Nov 11 07:22:34 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 11 08:48:10 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 11 09:01:59 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 11 09:04:17 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 11 09:46:36 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 11 12:11:25 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 11 12:36:29 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 11 16:04:32 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 11 16:22:37 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 11 16:44:52 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 11 19:03:53 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 11 19:29:10 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 05:31:35 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 05:47:49 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 05:50:14 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 05:51:25 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 12 05:58:10 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 06:05:10 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 06:12:03 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 07:16:15 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 08:32:09 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 10:00:39 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 10:26:38 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 12:49:24 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 13:04:45 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 13:05:05 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 12 14:01:22 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 14:04:19 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 12 14:07:51 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 14:24:21 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 14:59:29 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 16:01:24 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 18:24:46 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 12 18:45:28 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 12 18:50:22 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 12 19:00:22 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 13 05:56:40 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 13 05:59:10 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 13 06:09:50 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 13 06:13:38 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 13 06:14:43 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 13 06:16:37 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 13 06:33:56 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 13 06:49:22 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 13 06:57:11 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 13 07:00:03 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 13 19:14:47 :: (GC) Shutdown by Donnie.
Nov 14 09:35:15 :: (GC) Reboot by Donnie.
Nov 15 13:39:28 :: (GC) Velma sent Donnie: 1251
Nov 15 14:09:23 :: (GC) Velma sent Donnie: If you ever decide to get silly and do a kidnap thing I will volunteer.
Nov 16 08:00:58 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 16 08:05:07 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 16 18:38:10 :: (GC) Faristil forced Velma to worship far
Nov 16 20:22:17 :: (GC) Faristil reset zone 4 (The Immortal Zone)
Nov 17 06:25:53 :: (GC) Velma echoed: Hello
Nov 17 06:25:59 :: (GC) Velma gechoed: Hello
Nov 17 06:46:06 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 17 07:07:12 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 17 09:58:13 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 17 10:41:37 :: (GC) Velma sent Faristil: Oh this is just rich.  I am so upset.  Kidnapped, knight in shinning armor etc
Nov 17 12:14:28 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to save
Nov 17 12:19:49 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to e
Nov 17 12:22:48 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to e
Nov 17 12:22:54 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to e
Nov 17 12:22:56 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to w
Nov 17 12:22:58 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to n
Nov 17 12:31:09 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to save
Nov 17 12:54:12 :: (GC) Velma sent Velma: Hi
Nov 17 12:56:27 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 17 13:01:22 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 13:05:29 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 17 13:08:33 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 13:25:38 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 17:04:17 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 18:04:25 :: (GC) Velma sent Tark: for a person talking to a st who is as crazy as me you are rather mean.
Nov 17 18:05:08 :: (GC) Velma sent Tark: You would give me a cookie?
Nov 17 18:05:48 :: (GC) Velma sent Tark: Feel free to explain to Farillik how your character sheet got some messed up.
Nov 17 18:22:42 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 18:58:14 :: (GC) Velma snoops Kenneth
Nov 17 19:00:16 :: (GC) Velma stops snooping
Nov 17 19:11:36 :: (GC) Velma sent Kenneth: Sadie is the head st incharge of vampires.
Nov 17 19:22:30 :: (GC) Velma snoops Kenneth
Nov 17 19:38:32 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 19:40:33 :: (GC) Velma snoops Kenneth
Nov 17 19:44:59 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 19:45:40 :: (GC) Velma snoops Kenneth
Nov 17 19:49:34 :: (GC) Velma sent Tark: barely watching Kenneth get classed so I can get the idea
Nov 17 20:30:34 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kenneth to save
Nov 17 20:41:26 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 20:41:46 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 20:44:55 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kenneth to save
Nov 17 20:45:04 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 20:45:37 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kenneth to save
Nov 17 21:13:48 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 17 21:55:41 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 18 07:19:54 :: (GC) Faristil sent Velma: A young man approaches you and askes "Excuse me sir?" 
Nov 18 07:22:51 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: test 10000
Nov 18 07:29:41 :: (GC) Shutdown by Faristil.
Nov 18 07:49:46 :: (GC) Velma sent Faristil: A half naked woman approaches from the direction of the Temple of Forbidden Pleasures.  She offers you a smile and a small wave.  She turns and starts to move back to the Temple of Forbidden Pleasures.  Stopping just short of the exit she says, "Oh do come with me and forget this silly coding."
Nov 18 07:52:15 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 18 07:57:00 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 18 08:16:25 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kenneth to ooc test
Nov 18 08:16:43 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kenneth to save
Nov 18 08:30:41 :: (GC) Velma sent Kenneth: He does not seem to be here how strange
Nov 18 08:36:49 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kenneth to save
Nov 18 08:36:53 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 18 09:03:42 :: (GC) Velma forced Kenneth to role
Nov 18 09:03:48 :: (GC) Velma forced Kenneth to role
Nov 18 09:57:40 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to save
Nov 18 10:41:08 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 18 10:48:36 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: test
Nov 18 10:50:13 :: (GC) Faristil rposed: ...
Nov 18 10:50:38 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Your mom says you suck
Nov 18 10:51:46 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Shadows rise from the ground, becoming animated in the form of menacing tendrils of pure darkness which wrap their cold embrace around Robert, crushing the life out of his helpless form as Kenneth revs the engine of his black chevy nova, plowing straight through Robert's suspended body with the vehicle.
Nov 18 11:10:04 :: (GC) Velma snoops Kenneth
Nov 18 11:15:10 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Among the many parked vehicles of West Colorado street, there sits a black, 1970 chevy nova. A hispanic man sits behind the medium tent of the car, surveying the road alertly through darkened sunglasses. The door opens after he gives the street a long look, and he steps out onto the sidewalk. He closes the door gently, before turning to walk down the street.
Nov 18 11:15:32 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 18 11:17:47 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 18 11:18:42 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 18 11:26:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: The hispanic man walks along slowly, his left hand slid into the pocket of his trenchcoat, while his right dangle idly at his side. His flowing black hair is pushed about his tanned by the soft breeze, and the sunglasses pushed over his eyes give him a dark shady look. He reaches up, adjusting his black tie silently before standing near an alleyway, paying careful attention to any pedestrians on the street.
Nov 18 11:29:14 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Copping a squat the punk esque man starts getting to work on the motorcycle, pulling out his wratchet, the soft sound of his work taking place can be heard. At the same time he fetches a pack of smokes out of his back pocket and he sparks up a camel light with his freehand.
Nov 18 11:34:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: The hispanic man shifts his weight slightly, watching the man work on his motorcycle. He reaches up, pushing a few strands of hair from his face, and he takes the sunglasses off and folds them up, before slipping them into his pocket. "Sure the open street is the safest place to take care of your bike?" The dark man asks in a soft, spanish-accented voice.
Nov 18 11:56:49 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kostya to follow far
Nov 18 12:01:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: A scoff escapes the hispanic man's lips, and he replies without looking back at the biker. "I can handle myself." His tone is reserved, yet holds a certain weight to it. He casts a cursory glance over the biker as his eyes make their way towards him. A dark eyebrow raises on his tanned forehead as he inquires in a bemused voice. "Why? Buddies of yours planning to jump out and strip me naked?"
Nov 18 12:12:05 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 18 12:12:18 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 18 12:12:21 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 18 12:13:17 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: A scoff escapes the hispanic man's lips, and he replies without looking back at the biker. "I can handle myself." His tone is reserved, yet holds a certain weight to it. He casts a cursory glance over the biker as his eyes make their way towards him. A dark eyebrow raises on his tanned forehead as he inquires in a bemused voice. "Why? Buddies of yours planning to jump out and strip me naked?"
Nov 18 12:14:00 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Robert laughs abit as he adjusts his beanie, turning to look at the other man, "I look like I'm rollin with a crew? Shit mother fucker, I got a zoot suit back at the pad. If I wanted to walk around lookin like a pimp, best believe I would."
Nov 18 12:14:43 :: (GC) Faristil rposed: test
Nov 18 12:15:26 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: A scoff escapes the hispanic man's lips, and he replies without looking back at the biker. "I can handle myself." His tone is reserved, yet holds a certain weight to it. He casts a cursory glance over the biker as his eyes make their way towards him. A dark eyebrow raises on his tanned forehead as he inquires in a bemused voice. "Why? Buddies of yours planning to jump out and strip me naked?"
Nov 18 12:16:56 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to pose Test
Nov 18 12:24:54 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Robert laughs abit as he adjusts his beanie, turning to look at the other man, "I look like I'm rollin with a crew? Shit mother fucker, I got a zoot suit back at the pad. If I wanted to walk around lookin like a pimp, best believe I would."
Nov 18 12:26:33 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A scent of burning can be smelt around this area.
Nov 18 12:27:43 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Slipping the toolkit away the attractive young man, the young man looks about, sniffing the air quietly, shaking his head, "Fucking gas lines.." Taking another drag on his cigarette he holds it in for a long while.
Nov 18 12:34:29 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to test
Nov 18 12:34:43 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to quit
Nov 18 12:35:23 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 18 12:36:26 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to osay test
Nov 18 12:41:24 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Testing....
Nov 18 12:43:35 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A faint buzz can be heard in the distance, from the east, it grows louder every few seconds.
Nov 18 12:43:40 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 18 12:44:54 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 18 12:45:58 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 18 12:49:56 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 18 12:53:18 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 18 12:56:33 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 18 12:56:35 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 18 12:56:41 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 18 12:59:34 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 18 13:00:30 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The faint sound of buzzing can be heard, it seems to get louder every few seconds...
Nov 18 13:01:29 :: (GC) Velma forced Robert to punch Faristil
Nov 18 13:05:41 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: You immediately realize that the sound is approaching your from above now.
Nov 18 13:11:25 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 18 13:44:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A large blast of heat rains down on you, as a swarm of insects combusts from your rag, raining fire down upon you. This causes slight burns to your clothing and face, singeing all facial hair and the tips of your own hair.  Thousand's of insects lay smoking and stinking by your feet now, as the foul smell takes place.
Nov 18 13:45:42 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Several Cars stop to look, and several bystanders nearby run away, some pulling out cell phones.
Nov 18 13:51:25 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: You take your time and feel better, as your magick does its work.  Your minor burns fade.  Sirens can be heard in the distance approaching your location.  A man runs up to you, stepping over the insects and asks as much as possible asking, "Are you ok man?"
Nov 18 13:55:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Upon closer examination, these are killer bees.  It is very fortunate that they didn't get to you.  They could've caused serious damage.  The man looks them over as well, scratching his head.  A few more bystanders approach and begin to look over the insects.  Police car sirens can now be seen coming down the street.
Nov 18 14:00:39 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A police car rolls up as a man steps out and begins immediately asking around about what just happened.  A few people go up to him and explain the swarm of bees exploding, but no one seems to mention you, the police don't seem interested in you either.
Nov 18 14:07:37 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Your casting gives some results, as you see some flashes, from what you could decipher, you saw a clean, well kept bedroom, a window, and yourself from an above perspective.
Nov 18 14:23:26 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: You see flashes of the room which the bees seem to have originated, it is within a hotel, you can clearly distinguish this now.
Nov 18 15:02:03 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: his black nova cutting through traffic and winding into free lanes.
Nov 18 15:21:23 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Pulling up to a stop about a block away from the Wilshire Grand Hotel. The helmet is removed and set on his handlebars, the music still playing as the street punk stares across the way at the building. Pulling out a cigarette, he cups it in his hand, though no lighter is evident it comes away lit and cherried/
Nov 18 15:21:26 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Pulling up to a stop about a block away from the Wilshire Grand Hotel. The helmet is removed and set on his handlebars, the music still playing as the street punk stares across the way at the building. Pulling out a cigarette, he cups it in his hand, though no lighter is evident it comes away lit and cherried.
Nov 18 15:39:47 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Lashing the chaps into place, they quickly become black leather pants, A moment later he pulls out two leather bracers, that guard his wrists yet leave his fingers free. Then grabbing a pistol he lashes it to the outside of his hip. Throwing on the trenchcoat coat, he grabs a silver chain from the saddle bag and starts walking towards the hotel proper. Removing his beanie he slips it into his pocket, murmuring softly, "We kiss.. the stars... we writhe.. we are.."
Nov 18 15:44:36 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: The driver side door opens, and Kenneth steps out. He moves to his trunk, popping it open. He looks in, frowning, before shaking his head and turning, slamming the trunk without getting anything out. The light breeze plays with his long dark bangs, rolling them over his sunglasses and his tan face. In his right hand is a long leather sheath, with a black handle sticking out of it. He follows the punk-esque man into the hotel, reaching up to take the sunglasses from his face and slide them into his pocket.
Nov 18 15:55:51 :: (GC) Siol snoops Robert
Nov 18 15:56:32 :: (GC) Robert rposed: The figure of the street punk, shimmers for a moment from sight before becoming visible again. A smirk falling upon his face as he draws ever closer to his target. The spinning chain astops and wraps about his hand as he moves towards the outer stairwell and begins to ascend. The cigarette tossed away he looks out over the rooms.
Nov 18 16:03:04 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 18 16:05:52 :: (GC) Siol stops snooping
Nov 18 16:14:11 :: (GC) Faristil sent Kostya: One of your men come up to you and tell you a strange man has asked to meet with you.
Nov 18 16:15:21 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Pursing his lips Kostya nods softly beckoning to the VIP lounge.
Nov 18 16:15:50 :: (GC) Siol snoops Robert
Nov 18 16:16:52 :: (GC) Faristil sent Kostya: Your man leads you to him in the VIP Room.
Nov 18 16:17:44 :: (GC) Siol stops snooping
Nov 18 16:18:48 :: (GC) Faristil sent Kostya: He motions to a table, where a pale looking man sits, wearing a pair of Aviators, he is in his 40s, and dressed in a black suit.  He smiles upon your arrival.
Nov 18 16:20:50 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Taking his time Kostya peruses the other patrons of the VIP gesturing to his man with a dismissive gesture as he makes his way towards the table with a practice smile. "Welcome" he murmurs as he takes a seat beside the gentleman.
Nov 18 16:22:39 :: (GC) Faristil sent Kostya: He smiles and leans back.  "Hello sir."  He chuckles.  "I will get right to the point.  I heard about your vast......contributions.... to this community, and would like to make an offer to you."  He states, crossing his legs.
Nov 18 16:30:45 :: (GC) Faristil sent Kostya: The man smirks and nods.  "My name isn't important, It's better for both of us if you don't know it."  He looks you over.  "I need your warehouse, well part of it, for my own personal use."  He grins.
Nov 18 16:34:08 :: (GC) Siol snoops Robert
Nov 18 16:34:27 :: (GC) Siol stops snooping
Nov 18 16:37:53 :: (GC) Faristil sent Kostya: He stretches and uncrosses his legs.  "Just storing some personal items, doing personal work... I value privacy."  He pulls our a suitcase, handing it over to you.  This should handle any fees.  (Inside are a set of micro-missles, small high-tech military devices which fire from a hand launcher).
Nov 18 16:45:54 :: (GC) Faristil sent Kostya: The man nods and smiles.  "A few weeks, tops."  He grins as he stands, leaving the case.  "I do trust this will remain secret?"  He askes quietly.
Nov 18 16:51:04 :: (GC) Faristil sent Kostya: The man nods with a grin and walks out.
Nov 18 17:05:32 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Nov 18 17:10:53 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Nov 18 17:25:43 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Nov 18 17:55:30 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 18 17:56:47 :: (GC) Velma stops snooping
Nov 18 18:05:48 :: (GC) Siol echoed: testing
Nov 18 18:05:55 :: (GC) Siol echoed: HA!
Nov 18 18:59:29 :: (GC) Faristil reset zone 1 (Los Angeles)
Nov 18 19:18:44 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A storm of energy rumbles through the sky of Los Angeles.
Nov 18 19:23:42 :: (GC) Siol sent Siol: Hi.
Nov 18 19:37:18 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The sounds of a bowl of Rice Krispies drowning can be heard. "Fatality."
Nov 18 20:25:30 :: (GC) Faristil reset zone 1 (Los Angeles)
Nov 19 10:43:36 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Any shooting of cops will be rewarded with apple pie.
Nov 19 10:45:09 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Said apple pie will be laced with grenades, but alas.
Nov 19 10:54:42 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A giant fart echoes throughout Los Angeles.
Nov 19 11:27:39 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 19 11:27:45 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 19 11:29:36 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 19 11:34:04 :: (GC) Faristil forced Carl to look
Nov 19 11:54:20 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 19 11:57:21 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 19 12:00:37 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 19 12:02:58 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 19 12:03:08 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 19 12:06:16 :: (GC) Velma forced Robert to look
Nov 19 12:21:50 :: (GC) James rposed: few schools in the area, the industry is quite ripe for being marketed to. Yeah. Well, call me when the shipment is sent off. Good night." Click. A heavy sigh follows the hang up of the call, and the man briefly pauses, taking a moment to absorb the scene before him.
Nov 19 12:23:14 :: (GC) Velma sent James: A woman with red hair reaching down to her shoulders walks in from Wilshire.  Her jeaned legs above a pair of sneakers carries her easily.  A simple T-shirt reading 'Love is not dead!'  is worn to cover her chest.  She walks with a sway in her step and a smile on her face.  A simple handbag she carries over her shoulder.
Nov 19 12:23:24 :: (GC) Velma sent Robert: A woman with red hair reaching down to her shoulders walks in from Wilshire.  Her jeaned legs above a pair of sneakers carries her easily.  A simple T-shirt reading 'Love is not dead!'  is worn to cover her chest.  She walks with a sway in her step and a smile on her face.  A simple handbag she carries over her shoulder.
Nov 19 12:24:59 :: (GC) Velma stops snooping
Nov 19 12:25:19 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 19 12:27:17 :: (GC) Robert rposed: The sound of a wratchet at work can be heard as the young golden haired man works on the motorcycle, lit cigarette between his lips. Apparently quite knowing when it comes to what he's doing  or at least confident as he tights the last of the nuts and pulls out pair of pliers and a small screw driver, chasing the wiriring, and ocassionally tightening a screw.
Nov 19 12:32:06 :: (GC) James rposed: Taking a few steps back to press his back against a lamp post, the black-clad man closes his pale blue eyes and seems to bask in the discord of tires and engines and voices, his shadow stretching long over the curb. After the cellphone is put away, his hands remain tucked into the pockets of his coat, eyes only briefly reopening to look over the scene. Each person is regarded with a sharp gaze, before his eyes move on, and he starts to whistle a tune that sounds rather like a Civil War song.
Nov 19 12:35:07 :: (GC) Velma echoed: The red haired woman continues to walk glancing around at those there.  A small smile plays across her lips as she glances at the black-clad man with the pale blue eyes.  A giggle passes her lips as she says, "That is kind of catchy.  But it will not make the top ten."  Another giggle as she glances around again.
Nov 19 12:43:01 :: (GC) James rposed: "Truly." The tune is interrupted for the single word, and those pale blue eyes open up again and briefly flick towards the motorcycle on the side of the road. "Is that more like what best sellers are like, these days?" He off-handedly inquires of the red-head, arms slipping out of his pockets and coming to a loose fold across his chest. One slim brow arches in time with this question.
Nov 19 12:46:56 :: (GC) Velma echoed: The woman glances over to the motorcycle as the music comes on then back to the man with the strange tune.  "Well like dude, buy a clue!" Shaking her head as she starts to move away. "Like totally amazing.  This scene is dead, I am gone."
Nov 19 12:52:02 :: (GC) Velma forced Robert to punch Faristil
Nov 19 12:58:11 :: (GC) James rposed: "The truth, no?" Taking a few steps away from the lamp post, James' lips quirk upwards at the passing woman's commentary, and he watches the motorcyclist for just a few moments further. "Strange place to do a tune-up," he comments over the music, looking up and down the passing cars with his lips pressed together before his gaze moves back to Robert. "Is it some weird ambience thing, or are you just oblivious?" Shaking his head, the man turns to take another step down the sidewalk after his commenta
Nov 19 12:59:11 :: (GC) James rposed: commentary is finished, clearly rhetorical.
Nov 19 13:03:02 :: (GC) Velma echoed: The woman as she starts to move away her heel snaps.  She utters some curse as she nearly falls, catching herself on her hands.  Pushing back to a standing positon though a bit wobbly she slowly makes her way limping as she goes off out of sight.
Nov 19 13:07:08 :: (GC) Velma stops snooping
Nov 19 13:16:19 :: (GC) James rposed: "Honestly, I don't give a rat's ass about your business. Just thought someone needed to be pointing out how remarkably funny you look repairing your bike in the middle of a busy intersection. I'll be on my way, so you can blast your music." The blue-eyed man begins to whistle 'When Johnny Comes Marching Home' again, looking over the roadside mechanic for just a few moments as he speaks before shaking his head and starting to make his way down the sidewalk.
Nov 19 13:31:29 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The sharp sound of metal rupturing rings out on the corner of the street, the side of nearby fire hydrant erupting. A massive spray of water slams into the chest of James as the hydrant is forced to relieve pressure or explode.
Nov 19 13:40:31 :: (GC) James rposed: The gout of water smashes into James' chest and flings him off of his feet, knocking him several feet backwards before he crashes against the sidewalk, head cracking rather loudly. When he gets up, a few rivulets of blood dribble over his face and mingle with the water from the hydrant, scrapes apparent on his face from where it collided with the cement. Slowly and stiffly he gets up to his feet, rubbing the wounds on his forehead and smearing blood all over his palm as he does so. "#rFuck#n," he mu
Nov 19 13:42:04 :: (GC) James rposed: "@rFuck,@D" he mutters as he rises up to his feet, regarding the hydrant with anger clearly evident in his expression.
Nov 19 13:47:48 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 19 13:48:03 :: (GC) James rposed: @DThere is a long pause as James brushes water, rather futilely, off of his clothes. "@rDo I look all right, you insolent fuck?@D" His bloodied hands leave stains on the black, water-sodden clothes, trails of dark, diluted red. His teeth grit and he clearly attempts to keep his anger in check, turning away to begin walking towards the broken fire hydrant as soon as he has finished collecting himself, flipping the motorcyclist off over his shoulder as he does. He kicks the hydrant's remnants with one
Nov 19 13:49:31 :: (GC) James rposed: @Dboot, turning to move down the street.
Nov 19 13:55:59 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A voice whispers on the wind: @RCherry Pie.
Nov 19 14:14:07 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 19 14:14:23 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 19 14:15:08 :: (GC) Faristil forced James to look
Nov 19 14:37:56 :: (GC) Faristil forced Darius to save
Nov 19 14:43:42 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A car begins slowly driving down the street, music blaring from the speakers of the El Dorado. The hydraulics cause the front of the car to bounce up and down, and the vehicle stops next to the man in the formal attire. {R"Wassup homes? You in the wrong part of town I think."
Nov 19 15:54:34 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 19 16:09:21 :: (GC) Velma stops snooping
Nov 19 16:13:51 :: (GC) Velma snoops Robert
Nov 19 16:45:11 :: (GC) Velma stops snooping
Nov 19 17:00:26 :: (GC) Velma forced Marie to follow velma
Nov 19 17:13:25 :: (GC) Velma snoops Marie
Nov 19 17:15:05 :: (GC) Velma stops snooping
Nov 19 17:19:06 :: (GC) James rposed: @DA soft drizzle slickens the asphalt at the front of the truck stop, and causes the few who stand about the pumps to huddle beneath the meager covering offered by cars and gas pumps. A few plastic chairs sit around a pair of metal tables, upon which sit several empty cups and pieces of plastic. A motorcycle rests off to the side, away from the pumps, and its driver sits only a few feet away. James occupies one of the plastic chairs, booted feet propped up on the table. His helmet forms the centerpi
Nov 19 17:19:20 :: (GC) James rposed: @Dcenterpiece of the furniture arrangement, a solid black hub upon the metal. His fingers are knit behind his head and he watches passing cars, seeming to be waiting for something.
Nov 19 17:22:38 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: A blanket of clouds blocks the moonlight from illuminated the city, and the artificial lights from the truck stop reign supreme. A pair of headlights cuts through the black night and the slightly dimmer light of the truck stop, and the sound of a revving, powerful engine is heard. A black 1970's Chevy Nova appears, its front rising for a moment as it moves up to the stop, before its tires screech and it pulls in, stopping beside the numerous unleaded gas tanks. The driver side door pops open, and a 
Nov 19 17:23:43 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: and a tall hispanic man dressed in black and white business suit steps out, an air of importance about him. He walks towards the pumps, straightening his tie. The warm breeze blows his long black trenchcoat around his muscular form, and he grabs the nozzle from the pump and sticks it into his gas tank silently. He turns, sliding a credit card into a slot before punching a few buttons and waiting patiently. Kenneth glances around, before noticing the scarred fellow sitting at the chairs. He approache
Nov 19 17:23:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: He approaches the man, reaching up to take the sunglasses from over his dark eyes.
Nov 19 17:37:56 :: (GC) James rposed: @DCold blue eyes watch the approach of the Chevy Nova without blinking, and at first it and its driver are only given a brief glance before that gaze moves on. The auburn-haired man shifts slightly, palms lifting from their position pressed against the back of his neck, and there is a soft thump with a metallic edge as he presses his hands against the table before him. Fingers splay against the tabletop, and the small puddle of water that's accumulated there sloshes about, spilling over the edges. "
Nov 19 17:38:10 :: (GC) James rposed: "@rGood evening, Kenneth,@D" James offers with an acknowledging nod of the head, briefly glancing towards the Chevvy and then towards the sky. His tone is neutral, if polite, and while he doesn't seem particularly pleased to see the man, nor is there any hostility in his demeanor. "@rNeed some juice for the ride, huh?@D" Head tilting slightly to the side, James offers a smile with a few too many teeth, "@rI hope the evening is treating you well.@D"
Nov 19 17:40:30 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A sleek black vehicle pulls up and stops about 30 feet from the Nova.  It remains on and stopped, lights shining into the back of the Nova.  
Nov 19 17:49:42 :: (GC) James rposed: @DPushing himself up in the chair where he is seated at, James' head tilts slightly to the side and he rubs a hand across his features, before getting up completely to his feet. "@rAll right.@D" he responds to Kenneth, watching the man's progression back to his car. He takes a moment to look over the area entirely, closing his eyes for the space of several heartbeats before he opens them again and continues to watch.
Nov 19 17:52:17 :: (GC) Robert rposed: The dull roar of a recumbant motorcycle can be heard as a black and red cycle pulls into the truck stop. An urban youth with platinum blue grey hair, and a beanie riding it, headphones in one ear connected to the dashboard stereo.
Nov 19 17:55:29 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Everyone here notices a small red dot focused in on the back window of the Chevy Nova.
Nov 19 18:01:12 :: (GC) James rposed: "@rYeah, I hear you.@w" Taking a few steps up and around the black Chevy Nova, James carefully eyes the gas pumps before glancing backwards towards the building. "@rYou might want to go inside,@w" he suggests rather casually to the hispanic, suit-wearing man, taking a few steps back and sweeping his gaze over the scene. "@rThis doesn't look like it's going to stay very pleasant for very long.@w"
Nov 19 18:06:09 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The car quickly begins to reverse 30 yards or so before you all notice the red dot shift over to the nearby gas pumps.
Nov 19 18:17:04 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Concentration breaks out over the hispanic man's face, and his features become cold, if not a tad irritated as he steps towards the vehicle pointing the red dot. He approaches quickly, dark eyes narrowing further with each step.
Nov 19 18:19:54 :: (GC) James rposed: Reaching into the pocket of the heavy, knee-length coat he wears, James keeps his hand there for just a few moments, and quickly skirts away from the gas pumps, rapidly walking away from them and keeping his eyes on the vehicle. His head tilts slightly to the side as he keeps an eye upon it, but steps to put as much distance between himself and the pumps as possible without breaking into a jog.
Nov 19 18:23:55 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A loud masculin scream can be heard from the vehicle as Kenneth draws near, "Fucking Bastard! Let me go!"  Can be heard before it turns into weak attempts at speech.
Nov 19 18:37:20 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 19 18:43:16 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 19 18:57:31 :: (GC) Squelch ON for Svetlana by Faristil.
Nov 19 19:01:48 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 19 19:12:49 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Robert, feeling like living, keeps his distance and steers clear of the situation.  However, Kenneth, sensing danger, slams on reverse veering back to the side of the truck stop.  A large transport truck turns on and begins to accelerate as well, with a scruffy looking man on top of the trailer holding a firearm.  It begins to accelerate towards the car in retreat, veering to that direction.  The man on top firing in that direction, but not hitting anything. James pulls his revolver out and stands re
Nov 19 19:12:58 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: James pulls his revolver out and stands re
Nov 19 19:13:11 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: James pull
Nov 19 19:13:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: James pulls our his revolver, standing ready.
Nov 19 19:25:40 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The truck seems to begin to slow down and screaming can be heard coming from it. It then comes to a sudden halt. James fires a quick and lethal shot to the chest of the gunman on top of truck, as he was struggling to keep his balance from the shift of speed from the truck, he is thrown off the truck like a ragdoll, landing hard on the pavement.  Robert meanwhile, seems to have vanished from the scene, along with his bike.
Nov 19 19:29:11 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: James blurs by and scoops up the fallen man's shotgun.  He appears to be barely moving, but alive.
Nov 19 19:36:22 :: (GC) James rposed: Pulling the door of the truck open, James looks into the ash-covered seats before slamming it shut and shaking his head. He slides the Colt Anaconda back into his coat, checking the shotgun in his arms for damage before propping it up onto his shoulder and making his way towards the fallen man. The shotgun is, ironically, pointed at the bleeding fellow who had been its prior owner, but the auburn-haired man's eyes linger upon the vehicle which Kenneth had hijacked.
Nov 19 19:42:03 :: (GC) James rposed: "@rI'll follow you.@w" James nods to the motorcycle he came in on, moving back to the table he left his helmet on. The helmet is pulled on, and he makes his way to the motorcycle, starting it up.
Nov 19 19:55:38 :: (GC) James rposed: The motorcycle also pulls up near the car before James gets off, his helmet being pulled off and hooked and locked onto a side of the motorcycle before he slips the keys into a pocket of his coat and follows Kenneth and his chained pet-man up the route to the condo, keeping the shotgun partially concealed within the folds of his coat.
Nov 19 20:02:08 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: "If you don't answer truthfully I will torture you until you wish to burn in the fires of Hell themselves."
Nov 19 20:03:05 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The man shudders and puts his arm up to protect himself.  "Please!  If I tell you, will you let me go?"  He begs pathetically.
Nov 19 20:06:20 :: (GC) James rposed: "@rFirst, we'd have to be sure you're telling the truth, you scum.@w" James interjects as he shuts and locks the door behind him, taking a few steps towards the chained man and placing the shotgun against the side of his head. "@rGive me one reason why I shouldn't blow your brains out like we did with your two companions. I'll give you to the count of three. One...@w"
Nov 19 20:08:07 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: blurts out "It was the man in the dark suit! Please, believe me!  We don't know who he is, flies were around him... he told us to get rockets from Konstantin's warehouse... told us to kill some cammies...."  He babbles trying desperately to save his life.
Nov 19 20:10:06 :: (GC) James rposed: "@rRockets? Where were these rockets?@w" The shotgun barrel is pushed against the side of the prisoner's head. "@rAnd where is the warehouse?@n" James glances towards Kenneth briefly, expression grim.
Nov 19 20:11:28 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: He continues his babbling, in fear.  "The Gulag!  The club!  The backwarehouse!  Please don't shoot me!"  He begs.
Nov 19 20:16:05 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: He pauses momentarily.  "The warehouse has a lot of security.... we got let in by the man in black, he has a deal with Konstantin.."  He continues, begining to slow down his speech.  "I don't know anything about the man in black!  He gave us shit to blow you up, thats all!  He's not one of us!"  He then grabs your shoe, pleading once more.
Nov 19 20:18:28 :: (GC) James rposed: "@rSo why didn't you use that shit? And where is it now?@w" The shotgun is shoved roughly into the side of the man's head again, and James growls, "@rSomebody just tried to kill me, you fuck. I'm pretty pissed off. Let's see which one runs out first. My temper or your information. If your information runs out first, well.. Bang.@w"
Nov 19 20:26:03 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Kenneth's shadow itself comes alive, the outline of his legs becoming tangible arms of shadow, as well as his arms and head. Five tendrils of darkness instantly wrap around Robert, holding him firmly in place. Kenneth's dark eyes are still locked on the chained man, and he seems unperturbed by the appearance of Robert, but he slowly stands to his full height and turns his irritated face towards the sword-bearing fellow. "What the /fuck/ are you doing in my haven. Give me one reason not to slice your
Nov 19 20:26:58 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: "@rGive me one reason not to slice your fucking scalp off.@D" His machete is placed to the temple of Robert's head.
Nov 19 20:28:48 :: (GC) James rposed: The chained figure is almost instantly forgotten as the sword-bearing Robert appears, and James begins to growl deep in his throat. The shotgun is levelled at Robert as well, and he takes several steps back and away from the prisoner, though he keeps an eye on the man as well. "@rWhat is this shit?@w" he asks of Kenneth, looking between the two.
Nov 19 20:32:36 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The Sabbat sits there confused and in disarray.
Nov 19 20:33:59 :: (GC) Robert rposed: As the arms wrap around the urban youth hhe doesn't even need to move as electricity arcs from every nearby socket and electrical item. Fire erupts from his hands and the arcs of electricity and fire wrap about the man forming a barrier, instantly destroying the arms holding him. "Because I am out of your league vampire, and I didn't come here to fight you." The fire and electricty does not dissapate as it wraps about his form like a womb, bringing his blade up  and lightly pushing the machete away 
Nov 19 20:34:31 :: (GC) Robert rposed: He looks down at the chained vampire, "Answer my question. Now."
Nov 19 20:36:15 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The Sabbat begins to speak before stopping at the sight of what happened.
Nov 19 20:40:35 :: (GC) James rposed: Taking a step backwards, James raises up his shotgun and considers the being with the sword, teeth gritted. He seems to be calculating, but he doesn't say anything, eyes darting over the room.
Nov 19 20:47:34 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The man looks up.  "He..He's not Sabbat!  I don't know what bloodline he is..  But I do think he's a cainite."  He pauses looking up to the other man.
Nov 19 20:49:11 :: (GC) James rposed: Waiting and watching the scene, James' lips press together but he doesn't say anything.
Nov 19 20:52:49 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: He pauses and backs up as the man tries to take his blood.  "Who the hell are you anyway?!?"  He askes backing away further.
Nov 19 20:58:03 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic reaches out, grabbing the struggling man by the throat quite forcefully as he speaks through gritted teeth. "@rIs Konstantin and the club Sabbat?@D"
Nov 19 21:02:37 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The man looks between both men.  "Konstantin is a human."  He lets out pausing.  "And The Man, well.."  He says before his eyes grow large with fear and he screams, and momentarily after entering frenzy.  Taking a swing at Robert, but tripping and falling down on the floor screaming in anger.
Nov 19 21:22:01 :: (GC) James rposed: Wrinkling his nose in the direction of the Sabbat, James shakes his head with a curled upper lip, and lowers his shotgun. "@rNo thanks. I'm a bit pickier than that. Go ahead.@w"
Nov 19 21:29:11 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suited hispanic man raises his foot, before slamming it down upon the frenzied vampire's skull and crushing it to nothing. As the ash flutters about his floor, he sighs, dusting off his hands and sheathing his machete. He looks to the mage, narrowing his eyes. "@rOut. Now.@D"
Nov 19 21:35:32 :: (GC) James rposed: Shaking his head slightly, James keeps the shotgun lowered, and with ashes drifting down through the air, he turns his eyes towards Robert, and simply watches.
Nov 19 21:39:07 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods his head to Robert, seeming to find this answer agreeable. "@rGood.@D" He glances back to James, saying "@rWe should tackle the Gulag tomorrow, see what we can find out from this Konstantin.@D" He slips the rocket-pistol away, making sure to click on the safety. (if there even is one)
Nov 19 21:42:07 :: (GC) James rposed: "@rI have a few ideas.@w" James watches Robert go, raising a hand up to dust ashes off of himself absently as he does so. "@rI wish to return to my haven and sleep, however. I shall call you tommorow.@w"
Nov 20 02:27:43 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Nov 20 02:29:01 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Nov 20 02:29:39 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Nov 20 09:00:44 :: (GC) Faristil forced Thomas to save
Nov 20 10:18:26 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The smell of cookies wafts through the air.
Nov 20 10:56:23 :: (GC) Siol echoed: It will be fixed momentarily.
Nov 20 10:57:55 :: (GC) Siol forced Thomas to save
Nov 20 10:58:39 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The Great Gods have spoken, and ganked Thomas' xp.
Nov 20 10:59:18 :: (GC) Siol forced Thomas to save
Nov 20 10:59:33 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The Great Gods have belched back up Thomas' xp.
Nov 23 11:59:49 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 23 13:58:00 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The loud scream of a protesting motorcycle can be heard long before a black Suzuki and its equally black clad rider come into view. As they come up to the truckstop, the rider pulls hard to the side and nearly lays the bike out as she slides it into a parking position. The rider climbs off the bike after kicking the stand up and saunters into the truckstop, pulling off her helmet and quickly replacing it with a pair of mirrored shades.
Nov 23 14:12:00 :: (GC) Coco rposed: @DThe young woman pulls a small wad of cash from her front pants pocket and tosses it to the table. Though it isn't much by today's standards, it totals about $$100 in small bills. "@rI said I go' cash, what's you problem, dude?@D" She sets her jaw and glances toward the other bikers, adjusting the mirrored frames a little before glancing back to the man speaking. "@r'Sides, t'ought another Nawleaner wouldn' min' de company. Since we ain't Hollywood, eh homes?@D"
Nov 23 14:19:14 :: (GC) Coco rposed: @DThe young woman grins as he mentions the names, "@rGuilly? He got another name?@D" she grabs her cash and pulls out a few bills, laying them on the table and putting the rest back into her pocket. "@rI know lotsa peeps from Nola. Lots n' lots, been there fo' years n' years.@D" She quiets after her last statement, preferring to watch the cards being dealt than  venture any further.
Nov 23 14:31:17 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The young woman turns toward her bike and gives a lopsided grin, "@rWanna know? It's a hella lot fuckin' faster than skateboardin' down the ol' I-10.@D" She turns back and leans back in her chair, "@rSo you stuck with a dude named Fred an' Guilly? Probly not in the same biz as me then.@D" She stands and kicks her chair out from underneath her, catching it deftly with one hand and placing it back at the table. "@rGood to see mo' ya, eh? Name's Coco anyway... mos' people jus' call me Coke.@D" With tha
Nov 23 16:20:04 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Standing upon the upper tier wearing a pair of black slacks and a simple white dress-shirt the large dark-haired russian sips from a large glass of vodka, a smoldering cigar in his other hand, elbows resting upon the railing overlooking the lower tier of the dance floor.
Nov 23 16:25:34 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The door swings open and a young woman, dressed in black leather, and her companion saunter through. "Y'know Meat... I'd fuckin' kill fo' a good bar that din't have naked chick sprawled all over it, y'know?" She makes her way to the bar and flags down the tender with one hand while adjusting her glasses with the other. "One o' dem sour t'ings... and put it on uh..." She looks around and spies a rather ugly looking man down the bar from them and points to him, "He's payin'."
Nov 23 16:30:43 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The pale young woman scans the bar and grabs her drink when it is brought to her. With it in hand, she makes her way to a nearly empty table and seats herself with the patrons already there. "Hey man, lookin' to score?" she purrs in greeting to the best looking one.
Nov 23 16:34:19 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: From his place upon the upper tier the large russian eyes the girl on the lower level, pressing a button on a garmin resting upon the railing in front of him as he murmurs something in russian into it. Moments later a frail man in a business suit makes his way to the girl's table where he coughs to catch her attention "Mr Sebastian would like you to join him if you would." 
Nov 23 16:43:02 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The frail gentleman leads the green-eyed girl to the tiered stares where he leaves her with a gesture towards Kostya before heading off to the back again.
Nov 23 16:50:21 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The young woman smirks and turns her head away, "Why you gonna offer me a job strippin' like that other guy?  Well I ain't interested in it, I got enough cash to last me a little while." She turns to look at him and gives him a wry grin, "Let's just say... Daddy's loaded."
Nov 23 17:03:57 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 23 17:05:05 :: (GC) Faristil forced Ran to look
Nov 23 17:10:29 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Glancing at the Russian, the young woman flashes a wry smile, with teeth. "Buddy, you ain't even on my radar for bad..." She turns toward the stairs and gives Meat an upturned nod, "Buddy over there needs to pow pow witcha Meat."
Nov 23 17:35:36 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Sneering the large russian shakes his head and gestures with a broad hand about the establishment "Do not be stupid. I am a businessman, but this... is... my houe." he then points out several burly security personel and bouncers about both the upper and lower level with a faint smile. "Now. Let us start over, before I am forced to introduce you to vorovskoy mir."
Nov 23 17:50:25 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Something beeps behind the russians back and the crackle of voices emitating from the garmin are muffled by the loud thumping of the russian music, currently an obnoxious techno track; " Mmm yet you are not secure enough to keep your bitch upon a leash. I am truely curious what you are after if not money" he says smugly.
Nov 23 18:02:31 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: As Kostya and Coco converse several burly security personel have converged upon the upper tier nearest to christian. "A woman with distinguished tastes then" he says bringing a hand up to caress the back of the hand which touches him "Maybe we let our friends get to know one another why I get you a drink in the back?" he says lowering his voice huskily "maybe girls for your friend" he says as an afterthought glancing past the pair to his own converging forces (3 success seduction)
Nov 23 18:06:28 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Coco's face takes on a star struck expression as the Russian man speaks to her, a small smile creeping across her lips. "Uh huh... sounds good..." she murmurs and then looks toward Christian, "Get a girl or somethin', I'ma be busy in the back." After giving her man the order, she turns to follow the Russian, reaching behind her, under her coat as she does so.
Nov 23 18:13:45 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Nov 23 18:14:09 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Leading the small figure of the girl through back weaving past the vip and up the hallway Kostya takes her into an odly prison-styled room where champaign has been prepared along with glasses next to an inordinately sized bed. A muscular blond man in a suit closing the door and securing it behind them , though odly he does not leave. "This is to your liking beautiful?" he says gesturing to the both stark yet lavish room.
Nov 23 18:16:56 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: All throughout LA, a sudden peal of thunder erupts from the cloudless sky, and for a brief few moments, the once sky blue atmosphere turns multicoloured.
Nov 23 18:37:23 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Standing close so he brushes against her rear Kostya says huskily "He can go, you should stay." ; he then snaps his fingers to 'Ivan' Who unlocks the door before exiting with a reluctant look over his shoulder, closing and securing the door behind himself as he exits (7 Success Seduction)
Nov 23 18:56:51 :: (GC) Coco rposed: From behind her glasses, Coco's eyes fly open wide as though she is finally realizing what is happening. "I.. I can't do this.. nuh uh... I got Meat out there." She tries to move out from under him, struggling weakly, "'Sides... I ain't your type, remember?"
Nov 23 19:01:12 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: His breathe hot against her ear as he whispers huskily , his lips caressing her earlobe "He will never know, you are very beautiful". ; While he says this he reaches with his free hand to take a key hanging around his neck out to unlock himself.
Nov 23 19:19:08 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: At first fumbling a little in an atempt to undress coco, kostya mmms deep in his throat returning her kiss passionately.
Nov 23 19:26:01 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Impassioned Kostya aparantly refuses to relinquish the sweet kiss as he forces himself upon coco holding her tightly, with an aparant upper hand on the situation.
Nov 23 19:47:27 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: A man sits in the corner, looking over the room quietly, taking note of those who enter, and those who leave. He seems to be relatively unnoticed, almost as if people don't even see him there. His eyes do go to a red-headed stripper often though, the one who had been on his right a few nights before.
Nov 23 19:54:45 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: A soft chuckle passes through the lips of the tall man with the shimmering eyes, and a head is shaken. "@mSuch little willpower. Though, I can't disagree with him." @WHe stands up and walks over to the red-head that he seems interested in, and slips a benjamin in her thong before wandering back to his corner, unnoticed.
Nov 23 20:01:50 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Without saying a word Kostya turns up the champaign glass draining its contents as he makes his way toward the doorway where he passes by coco with a sneering wink and a slap on the ass, handing the crystal to Ivan. As he goes around the corner he adjusts his manhood in his pants with a smug self satisfied look.
Nov 23 20:02:51 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Without saying a word Kostya turns up the champaign glass draining its contents as he makes his way toward the doorway where he passes by coco with a sneering wink and a slap on the ass, handing the crystal to Ivan. As he goes around the corner he adjusts his manhood in his pants with a smug self satisfied look.
Nov 23 20:04:23 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: As the tall man with black hair makes his way back to his booth, the red-head seems surprised a moment as she pulls the benjamin out of her thong, and she smiles over towards the back of the man. Walking over to him, she slips an arm around the small of his back, and follows him to his table. He begins to talk quietly with her, gesticulating every so often.
Nov 23 20:20:17 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The shimmering eyed man lets the red-head sit on his lap, and he smiles a bit to her. She giggles a bit and he talks a little, and after seeming a little apprehensive, she nods, and then he smiles, patting her on the ass. He hands her a drink, and she takes it, swallowing it down quickly and she smiles to the man.
Nov 23 20:30:12 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The stripper continues to sit in the man's lap for a bit, until she begins looking around a bit, seeming to be a bit out of it. She leans back against the man who's lap she occupies, and he grins a bit. She leans forward a bit over the table, and then her cheeks flush and she gasps a bit. The mans hands have disappeared under the table, but his face is completely neutral.
Nov 23 20:36:20 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: Next door is bumping as usual with waitresses and strippers walking around serving drinks.  The crowd is light and the music is mostly modern stuff.  Thomas walks over to Keriol and says loudly, "Welcome... back, right, sir?  You've been here before?"
Nov 23 20:39:53 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Creeping in slowly, and even a bit cautiously is Luke.  He sticks his head in for a few moments, observing the place, as if lost.  He finally decides to step in, trying to look casual, as he proceeds to sit down at a nearby table, watching the dancers.
Nov 23 20:44:55 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The stripper in the man's lap keeps breathing slowly and she moans softly a few times, the man's other hand below the table. "Yeah, a few times man. Nice place you got here. I like it." He gestures to the girl in his lap and he smiles. "Love the ladies too man. Perfect bodies, perfect smiles."
Nov 23 20:48:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe distinct roar of an engine is heard like the battle cry of a panther as black Chevy Nova cuts through the streets of Los Angeles, wheels spinning, its sleek body eating the roadways and spitting out exhaust like dust in the wind. The car begins to slow and pull over, before the engine is cut and the driver side door opens. An authoritative hispanic man steps out, a pair of sunglasses accenting his commanding features. His right hand slams the door behind him as his feet hit the pavement, and h
Nov 23 20:49:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Dand he straightens, trenchcoat draped about his suit-garbed form.@W
Nov 23 20:50:50 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: A lovely brunette woman with a t-shirt cut to reveal much side-boob stops Luke and says with a giggle, "Do you like want a drink?"  She bounces in anticipation, causing her left nipple to slip out a little bit.
Nov 23 20:51:22 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The stripper looks up and smiles to Thomas, and she nods. "Sorry...kinda got carried away." She smiles and stands up, leading the man with the shimmering eyes into a back room.
Nov 23 20:51:35 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The scream of a protesting engine is heard is over the rest of the traffic, long before a black Suzuki GXS-R 650 and its tiny rider come into view. As the rider spies the Chevy Nova edging closer to her she tries to avoid it and nearly collides into a passing semi. Brakes squeal and horns begin to honk loudly as she slides it underneath the semi's trailer and into the barracade to avoid being hit. "JESUS FUCK!!" she screams loudly, ripping the helmet off her head and throwing it into the traffic, "W
Nov 23 20:52:18 :: (GC) Coco rposed: "What the fuck man!!! I'm trying to drive here!!"
Nov 23 21:03:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man eyes the woman speaking spanish, bristling at the shadows flowing around her form, and the words that leave her mouth. He sighs, before climbing into his vehicle and driving off, the roar of the engine sounding down the street.@W
Nov 23 21:03:49 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: The stripper glances over at Keriol and says quickly in response to Luke, "Nah, ask the owner.  He knows everyone."  She smiles and winks and starts walking away from him quickly.
Nov 23 21:07:37 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe door to the strip club opens and a conservatively dressed hispanic man walks in, an air of command and authority around him. He straightens his tie and casts his dark, irritated gaze about the establishment, searching for the owner.@W
Nov 23 21:12:42 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's dark eyes fall upon the owner, and he instantly walks over to the man, offering Luke a curt, mutually respectful nod. His gaze once more turns to Thomas, and no polite quality or patience registers in his voice, only command. "@rEvening, Thomas. I'd like to speak with you, please. Alone. Unless Sir Luke would like to accompany us.@D" He straightens his black tie rather stiffly, before his hands fall to his sides and he eyes Thomas.
Nov 23 21:16:09 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: A few somewhat loud moans come out of the very dark corner, and a few strippers blush a tiny bit as they avoid the corner.
Nov 23 21:16:41 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Wearing a pair of rayban sunglasses a large dark-haired russian enters the small establishment acompanied by both a muscular blond man and a swarthy man of bulky proportions, all dressed in custom tailored suits.
Nov 23 21:24:24 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth follows Thomas in, hands sliding into the pockets of his trenchcoat. His irritated gaze locks onto Thomas' face, and he maintains his composure before speaking coldly. Before the words leave his lips he is seated in one of the chairs, staring fully at Thomas. "@rYou're kindred, you broke the masquerade. Give me a reason to allow your existence to continue, aside from in the form of ashes. This is not a joke, this is not up for review. If you give me lip, I will tear every tooth from your j
Nov 23 21:24:37 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rI will tear every tooth from your jaw, and mount your tongue on my bedroom wall.@D" 
Nov 23 21:26:08 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: "Oh god...oh god..." The woman moans in the corner loudly, almost screaming. She very nearly falls out of the dark corner, if it wasn't for the arms of the man with the shimmering eyes. Soon after, the corner goes quiet, except for a few muffled noises.
Nov 23 21:32:59 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe menacing hispanic man leans back in his chair, eyes still on Thomas as he replies to Luke. "@rHe leapt from the roof of his club, followed by a fireball, and ran off.@D" He sits forward in his chair and pents his fingers on Thomas' desk, an eyebrow rising on his forehead. "@rAnd you clearly don't respect the laws of the night. You will present a vial of your blood to the Prince, and you will give me information when I seek it, or the wrath of my administration will be called down upon you. I h
Nov 23 21:33:18 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rI have already contacted various members about your failing to remain subtle, so if you hunt me down and destroy my haven in the night, you won't be saved. Don't try to wiggle out.@D"
Nov 23 21:34:11 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man in the corner smirks a moment and he steps out of the corner a moment, a rather amused smirk on his face. After a few moments, the red-head follows him and leans over and whispers in his ear a moment. She begins to walk away and he slaps her ass lightly before stepping up to the bar, and he orders a drink.
Nov 23 21:39:13 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Looking down at the floor, his lip cringing.  "Calm down a bit Kenneth."  He looks over to Thomas.  "A man threw a fireball at you?"  A look of concern crosses his face.  "The fault is not entirely his then Kenneth."  He stands looking at him.  "This event must be investigated before judgement is passed."  He nods.
Nov 23 21:42:51 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man downs the drink and he chuckles a moment. He turns directly around and looks at Coco, almost as if he heard her without problem. "Well, some women give the idea that they rather enjoy spankings." He adjusts his short black hair and grins a bit ordering another drink.
Nov 23 21:44:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth seems to be of the same mind as the primogen, leaning back in his chair as he straightens his tie, the anger present in his face falling away, replaced by weariness. He sighs deeply, a look of regret entering his features. "@rIndeed. I apologize deeply, sir. Quite out of etiquette.@D" He glances around with exasperation, saying "@rUnfortunately this week has been rather harrowing. I was forced to destroy one of our rather important members.@D" He looks back to Thomas, giving the man a nod.
Nov 23 21:44:31 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rIf you'd be so kind as to accept my apology, and comply with our need for information on the matter, it would be greatly appreciated.@D" His tone is respectful now, and it actually seems to pain him, having to apologize.@W
Nov 23 21:59:43 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man at the bar looks over at the group at the table, and he chuckles a bit, shaking his head. He lifts up his glass and looks at it, shaking his head. He downs it quickly, and then refills the glass, and he looks over at Kostya. "You know, the girls here are pretty good. That one just happens to be my chick."
Nov 23 22:04:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods his head, saying "@rI am already looking into the Gulag. The member I mentioned earlier that I was forced to destroy somewhat ruined my plans for the place.@D" He turns to the primogen and stands as well. "@rLuke, if you'd please alert me before you attempt to glean information from the gulag, it would be much appreciated. I warned Creed to do the same, and he failed. You see the results.@D" This seems in no way a threat, only advice from one mutual ally to another. He follows Luke ou
Nov 23 22:04:49 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Dout the door.
Nov 23 22:06:51 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The young woman's face breaks into a lopsided grin and she shakes her head somewhat. "I don' need ta pick pockets, Angelpie, I got enough cash." The hand slides up his back and rests on his opposite shoulder as she turns and whispers something into his ear.
Nov 23 22:09:14 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The mages chuckles a bit and he grins. "You know what the funny thing is." He spins his glass in his hand, the clear vodka immedietely turning a dark and congealed red. "Sleight of hand is a wonderful thing."
Nov 23 22:10:14 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The tall man with black hair chuckles a bit and he grins. "You know what the funny thing is." He spins his glass in his hand, the clear vodka immedietely turning a dark and congealed red. "Sleight of hand is a wonderful thing." He tosses the glass between hands, easily not spilling a drop.
Nov 23 22:15:00 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA hispanic man dressed in a conservative black suit enters the room, a long dark trenchcoat accenting his black three piece suit. His dark-eyed gaze is cast over the naked women and thong-garbed waitresses, before he steps towards the door, eyes stopping at Kostya as he passes the man, before they turn straight ahead once more.@W
Nov 23 22:17:53 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The small waifish woman gives Kostya a small smile and shrugs one shoulder in a rather coy manner. As she spies the hispanic man she leans in a little closer to the Russian, turning her face away to whisper into his ear. Her free hand comes up to adjust her glasses once again and then rests her chin on his shoulder.
Nov 23 22:25:49 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: His two bulky companions taking notice of the hispanic man they exchange a look and nod to each other. Meanwhile Kostya content to grope coco whispers in her ear.
Nov 23 22:40:10 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The black haired man downs his glass of blood-vodka and drops it on the bar rather non-chalantly. He looks over to Kostya, and seems to recognize him now, shaking his head a moment. Then, he grins like a sonofabitch and he walks towards the door.
Nov 23 22:56:32 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Raucous laughter begins sounding from outside as the door opens and people walk in. "You see that shit? Some fuckin' fag drives that expensive ass car?" His buddy snickers and shakes his head. "Must be from San Fran."
Nov 23 22:59:00 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Ignoring the newcomers in favor of the man whose lap she currently seated, she gives him a coy little smile. Turning her head she touches the tip of her nose against his again and whispers against his lips.
Nov 23 23:08:08 :: (GC) Siol forced Kostya to save
Nov 23 23:08:22 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Nov 23 23:08:44 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Nov 23 23:11:58 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Without further prompting Kostya picks up coco heedless of his tailored suit as he carries her towards the doorway, one of his men both in front of and behind them protectively.
Nov 23 23:17:14 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Sitting outside the door where it was parked, sits Kostya's black Lincoln 4 door. Well...at least, it was black. The entirety of the car has now been turned bright as hell neon pink, the perfect color for a ballerina's tutu. On the side are big yellow letters that read, "Fuck me gently, I'm a virgin."
Nov 23 23:22:28 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Ivan gets down searching under the car, in the glove bocks, under the seats, and pops the hood checking briefly before he returns to kostya saying something in russian to which kostya nods appreicatively "He tells me everything is clean... I trust his abilities, if the new color does not put you off too much?" he says in crisp english
Nov 23 23:44:04 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 23 23:46:20 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 23 23:46:49 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 23 23:48:10 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 23 23:49:06 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 23 23:50:08 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: At first Kostya returns the kiss then pulls a way a little teasingly "Oh and what would your class be then?" he sneers down at her challengingly.
Nov 23 23:55:01 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 23 23:55:41 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 23 23:57:00 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Yeah...
Nov 24 00:01:35 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: His shirt gaping to reveal a muscular physique covered in gang-related tattooes Kostya unable to control himself tugs at coco's shirt nearly ripping it off in his fervor.
Nov 24 00:02:48 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 00:04:17 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 00:06:39 :: (GC) Siol forced Kostya to save
Nov 24 00:08:11 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 00:08:21 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 00:09:38 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 00:10:46 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Groping coco intimately as she falls back kostya follows her in returning the kiss only to make a startled "Oh" as her fangs sink into his neck, succombing to the pleasure of the embrace quickly with a soft "mmm"
Nov 24 00:29:54 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 00:30:15 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 00:31:29 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 01:00:36 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to sit
Nov 24 09:57:56 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The doors to the strip club swing open widely, and a silhouette steps into the club. A somewhat tall frenchman strides into the establishment, looking about with a look of mild intrigue. His entrance seems to turn heads as he walks in, several people turning to stare at him for a moment. Several girls begin meandering his way, and he smiles a bit. "Well well ladies. Nice to see you this evening. Tell me, think you might be able to entertain me a bit?"
Nov 24 10:02:50 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: Two strippers, a redhead and a brunette, walk up to Guillaume and giggle as they begin caressing his arms.  The redhead bites her lip as the brunette begins to say softly, "If you like want to skip the shots, then like we can take you into the back room right now."  She points towards the Rear as she says this.  From the DJ booth, Thomas looks over to Guillaume and steps down off of the DJ booth.  He brushes some hair from his face and then proceeds towards Guillaume with a smile.
Nov 24 10:06:28 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The tall frenchman chuckles a bit and puts his arms around the women with a smile. "Why, thank you for the kind offer ladies." His vision goes to the man stepping off the DJ booth, and he chuckles a bit, reaching up a hand to remove his mirrored sunglasses. "You must be the owner. Thomas, yes?"
Nov 24 10:19:32 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles, and he smiles a bit. "Oh, come now ladies. Better make sure you do what your boss says." He lets his arms drop to the asses of the strippers, giving both a firm squeeze. "Though, I would like to remember your lovely faces and bodies, so I'll pass on the drinks." He looks over to Thomas now and smiles. "I'm sorry sir, I don't mean to distract your fine women here from their duties."
Nov 24 10:26:56 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: The strippers grab Guillaume's arms and start dragging him towards the back, they look at each other then at Thomas and say loudly in unison, "We'll just take him in the rear."
Nov 24 10:33:53 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles a bit as the girls practically drag him away, and he shakes his head a bit. "I'll need to talk to you later Mr. Thomas. Privately, if possible." He then turns and lets the girls take him where they will.
Nov 24 10:38:36 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: The door opens from the inside and Thomas is seen walking back towards his desk.
Nov 24 10:40:06 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: With a bit of a chuckle, Guillaume leaves the two women where they were and he strides into the office, taking a seat in the chair, shutting the door behind him. "Well then. First of all, I'd like to compliment your work with the place. Very nice. Not too trashy, and retains a somewhat tasteful element."
Nov 24 10:47:59 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles a bit and shrugs. "Not the best, but they are spirited, which makes up for a good amount." A small smile goes across his features and he steeples his fingers.
Nov 24 10:50:47 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman nods slowly, a few sandy blond bangs falling down to obscure his glasses a bit. "Oh, the brunette has potential. Good voice. But yes, I digress." He clears his throat a moment and leans back in the chair. "To be blunt, I am interested in acquiring your establishment."
Nov 24 10:55:47 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman doesn't react at all beyond keeping his cool and calm demeanor. "You see, I do rather want the place. Regardless of the mishaps." His fingers stay steepled, and his expression is frozen into a perfect mask of nothing.
Nov 24 10:59:19 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Guillaume smirks a moment now. "Financial trouble? Do tell, how much, if I may ask? I'm able to cover up to a few million, if needed." He chuckles now, face returning to its relatively normal nonchalant look.
Nov 24 11:05:53 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman seems to ponder a moment, and then he lets his steepled fingers down. "Hm. I have another idea that may perhaps work to your liking." He chuckles a moment, and leans back in his chair. "I'll invest in this club here. After the year has passed, I'll purchase it from you."
Nov 24 11:16:06 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman nods. "One of the Serpents then I'm guessing. The place doesn't reek of Giovanni." He shakes his head a bit and then twiddles his thumbs a bit. "A valuable service you are providing for those without herds."
Nov 24 11:24:25 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman taps his fingers together a bit. "Who all has come in so far?" His eyebrow is quirked a bit, and he leans back in the chair.
Nov 24 11:32:02 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman nods and extends a hand for the Serpent to shake. "Aye, I think so as well. Though, I'll let you know that I have no official connections with their lot, or the rabble."
Nov 24 11:37:26 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles a bit. "Yes, it can be. And that seems a bit strange, fireballs and the like. Must be the Warlocks at work." He shrugs a bit and cracks his neck. "I don't have many dealings with them really."
Nov 24 11:46:53 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman shrugs as well, thinking to himself. "Not sure exactly. I'm not so good with names really. I just know how to run places, and make sure shit gets done."
Nov 24 12:33:31 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Xp to all characters.
Nov 24 12:33:56 :: (GC) Siol forced all to save
Nov 24 15:01:02 :: (GC) Malia rposed: lol
Nov 24 15:01:25 :: (GC) Markus rposed: Ahhh another night in shit-town.  Screams and sirens fill the air while visions of sugarplums dance in their heads, or something like that.  Either way, what a place.  The smog in the upper atmosphere settles at night, giving the streets a dank and hazy look and a smell that could choke a skunk.  This doesn't seem to phase the wild-haired bastard roaming the sidewalks, however, as he randomly shoves pedestrians towards the street in what he seems to consider quite the fun game, forced chicken, as it
Nov 24 15:03:02 :: (GC) Malia rposed: One of the other poor bastards on the street happens to be a rather petite spanish woman, flanked on all sides by large, muscular men.  She talks on a cellphone, occasionally handing it to 
Nov 24 15:03:57 :: (GC) Malia rposed: one of the men beside her who fix the thing and hand it back.  She grumbles under her breathin spanish but continues to walk for a moment before the rude man gets her attention.  She chuckles and grins, stopping in her tracks and watching him for a little while.
Nov 24 15:06:08 :: (GC) Markus rposed: One of the shoved individuals throws a weak-willed punch towards the ruthless prick, who simply cackles and plants a firm kick in the fleeing bloke's ass, sending him careening into an oncoming vehicle.  The ruckus had traffic slowed already, however, so the pedestrian is not seriously hurt.  Despite this, rather than hang around to see what else happens, he leaps to his feet and hobbles away hurriedly.
Nov 24 15:12:02 :: (GC) Markus rposed: though his eyes are on the sidewalk at this point.
Nov 24 15:24:42 :: (GC) Coco rposed: A small young woman walks backward with traffic on the side of the freeway, her thumb held out to hitchhike. As she nearly bumps into the two, she turns and winces. A hand quickly comes up to adjust the mirrored frames on her face before she gives them a small nod and smirk and carries on walking backward along the side of the road.
Nov 24 15:31:48 :: (GC) Malia rposed: "Would you find that amusing?  I know I would." she muses
Nov 24 15:46:33 :: (GC) Malia rposed: She is now standing and walking next to Coco
Nov 24 15:50:54 :: (GC) Coco rposed: "I ain't be answerin' queshuns 'bout mah pappy, or his, nor me an' mine."
Nov 24 15:59:35 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The traffic grinds down the street as usual, people flying by in the cars. Soon, the whine of a high performance motorcycle can be heard, and a man dressed rather casually with a black helmet approaches by. Almost immedietly, he hits the brakes, and the bike nearly flips over front, doing a dangerous frontal wheelie. It stops next to the three, and the man looks over at one of the party, the small girl. "Well fuck a duck in the middle of May. It's the lead singer."
Nov 24 16:03:04 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The sound of a roaring engine can be heard as a black harley-davidson motorcycle rolls down the freeway. Seated astride it, a broad shouldered man can be seen with a black bandana tied back over his forehead and dark shades over his eyes. A hmm escapes his lips before casting his cast over towards the small woman and the spanish one before coming up to a halt next to them. His eyes shift towards the frenchman for a brief moment with a hint of suprise in his eyes but nothing more is shown as he offer
Nov 24 16:03:11 :: (GC) Markus rposed: At this point Markus simply stops, close to Coco and Malia, but all in all quiet now, simply watching and waiting as the motorcycle brings an addition to the party as well.  He just watches and waits.
Nov 24 16:03:16 :: (GC) Christian rposed: (continued) he offers the small woman an upturned nod.
Nov 24 16:04:56 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman winces in mock hurt. "Well fuck you too shorty. Can't even remember your old pal the drummer." He shakes his head and revs his engine a bit. His head turns to the other man n the motorcycle, and he shakes his head. "Christ, a fucking little reunion.
Nov 24 16:05:42 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman winces in mock hurt. "Well fuck you too shorty. Can't even remember your old pal the drummer." He shakes his head and revs his engine a bit. His head turns to the other man n the motorcycle, and he shakes his head. "Christ, a fucking little reunion." He takes off his helmet, taking in a gasp of the night air. "If I would have known I was so fucking forgettable, I wouldn't have stopped."
Nov 24 16:06:16 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There is a roaring thunder comming from the north, as it gets louder and louder, its obvious that men on the morotr cycles are riding through, as they get nearer and nearer you can hear them shouting out swear words and carrying on like children. The Leader, who is a scruffy looking man, turns towards the pathway, and his jaw drops top the ground. "#y FUCKEN GUILLY You Fucken French bastard!!!!!!!" Carl rides up to where Frenchman is and starts reveing his bike as he winks at him
Nov 24 16:06:47 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There is a roaring thunder comming from the north, as it gets louder and louder, its obvious that men on the morotr cycles are riding through, as they get nearer and nearer you can hear them shouting out swear words and carrying on like children. The Leader, who is a scruffy looking man, turns towards the pathway, and his jaw drops top the ground. "@b FUCKEN GUILLY You Fucken French bastard!!!!!!!"#D Carl rides up to where Frenchman is and starts reveing his bike as he winks at him
Nov 24 16:08:50 :: (GC) Coco rposed: "WellholytittyfuckingmotherofchristitsGee!Wherethehellhaveyoubeenyoufuckin'shit?ManIgottasayyougotafuckincoolbikewherethehelldidyougetit? .... huh?" The young woman's accent immediately drops as she begins to speak VERY quickly to the man on the high performance bike. She turns to Christian and gives him a smile and a wave before turning to him fully and parting her lips to speak again, "MEATdidyoufuckin'seethebikethatGeegot?OhmygodIneedtogetonesobad,canyoubuildmeone?"
Nov 24 16:19:16 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman turns as the beautiful Spanish woman speaks, and he shakes his head a moment. "Listen here lady. Fucking fangbanger or not, nobody snacks on me. Just step the fuck off and leave us alone." His tone is acid, and seems to be backed by just more than words. (Intimidation, 7 successes, directed to Malia. Supernaturally powered.)
Nov 24 17:54:36 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 17:55:57 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 17:57:34 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 17:58:29 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Nov 24 18:00:31 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Sitting over in a corner, by himself, stirring a drink with his finger is Luke.  He occasionally looks up, scanning the ceiling for some reason.  He looks bored and a bit concerned. 
Nov 24 18:02:43 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The door swings open and a young woman dressed in black leather strides through. Her swagger may indicate a self assuredness, or perhaps just conceit, nonetheless she moves to an empty table and takes a seat. As the waitress walks over, she gives her a wide smile and an upturned nod, "'Ey, I'll have a sour, kay?"
Nov 24 18:08:26 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The load roaring of a perfectly tuned motorcycle engine sounds outside the bar over the Russian rock music. The roaring ends after a moment, and a man walks through the doors of the establishment, wearing a motorcycle helmet. He walks towards the bar, and sits down at it. He looks around the place, and then his vision catches on a particular person. He seems to double take, and he walks over to Coco's table. "Well fuck a duck in the middle of May. If it isn't the lead singer. Nice to see you're stil
Nov 24 18:08:34 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Nice to see you're still alive.
Nov 24 18:11:13 :: (GC) Faristil rposed: The man in the corner looks over the new group entering with interest.  His finger still stirring his drink.  He looks them all over slowly, but discreetly, hoping not to get noticed.
Nov 24 18:15:21 :: (GC) Squelch ON for Liz by Faristil.
Nov 24 18:15:40 :: (GC) Squelch OFF for Liz by Faristil.
Nov 24 18:19:10 :: (GC) Coco rposed: jerking her head in the opposite direction as though inviting him over. "You bin 'ere long?  I mean I jus' got 'ere like... a few days ago.  Dude... aw man you shoulda seen what happened in Zona, fuck you woulda laughed your ass off."
Nov 24 18:32:15 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The muscular blond russian pats down Aleksi, running his hands down both sleeves and then down his sides before brushing a hand down his front and motioning for the man to turn around.
Nov 24 18:34:04 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: the muscular blond russian runs a hand down alekzi back stooping to run a hand down both the outside and inside of his legs before standing back up again.
Nov 24 18:37:32 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The russian murmurs something in russian but moves out of the way to allow Alekzi to pass. Kostya meanwhle offers him an affable nod and a small smile saying "What can I do for you?" in crisp english with a russian timbre.
Nov 24 18:39:33 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The young woman wiggles her eyebrows at the Frenchman and giggles, "I tol' him he was gonna take me out to a movie tonight, I don't think he agreed to it though." She cups her face in her hands again as she leans against the table, "Anyway... BAND! We got you, me, an' Meat. I lef' Yuri back in Nola... Liz, I still dunno where she went to. So we need a bassist and you think a rhythm guitar?  Or not?"
Nov 24 18:51:31 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Pursing his lips thoughtfully Kostya holds up his hand attempting to  surepticiously displaying the cross-tattoos between his knuckles as he does so, but only manages to give the bird to everyone nearbye. "You think you are suited to security work? You know someone tried to put a  hit on me recently, it is a very serious matter." he murmurs. (botched subterfuge)
Nov 24 18:58:15 :: (GC) Coco rposed: in the establishment.
Nov 24 19:03:41 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Offering coco an appreciative smile Kostya looks back to Alekzi somberly "What you ask is not something to be taken lightly though, there are codes. Codes that if not lived up to can be quite serious. I assume you are familiar with the 'vory' then?" ; As luke approaches the muscular russian man moves between him and Kostya motioning for him to raise his arms.
Nov 24 19:12:19 :: (GC) Chronos rposed: The muscular russian guard looks at the man he is to step between and only steps away so cleanly that it seems he was ordered to do the direct opposite of what was originaly intended.
Nov 24 19:13:36 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Nods softly offering a hand to Alekzi "Welcome then comrade, we will set up your initiation shortly." he says in crisp english, his eyes turning immediately towards the odd activity of his companion , narrowing his eyes to the gentleman approaching.
Nov 24 19:14:27 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman laughs outloud and he leans in. "Alright then. How much harder?"
Nov 24 19:42:15 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Considering for a long time as if nearly unwilling to divulge this piece of information Kostya finally says "There is another man who wears glasses like you have described. I thought I saw him at the fire also, but he comes here sometimes. I do not know his name or , really anything about him though. You may see him here though." his expression turning to something of a wry sneer he adds "You have a press badge I would assume then?"
Nov 24 19:51:45 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman merely leans back in his chair for a moment, seeming to adjust his shoes. He leans back forward and chuckles a moment. "I don't know Coke, rhythym I don't think is needed. After all, we got all the rhythym we need, right?" He flashes a winning smile a moment, voice changing to a seductive purr. "And about the teenies, I think I've grown out of that. Looking for something a little more serious now, ya know? Maybe somebody I can take for a ride or two." He leaves that bit of innuendo to 
Nov 24 19:52:29 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: He leaves that bit of innuendo to her imagination. (Seduction: 8 successes, Presence and Path of Sin powah'd.)
Nov 24 20:05:12 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The pounding music of the club sends bass beats through the club, and after a moment, the lights flash in a trance rhythym. Then suddenly, a few lights burst near Kostya, the glass falling to the floor.
Nov 24 20:07:21 :: (GC) Coco rposed: (Coco con't) apologetically as she jumps from her stool. "Gee, call me?  I gotta go." She quickly scribbles a number on a piece of paper and tosses it to the table, rushing toward the Russian man.
Nov 24 20:07:26 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: before he shakes his head in bemusement. Non-plussed.
Nov 24 20:20:17 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the music continues to pulse, suddenly the lights all go out with a electric sizzle, but the music continues pounding on. Above the DJ though, several lights stay on, forming a large inverted ankh in blood red.
Nov 24 20:28:45 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The loudspeakers begin to short in and out, weird and ghostly sounds echoing throughout the room. Suddenly, in a distorted voice, one of the speakers pumps out, @RThe Sabbat has begun, but witches burn in fire, and devils who help them will be consumed!" The lights flash multiple colours of the rainbow in the ankh, creating a creepier effect as some of them turn on and off randomly.
Nov 24 20:50:55 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The sounds continue, the creepy voice speaking. "Do not run, do not hide. We are everywhere. Vampires, Demons, Angels and Gods. We see you all for what yu are. Give up your blood to us, ghouls of the night." Then a creepy chant goes up, the old High Latin prayer that is heard at funerals.
Nov 24 20:54:35 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Luke's eyes focus towards the middle of the room, looking pissy, if you could see them.  He begins walking towards the center of the dance floor, bumping into several people along the way.
Nov 24 20:54:41 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Snarling "They are ruining my sales , this DJ is finished!" Kostya squeezes the button on his garmin and shouts over the chaotic sounds of the room "Kill the power to the club but keep the back lit, pull fire alarm I want the building cleared, hallway up." As he says this he heeds both Coco and Alekzi and allows himself to be pulled through the chaos towards the VIP. He strikes the occasional passerby to bar his passage with the butt of a hand-gun ensuring a clean movement.
Nov 24 20:58:44 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Flying across the room with inhuman speed, though completely unnoticed, Guillaume stops near Coco, and he merely whispers into her ear softly. "Be careful Coke. Don't want you to get hurt." He smiles softly as his lips brush her ear in the total darkness, and he takes a step back so any swing she may take will miss.
Nov 24 21:04:11 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Slipping amongst the crowd, Robert steps behind a man then, is simply gone.
Nov 24 21:09:56 :: (GC) Chronos forced Blayne to save
Nov 24 21:11:17 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 24 21:11:54 :: (GC) Chronos forced Blayne to save
Nov 24 21:20:37 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman suddenly tenses a moment, but then relaxes. He looks over to Alekzi and he speaks up a bit. "Vampires? Come now, vampires don't exist. Fairy tales and the like." His voice is strange and carries a strange quality, but otherwise, normal. "Let's just get them into the VIP room alright? Their safety is paramount." (Presence 3: Entracement, 6 successes.)
Nov 24 21:30:32 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Ivan, a muscular blond man pulls the fire-alarm  behind the bar and seems to take over the herding of several naked young ladies out of the area. Meanwhile Kostya calls to the man "Get the police on the phone I do not like my club being hijacked." as he says this he seems to be taking stock of the security forces at his disposal biting his lip a little uncertainly.
Nov 24 21:36:52 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman strides into the room, looking at Alekzi. "There is no such thing as vampires. Who told you a silly story like that? And aren't you a bit old to believe in fairy tales?" He shakes his head and frowns a bit as he looks over to Coco. "Be good kid." He looks over to Alekzi now and speaks simply. "Sit down please."
Nov 24 21:39:34 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman strides into the room, looking at Alekzi. "There is no such thing as vampires. Who told you a silly story like that? And aren't you a bit old to believe in fairy tales?" He shakes his head and frowns a bit as he looks over to Coco. "Be good kid." He looks over to Alekzi now and speaks simply. "Sit down please."
Nov 24 21:39:35 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: The music in the room is bumping as usual, although there is some extra excitement in the atmosphere.  An upbeat song is playing and the two best pole dancers are on stage.  Thomas is standing next to the DJ up in the DJ booth with a small smile on his face as he watches the crowd.
Nov 24 21:41:13 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: A lovely asian stripper scampers up to Luke's table as soon as he sits.  She twirls a bit of her hair and bounces a little as she giggles, "Welcome to Next Door.  What's your drink?"
Nov 24 21:45:13 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: The stripper sighs loudly and says with rejection obviously paining her, "Yes, sir."  She scampers over towards the DJ booth when Thomas realizes he's someone's target.  He slips down from the DJ booth as the stripper gets to him.  As she leans in to talk to him, he looks over towards Luke and begins walking towards him.
Nov 24 21:50:32 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman seems not to be phased by this at all, keeping perfectly composed. He waves a hand dismissively at Kostya, still paying attention to Alekzi. "A Nosferatu hm? That is good to know. Tell me, what else do you know?"
Nov 24 22:01:09 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman turns his head a moment, and he peers directly into thin air, his eyes narrowed slightly. "I recommend you guys getting going."
Nov 24 22:18:02 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As Coco lashes out in response to a whisper, she catches something with her fist, and a satisfying crunch of bone can be heard as she snaps something.
Nov 24 22:24:15 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The sudden loud report of a Colt .45 can be heard as a bullet flies from nowhere and hits Coco square in the crotch, the bullet tearing into her flesh, and out the other side.
Nov 24 22:32:04 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The small girl, looking around frantically, picks up the man and begins to run, and run, and run, like a bat out of hell, out of the club.
Nov 24 22:42:31 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: With a shake of his head, the frenchman guns the motor and squeals over to Coco. "Sorry Coke, but you gotta snap outta it." He slaps her across the face once, not hard enough to hurt her, just to get her to try and snap out of it as he hauls her and the man onto the bike, and he looks at Kostya. "Motherfucker, you best hold on /tight/.
Nov 24 22:43:22 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 24 22:51:54 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman fucking /flies/ down the street, passing a cop who just lookd dumbfounded as the high performance bike pushes 200, almost a blur. He skids to a stop before a rather nondescript building and wheelies the bike into it's parking spot in the buildings garage.
Nov 24 23:09:38 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman sighs a moment and extricates the pair from each other, and he smiles to her. "Just calm down Coke. You are safe in here, ok?" He turns and looks over to Kostya now, removing his sunglasses and he fixes the man with an icy green stare. "You are going to sit down, shut the fuck up, and do whatever the fuck me and Coke here say, else I'm going to feed you your fucking heart, capeesh?" He walks over and slams the door, snapping the lock shut. (Intimidation: 7 successes.)
Nov 24 23:28:58 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 24 23:29:26 :: (GC) Siol forced Kostya to save
Nov 24 23:30:03 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The corner of Kostya's mouth twitches.
Nov 25 00:07:59 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 25 00:09:06 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 25 00:37:24 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Kostya raises the gun and levels it directly between Guillaume's eyes. The other man is perhaps 5 feet away when Kostya pulls the trigger. The loud report is absorbed by the walls of the room, and the frenchman's head is snapped back, blood spraying everywhere. He lies there a few moments, before sitting back up and looking at the Russian. "Fuck, that hurt, but you get the point?"
Nov 25 05:33:27 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Hi
Nov 25 09:54:15 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 25 10:56:41 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: One of the doors in the room opens, and yawning can be heard from within. Stepping out of the room, the mostly nude form of Angelique steps out, her alabaster skin almost glowing in the pale light. After a moment, Guillaume follows her out, his face a bit warmer than the previous night. "Go get dressed cherie. Someone needs to run the shop." The 15 year old girl nods and turns, walking away towards the door, still wearing only her lacy black thong and similarly lacy bra, only grabbing a sheer and th
Nov 25 10:57:41 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The 15 year old girl nods and turns, walking away towards the door, still wearing only her lacy black thong and similarly lacy bra, only grabbing a sheer and thin robe as cover. Guillaume turns to the man on the couch by the still sleeping Coco. "Ah. Good to see that you are awake. Not too mentally damaged are ya?"
Nov 25 10:59:09 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 25 11:15:16 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The sound of a roaring engine can be heard in the distance as a harley-davidson motorcycle approaches. Upon its back a broad shouldered man with a rough look about him sits with a black bandana tied over his forehead and a leather jacket protecting him from the elements. Soon enough the bike comes to a slow halt as it stops near the bike shop, the engine dying down into a low rumble.
Nov 25 11:26:46 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 25 11:27:07 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to save
Nov 25 11:32:13 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 25 11:49:28 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman leans back into the couch and he laughs. "Oh yes, the girls at your club." He shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "Fuck, they are tame compared to what I've got. I could make the fucking Pope blush."
Nov 25 12:01:04 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Cocking his head to the side curiously the russian asks "So alekzi is a vampire too?" he takes a slice of pizza from the box and starts to eat hungrily, cracking open the drink.
Nov 25 12:09:24 :: (GC) Christian rposed: When you come back, Christian is off to the side inspecting sheets of steel against the wall. Fingers slip along one with a hmm as he focuses on it with keen eyes before nodding, "Least Jake didn't get crap this time around." He mutters before turning back to a Kawasaki near the car you work on, "Hmm, he said just wanted it tuned but...." He shakes his head.
Nov 25 14:24:11 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Continuing to look for some kind of means of escape , though with no real haste or urgency he glances over his shoulder at the frenchman "Alright then, so what is your interest in all of this, coco, invisible men, my club." he takes a few staps tapping on the velvet to test the wall behind "I am aware my house guest has been meeting with the men who tried to kill me, this does not make much sense as he could have done it himself easily. But ever sense I got those misiles odd things have been happeni
Nov 25 14:24:34 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: odd things have been happening.
Nov 25 14:35:52 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Chuckling the russian murmurs "enough might."
Nov 25 15:34:51 :: (GC) Coco rposed: A muffled little ring tone comes from the blanket, it sort of sounds like a disco version of the Emperor's Theme from Star Wars. She wriggles a little and pulls a cell phone from her blanket and flips it open, "Coco's Abortion Clinic, you rape 'em we scrape 'em!"
Nov 25 15:46:09 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Hyde kills the Invisible Man. I wanna know how he does it."
Nov 25 16:19:15 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 25 16:19:20 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 25 16:21:12 :: (GC) Faristil forced Siol to look
Nov 25 16:39:43 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Glancing at Gee, she shakes her head lightly, "It's more than just a reflection... video cameras can't see me either." At his question, she shrugs and grimaces, "I dunno... I guess I'm okay... I'm like Spawn's cloak. It's kind of awesome."
Nov 25 16:58:28 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Guillaume steps out of the back room, and he gives a nod over to the man affectionately known as 'Meat'. "Nice to see you in LA." He leans against the counter with a smirk, Angelique coming over to lean against him.
Nov 25 16:58:40 :: (GC) Chronos forced Matteo to save
Nov 25 17:04:31 :: (GC) Chronos forced Matteo to save
Nov 25 17:07:03 :: (GC) Chronos forced Matteo to save
Nov 25 17:17:07 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles a moment. "Oh pfft. I'm sure you've seen worse." His eyes go to the chained people. "Some people just like being dominated and shit. I don't care, I'll take the money."
Nov 25 17:23:28 :: (GC) Chronos forced Liz to save
Nov 25 17:28:06 :: (GC) Robert rposed: The man in the bondage clothing chuckles softly before pressing his lips into a thin smile. Looking at Kostya he shrugs and speaks in an enfeminine voice, "What better place is there to run for small little things like us than into the arms of the big strong burly manly men?" 
Nov 25 17:55:59 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Fairy cars ftw.
Nov 25 18:01:21 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: A look of shock runs over the dark haired man's face, then is replaced with sour expression. "Shhh, We are in public." A slight smile crosses his lips before he shakes his head.
Nov 25 18:10:49 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The young girl slides her drink over to the dark haired man. "Watch my drink, Im going back out to dance." She spins around on the stool and hops down. Running back out onto the dance floor, the young girl begins to dance once more.
Nov 25 18:18:04 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: A neon pink lincoln pulls up, the words "Fuck me gently... I'm a virgin" on the side, the majority of the primer showing on the vehicle as if someone was in the process of altering the paintjob. "Ivan is here..." he says to coco moving to the vehicle and opening a door for her.
Nov 25 18:24:13 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man slowly sips on his drink. He notices the man approach. "Hello Blayne." He drains the drink and sets it back down. "Another please." The bartender looks at him strangely for a moment. Then procceds to tell the dark haired man that he has had enough. The man holds back a small chuckle and then nods. "Perhaps you are right."
Nov 25 18:25:24 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: As coco pulls him into the back of the lincoln the door shuts quietly, partialy ajar. As the car pulls away the last sight of coco and kostya is of the large russian atop the young woman biting her neck as the vehicle pulls around the corner and out of view.
Nov 25 18:25:52 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The young girl with flowing black hair dances infront of the DJ's booth. She runs her fingers up though her hair, then lets it fall back down to her narrow shoulders.
Nov 25 18:29:38 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: turns around on the stool and leans back agianst the counter. His eyes never leaving the young girl on the dance floor. "Keep your eyes on her Blayne, its very busy in here and makes me nervous."
Nov 25 18:31:51 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The beautiful young girl seems to be completely lost in the music. Moving her body with the rhythmic pulse, she pays no attention to any of the new additions to the already crowded room.
Nov 25 18:31:59 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The door swings open and the tall owner of the club comes into view with a small and quite disheveled young woman at his arm. She is biting her lip to contain a smile as she hurriedly tries to fix her hair with one hand. His suit jacket is buttoned up, the top of his chest peeking out as he is apparently shirtless.  She is wearing nothing but a men's tailored business shirt that is miles too big and a pair of boots. "Want to come help me pick out some clothes?  I don't know where those pants've been
Nov 25 18:35:37 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: A burly swarthy russian wearing a "Security" shirt hurries to the large dark-haired russian yammering at him in russian. He waves a hand dismissively saying "I expected that, lock down the back, add another guard to the office. Nothing has been taken that cannot be retrieved." he keeps his arm around coco as he continues his way across the club towards the VIP "Certainly my dear" he says in crisp english tinted with a russian inflection.
Nov 25 18:46:53 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man leans further back in his seat and crosses his left leg over his right. "Blayne, any news on when the repairs on the Mansion will be complete?" His eyes never leaving the beautiful young girl.
Nov 25 18:49:43 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Entering the private room Kostya speaks to Ivan "Bring some of the girls clothing" a few moments later the muscular blond russian returns with an asortment of clothing in various sizes, ranging from club wear to more common street clothing. "Take your pick." he says, shrugging off suit top as he lays out a similar, black tailored suit of clothes, complete with a new side-arm.
Nov 25 18:52:48 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kyra to ooc hi
Nov 25 18:56:29 :: (GC) Chronos forced Matteo to save
Nov 25 18:57:20 :: (GC) Siol forced Santino to save
Nov 25 18:57:38 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man shakes his head. He makes a few signs with his own hand and the spins back around. 
Nov 25 19:00:05 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The beautiful young girl shakes her head, her long flowing hair wrapping around her face. She brushes it back behind her ears and makes her way back to the bar. She snatches her drink from behind the dark haired man and takes another drink.
Nov 25 19:00:54 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: With a sigh Kostya hooks an index finger under coco's chin in an attempt to bring her eyes back to his "This" he says, gesturing to his chest " Means I was a captain." he continues moving from the cross to the crown "This, means I am the boss, the rest are inconsequential. Jobs I did. Ranks I held. Honor among theives hmm darling?" he smiles down at her nearly nude form taking the sight in even as he picks up his garmin saying " Ivan, make sure someone makes an example for tampering with my car plea
Nov 25 19:01:13 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: please, the static of russian voices fading even as he speaks.
Nov 25 19:12:04 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: sits up and faces the young beautiful girl "Maria, are you ready to go?" He smiles and waits for his answer as she sips on her soda.
Nov 25 19:13:28 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The young girl spins holding the soda in her hand close to her chest. "No way! Not yet. You havn't even danced with me yet." She kind of pouts a little and lays her cheek on his shoulder looking up at him.
Nov 25 19:20:14 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Freshly changed into a tailored black suit a large slick-haired russian enters from the VIP room with a young woman on his arm.
Nov 25 19:21:29 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man calls out to the tall man in Italian, "Guardi quel Blayne che dell'uomo non se lo fido di." His voice barely audible over the lud music.
Nov 25 19:23:57 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The young girl looks up at the dark haired man, a confused look on her face. "I hate it when you do that." She takes another drink from her soda.
Nov 25 19:25:29 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: One of Kostya's men approach him and tap him on the shoulder asking him for his attention.
Nov 25 19:25:45 :: (GC) Coco rposed: As the tall russian leads her into the room, the small woman drifts off his arm and mingles with the crowd. Finding a table crowded with some barely legal women, she inserts herself amongst them, smiling at each one and greeting them as though they were old friends. For a moment the group of women seem somewhat confused but then Coco smiles softly and gives Kostya a wave. As they follow her gaze they gape in awe and seem to immediately crowd around the waif.
Nov 25 19:26:32 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The man motions outside.  "Sir, theres been some vandalism to the building."  He says slowly
Nov 25 19:28:42 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The man nods.  "There are strange symbols all over the building now."  He frowns, clearly nervous.
Nov 25 19:31:40 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: With a crackle of electricity, /all/ of the lights go out in the club. A whispering wind howls inside from nowhere, and a voice whispers softly, unable to be understood. In the air, a disembodied light takes shape, a large red ankh once more, but this time, it is floating in the air above the people of the club, and demonic writing wriggles around it, hurting the eyes to look at.
Nov 25 19:33:34 :: (GC) Santino rposed: With his back turned to what went on, the black male simply continues smoking on his Salem Light as the lights go out and as they come back on, he's still sitting there in the same manner, smoking slowly. After a few moments he lifts his head up a little, and mutters something that sounds like "At least terrorists are creative."
Nov 25 19:35:12 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man wraps his arms around the young girl. He whispers into her ear, "Maria, you are getting out of here."
Nov 25 19:36:49 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The young girl could only scream as she stared at the light in the center of the room. Tears leaking from her eyes.
Nov 25 19:39:42 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Trading out the security forces of the building seem to increase immensely, large russian RPK's comming out from where they have been stashed, one of the bouncers even bringing one of the Saw's to Kostya who holds it relaxedly, pulling the charging handle to chamber the first round.
Nov 25 19:40:27 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The men begin to lock the place down, quickly moving to the exits as one hands Kostya smething in the darkness. (This is your cue to try and get out. If you can make it to the door in a single round, you are home free, otherwise, aren't leaving till Kos says.)
Nov 25 19:42:30 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man pulls the young girl over towards Blayne. He presses her close to blaynes body. "La sua vita  la mio propria." He says in Italian.
Nov 25 19:43:51 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: the Young girl clings to the large man and sobs as fear racks her body. She looks up at him, her make-up running down her face. "Are we going to die Blayne?"
Nov 25 19:54:05 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man makes his way towards the man obviously in charge. He remains cool and collected, however his eyes dart back to the young girl and blayne. "Whats going on here..." He says after stoping in front of the man.
Nov 25 19:55:22 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Still clinging to Blayne, the young girl watches the dark haired man leave. She wipes the running make-up off of her face and onto the palm of her hands.
Nov 25 19:56:47 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: I'd like to use a combination of Correspondance 1, Prime 2, and Matter 2 to make one of the walls on the inside of the club glow with red light, and have shapes reach out on occasion, like they are trying to tear out of reality.
Nov 25 20:05:28 :: (GC) Siol echoed: An eerie howl pierces the air, and suddenly, one of the walls of the club begins to glow with a dark red light. From seemingly inside the walls, shapes reach out and look like they are trying to break out into the material world, strange demonic howls echoing about the room.
Nov 25 20:07:33 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man glared at Robert. However he turns and looks at the wall. He begins to growl. "Blayne! Get her somewhere safe!" He turns back to the man in charge, looking down at Robert. "If any harm comes to her, you will regret it." He growls under his breath about old magic.
Nov 25 20:09:26 :: (GC) Siol echoed: An eerie howl pierces the air, and suddenly, one of the walls of the club begins to glow with a dark red light. From seemingly inside the walls, shapes reach out and look like they are trying to break out into the material world, strange demonic howls echoing about the room.
Nov 25 20:18:38 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: moves back and bends down next to Robert. "I have no idea what you just said, but my promise stays true." He then stands back up making sure that Blayne and Maria are safe.
Nov 25 20:34:59 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man stands and faces the wall. He slowly makes his way to stand next to Kostya. He slips in hands into his pockets waiting for something else.
Nov 25 20:43:23 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the throng of people moves about the club, a group of them begin to panic a bit, tossing their cigarettes to the sides, not wanting to burn anyone on accident. Irony is a cruel fate. One cigarette flies straight and true, and hits Matteo right in the face. He blinks, and then immedietly bursts into flames. He stands up and bolts about screaming, but a waitress has quick thinking, and quickly douses him with a pitcher of water that she was carrying.
Nov 25 20:46:35 :: (GC) Luke rposed: takes a seat next to Thomas.  "No, not yet."  He pauses.  "Something is definately fishy about that Gulag place though.  Something needs done."  He looks over at Thomas.  "Have you heard anything?"
Nov 25 20:47:26 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: A man with short black hair and glowing eyes strides into the club, stepping in time with the music. He looks /immensely/ pleased with himself as he walks up to the bar and sleps down a grand in benjamins. "My man, drinks are on me until that shit runs out!"
Nov 25 20:47:33 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Groaning in discomfort at coco's grip Kostya steps away from Matteo, unable to conceal a look of amused surprise "What in gods name" he says in crisp english tinted with a russian timbre.
Nov 25 20:53:57 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: An asian girl, a redhead girl, and a black girl approach Keriol as he tosses bills up.  The three of them start tugging on him and saying, "Ready to do it in the rear, baby?"
Nov 25 20:54:01 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man drops to the ground and covers his face. He remains tucked into a ball on the ground.
Nov 25 20:54:33 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Looks over the room slowly before looking back to Thomas.  "Let's go check that place out, now.  It'd be more effective if we both went."  He continues.  "I'm sure we can figure out something."  
Nov 25 20:55:59 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: As time ticks on and the odd lights, sounds, and 'wall' activity continue Kostya relaxes visibly, shaking his head he says "Call it off, this has to be a bad joke." to his nearest guard "Gradually start releasing patrons. As far as anyone is concerned, this was a gimick." he murmurs lowering his voice at the last.
Nov 25 21:01:06 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Shaking his head, Luke says "Things haven't been normal lately, things are quiet everywhere, people are getting nervous.  Clearly, your intimidated as well."  He stands up.  "I'll go myself."  He finishes, beginning to take his leave.
Nov 25 21:02:25 :: (GC) Faristil forced Liz to aura
Nov 25 21:04:31 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The young girl bends down and tries to see his face. "Matteo, are you ok?" Tears come to her eyes and she gently runs her fingers though his hair. "Please be ok..."
Nov 25 21:04:39 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: A knock pounds on the door a few times from the outside of the room.  Three quick strikes, followed by three more.  The strippers instantly begin getting themselves together and seem like they know who is at the door.
Nov 25 21:08:06 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man slowly lifts up on his knees, heavy burn marks marning his face. He tries to stand, however he is still weak from the blast.
Nov 25 21:09:50 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: One of the strippers quickly opens the door and the three say in unison, "Hiii, Thomas."  As Thomas steps into the room, each of them give him a kiss on the cheek.  He looks to Keriol and says, "Sorry to intrude, sir."
Nov 25 21:11:57 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The tall man merely nods, taking a sip of water after a moment. "No problem at all Thomas."
Nov 25 21:16:06 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man lifts himself to his feet. His face extreamly raw and burnt. He looks over at Kostya, and slowly makes his way to him. "Is this a bad joke?" His voice calm, cool, and collected.
Nov 25 21:25:36 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The young woman gripping onto the tall Russian pulls back slightly and moves a step away, her hand still holding onto some of the fabric at the tail of his suit jacket.
Nov 25 21:25:54 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man turns and begans to walk away. "You will hear from my lawyers." He makes his way towards the door. His voice still ragged and weak. "Come Maria and Blayne, I need to get back to the house."
Nov 25 21:26:43 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: As Luke makes his way through the maze of crates, one topples over.  The resounding crash causes one of the guards to rush into the room while another wait by the door, both have their machine guns at the ready.
Nov 25 21:32:18 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Matteo to save
Nov 25 21:32:40 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The young girl runs up and clings to the dark haired man's side. "Matteo..." Tears still in her eyes.
Nov 25 21:35:44 :: (GC) Luke rposed: (As Kostya) "You morons!  What are you doing!  Get over here now!"  He exclaims to the men entering the room.
Nov 25 21:37:33 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man stops and turns to the yougn girl, he pulls some money out of his back pocket and hands it to her. "Maria, I want you to take a Taxi home, I will be home after I get banadaged up, don't worry about me." He waits for her taxi to arrive and she leaves.
Nov 25 21:37:46 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The guard snaps to attention, seeming somewhat confused and rushes toward 'Kostya'. "Sir, we've been putting the girls away as you asked, we thought you were in the front room?" He glances toward the door to his companion, who is at this moment a little more than confused and raising a small device to his lips.
Nov 25 21:39:08 :: (GC) Luke rposed: (As Kostya) "Idiots!  Where have you been putting them, I need to talk to them."  He says trying to look angry.
Nov 25 21:47:04 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man walks over and sits atop a gravestone. "Now this is a place that I can be comfortable."
Nov 25 21:48:51 :: (GC) Greed echoed: The guard near the door with his walkey talkey poised at the ready before his lips clicks it on and begins to talk. "Kostya?"
Nov 25 21:49:41 :: (GC) Greed echoed: -changes that to Mister Sebastian.
Nov 25 21:54:06 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: "La cosa pi grande circa essere un Giovanni  il fatto che ci  sempre una soluzione. Siamo una famiglia e la famiglia aiuter sempre la famiglia." He speaks in perfect Italian. "Inoltre devo ottenere in contatto con il principe. Sapete questo potrebbe essere fatto?"
Nov 25 21:57:00 :: (GC) Blayne rposed: (In sign language) Perhaps Giovanni channels may reveal to you who the Prince is for an audience?
Nov 25 22:06:39 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Pulling out a small black cell phone, Matteo flips it open and dials a number. He holds the phone to his ear and waits for answer. "First things first, we will need friends."
Nov 25 22:15:25 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Kostya's garmin crackles something to which he responds "What is it now?" he asks.
Nov 25 22:23:06 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Santino to quit
Nov 25 22:23:06 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Santino to 1
Nov 25 22:23:18 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Santino to quit
Nov 25 22:23:18 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Santino to 0
Nov 26 07:14:09 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 26 10:06:19 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 26 11:01:30 :: (GC) Salem rposed: An old man is seen sitting around the entrance of the gas station.  He looks bored and almost asleep.
Nov 26 11:02:25 :: (GC) Robert rposed: A black recumbant motorcycle pulls into the truck stop and off slips an urban youth with a black visored motorcycle helmet. Slipping off the helmet and setting it upon the bike he heads towards the entrance to the gas station, stepping over the old timer.
Nov 26 11:05:01 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Looking up, the man looks at the bike.  "Nice bike."  He comments. Sitting up a bit, sniffing.
Nov 26 11:46:21 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Nodding, the old man says "Well go get a hooker for fuck sakes." He chuckles.  "There's enough of them." 
Nov 26 11:50:12 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The pumping sound of bass sounds as a Range Rover rolls up. A black man wearing a bandana leans out the window and whips a brick at one of the cars, shattering through it's winshield. "Take that motherfucker!" The Rover then speeds off into the night, the pumping of the rhythm fading into the distance.
Nov 26 12:04:51 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the Range Rover makes it out of view, suddenly, a loud crack sounds as their engine block ruptures, and a large explosion of gas erupts from the front, completely slagging the front half of the vehicle.
Nov 26 12:07:06 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Cackling in glee, the old man decides to approach the vehicle.  As he approaches he asks "You boys alright?" with a grin.
Nov 26 12:21:35 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Strangely enough, the black men are dead in the car, their bodies pierced by shrapnel from the engine explosion.
Nov 26 12:37:38 :: (GC) Faristil forced Chronos to stset far str 5
Nov 26 12:37:46 :: (GC) Faristil forced Chronos to stset siol str 5
Nov 26 12:49:14 :: (GC) Chronos forced Lenny to save
Nov 26 12:50:35 :: (GC) Chronos forced Lenny to save
Nov 26 13:12:07 :: (GC) Chronos forced Lenny to save
Nov 26 13:18:02 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 26 13:18:08 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Nov 26 13:27:07 :: (GC) Salem rposed: A greasy old man comes in and takes a seat at a bar, looking over all the sexy ladies.  He grins mischieviously.
Nov 26 13:35:17 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The old man eyes her lovely breasts very blatantly, before looking up.  "Ohhh just get me a Spritzer."  He smiles.
Nov 26 13:37:21 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: The waitress bites her lips, then glances around, saying nervously, "I don't actually do that, but she can make you spritz if you want."  She points over to a blonde stripper before smiling back at Salem.  As the waitress points over to the stripper, Thomas takes notice and slips down from the DJ Booth.
Nov 26 13:40:34 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The man chuckles a bit grinning.  "Why don't you just get me a beer."  He laughs, crossing his arms.
Nov 26 13:46:04 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Grinning a bit, he looks to Thomas.  "A fine place you got here sir."  He says a bit sarcasticly.  "But I really do like it better than that shithole up the road."  He laughs.  "Oh and its nice to meet you Thomas, I'm Salem."  He smiles.
Nov 26 14:09:00 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: The bouncer remains completely blank as smoke pours over his face.  As he watches the cigarette burn down, he cocks his head to the side, then motions for Robert to enter, saying, "Alright."  In the mean time, Thomas gets up from his table and stretches a bit before looking around the area.
Nov 26 14:28:44 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: A tall man strides into the club, wearing a pair of black sunglasses. His black hair is spiked straight up, and he strides in with confidence. His takes a seat in a corner booth and he takes a breath, seeming to relax.
Nov 26 14:34:14 :: (GC) Chronos forced Lenny to save
Nov 26 16:06:23 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 26 16:13:30 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 26 16:19:29 :: (GC) Faristil forced Cheezie to score
Nov 26 16:22:41 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Strolling in, is a devious looking old man, he looks around, eying the women before looking around the room, spotting Thomas, he begins to proceed towards him.
Nov 26 16:52:45 :: (GC) Thomas rposed: As if on a cue, the waitresses and strippers all take final orders and disappear into the Rear.  Other patrons look around slightly baffled for about 10 seconds before the waitresses return in their own sexy clothing, including bikinis, lingerie, schoolgirl uniforms and many other zipper popping outfits.  Thomas looks down at Salem and grins a bit.  He steps down from the DJ booth and extends a hand saying, "Welcome back, my friend."
Nov 26 17:27:49 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Grinning with a nod, Salem gladly agrees.  "Sounds good pal."  he says, jumping down from the stage.  "I'm going to get a party started."  He grins looking aroudn the room.
Nov 26 17:34:57 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the room pounds with the base, people start to get more hot and flustered, the occupants of the room growing hornier by the second. The girls dances are more robust, and a few even start to have thin trails of liquid trace down their thighs. The men in the room invariably pitch tents, and they begin groping the women.
Nov 26 17:47:34 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: a bulky man with an 'Security' t-shirt approaches Kostya whispering somethingn to him in russian. Pursing his lips he turns to take in the three newest arrivals, nodding to the security guard and seeming to give him some kind of directions, likewise in russian.
Nov 26 18:03:38 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Through the VIP area comes a rather small looking woman wearing some clothing that under the blacklight is a little revealing. Glancing around the bar, she spies the large Russian at the DJ booth and gives him a small wave before making her way to the bar.
Nov 26 18:12:32 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A few people scattered around the gulag begin throwing up, or some walk out holding their heads in pain.
Nov 26 18:19:53 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Aparantly speaking to noone in particular the large russian says "I will need to take care of that matter in back shortly..." he then looks back to santino and asks "what exactly do you have that might be of interest? I am a well supplied individual, it would have to be quite remarkable.
Nov 26 18:22:49 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Even more people seem to be getting sick in the room, the place vacating very quickly.
Nov 26 18:24:39 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Falling from his grip the half-full glass of vodka crashes to the floor where it breaks, the russian man who had been holding it nearly doubling over as he rests his hand upon the bar to steady himself.
Nov 26 18:26:24 :: (GC) Coco rposed: landing deftly on her feet. But as she rushes to his side, she nearly slips in a puddle of vomit and skids into him.
Nov 26 18:29:11 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Following in close behind Salem, Robert enters.
Nov 26 18:31:37 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 26 18:31:48 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Noticing all of the sick people, a facial expression of awe comes across his face.  He notices the famed russian man also looking dire, he decides to approach him to see if he's ok.  "You alright there bud?"  he asks with some false concern in his voice.
Nov 26 18:32:40 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Following in close behind Salem, Robert enters.
Nov 26 18:33:15 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Noticing all of the sick people, a facial expression of awe comes across his face.  He notices the famed russian man also looking dire, he decides to approach him to see if he's ok.  "You alright there bud?"  he asks with some false concern in his voice. (repose)
Nov 26 18:35:33 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Interupting the wealthy Russian, the old man speaks up once more "Sir, maybe I can help you?  I'm a doctor from South America, we've learned some very interesting techniques down there."  He says with a friendly smile.
Nov 26 18:39:30 :: (GC) Chronos forced Rhiannon to save
Nov 26 18:43:46 :: (GC) Chronos forced Rhiannon to save
Nov 26 18:46:22 :: (GC) Chronos forced Rhiannon to save
Nov 26 18:50:39 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The door to the club opens violently as a foot appears in the doorway of the club. The Chuck clad foot soon sets down and through the threshold steps Guillaume, clad in his usual casual glory. He looks around, his mirrored shades taking in everything around him. "Whoa, what the bloody fuck is going down in here?" He manages to spot Coco and Kostya on the other side of the room, and he begins walking towards them. "Shit Coke, what the fuck went down? Everyone suck on some bleach or somethin?"
Nov 26 18:54:43 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The old man says softly.  "A Moment, I'm going to try another point."  He finishes, moving his hands up to the mans skull, continuing his rub.  "This should help." He says slowly.
Nov 26 19:05:22 :: (GC) Christian rposed: A tall broad shouldered man with a black bandanna upon his head slowly walks down along the street between the boots, his brown gaze cast all about as he folds his arms over his chest casualy. His leather jacket looks darker with the time of day, glinting lightly with the light cast from the stalls as it cracks lightly to movement, "Hmm."
Nov 26 19:08:48 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: A gust of wind blows down the street causing the woman's hair to billow around her face. Moving the strands behind her ears, she looks up at the clinking and clanging of the chains of the man in leather. Her eyes run over him, but she gives him little further thought as she moves onward down the street.
Nov 26 19:19:15 :: (GC) Faristil forced Raven to status 
Nov 26 19:19:26 :: (GC) Faristil forced Raven to aura App: 2
Nov 26 19:24:10 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Slipping the sling of the RPK over his shoulder Kostya uses a key to unlock the warehouse door breaking the hokey 'haz-mat' seal previously installed. "Bunch of weirdos" he mutters as he enters the warehouse.
Nov 26 19:30:17 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: The wind continues to whip around the people of the street. The sweet smell of fresh produce wafts around the people, reminding them of simple times. The young woman tilts her head and then shakes it. "I think you have the wrong person." she says simply offering no other explanation, though a look of slight worry and confusion passes over her face. A small frown forms on her lips and she studies you for a few moments before she turns to continue her walk.
Nov 26 19:45:24 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Taking another bite of the apple, the young woman nods. "I was born in New Jersey." She moves some more hair away from her face. "Could I help you with something? I don't know who you're talking about."
Nov 26 19:45:43 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Reaching into a pocket Kostya withdraws a cigar and a lighter, lighting up he says "Look in the stone boxes." he waves a hand towards the odd crates. He then casts coco a glance.
Nov 26 19:55:47 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A red fire colored humanoid leaps up through the hole landing on his feet.  He has hair braided down to his heels.  He is holding a black katana type weapon.  He speaks quickly  "FOOLS YOU WILL LEAVE MY MASTER'S LAIR NOW!" (intimidation: 4 successes)
Nov 26 19:58:01 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Looking up, she smirks slightly, her eyes showing mirth. "Rhiannon Cavali." her voice was proud, yet sweet. "They are good apples." As his fingers brush her bracelet and he smiles, she looks down at it and smiles herself. "I'm a dancer, if you didn't figure it out." 
Nov 26 20:00:03 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Guillaume fires a barrage of shots at the creature who leaps high into the air avoiding the first burst.  He lands on a nearby crate scowling.
Nov 26 20:11:13 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Several people bustle by and knock into her with their shoulders on the crowded streets. She looks at them, glaring at them with a look only an East coat person could give. "So rude." she looks to the man and nods "A dancer."
Nov 26 20:18:13 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the beast leaps up from the floor, Salem runs behind a crate and hides, using the heavy wood as cover. Guillaume seems to care a whole hell a lot less about hiding, and he levels his automatic weapon, blasting the infernal creature. Most of the flaming rounds merely impact against the creatures tough hide, but a few get through and black demnic blood splatters the floor. After that, the demon howls and 3 images of it appear, making a quadruplet of the beast.
Nov 26 20:20:03 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Robert also dives behind a crate, and he mutters a word and his swords pulses a moment, and for a split second a field glimmers around him. Kostya raises his gone and he unloads the clip, the bullets pinging all into the creature and it's copies, but failing to do any harm. Coco quickly rummages through a crate and finds what she wants, several bottles of alcohol.
Nov 26 20:37:13 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: The population seems to disperse as the night rolls on. The young woman shakes her head and smiles "No. I'm the only one I know that has purple eyes. Are you sure you didn't imagine this person? Maybe you saw my picture somewhere? In a magazine somewhere?" 
Nov 26 20:39:58 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Salem closes his eyes and then opens them with a flash, and one of the demons down completely, one of it's leg bones turned to sponge. Guillaume seems to take notice of this and he unloads another full clip into the demon, more blood splattering, singing the ground. Robert looks out from the box real fast and fires a shot which misses the demon but then he makes a quick hand gesture, and the crate beneath it collapses due to the weight on it, sending the creature crashing to the ground. One of the de
Nov 26 20:41:42 :: (GC) Siol echoed: One of the demon copies lunges at Coco and swings, but she ducks at the last second, and demon hitting the crate. Another runs towards the crates where the mages are as Kostya ducks behind a crate and swears loudly, reloading his gun. Coco seems to go into a beserk fury, chucking bottle after bottle at the fallen demon, the shards of glass tearing open it's skin, but it melts immedietly, the creatures boiling blood melting it instantly.
Nov 26 20:46:08 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "Ballet. I was a Prima Donna for the New York Ballet." She smiles at the memory and then looks down the street. "I teach as well." she looks over to the apple vendor and buys one more before he closes. "Thanks, doll." she says. a look of confusion crosses her face. "I don't know where that is coming from."
Nov 26 20:55:43 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "I came to California to get away from the insane clowns. I guess they're everywhere." she mumbles as she turns around, her grace and beauty causing several men to look at her. One man grabs her but she contorts her body in such a way that he souldn't hold onto her. Slapping the man's face, she truns and stalks off. "Animals."
Nov 26 20:59:51 :: (GC) Siol echoed: With a few words of power, Salem holds out his hands and makes a snapping gesture, and the demon on the ground howls in pain as a loud crack noise can be heard, it's spine snapping. Taking this cue, Guillaume moves with completely inhuman speed and jumps down to the paralyzed demon. He places the gun to his head and then speaks. "In nomine patris, et spiritu sancti, and all of that other bullshit. Time to go back to Hell you stupid motherfucker." He squeezes the trigger and unloads the clip into the 
Nov 26 21:00:21 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Time to go back to Hell you stupid motherfucker." He squeezes the trigger and unloads the clip into the creatures head, the flesh and skull being torn apart into nothing. The clones of the demon writhe and then explode in bursts of light, leaving Guillaume standing above the creature, covered in black blood.
Nov 26 21:00:53 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The alternate figures fade away into nothingness moments after.
Nov 26 21:19:36 :: (GC) Chronos snoops Marie
Nov 26 21:19:57 :: (GC) Chronos stops snooping
Nov 26 21:22:14 :: (GC) Cheezie snoops Marie
Nov 26 21:29:12 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Mmming in his throat Kostya looks down at Coco with a predatory smile "I think I like. " he says, his hands falling to the waist of the waif-like young woman. 
Nov 26 21:34:02 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Glancing over at the naked woman the tall russian laughs sneering a little "Shuttup" he says attempting to turn Coco at the same time bending her little frame over the bed directly atop the naked woman "I tell you what I want , when I want." 
Nov 26 21:53:53 :: (GC) Coco rposed: "It didn't the other times you drank, and when I drink from you, does it hurt?" She offers him a lopsided grin and reaches to undo his pants. "I'm gonna give you... uhm... a minute to decide how."
Nov 26 21:55:40 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Stepping out of his pants, no underwear on beneath Kostya looks down at Coco "What are my options?" he asks continuing to play coy.
Nov 26 21:58:40 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marie to save
Nov 26 22:07:59 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marie to save
Nov 26 22:08:03 :: (GC) Chronos forced all to save
Nov 26 22:09:33 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marie to save
Nov 26 22:11:21 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marie to save
Nov 26 22:12:22 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marie to save
Nov 26 22:12:27 :: (GC) Cheezie stops snooping
Nov 26 22:13:20 :: (GC) Siol forced Kostya to save
Nov 26 22:15:03 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Kostya to save
Nov 26 22:21:56 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marie to save
Nov 26 22:32:56 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marie to save
Nov 26 22:34:36 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: With a rueful relenting smile the large russian kisses Coco upon the lips wrapping his fingers in her hair, pulling it a little he says "Eh you are still my bitch" he laughs a touch of sarcasm to his words, unconcered with the nearbye corpse.
Nov 26 22:42:36 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There is a roaring thunderous sound comming from the east, as it Becomes louder and louder, its obvious that it is big motorcycles and more then just one. Other sounds like hootering and hollering come from the same directions. As the riders now appear they seem to be having a good time, they are now waiting for a trafic light to turn green when the apparent leader leans over his bike to speak to a black man who has his radio on full. "Turn that fucken rubish off before i fucken rape you and that pe
Nov 26 22:42:56 :: (GC) Carl rposed: peice of shit car.." He then takes out a sawn off shotgun and aims it at the man." The bikers start to laugh hard, as if its a great joke
Nov 26 22:43:46 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marie to save
Nov 26 22:51:40 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Nov 26 23:22:49 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There is a roaring thunderous sound comming from the east, as it Becomes louder and louder, its obvious that it is big motorcycles and more then just one. Other sounds like hootering and hollering come from the same directions. As the riders now appear they seem to be having a good time, they are now waiting for a trafic light to turn green when the apparent leader leans over his bike to speak to a black man who has his radio on full. "Turn that fucken rubish off before i fucken rape you and that pe
Nov 26 23:23:10 :: (GC) Carl rposed: peice of shit car.." He then takes out a sawn off shotgun and aims it at the man." The bikers start to laugh hard, as if its a great joke
Nov 26 23:26:07 :: (GC) Marie rposed: ooc thanks both of you
Nov 26 23:27:07 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She would bend down to pick it up as the cat became startled, its tail wafting about in annoyance and fear. She simply stood on the side of the street watching the bikers and stroking her kitty comfortingly.
Nov 26 23:33:05 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She put the cat down at her feet, giving it one last stroke before leaving it be. She smoothed her hands down herself then stuck her tongue out at the man on the bike, "Atleast I know how to do multiplication you big meanie head."
Nov 26 23:35:32 :: (GC) Carl rposed: the bikers sorounding carl give off a whooo sound as they look to carl, they start to point towards Carl and laugh as they are now making fun of him. " Multiplication...." Carl seems to be thinking as he taps his chin then strockes his beard. " Isnt that where young girls get older and start to notice thier fucken bodies changing?"
Nov 26 23:36:57 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She'd tilt her head to the side,"I guess so, but no matter how much I multiply I can't get three people to equal one brain."
Nov 26 23:44:17 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looked down at her cat then back at the man. The other two bikers didn't even seem to realize she'd insulted them too, "I'd hold up enough fingers to tell you how old I really am but I think that might be too much for your peanut to handle. Also, the ride might be fun, but if training wheel one and two here, one comes after two by the way, move from your side, I might fall and hit my head on the same stupid rock you did."
Nov 26 23:51:01 :: (GC) Carl rposed: mouth. "Sorry about that little boy, dont coppy what i say
Nov 26 23:56:45 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She ignored the biker and bent down, petting her cat lightly, she whispers something into its ear and the cat shoots off down the street. Standing back up she looks at them then rolls her eyes.
Nov 27 00:02:02 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shakes her head, "I think idiot has too many letters in it for you to understand. Nevermind."
Nov 27 07:29:42 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 07:42:48 :: (GC) Faristil forced Marie to aura 
Nov 27 08:00:37 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: A dark haired man, leans over the railing looking over at the moon lit ocean. His arms are crossed and support him on the railing, while his hands hold up his chin. His eyes are blank and lost in thought.
Nov 27 08:03:43 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She walked along with the black cat at her feet, keeping in perfect pace with her, its tail held high as they both strode alone. She looked out at the ocean and tilted her head a little, "We should go swim -- No? Okay, your such a spoilsport then. But your still cute, atleast you have that." She bent down and started scratching the cat behind the ears, earning a meow from it, "Yes you are, such a pretty little kitty. Yes you are."
Nov 27 08:06:57 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man turned and looked at the young girl approaching. A slight bit of confusion overcomes him for a second. "Out a little late arn't we?" He looked back and forth between her and the cat before turning around. He reached into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out a silver case. Flipping it open he removed a cigar, then bit off the end and spit it to the side.
Nov 27 08:09:28 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She patted the cat one more before standing fully and looking at the man taking the cigar out, "Bringing on an early death aren't we?" She looked down at the cat and smiled, making a peace sign to it. She ignored the man and started skipping around the cat chanting, "Pretty kitty. Pretty kitty. Such an itty bitty pretty kitty."
Nov 27 08:12:42 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man just laughed. "We all have to die sometime or another." He pulls out a wooden match and strikes it against his thumbnail. He pulls slightly on the end of the cigar bringing a bright glow to the tip. "And besides your not helping your life any either, You never know what kind of monsters come out at night."
Nov 27 08:14:08 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shrugged, she wasn't really bothered about it, "Well then, what I don't know won't hurt me then will it." She went back to her skipping, only without the chanting this time.
Nov 27 08:16:22 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man smiled. "Your a brave little girl, You remind me so much of Maria." He takes a long draw on the end of the cigar, blowing a ring of smoke out. "There are grown ups in this town that would have no problem hurting you. Where are your parents?" He turned around and faced the ocean.
Nov 27 08:17:16 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She stopped skipping and looked sad at the mention of her parents and simply shrugged, then looked through the rails at the ocean.
Nov 27 08:19:41 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man looked down at her. "Your an Orphan..." He paused and muttered quitely under his breath. "Who is taking care of you?" He took another long draw from the cigar, the strong aroma now drifting around him.
Nov 27 08:21:52 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shook her head, "I wasn't an Orphan........But that was before I developed this ph-pho-photo-sensitivity and couldn't go out in the day. I guess I'm alone now though. Well, I have my kitty, but I think its been about a week now. I'm doing okay."
Nov 27 08:24:43 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man smiles at the little girl. "Well, that isn't the end of the world. There are plenty of people in this city that live their lives at night. When you grow up, you will have plent of options open to you." He crosses his hands over the edge of the railing, letting the cigar hang slightly. He then looks down at the kitten. "Does your cat have a name?"
Nov 27 08:27:23 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she bent down and picked the cat up under the arms, much to its dismay it would seem by the look in its eyes,"This is Luci." The cat meows, though whether in greeting or dismay, it is not clear. She put Luci back down and the cat entwined itself in her legs, "My Sire - - Serv - - lady told me everything would be okay in time but then she left and didn't come back."
Nov 27 08:30:35 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man lifts his eye brow then bends down slightly. His voice very low and quite. "That tounge can be a dangerous thing, its best to keep it in check." He then stands back up and takes another draw from his cigar, with his other hand he reaches into his pocket looking for something.
Nov 27 08:31:17 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looked down at Luci then up at the man, "Why?"
Nov 27 08:33:27 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man scans around, and shakes his head. "This is not a good place to talk." His voice was still low, and only someone with keen ears and the young girl could have heard this. "Follow me, it might be best if we talk."
Nov 27 08:33:48 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she nodded before following the man.
Nov 27 08:36:09 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haird man walks into a deserted cemetary, his cigar now all but burnt out. He puts it out on one of the gravestones, then flicks the butt off into the grass. He takes a seat on one of the grave stones. "This should do nicely."
Nov 27 08:38:19 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she nodded.
Nov 27 08:41:02 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man looks around, the grave yard was completely empty. "Im going to be quite frank with you, You let something like that slip agian and the prince will have your head." He reaches into his coat agian, this time pulling out a silver pocket watch and checking the time. "When where you embraced, and what have you been told?"
Nov 27 08:42:57 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looked down at Luci and back up at the man, "Prince? Oooooooooooh you mean like frog prince? Can I be the princess? Can I? Can I? I've never been embraced before. Except by my mom....Embrace means hug right....Yeah, it does. Oooh, I want to be embraced by a prince and taken to his castle."
Nov 27 08:45:20 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man places the pocket watch back into his jacket. He then stands up and pops his neck and then his fingers agian. "Listen girl, Im trying to help you." His eyes narrowing slightly then he turns his back to the girl. "Now please let me help you."
Nov 27 08:46:21 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She jumps up and down squaling slightly, "You can take me to a prince....Ooooooooooooooooh."
Nov 27 08:48:58 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man growls slightly then calms himself back down. "The prince isn't a person you want to meet girl, He may very well hurt you." He turns to the girl and bends down. "You told me that a lady told you somethings, who was this lady and what did she tell you?"
Nov 27 08:52:26 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She glared at the man, "Well....She told me I was photosensitive now and that if I went out in the daylight then I'd die. She also said I'd have to drink from people to live nowadays...And that I was something called a La...La slober? I think it was a La Slober....But I don't drool at all, so I guess I'm not one. Thats all she told me before she left a week ago."
Nov 27 08:54:32 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man shakes his head, a sad look of his face. "Fucking lazy Sires... Lasombra..." He corrected her mispronuciation. "Is anyone taking care of you now?"
Nov 27 08:54:57 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She simply shook her head, "Just me..and Luci."
Nov 27 08:56:48 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man scratches his chin thoughtfully. "Do you have a place to stay?" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small black cell phone. Flipping it open he begins to search for something in his phone.
Nov 27 08:57:56 :: (GC) Marie rposed: "I have everything covered, I'm fine. I was told not to take anything from anyone either, so I'm not gonna."
Nov 27 08:59:15 :: (GC) Siol forced Salem to save
Nov 27 09:00:36 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Lifting his eye brow the man stares at the girl. "You can't just run around on your own." He keeps cycling though the phone. "Where you told anything about keeping this a secret?"
Nov 27 09:02:47 :: (GC) Marie rposed: shaking her head, "No, I was told I would become powerful and there was no reason to hide from the cattle....But why would I hide from cows? And this is Los Angeles, there are no fields for miles."
Nov 27 09:06:09 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man takes in a long deep breath. "Damn, can you tell me this womans name?" He reaches for another cigar.
Nov 27 09:07:05 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looked up at the man, "Momma."
Nov 27 09:08:59 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Letting out a long sigh, he shakes his head. "Do you know her name? Or can you tell me your name?" He bites off the end of the cigar and spits it to the side, he strikes another match and lights it. He then sits back as to not blow smoke in her face.
Nov 27 09:10:19 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She nodded, "Her name was Momma...I dunno..I did mention she disappeared about a week ago right? I've only known her for a week. And my names Marie."
Nov 27 09:14:12 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man kneels down, holding the lit cigar off to the side. "Humm, do you know what she looked like? Or where you met her?" His brows starting to curl, but taking deep breaths to calm himself.
Nov 27 09:15:16 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shook her head, "I don't remember where I met her, I just remember waking up. But she had long black hair, and tanned skin and was tall, she was pretty but I don't know where she is."
Nov 27 09:19:03 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: He reaches into his pocket and draws out a small card. He holds the card out to the young girl. The words 'Matteo De Luca, The Beretta Company USA" Then an address in Bel Air, followed by a cell phone number. "If you need anything at all, you give me a call." He stands up and begins to walk out of the graveyard. "Also, don't say anything to anyone about what we talked about understand, this is our little secret."
Nov 27 09:19:52 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she took the card and watches as the man walks away, she shrugged, "Sure."
Nov 27 09:27:10 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 10:01:20 :: (GC) Raven rposed: jumps up and down, Raven does.
Nov 27 10:11:26 :: (GC) Faristil forced Thomas to save
Nov 27 10:11:34 :: (GC) Faristil forced Thomas to save
Nov 27 10:12:03 :: (GC) Faristil forced Thomas to sco
Nov 27 10:12:20 :: (GC) Faristil forced Thomas to sco
Nov 27 10:17:12 :: (GC) Faristil reset zone 1 (Los Angeles)
Nov 27 10:17:31 :: (GC) Faristil reset zone 1 (Los Angeles)
Nov 27 10:19:49 :: (GC) Marie rposed: The cat would be noticed first, strolling along the road followed by a small girl with long shimmering blonde hair.
Nov 27 10:23:02 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she walked upto the man, poking something on the Bike carefully, "Whatcha dooooooin?"
Nov 27 10:27:51 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looks confused and stares at the bike, "You have a girl bike......I have a girl kitty." She beams happily.
Nov 27 10:30:18 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She nodded, "Yeah, she pee-pees in the street, theres no mess for me to clean-up, cause poopy is icky."
Nov 27 10:33:24 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she shook her head, "No, I'm fine. Thank you."
Nov 27 10:40:04 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She sits down on the ground and picks the cat up, placing it on her lap, "Chocolate is good, just not for my kitty, chocolate makes her gassy, and nobody likes a gassy kitty."
Nov 27 10:43:12 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 10:47:47 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she shook her head, "I'm not alone, i have Kitty."
Nov 27 10:48:21 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 10:54:19 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 10:56:26 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 10:58:53 :: (GC) Faristil forced Xeth to color complete
Nov 27 11:11:37 :: (GC) Faristil forced Xeth to stset xeth info1 Testing
Nov 27 11:11:41 :: (GC) Faristil forced Xeth to stset xeth imminfo1 Testing
Nov 27 11:45:56 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she shrugs, "I like it out here, its nice at night."
Nov 27 11:48:36 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Her eyes would go wide as she nodded her head repeatedly, "Yeeeah sure."
Nov 27 11:51:56 :: (GC) Marie rposed: looks over the cards and nods.
Nov 27 11:56:14 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looks around, looking to see if anyone saw, "I thought you weren't meant to do things like that or the prin ce will have your head," she says lowly.
Nov 27 11:59:39 :: (GC) Marie rposed: tilts her head to the side curiously, "So your a human?"
Nov 27 11:59:45 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she tilts her head to the side curiously, "So your a human?"
Nov 27 12:02:51 :: (GC) Marie rposed: shrugs, "I dunno, I think there might be another world somewhere with big monsters."
Nov 27 12:03:03 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she shrugs, "I dunno, I think there might be another world somewhere with big monsters."
Nov 27 12:05:50 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shrugs, "I like humans, especially pretty ladies, they're so pretty."
Nov 27 12:08:52 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she tilts her head, "Then why can't I go out in sunlight?"
Nov 27 12:13:33 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She sighs, "I said....Why can't I go out in sunlight. I wanna play at the park with the other kids."
Nov 27 12:19:00 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shrugged, "Nah, I already got help from this man named Matteo."
Nov 27 12:21:16 :: (GC) Marie rposed: shrugs, "I dunno, he was in a suit though."
Nov 27 13:07:17 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: The vendors call out their wares as the young woman walks by them. She waves to the apple farmer and he tosses her a Gala. She catches it and rubs it on her shirt. Waving her thanks, she sinks her teeth into the crunchy sweet fruit. Her eyes flit along the other vendors. One in particular catches her eye as she walks by. "How much is this one?" she asks, pointing to a small bracelet. The man gives her a number and she pays for it. "Thanks."
Nov 27 13:10:31 :: (GC) Robert rposed: The whine of a high performance engine can be heard as a rucumbant motorcycle comes to a stop outside the market. Black and gold with deep purple hues that catch the light, it looks as though its come right out on an anime or magna comic. Slipping from the seat a young attractive man turns off the engine and heads into the market proper, slipping the keys into his pocket. Dressed in black jeans, a pair of black lugz, and a mesh tank top he looks like your run of the mill urban youth.
Nov 27 13:21:49 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: As she sinks her teeth into the apple again, she pulls off a bite and makes a show of eating it. "Ever hear of an apple a day?" Looking to the old man, she lofts a finely shaped brow. "Latin hmm? That's an old language to know. Rather dead, don't you think?" As a few people pass her, they catch her gaze and can't seem to take their eyes off of hers. After stumbling a little, they keep going on their way. She smirks and watches the people walk off before she looks back to the man with the pocket rock
Nov 27 13:22:05 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "I have a feeling your bike will kill you before this apple kills me."
Nov 27 13:47:09 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: As Robert works with the vial of crimson, the young woman tilts her head. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Robert, and Coco." she smiles to the little woman, running her eyes over her slight form. "Some sun might do you some good. And a nice meal." she offers "You seem very pale. " her shoulders shrug as the waif seems to tense. "People around here aren't supposed to be this uptight. New York is better than LA that way it seems." 
Nov 27 14:00:29 :: (GC) Raven rposed: A lone man walks down the street heading east on Cypress. Dressed in a dark jacket and black pants, he seems to blend in with the scenery as he passes by a group of people. Glancing up only briefly, his deep blue eyes seem to analyze his surroundings. As they pass over a single woman with purple hair, something flashes within him and he stops moving. For several moments he simply stands and watches her, a slightly confused expression on his face.
Nov 27 14:02:51 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: As the woman turns away, she catches the glance of the blue eyed man, but then averts her own gaze. "Have fun Miss Coco, Mister Latin." with those last words, she winks and walks off to the east.
Nov 27 14:23:33 :: (GC) Robert rposed: A black rucumbant motorcycle with purple two tone hues drives off rapidly with two riders..
Nov 27 14:54:00 :: (GC) Raven rposed: "I have to go. Perhaps I could buy you some dinner one night to make up for running off." Taking a small card from his pocket he hands it to you. The business card is completely blank except for a printed phone number. "Call me." He says simply before walking off into the night.
Nov 27 15:15:12 :: (GC) Robert rposed: A black rucumbant motorcycle with two passengers pulls up next to the curb beside the young girl. The male offers a smile and a wave, cigarette in hand, "Hey lil one."
Nov 27 15:16:29 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looks up from playing with her cat at the two on the motorcycle, "Hello."
Nov 27 15:21:59 :: (GC) Marie rposed: The cat slides behind the girl and entwines itself in her legs and looks over to the other woman. Marie herself tilts her head, "OOooh, a princess?"
Nov 27 15:23:12 :: (GC) Faristil rposed: Chuckling a bit as he returns the hug looking over to the woman.  "Hey, isn't that just one of Kostya's Ho's?"  He says grinning.  "I'm a King missy, I'm one step up."  He cackles.
Nov 27 15:24:41 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Chuckling a bit as he returns the hug looking over to the woman.  "Hey, isn't that just one of Kostya's Ho's?"  He says grinning.  "I'm a King missy, I'm one step up."  He cackles.
Nov 27 15:31:41 :: (GC) Marie rposed: looks from the woman to the man who called her a hoe, "She doesn't look like a garden tool.......Does she like digging?" She turns to the man and glares at him, "Dont be a big meanie head just cause your not good at gardening you you.....you....MEANIE!!!" She turned back to the lady, "Mhm..I'm photosensitive."
Nov 27 15:31:50 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she looks from the woman to the man who called her a hoe, "She doesn't look like a garden tool.......Does she like digging?" She turns to the man and glares at him, "Dont be a big meanie head just cause your not good at gardening you you.....you....MEANIE!!!" She turned back to the lady, "Mhm..I'm photosensitive."
Nov 27 15:32:44 :: (GC) Faristil forced Xeth to save
Nov 27 15:34:58 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Coco turns her head and smirks at the old man, "I guess you could say I'm one'a his... but I ain't put out yet, so I guess that strikes out the hoes." Reaching up to adjust the glasses on her face, she gives the young girl a lopsided grin and nods to her, "I love diggin' little bite, but only the gold kind."
Nov 27 15:38:59 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 15:39:06 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 15:40:15 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The roar of a high performance engine can be heard from several blocks away as someone approaches. A blur of motion indicates the presence of a person, and Guillaume screams down the street on his machine, blowing by the group at about one fifty. Catching sight of them, he quickly downshifts and slows his speed until a bit farther up the street, where he turns, and at a more safe speed, gets back to the group.
Nov 27 15:41:05 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 15:41:56 :: (GC) Faristil forced Xeth to save
Nov 27 15:44:51 :: (GC) Faristil forced Guillaume to save
Nov 27 15:47:46 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 16:08:16 :: (GC) Marie rposed: looks at the man indignantly as he pets her cat.
Nov 27 16:08:25 :: (GC) Faristil forced Gabriel to aura
Nov 27 16:08:26 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Marie looks at the man indignantly as he pets her cat.
Nov 27 16:09:49 :: (GC) Faristil forced Gabriel to status 5- Prince
Nov 27 16:12:50 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She bent down and picked the cat up from under the mans hand, "Don't touch Luci, Luci is mine."
Nov 27 16:20:04 :: (GC) Marie rposed: tilts her head at the vial of crimson, "Whats that?"
Nov 27 16:20:09 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Marie tilts her head at the vial of crimson, "Whats that?"
Nov 27 16:27:49 :: (GC) Marie rposed: shakes her head, 
Nov 27 16:28:49 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Marie shakes her head, "I don't go out in daylight anymore so this is just past my waking time, and no you can't have my cat, keep away from her and me." 
Nov 27 16:35:08 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Marie smiled sweetly at the man, "Which is exactly why your not getting to hold her."
Nov 27 16:36:06 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The cat seems to tense up a moment and it hisses loudly, hair standing up on end. It bites at whomever is closest to it, seeming to be set on edge suddenly.
Nov 27 16:37:10 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The cat lunges and takes a chunk out of Robert's leg, causing no real damage, but it would still hurt like all holy hell.
Nov 27 16:37:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DIn the midst of the Elysium stands a hispanic figure dressed in a conservative black suit. He stands entirely still, two very large traschcans sit next to him, and four tendrils of pure shadow sweep about the floor, grabbing large clumps of dead rats from the floor and depositing them into the trashcans. The hispanic man glances down for a moment, letting out a sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose and the shadows do their work. "DrFucking incompetent fools....@D"
Nov 27 16:38:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DIn the midst of the Elysium stands a hispanic figure dressed in a conservative black suit. He stands entirely still, two very large traschcans sit next to him, and four tendrils of pure shadow sweep about the floor, grabbing large clumps of dead rats from the floor and depositing them into the trashcans. The hispanic man glances down for a moment, letting out a sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose and the shadows do their work. "@rFucking incompetent fools....@D"
Nov 27 16:40:55 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Light footsteps can be heard coming down the hallway as the white clad figure of Gabriel moves gracefully into view, his hands are tucked firmly into his pant pockets and his eyes dart rapidly as if taking in the sights for the first time. A faint smirk crosses his lips as he hears a voice and soon sees a face to put with it, "Incompetent fools eh? should learn to clean up after themselves" 
Nov 27 16:46:33 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Marie turned towards Salem, her face becoming a picture of anger and her voice raising,"WHATEVER YOUR DOING TO LUCI -STOP-!!!!!"
Nov 27 17:02:20 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man turns slowly, adjusting his tie as his eyes fall on the prince. The shadows continue their work as he bows, his features falling placid, tone respectable as he says "@rGood Evening, your Majesty.@D"
Nov 27 17:03:06 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The thundering roar of a harley davidson motorcycle can be heard in the distance as the monster approaches, a tall man sitting astride it casting his gaze about slowly before directing forward. Long brown hair flutters behind from the blowing wind and speed of the bike, his hands keeping a firm grip on bike itself as be brings it to a slow halt.
Nov 27 17:03:59 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: A sudden spot of light begins to spread, starting at the top of the young girls head and spreading out until there is a four foot circle of sunlight around her, as though the dawn's rays were pouring through the darkness, just for her.
Nov 27 17:06:10 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @D"@RGood evening Sheriff, how goes the night?@D" the princes eyes focused on the shadows as they moved, a faint bit of interest sparkling in his eyes before they moved to trace the figure of the sheriff. 
Nov 27 17:06:54 :: (GC) Coco rposed: As if Coco wasn't agitated enough by the cat, the sudden appearance of sunlight around the young girl causes her to back up a little. A sneer grows on her face and she glances over to Robert, "I'ma get gone, your little bite over there is frikkin' creepy."
Nov 27 17:07:56 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suit-garbed fellow straightens, letting out an audible cough as he adjust his tie with both hands, yet again. "@rAs all others, your Majesty. Full of work and failures.@D" He chuckles, turning back to direct the shadows with more detail, although a few words rise over his shoulder now and then. "@rThe deceased Nosferatu Primogen caused this mess... You won't need to worry about him anymore.@D"
Nov 27 17:11:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @D The prince raises an eyebrow, a curious look over taking his features, "@RSo I have been informed...tell me, once you are done with this mess what business do you have for the eve?@D" he moved to cross his arms over his chest, his eyes narrowing on the sheriff for the moment.
Nov 27 17:16:13 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Suddenly, there is the sound of metal snapping and cracking as the fire hydrant explodes on the side, dousing the small girl in water like tidal wave, knocking her off her feet and sending her about 10 feet down the street.
Nov 27 17:45:23 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @D The blonde man dressed in white sits silently in his seat, his eyes cast foward onto the stage as if expecting to see something but knowing nothing would be there.
Nov 27 17:47:47 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @D Upon hearing the voice of person behind him the prince turns his head slowly nodding firmly toward the primogen, "@RTake a seat next to me@D"
Nov 27 17:56:46 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe door to the theatre room opens slowly, and an authoritative hispanic man steps in, a black trenchcoat swaying about his muscular form. As he approaches the front row, his hands move up to adjust the black tie hanging down his front, as he stuffs it underneath the jacket of his black suit. His dark eyes give the theatre a look-over as he approaches the front row, his cold sights moving up and down the three occupants. He gives a nod to Luke, before bowing stiffly to the prince. "@rEvening Primo
Nov 27 17:56:59 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rEvening Primogen, and your Majesty.@D"
Nov 27 17:59:36 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @DGabriel cracks a half smile as the Sheriff enters the room, his eyes move between each person present and he stands from his seat moving gracefully foward before turning to face those seated, "@RI'm glad that you are here, there are a few things that I want to say, before I hold my first court... Sheriff, please take a seat beside the others@D" that said he folded his arms casually behind his back.
Nov 27 18:03:58 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A creek can be heard outside the door, as if a metal hinge opening and shutting.
Nov 27 18:09:59 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth moves, sitting down beside the others, albeit reluctantly. He sighs audibly before turning to watch the Prince, his fingers moving to rub at his temples now and then.@W
Nov 27 18:18:33 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth simply watches with a detached look, fixing his tie unnecessarily now and then. His dark eyes fall on the Prince, then upon Raven, then upon noone in particular. He remains silent and for the most part, still.
Nov 27 18:22:29 :: (GC) Luke rposed: After waiting quietly, he stands up, being the last.  "I'm Luke Salaam, 8th Generation Tremere, I have served as primogen for sometime here."  He says, sitting back down.
Nov 27 18:23:48 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth raises a finger, staring off in front of him as his exasperated voice sounds out. "@rKenneth Giles, Sheriff.@D"
Nov 27 18:26:20 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A loud knock comes at the door.
Nov 27 18:35:28 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "this seat, and I will use everything it grants me to better us all.. I am firm in my decisions and harsh in my punishments.. When I make up my mind it is very hard to change, that also said I will hear any of you when you need my ear if I am not busy... but I expect you will respect and obey my decisions and if you have problems with them you bring them to my attention, any questions or comments?" his demeanor became very stern, as he looked from one to the other.
Nov 27 18:39:23 :: (GC) Faristil forced Ran to aura
Nov 27 18:41:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth glances to the sheriff, his expression unchanging. "@rI am rather ill-tempered at the moment, Majesty. I hold no hostility to any in this room, but our security in this building has been compromised, the security of my haven has been compromised, and there are Sabbat running rampant in the city with rocket-propelled weaponry.@D" He slowly stands, sighing as he adjust his tie. "@rI have been attacked with this weaponry, and by a member of our very Sect. I am sorry, but these past few weeks 
Nov 27 18:41:48 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rI am sorry, but these past few weeks have been somewhat harrowing.@D" He turns to leave, before glancing back and raising an eyebrow "@rMight I be permitted to take my leave and check up on things at the beach? I've spent the last couple of ours cleaning rat corpses from our now useless elysium, due to the folly of my peers.@D" He sighs yet again, glancing to Luke, before looking back to the Prince. "@rI mean no disrespect, sir, its only that I seem to be the only one handling things as of late
Nov 27 18:42:08 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rI mean no disrespect, sir, its only that I seem to be the only one handling things as of late, other than Primogen James and Luke, who seem to be productive enough. I need a moment to check on things in my domain.@D"
Nov 27 18:45:53 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @DThe princes eyes narrowed even more on the sheriff as he listened to his words, insted of replying however he took a moment to nod to Luke, "@RThank you@D" he then turned his attention back to the sheriff, "@RYou may have your leave, and I understand your frustration, I personally thank you for the cleaning of the rodents, I would have done it myself if need be...though I can promise I would have been angry... Go see to your domain, and look into who brought those rats here, if you find out come s
Nov 27 18:46:44 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @Rstraight to me@D" he turned his attention back to the group, "#R Do the rest of you feel Elysium has been compromised?" 
Nov 27 18:46:56 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @Rstraight to me@D" he turned his attention back to the group, "@R Do the rest of you feel Elysium has been compromised?" 
Nov 27 18:47:18 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Nov 27 18:50:43 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Nov 27 19:16:18 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Nodding slowly, Luke responds.  "Well, simply, we need a Keeper of Elysium assigned, quickly.  I'm sure we have the resources to have a larger more secure facility constructed.  Perhaps we should contact someone to begin planning a complex.  We could integrate security measures into that design."  He pauses.  "Manpower of course is needed as well."  He nods.
Nov 27 19:16:27 :: (GC) Raven rposed: ensured and maintained."
Nov 27 19:21:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: into it that, along with searching for a worthy keeper, might you have anyone in mind Mr.Primogen?" 
Nov 27 19:26:10 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Reaching down into the saddle bag with his other hand he grabs his Ipod and sets it into his pocket before putting in his earphones.
Nov 27 19:48:53 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: this as quiet as possible, between just us for the time being, I cannot risk another compromise before we even have somewhere else to go"
Nov 27 19:52:29 :: (GC) Chronos forced Beatrice to save
Nov 27 20:03:45 :: (GC) Chronos forced Beatrice to save
Nov 27 20:12:30 :: (GC) Faristil forced Beatrice to score2
Nov 27 20:25:36 :: (GC) Faristil forced Beatrice to save
Nov 27 20:26:22 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Looking up Salem says "What the fuck am I looking for?" 
Nov 27 20:30:13 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: she expects to see a very angry man behind her. Her heart pounds in her chest and cold sweat beads on her skin. Uncontrolable shivering takes over her body as she turns around. "No one." she sighs deeply and she runs out of the room.
Nov 27 20:33:56 :: (GC) Faristil forced Beatrice to status Primogen - 3
Nov 27 20:37:04 :: (GC) Faristil forced Beatrice to doing is standing around
Nov 27 20:37:35 :: (GC) Faristil forced Beatrice to aura
Nov 27 20:37:38 :: (GC) Faristil forced Beatrice to save
Nov 27 20:53:57 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @DRaven tilts his head and chuckles softly. "@rI wasn't following you this time,@D" He replies raising his hands in the universal sign of surrender. "@rActually, I was sitting here trying to draw up some inspiration.@D" He says with a slight grin. "@rDo you mind if I sit down? I could use some company right now..@D"
Nov 27 20:57:21 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Just fine an' dandy, Prince," is the jaunty reply as she pats her purple gamboy lightly against her leg. Beatrice's eyes sparkle a bit as she asks, "Any mischief afoot or business I shoul' be 'ware of?"
Nov 27 20:59:53 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: lifts a hand to run his fingers through his hair, "Actually, I don't know if you read my orders or not, but the security of Elysium has perhaps been compromised...so should you hear anything about that do let me know, outside of that all seems to be decently silent for the moment, is there anything in perticular you'd like to do?" 
Nov 27 21:00:08 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Gabriel lifts a hand to run his fingers through his hair, "Actually, I don't know if you read my orders or not, but the security of Elysium has perhaps been compromised...so should you hear anything about that do let me know, outside of that all seems to be decently silent for the moment, is there anything in perticular you'd like to do?" 
Nov 27 21:01:34 :: (GC) Cheezie snoops Marie
Nov 27 21:01:50 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @D Raven smiles softly and sits down in the seat. Placing his magazine on the table he slides it toward the woman. As you see it, you notice that it is a security system magazine detailing various alarm systems. "@RI'm trying to decide on which systems to work with,@D" He says by way of explanation. "@RI'm thinking of purchasing a home here during my stay, and I want to make sure my privacy is respected.@D"
Nov 27 21:07:52 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Nodding, Beatrice brings the fingertips of her free hand to play at her chin as she speaks, "Of course I read and did and all, though I look forward ta reclaiming my .38 when 'ah leave. As far as anything in particular, I can't rightly think of nothin'. Though you know I'm always up for some 'xitement." She grins, a mischevious sparkle in her emerald eyes.
Nov 27 21:13:04 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @D Tilting his head, Raven rests his deep blue eyes on the woman and frowns a little. "@r Are you alright?@D" He asks slightly concerned at the sudden paling of the woman's skin. "@r You seem uneasy.@D" Looking down to the magazine he thinks. "@rWell, primarily I'm looking for something physical as opposed to electronic. I was looking at this one,@D" He continues pointing to a particular product. "@rIf you fail to punch in the correct code, a large metal sheet comes down blocking the doorway. It's t
Nov 27 21:13:50 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @r"It's the same type used by many museums guarding valuable artefacts.@D"
Nov 27 21:16:37 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: The din of the truckers raucous laughter doesn't seem to bother Rhiannon in the least. She merely looks at you with unbelieving eyes. "What in the world do you have that you need this much protection? Certainly you don't have a Picasso tucked away in your home, and if you did, even that amount of security wouldn't be needed." She takes a sip of her flattening soda and makes a face. "Ugh, I hate flat soda, it's horrible, don't you think?"
Nov 27 21:21:14 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @D Raven purses his lips thoughtfully as you talk about the soda and responds with a simple, "@rHmmm.@D" Returning his attention to your eyes he looks into them for several long moments before shrugging. "@rCall me eccentric, but my privacy is exceptionally important to me. One can never be too careful, especially in a city as...varied as Los Angeles.@D"
Nov 27 21:26:41 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "O'course, Prince. I will do that 'soon as I can find where'tis. I'll see what I can find out for ya. Something to do inbetween catchin critters in pokeballs," the elderly woman grins sheepishly as she raps her fingers lightly on the case of the gameboy that has yet to move from her hands.
Nov 27 21:28:43 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @D Shaking his head he chuckles softly. "@rI simply mean that one hears of a great many burglaries and what not in this city,@D" He replies with a dashing smile. "@rThough I imagine New Orleans is actually much better since the Hurricane. At any rate, its something that requires some thought.@D" As you ask about Illume, his face darkens a little and he cocks his head to the side. "@rA sad story,@D" He replies softly. "@rNothing more.@D" 
Nov 27 21:31:59 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: As Rhiannon listens to the man, she looks at him a little skeptically. "A sad story? That's too bad. I assure you that my story isn't as sad nor will it end up being sad."  A waitress stops by the booth and waits for the order. "Could I have a tea? Hot tea please?" Rhiannon asks as she shivers. The waitress looks at the man, waiting for his order
Nov 27 21:38:43 :: (GC) Raven rposed: Giving the woman another dashing smile, Raven nods his head. "@rI suppose that was unnecessarily vague.@D" He replies, his face baring a slightly apologetic look. "@rShe was an extraordinary woman when I knew her. A dancer like you, with the grace of a jungle cat and the wit and intelligence of a politician. She had a lot of potential, but something held her back.@D" He sighs softly and pulls a crisp twenty from his pocket and hands it to the waitress. "@rJust the tea for the lady,@D" He says to her
Nov 27 21:46:47 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @D Raven smiles thoughtfully and nods as you speak on the security system. "@rMy thoughts exactly,@D" He replies as the waitress returns a moment later with your tea. As she goes to hand him back his change, he waves her off dismissively. "@rIt's yours.@D" He says to the woman, sending her on her way. As his thoughts return to Illume his smile turns wistful. "@rI never knew what it was that held her back. Everyone has a past, I suppose. My guess is that somewhere along the way she got it in her head
Nov 27 21:47:17 :: (GC) Raven rposed: "My guess is that she got it in her head that she could only be one thing. And that was what she was."
Nov 27 21:49:41 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: The waitress beams a smile at the man and hurries off to tell of the tipper at booth 2. Rhiannon took notice of the exchange between waitress and man and she becomes rather uneasy again. "What do you do for a living Mister Martin?" she asks, a little skeptical. "You do legal things, right? As in, you don't push drugs or anything, or guns, or nonsense like that, right?"
Nov 27 21:49:44 :: (GC) Faristil forced Alicia to doing is standing here
Nov 27 21:49:48 :: (GC) Faristil forced Alicia to aura
Nov 27 21:49:51 :: (GC) Faristil forced Alicia to status
Nov 27 21:50:04 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 27 21:53:52 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @D Raven raises an eyebrow and shakes his head, obviously caught off guard by the woman's question. "@rOf course not,@D" He replies, chuckling heartily. "@rMy associates work in all sorts of /legal/ business enterprises. I'm currently here looking into perhaps acquiring a small import/export firm. Why do you ask?@D"
Nov 27 22:01:10 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @DRaven shrugs a little and nods. "@rTo be completely honest, I don't know if she's still alive. We only knew each other for a brief time before my attention was drawn elsewhere. I heard rumors that she had left the city, though I don't know how much stock I would put in the person spreading them. But in answer to your question, you look /exactly/ like her.@D" He replies softly. "@rWaitresses work hard, they deserve a break every once and awhile. At any rate, I have an expense account that will cove
Nov 27 22:01:18 :: (GC) Raven rposed: "Cover it."
Nov 27 22:04:21 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Standing up, not taking a second look at the tea, she offers her hand to the man. "Thank you, mister Martin. I have some things I need to take care of." she moves for the door but then stops and turns around. "Do you know the person who runs the shop across the street? He seemed to know this person as well."
Nov 27 22:26:55 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She walked along talking lowly to her cat, "And we have to be careful because someone called a prince will be a big meanie head if we say anything, I probably shouldn;t even be telling YOU this Luci, he might try to have my head anyway. But I like my head, its pretty, and I just combed my hair. Maybe we can just stay out of his way and do what we want? Yeah, Maybe Luci, but I don;t know."
Nov 27 22:31:02 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The platinum haired elderly lady perks up upon hearing the little girl's words, quickly pausing her game after murmuring to herself, "Blasted Pokemon. I will catch you varmits." She gently slides the gameboy almost delicately into her oversized black leather purse and glances to the girl curiously. "Prince, ya say, dearie?" A brow the same hue as her silvery wisps of hair arches, an amused expression on her face.
Nov 27 22:32:20 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Her eyes went wide and she looked down at her cat, "N-no. Just a story I read today. N-Nothing at all, just a fiarytale."
Nov 27 22:36:42 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Her eyes went wide and she looked down at her cat, "N-no. Just a story I read today. N-Nothing at all, just a fiarytale."
Nov 27 22:41:11 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Her emerald eyes flicker with amusement as she asks, "Well then why ever would you not be allowed to talk about it? Why faerietales can always be shared. It's the true ones that sometimes haveta lie quiet." She gives a little wink and reaches into her purse and fiddles around a moment before pulling out a zippy bag of cookies and opening it. Pulling one out, she offers it to the girl. "Want a cookie, dearie? Oh what am I saying - all little girls love cookies," the woman chuckles to herself.
Nov 27 22:44:44 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She cautiously looked at the woman before shuffling forward and taking the cookie in her delicate hand and stepping back. She broke some off and offered it to her cat, bending down as the cat bit some of the cookie, and delicately began to eat it, "But I was told by a man named Matteo that the prince would have my head if I said anything." She pouted then immediately began beaming again as she took a bite of her cookie. 
Nov 27 22:56:00 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She smiles up at the woman, immediately loosening up, "I'm Marie, and I'm ten."
Nov 27 22:59:23 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She smiles up at the woman, immediately loosening up, and discretely spitting the cookie out, "I'm Marie, and I'm ten."
Nov 27 23:07:19 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Arching a brow, Beatrice nods a little, "Well, it's niceta meet you Marie, who's ten. I'm just an 'ol dinosaur." She gives a wink before reaching her arms out and stomping around like with a rather piteous roar. "Alright, enough of that. I best get 'ta gettin. You be good now and get yourself indoors a'fore the big meanies getcha." Beatrice pulls out the gameboy and turns it back on, starting to game and walk, headed along the beach.
Nov 27 23:08:34 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She nodded, "I don't like big meanies. Come on Luci, lets go for another walk. We like walking, don't we." She giggles at the woman acting like a dinosaur then starts to ealk in the opposite direction to the woman.
Nov 28 08:11:28 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Blinking a little, she seems to wake up fully, but the fear in her eyes doesn't dimiinish, instead it grows. She remembers this room, she knows exactly where she is, but she can't be here. She shouldn't be here. "Oh God." she moans, detangling herself from the sheets and putting her bare feet on the floor. Looking down, she can see she's fully clothed, at least she had her clothes. She stands up, not bothering to look around any further. "Get out," she whispers to herself, and she starts moving to t
Nov 28 08:11:41 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "Get out," she whispers to herself, and she starts moving to the door with a purpose, but quietly.
Nov 28 08:30:29 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: woo
Nov 28 08:30:58 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 28 08:31:25 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: The shaking begins and a beaded line of sweat forms on her back. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. I don't know what posessed me to come here. I must be insane." her voice trails off as she watches you approach her. She backs up against the door and her hand searches frantically for the knob. "What do you mean, your old love? Where is she?" she asks, trying to keep the man's mind off of her.
Nov 28 08:40:40 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: test
Nov 28 08:54:20 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: looks up to you with an interested gaze, her amethyst eyes twinkling in what little light there is in the room. "I don't know why, but when I see you, I think pool table." she shrugs and her hand finds the already covered knob. Her warm, long fingered hand wraps around yours but then releases. "I'll leave now. I'm terribly sorry. I have no explination or excuse to give you. But I can assure you it won't happen again."
Nov 28 09:00:41 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Looking back up to the man, her eyes narrow. "I certainly couldn't take anything more from you. I already invaded your space. Would you allow me to buy a drink for you? Maybe some hot coffee?" She doesn't make a move to back out of the door quite yet. "I do owe you something for my actions." 
Nov 28 09:05:51 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 28 09:06:02 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: ...
Nov 28 09:14:36 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "Car. Dunk driver killed my parents. It was after Mardi Gras, I visited for a short time, but had to go back to New York and perform." she takes a deep breath and shakes heer head. "They were coming to see me. They never missed a show. Not until that one. When I didn't see them, I knew something was wrong. I could feel it."
Nov 28 09:25:16 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Tilting her head, Rhiannon offers a wary smile back to him. "What exactly happened? It seems to be a fond memory for you." Her posture is that of perfection, her back is neither too arched or too bent, but a perfectly straight line. Her eyes meet yours and she searches your eyes for a long moment before relaxing her body, just slightly. "You're not the only one who has asked me about her."
Nov 28 09:31:34 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: shakes her head. "I've seen her, but she just seemed withdrawn. The other was a man with blue eyes and dark brown hair, Spanish accent." she smiles slowly and looks up. "I had tea with him yesterday. Well, /I/ had tea, he didn't have anything."
Nov 28 10:48:06 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: There is a loud moaning sound, and the squishing of dutch apple pie can be heard.
Nov 28 10:48:50 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 28 10:54:16 :: (GC) Siol forced Salem to save
Nov 28 11:56:43 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 28 11:58:00 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Sitting at a table, face down, sleeping, appears to be Salem.  Light snoring and a pool of drool can be noticed from him.
Nov 28 12:08:36 :: (GC) Salem rposed: rubbing his face he says.  "I'll turn your fucking nostrils into straws!"  He grins pointing at him, before stopping and snickering. "Just kidding man, whats going on."  He laughs.
Nov 28 12:22:02 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the three sit around the table, almost imperceptibly, time seems to slow down. The girls start to move in slow motion, and the clock on the wall stops it's digital counting. Then, everything but the three freezes completely.
Nov 28 12:33:50 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Time remains frozen, everyone like a painting. As Robert begins pulling down panties, the air begins to shimmer and glow, and a ripple appears in the air, almost unnoticeable at first until the ripple spreads and then the ripple opens up at it's center, almost like a portal of some sort. Through the portal step three figures, two cloaked in fields of energy, the other apparently not needing it.
Nov 28 12:35:32 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: With a bit of a stunned look, Keriol stands up from the table, taking a step back, and he shivers visibly. "No...not right...not right..."
Nov 28 12:44:04 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The three that stepped out of the portal shake their heads between themselves. "Just like we remember." The fields of energy around the other two stop, and the portal behind them closes with a popping sound. Before the young mages stand three copies of themselves. Salem's other self seems to be about middle in age, but his eyes give away how old he really is. Keriol's future self has a large cloth bandage wrapped around his eyes, completely covering them, him looking perhaps to be about in his late s
Nov 28 12:44:19 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Keriol's future self has a large cloth bandage wrapped around his eyes, completely covering them, him looking perhaps to be about in his late sixties, with salt and pepper hair. Robert's future self looks the strangest of all. He actually looks to be /younger/ than his past self, with more piercings, and a missing lower left arm, instead, a strangely mutated and almost grotesque looking appendage that resembles a hand, just far more muscled and covered in pustules.
Nov 28 12:58:27 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The older Keriol merely nods in the direction of his younger self, seeming to stay mute. The older Salem chuckles a moment and shakes his head. "C'mon fucker, talk. And hurry up with that skeleton, you are gonna need it." The seemingly younger Robert looks over at his older, yet younger self, and it speaks in a melodic voice. "Don't like your future self? Your wife does. Good thing you met her last night, huh?"
Nov 28 13:10:34 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The future Robert chuckles a bit and shakes his head. "Chill out, damn motherfucker. I'm you, just chill out." The other Robert looks at his past self and smirks a moment. "Magic." A mental voice speaks now, much like Keriol's except far more aged. "We have come back to you from the future to make sure that something happens, just like you will one day, to ensure that yourselves exist." It pauses a moment, letting that sink in. "You each are linked to something, not by choice, but by necessity. All h
Nov 28 13:10:51 :: (GC) Siol echoed: "All have intertwined destinies that depend on each other to survive. Something is coming, something that is powerful."
Nov 28 13:14:12 :: (GC) Siol forced all to save
Nov 28 13:16:54 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The strip club 'Next Door' is a closed scene until further notice.
Nov 28 13:25:22 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The shrouded Keriol turns towards Robert and he smirks before letting his mind speak once more. "I remember you saying that when I did this the first time. But sadly, you are correct. The Cainite you sought to kill in the warehouse seeks to awaken one of the Fallen, and let the disgraced angel free to rage." The future Robert look at his past self and flexes his hand reflexively a moment before the older Salem speaks. "Yeah, it's fucked up, I know. But, you guys have to pull through and stop it, sinc
Nov 28 13:25:58 :: (GC) Siol echoed: "Yeah, it's fucked up, I know. But, you guys have the pull through and stop it, since everyone else around here seems to just want to bury their noses in books or fuck themselves into a frenzy."
Nov 28 13:39:23 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The elder Keriol speaks with his mind again. "You have 2 weeks. That is how long the ritual will take for the creature to be fully awakened." He then turns to Robert, and in his hand, appear 3 small coins, each with 2 heads, to which he throws unerringly to the 3 younger men. "You do not have to kill the Fallen, just the vampire. If it fails, the angel will slumber once more." The older Salem speaks once more, his brow knitted. "Fuck, we gotta hurry along gents. Doxie says he feels his brothers a com
Nov 28 13:39:38 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The older Salem speaks once more, his brow knitted. "Fuck, we gotta hurry along gents. Doxie says he feels his brothers a comin'." The future Robert looks at his other self and smiles a moment. "Oh, believe me, you'll get plenty of that." He points to the three coins that the younger mages carry. "Those are Talismans that we all made for you. Rub them on both sides and channel some juice through them, and it will take you to a secure place."
Nov 28 13:53:13 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The future Keriol smirks a moment and shakes his head. "Smart ass." He turns and holds out a hand, and he seems to grab at something in the air, and then he tears open a glowing portal in the air. The other two mages murmur words and sheathe themselves in energy once more, and the older Salem shakes his head. "Man, Ker, you are fucking lucky you don't gotta deal with this shit." All three then step into the portal, and it closes behind them once more with a pop, leaving the three men in the frozen ti
Nov 28 13:53:29 :: (GC) Siol echoed: All three then step into the portal, and it closes behind them once more with a pop, leaving the three men in the frozen time stream once more, which slowly begins to run again. A few girls squeal as they discover their pantines around their ankles, and a few others look at empty trays with a confused expression.
Nov 28 13:53:45 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The Next Door strip club is once more open to players.
Nov 28 13:59:48 :: (GC) Siol forced all to save
Nov 28 14:02:00 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Many girls molest Thomas.
Nov 28 14:05:06 :: (GC) Faristil forced Thomas to motd
Nov 28 14:11:50 :: (GC) Chronos forced Matteo to save
Nov 28 16:21:54 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Nah, didn't see nothin'. I'll give 'er another shot though. Maybe it was an off night. Took a wishn'a pray'r ta get me there though. Saw a mighty cute lil youngun'. Marie. Made me curious. She was talking something to her lil cat that I found intrestin'. But anyways. You got anything ta add to mah platter?" Beatrice gives an aimiable smile as she leans back lightly against a seat a row over.
Nov 28 16:27:02 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: with the number of your clan in the city, and anything I should know about them"
Nov 28 16:32:07 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: animal and read its guts. Just in a less messy manner, o'course, Prince."  The latter seems added as if merely as assurance as she grins.
Nov 28 16:39:44 :: (GC) Coco rposed: As Kostya enters the room, Coco turns to look at him and gives him a smile. "Hey Sugar, what's up?" she breathes as she quickly clicks the phone shut and stands to meander over him. "Nice coat... got one for me too?" she purrs as she loosely wraps her arms around the tall man's waist.
Nov 28 16:40:13 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "My thanks, Prince. Anything else I can do ya for while I'm in these here parts?" Beatrice crosses one leg over the other in her leaning position as she taps out a light beat with her fingertips on her leather purse, her head giving a jaunty tilt to one side and the other in time.
Nov 28 16:41:24 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Not to my knowledge Lady Primogen" The Prince said as he moved to face the podium, "In return is there anything I can do for you?"
Nov 28 16:43:30 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Beatrice to save
Nov 28 16:49:22 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The soft resonance of russian rock thumping away in the background Kostya leans in murmuring "Anywhere." he leans down to kiss Coco tugging on her lower-lip with his teeth gently.
Nov 28 17:14:47 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The freshly repainted Lincoln pulling up driven by a blond russian Kostya sits in back with coco, the windows a little fogged up in back as he disentangles himself from Coco , straightening his clothing a little as the car comes to a stop.
Nov 28 17:23:38 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: A average height blonde man dressed in all white stands near the large fountain, his hands tucked into his pant pockets, his eyes focused on the water.
Nov 28 17:26:34 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Luke to save
Nov 28 17:26:57 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Luke to save
Nov 28 17:32:40 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: A curious brow raises on the white clad mans face as he turns gracefully completely around, his eyes leveling on the other man, "You know alot about computers?" he asked casually attempting to strike up conversation. 
Nov 28 17:41:12 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Tracing an index finger down the center of coco's chest Kostya asks "Castle? Beach house?" he chuckles doing his best to sound cuban though he comes off sounding more special needs with his thick russian accent "Maybe a little vila like columbians have?" he chuckles, following coco's gaze out the window.
Nov 28 17:47:12 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The young woman rubs the tip of her nose against the tall Russian's and grins, "Castles are way too big... Beach Houses are too tiny. Oh... Sugar, can we get a place in a nice neighborhood?"
Nov 28 18:06:57 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marcus to save
Nov 28 18:10:25 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The tall russian's hand stroking the length of Coco's thigh as he speaks, he peers up at the blond man "Breaking story?" he asks , a touch of sarcasm to his words .
Nov 28 18:24:24 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Nodding, Luke slowly replies.  "Yeah It's good to see your employees exercising such zeal Kostya, you are truly a master motivator."  He grins.  
Nov 28 18:30:45 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DAlong the Santa Monica Boulevard, a sleek black chevy Nova cuts a path, weaving in and out of traffic with a roaring engine, before it slowly stops on the side of the road, in park, nearly thirty feet from Gabriel and Robert. There is a long pause before the driver-side door is thrown open and a suit-garbed hispanic man steps out, his dark eyes flashing up and down the street.
Nov 28 18:39:23 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man stops at the hood of his car and sits against it, adjusting his tie nonchalantly as his gaze sweeps the street. His eyes don't come remotely close to the two conversationists farther away, and he simply seems to be 'chillin'.
Nov 28 18:41:33 :: (GC) Squelch ON for Kostya by Siol.
Nov 28 18:41:50 :: (GC) Squelch OFF for Kostya by Siol.
Nov 28 18:47:11 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic simply checks his watch, obviously having not heard either of the men's words.
Nov 28 18:57:28 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Wrapping his arms about Coco's waist the tall russian nuzzles her neck, inhaling deeply "Ah yes." he sighs, looking into the rearview mirror to see the blond-man's face "Your friends have been poking around my club long enough. Did not think I would notice I suppose." he shrugs. "The car is alright."
Nov 28 19:04:17 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe car starts.
Nov 28 19:19:07 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth enters Elysium, offering the guards a stern nod, similar to the Prince's own movements. He slides his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoats before giving a little bow and straightening. The hispanic man delves straight into the conversation, beginning with "@rGood Evening, your Majesty. Just thought you should know that that fellow you were speaking to is some sort of magical being, most likely a Mage, who has entered my haven unannounced and has practiced some very odd arts in front o
Nov 28 19:19:31 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rsome very odd arts in front of myself and Primogen James.@D" He says this rather casually, as though this particular piece of information is everyday nonsense for him.
Nov 28 19:23:14 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The man in the passenger seat leans in suddenly to grab the wheel of the car, gripping hold of it as Luke looks over to him in suprise, distracted from the maneuver. As this happens, Kostya in the back seat suddenly throws up his gun to fire a round aimed for the back of Luke's head but looses his grip for a moment. The round fires, flying through the windshield with a resounding clash of glass.
Nov 28 19:46:31 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: Kostya lowers the rifle, unloading ammunition into the seat behind Luke in the direction of the man's body as the other russian in the car keeps the wheel steady. Bullets puncture the seat but Luke is fast, inhumanly fast as he throws the door open and jumps out through the car door. Rounds graze his side, but nothing more as Coco leans forward to catch him in a bite. Her fangs only match thin air though, losing him in the movement.
Nov 28 19:49:41 :: (GC) Chronos forced Luke to save
Nov 28 19:49:44 :: (GC) Chronos forced Coco to save
Nov 28 20:03:11 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: http://coamud.netfreehost.com/viewtopic.php?p=13&mforum=coamud#13 Breaking News.
Nov 28 20:03:59 :: (GC) Chronos forced Luke to save
Nov 28 20:06:29 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 28 20:12:55 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Robert to save
Nov 28 20:13:27 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Looking up the man catches his ball and says "Whats up bud?"  with a small smile.  "How's she going?"
Nov 28 20:13:27 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The man outside of the vehicle stands where he is, concentrating on something as the car's tires squeel in protest against the asphalt to launch forward. As this happens, two large obsidian tentacles manifest from coco, reaching out of the car towards luke followed by gunfire from Kostya. Two rounds connect with the man's stomach, seemingly unphased aside from the jerking back of the shot. Sizzling comes from the spot where they connected but his body soon expells them, leaving two nasty wounds on hi
Nov 28 20:13:39 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: on his stomache.
Nov 28 20:22:12 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 28 20:30:08 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: His cell phone ringing with the opening of 'Iron man' as his ring-tone the tall russian flips open the cell answereing "Hello" he asks followed by "How much will that cost me?" he then looks back at Coke and sighs "What do you suggest?" he asks her.
Nov 28 20:39:51 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The waitress, knowing Salem well by now, sighs a bit with a fake smile, remarking "Alright hun."  Salem nods at the remark, "Damn right.  Good bitches here!"  He cackles.
Nov 28 20:50:04 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: art that lives and breathes. Even in the now rumpled clothing, her figure shines through like a beacon in the night sky. She is totally transfixed on her dancing and on nothing else.
Nov 28 20:52:30 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Opening the door to get out the tall russian calls back crudely "Maybe I fuck you before I pass out this time"
Nov 28 20:58:56 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Dressed very differently from his usual tailored suit the tall russian makes his way in wearing baggy black pants and a bullet-proof black vest instead of a shirt , with a pair of steel toed buits. Over the entire outfit he wears a long overcoat with red fur trimming about the collar and sleeves like some euro pimp, eyes covered by a pair of crimson wraparound armani sunglasses. A gun is sticking out of the waistband of his pants. 
Nov 28 21:00:12 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Continuing her movements, she grande jetes and almost jetes right into you. "Oh, sorry, Christian. I didn't see you there. I hope you don't mind. I'm just working on a few exercises." she smiles at him and continues, never once missing a beat. Her leg shoots out from behind her and her form and grace, as well her balance and strength are all put on display as she continues to move around the room.
Nov 28 21:11:59 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Making no move to wipe the children's bloody handprints from his face, Guillaume's eyes narrow, and he leans back in the throne. "Description." His tone is cold and flat, quite unlike the normally warm and friendly Guillaume. Something is just different about the Toreador.
Nov 28 21:31:36 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The Toreador leans back against his throne and he raises an eyebrow. "Alright. You need help out of this situation as well, since you seem to be destined to fuck shit up for yourself?" His tone is harsh, and one of the tied slaves at his feet whimpers and tries to hide.
Nov 28 21:41:02 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman shrugs a moment at the mention of his bloody face, and he wipes some of the blood, spreading it out. "Maybe." He looks at Robert and the woman he is with for a moment, but he seems relatively uninterested and then he turns to Kostya, ignoring Coco almost entirely. "Word on the grapevine is that you have a State Inspector on the way to inspect you club because of the sickness. I can get the inspector off you back."
Nov 28 21:49:18 :: (GC) Chronos forced Beatrice to save
Nov 28 22:02:06 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Looking around the shop, Rhiannon smiles. "Well, I guess they don't work well on purple haired girls. You got stuck with two of them in your lifetime hmm?" 
Nov 28 22:18:38 :: (GC) Coco rposed: As Kostya leads her to the car, she glances at it and then up to him, "You know, Sugar, it was more fun to get into when it was the other color..." She grins and gives a little giggle as she waits for Ivan to open the door for the two of them.
Nov 28 22:20:42 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Ivan comes around the car holding the door for Coco and Kostya  he reaches out, pulling the young woman into the back-seat of the vehicle by the waist of her pants "But you do not like it gently" he says laughing darkly as he shuts the door, his head briefly disapearing from sight  to the outside observer as he bites at her stomach playfully.
Nov 28 22:27:41 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Carrying Coco's small mainly nude form in from draped only in his fur-trimmed coat Kostya lays her down on the bed gently, removing his balistics vest and discarding it in the corner to expose his powerful tattooed physique , looking down at her from his superior position lustily. "I thought perhaps we could eat in tonight" he says huskily.
Nov 28 22:34:20 :: (GC) Chronos snoops Christian
Nov 28 22:35:00 :: (GC) Chronos snoops Kostya
Nov 28 22:38:14 :: (GC) Chronos stops snooping
Nov 28 22:56:51 :: (GC) Chronos forced Coco to save
Nov 28 23:03:53 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Skin much more palid than before Kostya follows the motion of Coco's fingers pressing his lips across her chest to each spot in turn eventually working his way down across her abs. Lowering still further the top of his head is presented to her as his lips find their way home between her legs, a razorblade produced from a pocket comming into play as he makes a short incision beside her most intimate areas his lips pressing over the small wound to drink.
Nov 28 23:10:36 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The slow trickle of blood ceasing again Kostya trails his lips up coco's body his tongue flicking out briefly a few times before his lips find hers , opening his mouth to a deep kiss.
Nov 28 23:19:51 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Sleepily Kostya answeres "It wouldn't... it would fall into the ocean. " he says resting his head upon her chest, gazing up into her face.
Nov 29 07:52:49 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: A dark haired man pulls into the dimly lit parking lot. He carefully climbs out of his 1931 Studebaker President. He dusts off his fine Armani suit and pulls a black Fedora onto his head. 
Nov 29 07:55:08 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Graceful footsteps echo off the pavement of this parking lot as a average height blonde man wearing all white walks toward the classic car. His light blue eyes scan the car and the man who has stepped out of it, a faint smirk crosses his lips as he pushes his hands into his jacket pockets, "Good evening" 
Nov 29 07:59:00 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Spinning on the heals of his black leather dress shoes, The dark haired man turns to the visitor. "Good Evening." He reaches up and tips his hat slightly. His hand then reaching into his inner jacket pocket, pulling out a silver pocket watch and checking the time. "I do hope Im not late."
Nov 29 08:24:11 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Gabriel to save
Nov 29 09:42:10 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: If any requests have been made that haven't been answered please, rerequest.
Nov 29 09:43:38 :: (GC) Siol sent Thomas: DENIED.
Nov 29 09:45:46 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Free cake for all.
Nov 29 09:46:06 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Double chocolate.
Nov 29 09:46:19 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: With sprinkles.
Nov 29 09:46:39 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Whichever colors boats your float.
Nov 29 09:47:20 :: (GC) Siol sent Thomas: Nap permission granted. There was an appeal.
Nov 29 10:26:43 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Siol: 1, Thomas: 0
Nov 29 10:35:58 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Baali, and the fallen that is to come.." he looked out over the area, "Do you require my hand?" 
Nov 29 10:41:52 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Taking another drag upon his cigarette, "The Gulag's a dead end to anything except Sabbat, and trust me, a vampire that can hurl fireballs and is aligned with the Infernal, should be the most pressing concern to your domain, if you are the Cammarilla Prince of this city and not just bluffing."
Nov 29 10:45:01 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Gabriel's eyes widen as he hears the mans words, "You know far more than I thought you did... And I said I can grant that, not that I have already" he turned his back to the man for a moment drifting into deep thought, "If you would accept it, i'd more than gladly personally assist you in the destruction of that creature" he turns back to the man, "And as for the blonde vampire, i'll speak with him as soon as I can and make sure he stays out of your way... how close to summoning its master is it?" 
Nov 29 10:56:11 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Guess what bitches?
Nov 29 10:59:19 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: ...nothing.
Nov 29 11:36:56 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Gabriels eyes fill with anger as he hears the word necromancer, his fist instantly clinch, "You can bloody well burn them to the damn ground for all I care" his voice was much deeper and cruel, "For your security, and peace of mind I will not go through the Sabbat, I will insted call you and go that route. Know that your name and this conversation will not fall to any of them also" he turned around and took a few steps, "Theres alot I have to get in order now Mr.Storm, I trust you will not consider 
Nov 29 11:37:47 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: me rude for cutting this meeting short?"
Nov 29 12:06:03 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 29 12:06:35 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Loki appears and breaks Matteo's bridge.
Nov 29 12:08:02 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Nov 29 12:30:03 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Nov 29 12:31:08 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There is a loud thunderious roar comming from the north, it is continious as it is obvious it is comming towards the south and its several motorbikes. As the motorcyclists are now in range they seem to be screaming and hollering towards a black man and his car. All three motorist lkook like thier nin a biker gang as they lift thier fingers up and start shouting abuse at them as they wait for the traffic to move on
Nov 29 12:33:45 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The young girl turns around and looks at the men on the motorcycles. She backs slightly agianst the railing and rests, watching their actions. She smirks a little as memories flood back to her. However she begins to finger the ring she wears and shakes her head.
Nov 29 12:39:22 :: (GC) Carl rposed: As they keep laughing, they reve thier bikes up as they keep looking at the black man. "Fifty fucken cent huh you motherless cunt.." The three bikers keep laughing harder and harder as they slap eachother a high five, all three turn towards the street, and one of then points towards liz, carl folows the gaze and startes at the woman. "Comeon girly dont fucken tell me you look up to that fift cent fuck?
Nov 29 12:40:59 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The young girl laughs slighty and then covers her mouth. "Why would I listen to that shit?" She then turns to walk down the road a little bit, her eyes staying on the men in the road, and her fingers on the ring she wears.
Nov 29 12:42:27 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Nov 29 12:46:26 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The young girl looks at him sideways, "What are you talking about, I do what ever I want to do." She puts her arms behind her back and holds her own hand. "Besides, I like the night." She laughs agian.
Nov 29 12:52:07 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The girl shakes her head. "I don't have to prove myself to you, I have live on the streets most of my life." She wraps her fingers around the ring she wears and smiles. "I have done plenty for my life time, and lets leave it at that."
Nov 29 13:00:48 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The girl looks down for a moment, "I use to want to be a model, but I gave up on that. Got me a boyfriend, a rich one." She smiles and makes the rock on sign with her left hand.
Nov 29 13:20:10 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Is giving out free missiles/napalm.
Nov 29 13:20:44 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Tell me why you are worthy.
Nov 29 13:21:29 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: You all fail.
Nov 29 13:21:42 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: You too.
Nov 29 13:23:02 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Technically, the Mages have Robert, since he has something to fulfill.
Nov 29 13:23:48 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Cheezie smells like cat shit.
Nov 29 13:33:17 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man scans around for a moment then leans agianst a brick wall of the small alley way they had choosen. "Thank you for meeting with me," He pauses for a moment. "How rude of me, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself." He gives a slight bow, removing his hat as he does. "My name is Matteo De Luca." He rises back up and places his hat back upon his head.
Nov 29 13:38:18 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man smiles. "Well as you may know Im new to the city, and well its very rude to move in with out introducing your self to head of the community." He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small buisness card. writen on the front of the professinal looking card is "Matteo De Luca, The Beretta Company USA" Following is an adress in Bel Air and a Telephone Number.
Nov 29 13:42:38 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The girl looks down for a moment, "I use to want to be a model, but I gave up on that. Got me a boyfriend, a rich one." She smiles and makes the rock on sign with her left hand.
Nov 29 13:46:21 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man smiles and nods. "I am loyal to the Giovanni family, but I wish to extend to you a branch of friendship. I believe that I can help you in your endeavors." He removes his cap and brushes his short hair back. "I also have a small vendetta against someone I perceive as a Sabbat. And well the Enemy of my enemy is my friend."
Nov 29 13:48:29 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The girl smirks and shakes her head. "Why turn down money if its given to you?" She holds her hand out and looks at the ring. "Yeah it is a nice ring." Slipping her hands back behind her again she continues down the street.
Nov 29 13:57:16 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Gabriel to save
Nov 29 13:58:44 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The young girl shakes her head. "Well think what you might." She just keeps walking.
Nov 29 13:59:38 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: All form of any emotion except anger drain from the Prince's face, his fist clinch tightly at his sides and his eyes narrow toward the man, when he does speak his voice is cold and aggressive, "For your health... get the hell out of my domain, don't ever step foot in Santa Monica again... and don't make big enough waves that I hear of you..." it seemed it was all he could do to keep himself at bay, "Do what you will somewhere else"
Nov 29 14:01:28 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Gabriel to save
Nov 29 14:02:54 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Gabriel to save
Nov 29 14:02:59 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Lifting his eyebrow, the dark haired man bowed and turned. "As you wish." He walks out of the alleyway at his own pace, climbing into his car. With a turn of the key the classic car purrs to a start and he drives off into the night.
Nov 29 14:03:12 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Gabriel to save
Nov 29 14:05:43 :: (GC) Liz rposed: The young girl just waves as he leaves. "Bye"
Nov 29 14:06:38 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Gabriel to save
Nov 29 14:28:11 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 29 14:32:28 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A loud voice screams, @R"NINJA POOF!"
Nov 29 15:02:11 :: (GC) Chronos forced Michael to save
Nov 29 15:05:52 :: (GC) Chronos forced Michael to save
Nov 29 15:20:15 :: (GC) Faristil forced Michael to save
Nov 29 15:29:11 :: (GC) Chronos forced Michael to save
Nov 29 15:48:46 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to save
Nov 29 15:50:17 :: (GC) Chronos forced Michael to save
Nov 29 15:51:31 :: (GC) Chronos forced Michael to save
Nov 29 15:51:47 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to save
Nov 29 15:52:04 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to save
Nov 29 15:54:36 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to save
Nov 29 16:01:50 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to save
Nov 29 16:02:22 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to save
Nov 29 16:03:44 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to ave
Nov 29 16:03:47 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 29 16:05:19 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 29 16:06:00 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to save
Nov 29 16:06:49 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to save
Nov 29 16:11:17 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 29 16:20:36 :: (GC) Faristil forced Allen to n
Nov 29 16:20:39 :: (GC) Faristil forced Cheezie to n
Nov 29 16:21:10 :: (GC) Chronos forced Crystal to save
Nov 29 16:25:04 :: (GC) Chronos forced Crystal to save
Nov 29 16:29:12 :: (GC) Chronos forced Crystal to save
Nov 29 16:31:04 :: (GC) Chronos forced Crystal to save
Nov 29 16:43:59 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Allen to save
Nov 29 16:45:36 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 29 16:49:29 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: testing testing this is not ic
Nov 29 16:49:36 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: "testing yet again"
Nov 29 16:51:27 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The base beats are pumpin' and the crowd you be jumpin' if not for the majority of them being mesmerized by the naked women on stage. Off in a corner is a slight young woman twirling a flute of champagne in her fingers. She seems to be concentrating on her glass, not paying any mind to the woman sliding up and down the pole in front of her.
Nov 29 16:54:04 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: The door to the strip club slowly opens, and a hispanic man dressed in a conservative black business suit enters, his dark eyes slowly sweeping over the contents of the room. After a moment, he adjusts his tie and heads toward a table, before taking a seat in silence.
Nov 29 17:08:34 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Crawling from out under a table, clearly tired, Salem stands up and stretches.  "Ah fuck," he mutters walking around grabbing a beer.
Nov 29 17:10:06 :: (GC) Faristil forced Pelliden to aura Common Sense
Nov 29 17:10:15 :: (GC) Faristil forced Pelliden to status Neonate
Nov 29 17:12:58 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man offers a small smile at the return of the wave, before standing to his feet slowly and approaching the woman's table. "@rEvening... Miss..? Might I purchase your next round, if you would be so gracious as to offer your name?@D" 
Nov 29 17:15:51 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe authoritative hispanic man seems to actually flinch upon hearing the woman's accent, and slowly turns towards his table again. "@rRight.... Just going... to go.... over here now....@D" He begins the small walk back to his table, straightening his tie as he goes.
Nov 29 17:17:08 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: A tall russian makes his way unobtrusively into the establishment , dressed in a tailored blue pen-stripe suit.
Nov 29 17:19:48 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Allen to save
Nov 29 17:20:10 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Allen to save
Nov 29 17:21:14 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Allen to save
Nov 29 17:22:44 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Allen to save
Nov 29 17:23:21 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Allen to save
Nov 29 17:26:59 :: (GC) Chronos forced Christian to save
Nov 29 17:30:30 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Allen to save
Nov 29 17:38:19 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Allen to status Status-0
Nov 29 18:25:25 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The young woman is sitting in a booth by herself in the rear of the establishment. The pole in front of her is occupied by a woman perhaps ten years older than she. A smirk is pasted across Coco's lips as she watches the woman dance for her amusement, like a villain in an old Western who shoots at the feet of the protagonist.
Nov 29 18:39:35 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Nearly subconcious in nature Kostya begins to two something very similar to a two-step clearly not an adept dancer.
Nov 29 18:59:28 :: (GC) Raven rposed: The door to the diner opens slowly, revealing a large man dressed entirely in black with the exception of a crimson leather jacket. Stepping inside, Raven glances around, a dark frown evident on his face and makes his way to the counter. Sitting down, he pulls a newspaper from within his jacket and begins to read it quietly, ordering only a water when approached by a waitress.
Nov 29 19:05:35 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Looking up, the happiness on Rhiannon's face never seems to leave "Hello Mister Martin. A pleasure to see you. I believe I could ask you the same thing, but I was actually across the street talking to the owner of the shop. Ended up falling asleep on his, umm, bed, but he seemed to be okay wth that." She smiles as she looks upon your face. "How are you tonight?"
Nov 29 19:12:11 :: (GC) Raven rposed: "Los Angeles is far from safe in this day and age."
Nov 29 19:16:08 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Continuing her smiling glance towards you she shakes her head. "It's okay, he seems to be a decent guy. That Illume, the one you both were looking for I guess was his girlfriend or whatever." she shrugs and takes another bite of pie. "Mmm, did you want some? the apples are so crisp. I love it." she smiles and orders another slice even before you could answer. "I'm glad I could help with your security shopping." As she takes another sip of tea, she spots the newspaper and blanches a deathly white. "O
Nov 29 19:16:18 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "Orphans murdered?"
Nov 29 19:21:00 :: (GC) Raven rposed: Nodding slowly, he smiles a little as your response. "Of course," Raven replies easily. "I don't mean to intrude. Still, I would urge you to be careful all the same," He continues, looking down to the paper. Frowning deeply, he moves his hand revealing the main article, in which several passages have been circled and underlined. "A tragedy," He says quietly. "No discernable pattern, sadly."
Nov 29 19:29:03 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Accompanied by a bulky swarthy man and a muscular blond Kostya, a tall slick-haired russian moves into the room dressed outlandishly , a pair of baggy black jeans with a balistics vest worn as a shirt, a longcoat trimmed in red-fur and a pair of matching crimson armani shades complementing his large frame "We do business" he tells the man in crisp english with a thick russian accent.
Nov 29 19:37:38 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Gesturing to the swarthy man Kostya smiles wolfishly his eyes upon Thomas with a clearly predatory look to his expression as the muscular blond russian moves to stand on Thomas side of the desk "I think it is time you join my enterprise, take part in the corporation so to speak." he chuckles softly, his insinuation clear (intimidation 3 successes)
Nov 29 19:40:49 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Taking another bite of her own pie, she nods. "I'm fine. It's just, I was an orphan. I'm a little protective of them. It's like they're my own kids, and when I hear about them getting hurt, I get a little light headed." she smiles and takes another bite of pie. "Umm, it was at night. I thought I only had a nap, but he was just sitting there."
Nov 29 19:47:13 :: (GC) Raven rposed: Resting his chin in his hands as the woman eats, Raven nods slowly. "I can understand that," He replies softly, offering her a slight smile. Looking down at his scribbled notes, he chuckles softly and shakes his head. "I don't know why I keep doing things like that," He murmers softly. "Still acting like a cop, I suppose." He seems to speak more to himself than anyone else and remains quiet for a long moment before focusing back on the woman. "That is strange behaviour, though if he thought he knew 
Nov 29 19:47:24 :: (GC) Raven rposed: "knew you, it would make more sense."
Nov 29 20:05:11 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Rising slowly Kostya straightens himself to his considerable height, gesturing to his two thugs who return to him "You are a lucky man, something about you" he says with a wry smile "Were I not inclined to be so generous tonight, it would not go so well. But I will give you time to think about it." he says plainly.
Nov 29 20:10:55 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Blushing even deeper she shakes her head. "No, no, I don't even know why I said that." she looks up to you and shakes her head even more. "I certainly didn't mean it that way." she quickly busies herself with her tea.
Nov 29 20:11:15 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: Two large men step into the truck stop, one of them walking into the deli as he makes his way to the counter with a broad grin on his face. The other casts his gaze towards the beautiful roman before offering a grunt to the man with her, albeit a bit under his breath.
Nov 29 20:14:22 :: (GC) Raven rposed: Laughing lightly, Raven nods and leans back in his chair. "I'm sorry, I'm making you uncomfortable aren't I?" He replies, looking up as two men enter the diner. His eyes narrow slightly as he seems to focus on one of the men for a moment before turning back to the woman in question. "Have you been to Mardi Gras often?" He asks lightly, moving the conversation in a different direction.
Nov 29 20:16:23 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA black chevy nova roars up to the truckstop, before slowing down with a smooth halt. The engine is killed and the driver side door pops open, before a suited man steps and slams the door behind him. He enters the diner, dark eyes scanning the place with detailed attention, before he walks over to a table and takes a seat. As a waitress approaches him, he glances up indifferently, remarking "@rCoffee.@D" In a straightforward, exhausted tone.
Nov 29 20:18:14 :: (GC) Ran rposed: A cab pulls up and a man in all black gets out.  He slips into the truck stop quietly with a newspaper in hand.  He sits down at an empty booth and begins scanning through the paper.
Nov 29 20:21:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man waits for his coffee patiently, but with little care. He doesn't seem eager for his drink in any way, and simply continues watching the goings-on in the place, as though he came here solely to people-watch. His dark eyes continue swiveling calmly in their sockets, watching each person closely. He reaches up to adjust his black tie silently, keeping an air of formality and authority about him.@D
Nov 29 20:23:48 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: One of the two large men at the counter gets a little loud, rambling on with the other man, "You see that damned guy on the way here man? Pale as a sheet!" He laughs before smacking the other one's back, "Fuckin' crackheads. Beat the shit out of John though."
Nov 29 20:26:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man watches the two men at the counter out of the corner of his shadowy orbs, raising the coffee cup to his lips now and then, although seemingly none of the brown, steaming liquid within disappears.@D
Nov 29 20:28:10 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Bruno holds the girl covering her mouth as Kostya proceedes to rape the brunette brutally though he is considerate enough to wear a condom. As he finishes up he reaches for her throat with a snarl.
Nov 29 20:29:01 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The other man growls back as he puts his coffee down on the counter, "He fucking broke his arm Mark! Like it was nothing. Shit, if he hadn't left I don't know if any of us could've taken the pale bastard."
Nov 29 20:30:21 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth looks behind him, coffee cup in his right hand, and he raises the steaming cup to Raven as his dark eyes lock onto Raven's own. He offers the man a stiff nod, no hint of respect or contempt hidden in the gesture, simple neutrality. With that, he looks back to the loud men, raising the coffee cup to his lips yet again.@D
Nov 29 20:33:06 :: (GC) Ran rposed: The bathroom door opens and Ran quickly paces out, his eyes focused on the door.  He pulls up his hood as he walks and quickly disappears outside.
Nov 29 20:34:10 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: A tall lanky looking man makes his way into the truck stop, a deep palor evident on his features as he shifts his head, eyes moving about the group of people before falling on the two men in the diner. He looks to be sickly, the veins in his skin visible just barely with a light blue tinge. His eye sockets have sunken just a bit, dark. Much like a crackhead off the streets.
Nov 29 20:34:42 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: The roar of motorcycles can be heard pulling into the truck stop as three Lunatics appear on site. Decked out in faded and worn denim they push open the door to the truck stop and enter.
Nov 29 20:36:07 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man watches this flurry of events around him, but maintains his cool, somehow, simply pressing the coffee to his lips. His alert attitude dares to reveal how uneasy he is in the storm of events, especially the roar of motorcycles, and he presses the fingers of his left hand to his temple for a moment, dark eyes watches the men in denim closely.
Nov 29 20:38:53 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The two men at the diner turn around to look out at the sound of motorcycles before spotting the pale man with sunken eyes. One growls and stands up to grab a knife out of his pocket as the other backs away from the counter with his fists out.
Nov 29 20:40:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man remains seated, even as the knife is pulled, dark eyes moving slowly to watch the interaction between the denim-suited man and the knife-wielding fellow. He looks at Raven, and speaks yet again. "@rTake her and return.@D"
Nov 29 20:42:28 :: (GC) Chronos snoops Ran
Nov 29 20:43:56 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The sunken eyed man looks up at the two of them with crooked grin, "Mmm, back for more?" He says in a near whisper before stepping back, casting a gaze around to see all who's there. The two men close in on him, one with knife held low as the other approaches with an uneasy look in his eyes.
Nov 29 20:44:33 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The loud sound of a car window being smashed can be heard outside.
Nov 29 20:45:39 :: (GC) Chronos stops snooping
Nov 29 20:46:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man suddenly stands, all traces of calm lost upon his features, a dark storm of anger falling over his features. He moves towards the exit to check on his car, hands sliding into the pockets of his black trenchcoat. "@rI swear to fucking God if its this shit again...@D"
Nov 29 20:51:38 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: One of the men charges the man with the sunken eyes but misses by a mile as he swipes with the knife only to have his wrist caught by the pale man's grip. He grabs his wrist and twists his arm into a full lock to snap it. The other man takes this chance to lunge forward with a hook, connecting with the pale man's face...though no evident hurt can be seen.
Nov 29 20:51:55 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth reenters the diner, walking up to Raven with annoyance on his features. "@rSomeone vandalized my car. Was probably that shady piece of shit that walked out with his hood up.@D" All eloquent manners of speech have fallen from his voice, and he seems /truly/ angered.
Nov 29 20:58:25 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The lunatic gang makes no short time as they approach the fight, sawed off shotguns in hand. They kick them up to cock before unloading on the pale man. Resonating fire can be heard throughout the diner and soon, the man is taken with full blows. Holes riddle his body and he crumbles before hitting the ground and crumbling to ash.
Nov 29 21:01:31 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The two truckers step back, one of them putting his knife away. They high tail it after that, piling out of the diner as fast as they can towards their trucks outside.
Nov 29 21:01:48 :: (GC) Chronos snoops Ran
Nov 29 21:02:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth simply watches with distaste as the bikers plow the pale man down with shotgun fire, before sighing deeply. "@rThank you, boys. Now can you please take him somewhere appropriate to finish him, if you catch my drift?@D" He looks back to Raven, gesturing to the man to follow as he straightens his tie, and begins to walk towards the door. "@rLet's go catch a cab before the fuzz get here.@D"
Nov 29 21:04:13 :: (GC) Chronos stops snooping
Nov 29 21:07:47 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man begins walking towards the truckstop, passing by his car with but a glance and a sigh. He moves to the trunk, popping it open, and pulls out a fully automatic assault rifle, loaded and ready. "@rRaven, we're going to need to find a way to get this back to my place.@D"
Nov 29 21:15:24 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth sighs, pointing the assault rifle at the ground as he turns slightly, looking at the men with shotguns. "@rNo need to worry, gentleman. I don't plan to use this thing in your territory, as you say.@D"
Nov 29 21:19:59 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: As Kenneth leans in to get the automatic rifle out of his trunk, a shimmer of steel can be seen as a blade stabs toward him. Keen instincts allow the man to narrowly avoid the first stab, but as soon as this happens the arm wielding it whips back at an unnatural speed to stab again, driving into his back.
Nov 29 21:27:42 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: As the blade sinks, the man's skin closes around it, latching hold as it soaks the damage. He doesn't manage to pull it out though, the blade stuck strong.
Nov 29 21:34:34 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: Ran backs away, still in his blur of speed as he leaps back twice. His body seems to fade to the movement in these lengths, moving out 25 feet.
Nov 29 21:54:14 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The two men move to duck behind the char as the Israelian high-tails it, nothing seeming to happen as he runs down the street trying to get away. As this happens though, the three lunatics unleash fire. Their target now that there's nobody to fire at in the line of sight but him....Ran. Lenny yells out after  the lot of them in a loud voice, "THIS IS LUNATIC TERRITORY." The shots take their toll on the man, catching one of his legs and taking it off in an explosion of damaging force. 
Nov 29 21:55:25 :: (GC) Chronos forced all to save
Nov 29 21:58:26 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: The hispanic man rises from behind the car, peaking at the scene with wide eyes. He begins to curse in spanish, and grabs Raven by the arm before pulling him and attempting to get towards the street. "Sorry for the trouble, Mr. Lunatics. Can you do me a favor and never let that fellow get up to put a knife in me again?"
Nov 29 22:03:01 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The sounds of police sirens can be heard in the distance, rapidly approaching.
Nov 29 22:06:27 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: The big nappy haired man just stands there as the rifle bounces off his head and hits the ground, looking down at the pisoner he passes his shotgun off to one of his bikers who dual wields it while the other straps the assualt rifle to his back. Picking up the israeli, the big burly white man carries him off with ease towards the bikes. "Swear to god.. all we wanted were some damn sandwiches."
Nov 29 22:08:10 :: (GC) Chronos forced all to save
Nov 29 22:09:33 :: (GC) Chronos forced Lenny to save
Nov 29 22:15:19 :: (GC) Chronos forced Pelliden to save
Nov 29 22:20:05 :: (GC) Chronos forced Pelliden to save
Nov 29 22:26:49 :: (GC) Chronos forced Pelliden to save
Nov 30 07:41:14 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Nov 30 09:56:35 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: A blonde man clad in all white sits on the front row legs folded over each other while he writes on some paper work, he tosses a casual glance toward the door now and then as if to see if anyone has entered into Elysium.
Nov 30 10:20:37 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @DThe Prince brings his hands togeather in a couple of soft claps, allowing also a chuckle to escape his lips, "@RInteresting... a very good set of skills I must say@D" pausing he lifted a hand to brush some fallen hair out of his face and sat in thought, "@RSo would you be willing then, to put those talents and skills to use? in assisting the Sheriff of the city? he could use a good Deputy@D" he moved to look the man straight in the eyes, as if searching for a weakness.
Nov 30 10:31:01 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: @DGabriel nods as he stands from his seat and moves toward the man reaching out and placing a hand on the other mans shoulder firmly, "@RThen I will offer you this rank, and let me say that I am putting my faith in you and only granting you this because you are of my blood@D" he removes his hand and turns his back, "@RDon't let me or our blood down" 
Nov 30 10:59:27 :: (GC) Allen rposed: A repititous step is heard long before an arrival, the step, step, step of some shoes before the doors to the large theatre are pushed open to reveal a hispanic man clad in a business suit. He appears slick, business-like even with his hair gelled and the front flipped up like some kind of youthful executive. Dark brown eyes shift left and right before peering down towards the front row to spot the three men.
Nov 30 11:02:15 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Sah, as far as personal protection goes, I'd like to get me hands on a .45, reliable, good stoppin' power. I think that'll do unless a specific situation comes up..." he trails off, turning toward the Hispanic man as he  enters
Nov 30 11:08:51 :: (GC) Allen rposed: A respectful nod is given towards the blonde-haired gentleman, a slight smile curving on the face of the young hispanic. "Evening. I am Allen Rodriguez. Here to introduce myself if you will."
Nov 30 11:13:45 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Carl to save
Nov 30 11:13:49 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Lenny to save
Nov 30 11:17:45 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Carl to save
Nov 30 11:41:31 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The woman, long searched for and stocked by Carl, the Setite known as Kala, has made a rare mistake and ventured into this area of town, she now can be seen proceeding to the back area of the truck stop, which is quite secluded except for the sleeping trucker.  She looks nervous and weary.
Nov 30 11:50:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The woman looks around, feeling tense as if being watched.  
Nov 30 12:03:12 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The short dark haired  woman looks around a bit, looking concerned, but trying to hide it.  "Boys, what is it I can do for you?"  She smiles fondly.  "I'm just a bit lost you see."  She continues, looking the group over.
Nov 30 12:10:50 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The woman slowly smirks as she quicky changes her form to that of a black cobra, she quickly begins to slither away, this prompts the gang to react.
Nov 30 12:16:19 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Carl immediately sends a few bullets through the slender body of the snake.  The thing collpases to the ground like a ragdoll, about 10 meters away.  The gang seems somewhat in awe of the quick resoultion and sharp eye of Carl
Nov 30 13:02:03 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There are 6 Men in total all looking like a biker group, all wearing the same vests and all supporting shotguns, There is a man shackled on the left hand side of the wall, and there is a woman also shakled on the right hand side of the room. Carl looks towards Lenny. "What about the man what the fuck he do?
Nov 30 13:07:57 :: (GC) Chronos forced Rhiannon to save
Nov 30 13:08:25 :: (GC) Chronos forced Rhiannon to pose dances around the bedroom like a fruitloop.
Nov 30 13:13:22 :: (GC) Chronos snoops Ran
Nov 30 13:17:10 :: (GC) Ran rposed: A little noise escapes the Isaeli's mouth as his fang is pulled from his mouth, but he quickly surpresses it and shuts his mouth tightly.  He stares into Lenny's eyes, his face still blank and emotionless.
Nov 30 13:26:06 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Nah, nothing important f'r me to get to, sah," Pell replies, looking around. " I like the place- little bit spartan, though."
Nov 30 13:33:32 :: (GC) Chronos stops snooping
Nov 30 14:25:42 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: What's up bitches?
Nov 30 14:28:21 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: The roar of motorcycles can be heard as six bikers pull up outside. Dismounting from their bikes, the nappy haired one moves on all fours as a heavy, heavy, length of chain is attached to the collar about his neck by the scruffy hair man with the beard. Heading inside the six of them push open the door and enter, the nappy haired on on all fours, a broad insane smile upon his face as the man holding his leash puffs on a cigar.
Nov 30 14:41:18 :: (GC) Chronos forced Marcus to save
Nov 30 14:58:32 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The door opens and a petite young woman walks through with a confident stride. She gives one of the waitresses an upturned nod and somewhat of a smile and waves her over, "I came to ask about a job... is the boss around?"
Nov 30 15:01:06 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The waitress shakes her head to the woman but points toward 'The Rear', "You might wanna check there, hon." she says in a rather monotonous voice. Coco gives the woman a smile and heads off in that direction. Halfway there she spies the greasy older man and gives him a half smile, "Hey bra, what's the haps?"
Nov 30 15:02:05 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 30 15:17:40 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: A sleek black lincoln pulls into the truck-stop driven by a muscular blond man beside him bulky swarthy fellow and a large slick-haired fellow lounging in the back-seat. As the vehicle pulls up to the pumps the blond sets off to fill up the car as the large man steps out of the back, chuckling over at the swarthy man as he makes a gesture to his chest as if pantomiming busoms as he says something in russian.
Nov 30 15:24:25 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Nov 30 15:34:21 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: to the other man before standing and moving toward his men.
Nov 30 15:36:59 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: As the lincoln drives off, a spray of shots come close to hitting Lenny, but just miss.  It speeds off into the distance.
Nov 30 15:47:18 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kostya to s
Nov 30 15:52:01 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: his back, "I don't mind them being in this city so long as they follow a few simple rules, like the masquerade for example, which they have agreed to... we can use them when need be by keeping this... peace going"  chuckling he looked to the ceiling, "Their freedom with their weapons does not concern me..now should it be their disciplines we would go in force and destroy them...be sure to be respectful if in their territory"
Nov 30 15:52:21 :: (GC) Crystal rposed: The woman with the black hair sitting in a wheelchair slows and stops in front of a large selection of romance novels.  She lets her eyes wander the spines of the books.  Her hands rest on the rims of the wheels of her wheelchair.  A thoughtful look on her face.
Nov 30 15:56:01 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: As the high speed chase begins, a hail of bullets spray at the car, putting holes all through it.  However the driver makes great turns to avoid hits to the occupents.  The lincoln seems to be gaining speed on the bikers, suprisingly... However, as more gunfire comes, the driver turns to sharply, connecting with a concrete divider, sending the car upward into a spin, landing on the other side of the highway, on its back, before getting smoked by another oncoming car.
Nov 30 15:59:08 :: (GC) Crystal rposed: Reaching out with her right hand she takes a novel off the shelf at eye level for her.  Placing the novel in her lap then turning it over.  The woman in the wheelchair reads the back.  When she is done she rolls her eyes with a little sigh.  "I think I could make a better novel with my eyes closed."
Nov 30 15:59:44 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Sirens in great number are now heard.
Nov 30 16:10:49 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The lunatics stop at the median, unloading fire on the car on the other side as they holler in rage. The shots blast away at the side of the car, shredding the driver's side slowly as they impact with resounding booms.
Nov 30 16:13:57 :: (GC) Crystal rposed: The woman with the dark hair sitting in the wheelchair places the book back on the shelf shaking her head.  She spins the wheelchair in a neat little circle and moves a little further down the aisle before turning to the books again.  She starts to scan the titles.
Nov 30 16:23:32 :: (GC) Siol forced Raven to quit
Nov 30 16:23:52 :: (GC) Siol forced Raven to quit
Nov 30 16:24:02 :: (GC) Siol forced Raven to quit
Nov 30 16:24:44 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The loud sounds of screaming can be heard as both Lenny and Raven lose their ass virginity to horses.
Nov 30 16:29:11 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: Sirens grow louder as the Lunatic mob pumps round after round into the car, the force of the bullets beginning to make it slide. Carl and Lenny's men shouting "LU-NA-TICS!  LU-NA-TICS!" as Carl rapidly fires, reloads, and fires again, rupturing the gas tank. A spray of fuel bursts from the car and a large puddle begins to form at its resting base.
Nov 30 16:29:31 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince's eyes widen, "Are you alright?" was his frist question he looked the Primogen up and down and sighed, "Was the masquerade breached?, and where did this occure?" a fire seems to burn behind his eyes as he thinks and speaks..
Nov 30 16:35:24 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The gas ignites and quickly catches, circling the overturned vehicle, the two men inside unmoving.  The police vehicles squeal to a stop around the Lincoln, rescue teams right on their tail.
Nov 30 16:36:12 :: (GC) Luke rposed: "She's a pale young waif with choppy cut brown hair and eyes the color of pea soup.  "  says Luke.  "Her name is Coco, she frequents the Gulag often, suprise suprise..."  He smirks.
Nov 30 16:44:32 :: (GC) Coco rposed: A black Suzuki GSX-R 650 rolls to a stop outside the garage, its rider scanning the scene from the safety of its doors.  Clad in her regular black leather with a tinted helmet, she backs it to the door and waits as rescue crews work the jaws of life on the vehicle.
Nov 30 16:50:54 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The firemen rip away at the steel of the car, slowly pushing it open as they work to free the two men inside. The fire's made itself into the care now, burning at the men within as the firemen work with vigor. Police cordon off the scene with their cars and block the traffic on the road as the men are pulled out.
Nov 30 16:54:39 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The sound of whirling blades can be heard as a chopper lowers from the sky, finding its landing space on the road nearby.
Nov 30 17:01:47 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: Paramedics drop out of the chopper, rushing to the scene as they load the two men onto rolling stretchers. They quickly get them on, putting breathing masks on their faces and strapping them down as an ambulence arrives on the scene with paramedics running to the other crashed car.
Nov 30 17:06:16 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The paramedics look at the man with raised eyebrows before taking the cart further along, loading into the chopper as the push him aside. Cops run up to him at this, having finaly blinked at the sudden notice of someone making it past the barricade.
Nov 30 17:09:37 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The chopper lifts off slowly before turning and leaving off towards the hospital as the men on the scene clean up. The wrecker from the nearby garage rolls out and approaches the scene before a tall rough looking man jumps out with an upturned nod.
Nov 30 17:16:25 :: (GC) Chronos echoed: The rough looking man offers the men another nod as he revs the engine suddenly, bringing attention to himself as sudden darkness comes out on the area. It seems as if all of the lights have gone out in the area as things go pitch black..out to a 30 foot radius.
Nov 30 17:19:13 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Pulling her helmet on, Coco revs up her motorcycle and looks over to Robert, "Lets do it."
Nov 30 17:21:46 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince places his hands on his hips and sighs deeper this time, looking down at the ground as he does, "This is where my princedom, and my pride will seperate... I will not ask anyone to stay and fight, infact I will suggest otherwise..." he paused as a fire seemed to burn behind his eyes, and wickedly evil smirk play across his lips, "But as for me... i'll fight the damn thing with every ounce of power I have"
Nov 30 17:28:40 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Under the guise of the darkness, Robby pops a wheelie with his bike and speeds towards a police car. The sound of a turbine engine can be heard as he ramps up, into the air to the helicopter, the frame of the wonder bike ripping open one of its side doors while the rider grabs the man on the stretcher (Kostya). Shouldering him quickly as the bike begins to decend he lands with a slight thud, though the new suspension takes it like a beast in heat as he drives off through the darkness like a bat out 
Nov 30 17:29:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: before that occurs"
Nov 30 17:36:49 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Amidst the darkness, seen flying out, is insanely enough a large bald eagle, very large.  It soars up above the darkness, and seems to stay near the bike.
Nov 30 17:41:04 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: that also pisses me off...there will be much bloodshed soon, those who come against us shall not succeed"
Nov 30 17:56:24 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Robert to save
Nov 30 17:56:31 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: eagle toward the Deputy.
Nov 30 18:00:20 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "An' ta you," she says with a rather country drawl as she hangs back a few paces, standing comfortably as she listens.
Nov 30 18:04:11 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Fine as frog hair, Prince. Though I couldn't rightly sense anything at the Gulag but death.  Lots o' it. Especially in the warehouse," says the elderly lady with an apologetic shrug. "It's closed though, so was easy enough to have a looksie." She moves to lean lightly against a nearby empty seat, but not sitting.
Nov 30 18:04:47 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The Eagle scoffs raising his head cockily.  "I can make him better than he was Coco, a young, renewed Kostya, perhaps this may renew his soul, changing him from the path of the dark lord zauron."  He lowers his head.  "But for the price we discussed earlier. Permanatly"
Nov 30 18:11:15 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Giving a nod to Pelliden, Beatrice grins and gives a more definite nod to Gabriel. "O' course, Prince. I've no plans on going back there until we go to destroy it. You can count me in, if'n ya didn't catch that.
Nov 30 18:25:48 :: (GC) Siol forced Salem to save
Nov 30 18:29:03 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Having established intentions of peace to the Primogen, Pell draws his pistol, much like a boy eager to inspect a toy he was just given. He pulls the clip out and field-strips it inspecting all the peices with a low whistle of admiration before putting it back together in pristine order with a speed that can only be described as celeritous. "Loverly."
Nov 30 18:35:30 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA tall, hispanic man moving with calm, elegant grace enters the Elysium theatre, a black trenchcoat swaying about his suited form. His dark eyes flash over the occupants, before he moves near the prince and gives a short bow. "@rGood Evening, your majesty.@D" He glances around, nodding respectfully to each primogen, before turning back to the prince. His arms hang stiffly at his sides, and the hispanic man doesn't seem entirely relaxed even in such a setting and gather of allies. "@rI took a momen
Nov 30 18:35:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rI took a moment from my patrols to come and thank you for the offering of a deputy.@D"
Nov 30 18:45:38 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man raises a dark eyebrow, eyes locking onto the prince. "@rOh? He is ash, then, your Majesty? I had planned to meet with the anarch leader after this, but I thank you for handling the matter.@D" He truly seems grateful, and slowly turns, adjusting his tie before offering his hand to the deputy. "@rGood Evening. Kenneth Giles, if you haven't already heard.@D"
Nov 30 18:53:26 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: he then turned his gaze to luke, "I am utterly impressed and amazed Mr.Primogen, you have developed a wonderful system"
Nov 30 19:09:28 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: for a bit of time, until we can be certain you will not be bothered by your previous attacker again"
Nov 30 19:23:45 :: (GC) Chronos snoops Kostya
Nov 30 19:29:40 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Hearing no protests or requests, Beatrice slips out the door, collecting her weapons and turning on her gameboy
Nov 30 19:43:46 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 30 19:43:49 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Nov 30 20:23:26 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As Kostya lies there, bleeding and dying on the ground, Robert and Salem work their ritual to attempt to heal him. The Tool music in the background plays, focusing their attention. However, as they work, it is apparent that it will be a failing effort, as more and more of the man's life leaks from his wounds. As the Mages seem to give up hope, the pair of them suddenly stiffen, and their eyes glow purple. Holding out their hands, they chant in unison, and the hair of those in the room begins to stand
Nov 30 20:23:33 :: (GC) Siol echoed: stand on end.
Nov 30 20:26:25 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the spell is worked by the pair, Kostya's body begins to shake and spasm, the Mages forcing his internal organs into place correctly, causing a howl of agony to erupt from the man's mouth, suddenly snapping back to conciousness. On his chest burns a white light for a moment, forming the sign of the Cross, before disappearing, and the bloody bandages wrapped around the man suddenly incinerate. Robert and Salem fall to the ground, landing hard, but still concious.
Nov 30 20:41:34 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Screaming in pain and terror Kostya struggles to rise in a bid for freedom.
Nov 30 20:49:16 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As Coco grabs Kostya and picks him up, he struggles violently and manages to escape for the moment. Almost immedietely after he gets free, Coco quickly picks him up again and starts to carry him once more. He flails violently once again, and his fist connects violently with her nose, and the crack of bone can be heard.
Nov 30 21:03:27 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Coco doesn't even flinch as her nose is broken, but she frowns and throws Kostya into the wall, and as he hits, she yells. "FUCKING QUIT IT!" His head and body bounce off the wall, and he hits the floor.
Nov 30 21:09:46 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Cowed Kostya stands to follow her, groaning still clearly in agony.
Nov 30 21:14:49 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: All consumed by his pain Kostya merely shudders.
Nov 30 21:58:34 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol hides.
Nov 30 22:38:36 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Robert to save
Nov 30 22:39:14 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Robert to save
Nov 30 23:41:30 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Nov 30 23:48:04 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Nov 30 23:48:50 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Nov 30 23:49:14 :: (GC) Siol echoed: salutes.
Dec  1 00:08:23 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Your Lord Commander Militiant Siol is off for bed as well.
Dec  1 08:50:19 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Carl to save
Dec  1 09:38:21 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Coco to save
Dec  1 10:55:48 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  1 10:56:12 :: (GC) Faristil forced Cheezie to reply test
Dec  1 11:12:48 :: (GC) Faristil forced Gareth to save
Dec  1 11:16:59 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There are heavy foot steps outside the room, as the door swings open 3 men enter, bearing shot guns. The womasn shackled is moving slightly as if waking up from a deep sleep, the men ignore her as they move towards the man shackled. Carl sits on a chair as he looks at him, smoking his cigar
Dec  1 11:18:00 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Esteban to save
Dec  1 11:18:47 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Esteban to save
Dec  1 11:19:26 :: (GC) Faristil forced Carl to where
Dec  1 11:20:35 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Esteban to save
Dec  1 11:24:15 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Esteban to save
Dec  1 11:25:16 :: (GC) Faristil forced Gareth to save
Dec  1 11:27:42 :: (GC) Faristil forced Gareth to save
Dec  1 11:30:33 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Esteban to save
Dec  1 11:30:44 :: (GC) Faristil forced Gareth to save
Dec  1 11:31:57 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  1 11:33:00 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Esteban to Status-3
Dec  1 11:33:11 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  1 11:39:45 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Looking as if he has seen much better days Kostya walks down the main drag of Santa-Monica appearing as if he has suffered some grievious past injuries. Oddly enough already scarred over and healed.
Dec  1 11:40:46 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Standing in the Shadows, is none other than the victim of his attack earlier, Luke.  He steps out of the shadows upon seeing the haggert man.  "Ah Kostya, what a pleasant suprise"  he says, walking up behind him.
Dec  1 12:26:41 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Standing in the Shadows, is none other than the victim of his attack earlier, Luke.  He steps out of the shadows upon seeing the haggert man.  "Ah Kostya, what a pleasant suprise"  he says, walking up behind him.
Dec  1 12:27:11 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Walking over to one of the bikes, a purple and black one, she runs her fingers over the handlebars. "I don't know." Her voice was quiet and barely audible. "I'm sure it was a dream, after those people at Flying J, I'm sure that just manifested its self in my subconscious and then came out while I was asleep."
Dec  1 12:35:49 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "I don't know what mideval world you are living in, but I am no one's posession." She takes a step towards the door. "He has no hold on me what so ever, all he did was offer me a place to stay." 
Dec  1 12:37:51 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Shaking his head with a hmph Kostya says "She is unstable. I love her but she has lost her grip. She wishes to explode the san-andreas fault lines."
Dec  1 12:42:31 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 12:42:35 :: (GC) Crystal rposed: The door opens as a woman with black hair moves through it.  She rolls into the room before stopping.  Her right hand pushes forward on the wheel that side of her chair while her left goes the opposite direction, causing the wheelchair to pivot in place.  She reaches out and closes the door.  Pivots again she rolls towards the bar.  Her purse pinched beside her and side of her wheelchair.
Dec  1 12:54:13 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 12:56:23 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @cRaven shrugs a little before hopping down from the stage and landing gracefully on his feet. "@DPretty much in the same boat. Say, do you know any good places to get a drink around here?@c" He asks the man with a raised eyebrow.
Dec  1 12:58:37 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 12:59:37 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @cRaven opens his mouth to reply when his cell phone begins to beep, indicating that he has a text message. Pulling out the sleek black phone he flips it open and reads the contents with a curious look on his face. "@DIt seems that I'm wanted outside of the Elysium. Feel like coming along?@c"
Dec  1 13:00:27 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 13:00:30 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @cRaven nods and begins to move quickly toward the exit.
Dec  1 13:01:34 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @cSteps outside of the lobby and looks around, a curious expression on his face as he spies two men. Looking back to the being beside him, he begins to approach Luke.
Dec  1 13:04:41 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 13:05:53 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 13:09:30 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 13:11:54 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 13:19:26 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Looking at the man with curious eyes. "Don't change the subject. You said vampires, didn't you? Boy, you are living in a dream world where monsters roam and no one is safe. Are you going to tell me that there are werewolves too? Zombies and  gremlins hiding under bridges?" she sniffs a laugh and straddles the bike. "Well, I guess I should learn how to ride one first. How do I look?"
Dec  1 13:27:43 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 13:42:59 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: A creaking can be heard under the bench Rhiannon is sitting on, then a small snap. Suddenly the bench collapses underneath the woman, sending her falling backward to hit her head on the cold concrete of the garage.
Dec  1 13:43:20 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Rhiannon to save
Dec  1 13:45:37 :: (GC) Cheezie snoops Rhiannon
Dec  1 13:47:59 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 13:59:50 :: (GC) Cheezie snoops Raven
Dec  1 14:05:32 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Cool as ice Kostya smiles and shakes his head "No no." he says simply. "And do not try any of those silly police interogation techniques. I did not spend so many years in the KGB to play these games with an underling."
Dec  1 14:10:09 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: As Rhiannon climbs the stairs, she loses her footing for just a moment, skidding down a few and hitting her knee as she lands. Looking up at the stairs, a greasy rag has been left on them, previously unnoticed.
Dec  1 14:10:46 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Rhiannon to save
Dec  1 14:13:01 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Angry pounding is heard as she moves up the stairs. Opening the door, she walks in, one of her footfalls sounding lighter than the other, and soon the door slams shut. 
Dec  1 14:15:23 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:17:40 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:19:55 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: world A giant meteor crashes into Robert's bike
Dec  1 14:24:04 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:33:03 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:33:35 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:38:44 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:39:38 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:47:02 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:47:45 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:48:32 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to save
Dec  1 14:49:30 :: (GC) Faristil forced Sheltark to doing is standing around.
Dec  1 14:50:08 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to roomdesc A lanky man with dark hair.
Dec  1 14:50:11 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to roomdesc A lanky man with dark hair
Dec  1 15:05:25 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to Status-0
Dec  1 15:05:36 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to status Status-0
Dec  1 15:05:49 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to aura Fame-1 photographer
Dec  1 15:07:27 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to roomdesc A tall thin man with razor cut black hair and striking blue eyes
Dec  1 15:07:34 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Coco
Dec  1 15:08:12 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec  1 15:08:27 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Valens to doing is here
Dec  1 15:43:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA tall hispanic man enters the room, adjusting his tie as his dark eyes sweep the area, noting the occupants.
Dec  1 15:49:23 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: explodes
Dec  1 15:49:33 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: explodes
Dec  1 16:01:25 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's smile drops away, his expression becoming cold. "@rWho would know, Mr. Konstantin. You've probably supplied too many with your weaponry.@D"
Dec  1 16:09:34 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth pulls a chair up to the other side of the table, before lowering himself delicately. He folds his hands in his lap, watching Kostya across the table. "@rI couldn't care less about economics. I find it irritating, however, that military weaponry, especially rocket-proppeled weaponry, is being sold to those who would destroy me.@D"
Dec  1 16:41:00 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: A slight breeze ruffles her hair and she shivers slightly "I didn't mean it like that. I think it's interesting, dangerous, but interesting none the less." As she moves closer to you, the color of her eyes can be clearly seen as she looks directly into yours. "How did your life get messed up? I see you're still walking and talking, it can't be that bad, can it?"
Dec  1 16:49:12 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  1 16:53:00 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  1 16:58:26 :: (GC) Faristil forced Morgan to status Sabbat- 3
Dec  1 16:58:31 :: (GC) Faristil forced Sheltark to Sabbat- 2
Dec  1 16:58:39 :: (GC) Faristil forced Sheltark to status Sabbat- 2
Dec  1 16:58:52 :: (GC) Faristil forced Morgan to aura
Dec  1 17:16:19 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Getting a slight bit of humor from this scene, the man steps over towards Crystal.  "Looking for romance in all the wrong places?"  He chuckles a bit.
Dec  1 17:16:57 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to s
Dec  1 17:24:26 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Tapping the sides abit he revs his engine. Sounding more like an plane engine than the fuel injection of those nearby. A young girl with a flag comes out to count them down. Soon as she says "Go" and drops the flag, Robby peels out, taking an early lead.
Dec  1 17:27:32 :: (GC) Faristil forced Ran to save
Dec  1 17:30:33 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  1 17:32:11 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  1 17:32:57 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Chuckling a bit he responds.  "History, the occult, that kind of thing."  He grins.
Dec  1 17:36:24 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: tears fly out of her eyes from the sheer wind speed. She can hear something that sounds like laughter coming from in front of her. When she realizes that it was the driver of this tiny scrap of expensive metal that sits on only two small rubber tires was the one laughing, she thought him daffy. "He is an insane psychotic that wants to kill himself and has a beef agains purple haired ballet dancers." she says to herself.  
Dec  1 17:37:42 :: (GC) Faristil forced Coco to request Luke is an awesome rper. 
Dec  1 17:38:48 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Luke to request I'd like to vote for Coco, because she's not just the breast, she's the whole darn chicken.
Dec  1 17:41:59 :: (GC) Ran rposed: Ran's eyes dart open and directly at Lenny.  He blinks a few times, then looks over at the woman shackled before glancing back to Lenny.  He looks down at the bleeding wrist then opens his mouth and leans his head back.
Dec  1 18:01:29 :: (GC) Robert rposed: "Running three seconds better than your old one, but shit.. thats still not the five seconds you claimed this bad boy would do." Holding his hands out to the side he laughs, "Aw come on man, I'm not even topping her out Max. She's got a few bugs in her and her body needs some work after last night but its still a golden time." Laughing the black man replies, "Ya ya white boy, just glad you don't race cars or my ass would be livin up in Inglewood again with my momma."
Dec  1 18:18:18 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Looking at the money, she tilts her head. "Thanks, It'll help." she stuffs the money in the pocket of her shreaded jeans and smiles.  "You're some kind of crazy, but i have to admit, you're good at what you do."
Dec  1 18:24:20 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "That's a very interesting analysis of life, Robert." She cocks her head to the side, a small smile playing on her lips. "Do you like being called Robert? Or do you like a different name?" 
Dec  1 18:25:48 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Coco to save
Dec  1 18:44:18 :: (GC) Cheezie snoops Ran
Dec  1 21:19:01 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Coco's eyebrows raises high above the rims of her glasses and she leans forward, "Fo' real?  You think she met Britney?  Or maybe Justin?  Shit.. man, that's so unfair..."  She slides back into her seat and looks toward the door, slouching a little, "I mean Justin's no Kal'El or nuthin... but he IS the dude that brought sexy back."
Dec  1 21:34:38 :: (GC) Coco rposed: "Muscle car? See I was thinkin' about gettin' one... but I jus' think I'd look stupid, y'know?" The young woman props her feet up on the bench on the other side, sliding even further down into her seat.
Dec  1 22:34:19 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: A man walks in carrying a tray with some less than palatable looking fast food fare. He places it on the table and begins unwrapping it.
Dec  1 22:36:31 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The pale man looks up at the Russian, he seems somewhat weasley or minky. Something you just cannot pinpoint, but there is something off about him. "You don't like reconstituted pigeon? Are you too good for pigeon?!"
Dec  1 22:41:58 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The man sits down and gives a small humph, "Well then it's bully for you, because you can't have any anyway." Grabbing up the burger, he takes a large bite out of it, chewing slowly. Grease drips down his jowls to the fabric of his shirt.
Dec  1 22:44:25 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The wealsy man looks at Kostya and then lifts a napkin to his lips, regurgitating the chews up burger into it and laying it on the table. "I'm a vampire, but mother birth must feed the babies... does this look any better?"
Dec  1 22:45:19 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Licking his lips a little the russian looks at the weasley man predatorily "You are lucky you are already dead, I was entertaining the idea of eating you instead."
Dec  1 22:48:17 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The weasley man winks at the Russian and holds out a hand, "If you want to eat, if you need to, do it..."
Dec  1 22:50:10 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The older man nods a little and seems a bit dismayed, "Are you sure?  I'm told I have very tasty flesh."
Dec  1 22:52:27 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The old man looks at his hand again and shrugs, baring his fangs to the Russian, "I bet you taste good."
Dec  1 23:03:13 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The old man yelps and scurries out the room as quickly as he came, leaving the remnants of the burger and the chewed up bits in his wake.
Dec  2 03:06:54 :: (GC) Endymion forced Robert to roleplay
Dec  2 07:40:37 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  2 07:43:30 :: (GC) Faristil forced Rhiannon to sco
Dec  2 07:44:06 :: (GC) Faristil forced Rhiannon to sco
Dec  2 07:44:13 :: (GC) Faristil forced Rhiannon to sco
Dec  2 07:44:41 :: (GC) Faristil forced Rhiannon to aura
Dec  2 07:44:43 :: (GC) Faristil forced Rhiannon to stua
Dec  2 07:44:45 :: (GC) Faristil forced Rhiannon to status
Dec  2 08:38:01 :: (GC) Cheezie snoops Lea
Dec  2 10:33:21 :: (GC) Sheltark rposed: The city Seems very busy as there is honking and houting on the freeway, cars are starting to be backing up all the way south as the busy motorist try to get home, The building seems to give off a certain resting point option as towards the north you can only see buildings and to the south also. Sheltark is standing on the grass with his hands by his side, he looks at the cars with curiosity but also fear and confusion as anything with technology does bring out these emotions
Dec  2 10:38:34 :: (GC) Carl rposed: As heavy footsteps come closer and closer, you can ear the door swing open as 3 men enter with shotuns, but this time thier shotguns are pointed towards the woman. Carl looks at the men. "She fucken does anyting stupid you shoot her in the fucken cunt.." Carl moves forward and nudges her with his shotgun. "Wake up"
Dec  2 10:42:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Azure eyes shift their gaze upwards for a moment, offering the blond man a passing glance before once more changing their focus to study the area around the pair with a critical eye. Long, lithe arms are crossed over a slim chest, nimble fingers tapping at the exposed skin of the young woman's arms. Her angelic face hold no sign of pleasure or annoyance. Eyelids lower slightly, lashes casting a shadow over high, rounded cheeks. "So, here we are.", is stated in a smooth, silvery tone, as emotionless 
Dec  2 10:43:02 :: (GC) Carl rposed: As heavy footsteps come closer and closer, you can ear the door swing open as 3 men enter with shotuns, but this time thier shotguns are pointed towards the woman. Carl looks at the men. "She fucken does anyting stupid you shoot her in the fucken cunt.." Carl moves forward and nudges her with his shotgun. "Wake up"
Dec  2 10:43:35 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The woman groans a bit looking up.  She soon realizes what is happening and begins frantically trying to get free.
Dec  2 10:46:47 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: She slowly stops moving.  "What do you want you assholes?"  She growls, looking very pissed.
Dec  2 10:49:26 :: (GC) Ran rposed: Ran's grin grows wider as he watches the firing line form.  He snaps at the woman when she speaks, "I want you stop crying, you fucking slut."  As hope for the demise of cellmate rises, he starts cackling wildly, the skeletal tattoo on his face dancing and looking maniacly as he does so.
Dec  2 10:53:35 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The woman begins screaming, rather pissed off.  "You cocksuckers can't keep me here, my master will be here soon to free me, I won't say anything!"  She spits on Carl's leg.
Dec  2 10:59:15 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Screaming in pain she utters all kinds of obscenities, as her foot gets cleanly blown off, splattering blood all over the wall.  She continues doing this for a few moments before looking at Carl.  "I'm going to fucking kill you!"  She screams.
Dec  2 11:01:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A slight inclination of his head is given by the young man, a few dirty-blond curls obscuring his features slightly, lapsing into a thoughtful silence. Arms uncrossing, his pale hands move to gently smooth the material of his baggy pants with the palms of his hands, the movements quickly becoming repetitive as the soft sound of flesh on material can be heard. Gaze never faultering a thing shoulder is shrugged slightly in response to his companion's words. His comments towards his companion's words a
Dec  2 11:04:36 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The woman remains silent, gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, obviously extremely angry.
Dec  2 11:07:44 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Trying not to drink the blood, the woman can do very little however, she gets it all done and starts groaning once more.  Occasionally cursing.
Dec  2 11:10:02 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: "This is blasphemy...this is madness!" "Madness...THIS IS MUSHROOM KINGDOM!" -fireball sound-
Dec  2 11:11:41 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @cThe door to the old celtic bar opens and a large man with dark tanned skin steps through. Pulling his coat close to him, he seems to stifle a shiver as he looks around, his cool eyes surveying the scene. Glancing up to the traditional Irish sign, he shakes his head softly. "@DWhat a terrible name...@c" He murmers as he approaches the bar and addresses the barkeep. "@DExcuse me,@c" He says lightly to the man. "@DHave you seen a rather remarkable woman with purple hair in here by any chance?@c"
Dec  2 11:13:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Pale pink lips part slightly as though the young man is about to talk, though only a soft puff of air escapes them in a sound much akin to a very soft sigh. His eyes scan the area, gaze pausing from time to time, before nodding once in a curt manner. Hands abandoning their task to smooth his pants, his arms drop back down to his sides, hanging limply. He takes a step forward, boots making a soft thud with each long stride taken. Pace neither brisk or leisurely, his long legs carry him with careful a
Dec  2 11:14:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: careful and precise strides.
Dec  2 11:15:34 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: The man points to the pooth where Rhiannon sits "O'er there." he says with a strong Irish accent. He waves back to the girl and smiles "A foine colleen." he says. Rhiannon spots you and waves you over. "Come have a drink or some stew, it's the best I've ever had."
Dec  2 11:15:56 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The woman starts speaking slowly.  "Ohhh leg's gone, fuck, I think the pieman got it."  She chuckles a bit.  "I wish i could kill that cockgrass."  She continues on her head looking around.
Dec  2 11:20:07 :: (GC) Raven rposed: @cSmiles to the barkeep and passes him a folded bill before turning around. Nodding to Rhiannon he speaks back to the barkeep. "@DA pinte o' Ginny,@c" He says in a fair approximation of the Irish accent before strolling over to the woman's table. "@DHello there,@c" He says warmly as he settles down into a chair across from you. "@DI'm glad to see you made it home safely. Horrible timing those truckers had...@c"
Dec  2 11:21:10 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The woman smiles and begins speaking in a language no one here understands.  
Dec  2 11:26:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The youth simply keeps moving down the street with purposeful strides, taking care to ensure that nothing touches his willowy body and weaving around anybody he passes, giving them as wide a berth as possible. These actions cause his walking to become rather sporadic. Arms remain pinned to his sides, hands tucked safely into his pockets and elbows purposely held as close to his slender torso as possible. Every now and then, his eyes study a particular face, movements slowing considerable when he doe
Dec  2 11:27:49 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: does so.
Dec  2 11:30:33 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The woman starts pointing and laughing at Ran, obviously losing focus. "You're such a silly little boy."  She laughs.
Dec  2 11:35:48 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Ran to save
Dec  2 11:37:14 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Gets up off the couch and walks over to Kenneth changing tacts "So when does the big boss get here?"
Dec  2 11:38:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Giggling, the woman slowly dozes off muttering something about the sun.
Dec  2 11:39:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still moving along, the young man turns his head to the side and looks upward, allowing his to look his companion in the face. Shaking his head, curls once more obscure his visage, an eyebrow raising slightly for a mere moment before the facial gesture vanishes into the night. "No.", is stated quietly, as though to emphasize his point. Eye study his companion in a vaguely friendly manner. "Contacts in a, in a contested city are hard, are hard to come by.", is stated in a halting manner. After a mome
Dec  2 11:39:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: moment, "Yourself?", is added as a seeming afterthought.
Dec  2 11:41:11 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Guillaume to save
Dec  2 11:41:38 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Guillaume to save
Dec  2 11:42:00 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Spooning another bite in her mouth, she shakes her head. "He better not. But I think I'm going to try to find my own place. I don't even like the thought of people thinking that." As she leans back, she rests her head on the booth, but a flash of pain clouds her eyes. "Damn," she mutters as her hand reaches back to rub her head. "Yesterday was horrible."
Dec  2 11:42:41 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  2 11:43:36 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  2 11:46:55 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suit-draped hispanic walks over to Kostya, grabbing the russian by the shoulders, expression stern and quite obviously angered. He stares directly into the prisoners' eyes, saying "@r/Tell me every piece of information about the bomb./@D" In a mesmeric tone.
Dec  2 11:55:26 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Lisa to save
Dec  2 11:57:48 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Lisa to save
Dec  2 11:59:54 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "What kind of business do you do, Mister Martin?" she asks, her voice sweet and silvery. Her amethyst gaze moves from her food to your own eyes. "You seem to be a man of many talents."
Dec  2 12:05:46 :: (GC) Raven rposed: Continuing to smile brightly, Raven takes another sip of his drink before replying. "Well, back in New Orleans I worked with a friend to build a bakery. Now that it's doing well, we decided we might branch out into other business interests, particularly import/export. Thats why I'm here right now in fact."
Dec  2 12:36:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suited hispanic man leads his companion outside, where a good-as-new black chevy nova waits on the street. Kenneth moves around to the other side, popping open the drivers side door before climbing in and starting the engine. The car purrs to life, the engine revving like the roar of a panther, its sleek black body shimmering in the moonlight.
Dec  2 12:41:40 :: (GC) Robert rposed: A thin young man with sharp features enters the bar, puffing on a cigarette. His platinum hair and golden eyes standing out in stark contrast. Lithely dodging the fleeing woman he heads over to the bar to see what they have.
Dec  2 12:47:42 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DWith a screech of tires, the nova pulls onto the street and carries the two men through the city. Kenneth turns here and there, cutting through the streets and heading towards orange county. "@rOrange County is my usual stomping grounds.@D" He pulls through orange county and blah blah they drive through the city before returning.
Dec  2 12:48:31 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Shrugging the tall russian  makes his way over toward the newcomer, a heady billows of smoke following in his wake as he stoops to help with the lighting.
Dec  2 12:51:51 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth reenters the room after nearly twenty minutes absence, instantly relieving the guard of his post, before glancing around the room and straightening his tie.@W
Dec  2 13:00:53 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to title eats hickory smoke horse buttholes
Dec  2 13:08:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: He mumbles incoherently, looking rather surly about his polite deed.
Dec  2 13:28:44 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "...That sounds quite regular to me. You've obviously never partook of the vampire counter-culture in Las Vegas..", the lithe and striking Englishman admits, taking another strand of lights from Kostya, and hanging them upon a section of the wall, "..Though, it does sound as if you've been a rather naughty boy, Kostya. Any chance for redemption, or are we just a straight-and-through thug to the core..?". There's no malice in this. Just a statement.
Dec  2 13:33:36 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Just shaking his head, Gareth doesn't seem to catch the look from Kenneth, but does manage a, "..Fight the good fight, precious..", before returning his conversation to Kostya, "..You want to straighten out? I can do it for you. Don't even question that. I've been around since 1242. That's a long time, you know? You just stick around a bit longer, chum..".
Dec  2 13:39:08 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) "rest of the people that you've probably run into..", and as if to emphasize this, he flexes the fingers of his right hand, where every one seems to be covered with an assortment of rings, new and very old, "..I've had 700 years to practice..".
Dec  2 13:43:16 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, it will probably feel less benevolant than it really is. I'm not going to hold your hand and offer psychology. It'll involve raping your mind a fair bit, and re-arranging some of those more sadistic tendencies that happen there. I can also make you scared to death of Coke. That's always a fun one. Did it to a ghoul once that got a bad taste of the stuff..". The striking Englishman admits all of this in a matter-of-fact tone, continuing to hang out the Christmas lights, "..I'm not really benev
Dec  2 13:43:51 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I'm not really benevolent, but anyone who has the ingenuity to play with the people that you do, has the potential to do more..".
Dec  2 13:53:06 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: snickers at this, "..Oh, I've been around a bit longer than the KGB, I assure you. I've worked with them before, though. Crude, I thought. I didn't care for it too much. I have a rather large belief in tact, is all..", he explains, before stepping off of the stool again, and examining the work that has been done.
Dec  2 13:53:07 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Dec  2 13:58:03 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Dec  2 13:58:39 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Gabriel is a good man. He's fair, and does things a bit different from the rest of the Camarilla. He was a knight. He and I went through the Crusades together. Just speak to him with respect, and be polite. He'll do the same..", Gareth admits, watching Kostya for several moments, before adding in, "..Then again. I haven't seen him in three-hundred years. He could have changed..".
Dec  2 14:32:10 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..A vampire, eh? One that hangs around here much? Or not? I'd like to have a look into her, if I could. If you don't mind, that is. You said she was a bit unstable..", the Englishman admits, watching Kostya.
Dec  2 17:11:51 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The chant "ONE OF US, ONE OF US!" can be heard on the wind.
Dec  2 18:11:57 :: (GC) Chronos forced Robert to save
Dec  2 20:15:33 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Alicia
Dec  2 20:17:51 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec  2 21:34:58 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The restaurant seems to be fairly busy this evening, the wait staff busily carrying food and empty plates to and from the kitchen. A dark haired man and a young girl sit in the corner of the room at a small table. Their table is empty and their menus in their hands.
Dec  2 21:35:19 :: (GC) Chronos forced Althea to save
Dec  2 21:45:08 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man seems to be growing slightly impatient as he waits for the server. He nervously taps the edge of his menu on the table as he glances around the room. The young girl next to him reaches over and places her hand on his arm. "Calm down already, its busy, they will be here in a minute." She says to him.
Dec  2 21:54:45 :: (GC) Chronos forced Simon to save
Dec  2 21:55:12 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The wait waiter approaches their table with their drinks. A glass of water and a glass of Antinori Tignanello. The waiter bows slightly and informs the two that their meal will be ready in a moment. "See, I told you." The young girl playfully sticks out her tongue. The dark haired man glares at her, then smiles gently. "You know better than to behave that way."
Dec  2 22:07:03 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The waiter approaches with two plates in his hand. "Alright we have a Arni Skaras for the young lady." He sets down broiled lamb chop on a fine plate surrounded in vegetables. "And Stifatho for your father." He sets down the plate of veal and onions infront of him and winks at the young girl. The dark haired man growls slightly, and the young girl gently squeezes his arm. "Oh this isn't my father, its my boyfriend." She smiles, and the astonished waiter leaves.
Dec  2 22:16:35 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The young girl rolls her eyes with out looking at the man. "Listen buddy, mind your own business." She turns to look at the man and scans him. The dark haired man turns and looks at the man. "You again..." He pauses for a short moment, then turns around. "Lets go Maria." He starts to stand but the young girl grabs his arm. "No, I wanted to eat here now lets eat here." Taking in a deep breath he sits back down.
Dec  2 22:26:53 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man takes his fork and knife and begins to cut small slices off of the veal steak. The girl doing the same with her lamb chop. The man says nothing as the girl begins to make small talk inbetween bites. "Well birthday is coming up, and I was hoping..." She pauses for dramatic effect. The dark haired man looks over at her. "You want a car don't you... I don't know if I feel safe with you on the roads... I have seen you drive." She crosses her arms huffing slightly. "Well if you would 
Dec  2 22:27:07 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: "Well if you would teach me." The man looks over at the
Dec  2 22:27:32 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: "Well if you would teach me." The man looks over at the girl, "Please Maria, will you not do this here." She sighs slightly, "Alright I won't, so long as you teach me to drive." She grins and winks at him. "Fine just eat." He takes another bite.
Dec  2 22:40:51 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man pushes his half eaten plate of food and wipes off his hands. Swallowing, the young girl looks at him. "Your not going to finish you feel ok?" She takes another bite chewing it slowly. The man nods his head slightly, "Yes Im fine, Im just not the hungry." He leans forward with his hands in his lap. The girl just shrugs. "What ever you want sweetheart." She pauses for a moment in thought. "Can I have your onions?"
Dec  2 22:51:59 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man looks over at the man near by, he then looks back over to Liz. "Maria, after dinner, have Blayne drive you home alright." She pouts slightly then nods. Finishing her meals she stands up and hugs the dark haired man. He smiles and kisses her forehead. "I will be home in hour promise." With that she leaves.
Dec  2 22:57:36 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man nods slightly, then calls over the waiter. "Will you please set up drinks for me and this gentleman in the private dinning room." He motions towards the other man as the waiter nods and heads back into the kitchen. "I prefer to speak in private." He waits for the man to finish.
Dec  2 23:01:53 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man enters into the private room. A small table has already been prepared for the two men, their drinks sitting waiting for them. He stakes his seat behind his drink and slips on it slightly. "Alright, what do we need to speak about."
Dec  2 23:10:54 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man nods slightly and leans back into his chair. "Yes..." He reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a silver case, opening it fine cigars line its insides. He sets it down on the table open after taking one for himself. "Cigar?" He then bites the end off of the cigar and holds it in his mouth. Pulling a small wooden match from his pocket he strikes it with his thumb, he winces slightly as he lights the cigar.
Dec  2 23:22:11 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man takes a long drag on the cigar, blowing smoke from the corners of his mouth. "The Baali, now thats something you don't hear much." He thinks for a moment, "Not much, I know they are an old Clan, evil incarnate." He takes another drag, this one much shorter. "As far as Angels, Its possible. As a man of God myself, I like to belive that they are floating around doing their thing."
Dec  2 23:25:40 :: (GC) Chronos forced Althea to save
Dec  2 23:31:05 :: (GC) Chronos forced Simon to save
Dec  2 23:31:29 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man nods slightly "Gurkha, limited editon Black Beauty." He then takes a sip of his wine. "As far as the stories, Yes we have all heard them. What of it?" He taps the ashes off the end of his cigar.
Dec  2 23:39:05 :: (GC) Chronos forced Simon to save
Dec  2 23:40:24 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man's face doesn't seem to change. "Well that would be a problem, I can't make any money if everyone is dead..." He takes a long draw on his cigar and blows the smoke into a ring. "So what do you need from me?"
Dec  2 23:49:06 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man reaches into his pocket and dials a number. "Just a moment." He waits for a moment. "Blayne, come pick me up." He then hangs up the phone. "I will see what I can do about the angel thing, however the gun part... well that part I can do." He drains his drink puts out his cigar leave half of the expensive cigar in the tray. "If you will follow me, We will head go get started. Since we are short on time."
Dec  2 23:55:02 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Blayne drops the two men off at the front door before driving off to the garage. Matteo walks to the front door and opens it quietly. "Now please, until we get down stairs, I would prefer for Maria to not know we are here yet. She knows nothing." He opens the door and enters into the large mansion.
Dec  3 00:00:15 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man pulls open the false rack that hides the door into this barren room. He walks to the other side the table. "This is my selection room, tell me what your interested in and I will have it shipped. Of course anything of Beretta make I can get within a few hours, anything else, a day or two at the most." He leans forward on the stone counter waiting, an odd smile of joy on his face.
Dec  3 00:05:30 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Selecting the Mp5 Navy he sets it down on the counter aswell as Saw, and an Ak-47. Seeming done as he looks about, "Can you get your hands on a sixty Cal machine gun, I'm sure theres at least one Vampire who will be apart of this fight who can use it standing in place."
Dec  3 00:05:31 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Matteo
Dec  3 00:08:03 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec  3 00:11:29 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man smiles and nods. "I have one now, but its pretty old, I will see what I can do about getting a newer one." He reaches under the table and pulls out a pad of paper. "Alright what kind of numbers am I looking at here?"
Dec  3 00:21:42 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: "Well its a 45 Cal, so its got more punch than most Beretta made pistols, as all but the revolvers are nine mils. However they can be a little hard on the arm after extensive firing. The Beretta is going to not tire you out as much, so you will have more accurate shots longer." He pulls a pistol off the wall. "Also these are semi-automatics, However I myself favor Revolvers as well."
Dec  3 00:31:58 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man writes down on the list the numbers. "As for the grenades," He points over at a large crate in the corner. "I have plenty of shrapnel grenades, however I don't have any concussive. Its on the list though." He looks over the list. "Alright I will call in a few favors and see if I can't get these here by tomorrow night." He then walks over to the safe in the corner opening it. He pulls out several boxes of bullets of varying caliber. "I have regular and armor piercing for the M16, 
Dec  3 00:32:17 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: 60Cal,SAWs, and one box of specials for that 45. The 9 mils, I have more bullets for them than I know what to do with."
Dec  3 00:33:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Standing off to the side, a willowy figure can be seen from within the shadows cast by the various street lamps, face partially obscured and distorted by the darkness of the night. Brilliant eyes, like shards of turquoise, look around at the various individuals going about their business, gaze pausing from time to time so that a particular face and be studied in depth. One long, lithe arm hangs casually at the side of the figure's slender torso while the other is bent at the elbow with a pale hand r
Dec  3 00:33:33 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: resting on a narrow yet defined hip. Nimble fingers tape idly upon the small patch of skin revealed between the low waist of loose UFO cargo pants and the fitted bodice of a corset. Blond curls frame the unmoving form's face, accenting the fine features.
Dec  3 00:35:30 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A young boy walks along the side walk, wide eyed and wondering he looks at everything he can take in. His hands rest in the front pocket on his hoodie.
Dec  3 00:39:01 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man scratches his slightly scruffy chin. "The truck..." He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a credit card and tosses it onto the table. "Go get what you need, I don't have one. As far as the Fodder, its not really my thing, but I can make a few calls."
Dec  3 00:47:10 :: (GC) Althea rposed: A black-clad girl runs her fingers through her violet hair, occasionally stopping to pick chipped red nail polish from her fingernails. Her gaze, coming from behind black-framed glasses, flits from person to person, but stays mostly trained on the polish flaking from her nails.
Dec  3 00:49:45 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The man nods. "I can understand that. As far as the fodder, well I prefer dead fodder. There are only two kinds of dead the useful and the worthless... Giovanni have a way of making the worthless useful again. I will get you some fodder, but they won't be good for anything but that." He laughs as he adds it to the list. Checking his silver watch. "Well Im afraid my hour is almost up, and I have a date to finish. I trust you can see your self out." With that he makes his way to the door.
Dec  3 00:51:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Turquoise eyes shift their focus, turning towards the girl now, a vague sense of interest flickering through their brilliant depths. Eyelids lowering a bit, twin fans of long, dark lashes cast shadows upon the rounded apples of high cheekbones. No emotion is visible upon the willowy form's angelic visage, though a soft thud can be heard as a platform boot makes contact with the ground, a long leg taking a stride forward.
Dec  3 00:53:20 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Nodding towards the blond girl, she looks off into the distance, then hurriedly walks away, her head down.
Dec  3 00:59:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A slight shrug of a wide but thin shoulder and a somewhat quirked brow is the only response to the girl's abrupt flight from the area, though this action seems to matter little the willowy figure as cold eyes follow the girls form until it's out of sight, fully swallowed by the night.
Dec  3 01:07:58 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Is 'at right?" Pelliden narrows his eyes a little , looking a little closer at the motorcycle
Dec  3 01:24:13 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "An' who are you, exactly?" Pelliden asks, eyeing the man quizzically.
Dec  3 01:45:29 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: " I'll let him know- see y'don't wreck that bike, sah."
Dec  3 05:57:17 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Dec  3 05:58:50 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Dec  3 05:59:09 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Dec  3 05:59:21 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Dec  3 08:09:52 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She skipped in, dressed in a nice little pink dress with a denim jacket and soft pink mary-janes. Ignoring the counter and finding a table, she sat down immediately in a chair and started drumming on the table, then picked up a shaker of cinnamon and begun making plane noises as she flew it around with her hand.
Dec  3 08:13:02 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The doors to the starbucks swing open as a tall blonde man dressed in all white enters the store hands resting inside his pant pockets, his bright blue eyes scout out the area as he enters taking in the people inside. Gracefully he makes his way toward the counter where he orders a grande vanilla bean frappacino, lifting a hand from his pocket he laid down more than enough money for the drink and offered the person behind the counter a smile as he turned to face the store while his drink was prepare
Dec  3 08:13:28 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: prepared. "Nice place" he said to himself as his eyes locked on the figure of the small girl playing with the cinnamon.
Dec  3 08:16:10 :: (GC) Marie rposed: The young blonde haired girl didnt even pay attention as she continued to play with her cinnamon shaker. Soon picking up a container of creamer and proceeding to crash the two containers together. A young woman looked over at the girl and rolled her eyes, the young girl stuck her tongue out the woman and turned back to her shakers, now making them talk to eachother with different voices.
Dec  3 08:25:05 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looked up at the man and then down at her shakers, then slid them aside, "Mhm....Um....did you need something....um.....maam......uh...sir?" She looked from the man to the shakers then grabbed the shakers and started to make them dance together.
Dec  3 08:26:44 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The man shook his head slowly, "No, I didn't just saw you playing and didn't see your mom or dad, so I figured I would say hi and make sure you were not lost or something" his face held his smile as he took a sip of his drink.
Dec  3 08:29:36 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she shook her head then reached into a jacket pocket, obviously putting the shakers down again and pulled out a bank card, "I have everything I need, thanks mister. I have access to all the food, water, candy, and toys i could ask for, and for luci too. Luci is my kitty, she's not allowed in the mall, so I told her to go get some food. She likes tuna, we got some from a garbage can and shared - i mean - bought some and shared it.
Dec  3 08:37:17 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: wad of money onto the table, "Even with all the money in the bank that should help get something nice for your kitty, whats your name?"
Dec  3 08:40:24 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shook her head and lowered her voice, "I didn't run away, but I'm not allowed to talk about it so shhh, or a prince will take my head. A man named Matteo told me, then he made a phonecall and walked away. I still have his card somewhere around here.......Just not on me I don't think. I was told not to take anything from anyone but okay...thank you...And I'm Marie," she beamed.
Dec  3 09:06:19 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shrugged, "Thats what I was told. But I'm not allowed to talk about it, and I don't want to lose my head, so we shouldn't talk about it. If anyone knew i told you, I'd lose my head..i think.....I've never lost my head before but.........I dont want to lose it, i like it where it is."
Dec  3 09:17:33 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she shook her head, "No, he's just a man I met on the street and then he took me to a cemetary and we talked about how I'm photosensitive and dumb stuff, I didn't really understand most of what he said, not because I'm dumb, but he mumbled alot about just random stuff."
Dec  3 09:21:44 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: raised both eyebrows as he turned his full attention to the girl before taking a large gulp of his drink, "Really? he took a young girl like yourself to a cemetery? why would he do that" he asked questioningly, "You weren't scared?"
Dec  3 09:24:02 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shrugged yet again, 'I dunno, he said to keep me safe....but then he walked off. Great protection."
Dec  3 10:04:50 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shrugged yet again, 'I dunno, he said to keep me safe....but then he walked off. Great protection."
Dec  3 10:10:39 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looked down, "About a week, atleast in the center of it. My old mommy never let me in the city unless we were going shopping, but now I'm living here. Don't know why if someones trying to kill me, but people just think im a little girl with fantastic ideas, i dont know why i'd need to be killed. I talk about things and people just think its cute."
Dec  3 10:11:44 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looks up, "Oh and the man Matteo said something about half ass sires....I think that means the prince, because they call princes sire right? But I dunno, I'm only ten."
Dec  3 10:20:35 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She jumped from the seat, "She'd like that, it would make her happy. And I'm ten." She bounced around the table, gaining stares from people around her, though it was nothing one wouldn't expect from seeing a child normally.
Dec  3 10:22:37 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she shook her head, "I already ate. Thank you though."
Dec  3 10:23:32 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Wooo
Dec  3 10:23:51 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: woo
Dec  3 10:23:53 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: Does anybody see this?
Dec  3 10:28:12 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She takes the muffin and bends down, without saying a word a black cat runs across the parking lot and starts munching on the muffin, "Hello Luci, this is Gabriel, he got you the muffin, say hello to Gabriel, he's nice." She placed the muffin down on the ground and let the cat munch it as she stood up.
Dec  3 10:34:22 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she motioned and Luci backed up, hissing and Marie followed, except without the hissing, "Your like that man Matteo aren't you. You all ask me to go for walks then tell me some stuff."
Dec  3 10:38:27 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She tilted her head, "Luci, go give the nice man a hug, he bought you a muffin afterall........She hisses at you, she's never hissed at anyone before you, which means she doesn't like you....But I think you deserve a hug. I mean that you want to take me for a walk, and so far two other people have done that, Matteo and this biker, and his girl who kept calling me little bite.....I don't know why, I'm not a fish."
Dec  3 10:43:12 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looked up, "The crazy biker I said had a small penis? No, this was another one, and I didn't get the other mans name, I don't think. But someone made Luci attack and I thought it was this man named Salem, then I was surrounded by sunlight and the biker kicked me into a hydrant. It wasn't nice, but I'm photosensitive now so I guess it was good."
Dec  3 10:45:43 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shook her head, "No I mean it was night and a ring of sunlight appeared over my head, but okay. Come on Luci, lets go."
Dec  3 10:49:27 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she shook her head, "No, it didn't hurt."
Dec  3 10:56:24 :: (GC) Marie rposed: she simply nodded.
Dec  3 11:03:29 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She bent down and scratched the cat behind the ears, "Go play Luci, I'll be back soon."
Dec  3 11:04:26 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: All at once, the faces of several people begin to peer into the alley, almost a bit cautiously. They don't seem of the normal sort who would peer into an alley much, but all of the same, they have an intense fascination with Gabriel. One of them, breaking from the several, begins to approach. A dark-haired man in a business set, and a briefcase.
Dec  3 11:08:52 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The dark-haired man reaches Gabriel, and seems rather excited, extending a hand as if to shake, "..Sir. Sir! I must say, you are an absolutely brilliant person, and a humanitarian to all. It is a fine day when I am in your presence!". He doesn't speak beyond that, but just holds his hand out again. The other people hang back.
Dec  3 11:09:50 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She walks upto Gabriel and hugs him, "Okay, kitty is gone." She says as Luci runs off then turns around, coming towards Gabriel and wrapping herself around his legs. Marie squeezes him tightly, rubbing her cheek against gabriels stomach.
Dec  3 11:15:38 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Marie continues to cling to him, while Luci wraps her tail around his legs and sontinues to intwine herself in a figure of eight form.
Dec  3 11:33:41 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The man in the suit nods and smiles.  "Of course sir."  He smiles and slowly backpeddles a few feet before finally turning around to leave.
Dec  3 11:41:01 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She beamed happily and took Gabriels hand, practically grabbing it.
Dec  3 11:53:47 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: People stop and stare at you for five seconds then continue as usual
Dec  3 11:55:22 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She closed here eyes and continued to hold onto his hand.
Dec  3 11:57:13 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: continues leading them into a building and deeper inside of it, before finally opening a door and moving into another room, gently closing the door behind him, he looked around for a moment, "You can open your eyes now" he said as he moved to turn the tv on some cartoons, "I'm sure we have something around here Luci will love"
Dec  3 11:57:48 :: (GC) Faristil forced Allen to save
Dec  3 11:57:51 :: (GC) Marie rposed: opens her eyes and looks around the room.
Dec  3 11:58:15 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: One of the guards nods curtly at you as you pass, twitching with the effort not to comment on the child being brought into the Elysium.
Dec  3 12:01:47 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: Flashign colors appear on the big screen.  A little green faced man blinks at the viewer.  "GIR!"  he shouts.  WHAT DID YOU DO!?"  
Dec  3 12:02:25 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She jumped on the couch and stared at the cartoons, laughing and screaming as the man jumps at the screen, "Well, what do you want to know, make it specific and I'lla nswer."
Dec  3 12:06:02 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She continued to look at the cartoons, "Nothing, just that I had to be quiet and not talk about any of that stuff with anyone because if I did the prince would have my head. If I mentioned anything about my sire leaving and not coming back or anything -- oops. I mean my mommy coming back. And he gave me his card and told me to come to him if I had any problems I think, I'm not sure. And the biker man told me he had a friend who could help me, but then she said I was getting creepy when that halo of 
Dec  3 12:06:19 :: (GC) Marie rposed: "but then she said I was getting creepy when that halo of light appeared over me, and she kept calling me little bite."
Dec  3 12:11:37 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: "What?!  You mean something's broken and it's not your faults?"  GIR shrinks down on the television, the scene changing.  "I know!  I'm scared too..."
Dec  3 12:12:15 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She shrugged, "I dunno, she was there, then she was gone and she never came back, I know I'm something called a LaSombra though, I guess thats like some sort of spanish word for child, it sounds spanish."
Dec  3 12:16:05 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She turns to the screen and just stares into it, watching the cartoon and occasionally laughing at parts of it.
Dec  3 12:20:08 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She continues to be fixed on the screen, watching the cartoon intently and continuing to laugh at almost every moment there is.
Dec  3 12:22:46 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The cartoons abruptly switch off, flickerign and crackling.  A grave, elderly woman's face appears in it's place, people working in desks in the background.  "Breaking news in the disappearance case of a young girl by the first name Marie."  A picture of a small young girl holding a cat appears at the rightmost corner of the screen.  "A concerned citizen sent in this photograph from a camera phone.  There follows a burst of static and a hazy scene in which the little girl walks down the street in the
Dec  3 12:23:14 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: company of an older, mature male.  "Anybody with further information is urged to call the number at the bottom of the screen."
Dec  3 12:23:41 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Nodding over towards the Prince looking over to the screen, before looking back to the prince.  "That could complicate things."  He frowns.
