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Post by jesserunknown on Sept 14, 2006 18:31:32 GMT 1
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 18, 2006 22:02:43 GMT 1
I wasn't sure what drag me to the bar on this fine night but--no, I'm lying to you. I knew exactly what drag me to the bar. I'd just rather not say it. I'd just rather not admit how terribly pathetic I can be when I'm lonely. Seeking comfort in the company of barlovers is reserved for the truly desperate and I wasn't about to admit how depressingly bored and forlorn I was.
And so I told myself for non-pathetic reason I sat down at the barstool, ordered the first drink that came to mind, and scanned the crowd for lovely bare-necked mortals.
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 19, 2006 1:28:09 GMT 1
I was bored and decided to go to the bar to just get a drink of blood wine. Didn't care how strong it was as long as it did what I wanted it to do. I walked in wearing a black form fitting dress with an open back with small straps here or there and my hair was down and flowing with the wind. I took my seat not caring about the blonde guy that was sitting next to me. I sighed heavily and ordered my drink.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 19, 2006 1:52:07 GMT 1
Lo and behold, but who has come to save Lucifer from his loneliness? None other than Sybelle. None other than the angel's finest in a soft black temptation. Eve's apple had nothing on her. I try not to restrict myself to old clichés, but this time I simply couldn't help myself and decided to see if she would remember a little prank.
I grinned and without warning covered her eyes with my hands, growling in a deep voice, "Give me all you've got, pretty little thing."
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 19, 2006 2:09:43 GMT 1
I let out a growl before using my mind to figure out who had me. "Alright Lestat de Lioncourt you can let me see you." I said pulling on his hands.
I had a soft smile on my mouth as I looked into the blue eyes. The memories of that one night we shared rushed back. I blushed heavily remembering him taking me in a fitting room of all places.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 19, 2006 2:26:04 GMT 1
I smiled and wrapped my fingers around the stem of my glass, rolling the drink in the curves of the cup.
"So...what's a nice pianist like you doing in bar like this?" My eyes never left hers as I took a small sip from my glass.
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 19, 2006 2:28:19 GMT 1
"I'm trying to drown in my sorrows and drink my self silly. But no not really. I'm just down in the dumps. It must be the rainy weather outside. What about you? Whats a sexy fiend like you doing in a shit hole like this?" I asked him.
I downed my bloodwine and asked for antoehr.
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 26, 2006 0:14:25 GMT 1
"Why, talking with you, I thought that much was obvious," I said with a sly little grin. I knew how to play my cards. But, enough about me...(I'm lying again. Never enough.)
"Drinking to get you out of 'the dumps', hm? Well, we've all been there, haven't we? When I was mortal drink seemed to be the only answer to all my problems. Perhaps not the only one, but a damn good one. Now I rely on a different kind of drink to take the edge off...funny how somethings never change," I laughed and took a sip of bloodwine. Hmm, two people, as much bloodwine as we wanted...an idea struck me then and I smiled mischievously.
"I think I know the thing to get you...'out of the dumps'. Do you know any good drinking games?"
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 26, 2006 0:26:58 GMT 1
"Sadly I do not monsieur de Lioncourt. I do not know any drinking games. Before I became this...I wasn't one for drinking." I said to him.
I looked at the bartender and said, "Hey give me another please and make it straight up as hard and heavy as you can get it."
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Post by Lestat II on Sept 26, 2006 3:02:53 GMT 1
I frowned at that. "Monsieur de Lioncourt was my blind, poor excuse of a father. And if that's what you're ordering then it's painfully obvious you're not one for drinking. If you're going to drink--" I said with a grin and motioned for the bartender "--damn well do it right." I looked up at the bartender who had been in the motion of fixing Sybelle's drink. "Change that order to something less hard and less heavy."
I turned to her and flashed her a smile. "Drinking games are positively no fun if one of the players is face-down on the bar and can't form cohesive sentences. Ever play 'Never Have I Ever'? Come on, you look like a good sorority sister, you must have run into this game once in your lifetime."
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Post by Sybelle on Sept 26, 2006 15:33:52 GMT 1
I glared at him rather angrily and said, "Well I hate to tell you Lestat. But what Armand forgot to mention in his stupid book was the fact that I had been locked up in my brother's home for so long that the only times I went out of the home was with him and Benji and that was to whatever he took me to. A show or soemthing. Never did I go to college. Never did I exeperience all that fun stuff. So No. I do not know what you're talking about."
I turned forward in my seat and glared at the bar top almost willing myself to burn a hole in the bar. My glare was deadly and my sorrows weren't going away with him there. I laid my head down and closed my eyes. I need a long vacation in a place where no one would find me.
