 4 story building with a single jump. Handing kinda hard he rolls off it and watchs from the top of the building.: (I do have work off this week. And next week, and next week....wait. I DONT WORK! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA *cough*): *for reference, he did follow them out, though did not act when they got away in the cab .. he stood there, a metallic hand ran through his aged hair, watching the two faid into darkness - soon, another cigar was lit*..: *under the wind, he curses the son of Lucreccia, and the Shifter he was with .. time held nothing on him, and it was just a matter of it, when he could do as needed - the town needed to be cleaned, and it was time to do so....*: * Is on the floor of his motel room, doing sit ups. The monitor on his computer glows a dim blue while his cell phone is next to him.* Talib just shakes his head. Maby if his good fried Morguline would let him in on whatever his plans where maby he would help him. Maby in a day or two more he himself is just going to start killing leechs one by one. Would make no differnce by hand or by using a few tools he has. O good times ahead. He shifts down to lupus form and lays down on the roof.: * Stops after a bit and lays on the ground. Grabs his cell phone and calls the number that Amadeus gave him a couple of nights back.*: (I so want to fling a taxi like a football mwhaha): (Heh, heh, heh.): (( I so don't want to be on the other side of that taxi)): (not alot of people know how strong garu rilly are :> Morg can pick up a semi and throw it if hes pissed enough): (*grins*): * Lets the phone ring a bit before hanging it up. Sighs and stands up. He dusts himself off. Walks over to the computer and smiles.* Perfect, everything's almost ready. Now I just need to give myself a good night or two to get a decent hotel, or a decent appartment, then another day to move out and decorate it. In a week's time, I should be ready to start looking for that lady whom I met my first night here and just tell her my intentions on her territory.: *regardless, he stands outside, another vanilla cigar lit between his lips .. again, ideas brew in his mind, what now, what to occupy his time, should be hunt, wait, watch - so much to do, so much time to do it*..: * Finishes getting dressed, throws his trench coat on, and walks outside his motel room.*: (Whoops, proper icon.): (LOL): *is in an upscale bar.. *: (Heh-heh. Ahh, yeah...): * Feels like something decent tonight, like something that might actually have class. Makes sure he has his cell on him, and begins running towards the "fancier" side of the city. Kicks in Celerity 6 as he runs.* Talib walks over to the ledge n looks down. Ah hes still there. With some haste he runs down the fire excape in lupus form. He looks more like a jackal then a wolf. As he jumps from the last floor down to the street he shifts to homid form. With a grin on his face he makes his way over to Morguline.: and pot, lots of pot.. then he'd feel better ^_^): *having been staring in the direction the cab left in, his eyes shift toward Talib, attention focuses accordingly .. arms held close to his body, hands in coat pockets, his stance still, tall*..: * Has run through forests using Celerity 6 before, without tripping. Mearly kicks the rock as he runs instead.*: *via Obsfucate 1, she is thee with Morguline- though she has no doubt that he knows she is there. she stands by him, cloaked out in shadows*: * Slows down as he reaches the area he wants to be in, until he comes to a light jog.*: * Picks a bar and walks in.* Talib just shakes his head as he walks over to him "You just going to watch and do nothing or are you going to start doing something?" Practily puts fuel on the fire but hes starting to get annoyed to a point about it. He has his glasses on full time anymore as this place is crawling with leechs"You could have ripped there heads off and they could have done nothing about it... and you know it.." Stops about 10 feet from him.: *if he is aware of the Kindred, he doesn't seem aware of it .. reflective, unlit eyes kept on Talib*..: *And shes sitting there drinking wine, in a simple red strap dress, black hair in a butterfly clip, strands falling out of it and around her face and down her back.*: * Walks towards an empty table. Actually does look like a business man wearing a trench coat. Motions for a waiter and orders a Bloody Mary to begin the night*: "A time and place for everything..." *specifically recalls noting this wisdom to Talib before .. or was it another in this glass and metal city? perhaps, or maybe not, no matter now really - he says nothing else, his aura is clear of Taint now, a very power combination of colors, that for Werewolf, and for anger*..: *is actually not alone, shes doing business with a man, looks like normal conversation but its not..*: *and of course, Elisa is aware of Talib's presence. she even looks at him from her shadow cloak..Morguline would feel it- a gentle static shock as Betsy gently enacts Path of The Levinbolt 1: Spark on instinct...* Talib nods "Yes but when you push things a litle you can get so much more done. Thats what I have been doing n getting much done." He does note Morgs aura and takes note of it. "You know time is short...": * Pays the waiter as he brings him his drink. Takes it and looks around as he casually sips.