Dec  3 12:24:34 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The bulletin continues for a few more minutes, giving personal details as well as stating that the girl's parents have been searching for her for the last two weeks.
Dec  3 12:30:05 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: Last reported seen in the Santa Monica area.  I have an update here.  This building is the last palce she was seen entering."  A vivid photograph of the Elysium building blows up to fill the screen before settling next to the previous pics.  The bulletin ends, and invader ZIM returns
Dec  3 12:31:47 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Pondering a moment, Luke speaks out.  "Well, I think we need to forge papers and have her made as your legal daughter."  He nods slowly.  "This would make it seem like a case of mistaken identity."  
Dec  3 12:33:33 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: even before that we need to convince the media thats what has happened, and see about 'suggesting' they change their information, perhaps to state that it was a false picture of some kinds"
Dec  3 12:55:45 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: A guard walks in, tight faced.  Trying not to cringe, he speaks "Sir?"
Dec  3 12:59:06 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: the guard clears his throat.  "I apologize sir but....they wish to bring you in for questioning.  they're pretty insistent."
Dec  3 13:00:04 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The guard clears his throat anxiously.  "I apologize sir...but they wish to bring in your person for questioning.  they're very persistent."
Dec  3 13:00:51 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: He shakes his head.  "No, but they're waiting outside the doors.  they say you have 5 minutes."
Dec  3 13:02:34 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: the guard bows formally and hastens to do the Princes bidding.
Dec  3 13:13:36 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: Two policemen, surprisingly fit models, with the vigor and crisp buzz cuts of youth stand stiff as Gabriel arrives.  "Mr. Bennett, we would like you to come with us on suspicion of......"  his walkie talkie crackles, and he holds it to his ear.  "Yes.  Yes sir.  What's that?"  He narrows his eyes at the Prince.  "Yessir."  He puts the device away.  "...on suspicion of kidnapping multiple girls, includingMarie.  We need to bring you in for questioning."
Dec  3 13:19:45 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: Abruptly the suspicious, poised postures of the policemen relax, and they sheepishly scuff their feet.  One looks away apologetically as the one who had consulted his superiors grins in a weak manner.  "I...I am sorry sir but I do have my orders.  It won't take more than a few minutes to question you andverify some things...."
Dec  3 13:24:44 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: finacially and my perfect record..." he sighed and looked between the officers, "The media should be ashamed to air such a thing without proof...I would think that should be a crime, don't you agree?"
Dec  3 13:25:54 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: othe cops look uncomfortable.  "That's true..but um...we're jsut beat cops sir.  We have to do what we're told.  "  He looks at the picture and smiles.  "Your daughter was very cute."  Sighing, he continues"  Unfortunately we also got a few tips that you'e been...' he blances" selling women in this building.  I'm sure it's not true but rgardless..."
Dec  3 15:13:26 :: (GC) Xeth gechoed: CAAAN YOUUUU DIG IIIIITT?
Dec  3 15:13:57 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "The police?" Pell replies incredulously. "What 'appened?"
Dec  3 15:17:22 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The door opens in a rush as Gabriel walks in he offers a quick nod to everyone there as he shuts the door, "I told the cops I was coming to get my things, their taking me in for questioning... I don't have time for details, someone locate her parents MAKE them tell the media/police they were lying..." he sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, "Also, make sure nobody gets to Marie at all costs, and if I am arrested, get me out before sun rise" 
Dec  3 15:37:02 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The police ofifcers agreed quickly, almost fawning over you as they lead you amiably out the steps and toward a waiting squad car.  A third policeman stands near, raising a brow.  "Did you search the place good?"  He asks.  One officer gapes, stammering, while the other pales and quickly recovers.  "Oh yeah sure, nothing the matter at all."
Dec  3 15:38:03 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Just plumb-dang loverly," Bea says with a dry laugh as she clasps her hands. One silvered brow arches and then the other, "I'll do what I can to help of course. If need be...her parents can't exactly take care of pressing charges and all if they can't half think straight, now can they?" She grins impishly.
Dec  3 15:40:02 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: One of the policemen opens the door for you, and alost belatedly begins to read you your rights, smiling the while.  
Dec  3 15:44:15 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The sergeant peers at his men darkly, and they stand abashed behind you.  ""Let's jsut think of it as just in case eh?  Now don't keep us waiting?  Let's get to the station so you can get bailed out."  he says, a touch sarcastically.
Dec  3 15:47:05 :: (GC) Xeth forced Gabriel to follow xeth
Dec  3 15:48:38 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: You are changed off to different guards, four of them, one a shortish, balding man, heavyset and with wide glasses perched on his middle aged face.  "Alright then sir, put up your arms before you enter the questioning room"
Dec  3 15:50:09 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "You trust the ol' woman at the wheel or are you driving?" Beatrice smirks as she reaches up to stroke her chin amusedly before glancing to Robert curiously
Dec  3 15:51:33 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: the cops frisk you, most sstanding about looking bored while the older, probably senior man blows through his lips and huffs down onto one knee to search you.  As he takes off your shoes and delves his fingers inside, he frowns.  "Hmmm."  he mutters.
Dec  3 15:54:48 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The balding man gives his fellow officers a sidelong look, and jerks his head toward the interrogation room.  The other officers take the hint and usher you inside as he replaces your shoes.  The room's door closes and locks behind you,  leaving you in the bare room with it's table and giant one way mirror.  The cops smile at you thinly as they wait.
Dec  3 15:55:56 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "I still got my skills...if'n y'all think y'all can handle a wild ride," Bea says absently, glancing over her shoulder to the obviously irritated Robert
Dec  3 15:58:12 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: a police officer enters and hands you a cellular phone.  He stands there to make sure you don't do anythign strange with it before leaving you to your call
Dec  3 16:03:17 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The guards enter, their bald officer leading.  He sits down across from you  and pushes his glasses up on his bulbous nose, rubbing the grease off his bare pate and tugging at his tie.  "Okay then..." he coughs gruffly.  "Care to explain this?"  He drops a small plastic bag in front of you, containing about 20 grams of white powder
Dec  3 16:07:35 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The officer snorts, growing slightly red faced.  "Not yours?  We found it in your goddamned shoe!"  Almost, he stands, but the presence of his other officers seems to calm him down.  thumbign his nose roughly, he slides it a bit closer.  "C'mon, we got tips you're running a pedophiliac prostitution ring, found this cocaien in your shoe....not to mention the kidnapping....that's all together gotta be at LEAST a dozen years in prison, being conservative."
Dec  3 16:09:29 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Looking mildly offended, Beatrice waves a hand dismissively before digging her hand into her purse and pulling out a set of keys with a rhinestone keychain that says 'Giddy Granny'. "O'Course I do. It ain't nothin like the ones I used ta drive, but it'll do in a pinch. Let's hit it." She presses the button on her keychain as she heads over to a sparkly purple convertible. Only of Ford make, but a 'stang, nonetheless. THe doors open. "Hop in an' hold ya panties."
Dec  3 16:09:43 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: but that is in no way fact"
Dec  3 16:11:43 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: "Listen"  The man slides over to you, placing his chair so that he sits close, leaning forward over the back.  "I doubt you could be guilty of so many crimes at once, but make things easy on yourself.  maybe the girl's your daughter.....maybe she isn't.  I'm making sure we look over the documents very.....carefully..."  He grimaces at you.  "We'll be forced to accuse you of all of them if we can't get the truth of the matter."
Dec  3 16:11:56 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A middle aged woman with black hair and brown eyes answers with a slight smile.  "Yes can I help you?"  she askes calmly, as an older man comes up behind her, observing the situation.
Dec  3 16:16:13 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Why, yes dearie. Are you the mother of that darling girl that was missing, ma'am?" Bea asks in a voice as sweet as honey.
Dec  3 16:17:57 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: You exercise your magnetic power, letting your aura seep through the room.  The three guards visibly relax, smiling at you and nodding, though the man in your face is unaffected
Dec  3 16:23:33 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Luke steps up and tells them "You have to confess to your daughter's murder.  You can't live with it any longer."  they seem confused by this and dazed, as if not believing it.  "I couldn't have they say with a cry."   Luke then motions over to the older lady with a nod.
Dec  3 16:24:01 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The officers shake their heads.  "No, we haven't checked it fully yet."  One admits, earning a look from his superior that makes him shut up.  the bald man grinds his teeth, then calms.  smiling, he takes out a cigarette.  Very close to your face, he flicks open his lighter, and a leaping, 5 ch flame ignites the tip of his Marlboro
Dec  3 16:34:17 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The officers stir.  "That's correct act..."  The man holds his lighter, still flaming.  "Haven't you been taught to lsiten to your superior officers?"  he demanded.  "I didn't think you were trained in interrogation."  "Sir..." he said, scowling, and the rest followed suit. "That's not ethical.  You can't be doing that or..." "fine" the man snapped, shutting his lighter with a click, and after beign glared at, smushing his cig out on the table
Dec  3 16:38:09 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: "Your attorney?"  He asks, haltingly.  His nose twitches.  As if on cue, the door bursts open.  "What's all this?!"  The officer asks standing bolt upright at the face of the newcoming officer.  "You can go Mr. Bennett"  he says, smiling, ignoring his (nominally) superior and extending a hand.  "Your lawyer called and everything's been taken care of.  Bail has been posted and we're looking elsewhere for our leads.  I hope you weren't too inconvenienced."
Dec  3 16:39:35 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The white clad man stands slowly from his chair offering a slight bow to the man who entered the room, "Thank you sir, do tell your supervisor that your officers were most kind, and you sir a very just man" smiling he looked at each officer, though his smile faded when it got to the one who was questioning him, "Have a good night" he stressed the word night slightly as he turned to walk out of the room.
Dec  3 16:41:14 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: "This can't be!"  The officer protests, snatching up the bag of powder.  "We found cocaine on the man!"  The other officer smirks, taking it away.  "Nothing but baking soda."  he smiles at Mr. Bennett. "He probably had athlete's foot."  The other shakes.  "That can't be!  I know it's...."  he stops short before he walks into a damning phrase, and merely trembles angrily
Dec  3 16:44:30 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Continuing to explain to them what they've done, Luke realizes the couple is beginning to realize what is going on.  A look of anger comes across his face.
Dec  3 16:44:41 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The man storms out before anythign else can be asked of him, leaving a bemused assembly behind.  "Well he's pissed."  oOne says mildly
Dec  3 16:46:37 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: "Oh certainly sir"  The information is rattled off with a curt nod.  "have a good evening Mr. Bennett"  You think you see as you leave a handful of officers sitting in the lounge, counting dollar bills.
Dec  3 16:52:01 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "How...how could you do it?!" Bea shudders, staring in anger at the parents a moment before bringing her hands up to her eyes as she breaks into sobs. She shakes her head and turns, sobbing loud and piteously all the way back to the car.
Dec  3 16:52:53 :: (GC) Luke rposed: The parents begin crying as they shut the door going to the phone.  "We have to tell the police we killed her."  They can be heard saying.  
Dec  3 18:44:26 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: looking vaguely like a vietnam pow with several days of unshaved beard and the scent of body oder the tall russian makes his way out, stretching his shoulders as he leaves the confines of the building.
Dec  3 18:55:24 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Dec  3 18:55:43 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Dec  3 19:12:22 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Robert to save
Dec  3 19:21:37 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The corner of his mouth twitching Kostya stretches, looking something akin to a prisoner of war with his several day old stubble and powerful scent of body oder.
Dec  3 19:44:15 :: (GC) Coco rposed: ladder
Dec  3 19:46:12 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Dropping down behind Coco the tall russian simpers "You , like I, destroy what you hold dear." he winces as he hits the ground, expecting something dire.
Dec  3 19:54:17 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Waving away the compliment, though obviously flattered, "Ain't no thing but a chicken wing, Prince Gabriel. Though I've apparently adopted ya as my son-in-law." She gives a little wink and chuckles to herself. At the sound of humming, Bea turns to nod to Pelliden.
Dec  3 19:57:44 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Leary the tall russian slowly strips down, his body now a map of hideous scars and long burns interlaced with his tattoos. A little self consciously as he stands entirely naked before entering the bath he asks "You are not angry?" he searches coco's features guardedly, his gaze drifting a little lower occasionaly.
Dec  3 20:02:30 :: (GC) Coco rposed: causing her to tread, rather than stand in front of him.
Dec  3 20:02:33 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "I'd be tha one for that, Prince. I'll make 'im a loonie alright. Sight or sound, ya reckon?" Bea's eyes twinkle as she dons the cloak, hooding herself.
Dec  3 20:11:56 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Aparantly arroused the large russian looks down at Coco with a disturbing mixture of adoration and simmering anger, erect against her. "No... Not really. Not for long."
Dec  3 20:18:59 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: After several moments, a single person enters into Elsyium. He is cloaked in rags of brown, and smells more like shit, than shit itself would. He peers around, before walking up to the Prince and taking a steep bow, "..Your request for aid was heard. But is does not come free. I have three companions outside, under the guise of vampiric gifts..". A single claws hand flicks out, gives a little click-clack, and then is drawn back into the cloak, "..Clan Nosferatu does not come cheap..".
Dec  3 20:22:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The decrepit figure grunts a bit, raking at his winkled, grey chin with a clawed hand. Whenever he gestures, the scent of sewage wafts about, "..When the job is done, we will decide on payment..". With that, he turns about and begins to shuffle to the exit, "..Be assured, we will follow. We are honourable..". Just before he leaves though, he turns back and says, "..Those cloaks are ridiculous..".
Dec  3 20:25:18 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: He shuffles out, without another word.
Dec  3 20:44:04 :: (GC) Endymion forced Luke to quit
Dec  3 21:08:28 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Remaining obfuscated, Bea moves unseen and slowly behind Gabriel, moving to slip inside.
Dec  3 21:09:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Only Beatrice can make out the four shapes of hunch-backed, cloaked Nosferatu, as they make their way into the shop.
Dec  3 21:19:24 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Burn 6 Aggravated
Dec  3 21:19:51 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: After about ten minutes of being gone, one of the Nosferatu come back out. The same one that had first introduced himself to the Prince. With his cloak on, and covering all of them, he speaks, "..We tore the door off. We will go no farther. There are alarms, and electricity traps. We're not here to die. You have two choices. Go in alone, or we will set the place on fire. Free advice: Don't go in alone..". He grunts after this, and remains there, motionless, a clacking sound coming from inside of his 
Dec  3 21:20:26 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: his cloak.
Dec  3 21:22:21 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The cloaked Prince nods, and says softly, "Burn it down" that said he moved from the side of the building alittle further away. 
Dec  3 21:23:54 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Emerging from the bedroom naked the large russian seems to have come to terms with his prior discomfort, his clothing held over his arm as he makes his way in refreshed.
Dec  3 21:25:56 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The Nosferatu shuffles back into the Surf Shop.
Dec  3 21:26:44 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The 'Whoop Whoop Whoop' of alarms can be heard.
Dec  3 21:37:30 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There is a shattering sound from within the Sk8 'n Sur4, before the windows show the dancing light of a fire. A /quite/ inhuman scream is heard, before one of the Nosferatu come barrelling out of the place, the edges of his cloak on fire. He tumbles right into Pelliden, who goes wild-eyed for a moment, before regaining his composure. With them both on the ground, the Nosferatu rolls around until his cloak is smothered, and then flees off into the night, at a hobbling gait. The smell of burned flesh a
Dec  3 21:37:53 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: smell of burned flesh and material is left behind.
Dec  3 21:38:07 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: From inside, the other Nosferatu are laughing.
Dec  3 21:43:06 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The monitor flickers and fuzzes out at the fires rapidly consume the sporting goods store, "You know... that just pisses me off, I just built that place."
Dec  3 21:47:55 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The other three Nosferatu shuffle out, sharing a good laugh. They stop before Gabriel, and the first speaks, "..It is on fire. Now we go. We shall speak soon, you and I, about payment..". His voice is like a rusted knife, slashing a cat. He waits only a moment for a response, and then shuffles off, down the road.
Dec  3 22:21:06 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The white clad man moves through the night with great haste and grace as he nears the cemetery, his eyes scanned the entrance and he nodded to himself trotting on inside of the cemetery. His eyes darted about rapidly seeking the man who had summoned him.
Dec  3 22:28:17 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Sitting in the middle of the cemetary, Gareth is playing chess on top of a tombstone with one hand, and with the other, a cell-phone is being abused. He doesn't look up from his game, but speaks, "..You should send out messages to evacuate Elysium. I don't think that anyone should be going there again. It is not safe..".
Dec  3 22:32:52 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Guillaume to save
Dec  3 22:33:27 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Arching a brow, Bea asks, "You e'er see 'em lil pokemon? They're cute lil buggers." Her eyes light up though as she sees Pelliden examining the weapon. "I ever show you ol' Betsy?"
Dec  3 22:35:20 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The lithe Englishman nods, allowing a smile to touch at his full lips, "..I did, and I will accept. Though, to be on the safe side, I would rather take the position of Primogen and Scourge, and a temporary spot as both Keeper and Senseschal, until those roles are filled. It will keep the Court in order. But we have more pressing matters to attend to at the moment, my friend..". And with that, he moves a black knight to overtake a white rook.
Dec  3 22:38:13 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: after a good fourty minutes of bantering in russian Kostya looks up at coco piteously and says "I have failed dear one." a slow creeping leer sliding across his lips as he says "Only enough for two dirty bombs. Small ones. And enough C4 to take down a building if placed correctly."
Dec  3 22:38:23 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: long we've got alot of things to do to get this city in order"
Dec  3 22:40:05 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Nodding, the Englishman laughs a bit, "..I would not assign them, if they were not needed. I am here for the Camarilla. I want to see it continue to grow, and remain strong. I will do what I can, to take care of each problem that ails this place. And that is no small amount of effort. I must be filled in on things first, though..".
Dec  3 22:40:50 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "That's back from my sharp-shoot'n days, sonny. I went pro back in mah day," Bea says, slipping a thumb under the strap of her purse as it rests over her shoulder
Dec  3 22:42:36 :: (GC) Endymion forced Guillaume to title rocks you like a Hurri-Gareth
Dec  3 22:44:04 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Chuckling the man reached up to brush the hair back out of his face as he allowed his eyes to rest on the mighty Ventrue, "I trust the pirating went well?" he said before returning to his serious tone, "What exactly do you wish to be filled in on, I believe most important information I have released to everyone... you also should have gotten word of such things..."
Dec  3 22:46:52 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The elderly woman nods eagerly, "After goin pro at sharp-shooting, I's eventually a spokes woman for Smith & Wesson...but that didn't last long till that nogood bloke 'ttacked me outta nowheres. I hated him at first, before I realized he just started mah next adventure."
Dec  3 22:51:48 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Well 'ow else can I see it?" she asks a little amusedly as she leans back against a wall and looks to Pelliden. "I was on the way down...what else could I 'uv done? I'd have only gotten weak and slow and sickly and ended up dyin in the permenant way. No way for one like me to go! It may nottah been what I wanted at the time, but in a way it was. I ain't tha type to go die all peaceful in a home." She gives a shudder
Dec  3 23:00:13 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh. The pirating went well enough, I suppose..", Gareth muses, moving another piece on the board, but not capturing anything this time, "..As for the information, I missed most of it. What does this Baali look like? And I only know a little about Coco..".
Dec  3 23:02:10 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Cackling uproariously for a moment before looking to Pelliden with a highly-arched brow, Beatrice says, "Me? Write? Why...I prefer ta write like I talk. Most ah them'd mever even try ta 'cipher through it."
Dec  3 23:06:40 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: anything drastic yet, I intend to hold court very soon... the main thing about Coco and Kostya is they apparently have nuculear weapons...and intend to use them, which is why I need them dead quickly"
Dec  3 23:08:26 :: (GC) Siol forced Morgan to save
Dec  3 23:30:31 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..So what do you do now? That is the question. There is much to be done, and while we might live forever, ironically, we still have little time to waste..", Gareth admits, musing more over his chessboard, as he asks these questions of Gabriel.
Dec  3 23:35:34 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "What do I do now? ... I get a couple of businesses going and replenish mine and our resources, gather more forces, establish some more important contacts and prepare for an all out war with the sabbat once this Baali threat is taken care of" shrugging Gabriel looked up to Gareth opening both eyes, "Somewhere on my list though is kill the Baali, kill coco, kill kostya, kill the ghoul cop who tried to set me on fire, and establish complete dominence over the city" he laughed, "But eh, that takes time
Dec  3 23:35:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: .. as per right now my biggest goal is getting us in a new elysium"
Dec  3 23:43:42 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "My daughter, she came home today, Her friends marched with her all the way. The pipes, the drums, they marked the time with 'er in her box of polished pine, my daughter- she came home today... My daughter was a fine young girl- only daughter, my whole world, a girl she would've lived and died, till by a bullet sanctified. Now she's a saint, or so they say....they brought our young saint home....today. An Irish sky looks down and weeps upon a narrow Belfast street, while children's blood in gutters 
Dec  3 23:44:40 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: spill, dreams of freedom unfulfilled, as part of freedom's price to pay...my daughter, she came home today." He give a shuddered sigh, clacking the lock on his gun. "And this time...she's here to stay."
Dec  4 00:02:21 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The sound of a roaring harley davidson engine can be heard in the distance as a man approaches, dark eyes casting about with a small smirk on his lips. His features are unusualy dark for the moment, a certain glint in those eyes as his fingers grip the handlebars. He revs the engine louder before bringing the bike to a sliding halt in the middle of Wilshire..casting a glance around to see who may be there.
Dec  4 00:04:50 :: (GC) Endymion forced Santino to quit
Dec  4 00:06:26 :: (GC) Endymion forced Santino to pose dances
Dec  4 00:07:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Standing in the slivers of shadow and light created by lamps and night itself is a willowy form, cerulean gaze panning the area with a mixture of caution and a vague sense of interest. One lithe arm hangs by the figure's side, nimble fingers idly flexing in the air, while the other long limb is bent at the elbow, a pale hand resting lightly upon a narrow hip.
Dec  4 00:17:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes regard the man on the bike cooly, gaze sweeping up and down his form. The almost angelic features of the youth hold no particular emotion other than a somewhat detached expression. As weight is shifted from one foot to the other, the slight creak of polished leather can be heard from a pair of platform boots, the buckles holding them closed adding the faintest jingling sound.
Dec  4 00:38:01 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A set of hands reach out from the shadows of an alley, and with a swiftness, drag a comely woman into it, who happens to be walking past. There is a splody 'crack' sound that resounds from the darkness, two times. After around ten minutes, this same thing happens again, but to a man who is walking with a small child of around ten. The man is taken first, and the child just stands there, looking scared, and as if he were going to say something, but cannot get the words to come out. Finally, he utters,
Dec  4 00:38:17 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: he utters, "..B-B-Boogeyman..", and runs screaming off and down the road.
Dec  4 00:43:04 :: (GC) Christian rposed: Ten minutes later, the biker steps out from the darkness, with two long chains in hand. Slow steps bring him to approach the center of Wilshire and Almeda. As he approaches, the forms of two bloody and mangled bodies can be seen drug slowly behind him, the sound barely audible with the movement as he approaches the two street lamps before a stone wall. One hand lowers and spins one chain before throwing it over the light and pulling with a strong, firm grip to hoist the man into the air.
Dec  4 00:43:13 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Previously unnoticed, three women are handcuffed to various places along the headboard and backboard of the bed. They all seem weak with fatigue, hunger, and thirst. Coco gives them all a brief glance and shrugs as they moan and whine for a little compassion. Pulling Kostya with her to the bed, she falls backward on it, "I was gonna let you chose, Sugar..."
Dec  4 00:48:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A few long, casual strides are taken towards the man and his two gruesome prizes, footfalls surprisingly soft for the weight of the boots making them. Eyes hold a faint sense of interest in their pale depths, though no other emotion is displayed by the androgynous figure. Arms move with liquid grace and ease as the form moves, trim waist and hips swaying slightly with each step taken. Through it all, the gaze never shifts or falter.
Dec  4 00:53:45 :: (GC) Christian rposed: "Tonight the Fascists learn why they don't screw with the Sword."
Dec  4 01:00:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Golden curls fall away from a long and elegant neck as the figure's head tilts slightly to the side, eyes becoming slightly lidded so that a fan of long, dark lashes shadows each eye and the intensity of its gaze. The slightest hints of a smile tug at full lips, though the slight show of emotion soon vanishes into the night, leaving nothing but the face of an angelic portrait, verging on vapid in it's expression. A few more steps are taken towards the man, one arm slowly raising from its place besid
Dec  4 01:01:33 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: beside a slender torso and bending at the elbow, brushing away a blond curl that falls over its pale yet brilliant eye.
Dec  4 01:08:36 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Leering he victoriously trails his hands back down her body, gripping the front of her blouse and tearing it open. "Hopefully these cuffs are stronger " He smirks.
Dec  4 01:17:43 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: With a malevolent chuckle the large russian places the knife to Coco's throat, reaching with his other hand he fumbles alittle to retrieve the KY jelly, popping the cap and spraying it out across her lower extrimities measily.
Dec  4 01:19:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A long and elegant neck straightens, head full upright and looking straight ahead once more. The arm raised upwards falls back down beside the figure's torso in a single fluid motion, hand coming to rest against a slender and shapely thigh, nimble fingers drumming idly against it. Petal-pink lips part, a soft breath flowing over them much akin to a silent sight. Cerulean eyes open fully again, a mixture of caution, interest and frustration swirling in their pale-yet-brilliant depths. "Warnings are f
Dec  4 01:19:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: funny things.", is spoke quietly in the night. The tone is soft and silvery, though it holds a sharp edge. Silky and high, the feminine timbre offers the first clue as to the willowy figure's gender.
Dec  4 01:23:40 :: (GC) Christian rposed: curling the mortal intestines in his hand as he runs the blood along the wall....soon having drawn large crimson letters saying, "Don't Fuck with the Sword"
Dec  4 01:23:50 :: (GC) Coco rposed: "Please don't hurt me... I'll do anything.." Coco whimpers, once again biting her lip. Her arms go limp and she tries to resist the knife, but then struggles again, shaking her wrists in an attempt to free herself.
Dec  4 01:32:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more, soft breath passes over pale lips, broad shoulders straightening squaring more so than before. The hand resting upon the thigh ceases its movement, fingers hanging limply after falling still. Soon, though, both hands are moved in front of the figure, fingers clasping neatly together before her. Head offering a curt though polite nod to the biker, cerulean eyes focus intently upon him, face holding a serious expression without any features even twitching in the least. "We should talk.", is
Dec  4 01:32:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: is stated simply in the same silky voice and silvery tone.
Dec  4 01:33:48 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Seemingly loses some interest prodding at coco's exposed chest with the knife tip "Could always suck the blood out of my cock, but thats a bit passe."
Dec  4 01:45:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: As the willowy form takes a casual step back from the biker, her platform boots make a soft thud from the movement. Eyes glance at the cell phone for a few moments before scorning the object and returning to their vigil of the man's face and movements. An eyebrow, darker in color than the golden curls, rises slightly, though the movement lasts less than a moment. Lips are pursed into a straight line as the form lapses into silence once more. The youth's hands are unclasped from before her, arms movi
Dec  4 01:45:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: moving back to her sides as long fingers flex in the air, then fall still.
Dec  4 02:09:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Whatever is being watched, the television flickers over, taken hostage by public radio-waves. The Channel 10 News Helicopter is following the the images of a massive fuel-tanker, as it barrels through Santa Monica. It's going fast. Very fast, and easily pushing cars out of the way, nicking some here, and blatantly running others over. A voice is overlaid, "..We're here in Santa Monica, where a fuel tanker has gone hostile! The Channel 10 Helicopter is following it, and authorites are responding, but 
Dec  4 02:09:46 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Whatever is being watched, the television flickers over, taken hostage by public radio-waves. The Channel 10 News Helicopter is following the the images of a massive fuel-tanker, as it barrels through Santa Monica. It's going fast. Very fast, and easily pushing cars out of the way, nicking some here, and blatantly running others over. A voice is overlaid, "..We're here in Santa Monica, where a fuel tanker has gone hostile! The Channel 10 Helicopter is following it, and authorites are responding, but 
Dec  4 02:10:07 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: but she is cut off as the tanker runs a small child over, who was, oddly, standing on the sidewalk, alone.
Dec  4 02:10:19 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Whatever is being watched, the television flickers over, taken hostage by public radio-waves. The Channel 10 News Helicopter is following the the images of a massive fuel-tanker, as it barrels through Santa Monica. It's going fast. Very fast, and easily pushing cars out of the way, nicking some here, and blatantly running others over. A voice is overlaid, "..We're here in Santa Monica, where a fuel tanker has gone hostile! The Channel 10 Helicopter is following it, and authorites are responding, but 
Dec  4 02:11:17 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Just for the giggles.
Dec  4 02:11:26 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Oops. Ignore that.
Dec  4 02:13:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Whatever is being watched, the television flickers over, taken hostage by public radio-waves. The Channel 10 News Helicopter is following the the images of a massive fuel-tanker, as it barrels through Santa Monica. It's going fast. Very fast, and easily pushing cars out of the way, nicking some here, and blatantly running others over. A voice is overlaid, "..We're here in Santa Monica, where a fuel tanker has gone hostile! The Channel 10 Helicopter is following it, and authorites are responding, but 
Dec  4 02:13:23 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: but she is cut off as the tanker runs a small child over, who was, oddly, standing on the sidewalk, alone.
Dec  4 02:24:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Pale yet brilliant cerulean eyes scan the area with both caution and a sense of mild interest, though their focus soon turns to the oversized television screen. Amusement dances over angelic features for a moment, but soon vanishes, leaving behind an somewhat bored expression, almost blase in nature. Long arms are crosses loosely over a willowy figure's chest, broad in some places with soft curves in others, adding more ambiguity to the form's already androgynous features. Leather softly creaks as l
Dec  4 02:25:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: as long, casual strides are taken, platform boots landing with a surprisingly soft thud with each step taken.
Dec  4 02:25:47 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Robert to save
Dec  4 02:26:16 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Robert to save
Dec  4 02:26:40 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Robert to save
Dec  4 02:31:29 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: The television continues to cover the terrible traffic-path of the rampaging fuel tanker, as it takes out several more cars, skipping into a building, but recovering with a bit of ease, though not much. Another person is plowed down, though a few escape the massacre. At this point, the reporter begins with, "..I-I-I...", but stops, shocked into silence.
Dec  4 02:44:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a flicker of recognition within the icy depths of the willowy form's eyes as Latin curses reach the figure's ears, though no words or movements are made to acknowledge the man. Rather, the cool, steady gaze remains on the screen, the images seeming to have no effect on the figure. One lithe arm is casually uncrossed from the other, falling gracefully to the form's side while the other, in contrast, is raised upwards. Long fingers brush a stray golden curl that lightly brushes against the rou
Dec  4 02:54:21 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: The tanker continues on with it's terrible rape of Santa Monica, speeding westward and smashing several more cars. By this time, a lot of the people ahead have wised up, and pulled off to the side, as if to avoid angry letters from their car insurance companies. The fuel tanker, as it smashes into another car, however, explodes into a massive ball of fire, shooting flames out on all sides, by about 50 feet. These in turn, are followed by a second explosion, nearly of the same size, though some of th
Dec  4 02:54:37 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: though some of the sounds that are recorded, are muffled by the shrieks of the reporter, as the truck becomes an end-over-end hurtling fireball.
Dec  4 03:22:19 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the truck explodes down the street, Robert slams on the breaks and peers intently at the rolling fireball, and as the fire reaches the wonderful things piled into the truck, the sound of impending doom reaches everyone's ears. The truck /erupts/ completely, flames and molten metal shooting upwards like a volcano, somehow only firing in that direction, the people on the ground lucky. However, they don't manage to avoid the concussive blast. The nearby glass buildings for about a mile around seem to
Dec  4 03:24:37 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The nearby glass buildings for about a mile around seem to have their outer skins ripple as the wave reaches them, before the glass explodes outwards in all directions, sending lethal shards of it flying through the sky. Men, women, and children, oh my, and flung to the ground and into buildings as the pure wave of force slams into their frail bodies, easily snapping limbs like twigs, bones naught more than toothpicks before the wave. Clouds of strange glowing dust fly through the air, scattering the
Dec  4 03:24:52 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Clouds of strange glowing dust fly through the air, scattering the glittering ash everywhere before losing their luster, and the sounds of panic and chaos ensue after all of this settles.
Dec  4 03:25:55 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A massive fireball erupts into the sky of LA coming from near Santa Monica, a mushroom cloud of death and destruction, shattering windows for a mile around and causing temporary power outages and quite a general panic.
Dec  4 03:27:56 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Falling back into the sofa the large russian places a hand upon the slender girls hip as he fumbles with his pants. "Oh god." he says as the fireball fills the television screen.
Dec  4 03:29:38 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: News reports all over the city stream in as all of the footage of the event catches the beginning of the explosion, and then after the initial boom, there is just static.
Dec  4 03:45:30 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Squirting a little lube onto both himself and coco the large russian jockeys for position, mauling her little frame with his sticky hands.
Dec  4 08:03:18 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  4 09:41:00 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: Blinking rapidly, she looks to the man addressing her. "Sweetheart hmm? Sure, why not. It's going fine, thank you." she says with a lofted brow. The owner of the bar purses his lips in a smile and goes about washing down his bar. "You seem tired Mister..." she trails off, not knowing the man's name.
Dec  4 09:45:48 :: (GC) Chronos forced Rhiannon to save
Dec  4 09:56:17 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "And we'll all go together to pluck wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather. Will ye go, Lassie go?" The drunken chorus causes Rhiannon to giggle lightly. "Well, I came from New York. I'm a dancer. Just hoping to start fresh here, you know?" 
Dec  4 10:10:19 :: (GC) Rhiannon rposed: "They come in these sourdough bread bowls, so good." she says, though she looks like she never had more than a salad in her life. "I had some the other day and polished it off in just a few minutes. I was so full, but it was so worth it."
Dec  4 10:24:40 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Dec  4 11:30:25 :: (GC) Raven rposed: A large man with dark skin dressed almost entirely in black steps into the Dungeon from the outside. His hands in his pockets, surveys the area with a cold blue gaze. "Well, if this isn't interesting..." He murmers after a moment, spying several would-be slaves chained to the wall. 
Dec  4 11:34:32 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The pair sitting on the dais in the middle of the room seem not to notice the new arrival just yet as they seem to be in conversation about something. The slaves chained to the chair look up at the man who enters however, and they whimper, unsure of who this new guest is. One of them rattles her chain especially loudly, and Guillaume's attention is drawn upwards, ripped away from the girl in his lap. "Bonjour to you sir, and welcome to my Dungeon."
Dec  4 12:15:17 :: (GC) Faristil forced Crystal to save
Dec  4 12:27:17 :: (GC) Raven rposed: Nodding his head, Raven rests his hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket. "I have to admit I've always been interested in the concepts of power and control." Sighing softly he allows an almost amused expression to flow across his face. "In a very real way, I suppose they've defined my life."
Dec  4 12:47:17 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The girl stands up out of Guillaume's lap, letting the long bullwhip trail behind her on the ground, several slaves visibly shying away from it. "How much would it cost?" She gets within arms reach of the man and her hand goes out, running over his form with her delicate pale fingers, up and down, almost as if measuring him. "First one is on the house, for new customers. We can discuss a price if you want more." She stands up on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear softly. "I might even let you have 
Dec  4 12:47:33 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: She stands up on her tiptoes and whispers in his ear softly. "I might even let you have some fun with me."
Dec  4 12:56:58 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Without much greeting, a cloaked figure appears on the stairs, popping out of thin-air and just sitting there. Instantly, the smell of fecal matter and urine fill the room. His face is not seen, but what can be seen of his flesh, is grey and wrinkled, with a smattering of scabs, scars, and warts. Though he does not speak, a clacking sound comes from within the confines of his tattered, rag-cloak.
Dec  4 12:59:36 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Marie stands there in shock, her body seemingly frozen as she looks at the man, then all of a sudden her nose crinkles, "Ewww, it smells funny."
Dec  4 12:59:49 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The girl smirks a bit and returns to Guillaume's lap, seating herself comfortably against her lover as the man nods. "Merely come back when you wish to have the session. We are both here most of the time, enjoying our slaves."
Dec  4 13:03:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The wretched, foul-smelling beast manages to push to his feet, with no small amount of effort, and proffers a cane from within it's robes. This, it uses to make it's way down the stairs. The hood shifts, slightly enough to note that the creature is looking at Marie, before it turns back to Gabriel, hobbling forward a few feet, "@rI believe...that we have unfinished business, in the matter of payment, my Prince..@n", he murmurs, with the same voice that is like a kitten, being raped. Wherever he walks
Dec  4 13:04:01 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) Wherever he walks, a thin trail of unknown fluid is left behind. It's clear.
Dec  4 13:08:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The beast shifts about some, gesturing with a cloaked arm, and in doing so, causing the odor of bodily functions to wash over both Gabriel and Marie again, "@rI am a busy man. All that I want, is for you to make it clear that the sewers belong to /us/. You are the Prince here, but we rule there, and those entering, answer to us. It is our domain..@n". The clacking sound grows more intense now, and the figure shuffles forward a bit more. The subtle glint of fangs are noted beneath the hood.
Dec  4 13:14:41 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Without warning, Marie swings a small fist around and slams it into Gabriel's crotch. (5 Successes) While this doesn't seem to have the affect that it would on most men, it does knock him back a step, which is enough for her to dart off, making for the exit.
Dec  4 13:19:09 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Without a second for thought, the Nosferatu drops from sight as all attention is turned upon Marie. Those with Auspex would see him leap through the air with a speed that is not common to someone who is so deformed. Those without, would simply see him appear once more, colliding with Marie's back, and crushing her against the floor. The sound that escapes him is utterly inhuman, and the full horror of his face is shown, with oversized fangs and a gaping maw of a mouth, as his hood falls back.
Dec  4 13:37:27 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Darkness surrounds both Marie and the Nosferatu, blocking them both from Gabriel's sight, who grips a piece of the wooden staircase and tears it off with a bit of effort, and now wields a stake that is around 7 inches thick. The Nosferatu pulls Marie's head back, and with another inhuman growl of frustration, slams her face into the ground, showering her with slime in the process. Her eyes go wide at this, pupils dilating, as she begins to flail, jerk, and buck around.
Dec  4 13:58:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Marie continues to flail about, now caught in the throes of a frenzy. Gabriel, moving right up to the edge of the darkness cloud, gets quite a suprise when it vanishes, leaving the Nosferatu as it sits upon the torpid form of the girl, a stake planted firmly into her back. He seems to have calmed a bit, though, her entire backside is coated in a nasty, viscous slime.
Dec  4 14:04:35 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The ragged creature pushes back to his feet, seeming hard-pressed to do such a thing once more. Several strands of thick, pale drool hang from his mouth, and with his face exposed, one could see that he is quite, quite ugly, with warts, wrinkles, and even a maggot poking out of the side of his forehead, "@r..I am Cloros. And as payment for the investigations that we now do for you, I will be taking this child as payment. She has much to learn..@n".
Dec  4 14:12:21 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "@rYou can be updated on her. She is spoiled though, and does not act as she should. We will fix that..@n". The Nosferatu leans down, grabbing the child-vampire by the hair, and starts to drag her off. The pair of them fade out of existence as they move off, though words trail, "@rWe will keep in touch, Prince..@n".
Dec  4 14:16:28 :: (GC) Faristil forced Viranka to tell faristil test :P
Dec  4 16:40:55 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: A large U-haul truck pulls down the narrow road. The lights turn off as it slowly rolls to a stop. A dark haired man climbs from the cab and swings down to the ground. He looks the way of the urban youth. "Small problem..." He says as he approaches the back of the truck.
Dec  4 16:44:15 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man pushes rolling back door on the Uhaul up. Crates fill the back of the truck, behind them groans can be heard. "It seems its fairly difficult to transport Zombies a long distance, so I was only able to acquire them from near by Giovanni, and well there arent many in the LA area." He sighs as he begins pulling boxes out of the back.
Dec  4 16:47:53 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Growling slightly Matteo sets down a box. "...Eight." He lets out a sigh and grabs another box. "However I got all the guns. As well as a few extra grenades."
Dec  4 16:54:30 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: "I can give them just about any order, but they are slow. Really slow." He removes another box and one of the rotting corpses begins to move towards him. "Sit down and shut up!" He says in a forceful, but calm voice. The corpse obeys returning to sit along the wall with the others. An arm lies in front of them, blood on the floor hinting at more of the owner was once there.
Dec  4 17:00:18 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Lifts his brow in thought. "I guess we will find out." He makes a pathway then stands in front of the truck. "Alright out of the truck now!" The zombies slowly make their way to the edge of the truck. Some of them step down from the edge, others merely falling from it. They line up in front of Matteo. "Alright, search the woods, There is a cabin. Find it, circle it. Do not do anything else until I show up." The zombies make their reply by going off into the woods, dragging their feet behind them.
Dec  4 17:08:27 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man nods. "You heard the man, Stay together, kill and eat anything along the way." The Zombies groan their response. "The up side to these Zombies, they are still smart." He smiles as they vanish into the woods. "So what friends do you have coming?" 
Dec  4 17:20:17 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man shakes his head. "Thats not something you can just google, believe me I tried, found some crappy punk rock band though." He reaches into one of the boxes and pulls out two revolver style pistols, however the barrels reaching slightly over a foot in length. The chamber elongated, made ot fit a .270 caliber round. "My Babies"
Dec  4 17:25:24 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Ran to save
Dec  4 17:28:26 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: With a flick of the wrist, the chambers of the twin guns are flipped open. Matteo removes six armor piercing rifle rounds and loads them into one of the guns, then repeats with the other. He places the loaded revolvers on the edge of the truck bed, the removes his coat, wearing a dark blue dress shirt. He straps two holsters onto his waist, then slips the two guns into them. "Yes lets hope so."
Dec  4 17:33:44 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man tosses him a box. He then slips a beretta nine milimeter into the back of his pants. "This should be exciting, you said the prince would be here?" He chuckles slightly. "For some reason that man does not seem to like me."
Dec  4 17:44:11 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man pops his neck. "I suppose, but Im harmless really." He grins again and practices drawing his overly long revolvers.
Dec  4 17:52:51 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: On foot, a lithe and striking Englishman approaches from the east, walking up Frasier Road and hitting the four-way stop. He's rather handsome, or would be, if he weren't so dressed down, decked out in a very tattered coat of black leather, that's ankle-length, along with, no kidding, black leather bracers. If that weren't odd enough, below the jacket, black leather /armor/ is worn. Oh, and some boots. Two silver flashes hang at his side, occasionally peeking out whenever he walks. An unlit cigarett
Dec  4 17:55:31 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man turns and looks at the approaching man. His hand still on one of his revolvers. "Someone you know?" He says to the urban youth. A slight groan emanates from the woods, the dark haired man smiles and says slightly under his breath. "They got one..."
Dec  4 17:58:11 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A single Nosferatu pulls the stake from the chained child, watching her for several moments, as she awakens. In the shadows though, dozens of other misshapen people stir about, all peering from the cover of partial darkness.
Dec  4 17:59:28 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She screamed as she took a big breath, waking up with a gasp of unneeded air.
Dec  4 18:02:58 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Gareth. Gabriel sent me. He's a bit predisposed at the moment. Running a city and all. You're the magic-man that I'm supposed to meet, I take it..", the lithesome Englishman admits, not seeming to show much caution over the aiming of the dangerous gun. He does pause though, bringing up a nimble hand and pulling at his lower lip, before turning and peering at the ominous expanse of the forest.
Dec  4 18:04:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The closest Nosferatu reaches out with a clawed hand, touching at one of the large, open wounds upon the face of the girl, "..Use the blood. Heal the wounds..", he grunts, tossing the stake off and to the side, where it skitters over stone and splashes into the moat of sewage all around.
Dec  4 18:05:41 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looks terrified and her eyes go wide as she looks at the creature, "Wh-what do you mean?"
Dec  4 18:06:59 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Spinning the revolver on his finger he slips the gun back into his holster. He bends down and picks up an M16. "We could all die, and the prince doesn't show up to join the party well thats no fun." He slips a magazine in and tosses the gun across his back. "Well don't just stand there, dig in." He says to the Englishman.
Dec  4 18:07:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Something of a gruff, but wet, chuckle comes from the inside of the hooded creature's folds, "..Don't be coy. You're damaged. Use your blood. Heal your wounds..", he states, poking another long claw at her face, this time, right into one of the open wounds, "..You have to know how..".
Dec  4 18:08:20 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She screams as the creature puts a finger into her wound, "I DON'T KNOW HOW, PLEASE JUST LET ME GO, PLEASE...."
Dec  4 18:11:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..You're not going anywhere, until you learn how to be a vampire. And a proper one. It is unbecoming..", the Nosferatu admits, taking a step back, "..You can scream all that you want, but there is none who can hear you, save for us..".
Dec  4 18:13:28 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: With a mischievious smile the large russian presses his lips to her collar-bone trailing his way up to whisper in her ear "So do me here, just like before. Just keep going." he nearly purs though its more of a growl.
Dec  4 18:15:07 :: (GC) Marie rposed: "I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN," she screamed and then began to cry, though it is dry. she hangs limply from the chains, while she sniffles sadly.
Dec  4 18:16:59 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..If you do not know, then you are either a liar, or very, very ignorant. You could not have survived for more than a day, without knowing what you are, little vampire..", The Nosferatu explains.
Dec  4 18:18:05 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She suddenly stops, looking dead ahead and light seems to fill her eyes, "Oooooooooooooh."
Dec  4 18:19:04 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The Nosferatu arches a brow at this, watching the girl with a sudden amount of interest, now.
Dec  4 18:23:03 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man climbs into the truck and pulls out the sixty caliber and tosses it to the man. "There you go, have fun with it." He point down at a box on the ground. "Ammo is in there." He looks around and shakes his head. He pulls out a cell phone and flips it open. He dials a number, then holds it to his ear. "...Blayne, if I don't make it home, get Maria out of the city. In my room is an envelope with a credit card. Take the card and get a plane to Italy. Find Geno in Florence he will take 
Dec  4 18:23:17 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Find Geno in Florence he will take care of you two. Her life is my own." He hangs up the phone and slips it back into his pocket.
Dec  4 18:24:06 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She looks curious, "So thats why I have to drink blood?"
Dec  4 18:28:02 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Gareth to save
Dec  4 18:29:04 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The Nosferatu chortles, a gruffer sound than before, "..That is why. Yes. How do you go so long, without knowing that you are a vampire..?", he asks.
Dec  4 18:30:23 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She attempted a shrug, "It's only been about two weeks, and its been really traumatic."
Dec  4 18:32:08 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Then I am going to have to find someone who will be willing to teach you about what you are..", the Nosferatu assumes, shakes his head, and not seeming pleased with the aspect, "..What do you know, about your current condition..?", he asks, thoughtfully.
Dec  4 18:33:30 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She ponders, "Um...that garlic is bad, so is sunlight maybe fire, possibly silver, and holy items, and i need blood because i use it to survive."
Dec  4 18:35:41 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Growling slightly, "However we seem to be a little short on man power." He points over to the large amount of guns still left in the crates. "However, lets hope we can do it, because there most likely won't be a second chance." He pulls back the lever and primes the M16. "If you pray, now would be a good time to start."
Dec  4 18:40:54 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The Nosferatu just shakes his head, "..All of that is bullshit. Tomorrow, you start a new education. One that will not see you dead within the day..".
Dec  4 18:41:50 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She ponders, "Um...that garlic is bad, so is sunlight maybe fire, possibly silver, and holy items, and i need blood because i use it to survive."rpose she simply nods at this.
Dec  4 18:43:14 :: (GC) Marie rposed: She simply nods at this.
Dec  4 18:44:03 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Loosening his tie, the dark haired man nods. "I suppose Im ready as well. Lets just take it slow, those zombies are slow."
Dec  4 18:47:15 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Now then. You'll be going to sleep for the rest of the evening. Tomorrow, you start your education, lass..". The Nosferatu, with that, shoves the stake right back into Marie, in fact, using the exact same hole as it had come out of the first time, and driving her back into Torpor.
Dec  4 18:52:57 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Kostya to save
Dec  4 19:25:46 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Freshly shaven , fingernails imaculately trimmed and hair neatly styled the large russian makes his way back in behind the two woman , a towel draped about his waist.
Dec  4 19:32:33 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Unable to help himself Kostya smile a bit wryly, looking down at the very wet Coco.
Dec  4 19:33:01 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: "What a drag."  Comes the thin voice of a laughing young ma.  He tips back his head, surrounded by a duo of two other equally youthful looking neonates.  His hair is black, predictably spiked, and his t shirt and jeans are rumpled.  the other two are dressed mroe respectably in loose suits, though one is bald and the other sports a nose ring.  "Had to come to this dump because the Prince got stupid and made the other one too public..  What a joke."
Dec  4 19:34:36 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: " Beggin' your pardon, neonate, but -who- got stupid?" Pell asks casually, not even looking up from his gun as he clacks the bolt in place at the table.
Dec  4 19:37:30 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: The trio hushes, and though the petty vampire leading the conversation is unable to grow pale, his eyes widen spectacularly.  "Shit...I-I didn't know anybody else was here man."  He swallows, then looks about.  
Dec  4 19:39:27 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: His brow creasing a little nervously the large russians mouth twitches a little "You enspire faith." He says with rueful sarcasm.
Dec  4 19:42:45 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: He steps back, looking to his buddies for support, but finding them conveniently a few seats back.  He looks at you desperately.  "Hey man, I don't mean offense.  He did didn't he?  I mean...."  He looks around wildly, holding out his hands.  "I mean if nobody can  talk about when we screw up how're we supposed to keep shit from happening again?"
Dec  4 19:46:04 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: tucks the gun in the back of his belt. "There's a difference between criticism and runnin' your mouth, neonate. The first might be helpful, the second might get you ashed. Since we're on the subject of helpful, have you seen or heard anything of note regardin' the Sabbat?"
Dec  4 19:48:11 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: Eager for a chance to attentuate his guilt, he nods quickly.  "Actually yeah.  Lots of people keep showing up at different places, and I saw at least one car sit near the old Elysium all night before it drove off.  People taking pictures and such.  I'm not sure if it's Sabbat but it's suspicious you know?  That, and some of my ghouls have acquaintances, and they say a bunch of people got kidnapped last night.  Soudns liek at least a dozen.)
Dec  4 19:49:56 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: "No man, I just noticed the car in passing a couple of times, but I saw it every time I passed the place, all night."
Dec  4 19:51:24 :: (GC) Xeth echoed: "ummm...umm....green Toyota, kinda old lookin.  Had a smiley face bumper sticker"
Dec  4 19:52:35 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The girl in the corner, unnoticed thus far, trembles and shakes, unable to move for fear of being seen.
Dec  4 19:54:08 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: As she drains him of his life giving blood the large russians skin visibly loses its pallor even his lips turning a sickly shade of blue, his eyes bulging from their sockets painfully as his breath becomes agonal latching onto coco's wrist ravenously sucking at the open wound.
Dec  4 20:07:51 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Kostya, sucking at Coco's wound, doesn't seem to want to let go of it, at all. She tugs once, but not much, and then once again, before pulling her hand away, crouching down, and leaping an incredible length, over to the woman who is cowering in the corner. Kostya whimpers for a moment, before clutching at his stomach as a grimace of pain comes over his ugly face.
Dec  4 20:14:29 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Kostya grumbles just a bit, and then growls, holding a hand over his stomach as the vitae works it's way through all of his organs. His pupils dilate, and he writhes upon the ground, through the water, before going into a motion of someone who is choking. And indeed, he does seem to be choking.
Dec  4 20:17:20 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The Russian continues to choke, taking his hands from his stomach and wrapping them around his own throat for a moment. Sense grips him, for a split second, and he turns over, getting to his hands and knees. Several coughs later, something that is small, bean shaped, and obviously an internal organ falls from his mouth and 'squelches' onto the ground.
Dec  4 20:25:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Shadows snake out from Kostya's shoulders, twisting around his head and caressing him, before wisping off into puffs of smoke. He continues to choke, his whole body heaving with convulsions, before a second organ, this one much like the first, pops out from his mouth, followed this time by more than a little blood.
Dec  4 20:35:15 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: After choking up another few organs, and a shitload of more blood, Kostya collapses into a pile of Russian, laying in his own making of blood/water/organs. For several minutes, he's as still as a dead person, not moving at all, not even a twitch or a shiver.
Dec  4 20:38:58 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Kostya's left arm jerks around just a bit, twitching as if is spasm, and the same could be said for his left leg. Slowly, almost as if in pain, he pushes himself back onto his hands and knees once more, thick blood all over his face and lips, and the mixture within the water, clinging to all of his clothing.
Dec  4 20:56:07 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: In a flury of motion the russian leaps upon the girl with a great splash of bloody water. His fanges bared fully a sickening *thwuck* sound is easily audible as, in his zeal, he bites the girls trachea ripping a massive chunk of meat from her throat as he feasts upon her blood the arterial spray hitting him in the face before he clamps his mouth over it gorging himself.
Dec  4 21:00:07 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: All of that happens, as normal, though the second that the taste of the woman's blood touches his lips and tongue, shadows burst from his broad frame. Not just here or there, but tendrils that leak from every part of his body, wrapping around him and caressing him like a lost lover. This time, it's not momentary at all, and they remain, covering him and stroking him, and even reaching out to hopelessly grasp at the flailing woman that is his victim.
Dec  4 21:05:28 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Dripping water and blood, some of his organs actually visibly floating in the bath behind him , the large shadowed russian looks around slowly bringing his hand up to his face to watch the shadows drift about it.
Dec  4 21:17:59 :: (GC) Endymion forced Kostya to aura @DCloaked in Shadows@n
Dec  4 21:18:53 :: (GC) Endymion forced Kostya to status @DFame2: Nightclub Owner@n
Dec  4 21:19:43 :: (GC) Endymion forced Kostya to roomdesc @DA large, dark-haired man of Russian descent@n
Dec  4 21:24:59 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Endymion smites Robert for being a smart-ass.
Dec  4 21:33:12 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Swiveling his head to look at Coco as if seeing the world in an entirely new light the large russian dumps the carion husk he cradles in his arms, its head nearly severed as he smiles down at coco, blood still slick upon his face and body.
Dec  4 22:11:17 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: making his way out into the other room he returns with a large garbage bag, dumping the organs into it before glancing at the corpse "Want to toss that out tomarrow?" he asks.
Dec  4 22:47:07 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Endymion offers you a cigarette.
Dec  5 01:25:58 :: (GC) Endymion forced Viranka to aura Graceful
Dec  5 01:26:50 :: (GC) Endymion forced Viranka to status No Status
Dec  5 01:28:40 :: (GC) Endymion forced Viranka to roomdesc @DSwinging her hips with every step,@n
Dec  5 01:29:00 :: (GC) Endymion forced Viranka to doing is walking down the street.
Dec  5 01:30:54 :: (GC) Endymion forced Viranka to title - Endymion's Little Monster
Dec  5 02:30:30 :: (GC) Siol forced Maxwell to save
Dec  5 02:32:20 :: (GC) Siol forced Maxwell to save
Dec  5 09:58:46 :: (GC) Siol forced Salem to save
Dec  5 10:33:41 :: (GC) Siol forced Marie to quit
Dec  5 10:39:47 :: (GC) Siol forced Michelangelo to save
Dec  5 12:23:16 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince raises an eyebrow while taking another sip of his drink, "Anything of interest going on during this night Mr.Deputy?" that said he offered a quick glance over his shoulder toward the axe.
Dec  5 12:29:10 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Sah, the whole area is irradiated... best to let them have it- they won't feed well since the only Kine aroun' there'll be sick, then blow the whole thing and claim it were demolition."
Dec  5 12:43:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Upon the edge of modern nights yet to come, and wild places almost forgotten, a willowy form can be seen taking long, casual strides across the mixture of road and dirt. Heavy boots land with surprising softness, obvious care being taken to ensure that each step taken is precise in its placement. Cerulean eyes, both pale and brilliant at once scan the area with both caution and mild interest, gaze flicking across the boxes in a wary manner.
Dec  5 13:00:55 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Gabriel chuckles softly looking back to his computer screen, "Don't be embarassed, we all have to go thro
Dec  5 13:02:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: An eyebrow, darker in hue than the golden curls that frame finely drawn features, is raises slightly as the well-armed man speaks, though nothing is offered in returned. Long arms hang by the side of a torso, rather ambiguous in telling its gender, fingers flexing in the air a few times before falling still, hanging limply by the figure's side in the dark. A soft breath is released through petal-pink lips as they part slightly, as though to speak. However, nothing comes out, not even the sound of a 
Dec  5 13:07:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: of a sigh.
Dec  5 13:23:33 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol points and laughs!
Dec  5 13:30:22 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A young boy stands outside of the Barens and noble bookstore. His hands are tucked into his hoodie pockets, and curly brown locks cover the front of his face. Wires are coming out of the black backpack he wears and are fitted snuggly into his ears. His eyes are closed as his head bounces to the music.
Dec  5 13:31:59 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: A dark haired man hops out of the front seat of the Uhaul. He wears a blue button up dress shirt and a fine pair of Armani slacks. Holsters are strapped around his body. "We got another guest?"
Dec  5 13:33:43 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her pace best described as meandering, a slender woman with multicolored hair - all natural hues ranging from dark brown to a coppery red with streaks of strawberry blond mixed in - walks towards the shop. Glancing up at the sign, she purses her lips in thought and pauses just outside as in contemplating something.
Dec  5 13:34:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The glow of the figure's eyes seems to have no effect on the willowy, androgynous form standing a few paces away from the young man and it arsenal. Rather, a hint of annoyance passes through cerulean eyes, though the angelic face of the figure holds no clue as to its inner thoughts. One wide, yet thin, shoulder is shrugged slightly in an almost adolescent way, though the poised posture would suggest someone a little older than that.
Dec  5 13:35:45 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Noticing the movement, the young boy looks up. Jumping slightly he beings to walk towards the door. His hands clutch nervouly on the straps of his backpack. The sound of techno music can be head from the headphones.
Dec  5 13:38:33 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Letting out a sigh, the dark haired man pulls one of his custom revolvers from its holster. He begins to spin it on the end of his middle finger. "I would rather not make to much noise before this thing gets started."
Dec  5 13:38:52 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: And in turn, his movement attracted her attention. Looking over, she would chuckle softly and smile. Not really expecting him to hear her over the music, she never the less would say, "Sorry, eh cuz? Didn't meant to startle you." Her voice was soft and her accent mild, Pacific islander.
Dec  5 13:41:14 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Looking once more, he stops and lets out a sigh. He pulls one of the head phones from his ear and lets out a long sigh. "Oh thank goodness, you scared the crap outta me." He relaxes a bit and slips his hands back into his hoodie pockets.
Dec  5 13:43:34 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Quirking a brow, she would slowly cant her head to one side as she asked, "Mistake me for someone else?" One hand lifting to ruffle her hair a bit and brush her bangs from her eyes.
Dec  5 13:45:05 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boys nods slightly. "Yeah you look just like my mom... Its kinda creepy, but your... much younger than her." He smiled and scratched his head.
Dec  5 13:47:32 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "I look like..." She seemed almost offended for a second before laughing and giving him a broad smile in return. "I'm nobody's ma...thankfully. That'd one scary thought." Blinking then, she looked curiously at him. "On the run from her, huh?"
Dec  5 13:48:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A slight smirk appears upon the corners of the figure's lips, tugging at them softly before vanishing quickly into the night. Slowly raising both hands from their place at his side, the youth calmly takes a single step backwards, long legs streching slightly to lengthen his stride. Lips still parted, words do come out now, though in a soft voice. Quiet and silky in its timbre, the words flow stiffly at best. "Not a girl.", is the first comment to be made, followed by, "Here by accident."
Dec  5 13:50:36 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The faint sight of a man clad in all white can be see drawing near to the group, a curious brow obviously raised as he moves toward the group his eyes focusing on Robert, though he remains silent.
Dec  5 13:51:53 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A nervous grin over comes his face. "Umm.. something like that..." He looks around for a second and then back at her. "So umm... You won't tell anyone you saw me will you?" He smiles nervously, trying to look as cute as a young child can.
Dec  5 13:54:18 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: One hand on her hip now, she looked down at him, assessing things. "Eh, you a'right? Seriously...she hit you or somethin'?" There was genuine concern in her voice and a light edge of offense at the thought that anyone would harm their child.
Dec  5 13:55:41 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy shakes his head, his long curly locks swinging back and forth. "No nothing like that... I umm..." He pauses in thought. "Its nothing really... Just don't tell anyone ok."
Dec  5 13:56:57 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man leans back against the truck, still spinning the gun on his finger. "Well looks like the prince did show up." He slips the over sized revolver back into its holster.
Dec  5 13:58:21 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: A light shrug was given as she held both hands up as if in surrender. "Nobody to tell. I'm new here and I never liked cops. So no worries, cuz. But you get something on your mind. Sure you don't wanna talk 'bout it? Maybe over a snack or somethin' and not in the middle of one parking lot?"
Dec  5 14:00:55 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled and started to decline, then almost in cartoon fasion his stomach growled and he realized he hadn't eat since he gotten here. "Umm... I guess I could talk..." He smiled weakly as a feeling of slight defet came over him. He fliped his backpack over and pulls out his laptop and turns off the music. Then stuffs the headphones back into his bag.rpose The dark haired man leans back against the truck, still spinning the gun on his finger. "Well looks like the prince did show up." He s
Dec  5 14:01:08 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The dark haired man leans back against the truck, still spinning the gun on his finger. "Well looks like the prince did show up." He slips the over sized revolver back into its holster.
Dec  5 14:01:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Devon. My name is Devon.", is stated in the same stuttering tone. "And I...I fighe for me. To stay alive." A pause, and another soft breath is drawn, before, "Am I alive?", is added. Eyes glance around the area once more, now genuinely nervous in their mannerisims. Eyes turning back towards the man with the machine gun, he queried, "Can I... go?"
Dec  5 14:02:11 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled and started to decline, then almost in cartoon fashion his stomach growled and he realized he hadn't eat since he gotten here. "Umm... I guess I could talk..." He smiled weakly as a feeling of slight defeat came over him. He flipped his backpack over and pulls out his laptop and turns off the music. Then stuffs the headphones back into his bag.
Dec  5 14:05:12 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Grinning, she upnodded and gave a shakah - hand closed with thumb and pinky extended. "Well, this place usually has some food and coffee and stuff, unless you got one betta idea. Dunno the mall or where what is."
Dec  5 14:06:15 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: As the Prince grows closer he notices the dark haired man, growling softly to himself he offered him a stern nod before turning his attention to the machine gun wielding man, "Mr.Storm" he simply said, eyes darting to the woman infront of him, "Woman problems?"
Dec  5 14:08:23 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy smiled. "This place is fine with me." He tosses his backpack back onto his back. He looks up at her. "My name is Nath.., Simon. You are?" He smiles, his eyes are a bright green in color.
Dec  5 14:11:23 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Viranka. Vi, Vir, Vira..whateva's easiest for you. Nice to meet you, now we go get some food. I hungry too." Her words were clearly more slang than lack of mastery over the English language. Stepping forward, she'd open the door and hold it for him with another little grin.
Dec  5 14:11:39 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man makes a long and over extended bow towards the prince, then moves to the back of the truck. "I wouldn't waist my bullets on her...him...that person." He motions to the lithe individual. He then turns back to the small group. "Take what you want, thats what they are here for." He picks up the half eaten arm that still lie in the back of the truck and looks at it with slight disgust.
Dec  5 14:14:55 :: (GC) Cheezie forced all to save
Dec  5 14:15:50 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy nodded, "Thanks, I think I will stick with Vira." He slips under her arm and into the building, his hand clasp together under his hoodie.
Dec  5 14:16:52 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Matteo to ooc These are not the droids you are looking for.
Dec  5 14:17:13 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Walking in after him, she'd chuckle. "No worries."
Dec  5 14:17:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "@RI'm not a girl@n", is muttered softly, cerulean eyes seeming rather annoyed at the various incorrect pronouns as his gaze is kept carefully leveled at the gun pointing towards him. Pale, slender hands are still at his shoulders in a non-threatening manner, boots planted firmly on the road. "@RCan I... go?@n", is once more asked in the same soft, silky tone. A glance is chanced over at the man called 'the prince' in a wary manner.
Dec  5 14:20:50 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy slowly approaches the counter. He stares at the menu for a moment. Then turns back to back to the woman. "I know what I want." He smiles and tries his hardest to get the attention of the woman at the counter. After a few seconds she sees him and he gives his order. "I want a Cinnamon roll and a Mango Smoothie." She nods and rings up his order. The young boy starts to dig into his pockets for his money.
Dec  5 14:23:05 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Waving her to the woman at the counter, she'd add on "Chai Latte and a toasted blueberry bagel. With cream cheese. Two order together, ya?" Indicating Simon and herself, she would then pull a few bills from her pocket, laying a twenty on the counter.
Dec  5 14:25:16 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy looked down and blushed slightly. "I could have paid for it." He pulls out a wad of various sized bills ranging from ones to possible a hundred or two. "See..." then he stuffs the wad of money back into his pocket and pulls out a ten. He holds it up to her. "Here you go." He smiles slightly.
Dec  5 14:28:09 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: If she was surprised at the currency, she didn't show it. She only smiled back at him. "Nah, you keep it. This is my shout. Next time I see you, your turn, kay?" 
Dec  5 14:30:40 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled and nodded. He stuffed the bill back into his pocket and reached up onto the counter for his drink and cinnamon roll. He looks around and spies two empty chairs off in a distant corner. "I will save us seats." He runs off careful not to spill his drink. He jumps and sits down in one of the two chairs.
Dec  5 14:33:16 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Chuckling to herself, she shook her head slightly. She herself was a teenager, but lately she'd been feeling quite a bit older. It was refreshing, having met him and so she smiled..rocking back and forth on her heels until her order was done. Upnodding to the staff in thanks, she'd head over to join him at the table.
Dec  5 14:35:38 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy leaned forward at the table, he showed a lot of manners for his age. He keep his hands under the table, a folded napkin on his lap. "So umm... Where are you from? You said you where new here." He tore off a piece of his cinnamon roll and bit into it.
Dec  5 14:39:00 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She was a contrast of sorts. Slouching slightly in her chair, she was a bit masculine in her manner, or maybe it was just a cultural thing? Swishing the latte around a bit to be sure it was mixed, she'd go about spreading the cream cheese on her bagel as she answered. "Hawai'i, yeah? The main island, with the capital on it and all the cities. How 'bout you? From here or passing though?" Despite his age, she addressed him as an equal.
Dec  5 14:39:06 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming both nervous and annoyed at the various guns and rilfles pointing at him, the youth glances around again, head remaining sill but eyes panning the area. Very calmly and simply, he states in a gentle tone. "If I tell you, you'll kill me. If I don't tell you, you'll kill me. If I walk away, you'll kill me. But if I help you get this inferanlist, can we call it a draw until next time?"
Dec  5 14:42:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looked down and then back up, his voice now much lower. "Im from Atlanta..." He takes a sip of his drink and then sets it back down. He brushed his hair back behind his ear and took another bite from his roll.
Dec  5 14:44:57 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Well, neva been. Only jus' recently left the islands." Pausing to have a bite of her bagel and a sip of the chai, savoring the warmth and flavor of the drink. "What decided you to come 'ere?"
Dec  5 14:47:53 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled slightly and stuck a small bit of the roll into his hoodie pocket. Tiny hairless hands reach out and grab the piece of bread and pull it back in. "I came here because... Well my parents wanted to send me to military school, so I umm..." He paused and stuck another piece of roll into his hooide pocket.
Dec  5 14:50:59 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: One brow arched at the moving of the bread into the pocket but she didn't ask. She didn't think the staff would appreciate it if they saw so she didn't call attention that way. "Military school, eh? Auwe...no good, dat. Ma used to tell me she was gone do dat to me. You went run away instead, huh?" Her voice wasn't particularly loud so she didn't bother lowering it at any point.
Dec  5 14:54:17 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy smiled and nodded slightly. "Well... They just wanted me out of their hair...So I figured this would be just as good for them." He slips another piece of roll into his pocket. "I have Houdini, thats the only person I need." He lovingly strokes the outside of his hoodie, the first carefree smile of the night on his face.
Dec  5 14:57:10 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She wrinkled up her nose a bit at the parents comment. "Well, you got one friend with you dere, so you good. But...when you saw me you said you thought I was ya ma. If dey wanted you gone why dey gone look for you?" A pause between topics hinted at her reluctance to chase that smile of his away.
Dec  5 14:59:34 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: 7 Black SUV's can equipped with Sirens can be seen approaching from the 4-Way Stop to the East.
Dec  5 15:00:02 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The darkhaired man hops out of the back of the Uhaul and onto the ground. "Alright if we are going to go then lets get going." He popped his neck loudly and gestured towards the urban youth. "Lead the way."
Dec  5 15:02:27 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He looked up, "When I got in town I saw myself on one of those missing childrens posters." He scratched his head. He takes a bite of his cinnamon roll.
Dec  5 15:03:49 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She winced and nodded. "Fair 'nuff! Looks like maybe dey cared enough to search though. Thought of callin em, maybe and seeing what's what?"
Dec  5 15:05:45 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man shakes his head. "This is going to get ugly." He turns to Robert, "Whats the plan, Do we stand or do we run?" He looks back to the truck. "They see us here with these guns... they arn't going to belive we are hunting..."
Dec  5 15:06:05 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The SUV's pull up and several dozen men in black suits pile out each armed with automatic weapons.  "Clear the area now!"  One is seen yelling at his men as they approach the groups location.
Dec  5 15:06:56 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He looks down agian. "I thought about that too, but my dads a big buissness man... This probably looks bad, his son run away. Thats the only reason they want me back... then they will ship me off right after it." He pets the small creature in his pocket agian.
Dec  5 15:08:25 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A look more annoyed than anything enters the angelic youth's blue eyes, his hands still held up and his position still away from the weapons. Androgynous face holding no response to either heavily-armed group, he simply stands there as the figure's in black seemingly spill out of the SUVs and onto the scene.
Dec  5 15:10:31 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She would lean back a bit, chewing thoughtfully on her bagel for awhile before saying anything. "Yeah. maybe. Or maybe dey die one day...and you neva see em again. And you stuck wonderin..if that was true or not." Frowning slightly, some dark emotion flickered across her gaze and a quiver entered her voice briefly. "I miss my ma, yanno? We fought all da time. But in da end we was okay. I dunno, you gotta do what you think is right."
Dec  5 15:11:42 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man shook his head and then turned running into the woods. As he reached he woods he ducked behind a large tree, his hand resting on the M16 strapped to his back.
Dec  5 15:14:05 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "The only people at home who ever cared for me where Heidi and Cooper, they worked for my parents." He looked thoughtfully at the last bite of his roll, before sticking it into his hoodie pocket. He laughed slighty and said quitely downward. "I get the next one."
Dec  5 15:16:44 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Growling slightly the dark haired man looks at the fallen urban youth. "I can't belive Im saving your ass." He runs as fast as he can trying to get to Roberts fallen body.
Dec  5 15:16:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes go wide, rage flashing through them at the mention at the word 'bomb', the irritated aura around the willowy figure seeming to expand. However, his facial features never falter though, his position still one of innocent submission. Nothing is spoken, nor does his head turn to check on the other who fled into the woods.
Dec  5 15:17:06 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Chuckling, she nodded. "Maybe ring dem, let em know you okay. But, either way! You get the next one, so you take care, yeah? You and ya friend. What you plan to do here anyway?"
Dec  5 15:17:42 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: A few of the armed men in black suits rush out to surround Salem, after a quick pat down he is released and moved off down the street.  The men in black then turn and aim their rifles at the woods, "You have until the count of three to clear the area."
Dec  5 15:18:10 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Salem to east
Dec  5 15:19:51 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiles and shrugs. "I really don't know..." He looked around. "I don't know anyone here..." He reached into his pocket and stroked the small rodent with his index finger.
Dec  5 15:21:44 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: One of the men in black moves forward to the angelic youth and motions it toward the trucks, "Move along, there's nothing to see here." He then turns and raises a bullhorn to his lips, looking directly into the woods, "I repeat, you have until the count of three to clear the area. Those who have not left will be arrested. Make your choice."
Dec  5 15:23:50 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "You don't seem too concerned. All good as long as you got ya friend, yeah?" Smiling a bit at that, she'd tilt her head to the side ever so slightly as if listening to something for a moment. "If you like, you can crash at my place. Not nice, not fancy...but stay dry and warm."
Dec  5 15:24:53 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man kneels down, keeping a tight grip onto the ubran youth. "You better have a plan." He says in a very low tone, then becomes silent agian.
Dec  5 15:27:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Giving a quick nod to the black garbed man, the youth heads off still partially facing the treeline and glancing back towards the woods from time to time. His long, precise strides soon carry him out of the area and away from the conflict.
Dec  5 15:27:43 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiles and nods. "You really mean it..." He pauses agian. "What about Houdini? Can he come too?" He tries his cute child like smile agian.
Dec  5 15:28:26 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Vanishing from sight, Robert keeps a firm grip on Matteo as he moves deeper into the woods rapidly, whispering softly, "Keep your legs working. Don't worry about seeing." As they move as one under his barrier.
Dec  5 15:29:37 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Blinking, she looked surprised for a moment and then laughed. "Course, course! More the merrier!" 
Dec  5 15:29:54 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man keeps running, growling slightly. "This was your plan... blind me then run... what so I can't see the bullets hitting me." His voice still very low and bearly audible.
Dec  5 15:33:04 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boys face seemed over come with joy, he climbed out of the chair and hugged the woman. "Oh thank you very much. Im really good at house work, Heidi taught me how to do all those things." He bounced slightly then turning his back to the people he pulls out a small rat. The small ball of black and white fur looked around. "Hear that Houdini, we have a place to stay." The small rat seemed to almost chirp in response.
Dec  5 15:36:15 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: The casual affection didn't seem to surprise her and she returned the hug. When he finally produced Houdini, she smiled and said, "Cute." Casually looking around to be sure no one saw..though she really didn't think anyone would have in the back as they were.
Dec  5 15:36:45 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to save
Dec  5 15:39:34 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Looking up he smiled agian, "Oh this is Houdini, we have been friends for a long time." He slipped the small rat back into his pocket.
Dec  5 15:40:22 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man remainded quite and keep a tight grip on the urban youth. His mind seemed to be racing as he tried to plan his next move. The lack of control greatly eating at him.
Dec  5 15:42:16 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Not used to em being so tiny. He's cute though." Her expression was soft, with a gentle smile. 
Dec  5 15:43:57 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "He is still young, I found him when he was just starting to get hair. I was the first thing he saw." He pets the pocket. "So..." He pauses agian and looks at the floor, his voice now much lower. "Your not worried about them looking for me?"
Dec  5 15:46:34 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Pfft!" She waved his question off and smirked. "And what? Dey gone say I kidnapped you? I not eighteen, dey no can do nothin'. No worries." Her tone illustrated complete confidence.
Dec  5 15:48:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Cocking his head to the side he looked at her. "How old are you? Im twelve, and Houdini is..." He pauses and seems to be counting slightly. "two months, three days, and fourteen hours old."
Dec  5 15:48:39 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: As Pelliden scrambles low to the ground, dodging behind bushes and using their leafless cover to shield himself from view, a twig snaps. In front of him, looking down, is an Agent dressed in black pointing a rifle at his head.  "You had until the count of three to leave without incident.  Now you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say or do can and will be held against you in a court of law.  You have the right to an attorney..." The agent drones the Miranda act as an
Dec  5 15:48:57 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The agent drones the Miranda act as another comes up and quickly cuffs the Irish man, leading him to the row of black SUV's.
Dec  5 15:51:31 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "What! Ya ma never told you not to ask one girl her age!" Despite the words, she was grinning and her tone was light. "My ID says twenty-one. But stay fake. Nah, I just hit seventeen. So...got one year til I need to worry." Her smile suggested that she wouldn't worry then either, however.
Dec  5 15:52:20 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: As the Agents and others begin entering the woods, several animals, ranging from racoons, to skunks, begin to attack anyone in the area.  A bear can be seen approaching, as well as several other predators.
Dec  5 15:54:44 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy blushes and looks down. "Sorry, Im not really use to talking to girls older than me. Well... I have talked to really old snotty women, like 100 years old. They always throw their coats at me when they come to my parents parties." He slips both hands into his pockets.
Dec  5 15:55:08 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: An officer comes into the cell pulling on a pair of rubber gloves, "Pelliden is it?"
Dec  5 15:58:17 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The officer looks at the gloves and shakes his head, "Just to check your mouth, sir. Never know what people are hiding in their braces these days. I'm sure you're not going to drop your pants to pull anything out while the A.D.A. is in the room, but you could pull a nice shive from a pair of braces.  Open up please." A tiny penlight is pulled from the officer's breast pocket and he moves toward the Irish man in dutiful strides.
Dec  5 15:59:18 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Shaking her head, she'd reply "No need for apologies. Your house back dere seems kinda cold and distant. My ma and I fought, yeah..all da time. But we was always close."
Dec  5 16:01:10 :: (GC) Salem rposed: A very large eagle soars in from the traffic to the east, it glides around the area.
Dec  5 16:02:04 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Using new found strenght the dark haired man made his way up the side of the tree digging his fingers into any hold then could find. He climbs as high as the urban youth climbs.
Dec  5 16:03:45 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy shrugs. "People think that rich kids don't have any troubles, but we just have differn't ones is all." He smiles at her. "But so long as I can make it out here, I won't have to go back."
Dec  5 16:04:00 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The officer shrugs, "Just following routine procedure, you know how it is." He places two fingers in Pelliden's mouth and quickly runs them through.  Seeming satisfied he snaps the light off and nods toward the cell door. A blonde woman with a short curly bob haircut wearing a light wool suit steps into the cell. "You've been charged with trespassing, Mister Pelliden. The owner of the property you were hunting on decided that he didn't like people shooting at his animals. Your court date is at 3pm on
Dec  5 16:04:40 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: "Your court date is at 3pm on January 17th, please be there or you'll be facing a $$50 fine." She rips a small paper from a pad, giving it to the man.  "You can make your phone call and collect your things at the front."
Dec  5 16:05:26 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Nods in approval and grins. "Exactly! Always look ahead and smile. It confuses people." Winking at him.
Dec  5 16:07:03 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man nods slightly. "Alright, so whats the plan, How are we getting out of here..." He holds on to the tree tightly.
Dec  5 16:07:03 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The young woman shrugs and glances toward the Irish man, "Never the less, you were trespassing on private property. Please don't do it again, we'd hate to have to waste all the manpower for... fifty dollars."
Dec  5 16:07:05 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The very large eagle (think lord of the rings), lands on the branch beside Matteo, he motions for them to hop onto his back.
Dec  5 16:07:33 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The agents begin to open fire throughout the area, killing the animals, bullets bounce off trees and around the area.
Dec  5 16:08:31 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy blushes agian and looks at her. "Thats a good Idea I guess." He looks around "So umm, where too now?"
Dec  5 16:09:08 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The young woman nods, "The county clerk's office is open Monday through Friday eight AM until four PM. They are of course closed on Holidays, regular business hours resuming the next business day."
Dec  5 16:09:33 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: Growling he holds onto the massive bird. "I never, would have guessed this would have happened... of all the possible things this..." He shakes his head and remains quite after his out burst.
Dec  5 16:10:27 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The woman leans in a little closer and taps his ticket, "There's an address you can mail your payment to on the back of that as well." She gives him a small smile and a wink before backing away.
Dec  5 16:10:48 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The eagle soars up into the air, above the foilage, several branches hitting its passengers, before flying away towards the east.
Dec  5 16:10:50 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Well!" She clapped her hands together and leaned forward a bit, chin on her hands. "S'one good question. Any ideas?"
Dec  5 16:13:22 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: As the eagle flies, the agents begin firing on it, a bullet striking the eagle in the wing.  It slows his flight, but he can continue.  The grenades dropped by Robert mostly explode midair, being struck or predetonated, but one falls through and blows up an SUV.
Dec  5 16:14:55 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy stops and thinks for a second. "I really have no idea, I don't know much in this city. I know there is a Comic shop. Thats about it though." He sighs and sits back down across from the woman.
Dec  5 16:15:08 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: A shambling mound of maggotry and just general grossness ambles in leading a dandy young Irish man, "'Ere she is, safe 'n secoore cap'n.." His gutteral Cockney accent echoing through the sparse room where the young girl is pinned by a stake.
Dec  5 16:16:04 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The eagle lands in some nearby grass.  Breathing heavily from his wound.  He allows the 2 passengers to exit.
Dec  5 16:16:44 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Perks up a bit. "Comics are awesome! I used to have one huge collection back home." Drifting into light reverie for a few moments.
Dec  5 16:18:54 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man climbs off the bird and shakes his head. "We need to get somewhere safe...quick." He removes the holsters straped to him and tosses them on the ground, the M16 following suit. "We need to ditch these too."
Dec  5 16:20:11 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "The shop is in burbank. And they are open late if you want to go." He smiles and looks around. "Plus, this place reminds me of home, to many snotty people." He chuckles a little at his own jest.
Dec  5 16:22:52 :: (GC) Salem rposed: pants a bit, before launching into the air, leaving the scene, flying off to the south.
Dec  5 16:23:32 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Snicking, she nods and get to her feet..moving to throw the empty cup in the trash. "Sounds like a plan! Lead on!" One arm up in the air, hand closed with index finger extended.
Dec  5 16:23:35 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The shambling mound looks at the Irishman and adjusts the rags covering his grotesquely corpulent body. "I ashore ye's tha' she's been given every bit o' hospitality tha' we allow fer 'er koind."
Dec  5 16:24:09 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: The dark haired man nods. "Got it..." He leaves west headed for Bel Air.
Dec  5 16:28:08 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy giggled slightly as he lead the way out of the bookstore.
Dec  5 16:28:25 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The Nosferatu raises a maggot laiden eyebrow to the Irishman and then turns toward the young girl.  He shambles up and caresses her face a little too tenderly as he does so, "Poor bit, so yong.. so innocent... too bad, eh? Usin' the power 'a shadow loik she do... mos' loikely a Sabbat, eh?"
Dec  5 16:30:21 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy pushes the door of the comic book store open. "Here we are, I have been in here a few times before. Its pretty nice." He holds the door open for the woman following him.
Dec  5 16:32:33 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Steps in after him, looking around and giving a low whistle. "Pretty nice. One back home was one hole in da wall..."
Dec  5 16:33:49 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The hideous monstrosity turns back toward the Irishman and gives him a smile that could only be described as truly disturbing. "Whale... she's moine now. She's gonna be moine fer'ever 'n ever... ain'tcha Bit." He pats the cheek of the young girl before casting a leering gaze over her pretty little form. "Oi useda look as good as 'er... maybe e'en better.. but oi ain't seen a pretty lil lassie loike 'er in me warren fer ages 'n ages..."  He looks at her and licks his lips, humming softly to himself.
Dec  5 16:39:05 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: The monster hunches his shoulders and growls at the Irishman, "Yer Prince gave 'er ta me. Yer in moi domain now, pup. I'd soggest tha' yeh put away the knoife afore somethin' wicked this way comes.. eh?" He looks back toward the young girl and caresses her face a few more times, keeping an eye on the Irishman, "Maybe if'n yer good I'll letcher toch 'er too."
Dec  5 16:45:03 :: (GC) Cheezie echoed: Nodding to the man, the disturbing and disgusting creature motions toward the sole exit, "We can be goin' new... back teh whence yeh came, eh?"
Dec  5 16:46:23 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: secretly glad to be glad to be out of there Pelliden heads to the exit, making a mental note of the twists and turns of the sewer. There's no way he'd leave her there long.
Dec  5 16:47:25 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy walks over to a rack of comics and starts looking though them. He looks over back at the woman. "What kind of Comics are you into. I like X-men." He pulls an old issue wrapped in plastic off the rack.
Dec  5 18:15:33 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: A shift of shadows suddenly dancing wildly as he chuckles, his white teeth standing out in stark contrast Kostya turns on his side to make more room saying "I know, I'm wonderful. And I ... Sort... of came out of your loins." he snickers.
Dec  5 18:19:43 :: (GC) Coco rposed: She turns her platinum blonde head toward him and smiles a little, her eyes flitting over his form quite appreciatively, "I'm glad you're like me now... I won't be alone anymore."
Dec  5 18:27:57 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Kostya to save
Dec  5 18:28:17 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Kostya to save
Dec  5 18:28:36 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Kostya to save
Dec  5 18:28:53 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Glances up at the sound of the door opening out of casual curiousity. She would take a moment to appraise the person before turning back to the shelf she was browsing through, muttering something to herself as she searched.
Dec  5 18:28:55 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Kostya to save
Dec  5 18:31:49 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A young boy with brown currly locks walks around the corner. "Vira, you never answered me? What do you like." He is holding a newer edition of a X-men comic.
Dec  5 18:34:52 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Eh? Oh...hrm... Lots, really." She would hold out the collection she had in her hand. Gen-13, Transmetropolitan, Sandman and a few others. Grinning down at him, she shrugged. "Used to have a huge collection. Should start again here."
Dec  5 18:39:57 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy spins around and looks at the man. "Comics are always good... The girls I went to school with never liked them much. Wait! They have some Manga a girl might like." He points over at a book sheilf with Manga on it. "Try that stuff."
Dec  5 18:41:50 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Raises a hand to conceal a giggle as they talk. "Yeah...I used to collect em too."
Dec  5 18:43:44 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: He takes a few strides over to the manga section and flips through it, then stops, pointing, wide-eyed to a 'gratuitous panty-shot' page. " They let -bairns- see that? Oh, I tell ye, me mother'd'a beat me bloody f'r gettin' caught wit tha'."
Dec  5 18:44:28 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiles. "Yeah, I never really got into it." He giggles slightly. "But that one looks ok." He looks up slightly blushing at the woman.
Dec  5 18:47:51 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: His hand slipping beneath the thin cloth of coco's wife beater Kostya rakes his fingernails across her stomach "So were going out then? Is there anything we should bring? Ohhhh we should go look at new cars."
Dec  5 18:50:22 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiles and looks at the man. "Im Na, Simon." He smiles, keeping his hand in his hoodie pocket. His fingers gently rud the small ball of fur in his front pocket.
Dec  5 18:54:58 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy blinked then shook his head. "Just Simon, had a brain glitch." He tapped playfully on the side of his head. His other hand tucked inside of his hoodie pocket. He replaced his hand, then quickly pulled it out "Youch!" He yelped.
Dec  5 18:55:05 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Tiliting her head curiously, she wondered what Simon would say to that. However, she was distracted by something. Vira's eyes were drawn to Pell's..which were a color she didn't think she'd ever seen before.
Dec  5 18:55:49 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: The exclamation broke her curious stare and she looked down at Simon. "Houdini unhappy?"
Dec  5 18:56:24 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Arrah," Pell said distractedly. He'd been watching her eyes gaze at his until the kid yelped. "Wossamatter, eh? Sommat bite ya?"
Dec  5 18:58:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nursed his finger by sucking on it. With his other hand he pulled out a small black and white rat. "Houdini, that hurt." His words slightly slurred by his finger in his mouth. "Are you hungry already?" the small rat seemed to squeek in responce.
Dec  5 19:01:47 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy blushes brightly. "Im fine, see." He brought Houdini up and kissed his nose, Houdini in returned lightly nibbled on his. Simon giggled and tucked him back into his pocket. "I will get you something to eat in just a minute." He turned back to Viranka waiting to recive his wrist back.
Dec  5 19:02:52 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: " Hey! Is that a rat!?" The store-owner barks. "Get out of here with that pest!"
Dec  5 19:06:32 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy blinks slightly as he looks up at Viranka. "Im sorry..." He places the comic he was holding back on the shelf. He lightly strokes the ball of fur in his pocket and moves towards the door.
Dec  5 19:07:48 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Kenneth to save
Dec  5 19:11:35 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy nods. "Yeah, we leaving now?" His hands tucked into his hoodie pocket. Then a small lump appears on his wrist and begins to climb up his arm. The boy tries his hardest to keep from laughing.
Dec  5 19:15:40 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A small head pops out of the neck of the hoodie and peers around. "Yeah, he grabs ahold of the straps on his back pack and giggles as Houdini climbs across the back of his neck.
Dec  5 19:20:48 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy pushes the door open and holds it open for the woman to follow. His head peered around the door, Houdini sniffing and nibbling on his neck.
Dec  5 19:28:49 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A slightly aggitated look comes over the young boys face as the man holds the door along with him. He then switches back to Viranka, "Oh umm... He will eat just about anything won't you." He looks down at the little rat that smiles.
Dec  5 19:36:50 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy runs around to stand next to the woman. "Umm... I dunno," He lets out a sigh and blushes, trying his hardest to find something to say. Looking slightly defeted he puts his hands back into his pockets.
Dec  5 19:36:50 :: (GC) Faristil forced Kenneth to save
Dec  5 19:46:16 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: As quiet as it has been for the past hour or so, oddly even, all of that comes to and end in the next ten minutes. It's slow at first. Just one Nosferatu fades into sight. Then two more. And then a dozen. All of them seem to be staring at Marie. Waiting for something. The first one, walks up and pulls the stake from her chest, bringing her back to life.
Dec  5 19:47:46 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Marie screams, a thick sound that escapes her throat as she takes in a giant breath, wounds still open on her face and in her chest obviously from where the stake has just been removed, she looks around and her eyes go wide once more as she looks at and finally focusses on the creature before her and the stake in its hand.
Dec  6 16:00:35 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to d
Dec  6 16:00:54 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  6 16:06:51 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: You gain 20xp.
Dec  6 16:17:18 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Salem to save
Dec  6 16:17:49 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Kenneth to save
Dec  6 16:27:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The young woman pauses, then nods slightly, still seeming unsure. "I don't know about 'hostage', but one might be after its own." The tone of her voice is kept low and soft as she speaks to the man in Latin, eyes flicking over to the source of the whistling in a cautious manner, lips pursing into a straight line so that no more words might escape them.
Dec  6 16:37:00 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The young man then sits down and cracks his neck, on a nearby bench to the couple.  He then continues his whistled song.
Dec  6 16:44:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The cerulean gaze of the young woman returns to the blond man by her side, eyes holding a great deal of respect within their pale yet brilliant depths. "I should look over this more. Follow my only...lead." Still in Latin the emphasis placed upon the last word, combined with the expression that ghosts over her placid expression is easily understood as both frustration and disgust. "Take care Good Sir.", is offered in farewell, this time in English. She bows her head politely to him, then slowly begi
Dec  6 16:45:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: begins to walk off with long, casual strides. Her platform boots thud softly with each step, great care being taken to avoid stepping in any dirt or trash litterin the street.
Dec  6 16:46:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThere is only silence.@W
Dec  6 16:53:46 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DOnly the silence and the seductive whispers answer.@W
Dec  6 17:34:54 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The female voice takes on a quality that can only be described as hushed awe, "Really?  That was you? You were fantastic... like Doc Ock... but aren't you scared that the fascists will kill you for breaking their rules?"
Dec  6 17:50:15 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth's voice remains cold and detached, his reply short as usual. "@rProbably not.@D"
Dec  6 17:59:50 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to d
Dec  6 18:01:30 :: (GC) Faristil forced Pelliden to d
Dec  6 18:01:32 :: (GC) Faristil forced Raven to d
Dec  6 18:06:04 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The female voice sounds rather excited as she hears the Russian, "@cSugar!@w"
Dec  6 18:09:15 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to title Martin. Claims the title of Jizz.
Dec  6 18:09:15 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Raven to save
Dec  6 18:10:13 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Dec  6 18:10:24 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Dec  6 18:12:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Faristil points down.
Dec  6 18:14:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Kenneth remains silent.
Dec  6 18:23:06 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DSilence.@W
Dec  6 18:37:05 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Three small jars of paint in her right hand, Viranka stared at the patch of wall in front of herself thoughtfully. The white lights were on, so the paint was faintly visible.
Dec  6 18:40:03 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks around the room, taking it all in. "Wow this is your place." He pauses for a moment then smiles. "Its so cool! I always wanted to paint my room black, but mom would never let me." He pulls Houdini from his pocket. "Look Houdini, this place is cool." the little rat seems to squeak as it looks around sniffing at the paint filled air.
Dec  6 18:41:35 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: em walks in, humming a tune reminicent of a video game and true enough jabs at the gameboy in her hands, thumbs working feverishly. The sound is off, but obviously supplied instead by Beatrice's creative interpretation.
Dec  6 18:43:25 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Smiling back at Simon, she turned to watch him and Houdini. "Security shutters. Here, lemme show you how to open em." She would cross to one of the windows and show him how to unlatch them to either open completely or to just slat open to allow some airflow. "I put them in to keep the black..well, black. It makes the paint show up better under UV lighting."
Dec  6 18:45:11 :: (GC) Marie rposed: Marie giggles, "You sound like Agent Smith, "'Mr.Anderson.'"
Dec  6 18:49:24 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiles and nods, watching carefully at her instrucions. "Alright." He walks around the room looking.
Dec  6 18:50:15 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiles and nods, watching carefully at her instrucions. "Alright." He walks around the room looking. He stops and sets his bag down on the floor. "Alright, what can I do to help?" He rolls up his sleeves.
Dec  6 18:50:40 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Hah!" Bea exclaims to the game, giving it a rather triumphant glance. "I caughtcha! Ya bugger!" She saves the game and slips it into her purse amusedly. After a cursory glance of her surroundings, Beatrice inquires, "Well howgoes tha night?"
Dec  6 18:58:04 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiles and nods. "Alrighty." He slips Houdini into his little case in his bag. He then strips down to a pair of blue boxers. He pulls on various articles of clothing untill he finds something that fits. He ends up wearing a pair of sweatpants that are much to long and a long T-shirt. "Alrighty Im ready." He picks up a can of paint and starts looking.
Dec  6 18:59:33 :: (GC) Faristil forced Sovereign to aura
Dec  6 18:59:37 :: (GC) Faristil forced Sovereign to status
Dec  6 19:00:25 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her work was sporadic, so there were areas thick with complicated, tribal designs...and some that were completely blank. All the paints were blacklight paint and so was very faint even against the darker background.
Dec  6 19:03:26 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Squatting down the young boy painted one blank area with slow careful strokes. His tongue stuck out between his lips as he concentrated with all his might. His face slowly started to change shades as he held his breath. When he reached the end of the unpainted area he let out a long breath, then took another preparing for the next stroke.
Dec  6 19:09:11 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Finishing his work he moved to another spot beneath where Viranka was painting. Before he began painting the young boy looked at her. "What are you painting." He blushed brightly as he saw slightly up her shirt, quickly looking back down. His face glowing with his embarrassment.
Dec  6 19:14:47 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks at the barely visible marks with awe and wonder. "
Dec  6 19:16:06 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks at the barely visible marks with awe and wonder. "Wow thats really cool." He brings a leather band straped around his wrist, small beads adorning it and a massive claw threaded threw the middle. He puts the claw in his mouth, slightly holding it with his teeth.
Dec  6 19:19:33 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Crouches down to look curiously at the adornment. "What's dat?" They style, if nothing else, made her curious
Dec  6 19:22:32 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "Oh this." He holds his arm out. On closer inspection its apparent that it is a fang instead of a claw. "Houdini's family brought it to me one day. I think it was a gift for being their friend." He smiles and holds it looking at it. "I have no Idea where they got it though, or what could have a tooth this big." He lovingly strokes the edge of the large fang.
Dec  6 19:24:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: A long sigh is heard from Kenneth's direction.
Dec  6 19:25:36 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Moving to a seat, Beatrice settles comfortably as well, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her knees.
Dec  6 19:25:57 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Squinting a bit she tilted her head and looked at it from a different angle, not even considering touch it with her paint stained hands. "From da mice, huh? Yeah, dey pick up all kine tings." She could think of a fair few things with large fangs...but the fact that mice had it...and gave it to him...well, that made her wonder...
Dec  6 19:30:27 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiled and nods. "Yeah they gave it to me. I was down in the cellar one day... Umm... sitting." He refused to admit he was down there crying. "And the all came out and ran over to me, one of them was dragging this. They left it there for me, before digging though my pockets for snacks." He giggled at the memory.
Dec  6 19:31:08 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: The tall bald man walks in, dressed in an expensive pressed suit, his hand hold a cellphone to his ear and he keeps his voice low, though to those around close to him his words are easily heard, "I told you that I'd have the papers drawn up by the end of the week, and that fact still stands, now if you do not give me time your going to find yourself in jail, with no one to blame but yourself. Ether way, I still get paid, so do what you want, im still getting my money." The slams the phone shut then 
Dec  6 19:32:02 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: (cont.) once again opens it, they phone vibrates before turning off. He slides it into a very slim cellphone holder on his belt then slides into one of the farthest seats. Removing his sun glasses to revealing eyes of an almost perfect shade of gold. He slides these into his coat pocket and rests his hands on the arms of his chair. 
Dec  6 19:34:10 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She laughed at the last bit and nodded. "Was good of them. Tings from ya friends can come in handy in a tight spot. Even if all dey do is remind you dat someone out dere loves you." She'd lean down and give him a little kiss on the forehead before standing again and going back to her design, pondering the trinket.
Dec  6 19:36:24 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Giving a rather mischevious grin to Nemo, Bea answers, "Why Sonny, ya might not wanna suggest that to me. Only Prince Gabriel 'imself could shut me up ifn' I really got started." Giving a motion towards Pelliden, "Ask Pelli here, if ya don't b'lieve me.
Dec  6 19:36:54 :: (GC) Allen rposed: The backdoors open, revealing a late entrance dressed in a business suit of black and white, dark brown eyes shift from the hispanic man as he eyes those about the room. He begins taking long step into the room, spotting Luke's gesture and beginning to stride in that direction.
Dec  6 19:37:07 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy blushed brightly as he almost physically melted into the floor. As soon as he recovered he went back to his task of painting the blank splotches on the wall. He tried extra hard to make each stroke perfect. He took short breaths trying to slow his beating heart.
Dec  6 19:39:46 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: The tall man brings up a PDA and sets it down on the next chair, along with a pager, another cell phone and what looks like a miniature laptop, he slowly proceeds to turn each one off before placing them into pockets inside his jacket and in his pants. He stands up and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a very thin elecronic address book, to which he adds some notes then slides it back into his pocket before sitting down once more.
Dec  6 19:40:31 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Whether through the general cluelessness of elder towards younger..or just through polite avoidance so as to not embarass him, she didn't notice the meltiness. Instead, she began to softly sing a song about someone named Maui who, as the song went, was the 'Hawai'ian Supa Man'. The bit she was working on now was one of the tribal abstracts. Lots of swirls and random jagged accents.
Dec  6 19:40:35 :: (GC) Allen rposed: The hispanic clad in the business suit shifts dark brown eyes about the room for a quick scan of the inhabitants, a neutral expression plastered on his features as he takes a forced breath while surveying the room.
Dec  6 19:41:22 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Grinning a little,  Bea gives a nonchalant shrug, "There just ain't that much ta say.  Not been much except the move gone on since our little flamefest with help from tha Nossies. Other'n that, it's been peace an' Pokemon fer me."
Dec  6 19:42:43 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince simply listens silently as he continues preparing the last of his paper work, his eyes narrow slightly as he looks up over the group, "Once again good evening everyone" he paused and raised an eyebrow at the man in the back for a brief moment, "Court is now in session, please remain silent for a moment while I address our first business" 
Dec  6 19:47:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy, lost in his own little world, listend to her song. His face remained the bright flush, and his eyes almost completely glazed over. He finished the small blotch and looked around the room for another.
Dec  6 19:48:12 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I am Gabriel Bennett of clan Brujah for those of you who may not have met me, I will tell you alittle about myself... I have served the Camarilla for almost one thousand years, I have served as every seat the court has to offer in many cities. It is with great privilage and honor I have taken this seat, andI want to make a few things very clear right off the bat" pausing he looked over to Luke and Allen for a moment tilting his head. (Cont)
Dec  6 19:48:25 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Sovereign to aura Diabolist
Dec  6 19:51:41 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "My passion for the success of the Camarilla is perhaps stronger than most you have met, as I guess you could consider a flaw.. but again I am Brujah blood" The Prince paused for a moment and looked down at his papers, "I believe that each of us have much to offer, and I also believe in the well being of everyone of us to be very important... I am firm in my decisions and aggressive in punishments" (cont)
Dec  6 19:55:03 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Going to choose another set of colors, she would pause, a thought occuring to her. Picking up her paints, she crossed to a different section and quickly sketched a few things before looking over her shoulder. "Simon! Any of dese look familiar?" There were assorted glyphs, a few of them looked more like rough claw swipes than anything else.
Dec  6 19:55:03 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I will hear any of you at any time provided I have the time, and I will consider your opinions in most things... however once I have made up my mind it is a very hard thing to change.. Now, that said there is much we have to discuss this night and much that is to be done..." The Prince glances around the room, "I will now call roll, Ventrue, Tremere, Malkavian, Gangrel Primogens please make yourselves known if you are present"
Dec  6 19:56:02 :: (GC) Luke rposed: Letting the silence pass for a few moments, Luke stands up and nods.  "Luke Valmoor, Tremere Primogen present sire."  He nods, sitting back down.
Dec  6 19:56:39 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Sheriff, Deputy, please make yourself known if you are presant... I regret to inform you our newly appointed keeper will be unable to attend, though she has been briefed on what is to occure, she is still working on getting everything arranged in this city, I will see to it she finds each of you to introduce herself" That said the Prince falls silent and awaits for everyone to finish.
Dec  6 19:57:06 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Standing and giving a finger-waggling wave, Bea says, "Beatrice Hildebrandt, Malkavian Primogen 'ere an listnin."
Dec  6 20:00:13 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy tilts his head to the side studing the symbols. He starts to shake his head untill she draws one more. He points to it. "Hey I remember that..." He pauses for a second. "That was tattoed on Coopers arm... Does it mean something." Genuine confusion covered his face as he tried to rationalize the scene before him.
Dec  6 20:00:19 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Glancing immediately back to Allen with a bemused, yet somewhat disappointed look, Beatrice gives a shake of her head before just glancing back to the front.
Dec  6 20:02:56 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Makes a "Huh..." sound and commits that one to memory for future study. Looking down at the young boy she gives a lopsided smile and then nods a bit. Maybe that trinket was more of a Trinket..and that made her quite curious. Still, he was a bit young. "You mentioned him before. Who was he; Cooper?"
Dec  6 20:06:54 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled at getting to talk about this man. "Cooper was my parents pool boy. I met him one day when I was down in the cellar. He was a really good friend of mine. He would take care of me when the other kids at school made fun of me." He looked down at the floor slightly embarrassed at mentioning this. "But me and him would hang out after he finished his job. He lived in a little shack behind the house."
Dec  6 20:07:52 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: The tall man in the back stands and begins walking forward, "Indeed you do."
Dec  6 20:08:42 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Nodding, she pondered. Would be too difficult to find this man. "What was the pool boy doing in the cellar?" 
Dec  6 20:10:04 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: Continues to walk forward, looking around at the vampires around him, he then stops, "I am Sovereign Gaines.............Of the Assamite."
Dec  6 20:12:39 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "Umm, He was friends with the rats too." His eyes grow wide as he runs over to his backpack. He starts digging around in the bag and pulls out a stack of photos. He brings the stack over and starts flipping though them. He holds out a picture. "This is cooper." The picture bears the image of a rough looking man in his mid thirties. His pale green eyes are identical to Simons. "This is Cooper, I took pictures of everyone before I left."
Dec  6 20:14:01 :: (GC) Faristil forced Allen to s
Dec  6 20:14:44 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Again, she wouldn't touch it as she didn't want to get paint on it, but she couched down to look at it better, noting the eyes...and adding it to her list of reasons to wonder. "How long he went work for ya parents?"
Dec  6 20:15:05 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DOnly silence.@W
Dec  6 20:16:53 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: Sovereign smirks, "I would not be here if I wished to do your kindred any harm. I am simply following what your sect has lain down as procedure whenever one of us enters anothers territory." He turns to Nikita, "Little girl, I think you will find I am well versed in the traditions, and unless you class my three cell phone, PDA, pager, and electronic notebook a weapon, I think you will find I am without them. You see, when you are a lawyer, people tend to look at you strangely when you walk around wi
Dec  6 20:17:25 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: (Cont.) "with well, say a gun or a sword, and I'm sure you might cringe in the face of mace, no rhyme or pun intended, but they really are not effective in our world."
Dec  6 20:19:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy shruged. "I have no Idea, he was always there. So I guess before I was born. I know that Cooper told me he was homeless before my parents gave him a job. He said he was very grateful to them for it." He flipped though the pictures looking, He paused on a picture of an over weight germanic looking woman. "Ich leibe dich Frau Heidi." He says this in a low tone then flips to the next picture.
Dec  6 20:20:56 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The large, double doors swing open, each one pushed as such by a skin-headed man, both in an assortment of biker/punk clothing. Stepping through the door is a rather striking and lithe Englishman, dressed in a black leather jacket, that reaches his ankles. His left shoulder is slightly on fire, but is smothered as he reaches up with a gloved hand and puts it out with a pat, seeming annoyed. Fresh smoke still rises off of the garment, even as he slips out of it, handing it off to one of the skin-head
Dec  6 20:20:58 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Beneath that jacket, he wears a business suit, and in it, he makes confident, bold strides down the middle aisle, heading for the stage. Two scimitars still hang, visibly, from his belt, one on each of his hips. As he walks, the two skin-heads falls into stride behind him, along with four others who enter as well, but by the time he reaches the front of the theater, they've all dispersed to take seats. Stopping at the Prince, the Englishman speaks, "..Apologies. Sabbat patrol. It took a bit to take 
Dec  6 20:21:16 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Leaning a bit to look as he flipped, she didn't understand German beyond a few common words gleaned from Rammstein songs..but the name Heidi he caught, as Simon had mentioned her as well. "Who was she?"
Dec  6 20:21:47 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) care of the assholes..".
Dec  6 20:22:50 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The laughter becomes a little harsher "Maybe its not a dream, he's still here..."
Dec  6 20:24:03 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks up. "Heidi, she was my nanny. She is really the one who raised me... My first memory of my mom is when I was eight, Heidi was sick and mom had to pick me up from school. My first memory of my dad... that was when I was like ten, the first time I went to one of their parties." He paused as he looked at the picture. "I wish Her and Cooper could have been my real parents, they loved me more than my parents." He wiped a small tear from the corner of his eye.
Dec  6 20:25:12 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: Sovereign smirks once more, "Ah, yes, i regularly take weapons tips from a made up character, it makes my assassinations so much easier to use paper clips attached to strings," He gestures to the man who growled, "Now, if you wish me to leave your own vampires alone, then you wish to call your Gangrel pack dog oof Prince, with all due respect to you ofcourse." He slides into a seat next to where he is standing and continues to watch the proceedings.
Dec  6 20:26:06 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Setting the paints down, she would carefully wrap her arms around him. She didn't want to stain his pictures, but the clothes were just painting junk. And besides, he needed a hug. Nuzzling her cheek against the top of his head, she
Dec  6 20:26:32 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: she'd ask, "Maybe dey worried about you, huh? Should call em. Or somethin.."
Dec  6 20:29:46 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy set his pictures down and clutched onto the woman crying slightly. "I just... don't want to... have to go home... I like... it out... here. I know they worry... about me though." He says inbetween small sobs and sniffles. He clings tightly to her untill he is able to fight back the tears.
Dec  6 20:31:59 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She would hold him close until he calmed down a bit. "Shh, shh...I know. We go tink about dis, okay? Maybe not so good for call dem cause da help aint meant to get calls... Less you know da number for Cooper's house? Or his address?"
Dec  6 20:32:11 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Nodding a greeting to Gareth with a grin, the elderly woman recrosses her legs. She lets her gaze wander from him to the others a moment with an ever-curious gaze.
Dec  6 20:36:07 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looked up at her. His eyes where slightly puffy, however no tears escaped. "I do know that the servants get mail, He use to get letters from people out here... Thats what made me come here, I hoped I could find his friends." He sniffled and then blushed, as the realization of the situation set in.
Dec  6 20:38:31 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She moved to sit next to him, arm still around him for the time being. "Know any names or addresses for em?" 
Dec  6 20:40:31 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I've been taking volunteers from the ranks of Neonate, and running patrols during the night. There's been a recent increase in Sabbat activity, and it is not to be taken lightly..", the Englishman admits, watching over the crowd, and perhaps, giving them a moment of appraisal, before adding, "..Six have joined. It is not enough, but I hope to see more in the future..".
Dec  6 20:41:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Within the shadows of light and darkness, a willowy and androgynous form can be seen, standing off to the side, silently observing the area barricaded by the yellow police tape, the various holes in the streets and buildings still obvious. Cerulean eyes are surveying the area with an intense gaze, both caution and frustration burning in their pale yet brilliant depths. Long, lithe are both bent at the elbows and crossed over a chest of ambiguous gender. The deft fingers of tap upon the pale flesh of
Dec  6 20:41:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: flesh of forearms at an almost frantic pace.
Dec  6 20:41:56 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He shook his head. "No... I planned that far ahead... I just kinda rushed out here." He looks down, "But I know the address where Cooper lives, but I don't want him to get in trouble. I know my parents would be mad if he found out where I was, he wouldn't tell them. I would still worry though."
Dec  6 20:43:38 :: (GC) Nemo rposed: As the report is given, the long-haired man with nosebridge sunglasses shift slightly and stretches a bit before continuing to observe the siutation.
Dec  6 20:44:36 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Prince Gabriel, you decided on domain fer the clans yet?" Bea pipes up curiously from her seat off to the side.
Dec  6 20:44:41 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She pursed her lips in thought. After a few moments she finally nodded slowly. "Well..we can tink on it. Maybe figure out one way to get in touch. Even jus' writtin' one letter pretendin to be old high school friends looking for a mutual friend out here might work. We see."
Dec  6 20:47:02 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: While the masses speak, Gabriel moves to reach under the podium and pull out a large box, he turns and extends it toward Nikita, "Go to each person in the room" that said he turned to face everyone else, "Our current situation with security has been a problem, now under normal circumstances I would not do such a thing and once everything can be resolved we can see about destroying these samples, however until that time I shall require a vial of blood from each kindred within my domain, I do apologiz
Dec  6 20:48:52 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: apologize" turning to face the Malkavian he nodded, "Actually Lady Primogen I am glad you have brought up that point, it seems with the current radiation of Santa Monica, that I may have to do something not so traditional... It would involve granting each clan a portion of a domain, so that we might split one area among two such Primogen... this could cause some conflict, but I hope we could be above that.. it also doubles our numbers and strength within that area"
Dec  6 20:52:03 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy nodded happily, "Yeah thats a good idea." He smiled and hugged the woman. "Thank you Vira... for everything." He then broke free from the embrace and ran over to his bag to grab his digital camera. "Your going in the stack with my favorite people." He held the camera up to his face and aimed it.
Dec  6 20:52:38 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Giving a shrug, Beatrice takes the needle and slowly draws the blood to fill the vial a bit indifferently.
Dec  6 20:53:25 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Silence.
Dec  6 20:54:16 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Smiling broadly for the camera, she straightened up and, paint streaked though she was, she flashed the victory sign for the picture. Showing a bit of her Japanese heritage with the goofy pose.
Dec  6 20:56:08 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy snapped the photo and held the camera out and watched as the photo showed. He spun it around to show her. "There we go." He hit the save button.
Dec  6 20:57:06 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Taking a step forward, the Englishman drops down so that he can sit upon the edge of the stage. He laces his fingers, resting them on his lap, and taking a moment to gather his thoughts, before speaking, "..Nemo Mordecai. You are a vampire. You drink blood. You fear the sun. You feed a fireplace better than any felled tree could ever do. You, my friend, are one amongst a whole /race/ of people who get a great pleasure out of stabbing each other in the back, when the chance presents itself. You do kn
Dec  6 20:57:09 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..The vial of blood has a point to it. And it wasn't a suggestion, nor was it a plea. It was an order, from the man who is kind enough to /let/ you remain in his city, without letting some asshole like me, suck the soul out through your neck. You can talk shit, and naysay, and whine all that you wish, but I won't hear of it in my presence. Or, if you'd like, we could embrace a child to take your place.".
Dec  6 20:57:32 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont from 1st) You do know this, correct?", he asks.
Dec  6 20:58:04 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: Sovereign stands, lifting to his feet, "If you will excuse me Prince, I have other matters to attend to. This has been...interesting to say the least. I hope our relations in the future can be pleasant, as my life in the public eye would not help either of our sides if something should..." He looks around at the others, primarily the Gangrel, "Go wrong."
Dec  6 20:58:55 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: The smiling became and amused grin and flashed him a shakah to show her approval. Then, going to cap all the paints, she stowed them back in the box and looked at her vcr for the time. "Fooding time." Nodding to herself at the made up word.
Dec  6 20:59:37 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: Sovereign continues, 
Dec  6 21:00:13 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "To ensure loyalty Mr.Primogen, I understand your concern, your kind and mine are perhaps the most similar in this room" The Prince said as he offered the Gangrel a sympathetic nod, "However should one be found to be a traitor, our means of locating them and other such things will be made much easier... There are many of us new to this domain, however we have already had many security breaches, and attempts on court members lives from within.." for perhaps the first time (cont)
Dec  6 21:01:02 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: Sovereign continues, "As for the rest of you, it has been a pleasure." He turns to the man sitting on the stage, "If you have anymore trouble with those packs, Give me a call, I will be more than glad to silence them for or with you."
Dec  6 21:01:20 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled and nodded "Alright." He looked down at his clothes, "Let me change back." Stripping back down to his blue boxers he slipped his clothing back on, then dug Houdini out of his bag. "Ready to go buddy?"
Dec  6 21:03:01 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: the prince showed a hint of anger, "I will not stand for such things nor allow them within my city and should I find out for certain anyone who would do such a thing I will see to it they watch the sun rise...if I am that merciful to allow them a quiet death... we will work togeather and succeed, or we will fial indavidually, that is the choice that we all must make...our kinds are the most alike here Mr.Primogen, what be your choice?" (cont)
Dec  6 21:04:28 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: It dawned on her, as she went to the bathroom to scrub the paint from her hands, that with someone else here she should probable go grocery shopping. And maybe take Simon clothes shopping as well. "Hey Simon," she'd call from the bathroom. "Should we get some boxes and tubing and stuff mebbe? Make a bigger home for Houdini?" She wouldn't forget him friend.
Dec  6 21:05:11 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: that said the Prince turned his attention toward the Assamite, "Have a good evening, and should you require anything of us, do contact me... I however do ask that you would provide me with the vial, certainly you understand this better than most, I realize it would not be wise for anything to go wrong between us and I do not wish that, but I am sure you are aware of your kinds... reputation" 
Dec  6 21:08:32 :: (GC) Althea rposed: In the midst of pacing, Althea trips and stumbles on some broken concrete. She suddenly snaps upright, looking around confusedly and chewing on a fingernail.
Dec  6 21:08:37 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: Sovereign turns, "I am Assamite, we do not give our blood freely, I mean you no disrespect and I come here tonight to offer my allegiances. I am not sure of your age, but our kind has been hunted and the Assamite in turn have hunted them, though times change, even though some do not wish to admit it. I came to introduce myself to you tonight, I am not part of your affairs and I do not plan to be unless you require an ally. If you wish to discuss business with me, we can schedule a true meeting, toni
Dec  6 21:09:20 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: (Cont.) tonight is the night for introductions, tomorrow may be the night for business." 
Dec  6 21:09:24 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth's voice rings out, answering to nothing. "@rI am many things.@D"
Dec  6 21:09:59 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy smiled. "If you want too, Houdini spends most of his time with me, but Im sure he would enjoy a new home." He pulls the small rat out of his pocket and brings him to his nose, the little rat reaching out and holding onto it.
Dec  6 21:11:14 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Coming out then, she caught sight of the rat and chuckled. "He is too cute..." Shaking herh ead fondly at the pair.
Dec  6 21:11:29 :: (GC) Nemo rposed: With Gabriel's words echoing, Nemo jabs himself with the needle, drawing a sample of blood and transferring it to the vial, closely monitoring it's progress to the box.
Dec  6 21:14:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Assamite. If you leave here tonight, without filling a vial with blood, I am afraid that there will be little place for you in this city. It is as simple as that. You are a guest here, and as I pointed out earlier, one that falls under the graces of the Prince. He has asked something of you..", Gareth states, watching the man with a level, very intent look.
Dec  6 21:14:01 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth speaks out once more, a grim tone to his voice. "@rWhy am I here? To be tortured and taught my place?@D"
Dec  6 21:14:30 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The elderly woman gives a firm nod in the direction of the prince at his words.
Dec  6 21:18:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiled at her and winked slightly. He tucked Houdini back into his pocket and stood up. "Is it ok if I just leave my bag here?"
Dec  6 21:21:08 :: (GC) Sovereign rposed: Sovereign smirks, "Words are simply that, words. Look at the Sabbat, some were once like you, where you stand. I notice by the looks I am receiving that I am not trusted, so you may give me your word., But your lackeys here is a different story. You will get my blood prince, I will allow you it, not here though. In private, in a public place, so it does not seem like I am trying to harm you, or you me."
Dec  6 21:21:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A small plastic bag is dangling from one arm of the androgynous youth, rustling softly with each tap of a nimble digit. Intense blue gaze panning the area in a calm and collected manner. A pale brow is raised slightly as the girl is spotted tripping on some debris. Face apathetic in emotion, the youth blinks slowly, a fan of dark lashes casting shadows over the round apples of pale cheeks. "Didn't you hear? There are things around that eat babies. Watch your step.", is commented in a quiet voice. Th
Dec  6 21:22:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Though soft, the silvery tone has a sharp edge to it.
Dec  6 21:25:18 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled and nodded. "Thanks for reminding me." He ran over to his to his bag and pulled out a long cord and attaches it to the wall. "Alright Im ready when you are."
Dec  6 21:26:35 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Towards the ceiling of Elysium, a split opens in the air for a moment. Less than a second even, and something falls out. That something lands right in front of the stage, on it's side, covered in black liquid, and with a shaved head. Starting on the forehead, and going back, a jet handprint has been emblazoned. The black liquid begins to steam, and then evaporate.
Dec  6 21:28:09 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Grabbing her jacket, she didn't really mind that her clothing was paint spackled. She actually thought it looked kinda trendy. Picking up her wallet and hooking the chain to her jeans as she slipped it into a pocket, she'd cross to open the door and hold it open for him.
Dec  6 21:30:43 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiles and runs out the door. "Thanks, where are we going?" He asked as we ran over to the elevator, pushing the button serveral times.
Dec  6 21:32:10 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Well," She'd ponder. "Get one lil cafe just downstairs. Should go grocery shopping later, but dat'll do for now."
Dec  6 21:33:26 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy noded. "Alrightly." The elevator dinged loudly and the two doors opened. "Elevator is here." He called back towards her holding the door open.
Dec  6 21:34:21 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Kenneth stands to his feet, dusting off the front of his suit as the shadows around him evaporate. He turns his dark eyes on those assembled, reaching up to rub his shaved head, eyes narrowing slightly.
Dec  6 21:34:38 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth stands to his feet, dusting off the front of his suit as the shadows around him evaporate. He turns his dark eyes on those assembled, reaching up to rub his shaved head, eyes narrowing slightly.
Dec  6 21:35:46 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: From the back of the room a light grumble, or was that a growl, eminates from Nikita.  "Dangerous way to enter Sheriff."
Dec  6 21:38:24 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She entered after him, prodding the down button and leaning back against the wall.
Dec  6 21:38:56 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe authoritative hispanic man looks upward, at the ceiling from which he had emerged, and narrows his eyes. "@rSeems like I gave a wrong answer or two.@D" He looks back, particularly at Nikita, somehow narrowing his dark eyes further. "@rOh, pleasant. I'm in the mood for jokes. Please, do tell more. Do you know the one about the duck and the grapes, dear Keeper?@D" His gaze is cold and defiant, mouth twitching testily.
Dec  6 21:39:44 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Golden curls fall around angelic features as the youth's head tilts to the side slightly, cold eyes watching the girl with detached interest. Platform boots thud softly as one long, precise stride is taken towards the younger figure. Another stride now, long and elegant neck tilting to the other side. Eyes blinking once, slowly, like those of a doll, the youth's gaze never leaves the girl's form. At the same time, that angelic visage is motionless, seeming more of a mask than a face.
Dec  6 21:41:30 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy runs into the small restaurant and claims a seat near the back. "Lets sit here!" He calls out waving at Vira. HIs other hand petting the little rat in his pocket nibbling lightly at his finger.
Dec  6 21:45:12 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She'd follow after him, feeling very much like an older sister...which suited her just fine. She'd have to make a point of talking to him later about a cover story for them. Sliding into a seat at the table he'd pick, she looked about to see if there were menus already present. "Not a=one bad lookin place. Wonder how da food is."
Dec  6 21:45:49 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth shakes his head, stepping off the stage, his hand moving to rub at the shaved skin now dominating his head. "@rI suppose I should wear it proudly.@D" He walks towards Nikita, eyeing her incredulously. "@rAre you giving /me/ lip, keeper? I've got /no/ fucking patience right now. Zero. I'm borderline fucking insane and I need to feed.@D"
Dec  6 21:46:20 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A void opens in the sky. You feel as if you are being sucked downward, pulled through the liquid comfort of your latest resting place. You feel panicked for a moment. You don't want to leave it behind. You don't want to lose it. A brief sensation of falling, before you smack into the ground, hitting the sidewalk, and covered in black, steaming liquid. Your head is bald. Flawlessly so, and a black handprint has been burned into the top of it.
Dec  6 21:50:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The expression on the youth's face approaches the cusp of vapid, lithe limbs slowly coming uncrossed from her, or his, androgynous chest, long fingers slowly flexing and clenching in the air, knuckles cracking slightly. Another slow, precise step is taken towards the girl, the youth's eyes now unblinking and petal-pink lips casually beginning to curl into a dark grin. The same darkness glints in the depths of the unflinching cerulean gaze.
Dec  6 21:51:30 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled and shruged. "I sure hope so." He giggled and grabbed for one of the menus, pulling it open and looking over it. "Humm It looks like truck stop food." He laughs a little.
Dec  6 21:53:14 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Neva really seen one before I came here. No need back home. Can drive da island in one hour an a half." Picking up another menu, she noticed typical fast food offers..but a few other dishes that sounded a bit more sit-down-resturanty.
Dec  6 21:55:06 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth turns, attitude still in his features, and he almost addresses the Prince in this manner. He steadies himself, swaying, and places a hand on a vacated chair to gain his balance. "@rI'm not sure what happened. I know I don't want to be here. I need to leave.@D" With that he turns towards the exit, preparing to leave on a fairly vague and mysterious note.
Dec  6 21:55:18 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiles, "Yeah, Atlanta is one of the shipping capitols of the world. They have alot of truck stops there. They generly have pretty good food." He sets the menu down and learns forward on the table looking over it some more.
Dec  6 21:57:37 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Lifts her brows a moment in question, then thinks it over and nods. "Yeah, guess it would be. Key location an lotsa important places an stuff. I should road trip across da US one day."
Dec  6 21:58:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The expression on the youth's face approaches the cusp of vapid, lithe limbs slowly coming uncrossed from her, or his, androgynous chest, long fingers slowly flexing and clenching in the air, knuckles cracking slightly. Another slow, precise step is taken towards the girl, the youth's eyes now unblinking and petal-pink lips casually beginning to curl into a dark grin. The same darkness glints in the depths of the unflinching cerulean gaze.
Dec  6 21:58:58 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiles and shakes his head. "No... there isn't all that much to see..." He pauses agian. "Well I have never been to New York, that could be a fun place. Theres not alot to see in the south." He smiles, his voice only slightly accented with the southern twang.
Dec  6 21:59:24 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Tilting her head, she nods at the Sheriff and then says, "By the Prince's leave."
Dec  6 22:02:59 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Laughing, she set the menu down...having decided on what her meal would be. "Well, I from one island paradise. I biased, I guess. For pretty, I go home. New York is one must see though. We go, sometime."
Dec  6 22:05:45 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy smiled up at her. "Yeah that would be fun." He folds up his menu. "I know what I want. Im going to get an ommlet."
Dec  6 22:07:21 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Looks at him and smirks, lifting one hand to point at him. "You know what I need to do? I need to make you one homestyle breakfast one day. After I find one Asian food store."
Dec  6 22:09:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The almost serene look on the youth's face suddenly changes, yet no features move or even twitch. A darkness is there now, almost predatory motions flowing through the willowy form as the youth bends at the waist, long arms moving downwards so that pale hand can rest upon slender thighs. Softly, words begin to flow. A velvety smoothness flows through the words, smoothing th choppy nature of them. "Let's play, a game. And YOU. Are going to help, me." With that, one hand rises, arm moving upwards with
Dec  6 22:09:28 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A look of confusion covers his face. "Homestyle, and Asian food... To me Homestyle is gravy and biscuits, and eggs..." He looks over at the menu. "But don't ever get that here, only people down south know how to make gravy and biscuits." He giggled slightly.
Dec  6 22:09:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: with an outstretched index finger, which comes to rest about an inch before the girl's nose.
Dec  6 22:12:36 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Wrinkles up her nose playfully before setting her hands down on the table, trying to emphasize her point as she says, "Nah...back home...more like t'ree eggs, two scoop white rice, toast, bacon, portugese sausage and hash brown. Or one ting called Loco Moco..which is white rice with couple eggs on em and some hamburger with onions and gravy."
Dec  6 22:15:20 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled and leaned back. "That sounds.. differn't, but I like rice so Im sure I would like it." He pets the little rat in his pocket.
Dec  6 22:16:14 :: (GC) Cheezie forced Kenneth to save
Dec  6 22:16:55 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: A waitress came over shortly to take their order. Vira ordered steak and mashed potatoes with gravy and a glass of sprite then looked over to Simon to let him tell the woman what kinda omlette he wanted.
Dec  6 22:18:17 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "I want an Ommlette with the works, everything you got." He smiled. "Oh and a sprite too."
Dec  6 22:20:26 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She smiled at him and went left to send in their order. Once she was gone, Vira would fidget a bit til she was comfortable and lean forward slightly to ask, "How's Houdini doing?"
Dec  6 22:24:01 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiles and pets him. "He is doing fine. I think he is still full from the fries, I have never seen him eat two before." He giggles a little as Houdini nibbles and licks on the end of his finger lovingly.
Dec  6 22:25:14 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Chuckles and smiles at them. "He's one growing boy..needs his strength! He can have some mashed potato if he gets hungry while we eat."
Dec  6 22:25:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The strange grin spreads a bit, no long just tugging at the youth's mouth. Rather, the small show of dark emotion seems to dance upon the almost feminine lips before vanishing into the dark of night. Never wavering in his position, as the voice is masculine in timbre, the youth continues to speak, as though looking through the girl, not at her. "Different game. Simple rules. I'll start", is stated in a monotonous rhythm, quietly confident in its tone. "You talk, to me. I don't hurt, someone else." T
Dec  6 22:26:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: That unwavering gaze shifts for a moment, eyeing a handsome young man walking along. "He's pretty. I wonder what, he, looks like, dead." Eyes slide once more to the girl, eerie smile growing once more.
Dec  6 22:27:15 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiles at her. "Thanks." He smiles at her then looks around the room, his long currly hair swinging around him.
Dec  6 22:29:49 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "So how you went get so far west anyway?" The question had been on her mind and now seemed a good enough time to ask.
Dec  6 22:31:48 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiled a mischivious grin at her. "I tricked the people on the plane into thinking that my Aunt would pick me up when I got here." He giggled at this. "I some of the money I had saved to buy a plane ticket."
Dec  6 22:32:41 :: (GC) Althea rposed: A concerned look sweeps across her brow, her nose wrinkling a little at the thought of enticing this slip of a kid implicating her in a murder. Rolling her eyes - and secretly hoping that the kid didn't notice - she mutters, "Fine. What do you want from me?"
Dec  6 22:33:43 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She stared at him for a moment before laughing loudly. Quickly realizing her decibal, she clapped a hand over her mouth til her laughter had subsided into little giggles. "A..Auwe! Das good...didn't know dey really fell for dat. Good job!"
Dec  6 22:35:51 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy smiled slightly, "Yeah, It was pretty easy. I don't think they really cared all that much anyway."
Dec  6 22:40:23 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy shurgs. "Yeah your right, If they haddn't let me, I would be in a military school right now. And I never would have met you." He blushed slightly at this last remark and looked down towards his feet. He tapped the toes of his chucks together.
Dec  6 22:42:52 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "And dat woulda been somethin to regret." She sounded perfectly serious as well. It wasn't much longer before their food arrived, especially since she had ordered her steak medium rare. The waitress seemed a pleasant enough type, giving them another smile and a few kind words as the set their food down. But she didn't linger.
Dec  6 22:44:09 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..You are a queen, no matter where it is that you walk, for it is the blood that does as much. You have no choice. Your line is filled with Kings, and with Queens. And yet, you parade around as a peasant, and among them. It is a disgrace..", whispers the voice.
Dec  6 22:44:19 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Excited about the food arriving, he went quickly for his silverware. He placed his napkin in his lap and looked back and forth across his Ommlette trying to decide where to start.
Dec  6 22:45:39 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She would pick up the steak knife, spinning it deftly across the fingers of her right hand as she reached over to grab some steak sauce. Then, picking up her fork, she began to cut the meat into little squares. As before, she was meticulous with her eating.
Dec  6 22:45:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Better." The velvety purr of the voice can be discerned more clearly when only one word is spoken. The plastic bag, hanging within the crook of one elbow, is slid down into a nimble hand with one fluid movement, one handle easily caught by long fingers while the other sags, allowing the bag to sag open slightly. Finally, the finger pointed at the girl's face is removed, entire arm recoiling towards the youth's form with the same liquid grace. Pale hand dipping into the plastic confines, there's a s
Dec  6 22:46:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: a soft rustling sound before a comic book is produced. "What do, you know about, these?", is queried, soft voice now hold a demanding undertone to it.
Dec  6 22:47:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..You own /everything/, just as each brother and sister of the Lasombra do..". This is spoken, and as it is, a severe burning sensation is felt along the length of the top of your head. It's crippling, almost.
Dec  6 22:47:24 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy eyed his meal carefully before spinning his plate around and starting on what was the far end. As he cut it open, its insides where reveled. They truely had stuffed everything save the kitchen sink into his ommlette.
Dec  6 22:49:12 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Eyes widened in surprise at how well the kitchen staff here listened. Lifting one hand up infront of her mouth, as she wasn't quite done chewing yet, she'd comment, "I wonder what dat ting weighs...wow.."
Dec  6 22:50:11 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy grined. "I don't know, but they did a great job." He reaches over for a bottle of hot sause, sprinking it atop the Ommlette.
Dec  6 22:50:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A concerned look sweeps across Althea's brow, her nose wrinkling a little at the thought of enticing this slip of a kid implicating her in a murder. Rolling her eyes - and secretly hoping that the kid didn't notice - she mutters, "Fine. What do you want from me?"
Dec  6 22:50:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Better." The velvety purr of the voice can be discerned more clearly when only one word is spoken. The plastic bag, hanging within the crook of one elbow, is slid down into a nimble hand with one fluid movement, one handle easily caught by long fingers while the other sags, allowing the bag to sag open slightly. Finally, the finger pointed at the girl's face is removed, entire arm recoiling towards the youth's form with the same liquid grace.
Dec  6 22:51:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Pale hand dipping into the plastic confines, there's a soft rustling sound before a comic book is produced. "What do, you know about, these?", is queried, soft voice now hold a demanding undertone to it.
Dec  6 22:53:18 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Pelliden, presumably having finished a long, tiring shift at work, sits down at the bar, but doesn't drink readily, playing with the ice-cubes in his glass of water by means of the straw. His voice can be heard just above the music, singing along rather well, if distinctly.
Dec  6 22:53:27 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: You feel yourself being pulled. Sucked down, and out of the warm, loving embrace of the Shadows that swell about you. You feel scared. Panicked. Desperate. You don't wish to leave them. You don't wish to leave their comfort. The pressure gives, and there is a brief falling sensation before you hit hard, landing upon the sidewalk of North 3rd Street. You have no hair. Flawlessly none. And your head aches a bit, in the shape of a handprint. Indeed, there is a black handprint there.
Dec  6 22:56:21 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looked up agian, a slightly agitated look coming over his face. He takes a bite of his ommelette and mutters something under his breath.
Dec  6 22:56:23 :: (GC) Lisa rposed: A dark green mini cooper motors its way through the street, its driver looking quite frazzled and nerve wracked. Her braid has come loose and small wisps of strawberry blonde hair float in the air around her. Though the seatbelt is fastened, the woman is leaned far forward over the steering wheel, as though looking for something above her on the road.
Dec  6 23:08:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes close slowly, and the delicate yet defined line of the youth's jaw is visibly clenched. Golden curls fall about the angelic features of the androgynous visage, obscuring round cheeks but allowing a clear view of full lips. "My sanity.", is stated in a quiet voice, tone soft and velvety, yet laced with venom. Eyelids open slowly, still hooding the pale depths of the youth's brilliant gaze as long lashes cast curled shadows.
Dec  6 23:09:11 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Slightly hurt by this display of attraction, The young boy leaned forward and took another bite of ommlette. His other hand busy stroking the little fur balls belly.
Dec  6 23:10:37 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: A glistening black hummer rolls up with jet-black tinted windows and passes by. Several minutes later it comes by again. And then again a third time seemingly cruising the burbank area.
Dec  6 23:12:27 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: There's a part of the song that consists of wailing, the only syllable being 'oh,' drug out to different lengths and pitches, according to the melody of the song. He gives a roguish wink to the barkeep, who, somehow expecting his antics, busts out laughing at this part of the song. Revealing the reason why, he turns around, giving the tune full belt, with his straw to approximate a microphone. However, seeing Vira and Na, Simon, he stops in mid 'woah', at which the barman practically dies.
Dec  6 23:12:51 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Narrowed dark eyes examine the youth in front of her. A visible shadow of annoyance flitters across her face, then disappears as she tries to appear helpful. She licks her full lips, trying to think of a reply. "Your... sanity?" she says, aware of the inanity of the repetition. "Have you read it? Maybe there's something in there, or something..." she trails off, unsure of her words.
Dec  6 23:16:59 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Looking curiously at the barkeep, it lasts only a moment as Pell was Vira's main focus. Her eyes drifted back to him just in time to watch him begin his performance. As he abruptly stops, her electric eyes would flash with mirth and a devilish little smirk curved her lips. Up nodding to Pell now, she lifted her right hand, knife still folded back and held in place by her last two fingers, and shot off a salute to him.
Dec  6 23:18:57 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy doesn't seem to be doing much more than slowly eating on his Ommelette. Then almost as if sensing his inner termoil, Houdini scampered up his arm.
Dec  6 23:27:46 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The rear window of the hummer rolling down with a mechanical swish a voice from within the back-seat calls out in a muffled tone "Want to party?" (1 success performance for a disguised voice)
Dec  6 23:28:15 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Noting the look that pervades with the kid while he is in Simon's presence, he treads carefully while trying to save face after his little embarassment. "Wo-ah, evenin' y'two. Nae whit's'it you're doin' in me kitchen?"
Dec  6 23:32:39 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Well, I _was_ enjoyin live music..but went stop for some reason." she affected an innocent and confused look...as though she had no idea why... "Ya kitchen, eh? Startin for tink you followin me, Pell.."
Dec  6 23:34:29 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The small rodent down sat on the back of the young boys neck, cleaning its self, well hidden behind his curtain of hair. Simon pushed away his plate and stared at the wall.
Dec  6 23:36:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Something that, doesn't concern you in, the end.", is stated in a cold tone, ringlets of golden hair still casting strange shadows upon pale skin. "Be glad of that, really.", is added, voice deceptively soft for the cruel undertones that lace each word that slides off that stiff yet velvety tongue. The hand holding the book is retracted slightly, the book still being grasped very lightly and with surprising care for the disdain it seems to bring out of its owner. The youth's free hand hangs lightly
Dec  6 23:36:14 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The male voice in the vehicle snaps "Get in." and a hundred dollar bill is waved out the window.
Dec  6 23:36:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: lightly by his side, fingers tapping against his thigh in a repetitive manner. Despite the dark smile still upon his lips, the youth's face holds a blase expression, as though his face is nothing but a painted mask. Cerulean eyes studying the girl now, seemingly for the first time.
Dec  6 23:40:18 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: The man in the car starts honking the car horn abnoxiously, a blaring air-horn. "There is an extra hundred in it if you hurry the fuck up." he calls waving another hundred dollar bill, as he does this the shadow in which the man is sitting shifts, a little tendril poking out the window obtrusively.
Dec  6 23:45:38 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Sitting in the darkened back-seat the large bald-headed russian presses a button and the thick balistics grade black-tinted window rolls back up. "Its mine. New toy to replace the Lincoln." he sighs a little running a hand over the bald expanse of his head, his shadows twitching iritatedly.
Dec  6 23:46:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A pale brow is raise slightly in a questioning manner as the hand clutching the book is pulled fully against his torso, lowering slightly so that the book can be tucked safely into the plastic bag once more. Fingers stop drumming against the youth's thigh so that his arm can once more bend at the elbow and secure the bag's handles once more. "They look like they want to die.", is commented casually, in a conversational tone as he performs these actions, head nodding in the direction of a couple roma
Dec  6 23:46:51 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: romancing each other. "Would you like to watch that?"
Dec  6 23:51:59 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "What's to stop me from just walking away?" Her gaze hardens as her brows knit even closer together. She digs her nails into her palms to keep her rage in check. The kid is weird but seems very sincere in its desire to savage random bystanders. "What do you want me to do? What do you want from me?" she asks, a note of desperation in her voice. She chews her lips, wondering if someone is going to die on this corner.
Dec  6 23:56:03 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy shook his head then sat up right. "Nothing, Im fine..." He grab his plate and started eating agian.
Dec  7 00:03:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Shrugging his proportionateley broad shoulders, the youth give an almost innocent look to the girl, his angelic countenance serving a sharp contrast to the darkness of the vague smile gracing his full lips. A soft sound akin to a chuckle escapes his throat, brow furrowing slightly and eyes becoming glassy-hard in a vague mimicry of that girl's expression, lips uncurling from their grin and silently mouthing her words in a mocking manner.
Dec  7 00:03:40 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: holds the door for coco as he leads the way into the expanse of the loby, the metal detectors going off as he steps through though the security personel at the desk make no gesture to impede his movement.
Dec  7 00:09:29 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Stepping into the elevator Kostya waits for the doors to close before he steps up to an optical sensor and allows it to scan his eye, at the same time he presses his thumb to a small pad on the wall and says "Zakhar Sergei" immediately the elevator lifts into motion and an electronic female voice says "Please insert key." To which he takes a large iron key from around his neck and places it into a hole by the floor number, turning it. Shortly after the doors open.
Dec  7 00:11:39 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Her eyes dart around the area, anywhere but the youth's face.
Dec  7 00:13:27 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy watches the man leave. He takes another bite from his ommelette, then pulls a small chunk of ham from it. He reaches behind him and offers it to the small rat on his neck, who gladly accepts.
Dec  7 00:14:59 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She wasn't really hungry anymore...well, she was but she rather had her mind on a different type of prey. All the same, she finished off her food, leaving a bit of potato incase Houdini wanted any, and set the knife and fork down, reaching for her drink after.
Dec  7 00:16:30 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: flops back upon the bed stretching out "Not so much anymore." he grumbles "Perhaps soon I tell you why I am Kostya now. But the sun will rise soon, and I am so tired." he says in crisp russian tinted english, not bothering to remove the tailored suit he wears.
Dec  7 00:16:44 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy lowered his head slightly, feeling ashamed of his actions. "Im sorry Vira... I shouldn't have acted that way..." His voice was dull and slightly monotoned as he spoke. Houdini began nibbling and pulling at his hair.
Dec  7 00:20:03 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She tsked softly and leaned forward, reaching out to tip his chin up so he would look at her. "I not mad at you, Simon..so no need say you sorry, okay?" Lifting her brows slightly to emphasize the question, her features were soft and kind..showing that she genuinely wasn't angry.
Dec  7 00:23:45 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The little nod merely nodded. He sniffled slightly holding back his emotions as he always did. "Alright Vira..." His voice was still saddened, and he leaned back in his seat toying slightly with his food now.
Dec  7 00:23:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Speak your, mind. I, hear it's good, for you.", is commented in a mockingly sympathetic tone, a boot-clad foot taking a casual step forward, with extra weight placed into the stride, allowing the boot to land harder than usual. "What, do you, want to do? Tell me..." The arm not holding the plastic bag is extended towards the girl once more, all fingers curled unto his palm except one. Waving the index finger in a 'come hither' motion towards her, he leans his head forward, tilting it towards the si
Dec  7 00:24:06 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: side. "Tell me."
Dec  7 00:26:07 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She huffed out a breath, fluffing her bangs as she did so. "Ey, like go back upstairs? I think I bored down here a'ready.." Playing it off as a short attention span, she would cast an uninterested eye around the resturant.
Dec  7 00:28:38 :: (GC) Althea rposed: She shrugs. "I just don't understand you. If you need help, I don't know what I can do for you. And I don't see how killing random people is going to help you get your way." She shifts her weight from foot to foot, becoming somewhat anxious. One hand twirls one of her snakebite piercings while the other trembles slightly, still in her pocket.
Dec  7 00:29:43 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He looks up and nods. "Alright, if you want to." he slips his legs off the seat and hop down. Standing beside the table he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few waded up ones. "There we go, I will get the Tip this time." He smiled at her, Houdini still on his neck.
Dec  7 00:29:57 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: Pushing through the doors of the Daily Grill Restaurant, a tousle-haired American ruffian walks in, followed along by a group of friends. His laptop, as always is, is tucked under his arm, and something slender, rolled, and twisted at the ends, rides behind his ear. The rest of his friends push ahead, going up to be seated, though he remains behind, eyeballing the menu and counting something off, on his fingers.
Dec  7 00:33:41 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: As she stands, she sees someone she rather remembers. Going towards the front to pay, she would..assuming he didn't notice her first..take a quick detour to snatch the rolled object from behind Max's ear.
Dec  7 00:36:26 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy watches her and giggles slightly as she watches her snatch the object. He notices the man holding the laptop, and realises how naked he feels without his own.
Dec  7 00:38:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The hand extended towards the girl is waved in a dismissive manner before dropping casually back down to the youth's side. His cerulean eyes hold an bored expression now, and he takes a swift step back, the well-polished leather of his boots creaking softly from the movement. "Go.", is stated in a detached voice, tone holding both velvet and ice in a single word. Another casual step is taken, lips pursed in a straight line, all traces of his dark smile having vanished into the night. "Go feed.", is 
Dec  7 00:39:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: is added, tone still passive and droll. Tilting his head back, the golden curls fall away from his angelic features, revealing an expression so detached it's almost vapid. Yet, it would seem that none of his features actually shifted.
Dec  7 00:39:32 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Holy fucking weed-napped..!", Maxwell exclaims, starting to growl out, "..Get your meatbeaters off of m--..", before turning about and finding the female from the night before, "..Oh, fuck. It's you. Are you stalking me? Because that would be super..", he admits, looking from the woman, to his joint that she pilfered. His eyes, usually so emerald and inviting, have a nice, relaxed tone to them now, and are, admittedly, a bit bloodshot.
Dec  7 00:41:36 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Sorry I couldn't be of more help," she says, nodding slightly. "If I find out anything, I'll let you know if I see you around. A library or an occult bookstore might be more helpful than me." She gives a sigh of relief, then turns and walks away, trying to keep a slow, steady pace instead of breaking into a run.
Dec  7 00:43:11 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Laughing softly, she pays the bill. Hand with the joint behind her back, spinning across her fingers as if teasing him with her possession of it. Once that was done and she'd gotten her change, she turned back to him and grinned. "Dunno if I like stalk you, yeah? You kinda ran out on me..."
Dec  7 00:45:20 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looked up at the man, slightly lost at the sight of him. "Vira, wait for me." He approached her and stood beside her, His rat running down his sleave and into his hoodie pocket.
Dec  7 00:47:19 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her free arm would go around Simon's shoulder...careful of Houdini as she didn't see if he'd run back yet or not.
Dec  7 00:47:34 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Hah! You can't blame me, can you? You don't have werewolf problems. So you have no clue..", Max admits, smirking at Viranka, and just shaking his head. He hefts his laptop up a bit, before looking over to Simon, "..Cute kid. Never told me you had one. How old are you, anyway?", he asks, reaching out and ruffling Simon's hair, which gives the child roughly the same hairstyle as himself.
Dec  7 00:50:18 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy blinked slightly confused. "Were, Wolf." He says slightly under his breath, confused look on his face. "You must really be into your MMO's mister." He smiles and looks closer at the laptop. "What kind is it?" He starts to peer at it from all sides.
Dec  7 00:52:05 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Wrinkles up her nose at the ages question. "Not old enough to be one mom. Well...you know. Dis my friend's kid. I stay lookin after him for awhile." She had to resist the urge to laugh at Simon's MMO comment.
Dec  7 00:54:01 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..MMOs? Kid. You have no clue. One day, you're going to see one, and let me tell you, it's going to fuck. your. shit. up. It always does. But hey, don't shoot the messenger. Shoot the raging, horny, nine-foot tall werebeast. That's what I always say..", Maxwell, does, indeed say. He arches a brow at Viranka, peering, or attempting to peer, around her back, "..What did you do with my bud, anyway?".
Dec  7 00:56:31 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Shaking her head in amusement..she figured that most people would just take him for a crazy stoner anyway. She would fidget a bit so he couldn't look behind her. Flicking her fingers behind her back, she sent the joint up and over her shoulder even as she brought her hand around to catch it and once more present it to him.
Dec  7 00:57:25 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Blinking the young boy turns to Vira. "Vira... Whats he talking about?" He looks at him with a sideways glace. "Mister... Arn't drugs bad?" He smiled slightly as Houdini began to make laps around his neck and arms.
Dec  7 01:00:08 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..You bet they are. I better not ever catch you doing them, either. God kills little kids, when you use marijuana, eh?". With that, Max's attention is turned from the innocence of the child, and back to Viranka, "..You sassy bitch. Those dexterious hands better do more than flip joints..", he admits, taking the illegal narcotic away from her, and tucking it behind his ear again. Perhaps his language isn't the best for a kid to be around.
Dec  7 01:02:49 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Snickering, she winked at Max before remembering something suddenly. Turning, she'd crouch down and look at Simon. "Do me one favor, okay? Try go up to the apartment. I be up in a sec." She would offer Simon her key, hoping he would.
Dec  7 01:04:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Blinking slightly he nodded. "Alright... but don't take too long." He turned and walked out of the small hotel dinner and headed for the elevator.
Dec  7 01:05:46 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Once Simon was gone, she'd beckon Max closer. "So where did you really run off to?"
Dec  7 01:07:15 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Cute kid. I'm never fucking having one, but I like scaring the shit out of those I find..", Max admits, reaching up a hand to shift the strap of his backpack a bit, so that it's not quite so tight over his chest, "..I figured you more for a party monster, not a baby sitter..". Once she beckons and asks though, he feels obliged to answer, using one of his secret grins, "..I had a Cora--uh. A were-bird to catch. You know the drill. Me and my crazy life that I make up..".
Dec  7 01:09:34 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She pouted at him and moved suddenly closer, pressing right up against him and reaching around to give his ass a pinch. "And what did you do with your new pet songbird?"
Dec  7 01:13:10 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Hah! Those things are just a pair of big, googly eyes, on a pair of wings. Besides..", Maxwell admits, pressing himself up against Viranka, and not seeming half as shy as the night before, "..I save all of my depravities for nice, normal women. The kind that are only interested in my head, in the good sort of way..". He nips at her, just a bit.
Dec  7 01:17:11 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She had wanted to ask him something...but after the previous night was interupted...well, she was easily distracted. "Mmm...so no need to be jealous then?" Poking at his chest and the writing on his shirt. Her hand moved up to his waist and she tilted her head curiously at him.
Dec  7 01:24:37 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Nips at Maxwell's neck then circles the spot teasingly with her tongue even as she moves closer to rub her form against his. "Oh, you mean like gettin with cat girls who try for eat you?"
Dec  7 01:29:48 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Canting her head to indicate the people he walked in with. "And dem? More monster hunters?" She maintained her amused air...as though it were all a grand joke that she was playing along with, perhaps for sexual reasons.
Dec  7 01:36:00 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Not enough personal time, eh?" Her expression was mournful...and it lasted all of two seconds before she leaned in nip lightly at his lower lip. fingers of one hand linked through the belt loop of his pants while the other moved to better pursuits in similar area.
Dec  7 01:49:18 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A young boy around the age of tweleve wanders down the dark street, he wears a black backpack, white cords running from it to his ears. Only one of the ear buds are stuffed in his ear, techno music thumping from the other one. He seems slightly lost as he wanders out the city. Perched on his shoulder is a small black and white rat, it nibbles at his ear and the hair around it.
Dec  7 02:03:45 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy sighs slightly. "Will I never stop hearing that." He mutters under his breath. However then he looks up at the giant of a man. "Umm... I just... was out for a walk." He speaks slightly nervous. He held onto the straps on his backpack and looked over to the small rat on his right.
Dec  7 02:03:49 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Having gotten in easily enough, she snickered at the room, noting the picture and shaking her head. Grabbing Maxwell by the waist, she abruptly pulled him close and kissed him fiercely, deeply.
Dec  7 02:14:23 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There is a constant loud thundering noise comming from the east, as it comes closer it obvious to everyone that there is more then one motorcycle comming. 6 in total are now visable as the riders look like a biker gang, two of them ride side by side as they all are shouting and hollering like idiots. Carl pulls towards a farrarri and starts to use the wanking motion. "You need a bigger dick dont ya you fucken Italian Car driving mother fucker.." He laughs as he pulls out a ciggar and lights it, and 
Dec  7 02:14:59 :: (GC) Carl rposed: and slaps the farrarri. "Whatcha gonna do business man
Dec  7 02:16:30 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: Maxwell's calves touch against the edge of the bed, where he stops moving back, biting down on Viranka's neck while she loosens his pants, allowing them to fall around his ankles. He grinds his teeth a bit, before letting go and pulling her halter-top up and over her head, tossing it across the room and forgetting about it, largely due in part to the spectacular feast laid out before him, which his emerald sights greedily take in.
Dec  7 02:20:41 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy turns, the men driving down the road seem to correspond with the mans warning of danger on the streets. "Well... That couldn't have happened at a better time..." He said sarcastically, as his little rat scurried down his arm and into his hoodie pocket, its little head poking out slightly.
Dec  7 02:31:21 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy steps back, unsure of what to say to the man. His hands stayed tucked into his hoodie pocket, gently petting the little ball of fun inside. He said nothing only shook his head. His feet began to pidgeon toe the more nervous he grew.
Dec  7 02:33:26 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: The heat and passion of Maxwell's movements are more than obvious, even more so below his waist, where things are starting to get a bit more eager. Viranka's nipple is clasped between his teeth for a moment, rolled there, and then released, before he begins to kiss his way up and back to the soft flesh of her throat, nipping and biting at it, and allowing his hand to slide around and tangle in her hair, using this to pull her head back, and putting himself in a more dominant position.
Dec  7 02:37:27 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: When one spends so much time being hard and protective, sometimes it's nice to submit. His dominance further arouses her and she gives a soft and linger moan to emphasize this. However, as he grabs her, she grabs him....if quite a bit lower...showing him that her dextrous hands could indeed be put to better use than little parlour tricks.
Dec  7 02:40:05 :: (GC) Carl rposed: disgust as his friends laugh along with Carl. "You guys are fucken... Lunatics."
Dec  7 02:45:20 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Feelings of fear and confusion quickly mingling into one. Slightly shaking he points down the road. "There are some apartments down there... I live there." He shakes away the feelings of fear and confusion as best he can. Then quickly checks for the location of Houdini.
Dec  7 02:55:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy nods and walks towards the Irish man, grabbing for the rat running circles around his neck. "Houdini calm down." However he was unable to get ahold of the nimble little creature.
Dec  7 03:04:36 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Ushering him into the car, Pelliden gets in the drivers side and starts it, then drives down the road toward the apartment complex. He flicks out his cellphone. "Oi, Vir'er?"
Dec  7 03:09:30 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy just blinks and watches him. His hands tucked into his hoodie pockets. "Yeah..."
Dec  7 03:11:16 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "When I left I locked the door then brought the key with me..." He puased thinking for a second. "I hope Vira had another key."
Dec  7 03:12:02 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy nods.
Dec  7 03:13:41 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods and climbs out of the car. "Thanks for the ride... and Im sorry about how I acted earlier." He turns and makes his way to the apartment building.
Dec  7 03:15:37 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy calls out as he enters the apartment. "Vira! Im back!" He looks around and doesn't see her. He tosses his bag on the floor.
Dec  7 03:19:01 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Hey eyes widen in surprise but she spins with the rough motion so as to land with a bit of grace. Catching on immediately, she would curve her back into a nice arc, presenting herself to him once more.
Dec  7 03:24:24 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: Flesh against flesh, Max pushes into Viranka from behind, allowing a sweet sigh to slip past his full lips, in lieu of the violation. She rocks forth, hard, under his not-so-gentle assault, and she feels a hand as it leaves her hip, curling into her multi-coloured hair, and pulling back on it, if just to add more to that feeling of a lack of control.
Dec  7 03:37:01 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Almost no sounds come from her now save for sharp gasps as he drives into her. The severe angle that he keeps her head at making anything more articulate impossible. The mixture of sensations, however, drive her wild. Losing herself in them, her inner walls begin to tense up around him.
Dec  7 08:09:54 :: (GC) Allen rposed: Wandering down the street with a slow pace, the hispanic man clad in his business suit stops outside the hotel, dark eyes peering up at it in mild interest before his vision turns to look at various passerbys.
Dec  7 09:03:50 :: (GC) Allen rposed: "I was released from my sire, I can go as I please... and I came home." The young hispanic says calmly, as if the response were natural.
Dec  7 11:11:20 :: (GC) Siol forced Coco to save
Dec  7 11:51:23 :: (GC) Carl rposed: mimicks her shaking and laughs as he shakes his head at her. "Comeon tough girl you can fucken do it.." He looks to his boys then in a flash, just like that, he appears across the room right infront of the woman then punshes her at the same time, then another, it seems like the punches are comming from everywhere, and then a hand over her mouth. Carl laughs harder and harder as his boys reach crystal and pound on her more. "Your fucken perfect for him and your going to play fucken nice.." He starts 
Dec  7 11:52:05 :: (GC) Carl rposed: He starts to wheel Crystal out of the room as he grins with pride, covering her mouth. "ohh and did i fucken say your gonna be able to walk soon
Dec  7 12:01:48 :: (GC) Crystal rposed: is given.  Her hands try to protect herself from further pummeling.
Dec  7 12:08:17 :: (GC) Coco rposed: In a dim corner, a woman, fairly oddly dressed for the type of establishment she is in, sits at a table for two. The soft light of the room allows one to see that she is wearing a velour sweatsuit, light gray, and a baseball cap pulled down low over her large stylish sunglasses. She seems to be nursing a martini, embellished with two olives that have been staked through their tiny pimento hearts with a wooden toothpick.
Dec  7 12:15:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Boots thud softly on the floor, well-polished leather creaking with each long stride taken by the willowy youth wearing them. Cerulean eyes scan the room with caution, gaze steadily locking upon the young woman wearing sunglasses. A few easy steps close the distance thanks to the youth's long legs. Without asking or saying a word, the chair opposite the martini-nursing figure is pulled out, the youth settling neatly upon the seat, legs crossed at the knees and hands resting neatly upon a thigh. Soon
Dec  7 12:15:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Soon, long fingers begin to slowly and softly tap and random intervals. 
Dec  7 12:19:00 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The woman looks up as the youth takes its seat, and she nods, politely and reverently as she catches the cerulean eyes. She crosses her own legs at the knee, twisting slightly to the side in her chair, giving the others around them the impression of informal acquaintances. Slowly the martini is brought to the woman's lips and a small sip is taken.
Dec  7 12:27:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The nod is politely, though stiffly, returned in the same casual manner, though there's no readable expression upon the youth's angelic features. Rather, it's almost as though a porcelain mask has been placed over it. Petal-pink lips part softly as the youth says, "Hello.", in a quiet voice, the tone soft, and silky, feminine in it's timbre. "I haven't seen you about. If I might ask, where have you been off to?" As the question is posed, pale hands lift from their place upon the youth's thigh, movin
Dec  7 12:30:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: moving froward towards the table.
Dec  7 12:31:16 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Carl is sitting Next to a sobbing woman in a wheelchair, who has and continues to be shackled by the neck. he place is druming out 70's music as every male seems happy and jovial, the woman though is not in that mood as she is shackled to a post
Dec  7 12:44:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A pale eyebrow is raised slightly, a slight smile tugging at the corners of her lips as once more nods to the woman. "Interesting.", is stated in a calm tone, eyes studying the mark with intense interest. "Very interesting.", is added as her hands come to rest casually on the table. Nimble digits wrap around the various pieces of cutlery and begin to move them slightly. "There is something that comes to mind when I see that mark." Another pause as the youth's gaze is turned towards the top of the ta
Dec  7 12:44:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: table, looking at the silverware. Blinking once, she begins to move it some more, adjusting the alignment of the various items. "Have you ever heard of the Black Hand?", is asked in a quiet voice and gentle tone.
Dec  7 13:07:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Offering another polite nod to her companion, the youth says in conversational tone, "I believe I have a book or two you can look at. It might benefit everyone involved really." Cerulean eyes now remain fixed on the figure in front of her, gaze holding a great sense of interests and child-like fascination in the pale yet brilliant depths. At the same time, her hands continue to push the silverware around, constantly comparing their length and distance from each other. "Though, there's a few things m
Dec  7 13:08:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: hings more important to consider. Have you head about the bodies hung from street light? Or the bomb so recently set off?" Her silvery tone now has a cutting edge to it, as do her eyes, no longer curious.
Dec  7 13:32:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Hello good sir.", is almost whispered by the youth towards the presence by her side. "I have yet to determine fully.", is added, also in Latin. A soft breath is drawn, then released over her full lips, eyelids slowly closing to hide her gaze. Her hands fall still, no longer fiddling with the silverware or drumming against her thighs. Rather, her palms are pressed against the table's surface, fingertips bent so that her nails dig lightly into the surface. In her same, quiet tone she calmly utters, "
Dec  7 13:32:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "That is not a message." Eyes open now, blue orbs livid with angers that radiates over her fair countenance without a single feature so much as twitching. "That is a childish game that foolish childer play so that they can meet final death faster and cause nothing but retribution for the Sword."
Dec  7 13:51:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eye still focused on the woman before her, the youth states in the same calm tone, "Call 'sugar'." Palms still pressed against the table, she leans forward slightly, the shift in position slightly lifting her willowy form up from her settled position in the chair. The delicate line of her jaw visibly clenching as she hisses softly, "Think of a more private location. This calls for more than a casual chat surrounded by kine." The edge to her tone is more audible now, a certain hardness cutting throug
Dec  7 13:53:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: through the silver of her silken timbre.
Dec  7 14:01:11 :: (GC) Endymion forced Pelliden to save
Dec  7 14:06:38 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Standing by the elevator the large bald russian cradles a hefty RPK machine-gun in his arms wearing a black balistics vest and a pair of dress-slacks with matching black shoes. His shoulders , arms, and neck a patchwork of both tattoos and old burn scars. Head entirely bald save for a black-hand print across the top. "Evening." he calls out in crisp english tinted with russian.
Dec  7 14:08:14 :: (GC) Sheltark rposed: youth
Dec  7 14:10:35 :: (GC) Carl rposed: The Bar seems to be full of bikers, 6 in all are there, moslt of them are playing pool or just horsing around. Carl is at the bar as he is shotting something red, dark red is seems. There is a woman in a wheelchair that is shackles by the kneck and has a long lead. Lenny seems to be next to her. carl laughs hard as he points towards the wheelchair female. "Death is the begining"
Dec  7 14:13:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A sympathetic glance is offered from the willowy youth towards the tall blond man by her side. "It's for security. Supposedly.", is offered in a rather droll tone, the words spoken in English. Nodding to the young woman, she proceeds before the sunglasses-clad figure and into the building with a few long strides, boots thudding softly with each step. Gaze sweeping the area with a mixture of caution and suspicion, the man and his weapon doesn't even draw a second glance from her cerulean eyes as she 
Dec  7 14:13:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: she offers him a polite nod in greeting. 
Dec  7 14:21:04 :: (GC) Coco rposed: As the pair make their way inside, the ball cap wearing woman moves quickly around them to join the man with the machine gun. "Sugar, hey there..." she removes the ballcap to bear her bare head and smiles up at him. She turns to the other two and tilts her head, "We'll be changing the passwords soon."
Dec  7 14:25:11 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: nods to the new arrivals saying "Welcome to my home. Come on then, the overlook is nice this time of night." before slinging the weapon behind his back nodding towards the security desk his permanent calignosity wrapping about him fibrously.
Dec  7 14:25:59 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: This is true, but if Matteo does find out, they are going to have a very angry Giovanni on their hands. He already demanded that I never set foot on cammie turf, which I have done, when I went to indruce myself. And now he is on my turf with out even asking me. Oh if matteo finds out he will be quite angry.
Dec  7 14:27:45 :: (GC) Crystal rposed: "It is nice of you to push me Lenny.  But I am more then capable of doing that myself."  She shifts in her chair to try to get a better look at him but winces in pain as she grabs her side.  A slight cough escapes her.  
Dec  7 14:40:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes peer around the area, though seemingly with more suspicion than wonderment. The youth's appraising gaze soon falls upon the man, particular attention being paid towards the shadows that perpetually surround his being. Long arms slowly bend at the elbows, coming to cross the youth's androgynous chest. Nimble fingers tap against pale forearms a bit before she finally speaks quietly in her soft, silky tone. "So, here stands the Sword of the City of Angels. What have you to say of that?"
Dec  7 14:50:49 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: puts an arm around Coco's waist glancing between Morgan and Sheltark before looking back down to the streets bellow "It is what it is. What is it that has brought you?" he asks.
Dec  7 14:53:19 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A young boy with long currly hair is leaned agianst the wall of the lobby, His lap top open in his lap. His fingers dace across the built in keyboard, while his rat sits in front of him on the floor cleaning its self.
Dec  7 14:55:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "We need some ground rules.", is stated with a sense of authority by the youth, her voice raising in volume and seeming more formal in pitch. Long fingers continue to tape against pale flesh in silent rhythm. "The first rule being rather simple. No more of these silly games. These foolish pranks that seem to represent all that we stand for youths. We're not children rebelling against the man." The passion within her eyes seem to flare like an open flame within cerulean depths. "We are the Sword of C
Dec  7 14:56:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Caine. We are warriors of the night, fighting together in unison. NOT children blowing things up just to get a rise."
Dec  7 14:57:43 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks up at the familiar face. "Umm Nothing much." His tone still unsure. Houdini quickly scammpers up his leg and into his pocket.
Dec  7 15:03:43 :: (GC) Coco rposed: The woman being held by the shadowy man with the rifle pulls off her dark glasses. She gazes toward the youth, her glowing green eyes piercing the smaller's cerulean ones. "And what do you suggest we do as they burn down our Havens and attack our brothers and sisters?  Wait like rats for their mercy?  Beg for their scraps like dogs?  We're the wolves, not the cows or the sheep. We're the Sword of Caine, we fight together like we did the night of the bomb. You're either with us or against us. They at
Dec  7 15:05:11 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy nods. "Yeah she came home kinda late though." He paused in his work on his laptop. "She is still upstairs alseep, I didn't want to bother her, so I came down here."
Dec  7 15:10:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A small smile creeps into the corners of the youth's lips as she nods to her Templat and politely says. "Reverend Morgan, Blood of the Obertus and Child of the Dragon. Elder of Boston, Elder of Chicago and now Elder of Los Angelos." With that, she makes a polite nod of her head. "At your...service." She lets out a sound akin to a chuckle, through her lips make no movement. "And if you were foolish enough to be caught, then you deserve what you get. Be glad that those fools that call themselves 'The 
Dec  7 15:11:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: 'The Camarilla' were those who captured you." She tilts her head to the side slightly, looking at the Russian. "I should kill you myself."
Dec  7 15:12:57 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Lifting his head to think, He says slowly. "Umm I don't know, about a week I guess." He types something quickly on his computer, then pauses agian. Thinking once more before rushing agian into a typing frenzy.
Dec  7 15:14:35 :: (GC) Coco rposed: Two eyebrows knit together to form a deep frown on the bald woman's face, "Brothers and sisters don't kill each other without the ceremony of Monomancy. As an elder... you should know that." The woman grits her teeth and gazes between them, "Coco Laroque, Ductus of Las Guerillas, great-grandchilde of Arch-Bishop Esteban Castillo... and this is my childe." Her glowing green eyes flit between the blonde man and the youth a few times before continuing, "And you are in his house."
Dec  7 15:15:58 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Yawning and stretching a bit, she would step out of the elevator. Her hair was still slightly damp from her shower and she began to fuss with it a bit hoping to make it sit properly as she crossed the lobby. Seeing the two there, however, she stopped and blinked. 
Dec  7 15:16:11 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Turning to face the androginous youth fully Kostya speaks with a sneer "I was mortal when I was captured. Thanks to the devices of a mage. Lets see you survive interogation by four primogen without divulging one bit of truthful information...
Dec  7 15:20:11 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy spins it the laptop around to show a plethora of gibberish. "Im programming, I don't like al though other music players, so Im making my own." He spins it back around, typing in another line of code. "I have been working on it for awhile."
Dec  7 15:20:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyelids shadow cerulean eyes, as Morgan straightens her head and softly explains, "Any who endanger The Sword by divulging information about the sect either by their own mouth or the mouth of their kine or progeny are fit to be tried and punished by the highest ranking Priest in the area. The punishment, should the individual be found guilty, is death." She lets out another chuckle. "And I've already escaped the Prince."
Dec  7 15:20:57 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Off her? The mere idea! Queens require devotion after all... Slinking over to the pair, she'd come up behind Pell if that were an option. Just so she could cross her arms over his back and lean over his shoulder to chime in, "I can barely turn mine on without da ting beeping error messages at me..."
Dec  7 15:26:45 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy doesn't really say anything, merely diving deeper into his code. However he does not seem to be sulking. Houdini began to climb up his currling locks, seeking a seat atop his head. It wasn't long before Houdini had gotten at seat, perched atop his head the small rat cleaned its self.
Dec  7 15:32:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes close and a soft breath is exhaled. "Let me try this again. I was never captured. I EVADED capture." A small nod is offered to the Templar by her side. "And codes are not going to help in the end. You can make as many as you want, and some sewer rat will be hiding in your very bed. As you might say, 'it's hell'." Her eyes open, a certain darkness within them now, tinging her angelic features as well. "I respect lineage, but in the end it's your own actions that count. I can claim relat
Dec  7 15:32:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: relation through birth and blood to many, but I rely on my own actions."
Dec  7 15:33:20 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The Chimps lunge at Ran, biting his arm and neck.  Gunfire suddenly adds to the chaos, but Ran, quick and alert, manages to dodge the shots, moving at insane speeds.  The chimps leap off in terror of the gunfire, one being shot in the process.  The Monkeys all begin screaming, and the ruckus has caused an uproar in the zoo, causing all the animals to begin freaking out.
Dec  7 15:39:42 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looked up from his work. "It would have been ok, There was this big guy covered in scars. He would have protected me... I just know it." He starts to get kinda excited. "You should have seen him Vira he was HUGE! Like nine feet tall." He points at Pell, not thinking about his words. "He made Pell look like a little kid." He giggled then stopped realising Pell was still there. He went back to his work.
Dec  7 15:39:54 :: (GC) Kostya rposed: Initialy smiling , his white teeth a stark contrast to the shadows that swirl about him the large russian now scowls "It is very rude for new arrivals of any lineage to come to a city unknown to them, enter anothers domain and make accusations and threats. You will now leave and perhaps the next time we meet I will forget this indiscretion. Elsewise, I assure you, archaic rituals or not. There is no escape from this building without my willing it."
Dec  7 15:41:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: One more nod is given to the templar. Nothing more, nothing less.
Dec  7 15:42:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: One more nod is given to the templar by the angelic youth. Nothing more, nothing less.
Dec  7 15:42:40 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Giggles more at Simon's excitment than anything else. "Oh yeah? You went take his picture too?" Crossing her legs, she leaned one elbow on her knee and set her chin upon her palm. Her expression and tone was light, but something hard glinted in her eyes for just a second. She'd have to try to keep a better eyes on Simon.
Dec  7 15:50:05 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Sheltark sprouts claws and charges Coco, he has an angry look in his eyes.  He swings his claws at Coco, who gracefully sidesteps the lunge, forcing Sheltark to have to regain his balance as he nears the edge.  He does so, but has lost his momentum.
Dec  7 15:50:50 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy doesn't say much, just keeps typing line after line of code. Houdini on the other hand busy atop his head cleaning its self. He now lying on his back licking between his toes.
Dec  7 15:53:44 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Sheltark again charges Coco, swinging, but as they say in baseball, comes out with a swing-anda-miss.  
Dec  7 15:57:49 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy looks up at Viranka. "You ever figure out what that crazy guy last night was talking about? The one that looked like a hippy." He closes his laptop after saving his work, then reached up and pulled houdini down, looking at him.
Dec  7 16:01:31 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA hispanic man dressed in conservative attire, a handsome black suit surrounded by a black trenchcoat, walks slowly through the lobby with his left hand swinging idly at his side. His other is slid into the pocket of his trenchcoat, and his dark eyes scan the lobby quickly and accurately, a degree of concentration and alertness to his movements. His bald head is very noticeable, considering the black hand printed quite clearly on the top of it.@W
Dec  7 16:03:46 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy blinks and shrugs. "He did seem kinda strange. How do you know him?" He brings the little rat close to his face, kissing his nose. The little rat clinging onto his face, squeeking slightly.
Dec  7 16:05:52 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her eyes would drift to the well dressed man..well dressed compared to herself in any event. Not much time or consideration was given him, however, and she turned back to the two with her. "Met 'im at one pub. Exchanged tattoo stories."
Dec  7 16:12:07 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks Vira over. "I didn't know you had tattoos..." He looks her in the face, waiting for an answer. Houdini begand to struggle to get free.
Dec  7 16:12:37 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man glances around for a moment, pausing on his journey to the mail slots, before his dark eyes fall upon Pelliden. He raises an eyebrow, before moving over to the other man and nodding solemnly. "@rGood Evening. Odd place to find you, hm?@D"
Dec  7 16:16:05 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The action resumes as Coco lunges barbaricly at the aggressor Sheltark, her speed is fast and he pose good, but Sheltark, showing unbelievable quickness (I just have to note 8 succesess), easily dodging the attempt.  Morgan, attempts to grapple Kostya, who pulls out his weapon, but Kostya breaks free, unloading shots into Morgan, who seems to roll with it, not being effected.
Dec  7 16:16:27 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Being give a slight bit of freedom the little rat ran as hard as it could hiding in the hood of the boys hoodie. He turned his head. "Whats wrong Houdini..." Trying to reach for him the little mouse seems to have completely burried itself in his hood.
Dec  7 16:20:04 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The nimble Sheltark manages to grab Coco, and toss her from the building, letting her fall to the ground, she hits with a hard thud.
Dec  7 16:21:39 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth lofts a dark eyebrow, reaching up to rub his shaved head absentmindedly. "@rIs that so? Well, I'm just here to pick up some mail. I really should be on my way.@D" He turns and once more begins striding towards the mailboxes, adjusting his tie along the way.
Dec  7 16:24:22 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The zealot now turns to Coco's cohort, charging him and ripping a chunk of his left bicep out with a hard swing of his claws.
Dec  7 16:26:07 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy leans over towards Vira. He finnaly gets ahold out houdini and holds him down at his waist. He whispers in her direction "What a weirdo..." He then turns his attention back to Houdini.
Dec  7 16:28:27 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth gets a random envelope from a mysterious mailbox, with an equally mysterious key, before moving towards the exit and nodding respectfully to Pelliden.@W
Dec  7 16:29:12 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She clearly wasn't pleased about something, but it lasted only a few moments before she leaned forward again to ask, "Is Houdini alright?"
Dec  7 16:30:22 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: Rumors fly around the city that A FREE concert by Aero Smith is going to be performed up near the woods tonight.
Dec  7 16:32:19 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods. "Yeah he seems to be alright, but something spooked him." He pets the little ball of fur as it started to calm down.
Dec  7 16:33:58 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She shot Pell a look that was half amusement, half maternal scolding. "What was dat mark on his head?"
Dec  7 16:34:54 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy clung the rat close to his body. "I won't let anyone eat you Houdini, no one." He stroked the little rat, genuine concern in his voice.
Dec  7 16:35:25 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Morgan manages to grab the torn left arm of Kostya, causing it to break with her powers.  Kostya cringes in pain, managing to dodge the attack from Sheltark, before running towards the edge of the building and leaping off, he crosses the street midair, landing on the sidewalk hard, he doesn't look good.
Dec  7 16:36:30 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Bah! No one gone hurt him...or I hurt dem!" She didn't look particularly fierce...but she sounded quite firm in that statement.
Dec  7 16:37:58 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy nodded. Seeing a flyer slapped onto the wall, he jumped up and grabed it. "Aero-Smith?... Who is that?" He starts to head back to them, "I think some Local band or something is having a free concert.
Dec  7 16:42:26 :: (GC) Matteo rposed: -gladly sells them-
Dec  7 16:42:52 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks slightly confused. "You know who they are?"
Dec  7 16:46:22 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy tilted his head. "Why would they give a concert in the woods... that doesn't make sense." He brings the flyer over to them and sets it down.
Dec  7 16:48:43 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Maybe..stay one devious trap from some evil mastermind... Or maybe aliens gone abduct everybody dere...." She SEEMED serious about these speculations...atleast, until she disolved into snickers.
Dec  7 16:49:11 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: As Kostya slowly gets up, Morgan and Sheltark emerge from the entrance, Coco, still badly hurt lays there.
Dec  7 16:50:03 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy merely blinked, confused by the entire situation.
Dec  7 16:52:06 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She rather wanted to as well..but it seemed too shady to bring Simon to.
Dec  7 16:54:05 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy seeming to think it over for a second. "Hey if they are putting flyers up everywhere. Then lets go, Police will most likly be there too." He pauses for a moment then gets excited agian. "And maybe that HUGE guy will be there agian, I can introduce you Vira, he is soooo cool, and big." Having made up his mind, Simon slips his laptop in his bag and gets ready to go.
Dec  7 16:57:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Sheltark leaps down, and with a clean rip, rips kostya's chest open, cleaving his heart, ending his life.  
Dec  7 16:58:13 :: (GC) Squelch ON for Coco by Faristil.
Dec  7 16:59:58 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Smiling he nodded. "Alright." He looked around. "Im ready!" He stood waiting on them, Houdini sitting on his shoulder, almost as if he where waiting as well.
Dec  7 17:01:22 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: shakes her head a bit and walks towards Simon, looking over to Pell as she didn't know where he'd park or what his car even looked like.
Dec  7 17:02:52 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy heads over to it, having seen it the night before.
Dec  7 17:03:10 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She'd look the vehicle over, eyeing it in a discerning manner. After a moment, she decided that she liked it and gave it an approving nod.
Dec  7 17:05:23 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Opens the passanger side door for Vira. "There you go." He smiles.
Dec  7 17:08:21 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: reaches out to open the glove and ducks down a bit to look for the button before giving it a jab. 
Dec  7 17:08:24 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy turns around and covers his eyes for good mesure. "Whats going on?"
Dec  7 17:14:18 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Three dark tentacles slip into this plane of existence, two of them suprising Sheltark from behind and wrapping around his throat. The third, he manages to avoid, but only before the first two jerk hard upon him, snapping him back and down to the ground. He struggles against them, but to not avail.
Dec  7 17:15:09 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy climbs into the back seat and buckles in, Houdini, now alseep in Simons hands, was tucked away safely in his pocket. "So up in the woods they mean up by the flying J truck stop?"
Dec  7 17:22:56 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy climbs out next to Viranka. "This is the first concert I have ever been too... Whats it like?" He looks up towards Viranka.
Dec  7 17:24:54 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She pondered it a moment before looking down at Simon. "Last one I went to was Stone Sour...different music...different crowd. But..usually stay loud with lots'a people causin trouble."
Dec  7 17:25:55 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods. He didn't have anything in his young life that he could compare it too. He hold onto Houdini, his pet rat, who was tucked away in his hoodie pocket.
Dec  7 17:31:12 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy walks next to them, his attention on the area surrounding. However this action from Pell did not go unnoticed, however the young boy said nothing merely looking around.
Dec  7 17:32:46 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Sheltark, seeming quite displeased with the tentacles, reaches out and wraps his claws around it. It only takes a single squeeze for the abyssal appendage to dissipate into a fine puff of shadowed mist. The other one, however, jerks back on his neck again, dragging him another foot in the opposite direction of Coco, and grinding deeper into his undead flesh. In a strange act, however, the last tentacle slips about Coco's ankle, jerking her off of her feet, and slamming her into Sheltark, causing dama
Dec  7 17:33:04 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) damage to the pair of them, and leaving her on her rear, five feet away from him.
Dec  7 17:36:26 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks up at the two, but then goes back into his own little world. Gently stroking the little ball of fur. He pulls Houdini out and smiles at him. "Hey Houdini, this is going to be both our first concerts." He then kisses the little rats nose.
Dec  7 17:39:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Sheltark reaches up with his free hand, and grasps the second tentacle, giving it a fond squeeze, and misting it off into oblivion as well, leaving him with a handful of black dust. With the speed of a demon, he jumps to his feet, seeming ready for the next assault.
Dec  7 17:50:01 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks around watching the two, still unsure of what is going to happen. He sets his pet rat down on his shoulder and lets him scamper about.
Dec  7 17:53:36 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  7 17:54:31 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Sheltark, faster than his assailant, dodges out of the way of Coco's attack, though just barely. He doesn't have much time however, to react to it, as a tentacle, forgotten about it seems, wraps around his ankle and slams him into her from behind, knocked her onto her face, some six foot off. Unfortunately, the second that Morgan hits the ground, rather gracefully, her entrance is wrecked by the same tentacle, using Sheltark as a bludgeoning tool again, but knocking her to her rear.
Dec  7 17:57:56 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy steps closer to Vira as the crowd grew thicker. His hand reaching up and clinging to her shirt. His other hand taking Houdini from his shoulder and holding onto him in his pocket.
Dec  7 18:00:46 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Part I hate...da waitin'..." Shaking her head, Vira would pat Simon on the shoulder lightly to reassure him that she wasn't going anywhere.
Dec  7 18:01:33 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A band comes on and begins playing some rock music, it is fast paced.  An announcer comes out and introduces them as Black Fire.  
Dec  7 18:03:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Despite the wearied look to him at this point, Sheltark grasps at the tentacle and tears into it. It, however, doesn't seem like the last two, and doesn't wisp into black dust and smoke. Rather, it actually grows in size when he damages it, despite the wounds that it now has, each one oozing out black goop. He does, however, manage to get to his feet.
Dec  7 18:10:22 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy says nothing staring at the man on the stage. His fingers clamp down on Vira's shirt as excitment and fear begind to brew within him.
Dec  7 18:15:28 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The band finishes, before a woman, walks out, and begins singing to a jazz band in the background.  They sound good together.  The crowd is growing.
Dec  7 18:19:45 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The Young boy slips his behind the woman's back, and steps closer as well. However he seems lost in the music. The little rat now scurrying up the sleeve of his hoodie, the lump clearly visible.
Dec  7 18:19:48 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Hold for echo, please.
Dec  7 18:23:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Sheltark manages to slash at the tentacle again, doing more damage to it and clawing right through the thing, though as opposed to it's death, it splits into two seperate tentacles. While Morgan and Coco are both getting to their feet, the second tentacle wraps around Sheltark's other ankle, and begins to drag him off. His claws dig into the ground, but to no avail.
Dec  7 18:25:09 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy seemed compeletly oblivious of everything but the woman singing. He had calmed down greatly moving closer to Viranka. His pet rat poking its head from the neck of his hoodie, sniffing at the air.
Dec  7 18:26:08 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: In the air all around, several dark, gaping voids open. No sound comes from them. No light. No air. The only thing that /does/ come from them, are shadowed, tenebrous tentacles, each about the thickness of a mortal man. They begin to flail about, wildly, thrashing at anything they can get close enough to.
Dec  7 18:32:09 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Pyrotechnics begin to go off and a new band comes out, and a new announcer, he is dressed in black and wears aviator shades.
Dec  7 18:35:17 :: (GC) Faristil forced Robert to afk
Dec  7 18:35:22 :: (GC) Faristil forced Marie to afk
Dec  7 18:40:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The man in the suit takes the mic.  "Welcome citizens of LA!  I hope you're ready for one hell of a show!"  He smiles, letting the applause die.  "Aero Smith will be out shortly!  Enjoy!"
Dec  7 18:43:16 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The wind blows around the stage as the crowd is gathered around it is waiting for Aerosmith to appear. Perfectly hidden behind the stage however, sits a certain someone, unbeknownst to all as he waits patiently, not yet sure if he will add himself to the coming actions.
Dec  7 18:43:43 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy looks up and nods. "Im fine." However he remained clinging to Vira's side.
Dec  7 18:46:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Morgan makes a grab for Sheltark's hand, and she does, indeed, manage to grab it, though it doesn't slow him at all. The both of them, are pulled into one of the gaping voids from which the tentacles come from, and are lost from sight right after. Coco begins to move in the direction of them, but only manages a step before another tentacle wraps around her ankle, and begins to drag her.
Dec  7 18:53:29 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy merely starts looking around, as boredem gets the best of his attention span. Seeing the large man from the night before he tugs on Vira's shirt. "Vira! Look! There he is!" He points in the general direction of the large man.
Dec  7 18:54:40 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Hrm?" Looking in the direction Simon was pointing, she squinted momentarily..missing Pell's reaction. "We go say hi den?"
Dec  7 18:55:23 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The tentacle sucks Coco up into the gaping void of darkness, which closes behind her with a quiet 'pop' sound.
Dec  7 18:56:44 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The void exits here, spitting you out and leaving you covered in a thick, black liquid. It steams, and then evaporates, and after moments you're dried off.
Dec  7 18:58:24 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Only silence is the answer.
Dec  7 19:00:11 :: (GC) Squelch OFF for Coco by Faristil.
Dec  7 19:01:05 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The stage cracks a bit as the man in black falls and grasps his leg, uttering profanities.
Dec  7 19:01:58 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The stage cracks a bit as the man in black falls and grasps his leg, uttering profanities.
Dec  7 19:03:03 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Huh..." Watching the going on, Vira's form tensed slightly and she released Pell's other hand, moving it to her hip.
Dec  7 19:03:59 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy clings tightly to Viras body. "Vira... Is this normal?"
Dec  7 19:04:09 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The man gets up and leaves the stage a few minutes later, his face looking angered.
Dec  7 19:05:56 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy nods slightly. His eyes peering around him.
Dec  7 19:09:38 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The earth trembles a bit around the area.
Dec  7 19:10:19 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her unease grew and her gaze flickered suspiciously around the area.
Dec  7 19:11:47 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Fear slowly creeping over him the young boy clung onto her. "Vira, Im scared..."
Dec  7 19:13:36 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The earth rumbles once more, trees moving slightly, the tension in the area growing thick as butter.  Things don't seem right.
Dec  7 19:14:01 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Shh, shh..don't worry..." Despite her reassurances, she held the boy close and looked over at Pell to see what his take on it was.
Dec  7 19:15:41 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Most of the crowd is stoned, and laughing about the situation, but several people are beginning to leave.
Dec  7 19:15:50 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "How you even know I can drive?" She wouldn't take the keys, a bit irritated that he seemed to want to stay there with the...whatever was going on.
Dec  7 19:16:51 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy grew quite as he tried his heardest to stay brave. However the fear only grew within him.
Dec  7 19:18:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The crowd disperses moreso hearing gunfire.  Almost as a trigger, the gunfire seems to cause heavy raindrops to drop on the ground, steadily increasing as a soft wind begins to pick up, the earth again trembles.
Dec  7 19:19:50 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy clings to her, the gun shots ruining the small bit of courage he had. Tears begin to flow as he is forced to the ground, His hands holding onto little Houdini.
Dec  7 19:21:14 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The Stage cracks in half, killing a band member who is impaled by falling debris.  Lightning strikes nearby and things continue to look Apocylyptic.
Dec  7 19:21:32 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The crowd is struggling to escape, the parking area is now a chaos zone.
Dec  7 19:24:24 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A low-sounding groan shakes the area.  A red flash heard seen soon after.  A large shake of the ground is felt, soon after by another, several trees breaking can be heard in the distance, as well as trees shaking from something.
Dec  7 19:25:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: In the Chaos, Houdini had struggled free from Simons grasp. The little creatures tiny form moving in between peoples feet and going towards the woods. Simon let out a scream as he was lifted up. "Houdini! No!" He starts to struggle in her arms "No let me go, I have to go get Houdini." His voice racked with tears.
Dec  7 19:28:04 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A large scream can be heard, sounding of a million fat men screaming at once.  It shakes the area, from the ground, to cars, and to any people around the stage.
Dec  7 19:30:48 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Sobing, the young boy tried to push himself away from her> "No Houdini is just scared. I have to go get him." He strugles as hard as he can trying to get away. However he is growing weaker the more he cries.
Dec  7 19:32:18 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A large....creature can be seen over the stage, this is surely some mistake as such a thing would have to be over 20 feet tall.  But it is real, a large ogre like creature then smashes the stage, before a large wolf like creature pounces on its head with great speed ripping a chunk out of his head, continuing his vicious attack.
Dec  7 19:34:10 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Okay, okay...look..." She resumed her path to the car. Making it there in short order assuming nothing stopped her. A glance over her shoulder draws a very agitated look from her. "Just...stay here. Kay?" Unlocking the car and diving in to hit the glove and jab the button to pop the trunk.
Dec  7 19:35:20 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young pushes, a new strength over coming him. He forces himself from her arms and drops to the ground. As he runs though the crowd he seems to be completely oblivious to what is happening to him. He trips and falls to the ground as unimaginable pain over comes his body. His conscious mind blacking out from existence. His body begins to stretch and deform as primal instincts overcome him.
Dec  7 19:40:43 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Stares at Simon in something akin to horror... "Oh, Ma...ya gotta be kiddin me..." Still, there was too much going on. She snatched up the gun in Pell's trunk and slammed the clip home before edging closer to Simon as he changed. She held the weapon in an awkward manner..and her gaze darted between the boy and the...monsters.
Dec  7 19:43:27 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: A fury of bullets is unleashed upon this creature, as the furious wolf creatures rips several huge chunks of damage out of the things head.  Blood gushes out all over his body, as he screams in pain.  The wolf-man falls down limp at this point for some reason not known.  The bullets previously unleashed seem to bounce off this creatures tough torso.  He growls now and jumps over the stage, crushing some bystanders, looking for the sources of the gunfire.
Dec  7 19:52:07 :: (GC) Simon rposed: As primal instincts drive this creature, it lifts its self from the grown. The boys small frame having now grown almost twice its former size. The beasts entire body is completely covered in thick hair. A long wolf like head perched on its shoulders. Digging its massive claws into the ground and letting out a loud howl. It turns towards the massive ogre, and charges it.
Dec  7 20:04:59 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Gaining six inches of height and a bit of muscle weight as she had, she'd dart ahead after Simon..pushing the rifle roughly into Pell's hands as she moved.
Dec  7 20:10:59 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Viranka darts to get catch Simon, being close behind.  Gareth approaches the downed wolf, grabbing him before dissapearing. The rest seem in panic.  The man in black seen earlier steps onto the crushed stage.  He looks around the area.  The great ogre sees another approaching wolfs, and fires his long leg at it, connecting, the wolf is up, its, its, its GOOD! as it lands in the parking lot on top of a car.  The beast screams in anticipation.
Dec  7 20:36:52 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Leaps up at the ogre thing, claws extending from her fingertips as she rakes both arms down hoping to stay the thing or atleast turn it's attention to herself.
Dec  7 20:37:53 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Struggling to pull its self up, the beast lets out another roar. Clinching its sides, obviously nursing a broken ribs it lifts its self back to its feet, trying to shake off the pain. Its instincts once more driving it to battle. It rushes again at the creature.
Dec  7 20:58:47 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The Ogre-like thing grunts a bit and slams a meaty fist into it's side as Pelliden sprays it with ammunition, but it still doesn't seem affected by the assault. It's attention on Viranka and Simon, as seeming the most threatening of the group, it fails to notice at all, as two figures shimmer into existance right next to it's head. Michelangelo shoves his claws into the back of the Ogre, and Gareth, who is riding on the back of the werewolf, does the same with his swords.
Dec  7 20:58:54 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The pair, both Ventrue and Werewolf, ride down the length of the backside of the Ogre-like beast from hell, cutting solid lines with all sets of weapons, Mich with his two claws, Gareth with his shining blades. After moments, they reach the ground, the werewolf landing nimbly right as the Ogre screams with rage, and begins to topple over, flames starting to shoot out all over the expanse of it's massive frame. Michelangelo, not wasting time, starts to charge right at the Baali itself, leaping throug
Dec  7 20:59:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) leaping through the air with supernatural grace..
Dec  7 21:05:49 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The hulked out war form Michelangelo lands next to the Baali, not losing it's balance at all. His head lunges forward and massive jaws tear through the Baali, tearing out it's ribcage, leaving on a scrap of torso, the thing's withered heart exposed to the air like some sort of ancient phylactery. The Ventrue on his back leaps over the Baali, and in mid-flight, throws his scimitar straight and true, the blade slamming through his opponents skull, blade coming out the other side.
Dec  7 21:08:58 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A crackle of energy and power signifies the presence of Robert, who, having ascended the stage, leaps directly towards the nearly finished vampire with a battle scream. His blade crackles with fire and electricity and his first blow slices the Baali's spine in half, but before the creature hits the ground, the sword lurches in the Mage's hand,  sending an impaling blow through it's rotten heart, and a final quick stroke to sever it's head. An ethereal scream sounds as the creature, almost unaware of 
Dec  7 21:09:14 :: (GC) Siol echoed: An ethereal scream sounds as the creature, almost unaware of it's own death, but then, it simply collapses into ash.
Dec  7 21:17:35 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Torn between the bloodrage and pain of its injuries the massive beast pulled away from everyone snarling at anything it felt got to close to it. Digging its claws into the ground below it, the beast began to look for an escape. It began to eye the woods so very close to it.
Dec  7 21:18:14 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The massive Crinos, silver furred body covered with scars turns it's shimmering gaze towards Gareth as he picks up his scimitar. Michelangelo then immediately turns towards the other Crinos, and his eyes narrow a moment, and he speaks, in a very rough, but understandable english. "Oh shit. Weaver minion, get the rest out of here. I'll deal with the boy."
Dec  7 21:19:28 :: (GC) Robert rposed: Kneeling down amongst the ashes, the hooded figure of Robby, clasps his hands in prayer briefly, before pulling out an empty vial and collecting the ashes. Speaking in latin, "This was the season of your death." Pulling out another cigarette, he lights it with a touch of his free hand to the tip, offering the slightest of gazes towards the wolf people. A small coin is produced from within his coat, running it over his knuckles as he ashes off to the side. 
Dec  7 21:22:52 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Growing more and more agitated by the moment started to snap at the approaching woman, but something deep within him, something still human resisted. The Crinos turned and began to sprint seeking the refuge of the forest.
Dec  7 21:24:59 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Oh, damnit Simon..." she muttered under her breath, closing her eyes momentarily as he ran. Trying one last thing before chasing him, she called out, "Ey! You gone run and leave Houdini all alone?"
Dec  7 21:29:32 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Gareth, seemingly fairly calm still, sheathes his other scimitar and walks over to Salem, picking the mage up and setting him over his shoulder. "No need to feed the wolves." He begins walking away, his stride smooth.
Dec  7 21:36:58 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The Crinos skids to a stop at the sound of the familiar name. This beast turns around and stares at the two who approach him. He starts taking long deep breaths, trying to control himself. His claws digging into the ground below him.
Dec  7 21:39:44 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Taking a risk, she would retake her homid form, hoping to calm him. Not a huge change, but perhaps enough. She stood where she was, not wanting to crowd him and cause him to flee again. She just held her arms out to him. "C'mon, Simon...don't you wanna find Houdini?"
Dec  7 21:47:01 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The Crinos cowered down to the ground as it fought the battle that raged within it. Its claws digging and holding onto the ground below it, it let out small whimpers.
Dec  7 21:48:48 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her expression became concerned and a bit pained. Kneeling down in the muddy ground, she kept her arms out to him. "Aww...Simon, baby...c'mere. Everythin's okay now, yeah? No worries...c'mere..." 
Dec  7 21:54:42 :: (GC) Siol forced Robert to save
Dec  7 21:55:22 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: All of her attention was on Simon. She wasn't too happy about being near the other Garou, but her concern for the young boy overwhelmed any other misgivings she might have had.
Dec  7 21:57:15 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Slowly his body begins to shift and contort, shrinking back to his normal form. He pushed himself up, bruises coving his small naked body.  He started to lift himself, however his arms failed him. He let out a small groan, then speaking with harsh words, "What happened..."
Dec  7 21:59:50 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Having laid his luggage of a mage off to the side, at some point, the lithe and striking Englishman peers past the treeline and back into the concert area. He watches for several minutes, perhaps taking the time to give a quiet appraisal to all of those still left
Dec  7 22:00:02 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The wolf pads over to the boy now, looking upwards at the woman who assisted him in his standing. "Your assistance is appreciated, and I thank you, no matter what misgivings we may have had in the past." Eyes turn to Robert a moment, and then back to the boy. "He is correct."
Dec  7 22:04:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy cling to Viras neck sobbing from both the pain and the confusion. He sniffles, trying to stop himself from crying. "Where...Where is Houdini?" He looks around noting the talking wolf. "Umm... That dog..." He sniffles agian, "Did he talk?"
Dec  7 22:12:09 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy pulls away, realising he is nude he grabs for the jacket wrapping it around himself. He stands on shaky legs and follows after the wolf.
Dec  7 22:13:56 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The wolf slowly pads through the forest, sniffing along the ground. After a moment, he stops, freezing. Shimmering eyes look towards a clump of tree roots, and a squeak issues forth from them. "I believe that would be Houdini." He sits in front of it, waiting for the other two to arrive.
Dec  7 22:17:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy walks over to the tree roots and retreves the scared little rat. "Houdini!" Holds him close to his chest. "Im sorry I scared you." He kisses the little rats nose. "Thank you...Mister Wolf." He paused unsure what to call the wolf.
Dec  7 22:21:37 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy turned to the woman. "Vira.. I don't know whats going on..." He is now shaking, confusion and fear striking him agian.
Dec  7 22:24:14 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Oh, fer...you mine? Make dis easier on him...." Scolding the wolf for, well..being a wolf. "C'mere, Simon..." She went over to a relatively sheltered spot and had a seat, holding her arms out for him before looking to the wolf again and saying, "At least for one bit, look human kay?"
Dec  7 22:30:05 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looked up at the man, "Vira... Thats him." He pauses thinking. "So.. Why am I all brused up... And why did that man tell I attacked something?" He looked between the two of them.
Dec  7 22:37:20 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The yougn boy justs nods. "Alright I will listen." He turns and looks at the man, His body blushes as he tries to cover himself. "Th..Thank you..." He says with a slight bit of confusion.
Dec  7 22:41:50 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her silence now was of a rocky sort, the type that people use for building walls. She stared off at some point beyond the group and, though she listened and did pay attention, she didn't really seem to want to be a part of the active conversation for the time being.
Dec  7 22:43:32 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy lifts his brow in thought. "Werewolves, That guy last night was talking about werewolves." He thinks about it somemore. "I don't know I have read about them in some comic books." He looks up at the massive man, "Why?"
Dec  7 22:46:48 :: (GC) Chronos forced Johnny to save
Dec  7 22:47:09 :: (GC) Chronos forced Johnny to save
Dec  7 22:47:37 :: (GC) Chronos forced Johnny to save
Dec  7 22:50:18 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy grew wide eyed, and he looked down at his hands. "Im a werewolf... I didn't get bitten did I?" He looked up at the tall man and the urban youth. He paused for a moment, thinking on what had been said. "Garou..." He said the word softly to himself.
Dec  7 22:51:37 :: (GC) Chronos forced Johnny to save
Dec  7 22:54:56 :: (GC) Robert rposed: The cigarette ignites into a small ball of fire in his hand, rapidly burning away. "Both of us are given strength by our heritage, difference is.." He nods back towards the scene. "I'm no different than them and you, you have an extra chromosone, what my bad guys call the Wolf gene. Something they are attempting to eradicate in an attempt to rewrite the beliefs of the world. See. My powers are based off beliefs, where as your power is more primordeal. Older. More powerful, but weakened in these mode
Dec  7 23:00:06 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "I am of the Silver Fangs, one of the tribes of our people." His gaze flickers to Viranka now, waiting for a reaction.
Dec  7 23:00:57 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She knew what he was. He was a Wolf... And, as her father warned her, Western Wolves were to be handled with caution. Beyond that, his Tribe meant nothing to her and thus, her expression changed not a wit.
Dec  7 23:04:08 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy merely nodded. Words completely escaping him for a moment. He nuzzled the rat to his neck for comfort then a question came to him. "Why am I a Garou?" The boy prefered using the word Garou.
Dec  7 23:10:31 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy agrees Vira. "Why would I need to talk to Cooper?" He looks towards Vira. His reaches down to slip houdini in his pockets, however he quickly remembers he lacks that pocket now.
Dec  7 23:15:38 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The tall man looks between the woman and the mage and he snarls once. "Enough!" The man then turns to the boy and smiles as he returns to his lupine state, the silver furred wolf. "It will take some time to learn." His eyes narrow at mention of the vampires. "Speak for yourself, Mage. You reek of their blood. But now is not the time for hostilities."
Dec  7 23:18:07 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy moves over to stand next to Vira as if to protect her. However he keeps his eyes on the other man.
Dec  7 23:24:42 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Narrowing her eyes a moment, she was a bit on edge and suspected a trap. But a low sigh cleared her expression and when she looked up at him again, she offered him a smile and took his hand. "I'm not sure what you mean by my pattern...but the purpose of a puzzle is to solve it. Hopefully without breaking it in the process." Then she laughed and shook her head. "Ey, look..I no mean no offense...bit on edge is all and... I dunno, different upbringing, yanno?" And her accent was back! Signalling that s
Dec  7 23:25:09 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "My.. Birth?" He tries as hard as he can. "I remeber Heidi, my nanny. I just remember her face." He scratches his head trying to think, then pulls a small twig from his hair. Houdini resting quitely in a small cup he made with his hand.
Dec  7 23:26:11 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Signalling that she wasn't feeling quite as defensive.
Dec  7 23:33:31 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy smiles. "This one I know, January 10th, 1995." He smiled and reached down and stroked Houdini who was now fast asleep.
Dec  7 23:37:04 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Michelangelo turns his head and notices as Robert just vanishes into thin air, and he shakes his head. "I thought I sensed something..." He looks down at the mark and ponders, looking up at the boy now. "Bone Gnawers." He does some quick mental math, pondering over moon phases. "Ragabash."
Dec  7 23:40:19 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Looking slightly confused. "Bone Gnawers, Ragabash?" He tilted his head to the side. "What does that mean?" He leaned down snuggled the little rat in his hand, it waking up latched onto his lip, nibbling lovingly.
Dec  7 23:46:31 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Another shiver ran through her form, but it seemed more from the temperature this time than any form of mental discomfort. She pulled her knees up and crossed her arms, resting her chin atop them and not complaining.
Dec  7 23:46:33 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The soft thump of boots sounds quietly down the street as long strides carry a willowy youth down the sidewalk at a casual pace. Cerulean eyes study each passing face with mild interest, a dark smile playing upon the corners of pale lips from time to time. The idle gaze soon sharpens through, focusing on the girl and her book. A pale brow raises slightly, though it does little else to bring expression to the detached yet angelic features of the androgynous youth's face.
Dec  7 23:46:52 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy seemed to be soaking all this in fairly well. "So.. what does this all mean?" He looked at his instructor. "What do the Garou do? Whats the differnence in the tribes? And How do you turn into a wolf? Can I do it?" These questions seem to have been fired from an automatic weapon.
Dec  7 23:48:02 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: That drew a soft, girlish giggle and a genuine smile from her..he was being adorable again.
Dec  7 23:51:28 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "And the tribes are like different groups of people." His eyes shimmer a moment as mention of what Garou do is made. "That's a complicated question."
Dec  7 23:51:44 :: (GC) Althea rposed: The soft music wafts past Althea's ears. She nods along to it, slowly becoming disinterested in her book. Picking up her head, she turns to compliment the musician when she spots the androgynous youth. "Sweet Jesus," she mutters to herself, "not again."
Dec  7 23:54:41 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "Ok so Tribes are differn't groups, Auspice is what I am, I can turn into a wolf later, and Garou are complicated. Got it." He pauses for another second and then looks back at the wolf. "How soon is soon, because that looks kinda cool."
Dec  7 23:56:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: pale gaze leveling, the youth's head tips to the side in a questioning manner, eyes flicking between the girl and her book and the boy with his guitar. The latter seems to pique the youth's interest more, steps slowing, then grinding to a halt in an almost mechanical motion. One long arm remains by the youth's side, deft fingers tapping an idle beat against a slender thigh. The other bends at the elbow, forearm and hand moving upwards so that the pad of one thumb can  stroke the smooth, pale flesh o
Dec  7 23:56:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: of a narrow and hairless chin.
Dec  7 23:57:09 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Having taken the coat, smiling in thanks, she pondered offering it to Simon...but thought that it probably weighed more than he did. So, she slipped it around herself and murmured happily as she snuggled into the warmth.
Dec  8 00:00:57 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He pauses and shakes his head. "That looks alot warmer than standing here naked." He smiles trying not to laugh at his own little joke. He holds out his hand towards Vira. "Will you hold onto Houdini, I don't want to scare him agian." He smiles holding out the little rat, which happens to be quite busy cleaning its self.
Dec  8 00:02:30 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She holds out her cupped hands. "So long as he no mind, I no mind." she replied with a smile.
Dec  8 00:07:46 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. After a few more of these deep breaths he nods slightly.
Dec  8 00:11:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes study the man's fingers with great interest, moving to his throat with the same intense gaze. Bending a bit at the waist, the youth's head tilts slightly to the side, hips pivoting to once more alter his position while watching the musician play from various angles. The look offered is an appraising one, almost seeming to look beyond the encasing of flesh and into the meat and bones.
Dec  8 00:11:12 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She smiled as she listens, rather approving of his kind teaching manner. She hadn't been treated nearly as sweetly. Ducking down slightly, the mouse held against her chest, she spoke softly to Houdini, "Dey grow up so fast, don't dey?"
Dec  8 00:13:49 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Nervously brushing her violet hair behind her ears, Althea moves closer to the musician. In a small voice she stammers, "Y... you're really good. Did... did you write that yourself?" Almost immediately, she bites her lip and retreats several steps, worried that she has plucked the musician from his dreamworld.
Dec  8 00:16:36 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy closes his eyes, thinking of running. He took another deep breath and let it out slowly. Following this his body slowly began to change shifting briefly though all the forms then into the Lupus form. He looked around happy in this new form, becoming accustom to the improved senses. As he tried to speak, however this came out as a little yelp. His form was small, and was covered in dull grey fur.
Dec  8 00:17:56 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Aww...! Houdini, look! So cute!" She would lightly nudge the tiny furball with the tip of her nose as she looked up at Simon.
Dec  8 00:20:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming to have none of the girl's social consciousness or manners, the willowy youth continues to walk in slow steps around the musician, still half bent over, movement somewhat clipped in their flow. Hands move from their positions at his side and upon his chin, beginning to reach out towards the guitar player, then recoiling quickly. This action is repeated several times before the youth softly clears his throat, standing up straight and running long fingers through tousled golden curls.
Dec  8 00:23:52 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The little wolf made no gestures, just stood staring. Then speaking in the english. "I think I got this." His voice was for the most part the same. His tongue rolls out the side with a little pant, His tail wagging.
Dec  8 00:30:19 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: When she looked to Mich, her expression was..what could best be described as doubtful. "Ey, you know...da way people went teach me stuff...I dunno if I would be one good teacha anyway. You doin good though...so tank you, yeah?" Giving him a real smile.
Dec  8 00:31:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Would you donate your body to science when you die?" is asked in a deceptively velvety tone to the musician, the youth's cerulean eyes now glued to the other man's hands. Head tilting to the side slightly, he once more bends slightly at the waist, palms resting upon his slender thighs. "To see how you work?" A pale brow is raised in true questioning, a few curls spilling over finely-drawn features.
Dec  8 00:31:57 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub sat back on its hind legs balancing slightly, then back down on all fours. Looking down at his front paws he noticed around his wrist the braclet he wore was still there. "Hey look." He stood back up on his hind legs, looking at first as if he was preforming a trick.
Dec  8 00:33:40 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: DENIED.
Dec  8 00:34:04 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: It wasn't.
Dec  8 00:34:27 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: ...denied.
Dec  8 00:35:11 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: ...
Dec  8 00:35:42 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A meteor flies down from the heavens, annihilates Maxwell for choosing the wrong tribe, and then a flaming lash slices Viranka in two.
Dec  8 00:37:51 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The little wolf closed his eyes and slowly began to change, This form looking much like young Simon however taller and hairer. He looked at his hands and feet. "Wow, Im kinda like Beast, Only Im not blue." His voice as slightly gruff as he spoke, A toothy grin on his face.
Dec  8 00:38:50 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Politely averts her eyes..he's only 12 after all...
Dec  8 00:40:42 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: pretends to be struck and falls to the floor break falling as he does, rolling back foward he stands into a pop up front kick before landing and falling into a dragon sweep into a tornado kick. Finally landing he pulls to attention and bows to his invisible enemy.
Dec  8 00:41:41 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: ARches her brows curiously and asks, "Why would I do that?"
Dec  8 00:43:20 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Simon flexed his new found muscle slightly. HE then looks up. "Step sideways?"
Dec  8 00:45:13 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Points to the mouse she's holding by ducking her head slightly.
Dec  8 00:46:36 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "How do I do it?" He nods, looking like he is ready for anything.
Dec  8 00:48:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Boy.", is stated, almost at random, in a flat tone. One hand, once more hanging by the youth's side, makes a vague gesture towards his crotch in a gesture verging on crude. Nodding his head once, a dark smile once more seems to dance lightly upon his rather feminine lips, strides casually carrying him away from the musician. "Pity. I've always, wondered if people really, were prettier on the, inside." His tone is almost gentle in its velvety feel, sliding easily over his tongue and through his lips
Dec  8 00:48:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head whipping around in one swift movement, "How about you?", is then posed to the girl, the youth's steps having carried him within a few steps of her.
Dec  8 00:53:52 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. He takes one step sideways. "Alright... How do I know it worked?" His eyes still closed.
Dec  8 00:55:36 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Sighing, she would rummage through what was left of her jacket and pick up the few things that were important there in... And then, once Simon was across...she would pull out a fan, flicking it open and waving it once before looking down at few bits of dew...and stepping sideways.
Dec  8 01:01:54 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her fan was snapped closed and tucked lovingly between her cleavage. Briefly, a shadow circles her, as it swirls up her body it turns from dark to light and gives off no malignant feeling. Laughing softly she seems to nuzzle into the color changing spirit before it fades off, having only come to greet its ally before departing.
Dec  8 01:03:28 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy opens his eyes slightly. He seems to be speechless for a moment. "Wow... Hey, where is Houdini." He brings his hands down infront of himself slightly uncomfortable in this form.
Dec  8 01:03:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Broad-yet-thin shoulders shrug slightly in an almost childish manner as cerulean eyes study the girl now. "It's an honest question.", is commented in a rather soft tone as the youth takes a long, slow stride towards the girl. "Does it scare, you, then?" Angelic features seem both detached and alive with questioning all at once. One arm rises from the youth's side, reaching slowly towards the girl before a simple rotation of his shoulder allows his deft finger to loosely gesture towards the musician 
Dec  8 01:04:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: musician once more, even as his gaze never wavers. "Do you know anything classical?"
Dec  8 01:05:41 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Opening a clawed hand, Michelangelo reveals Houdini in his palm, the rat squeaking softly in the spirit world, seeming a bit out of phase, and there is another rat seemingly superimposed atop it. "He's right here."
Dec  8 01:08:01 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiles and nods. "So this is called what?" He seems to be slighly reverting back to his childish curiousity. He turns around looking around him, then turns back to face the man.
Dec  8 01:14:06 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods slightly, "The Umbra." He walks closer looking at the Spirit, then down at Houdini. "He looks funny, Why?"
Dec  8 01:14:52 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Oh, this song takes me back. There's a scene in a movie where the characters headbang to the guitar solo. One of my friends slipped a disc." Althea's gaze hardens as she abruptly turns towards the kid. "I'm not afraid of you. You're weird, but I'm not scared." She smirks, trying to building up a confidence that she does not think she has.
Dec  8 01:20:14 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He looks around slightly "It doesn't hurt him does it." He reaches over to the mans palm, rubbing the tip of his finger, careful of the small claw, along Houdini's spine.
Dec  8 01:22:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Of course not.", is stated in an detached tone, the youth's head tilting slightly to look at the girl at an angle. Hands once more moving to press against his thighs, he bends at the waist, now looking at her at an upwards angle. A bemused look ghosts over the youth's face as he continues to stare, eyes half lidded and cheeks shadowed by his dark lashes. Head turning slightly, her peers at the musician once more, still from his new vantage point. "I'm not creepy, am I?", is asked in an innocent ton
Dec  8 01:23:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: innocent tone.
Dec  8 01:24:50 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiles and nods, gladly taking the little rat and holding him close. "Same way we got in... Only backwards?"
Dec  8 01:29:05 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods and closes his eyes, stepping sideways. When he opened them he was back in the forest. "Neat..." He whispered to himself. Then Content of pacticing he set Houdini down on a tree root. "Don't go anywhere Houdini." He closed his eyes and shifted back into Lupus form.
Dec  8 01:35:18 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Stupid Request Nuked.
Dec  8 01:38:01 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Folding her hands over her chest, she would likewise return through the veil. That is, assuming Mich didn't stop her for any reason.
Dec  8 01:41:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: As the girl begins to leave, the youth lets out, "This this has been bothering me all night this is something you NEED to fix for the love of GOD.", The words tumble from the youth's lips at a rapid pace, each running into the next with a sense of urgency. "Your pants. The cuffs, they're not even. I mean, it's simple. Just PULL THEM DOWN." A sigh of frustration is released as the youth begins pacing rapidly, his steps seeming to move in time with his words. "And while you're down there your shoelace
Dec  8 01:41:44 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: shoelaces is it that hard for you to make both sides the same length it's really very simple... Just for the love of GOD fix it!", is expelled now, hands tugging softly at the youth's own shirt. His gaze remains fixed upon the girl's departing form.
Dec  8 01:41:45 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub wags its tail as Vira returns. "Hey, I think Im getting the hang of this." Eager to try out his new found abilities he starts sniffinf around at the ground, becoming aware of all the new scent trails around him. His tail wagging as fast as it possibly can.
Dec  8 01:43:28 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Smiling faintly, she watched him play about with his new abilities. He DID make an adorable wolf...
Dec  8 01:54:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "That's. Worse.", is gritted out, the fine line of the youth's jaw visibly clenching tightly. His cerulean gaze is soon hidden under his eyelids, hands moving steadily upwards towards his temples. Squaring his shoulders and arching his back, a soft hiss is released, then nothing. Lapsing into silence, the youth straightens himself, hands falling away from his head as his arms lazily fall back down to his sides. Eyes flutter open slightly, frustration brimming in their pale-yet-brilliant depths. A fe
Dec  8 01:59:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A few tentative steps are taken in the form of an ever-expanding circle.
Dec  8 01:59:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The little wolf cub approached the Houdini, the little rat sniffing at him, then clinging to his nose nibbling lovingly. The cub smiled as best it could.
Dec  8 02:03:15 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Wrapped up in Mich's coat, she watched him play. The mouse's reaction was, of course, endearing. But she expected no less. His scent would still be his, after all. Just a bit more feral.
Dec  8 02:03:18 :: (GC) Endymion forced Michelangelo to status Cream Pie'd
Dec  8 02:03:36 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Slowly slipping back into the physical world, Michelangelo lets out a deep sigh, and begins to uncloud his mind. If this was to work, he would have to be respectful, and hope that his recent gain in status would pay off.
Dec  8 02:06:10 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: You feel relaxed.
Dec  8 02:06:18 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub, after pushing Houdini back onto log moved over towards Vira. Snifing slightly at her leg, he licked the bare skin exposed on the torn knee.
Dec  8 02:07:22 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Giggling softly at the sensation, she huffed out a breath..fluffing her bangs and reached out to run her fingers through his fur. "Hard to not like you...too damn cute..."
Dec  8 02:09:07 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub hopped up his front paws on her knees, His braclet still hanging from his paw. He looked up at her, his tongue hanging out the side. "You really think so?" He said following it with a small chuckle.
Dec  8 02:09:28 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: ..Nothing.
Dec  8 02:13:42 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Smiling, she nodded and leaned down to nuzzles her cheek against his furred one and then bury her face in the scruff of his neck, leaving her own throat exposed to him at the same time in a rather feal display of affection.
Dec  8 02:20:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming almost to have lost interest in the musician, the willowy youth's circle begins to ebb and flow, growing into an uneven and wavering line, almost seeming drunk in its mannerisms. After a few more steps, this drunken wandering becomes a visible line, turning perfectly straight halfway down the street. "Please straighten your shoes laces.", is called out in a quiet, soft tone, though there's not even a vague sign of a backwards glance as the willowy form disappears into the night.
Dec  8 02:22:17 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A light breeze begins to stir around Michelangelo, playing about his face and touching at his nose. It's a faint, curious breeze, and the sound of laughter is carried upon the wind. However, the moment that the Gnosis is willed into the figurine, every tree for almost ten feet, bows off to the side, flexing in such a way as plantlife of such a size should not be able to flex, and leaving a noticeable lack of coverage in the area.
Dec  8 02:22:56 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub obliged nuzzling her back, his eyes closed. He was careful to keep from rubbing his cold nose on her. "You smell good.. I never noticed before..." His voice still for the most part his own.
Dec  8 02:25:30 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub laughs slightly, "Yeah, I like having fur... I really don't know how I made it with out it before."
Dec  8 02:25:39 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: As the trees bend and flex, Michelangelo looks in awe a bit, never seeing this much of a force exerted on the physical world by a spirit. He looked up and his eyes grow cloudly as he looks into the Umbra to see what has come in response to his summons.
Dec  8 02:27:04 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "You wear it well.." Her accent was gone..which meant something was bothering her and she was being more introspective than usual. But she didn't realize she was doing it, it was merely one of her tells.
Dec  8 02:30:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A light breeze begins to stir around Simon, playing about his face and touching at his nose. It's a faint, curious breeze, and the sound of laughter is carried upon the wind. However, the moment that the Gnosis is willed into the figurine, every tree for almost ten feet, bows off to the side, flexing in such a way as plantlife of such a size should not be able to flex, and leaving a noticeable lack of coverage in the area.
Dec  8 02:31:34 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Simon
Dec  8 02:32:27 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub hops down and nerviously looks about. "Whats going on?" He pawed nerviouly at the ground.
Dec  8 02:34:16 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Peering into the Umbra, a very /large/ being is sitting on it's rear. At least, that would seem to be it's rear. It's shaped, not quite like any animal you've ever seen, but you get the impression that it's just put together wrong, waiting to be unlocked, and given the right form. It's flesh is mirrored, faceted in more than one-thousand sides, with each holding a different reflection of some being or another.
Dec  8 02:35:33 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her ears perk as much as they can in homid..and she lifts her head to the sound and the breeze. Watching the occurance, her brows lift slowly and her lips part slightly, teeth bared and tongue curling slightly as she inhales...'tasting' the air to see if she could glean anything from it. "Not sure..."
Dec  8 02:36:11 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Michelangelo
Dec  8 02:37:31 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Though the pair of you can see nothing, both get the impression that something very important is in the near vicinity. A feeling of power works through the room, tingling through bones and flesh, and causing the air to become charged with a noticeable static.
Dec  8 02:37:39 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Viranka
Dec  8 02:38:47 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The sight of the Incarna before the man very nearly causes him to fall over from shock, not expecting in the least to have brought one of Chimera's own avatars to his presence. He speaks up, in the spirit's own language, his voice sounding like soft wind chimes. "Hail to you, Incarna of the Lady of Mirrors."
Dec  8 02:40:03 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Somethin' wants our attention..." Straightening, she glanced around curiously. Fidgetting a bit, she dragged her fingers through her hair..the staticy feeling making her itch.
Dec  8 02:40:08 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub looks slightly to the ground sniffing. "Vira... Whats going on?" His question was repeated, this time charaged with more curiousity.
Dec  8 02:41:36 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The beast of a thing reaches out with something that could only be a hand, touching it to the ground. From the spot where hand and ground touch in the Umbra, the corresponding point in this world begins to change shape. Everything from grass, to shrubs, to trees, begin to take on a mirrored hue, losing their old existence and taking on a new one. This happens for at least twenty feet, though stops all around Michelangelo, leaving the nature for a foot on all sides, completely natural.
Dec  8 02:41:46 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Michelangelo
Dec  8 02:43:16 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She'd reach down to stroke his fur. "Welcome to da world of confusion... I dunno what's happenin most of da time, m'self..." Sounding almost apologetic. 
Dec  8 02:43:25 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: To the north side of this section of the forest, several of the trees, shrubs, and blades of grass lose their own existence, and become mirrored, taking on the hardness and reflective properties of it's new namesake. Several of them reflect, not what is near them, but the face of Michelangelo.
Dec  8 02:43:30 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Simon
Dec  8 02:45:21 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young cub approaches the reflecting plant life. He watches him carefully, unsure of what to say.
Dec  8 02:47:01 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Frowning momentarily, she watched the change and peered intently at the mirror image.
Dec  8 02:47:59 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "However, I wish to dedicate myself to you, and walk with your touch." He stares directly at the Incarna, face set. "I have slain an Incarna of the Wyrm on this night, not far from where we stand now. I offer this as proof of my worthiness."
Dec  8 02:53:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Every reflection in the mirrors begin to shift. None of them reflect that which is close to them, but across their length, they replay the events of the night, showing Michelangelo and his assault on the Ogre and the Baali. They continue to play this, over and over. No words are spoken. None at all. But you /know/. You know that Chimera is pleased, but that more is required. Her place is Wisdom. Glory and Honor do nothing to unlock the secrets of the Hidden World.
Dec  8 02:53:44 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young cub looks up at the mirrored image. "Scarred-With-Silver..." His voice somewhere between disbelief and amazement. "...Whats going on?" He lightly pads the ground below him with his two front paws.
Dec  8 02:58:53 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Michelangelo
Dec  8 02:59:18 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The mirrored surfaces begin to reflect the events of the night, with Michelangelo's assault on the Ogre and the Baali.
Dec  8 02:59:46 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Viranka
Dec  8 03:01:10 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Watching the images closely, she calmed a bit..not sensing any hostility she was only curious now.
Dec  8 03:01:31 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub sits down watching intently, not completely understanding that what he was watching was the events of the evening.
Dec  8 03:01:43 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec  8 03:06:26 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: All at once, the current images fade from the mirrors that surround Michelangelo. Their replacement though, is nothing that most would dare to look upon. The images of a barren, blasted wasteland appear, where nothing green grows, and the landscape is covered in dirt and rock. The horizon is lined with mountains, but there is no sun, nor moon, nor stars. There is just dust, a blurring, inescapable dust.
Dec  8 03:09:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The scene shifts forward a bit, offering the feeling that whoever is looking at all of this, is moving forward. Floating, even. You're carried over thousands of miles of desert and waste, all in the blink of a second. You're left at the base of a mountain, where several dark shapes all crawl up it's side. Werewolves, all of them, with skin as black as the night, and the ears of a bat. Their fur is disgusting, matted in greenish ooze, and their whooping calls sound hyena-like.
Dec  8 03:09:37 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: All at once, the current images fade from the mirrors that surround Simon. Their replacement though, is nothing that most would dare to look upon. The images of a barren, blasted wasteland appear, where nothing green grows, and the landscape is covered in dirt and rock. The horizon is lined with mountains, but there is no sun, nor moon, nor stars. There is just dust, a blurring, inescapable dust.
Dec  8 03:09:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The scene shifts forward a bit, offering the feeling that whoever is looking at all of this, is moving forward. Floating, even. You're carried over thousands of miles of desert and waste, all in the blink of a second. You're left at the base of a mountain, where several dark shapes all crawl up it's side. Werewolves, all of them, with skin as black as the night, and the ears of a bat. Their fur is disgusting, matted in greenish ooze, and their whooping calls sound hyena-like.
Dec  8 03:12:20 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The pause in movement is broken, and with sudden ease, you're scaling the mountain, moving up it's side with the speed of flight, with the movement of the mind. You reach it's peak, only to be dragged down into a cave, into the depths of a cavern that reeks of sulphur, and belches balefire from quiet, deadly pockets, every now and then. Treacherous is not even, in the least, the best word to describe this descent, as it would be made.
Dec  8 03:12:25 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The pause in movement is broken, and with sudden ease, you're scaling the mountain, moving up it's side with the speed of flight, with the movement of the mind. You reach it's peak, only to be dragged down into a cave, into the depths of a cavern that reeks of sulphur, and belches balefire from quiet, deadly pockets, every now and then. Treacherous is not even, in the least, the best word to describe this descent, as it would be made.
Dec  8 03:12:57 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The small cub's ears tuck backwards as he seems to try and shrink away from the images. He leans down resting on his front paws, eyes still glued to the images.
Dec  8 03:14:03 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Drops down to kneel beside Simon, ruffling the fur about his neck to try to calm him.
Dec  8 03:14:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Fast-forward a third time, you're at the bottom of the downward climb into the mountain. The ground has levelled out here, and there is nothing that lives at all. The whooping calls of the bat-eared werewolves carry down on the harsh winds that drive their way down the tunnel that you have just came from. An urgent feeling overtakes you, and forces you in the direction of a large crack in the side of the mountain's inner-wall.
Dec  8 03:14:48 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Fast-forward a third time, you're at the bottom of the downward climb into the mountain. The ground has levelled out here, and there is nothing that lives at all. The whooping calls of the bat-eared werewolves carry down on the harsh winds that drive their way down the tunnel that you have just came from. An urgent feeling overtakes you, and forces you in the direction of a large crack in the side of the mountain's inner-wall.
Dec  8 03:16:05 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub seems to whimper lightly, still watching intently.
Dec  8 03:17:41 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There, deep within the crack, a massive pile of black, barbed vines slither across the flesh of a brown-furred Garou in it's Crinos form. Where it's coating was once tinged with the silver of age and wisdom, it is now coated in the color of crimson blood, stained by the wounds left from the crawling, corrupted plant-life. Despite his form, his mouth seems to be working just fine, whispering something in the same pattern, over and over.
Dec  8 03:17:45 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There, deep within the crack, a massive pile of black, barbed vines slither across the flesh of a brown-furred Garou in it's Crinos form. Where it's coating was once tinged with the silver of age and wisdom, it is now coated in the color of crimson blood, stained by the wounds left from the crawling, corrupted plant-life. Despite his form, his mouth seems to be working just fine, whispering something in the same pattern, over and over.
Dec  8 03:20:30 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The view within the mirrors now shifts, turning about and putting you right in front of the Garou. His eyes are the color of emeralds, and though he shows no pain, the corners of each are matted down with the tell-tale sign of weakness, released. Over and over, he is repeating the Litany of the Garou, and an Oath to Chimera herself. At just the moment that you make out all of his words, you snap back into this world, and every mirror in the area shatters, leaving only nature behind.
Dec  8 03:20:34 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The view within the mirrors now shifts, turning about and putting you right in front of the Garou. His eyes are the color of emeralds, and though he shows no pain, the corners of each are matted down with the tell-tale sign of weakness, released. Over and over, he is repeating the Litany of the Garou, and an Oath to Chimera herself. At just the moment that you make out all of his words, you snap back into this world, and every mirror in the area shatters, leaving only nature behind.
Dec  8 03:21:02 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: You feel the power of the presence of the Incarna lift from you, as if a weight is gone from your shoulders.
Dec  8 03:21:08 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Michelangelo
Dec  8 03:21:40 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: You feel the strange presence of power lift from you, as if a great weight is removed from your shoulders.
Dec  8 03:22:14 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Slightly shocked by the sudden change the cub lets out a small bark then he looks around. A look of confusion in his eyes. His ears scanning on all sides.
Dec  8 03:24:18 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: No amount of racial hatred could make her feel anything but pity and outrage at the fate of the unknown wolf. Mumbling something in kheur, she looked around slowly as the presence faded. Was this what was holding the Fang up?
Dec  8 03:27:13 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Viranka
Dec  8 03:28:37 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub sat back on its heels, thinking deeply on what it had just saw. "Is that what it means to be Garou..." He says softly to himself.
Dec  8 03:30:39 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She almost spoke then literally bit her tongue, giving a little wince. A moment later, she looked down at him and said, "Guardians guard against somethin, yeah? Some tings...dey easy. Small time crooks... Some tings, dey hard...get good guys like us den gone have bad guys jus as strong.. Like the comics. Supa heros for supa villains."
Dec  8 03:33:28 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Closing his eyes he shifted back to his Homid form. Sitting naked on the ground he blinked, then turned and looked at her. "Yeah but in the Comics the good guys win." His statement making it obvious that the deeper meaning was not lost on him.
Dec  8 03:37:47 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy looked at her, a slight depressed look on his face and then he smiles. "But... If the good guys just give up, then the bad guys would win for sure." His smile grows slightly. "So I guess... We have to at least try... Right?" He tilts his head waiting for an answer.
Dec  8 03:40:31 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Lifting her hand, she'd make a shakah sign and nod..looking quite proud of him. "Exactly. We stay dyin out..and dey stay breedin' more an more... But when we lose hope and stop tryin'..? Das when dey really win. In da end, da Gods favor dose try hardest...so never give up, yeah? Always get hope."
Dec  8 03:41:19 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec  8 03:43:48 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiles wide and nods. "Houdini." He turns to the little rat, who was now down inside the tree roots. Houdini poked its head from the little hold it had found and sniffed the air, then scappered across the ground. Simon lifed him up and hold him to his nose. "Ya hear that Houdini, We are super heros now. You can be my side kick." He kisses the tip of his nose, Houdini gladdly nibbles his in return.
Dec  8 03:48:13 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Striding out of the woods rather silently, the massive man with the scars striding into this clearing, looking very weary, like an extreme amount of effort was expended on his part. He sits down heavily on the ground, mind still replaying the images that he saw in the Incarna and the mirror.
Dec  8 03:48:49 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She was glancing slightly upwards as she spoke next. "You know...we gotta go take you, da kine, clothes shopping now. And den Dedicate em to you... Here..." Shrugging out of the coat, she'd hold it out to him. When Mich returned, she would watch him..brows raised..but silent.
Dec  8 03:52:01 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He smiled. "I have a few changes of clothes in my bag." Then it struck him. "Where is my bag." He looks around frantically.
Dec  8 03:57:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks over at the man and blinks. "What I saw... Thats the end of the world isn't it?" His voice was mostly curious. He turned and faced him, letting Houdini rest in a craddle of his arms.
Dec  8 04:00:56 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The elder wolf shakes his head, eyes still closed. "No, pup, it wasn't." His eyes open, the shimmering in them seeming to have increased almost. "That was Malfeas...Hell. The Garou that you saw there needs to be rescued. And I must do it." He seems very weary, but set on this course of action. After a moment, he chuckles, and looks up at the boy. "So, you just indirectly met a spirit. Her name is Chimera, the Lady of Mirrors, or the everchanging. She sent an Incarna, or one of her avatars to speak w
Dec  8 04:04:02 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy looked slightly confused. "Why did I see it then?" He tilted his head to the side. "Are you going to need my help?" He seemed slightly excited at the thought getting to help. "I don't really know how I could, But I would try really hard."
Dec  8 04:07:49 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She would meander back shortly, his backpack in her hands. She hadn't moved or checked on the contents at all as she didn't want to poke around his stuff. Her approach was preceeded by a swishy noise from the long coat dragging as she walked..though she hitched it up a bit to lessen this.
Dec  8 04:08:11 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy thought on this fo a minute. "The good guys have to be brave, and they have to do scary things, since Im a good guy I can do those things too." He smiled and nodded. "If you will let me, I want to help, anyway I can. Just tell me what to do boss." He saluted him.
Dec  8 04:13:26 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Bah! It's yers and it smells like ya, I gone give em back lata!" Sticking her tongue out at him to show she was just being playful..her gesture in the direction of attempted friendship. Holding out the bag to Simon, she asked, "Where you goin den?"
Dec  8 04:15:25 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: @G"@gOch. Rule 'o thumb? Ye'll nat be doin' much wit' that now will ye? Shooda been more lake rule 'o wrist, eh?@G"@n
Dec  8 04:18:55 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy grabs the bag and pulls it open. He sets aside a small plastic container, which Houdini runs over and climbs into. He then pulls out a pair of boxers from the bottom of the bag and slips them on. "Thank you Vira." He pulls a loose fitting pair of jeans on, then a small blue tank top. "I guess my hoodie is toast..." He stands up feeling comfortable doing such again. Then looking at the straps on his back pack. "I really tore this up didn't I?"
Dec  8 04:25:48 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She made a face at him, showing she really wasn't that old after all..and enjoyed moments where she just got to act like a lil kid. Taking the card, she looked it over and then slipped it into her jeans pocket. Extending a hand to him, she'd say. "Tanks again, cuz. Really..."
Dec  8 04:26:42 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods, takes the card, and holds his backpack across his shoulders. "Alright Scarred. I will see you later, come get me when you go save her." He starts to walk out of the forest, yawning slightly. "Its gonna be a long walk home Vira."
Dec  8 07:26:31 :: (GC) Connection closed by Faristil.
Dec  8 15:31:42 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Grumbling vaguely as she exited the treeline, nearer the parking lot..fully intending to just walk home. She wore a long, LONG brown coat in place of her typical leather jacket. Pausing as she walked, she'd sigh and reach into a pocket to pull out a balisong. Flipping her wrist in a simple pattern, the blade slipped free and she caught the handles. Grabbing up the end of the coat, she decided to just buy Mich a new one at some point and began hacking at it to shorten the garment. "Damn tall as freak
Dec  8 15:31:58 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: friggin smell like him now...geh...!"
Dec  8 15:32:12 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy with long curly hair walked out from the forest. His broken back pack held across one shoulder, using both hands to hold it there. He was wearing a fresh outfit, however no hoodie to be seen. He had a large smile on his face as he looked up at the sky.
Dec  8 15:51:56 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Hearing the voice, her head snaps about to locate it, knife flicking from cutting to combat position...before she sees who it is. Relaxing just slightly, she frowns a moment and huffs out a breath..fluffing her bangs. Finishing off her impromptu tailoring she would drop the ends of the coat and straighten to look at Pell for a long moment, her expression conflicted. "Oh 'ey..."
Dec  8 15:54:19 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy smiles and waves at hearing the familiar voice. "Hey Pell." He nearly drops his backpack but quickly catches it. He looks around and whistles, although does not do so well, "What a mess..." Still having no memory of the evening.
Dec  8 15:58:26 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Her expression turned pleasant...her usual demeanor. Her knife danced in her hand with soft clicks, seeming more like she was just doing idle patterning. Her eyes met his for a moment before trailing over the gun. "Mm...told you we would, yeah? Didn't expect you still be here though."
Dec  8 16:00:31 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy looked between the two, unsure of what to say about the evenings events. He hefted up his back pack, getting a better grip and made his way to the man and car. "Awesome, We don't have to walk home."
Dec  8 16:04:31 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: A quandry...but, he lived in the same building anyway. It would be hard to relocate immediately so this was...something to roll with. Closing her eyes briefly, she touched the finger of her free hand to her temple as though she had a headache. With a decisive snap, she closed the knife and tucked it away in a pocket. "Good of ya, Pell." Her voice was light as ever.
Dec  8 16:06:39 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy stood next to him, stuggling slightly to hold his bag up. He switched his view between the two of them. "Vira? Are you feeling ok?"
Dec  8 16:09:59 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She gave them both a smile and nodded, then looked over to Simon specifically. "Jus' one headache, yeah? No worries... We go home so I can get into some clothes dat fit..." Tugging at the massively oversized coat for emphasis.
Dec  8 16:11:52 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nodded and made his way to the back seat of the car.
Dec  8 16:14:46 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy buckled himself into the car and say in the back, not saying a word. His backpack, which he headl close, was in his lap.
Dec  8 16:20:47 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Grabbing into the hood of the car, she'd stand looking rather weary for a moment before resuming her typical smile and looking back towards Simon.
Dec  8 16:21:33 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy climbed from the back seat, careful to not drop his bag. He looked around then stretched.
Dec  8 16:29:03 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy stands next to her looking up, and smiling. Hugging his backpack this his chest, he slightly shivers when the wind blows. However the smile doesn't fade.
Dec  8 16:31:22 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Oh? Where we goin'?" Brows arched she began walking towards the lobby.
Dec  8 16:32:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy followed behind the two.
Dec  8 16:37:23 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy followed, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small plastic container with holes drilled in it.
Dec  8 16:40:58 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She had to resist the urge to smack her palm against her forehead. Instead she fidgetted a bit for a long moment before shrugging out of the coat. She was wet, of course, as it had been raining. But most of the moisture had absorbed into Mich's coat which was now slung over her arm. Without anything covering her back, her tattoo could be seen...partially. Half hidden by her jeans, it was a yin yang with two tribal scorpions in it instead of the typical dots.
Dec  8 16:49:12 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Huh? Oh..." Don't let it in, don't let it in...MY space..don't let it in...IDEA! Giving him a slightly concerned look she'd lean in to whisper to him quickly..before giving a helpless shrug.
Dec  8 17:02:24 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy shakes his head. "Im jacking your internet." He pulled his lap top from his bag and held it under his arm in his other hand, the small container that held Houdini. He ran off towards the study.
Dec  8 17:09:32 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Looking around the room, there was a ghost of a smile on her lips. It was all so neat, compared to her place. Then again, she didn't know if dead things had too much for creature comforts..other than as a cover. Sighing, she'd cross to the window to read what was written there.
Dec  8 17:42:31 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Nah," he replies. "I'm askin' you to take me f'r who I am, not what I might be...an' I'm doin' the same for you. Who, not what.. The lass leanin' on me at the concert wouldn't hurt me...Or if she would, you'd better do't now, because y'prolly won't get a better chance."
Dec  8 17:47:38 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: action, there was no malice in her tone.
Dec  8 17:56:59 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: He leans forward to kiss and nip her throat lightly as she'd done to him, chuckling a little.
Dec  8 18:03:36 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "So..." Moving to nuzzle her cheek against his...he mighta been a dead thing, but he was still nice to rub against. "Da hell is a Baali...?"
Dec  8 18:07:06 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Having created a neutral area, she was reluctant to drive a wedge in it...but her curousity demanded otherwise. "So if you not one vampi'a...what den? You not human."
Dec  8 18:23:57 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Simon sat in the computer chair, his laptop linked to Pell's computer by way of a usb cable. He typed on his computer accessing various websites, when he stumbled upon the Pentagon's website. He began to surf around, looking though the various files and listings. He found a serch for the many files within their database. He typed in the word Garou, and waited for the search results.
Dec  8 18:29:57 :: (GC) Siol forced Simon to save
Dec  8 18:37:45 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A loud knocking sound can be heard at the door. "Mr. Pelliden Rieves, this is the Department of Homeland Security! Open up please!""
Dec  8 18:37:53 :: (GC) Simon rposed: His eyes grew wide as he stared at the information he saw. Quickly pulling a blank disc from his bag he begins to save everything he could to the disk for further study. As quickly as he could he removed himself from the website and began to surf newgrounds. In the background he was quickly incripting the files so that they appeared to be MP3 format.
Dec  8 18:38:54 :: (GC) Siol snoops Simon
Dec  8 18:39:10 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A loud knocking sound can be heard at the door. "Mr. Pelliden Rieves, this is the Department of Homeland Security! Open up please!"
Dec  8 18:39:54 :: (GC) Siol stops snooping
Dec  8 18:41:06 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Hearing the knock the oy pushes open the window and looks for the fire escape. He leaps down to it and starts down the path towards the ground. His heart starts racing he searches for a way to get away.
Dec  8 18:44:01 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The loud knocking stops, and the voice calls out again. "Please hurry Mr. Rieves, this is important."
Dec  8 18:49:18 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Two MIBs stand there at the door and they look completely flatly at the man. "Hello Mr. Rieve, may we come in?" Their black suits are finely pressed and their sidearms are obvious underneath their coats.
Dec  8 18:51:00 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Cursing under her breath, she'd slink back to the door, staying outta sight, to try and listen in on what was happening in the livingroom. Which means her player is moving rooms to eavesdrop!
Dec  8 19:01:23 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Running into the woods, he caught his breath then turned around looked back at the road. "Im sorry Vira..." His voice was genuinly sad, a small tear escaping his eye. He pulls open his backpack. "OH No! I forgot Houdini..." He wipes his eyes. "Im sorry Houdini..." He took a deep breath and started back towards the city.
Dec  8 19:05:36 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The suits don't make any expression and walk into the apartment. "Yes, we do, but formalities require us to ask." They look at the man and one clears his throat. "We have your computer traced to accessing our database, and hacking into some secure files. Care to explain?"
Dec  8 19:08:44 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The man nods, adjusting his shades. "Yes, we do. Happened approximately an hour ago." Their tone is flat, and completely serious.
Dec  8 19:11:53 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The man raises an eyebrow and then he speaks. "Simon? Where is this Simon?"
Dec  8 19:17:59 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The MIBs follow the man into the room and looks around, one sitting down at the computer. He quickly hits a few keys and nods. "Yeah, this was the access point." He hits a few more keys. "Code Omega. Big time." The other man nods and looks over to Pelliden and says quite flatly, "We need to talk to the boy, ASAP."
Dec  8 19:24:37 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The MIBs nod and the one attaches something to the computer, which beeps a few times before he unattaches it. "Alright then, we will. When he arrives, he will be taken into the custody of Homeland Security."
Dec  8 19:27:47 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The men don't change their expression. "He accessed classified information, and it is procedure to take him with us." The men's faces pale slightly as they talk, as if they are getting nervous about something.
Dec  8 19:33:55 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy stands outside the apartment and knocks on the door. His little heart racing in his chest. He sticks his hands uncomfortablly in his pants pockets as he waits for answer.
Dec  8 19:40:05 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: He clenches a fist by his side and pops his neck loudly.
Dec  8 19:45:50 :: (GC) Siol echoed: One of the men slinks backwards a bit, obviously put off by the man's words and body language. The other seems to be a bit braver and looks over at the man, pulling out a badge and shows it to the Irishman. "That suffice?" His tone is less forceful than before, and not so flat, emotion cracking in. "He, as I said, viewed classified material from your machine, and we want to question him."
Dec  8 19:49:22 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The little boy pushes open a the door alittle, "Pell... Vira..." He looks back and forth inside the room then closes the door behind him. "Are you here?" His voice was shakey and nevous. "Im sorry..." He called out agina, tears welling behind his words.
Dec  8 19:49:44 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: In the other room, Vira would retrieve Pell's gun from where he'd tossed it...just in case... As she had the time..she would slowly move up to Sokto form..partially as something to do, partially to try to hear across the rooms...and partially because she was paranoid like that.
Dec  8 19:55:10 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the men hear the small voice in the other room, they begin walking towards the source, eyes searching for the source of the voice, quickly spotting the small boy. "Simon, we would like you to come with us." The brave man looks back to Pelliden, and shakes his head. "It's classified for a reason sir, and civilians aren't meant to access it." The other man begins moving towards the boy.
Dec  8 19:56:34 :: (GC) Faristil forced Simon to save
Dec  8 19:56:37 :: (GC) Faristil forced Simon to soc
Dec  8 19:56:39 :: (GC) Faristil forced Simon to sco
Dec  8 19:57:39 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  8 19:57:58 :: (GC) Siol forced Simon to save
Dec  8 20:00:06 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy froze as the man apporached him. "I umm.. " He was lost at what to say, tears quickly welling up in his eyes. "Im sorry, I didn't know!" He hunkered down on the ground, clutching his knees. "I just came back to get Houdini... If you let me have Houdini I will go away..." He sobs, clutching his knees.
Dec  8 20:00:20 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  8 20:02:23 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: A great scream is heard as Lenny is eviscerated to dust.
Dec  8 20:03:13 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: In the other room, hearing Simon cry, she bit her lip to repress a growl. Taking a slow breath..she waited to see how this played out.
Dec  8 20:03:43 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Lenny has suffered Final Death. We mourn for them.
Dec  8 20:03:46 :: (GC) Siol forced Lenny to quit
Dec  8 20:05:24 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: Faristil has forced you to 'delete'.
Dec  8 20:05:24 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: Type delete again for confirmation.
Dec  8 20:10:02 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The wimpier suit nods and throws the switch on the light, and the computer powers down, as well as the rest of the devices in the room. The stronger willed suit walks over to the boy and bends down in front of him. "We can bring Houdini with us. We just want to talk to you." He smiles at the boy, obviously knowing tactics for this sort of thing.
Dec  8 20:13:58 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy looks up and looks into the mans face. He sniffles slightly, still very afraid. "Really..." He clings tightly to his knees, his gut screaming for him to not belive. Torn between childish innocence and gut feelings, he sits unmoving.
Dec  8 20:18:51 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The man nods and stands back up, holding out his hand for Simon to take. "We should go now, so we can get you back here soon, alright?"
Dec  8 20:20:43 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy blinks, fear welling up in the pit of his stomach. "I..I don't wana go..." He stands up and starts to back away from him. "You will make me go home."
Dec  8 20:27:37 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The little boy shakes his head furiously and he pulls away from the man. He looks around for a moment before he closes his eyes and murmurs something about the other side, and suddenly, he disappears from view.
Dec  8 20:33:43 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the boy catapaults on his almost completely unguide stepping through the Gauntlet, the wind whistles and whips through the air, stirring up clouds of dust and the smell of sulfur assaults his nose. His eyes would open to find him in the outermost reaches of Malfeas, a very real Hell.
Dec  8 20:37:49 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Lifting himself fround the dusty ground, He starts coughing in wild fits. The dust in the air stung at his eyes. "Were... am I?"
Dec  8 20:48:19 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The dust and dirt swirl around the young boy, and the rat in his hands squeaks loudly, and obviously terrified beyond all belief. It tries to dart from his hands, but then decides against it. Howls can be heard on the wind, eerie and dark, almost ghostly.
Dec  8 20:53:02 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy wraps his arms around himself, coughing as the dust clogs his lungs. He starts to walk forward, due to the trail of tears, dust making streaks on his face. "Vira..." He tries to speak but the dust merely produces more coughing fits.
Dec  8 20:59:40 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A howl sounds closer on the wind now, and the sound of footsteps can be heard in the dust as something approaches rapidly. The horde of creatures approaches, still hidden in the dust.
Dec  8 21:02:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks all about himself, unable shed anymore tears because of the dust. He whispers slightly to himself. "You have to be brave... You can't be scared." His words where shaky and his body trembled, however he shook this off. "I am brave! Im a Garou now!"
Dec  8 21:11:32 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Burning sands swirl into a tornado in the sky, revealing what approaches the boy. A pack of furred monstrosities approaches, flesh covered in pustules, obviously corrupted Garou of some sort.
Dec  8 21:14:23 :: (GC) Simon rposed: As fear grips his once more he swallows hard pushing it away. He stares at his pursuers, his face bold and determined. His arms still wrapped his body. His memory flashes back to the images he saw within the Mirror. "Your the people keeping Scarred's friend here arent you?" After he speaks he is choked with the sand once again.
Dec  8 21:20:27 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The pack howls and leers at the boy, loping around him with a grin. "Seems like we got us a fresh one boys. What'cha think we should do with 'em? Skin 'em alive maybe? Throw 'em to the big shits?" One bat eared beast looks at the boy and his tongue lolls out the side of his mouth, green and yellow slobber sizzling on the ground.
Dec  8 21:24:54 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy stairs at the beast speaking with him, His body convulses slightly as tears try to force themselves out but are unable. "I said I want you to give the Garou back..." His voice falters, but there is a strength behind it.
Dec  8 21:29:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The ethereal ground of the Umbra falls away from you, and out of sight. How odd. You begin fall, down, down, down, and with the end of the maddening descent, you land face-down, right next to Simon, and right in the middle of the Black Spiral Dancer ring.
Dec  8 21:35:28 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Seeming to fall from nowhere, the massive silver furred werewolf shakes his head, stunned a bit as he gets to his feet, dirt covering his fur from his rough landing. His shimmering eyes flash out to look at the wolves surrounding him, and his eyes narrow.
Dec  8 21:45:22 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy did not look away from the beast he was speaking with. His eyes stung by the hot sands around him. He moved his hands down to his sides, clutching his hands in a tight fist.
Dec  8 21:51:23 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Mmmm. Like moths to a flame..", one of the bat-eared beasts snarls, snapping his jaws and showering his companions with green, glowing drool. All at once, the large, unwieldy ears of the monstrous and corrupted Garou all lay back flat against their heads. They crouch down, as if preparing to spring for an attack.
Dec  8 22:20:59 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Two Dancers plunge forth, leaping from the ground and soaring through the air. Mid-flight, a pair of spiraled and chitinous horns rip through the flesh of the Dancer on the left, extending forward. Michelangelo stands bold, snarling at them, but when this done nothing, he steps to the side and brings his fist down onto the back of the right-sided leaping beast, smashing it into the ground. The horns of the other plunge into Simon's shoulder, impaling through it.
Dec  8 22:23:02 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The last two Garou, not charging forth into the battle at all, both pull out knives of an onyx, colouring. The first stabs itself in the leg, spilling forth green bile and greener Balefire, and the second stabs himself in the shoulder, doing the same.
Dec  8 22:50:58 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: With the horn of the Dancer still sticking into Simon's shoulder, he shakes his head about, thrasing, and attempting to get it out. Michelangelo, seeing this as an opportune time to strike, gnashes his teeth about in a great fury, and then whips out a Driftwood flute, and begins to play it. The garou on the ground keeps growling, but doesn't get up. Both with stab-wounds stop moving, as does the one, unfortunately, with his horns still in Simon.
Dec  8 22:52:41 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Balefire begins to drip from the wound where the horn sprouted from the Dancer, starting it's own downward spiral toward Simon's wound.
Dec  8 23:22:48 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Both of the larger, stronger and more aggressive of the Black Spiral Dancers both shake their heads, as if coming back to their senses, or lack thereof. The beast with it's horns in Simon pulls them out, taking a snap at Michelangelo's arm as he grabs for the kid, who's already began to grow larger, starting his transformation to Hispo. The Silver Fang jerks his arm out of the Dancer's bite, tearing flesh away, and putting his all into it, begins to drag him off and away from the battle, making a fai
Dec  8 23:23:16 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont) failed attempt to keep playing the flute through it all.
Dec  8 23:34:42 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Hey, you're the musician from yesterday," Althea says, nodding towards the man. She gets up and, holding her sneakers, walks to the bench and sits down next to him, folding her legs under herself in a comfortable pose. "Where are you going?" she asks.
Dec  9 00:02:37 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Michelangelo drops Simon as he begins to shift into Lupus, and the pair of them drop to all fours, having used their reserve of Rage to enhance the process. Though wounded, the pair of them make it a good distance. The two larger of the BSD continue to chase them down, both still in Crinos form, and the two smaller each reach into a pouch at their sides, pulling out a handful of green scales, and vials of balefire, and spilling both into the harsh winds of Malfeas, screeching hyena-like.
Dec  9 00:04:55 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Musicians are a dime a dozen here. Most of them wouldn't know a G chord from their asshole, but pretty much anyone with vocal cords thinks they can make it in LA." She relaxes a little, crossing her leg over her knee. Peering off into the distance, she licks her lips unconsciously. "Have you done any gigs? Coffeeshop open mics? Sitting on the sidewalk taking requests can't be very fulfilling or lucrative." She throws her sneakers on the ground and slides her feet back into them.
Dec  9 00:12:44 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Matthews song." She turns to face him and smiles.
Dec  9 00:32:34 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Putting extra effort into their flight, both Michelangelo and Simon begin to gain distance on the Crinos-formed BSD, who start to slow down. The Theurge pair, left /far/ behind now, continue to dance around and cackle, singing corrupt hymns to their totem. The ground begins to tremble and shake, as if it were trying to halt the progress of all who stood upon it.
Dec  9 00:57:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The dusted, barren lands of Malfeas continue to shake and tremble, tearing themselves apart so that they might birth horror into existence. Each Theurge, though none can see them at this point, is swallowed up into a gaping, fast-growing chasm. An ear-splitting screech rends the air, seemingly torturing it with it's very presence. Both Ahroun continue to give chase.
Dec  9 01:16:15 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The screeching turns into more of a roar now, the sound of which echoes across the blistered, seared, and cracked expanse of Malfeas. With no one looking back, none can see what is happening, but an intense, crackling roar begins to sweep quickly towards Michelangelo and Simon. Mich is the only one to hear the yelps of pain from the Ahroun BSD, which last for a moment, and then stop, suddenly.
Dec  9 01:20:26 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Same as before
Dec  9 01:29:03 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "You need your money for better things than overpriced restaurant food." She shrugs. "Consider it making up for the crappy tip I gave you yesterday." As soon as she says this, she blushes again, wondering if she's being a little too nice. She bites her lip and looks around at her surroundings.
Dec  9 01:30:36 :: (GC) Siol forced Michelangelo to save
Dec  9 01:45:19 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The air behind the pair of lupus Garou begins to warm, noticeably, growing hotter by the second, and licking at their backs. In the corner of their visions, emerald flames dance about, with as much dexterity as can be expected from a chasing wall of mystical flames. The screeching sound of rage flares up again, but this time, is less focused on for the sight of the shimmering rift that lies just ahead. You'll never make it. Not without every ounce of intent that can be coerced forth.
Dec  9 01:51:42 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I was going to say something about neck-biting being a second-base move but, yeah, awkward. So what have you been up to in LA? Just playing on corners, running into random weirdos like myself?" She smirks, then cracks her knuckles.
Dec  9 01:58:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The flames rush forth, washing over the pair of you, and literally bathing you in their dangerous warmth and radiance. The smell of scorched fur reaches the sensitive noses of you both, just before each jumps forward, putting all effort and willpower into the action. Michelangelo hits the rift first, going right through, with Simon hitting it second, getting his rear legs caught, but finally skittering through.
Dec  9 02:02:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The both of you fall, several feet, landing on a sanded beach. In the air above, great gouts of emerald flame push through the rift, charring the air itself, before going dead, the rift sealing. The pair lie there, in the sand, the beautiful blue ocean lapping at their limp, broken, wounded, and still smoking forms.
Dec  9 02:04:56 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Pushing the door open, she'd stare at the figure on her bed and give a soft huff. "Yanno..can smell dat practically from outside..." Stepping in, she closed and locked the door behind herself before crossing to stand at the foot of the bed and peer down at him, hands on her hips. "What'chu tink you doin here anyway?"
Dec  9 02:15:36 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Well, I've lived in and around LA all my life. I mean, come on, how many punks *aren't* from the suburbs?" She laughs. "I get a lot of creeps at the bookstore I work at. Apparently aisles are really great places to touch yourself to paintings in art books. Plus I've been running into that weird kid from yesterday. He kinda freaks me out a little - he threatened to kill some random people when I didn't want to answer some of his questions a few days ago." She plays with her hair again, this time smo
Dec  9 02:15:53 :: (GC) Althea rposed: smoothing out her bangs. "Lately I've been a bit of a homebody, so I haven't had too many crazy adventures."
Dec  9 02:17:32 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Glares at him, stalking around the bed to lean over him and prod him in the chest. "I should smack da smirk right off dat face..." Instead, assuming the joint was in his hand at the time, she would kick up off the floor to straddle him on the bed and lean closer to kiss him, hard.
Dec  9 02:39:33 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The dinging of the bell that seems to be omnipresent in every establishment lets everyone know that a new arrival has made it into the establishment. A few turns their heads to see, and their attention is caught. Through the door strides a somewhat tall frenchman with sandy blonde hair that reaches down to partially obscure the view of his mirrored sunglasses. He walks into the establishment with perfect confidence, almost oozing je ne sais quois as he walks past several waitresses, completely ignor
Dec  9 02:39:41 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Completely ignoring them.
Dec  9 03:01:54 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "You can't go wrong with Dead Kennedys, though." Althea nods her head along to the music. "So what kinds of music do you play? Anyone who can play Train in Vain that well is good in my book, anyway." A waitress sets down the order of fries on the table. Althea pours some ketchup next to them, eating the fries one at a time, slowly, covering each one in a thick coat of ketchup.
Dec  9 03:06:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Footsteps softly thud with a dull thump as a willowy form makes his way through the room, a detached expression settling upon angelic features. Both lithe arms are bent at the elbows and crossed over his rather androgynous chest, nimble fingers tapping absently against the small patches of bare skin visible through the thin sleeves of his shirt. Cerulean eyes pan the room in an idle manner, detached gaze flicking from person to person. Recognition alights withing their pale yet brilliant depths, tho
Dec  9 03:25:35 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Mm...!" He's caught a little off-guard but falls into kissing her back soon enough.
Dec  9 03:33:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gulden curls obscure the androgynous youth's fine features as he tilts his head slightly to the side, elegant neck craning slightly from the angle as his gaze follows the girl as she departs, one eyebrow, a few shades darker than his hair, raising slightly in an almost questioning manner. Eyelids shadow his eyes for a moment, a fan of dark lashes casting shadows over his pale cheeks. In one swift and fluid motion, his head turns around and straightens easily while at the same time his long and casua
Dec  9 03:34:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: casual strides carrying him slowly over to the seat so recently vacated.
Dec  9 03:47:49 :: (GC) Endymion forced Sieg to save
Dec  9 03:54:16 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Pale hands are curled inside of the thin sleeves of the youth's shirt before he sits down, preventing the flesh of his palms from touching the sides of the chair as he braces his torso while his long legs pull the chair inwards. After two small scoots, the youth slips his hands out once more, arms raising upwards so that nimble fingertips can push the plates away from him and towards the center of the table. After this task is completed, he looks up at the black-haired young man for a moment, asking
Dec  9 03:54:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: asking bluntly, "Did you make any money today?"
Dec  9 03:57:09 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Leaning forward slightly so his hair falls over his eyes, the raven haired man offers the meekest of shrugs as he takes in the aroma and warmth of the tea. Not looking up he apparently takes another sip, "No. Not really."
Dec  9 04:03:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Bringing his elbows up onto the top of the table, the youth begins to carefully rearrange the silverware, switching a spoon from one side to the other several times, placing it in a different direction each time. Every now and then, he pauses and taps his fingers several times upon the table, pace becoming more rapid with each small bit of contact. "That's no fun.", is commented in an idle manner, soon followed by, "You can get a few bucks for donating blood."
Dec  9 04:07:57 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: alone.
Dec  9 04:15:16 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A broad, yet thin, shoulder is shrugged. "Okay.", is offered in reply, the youth's voice quiet and almost demure, if not for the feel of velvety darkness flowing through the word. Picking up the fork now, his cerulean gaze studies the item with a somewhat critical gaze before placing it back down beside the spoon. Repeatedly, he nudges the item gently so that it's perfectly aligned with the knife. "I never, actually, asked you to. Just if."
Dec  9 04:20:54 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Seeming unphased the darker of the two porcelin individuals sips his tea, his doe brown eyes meetin the others cerulean gaze. Unblinking, unmoving, making no sound at all.
Dec  9 04:26:24 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Pelliden, too, bites harder, but it's obviously not the type of bite he'd use for feeding or embrace. He wraps his arms around her, squeezing lightly.
Dec  9 04:28:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes easily meeting the darker gaze of the raven-haired individual across from him, he watches the other figure with a detached stare. Head tilting to the side once more, the youth continues to adjust the silverware, though now it's by sense of touch alone.  Fingers making their way to the knife, it's nudged with the tip of his index finger so that it lightly spins slightly upon the table. There's no malice and nothing really threatening about this action. Rather it's far more akin to a child's curi
Dec  9 04:29:06 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: child's curiosity.
Dec  9 04:31:19 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: puts his attention a little higher, kissing her passionately. There were things he wanted to ask, too...but they'd wait.
Dec  9 04:42:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Straightening his head, then tilting it to the other side, the youth's hands abandon the knife, having neatly aligned it with the rest of the silverware. If, that is, 'aligning' means forming a neat triangle before him. Hands ghosting over the items, one finger gently hooks onto the spoon once more, tapping slowly against the metal with the tip of a fairly short nail. A dull ping is let out with each tap, the movement becoming louder and more rapid with each touch. There's no rhythm to the sound, ju
Dec  9 04:42:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: just repetitive noise and motion.
Dec  9 04:45:57 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: His eyes never leave the others, as he stops the blade at an akward angle. Speaking finally, "Is there a reason you find me so curious, that you'd be so unkind as to take a seat in a chair that wasn't yours not moments before?"
Dec  9 04:52:03 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: His mouth finds her neck again, nipping its way down her collar.
Dec  9 04:57:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "It was warm. And because I can.", is stated simply, the youth's head slowly straightening. "And music, is fascinating, if you think about it. It's a vibration, a slight adjustment in, the air around us. And yet, such a simple, thing can bring, both, pleasure and pain. It's unique." Cerulean eyes scan the area, eyes falling upon various other forms, gaze lingering before moving on. "Or was it that you were convenient? A casual place to sit without looking suspicious..." Voice trailing off, the youth
Dec  9 04:57:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: the youth's taping, having continued through every word spoken, becomes harder and faster.
Dec  9 05:00:44 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Viranka
Dec  9 05:00:50 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec  9 05:09:16 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The tapping stops now, the hand performing the task going almost limp for a moment before the entire arm is languidly outstretched across the table in one smooth movement. Gently, the youth lowers his head, then rests it upon his biceps, cheek nuzzling the fabric of his shirt in an almost alluring or seductive manner. Once more, eyelids lower over his gaze, darkening in shadow. The other arm is also placed upon the surface, bent at the elbow so that long fingers can entangle themselves within his cu
Dec  9 05:09:25 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: curls. "I suppose I'd find a way to repay you."