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Post by Lestat II on Oct 4, 2006 0:06:38 GMT 1
Hmm, apparently charisma wasn't on my side tonight. Sybelle was getting increasingly more upset and now had her head on the table. I did what I do best and ran my fingers through her silky hair.
"I didn't go to college either." I didn't even really go to school, but I didn't think that needed mentioning. "It's all a bunch of merde if you ask me. Mortals get infatuated with the strangest things. Come on," I sat up and lifted her chin. "This bar is depressing at this time of night. Let's go outside."
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Post by Sybelle on Oct 4, 2006 4:04:21 GMT 1
I sighed and reluctantly pulled out a $100.00 bill and laid it on the bar for all my drinks. I looked at the bar tender who only smugly smiled. I looked at Lestat. "You better hope I don't get to angry...I"m not in the best of moods...but your touch drives me crazy now..."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2006 8:29:58 GMT 1
Nothing was ever so simple. She remembered being able to move effortlessly though society...but had she been gone that long, that she had forgotten? It seemed so long ago that she had had a somewhat normal life. But had she ever really had it? She had always had to run from her ex-lover....and there was always something going on. But nothing like what had transpired recently....
And she was still dazed....confused about what exactly had happened. She had more or less lost her children, even though they were still alive. She had escaped after her memory was returned at full force...and it had been too much to take. Even now, her mind was in a turmoil.
Now, she moved swiftly into the manor that stood before her. Now, it was time for her to build a new life, to create something new from the rubble that had been her old life. She had ordered clothes to her size to be brought into the house and put into her master bedroom suite. Soon, she was standing within her rooms, eyes gazing at the aray of clothes that filled her walk in closet. Where could she began? She tentatively ran her fingers softly over her clothes....eyes shifting along each garment...
Finally...after a few hours of discarding and rummaging through clothes, she had chosen an outfit. It was a simple pair of black bondage pants and a sleeveless tank top that ended just below her breasts to expose her flat bronzed tummy. Her hair, to avoid attention to the way it moved on it's own accord, was piled up into twisted tight tresses atop her head, leaving her neck and shoulders mostly exposed as well.
She chose a pair of black five inch leather platform boots and she had drawn out thick black eyeliner, til it ended in points at the outer edges of her eyes, bringing out the vibrant green color of them.
Standing before the mirror, she barely recognized herself...even the slight changes made her speechless. Where would she go? How would she start her new life? Things weren't the same....she had no one...nothing...for once in her life, she was completely alone in the world, truely alone...she had left it all behind. She wasn't sure if this was a good thing, or a bad thing...but it was what she would have to live with. To most of the supernatural world, she and her children were monstrocities....they were not natural...they weren't part of the grand design....they weren't something that they understood...they were abominations.
She remembered how when her twins were born, there were attempts on thier lives...assassins were sent to destroy them. Attempts were made on her own life...but that was to be expected...but when others had tried to kill her babies...she had been enraged....and gone insane with fury. But it wasn't the first time she had lost it. No....she was a wild card and the supernatural society hadn't liked that at all.
She blinked...pulled out of her memories. She shook her head, as if doing so would cast the memories out of her head completely. She took a look at herself again once more before moving from the mirror and exiting her house. Even though drinks did little for her...right now, she could mentally use one. She wondered where she would go....but really, any club would do. She just wanted to get out. But first, she would surpress her aura. Her aura was a vastly large and strange one and often would attract unwanted attention. She did so, so that it would seem that she was nothing more than human to the eyes of another. Only older beings, or someone she knew might know the difference.
Soon, she was moving through the streets until she found a vampire club...that throbbed with the rythmatic sounds of bass outside into the night air. How quaint. She had never been too involved with the modern vampre society, even after she was re-awaked in that oh-so-suitable host body provided by her reincarnation. She slipped inside and moved to the bar, taking a seat on a stool. When the bartender asked her what she wanted, her mind went blank. What did she want? She sat there silently for a moment....and then shrugged and asked for him to make something strong for her, that it had been a long night. She didn't know what he made for her, nor did she care...but she sipped it as she turned and leaned her elbows into the counter and watched the mob of sweaty bodies dance on the floor.
After a while, a band was set up and she quirked a brow as the singer and the band set up. That couldn't be who she thought it was. It was the girl, the siren...Athekka little pet, she thought to herself with disgust and jealousy...though she knew that was not true. Athekka had helped her control her powers after she had nearly burned down the Theatre. How delightful, a coincidence. She wasn't too terribly worried though, the child was on the run just as much as she and would not cause her trouble. She had a beautiful voice though, she had to admit..even if she did surpress the magik of it, it was still luring...but not as potent as it could be, she knew. She would have been stupid to have not taken the precaution to hold back her magik. In a club like this? There would have been...a very interesting night ahead of her.