*: *She'd be in clear view, shes facing towards him but as shes with the man she'd not noticed him.... the guy talks low and she just smiles occasionally, he shows her what might be a photo.... she looks at it for a long moment then gives it back. eventually she reaches out and takes the mans hand... after a moment he gets up and leaves, and she sits back, sighing.*: Is it? *he speaks in english, normally, his voilent tone .. as many as needed steps taken to garb himself out of artificial light - he can feel Elisa's power, even when she doesn't begin to use it. he says nothing more, seeming most in-turn with Talib*..: * Spots Saven and waits for the man to leave completely. Stands up and walks towards her.*: *She sees him as soon as he stands and when he moves over to her.* well we keep running into each other don't we now..* she motions him to sit across from her, her onyx eyes amused.*: * Sits across from her.* It seems like we do. It's getting to the point that one of us might begin accusing the other of stalking them. Talib cocks his head as he watchs his arua with a very close eye. From what he say the other day he keeps the idea in mind that he might need to put Morg out of action any way he can. "Im sure you understand... maby you dont? I know at times the other tribes think us strider blaber to much yet we know what we are doing." As he speaks he dosent like what he is seeing and what he is thinking in th eback of his head.: Yes.. *she smirks then.* maybe I should start accusing *she teases.*: * Raises an eyebrow, amused.* You, accuse me? I should be accusing you. * Also joking*: *She smirks.* but I was here first.* she says playful, putting her glass to her full lips.*: Yes, but I was there first our last two encounters.: *he is Get, born of war, battle, he is what fighting was born to be, like all Fenrir, there is no exception .. naturally, he is offended by Talib's comment, maybe even feeling challenged - a gravely voice nearly grinds out from his jaws*.. Maybe, I don't....? Strider... what could you possible know, over me.: hmm true.... mutual stalking then?: * Smirks and takes another sip of his drink.* That works: I believe that humans consider that a relationship on some levels. * Chuckles.*: hmm..* she finishes her wine.* and we've not even done anything...: Very true. * He looks at Saven as if examing how she looks, but is really reading her aura.*: *Her aura is of course that of vampire, and also calmness... hint of lust ^^*: * Smiles at her and smirks.* Also, it's kinda hard to do anything with no pulse. Talib sighs softly as he knows that the purebreed warror is getting a little to upset "Morg I am not here to fight you. You know that.I just hope you know what has been going on with yourself." cocks his head to the other side. "I know your fighting a war within and it might be clouding your judgment on matters." He keeps a cloase eye on him incase he does snap.: oh its amazing what one can do...* she smirks, raising a brow...*: * Shrugs, as he remembers a couple of weeks ago...atleast.* That is true.: * Smirks softly at her.* Talib smirks "Afterall vampires like to try to get us garu to fight eachother... since they know they cant defeat us themselfs.": *She hails a waiter and gets another wine.* but you're probably not interested in my type.* she says after the waiter goes.*: And what is your type excactly? * Finishes his drink and orders himself some cogniac.*: *his dark eyes narrow, body urges to lurch forward, to lash and maim .. though he doesn't - metal-clad hands remain in coat pockets, dormant from attack*.. "I am aware of what I undergo, and none of it has to do with Leeches, Strider." *a very light, midly anger growl curls in his thick, scarred throat*..: the type that has a good time, but leaves quickly..: In other words, one night stands and keeps contact with the person. Never excactly a relationship, only what suits you.: yes..* she nods, strands moving about her face as the waiter comes over with her wine.*: Hmmm.... well, I hope your business ethnics are a bit more stable.: oh very much so, though with the relationship slash not never goes bad... my business skills are better.. Talib Nods slowly "Then why dont you take the oen out who has her hands around your throat? Or should I do that for you?" He knows his walkign on thin ice but he would like some information.: Good...now as you know, I've been meaning to start up a business here in LA.: hmm yes.* she says, looking seriously at him.*: Well, things are almost ready to begin. Unfortunately there is one small stipulation from my partners in Manhattan.: *his eyes change, phyiscally, a brief red hue spreads across them as he listens to Talib, the color soon fades back to cold blue .. voice something beyond murderous*.. If someone controls me, then by all means, end their reign...." *standing tall, well over the height most, or any human would .. body tight with frustration, yet loose for the cry of action*..: That stipulation is that I need to find a local business partner. Now, as you might have already guessed, the cafe is going to also serve as a cover for other things.: and what is that?: er that would be under that last post): *She smirks* yes.. I figured: You in?: perhaps.....: Perhaps? Talib lowers his head as a smiles comes across his face. "You wish is my command.... Elder." HE looks around thought his glasses. Sure vampires can hide but im aure there auras still show. "Just hang in ther my friend... remember im not the enemy." Looks back at him with a warm smile. Even with the image of pure power that Morg gives off and the knowlage that the power is hanging on a thin thread doisent seem to bother Talib.: yes.. perhaps.. *She smirks* what exactly will I get out of it.: Your share of the profits, another way to clean the bounty money, and we could work out what else you get.: Should you be. *he begins to walk off, through the words stick clear in his mind .. not fully understanding them*..: hmm...