Dec  9 05:24:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Spoken in Latin, his tone little more than a gentle whisper, the youth simply replies, "Strength is not what lifts a sword. Darkness swallows night. The waking giants fear us now as we craft away the light." His eyes open fully now, though his head remains pillowed upon his arm. Eyes glance towards the raven-haired man as he now speaks in English, voice still soft, though once more holding its velvety edge, "I've heard that poem a hundred times.", his gaze flicking towards the cup for a moment, he c
Dec  9 05:24:45 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: comments idly, "Money is so droll."
Dec  9 05:39:06 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A spark of curiosity flares withing cerulean irises, and the youth's head turns slightly, still atop his arm. "And what is it that I am exactly?", is asked in an innocent manner as fingers untangle themselves from within golden curls. Slowly, the arm is slid off the table, landing neatly in the youth's lap, fingers slowly inching their way up a denim-clad thigh. "Tell me." The hand freezes, hovering over a pocket in an almost suggestive manner.
Dec  9 05:54:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "There's always time.", is whispered in a gentle, yet dark tone. Pale fingers slide easily into the pocket of the youth's jeans, even though when sitting, the denim clings to him like skin. A $$20 is pulled from his pocket in silence as he lifts up his head and slips his arm off the table in a fluid, sweeping motion. Straightening fully, the bill is dropped into the cup, though care is taken to ensure that no flesh makes contact with the item. Another show of liquid grace brings the youth easily to 
Dec  9 05:54:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: to his feet. Blinking once, a detached expression washes over his entire being. Platform boots thud gently on the ground as he begins to walk in an ever expanding semi-circle that eventually straightens into a line before he disappears from sight.
Dec  9 10:25:48 :: (GC) Sheltark rposed: The shops seem to bussle with everyday or at this case every night shoppers. Couples and family alike sit outside the cafe and take the nightly breeze, among the people there is a tall blonde muscular man, who walks alone, his walk is full of pride and a tint of arrogance as he looks around. He frowns slightly as he looks around, noting the cars and new technology, even the light globe seems to make him uneasy. He stops for a moment and sniffs like n animal
Dec  9 10:26:56 :: (GC) Cortez rposed: A man in a cloak walks along the sidewalk, sticking out amongst the traffic, he strolls casually, eying the area throughly, he face seems callous almost, as his eyes shift around the area.
Dec  9 10:32:39 :: (GC) Sheltark rposed: gangrel gen generation 8.." He doesnt look up from the ground, people are starting to find sheltark wied. 
Dec  9 10:37:03 :: (GC) Cortez rposed: Nodding, the man smiles a bit.  ""Hello Templar, It is good to see a friendly face, things are indeed.... in disarray here. As I was warned."  He frowns, with a pause.  "I am Arch-Bishop Cortez Malone, and I am glad to have your service here Templar."  He nods.  "How long have you been in the city, what have you seen?"  He asks calmly, crossing his arms.
Dec  9 10:47:26 :: (GC) Faristil forced Logan to save
Dec  9 10:55:12 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The sound of a roaring motorcycle engine can be heard approaching from the north with a tall broad shouldered man sitting astride it. Dark eyes focus forward on the road, slowly sweeping over vehicles with a somewhat cold and calculative gaze before lowering back down with a frown.
Dec  9 11:00:19 :: (GC) Sheltark rposed: he is not doing a job right i am honour bound to do it." he states in latin
Dec  9 11:08:41 :: (GC) Logan rposed: The high whine of a performance crotch-rocket shrieks in the distance an kawasaki ninja zx-14 weaving its way through traffic.
Dec  9 11:19:55 :: (GC) Logan rposed: The crotch rocket speeds down the street, slowing down considerably as it passes the three standing. The helmless rider glancing at the harley as he coasts by.
Dec  9 11:33:21 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Grinning ferraly the rider of the Kawasaki guns the throttle and leans back,  bouncing once before pulling the heavy crotch-rocket into a wheelie as he rides further down the street. Riding through the shadows cast between the streetlamps.(2 successes)
Dec  9 12:35:31 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: FIABJSDIGD BIRUJHKAgeSHDOIGIKHISDYUNIOREIJMT H9GRUTV8349UY 08AT9QU W4IHGJCVIBTVPA
Dec  9 13:49:45 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol sits on his throne.
Dec  9 13:51:43 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Herds of women molest Simon and scream, "We are pedos!"
Dec  9 14:10:56 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Hawaii," he says. "Now there's a place I always wanted t'go, if on'y once."
Dec  9 15:13:35 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: perhaps some human instinct lingers within Pelliden because he immediately rolls backward across the bed, peering over it.
Dec  9 15:17:03 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: he watches her with that classic, unmistakable, Animal Planet  'is she gonna eat me' look.
Dec  9 15:55:57 :: (GC) Faristil forced Sieg to doing is standing here
Dec  9 16:35:14 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Well, me full first name," he concedes. "Last is Rieves, by the way."
Dec  9 17:28:56 :: (GC) Chronos forced Johnny to save
Dec  9 17:30:34 :: (GC) Chronos forced Johnny to save
Dec  9 17:32:55 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  9 17:34:31 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  9 17:51:30 :: (GC) Faristil forced Johnny to save
Dec  9 19:16:03 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "I should hope so," he says, taking a step back to admire her. For obvious reasons,  his shirt fits a bit tighter on her. And for obvious reasons, he's okay with that.
Dec  9 19:22:15 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: When last we left off, the pair of Lupus-formed Werewolves were laying in the sanded beach of a beautiful stretch of land, with the waves of the bluest ocean lapping at their limp, exhausted forms. Both of them carried several wounds, which still bleed freely.
Dec  9 19:28:43 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  9 19:31:11 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young cub struggled to lift itself from the ground. His wounds hurting him badly, His eyes barely aware of the new location he was in. "Scarred...." His voice was ragged and torn, He slowly moved over to the limp mass that was Scarred-with-Silver. "Get up..." He gentle nudged him with his nose.
Dec  9 19:32:37 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The older lupus lies, body scorched in the sand, completely drained of all energy, and most of his will. He was breathing, but barely, the wound on his body still bleeding profusely. His shimmering eyes remain shut, and he barely moves, if at all. After a moment, he manages to speak. "Do me a favor...don't step sideways without guidance next time..."
Dec  9 19:37:38 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The younger wolf lays down next to him, a slight whimper coming from him. "Im sorry..." That was all he could say, unknowing where the will to carry on within him came from. His body was ungodly weak and injured, however the breeze was quite pleasant. "Where are we?"
Dec  9 19:39:19 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Standing by the main stage an man with wild-hair watches the girls a little pyramid of ones in front of him.
Dec  9 19:43:41 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Scarred continues to lie on the ground weakly, but he opens his eyes after a moment, and he stands up, shakily. "I'll live..." He looks around and takes in a ragged breath. "Not entirely sure where we are..."
Dec  9 19:47:03 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young wolf stands again and looks about. "Wow... This place is amazing." His breath still ragged, and his fur matted with blood from his wounds. He walks, heavily favoring his front leg. He stands at the waters edge, letting the ebb wash the water over his front paws.
Dec  9 19:48:58 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The water of the ocean washes over Simon's paws, stinking the wounds there, and causing him to yelp a bit, but when the tide ebbs once more, some of the wounds have healed, faster than most could ever account for.
Dec  9 19:51:40 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The lithe and striking Englishman doesn't seem to be wearing his swords on this evening, and that fact in itself would cause him to look quite different than most would be accustomed to. Instead, he wears a plain shirt of black, and a pair of blue jeans, the legs of which cover the tops of a pair of snakeskin cowboy boots. His hair, mahogany and ever-rebellious, has been half-tamed and pulled into a tail, so as to not interfere with his intense gaze. A small bit of stubble grows at his chin, matchin
Dec  9 19:51:58 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: matching the color of his other hair.
Dec  9 19:53:56 :: (GC) Endymion forced Simon to save
Dec  9 19:57:53 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Jumping back from the water a bit he looks around. "What is Summer Country?" His voice filled once more with the natural childish curiosity. He walked forward, his body crouched fairly low to the ground still favoring his front leg, and swatted at the water. Then he walked deeper into the water letting it rise to his mid-torso.
Dec  9 20:00:22 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..What expertise would that be..?", Gareth asks, arching a mahogany brow in the direction of Pelliden, and folding his arms over his chest as he leans back against a truck in a parking lot. His voice, so enchanting as ever it is, rings clear into the silent, still night air of the parking lot, "..In a spot of trouble, or something..?". He eyeballs Viranka for a moment, as if musing over her presence.
Dec  9 20:01:05 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: As Simon wades deeper off of the beach and into the water, his other wounds begin to close up, when bathed.
Dec  9 20:03:17 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec  9 20:08:29 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub turns back, closing his eyes, then shifting into his Glabro form. This new form larger and stronger than his homid, he moves over to lift up the elder wolf. "I think this water will help you." His voice ragged and still pained. He carried the wolf into the water, careful to keep his muzzle above the water.
Dec  9 20:19:26 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You start trusting people with your life like that, and eventually, it breaks down. Trust me on that one..", the Englishman states, in a no-arguements sort of tone, showing that his enchanting voice can go in both directions. He offers a light sigh to kiss the night air, before going on, "..Give me the thing. Whatever you said you had, and I'll see what I can do about it. I'll need time though, so don't expect it back until tomorrow or the next day..".
Dec  9 20:22:57 :: (GC) Logan rposed: The distinctive whine of a performance bike permeates the night-air before a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-14 comes into view, the rider a stocky man without a helmet pulling into the parking lot.
Dec  9 20:30:40 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy reverts back to his breed from, the tender young boy, his shoulder still slightly wounded and an obvious scar where the horn had impaled him. "Scarred, You said this is where Gaia rested... Who is gaia?" He turned looking at him. "I remember you telling me about Luna."
Dec  9 20:43:49 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy laid back in the water, letting its healing effects take place. "The mother of all things." His mind rushed back to his own mother, and he shook his head slightly trying to forget the memory. "Is she a good mother? Cause... My mother wasn't a good mother... she was never around, and didn't even care about me." His words where tainted with no hatred, only the truth though a childs eyes.
Dec  9 20:45:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Ah. Those. They're sneaky, and no doubt they'll tuck away most of the information that is gleaned, but they're not stupid enough to hide parts of it from me. I am, after all...well, you know what I am..", Gareth admits, not moving from his leaned position against the truck. He watches the pair, both man and woman, before pocketing the small object, "..I'm going to have a job for you soon. Nothing hard. Just tedious. But I'll let you know in private..".
Dec  9 20:51:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Rather than offering a response, Gareth gives Pelliden one of those, 'Are you stupid?' looks that suit his face so well.
Dec  9 20:53:55 :: (GC) Logan rposed: His shadow considerably taller than his stocky stature Logan pushes open the apartment doors, making his way inside.
Dec  9 20:59:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The starts to rub his shoulder, still having pains in it. "Where is she. You said she rested here before the wars... But where is she now?" He paused looking around at the beautiful place, not understand why someone would want to leave. "And can we go see her? I would like to meet her."
Dec  9 21:11:35 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods in response, still playing in the water. "So Scarred, what happens next?" He kicked the white sand below the water around with his toes. "Are we going to be staying here now? Because if we are, I really like to find away to bring Houdini here, Oh and Vira would like it here too." He paused again, something occurring to him. "Why do you have two names? Your Michelangelo and Scarred-With-Silver. Is Scarred a nick name, because..." He voice changing to a harsh whisper, "...Your covered in 
Dec  9 21:11:50 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "...Your covered in scars?" Spoken as if the last part was a secret.
Dec  9 21:17:17 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The elder Garou keeps his shimmering eyes closed, resting silently for the moment. "I have two names becuase one of my mortal born name, and the other is the name I got from my Rite of Passage." He shivers a bit at mention of the Rite. "Yes, it is because I am scarred. With the silver blades of my own sept, no less..."
Dec  9 21:21:25 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy tilts his head to the side. "Where they mad at you?" He swam closer to the shoreline so he could sit facing the open water. "And if that happens in a Rite of Passage, I don't wana have to do it... It sounds scary, and painful." His knees where pulled close to his chest, hugging them. He started to cry slightly, the events of the day rushing back to him.
Dec  9 21:22:16 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Jingling his keys in his pocket an stocky wild-haired man makes his way into the restaurant moving past the hostess into the bar where he takes a seat at one of the stools. Murmuring "Beer." to the bartender.
Dec  9 21:30:45 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The elder Garou stands up and trots painfully over to Simon, sitting down next to him in the water. He looked ver to the boy, and gave his face a lick, wiping away the tears. "It won't happen for you like that Simon. I promise."
Dec  9 21:33:28 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nodded and smiled. "Ok... I guess if it won't be bad, I will do it." He wipes the tears from his other eye. "So... Are there other people here?" He looked around for other creatures. "And if not, Its pretty here, but I would like to get Houdini... I think he would like it here. He loves the water."
Dec  9 21:41:24 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Digging into his jeans pocket the stocky man tosses a couple dollars and change into the guitar case, turning the remnants of his beer up to chug it down. With a slow heady sigh he says "Not bad , Kid."
Dec  9 21:49:24 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods and stands up. "No better time than the present right?" He starts to walk up on the beach. "Thats what Cooper always said. He said lots of weird things like that. Like, We always have to keep trying, because if we give up who else will try." He stretched slightly, the warm sun felt good on his wounded flesh. "He was really smart, he always had answer for things." He looked down at his feet. "I wonder if he would know where to go?"
Dec  9 21:53:38 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Simon
Dec  9 22:01:29 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nodded in agreement. "What did Vira mean by you should talk to him?" he scratched his head and turned around. "And what does his tattoo have to do with anything." Bending down he drew it one the ground, it took the rough appearance of the Bone Gnawer symbol. "I think it looked like that..." He shrugged and stared at it.
Dec  9 22:10:08 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "Cooper was related to me?" He things on this for a second then shrugs. "I dunno How, My mother is from New England and my Dad says he doesn't associate" He struggled with this word. " with rif-raf like him."
Dec  9 22:15:34 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy shrugged, his underlying meaning going over his head. "Well, Were are we going?" He walked across the beach looking around. He quite enjoyed the warm sun and cool ocean breeze, he had never been to the ocean and wasn't liking the idea of leaving.
Dec  9 22:33:54 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy starts walking down the beach. "You can think and walk at the same time right?" He didn't stop while speaking merely contenuing on along the beach, his hands held behind his back. He looked around searching for some kind of wildlife.
Dec  9 22:34:41 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Viranka
Dec  9 22:41:39 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec  9 22:43:44 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol nods at Trista.
Dec  9 22:45:09 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Something happens as Trista does whatever.
Dec  9 22:46:04 :: (GC) Logan rposed: "Do I look like a scientist?" Logan says dead-pan, finishing off the chicken strips and pounding upon his chest a few times with a half-hearted burp. "You wanna know about that you find the inspiration for prof-X and ask him to explain it."
Dec  9 22:51:23 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol smiles.
Dec  9 23:06:56 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: After a few moments in walks a young man, apparently in his mid to late twenties, Dressed down in a simple brown leather jacket, a white undershirt and blue jeans. Sporting fiery red hair, and ruby red shades over his eyes he walks up beside logan, leaning on the bar. Cyclops sighs and orders a drink saying, "Hey Logan."
Dec  9 23:07:15 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: After a few moments in walks a young man, apparently in his mid to late twenties, Dressed down in a simple brown leather jacket, a white undershirt and blue jeans. Sporting fiery red hair, and ruby red shades over his eyes he walks up beside logan, leaning on the bar. Cyclops sighs and orders a drink saying, "Hey Logan."
Dec  9 23:10:06 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Shrugging abit as he pays for his beer he takes a sip, "Watcha want me to say? I expected to find you here, so I came here. Only so many dives in town."
Dec  9 23:27:06 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Scott pffts and downs his drink, "Ya, right.. anyways, theres been word from up top. Theres some creepy little mutant wandering around. Blonde hair, hard to tell if boy or girl. Just wanted to give you a heads up. No one's sure what their powers are, but with a creepy attitude like this one's got probably ain't the good guys."
Dec  9 23:31:14 :: (GC) Endymion forced Trista to aura Purebreed: 2
Dec  9 23:44:23 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Scott finishes his beer and pats Logan upon the back before heading out of the bar. Offering a departing wave, "Later Logan, try not to leave too many dead bodies behind this time."
Dec  9 23:45:40 :: (GC) Logan rposed: His bulky shoulders stiffening a little as the other man pats his back the hair upon the back of his neck visibly stands up to the careful observer "Yea whatever , Scott." He murmurs in a deep timbre. Placing the remains of his beer down upon the bar with a heavy sigh.
Dec  9 23:48:23 :: (GC) Logan rposed: As Scott exits Logan crumples up the piece of paper, tossing it over his shoulder with a derisive mutter.
Dec  9 23:52:41 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The moment that Pelliden begins to process the first amounts of blood from the Bastet, his pupils dilate, as the rage from the nourishment wraps around his mind, spurring him into what a vampire would refer to as a frenzy. The rage passes through him, embolstering his limbs and shutting out his logical mind, his inner-beast thriving now. He bites down twice as hard on Viranka, with no intent to let go.
Dec 10 00:01:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A low, rumbling growl issues forth from Pelliden's throat, reverberating against the flesh of Viranka, as he continues to feed from her, without intent for surcease. Viranka's expression contorts a bit, as she realizes that something is not right here, however, this lasts for less than a moment, before she sinks back into the pleasure of the Darkest Kiss again.
Dec 10 00:03:24 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Stepping off the elevator Logan snifs around, moving clockwise he starts at the door to 2a and makes a clockwise trip around sniffing at each door in turn.
Dec 10 00:08:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Viranka, calling upon her ties with Gaia and the natural world, sacrifices a small bit of her spirit-self, breaking the damning pleasure of the Kiss. She, however, does not escape the bite, itself, which continues to draw blood, causing Pelliden's arms to literally swell in size, and spider out pulsating veins of black.
Dec 10 00:14:57 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Viranka, pushing some effort into her next course of action, begins to split out of her own skin, or so it would seem. If she was strong before, for a woman, then what she becomes is nothing less than supernatural. Fur starts to spread, rapidly, over her entire frame, coloring itself in the familiar striping of a tigress. Massive claws pop from her fingers, which are quickly becoming large paws, with a dangerous elongation. Pelliden manages to hang on, feeding.
Dec 10 00:23:40 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Viranka reaches out with a clawed hand, grabbing Pelliden by the back of the neck, and tearing his fangs from the fuzzed-over flesh of her throat. He struggles against her grip though, gnashing his fangs and spitting blood all over her. Familiar blood. His pupils have gone black at this point, solid in the colouring.
Dec 10 00:30:36 :: (GC) Endymion forced Viranka to save
Dec 10 00:36:52 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Viranka begins to back off, in the direction of a table. She wraps her elongated talons around the leg of it, but with her attention on it, she doesn't manage to dodge Pelliden's fang-filled advance, both of which sink into her arm, rending the flesh. She manages to ignore this though, long enough to rip the leg from the table, now holding a stake, one end shattered and sharp, the other quite blunt.
Dec 10 00:40:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Viranka slams the sharp end of the stake down against Pelliden's back, doing some damage to him, but not pushing it far enough to penetrate him as she wishes.
Dec 10 00:50:51 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Pelliden releases his hold upon Viranka's arm, taking his chance to re-bite and get a deeper hold on the woman, this time taking a chunk out of her shoulder, and snapping his fangs like a rabid, wild animal. Viranka, despite the injuries, slams her massive paw-hand down upon the blunt end of the stake, shoving it farther into Pelliden's backside, and causing him to, almost instantly, stop moving. Unfortunately, he stops moving with his fangs stuck in the Bastet's flesh.
Dec 10 01:15:43 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Dropping down to her breed form, she bit back a cry of pain as the action, no matter how swift, caused her wounds to protest. Crawling back over to Pell's body she hesitated a moment, tears welling up in her eyes. Lightly patting at his pockets, she'd fish out his phone and redial the last incoming number.
Dec 10 01:17:28 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: You find the last number dialed was 1-900-Spank-Me.
Dec 10 01:17:37 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: ...Just kidding..
Dec 10 01:31:19 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: ...Time passes.
Dec 10 01:34:12 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She hadn't moved, and as she'd said..the door wasn't locked. Ragged, bloody and tear streaked, Vira would be next to Pell with his phone still in her hands. She sat perfectly still and completely silent as she waited.
Dec 10 01:39:06 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: A lithesome and striking Englishman pushes open the door and steps in, without knocking, and why should he have to knock? He is the Scourge of Los Angeles, after all. His swords still, are missing from his person. Gareth takes a moment, seeing the woman, and the man, face-down with a stake in his back, and almost falls back, catching himself on the frame of the door. His lack of balance is caused by his enchanting laughter.
Dec 10 01:47:32 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She wasn't too fussed by his laughter and otherwise clear amusement. Rather, she seemed a bit mechanical and thus when an order, or atleast a firm suggestion, was given..she obeyed. Sinking back to her knees, she once more sat back on her heels, hands folded in her lap.
Dec 10 01:53:58 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: After some amount of time has passed, perhaps an hour, Gareth comes back, his arms filled with supplies. Among these is a tarp, a bucket, a scrubber, and some random cleaning supplies. Also, some thick chains. Home Depot was open, apparently. He drops them all to the ground, and speaks, "..You should get some water and start cleaning this blood up. No worries. We'll be talking the whole time..". With that, he starts to untangle the chains.
Dec 10 01:56:33 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She wondered if that was a good thing or not. Standing immediately, she dropped another quick, deep bow..her Asian heritage showing through. Looking curiously at him, she would gesture towards the bucket to see if he meant for her to use that or if it had some other destiny. 
Dec 10 02:00:55 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, no. Use the bucket. Feel free. Pretend to be a wench from the dark ages of Europe. Those ladies scrubbed their adorable little hearts out, trust me..", Gareth suggests, obviously having caught the questioning look. He walks over, giving the stake a very /light/ nudge with his foot, before assuring himself of something, and flopping down on the couch to untangle chains, "..So how'd this happen..?", he asks.
Dec 10 02:03:45 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Winces at the question and looks the man over once more, before sighing. Picking up the bucket, she moved to the kitchen to fill it. "I get the feeling...that you already know. Am I right?" No longer defensive or angry as she had been during their first meeting, her voice held notes sadness and what could have been betrayal?
Dec 10 02:08:03 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I know that you're not normal, but I don't know how. I also know that someone is going to be doing a lot of explaining. I'm a Scourge. You don't know what that is, but suffice it to say that my job is to kill people who do things like this..", and here he motions to the stake, "..To people like that..", and there, he motions to Pelliden, "..So someone had better start talking about what happened..". Oddly, his voice is still wonderful to listen to, despite the topic.
Dec 10 02:13:23 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I know that you're not normal, but I don't know how. I also know that someone is going to be doing a lot of explaining. I'm a Scourge. You don't know what that is, but suffice it to say that my job is to kill people who do things like this..", and here he motions to the stake, "..To people like that..", and there, he motions to Pelliden, "..So someone had better start talking about what happened..". Oddly, his voice is still wonderful to listen to, despite the topic.
Dec 10 02:16:26 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "You're right. I don't know what that means." Her first urge shimmered through in the fact that she didn't immediately answer him. Coming back with the bucket filled, she would grab a scrubbing implement and get to work on the floor. "But I suppose I am in the wrong and I owe you a proper explanation." Her slightly hollow intonations would speak volumes to the observant, she was in shock. "I just don't know how to start..."
Dec 10 02:19:58 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Start with the reason that Pelliden is resting here, with a table leg in his back. And please, do not say 'I staked him'. That sure will get my goat..", Gareth admits, tossing out one un-tangled length of chain, and starting work on another, his fingers nimble, and his demeanor that of one who is rather amused.
Dec 10 02:23:33 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "I didn't know you brought a goat as well..." Her reply came before she even realized she was saying and caused her to blink at herself in surprise. Shaking her head she'd murmur, "Sorry... I'm a bit...unsettled." Looking around, she frowned. "And apparently missing roughly three gallons of blood, jeez..." Once she started talking, she almost babbled. "We were talking. It came to the topic of biting..I think someone had made a joke... But invited him to and..." She'd spread her arms out to indicate 
Dec 10 02:23:40 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: the room.
Dec 10 02:27:07 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Hah! It could have been worse. Much worse. You're a Lupine then, I'll take it. Did he know? I hope not. Don't your kind have..ahh..compunctions about letting a vampire sup on their blood?", Gareth asks, tossing out another untangled length of chain, and working on the third now. He gives Pelliden's stake another light boot-tap, as if just to double-check the whole thing.
Dec 10 02:38:43 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I assume that when I wake him up, he's going to be rather pissed. I'm not as nice as you, though. I don't stake vampires. If he came at me, I'd just take his head off and be done with it. I don't dally. So I would rather stop the problem, before I have to find a solution in a pinch..", the Scourge explains, seeming casual about the whole affair, "..And then he's going to get some education in not being a horny asshole..".
Dec 10 02:45:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I confused a lot of people, I'm told. You live for just under eight-hundred years. Go ahead. Give it a shot. Then we'll see how much sense you make..". Gareth moves up a bit, and starts to chain Pelliden's arms to his side, making them good and tight, and securing them with a masterlock as well, "..I won't take your head. It's too pretty. Next time, though. Well. You never know. I'm moody..".
Dec 10 02:50:08 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Despite the situation, or perhaps because of it, she laughed. "Well, thank you, Mr. Winchester. I didn't expect to be the recipient of compliments from what I really thought would be my executioner." A tiny, rueful smile curved her lips and she stopped scrubbing to massage the muscle around the bite mark in her arm..being careful not to aggravate the injury.
Dec 10 02:56:37 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, everyone should be the recipient of a compliment now and then. I find them to be the most useful after a shocking or traumatic experience. Women love it. I use the tactic often when I'm hungry..", MR. WINCHESTER admits, moving up again, and this time wrapping the last length of chain around Pelliden's head, ensuring that it presses into his mouth, and between his fangs. This, also, is masterlocked, "..They just don't make executioners as clever as me anymore..", he mumbles, feeding his own eg
Dec 10 02:56:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) ego.
Dec 10 02:59:54 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Perhaps that's better for my ilk, hmm? It's hard to know what to make of someone who seems to, for some reason, be looking out for your sanity. Perhaps as a game, I don't know... But it's... Well..thank you." Letting her right arm hang at her side a bit, she went back to clean up, using only her left.
Dec 10 03:02:18 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, don't thank me. I don't know who to thank, but not me. I'm just cleaning up the mess. I do it a lot. This is a refreshing change. I don't have to kill someone to get it done. It's like a vacation, that you spend chaining up Brujah and scrubbing blood and staring at beautiful women..". Gareth speaks all of this in a rather optimistic voice, that same clear and enchanting tone. It really is hard to tell whether or not he is kidding, or sarcastic. It could be both!
Dec 10 03:07:10 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She poked through the cleaning supplies he'd brought back, finding something to work out a larger stain. Looking up, she pondered the man before her then shook her head in confusion. "It's rare that enigmas are quite as charming." The pleasant conversation helped to keep her focused and out of an otherwise near-comatose state.
Dec 10 03:12:35 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Enigma. Puzzle. Riddle. Conundrum. Crux. Question. You can title me any of those, but I'm still just another killer, working his way through life, and climbing the power ladder on rungs crafted from the pain of other killers..", the lithe and striking Englishman admits, pushing to his feet and starting to gather up cleaning supplies. He takes pause though, and then adds, almost as if in revelation, "..I guess it's better to be a charming killer, though, than just a killer killer..".
Dec 10 03:14:56 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "It's the little quirks that make one memorable and unique, right?" She would pick the bucket up and go to empty it. Staring at her own blood spattered skin, she would sigh and turn the taps on to first rinse out the bucket and then try to clean herself up a bit.
Dec 10 03:19:36 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, I guess so..", Gareth calls out, seeming to find the logic of it to be plausible enough. He makes his way into the kitchen as well, depositing some of the cleaning supplies beneath the sink, possibly as a house-warming gift, and then begins to wash his hands, standing right next to Viranka. Very civil for a murderous vampire.
Dec 10 03:23:53 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Wincing slightly, she had to resist the urge to give her arm another going over. Her shoulder still stung a bit as well, but it wasn't nearly as bad. The wound in her neck had been tended to first, though it had been painful to twist at such an odd angle. Looking up at Gareth, she softly spoke. "I..do appreciate you coming. I didn't know what else to do... Definitely not something that was covered in abnormal lifestyles 101."
Dec 10 03:27:32 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Hey. It happens. And besides, when I take him back and wake him up, he's going to owe me one damn huge favor. One of those nice, legal favors, that get me all tingled inside..", Gareth admits, reaching for the soap, and starting to lather his hands nice and well, "..I'm a selfish creature, you see. We all are, to a certain extent. We look out for numero uno, even if we're helping numero dos..".
Dec 10 03:30:57 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Looks up at him with a curious expression and a faint smile. He'd said it again. "That's another thing that confuses me, Mr. Winchester... You keep saying he'll wake up...does that mean I didn't...?" She knew she was showing her ignorance here, but she reasoned that she had already more than broadcasted that. Maybe she could some sort of answers now instead.
Dec 10 03:34:30 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh no. He's not dead..", Gareth admits, wrinkling his nose up in distaste, "..Well, he is. He's just a corpse, animated by quasi-magical, somewhat sentient forces, but he's not true and dead. Just undead. He'll get back up, when I wake him up. It's a secret though. I have to perform a rare ritual, that no non-vampire can witness. Sort of like a secret handshake, for a club. But a lot cooler. He'll be fine when I finish with him. Perhaps a bit grumpy, but still..".
Dec 10 04:03:12 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Gareth watches, with intent, as Viranka licks the wound, though he speaks nothing of it at all. He is a man of a more subtle nature, if a less than subtle intention, and this is shown when he speaks the single sentence, "..Well, then I envy the man who hath drank from that glorious fountain..", pushing as much casual sex into his enchanting voice as he can muster. (Seduction: 4 Successes)
Dec 10 04:13:08 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, I speak naught but the truth. I am just more open about it, than another might be..", Gareth admits. He reaches for a towel to dry his hands with, though his attention is upon Viranka and not what he is doing. Because of this, he slices open the tip of his finger upon a kitchen knife, yelping a bit and jerking it back. He watches it spill a single, small droplet of crimson vitae, and frowns, "..That was unfortunate..", he murmurs. (Presence1 - Awe: 5 Successes.)
Dec 10 04:20:52 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Oh, no! Are you alright?" Her voice was somewhere between a lusty purr and a concerned timbre. Reaching out, she'd take his hand between hers and, provided he did nothing to stop this, bring it to her lips to lick the blood away, carefully, before sucking softly on the digit.
Dec 10 04:35:55 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: A knock can be heard on the door.
Dec 10 04:37:08 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I've little control over that. I have no plan to hurt him. He is young. His mistakes are punishment enough. The Prince is a fair man as well..", Gareth admits, pushing away from the woman, and moving over to open the front door.
Dec 10 04:43:52 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: A tall blonde man dressed in all white stood at the door, his eyes quickly darting around Gareth and into the room before returning to the man, "Evening" he said offering the man a nod before walking on into the room, closing the door behind him, "What the hell happened?"
Dec 10 04:46:52 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: She would remain where Gareth had left her, more or less, though she did peek curiously out to see what this new person looked like. Her hair was a mesh of natural hues and her eyes a brilliant electric blue. Her clothing was a bit blood stained and she had noticeable injuries.
Dec 10 04:49:07 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh. Pelliden got a bit out of control, and I guess this charming woman here put him down. Strong, that one. Respectable..", Gareth admits, motioning in Viranka's direction, "..I explained to her..ah, what we are, and that he could be woken up, but that you would have to do it in...our Haven, and enact all of the secret ritual. And that she is not to be privvy to it. I will clear her up on the whole process with him, I'm sure..".
Dec 10 04:55:01 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: As before, she did not know proper etiquette, so she would drop a respectful bow, straight and low at the waist, to Gabriel and murmur soft thanks for his..compliment?
Dec 10 05:17:30 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Sitting in the corner of the room, something dark lingers. A somewhat tall frenchman sits with a neonate at a chess board, and they both seem to be studying it carefully. After a moment, the frenchman merely adjusts his mirrored shades and announces, "Checkmate" without even moving a piece. He stands up and looks over to Gabriel and Pelliden, pondering a moment. The neonate scowls as the frenchman walks away, tipping over his king.
Dec 10 05:36:44 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince's face quickly darts back to Pelliden, all the rage and anger visibly evident on his features, he grabs the man by the throat and lifts him off of the stage, as he begins to speak his eyes flare red for a moment as his fangs extend from his gums, "DON'T EVER FUCKING LIE TO ME ABOUT SOMETHING LIKE THAT PELLIDEN... OR I'LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" he continued to hold the man by the throat (3 successes intimidation)
Dec 10 05:56:32 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: As the Prince spoke, a man in some black BDU's and a blank tank top with short dark hair moved closer to him his eyes on the Prince, though he stayed far enough away as to not have attention payed to him.
Dec 10 14:33:01 :: (GC) Siol forced Beatrice to save
Dec 10 14:35:05 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman stands here, looking at the pictures on the wall rather boredly.
Dec 10 14:49:27 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "I'd be enjoyin it more if'n this 'ere ball o' fluff'd get his hairy tail inta ma pokeball," Bea murmurs to herself as she finally gives a defeated sigh and pauses the game, stuffing it carefully into her purse tucked under her arm. Glancing up, the elderly woman's gaze travels the man measuringly though not intrusively. "Howdy there Sonny, I'm Beatrice," she offers a hand aimiably towards Guillaume for a handshake.
Dec 10 15:09:25 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The look in Beatrice's emerald eyes turns momentarily to shock before it switches to hold a bit of a lively glimmer. A silvered brow arches as she leaves her hand in the Frenchman's own a moment longer as she replies, "Why goodness me! If I din' know no better, I'd think you thought me a spring chicken alright. Why you make me wish I was still a' mah Hollywood best." She gives her upper lip a slow but subtle lick. (I just felt so nasty and perverted typing that out lol...just you wait...)
Dec 10 15:20:13 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman's mirrored shades slip down a bit to reveal a pair of hard, cold, and ever so beautiful green eyes, before he stands back up fully, and pushes them up on the bridge of his nose. He gives the woman's hand a parting squeeze before she lets it go, and he smiles. "At your best, madamoiselle? I think that women grow better as they age. Like a fine wine, to be savored and treated with care." His smile reveals a set of perfectly white teeth that fit together impeccably.
Dec 10 15:35:05 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: HOW MANY PEOPLE WANNA KICK SOME ASS?!?
Dec 10 15:36:25 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: HOW MANY PEOPLE WANT PIE AND COOKIES!?!?
Dec 10 15:40:51 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "'at might be right swell," she says in a more low murmur as she gives him another glance-over and clearing her throat before reaching up to drum her fingertips along the side of her rather stately jawline. 
Dec 10 15:54:14 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The fire returns to Bea's eyes at the comment and she smirks a little, "Tense... me? Surely you don't think Mamma Bea would be tense. I'm always up for an a'venture."  She tilts her head a little with the stroking of her hair, seemingly enjoying it.
Dec 10 16:02:03 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman smiles a moment and he chuckles. "Always up for an adventure? Care to take one then? My motorcycle is parked outside, and I'm sure such an adventurous woman like yourself wouldn't mind taking a ride?"
Dec 10 16:39:06 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman's high performance bike screams down the streets, easily in excess of two hundred miles per hour, the wind whipping through his sandy blonde hair as he maneuvers the bike deftly, a grin on his features as he dives this way and that through traffic. As he approaches a building at the end of the street, he slows down, and then skids to a halt in front of it. "How's that Bea?"
Dec 10 16:45:41 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: A grin plastered on her face, Beatrice seems to be having the time of her life as she gives a thrilled laugh every so often and holds rather close to the younger man in front of her. As the bike skids to a halt and she is pressed more firmly to Gui's back, Beatrice gives a contented sigh, "'at was pure heaven. I ain't had a ride like that since...well since N'Orleans!"
Dec 10 17:01:11 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: First person that can tell me who the first childe of Caine was gets extra votes.
Dec 10 17:01:36 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Come on.
Dec 10 17:01:54 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: ...c'mon.
Dec 10 17:02:16 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: ...you all fail.
Dec 10 17:02:29 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: It was Enosch.
Dec 10 17:02:45 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Simon gets votes for his indifference.
Dec 10 17:03:16 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Who made the Garou, according to vampire lore?
Dec 10 17:03:28 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: According to vampire lore.
Dec 10 17:05:28 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Who was the founder of Clan Toreador.
Dec 10 17:06:49 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Who was BB3 to Troile, and fell as his lover at Carthage?
Dec 10 17:08:59 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Who was BB3 to Troile, and fell as his lover at Carthage?
Dec 10 17:09:45 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Who was BB3 to Troile, and fell as his lover at Carthage?
Dec 10 17:56:50 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: He gives a sigh, tucking the letter in his pocket. A lead. But where.....
Dec 10 17:58:37 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Standing by the exit to the bar Logan leans against the wall.
Dec 10 18:06:46 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Because I bleedin' need to!" he says, crossly. Giving a sharp sigh he attempts to calm down. "She thinks I tried to break a promise t'her...I need to tell her I didn't."
Dec 10 18:16:36 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Bringing the note to his face Logan sniffs at it a couple times before offering it back to Pelliden.
Dec 10 19:20:05 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Something like that. I wanna do something, but everything seems boring, you know? Read all my books, watched all my movies, nothing good on television, been to every store and restaurant in my neighborhood." She sighs. "I'll probably get over it in a few days, but until then, I'll probably be out pounding the pavement day and night."
Dec 10 19:21:50 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "So have y'been walking around a lot?" he asks, " 'Cos if y'had, y'might be able to help me with something."
Dec 10 19:34:31 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "It's been a long time since I've heard of someone actually doing something for someone else. Unless you've got ulterior motives - LA's got me thinking the worst about everyone... no offense," she smirks. Althea pushes up the right sleeve of her hoodie and scratches roughly at a pale arm.
Dec 10 20:07:28 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Hah! Must be from Ireland, then. I've never been there myself, but I've wanted to visit." She nods to herself.
Dec 10 20:17:11 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Is that a gang thing? Or IRA?" Her eyes appraise the tattoo; she cocks her head slightly to look closely at the linework and shading. "Looks nice, at least." She smiles.
Dec 10 20:32:05 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Or people thinking that because they've got a drop of Irish blood, that they can act like drunken assholes because it's in their genes, or something. It's either the drinking or the frou frou fantasy crap, never anything in between." She sighs softly. "Me, I just like drinking tea," she says, smirking.
Dec 10 20:41:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A rather androgynous looking figure is wandering about, platform boots thudding softly against the ground with each slow, methodical step taken. There's a sense of detachment within the pale yet brilliant depths of cerulean eyes, and the angelic face of the youth seems almost vapid in its passive expression. Long arms are crossed over a chest of ambiguous gender, allowing nimble fingers to tap lightly against the pale flesh of bare forearms. There's no rhythm to the tapping, seeming to increase and 
Dec 10 20:42:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: and decrease at random.
Dec 10 20:43:04 :: (GC) Logan rposed: the distinctive whine of a crotch-rocket is audible upon the night-air as a thunder blue kawasaki ninja  zx-14 with a stocky helmless rider pulls down the road, driving slowly.
Dec 10 20:49:05 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Sounds like the plot to a romance novel or a feel-good movie." She smirks.
Dec 10 20:52:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes snap to attention upon hearing the distinctive sound, gaze quickly trailing through the noise, crowd and garish colors to examine both the bike and it's rider. The strange, almost circular pacing continues though, now becoming closer to a wide figure eight. Both arms falling from their place across the youth's chest, long fingers tap against lean thighs in an idle yet urgent manner. The youth's blond curls fall across fine features as an elegant neck is tilted slightly to the side.
Dec 10 20:54:01 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Nah, nah. See, you take care of the kid, and then your cold heart starts to grow warm, yadda yadda yadda, you end up having some weird quasi-family with the girl and her brother and play house and you all live sappily ever after. Yes, I have read too many books on the subject, but only because they're so bad that they're good." Althea twirls a strand of hair around her index finger.
Dec 10 20:54:29 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Giving a wink as she grins up at Gui as he fixes her hair, "We'll see just how 'appy you are, huh? I din' figure I'd meet no'one like you."
Dec 10 21:00:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gaze still trained on the motorcycle, the youth's steps gradually slow, as though winding to a halt. One arm casually rises from the figure's lean side, hand slipping easily into a front pocket. Head still cocked slightly to the side, a soft breath is let out through somewhat feminine lips, silently blowing a wispy golden ringlet that had been blocking the figure's line of vision. Cerulean eyes blink once, the look within them gaining a curious feel, head straightening now as the androgynous form le
Dec 10 21:00:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: leans casually back on the heels of black leather boots.
Dec 10 21:03:34 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Having arrived in Spain just the night before, you took shelter for the morning, and once the sun had set, you immediately began to search for clues. Three libraries turned up nothing, though a single librarian did manage to point you towards a gravekeeper in Cordoba, who had been rumored to be the tender of Graves for more years than a mortal man should have.
Dec 10 21:03:55 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Makes me almost wish I had someone to miss..." she says softly to herself. She looks off at the horizon, contemplatively, for a brief moment.
Dec 10 21:05:18 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The Gravekeeper, after encountering you in his territory, put up only a token resistance to the questions that were offered to him. He spoke with the clarity of a man who knew much, but at the same time, held a demeanor that would cause the creeps in even a member of Clan Lasombra. His reference, when all was said and done, had guided you to the room that you sit in now, waiting for what has been termed 'You can't miss it..'.
Dec 10 21:09:26 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The older woman is either oblivious where they are or just apparently isn't the least bit disconcerted as she crosses her own arms nonchalantly across her chest. She makes a soft 'mmm' sound a moment as she considers him before replying, "Someone all suave and attractive...someone who knows 'ow ta talk to a lady." She grins to him, canting her head slightly. 
Dec 10 21:11:20 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man enters the shack, his hands hanging at his sides, ready for action should the need arise. He is dressed in stylish attire, a black sweater-vest over a white button of dress shirt, and a pair of tan slacks and black dress shoes. As he enters the shack he pulls of the sunglasses from his dark features, casting a cold gaze around the candle-lit shack.
Dec 10 21:11:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still acting in a casual, though detached, manner, blue eyes watch idly as the man climbs off his bike and makes his way to the phone. For a moment, there's a hint of curiosity upon the angelic face, though it quickly scatters into the night, only to be replaced by a blase expression common among teenagers and young adults. After a moment, a few long and graceful strides close half the distance between the youth and the man, that cerulean gaze still trained upon the rugged stranger.
Dec 10 21:14:23 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: For now, nothing is stirring. Obviously, someone has been here this evening, as could be told from the hundreds of candles that are lit, sitting all around the ramshackle building, and casting an ominous, soft glow on everything there. A small table is in the back of the room, holding up an assortment of very, very old looking books. The side of the place has an old-fashioned fire place, with an even older-fashioned cooking cauldron. If this were a fairy tale, a witch would live here.
Dec 10 21:17:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth straightens his posture even more, trying his best to look noble as he raises his face, the rough outline of his jaw catching in the firelight. "@rI am Kenneth Giles. I humbly ask permission to enter your home.@D"His eyes blacken further, as though the shadows have corrupted them and embraced them with their darkness. The candle light casts flickering shadows over his hispanic face, and he raises his chin, still trying to look significant. He slips the sunglasses into a pocket, and lets hi
Dec 10 21:17:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DAnd lets his arms hang at his side.@W
Dec 10 21:18:09 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Dialing a number from memory Logan picks up the receiver, it rings several times before he finaly speaks into the phone "I got eyes on. What you want." he says
Dec 10 21:19:32 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles and smiles a bit. "Oh, it's nothing really. I just give women the proper respect they deserve. Besides, you are quite beautiful Bea." He smiles and reaches up a hand, stopping just away from her cheek. "Tell me Bea, are you fond of enigma?"
Dec 10 21:23:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There is no response to the words of the Sheriff, though after a moment, something hits the frame of the window with some amount of force, and settles there. Just the landing of, what is a large, gloss-feathered Raven, manages to shake the foundation of the rough-and-tumble shack. It caws, turning it's solid-black sights on Kenneth, before taking flight again, it's impressive wing-span causing the pages of books to flutter a bit, and dust to stir up.
Dec 10 21:23:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a cautious look to the youth now, eyes holding an almost silvery edge. Footsteps are taken backwards, each movement slow and almost casual, as though dealing with a wild animal. The hand within the denim confines of a jean pocket is almost peeled away, dropping once more down to the youth's side. Petal-pink lips are pressed together to form a pursed line. Still, the stoic natre of the youth's expression never twitches or faulters.
Dec 10 21:26:25 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Now that's sad. You should get another one... and maybe keep the door closed?" She smiles.
Dec 10 21:27:40 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Her cheeks blush again faintly in an almost becoming manor (Blush of Health) at the compliment before her eyes regain their sharpness at the question. She gives a slow nod, though her eyes glance briefly to his hand, her head tilting almost as if to invite the caress. "O' course I do, Sonny. Life 'as ta have questions ta have meaning in answers," the response comes in a low murmur, almost automatic.
Dec 10 21:28:28 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Bye," she calls after him.
Dec 10 21:29:37 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth walks towards the opened books, making sure to look behind him with each step. His dark eyes fall upon the text, trying to make sense of whatever's written on the dusty pages.@W
Dec 10 21:32:17 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The parts of the book that can be read, being that they are in Spanish, speak of Lasombra himself, but do so in the most cryptic of manners. They speak of his endeavor to tame the Abyss, and pass it on to his progeny. The other parts are undreadable, written in a language that you've never seen in your entire life.
Dec 10 21:33:10 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: For the second time, Pell walks into her apartment, searching it thoroughly for clues. There had to be something more. Had to be. He runs his hand through his hair tiredly, weighed down by the silence of the little flat.
Dec 10 21:35:54 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: And he would find nothing. Odds and ends, paint spattered walls as though someone dashed an entire bucket against the walls, just as the livingroom would look. Some bits of clothing, random books...assorted everyday things but nothing personal. No real clues.
Dec 10 21:36:38 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth frowns slightly, eyes scanning the ancient text, and it isn't long before he turns and walks to the center of the shack, staring around with narrowed eyes before slowly lowering himself to his knees and clasping his hands together. "@rI am Kenneth Giles, of Clan Lasombra, and I seek answers from those illustrious masters of shadow who I have insulted upon our last conversation. I wish to pay the respect due and show my loyalty to the Clan.@D"
Dec 10 21:38:16 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Mentally exhausted and in still in quite a bit of pain, Pell slides down the wall into a position between crouching and sitting, exhaling a sigh as he pulls out the letter again. "Only clue is a week away. I don't have that kind of time. Vira...where did you go?"
Dec 10 21:41:35 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Hanging up the phone with a scowl Logan looks over his shoulder at the androgenous figure, snarling as six inch claws spring from his fingers before cleaving the pole holding the phone-booth erect cleanly in half to watch it topple over sideways, turning fully to face the other figure.
Dec 10 21:44:47 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe kneeling hispanic crouches for a long time, before looking up with a frown. His eyes fall on the door leading down under the floor, but he seems weary to enter such a place. Slowly he stands, body still held gracefully, and attempts to open the hatch.@W
Dec 10 21:46:18 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A shadow appears in the door that leads outside, "..Answers. No one ever comes to just chat anymore..", the figure speaks, hunched over quite a bit and leaning most of his weight upon a large, twisted staff of black wood. His head is shaved, and between the wrinkles, one could make out the rough design of a black hand imprinted there. He stands for, several moments, passing, where he watches Kenneth.
Dec 10 21:46:19 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: he blinks, tapping his head back against the wall as he looks up at the cieling. "Was it that comic shop? 'S the only hope I have...I don't know where they were earlier that night..."
Dec 10 21:48:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth straightens, looking back to the doorway with a thoughtful expression. "@rWhat a shame. Certainly they're unaware of what they're missing out on.@D" His expression remains cold and distant, and he reaches up a hand to rub his bald head, placing his hand on the black mark. "@rAnd who might you be?@D"
Dec 10 21:53:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..I used to have a name. It's been so long, that I've forgotten it. It's nothing of importance, though..", the old, wrinkled man admits. His staff taps against the ground as he moves into the shack now, making his way over to a hook, and using it to hang his black, hooded cloak, once the garment has been removed. He is silent of the mouth, while he goes about performing a few chores. Pushing some books around to 'organize', and starting to remove the corks from a few bottles.
Dec 10 22:06:06 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Of course, ye know, you keep this up an' I'll just call you Romeo...Then again if it's adventure we're a seekin, yew can be Clyde an' I can be Bonnie," the woman gives a wink as she moves towards him with a nod. "Let's head in...what is 'is joint anyways?"
Dec 10 22:09:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Without blinking, the youth looks once more towards the man and his claws, cerulean eyes scanning the phone pole with a knowing gaze. Seeming neither upset, scared or even angry, the youth casually turns partially away from the man, boots thudding softly with each long stride taken. Without a word or a look back, the willowy form turns a corner and disappears from sight.
Dec 10 22:15:57 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The door is opened by Guillaume as he smiles and he waits for her to go in. "This is a place that I found a while ago that I think you very well may like."
Dec 10 22:17:18 :: (GC) Logan rposed: With a growl logan mounts the already running thunder-blue kawasaki zx-14 a few feet away, revving the engine as he rides wide down the oposite side of the street from where the androgenous figure just fleed to get a look around the corner.
Dec 10 22:20:32 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: At first, the look on Bea's face is pure confusion. A silvered brow arches amusedly as she looks about the place. "Well ah'll be..." she murmurs before turning to glance to Guillaume, her brow not lowering to match the other as she glances him over.
Dec 10 22:22:01 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I don't know about you, but I'm going to find out what the hell is going on," Althea says, her words coming out in an adrenaline-fueled jumble. She turns and follows the youth and Wolverine, her sneakers loudly slapping the sidewalk as she runs.
Dec 10 22:33:26 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Beatrice follows, perking up even more at the mention of the PS3. "Isn't that like the gameboy, only on TV?" she asks as she glances around again only briefly before looking to Guillaume again and going where indicated.
Dec 10 22:37:25 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Circling his bike around Logan , remaining upon the oposite side of the street rides back down, his eyes shifting back and fourth  on a swivel.
Dec 10 22:38:49 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles a bit and nods, motioning towards the couch for her to sit down, Angelique just finishing hooking up the game system. "Oui Bea. It's like the Game Boy, except on the television. Cost me about six hundred dollars." He smiles as she runs his fingers over the velvet. "It's my personal room, so I would hope so."
Dec 10 22:46:54 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Moving to sit on the couch, Beatrice slips the oversized black leather purse from her shoulder, resting it beside herself against the armrest of the couch. Her eyes widen a bit at the cost, "Well I believe 'at's one o' the most 'spensive doohickies of that sort I ever heard of! No wonder all this's so fancy." Bea gives a nod of greeting to Angelique, but other than that, barely seems to notice anyone or anything in the room except for Guillaume as she looks back to him. She moves one arm to rest ato
Dec 10 22:51:13 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: atop the couch as she angles herself to view the frenchman a little better.
Dec 10 23:07:49 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: From out of a shadowy area a willowy form emerges as though the musician's conjured him from within the darkness. There's a mixture of caution and frustration flaring within the rather vapid depths of his cerulean gaze. The features of his face hold no tales though, as his detached expression seems to cloak the very root of his emotions. A polite nod if offered to the musician, seeming not to notice the girl's presence.
Dec 10 23:10:33 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Disappointed in losing Wolverine, Althea relaxes. She turns back to face Johnny and sees the androgynous kid standing next to him. Sighing, she says, "You know, if I'm going to run into you everywhere, I should probably learn your name." She smirks.
Dec 10 23:18:32 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Eagerly taking up a controller, Bea nestles a little as Gui's arm wraps around her. "Get ready ta be beat, Sonny," she declares in a tone worthy of an old western movie as her thumbs begin to jab dextrously at the buttons and switch rapidly between them and the joysticks. The tip of her tongue pokes out the right side of her mouth as her eyes narrow in concentration at the screen. Even this, however, doesn't stop the occasional extra snuggle to Gui's side.
Dec 10 23:26:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The youth's gaze travels away from the musician and towards the girl now, replying softly, "A name for a name." Hands, hanging casually down by his sides move upwards, bending at the elbows so that nimble fingers can tug gently at the hem of his shirt, centering the row of buttons straight down his chest. Head tilting slightly to the side, he takes a short step back in a suspicious manner. Gaze flicking down to the musician once more, he comments, "I owe you another tithe then, no?" Eyelids shadowin
Dec 10 23:33:15 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman plays the game with the Malkavian woman and he chuckles a moment, losing most of the time, but he occasionally wins out over the woman, and he smiles softly. "Looks like you are the superior player Beatrice." He leans against the Malkavian, and smiles a bit.
Dec 10 23:33:51 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyelids shadowing his eyes, he adds, "Tell me the cost and you'll have it."
Dec 10 23:35:36 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Arching a brow as she looks to Guilluame, she murmurs softly, "'at depends on the game now doesn't it?" She winks and rests her controller a little more on his leg than her own as she plays, her emerald gaze glancing up to his briefly.
Dec 10 23:38:12 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: And it should be noted that the room has paint roughly throw over the walls in a hurry to obscure the original art there. It's a bit messy, the signs of someone packing in a hurry.
Dec 10 23:47:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Devon.", is stated simply, gaze once more shifting between the two forms. "If you don't trust it, there are others who can confirm it." There's a blunt truth to the youth's tone, voice just as soft and quiet as ever, though the velvet has been stripped away leaving little more than a whisper. Elegant neck turning slightly, he nods towards the direction the motorcycle sped away towards. "He may have been one of them.", is added in a somewhat offhanded manner, a curl falling over one eye and caressin
Dec 10 23:49:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: caressing a pale cheek. Blinking, his head whips back to the musician. "Might I know yours?"
Dec 10 23:53:08 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "That guy was weird. Sorta like Wolverine from X-Men. There was something... not human about him. People don't have claws like that, and people... well, I'm assuming he tore down that pole, too. I wanted to follow him but he sped off." She wrinkles her nose and scowls, visibly disappointed at losing a chance to satisfy her curiosity.
Dec 11 00:06:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a knowing nod offered to the musician as Devon adds, "My last name is Obertus, if it holds meaning for you. Less know it in these nights." Looking up to Althea, he offers her a slight shrug of a thin shoulder, neither confirming nor denying her words. Gradually, his gaze begins to shift, eyes staring out into the night. Lips part slightly, a soft breath flowing over their petal-pink surface, and long fingers resume their tugging and pulling at his shirt, hands moving slowly over the surface 
Dec 11 00:06:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: surface as the material is smoothed and aligned by feel alone.
Dec 11 00:07:55 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Toeing through a strewn pile of clothing Logan picks up some lazy underwear sniffing at it briefly before tossing it back behind him out the door disinterestedly "Not afraid the cops are gonna show up anytime soon if it was anything that bad?"
Dec 11 00:09:11 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Arching a brow as she looks to Guilluame, she murmurs softly, "'at depends on the game now doesn't it?" She winks and rests her controller a little more on his leg than her own as she plays, her emerald gaze glancing up to his briefly.
Dec 11 00:09:42 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: there's an audiable click as Pell reaches behind him, a hard stare at Logan. "They cert'n'y will if y'do that again."
Dec 11 00:11:47 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "It ain't mine I'm worried about," he says. "Pervert."
Dec 11 00:16:08 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman smiles widely and chuckles. "I would suppose that it does." He leans over and purrs in her ear softly. "Though, I can't imagine what game I'd win against you..."
Dec 11 00:18:59 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Her attention pulled from the game by the purr and whisper, Beatrice lets the controller rest on Guillaume's leg as she side-glances to him with a smirk, "Oh, ye don't know? Well...might we remedy that 'un? What games do ye know?"
Dec 11 00:23:04 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: He pockets the note. " Simon's been missing longer'n'she has. On the run fr'm the law."
Dec 11 00:30:56 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Raising his bushy brows Logan folds a pair of hefty arms across his chest, tapping the half-empty beer bottle against his arm "Who's talking in code. Scott asked me to check out some he-she for 'the man' and she pulled an invisible woman on me."
Dec 11 00:33:58 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Under the cold gaze of Guillaume's eyes, Beatrice's own emerald orbs grow soft and she tilts her head just faintly, inclining her ear towards the frenchman's lips. "I'm always up fer a game...ye know that...Jus' tell me tha rules," she whispers back.
Dec 11 00:36:09 :: (GC) Logan rposed: With a heavy sigh Logan growls a little, "You really ain't gettin it kid, I found it. It disapeared on me after I took down a telephone pole." Saying this six-inch claws extend out of the finger-tips of his left hand, which he holds up to illustrate his point.
Dec 11 00:46:22 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman ponders a moment and he reaches up, running a hand against the older woman's cheek once more. "Let's try this game, shall we? Rules are simple..." He turns her head towards his a moment and kisses her, but, just before she could react, he pulled away. "...do what you want..."
Dec 11 00:51:23 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Eyes lighting up with surprise, Beatrice grins, though she'd held a disappointed look for a brief moment after the frenchman had initially pulled away. "Jus' don't regret sayin that, Sonny," she murmurs as she reaches a hand up behind his neck to pull him back to her.
Dec 11 00:58:39 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: A dark chuckle makes it's way from the frenchman's throat, and he manages to speak before his lips are pressed to hers. "You either..." After that, his cold lips are pressed to hers in an icy embrace, a tender kiss inspired by the blackest desire.
Dec 11 01:04:03 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The elderly woman returns the kiss in a slow and passionate pace, the fingertips of one hand tracing along the back of Guillaume's neck as the fingers of her other let her nails trail his neckline.
Dec 11 01:05:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming vaguely bemused by Johnny's comment, his pale-yet-brilliant gazes settles upon the girl, a fan of dark lashes casting shadows over the round apples of his high cheekbones. His head tilting to the side, fingers continue to slide up and down the front of his shirt in an almost seductive manner. The pace speeds, then slows, at random with occasional pauses to gently caress a button in a circular. Lips part in something akin to a pout as he simply states, "Your shoelaces are uneven." The shadow 
Dec 11 01:07:06 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The shadow of a frown momentarily ghosts over the corners of his lips as he adds in his usual velvety tone, "The strings of your hoodie are different lengths."
Dec 11 01:11:07 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Turning around again, but finding nothing there, Althea looks up at Devon. "I'm sorry, did you say something? I... just..." she trails off, trying to find the source of the noises that she is hearing.
Dec 11 01:15:30 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.), he asks, not looking at the woman at all.
Dec 11 01:16:30 :: (GC) Logan rposed: As an afterthought logan grumbles "And in all the commics, I did kill jean."
Dec 11 01:25:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming to either not hear Johnny words, or simply choosing to ignore them, Devon steps fully out of the shadows. His long strides quickly close the distance between himself and Thea, the well-polished leather of his boots creaks softly with each step. Upon reaching her, he bends down slowly before her, crouching carefully so that nothing touches the ground aside from the platform soles of his boots. A long arm reaches behind him, producing a neatly folded white handkerchief from a back pocket. Afte
Dec 11 01:25:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: After the cloth is neatly draped over both hands, he proceeds to untie the girl's sneakers, taking care to even the laces before neatly retying them perfectly straight. Standing up, he nods to himself and wanders casually back to where Johnny is settled.
Dec 11 01:31:07 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Hey you, what do you see? Something beautiful, something free? Hey you, are you trying to be mean? If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean...
Dec 11 01:34:09 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman grins a moment as the woman slices her own tongue. He leans forward and meet her halfway, kissing her deeply, sucking her bloody tongue into his mouth, where he suckles on the bleeding muscle, gladly accepting her blood with a grin.
Dec 11 01:40:55 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I am a puzzling creature, I suppose. More than the rest of my kind, can be, but less so at the same time..", Gareth admits, allowing a smirk to ghost across his full lips, falling off and into non-existence again, just as quick as it had come, "..I am as simple, or as complicated, as you make me out to be. That is just the stuff of life, dollface..".
Dec 11 01:45:54 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Moving her hands to grasp at Guillaume's shoulders, Beatrice savors the sensation of pain mingled with the pleasure as she gives a little shiver, her eyes closing briefly before she finally attempts to break the kiss and give a bloody lick of her own to the frenchman's cheek.
Dec 11 01:48:12 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Moving her hands to grasp at Guillaume's shoulders, Beatrice savors the sensation of pain mingled with the pleasure as she gives a little shiver, her eyes closing briefly before she finally attempts to break the kiss and give a bloody lick of her own to the frenchman's cheek.
Dec 11 01:52:54 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Harsh green eyes look at Beatrice predatorily as Guillaume looks about ready to let his fangs grow and sink them into her neck, but he restrains himself for the moment. "Hm. A very fine vintage, it is. I enjoy the taste very much..." He licks his lips, and nuzzles her cheek, mingling his blood with hers.
Dec 11 01:53:04 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, you have to laugh at life a bit..", Gareth admits, giving the woman a rather sympathetic look, which, oddly enough, still is handsome. His nimble hand is brought up, and the backside of it is brushed across Viranka's cheek for naught but a second, before he goes on, "..You see the smaller portion of it, but when you have lived as I have, and for such a time as I have, you learn to see the big picture on stuff such as that. Wisdom with age, and all of that junk..".
Dec 11 01:56:10 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The glint in Guillaume's eyes makes Beatrice stiffen suspiciously until he begins nuzzling her. She lets her hold on his shoulders lax to slide her hands down over his muscles slowly.
Dec 11 01:58:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes study the hand that once clutched the handkerchief, a great sense of annoyance building within them until, for once, actual emotion flows through then. Rage. The delicate line of his jaw clenches hard, pale hands looking paler as long fingers ball into fists. Teeth gritting together, Devon hisses out quietly, "Shut. The Fuck. Up." The anger flows over his features and radiates through his being like a wave of darkness, flooding the angelic youth with pure, unadulterated disdain. "Stop 
Dec 11 01:58:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Stop blubbering you fucking cunt. Get the FUCK over yourself before I need to rip your pretty little lips off of your fucking face." A thudding step is taken towards the girl, a lithe arm raising upwards as fingers flex, joints cracking.
Dec 11 02:01:01 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The body of the frenchman shivers as her hands run down his muscles. "If I could still get some fun out of it, we'd do more than kiss." The man chuckles a moment, and he shakes his head. "Of course, that may be a bit forward, hm?"
Dec 11 02:04:21 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea's sobbing diminishes to moist, ragged breathing, and then to furious panting. "Okay, fine fine FINE FINE FINE FINE I'VE STOPPED," she yells, her voice catching huskily in her throat. "I don't NEED this BULLSHIT right now when I can't stop hearing this fucking shit!" She pulls at her hair again, then clenches her fists, pounding them savagely against her thighs. She begins to mutter, as if trying to exorcise the voices from her head: "How could you do this to me make it stop make it stop why d
Dec 11 02:04:30 :: (GC) Althea rposed: why did you do this make it stop."
Dec 11 02:05:52 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: (cont) armor.
Dec 11 02:08:59 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, I've been that from time to time..", Gareth admits, sinking to the ground and finding a spot of grass to sit upon, not seeming to mind the semi-chilled air, or the moon above, "..I've been the villain as well. It all depends on perspective. Mostly, I try to do what is right, though such a defintion can go blurred after the first ten centuries of life..". As for the other bit, he bites his lip for a moment, and then adds, "..Loneliness is subjective. I have friends, of course..".
Dec 11 02:13:50 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Brow furrowing a bit, Beatrice inquires, "Whatcha mean? How's it feel ta yew then?" Beatrice follows suite in Guillaume's actions, reaching up to gently rub away a little of her own blood from his cheek...though she admittedly has to rise onto tiptoes to reach with more than her fingertips.
Dec 11 02:15:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Face easily falling back into its detached demeanor, Devon's body seems to relax. Hand unfurl from their position as fists, arms moving upwards in a smooth motion. Fingers lightly tug on his collar to straighten it, offering a very polite, "Thank you.", to Thea. The words flow easily, once more quiet in voice and velvety soft in tone. "That's much better." Fingers once more adjusting the buttons of his shirt, one is undone with slow and precise movements, fingers circling the plastic disc in an almo
Dec 11 02:19:26 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman sighs a bit and he shrugs. "Well, I may feel that ecstasy, but those I bite do not." His arms drop down to her lower back and his cold eyes stare down at her. "Those that are touched by my fangs feel only pain."
Dec 11 02:20:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: an almost coy manner.
Dec 11 02:22:57 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman sighs a bit and he shrugs. "Well, I may feel that ecstasy, but those I bite do not." His arms drop down to her lower back and his cold eyes stare down at her. "Those that are touched by my fangs feel only pain."
Dec 11 02:23:30 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Sadness is a part of life. It will come and it will go. Ebb and flow, much like an ocean will. I often think that those who surf, refuse to work or take responsibility, because they've learned the secrets of the ocean. That all of us shall come and go, and thus, we must take advantage of the time that we have..", Gareth admits, plucking a blade of grass and twisting it around his finger, "..Is there something, in particular, that you wished to speak about, when you called this meeting?", he asks,
Dec 11 02:23:51 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.), levelled, and softly.
Dec 11 02:24:33 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Don't fight it... don't fight it," Althea says softly. She stares off into space contemplatively, chewing her bottom lip. A series of emotions play across her face - confusion, pensiveness, calmness, and then a burst of insight. She pulls her notebook from her back pocket, nearly tearing her jeans in her fervor. She grasps her pencil in shaking hands, flips to a blank page, and begins to scribble. Her breathing is labored again, but this time with excitement. "They're talking to me," she says excit
Dec 11 02:24:39 :: (GC) Althea rposed: excitedly, rapidly filling up page after page.
Dec 11 02:27:50 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: For a time, she simply could not answer him. Uncertainty flashed across her eyes and she exhaled expressively, not quite a sigh. Lifting a hand, she gestured vaguely, searching for the words. Shaking her head and laughing softly at herself she would look over to him and smile faintly. "I suppose a part of me needed someone. Anyone. And...not to sound offensive, but you're all I have. I only know you, Simon and..." She shrugs, not willing to say his name. "Though...I did wonder...why he isn't dead?"
Dec 11 02:31:08 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..He isn't dead for quite a few reasons. He isn't dead because you did not do what needed to be done, to kill one of his endurance. He also is not dead because I allowed him to live, despite his foul-up. The Prince as well, spared him, and for that, he walks. At least, for now. We shall see what the night brings to him..", Gareth admits, laughing a bit at this, as if nothing could break his mood. His expressions are priceless, at this point, beneath the glow of the moon's illumination.
Dec 11 02:34:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a nod from the youth, a certain sense of maturity beyond his appearance making itself known. "Will you be claming her?", is asked, voice somehow different. There's a feminine quality to it now, velvet replaced by silk and silver. Eyes, too, hold a different form of insight. There's a darkness to 'his' eyes now, a fuming aimed not that the two before him, but to something beyond this place and time. "Should they touch her, they answer to more than just me." There's a pause, a pale brow raisin
Dec 11 02:34:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: brow raising slightly. "Have we met?"
Dec 11 02:38:29 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I'm not sure I want to know what you're talking about. Last time it got me in a lot of trouble," Althea says in a quick monotone, still writing. She has already filled up six pages, front and back, in the notebook, with minute spiky handwriting. She pauses for a second to look up at Johnny, a fevered glow in her eyes. "Will they be quiet long enough to let me sleep?" she asks, her voice almost a whisper.
Dec 11 02:39:06 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Enemies? I suppose. Again, that perspective, and all of that. I've killed people like you. Just as often though, I've worked alongside of them. I never have believed in the cosmic Right and Wrong that is universal, and set among the stars. If we were meant, without question, to be destined as enemies, then free will and the power of choice, would be a useless innovation..", Gareth admits, speaking at length, but in that beautiful voice.
Dec 11 02:47:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more, a nod. "Might I have your name then? If you wish it to be kept secret from others, I have no objection. However, I should have it for my own records and that of my Templar." Her eyes close now, in a clam and serene manner, a gentle breath being drawn easily through her nose. Bowing slightly at her waist, she offers, "Morgan Obertus, pries..." Shaking her head, she almost sighs out, "It's of little consequence. Simply Morgan shall do."
Dec 11 02:54:07 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, it has, to be sure. I will not hide the fact that too often I have spoken, and such a thing has opened a door that would not have been available to another. It was a gift in life, dual-parted to reside next to nimble hands. In death, it has grown, for death is not the end-all that most think it to be..", Gareth explains, leaning back a bit and onto his arms, which now rest behind him, holding him up, and showing off his quiet musculature, "..It is, in fact, a grand, second birth. Depending on
Dec 11 02:54:18 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) who is asked..".
Dec 11 03:04:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "A seer. It is an honor to meet one." Her head is tipped once more, golden curls tumbling over her broad shoulders. "I trust your own discretion when it comes to this...meeting.", is said gently, "And my title is of no importance or value right now. This is far more personal than political." A soft smile plays at the corners of the young woman's lips, though it seems almost to belong to a different body. "Shall I inform others of your presence? Or do you require discretion as well, until you have se
Dec 11 03:05:21 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: until you have settled?"
Dec 11 03:06:22 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..That, I could not tell you. I know little of what is spoken amongst those who are as you are. I do know, however, that for every story, there are two sides, and most often, a person knows just the one. I remember enough to know that, when I first changed, I had went into the process, thinking it worse than death. I thought to damn myself, for a cause. My feelings have changed on that, in the course of my time..", the Englishman explains, offering another grin to the woman, though this one shows t
Dec 11 03:06:41 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) shows the glinting tips of two canine-fangs, which show just below his full, upper lip.
Dec 11 03:14:41 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The striking Englishman has a light, charming laugh at this, and shakes his head, "..I think that the gift of Immortality is often wasted on those who will spend it with their worries and their fears. That is the truth. You, however, shall not ever feel that Immortality. I was born as a mortal. Nothing more, and so I ascended to something greater. You were born greater from the start. There is no way to improve on it. You are what you are, and I am what I am. We shall not change that, Miss Vira..".
Dec 11 03:19:43 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Kanani," she said without even realizing that she'd said it until the word had slipped past her lips. Electric blue orbs would widen then, surprise evident. Turning her head, the woman would lay her cheek against her knees now. Not taking her eyes off of him, she chuckled and said in a completely honest tone, "I don't know why I just said that. And not...I was born both more and less than human... A few nifty tricks and a whole lot of responsibility." Then, once more surprising herself. "I wish I'd
Dec 11 03:19:57 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: (cont) known you as a mortal man."
Dec 11 03:23:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: A light small dances along the length of Gareth's full lips at this, and though he seems to muse over it for a moment, he states, "..The Dark Ages were not a pleasant time to live in. It broke more people than survived it, and I survived it only by falling from grace, and becoming as I am. So, in a sense, one cannot say where I survived it at all, or..whether I am just another that it broke..". The smile evaporates though, and after a second, he adds, "..Just think of me as I am now, but with warmed
Dec 11 03:23:56 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) warmed skin, and without the drinking of blood. That will get you close enough..".
Dec 11 03:28:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Another polite nod is partially offered before a slight wince furrows the young woman's noble brow. One hand, previously folded neatly before her, moves up to touch her temple, arm moving somewhat jerkily in the movement. Fingers massage a temple with a knowing touch, the wince slowly subsiding. As cerulean eyes fully open once more, the calm within them had dissipated somewhat, as though prepared for a storm. "I'm not some politician campaigning and recruiting. I'm simply the clean-up committee. Th
Dec 11 03:28:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The hand pushing the broom. I'm fair, polite and most of all respectful. I do what I need to, but I'm no fool." Her finely drawn features grow cold now, eyes narrowing ever-so-slightly. "Good seer, I would never deny you a tithe nor demand your loyalty."
Dec 11 03:28:22 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: "Dark Ages?" Thinking back, she  did a bit of math and wrinkled up her nose. "Not the highlight of my racial history, so maybe you're right. That and the fact that if you were just a normal human...well, I don't think you'd be as at ease around me. And that would be a shame." Her tone was light and conversational though she trailed off towards the end. Imagining him...and warm flesh.
Dec 11 03:32:36 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I can help with the warmed flesh part, of course. Some of us can. We can push forth that lost, small part of what once we were, and hold it up as a mask. It is a masquerade, our life..", Gareth admits, holding out a hand for you to feel, and watching with his emerald sights, set so well above his full lips. Those two canine-fanged tips show again, but barely, "..My heart can beat as a mortal. My flesh can warm. Though I must force them to. It is only done for special..occasions..", he admits, gri
Dec 11 03:32:53 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) grinning softly. (Seduction: 7 Succ)
Dec 11 03:38:19 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Masquerade. There was that word again. It must be like the Veil. The thought was shunted aside in an instant however. Taking the offered hand between both of her own, she leaned down and..as had been done earlier to her..laid a soft kiss there. Looking up, she moved closer, hesitant for a moment. Her cheeks flushing a light rose, she leaned in to kiss him.
Dec 11 03:45:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "You see the future of both sides of the field. One can hardly expect you to have an objective view within battle. It's only a fool's errand to expect you to pick sides you see beyond." The temple is massaged once more, joints clicking with the movement. "I'll pass your presence along." Eyes flutter a bit, lashes like the wings of a dying butterfly. "For now I'll leave you two to be. If you wish to contact me, Fate shall allow us to meet. Fickle thing that she is." Cerulean gaze moving idly away fro
Dec 11 03:45:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: away from the man, it settles upon the girl. "Might I touch her? No crafting shall be done, but I do rather enjoy the warmth."
Dec 11 04:06:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A few quick steps bring Morgan beside Thea, the youth crouching down gracefully as extends a long arm towards the girl. Long fingers trail softly over the girl's cheek, the touch light, almost questioning. "Lovely skin...", is commented softly, almost more to herself than the others. "A rather classic beauty. So few of them these days..." A wink is offered to the girl as the woman stands up once more. Turning to the man, she adds, "Do tell me if and when you need work. If the Bishop agrees, I'm sure
Dec 11 04:07:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: I'm sure arrangements can be made. There is something to be said about the classic barter system."
Dec 11 04:25:46 :: (GC) Althea rposed: She looks at him, her eyes glazed. "I... I don't think I know what you mean," she says, her speech slightly slurred. "I'm trying to get the voices to slow down a little. It's making me so tired." She puts the pen on the ground and attempts to loosen the joints of her hands. Each joint gives a loud, sickening crack as she manipulates it.
Dec 11 04:31:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A polite nod id offered to both present, and Morgan leaves the area with long, sweeping strides.
Dec 11 04:31:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: *is
Dec 11 10:07:16 :: (GC) Connection closed by Endymion.
Dec 11 12:20:58 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Millions of loli girls come out of the woodwork and leghump Xeth.
Dec 11 12:43:25 :: (GC) Siol forced Crystal to save
Dec 11 13:42:49 :: (GC) Siol forced Logan to quit
Dec 11 14:01:41 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Removing most of the drying blood from Guillaume's cheek, Beatrice moves her hands down to rest lightly on his chest. "'at's a right pity...I could only 'magine what it'd be like otherwise. Ye got eyes that could melt steel an' smooth enough ta make marble look like a cliff face. Ye know that?" She grins up to the frenchman
Dec 11 14:29:36 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Can't say as I rightly blame 'em," Bea replies genuinely as she looks up to Guillaume. "Was a bit disappointin', ta be honest." The grin fades briefly as she sighs, "At least ye got some 'at like it 'an all."
Dec 11 14:36:08 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Buttsex.
Dec 11 14:38:11 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The elderly woman's well manicured coif feathers slightly as she shakes her head. "O'course not. Would 'ah still be here if'n ya were?" With this she arches a brow and angles her head downward just a little so that she has to look up even more with her eyes to meet his gaze, an impish grin returning to her lips.
Dec 11 15:00:02 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Well..." she says with a chuckle of her own, "Ain't 'at a bit 'o irony in it all?"
Dec 11 15:01:30 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: "Perhaps. Bet you never thought you'd play PS3 with someone double your age, did you?" Guillaume smirks and sits up a bit, pulling her into his lap. "Though, tell me this, if you would." He leans over and whispers into her ear. "Did you enjoy the taste?"
Dec 11 15:04:39 :: (GC) Endymion forced Guillaume to title -- @GGrandma Sex@n
Dec 11 15:06:42 :: (GC) Endymion forced Guillaume to title -- @GAsshole Mustache@n
Dec 11 15:07:48 :: (GC) Siol forced all to vis
Dec 11 15:09:19 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: @yEndymion @W(@BOOC@W)s, 'I liek pen0r.'
Dec 11 15:12:06 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman grins widely, licking his lips as she leans against him. "Of course. Has that unique flavor. Madness makes it such a sweet vintage." He smiles as she mentions that his blood tasted wonderful. "Anytime you want more, just ask." A playful nip is given to her neck, and he grins.
Dec 11 15:52:04 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The features of the Prince seem to warm, if that would indeed be possible, he opened his eyes as he allowed his gaze to drift over Pelliden, "Pelliden, honor is the most important thing to me, I am noble by birth a lord of a province of france... I understand how you feel, but sometimes" he paused as if searching for the words, "You don't mean for your honor to be broken...and the only thing you can do is pick yourself up and put everything you have toward restoring that honor.... what caused you to
Dec 11 15:52:11 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: to frenzie so easily?"
Dec 11 15:52:40 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Gabriel
Dec 11 16:08:10 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince remains completely motionless in all aspects for the moment, to a mortal he would appear completely dead as he thought, his eyes finally opening toward the other Brujah, a faint sigh escaping his lip, "Pelliden, take no offense in what I say..for what I say is true and will be followed out with all the might I have" he shook his head, "I shouldn't allow you to even persue such a thing, however I understand where you come from, our blood is much alike.. but know this and know this well, IF
Dec 11 16:08:50 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: she ever takes an aggressive action toward 
Dec 11 16:09:27 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: she ever takes an aggressive action toward any one of my kindred, both you and her will face the fire togeather" his words were stern, yet housed a compassion not usually seen by the Prince.
Dec 11 16:17:10 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: A silvered brow arches and she gives a slight nod as she says, "The same goes for yew, if'n mah madness is so sweet an' all." The nip at her neck gives her a momentary start, but she relaxes back against him easily.
Dec 11 16:18:00 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: are out of a Primogen in the city at the moment...come to me"
Dec 11 16:19:24 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec 11 16:27:45 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman actually /giggles/ a moment and keeps his arms wrapped around her. "Aye, it is. I may come a calling again on you sometime. I'll be sure to give you another bike ride as well."
Dec 11 16:30:34 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "I'll be countin' on that ride, ye know," she grins and gives a careful nip at his neck as well, her lips forming a smirk as he giggles. "Who'd a figured I'd be fifty a'fore I find a suitor 'at's actually worth talkin' ta?"
Dec 11 18:27:49 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth watches the old man, still rubbing the black hand on his own shaved hand. "So... This black hand. Any chance you can tell me about it?" He raises a dark eyebrow inquisitively, a slight quirk to his lips.@D
Dec 11 18:30:16 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The old man is silent for a moment, dumping the contents of a small battle onto the table, which appears to be a small amount of ground down, green vegetation, dried out. He sifts through it, intent in his watching, as he mumbles, "..You have been touched by the Father of your line. Some see it as a blessing, and some as a curse..".
Dec 11 18:36:27 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth crosses his muscular arms over his sweater-clad chest. "@rI've no idea what to see it as. Although its intriguing.@D" He takes a few steps in no particular direction, but he doesn't near the old man, preferring not to give the man cause to distrust him. "@rWhich is why I'm here.@D"
Dec 11 18:40:18 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The wizened individual continues to sift through the herbs, pulling small stems and seeds from it, as he speaks, "..For those of your lineage, it would be a blessing. For those of mine, a curse, for I am not of Lasombra's childer at all..". He chuckles at this, the sound gruff but mirthful, as he divides the herbal matter, "..Who was it, that sent you to me..?", he asks, looking up and staring at Kenneth, his steely eyes betraying his frail countenance.
Dec 11 18:43:27 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth forces himself to look into the old man's eyes, to show respect if anything when he normally would not stare another in the eyes. "@rI came of my own accord. But if you mean who directed me to this particular residence... A gravekeeper.@D" He seems wont to touch on the subject of the old man's 'lineage', although his eyebrows perk up at the thought of it.
Dec 11 18:50:19 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..You wonder at my heritage..", the old man states, not asking a question, but speaking a fact. He smirks a bit, the expression seeming to fit his face well, and then goes on, "..I am Tremere. Oh, yes, one of those, to be sure. I will not relate my experience with having this mark upon my head, but I will tell you this: Not all who dig, do it in dirt..". He laughs, sounding more youthful now than he had earlier, and wipes the discarded stems and seeds off of the table, and onto the floor, "..Let me 
Dec 11 18:50:34 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Let me ask you. Have you ever smoked Marijuana, Senor Giles?".
Dec 11 18:53:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth raises a dark eyebrow at the mention of Tremere, although his face remtains its usual business-like air. "@rOn occasion in Bolivia, before we began the revolucion.@D" His arms remain crossed and his posture straight, although his dark eyes seem to plow into the man, waiting for whatever interesting speech comes next.
Dec 11 18:57:32 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The ancient wizard pulls out a pipe from beneath the table that he works at, and with all of the fervor of a teen, he goes about scraping old resin, and packing it with new, fresh herb, "..You will smoke it again. With me, and I will tell you about the hand that has settled on your head, Kenneth..", he explains. The raven, without warning, is at the window again, watching the pair of them.
Dec 11 19:00:43 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DWithout looking to the window, Kenneth speaks in his cold, straightforward voice. "@rIs he a friend of yours? Perhaps he'd like a hit.@D" This seems to be the only joke Kenneth's made in years, and the stoic, well-dressed man certainly does not crack a smile. Instead his lips remain pale and settled, and he only nods when told he will smoke. "@rVery well.@D"
Dec 11 19:07:33 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..I think he will be fine for now..", the old man remarks, seeming to have missed the humor in the joke, and what a shame that it should have been wasted! He finishes with packing the pipe, which is long-stemmed and quite old, carved from the wood of a cherry tree, and then pushes it across the table and to Kenneth's side. Lifting a finger, he blows on it, causing a blue flame to erupt from there, small and dancing, much like a lighter, "..Guests first. I insist..", he mumbles, seeming wizened again
Dec 11 19:10:23 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe authoritative hispanic takes a seat opposite the old man, putting his pale lips to the pipe with little feeling and pulling in the dry taste of marijuana, waiting for the light. After sucking in a fair amount of smoke, enough to fill his lungs, he pulls away and exhales without opening his mouth, bluish-grey smoke drifting from his nostrils animatedly, dancing towards the roof with languid movements like lanky dancers moving in silken outfits, or at least, this is what Kenneth perceives in his
Dec 11 19:10:40 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Dthis is what Kenneth perceives in his long-sober mindset.@W
Dec 11 19:25:10 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Well I guess it'll be a date then, huh?" she asks amusedly, though it's difficult to tell whether the amusement stems from the man's giggle or the prospect of dating someone older than her that looked half her age. Beatrice reaches up to give a playful tap on Guillaume's nose.
Dec 11 19:30:00 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The old man seems pleased with Kenneth's lack of hesitance, and to show this, he takes the long-stemmed pipe between his own lips, holding the combusted finger over the already-blackened herb, and does his own thing, pulling in the smoke, holding it, and letting it drift from his nostrils. It doesn't seem to bother him at all, "..Can I ask, by what fortune, you were touched by the Father of the Lasombra..?", he does, indeed ask.
Dec 11 19:31:25 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman smiles at the tap on her nose and he giggles once more. He licks at her finger playfully, and he shakes his head. "A date then. Just name the time cherie." He grins widely and tickles her stomach a bit.
Dec 11 19:34:09 :: (GC) Siol forced Viranka to quit
Dec 11 19:45:00 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Barely managing to tuck the card into her purse before beginning a comic attempt to fend of the tickling, Beatrice gives a whimperish sound. She slaps at Guillaume's hands in a light, but quick manner as if it could stop the tickling.
Dec 11 19:49:48 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The rumbling sound of the Stay-Puff Marshmellow man farting can be heard on the wind.
Dec 11 19:49:58 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The rumbling sound of the Stay-Puff Marshmellow man farting can be heard on the wind.
Dec 11 19:51:08 :: (GC) Salem rposed: Smiling, the young man nods.  "Sorry, straight to business of course.  I want a bike, about the only thing that'd make fuckin sense of me being here isn't it?"  He chuckles.
Dec 11 20:01:58 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The old man seems pleased with Kenneth's lack of hesitance, and to show this, he takes the long-stemmed pipe between his own lips, holding the combusted finger over the already-blackened herb, and does his own thing, pulling in the smoke, holding it, and letting it drift from his nostrils. It doesn't seem to bother him at all, "..Can I ask, by what fortune, you were touched by the Father of the Lasombra..?", he does, indeed ask.
Dec 11 20:07:23 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth stares at the old man across from him for a long while, before speaking in the same manner as usual, surprisingly. "@rI braved a volatile group of sewer-dwelling Nosferatu who seemed to want my skin for themselves. And.... I was turned into something I can't quite explain myself. Shadow behemoth, is the way I would describe it.@D" He remains stoic, but his voice takes on a story-teller tone as though he's settled down at a campfire, enthralled in the conversation of elder beings and ancien
Dec 11 20:11:44 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The old wizards bobs his head, nodding in reaction to Kenneth's telling of the tale. He doesn't speak, hoping not to interrupt the Lasombra, but instead, continues to puff off of his pipe, allowing a few rings of smoke to drift from his mouth as he holds his lips in an 'O' fashion. A hand is reached out, and using it, he strokes the Raven that is on the sill of the window.
Dec 11 20:13:27 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth watches silently, reaching up to dust off the shoulders of his black sweater, despite the fact that there is quite obviously nothing wrong with it. He looks back slowly, unbreathing, unblinking. "@rInteresting sensation. So... What of this hand? And what's at the end of the rabbit hole?...@D"
Dec 11 20:21:17 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The old man laughs, shaking his head and smirking again, "..What /is/ at the end of the rabbit hole, Senor Giles? For me, it was enlightment, but that knowledge came at the price of pain, flesh, and mind. I cannot speak of what it will do to you, or what price you will strike up for that knowledge. That is for you to find..", and with that, he turns out and begins to rummage through books, searching out something, and mumbling beneath his breath.
Dec 11 20:24:05 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth remains still, watching the old man with the same thoughtful expression. "@rYou've got some interesting.... somethings... in this place.@D" He touches a finger to his chin, his voice taking on an offhand manner as he waits for the man to find whatever it is he's searching for. "@rI was unable to use our endowed abilities.@D"
Dec 11 20:28:26 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The gentle lapping of the ocean waves on the beach makes soothing background noise as various birdcalls go out over the island, the wildlife barely noticeable. Sitting on the white sand is a tall man, entire body covered in scars, covered in sand, still with several wounds that haven't quite healed yet. He is obviously lost in some sort of trance, but he opens his eyes after a moment, the shimmering oculars peering out over the water.
Dec 11 20:30:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..I don't allow it. You're not in Spain, to be sure, Senor Giles. You are..in a world that I have made. It is a small world. Nothing more than a shack, but it is a world where I hold power over all..", the Tremere remarks, seeming amused with the whole ordeal. With an, "..Aha!", he pulls out a thick, black book, and blows the dust off of it, which clouds up and into the air, dancing about on unseen air currents.
Dec 11 20:31:36 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy walked along the beach, his gaze staring into the deep jungle. He turned back to his companion. "Scarred, maybe the way out is this way." He pointed to the deep jungle, and mountains beyond. Dusting the sand off his body he began to walk towards the edge of the jungle.
Dec 11 20:33:04 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth remains still in that odd, detached way of his. "@rInteresting.@D" His tone holds now skepticism, merely wonder, as though he could never hope to understand such a power. "@rIf only I could accomplish such a thing in California. I wouldn't have to worry about the pathetic prince handing me a deputy of his own clan.@D" Kenneth actually snickers, but the sound is less than peaceful, sinister and seriously irksome.
Dec 11 20:35:56 :: (GC) Faristil forced Nora to aura
Dec 11 20:35:59 :: (GC) Faristil forced Nora to status
Dec 11 20:38:28 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The larger man stands up and looks off to where Simon motioned. "Perhaps." He begins to walk with the boy, albeit painedly, and he breathes deeply of the cool air. "How are your wounds?"
Dec 11 20:38:31 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The wizard laughs again, though this time there is a touch of odd, foreign tone to it. He shakes his head, turning back to Kenneth, "..If that is the worst problem that you have to bitch about, then you are doing fine. You already have the sense, it would seem, to not purchase into those ruffian Lasombra, and their idealistic, new-age thinking..". He pages through the book for a moment, perusing it, and searching.
Dec 11 20:41:28 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy reached up and rubbed his shoulder. "My shoulder is ok." He looked down at it as best he could. "Im gonna have a scar." He took a step into the jungle and looked around. "Its not going to be an easy walk." He scratched his head and looked back towards the man, almost seeking an answer.
Dec 11 20:48:06 :: (GC) Simon rposed: He looked down slightly as he stumbled his way though the thick jungle. "Umm..." He continued to think as he walked. "Im not really sure what to ask..." His shoulder caused him slight pain as he was forced to stretch it.
Dec 11 20:49:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth merely crosses his arms over his chest again, watching the old man with a raised eyebrow. "@rIndeed...@D" He states, agreeably, before adding "@rI'm often surprised by how dimwitted those that attack me are.... Although I suppose from your perspective the same could be said of every descendant of Caine, mmm?@D" He glances to the Raven momentarily, admiring its feathers and the like. Kenneth closes his eyes momentarily, the mild marijuana buzz settling into his speech and mind. "@rOnce upon
Dec 11 20:51:47 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rOnce upon a midnight dreary, While I pondered, weak and weary...@D" Kenneth smiles softly, opening his eyes to survey the Raven again. "@rWas there a rapping at your chamber door.. From this one?@D"
Dec 11 20:52:58 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy thinks again, "What where those things that attacked us?" Seeing the care that Scarred-With-Silver took, he too tried to emulate this. Carefully he climbed over and ducked under the obstacles in front of him.
Dec 11 20:52:59 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy thinks again, "What where those things that attacked us?" Seeing the care that Scarred-With-Silver took, he too tried to emulate this. Carefully he climbed over and ducked under the obstacles in front of him.
Dec 11 20:56:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Oh no. He does not rap. He is a quiet childe, that one. He has been with me for an age..", the wizened Tremere notes, allowing a benign smile to cross over his features. With that, he begins to tear pages out of the book, ripping them right off and setting them aside. This is quite an odd thing for a Tremere to do to a book!
Dec 11 20:59:40 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth watches with his usual solemn gaze, closing his eyes gently to the sound of ripping paper. "@rSuch a horrifying sound... It's always irked me. Oh, if only we'd have some Requiem or the like... Haven't had the chance to simply listen to /music/ in years. Fucking Primogen sitting around...@D" He mumbles inaudibly, or perhaps audibly(he says 'fucking tories'), before speaking again in that same crisp Spanish. "@rOh, but I won't get into that.@D"
Dec 11 21:03:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The old mage continues to tear strips of paper from the book, resting them off to the side and forming a seperate pile, which now numbers in the twenties, "..Those things, while here, are of no concern. You are in another world. Why worry and complain of the problems that you have left behind for now..". When he is done, he closes the book, and swats it off to the floor, pushing the pages across the table, and to Kenneth.
Dec 11 21:04:29 :: (GC) Simon rposed: "They are Garou?" He also thinks back to the events. "Why are they bad? And Why does the Wyrm want to hurt people." He finds a bit more of a clearer path, walking slowly along it
Dec 11 21:06:42 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..An apprenticeship for fixin' and upgradin' then, of course. I'm not one for messing around with something that I'm not familiar with. So I'll learn. I don't expect payment. You just might have me hanging around from time to time. And, of course, I could use the help with getting the bike, which I can afford..", Gareth admits, watching the man with a bit of a lop-sided, very easy and casual smile. He seems relaxed, and not at all on edge.
Dec 11 21:07:44 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The older Garou nods his head. 
Dec 11 21:08:55 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The older Garou nods his head. "Yes, they are tainted Garou." The scarred man yawns, still a bit tired. "Would you like a history lesson of our people, little wolf?" He slipped into his old teaching routine, using the affectionate term for the boy.
Dec 11 21:09:42 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy smiled and nodded. He looked for a place he could sit down and listen. He rested agianst a tree, his hands resting in his lap.
Dec 11 21:11:20 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth pauses, considering, places a cold hand on the stack of papers. Before answering his head tilts, like some ancient philosopher turning his own cryptic gaze upon himself, causing an implosion of the mind. "@rBecause when I return I'll most likely have to end lives.@D" And with that simple sentence he picks up the papers and begins reading, now and then glancing to the ancient man.
Dec 11 21:14:51 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..If you cannot read that, then you will have to learn. Don't bother with asking another to do it. They will not read the same thing as you would, and knowing what they can read, will do little good in the goal that you have..", the Tremere remarks, seeming casual about the whole thing. Slowly, he begins to clean up his workdesk, putting away bottles and phials and books and the like.
Dec 11 21:15:13 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The older wolf nodded and sat down amongst a cluster of roots, a bird landing on his shoulder. He chuckled a moment and smiled, looking back to Simon. "In the beginning, there was Gaia. She is the mother of everything, and all things come from her, at least in part." He clears his throat a moment. "Gaia made 3 forces to balance the world. The first was the Wyld. The Wyld is the force of nature, primordial, and pure chaos. The Weaver, the second force, is order, and reason. The Weaver spins it's webs
Dec 11 21:15:56 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The Weaver spins it's webs, and traps the Wyld into forms we can see, and understand. The final force is the Wyrm. It was made to destroy the Weaver's webs, and return things to the Wyld." He smiles for a moment. "All was in balance for a time, and the world was wonderful and perfect. Then, something went horribly wrong."
Dec 11 21:17:26 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Spreading his arms out, the lithe and striking Englishman smirks a bit, though the expression is jovial, "..You've got me. I've nothing to offer in return. Nothing that would be of use, that is. What is it that you like?", he asks, but before he can give the man the time to answer, he extends a hand, offering to shake, "..I'm Gareth, by the way. Just arrived in town naught but a week ago..".
Dec 11 21:17:53 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy drew his knees up and clinched them tight to his chest as he listened. His eyes wide as he listened to the tale the older wolf spun for him.
Dec 11 21:25:05 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: We Garou fight for Gaia, and to stave off the world's destruction at the hands of the Wyrm."
Dec 11 21:28:03 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I can offer cash. Whatever rate that you charge, within reasonable limits. I'm not a poor man, but I am not rich, either. As for antiques, well, it is not often that I come across them, but, you never know, do you?", Gareth admits, allowing another disarming smile to touch at the length of his full lips.
Dec 11 21:28:30 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nodded slightly. "So we are trying to save the Wyld?" He thinks on this for a moment before speaking again "Do you think we can stop the Wyrm and the Weaver?" He rests his chin on his knees.
Dec 11 21:32:05 :: (GC) Nora rposed: A young man with dark hair searches though one of many shelves of books. He occasional pulls a book from the shelf, flipping though and reading a few pages, then returning it. On a sign above the shelf the word 'Occult' can be seen. A small pile of books at stacked up beside him.
Dec 11 21:33:05 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods, "Its like Vira said, we can't give up, cause if we give up then they win for sure. Right?"
Dec 11 21:34:24 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..It's a deal then. I'll drop in again, when I'm willing to start. Until then, I'd appreciate it if you could search me out a bike, right? Something to fix up a bit..", Gareth admits, walking with Christian over to the garage door. With another smile of ease, he adds, "..Lock up tight. Lots of vandalism going on these nights..", and with that, he starts off, apparently having driven nothing. A cigarette is fished from his pocket.
Dec 11 21:35:34 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man knelt down, his eyes glancing quickly to the approaching man, then back down to the shelf. He pulls another from the shelf and flips though it, then sets it down on his slowly growing stack. He mutters slightly to himself. "Humm looks like they don't have it, Have to get in touch with Qween." He pulls another reading the cover to himself in Latin.
Dec 11 21:36:20 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy leaps up and follows the older wolf. His hands now help behind his back. Long curly brown hair bouncing as they walked.
Dec 11 21:40:05 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man flips though another book, idling registering the mans statement. He replies half heartily. "Yes, but I won't find it here." He keeps flipping though another book before putting it back on the shelf.
Dec 11 21:41:23 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy closes his eyes, letting his own hands grow long claws. Slightly amazed by this ability, he walks forward sinking his own claws into the cliff face.
Dec 11 21:46:19 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Climbing takes not only ever ounce of the boys strength but as well as his concentration. He says nothing as he focuses completely on climbing the rock face.
Dec 11 21:48:09 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: There is a light knock upon the door.
Dec 11 21:48:47 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: pauses his typing as he lifts his mug to take a sip of the ...seemingly never ending blood inside.. totally a John Wayne built mug "Come in"
Dec 11 21:48:50 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..If you cannot read that, then you will have to learn. Don't bother with asking another to do it. They will not read the same thing as you would, and knowing what they can read, will do little good in the goal that you have..", the Tremere remarks, seeming casual about the whole thing. Slowly, he begins to clean up his workdesk, putting away bottles and phials and books and the like.
Dec 11 21:49:33 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Biting down on his lower lip, he strives harder to climb the rock face. He puts his all into every foot he climbs. Before long he reaches the top, scrambling up atop the cliff and trying to catch his breath.
Dec 11 21:53:06 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Enter Gareth, the striking Englishman with the dashing completion and charming tongue of silver and fire. He pushes the door closed behind, and nods his head to Gabriel, "..I hear there has been a fair bit of excitement in the past few evenings. Clan mates being returned with table legs stuck in them, hmm?", he points out.
Dec 11 21:56:51 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy sits down and thinks for a second, confused at this test. He chews on his lower lip, as he thinks. His mind races though everything he has ever heard and thought before in his life.
Dec 11 21:59:06 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man bends down and picks up the stack of books next to him. He looks over the stack, thinking for a moment. "I guess these will do." His voice soft and barely audible. He makes his way towards the counter. Carrying the books under his arm.
Dec 11 22:05:30 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, I know what she is. She's told me. She seems to trust me, for a reason that I cannot quite touch upon, for a lack of knowing. And I have a plan for her. She will make a good pet, once I am through with her...training..", Gareth admits, leaning back against the door and folding his arms over his chest, "..She is a useful tool. And shall continue to become moreso..".
Dec 11 22:08:05 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Well thats good... hows that training going?" Gabriel asked spinning his chair around to face the other man before crossing his arms over his chest, "Kill anybody lately?" he raised an eyebrow as he asked casually, "Remind me I need to speak with Luke and get that new security system installed around here...there are too many people walking in I don't want around...namely that Gullame fellow"
Dec 11 22:08:12 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy sat, trying his hardest to do what he was told. He didn't say anything for awhile, then he opened his mouth, hesitating for a second. "Running away from your problems only seems to make them worse." These wasn't really a wise statement, but an obvious truth the young boy had come to know.
Dec 11 22:12:03 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..No dead people as of late. It has been refreshing, truth be told. Well, except for the normal dead people that come in and out of here..", Gareth admits, smirking a bit as his own lame sense of humour, "..The training is going well. She is malleable, and has little faith in those who raised her. I will crush the rest of it out..".
Dec 11 22:13:19 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy stands up and nods. He looks about for a path, then decides to wait and follow the elder wolf.
Dec 11 22:19:51 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Pelliden will get over it. We ought naught get attached to those that we cannot keep. He is caught in the hopeless traps of youth. If he pushes the topic, he and I might have words over it, and I doubt that he would survive them. I have every intent of keeping her as a weapon. There is no room in her life, for love...", Gareth remarks, seeming rather firm and stoic on the conversation.
Dec 11 22:20:28 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy follows behind, using rocks and other things to brace his accent. He thinks on what the man has told him and merely nods. "Scarred, what do you think my Rite of Passage will be like?" He speeds up as to not fall behind. "You think it will be hard?"
Dec 11 22:23:28 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: darker at the latter of his words, "And perhaps removing someone of their own...."
Dec 11 22:26:11 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh? I don't think that he would do so well in a position of power, at the moment. He is far from stable. Even for a Brujah. Though, I would be interested in knowing who you plan to remove from their position..", the striking Englishman admits, arching his own brow at this, and awaiting a response.
Dec 11 22:27:54 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I didn't mean at this moment in time, he definately needs to become more stable... but I was considering Kenneth" Gabriel sighed deeply as his eyes looked up to meet Gareth's, "I don't know what has happened to him and frankly, I don't feel quite so secure with it...he doesn't act nearly as often as he should, and I believe once Pelliden becomes stable once again he would serve much better"
Dec 11 22:29:22 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy nods slightly. "Will I have to do it alone?" He climbs up as well. "Because Im not sure if I will be able to do it on my own... I would be scared." He looked up at the sky.
Dec 11 22:33:12 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A worried look comes over his face, but he nods. He follows close behind the man. "Well, if you think I can do it... then I will try. I will try really hard."
Dec 11 22:44:20 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy nods and looks around, amazed by the sight. "Wow... its so pretty." He walks near the edge and looks over. "It goes on forever."
Dec 11 22:46:09 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..It is pathetic, but it is how they are. You must nurture them. Humour them. Keep them stroked. It will be worth the effort in the end..", Gareth admits, not moving from his spot against the wall, "..In fact, I would go so far as to remove Pelliden from being a Deputy, for the time. Until he can learn the difference between a good idea and a bad idea. Perhaps Kenneth..should be allowed to pick his own partner. I think he would be much more favorable, then..".
Dec 11 22:50:29 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I don't know if I would go that far...  Pellidens psyche is fragile at the moment and just as much as I must pamper the bastard Lasombra, I must also do the same to him, I can however make sure that he doesn't act on that authority by sending him on wild goose chases and the like" Gabriel shrugged putting the pencil back on the desk, "I also offered Kenneth such right, and yet he chose no one.. I won't say im not partial to the kid because hes of my clan, because to a point I am" sighing he looked 
Dec 11 22:51:07 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: toward the book shelf, "I'm going to play Brujah Primogen, and try and educate these young warriors some.... they only need alittle guidence I believe"
Dec 11 22:51:44 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Laid out before the pair of spiritual warriors is the full sight of Summer Country. This is it. This is the place that Gaia rested before strife took the world. This is the place that she created out of pure love. Her love. That which she felt for all that she beheld. Miles of ocean stretch on as far as the eye can see, as blue as anything, and so rich in colour that only a painting could match it. No boats. No planes. Nothing but nature, and it's beauty. The island is shaped like a crescent moon, an
Dec 11 22:52:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) and it too is untouched by the harmful greed of mortal hands. Below, running along the beach, can be seen a pack of wolves in Lupus form, not chasing anything at all, but running for the pleasure of it, and for their utter content-feeling at being home, in a world that was built for them, and meant for them.
Dec 11 22:55:51 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You are the Prince, and it is your own right to do as much. However, I think that Kenneth should be offered to chance again, to pick another, or do with none at all. Pelliden can be moved to some other position. Seneschal, or Keeper. Something without importance to it. That should assuage his pride at the same time." -- Gareth isn't arguing, only stating his opinion on this.
Dec 11 22:57:54 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "You are right it is my right" Gabriel chuckled, "Perhaps I may move him to be assistant keeper, however placing one such as himself in the seat of Seneschal is a scary thought...I shall give Kenneth another chance also... so tell me have you yet went on patrol tonight?" 
Dec 11 22:59:15 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The tall italian Garou looks down at the wolves running, and he grins a bit towards Simon. "Look, others. Perhaps they know more than we do about Summer Country, and can tell us how to return to our world." He sees an easy way down and shifts to lupus form, a smile on his features as his body shifts down into his silver furred wolf form, eyes still brightly shimmering.
Dec 11 23:02:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy follows suit, heading down the side of the mountain. He clumsyly makes his way behind the elder, only nearly falling a few times.
Dec 11 23:09:18 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The silver furred wolf soon makes it to ground level with the boy, and he starts to run, running, running, running. His long legs stretch out with every loping gait, but he goes slow enough for the boy to keep up, his nose constantly scenting for the wolves ahead of him, following them easily.
Dec 11 23:19:52 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The silver furred wolf soon makes it to ground level with the boy, and he starts to run, running, running, running. His long legs stretch out with every loping gait, but he goes slow enough for the boy to keep up, his nose constantly scenting for the wolves ahead of him, following them easily.
Dec 11 23:21:12 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy followed behind, his shorter legs having to work twice as hard to keep up with the longer legged elder. He still favored his front leg, however only slightly. His dull gray fur seemed to pale next to the elders shinning fur. His tongue hung from the side of his mouth as he ran, enjoying this run very much.
Dec 11 23:27:10 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "You're doing a wonderful job as a deputy, that is certainly a fact.. however Gareth and his band of soliders are more than keeping the domain patrolled... The streets are becoming safer, and the threat is becoming less, however... It has came to my attention a few times that there are very many people who are coming into Elysium that I do not desire to be here" Pausing the Prince closed his book and sat it on his desk, "What I would like to do is commission you into holding the title of Assistant K
Dec 11 23:27:53 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Keeper, and once our multiple elysia are complete a full keeper at one of them, I also would like to ask you to act as ...for lack of a better term, what it has been called for ages a hound, not to be confused with the scourge like so many people mistake"
Dec 11 23:45:24 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The younger wolf tries his hardest to keep put, and does so. He truly enjoys the feeling as well. He looks over to the other wolves, unsure of what to say or do.
Dec 11 23:53:21 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Do you not like my decision? in essence I offer you authority over everyone in Elysium... and when acting as my hound power to do anything without question of anyone?" The Prince pondered for a moment, "If you would rather remain deputy then I will not move you, I can find someone else to do the job if that would be your desire, I am not ordering you, I am asking and suggesting... I appreciate the fact you will follow any order I speak, but this is not one"
Dec 11 23:54:11 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The pack of wild wolves continue with their sprint, full pace and without the intent to slow down at all. He leap, and art, dive this way and that, jumping around rocks and the like. As they pull away though, leaving both Michelangelo and Simon quite tired, the whole pack of them literally fades off and into the air, each of them leaping from the sanded beach, and never landing again...
Dec 11 23:54:58 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The younger wolf slows as well, his breath coming in heavy pants. "Scarred...Where did they go?" His words where long and winded. He laid down on his paws, panting heavily.
Dec 12 00:14:29 :: (GC) Endymion forced Leanan to title O'Carolan
Dec 12 00:26:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: if I did not take care of my people? how just of a Prince would that make me?"
Dec 12 00:27:13 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Endymion grabs Leanan and gives her a swift kick onto the Grid!
Dec 12 00:27:35 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Siol gives Leanan a water balloon for her protection.
Dec 12 00:31:36 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "If that is all you ever do to anger me, than you are a better Camarilla than myself" The Prince said with a chuckle, "I don't fear the werekin, and if anything I could consider it a loose end that needs to be tied up, knowing and tracking the location of such a creature could indeed be a good security measure dont you think?"
Dec 12 00:37:21 :: (GC) Nora rposed: A young man with dark black hair is standing by a shelf of books, his eyes lowered as he searches though  the rows and rows of books. His lips moving silently as he reads the titles along their spines. His chin length black hair falling forward to shadow his face. The shelf he is looking though is labeled 'Occult'.
Dec 12 00:40:46 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Wandering the isles, she would pause from time to time to pluck a book from a shelf and glance it over momentarily before replacing it. Reaching a slender arm up, she tucked her hair behind her ear and meandered over to the Occult section...it was always good for a laugh, after all. As she saw the person there, silvered-emerald eyes would caress his form momentarily before turning to read the spines laid out a'fore her.
Dec 12 00:44:15 :: (GC) Nora rposed: Glancing over at the woman who approached, a light flush coming over him. He quickly ducked down to a lower shelf. His lithe body bending with a certain grace. He pulls another book from the shelf, then seeming slightly flustered he shoves it back. He curses lightly under his breath in latin. Reaching for his bag, an onver the shoulder man-bag, he pulls a book from it. This book is bound in an odd looking leather, with markings burned into it. He flips it open reading a passage, then replaces it bac
Dec 12 00:44:38 :: (GC) Nora rposed: He flips it open reading a passage, then replaces it back in his bag.
Dec 12 00:48:46 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: "They'll think you stole that, you know...if you're not careful." Her voice had a mild Irish lilt to it, hinting that perhaps English wasn't her first language. Amusement sparkled in her glittering orbs as she watched him, the muttering catching her attention. Grabbing the edge of her long black skirt, she would swirl it slightly so that it settled bell-like as she crouched down to look at him on eye-level.
Dec 12 00:54:41 :: (GC) Endymion forced Erich to aura Honeyed Tongue, Presence3
Dec 12 00:55:11 :: (GC) Endymion forced Erich to aura Honeyed Tongue,) ( Presence3
Dec 12 00:55:44 :: (GC) Nora rposed: With out thinking the young man spoke. "If they begin carrying the book, I will gladly pay $$39.95 for it." Then looking over towards the towards the woman, seeing into her eyes, then his flush grew. He quickly grabbed for a book, clumsily hiding behind it, pretending to be reading. His eyes occasionally darting over to her, only severing to increase his flush.
Dec 12 00:59:52 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: His adorably flustered mien brought a small, mischievious smile to her lips. Crossing her arms over her knees, she leaned forward a bit more causing her pendant to catch the light from above and glint under the luminescence. In this pose it would be easy for one to, accidentally or on purpose, catch a rather nice view of cleavage. Her sapphire top was a v-necked and collared with one of those off the shoulder cuts where the sleeves weren't connected at the top, only the bottom, showing off pale skin
Dec 12 01:01:53 :: (GC) Endymion forced Erich to aura Honeyed Tongue|Presence
Dec 12 01:02:51 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Endymion throws Erich at Gabriel, ordering him to refill Coffee.
Dec 12 01:03:35 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man blinks slightly, clearly catching sight down her shirt. His entire face becomes quite flushed as he flips a page in his book. "Umm... What do you mean..." His voice was gentle and soft, almost feminine.
Dec 12 01:03:45 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The door is knocked upon.
Dec 12 01:04:44 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Reaching out, she'd lightly poke his cheek to indicate the blush. If he didn't pull away, that is.
Dec 12 01:06:09 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I don't know he if knows or not we didnt get to finish our conversation, it could be he knows, or the last time he saw her she was safe and well, I cannot say for certain" The Prince chuckled as he heard the sound, "Gunfire? on a Ventrue? an old and powerful ventrue... not likely, I don't suggest aggressive toward him either, I will not take either of your side should it come to combat... but I promise he is powerful"
Dec 12 01:06:45 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Gabriel
Dec 12 01:06:55 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man nearly fell over at her touch, however caught himself. He grabbed his bag and took a slight step back. His face fully red now, his eyes glued to the floor. "Im very sorry miss..." He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but he felt it the best option. He clutched his bag to his chest as he stared at the floor.
Dec 12 01:09:00 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Giggling, she stood, once again swirling her skirt, which was settled low on her hips so that one could see her belly, and her pierced navel. "What was that apology for?" Her tone sounded out her amusement as she reached out to caress the opposite side of his face with the knuckle of her index finger.
Dec 12 01:11:39 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man's heart raced as he tore away from her, he sounded almost in tears. "What... you want to make fun of me too..." He held his bag close to him. "Your just like everyone else, going to tease me, then laugh when I get flustered..." His voice, however was still soft, and held a slight southern twang.
Dec 12 01:12:24 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Standing over the chess board fiddling with the pieces Erich looks to the voice offering the small man an radiantly warm smile "Good taste in childre?" 
Dec 12 01:14:00 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Her expression turned to one of surprise and then sympathy as she brought her left hand up, fingertips pressed to her lips. "Oh...sweetheart...sounds like life was cruel to you." Extending that same hand a moment later in greeting. "Leanan. How do you do?"
Dec 12 01:16:11 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man looks up, his black ringed eyes slightly puffy. He shakes his head, then extends his hand. "Im sorry for my outburst." His voice sounding back to normal. "My name is Nora. Its a pleasure to meet you." He still did not look her in the eye.
Dec 12 01:18:57 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Holding onto his hand, she'd turn it slightly and lay a gently kiss against it. "Pleasure is mine, Nora." Her voice light and her smile welcoming as she straightened and released his hand.
Dec 12 01:23:02 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young mans pale body seemed to blush. He nods slightly, then speaks again in his soft voice. "Im sorry... I have had a lot of teasing... mostly from pretty girls." He seemed to get slightly weak as he spoke this last words, his voice faltering half way though.
Dec 12 01:25:17 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Looking around, curiously, she'd ask in playful confusion, "Pretty girl? Where!" The smile she offered him conveyed that she was making a joke at her own expense, not his.
Dec 12 01:27:11 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man smiles weakly and nods. His knuckles turning a shade of white as he clutched his bag to his chest. He struggles for words, however in the end fails to find them.
Dec 12 01:29:10 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Leaning up on her toes, she'd rock back to her heels in a little bounce. "So! What were you reading?" Looking to the shelf to give him room to breathe.
Dec 12 01:33:51 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man smiled and looked up at her, "The truth is, Im checking out the competition." He bent back down and grabbed a book from the shelf. "The 'Occult' books here are crap... Im opening a bookstore in town soon." He still held the blush on his face and refused to look her in the eyes.
Dec 12 01:36:18 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Leaning over, she'd brush up against him lightly as she looked at the book in his hand. She was a bit shorter than him though so he would catch the scent of something spicey. A hint of cinnamon and clove from a oil that she rubbed into her hair for shine. "Oh? Is it only metaphysics?" Her interest seemed genuine.
Dec 12 01:40:20 :: (GC) Nora rposed: Using all his will power to resist fainting he held out the book. "Its all crap, well maybe not one or two of the books." He pulls away from her and slips the book back on the shelf. "They are all good reads, but your not going to learn anything from them." He slips his hand into his bag, and pulls out a small book bound in black cloth. "This is a book you can learn something from."
Dec 12 01:41:59 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Tilts her head slightly to look from his face to the volume in his hands. "Oh? What's written in there?" It seemed a bit personal, more like a journal, as such she linked her hands behind her back and didn't touch.
Dec 12 01:46:06 :: (GC) Nora rposed: He flips the book open. The pages where made of an old and delicate paper. Many intricate drawings cover its pages. Words in both Latin and English are scribbled across the pages in a seemingly random manner."Its the magical journal, I don't know who wrote it. However I can tell you that this person was really onto something." He flips further into the book, droplets of red stain the last pages that where written on. "Im going to finish their work."
Dec 12 01:48:04 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Furrows her brow, extending one well-manicured digit to lift a page carefully and examine the red stain. "Hrm! Where did you get it...? I'm guessing that these aren't just random ink blotches?"
Dec 12 01:52:11 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man snapped the book closed. "I have a friend online, he has a big selection. He is my supplier." Tucking the book back in the bag he backed away from her, putting a comfortable amount of space between them. He blushed slightly, looking at the ground he spoke. "Im opening a book store called The Enchanted Moon, Come by if you get a chance." He blushed brighter extending this offer to her. His confidence had rose while they spoke of the Occult but quickly dropped again.
Dec 12 01:53:49 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Placing a hand over her breast, she dropped him a polite curtsey and smiled sweetly while replying, "I would love to. Perhaps you can educate this little Catholic girl in more worldly affairs." Despite her flippant words, her tone held no malice or mockery.
Dec 12 01:57:58 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man followed her hand, then quickly went back to the floor with a blush on his face. "S..sure.." He stuttered this last bit. He seemed to be choking on his words. He quickly swallowed and stared at the floor.
Dec 12 01:59:45 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: "Do you need something to drink? You seem a bit horse. Coffee, maybe?" Quickly making an excuse for him in an attempt to calm his nerves. This wasn't so bad...this was her vacation, just chatting with a boy in a bookstore.
Dec 12 02:02:40 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man nodded slightly. "Yeah, I would like that..." He seemed fairly weak with this answer, as that was the question he had choked on. "There is a coffee shop right up stairs." He smiles weakly, still looking at the ground.
Dec 12 02:05:25 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Gliding to his side, she'd link her arm with his companionably and gesture with her free hand. "Lead the way, then! We'll have a nice chat and a warm drink."
Dec 12 02:07:28 :: (GC) Nora rposed: Nodding slightly, he forced his shaking knees to carry them forward. His dark chin length hair still shadowing his face as he starred at the ground. His free hand clutching his man bag to his side.
Dec 12 02:10:17 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: She would enter with him, a pleasant smile lighting her pretty features and no doubt drawing a few looks from the other patrons. Pondering the menu, she clicked her tongue softly in thought.
Dec 12 02:12:54 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man seemed to grow more flushed as the two attracted the attention of other customers. He looked up at the menu, and quickly made his choice. However he waited for her to make her selection before saying anything.
Dec 12 02:14:14 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Looking at the person behind the counter, she smiled and intoned, "The peppermint chiller...it's festive!" Then she would look back at Nora, brows raised in silent question.
Dec 12 02:16:58 :: (GC) Nora rposed: "Earl Gray Tea, black." His voice still held the soft tone. He blushed and looked around the room for a seat, quickly finding a pair of seats in a back corner, where with a bit of luck could have a little privacy.
Dec 12 02:21:08 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Waited on their drinks, her arm still linked with his. She didn't mind the attention at all and was completely at her ease..humming a soft tune as the time passed.
Dec 12 02:29:38 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man took both of the drinks when they arrived and with a smiled carried them to the table. He set them both down and waited for her to sit down before taking his own seat. He removed his long black trench coat, reviling a thin delicate body. He folded the trench coat across the back on the chair.
Dec 12 02:32:38 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Each step she took was much akin to a dance step instead of graceless locomotion. Trailing her hand along his arm as she released it, she swished her skirts lightly as she sat, settling them comfortably as she did so. Then, crossing her arms on the table she smiled up at her new acquaintance.
Dec 12 02:35:59 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The frail young man took his seat across from her. He blushed as he took up the cup of tea, sipping on it. "So, Umm.." He looked into his cup. "Where are you from?" His voice remained low and gentle. His eyes ran from the cup up to her face, then back down. He silently hoped she hadn't saw he looking.
Dec 12 02:37:45 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: If she saw or not was anyone's guess. Taking the cold drink between her hands, she rolled it there once before picking it up and inhaling the peppermint scent. "Oh, these are lovely...shame they're seasonal, aye?" Holding the cup out to him in offering before answering his question. "Overseas, originally. But I grew up in New York. Yourself?"
Dec 12 02:40:34 :: (GC) Nora rposed: "Overseas, and New York, Wow... You would never know the little town I grew up in." He paused as he sipped on the hot drink. "Im from a little town called Dayton, Tennessee, not Ohio." His slight southern twang was now explained. "Its a little red neck town... hardly anyone knows about it." He takes another long drink. "What brings you to LA?"
Dec 12 02:41:28 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "That'd be Senorita Maria Juarez, of Mexico City."
Dec 12 02:45:56 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: With the location, the persecution he had come to expect was explained. Bringing the drink to her lips, she took a drink and smiled at the plastic cup. "I've been all over the states. Road tripped for a few years."
Dec 12 02:48:34 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man smiled. "Really... So are you just passing though?" He took another sip. Then set down his cup. He idly fiddled with on of the many silver rings he wore. His tongue toying with his lip piercing.
Dec 12 02:51:02 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: "Mm...I am a bit of a vagrant," She laughed. Her attire and grooming speaking against the word choice. Shrugging, she set her hair bouncing for a moment. "I never how long I'm going to be in a spot until I leave...
Dec 12 02:54:05 :: (GC) Nora rposed: "Oh..." Feeling slightly defeated the young man sat back in the chair and rolled up the sleeves of his black turtle neck sweater. He looked up at her a grinned a little. "You know, Im a bit of a fortune teller." His words where filled with the same confidence that he had when he had spoken before on the Occult.
Dec 12 02:55:36 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: "Is that so?" Her expression lifting with amusement. "What do you do? Runes, bone, tarot, palmistry, other?" She would toy with her bracelets, flicking her left wrist idly to make them jingle and chime against each other faintly.
Dec 12 02:58:17 :: (GC) Nora rposed: Reaching into his bag he pulls out a small velvet bag. he pulls a small shimmering gem. "I use these gems, I found them when I was very young. They have yet to lead me astray." He places the stone back in the small bag. "Care for a go?"
Dec 12 03:02:22 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man shakes his head. "No Its bad luck for anyone other than myself to touch them. Merely ask a question and I shall cast and read them for you." He smiled and held the bag waiting for her answer.
Dec 12 03:17:28 :: (GC) Viranka rposed: Sitting on a low branch, one leg dangled below and kicked slowly. Her other was braced against the bark with her hands folded over it and her cheek resting there on. Humming a soft song in Hawai'ian, she had learned as a child, she seemed to be lost to some inner ponderings. 
Dec 12 03:18:07 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Sounds of hot French sexing can be heard on the wind.
Dec 12 03:20:06 :: (GC) Nora rposed: With a lifted brow he cast the stones onto the table noting their position. He ran his long, think fingers across their surface, not moving them at all. He closed his eyes thinking upon what was spoken. "Your question is very vague... Possibly too vague. However, Never take the whispers lightly, for the winds hear all that is spoken, and as such carry much knowledge." He opened his eyes after speaking.
Dec 12 03:29:00 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man looks to her. "Vague questions come with Vague answers." He smiled up to her slightly. "However the ghosts of our past use many mediums to speak with us." He takes another drink of the quickly cooling cup of tea. He reaches into his bag and pulls out a small book, This book was covered in strange markings. "Lets see what this has to say about it." He begins to read.
Dec 12 03:30:24 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Leans forward a bit to have a glance at the book. "What is that one? And..well, I know. But the question was really personal." She glanced away, abashed, momentarily.
Dec 12 03:33:50 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man, speaking in an almost uncaring tone. "We all have dark secrets in our past, the real secret is how long can you keep them a secret." He flips though the pages, the entire book written in Latin. He speaks softly in Latin to himself, the looks up at the girl, a single brow raised.
Dec 12 03:38:29 :: (GC) Nora rposed: With a flick of the wrist, the book closed with a audible snap. He slipped it back into his bag, not saying a word. The young man looked at her for a long moment, resting on his chin. A slight blush coming over him as he realized her beauty. "We are all haunted... Our memory and guilt are the most persistent of all phantoms."
Dec 12 03:40:45 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: "Ah...that was just as vague as my initial question!" She laughed, leaning back and taking another long sip from her drink. "Ah well...can't be helped." Despite the question she had asked and the meaning behind it...and the rather needled response she received, the woman seemed rather happy still.
Dec 12 03:44:25 :: (GC) Nora rposed: With a great amount of care he collected the small shinning stones and placed them back in the velvet sack. He slipped the small sack back into his bag. "I will also be giving fortunes at my shop." His voice had shifted from the monotoned voice of the Oracle and back to the soft gentle voice of the shy young man.
Dec 12 03:47:15 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Nodding, she would reach across the table and gently caress his face for the briefest moment before once more leaning back. "I look forward to seeing your shop, Nora." smiling brightly to him.
Dec 12 03:49:51 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young mans eyes grew wide at the contact. He suck back into his seat after she released him from his grasp. He tried to speak for a moment, but the words all failed him. He merely nodded, weakly at that, and stared at his cup. A bright flush covering his face.
Dec 12 03:51:15 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: "You're not used to friendly conversation, are you?" Giggling softly and stirring her drink. "I know how that is...I wasn't very liked in high school save for all the worst reasons."
Dec 12 03:53:36 :: (GC) Nora rposed: He looked up at her. "I... never had any friends..." He became embarrassed, "I umm, was a gymnast in high school, and well... being a male gymnast in a redneck town doesn't exactly make you many friends." His hands clasp together in his lap as he prepared for her laughter.
Dec 12 04:00:22 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man looks up. "I enjoyed it." He lifted up his arm with an audible pop his shoulder slips from its socket and he curls his arm around tucking it perfectly behind his back. Then repeating this process with his other arm, this time going downward behind his back and interlocking his hands. His arms where not able to be seen form the front. "I can do the same with my legs." He slips them both back to normal.
Dec 12 04:02:38 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Her head slowly tips to the side as she watches him. Softly whistling in appreciation, her eyes took on a devious little glint as she mused, "You'd probably be quite fun in the dark..." Letting him that that to mean whatever he chose.
Dec 12 04:04:57 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man blushes brightly and shakes his head, looking towards the floor. "I umm..." He is unable to produce an answer to the question and looks away. Painful memories running before his eyes. His fingers wrapping around each other in his lap.
Dec 12 04:07:44 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: She'd move to sit next to him, sliding an arm around his shoulder and pulling him closer...provided he didn't protest, that is. Her words, either way, would be soft and soothing. "There now, I'm sorry...I shouldn't have said that..."
Dec 12 04:11:12 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man did not protest, however he became quite flushed. He had never been this close to a women in his life. He shook his head after a second and pulled himself away from her. "Its not your fault that Im a outsider." His voice was filled with sadness. "You have been.. really nice to me..." He smiles weakly. "None of the girls in school where ever this nice." He looked away agian.
Dec 12 04:14:09 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Reaching out, she extended her index finger and placed it against the far side of his jaw, nudging him to face her as she replied, "Don't be so shy...people see it as weakness and prey upon it. Present confidence..or at least mystery..you'll find less people wanting to do you ill."
Dec 12 04:16:08 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Endymion snickers.
Dec 12 04:17:58 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man turned his head with the force of her finger. His face growing more and more flushed. "I umm.. Im... " He blinks slightly. "Im only this way around girls really..." He looks down, looking more at her lips than the floor. His hands still wrapping around themselves in his lap.
Dec 12 04:19:11 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Those same lips would curve up in a winsome smile. "Well, then consider this practice! Look up, Nora. Look me in the eye. It's not that hard." Her tone was gentle and encouraging.
Dec 12 04:21:07 :: (GC) Nora rposed: He looked up, His blue-grey eyes meeting hers. Being this close to him, a strong smell of incense drifted from him. He waited.
Dec 12 04:22:54 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: That was all she was after at this junction. Beaming broadly at him and clapped in delight. "See! Not hard at all. A good opening move. I'll teach you the next step in the game some other time, I think. No need to over do it." Her voice was melodic and her tone quite kind, carrying a hint of an Irish accent to it.
Dec 12 04:26:30 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man seemed to melt after being released from her embrace. He leaned back into the chair almost unable to speak. His fingers dancing with each other in his lap. He reached for his back, seeking the comfort of it.
Dec 12 04:36:58 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man sunk back into his seat, took a sip from his cup, but pushed away the cold tea. He smiled and nodded, then stood and put on his long black trenchcoat. "Im sorry to leave so abruptly, but I must be going." His voice was soft and gentle, almost feminine. The young man with chin length black hair nodded slightly to the man. "Its been a lovely evening. Please, when I get my shop open, drop by."
Dec 12 04:41:47 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Turning to look up at Nora, she winked to the taller man and nodded slowly. "Of course. You'll give me another reading then, won't you?" Glancing to the stranger from the corner of her eyes...she'd chuckle softly.
Dec 12 04:44:08 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man nodded. "I will, and it will be on the house as well." He turned nodding slightly towards the other man. However all emotion had already drained from his face. He walked from the room, his hands tucked into his pockets and his eyes glued to the floor. His bag hanging from his shoulder, tucked safely under his arm.
Dec 12 04:55:31 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: Her lips formed a perfect O shape as she queried his statement. There was no confusion or mock innocence, simply curiousity at his logic.
Dec 12 05:33:08 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Somehow, even for this beautiful woman, his face holds no pity, or even concern. She was, after all, alive. "That's the thing about Americans. They think that's news."
Dec 12 06:09:53 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: "Flatterer..." She replied with a giggle. "You seem plenty smart and you managed it."
Dec 12 06:11:37 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Smart, aye, I'm smart," he says, feigning a cocky attitude, "but methinks it'd take more than my exemplary intellect t'catch your eye and keep it."
Dec 12 06:13:19 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: "That so then? What do you think it would take to catch and keep me?" A note of amused challenge in her voice.
Dec 12 06:19:56 :: (GC) Xander rposed: ponders his new life.
Dec 12 06:21:05 :: (GC) Xander rposed: A slight breeze follows Xander as he comes to a stop.
Dec 12 06:24:22 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: " Just fighting a few uphill wars at th'moment," he says tiredly. "On that note, it was a rare pleasure to talk to you, but I must head back into the breach..."
Dec 12 06:27:22 :: (GC) Leanan rposed: "I can honestly say that that is a pity. But," inclining her head to him slightly. "If duty calls, what more can you do? Here though," From a small satchel at her waist, she drew out a pen and a bit of paper, a gas station receipt from the look of it. On the back, she'd write her number and offer it to him. "If you ever need someone to talk to..I fancy I'm a good listener. Just because one fights alone doesn't mean they can't catch a breath from time to time."
Dec 12 07:01:56 :: (GC) Faristil forced Xander to save
Dec 12 11:26:42 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: If you guys are still in a scene in 20 minutes, you'll get an xp apiece.
Dec 12 11:50:41 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince sits on a seat in the front row a stack of papers in his hands as he pages through them idly.
Dec 12 11:59:16 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: XP, as promised.
Dec 12 12:00:15 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: A tall dark haired man in a black tank top and matching BDU's moves from the back toward the man who just entered, "His Majesty as you may call him is busy" the man spoke in almost a growl.
Dec 12 12:07:10 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The man in the tank top quickly reaches out and snatches Xander by the throat lifting him from the ground with one hand gripping tightly, "YOU WILL KNOW HOW TO SHOW RESPECT WHEN YOU ARE IN THIS ELYSIUM AND YOU WILL NOT VIOLATE THE LAW OF ELYSIUM BY PUSHING ME DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"(Intimidation 4 successes)
Dec 12 12:14:59 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Dubiously the muscular blond young man steps around the bulky form of the bodyguard by the door the flawless ivory flesh of his forhead crinkling uncharicteristically into a perplexxed expression as he takes stock of the scene.
Dec 12 12:21:09 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The man who had just been picked up gets a sudden look of fear in his eyes, and our of pure panic, he lashes out with a foot, catching the aggressor right in the solar plexus. The bodyguard winces as the blow slams into him, causing him to drop Xander, taking a step or two back.
Dec 12 12:25:24 :: (GC) Erich rposed: His countenance hardening visibly the muscular blond young man merely murmurs "Behave." to Xander, his piercing gaze boring down upon the man (3 successes on dread gaze.)
Dec 12 12:29:57 :: (GC) Xander rposed: Circling the room his look of anger quickly changes to sheer horror....as he screams and tries to run away. His mind clouded by the foreign presence decides there is no way out and the young man collapses.
Dec 12 12:31:36 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "ENOUGH!" Is screamed as loudly as inhumanly possible from the Prince who speeds his movement down the isle, "The next person who takes any offensive action, or uses a discipline will find that their life is forefit... Any questions?" he asked his gaze drifting from each indavidual before finally resting on Xander where the anger melts off his face.
Dec 12 12:32:56 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The man in the black BDU's looks over at the Prince nodding deeply as he reasumes his posistion, "Sorry sir" 
Dec 12 12:44:33 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Shaking his head Erich bows with old-world flare tucking one leg a little behind the other and bowing at the waist. "I have not your Majesty."
Dec 12 12:46:35 :: (GC) Xander rposed: "Forgive me, Gabriel. Mayhaps if I had known....it doesn't matter now, I'm sorry. I have been looking for you for so long, I have so many unanswered questions and the servant you had save me has been killed, so I came looking for you."
Dec 12 12:53:25 :: (GC) Siol forced Pelliden to save
Dec 12 13:03:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Of course! i'd be more than happy to have you within the city, you may hunt freely.. just be safe" The Prince paused for a moment, "Be sure you catch up on our boards and such to see what orders I have given and so on, So Mister Lukas where do you come to us from?"
Dec 12 13:21:00 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The guards near the door stand silently, keeping up their silent vigil as someone new approaches. They speak for a moment before parting, and lo and behold, a somewhat tall frenchman stands between them, his sandy blonde hair and trademark mirrored sunglasses completing his look. He wanders through them and takes a seat on one of the couches, leaning back looking as if he completely belongs.
Dec 12 13:26:28 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Stopping at the guards to hand over Ol'Betsy and Blaze for the time-being, Beatrice walks in, her emerald gaze lingering over each before she bows her head in greeting to Gabriel and a smirk comes to her face as she sees the Frenchman. Her approach is paused momentarily as she adjusts the strap of her black-leather, oversized pocketbook on her right shoulder.
Dec 12 13:39:54 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Moving down the roes his doe brown eyes taking in the scenes on the wall as he slips around the duo before him and takes a seat in one of the high backed chairs. Hands folding within his lap.
Dec 12 14:03:32 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Chucklingsoftly, Beatrice nods, "Ah'd be honored, Guillaume. Ye charmer."  She crosses one hand over the other in her lap in an almost comically dainty way as she glances up to the Frenchman.
Dec 12 14:10:39 :: (GC) James rposed: The double doors that lead into the room swing open, their huge lengths easily taller than the figure that steps through them. Reversing his pull, James swings them shut behind him with an air of familiarity, stepping in with a relaxed and easy gait. His hands are tucked into the pockets of his long coat, eyes skimming over the granduer before him with the air of one used to such sights. He begins to descend downwards towards the stage at a rather slow pace, each booted footfall audible but not reso
Dec 12 14:10:51 :: (GC) James rposed: resonant in the vast open air of the theater.
Dec 12 14:15:39 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles a bit as Beatrice speaks to him, and he shakes his head a moment. "Ever the flatterer Beatrice. I just tell the truth, as I told you." He blows a kiss and then turns and looks at the man who spoke to Gabriel, rolling his eyes a moment. Audible footsteps turn his head towards the man who just walked in, to whom he merely gives a nod.
Dec 12 14:18:31 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince nods slowly toward the 'Seer', "Welcome then, your presence is now known, and accepted" catching the blown kiss out of the corner of his eye he turns his attention to Beatrice and raises an eyebrow before looking toward the man who just swung the doors open, "Impressive entrance, do you have perhaps an equally as impressive introduction?"
Dec 12 14:20:51 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: A doe brown eye twitches as the lithe Seer turns his attention towards the frenchman, his fingers steepling once more as his statuesque posture resumes. An aura of silence surrounding his very being as he  seems to fall into eternity.
Dec 12 14:22:33 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Cheeks momentarily rosy at the kiss blown her way (blush of health), Beatrice reaches up a hand a bit self-consciously to cover a cheek as she regains her composure. She appears relieved as the Prince's gaze turns back to the newcomer and she says more to herself than anyone, "Whoda thunk getting a suitor at my age'd still make me act all like a giddy school girl?"
Dec 12 14:28:26 :: (GC) James rposed: Gaze flicking to each of those present without wavering, James' gaze settles upon Gabriel, considering the man for several moments and then looking over the others present. "You must be the new Prince," he murmurs, pausing for just a moment as his hands slip out of their pockets. One slips around his waist and the other slips behind his back, and he bows to Gabriel, a fluid and practiced motion that is executed with the familiarity of a man who has done it hundreds of times. "I apologize I have not 
Dec 12 14:28:37 :: (GC) James rposed: "had a chance to come sooner, I was away on business in the other Americas." His head tips forward slightly in affirmation as he speaks this, before continuing, "I am James Frost, of the Lineage of Brujah, and I have made this city my home for the past two decades."
Dec 12 14:32:21 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince looks surprised for the moment before he chuckles and nods firmly toward the man, "The missing Brujah primogen... I had no idea where you were and declared the seat null" hearing Beatrices words he looked back at her for a split second before returing his gaze to the Brujah, "Well i'll consider it returned, unless of course you have other plans Mister Frost"
Dec 12 14:42:33 :: (GC) James rposed: "Yes, I had not thought things would change hands so quickly that I would not be able to make a business trip of several weeks without having to return and reintroduce myself in my own home. An interesting turn of events. I am glad to be saved of the embarassment of having to correct a reappointment, for which I shall thank Lady Luck." Tilting his head slightly to the side, James returns the nod to Gabriel before taking a step back, "Thank you for your consideration. I have heard some cursory news u
Dec 12 14:42:48 :: (GC) James rposed: "upon my return, how have things fared of late?"
Dec 12 15:02:30 :: (GC) James rposed: "Pfft." James' lips press together for a few moments as he shakes his head, "Negotiations. You mean, we're allowing them time to plan in peace before they begin to stir up more trouble anew." The disdain is obvious, and he shakes his head. "Well, it seems we have more to deal with than that. Certainly lively." Hands tucking back into the pockets of his jacket, James nods slightly, "Very well. And there are no pressing issues that need to be attended to, at the moment?"
Dec 12 15:13:05 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: could be located and quietly brought in for questioning...that would be nice, the Brujah are many and strong here, I am sure you can find enough to them to handle such a task"
Dec 12 15:21:33 :: (GC) James rposed: "As you ask, Mister Prince, it shall be done." Taking a step back, James nods slightly, "I am sure it will not be difficult to track down a single police officer and procure him for questioning." A slight, vicious smile, the first display of actual emotion since James entered the Elysium, comes to his lips. "And if there are more Sabbat involved, I would be happy to see it through and spearhead the efforts to remove them firsthand."
Dec 12 15:24:05 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I was hoping you would say that Mr.Primogen" A wicked smile also played across the lips of the Prince as he listened to the Brujah's words, "Shall I expect a gathering soon also?" he asked lifting both eyebrows.
Dec 12 15:24:46 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Her gaze having moved over each in silence for a while, Beatrice's sights linger on Guillaume and a faint smile forms on her lips, seemingly contented as she settles back in her seat.
Dec 12 15:26:47 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: In a sudden sharp movement from the lithe youth, he shakes his head from side to side, a look of disdain falling upon his features. The hand falling from his chin he draws out a silver pocketwatch and begins to wind it.
Dec 12 15:30:25 :: (GC) James rposed: "I shall see about getting a location and the appropriate amount of booze and bullets to hand out at the door. And biker jackets, of course." James' rather predatory smile lingers, and it is only a matter of time before he returns to the topic of the Sabbat, "And if we find any more of the Black Hand in the city, I shall see about getting an appropriate amount of urns." 
Dec 12 15:37:01 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: As Johnny begins winding the pocket watch, Beatrice's eyes dart to him. Her gaze narrows a little as she remains silent. As the sound continues, however, her left eye twitches a little before she shifts her gaze to Guillaume again.
Dec 12 15:38:25 :: (GC) James rposed: "I've already spoken with and aided the Sheriff in a few of his dealings against the Sabbat. I shall see what I can do to get in touch with the pair." Briefly following Gabriel's eyes, James nods just slightly, "I shall take my leave to begin preparations, then. I will send word if there are any updates, and with luck the matter will be attended to in full in the next several nights."
Dec 12 15:44:38 :: (GC) James rposed: "I shall look forward to it, Mister Prince. Have a good evening." Taking a step back, and then a second, before turning around in full, James begins to proceed up the aisle of seats towards the double doors.
Dec 12 15:51:54 :: (GC) Allen rposed: Stepping into the room with a slow pace, a young hispanic shifts dark eyes over the occupants of the room. His hands remain shoved into his pocket as he steps into the main area, a firm posture held to his form as he walks.
Dec 12 15:59:05 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The subtle yet audacious frenchman turns his head and takes note of the new entrant to the room, and he is given a quick once over with mirrored eyes before he turns back to look at the Prince. "Your Majesty. At your convenience, I'd like to talk to you in private, if I may."
Dec 12 16:07:32 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "'at's good...good, good," she says as she brings her hand up to rest her chin in her palm and drum her fingers boredly against her cheek. Her emerald gaze flicks from one person to the next at an almost constant surveillance. "Quiet, " she murmurs to herself. "Too quiet."
Dec 12 16:21:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe door to the theater opens, and a tall hispanic man dressed in a conservative black suit enters, walking quickly down the rows of seats, all the reserve and cool attitude back into his features. A black trenchcoat sways gently about his muscular form, and he reaches up to adjust his tie habitually. A pair of dark sunglasses rest over his even darker eyes, though his hand quickly removes these fixtures and slides them into a pocket.@W
Dec 12 16:21:32 :: (GC) Allen rposed: Remaining seated in his chair, staring at the empty stage as if some play were being ennacted, Allen keeps to his seat in the corner of the theatre.
Dec 12 16:25:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Face turned to an ocean breeze, the wind gently ruffled her hair as she stood for a moment with eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. Tonight's attire consisted of a much shorter, red skirt cut at an angle with the right caressing her knee and the left settled on her mid-thigh, slit and laced with a black ribbon. Her top was a simply black blouse with the top three buttons left open.
Dec 12 16:26:08 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The sound of a bike can be heard down the road, As the black bike approaches, a dark figure can be seen tucked down on the back of it. A helmet covers the figures face, but a long black trench coat trails from behind it. The light turns red and the bike and the figure slow down at a screeching pace.
Dec 12 16:29:22 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The aura of silence about the young lithe figure seated at the right side of the Prince in a highback chair is broken as the statue's lips part and an ethereal sound begins to emit forthe. Ringing quite clearly throughout the chamber as the 'quiet' is broken. The crisp sound of a choir an Angelic bodies echoes through the hallowed walls after so long being dormant, though no words can be made out the sound is quite beautiful, even with the tinge of madness it brings to one's ears. (4 succcesses)
Dec 12 16:31:25 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Why sure, Sonny. Ye know I'd not deny ya that," replies the elder woman with a grin. "Here or -" Bea blinks as the singing starts and a bewildered look crosses her features as she looks to Johnny amusedly. "Well," she murmurs, "Seems even tha devil knows a hymn or two, no?"
Dec 12 16:31:26 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The traffic was moderate but still noticeable, so one sound in many didn't perk her interest in any way. Low on her hips, just resting on the hem of her skirt was a belt of black leather to which was attached a small pouch. It was to this that her hand now went, poking around for a bit before finding what she was looking for it. This happened to be a lolli, which she unwrapped and popped into her mouth as she walked slowly down a path.
Dec 12 16:32:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth walks into the gathering of vampires, sliding his hands casually into his pockets, ignoring the singing entirely. He glances around frowning at Guillaume and narrowing his dark eyes. His bald head is quite clearly still 'tattoed' with the image of the black hand, and the shaved dome adds to his cool, unsettling demeanor. "@rNewcomers, hmm?@D" He turns his sights on Guillaume and looks the frenchman up and down. "@rWho are you?@D" This isn't spoken with any delicacy, and its more of a comma
Dec 12 16:32:58 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: "@rWho are you?@D" This isn't spoken with any delicacy, and its more of a command than a question, somehow.
Dec 12 16:36:07 :: (GC) Erich rposed: makes his way into the theatre, his ivory features lit up by the colorful lights strung about the room. Revealing a warm toothy smile.
Dec 12 16:36:08 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The figure lifted its visitor sitting at the stop light. He watched the familiar figure walk down the street. Sliding the visor back down he leaned forward on his bike, the light changing. With a quick rev of the engine he took off. Turning the corner he slowed down and drove beside the woman.
Dec 12 16:37:18 :: (GC) Allen rposed: Offering a single nod of his head, the hispanic man dressed in a business suit in the front row nods his head a single time at Gabriel's words though his gaze never drifts from the featureless stage.
Dec 12 16:37:59 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Now that did her attention! Looking curiously at the person who was now ridding beside her, she tipped her head curiously and lifted a hand to lightly pluck the sweet from her lips, twirling it on its little plastic stick. "Oh? I have an admirer?" Her tone amused and her smile coming easily.
Dec 12 16:39:57 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Confusion from all the varied conversations crosses Bea's features as she arches a brow a moment before going back to drum her fingertips on her cheek silently..
Dec 12 16:41:05 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth glances around, looking somewhat annoyed, and takes a seat delicately. "@rVery well. Glad to see things haven't collapsed in my absence.@D" He looks around patiently, eyeing each individual with the same detached look.
Dec 12 16:42:02 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: nodding to the masses he turns and makes his way into his office.
Dec 12 16:42:27 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The figure reached up and lifted the visor on its helmet. The thin face of the dark haired man looked back. He smiled lightly and nodded towards her. He wore a similar outfit to the pervious night, however he now wore what could almost be described as leather greaves and a pair of leather gauntlets. 
Dec 12 16:44:43 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, it's you Nora!" Her smile was welcoming now as though they were old friends and not new acquaintances. "How are you tonight?" Consideration was given to his attire and she leaned forward slightly to look at the gauntlets closer. "I like it." She nodded to herself.
Dec 12 16:47:02 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man tapped on the side of his helmet, to indicate that he couldn't hear. He reached around and grabbed a helmet from the back, holding it out to her. Behind him there was enough room for another, if they sat close.
Dec 12 16:49:40 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Giggling, she gave him a sheepish smile..feeling a bit silly. She would accept the helmet, reaching up and coiling her hair about so that it would sit properly before donning the item. That done, she placed a hand on his hip and lithely swing herself up behind him, pressing rather closer as she moved her other arm to circle his chest...
Dec 12 16:52:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth stands, adjusting his tie and casting a glance around. "@rTime to do something useful.@D" With that he begins walking towards Elysium's exit, sliding the stylish black shades back over his eyes.
Dec 12 16:54:29 :: (GC) Nora rposed: Turning his helmeted head around, his face clearly flushed. "Keep your legs in!" He shouted over the rev of the engine. With that he peeled out and pulled into a sharp U-turn, cutting off cars. His knee dropped to the ground, allowing them to pivot on it. They recover from the sharp turn and drive off down the road.
Dec 12 16:56:22 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: She gave him a bit of a squeeze to let him know she understood and would fairly mold her body against his, moving as he did so as to not throw off balance.
Dec 12 16:57:20 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: Nodding to Kenneth as he departs, Beatrice turns to glance at Guillaume. For a moment she looks disappointed before she just grins and gives a familiar nod, "Ye do that, Sonny. I'll talk at ya then." She gives him a wink and hrms before standing, reaching to get her gameboy out of her purse and starts to head to the door as well, giving a fingerwaggling wave at the others in the room. "Time ta get Ol'Betsy and Blaze and then stuff some more varmints inta pokeballs."
Dec 12 16:58:29 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The bike comes do a halt as they stop in front of the nice Greek restaurant. Pulling the back to the side of the road he switches off the engine. He sits on the bike waiting for her to exit before moving.
Dec 12 17:00:05 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Bracing her hands on his hips now, she would give a light push and swing off onto the ground. Straightening her skirt with a swish of her hips, she unclasped the helmet and shook her hair free before offering it back to him.
Dec 12 17:02:37 :: (GC) Nora rposed: He took the helmet back and placed it under the back seat. He removed both the gauntlets and the greaves, placing them in the hollowed seat as well. He removed his helmet last, and placed it in the hollow area. His hair seeming to almost fall perfectly back in place, creating a frame for his face. With a weak smile he turned to her and blushed. "Hope I didn't scare you."
Dec 12 17:02:50 :: (GC) Allen rposed: Dark eyes remain on the stage, unmoving in his chair as he remains totally quiet and unmoving. The young hispanic seems content on sitting still, before a light smile touches his fanged lips.
Dec 12 17:05:09 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Laughing softly, she shook her head. "No, no...not at all. It wouldn't be the first time a stranger has done that but it was pleasant that it was someone I knew." Smiling to him, she would then look at the resturant they were in front of.
Dec 12 17:07:28 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man looked down and blushed again. "Well, I couldn't hear a word you where saying though my helmet, so I figured I would just hope you would say yes." His hands tucked into his pockets and he looked at the sidewalk. He would occasionally glace over, waiting for her response.
Dec 12 17:08:42 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: As she had done the night before, she'd reach out and catch his chin, urging him to look directly at her. Still smiling gently, kindly even..she spoke, "Remember what I told you? Don't let yourself be cowed by anyone."
Dec 12 17:11:42 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man nodded weakly then swallowed hard. "Well I was hoping..." He looked as if he was about to faint at this point, the flush from his face quickly fading. He was now pale as a ghost. "Would you...like... To have... Dinner?" He closed his eyes for a moment after speaking then opened them again, his face still pale.
Dec 12 17:13:19 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Leaning forward she would give him a soft, chaste kiss..leaning up to do it. Dropping back down with a bounce, she smiled and happily chirped, "Sounds lovely!"
Dec 12 17:13:21 :: (GC) Allen rposed: "Allen Rodriguez." The hispanic calmly states.
Dec 12 17:15:27 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man held his ground as she kiss him, however he seemed to be slightly frozen. His heartbeat was almost audible. He weakly nodded and extended his arm. "Shall... we then." His voice almost softer than normal.
Dec 12 17:16:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Yes, let's." She says, linking her arm with his and placing her other hand against his upper arm just above the elbow. She didn't seem to notice his reactions. Or, if she did, she was being polite about it and not calling undue attention to it.
Dec 12 17:19:51 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man nods towards the man at the podium. "Emerson." He says, the man seems to remember the name and leads them off into the dinning room. The young man, still quite pale looks ahead, however his eyes waver towards the beautiful woman on his arm.
Dec 12 17:20:27 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Sitting in the roots of a tree, a silver furred wolf with shimmering eyes rests quietly, his oculars closed for this moment, deep, deep asleep. He has a new scar on his right front leg, and his body seems very weary from it's stretched out position.
Dec 12 17:22:42 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Her features were serene, even regal, as she stood at his side. Looking now, more than ever, much like a model or star with her quiet mien that begged attention and yet ignored it if given all at the same time. "You had this planned then? That's sweet!"
Dec 12 17:25:31 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Mich? Mich are you out here?" comes the call of a young woman as she stumbles through the undergrowth and managing to catch herself after hooking the heel of her boot on one of the many roots sticking up out of the ground. She grumbles to herself as she wraps her arms around herself, and calls out again, "Mich?! Dangit...Where are you?" Her voice falls silent as she murmurs to herself, walking up to the other side of the huge tree the wolf rests against. "You're starting to worry me...and it looks 
Dec 12 17:25:41 :: (GC) Trista rposed: like rain.
Dec 12 17:25:41 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man who was at the podium lead them up stairs to the private dinning room. A small table was prepared in the back of the room, that provided a nice view of the entire room. He blushed slightly at her question and nodded. "I was really hoping you would say yes." His voice was weak. He walked over towards the small table and pulled out a chair for her.
Dec 12 17:28:12 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "If you'd warned me, I could have worn something nicer." She grinned as she spoke, a hint of teasing in her tone. Sitting, she ran her hands down her skirt to smooth the material, then tuck a few stray strands of hair behind her ear.
Dec 12 17:28:27 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Standing slowly Erich straightens his clothing "Well I should be going, the night is only so long." he inclines his head respectfully to both men politely.
Dec 12 17:31:51 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man looked down and slightly pushing your chair in. He walks over and sits down next to her. "Don't be silly you would look amazing in nothing at," Covering his mouth he coughs slightly and blushes brightly. "Anything at all." He reaches for the menu to hide behind it.
Dec 12 17:33:37 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Eyes sparkling with amusement, she crossed her ankles off to one side and plucked up a menu as well, glancing over it. "I haven't really had Greek before. What do you recommend?" Offering a subject change for his sake.
Dec 12 17:34:47 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The silver furred wolf barely moves to look up at the woman who approaches, unsure who it is at first. After a moment of listening to her voice, the silver furred wolf sits up, slowly, and smiles to her. He licked her face happily and leaned his form against her. He speaks in rough english, but still understandable. "Hey hun. And I know it looks like rain, it's why I'm under the tree."
Dec 12 17:38:09 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man set down his menu, his voice soft. "Well that really depends on what you like. If you like lamb the Arni Psito is very good." He looked over at her, his eyes scanned her body quickly then back to her eyes. He become entranced by her eyes.
Dec 12 17:39:36 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Lead into the room by a hostess an sleek blond young man and a more powerfully build companion of smiliar countenance take up occupance at a table on the far side of the room from the two woman, settling in with menu's.
Dec 12 17:43:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, well...I do, so I'll go with that!" Nodding to herself once she had decided. A glance was spared to the newest entrant but only briefly before her focus returned to her dinner companion.
Dec 12 17:47:14 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man nodded. He called over the Waitress. "Arni Psito for the lady, Stifatho for myself, and a bottle of  
Dec 12 17:48:44 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man nodded. He called over the Waitress. "Arni Psito for the lady, Stifatho for myself, and a bottle of  Riedel Vinum. He turns back to her, his eyes looking at hers again. The waitress leaves to place their order.
Dec 12 17:51:57 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Arching a brow as she lowers herself against the tree to sit on a tree root, crossing her legs, Trista's look expresses anything but full understanding for a few moments. "I see...well, my day was uneventful. Got off work early and came looking for you...nearly did a faceplant into some mud from these danged heels, but go figure. I didn't want to wear the dress clogs." She smiles to him, tilting her head, "Maybe you can go into more detail about yours?"
Dec 12 17:52:42 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: It would have been Nora, of course, as Leannan wasn't paying any heed. The place wasn't her style...even as it seemingly was. She fit in well enough in upscale establishments but in truth, she would have prefered a more toned down place. Still, while she was here she had the appearance of airy disasociation, paying attention to none but Nora.
Dec 12 17:57:07 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man smiles weakly, not looking to the man who entered. A weak smiled was on his face. "So um, You said your from overseas, Where at?" Even if this was obvious, he was looking for a way to break the awkward silence. 
Dec 12 17:59:07 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Afterwards, while he was trying to get into the spirit world, he failed badly, and ended up getting dropped in Malfeas, or hell. I went and got him, and we almost died to a dragon. Then as we ran, we made it to Summer Country, and stayed there for a bit, then I'm back here."
Dec 12 18:03:32 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Flagging down the waitress Erich whispers something pressing something into her hand before standing up. A little disapointed looking his companion grumbles taking his food in a to-go box. As the pair gather their coats the waitress exits, returning a few moments later with an chilled bottle of champagne, clearing her throat politely as she murmurs to the man and woman "Compliments of that gentleman..." With that she leaves the champagne along with a small piece of paper upon which is written 'Ah, y
Dec 12 18:03:42 :: (GC) Erich rposed: 'Ah young love' in english.
Dec 12 18:08:21 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Raising her brows a bit at the gift, she would look after the origin of the present. "How strange..." She murmured, tipping her head curiously. Does champage even go with lamb? I wouldn't think so. The taste if fairly bitter." Of course, her voice was barely above a whisper.
Dec 12 18:11:13 :: (GC) Nora rposed: Taking the note attached, his face become quite flushed. He laid it back down, trying hard to swallow his own heart. He took a deep breath and sighed.
Dec 12 19:00:54 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Laughs and shakes her head. "Oh, no...this is fine. It should be fun, I think." She smiled broadly for him, the expression reinforcing her words.
Dec 12 19:02:07 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Hands jutted within the pockets of his woolen coat Erich moves into the line, waiting his turn to order.
Dec 12 19:05:53 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Offers him a shrug and a sheepish smile, hands turning palm up for an instant in surrender to his statement. She would move a bishop out after having cleared the way. "Sometimes..."
Dec 12 19:11:48 :: (GC) Erich rposed: "Quite true" Erich murmurs with hard german inflection reaching to clap Pelliden upon the shoulder familiarly. "How goes it."
Dec 12 19:24:01 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Moves a paw into a secondary position just behind the first before answering..though her silvery-emerald eyes move to Pelliden, curiously, instead of the German who she vaguely suspected of being a stalker. "No one special, I don't think..no, no one really."
Dec 12 19:31:20 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The approach of the other unknown male caught her eyes and she spared a glance to regard him a moment before bringing the fingers of her right hand up to tap at her lips softly in thought. After a moment, she would move another pawn, creating several openings for her opponent to snatch it up, each one with a count behind it.
Dec 12 19:32:49 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Through the Camarilla rumor mill, those who would know have heard that Gareth Winchester, the Primogen of the Ventrue, is holding a lecture in Elysium this evening. He's rumored to have some issues to touch upon. Those who wish to attend, shall have the privelege.
Dec 12 19:37:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: She pouted up at the German with resentment for interfereing with her game. As Pelliden moved, she would use one of her counters to snatch that pawn up. Tit for tat, one out on either side.
Dec 12 19:37:42 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth enters Elysium with very little sound and takes a seat in the back, folding his arms over his chest. He attracts as little attention is possible, his bald head with its black hand print visible behind all the others seated. He is dressed in his usual black, conservative suit, his dark eyes watching the stage coldly.@W
Dec 12 19:39:58 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Without having drank any of his coffee Erich nonetheless tosses his cup of coffee away into the trash. Turning back towards the chess table before exiting the starbucks he calls out "Call me sometime Pell." in dulcet tones, doing his best to hide the undertone of wry humor.
Dec 12 19:41:46 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: She looked..quite frankly..deeply disturbed. The unspoke question about the German merely hanging there in the air as she supressed a shudder. That was just...creepy.
Dec 12 19:44:12 :: (GC) James rposed: Having arrived rather early, James has been seating around the middle of the room. His heavy black, steel-toed boots are propped up on the chair in front of him, though he somehow manages to maintain a business-like posture despite this. His arms are folded across his chest, dark blue eyes closed. Nonetheless, he seems to be rather acutely attuned to the goings on, and though his posture might indicate relaxation, something about him exudes a rather predatory aura of waiting, rather than lesiure. 
Dec 12 19:45:31 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Standing on the stage is a rather lithe and striking Englishman, who appears to be giving a lecture. There's a podium off to the side, but he uses it not, and this allows the gathered to see his non-assuming clothing of a black shirt, blue jeans, and snakeskin boots, "..I'm glad that you all could attend..", he mentions. Oh good. It must just be starting.
Dec 12 19:46:33 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Making a quiet unpretentious entrance an sleek young man with blond hair hurries to take a seat, dressed in a long dark coat of wool and casual evening atire. Finding an empty seat he hurries to get comfortable, crossing his legs.
Dec 12 19:48:05 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The doors to the Prince's office slowly creep open, as he himself walks gracefully out, gently closing them behind him as he does, glancing around the room he offers everyone a nod before making his way to the front row, where he would take his usual seat.
Dec 12 19:50:05 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..As you all know, I've come to Los Angeles to take up the position of Primogen for Clan Ventrue. However, when I walked the streets, I became so disturbed, that also I agreed to take the formerly offered spot as the Scourge. I've been scoping this city out. Making lists. Checking names. And I see a fundamental flaw with..what is happening here..", Gareth admits, walking to the edge of the stage, and clasping his hands behind his back.
Dec 12 19:51:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Endy nudges Seth.
Dec 12 19:54:01 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..A bit of history, for those who don't know. And for those who have been here for a time, you probably will know..perhaps even experienced it..", Gareth starts out, nodding to Kenneth in the back, "..The last Prince of this city, along with his entire Primogen council, were wiped out by the Anarchs of this place. Hence, it being an Anarch Free State. Humour me..", he smirks, "..Can anyone tell me why..?", and there, he pauses.
Dec 12 19:55:46 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Because he allowed them to live" Would be all the Prince would say offering a polite chuckle as he fell back silent.
Dec 12 19:57:15 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Purses her lips a moment and makes ones last move before softly intoning, "This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever."
Dec 12 19:57:53 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Close..", Gareth admits, nodding to the Prince, "..Also, because you cannot kill them all. And because you cannot kill them all, they will remain. The Anarch community is massive here. They are drawn from all over the United States, thinking this state to be their Haven. And of this state, Los Angeles has the highest population of them. This means that the Camarilla...cannot operate here, as they would in, oh, Seattle..".
Dec 12 19:58:03 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth remains, arms crossed, listening in the back row.@W
Dec 12 19:58:58 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Despite his eyes being closed, she would lean forward and stick her tongue out at him in an 'I win!' gesture, giggling to herself.
Dec 12 20:00:14 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..We've not drawn attention from them to the extent that the last Court did. I believe this is because we've now grown to the point that would warrant the attention that the Anarch sort give. Attention that we do /not/ want advertised in the streets..", the Scourge remarks, walking across the stage, nimble hands folded behind his back still, "..We grow to that point though, slowly. And we can have a Camarilla, but..we cannot have the same sort as another place might..".
Dec 12 20:02:35 :: (GC) James rposed: "So what sort of Camarilla are you proposing, exactly? It is common knowledge that style of rule varies from Domain to Domain, but I assume you are attempting to suggest something deeper." James inquires from his position near the center of the seating, his eyes snapping open to fix upon the pacing Ventrue for several moments before they are closed once again.
Dec 12 20:05:12 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth continues watching silently, shifting his muscled arms now and then, dark eyes following the Scourge's form across the stage. His eyes shift to James momentarily, a certain respect in their dark depths, before he looks back to the stage.@W
Dec 12 20:10:57 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..We don't have the authority or the numbers here to contend that we own this city. It's just not going to happen. But, we can still do our job here. Our job, as members of the Camarilla, no matter what you think, are to protect the Masquerade. Granted, doing so can sometimes lead to war with the Sabbat, and with Anarchs. Something I have seen both of, since coming here..", Gareth speaks, stopping for a moment, and peering over the crowd.
Dec 12 20:15:29 :: (GC) James rposed: Not having anything else to add to this, James continues to recline in his seat, fingers knit behind his head, eyes closed.
Dec 12 20:18:22 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..In fact, just earlier, a fistful of Anarch assholes tried to take a chunk out of me. I'm not sure..if they know who I am, or why I'm here, or even if I was a vampire, at all. They didn't fare well, but then again, I've experience in the matter. Another might not have been so fortunate. We are going to have to pick our battles, in these nights to come, or else, we will end up as the last Court did..", the Ventrue states, seeming rather sure of his own words, and pacing the stage still.
Dec 12 20:21:59 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth listens closely in his distant, back-row seat. "@rThe Lunatics. They seem compliant enough.@D" This is his only input, perhaps to bring a specific group of anarchs up. "@rThey actually protected me when I was attacked in their domain.@D" Other than this, Kenneth remains still and silent in the back, arms folded.
Dec 12 20:28:08 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I've heard of them. The Lunatics. I've not met them. I don't care to, to be honest. I live..or..lack thereof, for the Camarilla in these nights, and I do not support those who support a city without a Prince or a ruling form of Vampire Government. The Lunatics, as far as I've heard, have broken the Masquerade. That is not something that I am going to tolerate. The Anarchs, here, outnumber us. We are, as of now, below them. They break the Masquerade, and shit trickles down..", the Scourge explains
Dec 12 20:30:16 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth simply stares at Gareth, listening politely until he is done. "@rI'm not aware of any Masquerade breach committed by them. Do tell.@D" This doesn't seem to be a challenge, or hold any defiance. Kenneth's usual formal tone suggests his wish for information.
Dec 12 20:30:49 :: (GC) James rposed: Shifting slightly, James' eyes open up in anticipation, and he seems to be considering the current exchange.
Dec 12 20:35:12 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I'm sure that you, Sheriff, are familiar with the tell-tale signs of the work of the Lunatics. That inane, stupid face. A smiley-face. Do you have contacts in the local police? I do. If you did, you would be aware of a recent crime, wherein several cops were killed. A car was torn apart. A lampost was /torn/ from the ground. One of their brains were missing..", Gareth admits, levelling his gaze at the back of the crowd, at Kenneth, "..Guess..what was left there, in the paint..?".
Dec 12 20:37:20 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Kenneth stares at the scourge, before speaking in a plain voice. "@rA bomb. 'Lunatics fuken rule', spelled incorrectly. A piece of gum. A naughty word. A sign. A police officer's genitals.@D
Dec 12 20:38:21 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth stares at the scourge, before speaking in a plain voice. "@rA bomb. 'Lunatics fuken rule', spelled incorrectly. A piece of gum. A naughty word. A sign. A police officer's genitals.@D" His arms refold themselves over his chest as he stares, waiting for confirmation. "@rSomething....@D"
Dec 12 20:40:25 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The omnipresent bell at any establishment that /might/ sell something gives it's usual high-pitched 'ding' as the door to Starbucks swings open. Walking through the entrace, a somewhat tall frenchman saunters with his usual grace and panache. Cold emerald eyes are covered by a combination of mirrored shades and long blonde bangs. He seems to ooze charisma, and has an almost certain pull about him. Walking towards the counter, he gives a smile to the attendant. "Ice mocha please."
Dec 12 20:44:22 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: As Erich opens his phone and begins to press buttons, Gareth stops speaking and pacing. He leans forth a bit, against the podium, and with an intense silence, just watches him, perhaps hoping not to disturb whatever message must certainly be so important. His handsome face would show his feelings on the matter.
Dec 12 20:47:08 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Closing the phone Erich bites his lip a little with a pensive expression before he turns his attention back to the stage with a faintly apologetic look.
Dec 12 20:48:40 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth raises an eyebrow, shifting his arms. "@rNothing, then? Odd.@D"
Dec 12 20:52:18 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I'm glad that you have decided to grace us with your official presence, Senor Lukas. I suppose you wouldn't mind introducing yourself, when I am done..", Gareth admits, taking his weight off of the podium now, and walking a bit to the left. He stares at Kenneth for a moment, but only goes on with his speech, "..In these nights, we will have to be careful. We will not, however, have to yield. It is not in the spirit of the blood and..well..more blood, that this organization was built upon..".
Dec 12 20:57:19 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles over at Christian and nods his head. "Oh you know me, ever full of fun." He turns his head as the woman speaks and he throws back his head and laughs. "That wouldn't be scandalous." He stands up and walks over to the table, and he takes Pelliden in his arms, and gives the man a most likely rather unwilling kiss before unceremoniously letting him go and going back to his seat. "/That/ was scandalous." (Seduction: 6 successes.)
Dec 12 21:02:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..That is all that I have to say for the evening. You all have a job to do. You all know what the Masquerade is. I expect to see that it is protected, as it should be. Further questions to me can be adressed in private. The rest of the time can be used for introductions..", Gareth admits, nodding to Erich, and beckoning him to the stage. He reaches down, wiping a bit of something from his shirt, as he moves to leave the stage.
Dec 12 21:05:12 :: (GC) James rposed: James rises up to his feet slowly as Gareth leaves the stage, folding his arms across his chest. Erich is offered only a glance, and he begins to walk down the row of seats towards the main aisle.
Dec 12 21:08:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth's eyes drift to the Brujah primogen, to whom he gives a respectful nod. Kenneth slowly stands, and begins to walk towards the main aisle as well, greeting James. "@rEvening, Primogen. Did you enjoy the lecture?@D"
Dec 12 21:15:06 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Speaking clearly Erich says "Good evening. Now is as good a night as any, and so, as I have presented myself unto the prince and been welcome wish to announce my pressence to my other fellow kindred." Pausing for a moment the young german folds his hands behind his back "I am Erich Lukas, of Clan Ventrue, Childe of Marcus Lukas of Berlin."
Dec 12 21:16:33 :: (GC) James rposed: "Evening, Sheriff. I thought it was interesting on some points, though others were profoundly obvious, in that it was obvious to all but those who can't see past the obvious, in which case it was profound." James nods slightly towards Kenneth, coming to a pause near the man and tucking his hands into the pockets of his jacket. A brief glance towards Erich is given during the man's announcement, nodding slightly before looking back to Kenneth. "As I understand, we have some business once more, in the
Dec 12 21:19:47 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods his head, ignoring the nothingspeak coming from the stage. "@rObviously.@D" This joke is met with no grin, no chuckle, or no change in his fixed, cold features. "@rBusiness?@D"
Dec 12 21:24:07 :: (GC) James rposed: "Yes. Business. In the vein of our last encounter, it would seem. There is a certain policeman we'll be needing to find and bring in for questioning, as personally directed by Mister Prince." James nods his head slightly. "And of course, that should lead us to more Sabbat, or so Mister Prince seems to think."
Dec 12 21:30:16 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The woman working the counter at the Starbucks picks up the phone, watching the men as all of this goes down. When nothing more is done though, she seems hesitant.
Dec 12 21:30:43 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Comming in with his oddly similar companion Erich looks over the scene totaly at a loss, his jaw hanging open a little.
Dec 12 21:31:56 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Oh!" Pell turns around quickly, heading for the counter. He puts a pair of hundreds on the surface. "For damages an' all." With that, he heads out to his car. "You got a car, Leannan?"
Dec 12 21:32:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black trenchcoat. "@rAlright. Any idea where this bleeschman might be located?@D" His eyes watch James, and his posture straightens slightly at the mention of work.
Dec 12 21:34:31 :: (GC) James rposed: Taking a step backwards, James turns away from Kenneth towards the Ventrue Primogen. "Actually. I was hoping, as the Scourge expressed that he has contacts in the police, that we might get some help tracking down the officer's nightly patterns."
Dec 12 21:43:48 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rCertainly. Contact me tomorrow evening, Primogen, as it seems the evening is coming to a close. I've got domain to look after, the hedges have overgrown since my absence.@D" He offers a respectful nod to James and Gareth, before turning to leave Elysium with a steady pace.
Dec 12 22:03:19 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Most of the world does not see fit to believe in the power of a Seer, in these modern nights..", Gareth admits, having kicked back in the last row, shadows covering most of him. He's picking his nails, much unlike a Ventrue.
Dec 12 22:03:59 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Guillaume
Dec 12 22:04:16 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec 12 22:06:09 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Guillaume
Dec 12 22:12:01 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec 12 22:17:18 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Vampires will be vampires. It is just...how it is..", Gareth admits, pressing to his feet now, and tossing out his arms into a hard stretch. He peers about, looking over the lack of a crowd, before declaring, "..I as well, have things that must be done though..".
Dec 12 22:21:14 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A knock is heard at the door. It's rather loud, and firm.
Dec 12 22:23:21 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There's a second knock at the door, this one louder than the first.
Dec 12 22:24:17 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Pelliden
Dec 12 22:24:54 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec 12 22:26:10 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The cops at the door, identify themselves now, as they knock again, "..Pelliden Rieves. This is the LAPD. We're going to need to take you in for questioning, over a dispute from this evening..".
Dec 12 22:33:28 :: (GC) Endymion snoops Pelliden
Dec 12 22:35:25 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: One of the cops, downstairs, notices Pelliden making a sneaking attempt. He looks at the man, then down at the piece of paper he has, and then back up to the man, and starts to shout into his walkie-talkie.
Dec 12 22:35:29 :: (GC) Endymion stops snooping
Dec 12 22:37:48 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The cops who had been knocking at the door, are no longer knocking at the door, so much as one is making an attempt to kick it in.
Dec 12 22:39:31 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Pelliden's cellphone begins to ring. The cops continue to kick in the door.
Dec 12 22:39:43 :: (GC) Siol snoops Pelliden
Dec 12 22:42:14 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The cops kick in the door, finally, shattering the wood around the lock, and the pair of them step in. One drops to a knee, gun pointed. The other stands, gun pointed, "..Hands up! Put your hands up!", they shout!
Dec 12 22:45:47 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Both of the cops don't move for a moment, watching Pelliden. They don't return his words. They just train guns upon him.
Dec 12 22:48:26 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The other pair of cops enter in now, those from downstairs. They drop into the same positions as the first two, while the first two get to their feet, and move forth. They climb out the window, one covering the other, and push Pelliden to the ground, handcuffing him.
Dec 12 22:49:56 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The Englishman pushes to his feet again, and starts to head for the apartments.
Dec 12 22:58:47 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The cops begin to drag Pelliden back in through the window, but have a bit of a time with it, being as he's handcuffed.
Dec 12 23:01:29 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: A lithe, striking Englishman shows up at the door, behind the cops, with two swords drawn. He wraps his arm around the throat of one, baring fangs, and bites right into the side of her neck, draining blood from her. The second cop at the door, takes a step back, and aims.
Dec 12 23:05:27 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Now..she was mad. This just plain ruined EVERYTHING. Scowling, she took aim on the second cop and squeezed off a shot at him.
Dec 12 23:17:58 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The room suddenly erupts with action, Pelliden snarling and fangs growing from his gums, he sinks his canines into the cops leg, tearing out a good portion of the muscle, and the cop drops to the ground. Leannan aims for another cop and squeezes off a round, firing a bullet straight into the man, catching the officer in the stomach, dropping him to the ground, still alive, but stunned from shock. The one cop that had shot Gareth /immediately/ hits his walkie-talkie and screams "Officers down! We nee
Dec 12 23:18:50 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The one cop that had shot Gareth /immediately/ hits his walkie-talkie and screams "Officers down! We need backup and SWAT, ASAP!" The one cop that Gareth had latched onto shakes off the effects of the Kiss, as Gareth was stunned by the bullet shot, and he draws his pistol, looking around wildly.
Dec 12 23:23:45 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman nods a moment, mentally making note of this. "Easily done. You shall have it. Now, I think we just need to wait for the person to come out, and then you can ply you skills, hm? Until then, please, by all means, sit down and watch the show. Though, if they come out of the building like bats outta hell, don't be alarmed if I take action."
Dec 12 23:47:59 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The cop who wildly looked around just moments before takes a quick assessment of the situation. Rapidly processing combat prowess of who he has seen so far, he chooses that, if he is going to go down, at least in his mind, he is going to take someone with him. So, levelling his .45, he takes aim at Pelliden's head and squeezes off a blast. The report of the bullet can be heard down the hall as the hot lead screams out from the barrel and strikes the downed Brujah in the head, splattering half-rotten 
Dec 12 23:48:17 :: (GC) Siol echoed: splattering half-rotten brain matter onto the floor next to the cuffed man.
Dec 12 23:53:35 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The lucky policeman almost smiles for a moment until Gareth begins to take action. Deftly spinning the scimitar around in his hand, he slams it through the back of the police officer who escapes his Kiss, causing the man to make his eyes go wide as a splurt of blood escapes his mouth. Almost superhuman in his actions, Gareth immediately lets go of the scimitar in the man, and takes his other, and with a fluid movement, spins around him and slams his other scimitar through the first downed cops stomac
Dec 12 23:54:01 :: (GC) Siol echoed: and with a fluid movement, spins around him and slams his other scimitar through the first downed cops stomach, killing him. As almost a sidenote, he grabs the scimitar from the cop whom he left it in, and he tears it out, nearly cutting him in half.
Dec 12 23:56:35 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Leannan, not to be outdone it seems, levels his gun at the other downed cop who she had shot not 10 seconds before, and fires. The bullet catches him in the groin, tearing up through the cops pelvis, shredding meat and muscle as it goes before finally shearing through the man's heart, killing him instantly.
Dec 12 23:57:14 :: (GC) Nora rposed: Hearing the noises, A young man with chin length black hair approaches. His hands are tucking into a long black trench coat that hugs his body. He looks about towards the building. "Whats going on here?" He says softly to himself, his voice almost feminine.
Dec 13 00:06:29 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Almost as a blur, Gareth immediately turns towards the other police officer and he looks at the man with a deadly glare. The cop half turns to try and escape, but before he can, Gareth is next to him. A scimitar is shoved through the man's back, and he cries out in pain, falling to his knees. Gareth steps up and whispers in his ear, "Don't lose your head, mate." Then, taking a step back, he swings his sword with a flash. Almost without realizing, the cop gasps as the life spills from him. As his body
Dec 13 00:06:47 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As his body begins to fall forward, Gareth pulls the other blade out of his back and slices the head in two before it hits the ground.
Dec 13 00:07:25 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Speedbump II: The Return.
Dec 13 00:15:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The lithe Brit sheathes both of his sword, not caring about the blood on them, and jumps on the couch. He snatches up the irish flag off of the wall, tossing it over Pelliden, and heaving him over his shoulder, with a bit of effort. As he runs past, into the hall, he stops at the 'wall' and beckons in the direction where the bullet had come from.
Dec 13 00:36:58 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man with chin length black hair stands at the edge of a building watching the building, waiting for something to happen.
Dec 13 00:44:50 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The Englishman drops Pelliden off of his shoulder, sensing the danger before it can happen, and steps to the side. In two actions, he calls out of the hole he had kicked, "..WE HAVE A BOMB. A LARGE ONE. AND HOSTAGES. ONE OF THEM IS A NEWS REPORTER THAT LIVES HERE. WOULDN'T WANT THIS TO GET OUT, WOULD YOU?", and then in the next moment, he turns to Leannan, "..Drag a cop in here. Drop it on the Irishman..".
Dec 13 00:47:00 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Startled by the shout, oddly enough, more than the kicking a hole in the wall, she blinked as he gave her an order. However, she would quickly move back to the bodies left in the livingroom and choose the one that was in the best condition. With some difficulty, she dragged it out and over to Pelliden, as told.
Dec 13 00:52:02 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man with thin chinlength blakc hair leans back in a dark shadow, watching the building. He eyes the movement of the SWAT team, and merely sinks further into the shadow he had found.
Dec 13 00:54:25 :: (GC) Siol echoed: "This is the LA Police Department. We have the building surrounded, come out with your hands up, and no one will be hurt." Weapons can be heard cocking, numerous automatics and the like. As the bomb was mentioned, the man on the bullhorn speaks. "Alright, we don't want this to end badly. Just come out with your hands up, and no one will be hurt. What can we do to make you comfortable?"
Dec 13 01:13:43 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Turning into a blur of motion, the British Ventrue disappears, and then appears just as quick, a spot of blood still on his lower lip. He begins to tear his shirt into a pair of masks, "..Pell! Take that flag and do this with it...we're getting the fuck out of here..".
Dec 13 01:19:39 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: The sheer ballsiness of that request makes Pell angry enough to break the handcuffs. Still, seeing no other way, he breaks the glass on the frame, crosses himself, then takes hold of it He....stuffs it in his pocket with his St. Christopher medal. "Can't do it, sah." He pulls the jacket off the cop and fashions a rough mask from it.
Dec 13 01:22:28 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Her expression seemed...relieved? All the same, she chanced sighed and looked to the Englishman. "Well then..? I assume you had a plan, yes?" Glancing towards the hole and feeling distinctly out of her element with all this brute force.
Dec 13 01:23:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..No. No plan. Winging it, really. Just follow along, love..", Gareth admits, slipping the mask on over his head, and straightening out the eye-holes. The other, he tosses to Leannan, "..Put that on. We're going to do something stupid..".
Dec 13 01:26:48 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Gaping at him momentarily, she muttered a prayer to the Virgin and tied the mask on, pulling her hair back and securing it with a tie from around her wrist as she did so. "Right, right. Lead and I shall follow." Because what CHOICE did she have? Assuming she didn't want to leave them both here alone, that is. She briefly pondered it but then glanced at Pell and sighed.
Dec 13 01:34:52 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I don't know what your name is, but I know what you can do, lady. So. I'm going to need some C4 strapped to me. Everywhere. Arms. Legs. Torso. Not the face or head. You know. Also. I'm going to need the cutest damn kid ever, in my arms. I'll hold it..", Gareth remarks, seeming as if this were quite a normal request, "..I'll probably die too. So this should be fun.". With that, he pulls out his phone and makes a call.
Dec 13 01:38:18 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: She didn't even bat and, just nodded. He had seen through the wall, after all. Cracking her knuckles she let her silvery-emerald eyes trail along his body, memorizing every inch...and then mentally adding in the missing details. When he was done with his call, she made a carrying gesture. Once he mimiced it, she would release the image from her mind and into reality through force of will.
Dec 13 01:42:22 :: (GC) Siol echoed: "We are sending someone up to negotiate for your hostages. Please, remain calm, and don't do anything rash!"
Dec 13 01:43:22 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: It wasn't that she was ignoring Pelliden, and she would reach vaguely in his direction to show him such...but, at the moment, she was concentrating on Gareth and the image he needed, should anything need changing or for last minute animations.
Dec 13 01:47:11 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Change of plans..", Gareth admits, tossing up his hands and tearing off his mask, "..I think..we'll let them take us out as hostages..", he responds with, after hearing the bullhorn blare out from the SWAT team, "..Pell. Go get us some regular clothing. Quick. Faster than the eye, chap..". And with that, he starts to strip down to his skivvies, even the swords dropping.
Dec 13 01:51:13 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: To say she was annoyed...would have been an understatement. But she smiled lightly and asked, "Sure you don't want to keep the explosive accessories?" Assuming he said he didn't, she'd flick her wrist and banish them. There after, plucking up a pair of jeans, she wondered if they'd even fit her...woman having wider hips than men and all...
Dec 13 01:51:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Out of the clothing. Both of you. We have to look nice for our adoring public..", and despite the situation, the Englishman bared a roguish grin at both Leannan and Pelliden, "..Woman. I'm going to need you to make Pelliden look a bit different than he is now. Also. I'm going to need you to...create a Terrorist. Scary. Something for the negotiator to...do his thing with. Keep concentrating on it. He'll have to talk, and all of that..".
Dec 13 02:01:25 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Huffing softly, she sensed an imminent headache. Still, she continued to smile and nodded. Without a hint of shame but also without any undue showiness, she would strip out of her outfit and pull on the clothing Pell had produced. Looking over the Irishman when she was done, pursing her lips in thought..pondering a new appearance for him. "Any preference?" Then a glance was given to Gareth "For the Terrorist of yours as well...? Quickly, quickly, please sirs?"
Dec 13 02:15:05 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I need for you..", Gareth states, turning to Leannan, "..To create a terrorist. A mean one. American. A massive gun. C4 strapped, like I had asked for, originally, on myself. I just need you to make him up..and have him talk to the Negotiator for me..", he says, placing a hand on her shoulder and talking to her as if she were made of glass, "..Can you do that? Can you get that negotiator to walk us out of here as hostages? You look like a smart girl. And I'll be coming back for Pelliden..".
Dec 13 02:17:30 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Her gaze was drawn down to Pelliden, concern and confusion evident before she looked back up at Gareth. "Are you sure they won't harm him while we're playing this game?" Though she was a bit offended by his tone, need drove her to begin designing his request in her mind even as she spoke. For this part, conception, not much attention was required.
Dec 13 02:19:31 :: (GC) Siol snoops Pelliden
Dec 13 02:26:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Fine. He's coming. Change his face up a bit. I don't want them knowing it's him. Then do the terrorist. Do it second. Al used to bitch up a storm about the concentration shit..", Gareth admits, checking over his clothing to make sure everything is right, and then gathering up shed clothing, and pushing it into a room off to the side.
Dec 13 02:28:35 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I can't believe I'm doing this..", the Scourge mutters, wrapping his arms around Pelliden, "..Hang on here, chap. Ole' Gareth has you. You won't fall with me. Don't be psycho now. This is a bad time for it..", he coaches, in an attempt to be comforting.
Dec 13 02:29:18 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Crouching down, she grabbed Pelliden's face, perhaps a bit more harshly than she had intended. Giving him a faint smile of apology, she'd caress his cheek and give the first appearance that came to mind... Italian, long dark hair and dark eyes. Releasing him then, she stood and finished up the mental image of the terorist..she would then release that one..keeping her attention and concentration focused on it.
Dec 13 02:35:44 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The negotiator makes it up the stairs and holds up his hands, looking completely neutral. "I'm here to discuss the hostage release." His tone is affable, and he is very polite.
Dec 13 02:37:57 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Gareth does his best to hold a scared face, holding into Pelliden and whispering, "..It'll be all right. The cops will get us out of here..". When the Negotiator comes up the stairs, he draws the woman close and into his other arm, holding her as well, and casting his eyes down, "..They'll get us out. Pray to God. Just Pray..", and with that, he begins to pray.
Dec 13 02:41:21 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Leaning against the Englishman, she was honestly glad for the support as the night had been mentally taxing thus far. Affecting a frightened mien, she lowered her head just enough to keep the illusion in sight to maintain her focus. As for said illusion, the Terrorist stared pointedly at the negotiator, gun at the ready and explosive charges evident. When he spoke, his voice was harsh even gravelly.
Dec 13 02:42:03 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Take these," jerking his head slightly to indicate the group. "And I want a damn helicopter. NOW. Only offer."
Dec 13 02:46:51 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The negotiator nods and lets the people go down the stairs. "Alright, I will be back."
Dec 13 02:49:22 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A firebomb is thrown by a gang banger who screams, "Fuck ya'll!" Everyone dies terrible, burninated deaths.
Dec 13 03:02:45 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Well, what're we waiting for. Let's get the fuck out of here..", Gareth remarks, strolling off and taking the pair with him.
Dec 13 03:03:54 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "..." She tried to reply but nothing came, she seemed quite weary and only followed the Englishman's lead.
Dec 13 03:13:15 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Having managed to follow this far, she took a seat on a couch. More falling into it than actually seating herself. Her borrowed clothes were ill fitting and it made her fidget a bit. Lifting her fingers to her temples, she would massage there lightly as though it would have helped.
Dec 13 03:58:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Perhaps she was just that tired..or perhaps just that focused. Either way, she didn't really notice the other man leaving, just as she had not initially noticed his entrance. Her silvered orbs were focused on Pelliden and she placed both hands on his face now, one to either side, drawing him closer as she asked, "Is that so...?"
Dec 13 04:37:01 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: perhaps thinking she's asleep, he leans back against the cushion, sighing as the events of the day coupled with rather servere brain damage begin to weigh down on him, pulling him into the realm of sleep until another night. However, his fingers stroke through her hair idly.
Dec 13 13:11:08 :: (GC) Christian rposed: work.
Dec 13 13:16:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The soft thud of platform boots is easily drowned out by the whir of the machinery. A willowy form casually enters the shop, cerulean eyes glancing around with a sense of caution and vague interest, long lithe arms hanging down beside an androgynous torso. The angelic and youthful face of the figure holds no expression other than lightly pursed lips that neither smile nor frown. Another long stride forward carried the form one step closer to the pair of men, long fingers tapping out a random beat ag
Dec 13 13:17:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: beat against a denim clad thigh.
Dec 13 13:24:52 :: (GC) Christian rposed: noise a moment before, it brings an almost uncomfortable silence albeit interrupted by the sound of the arc welder itself which soon ends as he stands to raise the face mask. (4 successes alertness/Christian)
Dec 13 13:33:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a polite nod offered by the youthful figure, golden curls spilling over broad yet thin shoulders. The fingers continue to tap, pausing in their motions for a wrist to twitch into life, only to begin drawing invisible shapes and patterns. Pale yet brilliant eyes flare with recognition as they study the rough-looking form with an appraising gaze. One brow, darker in color than the blond ringlets, raises slightly and remains there for a few moments before lowering to complete the angelic mask o
Dec 13 13:33:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Mask once more.
Dec 13 13:40:49 :: (GC) Christian rposed: pack and change of clothes along the way before dissapearing into the night of Los Angeles, "To what honor do you visit me?" A hint of amusement flickers along the edges of his dark orbs, oddly mixed with a tinge of respect in his demeanor. 
Dec 13 13:49:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Reverend will do actually, Brother Christian.", is stated in a gentle voice, her tone soft and silvery, flowing like silk over her tongue and through her petal-pink lips. "I just wanted to talk mostly. About things that have happened, and things that should come to pass." There's a politeness about her demeanor, a hint of respect mixed with know authority. Her eyes shine with an inner fervor, alighting her fair countenance with a sense of inner light. There's a slight frown lightly tugging at the c
Dec 13 13:50:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: the corners of her lips, that remains for several moment before she adds, "Not all of it good, I warn you."
Dec 13 13:57:26 :: (GC) Christian rposed: though you are welcome in my haven Reverend." His rough features seem to take on a sense of calm as the amusement that had once sparked within his eyes fades to that of interest.
Dec 13 14:09:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's another polite nod of her head as she replies, "Thank you for that. It's truly appreciated." A soft breath is exhaled gently through her nose as her boot begins to tap against the floor, the thick sole absorbing the sound somewhat as the leather creaks with each movement of her ankle. At the same time, her fingers continue to trace patterns against her thigh. "An incident occurred, though I'm sure you've heard of this by now. A rogue ghoul, as that was it truly was, needed to be put out of i
Dec 13 14:09:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: of its misery after a series of mistakes.", at this, there's a gentle shake of her head. "Its owner seems to have taken off as well. Her name was Coco. If you do happen to know where she is, please do tell me."
Dec 13 15:02:54 :: (GC) Christian rposed: I do not know where she currently resides. I imagined her dead."
Dec 13 15:05:05 :: (GC) Salem rposed: A knock comes from the door.
Dec 13 15:17:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Shaking her head, the priestess adds softly, "I didn't think you would, as frustrating as that is. Neither you nor your clan have anything to do with this mess." Shifting weight easily from one foot to the other, the tapping once more commences. "But there is one thing you could do for me that would help clear this up neatly." Her head tilts slightly to the side now, golden curls still framing her deceptively youthful and angelic visage. "Oh, might my Templar join us? I'm sure he's just outside."
Dec 13 15:34:37 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A sinister voice whispers on the wind, "Greetings Kenneth,"
Dec 13 15:46:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes shift towards the opened door, all of the priestess' movements pausing for a moment, until there has been sufficient time for the Templar to enter. "I suppose not.", is commented in a slightly disappointed tone. Gently clearing her throat, her gaze shifts once more to the man before her. "Just incase this wasn't covered, My name's Morgan, blood of the Obertus and child of the Dragon." Her head dips in a slight bow. "I am, in a way, at YOUR service. If you wish to learn it, I can help y
Dec 13 15:46:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: help you." Her hands clasp neatly before her, as she adds, "After you repair a small part of the damage. Nothing too great, just a little...painting." There's a dark smile playing upon the very corners of her mouth now, out of place yet befitting.
Dec 13 15:58:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Slender fingers unfurl from a pale palm. slowly ticking out numbers in time to her speech. "You'll need pig's blood, or cow's if you prefer to be kosher about this. A paintbrush, not necessary but it will keep things neater. A little soap might not hurt too..." Eyes focus on the muscular figure before her, locking her gaze. "You're going to write, 'Sorry', on that wall I saw you scribble on." Her nimble fingers once more curl in on themselves, hand falling back down to her side in a gentle movement.
Dec 13 16:06:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Shaking her head, Morgan begins to explain. "Not to them, to the police. After all, what do a few dead bodies mean to the others? They claim to be high and mighty, but in the end there's always trash to be discarded." Starting to pace the slightly bit, her footfalls echo throughout the quiet room. "They may be but kine, but there are more of them than us in this city. No matter how weak they are along, together they are a true threat. A SWAT team? The FBI? Are we ready to fight them should they come
Dec 13 16:08:37 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Hands thrust deep within his pockets Logan makes his way to the bar completely bipassing the hostess, taking a seat at the bar he grumbles out "Beer" , slapping a couple saw-bucks down on the hardwood surface.
Dec 13 16:09:36 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The young looking man, with a gorgeous face perks up and speaks out.  "By god, its fucking wolverine!"  He laughs to himself.
Dec 13 16:11:34 :: (GC) Christian rposed: after that fool order." He lower his arms as he leans back against the steel shuttered door, "If you truly want it done I will, as I follow the needs of the Sect, but what I did I did on orders of my Ductus...and I feel it is needless."
Dec 13 16:19:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a soft sound, something akin to a cough or a laugh, seemingly both yet neither. A long, casual stride is taken forward. "The kine don't know the difference between Kine and Cainites, Marges and Garou. To them it's all gangs, teenagers, anything bu the truth." Another step taken, another step towards the muscled form before her. "I'm from Detroit, we own that city. It's ours in the night, wrapping around us with the power and truth within those borders. And yet, I've seen the powerful fall in
Dec 13 16:30:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a soft sound, something akin to a cough or a laugh, seemingly both yet neither. A long, casual stride is taken forward. "The kine don't know the difference between Kine and Cainites, Marges and Garou. To them it's all gangs, teenagers, anything bu the truth." Another step taken, another step towards the muscled form before her. "I'm from Detroit, we own that city. It's ours in the night, wrapping around us with the power and truth within those borders. And yet, I've seen the powerful fall in
Dec 13 16:31:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: fall into torper or burn within the confine of cells." A brow raises slightly, still adding little emotion to her detached expression. "I'm not here to force you into anything. The sword is founded upon choice and built upon your own opinion. And that you have one is a power you should treasure. Never be afraid to use the voice you possess." She pauses now, drawing an unneeded breath. "But we need to ensure this never comes back to us."
Dec 13 16:35:55 :: (GC) Christian rposed: If I did get away, it would only bring more unwanted attention."
Dec 13 16:36:08 :: (GC) Christian rposed: Sect if the kine managed to capture me. If I did get away, it would only bring more unwanted attention."
Dec 13 16:38:21 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Surprisingly Logan doesn't have much of a reaction, his bushy eyebrows rise a little but he seems otherwise unimpressed "Whoopity do." he says, twirling an index finger. "So I guess your the one they stole arch-angel off of huh? I should visit that stan lee sometime."
Dec 13 16:43:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a slight nod, her arm lifting easily from her side, elbow bending to allow her pale hand to rest beneath her slender chin, long fingers stroking the smooth skin. "Then what might your propose to ratify this situation? After all, you know this area better then I." Her gaze shifts in a thoughtful manner, and she glances towards the door for a moment before adding, "Will anyone be suspicious that you're closed right now?" Her pacing slows, only for her foot to resume the tapping, finger already
Dec 13 16:44:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: finger already tracing circles into her skin.
Dec 13 16:50:29 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A woman, her eyes slightly downcast with introspection, slunk across the parking lot slowly. She wore a plain grey t-shirt stretched across her quite feminine frame and jeans that didn't quite fit right on her hips..clearly borrowed attire. Looking up, she'd scan the lot to see who was about...recognizing none she only gave a rueful smile before searching for her truch.
Dec 13 17:09:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Another patient nod of her head contrasts sharply with the growing tapping of her foot, a motion that suddenly comes to a halt as she idly glances downwards, as though unsure of the source of the sound. "Do you know if the mages would dare place the burden of blame upon our shoulders? Or do the others have the police in their pockets? If not...perhaps its something we should consider. Ghoul a lawyer or two maybe." These words seem more spoken to herself than present company. Gentle voice raising sli
Dec 13 17:09:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gentle voice raising slightly, she thoughtfully comments, "There's a seer in the city, Malkavian who goes by the name of 'Johnny'. He holds no part within either sect and should not be touched. If anything, give him berth." Eyelids shade cerulean eyes slightly, fans of lashes casting dark circles upon the round, pale apples of high cheeks. "He has a ward now, 'Thea'. (Described Althea) She also is not to be touched." A cruel grin plays upon her lips, the cupid's bow flexing darkly. "Though, the man 
Dec 13 17:09:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Though, the man known as Logan' or Wolverine'. He's more than fair game." A thoughtful look appears on her features. "Do you know anything of him?"
Dec 13 17:16:32 :: (GC) Logan rposed: The high whining distinctive shriek of the ZX-14 raises to a fevered pitch as Logan peels the bike out in the parking lot, taking off with near preternatural reflexes. (4 success)
Dec 13 17:16:56 :: (GC) Christian rposed: the bike I saw when I met His Excellency Cortez in the city then i've seen him yes. Looked like an Xmen wannabe." He turns and leans back against one of the workbenches idly, eying you, "That one i'll take a crack at. The known mages in the city are Robert, Salem, and Keriol. If you ever see a young man come to this garage by the name of Sal...i've identified him with aura sight as a Mage. Side from that...I also know another man known as Pelliden as a Cammirilla Sheriff."
Dec 13 17:30:00 :: (GC) Logan rposed: While he waits for Salem to do his thing Logan makes his way up onto the roof crouching over the entranceway in shadows.
Dec 13 17:37:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A slightly agitated look flashes through the priestess' eyes as the man before her speaks the name of the Sheriff. "My Brother had a slight run-in with both Robert and Pelliden, as well as other high-ranking Camarilla member...", her tone trails off here, the silvery tone gaining a dark and cutting edge, the words almost slicing at her tongue. "Including the prince.", is completed with a dark and almost dangerous flourish. Her eyes narrow slightly, lashes now casting spidery webs of dark and light u
Dec 13 17:38:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: light upon her angelic countenance.
Dec 13 17:38:52 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Softly muttering to herself, she looked around to be sure no one was close or in visual range before quickly stripping down and changing into a proper outfit. Fitted black cargo pants, an emerald green sheer silk blouse and ankle boots for today. Once she was properly attired and out of the borrowed clothing, she leaned heavily against her truck and seriously pondered going back to New York. 
Dec 13 17:40:29 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Smoke can be seen entering the room, and several smoke alarms go off.
Dec 13 17:47:47 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: Smoke begins to thicken, and some flames can be seen through the back window, as it breaks...
Dec 13 17:50:31 :: (GC) Salem rposed: The garage door begins to open.
Dec 13 17:51:21 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: With fluid motion, Morgan catches the keys and spins neatly on her heels, making her way over to the bike in a few long, quick strides. Without wasting any time, she grasps her the right key in her deft fingers, placing it into the ignition, then turning it until the bike purrs to life. Throwing her leg over the seat, she motions to the man, saying in an authoritative and almost overly pleasant tone, "I don't how to drives these things, so kindly get your ass over here."
Dec 13 17:52:19 :: (GC) Faristil forced Lenny to save
Dec 13 18:00:36 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The door is now open enough to drive through as it creeks up slowly.
Dec 13 18:05:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Holding tightly to the back of her fellow Sabbat, Morgan is, literally, along for the ride.
Dec 13 18:07:02 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The back tire of the bike squeels against concrete as it gives way, the engine roaring loud as it launches forward with the man bending forward as to keep his head low, "Time to test the new adjustments." He mutters, the bike reaching high speed before it reaches the garage door.
Dec 13 18:08:16 :: (GC) Christian rposed: ((5 successes))
Dec 13 18:27:49 :: (GC) Nora rposed: A young man with chin lenght black hair walks down the stairs that lead to the various rooms. A heavy black trench coat wrapped around his body and a man-bag dangling from his shoulder. He walks down the stairs with a certian slump to his posture, his eyes seem to be attached to the floor.
Dec 13 18:40:16 :: (GC) Never echoed: The motorcycle completes its turn leaving tire streaks on the ground in its wake, and as Christian completes the turn, a figure rises up from the roof of the garage and leaps downwards, arms out to the sides, head first. As he falls, he twists around his body to lead with his feet and forcefully bodyslams the motorcycle, causing it to wobble, but Christian manages to maintain control at the loss of some momentum and continue going. Logan hits the ground and with incredible reaction time smoothly cont
Dec 13 18:40:27 :: (GC) Never echoed: contorts into a roll that carries him onto the sidewalk, before bringing him back to his feet.
Dec 13 18:40:53 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Seemingly absorbed in his own activities Erich makes his way through the lobby towards the stairs where he bumps shoulders with an young man with chin length black hair. Shaken from his revere he looks up offering an apologetic smile "Excuse me" he mumbles, pausing and taking another look at the young man with faint recognition.
Dec 13 18:42:57 :: (GC) Nora rposed: Without saying another word he waves off the man. His eyes still glued to the floor, he seems to almost be in deep thought. His thin pale hand is quickly tucked back into his pocket.
Dec 13 18:44:17 :: (GC) Erich rposed: "... Whoa whoa whoa..." an muscular blond young man says offering the other figure a smile "From the restaurant. Zapatistas? Didn't expect to see you again..." he chuckles
Dec 13 18:46:58 :: (GC) Nora rposed: His concentraion slightly broken, a flustered look comes over his face. He turns and looks the man in the face. "Yeah." His voice was low, almost inaudible.
Dec 13 18:50:55 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man, his face completely devoid of emotion. "Nothing is wrong... yet." And eerie smiled creeps across his face, then he turns and makes his way further into the lobby.
Dec 13 18:56:19 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Turning fully to face the young man with a radiant smile Erich calls "You do not aggree? Young love is not beautiful?" (awe 1 success)
Dec 13 18:57:28 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The man stops and shakes his head, never looking back. However he stands tehre for a moment, as if in thought. Then starts walking agian headed for the door..
Dec 13 18:59:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still clinging to the back of the man from her perch atop the bike, the young woman grits out, "I'm really hating that man..." Her cerulean eyes flare with anger and her lips curl at the corners into a slight snarl.
Dec 13 19:00:30 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man looks back as he is pushing the door open. His face still devoid with emotion, even his eyes seem hollow. He walks thought the door and into the cold streets. After a moment or two the sounds of a bike starting can beheard.
Dec 13 19:04:10 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Without looking to see if Salem follows Logan crosses the street, mounting and starting the thunder-blue kawasaki.
Dec 13 19:05:00 :: (GC) Erich rposed: Making his way into the large theatre Erich whistles a jaunty christmas tune, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his wool coat.
Dec 13 19:14:00 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Pulling the motorcycle up outside Logan dismounts, shutting off the bike. "Like tits kid?" he asks in a rough timbre.
Dec 13 19:19:12 :: (GC) Logan rposed: Heading directly towards the bar Logan sniffs the air with a small sigh " Beer" he grunts at the scantily clad bartender as he looks back at Salem "So howed you know that twat-dick having freak was going to be there."
Dec 13 19:40:14 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: You gain 10xp.
Dec 13 20:08:25 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: You gain -1 XP.
Dec 22 10:32:11 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The door to the office of the Prince slowly opens, as he himself walks out carrying a wooden box about a ... arms length, his eyes scan out over the room as he moves gracefully toward the edge of the stage.
Dec 22 10:40:24 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman entered silently, a small leather bound notebook in one hand and a pen in the other. She bit her lower lip in thought a moment before writing something down. Her attire was simple, a forest green halter top above low slung black cargo pants accented by a black half jacket. Of course, everything was designer label. Looking up after a moment, she blinked as she caught sight of the box.
Dec 22 10:41:37 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Pelliden" The Prince said as he hopped off of the stage landing with the upmost grace on the ground softly, "Hows the bombs?" he asked as his eyes danced over toward the woman who had just entered, scanning her slowly.
Dec 22 10:43:22 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: His eyes open slowly and he stands up, looking slightly irritated as more-than-usual lately. "All done, sah."
Dec 22 10:45:31 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Moving over, she'd stand at Gabriel side for just a moment, long enough to lean in and murmur, "Let me borrow that lovely axe of yours, later?" Brows arched hopefully before she smiled to both men and moved off to have a seat a bit away so they could talk.
Dec 22 10:57:45 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Gives the Prince a look, her amusement obvious in her gaze...which was politely averted there after. 
Dec 22 10:58:30 :: (GC) Faristil forced Gabriel to roll 10
Dec 22 10:59:14 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Didn't we already have this conversation?" The Prince asked a polite chuckle being offered as he caught Leannans looks, "I thought that we did.. was I mistaken?"
Dec 22 11:04:55 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Rather hoping Pelliden wouldn't see, she gave Gabriel another look and gestured for him to hurry it up and not drag the parental routine out.
Dec 22 11:07:41 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Alright then, its settled" Gabriel said snapping the box shut and walking back toward the stage where he placed the box on the edge. In one swift leap he stood ontop of the stage again and moved to pull a lighter out from behind the podium, he looked down at the box, his eyes narrowing it and golden locks falling into his face as the features of his face would become almost frightening, "Lets just burn it then, shall we?" 
Dec 22 11:11:50 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: She gave a soft sigh-like sound and pinched the bridge of her nose in a gesture of exasperation. A soft mutter could be heard that sounded suspiciously like "Men..."
Dec 22 11:16:30 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince stands slowly from his kneeling posistion his eyes lashing out over the entire room before settling on Pelliden, his supernatural presence flowing out of him as his words would, "Pelliden, I think it would be better for me if you would put that down and come sit down" (Awe 3-successes)
Dec 22 11:21:02 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: my very lif eto protect"
Dec 22 11:28:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: For her part, the lithe woman simply pulled her legs up onto the chair, wrapped her arms around them and leaned her cheek on her knees..watching in silence. It was better than the soaps on tv!
Dec 22 11:29:03 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Then do not forget, infact YOU should remember.. I did not agree with the taking of the arm... but it was either that or your life TELL Me which you would rather prefer my dear boy" The Princes tone continued to descend into an angry growl, "I do not threaten anything, I CHOSE to grant you this back earlier than was originally intended... If you cannot respect and honor that with a slight more interest than you have then you have no place in my court and I will see to it your things are packed and 
Dec 22 11:29:30 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: moved to where you would desire, aswell as assist you with funds to relocate.."
Dec 22 11:42:16 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Seeing the situation defused, she stretched out languidly before swinging her legs back down onto the floor and directly facing both men. Lifting her slender hands, she would clap three times with a fair grin tugging at her lips.
Dec 22 11:47:44 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Walking over to them, she smiled to the Prince and gave a little wink to the Deputy. "Cut a new wound and fix it in place? I don't know. I just get impaled." Rubbing one side of her flawless face lightly as she said that and turning to look up at Gabriel.
Dec 22 11:48:55 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Have you never regenerated a limb?" The Prince asked with a raised eyebrow, a polite chuckle being offered as he moved to the man with inhuman speed, "Put it back on, and then expend blood like you normally would to heal a wound to seal it back onto your body..." he then shrugged, "You yougens have alot to learn" the harpy's words then caught him off guard, and should he have had anything in his mouth...it would now most certainly have covered everyone, a slightly shocked look playing across his fe
Dec 22 11:49:01 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: features before fading quickly.
Dec 22 11:52:55 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Clicking her tongue softly, she'd chide the both of them. "Minds out of the gutter, gentlemen. Honestly..." Shaking her head a bit before looking quite seriously at Gabriel. "Now! About that axe..." Her smile showed a bit too much tooth to be considered anything but predatorial.
Dec 22 11:55:07 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Whats wrong?" Gabriel asked Pelliden, his eyebrow raising as the mention of THE axe was made, his full attention for the moment turned toward the Harpy, "What do you need THE axe for?" he asked casually, "Theres only two people who can touch it.. so you might have to take me with THE axe" 
Dec 22 11:59:28 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Her gaze would cut to Pelliden for a moment and her expression softened with fondness before she looked back to the Prince. "Yet another charming instance of a being appearing out of nowhere and displeasing me. Though this one was some little bubblegum tramp who..." She looked perplexed for a moment before continuing. "Shoved me through a door and a window and out onto the street. With a gesture." Crossing her arms in irritation she'd add. "It did not at all make thing better that I had to sit a lec
Dec 22 11:59:37 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: lecture from our dear Scourge as he removed the glass from my face." 
Dec 22 12:07:13 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Having been denied immediate satisfaction on the matter of her vengeance, she looked decidedly sulky. However, when he spoke, she arched a brow in curiousity and walked over. "Hmm?"
Dec 22 13:16:40 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec 22 14:32:18 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Catalina is /smote/.
Dec 22 14:32:23 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: ..and delicious on salads.
Dec 22 15:26:37 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: @yEndymion @w(WBOOC@w)s, '-hangs himself-.
Dec 22 15:26:45 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: @yEndymion @w(W@BOOC@w)s, '-hangs himself-.
Dec 22 15:26:58 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: @yEndymion @w(@BOOC@w)s, '-hangs himself-.
Dec 22 15:31:27 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: Endymion has quit the game.
Dec 22 15:31:44 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Faristil has /lost/ the game.
Dec 22 15:32:50 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Gaiz, if you saw wut I photoshopped into the pix that Faris sent me, u would understand his bitterness.
Dec 22 15:33:59 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to ooc Faristil.
Dec 22 15:34:07 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to ooc Sucks
Dec 22 15:34:17 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to ooc at sucking.
Dec 22 15:34:24 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to ooc Endy off.
Dec 22 15:49:19 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe Sheriff enters The Grand Theatre, dressed in a new, black suit and a black trenchcoat speckled with rain drops. His hands are slid into the pockets of the trenchcoat, which sways about his muscular, well-dressed figure with each step. He pauses near the entrance, casting a dark-eyed glance around at the assembled neonates or other Camarilla.@W
Dec 22 15:52:26 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Reclining on the edge of the stage, black cargo pants and a red halter of expensive origin hugged her slender frame. She watched Pelliden for a moment with an amused glint to her emerald eyes. At the other's entrance, she would look up and blink slowly..was that the man she had seen at the strange club the previous night? Giving a mental shrug, she would scribbled down something in a small leather bound book.
Dec 22 15:55:29 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Twenty One, twenty two, twenty three,twentyfour.. He looks up to see Leannan watching him, then time seems to fast-forward somehow. "Sixty five, sixty six, sixty seven, sixty eight, sixty nine, seventy!" He stands up as The Sheriff enters. "Sah."
Dec 22 16:01:37 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth watches the deputy stand, and nods his head to Pelliden. "@rEvening, Deputy Rieves.@D" His hands remain in his pockets, and he fixes Pelliden with one of his cold, calculating stares. "@rTell me.. Why has your name been popping up in the news so often?@D"
Dec 22 16:08:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Through the seething mass of humanity, a willowy form can be see, skirting the edges of the writhing crowd. Cerulean eyes hold a deep sense of caution, tinged with no small amount of disdain. Petal-pink lips are pursed in a straight line, holding no sign of emotion, much like the form's youthful and angelic face. Long legs take casual, yet precise strides, the thick soles of platform boots thudding lightly with each step.
Dec 22 16:08:21 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Golden curls have been straightened, falling in a silky curtain over and around porcelain skin. Through it all, lithe arms are wrapped about a very much androgynous torso, nimble fingers gently stroking the side of the bodice revealed beneanth an unbuttoned dress shirt.
Dec 22 16:11:58 :: (GC) Christian rposed: A tall man follows near the golden haired woman, rough features highlighted by the filtered light of a street lamp overhead. Those dark orbs within their sockets cast off through the throng of humanity that hovers along the streets in a cautious gaze, studying all that is around him with a hint of amusement for the moment. That amusement fades though into a dark glint, belied by his larger frame and overshadowed black bandanna upon his forehead, "The nights of this city aren't much unlike there it s
Dec 22 16:12:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth raises an eyebrow, the chill of his demeanor remaining as he narrows his eyes at Pelliden. "@rThat's a vague response, Deputy, but I suppose my question was equally general.@D" He breaks off, and slowly begins to walk around Pelliden, hands still in his trenchcoat pockets. "@rSo allow me to rephrase the question. Why the /fuck/ have you been labeled a terrorist?@D"@W
Dec 22 16:12:12 :: (GC) Christian rposed: there it seems." He whispers into the cold night air.
Dec 22 16:15:13 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: exercises a great deal of effort to NOT make a sound, biting down on her lip and all. Rather glad that she's facing away, she stops writing for a moment til she can settle the laughter that threatens to sound. It really wasn't funny but she found it thus anyway.
Dec 22 16:15:50 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Walking with such grace and proudness, this young woman smiles at everyone she passes. Nodding every so often to someone. She is taking her time looking at the surroundings, when she gets an chill about her. She notices the blonde and nods. Then hearing the whisperings of the man she turns to him and nods slowly. "Good day sir."
Dec 22 16:17:05 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth stops circling Pelliden, an eyebrow quirked, his hispanic features pulled into a look of incredulity. "@rEh? Fuck.@D" He shakes his head, bringing his hands out of his trenchcoat pockets, moving them gracefully to accentuate words. "@rDid you ever consider, deputy,@D" Kenneth begins moving around the man again, the chill returning to his voice. "@rThat the FBI could have seen you enter Elysium, could be tapping this very /fucking/ building?@D"@W
Dec 22 16:22:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Upon hearing both voices, the angelic youth's gaze flits through the crowd, pausing from time to time as eyes study a certain face with mild interest. Elegant neck turning slightly, the willowy form looks to the rough-looking figure over one broad, thin shoulder. A slight nod is offered, stiff in its movements, before the youth's head turns to face forward once more, tilting to the side slightly at the same time.
Dec 22 16:22:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Upon seeing the red-haired young woman, a mixture of recognition and annoyance shows within brilliant eyes, though the expression still doesn't touch youthful features.
Dec 22 16:22:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: An expressive roll of her eyes given at Pellien's response but it was accompanied with a fond expression..of course this was all directed at the back of the stage. She resumed her writing and simply listened.
Dec 22 16:24:30 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth stops, letting a coy smile slide onto his features at the sound of Pelliden's tone. "@rOh-ho, I see. Well, deputy.@D" He begins, and takes a step or to away from Pelliden, his back to him. "@rWhy exactly are you my Deputy,@D", Kenneth turns around to face Pelliden again. "@rIf you're stuck in Elysium all day?@D" The sheriff doesn't seem to expect a response to this, and he turns, giving a little polite salute and smile to Leannan, before turning to walk towards the exit, past the rows of s
Dec 22 16:24:42 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Dbefore turning to walk towards the exit, past the rows of seats.@W
Dec 22 16:25:42 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The dark eyed man turns his gaze down towards the woman that approaches him with a mild look of disregard that fades into a small nod, "Good day." He replies calmly before tilting his head to the side just a bit. As the various people of this part of town walk by under the passing lamps of the streetlight, his arms fold over his chest idly to meet leather upon leather with a hmm, "Is there something you need?"
Dec 22 16:26:26 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Dec 22 16:27:11 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to role
Dec 22 16:27:13 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to role
Dec 22 16:29:50 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: "No I am just out and about." She looks to the blonde again. With a soft smile and concern in her beautiful blue eyes. "I am so sorry for what happened the last time we meet." She then turns to the rough looking one. "I am looking for some friends you may be able to help me. They are at a new place but I forgot the name of it." Pulling her elegant hand to her chin, as she bites at her bottom lip.
Dec 22 16:32:29 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth stops mid-stride, turning slowly to face Pelliden from up the rows of theatre seats. "@rMr. Rieves, normally, at this point in our conversation, I'd be angry. But you know, tonight, I am only tired.@D" Despite his words, the cold expression on his face proves otherwise: Kenneth appears quite angry. He walks back down to the bottom of the theatre, stopping perfectly in front of Pelliden, both hands hidden in his trenchcoat pockets. "@rTired, Mr. Rieves. And weary. Let's not compare the size
Dec 22 16:32:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: "@rTired, Mr. Rieves. And weary. Let's not compare the size of our genitals, because I've accomplished more in my lifetime, that is to say, even my mortal years, than you have. And, you're quite in the negative, Deputy, as you seem to be bringing us down.@D" He pauses, letting his words sink in, before continuing "@rI was on a leave of absence regarding a very powerful and dangerous power in the city, that was witnessed multiple times breaking the masquerade.@D" He turns to leave, casting one last g
Dec 22 16:33:11 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: He turns to leave, casting one last glance behind him, adding "@rI was accomplishing something productive.@D" With this he strolls back to the exit.@W
Dec 22 16:37:21 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The Harpy's expression flattened in a look of, well...exasperation. Much like a mother might turn upon errant children. Bringing one leg up she propped her elbow against her knee and then leaned her cheek against her wrist, hand down-turned. Pelliden versus the world. She was getting quite used to such scenes.
Dec 22 16:39:05 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth simply walks out, not bothering to respond to the comment.@W
Dec 22 16:41:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head tilting upright once more, the youth offers the woman only a stare, eyes cold and unblinking. The lithe arms about the androgynous torso loosen their hold slightly, the very tips of nimble fingers trailing over the ivory material with a light touch. Shifting weight slightly, the willowy figure extends one leg slightly, a boot clad foot tapping against the ground in an unsteady rhythm, the movement stiff in its flow. Slowly, full lips part, as though to speak, though only a soft puff of breath f
Dec 22 16:41:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: breath flows over them. Once more glancing at the rough-looking man, a pale brow is raised in silent questioning. One arm fully drops to the youth's side, palm smoothing out the flowing material of the other sleeve with painstaking care and precision.
Dec 22 16:42:33 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Pursing her lips, the woman would give it a moments thought before smiling and shrugging. "No." She chirped in simple reply. Letting her legs dangle over the edge of the stage, she would lean her arms back and rest her weight on them. "Looking for a glorious comeback, dear Deputy?"
Dec 22 16:46:07 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Crocks a finger at him, beckoning him closer as she leans forward instead. "Please do tell me that you're more interested in the strength of the Camarilla than in a proverbial pissing contest with the higher ups." Tilting her head curiously at him.
Dec 22 16:47:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA black chevy nova pulls down the street, slowing smoothly next to the sidewalk. The car passes under various orange streetlights which illuminate its sleek frame, before stopping under a broken streetlight. The car's engine is cut in this particularly dark area of the street, and the driver side door pops open, followed by a well-dressed man in a business suit stepping out. In the darkness, one can barely make out the black hand imprinted on his shaved head. He straightens his tie, casting a cold
Dec 22 16:47:49 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Dcasting a cold, dark-eyed gaze around the street after slamming the car door shut.@W
Dec 22 16:48:55 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Tapping her index finger on her chin, she begins to describe them. "One is like six foot tall and tanned and in very good shape, and the other two guys are about five eight, and stout looking." She eyes the blonde from the corner of her eyes. "They said something about a parking lot I think." Her gaze turning to the car that just went by. Looking back to the rough man as she finishes.
Dec 22 16:54:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Come here," She invited with open arms. "When you still drew breath...you were a freedom fighter. You did what you believed was right for the strength and safety of your people, yes?" She would pause and smile faintly. "You were a soldier. I...was a politician, of a sort. So perhaps the change was easier on me. It's all a game, my dear one. You need to learn the rules of beauracracy."
Dec 22 16:57:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Cerulean gaze sliding in the direction of the black Nova and it's driver, the angelic youth studies the form with great care, a hint of caution seeming to flow about the willowy figure. Still, no emotion touches the porcelain visage. The palm brushing at the sleeve pauses in its motion for a moment, then deft fingers begin to pinch a neat crease into the light material.
Dec 22 16:57:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The other hand, still crossed lightly over the strangely androgynous chest, moves slowly upwards, short nails scraping lightly at a defined collar bone. Once more, the cerulean gaze shift over to the muscular figure.
Dec 22 17:06:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man walks to the side of his Nova, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the side of the car. He watches the street carefully, a soft humming sound coming from his throat, barely audible on the street.@W
Dec 22 17:16:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Obviously noticing the girl's gaze shifting over to the hispanic figure, the angelic youth once more raises a pale brow. Head leaning to the side once more, full lips part again, this time words flowing from them. "Is he one of them?", is asked in a quiet voice, soft and innocent in tone. Blinking slowly, the youth's head rights itself, then tilts in the opposite direction. "Do you think he'll like you more the less you wear?" 
Dec 22 17:16:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The question is genuine, almost idle in nature, though a velvety, and masculine undertone adds an edge, taking away from the demure nature of the youth's voice. Fingers still trail along his collarbone, though the pressure is visibly increased as a faint red line marks alabaster skin.
Dec 22 17:19:41 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...well, that's up to you then." Chuckling, she leaned back agains one arm on the stage again, the other resting over his shoulder. "But still..don't give them the satisfaction." Then she frowned for a moment before laughing. "I'm a hypocrite though. I yelled at Gareth the other night..."
Dec 22 17:19:56 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Turns to the frail blonde with an courious look upon her face. "One of them?" She stand quite not moving so the guy at the car might not notice her. She backs up putting her back to the wall off the establishment.
Dec 22 17:28:10 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "And a door," she added with a pout. "I don't know...Gabriel promised to look into it, you heard. That was the last I knew about it."
Dec 22 17:29:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose "One of your friends...", is said in the same idle manner, eyelids lowering over cerulean eyes, shadowing their pale depths. Twin fans of long lashes cast spidery shadows over the rounded apples of pale cheeks. "You never answered my question.", is added in a blunt tone, not demanding, though lacking the casual feel. The willowy figure leans in closer to the young woman, bending slightly at the waist, though not moving his feet.
Dec 22 17:29:49 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The finger scratching at his collarbone ceases its movement, trailing slowly downward to toy with the strings of the bodice.
Dec 22 17:32:34 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Smiles at the blonde man softly. "I seen him at a club the other night, but I do not know of him...no." She watches the hispanic male noticing ever little detail and movement he makes. "I am sorry for not answering you question sir."
Dec 22 17:33:39 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh." Pondering a moment, she shrugged. "I was mad. That's why. And Nora is a young man who knows a few things that have me curious. A bit too much about vampires for the casual bookworm, you know? He was running tasks for Erich and I'd dearly love to know what the German was after.."
Dec 22 17:37:53 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I was at Nora's shop and we were talking." She'd tick off the first point on her finger. "He mentioned something about a Christian..who had something to do with the broken up status of his shop." Tick. "Then to Erich." Tick. "Then when I was asking too many questions a school girl appeared out of nowhere and whooosh!" Tick.
Dec 22 17:41:03 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "No, no, no!" Placing both hands against his chest in a gesture of staying, she shook her head. "Then I'll never know what Erich was after. He's skipped town, have you heard? Wise of him, probably." Smiling apologetically, she'd add. "I was just angry after it happened. No explotions."
Dec 22 17:43:44 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The doors of Elysium are pushed open by two guards, both of which hold machine guns, so that Gareth can walk in. He's dressed in his more modern garb at the moment, though his shirt, once so elegant is torn in several places, and outlines in red stains. Bullet holes. Without looking to the people in the room, he declares, "..Duck and cover, chaps. The mob has arrived..". He begins to whistle a Christmas Tune as he walks over to Gabriel's office, unlocking it. The two guards push the door closed, and
Dec 22 17:44:03 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) and slide a massive piece of lumber in place, to hold it shut.
Dec 22 17:47:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Spinning around and pushing off the stage in one smooth motion, she would look at the Scourge with concern. "What happened to you?" Mentally cursing her unarmed state if there was to be fighting here soon
Dec 22 17:47:57 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: One block to the east, a rioting can be heard, before it rounds the corner, onto Santa Monica, and continues eastward. There's at least one-hundred people, who are easily pushing cars over onto their backs, and crushing anything they can. Whatever they can't crush, they shoot. Most of them are heavily armed, either with guns, or clubs. The man at the forefront has a broadsword.
Dec 22 17:50:23 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Anarch vampires. Autarkis. Someone's tipped them off as to Elysium's location..", Gareth admits, slipping into the office of the Prince. Just as he does, several loud blows crash against the doors, shaking them but not buckling them. Shouts and screams come from outside of, "..Down with the Prince! We don't need no stinkin' Prince!". The tip of a sword slides in between the doors, moving back and forth, but doing nothing, before it disappears again.
Dec 22 17:52:13 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Gareth!" She yelled even as she moved at a fairly quick pace after him in the direction of the office. "You've a plan, I suppose?" Looking in but not entering. Her form was a bit rigid and she felt distinctly uncomfortable and rather exposed..trapped as she was in this location.
Dec 22 17:54:41 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Yep. Fight or die, time, love. That's how it is..", the Englishman admits, slipping his hand into a gauntlet that he pulls from the burlap sack. He glances about for a moment, seeming lost, and then curses, "..Fucking swords. I left them..". Without a chance to mourn over that mistake anymore, he walks over to the wall and grabs Gabriel's massive axe, hefting it over his shoulder, before moving back out and into the Grand Theater again.
Dec 22 17:56:34 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "..." She was distinctly unimpressed with his ability to state the obvious. "One of your pets has a spare gun I could use, I suppose?" Eyeing the guards meaningfully. "I'm fairly useless in close quarters." The sentence accompanied with an undertone of helpless frustration.
Dec 22 17:58:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "You STILL. Didn't. Answer. My. Question.", is stated in the same quiet, velvety voice, the youth's gaze now locked on the young woman, staring at her in a cold and detached manner. The slightest hint of annoyance tugs at the corners of full lips, and fingers stop their movement to curl and flex tightly into palms. Bending forward at the waist a little more, he leans in closer to her, jaw clenching softly as he awaits her response. The chaos seems to go unnoticed, as one long leg begins to bounce up
Dec 22 17:58:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: up and down.
Dec 22 17:59:23 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Arm the people!", Gareth calls to the guards, who haven't managed to become ruffled at all, even under such current duress. They move over to the stage, opening a door beneath it, and start to pull out crates. The Ventrue points to Leannan, and the three other random vampires in the room, "..Merry Christmas. Arm up. We're not going to be alone, for long..".
Dec 22 18:01:27 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: looks straight into the eyes of the blonde man. "I am comfortable o=in what I wear I do not care what others think of it. I am my own person, same as you....." She pause as she sees what is happening on the street. Getting a worried look on her face she turns to the rough looking man. "What is going on here?"
Dec 22 18:02:28 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Much better," She'd say as she crossed back to the stage to see what was available. She didn't seem nearly as flustered now that she didn't have to attempt to flail with a sword or some such thing as her only course. Picking through the boxes, she looked back and snapped her fingers at an errant neonate who was just standing about..pointing to the armory on the stage. "You always make life so interesting, Scourge."
Dec 22 18:05:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh. It's not me. I just live here. It's all Autarkis this time, love..", the Englishman admits, setting Gabriel's massive axe off and to the side, and starting to pick through the guns that were in the crates. Several more blows land against the thick, double-doors of Elysium, but still they hold.
Dec 22 18:07:51 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Two pistols were plucked up and deposited in pockets, followed by two more. "Unfamiliar name," She'd murmur softly under her breath, in case it was someone or something she was meant to know. Pausing a moment, she took up a shotgun, slinging it over her shoulder and then grabbed up a machine gun. Each was checked for ammo and general maintainance. 
Dec 22 18:10:05 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Liar.", is said quietly to the girl, more of a breath than a word. Still, the willowy form straightens, unbending at the waist and leveling his head. Silky golden bangs fall across his face in the process, obscuring his fine features. Neck turning slightly, he looks at the other, rougher man seeming confused for a moment, before beginning to nod slightly. Suddenly, the movement ceases. Eyes flick to the nearby strip club, shining with thought. "Would it be safe to watch?" Glancing at the girl, the 
Dec 22 18:10:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Glancing at the girl, the youth adds, "I wish to play with her more."
Dec 22 18:12:01 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The rioting mob pushes eastward, and stops in front of a building, where the frontman cleaves right through the door with his massive broadsword. Kicking through the rest, he enters, and people begin to file in behind him, shouting, cheering, cursing, spitting, and tearing shit up.
Dec 22 18:13:48 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Stepping back closer to the rough looking man, as if for protection. She looks over to the pale man with a wierd look, "I do not understand you are worried about what I am wearing instead of what is going on infront of you." 
Dec 22 18:14:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The Englishman does the same thing, though he tucks two machine guns into his waistband, behind him, slings a shotgun over each shoulder, and then snags up a third and fourth machine gun, "..Take that Semtex and put it around the doors. One in the back of the stage, too. Bring me the detonator..", he commands, taking charge and issuing orders to the no-name vampires that had happened to be around.
Dec 22 18:17:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Looking for additional ammo, she decided to err on the side of disposable resources instead and added another two machine guns to her collection. It all felt too bulky and cumbersome for her...but war was war. "Remind me to take up some martial training that doesn't require me to be twenty yards away." 
Dec 22 18:20:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gaze flicking between the two other figures, the youth blinks once, slowly, then lets out a soft sound, akin to a snort, towards the girl. Lithe arms once more wrap about the androgynous torso, nails digging into both material and flesh with a wide raking motion. A few easy steps are taken away from the girl, drawing the youth closer to the rough-looking figure.
Dec 22 18:21:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Leaning forward on his toes, he tenses somewhat, coming within an inch of leaning against the other man, eyes panning the area with a knowing gaze.
Dec 22 18:22:22 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man climbs into his car, starting it up in a manner of seconds before peeling off in the direction of the mob@W.
Dec 22 18:24:43 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Watches the hispanic man leave and wonder why the group of rioters went in that particular establishment. Turning to the two men before her she slowly steps back, trying to ease her way away from them.
Dec 22 18:25:26 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Take up some martial training that doesn't require twenty yards distance..", the Englishman reminds, watching as the neonate vampires follow his orders and set the Semtex charges, "..You're ready, I hope..", he admits. Oddly, his cell phone rings, and he picks it up.
Dec 22 18:30:03 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe sleek black car roars down the street, the tires suddenly squealing as the expert driver turns it sideways, a long ways before the anarch mob. Closing one eye he aims a heavily modified 'pistol' out the open window of the car, a look of utter concentration on his face as he squeezes the trigger, and the thing shoots off towards the crowd...
Dec 22 18:33:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The micro-missile flies through the air, propelled with more than enough force as it slams into an Anarch, just inches from smaller, outer entrance to Elysium. The explosion is devastating, causing at least fifteen of the rioters to be tossed in all directions, on fire. The flames roar through the doorway, and into the guarded hall on the other side. Several of the Anarchs in the back turn at this, spotting Kenneth, and break out into a dead run for him.
Dec 22 18:37:33 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Gareth speaks for a moment, before ending the conversation with, "..Godspeed, Giles..". Seconds after he clicks the phone shut, the front doors of Elysium blow open, literally, showering the room with flames and Anarchs, most of whom seem to be in pain and screaming. Even under pressure, the Ventrue laughs, "..That Sheriff and his missiles!", before lifting the machine gun and spraying a screen of bullets across those who are still standing, and pouring in from the streets.
Dec 22 18:37:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyeing the car wheel off into the mob, a pale brow raises slightly, though the hint of expression quickly fades into the darkness. The youth's gaze now focuses on the mob, the willowy form watching it in an anulytical manner. "Where are you going?", is asked of the girl, the youth's tone more of a command than a question. Still posed and tensed, he shifts weight slightly, bring him closer still to his male counterpart, though the movement is vague in its manner and meaning.
Dec 22 18:40:07 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman neither asked nor commented. Rather, when the doors blew, she wasted little time in following suit with a full auto spray. Her fine features were set in a look of what might be called irritation though her eyes were hard with determination. Something that sounded like "...The hell outta my home..." could be heard if one were paying attention..or close enough.
Dec 22 18:41:55 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: She slowly peeks around the rough looking man to look at the willowy form of a man. "I am not comfortable with the crowd that has gather here before us." She says soflty. Peering down the street. "Do you know what they are doing here by any chance?" She asks the pale blonde. Waiting patiently and not moving till she gets an answer.
Dec 22 18:50:54 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth's features do not change from utter concentration, and he drops the smoking weapon onto the road outside. His face is set and determined, like a soldier refusing to melt down in combat, and he puts the car into gear. The vehicle slides easily around, tires screeching and sending up smoke, before suddenly it shoots forward and runs over two of the anarchs. As the other man lands on top of his car, Kenneth unsheathes his machete with his free right hand, stabbing it through the roof and (hop
Dec 22 18:51:12 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D(hopefully, given any rolls) into the gut of the man above him.@W
Dec 22 19:00:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Rioting.", is stated in an over simplified manner towards the girl, the youth offering her a sidewards glance. Slowly, a foot is raised, moving with painstaking control and care until the youth's willowy form is just barely touching the building. A slight look of disgust ghosts over he fine feature upon feeling the rough surface, though is dissipates quickly. Leaning upwards slightly, full lips gently brush the other man's ear as his whispers something, eyelids lowering to hide his gaze.
Dec 22 19:00:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: As he carefully settles back down, they open once more, studying the mob with a hint of curiosity.
Dec 22 19:01:32 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth puts the pedal to the metal, roaring over the outside edge of Anarch's, going halfway down the street. The intense hispanic man pulls the machete down, causing the man above him to fly off his roof, given the speed of the vehicle. Kenneth whirls the car around, hopefully throwing the anarch off of his bumper, and hits the gas again to shoot the vehicle forward and make another go on the outside of the crowd.@W
Dec 22 19:12:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Almost manic laughter now escapes the youth's willowy and androgynous form, the sound both dark and surprisingly mirthful. An equally dark look fills his eyes, glinting dangerously within the madness. A wink is offered to the girl, followed by a slight grin. "Having fun yet?", is asked in a monotonous tone. Softly, the youth clears his throat, turning now to the man, giving him a look verging on anger. "I'm not a weakling child. Worry about yourself first.", is stated.
Dec 22 19:14:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Almost manic laughter now escapes the youth's willowy and androgynous form, the sound both dark and surprisingly mirthful. An equally dark look fills his eyes, glinting dangerously within the madness. A wink is offered to the girl, followed by a slight grin. "Having fun yet?", is asked in a monotonous tone. Softly, the youth clears his throat, turning now to the man, giving him a look of concern. "Take your own advice.", is commented in the same, dry manner.
Dec 22 19:19:51 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The front wall of Elysium collapses, entirely as several of the Semtex charges are set off, causing great explosions all along the the length of their setting. Fire and force consumes several more Anarchs, and wash over Kenneth's car as he mows down a sixth and a seventh of the riot. Gareth lifts a boot, kicking Jeremy MacNeil right in the chest and pushing him away, though not before the attacker pulls a dagger from his waistband and shoves it right through the throat of the Ventrue, so that it prot
Dec 22 19:20:07 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) protrudes from the back. With a sword and a dagger both stuck through him, the English lifts the axe and swings it down and at MacNeil, burying it in his leg. Leannan, having been taking aim, squeezes off a three round burst. Two of the bullets miss, though the last slams into the shoulder of the Anarch. She, however, doesn't get much of a chance to rejoice, as two bullets take her in the left leg.
Dec 22 19:22:12 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A black Ford Nova plows through several of the rioting people, taking them down. One of them latches onto the top, but this is fixed as a machete plunges out of his back, orginating from the driver inside. Several of the fifty or so standing rioters begin to converge on the Nova, even as it flips a bitch, and reverses right into the front of the building, who's wall has already begun to collapse. It disappears from sight.
Dec 22 19:29:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Looking at the car with a hint of amusement glinting in cerulean eyes, a pale brow begins to raise, though it soon drops back down. Long arms unwrap from the youth's chest and fall down beside his androgynous torso, fingers flexing almost in anticipation. Eyeing the building now, the youth once more begins to laugh, though more softly now. Back arching ever-so-slightly, narrow hips sway just a bit towards the gun-toting figure and away from the young woman.
Dec 22 19:33:43 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: She looks back to the crowd and the devistation. Her head turning to the man laughing. "What is so amusing people are dying?"
Dec 22 19:37:56 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Kenneth mows down two more of the Autarkis thugs, before pulling his Nova into a 180', and slamming the gas, causing the vehicle to push past another crowd and into Elysium. Meanwhile, Gareth drops the axe he was wielding, and snags his shotgun, unloading it into an Anarch that's charging after him, but also, taking a bullet to the hip. He grunts a bit, growling out, "..Fuck you!". Leannan opens up again, showering another Anarch in the back with a burst of ammunition. Two bullets zip past her, one n
Dec 22 19:38:11 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) one near the head, and another between her legs.
Dec 22 19:44:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I wonder if we can bum a ride home...", is asked by the youth in a rather conversational tone, irises visibly flicking from face to face within the mob. "Remarkable blade work on both sides really." Elegant, pale neck craning just slightly to gain a better view, hands meet together and knuckles crack softly.
Dec 22 19:44:54 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DAfter the Nova pulls into Elysium, it screeches to a halt right in front of Gareth and Leannan, and Kenneth is visible behind the windshield. He has that usual cold, stoic look, although his jaw is clenched in concentration. The fire from the entrance of Elysium casts long shadows down the front of the car, and on the ground. These shadows suddenly rise up from the ground, forming four tentacles of pure shadow that all lunge for MacNeil in an attempt to rip him to shreds. "@rGet in the car.@D" Ken
Dec 22 19:45:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth neither yells nor speaks faintly, his voice is stern and blunt, heard through the open windows of the car.@W
Dec 22 19:47:42 :: (GC) Faristil forced Beatrice to ooc OH MY GOD YOU KILLED KENNY!
Dec 22 19:47:49 :: (GC) Faristil forced Trista to ooc OH MY GOD YOU KILLED KENNY!
Dec 22 19:57:51 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I don't have a TV.", is explained blandly, until the other man speaks. One pale brow is raised in obvious contemplation, the youth once more turning to look at the other man. His own brilliant eyes flash with danger and intelligence, holding all of the darkness and wisdom of the night. "I'm not my sister, I don't know of those things.", is offered at first, as his head begins to tilt towards the girl. "It's the middle of the night child. What did you expect to find?"
Dec 22 20:02:47 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Up and in, Miss..", Gareth admits, lifting the woman by the back of her clothing, easily, and stuffing her head-first through the rolled-down window of the black Chevy Nova, despite whatever sort of resistance that she might offer. Kenneth revs it up a bit, while his tentacles each take a limb of MacNeil, and all tug in opposite directions. The sounds of bone crunching are heard, but he doesn't pull apart. Brandishing a machine gun, the Englishman hops through the window himself, coming to a rest 
Dec 22 20:03:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) rest on the door, and slams his hand into the top of the car, "..Get out of here!". 
Dec 22 20:25:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Looking almost bored now, the willowy form of the youth nods silently to the other man, the detached expression once more sliding over his angelic features. Arms move upwards easily, bending at the elbows to once more wrap about his androgynous figure. The gentle thud of his boots is hard, if not impossible, to hear over the roar of the riot, as he falls into step flanking the other man. A soft breath passes over full lips as his head turns, taking one last look at the chaos before turning away from
Dec 22 20:26:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: it with long, easy strides.
Dec 22 20:27:03 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth slams on the gas pedal, sending the car in reverse, and Jeremy MacNeil dragged along by the tendrils of shadow as they back up over the flames. "@rEvening, Primogen, Harpy. How are things for both of you?@D" Kenneth glances up at his mirror, his face still cold and stoic.@W
Dec 22 20:32:55 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Gareth doesn't seem to hear the greeting from the Sheriff, even as he releases another burst of fire into an approaching Anarch. Leannan attempts to right herself, half-managing it and sticking her own machine gun out the window, blind-firing. Kenneth stomps on the gas of the Nova, dragging McNeil along behind him, but something happens. MacNeil, amazingly, snaps an arm and a leg from two of the tentacles, grasping one of them in return, and using it's connection to the hood of the car to stop it in 
Dec 22 20:33:15 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) in place. Tires scream and spin, spitting out heavy gouts of white smoke for several seconds, before the Englishman hits the Anarch in the chest with another burst, knocking him from his feet. MacNeil doesn't drag though, and the Nova zips backwards, mowing over three or four more Anarchs, before peeling into the night streets again. Police sirens are heard.
Dec 22 20:36:39 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rLet me roll up the windows, ese.@D" In this time of stress, Kenneth's oddly placed hispanic accent comes out, and he begins rolling up all tinted windows without further warning, driving the car down a wide alleyway, and away from the scene, to avoid police.@W
Dec 22 20:42:44 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The Englishman rips the sword out of his stomach, growling with pain, and tosses it into the car, before slipping in himself and right onto Leannan's lap, bleeding all over her. The dagger, however, is still in his throat. Rolling up the window, he suggests, "..North Fairfax Avenue. Get there. We'll be safe..".
Dec 22 20:44:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Scowls and reaches up to tap lightly on the hilt of the dagger. "So, will be removing this one as well, Scourge?" Her tone less than pleased but her eyes trailed over him in assessment of his condition. Perhaps hinting at actual concern?
Dec 22 20:48:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "If we demons have offended, just speak now and all is mended..." The same wisdom of the night ignites within the willowy form's eyes, something older than the angelic face suggests. Something darker than an awkward young man neurotically pacing about the city. But as brilliant eyes stare off into the dark with intelligence sparkling within their pale depths, there's the possibility that he, too, is but a victim of the night.
Dec 22 20:48:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Continuing to easily keep pack, the youth's lips purse into a straight line, corners tugging into a dark and knowing grin.
Dec 22 20:48:40 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man remains calm and insanely reserved the entire time, guiding the fairly beat up vehicle with smooth motions. With his right hand he sheathes his machete, and reaches forward to turn up the volume on his radio. The Turkish March begins to play after Kenneth presses a couple buttons, and he leans back comfortably in his seat. "@rWhere to now, Primogen?@D" He asks calmly as he pulls onto North Fairfax.@W
Dec 22 20:50:12 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "...Head south. You'll see a business building named Venture Real Estate..", the Scourge admits, wrinkling up his nose a bit at the sound of the Turkish March, but not speaking in protest of it at all, "..Thanks for the save, too. It was close. I stopped having fun after about ten minutes..".
Dec 22 20:53:08 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth's demeanor does not change in the last bit, and despite his next statement, there is a definite lack of humor in his voice. "@rVenture. Funny.@D" He says, driving the car south, before they finally pull up near the building. "@rNo problem. I'm only sorry that I didn't see that aggressive fellow turn to ashes.@D" This statement in itself is comical, given Kenneth's own aggressive nature.@W
Dec 22 20:57:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Once more entering the place, she would call out to Gareth "Having a go through your chest of many fabrics!" And, assuming no negative was given..she would do just that. Not bothering to disarm. As she was doing thus, however, she would look over her shoulder to offer a smile to the other man. "Sheriff, thank you for the aid."
Dec 22 21:00:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DAfter the Sheriff, Harpy, and Primogen are safely inside the Main Room, Kenneth walks forward, hands slipped casually into the pockets of his trenchcoats. His dark eyes survey the lush room without any particular interest, and his demeanor still does not betray any sign of fatigue or mental wear. "@rYou're very welcome, Miss O'Carolan.@D" He returns the smile, although its rather false on his features, which still remain very business-like and battle-ready. "@rAnd now you see the nature of my earl
Dec 22 21:01:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rAnd now you see the nature of my earlier debate, with that troublesome deputy.@D" He slides one hand out of his trenchcoat pocket, waving it animatedly through the air, as though dispelling the subject. "@rNice place Mr. Winchester has here, don't you agree?@D"
Dec 22 21:04:02 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mhm, indeed. On both points. Pell has a lot of learn and is slow on the uptake." Lifting up one bit of fabric that looked acceptable, she'd set it aside and looks for anything resembling pants with decent amounts of pockets. "After the incident with those rabble, however, I wonder about his security." Her she would shrug and give a little sound of dismissal. "But I suppose he would not have brought us here if it were not safe." At that point she sat down, the stress on her injured leg stinging a bi
Dec 22 21:04:09 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: a bit too muc
Dec 22 21:09:15 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Go for it!", came the call from the Athletics room, in the enchanting voice of the Englishman. After around ten minutes, he enters back into the Main Room, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Despite whatever it was that he did, the white towel still holds several spots of blood. He seems healed though, for the most part, except for hole that was left by the dagger, though it is slowly healing even as he steps back into the scene, "..Someone tipped them off..", he manages.
Dec 22 21:13:14 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth raises an eyebrow as Gareth reenters the room, his dark eyes traveling up and down the man's form, sparing no discretion at his bare chest. The hispanic looks away, still refusing to sit or show any signs of fatigue, and paces the room once or twice. His hands stay in his pockets, and he says "@rCould have been our lovely deputy. Just today I recall him saying 'I'll have my time', and given his unchecked anger and bitter attitude... well..@D" Kenneth shrugs nonchalantly, turning around to 
Dec 22 21:13:24 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Dturning around to face the harpy and primogen.@W
Dec 22 21:13:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes narrowing, the willowy form continues to follow the pair in silence, his footfalls speaking for him. Pausing mid-stride at the entrance, any looks from patrons are met with an icy and piercing glare. Breath being released from slightly flared nostrils, his agitation seems to ebbs and flow at random intervals.
Dec 22 21:16:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Aha!" Her triumph softly murmured as she plucks out something else from the collection. Hearing Kenneth's suggestion, she'd look over and laugh softly with a shake of her head. "He's stupidly loyal. Just a lot of fuff and  fluff and posturing in his threats." However, her words were followed up with a shrug clearly stating that she could always be wrong. Getting to her feet, she would extend her previously injured leg and flex a moment before giving a nod and heading to the bath area to mop off the
Dec 22 21:16:43 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: blood and change.
Dec 22 21:19:25 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: "Yes I frequent Crank often. It is my dancing spot." Her pace staying right on his heels. She looks back at the pale one a she slows up some. "What is your name? If I may ask you that?"
Dec 22 21:25:49 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Pelliden is a liability, rather than the asset that he should be. I haven't killed him yet, because in this place, with the Anarch population so high, we can't afford attrition within our own ranks. He's pushed me several times, though. And twice, I near just took his head off. Had I been around earlier, I might have..", the Englishman admits, grabbing his swordbelt from off of the bed, and putting it on around the towel, "..I'm never..never leaving these behind again..".
Dec 22 21:26:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Arms gradually unwrapping from around his slender form, the youth pauses from time to time, scanning the room with a critical eye. Faces are studied with intense scrutiny, some garnering themselves the same dark glare, while others are given only a begrudging nod. The farther into the club the trio gets, the more sporadic the androgynous form's stoic attitude becomes, fingers scratching his pale arms raw beneath his long sleeves. Finally, one question seems to spark the wrong, or perhaps right, note
Dec 22 21:26:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "What do ya really got down there?"
Dec 22 21:30:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth merely stands there, watching the englishman and woman with his usual stoic expression. "@rPersonally, for those as hard working as you and I, Primogen, I find it an insult that he even exists.@D" Kenneth seems entirely serious, and his face remains devoid of any sympathetic emotion.
Dec 22 21:33:17 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Her gaze still on the pale one, she flares her nostrils at him, and wrinkle her brows. 'What do you mean by that? Before he can answer she turns to Christian. "Tequila shots please."
Dec 22 21:37:25 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth merely stands there, watching the englishman and woman with his usual stoic expression. "@rPersonally, for those as hard working as you and I, Primogen, I find it an insult that he even exists.@D" Kenneth seems entirely serious, and his face remains devoid of any sympathetic emotion.@W
Dec 22 21:42:21 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..He is. He exists. He pisses people off. I can fix all three of those problems..", Gareth admits, casting an emerald wink at the woman as she cleans herself up with the wet towel. At the bar, he pulls out a bottle of gin, as well as a carton of juice, and begins mixing.
Dec 22 21:47:14 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe well-dressed hispanic leaves the subject as it is, as well, although he casts the harpy a rather analytical look, as though suspicious. The look only lasts a moment, and he speaks in his clear, reserved voice "@rDo you happen to have anybody locked away that I can feed from, Mr. Winchester? I'm famished.@D"@W
Dec 22 21:50:18 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Ruining outfits is becoming a tedious habit..." she muttered to herself as she peeled out of the blood-slick materials. Rolling her eyes in a good natured manner in answer to Gareth's wink, she didn't pay Kenneth's assessment any mind. However, at his comment she would purse her lips and nod in agreement. "Oh, that would be lovely..."
Dec 22 21:53:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A few quick, swift strides carry the willowy form over to the person asking the question. His hand cease the motion for a moment, before moving casually upwards to gently stroke his neck and collarbone, moving slowly downwards so that deft fingers can toy with the lacings of his bodice in an almost coy manner. His head tilting upwards to look the figure in the eyes, he softly questions, "What do you want me to be?" A brow raising in the same, toying manner, his eyelids lower almost sweetly, awaiting
Dec 22 21:53:05 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I only keep my ghouls, and they're not for feeding upon. If you want blood, it's cold, but fresh. It's not delicious. In fact, it's kept for emergencies..", Gareth admits, disappearing behind the bar for a moment, and from view, before popping back up. Two blood bags are tossed over the bar and onto the black carpet, plopping there, "..Beggars can't be choosers..", he explains, before looking back to Leannan, "..Also. Get used to it. I believe that things are going to become quite a bit more diff
Dec 22 21:53:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: awaiting the answer in a rather demure way.
Dec 22 21:53:19 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) difficult from here on. With no Elysium.".
Dec 22 22:02:28 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth simply stares at the blood packets thrown on the floor, before looking back up at nothing in particular. With a casual pace, he scoops up the blood packets, walking towards the bartop and setting them there delicately. He looks up at Gareth, nodding, before turning to leave. "@rNeed to have some work done on my car. I'll talk to you both tomorrow.@D"@W
Dec 22 22:04:31 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Bye bye now, Sheriff!" She chirped, her bare back towards them she would wave over her shoulder. "Thank you again for the timely rescue!" Her voice held ever note of proper sincerity. Flicking the taps on after that, she'd rinse out the cloth and resume grooming.
Dec 22 22:06:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Upon receiving a rather positive response from the man, the willowy youth gets closer, narrow hips swaying softly with each move. Lith arms reach up to drape around the man's neck in a seductive manner, eyes locking in their contact. Seeming almost to lean in for a passionate kiss, one leg raises upwards. Quick as lightening, one tones knee makes clean contact with the man's crotch, obvious force in the movement. 
Dec 22 22:06:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: As the man yelps in pain and all but falls to the ground wincing, the youth looks on, a sadistic look gracing his angelic features, capped off by an overly sweet smile.
Dec 22 22:09:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Have a good evening, Sheriff. Keep in touch..", the Ventrue suggests, offering a dip of his head in way of farewell, "..And be careful. Most of them saw your car. I wouldn't wish for something unfortunate to happen while I'm not around..". He takes one of the bloodbags, ripping the top open, and squeezes it out into a crystal glass.
Dec 22 22:11:54 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Shortly after the other's exit, her phone would ring. Patting the pockets of her discarded attire, she would answer it with a bit of annoyance while still trying to clean herself up.
Dec 22 22:13:35 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Turning to look to Gareth, not caring if he..once more..saw her naked. "Gareth, guess who." Wiggling the phone though holding her hand over the mouth piece. "Wants to know where we are."
Dec 22 22:15:11 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Tell him you're in Heaven at the moment, about to be in the arms of an elegant angel with wicked intentions..", Gareth admits, holding up the glass in offer to her, which is filled with a mixture of blood and vodka now, and iced, "..Or tell him that we're here, and that he can come over, if he promises to hold his tongue and not blow the place up..".
Dec 22 22:17:14 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Gives him a flat stare, lifts one hand with index and middle fingers extended, pushes them apart and sticks her tongue between them. Snickering softly, she winked to the lusty Scourge before speaking into the phone once more.
Dec 22 22:20:58 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you..", Gareth admits, pressing his full lips into a thin, charming smirk, before shaking his head, "..Drink this up and get dressed before Pelliden arrives. Or he'll have a fit, and I'll have to kill him..".
Dec 22 22:22:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Looking at the form now at his feet, the youth glares at him darkly, reaching one arm down and grabbing the man by the hair, fingers wrapping in the muddy-brown mane. Pulling the body upwards, lips press almost tenderly against an ear whispering something that seems to disturb the man. As a finish, he bites down hard on the man's earlobe, drawing a small amount of blood. A pink tongue darts out to lap at the fluid, then drops the man mercilessly, pushing him back into the crowd. 
Dec 22 22:22:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cold, hard eyes look up now as pale palms rub against denim-clad thighs. A small nod is give before the willowy form  walks casually back towards the pair.
Dec 22 22:23:05 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Maybe I would, who knows. I'm a cocktease, after all. Remember?" That said, she'd just quickly rinse off and dry herself before changing and removing everything of import from her former clothing. Crossing to him, she'd move quickly to press up against the Englishman and steal a kiss before moving away and plucking up one of the bags. "You might want a shirt.."
Dec 22 22:28:07 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The Englishman accepts the kiss, allowing a wicked grin to curve over his lips, before stating, "..If Pelliden cannot accept that I am in a towel, in my own house, then he and I are going to have a problem or ten. That is just...how it is..", he explains, beginning to mix up a second drink.
Dec 22 22:29:08 :: (GC) Endymion forced Nahi to invis
Dec 22 22:29:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mhm...clearly." Nodding a bit as she took a seat at the bar and looked at the bag for a bit before sticking her tongue out and making a face. "Beggars and all..." That being said she bit directly, though carefully, into it so as to not bother dirtying a glass.
Dec 22 22:30:19 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: What has gone before: Pell steps out of the black car that had picked him up, and as it drives away, he wipes blood away from the bullet graze before heading inside, stuffing the kerchief in his pocket.
Dec 22 22:31:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Pausing a few steps from the couple, the willowy youth gives them a bit of personal space, though remains close enough to be seen, and if needed, heard. At the same time, though, his gaze once more pans the crowd, though with an almost satisfied gaze now, rather than the irate and antsy mannerisms that dictated his behavior upon entering the club.
Dec 22 22:32:14 :: (GC) Endymion forced Nahi to noooc
Dec 22 22:36:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The Englishman watches the woman rip into the bag, and wrinkles up his nose, "..What a savage..", that murmured before he takes a sip from the dark liquid in his small glass, "..Are you sure that you don't want..an actual drink? That stuff is horrid when it is cold..".
Dec 22 22:37:56 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Gagging a bit, she held up a finger for pause while the she forced herself to finish it before dropping the spent casing and making another disgusted face. "Ugh...! Yes, sweet Mother Mary, please! Surprise me as to what." She rolled her tongue a few times as though she could shake off the taste. "Like drinking from a damn still well..."
Dec 22 22:43:24 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You're safe, I see..", Gareth admits, taking the other bloodbag and forcing some of the liquid out of it, which he then blunts a bit with a splash of Vodka, and cranberry juice, giving it a bit of a swirl, and pushing it across the bar to the woman, "..That should kill the chill a bit, I'd think. Or at least, the taste..".
Dec 22 22:45:03 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Thank you," She'd say with a sour face. Quickly taking the drink, she'd drink down a good portion of it before giving a sigh of relief. "Oh, yes...that helps quite a bit." Her palette sated, she looked over to Pell and patted the seat next to herself at the bar. "Recovering."
Dec 22 22:46:33 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I've been better. There's no worse reminder that you're needed in an area, like having a sword shoved through the gut, and a dagger shoved in the throat. I'm glad he was gentle about it all, though..", Gareth admits, allowing a grimace to touch at his full lips. After just a second though, he adds, "..Also. Bombs were made to explode. They did the job. Things would have been worse without them, I think..".
Dec 22 22:50:11 :: (GC) Seth rposed: The door to the club swings open with the lazy push of a pale hand, the meaty fingers holding the portal open as a large man steps into the opening and then through it. The overhead lighting reflects faintly off his cleanly shaven head and the metal studs on his jacket, and he squints in the glare for a moment. His vision adjusting to the alternatingly dim and bright lighting, he begins to move through the crowds towards the bar, his expression slightly sour.
Dec 22 22:50:44 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: @BA@bll requests for housing/shops/areas/anything builder associated, will not be sent to@D:@B CoABuilder@@gmail.com@n
Dec 22 22:50:59 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Now*
Dec 22 22:51:11 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: There was a reason why she was drinking though, and her attire had changed. Though still in pants and a top...it was a completely different set. Her other clothing was in the bath area along with bloody towels. For now though, she looked perfectly fine. If a bit surrounded by weaponry. She'd turn a bit and lean against Pelliden as she slowly sipped at her drink this time.
Dec 22 22:52:45 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: "I can do anything on anything.", giving a wink to Christian. She throws her head back and laughs out. Turning to look at the person walking through the door. Casually turning back to Christian smiling at him. "What do you do for a living?"
Dec 22 22:55:39 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..We'll be taking the fight to them. At the moment, though, we're in no position to do as such. The Nosferatu have been kind enough to agree to offer us safe passage through the undertown, until we can get a new Elysium in order. All vampires are going to be interrogated. Someone tipped the Anarchs off. I'm going to find out who it is. And then we find those out, we can take the fight to them..", the Ventrue admits, sipping from his own glass of blood and vodka and cranberry.
Dec 22 22:58:42 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I blame that French poof," Even though her player never knew the proper spelling for that word! Tilting her head back a bit, she'd lay a kiss against Pelliden's jawline before finishing off the glass and setting it back on the counter.
Dec 22 22:59:10 :: (GC) Seth rposed: The slightly thuggish looking man pauses as he passes the two in the booth, something overheard peaking his interest as the long haired biker speaks. He tilts his head slightly, glancing at the man as a faint smirk worms it's way across his thin pink lips. "Don' mean to int'rupt, but you said yur into bikes?" he inquires quietly, raising a hand to slick back his nonexistant hair as his eyes move over the man's companion for a moment.
Dec 22 23:03:37 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I doubt it was him. The Anarch population would have tore him down faster than us. And would have had little reason to believe him. I blame Jeremy MacNeil. He's smart, and he has a cause, howsoever false that such a cause might be. He's dangerous, and he's going to be the target that needs removed..", the Ventrue explains.
Dec 22 23:06:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes seeming both pale and brilliant in the dim yet flaring light, a willowy, androgynous form gives the couple a little more distance with a few casual strides, blond bangs falling over youthful, angelic faces. Each movement made is casual, though there's a certain hint of power about the slender form. Nimble fingers flex gracefully, almost in anticipation, and knuckles crack softly from the motion.
Dec 22 23:06:20 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I don't know him, but I'm not that surprised about that." She'd say. She was still a bit hungry, but she ignored it for the most part as she chose to snuggles back against Pelliden.
Dec 22 23:06:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Wide, thin shoulders remain tense though, eyes narrowing in suspicion from time to time. After a few more steps are taken, it becomes clear that the youth is walking not in a straight line, but an ever increasing spiral.
Dec 22 23:10:43 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Jeremy MacNeil was a mercenary in life. He did some work for the IRA. For the United States. For the BRA, and even for the RCMP..", the Ventrue explains, taking an emptied glass and setting it into the sink, "..In death, he is an Anarch. In fact, he is /the/ Anarch. The man who shoved a sword and a dagger through me tonight. And the man who lead an army against every Prince and Primogen in California, killing them all, and claiming the state Anarch Free..".
Dec 22 23:17:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Spiral expanding still, the youthful figure's strange pattern carries the willowy form over to the bar, only to discover that the object is, in fact, directly in the chosen path. Blinking once, the neutral expression gracing finely-drawn features covers any hints of annoyance within the brilliant cerulean stare. The fiery lighting reflects off of porcelain skin, making the slender angel into a demon.
Dec 22 23:18:57 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Clean and oil them to content of the heart..", Gareth admits, just chuckling a bit at Pelliden's reaction, "..I don't think that you could take him, Pelliden. It's not that I have no faith. It's just that..he almost took me, this evening. It was close. He's not a child, and he's not a Neonate. He has more training that I've ever thought of, and I've been around for close to one-thousand years. That's three-hundred and sixty-five thousand days. It's a long time..".
Dec 22 23:27:35 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Wordlessly, she'd poke and peek through cabinets til she'd collected the items she was after. That done, she'd move everything to the far end of the bar and begin her work, taking her time at it to be fairly meticulous. She wasn't in anyway upset..she had just decided to let the boys talk business while doing something other than sit and listen in.
Dec 22 23:29:16 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A sense of quiet confidence surrounds the smaller form, gaze immediately turning to the thuggish biker. Eyes sweep up and down the form in an appraising manner, pausing from time to time to study a particular intricacy. Lithe arms casually curl against the androgynous torso, elbows smoothly resting against the gentle dip in the youth's waist.
Dec 22 23:29:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nimble fingers gently run along the skin of a defined collarbone, short nails softly scraping at the pale flesh.
Dec 22 23:31:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..He doesn't drive a car. He's a veritable ghost. I've got the Nosferatu searching for him. We should have his haven, in time. Though, from what I hear, he changes them every evening. He's not stupid, and he keeps a low profile..", the Ventrue explains, setting another emptied glass in the sink, "..Until tonight, that is. I didn't expect it. We'll be prepared next time, though..".
Dec 22 23:38:33 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: At that, she'd mutter about the poor quality of the weapons she was working on. Not, per se, that anything was wrong with them...just that she'd have preferred a few more options for the choosing. Pausing, she'd quickly pull her hair back and tie it up. "Take your pick of these for now, I guess...less the Scourge has a cache here, somewhere?" She had four machine guns, four pistols and a shotgun.
Dec 22 23:41:24 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You should toss those machine guns and pistols out. Cheap. Weren't meant for anything more than a single use. The shotgun is good, though. I brought those in, myself..", the Englishman suggests, waggling a finger at the woman at the end of the bar. With his other hand, he lifts a sawed-off shotgun from beneath the bar, levelling it at Pelliden, stomach-level, "..This'll work. I have a ton. Keep it close. Don't get caught with it..", he admits, twisting the barrel to the side and laying it on the 
Dec 22 23:41:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) bar in front of the Brujah.