She watched her move to the bar...though where she was sitting, it was far enough away that she could not see Nehmahati...and she had drawn back her aura completely, so she could not sense her. She watched her female friend get up and play the piano...then return and off they went, up into some private area.
She let out a sigh. Her short entertainment for the night was gone. She needed another distraction. She downed the rest of the drink and she realized that it was a KamaKazi. Not really that strong, or at least, not as strong as she would have liked. Though she could only blame herself...she had not specified what she had wanted. Oh well...she turned back and this time caught the attention of the female bartender and called her over, asking for a refill. She could feel the begannings of the Horseman's need for blood, meat, and destruction. Unlike vampires, the Horseman did not merely only feed on blood...but on flesh and fear as well. It made for an intersting night at times. It reminded her of the old days, when she was not so tame as she was now. It almost seduced her into wanting to become what she once was, the way she once was.
She remembered being as ruthless and cold as her own son and his father had been to her. Why had she not slain them? Because she loved them, she knew...for all the hurt and pain they had caused, she had become weak with her need of them, for her emotion. No wonder Ellon thought the humans weak and pitiful. Once she had gained emotions, she had grown helpless and weak. Unable to defend herself as Ellon had stripped her of her dignity...and so had her son. Like father, like son right? It seemed that Amen was filling in his father's shoes, for as much as he despised the man.
If he ever caught wind of where she was...it would all be over. But he won't catch her...she wouldn't allow that to happen. She was determined to leave her past behind, to start anew. She just had to decide which path she would lead. Would she keep her emotions? Cling to mortal dreams? Her instinctive nature loathed it....it wanted blood, chaos...destruction. And not only that, but the Horseman screamed for it as well. She did not know what path she would take. She wondered now if she could even join the vampire society. She would have to hide her nature...they would not accept her. She was not one of them...she was an abomination....she wasn't a creature weaved into thier world naturally. So many had tried to end her life and her childrens' lives. Could she do it now? Had things changed? She hoped so.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2006 8:30:45 GMT 1
((WOW...thats a lot longer than I intended it to be. apologies...-_-))
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Post by Allura Hall I on Nov 13, 2006 4:15:12 GMT 1
Allura had wanted to go out for once...most of her time running, she hadn't done much for relaxing and having fun. She had been more worried about making sure that her family didn't find her and then dodging a few creatures here and there. The whole thing still frightened her at times. She was still new to the paranormal scene and when she saw things out of the ordinary, it usually nearly frightened her out of her skin. But she was slowly getting adjusted. Or at least she had been trying to.
Tonight, she wore a long dark grey silk skirt that hung down to her ankles, but was slitted up her left thigh. For once, she was being a little bold and not as conservative as she was taught to be. Her family had been fairly strict about teaching her how to be a lady, and how to become a good wife. That was all they cared about, was getting her hitched to a proper man that could take care of her. She had hated it, but lessons were drilled into her head and habits were hard to break.
With the skirt, she wore a simply spagetti strapped black top and dressy black heeled sandles graced her feet. Upon looking at her, she was tiny and almost doll like...her height only being 5'0 and her limps petite, making her look rather fragile. Pale blue grey eyes peeked through thick black lashes set against pale porcelin like flesh. Long onyx waves hung down well past her waist and when she curled up , her hair could almost hide her small frame, as it was as thick as it was long.
She had found herself wandering this night and had come upon the slightly crowded bar, music thrumming with bass from within it, sending out the beat into the night air. She was only eighteen, and she tended to look far younger, so when she pulled out her ID for the man in the front, he frowned at her, as if unsure as to weither or not to believe her. BUt the ID was proof, so he let her by.
She let her eyes wander over the crowds and soon, the throbbing mass of bodies were shoving her about, almost making her lose her footing. She struggled to stay standing, to keep her balance and she finally made her way to the bar, her hands reaching out to steady herself against the counter top. Her small frame had more than one disadvantage and sometimes she despised it. She climbed up unto the barstool, her legs swinging gently above the floor as she stared intently at the bartender, waiting patiently until they came over to her. When they finally did, it took her a few tries to tell them that she wanted a coke, for she was rather soft spoken and the club was rather loud. Finally, they got the order and slide it to her. She pulled out a few bills and slid it to the bartender, adding in a couple of bucks for the trouble they had had just trying to hear her order. Slender fingers pulled the coke to her and she leaned in, hair shifting forward around her pale face as she took in the cool liquid, thankful for the carbonation, because it helped to settle her stomach, which was in knots. She wasn't used to crowds and she started to wonder if coming in here was such a good idea.
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