* She grins, dark eyes sparking.* do I get one night with the business partner?: When do you want the night, and for what?: * He smiles softly now, knowing...or atleast he thinks he knows, for what.*: *she bites her lip, laughing.* wouldn't that be obvious? *she asked, sipping her wine then looking off out the bar windows.*: Now, now, I wouldn't figure you would find one such as myself attractive. * Sips is cogniac.*: *Such as your self.. dear if you could look in the mirror you'd find your not bad..* She shakes her head slightly, smirking.*: * Holds up the cogniac so that it can show her his reflection....if he had one.* If only it were so easy. Talib just turns areound and walks the other way. He knows that this is going to be a fun one. He chuckles and starts to laugh deeply as he walks off. "Oh my friend this is going to be quite painfull for you mentaly... " He mumbles to himself.: heh you have my blood you'd be able to for a few minutes at least.* she lifts her glass to the side of her face, and he could see her faint reflection.*: *the Get may or may have not heard that .. regardless, he's gone - off to stalk either something of the natural, or beyond*..: Speaking of which...* looks at the drinks*, you know this will do nothing. Why don't we get ourself a couple of whores, get them drunk, casually drink, and then see what happens.: *She raises a brow.* now now.. you never know what you could get. *She snickers, sipping her drink.*: Hence why you get them from an escort service that you know tests them: hmm never done that.. but then again I don't drink women.....* she says.*: Hmmm...then what do you suggest?: hey by all means get a whore if you wish.* though one, even though shes a vampire, sits before him.* but we should go, I'm getting bored, and I hate getting bored..: * Finishes his drink and stands.* Alright, well, you lead the way.: *She takes one last sip of her drink and drops some money on the table, then heads out the door, her dress skit clingy against her.*: * Follows her out the door*: *She then hails a cab, her black slim boot toe-ing the pavement.*: * Walks up behind her and puts his gloved hand against the small of her back.*: *She doesn't even start, her muscles don't tense and she seems completely at ease, seemingly not suprised by this action, all she does is smile as the cab makes its way to them in the nightlife traffic.* Talib lowers his head as a smiles comes across his face. "You wish is my command.... Elder." HE looks around thought his glasses. Sure vampires can hide but im aure there auras still show. "Just hang in ther my friend... remember im not the enemy." Looks back at him with a warm smile. Even with the image of pure power that Morg gives off and the knowlage that the power is hanging on a thin thread doisent seem to bother Talib. Talib notes it is Talib pounces kitty again Talib just looks art him. He dosent even blink yet his eyes twitch. For the first time sin a very long time his tought sgo blank as he dosent know what to do. He just stands there motionless n glares at Morg. After a moment of blankness his mind rushes. Now everything is starting to make sence in his head. His moth open yet no words come sout then he just steps back once. head lowering n jis lip moving as if to growl.: (WTF): (lol sry): *blinks.*): * Stands besides her.* So, where you planning on taking us?: (*runs and hugs moth, hoping she won't get stabbed*) hmm I figured I'd let you choose that..* she says, looking to him out of the corner of her eyes*: Well, I would say my place, but I am sure you don't want to go to a motel room that is normally cheeper then American beer.: heh I've been to worse, but if you want we can go to mine...*The cab stops and she moves to open the door.*: * Moves quicker then her and opens the door for her.* Your place it is then.: *watches him sneak*) *She smiles and slides into the cab, after Zarons in she tells they guy where they need to be, the nice spot of town.*: * Sits next to her and looks out the window.*: and she does the same, looking out the window, thinking.*: * Glances over his shoulder at her.*: *And she keeps looking out the window, her dark eyes watching things pass in a flash.*: How much longer?: five blocks.* she answers.*: You alright?: *She looks to him.* heh yes, sorry I get lost in thought easily.* she smirked, her hand moving to stroke under his chin lightly.*: I see....* Smiles at the stroking.* Mind me asking what you were thinking about?: The city, and the job I have to start on in a couple of days..* her hand moves over his neck slightly bevore moving to her lap again.*: * Nods*: *She looks back out the window, and maybe a couple minutes more they are there.*: * As soon as they arrive, he opens the door of the cab. Holds it open for her while paying the cabbie.*: *She gets out and after hes paid the cabbie she starts goes to the large poshy brick building.*: * Looks at the building and whistles.*: *She smirks.* well you coming in? *After she stops at the door*: Yeah, I am. * Walks towards her. It isn't that he's in awe at the building for it's splendor, but rather cause it hasn't been replaced by a "newer" home*: *will just just let it fade here*: ((* Waves*)): ok: computer got reformatted......* *tests her chars*)