Dec 22 23:43:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Petal-pink lips part as though to speak, then close, a soft breath of air flowing over them. One pale brow is raised slightly, though the detached expression upon the youth's face never changes. However, a vaguely annoyed look drifts through the youth's eyes, only to be replaces by a somewhat mischievous shine. Long fingers continue to gently stroke alabaster skin, one hand traveling downwards slightly to toy with the lacings of the bodice, the white material receiving a visibly gentle touch. 
Dec 22 23:46:01 :: (GC) Seth rposed: Leaning forward slightly, the man crosses his arms and peers into the youth's clear, blue eyes, his brow furrowing for a moment. "What, you don't talk missy?" he says with a faint frown, one eyebrow perking as he examines it's expression. "Did I say somethin' bad... or somethin'?"
Dec 22 23:47:37 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Only with me," She'd say through the wire brush held in her teeth. Setting aside one of the finished pistols, she'd look up at Gareth and drop the brush to her hand before saying, "I'm not a fan of wasting resources until a better supply is in hand, mm?"
Dec 22 23:50:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes looking down slightly, a smile tugs on the corners of the youth's mouth, head shaking slightly. Blond ringlets obscuring the youth's face, the other hand tracing the collar bone reaches up gently to push away the golden curls. "No.", is spoken in a quiet voice, tone soft and demure. "I'm just not a girl." A darkness passes through the youth's eyes as the, fairly, masculine voice rings out, still quiet, but holding a velvety tone.
Dec 22 23:51:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Leaning in closer to the much larger figure, he softly adds, "Still interested, buddy?" Head tilting to the side now, the youth continues to watch the man, awaiting a response.
Dec 22 23:55:56 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I'm not a fan of having a gun explode in my face, when I'm in need of it. Suit yourself though..", the Ventrue admits, rolling his shoulders into a light shrug, before turning his attention back to Pelliden, "..There's a coat in the armoire. A few of them. Have a pick. My driver can take you back and forth, until a vehicle is found. As for a home, all in due time. My resources are thin, as it is. Stretched in funding this ongoing geurilla war. There's been a lot that none but Gabe, the Nosferatu,
Dec 22 23:56:05 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) and I have seen..".
Dec 22 23:58:50 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Makes a face at Gareth and says in a fairly off-handed manner, "Point me to some people and I'll buy new ones. I'm not broke myself, you know." Scowling at the weapons before her, she knew they were crap. Sighing, she'd lean her elbows on the counter a moment and look over to Pelliden. "How's your stealth, dear heart? You're still a highly wanted man."
Dec 23 00:05:01 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You're not asking me for them. I'm offering. And the reason that you've not been put at the forefront of the happening in this war, is that the Nosferatu have been given no reason to trust in you, for the moment. Gabriel and I have done as much, and so we command their respect. No other vampires in this city do, though. At least, for the moment. And we need them to trust us. The Nosferatu are invaluable. Strong, smart, and unseen. We couldn't afford to offend or lose them..", the Englishman admit
Dec 23 00:05:11 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) admits, matter-of-fact.
Dec 23 00:05:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The glare darkens once more, the youth's delicate jaw line clenching visibly. "I was born like this.", is added in the same velvety tone, a pink tongue running over starkly white teeth. The hand holding the golden curls at bay moves to delicately tuck under his narrow chin, fingers still lightly stroking pale flesh. "Any more questions?" Eyes casually roaming the club, the youth adds softly, "Did you know, they remove the vocal chords of dogs who yap too much?"
Dec 23 00:07:54 :: (GC) Carl rposed: The sound of Rolling thunder can be heard from the outside, the noise is accompanied by laughter and hollering, it gets closser and closer towards the bar. 3 men enter the bar and take a look around, all three of them are grinning fromearto ear as they take in the atmosphere. "Now why the fuck cant New orleans been like this.." The apparent leader exclaims with joy as they head towards the bar. "Barkeep your cheapest whiskey for my two fucken friends please..!'
Dec 23 00:11:25 :: (GC) Seth rposed: versatile anyways."
Dec 23 00:12:13 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Lightly bumps Pelliden with her hip and offers him a smile as she points to one of the machine guns that had been cleaned as well. "Take that one too if you like. Better to be over prepared rather than under, hmm?" Then she'd look back to Gareth with an arched brow for a moment before shrugging and going back to work. "If either of you have contacts, I've a list to draw up of items I'd like."
Dec 23 00:12:28 :: (GC) Jack rposed: Smilin' Jack stands up a bit, looking at the new people who came into the pool hall. A slight grin curves across his withered lips, before he slouches back down and lines up his cue with the ball, shooting smoothly. Straightening up again, he picks up a cigarette from off of the edge of the pooltable, and takes a drag off of it.
Dec 23 00:13:21 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..The whole city, at this point. We know of a few buildings where they gather. However, striking at just those in not an option. For rabble, in the past, the Anarch population has shown a remarkable ability to pull together and become a terrible fighting machine, when pressed. If we are going to strike at them, it will be all or nothing, or we will be leaving this state, lest we become like those that came before us..", Gareth explains, moving from around the bar, and walking over to the armoire, w
Dec 23 00:13:35 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) where he pulls out a black shirt and slips it on, over his bare torso.
Dec 23 00:16:22 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: She wound it to be exactly like human war....but she'd keep that to herself. Never argue such thing with military men, after all. It led to headache.
Dec 23 00:21:33 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Like I said. We have to strike at all of them, or none of them. Or we'll not fare well. I'm soon going to be taking a bit of a trip to surrounding states, and gathering up forces. Gabriel, soon, is going to be blowing the dust off of a Dark Ages court position known as the Warmaster. I'll be taking it. And we'll be putting an end to this..".
Dec 23 00:24:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Have you ever heard the expression, 'men are dogs...?" Voice trailing off, a pale brow is once more raised in a questioning manner, though the youth's features still maintain their neutral expression. Upon hearing the new voice, cerulean eyes shift their gaze immediately, returning the bow with a polite nod if his head. "Nothing to worry about Good Sir.", is replied in the same language. Returning to English, the youth's elegant neck turns once more to the biker, continuing in a slightly more femin
Dec 23 00:24:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: slightly more feminine tone, "What is a body in the end? Does it truly change with knowledge?"
Dec 23 00:24:33 :: (GC) Jack rposed: "..Keep it down, bub..", Jack admits, in his rough, almost hoarse voice, "..I'm jus' Jack. And I'm jus' here to play some pool. Don't know what yer gettin' at..", he suggests, setting down his cigarette again, and leaning in to swipe at another ball on the pool table.
Dec 23 00:27:14 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "The enemy of my enemy is my competition," She'd quote without looking up.
Dec 23 00:27:57 :: (GC) Seth rposed: towards the exit.
Dec 23 00:28:35 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..There's not enough Sabbat in this place, to strike. I've checked it out. Autarkis are the concern, not Sabbat. All of them that are here, are scouts. They're having about as much of a problem as we are, to be sure. That doesn't mean they have my sympathy, though..", Gareth admits, grabbing a pair of pants from the armoire now, and slipping into them under the towel, much like a girl might do.
Dec 23 00:31:33 :: (GC) Jack rposed: "..Aye. Orrin Cross. Remember'm. Kid had some heart ta him. Shoulda stayed..", Jack admits, taking a third shot, but scratching this time. With that, he tosses the cue onto the table, and rests on the edge of it, "..What c'n I do for ya, boyo?", he asks, raising a hand to stroke at his scraggled, untrimmed beard.
Dec 23 00:35:14 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I don't study high war, I've got no honor." Her comment was light and glib and she smiled along with it. "I sneak in, confuse people, lift what I desire and slink out." Snapping her fingers, she'd add, "I'm magic!"
Dec 23 00:39:02 :: (GC) Jack rposed: Ever the Anarchist, and sower of Chaos, Smilin' Jack picks up his cigarette, takes another long drag off of it, and blows the smoke straight out, all the while eyeballing Carl. After a moment of silence, he states, "..Fuckin' sold out, did I? Ya know. I don't remember seein' ya at tha takin' of Elysium, tonight. An' come ta think 'o it, I don't remember seein' Orrin' there, either. Ye come and fight next ta' me, and then say I'm sold out. I'll proll'y jus' tear yer heart out. But ye'll get respect '
Dec 23 00:39:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Leaving so soon then? After all you don't know something is bad unless you try it." Turning around with one swift movement, the youth looks at the flee biker with an almost sultry look in his brilliant eyes. Arms resting casually by curving sides, deft fingers once more begin to trace his slender form seductively, full lips forming a lush pout. "Really..." Eyelids lower coyly as twin fans of long, curling lashes cast spidery shadows upon pale, rounded cheeks. 
Dec 23 00:39:12 :: (GC) Jack rposed: (Cont.) 'afore I do..".
Dec 23 00:39:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: In Latin, the youth adds, "You should Good Sir. This would be even more amusing."
Dec 23 00:41:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Ignoring the banter of the woman at the end of the bar, the Ventrue explains, "..Autarkis are Anarchs. In my time, we called 'em Autarkis. Rabble that didn't take to the Laws and Decree of the Court. There was not Camarilla, and no Sabbat then. I worked in the Sea of Shadows, for the Lasombra..".
Dec 23 00:44:31 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Finishing her work, she'd clean her hands off and slink around behind Pell to wrap her arms about his waist and leans her head on his shoulder so as to interrupt his conversation as minimally as possible.
Dec 23 00:48:59 :: (GC) Jack rposed: Smiling Jack picks up the pool cue again, slamming it down against the table and breaking off the front end, leaving him with a sharpened, rather dangerous looking weapon. Resting it in his lap, a wolfish smile spreads over the face of the former pirate, "..I din't ask no one ta come. I attack'd, and they follow'd, ye get me? I din't 'ave ta invite no one..", and pushing a thumb over his shoulder, at the ten ruffians gathered, he adds, "..These men'r Anarchs ta tha heart. Ya do what ya wanna do, Lun
Dec 23 00:49:17 :: (GC) Jack rposed: (Cont.) Lunatic. But ye come 'roun me lookin' fer trouble, and I'll give it to ye..".
Dec 23 00:51:01 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I'm not sure. She's not been heard from in a long time. The Nosferatu claim to no longer have her. And I don't question them past the initial answer. So if she's around still, she's doing a damn good job of hiding..", Gareth admits.
Dec 23 00:57:43 :: (GC) Jack rposed: "..I'm blamin' you for comin' in 'ere and callin' me a sellout in front 'o me boys, after we're celebratin' another Elsyium taken' down..", Smiling Jack points out, lifting the broken cue from his lap in just the slightest, and giving it a little wave through the air, before settling it again, "..As fer yer Lunatics. I don' care wot ye do. Yer Anarchs, then ye'll do wot ye need ta do. Yer not, then ye'll still do wha' ye need ta do. Either way, ye'r doin' better not get in tha way 'o my doin'. 'Caus
Dec 23 00:57:58 :: (GC) Jack rposed: (Cont.) 'Cause I've got a lot 'o doin' ta do.".
Dec 23 01:01:38 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..She probably played you for a fool, Pelliden. She was a Lasombra. You trust them as far as you can throw them. Actually, you trust them as far as you can throw them, and then take ten feet off of that. Lasombra were built for manipulation. It is their forte..", the Ventrue explains, chuckling a bit and shaking his heard, "..Just as the Ravnos were..".
Dec 23 01:01:56 :: (GC) Carl rposed: but the wine drinkers can fucken wait, I want the fanatics, that a problem with you big boss?"
Dec 23 01:05:00 :: (GC) Jack rposed: Smiling Jack grins a bit, and the expression is unsettling, but still oddly charismatic, "..Ya can fin' some, then ya can do what ya' wan' with 'em. Ain't been but a few aroun' since we kicked their ass in tha Siege 'o Los Angeles. I ain' seen none 'o them cockroaches skitterin' aroun' since, really. So ye be mah gues' Lunatic. Ye kill any 'o them, though, ye come and let ole' Jack know. Jus' ole Jack..".
Dec 23 01:12:01 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I talked to the Nosferatu about her, just the once, when they still claimed to have her. She was smarter than most thought..", Gareth admits, reaching down and picking up the towel, which he rolls into a ball and tosses into the shower. He then begins to walk around and pick up bloodied clothing, doing the same with it.
Dec 23 01:14:48 :: (GC) Jack rposed: "..Yer talkin' with' 'em, then yer wastin' yer time, Lunatic. Camarilla do a lot 'o talkin'. That's why I jus' kill 'em. Ye let em' talk long 'o nuff, and they'll be gettin' in yer head. Fuckin' Ventrue and their fuckin' mind games..", Smiling Jack states, still not releasing his grip upon the homemade stake that he holds in his balled fist, "..Sa aye. Ye' talk to 'em. Ye waste yer time. Which I don' care 'bout, s'long as ye ain't wastin' mine..".
Dec 23 01:21:58 :: (GC) Jack rposed: "..There ain't gonn' be no fuckin' wine drinkers, soon 'nuff, lad. After blowin' the fuck out 'o their home ta'night, they ain' got much runnin' place left. Dogs on tha end 'o their chain, Lunatic..", Smiling Jack admits, shaking his head, and reaching up to stroke his scruff again, "..Yer lookin' ta fight. But ye ain' no Anarch. And we Anarch's take care o' tha place. We killed tha Sabbat. We killed tha Camarilla. We do the killin'. Yer gonna end up wit' the scraps..".
Dec 23 01:21:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Almost manic laughter spills from the youth's lips, eyes holding a dark and flinty edge to them. Slipping the unbuttoned cuffs of his shirt over his pale hands, the material keeps flesh from having to touch the surface of the bar itself. With a simple twitch of his forearms, the willowy form stands up, squaring his shoulders with a vague sense of pride. Taking a few long strides, the crowd partially parts as the Tzimisce Inquisitor passes through them, seeming to revel in the looks of Cainites and K
Dec 23 01:22:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: and Kine alike. Fangs glint for a single moment as his tongue runs over them before his thin shoulder pushes the doors open, letting in the night air. Silently, the youth walks out into the darkness.
Dec 23 01:24:57 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: A buzzing sound comes from a small, red light that sits above the bar, and as it goes off, Gareth sits on the edge of the bed and slips into a pair of snakeskin boots, before pushing to his feet and walking over to the bar. He snags the sawed-off shotgun from the bartop, "..Sit tight. I'm checking on something..", and with that, he walks over to the elevator, sliding the keycard through the slot and calling the thing. The sawed off is cocked.
Dec 23 01:26:54 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Watching him move, she half hoped he'd get eaten by something out there. But then she realized that meant she'd e stuck here with something big bad outside.... Wrinkling her nose up a but, she'd tighten her hold around Pelliden for a moment.
Dec 23 01:28:32 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You sit tight. Nothing is getting in. And I've got a guard up there..", the Ventrue admits, stepping into the elevator. When the golden doors close, he slips out of view, and the faint hum of machinery takes over.
Dec 23 01:36:24 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: That settled, she'd spin Pelliden around and move her arms to link around his neck instead. "Interesting night, no?" Despite having been shot a few times she seemed fairly cheery.
Dec 23 01:38:08 :: (GC) Jack rposed: "..Yer a Lunatic. An' I don' pretend ta care what a Lunatic is. I jus' know that a Lunatic ain' no fuckin' Anarchist. We're Autarkis, hoss. Anarchis' don' talk to no fuckin' Camarilla. Yer 'ere talkin' bout me turnin' ye inta some fuckin' lapdog. Ye soun' more like ye need ta be over't other end  'o town, talkin' ta MacNeil. He's yer cat. I'm jus' here ta sow Chaos, bub..".
Dec 23 01:41:18 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: An old black man comes out of the Athletics Room, wearing a nightcap and a gown, and scratching himself. He doesn't seem to notice, or care about, the people that are in the room. He meanders around the bar, grabbing a bottle of Yukon Jack, and pours a glass. With a long, hard-breathed yawn, he downs the liquor, not even flinching at the bite and warmth of the drink.
Dec 23 01:42:41 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: His reply forestalled by the entrance of the black man, he blinks in mild suprise. " C'n I help ya, sir?"
Dec 23 01:44:01 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Looking up and over at the man, she absently wondered if Gareth had phoned up to assign them a chaperone. Shaking her head, she'd ignore the man and take advantage of Pell's distraction to lean down and nips along his shoulder.
Dec 23 01:45:28 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Naw, Hoss. C'n I 'elp you?", he asks, lifting an old, wrinkled and black hand, and tipping his nightcap in the direction of the pair. Before a response can be given though, he drains the rest of the golden liquor from the bottom of the glass, and drops it on the floor where it shatters. In a voice that would match his hands, he mutters, "..Fuckin' cracker. Can clean up my shit fer once..", before slipping his feet into a pair of fine, black slippers that obviously aren't his, due to the G.W embroi
Dec 23 01:45:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) G.W embroidered into them, and then begins to shuffle around the bar again.
Dec 23 01:48:48 :: (GC) Jack rposed: Smilin' Jack reaches out and takes the hand of the big man, shaking it with a bit of vigor, before releasing and using the same hand to pick up his cigarette and have the last drag off of it, "..Aye. Now I got some pool ta' be finishin', Lunatic. Ye go ou' there and do whatever them Lunatic'sr doin'..".
Dec 23 01:53:49 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..'Ey! Ye go'n fuck yerself, crackah. Pappi c'n com' an' go s'he damn well pleases. Ye clean up his shit fer a hunnerd years. Tha's three-thousan' six-hunner' and fifteh days. Then ye can give me s'm ordahs, eh Hoss?", and flipping Pelliden the bird, Pappi turns to Leannan and nods his head, "..Naw, miss. Pappi jus' got a bit 'o tha' thirst s'all..", and with his stolen slippers, and an expensive towel that he steals as well, he shuffles back into the Athletics room.
Dec 23 01:55:22 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: His newly- reclaimed left hand twitches. Ooh-hoo-hoo, if it wasn't a hate crime... "It was a suggestion, asshole. I was bein' -nice-."
Dec 23 01:57:34 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Despite Pelliden's arguing, she'd lift a hand and wiggle her fingers in a wave to the gent. "Night Pappi!" She'd chirp, actually liking the guy and respecting him quite a bit for being able to put up with Gareth for a full decade.
Dec 23 02:13:10 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Arches a brow and asks in a fairly mild tone, "Should it be someone else?" Slowly pulling away while maintaining that pointedly questioning look.
Dec 23 02:15:14 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Well!" Pausing to ponder it a moment while toying with his hair she would shrug lightly. "You're easy to get coiled up, I suppose. Perhaps the universe it teaching you a lesson in patience and temperance."
Dec 23 02:22:28 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The loud KABOOM of a shotgun echoes down the emptied shaft of the elevator, along with an English cackling, and a "This is my BOOMSTICK, CHAP.".
Dec 23 02:24:25 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Twitching at that she'd mutter, "Great..I think he just ruined Army of Darkness for me with his damn Englishness." Shaking her head, she would console herself but stealing yet another kiss from Pelliden before spinning away and slinking over to sit on the edge of Gareth's bed..snagging her shotgun and one of the mac's off the counter first.
Dec 23 02:26:58 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The faint hum of a starting elevator is heard again, and the 'ding...ding...ding' of it coming down is also noted. It's rather ominous.
Dec 23 02:28:37 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: Snkt. He breaks the sword loose from its scabbard.
Dec 23 02:32:02 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The doors of the elevator open, and Gareth Winchester steps through them, shotgun in one hand, nothing in the other, and trailing drifting wisps of black ash behind him, along with a muttering, "..I ruin more damned clothing in this city..than I've ever even owned..". He doesn't even stop to take note of the ambush, but just makes his way over to the bar.
Dec 23 02:33:30 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: And with that, she shrugged and kicked her shoes off before sliding around to lay on her stomach on the bed, feet kicking in the air behind her. "Didn't I say something like that earlier? And didn't you tell me to get used to it?"
Dec 23 02:37:53 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I'm used to it. Doesn't mean I have to like it. At this rate, I'm going to have to wash something. And then things are going to take a turn for the worse..", Gareth admits, kicking his snakeskin boots off next to the elevator, and tossing the shotgun onto a sofa as he passes, "..No trouble inside. Anarchs are roaming the streets, though. It's not safe out there. You two are spending the night. I hope the floor is fine. I doubt that three of us would get along well in bed..".
Dec 23 02:39:37 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I claim the bar!" Lifting the shotgun to emphasize her point and laughing softly as she rolled onto her back to watch the both of them upside down. "You need more furniture in here."
Dec 23 02:42:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I really don't. This house is not meant for sleeping over, and parties. If this were any other situation, neither of you would ever have been let in. However, members of the Camarilla appear to have a noticeable and disturbing lack of hou--..", Gareth begins with, before pausing as he is interrupted by the sound of crushing glass. His foot is lifted, and he examines the shards that stick out, before levelling a glare at the pair.
Dec 23 02:43:26 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Upnods in the direction of the athletics room...but she doesn't say anything out loud.
Dec 23 02:46:37 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: With a bit of a flat tone, and a look to match, Gareth pulls a shard of bloodied glass out of his foot, tossing it into the sink, "..Right. I'm sure the butler came in here, and broke a glass on the floor. Perhaps it was the guard. Both of them have a noted vendetta against my barware..", this all managed in one of those Ventrue moments. The other shard of glass is pulled out and tossed as well.
Dec 23 02:49:45 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Stifling a laugh with some effort, she'd nod instead and stare up at the Ventrue. "Well, Pappi did seem a bit surly." She'd muse softly as though speaking to herself. Shrugging a bit she'd shift slightly to look at Pelliden now. "It's not just you this time, he's blaming me too."
Dec 23 02:53:11 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Pappi..", Gareth speaks, softly, but through teeth that clench. Just the notion is enough for him to put his foot back down on the ground and walk on it, despite the remaining, smaller pieces of glass that grind deeper in, "..One night, I'm going to kill that nigger. Kill him. Skin him. And show up to Court in my nigger-leather jacket..", he admits, and then adds almost as an after-thought, "..And somehow, even as a jacket, he will still somehow manage to irritate me..". Gareth flops down on the 
Dec 23 02:53:22 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) bed, but doesn't fall back.
Dec 23 03:01:42 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Pappi..", Gareth speaks, softly, but through teeth that clench. Just the notion is enough for him to put his foot back down on the ground and walk on it, despite the remaining, smaller pieces of glass that grind deeper in, "..One night, I'm going to kill that nigger. Kill him. Skin him. And show up to Court in my nigger-leather jacket..", he admits, and then adds almost as an after-thought, "..And somehow, even as a jacket, he will still somehow manage to irritate me..". Gareth flops down on the 
Dec 23 03:01:43 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) bed, but doesn't fall back.
Dec 23 03:04:14 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Reaching out at what looked like quite an awkward angle, she'd poke Gareth's leg and ask, "Did you get all the glass out? Glass isn't fun...as I found out last night." Wrinkling her nose a bit.
Dec 23 03:04:58 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You'd be racist too if you put up with his shit for one hundred years. One hundred. Three-thousand, six-hundred, and fifty days. I've been paying him for that long, and he still hasn't managed to clean up a single thing. Ever..", the English admits, leaning the side of his head against one of the four posts of the massive bed, "..Nope. Still some in there, I'm sure.".
Dec 23 03:08:06 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Shooting Pelliden a look, she'd reach out again and tug at Gareth's pant leg indicating he should lift his foot so she could see it. Once more rolling onto her stomach as she did so she'd drum her fingers on the mattress lightl as she waited.
Dec 23 03:09:51 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Lifting his leg up and putting his bleeding foot on the bed, Gareth would look over to Pelliden, "..Numerics? I don't know what you're talking about, Pelliden. Though, I am a Ventrue. I should at least know a bit about them. Not that such has anything to do with..anything..", he admits.
Dec 23 03:14:12 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Rolls her eyes and pulls a small object from inside her shirt. Flicking it open with a faint click it proved to be a tint lockback knife. She'd take Gareth's heel in one hand and then begin to carefully remove the bits of glass with the sharp little knife..each shard falling into her cupped palm.
Dec 23 03:15:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..When you spend as much time around as useless a person as he is, you begin to count them off..", Gareth admits, not wincing at all from the working upon of his foot by Leannan, "..I'm going to sell him into slavery. First chance I get. When it comes back and all..".
Dec 23 03:20:02 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: It didn't take he long to remove the glass..and when she was done she ran her thumb down the length of his foot to clear off the blood before releasing him and sliding off the bed onto her feet. She would cross to the bar area to deposit the shards in the bin and then pick up any bits left over on the floor before washing her hands and knife off.
Dec 23 03:22:37 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: With a stoic face through the whole of it, Gareth offers, "..No. He's a freeloader. There's a difference. He's /going/ to become a slave. Right now, he's just a mooch..".
Dec 23 03:29:13 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I'm going to bed. Sunrise in ten minutes, and it's been a long night. Sleep wherever. But keep out of the Athletics Room. It's a hazard..", and with that, Gareth pulls himself farther back into the bed, tangling with the comforter for a moment, before getting settled in. There's a brief pause, for all of a second, before a *clap clap* sound is heard, and most of the lights extinguish, minus the backlighting of the bar.
Dec 23 03:33:22 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Perched like a neon angel, she kicks her legs lightly and leans forward so that it looked like she might fall if she wasn't holding onto the edge. "Is there a nicer spot for a nap, then?" Her voice soft and playful.
Dec 23 03:34:20 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: It's a bit muffled, but the voice is distinctly English, "..In the streets is a good spot, Romeo and Juliet..".
Dec 23 03:38:23 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Sliding down to land soundlessly, she moved over to Pelliden's side. Ignoring the snarky Englishman, she'd crouch down before pouncing Pelliden to knock him over sideways so she could stretch out atop him. "You know, this IS more comfortable."
Dec 23 03:40:45 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Nay, good sah, banish me not to the cold Mantuan streets of this night! Banishment, Banishment, that word hath slain a thousand Pell-oof!" His voice more a whisper and muffled, he responds to her. "I hope so, love."
Dec 23 03:42:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Keep talking. I'm reloading my shotgun..", the voice comes again, with a shuffling of the comforter.
Dec 23 03:52:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Gareth has left the game.
Dec 23 04:02:53 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Endymion has left the game.
Dec 23 16:42:06 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Toying with her necklace, the woman hadn't move in the day time to vanish this time. Thus, she was still in more or less the same spot as the night before. Softly, in a voice below a whisper, she would sing a song to herself as she stared at the ceiling...feeling distinctly penned in.
Dec 23 17:50:52 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: show a similar one on her abdomen. "Two shots. The next thing I remember was waking up in my uncle's house...looking at the torn body of my lover." Her voice was soft and mornful as she told the fairly brief story.
Dec 23 18:43:15 :: (GC) Leannan frozen by Endymion.
Dec 23 18:43:22 :: (GC) Leannan un-frozen by Endymion.
Dec 23 19:36:08 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Catalina is tossed from the heavens, roughly, without any spare cash. She gets a target, though.
Dec 23 19:37:47 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "The hell you do." He kisses the spot he's bitten, then up to her lips.
Dec 23 19:41:44 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Wandering down the alleyway, the woman was either lost or a bit queer in the head. Her hands in the pockets of her black jeans, she whistled as she walked. Around her chest was a baby-doll top that showed off a toned midrift and a black duster over that. Catching sight of the boy, however, she stoped and quirked a brow. "What're you doin here then?"
Dec 23 19:57:03 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Huh," She would nod at that and offer the boy a grin. "Well," she'd hook her thumb back to indicate herself. "I'm Jang." Looking up when he did, she'd scan the skyline a moment before regarding the boy. "Where're your folks?"
Dec 23 20:07:39 :: (GC) Endymion forced Nikolai to status Warren Leader - 3
Dec 23 20:09:15 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Eyes widening slightly in surprise, she watched him. Her brows furrowed slightly and she cast a curious gaze over the child. "Your friends show they care..by hurting you? And how did you heal it over like that?" She kept her tone light, trying not to let her mild unease show through.
Dec 23 20:30:28 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Nikolai is flung from above, hitting the ground and sliding to a halt. The ground cringes.
Dec 23 20:35:51 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Dec 23 21:04:40 :: (GC) Endymion forced David to quit
Dec 23 21:07:08 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Having watched the boy run, the woman stood there in the greatest confusion. Tugging at one of her braids, she gave a shrug and then looked the place over, wondering what he REALLY was doing there. Or, for that matter, why she still was.
Dec 23 21:11:29 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: A beautiful Arian man leans against a wall, back in a far corner of the room. His arms crossed across his chest. A heavy combat boot is lifted and held against the wall. His shining blue eyes look towards the woman, studying her movements.
Dec 23 21:14:00 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The appearance of the man caused her to start, hand reaching back a moment before she stopped and laughed at her own jumpiness. "Wow...you scared me. When'd you slip in?" Her voice was slightly rough though not unpleasant.
Dec 23 21:19:02 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The Arian man placed his boot on the ground, making no noise despite its heavy appearance. "Please do forgive me Fraulein... I meant no harm." His accent an odd twist between German and Russian. He steps forward into the light from the street beyond. "May I ask vhy a voman vith your beauty is out alone?"
Dec 23 21:32:01 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man gives a slight bow and smile, "Danka Fraulein. Diese streets are not very safe, yes?" He slips his hands into the pockets of World War II style military jacket. "As vor mich, I am new to die city."
Dec 23 21:40:36 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man took her hand into his own, quite delicately he turns it and brings it to his lips kissing it gently. "I am Nikolai, it ist a pleasure to meet you Fraulein" He releases her hand quickly after the kiss. "I am from Deutschland, however I vas born and raised in Russia." He replaces his hands in the tattered old coat.
Dec 23 21:48:08 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The arian man looks around. "I am vaiting on a few friends."  He takes his place once more leaning against the brick wall of the alleyway. "I vas asked to come to this city. Their boss just died and Vell I have been ask to take his place." 
Dec 23 21:53:31 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Oh, well...sorry for his passing if he was a friend and congratulations on the promotion whether he was or not." She'd scratch at her head light, not sure if it had been the right thing to say or not.
Dec 23 21:59:14 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The arian man smiles and nods, "Danka vonce more, I am happy to help them in their time of need." He pulls out a pocket watch, if paying attention the symbol of the third riech is engraved on the front. Flipping it open he checked the time and then replaced it in his pocket.
Dec 23 22:06:18 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The Arian takes a deep breath. "It vas my Vaters," He looks at the ragged clothing. "He vas a good solider, and vhile I may not agree vith everything that vas done. Der Furher pulled Germany from the ditches, and saved a lot of people. I believe he vas a good man to start, however was lost in the power of it all." He spoke with a certain fondness.
Dec 23 22:08:32 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The response drew an approving smile from the woman. "You think into things, how rare. I definitely like you, Nikolai." She'd clap her hands together, extend both index fingers and point to him with a grin as she said that.
Dec 23 22:13:01 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The sound of chains can barely be heard, if at all, over the din of music within the club behind you as the large man slips up next to you on the stool. One arm wraps around your shoulder at that point as he lowers a shot glass of tequila before you with a small smile, "Hope you don't mind Melissa. Saw you again and thought i'd buy you another drink." He offers this with a small smile near your ear, waiting for your reply.
Dec 23 22:13:16 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man slips his watch back in his jacket pocket. "Ve must be able to look past das appearance of all things in our lives. For sometimes vhat ve see as beauty is grotesque and vhat is ugly is quite beautiful."
Dec 23 22:16:25 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Turning slowly around her lips close to yours. She smiles angelicly at you, as she leans into your ear. Her lip grazing the lobe gently, she answers you "Yes I would love a shot and where have you been? I have been circulating all the clubs looking for you and ended up here." Placing a hand on your chest and gripping you jacket.
Dec 23 22:17:36 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Eye of the behold, huh? It's true, I know." She would slap her hands onto either side of her exposed stomach to indicate the light scars that marked her flesh. "I train animals. It's the cute ones that're the most vicious. I like the mean lookin ones...better tolerance."
Dec 23 22:24:50 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Oh, definitely. My preference is for Rotties, though." She hooked her thumbs into the pockets of her jeans and settled her weight more on one hip than the other. "I train em to guard, fight, help the blind...whatever the customer wants. People don't usually want a poodle for those jobs. And if they do I don't want the business."
Dec 23 22:26:15 :: (GC) Christian rposed: Calloused fingers raise to brush against your cheek in that motion before nodding back towards himself, "What do you say we get out of here?"
Dec 23 22:29:13 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man laughed, he had a strong hardy laugh. "Die Poodles, Miss Dresdner had poodles. Dey can be quite vicious at times, I have had a great many nips and bites from dem." He kneels down unlacing and tightening the knee high combat boots, which also looks to be from World War II. 
Dec 23 22:36:36 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Oh, don't I know it. Those were what I was given to work with when I was training. They left more scars than the rottweilders. Yeesh.." It suddenly struck her how odd it was to have a chat about dogs with a WWII Aryan in a dark alleyway.
Dec 23 22:46:11 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man stood once more, both of his boots now quite tight. "It is getting quite late... Vhy are you out and about Fraulein?" He turns an almost eerie smile on his face. "Like I said before, I have heard it is quite dangerous out in this town, never know vhat kind of veirdos you might valk up on."
Dec 23 22:49:41 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Her smile was a bit on the guarded side after that expression. "Meant to be patrolling the area," She'd say with a shrugging, looking a bit guilty. "Plain clothes cop and all...on duty to make sure people keep outta that mess cross the way." She'd jerk her head over to indicate the bombed out Elysium.
Dec 23 23:00:02 :: (GC) Endymion forced David to status LAPD - 2
Dec 23 23:05:50 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The tall man raises one hand to brush against the side of your neck gently before shifting as to stand from the bike, "Mm, well I imagined we'd take a little walk further into the park." He offers a small smile before leaning in to raise that same hand to the buckle of the helmet, undoing it before slipping it up in a slow motion.
Dec 23 23:08:16 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Still smiling at the man she stands slowly, pressing her body up against his. "I would like that. I feel this strange.... I don't know it is like I have known you all my life." She looks down to the ground as she places her hand back onto the mans chest.
Dec 23 23:15:26 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: David climbs up from Hell, and into....more hell. A twenty-spot is attached to his collar! Get him!
Dec 23 23:16:43 :: (GC) Christian rposed: <cont>conspiratorialy, "Anything." He offers a small wink.
Dec 23 23:18:22 :: (GC) Trista rposed: oocly pets the poor silly David
Dec 23 23:23:24 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: offering an angelic smile as always she looks to the man. "What do you mean I get that feeling every day when I work." She steps in closer to the man steading her pace a bit. Tilting her head just slightly in a seductive way. "I do not know what you are talking about."
Dec 23 23:27:55 :: (GC) Christian rposed: <cont> brush against your neck, "I told you i'd educate you during the mob riot."
Dec 23 23:30:35 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man smiled and took a step closer to her. "You are a Polizei?" His hands still tucked in the pockets of the older jacket. "I vas in the Military back in Berlin... I quite enjoyed it. Vhat do you do vith the Polizei?" He stared the woman over as he drew slowly closer.
Dec 23 23:36:38 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man grins just a bit against your neck, allowing a soft mm to travel from those lips against that warm mortal flesh. The tips of his fangs brush against the area where your jugular would be before whispering in your air, "You'll see Melissa...you'll see." He trails off at that, an almost hissing sound coming from the back of his throat as his mouth opens before plunging those fangs into your neck.
Dec 23 23:36:56 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Usually? I train their dogs." Grinning and compounding on her earlier telling. "Turns out I'm in better shape than most of them though...and with the disturbances lately, they're light on beat cops. So I'm stuck here watchin over that place. But," Looking down and tugging the edge of her duster's sleeve back. "It's time for me to call in, so I'll be sayin g'night to ya, Nikolai." She'd grin up at him and cut a little salute with two fingers before tuckin her hands back in her pockets and heading of
Dec 23 23:37:01 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: off.
Dec 23 23:39:35 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The Arian man smiles and waves as she leaves. "Gute Nacht meine Liebe, traume ich von Ihnen." He says, barely a whisper. He turns then and heads back to the dark corner, seeming to fade away from existence in its shadow.
Dec 23 23:50:19 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man's gums pulse against the tender flesh of your neck, blood drawing through those fangs as he presses closer in a pinning movement against the tree behind you before slipping them back out once more as his shifts his gaze back up into your own eyes, "Mm, a sweet taste. I always did love it with a bit of adrenaline." He says in a low tone, the fangs now very visible to you. His own skin seems to have taken on a pallor unseen before, "Tell me Melissa. Do you believe in vampires and monsters in t
Dec 23 23:50:30 :: (GC) Christian rposed: <cont>monsters in the night?" That hand on your jaw presses your head back further as his lips come dangerously close to your own, "The thought that anything in this would might just jump out at you....horrible things that could sweep you away?"
Dec 24 00:07:13 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: A black van pulls up and parks against the sidewalk, illegally, in front of the alleyway. A striking and lithe Englishman gets out, snagging a belt from the seat next to him, which holds two swords. He's dressed in an ankle-length coat of black leather, pants of the same, a black t-shirt, and a pair of black leather, fingerless gloves, one of which is brought up to wipe at the heavy eyeliner that he wears. Slipping the belt on, he steps into the darkness of the alley, with a flashlight.
Dec 24 00:21:04 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: Yells out to him, "Yes, and I will. I will also do as you wish." She slides down the tree in tears.
Dec 24 00:23:31 :: (GC) Melissa rposed: in a soft tone to herself she says. "I will not."
Dec 24 00:26:31 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The cover of a manhole slides open. Long skinless fingers wrap around its edge, three inch claws tap against the metal. The manhole cover slides over, however the image of the hand changes in the blink of an eye to that of a young mans hand. A very attractive Arian man rises from the manhole and slips the cover back in place. He dressed in what seems to be World War II style olive drab. He leans down and uses a bit of cloth to shine a bit of filth of his knee high black leather combat boots.
Dec 24 00:28:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A willowy form weaves carefully through the writhing mass of humanity,  youthful face blending into the crowd. Though, a certain intelligence sparks within the brilliant depths of cerulean eyes. A wisdom woven of the darkened tapestry of the night, older than the belied by the angelic visage. Narrow hips sway softly with each long, precise stride taken as a cold and knowing gaze pans the crowd with an appraising eye. Platform boots thud softly, though they pause mid-stride upon seeing the wild-looki
Dec 24 00:29:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: wild-looking boy.
Dec 24 00:32:24 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You should be more careful with opening up those manholes. Never can tell who might be standing over them..", the Englishman admits, crouching down for a moment to sift through a pile of ash, before standing back up. He doesn't seem to find it out of the ordinary that a man would come from the sewer, but instead moves over to a wall in the alley, that looks to have been recently re-sealed after damage.
Dec 24 00:38:46 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man nods and smiles. "Ja, I guess I should be... However I never expected to find a Primogen in a back alleyway." He stands from shining his shoe, and slipped the cloth back into his coat pocket. "On dat topic, Vhat are you doing here?" He spoke with no disrespect, purely curiosity.
Dec 24 00:43:10 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I never expected to be here. Curious that..", the Englishman admits, tracing fingertips around the noticeable edge of where the wall had been sealed, "..Then again. I never expected a demon to start killing people here, either. I'm investigating..", he explains, balling up his fist and using it to pound on the seal, lightly, just testing it's strength against his own.
Dec 24 00:46:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Blinking slowly, the youth's elegant neck turns, looking down at the child in a detached manner, Eyes quickly scan the smaller figure for a moment before offering a stiff nod in response. Idly, one lithe arm bends at the elbow, long fingers gently brushing off the front of a thin, white dress shirt. The other arm hangs casually beside the willowy form's androgynous torso, pale palm resting against a denim clad thigh. Upon seeing movement elsewhere, the youth's eyes flick over to the young woman, stu
Dec 24 00:46:25 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: studying her carefully as she steps into the dim light, a flicker of recognition showing. Nothing but an unblinking stare is offered to her for several moments, no emotion showing upon angelic features.
Dec 24 00:48:17 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The Arian man approached him, his wringing his hands. "A demon you say..." He reaches to lightly stroke his chin. "Vhy vhould a demon attack here? Dis place seems to have no Significance." He placed his hands into the jacket and let them rest there.
Dec 24 00:51:35 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Well..", the Englishman starts, lifting his fist from the wall and slamming it down on the center of the seal, hard enough to crack it slightly, "..my fine Nazi friend. That is what I am here to find out. Not that I'm an expert on the subject. Though I do owe it a go..". A second, more deft blow to the fresh cement would cause it to crack more, and a few pieces to crumble off.
Dec 24 00:57:52 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: "Bitte..." He reaches in front of the man. With a single punch his fist punches a hole though the wall. As he withdraws his hand he brings back with it more chunks, further widening the hole. "Someone of your stature should not have to dirty his hands vhen there are those of lower station to do the vork for you."
Dec 24 01:00:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A pale brow is raised in the direction of the woman, vaguely questioning in its manner, though the emotion is void within the youth's eyes. Rather, the almost inquisitive gaze is once more turned to the child. The brushing motion carried out by one hand intensifies, fingers now flicking away invisible specks of dust. At the same time, a thumb begins to trace random shapes against the youth's thigh, light pressure against the close-fitting material easily visible.
Dec 24 01:00:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A slight shake of the head is offered to the child, golden ringlets obscuring fine features.
Dec 24 01:01:50 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Chuckling at this, Gareth points his flashlight through the floating dust and cinder from the second breaking of the wall, "..That is not my policy. Though I do thank you for the assist..", he admits, stepping into the hole and looking around. The apartment is bare, but every single inch of it's surface is covered in ash. And massive piles of the same are all over the floor. All this draws from him is a light, "..Hrm..".
Dec 24 01:06:16 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: Upon stepping into the Apartment he allowed the visage of the arian to fade, his true form reveled. The grotesque form walked around the area. "Vell, Quite a mess in here." He leans down examining one of the piles of ash. "Is dis a common problem in dis city?" He says as he turns back, his overly grown fangs not seemingly to hinder his speech.
Dec 24 01:08:42 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..It hasn't been. Up until the other evening..", the Englishman admits, kicking through a bit of ash with his boot, and causing it to stir and drift along. After a pause, he asks, "..You don't happen to know who tipped the Anarch population off as to the location of Elysium, do you?".
Dec 24 01:13:14 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man stands, letting ash slide between his finger tips. "Nein, Im afraid I have just arrived in die city." He wanders around the room looking. "I do not even know of die location to das Elysium. You are having a problem vith die Anarchs?" 
Dec 24 01:14:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A soft sigh is exhaled softly over full lips, the youth's eyes still looking at the young boy. "No. One is only at home within your true home. Anything else is a matter of force." The words come out quietly, just loud enough to be heard over the din of the street. Soft in tone, the voice is as androgynous as the figure. Gaze shifting once more to the young woman, the youth's deft fingers pause in the movement for a moment, flexing slightly before once more resuming their seemingly compulsive actions
Dec 24 01:14:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The well-polished leather of platform boots lets out a slight creak as the willowy form shifts weight from one leg to the other. "What type of creatures do you mean?", is asked in an innocent tone.
Dec 24 01:16:45 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..This whole city is having problems with them. I'm not sure what you know of Los Angeles. But the Camarilla and the Sabbat are a bit of a footnote here. Anarchs and Autarkis rule the roost, chap..", the Englishman explains, drawing a pouch from his belt and stooping to fill it with some of the ash from the apartment floor, "..And now I have a house, my house, filled with Camarilla who don't have a place to go. It's obnoxious..".
Dec 24 01:22:35 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: "Dat is a sad fact..." He turns to face the man. "My name is Nikolai, and I am taking over as der Leader of die Varren." He gives a slight bow towards the man. "And I vill honor the mutual respect of the Nosferatu and the Camarilla, I do hope your price vill do so as vell." He scans the apartment looking at various items and decorations that line the room.
Dec 24 01:27:04 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..It is. Though, I am working to change it..", the Scourge admits, kicking some more ash before heading for the hole in the wall again, talking the whole time, "..It is a pleasure to meet you, Nikolai. I'm sure that I will be calling on you at some point. The Camarilla needs all of the help that it can get, these nights..", and with a wink, he steps back out and into the night air of Los Angeles.
Dec 24 01:32:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Neck arching slightly, the youth glances at the young woman. "Bears?", is asked. Once more, a pale eyebrow arches in a somewhat questioning manner towards her, though the expression soon fades into the night itself. The hand resting upon a denim clad thigh raises slightly, elbow bending so that a pale hand can reach into a front pocket, long fingers soon producing a white handkerchief. Other arm now moving as well, the unbuttoned cuffs of the shirt fall over wide palms, protecting alabaster flesh fr
Dec 24 01:32:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: flesh from the world. The cloth is gingerly draped over all fingers as the willowy form bends slightly at the knees, bringing the youth eye to eye with the child. "May I fix your pants?", is asked in a polite tone.
Dec 24 01:32:41 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man follows, his form shifting back to that of the Arian male before he leaves. "You are Velcome, I am sure that die Varren vill need help as vell. I have not had good experiences dealing vith the Anarchs and I can not see my self helping them." He slips his hands into his pockets and makes his way to the manhole cover. He stands next to it. "I vould like to speak vith your price, if you vill please pass dis message along to him Bitte."
Dec 24 01:47:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gaze shifting between the boy's face and tattered pants, the willowy form explains, "I know it surprised you the first time, so I thought it best to ask." Voice ringing out with more force now, the soft and silky timbre is distinctly female in tone. The movements are carried out with fluid grace, stray threads being tucked into the neat cuffs created with almost painstaking care, each side  measured several times both by eye and feel. 
Dec 24 01:47:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: With a slight nod, more to herself than the boy, she unbends her knees, standing up from her squatting position that kept any part of her body, save for the soles of her boots, from touching the ground. The cloth draped upon her hands is folded with the same attention to detail, tight creases being pressed by nimble fingertips. "Symmetry helps me to think.", is gently explained.
Dec 24 01:51:14 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Sure. I'll let him know..", the Englishman admits, slipping the pouch bag onto his belt, and then using a hand to brush some of the ash and dust from the sleeves of his old-looking leather jacket, "..I'm sure that both he and I will be down to have a visit, at some point. Until then, fare thee well, Nikolai..", and with that, the Scourge about-faces and heads for the exit of the alley.
Dec 24 01:53:13 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: "You know vhere to find me." He lifts the manhole with one hand and climbs down the hole. The grinding sound of metal on stone rings out as he pulls the lid closed.
Dec 24 02:00:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose There's a somewhat pensive look within the youth's eyes, though her angelic countenance remains passive in its expression. "Always.", she all but whispers, looking at the cloth in her hands for several moments before allowing one arm to casually fall to her side, tucking the item back into her pocket. Blinking slowly to clear the daze settled about her willowy form, she looks up once more, glancing between both figures with a renewed sense of interest.
Dec 24 02:00:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I simply like to be prepared." is explained, before adding, "Are you expecting something then?" A slight frown tugs at the corners of her lips as she focuses on the young woman. "Your name, please?"
Dec 24 02:07:31 :: (GC) Endymion forced Rothwell to invis
Dec 24 02:11:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding politely, the youth remains rather pensive, the mood seeming to flow about her willowy form as both hands come to rest at her sides, fingers once more tapping upon her denim-clad thighs. "Very little is what it seems.", she states in a knowing tone. Turning her head slightly, she looks down to the boy. "Abe, might you have a last name? Someone to ensure you don't become too much of a miscreant?"
Dec 24 02:25:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a slight nod to the boy, though the youth's eyes hold no sense of pity. Rather, there's a hint of curiosity sparking within the pale depths of her brilliant eyes. "Things happen as such.", is offered in a somewhat knowing manner. A slight nod of her head causes curls to spill about her broad shoulders. Gaze casually trailing over to the other young woman, her keen eyes study the figure's reaction with an appraising glance. "My name is Morgan.", is stated with a sense of pride.
Dec 24 02:38:13 :: (GC) Endymion forced Rothwell to title - Ninja of the Foot Clan
Dec 24 02:46:44 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: A good looking Arian man stands in a narrow alleyway. His garb seems to be that of a World War II olive drab. His hands are tucked into his pockets as he leans against the alley wall. His eyes are closed and almost appears as if he is asleep.
Dec 24 02:56:40 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The Arian man looks down at him and waves the statement away. "It ist kine problem." His accent an odd mixture of German and Russian. He slips his hand into his pocket and pulls out a pocket watch. Engraved on the front plate of the watch is what appears to be the symbol of the third reich. He checks the time then slips the silver pocket watch back into his jacket.
Dec 24 03:01:25 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Platform boots land gently on the ground with a soft thud as a willowy form strides cautiously down the street, weaving through the crowd with precise steps. Cerulean eyes scan the writhing mass of humanity with a mixture of curiosity and disdain, petal-pink lips curling into a ghost of a sneer as the youthful figure is jostle.
Dec 24 03:01:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Lithe arms are wrapped loosely about an androgynous torso, elbows resting comfortable against the slight dip of a trim waist and the curve of narrow hips. Hands mostly hidden by the unbuttoned cuffs of a white dress shirt, long fingers nimbly trace invisible patterns against the light material.
Dec 24 03:08:52 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: "Danka, It vas... mien vaters." He holds the watch in his hand inside the jacket pocket. He looks over at the bike, scanning along it. Then when the newest arrival appeared he turned his attention in its direction. "Guten Abend..." He said in his heavy accent, and giving his head a slight tilt.
Dec 24 03:15:45 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Strides gradually slowing, the willowy form pauses within the alley, brilliant gaze peering in through the darkness. There's a slight nod offered to the Arian figure in acknowledgment to the man's words, though nothing else is offered as a return gesture. Rather, his gaze studies the larger form, eyes sweeping the man from head to toe with a practiced eye. Fingers pause in their movements as arms tighten their grip, nails digging softly into slender sides.
Dec 24 03:15:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A flicker of recognition ignites within the pale depths of the angelic youth's eyes upon hearing the biker's words, intensifying as the thuggish figure moves more clearly into the youth's line of vision.
Dec 24 03:28:57 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: Yeah we can.
Dec 24 03:33:59 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The arian man faced the man, he gave a slight nod and leaned agianst the wall. "Vhat brings you out here?" His heavy black leather boot pressed agianst the wall underneath him.
Dec 24 03:44:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyeing the brick of the alley with a sense of disgust, the youth seems to almost shudder, though his willowy frame doesn't move. Rather, there's a casual shrug of a broad, thin shoulder in response, full lips pursed in a straight line. The fingers digging into androgynous sides relax slightly, now lightly tracing patterns through the clothing and onto a slender torso. Easily shifting weight from one foot to the other, one leg stretches out slightly so that the thick sole of a boot taps softly agains
Dec 24 03:44:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: against the ground.
Dec 24 03:45:04 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Dec 24 03:49:14 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The Arian man stood and started to walk further into the shadows. "If you have nicht to sagen, I habe nicht to horen" He bends down wrapping his fingers into the holes of the manhole, easily sliding it open. However he doesn't go down, he merely waits.
Dec 24 03:55:51 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "It's too dirty here to think.", is explained by the youth in a soft, almost demure tone, the timbre of the velvety words fairly distinctly male. Arms still wrapped about his androgynous chest and middle, he takes a single step backwards, the well polished leather of his boots creaking softly from the movement. Eyes scan the area with a growing sense of discomfort, almost verging on urgency. "Can we move?", jaw visibly clenching, his shoulders tense even more, nails once more digging into his side w
Dec 24 03:56:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: side with obvious pressure.
Dec 24 03:59:19 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: "The only vay I vill move is down, untill I get in touch vith my Varren." He places his legs into the manhole, the smell filling the air. "If you are seeking knowledge, you must come to my domain to ask it... or are you afraid to get dirty." Although his head was turned, his tone of voice said he had a grin on his face, quite enjoying this mans discomfort.
Dec 24 04:14:48 :: (GC) Rothwell snoops Morgan
Dec 24 04:14:51 :: (GC) Rothwell stops snooping
Dec 24 04:15:02 :: (GC) Rothwell snoops Nikolai
Dec 24 04:15:36 :: (GC) Rothwell stops snooping
Dec 24 04:55:25 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still looking uncomfortable about his surroundings, a hard look enters the youth's eyes, holding a cold, piercing stare. Softly, he begins to speak once more, silky voice holding a sense of confidence not shown before. "I've been down the rabbit's hole and through the other side. Supped with serpents and dined with kings. Walk through fallow fields and seen existence through the eye of a needle as it spilled from the reality itself. I have grasped enlightenment only to have it vanish like a flame in
Dec 24 04:56:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: flame caught in the breeze." Eyes narrowing slightly, he peers at the man with a sense of knowledge belying the youthful look of innocents upon his visage, eyes shining with intelligence and the wisdom of night itself. "Within the truth of darkness, I have earned the right to seek knowledge when and where I wish."
Dec 24 05:06:00 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: The man climbed from the manhole and dropped its cover back in place. The loud ringing of the metal echoed though the narrow alley. The man sat, thinking on the young mans words. "Sie haben meinen Respekt erworben und haben mein Wissen erworben." He spoke these words as the final rings of the spinning disc died down. "I have no love for die Sabbt, I blame dem for much vrong doing in my life... But you have earned my knowledge." He turned back and ran his hand through his blonde hair, his shining blu
Dec 24 05:06:17 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: He turned back and ran his hand through his blonde hair, his shining blue eyes seeming to stare though the man.
Dec 24 05:19:49 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming undisturbed that this man knows his alignment, the youth nod his head once, golden bangs falling over his fine features, obscuring his eyes. One arm is slowly unwrapped from about his chest, rising up in one swift movement to push away the hair with a simple flick of his wrist. "So often others see not the honed blade of The Sword, nor the intricate and ample guard. The strength of the strength of the pommel remains but in shadows.
Dec 24 05:20:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: All the light reveals is a chip in edge, a crack, a scratch, a dulled area. There is no perfection to anything, and I admit the flaws. But, in the end, these are trivial at best. Perhaps, in time, you too might grow to consider the strengths." The leveled gaze remains within the youth's eyes as he speaks, a fervor burning within them as words like liquid velvet spill from full lips.
Dec 24 05:28:12 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: "Old vounds still hurt, vhen it rains. You are right, no side is right, and no side is wrong. Ve are but players in a game, The greatest question is vhat part shall you play." Reaching once more for the man hole cover, the Arian male lifted it. He held it, his fingers grasped to the edge as if it was a plate. "Remember, Die Nosferatu are loyal to die Nosferatu." With that he takes a step backwards, tosses the heavy manhole cover into the air above him. His body vanishes down the hole, and the cover 
Dec 24 05:32:51 :: (GC) Nikolai rposed: His body vanishes down the hole, and the cover lands making a terrible racket.
Dec 24 05:35:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes study the cover for several long moments before the youth nods once, in a rather curt manner. A few steps turn him away from the filth of the alley, and a few strides carry him into darkness, as he's swallowed by the night.
Dec 24 16:18:11 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Frowning, Trista turns her head towards the sound of the spitting and looks to the woman a moment. "You alright?" she asks with a slightly country accent, though it's quickly diminished to sounding more punk than anything as she adds, "You look a bit pale. Maybe you should go lie down somewhere." She mutters something under her breath as she glances around a moment and then back to the woman.
Dec 24 16:23:51 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "I asked if you were alright and said that maybe you should lie down. You're pale," Trista restates, her eyes narrowing as she looks to the woman scrutinizingly and then glances again at her surroundings.
Dec 24 16:30:15 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Arching a brow as she crosses her arms over her chest and watches the woman a bit warily now, "Off work and my husband works later than I do so I decided to take the long way home. I am young but I assure you I have no curfew." She rolls her eyes before looking over Aria again. "Why don't you go get something to eat anyways. Maybe get your color back," she adds.
Dec 24 16:36:12 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Face?" she asks, now arching the other brow. She gives a shake of her head. "You're on the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and North Saint Vincente Boulevard. The former goes east to west and the latter heads south." The slender blonde makes a motion in each direction as she names off the cardinal directions. As for sounding like your mother...I hope since you miss her that I can take that as a compliment." She smirks and shakes her head again.  "How old are you anyways? You're probably older than
Dec 24 16:54:46 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Rolling her eyes, Trista gives a shrug, "Whatever. I love my husband and I surely don't think things will change between us. Anyways, I'm heading home...and you should be heading to do one of the two things I suggested...if you're able to make it somewhere to." She turns her back and starts to walk away as she crumbles sarcastically mocking Aria's last phrase. "I can tell."
Dec 24 16:59:03 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Pausing in her tracks, Trista spins on heel to arch a brow at the snarling woman in disbelief. "And to think I laughed when Mich told me the crackwhores around here were rabid," she shakes her head and throws her hands up before turning again to leave... a little faster of pace this time.
Dec 24 17:11:02 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Mouthing slowly and painstaking, "I can't breathe," Trista tries to force a cough to dislodge whatever it is that is clogging her airway as her eyes start to dart about in panic.
Dec 24 17:30:10 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Her eyes slowly refocussing as she moves one hand to the back of her head to check the damage done as she starts to sit up a little, "Jeez." She coughs, "Ever heard of slapping a girl on the back instead?" Trista shakes her head, though it makes her head spin and she blinks again before attempting to climb to her feet. "Maybe I should stuff a pillow in this dang backpack" she murmurs to herself.
Dec 24 20:21:43 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There is a roling thunder sound from the south, as it comescloser its obvious its more then one motorbike. As the sound comes closer and closer, 3 fiures on hogs can now be seen, the apparent leader with long scrappy hair and long beard looks over to his right and notices a man in a car, he stops and starts to shout out. "Getttt Fucken you fucken Malaka!" he laughs along with his mates as he takes out a ciggar and lights it. "Take your pussifid ride and get the fuck out of here.." he points towards 
Dec 24 20:21:54 :: (GC) Carl rposed: he points towards the rth as he reves his bike, laughing likea moron
Dec 24 20:50:36 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Giving a groan of annoyance, Trista turns to glare at Carl and his posse. "Why don't you all just go back to N'Orleans?! I thought I ditched you freaks...jeez," the last is grumbled as she rolls her eyes. "You know...if the temperature here matched your IQ at least we might get some snow for Christmas."
Dec 24 21:08:32 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Nose crinkling in disgust at Carl's gestures and sounds, Trista continues along her way, a bit more irritated than before even.
Dec 24 21:32:51 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Weaving through the crowd with painstaking precision is a willowy, and rather androgynous, form. Cerulean eyes scan the area intently, the lighting bring out the green within the cautious depths of the youthful figure's eyes. An angelic countenance is framed by golden curls that flow like liquid silk. Heavy boots thump softly with each footfall, though the din of the crowd drowns the sound out.
Dec 24 21:33:05 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: An air of both suspicion and disgust flow around the willowy youth. lithe arms held close to a trim waist and lean torso. Long fingers gently caress the porcelain skin over a visible collarbone.
Dec 24 21:44:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Lies are only useless words spewed by cowards. One, in turn, creates another." Cold, piercing gaze falling upon the young woman, the willowy form pauses mid-stride, the toe of a platform boot scraping softly against the pavement. Eyes calmly traverses the gap between the girl and the bikers, detached in their expression. There is no tell upon the youth's porcelain features, though broad shoulders do tense slightly.
Dec 24 21:44:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The boot's well-polished leather creaks softly as weight is easily shifted from heel to toe, and long fingers pause in their nimble movements, flexing and arching in the air, almost in anticipation.
Dec 24 21:55:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Sorry...I don't know you.", is stated bluntly as the youth's eyes sweep up and down the girl with a mild sense of interest, no recognition showing within them. A gentle shake of the head causes golden curls to obscure the youth's fine features. Full lips purse together, then part slightly as a slight exhalation of breath blows the locks once more out of the way. A pause, obviously thoughtful in nature, causes one pale brow to raise slightly in silent questioning, though no more words are spoken.
Dec 24 21:55:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Rather, the expression fades as the youth's fingers once more begin to trace the line of the collar bone with one short nail, leaving a line of red in its wake.
Dec 24 22:10:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gaze now fulling focused on the trio of bikers, the youth's head tilts slightly to the side. "Art is a rather subjective thing in the end.", is commented softly, seemingly more of a thought made vocal than an actual attempt conversation. The line reddens now, the scratching motion obviously becoming more forceful, the line showing in stark contrast against the alabaster skin it's appearing on.
Dec 24 22:10:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The youth's tense postures relaxes slightly, though there's still a somewhat neurotic sense surrounding the willowy form. Eyelids lower, casting shadows over brilliant eyes, without ever really blinking.
Dec 24 22:21:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Another gentle shake of the head is once more offered to the biker in response as the youth's neck straightens once more. "No, not an artist. Or an addict.", is explained in a soft, quiet voice as ambiguous in gender as the youth's own form. Long fingers pause in their motion, flexing once before gently ghosting the pads of fingertips over the irritated area. Eye blink once, falling in then back out of focus before looking directly at the biker with a piercing and intense gaze. "And you?"
Dec 24 22:39:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Watch.", is offered in a simple manner, one index finger trailing away from the pale skin of a collarbone and pressing against the opposite palm. Fingertips trail lazily down the light material of the shirt's sleeve and pause, moving inward to circle lightly around one of the shirt's buttons. Through each and every movement, the youth's flinty cerulean gaze remains locked on the biker with a mixture of interest and boredom. Eyelids lower lazily once more, lashes batting softly as they cast shadows 
Dec 24 22:40:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: shadows over pale cheeks.
Dec 24 22:53:33 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Dec 24 22:55:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Brow raising in confusion at first, a soft sound almost akin to a laugh is released, though it comes out more like a gentle cough or the clearing of a throat. "I watch others. That's what I do.", is explained slowly, words each annunciated with careful clarity. The tone that flows out with them velvety smooth and fairly masculine, though it still has room for some ambiguity. "It's like a secret only you are told." Gaze transversing away from the bikers now, the youth's eyes travel the crush of writh
Dec 24 22:55:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gaze transversing away from the bikers now, the youth's eyes travel the crush of writhing humanity.
Dec 24 23:08:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The already detached expression on the youthful figure's angelic faces goes entirely deadpan, only a few blinks of cerulean eyes offered as any sort of response. The long finger casually toying with the button of the shirt never pauses in its movement though, nimble digits lightly tugging at the small plastic disc. A gentle sigh flows over petal-pink lips, making no noise as the soft puff of breath joins the din of the late-night crowd.
Dec 24 23:09:05 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The other lithe arm hangs down by his side, hand pressing lightly against a slender, denim-clad thigh.
Dec 24 23:28:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Upon hearing the bang, the youth's elegant neck turns slightly, eyes peering at the act of vandalism out of the corner of an eye. Fingers pause in their movement, flexing them a few times, then once more continuing to toy idly with his clothing. An uneasiness settles around the stoic form, weight shifting lightly from one foot to the other in one easy motion. The well-polished leather of platform boots creaks softly from the movement, as one foot begins to softly tap against the ground. 
Dec 24 23:28:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "There are millions of germs and parasites on the ground.", is mentioned softly as, once more, cold eyes return their focus on the biker. Nothing else belies and attention paid to the scruffy form's words.
Dec 24 23:31:58 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Fishing around in the depths of his pocket again, Adrien pulls out a cheap, plastic lighter, and uses it to spark the cigarette that was pressed between his lips. Putting it back, he takes a long drag, holding in the smoke and then exhaling it, and seeming to calm some. After a moment, he starts to look for the source of the chanting, and finding it, flips Carl off. And then on second thought, he reaches into the machine, and takes a handful of the papers, and walks past the man, tossing them into h
Dec 24 23:32:14 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..his lap as he does so, "Sell those. You might be able to afford some real clothes, then..".
Dec 24 23:44:05 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Endy licks Trista.
Dec 24 23:50:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes close tightly upon seeing the biker lick the pavement, a slight shudder running down the youth's willowy form. Fingers curl into pale palms, clenching into loose fists for a moment before relaxing, only to resume the repetitive tapping once more. One toned leg takes a casual and cautious step back, eyelids opening partially as another step is taken. Looking almost about to walk away, the youth's movements pause for several moments at the angelic form freezes, only brilliant eyes making
Dec 24 23:50:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: only brilliant eyes making any movements.
Dec 24 23:53:42 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "Yeah. I'll beat it back to my wife and fuck her. At least I'm not the one licking the sidewalk..", Adrien calls back, before sticking his nose into the Los Angeles Inquisitor, and starting to devour the articles inside, leaving behind a thin trail of white smoke, the remnants of his cigarette.
Dec 25 00:07:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Shifting weight from toes to heels, the youth eyes both men with a mixture of mild interest and more than a touch of disdain. "Fucking? Is it really that casual then?" Narrow hips swaying softly to the side, lithe arms wrap softly about an androgynous torso, long fingers digging softly into slender sides. Head leaning down somewhat, golden bangs fall across angelic features, casting them in curled shadows. Eyes narrow slightly, growing dark within their shadowed lids.
Dec 25 00:15:55 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You know what..", Adrien says, turning around and taking the few steps back that he needs to reach Carl, "..I need another one of those..", and pulling out another handful of pennies, that hardly amount of fifty cents, he tosses them on the man's lap, and reaches down to snag a second copy of this week's edition of the Los Angeles Inquisitor, "..Put that in your savings. You collect enough pennies, and I'll rent my dog out to you, champ..".
Dec 25 00:28:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A look that can only be descried as nausea mixed with utter disdain flickering through blue eyes, the youthful form strides forward several steps, placing a willowy frame between the two bickering men. Arms still wrapped about an androgynous body, full lips tug into a tight line, a frown showing at the corners. Fine jaw line visibly clenching, fingers dig deeper into already slender side, nails piercing the light material of the white dress shirt. "Stop. It.", is stated in a calm, almost alluring ma
Dec 25 00:28:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Stop. It.", is stated in a calm, almost alluring manner, the words sliding out sweetly, despite another slight shudder wracking a thin spine.
Dec 25 00:38:45 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien turns about for a moment, looking at the woman-man thing with his dark eyes, and letting a frown tug at his lips. Leaning in a bit, he grips Morgan on the shoulder, and says to Carl, "..There you go, friend. My wife. Fuck away..", and then letting go of her, he drops his cigarette in Carl's lap, onto the stack of papers, and starts down the street again.
Dec 25 00:51:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: It takes less than a second after the touch before an ear-splitting scream is uttered, seeming to cover every pitch within human hearing range and then some. Before the sound can even begin to fade, an absolute roar of pure rage is released at an equally loud volume. "DO NOT DARE TOUCH ME YOU PIECE OF WORTHLESS SHIT. I COULD OWN YOU AND EVERYTHING YOU TREASURE IF I WISHED. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO LOOK AT ME, NONE-THE-LESS TOUCH ME WITH YOUR FILTHY HANDS..."
Dec 25 00:51:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: No breath is drawn between howls of rage, though the subject does change abruptly. "I AM NOT A DAMN FEMALE. DO I NEED TO SHOW YOU THIS? WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHECK FOR YOUR OWN PERVERTED INTERESTS YOU WORTHLESS LOUT?" As the overly-loud rant continues, nostrils flare, a new sense of extreme discomfort entering the youth's cerulean gaze. "Kindly. Put. That Out."
Dec 25 00:57:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Somewhere within the crowd of people that wander back and forth along the sidewalk on this part of Santa Monica Boulevard, a Big Gulp sails over the heads of people, end-over-end, trailing a thin stream of caramel-coloured beverage. In a rather dramatic act, it lands on Morgan's shoulder, busting and splattering Dr. Pepper on him. Someone calls out, "Get a room, psycho!".
Dec 25 01:03:23 :: (GC) Seth rposed: features as his gaze falls on the blonde haired youth, his brow furrowing as he pauses to watch.
Dec 25 01:32:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A myriad of emotions flowing through his eyes, the youth makes a feeble attempt to wring the soda out of his shirt, a rather furious look passing over his features, followed by more than a dash of insult. "I AM male.", is stated in a somewhat more reserved tone, "And I don't like being touched, called a woman, or seeing things set on fire because those of feeble mind need to joke and jest." Arms extending fully from his body, both receive a look of disgust and a shake of his head. "This is why I wat
Dec 25 01:32:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "This is why I watch. I leave the dispute resolution to my sister." Another shake, even less fruitless in its attempt. Looking down at the small puddle of liquid at, and around, his feet, he states coldly, in an eerily quiet voice, "A person can drown in an inch of water..." Eyes slowly move out to the crowd, a hint of recognition showing in them. "And you can't beg if you have no vocal cords. Like a dog. A worthless dog."
Dec 25 01:36:07 :: (GC) Seth rposed: Eyes narrowing, the skinhead in the crowd meets the gaze of the youth, tilting his head forward slowly with a dangerous expression on his features. Anyone paying attention would notice his hands clenching into tight fists at his side and a faint sneer appearing on his features. He seems to look away for a moment, mouthing words to himself with a visibly venomous tone before meeting the youth's gaze again, his left eye twitching.
Dec 25 01:46:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I'm reasonable. I don't hit on random strangers in a club.", is said in a rather balanced tone as bangs are smoothed back somewhat, though to no avail. "Have you ever killed someone?", is asked in the same, almost conversational manner. Yet, there's a dark taint to it. Something a little colder, a little sharper. A glint of wisdom within brilliant eyes and a maccabe sensation upon the mask of an angel.
Dec 25 01:55:31 :: (GC) Seth rposed: trannie, ya freak, what kind of man wears a fucking corset-type-thing anyway?"
Dec 25 02:06:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A passing glance is thrown to the bald-headed figure, little emotion or visible care within it. "Questions are ment to be asked. So much from so little." A shake of his head tosses a few drops of soda about, though for now the liquid seems to be forgotten. "So, if you haven't killed anyone, what would drive you to it then?", is asked in the same disturbingly conversational manner.
Dec 25 02:21:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Once more glancing between the four larger forms, the androgynous young man lets out the slightest whisper of a sigh, a sound almost bored in its tone and timbre. One hand rests lightly upon a narrow hip, fingers drumming lightly against the denim clad flesh. "There's nothing wrong with being gay I suppose. Wouldn't know myself.", is offered in a dull tone to the cigar-smoking scruffy figure, though the youth soon turns to look at the more thuggish form.
Dec 25 02:22:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Of corse you have. With or without a gun?" One brow begins to raise, though it falls quickly into a detached and neutral expression. "Without a gun would, of course, be more intimate. Speaking of which, have you ever been in love?" With this, the other hand moves to the youth's collarbone, pale fingertips dancing over it.
Dec 25 02:26:46 :: (GC) Seth rposed: rt.
Dec 25 02:46:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head tilting to the side in a rather questioning manner, the youth looks at the fleeting form with a keen and knowing eye. "Do come back...", is asked politely. Elegant neck righting itself, then craning somewhat to look into the crowd, he calls out in a soft and demure voice, "At least, answer my last question. It's perhaps the most simple in the world. Have you ever been in love?" Eyelids lower over brilliant eyes in an innocently coy manner, lashes brushing pale cheeks.
Dec 25 02:46:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The fingers upon his collar bone begin to trail slowly downwards to the buttons of his shirt. "If you answer this question, I'll answer one for you."
Dec 25 03:02:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean gaze shifting to look down at his own willowy form, the youth softly mutters, "I'm filthy.", in a rather flat tone. However, his eyes hold a true look of disgust, another slight shiver wracking his small frame. "I'm covered in soda." He blinks a few times, eyes seeming rather detached all of a sudden. "I can't think like this. I can't...be like this..." Voice trailing off, lips continue to move without sound as the willowy youth begins to walk, though his path is far from straight.
Dec 25 03:02:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Rather, his footfalls carry him in an ever-expanding spiral, eventually weaving his way into the crowd and disappearing into it.
Dec 25 13:27:02 :: (GC) Rothwell echoed: @YBanana!
Dec 25 13:35:50 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Three bikers stand outside a brick building, all three of them are loud and boystrus as they shout out obsanities to the people walking along. The kader is smoking a ciggar as he chuckles as what he sees
Dec 25 13:39:53 :: (GC) Nora rposed: A young man with chin length black hair walks down the sidewalk, a man bag tossed aross his shoulder. A long black trench coat is wrapped aroudn his body. His hands are tucked into his pockets. His eyes are staring down at the ground below.
Dec 25 13:47:34 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man lifts his head to look at the man in front of him. "I was merely thinking is all." His hands remain in his jacket pocket. His lithe form is slightly curved betraying his true height. His blue-grey eyes standing out due to the ring of eye liner around them.
Dec 25 13:55:50 :: (GC) Nora rposed: "I believe there are many forced in this world that we do not understand. I also believe there is more than one path in life." He stands and pulls up on the strap around his shoulder, readjusting the bag to rest on his form more comfortably. 
Dec 25 14:05:03 :: (GC) Nora rposed: "Ignorant! Lucifers symbol is an inverted pentagram..." He removes his long delicate hands from his jacket pocket. He checks a small watch strapped onto his wrist for the time, then replaces his hand in his pocket.
Dec 25 14:12:50 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man clutches the symbol between his fingers. "Its the holy symbol for the Wiccan religion..." He gives it a slight tug, snapping the cord from around his neck. He looks at the small silver symbol for a moment. "I really don't know why I wear it anymore."
Dec 25 14:18:53 :: (GC) Nora rposed: "Ignorant..." He whispers. He reaches back and ties the necklace back around his neck. "I don't worship anything... but Wiccans worship a goddess of the moon, along with other gods and goddesses."
Dec 25 14:27:05 :: (GC) Nora rposed: "I think you didn't hear me... I said I worship nothing at all." He stands to his full height, still shy of six feet. He pops his neck and shoulders in a rolling motion. "I care nothing for the gods..." He says waving at the sky.
Dec 25 14:31:29 :: (GC) Nora rposed: With a roll of his eyes the young man walks past the men, his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. His eyes once more looking down to the ground as he walks down the sidewalk.
Dec 25 15:36:35 :: (GC) Rothwell forced Nora to look
Dec 25 15:51:41 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The faint sound of pen against paper ceases and she looks up from her book at the words. "Is it? Oh..I'd lost track of time. Merry Christmas, then!" Her voice, by contrast, was as perky as it's owner...who had decided to use the bar as her personal perch once more.
Dec 25 15:53:39 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..It loses it's luster when you go 756 years without getting a present..", Gareth admits, pushing from his spot on the bed and moving over to the mirror and the sink. He fumbles around in the cabinet for a moment, before fishing out a make-up kit, and then resumes putting on the finer touches of his non-Englishman-esque mask of Gothemo design.
Dec 25 15:56:58 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Staring at Gareth, it wasn't his words as much as his current action that caused her to take on a disapproving expression. "Why in the name of all the Saints...are you trying to be an emo kid?" True confusion was evident in her tone.
Dec 25 15:59:44 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..That's what the Sabbat like to see. And they know my face. At least, most of them do. I'm a high-profile target, love..", Gareth speaks, taking the dark eyelining pen, and putting it to use, "..So I'd rather not be me when I go into their Haven. Reconnaisance and all. I have to make sure the Sabbat and the Anarchs aren't working together..".
Dec 25 16:02:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Ooookay! As long as it's not some weird vampiric version of a mid-life crisis. Because then I might worry." Her tone held a hint of dry humor to it. Shaking her head, she crossed her legs and leaned her elbows on it and placed her chin on her plam.
Dec 25 16:08:45 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Roll 'em again and lose 'em..", Gareth admits, having obviously caught Pelliden's expressive gesture (4 Successes), "..You should know by now that I have little compunction about removing things from people who can grow them back. Especially people who are taking refuge in my home..". That is all that is stated though, as the Englishman continues to don his artistic face covering.
Dec 25 16:09:30 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: When he doesn't get an answer from the man, showing off his terrible skill at intimidation, Adrien scoffs, pulling him off of the wall a bit and slamming him into it again, "..Don't go to sleep in the morning, Fucker..", he whispers, smiling in a horrible fashion, and then letting him go. The man turns around, and starts to walk from the club.
Dec 25 16:16:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Well, Pelliden. And I mean this with the utmost respect of an artist who is only exposing his own weakness in light of pointing out the strength in another. When you want something broke. You ask a Brujah. When you want something done with tact though, you get a Ventrue. I was actually surprised at the lack of physical prowess inherent in you. And then I learned you were a bombmaker, and..well, it all made sense..", the Englishman explains, smirking a bit, which is visible against the mirror's re
Dec 25 16:16:13 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) reflection, "..And no. I don't have to do it all. But I'm the only one up here putting on make-up..".
Dec 25 16:17:53 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: When Adrien hears this, he stops just a bit, but not in a shocked manner. Just in the manner of a man who is going to speak. A cigarette is fished out of his pocket, along with a cheap, plastic lighter, and after the thing is lit, and he's taken a nice and long drag, he exhales, "..Yeah. Maybe. Phosphorous rounds are helpful too. Just not until after you've used them..".
Dec 25 16:18:19 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "That's because it would be a true crime to cover such beauty with harsh layer of cake make-up." She would gesture grandly to her countance before smirking and kicking her legs slightly. "Now would the both of you please stop trying to get a rise out of each other?"
Dec 25 16:25:17 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: In the dim atmosphere of Club Hades, the glowing cherry of the cigarette casts a dull illumination over Adrien's face for all of a moment as he inhales it. With his words, come a cloud of thick, noxious smoke, "..Only when I need an answer. And an answer is what I need..", he admits, glancing at the woman out of the corner of his dark sights, before pushing past and heading for the door.
Dec 25 16:28:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Believe it or not. Sometimes, war requires a bit of make-up. I don't make the rules. I just follow 'em..", Gareth admits, doing a last touch with the pencil of black, before pausing, looking to Pelliden in the mirror, and then adding, "..Alright. Sometimes I do make the rules. I still follow them, though..".
Dec 25 16:34:26 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Clubbing. Is that what the kids are calling it, these nights..?", Gareth asks, tossing down the pencil and taking up a small, odd sponge, which he uses to blend and smear with, or whatever the girls do with those things, "..I guess I am. In a more dire sense of the word. It just wouldn't be appropriate to walk in there, though, looking all stuffed and fluffed. We'll call it undercover work..".
Dec 25 16:36:46 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The man in the brown bomber jacket steps out of Club Hades, and onto the sidewalk of North La Cienega Boulevard, becoming drenched in rain from the absolute downpour, the moment that he does. A small umbrella is whipped out, but when he puts it up, the water just pushes the skin from the metal frame, and breaks it. Grimace overtaking his face, Adrien curses, "..Fuck you too..", and tosses it to the side. With his cigarette no longer functioning, but still held tight between his lips, he starts to wa
Dec 25 16:36:53 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: (Cont.) walk off.
Dec 25 16:43:37 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Little squiggles? What the fuck are you talking about..?", Gareth asks, tossing the sponge into the sink. He leans in closer to the mirror, peering at himself, before adding, "..Such a lack of color. I don't know how the kids find this to be attractive. Is the general population getting uglier..?"/
Dec 25 16:46:38 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Hi," said to Pelliden before she'd lean down to give him a little kiss. Straightening again, she'd look over her shoulder and offer the Ventrue a simple response. "Yes."
Dec 25 16:50:04 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Well good. The uglier people get, the prettier I'll get. Feeding becomes easier, and I get to spend less time doing it, and more time with harassing people..", Gareth admits, seeming quite satisfied with that answer. He pulls a comb out of a drawer, and without further ado, begins an epic struggle of wills to best and tame his mahogany, rebellious curls of overbearing hair, attempting to straighten it.
Dec 25 16:53:20 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Hey! Nora was cute in that 'Abused and beaten puppy dog' sorta way!" She' cast a pout at Pelliden before frowning at Gareth. "Oh, for the... Get a straightening iron! That'll take all night." She'd go over to the Englishman and tug at a lock of his hair. "At least wet it first THEN maul it...sheesh! Who taught you hair styling!" And here..she REALLY sounded like a Torrie.
Dec 25 16:53:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Adrien Cross. Much cooler name. I don't know what sort of cracked out whore names her child Fox..", the man admits, allowing a look of disgust to cross his face as he realizes the cigarette isn't going to light at all. Tossing it to the ground, he grumbles something under his breath, before going on, "..MS-13 is a gang. Punk kids. More balls than brains. That sort of thing..".
Dec 25 16:56:52 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I suppose you can be as ugly as you want, if you have a supernatural girlfriend that can shove people through glass windows with her mind. I was actually thinking of investing in one. I'm unsure of whether the cash expenditure would really match the output from such an investment, though..", the English admits, with a look of honesty upon his make-up clad face. He seems to ignore the chastisting from the Toreador Poser.
Dec 25 16:59:31 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: That drew a grumble from her, and she'd glare at Gareth though as she was standing behind him it would be shown in the mirror. "Oh, I'll get that little tramp, don't you worry. But first thing's first! Do it right or I'll do it for you!" Perhaps she was being less Torrie and more simply female.
Dec 25 17:00:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Not a cop. Why? Worried about entrapment?", Adrien asks, with no actual curious tone to his voice at all, "..Just another citizen, doing his job to defend the poor and the weak, and all of that other bullshit. Sometimes people that aren't human, need to be shown that people who are human, won't take their shit..".
Dec 25 17:03:58 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Then do it. But don't hover around like a fashion buzzard, waiting to make the kill..", Gareth suggests, in a rather forced tone of politeness. The comb is tossed into the sink, and he just stands there, looking into the mirror, and musing to himself over something.
Dec 25 17:08:07 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Huffs at that and grabs him by the shoulders to turn him around. "Fine," She'd say with a measure of satisfaction. "Stay like that a moment then." That done, she'd fetch the comb and turn look around for a hair dryer, setting that up and putting it to the side before turning on the taps and giving his hair a light tug to indicate he should look up a moment. "And I'm not a buzzard, I'm more of a...actually, no. That was a fair analogy." And with that, she would carefully go about wetting then combing
Dec 25 17:08:11 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..We? I didn't realize that I had a partner. You have a stake in this..?", Adrien asks, not missing the chance to stick an obvious pun into his own, cynical sense of humor, "..Also. Why are you following me..?", he throws in, fishing around in his pocket for another cigarette.
Dec 25 17:08:20 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: cont - his hair, pulling it straight and then using the dryer to set it in place.
Dec 25 17:11:16 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You're not even a Toreador. When did you become the Queen of Fashion..?", Gareth asks, though his tone doesn't hold a curiousness to it at all. Instead, he just stands there, allowing himself to be violated and taken advantage of in the most terrible manner possible.
Dec 25 17:15:10 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Clicks her tongue at him though she continues what she's doing without change of pace or manner. "I'm a female, this is female fussing." Her response held a tone of someone stating the obvious. "If you plan to do this more often, you should really just pick up a straightening iron, you know. It'd go faster and holder longer. You should probably dye it as well." Glancing down to the counter, she'd fidget with what was there before plucking up some styling product and adding that to her treatment.
Dec 25 17:21:07 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. I think that's what I said the first time too. And now look at me. This ain't fuckin' Hawai'i..", Adrien admits, pulling a pack of cigarettes out, and frowning at it. It's emptied. With a scowl, he tosses it onto the street, grumbling, "..I need to make a pitstop..", he announces.
Dec 25 17:32:57 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I don't plan on doing this often, actually.  And I don't think it needs dye..", Gareth admits, rolling his shoulders into a light shrug, "..In fact, I plan to make it an actual goal to wear as little make-up as is possible in the next year. Call it a resolution..".
Dec 25 17:36:19 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Indeed," Came her simple response as she'd rake her fingers through his hair to give a bit of volume before quickly combing any flyaway strands down. "There, now you can go awe all the weird vampophiles at the goth club." She'd turn to wash her hands of styling product at that point.
Dec 25 17:41:08 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Indeed..", Gareth admits, using the same exact word as the woman had. Without a pause, he walks over to a drawer next to his bed, pulling it open and starting to arm himself with an assortment of small blades, strapping them to forearms, sides, and even the calves of his legs. As he does so, he speaks in a conversational tone, "..You two should really draw up plans for houses, or get a hotel. It's getting quite hard to work my woman with permanent guests..".
Dec 25 17:43:03 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Camel Wides..", Adrien suggests, before moving off to the back of the store, and allowing a hand to drag along a rack of liquor. After a moment, he pulls out a smaller bottle of the roughest stuff that he can find, Bacardi 151, and pockets it, before also taking out some Yukon Jack and mumbling, "..Gonna get cold tonight..".
Dec 25 17:44:22 :: (GC) Faristil gechoed: @mFaristil@c has left the game@n.
Dec 25 17:45:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I'm waiting on you to finish things off, remember?" She'd give him a look before drying her hands and then crossing back over to stand near Pelliden. 
Dec 25 17:48:07 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..That's what all of the women say..", Gareth admits, smirking to himself at that comment, and snatching his ankle-length coat of black leather from on the bed. Slipping into it, he muses for a moment, before crossing the room and heading for the elevator, "..It smells like lovesick, delusional puppies in here..". That said, he swipes his card, and just waits for the machine to accomodate him.
Dec 25 17:49:08 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The convenience store clerk only seems a little scared. Or perhaps, unsure.
Dec 25 17:52:11 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Shh, dear one. No antagonizing the painted man until my housing is ready." All said with a grin and a barely repressed giggle as she shook her head at Gareth.
Dec 25 17:57:55 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Yeah. No antagonizing the painted man at all. Some people forget that I'm the man who's sole job is just to kill vampires..", and with that, the Englishman steps into the now-open elevator, and allows it to close behind him. The silence after, is ominous.
Dec 25 18:07:11 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Go for it. You need one more than I do..", Adrien admits, smirking at Abe and eyeballing the kid with an honest, serious expression. He grabs the cigarettes from the counter, slamming them top of the package against his hand and packing them, even as he asks, "..Do you know this circus midget?", in a raw tone, to Aria, and out of the corner of his mouth.
Dec 25 18:10:38 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Huh?" A bit surprised, she wondered why the change in mien for such a simple request. "You're more than welcome, of course." She'd lean comfortably against him and give him a kiss on the cheek.
Dec 25 18:17:00 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'm watching it, Little Lord Fauntleroy. I've been watching since I was ten. Watching it get me into trouble..", Adrien admits, pulling a cigarette from the pack and sticking it between his lips. He also takes the Yukon Jack, offering the small bottle to Abe, "..Want a drink, kid? You seem to have more problems than I do. And that's not a good thing..".
Dec 25 18:25:35 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. It's a terrible habit. Worse than crack. Don't get into it..", Adrien explains, taking the bottle back from Abe, and slipping it into the other pocket of his jacket. Having finished with teaching life lessons to the child, the man turns back to Aria, "..Thanks for the killsticks..", and with that, he heads for the door of the convenience store again, and back into the downpour of rain.
Dec 25 18:31:10 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Dec 25 18:39:58 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: It's in silence that Adrien walks down North La Cienega Boulevard, seeming to calm a bit as he now has another cigarette to soothe his nerves with. After just a block or so, he stops on the sidewalk, rain-be-damned, and peers across the street, where an emptied warehouse is looming in the distance. The lock on the massive, sliding door, has been broken off.
Dec 25 18:51:10 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..This is the place. Smiles is supposed to be holed up in there. I don't know if he's got a pack with him. Or if he's just winging it. We're going to go and have a look-see, though..". Taking a step back and under an awning, he pulls a fairly large Mark XIX Desert Eagle from a holster beneath his jacket, gives it a quick once-over, and then puts it back, "..Gonna bubble-gum 'em to death, I assume?".
Dec 25 18:56:20 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Worse comes to worse, and I suppose that Smiles couldn't resist being assailed by a terrible tit-smite. Sometimes, there's just things that no gun can handle..", and without breaking a smile, or cracking a grin, or even showing any outward sign at all that he is joking, Adrien steps off of the sidewalk and into the rain again, splashing as little as possible in the water as he walks across the street and over to the massive door, putting a shoulder into it and nudging it open, just a bit.
Dec 25 19:13:51 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Don't be such a puss!", Adrien calls out, pulling a cigarette from his pocket (Yeah, another one!), and grasping it with his lips. The lighter is pulled up and flicked on, illuminating a small area of the warehouse for a brief moment, and when it's gone, there's just a glowing, red cherry, bouncing along in the growing darkness as he moves farther in, "..You know I ain't gonna hurt you, Smiles. I still owe you money, right?".
Dec 25 19:14:51 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There is a 'Whoosh' sound in the darkness. Just the sound. And then something metal clatters to the floor, causing a ruckus.
Dec 25 19:20:32 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..C'mon 'dawg'. We're 'homies' right, Smiles? I mean, I fucked your mom, right? I'm almost your fucking dad..", Adrien calls out, the sound of his voice echoing off of the darkened walls of the abandoned warehouse. He flicks on his lighter again, just long enough to show that his hand is still on his gun, and that he's not being assaulted, before dropping the place back into utter darkness again, "..So come on out for some father-son talk, eh? This is hurting me more than it's hurting you..".
Dec 25 19:21:59 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: In the darkness, right after the lighter goes out, steel clanging is heard again, followed by the ruffling and flapping of bird wings.
Dec 25 19:36:41 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The cherry on Adrien's cigarette glows brighter for a moment, illuminating his face, before fading again, this followed by the sound of exhaling. The cherry drops to the ground, hitting there, and is extinguished with the smashing of an unseen shoe. After a moment, he calls out, "..C'mon, Smiles. No harm, right? Are you hiding something from ole' Adrien..?".
Dec 25 19:37:55 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Most of the animal sounds die off, and a few pigeons can be seen exiting the warehouse via the crack in the door that everyone had come into. Shortly after, a massively louder 'Whooosh' can be heard, cutting wind across the entire warehouse.
Dec 25 19:49:28 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The moment that Adrien hits the lighter again and sparking it to life, the 'whoosh' sound is heard again, this time culminating into the form of a massive shadow that hits him right in the check, knocking the light source from his hand, and dropping all of you into darkness again. Muzzle flashes give brief glimpses of something landing on the ground, when Adrien fires at, or at least, in the general direction of the thing.
Dec 25 20:07:10 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Abe springs from his spot, and though he doesn't hit the thing, hitting the ground instead, his left hand does manage to get a tenuous grasp on the thin, bird-like leg of the beast. It pulls him across the floor as it steps forward, emitting a /clack/ sound as it snaps it's beak at Adrien, who's on his back. The muzzle fire from Adrien's gun show the current situation for a split second, as well as two tentacles of shadow snaking up from the ground itself. The beast makes a pissed off sound, and stom
Dec 25 20:07:24 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) stomps it's non-Abe'd foot.
Dec 25 20:24:18 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The massive beast-thing snaps a leg forward, breaking Abe's grip and sending him skidding across the cement floor for a few feet, before craning it's head downward and snapping it's beak with that clacking sound again. Adrien's muzzle fire illuminates the area again for a second, just long enough to show both his bullet striking the throat of the creature, and Aria's shadow-tentacle tripping it up, so that it falls forward.
Dec 25 20:42:37 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Three muffled shots ring out, as much as they can, from beneath the tripped bulk of the massive beast, punching holes through it's backside as the ammunition leaves exit wounds. The gunfire, obviously, is coming from two different guns. The creature writhes about, attempting to push to it's feet, though it stopped and pulled down on Adrien...again...as Aria's tentacles grasp it about the throat and constrict. In such a prone and wounded state, Abe has little problem with midget-diving over to it and 
Dec 25 20:43:01 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) and getting a hand on the beast, using his odd power to shatter some of the bones within it's frame. It screams, in a very distressed and bird-like fashion, and after a moment, stops struggling.
Dec 25 20:49:57 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The massive bulk of the bird-like thing twitches a bit, with nerves, and as it does so, two more shots fire from beneath it, going through and hitting the ceiling as well. The corpse shudders and rolls just a bit as Adrien crawls from beneath it, barely, and gasping for air with an, "..Aaaauughhgggg..", sound. After just two or three seconds of that, he pulls himself together to mumble, "..I need a smoke..".
Dec 25 21:03:38 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: As he pulls himself out just a bit father, Adrien shoots Abe a look and manages, "..Woah there, Rumplestiltskin. Smiles wouldn't approve..", with a wave of his hand. With most of his upper-torso given freedom now, he fishes a cigarette from his pocket and lights up, soothing himself upon the end of death incarnate. Even as he does so, the weight on his waist and legs grows lesser and lesser, the corpse shrinking down to take the form of a mutilated, 'seen better days' naked woman with black hair and
Dec 25 21:03:53 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: (Cont.) black hair and tanned skin, face down. The man shrieks a bit at this, and scrambles more from beneath the cadaver.
Dec 25 21:10:07 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Dec 25 21:18:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: From on top of a stack of crates, a set of red, glowing eyes flare to life, and in their glow, you can see a set of razor-sharp teeth, held in a wide and neurotic grin. The voice that is rendered, is not pleasant, "..No. I'm Smiles. That was Leslie, God bless her soul..".
Dec 25 21:19:39 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Stare..stare..stare.. She seemed to mostly be zoned out on some thought or other. However, she'd blink after the hug, seemingly snapped out of her reverie, and snatch up her ever-present notebook and quickly write a few things down before looking over watch him. "Enjoying having both arms back?"
Dec 25 21:20:27 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Yup." He continues to exercise as he talks. "You seem out of it, love."
Dec 25 21:24:35 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh?" She mused before nodding. "Maybe just a bit. This is a pretty place but it's lost its appeal." A few more notations were given to the book before she lifted her gaze to watch him once more. "I'm almost tempted to redecorate...but I don't think that would do much for my life expectancy."
Dec 25 21:25:49 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Double fist-fucking Christ!", Cross exclaims, scrambling around in the dark, and under the corpse, for one of his guns. He jerks it out, whipping it up and aiming it at the pair of illuminated, eerie sights, though just as he does so, both of them seem to snap out of reality, fading from sight as if they'd never been there in the first place.
Dec 25 21:30:26 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: With Aria's phone shut again, and cast back into darkness, Adrien fumbles about for his lighter, sparking it to life and setting a dull glow to the area. He aims his XIX down the length of the crates, and then around him, even as he pushes to his feet, "..Oh, you fucking coward. You're not making this any /easier/!".
Dec 25 21:34:34 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A thin-steel rack is bumped into, and falls over near the door. Aria doesn't turn in time to catch it, though Abe and Adrien both manage to glimpse the form of Smiles slipping out of the slit in the door of the warehouse, and into the night. Abe's never seen this man before.
Dec 25 21:34:43 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman's smile would only serve to confirm his statement. However, should he open it he would notice two distinctly different writing styles in it. One would be more familiar to him as it was the language of his homeland, though the pattern and usage was clearly wrong. One might think such a smart young woman would have better grammar. Unless, of course, it was a cypher.
Dec 25 21:36:48 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Cross grabs his other gun from the ground, shuddering a bit and growling out, "..Mother fucking Hell and Heartattacks..!", before tearing off across the room.
Dec 25 21:45:33 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: (Cont.) alcohol in his mouth. What a junkie.
Dec 25 21:49:15 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Unable to resist the urge NOT to..she would reply with perfect sincerity, "Indeed." Even nodding to emphasize the point. 
Dec 25 21:51:05 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Adrien catches a single drop of the golden liquid upon his tongue, before slapping a hand to his forehead and grunting in pain. Lacking any amount of grace at all, he drops the shard of glass to the ground, where it breaks up even more, and shortly after, collapses along with it, passing out against the street, in about four inches of running water, murmuring, "..My fuckin' head..".
Dec 25 21:56:28 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Lifting up and deftly opening it to the desired page in one motion, she'd turn it to him and state, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know my code could read like a love letter. This one, however, is." It was near the begining of the book and it was dated several years passed. Fliping more towards the middle she would show him another page. "This, on the other hand, is the proper way to hotwire a car."
Dec 25 22:01:30 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I'm an enigma, wrapped in a riddle, wrapped in overly expensive clothing. And Christmas really is a rather appropriate time to unwrap things isn't it?" Her tone was playful and light and she closed the book and set it to the side slightly. "I started this journal when I met Donovan..I don't think my darling mother would have liked what her daughter was learning. After that, it became a habit."
Dec 25 22:04:38 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Habit," She responded with a shrug. "I take down all my thoughts and the last thing I'd want would be, for example, a nosey Ventrue reading my diary."
Dec 25 22:10:31 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Maybe!" She'd reply, sticking her tongue out at him in response.
Dec 25 22:21:45 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Dec 25 22:27:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "You always win the staring contest if you eat the eyes," She'd say with mock threat..tone indicating a quote. "So don't tempt me! They're rather pretty, after all." With that, she'd very lightly nip at the tip of his nose.
Dec 25 22:30:13 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oho! Was that a challenge?" Her grin grew a bit wider and she'd slowly lean in closer..
Dec 25 22:31:07 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Nope- it was a fact." He leans into kiss her- partly because he wants to, and partly to keep her mouth away from his eyes.
Dec 25 22:35:14 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Who the hell would date him though? He's so insufferable..." Making a face at the thought while moving one hand to trace little patterns across the pinned man's chest.
Dec 25 22:39:07 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: (Cont.) alcohol in his mouth. What a junkie.
Dec 25 22:39:24 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Adrien catches a single drop of the golden liquid upon his tongue, before slapping a hand to his forehead and grunting in pain. Lacking any amount of grace at all, he drops the shard of glass to the ground, where it breaks up even more, and shortly after, collapses along with it, passing out against the street, in about four inches of running water, murmuring, "..My fuckin' head..".
Dec 25 22:46:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Those two have perhaps been friends for too long is all," She'd reply leaning an elbow to either side of his neck and lacing her fingers before leaning her chin atop her linked fingers. "They start to reminisce if you let them..."
Dec 25 22:50:09 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "They make it sound fun though, more like a fantasy story than a hideous, bloody war that spanned ages..." she'd muse while looking down to him. "I would definitely have been a high noble of some sort back then, don't you think?"
Dec 25 22:54:33 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Dragged from the water, Adrien makes a wet, gurgled, "..Huh..M..M--..Monke..wha?", sound, before clambering to his feet in a grogged-out, slow manner. He reaches up, touching at the spot of blood on his forehead, and grumbles, allowing the rain the soak him through, no more than the water has, and half-glaring back and forth down the street. Having regained a bit, he kicks at the water, "..Fucking Romanized Christ Asshole..". And then starts to walk off down the street, in the middle of it.
Dec 25 23:11:59 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The occultist stops in his tracks, spinning about in the rain. True to his aura, he seems to be pissed off, "..I'm going home. I've been mangled, tricked, crushed, half-drowned, cockteased, chastised, and generally tormented enough, for one night. If you don't get the drop on Smiles, it's all downhill from there, babe. Best to have another go at it on another night..", and grimacing at this, he watches her for a moment, perhaps for a response.
Dec 25 23:13:56 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "Scare me like that!" He looks up at her with a tired exhalation. "Bad enough I've got to worry about you bein' the apple of every man's eye..."
Dec 25 23:16:26 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Laughing, she would once more shake her head in amusement before murmuring a reply, "Oh, you worry too much... You need a bit more fun in your life, I think. Maybe I _should_ slather makeup all over you and take you out clubbing after all." 
Dec 25 23:19:09 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh? What makes you say that?" Nipping idly at his shoulder as she waited for his response.
Dec 25 23:21:44 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Aww...! You make me sound like such a horrible person. I think I might decide to be offended." Pulling away slightly, he would catch a faily sulky expression and a heavy pout.
Dec 25 23:28:34 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Cross shudders a bit at the feel of Abe, doing whatever to his face. He grabs the wrist of the kid, and pulls back, at just about the time that he is finished, "..So unnatural..", he mutters, before stumbling to his feet again. He reaches up, touching at his face, and shuddering again, before waving Aria off, "..Welcome to Crossland. The weird shit train is scheduled, daily..", and with that, he turns and stalks off through the rain, hands still on his face.
Dec 25 23:29:11 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Well," And with that, she would plant her hands on the ground and brace herself up slightly to look at him better from the slight distance. "I do. It's because you're too tightly wound sometimes. I suppose that comes with the occupation though."
Dec 25 23:39:21 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "...I'll admit I'm irritable, but it ain't all my fault." He pulls her down, off of her arms. "That can't be comfortable."
Dec 25 23:46:50 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: He wraps his arms around her, squeezing her a little. "How's this for tightly wound, huh?" His voice holds a playful chuckle.
Dec 25 23:48:14 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, well I don't think I mind this at all, to be honest." She would return with a smile before laying her head against his shoulder and caressing the opposite side of his face with one hand. 
Dec 26 00:03:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Sometimes I'm false. Part and parcel of the whole 'Pretend to be a Cammie' thing, remember?" was her simple reply.
Dec 26 00:04:56 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "But I knew you before...you still feel the need t'lie to me?" he seems a little hurt in his confusion.
Dec 26 00:07:42 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "With holding certain truths isn't lying, dear heart." She would admonish in the manner of one giving out a life lesson.
Dec 26 00:12:21 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The smile she gave to him was a patient one, the woman displayed remarkable amounts of the virtue when not under excessive duress. "Pelliden, sometimes we with hold things from those we love to keep them safe. If they don't know then people can't go after them for it. If can't be scanned from a mind or forced out through the power of the blood..."
Dec 26 00:15:16 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "There is always a risk. We've cheated death, after all. And she, or he...it, is a rather jealous creature. Every moment must be a calculated movement if we are to live to see centuries pass." Her tone grew a bit detached in the manner of one whose thoughts have wandered into philosophical esoterics.
Dec 26 00:55:30 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Grabs Pelliden's jaw and holds him in place as she leans in and kisses him deeply, shivering under the feel of his nails along her back. Her other hand twines into his hair almost as if to hold him in place.
Dec 26 00:58:29 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The elevator -dings- and slides open, as Gareth steps in, still clad in his confusing cross between goth and emo. He walks past the pair, speaking in his polite, British tone, "...I'm going to make a fortune selling those tapes. I'll need to think of a catching title..". He goes over to the mirror, wetting a washcloth, and starting to scrub at his face.
Dec 26 01:02:46 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I don't care for television. Between sex, and watching houseguests get all romantic...and killing people, I keep a filled schedule. If you're going to do it, at least be a man and put her against the wall. Double Fist Fucking Christ, chap..", Gareth explains, all of this spoken in a polite, conversational tone as he removes the disguise from his face.
Dec 26 01:02:55 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Her hand at Pelliden's jaw would turn to lovingly stroke his cheek as she looked up at Gareth and offered, "I could make it a bit spicier if you're that bored...but I'm afraid I'd need to insist on at least sixty percent of the profits and cost of admission for yourself."
Dec 26 01:06:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I don't know what's more weird, Pelliden..", Gareth suggests, allowing his black makeup to flick into a wicked grin, which is seen in the mirror, "..Whether a voyeur in make-up just told you how to have sex with a woman, or whether a voyeur in make-up /needed/ to tell you how to have sex with a woman..". That said, he begins to rub the makeup from his mouth.
Dec 26 01:09:02 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: This drew a groan from her as they bickering began. She would pull away from Pelliden and move to lean up against the nearest wall shaking her head in exasperation..mood utterly ruined anyway.
Dec 26 01:15:39 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..And considering that I'm the weird one here, imagine what that must make the person that /I'm/ calling weird..", Gareth admits, ignoring Leannan's overdramatic female moment. He tosses the make-up stained rag into the sink, examining his handsome, flawless face for a moment, before walking over to his armoire, and digging through it for sleepwear, "..Sortie? Well. That was fun. Those Sabbat sure can dance. I had a few offers to join, but I wasn't really in the mood..", he muses.
Dec 26 01:18:07 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "How how direly we missed thee..." She would offer in a slow drawl, quite clearly sulking. But she was, after all, female. And therefore allowed these moments..as public drama tended to assuage the ego enough to avoid private and spiteful drama that women were so very fond of. Wrinkling up her nose a bit, she drew her knees up to her chest and crossed her arms atop them before laying her head against her forearms.
Dec 26 01:20:24 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "...Sortie- means mission, from the French 'to go out'. Other than offers to dance, your Weirdness, did you glean any useful info?" He looks over at Leannan, wondering what, exactly, he was supposed to do about this particular kind of upset.
Dec 26 01:22:26 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Never one to let a passive-aggressive jab go without a likeness of the same, the Scourge strips out of his shirt, and pulls out a sleepshirt from the armoire, "..You lie with such grace, Miss Leannan. It's the blood curse of the Ravnos, but I'm sure that you know that. Lies, theft, diablerie, blackmail, manipulation. As sure as a Brujah has the composure of a rhinocerous..". Gareth drops his pants, right there, and changes into nightpants, "..I know what Sortie means. I've lived in France. And yes, 
Dec 26 01:22:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) I did..".
Dec 26 01:26:35 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Her only response was a rather gentle smile given to the Englishman, though the arctic cast to her emerald gaze indicated feelings quite to the opposite. "We are beings of many talents and facets, one can hardly expect outsiders to know more than the rumors spread by those who are jealous."
Dec 26 01:31:23 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..No rumors here. I've known Ravnos, close and personal, since before you were even born, much less Embraced. My Childer was a Ravnos. And his Childer was a Ravnos. Truth be told, I'm the only Ventrue of the Winchester line. Check the facts at some point. I think you'll be surprised..", the Englishman explains to Leannan, before walking over to his bed, and pulling back the covers. In another calm tone, he adds, "..An interesting fact about owing a life boon to another, Pelliden. You don't even hav
Dec 26 01:31:41 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) have to reciprocate in kind. Were I to walk up in Elysium, and take your head, as opposed to your arm, none would bat a lash. Those facts can be checked as well..". And never frowning, nor smiling, nor showing expression at all, he fluffs his pillows a bit.
Dec 26 01:34:20 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: For her part, the woman continued to give that deceptively soft smile that was rather trademark of a deep anger. However, she said nothing to this, only watching the Englishman in silence.
Dec 26 01:37:16 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..No? It's not how I was raised at all. I was raised with nothing. Now I have more than most could imagine. And thus, I use it. I have a dick. I use it. I can be a dick. I use it. I have resources, and indeed, I do use them. Mostly to benefit people like you, Pelliden, who continue to show me disrepect, both to my face and behind my back..", the Ventrue points out, fluffing his other pillow, "..At least I badmouth you to your face. And no, my girlfriend isn't on my payroll. Which, I suppose, gives 
Dec 26 01:37:27 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) her and advantage over you..".
Dec 26 01:45:22 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..If it involves doing so when I'm not present, then yes, it is. A death threat is just a death threat. I leave them pinned to Gabriel's desk all of the time. He doesn't run amok and take shelter in my haven, and then speak ill of me while I'm gone. Usually it is settled with swords. Like men. As people did during the Crusades!", Gareth points out, before bringing up a hand and stroking at his chin,, looking at Pelliden, "..Perhaps that is the problem. You just have no real outlet for all of that b
Dec 26 01:45:36 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: (Cont.) bottled, self-contained angst to go. You should take up the sword. Or Yoga. Either are quite invigorating. Getting chopped in half puts the world in a nice perspective. Failing that, bending in half can do the same..".
Dec 26 01:48:22 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Yeah. I can do that. Perhaps on the eve of the morrow. The sun is coming up, for now. She is swift, and I care little to feel her kiss. I burn easily. I'm paper. Really..", and with a clap, the lights go out, all of them, minus the backlighting of the bar. It's seconds before he's in bed, under his posh comforter.
Dec 26 01:54:43 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: She almost pulled away, and he would be able to feel it in the way her hand tensed and flexed for a moment..however, a low sigh would be given and she'd hold tightly onto his hand instead. Her post hadn't really changed, she still stared at the sleeping form of the pompous Englishman though the dark concealed the dire look in her gaze  now.
Dec 26 02:00:26 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Getting to her feet, she would pull him with her and lead him over to the bar where it was at least a bit illuminated. Her countance was passive and relatively blank of expression as she took a seat behind the bar itself on the floor of the kitchen area, trying to put as much space between herself and the source of her consternation as possible.
Dec 26 02:02:41 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Remaining wordless still, she would simply look at him for a moment with that same peculiarly blank expression before closing her eyes and leaning against his side, pulling his arm across her shoulders.
Dec 26 02:16:12 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: At first she wouldn't say anything..in a fairly pointed manner.. However, soon she tipped her head up to press her lips just against his ear and faintly whisper an answer to him, "I do believe I hate that prat."
Dec 26 02:23:46 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Though she didn't really believe that, his presence and the effort were appreciated and she hugged him a bit tighter in silent thanks.
Dec 26 02:46:10 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Though she looked a bit startled at first, she quickly caught onto what he was about and looked over to read it. Grinning faintly, she took it back and wrote a response in her neat, tiny handwriting, "Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough."
Dec 26 03:07:16 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: "You mean axe-on type." This one is accompanied by a stick prince with an outsized hatchet.
Dec 26 03:15:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Waiting for him to finish, she would take the book and look at it got a long moment, a curious expression her face...wistful and almost sad. But, she would close the book and give him a soft smile before leaning in to kiss him all the while pulling his arms around herself. Breaking the kiss she would softly whispers, "Stay by my side..." Before curling up against him.
Dec 26 20:13:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe door to the old-styled establishment creaks slowly open as a hispanic man dressed in a conservative black suit steps in, hands slipped into the pockets of his black trenchcoat. He closes the door behind him, glancing around for a moment as the dim lighting dances over his shaved head, illuminating the black hand printed there. The man straightens his tie before walking towards the bar, his movements graceful and dexterous.@W
Dec 26 20:16:47 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Ye Olde Triangle is a gathering of the old and the drunk, usually, all of whom get together and share pints of beer and stories from their lives. Despite the general miasma of cheeriness that seems to pervade the whole of this place, one man sits off alone, down at the end of the bar, and at least several spaces from any other person. In front of him are two things: A bottle of Budweiser, and a silver flask.
Dec 26 20:20:21 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe bald hispanic man takes his stool at the bar, like a hawk perching on a summit. He hardly looks comfortably, head lowered slightly, eyes shadowed by the effect of the lighting on the back of his skull. "@rRum and coke.@D" He mumbles to the bartender, and in a quick movement he turns his torso to eye the occupants of the bar. After this is done he turns back and awaits his drink, glancing to his left and right now and then.@W
Dec 26 20:26:34 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..hand that wields the flask.
Dec 26 20:28:22 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man looks down the bar without any particular interest on his features. He raises the rum and coke to his lips, his dark eyes peering over the rim of the cup to watch the struggle of the whiskey man.@W
Dec 26 20:40:51 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe well-dressed hispanic replaces the drink glass to the bartop, before leaning back with a soft sigh. His fingertips drum lightly on the edge of the bar, as his dark eyes shoot around the room, seemingly analyzing the people and interior.@W
Dec 26 20:57:19 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's dark, cold eyes finally fall on the red-slicked child, and his eyes narrow as his nostrils flare. He examines the kid more closely, before speaking up in a sullen voice. "@RYou should go home, child.@D"@W
Dec 26 21:02:49 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I..uh. Yeah, sure. Let's get goin'..", Adrien admits, seeming confused, but far too proud to admit as much, or perhaps, too stubborn.
Dec 26 21:05:06 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I..uh. Yeah, sure. Let's get goin'..", Adrien admits, seeming confused, but far too proud to admit as much, or perhaps, too stubborn. He takes the half-emptied bottle of Budweiser and slips it into the other pocket of his jacket, without a lid, before heading in the direction of the door, "..We gotta get this kid a shirt..". He's on a mission, now.
Dec 26 21:05:35 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suited hispanic man simply nods his head, his features becoming stoic as he turns back to face his drink. "@rBetter get that cut cleaned up, then.@D" The man raises the rum and coke to his lips, taking a small sip.@W
Dec 26 21:17:25 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe stone-faced hispanic doesn't respond to the insult, merely setting the drink down and rising from his stool. He moves towards the exit, although his mannerisms don't suggest he's following the other three. He reaches up, straightening his tie without emotion, while the rum and coke is left clinking in ice on the bar. He steps outside, walking across the street with an even pace, the ends of his black trenchcoat swaying about his form.@W
Dec 26 21:22:45 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Hanging on the streetsign still, Adrien just smirks, "..Yeah. That's it. Alcohol and Dickery. 'Bout sums it up..". He pushes himself upright again, taking the moment to make an attempt at gaining back his balance, and succeeding. After a few seconds of offering the expression of a man who is thinking through the fog of whiskey, he admits, "..I need some water. And that kid has got to get a shirt..".
Dec 26 21:24:00 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe bald-headed hispanic continues along, hands slipped into his pockets, expression darkened with shadows and stoicism.@W
Dec 26 21:31:24 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Too late to get a shirt. Water's free though..", Adrien admits, rubbing at his cheek with the palm of his hand, as if attempting to sober up a bit more, "..You guys stalkin' me?", he asks, and also muttering, "..God, I need to shave. I'm turnin' into Jesus Christ..". He starts off for the north.
Dec 26 21:31:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suited man stops under an overhang, standing still in the shadows of the building. His face is hidden, and the man's area of attention is indeterminable. His hands rest in the pockets of his slacks, while his tie swings lightly in the breeze.@W
Dec 26 21:42:57 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Tha's a threesome. Not a partnership..", Adrien mumbles, now heading up the street along with two other people trailing behind him. He fishes a cigarette out from the pocket of his shirt, nudging it up from the pack and pulling it out with his lips, before talking from a half-occupied mouth, "..I only drink when I smoke..". He lights it up, then, patting the flask in his pocket, and trudging forward amonsgt the streets.
Dec 26 21:48:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe fierce rumbling of the elevator is felt before heard, and soon the doors to the device slide open, permitting a well-dressed hispanic man to step into the room. He walks towards the collection of chairs and couches, his dark eyes sweeping the room for any familiar faces.@W
Dec 26 21:52:29 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Oh, I know alla 'bout him. He ain't human. I just don't think I'm going to be messin' with him until he's forgotten that I exist. Fucking vampire filth..", Adrien states, taking a long drag from the cigarette in his mouth, and allowing the trail of inevitable smoke to follow along. He stops as a corner vendor, after a moment though, and says to the man, "..Water..", before pulling out his wallet and digging through it.
Dec 26 22:02:30 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Gimme a hotdog, too. Mustard. Ketchup. Kraut. Relish. Onions. Mayo. Tomatoes. Jalapenos. Chili. Cheese. Leave the roaches out, please. Drizzle some Pepto Bismol on it too, if you got some..", Adrien admits, fishing out a twenty and handing it off to the man. He puts his wallet back, taking the water and having a long gulp from it. The cigarette, it seems, has wound up behind his ear, still lit. 
Dec 26 22:10:33 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien looks down at the hotdog with a mixture of terror, and a man who has just found out that he's won the lottery. Taking it from the vendor, he doesn't even collect his change, holding the weiner out at arm's length and leaning in to take a bite. He gets one, too, though half of the toppings fall off and onto the sidewalk. Even the pink mixture that is there. He leaves a trail of the stuff behind him.
Dec 26 22:20:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I chase vampires and werewolves for a living. I do it with a gun. If a fucking hotdog kills me, before something else, it'll be God's last little piddle upon my own miserable existence..", Adrien admits, quite loud enough for anyone on the street at this time of night to hear. He takes another bite out of the massive, heart-attack of a hotdog, again allowing several of the loose toppings to splatter all over the sidewalk. The burning cigarette is still behind his ear.
Dec 26 22:29:28 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You'd get over it. I didn't know that my sister's daughter was also my mother. Where'm I from? Arkansas?". Adrien doesn't seem to mourn the loss of his cigarette, so much as stuff the last bite of the hotdog into his mouth, not losing a single crumb from it this time. He does it right in Aria's face, stopping so that she can watch and not have to focus on walking backwards. With a hardened, victorious look, he proudly states, "..Mmghfrpmhp. Frmghphre aft fgughpht..". He seems to be already search
Dec 26 22:29:37 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ...searching for another cigarette.
Dec 26 22:36:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: After a minute or so of chewing in relative 'Om nom nom nom nom' silence, Adrien Cross speaks up again, "..No fucking piece of processed meat is going to kill me..", repeating what he'd mentioned before, while masticating on said nemesis. The man slips out of his jacket, taking a step back and dropping it onto Abe's shoulders, before taking back his spot, "..I never win. So that's nothing new..". That said and done, he does indeed, fish a new cigarette out and start searching for a lighter.
Dec 26 22:50:09 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Jus' wear it, and don't walk around naked. It's embarassing. All the ladies think I've got a kid or something..", Adrien murmurs, before adding in, "..Also! Don't tear it. That's a nice jacket, kid. You can give it to your kid, one day..". Having lit the cigarette, the man unbuttons each cuff on his white shirt, and starts to roll up the sleeves, "..I'm not a cop, either..", he says to Aria, "..I'm a private investigator. Cops keep their noses where they belong..".
Dec 26 22:54:33 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: What's that? OMGOSH, it's it's... no it couldn't be.  There IS NO BUSH WATCHING YOU!
Dec 26 22:56:26 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Calyce hugs you.
Dec 26 22:57:07 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Calyce nods.
Dec 26 22:59:08 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Calyce nods.  Let me know if you have some other things you cant get to as far as describing, I can work in something every couple of days.
Dec 26 23:01:09 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Calyce giggles.
Dec 26 23:01:31 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. We can get a place. I know a guy that knows a guy. That sort of thing..", Adrien admits, puffing on his cigarette with a fervor that is rare in men who have a wish to keep going in life. He continues on down North Highland, pointing, "..It's up here a bit..".
Dec 26 23:03:16 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Calyce nods.
Dec 26 23:03:41 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Calyce waves
Dec 26 23:04:39 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: EVERY. MOVE. WE. MAKE.
Dec 26 23:04:55 :: (GC) Nahi echoed: Test thingy!
Dec 26 23:05:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Test thingy denied! 
Dec 26 23:05:15 :: (GC) Nahi echoed: Test rebuttal!
Dec 26 23:05:17 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Came back positive fer aisz!
Dec 26 23:05:20 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Calyce throws up her hands and shouts, "Wheeeee!"
Dec 26 23:05:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: ...aids..
Dec 26 23:05:29 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: azn aids.
Dec 26 23:05:41 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Calyce thinks Endy is messin with us.
Dec 26 23:05:58 :: (GC) Nahi echoed: Nahi KNOWS everything is Endy's fault.
Dec 26 23:06:17 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: If you only knew... Calyce thinks.
Dec 26 23:06:44 :: (GC) Nahi echoed: Nahi knows too much already....like that one time with the llama and the two midg-...
Dec 26 23:06:55 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: AHAHAHAHAHAHA
Dec 26 23:09:34 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Cal giggles
Dec 26 23:09:47 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Cal tackles and tickles Endy till he relents!
Dec 26 23:10:53 :: (GC) Nahi echoed: Nahi hands Calyce a Holy Hand Grenade for defense.
Dec 26 23:11:48 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: And thou shalt count to the number thrrrrreee!
Dec 26 23:12:33 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: One... two.... five! No no no no.
Dec 26 23:12:38 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: BOOM!
Dec 26 23:13:06 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Cal slobbers all over Endy and let's him up off the ground.
Dec 26 23:13:20 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: After looking around for a moment, Adrien feels confident enough to say, "..Someone who smokes pot. And likes science. And cartoons. And has a better maid than mine..". That said, he goes over to the refridgerator, opening it and peering in, before speaking to Abe, "..And it's not polite. But. The world sucks, and it's not a fair place. Remember that..".
Dec 26 23:25:34 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Calyce cringes, dodging a smite!
Dec 26 23:26:03 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Endymion smites Calice. Excellently so.
Dec 26 23:30:32 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Hey, babe. The demon bird with the bad breath was a new one on me, too. If /that/ ain't what you're talkin' about, then you better start talkin' English..", Adrien suggests, patting the flask in his pocket, and then taking another swig from the beer/whiskey mixture. He makes a terrible face after he swallows, like he's just been burned, then heads into the living room again. 
Dec 26 23:36:51 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Fuck. Do I look like a giant bird demon thing expert? I just shot the fucking thing. I didn't stop to interrogate it about it's current relationship with the insane man that had red glowing eyes.", Adrien points out, irritated in the slightest bit. He starts searching for another cigarette now. A habit that seems to occur during moments of irritation, or stress, or fear, or...breathing, "..Smiles isn't a good person. You know what he's got to do with me? He's a murderer. He kills people. For fun.
Dec 26 23:37:04 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..And he ain't human. All logic points to: Kill Him..".
Dec 26 23:45:04 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Taking another drink of his terrible mixture of death in a bottle, Adrien grins a bit, a wolfish look upon his otherwise average face, "..He helped. He didn't kill. He kills someone that don't need killin' though, and don't think I won't stop it..". Walking over to Abe, the expression still on his face, he ruffles the kid's hair, "..Ain't that right, kiddo? You become a murdering menace, and I've got a bullet for you too. Half-sized bullet..", speaking that in a goochie-goo voice, before making his 
Dec 26 23:45:19 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..his way back to the living room, and Aria, "..I'm not stupid. Just drunk. Humans get pushed around a lot. Someone has to push back.".
Dec 26 23:55:50 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Kid. The only nightmares I have are when I stop drinking. And I prefer it that way..", Adrien admits, tossing up his bottle in a gesture of an invisible 'Cheers', before downing the rest of the contents, "..You don't think I'll last long? Tell it to God. Or the Devil. Whatever big fuck is pulling the strings. I've got the scissors to loan 'em..".
Dec 27 00:07:55 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Oh. There's a God. Trust me. I don't like the fucker, but he's there, with his fucking miscroscope and tweezers, givithing and taking awayething. There's good, and there's evil. All of that archaic bullshit that people tend to ignore of blur these days..", Adrien admits, letting the bottle drop to the floor, before looking at the wall, "..And yeah. Why /are/ you trying? As far as I know, you're some broad that followed me out of the bar, and just never went home again. I don't even know your fuck
Dec 27 00:08:02 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..ing name!".
Dec 27 00:18:46 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Abe's a dime in my book, dollface. I haven't seen him kill a kid. Or some woman off the street. Or rape a dog. Or whatever else those fucked up fucks are doing these nights. n'Fact, all I've seen him do is help me, d'spite all of the shit I talk to his face. He jus' talks it back, though. So, until I see something terrible, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to let him live..", Adrien admits, folding his arms over his chest, and looking to Abe, "..You go feral on me, kid, and I'm takin' that fucki
Dec 27 00:18:55 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..fucking jacket back..".
Dec 27 00:25:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'
Dec 27 00:29:36 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'm a private dick. With emphasis on the dick. If I had a fucking friend to run off and whisper girl-secrets with, I probably wouldn't know about Abe in the first place. Trust me. It's not my life goal to run around getting the holy living hell scared out of me every night, and then spending the rest of the time drinking the memories off. I don't get some weird, sick thrill out of it..", Adrien explains, but then stops himself, not even realizing where he was going with that, "..I know what I nee
Dec 27 00:29:49 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..need to know about Smiles. You see the fucker, you give me a call. I've got a Dragon's Breath round with his fucking name written all over it. Twice..".
Dec 27 00:35:36 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Ever abrasive, Adrien Cross calls out, "..Fuck you, Abe! Come back with stilts and say that to my face!". His voice is probably heard as the pair exit down the hall. Much quieter, he rubs his face, and under his eyes, "..Midget's right. I need sleep. And a shave..", before leaving as well.
Dec 27 02:37:20 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Dec 27 11:44:23 :: (GC) Rothwell echoed: The small ball smiles, its mouth filled with thousands of razor sharp teeth.
Dec 27 11:44:47 :: (GC) Christian rposed: Mortal Kombat music starts up in the background.
Dec 27 11:46:08 :: (GC) Rothwell forced Christian to ooc I have been defeated by Fuzzy the God of Hugs!
Dec 27 11:46:46 :: (GC) Rothwell forced Christian to ooc I ment that last comment about myself.
Dec 27 11:47:07 :: (GC) Rothwell forced Christian to ooc I ment that last comment about myself.
Dec 27 11:49:48 :: (GC) Rothwell forced Christian to pose is knocked back agianst a tree by a powerful force push from fuzzy.
Dec 27 11:51:22 :: (GC) Rothwell echoed: Fuzzy chomps down on christians head with thousands of teeth.
Dec 27 11:52:36 :: (GC) Rothwell snoops Christian
Dec 27 11:54:08 :: (GC) Rothwell forced Christian to title @BMoore, @cKnight of the Court of the Nine Moons. Follower of the Dark Queen
Dec 27 11:55:32 :: (GC) Rothwell stops snooping
Dec 27 17:40:21 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "..." Unsure of what to say initially, she just stared at him for a long moment before laughing and pouncing him. His reward for the rather egotistical comment would be several quick nips along the length of his neck.
Dec 27 18:11:11 :: (GC) Pelliden rposed: More reflex than thought, he slides Leannan off of his legs, standing up abruptly. "Right, where to?"
Dec 27 18:51:10 :: (GC) Rothwell gechoed: Pelliden is damned to be forever hugged by Fuzzy the God of Hugs.
Dec 27 18:52:12 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Siol cackles and wraps the fuzzball in barbed wire.
Dec 27 18:53:00 :: (GC) Rothwell gechoed: The god of hugs smiles upon Pelliden, His mouth filled with thousands of razor sharp teeth.
Dec 27 19:23:59 :: (GC) Rothwell echoed: Fuzzy the God of Hugs, Hugs Aria.
Dec 27 22:55:08 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Sitting on a bench on the sidewalk of Santa Monica Boulevard, Adrien Cross is having a fine go with a newspapers, which he has stretched out before him, and is reading. It's the latest edition of the Los Angeles Inquisitor. A cigarette burns, pressed idly between his lips, and a silver flask is set on the bench next to him, opened.
Dec 27 23:08:02 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I don't know. That's the question, though..", Adrien admits, not even bothering to check on whoever it is that he is speaking to. He leans in a bit closer to the newspaper, before speaking out of one corner of his mouth, "..Seven headed child consumes oil tanker. That might be one to check out..". An inhaling sound is heard, as the cherry on his cigarette glows brighter, before his head is enveloped in a thick cloud of smoke.
Dec 27 23:17:08 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..If I was following you, and you knew it, I would be a terrible investigator, wouldn't I?", Adrien admits, lifting the cigarette from his lips and tucking it behind his ear just long enough to have a swig from his silver flask of delicious Jack Daniels, before replacing them both from whence they came, "..Club Crank, huh? I didn't know you were still twelve..".
Dec 27 23:25:39 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Of course not. Just like the rest of the inbred, misguided youth that goes in there to be hip, awesome, and fo-rizzle, dawg..", Adrien admits. These last words sound quite odd coming from him. He's just too old to use them, "..Keeping out of trouble..?", he then nudges, abusing his cigarette with another inhalation of air.
Dec 27 23:30:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A willowy form wanders the streets with casual ease, cerulean eyes glancing from person to person in a vaguely curious, yet feral manner. Long, easy strides carry the youthful form past the window of the pizza place, gaze scanning the patrons with mild interest. Steps slow, however, at the smaller figure seated on the curb is noticed. Pale hands slip casually into the pockets of jeans, one retrieving a white handkerchief, and the other a small pendent on a chain. A pale brow is raised slightly, foll
Dec 27 23:31:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'm never drunk. I might be cheerful, from time to time, but never am I impaired past the point of functionality..", Adrien explains, giving the newspaper a bit of a shake, and peering at another article. In that same, distant tone, he reads, "..Man found with missing head. Werewolf indicated by victims. That might be worth checking out as well..".
Dec 27 23:31:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: followed by the soft sound of the clearing of a throat.
Dec 27 23:34:41 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..What, you've never heard of the Inquisitor? It's only the most comprehensive, up to date compilation of useful information to ever hit the streets of Los Angeles. Were you born in a cave? What a savage..", is spoken, as the unkempt man rolls his dark eyes. On this night, as on others, those same black circles are still set deep beneath them, showing his lack of sleep, "..I've been in here once or twice..".
Dec 27 23:39:21 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A dark smile plays upon full lips, tugging at the corners of the youth's mouth. A soft sound, somewhat akin to a menacing chuckle, is released through softly parting lips. "I was going to give you...something. Call it a game if you will." The tone is silky and feminine, naturally soft and quiet but with a cutting, silvery undertone. Heavy boots thud softly as a few more steps at taken towards the youth, placing both forms roughly two arm-length's apart. "Care to play?"
Dec 27 23:39:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'm not fragile. In fact, I'm about as hard-headed as they come, these nights. Also, chill out, sugartits. Don't go causing a scene like 'I'm your baby daddy' or some nonsense. Sense of humour, much..?", Adrien points out and suggests all at once. His newspaper is given another shake, before he begins to fold it up.
Dec 27 23:47:30 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Heh. You mean, you started?", Adrien asks, allowing a thin smirk to cross over his lips, "..Politeness is a dreadful waste of time. Manners, too. Also, all of that peace and love bullshit..". He takes the last drag from his cigarette, savoring it right up until the end, before dropping the butt into a trashcan without bothering to put it out, first, "..And I don't know. What are we doing, oh parasitic partner of mine? Slow night..".
Dec 27 23:51:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A broad, thin shoulder is shrugged gently, the movement casual. The youth's eyes meet with those of the boy's, honesty showing within them. "Well, it's rather simple in the end. And I assure you, I take nothing at face value.", is stated gently. Both arms are raised at the elbow, reaching out partially towards the boy. One hand loosely clutches the handkerchief, palm held upwards. Fingers unfurl from the other palm, revealing a small amulet in the shape of a dagger, handing from a long chain, both o
Dec 27 23:52:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: both of which look to be made of silver, glinting in the low lighting. "If you should allow me, I shall press this blade against your hand. All you must do is describe how it feels. For example, does it hurt, or burn. Perhaps you'll feel nothing at all."
Dec 27 23:56:57 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien arches a brow for a moment, before checking his watch out and grumbling, "..I would, but I have Alcoholics Anonymous at eleven, and it's almost ten now. And if I miss Alcoholics Anonymous, I won't be getting laid..". He watches Aria for a moment, perhaps pondering something, before looking down at the newspaper again, "..Eh. Fuck it. We can go and investigate. Just not long.".
Dec 28 00:02:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Long fingers curl around the pendent once more, the clutch lighter than before. A gentle sigh is exhaled by the youthful form, though no emotion touches the angelic visage. "Ma'am, you mean. Though, you may call me Morgan, as most others do." She pauses at this, a somewhat thoughtful look passing through her gaze. "I do have a brother. I suppose I should assume that you've met him as well." Arms are slowly retracted from the smaller figure, though they both remain bent at the elbow, arms pressed aga
Dec 28 00:02:49 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: arms pressed against her androgynous torso. "Reverend is a nickname I've picked up as well."
Dec 28 00:13:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Shaking her head softly, golden curls brush the youth's shoulders. "No, not the church. God is a primative explination at best, for things that the less gifted are unable to explain." A gentle, yet harsh laugh is released, silvery tone floating in the night air. Eyes break their gaze with the boy's for a moment as she looks down at herself, using the handkerchief to lightly brush invisible lint from her shirt. "And I'd hardly consider myself damned. I prefer...enlightened.
Dec 28 00:14:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "And I'd hardly consider myself damned. I prefer...enlightened.", is uttered gently, her eyes once more raising up to look into the boy's.
Dec 28 00:17:13 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..It's a gift. I can leap whole social and cultural barriers of grief and sadness, in a single bound..", Adrien admits, tossing the paper onto the sidewalk, in a litter-buggish manner, and pushing to his feet, "..We're going to Fairfax. The Four Winds. Slowly. I should invest in a car..". He starts to walk off, not waiting for his well-chested half. Already, his hands move in that tell-tale mannerism that would denote his search for another delicious cigarette.
Dec 28 00:18:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The hand holding the necklace lowers, casually slipping the item back into a denim pocket. "I suppose I shain't be in need of this now."
Dec 28 00:22:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The hand holding the necklace lowers, casually slipping the item back into a denim pocket. "I suppose I won't be in need of this now.", is more whispered than stated. Giving her jeans once last pat, her lithe arm extends politely towards the youth, a pale hand offered in an official manner. "Reverend Morgan, for now. Perhaps then, Abe, we'd be best to find a spot less open to prying eyes and curious ears?" A questioning look is given to the boy, though her neutral expression remains.
Dec 28 00:31:36 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Still holding a copy of a newspaper in her hand, the woman exited the elevator and cast her gaze about. Making a face at the hallway for some unknown reason, she would look through the mess of tape into the apartment. Spotting the man there, she cleared her throat once in case she was cop. "Hobby of yours?"
Dec 28 00:38:59 :: (GC) Endymion forced Siol to stat morgan
Dec 28 00:39:24 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Awesome, where can I grab a ticket?" Her response was immediate and not at all offended or flustered. Instead, she pushed the tape apart and stepped through to give the interior a once over, whistling softly and shaking her head. "Well, damn...aint this a scene." Fairly sure he wasn't a cop now, she would move around the interior, careful not to upset any of the marking and scanning the room for any that the actual investigations squad might have somehow missed.
Dec 28 00:39:30 :: (GC) Endymion forced Siol to stat morgan
Dec 28 00:44:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..All sold out, sugartits. You'll have to catch the next performance. It'll be called 'Strange Woman In Over Head'. You're auditioning now..". Adrien speaks this with the utmost lack of respect, but there is little to no malice in his words. Stoppering the vial, he slips it into his pocket, and in the same motions, he pulls a silver flask out, unscrewing the lid and taking a long swig from it, and then making that face that can only be made when you've got a terrible gum infection, and mouthwash wi
Dec 28 00:44:20 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..with whiskey.
Dec 28 00:45:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Footfalls absorbed by the grass and dirt path, the willowy youth glances around with caution and suspicion, walking into a small and secluded area. Pale hands rest against denim-clad thighs, long fingers drumming against her jeans. "Hmm, I suppose this should do for now." Nodding slightly, she straightens her shoulders and her already ridged posture takes on a more official air. "Now then, I am Reverend Morgan, blood of Obertus and Child of the Dragon. Priestess of the Sword of Caine.", with these w
Dec 28 00:45:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: with these words, the youth offers a slight, formal bow at her waist.
Dec 28 00:47:42 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Smirking towards the man, she'd give an expressive roll of her eyes though she didn't expect him to honor her with her gaze. "Yeah, well...the only way to learn to swim is to drown for a bit. I'll break the surface, I'm sure. Thanks for the concern doll." Her last sentence sugary sweet and utterly filled with irritation at his condescention.
Dec 28 00:51:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A slight hint of fondness passes through Morgan's piercing, cerulean gaze, eyes sweeping his small form quickly. "Do you claim revenant heritage, or are you of kine vitae?" A pale brow raises slightly, though it soon drops into a mask of indifference once more. Fingers continue to tap against her thighs, the pressure slowly becoming visibly harder.
Dec 28 00:54:22 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I never was good at swimming..", Adrien admits, slipping the flask back into the pocket of his coat, and searching for a cigarette. Despite being in the middle of a crime scene, he lights up right then and there, his eyes rolling back into his head just a bit at the first, sweetest drag from the death-enhancer, "..Snoop around crime scenes much? This town isn't big enough for two weird fucks..".
Dec 28 01:02:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a slight nod of her head, almost disappointed in mannerism. "I suppose we cannot all be of choice stock and breeding. But I am glad to know that I am not the only one of our clan within the hollow walls of this rancid place. There are other names you should learn in time. Though, for now, they shall only be known to me. Within a contested place, caution is of utmost importance." A darker sense shrouds her willowy form now, eyes narrowing visibly.
Dec 28 01:02:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Leaning in closer to the boy, she hisses through clenched teeth, "I hope your words are not found to be fictitious."
Dec 28 01:03:47 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: She, however, had the decency not to smoke in a crime scene. A smirk was given to the man as she leaned down to study the outline of the two bodies together. "From time to time. When the dogs start barkin, I come round and see what all the fuss is about. Keeps life from gettin dull..." She'd say with a shrug, hooking her thumbs in the pockets of her jeans.
Dec 28 01:07:55 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..No dogs barking here, I can assure you of that, m'am. Looks more like they were tearing the kitchen sink out and clubbing people to death with it. You don't happen to believe in werewolves, do you?", Adrien asks, depositing his cigarette behind his ear, still lit, and pulling a thin, silver wire from within his pocket. This, he begins to wrap around his knuckles, weapon-style, "..Well, I guess it doesn't matter..", and with that, he starts for the kitchen.
Dec 28 01:11:37 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "It's amazing what one will believe in given enough enough, doll." She commented as he watched him with the wire. That earned a quirk of her brow and then a light shrug. "Going huntin' for supernatural badboys then?" One hand settled against her hip while the other tapped against her thigh. He was starting to come off as mildly unhinged so she was sure to keep as much distance between him and herself as possible under the guise of examining one of the larger examples of claw marking.
Dec 28 01:19:50 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You'd be surprised, lady..", Adrien murmurs to himself, walking over to the spot where the sink was torn from the counter. Silver wire still wrapped around his hand, he pulls the cigarette from behind his ear, sucks on it again, and leaves it this time, dangling from between his lips, "..The human mind is a fragile piece of shit. We make excuses for what we can't explain. Anything to keep our own little world all nice and perfect..".
Dec 28 01:23:44 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "If standing in a reeking apartment with an abrasive git talking about werewolves when the walls have been...mauled...is my perfect world... I must be one fucked up bitch!" Her contribution to the conversation was delivered in the manner of a person ticking items from a list. Crossing her arms behind her back, between her shirt and the duster she wore, she would turn to watch him carefully once more.
Dec 28 01:25:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I'm afraid that my Templar is away at the moment. Normally, he is at my side. As is this." Lifting one hand from upon her thigh, the arm bends at the elbow and rises to beside her ribs. With a few deft motions of her wrist and nimble fingers, her shirt is lifted up to reveal a bodice. Pulling aside the lacings, a smooth plane of alabaster flesh is revealed. Lifting her other arm now, is crosses her androgynous torso to push at the skin, a small pocket of flesh exposed. Beneath it is the crest of Cl
Dec 28 01:26:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: the crest of Clan Tzimisce, entwined with the sign of the Sabbat.
Dec 28 01:27:28 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Maybe you are. Who'm I to judge, right?", Adrien points out, running a fingertip over one of the claw marks that mar the once-beautiful finish on the countertop, "..Besides. What fucking else do you think did this? Rough sex?", and with that, he heads back into the living room, trailing a cloud of white smoke along behind him. After a moment, he drops the cigarette onto the carpet, and crushes it with his foot, leaving it there.
Dec 28 01:34:12 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Rough orgy, more like." She'd retort with a chuckle. His manner didn't seem to bother her too much and she wasn't denouncing him as a freak. What WAS wrong with her? "And that jus' begs the question...the hell do you think you'll find here and what would you do about it if it was some shapeshifting nightmare?"
Dec 28 01:40:56 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Well. I think I'll find some evidence that might point to whoever did this..", Adrien explains, reaching for another cigarette now, despite the fact that he just put one out, not seconds before, "..And, when it does turn out to be some shapeshifting asshole. Well. I've got a few things to handle shapeshifting assholes, lady..". Forgetting about his cigarette for a moment, he stares at a particular section of the carpet, before going, "..Mmhmm..", and dropping down onto his stomach. Tweezers are p
Dec 28 01:41:09 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..Tweezers are pulled from his pocket, and with them, he pulls a small brown hair up from the carpet.
Dec 28 01:45:02 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Your sight must be creepy-sharp," She commented as she watched him all but fall to the floor to snatch up his little prize. "So you're a freelance do-gooder then? What a relief, I was starting to think you were just some tabloid junkie." Whether she was serious or not was hard to discern as the words were delivered in an even drawl.
Dec 28 01:47:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Do-gooder? No. I just have a habit of poking my nose where it doesn't go. It's not my fault that it's usually in dark corners where bad shit hangs out. It also happens to be all of the bad shit that does bad things. Their fault..", Adrien murmurs, all quite matter-of-fact. In order of importance, he lights his cigarette, and then pulls out the vial with the flakes of blood, unstoppering it and putting the hair in.
Dec 28 01:51:55 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Cataline: 1, Endymion: 0
Dec 28 01:52:17 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Siol's Spelling: 0, Endymion's: 1
Dec 28 01:52:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Casual, yet sporadic footfall can be heard in the hallway, the thudding sound somewhat muffled by the heavy soles of platform boots. Slowly, a willowy form can be see, very much androgynous in appearance. A cerulean gaze scans the area with both caution and mild interest. Narrow hips sway softly with each step taken, and lithe arms are wrapped about the youthful figure's chest.
Dec 28 01:53:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Angelic features hold no emotion, both passive and detached in their expression. A hint of recognition flits through the youth's eyes upon seeing the man, but nothing else suggests any familiarity.
Dec 28 01:56:53 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: A glance over her shoulder brought the new arrival into view. The woman was clothed in black jeans, a red, collared v-neck vest and a black duster. Her hands were currently folded behind her back and hidden by the coat. She would rock back on her heels a moment as her gaze trailed over the person at the door. What the hell was its gender? She wondered, face scrunched into a confused expression for a moment before giving a shrug and looking back to the man. "Place is a regular hot spot, aint it? You 
Dec 28 01:59:39 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Stoppering the vial again, Adrien puts it back in his pocket, and in doing so, notices Morgan. With a wry smirk, he states, "..Well, if it isn't the shrieking siren himself..", and pushing to his feet, he scratches at his chin, "..Jesus titty-fucking crippled Christ on a crutch. I hope the LAPD is aware of how well police tape works. You make it a habit of reading the Inquisitor, too?".
Dec 28 02:06:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head tilting to the side slightly, the youthful form simply watches the man with a fixed gaze, both serene and piercing in nature. Golden curls spill over broad, thin shoulders from the slight motion, straight bangs obscuring finely drawn features. Full lips press together, letting out a soft puff of breath that blows hair off the youth's face. Long fingers gently stroke up and down upon androgynous sides, ghosting over the shirt's thin material.
Dec 28 02:14:17 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: In the silence that followed his question, she would mouth the word 'O-kay...' in an exaggerated manner. Before moving back towards the door. "Hey, look doll...it's been a blast and I'd love to invite you over to look after my small children..but I'm not much for the crowded party pad." Flicking off a two fingered salute to the man and giving the gender confused thing another strange look, she would once more duck through the tape and start off down the hall.
Dec 28 02:16:36 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Trust me. Those children aren't small at all..", Adrien admits, obviously not looking at the face of the woman. He has a distant gaze, as if remembering something, before snapping out of it again, "..Watch your back. You never know what might follow you home..". That's the last of his words of wisdom to the woman, before taking a moment to romance the small slice of death that is the cigarette cradled between his lips.
Dec 28 02:17:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gaze casually shifting away from the man for a moment, the youth's eyes turn to the woman, studying her carefully with an appraising look as she walks away. Elegant neck stretching slightly, the youth's head rights itself, facing the crime scene in an idle manner. Blinking once, long lashes brush against rounded cheeks in a lazy manner as arms unfold from about the youth's chest. Elbows rest easily against the slight dip of the youth's waist.
Dec 28 02:18:53 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "If you wanna come home with me, just ask...!" The words would echo back to his hearing as she strolled casually down the hall.
Dec 28 02:21:04 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Making it a point to tighten the silver wire that's been wrapped around his knuckles, in quite the noticeable way, he doesn't call back to the woman, but instead, his dark sights are turned to Morgan. Using just the side of his mouth that isn't occupied with removing ten years off his pesky lifespan, he asks, "..Come to scream at me s'more, Cinderella?".
Dec 28 02:28:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Feel free to fornicate.", is stated blandly, in a soft and quiet tone. Yet, the words are tinged with velvet that holds a masculine timber,  spilling from the youth's lips in a bland, almost bored fashion, gaze still focused upon the gruesome scene with a certain intent. There's a faint glint of dark pleasure within the pale depths of his eyes. One hand now trails slowly up and down the buttons of his shirt, toying with them from time to time. The other arm bends at the elbow, rising upwards so tha
Dec 28 02:28:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: so that long fingers can stroke the porcelain skin of the youth's neck.
Dec 28 02:32:46 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Trust me, I might if you weren't a man. And, of course, if lil' Adrien ever cooperated with me, these nights..", the man admits, that same smart-assed smirk still plastered to his face. He moves over to the wall, tweezer still in hand, and begins to examine the massive, deep-gouged claw marks that have been forcibly formed into the barrier, "..Maybe he would, if I could get my fuckin' hands on a woman that had claws like these..".
Dec 28 02:39:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Taking a casual step towards the man, the willowy form continues to scan the room, a dark smile now tugging slightly at the corner's of his lips. "Lovely work really. A good artistic eye." He nods slightly a few times, bangs once more falling over his eyes. The hand resting upon his neck moves swiftly upwards once more, fingers brushing the golden strand behind an ear. The other hand also rises nails gently scraping again his collarbone.
Dec 28 02:39:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Would you agree?", a pale brow raises slightly as the youth glances at the man from the corner of his eye.
Dec 28 02:42:14 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. Whoever did this was a real peach. Probably the next fucking Leonardo or Luis Royo..", Adrien remarks, dripping venemous sarcasm from his tone, so thick as to almost be tangible. He plucks something from the gouge mark on the wall, removing the vial from his pocket, unstoppering, and dropping it back in again, "..Do you have business here? Or did you just come to admire the fucking view?".
Dec 28 02:47:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A soft sound, somewhat akin to both a snort and a chuckle, is released by the youth, the harshness smoothed by the willowy form's naturally velvet undertones. "Both and neither.", is offered with an innocent shrug of one broard, thin shoulder. Eyelids shadowing his eyes now, another casual step is taken towards the man. "I was looking for a place to lay my head and stumbled upon a work of art."
Dec 28 02:53:53 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You won't find a pillow here. Well, there's probably one or two, if you don't mind putting them back together..", Adrien remarks, stoppering the bottle again, and putting both it and the tweezers into his pocket, "..You've got a fucked up taste in art. Also, you've got about three more steps in my direction, before I change the subject in a way that you could find detrimental to your health.".
Dec 28 03:02:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Now, a sharp and cutting laugh is released by the youth, a certain air of darkness glinting within his eyes. Yet, at the same time, his angelic face holds no hint to the youth's thoughts. Boots let out another soft thud as the willowy figure takes another casual step towards the man. "I'm hardier than I look.", is stated in a rather droll manner.
Dec 28 03:02:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The youth's nail continues to scrape against the porcelain skin over his collarbone, leaving a line of red in its wake. "Why are you here?"
Dec 28 03:07:50 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You're not hardier than a slug from a Mark XIX Desert Eagle, kid..", Adrien admits, allowing himself a spare moment to inhale a deep and sweet drag from his cigarette, before blowing the smoke out, and watching it drift across the room. His free hand is brought up and inside of his coat, where a click sound is heard, before he answers, "..Someone got killed. Someone said a werewolf did it. I came to have a look..", and without a bit of pause, he tosses in, "..You're down to two steps.". 
Dec 28 03:15:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose A sadistic grin ghosts over full, petal-pink lips now, though like all shows if emotion, the expression fades in the blink of an eye. The youthful form tilts his head slightly to the side as another long, steady stride is taken towards the man, as though his last words were left unspoken. "Why do you care?", is asked in an innocent manner, much like a questioning child. Straightening his head, his hand shift their positioning.
Dec 28 03:16:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The fingers upon his collar bone rise to stroke delicately along his neck, while the other hand begins to toy with the bottom buttons of his shirt.
Dec 28 03:19:54 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I don't. I've just got a bad habit of putting my nose where it doesn't go. The shit you find. You wouldn't believe..", Adrien remarks, not allowing his dark sights to trail from Morgan now. Quite visible beneath them are the black rings that denote a lack of sleep, or something worse, "..Besides, people don't talk about seeing a werewolf, unless they've seen a werewolf..". He doesn't seem amused with this whole game, but it shows that his pride won't let him walk off, "..One step left. Going to r
Dec 28 03:20:17 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ...risk it? I don't talk out of my fucking asshole, kid.".
Dec 28 03:25:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Who was the last person you loved?" Eyelids lower in a coy fashion over his gaze, long lashes brushing the rounded apples of his cheeks as he does so. At the same time, the button at the bottom of his shirt falls open, seeming to be both an accident and a purposeful action. Trim waist now revealed, the youth's feminine shape becomes more visible. "If I were a girl, what would you do?" One leg extends, the toe of his boot tapping softly against the floor.
Dec 28 03:31:34 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Jack was his name. Jack Daniels. He and I had a good relationship, until that little slut Southern Comfort got in the way. Just couldn't resist the warmth, what can I say?", the man reveals, his face going a bit harder now, like an animal that's been pressed into a corner. He draws his gun, aiming it right at Morgan, but in the area of the shoulder, really, not a shot that would kill, "..That's dependant on whether or not you take that last step, kiddo. You can't see it, but there's a line there,
Dec 28 03:31:51 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..line there, and when you hit this side of it, you lose all gender. It's you, me, and this gun, and I'm not the one you should be worried about..".
Dec 28 03:41:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Who was the last person you kissed?" The toe of youth's boot remains tapping slowly against the floor between him and the other man, the thud becoming louder with each steady movement. "Why? What's this line to you? Why do you need it?", is questioned in the willowy form's quiet, velvety timbre. Head tilting to the side somewhat, the youthful form adds, "Why are you so afraid of me? I'm but a slip of a boy after all." Another button is undone, revealing more of his androgynous shape.
Dec 28 03:48:30 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Kissing is overrated. And what's that line to me? It's the line that's seperating you from me and this gun. That should be more than enough of an answer..". The hand holding the gun is calm, so much as to be eerie in comparison to the other, which is shaking like a leaf in a breeze. To still the other hand, he dips it into his pocket, pulls out a silver flask, and flicks the lip off. He takes a swig of the contents, keeping at least one eye on Morgan at all times. His attempt to drop the flask in
Dec 28 03:48:47 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..flask into his pocket again results in it landing on the floor and spilling a golden liquid onto the carpet, but he doesn't have the time to care, "..I've seen shit that would make your teeth curl. I've got every reason to be cautious..". Noticeably, he doesn't use the word 'scared' at all. His dark sights, for a single second, slip down to the unveiled section of Morgan's stomach, before flickering back up again.
Dec 28 04:01:16 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Opening his eyes fully once more, the youth's brilliant eyes gaze deeply into the man's, a dark and piercing look. "Have you ever killed someone?", is asked smoothly, the neutral expression upon finely-drawn features never wavering. Willowy form still carried in his normal stoic posture, there's an edge to the youth's bearing now. There's nothing menacing with it, if anything there's a sense of cautious curiosity now flowing about his body. "What do you see as you look at me? What am I to you?", the
Dec 28 04:01:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: the youth queries, head tilting once more. "A freak? A stupid, useless boy?" Head straightening now, he asks, "Or perhaps, something verging upon lovely?"
Dec 28 04:09:17 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I kill at least twice a night. It's good for the heart, I hear..", Adrien murmurs, taking the cigarette from his mouth, still lit, and tucking it behind his ear, "..You're using the wrong game, boy. You can't play upon sensations that ceased, long ago, to exist..". This time, he takes the step forward, pressing the gun to Morgan's shoulder, and leaning in close, "..I see someone who may, or may not, be human. For your sake, you had better hope that you are..". That said and done, he pushes past, 
Dec 28 04:09:30 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: .. and begins to walk in the direction of the door.
Dec 28 04:24:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Long lashes bat innocently, for a mere moment hiding the darkened wisdom within the youth's eyes. "Please, don't flatter yourself in such a way, as that's not my game. I'm simply amused by the answers I receive.", is stated in a rather gentle manner, before adding, "In the end, I suppose I could pull it off if I wished." Broad shoulders shrug slightly, the movement hardly noticeable. "Just because you hold the looking glass within your palm doesn't mean that you can walk through it. If you keep usin
Dec 28 04:25:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: If you keep using at it as such, all you'll have is a hand full of jagged shards. There's no one truth. No single definition of humanity. It's but a word tossed about from tongue to tongue, coating them like venom turned audible. If you want something real, something that holds true value, toss away your mirror and seek out a pane of glass."
Dec 28 04:38:16 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..In case you've failed to notice, this is Los Angeles. All of the panes of glass are clouded with smog. You can be looking through 'em, but you never know if what you're seein', is really what you're seein'..", Adrien admits, stopping at the door and taking a last drag off of his cigarette, before he drops it onto the carpet, still lit, and not bothering to smash it out. Ejecting the clip from his gun, the man slips it back into the holster and adds, "..This is the truth. It doesn't lie. Fuck. It 
Dec 28 04:38:35 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..It doesn't even have an opinion..", waving the clip of ammunition around. That said, he steps out of the door and then out of sight, ducking under the police tape.
Dec 28 04:44:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Dropping one hand back down to his side, the youthful form slips his long fingers into a pocket, retrieving a handkerchief. Carefully, he bends down to retrieve the smouldering butt with the white cloth. Studying the item for a moment, he wraps it in the white square and tucks it back into his pocket. "You may not be sure of what you see, but at least you view more than yourself...", is commented idly as the willowy form ducks under the tap in one casual and fluid motion.
Dec 28 09:32:52 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DDown the long stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard, a red chevy Nova streaked with fine black racing stripes roars along, its driver hidden behind a heavily tinted windshield. The driver side window is rolled down, however, and an arm in a black suit sleeve rests on the top of the door. The car begins to stop at the side of the road, pulling up next to the sidewalk.@W
Dec 28 09:42:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe engine of the Nova dies suddenly as it stops, and the door pops open to reveal a well-dressed hispanic man, with a shaved head and a tattoo of a black hand on his tan, hairless dome. He steps out after opening the door, straightening his tie with both hands as he casts a glance around the street. He pops his neck with a quite audible motion, before reaching behind him to slam the car door shut. He fixes his black suit jacket and walks around the car to the trunk.@W
Dec 28 09:48:40 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic presses his thumb into a button on the back of his car, popping the trunk. He looks in for a moment, as his right hand reaches for something within. A black bundle can be seen in the lighting of Santa Monica, and he reaches his free left hand to slam the trunk down. With this done he turns to face the street, behind his car, and unfolds the black bundle. It appears to be a trenchcoat, matching his black, tidy suit. He slips each arm into a sleeve and pulls the item around him, protect
Dec 28 09:48:49 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DHe slips each arm into a sleeve and pulls the item around him, protection against the winter wind.@W
Dec 28 09:54:06 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: A bit down Doheny, whistling a merry tune, comes a woman all in black, as she strolls along quickly she can be fully seen each streetlamp she passes under, then only the glint of a bracelet or a shiny buckle along with her outline is visible in the shadows between.
Dec 28 09:58:01 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic doesn't even acknowledge the watchful eyes of the biker, and he squirms into his black overcoat, getting comfortable. He turns and moves to the side of his car, leaning against the rear end and crossing his arms indifferently. His cold dark eyes keep their alert roam of the street, contrary to his comfortable stance. The orange streetlight above him casts deep shadows down his cold, stoic features.@W
Dec 28 10:10:06 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man slowly turns his head, sweeping his view over his surroundings. The eyes don't stop on the bikers, but they do pass over them. His gaze stops on the approaching female, and the bald-headed hispanic simply watches her through the same mask of indifference. After a long while, he speaks out in that same dark voice, fit only for shady alleyway dealers and executioners. "@rEvening.@D"@W
Dec 28 10:20:33 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Swiveling around the woman's happy grin, is twisted in a way that speaks of much more than pleasantries.  She sizes up Carl, and his bench-buddies in a way that would make most men shrink back, or shrink up if you have it.   She leans over a little to the man in the trenchcoat, "Who's your sidewalk circus tonight? Seems the entertainment industry is digging deep for talent."  
Dec 28 10:22:19 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic doesn't respond to either for a long while, keeping his statuesque pose. His arms remain folded over his chest, and he turns his head to face the bikers. A single dark eyebrow rises on his forehead. "@rExcuse me? Are you speaking english?@D"@W
Dec 28 10:37:48 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's arms unfold and he reaches out quickly, fingers outstretched, right in front of Nikita's face. His fist clenches as though he's stolen the kiss from mid-air. With a quick movement he slides his invisible prize into his pocket. Despite this, no sign of amusement or humor enters his features, and he turns to reply to the girl with the same stoicism. "@rWhat's new? What do you think?@D" Exasperation is apparent in his voice.@W
Dec 28 10:45:56 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth leans back against the car, letting out a long sigh. He seems about to speak, but closes his mouth. His eyes slowly close, the only sound his forced breathing.@W
Dec 28 10:49:42 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Glancing around, Nikita suddenly feels serious, no more jokes. "Hey, you alright? I didn't, uh."  She seems at a loss for words, that must be a first.  She moves to lean one hip on the car and she just glances around, taking in if anyone is close, or even around this time of night.  Her fingers do a little stroke of the Nova and she traces some of it's lines with her index finger, saying nothing, waiting perhaps for you to talk.
Dec 28 10:55:24 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth opens his eyes, their dark depths still mysterious and cold. It's obvious he's under pressure with the recent happenings, though he remains his same impervious, steel-nerved self. "@rI'm fine.@D"@W
Dec 28 12:58:27 :: (GC) Carl rposed: The Door opens and three men with sawn off shotguns enter, two of Carls companions also carry 2 pieces of large wood some nails and a big hammer, Carl moves towards the Settite that is torped and feeds her blood, he points to the corner. "Place the wood there.." they do so and then aim the shotgns towards her
Dec 28 13:02:54 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The exact moment that the blood touches the lips of the Setite, her eyes flew open and she becomes a shackled mass of snapping fangs and grumbling growls. Reaching as far as she can, she struggles against the bonds that constrain her. Any Cainite would recognize this as the mind-rage known as Frenzy.
Dec 28 13:13:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Still caught in the frenzied state of hunger that is common to vampires that have just awoken from Torpor, nothing logical comes from the mouth of the Setite. She continues to thrash and shriek and growl, jerking hard against the shackles that bind her ankles and wrists. 
Dec 28 13:17:24 :: (GC) Carl rposed: the ghouls keep working on what they are working on, but look from time toi time towards the woman, they seem to be on edge, Carl takes a step back as he looks at the woman, he takes out a ciggar and very slwoly and carefully he lights it up, he squats down and again keeps the gun trained on the woman as he puffs on his ciggar. "Come on you little fucken Cunt, open those lips and start speaking in fucken english
Dec 28 13:23:07 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: After several more moments of the prolonged seizure-like state of frenzied thrashing and pulling, the Setite falls still again, allowing herself to droop so much as she can with the steel shackle around her throat. Red hair falls over her features, settling there and hiding her face with a curtain. She doesn't move.
Dec 28 13:27:05 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: She doesn't respond at all. She moves in no way, not even a ripple of muscle, or a shifting in her curtain of red hair.
Dec 28 13:32:14 :: (GC) Carl rposed: success please
Dec 28 13:38:05 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The moment that you lift the head of the Setite, a thin, forked tendril shoots out of her mouth, colored in a sickly shade of pale green. It stabs right into your throat, and worse, it sticks there. You don't mind though. You're caught up in the ever-pleasant tingling and near-orgasmic sensations of the Kiss. Don't feel bad. You attempted to dodge. She was just too fast though.
Dec 28 13:41:17 :: (GC) Carl rposed: As The tounge enters Carls throat he screams in enjoyment. "Ohh baby yeh.. your fucken freaky.." Carls men turn to look at thats going on and shoot the woman in the head, Carl bites down on the tounge trying to rip it off, he attempts to try grab his shotgun
Dec 28 13:50:14 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Both of Carl's men jack a slug into the chamber of their sawed-off shotguns, not even lifting them to fire. One of them takes the Setite right in the chest, blasting a hole there and causing an open, smoking wound. The Setite screams in pain and rage, her tongue jerking back from Carl's throat and pulling a nice chunk of flesh with it. The second slug, from the other ghoul, is the odd turning point for events, as it slams into Carl's back, though it doesn't wound him. Instead, it smashes into his thi
Dec 28 13:50:34 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) thick skin, stopped by supernatural stamina. The Setite continues to thrash now, wound already closing.
Dec 28 14:07:34 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The Setite doesn't respond to Carl's taunting in an appropriate manner, so much as with more thrashing, this time with that lethal tongue flailing about and trying to latch onto something worth biting into. As all three of the bikers fire their shotguns, her head and throat disintegrate into a fine red mist, leaving splatters of blood all over the wall behind. The body slumps. 
Dec 28 14:16:28 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: As you start to nail the decapitated corpse to the cross, it begins to molt and shed, flaking and blowing off into the air of the room. After just seconds, the foundation of it collapses into a pile of ash, coating all three men.
Dec 28 14:29:52 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Canting her head to one side at the opened doorway, Ella narrows her eyes and peers around herself. When she believes no one spots her in the desolate hallway, she crouches down a bit and slinks noiselessly into the crime scene, unable to shirk her mounting curiosity.
Dec 28 14:46:13 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Sliding into the room on silent feet comes Ella, her neurotic gaze flickering from one thing to another as she assesses the lay of the land. Upon spotting the rather average man picking around at the scene, she slips behind a pile of debris and continues to watch silently.
Dec 28 14:57:33 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Isn't that the way of crime scenes? I mean people have to come in constantly to photograph this or scrape that or argue heatedly with the CSI people. Then Grissom figures it all out and everyone is cool with that and go back to their lives of hanging out with strippers, gambling, and being pretty hot in general?"
Dec 28 15:00:19 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "That's bout it. But there is no Grissom, and I don't hang out with strippers. All a bunch of cockteasing bitches..", Adrien murmurs, keeping his stooped position, but pulling the cigarette from his lips and putting it behind his ear, still lit. A silver flask is retrieved from the pocket of his coat, and after unscrewing the lid, he takes a very long, satisfying swallow from it, before capping it again and putting it away, "..Come to find some werewolves?".
Dec 28 15:08:26 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "PCP Freaks don't have claws. And don't leave fur all over the room. People saw it. At least, people believe to have seen it..", Adrien declares, walking over to a wall, and running a fingertip across a massive gouge, just one of four that are lined up in a row, and run a length of two feet before stopping, "..There's some fucked up drugs out there, lady. But there ain't no drugs that do this..".
Dec 28 15:17:26 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'm freelance. Just a concerned fucking citizen, doing his worst to make sure that werewolves aren't running amok and killing people. You know how it goes..", Adrien explains, pulling a set of tweezers from his pocket, and using them to pluck a small, brown hair from one of the indentations in the wall. He looks at it, cautiously, before pulling out the same vial, unstoppering it, and dropping it in with the flakes of blood.
Dec 28 15:27:07 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Heh. Nah. No biology student here. If anything, I'm a bit of a Cryptozoologist..", the man explains, stoppering up the vial again, and returning it back to his pocket. The cigarette is removed from behind his ear, and he has another long drag off of it, filling the area with a noxious cloud of smoke, and this time leaving it pressed between his lips, "..I'm jus' another fuckin' boy scout. Out gettin' his merit badge in 'Fucked Up'. Yeah. Get me some pictures. That'd be peaches..".
Dec 28 15:46:06 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Finishing with this room, Ella takes a deep breath as she holds her head a bit higher. She strolls down the hall while whistling Britney's newest release, her flashbulb going off at timed intervals as she makes her way to the bedroom. She pauses in her work as she sees something glinting on the floor. She crouches down, her hand hovering over the silver chain left behind from the carnage, her hand shaking as she tries to decide 
Dec 28 15:46:16 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) whether or not to take the glinting souvenir. With a sharp shake of her head, she decides against it though a look of longing crosses her pale face. Once the roll is done, she wanders back into the main room while popping a new roll into the camera. "Where should I have them sent to and who should I place them in the care of?" she asks, her head tilting oddly from one side to the other.
Dec 28 15:50:25 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You can find my name and number in the phone book. Can't miss it. I'm the only listing under Occultist. Hand deliver 'em, and you'll get paid..", Adrien explains, moving to follow Ella as she works her way through the room, but wincing every time she whistles another shitty pop tune.
Dec 28 15:55:41 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) Good to meet you and I should be able to have these in your hand by tomorrow."
Dec 28 16:09:22 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Sounds peaches to me, sugartits..", Adrien admits, nodding to the woman, "..Careful with those pictures. You never know what they'll turn up..". Even as the woman leaves, he pulls out a thin line of wire from his coat pocket, and starts to wrap it around his knuckles, murmuring, "..If I was a fucked-in-the-head werewolf. Why would I have killed these folks..".
Dec 28 22:12:33 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming almost casual, a willowy form can be seen pacing idly in front of club Hades. Heavy boots thud softly with each step taken, though the sound is easily drowned out by the crowd. Cerulean eyes scan through the seething mass of writhing humanity with both interest and vaguely disguised disgust. Lithe arms wrap about a long and androgynous torso, long fingers gently stroking the sides of a filmy black shirt.
Dec 28 22:12:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Golden curls frame an angelic countenance, straight bangs obscuring fine features for several moments, before full lips press together and blow them away with a soft puff of breath.
Dec 28 22:15:22 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Tugging at one platinum braid, a tall woman astride a modded V8 bike that was clearly custom built would cruise to a stop near the club. Eyeing it and infact catching sight of familiar forms, she would park along the street. Killing the engine, the woman kicked her leg over the bike, sitting to one side of it for a moment as she pocketed the keys before planting both feet on the ground and walking towards the entrance.
Dec 28 22:23:25 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes casually panning the cast of characters beginning to assemble before the club, the angelic youth gives a rather passive nod in both acknowledgment and greeting. Arms loosening their grip from about the slender torso, fingers begin to idly toy with the lacing on the front of a bodice, the crimson material enhancing the youth's alabaster flesh. Recognition flares within the appraising depths of the youth's eyes, though facial expressions hold no tells.
Dec 28 22:26:30 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Crimson eyes would scan the silent youth as that had the night before, trying to ascertain a gender. Still baffled, the woman would shake her head but offer an upwards nod in greeting. "Yo. Fancy seeing you again." Hands moved to her hips and thumbs were hooked into her pockets.
Dec 28 22:38:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes blink in an almost bored manner, lashes casting spidery shadows over pale cheeks. A soft sound, akin to a cough or even a chuckle, is released towards the tall blond woman as eyes sweep her being in a calculating manner. Pausing in their movements, eyes flick across the street towards the boy, a pale brow being raised in silent questioning. However, nothing else is exchanged and a bored look once more overcomes the youth's visage.
Dec 28 22:38:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes flick to the shopping-bag clad form, though once more there's only a bored stare offered. Broad, thin shoulders roll slightly and weight is casually shifted from one foot to the other.
Dec 28 22:41:03 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Once more she felt that distinct sense of eerie unease. The...person...was disquieting to say the least. Nodding, slowly her expression clearly showed her thoughts. "Eh..." She would only give a helpless shrug and begin to move past the person before glancing over her shoulder briefly and catching sight of Abe. One brow arched and she could turn on a heel to move across the street towards the equally strange boy she had met awhile back.
Dec 28 22:55:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more turning to the tall blond, the youthful figure offers her a droll blink in response. Elegant neck turning casually, the sight of the boy is greeted with a hint more acknowledgment. Head tilting to the side, full lips part. "Hmm. Sister told me of you...", is casually stated towards the boy as the youth's gaze shifts to focus upon him. Head straightening once more, his chin tilts upwards as he amusedly watches the strawberry blond cross the street.
Dec 28 22:59:42 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Smiling down to the child, the tall woman would grin and lift a hand in greeting. "Hey Abe, sup? How you been?" Her voice was a bit rough, the tone of one not raised in proper society but she seemed glad to see the boy - if only because it meant that nothing bad had happened to him since their last meeting. The dashing approach of the blonde drew a sideways glance and a quirked brow.
Dec 28 23:08:32 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Endymion clubs you all like baby seals.
Dec 28 23:14:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes close in a vaguely agitated manner, squeezing shut before slowly opening once more. "I. Am. Male.", is stated, seemingly to all around, in a somewhat strained manner. The tone is soft and quiet, seeming naturally so, though there's a velvety undertone that's distinctly male in timbre. One finger continues to toy idly with one of the scarlet strings of his clothing, adding in a disturbingly sweet and demure manner, "Would you like to check?" Eyelids shadow the youth's gaze coyly, full l
Dec 28 23:14:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: full lips curling into a vague smile.
Dec 28 23:17:00 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: In all honesty, the biker woman really did want to check. But the last time she was given such an invitation there had been shanks and a firefight...and it just wasn't worth it. As such, she would keep her attention on Abe instead. "Making new friends, huh?" Brows drawing together slightly and lips pursed at that though that these two were the young boy's friends. The expression evened out into a light grin however.
Dec 28 23:33:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose The flirty demeanor of the youth soon dissipates into the darkness of the night, only to be replaced by silence, punctuated only by palpable coldness. His piercing gaze leveled at the others, eyelids narrow somewhat. "Huh.", is the only comment released, the youth's chin raising slightly once more. Both arms rest idly by his sides, elbows tucked close against the dip of his waist. One hand rests upon a denim-clad thigh, long fingers lightly tracing invisible designs into it, while the other to
Dec 28 23:33:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: while the other toys with one of the buttons of his opened shirt. Eyes scan the small gathering with a hint of annoyance, topped with sheer boredom.
Dec 28 23:37:18 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Adrien is smited.
Dec 28 23:38:59 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Well, looks like you're doin well for yourself Abe! Good to see." The woman rolled her shoulders slightly, feeling oddly discomfited in this gathering. There was just something very, very unnatural about the he/she, for starters. Straightening the line of her duster she would then flick her fingers at a bit of lint - whether real or conjured was anyone's guess. 
Dec 28 23:52:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A broad, thin shoulder is shrugged in an almost innocent gestures, aimed at either of the three others congregated. Petal-pink lips part somewhat, as though to speak, only to close once more. Rather, a casual step is taken backwards, isolating the willowy from the group with a simple movement. His gaze quickly becomes level and even, studying each for on turn before focusing his gaze directly on the tall blonde biker. "So...how did you end up at that crime scene?", is asked in a casual tone.
Dec 28 23:55:45 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Endy nods.
Dec 28 23:58:58 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Eh?" She'd crane her neck around to look at the he/she and shrug a bit. "Read about it in the paper and couldn't resist a peek. Didn't know it'd turn into a club scene though. What happened after I left?" She was a bit curious about that and it showed. Shifting her stance to look at both Morgan and Abe at the same time, she would tip her head to the latter and answer, "Can't complain. Meeting interesting folk too..."
Dec 29 00:07:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The shouts of people screaming are heard from the northern part of North La Cienega Boulevard. Scared, shocked, but not terrified. Squealing tires are also a noticeable factor into the general din.
Dec 29 00:11:25 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The commotion gave her a start and with a broad grin, she would snap a salute to the group before dashing to her bike. Palming the keys, she turned the ignition and pealed out after the engine roared to life.
Dec 29 00:16:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head and gaze watching the blond leave, the youthful form turns to the young boy."Someone decided to paint a picture out of someone else.", is explained in a somewhat pleased tone, amusement shining within the piercing gaze. "Nice work if I do say so myself." A dark smile plays upon full lips, tugging sadistically at the corners. Blinking once, long lashes kissing pale cheeks, the youth's countenance once more takes on the apathetic expression that usually graces it. However, at the cacophony reache
Dec 29 00:16:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: However, as the cacophony reaches his ears, a soft breath, akin to a gentle sigh, is released.
Dec 29 00:26:24 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A veritable stampede of clicking sounds can be heard just seconds before an entire pack of wolves burst into this section of La Cienega. Not wolfhounds, or half-breed mutts, but very noticeable wolves, with an assortment of coats ranging from silverish-white, to black, to dark red. People jump out of their way, shrieking and cringing, and several of them get hit and knocked off of their feet, Abe included in these. They are the essence of both speed and grace, paws not touching the cement of the side
Dec 29 00:26:48 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) sidewalk more often than they do, as they dart around trashcans, citizens, and jump the occassional bench and other assorted obstacles. Standing out, as much as you can in a pack of wolves in the middle of a city, one is much larger than the rest, dire looking and quite dangerous seeming. A purse is clutched in it's sharp teeth, and holding onto the strap of the purse, being drug down the sidewalk at high speed, is a dark-haired, unkempt man. His trail of curses spew out just seconds behind h
Dec 29 00:27:37 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: ..him, "..SLOW THE FUCK DOWN YOU FOUR-LEGGED FOX FUCKING PRE-EMPTIVE CORNER STAND HOTDOG.."
Dec 29 00:35:29 :: (GC) Calyce forced Matty to save
Dec 29 00:38:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Annoyance and amusement both cross through the stoic youth's eyes in tandem before ghosting over his angelic face. Once more, a gentle sigh is heaved as lithe arms drop easily to his sides. Carefully, he flexes at the ankles, the leather of his boots creaks softly from the effort. Poised now on his toes, the willowy form, too, breaks out running, stiff movements growing smoother with each swift stride taken upon long, toned legs.
Dec 29 00:40:02 :: (GC) Calyce forced Matty to save
Dec 29 00:40:07 :: (GC) Calyce forced Matty to save
Dec 29 00:44:49 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: No pursuant has far to run at all, it would seem. Just several seconds, and sixty feet or so after the pack of wolves pass along this part of the street, Adrien Cross' luck takes a devastating plummet. The biggest of the wolves, and coincidentally, that which is dragging him, jukes to the left in order to avoid a tree, perhaps not realizing that the unkempt man, being on his back, is in no position to dodge as well. Two things happen at the same time: Adrien Cross slams into the trunk of the tree at 
Dec 29 00:45:04 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) at full force, chest first, and is wrapped around the natural, solid barrier with a yell of rage. His grip still clinging to the strap of the purse, the wolf crashes against the newfound and makeshift leash, it's head snapping back while it's body continues to run, even right out from under it. It flies into the air with a deep yelp, end over end, but disappears from sight before it ever hits the ground again. Just gone. Adrien lies there, breathing hard, but that's his only movement.
Dec 29 00:45:54 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Natty Matty is slingshot from the Heavens, hitting North La Cienega and skidding to a halt. Poor sidewalk.
Dec 29 00:53:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Strides slowing as the willowy youth reaches the downed man, there's no change in the willowy figure's stoic expression or posture. However, a hint of vague amusement glints in cerulean eyes for a moment before they, too, gain nothing but a detached appearance. Lithe arms crossing over an androgynous torso, elbows rest casually against a trim waist while long fingers toy idly with the scarlet lacings of a crimson bodice.
Dec 29 00:53:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Are you and he...involved?", is asked of the young blond woman, tone both soft and quiet.
Dec 29 00:57:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Touch me and I'll make a raincoat out of you, Abraham Lincoln..", Adrien admits, having taken a lesson from someone, it would seem. His tone is pained, but he doesn't seem too injured. In fact, he seems quite a bit less injured than someone should be after going through that. Sitting up, slowly and with a grimace, the unkempt man with the dark hair pulls a cigarette from the pocket of his shirt (Which now, is almost just half of a shirt), and holds it with his lips. It's crushed, and more of a zi
Dec 29 00:57:58 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ...zig-zag pattern than a straight line. Nevertheless, he lights it up after finding a lighter, puffing on the small slice of death before muttering, "..It's a gift..".
Dec 29 01:09:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyelids lowering to shadow the youth's piercing gaze, the willowy form leans casually back against the thick heels of platform boots. One hand abandons the toying, arm dropping leisurely to the side so that fingers can idly trace patterns against a denim-clad thigh. "A pity really. I wouldn't mind playing with him a bit...", is offered as a reply to the strawberry blond. The tone is rather flat and deadpan, hiding the truth within the words that spill from the angelic form.
Dec 29 01:09:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gaze shifting now to the child, the faintest traces of a knowing smile is offered to the young boy before full lips are once more pursed into a straight line.
Dec 29 01:15:09 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You should be glad that I'm not blo--..", Adrien starts with, before just shaking his head and grumbling. Without taking the offered hand, he pushes to his feet, still seeming a bit pained in doing such a thing. He goes to pull at the bottom half of his shirt, tugging it down, but gives up after realizing that the bottom half has ceased to exist. He stoops, inhaling sharply as he does so, to grab the purse from the ground, before looking to Morgan, "..I'm sure you wouldn't. Don't toy with me, jai
Dec 29 01:15:26 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..jailbait.". Having gained his wits once more, he turns on Aria, obviously with something else left to say, "..And motherfucking hell in Holland. If you poke me with your God-damn foot again, you're going to be getting coloring books for Christmas for the rest of your life..".
Dec 29 01:22:29 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Moving a bit closer, just so she can hear, Matty sidles along the building, then stops, lighting a cigarette of her own, and just hanging around, watching the line of people waiting to get into the club reform itself.  She finally dares to speak, and she's not easy to understand, "'ay yousall knowd who.. whose turfs dis is?"  She must be drunk, slurring her words like that.
Dec 29 01:38:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more looking to the young boy with the same vague hint of knowing (before the small form departs), the angelic youth looks squarely at the disheveled form, glaze diverting for a moment as his elegant neck is turned to the new voice. Gaze sweeping the woman's form  with painstaking caution, the youth studies her with a practiced and appraising eye. Blinking once, the willowy figure offers a slight shrug of a broad, thin shoulder in response before turning back to the man.
Dec 29 01:38:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Arms lifting from a slender torso, deft fingers slip the black shirt from about the youth's androgynous body and over lithe arms before the item is offer to the other man in one smooth flourish.
Dec 29 01:45:57 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The unkempt man looks at the offered shirt for a mere second, before retorting, "..I don't want your fucking shirt. I've got enough creep cooties..". His irritation is shown as he takes another long and hard draw off of his cigarette, causing the crushed thing to burn down by four or five centimeters. Blowing out the noxious cloud of smoke, he drops the cigarette to the ground, not bothering to stomp on it, "..Lady needs her purse back anyway. God-damned fucking wolves from Hell. Wolves. Wolves!", i
Dec 29 01:46:12 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..is heard as he starts to depart.
Dec 29 01:59:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose A quiet scoff is released by the youthful form, though the sound is rather gentle in tone. Head shaking softly, silky golden bangs fall over the youth's angelic visage, obscuring it for a moment before full, petal-pink lips part. A gentle puff of breath is released, blowing the hair from over cerulean eyes. The shirt is quickly slipped back on, arms sliding into the sleeves with ease. Boots thud as the willowy form turns to look at the young woman.
Dec 29 01:59:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Up for clubbing?", is asked in the same soft, quiet voice, head tilting fully to the side. Nodding towards Club Hades as he rights his head, a pale brow (a few shades darker than his blond ringlets) is raised for a moment before the expression fades into the darkness.
Dec 29 02:08:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "They take all sorts", is stated in a bland manner as the youth takes a casual stride towards the building, long arms wrapping about the youth's feminine waist. Narrow hips sway slightly with each steps taken. Gaze sweeping the line with a mixture of interest and disgust, the willowy form breezes past the crowd without a pause. "Come or go.", is called back to the young woman, though no look back is offered.
Dec 29 02:16:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Got it.", is replyed in the same droll manner, the words almost swallowed by the roar of the heavy industrial music being played within the building.
Dec 29 02:24:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Brushing past the bouncers without a glance or word, the willowy form slips through the door and past the soaring iron gates. Some members of the crowd step back here and there to allow the youth passage, their gesture met by nothing but a cold and piercing stare. A deep breath is inhaled through flared nostrils, the youth's cerulean eyes closing for a moment as he pauses in a random area between the bar and dance floor. Arms raising up and over his head, fingers arch gracefully through the air, fle
Dec 29 02:24:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: flexing as though to grasp the air itself. A few steps are taken, twirling the willowy form around a few times before he pauses in his moments, arms slowly lowering back to his sides as his eyes begin to open. Revealed now to all the world is his somewhat feminine curves.
Dec 29 02:30:37 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Tilting her head and clearing her throat, she approaches a little closer, glancing around, she leans in and asks, "Youj joto?  I mean no offend, butd are you one?" Giving a shiver she steps back, hoping the next moment wont see you throwing a punch at her, she looks you over again to make sure she's seeing what she's seeing. Shaking her head she murmurs "Locho."
Dec 29 02:39:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Am I what?", is queried in a flat and simple tone. There's no insult within the words, only simple questioning. Eyelids shadow the youth's gaze once more, lashes kissing his cheeks in a rather coy manner. Pale hands resting upon narrow hips move upwards now, tracing the lacings of his bodice with in a soft and trailing manner, suggestive in their touch. Hips sway gently from time to time, gently seductive in their motion.
Dec 29 02:39:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The corners of full lips once more curl into the faintest tinges of a curious manner. "What do I look like to you?", is asked now, stiffly held shoulders seeming to relax for a moment. "What do you see?"
Dec 29 02:44:00 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Swallowing hard and then clearing her throat again, Matty takes the moments to look you over, finally she replies, "Youj loochk lichk uh gurl."  She then shakes her head in a negative matter, glancing over her shoulder, back the way you both came, then back at you she continues, "Buh, ouwside youj loochk lichk uh bvoy."  She then sighs in either an exhausted or frustrated manner, she pulls a small platic bottle from her satchel and gets a drink, that appears to help her a little bit.
Dec 29 02:48:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Body ceasing its motions, the stoic and detached sense returns to the youth's face and figure, the passive and uncaring nature seeming to radiate around the willowy form. "I do love that answer.", is said, a somewhat pleased edge to the words. Eyes glinting with the same dark pleasure, a glance is taken at the bottle, though for the most part its ignored. "Who do you care about within this world?"
Dec 29 02:55:06 :: (GC) Matty rposed: This question seems much easier for the young woman to answer, Matty straightens her shoulders a little and grins, "Muh cru n muh homays, das all."  She nods, then flashes a gang sign at you, not even caring if you don't know what it is.  "Mum dinant care, she kill daaad whun meh wush liddle."  Now the visage of the girl takes on a hard look, her eyes go a bit dull. She jerks her chin towards you and asks, "Who youj row wif?"
Dec 29 03:06:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose The youthful form listens to the girl's story intently, though none of her words move the expression upon his angelic face. A moment is taken to ponder the question posed by the girl, though the answer is quickly supplied, as he casually replies, "My brother.", in a confident tone. Eyes study the petite figure's every move, eyes flicking from her face to body with detached interest. "How far would you go to get what you wanted?", is soon asked in the same passive manner.
Dec 29 03:06:45 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Arms bending more at the elbow, they are wrapped about his androgynous torso once more, long fingers resuming their idly play with the scarlet ties.
Dec 29 03:20:46 :: (GC) Matty rposed: ...on her left upper breast. "No tossup." she repeats, shaking her head.  She then grins and pulls out her spray paint can, "Ihma go mayke puto marckkks on tha' sctuff ouwside."  And with that, she's off, back the way she came, and back to spraypainting over the anarchist graffiti in the area.
Dec 29 03:27:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A pale brow raises as the girl moves off, the youth shaking his head gently. Curls tumble about his face, though he makes no move to brush them away. Rather, they serve as a golden curtain, hiding the dark warning within his brilliant eyes. "Don't touch what's not truly yours", is all but whispered. Pink tongue  visible running over his perfect front teeth, the red lighting glints off of them, creating an eerie and feral parting look.
Dec 29 13:55:14 :: (GC) Carl rposed: the sounds of rolling thunder can be heard from the outside, after a few moments Carl and his men walk in. Carl walks towards the bar and mooes around it he starts to pour beers for the men and 2 pitchers of red liquid for ran and himself
Dec 29 16:26:06 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: It's getting time, and gradually, slowly, bikes arrive in small groups, two or three reps from different factions of larger groups are showing up.  Eventually, after about 15 looooooong minutes of waiting, and some of them becoming impatient, it looks to be around 50 bikers assembled.
Dec 29 16:40:32 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: The bikers cheer as they get a drink, many of them gulp it down and give a roar of approval, others don't touch it at all yet.  Someone yells out of the crowd, "What the fuck are we here for?  I could get drunk with my old lady and have a better fucken time at home!"  Some laugh, others yell out approval, others call for quiet and then the attention focuses upon Carl where he stands.
Dec 29 16:52:19 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: The bikers roar, some of them stand up off their bikes, shaking fists and hollaring loudly. 'Fuck em, take em all down!'  Some others seem very reserved, well reserved for bikers, they are watching, and listening very carefully.  Most of these guys are the ones that haven't touched their drinks either.  An unknown monster of a man stands up and yells over the din, "We are the top of the food chain and we're gonna grind em up and eat em, those little chulos and chulas!"
Dec 29 16:56:10 :: (GC) Carl rposed: fucken lesson.." He drinks his liquid with a big gulp, finishing it all then raises his hand in a leadership jesture. (Leadership rollspending wp on the people to follow carl )
Dec 29 17:04:52 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Bikers rise to their feet all over the place, shouting "Victory! Death to the gangbangers!"  The mood of the group solidifies behind Carl and his leadership (3 successes).  They chant 'FUCKEN DEAD THEY ARE!" over and over again, a few stop to grab another gulp of their beer, and then join back in.  Only one or two muse at how odd it is that a fist fight hasn't broken out yet, one of them thinks Carl's got some influence if there's not any infighting among bikers when there's a party going on.
Dec 29 17:11:23 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: The bikers pour out of the bar like a swarm of angry locusts, the roar of bikes drowns out any other sound, even the shouting and screaming.  A few of them just howl like wild dogs, baying at the sky.  The troublesome pack makes it way east on Santa Monica to the 101 and then they race wildly up to North Hollywood, then slowly cruise the streets looking for the OG's and tinyG's.
Dec 29 17:16:21 :: (GC) Carl rposed: He then waves to everyone to everyone. "Spread forth my CUNTS and Fucken Bash them to a fucken Pulp!!" he runs in the shop and starts to hitting on anything that he sees moing
Dec 29 17:49:52 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: As the bikers go wild, people scream in protest, a full out melee ensues, but some of the tougher NH residents fight back, a few bikes get tossed through windows and destroyed.  But the ever threatening smell of fuel, smoke and yes! Fire!  A few gangbangers have managed to form, some of the 18th St Gang and come in a 'rush' at the bikers, taking out a few, but a lot of them take the brunt of pain.  Something has really spurred the bikers on to be fearless and absolutely out of control.  Regrouping so
Dec 29 17:55:46 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Regrouping some of the bangers retreat and try more sinister tactics.
Dec 29 20:14:15 :: (GC) Calyce forced Donovan to save
Dec 29 20:14:36 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Caly smiles.
Dec 29 20:25:41 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Calyce pulls back the slingshot...
Dec 29 20:28:14 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Calyce ponders.
Dec 29 20:32:07 :: (GC) Calyce forced Donovan to aura Captivating/Important
Dec 29 20:32:11 :: (GC) Calyce forced Donovan to roomdesc A handsome man in a business suit
Dec 29 20:32:21 :: (GC) Calyce forced Donovan to save
Dec 29 20:32:32 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Caly giggles
Dec 29 20:33:39 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: As Calyce let's go with the giant slingshot... screaming in from above arrives Donovan with a thud, right smack in the middle of LA!  Welcome Donovan!
Dec 29 20:52:33 :: (GC) Calyce forced Donovan to save
Dec 29 21:29:47 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Standing on the corner of the street is the well-dressed businessman, his clothes prim and proper.  He exhudes confidence and power, a wide grin on his face as he talks on the phone with someone regarding some new artist as if they belonged to him.  The preternatural eyes take in everything they see easily.  He begins strolling down the street with an easy stride, and removes a long black and mild from his pocket.  He winces as he lights up the end of the cigar, but it seems to ammount to nothing.  
Dec 29 21:34:46 :: (GC) Matty rposed: A dainty brow goes up, it really gives her a somewhat innocent look, she fishes her cheap plastic lighter from a pocket on the tan cargo pants, "Schure 'omes." She slurs, calling you holmes just in case you are a higher-up on the local Hispanic food chain, your shaved head and black beard making her wonder.  "Youj new en dis barwio?"  Is she drunk? She doesn't look like it, nor as though she's been smoking anything other than cigarettes. Holding out the lighter she no longer has a shaking hand, what
Dec 29 21:37:28 :: (GC) Matty rposed: ...shaking hand, whatever upset her must have passed.
Dec 29 21:38:59 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The black and mild lights up quickly, the harsh smoke casuing him to wince for a moment but he adjust and takes a long puff
Dec 29 21:42:01 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Tilting her head slightly, and watching closely, she grins, "Youj en OG?" she asks, then shoves her hand back out for the lighter, apparently not willing to lose even such an inexpensive item.  Shifting from one foot to the other she patiently waits, and watches your apparent wish to smoke the fine cigar, but also the wincing distaste.
Dec 29 21:46:16 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "You could say that I suppose.  I have been around for quite some time. "  He eyed the lighter and tossed it into the air so that it landed in her hands easily, hanging up the phone with a nod and looking the little girl up and down "What's a young lady like you doing out and about at this time?"
Dec 29 21:51:59 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Giving a little, almost cute derisive snort, Matty says, "Iz been on da stweets sins fifffteen."  She straightens up from the wall and stands straight, puffing her chest out a little, she points to the 3 tattooed dots under her right eye. "Dis Chula ez uh Queen, no toss-up.  Psychkro firm too."  This last is said with obvious pride and she continues, "Wuz up norf, riot up dere tonigh."
Dec 29 21:57:12 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "On the streets since you were fifteen, huh?  Tough life kid.  I can at the least relate partially to it.  Didn't have much growing up myself, gotta make yourself the hard ways sometimes."  He nodded to the young woman offering a terribly strong and imtimidating smile one that bit deep into the girl.  "But a warning.  Gangs isn't where any true pride or money lays.  If you want to make it out of this place...you have to play it smart.  Do what you have to."
Dec 29 22:05:49 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I see.  Nonetheless, take the words of this stranger to heed.  As someone from the streets who made it, I can atest to you, that family is family, but family can also get you in trouble.  You gotta put yourself first or else you'll never make it out."  Smoke dripped from his mouth like oil as he spoke, obscuring the powerful crytal blue eyes that stared from within the cool white skin, the pin-striped blues hat resting comfortably
Dec 29 22:11:52 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe roar of a car engine is heard as a pair of headlights swerves, cutting through the night and blending with the multitude of lights on Wilshire Boulevard. A red chevy nova painted with clean black racing stripes pulls off of the freeway and slows down in front of the Wilshire Grand Hotel, before pulling to a stop. The engine dies and the driver side door opens, revealing a hispanic fellow with a shaved head, dressed in a neat black suit. The man steps out, straightening his tie and casting a co
Dec 29 22:12:38 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe man steps out, straightening his tie and casting a cold look over the area. He reaches behind himself and slams the car door shut, before moving to the trunk and popping it open.@W
Dec 29 22:17:02 :: (GC) Matty rposed: As the young chula is talking to the very dapper looking businessman, she leans a bit to the right, so she can watch the newly arrived Hispanic, she murmurs something about 'ese' and then returns her attention to the man lecturing her on survival and putting herself as number one.  "Me 'omees first" she slurs, "den me, nah othur way."  She nods, adding emphasis, "I do okaaaa, stweets."  She's beginning to tense slightly, too many rich Hispanic-looking bald men around, she thinks she's seeing OG's ev
Dec 29 22:24:14 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe bald-headed man reaches into his trunk, pulling a dark bundle out of its even darker interior. He closes the trunk with his right hand, the slam echoing over the vibrant street. His hands unfurl the bundle, revealing it as a matching trenchcoat to his suit. The man slides into the garment, before walking across the street. His brow furrows as he watches traffic, navigating the swimming vehicles smoothly, like a game of frogger. Upon reaching the other side of the street he fixes the trenchcoat
Dec 29 22:26:53 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Dhe fixes the trenchcoat on his muscular, suited form, and stops under an orange streetlight to survey the area around him. The light shining fully upon his dark-clad figure reveals the black hand tattoed on the top of his shaved dome.@W
Dec 29 22:28:44 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Jobs, huh?  TEll you what."  He reaches into his jacket pocket slowly, almost achingly to advise her he was doing so and wasn't pulling anything dangerous and he removed a card. "If you need some extra jobs...I could use people who know the streets well.  But, there are conditions."
Dec 29 22:30:15 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic continues surveying the street with apathy, before turning and walking towards an alleyway.@W
Dec 29 22:34:28 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "That's not something to discuss here out in the open.  Stop by the office sometime and ask for Mr. Strohm.  We can discuss there."  he turned his body and bit, blocking the young girl from the view of the other man a bit and frowned whispering to her
Dec 29 22:39:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man reemerges from the alleyway, his movements still calculated, features still cold and stoic. He stops under the same streetlight, fixing his tie, and casts a look of distaste over the pedestrians and vehicles around him.@W
Dec 29 23:07:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's distasteful observation of the street is cut short by the loud voice, and with painfully slow and patient movement his head swivels, those abyss eyes, with their seemingly endless black depths, are turned on the girl. A raised eyebrow breaks the ice of his face as he replies, "@rPerhaps.@D" With that he takes a step towards her, but the ongoing mask of apathy hides any violent or cruel intentions.@W
Dec 29 23:19:31 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man blinks a couple of times, valuable seconds slipping away, before he lets out a somewhat weary sigh, although his stone-cold features remain adamant. "@rListen, girl, I've no idea what you mean, and I can hardly understand your neanderthal accent.@D" He completely ignores the look given to him by the other man, clearly finding it insignificant. "@rNone the less, we should speak some time.@D" He offers, features still cold despite this contradiction. He turns to his car, ready to wa
Dec 29 23:19:56 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DHe offers, features still cold despite this contradiction. He turns to his car, ready to walk across the street, braving the waters of traffic yet again. "@rThat is, if you're planning on conducting any gangland activity in /my/ city, and want to keep your fucking eyeballs in place.@D" He smiles, tilting his head in a mocking manner. "@rComprende?@D"@W
Dec 29 23:28:16 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Your city?"
Dec 29 23:36:10 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Your city?"  He eyes the man carefully, clearly not intimadted by whoever it was taht stood before him in anyway...but then he adjusted his tone a bit  "I see.  well I'm sure this young lady is just marking the pride in her family.  No trouble undoutedly."
Dec 29 23:39:04 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man nods his head, reaching up to adjust his tie in an orderly fashion, feet balanced on the edge of the curb, the pinnacle into traffic. "@rCity of Fallen Angels, right boyo? Not my city. But some of us Fallen are still watching over it.@D" With a smirk the man steps off the curb, conducting his frogger-movements across the street, before disappearing into his Nova and driving off.@W
Dec 29 23:43:51 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Of course."  His voice trails softly as the man walks away and he eyes him carefully, turning back to look at the young lady.  "You know...you really should watch what you do for no reason."
Dec 29 23:45:08 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA hispanic man draped in a black suit leans against a graffitied, brick wall, his dark eyes surveying the street with reserved apathy. His arms are crossed over his chest, upsetting the delicate sway of his tie, and his body leans at an angle.@W
Dec 29 23:49:20 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Of course, I forgot a about that.  Not a problem dear, and do take care. The streets ARE dangerous and full of vile predators."  --he lifted his hat to the woman and grinned making his way to his vehicle parked not too far away--
Dec 29 23:54:15 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suited hispanic man seems to notice the man from the other night, and his arms unfold over his chest. He slips his hands into his pockets and begins to sing a solemn few lines, irony at every word. "@rThere's a shadow just behind me. Shrouding every step I take. Making every promise empty. Pointing every finger at me.@D" The man pushes off of the wall and walks away, passing by the man with the newspaper. "@rWhy can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over.@D" Despite the continued so
Dec 29 23:54:26 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DDespite the continued sorrow and sing-song in his tone, the man seems to ask the question allowed, though the only thing visible after he's walked away is his dark, passive back.@W
Dec 29 23:57:30 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Sobriety. Tried it. Still recovering..", Adrien admits, whether the song was aimed at him or not. Plucking the cigarette from his mouth, he flicks it into the street, before taking up the silver flask. It's raised to nothing at all, in toast, before he tilts it back and takes a long, satisfying swallow from it, finishing with an 'Ahhhh', sound.
Dec 30 00:03:18 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: A tousle-haired American wanders into Ye Olde Triangle, with wrinkled clothing and a face that would show him to be two-thirds into his cups for the night, already. It's rather hard to miss him, as he calls out over the din, "..My stories! My stories for, nay, not a kingdom, but a drink! A drink!". His words are slurred in only the most slight of manners, but he's obviously mixed up the saying.
Dec 30 00:04:50 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: the dark liquid she gives it an occasional twist, as if to bid it warm under her toying fingers.  Tipping her head with a slow gathering to the play of the boisterous voice against the mild din of the room she chuckles an answer in matching tone.  "I will pay the price for a worthy tale."
Dec 30 00:16:06 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: Ole' Maxwell's eyes go alight at the offer, and while he doesn't stumble, his swagger would denote that he's cheerful, as it were. He calls out to the barkeep, "..An ale, old Mac!", before settling himself into the booth across from Magdalena. It's just seconds before he's in character, squinting hard at the woman, "..Ar! So ye wants ta hear tha tale of ole' Mockmaw the Dancer, as me uncles'd tell it to me?".
Dec 30 00:19:32 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Lifting her head to a faintly awkward angle of regard, eyes not quite bothering to chase the noises across the booth as he settles, she shifts her frame back a small scoot to press into the cushioning comfort behind her, nesting in.  Lifting her voice with a quiet welcomed lilt she dips her chin in an almost childishly eager fall.  "Speak it as you will, I am eager to hear most tales."  Chipper in mood she nudges a hand down to scratch over the furry face tapping against her knee with gentle nudge o
Dec 30 00:19:42 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: gentle nudge of affection.
Dec 30 00:23:16 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Ye ain't never 'eared a tale like this'n, lass! Tis a saga, if'n ye'll pardon me rhymin' outta time. Bit tipped on tha rum'n all!", Maxwell admits, in his obviously fake accent that can't decide between being Pirate or Irish. He clears his throat, then lowers his voice, leaning in and speaking quietly, "..Down in gloom-haunted forests, where sad waters drip with tears, there Death courts his final rest, where demons plow their fears..".
Dec 30 00:26:53 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Mimicking the slow creeping gesture of movement she folds her hands to rest, one tidily tucked upon the other in a gentle meeting, leaning a comfortable edge forward to better listen to the low spoken words through the thick curtain of voices swimming about them. Shifting with a fluttering flux of energetic nature her fingers seek out reclaiming the tepid liquid encased in it's cold porcelain prison.  "And be ye tale Irish or Pirish?"
Dec 30 00:28:11 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Their harvest is full of sorrows, which they strew about the years. While wraiths weep for the morrow and the morrow never nears..", Maxwell continues to whisper, interrupted for only a second as his beer is brought, which is a Budweiser, and not an ale at all, "..Where time casts no shadow, save the flight of memory, here Desire's phantoms grow in the garden of desultory." This finished, another pause is given for him to answer, taking the accent again, "..Nay and nay. Tale 'o tha wolfmen..".
Dec 30 00:35:59 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Sorrow's black's tha night. Used ya be white though, as tha Fianna'd be tellin' ye!", Maxwell admits, before slipping back into his saga. It's noticeable when he does, for his accent is always lessened drastically, "..Sad shades of that land's daughters are the moonlight's lonesome prowlers. They weep beside sad waters, for the souls of dead White Howlers. Once the fierce Garou stood guard, and held Caesar's legion firm. But those who halted Ceasar's standard, could not halt the devouring Wyrm.."
Dec 30 00:36:14 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: He pauses again, taking a drink from his beer. A long drink.
Dec 30 00:39:50 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Frame turning to a shade of stiff at the silence and slosh of liquid against glass she eases her slim shoulders back to the comforting push of the puckered vinyl cushioning covering the seating of the booth, hands bidding a haste retreat back to her lap with a slinking draw across the heavy wood grained table top, leaving a lingering slick of condensation from the glass of water hovering guard over the coffee.  Dropping her chin a half move 
Dec 30 00:39:54 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: toward her chest she takes solace behind a fall of hair as it brushed in a quick jerk over eyes and brow alike, poised to listen to a tale further woven.
Dec 30 00:45:00 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Wracked on ill-omened winds blown over a people brave and strong, with tenacious hold it had grown, choking life and love and song. Only pale ghosts recall the old Howlers of the place. The dreaded Wyrm caressed them all, and dark thoughts diseased their race..", Maxwell spins, still quiet and leaned in close to the woman. His telling is mingled with the sliding of his bottle, as if he were fidgetting, "..They returned with ghastly laughter. Laughter lost to Wyrm's embrace. Black Spiral Dancers e
Dec 30 00:45:11 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: ..ever after, the Abyss was their new grace!".
Dec 30 00:49:38 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Mirroring puzzlement mingled with a slow gathering of troubled quiet, lips settling to a thin line of pondering, teeth gathering against the lower with a slow brief scrape.  Encircling the small glass of clear water, the ice half melted shards tapping against the side she draws a shallow sip to wet the drying grip on her throat, following each syllable with a focus avid attention undivided by the din of the room, a finger looping up to tuck a strand away from her eyes, barring it away behind her ear
Dec 30 00:49:51 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: with a simple habitual gesture.
Dec 30 00:50:44 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Here Mockmaw rules the wolves of night in caves hewn from Hell's dark lair! The glance of Death's undying sight guarded the pit of dread despair! The Cries of shattered Seraphim trembled -- O trembled in that air! The bones of broken holy men set shadow on that stair!", Maxwell regales with, beginning to grow louder in the telling now, and less subtle with each drink of beer that he takes.
Dec 30 00:53:07 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: As Max gets louder, a few of the men in the Triangle begin to pay attention to him, and not in a good way.
Dec 30 00:56:02 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Slipping into the pool hall, and apparently more concerned about who is behind her, not what bar she picked... Matty scoots to the side of the door, waiting to see if someone follows her through.  She's tensed and ready for something.  Quite agitated at the moment... after long minutes, she finally relaxes, and then takes in her surroundings. Uh oh. Good thing the only visible gang related materials are her baggy tan cargo pants and the tiny three dot tattoo under her right eye.
Dec 30 00:57:05 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Tracing her hands down and away from the table top to brush over the bristly furred head in her lap, she furrows the coat with a fond trailing across ear and brow holding her silence firm under the muse like sway of the morose twist of the tale being woven.  Raising a hand with a slow pass to adjust the dark glasses perched on the edge of her nose she nudges at the bridge assuring them placed proper and high.  Giving a shifting twist 
Dec 30 00:57:08 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: of her head to better account for the raise in tone she edges back forward, nervous gestures shed away like and unwanted winter wrap.
Dec 30 00:59:27 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Laughter comes from the middle of the room, three bikers laugh at eachother as they play cards. The obvious leader is smoking a ciggar and grinning a wide grin as he looks at his cards, then then lays them on the table. "Fucken Evens Baby you cant beat that shit.. 2 4 6 8 and a fucken 10.." his friends look at eachother like carl is insane, they then shake thier heads, carl starts to protest. "Geeeeet fucked Evens is a fucken hand!"
Dec 30 01:00:41 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Mockmaw thought of his Garou kin! The tribes who wed the Wyld!", Maxwell continues on, not giving attention at all to much beyond the woman, his tale, and his beer, "..Secrets they had he would win on raids from the long exiled! Thundering from his throne of pain, pict-carved from ancient ivory, his slayers came like countless rain, his vermin spawn of victory!". The tousle-haired American swigs from his beer again, a grin upon his face now.
Dec 30 01:01:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Some of the men, all old and gruff, but stout, begin to whisper back and forth between another. One even looks horrified.
Dec 30 01:04:38 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "It appears that for a single drink you weave quite a tale, but before you press on more allow me a question.  What exactly is a Mockmaw?  I'm unfamiliar with the term and or reference."  Oblivious to the shift of mood and airs of the populous about them she presses her arms to the table top marrying them to one and other, left crooking over right as the large lounging creature at her feet raises a leg to kick at his ear, warding off a lazy itch.
Dec 30 01:06:00 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Weaving through tables Matty arrives up at the chicken wire, ever so pretty bar.  She asks for a beer, pulling out counting out looose change to pay for the damn thing.  The bartender isn't happy about it, but it's better than someone not paying at all.  Matty hikes a cheek up onto the stool and looks around at the bikers, she wonders if she's fucked up coming in here without some 'oomees.
Dec 30 01:08:15 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Mockmaw'd be tha mos' fearsome 'o tha fallen wolves, lass! I said it as plain 'o da night!", Maxwell admits, before pressing on, "..Never a Shade or Seraphim assembled so hideous a throng. Mockmaw smiled, his teeth set grim, over midnight's children strong!".
Dec 30 01:13:45 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Lifting her head she peers over at the man and nods, "Youj bet Vato, it'sch whateber youj say."  She then takes a swig of the beer, looking a bit pleased towards the entryway, glad she's shaken whoever or whatever it was.  She looks to the poker table and her smile fades a bit at the unhappy expressions on the other men's faces.  
Dec 30 01:13:46 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Two of the men, the one that seemed pissed, and the one that seemed horrified, both make their way over to the table. Both of them are large, grizzled veterans of the drinking war. The first one grabs Maxwell by the throat and jerks him from the bench, "Telling the wrong tale, boyo!". Maxwell yelps, but his struggle doesn't last for long, as he falls asleep when the second touches him on the forehead. The second looks to Magdalena, "..Pardon us, Miss. This boy is stepping over a line..". They start t
Dec 30 01:14:04 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) to drag him out. No one seems to care, except for Magda's dog, who seemed uncomfortable around the men.
Dec 30 01:17:31 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Shifting back with a slink further into the booth she drops a hand to pass over the shepherds brow, fingers coiling down into the the leather harness with a quiet creak, her features fighting a small war between holding her tongue and voicing.  Shaking her head with a quiet self scolding mutter she raises her voice to a stout, ever so slightly wavering tone.  "Here now you can't just hall off some poor fellow for telling a tale, that is 
Dec 30 01:17:34 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: distinctly rude and perfectly without warrant.  It's not as if the tale was telling all the golden secrets of the blooming white house."  Coiling a hand out toward the thump on the table top she curls her fingers about it after a bit of patting about, nudging it back toward her lap with a quick jack rabbit jolt.
Dec 30 01:22:18 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: One of the men turns around, glaring at the woman, even if she can't see it, before Max is dragged out of the door.
Dec 30 01:22:19 :: (GC) Matty rposed: "I'm no dude, ur duh dude. Cawl me uh qween, or twola"(Chula), she slurs out.  She's been insulted heavily by some Hispanic idiot about her 'retarded accent' and she's not about to take this as an offense, she's has quite enough and chooses to just let is pass as 'fun' which is what she thinks it was anyway.  "Youj bykrrr?" she asks. Then takes a drink as if the beer helps wet her mouth to talk a bit clearer.
Dec 30 01:38:59 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Definitely looking both a bit butt-hurt at your making fun of her birth defect, and also looking a bit smug that you apparently have no clue what the 'psycho firm' of a gang is, she finally just drinks her beer quietly a few moments, finally she says, "Youj dun kno much 'bout gang do yah?"  She watches the smoke from your cigar and it suddenly reminds her of the businessman earlier today who told her to leave her homies and to think only of herself. "Youj got 'oomees?"
Dec 30 01:49:04 :: (GC) Matty rposed: A eerily sinister smile comes across her face at the mention of North Hollywood, those were some of the ones that gang-railed her last year.  "I didt. Vinelans had it commin, so didt duh 'ollywooth boyz."  She takes a long drink of beer and still in her slurred, slow way she explains that the gang-railing was what  had her killing off 8 members of her own cru.  After a period of running and hiding she petitioned her case before the OG's in downtown LA, they pardoned her considering how tore up she w
Dec 30 01:49:57 :: (GC) Matty rposed: ... up she was from the railing.  That's when they placed her in the 'psycho firm'.  "Psycho firm iz da part o gang dat do anythink, we do da dirty work, da hits, da beatigs."
Dec 30 01:57:04 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Nodding at your take on it, she leaves as good enough, only tossing in, "Da psycho firm iz da cwayzies."  She nearly drowns herself getting the next beer down.  "We 'ad ta come down ta uh new pahk coz uf da wiot."  That should make the man happy, knowing he displaced some gangbangers, trouble was, now they were here, in his backyard.
Dec 30 16:25:40 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Dec 30 17:56:31 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Gabriel is smited.
Dec 30 17:56:44 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Gabriel is smited on the buttock!
Dec 30 17:56:58 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Gabriel is smited on the buttock till it's rosy!
Dec 30 18:36:01 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The group of three opened the door of the basement with ease, knowing full well what awaited them, a wicked smirk played across the Prince's face as he playfully swung his axe around, "Be on your top game boys" he said to the two men who would enter ahead of them. 
Dec 30 18:40:40 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: As soon as the cave is 'disturbed' the animated corpses begin to move, they are slow compared to real vampires, and they click their little mouths together, needing a drink badly, eager for a meal.  The stink raises with their movements and the bugs go scurrying as well, creating even more of a stench and commotion.
Dec 30 19:07:28 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: As the zombies close in, Mike swings his sword, the zombies are already in close quarters and he must not have been able to get his full swing in, the sword goes 3/4 the way through the undead creatures neck and lodges, while he's working it free the zombie tears at his cheek with those fangs. (After soak and half damage he takes 1 bashing damage.)  Finally getting his sword free, he screams at the pain, it seems to awaken him to the danger.   Steven has his hands full in the rush as well, but with a
Dec 30 19:07:59 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Steven has his hands full in the rush as well, but with a bit more finesse he manages a clean sweep, the head lops off with a gross 'plop' and the zombie has only grazed Steven's forearm with his teeth (no real damage).  Being behind them and able to pick his target, Gabriel cleanly cleaves not through one, but two (oh yes bonus for you!) zombie necks, the weight of the great axe carrying it through.  No zombies are able to get to Gabriel this round to inflict any damage. (They rolled a fail.)
Dec 30 19:27:37 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: As more zombies, mindlessly trample over the bodies of the others already fallen in battle, Mike swings again, with more gusto this time, realizing beating this many at once won't be a cakewalk.  He finally severs the one's head and it falls away to the side.  Steven is concentrating hard and his strokes make clean severs look easy, although a bit of strain on his face gives away how much this gruesome work might bother his Torry sensibilities.  That axe fairly sings through the air in Gabriel's hand
Dec 30 19:27:52 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: ...hands, gliding through bone and sinew the first zombie's head flies off and whaps the second one in the head, making it pop backwards, just out of the blades path (failure on the second in your split pool).  That's 3 more down for a total of 5.
Dec 30 19:36:37 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: As the 2 brave soldiers and their Prince battle forwards, they all blur with a sudden burst of speed, dumbfounded the zombies cannot even pretend to understand, quickly Mike has the head of another off, and his downstroke allows him to carry it  through to sever completely the head of the injured zombie at his feet.
Dec 30 19:36:40 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Steven falters for just a moment as the celerity puts him off in his so 'artful' timing of combat and he completely misses his next target (fail but not a botch).  The Prince sweeps his great axe towards another crunchy zombie neck and '''crackle''' off it goes, flying away like a long bomb for the touchdown!
Dec 30 20:00:25 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Wading farther into the mob of zombies, Mike reaches up, overhead to get a good clean wind up for the swing, homerun!  A sickening release and another zombie head flies cleanly away from it's already dropping body, with a roar he again seems to blur...  Steven in the meantime comes up against a rather 'thick necked' bull of an undead mindless thing and his sword only cleaves halfway through this time, with a uncharacteristic rage for a Torry he jerks back on it, his form blurring with speed as well..
Dec 30 20:01:10 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: ... speed as well... (zombie soaked all the damage).  Gabriel has more room to wield the axe now and it nets him not one, but two two two head in one! Swing that is.
Dec 30 20:10:55 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Jerking his sword free while in a frenzy of speed, Steven severs two heads on the backstroke, Michael winds up once more, though the zombies can't even see the bodyguards movements now that they are just blurs, and he severs another head.  Gabriel joins the two wading farther into the caverns, driving back the dwindling mob, and takes out another one, cleaving his head and one shoulder completely asunder! (16 down, 4 left)
Dec 30 20:27:46 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: The gruesome scene spreads a bit farther into the cavern, two of the remaining four zombies set upon Gabriel, sensing his more powerful threat.  One grazes his bicep, tearing his clothing with the sharp fangs, but causes no real damage (soaked), the other attacks from the opposite side, crowding him so much in the mess of parts on the floor he cannot get a good swing (fail, but not botch).  Now that the pace is back to the 'artistic' and flowing dance of the sword for Steven, he easily and cleanly re
Dec 30 20:31:52 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: he easily and cleanly removes another head, while dancing backwards to try and protect his master, Michael misses the last remaining zombie near him, but only by a hair's breadth. (fail)
Dec 30 20:42:35 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: As Michael and Steven move to shove the two zombies away from their Prince, Gabriel swings his axe, it's almost as though the three were a coordinated team, the two zombies being shoved perfectly to arrive in the path of the monstrous blade, one stumbles and only loses a tiny bit of it's dry and patchy hair, the other loses it's head totally.  Then when Gabriel uses the speed of his abilities to follow all the way around in a graceful turn, the second zombies head flies upwards with a z
Dec 30 20:43:20 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: ... 'zing' of the axe blade and it splats upon the cavern ceiling then whacks back down to the floor rolling against a headless corpse/body.
Dec 30 20:49:46 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: As the blurring of Gabriels form takes on a supernatural speed, he fairly bursts from the small knot of him, the bodyguards and that last zombie body like a small explosion, in less than a second he's upon the last screaming zombie, the gore covered blade quickly finishing the job, the hideous screeching sound the undead thing was making with it's gray, bloodless tongue hanging out is cut off forever, the echoing sound of it bounces from the walls of the cavern, and then a soft 'whoosh' is heard as t
Dec 30 20:50:37 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: ...walls of the cavern, and then a soft 'whoosh' is heard as the body hits the floor!
Dec 30 20:53:08 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Not bad fellas..not bad atall" The Prince says as he rests his axe over his shoulder, "Bloody things... I think this will be a great War Elysium..." he said as he moved slowly around the cavern to investigate, "Who would have thought Erich was one of these bloody damn monsters..." 
Dec 30 20:59:13 :: (GC) Calyce forced Beatrice to save
Dec 30 20:59:37 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "You faught well your majesty" The Brujah said as he looked down at the corpses, however the Toreador looked rather disgusted, "It was...interesting, may I have leave sir?" he asked pleafully.
Dec 30 21:03:35 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: It would seem the many bugs that live in the cavern might 'clean the mess up' as they are already swarming over the corpses...
Dec 30 21:04:31 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: It would be interesting to know just how many bodies were disposed of in such a way, food for the bugs. Death by bug? Eaten alive.. no wait, now that's just gross.
Dec 30 21:06:28 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Well... " The Prince said looking to the other brujah, "Maybe we should just...check the rest of the place out" chuckling he moved around looking at the walls, "This looks like a great place..we could definately hold up here, I need to get word to the others"
Dec 30 21:13:52 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Dec 30 21:28:39 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Come on down, you missed the party" Gabriel said with a loud laugh, "But.. theres, well.. come on down" he continued to laugh as he stood from his seat and moved toward the entrance, "This if your new domain.... the Elysium of War!"
Dec 30 21:32:51 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: ...dip and bow, not going all the way down on her knee in the bloody mess, smelling the heaviness of vitae.  "Who's blood is all this?"
Dec 30 21:49:22 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "The anarchs..." The Princes voice fell, his words becoming low, and almost in a growl, "They will pay with their lives for everything they have done" he sighed softly and looked around, "Welcome home"
Dec 30 21:52:38 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: She looks around her and coughs once, more in jest than anything. "What shall we do with all the vitae? We want to be careful of how it is disposed of, perhaps burn it up in a large cauldron?"  She looks upwards, wondering what kind of venting, if any the chambers have.  "Why didn't you tell me about the Anarchs before I arrived?  And why haven't you given me a bit more of an introduction to the court?  This last time you left a man in charge I've never met, and only seen once for about 5 minutes...
Dec 30 21:52:49 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: She looks a bit peeved at you, but she's trying to stay calm.
Dec 30 21:55:07 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Whom Gareth?" He asked casually, his eyes scanning the womans features, "I did formally introduce you to the court... not my fault you haven't seemed to act in your authority as much as I would have hoped...and to be honest the anarchs were not a threat until just now"
Dec 30 21:57:42 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: "Groaning just like a spoiled brat, Nikita says, "You introduced me to them, not them to me, I don't know these men, what are they like, what do they think of you just plopping me down here with authority.  Kenneth told me it was going to be hard to earn their respect, but if we never have a safe place to meet, I don't see how I can earn it, we're never together."  She grumbles and growls in her throat, it's almost like a cat purring since it's coming from such a lightweight and feminine form.  "I'm
Dec 30 21:57:54 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: "I'm sorry sire, but it's so frustrating, I feel like a damn caitiff here!"
Dec 30 22:00:00 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I know.. I should have taken more time in introducing them to you..." He saighed and extended an arm to lean on the wall, "We'll get this mess cleaned up somehow..no worries" he said with a shrug, "We are not togeather enough, and that is a problem...mainly because we have no where save enough to gather"
Dec 30 22:00:32 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The breeze in the night picks up for a brief moment, bringing with it the beautiful sound of a flawless electric guitar riff. It wraps around your senses, exquisite, before dying off again.
Dec 30 22:03:05 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Raising a dainty brow in total surprise, she's amazed you actually agreed with some of her points.  "Thank you then sire, it seems you do listen to me when I rant." She then chuckles.  "If we are to make this a gathering hall, then I will probably need a little bit of help.  I've not met anyone in this town yet that I would like to have as a human servant, and I will definitely come before if I do.  Could I perhaps impose upon one of our sect that does have several highly bonded servants to assist w
Dec 30 22:03:17 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: with the cleanup, I would take every precaution in them not even knowing where this is, blindfolds and all that."
Dec 30 22:07:04 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Tempted to actually fall down in the gory mess with peals of laughter, she finally says, "Could you actually see someone as 'dapper' as Kenneth down here in this helping 'clean up'?  It's hilarious, he probably wouldn't step off the stairs, afraid he'd mess his shoes.  He's such a perfectionist about his dress and body..."  she then trails off a few moments, lost in her own thoughts.  She then blinks, looking back at you, "He's the one friend I've made since arriving Sire. I like him."
Dec 30 22:11:16 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A bit of a giggle is heard from up high. Kicking her feet, a girl sits on the lowest branch of a tree, clad in leather, and with a guitar strapped to her back. Her hair is a disturbing, brilliant shade of neon pink, and she looks ready to go to a heavy metal show, "..Heya, stranger..", she calls out, blowing Christian a kiss.
Dec 30 22:14:15 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Caly smiles.
Dec 30 22:24:45 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..I needja to unlock this, big boy..", the pink-haired girl admits, digging around in her noticeable cleavage for a moment, before pulling out a masterlock. She gives it a little twirl on her finger, before tossing it down to Christian. It's in the locked position, "..I can do it. Can you?". Her questions is less of a question, and more of a challenge, though.
Dec 30 22:27:28 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince shrugged slowly, "They will do what I say or else right dear?" he said with a soft chuckle, "I also like Kenneth alot..though his recent trips and lack of being in the domain has me slightly worried"
Dec 30 22:37:00 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The girl shrugs a bit, lightly, and seeming more adorable than a busload of asian schoolgirls. She wrinkles her nose up for a bit, giving a flick of her neon pink hair, and tempts with, "..Pretend it goes to a chastity belt..".
Dec 30 22:42:58 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The man bows gently with a wide grin on his face, ever the gentleman and scholar.  ((cha 4 btw)) "Prince Gabriel, I can understand your not remembering me.  It has been many a decade since we were first introduced.  I am Donovan Strohm, childe of Lord Alexander Del Monte." 
Dec 30 22:46:55 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: With another giggle, and a finger pressed to her pert, full lips for a moment, the pink-haired girl admits, "..That's for me to know..", before allowing a slender hand to trace down the front of her leather jacket, drawing down the zipper some to reveal more of her ample cleavage, "..and for you to find out, Mr. Christian..".
Dec 30 22:47:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe steel door slides open, revealing the well-dressed form of the Sheriff of Los Angeles, his hands resting at his sides, posture slightly slouched. His dark eyes survey the odd, cavernous and red-tinted area before him with approval, as though he's been hoping for such an Elysium his entire unlife. He steps forward, reaching up to adjust his tie, the usual cold, down to business look adorning his features. "@rI see we've taken to hiding under carrion and slinking back in the darkness.@D"@W
Dec 30 22:50:40 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Nikita nods, "You were absent when I got word of his wishing to formally renew acquaintance my Prince, and then with the confusion of the attack, I didn't have time to announce him to you.  In fact, I unknowingly told him to meet me at this hotel."  She turns to Donovan and says, "Mr. Strohm, this is our Prince, Gabriel Bennett of the clan Brujah." She then very formally turns, even though Kenneth arrives at that moment, "My Prince, this is Mr. Donovan Strohm, of the clan Ventrue.  He was introduced
Dec 30 22:50:58 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: He was introduced to the former Prince, but now desired to renew relations with the Camarilla of the city.
Dec 30 22:53:17 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Ahhh I see" The Prince said as his eyes darted over to the Sheriff, "Good to see you Kenneth, this will be our Elysium of war, until at which time we can rest peacefully once more, I figured you would find it fitting" chuckling he looked back to the ventrue, "Well, I guess I cannot welcome one who has already been welcomed.... none the less, good to see you"
Dec 30 22:54:01 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He bowed down to the price, his body lowering, but nonetheless the predator inside of him locked eyes with the Prince, examing his worth.  No disrespect of course...but they were Beasts, they highest of them.  "Yes, I have been busy with keeping my Sire's fingers in the kine world, and he has just recently....taken leave, and so I have been told tos tep forward and continue to represent in his stead."  The bright smile on the man's faced, revealed grace and posture that mere words alone couldn't do 
Dec 30 22:54:09 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: no matter how smooth
Dec 30 22:59:25 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth steps forward, the bottom of his trenchcoat swaying about his legs. "@rAha. Could use some glade plug-ins, to be honest.@D" Kenneth continues walking forward, his gaze traveling up and down the walls of the basement cave. Despite his joke, no humor is apparent in his features. He ignores Donovan entirely, despite their earlier encounter on the streets. "@rHarpy, Prince.@D" Kenneth offers a wink to Nikita, and a lazy two-fingered salute to Gabriel.@W
Dec 30 23:01:19 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Don't think about it too hard, sugah..", the girl admits, drawing down the zipper just a bit more in quite the seductive way. She wrinkles her nose up a bit, watching the man and his lock, and holding her perched spot upon the lowest branch of the tree, "..It's really simple. I just know you can do it..".
Dec 30 23:06:05 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: I hope you can overlook my breach of manners." 
Dec 30 23:07:52 :: (GC) Calyce forced Gabriel to save
Dec 30 23:10:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: As you pull on the lock, it just pops open. Easily! Why didn't you do that the first time? The girl on the branch giggles again, in that wholly innocent, but obviously fake manner, drawing her tongue across her full upper lip, before speaking, "..Awesome. Do it again now. Rock 'n Roll, Chris..".
Dec 30 23:11:38 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Of course not.  Don't trouble yourself with such things.  Accidents happen.  It's not as if you lured me down here where I actaulyl had to face off any of these disgusting beasts."  -he offered her an easy smile
Dec 30 23:13:54 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth continues looking around, glancing to the group and raising an eyebrow as though just entering the conversation, paying the social game no attention. "@rHm? Oh, the usual. Watching various shady characters in our beloved city, you know the game.@D" Kenneth raises a hand, his dark eyes perusing the nails with indifference. "@rDissent is always so violent. Even these mortal revolutionaries, shouting about the 'system' and such nonsense. Why can't these hooligans simply lay down and allow us 
Dec 30 23:14:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rWhy can't these hooligans simply lay down and allow us to pull the naptime blankets over their eyes?@D" Sarcasm drips from every word, and he lowers his hand and raises his eyes, expression still coldly apathetic as he gives Nikita an analytical look.@W
Dec 30 23:17:11 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Oh there. No cheating now. You have to lock it back right..", the pink-haired girls admits, cupping her hand in a catching motion, "..Toss it up here, tiger..". Her fingers withdrawn from her jacket zipper now, she winks at him.
Dec 30 23:18:33 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I am soon to declare us at war with the anarchs, enjoy the extent of your freedom now my friends" The Prince sighed deeply, "For once I do security will tighten to a degree never seen here before, no one will be allowed in public alone.. EVER if we do move..it will be with great stealth and between locations...there will be no time to take a walk down the beach or anything like that" his fist clinched at his side, "Until this anarch mess is destroyed... it pains me greatly to even have to do such t
Dec 30 23:18:45 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: things, but as such is for the greater good"
Dec 30 23:19:18 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Returning Kenneth's gaze, but without the indifference, Nikita appears to be a more lively, animated personality. "Hooligans he calls them, they damn near burned down North Hollywood the other night, looting and rioting." She chuckles, "And have you met any new and interesting 'shady' characters Sheriff? I would like to hear about them if you have, I need to stay apprised so I can do my job better,
Dec 30 23:20:21 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: seems I've not been 'keeping' much of anything lately, with all the attacks and arsons."  She waves Donovan over closer, waving a hand to the 'clean' rock that Mike has vacated at the bidding of the Prince for him to complete some tasks. Then she falls quiet at the words of the Prince about not going out alone, her temporary gaity gone, she nods solemnly.
Dec 30 23:22:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Slipping from her spot in the treetop, the pink-haired girl hits the ground but takes the blow with grace, remaining on her feet. She closes the lock, and hearing it click, spins it around on her finger, "..You have qualities about you that just need...unlocked..", she states, taking a few steps closer to him, and pushing the lock back down between her breasts again.
Dec 30 23:25:25 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe sheriff raises an eyebrow at the Prince, sliding his hands into his pockets. The sarcasm and wit of his mannerisms fall away like the brick of Elysium during the explosion. "@r/War/? Surely we can't hope to battle such a force, your Majesty.@D" Kenneth turns, facing nothing in particular, his expression deep in thought. Suddenly he turns back, already having contemplated the matter. "@rOn second thought, I would proudly face the swelling hordes of those who seek to destroy borders. Such... ope
Dec 30 23:25:40 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rOn second thought, I would proudly face the swelling hordes of those who seek to destroy borders. Such... open space is disturbing.@D" Kenneth turns to Nikita, hands still in the pockets of his trenchcoats. "@rAnd if you seek a ride home, my dear, that gallant steed which has aided me in the apocalyptic fronts waits outside. We may as well get a jump on the buddy system.@D"@W
Dec 30 23:25:52 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The tall man eyes the lock for a moment before noticing just where she puts it. His gaze shifts up from there though to meet her own gaze as his arms cross over his chest, "Hmm. And how are those to be unlocked?" He replies before offering a small chuckle.
Dec 30 23:28:28 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The man seems to frown a bit, lips pursing in thought.  "That is a difficult request to complie with good Prince.  In such a large city, we cannot truly be expected to just sit and wait for another Kindred to appear and spend time with us.  It is a bit of a difficulty inherently anyways."  He approaches slowly, the cool leather of his shoes creeping along the slick floor, easily sidestepping the puddles of Zombie blood.  "I understand what you mean, sir, but if I may be so bold as to say that an ord
Dec 30 23:29:32 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: as to say that an order likle that is difficult at the best, and downright impossible in most cases.  Something less so widesweeping might be better."
Dec 30 23:34:47 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "It is my will however my fine Ventrue, and it will be enforced for all of our safty.. Mr.Sheriff we will not fight an outright war, however our war will be equally as destructive" The Prince spoke quickly as he looked betwee neach person there, "We will attack the weak points they have, and destroy their leaders... I will rally forces from nearby cities...and more than likely bring back the long dead Warmaster title, if for nothing more than moral boost" 
Dec 30 23:35:44 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..In the same way that you did the lock. But harder. It will take more effort. It won't be as simple, and it might...just kill you..", the girl admits, touching a finger to Christian's shoulder and tip-toeing around him, her steps silent upon the lush and green grass, "..Do you think that you can do it..?".
Dec 30 23:39:17 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Of course.  I'm sure most of my business can be conducted by phone either way."  --he smiled graciously, conealing any disappointment at the ruling easily.  In between the others words he just watches, taking them each in more fully.
Dec 30 23:39:52 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: She wrinkles her nose at that thought, good thing she wasn't inside it when it burned.
Dec 30 23:42:11 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods his head in response, his dark, endless eyes settling on the Prince. "@rNaturally. I was very close to dragging that nasty MacNeil fellow through the fire during the attack. Alas, he broke free of my tentacular grasp.@D" Kenneth turns, giving an uncaring shrug, to face Nikita. "@rAh, my dear, that simply won't do.@D" As though sensing the meeting is over, the smooth-talking Kenneth places an arm around the keeper's shoulders and steers her towards the exit, offering the Prince another
Dec 30 23:43:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @Doffering the Prince another two-fingered salute of respect. "@rI'll get you fixed up right and proper with a place to stay. This coliseum without a janitor isn't fit for your presence.@D"@W
Dec 30 23:45:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..You've died once, but if you die again, I will be sorely disappointed..", the pink-haired girl admits, seeming more serious now with this subject, "..You must survive. You have potential, and it is just waiting to become kinetic. Haven't you ever wanted to be able to do...anything..?", she asks, letting another giggle slip.
Dec 30 23:45:05 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "You may all stay here in the hotel, as I now own it..its rooms and services are completely at all of the camarills use" The Prince said as he moved toward the exit, "There is much that is to be done... and that Macneil fellow will suffer final death at my hands..." he growled as this was said but continued toward the exit, "Mr.Strohm, anything you require do let me know, what business is it that you deal in?"
Dec 30 23:49:50 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: In a terrible seductive manner, the pink-haired figure draws her fingertip down Christian's chest, purring, "..You don't have to unlock abilities to have certain things, sugar..". That said though, she takes a step back, "..And you will survive. You will continue to try and unlock what you come across through. Windows, doors, ...secrets..".
Dec 30 23:52:55 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: (Nikita cont) I will stay here, probably in Suite 2."  She waits for some sort of response, not sure if Gabriel will take the political Prince approach or a more sire-like approach.  She smiles at Mr. Strohm and nods as he departs up the stairs with an escort. She calls out, "Make sure he gets accompaniment, by order of the Prince!"
Dec 30 23:55:21 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: (Nikita cont) I will stay here, probably in Suite 2."  She waits for some sort of response, not sure if Gabriel will take the political Prince approach or a more sire-like approach.  She smiles at Mr. Strohm and nods, then speaks to a guard and pointing at Donovan she requests "Make sure he gets accompaniment, by order of the Prince!  Someone to his personality and liking."
Dec 31 00:00:34 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth remains standing there with his arm around Nikita's shoulder, his cold features still displaying indifference. He awaits Gabriel's answer, raising a hand casually to check his wristwatch.@W
Dec 31 00:02:19 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Its up to you dear, I will not decide on way or another" The Prince said as he turned to face the ventrue, "Have any connections with weapons or utilitys?" he asked casually, before turning to face Beatrice, "Excuse the mess Lady Primogen, I had to kill ... about 20 zombies earlier, it seems our former Harpy Erich, had a dark secret he kept from us"
Dec 31 00:05:57 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Not specifically no.  Though I'm sure I could drawt he strings necessary to make it that no one paid attention to certain shipments of such things.  Just a matter of a well placed word or two."  He gave a reassuring nod to the Prince, his eyes darting to the short woman and offering her a respectful nod--
Dec 31 00:06:21 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth leads Nikita out, offering Beatrice a nod, and yet another salute to the Prince.@W
Dec 31 00:09:27 :: (GC) Calyce forced Kenneth to save
Dec 31 00:09:38 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth leads Nikita out to the street, idly chatting along the way, through the straight halls and rectangular doorways of the Hotel. "@rSo, my dear, how have things been, hmm? I'm afraid we haven't had the liberty to converse freely in quite a while.@D" He glances sideways at the woman, a very serious look in his eyes, although it could be the usual grim humor of this dark man. "@rHave you been keeping yourself well? Choosing safe habits and the like? These are dark times, my dear. Red times. 'A
Dec 31 00:09:52 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@r'A' times.@D"@W
Dec 31 00:11:59 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "'at's one heckov'a axe, Prince," Bea says with a grin before adding, "Too bad boutcha arm though, but you'll heal up...tell me...what those suckers look like when they die? Like in those video games I play at tha stores in them displays?" Her eyes glimmer a bit with interest.
Dec 31 00:13:01 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Scuffing a booted foot on the sidewalk she doesn't answer verbally, she just looks up and then down the street, finally she shakes her head. "I don't think he, I mean the Prince, realized that I arrived here broke, I was sleeping in you know where, and well, had a few rude awakenings."  She seems almost ashamed, if one of her kind can feel shame. "What do you mean by 'A' times?"
Dec 31 00:17:34 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DBefore answering, Kenneth moves to the side of his freshly red-painted car, opening the passenger door for the lady, before moving to the driver side and climbing in. Once they are safely inside, and the engine roars to life, he turns to her and says "@rAnarchy A, my dear. Certainly you've seen one.@D" He pulls out onto the street, speeding towards the highway, headlights cutting through the night. "@rWould you mind staying with me tonight? I'd rather appreciate knowing you're safe and sound. A di
Dec 31 00:17:51 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rI'd rather appreciate knowing you're safe and sound. A dingy hotel room is hardly desirable.@D"@W
Dec 31 00:25:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth smiles, though the chill remains in his features. The darkness of his eyes seems to shroud his very personality. "@rAh, don't fret, precious. I'll take care of you.@D" He leans forward as they pull onto the freeway, turning up the volume on his stereo system. Queen of the Night, Mozart's famous opera, cuts quite clearly into the car. Kenneth seems to be an odd man, indeed. "@rHope you enjoy opera, I live all the way out in Orange County. Aria's voice shall accompany us along the way.@D"@W
Dec 31 00:26:14 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I'll take care of it immediately."  He nodded to the man and then once more to the woman.  "I will leave you two to your business then.  Pleasure making your aquaintance Prince Gabriel."  He bowed once more, lifitng the hat off as he did so before replacing it.  On his way out he stopped by the guard, picking up his two silver Glock .357's and sliding them into the back of his pants under the coat.
Dec 31 00:35:55 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "I'll try my best, Prince...Now I'm back in my ol' hangouts...maybe I can find some contacts that c'n cut us a deal. How much ya look'n ta spend, roundabouts?" Bea asks with raised brow as she considers, reaching up to run a few fingers over the point of her chin.
Dec 31 00:37:34 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth laughs quite loudly, speeding up and passing a minivan on the freeway quite easily. "@rHow can you not like /jazz/? It's got class, my dear.@D" Kenneth raises an eyebrow, reaching over to touch Nikita's face softly. Meanwhile, the car continues speeding dangerously down the freeway. Its obvious Kenneth himself has never been warmly fit into a family or relationship. "@rNoone has ever given a shit about me, so I suppose I should transcend such emotional distance.@D" Despite his words, his f
Dec 31 00:37:47 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DDespite his words, his features remain cold, even as he caresses Nikita's chin. "@rYou'll be safe in my condo.@D"@W
Dec 31 00:40:44 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Good good... be careful in the outside world Bea...alot of danger lurks out there now" the Prince sighed, "Even more so with all of these anarchs running around"
Dec 31 00:43:48 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: "Do you, uh, do you have any odd habits I should know about, I don't want to accidentally offend you."  It sounds like an innocent enough question, even if it is odd.
Dec 31 00:48:38 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Ye got it then boss, I'll see what I kin do. Hahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh leeeeeeeeeeee WOOD! Can't wait ta see which 'a the other ol' timers are still kickin about," Bea replies before giving a bow of her head and adding, "I'll be careful, Prince. Ye know me." She gives a wave on the way out.
Dec 31 00:50:37 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth takes his hand away for a moment, before letting it rest on the woman's shoulder. "@rWhy, what is this nonsense? I wouldn't dare hurt you, dear.@D" He touches her cheek again, before pulling his hand away to shift gears, passing a motorcyclist with ease. "@rOdd habits? Well, I drink blood, I occasionally kill people, and I call at least one man in this world 'Your Majesty'.@D" He smiles, letting his hand rise back to her shoulder. "@rWhy? Are there any odd habits of yours I should be warne
Dec 31 00:50:47 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rWhy? Are there any odd habits of yours I should be warned about?@D"@W
Dec 31 00:56:42 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth raises an eyebrow, leaving his hand on her shoulder. "@r'Hack'? What exactly do you mean?@D" He watches the road ahead, the engine roaring as he drives along.
Dec 31 01:00:35 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: "Cut, I like to cut myself up, or break a bone, maybe a finger or two, I can't explain, maybe I'm just still caught up in being beaten my whole mortal life. Maybe I still, even now, need to know I can feel something, I can still feel pain." Nikita sounds pretty matter of fact in her explanation, even though the expression on her face gives away a bit of the reasons, for once she has a look of 'pleasure' on her features.  Even talking about this seems to have done something to her earlier tenseness a
Dec 31 01:00:55 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: ...earlier tenseness about having nowhere to stay.
Dec 31 01:06:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth frowns as they pull off of the freeway, reaching forward to caress the side of the girl's face again. "@rOh dear, that's terrible. I'm sorry you have to commit to such a thing.@D" He shifts gears again as they pull along the beach boulevard. "@r/But/@D" He admits, giving her a rather warm smile. "@rI suppose I can see how you've developed such a thing.@D"@W
Dec 31 01:14:14 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth continues soaking all of this in with his usual cold features as they pull up outside of a beach condo. He kills the engine, caresses the girl's cheek once more, and steps outside. He moves around the front of the car and opens Nikita's door, watching her with that same analytical look, as though trying to decide his opinion of her.@W
Dec 31 01:27:53 :: (GC) Calyce forced Kenneth to save
Dec 31 01:33:03 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods his head and closes the car door, before turning and retrieving a set of jangling keys from his pocket. He leads his guest up to the front door, the sound of the mellow waves in the distance, the smell of the sea at their nostrils. "@rThat's quite alright, dear. You'll find I'm a fairly understanding person.@D" As Kenneth opens the door and steps in, he flicks on the lights and walks towards the center of the living room, holding out his arms and smiling. "@rWelcome to my humble abode
Dec 31 01:33:28 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rWelcome to my humble abode.@D" The condo is actually quite nice, and Kenneth lets out a weary sigh, the end of another long day. He walks to his bedroom, throwing himself upon his bed in a display of exhaustion that Kenneth rarely allows others to witness. "@rI suppose if you're uncomfortable, I can sleep on the floor if you'd like to take my bed. My room is the only windowless one in the house.@D"@W
Dec 31 01:39:18 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth frowns, shaking his head. He rolls off of the bed, thumping to the floor quite dramatically, and stares at Nikita with a playful gleam in his eye. "@rNO! That will /not/ do. My guest will take the comfort. Please.@D" With that he rolls onto his side, at the foot of the bed, curls up, and pretends to snore.@W
Dec 31 01:42:11 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Laughing lightly, Nikita actually approaches and starts to pummel you lightly, "No no no! A guest does not impose dammit!"  She starts to pick you up bodily to put you back in bed, but she's laughing enough she doesn't manage it very quickly.  "Please, just let me sleep on the floor?"
Dec 31 01:45:14 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth grumbles, as though woken from a deep sleep, and pulls Nikita onto the bed with him as he's pushed onto it. With that he yells "@rVictory!@D" In a playful tone, and attempts to make his escape back onto the floor, to return to his mock hibernation.@W
Dec 31 01:50:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth ceases snoring, but offers a loud sigh as the pillow smacks his face. He rolls over as Nikita thumps down next to him, pushing against her. "@rGood Day, then, my dear. May the carpet caress your form.@D" Just before he falls into slip, his arm slips over her, and his head becomes slack on the pillow.@W
Dec 31 01:51:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Kenneth gets diablerized. 
Jan  1 20:34:07 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Sitting at the bar is a man very much not mixing in with the crowd.  He sits a bit in the darker corner though and has seemed to avoiud personality despite his clearly imposing aura that sorrounds him.  He is watching the current band on stage carefully, taking notes.
Jan  1 20:43:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Standing idly against a wall, half way between the bar and the stage, a willowy form can be seen. Separated from most of the pulsating crowd, the youthful figure's cerulean gaze scans the writhing humanity with both caution and detached interest swirling in the pale depths of brilliant irises. Lithe arms wrap around a slender and very much androgynous torso, elbows resting comfortably against the slight dip of a trim waist and nimble fingers gently toying with the buttons of the youth's shirt,
Jan  1 20:44:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: youth's shirt, the top few coming undone in the process. Golden curls frame an angelic countenance, bangs obscuring finely-drawn features. Full lips, pursed together in a straight line, part slightly as a light puff of breath escapes them, blowing away the stray locks of hair.
Jan  1 20:49:44 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: An expression draws itself on the face of the "young" businessman.  Difficult to tell if that look is a grin or a grimace, the iced iris's that sorrounded an endless onyx, a reflection of the beast that lie dbeneath them turned to carefully look at the crowd.  The silver buttons and cufflinks dance along with the lights, playing a soft light against his face, and he almost seemed to be in a fish bowl.  Finally he found it.  That which his nose had led him too.  The smell of somehing more than the sa
Jan  1 20:50:01 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The smell of somehing more than the salt that poured over the mortal's bodies.  More than the blood that drew him in from just below the skin.  Kindred.
Jan  1 21:02:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Both a man and woman, in turn, approach the youthful figure in a flirtatious manner. Eyelids shadowing the youth's piercing gaze, lashes gently kissing the rounded apples of pale cheeks in a coy manner. At the same time, arms move upwards slightly, long fingers leaving the buttons and moving to toy with the scarlet laces of a bodice now visible beneath the airy black material of the angelic form's now opened shirt.
Jan  1 21:02:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The androgynous dips and curves of a slender chest, trim waist and narrow hips are now displayed for all to see, elegant motions adding to the innocently flirtatious movements. However, the youth's almost playful demeanor soon hardens, eyes glowering with annoyance and a faint sneer ghosting over petal-pink lips. However, the emotions vanish quickly, replaced by pure detachment and nonchalance.
Jan  1 21:09:03 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Pretty thing, but one must not forgot what it was after all.  Beneath the hardened lips, teeth bared and fangs begged for release, the beast roaring for attention, but the man was a paragon of control, the tense jaw instead morphing with vicissitudal ease into a wide grin.  He nodded to the Kindred, the cool blue eyes lcoking with it...just in case.  One hand snaked back to his side, closer to his backside as the other let the pen and pad of paper drop onto the dirty bar next to a growning mountain 
Jan  1 21:09:24 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: as the other let the pen and pad of paper drop onto the dirty bar next to a growning mountain of shot glasses form his neighbors and then turned into a cordial wave.  One must be civil after all.
Jan  1 21:19:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: @WAmidst the sea of thrashing ruffians and young punksters, a blue-eyed man walks, heading straight for the bar. He wears a white button-up shirt, and a name tag is clipped to his shirt pocket, clearly displaying the name @RElijah@W. He slinks along, looking worn-out and tired after a long day, and finally arrives at his intended destination. He sits on a stool, leveling his weary, blue-eyed gaze at the bartender, and slides out of his black, rain-slicked jacket. "Rum and coke." He sighs out, throwi
Jan  1 21:20:04 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: @WHe looks around, blinking, before pulling out a ten dollar bill an saying "Better add a couple shots of vodka, actually."
Jan  1 21:20:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Meeting the gaze for only a moment, the youth's own cerulean gaze breaks contact in an almost bored manner, edged with more than a bit of caution. The brilliant lighting of the club reflects off of alabaster skin, lending a rainbow of hues to porcelain flesh. A brow, more brunette than blond in color, is raised slightly in an almost questioning manner as a slight nod of both greeting and indifference is offered to the well-dressed man. Eyes following the man's every movement with practiced and knowi
Jan  1 21:21:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: with practiced and knowing precision, the man himself is looked upon in an appraising manner, gaze sweeping his form. A pause is made from time to time, before the youth's eyes casually drift away. Narrow hips sway slightly as one long, single stride is taken forward, weight easily shifted from front to back, poised for swift movement. Through it all, the willowy form remains stoic, visage passive and detached.
Jan  1 21:28:48 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The grin stays on his face at seeing the other creature break the gaze first.  At least it knew not to test games.  quietly he turned a bit in his stool and kept an eye on the group on stage, their set almost finishing up.  He turned once more, and tapped on the counter waving the bartender over.  "Get 4 screwdrivers going."  The tone had all the air of power and cordiality that went with the princes of era's long past.
Jan  1 21:33:36 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The blue-eyed man in the loosened waiter's uniform knocks back a shot, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. He looks to either side of him, and happens to be sitting next to the fellow who had just ordered four screwdrivers. He smirks feebly, rocking his head back and forth casually. "Evening." He says timidly, reaching up to fidget with the dry spikes of black hair atop his head.
Jan  1 21:37:20 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The eyes shut for a moment and the freezing winds of the north that accompanied them revealed themselves but a moment later facing the young man next to him.  They took in every aspect of the boy, drawing in his aura and soul it would seem.  There was power to those eyes, and power to the man in general.  He flashed a powerful grin and returned the nod, head gently rocking on a swivel.  "Good evening, indeed.  Tough day at work?"  One hand still rests comfortably at his side but the other rises up t
Jan  1 21:37:35 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: One hand still rests comfortably at his side but the other rises up to pick the hat up off his head briefly in greeting.
Jan  1 21:40:00 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The name-tagged 'Elijah' shrugs, trying to look cool and snug as he reaches into his pocket, before pulling out a cheap bic lighter and a pack of cigarettes. "Oh, it was alright. Same old, you know?" He reaches forward before preparing a cigarette for himself, taking a gulp of his rum and coke. He slips a cigarette between his lips before lighting the thing, and pulls it from his mouth to exhale smoke. "Want a cig?" He asks, eyebrow raised, through a cloud of cigarette smoke.
Jan  1 21:54:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The faintest hint of amusement flickers through the youthful form's eyes, nimble fingers stopping their seemingly incessant movement for a moment as another long, casual stride is taken forward. The creak of well-polished leather and the gentle thud of a platform sole landing against the dance floor is drowned out by the beat of the music. Another step is taken and narrow, yet defined, hips softly swaying with each movement made. Broad, thin shoulders hunch slightly from their squared-back position,
Jan  1 21:54:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: squared-back position, adding a somewhat demure aura about the willowy figure. Eyelids remain casually lowered in a coy manner, shadowing the youth's eyes now, save for the flash of the multi-hued lighting. whispy golden bangs once more fall to obscure angelic features, and once more full pink lips part so that a soft puff of breath can pass over them and blow the strands away. Lithe arms continue to be pressed against androgynous sides, long fingers once more toying with the scarlet laces of a crim
Jan  1 21:54:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: toying with the scarlet laces of a crimson bodice.
Jan  1 21:55:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: @GKeriol @Dtells you, '@wBlizzard is such a fag. Hate that dude.'@n
Jan  1 21:55:25 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: @GKeriol @Dtells you, '@wBlizzard is such a fag. Hate that dude.'@n
Jan  1 22:03:01 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: A strong tenor curls out the words "Donovan" to the young man as the free hand slides up and grasps the young man's in a powerful grip.  The strength of the man is perhaps a bit surprising but nothing that wouldn't be expected from someone who seemed to be woven together with steel fabric.  "So then, just letting the day wear off with a nice drink?  I like to do so as well.  Put's some life back in me."  He grinned widely, clearly entertained by his own humor, but the back of his mind chipped slowly
Jan  1 22:03:12 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He grinned widely, clearly entertained by his own humor, but the back of his mind chipped slowly at him warning him to keep at the ready fromt he other
Jan  1 22:12:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The willowy form continues a slow and steady trek towards the bar, carefully weaving through the crowd with practiced grace and ease. Occasionally, a touch or word pauses the youthful figure mid-stride, head tilting to the side slightly as an evaluating look is offered to the offending party, the faintest hint of annoyance ghosting over angelic features. However, it's not long before the youth's head is righted and once more the easy strides begin once more. From time to time, cerulean eyes blink an
Jan  1 22:12:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: cerulean eyes blink and the slender, very androgynous, chest rises to draw a gentle breath. After several more moments of stepping around the pulsating mass of club-goers, the angelic figure is within several steps of the bar, caught between the throng of people seeking a drink, and the throng gyrating upon the dance floor.
Jan  1 22:20:08 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "The night is busy as usual it would seem."  He paused and turned on the stool, the screw beneath creaking iwth effort to make the turn as he grasped the four cups and handed them to the musicians who had just finished playing,  "Excellent show tonight boys.  Go party it up.  Alphonse will take care of the payment tomorrow, alright?"  The flashing smile assured the men everything was okay and they took their drinks hiding out into the crowd to join the fans they had in there.  Turning back around he
Jan  1 22:20:45 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Turning back around he took a long drag on the mini cigar, the milky smoke easing out in a parody of breathing  "Busy, but well, and yourself Elijah?"
Jan  1 22:28:20 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The blue-eyed man shrugs, setting his glass back down and causing the ice to clink against the glass inside. "I'm alright." He offers, his expression turning somewhat sour. He watches the exchange between the other man and the band members, and an eyebrow rises on his forehead as he blows smoke out towards the crowd. "Do you work for this club? You a manager or something?"
Jan  1 22:28:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes, alight with a myriad of colors from the flashing lights, simply watch the two men with detached interest, weight casually shifted from one foot to the other. One foot reaches out slightly, the toe of a platform boot dragging slowly across the floor in one easy movement, soon followed by another. After five easy swipes, the movements become more intricate, each careful and precise, seeming to trace symbols unseen to other eyes. However, this seems almost to be subconscious, as at the s
Jan  1 22:29:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: as at the same time, one forearm raises upwards, elbow vacating its place at the youth's waist. Index finger extended, the tip gently traces the smooth, pale skin covering a visible collarbone, the motion almost playful and flirtatious.
Jan  1 22:35:34 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Donovan's head shakes again, the hat following smoothly and without a trace of needing readjustment.  "No, I work as a producer.  Those guys are a new act the label was considering.  Decided to come by and check them out live."  He dragged more of the cigar, his breath seemingly endless as the red crawled agaonizingly towards the mouthpiece, imitading blood leaking away.
Jan  1 22:38:30 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Oh, cool." Elijah replies, ashing his cigarette and taking a drink from his rum and coke. "Producer, huh? Sounds fun, man. How'd you land a job like that?" Elijah looks away, blushing slightly, and shrugs. "I mean, you probably just decided to.." He glances back, smiling nervously, and shakes his head. "Nevermind."
Jan  1 22:44:48 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Hard work and dedication boy.  Just like everything else that merits gain.  Go to school if you can.  You know, the typical bullshit people say actaully works."  Donovan still seemed to occasionally slip in to mortal thoughts and habits despite his age, but that may have to do with his strong connections to the mortal world.  He watched a fleck of ash float down, grey leaves falling from a dead tree, some hidden wind in the club floating them over in the direction of the other kindred as if beckoni
Jan  1 22:44:59 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: " as if beckoning to follow,
Jan  1 22:48:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Brunette brow raising ever-so-slightly, the youthful form drags one foot forward, the toe of the other balancing precariously for a mere moment as the awkward step is completed. Once more, patterns and symbols are traced into the floor in an almost compulsive manner, the sole of the boot leaving behind a light scuff or two in the process. Eyes panning the bar with an almost blaise attitude, the willowy youth's gaze finally pauses upon the black-haired waiter, watching him for several moments before 
Jan  1 22:49:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: for several moments before a secretive smile plays upon the corners of petal-pink lips. The well-dressed figure is seemingly ignored for now, a soft and gentle voice calling out from several steps away from the bar itself, "Where do you work?" The angelic being's tone is no louder than needed, yet crisp and clear at the same time. Face still void of any true emotion, the questioning is within large eyes and long, batting lashes.
Jan  1 22:57:16 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "What? Oh. I work at Valentino's. Little italian place on Santa Monica." He nods, before turning back to Donovan. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude. I'm a little stressed right now." Elijah slaps another ten dollar bill onto the bar, closing his eyes and planting his elbows on the bar, as his thumbs begin to rub his temples in a meditative motion. "Four shots of tequila." He says in a strained voice, smoke trailing towards the ceiling from the end of his cigarette.
Jan  1 23:00:12 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Not at all.  Curiosity is an important trait.  A trait that helps people further themselves.  Keep it.  But be careful....the old saying is true.  Curiosity killed the cat."  The frozen blue oceans emebedded in his face gently turn to acknowledge the other vampire once more, keeping a close eye on it.
Jan  1 23:05:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose "What happened?" The youth's tone is rather casual, and as androgynous as the form it comes from. Yet, sympathy is seemingly there, a true sense of wondering. "If...you don't mind me asking...", holding a tentative edge now, an elegant neck arcs gracefully, then turns slightly, glancing once more at the well-dressed figure before the cerulean gaze shifts again to the ebony-haired waiter. Head tilting to the side slighting in silent questioning, the youth watches the main, awaiting an answer. F
Jan  1 23:05:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Fingers continue to gently trace the flawless skin along the rather visible collarbone, the tips dancing lightly over pale flesh, highlighted by the lighting.
Jan  1 23:09:49 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter continues rubbing his temples until the sound of the shots tapping on the bartop is brought to his ears. His eyelids snap open, and he knocks back a shot before turning to face the androgynous youth. "What happened?" The booze seems to be kicking in, and he takes a long, slow drag from his cigarette. "Shit. That's what happened. It always does." He smiles, blowing smoke in a long stream towards no particular direction. "Nothing, though. Just rent time. Money. Shit." He shrugs, knocking ba
Jan  1 23:09:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He shrugs, knocking back another shot and ashing his cigarette unenthusiastically.
Jan  1 23:19:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: While there's no sympathy within the youth's piercing gaze, there is a trace of curiosity. A slight nod, polite in its mannerism but a little stiffer in its movement, is offered to the waiter, a ghost of expression urging him to continue on. Full lips are now pursed in a line, holding neither a smile nor a frown, though the same vague emotion touched them for a mere moment as well. Foot ceasing its tracing movements, a sidestep is taken now, taking the willowy form away from the crowd of dancers and
Jan  1 23:19:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: crowd of dancers and closer to the bar, without coming too much closer to the two men. Fingers too, cease their motion as lithe arms lower themselves to toy and play with the lacings of the bodice.
Jan  1 23:25:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter knocks back all three remaining shots, standing off of his stool and teetering slightly forward. He places a hand on Donovan's shoulder to stop himself from falling as he nearly loses balance. He pulls back, dropping his cigarette on the ground and grinding it out with his foot before looking at the androgynous youth, and the other well-dressed man. "Well." He says, pulling the rain-slicked jacket back around his lean form. "I think it's time to score some bud and forget this mess." He sm
Jan  1 23:25:47 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He smiles nervously, placing a hand on the bar to steady himself as he stares at the exit like a looming, deathly endpoint. He watches the sea of dancers with a crooked smile, reaching up to mess with the dry spikes atop his head again.
Jan  1 23:35:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head tilting to the side once more in the same quirky manner, the willowy figure studies the waiter with a knowing eye and appraising gaze. Head righting itself once more, a slight nod is offered to the ebony-haired man in response to his words. Taking a few strides towards him, the youthful form offers the well-dressed figure a fleeting glance from out of the corner of his eye. "You shouldn't be alone.", is stated simply, tone not truly caring, but still interested. Another few steps bring the yout
Jan  1 23:35:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Another few steps bring the youth up to the waiter, pausing for a moment to check on him before heading to and out the door.
Jan  1 23:39:23 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The slightly drunken man steps outside, staggering, and flops back against the brick of the Club. The pulsing music reaches his ears from inside, and he pulls a cigarette from a pack of marlboro's with shaking hands. He looks around, his blue eyes narrowed, and coughs smoker-like a single time. He places a cigarette between his lips and lights it, letting out a long stream of smoke as he slides down on the wall, taking a seat right on the cold concrete, huddled in his jacket and aura of smoke. The b
Jan  1 23:39:35 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The blue tie around his neck has been loosened, and his eyes close as his head settles against the brick wall.
Jan  1 23:49:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Away from the noise and heat of the club, the youth draws a soft breath, nostrils flaring slightly in the process. Elbows unbending slowly, arms rise up and away from his androgynous torso, stretched out parallel to broad, thin shoulders before raising over the head of golden curls, hand grasping each other in a languid stretch. Back arching almost flirtatiously, eyes close as the pose is held for a few moments, opening only after the lithe limbs glide gracefully back down to their place at th
Jan  1 23:49:33 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: to their place at the youth's side. Pale hand rest upon jean-clad thighs, long fingers tracing delicate patterns against the denim. A few small steps carry the willowy figure over to the black-haired waiter, eyes looking down at the slumped form with a tinge of curiosity. "You okay?", is asked in the same soft, quiet tone.
Jan  1 23:53:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Away from the noise and heat of the club, the youth draws a soft breath, nostrils flaring slightly in the process. Elbows unbending slowly, arms rise up and away from his androgynous torso, stretched out parallel to broad, thin shoulders before raising over the head of golden curls, hand grasping each other in a languid stretch. Back arching almost flirtatiously, eyes close as the pose is held for a few moments, opening only after the lithe limbs glide gracefully back down to their place at th
Jan  1 23:53:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: to their place at the youth's side. Pale hand rest upon jean-clad thighs, long fingers tracing delicate patterns against the denim. A few small steps carry the willowy figure over to the black-haired waiter, eyes looking down at the slumped form with a tinge of curiosity. "You okay?", is asked in the same soft, quiet tone.
Jan  1 23:57:29 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Now and then he can be seen looking back, eyeing the androgynous youth with drunken curiosity, his small form lost in the lights of a big city.
Jan  2 19:58:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A black-haired man in a waiter's uniform walks along, a cheeseburger in one hand and a soda in the other. The ice is audible inside the soda, sloshing around and clinking against one another, and the cheeseburger in his left hand is half eaten. The man moves along the sidewalk quite quickly, seeming energetic, and his blue eyes scan the area with interest. His head rocks back and forth, as though to some unseen beat.
Jan  2 20:06:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Idling outside of Club Crank, a willowy form stands slightly separated from the rest of the crowd, seeming to both blend in and stand out at once. The youthful and androgynous form slowly paces in a circular pattern, each set of strides taken consisting of five equal steps before a smooth and casual turn is taken. Brilliant eyes scan the crowd constantly, though there's a detached manner within their pale depths, as though looking though a fish bowl.
Jan  2 20:06:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: One lithe arm hands by a slender side, wide palm resting against a denim-clad thigh as long fingers tap lightly against the material. The other is bent at the elbow, delicate fingertips tracing the alabaster skin covering the willowy form's prominent collarbone.
Jan  2 20:09:53 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The spiky-haired waiter suddenly drops down, sitting on the curb with both feet on the road. He clutches the burger tightly and takes a massive bite, before bringing the straw of the soda to his lips to wash the food down. He hums to himself through the food, still rocking his head back and forth.
Jan  2 20:13:26 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The conversation finally ending the man, hangs the iphone up, placing it inside of his jacket and letting out the feign of a sigh and shaking his head.  He takes a sniff of the area around him, taking in the sweet scent of blood wafting under the air, but then there it is again...that of something more than mortal.  Immediately his eyes wander to the crowd around the club.  The ice cold gaze settled on the campire once more.  He couldn't help but offer a wry smile to the woman, crossing his arms onl
Jan  2 20:13:47 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: crossing his arms only as he moved his gaze on to take a look at the crowd for the evening.
Jan  2 20:18:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Eyes carefully panning the crowd with a passive intensity, the cerulean gaze pauses in it's traversing, a spark of recognition flaring within them. Head tilting to the side, wispy golden bangs obscure the youth's features for a moment, before his broad, thin shoulder raises slightly, the hand tracing his collarbone rising so that nimble fingers can flick the stray strands away in one smooth movement.
Jan  2 20:18:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still following the invisible pattern set before the willowy form, long strides carry the youth over to the waiter, an almost stern look flashing over angelic features before quickly departing. "Do you know how many germs are on the ground?", is asked in a quiet way.
Jan  2 20:21:53 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter looks up, a somewhat lost look on his face as he takes in the words of the willowy youth, his mouth munching on hamburger. "Uh.." He replies, swallowing his food and washing it down with a drink from his soda. He tosses the nearly finished burger into an alleyway, for a hobo, and looks away from the youth. "Do you know how many defenses our body has to fight the little critters?" He doesn't look up, but pulls a little pack of zig-zags from his pocket, and a little ziploc baggie of some gr
Jan  2 20:22:01 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: and a little ziploc baggie of some green vegetable, setting them both on his thighs in preparation.
Jan  2 20:23:49 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: As his gaze follows the woman, he sees that it brings it to the boy from last night.  Shrugging, he pushes off the vehicle and gently, effortlessly almost glides their way.  He chuckles at her words, shaking his head.  "About as many as there are floating in the air, dear."
Jan  2 20:23:49 :: (GC) Calyce forced Elijah to save
Jan  2 20:33:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Over-use of antibacterial chemicals and antibiotics have created super-viruses that immune systems are unable to combat.", is stated in a stoic and scholarly way by the youthful form, head straightening itself once more. Elegant neck craning slightly, recognition once more flickers within the youth's gaze. Looking at the neatly-dressed businessman. "The ground contains more contaminates than the air, as more disease is spread through contact than airborne passage.", is explained dryly to the larger
Jan  2 20:34:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: the larger form, a rather serious and earnest expression easily showing through.
Jan  2 20:55:33 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter spreads out some weed shake on the rolling paper, slipping away the baggy and the pack of zig zags. He rolls a joint quickly and efficiently, before raising the little rolled prize and licking it closed. Elijah pulls out a lighter, still sitting on the curb, and lights his freshly rolled marijauna joint, taking a long pull. He exhales the cloud of smoke, though the substance doesn't seem to effect him much, and he stands the lighter up next to him on the curb, watching the pink plastic bi
Jan  2 20:55:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: watching the pink plastic bic intently. "You know, I don't know who you are." He begins, taking another puff of the joint with his left hand, while his right spans out, the fingers pointed outward. He makes an odd sound like a jet engine, as his fingers hit the little pink lighter and knock it onto it's side onto the curb. "Pchhhrrr." The little mock-explosion sound is followed by, "But you worry too much." He makes this last statement in a dreary, stoned tone.
Jan  2 21:12:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose There's no humor within the youth's appraising gaze as the willowy form continues to eye the larger of the two men. "No. I haven't.", is stated in a dry, emotionless manner. Full lips pursed in a straight line, a pink tongue darts out briefly to wet them, still eyeing the man with a mixture of caution and suspicion. The nimble fingers holding the stray locks of hair tuck the strands neatly and carefully behind one ear in a slow motion. Arm lowering once more, pale fingertips trail gently down 
Jan  2 21:12:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: gently down over the soft planes of a delicate jaw and down a smooth neck, dancing over and caressing the flawless skin. Eyelids both lowering and narrowing at once, long lashes brush rounded cheeks as the youth's hand once more settles upon the androgynous chest, tracing the outlines of a defined collarbone with idle strokes once more. Slowly, the piercing gaze turns from the man, peering at the waiter out of the corner of an eye.
Jan  2 21:16:33 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter leans back, actually laying his back against the sidewalk, staring straight up at a streetlight with the joint burning between his lips. As his eyes glaze over he reaches up, plucking the joint from his lips, and begins to sing in a bitter, odd voice. "Everyone's so full of shit. Born and raised by hypocrites. Hearts recycled but never saved...." He stands suddenly, flicking the ash off the end of his joint and grabbing the lighter from the sidewalk. "From the cradle to the grave!" He sli
Jan  2 21:16:42 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He slips the lighter away and takes another long drag from the joint, before exhaling the smoke at the well-dressed man. "You know," he begins, his blue eyes analytical, and he reaches up to touch his chin in a thoughtful manner. "You're kind of a suit."
Jan  2 21:21:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's no humor within the youth's appraising gaze as the willowy form continues to eye the larger of the two men. "No. I haven't.", is stated in a dry, emotionless manner. Full lips pursed in a straight line, a pink tongue darts out briefly to wet them, still eyeing the man with a mixture of caution and suspicion. The nimble fingers holding the stray locks of hair tuck the strands neatly and carefully behind one ear in a slow motion. Arm lowering once more, pale fingertips trail gently down over t
Jan  2 21:21:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: gently down over the soft planes of a delicate jaw and down a smooth neck, dancing over and caressing the flawless skin. Eyelids both lowering and narrowing at once, long lashes brush rounded cheeks as the youth's hand once more settles upon the androgynous chest, tracing the outlines of a defined collarbone with idle strokes once more. Slowly, the piercing gaze turns from the man, peering at the waiter out of the corner of an eye.
Jan  2 21:22:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter leans back, actually laying his back against the sidewalk, staring straight up at a streetlight with the joint burning between his lips. As his eyes glaze over he reaches up, plucking the joint from his lips, and begins to sing in a bitter, odd voice. "Everyone's so full of shit. Born and raised by hypocrites. Hearts recycled but never saved...." He stands suddenly, flicking the ash off the end of his joint and grabbing the lighter from the sidewalk. "From the cradle to the grave!" 
Jan  2 21:22:37 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He slips the lighter away and takes another long drag from the joint, before exhaling the smoke at the well-dressed man. "You know," he begins, his blue eyes analytical, and he reaches up to touch his chin in a thoughtful manner. "You're kind of a suit."
Jan  2 21:24:10 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "A suit?  What exactly do you mean by that?"  He carefully eyed the waiter to guage his reaction.  More of that foolish youth anti-corporation bullshit it would seem, but first...let's see.
Jan  2 21:32:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A casual step is taken back by the youth, a long stride carrying the willowy form away from the two conversing men. The hand upon the denim-clad thigh moves upwards slowly as a lithe arm bends at the elbow, then loops loosely about the slender abdomen, fingers tugging lightly at the fine fabric of the black shirt. At the same time, the other hand lowers away from the collarbone, fingers once more trailing lightly with the movement, until they reach a button of the shirt, toying with the plastic disc
Jan  2 21:32:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Brunette brow beginning to arch, the expression fades quickly, cerulean eyes once more seeming to peer at the world from behind a pane of glass.
Jan  2 21:32:59 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter reaches up, leaving the joint burning in his mouth, and adjust the cheap blue tie around his neck. "You know. You're fucking... Square." He scowls, using his right hand to trace an invisible square in the air, while his left plucks the joint away from his lips. He exhales another cloud of bluish-grey smoke, which floats away and curls out into the night air. "Cut throat business shark, shit like that." He puts on an evil grin, extending the joint to the well-dressed man, holding the burni
Jan  2 21:33:10 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He puts on an evil grin, extending the joint to the well-dressed man, holding the burning thing delicately between two fingers. "Go on. Take a hit. On me."
Jan  2 21:38:59 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He frowns deeply shaking his head at the man, his tone now stern and fierce, one that reeked out a power that whispered 'listen and listen good'.  "Boyo, you should quickly learn not to judge a book by the cover.  That little shit there you smoke doesn't even phase me anymore.  I moved past that years ago.  If you want something to REALLY get  your blood flowing, then you can come and talk to me about being a sqaure."
Jan  2 21:47:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head tilting to the side in a quirky manner, the youthful form's eyelids shadow the brilliant gaze, partially shielding the emotion ocassionally flickering within. Fingers continue their repetitive, compulsive motions, no pattern or meaning showing within them. Weight shifting casually with great ease, the willowy form extends one leg slightly, the platform toe of the boot dragging lightly along the ground before the figure. A few taps cause the polished leather to creak softly, before once more the
Jan  2 21:47:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: before once more the dragging motion continues.
Jan  2 21:50:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter shakes his head, drawing the joint back and taking another drag as he looks away. "Nah, man. I dropped all the heavy stuff." He reaches up, curling his left hand into a fist, before coughing loudly into it. The cough is forced, and hardly a result of the smoke. He looks rather disturbed, and his features darken as he turns away, clearly upset by the well-dressed man's words. "In the crowd of pain, Saint Jimmy comes without any shame..." He sings in a low voice, staring at somethi
Jan  2 21:50:53 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He sings in a low voice, staring at something on the sidewalk as pot smoke rises about his skinny form. "He says we're fucked up, but we're not the same...."
Jan  2 22:01:38 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Hey, do you mind if I ask you something.  Remember yesterday how you asked how I got to where I was?"  He crossed his arms again, the jacket creasing around his shoulders, hat falling just so that his eyes are barely covered in shadow.
Jan  2 22:03:22 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "What is it that you want, and how do you plan on getting there if you just sit around smoke pot and recite song lyrics from other songs?"
Jan  2 22:10:21 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Seeming poised to simply watch the minor confrontation with a spectator's attitude, the willowy form continues the idle observation in silence. Boot-covered toe continuing to draw invisible symbols against the sidewalk, the long fingers freeze in their motions for a moment, both arms once more bending at the elbows. Carefully, wide palms come to rest upon the front of the shirt clothing androgynous chest, brushing invisible dust and dirt away from it in quick, smoothing motions.
Jan  2 22:10:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: After a few moments, the movements begin to change, switching to gentle flicking motions at first one loose sleeve, then the other. A touch of breath flows over full lips, blowing softly over the material several times. After the grooming is completed, the movement of the toe stops as two long strides are taken towards the waiter.
Jan  2 22:13:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His eyes flicker over to the youth again, and he raises an eyebrow.
Jan  2 22:23:29 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The man speaks again, and that power that seems to emanate from him slowly curls forth once more, the dark voice an almost physical ichor that seeps from a darker thing inside.  "I advise you watch your words.  I already told you not to judge a book by it's cover.  You think I got to where I am through idle play and games?  Guess again.  If you learn to play the game smart, then you'll be better off."
Jan  2 22:30:13 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His excessive cursing might be an affect of the pot, but none the less he turns, looking at the androgynous figure, clearly in need of some company. "Wanna go grab a drink somewhere?"
Jan  2 22:37:51 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The willowy form's steady steps continue towards the pair, the businessman receiving a polite nod in acknowledgment and greeting. However, the majority of the youthful form's attention is given to the waiter. Arms lift and extend at the youth approaches the man, fingers curling into a pale palm until only an index finger is left to indicate to the younger of the two men. "Your tie...if you're going to wear it like that, you might as well take it off.", is explained simply. However, the elegant neck
Jan  2 22:38:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: However, the elegant neck dips slightly, lips brushing against the ebony-haired figure's ear as something is gently whispered, before the youth pulls away, taking a cautious step back.
Jan  2 22:43:46 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The man grimaces and takes a step forward, his hand quickly rises and grips the boy's shoulder, his muscles pressing up against his suit and his face flares with anger for a moment, the other hand falling to behind him in his suit, resting on whatever it was that had his attention there.  "I grew UP on these streets kid, and I can tell you what REAL gutters look like.  I can show you what REAL monsters are if you want.  Keep talking back like some street punk who thinks they know anything about the 
Jan  2 22:44:42 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I grew UP on these streets kid, and I can tell you what REAL gutters look like.  I can show you what REAL monsters are if you want.  Keep talking back like some street punk who thinks they know anything about the world and what goes on in it.  I TOLD you, I fought and scrapped to get to my position, where do you think I did from?  SOme cozy couch.  From these very streets you pompous little fuck."  ((spending 1 BP for a boost in strength for the effect of his grip))
Jan  2 22:51:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter flinches as the other man grips his shoulder, and he turns quickly, pushing the fellow back with both hands, /barely/ managing to get him off with his skinny arms (1 success). His face is alight with fury and fear, and he shouts "Hey man get the fuck /OFF/! You don't have to be a dick just because your ego can't take a blow, fuck." He turns to walk off, breathing heavily, his features anxious as he scrabbles in his pockets for a cigarette. He looks up at the androgynous youth distractedly
Jan  2 22:51:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He looks up at the androgynous youth distractedly, saying "What? What do you mean?"
Jan  2 23:01:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A broad shoulder shrugs slightly, the thinness visible through the light material of the willowy form's shirt. Gaze trailing down the waiter and to the discarded blunt, the youth offers a slight nod in the smouldering item's direction before. At the battle of wills plays out, once more the youth falls silent, a nail scraping at the pristine flesh about the neck and collarbone, leaving a line of red in its wake. Lips part, as though to speak, then close once more as a pink tongue licks them softly. 
Jan  2 23:01:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head leaning slightly to the side, a tentative hand rises from the youth's side towards the waiter before being pulled back in a swift motion.
Jan  2 23:18:09 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: shakes his head and just climbs into the TVR, the engine roaring as he pulled away and off down the street.
Jan  2 23:37:33 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a minor flinch when the flame of the lighter is exposed, eyes blinking several times before a gentle breath is drawn through parted lips. "Authors, painters, playwrights, many inspired individuals used other substances to guide their vision." Cerulean eyes look up at the shaken waiter now, large and questioning in appearance. "I was wondering what enlightment you sought and discovered." Head righting itself slowly, fingers trailing casually up and down the buttons of the thin black shirt wit
Jan  2 23:37:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: thin black shirt with soft, almost nervous motions.
Jan  2 23:48:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The faintest hint of amusement wash over the youth's angelic visage, though there's not hit of judgement or cruelty. If anything, there's a hint of irony in the quiet tone, voice holding the edges of a laugh. "I was simply asking if you had a good trip.", is explained simply, eyes still gazing upon the waiter with abject fascination. "Falling into something, it's not always a bad thing. Society teaches us to look at the world through one set of eyes. But, perhaps for a moment, you had two." The hand
Jan  2 23:48:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The hand movements pause once more, though this times it seem almost by force, as the pale flesh almost trembles in its attempt at stillness.
Jan  3 00:04:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Taking another step closer to the figure, a lithe arm and pale hand rises, hovering tentatively over the man's shoulder, visibly coiled to withdraw the limb immediately. "The nature of addiction is just that. Falling into something with your whole being." Eyelids shadowing the youth's piercing gaze, long lashes cast spidery shadows over pale cheeks. "But do you consider addiction bad? Wrong? It's not just chemicals, but far more. Is a love of music an addiction to a sound? Or a desire for silk an ad
Jan  3 00:05:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Or a desire for silk an addiction to touch?" Leaning closer still, the next words are little more than whispered. "Is love an addiction to a person?" Full lips and cool breath come close to the young man's ear, hovering there as a response is awaited.
Jan  3 00:17:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "A muse. So often sought, yet never found." A soft breath is released, a gentle sound much akin to an almost mournful sigh. "They say that the mere presence of one can inspire art so great that it brings tears to the eyes of stone statues, and even gods themselves." Eyes casually sweep up and down the ebony-haired man's form, studying and appraising with a critical eye. "Do you believe in god, then? Did spirituality fuel you? Or was it something less ethereal?" Brunette brow arching slightly, the an
Jan  3 00:17:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: arching slightly, the angelic face holds no tell or tales of the willowy form's thoughts.
Jan  3 00:18:55 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A smile is pulled tightly over Ella's lips as she strolls quite casually into The Triangle, her camera around her neck and her ever-present messenger bag looped across her chest and hanging at her hip. Her beat-up red converse sneakers make nary a sound as she makes her way through the room, her grey cargo pants and white v-neck t-shirt nothing special all told. Her keen eyes flick around the room, alighting easily on the only familiar face in the establishment. With a calm sort of confidence, she s
Jan  3 00:19:08 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) she saunters up to the bar and leans forward. "How's it shakin', Mr. Occult-man?" she says by way of greeting towards Adrien.
Jan  3 00:26:34 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) about eight and a half by eleven inches. "Your glossies are in there from that place we saw. I did notice something peculiar, besides the obvious mess itself," she goes on as she slides the envelope closer to Adrien, "If you look at the fourth picture in there, you'll notice something odd on the wall that I know I didn't see when I was taking the picture."
Jan  3 00:30:44 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Lady, if I start shakin', the grass isn't going to be what I'm holdin' onto..", Adrien admits, watching her body for another few shamless moments of intoxicated excellent. When she starts to talk about business though, he straightens up a bit, tearing into the envelope and dumping them onto the bar with little to no grace at all.
Jan  3 00:36:42 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) peering over at the picture she had mentioned with its bizarre tribal sort of symbol on the wall.
Jan  3 00:37:33 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose There's a single, slow nod offered to Elijah by the willowy youth, the processing of information almost visible beneath the cerulean gaze. The hand hovering so delicately and politely cautiously lowers onto the man's shoulder, deft fingers offering a gentle squeeze, no stronger than one would expect from the youthful figure. The gaze offered, however, is more piercing, darker and more questioning. Still, there is no judgement upon the angelic countenance, just a sense of deep interest, a grasp
Jan  3 00:37:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: a grasp at understanding. "How is the world different now? When you look out at the streets, what has changed from a relatively simple mixture of chemicals?" Head tilting to the side once more, golden curls obscure the youth's features and field of vision. Lips pursing, a soft puff of breath blow some away, though several strands still remain.
Jan  3 00:43:49 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He speaks loudly to the youth as he walks away, expression somewhat afraid at the thought of his darker days. "Maybe... Maybe we can get coffee when I get off work tomorrow, or something... Meet me out here?" He doesn't wait for an answer, and turns around to walk straight, although he's still in earshot of the youth.
Jan  3 00:44:29 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Pffft. Don't flatter yourself. Get some tit implants, and we'll talk..", Adrien admits, pushing up in his seat again and, in the process, knocking over several of his emptied beer glasses. Without much further ado, the occultist begins to look over the pile of pictures, pushing them out of the way, one-by-one. However, when he hits the 'odd' one, he stops and peers for several seconds. As if taking that long to get a message to his brain through the fog of alcohol, he slaps his cheek with his han
Jan  3 00:44:47 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..hand and utters, "..Holy Fist Fucking Christ and the Crone, Madonna..". He just stares, with a distant, half-terrified/half-shocked look on his face.
Jan  3 00:55:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The youth too, turns to leave, back facing the black-haired waiter. But before a step is taken, the silvery, androgynous voice rings out, in a tone just loud enough to be heard,  "Consider this then...what is the true definition of a wasted mind?"  More quietly now, a second question is posed, "And what is the muse that can reawaken that which has almost been lost to supposed truth?" There is a hint of teasing mystery in these words, a sentence left open not just to the man, but to the air and dark 
Jan  3 00:56:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: and dark of the night.
Jan  3 01:13:34 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..This is a pretty big most part..", Adrien admits, pushing open the exit from the Triangle, and peering around, though not stepping about. After a pensive moment of lip-biting, he pulls the Mark XIX Desert Eagle from his side-holster, wielding it in a blatant manner, and exiting from the bar.
Jan  3 01:25:02 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan  3 13:42:04 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A skinny man in a waiter's uniform walks along quickly, bobbing his head to some unseen beat. A cigarette burns in one hand, and a bottle of beer is quite clearly displayed in the other. His pace is quick and energized, and he stares around with an intoxicated look on his handsome features. A blue tie is left hanging loose around his neck, and his black jacket is wrapped tightly around his thin torso. "Look around you there's a war that's goin' on...." He sings in a low voice to himself, still bobbi
Jan  3 13:42:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: still bobbing his head to an invisible tune.
Jan  3 13:52:59 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He adds through a drunken grin, bringing the cigarette to his lips. His jacket appears to have a very visible white mark in the back, from his collapse onto the concrete.
Jan  3 14:00:10 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: his blue eyes sweeping along the ground as he follows its adventures.
Jan  3 18:48:35 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Matty is smited.
Jan  3 19:22:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA bald-headed hispanic man stands on the street here, in the shadows behind an orange streetlight. He observes the goings-on of the paparazzi and clubbers behind his usual mask of cold apathy. His hands are slipped into the pockets of his black trenchcoat, and he wears the usual black business suit.@W
Jan  3 19:26:20 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Humming some outrageous tune, something by some metal band, ipod earbuds in her ears, Nikita comes walking down the street, there's a little bounce in her step, but her face seems pretty slack on any expression.  She must be concentrating on what she is listening to.  She bumps into a small knot of people and then apologizes.  The mishap causes her to look around and scope out her surroundings, she spots Kenneth and grins, changing course to go over to him.
Jan  3 19:29:08 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's features do not change, even as he watches the woman bump into the group of people. His deep black eyes merely watch her approach with his usual indifference, and his hands remain in his pockets. "@rGood Evening, dear. How is Slayer working out for you?@D" He asks as she nears, hearing whatever metal she's got bursting through the headphones. Despite the joke, he does not smirk, and his face returns to its original position as soon as he finishes speaking.@W
Jan  3 19:48:42 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth's visage of detachment remains, and he hardly cracks a smile at the joke, but does allow a little show of his teeth, perhaps to humor the girl. "@rThe Populace, my dear.@D" He smiles mischievously, raising a hand to his eyes to survey the never-changing, perfectly manicured nails. "@rGuilty until proven innocent.@D" That same hand he had been looking at suddenly extends, gesturing to the swarming masses around them. "@rA face lost in the crowd is the most dangerous face.@D"@W
Jan  3 19:56:42 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: She looks around slowly, picking out the ones she thinks are lost in the crowd, watching each one for a few seconds, then looks back to Kenneth. "Why?" That's all she asks, a simple question.  "Because if they are trying to blend in, then they probably stick out, it's when someone tries to look natural they end up looking odd."
Jan  3 20:03:40 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man sighs softly, letting his hand sweep out from his side again, a weapon to enforce the wisdom of his words. He gestures to the people again, quite blatant in his observation, and replies "@rThat is all true, as well, my dear. But my point is that every person on this street, every man, woman, and child, is a potential threat. To our beliefs, our security, and the organization of business.@D" He raises an eyebrow, as if to say 'Well?', and throughout the speech his voice is lowered 
Jan  3 20:03:56 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DHe raises an eyebrow, as if to say 'Well?', and throughout the speech his voice is lowered enough so that only the two of them can hear it.@W
Jan  3 20:11:17 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Not even having thought of the people in that way, but more as.. well, food, or cattle, she looks over the people again.  She stands on tiptoe again, whispering, "They don't look very threatening."  And then she tries to pick out what person could be so threatening as to have put Kenneth on guard like this.  She forgets that he's pretty much always on guard like this.
Jan  3 20:15:40 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DHe glances back, an eyebrow still raised, and slips his hands back into the pockets of his trenchcoat. "@rIsn't that exactly it? Sleeper cells, in the most obscure form. Walking amongst us like ordinary people.@D" He chuckles, nodding toward a random clubber with a distasteful smirk. "@rHaven't you ever considered how many of us there are? And even then, how many of us that aren't /with/ us? And even then, out of those that are with us, who are hardly /trustworthy/?@D" He looks back, his features 
Jan  3 20:15:56 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DHe looks back, his features becoming cold again. "@rI, for one, hold loyalty to the rudimentary beliefs and philosophy that we abide by. I uphold such words. My cause, my crusade, is hardly for personal gain. I am a man of action.@D" Enough talk of himself, apparently, he looks back at the crowd, falling silent as a grim expression overcomes his features.
Jan  3 20:46:32 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: After digesting all this information, Nikita nods. "Well, I guess I was probably better off in Waco, or even Chicago.  Perhaps that's why my si.. dad, left me out there alone so long, you think?"  She resumes watching the people, turning her body so she is alongside you, shoulder to shoulder.
Jan  3 21:11:53 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth takes a heavy breath in through his nostrils, as if sniffing all the potential danger, or mocking his perverted sense of humanity. He raises an arm, setting it around his companion's shoulders. A grim smile touches his lips, and he releases his breath. "@rSo much to learn, dear. Your father... Has been neglecting you.@D" Leaving it at that, apparently wont to speak too ill about his Prince, Kenneth steers the woman to the right. "@rCome, let's go for a walk.@D"@W
Jan  3 21:19:34 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Nikita laughs softly, and she doesn't even seem to notice your very boyish move of the old, inhale and stretch trick, to put an arm about a pretty girl.  She says, "ooooo, a walk, that sounds nice, I do hope it will be fun and we can perhaps find something interesting to do."  She licks her lips, "Perhaps a bite to eat?"
Jan  3 21:23:15 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth raises an eyebrow as he leads her along, glancing sideways with an intrigued look. "@rWould you /really/ like to get a bite to eat? I suppose that fulfills the criteria for 'interesting'.@D" With his hold around her shoulders, he guides both of them quite gracefully out of the way of other pedestrians, moving against the current of civilians, certainly two extraordinary people lost in the sea of normality; two faces in a crowd.@W
Jan  3 21:27:25 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: "Mmmmm I am a bit famished. I don't remember the last time I ate either. That's bad isn't it? I should pay more attention."  She glides along with you, strangely not bumping into people this time, but she's also looking ahead of her, not absorbed into the blaring music of her ipod.  "I'm still so much one of the crowd aren't I? I mean, well you know what I mean. I don't have all those years of experience under my belt like most of you guys do. I feel like a kid most of the time."
Jan  3 21:30:28 :: (GC) Calyce forced Kenneth to save
Jan  3 21:35:29 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth smiles, giving a reassuring tug against her shoulders with his arm. "@rMost of us do, my dear. It's what keeps us humble. To realize that there is always a greater being than you. And I don't mean God.@D" His face becomes grim again, those black eyes stealing over with cold as he steers her directly out of the swarm of people, the motion so subtle it would hardly seem they've been noticed entering the narrow alleyway. "@rBeing a part of the crowd is such an advantage, dear. Don't push it a
Jan  3 21:35:45 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rBeing a part of the crowd is such an advantage, dear. Don't push it away. Embrace mundane appearances. The more subtle your cover is, the more smoothly your.. actions will go down, whatever they may be.@D" As he leads her down the alleyway, his dark eyes lock on a couple, a man and a woman, kissing quite lustfully in the shadowy passage. He watches them as if he knew they would be there all along, and he keeps his arm around Nikita's shoulder as they approach.@W
Jan  3 21:40:14 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: listens closely to all that you say, in fact, like a lovestruck teen she hangs on your every word.  She spots the couple and grins, then ducks her head a little like she's ashamed it made her smile.  She dare not answer you outloud right now, as you both draw closer to the couple.  You feel her shiver though, perhaps in excitement, perhaps because she's a lot hungrier than she knew.
Jan  3 21:44:19 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DHe leads Nikita up to the couple, and with a smug grin he instantly disguises his usual distant mannerisms, saying "@rI bet you two just love to party, don't you.@D" Without waiting for an answer, Kenneth pulls his hand from around Nikita's shoulders, albeit reluctantly, and with an easy movement of his arm, knocks the girl away from the man and into the wall behind them. His other hand lashes forward, grasping the man by the front of his clothing. Kenneth leans forward with surprising quickness a
Jan  3 21:44:34 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth leans forward with surprising quickness and administers The Kiss to the man's neck, leaving the woman for his companion.@W
Jan  3 21:48:10 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Taking her cue from Kenneth, Nikita, presses up against the woman, pushing her into the wall fully and then licking her jawline once, in a rather erotic display, she softly whispers to the woman, "Bitch."  Then she hungrily clamps down on the girls neck.  She places a hand over the woman's mouth, and keeps her pressed to the wall using her own body.  There's a certain vibration that seems to course through Nikita as she feeds, perhaps a craving satisfied?
Jan  3 21:51:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth leans back, licking the two holes left in the man's neck, before letting the man sag back against the wall. He moves over, taking Nikita by the arm when she's done. He watches the little erotic display through his ever-present cold features, and it doesn't even seem to phase him. "@rMmm... You seem like quite the sadistic one when... You're close to something you want.@D"@W
Jan  3 21:56:25 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth chuckles, wrapping his arm around the girl's shoulder again, to lead her onto the other side of the alleyway, to a less busy street. "@rVery good. Seems you've got some natural wit, mmm? Then again, I wouldn't be bothering with you if I didn't know it was there.@D" He laughs again, and as they take their trek through the darkness, Kenneth's element, his features become cold and reserved again. "@rMy my, you're being rather naughty this evening, my dear.@D" He replies after the former state
Jan  3 21:56:39 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DHe replies after the former statement.@W
Jan  3 22:00:06 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: "Actually," she almost purrs, still feeling the rush of having a full supply of fresh, warm, blood, "I've been rather tame, for father's sake.  I've not visited any of the SMBD clubs or brought anyone to the hotel and asked for fun."  She fits her body snugly into the crook of your arm.  "Don't you ever just want to dish out some hurt to someone?"
Jan  3 22:00:34 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: Caly smiles. "Sure."
Jan  3 22:04:52 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth raises an eyebrow, reintroduced to the violent side of this woman he's taken under his wing. "@rMmm... Like I said that one evening, my dear, I can certainly see  how you would pick up such habits, though I've never taken a fancy to them myself. How exactly... Have you come to enjoy that sort of behavior?@D" There's hardly a trace of contempt in his voice, more curiosity as he closely watches the girl in his arm.
Jan  3 22:09:27 :: (GC) Calyce forced Kenneth to save
Jan  3 22:13:24 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Shaking her head and ducking it a little - shame is the natural reaction she always had when someone would find out she liked pain, she replies, "I am not sure I can -=exactly=- tell you.  I know it is like a 'glitch' or hiccup from my mortal life, somehow my being beaten all those years, and subjected to Vernon's various sexual activities, somehow all that left an imprint on me, even now. Perhaps it's just some internal demons I need to exorcise."
Jan  3 22:37:31 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth apparently doesn't have much to say on the subject, being a man of politics and efficiency. He continues watching her closely, however, gathering his thoughts for more input on her situation. His arm slides more tightly around her frame as he begins to speak. "@rWell, I wouldn't let it bother you too much, dear. There are more important matters, who's to say you can't have a few personality quirks, mm?@D" He looks away as they exit the alleyway and walk out onto the street. "@rIf you ask m
Jan  3 22:37:40 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rIf you ask me, it only makes you more interesting.@D"@W
Jan  3 22:51:11 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: At just the sound of the knock, and instant rumble of commotion can be heard from within the apartment. Bottles tip over, footsteps thump against the floor, and the 'clack' of a window opening is heard, along with a calling out of, "..Hold on! Hold on! I'm..I..uh..hold on!". A fan is heard to start spinning, and is turned on for several moments, before the door is actually opened. Maxwell is in a pair of smilie-faced boxer shorts, along with his traditional 'Animal Lover' shirt. His hair is an absol
Jan  3 22:51:24 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: ...absolute mess, "..Oh, heya. Stalking me now?".
Jan  3 22:55:13 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Tipping her head with a slow angling to better regard the new symphony of noises echoing back at her she glances down with vacant eyes toward the bundle of fur at her feet, lifting her shoulders as if some manner of silent understanding passed between them.  Raising her head at the opening of the door her footing paces a half step back, adding a scope of distance between them as if in attempt to gauge the presence of voice.  "Stalking? 
Jan  3 22:55:18 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Ah no I .. well your not that lucky.  I thought you might like your wallet?  You discarded it rather abruptly while they were escorting you."  Fumbling into the pocket of her smoky grey pea coat she extends it out toward him, palm held aloft in the general direction of his voice.
Jan  3 23:01:32 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth listens closely as the girl speaks, taking particular interest at her wish to leave her 'father's name unsoiled. "@rNo, he hasn't spoken of you at all. I'm afraid he keeps our relationship down to business.@D" He smiles crookedly, still leading the girl along with his arm around her. "@rOf course I wouldn't tell. Besides, dear, I believe that such... desires are natural. Very human. Most people just tuck them away, however, and especially for... us, I would say it's fairly normal.@D" He of
Jan  3 23:01:33 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "Aha! I had wondered where I had left that at!", Maxwell admits, running a hand through his thick, rebellious hair, before taking the wallet from the woman and tossing it back, onto the couch. There's an akward silence for several seconds, as he turns back and watches the woman, obviously not having much else to add. Though, with a stroke of genius, he does remember to add in, "..Thanks! Uhh..do you want to come in or something? Coffee? Tea? Kool-Aid? I've got Lime..".
Jan  3 23:01:42 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DHe offers a reassuring smile, and another squeeze around her waist with his arm.
Jan  3 23:04:04 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "I ahh.. well.."  Glancing down toward the dog at her side, more a dip of her chin than any true effort to view him, she lets her words linger off into an awkward silence, teeth mulling at her lower lip with the occasional tug, her feet pacing a further half step to the side with a skittish shift.  "I don't commonly make a habit of going into a strangers home.  Is there a coffee place nearly? Or food type stuffs that doesn't consist of the golden arches or Denny's?  I'll buy."
Jan  3 23:08:09 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Woah there, woman. You're the psycho, wallet-stealing stalker here. Not me..", Maxwell explains, putting his hands up in that universal gesture of innocence, before adding, "..And I don't know? There might be one. If anything, I'm due for a walk, anyway. We'll probably pass something. Let me get some pants. It's cold outside..".
Jan  3 23:10:26 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Making a mock indignant pfft of air past her lips she rolls her cloudy eyes, well hidden behind the fitted dark frames of her glasses, a hand cocking to catch of her hip in a jutting poise against the brushed wool of her well worn coat.  "Psycho yes, wallet stealing.. please.  I brought it back with only a small surcharge of everything in there. Most would say that was a rather good deed.  Pants?  Yes, pants would be taken as a personal favor.
Jan  3 23:18:33 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: The tousle-haired American's voice begins to grow more distant as he trails off into the apartment, searching for clothing, "..Psycho. I knew it. I always get to date all of the psycho women. Family curse..". He snags a pair of faded blue jeans, wiggling into them, before pulling on a black hoodie that says 'Lost'. He then returns back to the door, "..Well. Let'
Jan  3 23:18:46 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: The tousle-haired American's voice begins to grow more distant as he trails off into the apartment, searching for clothing, "..Psycho. I knew it. I always get to date all of the psycho women. Family curse..". He snags a pair of faded blue jeans, wiggling into them, before pulling on a black hoodie that says 'Lost'. He then returns back to the door, "..Well. Let's get while the gettin' is good..".
Jan  3 23:21:38 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Maggie gives a simple tug against the leather harness about the resting Shepherd, drawing him instantly up to his feet as she raises her right hand in motion for him to lead on.  "See you are lucky here, not only is this not a date but I'm really a man in .. I'll knock that off, not knowing your sense of humor well enough."  Smirking out a playful impish self indulgent smile she tips her head, angling an ear toward him in an attempt to better regard him.
Jan  3 23:22:26 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth smiles, stopping on the street there as he listens to her words. "@rThat's.. quite interesting.@D" He chuckles, and releases her, saying "@rBut, my dear, I've wandered too far from my car, and I've got to get back. Tomorrow evening we can chat again, hmm?@D" He leans over and gives her a little peck on the cheek, before turning to leave.@W
Jan  3 23:29:19 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..You offered to take me out for coffee. That's a date. If I have to date a fucking drag-queen to get out of the house, then so be it..", Maxwell admits, his sharp wit shining through even with his killer hang-over. He walks a bit slow, obviously taking the signs of blindness for what they are, and opens the door for her. 
Jan  3 23:32:46 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Giving the dog free reign to lead as it commonly does, open trust displayed on her features she draws up a pleasant personable smile to her lips, angling them with a slight slant toward mirth.  "I see that charm carried through even when not all sheets to the wind.  I offered to take you out for coffee to save me from a fate worse than death.. lime kool-aid.  That should be used as a civic punishment for people who do the worst 
Jan  3 23:32:49 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: of offenses against humanity.  It's not a date, it's a friendly conversation over hot liquid and maybe pie if they have it."
Jan  3 23:41:24 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..A fate worse than death? This place, the United States of America, was founded on Lime Kool-Aid! Thomas Jefferson drank so much, that he became inspired, and signed the Declaration of Independance, I'll have you know!", Maxwell explains, perhaps thinking that his partner might never have had the fortune of passing fifth grade History. He walks, slowly and next to her, hands in his pockets, "..And yeah. Hot liquid and pie. Conversation. I get it..".
Jan  3 23:46:23 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "Lime Kool-aid is what happens when someone decided that anti-freeze wasn't just for pet death anymore."  Giving a mellow voicing of a chuckle Maggie keeps pace, her steps self assured as they move across the uneven plain of the sidewalk, pausing now and again at the dogs urging.  "I take it that the name on your licence would be the one that you wish to be addressed by?  Or should I simply make something up? I have a rather able imagination."
Jan  3 23:49:52 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Lime Kool-Aid, my dear, was brewed up by God himself, and just for me. It might not be for you, but I will drink it until the day that I die. In fact, it will probably be what I am drinking, when I die..", Maxwell explains, pulling a penny out of his pocket and flicking it at the side of the building, "..Don't call me Maxwell. It's a serial-killer name. Call me whatever you want. Just don't call me Maxwell..".
Jan  3 23:54:05 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "Alright, long as you promise not to leave me in a trunk somewhere it's a deal.  If you don't go by that name, what name is it you do go by?" Maggie asks with an avid curiosity brimming to the surface of her voice, hand shuffling down into her pocket, stance shifting just a hair in a flutter of nervous energy, mincing her steps to keep pace with his.  Raising her head abruptly at the sound of metal on wall she draws her brows down in consideration before dismissing it out of hand.
Jan  3 23:57:20 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Most women call me Jeff. Jeff Dahmer..", Maxwell admits, his voice going low and creepy for just a moment. He walks along, in the supposed silence that is awakened after his statement, before laughing at himself. What a riot he is! "..No. Most people call me Max. Some people call me Maximillion. Just those that want to die, though..", he muses aloud, flicking another penny against the brick wall that they walk past. "..I think I see one of those corner coffee-vendors. You trust them..?".
Jan  4 00:03:16 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Blinking a flicker of abrupt surprise swelling over into what seems to be her common place amusement, simply taking the tact of hope toward the off color statement.  "Well then Mr. Dahmer it appears I am somewhat safe then being that I am past the age of most of your preferred prey and or the wrong gender.  It is a distinct interest to meet you Max.  Very distinct. And as for the coffee vendor.. that which does not kill us usually just prompts a stomach pumping.  My health insurance is paid up." 
Jan  4 00:08:49 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..You know Dahmer's killing habits? That is both wrong, and fabulous, at the same time. And you said this was no date!", Maxwell declares, keeping pace alongside the woman as they gain on the aromatic scents of the coffee vendor, "..And that's good. Health Insurance and all. You'd think that I would have some, in the line of work that I am in, but alas, there is none to be had. Unless it comes from out of pocket. And I've got enough out happening as it is. Some more in would be nice, though..".
Jan  4 00:13:58 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "What is it you do for a living?  And what can I say, it pays to be well read on a multitude of topics no matter how strange and unusual.  And if you recall properly I did declare this in no manner a date, it is certianly just a delightful partaking of sweets and hot delights.  And having said that I think I should make a  point of monitoring my phrasings."
Jan  4 00:31:05 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Well. Half of the time, I am something of a biologist. I work with animals. The other half of the time, I do nothing. I'm a bit of a layabout, at times. I go through certain periods of time where I lack enough motivation to go out and do things. Chronic laziness. The worst sort..", Maxwell admits, stopping just feet from the coffee vendor, before looking over to his walking companion, "..Know what you want? What about the dog?".
Jan  4 00:36:45 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "Just plain black coffee for myself, and a plain bagel for Finn if they happen to have any."  Shifting her hand on the leather lead she shifts as the dog rests against her leg in a comfortable resting, tongue lulling out with an idle panting.  Dropping her chin Maggie keeps an ear angled toward Max with a smile remaining skimmed over her features.  "Biologist.  Somehow I wasn't expecting that answer with your ability for spinning tales.  And whatever it is you want of course."
Jan  4 00:41:22 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Yeah. I never said that I was a good biologist, though..", Maxwell admits, smirking a bit at his own remark, for those who could see such a thing. Pulling his attention to the vendor, he orders, "..Yeah, dude. I need two cups of coffee. Plain and black. And a bagel. And..a slice of that pecan pie, to go..". He pauses for a second, pulling out his wallet and shuffling through it, all while asking Magdalena, "..You want some pie? There's a table over there to eat it at..". 
Jan  4 00:44:24 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Slipping a hand down inside her pocket her fingers walk the carefully folded bills offering over a twenty toward the vender with a quick jaunt her voice lilting with an easy edge.  "That is true you didn't say good or bad.  You did indicate you were a rather resounding lay-about however.  I suppose that however doesn't do overly well on a resume, unless of course your going for Government work.  No pie for me thank you.  Just the coffee, I'm not much on sweets."
Jan  4 00:48:49 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: ..bagel, and the slice of Pecan Pie, before getting the change from the foodstuffs, and ushering everyone off to a table.
Jan  4 00:55:03 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "Indeed obviously so, what with the steam ushering up through the cup and all."  Magdalena laughs as she follows the directions off toward the table shifting with Finns nudge toward the seat the back of her knees catching on the wood of the bench.  Settling with a light well poised thump she raises the cup to her lips, blowing up ripples across the surface.  "Babysitter?  Of the children variety or?  I suppose that was a rather 
Jan  4 00:55:06 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: silly question when you really think about it."  Reaching up a hand to rub over Finns pert ears she chuckles noting the lift of his nose to sniff at the air.
Jan  4 01:01:17 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Sipping away the steam off the dark surface of the coffee she sets it aside in favor of shedding the bagel from it's wrapping, handing it down toward eager teeth as her fingers rip it apart bit by bit in tempting little treats.  Drawing her brows down to a fine meeting line she angles up her chin as if not quiet certain she heard him correctly.  "You seem to carry that theme in conversations.  But just to be sure I heard you correctly.  Werewolves?  As in large.. furry, howl at the moon, eat people 
Jan  4 01:01:30 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: sort of creature of lore?"
Jan  4 01:05:04 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Well. I suppose. That's a bit stereotypical though..", Maxwell explains, blowing on his own coffee, and taking a moment to sate his heretical mouth with a delicious bite of pecan pie. Chewing, thoughtfully for a moment, he swallows and continues on with the conversation, "..I'm not really a..normal biologist, I guess. There's some weird shit out there. I used to be less vocal about it..but then I realized that no one believes me anyway..".
Jan  4 01:08:20 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "What manner of biologist would you class yourself as then?  I always thought that manner of study.. werewolves, and other such lore was more classed as the study of the occult."  Tossing the last tasty niblet of bagel to the eager jaws just below her finger she glances back up, a finger raising to prod the dark glasses back up the bridge of her nose.  "I will grant you, that was rather generic lore." 
Jan  4 01:12:56 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Well. I would have been an Occultist. But Occultist is actually Latin for Filthy Liar. Most people don't know that..", Maxwell admits, nodding in response to himself, and seeming quite confident in his words, "..and I'm not a liar. I'm just a general biologist. I've just come across some things that other biologists, like me, would not appreciate, nor know what to do with. There is some weird shit out there. Most people just don't bother to look, is all..".
Jan  4 01:15:57 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: Choosing to humor the odd twist to the conversation she cups the heated liquid between her hands, cradling the container with an easy lean, arms resting to her knees, shoulders rolling forward just a hair against the growing evening breeze.  "Do you think people don't bother to look out of choice or simple ignorance?  How did you happen to come across this stuff?"  Confidant in her public surroundings Maggie shifts back up, pressing her back to the edge of the table with a comfortable lean.
Jan  4 01:20:15 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..I think people get bored with life. At a certain point, we stop noticing it. Behavioral research shows that while nine out of ten people can remember where there car is parked, just one out of ten can remember what the car next to it looks like. Once we've seen 'everything' that there is to see, we go on autopilot..", Maxwell admits, helping himself to another bite of the delicious pecan pie, and then continuing, "..As for me. Well. I've got a bad case of that Wrong Time Wrong Place stuff. It's a
Jan  4 01:20:28 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: ...It's a curse. I'd rather go back to not knowing what I know.
Jan  4 01:23:34 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "So if this stuff is out there, don't you tempt fate or wrath if you will by proclaiming what you know?  Seems to me that if it's not something that is commonly known or noticed, maybe it was suppose to be that way?  Then again what good is lore and old tales if no one else gets to know them?"  Shaking her head Maggie drums up 
Jan  4 01:23:36 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: a distinct expression proclaiming distaste, as if the liquid splashing between her lips had bittered her words.  "I find that out look rather depressing.  What good is life if you don't explore every aspect and test each turn and corner.  Road less traveled and all those angles.  Autopilot should be left for .. well airplanes."
Jan  4 01:26:31 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Right? Lore and tales should be told. If not, they'll die along with those who hold them. We're of a mind, there..", Maxwell explains, though something does cause him to shift about and look for something. Seeming in the clear, he goes on, "..And yes. Fate and Wrath both get tempted. This is pretty secretive stuff. I just don't let it get too out of control. I'm only in trouble if word gets back to /them/.".
Jan  4 01:29:25 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "Them?"  Puzzlement painting a perfect picture of thoughtful regard across her pixish features she shifts a bit forward to better listen, as if the change of stance might somehow wave a magic wand to ward of listening ears.  "What set those fellows off when they drug you off?  Was it that stuff or did you owe them some green?"  A half attempt of teasing enters Maggies voice as she chooses to return to her previous resting against the side of the table, her arm brushing it.
Jan  4 01:34:30 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Those fellows. Yeah. Brute force, my one weakness. I guess that I got a bit careless there..", Maxwell explains, lifting his coffee and blowing some of the steam off, before having a sip to wash down his pie with, "..I don't owe money. I'm not a gambling fiend. Or a drug addict. I'm just no responsible with it. And feeding giant werewolves is expensive..", he manages, smirking at his own words.
Jan  4 01:37:14 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "They don't like pizza?"  She muses with a draw of amusement along her lips, head tipping toward her shoulder with a slow lean, arching the line of her neck before repeating the gesture back in the other direction, a hand raising to rub at the back with a slow kneading.  "Okay you got me on this one, while I like lore.. But hey everyone gets to live in their own little worlds, who am I to judge."
Jan  4 01:41:27 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Yeah. I guess I just live in a little world that most people don't get to see. Who knows? I could be insane. That would be interesting..", Maxwell admits, pushing his foot up onto his own seat, and resting his chin on his knee, "..We all have our own quirks. If not, this would be a boring world..".
Jan  4 01:45:06 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "I was always fond of the thought that insanity was the purest form of truth.  The insane see things that the rest of us take for granted or ignore.  Then again I guess that is sort of what we have been talking about isn't it.  Then again I thought I was suppose to be the mental case stalker?  Or are we trading roles now?"  Offering a quick easy going smile she turns her head slightly to account for people shuffling near.  "What sort of lore have you come across on them?  More of like the story you 
Jan  4 01:45:16 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: spun for me?"
Jan  4 01:48:26 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Indeed. More of the like. Thousands of years worth. A lot of it is lost. It's been passed along in a heavily-steeped oral tradition. I've written some of them down. Which is pretty illegal. But I can't stand to see a good story going to waste..", he explains, taking another sip from his coffee. Checking his watch though, he grumbles, "..I should be getting going though, unfortunately. I have something that needs to be tended to, soon enough..".
Jan  4 01:50:43 :: (GC) Magdalena rposed: "Thank you for your company and the conversation, it's been.. enlightening.  And rather entertaining.  Good luck on keeping your wallet where it should be Max."  Giving a nudge of her foot against the half dozing Finn she slips up to her feet, leaving the coffee to linger on the table top as her hand reaffirms it's hold on the leather harness.  
Jan  4 01:52:50 :: (GC) Maxwell rposed: "..Yeah! You too! Don't be a stranger. I know enough strangers..", Maxwell suggests, laughing a bit at his own, obviously outstanding form of wit, "..Have a pleasant evening though. Get home before it gets too late. Weirder shit than usual going around as of late..", and adjusting his hoodie, Maxwell starts off down the street.
Jan  4 12:26:23 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan  4 13:21:53 :: (GC) Ella rposed: From the periphery of the mingling crowds of strutting peacocks full of fame and money pokes out a rather gawky camera, above the shoulders of the other annoying paparazzi. The bulb on it flashes a few times in quick succession before a small slip of a woman slips away from the pack of stalkerish videographers, her grey eyes flickering madly over the street for her next victim.
Jan  4 13:27:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A weary-looking handsome man walks down the street, smoking a cigarette casually. He wears a waiters uniform, though his blue tie is loosened around his neck, hanging like a dead snake. A black jacket is fitted loosely around his skinny torso, and he bobs his black-spiked head to some unseen beat, muttering some lines to himself. "When did punk rock become so safe?! When did the scene become a joke!?" In his other hand, a brown beer bottle sloshes about as he paces down the street, constantly bringi
Jan  4 13:27:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: In his other hand, a brown beer bottle sloshes about as he paces down the street, constantly bringing the glowing cigarette to his lips to inhale a thick cloud of smoke. "The kids who used to live for beer and speed, now want their fries and coke!"
Jan  4 13:33:26 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The spry woman, still young by society's standards, elbows her way through some of her 'co-workers' with an expression of grim determination set upon her pale features. Her red converse sneakers make barely a sound on the well-trampled concrete as one spindly-fingered hand reaches into the pocket of her grey cargos to extract phone. She glances around herself once more before flipping the bugger open, peering at the screen for only a second before snapping it closed. "Where's a public meltdown when 
Jan  4 13:33:33 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Where's a public meltdown when you really need one," she mutters to herself, glaring accusingly at the gaggle of celebutards outside the Gulag.
Jan  4 13:40:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The ebony-haired waiter stops at the crowd blocking the sidewalk outside of The Gulag like a cholesterol lump, standing next to the determined young reporter. He casually brings the beer to his lips, taking a bitter gulp as his eyes narrow at the goings-on before him. "Fucking socialites." He glances to either side of him, his features grim, before noticing the straggling reporter. "Hey lady." He says, grinning drunkenly as he takes a last drag from his cigarette, before flicking it off to the side,
Jan  4 13:40:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: into the gutter. "You want a front page?" He takes another swig of the beer, before turning and cocking his arm back, ready to hurl the half-full bottle at the crowd in front of the club.
Jan  4 13:54:06 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As soon as the bottle leaves the waiter's hand, her camera starts clicking at the lingering crowd of shining people. Her efforts are rewarded by a screech and fearful look crossing the face of some up-and-coming star. She then whirls around and snatches a few frames of the rowdy fellow who started it, even as everyone else falls into a moment of shocked silence.
Jan  4 14:06:40 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: With this last statement, he turns, sprinting down the street clumsily, before ducking into a dark alleyway and running off.
Jan  4 14:11:03 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Pulling herself up as straight as she can, Ella whips around and steps between the highly angered, and high-priced pieces of muscle. She begins calling out the names of the various celebrities still freaking out at the bottle incident as she flashes her camera, veritably blinding the bodyguards. The other paparazzi flock to where she is, thinking that's the best angle for the aftermath shots. Ella, content with all of this, steps back further and further until she's behind the other paps. "Hey!" she
Jan  4 14:11:08 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Hey!" she finally calls after the poor drunken waiter, jogging down the direction she had last seen him go.
Jan  4 14:43:27 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Apparently this man's first priority is to fuel the buzz of excitement, because upon further inspection it appears he's already sipping at a beer bottle, condensation speckling the outside. The same cigarette burns between the middle and index finger of his left hand, dangling right above a glass ashtray. The rise and fall of his chest is deep and rapid, and like the beer bottle, wet drops stand out on the skin of his forehead.
Jan  4 14:48:54 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Cuz I mean it would be terrible and rude and shitty of me to turn those over and get you charged with assault by those yipping celebs."
Jan  4 14:57:43 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "It's humbling for them. I don't think they're humbled enough. And no one was seriously physically injured, just a few stabs and stains to their pride."
Jan  4 15:10:57 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A wide yawn breaks across her face, showing precisely how cartoonishly big her mouth really is compared to the rest of her dainty features. "Besides, if you chucked a grenade at them, who would tip you or provide such masterful entertainment in this city?" she asks with a lazy smile, making it hard to tell if she's jesting or not.
Jan  4 15:22:55 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) your face and name.. at least not from my end."
Jan  4 20:07:20 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A handsome man in a waiter's uniform walks along the street, a cigarette fitted loosely between his pursed lips. He wears an odd grimace-like expression, cruising along the sidewalk like a man on a mission. His blue eyes stare out through narrowed eyes, and the faint smell of marijuana drifts off of his black jacket. The smoke from his cigarette hangs behind him in white, ribbony trails, the ash at the end glowing brightly, even in the endless sets of orange streetlights. His jet-black hair is spike
Jan  4 20:07:28 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His jet-black hair is spiked up steadily, though it's rather short, barely over a thumb's width. He bobs his head to some unseen beat, hands slipped into the pockets of his black, rain-proof jacket.
Jan  4 20:36:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The black-haired waiter turns, frowning, and takes a quick, irritated pull off of his cigarette. "No. What the fuck? To the rhythm of the wardrums." He shakes his head, and spits off to the side, before taking another long drag from his cigarette. "What can you play? On that thing?"
Jan  4 20:43:48 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The black-haired waiter turns, frowning, and takes a quick, irritated pull off of his cigarette. "No. What the fuck? To the rhythm of the wardrums." He shakes his head, and spits off to the side, before taking another long drag from his cigarette. "What can you play? On that thing?"
Jan  4 22:01:13 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "His name was young J.B. and he refused to step in line! A vision he did see it, fucking rocking all the time! He wrote a tasty jam, and all the planets did align...."
Jan  4 22:18:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Alicia @gosays , '@GA black spiky dildo..@n'
Jan  4 22:34:27 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah closes his eyes, tapping his foot to the sound of the guitar. He suddenly leans forward, plucking the cigarette from his lips, and screws his eyes tightly shut, mouth open as he begins singing. "A long ass fucking time ago, in a town called kickapoo! There lived a humble family, religious through and through! But yay there was a blacksheep, and he knew just what to do!" He pauses, bringing the cigarette to his lips to take another strong drag, exhaling for this next lyric. 
Jan  4 22:34:37 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "His name was young J.B. and he refused to step in line! A vision he did see it, fucking rocking all the time! He wrote a tasty jam, and all the planets did align...."
Jan  4 22:36:44 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Walking along to a beat unknown to the rest of existence, a willowy form weaves through the crowd with quick side-steps, bends at a trim waist and ducks of an elegant neck. Cerulean eyes scan the writhing mass of people with a cold and detached eye, almost calloused to the world. The thud of platform boots and creak of polished leather is drowned out by the sheer volume produced by the street, though the movements are surprisingly deft in their motion.
Jan  4 22:36:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Lithe arms are wrapped about the youthful form's rather androgynous torso, pale hands rubbing up and down slender sides and long fingers weaving themselves into the fabric. Wispy golden curls frame an angelic face as it turns gradually to peer around, the expression upon it passive at best.
Jan  4 22:48:01 :: (GC) Endymion forced Gabriel to aura Presence
Jan  4 22:59:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A flicker of recognition flashes through the youthful form's gaze as he reguards the singing waiter for a moment, never slowing in stride. Yet, as brilliant eyes slowly drift to the guitarist and the man she's with, a look of knowing passes briefly over angelic features, joined by a touch of confusion. Now, the long and liesurily strides do pause in their movement as the youth's head tilts questioningly to the side, large eyes blinking rapidly a few times. Suddenly, a brunette brow slowly begins to 
Jan  4 23:00:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Suddenly, a brunette brow slowly begins to rise, followed by a slight wince. One arm unwraps from about the slender torso, hand flying upwards to massage a temple, obvious care being taken to hide the weakness.
Jan  4 23:10:11 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Hey..." The Prince said as he looked down at the ground, "Things are going to hell fast, we need to come up with a plan to strike these anarchs" he said plainly, not concerned with his depressed tone.
Jan  4 23:10:15 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Sex is rained down from the Heavens.
Jan  4 23:11:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head lowering slightly now, the youth's gaze is gradually downcast so that a silky wave of curls falls about the angelic visage. Long fingers continue to massage a pale temple with a delicate and knowing touch. A single, long stride is taken down the street, almost to the point when the willowy form could disappear into the crush of humanity. However, another pause is taken, the youth's head rising once more to peer at the three figures out of the corner of an eye. Chest heaving as a visible sigh pa
Jan  4 23:11:16 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Chest heaving as a visible sigh passes over full lips, a step backwards draws the slight form closer to the trio once more. "Fine.", is offered as a quick, and rather quiet, response.
Jan  4 23:14:37 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh?", the Englishman asks, dropping his dufflebag off on a chair, and unzipping it. He begins to rummage through the contents, almost in an idle manner, all while asking, "..And what would that be? Warmaster, is the only which I can think of, that is no longer used..".
Jan  4 23:20:51 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Just scimitars, and assorted clothing. I can't wear them around public. So I just keep them in here, until I need them..", the Englishman admits, flopping down on the chair as well, his hair a bit tousled from the evening, "..And who would become such a warmaster? Hrm? The Prince could not be put in such a precarious position..".
Jan  4 23:33:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Indeed!", Gareth admits, taking a bit of Gabriel's passion, and riding upon it, "..I will see to as much. You can be sure of that, my friend. It will be done in less than a week. And from there out, we can begin work on cleaning up the Anarch population that has taken control from us, and return Los Angeles to how it should be..".
Jan  4 23:34:48 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "HURRRAH!!" The mighty Prince would scream as he picked Gareth up with ease and lifted him high in the air, "None have seen our might like these anarchs shall!!....except for all those militant forces we slaughtered centurys ago..." chuckling he lowered the Warmaster back to the ground and turned to look around the room, "Perhaps i'll paint a scene of one of our most glorious battles... on the wall!"
Jan  4 23:40:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose As the blue-haired young man speaks, there the faintest hint of discomfort from the willowy and androgynous form, punctuated by another slight wince. Cerulean eyes casually peeking at the form, broad, thin shoulders tense beneath the light fabric of the youth's dark shirt.  Still seeming just a tad confused and disoriented, brilliant eyes shift their focus with both relief and reluctance within their pale depths, as a glance upwards is offered the waiter.
Jan  4 23:40:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A single, slow nod is offered to the dark-haired man, nimble fingers pausing in their gentle circular movements, gaze shifting briefly to the woman holding the guitar. "Yes.", is offered as a seemingly universal reply, head tilting once more to the side in an almost expectant manner.
Jan  4 23:42:28 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Huzzah!", Gareth exclaims, rejoicing along with Gabriel. The excitement catching, "..Nay, friend! None have seen the likes of us in an age, but we shall show them!", he admits, waving a hand at the wall, "..There shall be the mural, and I will help with it as well, due in part to my mysterious painting abilities that just appeared!".
Jan  4 23:48:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose As the blue-haired young man speaks, there the faintest hint of discomfort from the willowy and androgynous form, punctuated by another slight wince. Cerulean eyes casually peeking at the form, broad, thin shoulders tense beneath the light fabric of the youth's dark shirt.  Still seeming just a tad confused and disoriented, brilliant eyes shift their focus with both relief and reluctance within their pale depths, as a glance upwards is offered the waiter.
Jan  4 23:48:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A single, slow nod is offered to the dark-haired man, nimble fingers pausing in their gentle circular movements, gaze shifting briefly to the woman holding the guitar. "Yes.", is offered as a seemingly universal reply, head tilting once more to the side in an almost expectant manner.
Jan  4 23:49:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Gabriel! Banish those guards! We shall celebrate in the fashion of the old!", Gareth explains, pulling a cellphone from his pocket and dialing a number on it.
Jan  4 23:50:34 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince would raise an eyebrow curiously but he then nodded as he waved a hand through the air, the guards would nod and then move to exit the Elysium, "Which old ways Gareth..we knwo alot of old ays..."
Jan  4 23:54:09 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, I think you will be able to find out quite soon..", the Englishman explains, after hanging up the phone, "..I would suggest that you put on your most dashing demeanor though. Miss Leannan is on her way, even as we speak..", he explains, running a hand through his hair.
Jan  4 23:57:31 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh. I suppose it is..", Gareth explains, smirking a bit at Gabriel's admission, "..And yes, that you do. But no better than I!", he permits, grabbing the duffle bag and tossing it to the side and onto the floor.
Jan  4 23:58:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Softly, the youth's throat is cleared, head settling upright once more as composure is partially regained. Eyelids lower though, shading any emotions within the usually passive gaze. At the same time, the hand resting upon a pale temple is lifted away, arm lowering slightly in the process. The other lithe limb unwraps from around the youth's chest, fingers loosening their grip on the shirt. Idly, both hands begin to brush at the material, lightly flicking away any invisible speck of dust in brisk mo
Jan  4 23:58:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: in brisk motions. Another nod is offered to the waiter, this one more genuine and meaningful in its motion. "You should lead... I don't go out for coffee much.", is admitted quietly, the youth's tone meek and demure, still holding no hint as to the willowy form's gender.
Jan  5 00:00:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Of course I do. You were sent after me. However, now is /not/ the time to give vengeance for that..", Gareth explains, glaring at Gabriel, but in a mischievious manner, punching Gabriel in the arm, a bit roughly.
Jan  5 00:01:16 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Ouch..." The Prince said as he nodded, "Fine fine..vengence can come later" sighing he crossed his arms over his chest, "Anyway... do you still have that pirate ship?"
Jan  5 00:05:49 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Wrinkling her nose at having to descend into a noisy basement..a washroom of all things! The woman's lithe form was sheathed in a black dress with a plunging neckline and a fairly clingy appeal. Ever move of those shapely hips was highlighted by the slightly shimmering fabric. Her hair was coifed up and clipping in an elegant array with silver combs and the like studded with what might have been actual diamonds. A discerning eye was trailed along everything she encountered..and everyone.
Jan  5 00:08:33 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Gareth's celebrations with Gabriel come to a bit of a halt at the sight of the woman's entrance, as stunning as she is dressed for the evening. For once, since the first night of meeting her, he doesn't seem as if he is on the edge of giving her attitude and sarcasm, his English attitude seeming tamed just a bit under the presence that she exudes, though he does manage to speak, "..Raiding the armoire? For once, I don't mind..", with an arched brow.
Jan  5 00:12:00 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I am so pleased that both my Prince and our dear Scourge approve," She purred as she crossed over to the both of them with a faint smile and an alluring swish of the hips. "This is an interesting establishment and an even more interesting location." The comments were light and off handed and she once more looked about.
Jan  5 00:15:59 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..It will get more interesting. As soon as I can manage the free time to renovate it. Well. Gabriel and I, that is..", the Englishman admits, watching each step of the woman as if she were leaving a trail of diamonds in her wake, "..However, for now, I believe that it will do, and has grown more interesting in the past fifteen seconds. You've arrived just in time. Gabriel and I were starting a celebration. True to tradition, in an old Victorian method..", he permits, placing a hand on the shoulder 
Jan  5 00:17:54 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ..shoulder of the woman, and stepping around her, so that his chest is pressed to her backside, "..We've not celebrated in a time. I can assure you, we are both quite eager..".
Jan  5 00:21:35 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A finely shaped brow arched at the dissertation and she studied the visage of the Prince before angling her head slightly to regard the Scourge pressed so intimately against her. "What a shame, to have lack of cause to indulge in celebrations of sufficient grandeur." A sympathetic look was given to either man before she extended one hand to Gabriel and placed the other over Gareth's at her shoulder. "Come then, gents! Let's not delay the festivities!"
Jan  5 00:23:15 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince would grin wickedly as he carefully took the hand extended toward him and lifted it to his hand kissing it softly, his eyes would scan from her arm up her body very slowly, once reaching her face he would glance over to Gareth.
Jan  5 00:26:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Shoulder shrugging slightly, the thinness visible beneath the light material if the shirt, the willowy form replies simply, "It doesn't make a difference to me." Gaze turning away from the waiter for a moment, the establishment is contemplated in silence. Seeming unphased by the other patrons and inhabitants of the bar, the youth's gaze studies each in turn with a critical eye, gaze steady and piercing. A slight, stiff nod is offered to some of them, though it seems to be more of a compulsion than a
Jan  5 00:26:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: a compulsion than a sign of notice or greeting. The booth, too, is give the once-over before the youth slides into one side of the seating, full attention once more turned to the company of the man. A lingering look is offered, less appraising this time, as the slender form waits patiently in silence.
Jan  5 00:35:14 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince would move closer to the woman, a arm reaching around her waist and forcefully pulling her toward him as he would lean down, passionately pressing his lips to the womans, allowing his tongue to softly caress the edges of her lips. 
Jan  5 00:38:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, I'm sure that we do..", the Englishman admits, his own full lips curling up into a roguish, cavalier grin, before his teeth bite down on the side of the woman's neck, not rending the flesh, but not gentle either. His hand, that which has been placed upon her hip, traces a light circle, before starting to inch the black fabric up the length of her leg, slowly, but assuredly.
Jan  5 00:48:50 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: With Gabriel at one side of her neck, the Scourge would remain upon the other side, offering pleasant kisses and rough bites for another moment or so, teasing at the flesh and whispering to the woman, "..You see? The Camarilla, it does have a benefit here and there, Miss Leannan..", in his low, intoxicating voice, "..However, I feel that there is far too much clothing in this room..", and with that, his free hand would begin to search out the concealed zipper in the back of the black, slinky garment
Jan  5 00:49:01 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ..garment, while the other would trail around to cup her left breast, feeling it out.
Jan  5 01:01:53 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Gabriel, my friend. Hands on is never a bad thing. It is the only approach..for such a dire situation as this..", the Englishman explains, allowing his belt to be worked loose, while helping the woman from the dress. His hands trace along the bare flesh of her backside, cupping her smooth, flawless ass, while his full lips go back to working upon her shoulder and neck, biting once just hard enough to draw two small pinpricks of crimson vitae.
Jan  5 01:16:16 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Chuckling softly the Prince would bare his fangs slowly, while his mouth was pressed against Leannans neck, allowing her to literally feel the prick of them forming. His hands would continue to softly caress her body, as he would trail from her neck to the uppers of her breasts biting softly.
Jan  5 01:19:17 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ..Kiss, and tasting of her ambrosiatic vitae at the same time.
Jan  5 02:21:41 :: (GC) Endymion forced Viranka to save
Jan  5 10:12:39 :: (GC) Faristil forced Lenny to save
Jan  5 13:15:10 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA red chevy Nova striped with black racing stripes speeds down the street, steadily slowing as it enters this particular area. The car stops at the side of the road, before the driver side door pops open and a well-dressed figure steps out, decked in a conservative black suit. His shaved head gives him an air of authority, and a pair of black sunglasses cover his eyes like black veils. He straightens his tie, looking around the street with a detached expression.@W
Jan  5 13:28:48 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suited man leans again the back of his car, a black trenchcoat pulled tightly around his black suit, and folds his arms over his chest. He scans the street behind the lenses of his sunglasses, jaw firmly shut, a muscle twitching in his neck.
Jan  5 13:42:21 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suited man watches the antics of the biker through his usual mask of stoicism, the streetlights glaring off his shaved head and the lenses of his dark sunglasses. His head pivots slowly, aimed directly at the biker, though the rest of his body remains statuesque and still.
Jan  5 21:41:46 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Elijah is lynched.
Jan  5 21:48:59 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A handsome fellow in a waiter's uniform struts along drunkenly, a beer bottle in hand and a cigarette in the other. Deep bags sit under his blue eyes, and smoke trails behind his form, coming from his mouth. He bobs his head, muttering some fast lyrics under his breath.
Jan  5 21:55:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Wandering fairly aimlessly down the street, a willowy form dodges and weaves casually through the crowd with practiced ease, cerulean gaze traversing the flow of people with mild interest at best. From time to time, long and precise strides pause, as eyes study a certain face or form with an appraising look, before once more the youthful form is on the move again. Lithe arms are loosely draped about an androgynous torso, as long fingers entwine themselves within the thin fabric of the youth's shirt.
Jan  5 21:56:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A hint of recognition flares withing the piercing gaze, ghosting over angelic features for a mere second.
Jan  5 22:05:23 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: staring at the indignant people around him with anger and hatred burning in his features.
Jan  5 22:15:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A brunette brow arching slightly in silent questioning, the willowy form once more begins to stride on with easy steps, ducking through the wave of people on the crowded street. Discerning gaze still studying the mass of humanity with a glimmer of wisdom, the slightest hint of a dark and secretive smile plays upon the full, petal-pink lips of the angelic countenance. Looking now at the stumbling drunk form of the black-haired waiter with an almost tangible sense of amusement and curiosity.
Jan  5 22:15:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A few more steps and movements carry the youth towards the familiar form in silence, eyes looking upon the other figure with the faintest hint of questioning.
Jan  5 22:27:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A slight nod is offered in polite response to the man's words, lips still pursed into their secret grin. Head tilting to the side slightly, the youth studies the man now in a less analytical manner, gaze taking on an almost personal glint for a single breath. Arms partially unwrap from about the androgynous torso as finger unravel themselves from the material of the shirt. One limb still lightly hangs about the youth's trim waist, long digits tapping upon a narrow hip.
Jan  5 22:28:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The other, however, is held out in the air, hovering between the willowy figure of the youth and the black-haired waiter, hand extended with a sense of social awkwardness.
Jan  5 22:37:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Yep. It's a hand." He grins, looking back up at his companion, and raises the cigarette to his lips again.
Jan  5 22:43:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Withdrawing the appendage with a rather caloused glare, the youth simply nods once more to the man, seeming almost bored by now. "What was that you said, about the nature of addiction?", is asked in a quiet manner. At the same time, a single small step is taken towards the man, heavy boots thudding gently with the movement. "What do you see now that was invisible then?", is also posed, though this time with a more velvety timbre. Looking the companion directly in the face, eyelids lower slowly over 
Jan  5 22:43:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: eyelids lower slowly over brilliant eyes, lashes kissing rounded cheeks. The retracted hand once more wraps about the youth's chest, fingers toying gently with the buttons of the shirt.
Jan  5 22:49:25 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: striding down a dark alleyway with a grim expression on his features.
Jan  5 23:06:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming more intrigued, and possibly even amused, than frightened by the outburst, the youth patiently follows the young man, trailing him enough to avoid sudden swings and allow some berth, but close enough to make presence known. There's no fear shown towards the alley, simply the detached stoicism usually presented to the world. As the gaze sweeps the area, a slight snarl of disgust curls upon the youth's lip as the true level of pure filth is revealed, though, like most, it soon fades into the n
Jan  5 23:06:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: it soon fades into the night
Jan  5 23:30:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Walking over to the sprawled figure, the youth simply stands over the man for a few moments, staring down at him and blinking several times. After a moment a sight nod is offered, soon followed by a slight nudge with the toe of one boot. Arms remain crossed over the youth's chest, though in a casual manner, fingers lapping lightly against each forearm. "Please. Stand. Up.", is stated in a bland manner, the emotion seemingly drained out of it. "This is a disgusting pile of filth that you shouldn't ev
Jan  5 23:31:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Walking over to the sprawled figure, the youth simply stands over the man for a few moments, staring down at him and blinking several times. After a moment a sight nod is offered, soon followed by a slight nudge with the toe of one boot. Arms remain crossed over the youth's chest, though in a casual manner, fingers lapping lightly against each forearm. "Please. Stand. Up.", is stated in a bland manner, the emotion seemingly drained out of it. "This is a disgusting pile of filth that you should
Jan  5 23:31:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: that you shouldn't even be breathing in, none-the-less laying in." Once more, the youth's lip curls slightly in disgust, though this time it remains that way for several moments before dropping back into its appointed place.
Jan  5 23:39:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Those blue eyes simply stare up at the youth, glazed over. His fingers tap on the ground, each hand at either side of his body. Slowly his fingers stiffen, hands clamped to the ground as he raises himself into a sitting position. "Why do you care?" He asks, though it's said in a genuinely curious way.
Jan  5 23:47:25 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Blinking once more, seemingly in thought, the youth's gaze begins to drift to the other various inhabitants of the alleyway, glancing at them with a slight shake of the head. "Nobody should be laying in this muck.", is stated in a tone just loud enough to be head by everyone in the area. Eyes closing now, the willowy form continues, "And if you DIE from some godforsaken disease that you acquire from alley scum, I don't get to talk to you."
Jan  5 23:47:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The explanation is delivered in the same quiet tone as always, though the words are vaguely dulled, as though recited rather than spoken. Eyelids opening a crack, a glance is offered to the man, though lips purse, releasing nothing more.
Jan  6 00:13:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Expression going almost comically deadpan at the mention of the word, "Drink", the youth simply stares at the man for several moments, though cerulean eyes are focused less on the man and more on the various other figures inhabiting this dank, dark and filthy little corner. Finally, gaze seeming to be both disgusted and bemused, the youth simply offers a nod, a few stray golden curls obscuring finely drawn features. "Sure.", is replied in a tone as deadpan as the expression the youth wears. Before t
Jan  6 00:13:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Before the words fully slide over full lips, long strides are already being taken away from the alley.
Jan  6 00:24:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A chance gaze is taken by the youth from out of the corner of an eye, perceptive gaze picking up the somewhat deflated expression of the current company. Eyes shifting to face forward once more, a brow arches slightly. "What did you want me to say?", is asked gently, though there is an edge of curiosity within the soft voice. Arm uncrossing from before the androgynous chest, one raises so that long fingers are able to tuck a stray curl behind an ear.
Jan  6 00:24:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Steps slowing, the youth pauses mid-stride to allow the man to catch up so that the pair might walk side by side.
Jan  6 00:43:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming to take the reponse at face value at first, yet another smiple nod is offered, seemingly a default response to most situations. However, after several more moments, and several more steps, eyes close partially and lips begin to part. A soft breath blows over them as the youth's elegant neck turns to look at the man, a mixture of questioning and irritation obvious within cerulean eyes. "You say nothing, yet you obviously want something, otherwise you wouldn't keep looking at me like that..."
Jan  6 00:43:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Tone trailing off slightly, the androgynous form pauses once more, turning fulling around to face the black-haired waiter. There's nothing confrontational about the motion, rather, there's more of a hint of almost child-like curiosity. "Please, tell me."
Jan  6 00:55:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah stops, reaching up to scratch at the side of his head as the youth faces him. He frowns, sucking on the cigarette before raising both hands as though accused. "No no, it's nothing. What?" He asks, an eyebrow raised, and his hands slowly lower. When the second statement comes out, however, a renewed bout of frustration and anger rises within him unsteadily, as he turns, hurling the cigarette against a brick wall, scowling furiously. "IT'S FUCKING NOTHING. Nothing. Nothing. Okay? Just. You're f
Jan  6 00:55:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "You're fucking weird. Why do you even want to talk to me?"
Jan  6 01:06:45 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I'm weird, yet you wonder why I talk to you. A bit oxymoronic, no?" Head tilting to the side, the youth simply looks at the man with a passive stare, angelic face void of all emotion. One arm still draped about a slender chest, nimble fingers begin to flick invisible particles of dust and lint off of a sleeve. The other arm remains bent, elbow resting comfortably within the dip of a narrow waist, fingers idly toying with a shirt button in an almost playful manner.
Jan  6 01:06:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Do you hold things in more with or without substances within your body? Depending the answer, perhaps you should partake of some to say what's on your mind." Blinking innocently, the youth's head straightens once more.
Jan  6 01:10:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He raises the cigarette, poising it a few inches from his lips, held delicately between two fingers. "I will smoke this motherfucker off the ground. OFF. THE. GROUND."
Jan  6 01:21:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Wincing as though in serious pain, the youth swallows, the motion very much visible. Eyes closing slowly shut, the youth's head shakes a few times, slowly. "Please don't.", is stated in a crisp and clear fashion, words holding a slight edge to them. Finger cease in their consistent movement, flexing somewhat with a mixture of agitation and anticipation. A deep breath is inhaled slowly through flared nostrils, then exhaled just as smoothly through barely parted lips.
Jan  6 01:21:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes begin to open, though stay shadowed by long, sooty lashes as pale cheeks finally gain the faintest hint of color. "Please.", is repeated in a meek tone.
Jan  6 01:27:30 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He repeats, turning back, though his blue eyes don't actually meet the youth's. He stares off at traffic, breathing heavily, before yelling again "WHY IS EVERYONE SO FUCKING... FUCK." With that he turns, running into the street. Naturally, a car squeals and hits him from the side, barely, and he falls onto the hood before rolling off. More screams of "FUCK" echo down the street as he limps to the other side.
Jan  6 01:37:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Watching the display, a look so blank it verges on vapid spreads across angelic features, brilliant eyes holding a sense of exasperation within their pale depths. A gentle sigh is released, heaving a slender chest and passing over full lips, before the youth strides towards the edge of the curb, arms dropping down beside the willowy form. Pale hand ball into loose fists, the skin turning white from the effort. When it becomes safe to cross, long, quick strides carry the youthful form across the stre
Jan  6 01:37:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: across the street at a swift pace. Upon reaching a safe crossing, the youth then turns, now striding in the direction of the limping figure. Amusement plays upon the youth's lips now, moving upwards until a twinkle of mirth is visible within a piercing gaze. Catching up to the man, one hand unfurls itself as the arm rises upwards, a palm placed steadily upon the man's shoulder, offering a light squeeze. Leaning in close, the youth blows gently against the man's ear, teeth nipping at the lobe softly.
Jan  6 01:54:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Voice soft and even, holding a gentle and soothing tone, the youth explains, "If you keep doing this, playing these games, you're going to die." A step is taken forward, and both of the youth's lithe arms rise and extend towards the man, movements precise and balanced. A hand is placed on each shoulder, though no is pressure applied other than the simple weight of the tentative, almost tender touch. Both leaning in, and pulling the other figure closer, the willowy form's neck snakes around so that o
Jan  6 01:54:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: so that once more lips are brought close to the man's ear. "And I don't want you to die.", the words flow smoothly, with a velvety softness. Pulling back just slightly, the youth once more meets the man eye to eye, gaze focusing solely upon the man's own. Once more, a tentative motion is made as the youth leans in closer, pausing inches from the man's face.
Jan  6 02:06:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Saying a somewhat lengthy sentence in another language, the youth offers a dark upturn of lips, the same dark look shining within cerulean eyes. "You fascinate me Elijah.", the name is said with care, as though the word itself is fragile and might break. "You, captivate me even." The youth's forehead is pressed lightly against the man's, cool pale skin making contact with a warmer, more tanned brow. "Would you stay alive, or at least try, for me?", the questioning now all but envelops the youth's fa
Jan  6 02:06:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: the youth's face, "Words...they don't count. Lies roll off the tongue as easily as truths. Show me, please. Show me that you want to live, that you'll do me that favor."
Jan  6 02:12:15 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I don't know your name." He says, using his finger tips to gently push the youth back. It seems he isn't aware of the youth's gender, either, but the gentle kiss still hangs on his alcohol and tobacco flavored lips. "Tomorrow." Is all that he says, breaking free of the youth, before turning, feebly, and staggering off down the sidewalk, already pulling another cigarette from his pocket, which he leaves between his lips, unlit.
Jan  6 02:27:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Tomorrow then..." Words trailing off into the night, there's a vaguely sorrowful note to this simple statement. "Almost everyone calls me Devon.", is offered in a tone just loud enough to carry, seemingly as an afterthought. However, no hint to the larger question of gender is given. Eyes studying the departing form, the youth continues, "Please find me for the rest." There's a gentle request in these words, more silent than the first, though the vague echo of a command rests within their depths.
Jan  6 02:28:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyelids lower, shading the often single portal to the willowy form's emotions, the motion either coy or converse. One arm falls to an androgynous side, fingers gently drumming against a denim-clad thigh. The other, though, hovers in the air, fingers reaching to touch petal-pink lips, fingertips dancing nimbly over them as though to recreate the sensation of the fluttering kiss. Another word is spoken, once more in the same foreign language, though there is no change in the waif as this single saying
Jan  6 02:28:21 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: this single saying floats mysteriously into the night.
Jan  7 00:33:39 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan  7 00:49:18 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The Prince raises an eyebrow slowly, "Well, if I did.. you'd be dead and I wouldn't be sitting at this table" he said plainly as he looked from man to man, "I heard rumor of whats going on..and i'll be working to rid us both of that problem..." his eyes would fade dark for a moment, "Its personally.."
Jan  7 00:55:08 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Look, I can only tell them to do what I say, if its not brought to my attention that they don't I can't do shit about it" The Prince would say as he looked at the cards, "Somebody deal me in" he said simply as he turned to look at Carl, "I have no reason to kill you Carl, unless your just itchin for it" 
Jan  7 01:02:01 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: but I can make time to punish them"
Jan  7 01:05:11 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Hotel Cali" Gabriel would say as he laughed once more and opened the door, "I can't say I blame you.. I wouldn't either in your posistion" that said he walked out.
Jan  7 14:03:56 :: (GC) Endymion forced Gabriel to invis
Jan  7 14:04:34 :: (GC) Endymion forced Gabriel to invis
Jan  7 21:28:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His blue eyes stare about him patiently, watching the streets alertly. An unlit cigarette sits between his lips.
Jan  7 21:31:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Standing casually off to the side, a single willowy form can be spotted standing almost against the nearby wall. Eyes scanning the crowd with a sense of detached indifference, the gaze wanders almost lazily over the various people pulsating through the crowd, even at this time of night. One boot-clad toe traces idle circles into the sidewalk, the designs becoming more intricate with each deft movement made. Slowly, the movements turn into steps, carrying the youthful figure into the mass with long, 
Jan  7 21:31:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: with long, easy strides. The steps pause, however, once the blase gaze lands upon a familiar face. One lithe arm rises from a slender side, bending at the elbow and offering a stiff wave.
Jan  7 21:38:05 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes fall into focus, recovering from their far-off gaze. They seem to sharpen and brighten at the same time, studying the young man with analytical fascination, though more than just a mere flicker of personal interest can be discerned within their depths. No emotion alights upon the angelic countenance as a few more long strides carry the willowy form over to the black-haired figure. There is a chance gaze at the red item, though no sigh of recognition is visible.
Jan  7 21:40:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: watching the youth closely.
Jan  7 21:45:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Full pink lips curl at the edges into the shadow of a smile, though there's a dark feeling to it that belies the innocent face it appears upon. Eyes, too, seem to hold a secret, as lids descend upon them and long lashes cast a shadow over a dark glint. Head tilting to the side, the same hand used to wave reaches out and accepts the gift with a light and gentle touch, long fingers brushing against the man's in the process. Gaze shifting to study the item for a moment, the youth's head straightens to 
Jan  7 21:46:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: head straightens to look the man straight in the eyes. "Thank you.", is offered in an almost velvety tone.\
Jan  7 21:58:44 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Blinking a few times, the youth gives the man and almost puzzled look, though it lasts only a moment before falling back into a mask of detached beauty. "Your mind is beautiful. There's something deep within it that I'm drawn to. I want to bring it out of you." The tone is honest, soft and velvety in its timbre. A gentle breath is drawn, slender chest hardly moving with the action. Eyes falter in their contact now in a rather teenage motion, though the look soon changes to one of wisdom.
Jan  7 21:59:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I suppose that sounds impersonal.", is added simply, though in no way apologetic.
Jan  7 22:02:22 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Thank you. So much."
Jan  7 22:12:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes sifting their gaze upwards once more, a strange combination of innocent wisdom searching within the hardened gaze now almost softened by tears. The rounded apples of the youth's cheeks remain just as cool and pale as always as the kiss is given, though the willowy form does loosen slightly, the stiff and stoic posture relaxing to an almost normal state. Lithe arms rise from slender sides, pale hands cupping the man's cheeks for a moment, the soft petals of the flower brushing against the warmth
Jan  7 22:12:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: against the warmth of the man's skin. Standing on tiptoe, the youth rises up and plants a gentle kiss upon the companion's forehead before lowing once more to whisper into an ear. "Live. Breath. Thrive. I want to keep seeing you, knowing you, being to believe in you." Lips, as usual, brush againt the earlobe, teeth once more just lightly nipping at the tender flesh.
Jan  7 23:10:22 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As the night wears on, the denizens of Los Angeles mill in greater numbers around the trendiest clubs Santa Monica has to offer. Where the trend goes, the elite are sure to follow. Of course, behind those peroxide blondes and musclebound men come the stalkerazzi, always keen on finding the next best shot. Trailing that crew of vultures is a small woman, her short black hair pulled away from her face by a couple of barrets. She doesn't so much follow the other photographers as she peers around lookin
Jan  7 23:10:30 :: (GC) Ella rposed: She doesn't so much follow the other photographers as she peers around looking for something better to shoot before they see it.
Jan  7 23:13:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Weaving through the pulsing mass of humanity that writhes its way down the Boulevard, a willowy form can be spotted, cerulean eyes studying the passing figures with an appraising yet detached gaze. Lithe arm are wrapped loosely about a slender and androgynous torso, long fingers entangling themselves in the light material of a black shirt. Broad, thin shoulders are stiff and stoic in their posture, ridged and ready to move swiftly.
Jan  7 23:13:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Long, casual strides make platform boots land with a soft thud, though the sound is drowned out by the noise of the street. Only a passive, almost vapid expression graces an angelic visage.
Jan  7 23:18:38 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Lips that seem a bit too large for her delicate frame purse together as she rescans the street, pausing as they hit upon the vacant, androgynous person.
Jan  7 23:29:10 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: Walking down the northern side of the walkway, an older and genteel looking man of Spanish descent can be seen. His dress is that of an older time, with a suit that has long since been out of style. His mustache is trimmed and traditional, at least in Spain, which he is not in, though it does compliment his slick back, black hair. He walks with a bit of a limp, favoring his left leg, but this is balanced out with an elegant, black cane, the handle of which is a dragon wrapped around a barbed Ankh.
Jan  7 23:37:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The youth's apathetic gaze continues to transverse the crowd, a hint of recognition flaring within the pale depths of brilliant eyes. Focus is placed on the young paparazzi for a few moments as legs pause in their stride, willowy form redirecting slightly in her direction. Leather creaks gently at the youthful form rocks from the balls of the feet to the heels, seeming prepared to take a spectator's view on the world. Lithe arms relaxing in their position, fingers release their grip on the shirt and
Jan  7 23:38:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose The youth's apathetic gaze continues to transverse the crowd, a hint of recognition flaring within the pale depths of brilliant eyes. Focus is placed on the young paparazzi for a few moments as legs pause in their stride, willowy form redirecting slightly in her direction. Leather creaks gently at the youthful form rocks from the balls of the feet to the heels, seeming prepared to take a spectator's view on the world. Lithe arms relaxing in their position, fingers release their grip on the shi
Jan  7 23:38:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: grip on the shirt and the limbs fall gracefully to the youth's side, pale hand resting upon denim-clad thighs. However, attention quickly changes as a casual glance through the crowd lands upon the genteel figure. Broad shoulders straighten, seemingly subconscious in their motions, thinness visible through the shirt's thin material.
Jan  7 23:42:01 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Both ebony eyebrows lift above Ella's astute grey eyes, apparently startled at being recognized even if for just a moment. As the lovely creature's gaze is suddenly drawn elsewhere, she can't help but to follow it as well, only to find a glorious vision of svelte masculinity ambling down the street. The thought can almost be seen registered in her calculating gaze as she lifts the camera, thinking this man -has- to be someone of import just judging by his fine clothes and the casual arrogance of his
Jan  7 23:42:18 :: (GC) Ella rposed: gait regardless of how hobbled it may be. She doesn't quite snap the picture yet, the camera poised at the ready, stealing a swift glance over her shoulder at the gaggle of other shutterbugs littering the street.
Jan  7 23:45:45 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: If he was someone special, or famous, or powerful, then none of the other Paparazzi were astute enough to notice him, as the man has no clinging of the leech community. Several feet behind him though, are two other men who seem to be following them. These are not Spanish, but both are dressed in suits, each more modern than Lucian's. His eyes are dark, and are drawn to the various neon hues of the nightclubs on Santa Monica Boulevard, as if he'd never seen the likes of them before.
Jan  7 23:55:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head tilting slightly to the side in an almost questioning motion, the youth takes an single, somewhat casual step forward, narrow hips swaying lightly with the simple movement. All notice of the young woman and her camera seems to vanish into the night as the youth continues to watch the gentleman and his two companions make their way through the crowd and down the street. The myriad of thoughts within the youth's mind is visible within cerulean eyes at the gentleman is observed with a certain poli
Jan  7 23:56:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: is observed with a certain politeness and even a hint of caution. Fingers begin to drum idly against thighs, nimble digits not really tapping out any specific pattern or tune. At the same time, weight is shifted smoothly from one leg to the other, a foot reaching out slightly so that a booted toe can swipe almost compulsively at the ground, the movement repeated with more detail each time until unseen patterns begin to form.
Jan  8 00:00:47 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Taking a few steps back, Ella cants her head quizzically to one side and lowers her camera. The shouts of the other paparazzi behind her at some young starlet or another exiting a nearby club becomes only background noise to the small girl. Her lips crook into a half-smile as she fades back into obscurity, content to linger on the fringes and watch the newcomer and his mini brute squad.
Jan  8 00:06:50 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: Without hindrance, the Spanish gentleman continues on his walk. It's a noticeable difference, how he goes forth in a straight line, forcing people to step out of his path, and how the two that follow have to swivel in and out, around them. As he gets closer to where Morgan is, he turns to look at her, showing that one eye is a milky, white color. The left one. He only pauses for a moment though, to look down at her, before pushing into a limped gait, and going on.
Jan  8 00:16:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head straightening beneath the man's quick but obviously meaningful gaze, the youth's eyes look upwards at the taller figure, not wilting beneath the scrutiny, but still holding a sense of true respect. A deep nod is offered, polite and almost submissive in its motion, but there's still a hint of pride or perhaps self-respect about the willowy form. Slightly more casual nods are offered to the man's small entourage, though they still hold an obvious does of respect as well. Eyes almost unable to lea
Jan  8 00:17:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: unable to leave the almost ethereal figure, the youth's gaze follows him through the crowd, lingering upon his form.
Jan  8 00:31:44 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once the elegant and genteel figure has been swallowed by the crowd and cast from sight by the darkness, the youth's posture relaxes just slightly. Yet, it's still stoic and ridged, far from what could be called 'normal'. Blinking slowly, full lips part and a gentle puff of breath flows over them. Still, fingers keep up their movement, both tapping idly and tracing random and unending patterns. The foot, too, continues to draw out signs, symbols and figures with the platform heel of the toe. Each mo
Jan  8 00:31:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Each motions is surprisingly smooth, like the stroke of and artist's brush. Eyes, still half lidded and shadowed by sooty lashes, begin to pan the crowd again. There's no searching per se, just blase observation.
Jan  8 00:38:53 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As soon as she sees the other man? woman? individual! begin to take an interest in their surroundings again, Ella whirls around and tries to feign interest in whatever celebutard has stumbled out of the nearest esstablishment most recently. All the while, she attempts to keep the androgynous person in her peripheral vision just out of sheer paranoia.
Jan  8 00:51:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still scanning the crowd with an acute and piercing gaze, the youth's eyes once more notice the girl, more from her avoident behavior than despite it. Seeming not only to notice, but to feed off the young woman's discomfort, the youth studies her in an appraising manner, eyes sweeping her form with a vague sense of interest. Still, no movement is made or comment said. Long fingers cease their movements now, arms bending at the elbow to once more wrap loosely about the androgynous torso.
Jan  8 00:57:23 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Just as the TV biologist in the field gets a bit antsy when the leopard notices his existance instead of that of his prey or fellow animals, Ella frowns a bit and begins to pace the periphery of the small clot of lingering cameramen, ostensibly to get the perfect shot of a drunken celebrity though she finds some comfort in just moving.
Jan  8 01:05:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The almost somber mood brought on by the elegant gentleman's presence seems to be lifting now, as a dark smile plays upon the corners of the youth's full lips. A hint of the same darkness flits through brilliant eyes, as though twisted enjoyment is being taken from this new game. Head tilting to the side now in a rather weak mockery of the photographer's own earlier movements, a hauntingly vapid look is focused directly her way, stray curls framing an angelic countenance with a silky golden curtain.
Jan  8 01:06:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Lips purse and part, a gentle breath of air blowing away some of the stray strands, though several locks remain, casting spiral shadows upon flawless alabaster flesh.
Jan  8 01:21:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head straightening once more, a brunette brow arches in silent questioning,  the youthful form blinking a few times in mild confusion. Studying the photographer once more with the same appraising gaze, the youth's throat is quietly cleared. "I couldn't remember where I saw you.", is stated simply in a quiet voice, soft tone just loud enough to be heard from within the pulsating throng of humanity. "I think it was Crank. But I never learned your name.", is added in the same blunt manner, as though it
Jan  8 01:22:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: as though it's the most simple concept in the world. A single nod is offered, the willowy form turning on heel in one swift and concise movement, back now turned to the black-haired young woman. Without even turning back around, the youth calls, "Goodbye then.", in a flat, vaguely bored tone.
Jan  8 01:33:38 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Ella explodes.
Jan  8 01:34:37 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: ...(3 Successes)
Jan  8 01:39:11 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Black people don't go skiing. Guess why?
Jan  8 01:39:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Upon hearing the photographer's words, the youth pauses mid-stride, commenting in the same idle tone, "So, was that guy your beau, or just a random male to pump for information." Elegant neck turning around so that eyes might peer over a broad shoulder, the willowy form continues, "And, what exactly did you, pump?" The words are so casual in nature that they might be about the weather. Yet, the youth's tone is velvety smooth, a foil against the stoic bearing and expressionless features. Both arms lo
Jan  8 01:39:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Both arms loosen their hold about the androgynous torso, one sliding down to encircle a trim waist with the other bends at the elbow, long fingers toying with the buttons of the black shirt.
Jan  8 01:41:23 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Don't stand here. Go Go Go. You're gonna be hit by flowin' snow. Come with me. It won't be hard. Hop on my back, I'm a St. Bernard.
Jan  8 01:46:23 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Make things complicated and there's more of a chance of it turning to shit," she responds at length, flashing the lovely creature a wide grin and a bat of her eyelashes, her attempt at being girly way too easily seen for the mockery it is.
Jan  8 02:00:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Any of the young photographer's attempts to lure the youth with femininity seem to almost bounce off the willowy form's detached exterior. A blank yet piercing stare is the only acknowledgment at first that her words have even be heard. Own eyelids now lowering, long lashes kiss the rounded apples of pale cheeks in a vaguely coy manner. At the same time, the fingers toying with the shirt button move gently upwards, nimble fingertips dancing lightly over a pronounced collarbone. "So, you've been hurt
Jan  8 02:01:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "So, you've been hurt then. What happened?" Head leaning to the side slightly the youth continues to study the attractive figure, though in a manner more analytical than flirtatious. One long stride is taken, closing part of the gap between the two figures, the youth's narrow hips gentle swaying once more. Through each word and action, the cerulean gaze never strays or falters away from the black-haired girl.
Jan  8 02:07:45 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A rather confused look crosses Ella's sharp features as she graces the slinky inidividual with a series of blinks. Her brow knits together as she visually scans their face, searching for any sign that perhaps this person could be joking in some way. "Uumm..." she begins before shaking her head roughly, once to each side. "What? Hurt? Why would I have been hurt?" Swiftly, she glances down at her bare arms, turning them over and examining the rest of herself. As she peers back up, her confusion become
Jan  8 02:07:57 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As she peers back up, her confusion becomes even more evident. "Wait, wait... Why would I be hurt? I mean I haven't been in any physical altercations.. well.. umm.. I haven't been in any -recent- physical altercations or any that have been dire enough to warrant stitches and subsequent scarring."
Jan  8 02:15:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head still tilted slightly, the youthful for offers a slight nod of the head to the photographer, angelic features showing no sign of emotion towards her words. Yet, there's a glint of interest within the youth's eyes, lashes now casting spidery shadows over pale skin. An almost gentle, 'Mmmmhmmm', sound is let out before a soft breath is drawn though slightly flaring nostrils. "You can be hurt more than physically.", is explained in the same soft and quite voice, though there's a hint of cajoling n
Jan  8 02:15:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: of cajoling now, words trying to draw out more of a story. "Who broke your mind or heart? How did they do such a thing?"
Jan  8 02:20:44 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Hard to just up and drop everything to do that when you have such.. uh.. intimate ties, ya know? Plus, I'm young! I'm supposed to do this, according to mainstream media!" With that she lets a smile touch her lips, pulling away from the armchair psychiatrist. "I have really got to be going. Time flies and the strutting peacocks flock to Hyde."
Jan  8 02:26:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A slight nod, seemingly in farewell, is the last thing offered to the photographer before the willowy figure neatly straightens with a single flowing motion. Without another word, the youth's gaze seems to loose focus as long strides are taken away from the young woman and into the writhing, pulsating crowd. Great care is taken to weave through the crush and avoid being jostled too much, the movements rather graceful for the waif of a creature. No look back is offered as the youth continues on his, 
Jan  8 02:26:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...on his, or her, way.
Jan  8 13:41:33 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Clomping into the bar, it's an unlikely return customer, the little gang-banger from down under. Matty.  She grins at the bartender when he recognizes her as the young woman who spoke to Carl a while back.  She asks for a beer and then sips on it slowly while watching some of the guys play pool.
Jan  8 19:52:37 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: I'm going to Disneyland!
Jan  8 21:01:39 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Dressed in a fine suit as always, the music producer makes his way along the street, a black and mild resting on his lip, smoke trailing behind him easily, his hands in his pockets
Jan  8 21:12:18 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: On his walk, he catches the glimpse of Elijah, and he approaces the man slowly, speaking up as he gets closer to him, his thick harty smoke plumin up and taking over his own--  "Young man, I'd like to speak with you."
Jan  8 21:17:54 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "The other day, I do believe I got a bit out of hand, no?  You'll have to excuse the actions, but I just take insults to my character very seriously.  We are built around our experiences no.  Though in the future, I would warn you not to just assume things about people as I said.  It can get you in some real trouble."  --He spoke with a strong voice as always, the words accented by puffs of smoke--
Jan  8 21:23:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter ashes his cigarette off to the side, taking in a long, deep breath of fresh air as his eyes turn to survey the well-dressed fellow. Exasperation is apparent in his features, and it's unclear whether he's intoxicated or not, but his eyes are glazed over. "I don't get you, man. Just fucking... Lay off. I don't need this life lesson bullshit." He shakes his head, an indignant smile plastering itself across his features. He pushes off the wall and takes a few steps in a random direct
Jan  8 21:24:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He pushes off the wall and takes a few steps in a random directly, raising the cigarette to his lips before turning around to face the other man once more. "I don't care about getting into trouble with... whoever the fuck you're talking about. Yourself. Whatever." He shakes his head again, taking another pull off the cigarette, the collected ash at the end glowing brightly before dying after the breath is cut. "I know you're just trying to be polite and all... But fuck, really, this isn't the way to
Jan  8 21:24:26 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I know you're just trying to be polite and all... But fuck, really, this isn't the way to apologize."
Jan  8 21:30:53 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I am only apologizing for my actions, not my words.  I still maintain them.  And I won't lecture you anymore.  But I REALLY suggest you listen to what I HAVE said in the past.  As for the way of my apology, what would you prefer?  Some good weed?  A stiff drink?"
Jan  8 21:34:24 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The expression of the handsome man slackens for a moment, and he puffs on his cigarette thoughtfully upon hearing the man's words. At the last statement, however, his features bubble up angrily like upset lava once again, and he points an accusatory finger at the man's face, a heavy scowl accenting the hurt look drawing onto his lips. "Fuck you." He replies, before turning and walking off, flicking his cigarette into an alleyway.
Jan  8 21:37:59 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The man's face snarls and his hand slips to the back of his pants.  The fingers curl around something and he follows after the boy into the alley, shaking his head.  "Fuck me?  No, I don't think so."
Jan  8 21:45:19 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Hey, kid!
Jan  8 21:49:18 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Hey, kid!"  He pulls the piece of bright silver out as if he was a samurai, revealing his Katana.  The empty black hole stares straight at him as Donovan approaches him rapidly, the darkness within the barell, thereatening to swallow him before he even got shot.  "What the FUCK did I tell?  Hmm?"
Jan  8 21:53:12 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I said, I was talking to you."  The silence of the night is broken with a gunshot, the bullet racing into the air, torching it as it soars up, tearing through the smog of the city.
Jan  8 22:09:15 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The thin waiter continues walking along, his body wincing quite visibly at the sound of the gunshot. He stops in his tracks for a moment, his outline visible against the inky darkness, before he continues on, his breathing troubled. His pace remains surprisingly casual, however, offering a peek into this man's current apathy. "Wear the Grudge like a crown. Calculate that you will not tolerate. Desperate to control." He recites these words, like some perverted form of a prayer, allowing the darkness 
Jan  8 22:09:25 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: of the alleyway to swallow him as he walks further into it, waiting to die, if the gun-toting fellow should deem it necessary.
Jan  8 23:51:10 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Shirking her usual haunt of Santa Monica, Ella instead strolls casually down the mostly quiet streets surrounding it. Her grey cargos have been swapped out for a pair of black jeans, slim fit of course, and a red sweater to match her beat-up red Chuck Taylor's. Still she lugs around her messenger bag, dotted with various pins and buttons, and currently holding her ever-present camera.
Jan  8 23:57:14 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..That cameras gonna be the death of you, kid..", Adrien Cross admits, leaned up against the brick exterior of Ye Olde Triangle, a few feet off from the door. The light outside of the place, as well as the streetlight both seem to be out, but his face can be seen in the glow of the embered cherry at the end of his cigarette. He doesn't move, or say anything past what he said a moment ago.
Jan  9 00:02:11 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) she rambles on with a crooked smile, her course changing to bring ner nearer to Adrien. "Speaking of which, I do have something I thought you might find interesting."
Jan  9 00:11:41 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You shoot out your own streetlight. These shadows are mine, lady..", the Occultist admits, taking another deep pull from his cigarette, and causing the cherry to glow harder for a brief second. "..What is it though..?", he does ask, curiosity getting the better of him. The sound of something unscrewing can be hard from his dark patch, probably the cap of his silver flask.
Jan  9 00:16:47 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "but it could be the same .. er... -guys- that made such a mess of that room."
Jan  9 00:26:14 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "You know, it can't rain all the time," she manages to state in a perfectly even, serious voice. As she lowers her head, she lets out a burst of laughter at some private joke and begins to walk away. "Be seein' you around. Let me know what you think of those pics."
Jan  9 00:29:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You'd be surprised, Lady. You'd be surprised..", Adrien admits, watching Ella walk off. Seconds after, he lifts his middle finger up to the sky, and notes, "..I don't even know that it's fuckin' rain..". And puffing on his cigarette again, the Occultist turns his collar up toward the sprinkling water, and moves for the door to Ye Olde Triangle.
Jan  9 07:31:56 :: (GC) Trista rposed: A rather skeptical brow is raised as Trista enters the restaurant and walks up to the podium. She'd gotten off work early and at her stomach's rumbling decided to see about that free meal she'd heard about.  Her eyes scan both the man in white and the woman before she approaches. "Did I mishear about the free meal?" is all the woman in Starbucks outfit asks as she stands there.
Jan  9 07:34:56 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "No miss, you heard exactly correct" The man clad in white would say with a chuckle as he looked over at the woman, "I'll be seating her myself" he would say as the woman would offer the girl a smile, "Right this way" Gabriel said as he turned and folded his arms behind his back as he moved toward a table gracefully.
Jan  9 07:37:16 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Both brows then raise briefly in mild surprise as she nods, "Alright then. Can't say no to that." She grins and follows the blonde-haired man with a quite-pleased smile upon her lips. She'd already dropped her backpack off by the apartment and had only her keys and some money on her, no purse and plenty of attitude.
Jan  9 07:42:00 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Not at all, though I warn you I have a husband and a most possessive one at that," she grins as she sits lightly in her seat, slipping her chair forward smoothly before her legs cross. "But how could I miss out on pleasant conversation?"
Jan  9 07:53:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Hmm yes of course... do you like salad and chicken?" The man would ask leaning slightly foward as he looked up to the waitress, "Bring me a glass of Chateau Lafite aswell Lauren" he said looking back across the table to the woman, "I'll throw in a glass of wine with your meal if you'd like" 
Jan  9 07:57:52 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "That would be great, the wine...though I've no taste for salad. I tend to like...meat," the woman replies with a slight smirk, her punk up-do toussling a little as she cants her head. "Apologies for asking you to think of another though. I'm only difficult when I'm awake, or so I've been told." She grins as she sits up a little.
Jan  9 08:11:34 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Make that a bottle lauren, and bring her the veal, add in some of the beef tips.. aswell as some water" The man would say as the woman would nod and smile warmly before turning to walk off, "So you work at star bucks eh?"
Jan  9 08:16:45 :: (GC) Trista rposed: A more amused expression crosses her features as she glances down to her Starbucks uniform and then to Gabriel with her most innocent expression -which still makes her look up to no good- "What ever would give you that idea? I thought everyone had one of these outfits lying round..." She laughs before her smile becomes more aimiable than impish, "But yes, I work at starbucks. I do have to do -something- for money while I decide which college to transfer my credits to around here."
Jan  9 08:26:07 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Not the highest paying job in the world, but multi-tasking, attention to detail, and a deft hand earned me my black apron before half the employees realized there was something other than green. As for UCLA, that is the main one I have been considering. Marketing and business-management double major." She grins at this, her gaze following Gabriel's only in her peripheral. "I don't believe I caught your name. I'm Trista Teriol." The grin relaxes into a pleasant smile.
Jan  9 08:28:07 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Pleasure to meet you" The man would say as the waitress would return with their win, and a small basket of bread which was placed on the table before she slowly filled up their glasses, "Gabriel Bennett...such an interesting double major..." he said narrowing his eyes slightly at his glass as the waitress sat it on the table and moved away, "You'll be a very successful person, tell me what do you make hourly?"
Jan  9 08:32:01 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "A pleasure as well, Mister Bennett. And I do try to be interesting," she replies, a smirk playing upon her full lips for a moment before she answers the last. "Ten-ish," is the dismissive response as she sighs, a slender-fingered hand reaching out to pluck up her glass with a decent amount of refinement considering her punk-hairstyle would suggest to most that she knew nothing of propriety. "Unfortunately, I didn't hold manager position with relocation, but all in due time, they say."
Jan  9 08:37:45 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Smelling the wine with a rather-practiced gentle swirl, Trista takes a sip, emitting a very soft 'mmm' as she swallows the wine. "The best I've ever tasted, and I'd snuck into my family's wine cellar several times when younger to sample. And I believe working here would be a nice change of pace, but that would probably require me to change hair-styles at the least." She laughs softly and brings the glass to her lips for another sip. No lipstick remains on the glass, suggesting she either doesn't wea
Jan  9 08:40:50 :: (GC) Trista rposed: wear any or ler lips hold an attractively scarlet hue of their own accord.
Jan  9 08:47:30 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Now that is an offer I can't refuse," Trista replies as she places her glass back down on the table, reaching out after Gabriel to slice a piece of bread for herself and putting a rather scant amount of butter on it. "And to think I'd thought I'd have to lie if someone mentioned seeing me here eating with someone other than Mich by saying it was a business dinner." She takes a bite of the bread, chewing slowly before swallowing and reaching for her glass again.
Jan  9 08:53:42 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: course if it is ok with you"
Jan  9 09:00:58 :: (GC) Trista rposed: The plum sauce heated by the warmth of the veal indeed infused the air with a zesty, tangy scent that caused Trista's tongue to wet her lips in anticipation before she nods in agreement with Gabriel. "That is perfectly alright. I'd hoped to give two week's notice, but after they decided they just had to start me out on my least-preferred shift, they can manage. Though, do you know of a place that sells that sort of business attire that's open still?" She has another bite of bread and sip of wine bef
Jan  9 09:01:13 :: (GC) Trista rposed: before smiling to Gabriel contentedly. "Perhaps all this good-smelling food and being away from Starbucks will cure me of my coffee-addiction," she adds in jest.
Jan  9 09:13:34 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "I think I'll give them a one day...enough for me to find appropriate attire, if that is fine then. They can always make a green-apron work their way up. And...I think this is the most beautiful meal I've ever seen," she adds before laughing softly, taking up a fork and spinning it slowly in her fingers as if trying to decide what to try first. Her fork moves towards the beef tips, bringing a small bite to her lips before she chews thougtfully. Her enjoyment is obvious as she eats, trying one thing 
Jan  9 09:13:43 :: (GC) Trista rposed: and then the other, sipping wine between.
Jan  9 09:22:18 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Sounds good to me, i'll inform the others of their new co-worker and see to it that the paper work is ready for you when you get here" Gabriel smiled and continued to sip on his wine as he watched the woman eat, "We just opened not long ago, our main goal is to be as professional as possible, and provide a very high class service for the ...well off of the city" a smirk played across his lips, "So where you from?"
Jan  9 09:26:35 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Then I intend to help maintain that professional image. And I'm originally from Huntsville, Alabama and then moved to New Orleans for my first year of college and that is where I met Michelangelo." Trista sips her wine, finishing off the veal first. She doesn't necessarily eat slowly or quickly, but it's fairly obvious from her eating and food preferencs that her slender figure is more from either working out, a high metabolism or both.
Jan  9 09:33:57 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I've been there a time or two...been to New Orleans, several times" Gabriel would say with a chuckle as he lifted the bottle to pour himself another glass of wine, "I'll have to meet this Michelangelo fellow, I like to know all of my employees atleast slightly personally..maybe I could treat you both to another free dinner sometimes" 
Jan  9 09:40:51 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Savoring another sip of wine before her reply, Trista nods, "I'd like that, Mister Bennett. And I'm certain my husband would not pass up so high-quality a meal either. I'll keep an ear out for when he might be off work early." 
Jan  9 18:19:13 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A handsome waiter sits on the sidewalk, cold wind rushing against his body, his jacket pulled tightly around his form. A joint burns in one hand, while a beer bottle sits in the other. His back is pressed against the brick wall behind him, and one leg extends out, the other drawn in close, bent upward at the knee. He watches the people and the cars pass with a dazed look, the blue of his eyes dead and devoid of emotion. "I don't want it. I just need it." He raises the beer bottle and takes a lengthy
Jan  9 18:19:23 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He raises the beer bottle and takes a lengthy gulp, before his hand falls slack, the fingers opening, and the empty bottle rolls out onto the sidewalk. He smokes the joint, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke. "To breathe, to feel, to I'm alive."
Jan  9 20:37:04 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The warm southerly breeze stirs up pine needles in the park as several leaves from the many trees skitter across the ground. The scent of the park wafts through the air, a very fresh and naturey scent, reminiscent of fresh rain and cut grass. Sitting on the ground on a few rocks is a large man, body absolutely covered in scars, almost all very old, and a few new. His eyes are closed, sunglasses at his side, and he hums to himself quietly.
Jan  9 20:41:00 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Mich... Are you around?" calls out Trista as she walks through the park, still in her Starbucks uniform after having left Ambiance de Ciel. She'd gone to the apartment to find Mich wasn't there and went out in search of him.  Finding him on ground, she rolls her eyes, "Thanks for the note, love." Her voice suggest teasing.
Jan  9 20:44:51 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The body of Michelangelo didn't move as she spoke, and his breathing stayed at the same cadence, almost like he was in a trance. It was almost like he was dead, except that he was still very visibly breathing, his massive chest rising and falling.
Jan  9 20:46:09 :: (GC) Trista rposed: A little shaken by his trance and how deathly he appeared, Trista jogs over and gives his shoulder a playful shove, "Cut it out, okay? You freak me out sometimes, Mich." She laughs and reaches up to rub her neck.
Jan  9 20:48:09 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The slow breathing continued as Michelangelo continued to sit there, still as a statue and then he stopped breathing entirely. His body was completely stiff and still, almost like he had frozen on the spot. Then, with a surge of motion, his eyes snapped open and he leaped forward, snatching Trista in his arms and he lifted her off the ground with a smile, holding his wife in the air. "Hello love."
Jan  9 20:49:36 :: (GC) Trista rposed: The woman stiffens a moment, her deep blue eyes going wide with surprise before she reaches, attempting to give him a firm swat in the noggin, but far from being able to reach. "Blamed long-armed brute....I love you," she laughs, a genuine smile coming to her face as she's still held in the air like a little ragdoll.
Jan  9 20:54:11 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The massive man smiled and then set her down on the ground gently, and he laughs a bit. "Well, long arms do help me with things. I can reach high places and pick up my wife. Tickle her too." He starts to tickle her softly and smiles, using his reach quite well.
Jan  9 20:55:29 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Hey!!!!!!" she squeals and starts slapping at his hands. "Don't. Tickle. Me!" Her words are cut off from being tickled and losing her breath as she squirms, trying to back away from Mich as she pleads.
Jan  9 21:00:46 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "Alright, alright." Michelangelo stops tickling Trista and smiles down at her, brushing some of her hair out of her face. "Sorry love, I couldn't resist. You just look so tickleable." A soft laugh is given as he holds her gently in his arms. "I've missed you."
Jan  9 21:04:18 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Her arms wrap around Mich as she gives a contented sigh, waiting until she regains her breath. "I missed you too, Mich. Oh...I have some news. Though it means I'm changing my hairstyle," she says, leaving off purposely a bit uninformative, looking up to him from within his massive arms
Jan  9 21:06:51 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The eyebrows of the man raised a bit and he tilts his head to the side. "A change in hairstyle? I rather liked it how it was." A hand goes to run through her hair softly before caressing her cheek gently. "What, boss at Starbucks get mad because it was too long or something?" He chuckles sighs contentedly as welll
Jan  9 21:11:44 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "New job. I'm going to be a head waitress. Five dollar payraise and I start the day after tomorrow. Screw Starbucks," She laughs and waggles her eyebrows at Michelangelo. "Besides, the only thing I'm doing to my hair is wearing it more...professionally?"
Jan  9 21:15:02 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "Ah, very nice, very nice." He smiles softly and kisses the tip of her nose. "Well, you'll be making more money than me with my jewelery. I don't know if I like that." The last part of the sentence was said with mock sterness, and he laughs softly, picking her back up off the ground a bit and he walks over to a small stand of trees and sets her down in a small seat of vines, sitting next to her.
Jan  9 21:25:40 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Ohh...the poor big husband is afraid the wife bringing home fifteen an hour will bring home more bacon?" Trista teases as she settles back in to the soft seat of greenery contentedly. "Oh and my new boss would like to invite you to dinner when you have time. A free meal and it's a high end restaurant."
Jan  9 21:29:51 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "Hm. I think I can handle it. I'll have to clean up first. Wouldn't want to go in looking like a mess." He reaches up and adjusts the mop if brown hair that he has, which absolutely refuses to cooperate in any fashion, and stays a mess. "Bloody hair." He chuckles a moment and reaches over, ruffling her hair playfully. "That's what I say about the professional look."
Jan  9 21:39:06 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Of course, love," Trista says, smiling as he helps her get her hair back into place before she lies back as well, movign to rest her head on his shoulder. "I just love you so much. You're always busy or out and...you wouldn't believe it. That blasted numbskull Carl and his gang of loons are here. I think they followed us."
Jan  9 21:42:40 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "Oh joy. Just what does he want I wonder." He sighs a bit and keeps his arms wrapped around her. "They give you any trouble love?" His shimmering eyes peer at her intently, but he doesn't say anything else at the moment.
Jan  9 21:44:43 :: (GC) Trista rposed: Shaking her head a little, the yougn woman nestle's against her husband's side. "Just the usual. Insults and mockery. Putting up with all their idiocy makes me feel old at times because it makes them seem like such children." One hand reaches over his chest as she looks up to him.
Jan  9 21:46:12 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The massive man nods slowly and smiles as she nestles close to him. "Yeah, they can be that way." He smiles down at her as she places the hand to his chest. "Feel safe?" He chuckles a bit and his eyes twinkle playfully.
Jan  9 21:52:39 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The warm breath causes the man to shiver a moment but then he smiles and he nods slowly. "Being the wife of a werewolf isn't all it's cracked up to be, is it?" He smiles and nuzzles her, whispering in her ear softly. "I'm always careful love. I wouldn't want to leave you alone..."
Jan  9 21:56:21 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Never, Mich. Never," she whispers as she nestles closer. "And you know I don't mind...now that I understand what I am as well. Though I have to say our reason for leaving New Orleans was frustrating at best. When applying for a job, it's not exactly wise to put 'Husband had to follow a chimera's call' for reason for relocation, you know?"
Jan  9 21:59:57 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Michelangelo chuckles a bit and he smiles. "I'll be sure to relate to Chimera that you would have liked better circumstances. I'm sure she'll understand." He smiles and then cuddles her a bit, nibbling on her neck softly for a moment. "Well, at least we got away from all of the crap in New Orleans."
Jan  9 22:03:01 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Almost all of the crap," Trista corrects after having to muffle a soft moan in reaction to the nibbling before playfully slapping ~mich's chest for his actions. She adjusts her position, moving up so that she can see him face to face. After a moment of looking into his eyes with a pout she says, "Fiend!" Before kissing his lips.
Jan  9 22:08:33 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The smirk of Michelangelo faded as she kisses him, and he returns her kiss lovingly, managing to break the kiss a bit reluctantly after a moment. "Guilty as charged love." He tickles her sides softly a bit before placing soft kisses to her forehead and cheeks.
Jan  9 22:34:23 :: (GC) Endymion forced Ella to title @rHella @BElla@c, @rCrowd Quellah!
Jan  9 22:34:34 :: (GC) Endymion forced Ella to title -  @rHella @BElla@c, @rCrowd Quellah!
Jan  9 22:52:52 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Having left behind the glamour and glitz of the Santa Monica strip, the lone pale paparazzo strolls casually down away from the madness. Her ever-present camera is nothing but a bulge in her messenger bag while the cuffs of her grey cargo pants scrape along the ground against her red converse shoes. One her black wifebeater, it show a picture of a Chinese carry-out box with the words 'Where my dogs at?'
Jan  9 22:53:15 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The well-dressed business man finishes talking with the clerk, having just set up a suite for his musicians coming into town, he turns and heads to noe of the comfortable chairs, taking a seat witha  practiced sigh
Jan  9 22:54:59 :: (GC) Nora rposed: A young man with chin length black hair steps out from the suite and nods towards the clerk. His hands toucked into the pockets of the long trench coat that is wrapped around his body. A long should straped bag hangs from his side and looks to be filled with something heavy. He slowly makes his way towards the door, his eyes glued to the floor below.
Jan  9 22:59:23 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A long boy with long curly brown hair walks down street. A large backpack strapped to his back, the straps are torn and held together with a multitude of safety pins. Scurrying around the boys neck is a small black and white rat. The little rat stands on its hind legs affectionately nibbling on the young boys ear lobe. The boy lets out a little giggle as this happens.
Jan  9 23:00:50 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Walking down the street, the tall woman had her thumbs hooked in the pockets of her fitted black jeans. A half-finished cigarette was held between her lips and she didn't even bother to move her hands to ash it, just flicking her head to the side slightly from time to time. Crimson eyes scanned her surroundings from time to time looking for something, anything of interest.
Jan  9 23:03:55 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: STanding up, the man knocks over a vase, the fake glass hitting the floor, but somehow not shattering, but still making a loud noise.  He grunted, shakin ghis head
Jan  9 23:06:38 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man turns at the noise and watches for a second, however this pause reminds the clerk of the young man's presence. "Mr. Emerson, there is the small matter of your payment." The young man rolls his eyes slightly as he approaches the counter. The man speaks, his voice soft and gentle, almost femine, "We talked about this last night...."
Jan  9 23:11:05 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He places the vase back in it's place, and turns the cold blue eyes towards the counter.  He grins, and crosses his arms waiting to see what will happen
Jan  9 23:12:05 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Sitting on a bench is a man in a pair of black slacks, and a white, button-up shirt. As ever, a cigarette is dangling from his lips, and two more have been set on the edge of the bench, reachable, and in preparation to be smoked. He's going through this week's edition of the Los Angeles Inquisitor, scanning the articles and mumbling to himself.
Jan  9 23:14:32 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man keeps speaking. "The insurance will pay for everything once the investigation is over, untill then they have arranged with your boss for me to stay here." The clerk only smiles and response. "Im sorry sir, I have heard nothing of this, however company policy is that all rooms must be paid for up front. You are already past due. " The young man seemed to be getting frusturated at this as he tugged at his own hair.
Jan  9 23:15:52 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He brings his steps forward, the smooth leather shoes crawling along the tile towards the front desk.  He stands up behind the man, observing him carefulyy
Jan  9 23:16:31 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The small, slender woman with the black hair begins to whistle a tune, but the quality is rather poor so it's hard to discern whether she's trying to give homage to Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody or the 1812 Overture. On the surface she seems rather distracted, though her astute grey eyes seem to alight upon everything in the vicinity at least once. They linger for a moment upon the child, her brow furrowing as she wonders about something to herself. They then wander to the smoking woman, an eyebrow lift
Jan  9 23:16:42 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) an eyebrow lifting at the peculiar contacts, before settling on the surly fellow with the newspaper. Her lips then quirk into a lopsided smile and her path deviates in that direction.
Jan  9 23:19:23 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The woman with the braids spotted Adrien and shorted softly, though it was laced with amusement. Her cigarette was ashed once more in that peculiar gesture before she spotted the child and blinked. A brow strongly arched as she wondered what it was about children wandering the streets in this city. Noticing the woman moving towards the man, she'd chose to avoid him...not wanting to get in the way. Instead, she plucked the cigarette from her lips and flicked it off into the street before turning to a
Jan  9 23:20:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy stops for a second and kneels down. He pulls his backpack off and unzips it. "You must be hungry, thats why you are nibbling so much." The little rat seems excited to hear these words and starts to circle his neck. Reaching into the bag he pulls a small bag of rat food out and pours it into the palm of his hand. The small rat scampers down his arm and sits at the base of his palm, reaching down and picking up bits of the food to nibble on.
Jan  9 23:21:24 :: (GC) Nora rposed: "Listen lady! Get your boss down here and let me talk to him... You obviously have no clue whats going on." Hiking the shoulder strap on his bag up higher on his shoulder he bumps into the man behind him. Turning the young man looks at him for a minute before speaking. "Oh sorry about that." His voice quickly cooling.
Jan  9 23:22:50 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The woman with the braids spotted Adrien and shorted softly, though it was laced with amusement. Her cigarette was ashed once more in that peculiar gesture before she spotted the child and blinked. A brow strongly arched as she wondered what it was about children wandering the streets in this city. Noticing the woman moving towards the man, she'd chose to avoid him...not wanting to get in the way. Instead, she plucked the cigarette from her lips and flicked it off into the street before turning to 
Jan  9 23:22:50 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: (cont) approach the boy. "Hey, kid." she'd greet.
Jan  9 23:23:37 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Man with large teeth devours child on Santa Monica. Should be worth looking into..", Adrien murmurs to himself, his lowered tone a bit pessimistic. The cigarette is brought from his mouth, and against the newspaper where the article is, burning a hole there and labelling it, before he replaces it back and takes a hard puff on the thing.
Jan  9 23:27:24 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man gives a slight nod in reply. "Yeah..." A large heavy set man walks from the back room. He approaches the young man with chin length black hair. "Hello Mr. Emerson I heard we where having a problem?" The young man nods. "Yes, it seems your employees havent been informed about my arrangements." The heavy set man looks confused. "Ive not heard about any arrangements." The young man takes a step back, "Great just fucking great..."
Jan  9 23:30:55 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Why don't you give your company a call?  I'm sure they could clear this whole thing out, right?"  --he offers, looking to the heavy set man carefullky.
Jan  9 23:31:33 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Watching the kid tend to his little pet, the woman would shift her weight onto one hip and reach out to nudge his leg lightly with the toe of her boot. She wouldn't say anything further, she'd just wait for him to get sorted. Her expression was curious, however, both brows lifting slightly in obvious question.
Jan  9 23:34:21 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'm allergic to feminine face-marking devices, and since Mexican women learned to use pens and markers, writing devices are limited..", Adrien remarks in a casual tone, shifting the cigarette to one side of his mouth, and giving the newspaper a bit of a shake. Leaning in closer, he murmurs again, "..Two-Headed chi--Nah..", before peering at the woman from over the article, "..You stalking me?".
Jan  9 23:34:37 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looked up at the nudge. "Oh umm... Sorry, didn't mean to ignore you." His smiled, still balancing the little rat on his wrist. His pale green eyes looked into the womans crimson ones, before pouring the food back into the back and standing. He slipped the little rat into the hoodie pocket and slung his bag over his shoulder. He said nothing else however.
Jan  9 23:36:32 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man turned around. "Thats the problem... it got burned to the ground... the insurance company wants to blame it on me, and there is an investigation going on right now." The man lets out a sigh, he diggs into his pocket and pulls out a card. He hands it to the manager. "Here call that number, they will explane everything."
Jan  9 23:38:24 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Mmhmm..." Chuckling softly, she nodded and drummed her fingers against her hips lightly as she looked at the rat for a moment. "Should I even ask what the hell you're doin out here all on yer lonesome?" The words were gruff though not unkind. Despite her manner and rugged appearance, there was a softness in the woman's expression that conveyed concern.
Jan  9 23:40:41 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Look, put the man's bill on me.  I'll settle with him myself."  --he turns and looks to the boy with a set face-- 
Jan  9 23:40:47 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy reaches back to scratch his head, an oversized smile on his face. "I would prefer that you didn't?" He says a slight laugh behind his words as he knew they would get him no where. A small lump in his hoodie pocket could be seen, running in circles before balling up.
Jan  9 23:42:59 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..What the fuck is a Del Taco?", the Occultist asks, not seeming to care, but not seeming to have much else to ask, either. He removes the cigarette from his mouth, which is now just a butt, and flicks it out into the street. He peers up at Ella again for a moment, giving her a serious look, while his hand begins to search the edge of the bench for one of his other prepared cigarettes.
Jan  9 23:43:44 :: (GC) Nora rposed: The young man blinks slightly, unsure of this random act of kindness. "No, thank you though." He turns back to the manager. "Just call the number, I will be back later." He walks away from the counter all intention of leaving.
Jan  9 23:45:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Platform boots thud softly against the ground, well-polished leather creaking softly with each long stride taken by a willowy form. One lithe arm is wrapped loosely about a trim waist, long fingers entwining themselves within the lightweight fabric of a loose black shirt. The other arm remains bent at the elbow beside an androgynous torso, nimble fingertips dancing lightly over the pale skin of a pronounced collarbone. Cerulean eyes scan the various faces and forms still out at this time of night, e
Jan  9 23:46:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: time of night, each visibly studied with an analytical and appraising gaze. From time to time, the youthful form's head tilts slightly to the side, golden curls obscuring fine features for a moment before petal-pink lips are pursed together, a soft puff of breath flowing over them and blowing the strands away.
Jan  9 23:48:27 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) she asks, her voice a tad more serious than usual. She becomes distracted for a moment, the clip-clop of patent leather-shod feet drawing her attention. Her lingering smile vanishes for a moment, memory igniting a spark in her eyes as she warily eyes the newcomer.
Jan  9 23:48:39 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Eh." That seemed to be that on the matter. Turning on a heel, she'd let herself fall against a wall, thumbs still hooked into her pockets. "You got it, kid. Who's your friend there?" Her eyes scanned the streets, noting the strange person she had met twice before whose gender was _still_ a contested issue. A shake of her head was given at the quandry before lowering to settle on the boy with the now-hidden rat.
Jan  9 23:51:21 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy looks up at her and smiles. He reaches into his pocket with the utmost care and pulls out a still sleeping rat. "This is Houdini." The little black and white rat kicks and scratches slightly in its sleep. With a single finger he strokes the soft fur of the little creature.
Jan 10 00:03:29 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Greasy, huh? Why the fuck would you put that shit in you?", Adrien asks, punctuating his sentence with the lighting of a second cigarette, and a moment of that blissful look that seems to occur each and every time he burns a new one. Shifting it over to the side of his mouth, he continues to scan the newspaper, though he speaks to Ella, "..I'm always at this end of town. This is where the Triangle is. If I ain't workin, I'm here. And right now, I ain't workin', sugartits..".
Jan 10 00:10:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Obviously recognizing the faint looks of recognition, the youth's strides slow, quickly stopping a few feet away from the small gathering. Eyes scan each face with intense scrutiny, equal parts of recognition flaring within their pale depths. A slight, yet somewhat stiff nod is aimed towards the group, through the target of the gesture isn't made known. Rather, a brunette brow arches slightly in silent questioning before the angelic features once more are nothing but a detached and beautiful mask. T
Jan 10 00:10:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The hand about the trim waist does tighten its position, fingers releasing the fabric for a moment as they flex and arch.
Jan 10 00:12:11 :: (GC) Ella rposed: After blinking rapidly a few times, the dark-haired photographer recenters her attention on Adrien. "Why not? It tastes amazing and it costs very little. Plus, you'd be surprised at the celebs that try to slink through the line thinking that no one would think to look for them there. The look on their faces is priceless when they recognize me, which is honestly hardly ever," she chuckles with a vague roll of her shoulders. "It looks like you're working to me, paging through that paper and marking th
Jan 10 00:12:31 :: (GC) Ella rposed: (continued) things to look into."
Jan 10 00:13:25 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..This is pre-work. Big fucking difference. It's like having coffee before going to work..", Adrien explains, "
Jan 10 00:16:57 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy reached out, giving an awkward hand shake trying to hold the rat in his other hand. "Im Simon." The young boy looked around, sounded by people he didn't know he slipped the little rat back into his pocket. Taking hold once more of his bag he checks the various safety pins that hold the ripped straps together.
Jan 10 00:17:02 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..This is pre-work. Big fucking difference. It's like having coffee before going to work..", Adrien explains, "..Speaking of coffee..", he muses, reaching into the pocket of his jacket and pulling out a silver flask. The newspaper is rested in his lap as he removes the lid, and his cigarette, and has a nice long pull from the contents, ending with a satisfied 'Ahhhh', sound, and that face that is generally accompanied with whiskey imbibing. He recaps the flask, depositing it back from where it came
Jan 10 00:17:16 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..came, and takes up his former position of paper and cancer, "..I'm not a celebrity. Why the fuck are you stalking me?", he asks, pointedly.
Jan 10 00:25:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The wink is obviously caught, though the only reaction offered in return is a rather deadpan stare, punctuated by a long, slow blink. Gaze shifting in a casual manner, the occultist seated upon the ground is given the most obvious attention, as a look of disgust ghosts over the youthful form's features for a moment before vanishing into the night. "I'm sure this has already been addressed, but might you do me a small favor and use hand satirizer after touching the ground and before holding something
Jan 10 00:25:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...holding something that will touch your lips?" While the voice is soft and quite, there's the faintest hint of exasperation within the almost gentle words.
Jan 10 00:28:21 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "I mean, you're not freaking art critic but why would I hand my stuff to one of those idiots? They couldn't tell the difference between their ass and a hole in the--" her voice stops short as the voice of the androgynous individual finally makes its way to her brain. She clears her throat and offers the person a half-hearted smile, though her words are for the man seated on the bench. "But yeah I should be on my way. Can't waste the wee hours searching for food when there are drunk celebutards to ir
Jan 10 00:29:00 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: A soft snicker sounded at the youth's words to the other but she gave no real attention to that group as she stood next to the boy. "Nice to meet ya Simon." Sliding down into a crouch, she'd lean over slightly and murmur to him, "Seems as you look a bit familiar to me, eh? But I'm willing to ignore that...ya got ya reasons, I'd guess." Her voice would return to normal tones after that and she tipped her head slightly before upnodding to his pack. "What happened there though? Might look into gettin a
Jan 10 00:29:03 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "to irritate."
Jan 10 00:29:17 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: another."
Jan 10 00:30:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: With a noted look to Morgan, the man with the cigarette states, "..If the ground was that fuckin' dirty, I'd probably use the sanitizer on it..", before actually thinking of something else, and adding, "..And if I was that fuckin' worried about it, I wouldn't be smokin', now would I? Tar. Nicotine. Cyanide. God forbid some dirt get in there..". Adrien, seeming satisfied with his answer, looks back to Miss Priest, "..I haven't opened it yet. Still not done killing the deranged werewolves. One thing a
Jan 10 00:30:13 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ...a time, candypants. One thing at a time."
Jan 10 00:34:16 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy looked slightly shocked at her statement, however didn't respond to it. "Umm... It got ripped..." The boy seemed to be trying to come up with something. "I well out of a tree, and it got caught..." He smiled weakly with this response. One of the safety pins snapped and bits of metal where flung into the street. At the mention of werewolves the boys eyes got wide and he looked to the man on the bench. He replied but watched him.
Jan 10 00:41:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The faintest hint of amusement flashes through the willowy form's eyes as the occultist speaks, though the look is soon shaded by lowered eyelids, long eyelashes kissing the porcelain skin of rounded cheeks. "I believe that proves my point.", is commented in the same quite and unassuming way, voice holding neither smugness, nor any hit towards gender. The fingertips tracing the collarbone applies gentle pressure now, the slightest blush of red flaring against pale skin for mere moments before fading
Jan 10 00:42:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...before fading away. Head leaning to the side, eyes now fall upon the child, studying the smaller form with a critical, almost knowing, eye.
Jan 10 00:46:52 :: (GC) Endymion forced Siol to quit
Jan 10 00:46:58 :: (GC) Ella rposed: It must be a blue moon shining in the sky considering how no words or sounds fall from the photographer's lips as she risks a glance at the kid. Her pale brow furrows as she gnaws on her lower lip, her head bobbing up and down in reply to Adrien's statements. It seems as if it's a force of will to bring her focus back upon the two people nearest her. "Ah well, whenever you do, let me know," she murmurs, forcing a smile to her lips as she turns her gaze now towards the androgynous person. "I'll proba
Jan 10 00:47:10 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "I'll probably see you around, too, though on the other side of the velvet ropes."
Jan 10 00:49:50 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Smoothing her hands down along the line of her duster, the braided woman looked from the kid to Adrien and snorted softly. "Should buy you a new one... And yeah, you wanna hear ghost stories and Fangoria favorites...go talk to that rough git over there. He likes to talk about werewolves and the like... I met him at a crime scene." Despite this implicating herself as well, she glibely informed the boy next to herself what she knew about the rough prat on the bench.
Jan 10 00:52:30 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy smiled and shook his head. "No its fine, and Im attached to this bag..." he hikes it up slightly and starts to look around. "Im uhh... My..." He thinks for a moment. "Sister, yeah she is probably worried about me." He turns to walk away from the area. His eyes looking back towards the rough looking man.
Jan 10 00:52:37 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. I'll let you know. Providing that I survive, and all of that fun shit..", Adrien murmurs, blowing out another cloud of smoke and allowing it to obfuscate his head for a brief moment. He crumbles up the section of the newspaper that he's on, which doesn't have a burn mark, and tosses it out into the street without a care, "..That's right. Keep steppin', Shutterbug. I'm sure I'll get around to the second 'adventure', when I'm done with this one..". Setting the newspaper to the side, he pulls 
Jan 10 00:52:48 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ...pulls a Mark XIX Desert Eagle from a shoulder-holster, and begins to disassemble the thing right there on the bench.
Jan 10 00:57:13 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "I tell ya what, mate..." She'd get to her feet, slapping her hands against her legs to get the material of her jeans to settle properly. "Lemme walk with ya awhile to soothe m'own conscience about lettin' a kid wander LA alone...mkay?" Her pose didn't brook argument, but a tilt of her head never the less made it a question.
Jan 10 01:01:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Gaze transversing the group as members depart, the youth's piercing gaze studies each one with painstaking care, no emotions visible upon the angelic visage. Head righting itself again, a few stray curls once more obscure the youth's face, casting spidery shadows upon the fine features. Weight shifts easily from the balls of the feet to the heels as one leg extends partially from the willowy figure. The sole of one boot's toe is dragged lighting against the ground in one smooth movement, soon 
Jan 10 01:01:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...soon followed by one longer arc. Each movement made slowly becomes more intricate, until the toe is almost tracing invisible shapes upon the ground. Full, petal-pink lips remain pursed, forming neither a smile nor a frown.
Jan 10 01:05:26 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a curt nod towards Adrien, Ella turns around on her heel and begins to stroll down the street at the same pace she had entered it in. This time, though, she's already reaching for the camera in her messenger bag, pulling it out and eyeing her surroundings again. She passes by the woman who called herself Jang and the boy that said his name was Simon, offering both a polite smile.
Jan 10 01:09:41 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The boy says nothing but gives a slight nod as he heads down the street. His hands slip into his pockets as he walks, at a quickening pace. The little rat in his pocket wakes and scurries up his arm to perch on his neck.
Jan 10 01:10:43 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Upnods at the camera woman as she leaved before reaching down towards a pocket over her thigh. Looking to Simon, however, she frowns a moment and just raps her knuckles against the metal case in that pocket before replacing her hand at her hip and following along.
Jan 10 01:11:05 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Mm. 'Bout time people got the fuck off of my corner..", Adrien murmurs, going on with removing pieces from his gun, blowing on them, and setting them down on the bench, upon the newspaper. He doesn't seem conversational. In fact, if anything, he seems standoffish. 
Jan 10 01:15:46 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: On the second floor of Ye Olde Triangle, the only window that exists is broken from the inside, smashed by the impact of a thrown chair, which hits the ground and breaks into a few pieces, unlike the glass, which shatters into thousands of fragments. A woman, dressed all in tight black leather, and with hair to match the color, peeks out, searching for something, and then jumps from the second story, landing on the cement sidewalk outside with a bit of grace. She's got a massive, nasty looking barbed
Jan 10 01:16:02 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) barbed whip hanging from the side of her belt.
Jan 10 01:21:32 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: On the second floor of Ye Olde Triangle, the only window that exists is broken from the inside, smashed by the impact of a thrown chair, which hits the ground and breaks into a few pieces, unlike the glass, which shatters into thousands of fragments. A woman, dressed all in tight black leather, and with hair to match the color, peeks out, searching for something, and then jumps from the second story, landing on the cement sidewalk outside with a bit of grace. She's got a massive, nasty looking barbed
Jan 10 01:21:35 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) barbed whip hanging from the side of her belt.
Jan 10 01:22:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Foot still moving in what appears to be a subconscious manner, the youth offers a slight nod to the three forms departing in their two different directions, more attention paid to the child than the young women. "That rope is just a...", is commented towards the photographer in an offhanded manner, words cut short by the shattering of the glass and splintering of the chair. Head swiftly turning in the direction of the building, the youth's eyes narrow slightly, the entire willowy frame tensing visib
Jan 10 01:22:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...frame tensing visibly. Once more, weight is shifted, though this time it's back to the balls of the youth's feet. Lithe arms drop to slender, curved sides and fingers curl into wide palms to create fists, flesh turning even whiter from the effort.
Jan 10 01:24:50 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At the sound of the shattering window, Ella literally jumps and whirls around with a surprised squeak. Widened grey eyes take in the measure of the Catwoman-wannabe even as her feet stumble backwards more than a few steps in her instinctive plea to get the hell away from danger. Already her camera is being lifted to her face, though her unwillingness to make herself Catwoman's first target keeps her from actually taking a picture... yet.
Jan 10 01:26:25 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..My fucking house. Oh, you fucking bitch..", Adrien mutters, whipping his gun up and levelling it at the woman. In it's half-assembled state though, several more parts fall off and chink to the ground. With a flat look, he states, "..Oh, right..", and drops it to the ground. Pushing to his feet, cigarette still in his mouth, the white-collar Occultist pulls a small bar from his belt, shaking it at the ground and revealing a telescoping baton, "..You didn't even fuckin' knock, did you?".
Jan 10 01:27:03 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Turning on her heel, the tall woman glared up at the figure that appeared to have legs of steel. Her form tensed in a wary manner and she glanced around for signs of suspicious activity before looking to the boy at her side. "Fight or flight, son...pick quick." Her hands moved past her hips to slip behind her duster.
Jan 10 01:27:44 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Upon hearing the noise the young boy turns back to see the woman who leapt from the window. He pauses to watch and takes a breath. He mutters slightly under his breath. "Your a super hero now." Reaching back into his bag he grabs the plastic home of the little rat. He slips little Houdini into it and places the tube back into his bag. He makes no move however watching the womans actions.
Jan 10 01:41:36 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The weird woman in the leather suit points a finger at Adrien as he stands up, walking in his direction, "Oh, the little martyr. Quaint. You were supposed to be in bed..". She approaches him with quite a bit of speed, seeming intent on closing the distance.
Jan 10 01:43:58 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah? Doin' what? Sleeping?", Adrien growls, first up and onto the bench, and then pushing against the backrest of it, causing the thing to tilt back and to the ground, which he rides down to such. Telescoping baton extended, his three steps bring him against the woman, his arm wound back. Clenching his cigarette between his teeth, he swings the weapon at her head, as hard as he can.
Jan 10 01:48:11 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Clashing in the middle of the sidewalk, Adrien pulls back with his hand and moves to strike the woman in the head with the telescoped baton. She doesn't think this is as good of an idea as he does, though, and catches it with one hand, wrenching the thing from his grip and countering with a blow to his face with the handle of the weapon, seeing as she is holding the business end of it. Adrien's head jerks to the side from the impact, sending a splatter of blood against the wall of Ye Olde Triangle, a
Jan 10 01:48:26 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) along with a tooth.
Jan 10 01:52:20 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Drawing in a deep breath and making a faint whimpering sound in the back of her throat at the terrible idea cropping up in her brain, Ella sticks two fingers into her mouth and gives a high-pitched, piercing whistle. "Hey! She-bitch Selina Kyle! Over here! Over here!" she shouts as if she were trying to garner the attention from Britney Spears herself. She waits to see if the violent woman will acknowledge her, all while keeping her finger over the flash button on her camera.
Jan 10 01:53:52 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young boy takes off his backpack and hoodie, he sets them along the brick wall. He then unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the ground, kicking them as well towards the wall. Closing his eyes the boy takes a deep long breath. His young body bulges slightly as primal forces shift and change his body. The tight fitting blue tank top stretches to fit his quickly changing body. As his body grows it bursts from the clothing holding it. The boy changes form a form of a child into that of a prima
Jan 10 01:57:48 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Oh, for fuck sake!" Came the platinum blonde's sage-like words as her own gun was brought to the front from it's concealed holster behind the duster. Her right hand was still concealed behind the material though a light glint of reflecting light hinted that she had palmed two weapons before hand and was now ready with the both of them. Focused as she now was on the S&M freak assaulting the idiot...she didn't notice Simon. Instead, she would simply take aim. "Back the fuck up, bitch." Came the irrit
Jan 10 01:57:57 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: (cont) irritated closing statement.
Jan 10 01:58:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose Cerulean eyes study the exotic-looking form with a critical eye, studying the form with cold calculation. As she and the occultist charge each other with long, running strides, the youth continues to examine each move made with analytical precision, seeming to absorb the information through piercing gaze alone. The pale hands balls at androgynous sides relax now, nimble fingers clenching and reaching, as though kneading the air, seemingly almost in anticipation.
Jan 10 01:58:50 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...However, as the young boy begins to shift form, the youth's brow arches slightly, a sense of surprise showing within the gaze.
Jan 10 02:05:21 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Shaking his head out and focusing on the woman against, Adrien Cross takes just a brief pause after being assaulted with his own weapon, "..Double Fist-Fucking Christ. Steroids much, Schwarzenegger?", is growled, before he cocks back his arm like a champ, stepping forward and putting his weight into attempting a pile-driving punch to the woman's face, "..This is for my shirt!". His shirt is stained with the red of his own blood.
Jan 10 02:07:48 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "Oh Adrien. Don't be surprised when the mousetrap closes. Especially if you've been nibbling at the cheese." the woman laughs, her voice actually pretty, just as she would probably be when not in an enraged state. Lifting a hand, she tries to catch the man's punch, and strikes at his throat with her other hand, hoping to catch him in a grapple.
Jan 10 02:11:45 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Having seen it coming, the woman in the leather catsuit does manage to catch the punch of the Occultist, stopping his blow solid with her palm and closing her hand around it. Adrien doesn't have the time to look pissed off about this, before her other hand catches him by the front of his throat, squeezing hard and cutting off his breath. She doesn't however, notice his foot swing up, and by the time that she does, it's too late to stop it. His boot connects hard with her crotch. She doesn't flinch, b
Jan 10 02:12:10 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) but it does stagger her back a step or so.
Jan 10 02:18:38 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The creature drops down, resting its hands on the ground. The sound of cracking and stretching bone fills the air as he lets out a loud howl. Dull gray hair sprouts from his entire body. Long, razor sharp claws grow with his fingertips and dig into the ground under him. His facial features stretch from that of a humans into a wolf like creature. Once the changes is done this creature stands at a massive ten feet tall. The beast lets out another howl before charging towards the woman.
Jan 10 02:20:34 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The creature drops down, resting its hands on the ground. The sound of cracking and stretching bone fills the air as he lets out a loud howl. Dull gray hair sprouts from his entire body. Long, razor sharp claws grow with his fingertips and dig into the ground under him. His facial features stretch from that of a humans into a wolf like creature. Once the changes is done this creature stands at eight feet tall and weights around two hundred pounds of pure muscle. The beast lets out another howl befor
Jan 10 02:22:23 :: (GC) Simon rposed: <cont.> The beast lets out another howl before charging towards the woman.
Jan 10 02:24:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gaze now seeming torn between the ensuing fight between the occultist battle with his female attacker and the shape-shifting child, the willowy youth blinks a few times, eyes squinting with a mixture of seeming confusion and disbelief. "What the hell...", is whispered softly over full lips. Head shaking a few times, the gaze shifts once more towards the grappling pair, weight being shifted even more towards the balls of the feet, every muscle seeming to tense in preparation to move. However, the rov
Jan 10 02:24:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ... However, the roving nature of the youth's eyes doesn't indicate if this move would be towards the action, or away from it.
Jan 10 02:29:45 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The Occultist, stuck in the grip of the woman, jerks back on his head in an attempt to loose himself from her hell-spawned fingernails of black laquer and death. His mouth opens, but with little to no air, he manages a resounding, "..Hluga..", before launching a punch in the direction of her throat.
Jan 10 02:32:46 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Still laughing, and oblivious to the people around her who are not Adrien Cross, the woman tightens her grip on the man that she is holding. Massive muscles begin to ripple and burst from her thin frame, causing her grow in height by almost a foot, and sprout coarse hair. Not fur. Just hair. Her features distort, gaining a more Cro-Magnon look to them, and the sound of her laughing deepens.
Jan 10 02:48:21 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: All Hell breaks loose in the streets as Simon's shape twists and cracks, warping into the warform of one of Gaia's warrior-kin. People in the streets begin to pull at their hair and scream, running for their lives and doing whatever it takes to get away from the beast, though David does manage this a bit more tactically, after having called for backup. Meanwhile, Adrien Cross launches a punch at his captor, but due to her growth, his blow strikes her in the chest, as opposed to the throat where it ha
Jan 10 02:48:36 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) had been aimed. She drops the man, though, as a bullet from Catalina's smoking barrel rips into the flesh of the arm and out of the other side.
Jan 10 02:54:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The massive beast charges the woman, his oversized paw out stretched. The muzzle of the creature seems to keep stretching and twisting. The jaws expand and open wide, powerful muscles moving them. The clawed paw pulls upward as the beast reaches the changing woman, looking to strike her mid-section and send her flying.
Jan 10 02:57:00 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The woman in the now very, very tight catsuit, howls in pain as her arm is rent by the bullet from the gun of the woman. Revealing a set of wicked claws on her left hand, she shoves them at Adrien's stomach with with the rippling muscle of the undamaged arm, gnashing her teeth at him and growling in an animalistic fashion.
Jan 10 02:57:30 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "The one day I don't read my horoscope and -this- shit happens. That'll learn me," mutters the short, pale woman as she begins clicking away with her camera, sans flash. Her instincts still hold sway over her actions in at least a small regard, her feet backpedalling to carry her further away from the melee and any ensuing damage.
Jan 10 02:59:16 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Having been dropped to the ground, but landing on his feet, the Occultist throws all of himself against the woman that is now at least two foot taller than him. Or, at least, that is what he attempts to do. Windpipe no longer clenched, he wails out a battle-cry to go with his charge, "..Fuuuuuuuck youuuuuuu, Attila!".
Jan 10 03:00:01 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: One hand still behind her back, the woman with the gun froze a bit. Her brows knit together as she stared at the scene unfolding before her. "What the fuckin...fuck...what!" Came the ever so eloquent utterance as she simply watched with unmasked curiosity, unsure if she was in some kind of strange dream or what.
Jan 10 03:00:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Pale and elegant neck turning first to one side, then the other, the youth watches the pandemonium ensue, a look of similar fear and confusion washing over the angelic features, only to be soon replaced by the mask of blank neutrality. Blinking in rapid succession, the youth once more turns to look at the fighting parties, seeming both drawn and repelled by the sight. Lithe arms fly up from their place by slender sides, bending at the elbow so that hands can grasp at golden curls,
Jan 10 03:00:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...curls, fingers weaving through the blond ringlets and tugging harshly at them. Lips part as through to speak, but nothing but a heaved breath is expelled. Muscles clench and unclench, torn between fright and flight. Yet, at the same time, a knowing look remains within cerulean eyes, a sense of wisdom beyond the grasp of the other panicking individuals.
Jan 10 03:11:34 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: David is shaking too had, the barrel of his gun wavering back and forth, and he doesn't fire, perhaps hoping that his backup will arrive before it comes to that. Adrien, in a state of rage from the assault, throws his all into tackling the Super-Sized woman, but she catches him in the middle, shoving her claws right into his stomach, all of the way, and twisting. He cries out, blood splattering his white shirt and the black catsuit of the cavewoman-esque being. Just seconds past this, though, the gre
Jan 10 03:11:56 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) great and furred form of Simon smashes into Adrien's opponent, swiping at her with a massive, clawed hand. He can't stop, however, and the both of them go tumbling to the ground and rolling across the sidewalk, him growling and her hissing. The Occultist is left there with a gaping stomach-wound.
Jan 10 03:20:09 :: (GC) Simon rposed: As the strikes the force of the blow sends the beast forward, however he watches where the woman goes as well and quickly attempts to force himself above the woman, aiming his clawed paws at her shoulders. His massive snarling jaw launching for her neck, shinning teeth leading the way. The bracelet on his wrist hovers into the air, the large fang on it glowing and twisting . His muscles seem to bulge even more as this happens, his maw opening wider.
Jan 10 03:22:32 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Moving a few steps in a diagonal manner, the woman would leave her main hand free..the gun still poised. Her other released its hold on whatever weapon she'd had and reached out to grab onto the bloody male. "Let's get the fuck out of here, bro." The words were hissed and her eyes remained focused on the two freaks tuseling in the street.
Jan 10 03:24:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Deft hands and nimble fingers pause in their motion, raking through the youth's golden locks. Now, hand rest upon the willowy form's head as eyes study the downed form of the occultist, an eyebrow raising slightly in silent questioning. However, this slight signal of wonderment fades as quickly as it appeared, turning once more to an emotionless face. Hands begin to tug at the youth's hair again, though with less fervor now, the movements almost robotic. At the same time, a long stride is taken, soo
Jan 10 03:24:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: stride is taken, soon followed by another, it soon becoming obvious that the youthful form is now pacing in a circle.
Jan 10 03:32:31 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Shocked a bit and looking down at the wound in his stomach, Adrien Cross doesn't have much time, just enough to utter, "..Oh fucking fiddlestick Christ Karate..", before most of his clothing begins to split up the seams, bursting forth and revealing dark, rough patches of black fur. In less than six seconds, the man is replaced with the jet-black form of an ironically graceful looking war-formed werewolf. Snapping his massive jaws, and standing just at around ten feet in height, he attempts to grab 
Jan 10 03:32:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..grab both of the women who had planned to help move him out of harms way, and instead, drag them off.
Jan 10 03:34:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: In an effort to get her feet under the werewolf that's on top of her, the Glabro-woman in the catsuit rocks back, pushing her arms against the ground to keep a solid base as she tries to pull an action of shoving her attacker off and away.
Jan 10 03:41:02 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Simon attempts to pin the woman down, gnashing his teeth at her, and it looks like he might succeed, before she gets her feet between the pair of them. Grunting, the muscles in her legs expand even larger, cracking and growing as she shoves him up and into the air, causing him to land a few feet off, but on his feet. Adrien, clad in black fur now, grabs Catalina and tucks her beneath his arm with one hand, while jerking Ella off the ground by the wrist and tossing her onto his back. (She manages to h
Jan 10 03:41:15 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) (She manages to hold on). With the wound in his mid-section starting to knit together, he shoves his claws into the brick of Ye Olde Triangle, and begins to climb for his life, using two legs and one hand.
Jan 10 03:45:43 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A sound somewhere between a squawk and a scream emanates from Ella's mouth as she clings to the Adrien's fuzzy neck, startled witless for a few moments. "King Kong never ended well, King Kong never ended well," she repeats in a whisper as her heart thunders loudly in her chest, her wide eyes staring down at the other two werebeasts.
Jan 10 03:47:49 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Bloody fucking GAH!" The other woman maintained a firm grip on her gun and tried to turn around, a bit unsuccessfully, to see if she could fire down at the creepy bitch who had started this mobile nightmare.
Jan 10 03:51:21 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Ripping a trash can from the ground the beast throws it at the woman, hoping to pin her to the ground for a bit longer. The heavy wrought iron covered trash can flies towards her, however before he can even see if it struck the beast turns and lets out a howl, charging forward with great speed and renewed vigor. 
Jan 10 04:03:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Seconds before the trashcan smashes into the glabro-formed woman, she disappears from sight, slipping out of this version of reality, and into someplace else. The trashcan smashes into the wall, crumbling some of the bricks, but bouncing off. Three great strides bring Adrien, both women in tow, over the lip and onto the flat roof of Ye Olde Triangle, taking them all from sight of the street. He collapses there, the fur beginning to dissipate now that his wound had healed a bit. Simon makes a clean ge
Jan 10 04:03:39 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: (Cont.) clean getaway into a darkened alleyway.
Jan 10 11:29:07 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Endymion: You don't want Siol. The second his character gets into combat, and you're the ST doing it, he begins to bombard you with IM messages, or tells. He's also got a bit of a vindictive streak, and is more of an ST /for/ his characters, than for using his characters to help create RP.
Jan 10 12:03:10 :: (GC) Dizon forced Carl to quit
Jan 10 13:27:17 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to wizlist
Jan 10 13:42:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Walking down the street with quick and determined strides, a willowy form moves through the crowd in a purposeful straight line, nudging away all in the path. Cerulean eyes look around with obvious caution and suspicion, though they mostly study a piece of paper with intense concentration. However, all of this fades away when the angelic sounds reach the rather androgynous figure's ears. A hit of recognition plays upon the fine features of the youthful form
Jan 10 13:45:21 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...the youthful form's face, and more effort is made to part the crowd, occasionally pausing mid-stride just to bask in the heavenly sounds.
Jan 10 13:48:14 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: As the music flits through the area he smiles softly, offering a beautiful smile to the crowd about him and the occassional person opting to toss a dollar into guitar case. His soft eyes smile brightly as he spots Morgan amongst the crowd but does not offer her a sign of recognition beyond a bow of the head as he continues, seeming to be in his own world.
Jan 10 13:52:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Having made her way to the front of the ring of onlookers surrounding the musician, the youthful form returns the nod in turn, though nothing else is offered as ever-searching eyes close. A smile plays upon full, rose-pink lips, tugging the corners into the ghost of a grin. Arms, meanwhile, hang at the youth's sides, pale hands resting upon denim-clad thighs as slender fingers re   t5jd
Jan 10 13:55:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: as slender fingers arch and flex through the air, almost kneading it as the indescribably beautiful song continues.
Jan 10 14:12:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still holding a haunting smile upon her lips, the youthful form's eyes open once more, long dark lashes still casting faint shadows over the youth's now thoughtful gaze. "Hello Sir Seer.", is spoken softly, the silky and gentle tone holding a good measure of respect. "That was far past ethereal, even for you." Fingers ceasing their motion now and clasp together as lithe arms press closely against curving sides, elbows fitting snugly against the youth's trim waist. Head leaning slightly to the side, 
Jan 10 14:12:53 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...she asks, "How have you been?"
Jan 10 14:21:22 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Seeming to be choosing his words, he speaks softly and evenly, eyes still closed to the world about him. "As well as can be expected.." The crowd dissapating around them and becoming a moving mass again. His eyes slowly opening, "Given the circumstances.. The city is on edge.. everyone is expecting something big to happen soon."
Jan 10 14:33:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The piece of paper, forgotten in the moment, escapes from the youth's loose grasps and flutters to the ground. Noticing this, she unclasps her hands as her knees begin to bend, lowering her close enough to the ground to retrieve the item without actually touching the sidewalk. Arm outstretching, fingers soon pluck up the now crumpled item. Holding the paper as though it has turned to toxic waste, she shakes her head slightly, releasing a soft breath in something akin to a sigh.
Jan 10 14:33:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Taking advantage of her current position, the youth leans in closer to the seer, saying softly, "Do you wish to speak of these changes more in a place lacking so man eager ears?"
Jan 10 14:50:21 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Legs straightening once more, the priestess pushes herself back into a standing position with ease, offering the seer a nod of understanding. Her eyes now shift away from him and back into the crowd, gaze seeming to wade through the crush of people with an almost physical manner. "They are nothing but sheep, with no shepard to guide them through their simple little lives. They wander unenlightened through this world, their true masters unknown to them as each step brings them closer to their death."
Jan 10 14:50:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The words spill over her lips with a fervor, the power of her speech seeming to surround her being even after she lapses into silence once more.
Jan 10 15:06:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming to snap out of the slight trance that overcame her willowy form, the priestess turns her elegant neck to look at the seer, now passive expression holding a sense of sincerity. "More than I can count.", is the honest answer given. "Though, it doesn't make the words any less true. Perhaps, that is the power within it. I can pass them down, and they will still apply, even in these darker nights." Once more, the haunting smile plays upon her lips, though there's a darkness to it that was lacked 
Jan 10 15:07:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...that was lacked before. One arm remains hanging casually at her side, hand resting upon her denim-clad thigh as long fingers tap out a random beat. The other bends at the elbow, holding the now 'contaminated' paper high enough for her to once more commence reading it.
Jan 10 15:14:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I believe so...", is offered in reply, the words sounding vaguely distracted as she speaks them. Her eyes continue to scan the paper in silence for a few more moments before her gaze shifts once more to the seer. "It's from my Brother.", is explained quietly, the words spoken with a certain amount of reverence. "Though, he has a certain code that seems to belong to him alone." The fingers upon her thigh are moving more rapidly now, some beginning to trace circles against the denim.
Jan 10 15:28:31 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding slightly, mannerism still seeming distracted, the priestess's gaze travels between the seer and the paper. Clasped tightly by an upper corner between a thumb and forefinger, the item is held almost at arm's length from her willowy frame. While in actuality the white square is only lightly smeared and slightly bent or crumpled in one or two places, she treats it as though its disturbingly filthy. "Do you speak Latin?", is queried in her usual soft and gentle manner.
Jan 10 15:44:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: As the paper changes hands, a vaguely thoughtful look crosses the priestess' angelic countenance. "It's really a good thing to know. Some claim it's a dead language, but in actuality it lives on in so many others." Head leaning slightly to the side for a moment, she adds, "I rather like the flow myself." Though spoken gently, her words always seem to hold an authoritative sense that rings through them, the tone so often taken by the most patient of teachers. Arms both now at her slender sides, finge
Jan 10 15:44:21 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...fingers weave through each other so that her hands are clasped neatly before her.
Jan 10 16:03:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose "Old and unmoving...", the priestess shakes her head, curls brushing against her broad shoulders. "I'm not quite sure what that would be, though there are several possibilities." As she speaks, a step is taken in one direction, then another, before she turns on her heel and begins to pace once more in the opposite direction. These movements are repeated as she continues to listen to the seer's words. "I suppose he's found a new toy though. He does tend to choose rather interesting subjects tho
Jan 10 16:04:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...interesting subjects though." A slight nod seems to emphasize her approval as well. "Though, I don't believe any have ever been awakened into our world." At the word, 'our', she looks at the man in a poignant manner.
Jan 10 16:07:19 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A handsome waiter stumbles down the sidewalk, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His head is dipped, and bobs as though connected to a spring as he walks. His blue eyes flash up, glazed and dead-looking, to survey the people around him now and then, and to avoid collisions. "I am just a worthless liar... I am just an imbecile...." His body sways as he walks, before suddenly he sits on the moist concrete. pressing his back against the brick wall behind him and curling his legs to his ch
Jan 10 16:07:43 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Pressing his back against the brick wall behind him and curling his legs to his chest. His eyes close as his head lulls back against the brick, though his breaths are still deep, nostrils flaring as his chest rises. "I will only complicate you... Trust in me and fall as well..." Now and then he blindly brings the beer bottle to his lips, taking a long drink of the half-full brown bottle.
Jan 10 16:13:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Accepting the square of paper from the seer's grasp, the priestess offers him a polite nod in the process. Still only grasping the item between a thumb and forefinger, she glances at it for a moment before looking once more to the figure atop the guitar case. "My thanks to you. What tithe might I own you in return for your help?" As the words leave her lips, her cautious gaze turns more to suspicion as the waiter approaches, her pacing stopping as he slumps down nearby. Eyes study him critically, wi
Jan 10 16:14:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...Eyes study him critically, with an almost disgusted look.
Jan 10 16:19:43 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His features don't change, merely stay empty and spent-looking, before he turns away, shame faintly rising in his expression.
Jan 10 16:25:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Turning away from the waiter, the girl's attention once more turns to her companion. "I sense that nothing will be left untouched from this.", is replied to the musician, the girl reaching into the front pocket of her jeans with her free hand. The movement of her fingers is visible from within the tight-fitting denim, before they reappear clutching a twenty dollar bill. Lithe arm extending to the man she was speaking to, the bill is offered with a sense of great respect. "Might you be able to provid
Jan 10 16:26:16 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "...able to provide the same service in the future?", is asked as she, too seems to ignore the drunk.
Jan 10 16:35:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The loud sound of a trashcan lid is heard, before he emerges back onto the street, putting a hand against the wall to hold himself steady, while the other hand raises the cigarette to his lips. For the moment, he stares at the angelic woman, letting smoke drift from his mouth. "Black and white are all I see... In my infancy..." He looks away, blinking a few times as his eyes watch the cars pass by.
Jan 10 17:01:33 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Strangely, the girl's gaze slowly slides over to the waiter again, the movement seeming almost subconscious. Suddenly, she winces visibly in obvious pain, eyes shutting closed in an almost violent manner. The paper slides from her grasp and falls to the ground as her arms tense, bending at the elbows and quickly rising upwards so that deft fingers can grasp at her temples. The digits rub at them in a practiced motion, seeming to be familiar with this motion. "There's always a storm somewhere.", is w
Jan 10 17:01:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ... is whispered, the girl shaking her head slightly, as though trying to dismiss the feeling. One eye struggling to open, a  glance is given to the waiter. "Do I know you?", is asked in the same pained manner.
Jan 10 17:03:16 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter raises the cigarette to his lips again, narrowing his eyes at the androgynous figure. "Devon.." he mutters, flicking away his spent cigarette and stepping forward, nearly falling as his hands shoot out to grasp at the brick wall.
Jan 10 17:15:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: rpose "No.", is stated firmly to the man, the girl's eyes narrowing slightly in a suspicious manner. However, it's the only reply given to him, before another wince causes her eyes to shut once more. A gentle sigh is released, her fingers continuing to massage her temples with smooth, rhythmic motions. Eyes seeming to force themselves open once more, a curious look is given to the musician from out of the corner of her eye, one brow raising slightly for a moment before falling once more. Blinking, h
Jan 10 17:15:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Blinking, her gaze turns back to the waiter, studying him carefully with a sense of extreme caution, the paper still lying at her feet.
Jan 10 17:20:23 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: With that he continues onward, walking down the street, to wait.
Jan 10 17:30:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more, the questioning look is given to the musician, though this time it has a more detached feel to it, the simple glance holding a sense of something, or perhaps someone, else. A gentle breath is taken, before the words, "I'm not Devon.", are called out in the girl's usual silky tone, though there's a bite to it now. The silvery notes have gained an edge to them, obvious authority within them. There's some reluctance now, as though each word is pull from the girl by force, her soft mannerism 
Jan 10 17:31:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ... her soft mannerism quickly fading. "He's my brother.", is explained to the waiter, though it's tone is more harsh than informative.
Jan 10 17:44:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Blinking once at the waiter's form, the faintest signs of a nod are offered. Delicate jaw line visibly clenching, the girl's eyes remain narrowed, though their focus once more turn's to the musician. "I'm guessing this is what the letter was about.", is hissed out, as a dark glare of obvious irritation is aimed at the paper. The fingers against her thighs are now digging into the material and flesh, short nails scratching deeply against her leg.
Jan 10 17:59:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Leg raising almost daintily to take a step, the priestess' foot comes down hard on the letter, grinding the paper into the ground. Angelic face both passive and enraged at once, she looks down at the paper remains, then over to the seer. "I think its time for a...family meeting.", is hissed out in the same polite yet irritated tone. Eyes closing for a moment, a breath is inhaled through flaring nostrils and exhaled through barely parted lips. "Thank you again for your services.", is offered, along w
Jan 10 18:00:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: along with a nod of her head, before long strides carry the slender form stalking off into the night.
Jan 10 18:10:40 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He would look almost dead, if it weren't for the slow rise and fall of his chest. "Some say the end is near. Some say we'll see Armageddon soon...." A whisper crawls from his lips, his voice as dark as his face, and the empty beer bottle in his hand.
Jan 10 18:19:49 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: As the throb of the nightlife pulses along the street, many different faces and forms can be seen within the seething mass of humanity, sometimes making it seem as though all are one. Yet, a certain willowy form skirts the edges of the crowd, taking care not to be too jostled into any of the other souls out at this time of night. Cerulean eyes searching the crowd in an almost blase manner, its almost as if the youthful form is looking past them, at something beyond the here and now. Chunky boots thu
Jan 10 18:20:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Chunky boots thudding softly with each cautious stride taken, the leather gently creaks. Lithe arms are wrapped about the androgynous torso, the pale skin upon them bare for once, revealing the bodice usually hidden beneath the youth's loose shirt.
Jan 10 18:29:10 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He tries again, and manages to stand with the help of the wall. His blue eyes stare at Devon, and he attempts to stand of his own accord, but stumbles forward, placing both hands on the youth's shoulders to keep himself up, although he's careful not to pull the other down.
Jan 10 18:39:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A myriad of emotions swirl within the youth's brilliant eyes, one brow raising slightly, only to lower so that bow brows knit together for a mere moment. "Yes.", is the all-purpose reply finally offered, before the youthful form adds, "Are you now disgusted?". The words come out less insulted or hurt than one would expect, rather sounding more like simple wondering. Head tilting to the side, the youth study's the waiter's expression with an expectant look. Body keeping still to prevent the man from 
Jan 10 18:39:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: the man from falling once more the youth simply settles for blinking a few times to punctuate his words.
Jan 10 19:02:05 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Upon receiving the kiss, the youth pauses for a moment, body shifting slightly to accommodate the added weight of the man leaning on him. After a moment, though, the kiss is tentatively returned, a certain amount of both tenderness and caring within it. Eyelids lower slightly, shading his gaze, long lashes brushing against the waiter's skin in the process. Arms rise from the willowy form's sides, hands reaching up to gently hold and caress the man's face, fingers moving softly over the warmer, darke
Jan 10 19:02:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...the warmer, darker skin, caressing it gently.
Jan 10 19:09:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: and the beer-bottle evidence rolling into the gutter supports this testimony. A blush rises in his cheeks. "Are you disgusted now?" He asks, mirroring the youth's earlier question.
Jan 10 19:21:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more, the youth looks at the waiter with an 'I'm strange but not clueless' expression within cerulean eyes. "I've noticed.", is stated in the usual detached and monotone way, though there's a hint of teenage excitement within the words. One hand falls from the waiter's face, fingers gesturing to the youth's own lips. "You still don't disgust me though.", is offered, the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of the androgynous form's mouth. As the scraping sound of sneakers is head, a 
Jan 10 19:22:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: sneakers is heard, a pale and elegant neck turns, cerulean eyes peering at the student in a caution manner, no expression discernable upon the angelic visage.
Jan 10 19:33:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head turning away from the waiter slightly, the youthful form looks at the young woman dead-on, piercing gaze studying her form with an obviously critical eye. One brunette brow arching slightly, the willowy form asks her point-blank, "So how do you know Elijah?" Voice soft and quiet, the words flow out in a rather innocent manner. Peering back at the man the curiosity remains within the calculating look. Face still holding few tells as to thoughts, the slender form does tense visibly and palpably, 
Jan 10 19:33:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: visibly and palpably, broad shoulders becoming even more ridged and stoic than before.
Jan 10 19:45:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming to have given up at being any form of subtle, what with having a drunken waiter hanging on him, a soft sigh passes over the youth's lips, slender chest heaving slightly with the action. The hand still upon the man's cheek gently presses upon it, nudging it in the direction of the woman. Throat clearing softly, the youth simply states, "Do you know her?" As the words are said, the youth's free hand gestures to first the waiter, then the student in turn as an effort to make things clearer to t
Jan 10 19:45:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...clearer to the alcohol clouded mind.
Jan 10 20:08:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming bemused at the situation, the youthful figure continues to study the student eyes glancing at both her attire and books. "You looked like you were startled, that's all. Did something bother you?" Head now tilting to the other side, the quizzical expression within the youth's eyes continues to grow. Looking back up to the waiter, the slender form adds, "Is something...wrong?" There's still a vague sense of innocense within the soft voice. Leaning slightly into the other man, the youth now sim
Jan 10 20:08:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...the youth now simply watches the woman, waiting for a response.
Jan 10 20:14:07 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He reaches up with the hand that isn't currently around Devon, and rubs his face. "He fucking fired a shot into the air. It was crazy."
Jan 10 20:32:20 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Coming from the east, Donovan's shiny black shoes led him along the street, his face stern as he talks on the phone to whatever clinet decided they had tried to rip him off.
Jan 10 20:35:30 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The somewhat mischievous look leaves the youthful form's eyes as the man beside him begins to tell the story. "Gun? What gun?" Caution creeps into the brilliant gaze, as well as a hint of anger. Still the angelic countenance tells no tales of inner thoughts. "What's he talking about?", is asked of the student, suspicion seeming to radiate about the willowy figure, head once more leaning off-center. Just as these words are spoken, the businessman on his phone passes by, the piercing cerulean gaze fol
Jan 10 20:36:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...follows.
Jan 10 20:49:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Obviously still having some wits, the youth looks around, seeming to have spotted a familiar face, by the recognition flaring within the piercing gaze. "Call 911 NOW!", is yelled at the purple-haired girl, followed by a quick look around the area, studying each face involved. Both of the youth's pale hands work at the arm about the trim waist, whispering rather loudly, "Let go of me, I'll be fine." Boots scrape against the sidewalk as the willowy form makes an effort to charge straight ahead.
Jan 10 20:52:15 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Turning on his heel, the fierce icey eyes turn and immediately look around at the situation, instincts kicking and a fierce growl coming over his face.
Jan 10 21:10:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Stay down Elijah. Please.", is called back as the willowy youth continues the head-on charge, long fingers flexing and arching through the air with each stride taken. "You REALLY need to learn manners.", is hissed, the first signs of irritation finally showing within the normally meek voice. Eyes glancing to the right and left, there's keen attention paid once more to everyone in the area. However, the footfalls pause when the ethereal violin music begins to sound. Pausing mid-stride, the youth sha
Jan 10 21:10:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: the youth shakes HIS head, wispy curls framing the angelic face.
Jan 10 21:11:25 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The man dressed in the fifties clothes, turned and upon hearing the 911 shout, and seeing devon running towards him, he raised an eyebrow.  Then his eyes landed on the little son of a bitch that had been pushing him and getting on his nerves.  He snarled, but being in such a public street withheld himself.  UNTIL the boy spoke to him.  He calmly hung up and put his phone into his pocket eyeing the woman.  "I'm sorry, are you speaking to me?"
Jan 10 21:29:17 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I'm packing?  You little fuck."  The last words are spit out, a venomous tone seething into the street, the voice causing paint to peel and bricks to wither.  But he takes no steps, staring straight at the man with a vicious snarl. "I warned you, not to play games and not to step on  my toes and yet you persisted.  And now you are going to call the cops?  On ME!? You got a lot to learn you little shit."
Jan 10 21:35:06 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: tune where he left off.
Jan 10 21:36:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "STAY THE FUCK DOWN ELIJAH!", is about the first sentence the willowy form has said in anything over a loud whisper. Head tilting to the side, the youth approaches the larger figure of Donovan, eyes taking on a look of wisdom deeper than his years. "Age is very much relative thing...A thing so many tell lies over." Gaze looking down at his own slender body, he continues, "And guns, they're not really something you want to pull right now." Thin shoulder shrugging, the youth continues, "Trust me." The
Jan 10 21:36:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: ...These last words drip with venom turned to sound, brilliant eyes seeming to glow with the darkness that tugs upon the youth's full lips to create an eerie smile. "You're in the big leagues now."
Jan 10 21:38:03 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Having parked her bike a few minutes walk way, the platinum-haired woman strolled through the park at a leisurely pace. A cigarette dangled from her lips and her hands were crossed behind her back, hidden under her duster. A light frown drew her lips down and her brows were knit in indication of deep thought. Every few steps a random muttered word would slip past her lips as she worked something out for herself. Though not exactly paranoid, she would look up and around every few moments.
Jan 10 21:41:05 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: At the sound of Devon's words, Elijah's features become blank, and he stares at the back of his 'boyfriend' with a wide-eyed stare. "Uh... Don't get shot?" He offers in a low voice. "Please?"
Jan 10 21:42:00 :: (GC) Simon rposed: A sound of rustling bushes could be heard. On the side of the walkway, a black backpack could be seen being pulled though the bushes. The straps of the bag held together with a plethora of safety pins. On the other side of the bushes a small wolf covered in gray fur tugged and pulled on the bag, which was now stuck.
Jan 10 21:48:03 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The sound drew her attention and the woman's main arm tensed slightly before she craned her neck around to try and see what was making that noise. Spotting the familiar backpack, she took several steps forward to solve the mystery. The sight that greeted her cause her to blink those oddly crimson orbs. "The hell...?"
Jan 10 21:50:18 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The pale green eyes of the dull gray wolf looked up to her as it stopped in mid-pull. Then the animal began to tug wildly at the bag trying to break it from its hold. His paws dug into the ground with one final tug that, with an audible snap, pulled the backpack free.
Jan 10 21:52:47 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Either Simon's got a slightly too feral pet...or there was a mass zoo breakout the other night... What the hell man!" With that grumbled exclamation, the woman darted forward to try and grab onto the pack before the cub could get away with it.
Jan 10 21:55:53 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Slipping its muzzle into one of the straps the bag rested onto the cubs neck. He turned to run, however the womans hand clutched onto the bag. Running with all his might he began to dig slightly into the ground, however his feet carried him nowhere. Whimpering slightly the animal tried even harder to pull away.
Jan 10 21:56:58 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Guns? GUNS!?"  The man laughs hysterically looking down at the androgynous person, the face twisting with anger.  "You speak to me about the BIG leagues?  Let me tell you something boy, you have no idea what the real big leagues are.  And if you follow suit of your little fuck of a friend over there, and test my boundaries, you'll find yourself in as much shit as him.  Now, if the police ARE on their way.  Then maybe I can be civil about this and just say we forget the whole affiar, hmm?"  The man 
Jan 10 21:57:14 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The man offers a grin that seeped with vileness and treacheary.  Whether it was true or not, that was the hardest thing to tell.
Jan 10 21:58:43 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Exhaling a small cloud of smoke, she'd turn to the side slightly and tense her lips to ash her cigarette. "Well, aren't you unusual. Only seen maybe one or two cub what tried this hard..." Though her words were directed to the animal, there was a tone of deep introspection as she flipped through memories. "Calm down there, no one's gonna do anythin' bad to you... Well, I don't plan on it at least."
Jan 10 22:01:26 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Slipping from the straps of the bag the young cub began to run off into the woods but stopped, looking back to the woman with the bag. Slowly the cub began to walk back towards the woman, a slight nervousness about it. His pale green gaze on the bag.
Jan 10 22:03:30 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Dizon molests the puppy
Jan 10 22:10:01 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The animal drew closer, eyes staying on the bag. Once within range, its jaws opened and reached for the bag. Clamping down on it tugged at the bag, pulling as if to get it away from her.
Jan 10 22:12:04 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Mhm, unusual indeed! You keep pullin' at that and you'll break it all apart." Her hold on the bag didn't loosen, instead the woman simply stood up. Despite how adorable the scene was, her frown only deepened at the antics.
Jan 10 22:14:22 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The young cub refused to release the bag, tugging and pulling harder as she stood. The small cub was slightly lifted into the air she stood her full height, however the jaws only held on tighter. The sound of ripping material could begin to be heard.
Jan 10 22:17:15 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Warned ya, now didn't I?" Shaking her head, she would reach out with her free hand to bring her index and middle finger down sharply on the snout of the cub. "Behave now." The words were delivered kindly as though her intent were more to reprimand than injure in any way.
Jan 10 22:19:56 :: (GC) Simon rposed: Jumping back with locked jaws the bottom of the bag ripped spilling the contents onto the ground. Quickly searching the ground the wolf cub grabbed at the round plastic container that held the boys pet rat. Taking it into his mouth he ran, however stopped to look back about fifty yards away.
Jan 10 22:20:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Not even flinching at Donovan's words, the youth simply stares upwards with a serene look, face calm and almost cherub like. However, the teenage innocents is gone. The only thing left within cerulean eyes is a cruel, primal force. "I hope the cops rape you up your ass with their batons.", is stated in an almost cheery voice, the dark and twisted smile once more gracing the youth's lips. "I'm sure you'll enjoy it, seeing as how they might just find your head there." Shrugging almost idly, the youth 
Jan 10 22:20:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Shrugging almost idly, the youth continues, "Oh, and try and shoot him again..." With this, the youth gestures to Elijah, "I'll do it for them. Have a nice night." Nodding his head politely, the youth simply continues to stare upwards, lapsing into silence.
Jan 10 22:24:41 :: (GC) Dizon forced Zoey to quit
Jan 10 22:36:10 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The wolf pats its feet nervously, then sets the little ball down, nudging it near a free with his nose. Whimpering slightly the wolf watches the woman gather up the holdings of the bag.
Jan 10 22:38:18 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: With a smirk, the woman would slowly turn and head back the way she came. An almost exaggeratedly casual gait would take her back down the path while she began to whistle softly to herself.
Jan 10 22:41:45 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The wolf cub follows after the woman whimpering at her the entire time. Those pale green eyes looking towards the bag the entire time. An almost pleading look on the wolfs face as a long tongue drapes from his mouth, bobbing in the air.
Jan 10 22:41:58 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Donovan's beast roars inside not to be ignored.  Threatened directly like that.  Unallowable.  It claws at his neck and demands to be freed but the man composes himself and just smiles to the duo.  "Good then.  I'll considered this settle hopefully.  And remember boy.  Don't ignore my words and you'll be better off in the future,"  He gave a sharp and vicious grin before picking up his phone again and making a call,
Jan 10 22:42:43 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The sound of @Bp@Ro@Bl@Ri@Bc@Re@n sirens can be heard off in the distance, a wailing noise that only blends in perfectly normally with all of the other multitude of noises that seem to permeate the background of Los Angeles.
Jan 10 22:44:03 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Oh my!" The woman said suddenly as though the thought had just occurred to her. "What if that stray animal follows me home...but leave that poor little rat all alone by the tree...! Something bad could happen to poor Houdini..."
Jan 10 22:48:40 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The cub digs at the ground, while watching her. Whimpering, then lets out something between a bark and howl. Seemingly getting more excited the wolf cub admits more noises, bouncing slightly on its hind legs.
Jan 10 22:52:49 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "So help me...if that translates to 'Timmy fell down the well!'..." The comment was muttered to herself as the woman looked over her shoulder at the cub. "Speak up! I didn't quite catch that last bit."
Jan 10 22:54:37 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The small cub bounces a few more steps closer letting out more noises, barks and howls alike. Stamping his feet a few more times he goes closer to the woman, however stays behind the bushes.
Jan 10 22:57:00 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save.
Jan 10 22:57:03 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 10 23:00:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Almost seeming bored now, the youthful form arches a brow. "If you're calling your various friends, contacts, allies...I just don't think it's going to help you. If you're trying to tape me saying something incriminating, it's not going to help. And if you're trying to loll me into a false sense of security, it's not going to help. Normally, this is where I do things that I don't want to talk about. But, in this case, it's their job.", the youth gestures vaguely in the directions of the sirens, "And don't start telling me what you've done and what you know. I've seen humanity break and crumble, I've seen souls created anew.
Jan 10 23:01:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "... I've seen creation itself. You're not old. You're just a child wearing his daddy's suit." Shaking his head almost sadly now, the youth shrugs once more in a very teenage manner, then walks calmly over to the fallen form of Elijah. Leaning down, the youth kisses the man gently, whispering something in his ear before standing once more, facing the larger form with a steely gaze.
Jan 10 23:02:21 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Nope, throwing a tantrum won't get you anywhere I'm afraid." With that, her free hand would lower to pluck a silver cigarette case in the shape of a coffin from her pocket. "Now you start spoutin proper words or you shoo and tell your owner to come look me up, aye?" With that, the case was flicked open and a cigarette was removed before the case snapped closed once more.
Jan 10 23:05:17 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The wolf cub growled and stamped its feet on the ground. "I said give me back my bag." The voice of a young boy is what came from the wolf cubs mouth. The wolf didn't move as it pulled its tongue back into its mouth.
Jan 10 23:06:54 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Those same police sirens begin to grow closer now. Just blocks off, it would seem, really.
Jan 10 23:09:20 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He ignores the girl for a few moments, the phone call leading to a dead end, and he places the phone calmly back into his shirt before speaking.  "Little bitch, let me tell you something about Humanity.  Humanity, is an very fickle and temporal thing.  It floats and flies away as it wishes.  But one thing is sure....it always leaves.  And if you want to keep your precious little humanity, I advise you learn to clip your tongue around those you know nothing of, lest you find someone has clipped it out for you as you slept.  This is done now, as I said.  If you continue, you game will end quickly."  His voice was now cool, alm and collected, very at east.
Jan 10 23:09:51 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Walking down this part of the sidewalk can be seen a rather lithe and striking looking man, with a mass of mahogany curls resting on top of his head, rebellious and hardly tamed, from the looks. Dressed in a black tee-shirt and a pair of blue jeans, along with a pair of snakeskin boots, he has the look of one who's been out enjoying the nightlife of Santa Monica. He stops next to a parked motorcycle, a Harley Davidson, and runs a thumb over a scratch on the gas tank, frowning.
Jan 10 23:12:22 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The wolf cub growled and followed on the other side of the bushes, his feet moving him much faster than the womans pace. Jumping onto the abandoned path in front of her, he growled baring his teeth.
Jan 10 23:15:53 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "I'm gonna pretend that I didn't just hallucinate you talkin to me. And I'm even gonna pretend that you're not bloody growlin at me like you want a knife in your hide." That free hand went to her hip and just a bit past it as she spoke. "Then...I'm gonna walk out of here, go to a pub..get tanked...and pretend I aint goin in-friggin-sane..."
Jan 10 23:18:47 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Pressing his thumb to his tongue, the Englishman offers a deft attempt at rubbing out the scratch on his gas-tank, before realizing how useless such a thing is. A disgusted look on his otherwise beautiful and flawless face would show surrender. Another cursory scan of the area would show him Johnny's presence, that being the only one he'd recognize, and so meandering over he drapes an arm around the man, looking out across the scene, "..What's going on, chap?".
Jan 10 23:19:04 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The wolf cub starts to bark at the backpack, hunching down onto the ground. Once down the wolf lays down, still launching waves of barks at her.
Jan 10 23:19:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Spotting the new face in the scene, there
Jan 10 23:25:18 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The woman was firmly ignoring the animal, her hand still holding onto whatever it was behind her back. Stepping around the animal, mindful of giving it a wide berth, she would move off down the path once more.
Jan 10 23:27:39 :: (GC) Simon rposed: The wolf cub did not follow, just barking in the general direction of the woman. After a while he grew tired and went back though the bushes, heading for the plastic ball he left under the tree.
Jan 10 23:28:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming more than ready to get into another verbal sparring match with Donovan, the youth pauses upon spotting the new face on the scene. Brilliant eyes close in seeming exasperation, though the emotion doesn't show upon the angelic countenance. Rather, a gentle breath is drawn through flared nostrils, then released through barely parted lips. Eyes opening now, a dark glint becomes visible. "Why did you threaten those people with that gun? And why do you keep saying that you're so old? I mean, you only look ten years older than me, tops.
Jan 10 23:28:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "...And what is it with this 'inner beast'? Is that some type of euphemism, because you keep staring at me strangely whenever you see me? I didn't notice at first until others told me about it. I think most of the club scene thinks you're a pedophile or something..." Voice trailing off in a very teenage-like manner, a look of sincere agreement is thrown to the musician and his girlfriend.
Jan 10 23:29:14 :: (GC) Dizon forced Donovan to title Strohm - Pedo of CoA and Proud
Jan 10 23:31:11 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Not looking back, the woman would head for her bike. Assuming nothing prevented such, she would quite quickly remove herself from the park with the weird talking animals... "NEVER fuckin' smokin' a cig from a pack I find randomly lyin around..the fuck is wrong with me...." Her parting words of sage-like wisdom.
Jan 10 23:34:19 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Pleasure to meet you, Althea, dear..", the Englishman admits, his voice as enchanting as ever. Using the hand of the arm that is draped over Johnny, he ruffles the violet hair of the woman, before sliding off and in the direction of where Donovan and Morgan are at a stand-off. He doesn't begin to remove his fingerless gloves of black leather, so much as he begins to put them on, looking between the pair, "..Problem here?".
Jan 10 23:36:04 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Finally, just minutes after the call, a black and white pulls up to the sidewalk, across the street from where the people are loitered together. One of them begins to jot something down in a notepad, glancing to the scene, while the other seems to dig through the glove compartment for something. Neither get out of the patrol car yet.
Jan 10 23:39:28 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "A pedophile?  No, my tastes are a bit too refined for those sorts of activities.  I'll leave it to your boyfriend over there to stalk those streets.  But it appears we have company now."  His eyes turn to look at the well know member of the camarilla and he gives the man a cordial nod.  "No, nothing at all.  Just a misunderstanding.  That young man and I had a disagreement and she seemed to be upset about it.  But we've settled things now, no?"  HE says looking to the boy.
Jan 10 23:54:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Shaking his head towards the man he was arguing with, the youth replies, "No. Things are NOT fine. You were waving a gun and threatening people; last I checked, that's illegal. My boyfriend was scared for his life, as was that poor college student. You deserve to be arrested." Shaking his head in disgust, the willowy form looks up at the mahogany-haired gentleman, making eye contact as he speaks. "You have no reason to trust me, but I don't lie. I swear my words on my birthright, Obertus. It's the most treasured thing I have." Head bowing politely at the man, the youth chances one more glance to Donovan out of the corner of his eye. "He's the reason the police were called tonight."
Jan 11 00:02:13 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You're right. I don't have a reason to trust you. I do have advice, though. You're standing in the middle of a city that is swarming with those who have bested your cause not once, but twice. Mine as well. You should have better things to do than cause trouble with the lesser of two evils..", the Englishman admits, offering this to Morgan, but making a pointed note at emphasizing such a thing at Donovan as well. To the bald man, he speaks, "..You should return to a safe haven. I will handle things here before it can get out of control.". This suggestion sounds less like a suggestion at all. That said and done, he begins to head over to where the cop car is parked.
Jan 11 00:05:23 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Waving a gun?  Threatening people?  No.  AS I walked down the street his evening, I hear someone shout about 911 and then this girl comes running over to me shouting and upset to all ends of the earth.  Yes, I have guns.  But I also have permits to have them.  And it took alot of time to get one in california.  You and your toy there need to learn some manners.  There are worse people out there than me."
Jan 11 00:15:11 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The quiet rumble of the police engine slows and resumes an idling sputtering, this vehicle obviously having seen better days. As Gareth approaches the car, one of the officers opens the door to the vehicle and steps out, meeting Gareth. "What seems to be the problem here? We received a domestic disturbance call here on this street." The cop's voice is droning and monotonous, the man obviously either bored or just repeating a very typical phrase.
Jan 11 00:22:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I'm fighting for a somewhat different cause, sir.", is stated simply. "And this is a problem that wandered into me by accident. My nightly goal wasn't to call the police over a domestic dispute." A single brow raising slightly, the willowy form continues, "Honestly, I don't like these types problems and try to stand clear of them." Lips pursing together, there's a thoughtful sense about the slender youth, another breath drawn. "I'd rather die truthful than live a lie."
Jan 11 00:23:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, there was a bit of a spat, from what I witnessed. Verbal altercation, but nothing more. It's over now. I assure you that /there is no need to remain here/.", the Englishman states, adding a bit of extra force to the last portion of his sentence. He doesn't even glance back over his shoulder at the person that is speaking, but keeps his attention on the fuzz before him.
Jan 11 00:27:46 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The police officer looks at the Englishman and he nods along with him. "Alright, thank you for clearing that up. We'll be on our way. Good day." The officer turns and gets back into the car and says a few words to his partner, who merely shrugs, and the sputtering engine roars to life once more, and the vehicle drives off into the night.
Jan 11 00:30:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A nod is given to the seer by the willowy figure. Saying nothing more on the subject, the youth's hands wrap about his androgynous torso, fingers tapping idly upon his own pale skin. Eyes study each movement made with a critical gaze, obvious care being taken. Head straightening fully, his broad shoulders stiffen slightly, body obviously tensed. 
Jan 11 00:33:27 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 11 00:36:56 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: With the law-enforcement situation taken care of, the Englishman turns around and runs a hand through his mass of never-tame curls, while rolling his emerald sights, "..Everyone in this town is incompetent..". Pushing past Morgan, and patting Johnny on the shoulder, he states, "..Keep on keepin' on..", before moving over to where he had left his bike at.
Jan 11 00:48:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming both annoyed and uncaring upon being ignored, the youth's gaze scans the crowd idly, demeanor calm and even. The arms about his torso loosen their grip, though, fingers drumming against slender and curved sides. A hint of knowing and wisdom glints within cerulean eyes, though as the youth casually peers at the man and his bike. Still, nothing is said, nor is there any tell now of thoughts or emotions. However, he does nod his head in a polite fashion to the man, one hand moving  away and upwards to offer the Englishman a simple wave. There's no pretense within these motions, only a sense of respect.
Jan 11 00:57:53 :: (GC) Siol forced Simon to save
Jan 11 01:01:28 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Catching the nod from Morgan, the Englishman does the same in return, after throwing a leg over his bike and straddling the machine. He sits there for a moment, perhaps thinking something over, before looking back to Morgan. Several seconds of staring are done, and with them over, he starts the vehicle and hits the gas, taking him off and down Santa Monica.
Jan 11 01:04:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Walking into the crowd, the youthful figure allows himself to be swallowed by the writhing mass of humanity, seeming to be swallowed by the night.
Jan 11 10:33:27 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: you mean like this
Jan 11 10:59:51 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 11 14:18:27 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 11 14:21:36 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Through the constant beeping of various machines and the achingly bright flourescent lights comes an increasingly familiar figure: Ella with her messenger bag. Today she's actually wearing something somewhat respectable, or at least something that won't get her looked at twice in a hospital. Her dress slacks are pinstriped black and white, a perfect match to the fitted button-up shirt and the black bodice she wears over it. Still, she scoffs at the idea of heels and instead wears a pair of black ballerina flats, nearly as silent as her Chuck Taylor's. She peers into each room as she passes, though once she finds the room she's looking for she doesn't go in any further than the doorway. She leans her shoulder against the doorjamb, her head canted to one side as she peers curiously at the figure in the bed.
Jan 11 14:29:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien is resting there on the bed, in his awesome blue gown. He appears to be smoking, but in a very cautious manner. Every time he exhales, he's quick to wave his hand around and disperse the smoke as much as he can, before it can drift to the ceiling. A small fan on the table next to him, is blowing over him and pushing air out of the opened window. The television in the room is turned to 'Los Angeles Inside', a tabloid that became famous enough to get it's own television show. Something about a four-armed man is on.
Jan 11 14:44:16 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: When Adrien notices Ella, he takes the cigarette and snuffs it out quickly, tossing the thing out the window and coughing. His hand flutters around in the air, waving at the trace of smoke, "..Uh..I feel a bit better. They got all the fuckin' plumbing working like it should..", he admits, before grumbling, "..Most of it..". Taking his pack of cigarettes, he pushes them beneath his pillow, "..You sure can find a fuckin' haystack. How'd you know I was here?".
Jan 11 14:48:20 :: (GC) Ella rposed: One black, angular eyebrow arches as she can't help but to chuckle. "Well," she begins at length as she rolls her shoulders in a vague shrug, "Considering I brought you here with the help of another woman, I'd say it was a pretty decent chance I'd remember where I brought you to." She frowns just a bit as she lets her gaze fall to his midsection, her lips pursing together. As she lowers her voice, she checks to make sure no one has snuck in without her noticing, "Why are you still here?" she asks in a whisper.
Jan 11 14:51:49 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Well, that would fuckin' explain it..", Adrien admits, sitting up a bit in the bed and wincing, "..I didn't know. I was a bit out of it..". He reaches over and twists a small, white knob on the fan, clicking it off and cutting out the circulation of the air. A hand pushes the small mute button on the remote control, silencing the talk of Los Angeles Inside, "..I'm still here because I have a big fuckin' hole in my stomach. I'm leavin' tonight, though. Patched up and all. Can't be sittin' around in this shit hole while there's stuff to take care of out there..".
Jan 11 15:05:11 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..And that bitch had one hell of a hand on her. Let me tell you..", Adrien admits, lifting up the lid on the tray that is next to his table. He peers at the Hospital food for a moment, before shuddering, "..Oh God. I want a hotdog right now. With chili and cheese and onions and peppers and ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise, relish, jalapenos, garlic, more cheese and a splash of chipotle sauce..", he fantasizes, sitting up a bit more and peering down at the hotdog vendor that's on the corner of the streets, "..sans the roaches, of course. And a tall frosty mug of pepto bismol. Fuckin' delicious..".
Jan 11 15:14:33 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Fuck Maalox. It's not pink enough for me..", Adrien states, pulling the tray of food into his lap. The lid if lifted again, and he picks up the piece of chicken, dangling it for a moment and prodding it, before pulling off a strip and putting it into his mouth. It just takes two seconds of chewing before he's making 'that face', "..Oh, fuck this..", he notes, tossing the tray onto the floor, "..I'm getting a fucking chili dog. Right fucking now..", the man declares, sitting up with a wince and pulling the sensor off of his arm. It only flatlines for a second or so, before he pushes the sticky thing onto Ella's arm, "..Hold that for me..".
Jan 11 15:25:32 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You're right. Oh well..", Adrien states, hobbling over to the wooden door with the glass slat and closing it. He takes a chair, and shoves the back under the handle, creating a more formidable barrier, "..I can't be licking my wounds here, candypants. I'm a sitting duck.". He grabs his pants, which were neatly folded and off to the side, and slides into them, "..Besides. Doctors are useless. And overpaid. Fucking way overpaid..".
Jan 11 15:31:06 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The machine still beeps loudly with a quick pulse since it's still hooked up to the slender paparazzo as the woman in question marches over to Adrien and slaps it back on his arm, though not as gently as one would suppose. She puts one fist on her hip as she peers up at him, her lower jaw jutting out stubbornly. "But you can fix that, easily. You don't have to be here at all. You're right. The longer you dilly-dally here, the easier it will be for -them- to find you and hurt who knows how many other people on the way to this room," she hisses in a whisper, poking a finger at his chest to punctuate the end of each sentence.
Jan 11 15:36:05 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Cut it the fuck out with the poking. What are you, my mother?", Adrien asks, glaring at the woman, "..You're so fucking confusing. First you want to know why I'm here, and now you're giving me more reason to leave. Are you on drugs?", he asks, pulling off his gown to reveal the bandaged form of his entire mid-section, before slipping his arms into his white shirt, "..And if you are, would you care to fuckin' share?". Jerking the little heart-sensor from his arm, Adrien walks over to the window, searching around it and looking at the screen, "..Mother fucker. Alarms. What is this, a prison?".
Jan 11 15:44:29 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I tried earlier. Fucking people won't let me just up and go. Stomach wound and all. Afraid of a lawsuit? Who can tell. Fucking fuck-heads..", the man regales, fastening a few more buttons upon his shirt while he turns from the window and begins to look for something, his dark eyes roaming around the room, "..And yeah. People here aren't going to get hurt if I'm not here. That's the point I was making. That, and a chili dog. Admirable goals, both of them..".
Jan 11 15:55:30 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Too easy. Easy stuff never works. Trust me, I'm thirty-nine..", Adrien manages, kicking the tray on the floor a bit and stooping to pick up the butter knife that had been intended for his food, "..And you've got a car? That's fuckin' great. Take that chair down and meet me down there. I'll be down in like, four seconds. Or two. Generally in one piece..", and with that, he walks over to the window, and with a bit of force, slashes a giant X shape into the screen of the hospital, end to end.
Jan 11 16:00:44 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Careful with the tray," Ella warns gently as she quickly scoops up her messenger bag. She slaps her palm to her forehead while muttering under her breath, "Always the hard way with them. Always. Shoulda listened to my pappy." She walks to the door and unwedges the chair from under the handle, halfway turning before she opens the door. She salutes Adrien, "Good luck, private!" before slipping out the door and into the hallway.
Jan 11 16:04:57 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "You gotta do what works, sugartits. You gotta do what works..", Adrien admits, pushing on the slashings of the screen a bit and sliding a leg through, and then another, until he's sitting on the ledge of the window. With a quick crossing of his chest, he utters, "..Oh Lord in Heaven. Master up above. The One. Shepherd of the lost sheep. I know you hate me. But I need a fuckin' break..". And with that, he pushes off, sailing from the Hospital and onto the overhang that's outside. A loud *thud* can be heard, and the metallic pop of sheet metal.
Jan 11 16:09:17 :: (GC) Ella rposed: On her way to her car, a beat-up old Escort, Ella suddenly turns and stares at the building, She holds up a hand to shield her eyes from the parkinglot lights, squinting as she tries to make out the roof. "Ohmyfuckinggod," she blurts out. "That crazy bastard.. doesn't he know he doesn't have wings?" With that she jogs to her car and jumps in, pulling away with quite a bit of speed to idle at the side of the building where she last saw Adrien flailing.
Jan 11 16:13:21 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Shambling from the overhang, Adrien hits the ground running, or at least, what would pass for running to a man that still has a bit of a gaping wound, despite the bandaging and general medical treatment. He curses with every single step, displaying the broad horizon of his vocabulary with everything from Shit to Piss to Cock to Fuck. Reaching Ella's car, he swears the oath, "..Oh my Holy Health Hazard. Let's get the fuck out of here, garcon..".
Jan 11 17:46:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A handsome waiter idles on the sidewalk, standing to his full height, (which stops before six feet), and smoking a cigarette with less than steady hands. The smoke curls about his face, before drifting off and dispersing into the night. His voice is low, dark, and cold in tone, his face tipped downward and darkened with shadows. "And the last shall be, first to the curb with the mad cow meat. Face in the bars of a regular cell, when he woke up high in collectible Hell..." His voice transforms into mutterings, and he shoves his hands into his pockets to warm them, the cigarette glowing and illuminating his face.
Jan 11 17:55:25 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Striding along through the night with purposeful steps, a waif of a youth weaves through the few other souls out at this time of night, piercing cerulean gaze studying each that he passes. Seeming to be heading north towards Club Hades, long steps slow suddenly, before stopping fully as his sight seems to zero in on one figure in particular. Head tilting to the side slightly in a focused and questioning manner, a few short steps carry the youthful form towards the chosen subject. One lithe are unwraps from about the slender torso, extending outwards, reaching through the air as though seeking out the other man through space and time itself.
Jan 11 17:59:55 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's face turns upward, the shadows dispelled by the white of an overhead streetlight. His blue eyes take in the approaching form of Devon, while one of his hands slide out of its pocket. The hand rises slowly, fingers hanging crooked in the air, to brush against the other man's hand. His expression remains cold and dispassionate, and with a hollow voice he says "I'm not on anything. I swear. I promise."
Jan 11 18:07:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Blinking in a somewhat confused manner, the youth's head tilts to the other side now, studying the waiter with a critical eye. Yet, there's a more personal look within this gaze, less detached and analytical than the looks usually displayed. "We can change that.", is offered in a candid tone, eyes once more gazing in the direction of the club, then back to his companion. Taking another step forward, his long fingers curl about the other man's hand, caressing it gently in the process. "...If you want.", is added as an afterthought, as though the idea of the waiter not being intoxicated never crossed his mind.
Jan 11 18:19:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Returning the kiss with a gentle tenderness, Devon applies light pressure back. There's no teenage innocents within the action, though neither is it a practiced motion. Free arm raising up slowly, his hand rest gently upon the other man's neck, the cool skin of nimble fingers gently caressing the skin with a delicate touch. Eyes still opened somewhat, his eyelids shadow brilliant irises, hiding any emotion within them to anyone but the man he's now kissing.
Jan 11 18:30:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding once, the motion rather vague in its meaning, the youth gently replies, "I want you to do what you enjoy, what makes you happy. If being drunk makes you happy, then drink. If sobriety is what you prefer, don't." Hand moving upwards upon his companion's neck, a thumb lightly caresses the other man's cheek, seeming to enjoy the sensation of the gentle blush. "I just want you to be YOU. Not what you think I want, or what the world the world wants. Just live and be happy." Gaze meeting Elijah's, the youth stares into the other's eyes with great intensity. "Live."
Jan 11 18:48:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Apply more pressure now to hand upon the other man's face, the youth tilts his head upwards slightly so that once more their eyes meet, fingers still caressing the skin with a light and ghosting touch. "You're not weak.", is stated in a quiet, yet firm tone, sincerity visible upon the detached yet angelic features. "And I'm hard to disappoint." These words have no sense of reassurance to them, as they tend to come out more as a statement than an offer of comfort. "Don't worry about me. Just don't." Blinking in his rather vapid manner, the youth continues to simply stare at his companion, the faintest hint of actual emotion flaring within the pale depths of his brilliant eyes. 
Jan 11 19:14:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A soft, quick exhale of breath escapes the youth, sounding almost akin to a slight laugh. Studying the man's expression for a few moments, his gaze slowly shifts towards the north, nodding once in that direction. "Have you ever been to Hades?", is asked in a somewhat dark manner, a secretive smile playing upon rose-pink lips as a brow arches slightly in questioning. Turning back to his companion, the expression is offered as an answer is awaited. "I think you might like it." Tone still soft, there's a velvety edge to it now, just a little darker than the usual gentle coaxing.
Jan 11 19:19:08 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter raises an ebony eyebrow, a faint grin tweaking the corners of his lips. "Hades, huh? As long as there's no fucking three-headed dog." He steps forward, smiling, and slips an arm around Devon's shoulders, preparing to walk with him towards the club. He raises the half-spent cigarette to his lips, taking in a steady cloud of smoke, before blowing it out through his nostrils.
Jan 11 19:23:26 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He finishes off the phone call, the Iphone beeping in acknowledgement of this and he places it into his pocket.  And from the other pocket comes the form of a pack of Camel Exotic blends and a lilghter.  Flipping a ciagerette into his mouth cooly and lighting it up, he barely winced and took a long inhale of the item as if he needed it.  His eyes drifted and landed on the musician and he recognized the face.  BUt for the moment, he would just watch and see what the man did.
Jan 11 19:29:47 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Moving up, the man speaks softly as he brings himself into stride with the musician, his low voice drawing attention to his presence.  "Beautiful evening out, isn't it?"
Jan 11 19:30:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "No dogs last I checked.", is stated in a disturbingly sincere manner, as the youth begins to stride down the street with long and purposeful strides. One lithe arm slips about Elijah's waist in the process, hand applying light pressure to draw the other man closer to him. Any strange looks are returned with a dark, piercing stare from the willowy form, while not threatening in an of itself, the dark glint within his gaze adds a subtle undertone of warning. From time to time, the youth turns to check on his companion, studying the man with a somewhat lighter look.
Jan 11 19:32:04 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The large man chuckles and he smiles down at her. "Oh, it was alright. Didn't have to run through Hell, get attacked by a pack of our corrupted Kin, outrun a Dragon, and then spend a few days laying face-down in the sands of paradise." He smirks a bit, and wraps his arms around her. "Pretty quiet so far."
Jan 11 19:34:40 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "You make it sound so trivial," she laughs as she lifts her head to peck at his cheek. "My new boss's name's Gabriel Bennett. Ever heard of him? He seems like a really well-off man."
Jan 11 19:37:19 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Good point good point.  Say, I think I saw you last night at that commotion
Jan 11 19:38:24 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Dreadful affair that whole thing.  BLown far out of proportion."
Jan 11 19:43:33 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: His eyes gaze that man carefully, raising an eyebrow "Your perception?  Might I ask what you think has happened?"
Jan 11 19:47:04 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Oh of coruse, hon," Trista giggles at the eskimo kisses, her deep blue eyes alighting as she smiles up to him. "You're so sweet, you know that?"
Jan 11 19:54:32 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Yes, I understand what you are saying, but this city is not for the weak who think they can just step onto the toes of those who wield power and expect no reaction.  The boy's life was in no danger the few night's past.  It was but to..."  he paused waving his hand nonchalantly "prove a point.  However, his friend....his friend I will ignore as I said I would, but I dare not see them speak to me such a way again lest things actaully come to pass."
Jan 11 20:10:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Upon reaching the entrance of Club Hades, the youthful form glances idly at it for a moment, staring across the red velvet rope containing the line of various gothic and hardcore punks waiting. After a quick yet through study of the awaiting patrons, the willowy figure simply walks past them and up to one of the bouncers, Elijah in tow. Patiently standing before them for a few moments, the youth offers them nothing but a curt nod and piercing glare before both men gesture and usher both him and his companion inwards. Charging through the doors with an obvious sense of entitlement the youth enters the club itself with long, vaguely proud strides.
Jan 11 20:12:05 :: (GC) Trista rposed: "Hey! I work too you know. Pretty soon I'll be bringing home a fifty-percent raise." She sticks her tongue out at Michelangelo, moved but unphased by the nudge. "Anyways...yeah I'm thinking of transferring my hours there as soon as I can get a letter out to my aunt."
Jan 11 20:14:52 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "And what kind of tithing does the Seer prefer?"
Jan 11 20:16:29 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter continues walking side-by-side Devon, his arm still around the other man's shoulders. He glances to his side, raising a jet-black eyebrow, with a curious look on his face. "I'm so sorry... I just realized, I've never asked you about yourself." He looks away, another flush of blood rising in his cheeks, apparently embarrassed. His blue eyes do swivel about, taking in each feature of the club, the thump of the music, with an awe-struck expression. He tightens his grip around Devon, craning his neck to bring his ears next to the other man's lips, making himself heard above the noise. "Absolutely amazing. How the hell did you get us in here? I thought they'd just chuck me out." He smiles sheepishly, eyes wandering towards a booth in the corner.
Jan 11 20:19:35 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The icy cold orbs land on the Malkavian and he watches the man carefully...very carefully.  Their wisdom was always great, but just as likely to lead you in wild circles that made sense only to them.  But, he spoke.  "And what would be the tithing to know everything you can tell me abou tthe creature."
Jan 11 20:27:33 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Force you?  Oh no.  No, that would be a large misstep for myself.  But then, perhaps you can advise me as to how to proceed.  Several paths lie and several others stretch from those.  I'm sure you know all this of course."
Jan 11 20:29:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Broad shoulders shrugging slightly, the youth states, "I know people." Continuing to make his way through the room, some make room to allow the pair's passage. A little jostling is received in turn, though a simple dark glare seems to easily repair any incidents. Each step taken brings the pair closer to the bar, the strange lightly creates the sense and allure of flames enveloping them. Head nuzzling against the waiter's neck and resting upon his shoulder, Devon comments, "There's not much to know about me that matters.", lips pressed to the other man's ear. A light nip is used to punctuate the sentence, the youth only pulling back slightly from the new position.
Jan 11 20:35:39 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: At that he nods with a stern look in his face.  "Yes, yes, I understand exactly what you mean.  Very well then.  It is as I said last night, the whole affair would be best forgotten."
Jan 11 20:37:29 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: After approaching the bar with Devon, the waiter frowns, though the expression melts slightly as the youth presses his head against Elijah's neck. A faint grin tugs at the corners of his mouth, brought on by the contact, and he glances sideways at the youth. "You know people, huh? Then don't be so modest. You seem interesting enough." A mischievous look slides onto his handsome features at this last statement, and he turns towards the bar, saying "Can I get a rum and coke, please? In a uh... tall glass? A big one." He looks away, closing his eyes as his lips barely part, and he lets out a long sigh. Elijah produces his wallet, and a ten dollar bill, preparing to pay the bartender. Do you want to uh... Go grab a booth or something?" A crooked, nervous smile is displayed, and he casts a glance around at the other club patrons, blushing as Devon nuzzles against his neck.
Jan 11 20:41:01 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I'm afraid the time for that latter has already come.  In fact, it should be best if I move on back the safer places.  I thank you for your wisdom, Seer of the City of Lost Angels.  Do take care, no?"  The man steps back into the throng of  people a strange twisted smileon his face.
Jan 11 21:03:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Glancing both at Elijah, and the crowd, the youth offers a nod to his companion in reply, letting out a somewhat droll, "Sure.", to accompany it. Shifting slightly, his gaze continues to study the room once or twice, both comfort and pride visible within his eyes. Studying the bartender for a moment, he adds, "Bloody Mary.", to the order, the words rolling out in a more easy fashion, tone velvety and smooth. The normally stoic form, while not quite 'normal', seems to be within his element, eyes once more holding a sense of wisdom that hints of knowledge beyond the apparent years. Gaze flicking towards a booth farther in the corner of the club, the youth nods to it, leading wordlessly with his eyes.
Jan 11 21:15:47 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The head of Michelangelo turns to the side slightly as the long howl of a wolf can be heard off in the distance, and he smirks. "Wolves." He rolls a shoulder, the tendons popping a bit.
Jan 11 21:16:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more seeming to part the crowd more than wade through it, Devon matches strides with Elijah as they move, face still masking any true hints of thoughts, feelings or emotions. Rather, the detached expression has changed to become vaguely aloof, though not in a snobbish or stuck up way. Rather, it's a hint of confidence that, so far, has remained elusive within the willowy and youthful figure. Upon reaching the booth, he pauses, looking at the seat for several long moments, the reason soon made clear. For a moment, the arm draped upon his companion is removed so that one hand can reach into a pocket, retrieving a white handkerchief. Bending over slightly, the cloth is rubbed lightly against the seat's surface, quickly wiping it clean of any seemingly invisible debris.
Jan 11 22:02:35 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: There's Salem. Someone get the noose.
Jan 11 22:04:40 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Looking down at the seat, then back to Elijah, Devon's head tilts to the side in the same questioning manner as usual, seeming vaguely surprised by the situation. A slight nod towards his companion seems to clear things up mentally though. Shifting positions, the youth arches one brow slightly, the faintest hint of a wrinkle showing upon the pristine skin of his forehead. "What did you want to know about me?", is asked in the same candid manner usually applied to question and answer sessions. One arm remains pressed against his side, fingernail tracing the line of his collarbone, leaving a visible trail of red in its wake.
Jan 11 22:10:50 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter watches Devon carefully, sitting comfortable next to the other man. He raises the glass to his lips, eyeing his companion over the rim of the glass. He smiles, and the expression on his face shows his curiosity. "Who the fuck /are/ you?" His ebon-haired head shakes forcefully, and he takes a long gulp of rum and coke, relishing the taste, and follows it up with a heavy pull from his cigarette. "I mean, I'm just a junkie from New York. I'm a loser, Devon. But you've got the balls to threaten an armed man, for my sake." He shakes his head again, looking away, and ashes the cigarette idly, effectively dispatching his rum and coke. "Why? You can get into this fabulous fucking club, you're... Interesting." He slides his arm around Devon's shoulders, a warm buzz trickling through his body, his expressions and mannerisms loosening.
Jan 11 22:34:45 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Staring point-black and the waiter, eyes meeting, the youth begins, "I was born in Boston to a somewhat wealthy family as a twin, then moved to Detroit with my sister when we came of age. We lived there for a while, until things just changed too drastically for us. We decided to move to LA, and here I am." The words flow out with a somewhat practiced smoothness, though they hold obvious truth. Shrugging one shoulder, as though this should have been obvious from the start, the youth adds, "That's about it." Blinking once, rather mechanically, the willowy form lifts an arm, forearm resting upon the tabletop, hand hidden beneath the unbuttoned sleeve of his shirt. Peering at the shirt from the corner of his eye, the youth's arm shifts its position, hand wrapping around the glass. Bringing the item up to eye level, there's a scrupulous study of the item before the item is brought to his lips, a test sip being taken.
Jan 11 22:42:02 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Walking through the path of the park, a rather thin man with dark, unkempt hair, and even darker eyes is walking, one hand wrapped around his side as if holding a wound, but attempting to look casual about the whole affair. He's wearing a brown bomber jacket. He's not just strolling though, but appears to be looking for, or tracking something, with his attention drawn to the ground in front of him the whole of the time. Despite the darkness of the late hour, his face is aglow with the dim red light from the ember of his cigarette. The astute and alert might notice that hanging about two inches below the fleece trim of his jacket, there is a black, steel cylinder.
Jan 11 22:49:10 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: Sitting high within the branches of a tree, sits a large man, fairly well cameoflagued by the leaves of the tree, the bough he is sitting on supporting his weight easily. He plays a carved driftwood flute, a slightly eerie, yet calm melody, almost like a whisper on the wind. His playing doesn't stop as he notices the other man walking through the park, and he raises an eyebrow a moment, but otherwise, makes no other movements.
Jan 11 22:55:19 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The man continues to walk along the path, despite the flute music that just isn't a natural part of the park. In moments, though, it does seem to wrap around his hearing. He stops, glancing up and then glancing back down at whatever it was that he's following. With another look around, he mutters, "..Wait a fuckin' minute. That can't be the soundtrack to my life. There's just not enough fuckin' screamin..". His hand is reached into the folds of his brown bomber jacket, and a 'cha-chink' sound is heard, before he pulls the hand back out, emptied.
Jan 11 23:04:09 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The flute playing doesn't cease as the man looks around and makes his comment. If anything, the speed increases a bit, and then with a slight crack, a large man drops out of one of the trees, stopping the playing. He is rather large, standing about six and a half feet, and all of his visible flesh is covered in a patchwork of scars, and his eyes are covered by a pair of matte black Oakleys. "Always wander in the park late at night?"
Jan 11 23:10:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien's cigarette flares to life and light a bit more as he turns about with a sharp movement, the motion causing a half-masked wince to streak across his angular face. In the same instant, a small, silver rod in his hand is telescoped out to reveal a sharpened point at the end. Boy, he doesn't seem to be very trustful, "..Always sit in a tree and fuck around with flutes?".
Jan 11 23:11:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A vaguely insulted look crosses over the youth's features, "That's the truth.", is stated firmly. "I think Detroit itself covers most of the supposed plot holes." The slight frown now creasing the youth's brow is somewhat childish in its appearance, seeming to take away years from the already youthful face. The cup is once more raised to his lip, another drink taken from it, this one a little longer. "I was part of the club scene there. I have connections." Eyes peer into the glass now, the red liquid being swirled within it a few times before its set back down.  Once more looking into his companion's eyes, the youth says, "A past is that for a reason. It's time has come and gone. All we do is glean what knowledge we can from them." Leaning forward slightly, the youth's hand moves away from the glass, putting gentle pressure upon the waiter's cheek until both foreheads touch.
Jan 11 23:22:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The youth removes his hand from the man's face, arm sliding it back onto the table. Fingertips wiggling just a little, the Bloody Mary is pushed slightly away from the waiter. "No. As I've said, it's all your choice.", is offered in the youth's usual soft tone. "Remember, be yourself." Nodding once, the willowy form backs up slightly, allowing some room from the waiter to exit. At the same time, the youth's eyes once more zero in on that one single form, gaze studying and following the man with a sense of deep interest.
Jan 11 23:22:56 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..My mother used to tell me something when I was a child. She'd say 'Little Adrien, now don't you go fuckin' around with flutes in the treetop, especially at night.', and I'd get all pissed off and ask, 'Why not, mama?', and she'd grab me by the fuckin' nose and tell me, 'You'll get stabbed by strange-fuckin' crazy men with sharpened poles..", Adrien admits, having shifted is cigarette over to the corner of his mouth so that he could get all of that out. The ember flares up again, illuminating his haggard face even more. With an exhale that clouds his face in smoke, he states, "..Actually. That's a fuckin' lie. I never knew my mother. So trust me. I don't have a fuckin' feminine side. If you're fuckin' with me, I'm in a mood to stab something..". His dark eyes shift about to the plethora of trees, perhaps taking stock of the area around.
Jan 11 23:28:54 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "Well, given how you are holding your side, I'm not sure how wise that would entirely be. Don't want to aggravate whatever wound you may have." The tall and scarred man after that just raises his hands, palms open. "I don't want any trouble with my fellow warriors. Bad blood tends to make things difficult." A hand goes to his sunglasses, and he puts them down a bit, his rainbow eyes visibly just barely behind the dark lenses now. "Besides, I don't particularly want to deal with being stabbed."
Jan 11 23:33:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Glancing down at the wound at his side, which can't actually be seen due to his clothing, Adrien mutters, "..Aggravate? You have no fucking clue, flute-boy..", before taking a step back. The pole is lowered a bit at Michelangelo's word, but not the guard that it gives, "..Also. I'm not a fellow. Or a warrior. And you bet your ass that you don't want to deal with being stabbed. I'm bad news. And I'm not even what'll kill you. Wait until all of the weird, creepy fuckin' shit starts to show up..".
Jan 11 23:39:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still watching his companion with a somewhat more clinical viewpoint, there are occasional nods, though they seem to be totally to himself. One arm rises once more so that he can once more run a fingernail across his collarbone, though this time with more pressure. Continuing to almost blatantly stare now, lips begin to move, a strange language spilling easily over them as his eyes remain unblinking.  Head tilting once more to the side slightly, a curl falls into his face, though this fact seems to have no effect on his bearing or actions. Finally, the language seems to gradually switch to English, occasional words becoming actual sentences, the first of which is, "Why do you hate yourself?"
Jan 11 23:44:39 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The sunglasses are readjusted so that they cover his shimmering eyes, and Michelangelo chuckles a moment. "Weird, creepy shit? Ever been to Hell? Pretty fucked up shit there. And I'm not talking about what stupid shit you see around here, I'm talking about actual Hell." He stays in place, eyes not even going to the sharpened silver spike. "Don't bleed all over though. I don't want to have to bury a body."
Jan 11 23:51:48 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Cut the shit, furfag. I'm not a Ronin because I like the fuckin' retirement package. I'm bad for your health. Mooncricket Cancer. You don't need this..", Adrien admits, lifting his free hand and removing the cigarette from his mouth, which he gives a deft flick off to the side and into the lush grass of the park, "..You don't want that guilt by association shit. Trust me. The Philophiles'd have a fuckin' wet dream over that..". Reversing his grip on the telescoping rod, he flips the switch in the other direction and it sinks in on itself again, returning to nothing more than just a small silver bar.
Jan 11 23:54:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Tabula Rasa.", is offered in a more analytical fashion than friendly, the look within the youthful form's eyes more akin to that of a doctor. "Have you ever thought that, perhaps, you've just been waiting to learn?" Pausing, as though to consider his own words, the youth continues, "Also a face in the crowd can do anything. If you think about it...an assassin would be best to blend in than stick out." A sense of dawning reality enter's the youth's gaze, his throat clearing softly. "An artist, a musician, a writer...they take time to create. Think of fine wine. Some of the best things come from time and age." Brow raising is a surprisingly normal manner, he adds, "Did you say your wrote?"
Jan 12 00:00:51 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The neutral stance and tone of Michelangelo continued. "Well then, may I ask why you are here in the Park?" He leans against a tree, noting the putting away of the silver rod. "If you are looking for something, I'll assist you in looking, since it will get you out of my territory faster, and you can find what you are looking for."
Jan 12 00:04:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming not to even have to think, the youth replies simply, "I like you." Lithe arm sprawling out across the surface of the table, a pale cheek is presses against the dark material of a black shirt sleeve creating a lovely contrast. "The world wants something. Bigger, better, faster...out with the old and in with the new. Everyone wears a mask and walks around with a smile. At least, I know your frown is real." The red marks upon his pale skin from the short stint of seemingly random self-injury still remain, the angelic figure perhaps looking just slightly more real in this moment, golden curls tousled about his head and arm.
Jan 12 00:08:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..This isn't your territory. If it was, I wouldn't be trailing Wyrm-Spawn through here. That, or you really fuckin' suck at this whole territory game. Someone never get Axis and Allies as a child..", Adrien scoffs, snorting in a derisive manner and putting the silver back back into the clip that is hiding just beneath the fleece trim of his bomber jacket, "..That's tough shit when there's a hand-full of Dancers in town, and the wolf-blooded are out skipping stones. Or playing flutes..". He turns at this point, putting his back to the massive, scarred man, and resumes the point at which he'd left off whatever it was that he'd been looking at.
Jan 12 00:12:06 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "Well, not going to help out the cause any for me to be clawed to pieces against a pack of Dancers when it's just me and a cub." He begins to walk after Adrien a bit, keeping a respectable distance. He does look minorly alarmed at the mention of the Dancers, but he hides it well. "Where did you see the Dancers at?"
Jan 12 00:12:36 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah paces in the mouth of an alleyway, on the side of club Hades, the beer bottle still unopened in his hand.
Jan 12 00:17:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more parting the crowd by his mere presence, the youth is carrying the seemingly forgotten jacket. Walking slowly into the alleyway, the item is offered from an outstretched arm and open hand. "You left this.", is said in an almost child-like manner, as though not fully grasping the events that just occurred. Eyes blinking in the same innocent way, the youth lets out a breath, seemingly the first one in a while. "What's wrong?" A brow is raised, though the emotion is somewhat askew in a strange and forced manner. However, there is real confusion within the youth's brilliant eyes.
Jan 12 00:19:19 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..In my house. In my car. On pretty much every street between Santa Monica and Rosewood. In this pa--..", Adrien begins, but is cut off for a moment. He stops, bending down a bit and touching at the ground, before shaking his head, "..You know what? I'd like to get some fucking sleep tonight. So we'll start with where I haven't seen them as of late. Nowhere..". This is quite short and simple, if a bit sarcastic, "..Between this, and a fucking demon that can't be found, you would think the fucking Garou would have a first-alert system or some shit. Budget cuts?".
Jan 12 00:25:22 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "A demon? It is troublesome that there is another. I already have had to slay one Wyrm Incarna whilst I've been here..." Michelangelo rolls his eyes as the man talks about the alarms. "If you'd been paying attention instead of ranting, you would have heard me tell you that it is just me and a cub here. Not much to work with." He raises a hand and rubs at his temple tiredly.
Jan 12 00:30:24 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I don't buy it. I'm not fuckin' lucky enough to land in a town with just two Garou. And I sure as hell haven't seen a flying fucking pig..", Adrien challenges, reaching a hand into his pocket and making a clicking sound. This causes a shotgun, single-barrel and pump action to fall from beneath his jacket, which he catches in his hand. Oddly, there's a lighter taped to the business end. The man pulls a cigarette from his pocket, holding it between his lips, and flicking the lighter at the end of the shotgun. It sparks the life, and Adrien appears to relax a bit more after the first puff, "..Where's that cub at? I need some bait..".
Jan 12 00:33:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "What if I said that I was you once, when I was younger." The words come out smoothly enough, though there's a certain stiffness about them, as though they haven't been spoken for a long time. A dark smile creeps up upon his lips, as he continues, "You've met my sister...She's a ball-busting bitch with no heart, and I love her dearly." Taking a long, slow step towards the seemingly panicking figure, the youth continues, "She's not an easy act to follow. Being a twin is...strange." Arms wrap around his torso, a position that he seems to favor greatly, "I'm hard to disappoint, I assure you." The dark grin is still gracing the youth's angelic features. "If I tell you I have low standards, would that help?" Shaking his head a few times, a soft sound is released, sounding something like a hoarse laugh. "Or if I can help you? Make you proud of yourself?"
Jan 12 00:38:37 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: "Luck has little to do with the fact that there are only two of us here, and you aren't taking the cub as bait." He stays back from the shotgun, obviously not stupid. "Now, we have a two options. One, we go our separate ways, and work at this problem from separate directions, and probably clash at some point. Two, we mutually assist each other. I'm not asking for a hug, I want the damn Wyrm-spawn gone just as much as you do." He poses this, and waits for Adrien's answer.
Jan 12 00:43:15 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Calyce is lynched.
Jan 12 00:46:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Aw. No hug? Fine. Fuck you too, Tony Montana..", Adrien smirks, using his free hand to shift and adjust the center-knot upon his black tie. Two more steps bring him closer to a tree, which he peers around, before seeming satisfied, "..I don't need a mutual fucking assistant. I need a miracle worker. Or five..". A bit of a disgusted look on his face, he reaches up and undoes a button of his shirt, slipping a hand in and pulling out a fist-full of bloody bandages, which he tosses onto the ground, "..Merry fucking Christmas..", he grimaces, going on with his hunt.
Jan 12 00:48:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Lithe arms rise up, embracing the man who is, seemingly, held up by the youth's willowy body alone. "You'd be surprised what make sense to me." The words have a certain honest dryness to them, both earnest and almost humorous in their own way. "One thing you should stop saying is the word 'sorry'. There's no reason to be sorry for existing. Just like you said, there's something between birth and death. Why not at least try and enjoy the time." Gently kissing the man's neck, then nuzzling it softly, the youth whispers into his ear, "You'll only disappoint me if you leave."
Jan 12 00:59:27 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: pauses at the outburst, turning to give the giant man a sharp, dark look. It lasts for just seconds, before he goes back to doing whatever it is that he's doing, "..Jesus. Some fucking people. Raised in a barn. Your mother should have used soap on that mouth..". After another brief moment of scanning the park though, the man does admit, "..I don't want Garou help. I've seen their version of help. And I don't plan to die. God doesn't love me that much. You know what is here. I know what is here. I'll handle it how I have for most of my life -- alone. You can go and dance around a fire and masturbate to a spirit. I'm a bit more to the point..".
Jan 12 00:59:36 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien pauses at the outburst, turning to give the giant man a sharp, dark look. It lasts for just seconds, before he goes back to doing whatever it is that he's doing, "..Jesus. Some fucking people. Raised in a barn. Your mother should have used soap on that mouth..". After another brief moment of scanning the park though, the man does admit, "..I don't want Garou help. I've seen their version of help. And I don't plan to die. God doesn't love me that much. You know what is here. I know what is here. I'll handle it how I have for most of my life -- alone. You can go and dance around a fire and masturbate to a spirit. I'm a bit more to the point..".
Jan 12 01:03:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The kiss both accepted and returned, a nod of understanding is offered towards the waiter, the youth's gaze meeting his with a sense of firmness. "Of course.", once more, the child-like sense of understanding seems to overtake the youth, going almost younger than the teenage appearance. "Remember, you are something to me. You're not just another face in the crowd. You're not just a working stiff. You're not just a recovering addict. You're my friend, someone who means something to me. Me, a person who can get into that club with just a nod. Me, who will charge after a man with a gun. Me, who you seem to think belongs on an untouchable pedestal. You're touching me now. I'm here, I'm real. Just remember that. Please."
Jan 12 14:38:42 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: On the opposite side of the street as Club Hades, a dark figure sits on the sidewalk, unnoticed by the never-ending streams of pedestrians ambling down the sidewalk. This particular figure is dressed in a waiter's uniform, with a loosened blue tie that matches his eyes. A black jacket is pulled tightly around his thin form, and dark bags sit under his deep blue eyes. His right hand clutches a half-full beer bottle, while two entirely unopened beers sit on the sidewalk, against his body.
Jan 12 14:42:20 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: A Young man who walks with pride comes walking in from the east, he wears a LA police uniform and has a police dog with Him. The police man wears sunglasses and has a smile on his lips as he looks around the area, he notices Elijah and heads over towards him. "Sit ruddiger" The police man says and the police dogs sits infront of Elijah, but the dog looks sideways not paying attention. Unlike the Dog the police man looks down at the man. "How you doing today Sir?"
Jan 12 14:45:04 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man simply raises the beer bottle, taking a long gulp. He doesn't actually look up at whoever's addressing him, and his head lolls back against the brick of the wall he's sitting against. His eyes close slowly, and his voice comes out in a drunken slur, moody and dejected-toned. "Fuck off. Leave me alone."
Jan 12 14:48:42 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Shakes his head as he looks to the dog and says in a childish voice. "Search him boy.."The dog sniffs elijah for a few long moments but doesnt respond to any drugs. "Open Liqure in public Sir, you will have to hand that over to me.." he places his hands out as he looks at the man with a smirk on his face. "Dont try resist sir or its jail time."
Jan 12 14:56:09 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: attempts to grab the beer but only clips it, he curses as he trys again but clips it again this time smashing it on the floor, the Police officer curses as he looks down at the man. "You were warned Sir, these other bottles will stay but dont you go resisting me!" he looks down at the man for a slight moment then produces a card. "You drink yourself silly every day do you buddy?'
Jan 12 15:04:12 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: squats down to look at the man, he nods a few times. "I know your human but others see this dog as more human than you buddy.." he tries to hand the man a card. "This is a good friend of mine a person who gives time to people and thier problems, you dont look or act like a drunk on a noght splerg, you need help and this person can help you.." he keeps the card in the mans face. "Why dont you give her a chance?
Jan 12 15:04:27 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: squats down to look at the man, he nods a few times. "I know your human but others see this dog as more human than you buddy.." he tries to hand the man a card. "This is a good friend of mine a person who gives time to people and thier problems, you dont look or act like a drunk on a noght splerg, you need help and this person can help you.." he keeps the card in the mans face. "Why dont you give her a chance?
Jan 12 15:11:31 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: standing up straight now the police officer shakes his head again. "Alright Sir have a nice evening.." he tugs on his leash as he starts to walk."Heel boy.." He again looks for rouble on the streets as he keeps walking away
Jan 12 16:06:15 :: (GC) Fortang forced Siol to gecho mmmmm
Jan 12 16:06:15 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: mmmmm
Jan 12 21:00:59 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A dark figure sits against a brick wall, across the street from Club Hades. He stares at the crowd accumulating in front of the club, drinking from a half-empty beer bottle in his right hand. Two empty beers, and one, full unopened bottle sit next to him, the empty ones fallen on their sides against the concrete of the sidewalk. His blue eyes are glazed over, a dejected expression reigning over his handsome features. A blue tie sits loosened around his neck, and his nametag shines clearly in the light of the overhead streetlamp.
Jan 12 21:14:16 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A dark figure sits against a brick wall, across the street from Club Hades. He stares at the crowd accumulating in front of the club, drinking from a half-empty beer bottle in his right hand. Two empty beers, and one, full unopened bottle sit next to him, the empty ones fallen on their sides against the concrete of the sidewalk. His blue eyes are glazed over, a dejected expression reigning over his handsome features. A blue tie sits loosened around his neck, and his nametag shines clearly in the light of the overhead street lamp.
Jan 12 21:22:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Obviously purposeful strides carry a willowy form down the street, cerulean eyes glued ahead, not searching the crowd, but rather looking PAST it with a strange sense of detached determination. Lips move constantly, though no sound passes through them, their mutterings known only to the figure making them. Strangely, the slender chest only heaves with breath every few minutes, and eyes blink at long and rather sporadic intervals. Boots thudding with each long step taken, the youthful form seems to have a greater sense of confidence than a waif of a teenager should.
Jan 12 21:33:08 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The blue eyes of the slack, huddled figure swivel in their sockets, observing the street up and down, though they move slowly, and the skin around them is watery and red. He raises the beer now and then, taking a loud gulp. He notices the androgynous figure not far away, and a grim smile tugs at his lips, but falls away almost instantly. He shifts his position, as though in pain, and accidentally knocks his beer over. "Fucking fuck."
Jan 12 21:43:44 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head briefly leaning to the side in a manner slightly akin to a dog hearing a whistle, the youthful form's head turns, pale neck seeming more elegant in the nigh time lighting. A brunette brow raises somewhat, though its meaning is somewhat obscure, the expression fading quickly. Strides never slow as the youth changes direction, moving swiftly toward the familiar form that caught the cerulean gaze. Approaching the huddled form, the youth looks downwards at him, blinking a few times in rapid succession. Eyes flick towards the emptied bottles, studying them with a rather critical gaze, though nothing is said of their presence. Bending slightly at the waist, the youth's arms are straightened out, wide palms resting upon denim-clad thighs to brace the slender form as an attempt at eye contact is made.
Jan 12 21:51:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter stands the fallen beer bottle upright again, foam and alcohol sliding down the sidewalk, towards the gutter. He looks up after licking the beer foam from his fingers, giving an embarrassed smile as he wipes his hands on his black work slacks. "Hi." He says, rather bluntly, and pats the ground next to him with his left hand. "Wanna sit?" After this is said, Elijah suddenly frowns, shaking his head dismissively. "Oh, nevermind. You hate germs." With a chuckle he tries to stand to his feet, and although it takes a few tries, and the support of the brick wall, he does make it into a standing position.
Jan 12 22:03:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Brilliant eyes continue to keep contact with the waiter throughout his struggle to stand upright. Pale hands moving off of the youth's thighs, the willowy figure once more stands upright, lithe arms pressed against the androgynous torso. Elbows tuck neatly against the dip of a trim waist and forearms rest against a slender chest. The nimble fingers of one hand begin to play with the scarlet bodice lacings visible from the unbuttoned black shirt. The other hand moves slightly higher, a short nail dragging against a pronounced collarbone, leaving a trail of red in its wake. "Good day, or bad day?", is asked softly in the youth's normally quiet voice, angelic visage holding no hints to inner thoughts or emotions.
Jan 12 22:07:16 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: Tap.    Tap.    Tap. This sound is heard as a cane strikes the ground with each step, keeping the balance of a rustic looking Spanish gentleman, dressed in a black suit with a maroon undervest. The handle of the cane is elegant and polished, forming a dragon that has wrapped around a barbed ankh. His free hand is near his face, twisting the end of a mustache that is groomed to perfection, and almost 3 inches in length on each side. His eyes are set under slender, but shaggy brows of black hair, and match that same color, holding no trace of good humour or cheer. His face is chiseled from stone, angular and refined, but done with the hand of an artisan that could craft no flaw. Lucian's direction shifts a bit as he stops, watching across the street, and waiting for the traffic to halt so that he can pass.
Jan 12 22:10:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Once he is on his feet, although his movements are clumsy and out-of-place, Elijah raises the beer and finishes what's left of it, before his head lowers and the empty bottle slips from his grip, falling for a seemingly endless amount of time. It smashes against the concrete of the sidewalk, sending shards of glass against his legs, bits of jagged brown spilling over his shoes. "Bad. Always bad." He offers, producing a cigarette and lighting it up between his lips. "I draw Cops like a fucking magnet."
Jan 12 22:18:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I don't think littering helps.", is stated by the youthful figure in a rather deadpan manner. Eyes drift from the waiter to the broken pieces, an vague wave of discomfort surrounding the willowy figure for a moment, before vanishing into the night. Weight shifting in an easy manner, one leg is extended slightly so that a boot clad toe can push at the shards, slowly creating a neat pile with painstaking care. However, this effort soon fades at the tapping of the cane is heard. Head turning cautiously away from the black-haired young man, a piercing gaze stared into the night, an obvious sense of recognition flaring within its pale depths. There's a new sense about the slender form now, the strongest a sense of obvious respect.
Jan 12 22:23:09 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: Never one to be rushed, Lucian seems to wait the required time for a very large gap in the traffic, which isn't too long at all, before crossing. He does so at a pace of leisure and comfort, his demeanor not that of a man who is on a mission, or has a purpose for being out and about on this particular evening. Still twisting at the left side of his rather large mustache, the genteel Spaniard's gait brings him safely to the other side of the walkway, and much closer to the impending Club Hades. Dark eyes sweep the area, less curious and cautious, but still searching. It is about that time that his attention is brought upon the figure who is pushing glass around with a booted-toe. He just watches, several seconds in and without blinking at all.
Jan 12 22:32:25 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Scanning the people on the street, and then looking both up and down, Matty appears to be looking for someone, or perhaps something.  She finally gives up, chest heaving in a deep sigh of disgust.  She allows her disinterested gaze to finally follow the object of several people's attention.  The Spainard who resembles some sort of diabolical bad-man in the way he is twisting his mustache.  It makes Matty giggle, as she thinks of Snidely Whiplash in the cartoons.
Jan 12 22:36:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A glance is chanced at the waiter out of the corner of the youth's eye, followed by a slight nod towards him. Most of the youth's attention, however, still remain upon the Spaniard, gaze studying him with a sense of analytical appraisal. There's no outright stare given, just a focused look, eyelids lowering slightly in a casual way, shadowing the youth's own gaze. After a moment, the youth offers the almost ethereal figure a deep nod of acknowledgment. Head now turning away slightly, full, rosy lips hover near the waiter's ear for a moment, whispering something, before pulling away once more. Eyes transversing the entire area in an almost neurotic manner, cerulean eyes soon fall once more upon the genteel figure.
Jan 12 22:45:41 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: Stepping onto the curb now, the imposing gentleman of a Spaniard is closer to Morgan, his pause bringing a surcease from the tapping of his cane. His head bobs in the most gentle, almost imperceptible impression of a nod of recognition. His cane is leaned against his own leg, showing his obvious lack of real need for the walking aid, and proving it to be a decoration and nothing more. With the casual air that a person might remove a pair of sunglasses and polish them, Lucian Dragomir's hand is brought up, and his impressive mustache is simply removed from his upper lip. This would seem like a parlor trick, if doing so did not leave a noticeable pair of missing flesh patches, "Good evening. It is a pleasant time for a bite to eat, is it not..?", he asks, nothing malicious or judgemental about his tone, though his dark eyes do flicker over to Elijah. Mustache in hand, he begins to shape and groom and twist it into a different shape, splitting both three-inch ends into a total of six, three-inch ends, like
Jan 12 22:45:52 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: a sculptor would do with a sculpture.
Jan 12 22:51:34 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: One ebony eyebrow drops, leaving a curious expression plastered onto the drunken waiter's face, before he nods confidently to Devon, slipping his hands into the pockets of his jacket, as though trying to look casual. He glances up and down the street, white ribbons of smoke trailing from the end of the cigarette between his lips. He clears his throat loudly, attempting to compose himself as the spaniard approaches. Even with this preparation, however his lips part in the slightest, and his eyes widen. "Holy shit." He says, taking a step back, his body bumping into the brick wall behind him. "I fucking knew I was dreaming. Ever since that cop came by." His lips tug into a smile, something maniacal and drunken at the same time. "Hah. No wonder." A hand raises pinching the lobe of his ear, as though pain will waken him from the reality he's trapped in.
Jan 12 22:56:29 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Having seen a lot of sickness and disease among the low-lifes of LA, Matty doesn't seem as repulsed by the actions of the mustached man as she is curious.  His manner of dress, his affectations and speech, all seem to indicate a man of means and proper upbringing, however, having a disease as awful as to cause the rotting of the flesh of his lip in such a manner doesn't fit with the picture, neither does revealing it in public in such a way as to draw attention either.  Matty's visage takes on an interest, and she straightens her stance, hands down at her sides and her stare openly upon the man now. She even goes as far as to call out, "Hey Ese!" hoping he will turn to look at her, so she can get a good view of what she believes she is seeing.
Jan 12 23:06:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Not seeming at all bothered by the Spaniard's removal of his moustache, or the patches of skin that come with it, the youthful form's head tilts to the side slightly, eyes blinking a few times at the larger and taller figure addressed the willowy youth. "A drink then?", is asked politely, the timber of the words soft and quiet. Head once more turning towards the ebony-haired waiter, a mixture of amusement and exasperation is offered within the look given. This time, the words spoken between them are spoken aloud. "You're not sleeping Elijah, just in Los Angeles." A gentle breath flowing over full lips, the rather one-sided conversing continues. "I might have to leave for a bit. Do you think you can manage?" There's a commanding sense of these words now, making the desired answer to the statement rather obvious.
Jan 12 23:14:11 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: "Yes. A drink. I will choose, though, of my own volition. I distress over the thought of using a dirtied glass..", the tall, imposing Spaniard admits, looking back to Elijah again in a pointed manner as he finishes this sentence. Another moment or so is given to the perfection of his now, six-pronged mustachio, before his hand is raised again and the folic sculpture is pressed back against his upper lip, holding fast there. He pulls from the pocket of his maroon vest a glove of black, soft material. It's condition is meticulous, stitched with a care that is never given to clothing of these modern evenings. Slipping the glove onto his left hand, that hand is then offered to Morgan in a casual fashion, suggesting that she should take it, "There is something to be spoken of. I believe the course of the conversation could be most pleasing to the pallet of such a distinguished artist as you. Though, I am no judge. I cannot speak with certainty. That will be for you to decide..".
Jan 12 23:26:37 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Almost startled by the dark-haired girl's shout, Althea pushes her way out of line and approaches her, giving her a cordial, though confused smile. "What the hell...?" she whispers, her eyes flitting from the Spaniard back to the girl as a less conspicuous way of pointing at him.
Jan 12 23:37:21 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Giving a little jerk of her head towards the Spainard, Matty asks Althea, "Ya mean hib? Ya, qwi thuh fweek show eh?"  What was not quite so evident before with the simple two words 'hey ese' becomes glaringly obvious now.  Matty is either higher than a kite, drunk as a skunk, or retarded.  Her slurring speech noticed by some in the crowd, but completely ignored by herself, as if she were speaking clearly and plainly. As her and the other watch the trio not to far away, someone from the crowd calls out, "Retard, go back to the group home!"  Matty, growls lowly and doubles up a fist, the other hand going into a pocket of her cargo pants. After a moment, her fist relaxes and she flashes a gang sign towards the offender, who amazingly and promptly shuts up, leaving the line and disappearing to the parking area quickly.
Jan 12 23:41:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Cerulean eyes looking at the glove for a moment, the lithe arm about the youth's trim waist loosens its positioning, elbow unbending so that deft fingers can reach into the pocket of the youth's jeans. Each movement is visible through the tighter fitting material. After a few moments, the digits emerge once more, a crisp white handkerchief in their grasp. The hand upon the pronounced collarbone also lowers in its position to help drape the cloth over a wide palm. Nodding in seeming satisfaction, the youth's arm extends to the Spaniard. Another glance towards Elijah from the corner of an eye is cast, another nod offered to the depressed figure."I'm not leaving you foreve Elijah.", is stated gently, before the youth once more turns away.
Jan 12 23:45:42 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: Responding first to the dark-haired waiter with the despondent demeanor, the Spaniard states as a rather plain and simple fact, "..That is appreciated. It was not with ease that I caught the mortal whose spine it is made of..". His grip upon the dragon-wrapped handle of the cane appears to grow more tight as he speaks on the subject of the walking aid. With his requested companion now upon his arm, the gentleman of a Spaniard tips an invisible hat to the waiter, offering solely this, "..Midnight and no later..". He does smile, but the expression upon his thin lips is twisted, and doesn't seem comforting in even the least and most loose definition of the world. In fact, it is very much creepy. Having that same, non-chalant gait, he begins to move down the sidewalk, at a casual walking pace, Morgan en tow.
Jan 12 23:55:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter watches the Spaniard for a long while, neither amusement nor disgust displayed at the oddities coming from his mouth. He glances to Devon, nodding once, before sitting back down upon his sidewalk throne, the Jesus of Suburbia opening the last of his collection of beers, and taking the first gulp. His blue eyes close slowly, and his head falls back against the brick wall, the orange of an overhead streetlight illuminating his huddled form.
Jan 12 23:59:34 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Watching the young man in the waiter's garb, Matty finally decides that the whole bizarre scene might be something someone slipped into her drinks in the club.  She gives the other girl a quick, twisted smile and then takes off after the departing 'heckler', the quick silvery flash of something, perhaps a knife catching the glint of a streetlight as she pulls it from her pocket before disappearing into the shadows of the parking and surrounding areas.
Jan 13 00:03:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Quickly meeting the man stride for stride, the youthful form's long legs easily pick up the pace, showing a surprising constitution for such a willowy frame. The slender chest also shows a certain amount of hardiness, not really showing any signs of breathing hard. A slightly irrate expression shows with the brilliant gaze, as rose-pink lips begin to move as though speaking. For a moment, it seems as though the youth is about to say something, but no words or even breath spill out.
Jan 13 00:05:43 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: Avoiding so best as he can the terrible torture of having to brush up against something such as a person, or a streetlight pole, Lucian Dragomir's adventure down the sidewalk is a slow, pain-staking course of action, though this does set a pleasant pace at which to have a conversation, "..You have been in this place longer than I have. What is the current condition of the enemies of the Sword in this feeble, fragile hole of Hell?".
Jan 13 00:13:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Stronger than us at all fronts.", is replied as the youth is dragged along, seeming to gain more irritation within brilliant eyes by the moment. "I've identified several key members of the other sect, as well as the lupines." Starting to wiggle in an almost childish manner, long fingers flex and arch through the air. "Please, I can follow you on my own without being touched, if you are agreeable to that.", is commented a bit offhandedly. "The Sword itself is weak, lacking a formal pack. Apparently, we've been bested already, before my arrival."
Jan 13 00:19:35 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: "Ah. You are too good to touch the low-likes of one such as I. That is understood. Remove your hand..", the Spaniard admits, a certain edge to the tone of his otherwise pleasant voice, "..You would do well not to reveal such a weakness in public. Nothing but harm can come from doing as much..". He walks on, his pace the same as he has been keeping it since the departure from the outside of Club Hades, and after a moment, he goes on, "..Los Angeles does not hold a pleasant past for the Sword. Those who came before me, failed. It was a disgrace. One that will not be repeated again..".
Jan 13 00:30:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I have nothing but respect for you.", is stated by the youth in a somber manner and tone. "The definition of worthy' is a loose one at best.." Looking both up at the larger figure, than out into the crowd, the willowy form continues, "Thank you for the advice. I tend to forget that this is not Detroit. It's not a place of freedom for our cause." Lithe arms wrapping about the youth's androgynous torso, the gentle voice continues, "If we are to own this place, we need members. Strong members with loyalty to the Sword above all else. So many are children, playing games that we cannot afford."
Jan 13 00:36:30 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: "..Brute force has been tried. It did not work. The Anarch population here is far too concentrated, and only a percent of those are ruffian-trash with no knowledge of what they can do. You look around, and see a group of rabble that could hold nothing. When pushed though, this rabble can come together. There is something to lose for them, and that is both their strength and their weakness..", Lucian explains, addressing Morgan's choice of supposed tactic, "..The taking of Los Angeles will be a matter of stealth. It is surgery, not warfare. A handful of skilled, smart Cainites can do an infinitely greater amount of damage than a rioting mob of lunatics. That is the reason that I have come here..".
Jan 13 00:45:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Strength is more than physical. My sister is a priestess, and her words are pure strength and power. They stir the minds and hearts and enable them to do what was formally deemed impossible. Strength in character is also desirable.", is explained, the words neither an agreement nor a counter. Rather, they are simply a statement of mentality. "The others; they wish for us to rattle our cage and howl like they beasts we are thought to be. But they are not stupid. Too much silence will perhaps scare them more."
Jan 13 00:51:02 :: (GC) Lucian rposed: "..I do not believe the silence will scare them. They think us gone. And here, we are. There are less than I can count on a hand in this town, those who wield the banner of The Sword. Silence from us has become a natural, normal thing to them. We are beaten, bested, and gone. It is this that we can use to our own advantage..", Lucian explains, never speeding up the pace at which he walks down the sidewalk of North La Cienega, "..We will strangle them with their own silence, and then we shall put this place back into a proper condition. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend..". And offering Morgan a nod, the man turns off down a side-street, without a single other word spoken.
Jan 13 00:54:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding politely back, the youthful form stands upon the curb and within the crowd for several minutes, seemingly trapped within thought. Eyes, however, follow the man's ethereal form as he turns, disappearing into the darkness of the night.
Jan 13 01:01:07 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah now stands, leaning his back against the brick of the same building, across from Club Hades. His face is dark, thoughtful, blue eyes staring directly at the concrete below him. The empty beer bottles have disappeared, and a lit cigarette hangs between his lips as he contemplates whatever it is such a man contemplates.
Jan 13 01:04:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gradually returning from the direction in which he disappeared into, Devon slowly comes into view through the throng of night life roaming the streets and waiting in front of various clubs and bars. A look of bother perplexing and concentration can be seen within his eyes, though the thoughts remain there, never shifting back down upon his face. For once, his arms hang down by his sides, swinging gently with each long stride taken. Spotting the waiter, the youth's path veers towards the man, approaching him slowly, as though not to break the waiter's train of thought.
Jan 13 01:08:34 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter reaches up with one hand, the other caressing the cigarette to his lips. His hand runs through the mess of raven-colored spikes atop his head, a grimace touching his lips to accentuate the gesture. Slowly his eyes close, his hands fall back to his sides, and his head lolls back against the brick of the building. He barely notices Devon approaching.
Jan 13 01:16:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Quietly, the willowy figure continues to walk towards the waiter, strides shorter and slower now, until he's standing right next to the waiter, though without any part of his body actually touching the brick. In silent his head tilts and shift, studying the almost sleeping man with mild interest, studying each breath drawn. Eye panning out into the crowd, there's a certain vapid look within his gaze, a blankness that vanishes when he returns to studying the waiter. Still, there's no expression to show this, no sense of affection, only a look that holds something, where once nothing showed.
Jan 13 01:21:42 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Your friend was interesting." Elijah's voice comes out in a stern, sober voice, tinged with darkness displayed in his expression. "And if my memory serves me right, which it doesn't, he wore a ferret above his upper lip." His eyes don't open until he is done speaking, and he pushes off the wall, turning to face Devon.
Jan 13 01:28:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Money makes eccentric friends.", is offered as a simple reply to the other man, though, the youth's tone is rather flat as the words are spoken. Head turning away from the waiter, the youth looks straight ahead, head tilting upwards slightly. "What you saw was a prosthetic. He was injured a while ago, and this was the best way to hide the deformity." Eyelids lowering over his gaze in an almost lazy manner, he says softly, "If you're thinking something...please say it." As easy as the words flow, there's a stiffness about the youth's posture, body held ridged.
Jan 13 01:40:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding once, it seems as though Devon is going to accept this as an answer and move on, eyes still looking up at the sky. Lapsing into silence, his head tilts upward even more, studying everything that rises far about his willowy frame. Suddenly, he questions, "What would you have done if I didn't know him?", in the same, simple and even tone. "It's alright to be aggravated you know." Head lowing once more, his neck arches slightly to look at the waiter, face still a mask of blank perfection. "Please, tell me what you feel, not what you think I'd like to hear."
Jan 13 01:45:08 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter turns back to stare at the willowy youth, his face lowered, shadows cast under his browline. "He insulted me. Cleverly." Elijah raises the cigarette, taking another drag from it, the tip glowing and sending orange light spilling over his features, twinkling in the blue of his eyes. "I wanted to tell him to fuck off." Elijah flicks the spent cigarette out at the street, moving closer towards Devon and placing a hand on the other man's neck. "Even though he was right."
Jan 13 01:53:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still watching his companion with a keen eye, the youth pauses for a moment in obvious thought. One brow raises slightly as he does so, though it drops once more as words begin to flow from his lips. "You're not... old money. You don't have the family ties and pedigree traced back to the colonization of this country." The words, obviously meant to be reassuring, come out with a sense of pride, the though of his lineage obviously pleasing the willowy form. Pausing for a moment, his throat is gently cleared. "You're only what you see yourself as...", is eventually added, an arm rising from the youth's slender side. Elbow bending against the lean form, a hand is placed over his companion's.
Jan 13 02:28:46 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I'm sure you could learn to like them. It just takes a different level of understanding." Devon's tone has a vague feeling to it, as though he holds a secret yet unknown. "What else were you thinking while I was gone?" The hint of something more seems to vanish with the words of the question, things shifting once more to a simple conversation of questions and answers. "The fact that you trust yourself to think...to feel...have you ever noticed that before? Each day, you become someone. Not just a face in the crowd. It takes will to be insulted and hold your tongue. Most wouldn't" Head tilting slightly to press against warm flesh, his eyes study the other man's face. 
Jan 13 02:43:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a long pause from Devon, as though this last question is one not expected. "Because I'm boring...", is finally supplied, the youth's eyes glancing upwards at the sky. "You, however, are interesting. But not a burden. If I wanted to get rid of you, don't you think I'd have done it by now?" Eyes flicking back to the warm body against his own. A slight lean is applied, one hand placed atop his companion's head, fingers gently weaving through the short black strands.
Jan 13 02:56:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There is a bit of honest pondering from the youthful form, no answer provided, other than a slight stiffening of his willowy form. Eyes blinking a few times, his tongue darts out for a moment to lick his own lips, as though savoring the taste of the kiss while deep in thought. "Let's make a deal. I'll tell you all about myself, give you every little detail that not even my sister knows, as you start finding out about YOUR self." A satisfied nod to nothing is used to punctuate the sentence. "Each time you find some confidence, an ability, a sense of worth, I'll give you my story in return." Looking around, then back to Elijah, he asks simply, "It that alright with you?"
Jan 13 03:13:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding in vague understanding, the youth lets out the slightest hint of a sigh, though there is a sense of amusement within the gaze soaking in all of the other man's features. Nothing is said in reply to his words, or even his leaving. Rather, a serene expression is presented within his gaze, face still hiding the secrets that live within his mind. "I care.", is finally stated, eyes meeting eyes. The words, once more, hold a commanding nature in their timbre. It's a command, said with power, yet in the end offered up as a ding in the armor. "Remember that." Head bowing polietly, a few steps are taken away from the wall and towards the thinning crowd.
Jan 13 21:18:44 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: People don't believe in Elijah.
Jan 13 21:47:27 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Donnie is smote with French/Viking wrath.
Jan 13 23:53:15 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: In front of the Ambiance de Ciel, a few wooden benches have been placed, most of which are usually flooded with those who are waiting to get in and have a turn at eating in the five-star dining place. Tonight though, just one man is sitting there, dressed in an older suit, three-piece and complete with a vest. It's green in color, a deep shade, with a trimming of black. His mahogany curls, ever-rebellious, have managed to find themselves tied back into a formidable semblance of a shoulder-length ponytail. He doesn't have a companion with him, but is apparently just thinking, from the notion of the distant look in his emerald, gold-striated eyes.
Jan 14 02:06:13 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 14 07:38:47 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Jan 14 11:51:26 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Don't think i've seen you in here before" The blonde man would say with a chuckle as he moved up to lean on the bar looking over at the girl, "Whatcha drinkin?"
Jan 14 12:52:03 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Thanks" he said simply looking down at the girl, "You took the words right out of my mouth" smirking he leaned down and softly kissed the side of the girls neck, "You're not just down here cause of my money are you?" he said with a chuckle, "Cause if you are i'm perfectly ok with that"
Jan 14 13:26:59 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Now that," she began with a soft chuckle. "Really IS the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me." Moving her hands to brace, she would push herself up enough to kiss him with a fierce passion while her legs wrapped around his waist.
Jan 14 13:45:41 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Are you planning to propose to me because I'm straddling you while topless?" Came the mildly sarcastic come back. "Because otherwise, I don't particularly care who you've killed or all of that." Shrugging to emphasive her point, the woman held herself up with her arms on either side of his head and waited for his reply with a smirk and one brow arched.
Jan 14 14:37:57 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 14 16:50:11 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "My first guess is someone on way too many drugs to count." Despite her smart return, the woman's eyes were wider than normal and he would be able to feel how tense her muscles were.
Jan 14 17:30:33 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Hah...Louie I think his name was" Gabriel would say as he sat back on the couch and looked over at the girl, "Is it wrong for me to have a crush?.. I mean you are so beautiful...everything about you... definately your body..but your attitude, the confidence you move with" he would shake his head as he sighed once more, "But.. maybe im just a 1000 year old fool"
Jan 14 17:40:48 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Amongst the rising, falling, pulsing sea of bodies, a handsome man dressed in dark blue jeans, black boots, and a black dress shirt dances, bouncing slightly on his feet as he moves to the music. His ebony hair is spiked, his face glistening with sweat as he intertwines with the other writhing bodies. The thump and pulse of the industrial music seems to guide his body as he moves, a subtle, reserved manner to his body's motions. He doesn't seem to be flailing about, but he is actively participating in the dancing. On both of his hands are a pair of worn, black leather bracelets, and a few black earrings adorn his left ear; doubtless these are souvenirs of his punk days.
Jan 14 17:48:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Through the roar of the music and the crush of club-goers, a certain figure can be seen wading through the crowd with slow and easy strides. However, it's not long before the crowd slowly begins to part, one particular one-eared figure slinking off as though physically beaten by one single, piercing glance. Cold eyes, calculating and detached, watch the scene with obvious pleasure, an air of recognized superiority surrounding what at first glances seems to be a rather young, slight form. Perhaps not even old enough to be allowed entrance in the first place. Steps slowing as an analytical look pans the crowd, flicking from face to face, a certain target seems to have been selected, th youthful form falling still and simply watching.
Jan 14 17:54:37 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The black-haired man continues dancing, apparently unaware of the sudden disturbance in the crowd of people. His thin body moves with the music, the black bracelets on his arm moving through the air at his waist, his spike-haired head moving back and forth. The lids of his eyes hide the dark blue of his irises, and he doesn't seem to notice Devon watching him, nor is he aware of his surroundings other than the reality of the dark music.
Jan 14 18:03:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Lithe arms hang casually at the willowy form's sides, hands resting motionless against denim-clad thighs. From time to time, a cautious glance is taken of the entire area, though cerulean eyes always return to the dancing figure, a myriad of emotions flowing through them before passing away all at once. Head tilting slightly to the side, golden curls frame the angelic face, the still form seeming, for a moment, almost like a statue of flesh and blood. One leg takes a long stride forward, carrying the form just a little further through the still-parted crowd. However, there is still space between him and the only other figure given any precious attention.
Jan 14 18:06:33 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Suddenly he begins to slow, breathing heavily, bouncing once or twice on his heels, as though to clear the energy running through his body. His eyes flutter open, revealing the dark blue irises staring out, and they seem to instantly fall on Devon. He stops moving to the music entirely then, reaching up one hand to rub his arm nervously, sweat standing out on his forehead and cheeks. He looks away, a heavy flush in his cheeks, head tilted in an embarrassed manner.
Jan 14 18:14:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head straightening, the youth takes a few more steps forward, eyes once more sweeping the young man's form in a slightly more personal manner than the almost vapid look usually applied to the surrounding world. Several more long, easy strides carry the willowy figure over to the black-haired young man, closing the distance between the two. One arm is extended, long fingers gently grasping at the man's chin, attempting to guide it forward once more, so that blue eyes might meet blue once more.
Jan 14 18:25:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's no true smile offered in return, nor is there's a friendly glimmer with in the youth's eyes. But there is a sense of recognition and even a hint of understanding in the gaze, full lips parting to return the greeting. "Hello Elijah.", is offered in a calm and even tone, voice just loud enough to be heard over the din of the music. The arm still by the youth's side rises slightly and bending at the elbow so that the free hand can gently cup at the hand upon his face, each movement careful and precise. Leaning in closer to the other form, he continues, "Are you happy today?"
Jan 14 18:32:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man shrugs, the bottom of his black shirt rising and falling, revealing a black belt fitted tightly around his thin waist. The blue jeans appear fairly old, though they've retained their color, and their fit to Elijah's legs. "I'm not feeling terrible." He replies, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Devon's. After this is done, he takes one of the other man's hands and turns, preparing to walk towards the bar for a rest, and, obviously, a drink. "I haven't had anything, so that might change. It just feels good to... let out my frustrations, I guess." He smiles weakly as he attempts to lead Devon through the crowd and towards the bar. "Sounds kind of lame."
Jan 14 18:44:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head shaking slightly, "No, it doesn't.", is offered in simple reply.  "Everyone becomes frustrated, and everyone finds a way to let it out." A hint of pondering can be seen within the youthful form's eyes, indecision wavering for a moments before he lapses into silence. Strides matching the other man's with obvious ease, the movement towards the bar is uneventful, the piercing glares into the crowd lost within a sense of inner turmoil. The mask of detachment remains in place, but for a moment there's a crack in it, though the only thing that shines through is the same darkness often found playing upon his lips and holding a dangerous glint within the sometimes daring gaze. "When you drink, smoke, do any drugs...what do you see? What draws you to it?" The question is posed in the same unassuming tone as usual, though it holds a slight edge.
Jan 14 19:04:09 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "So your actions on YOURSELF are designed to beat the system..." The words seem to be spoken in an almost experimental manner, studying the earrings that line the other man's ears. Eyes closing slightly, his gaze is shadowed, even from the fiery lighting. "Ever hear of Body Modification? A brunette brow raises slightly, glance studying the other's response with a sense of anticipation. "Better question, have you ever seen or tried it?" Almost as a hint, a slight glance is taken down at his own willowy frame and build.
Jan 14 19:07:48 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah slams the shot glass back down, breathing heavily as though the rush of alcohol is in itself an exercise. He turns back to stare at the willowy youth, looking the other man up and down. The smile slowly dies from his face, and curiosity takes its place. "Don't tell me you used to be a woman." The grin returns, and he leans in, allowing his forehead to fall lightly against Devon's. The warmth of the alcohol is already apparent through his sweat-slicked skin. "So what do you mean? Like, plastic surgery?"
Jan 14 19:18:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's the slightest sign of a rather deadpan and unamused expression upon Devon's face for several moments. "No. I was born male.", is stated in the same firm and rather expressionless tone has the look upon his fine features. "I was referring to the process of changing your body to fit your inner feelings along with defying society." Pondering once more shows within his eyes, the signs of interest in the subject making itself apparent. "Have you seen the 'Leopard Man' or 'Cat Man'? People who have changed their bodies through tattoos, piercings, brands, under-the-skin implants, and yes, even surgery." Drawing a slow breath before continuing, light pressure is applied to the forehead against his own. "It's defying society with your appearance."
Jan 14 19:22:19 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Leaving his alcohol for the moment, apparently deciding the feel of the other man is more important, Elijah begins to reply. "Yes. I've seen all kinds of people like that. It's amazing." He offers, his position hardly changing. "I used to go to a lot of punk shows back in my high school days. That's when I decided to get these." He raises his hand again, touching the black, spiked earrings through his ears.
Jan 14 19:37:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding against the gentle pressure, the youth lets out a quiet, 'Mhmm.', one hand rising up from his side to run a long finger over the black spikes with a soft and gentle caress. "I met a lot of people in Detroit who followed it almost as a religion. They believed they could reach a higher consciousness through it, and that the pain and pleasure brought enlightenment." Eyes still partially lidded, he continues, "While I wouldn't go that far, it's an interesting theory. Some actually traveled the world to find other forms of modification to guide them on their path. Another term occasionally used is Modern Primitive."
Jan 14 19:45:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His hand falls from his ear now, falling to rest on one of Devon's legs. "Yeah? I've always been interested in it, but not so far as to do it myself." He shrugs, leaning back, breaking the contact between their foreheads to knock back his second shot of vodka. Slowly he swivels back in his still returning his hand to Devon's leg, his dark blue eyes making contact with the other man's sky-blue ones again. "Do you miss it?" He asks, opening his beer without turning away, and after taking a quick drink he lowers the bottle to add, "Detroit, I mean."
Jan 14 19:59:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes wandering to roam the expanse of the room, the willowy figure slowly replies, "Occasionally." The tone is sincere enough, though there's no obvious longing within the words. "It was time to go though. I suppose you can say that I felt like I belonged here more at the moment." Looking back at his companion, he adds, "I might go back someday, if Morgan does as well. I think I need to be here now though. Kismet, perhaps." One broad shoulder shrugs lightly, the thinness visible though the light fabric of his shirt. Eye contact regained, his tone slides with it, velvety smooth now. "If you could go anywhere, where would you go?"
Jan 14 20:09:58 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah continues to stare intently into Devon's eyes, as though their blue depths might hold his answer. "Somewhere without humans." He says, breaking the gaze as whatever romantic emotions he may have been feeling drip away. He takes another gulp of beer, his hand lifting slightly from Devon's leg as his face darkens. "I don't fucking know. Spain? Fuck. Who cares. I thought LA would be cool, and I'd rather stick my dick in a meat grinder than talk to half the vain bastards here."
Jan 14 20:19:40 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Dizon hands Elijah a meat grinder
Jan 14 20:26:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming to be rather intrigued by this notion, Devon leans forward just slightly. "I've never been to Europe myself. Once I settle down, I prefer to stay where I am." Nodding once, his head tilts to the side slightly in an inquisitive manner, brilliant eyes glinting darkly now. "A new question then." Detached visage taking on a darker expression about it's angelic features, the youth continues, "Did you ever consider throwing a wrench into the system? A little action on something, or even someone else?"
Jan 14 20:34:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome, black-haired man looks back, his eyes meeting Devon's again. "I wanted to write some shit. Subtle, give the people who will listen," His arm rises in a sweeping gesture, while his other hand raises the beer to his lips. The sweeping hand gestures to the crowds pounding their way around the dancefloor, before he looks back after a loud gulp of beer. "More reason to hate. All of these conservative business fucks, all these high school kids looking forward to college, they don't fucking care. Their minds are one-track, get a happy fucking family and die with a smile and an erection." He shakes his head, setting the beer on the bartop while pulling out a cigarette. "I don't know if I ever had the balls to fuck up a cop, or to blow up a building, but I certainly wanted to. Still do."
Jan 14 20:45:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding politely at the black-haired figure, the willowy youth's expression offers no sign of disagreement or support. "Were you here, in LA, when the oil truck blew up? Or the bodies were found hanging from street lamps?" His voice is smooth and casual as the question is asked, head once more tilting to the side in the quirky, almost puppy-like manner the youthful form seems to take on from time to time. Once more, a brow is raised slightly, eyes studying the other man's face with intensity. One elbow rests upon a knee, and resting upon a pronounced collarbone, nail lightly tracing the pale and flawless skin covering it. No sign of the movement is seen at first, though red builds with each repetitive, almost compulsive action.
Jan 14 20:53:27 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah shakes his head slowly, lighting up his cigarette. "I wasn't here, but I read about them." With a slight frown he reaches forward, pressing his hand against Devon's, the one on his collarbone. "Why are you always doing that?" An ebony eyebrow rises on his forehead, and the cigarette is left between his lips so he can pick up his beer again.
Jan 14 21:06:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Doing what?" Tawney brows knitting together slightly in the faintest sign of confusion, the youth's head rights itself as his gaze travels downwards, eyes studying the hand upon his own, fingers flexing slightly in an experimental manner. Face relaxing, one should is shrugged in an answer rather lacking in the poise and insight of the questions he posed only minutes before. "Just a bad habbit I suppose.", is offered to suppliment the gesture, gaze traveling upward again. "We all have them." There's a somewhat far off look within brilliant eyes now, as though watching something not seen by the rest of the world. Blinking a few times, the daze is quickly broken and he whispers gently, "Thanks for noticing."
Jan 14 21:11:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's hand slowly slides off of Devon's, his fingers leaving a lasting touch as he turns back to the bar, his face darkening again. He takes a drink of beer, before setting his cigarette in an ashtray and leaving it there to burn. "Yeah. Bad fucking habits." He looks down the neck of the beer, inside at the alcohol, and sneaks a few glances of the man next to him now and then. "It's hard not to notice. It's like you're trying to dig a fucking cave." He smiles, reaching over to touch Devon's cheek lightly.
Jan 14 21:23:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming to almost not hear the final comment, the youth shifts his position somewhat, body pressing lightly against the warm figure next to him. "Elijah, if I asked you to do something for me, something small, would you do it?" There's an imploring looking within the gaze, a small bit of emotion rearing its head within a sea of detached and passive looks, words and actions. This question isn't the usual appraising ponderance, but rather something truely personal. The faintest hint of a blush illuminated pale cheeks for a whisper of a moment, adding to the beauty of the alabaster angel. Without waiting for an answer, the request is posed, tone slightly firmer now, though no less meaningful. "Write. Write what you want the world to know. Write what you were seeking to find years ago, what you would hand to all who might listen. Please." The last word is little more than a whisper, lips pressing against the other man's cheek, cool breath blowing across an ear before white teeth nip almost playfully at an earlobe.
Jan 14 21:32:33 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man sighs deeply, his head bowing slightly. As Devon's lips touch his cheek, he turns his head slightly, watching the other man out of the corner of his eye. "Fuck." He replies, raising the beer to his lips. "I've hardly got enough time to work and drink myself to death." He shakes his head, although a smile tugs at his lips, the other man's playful contact apparently pulling him out of whatever dark mood he was heading towards. "It'll be pure shit. You know that, don't you?"
Jan 14 21:42:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Have a little faith in yourself. I do." Eyelids lowering coyly, the angelic form gazes upon the man next to him. "Have I told you how lovely you are when you're happy?" Leaning in closer, a kiss is given, a little deeper this time, teeth lightly nipping upon a bottom lip in a playfully seductive manner. Both of the youth's lithe arms rise, hands reaching to caress the handsome young man's face with long fingers and a ghosting touch. One index fingers trails slowly and gently downwards from temple to cheek to chin, finally coming to rest upon his neck. "Absolutly lovely..." Voice trailing off, the youth's eyes trail downwards as well, studying the smooth neck of his companion.
Jan 14 22:00:13 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Slowly leaning back, away from Elijah, the willowy form slips away from the bar, one lithe arms outstretching slowly, index fingers beckoning the man with a 'come hither' motion, each easy step taken leading further towards the back corner of the club. No words are said, but eyes stare on with a dark desire shining within them. Rosy-pink lips curl into a slightly seductive smile, holding not just a dark grin, but a vague sense of danger. Each movement made has a predatory sense to it, though at the same time each motion is designed to be enticing. Narrow hips sway with each step taken, trim waist twisting so that pale flesh is visible between a bodice top and the low waist of jeans that barely cling to his slender form. The closer to the corner the more imploring the youth's gaze becomes, desire now clearly evident.
Jan 14 22:04:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The black-haired man raises an eyebrow, grabbing his beer and abandoning his smoldering cigarette as he follows after the other man. An amused grin slips onto his face, a blush rising in his cheeks as he fights his way through the gridlock of people to follow Devon to the back corner.
Jan 14 22:12:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: One in a suitable stop, Devon pauses in his movements, arms still outstretched. Pressing close to Elijah so that their chests touch, one arm is looped gracefully over the other man's shoulder, hand and palm carefully caressing the back of his neck with gentle stroking motions and running fingers though the shorter black hair, supporting the back of the young man's head at the same time. The other arm is brought down to the willowy form's side, hand resting softly yet firmly upon the other shoulder. Head tilting slightly upwards, he presses his lips to the other man's and another deep kiss is given.
Jan 14 22:16:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: After following Devon back to the corner, Elijah raises his eyebrows as he's pressed into, and simultaneously kissed for the second time. Naturally he accepts, wrapping his own arms around Devon's waist feebly, fingers barely touching the other man's back. His eyes close as all of this happens, his breathing slow, skin warm from the alcohol. His beer bottle is felt pressing into Devon's back after he's returned the hug, and he fumbles blindly to set the beer down safely.
Jan 14 22:22:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Slowly pulling away from the kiss, the youthful figure's neck turns slightly, leaning towards the other man's ear, whispering softly to him. "Close your eyes. Please. I promise you'll like this..." Voice trailing off seductivly, another light nip is applied to the man's earlobe, pulling gently at one of the piercings at the same time. Light kisses are now applied across a jawline, trailing down to the man's neck, cool breath flowing over the skin for a moment as eyes peer upwards for a moment, ensuring that the simple instruction has been followed.
Jan 14 22:24:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man's breath is quite audible now, leaning in to accept each press of lips from Devon, his eyes close, head tilting slightly to feel the press of lips against his jawline.
Jan 14 22:33:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Fangs sliding loose from their sheathes, Devon applies light pressure until they lightly pierce the smooth flesh of Elijah's neck in one swift motion. However, the drinking itself is slow and smooth, gentle sips being taken in a careful manner. As each drop is languidly drawn, fingers so gentle only moments ago begin to dig into the mortal man's skin, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to leave a lingering sense of a claim. Finally, one longer, deeper drink is taken at a more rapid pace, the single action speaking of both want and need at once. Slowly, almost lovingly, fangs retreat back into gums and a pink tongue takes a lingering swipe at the wound to erase any physical traces. A light kiss is planted on the spot before lips once more brush against the man's ear. "Remember...write for me.", is whispered, youth still cradling his head tenderly.
Jan 15 01:07:07 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 15 01:19:38 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Heading cautiously up the stairs from the bar below, Ella makes her way as quietly as possibly. She goes slowly, keeping her attention focused on the door ahead of her and any screaming or shredding sounds that may emanate from it. She tenses up as she reaches the door, drawing in a breath and holding it as she lifts her hand to knock lightly.
Jan 15 01:22:26 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Come in. Don't be scary. I have a gun..", Adrien Cross calls out, sitting in a large, leatherbound smoking chair, with, not-so-oddly, a cigarette resting in the corner of his foul mouth. He's clad in nothing but a white towel, and his black hair hangs about him, obviously having just removed himself from a shower that doesn't appear to exist. His middle is wrapped in a set of fresh bandages, and a large book with very small print is in his lap. It doesn't seem to have any picture, and he doesn't seem to have any crayons.
Jan 15 01:26:45 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The door creaks open just enough for the pale-faced paparazzo to poke her head in. She lits one eyebrow as she responds, "Um, I dunno if that line would actually scare off that beastly woman and her whip. I also somehow doubt they'd, you know, knock. More like a rat-a-tat-tat at your door, then they'd barge in like Jack Nicholson with an axe." She slides fully into the room and nudges the door shut behind her with one hell, never pausing in her diatribe, "After that it'd be all creepy twins, walls gushing blood, and HEEEEERE'S JOHNNY! We can't have that." She cants her head sharply to one side to peer at Adrien through her steely eyes, "How's the wound healing?"
Jan 15 01:31:53 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Then I'd fucking shoot her. In the face. With dragonsbreath. Then I'd face-fuck her with the barrel of my gun. And she wouldn't fucking get back up again..", Adrien admits, pushing the cigarette over to the corner of his mouth again, "..I don't run. And this is my house. And if that bitch wants to come in here while I'm here, we'll fucking dance, her and I..". He looks down, either at his book or at his bandaging for a moment, before giving Ella a wolfish smirk, "..It's healing. I've had worse..".
Jan 15 01:38:55 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..She might. In that case, I might just fucking date her..", Adrien admits, more than a little sarcastic about the sentence as it is spoken. The large book with the small print is closed, and the man tosses it onto the boards that comprise the floor, causing a loud thump, "..If there had been, there would be a lot more bullet holes in here, and a lot less Adrien. Let me tell you..".
Jan 15 01:46:06 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A lopsided smile crops up on Ella's face as she pushes a book out of her way with the toe of her tennis shoe. "I dunno if I'd be able to see the bulletholes with all the stuff around. It looks like you got ransacked while you were in the hospital, but you don't seem concerned so I guess it's all good. I was half afraid I'd come by and see you strung from the ceiling or bleeding out all over everything. But have no fear!," she states as she pats her messenger bag, "I was onmy way here to at least document what might have happened!"
Jan 15 01:52:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. At least when I fucking die, I can be content in knowing that I'll be famous..", Adrien remarks, his word slurring a bit, despite the lack of alcohol in his presence. It's obvious, once in better light, that the man hasn't slept in days. Large rings of black have formed beneath his eyes, and he seems lethargic. Several emptied bottles of Wake-Aid are scattered across the floor on the side of the chair that he is sitting in, "..I didn't get ransacked. I need to, though. Ransacking by a fucking maid or something..".
Jan 15 02:14:59 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Perhaps Adrien Cross doesn't have a high tolerance for being nagged at. Or perhaps, it's just a side-effect of not having slept in three days, but he pushes from his chair, spilling a .22 pistol on the ground, and actually yells, "..What the fuck do you want me to do then, huh? Fucking what the fuck in fist-fucking Faustus' Hell-hole do you want me to fucking do? Jesus Fucking Christ Cock!". With that out of his system, and his throat going a bit raw due to the combination of yelling and screaming, the man grabs the front of his towel to keep it in place, and walks over to his worktable, where the devilish little silver flask is. He begins to unscrew the lid, "..If she comes back, I'll kill her. And eat her fuckin' parents..", he mumbles.
Jan 15 02:21:36 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At first, all Ella can really do is lift both of her dark eyebrows as she listens to her surly host get a wee bit of vitriol out of his system. Her head tilts from one side to the other in a rather peculiar manner as she listens, one hand sneaking into her messenger bag to pull out a small memobook and a pen. She mouths a few of his words as she flips the tiny notebook open, writing down a few of the choice phrases for later use. She steals a glance at him as he shambles over and takes a swig of his preferred poison, her lips pressing into a long line. She then makes a rather impromptu decision and flips ahead in her little book, jotting down something else entirely. As she speaks, she slowly and quietly tears the last page free, "I just think it wouldn't be a good thing if you died," is her rather frank and simple response. While he still has his back to her, she sets the paper she wrote on down on the chair he wasn't sitting in.
Jan 15 02:26:55 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Death. That'd be nice about now. Get a bit of fucking rest and not have to worry at all..", Adrien mutters, running a hand through his wet hair, and pushing it back and out of his face. Several more sips are taken from the silver flask, before he caps it once more with the threaded-lid, and tosses the emptied container back onto the work-table. Maybe it's because of the yelling, but he doesn't turn around and look at the woman again. He, rather, just stares at the blank wall in an odd way, not moving, and not speaking much more past that, without a prompt to argue with.
Jan 15 02:36:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Before Ella can manage to leave, the shell of a man does manage to speak something without using a colorful 'alternative' word at all, "..You don't have to go. I need to sleep. I can't do it without letting down my guard, though..". Perhaps there is a small bit of hope for the asshole with more guns than braincells.
Jan 15 02:41:24 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Pausing with the door already open, the intrepid photgrapher turns her head and peeks over her shoulder at Adrien. "There's not enough room for two people to hang out here and plus it's pretty dangerous. I'm not so good being around that whole 'dangerous' thing. Buuuuuut," she draws out the word, her eyes looking pointedly from Adrien to the chair with the notebook paper and then back to him, "There's my address if you want to crash for a little bit someplace that I'm fairly certain is pretty safe. I have a futon and old pizza."
Jan 15 02:44:00 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Old pizza. My favorite..", Adrien admits, still not looking at the woman. He stands there for several more seconds, perhaps thinking on something or another, before finally, and simply, stating the word, "Fine.". He takes his hand off of the front of the towel, letting it fall to the ground, and then walks off into the bedroom, pale asscheeks exposed.
Jan 15 04:23:45 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I think I already did that a few times" He would say with a chuckle before looking down at the girl, his eyes once again scanning over her body slowly, "What else is on that list"
Jan 15 04:28:11 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Well then!" She replied as though stating the obvious. "Looks like the rest of the list say... Hmm! Fancy that... Make time with the hot blonde vampire!" Grinning up at him, she leaned against him and nipped at his collarbone. "What were YOUR plans?"
Jan 15 05:25:55 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Well" He would ask as he leaned down to softly kiss her lips once more before pulling away, blonde hair falling to cover his features, "What do you think"
Jan 15 05:45:18 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Let me say this, to come against me, is to come against an army an army that none of you are able to deal with..yes my physical body is nearly completely impervious to all normal types of harm" He would chuckle as he looked down at her, "And im not really worried about the voice of one person, there is no evidence that you can possible use to convince someone that I am anything more than a rich kid, with pretty hair" he would then smirk as he flipped through a few more tv channels, "But if you want to hunt.. know you hunt the hunter, and its hard to hunt what would be hunting you"
Jan 15 05:52:45 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Oh, I know I am..." She sighed, closing her eyes for a moment. "Maybe I'll tell you a story one day. I swear it was a horrible nightmare...but now I'm not so sure. I mean..." Peeking one eye open, she looked up at him as se asked, "If vampires and ghosts are real...why not other things, right?"
Jan 15 05:54:44 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Alot of things are real luv, a whole lot of things, Ghost, Vampires, Demons, Werewolves...other were-critters... Mages, all sorts of things that creep in the darkness that for the most part, mind their own business and wish to just exsist" Smiling he would chuckle noting her one eye opening, "Feel free to tell me a story anytime... so you ok now? ..not freakin out?"
Jan 15 05:59:03 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Well.. I guess it is eh?" He would say reaching down to trail his fingers down the girls back, "Its not everyday..." he paused to chuckle, "You steal the attention of the oldest most powerful vampire in the city... you should be pretty worry free right now"
Jan 15 06:03:38 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Fine by me, those whom I consider close friends I allow to call me such" He would say as he flipped a few more channels finally allowing the tv to rest on some old cheezy vampire movie, "So we know so little about each other.. perhaps we should change that?"
Jan 15 06:06:27 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Oh? What would you like to know?" Her gaze cut to the television and she laughed for a moment at his voice of media. "Wow...there's never anything on at this hour.." A shake of her head was given to the screen before her eyes once more went to to travel along his form in appreciateion.
Jan 15 06:07:50 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Where you from? how'd you grow up, what other than drinking and vampires do you like to do?" He said offering a very sly grin to her as he nodded, "Yeah... TV sucks... no pun intended" he would casually cast a glance toward the door before looking back at the tv.
Jan 15 06:29:04 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "You're the powerful, elder vampire." She reminded him. "I'd say that makes it your call. Me? I'm just a dog training...that was totally honest. Cept where I left out I work illegal dog fight rings and the occasional brawl with a sore loser." A light shrug was given. "You tell me how you'd like it to go, I'll tell you my feelings on it and we'll see if any of the points match, hmm?"
Jan 15 06:33:05 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Pffft! My babies don't need any help! None of em have lost yet." Clear pride evident in her voice. However, one brow would arch as she gave it a second though. "How would you do that though? Out of curiousity."  
Jan 15 16:20:22 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome, black-garbed man gasps in sudden ecstasy, first clutching the slender form of Devon to him passionately, before his hands go slack against the other man's thighs, and his eyes slide closed as the drinking commences. Throughout the process, his breath is heavy and warm in Devon's ear, quick, spasmodic moans of pleasure breaking forth from his lips now and then. When it is done he falls forward slightly, holding Devon's figure to him tightly.
Jan 15 16:32:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Tongue darting out to lick away any remains of the blood on his lips, the youthful form, eyes the peering with interest at the warm body resting upon his own. One arm still wrapped securely about the other man's shoulder, hand carefully cradling both head and neck, long fingers gently caress both hair and skin with light, almost teasing, strokes. Other hand now pressed between their bodies, a slight wiggle of digits brings a wide palm over his beating heart, eyes almost closing for several moments. "I knew that you would like this.", is whispered in a velvety tone, voice growing even softer as the words, "You're so warm...", all simply murmured through barely parted lips. Another light kiss is applied to the now-healed place of the bite before the youth falls as still at his companion.
Jan 15 16:41:03 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: After a few more moments of heavy breathing, one of Elijah's hands rise, pressing against the back of Devon's head, fingertips feeling the golden locks there. "That... was better..." He begins, whispering into the other man's ear, his warm cheek pressed against Devon's. "Than the first time I shot up." A little chuckle escapes his lips now, something released after a moment of great tension, a relieved, satisfied thing. He kisses Devon's cheek, a few more chuckle's slipping from his mouth, before he leans back and nearly falls to the ground.
Jan 15 16:54:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Supporting Elijah's whole form with relative ease, Devon, offers a sigh smile to the other man, a rather secretive sense about the minor show of expression. "Just keep this between you and me, alright?", is whispered, a hint of imploring within the words. One tawny brow raises slightly, though the youth's eyes are visibly clouded with pleasure much akin to his companion's. "You're beautiful like this." Fingers continue to caress the warm skin beneath delicate fingertips, as though soaking up the heat his own body lacks. "Almost intoxicating..." The words seem to hold a double meaning now, as slight traces of inebriation begin to enter the normally gentle tone.
Jan 15 16:59:24 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah smiles faintly, pressing his hands against Devon's thighs, running them up his sides and his back, pressing his forehead against the other man's. "So was that like... some pr-... p-pressure point trick or something? Fucking amazing." He chuckles again and plants a kiss on Devon's lips, the blend of alcohol and minor blood loss giving him an intensely drunken mannerisms.
Jan 15 17:13:34 :: (GC) Dizon forced Siol to wiznet I am wrong. I am sorry Endy and Dizy
Jan 15 17:14:00 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to ooc -raises their hand-
Jan 15 17:15:52 :: (GC) Siol forced Elijah to quit
Jan 15 17:15:57 :: (GC) Endymion forced Siol to quit
Jan 15 17:16:01 :: (GC) Dizon forced Siol to quit
Jan 15 17:16:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding against the other man's forehead, Devon replies, "Similar in some ways. In the end, it was really just a kiss." The same secretive smile continues to dance over his lips as he speaks, own voice still continuing to show the same hints of alcohol consumption. "I think you need to sit down.", is added as a slightly shaky step is taken away from his companion, body angled towards the nearest seat. Eyes glancing around in an almost neurotic manner, he squints slightly, one hand pulling away from Elijah, arm raising slightly so that his hand can reach upwards, fingers instantly moving towards his own collarbone, beginning to trace is with obvious pressure.
Jan 15 17:17:10 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A Pentagon appears.
Jan 15 17:17:37 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: The Pentagon prosecutes A Pentagon for copyright infringement. There's not at least seven differences.
Jan 15 17:35:05 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Stopping mid-stride, Devon's head turns slightly to look at Elijah, eyes studying each movement made by the black-haired figure. Turning back around, a slight nod is offered to nobody in particular, before a few quick steps carry the willowy form over to the booth. A narrow hip leans against the table's edge, providing a slight amount of stability to the vaguely swaying form. Gaze turning downwards to look at the youth man, brilliant eyes blink a few times, holding a sense of curiosity. Eyelids droop lazily, lashes brushing against his cheeks, the red lighting casting strange shadows. "You're drunk, be careful.", is given as advice, though the words carry the faintest hints of a slur.
Jan 15 17:50:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I wasn't anywhere...", is muttered out softly, though the words seem to die upon his lips. Blinking once more, Devon's smile quickly fades, eyes flicking back and forth between Elijah and himself a few times. The realization seems to hit suddenly, a worried look entering the brilliant, though cloudy, gaze. "Just some wine with a friend..." Once more, the words trail off, though this time it's to hide the slur within them. Look panning the crowd once more, he whispers, "Just don't tell anyone." His head turns away slightly, shoulders visibly tensing.
Jan 15 17:51:30 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Dante is dropped from a cloud in the heavens, noose around his neck. It snaps just seconds before pulling taught, though. He's escaped!
Jan 15 18:04:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still seeming to be thinking a little slower than normal, the youth pushes off from the table with a hip in one careful motion. "Family problems.", is muttered quickly, nail beginning to scrape against his collarbone with a little more force now. Turning around, his knees bend easily until he's perched neatly upon the seat, one leg being drawn up to his slender chest in an easy motion. One arm drapes lazily over and around his knee, fingers tugging lightly at the denim.
Jan 15 18:08:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His spike-adorned head stays in its tilted position as he raises his lighter, flicking the flame into being with his thumb to light the cigarette. His expression becomes grim suddenly, and he turns away, smoke flitting from his nostrils and floating off. "Fuck. I'm sorry. Hey, don't let me grow on you." He looks back at Devon, quite drunkenly, eyes glazed over, though there is a genuinely pleading look on his features. "I don't want you to start getting fucked up and going down the wrong path because of me... You're still young."
Jan 15 18:19:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head shaking slightly towards the other man, Devon comments in a somewhat idle tone, "Not to sound like everyone's gun-waving lunatic, but age isn't exactly a factor for me." Cheek laying down to rest upon his knee, he continues, "You've already grown on me. Ask around. I don't exactly make friends with every person who I meet on the street..." Eyelids continuing to droop lazily, he looks at the figure beside him. "Hell, if you see a one-eared man around here, ask him." A dark, almost dangerous look creeps over the angelic visage. "Funny story really. Remind me to tell it to you later."
Jan 15 18:33:57 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I shouldn't talk...I might become less boring.", is muttered, lips moving more against the material of his jeans than towards the man the comment is aimed towards. However, the piercing gaze remains trained on Elijah, eyes not seeming as hard for once. "Who have you met in this city so far? Besides Morgan and I, that is." Curiosity tinges the words, shielding them from the hollow and detached tone usually taken by the willowy form. The question still has an analytical feel to it, as though each word has been weighed and measured, but it rings with true caring.
Jan 15 18:38:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man shrugs, reaching up to pull at the collar of his black shirt as he contemplates, smoke rising around him in little tendrils. "Eh.. That violinist guy that beat that girl. Donovan the douche." At the last name, Elijah snorts quite audibly, ashing his cigarette onto a table ashtray. "Uhmmm..." His blue eyes roll back as he thinks, the hand on Devon's neck beginning to massage the skin and muscle there, gently. "This tabloid lady, can't remember her name. I threw a bottle into a crowd and she snapped a bunch of photos of me. Kinda did her a favor, she probably got the front page, all those glass-covered actress whores."
Jan 15 18:52:13 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Jan 15 19:01:23 :: (GC) Dante rposed: "You're telling me that you wouldn't have continued playing anyway? Please, go ahead. It's the least i can do. I know what it feels like to be a down on your luck artist." he says with another warm smile. His glance shifts to the passing girl for a moment. He turns back to johnny "But i'd be more than happy to hear something else"
Jan 15 19:07:33 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding against his leg, Devon sighs out, "Before you get the wrong idea, the man didn't beat that girl. I know both of them." Head rising slightly, he studies his companion's reaction to each word spoken. "She's prone to seizures. The music it what did it to her."  An almost glassy look overtakes the youth's gaze now, as he continues, "But don't touch her, or the other girl. The one with purple hair." Lips move, but no words spill from them for several moments, until, "Or her, or him, or them...", can be heard. Gaze having wandered away from Elijah, the you's eyes now sort through the crowd.
Jan 15 19:20:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head shaking a little, Devon gives no real answer, simply replying, "Just...don't. But always be polite. Always. Manners are import." Head lifting somewhat, eyes once more turn their attention onto the black-haired young man. "Trust me." The words have force behind them, perhaps more than the simple command needs to back it. "This is why I shouldn't drink..." Eyes almost rolling now, they simply fall shut. "Your hands are so warm. Or maybe I'm just always cold. That's probably closer to the truth."
Jan 15 19:33:49 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man watches closely, his hand retreating slightly. He places the backs of his fingers against Devon's cheek, allowing the warmth to spread from skin to skin. "Why?" He asks, leaning in and wrapping that same arm around Devon's shoulders, before pressing the right side of his face against Devon's, the lingering smell of tobacco and vodka on his breath. "I mean, why're you always so cold?"
Jan 15 19:39:34 :: (GC) Dizon forced Dante to quit
Jan 15 19:44:23 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes still partially closed, "Genetics.", is slurred out in a mildly drunk manner. Cheek once more pressed to his knee, Devon softly clears his throat. "It runs in my family." The arm looped about his leg raises up slowly towards his collarbone, a nail taping softly at it several times in a rather sporadic manner, no particular rhythm within the motion. "I think I'm starting to warm up though." The words do have a certain coyness to them. Eye opening a little more, Devon looks into Elijah's eyes with a hooded gaze, languid within its slight motion. Skin still pale beneath the fiery lighting, a fait blush does warm the rounded apples of his cheeks, Golden curls framing the angelic face.
Jan 15 19:53:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah smiles faintly as his eyes note the slight blush in Devon's cheek, and he leans back, making eye contact with the other man while bringing the cigarette to his lips, the hand around Devon's shoulders rubbing his arm gently. "Do you.. Want a cigarette? Might warm... Ah fuck." he says, shaking his head and using his cigarette hand to hit himself in the forehead, while moving to pull his arm from around Devon's shoulders, as though he's too ashamed to even touch the other man. "I'm sorry.. No, you don't want a cigarette. Don't fucking smoke. You'll get lung cancer."
Jan 15 20:04:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Stop saying sorry. If someone shot you, I think your last words would be an apology for being in the way of their bullet." Devon's eyes open fully now, head lifting from his knee, both arms rising up so that hands can cup both sides of Elijah's face. "Don't apologize for being you. NEVER apologize for being you." A certain fervor shows within brilliant eyes, overriding the clouded look of alcohol and the almost lazy sense provided by the club's atmosphere. "What happened to the hatred of everyone just following the lines drawn by society?" Pausing for a moment, an idea seems to strike the youth. "What would you do if you woke up one day, looked out at that crowd, and realized that you were above them?"
Jan 15 20:09:03 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah stares at Devon, seemingly as he's got no other choice, his face held by the other man. His cigarette burns down in his other hand as he contemplates, before blinking once and saying, "You're the only one I apologize to." His face becomes blank as he stares, simply allowing his head to be held by Devon. "I don't know. Elevation is... fucking confusing. It's perception. I mean, I could say I'm above them just because I say fuck them, and fuck traditions. Fuck society. But then others would say I'm just living in the underbelly, deep down. So fuck. Fuck perfection, fuck elevation, eh?" He grins, his head moving forward so he's able to plant a quick kiss on Devon's lips, before he leans back again.
Jan 15 20:17:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Hands falling away from Elijah's face, Devon nods slightly a few times before responding, hands still hanging somewhat in the air. "Perception...just perception. Of course." The words, slurring just slightly, have an unconvincing air to them. But there's a glimmer within the often appraising eyes of the youthful form, seeming to hold a note of hope. "What do you believe in Elijah? Not just religion, but myths and legends. Will a monster appear if you speak to a mirror in the dark three times? Or do you think a dark stranger will come and sweep you away into the night?" One tawny brow arches slightly as the question is asked, lingering in the position for a little longer than the youth's usually vague expressions.
Jan 15 20:44:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding in a manner both approving and reassuring in its nature, Devon's head tilts to the side slightly as he listens to Elijah speak. "I think, no, I'm sure there's something greater than us. I've always thought that. It's not so much a religion, but a state of mind I suppose." Head straightening, a shoulder is shrugged, the simple action accented by the grace within his unique build. Eyes glancing over his shoulder in an almost neurotic manner, he leans in closer to Elijah, bending slightly at the waist and lowering his leg in the process. The dark glint of interest and somewhat twisted hope still visible within his eyes, he asks quietly, "Do you believe in the supernatural? That there really is a reason to fear darkness?" Neck twisting a little, the youth shifts both his weight and position, kneeling upon the knee of the leg on the seat. Arms drop too, wide palms pressing against the seat's surface so that the willowy frame is almost on all fours, one leg dangling off the booth. Beginning to almost crawl towards the other man with smooth and even motions, a dark smile play upon full lips, the angelic form taking on an almost predatory sense. "Do you believe that there's something out there that can turn your towards a darker path?"
Jan 15 20:57:47 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyelids lowering in a coy fashion lashes bat against Devon's slightly flushed cheeks now, sooty lashes contrasting against the rosy blush. "Do you think you could get addicted to that kiss I gave you on the neck? That I could turn you into something dark with enough attention?" The words, still sounding a little slurred in their timbre, are velvety smooth, edged with a seductively dark undertone. "Could I be your new addiction?" Inching ever closer, the willowy figure is almost within his companion's lap now, eyes drifting from the other man's eyes to his neck with a sense of longing. A tongue sneaks through full lips, licking them slightly as they continue to hold the glimmer of a dark smile. Curls now falling around his face, neck and shoulders, the pale colors are tinted in shades of fire. "Do you think that you could find the time to take a look?"
Jan 15 21:12:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Everyone has some darkness within them. That's what gets me in here. That's what enabled me to charge at a man with a gun without even blinking." One arm rises from the seat, raising up towards the other man's face, long fingers caressing the other man's temple and cheek with slow and purposeful strokes. "It's a strength that you have more of than most people I've met. You're so strong and powerful, but you're afraid of it. Don't be." Moving with smooth and swift motions, the willowy youth sits down within his companion's lap, legs curling up beside him on the seat. The hand caressing the other's face ceases in it's motion as the other arm rises, both wrapping about his shoulders and neck with a soft yet firm touch. "I want you to be part of my world. All of it. After all, I'm already addicted to you."
Jan 15 21:16:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man watches this, feels Devon's hands on his shoulders and neck, a slight blush rising in his cheeks. There's a change in him, sobriety, perhaps, the gravity of the situation dispersing the fog of alcohol in his eyes. He stares crisply at the other man in his lap, reaching with one hand to touch the black, spiked earrings adorning either ear, a symbol of whatever darkness the youth sees in him. He doesn't seem to be able to speak, and he licks his lips rather compulsively as his arms move forward, wrapping around Devon and pulling his slender form into him.
Jan 15 21:29:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Own body finally seeming to have a slight sense of warm to it, the willowy form settles down against the black haired young man, gaze peering deeply into the other's eyes, as though searching for something. Perfect, white teeth nip at his companion's bottom lip, the action a little harder and less playful than in the past. No words being spoken, his head lowers and delivers another nip to the side of his neck, tongue snaking out and flicking against the spot afterwards. "What do you say? If you want to talk my offer, to be what you dream of, this is your chance." Head leaning back slightly, he pauses for several moments before continuing. "Or you can back out now. Just let this be a little fling, some fun and nothing more. Friends that pass on the street and just wave to each other, maybe talk about the weather if there's time." Looking point-blank into Elijah's eyes, Devon states clearly, "If you want me, you take all of me. That is, if you'll have me."
Jan 15 21:33:24 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah shakes his head, his eyes going wide for a single moment, before narrowing again as the blush in his cheeks rise, the result of Devon's playful nipping at his lip. "No. I don't want to forget you like that." His hands pull around the angelic youth's back, pressing against his chest and moving upward. There's a tiny shiver running through Elijah's body, but he begins to settle, and becomes quite calm after staring into Devon's sky-blue eyes with his own considerably darker shades of blue. "I don't think it's respectful to say 'I'll have you'. I should be so lucky that you're even.. interested in me."
Jan 15 21:43:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The corner of Devon's full lips curl into a slight smile, his head nodding slightly towards Elijah. Leaning in to lightly press their foreheads together, he whisper very softly, "If you're sure, I need to ask a thing or two of you. Simple really, but important. It has to do with my family. If you can't keep a secret, both of us will be in trouble." Hands unclasp from about Elijah's neck, and hands press against his shoulders, moving downwards onto his chest, fingers moving with gentle, ghosting motions. "Can you keep a secret for me? Please?"
Jan 15 21:46:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah stares flatly into Devon's eyes, the flush growing in his cheeks as the other man's hands run along his chest, and he states with absurd conviction. "Yes.... But.... Are you going to ask me to marry you?" He raises an eyebrow, the ghost of a grin displayed on his lips, and his hands move to wrap around Devon's back again, although he's clearly confused at whatever is taking place. "I'm so-.... Go on. Yeah, I can keep a secret. Promise."
Jan 15 21:51:32 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A gentle coughing sound, much akin to a soft laugh, is released by the youth. "No marriage. Rather the opposite in public. Don't tell anyone about us unless they ask. Even then, say that it's casual. My family has enemies, and they might hurt you to get to me." Drawing a soft breath, he continues, "Anything I tell you about my family stays between us. If you're asked, say you don't know anything." Nodding slowly, as though encouraging Elijah to do the same, he awaits an answer.
Jan 15 21:57:29 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah nods in return, his forehead barely bumping against Morgan's, in their closeness. "Alright..." He answers, as though unsure of himself. "I wouldn't say anything. But... Are you in the Mafia?" A raven-colored brow rises slowly, and he lets out a little sigh at his own inquiries.
Jan 15 22:08:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Shaking his head against Elijah's, the youthful form replies gently, "No, though it is a bit different than most. In fact, this club is owned by friends of my family. It's a surprisingly safe place to be. If you ever feel like something is wrong, that someone is acting strangely, come here and merge with the crowd. Don't run though, just walk. Remember, it's safer to be a face among many than to stand out." Head pulling away from the other man, the youth blinks once, piercing gaze seeking to lock with the man's own. "There's one last thing. This is the make-or-break moment. If you want to step back, do it now. I like you Elijah, I really do, but I have a secret that I will do anything to keep." Eyes narrowing slightly, he repeats the word. "Anything." Tone cutting, with a deep sense of foreboding, the word is left to hang in the air. The angelic visage continues to look on with deep-seated interest, though the already stoic form is more serious than ever.
Jan 15 22:23:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Having listened to Elijah's frustration wordlessly, his willowy form unmoving though it all, Devon nods once. Looking deeply into the other man's eyes, a dark smile graces the angelic countenance. A true smile, not the slight grin sometimes playing upon his lips or the gentle tugging at the corners of his mouth, but a real and true grin. The sweet expression fits the lovely face, as fangs descend from his gums, their sharpness glinting dangerously beneath the lighting. "Like I said Elijah, age isn't much of an issue to me, and this is not a normal family."
Jan 15 22:29:09 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: There's a definite loosening of Elijah's embrace of the other man, perhaps felt as his hands fall away from Devon's back. He stares quite openly at the fans, though his mouth remains closed, set, muscles in his neck working visibly as he gnaws at the inside of his cheek. "Fuck. Optical illusion, right? I'm tripping off some shit you slipped in my drink, this whole time." He smiles, as though the absurd thought is comforting, and his hands once more rise to caress Devon's form to his own. "Or those are... fangs. And I don't know what to say. Maybe I shouldn't talk. Do you think? Should I be quiet? I don't know. Maybe I'll stop talking." This plethora of thoughts is stated as he stares dully into Devon's eyes, still holding the other man's back, unsure of what to actually do. One thing is certain, he does stop talking.
Jan 15 22:40:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "They're very much real. And apparently very pleasurable from your last encounter with them." Tongue running over his front teeth in a slow and languid motion, the fangs continue to glint, the perfect whiteness turning to red beneath the lighting. "I'm real too, and this is real Elijah. It's still me. Perhaps even more-so. I take pride in telling the truth, and this is one secret that's been bothering me for a while." After a few more moments of silence, the fangs once more ascend into their sheathes, the deadly weapons no longer visible. Willowy frame leaning against the other man, the youth watches him with a cautious gaze, Arms shifting their position so that his hands can reach for Elijah's wrists, holding each in a firm grip. "I can force you to accept this, to make you loyal to me. But I don't want to. I want to know that this, that WE, are real and not just a trick of the mind. Can you do this for me? Can I let you go and allow you to walk the streets with my secret safe?" One eyebrow raises slightly in questioning, as the willowy form leans back slightly.
Jan 16 00:08:59 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 16 00:25:59 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As her new houseguest sleeps away the caffeine overload and the horrible wound in his gullet, Ella paces silently on her bare feet through her apartment. She pauses at intervals to stare out the window, or up at the glittering crystals attached to it, radiating the light from the street below into a hundred different rainbows. In her hand she holds her cell phone, still contemplating calling for another round of pizza or chinese.
Jan 16 00:47:00 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The sounds of Regina Spektor and her piano flit through the room, as if blown on a non-existant breeze of ill omen, to tease and probe at the sensitive hearing of Adrien Cross. Despite barely knowing where he is, and still having a massive headache, he mumbles, "..Oh God. Shitty music..". He picks up his brown leather bomber jacket and wraps it around his head, leaning back against the futon. A muffled groan can be heard to come from within the folds of the garment.
Jan 16 00:51:58 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Shifting just her eyes to peer out of the corner of them, Ella chuckles, "Everyone's a critic, right? Sometimes the music is good, sometimes the lyrics are good, sometimes it's just listenable when the video is on because the guy is worth watching. Music all so relative." It's only then that she turns fully around, her thumb gliding over the ipod in the pocket of her cargos to silence it for the moment. "I feel so FBI with this earpiece in. Kinda strange to me." She strolls casually to the futon and perches her rear on the armrest. "So how do you feel now?"
Jan 16 00:56:20 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The man mumbles something into the material of his jacket. It's tough, but it might have been, "..Yeah. I watch it for the men..". Unwrapping the leather jacket from around his head, he tosses it to the side and rubs at his dark eyes, "..Better. Hungry. Really fucking hungry..". He pushes his black tie to the side and begins to unbutton his shirt in an attempt to get at the mid-section bandage that's been plastered there for the past few evenings.
Jan 16 01:09:21 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With the earpiece still clinging to her ear, Ella turns around with a pizza box in her hand and a confused look on her face. "I didn't quite catch that.." she murmurs, her brow furrowing as those grey eyes bore right into Adrien, leaving some doubt as to whether or not she truly did hear what he said. With very careful and cautious steps, she brings the box to the dinette table, her eyes never leaving Adrien's face.
Jan 16 01:20:42 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I don't drink Soda. Water..", Adrien admits. It only takes him three bites to finish the slice of pizza that he's pulled out, and he seems to do it without a problem at all, and without spilling a single crumb from the thing. He doesn't move from his spot on the other side of the dinette table, at this point, but still, he doesn't let his dark sights leave the woman for even a split second, lest it is a blink and nothing more. He finishes pulling his tie off, though, and tosses it onto the table.
Jan 16 01:25:27 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Without saying a word, Ella slowly nods her head and turns around only long enough to fetch a bottled water from the fridge. "You don't drink soda but you'll down that caffeine like crazy in pill form?" she asks, trying to ease the tension she feels, her face flushing just a bit at the intensity of the gaze fixed on her. She sets the bottle on the table in front of him, her eyes distracted briefly by the absence of his injury, though they shoot back up to his face the moment she notices her mistake.
Jan 16 01:33:54 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Looking to make a temporary but swift escape, Ella slips past Adrien as he hovers over the trashcan. She tries to keep her footsteps as quiet as possible, even though she's just a few feet from him. "Does that mean you don't eat anything sweet? No cheesecake? No tiramisu? No ice cream?" she asks incredulously, once she thinks she past him.
Jan 16 01:39:05 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I don't even know what the fuck a tiramisu is..", Adrien admits, tracing a hand around his stomach for a moment, and feeling, as if to ensure that it is real, that his wound is gone from his stomach. No reaction can be seen due to this, for his back is still turned. "..I'm so fucking tired of pussyfooting around..", he admits, turning around and grabbing Ella by the shirt as she attempts to sneak past him. His grip strong and secure, and her weight negligable, he jerks the woman to him with no problem at all, wrapping his lips around her own and kissing her with all of the hotblooded Rage that is instilled within him.
Jan 16 01:43:00 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The reaction to this is instantaneous, with Ella squirming and fighting against the Rage-filled passion that threatens to drown her. Her wide, startled blue-grey eyes stare at Adrien with shock, as she makes a feeble attempt to push him away. A whimper dies in her throat as her heart thuds so hard it seems as if it might burst from her chest completely.
Jan 16 18:04:39 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "They're very much real. And apparently very pleasurable from your last encounter with them." Tongue running over his front teeth in a slow and languid motion, the fangs continue to glint, the perfect whiteness turning to red beneath the lighting. "I'm real too, and this is real Elijah. It's still me. Perhaps even more-so. I take pride in telling the truth, and this is one secret that's been bothering me for a while." After a few more moments of silence, the fangs once more ascend into their sheathes, the deadly weapons no longer visible. Willowy frame leaning against the other man, the youth watches him with a cautious gaze, Arms shifting their position so that his hands can reach for Elijah's wrists, holding each in a firm grip. "I can force you to accept this, to make you loyal to me. But I don't want to. I want to know that this, that WE, are real and not just a trick of the mind. Can you do this for me? Can I let you go and allow you to walk the streets with my secret safe?" One eyebrow raises slightly in questioning, as the willowy form leans back slightly.
Jan 16 18:09:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man's hands shoot out, his dark blue eyes suddenly wide as both hands grab either of Devon's shoulders, almost pushing the other man away from him. "Are you what's wrong with the world?!" He whispers in an urgent, terrified tone, staring wild-eyed at Devon's angelic face. After their eyes meet, however, this sudden burst of fear and anger melt, and the hands clasping Devon's shoulders move to his back, pulling him into Elijah again as he whispers frantic apologies. "Oh fuck, I'm sorry Devon. I didn't mean that. You're Devon." Suddenly he pushes the youth's unique figure away again, more madness burning in his eyes. "What the fuck? You're... What the fuck are you? What the fuck?" His voice isn't loud by any means, as though he remembers Devon's question of security.
Jan 16 18:20:06 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Blinking seems to be the preferred response to the mixture of reactions a slight nod of silent understanding offered from time to time. Body held fairly stoically, Devon just watches him companion with a sense of curiosity, an analytical gaze watching each motion with child-like wonderment. "This isn't your world. Not here, and not now. You're in a new one, and if you can't accept that..." The words once more hang in the air, no humor or good nature within them. "I'm sorry if you're disappointed in me.." A more professional demeanor takes over the often childish voice, balanced and even.
Jan 16 18:24:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man's expression drop a little as Devon speaks, and he raises a hand, pressing it's warmth against Devon's left cheek. "I'm not disappointed in you..." He seems to forget the actual state of things at that moment, a mixture of shame and that same, oddly lovestruck look passing through his handsome face. "Um... That thing you did with my neck..." He leaves the fractured question at that, waiting for Devon to fill in the obvious blank for him, though it's obvious he already knows the answer.
Jan 16 18:33:27 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "It's only fair if when you drink, I drink." Head tilting to the side a bit, the youthful form continues to watch Elijah with interest, eyes sweeping his form repeatedly. "I think that, from that statement, you can guess the answers to your earlier questions." Slender chest not even twitching with breath, the rosy glow upon pale cheeks once more fades to a cold, alabaster perfection. "Why I'm always cold, why I never talk about myself, or even eat." Leaning in a little closer, a slight sigh is obviously forced out. "You're smarter than you think Elijah. You have the clues. Enjoy them." Lips twisting into a dark, smirking expression, head leans closer to the other man's ear, teeth nipping the air this time with an audible 'click'. "Don't be afraid. I don't bite hard, do I?" 
Jan 16 18:41:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: This seems to remind Elijah of the earlier feeding, and he lets out a shaky breath, overwhelmed, and reaches a hand up to clutch the back of Devon's neck. His fingers touch the cold skin there, moving up to feel the hair on the man's head, his other hand held against Devon's back. "No... You bite... ridiculously erotically..." He draws in another slow breath, beginning to shake slightly as Devon's lips and teeth near that sensitive area between ear and neck. "Holy shit... I can't believe I'm attracted to a vampire man." His voice is extremely low, and he almost grins, remembering his earlier statement on the subject of his recent homoerotic encounters.
Jan 16 18:58:51 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Which brings up another subject. Do you care enough to keep this to yourself? Can you garantee me that you won't say something when drunk, or accidently brag?" The youth's lithe arms rise upwards slowly, each movement flowing into the next with ease until his pale hands come to rest upon the other's shoulders with a firm grip. "I don't want to force you to keep quiet, but if I need to I can and will." Tone growing a bit softer now, the next words are whispered with care. "Or Morgan will do it for me." Eyes glance around in a cautious, almost suspicious gaze, before once more returning to the handsome young man's face.
Jan 16 19:11:57 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 16 19:15:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding against the crook of Elijah's neck, a slight nuzzle of affection is given. "I'm going to put faith in you Elijah. Not just because I like you, but because you deserve it." Head pulling away slightly, Devon once more looks his companion in the eyes. "I don't trust many beings in this world.", is stated gently yet firmly, long fingers still grasping the other man's shoulders with a bit of force. "You should trust yourself more. It will help in this world." Head turning away just slightly, the youth's brilliant gaze once more turns to the club, seeming almost to slip into a daze. "But you'll need more than just my trust to make it through." Head swilving quickly, Devon once more studies the other man. "You might just hate me in the end."
Jan 16 19:34:50 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The black-haired man practically purrs as Devon nuzzles against his neck, and he meets the other man's gaze with his dark blue eyes. "Why the hell would I hate you? You've... cared more than any person I've ever met." He glances away, a blush rising in his cheeks as he stares at something random and unimportant in the club, averting his gaze from Devon's face. He mutters out his next statement, "I don't care if you have fangs.. You're more real to me than all these other people."
Jan 16 19:47:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: One hand releasing its grip on Elijah's shoulder, Devon's arm rises upwards, a thumb gentle stroking his cheek several times with a light touch. "As peaceful as a world of just you and me would be, things might get boring rather quickly." A serious look enters brilliant eyes, making them seem just a little colder and harder. "After all, I'm not the only one sporting fangs in this city. There's a lot more out there besides my family and I. There are going to be trials in your life now. There's going to be danger and even more, pain." Head rising slightly, the youth positions his gaze above the other man's, enabling him to look down at the other figure. "My world's more about bloodshed than kisses."
Jan 16 19:55:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah stares up at Devon, the reality of the situation giving him a grave expression. "Trials?" He says, his tongue snaking out to quickly moisten his lips, before it disappears back into his mouth. "Bloodshed?" A raven-colored eyebrow rises slightly on his forehead, his dark blue eyes moving upward to stare into Devon's elevated face. There isn't exactly fear there, but doubt, perhaps in himself.
Jan 16 20:11:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding once is a rather solomn manner, a slight, though unnecessary, breath is taken. "That man, waving the gun at you, he's dangerous, and he has allies. If it were up to them, I'd be tortured, then killed for my beliefs and those of my family." Darkness clouds the youth's eyes now, a strong sense of hatred radiates about his willowy form and his fine jaw line clenches visibly. Head shaking a few times, wispy golden curls frame the angelic face once more as the obvious signs of anger slowly dissipates. "If you see him again, come here. Never make eye contact with him, or anyone else if you can help it. Some can force your will with only a gaze. If you can, wear sunglasses if it doesn't make you seem suspicious..." 
Jan 16 20:22:08 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah frowns slightly, seeming disturbed at the thought of Donovan. His hands slide down, stopping at the top of Devon's waist as he watches the other man closely. "Damn... So he's a fucking fascist? /He/ must be what's wrong with the world." His expression smoothes out as he looks into Devon's eyes. "Not you." He holds the eye contact, although a troubled look creeps onto his face at the mention of 'forcing will'. "Fuck... So are all you guys like... Fast and strong and shit?"
Jan 16 20:49:34 :: (GC) Dizon forced Elijah to quit
Jan 16 20:50:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Yes, Essentially. Think of it like this, if someone has managed to raise above mortality, their bodies, in turn, must do the same. Though, as in life, some are better at some things than others. Just remember, everyone has /something/ that elevates their status to match their rise in the...food chain." The last word is spoken with a hint of discomfort, head shaking just slightly as it's spoken. Another gentle sigh is released, followed by another, somewhat begrudging sentence. "Assume that anyone can do anything. It's better to expect too much than too little." A strained sign of a smile plays upon the youth's full lips, thumb still caressing the other's cheek. "That fire within you...it's a strength that could fuel you into eternity. Use it."
Jan 16 20:56:04 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His blue eyes watch the man in his lap closely, taking in each word, dissecting it, searching for value and meaning. Elijah's hands remain on Devon's hips, and he slowly nods, causing the other man's thumb to slide against his cheek. "What do I do now? When you... bit me... Am I going to turn into one? Like, at the full moon or something?" His eyes widen, a myriad of cliches running through his mind. "Or are you going to whisk me away to a tower, so we can have tea with Mr. Nosferatu?" A troubled grin spreads on his lips, something forced, as he tries to spread humor into such a grim setting.
Jan 16 21:12:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Hand opening now, two of the youth's long fingers move idly up and down his companion's cheek, chin and neck, light pressure being applied to the ghosting touch from time to time. "For now, nothing will happen to you, nothing will change. You'll walk out into the night, go to sleep only to wake up in the morning and go about your day. The only thing that has become different is the fact that you can now look out on the world and see a truth that you've probably always expected." Head tilting curiously to the side, the youth continues to look down at the young man who's lap he's settled in. "Maybe things will change some day, but this existence, this GIFT, is not something to be given freely on a whim. I was raised into this life. You need time and expreience to accept and understand it."
Jan 16 21:19:24 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Calyce gives Siol her autograph!
Jan 16 21:21:12 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Dizon pours salt on the autograph, which is in fact a giant gaping wound in the middle of Siol's forehead.
Jan 16 21:22:01 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The blue-eyed man nods his head, the spiked earrings in his ears shifting slightly. His forehead is pressed against Devon's, lightly, the spikes of his black hair intertwining with the angelic youth's golden curls. "Truth. Heh." He shakes his head, the movement just slightly turning Devon's own head, before he stops and stares into the other man's sky-blue eyes. "I always knew there was some wool over my fucking eyes. Problem is, how many more layers are there, Devon? Am I just being tricked? Is this going to turn out to be just more secrets and illusions?" He leans back, then, breaking the contact between there foreheads and settling back against the booth, his arms still extending so that his hands are able to rest gently on Devon's waist, the fingers tapping lightly at the other man's sides. "You know, one thing about being in a different state of mind, on different drugs. You never know what you're running from, after so many days and nights of being fucked up. You forget what reality is. Scientists are searching for new dimensions. All they need to do is shoot up and sit back. Nothing like the science of confusion."
Jan 16 21:33:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding slightly in silent contemplation, forehead still pressed against Elijah's, Devon seems to contemplate the other man's words for several moments in silence. "I was always taught that, no matter how powerful and superior you might feel, there's always something larger." The focus of his eyes shifting, they peer cautiously out at the crowd. Recognition igniting within them, he pulls his head back slightly, posture straighting somewhat while still trying to remain comfortably within his companion's lap. One hand remains presses against the young man's cheek, though the other raises above his head, long fingers beckoning someone within the crowd towards him.
Jan 16 21:40:26 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The raven-haired man nods his head again, glancing momentarily off to the side to look for whoever Devon is gesturing to. After a moment of pointless searching, his blue eyes turn back to survey the man in his lap. "Yeah. Like, what the transcendentalists talked about. I fucking loved those guys. I bet they shot up." He sighs, his head falling back against the top of the booth seat again, while his eyes stare directly up at the ceiling. "I felt like, when I stepped out of reality, and heroin, you know, helped my mind consider other things, I was a part of something larger. Like, the whole world was me, and every other fucker on the stuff could feel me. We were all one, all feeling so great..."
Jan 16 21:47:34 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Lookings towards the beckoning hand, arching a curious, well manicured, eyebrow he heads towards Devon and Elijah. Slipping silently through the crowd about him with a grace few could hope to equal. His steps are cool and deliberate as he navigates his way till he is standing close to the duo. The slightest of nods is offered the Seer to both parties before he turns his gaze towards the ceiling, a soft timber of a voice murmurs, "Nice place."
Jan 16 21:55:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Sancuary, even.", is replied as Devon returns the nod polietly, the respect evident even in the small motion. Gaze once more turning to the figure beside him, the youthful form looks down at the reclining young man, saying gently, "Please, sit up." Blinking slowly, his gaze becomes carefully lidded by long lashes as he askes in the same unassuming tone, "Have you both met? Or did you only pass by during the...excitement...the other night." The end of the sentence holds a note of disdaine, the emotion thinly veiled within the words but hidden upon the angelic visage. "Either way, I think there should be a more proper one." The youth's eyes flick back and forth between the two, finally settling upon the Seer, nodding slightly towards Elijah as he asks, "How is Thea?"
Jan 16 22:00:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His blue eyes shift, staring at Johnny for a few moments, before he looks back at Devon. Without any response, his back moves forward, pulling the upper part of his body straight up, and as his head swivels to look back at Johnny. He raises a hand, holding it out as though offering a handshake. "I'm Elijah. Nice to meet you." Each word is carefully placed, crisp and quite unusual coming out of this young man's usually slur-plagued speech.
Jan 16 22:13:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head leaning slightly to the side in a cautious and inquisitive manner, Devon gives a simple nod to Johnny in reply before asking, "I hear my sister met him. Do you know much about that? I haven't seen her around, but I keep leaving notes." There's true confusion and concern shown now, evident within the youth's gaze, his willowy body tensing slightly. Glancing back at Elijah, he leans back against the young man slightly as he continues the conversation. "It's hard to find a good mind in these nights. If you find a gem, you need to grasp it, adding the facets where you can."
Jan 16 22:34:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: As Elijah speaks, the willowy form in the young man's lap turns slightly at the waist and neck, looking wordlessly at him for several moments before leaning in closer to whisper something in his ear. Head and torso turning back around, the youth begins to leisurely slip out of the booth with casual, languid movements. Legs sliding off of the seat, platform boots hit the floor with a gentle thud as palms press against the seat to push Devon upright. Taking a step towards the table, a slender hip leans casually against it as anger once more flares within cerulean eyes at the mention of Donovan's name.
Jan 16 22:51:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes following Elijah's departure, even after his figure is gone from sight, Devons nods a few times in a distracted manner. Head turning back around to face the seer, he explains, "The beauty of him is that everything needed is hidden within. To draw it out will be like a phonenix rising from the ashes. My greatest craft ever." There's a far-off quality to the youth's voice, distant as though in a trance. Eyes close for several moments before reopening, clarity and focus obvious within them. "Donovan is becoming a...problem. Thank you for telling me about him. What do I owe you for the favor?" Lithe arms hang casually at the youth's sides, though one begins to trail slowly upwards, fingers flexing towards the pockets of his pants. "As for yourself, there's a new face in town who might request your services once I tell him of you."
Jan 16 22:58:18 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Oh Snap. It's Adrien.
Jan 16 22:58:31 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Kill it.
Jan 16 23:00:56 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 16 23:02:37 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Pausing in motion for a moment, Devon's arm and hand shift their position until both are wrapped loosely about his slender waist, long fingers idly caressing a bare patch of pale skin. "I'll look for some." Head unmoving, his eyes do travel upwards in the direction of the seer's, following the gaze with mild interest. "Wild things are roaming about as of late. Seems someone let the self-styled heros out of their cages. Silly beasts fighting a war for a cause lost to time itself. A child and an investigator for starters, and their blood kin." Gaze lowering once more to look at the seer in a solemn manner, the youth continues, "Keep clear of wild places."
Jan 16 23:11:10 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Be well.", is offered in return, though the tone is bland, perhaps even bleak. Raising up his other free arm, Devon wraps it about his chest in something almost akin to a hug. Body falling totally still, the youthful form seems almost prepared to slip into a trance, when one of the guards approaches the willowy figure. A soft sigh escaping his slender chest and flowing over his lips, cerulean eyes fall closed for several moments, lips miming the guards words as they're spoken.
Jan 16 23:18:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eye flying open, there's a new sense of emotion within them, something colder and hard, yet less detached all at once. Shaking her head swiftly, Morgan hisses out, "I don't have time for these things." Yet, at the same time, she begins to make her ways swiftly through the crowd and towards the door with rapid strides, one elbow being used to convince others to move out of her way.
Jan 16 23:24:33 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Pulling herself into her own little world with her ipod, Ella half-dances through her cleaning regimen. She straightens this and folds that, almost completely oblivious to the outside world. Her eyes aren't closed, but they're not completely open either while the expression she wears is something a bit more complicated than simple confusion.
Jan 16 23:41:52 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. Well. I don't have as many options as I'd like. Not that this wouldn't be the first anyway. The scene is good..", Adrien remarks, smirking at the young woman that is working on cleaning the loft apartment. He pushes past her a bit, moving farther in, "..Have a good night?", he asks, a touch of something that isn't quite concern in his tone.
Jan 16 23:45:16 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: In front of the Ambiance de Ciel, a few wooden benches have been placed, most of which are usually flooded with those who are waiting to get in and have a turn at eating in the five-star dining place. Tonight though, just one man is sitting there, dressed in an older suit, three-piece and complete with a vest. It's green in color, a deep shade, with a trimming of black. His mahogany curls, ever-rebellious, have managed to find themselves tied back into a formidable semblance of a shoulder-length ponytail. He doesn't have a companion with him, but is apparently just thinking, from the notion of the distant look in his emerald, gold-striated eyes.
Jan 16 23:46:13 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As she steps to the side to let him pass, Ella's brow furrows in slight confusion. With her thumb she turns down the volume on her ipod before tugging the earbuds free to dangle in her hand. "Pretty standard, except it's a slow night in Hollywoodland. They usually behave this time of week, so I have the night off from waiting for pantiless shots of strung out celebs," she replies swiftly with a roll of her shoulders. Her head tilts to one side as she stays where she is, watching Adiren with something peculiar in her insistent gaze. "What sort of trouble were you about tonight?"
Jan 16 23:52:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Through the throng of nightlife flowing through the street and pulsing in and out of clubs and restaurants, a willowy form can be seen strolling casually along with the crowd, dodging in and out through gaps in the populace. Cerulean eyes studying the crowd with growing caution and suspicion, the youthful form seems to lack a sense of teenage indifference. However, the loose clothing seems to fit the figure's apparent age. Gaze zeroing in on one particular restaurant patron, his platform boots thud softly as a quick turn is performed, the waif now making an effort to merge with the crowd.
Jan 16 23:53:51 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..It would probably be easier to rattle off the list of trouble that I didn't get into tonight..", Adrien admits, walking over to the sink in the kitchen and picking up a dishcloth. He turns on the tap for the hot water, getting the edge of the cloth wet, and begins to dab at the corner of the massive bloodstain. It's rather comical, all told. At least, his approach to it, "..Don't worry. I killed everything that was following me back..".
Jan 16 23:56:08 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The Scourge of Los Angeles remains in his spot, seated upon the bench in front of Ambiance de Ciel. Whether he notices Morgan and her attempt to blend in with the crowd, is to remain unseen. If he does, then he makes no reaction to the sight. Instead, he just goes on with his waiting, keeping a look of both boredom and deep thought upon his handsome features.
Jan 17 00:01:44 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Thanks..", Adrien murmurs, taking the bottle of Sprite and removing to lid from it. Over the sink, he is careful in pouring a bit onto the dishcloth, before going back to wiping the dried blood from his clothing. He doesn't speak past that. In fact, all in all, he does seem rather short tonight. Not angry. Just not as...wordy as he usually is. This could be seen as a blessing by some, as his usual knack for butchering the English language by littering it with oaths, swears, and curses, is also absent.
Jan 17 00:05:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The faintest traces of a scowl of displeasure ghost over finely-drawn features as the slender youth is pushed around considerably from within the bustling crowd, though the expression fades rather quickly to a more placid demeanor, long strides slowing somewhat in tempo without shortening in length. One lithe arm wraps about the youth's trim waist, long fingers caressing a patch of bare, pale skin with long and gentle strokes. The other tucks more closely to the willowy form's side, elbow fitting neatly above narrow hips as a short nail is run repeatedly across a prominent collarbone, leaving a trail of red in its wake.
Jan 17 00:07:31 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Grey-blue eyes sweep over the form of the surly Occultist before Ella decides to give him some space. Some, but not much. She pulls herself up onto one of the dinette chairs, perching precariously on the back of it with her feet on the seat. She leans forward, her elbows resting on her knees. She lets him work in silence for a bit before piping up with a question, "Are you sure you're okay? Not bleeding out anywhere? I didn't see any tracks, but you never know. Or is your wound really healed from before?" Her face suddenly flushes as she stammerers, "I mean, I know it.. it seemed healed, you know, before.. but.." her voice trails off as she shakes her head, allowing silence to reign once more.
Jan 17 00:07:50 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Staring out into the crowd, it's minutes before the lithe and handsome Englishman actually makes another move, seeming frozen for the time in a state that might seem off to a curious, astute mortal. When he does move, though, it's to pull a cellular phone from his pocket and flip it open. His thumb, dexterious, glides across the keypad, pressing ten digits out, before he puts the device to his ear. He doesn't speak, perhaps waiting for someone on the other end to pick up the phone.
Jan 17 00:12:04 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. I'm fine. If I wasn't, you'd know it..", Adrien remarks, pouring out a bit more of the Sprite onto the washcloth, and going about at dabbing the blood from his white shirt some more. It doesn't help much, but instead, just leaves dull orange stains in the wake of it's presence. He doesn't look at the woman, on her perch. He's acting as if something might be on his mind, but he's not speaking it. This part, at least, is rather obvious.
Jan 17 00:16:52 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Ever the relentless one, Ella shakes her head slowly at Adrien's persistent silence. "I know I don't know you so well, not really.. at least not in some ways..." she pauses with a crooked smile, "But it's always easy to tell when something is bugging someone. Usually I'm the one bugging someone, so I've gotten lots of practice recognizing those sorts of looks. But," she tilts her head oddly to one side as she re-examines her guest, "this is a different sort of bug I think."
Jan 17 00:19:29 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes apparently seeing the phone, any hint of displeasure caused by the jolting sea of humanity fading into the darkness of the night. Head ducking slightly, the willowy form slips into the crowd full-bore, steps falling into line with the slower and more plodding pace of the wandering nightlife, the youth finally reaches the edges of the area, not bothering to look back now as the darkness of some of the rougher streets comes into view, broken bulbs providing a haven for all of the fouler aspects of night in a big city.
Jan 17 00:20:05 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'm fine..", Adrien suggests again, putting a bit more emphasis on the 'fine', this time around. He takes a moment to pull the gun from his side-holster, jacking the chamber and catching the unspent bullet that is ejected, before releasing the clip. Both of them are laid on the counter. That done, he goes back to the tedious work at cleaning the blood from his person, "..I just had a long start, tonight. Stupid things. Too many of them. And I fucked up last night..".
Jan 17 00:26:02 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Only a glance is spared for the disassembled gun on her counter, having decided that the person taking it apart is of much more interest. She tries not to make any sudden movements as she listens to Adrien's clipped words, a faint sigh falling from her lips. "Look, you don't have to come back if you don't want to. If last night was a fuck up and you regret what you did, then well that's on you. I wanted to help you and I did," she replies in a calm voice, even surprising herself with how level she kept it. She slides easily off the chair and heads for the living room, already pulling the ipod from her pocket.
Jan 17 00:32:40 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien is silent for several moments, his hand working harder at scrubbing out the stains on his shirt, more in an agitated fashion. He breaks though, just before she hits the living room, "..I don't regret it. I liked it. I liked the fucking shit out of it..", he admits, pursing his lips after that, and watching the hot water swirl down the sink, while the steam reaches up to wrap around his face, now causing him to sweat a bit, "..But you always end up showing up in places I'm at. Don't think I didn't notice. And I get into a lot of fucking shit. It's not going to be long before that shit starts to notice you too. Considering I already have..".
Jan 17 00:46:28 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Listen here. I don't know what sort of trouble that you are used to getting into, but the shit that I chase down won't just turn around and hit me with a purse, or a lawsuit. I don't have to worry about celebrities, I have to worry about fuc--..", Adrien starts off with, seeming rather steadfast in the speech that he is about the deliver. Ella's last words though, sink in a bit deeper, cutting off his tirade before it can ever lift from the proverbial ground. He doesn't even turn to look at the woman, but the tension in his frame is more than a little noticeable. He's silent for seconds that seem to last minutes. It's that terrible, akward silence. The sort that's kept him from moving since the revelation hit him. Suddenly, without warning, he pushes his face into the hot steam that roils out of the sink, and begins to gag and wretch.
Jan 17 00:53:17 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At the unsettling reaction, Ella turns her head away with her eyes closing tightly. A shiver runs through her body as she swallows hard, the brief elation she felt at Adrien's admittance to enjoying her company now thoroughly squashed. When she thinks her voice would be steady, she begins to speak, though not in her usual vibrant tones. No, this is something far softer, "I tried to tell you last night, I swear it. But you were too far gone... I thought for sure you'd catch on, at least to a little bit of it already. I didn't freak when you hauled me up that building. I didn't freak at the two fighting below. I didn't freak when I took the pictures of those.. those.. things attacking each other in the alleyway, the ones you didn't see." She sighs faintly, still keeping her eyes closed, "I'm sorry."
Jan 17 00:59:14 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The wretching and gagging continue, with Adrien having a hard time of catching his breath, and sucking in massive amounts of boiling steam when he does. His hand darts for the pocket of his jacket, fumbling around for something and pulling out a small, grey, l
Jan 17 01:02:37 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The wretching and gagging continue, with Adrien having a hard time of catching his breath, and sucking in massive amounts of boiling steam when he does. His hand darts for the pocket of his jacket, fumbling around for something and pulling out a small, grey, L-Shaped object. It disappears from sight, near his face, and his shoulders heave, twice, as if he were drawing in long and hard gasps. Whatever it is that he has, is dropped into the sink with the water, and he exclaims, "..Mother Fucker!", but not at Ella. When he does turn around to look at Ella though, the front of his shirt wet, along with most of his face, and his bangs, he speaks, "..We don't talk about my..condition. Just don't talk about it. Ever..". His voice is bitter at the command, "..What are you? What? You're not a Kin. You're sure as fuck not an ass-sniffing Mooncricket..".
Jan 17 01:09:10 :: (GC) Ella rposed: It's a sheer force of will that keeps Ella's feet planted in place instead of retreating back the steps her instincts warn her to take. She pulls herself up to her full height, all five feet and four inches of it, while squaring her shoulders. A tragic conglomeration of sorrow, wounded pride, and even a smattering of anger are writ across her young face as she fights to keep Adrien's gaze. "The moon has nothing to do with my kind. We're creatures of the sun through and through," she replies, using her startling amount of anguish to strengthen her voice. She stretches out one hand and turns slightly, poiting with her index finger at the poster of Brandon Lee strutting about with the words 'The Crow' written above his head. "Close enough. I'm not one to squibble over semantics. I'm Corax."
Jan 17 01:15:26 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Oh God..", Adrien sputters, which is quite the improvement. He must not be taking it as hard as he could have, considering that his usual penchant for cursing up a storm is not to be heard, "..Oh God. I..No. I had..", he stammers, as the condensation from the steam trickles down his face, mixing with sweat that has nothing to do with the steam. He reaches for the inhaler again, but fumbles it, causing it to slip and fall to the ground, clattering across the linoleum and over to Ella's feet. He doesn't chase it, though. He just slides down to the floor, using the counter to support his back, and grabbing for his gun on the way down. Sitting there, knees curled up, he puts the barrel in his mouth and pulls the trigger several times, each one causing the click of an emptied cartridge to resound. Obviously, it was more of an expression, than an attempt to kill himself.
Jan 17 01:25:29 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With each click of the emptied gun Ella's body twitches with a small jump. Instead of focusing on the puddle of man residing in her kitchen, the bleary-eyed Corax stares down at the inhaler at her feet. She squats down on the floor for just long enough to retrieve the object, carrying it towards Adrien without looking at him. Once in front of him, she lowers herself to the ground to be on his level and silently holds out the inhaler. The tears finally find their way down her reddened face as she whispers in a trheady voice, "Guess I shoulda listened to my dad, huh. Never get involved with the dogs directly, he'd say. It never turns out well, he warned me. But I'm young and stupid and actually fucking cared about one. Thanks for reminding me you're all alike."
Jan 17 01:32:38 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The lights overhead flash down through the darkness over the mass of people on the floor, highlighting faces and bodies only to fade off again to leave them in darkness as fast as it had come. The beat of music is loud, drowning out all thought to those nearer the DJ as blaring techno ushers in those from the outside. A tall man stands off to the side holding a glass in one hand, a clear drink in it. His hand raises to place the edge of the glass to his lips, taking a long drink from it before lowering the object once more. Dark eyes glint within the fading strobe lights, eying those in the mass of bodies with a stoic expression.
Jan 17 01:37:59 :: (GC) Christian rposed: eyes the woman for a moment as she closes on the bar, his own position relatively close to it, assuming he'd gotten his drink moments earlier by just how full it had been. His head tilts then in somewhat of recognition though an amused glint can be seen in his eyes by the actions she takes along the way. His hand raises again with the glass in hold to take another long drink of it before approaching the bar itself, the click of chains on his clothing inaudible under the beat that assaults the current residents of the club.
Jan 17 01:38:04 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The dark sights of the half-startled, still-shocked man flicker up to bore hard into the face of the Corax woman, "..Listen here, lady. Don't you ever fucking lump me in with those self-righteous, human-hating, hypocrites..". He bats the inhaler aside, obviously letting his anger take over his need for the medication, and causing it to clatter to the floor again, "..You ever use me and them in the same sentence again, and you'll be fucking glad you have wings..". Obviously, some sort of button was pushed. He reaches out, grabbing the front of Ella's shirt and jerking her to his lips with a tremendous amount of rage-powered force, kissing her hard for just seconds, before letting her go and pushing to his feet again, "..Fucking Corax. What the fuck..", he mutters, grabbing the clip from the counter and slamming it back into his gun. Clothing still bloodied, he begins to head for the living room.
Jan 17 01:42:56 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Mouths her order to the bartender, though there is no sound. As it happens, it's a ploy to get the person to lean closer so that her order can be delivered against their ear with a little nip as she leaned over the bar. A flirty little wink is given as the woman drops back to the spiked heals of her boots. Standing at a slight angle, she surveyed the crowd a moment as she waited for her order, her eyes momentarily caressing Christian's form before moving onto the next person.
Jan 17 01:46:17 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The tall man stops at the bar, leaning forward to call out his order to the bartender as he raises the glass to show him the near empty glass in addition. The other man raises his head in an upturned nod, apparently decently good at reading lips from the din of sound. Christian turns his head to the feeling of eyes on him in that moment, catching the other woman's gaze with a dangerous gleam before shifting it away as he sits down upon one of the stools.
Jan 17 01:58:42 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: As the woman pushes the subject of him and the Garou being the same, Adrien Cross performs an abrupt about-face, once again ejecting the clip from the gun, but allowing it to hit the floor. Apparently, he's not quite leaving yet, as planned. Just a few steps bring him back to her again, and his fingertips grab at the waistband of her pants, "..Is that fucking so?", he asks, starting to drag her for the living room, his emptied gun left on the counter once again.
Jan 17 02:04:46 :: (GC) Ella rposed: It takes Ella a few struggling steps to keep up with Adrien, and though she knows she could try to get away at any moment, she doesn't do it. Instead, she presses her palms against his chest, grabbing a handful of shirt and probably chesthair beneath it in her tightening fingers. "Yeah, it's the damned truth. If you don't run in a pack and piss on things to claim them then you might as well be dead for all they damned well care," she hisses, her head inching closer to his until her last words are spoken brazenly against his lips.
Jan 17 02:09:44 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The rough looking man's lips curl into a dark smile as he watches the humiliated man covered in drink. A small cackle fills the back of his throat, a deep sound to it though drowned out by the music. He follows her still though, having not seen her react any way against such as he raises the glass to down the last bit before dropping it behind him without care as she had done moments before.
Jan 17 02:15:24 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Her path brings her to the aforementioned bar and the woman would trail her fingers along the spines of two people partaking of the oxygen supply. Watching them quiver, she laughed in amusement though the sound was lost the din of the club. Leaning against one of the colored cylinders, the woman eyed the crowed as she waited for the man to catch up to her.
Jan 17 02:18:37 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The taller man stops near her, eyes drifting over the shivering club-goers with amusement before shifting his gaze back to her. He's closer now than he'd been before though still just far enough to grant her the space she seemed to like even when toying with those that she'd passed.
Jan 17 02:24:24 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: With Ella pressed up against the glass of the scene-scaped window that peers across Los Angeles, Adrien tosses her now-ripped shirt off to the side, letting it flutter to the floor, "..I'm not fucking like them..", he growls again, convincing himself of this, or at least, attempting to. He drops to his knees, gripping the waistband of her cargo pants and flexing the material just enough to pop the button off, before sliding them around to pool about her ankles. As he pushes back to his feet, a light bite is given to her left ass-cheek, and a slap goes to the other.
Jan 17 02:39:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Like a child that is responding to reverse psychology, Adrien grabs the woman by her wrist and flips her around, so that now her back is pressed to the glass of the loft window. His dark sights glance down for just seconds, perusing the sight of the young Corax in nothing but her underwear. His hand is slipped through her hair, over the top of her head and around to cradle the back, before he grabs a fist-full and uses it to pull her head back and angle her face at the ceiling. He bites at her throat again, growling, before moving down much more, and tracing his tongue around her pink, erect nipple.
Jan 17 02:45:42 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Ella's giddy laughter is cut short by the hard tug on her hair, her throat visibly working as she attempts to swallow. Bare toes curl around Adrien's pants leg as her breath comes only in shuddering moans and sighs, her fingers coiling in his hair. Her nubile, young body presses hard against him, leaving no doubt that she honestly doesn't care what he is so long as he keeps doing what he's doing.
Jan 17 03:11:05 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The rough-and-tumble Occultist allows his tongue to wander a bit, pressing in further and exploring both the taste and smell of the woman that is so close to him, now and then still giving her another nip and bite of the inner-thigh, and sometimes soothing the roughness with a bit of a kiss, though always, inevitably, he returns to the middle-spot, pleasuring the woman with none of the shame that he'd shown earlier.
Jan 17 04:59:11 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "You know," The woman mused, looking over the blonde man. "You almost beg to be drawn or painted...or some other thing. What a pity I got not talent for that."
Jan 17 05:05:11 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Really?" He would ask as he lifted an eyebrow, "What is so different about me here than up there...other than my half naked body, and relaxed demanor..." he would lean in and steal a kiss in return before awaiting her reply.
Jan 17 05:18:42 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Well..not if you take good care of it" he would mutter almost pouting while moving a arm to drape around the girl, "I've got alot of stuff I need to get done... and yet not enough time in the night to do it all" sighing softly he would flip a few tv channels, "So, you hungry?"
Jan 17 05:21:06 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Maybe I'll give your armor a polish one night then, hmm?" She offered with another smirk. At the question, her brows lifted slightly before she nodded. "I am a bit, yeah."
Jan 17 05:25:34 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Were in the basement of the most expensive restraunt in the city... what do you want?" he would ask with a sly smirk, before winking at the girl in refrence to her comment, "I'm sure it could use it... oh I dont know if I told you or not...but if you need anything... money wise let me know"
Jan 17 05:28:05 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Sure, you can get me a mansion on a hill and a brand new Dodge Viper." Her tone and expression were perfectly serious for an extra three seconds after she'd spoke, just long enough to give a single nod before she grinned and shook her head. "I think I'm alright for now, Gabe..thank you though. Food-wise! Hrm...I never did get the hang of the fine dining thing..."
Jan 17 05:34:51 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Pasta...cabronera, I think. With those long, flat noodles.." Nodding to herself a moment before blinking twice at his questions. Looking him straight in the eye, she poked his chest once more. "You _are_ kidding..right?"
Jan 17 05:41:20 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "One sec" Gabriel would say as he pulled a phone out from his pants pocket and flipped it open, "Pasta Cabronera, side of the bourbon steak tips bottle of Chateau Lafite.. and some bread, bring it down here" smirking he would flip his phone shut and allow his gaze to meet with the girls look, "Do I look, like im kidding?" that said he flipped open the phone again and pushed a few buttons, "Yes this is Alan Bennett, I need to have a vehicle delivered to my restraunt, charge it...a 2007 dodge viper..hold on moment" he lifted a hand to place over the phone, "Specifics?"
Jan 17 05:45:39 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: For a moment, all she could do was gape at him. "Black, fully loaded. Feel free to mod the engine and bulletproof it." Her answer was slightly detached and once given, she pinched the bridge of her nose lightly and muttered to herself, "This _has_ to be a weird dream...no one would spoil me like this otherwise..." As if to convince herself the reality of the world, she reached out and slid a hand down his his chest.
Jan 17 05:49:01 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Black... that really shiney black, EVERYTHING.. biggest, fastest engine you can fit in it... if possible bulletproof'd, though I know that might slow delivery time..if it will be to bad just send it and i'll handle that part" He paused for a few more moments as he listened on the phone, "Yeah...ok, yeah charge it all, thanks Ted" that said he flipped the phone shut and smiled, "Its just money...and just a car, I don't think thats spoiling you too bad"
Jan 17 05:56:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Alan i s my middle name, I use it in some of my business dealings..helps to hide who I am at times, though mostly the paying for everything up front and such keep people from asking many questions" laughing he would close his eyes and sink down into the couch more, "Besides I can always get more money, and i'll of made back what I spent in a few days" The sound of a large door opening could be heard along with steps echoing toward the two.
Jan 17 06:02:05 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Politics and money...two subjects which I have only basic knowledge of.." Her words trailed off at the noises and she'd tilt her head slight. However, the woman made no real move to change position or cover herself in any way. Though not overly brazen, she was also not shy or modest..at least where casual strangers were concerned.
Jan 17 06:06:02 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: The man who guarded the door would finally come into view, carrying a large silver covered tray and a ice bucket with the bottle of wine and two glasses, he would slowly move over to the table and place everything on the coffee table, his eyes trailing over to the girl for a moment before he would smirk and turn to walk back out of the room, not a single word spoken from him.
Jan 17 06:11:10 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Two fingers were extended and the woman gave a little salute to the bringer of the shiny-covered food. Shifting her position slightly, she leaned over to have a peek and nodded in agreement. "It really does." Looking back at him, she wrinkled her nose up a bit at the thought of centuries of life spent juggling politics and bank ledgers. "Shy? Eh...I get self-conscious from time to time...the scars, you know. Lotta guys don't dig on a woman who's been in a scuffle or two. Challenges their masculenity or some asinine thing... But shy? Nah..grew outta that years ago."
Jan 17 06:22:01 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Reaching out, she laced her fingers through his hair as he moved closer. Grinning a bit, she tsked at him. "I'll never be able to eat with you teasing me like that..." Leaning in a bit, she stole another kiss before moving to pluck up the fork and sample the food. A muffled sound of pleasure would be heard at the taste. Her lips wear given a lick as she savored the creamy sauce and she didn't take her eyes off the plate as she spoke, "This is my favorite meal. If I wasn't already way too fond of you, Gabriel...this'd do it."
Jan 17 06:23:27 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Well I didn't cook it...infact im not sure I could" he laughed and moves a arm to softly rub her back while she ate, "Its what I pay those fancy cooks for... damn make more than they should anyway..." 
Jan 17 06:26:33 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Well, I could go confess undying love to one of them if you like?" She teased, looking over her shoulder to wink at him as she leaned forward to pick up the glass of wine. Looking at it curiously, she would have a little sip to see how it mixed. A pause was given and then another sip was taken before she nodded. "Yup..being spoiled..."
Jan 17 06:44:57 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Not true! There's also gratuitous violence!" She grinned at him before tucking into her meal again with a pleased expression. Pausing momentarily to sip at the wine that he had described as being quite expensive, she couldn't help but shake her head for a moment.
Jan 17 06:46:15 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Whats up?" He asked as he watched the girl shake her head, "Something wrong with the meal? or this in general?.. honestly I didnt prepare this place to really be for guests... sorry its not as nice as the rest of the place"
Jan 17 12:21:35 :: (GC) Fizban rposed: test
Jan 17 12:22:59 :: (GC) Fizban rposed: Dizon slaps you in the face.
Jan 17 14:27:04 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Another warm Los Angeles night, another crowd of paparazzi stalking the rich and famous in their natural habitat of booze-dens and loud clubs. One of the smaller women wielding a camera seems to linger further back from the others, leaning against the wall of The Empress and staring up at the real stars instead of the bland facsimiles partying inside.
Jan 17 14:36:48 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The first hint of wariness glitters in the slender woman's grey eyes as she cants her head to one side, staring at the violinist beside her. "Personally I'm going with the whole drugs-slipped-into-my-drink theory. It makes everything seem a bit more sane, right? And shit like that happens all the time around here. Why people are slipping LSD into drinks nowadays, I have no clue, but it's my story and I'm sticking with it."
Jan 17 14:42:42 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A wan smile touches Ella's mouth as she pushes away from the wall of the Empress. With one finger she lightly taps her temple, "I fall into the illusions that keep everything screwed in nice and tight in here. Lots of bizarre things happen in LA, if you haven't noticed. Maybe it's best not to linger overly long on some things?" she tries to explain, though that curious gleam in her eyes only grows more fierce. 
Jan 17 14:47:26 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A handsome man dressed in a waiter's uniform, a blue tie loosened at the neck, a white dress-shirt beneath a black jacket, and a pair of black slacks, walks along the street in a drunken amble, clutching a beer bottle in one hand and a cigarette in the other. "Nobody's gonna hold your hand on the day you die!" He sings drunkenly, an anthem of his stumbling form. His hair is barely gelled up into short, black spikes atop his head, his blue eyes staring out detached and glazed. "What a way to begin, we inherit sin! And nobody's gonna quench your thirst when the well runs dry!"
Jan 17 14:56:50 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The singing waiter draws Ella's attention for a moment, a small chuckle generated low in her throat as recognition falls across her features. With just a blink, she's focused back on the violinist, "Of course, and I thank you for that. Lord knows whenever someone claims ignorance, it's the ignorance they truly believe, right? If you find more tangible answers, I'll be glad to hear them, so long as they're not conjecture of course." She lifts a hand to wave at the waiter, the scent of booze and stale cigarettes causing her smile only to broaden.
Jan 17 15:00:59 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man pauses his disturbing singing to look over at the violinist and the woman he's currently speaking to. Elijah doesn't return the smile, but he does continue to step down the sidewalk, towards the pair. A cloud of smoke unfurls from his mouth as he lowers his cigarette, stopping next to the two people and glancing between them. He glances to Johnny, giving the man a respectful nod, despite his own intoxication. "Hi Johnny." With that curt greeting his gaze shifts, head pivoting slightly as his dark blue eyes move up and down, surveying Ella with a quick movement. "The photographer. Hey."
Jan 17 15:02:00 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: An ethereal voice falls from the violinist's voice and he offers the faintest of smiles as he moves away, "Trust that you do not wish to hear or know the 'tangible' answer." Turning about, the musician emits a soft whistle, offering a wave towards Elijah as his doe brown eyes sift through the crowd as he begins to move away, the soft tune he whistles the only sound he makes.
Jan 17 15:05:19 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Steely grey eyes narrow at the violinist's passing, Ella's smile all but completely forgotten as a calculating gaze sweeps over his disappearing form. With a sigh and a shake of her head, that boundless smile is back and fixed upon the waiter. "See? I told ya things would totally blow over and none would be any the wiser about what happened."
Jan 17 15:15:08 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's eyes shift, his gaze turning to view the people across the street as he listens to Ella speak. "Yeah. Fuck, who cares." He says, raising the beer bottle to his lips, tilting his head back and letting the alcohol slide into his mouth. After this is done he lowers the bottle and looks back, his expression troubled. "Kill em all, camera girl. Just fuck em." The cigarette follows the beer, raised to his lips so Elijah can inhale the smoke, before parting his lips, his breath discarding the haze back into the air. "You should like, take pictures of people. Normal people. No. Fucked people. People that have been fucked. By society. Then just like, make a book. With all these black and white photos of fucked people." He glances away, his expression solemn, dark shadows spawned by overhead streetlights creeping down his face. Elijah's speech is slurred, rolling out of him in smooth, shapeless tones, like the cigarette smoke hovering around his thin form.
Jan 17 15:22:45 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Without a word, Ella raises her camera while listening intently to the drunken waiter's speech and suggestions. She turns the camera on its side while still facing him, then stops, pausing as a lion would during the set-up of an ambush. It's when the night lights hit him just right, with his brooding gaze focused somewhere beyond her and the smoke coiling around his face that she snaps the picture. But, being as this is a camrea meant for a rapid succession of pictures, the flash beats like a strobe light. As she lowers her weapon of choice, a smile comes to her overly large mouth, "Who says I don't? All artists.. and yes, I say photographers are artists.. need a way to live and fund their work, don't they? I take pictures of whatever I want, but in the case of young celebutards, I make decent money at it. Though it would be a fallacy to think that they don't have their own demons to hide from, just as anyone else. Money really doesn't buy happiness," she glances over her shoulder at the club entrance, "or sense."
Jan 17 15:49:40 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As the light flares out and disrupts Elijah's train of thought, he looks over and raises a hand, not quickly enough, to block the light from smashing into his dilated pupils. The hand he raises clutches the beer bottle, thus causing him to slosh alcohol over his shirt, as well as on his face, wetting the front of his hair. "Motherfucker!" He shouts, turning and throwing the empty bottle against the street, where is smashes, glass shards narrowly missing passing cars. He looks back at the photographer, frowning. Despite all this effort, he clearly hadn't reacted quickly enough to avoid the picture. "I guess I'm drunk enough already."
Jan 17 15:56:47 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man gazes down at her as she leans into him, his hands straying up to stop at her hips in a light hold though their strength lingers with their size as they close against her. His eyes are still closed with that gaze, lids pointed in the direction meant as the occasional strobe light flashes over the two to reveal them in the darkened mass.  
Jan 17 15:58:40 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A full-throated laugh falls from Ella's lips as she lets the camera hang from around her neck once more, mirth dancing within her grey sights. "I guess those celebrities really do accept us with grace and charm if that's the reaction from someone unused to the attention," she muses aloud before rolling her shoulders in a vague shrug. "Or not drunk enough? Maybe? Though I guess if you're a surly drunk then that would just make things, like your reaction worse. But if you were a giddy drunk then it would be the best party ever to be hit by a strobe light. Anyhow, I was just following your suggestion."
Jan 17 16:01:02 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Slender arms were raised to move back and link around his neck as the one woman once more staked a claim on the man for the duration of the dance - at the least. Her eyes were heavily hooded to guard against the flashing strobes though some of the colors filtered past long lashed. A light smile curved her lips as she moved against him, no longer paying any mind to the other around them.
Jan 17 16:13:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah stares at the woman for a long while, analyzing her words, beer dripping from the ends of his short bangs down his forehead. He vehemently shakes his forehead, sending drops of beer flying around him, before raising a hand and wiping his face. He drops the cigarette on the ground and steps on it, grinding it with the sole of his black work shoes. "So you're saying I'm fucked? There are people worse off than me. Other people, deeper down the well." He raises an arm, wiping his face more thoroughly on the sleeve of his jacket before retrieving another cigarette and lighting it up. "/You're/ fucked." He says, pointing with his hand, the lit cigarette between his index and middle fingers, both pointed accusingly at Ella. "/He's/ fucked, /she's/ fucked." He begins to point at the crowd now, before his fingers stop, trailing a passing car as though the tip of his hand has been locked onto the thing. "/It's/ fucked. Doomed to carry the fatasses of a dependent, tumorous society for its entire existent. Poor fucking machine." The back of his head is turned to Ella, his eyes and face following the passage of the red automobile he had previously pointed at.
Jan 17 16:14:40 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man leans in over her just a bit, pressing a bit closer behind her as that distance between them seems to be no more. His lips purse together in silence as his lids flit open slowly, the music dying down to shift between songs. They part then to whisper in her ear, "Enjoy?" quietly. He then slowly parts that distance just a bit so as not to restrict the smaller woman there in the throng of still dancing people, their beat only changing with the new music that begins to blare.
Jan 17 16:21:23 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm..." Her arms lifted once more though her wrists were still crossed. Spinning around, the woman turned to face him once more and settled her arms back around his neck as she looked up at him. A simple, pleased smile curved her lips and she nodded once before leaning up to speak against his ear, "You're fun." Her lips brushed against his skin as she spoke.
Jan 17 16:21:36 :: (GC) Ella rposed: On silent tennis shoes, Ella steps through the remnants of the wasted beer to stand just behind Elijah in order to peer over his shoulder at the passing vehicle. "You know," she says in her usual speaking tone, though now she's quite a bit closer than before, "If I were to take pictures of things that were fucked, I'd never have a moment of rest and the book I'd make would be ginormous. But I'm not taking pictures of those that are fucked. I'm taking pictures of those that are -normal-, as you put it." She tips her head to one side as the car moves long its way, "Why are you so unhappy?" she asks out of the blue.
Jan 17 16:29:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As the man's head turns around, he takes a half-step back, apparently startled by the fact that Ella has moved at all. He raises his cigarette, attempting to look smooth, and takes in a lungful of smoke before blowing it out into the air. "Sorrow and anger are fucking beautiful. Everyone thinks beauty and happiness are beautiful." He shakes his head, his eyes moving to survey the area around them, while he raises the cigarette between thoughts, taking another pull from the thing. "I'm happy sometimes. Rarely. But this is just important. It's fucking /real/. You know?" He shakes his head again, a rather wild motion, and turns on his heel to pace forward, away from Ella. "We have to /feel/. Fuck happiness. It's fake." Elijah's voice echoes away, down the street, before he turns back and walks forward a few steps, facing the photographer again. "What's there to be happy about? Ponder life, really fucking /ponder/ it. Grow up, work, die. Ya-fucking-hoo. Think about human nature. Circular bullshit. Bad with the good. I'm a shitty person, they're shitty people, we're shitty people. IQ's are lowering, neglect is rising, fuck it. There's always going to be shit-eating people and douchebag wars and civil fucking problems. Anger and sadness are fucking elevation." He raises his hands to the sky, tilting his head back, his dark blue eyes staring up at the heavens, as though he expects a beam of darkness and ill-emotion to pick him up and carry him off. The cigarette glows happily between his lips.
Jan 17 16:34:54 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Silvery-emerald eyes scanned the man's face past the veil of long lashes. That sweet smile lingered upon her lips for a few more moments before the woman leaned against him once more. Her form never settled in stillness, even as they spoke for that brief time, she continued to dance. Her motions only changed slightly as the songs did.
Jan 17 16:52:58 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man lowers his arms, his face falling slightly to stare at the woman in front of him with indifference, her words barely leaving a change in his features. "There are other ways to be happy." He dips a hand into his pocket, pulling out a little ziplock baggie before turning walking away. He pauses, his head pivoting slightly as he stares over his shoulder at Ella. "I'm going to a club. You can join me if you'd like. I need to stop at my place and get changed before I do." With that he turns back around, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets, the cigarette between his lips. "Meet me at Club Crank in half an hour, if you want." With that he begins to walk off.
Jan 17 16:56:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: As the music pounds and the crowd of club-goers sway, bump and grind, one particular waif wanders idly through the throng of bodies, neatly weaving and dodging with precise steps. Cerulean eyes scan the crowd with a cautious, piercing gaze, studying the various faces and figures in a calculating, analytical manner. Heavy boots thud softly with each step made, the mixture of lighting casting colorful shadows over pale porcelain skin and golden curls. Upon reaching the dance floor, a spark of recognition flares within the youthful form's brilliant gaze, head tilting to the side slighting in a rather inquisitive manner. Steps slowing somewhat, the willowy figure simply looks on in silence.
Jan 17 16:57:01 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Both black, angular eyebrows lift as Ella blinks at the waiter with mild surprise writ across her face. "I'd love to, but sometimes this job keeps me late. Like I said, gotta fund my more artistic endeavors somehow." Her head tilts to one side in a peculiar manner as she ponders silently for just a moment, "Buuuut I'd be willing to take a raincheck, if that's all good with you?"
Jan 17 16:58:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man continues walking, speaking out with his back turned to Ella. "Sure." He offers, before disappearing into a sidewalk crowd.
Jan 17 17:05:20 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man's features hold a small grin in return to the wink she gives to him as she steps closer. His chest rises to meet the touch against the dark cloth beneath only to fall again as his head tilts to the side, the grin cast in a wandering light from the technicolored strobe overhead. The grip on his jacket is welcomed it seems, allowing himself to draw with the motion as his hands lower to grip her waist, pulling her closer with that move as if in reply.
Jan 17 17:14:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Weight shifting somewhat from one foot to the other, the rather androgynous figure continues to eye the dance floor with a sharp gaze, one tawny brow arching slightly in silent questioning before falling into place once more. Head righting its position, the angelic face tells no tales of the youthful figure's thoughts. Lithe arms rising up, elbows fit snugly against a trim waist as forearms clutch a slender chest, long fingers gently toying with the ties of the bodice partially revealed beneath a partially unbuttoned shirt. Lips pursed tightly in a straight line, the corners twitch a bit, though neither a smile nor a frown shows through.
Jan 17 17:19:15 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: At some point in time, a handsome, thin, clean-shaven man has stepped into the club, moving through the young crowds without haste. He wears a plain white t-shirt about his thin torso, a pair of worn blue jeans, rather plain shoes, and either of his ears are decked out in a number of black, spike-shaped earrings, shining against his face in the multicolored light of the club. He moves towards the bar, hands slipped into his pockets, eyes narrowed. His blue irises are glazed over, and the moment he takes a seat at the bar he orders a drink. His head swivels side to side, looking up and down the rows of seats and people, before paying for his drink silently and sipping at the thing. Soon, he begins to take longer, deeper mouthfuls of the rum and coke, nearly half finished in the first minute of his arrival.
Jan 17 17:22:11 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Emerald eyes with silvered intrusions scanned the crowd slowly, the Irish woman making a display of the act. Completing her examination of the area, she offered a shrug to the man she was dancing with and settled her attentions back on him. The woman's hands slid down along the edge of the man's jacket before slipping past the material once more and play her fingers across his stomach. Her hands shifted slightly then to rest against his sides and hold him against her for a moment. This time, she melded her motions to his own as they danced.
Jan 17 17:29:24 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man's shoulders raise a bit in a rolling shrug, the leather of his jacket shifting with the motion of the muscle beneath. His dark pools rise from her to gaze out over the crowd of people. Keen, they seem to fixate on one particular direction though no expression past the original grin forms, masked beyond his own semblance. His motions shift against her within the sea of people, his large hands holding her waist firmly though unrestrictive as the lights overhead are the only thing that seem to flash their current position within the throng as his lips part to whisper something in her ear.
Jan 17 17:29:45 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Calyce gives Leannan a cookie! Yaaaaaay!
Jan 17 17:30:12 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Suddenly it begins to rain cookies from the heavens!
Jan 17 17:36:20 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming to have reached a decision over an unspoken question, the androgynous form once more begins to take long, slow strides onto the dance floor, eyes now visibly locked onto a particular pair. Each movement measured,  arms remain held over the youth's slender chest through each step, thin shoulders being used as a buffer between the willowy figure and the other dancers. Steps slowly, the figure stands in silence only a few paces away from the rough-looking man and the beautiful woman he's dancing with. Throat cleared softly, though not in a threatening manner, blue eyes gaze upwards at the pair, partially lidded and holding no sign of amusement within their depths.
Jan 17 17:43:34 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The raven-haired man glances around the club, turning his body and stool to get a better look. His eyes avoid the dance floor entirely, before they fall on a booth in the far corner, filled with rowdy-looking metal heads. The man sighs quite visibly, his body put into the motion, before he drains the last of his alcohol and stands, looking like a man admitting himself to the gallows. He trudges through the crowd, tugging at his white t shirt nervously along the way, one hand in his pocket. When he arrives at the booth of leather-blad punks, an introduction of sorts can be seen, before he slides into the booth and begins to speak with the men. His expression holds nothing but shame and fear, and after a few moments inaudible chatter, the blue-eyed, black-haired Elijah pulls his hand from his pocket, a little baggie filled with white powder clutched in his fingers. He sets the bag on the table, sliding it across under his hand to a man across the booth from him, before settling back and waiting in his seat. He casts a few wide-eyed glares around the club, apparently eager to get away from his current situation.
Jan 17 17:47:50 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Though she did not hear the sound over the music, the crimson haired woman never the less tilted her head slightly to regard the being that approached. Unsure of the other's gender, she only offered a light smile before looking back up to Christian and leaning in to whisper to him. The pattern of her dancing altered slightly, the intention being to press closer and rub against the man as she moved in to speak with him. It was a brief exchange and she dropped back down onto her spiked heels in short order.
Jan 17 17:52:12 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The tall man nods slowly, his brown hair shifting behind his head with the slow movement to rest against the back of his neck. His own motion moves back against her own as his lips part in a reply, the exchange ending on his own reply as his hands trail back down her sides only to fall away as she dropped back down before him.
Jan 17 18:03:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Returning the woman's smile with a polite nod, the youthful form's gaze now focuses on the man, eyes holding a dark glint within them now, along with a slight flash of irritation. One arm releasing its hold against a slender side, a hand rises up to massage a temple with long fingers, a certain familiarity visible within the circular motion. A gentle breath of air is released over barely parted lips, the sound akin to a soft sigh. Eyes closing as the youth's head shakes slightly, a few quick steps turn the figure away from the pair, strides lengthening as the form once more slips quietly into the crowd. Pausing mid-stride, an elegant neck turns, eyes open once more as a parting glance is taken over a broad shoulder. Fingers continuing their circular massage, the youth's head turns back around, though not before the fine lines of a clenched jaw and the slight narrowing of a piercing gaze is made evident.
Jan 17 18:05:53 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome individual dressed in the white t-shirt sits with the punkish men for a while, as one of them examines the powder he had previous passed over. Words are exchanged, and Elijah suddenly seems frightened. He coolly leans back, holding up his hands and gently refusing an offer, which brings frowns to his company's faces. With that, he reluctantly consents to whatever has been asked, leaning over on the table with a rolled up dollar bill to his nose. His head moves from left to right, before he leans back, taking his payment and stumbling out of the booth, suddenly looking sick to his stomach. His skin pales, his blue irises now visible as his eyes widen, and he heads for the bathrooms at the back of the club, clutching his stomach.
Jan 17 18:12:35 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: One silver adorned hand lifted to cup the back of the man's neck as the woman leaned up again to whisper against his ear. A soft nip was given to the lobe before the petite woman slid her hand down his chest and moved off through the crowd towards the restrooms. A soft smile was delivered over her shoulder to her former dance partner as she walked off and a little kiss was pressed against her fingertips and then blown his way. That same hand then flicked slender fingers through her hair to tuck a few stray locks that had obscured the woman's vision back behind her ear.
Jan 17 18:26:19 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Expression now calm and collected, the youth turns around to face the larger figure, head tilting to the side slightly as the hand massaging his temple moves slowly downwards, fingers now ghosting over his collarbone with repetitive strokes. "Hello Christian.", is stated in a tone as balanced and even as the youth's detached expression, one brow arching as the word is spoken. Blue eyes blink in an innocent manner, an dark smile playing upon full lips. "I'm glad to make it into your social calender." The last of these words are clipped and short, the clam facade faltering for a moment as teeth clench in an obviously irate manner.
Jan 17 18:27:49 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The raven-haired male disappears into the bathrooms, his movements fast and vehement, eyes wide, breathing quick and uncomfortable.
Jan 17 18:32:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman's step paused as she caught sight of the man darting into the bathroom and a light shake of her head caused tendrils of hair to displace from their careful arrangement. Ducking into the second set of doors, the woman moved into the bathroom to kill some time.
Jan 17 19:04:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still glaring at the man, the youthful form can be seen talking to the larger figure with obvious irritation, though his or her voice is kept low. Eyes narrowing slightly from time to time, the expression upon finely-drawn features is kept surprisingly passive as rose-pink lips move in rapid-fire succession. Head shaking once or twice, the youth's slender chest heaves slightly in yet another gentle sigh. Eyes scanning the room from time to time in a cautious manner, suspicion is cast upon whatever face brilliant eyes land upon. Finally, the youth simply wanders idly away.
Jan 17 19:08:01 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The door to the Men's bathroom is knocked open with both hands as the sickly-looking man stumbles into the thing, heading towards a stall. Bile begins to creep forward before he even makes it into the little fluorescent-lit room, and he holds a hand to his mouth, stopping the flow of this sudden reaction until he is safely inside a stall. The stall door is left open as he hunches over, body heaving violently, loud hurling sounds echoing throughout the room and out into the club.
Jan 17 19:13:44 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Curiosity urged the woman to follow the obviously ill gent. Glancing over her shoulder once she was past the door, a frown tugged at her painted lips from the intensity of the scrutiny she felt. Giving a mental shrug that manifested as a physical twitch of her shoulders, the woman moved forward..unmindful of the gender mismatch. Tilting her head slightly, she peeked in on the man she had followed and wrinkled up her nose for a moment at the smell. Waiting til the reaction calmed a bit, she would finally speak. "Had a bit too much to drink, then?"
Jan 17 19:34:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still wandering away from whatever confrontation took place, the willowy figure begins to walk through the room in a somewhat odd pattern, the shape revealing itself as an ever-expanding spiral after a few smaller circles are walked out. Long strides make movement through the crowd fairly quick, as does careful and precise attention to where the gaps and holes can be found. However, upon reaching the area of the bathrooms, a wall blocks the youth's path, drawing out several confused blinks of concern. Seeming to snap out of a trance, the willowy form's head tilts slightly to the side as a gaze is leveled towards the sound of vomiting.
Jan 17 19:38:40 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man pulls away from the stall, instantly shooting towards the sinks to wash himself up. He fills his mouth with water from the facet, sloshing it around, before spitting it out and repeating this. Before he takes a fourth mouthful of water, he turns, a frown on his face, tears and water dotting the corners of his eyes. His face is clean, albeit wet, and he stares at the woman who had followed him with a scowl. "Fuck yourself." He replies, drawing in great shuddering breaths, before putting a hand to his forehead and placing the other one against the sink, steadying himself. "Fuck you and fuck EVERYONE." His voice booms in the little bathroom, and he suddenly turns and rushes towards the doorway, nearly stumbling in his attempt to leave, head down, shadows darkening his face as he clutches his chest.
Jan 17 19:43:35 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Tsk," Came the woman's initial verbal reply. Her arms crossed over her chest and rather than looking offended, her features were drawn down in pity for the man. The brief distraction ended as he ran for the exit and after a moment she strolled to exit the room as well. Another little wrinkling of her nose was given to her surroundings before she saw him fumble in his escape and called after him. "If you need a cab, I'll pick up the charge..but it appears as though you might want to head to a hospital." Her tone was not unkind but it was not comforting either, rather it was quite matter of fact.
Jan 17 19:51:22 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Obvious recognition showing within cerulean eyes, the willowy youth's pace quickens slightly as the youthful figure walks towards the men's room. Giving another polite nod towards the woman's the youth calls out, "Elijah?", in a gentle tone, one hand slipping inside a shirt sleeve to shield a wide palm from the surface of the door as slight pressure it applied to it. There's a hint of worry within wide eyes, though no sign of crisis recognition appears upon the angelic visage.
Jan 17 19:55:55 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah nearly runs into Devon as he rushes out of the door, turning just quickly enough to avoid falling into the golden-haired man. This sends him off balance, and he slips sideways, desperately pressing his hands against the wall to keep himself on his feet. He turns, regaining his balance, and slips past Devon, rushing back into the crowd. His head turns just slightly, dark blue eyes peering over his shoulder at the androgynous figure. His face is still pale, chest working quickly as he breathes and exhales at an alarming rate. He pauses upon seeing Devon's face, standing in the rush of people.
Jan 17 20:01:20 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Slipping into the club, and looking about for the familiar face she was seeking, Nikita works her way towards the bar.  Disappointment clearly on her features at not spotting her intended date for the evening.  She nervously smoothes a hand over her tight outfit and puts on a happy face.  She decides to watch the crowd and hope for the best in salvaging the evening.
Jan 17 20:04:40 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He enters into the blub with slow steady steps, hanging up the phone as he does so and heading directly for the promoter, aftera  few minutes of mindless chatter they seem to settle on an agreement, a bit of a gleam in the Kindred's eye.  Settled and taken care of that, he heads over to the bar taking a seat as he removed the blues hat from his head, and pulling out a black and mild lighting up the smoke wiht a dark milky puff.
Jan 17 20:13:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes following Elijah's motions with obvious intrigue, body holding still for several moments. "Elijah?", is asked again, tone softer and more gentle this time. One arm casually unwraps from about the youth's slender chest, extending outwards with steady motions. Fingers beckon towards the seemingly panicked figure, each movement careful and precise. "Elijah, please come here." Each word is carefully measured, tone held with sense of endless patience. Lips stay pursed in a straight line, no emotions playing upon them.
Jan 17 20:17:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The raven-haired man turns, slowly, his chest still heaving as he takes deep, gulping breaths of air. He takes a few steps towards Devon, then a few more, finally stopping only a few inches from the other man's body. He stares directly into the angelic youth's blue eyes, his own eyes wide and puffy. His hands hang at his sides, fingers fidgeting endlessly in the air. "Fuck those guys. I had to do it. They would have thought I was deep cover. Fuck."
Jan 17 20:21:44 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Pausing, the crimson-haired young woman closed her eyes and briefly pressed her fingers against her temples before plucking a slim phone from a hidden belt high on her thigh. Looking at the number, she shook her head and frowned in clear annoyance as she headed for the door while flipping it open and yelling into the phone for her caller to hold on until she was some place with less noise.
Jan 17 20:24:43 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Settling at the bar, and ordering a drink, Nikita watches as the beautiful woman exits, then her eyes go back to combing the crowd for interesting people, finally resting on the couple of young men that appear to be arguing, or at least at odds, then it moves on, finally stopping on the clean and handsome looking man who has arrived at the bar after what appears some business with one of the club managers. She nods and gives a friendly smile, "Evening." she chances as a greeting to him.
Jan 17 20:28:22 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Letting out a steady stream of smoke as he turns his head, then gives a wide grin to the other woman and a gentle nod of his head, each movement precise and calculated as if even an inch more or less would ruin the atmosphere.  He spoke up, the low strumming of a stand-up bass.  "Good evening, indeed.  Enjoying yourself?"
Jan 17 20:32:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "It doesn't matter. None of it matters.", is stated by the youthful figure in a gentle, almost soothing tone. Eyes watching the slowly calming figure, a hint of discomfort flashes though brilliant eyes and ghosts over an angelic countenance, though it fades soon enough. "Just come here." A moment's pause draws out an added, "Please." Glance flitting about the bar for a moment, the willowy frame stiffens visibly, swallowing hard as a tongue darts out to lick full lips. Blinking slowly, lashes kiss rounded cheeks, pale skin tinged by the brilliant lighting. "It's just me and you.", is said finally, though these words come out somewhat less convincing.
Jan 17 20:41:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome, black-haired man steps forward, slowly, wiping the water from the bathroom facet off of his hands and onto his jeans, licking his lips nervously. "I had to sell,  Devon... My rent was past due... I didn't know what else to do.." His expression breaks, and in a rather pitiful display, a single tear glistens at the corner of his eye, and he quickly reaches up to wipe it away. "Fuckers. Fuck... I hate that shit. I hate the hard shit. Fuck." He steps nearer to Devon, drawing in shuddering breaths, his skin still pale from the violent reaction to the cocaine.
Jan 17 20:45:31 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: "Well, to tell the complete truth? No, I guess I was stood up, but I shouldn't complain, at least I got to go out tonight." Nikita replies to the query about enjoying herself.  "You? You seem to be having a good time, or at least getting some things accomplished."  She smiles and then looks to the promoter some ways away, only allowing her gaze to pause a moment on the two young males again before returning it to Donovan.
Jan 17 20:49:39 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: That same strange cool, calm, reassuring, yet vicious grin showed itself as he nodded another dragon's breath slipping past the trap of his lips.  "Yes, well, business is good, so there is not much I can complain about for the moment.  Oh, there is trouble afoot, always has been always will be.  But at least for the moment I can allow myself to grace of a smoke and good company, no?"
Jan 17 21:00:48 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding to his companion in an understanding manner, the youthful figure takes a long step, closing the distance between the two figures. Both arms are outstretched now, and them embrace the troubled form, pulling him closer. "Just ask me next time, okay?" There's no chiding in the youth's tone, only soft understanding. However, for a moment his jaw line clenches as the words, "Please stop crying.", are hissed out in a less-than tolerant manner. Eyes flicking upwards once more, a cautious eye is kept on the other patrons. Hands offering a comforting pat, the movement slows in a rather distracted manner.
Jan 17 21:09:25 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah frowns, reaching up with his right hand, the back of which rubs irritably at his eyes. "I'm not fucking crying." He states, though he doesn't pull away from Devon. "Alright... Fuck... Sor-" Just as he's about to apologize he remembers something, his mouth closing quickly before he can finish the word. "That guy's here." He says, looking up with puffy, irritated eyes from the constant rubbing. His skin has regained some of its color now, and his chest has slowed its pace. He leans in, lips hovering over Devon's ear as Elijah whispers something to the youth.
Jan 17 21:21:13 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: leans back, and his brow furrows as if he was deep in thought at the question before a slender hand gestures vaguely to the air, very non-chalant, almost as if a small breeze was pusshing it this way and that.  "If I were to get upset at something as small as a date, then I would find myself consistently depressed at the things that can happen in life.  So, I do try to stay relaxed, but like all people, I can lose my nerve.  I suppose it all depends on the situation.  Should I have a wife and be stood up by her?  Then, perhaps I would be upset, but if it was just the new girl on the block, the block and long, and each house holds a whole circus of crazy people to keep me entertained." The icy blue marbles lock with the woman's the smile lightening a bit to be a bit more reassuring.  "If I were a beautiful lady such as yourself though, I would hardly consider being stood up on a date a problem.  If anything, it is an interesting exercise in your ability to adapt and see what surprises really are in the 
Jan 17 21:21:25 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: are in the circus."
Jan 17 21:30:14 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head shaking gently towards his companion, brilliant eyes continue to scan the room with obvious suspicion. "No.", is spoken aloud. "We're staying right here." The velvety tone rolls off the youth's tongue in a smooth, confident manner, lip twitching into the faintest traces of a snarl. "I don't give ground because of unworthy creatures with delusions of grandeur." One arm unwraps itself from about the other man's body, retracting in its position so that it rests closely by his side. A thumb is pressed against the young man's face, wiping away a tear with a quick swipe. "And neither should you." As stoic sense of determination rings within the youth's words, giving them an added sense of power beyond their simple meaning. Finger's dance over the young man's cheek, caressing it softly as the touch travels downwards along his chin and jaw until the long digits trace the curves of his neck.
Jan 17 21:36:58 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah simply stands there as Devon's fingers dance over his face and neck, before he offers a nod in reply. "Yeah.. Normally I wouldn't even suggest it... Fuck, that stuff really shook me up." He shakes his head spasmodically, a visible shiver running through his form to accentuate the words. His blue eyes turn towards the bar, scanning the faces there curiously, eyelids narrowed. Elijah's pupils are still rather dilated, and he nervously reaches one hand up to scratch at his neck.
Jan 17 21:42:19 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The tall, leather clad man steps out from the Crank with one hand on his forehead. Fingers toy with the bandana there, pressing it back in adjustment before falling to his side again as he gazes about as if looking for someone in particular. A look of dissapointment can be seen on his features.
Jan 17 21:44:11 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Turning her head just in time to catch Elijah's gaze, Nikita smiles slightly at Donovan's easy manner and slick compliment.  She twirls the ice in her glass absently with the stir stick and without taking her eyes from the shook-up, pale young man she asks, "Someone you know? He seems rather upset..." after a moment she looks at Devon, "...or maybe just tripping on something" she adds. 
Jan 17 21:46:20 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: For her part, the woman was standing near the curb a few meters down the street. It had apparently been a long conversation as the phone was only now snapped close in a gesture of irritation. Slipping the edge of her already short hemline up a few more inches, the small device was replaced in its holster at her upper thigh. Still sulky, the Iris woman pulled her fingers through her long hair and received a few whistles and cat calls as she turned at an angle to look back towards the club. Her sulky expression was smoothly replaced with one of delight as she caught sight of the man.
Jan 17 21:54:33 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Walking towards the man, she would meet him halfway. While his pace was leisurely, her own was better described as sultry. The faint tip-tap of her high heeled boots carried the woman to her destination and an inviting switch of her hips showed with each step. "Oh? What did it want? It was staring at me afterwards..." She made a face as if to convey disdain.
Jan 17 22:06:12 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Body straightening up to his full height, the youth's piercing eyes study the pair looking at both he and his companion. Lips suddenly part as though to speak, then close just as abruptly. Head straightening from its leaning position, broad shoulders roll slightly, their thinness visible from beneath the thin material of the youth's shirt. A knowing nod is given to the pair at the bar, before the willowy form's eyes once more return to the man within his arms. "Did you want a drink? Or fresh air?", is asked quietly, tone holding a sense of understanding, and perhaps even a hint of true caring.
Jan 17 22:11:19 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He shakes his head, exhaling slowly, and gives Devon's shoulder an affectionate squeeze before breaking out of his embrace. "I need some water. I don't want to dehydrate." With that he turns, blinking several times and breathing steadily, before pacing towards the bar. Now and then he places a hand on his chest, inhaling deeply. When he finally gets to the bar he ends up next to Nikita, avoiding Donovan's gaze. "Just some water, thanks." His eyes stay ahead, trained on the myriad of alcoholic drinks behind the bar. He watches Donovan's well-dressed form out of the corner of his eye, his jaw tense, muscles in his neck moving visibly as he chews on the inside of his cheek, waiting for the water.
Jan 17 22:18:09 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Pursing her lips, the woman thought it over for a long moment before shrugging. "It's all the same, you know? So why don't you pick. If you got transport, I don't even really care where we end up. As long as it eases the boredom." Her own voice held a slight accent that hinted at English not being her first language. The words were perfect, however, and easily discerned.
Jan 17 22:18:48 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Never one to enjoy another's suffering, Nikita cannot help but turn, giving Elijah a concerned look, "Are you alright young man? Do you need medical help?" She asks.  She looks him over carefully, even leaning a little closer to sniff at him, probably trying to see if he's drunk, or smells like weed.  She then nods towards the other young man, the one that appears to be the comforter.  "Evening, is everything alright?"
Jan 17 22:28:33 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He says nothing to the youth, letting Nikita speak as she so pleases, and despite thinking things were settled, it was never quite that simple, so he let them be for now.
Jan 17 22:34:40 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Ooh! Let's go!" The reply was more directed to the mention of the bike than anything else as was evidenced by the fact that her eyes lit up when he indicated it. Dropping her hands a bit lower, she hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his jeans and gave a little tug as she took a step towards the bike.
Jan 17 22:39:59 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Following Elijah to the bar, the androgynous youth's gaze flicks cautiously between the young man and the other patrons in an almost protective manner. Upon hearing the woman's voice speaking to him, the youth's head turns slightly to look at her, glancing at his companion out of the corner of an eye. "It should be fine.", is stated in an even manner as one pale hand comes to rest upon the young man's shoulder, two long fingers snaking towards his neck to press behind an ear. Rosy-pink lips move wordlessly, though it seems to be numbers that the androgynous figure is mouthing. Nodding politely towards the woman, he states to her, "I think he just needs rest."  Gaze flicking over to Donovan for a mere second, all attention is once more focused on the pale, shaky young man. Leaning in, lips press against an ear, words being whispered gently.
Jan 17 23:08:26 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Once more the squeel of old metal against rubber whispers as he let's out a puff of his black and mild, blue crystals looking over to the men who just entered and raising an eyebrow  "Perhaps, but I wouldn't get too tussled over it.  Those kinds of people were practically bred FROM los angeles.  They come a dime a dozen."
Jan 17 23:15:05 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The steel garage door shutters rumble as they rise to the electronic device that the man on the bike activates as he brings it to a halt. His feet shift down to the asphalt below, walking the bike in slowly before stopping it within the garage as the shutter doors slide back down to their timing mechanism. He turns his head to gaze back at the woman behind him with a small smile, "This is my garage. I fix bikes and cars, bikes as the main."
Jan 17 23:18:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Once they were inside the building, she would pull the helmet off and give her head a shake to free her hair. A hand was pulled through the unruly tresses while she looked around. "Mmm..." She commented as her gaze returned to him and she returned the smile with a broader one of her own. "I like bikes," She admitted as she reached out to stroke the metal of the bike they'd come in on. "But I've never owned one."
Jan 17 23:19:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes still trailing after Elijah's departing figure, the youthful figure raises an tawny eyebrow in silent questioning towards the new crowd entering the club. There's a bit of lethergy within his eye, though a sense of caution and suspicion seems to override this, clearing the emotion from his brilliant gaze. Body shifting slightly, a slender hip rests idly against the side of a stool as both lithe arms wrap about his slender, and rather androgynous, torso, fingers trailing gently up and down the light material of his shirt before entangling themselves in the loose fabric.
Jan 17 23:27:13 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm, wouldn't that be delicious!" She mused as she pushed away from the bike with a gentle motion. "Guys get a kick out of little girls on big bikes." Her expression was light and joking and she moved to follow him. "I should warn you though, I can be very picky and exacting."
Jan 17 23:27:44 :: (GC) Carl rposed: keeps smiling as he rubs his hands as his friends return with 3 drinks. Carl being a moron wips out a cards and starts to shuffle, he talsk to his friends. "What?" he states outloud as he tries to hear over the music.. " Ohh fuck that, i do what i fucken want baby!!" he starts to deal out and looks at his cards, he looks around with a cheeky smile winking at the youthfull person, he then goes back to looking at his cards, looking like his trying hard to be shocked or suprised
Jan 17 23:35:32 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: "Oh? You don't think it's any problem then?" she tells Donovan, then she glances at the biker bunch once more and then shrugs daintily. "Okay, I guess I shouldn't worry then." She still seems bothered though.  She glances at the girlish looking boy next to her now that the pale youth has departed.  "Hi, I'm sorry, I was rude and didn't introduce myself, I'm Nikita Howell."  She looks Devon up and down slowly, perhaps trying to figure out the strange mix of feminine and masculine.  
Jan 17 23:41:17 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "No, not at all.  The rabble of the city like to draw attention to themselves that way.  Trust me, everything will be fine."  He says in a smooth easy voice, and gives just a brief nod and smile to Devon before letting them talk.
Jan 17 23:48:07 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyelids lowering to shadows the youth's gaze slightly, his elegant neck arches slightly, looking towards the woman speaking to him. "Devon.", is offered simply, in a polite tone. "Nice to...meet you.", the words come out somewhat stiffly ov er the youth's lips in an under socialized manner. Clearing his throat, his eyes once more begin to transverse the room, studying the bikers for several moments before turning back to the bar. Nodding curtly towards Donovan, the youthful form's eyes narrow slightly at the same time.
Jan 18 00:04:28 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Finishing up the small cigar he puts it out in the ashtray, and sits up as if adjusting his back, his hands idly resting on the belt as he waited to see how this would turn out.
Jan 18 00:12:38 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming rather socially overstimulated, Devon draws a slowly breath, releasing it in the form of a very gentle sigh. Weight shifting carefully from his heels to the balls of his feet, arms remain crossed neatly before him. Eyes closing for a moment, he nods a bit towards the biker in acknowledgment, though it's more of a courtesy than a greeting. Head shifting position slightly, the willowy form glances back towards the table of two other bikers, then back at the scruffy figure beside him. Blinking a few times, his gaze travels back over to Nikita as she speaks, only to look at the biker once more as a response is awaited.
Jan 18 00:34:11 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Unable to help herself, Nikita laughs at Carl's response. She just shakes her head and lifts her glass in a mock toast, then presses the glass to her lips, sipping so very lightly.  Then placing the glass back on the bar she grins at Donovan.  "Adventurous sort it would seem he is."  She frowns though when he starts bumping at Devon... it reminds her of a dog, that humps someone's leg.
Jan 18 00:37:33 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The man stood dropping money onto the counter, he pats the woman on the cheek and flashing a smile before making for the door.  "On me."  Another gentle nod to Devon and he ignored the big biker brute.  If she was all he had heard about, then Nikita was in no danger at all.
Jan 18 00:45:15 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Head turning to the biker in one swift motion, the youth's expression has gone from passive to fully detached, though one tawny brow does arch slightly at the words spoken to him. Narrow hips pushing off from against the stool, he softly announces, "I think that's my cue to leave...", in a rather off-handed and fairly serious manner. However, no other move is made for several moments as once more the cerulean gaze turns to Donovan, eyes following his form through the club and out the door, eyes holding a certain passion lacked upon his angelic countenance. "Bye.", is all but whispered as a few long strides are taken away from the bar and towards the doors.
Jan 18 00:49:24 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Nodding and then smiling at Donovan, watching both the shemale and the bikers make their way out, she gives a little wave at Donovan as well.  Then her eyes are on the crowd, almost predatory looking. Perhaps this wasn't such a bad night afterall.
Jan 18 00:50:09 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 18 01:38:57 :: (GC) Christian rposed: "So we will." He whispers in a heated reply as his hips press closer. The thickened phallous of his shaft rubs against her folds, parting them slowly. The girth splits her open wide then before his hips thrust forward, sheathing himself to the base with a powerful thrust. His lips part to that, a groan escaping from the back of his throat as his hands fall to grip her waist before him.
Jan 18 11:44:00 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 18 19:26:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The door to the pool hall swings open, and a handsome man dressed in a waiter's uniform enters the building. Dark bags sit under his blue eyes, his handsome face weary-looking. He reaches a hand up, after the door has closed, to run his fingers through the mess of black spikes on top of his head, the front his hair gelled sloppily into an upward position. He heads toward the bar, slipping his hands into his pockets and keeping his head down, avoiding eye contact with the rough bikers around him. His figure is rather thin, and he barely seems to reach six feet of height.
Jan 18 19:45:27 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter glances over from his seat at the bar, his back hunched, his loosened blue tie hanging in front of him. A cigarette already burns between the fingertips of his left hand, ribbony trails of grey smoke rising  around his body. He looks like a deer caught in a pair of headlights, though he frowns for a moment as he's called a 'cunt', his mouth opening in preparation of a retort. Upon seeing the bikers, however, his expression falls flat and he shakes his head, turning away while his right hand picks up the bottle of beer he had ordered. "I donno. Never messed with gambling, not my kind of sin." He replies, tipping his head back and taking a large gulp of his beer.
Jan 18 19:56:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's dark blue eyes return to their stare of the counter, his hand wrapped around the base of his beer bottle, the bottle's outside collecting glistening drops of condensation. The worn-out looking waiter raises the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag before exhaling a cloud of smoke.
Jan 18 20:05:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter continues staring at the counter, not bothering to look up as the biker speaks to him. He tips the beer back lazily, taking a loud, sloshing gulp, before setting the bottle back down, it's collision with the bar emitting a slight 'tink' of glass. "I hate those fuckers." He replies, taking a smooth pull from his cigarette, the smoke trickling from his nostrils and mouth. "They're all fucking cattle, man. Put on your happy face and eat a nice steak dinner with your little perfect fucking family, asshole. See you in Hell." He doesn't exactly say this to the biker, merely speaking his thoughts out loud. His expression becomes sour, and he lifts the bottle up again, before draining its entire contents in just a few gulps.
Jan 18 20:13:20 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The dejected waiter shakes his head, reaching up to run his fingers through his raven-colored hair again. "Fuck no I don't." He replies, turning and eyeing the man, his eyes already beginning to glaze over. "Society is never fixed. Revolution is the heart of humanity. Death and rebirth. Governments are abolished and replaced, old fads are replaced with new bullshit, we're as fucking circular as the Earth's spin." He shakes his head, a grimace touching his lips as he glances away, quickly twisting the top off his next beer bottle, worked into a fervor by the conversation. "The beast swallows its fucking tail. Fire to the suits, bombs for Congress, the guillotine for fucking executives!"
Jan 18 20:22:23 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah shakes his head, anger growing in his features as he tilts his head back, taking another long gulp of beer. "No. Fuck that." He replies, after returning the beer to the counter, and his gaze to Carl. "We revolted against Great Britain, a society that's been around for much longer than we have." Elijah looks away, taking a hurried pull from his cigarette, the smoke rolling from his mouth as he begins to speak again. "It's the fucking people. The revolution," He says, turning to face Carl as his cigarette hand rises, two fingers pressed against his own temple like the barrel of a gun. "Starts here. In the mind."
Jan 18 22:50:52 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Parking her car a bit down the street out of habit, the woman strolled up to the garage. Her hair was straightened and delicately styled with expensive clips holding her fringe out of her eyes. Fitted black cargo pants encase her legs and a sheer black silk shirt show off a nice amount of cleavage. The woman's expensive attire clashed noticeably with the surroundings she found herself in but the manner in which she conducted herself didn't chance in the least.
Jan 19 00:17:30 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 19 01:49:14 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 19 11:36:49 :: (GC) Siol forced Kenneth to save
Jan 19 12:19:07 :: (GC) Endymion forced Sybine to roomdesc A frail looking woman with copper curls
Jan 19 12:19:17 :: (GC) Endymion forced Sybine to doing is here.
Jan 19 13:49:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The door to the pool hall opens slowly, and a handsome fellow with dressed in a wrinkled waiter's uniform steps in, a black jacket fit snugly around his thin torso. The front of his short, black hair is spiked up, and dark bags sit under his blue eyes. He moves towards the bar, sliding his hands into his pockets and keeping his head down.
Jan 19 14:02:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's face moves upward slightly, his dark blue eyes peering out of the shadows on his face at Carl. He gives the man a half-hearted nod, and without responding verbally, takes a seat at the bar. "Rum and coke." His voice is barely a whisper, coming out of him without any force. He lights a cigarette while he waits for his drink, his shoulders hunched, forehead resting on the bartop, his eyes closed.
Jan 19 14:14:33 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The weary-looking man raises his head, his hand snaking out and up to slide along the bar, white fingers curling around the cold glass of rum and coke. He raises the glass to his lips, a drum-roll of clinking ice preceding his tiny sip of the stuff. His tongue snakes out, licking his lips before he takes a longer drink of the rum and coke, tilting his head back, adams apple bobbing as he drinks the alcohol down.
Jan 19 20:10:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Down the dark, ill-boding length of Doheny drive, there stumbles a handsome man in a waiter's uniform, ambling down the street, often using brick walls to support himself. A beer bottle sloshes in his right hand, and his feet pound a relentless, yet random pattern into the concrete of the sidewalk. His blue tie is loosened, and deep bags sit under his dark blue eyes. The front of his raven-colored hair is spiked up, and he stares around at nothing in particular as he makes his way down the street.
Jan 19 20:14:56 :: (GC) Seth rposed: Glancing up from an expansive street map, a pair of bright green eyes look out over the street, settling on the man in the waiter's uniform for a moment before the wildly fluttering map obscures him from view. A few curse words errupt from the bald headed mans lips as he fights to keep the map under control before turning his attention to the other man. "Oi, mate. You couldn't tell us what street 'm on could ya?" he asks, his accent a horrible combination of cockney english and brooklyn slurs. The man seems to get a better look at the wandering waiter, his brow furrowing as if attempting to figure something out. "If... if ya got a minute."
Jan 19 20:25:48 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Upon hearing a voice, the drunken waiter nearly falls down, barely keeping his feet by firmly planting a hand against the brick of a nearby wall. Unfortunately, this hand happens to be the one holding the beer bottle. The bottle cracks against the wall, before completely shattering and soaking the man's hand in beer. Glass shards fall to the ground, bouncing happily, free from their bottled shape and emitting a joyful 'tink' as they collide against the ground. "Fucking candles and cerspinarters....." The second word is hardly audible, a distasteful mixture of slurred vowels and consonants. He shakes his hand violently, as though attempting to make the beer drops fly from his skin. He looks over at the map-scouring biker. "Who knows, man. I just went down here. I don't have a compass. I fuckin go where the wind takes me, man. And I don't fucking colonize it either. This is a free street. We're not gonna work and ship the raw materials back to the fucking Crown. WE'RE FREE HERE." He throws down the surviving neck of the beer bottle, causing it to shatter on the sidewalk loudly.
Jan 19 20:33:36 :: (GC) Seth rposed: Staring blankly forward, the bald biker blinks a few times at the drunken waiter before beating the map into submission and tucking it in his pocket, forcing himself to his feet. Without saying anything, he begins to walk towards the drunk, his brow furrowing further as he gets into range of the man's toxic beer breath. Placing his hands on his hips, the biker continues to peer at the other man. "Are you right, mate? You look off ya fuckin' tits, maybe you should call a cab or somethin', huh?" he offers, smiling half pleasantly, half wearily at the beer soaked waiter. "Or if you can tell me where I is, I can give you a lift on the back of me bike over there.
Jan 19 20:33:42 :: (GC) Seth rposed: "
Jan 19 20:39:36 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's body sways slightly, like a reed in a breeze, although this reed is a thin, drunken man, and the breeze is alcoholism. "Last I saw. I was on Santa Monica. All those fucking rich whores and coke-head actresses, fuckin' culture machines and camera hogs and fuckin fancy cars and suits and fuckin'...." He trails off, placing a hand against the wall, his other rising to cup his forehead gently. After a moment of rest, he looks back up, blinking, his expression remaining dejected and drunken. "If you go north you'll get to Santa Monica. I'll buy you a drink. Come on. Adventure time."
Jan 19 20:45:42 :: (GC) Seth rposed: Not saying anything for a few moments, the skinhead's expression slowly turns to one of amusement, a deep throaty chuckle emerging from his lips as he glances back at his bike. "I can't say I don't appreciate the offer, but I think ya've had enough, mate." he says quietly, crossing his arms over his chest and shaking his head. "You'll get picked up by the cops or somethin', lemme give you a lift home."
Jan 19 20:50:15 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter stares at the biker for a long while, finally letting out a grumble and saying, "Cop tried to take my beer once. I told him to shove the Law up his ass." This is all he replies, stumbling forward slightly in acceptance of the man's offer, even though he  hasn't exactly acknowledged it verbally. "Thanks man. Might get mugged out here."
Jan 19 21:11:24 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 19 21:14:27 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter moves along, stopping near the bike and ignoring Seth's offer of help. "Highland!" He shouts out, as though suddenly waking from a bad dream and yelling the first thing that comes to his mind. "North Highland, man. My shitty fucking Kingdom."
Jan 19 21:23:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter grumbles darkly again, climbing onto the back of the bike as best he can. "Hey man what the fuck do I hang onto? Where the hell does my head go if we crash?" A few drunken mumbles end these questions, and he sits there helplessly, hands dangling at his sides.
Jan 19 21:27:51 :: (GC) Seth rposed: Chuckling to himself and shaking his head, the skinhead knocks the kickstand back up and half turns to glance over his shoulder at the other man. "Jus' hold on to me real tight, it's not that far right?" he says quietly, a smirk on his face. "And tell you what, if we crash, just try to land on me."
Jan 19 21:29:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Without hesitating, he grabs onto the sides of the biker's clothing, rather tightly, as though fearing for his life. "Alright.. If you say so." His feet go up, and he hunches over, ready to face the horde of drunken fears and loud motorcycling.
Jan 19 21:34:19 :: (GC) Seth rposed: Kick starting the engine with a grin, the bald biker grabs the leather skull cap sitting on the handle bars, lazily dropping it onto his shaved scalp. "Alright, hold on, the old girls got a bit of 'ooomf'." he says with a broad grin, gunning the engine and releasing the break, causing the tires to spin for a moment before they take off at breakneck pace.
Jan 19 21:43:55 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His hands clench even more tightly against the biker's sides, the waiter's eyes going wide. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit!" As they speed along he leans in, his drunken mumblings whipped away by the wind. "I'm Elijah!" He yells against the rush of noise.
Jan 19 21:51:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter listens closely as they screech along the streets like a banshee, horror and elation blending into his drunken features. "I'M FROM FUCKIN' NEW YORK!" He yells back, eyes wide and shoulders hunched. "LA SUCKS SHIT THROUGH A STRAW!"
Jan 19 21:54:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "AAAAAAAAHHHHH. YOU MOTHERFUCKER."
Jan 19 21:58:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Heavy breathing is heard from behind Seth, before the drunken waiter shouts out "RIGHT HERE MAN IT'S RIGHT HERE SLOW THIS UNHOLY BEAST DOWN."
Jan 19 22:01:42 :: (GC) Seth rposed: Frowning deeply, the biker pulls over to the curb, turning to glance over his shoulder at the waiter. "She's not unholy, Sally's a good li'l thing." he says gently, a wounded look on his features as he affectionately pats the bike's gas tank. Pulling his key from the ignition, the engine dies, the biker pulling off his skullcap and placing it on the handlebars again. "Now see, you're all safe and sound, stop bein' such a worry wart."
Jan 19 22:05:47 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter climbs off the back of the bike, breathing deeply and staring from the motorcycle to the skinhead. "Sorry. But a drunk man isn't meant to go that fast." He stumbles over to the side of the building, grabbing the wall to hold himself up. "Thanks for the ride man. Woulda been a long walk."
Jan 19 22:46:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Feel what?" the rather agitated female asked as she strode quickly from the room to retrieve her shirt. Pulling it on, she moved to button it before her shoulders slumped heavily. "Ugh...great, just great..." Grabbing up the ends of the ruined top, she pulled them roughly into a knot around her midsection. The effect could be described best as 'slumming it'.
Jan 20 19:16:22 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A .50 cal shot rings out and the New York Giant's kicker falls over, missing his head.
Jan 20 21:45:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Sitting on the curb across from Club Hades is a handsome man dressed in a worn waiter's uniform, bluish-grey smoke hovering around his body. In his right hand is a white cigarette, the wrapping rather lumpy, already burned halfway down. The smell of marijuana lingers around his thin form, his tie loosened and swinging down in front of his chest, eyes closed. He seems to be humming to himself, and he brings the joint to his lips now and then, taking little pulls from the thing.
Jan 20 21:53:26 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Walking along with slow and casual strides, a youthful form with golden curls can be seen with a hardbound book clutched in pale hands. Brilliant eyes scan the text with intense interest, peering up from time to time to check on the youth's place in the crowd. Footfalls are fairly silent despite the thickness of platform boots, and lithe arms rest easily against slender sides as elbows tuck in neatly by a trim waist. A long finger turns a page with great care, the motion careful and measured, the paper treated with a sense of respect. Gaze peering over the top of the binding one tawny brow arches slightly as the inquisitive gaze studies the form of the waiter in silence.
Jan 20 22:00:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter holds the joint out, taking a deep breath before opening his eyes. His lids are narrow, eyes glazed over, smoke hovering around his form. "Welcome to the United Snakes." He brings the marijuana cigarette back to his lips, filling his lungs before leaning back and exhaling the smoke in a long stream. "Smoke and Mirrors, stripes and stars. Where the dollar is sacred, and power is God." Elijah sits up now, dropping the smoldering, finished joint onto the ground before grinding it out with his foot. He glances around the street, rubbing his hands together and taking deep breaths. His dark blue eyes fall on Devon, and he watches the book-wielding youth with interest, head tilted to the side, an eyebrow raised.
Jan 20 22:10:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: As the book is partially shut, a red ribbon trailing down the item's spine is plucked up and placed between two pages, the material being smoothed against the paper several times before the tome is closed. Brow falling into place, the youth continues to look on with a sense of detached understanding, eyes wandering over the familiar figure with a lingering sense of intrigue. "Hello Elijah.", is stated in the figure's usual, mild tone, one hand lifting off of the book's leather binding to offer a short, stiff wave. Eyes glancing down at the cover once more, long fingers brush over the design embossed on the front with a certain reverence. "Feeling any better?" The words are friendly enough, though just slightly hollow in their timbre.
Jan 20 22:14:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man stands, slowly, and slides his hands into the pockets of his black jacket, casting a dazed glance around the area. His eyes come to rest back on Devon's angelic features, and he begins to make his way over to the youth, a smile tugging at his lips. "I'm fine." He replies, reaching up to rub the back of his head. The smile fades quite quickly, replaced by his usual dejected expression. "How are you?" He asks, stepping along the sidewalk, close enough to survey the leatherbound book in Devon's hands.
Jan 20 22:22:45 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Bored.", is expressed in the youthful figure's naturally candid fashion, his eyes roaming around the entire area with his usual caution gaze. One hand still clutches the book by its spine while the other rests atop the cover, fingertips tracing the dragon oroborus etched into the aged brown leather of the cover. Blinking once, his eyes focus on his companion's handsome face. "Is something wrong?" This time, the words carry with them a sense of duity and honor, mixing within his speech to create a tone of caring.
Jan 20 22:30:00 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Why are you bored?" Elijah asks, an eyebrow raised curiously. He sways slightly, before taking another deep breath and sliding his hands into his pockets. His eyes move down, staring at the book once more. "No... I said I'm fine. What are you reading?"
Jan 20 22:41:58 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Voice flowing out with a distant tone, Devon replies calmly, "I exist for my work. It defines me in some ways, drawing a path for my being to follow." Eyes looking out into the darkness with a glazed look to them, he continues softly, "But there's no work for me here. Nothing to guide me through the night." Head shaking softly, wispy ringlets tumble down to frame his features. "But that's nothing you should be worried about." One hand leaving the cover of the book, the fingers of the other grasp the spine more firmly as the free hand gestured towards the young man, beckoning for him to come closer. "It's many things really. My family by birth and blood, what we have come from and, perhaps even what where we are going." Eyes flick down to the simple book once more, gaze caressing the smooth brown leather, before darting back into the other man's eyes. "I'm looking towards the future with the past."
Jan 20 23:08:04 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: There's a moment of silent contemplation from Devon, the willowy form obviously thinking about something "I don't relax. It's in my breeding." The words, as strange as their meaning indicates, are stated in a blase manner. Once more his eyes turn to the book, head leaning just slightly to the side in quiet contemplation. "Maybe some day you'll be in these pages." Tone once more taking on a more personable manner, the youthful form glances around idly. "Since I enlightened you, is there anything you've wondered? Any subjects that you still find hard to grasp or any questions that you want answers to?" Calm blue eyes shift once more to the young man, looking at him with a vague sense of anticipation.
Jan 20 23:09:47 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah stares at Devon for a long time, his head nodding forward lazily. "Do you want to go into the club? Maybe talk in private?" He asks, glancing between the angelic youth and Club Hades, biting his lower lip as he seems to snap out of his high somewhat.
Jan 20 23:15:08 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As with most every night of the week, the crowds range far and wide down Santa Monica with tourists and paparazzi alike jockeying for positions to get a glimpse of the rich and famous. Also, as with almost every other night of the week, Ella chases the flow of the crowds to the current hotspot du jour. Tonight, though, the current of the crowd drags her to flashing police lights and a very familiar voice yelling. She skirts through the mass of people with practiced ease, standing on her tiptoes to try and see what's going on.
Jan 20 23:18:03 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Nodding as he turns his slender frame towards the club, Devon shifts his arm's position slightly so that his hand can entwine itself with Elijah's should the other man choose. Strides kept a little shorter and at a slower pace than normal, his speed is traded for precision and caution. The other hand continues to grasp the book with a firm grip, knuckles turning even paler than normal from the effort. Glancing over at his companion, the faintest signs of a soft smile tug ever-so-slightly at the corners of his lips, accented by a certain flash of belonging within his eyes.
Jan 20 23:22:13 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter's hand finds Devon's, fingers slipping between the youth's as he grasps Devon's hand affectionately. As they cross the street, Elijah returns the glance, an eyebrow barely lofted on his forehead as they move towards the club. "Why are you smiling?" He asks, his expression hardly giving away anything of his emotions, his eyes heavy-lidded as they observe Devon closely.
Jan 20 23:29:33 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A lopsided grin breaks out across Ella's pale face as she witnesses the scene, though the smile fades a bit around the edges as she tears her keen grey eyes away from the surly Occultist. She nudges past a few more people to get even closer to the barricade, already lifting her camera in a rather practiced motion to start snapping pictures of the scene. After the first barrage of flashes, she scans the landscape again, trying to see what the fuss is really about and where the erstwhile Adrien had stomped off to.
Jan 20 23:30:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: At first, there's no response from Devon to the handsome young man's question, the youth's own head turning away as the words were spoken. The grip upon the other's hand remained steady throughout the walk towards the club entrance and past the keen-eyed bouncers. Willowy body weaving easily through the parting crowd, the youth's grasp gained a slight firmness as the pair skirted the dance floor and passed the bar. Upon reaching his destination, another booth at the back corner of the room, Devon turns towards his companion with the same secretive smile, still without any words spoke.
Jan 20 23:36:29 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: After reaching the booth, Elijah continues watching Devon closely as they stands next to the booth, his expression curious as the youth turns to face him, hand still held tightly. A smile splits his lips, and he nearly chuckles after watching Devon closely. "Did you already Kiss my neck when I wasn't looking? You look a little stoned, Devon." The name rolls off his tongue, voice cherishing it, lips tasting the sound of the other man's name. "Okay. So. My questions."
Jan 20 23:41:16 :: (GC) Ella rposed: While smiling prettily to the cops that might be looking her way, Ella fades back into the crowd as if just another tourist or gossip-hound looking for some excitement. She loops around from behind the bulk of the crowd to head towards Adrien, her fingers readjusting settings on her camera with a tilt of her head. Without looking up, she asks quietly, "How badly do you want in there?" once near Adrien.
Jan 20 23:45:35 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "In the past, I've entrusted other mortals with partial truths and hints of what I am. Yet, I was never optimistic about them. I never hoped any of their names would appear in this tomb.", is explained in a calm and even manner as the book is held partially up. "But that's not what's important. It's your thoughts that we're here to discuss." Waking closer to the other man, the youth presses himself against the warmth of his companion's body. "Ask away.", is whispered softly, cool breath flowing against the man's ear.
Jan 20 23:46:38 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Pretty fuckin' bad. I'm about to go over there and make another entrance, right through that fucking little fucker fuck FUCK..", Adrien declares, losing control of his words towards the end, and allowing his sentence to disintegrate right into vulgarity. He growls, under his breath, and doesn't even look up at the woman. His gaze, dark as ever, just bores right into the cop. Perhaps he's trying to activate his eye lasers.
Jan 20 23:49:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter draws in a sharp breath as Devon presses against him, and his hands slide around the youth's form, held against the other man's back as he gathers his questions. "Okay... Are you guys like... In control of everything? Do you own the government?" His eyes close as he waits for Devon's answer, his breathing slow and comfortable.
Jan 20 23:56:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..What? Kindness?", Adrien asks, seeming less than optimistic about this whole ordeal, "..Don't get yourself in trouble, kid. I'll get in there later, after midnight..", he then murmurs, pushing to his feet and spitting in the direction of the cop...which only makes it a few feet out into the street. He starts to walk off to the east, down the sidewalk, while searching his person for another cigarette to light up.
Jan 20 23:56:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Pressing his forehead against Elijah's cheek, the youth gently nuzzles the man. "It all depends on who you ask. I'm not a politically minded creature." Inhaling softly against his companion's neck, Devon continues, "But no, we don't control everything. There are political figures bound to...'my' kind, as well as others who's clout is used though mind control. But more often than not, you control your own existence." Head moving downwards slightly, a gentle kiss is placed on the handsome you man's neck,
Jan 21 00:01:47 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a twist of her lips, Ella lets out a small chuckle and just shakes her head for a minute. On silent feet she casually saunters up to Adrien in order to catch up to him, falling in step beside him. Her head tilts to one side as if she were thinking over her words carefully before carrying on in a voice that won't carry to the police or other people around her, "Well, no. Locks mean very little to me and I know that, due to strict fire codes, places like that," she gestures with one hand to the taped off strip club, "have more than one entrance. If you feel up to it, I can get you in through the back."
Jan 21 00:05:53 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Oh, I'll be getting in through the back..", Adrien murmurs, allowing his lips to curl up into a wolfish smirk, as he searches through his pockets. Finally, he finds a cigarette, which seems to have been crinkled up a bit during his assault on the cop. Nonetheless, he clasps it between his lips and lights it up, "..As far as the fucking building goes, though, I'll just come back. I can shoot the locks out. And I've got a big fuckin' bottle of formaldehyde that's needin' used, sugartits..".
Jan 21 00:10:50 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A creeping blush crawls up onto Ella's cheeks as she smiles wryly at the man walking beside her, tucking her hands loosely into the pockets of her cargo pants. "Ah, well, was just trying to save you some time and aggravation is all," she mutters, before biting loosely at her lower lip. "What did happen there, anyhow? Looks like something big to get the cops all out here and disgruntled."
Jan 21 00:15:51 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Something got 'em all up in arms. It got leaked to the paper that the bodies that were found in there, didn't have a brain to share between 'em. Sort of like those cops..", Adrien mumbles, still walking the whole time, "..Something's going to run around and steal grey matter, it's going to be dealing with me. I think..".
Jan 21 00:16:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Something got 'em all up in arms. It got leaked to the paper that the bodies that were found in there, didn't have a brain to share between 'em. Sort of like those cops..", Adrien mumbles, still walking the whole time, "..Something's going to run around and steal grey matter, it's going to be dealing with me. I think..".
Jan 21 00:26:47 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You see as much shit as I have, then you start learning to pick out the good and the bad from the Inquisitor. It's just a knack that I have..", Adrien admits, taking a long puff from his cigarette, and burning almost half of the thing down. Expelling a cloud of smoke, he states, "..Don't go snooping around in there without me. You never fucking know what sort of shit is creeping around. And you don't want to fuck with something that takes brains. Leave that to people without 'em, like me..". Then, in silence, Adrien Cross walks for several more steps, turning the corner and heading south on North Highland Avenue.
Jan 21 00:32:00 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Oh ye of little faith," Ella exclaims with an overexagerrated roll of her eyes and a heavy sigh. Dropping her voice down to a mumble she adds with a finger poking into Adrien's ribs, "I do have more talents than those you've already explored, you know. It's kind of my job. It's what I do. I find things, see things, tell these things to people who can do something about them," she grins impishly as she pokes him a second time, "and that would be you. I'm good at being quiet when I want to be, but when I don't have to be I don't like to be. You see?" she asks, fluttering her eyelashes up at him with a giggle.
Jan 21 00:42:04 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At the jab of his finger on her nose, Ella tilts her head back enough to keep him from digging for gold in one of her nostrils. Her eyes widen a bit as she has no choice but to listen to his growling, her storm grey eyes peering past his hand to his livid eyes as they bore into her. "Who said anything about you having to rescue me?" she asks, her tone turning indignant. "I don't need to be rescued, but if it would make you feel better about it I'll go with you instead of alone."
Jan 21 01:07:42 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Good..", Adrien murmurs, depositing the quarters into the machine, and pulling open the front.  He doesn't just grab one, though, but all of them, before letting the metal door slam. Slipping them underneath his arm, he doesn't even stop to check for oncoming traffic, before stepping out into the street, and heading across the road, to where Ye Olde Triangle lies in wait, "..You coming up? Or do you have people to stalk?".
Jan 21 01:11:44 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At Adrien's response she grins wide as if winning a small victory, or pulling something over someone's eyes for the time being. Something flickers through those eyes of blue-grey at the obvious invitation, her head bobbing in response as she strolls leisurely across the street. "Why not? I won't have more to stalk until all the trendy clubs are closing around," she pauses to glance at the watch on her wrist, "oh around four in the morning or so. Though really I won't cry if I miss last call this once."
Jan 21 01:23:16 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: About half-up the staircase, Adrien stops dragging the young woman behind him, and allows her to walk of her own free will. At the top, he pulls a key from his pocket and uses it to unlock the door, before letting them both into the quaint dwelling that is just above Ye Olde Triangle. The key is tossed onto the table next to the door, and when both of them are in, he's careful to lock it, "..Nothing broke in this far. I figure we're safe for now. No sign of that bitch with the fucking dominatrix fetish, at least..", he states, peeling out of his brown leather bomber jacket, and tossing it onto the chair.
Jan 21 01:27:44 :: (GC) Ella rposed: While slipping into the apartment behind Adrien, Ella can't help but to let out a small chuckle. "You know, most men wouldn't complain about that," she mentions in a teasing voice before taking another long pull from the mug. She tips her head back to glance over the ceiling, as well as the walls all around her to make sure nothing is hiding. "At least it doesn't look like anything came in, though sometimes the people -really- good at breaking in can make it look like they were never there," she muses aloud before shaking her head and setting the nearly empty mug on the work table.
Jan 21 01:30:25 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Taking up the glass mug, Adrien walks over to the wall near his smoking chair, and behold, there is a tap! The sign of a serious alcoholic. It must be connected with the bar below, "..Yeah. Well. I don't like a bitch that can stomp my shit. At least, not all of the time..", Adrien explains, topping the mug off and bringing it back to Ella, "..And you did see the fucking way she crashed through my god-damn window, right? She might have been a vicious fucking supermodel in tight leather, but she didn't quite have that subtle-fuckery mastered.".
Jan 21 01:34:06 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A bark of sudden laughter escapes Ella's mouth as she wraps her fingers back around the mug, more out of reflex than any real want to ingest more alcohol. "Yeah, she was really lacking in the people skills department. Why was she after you anyhow? Did you mistake her bowl of Cheerios for a toilet?" she asks, every bit of her attention focused upon Adrien.
Jan 21 01:42:34 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Loosening his black tie, the man clears his throat, "..Fuck if I know. There's one-hundred and one things out there that want to get a piece of this. I stopped keeping up after the first dozen or so. Fuck 'em. I know what my job is. And I know what I have to fuckin' do..". He takes a smaller, plastic cup off of the table, and fills and drains it several times from the tap, in a matter of a minute.
Jan 21 01:53:32 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "I'm either running for my life. Chasing something for someone else's fucking life, or drinking..", Adrien explains, as if that should be the most obvious answer in the world. He fills and empties the plastic cup just one more time, before crumbling it up and tossing it into the small trashcan, "..Sometimes I get to sleep. On the rare occassion. It doesn't fucking happen often enough though, I can tell you..".
Jan 21 01:59:29 :: (GC) Ella rposed: True concern flashes briefly across Ella's face before she's able to wash it away with a downward glance and a faint smile. She gently swirls the mug in her hands, watching the amber liquid slosh as she murmurs, "I'm glad you do. Someone has to. The..." she pauses, casting a wary glance at Adrien as she remembers all too well his recent outburst, "the -others- grandstand and gloat, but when it comes to actually getting the damn job done they flake out. But you're way different, and it's a damn good thing you're around since you don't have your head halfway up your ass."
Jan 21 02:05:03 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..No. Un-fuck-fortunately, it's my job to have my head up someone else's fucking ass. And let me tell you. Their shit /does/ stink. Whether they fucking admit it or not..", Adrien admits, pulling his Desert Eagle out of the shoulder holster, and ejecting the clip, though he does leave one in the chamber. Resting them on the table, he begins to loosen the buckle on the actual straps of the holster, "..And yeah. Fuck the other things. Fucking hypocrits, is what they are. Can't stand 'em. Don't even go around 'em..".
Jan 21 02:32:34 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Because half of that shit that's out there doesn't sleep..", is all that Adrien speaks, slipping out of the shoulder holster, and tossing it onto the table. He grabs a small, frozen pizza from the fridge, and puts it into the microwave; box, plastic and all, and pushes a few of the buttons, before hitting 'START'. 
Jan 21 02:41:54 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You're probably not going to find much that's interesting up there..", Adrien states, not even cussing while doing it, which is odd, in itself, "..Not a completely normal, totally human-without-anything-weird girl like yourself..". He sounds convinced, when he says this, or perhaps, more reassured. He pops himself down into his smoking chair, and watches her rear as she peruses the assortment of odd books.
Jan 21 02:48:47 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A grin sweeps across Ella's face as she turns her head -just- enough to peek covertly over her shoulder. "Maybe if you say it three times while clicking your heels together, it might come true?" she ventures with a giggle as she turns her head back around completely, deciding to stretch her arms to reach one of the books perched on a higher shelf. She stands on her tiptoes as she does so, the muscles in her back shifting and tensing, until she can wrap her fingers around the spine of the book. "I think some of the stuff John Dee and those other psychics came up with is based on fact, just not a fact we can see while sitting in this place at this point in time," she tries to explain, though doesn't continue with that line of thinking since it would inevitably lead to the Umbra and spirits.
Jan 21 02:58:40 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Trust me. I've fuckin' said it more than three times..", Adrien states, picking up a cheap cigarette lighter off of the table, and rolling it about in his hand, while watching the stretched out form of the woman as she tends to snagging a book from his highest shelf. Silently, he murmurs a prayer to himself, or perhaps, an oath, before speaking again, "..And yeah. There's shit out there. John fucking Dee and them are the least of what needs to be worried about, though..".
Jan 21 03:09:45 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..If I were going to wear a fucking costume, trust me, I'd wish for a whole lot more than just fucking that..", Adrien promises, letting his thumb slip over the lighter and spark it to life. He runs his hand over the flame, once, and then twice, before extinguishing it, though his dark sights never leave the form of the woman at all, "..Besides. I don't photograph well. Ask the dead bodies in my closet..", he adds in, little to no teasing tone in his voice at all.
Jan 21 03:19:07 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The remnants of Ella's good-natured smile vanish within an instant, though the mirthful glimmer in her slate grey eyes is slower to fade as she silently turns back around. Once again, she stands on her tiptoes, but only to slide the book back into its home. She doesn't linger as she had before, and once she's done she turns back around and appears to walk towards Adrien. "Just like you, I can't help what I am. I am what I am. I'm not going to apologize for it because I enjoy it. I enjoy being able to fly. I enjoy being able to heal what could kill most anyone else. But beyond all of that, I enjoy being -me- and I wouldn't be me if I couldn't do what I can do," she tries to explain in a rational tone of voice, though the mask slips and a hint of anger bleeds into her words. When she stops, she's standing just over him with her eyes narrowed and her arms crossed in front of her, completely fearless even though she speaks to someone that could break her in half without even thinking twice about it.
Jan 21 03:23:24 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Several seconds pass as Adrien sits there, staring up at the woman's who's demeanor had just shifted. Finally, finding his words, he blurts out, "..Are you on drugs? What the fuck is wrong with you? I don't know what you think I was talking about, but I wasn't talking about that shit..", this admission made with a bit of a blank 'What in the Hell' look plastered upon his rather average face. He's paused for just a second, before gathering himself again, "..Jesus. Touchy? I can't handle anymore self righteous shit tonight. You need to just shut the fuck up and take those clothes off.".
Jan 21 03:29:40 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Instead of instantly catering to that command, Ella takes another step forward in order to kneel on either side of Adrien's thighs with her toes pointing out behind her. One hand cups his chin as she lowers her face, her lips colliding with his with a small sound echoing in the back of her throat. When she's tasted her fill for that moment, she tears her mouth free to begin pulling off her t-shirt.
Jan 21 03:43:09 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Fuck. And here, I thought I had some sort of magical power..", Adrien murmurs, with a half-hearted attempt at comedical value, and between the times when lips are touching, feeling, and tasting. One hand drops down to fiddle with the zipper and the button on his pants, before both reach back up, and slip around Ella, feeling out the geography of her back. In an almost teasing voice, he reminds, "..Didn't your father warn you about men like me? Isn't that what you said..?".
Jan 21 09:54:21 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A meteor falls from the Heavens and splatters Gabriel.
Jan 21 11:03:37 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Good evening" The blonde man would say before nodding deeply to the girl and offering an equally warm smile, "Sorry couldn't help but notice your style, I like it" he said with a soft laugh, "So hows it goin?"
Jan 21 11:16:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Well, that sounds like an interesting evening, I know this little place nearby if your interested" He would say while glancing over his shoulder, "Good drinks, or atleast always have been... My names Gabriel by the way" that said he would extend a hand toward the woman, his smile fading into more of a smirk.
Jan 21 11:52:49 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Two of your finest bourbons....actually make them both doubles" He would say winking toward the bartender befor turning to face the girl, "A mechanic eh? thats pretty impress, I knew I liked your style for some reason" he would move slightly closer to her and lower his voice, "I'm not very mechanical myself.. do you have your own shop or work at one?" pure interest gleaming in his eyes while the bartender poured their drinks and slid them to them, moving away as if not even expecting to be paid.
Jan 21 11:54:59 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "Work here and there when I can..." Sybine's voice gains a bit of confidence as she speaks as she slips her jacket off of her shoulders and lays it over the back of her stool. The tattoos tracing her arms are instantly visible even in the low light. "Not many shops take me very seriously when I walk through the door."
Jan 21 11:59:28 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Why not?" he would ask as he lifted his drink and took a slow sip of it, his eyes never leaving the girl, "I'd say you're probably better than most of the men at the shops, am I wrong?" he would ask leaning in alittle closer to the girl, "Maybe I can get you to do some work for me sometimes" he would say with a wink.
Jan 21 12:39:50 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: Gabriel would chuckle as he would look down allowing some golden strands of hair to fall over his face, "Of course.. I can promise you that you would be well compensated" he would lift his drink to his lips and finish it off before placing it down on the bar and lifting his gaze back up slowly scanning the girls features carefully, "But do let me know what you can find out"
Jan 21 13:01:06 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Well you should visit France somtimes...I'm also a big fan of London and Rome" a wide smile played across his lips as he continued to sip on his drink from time to time, "Theres nothing like being caught up in a unkown culture.. the feeling is amazing...to stand somewhere and know exactly where you are, but yet be completely lost at the same time" he would say with a chuckle.
Jan 21 13:05:10 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "Kind of like being in LA," Sybine notes, laughing softly again before taking another drink to finish her glass. "I've heard they're all amazing." Her eyes passing to one of the fishtanks and back to Gabriel, her sea-green eyes scanning him for a moment. "There are still a few states I've yet to visit, road to explore, ways to dent the body work on my bike... So I think I'll toy with those before I go out of the country just yet."
Jan 21 13:11:05 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Pwn4z4ruz r3>< eats Elijah!
Jan 21 13:12:25 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Everyone suddenly feels like their lungs are full of nitrous
Jan 21 14:00:53 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 21 14:16:06 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 21 17:10:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Walking along the strip at an easy and casual speed, a willowy form can be seen weaving through the gaps in the crowd. However, as the writhing mass of humanity seethes to a stop, so does the youthful form. One tawny brow arches slightly in silent questioning as cerulean eyes study the area with a cautious gaze. Seeing the police tape blocking entrance to the club, the youth's head tilts to the side somewhat quizzically. Blinking a few times, the expression soon fades to a detached indifference.
Jan 21 17:28:17 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Keen gaze spotting the one-armed figure, the youth studies the man's movements and actions with care. Head tilting once more, then righting itself, eyelids shadow the brilliant gaze slightly, as well as the emotion told by them. Sooty lashes kiss the rounded apples of pale cheeks in the process, as lips part as though to say something. However, all that escapes is a soft puff of breath. Lithe arms wrap about a slender torso in an almost protective manner, long fingers rubbing lightly along curved sides.
Jan 21 17:40:11 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Eyes still following the apparent officer with a cautious eye, the youthful figure shifts weight from the balls of feet to the heels, the well-polished leather of platform boots creaking softly from the movement. Fingers now weave themselves though the thin material of the youth's loose, black shirt, expression passive and lips pressed into a thin, pursed line. Once more, full lips part slightly, though still nothing is said for several long moments before a quiet, "Hello.", is produced. The tone is soft, almost gentle, in its timbre, and as androgynous as the figure who spoke the single word.
Jan 21 17:41:18 :: (GC) Donnie rposed: Looking up once more the man, a bit shocked over her speaking to him retorts. "Yeah Hey." in a muttered fashion, giving her a closer look as he brushes off his trenchcoat, looking her over again. "You like looking over police areas?" He questions sarcastically.
Jan 21 17:51:52 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Not seeming to notice the sarcastic tone of the detective's words, the youthful figure replies candidly, "Sometimes. It all depends on the crime. And the media, of course. They either raise interest, or become so repetitive that it becomes boring..." Tone trailing off in an idle fashion, the youth's head once more leans slightly to one side. Brilliant eyes sweeping the man's form, the youth returns his appraising gaze in an obviously analytical fashion, eyes looking not over his form, but through him. Nodding curtly after a moment, the willowy form's head straightens.
Jan 21 18:12:28 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: One short step shifts the willow figure's angle so that the youth can look at the one-armed stranger. One broad shoulder shrugs slightly, the thinness clearly visible through the shirt's light material. "Crimes that boast common simplicity, like a convenience store robbery, are so often committed that they've seemingly become a staple of our culture." There's a slight halting tone in the youth's voice, cutting each syllable as it flows over rosy lips. "Where as, things such as car chases are too dramatic, more at place in the cinema than the real world." Peering out of the corner of an eye back towards the club, a dark look flashes though the brilliant gaze for a moment, a twisted grin playing upon the corners of the youth's lips. "Intrigue, with intricate and unusual details strengths the allure of a crime." Nodding once in a curt manner to nobody in particular, the youth falls silent waiting for a reply.
Jan 21 18:26:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I didn't.", is offered in a clipped fashion as the youthful form's gaze once more begins to visually measure the stranger in an almost suspicious manner. Long fingers untangle themselves from the material of the shirt, the entire hand and arm raising upwards in the process. Slowly, with a ghosting touch, nimble fingertips begin to trace the alabaster skin over a prominent collarbone. Once more, eyelids fall to partially shadow the youth's eyes as the willowy figure contemplates in silence. "You tell me your's, and I'll tell you mine.", is finally offered as a compromise.
Jan 21 18:40:56 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more, an obviously candid answer is given in reply, "No. But I keep my word. My name is Devon.", is stated in a blase manner. Angelic visage still passive in its expression, a hint of suspicion begins to creep over finely-drawn features. "You were able to cross the police tape, so I assume that you work for the LAPD then." The words hold a certain curiosity mixed with demanding within them, fitting for a youth in their late teens. Still, though, no final hint as to actual gender is presented. "You're wearing plain clothes though, so are you a detective then? Or just off duty?"
Jan 21 18:48:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A handsome man dressed in a waiter's uniform walks along in the gutter, avoiding the crowds of paparazzi and club-goers all together. A cigarette sits between his lips, idly burning away, while his hands rest in the pockets of his black jacket. He moves along at a slow pace, his head down, eyes staring at the ground in thought.
Jan 21 18:49:08 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "Clean-up crews wear uniforms, and come with kits. If you were the owner, you wouldn't be able to just go past the yellow tape on a whim." Each of these statements are spoken with a sense of knowing, though the words aren't haughty in their tone. Rather, they have a certain softness to them, the youth's voice just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the street. "So, then, tell me. What are you?" Head leaning to the side as this question is posed, the youth watched the one-armed figure with a piercing gaze.
Jan 21 18:53:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As the waiter passes by the taped-off building, his head rises slightly, dark blue eyes peering out of their shadowy sockets to observe the building curiously. He glances between the cops, pausing his walk through the gutter, and frowns. One hand begins to slide from his jacket as the look of irritation grows stronger, but suddenly the waiter seems to think better of whatever he had planned, and reluctantly slides the hand back into his jacket pocket. A cloud of smoke flits from his nostrils as he turns averts his gaze, staring around the street until he spots the angelic teenager speaking with the cop.
Jan 21 19:01:45 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Gently, the willowy form all but whispers, "It's just a matter of observation.", in a rather distant manner, the words more quoted than spoken. Brilliant eyes glazing over as though in a daze, the youth lapses into silence once more. Fingers still tracing the outline of the collarbone, a short nail is raked over the porcelain flesh with some pressure, leaving a trail of red in its wake. Blinking a few times, the youth's head shakes slightly, wispy golden curls framing the angelic countenance. Eye sharpening once more, they quickly pan the crowd, an obvious flicker of recognition flaring within their pale depths.
Jan 21 19:09:12 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter watches Devon for a moment, taking a hand from its pocket to grab his cigarette and ash it casually, his eyes still on the youth. His expression remains dark and thoughtful, and after a moment he steps forward, approaching the youth with his arms at his sides. "Hey." Elijah's voice is faint, and he raises his arms to offer Devon a hug.
Jan 21 19:15:55 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: After giving Don a glance out of the corner of an eye, a small though polite nod is given to the man before the piercing gaze focuses fully on Elijah. A few long strides closing the gap between them, the youth presses his willowy form against the other man as his lithe arm unwrap from about his own torso, only to wrap them about his companion in a warm embrace. "Hello Elijah.", is said in a gentle manner, the youth's head nuzzling against the other man's chin and neck.
Jan 21 19:21:50 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As Devon nuzzles against his neck, one of Elijah's hands rises, touching the back of the youth's head, his fingers sifting through the golden curls there. His lips stop next to the youth's ear as he begins to speak softly. "So... What are you guys all working for? I mean, are you all in this together, or is there conflict... It's so weird..." He says, his voice trailing off as his eyes begin to slowly close, head leaning into Devon's somewhat.
Jan 21 19:29:39 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: No sound is heard from Johnny's figure as he doesn't move save his eyes, which can be seen under the dark silohette of his hair, darting around in a manic manner. Somewhere between a wounded animal, and the dad from The Shining. As her knee touches his, she would find it as unyielding as a brick wall.
Jan 21 19:32:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Holding his position against his companion, the youth's voice lowers it's tone in a somewhat comforting manner. "In any existence, there's always going to be differences in opinion. Some fight to raise things that should be destroyed, while others fight to keep them from this place and time..." Tone trailing off in obvious contemplation, "It's long and complex." A slight cough, more like a harsh laugh, escapes him. "But then, aren't most things? If things go right, this won't be simply my world anymore. It might be ours." Pausing once more in contemplation, Devon asks, "Would you want that?", in a rather tentative manner.
Jan 21 19:38:00 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's hand continues to rub against the back of Devon's head as he contemplates, eyes still closed. Before he speaks they flutter open again, and he draws a deep breath before replying. "Naturally. But... How does that affect us? I mean, are you all really that much different?" His eyes close once more as he thinks, fingers pushing through the youth's golden hair. "Is it a better world? Because mine sucks, Devon. It really blows."
Jan 21 19:38:12 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: A doe brown eye peaks out through the hands covering the side of his face, as the softest whisper of a voice can be heard, "The devil made me do it.." Then quick as flash the eye is gone and he moves into a tighter ball. Overhead the sky rumbles with thunder from the excessive heat of the day.
Jan 21 19:42:03 :: (GC) Althea rposed: One pale hand, peeking out from the torn sleeve of a black hoodie, creeps forward, alighting on Johnny's knee. Althea's touch is light, uncertain; she is worried that he will lash out and hurt her. "What did you do?" she whispers, leaning in close to him. "It's okay, you can tell me."
Jan 21 19:48:25 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Once more falling silent for several moments, Devon simply gazes upon Elijah as he contemplates. "I wouldn't know.", is finally offered. "I was born into this world, even before I received the embrace and was created anew. I never truly lived as a mortal." Long, nimble fingers now reach to caress the other man's face with short, soft strokes. "Things between us, they would change drastically. You'd change drastically. You'd loose your humanity, your views of the world, and most of all, your view of me." Head now moving so that lips rest against the smooth skin of his companion's neck, another gentle, though lingering, kiss is placed against the warm flesh. "As I've said before, you might even grow to hate me."
Jan 21 19:55:09 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter turns his head, his raven-colored mess of angled hair brushing against the side of Devon's head, his hand continuing to press against the back of the youth's head affectionately. "I don't know if any of that stuff is so great, anyways. I've lived as a loser for too long, I think." He lets out a little sigh, pressing his cheek against the side of Devon's head. "But I don't want to hate you, Devon. I wouldn't hate you."
Jan 21 19:59:57 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Shit, I'm fucking this up pretty thoroughly," Althea mutters to herself. She puts the bear away. "It's okay, it's gone now," she says softly, as though talking to a frightened child. "They're not hurting anymore, Johnny. They're not suffering. The devil made you do it, so it's not your fault."
Jan 21 20:04:02 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "If you were to come into my family, into my world, your morals, standards and, in essence, all that makes you human, would have to be stripped away." A soft breath is released though flaring nostrils, the cool air flowing over warm skin. "I can't tell you all of the details, not like this." After a moment of hesitation, Devon continues, "But your image of pain would be rather...expanded." A light nip is applied to Elijah's skin, not enough to draw blood, but there's pressure behind this playful bite. "You can't grasp these things in your current form." Leaning against the fingers entwined in his hair, he shakes his head slightly.
Jan 21 20:18:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Alot worse than withdrawals?" He asks, a playful grin on his features, even in the middle of such a foreboding conversation. "I don't know. Do you think I'd be able to handle.. whatever it is you're talking about?" He leans his head against Devon's once more, waiting for a reply. Slow, deep breaths move throughout his thin form, his body still smelling faintly of marijuana.
Jan 21 20:24:48 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The rumbling roar of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle can be heard in the distance as a tall man approaches astride it. Large hands grip the handlebars ungloved and dark eyes gaze about, taking in all that is around him with a long sweep before focusing ahead dismissively.  A soft hmm of vibration forms in the back of his throat though it's drowned out by the sound of the engine. The bike begins to slow then as it nears, making its way into the parking lot of the Crank as the engine dies to a low chug.
Jan 21 20:32:58 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man turns on the bike, gazing up at the sign of the crank. His lips purse in thought before shaking his head slowly to himself. "No, i've gone this place too many times now." is said in a mutter before wheeling the bike backward, "Time for a change of pace." He turns the bike in the motion before rotating the throttle and kicking his feet up. The bike rolls slowly forward with a low chug from the parking lot before roaring to life as he heads back off down the street.
Jan 21 20:36:03 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The rumbling roar of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle can be heard in the distance as a tall man approaches astride it. Large hands grip the handlebars ungloved and dark eyes gaze about, taking in all that is around him with a long sweep before focusing ahead dismissively.  A soft hmm of vibration forms in the back of his throat though it's drowned out by the sound of the engine. The bike begins to slow then as it nears, making its way through the intersection before stopping at its side as he shifts his dark gaze back over the area in mild suspicion. ((so I recycled half the pose. so sue me -_-))
Jan 21 20:39:01 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "I don't know.", is stated in a candid and honest manner. "A lot of great minds and strong bodies shatter." The words are blunt, nothing about them exaggerated or melodramatic. "Some are just more accepting of it than others. It's probably a form of evolution actually, nature's way of choosing who is meant for a higher place in existence." Pulling away from his companion for a moment, Devon nods thoughtfully, eyes scanning the room in an almost distracted manner. "I was bred for this life, it's my right by birth. But so many of them out there, they were born into your world, then dragged into mine. Kicking and screaming most likely. But yet, they made it." Head tilting slightly in the same thoughtful way, the youth's gaze shifts once more to the other man, though nothing more is said.
Jan 21 20:39:19 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As with nearly every other night on the Santa Monica strip, droves of tourists and paparazzi litter the sidewalks in the hopes of getting a picture of one of Hollywood's rich and famous stars. Not to be one to miss such a glorious oppurtunity, a rather short, pale woman with black hair scurries through the throng of people with her camera clutched in one hand. A bevy of flashes announce the entrance of some starlet or another, with screams of "Lindsay! Lindsay!" coming from the crowd. An impish grin breaks across the small photographer's face as she stakes out her position near the curb, adding her unique voice to the mix with a yell of "Firecrotch! Firecrotch!"
Jan 21 20:42:42 :: (GC) Althea rposed: A pale form skulks at the edge of the crowd. She turns a violet-haired head towards the flashbulbs, snickering at the photographer's epithet. Reaching into a black tote bag, she pulls out a small notebook and a pen and begins to scribble rapidly. "Only in LA..." she mutters to herself.
Jan 21 20:47:54 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The starlet in question offers a glare towards the general direction of the intrepid paparazzo, earning her a full-throated laugh and more flashing. "Thanks for the pics!" the little photographer yells out, lifting her free hand to give the actress a thumbs-up before she's whisked inside the nearby club by her bodyguards. With a lopsided smile stretched across her rather large mouth, the woman peers shrewdly around the street to see what else could be of interest.
Jan 21 21:00:20 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As most of the other paparazzi begin talking on their phones or even flip open laptops to start tapping away, the peculiar dark-haired woman with the steel grey eyes plucks an earbud from the pocket of her cargo pants. She sticks just one in her ear, leaving the other free to take note of the comings and goings of Santa Monica. Her almost dance-like steps have her spinning away from the main throng of photographers, earning her some breathing room and space. She offers an almost childish smile to anyone that passes, all while humming along to some vintage Prince.
Jan 21 21:01:18 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Seeming to pick up on the essence of first question, despite it's trailing end, Devon calmly admits, "I've never tried to embrace someone else before." His face, though always fairly serious, has an almost somber look upon it and within his gaze. Once more pausing the conversation in thought, his eyes once more fall upon Elijah's own. "I've only known one life, and I've enjoyed it." One shoulder is shrugged slightly with this, before he admits, "Though if it's from choice or force, I can't tell." Leaning away from his companion again, an almost blank look passes over the angelic visage and glazes brilliant eyes. "There's not much else you need to know about that right now.", is expressed in a quiet, though cold, manner.
Jan 21 21:04:51 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Looking around quickly, the girl sits on the curb, picking black nail polish from her fingers. She searches the hustle and bustle for a familiar face; finding none, she rummages in her bag. After a few minutes it becomes obvious that she is not looking for anything, but is looking just to keep herself distracted for a few moments.
Jan 21 21:10:03 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An angular, dark eyebrow lifts as Ella spots a woman sitting down on the curb, her head canting curiously to one side. Without any hesitation, she suanters in the violet-haired girl's general direction on nearly noiseless red Chuck Taylor's, squatting down to peer over her shoulder once she's near enough. "Ya know, sitting around on a curb like that in a place like this could get you squashed when the celebutard brigade starts showing up in droves," she mentions in a voice vaguely reminiscent of Lori Petty. She glances quickly at her watch before adding, "Of course, it's not quite late enough for the real," she coughs, "stars to start showing up yet."
Jan 21 21:13:22 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His dark blue eyes meet Devon's own cerulean gaze, a grim expression on his features. "Okay. I'm sorry, I won't ask anymore." His hands slide away from the youth's back, before stopping at his waist. "This is really fucked up." He shakes his head, taking one hand away from Devon's waist, curling it into a fist before rapping his knuckles against his forehead, as one would knock upon a door. "I think I'm not freaking out because I'm always fucked up. I don't know. You just don't /seem/ like a..." He lowers his voice, looking around with wide eyes before leaning in, his lips hovering next to Devon's ear. "You don't seem like a blood-sucking monster, or anything... You're just nice, Devon."
Jan 21 21:15:43 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man surveys the crowd once more before raising his boots back to the bike. A large hand turns the throttle to bring it to a low roar before revving it louder just to annoy those celebrities as he thunders off down the street.
Jan 21 21:21:32 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The rumbling roar of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle can be heard in the distance as a tall man approaches astride it. Large hands grip the handlebars ungloved and dark eyes gaze about, taking in all that is around him with a long sweep before focusing ahead dismissively.  A soft hmm of vibration forms in the back of his throat though it's drowned out by the sound of the engine. The bike begins to slow then as it nears, making its way through the intersection before stopping at its side as he shifts his dark gaze back over the area in mild suspicion.
Jan 21 21:23:46 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As the girl she'd been talking to rises, so does Ella, all the way up to her full height of five feet and four inches. "Ah, well persistence is definitely the key. There's nothing like waiting hours in the melting California sun in front of a courthouse to get a shot of the trainwreck of the week." She pauses a moment, her head tilting once more as she seems to slip into momentary thought. "Though I think maybe one has to be sorta psychic, too," she adds with a touch of laughter to her voice, her eyebrows wiggling up and down. "I'm Ella! What brings you around these parts, if not the clubs and the antics of the rich and retarded?"
Jan 21 21:27:08 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Another rumbling sound of a motorcycle can be heard now, except this one is more refined, like a extremely fine tuned engine, almost more like the deep roar of a lion, guarding his pride. The bike slows as the rider looks out from behind the his mirrored sunglasses, choosing to eschew a helmet at this time in favor of letting the cool night air kiss his features. Soon, a crowd walks across the street, and he brings his steel panther to a stop, and he plants his feet to the side. The crowd gives him a look over for a moment, and he smirks, starting down the street again before he parks in between two cars, making it impossible for the parallel parked vehicles to leave without him doing so first. A hand reaches up to fix his mussed sandy blond hair, and he sighs a bit. "Full of annoyances."
Jan 21 21:28:53 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Dressed in rich attire, the Irish woman's steps halted at the curb even as the man pulled up at the light. Silvery-emerald orbs swung over almost reflexively to regard him and a smile tugged at her lips. "Christian," She murmured more to herself than any other. A flick of her wrist dismissed the toy who had been hovering around her.
Jan 21 21:31:34 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The tall man tilts his head slowly to the side, his dark eyes regarding the young looking woman for a long moment before allowing his lips to curl in a small smile. A chuckle in the back of his throat would come when she dismissed her toy so easily before dismissing it as if it was of no importance. He'd sit back on the bike then, the only word from his mouth "Leannan"
Jan 21 21:35:34 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: A harsh, yet real, laugh escapes Devon now, the sound seeming strained as once more he shakes his head. "We're not monsters from books, living isolated high in our castles. Or fighting machines whirling through the streets with blades and guns drawn." He, too, glances around with a practiced eye. "Of course, there are those who fit the stereotypes, most likely the ones who created them in the first place." Leaning in closer, a dangerous glint shows within his gaze. "But in the end, even the most gallant of us are nothing but monsters." Voice turning to liquid velvet now, he presses his lips to Elijah's throat, fangs slipping out from their sheathes. "If I wanted to, I could kill you this instant. Or maybe scar you beyond recognition. Perhaps torture you for days, weeks, years if I'm in a patient mood." Fangs scraping against the other man's neck, twin scratches are made just deep enough to draw blood. "You'd just be another dead cow in a pine box." Scratching once more at the same spot, this time just slightly deeper, he adds, "The angel is a lovely facade Elijah. But it's just a mask. Deep down, I'm just a killer."
Jan 21 21:37:22 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Ooohhh! It's so easy to get into trouble around here. But the problem comes in when the bodyguards muscle through and pulverize you," Ella responds with a brisk nod, her tone carefully matter-of-fact even though a teasing glint registers in her slate colored eyes. She lets a quick glance shuffle towards the newest motorcycle enthusiast, not recognizing him from anything or anywhere and so promptly turns back to Althea. "I swear, one of these days it really will be Brad Pitt riding down Santa Monica and I'll get a wonderful shot."
Jan 21 21:37:52 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman's attire was leather and silk it seemed. Ebon leather pants hugged her form, looking almost painted on, and a silk wrap in deep crimson wrapped around her hips. Tied off at one end, the wrap cut down in a diagonal to linger around the knee on the right and above mid-thigh on the left. A silk blouse off the same hue was buttoned low to show off a good deal of cleavage and sheer enough to show the outline of the black leather bra underneath. Stepping over to the curb, the woman leaned in to caress the the other's face in a gesture of adoration.
Jan 21 21:42:01 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's eyes widen, and after the scratches are etched into his neck, he takes a step back, his hands falling away from Devon's waist entirely.. After raising a hand to his neck and wincing slightly, Elijah narrows his eyes at Devon, pulling the hand away from his neck to stare at the splotch of blood on his fingers. "So why the fuck do you care about me?" He looks back to Devon, suspicion burning in his face, though the curiosity, and the constant look of interest, remain.
Jan 21 21:45:41 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The head of the frenchman turns slightly as he takes in the crowd, and his eyes close for a few scant seconds, and he takes a deep breath. "Hm." His head tilts a bit, eyes still hidden behind mirrored sunglasses, and he seems to pick up on what she said. "Pitt rides through Malibu. Only the whores and the paparazzi are here." He points out at several groups of semi-famous actors, all surrounded by their entourages. "Look. There's some now. Selling what little talent they have to some writers in order to speak in copy and paste lines to spoon feed a bunch of overweight redneck fucks the latest craze that they can't wrap their walnut sized brains around."
Jan 21 21:54:41 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Languidly licking the blood from his still extended fangs, Devon's gaze locks with Elijah's once more, a long stride being taken towards the man. "It's the same answer as always Elijah. You fascinate me. Captivate, even. You have something within that might just bloom into an amazing darkness." Another step and the willowy figure once more presses his body against the other man's, arms reaching up and out so that pale hands can grasp at the other's wrists. "Besides, I thought your world was awful. You're telling me that you don't want to be removed from it?" Fangs still glinting red from blood and the lighting, the youth's head tilts to the side as he leans in closer once more.
Jan 21 21:59:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Without responding verbally, Elijah listens carefully to Devon's words, his voice, watching the other man's actions and expression. A frown slides onto his features as he thinks, before he pulls his right hand away from Devon's grasp. The hand rises, pressing into the back of the youth's head again, and without responding verbally, Elijah closes his eyes and kisses Devon on the lips, before pulling away and sighing. "I have to get some sleep." He takes a few more steps back, watching the angelic youth carefully without turning around.
Jan 21 22:02:20 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a twinkle in her eyes and a grin touching her lips, Ella points at the Frenchman with the power between his legs, "You have the right of it, at least partially. Though he does pass by here during the daylight hours." Her pointing finger begins to jerk towards different darkened storefronts as she continues, "He and his brood like to shop at those stores when they're not living in their little French Quarter mansion." Letting her hand fall to her side, she hoists one shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. "Giving the people what they want while hiding the most fun things behind closed doors. It's the way of the world, it's just that Hollywood is a bright exagerration of it."
Jan 21 22:02:40 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The roar of a bike can be heard approaching from down the street again, two people astride it this time as its driver gazes forward into the distance. The younger woman sits behind him riding bitch. They continue onward though, not taking the time to stop along the busy street.
Jan 21 22:06:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "At least let me fix your neck?", is offered in the same quiet and polite mannerisms normally shown by the youthful form. Head tilting slightly to the side, eyes look at the young man in an almost imploring manner. "Wouldn't want any questions from your co-workers, right?" A brow arches slightly to punctuate the sentence, though it soon falls back into place to form the angelic mask of innocents. "I won't hurt you this time. I promise."
Jan 21 22:07:36 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The Frenchman snorts a bit and he shakes his head. "If I was starving, I'd go break into the Pitt mansion and get some fucking food from him. Probably even bitch slap Jolie for being such an attention whore." He shakes his head a bit. "And then they have the fucking nerve to complain about getting photographed in public. They're fucking celebrities. You'd think they would pay the paparazzi to keep their asses on the front page, even if it's walking out of rehab. Can't beat free PR." His tone remain acidic for the moment, and then he seems to calm, watching as a long limousine drives down the street. He whips out a Nikon digital camera and he takes a picture of the limousine before stowing the camera. "Eh, not Eastwood. Oh well. Somebody will buy it."
Jan 21 22:08:45 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The bike dies down into a slow halt as it stops beneath the shade of a few larger trees in the park. The larger man hadn't quite bothered to stop at the street, rather continuing down a riding trail into the park usual used for less motorized vehicles. He then turns the ignition to allow the bike to die completely as he tilts his head back for the woman at his back with a soft mm, "I missed you." 
Jan 21 22:14:21 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A discerning gaze flickers across the small woman's face as she eyes Frenchie curiously. She breaks her rather rude stare off to wave to Althea and call out, "You know where I'll be! Here, waiting on Princess Prissypants to strut by.. or whoever.." her voice trails off unexpectedly as she shakes her head. "I haven't seen you around here before, but that doesn't mean much of anything, does it? Really, I shouldn't take as many days.." she pauses, blinking up at the smog-filled sky, "nights off as I do."
Jan 21 22:15:00 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The bike dies down into a slow halt as it stops beneath the shade of a few larger trees in the park. The larger man hadn't quite bothered to stop at the street, rather continuing down a riding trail into the park usual used for less motorized vehicles. He then turns the ignition to allow the bike to die completely as he tilts his head back for the woman at his back with a soft mm, "I missed you." 
Jan 21 22:20:00 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: "You can turn around Elijah, I don't jump others from behind.", is commented in an almost insulted manner, "Besides, I care about you. Think about it Elijah. If I didn't, would you still be here? Would you still be safe out there in a world where everyone and everything is crashing down from anger and time itself?" Taking a small step forward, he continues in an almost coddling manner, "Do you think that when I tell you to be safe, and remind you that I care I do it just to hear my own voice?" With this, he shakes his head slightly. "I mean it all. I mean everything I've ever said to you." Closing his eyes, he finally settles for whispering, "Be safe Elijah. Even my reach is limited."
Jan 21 22:25:39 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The digital camera is quickly returned to the pocket of the frenchman, stowing it within the cargo shorts. "Not really new I'd think. Been here a month or two. Of course, new in this town is rather relative, wouldn't you say?" He shrugs a bit and smirks at her final comment. "Well, you'd miss all the good stuff then I'd imagine." He turns his head as a car screams past and he returns his gaze to the short woman. "Guillaume is the name."
Jan 21 22:30:33 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A peel of laughter rises from Ella's throat as a thoroughly mischievious twinkle enters her eyes. "I wouldn't say I was missing all the good stuff. Just.. doing different stuff. Projects upon projects, pictures only get you so far," she replies in a cheery voice, finally pulling the single earbud from her ear and tucking it into her pocket. "I'm Ella," she states while inclining her chin, "Photographer ninja at large," she adds while darting her eyes from side to side as if ready to sneak off all ninja-like at any moment, with or without a smoke bomb.
Jan 21 22:39:10 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The smirk of the Frenchman doesn't leave his features as he nods. "Photographer ninja hm? I call it competition. But then again, I'm more of a...abstract photographer. Though, I've gotten a few shots of the Witless Trio. I tell ya, Hilton must mastermind all this shit for better PR by making the other bitches look like fucking idiots."
Jan 21 22:58:20 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The Frenchman ponders a moment and he tilts his head to the side, thinking. "Yeah, it's stupid shit. Takes all of the fun out of humiliating them, really." The sunglassed eyes of the Frenchman twinkle for a moment behind his shield from the world. "I think my ass is going to just roll up to a mansion, jump the back fence, and catch somebody doing something they fucking shouldn't. Catch the head maid giving Clooney head or something. Or maybe fucking charm my way into Lohan's little fun circle and dope her up so bad that she fucking drools, and then sell /that/ picture."
Jan 21 23:06:24 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Wandering down the street with smooth, though erratic, steps, a willowy form can be seen weaving through holes in the crowd. Cerulean eyes scan the writhing mass of humanity in a practiced and knowing manner, a calculating look passing over the myriad of faces. From time to time the youthful form stops off to one side or the other, lithe arms wrapping about the slender torso and long fingers lacing through the thin material of a loose-fitting black shirt. A hint of recognition sparks in brilliant irises from time to time before quickly fading into a passive and detached manner.
Jan 21 23:21:41 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The Frenchman ponders a moment and he chuckles a bit. "Good luck catchng that, unless you can walk through walls or can fucking make them do it. Course, they might go along with it just for the fucking PR." Eyes wander the crod quietly, and an eyebrow is quirked at the willowy form for a moment before turning back to the woman in front of him. "Doesn't look like anyone is gonna show up. At least anyone important."
Jan 21 23:26:34 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Following Frenchie's gaze, Ella peeks over her shoulder and fastens her sights upon the anrdogynous figure stalking through the crowd. The edges of her smile fade a bit, though it's back in full force once she turns her head back around. "Night's still young and the party people never rest til well past daybreak. Or noon, depending on how much blow is running through their system."
Jan 21 23:31:42 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: The androgynous form continues to search the crowd in a detached and analytical manner, though the youthful figure seems to have no luck. Dodging and weaving back into the thrashing mob, the willowy form is once more engulfed from sight amongst the ebb and flow of the street.
Jan 21 23:48:45 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The Frenchman ponders a moment and he chuckles a bit. "Good luck catchng that, unless you can walk through walls or can fucking make them do it. Course, they might go along with it just for the fucking PR." Eyes wander the crod quietly, and an eyebrow is quirked at the willowy form for a moment before turning back to the woman in front of him. "Doesn't look like anyone is gonna show up. At least anyone important."
Jan 21 23:55:06 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The Frenchman grins a moment. "I should really find their dealer and just snap a few shots. Investigative journalism at it's best. Or blackmail. Whatever you want to call it I guess." He reaches up and removes his mirrored shades, revealing a pair of hard, but striking green emerald eyes. "Well well, look who's out of the closet." A finger is pointed over her shoulder. "If it isn't Mister Diesel himself." He chuckles a bit and watches as the celebrity walks down the street, fairly covert, but not escaping the piercing viridian gaze.
Jan 22 00:01:57 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A lifted black eyebrow is spared for the one-time reigning champ of action films struts past, but Ella doesn't so much as lift her camera. She does peer at him oddly though, her eyes squinting as if she were trying to get a better view of him. "Ah, I remember back when he did that triple x film. The clean one, not the other kind of course. Too bad Hollywood decided instead to pick up its aging action heroes like Harrison Ford and Sly Stallone instead of looking to a younger breed. Ah, well, such is life in the fast lane," she murmurs with a roll of her shoulders, already her gaze flittering to the rest of the street.
Jan 22 00:13:55 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: A slow shrug of the Frenchman's shoulders is given. "Eh. Gotta go with time tested talent I guess. Besides, Harrison isn't too bad. Seen a lot worse actors." He looks over a few starlets quietly, and then he speaks up after a moment. "Eh, be better off shooting someone to make news. At least then I'd get a few good shots." He sighs a bit and almost kick starts his bike before stopping. "Actually...I think I'll cause a bit of trouble. You want some shots?"
Jan 22 00:15:40 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The light, musical tone of the small, tinkling bells play through the air as a handsome, lithe Englishman exits from Ambiance de Ciel, a cellphone in his hand that he attempts to use without blowing himself up. He's dressed, this evening, in a rather splendid suit of emerald-coloring, with a golden vest beneath it. His hair, usually at least shoulder-length, has been cropped short, but is still as rebellious as ever. Standing there for a moment, he then takes a seat on the bench outside of the restaurant, apparently waiting for someone.
Jan 22 00:17:13 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A wild grin manifests on Ella's pasty white face, a gleam of daring streaking through her slate grey eyes. "Oh, that would be delicious. I could sell it and give you half the proceeds. You'd get fame and fortune! Or maybe fortune and infamy.." she muses aloud before shaking her head, bringing herself back on track. "Where should I stand and how far out of the way of... of whatever you're going to do.. should I go?"
Jan 22 00:29:17 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman smirks a moment and he tilts his head to the side, and then after a moment, he points to a spot to where Ella could get a good shot. "Just make sure you get my good side. I'll handle the rest." He walks off towards a group of starlets, with a smirk.
Jan 22 00:30:13 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Still fussing with her hair, the Irish woman had straightened her unruly tresses and wore it pinned in elegant spirals. A slinky, sleeveless black dress hugged her shapely form, dropping down to her ankles and slit to mid thigh on one side. As the woman moved, strappy black high heeled sandals could be seen. Though she appeared unmindful of those around her, silvery-emerald eyes were quite alert as she moved towards one of the buildings on the strip. Momentarily a faint shadow of a frown tugged at ruby tiers before being dismissed into a pleasant if aloof expression.
Jan 22 00:34:51 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Nodding rapidly at the French guy, the diminutive woman shoulders her way through the crowd with a few muttered "Excuse Me's" and "Pardon Me's" which is rather polite for her. Grumbling under her breath about her height, she chooses one of the empty benches to climb up on in order to ready her camera for a wondrous shot. She doesn't seem too out of place perched above the crowd as she is, and she doesn't let it distract her from the motorcycle riding Gaul.
Jan 22 00:47:16 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The Frenchman is always good for a show, if anything. He saunters up to a group of celebrity women, smirking a moment in self-confidence. As he approaches them, one of the women looks askance at Guillaume before seeming to take him in entirely. He smiles to her and flips his blond hair slightly to the side, his sharp and cold green eyes staring into hers and with some unspoken communication, steps forward and plants a kiss on the woman, not sparing anything. Brazen, yes. Makes him look like a fucking idiot, maybe so. However, he really didn't give a shit, and proceeded to explore the woman's throat with his tongue, all the while mentally timing and waiting for Ella to get a shot of the woman and his rather sudden public display of affection.
Jan 22 01:01:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh?" The woman asked as she lowered himself onto the bench at his side. Long legs were crossed and slender hands smoothed the fabric of her attire as she looked in the direction the other had so recently been staring. "Ah, that one." She murmured as her gaze arrived upon the French poof and his molestation of the evening.
Jan 22 01:02:59 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman breaks off the spelunking after a few moments, a grin on his features as he suddenly fades away into the throng of paparazzi, making his escape in the confusion. After slinking away through the crowd, he approached the bench that Ella was doubled over with laughter on and he takes a seat, replacing his mirrored sunglasses and doing his best to look rather nonchalant about the whole affair. He speaks up at the woman with a smirk. "So, that work? I'd hate to have to do it again."
Jan 22 01:07:00 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a face flushed by laughter, the small female paparazzo nods her head in agreement. "Oh, I'm so sure you'd totally hate to do it again, right?" she giggles as she makes a few adjustments to the camera in her hands. "Just be careful. The next time you try that you could latch onto the Paris-ite and start a new breeding ground for STDs in your mouth," she mentions with a crinkled nose and a small shiver.
Jan 22 01:11:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Should I consider this to be the presentation that is in popular demand at the moment..?", the lithe and striking Englishman asks, not bothering to look over at the female companion that is now sitting next to him on the bench. His hands, nimble and lean, are folded in his lap as he watches out, keeping visual track of all that is going on out in the streets of Santa Monica Boulevard this evening. It seems, if nothing else, to keep him faintly amused.
Jan 22 01:18:26 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "If you like. I would take it as a kindness, but we can call it my enjoying your company if you fancy." The woman's words were light and her expression matched the carefree tone. As the Frenchman ducked out, her gaze trailed after him for a few moments before shifting to caress the form of the man at her side for a moment.
Jan 22 01:25:48 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The shoulders of Guillaume rolled a bit in a lazy shrug as his eyes scanned out over the crowd. "I wouldn't come within fifty feet of /that/ cunt. My God, breathing the air around her infects you with stupidity and a general lack of humanity." He suddenly laughs a moment. "That's why so many paparazzi are such soul-sucking demons!" He leans back against the bench a bit, and he pulls out his digital camera, taking a few snapshots of the still small confusion, and he sighs contentedly.
Jan 22 01:37:06 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You can think of it however you wish to, I suppose..", Gareth explains, allowing his enchanting voice to weave from this mouth and wrap around the woman next to him, in all of it's English glory. He stops for several seconds, staring off into the crowd, before a light, mischevious smirk comes to pass across his face, touching at his full lips and clinging to them in a tenacious manner. Subtly, he leans over, pressing his lips close to Leannan's ear, and whispering something.
Jan 22 01:52:24 :: (GC) Endymion forced Guillaume to quit
Jan 22 01:54:19 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: From the milling masses, a group of nearly a dozen Paris wannabes make themselves know. Pointing, gasping and shrieking at the man who just caused quite the sensation, the group of garishly dressed socialites squealed in airheaded glee as they converged upon Guillaume in abject adoration.
Jan 22 02:03:00 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman, lifting his head slightly as the fans appear out of nowhere, and he sighs. A card is removed from his pocket as he drops it back over the bench. "Consider it a gift. Just call me the next time something good goes down. Have fun." After this, he stands and begins pressing through the crowd back to his bike, attempting to avoid those who seemingly popped out of the woodwork. As he pushes through the crowds of people, several of them get far to close for his liking, and he throws a few quick elbows, connecting with some jaws and torsos, causing them to scatter away from him. He makes it over to his motorcycle and he climbs aboard the chrome dragon and he retracts the kickstand and starts the bike. He then twists on the throttle and takes off down the street with a rather nonplussed expression.
Jan 22 02:07:40 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a deft twist of her wrist, Ella slips the business card into a side pocket on her messenger bag even as her astute gaze shifts to the squealing wannabes. Her head tilts back with another boundless peel of laughter, "Encore! Encore!" she encourages the burgeoning crowd of perfumed bodies, her camera already up and flashing as Guillaume makes a dash for his escape pod. She waves congenially as he speeds away, though a puzzled expression crosses her face. To no one in particular she mumbles pensively, "Yeah, yeah definitely more a Zac Efron fellow than a Kim Kardashian squeezer."
Jan 22 02:14:47 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Pushing to his feet, the lithe Englishman nods once more to Leannan, "..That will do. Though, I would have written something humiliating upon his forehead, in bright and glowing lettering..". Another nod of his head is given, in place of a bow, as he states, "..I will consider this to be the meeting that I have requested. Though, another will need to be had in the future. There is more to speak on. For now, though, I have a meeting that I must be off to attend. Children and all..". This admission is made with a bit of a wry cross between a smile and a smirk, before he gathers up his jacket.
Jan 22 02:17:53 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Laughing softly as she watched more than one flash blare briefly to life in the French poof's wake. Smiling pleasantly to her companion, the woman tilted her head slightly in acknowledgement of his statement. "Too garish." She said with a light wrinkle of her nose. "Have fun with the children though, and feel free to leave me a message at anytime with more details. I have seen something of a lack of companions recently. It's almost distressing." Though she did not stand as of yet, she watched the Englishman as he did.
Jan 22 02:21:59 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Instead of following the gaggle of paparazzi after Guillaume, Ella instead turns on her heel and skips briskly across the street. Once safely on the other side, she pulls a single earbud from her pocket and shoves it securely into her ear. Her head starts bobbing from side to side with the start of a song, while her voice, which can't really carry a tune for shit, starts to belt out the lyrics, "I cheated myself, like I knew, I would. I told you, I was trouble, you know that I'm no good..."
Jan 22 02:27:05 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 22 15:57:20 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A meteor falls from the heavens and squishes Nikita.
Jan 22 16:28:04 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Working her way along the street, occasionally stopping to watch some people, or a small crowd that forms if someone famous happens to enter or exit a club, Nikita just appears to be in no particular hurry, and quite content to be a people watcher this evening.  She pauses to put a small dab of lipstick on, then slip it back into a small clutch that hangs crossways around her neck and one shoulder by a long strap.  She's sporting designer sunglasses on her head, and the outfit she is wearing even might hint of a bit of 'fame' herself.  She fits right into the nightlife here.
Jan 22 16:36:40 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The nightlife here was, in essence, one of the liveliest parts of Los Angeles. The crowds milled about in their usual absent manner, stopping occasionally to view one of the celebrity starlets or some off actor that managed to snag a small part. The legions of sycophants are well known in this area, along with a few paparazzi hoping to snag a quick picture. Sitting atop one of the benches amongst this orgy of stupidity sits a Frenchman, dressed today in a long red leather coat. His posture gives him the appearance of some ancient gargoyle, clinging to it's wooden perch. Mirrored sunglasses reflect the light from the orbs that keep the street brightened, and from behind the plastic, harsh and cold green eyes examine the crowds.
Jan 22 16:41:47 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Working her way along the street, occasionally stopping to watch some people, or a small crowd that forms if someone famous happens to enter or exit a club, Nikita just appears to be in no particular hurry, and quite content to be a people watcher this evening.  She pauses to put a small dab of lipstick on, then slip it back into a small clutch that hangs crossways around her neck and one shoulder by a long strap.  She's sporting designer sunglasses on her head, and the outfit she is wearing even might hint of a bit of 'fame' herself.  She fits right into the nightlife here. (repose)
Jan 22 16:42:19 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The nightlife here was, in essence, one of the liveliest parts of Los Angeles. The crowds milled about in their usual absent manner, stopping occasionally to view one of the celebrity starlets or some off actor that managed to snag a small part. The legions of sycophants are well known in this area, along with a few paparazzi hoping to snag a quick picture. Sitting atop one of the benches amongst this orgy of stupidity sits a Frenchman, dressed today in a long red leather coat. His posture gives him the appearance of some ancient gargoyle, clinging to it's wooden perch. Mirrored sunglasses reflect the light from the orbs that keep the street brightened, and from behind the plastic, harsh and cold green eyes examine the crowds. (repose)
Jan 22 16:47:06 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DRoaring down the long, glamorous stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard is a red chevy Nova striped with black racing detail. The lights of clubs and overhead streetlights reflect onto the sleek car's hood, sliding off and away like rain drops in the wind as it zooms down the road. The car suddenly squeals to a stop smoke thrown into the air by spinning tires as it turns, sliding into a parking space with the flair and speed that only a stupid, yet skilled, driver could manage. The door pops open, revealing a long leg garbed in black suit pants, before the driver steps out, his full suited form now in view. He closes the door behind him, reaching up to take a pair of black sunglasses from his face, revealing a pair of rather ominous eyes with dark irises. The man turns around, watching the street over the top of his car as he pulls a black trenchcoat on over his conservative black suit.@W
Jan 22 16:57:36 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The sudden squealing of tires and the red Nova drew the attention of the Frenchman, who say atop the back of his bench like some leering idol, occasionally taking a long gaze at one of the individuals before looking back to the general crowd. A casual glance is given to the man who stepped out of the nova, but otherwise, nothing.
Jan 22 17:02:35 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe suited man raises a hand after pocketing the sunglasses, running his fingers over the shaved, smooth skin of his head, where a black hand is quite clearly imprinted into his flesh. His hand falls and he steps onto the sidewalk, dark eyes scanning the crowds around him with a practiced alertness. With a casual gait, Kenneth approaches the slender, black-haired woman. His gaze is constantly moving, attention turning this way and that, so when he arrives at the woman's side it seems he's happened upon her entirely by chance. That is, until he speaks up, his eyes still averted. "@rHave you been well, my dear?@D" Still he does not make eye contact with her, or even look at her, watching the crowds patiently.
Jan 22 17:28:00 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The red-coated Frenchman turns down and looks towards the woman who spoke to him, and he smirks a bit, giving a tip of his head to her. "Hello poppet." His mirrored gaze rose to Kenneth, and he smirked a bit. "And evening to you as well sir. Fine night, hm?" Guillaume continued to perch like some immaculate statue on the back of the bench.
Jan 22 17:38:52 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man continues to stare at the crowd. "@rThe world has treated me with great indifference, just like its disposition towards the other ants crawling around helplessly on this chaotic globe of unrest. But if you must know, things are going along normally. Life is a box of whoppers, it's all the same.@D" Finally his eyes flash to the woman, and he nods, offering his usual cold smile, before his sights slowly crawl up to the frenchman. A thin, black eyebrow is lofted curiously on his forehead, though his features remain surprisingly devoid of emotion, "@rFine enough, I suppose.@D" A curt nod follows this, and he soon looks away, his eyes instantly moving to note the presence of the casually dressed fellow. "@rSeems you've got a fan just behind you, eager for an autograph and a photo.@D"@W
Jan 22 17:45:55 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: The young woman sniggers softly and makes a grinding motion with her high-heeled boot.  "Ants huh?  I usually just stomp them out... you sound rather macabre tonight.  Perhaps I should go in search of sunshine and a magnifying glass so we can warm up your mood eh?" She then laughs, it's a sound full of life, something in stark contrast to the cold and indifferent aire of Spanish man.  She turns though after her small reply, to look at the Frenchman and his 'fan', giving a wink to the wispy haired youth that stands behind the bench.
Jan 22 17:56:50 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The mirrored gaze of the Frenchman doesn't turn and look at his 'fan' immediately, but instead he continues looking forward. "It is not often that I attract fans, of any sort. My my, I almost feel honored." Now, he turns rather slowly, his head peering behind him to view, lo and behold, Johnny. Guillaume smirked a moment and then waved a finger in a bit of a tutting motion. "Well, Mr. LeJeune. How pleasant to see you. Nice to know that you missed me so much, that you wanted to surprise me. I'm touched, really I am." He smiled wryly and chuckled. "Tell me, Mr. LeJeune, what is this surprise that you most assuredly concoted?"
Jan 22 17:59:53 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: As the Frenchman decides to draw the love of the Malkavian, the Malkavian emits a soft sigh, his smile seeming to grow. Though no words are spoken at first he stares at the others eyes for a long while before whispering. The Aura of silence about him lifting, "I come bearing Enlightenment to share with the ones I love. Come red riding hood, let me show you my path through the woods.. Come and see the world through my eyes.."
Jan 22 18:07:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man glances back to the woman for a moment, offering her another cold, yet polite, smile, and a nod. "@rSunshine is overrated, love. A little burgundy and a cigar will work miracles.@D" With that he steps back farther onto the sidewalk, sliding his hands into the pockets of his trenchcoat. "@rI've got business to attend to. Mind yourself now, won't you Nikita dear?@D" Kenneth smiles, retrieving his sunglasses and sliding them onto his face, before stepping towards the Chevy Nova. His head turns as he stops next to the car, dark eyes first falling on Nikita, before slowly crawling up to watch Johnny. His hand idly opens the car door, before he prepares to sit inside.@W
Jan 22 18:33:00 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman smirked a moment as the wispy haired man spoke, and he chuckled to himself. He closes his eyes a moment and seems to relish and simultaneously be reviled by something, before giving a long shiver. "My my. Your sight is dark indeed Mr. LeJeune. However, just how deep down the rabbit hole you can go. " He turns on his perch and stares at the other man, removing his glasses to stare directly into his eyes with his piercing green ones. "Tell me Johnny. Are you fond of enigma?"
Jan 22 18:37:24 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Through the busy street of Santa Monica, a handsome man dressed in a waiter's uniform walks along, his pace upbeat, a strained smile on his face. A cigarette burns between his lips, a beer bottle sloshing in his left hand. "So you're tired of living?! Feel like you might give in?!" The man hops down from the edge of the sidewalk with an audible thud as his feet land on the concrete gutter, and he pulls the cigarette from his mouth to exhale a large cloud of smoke. "Well don't! Cause it's not your tiiiime!" He sings quite loudly, his voice slurring less than usual, despite his drunken amble down the gutter. He appears unmindful of any looks thrown at him by other pedestrians, the smile still plastered on his face as he raises the beer bottle, taking a massive gulp. "You'll wake up in a better place, in a better time!" He draws in a deep, revitalizing breath as the cigarette is flicked outward, towards the trail of passing cars. It spins through the air, glowing like a firecracker, ash spilling from the end as it collides with the asphalt.
Jan 22 18:39:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Staring at the police tape in an almost stubborn manner, Devon's head occasionally tilts to the side while looking at the officers with an steady, unblinking gaze. Both arms, for once, are stretched out before his willowy frame, hands and fingers hovering over the tape without touching it. Paused upon the balls of his feet, slender hips sway ever-so-slightly to keep the youthful figure poised to move if necessary. No stern looks or threatening frowns shake the passive and unyielding expression upon the angelic countenance. Any passing glances or nudges are met with the same stoic resistance.
Jan 22 18:51:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man looks back, pausing with his hand on the car door, his dark eyes staring intently at the frenchman and Johnny. His eyes narrow, his thin browline knitting into a scowl of concentration. Suddenly his hand slams the car door shut, and he walks towards the two, stopping just before them with his trenchcoat swaying around his ankles. He simply stares at them, as though waiting for something, his expression entirely stoic.@W
Jan 22 18:59:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter continues trudging along, until his blue eyes fall upon the unblinking youth, and his position next to the taped off club. He approaches slowly, watching Devon's hands the entire time, his mouth slightly open in wonder. Elijah stops behind the youth, peering over his shoulder at the yellow police tape. "Whaddya doin?" He asks, his breath next to Devon's ear.
Jan 22 19:03:23 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The hidden eyes of the Frenchman close and he shivers softly, and he licks his lips a bit, before snapping his green oculars open, peering directly at Johnny. "My my...that was...hm." The presence of the Hispanic man was noted off to the side, and Guillaume turned his head towards the man, noting his stoic posture and silence. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" His head tilted sideways and Guillaume stepped back from Johnny, and his hands go into his pockets of the large red coat. "Or is Mr. LeJeune a friend of yours?" His tone is silky smooth, and he seems to be rather relaxed and calm for the time being.
Jan 22 19:07:18 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Remaining silent for several more moments, the youth continues to stare, eyes shining brilliantly with the intense focus. A gentle breath is drawn, then exhaled through parted lips before, "Watching.", is offered in reply. From time to time, his fine jaw clenches ever-so-slightly, only to relax in an almost slack manner. Having been tilted when he spoke, his head is righted once more, the movement somewhat jerky in its flow. "Waiting.", is then given, this word spoken more quietly than the last, the utterance hardly more than a whisper. "I have time."
Jan 22 19:16:12 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Apparently wary to disturb the youth, Elijah's head moves back, away from Devon's ear. "Oh." The slosh of beer is heard as the waiter raises the beer bottle, taking the last long gulp. He takes a breath after pulling the bottle away from his lips, peering over Devon's shoulder yet again. "This is the place where the people got their brains sucked out." He states this rather apathetically, still refraining from touching the youth. "I guess that's what happens when you go to nightclubs a lot." Elijah doesn't laugh at his macabre joke, nor does he smile or grin.
Jan 22 19:26:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "There's always something more than they tell you.", is expressed in an almost hollow manner, eyes slowly moving from the scene before turning to glance at the other man from out of a corner. Head also shifting its position, Devon angles it so that both Elijah and the police can be gazed upon at once, though there's an almost dazed look within his gaze now. One limb moves from its position hovering over the tape, long fingers flexing and arching through the air as his arm is brought closer to his willowy form, hand slowly being raised towards his companion. "Once you think you know something, it turns out to be a lie." Wide palm spread out now, letters can be seen carved into the pale flesh.
Jan 22 19:27:24 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: I apologize for having to log out while using the phone. Please repeat all requests that did not get answered.
Jan 22 19:33:41 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter narrows his eyes over the youth's shoulder, though his head is pulled back as Devon turns to face him. As the hand rises, he sets the beer bottle on the ground, indifferent to the presence of the policeman, and clutches the youth's hand in both of his, fingers touching the cold flesh gently. He narrows his glazed eyes, pupils moving back and forth to comprehend the scarred writing. "What does it say?"
Jan 22 19:40:10 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Knees trembling, Althea leans against a wall and slides down into a sitting position, pulling her knees in close. Not wanting the others to see her in a weak moment, she flips her hood over her head, pulling it down over her glasses, which are starting to fog up. 
Jan 22 19:46:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes flicking downwards towards his hand, they acquire a glazed appearance as Devon stares at the palm, his lips soundlessly mouthing the words. Closing his eyes firmly shut, his lips part once more, the sounds coming out obviously strained, almost forced. "Morgan, she left the city. She was looking for something more. Someone more even." Tone surprisingly steady as the words pour out, Devon's form begins to shiver a bit, seeming to emphasize how thin he really is. There's a strange sense towards his reaction though, as though their bond went past the link holding together two siblings. As suddenly as the shaking started, it stops as the youth's brilliant eyes fly open, his gaze seemingly void of existence.
Jan 22 19:47:51 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe bald-headed hispanic man shakes his head, crossing his arms over his muscled chest without responding to the frenchman. He glances over at the trembling girl, before looking back at Guillaume. "@rTake this shit off the street.@D" His tone is flat, and he chooses not to say anything further, glancing away from the frenchman to watch the girl closely again.@W
Jan 22 19:49:18 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Black designer jeans hug the woman's lower body while a crimson spaghetti string blouse embraces her upper. Over it all is a custom tailored black coat. Her long, fiery tresses are left free to frame her pale features and her silvery-emerald gaze scans the streets. A phone was pressed against the woman's ear and she spoke animately into the device for a few moments in a foreign language. Though a weeping damsel would not normally have captured her attention, the location and certain forms she perceived amongst the masses did spark her curiosity. As such, Leannan snapped her phone shut abruptly and walked over to Althea.
Jan 22 19:53:10 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome, raven-haired man's brow knits into a frown, and he releases Devon's hand to push his arms around the youth, a panicked look on his face. His drunkenness is more apparent now, as he holds onto the youth, his expression worried. "Devon are you alright?!"
Jan 22 19:58:12 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The mirrored gaze of the Frenchman rests on the Hispanic man and he smirks. "Oh, I do rather plan on it. Though, he bores me. I think I'll leave him be." The frenchman turned and walked over to his parked motorcycle, sitting on it with a rather nonplussed expression. He starts the chrome dragon up and grins to himself as the machine roars to life. "I think it's time I made my exit." 
Jan 22 20:04:19 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes staring out into the throng of nightlife milling about on the street, the willowy form simply stands there, posture tense and ridged within his companion's warm embrace. No response, be it physical or oral, is given as an answer to the other man's question. Rather, his lips begin to move wordlessly once more, though no effort at pretending to breath or blink is made. An already pale complexion becomes ashen in its hue, dark circles showing beneath brilliant, glassy eyes. Finally, Devon's head droops lifelessly, resting against Elijah's shoulder as bloody tears well up within them. A single drop falls from the corner of his eye, flowing over his cheek and down his chin.
Jan 22 20:14:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's hand slides up the angelic youth's back, up his cool neck, before his fingers slide into Devon's hair. Elijah's hand caresses the youth's head against his shoulder, and he closes his eyes, pressing his head against Devon's gently. "Hey." He says, apparently at a loss of words, though his voice is sincere. "It's okay..." While his right hand presses against the back of the youth's head, his left rubs along Devon's back, massaging the flesh there clumsily, drunken fingers dancing over the youth's back. "You wanna go get a drink? You can Kiss my neck..... Don't be sad..."
Jan 22 20:26:18 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man nods his head to the frenchman, his expression never changing, and he moves over to his car without another word. He opens the driver's side door and climbs in, slamming the door shut and staring the engine.@W
Jan 22 20:30:55 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Slight shivers run through the willowy frame within the waiter's arms, normally cool skin feeling as cold and clammy as the corpse the youthful figure is. Head turning slightly, he presses the non-bloodied cheek against the young waiter's shoulder. Nostrils flaring, a few slight breaths are inhaled through them in a manner more akin to smelling than to breathing. No sobs are expressed, and no voice is given to the tear. Rather, in contrast, the youth seems to curl farther into himself as his head rises once more. Finally finding his voice, the words spoken are detached and wooden, lacking emotion with only analytical though behind them. "I am memorizing your scent so that I will always know it." Pulling back slightly more, Devon's cold, hollow eyes stare vacantly at his handsome companion. "You will leave me too. If not from social reasoning, then from time. You are mortal, and as such, you will die." Head tilting to one side, then the other, he blinks once before straightening an elegant neck once more.
Jan 22 20:31:02 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Seeing the dispersal of notable presences, the Irish woman would once more produce her phone. Flipping the device open, a few buttons were pushed and after a moment her conversation was resumed. Long legs carried the shapely female idly down the strip.
Jan 22 20:41:52 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman finishes starting up his motorcycle and he drives off down the street, tires squealing loudly as the machine pumps power to the wheels, and soon, he disappears from view.
Jan 22 20:46:50 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah frowns for a moment, still pressing his hands into Devon's back and head, before pushing his forehead against the youth's, his warm skin against the willowy teen's cold skin. "Hey. Don't talk like that. I would never leave you. And I've still got a lot of years ahead of me." He kisses Devon gently on the lips, blood smearing onto his cheeks as it becomes apparent that he doesn't actually care about the crimson liquid getting on his clothing, or his skin. "I'm still here, Devon. And I'm not leaving. I promise." He offers the youth another gentle kiss, apparently putting all of his drunken effort into cheering the other man up. (Comfort roll, 3 successes.)
Jan 22 20:56:34 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Considering the length of the strip and the fact that the woman walked at a pace quite removed from urgent, that call was a long one. Every now and again a broad gesture would be given as though the person on the other end could see her. However, the phone was once more closed and the female's demeanor evened as she entered the expensive hotel. Stepping up to the desk initially, she spoke with the receptionist there and was promptly handed a letter. Inclining her head slightly, she crossed to take a seat in the expansive lobby.
Jan 22 21:05:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Blinking slowly, in an almost vapid manner, Devon begins to nod slightly, though the movement is rather stiff and sporadic. There's still a sense of emptiness within his eyes and his body is still tense and ridged in its posture. Both arms, having fallen limply by his side, slowly begin to bend at the elbows and rise upwards, fingers spread wide apart and arching through the air as though reaching for something. Wide palms finally landing upon the other man's arms, fingers grasp at the limbs with a soft-yet-firm grip, almost clinging tightly to his companion. Tentatively, his head once more presses to his companion's shoulders, each motion made rather jerky and unsteady. Nothing more is said as his willowy form falls still once more. However, he does whisper nervously to the other man.
Jan 22 21:05:54 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The sound of metal on metal could beheard as the ever impeccably dressed business man left the two silver glock .357 with the guards at the door and entered into the Elysium, taking a look about to see if it had changed much since that night when he first saw it.
Jan 22 21:06:21 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The footsteps of the frenchman along the rooftops of the buildings were similarly slow, keeping out of view of the woman as he followed her down the strip to the Hotel, and as she entered, he stopped his walk and pondered a bit, a small frown on his features. To follow her in or not. Perhaps at this time, discretion would be the better part of valor. With a catlike motion, he leapt across rooftops and position himself to be able to see where she was through the large hotel building windows, and he waited.
Jan 22 21:06:54 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA hispanic man dressed in a conservative black business suit mills about in Elysium, his expression cold, forcing down a look of frustration and impatience. He checks his watch now and then, clearly fighting the urge to check it every second.@W
Jan 22 21:10:59 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Unaware of the scrutiny, the woman tore open the letter and looked over the contents with a faint frown. A small item was tapped free from the paper though her curved fingers blocked its nature from view. Crimson tesses fluttered slightly as a shake of her head was given. Folding the letter she remained seated for a time with a pensive expression weighing down her pretty features. Seeming to have come to a conclusion, her footing was regained and she started off towards the exit. The letter was deposited into a pocket as she moved. Drawing out her phone she glanced down at it for a moment, lips pursed, before returning it to another pocket and heading down the street.
Jan 22 21:11:00 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "We all have our work and duties out there as well Madam Keeper.  Do not preoccupy yourself with it." He returned the bow to the woman with ne of his own, lifting the hat off his head as he does so.
Jan 22 21:13:30 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rNo need to bow, dear. I believe we're past such formalities, at this point.@D" The authoritative hispanic man offers Nikita another cold smile, sliding his hands casually into the pockets of his black trenchcoat. His gaze shifts, dark eyes settling on Donovan for a moment, observing the man's bow, his gestures and his speech. After this cursory observation, he looks back to the keeper, watching her intently with an eyebrow raised.@W
Jan 22 21:19:27 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's soft lips move down, as he nuzzles gently against Devon's neck after listening, in the way that the youth himself has done on previous nights. "I wouldn't turn down a gift." His voice is low, placed just next the angelic youth's ear. His hands remain wrapped around Devon's thin form as he waits, glancing up to stare into the cerulean eyes with his glazed oculars.
Jan 22 21:26:12 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man turns away from both of them, watching some red corner of the room in thought. He folds his arms over his muscular chest, the black tie going slightly awry. He doesn't speak, his expression that of deep contemplation, dark, abyssal eyes staring into nothing.@W
Jan 22 21:30:37 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman had to adjust his position as the woman left the Hotel, and he sighed a bit at who he saw approach the entrance to the Hotel. Gareth. The Englishman. Bloody fucking hell. He ducked his head down low, attempting to shield himself from view as much as possible, and he pays close attention to the scene.
Jan 22 21:31:22 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes once more take on a detached and analytical manner, flicking from place to place in an almost panicked way. Once more, the willowy form begins to tense and shake, any signs of the calm descending upon him vanishing into the night. A frantic tone now enters his voice, jolting and uneven, syllables stuttered and blocked as they flow in a manic stream of consciousness. "It's too bright here too loud too many around all living and dying and ceasing to exist..." From time to time, the words lapse into another language, though these words flow just a haltingly as the phrases in English. Finally, one phrase is stated louder than the rest, more power within these words than the entire rant combined. "Get me out of here." Eyes now frantic like those of a trapped animal, they stare unblinking at the waiter, pleading showing, then vanishing from the sickly angelic visage.
Jan 22 21:32:19 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Ah, well, come with me, then. There should be a bit more privacy in my room. I promise that I will not keep you detained for long, should you wish it..", the Englishman states, continuing to hold the door open for the woman, as he gestures inside of the Hotel California with a sweeping of his nimble hand, "..And perhaps after, unless your schedule is filled to brimming with a hoarde of those who admire, we can go for a bite to eat.".
Jan 22 21:35:11 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Unless something unexpected comes up." She replied with an inclination of her head. Turning smartly on a heel as she tosses a wink over her shoulder at the Scourge, Leannan headed back into the hotel at a slow pace. Stepping aside once she several steps in, she would allow Gareth to take the lead.
Jan 22 21:38:41 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I am doing as I can.  It is very difficult to conduct my business simply by telephone but I get along and do what I can.  I have also been processing some orders the prince gave me, doing my best to get things to go as he had asked.  It is a delicate process edging the trade."  He nodded to the woman, placing the hat on his right knee as it went up to sitt across his left, the black pant crease letting th epant fall easily around his ankle
Jan 22 21:42:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter's eyes widen, and he clutches Devon tightly around the waist. "Jesus, Devon, you're starting to scare me... Come on.." He turns, one arm still slung around the youth's waist to help hold him up, and begins walking down the street. He moves at a decent pace, not too fast, making sure that Devon is balanced. "You're gonna be alright..." Even as he says this, he casts a sideways glance at the angelic youth holding onto him, looking nervous and unsure of himself. "I'm taking you to my apartment... I don't know what's wrong with you, but it's not good.." He breathes heavily, under the weight of Devon's form, trying to help the youth along and keep his own footing, in his drunken state. Sweat stands out on his forehead, a wet sheen against the glare of streetlamps.
Jan 22 21:44:03 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe well-dressed hispanic man continues to watch the room with a detached stare, until slowly he turns back around, watching the entrance to Elysium with narrowed eyes. Kenneth's hands unfurl from in front of his chest, rising up to fix his tie silently as he waits.@W
Jan 22 21:44:07 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The trapdoor from above is moved, as a young Englishman descends down and into the Elysium of War, followed along by the Harpy known as Leannan. He is dressed in a rather pleasant fashion this evening, his three-piece suit all manner of greens and golds, with do much to expound upon the colouring in his sights. It takes him several seconds to reach the floor level, but when he makes it, he does give pause, gesturing to the woman with him, "..Ladies first..".
Jan 22 21:46:37 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Such a gentleman," The Harpy would fairly purr with a light smile directed to her companion. Stepping into the room proper, she gave what seemed to only be a nominal glance to those in residence before taking several slow steps forward and waiting for Gareth's indication. Her attire was quite expensive at a glance though it would be described as 'street casual' otherwise. Black jeans, a crimson tube top and a black coat along with black boots.
Jan 22 22:00:19 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He stands along with the Keeper, the hand falling into his hand and running a quick half circle around his torso as he bows to the two arrivees.  Coming back up icy marbles meet their own and a smile that is a strange mix of cordial and vicious greets them,  "It is a pelasure to meet you both, despite the circumstances.  Donovan Strohm, at your service."
Jan 22 22:02:28 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DAs the warmaster and harpy arrive, Kenneth stands as he is, hands at his sides, eyes narrowed against the dim red lighting. He nods respectfully to either of them, reaching up to fix his tie yet again. "@rGood Evening, Scourge.@D" His mannerisms and voice are quite cold, as usual, and after this formal greeting is over with he turns, looking off into some random corner to contemplate, apparently not even listening to the goings-on.@W
Jan 22 22:05:06 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Lithe arms wrapped loosely about Elijah's shoulder, chest and waist, Devon lightly clings to the other man, cold body pressed slightly against the waiter's own. Quickly, he matches his companion's speed and strides, allowing himself to be lead about the city in silence, his eyes once more lacking any flicker of a will to exist. Numbly, he seems to pay no attention to his surroundings, though he does stare at the other man unblinkingly. Upon feeling him come to a stop, he too halts his steps in a blank, obliging manner. Head tilting to the side slightly, his empty gaze studies the door.
Jan 22 22:05:37 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DAs the warmaster and harpy arrive, Kenneth stands as he is, hands at his sides, eyes narrowed against the dim red lighting. He nods respectfully to either of them, reaching up to fix his tie yet again. "@rGood Evening, Scourge, Primogen, Warmaster.@D" His mannerisms and voice are quite cold, as usual, and after this formal greeting is over with he turns, looking off into some random corner to contemplate, apparently not even listening to the goings-on.@W
Jan 22 22:13:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A faint twitch occurred in the corner of the Irish woman's left eye as Donovan introduced himself. However, a pleasant if vaguely airy smile was offered the man. "Leannan." She stated simply with a minute inclination of her head. Her gaze cut to the side as she tilted her head slightly to regard Gareth in silence.
Jan 22 22:15:05 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: After going through the front door of the apartment building, Elijah struggles with Devon up the stairs, glancing menacingly at the elevator's 'out of order' sign. "Fucking owner needs to fix that..." He comments dryly, leading the angelic youth through a hallway after climbing up the stairs. He takes one hand away from his companion, fumbling in his pockets for a ring of jangling keys, before unlocking a door and throwing it open. The room is entirely dark, and Elijah pulls Devon in with him, the keys audible as he drops them onto some surface before knocking his hand against the wall. Finally his finger hits the lightswitch, and the room is bathed in faint, yellowish light from a naked overhead lightbulb. He closes the door, a blush visible in his cheeks as he turns to face his apartment. The living room has a single moth-bitten sofa, a bookshelf cluttered with old paperback novels, and a sidetable complete with a little reading lamp. There is no television set visible, or other luxury. The walls are a faded white color, while a few old carpet stains are visible, left by past residents. The scent of the apartment is a mixture of fading, burnt tobacco, and an odd glade plug-in scent, fighting the war against the room's stench all on it's own. He leads Devon to the couch, gently attempting to sit the other man down on it. An empty bottle of whiskey is visible next to the lamp on the sidetable. "Just.. close your eyes. This place is shitty. Imagine beaches... And soothing waves. Just don't imagine my hellhole." A playful grin touches his lips, but fades as soon as he remembers the situation at hand.
Jan 22 22:18:24 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Giving a smile to the Scourge, Nikita waves a hand to the chairs and asks, "Would you like to be seated? Or will our business need a more formal setting sir?"  She's giving a sidelong glance at the Sheriff as she speaks, wondering what's pre-occupied him so much that he's off in another plane of existence it seems.  "Would anyone like a bit of warm refreshment? It's fresh?"  And without waiting to receive answers, Nikita departs down one of the dark tunnels to retrieve something for everyone to drink.
Jan 22 22:23:50 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Just as most other nights here in the City of Angels, there's a multitude of people out to try to catch the perfect snapshot of the colorful nightlife. Though it's peculiar how this one lone paparazzo seems utterly distracted from 'the game' this eve. Ella's brow furrows as she walks along, her lips moving in a whisper as she sings along to the music on her ipod, "So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night? And keep on letting him change all my plans? I'm either so sick in the head, I need to be bled dry, to quit... Or I just really used to love him? I sure hope thats it," as her head bobs in time to the upbeat Fiona Apple. Other people brush past her and she seems to take no notice, except that she seems to deftly avoid touching each one as much as possible.
Jan 22 22:28:49 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Dulled eyes blinking once more, Devon glances around from his new position perched awkwardly on the couch. No scan of the room is performed though, whether this is due to Elijah's advice or his own inner turmoil, Devon doesn't make known. Gaze finally clearing slightly, he looks at the other man, staring with a mixture of rapt fascination and detached numbness. Palm resting upturned on a denim-clad knee, the words carved into them are once more made visible, his other arm moving so that the fingers of the other hand can repeatedly trace the cuts with a short nail, opening them up slightly more. "What do you think of me?", is asked in a monotonous manner, the words holding no emotion and lacking the gentle, velvety undertones usually present within the youth's voice. "What do I mean to you?"
Jan 22 22:32:11 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Just as most other nights here in the City of Angels, there's a multitude of people out to try to catch the perfect snapshot of the colorful nightlife. Though it's peculiar how this one lone paparazzo seems utterly distracted from 'the game' this eve. Ella's brow furrows as she walks along, her lips moving in a whisper as she sings along to the music on her ipod, "So why did I kiss him so hard late last Friday night? And keep on letting him change all my plans? I'm either so sick in the head, I need to be bled dry, to quit... Or I just really used to love him? I sure hope thats it," as her head bobs in time to the upbeat Fiona Apple. Other people brush past her and she seems to take no notice, except that she seems to deftly avoid touching each one as much as possible. (repost for the late Christian ;) )
Jan 22 22:35:05 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The hustle and bustle of the city is a little less at this moment, so near the Hotel, but the motley crew still persists in existing. So many blind sheep that walked towards their inevitable slaughter at the hands of their unknown puppeteers. It was almost saddening, really. But then again, they chose their method of destruction, so it mattered little. Sitting perched on the edge of a rooftop, a somewhat tall frenchman is precariously leaning over the crowds below. Taking notice of the small paparazzo, he smirks slightly and then hops from his ledge, falling towards the ground, so very reminiscient of Spawn, the Frenchman's long red coat flapping behind him. He lands on the ground easily, and he grins as he seems to have startled several folk around him. Walking down the street after Ella, he is perfectly silent as he steps up to walk beside her, holding a newspaper beside him with a rather large headline. "Tween sensation has a sultry lover!" He speaks up a bit. "Nice work."
Jan 22 22:45:20 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A gasp is stifled, albeit barely, as a wide-eyed Ella jerks her head up and actually takes a few steps back out of sheer reflex. Catching her breath, she manages a tense half-smile, nodding her head slowly at the Frenchman. "Oh yeah, that!" she exclaims excitedly before letting loose a torrent of giggles, "Yeah, Rick Walker has a way with words. He also pays top dollar. It's why I give him the scoop first," she mentions with a wink as her hand snakes into the pouch of her grey striped sweater, turning the ipod off. Her usual dressage of cargos and a t-shirt are gone, at least for one evening, replaced by the aforementioned sweater, a pair of black tights cut off at the ankle, and a pair of simple black ballet flats. "Did I get your good side? Or should there be a repeat performance just so I can redo it?"
Jan 22 22:57:44 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The Frenchman chuckles a bit as she gasps and takes the few steps back. His red coat sways a bit, the kinetic energy within not quite spent entirely yet, but it soon stops appearing to have a life of it's own. "My good side? Hm. It was good enough. And as for a repeat performance, I don't know if I can handle the strain. It's such hard work being an instigator." He grins a bit, and then motions for her to continue her walk with a smile. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." He reaches into a pocket and retrieves his mirrored sunglasses, placing them over his eyes with a smirk, hiding the cold green oculars.
Jan 22 22:58:24 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: returns to his seat sitting down slowly once introductions are done and he brings his foot back over his knee again.  "So then, what is the plan warmaster?"
Jan 22 23:03:09 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An eyebrow lifts as Ella inspects the newspaper a bit closer, pulling it towards her and tipping it to one side. Her voice still brims with amusement as she eyes the photograph, "Instigator? If you keep going like that you'll enter the realm of 'private investigator'." She just shakes her head with a twitter of laughter, pushing the paper back into his hands. One finger coils gently around the cord leading to her earbuds, giving it a firm tug and letting the little round objects fall into her palm. "Nah, not doing anything important. When has thinking ever been important in Los Angeles?"
Jan 22 23:03:10 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..The plan, for now, is to remain in place. We're moving on kitten feet here..", the Englishman admits, walking over to a chair, and dragging it back to where Leannan is, which he then is quick to offer, "..I'm gathering resources. Creating safehouses. And most importantly, gaining the help of Clan Nosferatu. The last time that the Anarch's were moved to revolt, every Prince and Primogen in this state was killed, captured, or forced to flee. When we strike, we won't have a second chance. It will be an 'all or nothing' sort of ordeal..".
Jan 22 23:05:47 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Thank you." The phrase was faintly murmured so as not to interupt the Scourge's explanation. Her hand reached out to brush his faintly as it slide along the chair before the woman seated herself and demurely crossed her legs. Her hands were folded over her knees and she listened intently before asking. "And are there standing orders for the rest of the court, dear Warmaster?" One perfectly shaped brow arched in genuine inquiry.
Jan 22 23:12:40 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Well, the Prince informed me of his movements to get dragonsbreath and weapons to fire them.  I have been gently pushing the authorities to ignore our shipments and I think it will work but I ahve yet to receive word from my contacts."
Jan 22 23:13:16 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: "Well, I did take those shots one time for Anna Nicole...ah well. Past is the past." His smirk remains on his features for the time being, and he puts his hands into his pockets loosely. "Well, thinking always serves a purpose at some point. I mean, unless you are one of the rich assholes and can afford to pay someone to think for you." A Chuck clad foot kicks a stone out of his vicinity, and it smacks into a small boy, who rubs at his arm, not knowing where the rock came from. "So, Miss Paparazzo, taking the night off?"
Jan 22 23:18:52 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Slate grey eyes shift with the tumbling stone, wincing with sympathy at the kid that got hit. Turning her attention back to the gallavanting Frenchman, she turns down the wattage of her smile just a tad and rolls her shoulders. "I guess my brain is having an off day. I can't concentrate on the usual stomping grounds of those rich, spoiled kids. If something intriguing dashes through my path, though, I do still have my weapon of choice," she replies at length while lifting the strap of her messenger bag, indicating the camera located inside.
Jan 22 23:19:50 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "You would ahve to ask the PRince the details, he just aske dme to use my sway in the city to make it happen."
Jan 22 23:27:07 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The Frenchman nods slowly and he reaches into a coat pocket, pulling out his Nikon digital camera. "Never leave home without it." He smiles a bit and is silent for a moment, thinking. "Hm. I wonder...you feel up for a little...creative journalistic investigation? I got a buddy that can get me into a few places, and I hear there is a big pool party going on tonight. Might be able to get some good shots." He smiles a bit and returns his hands to his pockets.
Jan 22 23:29:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, I'll be speaking with him. He's quite the busy bee though, that one. There is much to do, in this time of war, and while I might be occupied most of the time, holding three titles in just one Court, he still has more to do than I..", the Englishman admits to Donovan, offering the man another light, curved smile. He then swivels his attention to Leannan, "..It will still be utilitarian. However, there is some of this, or some of that, that should be done..".
Jan 22 23:33:19 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Yes, yes, of course..." She murmured as she offered the Englishman a smile. "Functional can still be aestetically pleasing is all I mean. But, do go on...we'll talk on such affections later, I'm sure." Slender fingers lifted to tap against the woman's lower lip then, in thougt.
Jan 22 23:33:19 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An expression that can only be summed up as utterly baffled settles across Ella's face as she pauses in her steps to peer sidelong at Guillaume. "A pool party?" she asks slowly as she turns her head from one side to the other, worrying that maybe she heard him wrong. "I'm not so good at that whole swimming thing and my equipment isn't waterproofed. But whose party is it anyhow? Know anything about the guestlist? Who's on it, who's not? I can only imagine what sorts of 'favors' they're handing out!"
Jan 22 23:38:48 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Well, then, if you two would excuse me, I have more calls and work to do from my room in the hotel.  I will leave the decorating to you all, I trust it is well in your hands.  And Warmaster, as you said previously, we ahve speaking to do when you get the chance."  The strange mixed smile came up and greeted the two as he stood and bowed placing his hat on his head and walking out of the Elysium, picking up his arms on the way out.
Jan 22 23:43:56 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles a bit and he shakes his head. "Never said you'd have to get in the water. Fuck, unless you wanna catch Lohan and Spears spooning underwater or something, then I doubt that you'll even need to get within 20 feet of the pool." He shrugs his shoulders a bit. "And I'm not sure who is on the list. My contact only tells me when shit goes down. Don't really get much more info than that." He stops and leans up against a wall, thinking to himself and waiting for her to answer.
Jan 23 00:02:51 :: (GC) Ella rposed: While pulling out her earpuds from her pouch, Ella never lest her discerning gaze leave the back of the flighty Frenchman. Even as her fingers untie the loose knots the cords have become, her eyes narrow a bit at his back and her brow furrows. Her carefully placed mask of jovial conviviality falls away for just an instant, knowing full well that pretty is as pretty does. It only takes a short time around the beautiful faces of Los Angeles to know that those gorgeous masks hide the most ugliness. With a shake of her head she plugs only one small bud in her ear, leaving the other free to keep track of those around her.
Jan 23 00:10:28 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: As Donovan 'Walk-Off-Before-I-Can-Pose' Strohm leaves for the stairwell, the lithe and striking Breton turns about, giving the woman next to him a full amount of attention, "..Tomorrow, we're having steel cages delivered, as well as ghouled warhounds. Pit bulls. Vicious. I'm having a crew come in and dig off another room to the north, for their keeping..". He stops for a moment, allowing his sights of golden emerald to flicker about the room, before asking, "..What do you think, decor-wise? This natural stone would be shameful to let go to waste. Thoughts on old-style gothic? Carved walls, and actual torchlight? Up high, of course. We don't want someone to panick and do something stupid..". 
Jan 23 00:12:29 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman climbs aboard his motorcycle and kicks starts the machine and he rides off with a roar of the engine.
Jan 23 00:14:44 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Rolls her eyes, though far from being a sign of disrespect, the seems to consider his question and takes in what she can without moving her head at first "Just above casual sight level, perhaps." She comments before finally turning her face up to consider the room. "We are a court, so why not capitalize on such a scheme. Your hounds could, perhaps, be stationed in effigy of gargoyles." A slender hand raised to indicate suggested spots though it was a vague gesture as she was unsure of how many were coming in. "Alcoves can be positioned to allow guards easy access to strategic items and perhaps even alternate corridors. Being penned in last time was unfortunate." She reminded him.
Jan 23 00:30:10 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..We'll have better than that. I'll be speaking with Clan Tremere, on the matter of setting up magical means of tracking those who come and go from here. Either this Elysium, or even just the front door of the Hotel California..", the Breton states, seeming to have thought this through for the moment, "..And if it is leaked again, I will have no choice but to keep track of the location and doing of every single Camarilla-claimed member of the Kindred. Every waking and sleeping moment. I have the means, but I care little for babysitting, when we are at war. I do, understand however, that what must be done...must be done..".
Jan 23 00:33:49 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I still think that French poof did it." The woman stated quite bluntly. "For the Anarchs to come so swiftly after his altercation of Pelliden? It's suspicious. But," Pausing, she smirked and chuckled softly to herself. "I may be biased as he ruined my game without warning." Shrugging her shoulders faintly, the woman turned slightly in her seat to regard the man beside her. "Politics are a trial of endurance. And war is simply politics on multiple arenas. I'll have to make a point to work this into my resume."
Jan 23 00:38:08 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..If it was him, then I will find out. However, I have not the time to go about, chasing him. War with the Anarch Population is too pressing at the moment. If I happen to catch him at some point though, well, I think that I can manage a bit of a sidestop..", Gareth remarks, lacing his fingers together and resting each hand in his lap, "..You are correct on politics, though. I ran from them for far too long, before deciding to take them up as the mantle that I now wear. I still prefer war to mundane politics, though..".
Jan 23 00:44:48 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Speaking of...where _has_ that toy of mine wandered off to?" Her tone was light and the question off-handed. It was clear she had already grown bored and moved on to new ventures. "Stock piling wares for you, I should hope. If we incorporate charges in planned locations, the walls themselves could be a useful weapon. If we don't, well...structural integrity and all that."
Jan 23 00:51:29 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I don't think we shall go as far as placing structural charges for the moment. In time, though. In time..", the Breton explains, penting his fingers a bit as he admits this, which does a great deal to make him look more like a mastermind, "..We'll strike as the Gypsies do. All at once. It'll be over before the Anarch Population can recover to strike back. There will be much time between here and there, though. Much planning. Much work. However, we are Immortal, so I see no need to rush it. The Camarilla was founded on patience..".
Jan 23 00:55:42 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...indeed!" Smiling brightly for no apparent reason, the woman leaned in to whisper to the man sitting beside herself more from reflex than any current need. "And would you care for cleverly masked caches of of weaponry? With loyal servants holding them?" In truth, the woman did not think he had detained her merely for advice on drapery.
Jan 23 01:05:44 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh, I'm sure that we will be getting to those, with time, Miss Leannan. Before gathering up weapons though, we should gather up those who would wield them. I've begun, even now, to call on aid from Neonates in the surrounding states. In fact, we should have a group of out-of-state Brujah showing up, within the month..", Gareth admits.
Jan 23 01:08:33 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I do like Brujah," She admitted with a rueful grin. "Great parties if you're in the mood for something fast and hard. They've got a grace of their own, so that should be interesting." Lifting a hand, she fussed with her hair slightly to keep it out of her eyes as she conversed. "It was good to see the Sheriff up and about. I spied him on the strip earlier having a chat with Johnny and Guillaume...who were in quite the passionate stance."
Jan 23 01:14:33 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Brujah are good for a bash, it's true. I'll never trust them again, though. I once ran an entire crew of pirating Brujah. It didn't end well. At least, for them..", Gareth explains, smirking a bit, and just shaking his head at the recollection of such a thing. He does take a pause at Leannan's second admission though, "..The Sheriff isn't around much. Understandable, as he is a rogue to his entire clan. He is around though, when he is needed. And that is both good and admirable in a Kindred. Tell me. What were Guillaume and the 'Seer' doing, to cause such a passionate stance?".
Jan 23 01:21:31 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Humming a gallant Fiona Apple tune, Ella ascends the stairs of the Triangle with a bag clutched in one hand and a magazine tucked under her arm. Her hand hovers over the knob of the door, finally remembering her manners and knocking instead of just barging in.
Jan 23 01:22:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh that is disgusting..", Gareth notes, crinkling up his nose at the thought of such, "..I would expect no less from a man of French heritage. But the Seer? I had not a clue that he was so...Roman..", he states, speaking the particular sentiment with a noticeable amount of distaste in his voice, "..That is good to know, though. It's is useful to know who needs to be baited with Filet Mignon, and who to use the T-Bone upon..".
Jan 23 01:23:39 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: 'Clink - Clink - Clink', comes the sound, in response to the knock upon the door. 
Jan 23 01:27:09 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Most of them are insane. However, there is a hidden wisdom in what they can see. A Malkavian will look at a problem from a different perspective than a normal Kindred will. The trick is to learn what is bullshit, and what should be listened to. Even I cannot tell, at times. I hardly doubt that he is a Seer, though. I have little belief in such things..", the Englishman states, as if it were just a solid fact.
Jan 23 01:29:13 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, I can believe in Seers easily enough. I just can't put that same faith in a person who, most of the time, likely can't even seperate his OWN tripe from truth." A wrist was flicked in dismissal of the man she spoke of. "I don't mind listening to them. Over the phone. In person I begin to wonder...their madness is oft times contagious."
Jan 23 01:29:47 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Caution takes the forefront for once in Ella's life as she slowly turns the knob and cracks open the door, poking her head around the corner to hopefully avoid at bullets or other objects that might be hurled at an intruder. Wide, blue-grey eyes blink at the forlorn fellow ringed by his fallen glass soldiers, her voice coming out quieter than usual, "You eat anything yet today?" One reaches into the room to shake the McDonald's bag in his field of vision.
Jan 23 01:36:06 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Sitting there in his smoking chair, Adrien Cross has lined several bottles of emptied beer around him, in a circle. More are scattered across the floor, and three are positioned on his hand, taking up the pointer finger, middle finger, and thumb. This would seem to be the source of the clinking sound that the woman heard from outside. He is, obviously, deep into his cups this evening. He turns, shifting a bit, to stare at the bag of McDonald's, but doesn't speak at all. The only response is another round of 'clink-clink-clink'.
Jan 23 01:38:05 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Yes, well. If he does bother you that much, then avoid him. He is below you. He's not a member of the Camarilla. If anything, he should be looked upon as nothing more than another soon-to-be casualty of our war upon the Anarch Population. Those who aspire to no side, often sink the lowest. That, and no one will miss them..", the Englishman points out, lacing his fingers together again, before pushing to his feet, "..I should be going, though. I have a fair bit to get done tonight..".
Jan 23 01:41:12 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A peel of laughter resonates through the small dwelling as Ella pulls herself all the way into the room, tapping the door closed with one foot. "I can see it now. The upcoming blockbuster action film: Adrien Bottlehands. Johnny Depp will be so jealous," she giggles as she sashays towards the desk. From the bag she pulls out a double cheeseburger and a large order of fries. She glances towards Adrien, or more like the glass bottles around him, and murmurs, "Good thing I didn't pick up a drink, too. Figured you would have something lying about."
Jan 23 01:41:20 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Do look after yourself, Gareth." The woman said as she stood at his hint that he was leaving. "You have my number of course, should you need my services before we catch each other face to face again." A light smile was offered and the woman took another look around the room.
Jan 23 01:47:02 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Perhaps knowing that an attempt to speak would just be quashed beneath his massive intake of alcohol, the Occultist doesn't even make the effort. The bottles are clinked again, before he pulls them off and drops them to the ground. They hit the hardwood floor and just roll off, two for the wall, one heading in the direction of the kitchen. Despite his lack of word use, his dark sights speak it all: He hates life, had a terrible day, and has been drinking since noon.
Jan 23 01:47:37 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I do. And you look after yourself as well. Avoid strange faces..", the Englishman suggests, before heading for the door.
Jan 23 01:49:00 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A soft laugh sounded to that and the woman nodded. "And no taking candy from stangers...even though it tastes the sweetest..." She intoned with a faintly musing tone.
Jan 23 03:21:35 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The light chug of a familiar harley-davidson motorcycle can be heard in the distance as its rider approaches down the street at a slow speed. He seems mindful of something though the speed may be more upon the fact of the bustle of Santa Monica.
Jan 23 03:24:47 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Poking at her phone in irritation, the red head didn't noticed her surrounding at first. As always, her attire was all high end designer labels. Black pants, a crimson tube top and a black leather jacket encased her form and her hair was left loose and unstyled tonight. Blinking a few times, the sound finally came to her and she spun quickly to look out across the street before spotting the bike and rider. A broad smile curved her painted lips and she moved to the curb quickly.
Jan 23 03:29:12 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The bike comes to a slow stop at the corner, the engine dying down little by little before the larger man allows his feet to slip from it. Heavy boots press down against asphalt and he allows his hands to release from the bars to his upper legs, allowing them to keep it balanced, "What's this?" He tilts his head to the side slowly, eying her with a small smile, "It seems I tend to run across you everywhere."
Jan 23 03:32:45 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Yeah, yeah...you're a stalker. But I," Her smile remained turned teasing and her hands lifted to press against her well-shaped breasts. "Am utterly irresistable. So that is perfectly understandable." A smug tone was in her voice but a slow wink of one glitter-tinted eyelid showed that she was only playing.
Jan 23 03:35:14 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man's lips curl into a small smile in return to her as he raises his large hands up to readjust the bandanna before tightening it just a bit, "A stalker mm? Perhaps." He offers her a wink before casting that gaze about the crowd, "I wonder perhaps what would happen if said stalker caught you unawares and spirited you into the night."
Jan 23 03:37:44 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: One hand was brought up to press her index finger against her cheek in adorable effigy of pondering. "Well! I do wonder...perhaps we should find out. In the interests of science, of course." Her tone was perfectly serious despite the silliness of her words.
Jan 23 03:40:23 :: (GC) Christian rposed: A low rumble forms in the back of his throat before releasing in a soft chuckle as he raises his head back to its heightened position. He regains a serious composure though moments later as he raises one large hand in front of him, "For science!" A small wink gives away his meaning though the tone and composure fit it perfectly. He shifts up on the seat as if in a silent ofference to jump on.
Jan 23 03:43:31 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A lovely, bell-toned laugh was his reward for the display. With the ease of continued practice, the woman claimed her seat behind him and linked her arms around his waist. Leaning in, she gave a quick nip and a kiss against his neck. Nuzzling there a moment, she murmured near his ear. "I've missed you, lover." With that, she rocked her slender form slightly to nudge him and urge him on to better settings.
Jan 23 03:50:11 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The bike rolls into the garage, coming to a halt once more as the shuddered doors close behind, falling to the concrete with a muffled bang before growing quiet once more.
Jan 23 03:52:50 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "You know," She mused as her lips brushed against his ear before parting to allow her teeth to nibble there for just a moment. "I'm starting to think I live here..." A faint purr-like chuckle would be delivered then as her lips caressed his neck once more.
Jan 23 03:57:08 :: (GC) Christian rposed: A soft vibration escapes his lips to that, one hand lowering to circle around her waist as he pulls her just a bit closer behind him. That doesn't last for long though as he hits the kick stand and slips from the bike, turning to her as his lips lower to catch her own in a short yet passionate kiss, "Perhaps next time this mysterious stranger will spirit you off elsewhere?" The smile is still there, one lid flitting in a wink.
Jan 23 04:00:25 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmhmm, perhaps the damsel the mysterious strange kidnaps so frequently...doesn't at all mind the location." She returned with a grin. Lifting her arms, her hands came to rest against his shoulders as she drew her knees up under herself. Kneeling on the bike as she was, she drew him closer and into another passionate kiss.
Jan 23 04:34:15 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Aches?" The woman asks with that same upwards lilt to her voice that indicates curiosity. "How so? And remember...this is for science." She purred near his ear before nipping at the lobe and allowing one fang to leave a mark against the soft tissue.
Jan 23 05:06:20 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man's lips tug on a bit of a frown in reply to that as he looks back at her, "Oh? And what of?" His boots shift against the concrete as he replies with that, the closeness still there though a certain distance was given to her for that seriousness she looked for.
Jan 23 07:33:13 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Dizon grabs a bucket and douses the flaming woman.
Jan 23 12:04:12 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Siol salutes Ella.
Jan 23 12:06:40 :: (GC) Siol forced Alexandra to title @BDeckard - @DYes, that one.
Jan 23 12:24:15 :: (GC) Siol forced Alexandra to save
Jan 23 12:29:48 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol grins wickedly.
Jan 23 12:58:43 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol chuckles.
Jan 23 12:59:33 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol gasps!
Jan 23 13:08:09 :: (GC) Alexandra frozen by Siol.
Jan 23 13:08:16 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol cackles with glee!
Jan 23 13:08:22 :: (GC) Alexandra un-frozen by Siol.
Jan 23 13:10:11 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol grins a bit and he cracks his neck. "By all means, try. I need a challenge."
Jan 23 13:57:22 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Siol smiles a bit and ruffles your hair. "Easy now."
Jan 23 14:11:51 :: (GC) Christian rposed: Hard rock resounds against the walls of the garage as a tall broad shouldered man hefts a mallet in his right hand. His gaze is down upon a sheet of metal on a large steel workbench. His biceps flex with the motion before cracking it down against the metal with a resounding bang. The sound is drowned out by the music though it can still barely be heard. 
Jan 23 14:14:30 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: A tall blonde figure dressed in a lion mane jacket could be seen making his way into the small shop, two men would branch off from him before he actually neared the building and wait out of sight. As he entered his head would begin to bop to the beat of the music while at the same time he would close his eyes and allow the flow of the energy to wash over him, "Wonderful" he would say to himself before re-opening his eyes and looking over toward the working man.
Jan 23 14:20:27 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man at the bench brings the hammer down on the sheet of metal once more before raising it to eye the handiwork. He raises his head in an upturned nod in approval to himself before lowering the thing back down to the ground. In one hand he tosses it up to flip it before catching the thing in his other hand to set on the hook rack hanging from the wall before walking over. His back is to the newly arrived man though his fingers lower to press the stop button on the cd player set up to the speakers that are set about the garage. The sound that had been booming just before suddenly goes silent as he raises to his full height, "Name's Christian Moore, owner of the shop here. Anything I can help you with?" He turns to regard the man then, head tilting just a bit as he eyes the jacket with approval.
Jan 23 14:32:28 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I'd like for you to decide that" The blonde man would say with a chuckle as he moved a hand from his pocket to brush some hair out of his face, "And as far as customizations go.. I want it to be faster, stronger and far beyond anything that anyone has ever seen" he paused for a moment as he tilted his head sideways, "You would have all the funding you would need and more to do this, aswell as being paid...dare I say extremely well" a wicked grin crept over his features as he brought his own arms to cross his chest, "I'd like something black though...shiney"
Jan 23 15:26:19 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Perhaps you have both understood the scourges words incorrectly... I do believe that he said all Camarilla.. that do not show up at court will become independant, and hunted until dead" Sighing the Prince would look down to Leannan and nod, "We can speak later of course, I would love it" looking back to Christian he would continue, "However never did he say that the exsisting sectless would be hunted, he did advise that perhaps it wasn't the safest place to be, but no mention of final death was made, and even if so...Did I not just say you would could stay in this domain, with my very blessings? I do think no one would dare challenge that" chuckling once more he pulled his arm back and pushed it into his pockets, "Oh..and lets make the bike completely white insted of black"
Jan 23 15:28:54 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, we'll talk later, Gabriel..." The woman promised with another of those meaning-laden glances before turning to face Christian once more with a soft smile. "He and I had a chat last night. But, later. Later." With that a hand would move to dismiss the topic and the woman meandered off to poke at the contents of a bench while the two males talked specs and the like.
Jan 23 15:40:54 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: With a nod of his head the Prince would roll his neeck allowing it to pop multiple times, a grin would be plasted to his lips after hearing the 'god' comment  before he would speak, "Sounds good to me, like I said, I heard your the best, which is why I don't have some moron of mine who claims he can ride a bike do it" with a shrug he would turn his back to them both looking outside, "Also if you could..it'll cost alittle more but armor it...and double or triple armor the gas tank, I don't want to be exploding anytime soon from a stray bullet" he chuckled and turned back to face them, "And have fun with it, no rush by the way"
Jan 23 16:16:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Dulled eyes blinking once more, Devon glances around from his new 
Jan 23 16:16:16 :: (GC) Devon rposed: rpose Dulled eyes blinking once more, Devon glances around from his new 
Jan 23 16:16:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: rpose Dulled eyes blinking once more, Devon glances around from his new 
Jan 23 16:17:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Testing
Jan 23 16:17:12 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: sifunaofnasklgnsginlkagnsuaoignaslgnasuignslagnsaugnlgiuasngusagnlasgnsauignagnunagusainglnasiglsnaglang
Jan 23 16:18:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Dulled eyes blinking once more, Devon glances around from his new position perched awkwardly on the couch. No scan of the room is performed though, whether this is due to Elijah's advice or his own inner turmoil, Devon doesn't make known. Gaze finally clearing slightly, he looks at the other man, staring with a mixture of rapt fascination and detached numbness. Palm resting upturned on a denim-clad knee, the words carved into them are once more made visible, his other arm moving so that the fingers of the other hand can repeatedly trace the cuts with a short nail, opening them up slightly more. "What do you think of me?", is asked in a monotonous manner, the words holding no emotion and lacking the gentle, velvety undertones usually present within the youth's voice. "What do I mean to you?"
Jan 23 16:22:45 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "The same, Chief. Jus' figured I'd stop in and get you up to date on one of the errands ya sent me on. Ye' know the armored vehicles ya asked about?" She arches a brow as she asks, her head canting to one side.
Jan 23 16:23:41 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "My parents are dead. I have no family. I have no friends. I have drugs, and booze, and that's just a temporary vacation from my life. I have a dead-end job, I have a crappy apartment. I have some paperback books that are worn and stained. I have a creaky mattress sitting in my room. I have an empty refrigerator. Elijah sits next to Devon on the couch as he begins to speak, sliding one arm around the youth's shoulders, his eyes staring out at the carpet in contemplation. He doesn't meet Devon's gaze until he is done speaking, and then his head turns slightly, the rest of his body still, dark blue eyes falling upon the youth. "You're the only thing that's real, Devon. Everything else is just bullshit. I've got nothing in life, except for you. You're the only one that's ever cared."
Jan 23 16:36:31 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "I'll do that, mah Prince..." Bea says before considering Gabriel's words and then shaking her head. "Not really. That charming devil moved on, I assume. Ain't heard hide nor hair from him." She gives an indifferent shrug, though her eyes tell a faintly different story.
Jan 23 16:42:39 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I'm not a person. As already stated." The words come out in a mechanical manner, more recited than spoken, as pale eyes stare blankly ahead. "I've never been alone." Pausing here, there's a air of contemplation about the willowy form, though this too fades quickly. "Perhaps a week in the womb, give or take a few days." Head bending forward slightly, thin shoulders slump in dejection. "Identical twins of each gender...it was auspicious from birth." Head shaking slightly now, Devon blinks repeatedly, though it does nothing to clear the fog from his gaze. "You only know the facade in the end. That's all we ever really know..." Tone trailing off, his eyes fall closed once more, fingernail continuing to pick at the words etched into his palm, the blood welling up, then reabsorbing once more.
Jan 23 16:52:35 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah rubs his hand against Devon's shoulders, frowning sadly as he listens to the other man speak. His other hand rises, the skin warm as he places it over the youth's hand, pushing the other hand out of the way. A bit of blood is pressed against his palm, and he does this to try and draw Devon's gaze away from the bleeding hand. "Devon." He stares at the youth, trying to make eye contact, his voice soft and sincere. He treads the waters of the conversation carefully, a sympathetic, and pained, expression on his handsome features as he tries to break through his intoxication, pushing the cloud out of his mind with each word spoken. "I know I'm not much. And I know I can't compare to Morgan. But I'll be here. And I'll help you through whatever you're feeling."
Jan 23 16:53:10 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "He...he murdered CHILDREN...and I thought I loved that man. I despise him," she practically spits out, her eyes growing dangerously edgy, her voice taking a hardness to it. "If you've proof, after the time of stress has passed, hold nothing back, Prince. I hold no more attachment to him."
Jan 23 17:09:10 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "I ain't got no choice in tha matter, Prince," Bea says, standing taller...well -her full 5 foot rather. "I'm a Primogen, after all."
Jan 23 17:10:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I'm not suppose to feel. This should be a fleeting memory for me. I walk through the world, watching and waiting, the eyes." Gaze aimed at his companion, the youthful figure's eyes seem to look through him more than at him. "She was the hand, and the voice." Position shifting on the couch now, he moves as though to stand, seeming not to realize that someone else is touching him. Muttering more than speaking, he utters, "Someone might have followed me, I need to get back to work. Detroit may be our's, but that only adds to my job." Blinking once, his gaze begins to dart around the room in an almost frantic manner. Worlds sliding easily into another language, he calls out to someone obviously not in the room.
Jan 23 17:14:07 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The thin waiter attempts to push Devon back onto the couch, his eyebrows knitting into a frown. "No, you're not going anywhere. You need to lie down." His expression becomes determined as his hands press against the youth's shoulders, attempting to keep him there. His voice becomes very faint suddenly, and he leans in, whispering in Devon's ear. "Don't leave me, Devon."
Jan 23 17:24:39 :: (GC) Devon rposed: While obviously not fighting the other man's effort to restrain him with all of his strength, Devon does make a few more attempts to sit back up, Elijah's words not fully computing within his mind. However, as the last sentence is spoken, the dulled look within his eyes clears somewhat, the frantic look slowly fading away. "Oh.", is the only utterance made at first, the tone both faint and slurred in a somewhat confused manner. Gazing around the room, as though seeing it for the first time, the youth finally looks at his companion, eyes meeting with slightly more clarity than before. Within that clarity lies an almost primal darkness, as one lip curls into a snarl, fangs immediately bared in a menacing manner.
Jan 23 17:28:20 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: The elderly woman nods, following not long after. "Thanks, Prince. Nice ta know there's at least some ya can count on." Beatrice walks slower than usual, her eyes a bit duller, lacking their usual gleam of mischief.
Jan 23 17:34:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter watches the progression of emotion, gulping loudly as the fangs appear. He pales noticeably, taking his hands away from the youth's shoulders and putting them on his own thighs. Elijah nods, his breathing irregular as he slides away to the other side of the couch, watching Devon closely. "Fuck you, then. Go." His nostrils flare and his eyes widen as he watches Devon, his knee jerking up and down spasmodically, leg rocking on the heel of his foot. "I'm not going to stop you. But that's fucked." His fingers begin to fumble in his pockets, before he locates his pack of cigarettes and pulls it out. He continues to breathe quickly, sliding a cigarette between his lips, knee still jerking up and down in a nervous manner. Elijah looks away, chancing a few glances at the snarling youth now and then, his expression hurt and bitter.
Jan 23 17:52:42 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Pfft!" She commented. "That's an unappealing job descripti-" Her words trailed off as she heard the squeak and her head turned to regard the man who entered. Pushing herself up slightly, she up nodded at the new arrival. "Yo." That done, the woman looked back to the blonde on the bed and arched a brow slightly in silent question.
Jan 23 17:55:34 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Realizing that he's no longer restrained, Devon's vicious expression gradually begins to fade, the violent reaction seeming to be more of a defense mechanism than actual hostility. Fangs still descended from his gums, his gaze remains trained on Elijah, eyes brimming with obvious confusion and a highly unsettled expression wrapping about his willowy form. Slowly, one leg is lifted from the floor and onto the couch, bending at the knee as the limb is pressed to a slender chest. This process is repeated with the other leg, the same painstaking care being taken. Both lithe arms soon wrapped around his shins, fingers grasping the loose denim of his jeans so tightly that all knuckles turn white. Finally, his head is bowed down facing in the other man's direction, one rounded cheek resting upon a knee. He stays balled up like this in silence, gazing at the other figure with an unblinking stare.
Jan 23 18:00:52 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Ah, good.  I do so find it difficult to do my work from this hotel prince, but I Continue on as best as I can.  I threw some weight onto the customs to see if they could safely receive the shipment it was you wanted but no word back from them unfortunately."
Jan 23 18:07:47 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "No luv, its alright" The Prince would say as he nodded toward the man, "I'm sure they will come around, money speaks louder than...well almost anything that being said, I trust you'll be at court?" as he spoke he would continue to caress the womans face and hair.
Jan 23 18:09:47 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter continues watching, remaining silent and still as Devon moves. His hand is paused in mid-air, the pack of cigarettes balanced on top of his palm. Some of the color rushes back into his features, and he blinks as the other man simply stares at him. After the tension in his body has passed, a nervous grin tugs at his lips. "That's kind of creepy." A few dry chuckles shake his thin chest, as he stares into Devon's eyes, unsure of his own attempt to lighten up the situation. The cigarettes are left on his thigh, before he extends a hand, the fingers shaking, and touches one of the youth's knees experimentally. "Devon..." He sighs, withdrawing his hand and closing his eyes, before he falls back against the couch, both hands rising to run through his black hair in frustration. "You say you care, but then you say you don't feel. Do you feel?" One eye opens, curiously peering at the angelic youth from under the shadows of his cupped hands, which rest on top of his head, elbows bent out in front of him as his fingers run through his hair. "I want to be here for you, Devon."
Jan 23 18:14:14 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Yes yes of course, I have no plans not to attend, though I may be a bit late, you know ho wit is, we still have our work to do out there, but I am quite looking forward to it.  Is there anything you need taken care of for it?"  The man's cold blue eyes loked over his companion and him, no emotion behind them and an ever present grin on his face.
Jan 23 18:25:22 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Alright then.  I will return to my work and let you.....take care of things around here."  The grin widened almost real for a moment as he bowed once more lifting the hat off his head  "Not at all.  Do contact me if you do though."  And with that he turned on the heel and headed back off into the hotel to continue his work.
Jan 23 18:26:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Willowy form beginning to rock back and forth in place, Devon continues to stare at Elijah, his angelic face marred by a smeared streak of blood and formed into an unreadable mask of nothingness. Shoulders slumped, yet held ridged in their position, he finally states, "I lied. I don't care." However, the words come out rather contrary to their meaning, each syllable strained out in a low, shaky tone. Jaw clenching visibly, he falls silent once more, body still rocking back and forth and eyes still holding their unblinking stare, a hint of blood once more welling up in the corners. "I don't care.", is stated again, though this time, the words seem to be more to himself than to his companion. "I'm unable to care. I was never bred to care." Yet, with each syllable spoken, his voice becomes more and more expressive and unstable. "Elijah...", he finally murmurs, "Kiss me."
Jan 23 18:28:15 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: One hand was lifted to wiggle her fingers in a wave as the man departed. Tilting her head once more, she looked to Gabriel and smiled. "I had to rearrange things at my place for it. I think I'm going to have to invest in a heavier security system now." 
Jan 23 18:35:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His hands stop running through his hair as Devon speaks, left perched on his head as he opens his eyes, staring at the youth with a horrified expression on his handsome features. His hands fall, landing on his thighs, and his head is bowed slightly, dark shadows creeping over his face. Elijah stares at his lap, slowly looking up as his name is spoken. He doesn't reply verbally, but seems to gather himself. One hand is laid gently on Devon's shoulder, and the waiter begins to slide over, pressing the side of his body against the youth's. "If you were unable to care, then you wouldn't care about your work. Or Morgan." With that he closes his eyes, leaning his head forward to guide his lips to Devon's, turning his head to the side to press them softly against the crimson-streaked man's.
Jan 23 18:58:16 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Returning the kiss deeply, with a considerable amount of passion, Devon's arms come unwrapped from about his legs. One hand presses against Elijah's chest, moving downwards over his abdomen before long fingers slip through the belt loops of the other man's pants, pulling his companion towards him. The other arm snakes upwards, hand caressing a shoulder, then gliding to brace the head and back of the other's neck, holding Elijah against the youth as he eases himself down. Eyes still open, the glazed look returns once more as full lips bush over an ear while cool breath carries with it the words, "Do what you want.", in a sensual, yet oddly flat tone. Each movement made is languid, yet robotic, as though carrying out an unspoken order. Tensing drastically, a slight shudder transverses through Devon's willowy form before he goes unnaturally limp, form splayed out against the couch.
Jan 23 19:10:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A red flush enters Elijah's cheeks as the kiss is returned, and he takes a deep breath after Devon pulls back. He exhales, hands rising until they are pressed against the youth's shoulders. The waiter gently pushes the youth's thin form onto the couch, before laying down as well, arms wrapped around the willowy body. Elijah simply lays there, hugging against Devon, his chest rising and falling against the other man's back. "Are you okay?" His lips hover next to Devon's ear, and he kisses the lobe lightly.
Jan 23 19:19:06 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes staring blankly at the ceiling now, Devon's lips barely move as he murmurs out, "Do whatever you want.", tone obviously detached. Long fingers continue to stroke the back of the other man's neck and weave through his hair with light, airy touches. At the same time, the hand entwined within the belt loops, caress his side and hips with slight pressure being applied by both a flick of the wrist and the weight of one body over another. However, these motions have a mechanical feel to them, as though performing from memory rather than emotion. "I'm fine.", is added in the same calloused manner as Devon's eyes fall shut, golden curls obscuring the withdrawn expression upon his angelic features.
Jan 23 19:29:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter presses his body into Devon's, snuggling up close to the man as his arms wrap more tightly around the youth's waist. He kisses the back of Devon's neck gently, lips leaving a warm imprint in the angelic youth's cold skin. Elijah presses his forehead into the golden curls on the back of Devon's head, his chest still pushing against the other man's back with each breath taken. His fingers break apart across Devon's stomach, one hand sliding up the other man's chest before reaching his head, finger stroking the golden curls of the youth's hair affectionately. Elijah begins to sing softly, the same tune he had been singing on Santa Monica. His warm breath slides over Devon's ear, his words soothing and gentle. "So you're tired of liviiiin'... Feel like you might give in, well don't. It's not your time..." His voice trails off, and he presses his lips against Devon's earlobe again, before starting up his tune again. "And when you wake up, everything is gonna be fine. I guarantee that you'll wake in a better place, in a better tiiime..."
Jan 23 19:44:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Rather than returning Elijah's affection in any way, Devon simply lies motionless, eyes closing for several moments before opening only to look at the wall in a rather vapid manner. From time to time, a slight, tense shudder wracks his form, only to be suppressed by once more going completely limp. No more touches or gentle caresses are give now, other than a haunting smile obviously forced upon the youth's lips. As the versus flow from the waiter's lips, there's almost a sense of impatience shown in the brilliant, though clouded, gaze. From time to time, his lips begin to move soundlessly, though the silent words are mouthed more frequently with each passing moment. Finally, a few tense words of the mantra escape the angelic youth's lips, "Hurry...end..."
Jan 23 19:44:24 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I will, I will forever I promise" He would say as he smiled slightly and looked toward the door, "If I could go back...if I could be human again i'd do it...though i'd rather live now than when I was born" he chuckled, "I like TV and fast food and movies...theres no such thing as a completely free vampire, but there can be for a human" 
Jan 23 19:50:37 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter falls silent with the last word sung, laying still next to Devon, fingers stroking the youth's golden hair. He presses his forehead against the back of Devon's head, closing his eyes, the only sound that of his slow breathing pattern. As the other man speaks, however, his head perks up, one eye opening curiously. "Are you sure you're okay? You're scaring me, Devon."
Jan 23 19:59:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Shaking his head slightly, Devon even seems surprised by his own words. Jaw clenching very faintly, he repeats his earlier words, though with a little more force. "Do whatever you want with me. It's fine." The tone, as sweet and even alluring as it comes out, holds a slight weariness to it, something dampening the flirtatious movements and mannerisms performed only moments before. "It's fine, really." Sounding less forced and more convincing this time, the emotions within his eyes are hidden by the shadows of his eyelids and the fan of long, sooty lashes. "I know what you want. Take it, it's yours." There's even a hint of frustration now, as though insult has been added to injury.
Jan 23 20:01:21 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Well," The woman stated as she leaned over to the side to look at him as he turned away. "I don't really plan on dying anytime soon. The thought terrifies me, to be honest." Sliding down slightly, she would lay her head against his chest before speaking again. "Not the dying itself, though I do wonder who would take care of my dogs. It's the part after that worries me. Restless spirits abound. Sometimes they're really evil gits too... I've  seen em." There was a hard edge to her voice on this topic, a clear echo of deep seated bitterness.
Jan 23 20:09:34 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's arms wrap more tightly around Devon's form, and he leans in, speaking softly into the man's ear. "I have what I want." With that he settles back, clutching the thin form of the angelic youth like some prize, his breathing slowing down again. "Do you care, Devon? Can you care? Because I think you can."
Jan 23 20:25:47 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A myriad of emotions showing within the depths of pale eyes, Devon's gaze betrays the facade of the stoic visage displayed to the world. "I can't even satisfy someone who I do...empathize...with. I think 'caring' is a long way off.", is muttered out in a cold manner, his eyes flicking downwards to look at the arms embracing his willowy body. "Maybe, maybe you shouldn't touch me." Once more, a slight struggle is attempted to get off the couch, though there's little effort or weight behind it. "I just...I need to kill someone." The comment is states airly, as though what he speaks of is an everyday activity. "I need blood, and I need death." Head shaking, the youthful figure continues in a varied, almost ranting tone, "Maybe after that, we can finish this. We both know what you really wanted. I know how these things work, and at least you'll actually enjoy it, unlike others." Unveiled disgust runs through his eyes, though the emotion goes unexpressed.
Jan 23 20:40:15 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Moving through the park, the woman veered off the path at a seemingly random point. A cigarette sat between her lips though she didn't touch it, rather it was ashed by a careful tensing of her lips. Her hands were shoved into her pockets and she moved with the distracted air of a person deep in thought. From the cast of her features, these thoughts were not light or kind in nature.
Jan 23 20:49:29 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: This rainy Los Angeles night offered very little respite to those who wandered the streets, or the city parks in the hours of the night. Though, the foliage and canopy provided generally fairly ample cover against the big drops, and the night was quiet, animals sleeping in their various hiding places, keeping themselves safe. However, one such animal seems to have a rather blatant disregard for the weather, and lies open in plain sight. Now, if it had been any normal animal, such as a badger, or a dog, or a cat, it might not raise a fuss. However, it was a wolf, a sleek grey furred creature, entirely body covered in scars. It's eyes almost seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, and it lay with it's head on it's front paws, carefully taking in sight of everything.
Jan 23 20:54:58 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The tall woman didn't seem to notice the rain. Her duster kept her warm and her head was slightly bowed, red-tinted glasses diverting the smoke from her eyes. Troubled would best describe the female. As such, she overlooked the wolf at first. When its presence was noted, she stopped dead in her tracks and stared at it with a hostile glare for a long moment before drawing in a breath past her cigarette and exhaling a heavy sigh that was accented by a cloud of smoke. "Do YOU talk to? Cause that's JUST what I need right now!" She exclaimed to the beast.
Jan 23 20:55:55 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Hesitating for a moment, Devon's eyes shift from Elijah's face, to his neck, then to his face once more. "You don't understand. The feel of the power that surges through you, the knowledge that you're dominate over someone, the ecstacy as their heart slows and their life becomes yours. Their blood fills you with the greatest joy you'll ever know. The last drops are always the sweetest." A look almost akin to lust fills the youth's eyes now, burning within their pale depths as once more his fangs extend, a shudder of pleasure coursing through his form from the very thought. "At that moment, you are a god." Head leaning near the other man's neck, his tongue flicks out and runs slowly over the scabs, neither healing them or reopening the wounds. "Those moments hide the others so well..."
Jan 23 20:57:59 :: (GC) Althea rposed: The sound of wet shoes squeaking can be heard before the girl is visible, though her dark clothes make her barely visible in the night. Her pale face is startlingly bright against the background of the sweatshirt, its hood obscuring her hair. She looks around as though searching for someone or something, and does not see the wolf until she nearly steps on it. Startled, she takes several quick steps back, nearly tripping over her own feet in the process.
Jan 23 21:02:10 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man's hands run up Devon's chest, eyes closing as he lets out a sigh of mounting pleasure, leaning his head to the side to give the youth better access to his neck. He moves his hands around Devon's sides, running them up the man's back, pressing one against the back of the youth's head. "I'm yours, Devon. I'd rather die to your addiction than to heroin's. Or alcohol's. Or tobacco's." Elijah moves his head slightly to kiss the side of Devon's face, fingers tensing against the youth's scalp as he awaits the point of the fangs. "I'm addicted to you."
Jan 23 21:04:48 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The wolf didn't seem to mind so much as the woman nearly tripped over it, and instead looked up at woman and stared into her eyes through her sunglasses, his shimmering oculars telling the entire story of himself, not needing to make any motion. His tail wags softly a bit before he looks up at the other woman who had nearly tripped over him and his tail wagging increases.
Jan 23 21:09:00 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Ey! You!" The platinum-haired female looked to the pale-skinned one. "You just tripped over a wolf right? And not some weird statue thing? Tell me I'm not losing my mind, chickadee." Her words were gruff and a bit grumbled. Turning back to examine the furry one on the grass, she began to shake her head. "That can't...those eyes..." The cigarette was plucked from her lips and eyed suspiciously before a shrug was given and the neatly packaged death-cylinder was replaced from when it was taken.
Jan 23 21:16:39 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "You don't have to die, at least not yet. Not now.", is whispered gently, cool breath being deliberately blown across bare skin. With care, the scabs are scraped easily away, some blood just barely welling to the surface. With deliberate slowness, fangs sink into the warm, yielding flesh of the man's skin. Gently, blood is drawn, each drink taken carefully measured in small sips, steadily growing into gulps. Cerulean eyes close slowly, almost drifting off, before snapping open, fangs pulled from flesh in an instant as a healing lick closes all evidence of the Kiss. The youth raises an arm upwards, gaze drifting towards the veins in his wrist made visible from the blood consumed.
Jan 23 21:17:40 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The wolf sat up a bit now, on it's haunches, looking at the two women with a curious tilt to his head. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth a bit as he panted, obviously a little warm in the rain. It gave a happy bark towards the two women, and his tail thumped on the ground, still wagging away.
Jan 23 21:22:59 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's body goes slack as the fangs pierce his skin. Each drink produces a pulse through his body, and he begins to moan throughout the process, growing louder with each gulp taken. When it is done he pushes against the front of Devon's body, hands sliding over the other man's hips, lips pressing delicately against the youth's lips, taking any drops of blood left on Devon's lips.
Jan 23 21:26:16 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Spoken? You've got to be kidding me. Talking wolves?" Her face twists into a skeptical smirk. "I mean, LA is full of crazy shit, but I highly doubt that there are talking wolves lurking in the park." She reaches into her bag, pulls out a notebook and pen, and scribbles something down while chuckling under her breath. "Talking wolves..." she mutters, giving a short bark of a laugh.
Jan 23 21:34:25 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The tail wagging and thumping of the wolf continues to watch the women. As Althea makes her comment about talking wolves, the wolf looks almost as if it is smiling, if such a thing could be possible, though it vanishes almost instantly. Wolves don't talk. No wolf in the world talks. The shimmering eyes go now to the woman he seems to know much about talking wolves, and the rainbow oculars stare intently at her, almost as if they can see right through her, but then he removes his gaze to look at the both of them again.
Jan 23 21:42:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Breaking the kiss for a moment, Devon's eyes continue to study his own wrist, long fingers uncurling from about his palm, gaze shifting to the letters carved into it. Anger and sadness cross stoic features, fading quickly as once more his hand forms a tight palm. Casually, the wrist is brought to his lips, fangs biting into the pale flesh and large veins. A partial mouthful of blood is gathered, tongue running lightly over the gashes in the process. Both arms now rise, hands gently cupping Elijah's face and tilting it downwards before the youth's lips press against his, blood being transferred in the process. As he pulls away, blood drips over full lips as he leans towards the other man's ear, whispering, "Just swallow. Please. For me." One hand adjusts its position, fingers trailing over the man's cheek and chin, moving to gently stroke his throat to encourage the process.
Jan 23 21:49:37 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: As the woman squatted down in front of him. The wolf peered at her directly. His shimmering eyes didn't break away from hers, even though hers were behind her sunglasses. After a few long seconds, it leaned forward a bit and gave her face a long lick before giving a playful bark and giving her another lick. As the other woman mentioned rabies, the wolf turned his head and gave a bit of a snort, tagging wagging furiously now.
Jan 23 21:53:49 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Yeah..." The licked-one drawled, removing her glasses and looking for something to wipe them on before chuckling softly and tucking them into a pocket instead. "Oddly, I don't think you need to worry about rabies. He's trained, see?" Her eyes remained on the wolf. At the angle she was positioned, Althea wouldn't be able to see the expression on her face that clearly stated she was lying. However, she slowly lifted a gloved hand to let her bare fingertips brush along the wolf's neck - wary for signs of aggression or displeasure on the animal's behalf.
Jan 23 21:58:31 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "It's not blood. It's Vitae.", is explained softly. "It's more than just life to you now, it's existance." Hands still grasping the other man's face, Devon looks into his eyes with a solomn expression. "I've just changed you. Not by much, but enough that you're better than the rest of the roaches crawling around and infesting this city." Pressing his forehead against Elijah's, he continues, "You'll feel stronger, and you will be. You'll also be more aware of the vitae that's now in your veins. If you need to, you can use it to enhance your physical abilities. Just focus as hard as you can, concentrate and you'll know when it's working." Hands trailing down to rest upon his companion's shoulders, the youth presses the side of his face against the man's chest. "This is what I gift you with for now. Use it carefully and, perhaps, more will come in time."
Jan 23 22:05:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter listens closely, head tilting down slightly as Devon presses his face into Elijah's chest. His chin rests gently on top of the youth's head, and he wraps his arms around the other man, the tips of his fingers slowly massaging Devon's back. "Thank you." He whispers, his tone serene and entirely peaceful. "Vitae, huh?" He smiles roughly, his head tilting further to allow his lips to press against the top of Devon's head, through the golden curls, and offer a kiss. "I'm sorry for telling you to fuck off earlier. I didn't mean that."
Jan 23 22:05:57 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "He looks nice, I guess..." She sighs. "I think I'll pass on the petting, though. Too many bad memories of my mom scrubbing my hands red whenever I would pet a stray cat or dog." She rifles around in her pockets, not so much looking for something as finding a momentary distraction from the situation at hand.
Jan 23 22:13:13 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The hand of the woman who reached up and stroked his neck didn't seem to agitate or bother the wolf at all. It just kept panting lightly and wagging his tail for the moment. The wolf tilted his head to the side a moment before he suddenly turned and walked off into the thicket of brambles. After a moment, he returned, none the worse for wear. In his mouth, was a small brown pouch, and he walked over to the woman who petted him, and he drops the pouch in front of her, wagging his tail happily.
Jan 23 22:15:28 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding gently against the neck and chest of the other man, Devon gently whispers, "It's alright. It's good to see strength in you, even if it's in anger." No attempt is made at pretending to breath or warming his skin, alabaster flesh remaining abnormally pale and without a rosy glow. "You might find other things out as well. A desire to protect your home and possessions might creep into your subconscious from time to time. There's also always the chance that you'll develop...I think they call it OCD?" Raising his head an leaning back somewhat, a tawny brow is raised towards his companion. "I'm not sure. I was born as what you are now. I've never seen the results of blood mixtures such as this." Glancing around the room, Devon adds, "You have to learn a lot as well."
Jan 23 22:23:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man returns the raised eyebrow, watching Devon curiously. "I've never really cared about my possessions..." He settles back against the couch, though his hands remain around Devon's waist. "Obsessive-Compulsive? Wow." His eyes close for a long while as he draws in a few steady breaths, before he opens them again and watches the youth closely. "Do you want to stay here for tonight? My mattress kind of sucks, but it's all I've got."
Jan 23 22:23:17 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The wolf wags his tail still and then it wanders off back into the thicket, and it returns with another small pouch, and this time, it drops the parcel at the feet of Althea, and it's tail continues to wag happily. A few barks are given, and the wolf sits on his haunches, eyes shimmering brightly in the moonlight.
Jan 23 22:31:20 :: (GC) Michelangelo rposed: The wolf barks a few more times happily before leaning back his head and letting out a long and loud howl into the night, piercing the midnight sky. The notes seem almost slightly melancholy, but they soon cease. The wolf wags his tail a few more times and then licks the faces of both the women, and then with a playful bark, he disappears into the thicket of undergrowth.
Jan 23 22:33:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Shaking his head, Devon replies simply, "I can't." Leaning in a little closer, he adds, "It's one of the things you'll need to learn." Straightening back up, his head tilts to the side in obvious contemplation, "Think of a place special to you, somewhere with dirt that you can harvest. If you walk long enough, letting your subconscious memory guide you, you'll find the place." Straightening once more, a realization shows within pale eyes. "And stay away from the park, or any other wild places. If you hear tales of wolves, go the other way. There are more than just my kind, Cainites, who roam the night. Lycanthropes, were beasts, seek to destroy us. They'll kill you from my gift of blood, claiming that you're tainted. Don't be brave and fight it. Just run."
Jan 23 22:33:53 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Oh, lordy..." She chuckled while standing to her full height and stretching. "If that didn't clear up your writer's block..I dunno what will." The small statue was replaced in the pouch and then slipped into an interior pocket of her coat. The dark mood that had driven the woman to wander in the rain seemed to have been washed away and she grinned to the stranger standing nearby. "I'm Jang, by the way."
Jan 23 22:36:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah nods his head, slowly getting up from the couch. He turns to face Devon, leaning in and kissing the other man's forehead gently. "Okay." He replies, pulling his jacket from about his body before throwing it onto the couch. He loosens his tie as well, watching Devon closely as he prepares for bed. "Thank you." He leans in again, offering another kiss on Devon's lips, before turning towards his bedroom door. He opens the door, stops inside the door way, and looks back. "Good night, Devon."
Jan 23 22:42:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding politely in response, the traces of a dark smile grace Devon's lips once more. "Take care Elijah. This is the start of a new existence for you. I just hope it won't end soon." The inscribed palm is held open before him, the words being looked at again as his boots thud gently as the willowy, youthful form turns the doorknob and opens the door, walking over the threshold and out into the night, the door clicking shut behind him.
Jan 23 22:57:06 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Normally I'd be reluctant to have girl talk with someone I've just met, but it's been a long time since I've had any girl talk." Althea laughs. "My cat's the only one that hears me complain about my period and boys and all that, and she usually hides under the bed when I get too whiny." She smiles, slightly blushing from being so forward.
Jan 23 23:00:29 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Could be worse, you could have dogs." The woman would tilt her head to indicate the other should follow to a spot out of the weather. "Damn pests have been breaking all my furniture lately playing around in their new house." A shake of her head would indicate her disapproval though the grin that curved her lips told something contrary.
Jan 23 23:15:55 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The clatter of key against lock can be heard, before the door is pushed open and Adrien admits himself into his own apartment. Shutting and locking it again, he doesn't seem to notice the smaller woman at first, with her having become such a normal day-to-day sight. He stops next to his chair, picking up an old bottle of taking the last drink from it, before he goes about gathering them up and attempting to trash the whole lot.
Jan 23 23:20:14 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At the sound of a lock turning in the door, Ella peeks up over the top edge of the book she holds in front of herself. Eyes the color of an oncoming storm track his movements instead of the numerous words in front of her. Besides that and her steady breathing, she makes barely any sort of movement at all, content for the moment in wondering if he knows she's there or has become decidedly oblivious today.
Jan 23 23:23:25 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "And they don't fight each other? My cat's not a fighting cat but she'll still attack pretty much anything." She smiles widely, grateful to have a friendly conversation. "So what are you doing wandering around the park so late?"
Jan 23 23:32:24 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An eyebrow lifts as Ella continues to do what she does best: gawk at things. Her voice finally spills from her mouth as frown lines begin to appear on her forehead, "Now that can't be healthy. But I guess it's better than downing it with some Budweiser, right?" Her head tilts to one side at the question as she sets the book aside. "What happened?"
Jan 23 23:35:49 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You know..", Adrien muses, having heard Ella's admission, "..You're abso-fucking-lutely right..". He starts for the small fridge, grabbing out a brown bottle of beer, and twisting off the cap. He doesn't down the entire thing, but he does drink about half of it, before going on, "..I have a hangover. Adrien's special time got a bit out of hand last night..".
Jan 23 23:40:36 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A wide grin washes over Ella's face as she can't help but to laugh, "Oh, you don't say? I wouldn't have thought so. I mean your rendition of Edward Scissorhands was brilliant. No sharp, violent instruments to hurt anybody with so I bet it would have earned at least a PG rating," she replies as she hops down off the edge of the desk.
Jan 23 23:45:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Wandering in a somewhat unsteady line, a willowy form comes down one of the park's marked paths, long strides casual in their pace. Cerulean eyes are looking only at a palm held open before the youthful figure, lithe arm hanging down beside a slender torso. The other limb is wrapped lightly about a trim waist, long fingers entwining themselves within the thin fabric of a loose black shirt. One tawny brow suddenly raises slightly, gaze studying the surrounding area with a puzzled sense ghosting though the youth's piercing gaze.
Jan 23 23:49:27 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The phone was flipped open and a quick message sent off before a heavy sigh escaped the woman's lips. Still staring at the device, her free hand slipped down to fish a silver case from a pocket over her leg. From the case, a cigarette was withdrawn and set between unpainted lips. It was only once that was done that the woman's crimson eyes flickered over her surroundings to linger along the familiar form walking though. The case was returned and a torch style lighter produced instead. Regardless of the cold winds, the cigarette was lit and the lighter similarly vanished. The woman said nothing as she watced the other, still wondering if it was male or female.
Jan 23 23:57:42 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming reluctant to continue down the path, the youth's gaze studies the area with more scrutiny, one boot-clad foot taking a slow step backwards, the platform sole thudding softly upon hitting the ground. However, a flicker of recognition shows within the brilliant gaze. Head leaning slightly to the side, the familiar face is studies for a moment before a curt, yet polite, nod is offered to the young woman. Long fingers curl back into the upheld palm to form a fist, knuckles turning white with the effort. Slowly, the arm falls to an androgynous side, swinging just slighting through the air in an idle manner.
Jan 24 00:02:57 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: A glance skyward showed that the break in the rain promised to last for awhile. Rolling her shoulders, the woman settled her coat better against her shoulders and began walking in the other's direction. "Evenin'." She greeted with a light grin. A distance was kept and the woman was consciencious enough to stay downwind on the off chance that the smoke would bother the person she had approached.
Jan 24 00:10:27 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Continuing to watch the familiar stranger with an appraising and calculating gaze, a rather analytical expression ghosts over angelic features, never truly touching the finely-drawn features. Broad shoulders straighten even more, the youth's stoic posture seeming even more ridged now. One shoulder is shrugged slightly towards the woman in an offhanded manner, the thinness of the figure's frame made obvious though the shirt's thin material. Weight shifting slightly from the balls of the boots to the heels, the youth's head tilts slightly to the side in a quizzical manner, wispy golden curls brushing against porcelain skin.
Jan 24 00:20:26 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Flashing Adrien the most innocent expression she can muster as she smiles up at him, "Your apartment. I had to leave for a little bit, but you still weren't back when I got back so I had to let myself in. As if I would keep it unlocked," she mutters at the end, shaking her head from side to side. "But really, you feeling okay?" she asks, a bit of concern creeping into her jovial facade.
Jan 24 00:25:39 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeing the only other figure in the area preparing to leave, the youthful figure calls out in a quiet, almost gentle voice, "What's your name?" The words come out smoothly enough, though there's a certain stoicism within the youth's soft tone. The voice that flows out is as androgynous as the form who it belongs to. The arm hanging idly by the figure's side is raised up, bending at the elbow to wrap about a slender chest, long fingers lightly tracing the pale flesh covering a prominent collarbone with a ghosting touch. Gradually, though, a short nail is raked across the skin, leaving a wake of red in its path.
Jan 24 00:28:54 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Hrm?" A bit startled, perhaps, by the fact that the other spoke..the woman stopped and angled her upper body slightly to look over. "I go by Jang. How about yourself?" The woman asked before spinning on a heel to once more face the mysterious youth. Her tinted eyes caught the sudden appearance of color against the pale skin but she gave no real reaction and said nothing on the subject.
Jan 24 00:29:36 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 24 00:35:59 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'm feeling a bit off. I keep getting a minor migraine at the weirdest times. Last night, it was a bit worse than normal. It's fucking with me, and I'm getting fucking tired of it..", Adrien admits, frowning a bit at his admission, and just shaking his head. The streetlamp outside of the window flickers a bit, as most are want to do, and he jumps just a bit, but is quick to settle. Something is grumbled beneath his breath.
Jan 24 00:38:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "My name is Devon.", is offered in reply by the youth, voice polite in tone, though lacking a certain sense of socialization. Head leaning upright once more, a few stray ringlets fall over the youth's angelic face. Lips pursing together, they just barely part as a soft puff of breath blows the golden lock back into place. Continuing to watch the young woman with a knowing look, interest sparks within their pale depths as the youth's gaze transverses her figure. Eyes flicking from side to side in a cautious, almost neurotic, manner, the youth falls completely still, finger pausing at the hollow of the throat.
Jan 24 00:44:11 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Well, it's nice to finally know your name Devon." Came the slightly gruff reply. The woman's tone was pleasant enough but her wording was slightly accented and slightly formed in the manner of creole, the speech patterns of someone who traveled a lot and took to formal company but rarely. "Ya alright?" As the question was posed, the platinum-haired female cast her gaze around at the darkened park to try to find the source of the other's seeming paranoia.
Jan 24 00:44:53 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..At random times. Some in the street. Some in the morning. Some in the evening. Some when I'm just out and about. Some when I'm sleeping..", Adrien admits, his own face a bit thoughtful too, "..And I know why. At least, in the most broad fucking sense of the term. I get them when fucking supernatural things are about, doing...supernatural shit. It fucking claws at my brain. But only when it's close. It's pissing me off..".
Jan 24 00:51:29 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Really?" the slight girl asks as her head turns to regard Adrien with her penetrating gaze, her hands clasping behind her back. "I can only imagine how painful that would be day in and day out in a big city like LA. The more people there are, the more of... everything else there are," she says with a lift of her shoulders. "I wonder if there's anything special that could quell it for you, though would you want it quelled?" she muses aloud, her brow furrowing. "But anyhow, I'll remember that and not try to be overly weird around you. Moreso than usual."
Jan 24 00:53:27 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Body still held with a stiff stoicism, shoulders ridged and tense, the youth's gaze continues to transverse the area. "Dark park, not the safest place to be at night.", is explained in a rather hushed tone, brilliant eyes looking down to both study and acknowledge the willowy frame. A gentle breath is drawn through slightly-flaring nostrils, then exhaled slowly through barely parted lips, full and petal-pink in color. Once more looking to the taller figure, another slight shrug is offered, very much a teenage gesture. Once more, weight is shifted, this time back to the balls of the youth's platform boots, well-polished leather creaking quietly from the effort.
Jan 24 01:01:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I don't think there's much that can be done about it. Not that I haven't fucking tried. It's useful though. It's just a pain in the fucking ass, at the same time..", Adrien admits, grumbling again. He glances to the side once more, for no longer than a second, allowing his dark sights to peruse the woman there before his attention is dragged back to that window, "..Either something is watching me, and following me. Or something really fucking powerful is stalking around out there..".
Jan 24 01:10:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming both intrigued and disturbed by the notion, the youth's head shakes slightly in response, then tilts to the side. Elegant neck arching and craning somewhat towards the taller woman, the arm about the willowy figure's slender waist loosens its grip, unbending at the elbow and extending outwards. A pale hand is waved through the night air, urging her to continue. At the same time, the fingernail once more begins to lightly scratch at the already reddened skin over the collarbone. Keen eyes continue to watch the woman now, curiosity showing within them for a mere moment.
Jan 24 01:18:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You can get all of the fuckin' leads that you want. Just don't go the fuck near that god-damn club, lady..", Adrien states, more than a bit convicted on the matter of such a thing. Turning from the window, he casts a dark glance around the room, almost as if he were searching for something, before looking back to Ella, "..I think I need a nap. Just for a bit. To clear up the ole' fuckin' noggin a bit..".
Jan 24 01:21:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Daring to speak once more, the youth gently comments, "Some people keep them as pets I think. Maybe that one was lost, or let loose." At this, the willowy figure's head straightens, only to shake in an almost sad manner, though the expression still doesn't touch the angelic visage. "If you see one again, maybe you should call the cops or something. That way nobody will get hurt." Pausing for a moment in silent contemplation, the androgynous form continues, "I mean, it's still a wild animal." Seeming almost taken aback by the amount of words spoken, the youth's lips once more purse into a tight line.
Jan 24 01:29:08 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You can hang around and rape my books a bit more, if you want. I'll only be down for an hour or two. Just enough to be able to make some fuckin' sense out of things again..", Adrien admits, loosening his tie even as he speaks, and moving from the window.
Jan 24 01:29:22 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "I had considered seeing if I could take him home, honestly." The woman admitted with a rueful smile. "Coulda bred a good line offa him. Wolf an Rottie mixes sell for a pretty price in some circles, especially if they come trained as guard dogs." One hand was lifted then to flick her wrist in a dismissive gesture that was primarily directed at herself. "Way that one was acting though, I'd say his owner was close by. Unless he kept caches of presents behind a bush to impress random girls."
Jan 24 01:41:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Brows knitting together slightly for a moment, surprise ghosts over the youth's face, the appearance not really an expression so much as silent pondering. "What do you mean?" The words come out with obvious curiosity, eyes now blatantly staring at the woman with confusion alighting brilliant eyes. Blinking several times, the bout of expressiveness ghosts away as quickly as it appeared, only to be replaced by a facade of almost vapid detachment. Nail digging into pale flesh in an almost compulsive way, the willowy figure seems to be only a few hard swipes away from drawing blood.
Jan 24 01:41:39 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You're the Bruce Lee of the modern world. No fucking doubt..", Adrien murmurs, pulling his tie off and draping it over Ella as he walks past. He stops at the bookshelf, glancing over it for a moment, before plucking a book out that is bound in green leather and locked, even though the key is attached to the front with a bit of thread, "..This one is interesting.". He drops it onto the desk, tapping the cover, which is embossed in gold leaf, and states, 'The Nature of the Vampyre', "..My friend Fizzle gave it to me. Real weird one. Deep into the Occult..". That said, he crashes on the couch.
Jan 24 01:47:34 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: One hand was lifted, index finger extended in request for a moment's pause. The woman's other hand slipped inside her duster to produce a small pouch. "Gave me this." She answered. Deft fingers plucked open the item and slipped inside to withdraw a finely carved bear figurine made from amethyst. Her palm was extended slightly to display the item though the proximity to her body indicated a look but don't touch stance. "The chic with me got a bracelet from her goodie bag." Though she had been carefully ignoring the tick, the repeated scrapes from the youth's nail drew a questioning frown from the woman at this point.
Jan 24 01:51:19 :: (GC) Ella rposed: One of Ella's hands glides just over the cover without touching it, her mouth puckering in a soft "Ooooooo." Something about it gives the paparazzo pause, her curiosity warring with her sense of self-preservation, though not for the first time in her life. With a triumphant "Ee-Heee!" Ella scnatches up the key and cradles it in her palm. She passes it from palm to palm like a weird game of Hot Potato, though her eyes seem busy skipping around on the book itself. Massive amounts of enjoyment are indeed coming from this book, and she hasn't even opened it yet.
Jan 24 01:55:55 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The uneasiness that always follows being near this much gold exhibits itself in Ella's twitching fingers and tense shoulders, though of course that's not enough to make her stop being around all that glittering prettiness. She puts the key into its rightful hole, unlocking the mysterious literature, and opening it to begin pouring over whatever might be lurking inside.
Jan 24 01:57:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Brilliant gaze traversing from the intricate amethyst item to the long fingers upon the youth's own prominent collarbone, the hand falls still in its action, lithe arm falling limply to a slender, curved side. Throat clearing softly, attention is quickly returned to the present gifted upon the woman by the wolf. A puzzled sense settles upon the willowy being as lips part as though to speak, only to shut once more. A gentle breath is release in a sound much akin to a sigh, followed by, "That's the strangest thing I've seen in a long time." Nodding once to the woman in a polite manner, the youth's demeanor continues to hold a sense of questioning.
Jan 24 02:10:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "It looked more like a cougar to me. I think." The quizzical air about the youthful form remains as the silent pondering continues. Neck arching once more, cerulean eyes turn skyward, looking up at the few visible spots in the night sky. "It's getting late.", is announced in an almost mechanical tone now, head slowly righting itself once more. Gaze studying the woman once more, the youth giver her a polite nod. "It was nice to finally meet you Jang." The words genuine enough, there's a somewhat canned feel to the farewell, more mechanical than personal in its tone. A few small steps shift the willowy figure's position, the youth now facing the path from where the meeting started. Head turning to peer over a broad, thin shoulder, the woman is watched in silence.
Jan 24 02:14:04 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Did it?" The woman queried. Wincing slightly, she massaged her temple and offered a shrug. The pain began to diminish and her posture eased in response. "Well, maybe." She admitted before glancing down to check her phone for the time. Tinted eyes would widen slightly as she noted how much time had passed. "Oops, you're right Devon. I'm gonna be late." Despite the other's odd mannerisms, the smile given him was genuine and fairly warm. "You take care of yourself, doll. I'll see ya 'round!" One hand was lifted to wave in farewell as the woman headed off down the path towards the parking area.
Jan 24 13:34:17 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I sure am" He said matter o factly, his french accent pulling at a few of his words, he would finally open his eyes allowing them to gaze out onto the girl, "If I opened my eyes to that sight for the next long time I wouldn't complain abit" that said he would lift a hand to cover his mouth as he forced a yawn.
Jan 24 13:37:24 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Flirt," She accused with a smirk. "I'll sit still one day and you can paint my portrait...paint a few, you can use it as wallpaper." One hand was raised to indicate the walls as she spoke, her tone making the statement at least half joking.
Jan 24 13:56:33 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Semantics!" She'd reply with a dismissive wave of her hand and a grin. "Yeah, spirits...for better or worse, yanno? The louder ones pester me..but it hasn't happened in awhile." One corner of her lip twitched slightly before she gave a small shrug and leaned in against his hand. "It can be a real pain in the ass."
Jan 24 14:13:26 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Sounds kinda fun, can we go that route anyway?" He said teasingly, allowing a hand to softly caress her chest before nuzzling her neck gently, "I like it rough" 
Jan 24 14:15:08 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "...I think I'll START with the running you over bit. Once I get my bike reinforced." Despite her flat tone, she clearly wasn't the least bit unhappy with him. One hand came up to slide her fingers through his hair as she spoke.
Jan 24 20:48:07 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Standing away from the hustle and bustle of the glamorous street is a handsome man dressed in a waiter's uniform. He leans against a brick wall, eyes narrowed as a few tendrils of smoke rise in front of his face, sliding from the tip of a cigarette lit between his lips. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his black slacks, arms tucked neatly at his sides, his stance casual. As he inhales, the tip of the cigarette glows, casting a faint orange light over his handsome face. His face is freshly shaven, the whites of his eyes reddened from sleep deprivation, dark bags sitting underneath each eye. He wears a fatigued expression, lazily examining the cracks in the sidewalk as Los Angeles passes before him.
Jan 24 20:54:49 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Walking in the shadow of the buildings that rise up on both sides of the street, just past the crush of people bustling about, is a willowy form. Cerulean gaze scanning the crowd with visible concentration and effort, one lithe arm hangs down easily at one slender side, long fingers arching and flexing through the air. The other is wrapped about a trim waist, the thin, black material of a shirt bunched and clutched in a wide palm. Each stride taken is cautious in its motion, heavy boots landing with surprising swiftness, though still making a dull thudding sound. Narrow hips swaying slightly with each movement, the youthful and angelic figure has a certain allure, though the stoic coldness created an almost untouchable sensation.
Jan 24 20:58:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Even through the plethora of sounds rushing through Santa Monica, Elijah's head turns quite slowly to gaze upon the willowy form, after the thud of platform boots reaches his ears. He remains in his position for a few moments, before stepping away from the wall and turning towards the direction of the youth, hands still stuffed into his pockets. The crowd rushes around him as he alone stands still on the sidewalk, bloodshot eyes watching the angelic teen approach, a halfhearted grin spreading over his lips.
Jan 24 21:04:18 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head tilting to the side as recognition alights within the youth's cold gaze, a slight nod is offered to the familiar face, a sense of affection ghosting over finely-drawn features. Elegant neck arching to right itself once more, and to see over the crowd, the youth's free arm rises up from its place at his side, reaching outwards as fingers wave over to the waiter in a beckoning motion. At the same time, a few quick steps adjust the willowy form's direction, pointing him directly towards the other man. No more steps are taken after this, eyes locking onto the man in an almost commanding manner, requesting with his eyes that the other figure should come closer and join him.
Jan 24 21:09:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter steps forward, hands remaining in his pockets as he sifts through the crowd, turning his body this way and that to avoid collisions, bumping shoulders with more careless pedestrians. When he finally reaches Devon he stands for a moment, looking into the youth's eyes with his own dark blue's, before pulling his hands out and reaching forward. "Hey." He begins, rather feebly, as his arms loop around Devon's waist. "I missed you. I can't stop thinking about you." He draws in a shaky breath, pressing against the willowy figure, arms tightening as Elijah cherishes the feel of the other man's body. He adjusts his stance as though trying to fit Devon's form, willing his own structure to conform to the angelic youth's shape. "More than usual. I could hardly work."
Jan 24 21:20:55 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Own arm unwrapping from his waist, Devon raises it slightly, elbow bending in the process. Arm now resting about Elijah's shoulder, a hand is pressed against the man's neck as fingers gently weave through and caress short black hair with an affectionate touch. "I'm here now.", is stated in a calming tone, "Don't let this ruin your life though, not yet." There's no rebuke within the words, as they're spoken gently and hold a sense of caring. Somewhat curvaceous form pressing against the warmer body of his companion, eyes study the other man in a calm and passive manner. Idly, the other arm is moved to drape about the waiter's back, though the motion brings an upturned palm into the youth's line of vision. A mild shudder flowing through the willowy frame, the vague hints of joy seem to vanish, replaced in an instant by a detached and calculating coldness.
Jan 24 21:26:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As Devon returns the hug, Elijah lets out a deep sigh, like a man who has finally taken a breath after nearly drowning. His arms loosen slightly as the affection is returned, and his head moves forward, warm lips pressing gently against the skin of Devon's neck. The slight shudder is felt through the man's lips, and he leans back as Devon's demeanor changes. "How are you?" He asks, a vague curiosity left in his question, although by the look in his eyes it's clear he means at this moment. One hand moves outward, throwing his cigarette into the street with a lazy movement of his arm. When this is done, the hand returns, fingers pressed lovingly against the back of Devon's neck.
Jan 24 21:45:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Fine.", is offered in a rather deadpan way, somewhat contrary to the answer given. The simple word hangs darkly in the air for a few moments, Devon's angelic countenance somehow matching the mood despite remaining free of any truly visible emotion. Throat clearing softly, the youth's eyes dart about the area in a cautious manner verging on neurotic, already stiff posture tensing even more. Seeming ready to walk away, with or without his companion, an air of questioning seems to stop him, one brow arching ever-so-slightly in obvious inner contemplation. "The other night...you never asked me about some of the things I've told you about my past. Why is that, Lovely?"
Jan 24 21:59:54 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slightly without leaning into the touch, Devon's slender chest heaves slightly as a puff of cool breath is exhaled over his full lips in sound rather akin to a sigh. "There's a lot I need to tell you Elijah. There's so much you need to know. Myself and my past are perhaps the least important things, but I suppose that's where you'd like to begin." Eyes closing slightly, lids shadowing his pale gaze somewhat, the almost questioning tone of his words serve as the unasked question of preference. "Formal lessons can wait I suppose, I have time enough." Gaze once more scanning the area in a nervous manner, he quietly adds, "Perhaps not here though." Pondering for a moment, he adds, "I suppose that, at this point, I should learn to share."
Jan 24 22:16:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter nods slightly, the shift in his own head rubbing the warm skin of his forehead against Devon's. "Share what?" He asks, closing his eyes for a moment as he draws in another soothing breath, his hands moving upwards to slide along the youth's back, rubbing up and down once or twice against the other man's spine. "We can go back to my place, though I doubt you want to be there. Nor do I."
Jan 24 22:24:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Already shifting his willowy form so that it's poised to move, the youth stares down the street with a piercing gaze. "Some of my story.", is explained simply, voice sounding a little distracted as the words are spoken. As one long stride is taken, he explains, "I've always had a haven here. I just don't allow others into it. That's a position that you yourself should, and will, probably share in the coming nights." Glancing over a broad, thin shoulder, a slightly softer tone slips into his current cold, almost volatile disposition. "Things have changed Elijah. For both you and I." Turning back around, nothing more is explained by the youth as the walk commences.
Jan 24 22:33:30 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter shifts his body as well, keeping one hand looped around the waist of the willowy youth, as he's clearly not ready to break the physical contact. His other arm dangles at his side, and he casts a glance at Devon as they begin walking down the street. "I know." This is the only reply he's able to muster, his voice faint, though there's a hint of joy, and excitement in his words.
Jan 24 23:41:47 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Wandering in what seems to be a fairly random manner, a willowy form can be seen slipping easily through the door with long, slow strides. One lithe arm is wrapped loosely about a trim waist while the other rests at a slender side. Bent at the elbow, a wide palm is held open before the youthful figure, cerulean eyes studying it with intense concentration. Elegant neck arching upwards and tilting to the side, a sense of confusion ghosts over the youth's angelic visage as the room is surveyed. However, the expression soon fades into nothingness once more, a blank-yet-piercing stare is offered to all of the patrons, head still leaning somewhat askew.
Jan 24 23:52:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Blinking a few time, the youth looks at the biker in a rather analytical manner, gaze obviously studying the larger figure with a knowing eye. Head righting its position once more, the youth's lithe arm drops casually down to a vaguely curvaceous side. "I was able to enter Club Crank, wasn't I?", is stated in a soft, even tone. There's a somewhat mechanical manner to the way the willowy form speaks, almost as though there was a lack of socialization at some point. Still, a tawny brow is arched for a mere moment, nodding slightly in a rather polite manner.
Jan 25 00:06:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Simply watching the head biker with a passive gaze, the youthful form shifts weight from the heels of platform boots to the balls. At the same time, the arm about the youth's trim waist releases its hold, falling beside the willowy figure as the long fingers of both hands arch and flex through the air. The already stoic posture of the figure tenses even more, body going ridged. Eyes flicking around the room with the same analytical gaze as before, each form in the bar is studied with care. Full lips part for a moment as a gentle breath is released through flared nostrils before, "What are the rules then?", is asked gently.
Jan 25 00:24:21 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Standing motionless for several moments, eyes glued on the biker, the youth finally sates in the same mild manner, "I know how to be silent." Head nodding once, a few wispy golden curls fall over the finely-drawn features, obscuring them in shadowed ringlets for a moment. Petal-pink lips pressing together in a straight line, a soft puff of air is released, blowing away the errant strands. Head tilting slightly, the innocent face continues to look up at the larger form, brilliant eyes glinting darkly. The caution never leaves the pale depths of the youth's gaze, though.
Jan 25 00:41:08 :: (GC) Jack rposed: A hard-hitting THUMP can be heard from outside of Joe's Pool Hall, against the east wall. If someone were, perhaps, skeptical about hearing this, then the sight of the wall buckling in would help to confirm their suspicion. It doesn't collapse though, but a barrage of cracks do spider out in a pattern upon the plaster, causing chunks to fall, and exposing the cinder block wall that lies beneath.
Jan 25 00:46:06 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes now studying the chair with an almost doubtful look, the youth continues to look at the item with rapt fascination for several long moments, seeming ready to either walk out or declare war on the item. Finally, the youth's lips start to move soundlessly, chanting some form of silent mantra and the willowy figure moves to sit down. However, the action is stopped immediately upon the occurrence of the loud bang. A few quick steps change the androgynous form's position, now facing the source of the damage. "Goddamn it.", is muttered, head shaking in obvious frustration.
Jan 25 00:54:37 :: (GC) Jack rposed: Another pounding THUMP is heard against the wall, but this time the barrier crumbles down, leaving a large hole, a big mess, and a whole lot of concrete dust in the air. Smiling Jack, obviously the one who was used to bludegeon the wall open, is thrown through the hole and onto the floor of Joe's Pool Hall. A very large, muscular black man steps in, dressed like a biker who's not really a biker at all. An unlit cigar clenched between his teeth, Jack gets up, taunting him with a finger-beckon, and then turning his attention upon using a lighter to set his cigar ablaze. He doesn't even stop the man, when he is tackled and both of them are tossed to the ground all over again. Amidst the man-pile, words are heard, "..Ye fuckin' fruit. Jack knows ye got better'n that!".
Jan 25 01:01:42 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Simply staring at the scene with a rather blase attitude, an almost bored sense begins to flow around the androgynous form, eyelid partially shadowing the youth's gaze. Once more, an eyebrow arches slightly, though more in silent questioning than actual surprise. The two newcomers are studied in an analytical and rather mechanical sense, though the willowy form still seems rather unimpressed. Lithe arms still continue to hang by slender sides though, fingers flexing slightly.
Jan 25 01:22:41 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Now clearly muttering to him, or her, self, the youth's head continues to shake slightly, though nothing more is mentioned about the whole ordeal. Though, this could be due to the fact that brilliant eyes are beginning to glaze over slightly, their focus obviously slipping. Hands, once seeming poised to fight, now fall slack for a few moments as lithe arms slowly rise from slender sides, bending carefully so that they can slip around a lean torso. The long fingers of one hand begin to gather up the thing black fabric of the youth's over shirt, while the others drag repeatedly over the pale skin of a pronounced collarbone, a short nail beginning to dig lightly into the flesh.
Jan 25 01:45:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: With a look that rivals a very small deer looking into the headlights of an 18-wheeler dawning within the youthful figure's pale gaze, the words, "I...need to make a call, first.", are all-but coughed out, nail digging harder into the already visible red line marring porcelain skin. Blinking a few times, the arm about the slender chest eases its grasp, hand snaking down into a cargo pocket at the side of loose denim jeans. The small item is flipped open, a single button pushed with a thumb, then brought to the youth's ear. After a few moments, a rather un-hushed voice can be clearly heard attempting to whisper, "Elijah, please pick up." However, after a moment, the line obviously goes dead. The phone is yanked away as though it did physical harm, eyes studying it in a critical manner. "The damn restaurant hung up on me...", is breathed out in an unbelieving tone.
Jan 25 01:51:20 :: (GC) Jack rposed: "..Fuck that, Carlson! Don't ye puss out on me. We don't need no fuckin' kids to be judgin'. Ye want a fuckin' judge, we'll let the fuckin' aristofucks judge. First one ta drive 'em insane with bullshit'll be the fuckin' winner..", Smiling Jack remarks, dropping the cigar to the ground and stomping it out with his large, leather boot, "..Ye got a fuckin' problem with that?".
Jan 25 02:04:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still staring at the phone in a mildly insulted manner, the youth carefully snaps the item shut, then bends down slightly as a knee is bent upwards, the small item being slipped back into a pocket once more. After fingers pinch a snap shut with a soft click, the leg drops back down, platform boot thudding gently in the process. Gaze slowly shifting to the door, a slight motion is made to head for it, though the youth gets no farther than that as eyes squeeze shut in a violent manner, both arms moving at once so that pale hands can clutch and rub at temples. Eyes slowly opening once more, they hold a new glint; dark and confident. "So you buys want to take down big brother then?", is purred out in a silky manner, voice audibly different than only moments before. "I'm assuming you plan to use brute force then..." Arms drop back down in a smooth, fluid motion, hands resting upon denim-clad thighs and fingers tapping gently.
Jan 25 02:10:58 :: (GC) Jack rposed: "..Fuckin fuck the Aristofucks first. Rest 'o the America'n follow later, Carlson. Fuckin' baby steps, boy..", Smiling Jack points out. Turning around, he grabs up an opened beer from the table, "..I'll be seein' ye Carlson. Stay inta trouble..", that statement made before he heads out of the hole in the wall.
Jan 25 02:22:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Thin shoulder shrugging in a rather nonchalant manner, the youth replies, "Honestly, I can't think of a single example.", in an innocent manner. However, the next words hold a darker and more foreboding tone, though still polite. "Some day, someone might see your face though, making you a hunted man. While a martyr is always good for the cause, I'm sure you'd personally prefer to stay alive." Head tilting curiously to the side, the willowy for continues in the same mannerly tone. "I can offer you both at once. You see, I specialize in...body modification. I can give your face to a useless peon, or even an enemy, while offering you a new appearance at the same time."
Jan 25 02:35:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: One hand rises up from its place upon the youth's thigh, elbow bending as an index finger is extended and hand waved in a, 'tsk tsk', manner. "And a face you shall have. But, political rallies tend to be the best place for an assignation. What if, you had a double to give your speech for you, while your sharp mind remained safely tucked away?" Pausing to take a leisurely step forward, the willowy form continues, "And, please, don't give me the usual song and dance routine, calling out that only cowards hide." Head straightening once more, the figure goes on to explain, "Nothing can be more unnerving to an enemy than a leader who appears to be invincible. Further more, do you realize the sheer show of power given when you can be two or more places at once? Their troops will be stretched thin trying to find you." Through this all, the youth's face never twitches with an ounce of expression, all of the passion within the silky, silvery voice showing within the fiery depths of a piercing gaze.
Jan 25 14:46:55 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Endymion pins a twenty-spot to Alexandra's collar, along with a note from Mom, before kicking her onto the grid.
Jan 25 14:50:19 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: ..Now she just has to wait for the evening, when the pbase arrives.
Jan 25 16:18:34 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Devon is swallowed by the Man-Bear-Pig.
Jan 25 16:20:23 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Who needs friends when you invented the Internet?
Jan 25 16:21:11 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Devon is regurgitated. it
Jan 25 16:52:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Swimming through the sea of clubbers and media henchmen is a thin man, not tall by any standards, though not necessarily short. He wears a pair of black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a black jacket. A blue tie is slung around his neck, hanging limply down his chest like a dead snake. His hands are slipped into the pockets of his slacks, and each light he passes under illuminates his small figure, casting a brilliant shadow on the sidewalk. A small, white, rectangular name tag is visible, clipped to the front pocket of his shirt, and on it the name -@rElijah@w- is clearly printed. The handsome waiter's expression is stoic, thoughtful even, a cigarette casting flickering shadows and orange illumination over his face.
Jan 25 17:26:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Already shifting his willowy form so that it's poised to move, the youth stares down the street with a piercing gaze. "Some of my story.", is explained simply, voice sounding a little distracted as the words are spoken. As one long stride is taken, he explains, "I've always had a haven here. I just don't allow others into it. That's a position that you yourself should, and will, probably share in the coming nights." Glancing over a broad, thin shoulder, a slightly softer tone slips into his current cold, almost volatile disposition. "Things have changed Elijah. For both you and I." Turning back around, nothing more is explained by the youth as the walk commences.
Jan 25 17:26:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The waiter shifts his body as well, keeping one hand looped around the waist of the willowy youth, as he's clearly not ready to break the physical contact. His other arm dangles at his side, and he casts a glance at Devon as they begin walking down the street. "I know." This is the only reply he's able to muster, his voice faint, though there's a hint of joy, and excitement in his words.
Jan 25 17:38:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Swift steps leading the pair down the street and away from the oppressing crush of the crowd, Devon's gaze holds a distant look to it, as though the youthful figure had fallen into a deep trance or daze. Pausing in his strides for a moment, one arm is lifted slightly from beside him, bending at the elbow so that a pale hand can clutch lightly at the arm about his waist. Seeming prepared to continue the walk, his eyes cautiously scan the street with a deep sense of suspicion, though the emotion is only shown through a tensing of his slender and already stoic frame. The hand upon his companion's arm tightens its grip a bit, as the long fingers of the other hand curl against a wide palm, forming a fist so tight that already pale knuckles turn almost pure white.
Jan 25 17:41:22 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Tonight's ensemble was quite relaxed. The woman wore black jeans that had seen better days, the knee of the left slightly torn and not in a chic way. A red leather halter hugged her chest and her black duster crowned the outfit. A lit cigarette rested between her lips and one hand was tucked into a pocket while the other jabbed at a cellphone in apparent annoyance at whatever message she was replying to. Red-tinted, rectangular glasses shielded the woman's eyes and her hair was mostly left loose cept for roughly thirteen tiny braids. A single glance was spared to the skyline, wary of the weather, but that aside..the tall female didn't seem to be paying too much attention to her surroundings.
Jan 25 17:47:07 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter continues to walk alongside the youthful figure, arm wrapped tightly about the other man's waist. He slides his free hand into his pant's pocket, keeping pace with Devon. "So we're going to where you live?" Elijah asks, without taking his eyes off the destination before them. He listens closely, his expression relaxed and peaceful, satisfied, even.
Jan 25 17:52:35 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The cloudy skies did little on this Los Angeles night to dampen the spirits of the lively city-folk. Crowds of them still swarmed the streets, the light breeze keeping them on their way as the mill about fulfilling whatever nocturnal activities that they wished. One such individual was a average height individual, with a mop of raven-black hair, all mussed, bangs covering his eyes. If one could see through the bangs however, his eyes would be revealed, shimmering every color of the rainbow. He made no effort to hide this, but, curiously enough, people barely seemed to notice him as he walks through them, seeming almost invisible unless they were right next to him. He looks this way and that, and then notices the rather...flamboyant attire of the woman. "Damn...somebody call the fucking fashion police." He chuckles a bit and begins walking in her direction, pace casual, speed practiced.
Jan 25 17:56:46 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Much like the rest of the churning masses, the platinum-haired woman didn't notice the man. She did, however, stop to spit out a particularly choice obscenity as a reply beeped on her phone. Unmindful of the people moving around her and complaining about the sudden stop in sidewalk traffic. A rough jostle from a particularly disgruntled pedestrian rewarded the passerby with an elbow in the gut and a flick of ash in the face before she slowly began walking once more.
Jan 25 18:04:28 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Blinking a few times, seemingly trying to will his body to relax, Devon only manages a nod of his head, a few stray ringlets falling across his eye. Steps slow for a moment, slowly building up speed once more. Glancing at his companion from out of the corner of his eye, the youth's pursed lips part somewhat as he quietly explains, "I'm not use to bringing others into my home. It's a slight flaw of mine." Pausing for a moment, he continues, "It runs in the family.", as an added piece of information. Once more, his gaze shifts to look forward, fingers gently tapping against the other man's arm.
Jan 25 18:13:27 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The shimmering eyed individual walked slowly still, though he matched pace with the woman. With a casual enough seeming manner, he strides throug the crowds, occasionally deftly sidestepping more robust individuals. He tilts his head as he walks, and then, he begins lightly humming a bit of music to himself as his legs carry him. After a moment, the traffic light turns green well before it was supposed to, and several cars speed across the intersection. One very nearly gets hit, and the others screech to a halt, clogging the intersection with traffic.
Jan 25 18:24:51 :: (GC) Siol forced Keriol to save
Jan 25 18:37:46 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The near collisions snagged the woman's attention and she once more stopped abruptly, staring at the jumble of traffic. "Huh..." Was muttered in light curiosity as to what had caused the glitch. "Weird..."  A shake of her head was given before those tinted eyes scanned the crowd around her with an almost suspicious cast.
Jan 25 18:42:10 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter looks onward, his head entirely still as his body shifts with each movement of the legs. "I understand." He says, his expression grave, as though he's preparing himself for some life-altering event. "Is it far away? I don't really mind if it is, I like to walk. Cabs are fucking annoying. The smell and the confinement, ugh. Always feels like I'm in a cage." He sighs after this long string of speech is let out, an excited stammer in his voice.
Jan 25 18:45:35 :: (GC) Carl rposed: There is a rolling thunder comming from the North, after a few moments it is clearly a band of motorbikers. The Bikers are three in total and wear jeans with a vest reading LUNATICS, the Leader is ridding up front as is waving his hands in the hair. "Whoooooooo Wheeeeeee.." he is seen puffing on a ciggar as he looks around. "Ohh my God...." he shouts out at the top of his lungs.." I mean Ogg My self!!"
Jan 25 18:46:22 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: A small smirk tugged at the corners of Keriol's mouth as the man walked up behind the woman still, and he reached her. He stepped up next to her and looked at the intersection. "What the hell happened?" He sounded slightly bewildered, and stood up on his tiptoes to see over the heads of people. "Man, I'm gonna be fucking late."
Jan 25 18:53:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: At the sound of roaring motors, the youthful form pauses once more, head tilting to the side curiously, though the slight show of emotion fades as the motorcycle gang comes into view. There's a sense of familiarity within pale eyes, along with a certain wariness. There's no actual fear from the willowy form though. He glances at his companion once more, this time in a rather protective manner. Quietly, he says to the other man, "If trouble happens, run.", voice even, though holding a hint of commanding.
Jan 25 18:54:27 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Yeah, no clue...that's gonna screw things straight up for any cars." The woman replied in the half-smug tone of a person who did not drive to the location. That said, her head tilted down to regard the speaker and one brow arched slowly. A slight shift of her facial features dropped the tinted lenses down just enough for her similarly hued eyes to be seen as she studied the man with a slight frown. "That color seems to be all the rage lately." She commented on his eyes.
Jan 25 18:59:18 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The head of the man turns to the side and looks up at her for a moment. "My eyes?" He tilts his head and then shakes it a moment. "Eh. I forgot tonight." Suddenly, his eyes stop shifting hues and turn a dark blue-grey color. "That better?" He rolls his shoulder a moment, well aware of what effect this was likely going to have on her, but he likely didn't care. "I hope this shit gets cleared up. I got places to be, and shit to do." He checks his wrist, and taps at the Rolex annoyedly.
Jan 25 19:02:35 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Yeah, much. Now I don't feel like I'm watchin a live-action anime." Came the initial drawl. One hand drew up to allow her middle finger to press against the nose piece of her glasses and settle them back on place on the bridge of her nose. "So tell me... Where can I get eyes like that?" A light smirk curved her lips at the partial quote.
Jan 25 19:09:42 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter breaks out of his trance, glancing to his side first to observe Devon. He nods, a grim expression touching his lips as his dark blue eyes swivel, falling upon the approaching, rambunctious biker gang. "Oh, that guy." Elijah says in a dull tone, as if disappointed in the reality of the 'threatening' situation. "He buys me beers, sometimes. Nice guy, really." He nods upwards, to the head biker, his arm tightening around Devon's waist.
Jan 25 19:12:53 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man smirks a moment and he tilts his head to the side. "Shimmering ones? Well, you could get contacts permanently grafted onto your eyes with some reflective and prismatic coating." He pulls a small piece of polished steel out of his pocket, likely a piece of a mirror. He then speaks once more. "Or, you could ask me really nicely." He holds up the mirror so that she could see in it, and her eyes would be shimmering all colors of the rainbow like his were but a moment earlier.
Jan 25 19:25:16 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man shrugged a little bit and he slipped the mirror into his pocket. "Some things aren't meant to be explained Catalina." How he knew her name would be a complete mystery, but he talked with absolute confidance and his tone was somewhat flat. "If all things were meant to be explained, humanity would never escape studying what it didn't understand." His blued steel eyes looked up at her curiously, wondering what he reaction would be.
Jan 25 19:26:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Blinking in a vague sense of confusion, the youth quiet mutters the bikers words for a moment, 'plastic surgery' being whispered severl times. Suddenly, realization dawns within his eyes, head nodding just slightly a few times. "Morgan.", is finally stated. "She must have talked to him before she left." Neck arching slightly to peer at his companion, the youth continues to explain at a slightly higher volume, "I've only seen him once before. Him and another man named Jack." Now, turning towards the biker, the willowy form asks, "What exactly did my sister say to you?"
Jan 25 19:29:22 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Jang." She corrected him with a light frown. The lenses were replaced and her spent cigarette was plucked from her lips to be flicked off towards the cars in the street. "An do I get a name from you or shall I refer to you as 'That creepy stalker dude'?" Her eyelids fluttered behind the glasses as though something had irritated her eyes. The woman looked away from him then and returned her hand to her pocket. Slightly ridig in posture now, her lips were pressed firmly together in an expression of displeasure and the woman was silent for a moment before looking back at the man and speaking again. "The hell are you?" The words were soft but the tone was heated in the manner of someone quite agitated.
Jan 25 19:30:58 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter stops walking as well, standing against Devon with an eyebrow raised, a half-grin on his lips. "You bet." He replies, nodding to the biker. One glance is given towards his companion, before his eyes return to Carl. He listens closely to the conversation, looking around the street a few times.
Jan 25 19:31:12 :: (GC) Carl rposed: sounds of police can be heard, carl swears violently as he shakes his head, he runs onto the bike and jums on and starts ti, he waves to his men to follow. "Follow your fuckin lord and master of the fucken Universe!!!!" he does a loop around so he can wave towards the waiter and his companion... " Cya later big fucken chiefs
Jan 25 19:36:31 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The smaller man chuckles a moment and he snapped his fingers a moment, her eyes returning to normal. "Your name is Catalina, whether you call yourself Jang or not. Can't hide what's in your head." He adjusts his coat a bit absently, and his eyes return to their shimmering color. "You can call me Blind, since the title works so well. As for what I am, well, that remains to be seen. You should ask your spirit friends, hm?" With a smirk, he turned and began to walk away, form beginning to vanish into the crowd, though there was still time to catch him.
Jan 25 19:39:59 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "That didn't answer my question." The almost comically deadpan expression that Devon occasionally wears appears upon his features, his tone verging on dejected. Softly, he clears his throat, nodding towards the apartment building that's now within view. "That would be home. For now, at least." An inkling of a sigh is let out, the youth's head shaking sadly. "You should have seen where I was raised..." Voice trailing off, the youth says nothing more on the matter though, letting the statement hang in the air. Pace slowly picking back up once more, platform boots thud softly against the ground with each begrudging step taken.
Jan 25 19:40:47 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The frown deepened as she listened to his words and when he turned to leave, the woman stepped forward and reached out to grab the man's arm. "Oi! Wait up!" She called out as she ducked into the crowd after him. Not what one might call gentle or subtle, the woman would freely jab at the people in her way with her elbows though she did refrain from offer any further violence to the pedestrians. "You know too damn much to bait me and walk off like that!"
Jan 25 19:54:58 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man slows his pace and he stops in the middle of the crowd, and they walk around him like he wasn't even there. He slowly turns his head to look at her and his eyes are slightly widened. "What do you want? Can't you find your answers on your own, like you want to do?"
Jan 25 19:59:20 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Snaking his arm beneath the bottom hem of his shirt, Devon reaches into a strangely-located and somewhat mysterious pocket. Retrieving a key, he precedes to unlock several deadbolts holding the door closed, then opens the door to reveal a clean, brightly-lit room, complete with a tv, couch, kitchenette, and books. Lots of books. Shelving lines the walls, making their color hard to tell, surrounding the entire area with various volumes and tomes. Two doors lead to an apparent bathroom, and a closed door, probably the bedroom. "Make yourself...somewhat...at home.", is seemingly forced out, holding a somewhat uncomfortable edge. Ushering his guest into the room before walking in himself, the door is swiftly and relocked by the willowy form.
Jan 25 19:59:36 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "I thought that's what I was doing." The woman retorted with a light smirk as she stepped up to stand face to face with him once more. "Sometimes ya need to search and dig through tomes. Sometimes spend years at it. Sometimes...all ya gotta do is not let an opportunity walk passively away." A shrug was offered and she leaned in to look him over closely after she had spoken. "I'm sure a disappearing act is part of your bag of tricks...so do it if ya wanna run off so badly."
Jan 25 20:06:29 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter steps in cautiously, afraid to upset the balance of the book-clotted room. He pulls off his jacket, slowly slipping one arm out, followed by the other. He diligently folds the jacket of his arm, his posture straight, his other hand dangling at his side. "It's really nice, Devon." Both eyebrows rise on his forehead, respect for the collection of books obvious in his features. "Do you mind if I use your restroom?" He asks, every ounce of self-control and etiquette poured into his words and actions.
Jan 25 20:16:00 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming to get a sense of relief from simply being in the room, Devon looks over to his companion and nods, one arm raising slightly to gesture to one plain wooden door. "It's the open door.", is explained simply. A brief pause follows, before, "Anything red is...ketchup.", is added in a polite manner. Eyes roaming the neatly stacked shelves, the youth beings whispering something to the books themselves in a foreign language. The words come out strangely soothing, like what one might use talking to a child.
Jan 25 20:21:18 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "...So you are a living thing..." The woman murmured in awe as she stared at the sights he granted. "I'll admit..that I had wondered for a moment..." Her normally brash tone had softened to a halting speech filled with the telltale tremble of unexpected happenings. A hand was pressed to her temple then and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "...Get rid of it. Please." The entreaty added on almost as an after thought.
Jan 25 20:24:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man nods, now free of his jacket, his thin torso wrapped in its white dress shirt visible, the tie still hanging down his neck. He sets the jacket down on the arm of the couch on his way towards the open door, before slipping into the bathroom and closing the wooden door behind him. Less than a minute passes before the toilet is flushed, the sink is turned on, and Elijah reappears, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to the elbow, skin pink from soap and warm water. He rubs his hands together, pacing aimlessly into the living room, his blue eyes darting around and examining things; he resembles a nervous creature in an alien place. Elijah turns towards Devon, taking a few steps closer to the other man. "I've never seen so many books in one place, except for at the library. What are they? Philosophies? History? Literature?" An eyebrow is perked as the last word is stated, interest burning behind his dull blue's.
Jan 25 20:27:20 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: "As you wish Catalina." His hand was removed from her shoulder, and the ebb and flow of Quintessence would disappear completely, returning her vision to that of the normal world. He spoke again, this time in a calming, yet matter-of-fact manner. "You have been touched my friend. You cannot rid yourself of that if you try. However, this gift is more of a blessing than you may realize." He takes a step back from her, returning to a respectable distance. "The spirits say that you have been through much, and yet you perservere. You are strong, and that is a rare commodity these days."
Jan 25 20:31:23 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: It wasn't until he was through speaking that the woman straightened and opened her eyes. Her fingers continued to massage at her temple, however, as though she had a terrible headache - memories trying to reconcile themselves each time something unnatural was shown to her. Though it was shuddery, she took a long breath before slowly exhaling and looking over to the man. "A blessing? Rarely...a curse? Constantly." Though an effort of will, her composure was restored and her shoulders once more set..though the show of confidence didn't quite ease the conflict from her expression. "It is what it is, whoever you really are... But, uh...hey! Thanks for the compliments, I guess." A ghost of a smile was offered to the man then.
Jan 25 20:33:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "When I was younger, I was told that it's the history of what didn't happen. This is the information on everything that you were told doesn't exist." Arms rising up from his sides as he stands in the middle of the room, hands gesture to the surrounding shelves with obvious pride. "This is my family's job, and legacy." Arms falling to his sides once more, the youth turns to the other man, expressionless face holding a solemn expression on it. "My last name is Obertus. It's acknowledged in various lights, but in all there's respect. We keep the lore for the Cainites of the world. We hold their stories and write their secrets."
Jan 25 20:41:42 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: "You are welcome." He smirks a bit as she talks about it as a curse. "The only reason you think it is a curse, is because you do not understand it, or it's potential use." His eyes slowly open and look at her with a slightly critical glare. "You ignore that which you do not want to hear, but in doing so, you give up much of what you could learn." The field of silence around them collapses, and the crowd passes around him like he still isn't there. "If you want to learn, follow me." With that, he turns and walks off into the crowd, the gap behind him available if she wishes to fill it.
Jan 25 20:43:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter watches Devon closely, turning his head to gaze at the numerous tomes. His expression remains rather detached, although it's obvious he's impressed, and intimidated, by the ancient writings around him. "That's.... Fucking awesome." He replies, his upper lip rising into a delighted smirk, hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks. "This is amazing, Devon." He shakes his head, a few chuckles of disbelief shaking his thin body. "So what /is/ your guys' history? Were you like, a science experiment? Or are you the spawn of Satan?" A smile spreads his lips, eyes glinting with humor. "I mean, this is really mind-blowing. Does your existence change everything? Is there a God? Is science right about anything?" He shakes his head, pink tongue snaking out to moisten his lips after the many questions are asked. "Absolutely amazing..." He ends in a low voice, body turning so he can stare at the collection of history around him.
Jan 25 20:45:46 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: A glare at his departing back was the woman's first reaction. A heavy sigh issued through clenched teeth and she shook her head but followed after him through the crowd. "...Pardon me for not wanting to hear voices at all hours..." she muttered almost sulkily.
Jan 25 20:59:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "We were born in death. Caine murdered Able, and so was cast away from god's favor. And so he walked the Earth alone, offered by god to be forgiven if only he would repent. When he did not, he was cursed even more. In his loneliness, he found a way to make others of his kind. In turn, they too made progeny, born into darkness before the time of Noah's deluge. From them, their came the eleven great clans which now fight for control of the dark." The words are recited smoothly, obviously practiced and remembered over the years. Yet, there's power in this story, and perhaps a deep understanding. "Or, so the story goes." One brow arches slightly, as the youth's gaze continues to watch the other man's face.. "Or, perhaps, we are a simple matter of evolution. Those who have evolved beyond the bounds of the moral coil and now own these nights by right of blood."
Jan 25 21:03:36 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah stops his pacing, turning to face the youth suddenly with a blank expression. He steps forward, hands sliding from his pockets, before they are placed on either side of Devon's waist. "What do you believe?" He asks, staring directly into the other man's eyes, the familiar lovestruck look returning.
Jan 25 21:05:31 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man pulls something from his pocket and he closes his eyes, reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder. "Hang on tight, this is going to probably suck really, really bad." He rubs the coin and then, there was a sudden and sickening lurch, almost as if the giant crane claw of life grabbed them and threw them through a hole in reality. With a stop like hitting a brick wall, the pair appears within a rickety old house, weirdly silent, and totally abandoned, though it would feel like /something/ was there. As Keriol landed on the ground, his nose suddenly erupted in a rush of blood, before turning into a small trickle. "FUCK...shouldn't have burned that much juice..."
Jan 25 21:09:25 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: As they appeared, the woman would drop prone. Her back arched sharply as a sensation struck her that wasn't quite pain, wasn't quite disorientation, wasn't and yet was..everything. Something new and not at all welcome. Just as quickly, Catalina curled into a tight ball on the ground, lips parted and trembling as though she were about to be very ill. Her chest heaved and her form shook fiercely from the chill that she perceived. The woman didn't seem to perceive her companion anymore.
Jan 25 21:12:24 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man grumbled a bit and he shook his head, wiping the blood from his nose, only to find that it won't stop so easily. He turned his head to nice her, and with a sigh, Keriol stood. "Told you it was going to suck." He looked around the room and carefully took note of anything that may have been different. He slowly stands up and grumbles, going into another room for a moment, returning with a sleeping bag and a pillow, and some water. "Hold still." He sets the items on the ground, and slowly rolls her onto the sleeping bag, keeping her head elevated with the pillow. "Well...I didn't mean for it to be that rough." He takes a look at the coin. "I'll need to fix this up to be a bit more...useful."
Jan 25 21:14:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Obviously pondering the question with deep thought, Devon's head tilts to the side as he thinks. "Cain wrought us from his disgrace. Having read the Book of Nod, know that.", is stated firmly. "But for there to be eleven clans, more than twelve in night's past, something had to evolve to create the differences. Otherwise there would be no clans to speak of." The thought process can be seen in Devon's eyes, head nodding from time to time as he speaks. Fingers twitching, the house key is once more visible within them. "Let me...put this away.", is all but muttered in a attempt at an offhanded manner.
Jan 25 21:17:47 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: His words were heard only vaguely and the woman's lips moved as though to form words, however nothing came. Eyelids would flutter slightly though only whites showed between the lashes for a few moments. The nausea didn't lessen and as she was moved a strangle groan slipped past her lips and her arms wrapped protectively over her stomach. Still breathing quite heavily for several long moment..she eventually managed to softly mutter, "...Fuck...sake..."
Jan 25 21:23:59 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter nods, hands lifting away from Devon's sides before they slip back into his pockets. He takes a step in a random direction, looking around the room in a thoughtful manner as Devon puts away his key. "So, these clans. What are they? Is it just a title, like, oh hey I'm part of this clan because I agree with them. Like uh, political parties!" He turns, facing the youth with a delighted grin, one hand flying from his pocket and held in the air, as though he's grasping his own thought. "Or are there defining traits?" An eyebrow is lofted, and another smile touches his lips as the hand in the air rises, rubbing the back of his head. "Damn, glad I didn't drink today. It's been a while since I've had a... real discussion." His eyes return to the youth, watching the other man closely.
Jan 25 21:28:29 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Time seemed to stretch out for the woman as she once more curled into a tight ball though this time it was more from cold than anything else. Her hands jerked her duster tightly around herself and her teeth audiably chattered. Eyes half open now, she watched the strange man move about the room. "...The hell...are you doing...?" She managed to get out. Her breathing began to change pattern from heavy and labored to light and almost paniced as the excessive cold sensation assailed her.
Jan 25 21:31:19 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man continues to walk around, and he looked at her, pulling an earbud from his ear and he sits down beside the woman. "Welcome to your first dose of magic. It always sucks. Sucked the first time it happened to me." He offers her a bottle of water and he sighed a bit. "Just relax. It's going to be really uncomfortable for a while, but you are gonna have to get used to it, at least for the moment." He stands up now and goes and gets a heavy fur blanket from another room and drapes it over her. "So, you want to know about why you are touched, hm?"
Jan 25 21:36:47 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still looking uncomfortable in some way or the other, the youth looks down at the key for a moment before letting out a soft, 'huh'. Arm reaching down to move the over shirt aside, a small square of skin is bared in the process. Nudging it gently, the flesh easily swings open to reveal a small, neat pocket lined in his own skin. The key is placed safely inside before the flap closed securely so that it blends back in. Visually checking the spot with care, there's a slight nod of approval given before pale eyes look up once more. "Clans are separated by abilities. Sects house our beliefs."
Jan 25 21:38:55 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man smirks a bit and he turns his head towards the walls of the place. "Well, you are just fine if you can be sarcastic." He closes his eyes a moment and removes the other earbud, seeming to be completely calm now. "Alright. Obviously, I'll need to make a few things clear to you. One, tell anybody about this place, and what I'll have to do will make what I just did look like a parlor trick." His tone is completely serious, and then he clears his throat. "Second. If you really want to learn, you are going to have to be dedicated. One hundred percent. You don't feel like it one day, that's too fucking bad. Either you do this all the way, or none at all. We square?"
Jan 25 21:41:15 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man's eyes widen, his jaw visibly tensing, though it doesn't drop. He steps forward quickly, hands slipping from his pockets before he crouches in front of Devon, fingers pressing into the flesh where the key had disappeared. His lips part, head turning this way and that as his fingers poke the little spot, absolute amazement registering on his features even as he 'invades' Devon's personal space. "What the fuck? How'd you do that?" He glances up, slowly standing back to his full height to face the other man. "Deeper down the rabbit hole."
Jan 25 21:42:56 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "I don't do anything half assed!" The woman snapped back. The flush of anger seeming to return a bit of vigor to her. Though her form still shook from the cold, she had steadied enough to open the bottle and lifted it to her lips to take a slow sip. "And yeah..fine. Not like I WANT to be locked up in a psych ward for talkin shit about weird houses and teleporting men with Lisa Frank eyes..."
Jan 25 21:55:53 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man smirks a moment and he nods. "Good. I like to see some dedication. Now, I brought you here to prove something. Magic exists in this world, no matter what you may or may not think." He looks around the house. "Now, this house is normally haunted as fuck, but the spirits don't like you being here I think, so we are going to have to leave. However." He stands up and walks over to a corner again, pulling out a notebook. "We can still get some work done. Tell me what you normally see..."
Jan 25 21:59:08 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Define normally..." She muttered before taking another drink of the water. "There is no...normal. I don't make it a habit to go lookin for the damn things... The stronger, louder ones come after me for whatever reason. Bastards." The last word was growled with the particular vehemence from a being greatly wronged. Shaking her head, she pressed the bottle against her temple before looking up to regard the man in silence for a moment. "I got nothin again spirit or ghosts or whatever, as a rule... But a few of em did poorly by me, so pardon my bitterness..."
Jan 25 21:59:16 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming to be surprisingly patient with the examination of his side, Devon calmly explains, "It's a right of blood. The same way the man removed his mustache and flesh at once. I believe the most popular term is 'flesh craft'." One hand moves to rest on his companion's probing fingers. "It's something I will probably need to use on you sometime soon." The words are left to hang in the air, not so much a threat as a haunting hint of what might be to come. "I can mold flesh and bone like clay with a proper touch. It's not just a tool, it's a weapon."
Jan 25 22:00:45 :: (GC) Robert rposed: A hooded figure moves down the stairwell, dressed in a heavy brown overcoat that is worn over a smoke colored hoody. Slight wisps of smoke follow him, guided by the embers of the lit cigarette between his lips. His sharp angular features are illuminated occassionally as he takes a drag, though in each hand he carries a silver chain, twirling it through the air, creating a whistling sound.
Jan 25 22:04:28 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah places his hands on Devon's sides again, meeting the angelic youth's gaze, eye contact setting off a spark of emotion in his glassy eyes. "Use it on me? Why?" He asks, though fear isn't necessarily at the helm of his current expression, more curiosity. "Are you going to turn me into a squirming mass of flesh? That'd be kinda cool." He smiles softly, leaning forward and pressing his lips gently into the corner of Devon's mouth. "Is that your only power?" He whispers, warm breath sweeping across the youth's pale skin.
Jan 25 22:06:44 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man smirks a moment. "Tell me about the louder ones. What do they want from you normally?" His shimmering eyes flash over to Robby, and he sighs a bit, nodding. "Hey Robby. We've a guest, so play nice." He turns back to Catalina and smiles to her. "Please, continue."
Jan 25 22:11:17 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Great," The woman mumbled. "They multiply..." The bottle of water was set down and the palms of her hands press against the woman's now closed eyes. "What do people want? No two people want the same thing...no two spirits do either. Well..not really..." The sight of the second man appeared to have startled the woman in some fashion, and as such..she refused to look at either of them at the moment.
Jan 25 22:12:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "All you need to know about for now. The more you know, the more likely you're going to have someone tailing you to dig information out of your head. And I do mean that very literally." There's a certain commanding emphasis placed to these last two words, an ominous foreboding within them. "That's why I might need to change your appearance. As well as my own." Voice lowering slightly, he adds, "Morgan was apparently offering the process to others, most likely for a fee. She knew I'd never be able to ask on my own." A sadness now envelopes Devon, eyes looking like those of an abandoned child. Head shaking in the same dejected manner, he slips into a daze.
Jan 25 22:18:21 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: "Hey, he's cool, don't worry about him. You just pay attention to me, and we can talk. You said you wanted to learn, so you are going to learn." He pulls out his notebook and he scribbles something down on it with a mechanical pencil. "Now, tell me."
Jan 25 22:20:48 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Tell you what?" She grumbled as she dropped one hand to open an eye and peer at him. "I told you what I see, I told you what they want. You need to ask a more coherent question to get a more in depth answer." A soft groan chased her words as and that recently freed hand moved to massage at her temples. "Have had this for years...I couldn't give you a complete listing of what they gripe over if I wanted to..."
Jan 25 22:22:50 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: At this point, it seems Elijah has caught on to the magic word 'Morgan'. His right hand reacts, sliding around the youth's waist until it's pressed against the other man's back, before it moves upward, caressing the back of Devon's head, fingers sliding through golden curls, massaging the cold scalp beneath. Elijah presses the other man's head into the crook between his shoulder and jaw, while his left hand presses Devon's body tightly into his own. "Okay, then. Class dismissed?" His lips brush against the youth's earlobe, his voice a soothing whisper.
Jan 25 22:30:23 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The woman's left eye twitched slightly at the other's display before her one-sided vision focused solely on the one speaking. "...She wanted her mother." The words were faint, almost a whisper, and laced with sort of strange emotion that might have been pain. "I honestly doubt she even realized that she was dead. She just kept crying and asking why everyone ignored her. Her throat had been cut."
Jan 25 22:35:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Accepting the comfort without protest, Devon simply rests his willowy frame against the other man's. Voice barely a whisper, he tells Elijah, "This is my Haven. Where I am safe. Everything said within these walls stays here. When you come here, you are no longer Elijah. You are the ward of the Blood of Obertus and a Child of the Dragon. This is where you become part of the world of the Cainites." A deep, though unnecessary breath is drawn. "Outside of here, you can be whoever and whatever you deem fit. But remember, your actions reflect upon my own."  Both of the youth's arms rise from beside him, one shifting upwards so that one can drape almost protectively about his companion's shoulder.
Jan 25 22:41:47 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His warm fingers continue to caress the back of Devon's head, while his lips press delicately down onto the earlobe, pushing it against the side of the other man's head. "Ward of the Blood of Obertus. Sounds spiffeh." He leans back now, sliding his hands into the middle of Devon's back. He begins to speak, making eye contact with the youth again. "Child of the Dragon." The words roll off his tongue with care, great importance placed on each syllable. "I've got meaning now." His eyes widen, as though he's just realized this. He leans forward, hugging Devon's thin frame against his own.
Jan 25 22:43:10 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man nods and scribbles this down, and then he looks up at her. "Some spirits are like that in todays world. Ghosts that cannot be laid to rest because of the manner of their deaths... It is sad..." He actually looks remorseful for a moment and he shakes his head. "It is a sad truth..."
Jan 25 22:58:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Pale neck leaning back, Devon's head shifts its position so that his gaze meets his ward's once more. "You have great meaning, an even importance now. You're under my protection, and as such, any Cainite, or 'Kindred' as some call themselves, who harms you in turn answers to me." There's a hint of affection within these words, the emotion bordering on true caring. "However, this does not mean that you have free range to do as you wish. Conduct yourself in a way befitting of your new station in life. Honor me and the blood I've given you." As the words flow past Devon's lips, his head comes closer to Elijah's once more. The youth lightly nips the man's bottom lip, followed by a slow, languid trail of gentle kisses against his cheek, over his chin and jaw line, then down his neck. Fangs slide out, glinting in the light, pressing against the warm skin, but not breaking it yet.
Jan 25 23:05:58 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah presses the side of his handsome face against Devon's as the other man's lips move down to his neck, the series of kisses leaving a faint blush in the waiter's cheeks. He raises a hand again, sliding his fingers into the golden curls of Devon's hair as the fangs touch his neck. Elijah draws in a shaky breath, steadying himself at this moment, waiting for the plunge of fangs. "I'll be an absolute angel." He says, head bowing forward slightly, so he's able to press his lips against Devon's shoulder. "I'll be good, even when I'm drinking. I promise."
Jan 25 23:12:40 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man turns and looks at her. "Actually, I didn't have to get all that much. I only browsed quickly for relevant information. And it's fairly easy to read your aura." He closes his eyes and takes another sip of water before splashing his face with some water, the blood running away from his nose. "If you don't want to call me Blind, you can call me Keriol. I'm a Mage, as we are technically called. One of the few that isn't part of an actual group like most of the other assholes." He growls a little bit but clears his throat.
Jan 25 23:17:26 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: A wry smile curved the woman's lips and she chuckled softly. "Well..Keriol..I'm a human. Normal human. Least I thought so. Had a shit childhood. Had an okay teenage span. Had a stint of being the breeder bitch for a group of inbred hicks. That last one's the important one, see. Cause a damn noisy spirit led me into their grasp. So I don't really look at this as...a gift...since." One hand slipped behind the blanket to press over her stomach for a moment before she laughed bitterly and fumbled at her pocket to produce a silver cigarette case. One cylinder was removed and placed between her lips before the woman stopped and arched a brow as if asking permission.
Jan 25 23:22:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The arm about Elijah's shoulder moves upwards, a hand shifting to carefully support the man's head and neck. The other arm is raised and positioned so that it's pressed between the pair, a wide palm apply gentle, firm pressure against the waiter's chest, right over his heart. No words are said as Devon's fangs descend into his companion's neck, lips pressing against the warm skin to form a seal as the blood is gradually drawn in slow, leisurely sips. Brilliant eyes flutter, fighting to stay open but eventually falling closed at the pleasure of the Kiss is savored. At the same time, fingers entwine themselves in short, dark hair with a soft, ghosting touch. The sips grow in the volume of blood drawn, and the youth's hand presses harder against the flesh over the man's heart. Reluctantly, the fangs are drawn from the warm flesh, the youth's head leaning backwards in obvious ecstacy. 
Jan 25 23:27:50 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man shrugs his shoulders a bit in response to her look, obviously not caring. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small bottle of pills and pops a few of them, and he closes his eyes, swallowing them with a mouthful of water. "You want anything else? Aspirin, Codeine, Vicodin, E?" He rubs at a temple a moment, seeming to be struck with a headache. "I got just about anything, medical or synthesized. Don't ask where I get it. And if you know someone in the market to get a bunch, or need a supplier, by all means, let me know."
Jan 25 23:29:20 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As the fangs sink into his neck, Elijah lets out a soft utterance, the hand entwined with the golden hair tensing, holding onto the curls gently. "Ah...." He lets out feebly as the drinking proceeds, eyes falling shut almost instantly from the feel of the Kiss. As Devon retrieves his fangs, Elijah draws in another sharp breath, both hands falling to the other man's back to pull him into the waiter's form. He holds on tightly, taking steady breaths through his nose as his lips press affectionately along Devon's jawline.
Jan 25 23:31:36 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Don't ask, don't tell..." She muttered. Holding out her hand then, the woman would add. "Surprise me. And uh...how AM I meant to get in touch with you later?" The chill wasn't going away, but she was getting used to it. Or, as used to it as a person is able to get.
Jan 25 23:37:19 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: Keriol chuckled a moment at her comment and he pulled a small bottle of pills out and handed them to her. "That should tide you over for a bit." He reaches into his pocket and he pulls out a cellphone and hands it to her. "One of my many numbers is in there. It's labeled, 'K'. Short, simple, and to the point."
Jan 25 23:42:08 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man looks somewhat annoyed a moment. "The phone has my number programmed into it. At least, one of the numbers." He takes another pill from a bottle and downs it with a glass of water, and soon his breathing becomes deeper, and he seems a bit more relaxed. "Shit...well...I suppose I should get you outta here."
Jan 25 23:46:41 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 25 23:47:34 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Tongue flicking out, Devon licks the puncture wounds closed in a slow, sensual manner. Eyes opening once more, the pleasure experienced from the feeding is clearly evident within Devon's gaze. The hand upon Elijah's chest is removed, arm rising upwards from between their bodies, the youth's own wrist now being brought to his mouth. Fangs biting into the veins barely hidden beneath pale skin, the wound is sucked at a bit, drawing a small amount of blood into his mouth. A long, deep kiss is given to the waiter, passion palpable in the action. Youthful figure slowly pulling away, the still-bleeding wrist is presented to his ward as one single word is spoken in an alluring, velvety tone. "Drink."
Jan 25 23:49:12 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "And I was getting so very used to being a popsicle...." She commented. One of the pills was taken then as she couldn't figure out anything about it from looking at it. Chasing it with a drink of water, the woman would look curiously at the man across from her before asking, "Will this be scheduled classes or...?" The usual sarcasm was replaced with sincerity.
Jan 26 00:00:30 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: "Just give me a call when you feel like learning more. Also, be careful with those pills. They are a bit strong." He stands up and offers her his hand. "You might wanna hold on tight. Hate to make you feel like shit again, but it's most likely gonna end that way. At least you won't be so cold, right?"
Jan 26 00:02:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's lips happily accept the kiss from Devon, shifting and fitting into the other man's, his own warm skin meeting the cold contact. After the youth pulls away, he raises one hand, fingers touching the dry part of the wrist to bring it towards his lips. He closes his eyes and begins to drink, taking a few gulps, savoring the taste of the blood. Near the end of his drink he looks up, eyes moving upward to stare directly into Devon's eyes, passion and affection burning in his blue irises. He finally wrenches himself away from the wrist, though he still holds Devon's hand between his own. He smiles a crooked smile, still making eye contact with the other man.
Jan 26 00:15:07 :: (GC) Siol forced Maxwell to save
Jan 26 00:15:42 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man smirks a moment and he nods slightly. "Eh. No problemo. Just don't disappoint, yeah?" He closed his eyes and then he started to murmur to himself and he put his hand inside his pocket, and with a single exhaled breath that was blisteringly hot and bitterly cold, they winked out of existence.
Jan 26 00:21:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Returning the gaze with a mixture of pride and affection towards the man beside him, Devon allows his arm to rest in his companion's grasp. Tongue lightly licking the remains of blood from his full lips, he gently says, "Do you want to learn more, or would you like to go out?" Head tilting to the side as blood flushes his pale flesh, the youth continues to gaze at Elijah with a true sense of caring. The fingers playing with the short strands of the other's black hair move to trail over the skin on the back of his neck with a gentle, ghosting touch. Tentatively, he asks in a vaguely curious manner, "If you could choose your appearance, what would it be?"
Jan 26 00:23:18 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The pair of Keriol and Catalina suddenly appear in an alley completely out of thin air, a small popping sound as the air rushes to vacate the space in which they appeared, and a faint smell of ozone is left. "Watch your first step, it's a doozie." He looks at Catalina and smirks. "You can let go now." His shimmering eyes look out into the alley, making sure they weren't spotted.
Jan 26 00:24:13 :: (GC) Siol forced Maxwell to save
Jan 26 00:26:14 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The tall woman shook slightly, but a glance around proved her surroundings and so she released her hold on them man. Stumbling slightly from the disorientation, the woman reached out a hand to brace herself against the alley wall. "Whoa...well...I'm still upright, so I count it as a win. Thanks."
Jan 26 00:27:16 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter watches Devon closely, hands pushing against the back of the other man, bringing him in closer. Elijah presses his chest against the youth's, bringing his mouth next to the other man's ear. "I've always thought it would be cool to be an albino." He chuckles, leaning back to stare into Devon's eyes again. "Do you want to tell me more?" He asks curiously, kissing the corner of the other man's lips again, eyes closing peacefully.
Jan 26 00:33:24 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Jang. I really, really prefer Jang.." The woman said with a light grin. A hand was brought up to massage at the back of her neck for a moment before she stretched to get warmth and feeling back in her extremities. "I dunno about first step...but that was one hell of a flying leap. You sure do know how to show a girl a time."
Jan 26 00:40:10 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: "Oh, you should meet some of my friends. They have way better times. Most of the time I sit around, pop E, and see weird shit. Occasionally, I actually get up and do something, like teach people shit." Keriol's shimmering eyes twinkle for a minute and he wipes at his nose, which has finally stopped bleeding. "Fucking A. At least I stopped bleeding now." He washes off his face with his water and he smiles. "Next time though, we hit your place. I don't wanna fucking bleed everywhere again."
Jan 26 00:42:41 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "...Uh...then we might wanna hit a neutral place." The nail of her index finger was brought to tap against her lower lip in thought. "Ya like animals? I run a kennel. Got three Rottie/wolf crosses as my personal companions so, uh....just promise to play nice, right?" The woman shook her head slightly and glanced down at her hand oddly before tucking it into a pocket and looking back at the man.
Jan 26 00:45:40 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: He shrugs a bit. "Don't mind animals. Just as long as they don't hump my leg. I might take offense to that." He cracks his neck a bit loudly and returns his hands to his pockets. "I've more of a cat personr eally, but I can handle dogs." Keriol paces in the alleyway a bit, thinking to himself quietly.
Jan 26 00:58:10 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man smirks a bit and he leans back against the wall of the alleyway. His eyes close and he crosses his arms across his chest. "You need a ride somewhere? I got the Jag parked somewhere close by if you need a ride home or to wherever it is you are staying."
Jan 26 01:03:19 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Gnetly tugging his wrist from Elijah's grasp, Devon brings it to his lips and licks it closed, the wounds sealing instantly. "I think an albino might draw an unwanted form of attention. As someone who doesn't fit into society's physical mold, I've looked into its darkness." Rather than falling back to his side, the youth instead brings his hand up to the other man's face, nimble fingers sliding over the skin with practiced precision. "But I'm sure we can think up something else. Maybe even build on what you have now." Stepping back slightly without breaking the man's embrace, the youth's hand continues to hover over the other's visage. "So tempting...", is whispered. "But most likely too soon." Still, there's obvious questioning in his gaze. Seeming as though he's about to ask or say something else, his head simply shakes slightly, though there's an obvious discomfort about him.
Jan 26 01:04:35 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "That depends," She replied with a mischevious grin. "Do you speed? Cause that'd be awesome if you did." Looking out at the street beyond the alley she chuckled softly and then shrugged however. "Nah...I'm headed off for a light stroll and then stopping in at the hotel to see if I left something there. I'm fairly sure they have a lost and found anyway..."
Jan 26 01:16:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The troubled sense about the youth only seems to intensify upon hearing this, the other man's words seeming to be what's needed to release whatever is troubling him. "The other night, at your apartment...why didn't you fuck me when you had the chance to?" The words comes out in an almost analytical manner, as though the question has more to do with science than deeper workings of the psyche. "You would have enjoyed it."
Jan 26 01:16:24 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: "Your loss then. I can hit about 115 on a good street that's halfway clear." Keriol shrugs and then looks out towards the street beyond the alleyway. "Well, if at any point you should need something, go ahead and give me a shout. I'll be there pretty quick. Unless I'm asleep or some shit. Or Leslie is over. Then, I might be a bit busy." He strolls out towards the mouth of the alleyway, a rather nonchalant pace.
Jan 26 01:18:38 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "I'll uh...try not to interrupt your booty calls. I hate it when that happens..." Far from being sarcastic, the woman sounded perfectly serious in her statement. The woman produced her phone then and glanced down to check the time before snorting softly at the device and flicking it open to check a message. Looking up in mid-reply, she called out after the man. "You take care of yourself."
Jan 26 01:21:26 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man smirks a bit and lifts up two fingers, and he gives a salute. "You too Jang. Don't get your ass in too much shit. First bail out is free, second will cost ya." He turns around the corner of the alleyway, and the roar of a high performance engine can be heard, and a midnight blue Jaguar screams by, Keriol in the drivers seat.
Jan 26 01:21:35 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As Devon speaks, Elijah let's out a little sigh, running his hands over the man's waist, to his front, then to his back, feeling the cold skin, putting his warmth into the touch. "You weren't... in a good mood. I guess that's an understatement. It... Didn't seem right." He shrugs, pressing his body against the other man's. "I don't care what I enjoy. I want you to enjoy it with me. That's the only way /I'll/ enjoy anything, is if I know you're there with me." He glances away, his hands sliding back over the youth's hips. "That's kind of dumb... Do you know what I mean, though? Maybe?" He raises an eyebrow curiously, looking into Devon's eyes.
Jan 26 01:26:34 :: (GC) Siol forced Catalina to save
Jan 26 01:32:00 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming somewhat unable to grasp most of the subject as a whole, the somewhat bothered look turns into a mixture of curiosity and confusion. "No?", is stated in a somewhat blank manner, as though the answer was guessed at random. Brows knitting together slightly, though not enough to furrow them, his head tilts to the side as he watches the other man, studying him with clear intrigue. "There was nothing unusual about the other night. I was laying there, you had permission..." Words trailing off, a sense of sudden realization seems to dawn on the youthful figure. "I went blank, didn't I?" Head shaking, he continues, "I'm sorry, it's a defense mechanism. I can try not to. The pain's not really that bad in the end..."
Jan 26 01:37:43 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter listens closely, and observes Devon with a confused frown stealing over his features. "Wait, what? What do you mean, you went blank?" He presses against the youthful figure again, wrapping his arms tightly about the man's form. "I felt like... you weren't with me, is what I mean. If... I fuck you... I want you to be there. With me." Elijah treats the word 'fuck' like something fragile, despite the fact that he uses it constantly.
Jan 26 01:48:54 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I think it started in Detroit. I had a lower pain threshold then, and I recall it taking a longer time to heal the damage." The words are stated as simple facts rather than thoughts or opinions. There's obvious pondering now, though the angelic face doesn't share much about Devon's inner feelings. "There's no reason for me to be there really. Unless you want me to pretend to yell." Eyes shifting away in an almost guilty manner, he all but whispers, "That started in Detroit too." Voice raising slightly, he takes one hand and cups the side of his companion's face, finally explaining, "I lie there, you enjoy yourself, and I heal. It's simple Elijah."
Jan 26 01:51:26 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 26 02:02:40 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Siol is holding his panties.
Jan 26 02:04:16 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Nope, it was me. And by me, I mean SIol.
Jan 26 02:06:50 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 26 02:13:13 :: (GC) Siol forced Patrick to save
Jan 26 02:14:14 :: (GC) Siol forced Patrick to save
Jan 26 02:19:39 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Well," She commented coyly. "I should hope so!" The comment seeming to respond to both of his statements at once. A slow wink was given to the man before she stopped to stand before him. With the added height from the heels, she only had to lean up a little bit to deliver a loving kiss to his lips. He left hand brought the backs of her fingers up to caress his face while her right pressed against his upper arm. "One of these days, I'm going to make you come find me instead of just wandering into a meeting."
Jan 26 02:38:36 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 26 02:40:32 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 26 02:56:06 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 26 02:58:33 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Patrick has been set free into the wild.
Jan 26 03:32:42 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The large man walking down the street watches the womans movements with a faint appreciative smile.  Walking closer to the couple he nods to the man, "Evening," he rasps in a smokers voice.  He retrieves a pack of cigarettes from a pants pocket and stops, "Either of you two have a light?" he asks.
Jan 26 03:37:11 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Wow..big guy..." The slender woman commented as she walked back up to Christian. Her phone was withdrawn from her purse and a quick message was sent off before the device was dropped back into the little bag. The woman didn't seen discomfitted in the least and her emerald eyes lingered over his tattoo for a moment before giving a tiny shrug and taking up a lean against Christian.
Jan 26 03:46:46 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Talking to the ladies," the man says with a nod towards some of the working girls.  "They always know whats going on in the city."  He takes another drag from his cancer stick and continues, "And I like to make sure they're doing ok."
Jan 26 03:51:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, well aren't you sweet." The woman commented to the larger man, her painted lips still curved in a faint smile. Looking up at Christian then, she chuckled softly and slapped his chest lightly, playfully. "You biker types are weird... Sexy, but weird..."
Jan 26 03:59:38 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I told you, lover. I'm the devil." The woman purred up at Christian before looking back at the taller man and casting a wink in his direction to show she meant no disrespect to him, the silver cross at her throat glinting slightly. One slender hand was extended towards the huge man and the woman spoke again. "I'm Leannan, by the way. Who're you?"
Jan 26 04:03:17 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "He's all around, sometimes you can see him in the cracks," the big man says with a slow smile.  He smiles down at the smaller woman, "If you're the devil, you've chosen an...apt disguise, in this day and age."  He reaches his arm out and engulfs  your hand in his own, "Patrick," he replies.  "A pleasure, Leannan."
Jan 26 04:12:47 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Mechanics?  Can't say that I do."  He takes another drag from his cigarette before adding, "Though if I meet anyone, I'll give them your name."  He grins and flicks his eyes up at the sign above you, extending his hand he says "Christian, good to meet you."
Jan 26 04:21:28 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Put out an ad stating that you have live models posing on the bikes and you'll have TONS of applications." She offered with a perfectly straight face. Another message was received and the woman looked down to read it before replying with a second glance at the key pad, instead looking at the two men.
Jan 26 04:25:03 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "It's all part of God's plan.  To make us miserable I think."  He takes a final drag before flicking the rest of his cigarette into the street.  Lifting his eyebrows, Patrick smiles at the distracted woman, "Thats an idea," he conceeds.  "I bet it would work."  He looks down at his watch and frowns, "Leannan, Christian, it was a pleasure to meet the both of you, but I've got to get on homewards."
Jan 26 04:34:46 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "It's have to be," Patrick says with a basso laugh, "I look like I'm stealing a six year olds first bike otherwise."  He begins to walk away, before being arrested by Leannan's touch.  He smiles at her, swallowing slightly and clearing his throat, "I'm sure I'll see the both of you around.  Via con Dios, my friends," he says as he starts forward again and heads off into the night.
Jan 26 09:33:33 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: This room is very stylish. red carpet overs the floor and it feels like its been just layed out, the walls seem to have just been painted, but  whats so striking about this room is all the artifacs, everything seems to be on a shef but its not crowded, every peice of art has its own light and space for it to shine. At the end of the room, there is a large oval board meeting table and at tthe end of that a man in his 50 sits behind it with a glass of hard liqur
Jan 26 09:40:31 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Man in a pinstrip suit shrugs with a obvious mocking shrug. "Look around you, if i started complaining i would not apprecate what i have.." he drps his arms as he smiles towards Donnie, Devon gets up slowly and moves towards his liur desk. "Drink? something strong or soft?"
Jan 26 09:47:02 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man also nods with a smile, he gets the tequilla and starts to pour it. "I wouldnt be spanish if I didnt have this.."he chuckles as he makes his way towards the an and sets the drink infront of him, he then makes his way towards his chair and raises his glass. "To our health Detective"
Jan 26 09:54:26 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Nodding the Mans facial expressions turn a little sour. "Yes Detective, unfortunate business really.." He leans over and taps on a small comunication device." Bring in the files.." A woman comeswalking in, in a tight suit and black glasses, she hands the folder containing some files to the Detective. Devon watches the Detective. "Infrot of you is some details on a biker gang that has been here for a while, called the Lunatics, have you heard of them?"
Jan 26 10:17:01 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Nodding the Mans facial expressions turn a little sour. "Yes Detective, unfortunate business really.." He leans over and taps on a small comunication device." Bring in the files.." A woman comeswalking in, in a tight suit and black glasses, she hands the folder containing some files to the Detective. Devon watches the Detective. "Infrot of you is some details on a biker gang that has been here for a while, called the Lunatics, have you heard of them?"
Jan 26 10:22:15 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: nods a few times as he claps his hands together. "Firstpicture is Carl Carlson, leader, semi orgnised and bands them togeher." he shaks his head as he fnishes his drink. " How can he band 50 top gang members from biker gangs, get them in the same room without illing eachoter, then take to the streets to riot and kill a few mexicans and blacks.." He seems to be dumbfounded. "This guy did it and burnt down a whole street while screaming victory"
Jan 26 10:29:36 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Shakes his head as he points towards Carls File. "Yeh but his espanic, just doesnt flaunt it out liek some.." He shakes his head as he places his finge down. "These guys have rap sheets longer then some of my guys, and half od thecrimes sem to be for fun.." He then looks towards Donnie with a frown. "Next is Lenny Lennard, this one unlike Carl is bery very strange, acts like a dog, and is the most violent of the group"
Jan 26 10:32:32 :: (GC) Donnie rposed: "Hmming." Donnie looks over this other picture. "They're a bit white to be hispanic, and the names don't sound it, probably aliases." He nods and askes. "They partners or somethin?" He retorts quickly after, setting the picture down and pulling a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket.
Jan 26 10:35:16 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Shaking his head he looks at the file then back to the Detectie. "No, Carl is the Leader, Lenny follows and does what Carl wishes but Lenny has influence over carl as you can immagin.." he then starts to shake his head. "They are recruiting more, they got some jew now, who they stuck nails to his head and tattoeda big skull on his face.. these guys are trouble"
Jan 26 10:40:52 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Looking at the Folder he starts to frown. "I dont want to war with them, if they start rioting with all the biker gangs the strets will run red, i would ratheryou take them down and earn another star.." he smiles as he looks up from the folder to Donnie.
Jan 26 10:51:19 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Smiling the mand nods, he gets up shakes the setectives hand and shows him the door
Jan 26 11:44:53 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DDown the long, cluttered strip of Santa Monica boulevard, a red Chevy Nova detailed with black racing stripes is parked next to the sidewalk, glinting in the overhead orange and white of streetlights and stars. A bald-headed hispanic man dressed in a conservative black business suit leans against the side of the car, his hands slid into the pockets of his black slacks. An equally black trenchcoat is draped around his body, matching the suit nicely. Under the orange of an overhead streetlight, one can clearly see a black hand imprinted on the top of his shaved head.@W
Jan 26 11:58:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe well-dressed hispanic stands entirely still against the side of his car, though at the sound of a chuckle, the man's head turns slightly, eyes as dark as the bottom of a well staring at the man with the cellphone. As the word 'punk' leaves the man's lips, a thin, black eyebrow rises on the hispanic's head, his expression far from amused. He simply watches Donnie, body entirely still.@W
Jan 26 12:12:30 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic glances away as the other man smiles, before standing to his full height and opening the door to his car. He slips inside, starting up the engine before driving off.@W
Jan 26 12:59:28 :: (GC) Donnie rposed: Sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette, simply veging and observing the area is Donnie, he looks a bit bored, and unoccupied.
Jan 26 13:01:43 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Slipping through the crowd quietly, a young man with alabaster skin moves with ease. Strapped to his back is a black guitar case, while in his right hand is carried a smaller, violin case. HIs pace casual not rushed in the least, as he makes his way towards the Club.
Jan 26 13:20:51 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Slipping through the crowd quietly, a young man with alabaster skin moves with ease. Strapped to his back is a black guitar case, while in his right hand is carried a smaller, violin case. HIs pace casual not rushed in the least, as he makes his way towards the Club.
Jan 26 13:52:53 :: (GC) Siol forced Johnny to save
Jan 26 14:34:16 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The sound of heavy metal plays against the walls of the garage as Christian hammers away at a sheet of metal on the far side with a large mallet. The muscle in his arm flexes under each strike, the various tattoos along its length visible to any who gazed inward. His dark eyes are focused on his work though as if he's oblivious to the world around him. Another hammercrash and the rattle of metal can be heard though drowned out under the sound.
Jan 26 14:44:53 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The din of the heavy metal keeps most folk away, unless they are customers of the bike shop. One such individual approaches the shop with no such compunctions, grinning a bit as he steps in time with a few of thr thrash riffs and he opens the door, and takes a step inside. His eyes shimmer every color of the rainbow for a few moments, and then, he chuckles a bit, and the oculars turn a dark blue-grey. He looks around for a bell to ding, but then realizes that would be futile, so he just smirks a moment and yells. "YO! WHO'S THE BOSS?!?"
Jan 26 15:08:16 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The dark eyed man with the leather get-up and the short black mop of hair grins and rolls his neck, a few bones popping. "Nice to meet you Christian Moore. My buddies call me Blind, and for the short time that such formalities stand between us, I'm just a simple customer." He looks around the shop, gesturing with a hand. "I see that you've got some nice bikes here. Tell me, you got anything that has some muscle to it?"
Jan 26 15:12:12 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The man nodded his head and he looked at Christian critically for a few moments. "I'm assuming you build bikes as well." He looks around the shop and then back at Christian. "Let's say, hypothetically, I gave you 50 grand to work with. You build me a bike for that much?" He smirks a bit and puts his hands into his coat pockets.
Jan 26 15:23:49 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The smaller man nods his head and he smirks a moment. "I'll be sure to let some people know. I think I may have a couple buddies looking for work. They are good with their hands, generally. Most of them do have mechanical expertise though." He looks down at the mechanics catalogues and then nods. "I hear that you are one of the best around here. That true?"
Jan 26 15:38:30 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The dark city streets are full of hustle and bustle as people go to and fro, like some human tide. One of these vehicles is a large Cadiallac El Dorado that has seen some serious work. Chrome fenders, riding on twenties, and the bright white paint give the car a clear appearance in contrast to the rest of the dirty city. Some people seem to recognize this vehicle, and go scurrying off into alleyways. A few of the whores visibly gulp, and the vehicle pulls up onto the curb next to the Psychiatric Hospital, and a large Mexican man dressed out in classic pimp attire, completely with big ass cane, stands up and shouts. "Who been messin' with my bitches?"
Jan 26 15:47:50 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The large pimp man, who has a pair of rather large yellowshoes, his namesake, looks over at Carl and he gets out of the Carl, holding his cane at his side, clacking it on the sidewalk. "You the fuckers that been messin' with my bitches?" He looks fairly pissed off, and several other men from the car reach for things slowly, and one quite plainly has a shotgun across his lap, though he makes no moves with it.
Jan 26 16:01:14 :: (GC) Keriol rposed: The smaller man chuckles a bit and he nods, reaching deep into the pockets of his cargo jeans. "Fuck, I'll just pay it all up front." He starts pulling out hundred dollar bills in tight bricks. "You don't mind, do ya?" He soon counts out the fifty grand and he sets it on the workbench. "And I don't think I'll need anything else, actually."
Jan 26 16:04:04 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The Pimp looked like he was about to snap, and fucking bring down the whole block with him. He begins to shake a bit, hand tightening around his cane. "Motherfucker, you know what I do to punk bitches like you?" He looks like he is going to strike Carl with the large wooden object, but then he stops. "I make them fucking pay." As one, the group of men jump out of the El Dorado and line up behind the pimp, all armed with various weapons. 2 with pistols, one with an AK-74, and the last with a Spaz automatic shotgun.
Jan 26 16:20:34 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the men line up behind the Pimp, all of a sudden, almost like there was some sort of unspoken bond between the Lunatic and his friends, and they all opened fire. The friends quickly whipped whatever weapons they had available and the phalanx put up a veritable wall of fire, Carl right in the middle with a sneer, pumping shells into all 4 of the men without much trouble, dropping 2 of them immediately, the sparks of life gone from their eyes. The man with the AK shouts as the fire erupts and he squeezes his trigger, pumping fully automatic fire into one of the men next to Carl, who grunts and hits the dirt, not dead, but heavily wounded. However, the remaining men around Carl put him and the other man down, leaving the Pimp standing directly in the middle of it, looking rather stunned.
Jan 26 16:28:35 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Off in the distance, sirens wail loudly as the police approach the crime scene, obviously having been alerted previously as the familiar sound of SWAT police vans can be heard off in the distance as a low rumble.
Jan 26 16:41:56 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A grave wind stirs the MUD as the being known as Siol fades away.
Jan 26 17:06:50 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Flashes of light flicker throughout the crowded street as tourists and paparazzi alike vie for that perfect shot of the 'perfect' people that inhabit Hollywood. One such woman sidles through the crowd as if she were used to this sort of thing, a messenger bag slung across her torso from shoulder to hip and wearing worn cargo pants. The t-shirt she wears is just a shade of grey darker than her pants, depicting a yellow lightning bolt and the words 'Don't tase me, bro!' on it.
Jan 26 17:13:13 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Your cry, echoes pleasant. Your cry is like music," sings the black-haired woman as she strolls down the sidewalk, seemingly murmuring to herself, though it's quite evident that, as she turns her head, she's wearing just one earbud connected to something in her pocket. She doesn't seem to take much notice of anyone else on the street, but her eyes do track many of the other pedestrians calmly.
Jan 26 17:20:28 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Swinging her head around, the diminutive young woman peers oddly at Donnie. Her brow furrows while her head cants to one side, pausing momentarily in the river of people. Curiosity wins out over caution, as is the usual for this intrepid photographer. Lithe steps in red Chuck Taylors bring her to the man's bench, ut not within his easy reach. Those suspicious grey eyes rake over him as she speaks up, "Did you want something? I'll let you know right now, I'm not one of THOSE types of girls. They're over that way," she points down the street, "closer to Sunset. Wait, maybe you wanted to tell me I have teepee sticking out of my pants?" She peers over her shoulder at her rear, frowing now. "Maybe something stuck to my shoe?" She then gasps, adding in a quieter voice, "Or is someone following me?"
Jan 26 17:26:41 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Rolling her eyes, the small woman brandishes Donnie a thumbs-up, "Awesome. Glad I could make your day with my oh-so-offensive shirt. Considering most in my profession do get hurt, and tased, I didn't think it too off base." She offers the man a final wave as she shouts perkily, "Ciao!" With that, she slips easily back into the throng of people and further along to her destination.
Jan 26 17:32:32 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The slight woman says nothing in response and doesn't even acknowledge the blowhard thug as she continues on, eventually fully swallowed up by the crowds.
Jan 26 17:54:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I think it started in Detroit. I had a lower pain threshold then, and I recall it taking a longer time to heal the damage." The words are stated as simple facts rather than thoughts or opinions. There's obvious pondering now, though the angelic face doesn't share much about Devon's inner feelings. "There's no reason for me to be there really. Unless you want me to pretend to yell." Eyes shifting away in an almost guilty manner, he all but whispers, "That started in Detroit too." Voice raising slightly, he takes one hand and cups the side of his companion's face, finally explaining, "I lie there, you enjoy yourself, and I heal. It's simple Elijah."
Jan 26 17:54:16 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The waiter raises a hand, placing it on the hand at his cheek, a flush of blood visible beneath his skin. "I don't want to hurt you." His head falls forward, his warm skin once more making contact with the cool skin of Devon's forehead. "You don't mind it at all?" He asks curiously, sliding his arms around the other man's waist again, another grimace sweeping over his features.
Jan 26 18:04:34 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes holding an obvious sense of curiosity and confusion, Devon continues to watch his companion in almost morbid fascination. "We're talking in circles.", is stated gently, his frame pressing up against the other man in an alluring manner rather opposite the current conversation. "Of course it hurts, for me at least. I don't mind if it's you though." Tone equally full of obvious questioning, the youthful figure is almost speaking as though explaining something simple and obvious to a young child, each word spoken slowly with clear annunciation. 
Jan 26 18:09:43 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah rubs his hands along Devon's spine, watching the other man with matched curiosity and confusion. "Why... Would it hurt?" He asks, eyebrows knitting together in a frown. "You're not making any sense, Devon..." The handsome waiter leans his head forward, kissing the corner of Devon's mouth gently, between sentences. "Heal what? What do you mean, 'heal'?"
Jan 26 18:21:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding gently in a faintly reassuring manner, Devon calmly states, "I think we need a book for this." His gaze shifts to study the bookcases lining the walls. "I'm not sure if I have anything specifically on the subject, but I'm sure I can find something." Eyes focusing once more on Elijah, there's a rather serious look within his pale eyes. "I'm not that good with drawing, being a more analytical thinker, but I'm sure I could scribble out a diagram or two if needed..." Words trail off, as the other man's questions finally seem to process. "The pain comes from friction, mostly." An uncomfortable calm settles about the willowy form, a gentle breath drawn and released before he continues on. "I can heal damage, in this case from friction, using blood." In a desperate attempt to change the subject, "You can now use your blood to heal as well."
Jan 26 18:31:37 :: (GC) Fortang forced all to save
Jan 26 18:34:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's hands slide downward, stopping at Devon's hips as the confusion falls away from his face, replaced by a bland expression. "Oh. Right..." He bites his lip and glances away, his dark blue eyes scanning the bookshelves as well. "That's cool. You can just heal anything? What if you get shot? Or stabbed?"
Jan 26 18:34:21 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man calls the Police and starts talking. "Umm yeh im the hostage taker, i have taken hostage of 3 bikers, ones hurt bad, i want to talk to a negotiator.." Carl grins as he keeps the shotgun towards the mans head, he whispers ever so slightly. "Tell them you need time to think".. The man nods and states he needs time to think and hangs up"
Jan 26 18:53:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming to be more at ease with the change of subject, the youth nod slowly, in a rather solemn manner. "So long as the damage isn't too great and I have enough blood in my system, I'll heal if that's my will." Leaning forward slightly, he adds, "You, however, will need to be more careful. You might be able to survive more than before, but you're still mostly human." Eyes studying the rather bland reaction that accompanied the question, Devon's head shifts its position slightly. leaning back a bit. "Is everything alright Elijah?" The words come out more curious than caring, but are still obviously genuine.
Jan 26 19:00:12 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter nods, retrieving his hands from the other man's sides before turning slowly and walking towards the couch. He plops down, hands clasped together between his knees, his dark blue eyes staring at the carpet with a detached expression. "Yeah. I'm fine." He looks back up at the youthful figure, fatigue present in his eyes and the lines of his face. "This is all overwhelming. I think it's just now catching up to me." Elijah's back meets the couch, both hands rising to rub at his temples, eyes screwed tightly shut. "Do you have anything to drink?"
Jan 26 19:15:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Looking towards a clearly unplugged mini-fridge and freezer, Devon shrugs on shoulder slightly. "Water...if you brought your own glass.", is stated in a factual manner. Gaze flicking towards the door now, a brow arches slightly. "Otherwise we need to go out. I don't like talking to my neighbors." The sheer thought seems to send an unpleasant shiver down the youth's spine, head shaking slightly to dismiss any unpleasant thoughts. Boots thudding softly across the floor, carrying him over to the apartment's door, he pauses in his motions, clearly troubled. "What were you trying to explain to me earlier?"
Jan 26 19:19:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter stands, running a hand through his hair. His eyes close for a moment as he takes in a deep breath, his chest pushing outward with the motion, before he exhales and grabs his jacket off the couch. Without putting the garment on, Elijah walks towards Devon, sliding an arm around the other man's shoulder, more to comfort himself than the youth. "About what? About why I didn't... Fuck you?
Jan 26 19:26:53 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..It's being sealed off as we speak, Detective Kimball. My men are arranging themselves. Two on each direction of the building, and two watching the roof..", the SWAT Captain notes, gesturing to each place as he speaks it, "..I'm going to need you to give an official statement once this is over, though that shouldn't be a surprise. Now. Let us handle our job. We have a hostage on the phone..". That said, the SWAT Captain begins to walk over to the negotiator, who is on the phone.
Jan 26 19:32:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding in an almost meek way, Devon turns his head slightly to look at the other man, a sense of knowing in his gaze. Face still as still and angelic as ever, there's a sense of questioning to is now. "Whenever this subject comes up, it always feels like there's a secret that everyone's keeping from me." A harsh laugh is released, the sound rather quiet for it's scoffing nature. "Others say they want me, and I think you do too. I'll even give you the pleasure of screaming."
Jan 26 19:32:49 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Standing off in the corner, the negotiator speaks to the SWAT Captain, "..He wants to come out and surrender. He doesn't trust us, though. Wants Channel 10 here to cover it. I say bring 'em in, if it's going to get those people out of there. If we can take him in sound, then all the better..". The Captain appears to take all of this in with a bit of a sober face, before nodding. A twitch of his arms, and a had gesture, would tell the shooters to stand down, but still be prepared.
Jan 26 19:35:00 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Grunting and pacing he turns to his men and then looks out towards the window. "Fucken Pimp wanna be im a fucken god, im above you.." Carl turns to the pimp and tries to intimidate the man. "You tell anyone of this and Im going to hunt your ass, and use it as my fucken whore, i wil fuck you then kill you, revivie you again then fuck you again and i can do it too.." he shows his fangs towards the man. "I am your god, do not fuck with me.." he then takes the shotguns from his men and smiles. "Were going back to the slamer boys, hit yur way out.." he places the shotgun in the air and only after the reporters come out he walks out. "FREEDOM FOR ALL, FUCK THE WINE DRINKERS...." HE then goes down on to his knees and looks directly at the Camera. "Jack 0 Carl fucken 2"
Jan 26 19:48:20 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: As Carl comes out, several bulbs flash and catch pictures of him, while one man records the whole thing on film. The hostages are, apparently, left inside. Seven men move out, once Carl is just feet from the building. Two of them tend to Carl, disarming him of the shotgun, and starting to handcuff him. The other five all give them a wide berth, and move into the building, to search for survivors. As Carl is cuffed though, he begins to twitch a bit, shuddering, before he just spasms and slumps forward. (5 Successes Performance).
Jan 26 19:57:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Nobody in the last century." Despite the almost comical nature of the statement, it soon becomes obvious that Devon means every word. "I'm older than I look.", is carefully explained, "Like I've said, I have done, and will continue to do, things that in your mind might sound 'evil'." Falling silent, it's very obvious that great thought is going into the next words. "My body...doesn't function...in that way anymore. I'm dead. That's not how I reproduce. I can will things to happen if I want, but I have no need to." Slowly, the glazed look returns to his eyes, his mind obviously retreating into the subconscious. "Initiations, work as a spy...things need to be done..." Voice becoming very distant, it soon becomes obvious that Devon has slipped into a daze.
Jan 26 20:13:53 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter raises an eyebrow, one lip lifting upward in a curious grimace as his hands massage the flesh on the back of Devon's shoulders, fingers working the skin and muscle their gently. "So you wouldn't even enjoy it?" He sighs, looking away, his expression taking on a hopeless look. "Why the fuck did you even ask me then? What's the point." He looks back, eyes flickering up and down, watching the progression of Devon's tone. Elijah grabs the other man's hand, opening the door to the hallway before pulling his lover along with him, outside of the apartment. "No, no, there's nothing to do right now. We're going out for drinks."
Jan 26 20:30:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I can't drink...", is replied in a rather distant manner, though Devon does follow along patiently, for a few steps before trying to tug away from the grasp. "I need to lock the door.", is called out in an equally detached way, though the volume of his voice does rise slightly as he does so. Free hand fumbling for the hidden key, all of his weight is put into the resistance as his eyes seem to gravitate towards the door. Upon retrieving the key, he continues to pull, stretching out one lithe arm as far as it will go, slipping the item into one of the several locks, seeming rather satisfied by the click made. This almost acrobatic maneuver is performed several more times until the door is completely locked. Nodding once in admiration of his achievement, the key is hidden away once more. "Now we can go."
Jan 26 20:41:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter nods, waiting for Devon to finish his security measures, before settling in next to the other man, fingers entwining with Devon's in an affectionate manner. "But, after I drink..." He leans in, lips brushing the youth's earlobe as he whispers into the angelic man's ear.
Jan 26 20:53:59 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming to come out of his trance once more, Devon slowly nods to the other man in a polite and thoughtful manner, a sense of true affection showing within his gaze as his head turns to look at his companion. The ghost of a smile tugs at the very corners of his lips, gaze once more focusing on the street, visible from the apartment's lobby. Walking close to the other man, hand-in hand, he heads towards the lobby door, opening it carefully as he scans the area with faint suspicion. Keeping his form just slightly in front of Elijah's in an almost protective manner, he heads out into the street's nightlight.
Jan 26 21:20:42 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah stays close to Devon as they continue along through the streets of LA, his hand never leaving the other man's, which he clutches with a firm, warm grip. Along the way he lights up a cigarette, smoke trailing behind the pair before floating off into the night. As they reach Club Crank, Elijah drops the spent cigarette onto the sidewalk in front of the club, grinding it out with his work shoe, before following his companion into the club. As they step inside he pauses at the entrance, the rainbow of lights,the pulsing body of angst-ridden teens, and speed-high adults, reflected in his dark blue orbs. he takes in a breath, absorbing the scene he had most likely grown familiar with in his youth, raising the hand not currently entwined with Devon's to touch his earlobe, the fingers sliding from the bottom to the top of his ear, feeling the empty spaces where the black earrings had been once. He lets out a sigh, staying close to his companion as his gaze drifts over to the bar, a look of relief passi
Jan 26 21:22:09 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: a look of relief passing over his features.
Jan 26 21:51:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: An obvious blush enters Elijah's cheeks as Devon's teeth and tongue are felt on his ear. He follows the other man towards the bar, slipping through the cracks in the crowd by pulling his arms and body together, maneuvering the sea of bodies with his companion. Elijah slips a hand into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet as he looks the bartender in the eyes. "Three shots of tequila..." He bites his lower lip, glancing to his left and right, as though his alcoholism is some immense offense, before looking back to the bartender and lowering his voice. "And a couple of beers. Corona." He lays a few dirty, green bills on the bar, before turning to Devon as his drinks are being prepared. His arms go around the other man's waist, and his head moves forward, lips pressed into the other man's with a passion that completely surpasses the earlier timidity he had shown towards the relationship, in public.
Jan 26 22:02:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Accepting the kiss whole-heartedly, Devon returns the gesture of affection with as much passion as what the other man gave him. Eyes fluttering, though not closing, he finally breaks contact, one arm rising upwards, elbow bending so that his hand can cup the side of Elijah's face. Long fingers caress the man's cheek with a gentle, ghosting touch. As he gazes upon his companion, the youth's angelic face still holds a hint of affection, though there's a certain darkness that glints within his brilliant eyes and plays upon his lips. "Enjoy your drinks so that I can enjoy mine, lovely.", is whispers in a velvety tone.
Jan 26 22:08:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: After the kiss is over, Elijah leaves his arms around the youth, staring into the other man's eyes as his cheek is cupped. He nods, pulling his arms back and raising his hands, scooping up his 5 drinks between nimble, practiced waiter's fingers, before turning back and giving Devon a quick peck on the cheek. With that, he moves towards a corner booth, one that's least lit by the rainbow lights of the club, and takes his seat, looking up to watch Devon follow him. He downs a shot in the meantime, without exhibiting any signs of the burn of the alcohol. Elijah's eyes close as he relishes the warmth of the alcohol, taking another shot to taste the comforting tequila.
Jan 26 22:15:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: After a moment's hesitation, Devon sits at the edge of the booth before sliding into the seat beside Elijah. Close enough to brush against the other man with each motion made, but far enough to allow elbow room, his eyes scan the room with a cautious, piercing gaze. An obvious sense of wariness settles about the willowy form, though the neurotic gestures are kept to a minimum, eyes always returning to the warm body at his side. Head tilting sightly as he observes the other's drinking, his lips part as though to say something, only to close once more, remaining silent.
Jan 26 22:25:00 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter looks to his side, holding the empty shot glass between an index finger and thumb, watching Devon closely. His expression is cautious, unsure, as if he's trying to search out a disproving look in the angelic youth's features. He mimics the mouth movements of his companion, mouth opening slightly, before he closes it and shakes his head, reaching forward to deposit the empty glass on the table and to take up the third one. He slams back the tequila, letting out a breath after the liquid is swallowed. Elijah opens one of his beer bottles, using the bottom of his jacket to protect his palm from the ridges on the bottle cap. The bottle is raised in his right hand, neck tipped back to allow the beer to slide into his mouth, while his left hand flicks the bottle cap onto the tabletop, where it spins and flips to the other side of the table with a few metallic 'clink'ing sounds. "I'm fucking pathetic." His head dips down, chin nearly hitting his flat chest as his eyes stare into his lap. "This shi
Jan 26 22:25:13 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "This shit is my water."
Jan 26 22:49:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Dark blue eyes shift, watching as Devon lifts his hand and places the bottlecap into his palm. His other hand rises, bringing the beer bottle to his lips even as Devon speaks. After a loud gulp of beer, he returns the nod, eyes still locked on the bottlecap in his hand. His fingers curl into a fist around the bottle cap, his eyes moving upwards to make contact with Devon's cerulean gaze. "Alright." He replies rather half-heartedly, raising the bottle for another gulp. "You're insane, Devon." He sighs, opening his hand over the table to let the bottlecap slide from his palm and onto the table. The same hand moves to his right, sliding around Devon's shoulders as he presses himself into the other man, pressing his face into the youth's neck, his lips kissing the spot tenderly. "Now Kiss me."
Jan 26 23:04:00 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Turning his head so that his eyes can look directly into Elijah's, Devon stares into the other man's gaze for a moment before tilting his head to the side so that his lips press against Elijah's. While not as deep as the previous one, there's a certain sense of meaning within it, the action quite tender at first, before the youth's teeth lightly nip at the other man's lip. The action is soft, though not as playful as in the past, carrying a faint sense of primal passion. At the same time, his free hand is moved to slip about the other's shoulders, drawing the warm body closer to his own. As eyelids begin to droop, long lashes touch cheeks, fluttering much like the wings of a butterfly.
Jan 26 23:11:08 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah delivers a series of kisses to Devon's cheek, lips pressing delicately and emitting a soft, smacking sound with each kiss. Finally his lips reach the other man's ear, his head held in a way that presents his neck, as one one offer a feast. "Take me." Elijah whispers in Devon's ear, voice edging on frantic in anticipation of the coming Kiss. His hand blindly sets the beer on the table, before he wraps his right arm around the youth's thin figure, helping to pull them both closer as well. His left hand, meanwhile, rests on one of Devon's denim-clad thighs. "I need it."
Jan 26 23:22:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes opening fully once more, they study Elijah's bared neck with obvious hunger and intent. However, the entire situation is approached with extreme caution. Drawing his legs up onto the seat, Devon shifts his body's position so that he's settled neatly within the other man's lap. Both arms reach out, cradling his companion's head and neck with care, bringing his mouth closer to the flesh in slow and deliberate motions. Golden curls falling about his face, a light kiss is placed on the other's neck, fangs extending directly into the skin. The drinking is preformed in a more hurried manner than in the past, though each pull of blood is obviously being savored. Finally, the fangs are retracted, the youth's tongue flicking out to seal the wound, then lick his own lips before raising his head up once more, a few curls still obscuring his angelic countenance.
Jan 26 23:31:28 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: No moans escape the desperate waiter, though his body shakes and shivers with delight and utter ecstasy as the quick drinks are taken. When it is done, Elijah lets his head rest on the youth's shoulder and neck for a few moments, the warmth of alcohol coursing through his head and hands. He leans back, now completely at a loss for dexterity and direction, with the blood loss combined with the intoxication. His hands rise, fingers sliding over the other man's cheeks, the warmth insanely obvious against Devon's cold skin. "Now. You. Can share. My reality." His hands are pressed rather forcefully against either side of the youth's face, his loss of balance clear through his fractured speech and slowing pulse. He presses his lips into Devon's, nothing gentle about the kiss, as though Elijah desires to suck the very essence out of his companion.
Jan 26 23:43:26 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Willowy frame shivering with pleasure from the act of drinking, Devon's eyes close in an almost lazy manner, the effects of the alcohol gradually working its way through his waif of a figure. Seeming to be still enthralled, the kiss is returned more gently, cool skin slowly warming from the intake of blood. At the same time, soft sigh of obvious satisfaction escapes the youth's lips, eyes gradually reopening so that he can gaze at his companion from out of slightly glossy eyes. However, his hand still clasp at the other man's shoulders and neck, fingers dancing over the skin in an almost kneading motion.
Jan 26 23:52:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's hands continue to press into Devon's flesh, the pressure increasing with each moment the kiss takes, before his hands simply fall away and he slumps back against the booth. "We're choosing to be here. In this reality, Devon." He slides his hand behind the other man's neck, his breath coming in slow intervals. His eyes become glassy, the dark blue irises like frozen pools reflecting the angelic youth back, an image of Devon in Elijah's eyes. His fingers curl around the youth's neck, rising up to sift through the golden hair, clutching the beloved strands like pieces of treasure, feeling the hair with all of his concentration. This true sign of affection, this worship of every end and possibility of Devon's figure, is accented by another detached statement from Elijah. "I'm choosing to be in this moment. With you."
Jan 27 00:16:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Could you choose it every moment? Could you devote your existence to a world you're only beginning to see? Can you read a book in place of drinking a beer?" The words are asked politely, tone questioning, almost pleading. The cap is stared at silently, gaze speaking the words left unsaid. One hand, slowly warming to the touch, reaches up so allow fingers to float over the man's face in a deft touch. "Could you do that for me?"
Jan 27 00:27:58 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter smiles drunkenly, raising a hand and placing it over Devon's. "Books are drugs, Devon. Books can give me an alternate reality, they /do/. I read them. I used to read a lot of them." He chuckles, clearly finding something hilarious in Devon's gentle request, perhaps because of his intoxication. "Books take me away from the World. It's just another drug that happens to be good for you." He leans forward, kissing the corner of the other man's mouth gently, before his warm breath washes over Devon's cold skin in a low whisper. "So if I read a book for every beer I drink, I'll be balanced, right? My mind will be totally fucked, cause I'll forget about life. But I'll be balanced, Love." Clearly the man has lost all logic, his thought process marred by his current state. He leans his chest against Devon's affectionately, each breath pushing his front against his companion's. "Yes. I'll read instead of drink." He ends with this statement, after pondering the nonsense he had spoken before. 
Jan 27 00:28:09 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He ends with this statement, after pondering the nonsense he had spoken before. "I hope. I'll try."
Jan 27 00:39:26 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slowly, having either understood the ramble or simply offering the gesture as a default response, the youth focuses on his companion for several long moments before his gaze, also vaguely clouded by alcohol, begins to search the crowd with a mixture of caution and obvious interest. Glancing into the crowd, a polite nod is offered to the mob of people in general, though the nature of the action could be mistaken for a sense of recognition. After a moment, he turns back to the man beside him, offering a vague semblance of a smile, "Do try. That's all I'm asking...for now." The sentence is left to hang there.
Jan 27 00:44:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter returns the nod, settling back in the booth and preparing a cigarette for himself. After one is safely tucked between his lips, and lit, he drapes one arm about Devon's shoulders, his own blue eyes scanning the crowd as well. "See someone you know?" He asks, allowing his head to fall back and his eyes to close, slow breaths pushing his chest outward. Elijah stays in this position, the myriad of sounds in Club Crank filling his ears and his consciousness.
Jan 27 00:45:17 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Pushing through the mass of humanity the big man stops to reach out and steady an oblivious patron who'd been knocked aside as he tries to wedge himself through the people.  He stops for a few moments to shout an apology to the smaller man before continuing on his way.  Finally reaching the back the older man slides up to the bar and says "@rBeer, please,@D" in a raspy voice.  He looks over the crowd and nods back politely to the young blonde.
Jan 27 00:54:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I'm not sure.", is replied in a soft tone, brilliant gaze flicking between his companion and the writhing crowd of club-goers. Head tilting to the side slightly in a questioning manner, he begin to study the stranger at the bar with a cool, analytical manner, the calculating sense visible within the pale depths of his gaze. One tawny brow arches slightly for a moment, then falls once more, the angelic mask of the youth's visage once more blank perfection. One lithe arm gently snakes up from a slender side, long fingers plucking the cigarette from the other man's lips in one deft motion. Bringing the item to his lips, a small inhalation, smoke flowing over full lips as he asks, "What do you see when you look into the crowd?"
Jan 27 00:59:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter seems to have a ready answer for this, and he hardly notices as his cigarette is hijacked. "I see humanity at its worst. The genius of humanity lies in the individual, not in the makeup of numerous faces. Every bad thing that human beings have created has been a huge wave, or a huge enlightenment, or some other change in pace made by the masses, waving torches and Bibles." Elijah moves to sit up, his eyes snapping open suddenly, sweat already forming on his forehead. "Oh shit, I need to go home. Work tomorrow...." He trails off, the strength to carry himself leaving his body as he simply slumps back against the angelic youth, passed out.
Jan 27 01:00:55 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Man-Bear-Pig appears.
Jan 27 01:14:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Peering down at the figure, the youth's head shakes slightly, though there's a trance of disappointment within the gaze. "Elijah, wake up.", is called out, followed quickly by a slow kiss to his lips. "Can you wake up for me?", is asked in a slightly louder tone. The slightest trace of a gentle sigh passes over petal-pink lips, the youth's head shaking, curls obscuring the angelic features. Legs swinging back down off the booth and onto the floor in a single smooth and easy motion, the youthful figure slides off the booth in a rather languid manner, one hand still clutching the cigarette between two fingers. Now standing, his gaze remains trained on his companion, a certain sense of wonder seeming to show throughout the willowy form.
Jan 27 01:18:49 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Excuse me," the big man says in a raspy voice, "I seem to have lost my lighter, could I borrow yours for a moment?"  He looks down at your sleeping friend, "Does your friend here need any help?" he asks almost retorically, since it's obvious the other man is passed out.
Jan 27 01:27:47 :: (GC) Endymion forced Patrick to score
Jan 27 01:32:20 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "He'll be fine.", is said in a rather casual manner, a certain sense of knowing tinging the words. Taking a few steps back into the booth, a lithe arm reaches over towards the passed-out form, a hand reaching into one of the man's pockets and drawing out a plastic lighter. Studying the item for a few moments, the item is quickly tossed over to the far larger figure as though the coating itself was on fire. "Keep it. I...think he's trying to...quit.", is explained in an awkward manner, the willowy form's gaze flicking out towards the crowd as the words are spoken.
Jan 27 01:37:14 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Cassondra art unleashed.
Jan 27 01:49:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Once more glancing at the figure in the booth, a certain sense of affection visible within the gaze, the youthful figure replies softly, "He only throws up if he snorts coke. He didn't, so he should be fine." The words spill out smoothly and as androgynous as the figure who speaks them. Holding a slight velvety tone, the candid nature of what's spoken seem truly earnest. Lapsing into silence once more, the willowy form sits down at the edge of the booth, perching neatly. One arm is drawn close to a slender torso, long fingers idly tracing the pattern of a visible collarbone beneath alabaster skin with soft, ghosting motions.
Jan 27 02:04:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Looking up at the man with an almost child-link innocents, the youth offers, "My name's Devon.", in return. Face still not showing any sign of emotion, another glance is cast towards the fallen companion. "If nothing else, this might be a valuable lesson. Sometimes the best form of teaching is through painful experience." Head nodding slightly, the already quiet voice lowers more. "My sister told me that." A certain sadness descends upon the figure now, the almost-forgotten cigarette being ashed, then brought to full lips once more. As a soft puff of smoke is inhaled, the youth's palm lays over the denim-clad lap, a series of cuts visible over it.
Jan 27 02:14:34 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: A tall, exotic woman walks 
Jan 27 02:18:01 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: A tall, exotic woman walks into the club. She pauses to look around as some man bumps into her and quickly looks up and smiles. Cassondra simply waves him aside as she moves further into the club. 
Jan 27 02:25:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Following the man's gaze in a rather glazed manner, the youth shrugs one broad shoulder, the thinness visible beneath the lightweight fabric of the black shirt. "Quick high. It goes straight to the brain, creating an instant rush.", is explained easily, the words flowing smoothly. There is a slight slur to them, though, seeming to increase with each word spoken. Long fingers curling tightly against the injured palm, the youth makes a fist, porcelain skin turning even paler in the process. "Some memories stick longer than others." Eyes never shifting from the fist, the willowy figure's eyelids shadow the gaze, long lashes casting spidery shadows over rounded cheeks.
Jan 27 02:34:43 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "It's a little dangerous," the larger man says, gesturing back toward the bar, "especially what with all the smokers in here, the place could go up like a bom."  Despite his seeming concern he takes another drag from his cigarette and reaches a long arm out to tap it on the ashtray.  "Are you alright?" he asks, suddenly realizing that your hand has been cut several times.  "Your hand, I mean..."
Jan 27 02:46:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming to be snapped out of a deep trance, the youth's eyes look upwards once more. Elegant neck craning slightly, Patrick is once more examined in a rather mechanical fashion. "I'm fine.", is offered in reply, the words slurring slightly as they are spoken. "I'm sure the club is fine too." The same quiet, unassuming nature remains about the waif of a teen, head tilting quizzically to the side. "I've never see you here before. Are you new to the club scene, or new to the city?" Once more a brow arches, punctuating the figure's words, though it quickly falls back into place.
Jan 27 02:52:59 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "New to the club," Patrick admits through a cloud of exhaled smoke.  "I've been meaning to pop in and see what the place was like for awhile."  He glances around at the throng and a wry smile twists his features, "Doesn't really look like my kind of place," he says with a small shrug of massive shoulders.  He puts his beer back on the table and runs the palm of his hand over his close cropped hair.  "It's a little upscale for me, I think."
Jan 27 03:00:49 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head still quirked to the side, the youth nods a few times. "Have you ever been to Club Hades?", is asked in a curious manner. Head readjusting, a hand brings the cigarette to full lips once more, a short drag being taken. Slowly, a small puff of smoke is released in a short stream. "Though...you don't look like the club type." Blinking a few times in rapid succession, one arm is pressed to the androgynous torso, elbow bent, long fingers slowly brushing against the youth's collarbone with a ghosting touch. However, the pressure is soon increased, nimble fingertips pressing more firmly into alabaster skin.
Jan 27 03:26:38 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Fingers still pressing against the pale line of the prominent collarbone the youth nods a bit, a few stray curls obscuring finely-drawn features. Firmly-pursed lips parting slightly, a gentle puff of breath is expelled, blowing the errant strands away. "I'm fine.", is insisted, in a stronger, more demanding manner than before, a dark glint showing within the brilliant gaze. At the same time, the rubbing motion intensifies, a short nail now being dragged over the slightly irritated area, a trail of red left in the wake. Bringing the cigarette back up, another light drag is taken before the half-spent item is tossed into the table's ashtray. Voice now calmed, though still holding a hint of intoxication, the willowy form insists, "Really, I am." Gaze shifting to the collapsed companion, the youth whispers something to the passed-out form.
Jan 27 03:39:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head turning away from the passed-out figure, the youth nods to the man in the same way that was used to greet him. "Bye Patrick...", is called out, just loud enough to be heard over the throng of people in the room. Cerulean eyes following the larger form wade through the crowd, the youth studies the man with a keen eye. Head tilting to one side, then to the other, the willowy form finally straightens, staring forward until the man is gone from sight.
Jan 27 10:20:14 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: A lone, nappy haired man in a straightjacket comes trapsing down the street. A broad grin upon his face as he movs along on all fours, ties and straps adding to the soft din of the night as they clatter.
Jan 27 13:01:14 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 27 13:36:52 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The Morgue of the Hospital is quite dead (Haha) at this time of the night/early morning. You lie on a steel table, in the center of the room, covered with a white length of paper that acts like a sheet. Were you to open your eyes, you would be able to tell that it is mostly dark on the other side of the paper, with the exception of a faint, glowing light.
Jan 27 13:43:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There is just one sound to be heard
Jan 27 13:43:31 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There is just one sound to be heard; the faint hum of a computer. There are no people speaking, for now, and nothing else that would denote that now would be a bad time to just get up and attempt to walk out of here.
Jan 27 13:48:52 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The room is dark, and filled with metal tables. Some of them hold cadavers, while other are emptied. Next to the exit is a sheet of glass that shows off a man in a white coat, who is watching a computer screen that is running some data or another. A camera is rotating back and forth near the exit, but slowly. You don't think it's recorded in your area since you got up.
Jan 27 13:59:55 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The man at the computer pauses, staring at the raw data on the screen for a moment, as if he heard something. He twitches, and then turns around, only to see Carl standing there, in a room that's been locked off and should contain nothing but dead people. He gasps, picking up the phone, "..Holy Balls..". Putting the phone to his ear, he says, "..We got a 202 in the Morgue. We've got a 202 in the Morgue!".
Jan 27 14:05:00 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The man doesn't seem to want to open the door, nor does he move to do so. Instead, he continues to speak on the phone, "..What in the Hell do you think I mean? I mean a fucking dead man just got up off the slab. Now get your ass down here and do something for one, Charlie..". He seems scared, to say the least.
Jan 27 14:09:36 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Carl manages to slide under the sheet again and go still (3 Successes), just as the lock on the door is clicked open, and Charlie comes in, dressed in his security get-up. Despite your sheet being askew a bit, he does get a bit of a dodgy look whenever the man behind the glass points at you, "..Dude! He just got back onto the table. No fucking way. I'm not going near that shit. You have to believe me..". Charlie seems skeptical, "..Is this some sort of a practical joke, Mike? You want me to kill you? I stopped masturbating to that coma chick in 301, for THIS?".
Jan 27 14:28:14 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Don't you fucking call me for stupid shit like this again. The joke's not funny..", Charlie states, poking Mike in the shoulder with his fat, stubby finger. He leaves the Morgue, locking the door again behind him, and wanders off. Mike, standing behind the glass, stares at the sheet covering Carl.
Jan 27 14:36:01 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Mike the Mortician seems to be scared for a moment, picking up the phone again. But then...he laughs. Hitting another speed-dial number, he waits for just one second, before speaking into the receiver, "Yes, Mr. Giovanni. We have another one in here. This is the second, this month. Should I lock him down, or let him go..?". After a deliberate pause, he lowers the receiver for a moment, "..You there. Fucky. What's your name?".
Jan 27 14:43:45 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..He's not cooperating, Mr. Giovanni. Yeah. Hold on one second..", Mike speaks into the phone, before lowering it again, "..State your name, sir. And then we'll talk.".
Jan 27 14:46:01 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 27 14:46:51 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 27 14:52:08 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 27 14:53:23 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..You obviously have no concept of what is going on here..", Mike states, before pressing the buzzer to open the door. He pulls the phone back up to his ear and mouth, and speaks again, "..His name is Carlos, he says. I can handle it from here, Mr. Giovanni..".
Jan 27 14:58:05 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The man lowers the phone again, resting it on his shoulder, before jabbing a thumb at the door, "..Three seconds to leave, before I lock it again. Scram..", before the phone is lifted up to the side of his face, "..He's being obstinant. Not a bright one. Maybe you should send Lazaro down here..".
Jan 27 14:58:43 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 27 15:10:48 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Carl tries the door, only to find that it's locked. Meanwhile, Mike, still on the phone, speaks again, "..He's not leaving. I'm going to put him down..". Phone resting on his shoulder again, the Mortician first presses a button below the desk, which begins to flash red, and buzz each time it does so. Secondly, he opens the bottom drawer of his desk, pulling out a handgun, "..You've got about fifteen seconds to get in here and dance with me, Mr. Carlos, before the heavy hands arrive..". (That's roughly two rounds).
Jan 27 15:45:32 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Ya mighta missed the toes, ya cracked everythin' else..." The woman commented in an amused drawl. Glancing up at the building once more, a hand was removed from her pocket and her middle finger extended to press against the nose piece of the glasses and push them back up into place. "I thought cops put injured officers behind desks..."
Jan 27 16:10:20 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The sound of the bike drew the woman's attention and she turned to look the machine over slowly before eyeing its rider. "Mhm..." The sound seemed to be one of approval as it was accompanied by a slow nod. However, the woman continued down the street..seeming in no hurry.
Jan 27 18:08:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA long, feathery cloud, dark grey as a pigeon's tail feather, drifts along through the black sky. The cloud's edges are tinged with the white luminescence of a full moon, and as the cloud drifts off into the night, the moon is slowly revealed sliver by sliver, a white marble hanging in the black canvas of the sky. Its light reaches the Earth far away, illuminating the eerie graveyard and its ominous collections of demonic and angelic statues. On one particular statue, a low, hunch-backed demon complete with horns and a snarling mouth full of jagged teeth, a well-dressed hispanic man sits. He wears a black suit, the back of this demon his throne. Both feet are settled firmly to the ground, his rear perched on the concrete statue, his back rising straight up in an example of perfect posture. A pair of black eyes stare up at the sky, the abyssal irises challenging the darkness of the night with their own blackness. The man's head is shaved, a black hand imprinted clearly on the skin of his sleek head.@
Jan 27 18:20:02 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Wandering the rows was a willowy shape, long crimson tresses fluttering softly behind the woman on the breeze. Pausing at one of the monuments, an angel with arms lifted aloft, the woman reached out to caress the stone before turning and continuing on. In that motion, emerald eyes danced with silver sparks as the light of the moon reflected off their depths. Catching sight of the man perched upon the effigy, the woman of mix-heritage smiled faintly. The Harpy was dressed in an elegant attire of years past. A dark purple corset accentuated her figure and a white, long sleeved peasant blouse with off the shoulder design hugged her torso while a flowing shirt of black and purple swirled about her legs, the ends caressing the uneven ground. "Well," She stated in a quiet voice. "Good evening."
Jan 27 18:26:32 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe full light of the moon was gone again, with the appearance of another stifling dark cloud. At this moment, as though signaled by the absence of white light, the hispanic man speaks without turning his head, his gaze, or any part of his body. "@rGood Evening, Miss O'Carolan.@D" Without actually looking at the woman, Kenneth raises one hand, dark eyes surveying the nails and fingers in a scrutinizing manner. "@rIt's quite odd to see another being at my meditative haunt. Most times, I've only the fallen angels and elevated souls of these unfortunate Medusa-stricken fellows around us.@D" With a smile he flashes his pearly fangs, barely noticeable in the darkness of the cemetery. The hand he had raised curls into a fist, swinging down to knock twice upon the back of his chosen seat, a gesture accentuating his words.@W
Jan 27 18:33:09 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...yes, well...I appreciate the peaceful reverie." The woman murmured as she took several steps to bring her nearer to another head stone with intricately carved doves forming a heart. "I do hope that I'm not disturbing you in some manner?" Perfectly sculpted brows arched slightly as the woman placed forth her query. 
Jan 27 18:39:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rI'm absolutely incandescent with rage, my dear.@D" He turns his head now, dark eyes searching for contact within the woman's as he offers a mischievous smile. "@rTwo is quite fine. Three can be handled. Four or more is simply preposterous.@D" The smile falls from his face, and his eyes rise once more, searching the inky depths of the sea of space above them. His hands press gently to the sides of the statue, holding the rest of his body up as his fingers tap a mechanical tune onto the sides of the hunchback beast.
Jan 27 18:45:21 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "You, my dear man, are quite charming when there aren't guns blaring all about." The woman looked up at him, meeting his gaze with her own silvered orbs. A small smile was offered before she moved one spot over to take a seat atop the back of a flat stone. "Will you be at court later? I must confess...I wandered out here to have a moment to center myself before the politics and lectures begin."
Jan 27 18:51:36 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth returns the smile, his head pivoting on the browned neck again, black eyes peering back at the woman. "@rIt is a matter of circumstances. Given this situation, as we've both taken refuge from our stifling duties, it feels rather refreshing to allow my tongue to stretch out and breathe the air of conversation.@D" He turns away now, the smile dissipating as his speech ends. A roll of his eyes entirely breaks the detached, courtly manner of his expression, and he 'tsks' gently before speaking again. "@rOh, lectures! How I dread them. Handling pistols and handling philosophy are two very different things. But... Which is dominant over the other? The bullet can stay the tongue, the tongue can sway the aim of the gun.@D"
Jan 27 19:08:05 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Along the stretch of North Fairfax, a steady stream of smoke rises from one particular individual sitting on the sidewalk. His back pressed against the brick wall of a nearby building, Elijah's legs are bent at the knees, a paperback book held in one hand, a burning white 'cigarette' in the other. Bluish-grey smoke swims around the thin waiter's body in hazy tendrils that lick at his uniform, crawling up the sides of his face as he exhales the pot smoke in massive lungfuls. His dark blue eyes watch the ugly print of the book intently, concentration swimming over his glassy eyes.
Jan 27 19:11:51 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man contemplates this comment for a moment, dark eyes still turned towards the heavens. His head is tilted upward, chin jutting out and catching the faint light of the moon. "@rPerhaps.@D" Kenneth's eloquent joking is thrown away as he looks back to the woman, his features serene, body poised casually against the statue. "@rI have to admit, there's something I respect about a man who takes over the reins of an administration such as ours, so fluidly. It's a wonder he hasn't claimed every position in existence. And for that, I do respect him, dear.@D"
Jan 27 19:17:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A slender arm was extended, wrist flicking slowly in a gesture that was both agreement and dismissal. Long lashes fluttered as stray strands of crimson were blown across her eyes by a light breeze. Retracting her hand then, the woman brushed back her hair and looked up at the man again with a light smile. "He has had enough practice in his years, I imagine." She conceded before pursing her lips in the manner of one who was sighing, save that no breath was released. "He and I have matters of disagreement on a personal and socio-political nature. On a business level, however, I do share your respect for the man. With a touch of envy, I'll add."
Jan 27 19:19:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Platform boots thud gently along the sidewalk, as a willowy form takes long, leisurely strides down the street. Cerulean eyes scan the area with an obvious sense of caution, though not in an overly anxious manner. A neat, black canvas messenger back is worn over one shoulder, the base of the item resting between the dip of a trim waist and the rise of a narrow hip. One lithe arm rest comfortably against the youthful form's side, elbow bent and hand clutching the bag's strap. The other hangs idly down at the figure's side, palm facing outwards to reveal what appears to be several deep cuts.
Jan 27 19:30:05 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DOne hand is raised to allow the hispanic man to stare at the fingers and nails again, a gesture of concentration. "@rI've never understood the petty aspirations of my peers. We've transcended humanity, dear. We're quite capable of leaving our vices at the door.@D" With that, Kenneth lowers his hand again, punctuating the end of his sentence as his eyes return to the night sky. "@rEfficiency can only be achieved with the mighty hand of unity. And if there's anything I aspire to, it's making our organization efficient.@D"@W
Jan 27 19:33:21 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Obvious recognition showing within brilliant eyes, the youth's head tilts to the side slightly as the scene begins to play out. As petal-pink lips pursing into a firm, straight line, eyes narrow somewhat. Strides speeding up considerably, a quick jog soon carries the willowy form over to the waiter and the officer. Considerable agitation shows as already stoic posture stiffens even more, both arms now hanging down at both sides, nimble fingers flexing and arching through the air. Piercing gaze now leveled at the larger, one-armed figure, the angelic visage has a clear sense of displeasure upon it.
Jan 27 19:34:23 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The black-haired man stares at his book for a few moments after he's spoken to, finishing the line he was on before glancing up. As the other man's presence is noted, his eyes return to the book in a dismissive manner. "I worked ten hours. I'm trying to kick back and relax, and I'm not hurting anyone. This is LA, bro. Go catch an axe murderer." He flicks ash from the end of the joint, the charred weed hitting the sidewalk and rolling off with the wind. "Besides, there are only two people I'd ever put my numerous mind-altering substances down for. My mother, and my boyfriend. My mother's dead, and you're not my fucking boyfriend." He glances to the side, watching Devon approach with a smile dancing over his stoned lips.
Jan 27 19:35:23 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Transcended? Perhaps digressed. I cannot speak for others but, I? Well...I seek personal perfection. And if another is better then surely I shall study them until I have surpassed them." A broad, sweeping gesture was given to indicate their surroundings and more. "This is the fate of the mediocre, the failures and the wonder workers of mortality." Those hands were drawn in to press her fingertips against her chest lightly. "I. You. He. All of us have different paths to walk, to be sure. But, my dear Sheriff, can you deny that to stagnate is to invite the universe's wrath as surely as to live with excessive flamboyance?" A soft laugh parted itself from her throat then and her arms were lowered to press hands against the stone. "My, my...philosophies at this hour..."
Jan 27 19:40:33 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth only has one reply to all of this, which he speaks in a tone entirely devoid of emotion, after listening to the woman's speech. "@rI'm afraid this is the only hour we may discuss philosophy.@D" He turns his head, watching the Irishwoman intently. "@rPersonal perfection is only worthwhile if devoted to a greater cause. Every man loses his strength without purpose.@D"@W
Jan 27 19:44:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes still leveled at the policeman, the youth's gaze now hold a dangerous glint. "Have you solved the murder in the apartment complex north of here?", is asked in a flat, emotionless tone. Blinking once, the action rather mechanical in it's motion, the willowy form begins to study the officer in a visibly analytical manner, a knowing gaze sweeping the man's form. A quick glance is aimed at the young waiter, a nod suggesting approval of his current condition. Attention turning back to the one-armed figure, the same flat tone continues. "How did you lose your arm?"
Jan 27 19:52:33 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rTo create order. Chaos is a ridiculous concept. If one group must control the entirety of the world, then so be it. Walls and borders are built for good reason.@D" His ready answer is released in silky, smooth syllables that carry the man's suave personality with each word. "@rNo offense taken, my dear. Quite the contrary. It's rather refreshing to speak my disposition, at some time or other.@D"@W
Jan 27 19:59:24 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh? Do so few query? With your position, I would imagine your peers would quite like to know. Then again," A hand pulled through her unruly tresses as she spoke. "They can be a skitterish lot at time. But Order, yes...an admirable goal." Those strange eyes took their time, caressing his form with a type of silent assessment before a smile once more curved her lips.
Jan 27 20:05:05 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth turns his eyes back to the sky, watching the shifting clouds above with silent fascination. "@rI tend to stay away from my peers. Collecting social acceptance is far more satisfying when it's with strangers, who know nothing of titles or power. Personality is the driving force behind all great men. And women.@D"@W
Jan 27 20:16:22 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man nods his head, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black slacks in a casual manner. "@rYou serve a significant purpose.@D" Kenneth doesn't elaborate on this statement, leaving one to wonder if he really means it at all. "@rYou're very welcome.@D"@W
Jan 27 20:24:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Arms rising from slightly curvy sides as fingers knead the air, the youthful form's angelic visage threatens to crack, obvious irritation showing within slightly narrowed eyes. "Just take the joint and leave.", is hissed out through clenched teeth, the words flowing out like velvet and venom turned audible. Fine jaw line visibly clenched, a step is taken so that the willowy form stand between the officer and the waiter. "Please.", is added as an obvious afterthought. Elegant neck arching in a rather graceful manner, the youth now stands in silence, unblinking gaze staring at the larger figure in passive defiance.
Jan 27 20:27:38 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His mouth opening as the joint is snatched away, Elijah frowns, the book still held in his left hand. After a moment of staring at the officer, his mouth closes once more and he shrugs, turning his eyes back to the book to allow the scene to unfold as it will. "Yeah, man. That was the last of it. I'm not doing anything, so just go flash your badge somewhere else."
Jan 27 20:30:50 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe well-dressed hispanic stands without responding, reaching up to adjust the black tie around his neck with practiced finger movements. "@rCertainly.@D" He falls in line next to the irishwoman, offering his arm in a gesture of courtesy.@W
Jan 27 20:34:37 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: A black and white rolls up, two officers get out and they pull a Rodney King on Elijah's stoned and munchy ridden frame... oh wait, sorry no no no... scratch that pose.
Jan 27 20:40:12 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe black-suited hispanic sheriff rolls into Elysium at Leannan's side, one arm entwined with hers. As soon as they step into the Elysium of War, Kenneth releases the woman and proceeds to the side of the room, giving every notable figure a stiff nod, and a quick bow to the prince. Other than this, the dark-eyed hispanic remains quiet and unobtrusive.@W
Jan 27 20:40:12 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: A black and white pulls up rather quickly, they must have been in the area.  Two uniformed officers get out and come to assist Donnie. One of the first things they insist on is that the crowd or any other people around, back off.
Jan 27 20:42:00 :: (GC) Luke rposed: @MLuke comes in slowly, and discreetly somewhat, taking a quick seat in the front, nodding to anyone who greets him.@n
Jan 27 20:43:00 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The crimson haired woman gave the Sheriff a smile in thanks before folding her hands in front of herself. This evening's attire was a black corset with deep purple accents, a long-sleeved, off the shoulder peasant blouse and a flowing skirt in the same color scheme as the corset. The Prince was given a small curtsey and a warm smile before the woman moved off to examine one of the carvings for just a moment, as though taking a mental notation.
Jan 27 20:44:59 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Enter, stage right:  Awesome.  Donovan enters into the Elysium, leaving his guns with the guards and extinguishing his cigar.  He steps foward slowly, the man dressed even better than usual, which was hard enough.  As he enters he greets everyone there with his trademark grin, and bows to the price, removing his hat.  He moves forward and takes a seat near the front as well a trail of smoke leading to him
Jan 27 20:52:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Letting out an obviously irate sight, the youth glances between the three policemen, then the waiter, mind obviously contemplating the scene. Willowy form still shielding Elijah, both are now lifted from slender sides, elbows bending so that forearms and open palms are held upwards in an innocent manner. A gentle breath is drawn, nostrils flaring in the process, then exhaled through barely parted lips. "Is there any way that he can just pay a fine for possession?", is asked in the same balanced and detached manner, tone growing slightly softer. Yet, at the same time, the youth's eyes hold an obvious sense of disdain.
Jan 27 20:53:43 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: One minute she's not there, and the next the Keeper seems to just fade in, from the blackness of the far tunnels where she's been hanging out far too much lately. As her title reflects, she properly greets any and all who have come to the Elysium for this special night, not screwing up or leaving anyone out.
Jan 27 20:55:30 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Ladies and Gentlemen, my friends, my blood.. my people" The Prince would say as he stood and bowed very deeply, "It brings joy to me seeing you all here, and it also pains me greatly for all those who are not here...I give you this open floor, speak freely yet be wise in your words"
Jan 27 20:56:55 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth remains quiet, staring at some dark corner of the room without displaying any active attention towards the proceedings.@W
Jan 27 20:57:41 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The Harpy, imagine that! Had nothing to say at this juncture. Rather, her eyes lingered over each individual in attendance..tarying longest over Prince and Scourge.
Jan 27 20:58:53 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I have something to say..", the Scourge admits, pushing to his feet with little trouble and an ample amount of grace. 
Jan 27 20:59:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter reads his book in silence, trying to drown out the scene around him with fiction. "Just lemme the fuck alone." His voice is faint, displaying exasperation, and after a moment of troubled reading he stands. The paperback book is deposited to his back pocket, hands rising and slipping around the protective youth's waist as he stares at the officers over Devon's shoulder.
Jan 27 21:00:47 :: (GC) Calyce echoed: The officers that come to assist take over, they get information from Elijah, no matter how uncooperative he was earlier, they write him the usual fine, give him an envelope to mail it into the courts with and then do a shitload of paperwork that they really didn't need added to their day.  They part on good terms with the waiter, even if they hurry off to a call of 'robbery in progress'!!
Jan 27 21:02:51 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I have something to say..", the Scourge admits, pushing to his feet with little trouble and an ample amount of grace. He pauses for just a moment, peering out and across those who are gathered, and perusing them with scintillating sights of gold-striated emerald, "..This might bore some of you. This 'Court' ordeal, and having to be here, when you obviously have better things to do. I for one, though, prefer the boredom of Court, to the excitement that those who skipped it...are going to be feeling over the course of the next few nights..". Pacing across the bottom step of the dais, and over to the other side, he continues, "..I've touched the pulse of this city's Camarilla, and I have heard the murmur. Some people wonder when help is coming. When this place is going to be taken back from the Anarch Population. When they'll no longer need to fear going out..".
Jan 27 21:04:00 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The gentleman just nodded letting th scourge speak for th emoment, but his eyes glanced around to see the othe r people's reactions
Jan 27 21:11:34 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Leaning against a rough cave wall, off to one side of the caverns, Nikita listens intently.  She's concerned about all this war and anarchs and such.  She shows no signs of flippance or boredom only rapt attention. He features are carefully neutral and she looks the picture perfect childe, or soldier for the Camarilla, or keeper, ah well - she just looks picture perfect for whatever occasion.
Jan 27 21:14:08 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding politely to the officers, the youth quickly accept the ticket from them, plucking the item from their hands as it's offered to the waiter behind him. Brilliant eyes follow the cruiser with an obvious air of annoyance and suspicion as it speeds off into the distance. Shifting slightly to eye his companion, one hand opens the messenger bag as the other slips the envelope in before closing it. "I'll take care of it.", is the only thing said on the subject, though the words hold the faintest sense of affection, the anger and disgust slowing fading into the night.
Jan 27 21:18:51 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe sheriff continues staring at the corner in a detached manner, allowing his back to be pressed against the cavern wall. A single weary sigh escapes his lips as Gareth begins to speak, though his eyes still refrain from offering the others attention, the hispanic is apparently deep in thought as he watches the dark corner of the room.@W
Jan 27 21:19:40 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman remained standing, almost statuesque in her elegant posture. Slowly, her head would tilt just slightly as the Scourge spoke. The motion complete, she fell into that unnatural stillness that only patience, training and a lack of a need for oxygen can attain. Leannan's features gave away nothing of her thoughts, rather her visage was placid though her eyes did watch the Englishman intently.
Jan 27 21:27:20 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Well let me tell you something. There is no help coming. There is no cavalry. There won't be one-thousand and one Kindred marching here from across the United States, to assist in driving the Anarch population out from it's place. We are it..", the Englishman states, with the Prince having given the blessing, "..You. You. And you. Even you, Senor Excitement..", he accuses, pointing at Donovan, then Leannan, then Nikita, and last, at Kenneth, "..You're what we have..", and then gesturing to the other Neonates that had, at some point, filed into Elysium and taken their place, "..Don't look for help. Look for solutions. We have a major problem here. We need Kindred who can fight. Fight on the streets. Fight in the Courts. It doesn't matter how. The embodiment of the Camarilla isn't sending help, because none of them believe that it can be done..".
Jan 27 21:29:46 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He continues to watch carefully, and letting him finish  
Jan 27 21:31:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Shifting within the arm about his waist, the youthful form turns a bit to look at his companion. "What book are you reading?", is asked in a gentle manner, one arm lowering to place a hand over the other man's. However, the faint sound of music draws the willowy figure's attention, his head tilting to the side until the familiar face is fully within view. A nod is offered to the girl at first, though upon receiving no response, attention is placed on the book in the girl's hand, a vague sense of interest dancing across angelic features for a moment. Peering at his companion from out of the corner of an eye, he falls still and silent, watching the other two keenly.
Jan 27 21:42:19 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rWith all due respect, Scourge, I doubt any of us were expecting the blare of trumpets and the arrival of cavalry.@D" Kenneth finally speaks, his well-deep, black irises shifting away from the corner of the room, first turned towards Nikita as he repeats her point, then back to the Scourge and Prince. "@rSenor Excitement is out of rockets, so if you expect any of these men and women to fight as you or I would, we'll need something more than our fists and fangs. I assume you've got some sort of armament lined up for the doughboys of our organization? Hmm? Pink-skins thrown into the front lines, is what most of us are, Warmaster. I'm sure you understand that better than any other.@D" Kenneth's gaze returns to the corner of the room, hands sliding into the pockets of his slacks, his expression never trailing from the detached form it had taken on early in the meeting.@W
Jan 27 21:42:29 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea's little world is shattered when she trips on broken concrete, stumbling, her arms flailing wildly. Suddenly she is snapped back to reality. She takes off her headphones, the music still blaring, and looks around quickly, hoping that no one saw her. She spies the strange kid and his boyfriend nearby, and squeaks out a sheepish "Hi."
Jan 27 21:45:54 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "He's right, they aren't coming" The Prince would simply say as he stepped off onto the top step from his throne, "This is our fight and our fight alone.. If we succeed we will all gain glory and power unknown.. if we fail" his words would trail off at this as he lifted a hand to brush some hair out of his face, "Well, thats not an option... We have been gathering resources and working on weapons, We can win this war if we fight smarter and more vicious.. I have all the faith in the world in you, and if I didn't then I would leave and allow this city to fall completely into anarch hands.. but this is MY CITY, and that won't happen...they can take our land, they can take our lives.. but they can never take what we stand for, or what we stand to gain and acomplish if we act as one... united under a single banner, vampire beside vampire.. Prince beside Neonate, i'll bleed with you, i'll kill with you... and if it comes to it i'll more than gladly die with you because I believe in each of you that much...
Jan 27 21:50:55 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The words of his companion draw a protective response from the youthful figure. Watchful eyes now following the girl's every motion, Devon's gaze holds a vague sense of exasperation when she trips, followed by a sense of relief when she once more climbs to her feet. Repeating the previous polite nod of silent greeting, the youth's attention is again drawn to the book clutched in her hands, curiosity tinging the next words spoken. "What are you reading?"
Jan 27 21:51:05 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I believe we can take this city back, we can make it better than it ever was... We can make the differance, WE can win this war and.. I have no doubts" he would pause and look to each person slowly, "Each of you bring something unique, and each of you have an indavidual goal and something you hate about another person in this room...those things are pointless if we have no place to live... If you all want to flee, flee.. You will not be hunted. However for me and my axe and my warmaster, we'll stay and fight.....Who is brave enough to stand when our world is against us? or have we all become so proper, so political and so ignorant that we forget what we are? The powerful...what shall we do?"
Jan 27 21:57:40 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah leans in, taking the cigarette from his mouth to kiss Devon's cheek, before turning and watching the girl closely, his gaze flickering back to Devon now and then. "I have to go. Work early tomorrow." He leans in once more, kissing the lobe of the youth's ear to whisper gently, before he takes off down the street.
Jan 27 22:01:32 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..If you believe, Kenneth, that none were under the impression that somewhere, somehow, help was coming, then you should put your ear to the ground a bit more, and listen better. If I didn't feel that it was an issue, then I would not have addressed it..", the lithesome, pacing Englishman states in a rather matter-of-fact tone, making this known to the Spaniard. After a moment, he goes on, "..And what else do you need to fight with? I apologize if supernatural talent isn't enough. I can't smash through a wall like most people. I don't move faster than most can see. Compared to most, the talents that I possess...are not those meant for war. At least, not the physical aspect. However, I still go out and fight. I don't use a gun. I use my mind..", and here the slightest of pauses is given, before he adds, "..Well, and at times, I use a sword. But that is a different matter all together.". Having addressed the Sheriff in an appropriate fashion, his emerald sights sweep the room again, landing on those wh
Jan 27 22:02:08 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Now the man stood and spoke, having heard enough.  The tongue that uttered the next few words was powerful and tinged with an intoxicating charisma.  "If I may, Noble Prince.  Many of you do not know me, as I ahve just come into the limelight, my sire having left his work to me.  But nonetheless, my dedication to our organization and it's ideals is steadfast as much as ny of you that have been here for centuries.  I was taught the mighty tenants of our sect, and taught the history of it and I can say I felt the mortal emotion Pride flow through me that I Was here.  And then, with the comin of the Anarch's every single thing we have ever stood for is being ripped away from us.  I take it you all understand what that means.  let me make it clear for some of you.  You will all lose your power bases, you will all lose your precious resources and your herds and your servants.  There will be nothing left standing here for us to rule over rightly.  The old saying is "Do not go gently into that good night."  
Jan 27 22:03:29 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: I intend to take that saying to heart and do what I can to save our standing and our influence here.  And I intend to do it more than just for that.  But to actually fight for what the Camarilla is.  And /THAT/ is the proper way of our society and the only way to survive in this time.  Do as I do my brethren, and do not go gentle into that good night.  Stand and fight with us!"
Jan 27 22:05:03 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As Devon nods a few times to the other man as he leave, the hand formarly upon his companion's is raised slightly, a small wave offered in farewell. "Be safe Elijah.", is said, voice just loud enough to be heard down the street. Eyes studying the departing form with the same vage sense of true caring, he tentitivly adds, "Remember that I care." The words have a sense of familiarity to them, as though said many times, their meaning growing each time they are spoken.
Jan 27 22:06:07 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..If you believe, Kenneth, that none were under the impression that somewhere, somehow, help was coming, then you should put your ear to the ground a bit more, and listen better. If I didn't feel that it was an issue, then I would not have addressed it..", the lithesome, pacing Englishman states in a rather matter-of-fact tone, making this known to the Spaniard. After a moment, he goes on, "..And what else do you need to fight with? I apologize if supernatural talent isn't enough. I can't smash through a wall like most people. I don't move faster than most can see. Compared to most, the talents that I possess...are not those meant for war. At least, not the physical aspect. However, I still go out and fight. I don't use a gun. I use my mind..", and here the slightest of pauses is given, before he adds, "..Well, and at times, I use a sword. But that is a different matter all together.". Having addressed the Sheriff in an appropriate fashion, his emerald sights sweep the room again, landing on those wh
Jan 27 22:06:09 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ..who are in the front seats, and briefly, on those who fill out the back ranks, "..The Prince is right, though. We are in a position that the Camarilla has not felt in an age. Pressed in on all sides from an enemy called the Anarch Nation, which, when quashed, will have it's place taken by the great, sweeping black wave known as the Sabbat. We stand on the brink of that point where legends are made, and people are broken. And I refuse to be one who is broken..".
Jan 27 22:06:48 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Now the man stood and spoke, having heard enough.  The tongue that uttered the next few words was powerful and tinged with an intoxicating charisma.  "If I may, Noble Prince.  Many of you do not know me, as I ahve just come into the limelight, my sire having left his work to me.  But nonetheless, my dedication to our organization and it's ideals is steadfast as much as ny of you that have been here for centuries.  I was taught the mighty tenants of our sect, and taught the history of it and I can say I felt the mortal emotion Pride flow through me that I Was here.  And then, with the comin of the Anarch's every single thing we have ever stood for is being ripped away from us.  I take it you all understand what that means.  let me make it clear for some of you.  You will all lose your power bases, you will all lose your precious resources and your herds and your servants.  There will be nothing left standing here for us to rule over rightly.  The old saying is "Do not go gently into that good night."  
Jan 27 22:07:04 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: I intend to take that saying to heart and do what I can to save our standing and
Jan 27 22:07:17 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: I intend to take that saying to heart and do what I can to save our standing and
Jan 27 22:07:56 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: I intend to take that saying to heart and do what I can to save our standing and
Jan 27 22:12:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: In his usual, strangely candid manner, Devon replies, "Almost getting arrested." His tone smooth, yet once more flat, the hand resting upon one strap of the massager bag gives the item a slight pat, long finger dancing over the material. Nothing more is explained on the subject though, brilliant eyes sweeping the girl's form with a keen and practiced eye. Elegant neck craning slightly, the gaze soon travels back to the book in the girl's hand, head nodding towards the item in silent questioning.
Jan 27 22:15:18 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Those painted lips pursed slightly at the rather patriotic speeches given. Slender hands lifted then to offer three short and strong claps before allowing her expression to relax into one of approval. Looking from Scourge to Prince, the Irish woman's silvered gaze still carefully avoided Donovan for whatever reason. "Bravo, and well spoken." She commented to all. No flowery words were added to the uprising. Though nothing possitive was added nothing negative was put forth either.
Jan 27 22:19:41 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Elegant neck craning slightly, the gaze soon travels over to the girl's bag, head nodding towards the item in silent questioning.
Jan 27 22:21:41 :: (GC) Nikita rposed: Frowning, and then pushing off the cave wall, Nikita just says it like it is for her. "I don't have the education you all have, I was raised on a cult-commune farm, and I've only been a childe of the flock for oh, 15 years or so.  All that to say, I have nothing to lose, if anyone should walk away it should be me, I have nothing here to fight for, no friends, no apartment, no property, nothing. Hell, most of you don't even say hello to me, except of course when daddy is present, then you do it just cause some of you are kissing his ass."  She smirks, "If I'm not walking away and not using my lack of experience as an excuse, neither should ANY of you." She particular stares hard at the younger vampires and the neonates assembled.  Then she leans back against the wall again, content to listen.
Jan 27 22:29:48 :: (GC) Devon rposed: In a rather off-handed manner, Devon casually explains, "Elijah was smoking pot in public again. I just have to pay his ticket." Expiation complete, his eyes now scan the book with a faint sense of familiarity. Soon, he asks, "Why do you read so much?" Almost innocent face now meeting the girl's own gaze, one tawny brow arches somewhat, only to fall back in place a mere moment later. Weight is gradually shifted from the thick heels of platform boots to the balls of his feet, willowy form obviously poised to move. The hand upon his own bag stays protectively in place, as he says, "I'm sure it's escapism. The ability to be someone and somewhere else." Gaze looking down the street, he continues, "If you want to see the gritty real world, follow me."
Jan 27 22:56:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Walking at a rather casual pace, taking long, precise strides, a willowy form approaches the bar with a hint of hesitation, pausing at the door for a few moments. Finally, one arm reaches around, a hand slipping into a back pocket to retrieve a handkerchief. The white square of folded cloth clutched in a palm, the item is used to protect pale flesh from the metal of the door. Finally opening it, the youthful figure slips through, boots thudding on the floor upon breaching the threshold. Brilliant eyes scanning the room with a hint of suspicion within them, the expression soon replaced by a vague sense of relief. Arm still extended, the door is still held partially open to usher someone else into the bar.
Jan 27 22:58:07 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Pacing to the other side of the dais, the lithe and striking Englishman raises a hand to stroke at the small patch of hair upon his chin, before speaking to Nikita, "..Hit and Run? Not at all. That tactic is what will get us killed. If, too soon, the Anarch population learns too much of our presence, then we will be killed, just as the last Camarilla was that had presided here. We shall wait. We shall gather. We shall learn. And then all at once, we shall strike them down! And then before they can recover, we will spot-sweep, and clean out the remnants..".
Jan 27 23:03:50 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A light smile would be directed at first the Keeper and then the Prince before the Harpy took a single step forward and inclined her head the blonde man to acknowledge his words. "Very well, my Prince." She murmured. "Tha can definitely be done." Her head was canted in Donovan's direction though her eyes remained directed elsewhere. "What do we know of them, to date?"
Jan 27 23:07:44 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: A sudden hush falls across the pool hall as the willowy young man enters the establishment.  Patrick looks up from his conversation with a small group of men at the bar when the door opens.  He lifts an eyebrow and twitches a smile when Devon steps through the door.  He raises a hand in a half wave and calls out, "Evening Devon," into the quite.  The large man pushes up from his stool and gestures to the youth and his still hidden friend.
Jan 27 23:13:13 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..We're not fighting an army. We can't look at it as if we are. This isn't a war against a people who are being tossed out by a Lord, and commanded to fight for a cause that none of them care about. This is a war that is being fought against a people who are defending their home. However, in doing so, they ofte--..", the Englishman starts with, before bringing himself to an abrupt halt. He sits there for a moment, with a musing look upon his face, like one caught in a revelation, before forcing himself to start again, "..In doing so, these people are a constant breach in the Masquerade, and that..is an endangerment to all of us..".
Jan 27 23:19:12 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Peering at the girl from out of the corner of an eye, the youth simply states, "When was the last time you were in a pool hall?" Not waiting for the answer, he continues, "I was going to take you to a crime scene, but I already have one ticket tonight..." The latter part of the sentence is left to hang as the willowy form walks idly towards the bar, greeting the much larger form with a simple, "Hello Patrick." The words are equally flat in their nature, but still fairly friendly. Head craned up slightly, his gaze studies the man for a few moments before looking at one of the walls with a rather critical eye, nodding towards it. "They fixed the hole."
Jan 27 23:20:31 :: (GC) Cassondra frozen by Endymion.
Jan 27 23:20:36 :: (GC) Cassondra un-frozen by Endymion.
Jan 27 23:24:56 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I would have though that to be clear.  What do you have in mind Warmaster?" Donovan says crossing one leg over the other intrigued--
Jan 27 23:32:12 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Donovan. I--..", the Englishman starts out, before falling back into a pause again. Once more his emerald sights gain a bit of a distant look to them, as if he were off in some far off land. After just seconds though, he puts himself in the right just long enough to admit, "..I..have something to attend..". This sounds nothing like something that he had meant to say, but nonetheless, he begins to walk from the Elysium without another single word to any of those who are present.
Jan 27 23:35:09 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I see.  Well, our esteemed Warmaster can contact me at anytime for whatever is necessary.  As can all of you of course.  My services are open to any Camrilla member without hold."
Jan 27 23:36:49 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Emerald eyes followed the Englishman's retreat and a light frown creased otherwise lovely features. Eventually a mental shrug was given and the woman allowed her gaze to drift across the gathered neonates, a few given meaningful looks before the woman spoke. "Will that be the end of our meeting then?"
Jan 27 23:38:38 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "It is, until further be well be safe and above all, know that I am here for you" The Prince would say reaching over to pat one of the dogs by him who seemed alittle uneasy as he did so, "Remember everyone, we fight for our freedom.."
Jan 28 00:04:48 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 28 00:16:51 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 28 09:55:40 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 28 10:32:53 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Catalina gets the Stone-Cold Stu--...Ice Cream!
Jan 28 10:47:50 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 28 10:55:19 :: (GC) Endymion forced Kenneth to look
Jan 28 10:55:43 :: (GC) Endymion forced Kenneth to prompt
Jan 28 10:55:46 :: (GC) Endymion forced Kenneth to look
Jan 28 11:05:35 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 28 11:06:12 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 28 13:08:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Through the noise and the crowd, the ebb and flow, the sleepless nights and the secrets they hold, one lone figure stands among the writhing mass of humanity. Yet, somehow, there's a sense of singularity about the androgynous figure, cerulean eyes panning the area with obvious attention being paid to even the smallest details. Arms hang down beside the figure, hands reaching out into the mass, then falling limp and lifeless. Pale skin reflects the brilliance of the lighting, seeming, for an instant, almost to glow.
Jan 28 13:15:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter reaches up, head shifting to the side for a moment as he loosens his blue tie, taking pressure off his neck. He scans the area again, a cursory glance given to each figure trouncing up and down the sidewalk. The light on the other side of the crosswalk begins to blink, signaling his chance to cross, but his dark blue eyes have caught on the pale skin of the angelic youth. He begins to move down the sidewalk, abandoning the crosswalk and its flashing light, towards Devon. The cigarette is brought to his lips again, smoke sliding from his nostrils and mouth.
Jan 28 13:25:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes looking over the crowd in an almost dazed manner, certain faces are picked out seemingly at random to be intently studied and scrutinized. From time to time, the youth's head tilts to the side, unblinking stare following a person down the street and almost beyond. No other motion is made, however, be it to follow someone or to walk away from the jostling. Rather, both arms rise from slender sides, stretching out as the youth's head leans back, gaze now pointing to the heavens.
Jan 28 13:37:09 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter continues walking towards his chosen destination, leaving the cigarette between his lips as both hands rise, fixing the tie around his neck as though trying to make himself presentable. He clears his throat, reaching up and plucking the cigarette away to ash it on the sidewalk, until he finally reaches Devon, staring at the other man from three feet away, observing how he watches the sky.
Jan 28 13:51:30 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Pale hands flexing as nimble fingers spread and reach for the stars, the dazed look within the youth's normally calculating gaze seems to become even deeper, a fugue-like state of entrancement surrounding the willowy form. As both lithe arms spread and angle themselves, they form a 'Y' shape against the backdrop of hazy skin and pulsating nightlife. Head thrown so far back that golden curls cascade down the entire length of an arching back, the delicate base of a flawless neck is bared. The exaggerated position only serves to beautifully accent by the pale figure's unique shape. The hem of the loose black shirt rising in the process, a thin strip of alabaster flesh shown to all who look.
Jan 28 13:58:23 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah remains silent, shifting the weight of his body as he ashes his cigarette another time. His dark blue eyes watch the youth's movements and position, an entranced smile spreading over his lips. Then he speaks, breaking the silence that had settled over him. "Someone might think you're on drugs." His voice is bland and emotionless, though the smile remains on his lips. He raises the cigarette, watching Devon closely through a haze of smoke.
Jan 28 14:13:39 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As eyelids lower to partially shadow the depth of the angelic figure's gaze, long, dark lashes cast webbed shadows over high, rounded cheeks. Full, rosy-pink lips part slightly to allow the passage of, "Hello Elijah." Sentence spoken, the air of silence descends over the figure once more. Body free from the rise and fall of breathing, the jostling of the crowd is the only movement made, as though there is a statue of cold flesh and blood in the middle of the sidewalk. Even half-shut, it's evident that a trance has once more fallen upon the private scene of the youth's own making. Quiet at first, though growing gradually louder, a gentle 'shh' noise is made, though, that too soon dissipates into the night. 
Jan 28 14:16:52 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah opens his mouth to reply, his blue eyes flicking upward to take in every detail of the youth's beautiful face. He closes his mouth without speaking, giving a shrug of dismissal before moving towards a building a few feet off, leaning against it to smoke his cigarette and watch Devon, as one would watch a play or a movie.
Jan 28 14:37:43 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Standing in the middle of the sidewalk in perfect stillness for just slightly over a minute, Devon blinks once. The slight movement acts as a silent cue, his arms bending at the elbow as they lower in one fluid motion, one wrapping about the dip in his trim waist. Long fingers flick aside the unbuttoned front of his over-shirt so that they can stroke a patch of skin left bare from jeans that barely cling to the narrow curve of his hips. The other arm remains over his slender chest, fingers dancing and tracing the line of his collarbone. Platform boots thudding gently on the ground, he slowly walks over to the other man, eyes fully opening as they focus with a sense of obvious affection.
Jan 28 14:45:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "You done then?" He asks, the grin returning to his face as Devon approaches him.  He takes the last drag from his cigarette, before dropping the smoldering thing onto the ground in front of him, one foot snaking out to grind the cigarette down with the toe of his black work shoe. "Is that your way to like... Release stress or something?" A black eyebrow rises on his forehead, and he remains leaning against the wall, waiting for the other man to come closer.
Jan 28 14:55:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Sill striding towards his companion, Devon's lightly shakes his head. "It just felt like the thing to do.", is the only explanation given. Hips swaying slightly as he walks, adding to the sense of androgyny that already surrounds the willowy form, he soon closes the gap. Sidling up to the warm figure, he gentle presses his body against the other man's, kissing him softly on the lips. Gradually, his gaze slides away from the waiter and back into the crowd, once more studying the faces in the crowd with extreme scrutiny. Eyes floating slowly from person to person, his lips begin to move soundlessly, one short nail scraping at his collarbone in the process.
Jan 28 15:02:00 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter allows his hands to rise, moving around the youth's body and embracing the other man gently. He returns the kiss, the smile falling from his lips, a more sober expression replacing the last one. "Fair enough." He replies, pulling Devon's androgynous form more closely to his own. "I'm sorry for the other night." His lips hover next to the teen's cold ear, warm breath spilling over the pale flesh at the side of Devon's face. "For passing out in the club."
Jan 28 15:13:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head softly shaking, the youthful figure's gaze once more focuses on the waiter. Head tilting slightly towards the other man, he in turn replies, "Don't apologize to me. Think of it as a lesson to yourself.", in a quiet, gentle manner. Body pressing closer, the youth's head tucks neatly against the other man's cheek and neck, giving a gentle nuzzle before backing away slightly. "What would you like to do with the night?", is asked in a somewhat louder timbre, head leaning quizzically to the side. His gaze finds the other man's, meeting it as he falls silent once more.
Jan 28 15:16:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: One hand lifts away from Devon's back, before rising towards Elijah's head. Two fingers extend, pressing against his temple before rubbing in a circular motion. "Eh... Wanna get some coffee? I feel weird... Haven't had a drink in two days." He shivers, using the same hand to pull both flaps of his jacket in front of his chest, before pressing against the youth and returning his hand to the other man's back. "Coffee sounds really good."
Jan 28 15:25:19 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes once more glancing around the street with the same sense of scrutiny, Devon's answer is given in a slightly distracted manner. "Coffee is fine..." As his tone trails off, he seems to remember something. Looking to Elijah once more, the youth states, "We were suppose to get coffee when we met." An almost surprised smile dances over his lips as the sense of affection floats across his angelic features and flares within his eyes. Though the expression quickly fades, there's still a difference in his velvety tone as he asks, "Do you remember that?"
Jan 28 15:43:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Matching the other man strides with ease, Devon's hand comes to rest upon the one about his waist, fingers gently caressing it. "I've had time to practice.", is explained, though the words come out slightly flat in their flow. Eyes flicking to his side from time to time, his gaze studies the nightlife with a vague sense of fascination. "So many faces, so many appearances...", is all but whispered, almost with a sense of awe as his boots thud softly against the sidewalk with each step taken.
Jan 28 15:52:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As they slip through the streets of the restless city, Elijah's gaze follows the youth's, in turn watching each face in the crowd. "You confuse me sometimes, Devon." He speaks slowly, gathering his thoughts as they move past the various buildings, taking his time to speak what's on his mind. His head turns, lips moving near the other man's ear. First he delivers a tiny kiss to the lobe, before whispering, "You say you're a killer, but I feel like you have a positive outlook."
Jan 28 16:04:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The already silent figure at Elijah's side seems to fall into a deep sense of contemplation, nodding a few times to nobody in particular. Thoughts gathered, Devon replies in his usual candid manner, voice low, but not a whisper. "You can be both at once. If a house cat toys with a mouse before killing it and bring it to you, do you think less of your pet? It played with the mouse for fun, killed it out of instinct, and brought it to you out of respect. Yet, it sits upon your lap, purring happily as you stroke its fur." Strides slowing, the youth turns partially to look into his companion's eyes, awaiting an answer.
Jan 28 16:14:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As they stop in front of the coffee shop and it's numerous patio chairs, tables, and customers, Elijah turns to face his companion, both hands sliding towards the other man's waist. "Uh-huh." He replies, tongue visibly pressed against the inside of his cheek as he thinks. "Point taken." One hand rises, fingers running through Devon's golden hair as he pets the other man comically. He moves his head forward, pressing his lips into the youth's as his smile dissipates. After this is done he leans back, and, taking in a deep breath, he turns to face the coffee shop. "Le Vie En Blanche." He reads off, butchering the name with his tobacco-flavored tongue.
Jan 28 16:39:29 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The door to the establishment opens as a tall woman, most likely overly dressed for this place, walks in. Glancing around the restaurant a bit, she raises her arm to check to silver band around her wrist before taking a seat at an empty table near Devon and Elijah(?).
Jan 28 16:49:44 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As they stop in front of the coffee shop and it's numerous patio chairs, tables, and customers, Elijah turns to face his companion, both hands sliding towards the other man's waist. "Uh-huh." He replies, tongue visibly pressed against the inside of his cheek as he thinks. "Point taken." One hand rises, fingers running through Devon's golden hair as he pets the other man comically. He moves his head forward, pressing his lips into the youth's as his smile dissipates. After this is done he leans back, and, taking in a deep breath, he turns to face the coffee shop. "Le Vie En Blanche." He reads off, butchering the name with his tobacco-flavored tongue.
Jan 28 17:23:39 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The humor of the 'pet' seems lost on Devon, a rather deadpan look crossing his features as the joking touch is given. However, any leftover sourness quickly fades as he's kissed. Nodding slightly to his companion, Devon repeats, "Le Vie En Blanche", in a perfect accent, the words rolling easily off of his tongue. Peering at the other man for a moment, he adds, "I don't think they serve alcohol.", in a rather candid fashion. A moment of pondering returns, "Which, I suppose is your plan." Not waiting for a answer, a handkerchief is removed from a back pocket and placed on the door, holding it open.
Jan 28 17:39:42 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The tall woman pulls out a small M.A.C compact and checks her make up for a moment before taking out the small, round sponge and dotting it around her upper cheek bones. She glances over to the two men walking past her into the restaurant, flashing them a polite smile as she turns to watch them enter. Cassondra mutters a slight, "Hello" to the smaller one as she simply steps to the side. 
Jan 28 17:40:17 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still using a handkerchief to protect his flesh from the door's handle, the youthful figure stand patiently in place, obvious waiting for his companion to enter first. The black-haired figure calmly walks through the door, though he doesn't stop at any of the tables, rather, he heads towards the bathroom, walking into the area and closing the door behind him.  Cerulean eyes following the other man's every move, the youth shrugs one broad, yet thin, shoulder, then lets go of the handle, willowy frame easily slipping through the small space left and into the cafe before the door closes behind him. Gaze now panning the room in an almost suspicious manner, each patron is studied with great care before a slight nod is offered to the establishment as a whole.
Jan 28 17:44:42 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman walks back into the cafe, glancing about for a moment, she spots to beautiful youth and approaches him. Her duster swirls behind her in the air as each step echoes on the groud. Pausing at the youth, she offers him a polite smile, "@rGood evening...@w" She says in heavily accented voice. 
Jan 28 18:06:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The humor of the 'pet' seems lost on Devon, a rather deadpan look crossing his features as the joking touch is given. However, any leftover sourness quickly fades as he's kissed. Nodding slightly to his companion, Devon repeats, "Le Vie En Blanche", in a perfect accent, the words rolling easily off of his tongue. Peering at the other man for a moment, he adds, "I don't think they serve alcohol.", in a rather candid fashion. A moment of pondering returns, "Which, I suppose is your plan." Not waiting for a answer, a handkerchief is removed from a back pocket and placed on the door, holding it open.
Jan 28 18:07:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The tall woman pulls out a small M.A.C compact and checks her make up for a moment before taking out the small, round sponge and dotting it around her upper cheek bones. She glances over to the two men walking past her into the restaurant, flashing them a polite smile as she turns to watch them enter. Cassondra mutters a slight, "Hello" to the smaller one as she simply steps to the side.
Jan 28 18:07:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still using a handkerchief to protect his flesh from the door's handle, the youthful figure stand patiently in place, obvious waiting for his companion to enter first. The black-haired figure calmly walks through the door, though he doesn't stop at any of the tables, rather, he heads towards the bathroom, walking into the area and closing the door behind him.  Cerulean eyes following the other man's every move, the youth shrugs one broad, yet thin, shoulder, then lets go of the handle, willowy frame easily slipping through the small space left and into the cafe before the door closes behind him. Gaze now panning the room in an almost suspicious manner, each patron is studied with great care before a slight nod is offered to the establishment as a whole.
Jan 28 18:08:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The woman walks back into the cafe, glancing about for a moment, she spots to beautiful youth and approaches him. Her duster swirls behind her in the air as each step echoes on the groud. Pausing at the youth, she offers him a polite smile, "Good evening..." She says in heavily accented voice.
Jan 28 18:13:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As the bathroom door closes behind the waiter, the light can be seen in the crack of the door, a sliver of yellow splashing light over the floor. The black-haired man disappears for a few minutes, and the facet can be heard within the echoey cavern of the bathroom. The water is turned off and on repeatedly, tiny splashing noises barely heard through the door, before suddenly the light is flicked off, leaving the crack beneath the door black. Even when this is done, however, the handsome waiter does not reappear.
Jan 28 18:14:12 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Studying the alluring figure speaking to him, the youthful figure's head tilts slightly to the side, one tawny brow arching slightly as brilliant eyes sweep her form with a calculating gaze. Blinking once, the brow falls back into place, though the youth's keeps giving the exotic figure an appraising look. From time to time, the inquisitive gaze does flick towards the bathroom, though it soon returns to its chosen target. "Do I know you?", is asked in a polite, though rather flat, tone. Head continuing to lean, a few golden curls stray, obscuring the angelic visage. Petal-pink lips pursing together, a gentle puff of breath is used to blow them back into place. Head straightening, an alarmed sense passes quickly over the youth's face as the bathroom is checked again.
Jan 28 18:36:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Finally the lock clicks, and the door handle slowly turns just as the door is pushed open. The waiter steps back into the coffee shop, slipping an arm into his jacket, followed by the other, before he shrugs the black garment back onto his thin form. The skin on his face is flushed and red, the result of a barrage of hot water, and he takes several deep breaths as his dark blue eyes search the coffee shop for his companion. He offers Devon a nod, blinking once, before heading towards the counter without a word. Elijah simply waits in line, clutching his wallet in one hand, and the bridge of his nose in the other.
Jan 28 18:48:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding once to the woman in a socially awkward manner, the youth takes a few long strides towards his companion, eyes studying the man with a hint of confusion. Once he reaches the other man, no words are said, though one of the youth's arms rises from a slender side. A wide palm being pressed to the waiter's forehead, light pressure is applied. "I think you feel warm.", is stated quietly, though the words hold a certain sense of urgency to them. Fingertips now almost digging their way through the man's forehead, a glazed look appears within brilliant eyes.
Jan 28 18:53:49 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's head is tilted down slightly as Devon's head is pressed against his forehead, and he closes his eyes, taking in another deep breath before stepping forward in the line. "I feel fine." He says, opening his wallet and occupying his eyes and fingers with the few crumpled bills inside. He glances to the side, eyeing the youth with an uncertain look, before his gaze travels towards the exotic woman for a single moment. Finally he approaches the counter, shaky fingers pulling a few bills out of the worn, leather wallet and offering them to the cashier. "Black coffee, please."
Jan 28 19:06:10 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman walks back into the cafe, her expression displaying clear frustration for a moment before she replaces it with her usual emotionless expression. She approaches the youth and her now companion. "@RI apologize, as I was saying.... Good evening, to you both...@w" She says with her accented voice as she smiles between the two. 
Jan 28 19:09:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Devon's palm remains pressed upon Elijah's forehead for a few more moments before it's carefully removed, arm pressing to the youth's torso and fingers running idly over a defined collarbone. Eyes once more traveling to the woman, he looks her over in silence again, giving her a curt nod. "What's your name?" Piercing gaze focused on the taller figure, the youth stares, unblinking, willowy form totally still save for the motions of a single finger. Nail pressing into the skin, a faint red line begins to appear in the pale flesh. 
Jan 28 19:13:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Once his drink is paid for, Elijah hovers at the counter to wait for his simple order, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. He flips open the top of the pack, two fingers dipping downward to grab the filter-end of a cigarette from the half-smoked pack. The cigarette is drawn halfway out of the pack, before suddenly the man frowns, shaking his head and dropping the cigarette back in. For nearly a minute his fingers repeat this process, taking up a cigarette only to deem it unworthy and place it back in the pack. A scowl is now clearly defined on his features, and even as his coffee arrives he only glances up with a frown of dismissal before turning back to the task of choosing a cigarette. "Elijah." He says without looking up.
Jan 28 19:22:00 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A dark glimmer begins to show within the angelic form's eyes, a strange mixture of humor and knowing. Pursed lips curling at the very edges, the ghost of a smile crosses the youth's face, only to vanish as quickly as it appeared, leaving behind an emotionless stare. "Devon.", is offered, gaze now locked on the woman with fleeting interest. "Nice to meet you.", is added in the same flat-but-polite manner, followed by a friendly dip of his head. Tone quite, almost gentle, it flows smoothly, a hint of velvet tinging the edges. As androgynous as the figure who speaks it, the words hold little hit as to the teen's actual gender.
Jan 28 20:10:37 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: Angelique smiles to the shim as she nods, extending a hand to it. "@RA pleasure, Devon....@w" She glances about the area and ponders, "@RI have an appointment at the Chanel Boutique in Beverly Hills but I've only arrived in the city last evening and have yet to find my bearings.@w"
Jan 28 20:18:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes glancing downwards to examine the current clothing on the willowy frame, the youthful figure slowly looks back up at the woman, blinking a few times before asking, "Channel-what?" A perplexed look passes though the youthful form's gaze, fingernail still digging lightly into the flesh covering the prominent collarbone, the angry red line growing in side and color with each pass. Weight is casually sifted from the heels of platform boots to the balls of the youth's feet, already stoic posture tensing slightly more. Still obviously contemplating the woman's comment, a bland suggestion of, "Beverly Hills is southwest of here.", is offered.
Jan 28 20:27:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter finally chooses a cigarette, slipping it out of the pack and between his lips. He closes the pack, puts it back in his jacket pocket, and turns to take his coffee from the counter. "Hi." Elijah says rather bluntly, giving the exotic woman more than a cursory glance this time. "That was weird..." He says, eyes pointed inward so he can stare, rather comically, at the cigarette between his lips. With that he turns and begins to put cream and sugar into his coffee. He adds in a tiny amount of cream, tastes it, and makes a sour face. A hint of sugar is added, and more cream, until he's found his concoction just right. "Want to grab a table, then?" His dark blue eyes peer at Devon over his slumped shoulder, one hand holding the steaming brown coffee, and the other holding a pink lighter.
Jan 28 20:28:23 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, the woman nods casually as she observes the youths every move. "@RChanel... It is a designer house.@w" The woman says as the man interrupts her, nodding her head politely, 
Jan 28 20:28:36 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: Brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, the woman nods casually as she observes the youths every move. "@RChanel... It is a designer house.@w" The woman says as the man interrupts her, nodding her head politely, "@RForgive me for intruding....@w"
Jan 28 20:43:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "You picked the cigarette on the left side of the pack, three in, didn't you?", is asked by the youth in a offhanded way, head turning slightly in order to peer at the waiter from out of the corner of an eye with a rather knowing look as the words are spoken. Elegant neck adjusting once more, the youth's gaze and attention once more focus on the woman. A polite nod or two are offered, but for the most part, the youth continues to look somewhat perplexed. Looking down at the offered hand, tawny brows furrow a bit, though without creasing the porcelain brow. "I don't...shake hands.", is explained quietly, voice just loud enough to be heard. However, still striving for manners, the willowy figure adds, "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about." One shoulder shrugs in a rather innocent manner as long strides carry the youth to a nearby table, though no attempt is made to pull out, or even touch, the chair.
Jan 28 20:49:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter moves towards the table, setting his steaming coffee onto its surface before quickly pulling a chair out for Devon to sit at. After this is done he takes a seat next to the other man, an ebony eyebrow raised as the question is posed. "Huh?" He begins rather dully, lighting the cigarette with the pink lighter before slipping the flamboyant thing away. "How'd you know?" He reaches forward, the end of his jacket, and the cuff of his dress shirt, pulling back to reveal a sliver of reddened skin on the man's wrist. He grabs his coffee cup before raising it to his lips to sample a bit of the drink. "You can have a seat, if you want." Elijah's voice is faint as he says this, casting a glance at the exotic woman over his shoulder.
Jan 28 20:52:44 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman considers for a moment and nods, "@RI already am late, I suppose they can wait till tomorrow.@w" She mutters as she walks towards the table causing numerous men to turn in their chairs to glance at the scantily clad, exotic enchantress. Angelique sits down opposite the pair and smiles at them both. "@RSo, are the two of you a couple...@w" 
Jan 28 21:00:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Just a theory...", is commented to the waiter in the same idle manner. Still staring at the chair as though it might be ready to attack, the youth's free hand drops down to a curved side, hand slipping into a back pocket. Two fingers soon reappear, having retrived the handkerchief. Arm moving back infront of the willowy figure, the cloth is unfolded, then draped over the back of the chair. Nodding at the spot, the youth's free hand comes to rest there, the other still rubbing at the same spot in a repetitive manner. "Yes. We are.", is stated towards the exotic woman, a hint of affection showing within the youth's eyes once again cerulean eyes peek at the handsome figure.
Jan 28 21:03:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The weary-looking figure simply nods in response to this, taking a long drag from his cigarette before exhaling the smoke off to the side, well away from the table. He takes up his coffee cup again, taking to long gulps of the steaming liquid before placing the cup back onto the table, emitting a tiny 'tink' sound. "So, Angelique. That's an interesting name. What country are you from?" Elijah's voice takes on an overly formal tone, as though this is his first normal, sober conversation in years.
Jan 28 21:17:00 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head tilting to the side Devon comments, "I've never been to Europe...", voice trailing easily into a question, "What's Chanel, and is that why you're in LA?" The words have little force behind them, though they still hold a tone slightly more commanding than an innocent teenage question. However, once the words stop flowing, the youth's full lips continue to move, eyes closing for a moment as though remembering or reciting something. All at once, the lip motions cease and eyelids rise, long lashes kissing the youth's alabaster cheeks in a long and lazy blink. Head leaning back slightly, the willowy form continues to watch the waiter with a keen eye, hand pausing in its scratching motions for a few moments.
Jan 28 21:22:40 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Greek? Cool." He leans back in his chair as well, glancing to the angelic youth at his left. "I haven't either." Elijah adds to the willowy figure's statement. He takes another few gulps of coffee, listening to the proceedings of the conversation with interest. He ashes the cigarette on an ashtray in the center of the table, before leaning back in his chair again and watching the Greek woman.
Jan 28 21:24:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Greek? Cool." He leans back in his chair as well, glancing to the angelic youth at his left. "I haven't either." Elijah adds to the willowy figure's statement. He takes another few gulps of coffee, listening to the proceedings of the conversation with interest. He ashes the cigarette on an ashtray in the center of the table, before leaning back in his chair again and watching the Greek woman.
Jan 28 21:26:55 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: "@RNo, Chanel is a Couture clothing line. They have boutiques throughout the world and one of them is located in Beverly Hills. It is one of the most prominent clothing lines and their head designer, Monseiur Karl Lagerfeld, buys his silk and other materials from one of my businesses and I happen to take a liking to their clothes.@w" She responds to the person sitting across from her. "@RAs far for my reason to be here, well... That is personal.@w" She says smiling. 
Jan 28 21:37:46 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding once to Angelique, be it in acceptance or understanding is left unsaid, the youthful form glances around the room upon hearing the door open. The figure is studied in the usually critical, yet detached manner displayed by the willowy figure. Head leaning to the side a bit, recognition obviously sparks within the pale depths of the often piercing gaze. Once more, the fingernail is drawn over the already irritated line of skin covering the youth's collarbone, though the repeative motion is left unoticed. Rather, the name, "Thea...", is called out in a soft, unassuming voice. Tone polite yet commanding, the youth continues to watch the girl with keen interest.
Jan 28 21:42:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter tips his head back, downing the last of his coffee before discarding the empty cup on the table. His attention is turned away from the exotic woman, blue-eyed gaze following the willowy youth's until he's watching the newly arrived girl as well. "It's the clumsy girl from last night." He says, his voice just loud enough for Devon to hear. He ashes his cigarette offhandedly, sights traveling from the angelic teen and back to Althea.
Jan 28 21:45:31 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: Turns from the pair to the newcomer, her eyes glancing over the woman casually. Angelique takes the new woman's appearance to mind as she gazes from her feet to her eyes before glancing to the pale teen, taking in her little habit of scratching her collarbone.
Jan 28 21:55:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head turning slightly so that Devon can glance at Elijah for a moment, the youth corrects calmly, "Her name is Thea. She's a friend of Johnny's." The last word has a hint of emphasis placed on it, flowing in a more velvety manner than displayed in the recent conversation. Head turning once more to observe the girl, the willowy figure calls out to her once more. "Thea, please come over here please." Once more, there's a hint of commanding in the question, though the words are still fairly soft and bland. The hand perched on the handkerchief covering the back of the chair rises, lithe arm reaching out so that long finger can beckon to the girl in a 'come hither' fashion.
Jan 28 21:56:04 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: Angelique glances to the youth, tilting her head. "@RShall I excuse myself?@w"
Jan 28 21:59:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter meets Devon's gaze, head nodding with a sober expression, before he looks away, the small hint of a blush apparent in his cheeks once Althea has spoken. He stubs his spent cigarette out in the ashtray, fingers dancing impatiently on his thighs, tapping out an endless, restless tune, before he gets his pack back out and flips it open, searching for another cigarette.
Jan 28 22:05:09 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Holding her coffee in one hand, the violet-haired girl rubs her bleary eyes as she walks over to Devon's table. She sets the coffee down and takes a seat. "Not a drop spilled," she says to herself, but clearly meant for Elijah's ears. She pulls the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands, then puts her arms on the table and rests her head on them, turning her head so as to still look at Devon.
Jan 28 22:06:53 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter stands, placing the chosen cigarette between his lips after nearly a minute of searching, a grimace on his face. "Need to get to bed. Work and all." He leans over, giving Devon a quick kiss on the forehead before pulling out his lighter and heading towards the door. The waiter turns back for a second, a flash of orange coming from the lighter as the tip of the cigarette is ignited, and he offers each person at his table a quick, courteous nod, before heading out the door.
Jan 28 22:13:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Blinking visibly while looking straight into the lighter, the youth abandons the table and walks over to the waiter with long, quick strides. Upon reaching the other man, a short kiss is planted on the man's cheek. Free arm rising gracefully from a curved side, a wide palm and long fingers caress the man's face with a light touch. Leaning into his ear, the willowy form nips lightly at the lobe before whispering something to the man. Nodding once, a step back is taken, eyes following the man out of the building and onto the street before his figure is out of sight. Only after this does the youth stride back over to the table, steps slower and more casual this time.
Jan 28 22:16:44 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: Angelique turns to the woman and smiles, "@RSince neither of them thought to introduce you.....  I am Angelique.@w" The woman says smiling as she awaits a response, "@RAnd you are...?@w"
Jan 28 22:30:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Once more returning to the table, composure as stoic as ever even after the somewhat personal moment, the youth slips back behind the same chair the handkerchief still rests on. One forearm perching on the cloth once more, long fingers arch and flex idly in the air. At the same time, the other arm rest between the dip of a trim waist and the flare of a wide hip, elbow bent so that nimble fingers begin to once more stroke the irritated skin over the collarbon once more. "His name is Elijah.", is stated in a somewhat firm manner to Althea, though the tone is far from rebuking. "Are you...feeling...alright." It's obvious that this sentence is strained, though not so much from lack of care than for lack of socilization.
Jan 28 22:35:57 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman glances between the two and smiles, feeling slightly out of place. "@RIf you both will excuse me....@w" The woman smiles and stands, checking her watch as she adjusts her outfit, flipping open the compact quickly to make sure her make up is proper as she heads for the door. 
Jan 28 22:55:08 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still obviously not willing to actually sit on any of the chairs, Devon settles for lifting up the handkerchief and walking around to the chair closest to Althea. Draping the white square of cloth over the chair's back, both wide palms are placed over the material, long fingers wrapping about the solid material beneath it. Forearms spread as far apart as the handkerchief's size will allow, they act as a brace for the willowy form. Head tilting to the side, cerulean eyes scan the girl with a vague sense of scrutiny. "Johnny is a...genius. As such, he has some... eccentric... behavior." One broad shoulder is shrugged, the thinness visible beneath the thin over-shirt the youth wears. Eyes breaking away from the girl to pan the room, he continues, "Don't worry. I'm sure he'll be around... when you really need him." Nodding in a rather vague manner, the youth's head straightens once more.
Jan 28 23:03:29 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As the crowds brush past her like a river of flesh, one lone girl stakes her claim to a slab of sidewalk. Her booted feet pace a definitive line near the curb, across the street from Next Door's Living Room, her slate grey eyes peering at it now and again. A thin, white wire runs from the inside of her ear to somewhere in the pocket of the messenger bag slung across her torso, her lips moving with the faint music but no voice ever crawling from her throat.
Jan 28 23:12:07 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: A tall woman pushes through the crowd, causing the heads of numerous young men to turn. She then crosses the street as there is a round of whistles and trashy pick up lines being shouted at her before she nearly gets hit by a car running the light. Cassondra begins to run to avoid it as her heel breaks and she slams into Ella. 
Jan 28 23:16:12 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A sound not unlike a frightened squawk erupts from the petite woman's mouth as her eyes snap open and she stumbles and finally falls, with a gorgeous woman sprawled on top of her. "Ohmyfuckinggod!" is the girl's immediate response as her frail limbs flail in her effort to get up from under this unexpected surprise. "Are you okay? Did you break anything? Did I break anything? Can I feel my legs? I can feel my legs! This is good, this is good," she pauses long enough to glimpse some camera flashes and hear the laughter and cat calls circling around, "Maybe this isn't so good. You know I bet we could totally end up on YouTube or some shit, right?"
Jan 28 23:22:22 :: (GC) Endymion forced Cassondra to ooc and you tell him that i'm in love with him, girlfriend!
Jan 28 23:24:22 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman stands and looks down at her heel before taking it off and looking it, cursing profusely in another language. She looks to the other woman, "@RAre you alright? And what is Youtube?@w"
Jan 28 23:27:49 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Pushing herself back to her feet, the small, pale girl straightens up and tries to arrange her clothes in a more suitable manner. Her hair is completely out of whack, falling in every which way over her face. "Ah, yes, yes, I'm fine. Fit as a fiddle," she glances up to share a lopsided smile with the obvious model. "Youtube! You know, the place -all- embarassing videos go to be shared with the world," she explains, spreading her arms out to the side with a giggle.
Jan 28 23:32:48 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Pushing his slender frame upright, the willowy form slips the handkerchief from chair back with a flick of the wrist. Neatly matching the corners with care, the item is soon partially folded. Giving a 'supportive' nod to the girl as a farewell, the youth walks to the door using the cloth to protect his pale flash, opening it just enough to slip through and out into the night.
Jan 28 23:32:57 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman chuckles slightly and then looks at her heel. "@RI can't believe that car made me break my heel.... They are Jimmy Cho's!@w" She then shakes her head, sighing.
Jan 28 23:36:20 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Grey eyes skip down to the taller woman's feet as the former cushion visibly winces, her rather unforgettable voice piping up in an apologetic tone, "Geez Louise, I'm sorry about that. Maybe I shoulda been paying more attention. If they are Jimmy Choo's, you might be able to get them fixed? Or maybe if you through enough of a stink they might replace them for free or give you your money back?"
Jan 28 23:39:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Long, precise strides carry a willowy form through the small openings created in the writhing mass of nightlife pulsing along the street. Each step brings the androgynous form further along, though there's a hint of annoyance within cerulean eyes, the piercing gaze aimed at anyone who bumps or jostles. Eyes scanning the crowd in an idle manner, the youthful figure pauses for a moment as a hint of recognition flashes through the appraising look, though it passes as the youth's head shakes a few times, continuing down the street.
Jan 28 23:41:42 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman arches an eyebrow, "
Jan 28 23:43:18 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman arches an eyebrow, "@RRight, dealing with that little queen behind the counter is enough to have a drink everytime I leave the store. I will just throw them out. I have another pair similar, I had an appointment with someone at the Chanel boutique which apparently no one in this city knows where it is at.@w"
Jan 28 23:47:04 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A hand rakes through the small woman's short hair as she purses her lips together, making a thoughtful hhhmmming sound all the while. "You know, I think maybe..." she begins to turn her head to the east and stops, mumbling, "No, no, that's not it..." She pauses again, this time peering west. "Isn't it down that ways a bit? I think I say Lindsay Lohan there a few days ago, or was that Kitson? I can't remember anymore. Those kids go everywhere!"
Jan 28 23:48:33 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman blinks at the smaller woman, "@RIts on Rodeo in Beverly Hills, I've only just arrived in the city last night.%xn"
Jan 28 23:53:05 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Really??" the lithe girl responds, both of her black eyebrows jolting upwards. "Where did you come here from? Was it Brazil? France? Italy?" she asks, her smile growing wide by the moment, carried all the way up to her eyes. "I would say Canada, but you don't look very Canadian," she adds, her head canting to one side as she furrows her brow.
Jan 28 23:56:33 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A rather wide grin splits the girl's face, her mouth appearing a bit wider than what would be considered proportionally correct. Her own hand snakes out, grabbing Angelique's around the wrist and shaking it as she would a business associate. "Glad to meet ya!" she exclaims before her warm hand releases the lovely woman's wrist. "I'm Ella..." she pauses before adding in a serious tone, "But you can call me... Ella."
Jan 28 23:58:23 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 28 23:58:41 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman nods to Ella and bows her head, "@RA pleasure to meet you, Ella. So, howcome you are not inside? Just here to watch people?@w"
Jan 29 00:00:25 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Why would I want to be -inside-? The good stuff always happens -outside-," Ella explains while crinkling her nose at the notion. "Besides, when the restraining orders will only keep piling up if I keep insisting on going inside the more interesting places," she adds cheerily, her grin never faltering.
Jan 29 00:05:16 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman blinks as the woman mentions restraining orders, "@RLike to cause some trouble, do you?@w" 
Jan 29 00:15:10 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman squints her eyes for a minute and then looks to the woman again, 
Jan 29 00:15:27 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman squints her eyes for a minute and then looks to the woman again, "@RSo, you are a photographer?@w"
Jan 29 00:32:18 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The door to the bar slowly opens, letting in the sounds of the street and a breath of warm air. Cautiously, a head pokes through the small entrance created, cerulean eyes scanning the room with a mixture of suspicion and appraisal. After a moment, the opening widens and a willowy form slips through. Platform boots thud gently on the floor, surprisingly quiet for their heavy size. One lithe arm hangs at the youthful figure's side, long fingers flexing and arching through the air. The other hand it holding the door open, a white handkerchief protecting pale skin from metal. Carefully, the door is released, closing behind the newcomer at the square of white cloth is neatly folded, ends carefully matched and each crease carefully pinched.
Jan 29 00:39:27 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Again, the intrepid photographer's dark eyebrows lift high on her forehead. "Are you related to Stavros Niarchos, by any chance?" she asks, adding in an aside, "He has terrible taste in women." A thoughtful expression crosses her face before she asks another question, "Or a member of the Onassis clan? Oh! Or maybe even a cousin to Paris Latsis?"
Jan 29 00:40:23 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A brief murmur rose from the gathered patrons, several of them nudging their mates and pointing at the new arrival. The stir didn't seem to bother the crimson haired woman currently stretched over one of the pool tables, lining up a shot. A black leather corset offset a pure white peasant top with off the shoulder cut. One leather-clad leg curled up as the female extended her reach further, the spiked heel of her boot nearly touching her rear as she balanced in place. A sharp crack sounded as the stick hit the cue and sent that ball spinning into another. Apparently self-assured, the woman didn't bother to check that the shot had landed properly, instead she took that moment to look around. A light frown tugged at her lips as she eyed the youth of unknown gender, recalling their last meeting. The and holding the stick was lifted  slightly and a small salute was given the other.
Jan 29 00:50:00 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: A gentle whistling announces the close presence of a man who is walking down Santa Monica Boulevard, with a cigarette pressed between his lips, and a newspaper in his hand. He's of a middle-age, about thirty or so, and is dressed as such. Black slacks, polished shoes, white dress-shirt, and a tie to match his bottoms. He's ignoring all of the sights and sounds that are happening around him, in favor of whatever article appears to have caught his attention.
Jan 29 00:51:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The folded handkerchief is carefully tucked away into a back pocket of a pair of jeans already snug-fitting across the bottom. Head tilting to the side in a quizzical manner, the youthful form looks at the woman with a deep sense of suspicion, brilliant eyes studying her with a critical, knowing eye. There's a mechanical sense to this appraisal, the expression upon the angelic visage detached, though not indifferent. One tawmy brow raising slightly towards the woman's salute, the youth only nods polietly at her, more in general acknowledgement than an actual greeting. After several long moments, the youth begins to casually wander the room, eyes studying the other faces with interest.
Jan 29 00:56:30 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A smirk curved those plus lips and the woman shook her head slightly. Around the female's slender waist a chain hangs low, touching on her hips. As she moved around to take her next shot, the dangling end of the chain jingles faintly against her leg. The initial exchange given, the Irish woman focsed once more on her solo game. A biker approaches, rough and unshaved, and deposits a drink on the edge of the table before leaning back against a nearby wall to watch the woman's game.
Jan 29 00:59:50 :: (GC) Althea rposed: The door swings open to reveal the black-clad form of a girl, carrying a large Starbucks cup. She motions towards Devon, a slight smile on her face. She walks confidently across the room, completely unaware of the scumminess of the pool hall, to greet her friend.
Jan 29 01:00:37 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Almost instantly, Ella's eyes grab ahold of the wandering newspaper officianado, an almost wicked gleam entering her bluish-grey eyes. She clears her throat audibly before responding to Angelique, "Yeah, I bet our awkward, flailing limbs all over each other will make it into the top-viewed videos for at least a day, though I don't think it'll be because of me. More than likely, just from the cameras all around us."
Jan 29 01:05:02 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Oh what a beautiful shiiiithole. Oh what a beautiful niight..", Adrien sings out, more to himself than to anyone around him. A long, hard drag is taken from the cigarette that is perched between his lips, even as his dark sights peruse the expanse of the Los Angeles Inquisitor, the most infamous sci-fi tabloid in all of the entire city. Worn openly, a silver flask is attached to his belt.
Jan 29 01:10:41 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Keen gaze flicking towards the new arrival, the youthful form watches the girl with an almost protective eye, casting a cautious glance towards the alluring figure playing pool. Already stoic posture stiffening even more, the willowy form strides towards the black-clad girl, steps swift and precise. Both lithe arms hang down at curvy sides, deft fingers flexing and arching through the air. A polite nod is offered to the familiar face, along with a quiet, "Hello Thea." The words slide smoothly over full, petal-pink lips, though there's a certain flatness in the youth's tone, as though the figure doesn't do much talking. Willowy form carefully placed between the girl and the woman, the youth is angled to watch both with ease.
Jan 29 01:14:24 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Letting out a faint sigh and shaking her head, at what could be anyone's guess, Ella peers up at Angelique. "It's hard to say really. I mean there are all sorts of places open still, it just seems the rich and famous actually don't party like lunatics much on Mondays. You could always go shopping? You do have a pair of heels to replace! Or, um, go to a more-than-likely-empty club?" She bites on her lower lip a moment, her astute gaze following Adrien, "I'm sorry, but I really have to go. It's kind of important and I'm afraid I might forget, though that probably isn't likely," she rambles on while fishing out a small card from her messenger bag with one hand, passing it to the lovely woman, "In case you're ever in need of a professional photographer. It's easier when the pretty ones call me first so I don't have to follow them all night," she giggles.
Jan 29 01:14:26 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: No real attention would have been given the other female had the androgynous one not reacted in a familiar way. As such, the Irish woman twirled the stout stick in lithe fingers before looking over to the man who had brought her a drink. Not bothering to speak, the woman just arched a brow at him and canted her head slightly. Receiving a shrug in response, the woman waved a dismissive hand at the biker..chased with a pout. Reaching out, the drink was taken from the edge of the table and lifted to painted lips while silvered emerald eyes studied the pair near the door.
Jan 29 01:17:30 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Playing a game, huh?" the girl says lamely. Despite her dress conforming to the rough standards of the place, she seems out of her element, a certain vulnerability or innocence shining through. "Have you seen Johnny around?" she asks Devon, a shadow passing over her features as she mentions him.
Jan 29 01:32:52 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Angelique is gifted with a broad smile from Ella as the small paparazzi replies, "Done! Call me whenever you're free and I can go over what I have and all that. My schedule is usually pretty flexible, one of the perks of the job." She takes a few steps backwards and offers a small wave before diving into the mass of people lingering on the streets, going in the same direction as Adrien.
Jan 29 01:36:38 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Pushing through the crowd without being really rude about it, Ella manages to catch up to Adrien, though she doesn't say anything at all to begin with. The grin she'd been wearing while talking to Cassondra has all but completely melted away, leaving in its wake a moreforeboding sort of frown.
Jan 29 01:36:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking slightly, another glance is aimed towards the red-haired woman before the youth replies, "No I haven't seen the seer around tonight." Though most of the sentence is spoken at a volume just loud enough for the girl to hear, the title is delivered in a slightly louder manner, extra emphasis placed on the word. Pausing, the youth's gaze quickly sweeps the girl in a calculating manner, a soft puff of breath flowing over rosy lips in a sound much akin to a sigh. "How long have you been looking?" While there's no true affection, or even caring, in the youth's gentle but flat tone, a certain sense of responsibility ghosts over the angelic features. Weight shifting from the heels to the balls of platform boots, the leather creaks softly from the motion.
Jan 29 01:40:33 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A sparkling laugh is given at the pointed manner with which the youth spoke the title. Shaking her head, unruly crimson tresses were sent aflutter before the glass was once more raised to tinted lips and a sip of the liquid taken. With an almost negligent gesture, the one woman concluded her game with a one handed shot before flicking her wrist to send the stick into the air. It was neatly caught by her companion. A slow smile was given to the androgynous one before the woman walked towards the pair, her gaze lingering over both people, before walking past them towards the bar and not looking back.
Jan 29 01:44:39 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea's gaze drops to the floor. "I haven't seen him in a while. Well, I saw him a few days ago, but he was acting so weird. He said his name wasn't Johnny, he didn't know who Johnny was..." She sighs, suppressing tears. She knows that Devon will not give sympathy for sobs. "I just don't know what to do. I'd rather have to deal with someone like Elijah getting in trouble for smoking up in the street than worrying who my boyfriend is from day to day - if he's around at all."
Jan 29 01:53:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I'm sure he's fine...", is muttered out in a rather distracted fashion, the youth's eyes once more drifting over to the woman. Gaze shifting back to the girl and looking into her dark eyes, the willowy form states quickly, "Hold that thought. I'll be right back." Gesturing over to a vacant table, pale hands make a slight shooing motion. "I'll...be right back.", is called as long strides are taken towards the woman, the youth's delicate jaw clenching visibly as a sharp breath is exhaled through flaring nostrils. Upon reaching the striking figure, the willowy form leans in whispering something to her. Face as beautifully blank as ever, there's agitation within cerulean eyes, going down into their pale depths.
Jan 29 01:59:31 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Tilting her head to the side slightly, the woman listened quite politely. As the other finishes speaking, the Irish female laughed and turned to face the youth. The amusement did, indeed, reach those silvered orbs and the smile she offered was rather friendly. With respect for the other's seeming desire for hushed tones, her reply came in a whisper. Once she had finished speaking, Leannan leaned back once more and arched a perfectly sculpted brow in question.
Jan 29 02:12:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: One tawny brow arching slightly, a realization seems to dawn upon the youthful form, eyes taking on an almost inspired appearance. Looking at the woman with a sincere expression, the youth asks aloud, "I'm not good with...personal issues, and since you've seen Johnny more recently than me, would you mind talking to her with me?" Taking a step aside, the willowy form gestures to the girl in a polite, almost gracious manner. "If, of course, it's not a bother." Face still holding no real expression, a glance is passed between the two females in a silent gesture. One arm wrapping neatly about the dip between trim waist and curving hips, the other continues to move as though ushering the woman forward.
Jan 29 02:17:05 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mm?" Both brows lifted in tandem now, but after a moment the red head nodded and tossed a smile to Devon before plucking her glass up once more and heading over to Althea's chosen table. "Hullo, there. Care for a drink?" Were the first words spoken to the other woman. Left hand swirled the liquid in her own glass while the right reached up to tuck back a few errant strands of air.
Jan 29 02:26:18 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Following closely on the woman's heels, the youth adds in as gentle a way as can be manager, "I heard what happened between Johnny at the Frenchman. I think that he was probably slipped something. I'm sure he just wants to sober up before seeing you." The words come out in a surprisingly even timbre, the youth seeming shocked by the words. Throat clearing softly, "He does care about you. He told both Elijah and I that.", is added as a seeming afterthought. 
Jan 29 02:31:25 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A gesture from the Irish woman brought the biker who had lingered about her earlier to her side. "Get the lady a drink, mm? Whatever she'd like." Was spoken with only the tiniest of glances over her shoulder at the man. That done, the woman offered a smile to Althea. "Men are weird like that, yanno? The poof he was with that day, he likes to play games and start drama. He walked up and soundly kissed my last boyfriend. Ended up messy..cops were involved. Anyway!" Waving that old topic off with a flick of her wrist, the woman watched the other for a few moment before tilting her head towards Devon. "Your friend here's probably right. Odds are that Johnny's ashamed and embarrassed by his own actions."
Jan 29 02:39:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "At least he's not a stalker.", is added into the discussion in the youth's usual blunt and candid manner. "He's a genius. Great minds are eccentric." Eyes scanning the area as though searching for an answer, the willowy form finally offers, "Elijah and I... are a good example of... up and downs?" The words are obviously plucked almost at random, though they're quickly elaborated upon. "I still need to pay his ticket. And... I think he's picking up my bad habits." As though on cue, a stretch of an elegant neck reveals the redness marring the alabaster skin over the youth's collarbone.
Jan 29 02:57:18 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding in an almost mechanical manner, the youth calls after the girl, "Good luck Thea.", the words coming out as flat as the rest of the angelic figure's advice. Brilliant gaze following the girl's form out of the bar and into the night, a certain sense of duty and obligation sparking within the icy depths. Once the girl is well out of ear-shot, the youth turns to the woman, stating, "Thank you for the help. I would have made her worse." The latter part of this statement holds an undeniable sense of honesty, though no shame for having or admitting the weakness.
Jan 29 03:01:40 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, hardly. You would have done fine, I'm sure." The woman put forth. When she turned to look at the other, a light frown still marred her otherwise pretty features. The expression was quickly washed away by a pleasant smile. "I'm Leannan, by the way. Christian mentioned your discussion to me but little else."
Jan 29 03:08:59 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Staring at the woman for a few moments, the youth nods slightly. "We had some business arrangements together, but this city seems to have...disbanded them." Head tilting to the side in a quizzical, almost quirky manner, the youth's voice smooths out somewhat, holding a velvety tone that adds a distinctly masculine timbre. "What I'd like to hear more about is this issue with Guillaume. Things that trouble the Seer himself trouble me even more." Though by no means imposing, there's a more business-like demeanor about the willowy figure now.
Jan 29 03:16:31 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Picking up the other woman's discarded stick, the Irish woman nodded slowly to the being near her. "I wonder what your association is with Johnny then, but...one topic at a time." Her tone had the sound of a verbal shrug to it as she lined up a shot before speaking again. "Guillaume has been making a spectacle of himself to the amusement of a photographer. I don't know if this has anything to do Johnny, but I rather doubt it. It was on Santa Monica and the affections seemed distinctly one-sided. Definitely due to outside influences. The Frenchman seems to enjoy swaying men and woman alike simply to sate is boredom."
Jan 29 03:26:01 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding with a sense of grave disapproval, the youth's eyes narrow as a visible shudder runs though the willowy frame, eyes closing for a mere moment as though to either see something, or block it out. "I would say that something needs to be done about things like that. It's not just dangerous, it's useless." A gentle breath is exhaled slowly through full lips, eyelids and long sooty lashes casting shadows over the youth's gaze. "I think I know who the reporter is as well." Following this, something in a foreign tongue is said, a certain determination surrounding the willowy figure now, all traces of the momentary disgust having vanished. "Though, I'm sure I'm not the only one who thinks this."
Jan 29 03:31:43 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Guillaume's actions, past and present, have earned the man few friends." Glancing to Devon along the length of the pool stick, there was a deep glint of anger within those emerald depths, the silvery accents sparking in an unrelenting manner. "He is not on my good side for forcing my hand in a certain game I have become entirely too entrenched within. The reporter, do you know her name? If she has associations with that one, she is one to watch."
Jan 29 03:44:35 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I'm not positive of the reporter's identity, and I'm not going to throw an innocent party into this." Pausing in obvious contemplation, the youthful form mutters, "Though, I have a feeling that everyone should read the tabloids more."  An almost wistful look entering the gaze now, it draws out the words, "It's funny how truths twist into 'lies'." Striding towards the door in a rather casual manner, the willowy form continues to keep an eye on the woman. "Thank you.", is said in a genuine manner. After a moment's hesitation, the youth's voice lowers, "Carl and Jack favor this bar.", is said in a hushed tone. Another polite nod as a lithe arm snakes around, nimble fingers plucking the handkerchief from a back pocket. The cloth is used to shield the hand from the door as it's pushed open.
Jan 29 03:53:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Elegant neck arching to peer over a broad shoulder, the youth offers a slight wave, the gesture stiff and stoic in it's motion, though still genuine. "The same to you. Enjoy your night." Turning back around, the youth opens the door and slips through the smallest spaces possible, the handkerchief being whisked away just before the door fully closes. The square of white cloth is carefully folded, as the willowy form walks down the street, fading into the night.
Jan 29 10:49:11 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Donnie
Jan 29 11:00:06 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Fortang
Jan 29 11:13:19 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Endymion
Jan 29 11:27:47 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Faristil
Jan 29 11:27:48 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Faristil
Jan 29 11:28:08 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Fortang
Jan 29 11:28:59 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Endymion
Jan 29 11:29:00 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Endymion
Jan 29 11:29:00 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Endymion
Jan 29 11:29:01 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Endymion
Jan 29 11:29:01 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Endymion
Jan 29 11:29:01 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Endymion
Jan 29 11:29:02 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Endymion
Jan 29 11:37:10 :: (GC) Fortang votes for Endymion
Jan 29 15:44:16 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Jan 29 17:27:14 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Winding expertly through the mass of people, the Irish woman moved at a casual pace with her phone pressed to her ear. Painted lips parted to allow speech to pass, though the words uttered were in a foreign language. Attired this eve in fitted black pants with many silver buckles and a simple red halter top with a leather half-jacket, the woman would almost have looked out of place had it not been for the high end labels and the grace with which she carried herself. One slender wrist was lifted and turned to allow a glance at a small silver watch before the phone was snapped shut with a few quick parting words. Crimson tresses were sent fluttering as the woman shook her head before allowing her gaze to scan the milling forms around herself.
Jan 29 17:32:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DAgainst the massive blur of lights, palm trees, passing automobiles, and flamboyantly dressed people is a mass of red, a chevy Nova parked next to the sidewalk on the stretch of Santa Monica Boulevard. Orange light cascades down the top and front of the car from an overhead lightpole, illuminating the car's body, and the well-dressed figure leaning against it. Kenneth is decked out in his usual black garb, his tie tucked neatly in front of his muscled arms, which are folded casually over his chest. A pair of black sunglasses are slipped over his eyes, the multitude of lights and people reflected in their dark depths. His shaved head gleams with the luminescence of the street, a cold and rather impassive look on his face. His eyes are hidden behind the lenses of the sunglasses, but it's obvious that the man is alert, watching all who walk down the street.@W
Jan 29 17:37:03 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The car caught the woman's attention first, its frame quite familiar by now. A small smile curved the woman's lips as her emerald orbs slid over the metallic surface before transferring to the vehicle's owner and lingering over his form in turn. A faint click of heels against the pavement, predominently drowned out by the sounds of city life, brought the woman towards the man and his car. "Good evening." She greeted with an inclination of her head.
Jan 29 17:41:45 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DIt isn't clear if Kenneth is watching the woman or not, the rather stoic form of his sunglass-veiled face remaining still, but he does return the greeting. "@rEvening, Mrs. O'Carolan. I see you've spotted my beacon.@D" His expression does not shift, nor does anything remotely associated with a smile appear on his face. His arms remain crossed, legs slanted to support his body. "@rI admit, it's a little flashy. But black is a rather dangerous color for this vehicle.@D" Now his head turns, and he breaks the fold of his arms to raise one hand, a single finger pointing outward to push the sunglasses up and reveal his dark irises peering at the Irishwoman. "@rAnd besides, next time I get blood on the hood I won't have to worry about some pock-marked teenager scratching the paint with his mouth metal at the car wash.@D"
Jan 29 17:46:30 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh? Was I married at some point?" The woman mused at his chosen prefix for her name. There was faint amusement in her tone. Looking down at the vehicle once more, painted tiers would purse for but a moment before she spoke once more. "Oh no, this particular model looks best in sanguine hues. Or chameleon paint, but such an affection is the realm of a show car and not one that actually sees proper use." One hand extended to gesture to the Nova though she did not actually touch it. 
Jan 29 17:51:49 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man pulls his finger away, allowing the sunglasses to drop back into place as a smile spreads over his lips. "@rI suppose you may have been, yes. No telling quite how old all these women are nowadays, running around with mountains of makeup on their faces, and tissue in their brassieres, hmm?@D" Kenneth glances away, face pulling into a frown as one hand is raised to allow him to examine the nails of the hand. "@rOf course, I'm not speaking of one such as yourself, m'dear. It seems you've wrung the class from the decaying skins of your ancestors, and yet hold onto your dignity.@D"@W
Jan 29 17:56:38 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Left arm extending, the woman flicked her wrist in casual indication of the people on the street. "Such is the manner of these times, hmm? So many people so sick and sad inside, hating themselves... And so they pretend to be people that they perceive as loved instead. How silly..." Pausing a moment, she chuckled softly before continuing. "Though, I suppose that the need for forgery in every day life benefits those of our particular persuasion."
Jan 29 18:06:31 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods in response, lense-covered gaze shifting to watch the passing crowd with the same stoic look. "@rYou've got a point there. Survival of the fittest, hmm?@D" Kenneth's arms adjust themselves over his chest, his entire body getting comfortable against the side of the car. "@rOne man's flaw is another man's meal ticket.@D"@W
Jan 29 18:09:52 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mhm, exactly so." The woman replied with the same faint smile that seemed to be so trademark. "As long as one remembers themselves, their purpose and their manners in proper company..." A light shrug was given, shifting the leather about her shoulders. "Oh, speaking of company!  Tell me, if you would, what do you know of a Carl and Jack? So many surnames rise to meet these that I am a bit hard pressed to pick any one out. They were mentioned together, however, and I had wondered if the pair was known to you?"
Jan 29 18:14:07 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man stares straight ahead, remaining silent and still for a long while after the irishwoman speaks. One finger rubs gently on the side of his arm as he contemplates, before finally his voice snakes out of his mouth again. "@rPerhaps this is a conversation for another time.@D" Kenneth says this, and falls silent for nearly a minute afterward as his veiled gaze endlessly scans the crowd. "@rIf you're referring to the same person I have in mind.@D"@W
Jan 29 18:27:21 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rWell, I'm certainly interested in what you have to say. We'll get together soon and discuss things.@D" Kenneth slides his hands into the pockets of his black slacks, before pushing away from his car and opening the door. "@rBut for now, I've got to spray paint an anarchy sign onto the side of a McDonald's, and label myself as 'troubled'. Have a good evening.@D" Kenneth steps into his car and starts the engine, before driving off without another word.@W
Jan 29 18:29:32 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Kenneth
Jan 29 18:29:56 :: (GC) Kenneth votes for Leannan
Jan 29 18:30:25 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Kenneth
Jan 29 18:31:30 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 29 19:04:26 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The tired-looking man dressed in the waiter's uniform from the other night enters the  building, sliding into the crowd and heading towards the bar. He's abandoned his work uniform in favor of a pair of blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a pair of black bracelets on his hands. On each ear is a set of a black, spiked earrings that hadn't been there before, giving this weary man a more wild look about him. He sifts through the crowd of dancers, heading towards the bar with his wallet in hand as he takes a seat, deep bags sitting under his blue eyes.
Jan 29 19:06:24 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The club is somewhat busy for a Tuesday. Patrons take turns getting drinks from the bar as a tall woman stands amongst them near the entrance simply observing the ongoings of the this local club. An amused look crosses her face as she simply watches all the men and women become more and more intoxicated.  Noticing the man from the other night, Cassondra decides to be more social and places a hand on his shoulder, "@RWhatever he has this evening is on me...@w" She informs the bartender as she smiles to the man, "@RGood evening...@w" 
Jan 29 19:15:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter looks up slowly, hardly startled by the hand on his shoulder. He blinks twice, staring into the woman's face before offering a somewhat false smile. "Thanks, but that's alright. I can handle my own drinks." The smile slips from his face as he opens his wallet, hunting for a few bills in its worn depths. "Angelique, right? How are you?"
Jan 29 19:21:50 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man stops, staring at the woman for a moment with his tongue sliding around his cheek thoughtfully, before he lets out a defeated sigh and slips his wallet away. "Alright. Thanks, then." His dark blue eyes search for the bartender's, and he speaks a solemn "Rum and coke." Before looking back to the woman. "Yeah, just got off work an hour ago. Thought I'd come... grab a drink..." A dark mumble follows this.
Jan 29 19:26:30 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: Angelique tilts her head to the side as some her hair falls free, "@RWhat was that last part?@w" She says accepting her multicolored martini from the bartender.
Jan 29 19:29:30 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The black-haired man shakes his head, taking up the rum and coke with his right hand before tipping the glass back and gulping nearly half the thing down in one go. "I said I thought I'd come grab a drink." He raises his voice over the sound of the music as he says this, before taking another gulp of his drink. "I haven't had one in a couple of days, actually."
Jan 29 19:39:04 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman purses her lips at the man as she arches an eyebrow, "@RVery well.... As you say. Salut.@w" She says holding her glass up to the man and proceeds to wet her lips with the martini, taking a miniscule drink before glancing around the club. "@RNo boyfriend tonight?@w"
Jan 29 19:45:09 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The glass is raised again as Elijah takes another considerable amount of alcohol from its depths, before he lowers the drink. His elbows are propped up on the bartop, head lowered slightly in a dejected manner as his voice flows from his mouth, dark and faint. "I guess not." He replies, peeking over his shoulder at the occupants of the club, before turning back to face his drink, watching the condensation collect on the outside of the glass. "How're you liking LA's nightlife?"
Jan 29 19:51:48 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman casually watches the man's mannerisms, almost as though she is casually studying his despair as would a predator study its prey. The woman lets the corner of her mouth form a smirk, "@RI am getting accustomed, though... In  Europe and the east coast,  there is something going on every night of the week whereas here. So far, nothing has been going on but it is not yet the closer to the weekend so I do not have room to judge as of yet.  I did finally make my appointment.@w" She turns to face the man full on now, "@RYou do not strike me as the gay type....@w" She says with a unplacable grin on her face. 
Jan 29 20:08:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah remains huddled down in his fortress of depression, until the woman's lips brush his ear, and he leans in the opposite direction of her, looking alarmed. "I.... I don't.. know. There's just something about him." After Elijah recovers from this seductive attack, he looks up at the bartender, clearly determined to get a proper buzz. "Can I get a couple shots of Vodka, please?" Now he turns back to the exotic woman, his expression dark again. "It would be hard to explain my feelings for him."
Jan 29 20:13:59 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman arches an eyebrow at the man at his reaction, "@RJumpy?@w" She then nods her head and smiles, "@RI find the States to be less kind to gay men but accepting of lesbians whereas  Europe, you are who you are.....@w" She then grins and looks over to the bartender and nods to him, as he swipes her card again.  "@RIs this the only place that is entertaining on a Tuesday?@w" 
Jan 29 20:28:01 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man rolls his shoulders into a kind of lazy shrug again, knocking back a shot with a practiced motion. "I don't really feel gay. I'm just kinda.... Eh, I don't know. Maybe I'm gay." He chuckles, knocking back his second shot. "There are other places. I don't really know them all, I'm pretty new here as well. Used to live in New York." He takes a look around the club, dark blue eyes giving a cursory glance to the mass of dancers, before he looks back to the exotic woman. "I'm sure there are fun places, but I don't really bother. Work every day and all."
Jan 29 20:45:03 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man glances up, shrugging, before slipping off of his stool and following the woman.
Jan 29 20:47:39 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: As they leave lightning flashes fill the sky as Cassondra looks up. A warm wind blows from the south as her hair and duster blow with it. Turning to Elijah she smiles, "@RWell, then.... Which direction?@w"
Jan 29 20:51:48 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The black haired man follows the woman outside, slipping a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. "I know this kind of cool place, Club Hades. Wanna check that out?" He flips open the pack of cigarettes, frowning at its contents before choosing a cigarette. He slips the thing between his lips, putting the pack away and retrieving the pink lighter from the pocket of his jeans. "It's just down the street."
Jan 29 20:53:27 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: Angelique smiles and nods as she watches Elijah, "@RAfter you, sweetie.@w"
Jan 29 21:02:48 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As he takes a seat at the bar, Elijah glances back, a raven-colored eyebrow raised as one hand dances up to play with the black spikes of hair on top of his head. "
Jan 29 21:06:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As he takes a seat at the bar, Elijah glances back, a raven-colored eyebrow raised as one hand dances up to play with the black spikes of hair on top of his head. "I was referring to Dante's Inferno. You know, the Nine levels of Hell?" He shrugs, putting a few dollar bills on the bar top while ordering a beer. "Life's depressing. Shit's fuck up." His nimble waiter's fingers twist the cap off of his beer, before he raises the bottle to his lips and takes a rather loud gulp. "I just take the time to properly brood."
Jan 29 21:11:53 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman grins and nods, "@RIf I had that mentality, I would of killed myself a long time ago.@w" She then is grabbed around the waist by a man who shoves his face in her neck. She simply grabs his wrist and swirls to look at him, whispering something that apparently sends the man scurrying back to his counterparts. Turning back to Elijah, "@RSo rude... Anyways, perhaps hanging out in dreary places such as this doesn't help your mood.  You have to find the joy in life or spend each night wishing it was your last.@w" 
Jan 29 21:15:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter simply frowns, holding the beer in one hand, his other hand resting on a denim clad thigh. His dark blue eyes watch the little scene unfold with disdain, until finally he shrugs off the woman's words. "Everything isn't happy-go-fucking-lucky, though." He shakes his head again, taking another long gulp of beer. "These places are better than my home. Or my work. Fuck, there are no good places, let's be honest."
Jan 29 21:20:23 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He nods his head once, before pushing his elbows onto his thighs, shoulders hunched, head tilted downward. "Yeah, I know." As though on cue, he raises the beer bottle and takes another long drink, letting out a little breath after the neck of the bottle has left his lips. "Why can't we drink forever..." His voice is barely audible, and his question is posed more as a statement to himself.
Jan 29 21:21:17 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: The woman tilts her head to the side, "@RAnd, if you could? Drink forever that is....@w" 
Jan 29 21:23:34 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of the beer in thought. "Then I would." He leans back, pressing his back against the bar to support his body as one hand rises, rubbing his forehead in a soothing manner. He closes his eyes for a moment, drinking the rest of his beer in silent contemplation, before blinking open his eyes and observing the exotic woman.
Jan 29 21:37:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The black-haired man turns his head to face the exotic woman, quickly pulling his hand away from hers with a scowl. "Everything, man. This world is a fucked up mess." With that he takes a step into the crowd, not bothering to look back and see if the woman is following him. He navigates the sea of dancing people, barely keeping his feet with the influence of alcohol.
Jan 29 21:38:54 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: As the man leaves, a woman pops up seemingly out of nowhere. Cassondra raises a hand to her as she disappears, while Cassondra pushes herself off the bar and follows the man. Tapping his shoulder, "
Jan 29 21:39:09 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: As the man leaves, a woman pops up seemingly out of nowhere. Cassondra raises a hand to her as she disappears, while Cassondra pushes herself off the bar and follows the man. Tapping his shoulder, "@RLets get you a cab home... Shall we?@w"
Jan 29 21:47:41 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man stumbles out of the club, already fumbling in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. He takes a few steps down the sidewalk, before stopping and leaning against the outside wall of Club Hades. Deep breaths are taken as he searches for a cigarette in the pack, apparently trying to decide which one is the right one. "Fucking fuck. I shouldn't have..." Each word comes out in a drunken slur, his eyes glazed, dark bags sitting under either eye.
Jan 29 21:53:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He shakes his head, pushing away from the wall and moving further down the sidewalk, a cigarette hanging limply between his lips. "Nothing. Thanks for the drink. I'll see you around."
Jan 29 21:56:54 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 29 22:14:51 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Pushing her way through the crowd with practiced ease, Ella manages to catch up to Adrien before he disappears on her again. She walks maybe a half-step behind and to the side of him, not saying anything at all at first. Instead, she tries to peer over his arm to glimpse what he might have been reading.
Jan 29 22:37:03 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Drifting through the crowds as she's known to do nearly every night, Ella doesn't seem ready to capture that all-too-precious celebrity shot should it make itself available. Her camera is tucked away inside of her messenger bag and she's ditched her usual red Converse for a pair of knee-high boots. Instead of the normal cargo pants and t-shirt, she instead has decided to don herself in a soft blue-green sweater dress and a pair of black tights. Catching sight of the ever elusive Occultist in his native habitat, Ella weaves her way towards the back of the bench.
Jan 29 22:40:31 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Shouldn't you be working tonight?", Adrien asks, sitting there on the bench with a rather thoughtful look upon his average face. He doesn't seem to be up to his usual antics, this evening, which is odd in and of itself. A cigarette, however, is perched upon his thin lips, as if right and proper. With a lack of a breeze, the thin trail of smoke drifts into the air, solid and unhindered.
Jan 29 22:41:54 :: (GC) Adrien votes for Ella
Jan 29 22:42:02 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 29 22:45:27 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A faint smile comes to Ella's generous lips as she hoists one shoulder in a nonchalant shrug. "See, that's the thing with this job. Make the hours you want, but if you don't make enough hours you won't get the shots that make bank. I guess I'll just have to make up the hours this weekend, which will be wild since it's Mardi Gras." Both hands curl around the top of the bench as she leans forward over Adrien's shoulder, her head tilting to one side. Her voice drops to a whisper, "One of the witnesses spoke with me."
Jan 29 22:49:39 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You're in the wrong part of the United States, if you want to experience some fuckin' Mardi Gras, lady..", Adrien admits, pulling the cigarette from between his lips, and ashing it onto the sidewalk, right at his feet and right where a small pile has formed. The graveyard for several past nicotine-murders, "..How the fuck did you find a witness? And what did they say?".
Jan 29 22:54:20 :: (GC) Ella rposed: That smile only grows wider as Ella grants Adrien a sidelong glance from the corner of her eyes, "I'm just -that- good," she whispers before standing up straight again. "Anyhow, yeah I've followed some of those celebs down to New Orleans, and I've heard many a-tale about the ones in Brazil and Venice, but never been to them myself." She pauses to catch her breath, only to peer down at her companion, "You're one elusive guy, you know that?"
Jan 29 23:02:34 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Well. When there's a shit-lot of people that want to fuckin' fuck you over, you learn to keep it on the low low..", Adrien states, romancing his cigarette again, but just for a moment, "..And Brazil. It's good, I guess. If ya like fuckin' Brazilians.". He, this whole time, hasn't stopped staring across the street, at some point that is of obvious interest, "..So what did you learn?".
Jan 29 23:11:42 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: When the door opens, Patrick turns from his conversation to observe the newcomer, his lips purse in a silent whistle when you come through the door.  He watches the door for a few moments as if expecting you to be followed by someone else, but when in a few moments no one else enters, he slowly spins on his stool, keeping you in the corner of his eye.
Jan 29 23:15:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A slow wink was given in the former priest's direction before the woman began to rack the billiard balls. Seemingly oblivious to any other attention then, she moved to pluck up a pool stick and bit of chalk. A circuit round the table was taken before the Irish woman leaned down to line up the initial shot.
Jan 29 23:17:57 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Without stopping his vigilant watching of the pool hall across the street from where he is sitting, the thin man with the unkempt hair just smirks a bit, the expression crooked upon his face, "..A tail, huh? A fucking tail? If I could tell you just how much fucking shit I deal with, that has a Goddamn tail..". This is murmured, before he adds, "..Better than nothing, though. What else did she look like?".
Jan 29 23:23:25 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Without stopping his vigilant watching of the pool hall across the street from where he is sitting, the thin man with the unkempt hair just smirks a bit, the expression crooked upon his face, "..A tail, huh? A fucking tail? If I could tell you just how much fucking shit I deal with, that has a Goddamn tail..". This is murmured, before he adds, "..Better than nothing, though. What else did she look like?".
Jan 29 23:29:55 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Closing her eyes, the petite woman with the dark hair begins to delve into her memories. Her lips press into a taut line as she pulls forth the images once more, a small tremor touching her body for only a moment. Breathing out a long sigh, she whispers in response, "She was tall, taller than the other women there and looked to be no older than twenty. Her hair was so blonde it was nearly white, though her skin was pleasantly tanned. She was, by far, the most beautiful woman in the club and with no scars from plastic surgery, she seemed to be all natural, too. The eyes, though. Those eyes were eerie. A dark blue with an almost..." she pauses, a confused look crossing her face, "a pale blue star around each iris. Must have been contacts or something, but those glowed in the lights of the club." With a shake of her head, her eyes snap open again and she stares across the street as well, falling oddly silent.
Jan 29 23:32:38 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Wild Baali has appeared!
Jan 29 23:32:41 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Fight.
Jan 29 23:32:44 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Run.
Jan 29 23:32:48 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Item.
Jan 29 23:32:55 :: (GC) Cassondra rposed: Diva.
Jan 29 23:37:54 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Damn..", Adrien admits, breathing out, as if he'd been holding his breath for the description. Several moments of silence pass, before he revelates, "..I'd hit that..". He pulls the cigarette from his mouth and allows it to drop onto the sidewalk, before crushing it with his shoe, "..You didn't get her phone number too, did you?".
Jan 29 23:40:48 :: (GC) Ella rposed: One of Ella's hands rise, ringers out straight, right behind Adrien's head. With a deft flick of her wrist, she whaps him upside the head and harrumphs. "Yeah why not? What are you using your brain for anyway? Let Super Robo-stripper have it," she remarks, drinkling her nose down at him.
Jan 29 23:52:45 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The sound of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle can be heard approaching from the west, the light of its single large headlight shining forward along the street through the little darkness afforded amongst the throngs of people under the lights of the street lamps overhead. Upon its back sits a tall man with broad shoulders and a black bandana, his dark eyes ever focused forward before turning into the parking lot of the Pool Hall to park the bike.
Jan 29 23:59:15 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The bike slows to a halt in one of the few empty spaces of the lot before the man allows the engine to die as heavy boots are placed against the asphalt to either side. Large fingers slip up to the key, turning it and releasing it from the metal grip of the ignition before dropping it in his pocket. Once this is done he stays where he is for just a moment, regarding the pool hall with a hint of interest before standing to swing a foot over the bike. A rattle of chains welcomes the crunch of those same boots again as he stands, raising one hand to tighten his bandana before turning to approach the hall itself at an even pace that would soon lead him inside.
Jan 30 00:04:07 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The entryway swings open to permit the access to a tall man with broad shoulders, his dark gaze sweeping across the hall itself with a glint of that of a child in a candy store. His leather clad arms rise to cross over his chest before taking a few steps inward to study the crowd and general atmosphere of the main room before tilting his head slowly at the sight of the smaller red head and the large man playing pool. A small smirk forms on his lips and he chooses to approach at a slow pace.
Jan 30 00:10:13 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "I guess so," Patrick says with a smile down at you.  He looks over the table with a faint frown before measring the angle of a shot with his cue.  He nods to himself slightly and settles in to take his shot.  He taps the cue knocking his ball into the pocket, but leaving a bad set up for his next shot.  He straightens up and picks up his beer, taking a sip without bothering to remove his cigarette.  He looks over at you and smiles, "Yeah, these tables are tricky like that," he says shaking his head slightly.
Jan 30 00:14:51 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The glass was lifted to ruby lips and the woman took a sip. Leaning against the pool cue, she shifted her weight with the motion, the chain wrapped around her hips in lieu of a belt jingling faintly as the trailing ends rush against her thigh. "Good to know you're in my corner on this one, Patrick!" The woman fairly beamed at the man humoring her. As her back was to the door and her perceptions were...less than world renown...she had yet to take note of Christian.
Jan 30 00:19:37 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The rattle of chain on chain is the only thing that announces the tall man to the crimson haired goddess as he stops behind her. Fingers lower to brush against the chain about her waist to trail back slowly as he circles around to gaze down at the pool table, "Hmm, pool is it? I take it the big guy's losing?" He tilts his head to the side, eying Patrick for a moment as if appraising something...almost as if a slowly becoming favorite toy, "How are you today Patrick?"
Jan 30 00:28:22 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The touch seemed to startle her and the woman bounced slightly with the surprise. Laughing softly, she leaned back against him for a moment before he moved to peer at the table. "Either you're sneaky or I'm secretly blonde..." A smirk and a tilt of her head directed the comment to Christian before the woman's gaze cut back to Patrick and her tongue was stuck out in response to his suggestion of being sharked.
Jan 30 00:31:29 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The long haired man's lips curl slowly in a small smile as he raises his hand to grip the other man's briefly, "I was wondering Patrick. How much do you know about bikes eh?" He asks slowly, allowing the other man to break the shake. His grip was firm yet not overpowering, "Whether it be sales, mechanics, or the general crowd that rides them." To the last bit he raises his free hand to wave about in a slow motion that indicates the rowdies in the pool hall as well as a few of the cleaner men.
Jan 30 00:58:52 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Thank you, lover." The woman murmured, blowing a kiss in Christian's direction before circling the table to stand opposite her previous position. This next shot wasn't given nearly as much focus and it showed. Though she did hit her mark, it didn't go at the angle she had hoped. Sighing softly, she muttered to herself. "Somewhere there's a happy medium between style and control..."
Jan 30 00:58:56 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The large man watches the action avidly, though he probably wouldn't have noticed if the cue ball had hit him in the stomach.  "Nice," he says softly, though about the shot or not is up in the air.  He tears his eyes away from the red head and looks over at Christian, covering his face with his hand as he takes a drag from his smoke.  "I know some people," he says slowly, "it goes with the job."  His massive shoulders shrug slightly, "Don't know if I can help you though.  Guess it'd depend on what you're looking for."
Jan 30 01:05:22 :: (GC) Ella rposed: One of Ella's hands rise, fingers out straight, right behind Adrien's head. With a deft flick of her wrist, she whaps him upside the head and harrumphs. "Yeah why not? What are you using your brain for anyway? Let Super Robo-stripper have it," she remarks in a flat tone, crinkling her nose at him with a frown. "Anyhow, what's so interesting about that Pool Hall over there?"
Jan 30 01:18:58 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah, I fucking agree. Not much up there as it is, right? Might as well trade it for a fucking lapdance from whatever it was that you described..". Adrien sits up for a moment, having spoken that last part as if he were just half-listening. He leans forward, miraculously without a cigarette, and squints at Joe's Pool Hall. After just seconds, he leans back again, "..Nothing. Why? What's up?".
Jan 30 01:23:45 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Taking a step back from the bench, Ella slides one arm around her stomach until her fingers can wrap around the strap of her messenger bag. One shoulder lifts in an almost apathetic half-shrug as she stares unerringly at the pool hall. "I dunno, you've been staring at it pretty hard. Just thought maybe something interesting was about to go down, but if you're not sure then the only way -to- be sure is to go in and see," she tries to explain, though after her little trip down memory lane it seems her smile's afraid to come out and play.
Jan 30 01:34:44 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. Probably nothing in there at all. Guess we should go and check it out..", Adrien Cross admits, standing up and brushing his shirt out. Just as he does so, though, his dark sights snap over to someone who's walking in the direction of Joe's Pool Hall. It's an instant recognition, as he murmurs, "..A-fucking-right. Thank the Money Gods..". He then, without a word else, begins to walk in the direction of the entrance to Joe's, at a pace that would almost allow him to cut the stranger off.
Jan 30 01:37:15 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmmmmaybe..." She purred, eyeing the table. Holding her hand out to one side, the stick was twirling in her hand negligently. The woman had apparently chosen this table for the space it provided away from other for just such fidgetting. Holding the cue at an odd angle next, the woman was obviously lining up a powershot as the ball had ended up in a slightly awkward place..the previous shot having not been thought through too well. "I am attractive," She stated evenly. "I do not need to be oblique." Looking up at the both, a slow wink was given to show she was kidding before she cracked the stick into the cue ball, sending it skipping up into the air to hit her target ball and shoot it into a pocket. "Maybe we should have put money down on this game."
Jan 30 01:38:52 :: (GC) Christian votes for Leannan
Jan 30 01:38:58 :: (GC) Christian votes for Patrick
Jan 30 01:39:09 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Patrick
Jan 30 01:39:13 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A confused expression flickers across Ella's face as she stays standing just where she is, intently watching Adrien. She waits a couple of minutes before shaking her head, muttering to herself, "What the hell is wrong with me? Just really, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, what is my damage." Her heeled boots click across the street, her eyes glancing  down at them as if they were traitors.
Jan 30 01:39:13 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Christian
Jan 30 01:43:19 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Wish I did," Patrick replies to Christian, "Know when to just get out I mean."  A smile crosses his face at the red heads flippant comment and he chuckles deep in his chest, but doesn't reply to her first comment.  He watches with slightly narrowed eyes as Leannan makes her next shot and gives her a hearty smirk.  "I get the feeling I'd've lost my shirt if we had."  He gives a faint smile towards Christian, "Not, I think, that I'd've minded all that much."
Jan 30 01:45:40 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Just outside of Joe's Pool Hall, a thin man with unkempt black hair intersects with another man, the first dressed conservatively and the second dressed in a ratty, biker-like fashion. The first one, which we shall call 'Adrien', grapples from behind, the throat of the second, which we shall call 'Smiles'. Both come crashing through the door in some horrid rendition of a PBC championship gone terribly wrong. The second is weaving about and thrashing, while the first is shouting obscenities.
Jan 30 01:57:54 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Smiles the Biker is growling and frustrated, swinging about and weaving as if to throw Adrien from his back. He gnashes his teeth, spinning about in a complete circle and trying to get his freedom from the deranged maniac that's clung to him like a dropbear.
Jan 30 01:59:33 :: (GC) Ella rposed: It takes a moment for the diminutive figure hovering just beyond the doorway to slip inside, her mouth hanging a bit open at Adrien's current antics. "Ohmyfuckinggod, where's my camera? This is such a shoo-in for top prize on America's Stupidest Citizens," the black-haired woman rambles as her fingers fumble with the flap of her messenger bag. A grin washes across her face, showing exactly how many teeth she has in that rather large mouth while bringing the camera up to her face. The flashes come from it in a few quick bursts, "To da left! To da left!" she encourages, mimicking Beyonce while trying to get the perfect angle.
Jan 30 02:01:23 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Smiles and Adrien tussle about, the biker being bigger, and with an obviously superior amount of muscle and size, but the dress-shirt clad man having the frame of a wire stick-figure, and just enough grit to hang on. Several people in the bar all stop to watch the happening, but none of them get involved at all. The most involvement would come from the gruff-voiced bartender, who raises a fist, pumping it into the air and commending, "Hell Yeah, brothers!".
Jan 30 02:01:59 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: As the brawl bursts in, the woman at the pool table turns a vaguely interested eye on the scene and boosts herself up onto the edge of the table, legs crossing as she settles down to watch. The pool cue is slid over her shoulders and her wrists fold over it from behind, holding it in place as she simply observes. Silvered eyes caress Ella's bouncing frame for a moment as recognition sparked in their depths, smirking slightly, the Irish woman's interest escalate slightly.
Jan 30 02:07:28 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Having kept his spot upon his throne of flailing, never-bathed manflesh, Adrien Cross, in all of his glory, attempts to pull the half-loosened tie from around his neck with one hand, while hanging on with the other. Grunts of 'You Mother Fucker', and 'Holy Fist Fucking Christ' manage to escape from between his thin, clenched lips, while he jams his knee into the back of his opponent. Or at least, he hopes to.
Jan 30 02:10:58 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Smiles dances around, missing a few people here and there, and throwing his hands up to try and claw at the person that's on his back, shouting, "Get the fuck off of me you psycho motherfucking pig!". With a burst of extra effort (WP), he lurches forward, attempting to throw the man from his back.
Jan 30 02:11:34 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A warble of laughter bubbles from the small photographer's lips as she lowers the camera just enough to peek over the top of it, "Good lord, I don't know why you're doing this but you know what? At least I'm entertained, and getting exercise is healthy, right?" she remarks with a glint in her grey eyes. Before lifting the camera back up, she winks at both combatants and takes a few swift steps back to keep clear of the fracas.
Jan 30 02:18:25 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The thin man with the unkempt hair and the businessman dress-code manages to get his black tie off from around his throat, and give it a one-time loop around that of his assailant, bonding them closer. Some of the patrons of the bar cheer at this, though just as many don't seem pleased at all by the notion. The bartender's pleased, though, if just at the fight, and starts to hand out free drinks to those sitting at the bar. Smiles, with his extra 'oomph', throws the wire-framed man from his back and over his shoulder, but with the tie in place, this just reverses the position, leaving Adrien in a bad spot.
Jan 30 02:28:56 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Smiles, with the man now attached to the front of him, winds up his arm in an attempt to punch his assailant in the face. Hit or miss, though, that same arm winds back a second and a third time, both of these blurring into one swing, almost supernaturally fast, and tries for the same thing again and again, "You're fucking dead, Cross..", he spits.
Jan 30 02:36:53 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Never bring an asshole to a fair fight, Smiles..", Adrien murmurs, not even making a move to dodge a single thrown punch against his face. Instead, he reaches beneath the folds of his brown leather bomber jacket and pulls a Mark XIX Desert Eagle out, whipping it up and aiming it at the face of the man he's been attacking for the past thirty seconds or so, "Rot in Hell with Saint Elvis, necro..".
Jan 30 02:48:21 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Smiles the Biker whips back his fist, slamming it into Adrien's face and breaking his nose, which can be heard clearly. Most of the patrons of Joe's Pool Hall cheer at this, a raucous and uproarious sort of cheer that makes men feel more like men. Some of it settles down though, when the biker's arm disappears into a blurring motion, and Adrien's face is impacted a second and third time with an invisible hand. It's even less cheerful when the thin, unkempt man draws his gun, peering up with a bloodied and broken face, and aiming it at the man who's jackhammering his head in. A 'cha-chink' is heard from behind the bar, but it's paused as the explosion sends the bullet from Adrien's barrel. Less than 1/10th of a second later, Smiles' head winks from existence, replaced with a stump. Just seconds after that, Adrien falls to the ground, gun in one hand and tie in the other, with ash sifting down over him where his opponent once was. Most of the crowd are too stunned to be pissed.
Jan 30 02:58:44 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A small sound escapes the photographer's throat, something quite akin to "Eeeeee!" Her camera is shoved unceremoniously into her messenger bag as she stares with wide eyes at the scene, her booted feet hustling over to the crumpled Adrien. "Okay, Skipper, that's all. That's it. This was such a BAD idea," she goes on as she takes him under the shoulders and tries to drag him towards the door.
Jan 30 03:01:48 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: His eyes widen as he watches Smiles arm slam into the suits face with such amazing rapidity and he starts to lean forward as though moving to involve himself, but Leannan's touch on the small of his back draws him towards her instead, distracting him for the moment that Adrien needs to draw his gun and blow the bikers head clean off.  The sudden end to the fight leaves the big man caught flat footed, totally unprepared.
Jan 30 03:02:52 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: With a bit of help from the Stalkerazzi, Adrien Cross manages to get back to his feet, looking around for a minute and searching through the crowd of staring, shocked, and surprised faces. Miracle of miracles, all that he mutters is, "..Well. Fuck.", before pushing the large handcannon back under his jacket and into his coat. Stooping down, he grabs up a handful of the ash, and chases for the direction of the door, his words that are meant for the woman in front of him, managing to get left behind him, "..There has to be a better way to get this shit!".
Jan 30 03:08:09 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "And, CUT!" The Irish woman yells from her perch as Adrien flees the scene. Pushing both men out of her way, the redhead slid down to the ground with a soft tap of heels and clapped her hands sharply together. Three men with cameras and recording equipment poke their heads in from outside at the sound of the woman's voice. "How did it look?" The woman queried to one of the men as she crossed towards the area where the fight had taken place. The man gave her a thumbs up and she gestured for him to leave before turning to look at the bartender and offer him an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry about that, but we needed to capture a realistic reaction, you understand. With the high grade effects we were using in this scene..." A roll of her eyes was given as though it were such a burden to her as well. "You'll be fully compensated for the damages and then some."
Jan 30 03:14:43 :: (GC) Christian votes for Ella
Jan 30 03:17:04 :: (GC) Adrien votes for Ella
Jan 30 03:18:05 :: (GC) Ella votes for Leannan
Jan 30 03:23:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, let's not be rude..." The Irish woman murmured. "Quickly now!" She snapped towards the door. As though summoned by the sharp tone, the camera men reappeared with brooms and a small bit of tarp. Hurrying in, they cleaned up the mess left as Leannan moved to the barkeeper. Aa hand extended then to place a card and several large bills on the counter top. "Give everyone a round for being such good sports and my employer will be ringing you shortly to arrange preferred method of compensation." Inclining her head then, the female gestured for her companions to follow her and turned to exit the building. "Thank you, everyone! Have a good evening."
Jan 30 03:51:50 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, dear..." The woman murmured in a soft, sweet tone. "I think I've broken our new friend, lover..." Shaking her head, the woman stood once more and shrugged out of her jacket, allowing it to fall to the chair, before crossing over to Patrick's side. Lithe fingers would rise to lay atop the man's clenched fist in a soothing manner as the much shorter woman tilted her head up to gaze at the other. "Would you like something to drink? It helps with shock."
Jan 30 04:05:16 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Do you think the camera men just appeared from nowhere, my dear? I always carry a few cronies in my back pocket...don't you?" The woman teased gently. A tug would be given to the man's hand. And, if he didn't resist, she would slip her hand into his and pull him back towards a chair. If he did resist, she would still tug at him. "Have a seat, Patrick. You're really over thinking things. You'll give yourself a headache."
Jan 30 04:13:26 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Yeah I've seen magic shows before," Patrick says softly while shaking his head as though bewildered.  He releases the window and lets the slight red head to draw him over to a chair, though he doesn't actually take a seat.  "That guy got his head blown off.  I've seen it before, and that gun wasn't firing blanks," he states.  The big man stares down at the table as he continues, "and ash doesn't show up well on camera, you'd use something else instead.  And that was /real/ ash, and it wasn't wood ash either, I've had to deal with burned bodies too, and THATS what that ash tasted like."
Jan 30 04:51:41 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "I'm camera shy," the big man quips, with a faint touch of humor.  He follows Christian with his eyes as the other walks about the room and just barely shakes his head, before seemingly unconsciously turning his head just enough to press against Leannans fingers.  "Horror movies don't attract me, I've seen worse than anyone can think to film.  They've never seemed anything but campy."
Jan 30 05:07:22 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Anything plausable," comes the quiet reply from the massive man.  He places an elbow on the empty arm of the chair and places his hand on Leannans upper back to provide her with support in her faintly precarious perch.  "Since what I saw /couldn't/ have actually happened, anything that makes some kind of sense would work.  People /don't/ turn to ash.  And film crews can't film through walls.  So tell me what happened, or make up a plausible story that fits the facts," the last sentence is delivered in a tone strikingly similar to a childs who is asking for assurance that there really aren't monsters under the bed.
Jan 30 05:24:53 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "If you had cameras set up inside, why have the cameramen outside?  And the sound equipment?" Patrick asks, "and how about the bullet hole?  That was the real thing, just like the gun."  His tone is slightly distracted, likely a result of the little woman nearly sitting in his lap.  Turning to look down at said woman he asks, "And if you just do PR and such, why were you directing?"  He shivers as you run your hand through his hair just before he speaks.
Jan 30 05:32:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "And," The woman would add as she leaned up just so slightly to nip playfully at Patrick's chin. "I said I co-ordinated things. The crews outside I can account for, however. They had to shoot our hero entering and then exiting the scene." Stretching slightly then, the man would get an enviable view of cleavage if he chose to look.
Jan 30 05:47:00 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Shh, shh...calm down." The woman's lips brushed against the man's throat as she spoke. "In our line of work, it's neccessary to go out on limbs at times to produce something new and ground breaking. Hazard of showbiz, I'm afraid. The actors and technicians are all highly trained. It's as safe as we can possibly make it while maintaining the realism of the visual." The female's slender form was now more or less pressed against the man's larger frame.
Jan 30 05:59:12 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I'll buy you one if you want? Though I'm sure you could build yourself better..." A smile was given to Christian as the woman spoke. Her hand once more came up to caress Patrick's face and another tiny nip was given though this time to the spot where his neck curved into his shoulder. "And you, my friend...you over think things. And in Hollywood of all places! Still...a keen mind might find work....mmm...well, we'll see. I have to chat with the boss tomorrow anyway. He left me a message with reception."
Jan 30 06:23:13 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Christian
Jan 30 06:29:56 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Even after both sets of fangs have been retracted from his neck, Patrick doesn't move any more than by involentary twitches.  His head lolls under Christian's hand as it's pulled upwards.  When blood falls into his mouth the giant summons all the strength he has left, fading instinct taking over as he tries not to choke on the warm fluid, but he is simply too weakened to fight for more than a moment or two, soon enough his throat swallows convulsively in an attempt to breathe.
Jan 30 06:31:58 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Leannan
Jan 30 06:37:45 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...perhaps. But you taste better..." The woman purred up at her lover, licking her lips and extending an arm to caress his chest though she was still seated in the giant's lap. All the same, now that the game was at a pause, the female had eyes only for Christian and a light smile curved her stained lips. "What an amusing night..."
Jan 30 06:42:07 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: gasps slightly, though the beating in his chest slows as he does so.  Slowly his heart stills, and soon his chest stops rising and falling, his entire body quivers slightly and a faint moan passes his lips before the man finally expires, with his head held upwards by another man, and a beautiful woman in his lap.
Jan 30 06:46:21 :: (GC) Christian rposed: Christian gazes back into her eyes, that same fondness shared in those dark orbs as he releases the hold on the man's hair to run the same fingers that had been on him moments before down along her cheek, "He tasted of alcohol amongst other things. Your taste is unexplainable though." He whispers this as he leans inward to brush his lips against her own before tilting his head to run those still exposed fangs across her neck.
Jan 30 07:39:42 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "There's a fair chance that Gabe might pin me to a wall if I did though. He actually owns armor..." The woman would ponder a moment as she placed her hands over her lower abdomen and drummed her fingers lightly against the chains still in place there. "Maybe I'll just mock up an outfit to model for you instead."
Jan 30 08:01:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Good..." The word was murmured just before the kiss. When his lips mets hers, the woman leaned down and pressed against him. Deepening the kiss, she would not soon break it. Any and all concern for the unconscious man fled, if it had ever existed to begin with, as her eyes slipped shut.
Jan 30 08:23:21 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Christian
Jan 30 08:23:35 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Christian
Jan 30 08:25:31 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Christian
Jan 30 08:27:49 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Christian
Jan 30 08:28:37 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Christian
Jan 30 08:28:59 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Christian
Jan 30 08:29:31 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Jan 30 08:32:49 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Christian
Jan 30 08:36:04 :: (GC) Faristil votes for Dizon
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Jan 30 09:43:39 :: (GC) Reboot by Faristil.
Jan 30 10:42:05 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 30 10:44:02 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 30 15:49:00 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Jan 30 16:09:03 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A hammer falls from the heavens and smashes Christian before he appears.
Jan 30 16:40:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Making his way through the shifting, cluttered crowds of the Santa Monica sidewalk is Elijah, a steaming styrofoam cup in one hand, and a smoking cigarette in the other. He wears an exhausted expression, blinking every few seconds as he raises the cup of coffee to his lips. His dark blue eyes keep a look out at the street, their depths rather watery instead of glassy. 
Jan 30 16:45:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the nightlife pulses down the street in a single, writhing mob, a figure can be seen standing off to the side, cerulean gaze following their movements with a keen and practiced eye. There's a certain edge to this gaze now, a predatory hunger mingling with the already critical look. Arms pressed to curved sides, forearms are crossed lightly over a slender chest, fingers almost dancing through the air in gentle, arching motions. On occasion, a pink tongue runs over pure white front teeth, the motion both languid and thoughtful. As hungry eyes continue to scan the crowd, a flicker of recognition flashes through them, though nothing about the youthful figure's gaze or position changes.
Jan 30 16:51:03 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A few pedestrians shift, bringing Elijah into view of the androgynous figure. His eyebrows rise, and he moves to step forward and take advantage of the long gap, an eager expression on his face. One hand moves out to throw the coffee cup away, and more citizens step in front of the man, hiding him from view again. Eventually he makes his way to Devon, smoke giving away his position in the crowd the entire time. He emerges from the writhing mass, stepping up to the other man with a dark expression. "Devon." His fingers open, allowing the cigarette to fall and hit the ground with a splash of ash. Before touching the man, or even greeting him, Elijah begins to speak again. "I had a drink yesterday. A few. That Angelique woman paid for them. I'm sorry."
Jan 30 17:04:46 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Blinking once, the youth's gaze clears somewhat, though the predatory sense remain within his eyes. Nodding slightly towards the other man, he remains still and silent for a minute or two, angelic visage as unreadable as ever. Pale pink lips part from time to time as though to speak, but nothing flows from them, not even a breath or gentle puff of air. Finally, the willowy form takes a small step closer to the waiter, leather boots creaking in the process. The youth asks in a quiet, even tone, "How do you feel about it?" Still, no emotion flows around him, nor dose it flicker over his fine features. There is a thoughtful sense within his eyes, though even that is tinged with darkness.
Jan 30 17:09:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter watches as Devon steps closer, a look of hesitation on his features. He gives one childlike shrug before speaking. "I donno. I guess I should feel bad about it. You know, I indulged myself." He slips his hands onto the other man's hips, his eyebrows lowering into a dark frown. "I think she was trying to seduce me..."
Jan 30 17:26:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head tilting to the side in a quizzical manner, Devon's gaze drifts away from his companion as both Johnny and Althea enter the area. Finally, a vague sense of amusement begins to show within the almost curious gaze, though it's fleeting at best. Head straightening and eyes moving back to Elijah, an air of slight fondness encapsulates the youthful form, a reaction that only the black-haired waiter seems to bring out. Looking into the other man's eyes, he asks, "Do you find her attractive?", thoughtfulness once more flaring within his brilliant eyes, he adds, "If you didn't have me, would you have been seduced?" A tawny brow arches slightly as he awaits an answer.
Jan 30 17:36:27 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah shakes his head after contemplating the other man's words, pressing the front of his body into Devon's. "Too much makeup." His head moves forward, warm lips pressing into the angelic figure's gently, before he leans his head back, making eye contact with the other man. "Probably. I'm a pretty weak-minded guy." A half-hearted grin follows this, though the look falls away as he really explores this statement. "Fuck now I want a drink." Both of his eyes close, arms slipping around the youth's form as he draws in a deep breath, apparently trying to force the anxiety from his body. "No. No I don't. Fuck drinks."
Jan 30 17:44:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Elijah shakes his head after contemplating the other man's words, pressing the front of his body into Devon's. "Too much makeup." His head moves forward, warm lips pressing into the angelic figure's gently, before he leans his head back, making eye contact with the other man. "Probably. I'm a pretty weak-minded guy." A half-hearted grin follows this, though the look falls away as he really explores this statement. "Fuck now I want a drink." Both of his eyes close, arms slipping around the youth's form as he draws in a deep breath, apparently trying to force the anxiety from his body. "No. No I don't. Fuck drinks."
Jan 30 18:13:49 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Interest in the other couple seeming to have passed, Devon's pale, yet piercing, gaze meets the darker hue of his companion's, the predatory sense once more returning. "I'd like a drink.", is stated in a quiet, though velvety, tone. A twisted grin plays upon the youthful figure's full lips, tugging at the corners. Both arms rising from Devon's curved sides, one pale hand cups Elijah's cheek gently, nimble fingers caressing the Elijah's skin with slow and lingering strokes. The other hand reaches upwards, an index finger softly running from the other man's temple to chin before gliding over his chin and lingering at the side of his neck with a ghosting touch. Hands freezing in their positions, the youth's neck arches gracefully as he turns to look at the other pair. "Perhaps we should head to Hades?", is asked in a velvety manner, the words sounding almost coy in their timbre.
Jan 30 18:21:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter's hands find their way to Devon's back, pulling the thin man into his body. "Sure..." As though unable to resist, Elijah presses his lips into the other man's pale lips once more, before turning, leaving one arm looped around the youth's waist before turning to walk by his side down the street. "Should I have a drink there? Nah. Well. Maybe. Nah. Maybe."
Jan 30 18:23:33 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The tune of an acoustic guitar fills the room at a fast pace as Christian runs his fingers across the strings, his dark orbs focused on it. One leg is crossed over the edge of the bed and the other hangs over. He doesn't seem to notice anything else but the guitar itself in these moments, the brim of his leather hat casting a shadow over his features from whomever may look at him. In actuality, it was very possible he even forgot about the unconscious giant on the bed behind him. The music itself has an enchanting quality to it within its acoustic rendition of a hard rock song quite possibly original to himself. (5 successes Performance)
Jan 30 18:32:55 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: With a flickering of eyelids the man chained on the bed rouses to the sound of the guitar playing.  With a faint snort his eyes open in narrow slits, as he tries to shift on the bed, an action forestalled by the chains binding him.  On realization of his predicament his eyes flutter open wide and he tosses his head around rapidly, looking about frantically.
Jan 30 18:36:52 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Having rummaged about in Christian's garage earlier, the woman was currently occupied with attempting to use a pair of pliers to create, what seemed for all the world, to be chainmail. Of course, lacking any skill with such pursuits, she was really just using guess work to try to accomplish her task. A soft tune was hummed in odd counter point to the music that the man made, but the woman paid little attention to her own vocal work - it was merely an idle reflex. At the sounds of the couch rousing from sleep, silvered orbs would flicker up to peer at the bound man though the woman said nothing as of yet.
Jan 30 18:42:51 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The music would continue on for a few more long moments as the man still took no notice of the rousing man behind him or his squirming. Fingers would play faster across the strings with an almost supernatural speed reminiscent of the faster speed guitarists before coming to a halt as the sound reverberates off of the walls all around in an almost eerie lilt. When he finished he would take the guitar and stand to walk across the room before placing it in its case slowly, "Welcome to hell Mr. McCarthy. Enjoying yourself so far?" The words would come out in his deep baritone as the case shuts before him to clip closed.
Jan 30 18:43:16 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Glancing over to Elijah with a knowing gaze, as though holding a secret all his own, Devon matches the other man's strides with ease. One hand moves to entwine with the one about his trim waist. Though, upon hearing Thea speak, his steps pause, head turning slightly to enable him to glance at the other pair from out of the corner of an eye. "Coming?", is asked in the youthful form's usual soft and quiet manner. Remaining in this position for a few moments, his other arm rises from his side, snaking easily behind him, long fingers gesturing to them in a beckoning manner. A thoughtful look crossing his features, he adds, "You'll be free to speak there, as the streets require some...digression." Allowing the suggestion to hang in the night air, his willowy form remains paused as he waits.
Jan 30 18:49:29 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Jan 30 18:53:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's hand presses against Devon's, warm fingers slipping affectionately between the other man's as his dark blue eyes swivel, feet pausing as the angelic youth stops to beckon to the other couple. He chooses to remain silent, looking away as his expression once more becomes weary and dark, though there's a hint of happiness as he stands near Devon. His free hand slips into his pocket, retrieving a pack of cigarettes that he holds up to his eyes, frowning at the thing as though unsure how to pull a cigarette from its innards. He shifts the package to his right, arm curling around Devon's waist so he can open the pack and procure a cigarette. Finally, he slips the pack away and places the cigarette between his lips, before lighting the thing with his usual pink lighter.
Jan 30 19:00:48 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...spirit, isn't he?" The woman murmured as she continued to fidget with her little industrial fashion project. The amusement in her tone was unmistakable and her gaze shifted momentarily to Christian before dropping down to the pliers and metal in her hands once more. A light frown was given to the items but she didn't drop it yet.
Jan 30 19:14:43 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Having bypassed the entire line and breezed past the bouncers with a single piercing gaze, Devon enters the club with the usual sense of privilege the place seems to bring out of him. Neck arching slightly, a quick glance is thrown over his broad shoulder, brilliant eyes studying the three other figures joining him this evening. Giving a general nod of satisfaction, his head turns forward once more, gaze now sweeping the expanse of the room, eyes flicking from face to face in an appraising and calculating manner. The twisted shadow of a grin once more plays upon his lips, distorting and darkening the angelic countenance for a moment. Finally, a target seems to have been chosen, though no move is made.
Jan 30 19:17:01 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: With another massive heave, Patrick puts the lie to Christians assertation as to the effectiveness of the chains as the locks snap and twist open leaving the big man free to act.  With a bellowed "AIRBORNE," he rolls off the bed with an agility that isn't indicated by his huge frame, he drops to his feet and with a quick twisting motion launches a massive fist into the face of the unsuspecting Christian (6 dmg) slamming the other mans face with an audible crunch.
Jan 30 19:21:12 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As Elijah steps into the club, his eyes flit about the place rather quickly, arm never leaving Devon's waist. He presses his body into the thin man's, hand sliding up the other man's spine as he practically pulls them into the crowd. Drowning himself in the club's occupants, Elijah turns to his lover, sliding both hands around the man's waist and moving forward, chest making contact with Devon's. "You said you wanted a drink..." He whispers darkly into the youth's ear, neck arching visibly next to the man's lips. His breathing quickens, chest heaving more rapidly against Devon's with each breath taken, an addict eager for his fix.
Jan 30 19:32:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking slightly to Elijah, Devon simply leans in closer and lightly plants his lips on the other man's neck, giving him a light kiss. "Not tonight. Or, at least, not now." Willowy frame carefully twisting away from the other man's grasp in an almost playful manner. However, the mood is soon broken when the youthful form raises an arm up, pale hand grasping Elijah's wrist with a deft touch. The hold isn't forceful, or even threatening, but there is a firmness to it. Boots thudding lightly on the floor, the youth begins to walk once more, strides long and quick, holding a certain urgency within them. Gaze locking onto a certain figure in the crowd, the willowy form walks through the path that parts before him with obvious intent.
Jan 30 19:37:09 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Slashing her hand out in front off herself even as she pushes off the wall, the woman spat out a word in a foreign language. As if summoned by her action, barbed metal polls slam down from above to embed in the ground, forming a cage about the room. Disturbingly flexible tendrils of metal with writhing spikes seem to blossom from behind the woman, arching protectively around her form and shivering with malice towards the man, directed by the female's will. Emerald eyes watched the scene intently but the female kept the tendril in check for the time being.
Jan 30 19:40:08 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The hooded figure pulls Althea towards a private table near the bar, the firm grace of his silent movements self evident as he spins her about and leans in. His doe brown eyes gazing into her own again. Nothing is spoken as he deftly moves her against the wall, hands upon her hips. His dark hair shadowing his face within the hood, which hooks downward, giving him an almost avian appearance. "Enlightenment, or blindness."
Jan 30 19:46:04 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah watches as Devon slips away and heads toward his target, the ghost of a frown forming over his face. He slips his hands into his pockets before turning and walking through the crowd and up to the bar. One hand reaches behind him, pulling a leather wallet from the back pocket of his slacks. His lips move, though the sound is drowned out in the noise of the pulsing, industrial club. The bartender pours a cup full of bourbon and ice, exchanging it for a few bills from Elijah. The waiter turns to face the mass of people, and, unable to locate Devon in the crowd, he raises the glass and takes a few gulps before heading towards a random corner booth.
Jan 30 19:55:20 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A light frown creases the handsome man's face as Devon twists away from his body, but he allows himself to be led along through the crowd, examining the angelic youth and the man's hold on his wrist fondly, a flush of blood actually entering his cheeks. He follows along, keeping pace with Devon and watching the back of the man's head with desire and affection.
Jan 30 19:55:36 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea's gaze does not waver from Johnny's eyes. "Now I know better than to accept enlightenment without asking about what is going to happen to me," she murmurs, smiling sweetly. She looks down at the floor, then back up at Johnny through her eyelashes. "I do miss the voices, though. I miss being able to write like that."
Jan 30 20:00:24 :: (GC) Christian votes for Leannan
Jan 30 20:00:28 :: (GC) Christian votes for Patrick
Jan 30 20:06:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Narrow hips swaying with each step taken, Devon's strides begin to slow to a more casual pace, the parting crowd beginning to thin the farther back into the club his willowy form goes. The grasp on Elijah's wrist never budges, though from time to time, the youth casts a quick glance at the man from out of the corner of an eye. Finally, the youth reaches the back of the club, companion in tow. The population has thinned out considerably, though the pair are far from secluded. One figure in particular seems to catch the youth's eye, a poorly dressed twenty-something,  whipcord-lean man with muddy-brow hair and eyes. There's nothing interesting about him, aside from the sheer terror that alights in his eyes as the angelic figure smiles at him, fangs glinting in the light. "Now Elijah, this is a meal." Crouching down, the youth releases his companion, lithe arms moving to ensnare the man.
Jan 30 20:14:58 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man stands back as he's released, his browline knitting together in a frown of concentration, neck stretching out as he peers through the darkness of the corner, flashes of orange light illuminating his fascinated, and somewhat horrified face, as he stares at Devon's dark activities. "A meal..." He repeats, the words leaving his open mouth like a faint echo.
Jan 30 20:18:22 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I... I don't understand..." she whispers, biting her lip nervously. Her breath is loud, fast, nervous. She pauses for several moments, scowling with deep thoughts. "I just want to know what I'm getting into... but I trust you, and I love you." She smiles widely, exposing a row of small white teeth. "I'll probably say yes, but I want to know what I'm saying yes to first."
Jan 30 20:25:29 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The pain of the broken arm combined with the choke that Christian applies to Patrick finally overcomes the larger man.  Patrick goes limp no longer struggling against his opponent.
Jan 30 20:32:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A lithe arm reaches around and grasps the victim's head, short nails digging into flesh and the chosen prey's mouth is firmly covered. The other arm loops over the victim's chest, firm pressure applied against the rapid rise and fall of rapid breathing. Meal secured, Devon climbs to his feet, arms shifting so that the neck is bared. Without another thought, his fangs plunge into the skin, slow gulps being taken at a measured pace. Eyes flutter closed from the pleasure, willowy form shuddering in pure ecstasy. Finally, his head rises, blood dappling his full lips. "My master always said that when you feed, you take your victim into yourself and prove your mastery over them." Arm extending somewhat, the victim is offered to Elijah. "This is every man. The normal face in the crowd. Drink Elijah. Prove that you're now above him." Cerulean eyes looking into his companions, Devon adds, "Please, if not for yourself, then for me..."
Jan 30 20:34:34 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...fiesty critter..." The woman said by way of agreement as her creations linked together behind her to form a throne of thorns, upon which the woman seated herself. The barbs bent to lay smooth against the main mass wherever the woman touched. Leaning her left elbow onto the arm of the chair, she pressed her cheek against her hand and watched. "Maybe we should build you an actual containment area, hmm?" 
Jan 30 20:38:02 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man seems to find some satisfaction in what he learns before standing. His hand lowers to grip the back of the giant's shirt before pulling him up and throwing him over the edge of the bed, "He's got Airborne training alright. With supernatural strength fueling this fists he'd be something terrible to behold." He replies slowly before raising his hand. A bowie knife is soon produced from the sleeve of his leather jacket on the bed to slit his own wrist as he pulls the man's head back to jar his mouth open.
Jan 30 20:47:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "You'll need to set that, you realize." She pointed out while flicking a finger, the gesture accentuated by a pointing tendril from the throne. "Or...well, you could always let it heal as it may as a lesson and then re-break it and heal it proper later. Whichever."
Jan 30 20:48:40 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter frowns, lips parting in the slightest of horrified expressions. His hands turn palm-upward, accepting the gift of the meal's slack body. "Are you fucking serious?" His eyes move from Devon's to the blood on the man's neck, and he stares at the bloody holes with indignation, fingers tensing suddenly as he prepares to throw the man's body away. Just before he does, however, his eyes make their way back to the angelic youth's, something sparking in their dark depths as he makes eye contact. With that he only nods, a determined look coming over his features as he leans in, lips pushed around the wound as his cheeks suck in. Eyes closed, Elijah stays in this position for barely two seconds before he springs away from the man, leaving the unconscious body to fall to the ground. The handsome waiter turns, tripping over his own feet as he begins to cough violently, falling forward onto the ground. His hands shoot out, stopping his face from colliding with the floor. More coughs shake his thin form,
Jan 30 20:48:49 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: More coughs shake his thin form, saliva and blood spilling from his lips and onto the floor of the club. "Fucking christ.." He manages to mutter between the spasmodic coughing.
Jan 30 20:54:10 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, not a thing." She replied with a smile. "Maybe I should invest in a pet surgeon. It'd bolster my finances as well..." Tapping her fingers against her lower lips, she pondered that thought. "That's a good idea, actually. Maybe I'll go and visit the hospital one of these days..."
Jan 30 21:04:22 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Well, I should hope you would endeavor not to as a matter of course..." She quipped in response. Extending her arms to him, the tendrils would shoot forward to arc around the man's form. As her hands drew together they did as well. However, when she clapped her hands firmly together the barbs would lash viciously at Christian...only to dissolve into nothingness. Getting to her feet then, the throne would follow suit and the poles locking the room faded out of being shortly thereafter.
Jan 30 21:13:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming disappointed, but not surprised, at Elijah's reaction, there's a somewhat crestfallen look within Devon's eyes, his head shaking sadly. A soft breath passes over his blood-stained lips in the form of a silent sigh. Crouching down once more, taking care not to let anything but the soles of his boots touch the floor. One arm extends, reaching out to grasp the victim firmly by the hair, yanking the man upwards as he stands up in one fluid motion. Once more, his lips descend over the bite marks, a small amount of blood obviously being drawn, but not swallowed. Lips breaking the seal, the victim is idly tossed aside with a casual flick of the youth's wrist and elbow. Though blood still stains the neck, the wounds are gone and the chest rises with shallow breaths. Walking over to Elijah, Devon aids the man in standing, lips obviously still sealed.
Jan 30 21:18:42 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter stands with a groan, tugging nervously on the loop of his blue tie, loosening the thing to allow his neck more room. He raises one hand, fingers delicately touching his own bloodied lips as he stares at Devon with a surprisingly blank expression. His hands snake out, grasping the clothing at the other man's sides, before Elijah pulls Devon into him, pressing his lips into the other man's.
Jan 30 21:40:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming almost surprised at first, Devon soon returns the other man's kiss, a slight lessening in the puff of his cheeks suggesting that the blood he was carrying was transferred to the intended individual. One arm lifts up, elbow bent, so that his long fingers can caress Elijah's throat to encourage the swallowing process. The other arm wraps about his companion's torso, hand moving in gentle circular patterns over the other man's back, the movement seeming to have the same intention. Slowly, the youthful form pulls away slightly, eyes seeking out Elijah's as he offers a few words of gentle encouragement. "See, that's not so bad. A few weeks ago, you would have run away screaming. But look what you can do now. Look how fare you've come Lovely."
Jan 30 21:47:59 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Drawing back his wrist slowly, Johnny lifts Althea up higher, licking the blood from her flesh before attending briefly to his wrist. His nearly supernatural strength holding her lightly, allowing her a moment to come down from the experience. His own flesh is warm to the touch, holding a rosey color from the fresh blood pumping through his veins.
Jan 30 21:50:01 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah pushes back from the other man, one hand flashing up to clutch his throat, eyes wide. "Do you have any idea how many diseases I can get from that?!" Both hands slide away from the youth, and he simply stares at his palms and fingertips, then to the floor, then back to Devon's face. "I need to wash my hands. AIDs, man. I've got AIDs. I could have AIDs right now."
Jan 30 21:50:43 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Yes, but it was quite the show... I'll go fetch up more chains." With that, the woman left towards the garage to do just so. While her player went to move the laptop with the dead battery upstairs! 
Jan 30 22:00:31 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes still seeking the other man's contact, the youthful form says gently, "You don't Elijah. Trust me. I don't sit on public chairs. Do you think I'd be nonchalant about my meals?" One tawny brow arches slightly, obviously trying to get the point across. "If anything, that will make you stronger. IF you only drank my blood, you'd be nothing but my mindless slave. If you drink the blood of others, your will can only strengthen. Leaning forward, Devon's tongue flicks out slightly to lap up a stray droplet of blood from the corner of his companion's mouth.
Jan 30 22:06:30 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Patrick
Jan 30 22:06:34 :: (GC) Johnny votes for Devon
Jan 30 22:07:05 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Leannan
Jan 30 22:07:11 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Althea
Jan 30 22:07:16 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Devon
Jan 30 22:07:21 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Elijah
Jan 30 22:10:48 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: With a glow gutteral groan Patrick begins to come back around.  A slight movement causes him to gasp in pain through whitened lips as his broken arm registers it's complaints.  With an effort of will Patrick opens his eyes scanning the room and his situation with his pain filled orbs.  His tongue, still faintly bloodstained flickers out to wet his lips, and he begins to mutter in Latin.
Jan 30 22:13:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter continues breathing heavily for a moment, eyes wide, until Devon begins speaking. After a moment he seems to calm down slightly, rolling his eyes and forcing his breathing to slow down. Both hands press against Devon's chest, before sliding up to the other man's shoulders, his lips hovering just in front of the angelic man's. "You're right. Blood, and all that. What you said."
Jan 30 22:17:16 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman had once more retrieve her tools and metal bits and was again attempting to create something presentable for street wear from leather and chains. From the mumbling, sulking pout and random mutter words in foreign languages...it wasn't going too well. But she was trying! When the man finally woke and began to utter his prayer, her head cocked to the side. "Church Latin? Wow...been awhile..." She murmured with a soft laugh. "Oh, Patrick...dear Patrick... God weeps to glance in our direction...don't cause Him pain by calling out for His attention." From her intonation, one might almost think her devout.
Jan 30 22:21:54 :: (GC) Christian rposed: A soft rumble can be heard in the back of the dark eyed man's throat as he stares back at Patrick on the couch. His legs are crossed under him in a sitting position on the coffee table with both arms crossed over his abdomen. It would seem he'd been sitting there quietly the whole time the man had been unconscious...yet again... He mms at the sound of those words before grinning just a bit, "I once knew a priest by the name of Salvatore that spoke in fluent latin. A dead language, but it seems it does hold some strength to whomever may know how." He only sits there though, that grin never quite making it to his eyes, "Now Patrick...You wanted the true explanation for that man no? Sometimes you need to be careful what you wish for."
Jan 30 22:33:28 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding gently, Devon all-but-whispers, "It's true Elijah. Just remember the words. 'To drink another's blood is to gain mastery over them.'" Leaning in closer to the other man, the youth says something into his ear, lips hardly moving as they are spoken. Pulling back slightly, the youth looks at his companion for several moments, willowy form still among the noise and the crowd.
Jan 30 22:38:00 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter presses his forehead against Devon's, letting out a little sigh as his arms cross behind the other man's neck, his body pressed into Devon's. "But, how can we be masters over each other?" He shifts his weight against the other man's, giving a quick kiss to the man's lips, before letting off with a reluctant sigh. Another kiss is given, this one much deeper and lasting for several moments, before he leans back and stares into Devon's eyes. "No, save it for tomorrow. I have to go." He takes a step back, his hands falling to his sides. "Good night, Devon."
Jan 30 22:44:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Falling silent and still, Devon simply nods slightly. "Think about it, write it down, look up each word on the computer. Just focus on the idea as a whole. Please, try to have an answer for me when I see you next." There's a hint of experience as these words are spoken, though at the same time, it seems as though this is the first time the idea is looked as the teacher and not the student. "You have a purpose. I care." Are the last words said before the youth walks towards the club's shadows and, seemingly, vanishes into the pulsating darkness.
Jan 30 23:40:10 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Whatever he might be feeling inside at the view Leannan offers him, Patrick refuses to either avert his eyes or allow them to fully focus on the marvelous cleavage displayed to him.  His lips continue to move, framing the same words, this time just barely breathed, "Patrick McCarthy, Captain, United States Army, serial number one one six five four three seven eight."  He repeats this phrase over and over under his breath, as though it was a mantra of some sort.
Jan 31 00:10:46 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Christian
Jan 31 00:11:28 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Patrick
Jan 31 00:21:23 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: His eyes flicker toward the bottle you put on the table despite himself, but he quickly forces his eyes back forward.  His eyes widen slightly, then narrow a buit at the touch of your fingers on his face.  He struggles manfully against his deep seeded desires and keeps himself immobile as you brush your lips to his, though not without an obvious struggle.
Jan 31 00:56:10 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: His eyes snap open and widen at your bounce, a hissed gasp escaped between tightly clenched teeth.  The pain is quickly mastered, even in his weakened state, and his eyes droop back to their previous state at the touch of your fingers on his brow.  The minstrations of your lower hand are undoubtably a cause of distraction to Patrick, one that causes him to squirm ever so slightly in his seat on the couch.
Jan 31 01:20:48 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: While he was steeled and ready for torture involving pain, Patrick seems to have been caught completely unprepared for your actions.  His eyelids droop and his eyes roll upwards a little when your nails run along the skin under his hair, a shiver sliding across his body at the same time.  Your kiss is again returned only for a moment, though his response is longer than it was previously.  A faint clink of the chains that wrap across his torso indicates that he attempted to move his good arm slightly, though whatever he was trying to to was obviously balked by his bonds.
Jan 31 01:26:27 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 31 01:38:19 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: His breath catches in his throat as your lips travel across his jaw, only to be expelled softly when you catch his earlobe.  His lips move soundlessly, framing words that he doesn't speak.  A single tear leaks from the corner of his left eye to trace a slow path down his cheek.
Jan 31 02:18:20 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Patricks eyes widen at the sight of your fangs sliding out, but for some reason, be it the previous blood loss, the pain of his arm, or something else entirely he doesn't attempt to move away from you.  His eyes glze as soon as your fangs pierce his throat, and his body reacts predictably, arching and stiffening for a few moments in pleasure, before going bonelessly limp.  From his lips comes a faint wordless growl of pure pleasure.
Jan 31 02:38:29 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Jan 31 02:49:34 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The eyes that you mentioned slowly lid themselves half way as the final effects of your kiss wear away and this bodies physical condition begins to reassert itself.  The crows feet surrounding those eyes deepen as his jaw clenches, tightening the muscles in his face until your palms feel as though they were cupping stone, and his body tightens, once more riding out a wave of agony.  As the physical pain mounts, Patrick nods just barely, presumably in answer to your question.
Jan 31 02:59:58 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Jan 31 03:14:08 :: (GC) Endymion forced Dizon to invis
Jan 31 03:14:09 :: (GC) Endymion forced Dizon to invis
Jan 31 03:30:50 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: For a few moments Patrick is unable to pry his mouth open due to the pain wracking him.  Finally the torrent begins to fade, and his lips part to eagerly accept the draught you offer him from the flask.  With a carelessness that marks the habit of a long time compainion to harsh spirits, he lets the vodka slide from his mouth down his throat, swallowing without pause.  Finally he shifts his head back slightly, stoppering the opening of the flask with his tongue to keep any of the prescious liquid from spilling.
Jan 31 03:44:38 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "To set my god damned arm," Patrick says tonelessly, almost as though he isn't aware that he spoke at all.  He lowers his head back against the couch and lets it slowly slide to the left until the side of his face is pressed to the top of your head.  He inhales softly through his nose, making a warm sounding noise as the scent of you permeates his nostrils.
Jan 31 04:02:08 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: A quiet moan slips through Patricks lips at the feel of your fingers slipping across his skin.  The high proof alcohol combined with his loss of blood have obviously worked an effect greater and more quickly than either could have alone.  "Yeah..." he murmurs, the word dragging out slowly near the end as though he's not actually aware of what he says.  The big man slowly strokes your hair with his cheek in a near aimless manner.
Jan 31 04:07:10 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Be nice tomorrow evening, hmm?" The woman's words were soft, just above a whisper. Her hand moved to trail lithe fingers along his thigh, tracing little patterns there. "Things got off on the wrong foot. I'd like to play with you when you're unchained and that won't happen if you're too busy fighting with Christian."
Jan 31 04:12:12 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Patricks response doesn't consists of anything that could be accidently construed as a word, coming out more like a softly murmured "Hmmumph."  His leg shifts slightly under the minstrations of your touch as your fingers play down his leg.  With an effort the giant turns his head barely enough to place a kiss on the top of your head and then lets his cheek rest once more where his lips had been.
Jan 31 04:43:58 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Funny way he's got of showing it," Patrick says in a muzzy voice.  As you slide back to your prior position he shift as though moving to wrap an arm around you an movement that is of course forstalled by the chains, and provokes a muttered curse from him.  "Mmmmhmmm," the large man rummbles when you nuzzle him again, moving his head to again stroke your hair with his cheek, "I think I liked it before that movie scene better," he says softly.
Jan 31 04:46:55 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "We did try to convince you," She reminded. "He's big on the perceptions. It was your continued protests that did it." The woman drew her knees up to and wiggled a bit to get comfy, contouring her form as best she could against the chained man. "And, to be fair, you did attack him first. He was just going to talk to you. Though I didn't quite expect him to snap your arm like that...old habits, I suppose..."
Jan 31 04:52:00 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "He knows...tattoos," comes the slightly dragged reply from your leaning post.  "What else could he have expected," Patrick wonders aloud.  For some reason the big man begins to chuckle near silently.  Calming himself when a jab of subdued pain lances up his arm he shakes his head, as though he's not really sure whats happening to him.
Jan 31 04:55:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Um...I think he expected hardier chains," Came the fairly honest response. Her hand once again draped over his thigh and she rubbed his leg slightly in sympathy. "I recognized a few as well. My father was military. But...mm... You breaking the chains _was_ a shock. Chris has a mean streak as well. He and I had..mmm...different upbringings, we'll say for now."
Jan 31 05:16:23 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Or I could escape," comes Patricks slow answer.  He lifts his head and looks down his body with a measuring glance, snorting once before letting his head drop back to the edge of the couch.  "Make me as you are?" he tastes the words as they fall slowly from his mouth.  "And what /are/ you?" he asks in a soft monotone.
Jan 31 06:19:50 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The flush doesn't depart from Patricks face, and indeed if anything darkens as you assist him.  A long sigh escapes him as he seems to be afflicted with stage fright for what seems to him at least to last for near to ever.  Finally he finishes his toilet and with anothr clearing of his throat Patrick says, "Ahem, ahhh.  Thanks.  I guess we can head back to the couch now."
Jan 31 06:23:02 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...I need to either get that man a bigger place or redecorate this one...it's shocking...!" She commented as she gave him a little shake and replaced him before oh so charitably zipping his pants up as well. A nudge of her hip would shoo him out the door as she went to wash her hands. The woman was making a point of not commenting on the bathroom issue with how badly the man was blushing.
Jan 31 06:38:46 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Never better," comes Patricks slurred reply.  He struggles for a few moments to arrange himself in a less haphazard fashion but quickly gives it up as a bad job.  His head thunks against the arm of the couch again, "Have I 'mazed you with my uncanny dexterity?" he asks in a slow and stumbling voice.
Jan 31 07:12:41 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Leannan
Jan 31 10:03:49 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Jan 31 17:09:55 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As she eyes the various hotspots down Santa Monica, Ella seems more a part of the prey than the paparazzi hunters she usually hangs around. Her messenger bag is gone, replaced by a simple black leather purse, definitely not large enough to shove her professional camera into. Perched on her head is a pinstriped fedora with two sides folded up, matching the pleated skirt she wears. He top seems made of satin or some other shiny, smooth black material in a schoolgirl's cut. The boots finish the outfit, going all the way to her knee and sporting double rows of brass buttons. She seems entirely disinterested in the crowd itself, and more interested in the buildings.
Jan 31 17:14:41 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Weaving through the flamboyant crowds of Santa Monica is a rather dark-looking fellow, a black jacket pulled tightly around his thin form. He wears a white dress shirt complete with a cheap blue tie, and a plastic nametag clipped to the front of his shirt, clearly displaying 'Elijah'. Both hands are slid into the pockets of his usual black slacks, his shoulders hunched in a brooding manner. Gaze lowered to the ground, deep shadows crawl over his handsome face, his neck bent to allow his head to incline. In this fashion he bumps into nearly every person he passes, hardly looking up to apologize as he moves down the street. He emerges from a particularly large sidewalk tumor of people, accidentally bumping into Ella. Now he looks up, stopping with his hands shoved deep into his pockets, mouth hanging open slightly in surprise. His eyes flit towards the woman's face, then her attire, and he gives a little nod of recognition. "Hey. How're you?" 
Jan 31 17:20:30 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Her trademark  grin washes over Ella's face as she feels herself jostled, recognizing the man immediately. "Hey!" she responds cheerily, managing not to tip over in the heeled boots. "Oh, just fine, just fine. Only perusing these -fine- establishments," she glances at the Gulag currently with her grey eyes, now lined with black liner. "It gets hard to know who is going where and when if you're always on the outside looking in. One has to occasionally be on the inside to see what's really going on. There are so many ways in and out of these places that we on the outside would never know what exit some poptart is going to take to avoid us. This is the easiest way to go about finding out." She pauses in her diatribe to tip her head to one side, an eyebrow lifting as she peers at Elijah. "What brings you through this mess of flesh?"
Jan 31 17:29:55 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The dejected-looking waiter shrugs, hands still in his pockets. "Just got off work." Finally his hands appear, a pack of cigarettes clutched in one, a  pink lighter in the other. Two fingers gently grasp the top of the cigarette package, before lifting it open to reveal a few cigarettes and one lumpy marijuana joint, huddled inside. He selects the joint, sliding the little thing from the pack before closing it and putting it away. "How well you get paid for this?" He asks, one eyebrow raised inquisitively while the other remains hunkered down in his usual depressed expression. The joint is pushed between his lips before he cups the front, flicking the lighter's flame into existence. The little flame licks the end of the joint just as Elijah begins to inhale, igniting the tip of the marijuana cigarette.
Jan 31 17:35:29 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a slow lift of her shoulders, Ella graces Elijah with a rather sedate shrug. "I get paid enough to make this worthwhile so long as I can get a shot no one else can get, or at least from an angle no one else has. Just one picture can pay my rent for months, if I'm lucky and... and... " she pauses with a slight twist of her lips, "strategic! That's the word... -Strategic- enough." Her keen gaze once more rakes over Elijah as she hhhmm's thoughtfully. "Long day?"
Jan 31 17:52:58 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Ella's lips purse into a nearly perfect circle as she responds first with an "Ooohhh," and a swift nod. "I'm sorry to hear that, but maybe he's just working? Or sleeping? Or engaging in prior commitments? Don't be so down, kiddo!" she exclaims, even though he does look older than her. "Your boy will probably be around again before you know it and you guys can catch up on lost time then," she adds with a lopsided grin. "But really now I wouldn't take relationship advice from me. Always too busy for that sort of thing," she mentions off-hand with a vague half-shrug, her eyes again straying to the Gulag. "HEY!" she chirrups loudly, "Wanna go inside?"
Jan 31 18:00:55 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter nods his head, closing his eyes again as a wave of high washes over him. "Yeah. Alright." He pushes away from the wall, ashing the joint before slipping it between his lips. He moves near Ella, ready to follow her into the club. "I could use a drink. I'm not supposed to, but fuck. I need a drink." He leaves it at that, taking a few more drags from his joint.
Jan 31 18:04:04 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A triumphant, "Yay!" emanates from Ella's mouth as she grabs Elijah's wrist with one warm hand and begins to drag him towards the club. Her expertise in navigating through heavy crowds comes in rather handy as she shimmies her way to the front of the line. The bouncer at the door gives her a dour look and demands to see her ID which she promptly gives to him, humming all the while. He grumbles as he gives it back to her, moving aside so she and her hijacked companion can scoot on in.
Jan 31 18:07:33 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The stoned waiter's eyes pop open as he's grabbed and dragged, the joint hastily brought to his lips for another lungful of smoke. He's obviously feeling the effects, because he stares around himself as though in a dream, looking at each person they pass in line with a pot-befuddled glance. Finally he follows her in, the joint half-smoked.
Jan 31 18:13:23 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Once inside, Ella turns to her companion and leans towards him, speaking above the din of rough Russian music, "If you see a blonde woman with big boobs and stars in her eyes, tell me. I think she's Suge Knight's new squeeze." With that, she immediately begins scanning her surroundings, her eyes flitting from one person to the next in an attempt to distinguish facial features and colors through the pulsating neon lights.
Jan 31 18:20:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter busts into a fit of laughter, doubling over and clutching his chest as smoke pools around his thin body. "Alright.. Ahaha... I'll do that." He straightens up, taking deep breaths and blinking some stoned fuzz from his vision, before turning his eyes back to Ella, looking between her and the bar. "Wanna grab some drinks and a table?" Another hit is taken from the joint, before he extends it to Ella, holding it delicately between to fingers.
Jan 31 18:26:01 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Bravely, Ella waves away the fragrant stick of burning happiness. "Not yet, not yet. I'm working! But a shot of something should keep my spirits up, right? Gotta be sort of alert. These stars and their entourages can be so, so tricky," she rambles as she strides towards the bar, her widening eyes taking in all the shimmering glass, backlit by the neon lights. "Tequila!" she announces in a stalwart tone, pounding her small fist against the bartop. "And one for him, too!" she gestures of course to Elijah.
Jan 31 18:34:02 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Rubbing her hands along the exposed part of her upper arms, Ella can't help but to nod her in agreement. "Cool is right. I know it's kinda warm outside and all, but they really have this place cranked up to the max with the air conditioning." She leans her side against the bar, giving her the angle required to keep an eye on the bartender, Elijah, and some of the other patrons as well. Her eyes never stay in one place for long, even when the drink are served up she just can't seem to stop scanning the crowd.
Jan 31 18:46:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter turns his head, peering at the crowd and club around them as though looking for the cold air Ella has suddenly made him aware of. As soon as the drinks arrive he reaches over, grabbing his tequila. "Thanks for the drink. I appreciate it." He tips his head back, bringing the glass to his lips to allow the alcohol to slide into his mouth. After taking this initial gulp, the glass is lowered and Elijah turns, saying "Wanna grab a booth?"
Jan 31 18:51:32 :: (GC) Ella rposed: One hand presses the fedora against her head as Ella tips her head back, using her other hand to toss the Tequila down her piehole. She lets out a gasp at the strength of it, coughing a little as she sets the shot glass back down with a tink of glass on metal. "Hoooly crap!" she blurts out. "I haven't been drinking for too long I guess. Maybe I should pencil that in if I'm going to be doing the barfly thing, huh?" She shakes her head swiftly from side to side before blinking up at Elijah. "A booth? Sure, why not! Lead the way, o capitan," she urges him with a grin, looping her arm around his amiably.
Jan 31 19:05:45 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Slithering her way through the modest-sized crowd beside Elijah, Ella still hasn't given up on her search for celebrities or that big breasted woman she mentioned earlier. She slides into the booth rather awkwardly, trying to keep her skirt straight like it's something she's utterly unused to doing. She doesn't even bat an eyelash at the beer clutched in Elijah's hand, leaning across the table instead to made herself heard, "How many of these sorts of places have you been in before?"
Jan 31 19:15:58 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter slides in across from Ella, staring at the neck of the beer bottle with a darkly thoughtful expression. "I've been in a few." He raises the bottle and takes three long gulps, before lowering it and taking a deep breath of air. "Used to just go to people's garages. I partied, and then the parties became sitting around and staring at shit. 
Jan 31 19:17:10 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter slides in across from Ella, staring at the neck of the beer bottle with a darkly thoughtful expression. "I've been in a few." He raises the bottle and takes three long gulps, before lowering it and taking a deep breath of air. "Used to go to parties, before I came out of rehab. I partied, and then the parties became sitting around and staring at shit." He shakes his head, raising the bottle to drink nearly half of the liquid within. "Sorry. I don't mean to talk about that."
Jan 31 19:23:12 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Resting her elbows on the tabletop, her head supported by her upraised arms, Ella just shrugs slowly. "Not my place to judge and you know what? Whatever floats your boat. Shine on, you crazy diamond! Really, I stalk people and take pictures of them for a living, so who am I to say what a good or bad way to waste time is? It does sound a lot like college, though." A wistful sigh falls from her lips, "All the greek guys doing all manner of crazy and disturbing things. Was just too bad the dean found out, right?" She bats her eyes with mock innocence.
Jan 31 19:38:28 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An altogether gentle smile touches Ella's lips as she takes notice of the blush, even through the harsh blue lighting of the club. Keeping her head still propper up on her wrists, she points lazily at the man across from her and murmurs in a voice that's -just- loud enough to be heard over the music, "Maybe he's just worried about you is all. Isn't that what loved ones do? They worry about you? Though I don't see what harm would come from just a few drinks. It's not like you're getting blitzed out of your gourd or anything. So long as you don't see him later tripping over your own shoes and frothing beer out the corners of your mouth, then no harm no foul, right?"
Jan 31 19:55:22 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter downs the rest of his beer, grimacing back at the woman. "Gimme an hour and I might be." He replies darkly, setting the beer off to the side before pulling his pack of cigarettes out. "I donno, I think he wants me to be smarter. To think more. He asked me to read books instead of drink beer." He shrugs, opening the pack of cigarettes. "He literally said that. 'replace each beer with a book for me?' or something like that. I donno, I was blitzed out of my gourd." A dark smile creeps over his lips as he glances back at Ella.
Jan 31 20:12:48 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A grin splits the pale woman's face as she nods slowly at Elijah, "Yeah and so did Jerry Lee Lewis, but it didn't make either one less of a genius," she remarks loudly over the sounds of TaTu playing in the background. One hand reaches into her leather purse to pull out a pair of sunglasses, the bright red frames shaped like hearts about the eyes. She snaps it open and slips them onto her face before leaning back in the booth and peering through the dark lenses at the crowd, "Besides, what the hell does age have to do with anything, huh?"
Jan 31 20:19:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man seems to finally choose a cigarette, frowning at the fact that it took him so long. He closes the pack and slips it away before lighting the cigarette. "Someone fucking their thirteen year old cousin is rather disturbing, m'dear." He replies, the smoking cigarette between his lips muffling his speech as one hand snakes out, two fingers pointing at the woman across from him. The hand drops back to the table and he leans back, reaching up to pull the cigarette from his lips and exhale a cloud of smoke. "Nice glasses."
Jan 31 20:34:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter nods his head in grim agreement, ashing the cigarette on the table ashtray. "Well, Poe /was/ a fucking genius." He says, jabbing with his cigarette hand to emphasize his rather slurred words. "Dark, /dark/ ass stories. I was always into those...." His voice trails off and he leans back, staring away into the crowd as his drunken, stoned mind travels back to his clearly unsavory high school days. "Fucking Poe was my rolemodel. Except for the cousin-fucking part."
Jan 31 20:40:02 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Maybe you just didn't have a hot enough cousin?" the paparazzo suggests with a wicked little smile, though her eyes stare hard at the swaying crowd through her dark lenses. "His stories and poems always held such a draw. So few were willing to delve that deep into the dark subconscious everyone possesses. He showed it was alright to look in there, it just makes us all whole," she states, her voice just a bit lower than before.
Jan 31 20:52:19 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A small giggle trickles from Ella's lips as she pulls her arms away from the back of her booth, leaning forward over the table to speak to Elijah without yelling, "Sometimes you never can tell who you are related to. What if you had a parent that was adopted and his sibling went on to have a family completely unknown to you and then you ended up hooking up with your cousin that way? Wouldn't that be bizarre? I mean, it could happen. I've watched enough Montel and Maury to know that much."
Jan 31 20:54:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A snort actually shakes Elijah's form as he turns back to face the woman, his high and drunkenness fully kicking in as a smile actually touches his lips. He points with his cigarette hand again, eyebrows lowered into a determined expression. "If it turned out that Devon was my cousin... Well, it's weird enough that I'm with a guy." He laughs, ashing the cigarette and raising it for another short drag.
Jan 31 21:01:57 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At the sound of the discoradant note ringing through the club, Ella jerks upright in her both and jerks her head from side to side in order to pinpoint the locus of the commotion. Her hands splay across the tabletop in front of her as her fingernails dig into the surface, her glasses completely forgotten for the moment and only adding to her surprise and confusion. "Do they have live bands here? I guess there are enough Russians in LA for that, maybe? I don't know any. Maybe I should know some Russians..." she mutters into the raucous of noise.
Jan 31 21:06:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's eyes widen as well as one hand shoots up, rubbing his temple in a frustrated manner as the power chords screech through the club. After a few moments, however, he lowers his hand and bobs his head back once or twice, a stoned smile creeping over his lips. "He's pretty good." He brings the cigarette to his lips, taking a steady pull before a cloud of smoke trickles from his nostrils. "Nah, Russians are kinda exclusive. I used to have a Russian dealer, but that's all I ever knew of those guys."
Jan 31 21:12:14 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Dancing over the chords, the alabaster skinned guitarist fills the club with ethreal wails, rocking upon the balls of his feet to the tune. The crowd going absolutely apeshit as the Seer's eyes roll into the back of his head, losing himself in the music about him.
Jan 31 21:19:39 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Unable to stop herself, Ella begins swaying to the music while still in her booth, a grin washing over her features. "I think I can dig this, though. So long as there isn't any Russian gargling going on. It sorta bugs me I can't understand what they're saying. They could be calling us a whole bunch of silly capitalist pigs and we'd never know until we learned Russian.. or had friends to translate," she rambles, though she does lower her voice so as not to interrupt the live performance.
Jan 31 21:21:37 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter laughs rather loudly, shaking his head as he's clearly entertained by Ella's words. "Hah. We are though, aren't we? A bunch of silly capitalist pigs." The man grins, stubbing out his dying cigarette as he looks over at the guitarist. "He's got talent."
Jan 31 21:31:58 :: (GC) Elijah votes for Ella
Jan 31 21:33:18 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: A silent leg is positioned so that he stands tall, yet firm in place as his fingers dance their ethreal dance over the taught cords. His hair has been thrown forward over his features as the song continues, the light show reflecting the wails of the guitar.
Jan 31 21:34:12 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Finally, the diminutive photographer pulls the red heart-shaped glasses from her face to be able to see that much better. She stares silently up at the mysterious guitarist for all of a few seconds, keeping utterly quiet. Her body tenses again as her grey eyes widen just a bit, recognition smacking her upside the head. "Yeah, he's got some real talent there. I wonder why he hasn't been signed yet?" Her head tilts in its peculiar manner as she speaks, her voice barely audible above the sounds, "I wonder if he knows the woman with the stars in her eyes..."
Jan 31 21:39:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Who knows." Elijah replies, watching the guitarist with interest. "Maybe you should go ask him, eh?"
Jan 31 21:49:23 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: As the guitarist finishes his song, he steps back, allowing the DJ to switch tracks while giving his fingers a workout. Cracking his knuckles audibly a waitress comes up with a small glass with neon green fluid, which gets a firm polite nod from the man. A soft smile upon his features.
Jan 31 22:02:43 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Leaving her booth behind, Ella traipses through the dancing throng of people in her heeled boots while never taking her eyes off of the stage. She reaches the edge of it and leans forward, washing her pale face in the neon blue lights. Peering up at Johnny, her head tips to one side and an easy smile snakes its way across her face. "So, hey, haven't seen you around in awhile. That was a totally -awesome- sound you made. Better than this TaTu bullshit they were playing," she rambles amiably before adding in, her tone not changing a lick, "Though it's no 'The Devil Went Down To Georgia'."
Jan 31 22:15:35 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to ooc Ohhhh. Asshole off.
Jan 31 22:40:09 :: (GC) Ella votes for Elijah
Jan 31 22:58:07 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Rising up, the Seer unplugs his guitar. Taking the glass with him, he comments nonchalantly, 
Jan 31 22:59:44 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Rising up, the Seer unplugs his guitar. Taking the glass with him, he comments nonchalantly, "I do not drink." Moving towards the exit he adds, "It seems I am in the wrong club this evening.." slinging the guitar over his shoulder he sets down the drink on the bar as he passes.
Jan 31 23:03:06 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a wild grin, Ella taps on the front edge of her pinstriped fedora before stalking out after Johnny. It's only then she notices that Elijah must have left, not seeing him back at the booth, and she can only shrug her shoulders at this. Reaching into her leather purse, she yanks out her oh-so-fashionable sunglasses once more, perching the heart-shaped frames on her face while walking out.
Jan 31 23:12:21 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Following quick on Johnny's heels is the intrepid photographer who is so much more used to the outside of these places than the inside. Her eyes rove over the crowd as her boots click faintly against the hard floor. "I already checked here, though," she mutters under her breath before shrugging and letting the guitarist do whatever he feels he needs to do.
Jan 31 23:12:35 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Not much I can do anyway," Patrick says in a disgusted voice, "and truth told, last nights a bit fuzzy."  The big man looks over at the woman again, letting his eyes travel slowly from her feet to her face, "Most of it, anyway."  Without taking his eyes from Leannan he says to the other man, "It'll start to fester, then it'll kill me."  He grins slightly at the thought.
Jan 31 23:25:50 :: (GC) Christian votes for Leannan
Jan 31 23:25:52 :: (GC) Christian votes for Patrick
Jan 31 23:28:03 :: (GC) Johnny votes for Ella
Jan 31 23:32:32 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A dark eyebrow lifts at Johnny's assessment while Ella follows just a step behind him, peering at him through the dark lenses of her sunglasses. "I know better than to talk about some things where other people who know nothing of these things are apt to hear. That isn't clinging to ignorance, it's the facsimile of such," she replies softly, keeping her voice down to a level that hopefully most eavesdroppers can't hear. "I don't bait anyone with this shit, I'm just looking for info so I can find this bitch and lead people that -can- do something about it to her. I'm not stupid. I know my limits."
Jan 31 23:34:27 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The tattooed man's lips curl slowly into a dark smile as he draws the man before him up closer, his dark orbs focusing on his own in study. Supernatural observance is keen within their depths, seeming to note just how the other man may have moved or reacted in turn, "You'd be surprised at the imagination one with my blood can have Mr. McCarthy. I've been nice to you so far, much moreso than the Kindred who share my traits. Thug is the least of what i've been called." The fangs that the man had seen so many times now slip out from his gums, the sickeningly white palor returning to his flesh now, "I asked you a question and I expect an answer."
Jan 31 23:41:43 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Dance with the devil," Patrick grits out through his rapidly whitening lips.  "Been there done that."  He shakes his head, as the sweat from his brow begins to run into his eyes.  Despite his pain he tries to smile at the other man, but it looks more like a snarl, "Are you asking me to dance?"
Jan 31 23:43:33 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Dance with the devil," Patrick grits out through his rapidly whitening lips.  "Been there done that."  He shakes his head, as the sweat from his brow begins to run into his eyes.  Despite his pain he tries to smile at the other man, but it looks more like a snarl, "Are you asking me to dance?"
Jan 31 23:44:09 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Falling another step behind the musician, Ella pulls down her shades just enough to peer at Johnny's back with a look of concentration crossing her young face. Both eyebrows shoot skywards beneath her fedora as she hastily pushes the heart-shaped frames back up her nose. "They should be scared. This isn't something normal or something they can really do much about. At least, I don't think they can... I never heard of them taking down a demon on their own," she responds, still trying to keep her voice quiet. "We all have duties to attend to," she mentions off-hand with a vague shrug, still keeping two steps behind Johnny now instead of just one.
Jan 31 23:45:52 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Patrick," the woman sighed as she continued to watch both men. "Play nice..." She didn't move after that, once more looking like a lovely statue arrayed atop the coffee table, even her eyes remained still due to the proximity that kept both men easily in view at the same time.
Jan 31 23:49:34 :: (GC) Christian rposed: A low rumble forms in the back of the tattooed man's throat in reply to what Patrick says though his ears twitch just a bit to Leannan's words, "Oh no, you asked to dance when you questioned the happenings in the pool hall Patrick. This is only your reward for being sharper than the average kine. What you are about to receive is both curse and gift, a double edged sword though for now you will get to keep your mortality." His other hand raises, gripping the man's hair to pull it aside as he pulls him closer, those fangs closing down upon the flesh of his neck in the vampiric embrace that had cowed him nights before.
Feb  1 00:04:07 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Damned by a hand not my own" the big man manages to spit out.  He tries to jerk his head away from the others grasp, without any luck.  The muscles of his neck tense as he tries, despite the pain to shift or break the chains enough to free himself enough to react in a more meaningful way against Christian, that is, until the fangs piece his neck, at which point his resistance ceases with sudden abruptness.
Feb  1 00:25:37 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A sigh falls from Ella's lips as Johnny keeps wandering around the joint, the heart-shaped sunglasses on her face mostly disguising what she could possibly be looking at. Though, oddly enough in a titty bar of this caliber, she's not looking directly at any of the dancers. She crosses her arms over her chest with a frown, glancing over her shoulder at the doorway and potential freedom.
Feb  1 00:26:22 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  1 00:26:57 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Christian
Feb  1 00:38:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A small commotion slowly builds as a group of teenage boys enter the club from off of the street, trying to slip past the bouncers unnoticed. However, the group receives no such luck, as a booming voice can be heard demanding ID's. A moment's pause reveals a set of phony IDs, followed by a series of smart-assed responses. As the situation escalates farther, one member of the group slips back out onto the street, only to re-enter with another form in tow. "We're with a performer.", is announced as the willowy figure is pushed between the group and the bouncer, a stunned look entering cerulean eyes as they peer about the room in silence. As the rowdy group is ushered out of the establishment by the bouncer, the seemingly forgotten androgynous form strides into a shadowed corner, passing the rest of security in the process.
Feb  1 00:52:08 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The pressure on Patricks damaged arm causes him to scream and thrash his head around slightly, shifting his head far enough that the blood flows onto his chin rather than into his mouth.  With a savage twisting motion the big man slams his mouth closed, his teeth severing a pair of Christians fingers in the process (3 lethal).  With another jerk the bound man twists his head to the side, spitting out the digits, with an oath.  "Fuck YOU!" he screams as he thrashes.
Feb  1 00:53:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Looking little older than the group currently tying up security, the youthful form glances around in a rather panicked manner, sudden realization seeming to bring on even more mental anguish. A visible shudder runs though the willowy frame as both lithe arms rise from rather curved sides and wrap around a slender torso. Long fingers entangle themselves in the thin material of a loose black shirt, knuckles turning white from the pressure and tension being applied. Petal-pink lips soon begin to move wordlessly as the youth rocks back and forth slightly, the leather of platform boots creaking slightly from the motion. As eyes begin to glaze over, a slight spark of recognition flashes through them, though no motion is made to head towards the familiar figure.
Feb  1 00:58:40 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Closing her phone with a softly muttered curse, Ella jams the offensive object back into her purse. "Damn him. I'll have to go there myself," she sighs, though the traces of a smile begin to creep up her lips. She lifts one hand in a gallant wave to the shaking butterfly of a creature, pitching her voice just a bit louder than normal so the person can hear her over the thump of the bass. "It's okay! Just take some dollars and shove'em in the g-strings!" She digs one finger into the waist of her skirt as if showing what she means. "It's fun! I promise! Just watch out for the some of them!" With that, she turns and begins to walk towards the exit with a purposeful stride.
Feb  1 01:07:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Motions ceasing in a sense of contemplation over the woman's suggestions, the youth blinks once, studying one woman with a appraising gaze. Apparently fueled by the full words of wisdom, the youth turns on heel in one slightly jerky motion, then strides towards the exit as well with long, rapid steps almost verging on jogging. Aiming to catch up with the woman, the willowy figure moves through the club in her wake, wide eyes glued straight ahead the entire time.
Feb  1 01:15:17 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The dark eyed man growls in pain as his fingers come off, his hand pulling away on reflex. His other though pulls him forward in a supernatural blur of speed as his right knee raises as though to catch the giant in the gut. With this same movement, if successful, he would bring both hands up to send pounding down on the man's back so as to send him sprawling face first to the floor.
Feb  1 01:19:42 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Weaving through the gaps in the crowd with practiced ease, the willowy figure's strides slow just slightly, the pace still brisk though slightly more casual. Arms still wrapped about the torso, they tuck in closer to help avoid the jostling as much as possible, fingers continuing to clutch at the youth's shirt in an almost child-like manner. From time to time, a pale neck arches slightly to peer over the some of the crowd, still following the woman, though now care seems to be taken in keeping a polite distance. Lips pursed in a tight straight line, the tension seems to spread, fine jaw line obviously clenching as well.
Feb  1 01:23:13 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The move is successful in its approach as the smaller man's move connects with flesh. The force behind the blow sends him face first into the ground with an audible crunch as his nose breaks against the surface. Christian's dark orbs narrow then, cutting in their glare as he watches the man before him, "Leannan. What do you think? Give him the curse since he seems to want to die so much, kill him outright, or otherwise?"
Feb  1 01:24:14 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Without glancing up at any of the street signs, or not so that anyone could tell with her sunglasses in place, Ella stalks through the crowd as if she were born to it. At the corner of Highland and Santa Monica, she veers off the more popular route and heads down Highland, her gait picking up its pace.
Feb  1 01:26:19 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman seemed to have frozen, if she heard Christian or not was anyone's guess. Her slender form trembled noticeably and her painted lips quivered in half formed words that were given no voice. Her gaze was what could be called glazed and after several moments she woman shook her head violently and clapped her hands over her ears. "...No, no, no...SHUT UP!" The screech attainted a pitch that was liable to cause dogs pain and the slender female dropped down to her knees on the kitchen floor.
Feb  1 01:34:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Normally bright gaze still seeming to be a bit clouded, the willowy figure continues to dodge and wave through the throng of people, making as little contact as possible in the process. As the woman veers off of the strip, there's a pause in the youth's stride, obviously due to hesitation. One tawny brow arches slightly, though the faint expression soon fades into the same detached expression usually worn by the youthful form. However, the pondering soon dissipates as well, and the same precise steps are picked-up once more.
Feb  1 01:37:33 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Despite the damage Patrick's sustained, his fighting spirit seems undiminished, even if his body can't cope with his injuries.  He struggles as violently as he can to flip himself over, only managing to turn his head, displaying a face covered in his and Christians blood, his lips skinned back in a rictus grin.  His struggles otherwise do nothing but force his body to twitch, his leags jerking slightly towards his opponant as though trying to kick him.  The giant mans eyes have rolled nearly up into his head, perhaps from the pain or perhaps from the rage that obviously has him in it's grip.
Feb  1 01:42:00 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The coldness in the tattooed man's eyes fades into something of fear when he hears that scream issue from the crimson haired woman's lips. He seems to all but forget about the giant of a man on the ground in that moment, disregarding him like a broken toy as he crosses the living room with a long stride. As soon as he's hit the tile he drops to his knees with the sound of chains rattling against each other and the hard surface, "Leannan" he says to her worriedly, bringing his large hands up to so as to close around the sides of her face.
Feb  1 01:43:17 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Normally bright gaze still seeming to be a bit clouded, the willowy figure continues to dodge and wave through the throng of people, making as little contact as possible in the process. As the woman veers off of the strip, there's a pause in the youth's stride, obviously due to hesitation. However, the pondering soon dissipates as a decision is made. Pale eyes scanning the crowd once more for the chosen target, a visible sense of confusion ghosts over the youth's angelic features, combined with some disappointment that shows though the normally stoic posture. Head shaking slightly, wispy golden curls fall obscure finely-drawn features as a quiet voice softly mutters, "Now who's going to explain what just happened?"
Feb  1 01:46:44 :: (GC) Devon votes for Ella
Feb  1 01:47:30 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The footsteps coming up the stairs are as quiet as a mouse, even though the owner has decided to don a pair of heeled boots for the evening. She knocks softly on the door before trying to open it with her other hand, at least giving the Occultist warning that she's trying to sneak into his abode.
Feb  1 01:48:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Giving a faint whimper, the woman wrenched away from her lover..his proximity seeming to increase her pain. "...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...Donovan, I'm sorry... Please stop... I didn't mean to yell, I'm sorry..." The female murmured between gasps of sound and false starts that strongly resembled sobs. The babble of apologies to the spectre continued, blurring into a loop of the same words over and over. Dropping her arms to cross them protectively over her chest, the woman's nails dug hard into her pale flesh.
Feb  1 01:49:04 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien Cross is standing at a table off to the corner of his room, with a towel wrapped around his waist, and hair that's still a bit damp and soft from some recent rendezvous with water. He adds a bit of grain to a bullet, clinches it down, clicks it back up with a 'pop', and calls out, 
Feb  1 01:49:18 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien Cross is standing at a table off to the corner of his room, with a towel wrapped around his waist, and hair that's still a bit damp and soft from some recent rendezvous with water. He adds a bit of grain to a bullet, clinches it down, clicks it back up with a 'pop', and calls out, "Come in..".
Feb  1 01:53:08 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Groaning and growling, oblivious to Leannan's breakdown, the bloody mess of a man on the floor continues to struggle.  He keeps twitching as he attempts to force his broken body to obey the primal urges of survival.  Somehow sensing the departure of Christian, Patrick seems to be attempting to force his body toward the door, and perhaps freedom.
Feb  1 01:53:48 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The scent of cigarettes, booze, and the crowds precede Ella into the room, where she closes the door behind her. Once inside, she pulls off her sunglasses with the bright red, heart-shaped frames and tucks them back into her leather purse. The pinstriped fedora she keep on her head, artfully dipped low on her forehead, which just so happens to match the pleated skirt she wears. "Oy, you would not -believe- the shit inside those places. Sometimes I'm pleased as bunch to be on the other side of that glass curtain, lemme tell you," she rambles on, her black-lined grey eyes rolling. "What are you doing, anyway? And I think I might have found someone else to help locate the demon stripper from hell."
Feb  1 01:59:47 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Oh, well that's too fucking bad, sugartits..", Adrien admits, his voice distorting a bit and touching ten shades of deeper with the last of the sentence. When he turns around, it's not ammunition that's in his hand, but razor sharp claws. Indeed, despite the fact that he looked nothing like this from the backside, his entire frontside is in Crinos form, and quite intimidating. Teeth are gnashing, and that massive black nose is twitching at the air.
Feb  1 02:04:06 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A loud gasp flies from Ella's mouth as the sight hits her, something she never expected to see at this very moment. Her body tenses as she takes a step back and bumps into the closed door, both suddenly sweaty palms pressed against it. "Wha-what's wrong? What's happened? Is there anything I can do?" she manages to squeak out, her eyes made to seem even wider by the odd eyeliner she wears. "God, Adrien," she breathes out, her heart thudding so fast it threatens to tear free of her chest, "What's going on?"
Feb  1 02:10:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: In an odd turn of events, suddenly you're walking through the door again, just as you had not but a second before. Once again, Adrien Cross is standing at that table, back turned, and draped in nothing but a towel. He's reloading some ammunition, it would seem. Once you're past the threshold, he states, "..Oh..", just as he had seconds ago, but here, in differs, "..well, at least you're fucking alive. All that snooping is going to get you killed..".
Feb  1 02:14:37 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Shuddering thoroughly as she jerks her head from side to side, the little Corax bends over a bit at the waist to try to still her racing heart while the two vastly different images collide within her mind. She swallows hard as she finally pulls herself back up to her full height, actually even higher given the inches the boots provide. Her voice is softer than usual and thready in spots as she responds, "Someone has to find her and I know I'm good at finding things. If I go into a club looking for Captain Tit-Bitch, no one is going to give me a second glance... or a second thought."
Feb  1 02:20:06 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Actually, it's me that should be the one going there. A woman stands out a bit more than a man, in that sort of place.", the degenerate Cross explains, hitting a lever and ejecting a slug from the reloader, which he catches up and sets on the table, alongside several that look identical. Turning around, he leans his rear against his worktable and folds his arms over his chest, his expression caught between a grin and a smirk, "..Unless you're going as a stripper, of course..".
Feb  1 02:24:53 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman dropped down to lie on the floor, trying to make herself as small as possible as though that could somehow protect her. No longer screaming or babbling, she simply remained in place as tremors wracked her slender form. The presence and actions of the two men were completely lost to her in the moment.
Feb  1 02:30:40 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Pfft. You sure can ruin a man's visual fantasies..", Adrien admits, unfolding his arms and turning about to ejaculate another bullet from the reloader, which is also set off to the side, just as those before had been. He doesn't seem to mind the fact that he's in a towel at all, with this being his own house and such. He does, however, take a small cloth from the side, wipe a few smudges from the machinery, and then drape it over with a leather covering.
Feb  1 02:35:39 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Almost as if she needs concrete evidence of just how real her host is, Ella strolls up beside him and places on hand on his upper arm. Not feeling fur, or claws at her throat, her body eases a great deal more beside his. "Fantasy?" she asks incredulously, "If you wanted that you could just pick up Hustler or some other 'gentleman's' magazine." She doesn't take her hand from his arm, though her smile falters, "This one, though. He was the same one fiddling away when those demons I saw were duking it out in an alley. He's... not quite alive. He claims he's taken an oath to protect the world, but that can have lots of meanings and his kind have always been so good at lying."
Feb  1 02:39:39 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Lady, I've been jerking it to Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy for the past five years. You'd be fucked in the head to believe that I'm going to keep doing that when there's a living woman in my presence, that I know I can fuck..", Adrien states, rather crude, but blatant in his honesty of the situation, "..I don't like fake titties anyway. Too unrealistic..". He glances down for a moment, those dark sights upon the hand that is touching his arm, before suggesting, "..You'll have to point him out to me, sometime. I'm sure I've got a bullet with his name on it, somewhere..".
Feb  1 02:44:32 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A twitter of laughter flows from Ella's mouth at such stark honesty, a blush rising to fill her pale cheeks and her fingers tightening just a bit on his bicep. A teasing glint enters her eyes. "Oh? Who have you been keeping hidden here when I'm around?" she asks, pretending to peer around the room for anyone that could be crouched behind the furniture. "If he could be helpful in this, maybe you shouldn't kill him yet? He really wasn't hurting anyone at all that I saw, just playing his guitar at the Gulag."
Feb  1 02:48:56 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..No one..", Adrien admits, in an off-handed fashion, "..There's not another woman in this city that's fuckin' crazy enough to jump these bones without a special tip at the end..". Without moving away from her at all, he grabs up a white shirt from the table, and attempts to slip into the garment, "..And yeah. You can't know that. The little fucker is probably out there doing some bad right now. Can't trust 'em. None of 'em. Bastards and liars, the lot of the fucking fuckers..".
Feb  1 02:53:57 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Reluctantly, Ella pulls her hand from his arm to let him dress in peace even though mischieviousness flickers across her face for an instant. Those keen eyes sweep over his form, her head tilting to one side as if she were appraising something shiny. "I don't know about that... you'd probably be surprised. This is Los Angeles. I can't be the only lunatic here," she pauses a moment with a blink, "Or can I?" She shakes her head and draws in a slow breath, hesitantly taking a step back so as not to box him in against his work table. "Yeah, and dangerous, too. But if this guy can do stuff, get places, and see things I can't then I'm gonna let him."
Feb  1 02:56:38 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..That's fine. But if I run into him, I'm still shooting the little asshole. I don't work on a case-per-case basis..", Adrien admits, pausing for a moment of reflection, and then tossing in, "..Most of the time.". He doesn't button up his shirt, but mostly, just leaves it as an open-front covering to match his towel. A cursory glance of Ella's outfit would prompt him to speak against her footwear, "..Nice boots, though. Get any jobs while you were out at the titty-bar?".
Feb  1 03:00:34 :: (GC) Ella rposed: One dark eyebrow lifts at the question, Ella's own eyes glancing down the length of her body to peer at her feet. "Nah, they told me the boots weren't shiny enough or high enough and to come back when I was at least fifty percent silicone," she replies with snort of laughter. "Do you have somewhere you need to go, like now?" she asks, her expression becoming more guarded than usual.
Feb  1 03:05:54 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Patrick
Feb  1 03:05:57 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Christian
Feb  1 03:18:27 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "It's not sentimental," she mumbles against his bare chest, "It's comforting. There's a difference, at least I think so. I've been around lots of people I really didn't want to be around all night, including the fangface. Then there was that person that tried to follow me, but I lost her.. him.. I dunno what it was.. back on Santa Monica." Her head rolls enough to let her rest her chin against Adrien's chest, her arms still locked around his body, "I guess I just had to try to even out all that stuff with this." 
Feb  1 03:26:17 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Fine. Comforting. Same thing, really. I don't see how you get it from me, though. I just want to fuck..", Adrien states, keeping close to his usual facade of being an uncaring asshole. He doesn't, however, move to pull from the woman, though he doesn't seem comfortable in the position either. It's more like he's wanting to be comfortable, but cannot.
Feb  1 03:38:49 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: @yValan @W(@BOOC@W)s, 'Oh look at me. I'm talking all normal now! Ner!'
Feb  1 03:45:48 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You'd better get started then..", Adrien permits, biting at Ella's lower lip again, but this time taking a moment to suckle upon the soft, moist flesh there. He then adds, "..Trust me. It's a lot fucking harder in public than it is in private. I think you could hold a crowd, though..". His words emphasis around the vulgar word in that last sentence, and with the emphasis, his hips grind up against you, momentarily.
Feb  1 04:02:04 :: (GC) Adrien votes for Ella
Feb  1 04:04:30 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Leannan
Feb  1 12:20:10 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to sleep
Feb  1 16:01:41 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  1 16:21:33 :: (GC) Endymion forced Jean to status Fame4 - Fashion
Feb  1 17:40:43 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The volume of the sound escalates, beating at the walls and causing a few pieces of loose metal to vibrate in return. The effect brings out a pure speed metal sound, intertwining in a cacophony of metal and utter unwavering sound. His gaze narrows then, lips parting in silent words to himself, "Take it to the next level." It's almost like a growl, his own senses battling against the overwhelming music as he works to bring them together into a single overlying combination....one that would truly bring him to another plane of being.
Feb  1 17:48:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A weary-looking man in a ambles down the street, his gaze a faroff thing, focused on nothing in his vicinity. A marijuana joint burns happily in his right hand, letting off a bitter-sweet aroma that surrounds his thin, sad-looking body. He raises the joint to his lips, taking a pull of the sweet smoke until it trickles from his nostrils and mouth. He's dressed in a waiter's uniform, a black jacket, white dress shirt, loosened blue tie, and black slacks.
Feb  1 17:52:39 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Dizon pelts Jean with a ball bearing upside the head.
Feb  1 17:54:34 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Dizon pulls out a switchblade and cuts Jean's cheek. "Its brought."
Feb  1 17:56:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the pulsating throng of nightlife moves down the street in one rippling mass, one figure can be seen, standing in the shadow of the buildings that rise up along the strip like great monsters. The willowy form watches the throbbing mass of humanity with a mixture of disgust, suspicion and thinly veiled rage. However, this myriad of emotions are only seen within brilliant cerulean eyes, as they don't touch the youthful figure's angelic face. Lithe arms wrapped about an androgynous torso, nimble fingers weaving through the lightweight fabric of a dark brown dress shirt. A soft rocking motions is made through this all, weight being shifted between the heels and balls of well-polished black boots, the heavy soles thudding gently against the ground while the leather creaks gently from the motion.
Feb  1 18:02:13 :: (GC) Jean rposed: A black limousine crawls through the traffic as it approaches Highland. Once the rear part of the limo nears Devon, it pulls to the side and comes to a halt. The back door swings open as a tall, beautiful man gets out of the car. He glances up and down the street for a moment as he puts a few looses strands of hair behind his ears. Spotting Devon, he slams the door shut and moves in her direction. "@Madam...@w" He calls out to Devon, his voice rich and masculine yet holds a softness to it with a distinct French accent, "@RExcusez-moi...@w" As Jean attempts to gain the youth's attention, the other side of the limo opens as petite woman gets out and quickly follows Jean with a leather bound folder in one arm.
Feb  1 18:04:38 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome waiter continues along, his glassy blue eyes falling on the angelic individual. He pauses in his walk, a stoned smile creasing his weary face, before he takes another few steps, direction now set on Devon. As he arrives at the other man's side he simply stands, rocking on the heels of his feet, mimicking the motions of the willowy youth, the joint being brought to his lips all the while.
Feb  1 18:12:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Gaze peering at the waiter from out of the corner of an eye, the youth's motions never cease, eyes holding a strange, lingering sense of shame and suspicion. Slowly, the youthful form's full lips start to move wordlessly, the motions so faint that the language is hard to discern. After a minute or so of this, sound creeps into the mustering, unclear at first, though growing in volume and clarity with each utterance made. "Don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me, don't touch me...", is repeated again and again in a hollow voice, devoid of all emotion.
Feb  1 18:17:33 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The volume of the sound escalates, beating at the walls and causing a few pieces of loose metal to vibrate in return. The effect brings out a pure speed metal sound, intertwining in a cacophony of metal and utter unwavering sound. His gaze narrows then, lips parting in silent words to himself, "Take it to the next level." It's almost like a growl, his own senses battling against the overwhelming music as he works to bring them together into a single overlying combination....one that would truly bring him to another plane of being.
Feb  1 18:23:58 :: (GC) Jean rposed: As the man nears the youth, he pauses and arches an eyebrow. "@RWhy on god's earth would I touch you, Mademoiselle..@w" He says as he flashes a grin. The grin almost makes his beauty even more eminent as it makes him look innocent though mischievious at the same time. As the woman catches up to Jean, he turns to her as he appears to study the youth. "@RIsn't she... or he... exaclty what I told Galliano he needed his next face to be?@w" The man then squints his eyes slightly, tilting his head as he study's Devon's appearance. "@RA perfect blend of androngyny, petite frame and her own unique look.@w" Jean rambles to himself as he shakes his head and dons that overbearingly beautiful grin to Devon. "@RForgive my rudeness. Je suis Jean Bisseaux and this is my assistant Dominique. My dear, one of your fresh beauty should walk down the street in confidence. Especially, after you could be the very face of Fashion that we've been looking for.@w"
Feb  1 18:25:49 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: And now, announcing: DIIIIIIIZZZZOOOOOOOOON. VERSUS. JAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACKIE BEAT!
Feb  1 18:27:15 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's attentions remain on the youth for several long moments, dark blue eyes studying the other man as he stops rocking on his heels, as the emotion drains from his features. "What's wrong Devon." He states in a bland, curious voice, his gaze slowly averted to the beautiful frenchman. A frown bubbles over his features as he raises the joint, slipping it between his lips before observing the situation.
Feb  1 18:37:43 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A faint scowl alights Devon's features for a moment as, "Oh, we're with one of the dancers.", is said in a mocking manner. Though both the facial expression and change in tone quickly fade back into the hollow sense of nothingness. "They touched me. The same way. The same look. Wanted to fuck me..." As shudder of obvious disgust wracks the willowy frame, running through in an almost violent manner. "Just. Don't. Touch. Me." The rocking, having been paused for the length of the vague explanation, resumed once more. However, the youthful form's brilliant eyes soon turns to the stranger, a sense of suspicion entering the foggy yet piercing gaze. "Everyone wants my body...", is hissed out.
Feb  1 19:06:48 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I was talking to..." Peering once more out of the corner of an eye, the youthful figure looks at the place where Elijah once stood, only to find it now vacant. Head shaking a few times, there's no panic upon discovering the companion missing, only a hint of disappointment that washes over finely-drawn features before fading. "I don't know you.", is stated in a bland manner. Theirs is a hint of relief within the youth's panicked eyes as the familiar guitar-toting figure comes into view, though nothing is said or done in greeting towards the man.
Feb  1 19:24:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Lithe arm still wrapped about the androgynous youth's curving torso, the rocking from heel to toe of platform boots commences once more. Lips parting slightly, nothing comes out other than an undignified squeak. Throat clearing softly, a pink tongue darts out to moisten full lips before another attempt at speech is made. "Hello Johnny don't touch me.", comes out in one hollow stream of muttering, though the words are clear enough to be understood. Eyes darting to the almost ethereal stranger, "He wants to dress me.", is added as an apparently important afterthought.
Feb  1 20:08:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Obviously anticipating the gorgeous stranger to provide an answer to Johnny's question, Devon finally seems to give up on waiting and replies, "Something about the perfect face and body for fashion..." Head shaking, so that golden curls cast long shadows over the angelic visage, the youth continues to rocks slightly. "I don't want anyone to look at me. Not right now." The last three words hold a certain sense of familiarity to them, as though spoken many times before. "Morgan is the one who cared about those things." The mention of this name only adds to the melancholy sense surrounding the willowy figure, head drooping in a rather dejected manner.
Feb  1 20:09:46 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The man reaches in his back pocket and produces a single white card. He extends the card held between his middle and forefinger, "@RMy card, in case you decide to change your mind and become extremely wealthy.@w"
Feb  1 20:21:17 :: (GC) Nahi votes for Gabriel
Feb  1 20:25:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Yes?", is replied to the Seer in a tone more guessing than stating. The offered hand is contemplated for a few moments before the youth's head shakes slightly. "I'll be alright." A thoughtful pause brings forth, "Maybe I need sleep..." However, the notion seems to vanish as the youth's head tilts to the side in obvious questioning of the bikers' presence. Eyes beginning to glaze over into a trance-like state, the willowy form
Feb  1 20:28:08 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Yes?", is replied to the Seer in a tone more guessing than stating. The offered hand is contemplated for a few moments before the youth's head shakes slightly. "I'll be alright." A thoughtful pause brings forth, "Maybe I need sleep..." However, the notion seems to vanish as the youth's head tilts to the side in obvious questioning of the bikers' presence. Eyes beginning to glaze over into a trance-like state, the willowy form's already stoic posture stiffens even more. Obviously by force, a slight effort is made to focus on the current situation, though the attempt seems to be a losing battle.
Feb  1 20:35:30 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I am dead" he said simply in return, his voice not holding any emotion, insted the old vampires eyes would focus only on the TV as he flipped through the channels, stopping here and there for a moment before continuing on his quest to find good tv, "Theres never anything good on"
Feb  1 20:38:40 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: That frown deepened though the woman still rolled her eyes at his reply. "Well, it'd be nice if you'd let me know from time to time that you're still just mostly dead and not completely vanished." Huffing out a breath that caused the fringe over her eyes to fluff up, the woman just shook her head and moved to lean over the back of the couch, peering down at the man in speculation. "TV and quality entertainment usually don't go together. Just collect movies you like, it's what I do." Reaching out then, she would make a grab for the remote though the movement was an obvious one and no stealth was intended.
Feb  1 20:42:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The biker's words seem to snap the youth's trance-like state somewhat as a dark look passes through slightly-narrowing eyes. Gaze now trained on the scruffy figure, the youth begins to speak. "I don't know you, but my sister must.", is stated in a quiet, unassuming manner. "Don't smear her words or meanings like that." Jaw visibly clenching, the willowy form steps away from the dark-haired young man for a moment, gaze still trained and even.
Feb  1 20:46:26 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Another sigh was given and the woman placed her hand over his instead of persisting in her attempt to take the remote away. "I worry..that's all.. Tends to happen when a body's surrounded by the unknown.." She offered by way of apology. The smile she gave him in return was tinged with melancholy and it was a long moment before she shrugged and withdrew her hand from his. "Oh, the usual...weird thing, creepy places...et cetera, et cetera, et al..."
Feb  1 20:52:42 :: (GC) Fortang forced Nahi to stat fortang
Feb  1 20:52:49 :: (GC) Fortang forced Nahi to stat carl
Feb  1 21:11:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I never said anything to you about plastic surgery. Do I look like a surgeon?", is expressed in the youthful form's usually soft and unassuming manner. However, an edge runs though the next statement, the silvery sound becoming both velvety and cutting. "I didn't know you then either. I'm an identical twin. I look just like my sister.", a gentle sigh is heaved now, "If you want something from either of us, just come out and say it. I don't like playing word games." Eyes flicking towards the stranger asking for a name, the youth raises one tawny brow, though nothing is said.
Feb  1 21:22:52 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The beautiful man just back as he curses in French, pushing Dominique towards whatever it is he sees as he almost falls backwards and makes way for his limo.
Feb  1 21:28:11 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "I cannot rightfully say luv... It is something I have fought for and been a part of for so long... but is isn't really what and who I am" Sighing deeply Gabriel would look up to the TV again, "It is only the people, to whom I command that I care for..not really the cause in which we act, freedom is my greatest desire..but freedom always has a greater price than one man can pay" forcing another smile he would lean over and kiss hear forehead, "We are 300 spartans, who have no Sparta... we have nothing, I am king with no kingdom who faces an army with no end" 
Feb  1 21:31:18 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Jean
Feb  1 21:36:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: One brow raising, an obvious sense of knowing passes through Devon's gaze. Nodding once to the seer, he mouth's a silent, 'Thank you', before scanning the area in a rather neurotic manner. Seeming to realize that the coast is clear, the willowy form takes a few long strides towards a more shadowed area, his plan fairly obvious as a great effort is made to blend into the darkness.
Feb  1 21:59:13 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: gives another undignified little squeak and swats at his hands before laughing under the assault and nudging him in response. "Oh, hush you...like you need to be any more manly..." Her tone held a lightly teasing timbre in response before she just leaned back against him. "Oooh...castings, tumblers, raw materials... Prolly some shielding and heavy duty clothes at some point as well for more experimental ru-... Long story short, bullet-making items."
Feb  1 21:59:23 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Through the swarm of life on Santa Monica, a tired waiter cuts his path, a trail of smoke lining his insignificant pace through the muddled streets of LA. He stares at the ground, thinking deeply of something, or someone, a cigarette perched between his sour lips. The light from the glowing tip of the cigarette spills over his lips and nose, sending dark shadows skittering over his sickly handsome features. His hands are shoved into the pockets of a pair of blue jeans, his waiters uniform replaced by a plain and rather tight-fitting black t-shirt, blue jeans, and the spiked earrings adorning each ear.
Feb  1 22:09:42 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Two hands and an arm appear from out of the shadows, one hand tapping the young waiter on the shoulder while the other snakes out to cover his mouth. However, these actions cause an entire willowy form to appear from out of the shadows, a 'shhhhh' sound being made the entire time. "Stay very quiet. Please.", is stated in a rather feminine tone, the words silky and silvery all at once. Two brilliant blue eyes observe the man with a certain sense of curiosity. "So...the famous Elijah..." A silvery laugh is let out, both melodic and cruel at once.
Feb  1 22:10:49 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb  1 22:11:18 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Jean
Feb  1 22:13:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As the finger taps his shoulder, the man's mouth opens up for a single moment, causing the cigarette to slip from his lips and fall to the sidewalk, just before the hand is brought towards his mouth. He seems on the verge of jumping away, but stops as his dark blue eyes fall on the willowy teen, a frown pulling his eyebrows together, although there's an immediate change in his dark mood as his eyes alight on the angelic teenager. He raises his hands as though to embrace the person, but as the last thought is spoken his hands fall to his sides, and he whispers out "Devon?"
Feb  1 22:42:01 :: (GC) Carl votes for Devon
Feb  1 22:42:28 :: (GC) Fortang votes for Dizon
Feb  1 22:42:36 :: (GC) Fortang votes for Dizon
Feb  1 22:42:37 :: (GC) Fortang votes for Dizon
Feb  1 22:42:38 :: (GC) Fortang votes for Dizon
Feb  1 22:42:39 :: (GC) Fortang votes for Dizon
Feb  1 22:42:40 :: (GC) Fortang votes for Dizon
Feb  1 22:50:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "We'll let the second guess count." Short nails digging into the man's cheek in a mock caress, the willowy figure continues to guide the man down the street with a firm grasp. "Try anything and I'll leave your body with a nice suicide note for my brother." The same silky tone flows easily, each motion made smooth and fluid, lacking the often jerky movements displayed by Devon. Lithe arms still wrapped about Elijah in what almost appears to be a protective hold, brilliant eyes study his lean form with a cold and detached manner, a smirk playing on full lips.
Feb  1 22:53:36 :: (GC) Endymion forced Carl to status Fame1: Biker Gang Leader
Feb  1 23:08:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A soft, 'mmmhmm", sound is let out, though there's a certain thoughtful quality about the simple sound. "Identical twins. It's a rather auspicious event really. Be a good ghoul and maybe I'll explain it to you." Leaning in closer, Morgan's mouth all but brushes against her current captive's ear. "Be a bad ghoul and my Brother's going to think he's the reason you're dead." Head raising up once more, she arches her neck slightly, curls falling about her shoulders. "Now, we're going to play a game. It's called, 'this didn't happen'. Once I'm gone, I was never here to begin with." Her long strides. more purpousful in their motion than her brothers, carry her willowy frame through the crowd with obvious ease, not caring as others bump into her.
Feb  1 23:14:00 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter walks along with the willowy figure, nodding his head rather apathetically as he stares ahead of them. "Okay. So what do you want with me?" His rather blunt question comes out in a curious manner, as though he doesn't actually care about the outcome of the situation. "And... I can't tell Devon you saw me?"
Feb  1 23:22:01 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I made some...preparation...for Devon in the case that I should need to leave in an emergency. However, I didn't plan on things being this tight. I didn't have time to complete the transaction." Nails shifting over the man's face, one long fingers almost pinching the man's face in an apparently playful manner. "This is where you come in Elijah. You need to be the middleman. Spin a few lies to a biker or two, and no more worries for my baby brother." The pinch becoming a little too 'playful', she adds, "And no. I was never here. Right now, I'm in Boston."
Feb  1 23:22:13 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  1 23:47:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A gentle laugh is let out, the sound both musical and harsh at once, the silvery notes holding a cruel edge to them. "Are all mortals this slow? Poor things...how do you ever survive to breed?" Head shaking once more in a mildly amused manner, Morgan continues to drag Elijah down the street, keeping her voice low all the while. "Let me guess, you try to compensate with hugs and kisses and maybe even a little fucking, hmm?" Snickering in a rather girlish manner, she lets out an obviously false sigh. "I'm not the reason he goes blank. YOU are. You, and your hormones, and your useless mortal libido." The last of these words are hissed out in a harsh manner, the girl's tone thick with spite.
Feb  1 23:53:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man's face is wiped blank as they continue walking along, and he looks up with a somewhat horrified expression, mouth slightly open. "What? Fuck." The curse is let out right after the question, and Elijah looks away, expression falling even more dark. "That sucks. I don't want him like that." He glances back up, a raven-colored eyebrow raised curiously. "Any idea why he chose me?"
Feb  2 00:03:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Full lips pulling once more into a cruel smirk, Morgan pauses in her strides, allowing the crowd to move around her, seemingly without a care. Lips pressing to the man's earlobe, the willowy figure whispers gently, "First we finish this subject." One arm loops easily about the man's shoulders, deft fingers digging into skin with a firm grasp. The other arm crosses her slender chest, wide palm grasping the man's chin with obvious force. "Still boy. You still don't get it." With that, she presses her lips directly against the man's ear, whispering to him in an almost languid manner before pulling her head away again. "You're just another stupid junkie. Pathetic enough that he can play with you until he's bored, then dispose of you neatly." Pausing, the girl
Feb  2 00:05:22 :: (GC) Devon rposed: rpose Full lips pulling once more into a cruel smirk, Morgan pauses in her strides, allowing the crowd to move around her, seemingly without a care. Lips pressing to the man's earlobe, the willowy figure whispers gently, "First we finish this subject." One arm loops easily about the man's shoulders, deft fingers digging into skin with a firm grasp. The other arm crosses her slender chest, wide palm grasping the man's chin with obvious force. "Still boy. You still don't get it." With that, she presses her lips directly against the man's ear, whispering to him in an almost languid manner before pulling her head away again. "You're just another stupid junkie. Pathetic enough that he can play with you until he's bored, then dispose of you neatly." Pausing, the girl offers the man a firm, pat' on the cheek. "Now...onto the bikers."
Feb  2 00:07:20 :: (GC) Althea rposed: A haunting, tuneless whistle echoes off the buildings, further distorting the high-pitched sound. After a few minutes the girl emerges from the shadow of one of said buildings; the sound is coming from her puckered lips. Her violet hair is messy and stringy, and has obviously not been washed for several days. She walks slowly, awkwardly, sometimes stopping to stare at something that is not immediately evident. Her hooded sweatshirt is unzipped, revealing her t-shirt, which is splattered with something dark.
Feb  2 00:12:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's head falls, eyes staring directly at his feet as they walk, and the words seep into his skull and rot his emotions further. His eyes practically sink back into his face, his expression taking on an entirely dejected, dark look as he's led along by the cruel woman. "Okay." He replies to everything the woman had just said, without offering any feedback to the insults. "Right. Bikers." Elijah's words ring out with a hollow sound as he retreats even more into himself, seeming to wither and die on the spot.
Feb  2 00:14:09 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The large man begins to hurry down the asile after passing the thin fellow, however his footsetps slow when the scraggly haired man starts to raise a fuss.  He slows further the closer he comes, reaching up to adjust a collar that isn't around his neck, despite the otherwise clerical look of his clothing.  A look of discomfort passes over his face before he stops at the pew the man occupies, and leans down, "Can I help you my son?" he asks in a rough hoarse voice.
Feb  2 00:28:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The hand resting firmly on the man's shoulder gives him a slight pat, a bit more pressure used than necessary. "Good boy. At least you can learn." Nodding up ahead, she says almost gently, "Now, you are going to go in there in a day or two, and find one of those 'Lunatics'. The leader would be best, but I'm sure you're use to settling." Voice trailing off in a distracted manner, her gaze settles upon the girl with a rather curious expression. "The Seer's ward..." Voice raising slightly, she calls out in a rather pleasant tone, "Are you alright Thea?"
Feb  2 00:37:13 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter raises his head, before allowing it to sag back down in again in a gesture akin to a nod. "Okay." His eyes peer out from the dark sockets of his face, watching the bloodstained girl closely. "Hi Althea." He says in the same dead manner.
Feb  2 00:45:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: With a bit of an alarmed look, but a casual gait, Adrien Cross begins to make his way back down the middle of the aisle, heading for the door, but keeping well behind Carl. Rather than leaving, he does manage to stop near Patrick's exorbitant form, halting and folding his arms over his chest. His darkened sights on Carl, he says in a low, almost joking tone, "..At least I'm not the only one who has a problem getting it up..".
Feb  2 00:47:11 :: (GC) Jean rposed: From around the corner, a tall, jaw dropping beauty of a man comes. His pace is slow even though he is taking long strides.  Jean's hair is pull back from his face, letting two pieces of hair loose to frame his face. As he walks, he keeps folding his arms while apparently in deep thought or almost bothered by something. Occasionally, he glances up to give a charming smile to a passerby until his gaze falls on Devon causing him to pause. 
Feb  2 00:47:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Carry on. but do be careful. Johnny will not be happy if you get hurt." Morgan's tone remains rather light and conversational, as though the girl's ecctricities are trivial at best. However, after a moment, she once more calls out. "Thea, you're a mess. Please come over here and at least let me fix your hair..." Hands still gripping Elijah firmly, the girl leans in to his ear, whispering something to the man before her attention once more returns to the disheveled figure. One hand cautiously leaves Elijah's chin, snaking around her slender torso to reach into a back pocket and produce a white handkerchief. Holding the item up to Elijah's lips, she says darkly, "Do me a favor and lick this...god only knows what it's touched..."
Feb  2 00:53:04 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..There's just some people who don't want to be fucking helped..", Adrien admits, crossing his chest in a quick gesture as he speaks the vulgar word. After just a second of standing next to Patrick and watching the insane biker mazurka off, he speaks up again, shifting his unlit cigarette over to the other corner of his mouth, "..What brings a man of the cloth to the dirtiest pool hall in town?". This is posed, almost, with the air that one would ask a philosophical question.
Feb  2 00:53:20 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Apparently into a more metal/industriel look lately, the Irish woman was clothed in tight black pants and a black shirt with red fishnet sleeves. High heeled boots added a few inches to her height and strips of trailing leather were wound about her wrists, upper arms and thighs, creating a numerous dark streamers that fluttered in her wake. Around her waist, a chain was wrapped tight and then again to settle over her hips before being clipped off with the ends left to dangle and jingle softly as the woman moved. There was something a bit off about the woman, a slightly disassociated look in her silvery emerald orbs.
Feb  2 01:03:33 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The man picks up his pace, his movements slow and steady as he approaches the group on the sidewalk. His gaze not leaving Devon for awhile until his gaze moves to the other people gathered, moving his eyes from head  to toe on each of them.
Feb  2 01:04:46 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Hrmm..", Adrien muses, allowing his dark sights to glance over Patrick again, for just a moment, before declaring, "..If it walks like a Priest and talks like a Priest and looks like a Priest. It's gotta be a Priest..". This is spoken in a rather matter-of-fact manner, his tone confident enough in his own words, "..Just stalking the clergy then? Some sort of fetish?".
Feb  2 01:09:58 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The sound of clattering chain on chain would be the only thing to announce the tall leather clad man as he approached from the west, heavy boot falls crunching against the asphalt underfoot as he's apparently decided to just walk down the street itself this time around. He seems to take measured steps, unconscious footwork bringing him to avoid the bustle around him. Dark orbs gaze out from beneath the brim of his leather hat, scanning through the masses once over before shifting downward in lost thought.
Feb  2 01:15:23 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Once a Priest, always a Priest, boy. You had to have that fucking spark to do it in the first place, and that thing'll never die. You might think it will, but you ain't got a clue..". The unlit cigarette is removed from between his thin lips, and pressed against the top of his ear, so that it can rest against the side of his skull. He does manage to arch a brow at Patrick though, asking, "..Not that I saw. Why? You got as many screaming fans and stalkers as I do?".
Feb  2 01:16:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Shooing Elijah away with one simple, yet forceful, motion, Morgan quietly says to Althea, "I'm positive that I've smelled worse in my life.", her tone light though serious. Taking a few casual steps towards the girl, she uses the slightly mositened handkerchief to begin wiping away smudges, though it's a fairly slow-going process. "I'm not even suppose to be in town, so if you can, don't let Johnny know that you saw me." Feeble attempt at cleaning continuing, she adds slowly, "How...are the two of you? Still together?" One brow arches polietly, staying there for a few moments.
Feb  2 01:21:59 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Not always," the larger man says in contradiction.  "There are crimes for which a priest may be defrocked.  Or cast from the light of God entirely."  He gives you another sad smile and shakes his head slightly, "No, not fans.  Just a few irate individuals with whom I parted company without the politeness of a proper goodbye."
Feb  2 01:24:22 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Yeah, we're still together," Althea says, her mouth turning up in an unconscious smile at the thought of Johnny. "We're... um... very close." She picks at the bandage on her wrist, scratching it intently, then giving a sharp hiss when the scratching hurts too much. She runs her fingers through her hair, removing two neon green barrettes and replacing them so as to get some of her hair from out of her face and give the impression that she is not completely unhinged.
Feb  2 01:25:28 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Mhm..", Adrien nods, giving a small, verbal agreement to Patrick, almost as if he'd known it all along, "..All of the weird shit out there in the world, and to this evening, irate individuals who've been scorned without the politness of a proper farewell are always the worst. They're indigenous to Los Angeles, too..". He stops there, giving himself just a moment to muse over what he just said, before going on, "..It's probably better than you're not a Priest. I don't believe in Priests. God, sure. Priests are an illusion, though. At least, the fucking concept of a Priest is an illusion..".
Feb  2 01:29:05 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The man pauses as a feminine man walks by and shouts a, "Heeeeey." Jean simply looks over to the man and arches an eyebrow while smirking. Turning his attentions back to Devon, he notices the other woman staring at Devon as well. Jean lets out a slight chuckle as though he laughing at his own joke, keeping a little distance from the unfolding scene.
Feb  2 01:34:28 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The tall broad-shouldered man stops for a moment to flit his eyelids closed. His head tilts just a bit to the side as he closes his leather-clad arms over his chest in comprehension then, taking in all of the sounds of Santa Monica before whispering to himself in a deep baritone, "Hmm, it's here... but where is she.." His lids flit back open then to shift his gaze in the general direction of Morgan only to see Leannan there. The recognition spurs him to take long steps through the crowded street, in her direction.
Feb  2 01:37:18 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah? You're that good, huh? Turned it off like a faucet? Belief, that is. You know how to do that, you let me know. I'll bottle the shit and pass it out to the world..". Adrien's not shaken' off that easily though, and continues to walk off with the man, if only so that he can leave as well. Already, his hand is searching about for a lighter, while the cigarette is plucked from his ear and placed between his thin lips again, "..Dogs step in their own shit. Not humans..".
Feb  2 01:40:59 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Well, that's good..." Lips curling into a cruel mockery of a smile, the willowy figure nods to the girl she's grooming. "Not great, but good enough I suppose. Elijah just needs better spit." One broad shoulder is shrugged slightly in a helpless manner, the thinness of the apendage apparent. "And you should stop cutting yourself just to look at the blood. Last I heard, it keeps you alive." The final words have a somewhat stern sound to them, as though spoken by someone use to teaching.
Feb  2 01:41:39 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "It's not a dispossion that I'd with on any man."  The giant walks to the church doors in ground eating strides.  He opens one of them and holds it for you while you catch up, with his arm hooked through the door so that he can fish a cigarette and lighter from his own pocket.  "After you, brother," is his only other comment.
Feb  2 01:47:34 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Almost the second that Adrien removes himself from the Church of the Sacred Heart, his hand is cupped and his lighter is brought up, sparking to life and setting the tip of his cancer-stick ablaze. His eyes roll back into his head at the taste and feel of that first drag, and all at once, his entire frame appears to relax a bit. Sifting man-made smog out of the corner of his mouth, he hands the lighter off to Patrick, and states, "..You've gotta stop with this brother shit. I'm not fuckin' black, and it's probably better that we didn't have the same fuckin' mother..". Almost without pause though, he extends his hand out to the massive mountain of man, "..Adrien Cross..".
Feb  2 01:48:50 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Emerald orbs flickering between not-Devon...Devon? And Althea, the had taken to staring at them in what might almost have been an eerie manner had there been anything at all behind her gaze. Instead, the light was on but no one was really home, please your message after the beep. If she caught sight of Christian or not was anyone's guess. However, the fingers of her left hand toyed with the end of the chain coiled around her lithe form and her right hung limply down at her side.
Feb  2 02:02:57 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Habit. I run off of the shit. These fuckin' things..", Adrien admits, pausing in the middle to hold up the cigarette, "..killed me ten years ago. I'm just livin' out of habit now..". After shaking Patrick's good hand, he stands there for a moment and leeches all of the delicious cancer out of his cigarette, partaking in the decidedly pleasant weather of the evening, "..Fall down some stairs?", he asks, looking pointedly at Patrick's damaged appendage. 
Feb  2 02:03:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Giving Althea a knowing look, Morgan makes a soft 'tsk tsk' sound, though there's no sign of true animosity. "Notice I said, 'to look at the blood', not 'to die'. In short, your wrist is not a Lava Lamp." Nodding in a manner vaguely familiar to that of Devon's, she releases a sift sigh. "I'm a teacher. I notice these things." Pale eyes seeking to lock with the girl's the youthful form continues, "And I'm not going to hurt you. YOU are not trying to screw my brother." The last sentence has a certain vehimence to it, the words coming out both vicious and protective. Nimble fingers curling into her wide palms, fists clench in obvious frustration. However, she closes her eyes for a moment, the anger seeming to flow, then ebb, in her willowy frame, lids rising to reveal twin pools of liquid calmness.
Feb  2 02:19:40 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Don't mind if I do, good sir..", Adrien proclaims, but instead of taking the flask, he pulls much the same from his backside, somewhere within his waistband. His is silver though, with an assortment of languages scrawled (by hand) over the container. He screws off the lid and tips it back into a drink, before releasing and making that 'Ahhhh' face that comes with a drink of God's Party Water. He follows that, however, with another drag from the cigarette, "..That must have been one hell of a disagreement. Arguing with a bulldozer? You're not a small fucker..".
Feb  2 02:22:17 :: (GC) Christian votes for Devon
Feb  2 02:22:23 :: (GC) Christian votes for Althea
Feb  2 02:28:20 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Silvery voice still serious in it's tone, the willowy girl quietly explains, "We all have jobs. Devon's is...important, to say the least. Elijah is nothing but a distraction.", to Althea, words flowing smoothly past her full lips. "Now stop picking at the bandage." These words flow out with a more authoritative tone, something in it suggesting that she holds a quiet secret. Gaze traveling down the street, one corner of her mouth turns into the shadow of a smirk. "Hello Christian.", is said in a dark manner, her cold eyes focusing on the larger figure with a sense of imposing power. "Long time no see. You missed the Spanish Invasion." While not scolding, the words do hold a certain sharp edge.
Feb  2 02:29:16 :: (GC) Devon votes for Leannan
Feb  2 02:36:11 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Happens, I guess. I never did find a disagreement I didn't like, though..", Adrien remarks, slipping the flask back from whence it came, and making sure that it does, indeed, get tucked firm there, "..If you're not a Priest, what do you do? You're awfully fucking big. Professional mountain?". Waiting for an answer to his question, he goes back to abusing his cigarette again, interrogating it for all of it's information.
Feb  2 02:57:33 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Mmm..", Adrien sounds out, musing over that rather mystical and not-helpful-at-all comment, "..Professional mercenary? You're too big to be a purse snatcher. And not big enough to be..well. No. You're just about big enough to be anything, I'd wager. I know you can't spend your whole day hiding in Churches, though..".
Feb  2 03:05:01 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Somewhere south of here, the blatant and blaring sounds of a fire engine roar to life, coming closer. 
Feb  2 03:10:36 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Indeed, Adrien Cross does seem to arch a dark, thin brow at that admission. He takes pause, watching Patrick for a minute, before asking, "..I fucking hate hospital forms. Fucking nosey ass wenches. Always wanting to know who the fuck shot you, or why the fuck you don't have insurance..". Lifting the cigarette to his lips so that he can suck away the last of it, he flicks the butt out into the street, holding the smoke for seconds before blowing it out of his nose, "..Retired Medic..?".
Feb  2 03:15:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking softly, somehow holding a strange sense of irony in its motion, the youthful form's brilliant gaze scans the couple with a cold, appraising eye. The calculating study singles out the woman first, silky tone balanced and even, firm yet nonchalant in it's timbre. "I'm neither threat nor acquatience to you. Your business is most likely none of mine. Please do relax." Nodding in a polite manner, the willowy figure's eyes now flick over to the man, his gaze met with no challange, but a sense of equality. "What we needed was the Spanish Inquisition." There's a sharp, cutting quality to the words, seeming to come out with more fristration that expected. "As I'm back on family business, I'm really not here at all. Should my brother ask." The last sentence softens the otherwise steely words, obvious care revealed for a fleeting moment before falling once more behind an icy curtain.
Feb  2 03:18:11 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "No forms at my clinic.  It's straight cash and carry."  Patrick flicks the building head of assh from his cigarette, "But it's not hospital quality care either, six of one half dozen of the other I guess."  He takes another drag before continuing, "Yeah, did my second tour as a medic.  Before I caught a medical of my own."
Feb  2 03:22:20 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...no one is a threat to me, not on this field." The other female asserted in a silken tone. The man's words and touch seemed to have evened her out and drawn her out of her dazed state. Long lashed closed slowly to veil silvery orbs for a moment before drifting open once more and regarding the other with mild curiosity. "I have a feeling I know your brother, hence the initial reason for my fixation." That said, she only falls silent to listen to the curious exchange between the two, her arms moving to lay over Christian's.
Feb  2 03:22:56 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I did a year. Nothing major. Got let out on charges of insanity. Vampires don't exist, after all. Never looked back. Military just wasn't my fuckin' thing. I don't like taking orders. Never have, never will..", Adrien explains, already searching the pocket of his brown leather bomber jacket, in the hopes of finding another cigarette, "..Went to the LAPD. Not a game for me either. Been freelancin' it ever since..".
Feb  2 03:25:12 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The protective hold around her loosens just a bit as he watches the Priestess before him with a small hmm, "The brothers have abandoned this city rather than staying to hold their ground. I am the only left that I know of save for a few of my own contacts." He replies slowly before allowing his head to tilt to the side, the brim casting shadow on his dark features from the street light overhead, "The inquisition would have been well found though I have a feeling I may have been a target."
Feb  2 03:39:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding in a somber, almost sadden manner, cerulean eyes peer around the street. "My brother still has official reason to remain here, and seems to have found personal obligations as well." Head shaking in obvious disgust, the youth's hardened gaze continues to look at the couple, eyes flicking between the two figures. "We're twins. If you've seen me, then you should know my brother's face as well." Hands folding neatly before her, she adds, "I'll be back in time. Blood is thickest in my family. Be careful until then. Both of you." The final three words are said with a sharper tongue, the words less silk and more venom. Head bowing in a polite manner, the willowy figure moves with swift steps backwards to leave into the darkness. "Remember, I was never here." 
Feb  2 03:44:35 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  2 03:50:17 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You don't have to hide. You just have to shoot things. You could call me a PI, but mostly..I'm a bit of a specialist. I deal in the Occult. Weird fuckin' shit like that. Mostly, though..I just get the shit kicked out of me now and then, get paid, and go on..", Adrien explains.
Feb  2 03:51:23 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Devon
Feb  2 03:51:25 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Christian
Feb  2 03:51:44 :: (GC) Adrien votes for Patrick
Feb  2 03:52:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Joining the crowd in its bustle and flow, Morgan is soon gone, just another angelic face in the City of Angels.
Feb  2 03:54:44 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Yes...let's..." Almost as though cold, another little shiver caused the female's body to tremble. She frowned slightly up at Christian but refused to look after whatever he was peering at. There was something in her gaze that almost seemed to spark with an unpleasant emotion before she looked away and glanced off down the street once more.
Feb  2 03:57:40 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "The occult?" he big man questions.  "There alot of call for that sort of thing around here?"  Patrick starts nervously looking up and down the road, almost as though he expects some sort of horror movie monster to jump out of the shadow.  "I mean, come on, how many people buy into that?" he asks with a shakey laugh.  He brings his mostly smoked cigarette to his lips with a shaking hand, and takes a deep drag, burnign more than half of whats left.
Feb  2 03:57:59 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The beautiful man tucks his hands in the back of his jeans pocket as he strolls down Santa Monica, glancing about at the buildings as he does so. 
Feb  2 04:05:07 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The harley-davidson comes to a halt as Christian allows the engine to die down. His dark orbs gaze up at the wet husk of a building that was his shop with a frown, a cold glare in his eyes as a low rumble of rage forms in the back of his throat, "Again. Does this city not look out for its own at all?" He growls this before shifting his gaze north and southward.
Feb  2 04:06:51 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The club is packed, as it would be any other friday. Amongst all the pierced and tattoo'ed, Jean somewhat sticks out like a sore thumb.  He stands near the back by the big tubes of Oxygen, the lighting and contrast of the surrounding area only adds to his already perfect and overwhelming beauty. A couple girls and even a few guys pathetically try to garner Jean's attention but are simply ignored.
Feb  2 04:08:12 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..There's not much call for it. Most people don't even know the half of it..", Adrien explains, lighting up a cigarette, "..You saw me bust the fucking head off of that loonie at Joe's right? You don't see that shit a lot. But let me tell you. There's some fucking weird. ass. shit. out there. I don't just keep a flask for my own damn health..", Adrien remarks, laughing a bit, but not seeming quite so shakey about it as Patrick does.
Feb  2 04:09:24 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Weaving her way through the glittering throng of bumping bodies and pulsating music, a rather short woman with dark hair makes her way towards the bar. She's nothing really out of the ordinary and not even her black sequined top could truly make her stand out amongst all these colorful people. If it bothers her, it doesn't show, since she wears a rather mischievious half-smile on her lips. All the while she scans the crowds, her eyes squinting to try to pick out certain features on this or that person.
Feb  2 04:16:49 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The engine of the bike builds to a deafening roar as Christian revs it to its own limits. The squeeling of tires against asphalt can be heard in the moment before launching down the street at a fast pace. His dark orbs focus on the street ahead, watching for obstacles as if even the nearest manhole might even be thrown up.
Feb  2 04:28:14 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The beautiful man chuckles, shedding a warm smile upon Ella. "@ROui, if I was not me, then... Naturally, madam, I would not be me at all.@w" He says grinning, "@RI am curious as to who you think I am and do I get the pleasure of knowing who you might be?@w" His voice is deep and masculine, though still manages to sound boyish. His French accent almost makes his speech melodious, adding a touch of seduction to his words. 
Feb  2 04:28:32 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..One-hundred percent, Grade A, made in Hell..", Adrien admits, stowing his light away once more, and having a personal moment to romance the newly-lit cigarette, before going on, "..Kid, there's just some shit that people have to get used to. And that's the fact that we're not on top of the fuckin' food chain. Heaven. Hell. It's all there, and it sure as Hell ain't empty..". He reaches up, patting the large man on the shoulder.
Feb  2 04:32:06 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Another blush rises unwittingly across Ella's cheeks, causing her to glance away for a second though she never loses the edge of her smile. "I've seen some pictures of you around.. the ingenius designer that so many starlets fawn over, mentioned in the pages of Vogue and Bazaar, yes?" she asks, her head tilting to one side as she returns her gaze to the pleasant lines of his face. "Me? I'm just Ella," she responds rather blandly, rolling one shoulder in a vague shrug.
Feb  2 04:34:45 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The man quirks an eyebrow and chuckles, "@RWhy, yes.  Anna will do just about anything to get shots of me in her magazine. But, the rest, I am afraid, you are mistaken.@w" He then ties his hair back, "@RIngenious and the best, yes. But, I am not the designer. I leave that to my other half.  I am just gifted with an eye for knowing quality and a creative mind, I believe that Karl, Monseiur Lagerfeld, even called his muse in Anna's magazine.@w"
Feb  2 04:46:33 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..There's some ways. None of 'em are easy. Fire. Sunlight. Shoot 'em in the head. Massive trauma damage. Cut 'em up until they stop fuckin' moving..", Adrien admits, in a rather non-chalant manner, while watching Patrick. There's a bit of a knowing look upon his face, "..Killin' em' is a nasty business. Probably not somethin' you want to get wrapped up in. There's people who can do that. You see a vampire, you should just run. Get the fuck away from it. Hell, give me a call. Can't miss me. I'm the only listing under Occultist..".
Feb  2 04:48:28 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "That does make a lot of sense when you explain it that way," the small woman responds with a thoughtful tone to her voice, her legs shifting position where she stands as if she finds it hard to keep completely still. "I wouldn't say I follow fashion, really. More like I follow the celebrity du jour and they usually gravitate towards certain designers."
Feb  2 04:51:57 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: His face goes still as he listens to your description of how to make vampires dead.  "Fire?  You don't say?"  He sticks his cigarette in the corner of his mouth and runs the palm of his hand over his close cropped hair.  "Two down then maybe," he mutters to himself.  "How can you tell?  A vampire, I mean?  And what about Stoker?  Staking them work?"  He shifts uneasily against the iron railing, and peeks up the street again.  "At least you're not under wizard."
Feb  2 04:54:49 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Jean
Feb  2 04:56:05 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Welllll..." the pale girl begins at length, her grey eyes rolling heavenwards, a note of amusement infusing her words, "I must say that I have taken a liking to Kimmora Lee's stuff. That gold cat is just so freaking adorable! Then there's those exquisite apple bottom jeans," she goes on, reaching back to slap her own rear for emphasis, "They even make it look like -I- have junk in my trunk!"
Feb  2 05:02:01 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Keeping up a rather stoic facade, Ella lifts an eyebrow as she listens. She nods her head slowly, her brow furrowing just a bit. "She seems like she'd be a hard woman to work with, and those two children never seem to smile all that much. Shouldn't kids be smiling a lot? Enjoying that time they have to not have to worry about grown-up shit? She is a pretty girl, and she knows how to get what she wants. I wonder if Russell even saw that divorce coming?"
Feb  2 05:08:38 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "I don't know if it would be prudent to mention it, so I'll just say what I'm -not- in," Ella declares with an upraised chin. "I'm not in the porn industry, obviously. I'm also not some sort of mysterious director or producer." With an exagerrated sigh, she finally admits, "I'm just a lowly photographer, giving young Hollywood the attention the so desperately crave."
Feb  2 05:16:23 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Snapping her attention back to the glorious muse, she seems to consider the proposition quietly for a minute. "I have, really I have, but there's not as much thrill in that. The hunt, the chase, it's all very thrilling," she explains with a gleam in her eyes, her body drawing itself up into a less slouched position.
Feb  2 05:26:00 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Pushing away from the bar to stand completely upright once more, the rather sober woman nods once at her companion. "I wouldn't mind trying something like that, if just to make some money on the side and see how things go," she pauses to offer up a small, apologetic smile, "Speaking of going, I have to."
Feb  2 05:26:06 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Jean
Feb  2 05:26:08 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Ella
Feb  2 05:26:14 :: (GC) Ella votes for Jean
Feb  2 05:28:30 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A look of complete shock registers across Ella's face for a few heartbeats, wondering if she heard him right through all the myriad sounds thrumming through the club. "Uum, sure. Yes! Yes, that sounds like an awesome idea. Thank you!" she exclaims while gently taking the proffered card, looking it over both front and back.
Feb  2 13:45:08 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Jean
Feb  2 14:22:55 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Amoung the the groups of youthful faces roaming the street, a single being stands out from the small crowd. Cerulean eyes staring up at the apartment complex with a sense of adoration, the willowy figure's gaze never breaks, as the small amount of foot traffic has enough room to move around. Nimble fingers toy idly with the buttons of an almost sheer dark brown shirt as weight is shifted in a somewhat uncomfortable manner within a new pair of matching suede sneakers. Golden curls falling about alabaster skin, there's a sense of calm about the youthful face that seems to override the stoic and neurotic demeanor usually displayed.
Feb  2 14:27:28 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A worn-out man breaks away from the crowd, a black jacket barely hanging around his torso, his blue tie loosened. A bit of five o clock shadow stands out on his cheeks, and he moves in a lethargic manner, his eyes wide and devoid of emotion. His expression is a rather hollow one as he heads towards the youth, staring at nothing in particular. In his right hand is a small flyer with a note taped to the front, while his left hand is empty. 
Feb  2 14:38:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Intense gaze breaking away from the building for a moment, the youthful figure's head tilts quizzically to the side, studying the familiar form with a certain mechanical detachment at first. However, a certain warmth creeps into the detached expression and a hint of fondness breaks the icy stare. "Hello Elijah.", is offered in a pleasent manner, the words spilling forth in a smooth manner. "Is something wrong?" One brow arches somewhat to punctuate the question, though it falls back into place only moments after the words are spoken.
Feb  2 14:39:29 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Jean
Feb  2 14:43:40 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The distraught man ambles up to the willowy youth, hand rising to present the paper to Devon. He doesn't speak, he only stares at his shoes in the same detached manner.
Feb  2 14:51:47 :: (GC) Devon rposed: There's a moment of hesitation before Devon accepts the flyer, eyes scanning the note on the front with intensity. "Where did you get this Elijah?", is more demanded than asked, the words coming out with more force than usually used by the willowy figure. Pausing to continue reading the entire flyer several times, a sense of suspicion creeps into the normally gentle tone. "What happened Elijah? Who gave these to you?" A single long step is taken towards the waiter, the suspicion seeming to quickly fade into worry.
Feb  2 15:15:00 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As the biker makes his way slowly down the street his hand falls to a saddle bag, drawing out his shotgun, he begins to fire at the couple on the street. Firing in quick succession the biker fills the air with buckshot even as the waiter reacts. Attempting to push both himself and his companion behind a parked car, it is to little avail though as his companion is wracked with hundreds of small pellet sized holes on the left side of their body. From his/her temple down his arm, over the torso, the entire side of their body and clothing are wracked by the pellets. Though for as  gruesome as the wounds look, he/she appears quite consiouse of the pain they are in.
Feb  2 15:26:03 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter stands to his feet, movements suddenly more dexterous than usual as he pulls Devon up and into his arms, a grimace contorting his face as he sidles towards the apartment complex with Devon held firmly in his arms, his breathing coming in heavy gasps, sweat shining on his forehead. He pushes through the door of the building and into the lobby, without stopping to look at anyone or anything.
Feb  2 15:27:15 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: In the distance one can make out the sound of police sirens.
Feb  2 15:34:59 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Stumbling and bleeding in as attractive a way as possible, Devon does his best to move on his own, not seeming to even notice the damage at first. It's only when his left side refuses to work that the gravity of the situation seems to hit. Good hand fumbling at his side, a set of key is slowly produced seemingly out of nowhere. "Get me to the apartment door...", is said in a surprisingly even tone, the pain still not showing its full effects on the willowy form. As the threshold comes closer, Devon's good arm shoots out, keys thrust into the top lock and turned until a clicking sound can be heard. This process is repeated four more times until, finally, the door can be opened and the pair can stumble through.
Feb  2 15:39:28 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The now-dexterous waiter pushes Devon into the room and onto the couch, dropping to his knees aside the other man as his hands rush over the figure's body, fingers gliding over each bullet hole. The look of horror intensifies, the side of his face speckled with his lover's blood, his lips curling into a look of utter confusion and pain. "Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck." The words leave his mouth in a frantic whisper as he continues feeling every single bullet hole, clearly unsure of what to do.
Feb  2 15:45:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Don't poke them...", is muttered as Devon's eyes fall shut. However, the motion seems to be one of concentration rather than surrender as an almost serene look falls over his angelic face. Slowly, the wounds begin to heal, bullets falling out of them as the skin knits back together, once more flawless in its appearance. The metalic clinks continue as some of the balls side off of the couch and into the rug before rolling onto the wooden floor. A soft sigh of obvious relief escapes the youth's lips, eyes beginning to flutter open. "I don't want to know what those touched before they hit me...", is whispered in a breathy manner.
Feb  2 15:50:35 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's hands fall to the couch as he stares at Devon, the frantic look falling away as the wounds are healed. "This is my fault." He says, his voice becoming hollow again. "I shouldn't have passed those out."
Feb  2 16:01:43 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Left arm stretching and flexing experimentally, Devon's head shakes slightly. "This was for yesterday. I think... It's all a little hazy." Arm flexing once more, it's drawn close to his torso, eyes studying the pale flesh with painstaking care. "Nothing you did. I think..." Leg now swinging off of the couch in one slow by smooth motion, it bends at the knee a bit, also in apparent trial. The uninjured arm moves to rest a hand over the now-healed leg, fingers pressing against the skin. A deep breath is drawn then released, causing a hacking cough. Gagging slightly, then wheezing a bit, a small metal ball finally pops out of the youth's mouth. "Oh...", is his only reply.
Feb  2 16:04:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As Devon sits up, Elijah falls back, knees bent and back laid straight against the ground. One hand falls against the willowy youth's knee, fingers feeling the denim there before lifting off in hesitation. The waiter stares at the ceiling in a detached manner, hand coming to rest on his companion's knee, before pulling away, then resting again, and pulling away. "I'm a fucking prick."
Feb  2 16:15:03 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As Devon's eyes roam the rest of his body with a keen eye, he gently prods parts to check and ensure that no blemishes remain from the attack. In the process, one hand moves to his knee, fingers entwining with the other man's. "What exactly happened?", is asked in a somewhat firm manner, a protective look replacing the questioning in his gaze. "Why would he want to hurt you?" Leaning over a little, his eyes seek contact with the other man's, a flicker of true apathy shining within them.
Feb  2 16:28:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "It happens. Or, at least, it happens to me." Left side now fairly visible from beneath the tattered clothing, Devon adds, "I'm already healed. Come see if you want." Arm unfolding from its position against his body, it's held out for the other man's inspection. "But how did you really get them in the first place?" One brow raises suspiciously. "These wouldn't be left at your apartment. The district is all wrong." This last sentence has a sense of knowing and familiarity to it, a more business-like tone than usually displayed. "Morgan would know that."
Feb  2 16:32:36 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "A person gave them to me." Elijah says from the ground, dark blue eyes peering out of the shadows made by his hand, which rests one his forehead. He sits up a little, eyeing the tattered clothing and perfect skin of his companion. "Okay. But I should have jumped in front of you." He sits back down now, fingers tapping out the random beat on Devon's knee. "I'm just another pathetic junkie, I should have gotten shot. Not you."
Feb  2 16:33:39 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Attired in her typical street clothing, the woman wore faded blue jeans slung low on her hips, a black leather halter with a v-cut neck and a black duster over the entire affair. Cosmetically concealed eyes peered through small, rectangular glasses, tinted red, at the gathering. Canting her head to the side, she caught the first strains of music and wandered closer. As she approached the guitarist, her eyes widened slightly and her pace increased. Though the woman's pose was casual, with hands in her pockets, the unspeakably lovely music had her clearly entranced.
Feb  2 16:42:38 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Elijah, had you taken the shots, you would have died. I don't think I'd be able to save you in time either." Gaze still peering critically at his own skin, Devon continues, "For me, this wasn't much. I've healed a lot worse. Even if I was given a choice, I would have taken the shots for you." Eyes now shifting their focus on the other man, a true smile plays on full lips. "I don't care what you see yourself as, or what the world sees you as. You're mine, and I'm yours. Remember, the other night?"
Feb  2 16:49:03 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Looking up at the young woman an the expression upon her face, the guitarist finishes the song. Setting his guitar down between his legs he wraps himself about its neck. Giving pause in his music playing to inquire, "Something wrong miss?" His soft voice a quiet timber.
Feb  2 16:53:18 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Oh," was murmured in an almost disappointed tone as she blinked twice and stopped her minute motions. Clearing her throat softly, the woman offered him a light grin and shook her head. "Nah..you're... Well, you're amazing, quite frankly. Was just wondering how in hell ya got that good."
Feb  2 17:00:21 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I was what?" There's a hint of confusion from the youth now, as though the the words carry no meaning to him. Suspicion, too, creeps into his demeanor, seeming both confused and unsure at once. A slight effort is made at climbing off of the couch, only to be followed by an equally pitiful attempt to curl up in one corner. In the end, through all the scrambling, the willowy form never really makes it anywhere and he easily settles back into place. "Elijah, what are you talking about?" The words come out in a shaky manner, as though an underlying truth is known but never accepted, memories that never existed floating to the surface all at once. "I don't know what you're talking about." Hollow and without meaning, they are truth defined, yet all part of a spinning web of lies.
Feb  2 17:08:06 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Mm...the Fortunes are fickle, I suppose." She replied with a light chuckle. "As long as you're content with life...s'all good. And, well..you don't like a fella what's discontent." Looking around at the dispersing crowd for a moment, her gaze returned to the man shortly. "I'm Jang, by the way." She said, offering out her hand to him.
Feb  2 17:22:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Rising from the couch in one swift motion, Devon walks over to the dejected figure standing at his door. Closing the distance between them in a few long strides, his arms wrap tightly about the other man, holding him in a firm embrace. Nothing is said as the man's head is tucked against the youth's shoulder or as a kiss is placed gently upon his cheek. Body still cold and without the comfort of a beating heart, Devon just stands there clutching his companion against his willowy frame, embrace not showing any signs of loosening.
Feb  2 17:28:23 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Focus, hmm? Sometimes I think I spend time focusin'..." Stretching her legs then by leaning back slightly the woman looked in the direction of the hotel with slightly pursed lips. "Been awhile since I just jumped on my bike and wandered off to ends unknown. But...eh..." Shrugging then, her eyes returned to regard the musician.
Feb  2 17:32:28 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter stops, letting out a sigh of relief as he's held, arms hanging limply at his sides even as Devon's arms surround him. "Okay. That's nice too." He continues taking heavy breaths through his nostrils, pressing his thin, hunched form into the willowy youth's. "I needed that." He says, his words released in a chuckle of relief. "That biker was an asshole. I thought you were dead for a few seconds."
Feb  2 17:41:03 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I AM dead.", is pointed out in Devon's usual blunt and candid manner. "I'm just glad that you're not either." Voice lowering even more, he adds very quietly, "Not yet anyway." Gently nuzzling the other man's neck in an affeconate manner, the youthful form pauses in this action, inhaling deeply against the other man's skin. At the same time, his lips brush against the pulse flowing through the man's veins. A ligh kiss is planted on the spot, a slight bite behind it. "You're so warm...", is murmured in a pleased manner, though there's hunger within the statement as well. But before fangs can skin into flesh, the youth's head snaps backwards, arms loosening their grip upon his companion's shoulders.
Feb  2 17:41:33 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "The hell'd you do, chickadee?" The crimson-eyed woman asked as soon as she saw the bandage. Turning slightly, she looked Althea up and down once, concern evident. There had been no accusation in her tone, only a touch of worry..which seemed to be the general trend. Gaze switching between the two she gave a light "Huh." sound before focusing once more on the female.
Feb  2 17:44:48 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "It's nothing big. I just kind of... spaced out while I was cutting vegetables. I kinda woke up and I was bleeding. I've been a little off for the past few days, but I think I'll be okay. Devon's sister accused me of cutting myself for fun." She scowls, raking her fingers through her hair. She seems almost surprised to find it clean.
Feb  2 17:44:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah closes his eyes, fingers silently moving to rest against Devon's hips, head bowed forward slightly to bring his neck into better view. As his companion's head snaps back, an ebony eyebrow is raised on the man's forehead, a curious look coming over his handsome features. "Something wrong?" He asks, hands sliding over Devon's hips and up to the other man's back, returning the semi-hug.
Feb  2 17:50:58 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: In a blur of motion, and a soft ringing of metal, a butterfly knife flourishes open in Johnny's hand. Stepping close to Althea, Johnny cuts away the bandage with the same precision for which he plays his music. There is deliberate force behind the caring movements as he inspects the wound, the knife seeming to disappear as he flourishes it once again. "Do you hide behind a lie, or do you speak true." His free hand coming up to caress Althea's cheek, brushing her hair back behidn her ears. He has a solemn look to his gaze.
Feb  2 17:58:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A disturbed look flashes through Devon's eyes, not horrified in it's appearance, but still visibly unsettled. "I...I almost lost control. I would have killed you..." Head beginning to shake slightly, Devon's gaze travels the room several times, focusing on the bookcases and furniture rather than the man presses against him. "I need to use blood to heal. The worse the injury, the more blood I need to use." Voice sounding somewhat faint, almost distracted, he continues, "And as you saw...I was in bad shape." A hint of realization dawns on the willowy form now, his gaze once more falling upon Elijah. "You used your blood as well." A smile dances upon his lips for a moment, pride visible within his cerulean eyes.
Feb  2 18:02:59 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Pfft," Came the initial response to Althea's statement. Waving a hand lightly at the woman she offered the pair a smile. "Don't look like now tiff to me, sweetheart. Looks like a man in love with his lady." With that, she would turn away slightly to give them a modicium of privacy on the street. That hand dropped to pluck her silver cigarette case from a pocket and remove one of the cylinders. Snapping the case shut, the cigarette was placed between her lips and her opposite hand drew a brass zippo from her other pocket to light it.
Feb  2 18:19:24 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "No, it's okay," she murmurs to Johnny, acknowledging his care for her. "Yeah, less wandering around at night wondering where the hell he is," she says, wrapping an arm around Johnny's waist and giving him a light squeeze. "I keep forgetting to put that bracelet on, though. I'm not good at remembering jewelry that's not already stuck in me." She gestures towards her various piercings, then pulls out a gold charm bracelet from her bag. After fiddling with the clasp, she manages to attach it around her left wrist.
Feb  2 18:21:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A somewhat somber look ghosts over Devon's countenance, his voice low as he speaks to his companion. "You're going to need blood too. Not human blood like what I drink. You'll need vitae, Cainite blood." Pale eyes look into the waiter's darker gaze. "If I feed you again, you're going to be bound to me by three drinks. You'll love me due to the blood we'll share. If you need to act against me to aid yourself, you might find yourself unable to." Leaning in closer to the man once more, the youth's motions are timid. "You will be addicted to me." The last words are spoken with a strange mixture of appreciation and forboding, a certain pleasurable uneasiness within the piercing gaze. "Think as we go out, and while I hunt. Use what little will you have against me now to think over what I've said. Do you accept this?"
Feb  2 18:28:38 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter stares into the other man's eyes, listening to his every word. Finally his head moves forward a few inches, lips pressing into Devon's, before he pulls away and sighs from the passion of the kiss. "I've been addicted for a long time now." He states, putting both arms around the other man. "I accept it."
Feb  2 18:39:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding once to the other man, Devon reluctently breaks away from the warmth embracing him and pressing against his body. "Maybe we can skip the club for tonight. I have some things that I'd like to show you." One hand lingers upon his companion's shoulder for a moment, deft fingers trailing slowly away. Bending his other arm at the elbow, a hand snakes inside his shirt, visibly moving beneath the material for a moment. With a simple flick of the wrist, a set of keys are produced as the hand reappears. Shifting his body slightly, the first key is inserted into the top lock, only to discover that the door was never locked in the first place. A slight, 'hmmm', is let out as the youth gazes down at himself and the tattered clothing. "I don't think I'm dressed for clubbing as it is..."
Feb  2 18:47:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man smiles, one hand moving forward to slide up and down Devon's side, fingers catching in the holes made by the shotgun pellets, touching the cold skin of Devon's chest for fleeting moments before he reclaims his hand. "Things to show me?" He repeats in a questioning voice, an eyebrow lofting in inquiry. His hands linger at Devon's sides, clearly not ready to leave the other man's vicinity.
Feb  2 18:48:16 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Um, I guess. The wolf was nice, though. He seemed happy to have people paying attention to him. Jang petted him and everything. I wouldn't touch him, though, I was afraid of getting rabies or something. Still, I don't think I'd be terribly scared of a jewelry-bearing wolf. Weird shit happens here all the time. I'm almost used to seeing things I can't explain." She puts the notebook back into her bag, then turns to Johnny. "Do you know where I can get a crucifix? Usually I get cheap silver-plated stuff, but I guess you're talking pure silver."
Feb  2 18:54:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Opening the door, Devon peers around in a rather neurotic manner, eyes studying the building lobby with a critical eye. Upon seeing that the entire area appears empty, he slips through the door, tugging gently at his companion to guide the man out before swiftly closing the door. Keys still clutched, one is slipped into the to lock, then turned before a click is heard. This process is repeated three more times, each with a different lock and key, before Devon's arm once more slips beneath his shirt and tucks the keys safely away. Giving the area another quick glance around, he nods a bit, then opens the door out of the building.
Feb  2 19:05:08 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Wha the..." The words trailed off into incoherence as she just stared at Johnny, mouth agape as though she had more to say. After a moment, her jaw snapped shut with an audiable click and the woman took a slow breath. "...Yeah, I'm not surprised." The woman finally commented with a resigned sigh and a wry smile. "Weirdness...magnet..." As she said the words, however, she seemed more amused this time now that the startled shock had passed.
Feb  2 19:09:49 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter walks along with his companion, one arm slipped around the youth's slender waist. "Where are we going?" He asks in a stoic voice, dark blue eyes watching each person they pass, each car, each shining streetlight. He reaches into his pocket with his free hand, choosing a cigarette as they walk before slipping it between his lips.
Feb  2 19:12:08 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "You and me both, Jang," she chuckles. "You get to do all the fun stuff," Althea whines, joking around but with a tinge of seriousness in her voice. "So I can't go in the park at all? Wandering there at 2am wasn't a good idea even if there weren't wolves, but what about during the day?"
Feb  2 19:17:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Among the herds of Kine.", is the only response offered by the androgynous form, the words taking on more meaning as his long strides lead them onto the strip. Eyes searching the crowd with intense concentration, Devon carefully stalks through the masses, each motion made flowing and precise. There's a visible predatory nature showing within him now, and an air of superiority mingles about his slight frame. A cruel grin seems to alight both on his lips and within his eyes as a target is selected and honed in on. Pace speeding up slightly, he intersects a plain-looking woman dressed in worn clothing walking along in a dejected manner, her eyes dull, almost devoid of existence. An innocent grin is offered to her.
Feb  2 19:26:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Slipping casually from Elijah's grasp, Devon's own lithe arms rise from slender sides with liquid grace, fingers motioning to the woman in a coy, 'come hither' motion as the youth moves towards an empty alley. When in reach, one limb wraps about her torso to pin her arms as another raises a hand up to cover her mouth, elbow acting as a lever to bare her neck. A few quick steps bring her fully into the darkened corner with a twisting motion, the willowy form using the woman's own weight to apply pressure against her. Fangs sliding out from their sheathes, they plunge into her skin, a shudder of pleasure coursing through the slight frame. Eyelids flutter open and shut as more blood is drawn.
Feb  2 19:30:33 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea's eyes go wide. "I should, um, take this off then, yes?" She swiftly undoes the clasp and tosses the bracelet back into her bag. "I'll keep this in a drawer. No more wildlife adventures for me." She laughs, trying to cover up how unsettled she is.
Feb  2 19:34:24 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Gabe didn't seem that fussed when I showed him mine..." She pondered, thinking back..before remembering something made her blink slightly. Shrugging to herself, she watched Johnny closely. "That wolf had weird...things...fluttering around him too. Why the hell would he have been so nice and snuggly?"
Feb  2 19:39:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the woman begins to go limp, Devon's grasp on her loosens somewhat. Her chest still rises and falls, seeming to be experiencing too much pleasure to put up a fight. Lips lightly dappled in blood, the willowy form whispers gently to the waiter, "Come here Elijah. Please." The dark smile once more graces his lips as his tongue slips out to lick them in an almost suggestive manner. One arm unlooping from the woman's chest, the wrist is brought up to the youth's mouth, fangs easily slicing open the smooth, alabaster flesh. Reaching outwards towards his companion, the youth's wrist is offered to the other man.
Feb  2 19:39:35 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Ah, got'cha. I'm a bit knew to this whole schtick..." The tall woman would admit. "Ghosts I can wrap my mind around...the rest of it is takin me some time." Blinking then, she paused to wonder if she should have said that. Looking over to Althea instead she'd offer, "Eh, don't worry about it...you can come shoppin with me later and we'll get a buncha shiny shit." The words were accompanied by a smirk.
Feb  2 19:52:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Leaning into and rubbing against the touch for a few moments, with obvious affection, Devon's gaze matches Elijah's the entire time. Nodding once to him, the youth's attention returns to the woman, a few more slow sips being taken from her before the bloodied patch on her neck is licked closed, most of the blood being lapped up in the same motion. Carelessly, her still-breathing form is dropped to the ground as though she's nothing but leftovers and trash. Arms reaching out to once more join his companion, the youthful form presses against him, gazing upon the man for another moment before turning away from the alley and nodding towards the crowd. Any excess blood is idly licked from full lips as an arm rises, allowing a now-warm hand to caress the man's face with a gentle, feathery touch. Fingers trailing against the waiter's skin, the youth begins to idly stride away from the darkness.
Feb  2 19:52:37 :: (GC) Johnny votes for Catalina
Feb  2 19:52:44 :: (GC) Johnny votes for Althea
Feb  2 19:52:46 :: (GC) Catalina votes for Johnny
Feb  2 19:52:51 :: (GC) Johnny votes for Christian
Feb  2 19:52:53 :: (GC) Catalina votes for Althea
Feb  2 19:53:16 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Johnny
Feb  2 19:53:18 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Devon
Feb  2 19:56:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: After Devon has rubbed against his touch, Elijah allows his hand to fall down and rest at the youth's side. Elijah presses against Devon, meeting the other man's gaze, a warm blush rising in his cheeks as his face is caressed. Finally as they turn towards the mouth of the alleyway, he falls into step next to his companion, one arm wrapped loosely about Devon's waist. "Where to now?" His eyes linger on the willowy youth, brimming with fondness and that same passionate desire.
Feb  2 20:03:44 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Cerulean gaze looking beyond the noise and the crowd of the street and beyond, Devon offers only one word as a response, "Home." Beginning to stride through the gaps in the crowd with a certain practiced ease, the willowy form heads back into the direction that the pair came from. The very essence of the word brings out a sense of comfort within the detached look, holding both longing and pleasure. There is no look back, or even to his side as steps carry the youthful figure towards the desired destination.
Feb  2 20:11:23 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "I got some cash, we'll go amuse ourselves." She offered, looking over at the other woman. "Gabe's decided to pay for the equipment I need so that leaves me with free capital." Pursing her lips slightly, the woman looked around before scratching at her head lightly. "Now to figure out where the shops are..."
Feb  2 20:14:15 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "You sure? You don't have to if you don't want to," she says sheepishly. "And equipment? What sort of equipment?" A pause. "You don't have to answer that. I'm still trying to figure out when to shut up around other people."
Feb  2 20:23:53 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I don't feel like I'm in the loop. I don't know shit, and all I get is vague stuff whenever I ask. Makes me feel like a kid, but I guess I am regarding all this mystical stuff. I guess with all the talk of silver and whatever, we're dealing with werewolves here. I've played enough video games to know not to fuck with them, at least," she says, chuckling. 
Feb  2 20:26:46 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Focusing on relocking the door, Devon idly calls out, "There's a closet in my room. You can put it there if you want. Or I can do it since I should probably change..." The words are left hanging in the air in a rather uncomfortable silence, eyes flitting around the room in desperation to focus on something other than his companion. Clearing his throat gently, Devon begins to head towards the door. "There's a mirror in there too. We might need it." The youth's arms move to wrap about his torso, as though he is trying to hide within his own embrace.
Feb  2 20:28:46 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Yeah...seems like. I half believed it when Gabe told me but with someone else confirming..." Shrugging again, she only shook her head slowly. "So better safe than sorry. Your cross though...I got an idea. There's a shop on Melrose...we can walk it or drive, up to you."
Feb  2 20:36:13 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I don't really have a preference," she says, shrugging. "I walk everywhere, so a few more blocks won't kill me." She crosses her arms, looking off into the distance pensively. "But if you want to drive, that's cool too."
Feb  2 20:39:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Opening the door to the softly lit room, Devon slip through it in silence and wanders over to the trunk at the foot of the bed, sitting carefully down on it. Softly, he begins to speak, "What would you look like if you could choose your appearance? Do you remember when I asked you that?" One brow arches slightly as the question is posed once more. "I can make it happen. Or, at least, try rather hard and get pretty close. This is both a science and an art." Eyelids lowering slightly, he continues, "In Detroit I had dark hair...mahogany brown...and the most lovely golden eyes. Along with an impish face that looked like an ethereal pixie..."
Feb  2 20:49:40 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "This looks almost too swanky for me," Althea remarks. "I hope they don't kick me out for being a poor student." She jams her hands into the pockets of her sweatshirt, fidgeting as she waits for Catalina to feed the meter.
Feb  2 20:52:40 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: He smiles and leans forward onto his knees, pressing his lips against Devon's. "And green eyes. With bits of silver in them. Can you do that?" His voice is barely a whisper, the warm smile never leaving his lips.
Feb  2 21:07:01 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "You'd be amazed what I can do...and what I can't." Looking down at himself with a lingering sense of questioning, a hint of irony enters his speech, though the tone seems to be subconscious. "I can change my face, anything I want. But not my body. Nothing from the neck down. I think it's something my sire did. Or maybe just my parents. I'm...not really sure." One shoulder shrugging in a rather nonchalant manner, a vague smile appears more within his eyes than upon his lips. "But I think I can manage what you asked." Eyes flicking upwards towards the mirror, his head tilts to the side in his usual quizzical manner. "Can I just ask why?"
Feb  2 21:26:52 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Perfect!" Althea exclaims. "Good thing they had this, we could've been out all night looking for necklaces, and then I'd feel like a jerk for being so picky." The attendant puts the necklace on the display cloth. Althea runs her finger across the chain, picking up the charm to feel its heft. "I think this one is it."
Feb  2 21:29:05 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Good, good!" Smiling, she pointed at the necklace that Althea was holding. "We'll take that one..then give us another minute, yeah?" Up nodding at the attendant, the woman headed to one of the tall cases in the back to look at the body jewelry. "Maybe I should get something pierced..." She pondered looking down over her body. "Wanted to get my navel done but...eh.." Shrugging, the squinted slightly at some of the uv tongue rings.
Feb  2 21:39:11 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "It's called a smiley, and it looks really painful, or at least really weird to have it slapping against your teeth all the time. You can also get that little bit of skin under your tongue that attaches it to your mouth pierced. Or, you know, your navel, if you're less into the really awkward places to put a needle."
Feb  2 21:41:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "It's because I forget what I looked like. Before it was a new face whenever I wanted to fade away." Eyes still looking into the mirror, as though trying to see within his own gaze, he murmurs gently. "Who do you see when you look into a mirror? Who are you in your own eyes?" Shifting his position slightly, in an effort to hide within the bullet ridden-clothing, his fingers begin to arch and flex idly in preparation.
Feb  2 21:50:47 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Yeah, prolly... After all, my man don't mind em so who the hell cares..." Though she chuckled and smiled, the woman gave a faint wince at the half-memory of how she got the scars. "And uh...I got into some trouble when I was younger. Back when I was a teenager...ended up in a bad way for a few years with some punks what didn't know how to treat a lady..." Shrugging, she released the material and turned to consider the case again. "You're prolly right though...high time I got over that..."
Feb  2 21:57:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Most likely. But my mind is a complicated place to be." Slowly climbing to his feet, Devon looks down at the other man, a certain serene look overcoming his already passive features. His brows furrow ever-so-slightly, though not enough to wrinkle much. Arms rising up, one hand cups each of Elijah's cheeks affectionately. "Well, I suppose we'll see what this does to your mind then..." There's a hint of joking within his words, though not enough to be fully comforting. A soft breath of cool air flows over his full lips, eyes closing for a moment in silent contemplation.
Feb  2 22:07:42 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Do it right. The classiest filth you can find!" She grins. "Really make it an experience to remember. My favorite piercings aren't because of where they are, but because I went with a my friends and we had a lot of fun before and after getting it done," she says, running her fingernail along the etching on her crucifix.
Feb  2 22:55:11 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Maybe if I start off with something small..." Althea says to herself as she flips through the portfolios. "I'm just worried that Johnny will hate it, you know?" she calls out to Jang. The first book is full of anchors, naked women, ships, and other traditional tattoo art. She turns to the next one, which is full of Japanese-inspired images. A vivid cherry blossom catches her eye, and she marks the page with her finger.
Feb  2 22:58:53 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Well, does he love you for you or for what's on your skin?" The woman replied in a philosophical tone. "He seems the type that sees past all that, yeah? If you're worried you can do something on your foot or ankle. Might sting a bit more but it's tons easier to cover up until you're sure ready to show it off."
Feb  2 23:00:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Hold still so that I don't break anything too important..." Devon's voice trails off slightly as his fingers begin ghosting over Elijah's face with a sense of detached concentration. Light touches slowly turn to kneading motions, each finger delicately twitching in its own special motion. From time to time there's a pause in the motions, though for the most part it's as though each movement is part of a never-ending cycle. Pulling and tugging with an artist's touch and a surgeon's precision, deft hand begin to apply obvious pressure, the force turning fingertips white in the process. Moving away from Elijah's face and towards his scalp, soft scraping motions are made, as though each and every follicle is being tugged and tweaked separately. There's almost a glaze over the willowy figure's gaze now, as though seeking inspiration from a source beyond normal sight. "Open your eyes.", is whispered in an almost disembodied manner, lips almost seeming to move separate from the voice spilling from them. "Th
Feb  2 23:07:08 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Yeah, you're right. What the hell, I'll do it." She pauses. "Well, when I can afford it. I don't feel right taking more money off you tonight when you were already so generous about the necklace." She smiles sheepishly. "Do you want me to come in while you get pierced?"
Feb  2 23:26:21 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "What do you think would look good on Johnny? Maybe we should get them both navel rings!" She laughs loudly. "Matching ones, with lots of gemstones." She sighs. "No wonder it's so hard for me to find a guy, I think it's too funny to think of things like that. Somehow I don't think they'd find it as funny as I do."
Feb  2 23:32:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "But what WILL the neighbors say..." The words spill forth in a rather strange manner, once more sounding almost disembodied, as though flowing from a different source. As Elijah's eyes open, Devon nods in a polite, though distracted, manner. "Thank you." Fingers trailing downwards, a twisted little grin begins to appear on the youthful form's lips, remaining there in a rather neat and tidy fashion. "A LITTLE pinch..." With these words, Devon's long fingers actually touch the other man's eyeballs, poking and prodding with far from gentle motions. There's a pattern and method to this madness though, as an almost scientific rhythm begins to reveal itself, each minute twitch falling into a complex order. Finally, long fingers turn lax , drooping slowly as though wilting. Slowly, they curl into Devon's palms as he himself seems to slowly come back to reality. Blinking in a somewhat dazed manner, he gentle whisper, "I think I'm done." Almost as though coming down from a high, he sits down on the floor rath
Feb  2 23:35:06 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I'm having this hilarious idea of Gabe and Johnny lifting up their shirts to show everyone, and then getting really pissed when people laugh." She wrinkles her nose a little at the image of the needle being poked through Jang's stomach. "You doing okay? How's the pain compared to the tongue?"
Feb  2 23:35:22 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Almost as though coming down from a high, he sits down on the floor rather hard, bony frame making an audible thud on the wood.
Feb  2 23:38:21 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: His face goes still as he listens to your description of how to make vampires dead.  "Fire?  You don't say?"  He sticks his cigarette in the corner of his mouth and runs the palm of his hand over his close cropped hair.  "Two down then maybe," he mutters to himself.  "How can you tell?  A vampire, I mean?  And what about Stoker?  Staking them work?"  He shifts uneasily against the iron railing, and peeks up the street again.  "At least you're not under wizard."
Feb  2 23:38:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: More wincing and frantic, whispered curses spill from the man's soft lips, until finally the process is over and he reaches up, fingers dancing over his now modified flesh. "I should have taken a few shots of tequila." He says, a grim smile on his lips. "How do I look?
Feb  2 23:40:56 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The lean man with the unkempt hair laughs a bit at this, in a harsh demeanor, "..What the fuck do I look like? A professional? I don't know. You stick 'em in the sun. Dead. You stick 'em in a fire. Dead. You cut their head off. Dead. You throw garlic at 'em, and you get your throat ripped out. That's about all that I know about 'em. Don't let 'em get their blood on you. Or in you. Don't let 'em get their fangs in you, either..". He stretches a bit, taking a long drag off of the cigarette again, before arching a brow and asking, "..And..what the fuck is under the wizard..?".
Feb  2 23:51:31 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "People don't understand that putting the jewelry in is the worst part, not the piercing itself." She yawns, then pulls out her cell phone to check the time. "God, it's late. I didn't even realize how long I'd been out."
Feb  2 23:52:40 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Adrien
Feb  2 23:52:42 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Althea
Feb  2 23:52:45 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Catalina
Feb  2 23:52:49 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Leannan
Feb  2 23:52:53 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Christian
Feb  2 23:52:55 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Patrick
Feb  2 23:53:03 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Elijah
Feb  2 23:53:12 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Devon
Feb  2 23:53:23 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Johnny
Feb  2 23:53:28 :: (GC) Althea votes for Catalina
Feb  2 23:53:30 :: (GC) Elijah votes for Devon
Feb  2 23:54:17 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Adrien
Feb  2 23:54:29 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: The large man gave the woman a firm 'pat' on the back, which she returned with equal force. Pulling some cash from her pocket, the laid it next to the tray for him and turned to head off. "Eh! Thanks, Rob..." She called over her shoulder before smiling to Althea and tilting her head towards the exit. "I can drop ya off home if ya like. Unless ya wanna walk?" As she squirmed a bit, the man behind her grinned and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, "About damn time you got the thing..."
Feb  2 23:56:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Willowy form still sitting idly on the floor, Devon's gaze turns upwards. "Look in the mirror.", is offered in a droll fashion, his eyes holding a vague sense of fatigue. All but crawling over to the chest at the foot of the bed, he kneels, cheek resting on the top. There's an almost soothing effect created by the large piece of furniture, both arms soon draping over the item in a peaceful and serene way. "Close your eyes, and imagine an image. Then open them and see the truth."
Feb  3 00:01:13 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..If you get the shit on you, then you have a chance to get the shit in you. And if you get that fucking shit /in/ you...it fucks with you. It makes you like the fucking neckbiters. Whether you want to or not. Makes you sympathize with 'em. Makes you wanna do shit for 'em..", Adrien admits, flicking the ash from his cigarette, and taking a moment to watch it drift down to the sidewalk before he continues on, "..And I don't know about you, bub, but I don't want to be no fucking mindslave..".
Feb  3 00:12:51 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "It make you like them?" the big man questions, as he takes another drag.  "How so?  Does getting their blood in you make you like them or something?"  His voice rises a touch during the last question, going from deep and hoarse to a nearly normal tone of voice, though still hoarse.
Feb  3 00:16:02 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..No no no fucking no..", Adrien admits, using his free hand to slap against his forehead, "..It doesn't make you like them. It makes you /like/ them. It makes you fucking love them, if you drink enough. I don't know if it does anything else. It's fucking weird. Just don't drink the shit. That's what I know..". Almost as an afterthought, he pulls the Desert Eagle Mark XIX from his shoulder holster, popping the clip and looking it over, before putting it all back, "..Just checking..", he murmurs, before looking back to Patrick, "..So what're you going to do now? Ignore it? Go back to life and pretend it didn't happen?".
Feb  3 00:18:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still draped over the chest in an almost protective manner, Devon nods a bit, finger limply trying to stroke the wood. "Of all the places that you've been, what meant the most to you? If you could pick it up and place it into a jar, what would it look like?" The question comes out in a quiet way, though it's obvious that there's depth to it. "Essentially, what is home?" Eyes closing partially while draped over the chest, he studies his companion with a curious gaze, though the expression hardly touches his features.
Feb  3 00:39:31 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Sport and I never mixed. I think." There's a true sense of not knowing within Devon's words, though the tone drifts off somewhat. "Could you find your way back to that place if you were in New York again? Is there something that pulls at your mind if you think about it long enough?" Head finally seeming to have the strength to lift itself once more, Devon's fingers make a weak attempt to move and flex once more. "Would you want to go back there?" The last question is earnest and true, the offer seeming to hang silent in the air.
Feb  3 00:41:06 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah? That's some strong fuckin' faith..", Adrien admits, sucking on his cigarette again, before ashing the head off of it, "..I believe in God. I just don't believe the fucker likes me at all..", he explains, despite the fact that he makes a quick cross over his chest when he speaks that, "..I figure though. If these things exist, he can't like 'em. I kill enough of 'em, and he might just let me in after all. So that's what I do. Also, I'm a bit of a humanist. I don't fuckin' like it when shit like that tries to push my race around..".
Feb  3 01:00:12 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Given the bet?", Adrien asks, "..I don't think He cares. Who the fuck knows, though. I don't call the shots, and if I knew my asshole from my elbow, I wouldn't be fuckin' masturbating every night..". He glances up and down the street for a brief moment, dropping his cigarette onto the sidewalk and crushing it beneath his shoe, "..Know what I do know, though? I know when I see one of the fuckin' assholes, I shoot 'em. Or set 'em on fire. Or somethin' else. They ain't going to push me or my race around..".
Feb  3 01:04:41 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Fresh air? If you're thinking a road trip with a convertible, you'll be spreading my ashes across the country.", is explained in a tone rather somber and patient for the vaguely cynical comment. "I should just send you there with an empty suitcase in reality. Morgan wouldn't even give you the suitcase." Slowly moving his palms to the top of the trunk, Devon collects his legs under him, gradually climbing to his feet. Offering the item a rather fond pat, he leans against the bed. "But there's time to think of something I suppose." Eyes holding a secret, he slowly adds, "No, you don't get to know why yet."
Feb  3 01:12:06 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Oogie boogie, yall need to get to sleep or yer gonna miss the Superbowl tomarrow
Feb  3 01:22:01 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Lilith was the queen-whore. I'd shoot her in the fucking face just as fucking fast as I'd shoot those fucking neck-fuckers in the fucking face..", Adrien admits, snorting in a bit of a derisive manner, "..We're humans. They feed on us. That's all of the fucking information that I need. They're good for testing my aim, not my faith..". Slipping the flask from his backside, the unkempt man unscrews the lid and takes another pull from it, swishing around the whiskey before going on, "..You start givin' em an inch, and they'll take a mile, boy.".
Feb  3 01:33:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Following his companion's gaze, Devon raises a brow in questioning. "Tired already?" Eyes slowly panning the room thoughtfully, his gaze pauses at the vague lump where the room's window should be visible. "The night's still quiet for me. Or, at least, if I was still...employed...it would be. Pushing off the spot where his willowy form had perched, the youthful figure takes a few steps towards the door, casting a quick look over his shoulder to check on the other man's condition.
Feb  3 01:54:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Creations of God? No. I don't believe so. The only thing that God ever 'created' was the concept of free will and fucking choice, McCarthy. When someone snaps, rapes a woman, stabs her in the stomach, and then drives a car off of a cliff, that's not God's creation. It's not a test of Faith. It's not some divine sign. It's a person making a bad choice..", Adrien explains, pulling another cigarette from his pocket, and perching it upon his thin lips, "..You see a fucker sipping the blood from someone else's neck? It's a choice. A bad choice. And we all have to pay for our bad choices. You yourself should fucking know that better than most..". He stops there, pausing his tirade to light up the cigarette and romance it, before ending with, "..Then again. I'm no fucking deity. I could be wrong. Maybe God did create them. Maybe he likes to see us get pissed all over. Either way, I'm still shooting the motherfuckers..".
Feb  3 02:10:47 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..No harm at all that I've ever fuckin' seen. Unless you're attached to free will. This comes back to that whole 'choices' shit, though. God gave 'em to us? They take 'em away. And I don't know about you, but I ain't cattle. And I don't aim to sit out in no fuckin' field and chew grass all day..", Adrien states, glancing over to the looming doors of the Church of the Sacred Heart, "..They get addicted, too. Want more. Can't live without it. It's a fuckin' drug. They go without it, and they go insane. Unless they kill whatever fucker gave it to 'em. Happened to a friend once.".
Feb  3 02:20:48 :: (GC) Devon rposed: continuing his casual strides towards the door, Devon lets out a soft breath, the sound almost like a gentle sigh. "I managed to survive a drive-by. Isn't that a Los Angeles rite of passage?" Once more, the words come out in tone far more serious than their almost jovial nature would suggest. "If you want to stay here for now...you can." The last two words are almost forced out, spilling forth seemingly hidden in a cough. "Just don't open the trunk. Please." Still apparently ready to walk out, Devon pauses for a moment, looking down at himself. Back stepping hastily, clothing is grabbed from the closet in a rather copious amounts, most of it now being used as a shield. "I'm going to change in the... bathroom...", is called out from a walking pile of hangers, all traces of Devon seemingly swallowed by the contents of his closet. A few footfalls later, even this is out of sight.
Feb  3 02:22:43 :: (GC) Devon votes for Elijah
Feb  3 02:29:48 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Hey. Some fucking demon pushes you down and floods you with sweet-tasting bile, and then you're not you anymore, that's not a person's choice. That's someone else makin' a person's choice for 'em. And if you think that's a person's choice, then you've got a fuckin' cracked view of what a choice is. You tryin' to tell me that women who're raped and killed, chose that?", Adrien asks, a bit of a sneer to his tone now. He takes a long draw off of his cigarette.
Feb  3 02:42:44 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You don't listen very well, do you, Patrick McCarthy? I told you it happened to a friend, once..", Adrien admits, seeming to grow a bit more on edge with each passing exchange between himself the and the ex-Priest, "..And I ain't talkin' about people drinkin' down the shit and lovin' it, and doing it for..whatever reason they do it. Fuck 'em. Their life, they can throw it away. When it comes time to pick who's livin' and who's gettin' shot though, I can tell you, it's gonna be them and not me. I'm talkin' about the people who aren't getting a choice. This ain't fucking Hitler and the Jews. It's fuckin' Heaven and Hell..".
Feb  3 02:53:02 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Fine, anyone that lived through such an ordeal," the big man snaps, his eyes flashing with a barely controlled anger.  He mounts the steps up to Adrien and stands towering above him, "DO YOU?" he shouts, in a total departure from his normally placid demeanor.
Feb  3 02:53:35 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Cerulean eyes scanning the area with painstaking caution, a willowy and androgynous figure strides slowly down the street. A slight limp can be seen in his, or her, left leg and the left arm is kept curled against a slender chest in an almost protective manner. Gaze darting from side to side in a warily, the youthful form keeps moving, never pausing even as ducks and dodges are taken to avoid the seedier nightlife out in this part of town. Golden curls pulled partially back with an elastic band, the angelic and almost innocent features are displayed for all the world to see. Good arm resting easily in the slight dip between a trim waist and slightly flared hips, one pale hand rests over a prominent collarbone, a finger tracing it with a light touch.
Feb  3 03:04:19 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien doesn't seem to flinch or back down from the massive man, and indeed, steps forward so that the pair of them are front-to-front, the shorter of the two looking up at the taller with dark sights and thin lips that are pressed into a grim, but determined expression, "..Yeah. I know a few. You'll see 'em hangin' on street corners, with broken fuckin' minds. Either from goin' without, or doin' too many fuckin' drugs to try and get back all that ugly, damned bliss..". His nostrils flare for a moment, sucking in air along with his mouth, and fueling his cigarette for the cloud of smoke that he ends up blowing upwards, an ominous herald to the 'click' of a gun's hammer right at Patrick's crotch (1 Success, stealth), "..Now you better back the fuck off of me, Priest. I didn't bring the fuckin' rubber bullets tonight..".
Feb  3 03:10:02 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  3 03:15:47 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Or what?" the larger man says, "You'll shoot me?  Best raise the piece, /brother/ or I'll do you worse than the man that gave me this," he says as he slips his cast boound arm from it's sling.  Dropping his eyes to look directly into yours ha continues, "Do you have the moral fortitude to do it?  If you do, drop that hammer, go on.  Kill a priest on the steps of the house of God."  His lips turn up in a smile, "Go ahead, I fucking dare you."
Feb  3 03:21:21 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Upon seeing the dispute break out, the youthful figure's limping strides slow, casually coming to a halt before the church. A flicker of recognition sparks within cerulean eyes, though it holds a strange mixture of both familiarity and even a hint of fear. Nimble fingers continue to rub against the pristine alabaster skin over the youth's collarbone, eyes flicking between the two figures with a visible sense of pondering. One tawny brow arches slightly in silent questioning, though nothing is said by the androgynous form. However, no attempt is made to flee the area as a hint of curiosity crosses the angelic visage.
Feb  3 03:36:14 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I've killed a lot of fucking shit, you asshole. Shit that would make you piss, puke, and then be fuckin' /glad/ that you were layin' in it..". With a cross between smirk and a snarl though, he pulls the trigger on the Desert Eagle, letting a bullet rip and sending it right into Patrick's foot, probably shattering it. He doesn't jump at the sound of the gun though. Instead, he stares, cold and hard with those dark sights, and spits, "..But I don't fuckin' kill humans. Not even thick-headed fuckin' humans that don't know when to stop being so damn merciful. Mercy's for fuckin' God. And I ain't God..".
Feb  3 03:56:44 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: When the roar of the gun erupts, Patrick lurches off to the side, his lower leg and foot suddenly washed with blood that quickly fades against his black pants while leaving bright red spots and smears against the granite of the stairs.  With a shout, the large man loses his balance, even as his arm swings out in what was obviously planned as a body blow.  The torque of his arm causes Patrick to swing off to the side and land heavily against the stairs to the church, his left foot a mangled mass of shoe leather, flesh and oozing blood.
Feb  3 03:57:55 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Pocketing keys, the Irish woman meandered towards the church..the graveyard, more specifically. However, her path often took her past the front of the building and as such, she had caught the faint crack of a heavy firearm. Frowning slightly, she shrugged it off, this being LA and all. Silvered eyes darted to and fro in clear paranoia as had been an all too frequent accompaniment of late. Still a ways off, she squinted slightly as she noted people on the steps of the church..the height difference between the two causing a notable frown to mar her elegant features. As the larger of the two falls, a flat stare is given and the woman continues on her way, albeit cautiously now.
Feb  3 04:00:35 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Wincing at the sound of the gun, the willowy form actually twitches slightly, leaning heavily on the good leg for a mere moment before balance is once more achieved. Fingers pausing in their firm motion over porcelain skin, the lithe arm shifts its position, hand snaking around to a back pocket. Long fingers undo the snap with a flick then slip inside. Motion visible beneath the form-fitting fabric, the digits re-emerge with a cellphone clutched within them. Arm easing back around, the phone is opened and a number is dialed as the youth's keen eyes glance around the street. Head shaking slightly, a few curls come loose and obscure finely-drawn features with ringlet shadows. "Hello? 9-1-1? I'd like to report a shooting on North Doheny Drive, two blocks south of the intersection of Rosewood Avenue." The voice that speaks these words is quiet in volume and soft, almost gentle in tone, velvety timbre as androgynous as the voice who speaks it. After listening to the operator for a few moments, the youths h
Feb  3 04:00:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: After listening to the operator for a few moments, the youths head shakes once more, snapping the item shut.
Feb  3 04:13:02 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: With a bit of a snarling growl, the thin Occultist with the unkempt hair spits, "..You ungrateful fucking shithead..", before dropping to a knee. Raising his heavy pistol, he slams it down against Patrick, but it only seems to bounce off, really. Dismayed at that, but not giving up, he repeats the same maneuver, this time connecting harder, and knocking the mountainous man out of the conscious world. Having apparently heard the call to the cops, he whips his gun up and fires off a round at Devon, which misses, but does scream right over her his shoulder. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to continue the effort, and instead, grabs Patrick and begins to drag his large ass up the steps of the Church of the Sacred Heart.
Feb  3 04:19:42 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The expression the woman gave from her vantage point was flat and quite soundly...unsurprised. "Oh, Patrick..." She whispered to herself with a shake of her head that sent crimson tresses fluttering. As she got two steps closer, she noted the shot towards the street. A quick glance was spared to...Devon? Morgan? The being...and the woman's lips pursed into a hard line of displeasure.
Feb  3 04:26:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Ducking down as the bullet wizzes by, the youthful form crouches down, knees curled to a slender chest and arms wrapped tightly about them. Through this all, great care is taken to ensure that nothing but the soles of new-looking sneakers touch the ground. Cellphone clutched to a wide palm, the item is stared at with a certain intensity. Full lips slowly begin to move, though nothing comes out a first. Finally, an audible comment is forced out, "People... stop... shooting... me..." At the same time, brilliant eyes seem to cloud over as the willowy form rocks back and forth.
Feb  3 04:32:39 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Ignoring Devon again, Adrien slips the gun into his shoulder holster and grabs both of Patrick's arms, dragging him up into the stairs, and then into the double-doors of the Church of the Sacred Heart, and to the altar. Crossing himself, he mumbles a brief prayer before kicking Patrick in the side of the head, but lightly, "..You fucking asshole. You'll learn. Or you'll end up a God-damn mindslave..". That said and done, the scrawny Occultist heads for the rear entrance and into the cemetary.
Feb  3 04:36:05 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A frustrated sigh, more of a huff really, dragged itself out of the woman's throat. Though she did not yet hear sirens, the woman never the less broke into a sprint towards the androgynous one. Stepping sharply to a halt nearby, she peered down to see which of the twins it even was, though she was unsure if she would be able to tell anyway. "You're not hit, are you?" She asked quickly, eyes darting around in continued paranoia.
Feb  3 04:42:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head nodding, the youth calmly replies, "Nope.", in a flat, hollow tone. Eyes staring vacantly into the darkness, the willowy form continues to rock to and fro on the balls of a pair of sneakers. One hand still clutching the phone, the knuckles are starting to turn white in the process from the pressure being applied. One vague, rather hazy, glance is cast at the woman, the stare unblinking. Deep within cerulean eyes is a weak flicker of recognition, though it dies almost as soon as it sparks.
Feb  3 04:46:59 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Did you ring up the police?" Her voice was calm and even though her gaze was still wary and her head tilted to the side slightly as she thought he caught the hint of a siren in the distance. However, this was perhaps just paranoia. A linger glance was given to the church into which the large man was dragged and the trail of blood leading up to there. Biting her lower lip and frowning, she looked back down to the youth.
Feb  3 04:51:02 :: (GC) Adrien votes for Patrick
Feb  3 04:51:14 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Leannan
Feb  3 04:51:31 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Devon
Feb  3 04:52:06 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking slightly, though enough to be visible, the youth quietly answers, "Yes...", in a somewhat meek tone. Eyes blink a few times in an attempt to clear them, though they remain dazed and distant in their stare, the youth's featues holding an equally detached expression. The rocking motion shows no sign of ceasing either, though the grip on the phone seems to be slowly loosening. Swallowing a few times in rapid succession, a tongue darts out to moisten lips with saliva tinged with blood.
Feb  3 04:55:46 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A brief scowl was given to this, but it was quickly washed away beneath a calm facade. Crouching down, the woman gazed at the youth before herself and spoke softly. "We need to leave, then. Before the police arive to see a trail of blood and begin asking far too many questions. You don't look like you need that stress tonight." Her tone was kind, even concerned and she extended a hand to the other, though did not touch as she had observed a noted dislike of questionable contact in this family line.
Feb  3 05:03:38 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "You helped with Thea." The words are spoken in a different tone, the words flowing like normal in a rather conversational manner, the speech pattern matching that of the male twin. Slowly, each motion jerky and mechanical, the willowy form begins to stand, more weight being placed on the right leg versus the left. At the same time the youth's left arm is held curled up against the uniquely shaped torso. Blinking once, the youth begins to converse once again. "I should go home." Nodding in an awkward motion a few dazed steps are taken north, a pronounced limp hobbling the form slightly.
Feb  3 05:08:10 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Hesitating for but a moment, the woman looked after him before smiling faintly. "Do you need a ride, Devon?" She asked gently, easily noticing the limp and wondering if the shot hadn't hit home after all. Looking towards the church once more, emerald eyes narrowed slightly before deciding that the priest was a second priority to the young man in front of her.
Feb  3 05:16:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Limping off into the distance, the youth's elegant neck arches as the blank stare is cast over a broad shoulder. "I... can't. I need to walk. People need to see me limp..." The youth words, as unevenly as they flow out, hold a certain vehemence to them. There's a defenate sense that no amount of arguing will sway the willowy form's intentions. Offering a single curt nod before turning back around, the androgynous figure continues down the street, striding into the darkness of the night.
Feb  3 05:16:47 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Devon
Feb  3 05:16:50 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Patrick
Feb  3 05:21:55 :: (GC) Nahi echoed: Two armed police officers enter the chapel warily, guns held at the ready. One of them calls out as the door are pushed open. "Police! Put your hands up and your weapons down!" The words sound like a scripted reflex. However, upon seeing no one waving a firearm, the two men slowly walk into the building to follow the trail of blood to its obvious terminus.
Feb  3 05:29:11 :: (GC) Nahi echoed: The first officer, a blonde man with what looked to be a perpetual scowl, stepped forward and carefully holstered his firearm as he checked the supposed priest's vitals. Meanwhile, the second man placed a hand to his radio and called in for an ambulance. Taking up a guard stance, the dark-haired man watched the scene while his partner tore the priest's pant leg and fashioned a makeshift tourniquette with the material.
Feb  3 05:36:18 :: (GC) Nahi echoed: Soon, the sirens of an ambulance are heard and shortly after that four paramedics arrive. Gaping at the size of the man, they shake their heads almost in unison but they get to work trying to load him onto a stretcher and cart the man off to the waiting ambulance.
Feb  3 05:50:33 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Having slunk in during a change of shift, the Irish woman sat in one of the chairs that occupied the room. Attired in a long black skirt with a hig slit, the cross of her legs allowed for an alluring glance of skin. Her top was a sheer silk blouse of sanguine hue and was almost indecent for how low the neck scooped before the buttons started. Sitting in the darkened room, she was doing a fair impression of a statue once more, unbreathing with emerald eyes locked and unblinking on the form of the large man in the hospital bed.
Feb  3 05:57:28 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Slowly coming around and still groggy from the painkillers he was previously given, the large man starts to stir.  Eyes opening, Patrick stares at the ceiling for a few moments.  Softly cursing in Spanish he attempts to hike himself upward in the bed, ignoring for the moment his broken arm.  Managing, after a struggle, to attain a seated positon he glances to the lef tand tight, his eyes freezing for a moment on the seated figure of Leannnan.  Through lips that curve in the smallest of smiles the man says, "Leannan.  Not the first person I'd think to see at my bedside...."
Feb  3 06:00:38 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh?" The sound was so faint that it appeared as if she had not moved in the least, not even to part her lips. However, the action that followed it broke her statue-like visage. Getting to her feet and taking three small steps forward with a soft click of pointed heels, the woman slowly tilted her head and cast a melancholy look down at the injured man. "I suppose one might think I was dead after the charming fire that ruined my lover's home and place of business..." The dulcet tones held just the tiniest hint of bitter irritation.
Feb  3 06:18:47 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A light shudder passes through her slender form but the reaction, whatever its source, is quickly mastered and the woman offered a faint laugh in reply. "You've caused great distress to the one I am bound to. I'll tell you a secret, Patrick...the blood in my veins calls out for your life. There is...too great a coincidence in the occurrence's timing for any other party to be responsible." Her words were formal and almost hallow, devoid of their usual teasing timbre. "And yet, my beliefs that I still hold from my days amongst the living...beg me to stay my hand...and try to resolve this issue."
Feb  3 06:31:32 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Rather than run his fingers through your hair, this time Patrick slides then up your skull his fingertips grazing your scalp.  Once his hand has reached the point wherein his hand cups your skull, his hand twists slightly as his fingers close softly on your hair, with the end result being his hand enwraped in your hair while pulling it gently.  "If you have to follow the dictates of your blood, do it.  Better you, than Christian."  The big man shifts his head to the side defiantly, allowing you easy access to the large vein in his neck.  "Kill me, make me like you, either way, better YOU than HIM."
Feb  3 06:36:34 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Allows the action without resisting as she's pulled closer to him. Painted lips would part and her tongue extended slowly to trace the path of that vein. Nipping firmly at his skin, her teeth were normal mortal ones for the moment. Placing one hand lightly on his chest, the woman murmured soft words against his skin. "What is the purpose of your actions, Patrick? Why fight so hard against it just to offer yourself to me here? Why?"
Feb  3 06:43:26 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "I'm not offering, " he replies, "Just stating a preference."  When your tongue touches his skin, the hand at the back of your head begind to apply a slight downwards pressure, almost as though he enjoys your lips and teeth on his flesh.  "I have no illusions, if you think I deserve death, I'd prefer it to be at your hand, rather than his."  He turns his head so that he looks at the opposite wall, fully exposing his neck you you, "It's your choice...Leannan."
Feb  3 06:46:26 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I do not kill needlessly," The woman murmured against the other's flesh. Fangs slowly extending, however, the pinions would graze his skin as if in teasing promise. "Choice is a quaint concept, Patrick. When one's choice is to allow the possibility of one's lover's demise versus taking a life who has not, honestly, done ill. Then one's choice is to mourn for an innocent or a loved one. How sick and sad this farce is that such may be labelled as...choice..."
Feb  3 06:54:17 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "It's my choice," Partick says, his bodys shivering slightly at the feeling of your fangs against his neck.  "When death is a certainty, all that is left to a man is how that death comes."  His head shifts slightly so that you can see at least the curving of one lip in a smile, "I'll opt for...mort prs de beaut, if I could.
Feb  3 06:57:18 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I don't know what that means..but I can guess," The woman would admit with a hint of softness in her voice. Laying her head against his shoulder, her hand at his chest slid slowly down his form. "Why, I wonder, do you assume we ever meant to kill you...?"
Feb  3 07:05:55 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "If your kind lives forever, you must know by now, your prey," comes his answer.  "Neither of you could assume that I would ever be a willing slave."  Patrick's hand tightens slighly for a brief moment, "the both of you never had a choice other than to kill me, or make me like you."  He left out as small sigh before he finishes, "And HE doesn't strike me as a man who would make an immortal enemy when he could rather kill a man."
Feb  3 07:34:03 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Death by beauty," Patrick murmurs, in a seeming non sequitor.  He rolls his head around so he is once more facing the ceiling of the room.  "If you say so," he replies in the tone of a man how agrees just for the sake of avoiding an argument.  "And yet, love compelled is no love at all, alive or dead, it must twist those under it's sway, sooner or later."
Feb  3 14:16:42 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA well-dressed hispanic man turns the corner on the intersection, continuing his stroll down North Doheny. His hands are slipped casually into the pockets of his black slacks, his dark eyes searching the shadows of the streets for any odd activity. His pace is steady, body held in a graceful, alert posture that gives him the air of authority.@W
Feb  3 14:26:24 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Emerald eyes scanned those on the street with a discerning air. Every few face caused a light shake of her head and the woman would press on as though searching. This evening's attire consisted of little black dress, knee high boots and a leather jacket. A slender length of chain was wrapped around the woman's waist and then again around her form to drape over her hips. As her eyes slide over the figure of the Sheriff, however, those silvered orbs widened slightly at the lack of the Nova. Ceasing her hunt, or perhaps finding what she sought? She headed over towards the man.
Feb  3 14:32:30 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The low roar of a Harley-Davidson can be heard from the north, approaching at a steady pace as its rider gazes forward with pursed lips. He doesn't seem to be focused on anything in particular, rather the surroundings and something in the distance. His dark orbs catch sight of the bald man though, something of recognition flitting through them before shifting towards Leannan. His lips curl slowly to that into a small smile and the bike begins to come to a slow halt along the side of the street itself.
Feb  3 14:38:51 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's position hardly changes as he strolls along, dark eyes appearing to fall on Leannan, but everything around her at once. His attention never seems to leave the things around him, and a cursory glance is given to the motorcyclist as he approaches the two. Finally, Kenneth's leisurely pace takes him to Leannan, and he stops, slipping his hands from his pockets to adjust the black tie around his neck, his expression stoic and formal, always. "@rI believe the time has come for us to meet and butt heads, my dear. We are on a dark street, and this city is in turmoil. Now is the time for information.@D"@W
Feb  3 14:43:55 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The sound of the bike tugs at her perception for a moment and a small smile would be cast in the direction of its rider along with a small kiss blown on the wind. Her greeting to her lover given, she turned her attentions back on the suited male. "Perhaps I should have asked you for a number or some such, mm? It has been awhile since I've had the pleasure of your company." Slender fingers reached up to lace through her hair, tucking back errant strands that had slipped free of the diamond clips she wore.
Feb  3 14:50:58 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth finishes straightening his tie, which really didn't need to be straightened in the first place, and leaves his hands at his sides, one dark, thin eyebrow raised as his cold glance is turned to the biker, then back to the woman before him. "@rIt is quite alright, dear. We've found each other afterall, haven't we? All in due time, even without phone numbers.@D" A grim expression breaks the ice of his features for a single moment, before utter composure washes over his face again. "@rMy company is hardly pleasurable, I think. I've been told that hemorrhoids combust when I enter a room.@D"@W
Feb  3 14:57:37 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A soft laugh was given in initial reply and the man was given a genuine smile from the woman. "Oh, my dear, dear man...your wit has its own charm and flair." She asserted before glancing over her shoulder for just a moment. "Would you mind terribly if we had additional company?" A single perfectly sculpted brow arched fractionally and the woman let her arms cross over her abdomen as she regarded Kenneth.
Feb  3 15:07:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man slides his hands into his pockets again, shifting on his feet so his dark eyes can move up and down, taking in every detail of the motorcyclist, before he glances back to the woman. "@rIs he your protection? Can he be trusted? I don't /know/ him, dear. Have you got a place we can go? Because we certainly aren't going to mine, or the great cavern.@D" All of this is asked and stated in a patient, questioning manner, nothing frantic about his voice.@W
Feb  3 15:13:31 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mm...protection? At times, yes. And he has my complete trust as well as Gabriel's blessing." Pausing then, the woman would cant her head slowly in thought before nodding once. "I have a few though none particularly scream of luxury. Is your car near?" The woman's fingers idly toyed with the metal coiled about her waist as she spoke.
Feb  3 15:20:18 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rVery well.@D" He says, meeting Christian's gaze for barely a moment, before turning around and walking down the sidewalk. "@rFollow me, dearies. Our chariot awaits.@D"@W
Feb  3 15:28:34 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth leads the irishwoman around the corner, bringing his red Nova in sight. He strides along, hands clasped behind his back in a rather whimsical manner, before opening the passenger side door and holding it for his guest. "@rOh, so many have had the opportunity to ride in this wonderful vehicle, and most were rather unworthy. If you aren't thrown through the windshield, I believe you've passed the test m'dear.@D" Kenneth pats the top of the car as though comforting a living being, and after Leannan is situated he heads to the driver's side and climbs in.@W
Feb  3 15:30:53 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: With an amused glint in her eyes, the woman would slide into the vehicle and settle herself comfortably in place before looking back up at him and speaking, "You may recall...I _was_ thrown through the window. But that was to enter the vehicle and not to exit it."
Feb  3 15:39:29 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe car's engine is started, a roar that drowns out whatever the hell it is Chris is saying to his motorcycle, before the tires squeal and Kenneth pulls away from the sidewalk, buckling his seat belt with one hand while the other steers the car. "@rSo, where did you have in mind?@D"@W
Feb  3 15:52:15 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: When they neared the building, the woman would pull a small remote from her pocket and jab at a button. The steel gate slide away even as the doors behind it opened to allow both vehicles to be parked inside at their owners' discretion. "As I said..nothing grand..."
Feb  3 15:54:06 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man zips through the city in his red Nova, guiding the car into the warehouse with ease, the roar of the engine slowly dying away as the car coasts into the building. "@rIt's quite nice.@D"@W
Feb  3 16:07:28 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth remains silent for the time being, slipping into his business personality as his hands slide into his pockets, his posture erect and eyes alert. "@rThis must be good, hmm? Taking me behind closed doors to feed me all of your tasty scraps of knowledge.@D"@W
Feb  3 16:17:54 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic remains standing after following the woman inside, his trenchcoat swaying around his legs as he walks. Once more his tie is unnecessarily straightened, before his hands fall to his sides and he stands quite still, after a nod is given to Christian.@W
Feb  3 16:22:39 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Though the woman smiles pleasantly a notable roll of the eyes is given. "You're both so stoic, relax. We'll chat. It'll be pleasant. Well, it'll be informative at the very least." She conceded. Leaning back against the couch, her legs were crossed and she looked over either man in turn for a moment.
Feb  3 16:27:37 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man remains still, his expression lapsing back into the cold, authoritative look it usually gets. "@rI'm quite comfortable.@D" He says, hardly offering Chris a response other than a respectful nod.@W
Feb  3 16:41:15 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's stoic facade hardly changes as this bit of information is spoken, and he remains statue still even as he replies. "@rNo, I haven't heard. Who did they ash? Are they vampiric? How efficiently did they pull off the murder?@D"@W
Feb  3 16:47:50 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mm, you did." She replied with a smile. Falling silent a moment, her left hand was lifted to allow her index finger to tap against her lower lip. "There was no efficiency, it was sloppy and abrupt. The deceased's name was never mentioned though he did angrily yell the assailant's. I can only assume he wanted a handful of ash...as he grabbed it up before slinking off with his little shutterbug. He's likely a lupine." The last was offered in an almost off-handed manner. "Oh, also, the deceased's personal effects and remains are in my keeping if that would matter."
Feb  3 16:56:45 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rHmm.@D" The bald-headed hispanic replies, clearly attempting to keep his cool even as this rather disturbing news is brought to the surface. "@rWhat does this Cross look like?@D"@W
Feb  3 17:04:22 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "What my darling Christian means to say is...he likes to swear excessively and in interesting arrangements. Apparently he also likes to shoot priests and pedestrians out front of churches." Looking over to Christian then, the woman frowned slightly and leaned forward. "That friend of yours, from the club the night we met was limping. Though I didn't see any of the man's shots hit him. Pre-exiting, I suspect." She informed.
Feb  3 17:08:26 :: (GC) Christian votes for Kenneth
Feb  3 17:08:29 :: (GC) Christian votes for Leannan
Feb  3 17:09:26 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Christian
Feb  3 17:09:29 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Kenneth
Feb  3 17:10:35 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods his head, pulling one hand from his pocket before raising it at eye level, his abyssal eyes observing the nails there. "@rI'll pick him up when I see him. I'll question him and get more information, see if he's doing this for any group or alignment.@D" Kenneth says all of this as though it will be easy as pie, before sliding his hands into his pockets and turning his attention back to Leannan. "@rAnything else, my busy buzzing worker bee?@D"@W
Feb  3 17:26:45 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods his head and turns towards the exit, wasting no time in getting back on the street. He turns at the doorway, sweeping into a deep bow, which is surprisingly offered to both of his companions, before he turns back. "@rThank you, both of you. I'm late, I'm late! Much to do, I should be there but I am here, I am the white rabbit tumbling down Alice's hole.@D" Kenneth's hands slide casually into his pockets as he leaves, an echo of his voice heard in the other room. "@rOn second though, that sounds rather vulgar. Alice's hole, and such.@D" The roar of his Nova is heard after this, then nothing else.@W
Feb  3 17:40:53 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  3 18:00:06 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mhm," She offered with a small, slow nod. "You're not sure of it at all. You just don't like the thought to the contrary." Shrugging then, the woman laughed softly and ran a hand through her long tresses. "I can't say _I_ much fancy the thought of being a bit of ash either, tell the truth. But, my point is...what happened happened and that's just how it is." Leaning down then, she stole a kiss from his lips before adding, "For what it's worth, I'm fairly happy that you didn't stop him from saving my skin. It's a nice skin and I'm rather attached to it."
Feb  3 19:35:11 :: (GC) Christian rposed: As the woman had not blocked his view...he was still stuck in that trance that so held him for the moment. His lips part so as to reply to her but he simply doesn't find the words for it as he can feel her finger trailing along his jaw. They close then before reopening only to still not find the words to it as he lowers one arm to close around her waist.
Feb  3 20:08:17 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A meteor falls from the heavens and destroys you.
Feb  3 20:09:13 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: A meteor falls from the heavens and destroys Siol. AND THE WORLD REJOICES!!
Feb  3 20:19:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The door to the apartment building creaks open, and a blonde-haired man steps out, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt. His tie isn't visible, nor is his jacket, and the top two buttons of the dress shirt have been left unbuttoned, revealing a few inches of bare skin on the thin man's chest. An unlit cigarette rests between his lips, and he hardly takes notice of who's outside as the pink lighter appears in his right hand. The lighter flashes, and a tiny flame is brought to the tip of the cigarette just as Elijah inhales, filling his lungs with smoke.
Feb  3 20:25:18 :: (GC) Siol forced Elijah to save
Feb  3 20:28:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Crouched outside the building, inches away from the wall is a youthful figure rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. Wide blue eyes keep scanning the area in a neurotic fashion, a shiver running through the willow frame from time to time. Long fingers clutch at knees, nails continually raking denim in a repeating manner. Something is repeated again and again, but the words don't seem to be in English, if they're even a language at all.
Feb  3 20:45:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Please don't shoot." This time, the words come out clearly, though they appear to be aimed at an empty patch of air, or something that only Devon himself can see. The rocking motion continues, his arms wrapped about his legs, making his current crouching position slightly unstable. However, great care seems to be taken so that nothing other than the soles of his shoes touch the ground. "Please don't shoot.", is repeated again, the words holding little emotion behind them, not even panic or fear. Meanwhile, the willowy form's unblinking stare remains wide, though no hint to his inner thoughts shows through them.
Feb  3 21:04:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking in a negative response, Devon manages to force out a simple, "I can hear you." Pausing, as though sensing part of the answer is somehow wrong, he slowly begins to nod, though the motion is rather shaky and unsure. "Yes they are." Another pause. "I am never calling 911 again." Though clear, Devon's voice seems to have lost the small amount of quirky character that made the androgynous tone so unique, leaving a ringing and empty timbre behind. Body still crouched and rocking in a shadow, his eyes continue to stare blankly, as vacant as his voice.
Feb  3 21:06:59 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's hand shakes Devon's shoulder roughly, trying to snap the other man out of his trance. The modified waiter leans in, his eyes falling on the approaching Althea even as his voice lowers and he speaks into the willowy youth's ear. "Devon. I'm going to put dirt on you if you don't snap out of it. Noone's going to shoot you anymore. Because if they do I'll stab them. With a knife." A frown comes over Elijah's features as he drops his voice even more, lips brushing the youth's earlobe so that he can whisper into the other man's ear.
Feb  3 21:23:47 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "A man was shot in front of the church. I called 911. The shooter turned on me." Once more, the words are spoken with a clarity normally lacking in the youth's often cryptic words and tone. "The shooter isn't human. I'm not sure if he knows that I realize that." Slow and even, almost as though giving a report, the explination is offered. Blinking once, the glazed look begins to slowly clear, though before it vanishes entirly, Devon adds, "Carry silver..." WIth these words, his brilliant eyes clear, a myriad of emotion swirling within them.
Feb  3 21:30:18 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Um..." is all Althea can say. She is not sure how to respond to Elijah. "I guess... wear a bulletproof vest? Who's shooting at you guys?" After a short pause, she seems to jolt as though waking from a deep sleep. "What the fuck, Elijah?! Nice hair!"
Feb  3 21:39:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Balance intact as the trance clears, Devon's eyes blink several times in rapid succession, the rocking motions he was making beginning to slow. Gaze flicking between the two other faces, a small amount of comfort seems to be taken from their presence. However, it's not enough to hold off the flood of emotions that seem to have been kept inside. "WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE KEEP SHOOTING AT ME DAMMIT?!" Volume rising with each word yelled, Devon slowly begins to stand up, body brushing against the building wall at the same time. Flinching at the touch. "AND WHY THE HELL DO THINGS KEEP TOUCHING ME?!" The second questioning howl comes out at a slightly lower volume, though there's a higher pitch to it. Frame shaking from the entire ordeal.
Feb  3 21:41:54 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: The sound of crickets can be heard..
Feb  3 21:54:14 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: For those who don't know. I am joking. I hold no ill will towards anyone based on their race or creed. I apoligize if I offended you, was meant in jest. (Especially considering how often we all joke about being gay/about our race/creeds/beliefs) - D
Feb  3 21:55:28 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Gays aren't a joke.
Feb  3 21:55:34 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Neither are pink tanks.
Feb  3 22:06:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Displaying a minor facial twitch beneath his right eyes, Devon calmly replies, "I'm fine.", though his strained voice and posture even more ridged than normal suggests otherwise. Suddenly, his head is lowered in one swift motion as his eyes squeeze shut and he bends at the waist. Arms shooting upwards he positions his forearms and the back of his hands to act as a makeshift shield from a seemingly imaginary object. After several moments frozen in this position, his willowy frame slowly uncurls, hands and arms gradually lowering in shaking, jerky motions. "Everything is fine.", is repeated.
Feb  3 22:23:42 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Staring at the ground in obvious distress, Devon's facial twitch returns just a bit as the girl talks. Drawing a short breath, as though preparing to perform a complex action, he begins to slowly explain, "I don't sit on public chairs. I don't touch public door handles. And most importantly...I don't touch the ground. Ever." Nodding slightly to punctuate his statement, his arms begin to wrap about his curving chest, long fingers tugging lightly at the brown material of his shirt in the process. "You shouldn't either. The amount of contamination is disturbing." Eyes drifting away from the girl for a moment, they pan the area in a rather neurotic manner, obviously rather jumpy.
Feb  3 22:27:03 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I noticed the white handkerchief you always carry. Your sister wanted to give me a spitshine with it." She does not tell the entire truth, not wanting to make him more agitated. Twisting her mouth to one side, Althea thinks. "What about my sweatshirt? I just washed it. Would you be able to sit on that?" She sighs, trying to think of a way to placate him.
Feb  3 22:39:44 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes darting towards the building, then back to the girl with a wary, yet pondering look, Devon's lips begin to move in silent speech, a thoughtful expression upon his face. "...I could let you in, but..." Devon's head shakes slightly as his thoughts are finally given a voice. A somber expression crosses angelic features as brilliant blue eyes meet the girl's far darker gaze. "If I let you into my home, you are not to tell anyone but Johnny where it is. When, and if, you do tell him, it is to be in private. You are not to tell anyone what you see other than Johnny. The same rules apply to that as well. Do not touch anything without asking. And above all, do not ask me for food. I am not a restaurant." Nodding slowly towards the girl as though to encourage her to do the same, he finishes, "Do you promise?"
Feb  3 22:42:12 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea's eyes go wide. "Sure, sure. I just ate, anyway. Should I take off my shoes before I go in?" She looks a little scared, wondering if going in is a good idea. She shrugs it off, figuring that she has nothing better to do. "Just tell me what to do as I go in. I don't want to freak you out any more than you already are."
Feb  3 22:51:38 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Striding off of the street, Devon's arm is slipped into the sleeve of his shirt before it's used to open the door to the Lobby, arm remaining in place to allow his guest entrance before letting the door fall closed again. With swift steps, his willowy form passes through the room at a brisk pace, walking up to a certain door. One arm slips under the hem of his shirt, a flick of the wrist producing a set of keys from a rather mysterious source. Quickly, one is slipped into the top lock then turned until a click is heard before being removed. This process is repeated three more times, a different key being used for each deadbolt. Free hand slipping within his sleeve again, the door is opened just enough for one person to pass through. Ushering the girl into the apartment with a guiding motion, Devon slips in behind her, closing the door as soon as he's through it. "You can keep your shoes on, just wipe your feet.", is all but muttered as the door is re-locked in the same painstaking manner.
Feb  3 22:57:57 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The ghostly form moves through the house in complete an utter silence, the visage of a deadman. Pig's blood coats his neck and his clothing in tatters, looking everybit the mutilated victim. Distant eyes taking in each room, unscrewing the lights, before he makes his way, at last to the bedroom. Almost seeming to glide over the carpet he moves to the man's bed side one at a time, leaving it only partially screwed in. He turns and stares down at his victim, A cold dead hand is placed at his forehead as he emits in a harsh scratchy voice (in order to emulate the wound suffered carrying over slightly), "MacAnderson..."
Feb  3 23:00:32 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: MacAnderson, the old head of Precinct Fourteen, rolls over a bit and continues to snore on in his sleep, though he does paw at the air for a minute, as if to try and get rid of something. Mumbled is this, "..G'tway Ethel..".
Feb  3 23:01:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Arm once more slipping beneath his shirt and hiding the keys away once more, Devon nods slightly, adding, "There might be some buckshot in the couch still...", as though it's a rather common problem. Walking into the center of the room, his eyes close as a deep breath is drawn though flaring nostrils then slowly exhaled though barely parted lips. Eyes gradually reopening, they scan the room in a satisfied manner, lips curling into the shadow of a smile. The volumes of books are greeted verbally in a foreign language, a few strides taken towards one of the mountainous shelves so that a few of the tomes can be offered a gentle pat. "Also, please keep your shoes off of the couch."
Feb  3 23:02:19 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The cold hand moves down over the the man's face to his nose and mouth, which it then covers and pinches shut. Johnny's raspy voice speaking again, "MacAnderson, wake up.."
Feb  3 23:06:02 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Just seconds after his nose and mouth are covered, MacAnderson shoots to life and begins to struggle. Something of a wail flies from his mouth at the sight of his captor, and his hand begins to fumble for the drawer of his small, bed-side dresser.
Feb  3 23:08:13 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The corpse's other arm shoots out, attempting to slam the drawer shut, weither or not her manages he moves in closer to stare the man in the eyes, fingers releasing the nose but not the mouth. "So this is how the sinner sleeps?"
Feb  3 23:09:59 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The old head of Precinct 14 stops his struggling for a moment, staring up at the sight of the thing that is hovering over him. He tries to say something, and does manage a rousing, "..Mmbbffmbf..".
Feb  3 23:11:37 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The wooden and steel door to the private room opens up, just wide enough to admit the form of Adrien Cross as he slips in like a ghost, before pushing the barrier closed again. Several steps bring him over to the foot of Patrick's bed, where his hand is rested upon the bandaged foot. A cigarette is pressed between his lips, but not lit, "..Hey there, Cowboy..".
Feb  3 23:14:12 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The cold dead hand is drawn back, though corpse remains looming over the man's form. His cold dead eyes locked in a glower, as a knife flourishes into his hand. With calm collection, the Corpse drags it over each wrist, though doesn't bleed from the wounds. Deft fingers, spin the blade in the pale moonlight, "Do you know who I am?"
Feb  3 23:18:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "You like to read, don't you? I personally do as well, though I'm sure our tastes might...differ." Still standing beside the bookcase, the youth's arm rises further up from a slender side, enabling nimble fingers to caress a few leather spines with obvious affection. "History that you never knew was real." Falling silent while gazing upon the collection once again, the words, "You can watch the TV if you want...", are muttered out in an almost bored fashion. "Unless, that is, you'd like to read." Eyes peering at the girl in a sideways glances, one tawny brow raises slightly as an answer is awaited upon.
Feb  3 23:18:56 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The look of horror seems to be stuck and plastered upon the face of the cop, causing his features to twist and distort as he speaks, "..Y-Y-You don't exist. This is just a bad dream. A bad dream. A bad dream..", this last part spoken several times as if to ensure himself. He closes his eyes again, as if willing himself away from the scenario.
Feb  3 23:21:34 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Dark eyes light up with an almost feverish glow. "What do you have to read? I wish my collection looked as nice as yours. Really nice leatherbound books like that cost a fortune. I love old books so much, they're almost like works of art. I have an old hardback of some random instruction manual and it's like my child." She giggles at her admission. "I'm kind of a nerd about books," she admits.
Feb  3 23:23:39 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Shaking his head from side to side, the corpse draws nearer, the blade coming up he glides it through the blood about his neck, coating it. A soft rasp escaping him, "No MacAnderson, this is not a dream, this is not a nightmare.. This is your reckoning for your sins.." The blade is then placed to the old man's lips so he can feel and taste the still warm blood.
Feb  3 23:25:12 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The wooden and steel door to the private room opens up, just wide enough to admit the form of Adrien Cross as he slips in like a ghost, before pushing the barrier closed again. Several steps bring him over to the foot of Patrick's bed, where his hand is rested upon the bandaged foot. A cigarette is pressed between his lips, but not lit, "..Hey there, Cowboy..".
Feb  3 23:28:56 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: MacAnderson begins to buck and flail at that motion, jerking around and kicking at the corpse that is upon him. In his violent movements though, he slices open his lip on the blade of the knife. He does manage to land a solid kick against Johhny, but it doesn't do much other than move him a bit.
Feb  3 23:36:23 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The blade spins in the soft light anew as the corpse gives the man a flat look, "If you wish to skip to that ending, we will.. I'm dead. The blade is real. You're alive. How do you think that will play out?" He kicks over the nightstand without a spared glance. "But you have a choice.. Such is the way this works, you can remember your oath, you fucking hippocrite, to protect and serve. You can point me elsewhere. Or. Well, I think you know the or."
Feb  3 23:38:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Gaze scanning the shelves with a practiced eye and natural ease, Devon slowly walks from case to case, head tilting to the side slightly as one particular volume is found, it's position just slightly above the willowy form's head. Arm rising carefully, the brownish-red leather is grasped with a light though firm touch as it's pulled out with care. Hand resting on the cover for a moment, a few casual steps bring him back over to the couch. "This might be a good place to start. Rather simplistic in it's writing style, but all of the facts are true." A slight sigh is let out, it's meaning questionable, before
Feb  3 23:40:58 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: At Johnny's words, the man does stop his flailing, if just for the moment. Still scared and a bit shocked, he stammers, "..W-W-What the fuck do you want?", his grey eyes glancing from one side of the room to the other, searching for something, anything, that might help him out.
Feb  3 23:42:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Gaze scanning the shelves with a practiced eye and natural ease, Devon slowly walks from case to case, head tilting to the side slightly as one particular volume is found, it's position just slightly above the willowy form's head. Arm rising carefully, the brownish-red leather spine is grasped with a light though firm touch as it's pulled out with care. Hand resting on the cover for a moment, a few casual steps bring him back over to the couch. "This might be a good place to start. Rather simplistic in it's writing style, but all of the facts are true." A slight sigh is let out, it's meaning questionable, before his arm is outstretched, the book offered politely to the girl. "It's the story of the infamous Elizabeth Bathory as told by one of her servants. Obviously, it's not the original diary as it's in English, but still interesting."
Feb  3 23:44:30 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Ha! Yeah. Nothing normal there, champ. You'll heal up nice and sweet, though. Next time, I'll be sure to shoot you with the rubber bullets. Might hurt more, but the damage is less..", Adrien admits, before looking around the room again. Something dawns upon him, "..Yaknow. This is the same room they put me in. I jumped out of that window right over there. Watch 'em if you try. Alarmed..".
Feb  3 23:44:31 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The Corpse continues to stand there in silence, "I want to know why my death was covered up. I want to know why, you're so afraid... that you would condem those of us who died.. at the club a week and three nights ago. Why you won't find out killer.. why you won't let us live in peice.."
Feb  3 23:47:30 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: MacAnderson's horror is replaced now by a bit of rage, and he snarls, "..I told 'em all! I don't know shite about that! FBI came in an' did it! Didn't let me ask no questions!". Once the anger has passed though, he grows more shocked at the fact that a corpse is sitting on him, and in fact, the corpse from the crime scene. He immediately begins to try and open the dresser drawer again.
Feb  3 23:53:57 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The corpse's hand shoots out, the blade level with the Captain's eye and less than an inche from it. "Rethink what you are trying to do." The Raspy voice continues, "Give me a name, give me a reason.. Tell me why you broke your oath, tell me why no one is avenging me." His tone growing louder, more violent, "TELL ME WHY WE, ALL OF US FROM THAT NIGHT CANNOT MOVE ON!!" (Haunting him here)
Feb  3 23:53:57 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: A few steps bring Adrien over to the window which he had mentioned, and opening it up, he lights up the cigarette that had been perched upon his lips, taking a long, hard drag and then blowing it out of the window so as to not set off the smoke alarm, "..I kill fucking vampires and werewolves and shit. How the fuck do you think I got in here?". Despite his words, his tone isn't one of mocking, really.
Feb  3 23:57:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: MacAnderson doesn't stop struggling, and in fact, the violence and the tone make him panic even more. At this point, tears are streaming down his old face, blurring his vision, and he begins to speak the Lord's Prayer to himself, as rapid as he can. His hand pulls a small, snub-nosed revolver from the drawer of the dresser.
Feb  3 23:58:43 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming both vaguely offended and fully accepting of Althea's comment about his often erratic and sometimes eccentric behavior, Devon shrugs one broad shoulder, thin bones visible beneath the light material. "I'd prefer if you didn't take it out of this room.", is explained in a soft manner, "Especially not into the bathroom." The last of these words brings a shudder through the willowy figure, an almost flinching expression showing through for a moment. Still watching the girl with vague interest, he adds, "Feel free to read it right here though." 
Feb  4 00:01:27 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Think I would have heard the gunshots," comes the mans muttered reply.  He turns his head away from the window when you open it, staring blankly at the door again.  "Put that out," he says, a faint snap of command managing to push through his drug induced leathergy.  "It's a fucking hospital."
Feb  4 00:02:53 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Thanks, Devon. I'll keep it in here. I would never take a book this nice anywhere that it could even get breathed on wrong. I'm almost OCD about books." She smiles at him, then turns her attention to the book. She is deep in thought about the text, but turns the pages quickly. It becomes obvious that Althea has done a lot of reading in her life.
Feb  4 00:04:10 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The Corpse leans in and stares at the man quietly, the knife remaining in place, speaking in a raspy voice, "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning. Psalm, Chapter 30, verse 5." The dead eyes continueing to glower, "Put down the gun. Sinner. 'But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God.' Psalm Chapter 31 verse 14. If you want to live, put the gun down and answer the question."
Feb  4 00:04:33 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Pfft. Hospital. I've been smoking in this fucking hospital since before you knew it existed. I spend twice as much time here as the average person. That's why I'm blowing it out of the window. Cool the fuck off before I turn up your IV..", Adrien admits, blowing another brewed cloud of greyish-blue smoke out of the window, "..What are you going to do with yourself when you get out of here?".
Feb  4 00:07:08 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: MacAnderson continues to weep and blubber as he repeats the Lord's Prayer over and over again, his hands shaking as he points the snubbed barrel of the gun at the corpse that is on top of him. He looks up, through bleered and grey eyes, before murmuring, "..God forgive me..", and inserting the barrel into his mouth.
Feb  4 00:13:03 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "'m sure you have, toss the fucking thing," Patrick says in his drug muddled voice.  "IV's a saline drip, ignorant fucker."  Slowly his eyes droop closed once again, and for a moment he starts to snore, before waking up and continuing as though he hadn't stopped.  "Figure I'm going to shoot somebody," the big man admits.
Feb  4 00:15:08 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The knife spins down and locks itself in place to prevent the hammer from hitting the firing mechanism, his other hand grasping at the man's wrist. "Suicide is a mortal sin, fucker. You pull that trigger, you will never escape this moment." Leaning in close, he speaks even and slow, "Give me a name. Ask for absolution you peice of shit.. Stop being such a pussy and stand up, be a man for a change."
Feb  4 00:15:22 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Adjusting the already perfectly aligned books in silence, Devon seems to pay little mind to his visitor as he buried himself in the virtually unnecessary task. As the night wears on, he slips in and out of what appears to be the bedroom, seeming to be shifting books within that room as well. However, the door is kept closed except for the mere moments it takes for him to slip in and out of as small an opening as physically possible. Finally, standing astride the couch, he clears his throat softly, saying, "You should probably be getting home." However, there's something about the tone used that suggests that this is a polite way of asking Althea to leave. "You can leave the book on the couch and I'll file it away." Hand slipping beneath his shirt, he once more produces his keys, walking over to the door as he does so. Unlocking it with care, a slight nudge opens it partially, just enough for her to slip through.
Feb  4 00:15:30 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I didn't say I cared what was in it. I just said that I was going to turn the fucker up, asshole..", Adrien admits, though he does actually put the cigarette out, if with a bit of an argument before having done so. Smashing the cherried ember against the wall, he drops it to the ground and kicks it below Patrick's bed, "..Gonna shoot someone, huh? And here I thought that I was the hard-headed one..".
Feb  4 00:19:04 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A light tap is heard at the door, but the one making the noise doesn't wait for a response before slipping into the room. Dressed a bit more conservatively than usual in a pair of black slacks and a grey cowl-neck sweater, Ella lifts an eyebrow at the scene that greets her. Her nose crinkles at the scent of cigarette smoke in such a sterile environment, turning a knowing frown towards Adrien. "So, um, I figured it was you in the bed and not the Hulk here," she offers Patrick a slight smile. "Get better soon?" she adds, her confusion rather apparent.
Feb  4 00:21:48 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Just as Johnny's blade slips down, the trigger is pulled and the hammer hits against the blade, keeping the gun from going off. He growls at this, obviously mental as his suicide attempt is thwarted, and his sadness is channeled into rage again, "..I DON'T KNOW THE FUCKERS NAME. IT'S THE FBI. WE DON'T ASK QUESTIONS. AND WE KEEP OUR JOBS..". Jerking the gun away, he twists his wrist and fires a shot off, this one working with the absence of the blade, which is still in Johnny's hand. The bullet goes wide, skinning the corpse's shoulder and planting itself in the ceiling.
Feb  4 00:21:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding once to the girl before she departs, Devon peer out at her in order to ensure that she exits the building safely before closing the door and relocking it once more.
Feb  4 00:22:06 :: (GC) Devon votes for Althea
Feb  4 00:22:14 :: (GC) Althea votes for Devon
Feb  4 00:27:10 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Got nuthin on me," the big man slurs out.  When the door opens again, his eyelids raise a crack, lowering again when the person framed in the doorway resolves into a relative unknown.  "Will," he mutters, summoning up a fait smile at the direction from which the womans voice comes.
Feb  4 00:28:13 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The Corpse reacts with supernatural speed, the blade dancing over his fingers before he attempts to slam it into he wrist/forearm of the old man. "Your choice has been made.." The light catching his face, which turns into a mask of hatred. "Sinner."
Feb  4 00:31:50 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Yeah. No fucking kidding. You big, hard-headed asshole. You keep it up and you're going to die sooner rather than later. And I ain't done with you yet..", Adrien admits, smirking at Patrick. He is, however, interuppted at the entrance of Ella, to which he responds, "..Nope! Not me this time. Just came to visit Patrick. I had to shoot Patrick last night because he believes that vampires are a creation of God, sent to test us..".
Feb  4 00:33:32 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: MacAnderson screams in pain as the knife enters into his wrist, causing his hand to curl up on itself. He tries to pull the trigger on the snub-nosed revolver again, but to no avail, for he can't get his pained hand to work it anymore. Almost as a defense mechanism, he starts to scream, "..Ethel! Ethel! Get the shotgun, baby!".
Feb  4 00:36:27 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Scooting further into the room to let the door close behind her, Ella takes up a position beside Adrien, gracing him with a thoroughly befuddled expression. "Oh really? That's a new one to me. I think it was covered in some horror movies, though. Like Dracula 2000. Gerard Butler was -great- in that, I must say. The others? Not so much.." her voice trails off as she shakes her head, trying to bring her brain back around to the topic at hand. "So waitaminute. You shot him last night and then came to visit him in the hospital? What if they, um, you know catch you here?"
Feb  4 00:38:59 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: A second knife is produced and the wound is mirrored upon the other wrist, the Corpse shaking his head as he performs the act. "Ethel's gone. She's gone to a place you can never follow, sinner." He calmly watches the man bleed out, "You'll never hurt her again, you'll never hurt anyone again with your inaction.. But you will know that pain, for what waits for you is a suffering worse than any this world could offer. All you had to do was ask for absolution though.. All you had to do was be a man, and you couldn't even do that."
Feb  4 00:42:18 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: A rasping chuckle escapes from the big man in the bed.  "He'll jump out the window," he says softly, before crossing the line back into unconsciousness for a minute or two.  "'f yer here ta shoot me again, get it over with.  Least 'm already here this time."
Feb  4 00:56:45 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: MacAnderson's shouting for help is cut short as the second dagger is slammed into his wrist, putting an identical wound there. His pain is only felt for a moment though, before he begins to shout again through his sobbing, "..Oh God, no. You liar! YOU HORRIBLE ZOMBIE.". He starts to struggle again, tearing larger holes in his wrist as he bucks and thrashes, but is unable to free himself from the weight upon him.
Feb  4 00:58:35 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Pfft. Don't flatter yourself, McCarthy. If I were going to fucking shoot you again, I'd do it after you got all healed up. I'm not that mean. Not to humans, anyway..", Adrien Cross admits, draping an arm over Ella's shoulder as he watches down upon the man in the bed, "..What can I say? He's got my battle-plan all pegged. Read me like a book..".
Feb  4 01:13:32 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "...I don't know what the fuck you are talking about, you psycho corpse! DEMONS? WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?", MacAnderson roars, more pissed than scared now. He starts to twitch again, flailing. His left hand reaches over, and with a burst of effort, jerks the knife from his right wrist.
Feb  4 01:14:09 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Not gift...test," Patrick says softly.  He rolls slightly on the bed, the better to face the two of you, with a rasping noise caused by the friction of his flimsy robe against the bed sheets.  His eyes flutter open for a moment, "Never said they were a gift..." his voice trails off as his eyes close again, and a faint snore escapes him.
Feb  4 01:17:52 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Even as the man react, so too does the corpse who lashes out with preternatural speed. Throwing a hard punch at the man's neck with all his force. "You chose this, remember. You made this painful."
Feb  4 01:23:27 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: MacAnderson's neck crunches in as Johnny slams his fist into it, and the old cop bucks and jerks. In his final moments, he thrashes to the side and bites Johnny, suprisingly hard enough to tear a chunk of the flesh off and leave a bleeding wound. There's a hatred in his eyes. The relenting, tired hatred of someone who's been through too much and lived to tell about it. He breathes once, then twice, and then with a labored sort of death rattle, he dies. His eyes are still open, though.
Feb  4 01:23:40 :: (GC) Adrien votes for Patrick
Feb  4 01:24:45 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Adrien
Feb  4 01:32:00 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A glint of amusement flickers in Ella's blue-grey eyes as she grins up at Adrien, one black eyebrow lifted. "Yeah, I haven't any idea how to deal with hard-headed men. Totally out of my league there," she replies with a teasing undertone to her voice. She pokes at her stomach  while glancing down the line of her body, ponderously emitting a soft humming sound. "Have I really gained some weight? I hadn't noticed. Everything still seems to fit fine. I guess it's all good then, right? When you called I thought you were carted off to the ER again. I came down here as quick as I could. Good thing I don't live far."
Feb  4 01:49:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I don't think he's going to be talking too much about it. He's thick-headed, but he's not fucking stupid..", Adrien murmurs, glancing up and down the sterile and quite, darkened hallway of the hospital, "..Man. These places give me the fucking creeps at night. I fucking hate hospitals..".
Feb  4 01:54:31 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "They are a nexus of pain and suffering, with a higher instance of death than most any other place in a city. So yeah, I can see why it would give you the heebie-jeebies," Ella states, smiling at a passing nurse. "So should we keep an eye on the Hulk in shifts? In his room? The nearest waiting room? That might be too far though if one of his little 'tests' come to give him a pop quiz out of the blue."
Feb  4 07:41:19 :: (GC) Siol forced Alexandra to title @yDeckard - @DYes, that one.
Feb  4 07:46:06 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Yawning widely, Alexandra glances toward the dog at her feet.
Feb  4 07:50:49 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Seemingly enthralled by the velvet covered book held lightly in her hands, a striking blonde remains largely indifferent to her surroundings for the moment, a shimmering curtain of silken hair cascading forward to obscure her features somewhat. Byher feet, an immense rottweiler with a sleek brindle coat waits patiently, his tongue lolling from his jaws.
Feb  4 07:53:36 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The door to the establishment opens with the ding of the thrice damned bell that seems to be omnipresent in all such places of business. A soft sigh is given from the entrant, who, seems either annoyed or somewhat saddened by the announcement of his entrance, but his features soon twist into his trademark smirk, hands at his side, long red coat reminiscient of Alucard whipping in the slight wind behind him. His eyes are covered by his omnipresent sunglasses, polished to a mirror sheen as always. He closes the door behind him, and begins browsing some of the items for sale, seeming interested enough, but that could all be an act...or it may not be.
Feb  4 07:58:00 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Startled from her reverie by the brash announcement of the old-fashioned bell, the blonde glances upward sharply in that direction, though at first seems to miss the catalyst of the disturbance.Behind the swath of her long tresses, eyes the blue of lapislazuli idly wander over the few patrons, resting only momentarily upon each in turn before moving onward. Perhaps it is the eyecatching hue of the newcomer's attire that at last attracts her attention asher attention returns toward the tall figure. Blinking a few times, the slender young woman straightens, her head tilting a little to one side as she regards him, eyes narrowing as though trying to place a distant recollection.. though it is apparently dismissed after a fleeting consideration as she shakes her head gently, glancing once more down toward her chosen title.
Feb  4 08:04:12 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The long red coat of Guillaume finally settles, no longer swirling about in it's previous manner. Bright green eyes slowly run over the figures in the room, eyes still obscured behind his mirrored ocular shields. His eyes stop on one person in particular, the woman with the platinum hair, dog at her feet. Almost instantly, a spark of recognition is let grow to flame, the mind of the frenchman at work. Ah yes, he remembered now. The journalist. Her name rattled around the inside of his skull for a bit, and he seemed to be pondering something before he walked around behind her chair, still browsing the items for sale. Then, as stealthily as he could, (4 successes) snuck up behind her and leaned down and whispered something in his unmistakable seductive purr. "Hello Alexandra."
Feb  4 08:18:42 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: A sudden jump only fractionally precedes the soft gasp that escapes the young woman, her abrupt turn to face the voice so close behind her sending errant wisps of white-blonde into her eyes. Hastily sweeping these aside with her fingertips, her book held momentarily forgotten to her breast, she meets the emerald shades of the familiar gaze blankly for a split-second, before her countenance melts to recognition and perhaps even warmth. Regaining her composure swiftly, she offers the frenchman her typical charismatic smile, the teasing tone of her response not quite masked by the gentle lilt of her drawling accent. While not perhaps as openly seductive as the man before her, her throaty voice still commands attention. "Guillaume.. you scared me.." a gentle chuckle before she continues, tucking her hair behind one ear. Her blue eyes drift over the familiar figure before she catches herself and politely returns her focus to the planes of his face. "What are you doing here?"
Feb  4 08:24:15 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The eyes of Guillaume sparkle a bit in the green depths, intrigued at the fact that he was so easily able to scare her. The dog wasn't very alert either, it would seem, but alas. "I'm sorry madamoiselle, I didn't mean to frighten you. I was merely surprised to see you here was all, and couldn't contain myself." His voice is less seductive now, but still smooth as ever, his french accent slipping in as always. "And I am here because my profession brought me here. Photographers go where the pictures are good. I suppose I should be asking what you are doing here, but that would be rude of me, and hardly appropriate for a first meeting with such a good friend."
Feb  4 08:24:33 :: (GC) Guillaume votes for Alexandra
Feb  4 08:37:15 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Glancing downward with a faint smirk as the dog at her feet flops down fully to the ground with a heavy sigh, Alexandra then turns away briefly to gently slide the book she had been so engrossed in back into it's designated spot. A cursory glance over her surroundings adds the faintest air of anxiety, mirrored in the slightly defensive posture of her arms, folding over her chest. Despite the simplicity of her attire and the longer length of her hair since their last meeting, the young woman remains eyecatchingly lovely, the black vest she wears showing off the slender, tanned expanse of her arms, chest and back, the soft platinum waves curling about her collarbones a stunning contrast in hues. "Are you implying I have a lack of manners, monsieur?" she enquires, gently teasing as is her way. Shrugging a little, however, she seems to choose to answer the unasked question of her own accord. "I just needed some space after.. well, you know." An appealing flush of color rises across her cheekbones.
Feb  4 08:58:30 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman winced ever so slightly at the last comment, and he nodded. "Ah yes, that. A rather unfortunate series of events, especially the way the media blew it far out of proportion." His alabaster hands slide into his pockets with a slight sigh. "I apologize for any inconvenience that I may have caused you madamoiselle. I never meant to cause you any undue trouble." His tone is sincere, and his posture would indicate some measure of remorse, a rare thing from Guillaume.
Feb  4 09:03:44 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: The faintest hint of a curve returns to Alexandra's sensual lips as she notes the apology evident in the handsome man's manner. Shaking her head gently, she herself speaks upon a soft sigh, leaning back against the bookcase behind her.. either not noticing or pointedly ignoring the disapproving look thrown her way by a passing clerk. "Oh, it wasn't your fault. I should have known better.. I'm the one who should be apologizing, really, for dragging you into it." Her smile broadens to an amused grin as she adds, mischievously, "Besides.. if I'm going to be photographed with a man.. it may as well be an attractive french one." With this, her dark-lashed eyes wander distractedly off to one side, trailing in the wake of a passer-by. From the floor, the sound of gentle rumbling snores can be plainly heard from her new companion.
Feb  4 09:11:59 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman chuckles a bit and he smiles, shaking his head rather amusedly. "I thank you for your compliment as always, madamoiselle. You are too flattering." He smiles a moment and then, he lifts a hand from his pocket, and rights a single strand of her long blonde hair to go behind her ear, now set in perfection. "I can't say I minded being photographed with such a beautiful woman either."
Feb  4 09:18:13 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: "Flattery will get you everywhere in this town." Spoken in a mildly flirtatious tone, the hint of laughter underlying her words makes it difficult to ascertain whether she referred to Guillaume's comment or her own. Offering a smile of thanks as he sets right her wayward tresses.. which she hadn't herself noticed were out of place.. but onward to other things. "It's the ideal place to hide in plain sight, though, wouldn't you agree?" As if to demonstrate her point, she brazenly meets the lingering gaze of the clerk who swiftly drops their stare to busy themselves at the counter. "Where else could I browse my way through this New-Age nonsense in peace?" A single fingernail trails down the spine of a thick, leatherbound book by her right shoulder, amusingly entitled "Spells for the City Girl".
Feb  4 09:27:11 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The eyes of the frenchman scanned the tome that she ran her finger along, and he shook his head a bit. "Such trivial things really in life. This nonsense, as you said. Spells for the City Girl." He shakes his head and then chuckles a bit. "You do a thorough job entrancing those around you without such tools, I would think." He grins a bit, playing off his flattery comment. His hands return to his pockets idly, and he looks over a few of the other books.
Feb  4 12:21:13 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Staring ahead, as though lost in thought, Johnny does not even notice the Primogen making her way towards him, or if he does, doesn't care. His lips move in silence as he talks to himself to gather his thoughts.
Feb  4 12:24:54 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: On one side glance, the elderly woman catches note of Johnny and grins. Her game is quickly put on pause and turned off, tucked inside her overly large purse as she glances Johnny over curiously a moment before speaking, "Ye know...if'n yer gonna sit out here wit' 'at guitar case, ya might'as well play somethin. Might turn some decent coin while yer at it as well."
Feb  4 12:34:42 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Arching an eyebrow at the old woman's comment. Johnny shakes his head from side to side before reaching out and opening his guitar case. Then withdrawing a violin from within he brings it up to his neck and shoulder. Clearing his throat for a moment he then begins to play a beautiful, yet very quick, gypsy song.
Feb  4 12:48:33 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Wrong case fer it, but mah whatta song!" Beatrice taps her foot with the beat, keeping in time easily. The woman's emerald eyes sparkle and she starts snapping as well. She nearly looks as if she'd start dancing, but somehow refrains.
Feb  4 12:54:31 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: As the music ends, Johnny opens his guitar case, which reveals to have multiple layers, and places the violin within, atop of the electric guitar which is itself atop of the acoustic.
Feb  4 13:00:38 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Jyhad? Ehhh, I ain't exactly much've a fighter. Leastways not d'rectly. Ain't gotten ta speak ta ye-know-who in a bit. Not since I got tha trucks and whatnot. What'yew been upto?" she asks, a more aimiable smile on her face. The woman leans up against the wall of a building nearby.
Feb  4 13:07:47 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Sah ya don't just -play- like an angel huh? Yer a might interestin one. Ahh...been meanin ta run inta yew anyways. Meanta apologize for what ya may've thoughta me'a while back. Found the....hrm. Face ta'hind the mask?" She arches a brow as she glances to Johnny as if to see if he caught her meaning
Feb  4 13:15:27 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Indeed..." grumbles Bea, a sullen look crossing her features, lips pursing. "I cert'nly thought him mah angel 'least. S'over now though. Can't think've him tha same wit' what 'ah know now. Know whatta mean?"
Feb  4 13:21:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: People pass up and down the sidewalks of Santa Monica Boulevard, ignoring the nice breeze or the beautiful night for more important endeavors, such as getting to their favorite club or hotspot, for there are so many of them on this strip. Noticeably, the line for Club Crank is much longer than normal, and standing at the end is a rather handsome and lithe Englishman, dressed in black leather pants, a black silk shirt, and a tattered, very old looking jacket of black leather and an ankle-length cut. He doesn't seem to be conversing with the other people in the line, like most do.
Feb  4 13:24:54 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "As 'ah think he did wit' me...devious sunnuvagun. I should skin him...nah...I best not," She grumbles scuffing the heel of her sneakers against the sidewalk. "Gotta remember ta trust no one. No more."
Feb  4 13:26:48 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Amidst the bustling crowds that wander the strip beneath the streetlights and neon of the various bars and clubs, a striking young woman gradually comes into view, set apart from those surrounding her by her solitude and apparent disinterest. A sweep of shining white-blonde hair tumbles carelessly about her shoulders, stirred occasionally by the same fresh breeze blithely ignored by the masses. The tall girl, however, tilts her head back a little to inhale deeply as she saunters unhurriedly along, hands shoved into the pockets of her snugly fitting pants. As she passes by the ominously long line of the club, eyes of a serene azure hue wander the various faces in a cursory glance. 
Feb  4 13:36:37 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The blade spins in his hand a moment then disappears back onto his personage. Shrugging indifferently he speaks, "I was not betrayed, but I will help you for you share our father's blood."
Feb  4 13:39:28 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Thankya then. I'm sure Ah'll figure out how ta find ya when the time comes. Likely ye won't be too far 'way." Beatrice leans up off the wall, rolling her shoulder as the grin devolves to a more aimiable smile once more, "Maybe ye can teach me some with 'em things. Never much learned how ta use nothin but guns. E'en then I usually stick to Ol'Betsy and Blaze. They're mah babies, ye know."
Feb  4 13:43:13 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: As her dark-lashed, impossiblyblue eyes alight upon the dark-haired young man, who might easily have been lost within the sea of beautiful faces so common in the city, Alexandra falters mid-stride, the response barely perceptible unless one were watching rather keenly. Blinkingslowly, those lashes briefly darkening her cheeks, she draws to a halt nearby, her attention briefly wandering toward the doorway of Club Crank. Her attire seems understated to the brink of being out of place, yet she seems unperturbed, ignoring the few glances tossed her way as she looks back to the stranger, returning his smile with a soft, vaguely shy curve of her lips before addressing him. Her tones are velvet, if surprsingly throaty, and bear a faintly drawling accent. "You have more patience than me, standing in this line.."
Feb  4 13:54:31 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: The slender young woman arches an elegant brow, in a pleasant mixture of enquiry and amusement. "Is that so? And how are you finding said pleasantries?" She flicks a glance toward a group of raucous, clearly intoxicated young women as they totter by, the curve remaining upon her lips in an appealing expression of humor. Folding her slender arms, she returns her gaze to the young man, silently considering his unusual accent as she closes the short distance between them with a few more steps. Apparently the invitation has been accepted, for now.
Feb  4 13:54:50 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Calmly he replaces his shirts and offers a slight shrug, "I am capable of defending myself and those I hold dear. Yes. I am a Mad God's Grace, and grace is evident in many forms." Rising up he takes his guitar case, "But the Fallen use this city as thier battleground, and I cannot abide that, even if Gabe will."  Adding after a moment, "Lycan activity has been on the rise, get silver. And get it soon."
Feb  4 13:57:02 :: (GC) Beatrice rposed: "Indeed...I'll haveta invest in some then. Ye know anywhere good?" Bea arches a brow as she reaches into her purse...hand inevitably wandering the the gameboy which soon is visible once more. She doesn't yet turn it on.
Feb  4 14:07:36 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Chuckling softly, Alexandra inclines her head fractionally in agreement before leaning her narrow shoulders back against the wall, one booted foot rising to balance against it's cool surface at knee-height. "I should know.. I used to be just like that." she replies, simply, not bothering to elaborate further. Her wide, almost angelic blue eyes once again return to meet the gaze of her new-found companion, accompanied by a smile. "Your accent is odd.. sorry if that sounds rude, I don't mean to be..where are you from?"
Feb  4 14:18:06 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: A grin of amusement reveals youthful dimples in the young blonde's cheeks at this latter comment, one hand rising to rake fingertips back through her long tresses in a seemingly habitual gesture."I did, yes.. though blissful angel isn't something I've ever been described as before.." A soft laugh belies her feminine pleasure at the compliment, though. "I'm Alex." she offers as an afterthought, extending her hand in polite greeting as it is freed from her tousled mane.. 
Feb  4 14:22:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..No? Well. Those who call you otherwise must be judging solely upon physical appearance, and such a thing is a terrible injustice to your musical laugh..", the Breton admits, pushing all of his erstwhile charm into both his demeanor and enchanting voice. His nimble hand, that who's arm isn't occupied by the draped jacket, is offered in return. He doesn't shake it however, as most would, but instead tilts it to the side and offers a light kiss to just the middle-most knuckle before letting it go again, "..It is a pleasure, sincerely. My name is Gareth..".
Feb  4 14:28:02 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Through the crowd and Ethreal sound can be heard, softly at first. Then growing closer, as it does it becomes louder, more vivid as a figure appears amongst the masses. Dressed in baggy white cargo pants, with a long sleeve black dress shirt that has been left unbuttoned to reveal the white undershirt. An electric guitar in his hands, plugged into the guitar case that doubles as a speaker strapped to his back.  Several faces in the crowd recognize him, or rather his music, as a murmur passes through those that are not simply enthralled by its majesty.
Feb  4 14:31:27 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Seeming unbothered by the rather exotic gesture, accepting it graciously, the blonde dips her head once more before retrieving herproferred hand and folding it alongside it's partner at the small of her back. She seems about to speak, before the music causing such a stir draws her attention, her sapphire eyes scanning over the heads of those nearby to locate the source, though apparently not deigning to fawn.. either not recognising the music or simply choosing to be contrary, content to listen from where she stands.
Feb  4 14:36:56 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The lithe and slender Englishman allows his emerald sights to slip over to the source of the music, however, much like the woman that he is speaking with, he doesn't bother to explore it further as his attention is otherwise taken up at the moment. He lingers on the musician for just seconds before looking back to the young woman who waits in line with him, "..What brings you out upon the town this evening? Business or pleasure, Miss Alex?".
Feb  4 14:48:04 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Returning the wave with a wry chuckle, the slender blonde straightens from her lean, sighing reluctantly. "Boredom mainly.. I thought I'd get some fresh air before I got stuck back into my latest project." She stretches her slim, leanly muscled arms above her head, standing on her tiptoes briefly before relaxing once again. "Which I guess I really ought to be getting back to.. but it was good to meet you, Gareth.." Sliding a hand into a back pocket, she draws forth a simple business card, which she offers toward the mahogany haired young man with a grin. "Let me know if you feel like people-watching again anytime soon, hm?" With that, she starts off easily through the crowd, unnoticed asthe majority surge forward in her wake to better see the faceless musician.
Feb  4 14:50:06 :: (GC) Gareth votes for Alexandra
Feb  4 14:50:43 :: (GC) Alexandra votes for Gareth
Feb  4 16:16:19 :: (GC) Kenneth frozen by Endymion.
Feb  4 16:16:23 :: (GC) Kenneth un-frozen by Endymion.
Feb  4 16:17:49 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Test
Feb  4 16:17:54 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: o.o...
Feb  4 16:18:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: So that's how they've been doing that!
Feb  4 16:18:27 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: ..rofl. No.
Feb  4 16:18:49 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: ( )( ):::::::D
Feb  4 16:19:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Exactly.
Feb  4 16:19:26 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Battle Phallus, I choose you!
Feb  4 16:20:00 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Trainer has used a dark stone! Battle Phallus is evolving!
Feb  4 16:20:14 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Battle Phallus has evolved into Black Battle Phallus! Wow!
Feb  4 16:20:28 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: ^_^
Feb  4 16:20:34 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Show's over. Scurry along.
Feb  4 18:01:30 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  4 18:26:35 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The sounds of a head pulping against a desk can be heard from a long distance away.
Feb  4 19:22:38 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah ambles down the street, his pace upbeat, a dark beer bottle in one hand and a marijuana joint in the other. A pair of dark sunglasses covers his eyes, the lights of buildings and overhead streetlights running over the black lenses as he passes under the night sky. A drunken grin is plastered over his handsome features, tie loosened and flapping in the breeze. "If I get drunk, well, I'll pass out on the floor now baby!" Elijah sings loudly, his pearly teeth glinting as smoke and alcohol pass through his mouth.
Feb  4 19:44:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Walking casually through the gaps in the crowd with practiced ease, Devon's pace is casual, almost ambling in its gait. Though his face is still passive, there's a rather satisfied look in his cerulean eyes. Casually, he licks his lips, suggesting the reason for the positive angle his demeanor has taken. Gaze panning the crowd with only a vague hint of searching, his head tilts curiously to the side as the vision of a few people dancing comes into view. A certain knowing nod is given more to himself than anyone else, and his eyes now search in earnest, head turning in an effort to allow his ears to guide him. One the familiar faces come into view, his pace quickens to meet them.
Feb  4 19:56:19 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter continues on down the street, gulping more of his beer, the marijuana joint resting between two lips. His pace is still upbeat and drunken, fingers flailing in the air as though playing an invisible guitar. As he passes by the guitarist, Elijah smirks and bends over at the waist, raising the beer bottle to his lips to yell into it like a makeshift microphone. "One to one! Two to dance, well, we all get our sweet romance! Those sour grapes will turn to wine, BUT IT'S ALL VINEGAR WITH TIME!" Elijah finishes singing for the moment, tilting his head back and arching his back to gulp down the rest of his beer. As he snaps back into a standing position, however, his eyes fall on the approaching Devon, and he glances frantically side to side. His shaded eyes stare at the beer bottle as though it's a time bomb, and he suddenly turns and flings it across the street, into a building nor far off. When this is done he begins to wipe at the front of his clothing, trying to make himself presentable for h
Feb  4 19:56:30 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: make himself presentable for his companion.
Feb  4 20:08:03 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Feb  4 20:10:45 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Wrapping her arms around Johnny's neck, she rests her head on his shoulder. "Devon is not going to be happy..." she says in a sing-song voice. She shows her silver crucifix to Johnny; it is small but sturdy, covered in an etched pattern. "Do you like it? Jang bought it for me."
Feb  4 20:23:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Staring at Elijah while blinking in a rather unbelieving manner, Devon might cut a rather comical picture if not for the obviously embarrassed and rather annoyed look in his eyes. Having paused in his movement through the strip, a bump from a passerby seems to spur him back into motion, as he walks over to the trio in a calm and collected manner. Arms hanging idly by his sides, they casually raise and cross over his slender chest, long fingers tapping against his pale forearms at a rapid pace. Nothing is said to Elijah as the youthful figure stares at him, eyes now fixed and unblinking, a vague sadness in them now.
Feb  4 20:48:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still choosing to remain silent, Devon's head shakes slightly, his gaze traveling away from the man as one arm raises up so that his hand can shadow his eyes, thumb and finger rubbing at his temples at the same time. Slowly, he begins to walk towards the crowd once more, the easy gait gone from his step only to be replaced with an almost weary trudge. Hand moving away from his eyes for a moment, a polite nod is given to the pair on the bench, the motion seeming to be both a greeting and farewell. However, before his willowy form can join the mass of people once more, he pauses, arm lowing to his side as his head turns slightly, casting a dark and piercing gaze to Elijah.
Feb  4 20:50:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Aw, fuck me." The man mutters to himself, ignoring Althea and Johnny's conversation as he begins to jog forward, quite drunkenly, towards the crowd before Devon can disappear into it. Assuming he's caught up with the other man, Elijah only idles next to the willowy youth, his gaze lowered to his feet as he walks alongside the slender man, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his slacks.
Feb  4 21:20:56 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Aside from the first night or so after we went to the club... I feel good. Better than good, actually. I feel stronger. I'm feeling a little less spaced out, almost back to normal." She gives a short laugh, not from anything humorous but from her own personal triumph. "For the first time in a long time... I feel good.:
Feb  4 21:21:27 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head once more facing the crowd, Devon finally begins to speak. The words come out in a quiet, gentle manner, hollow in some ways but obviously meaningful in others. "'Obertus. Dragon. Sword. Three words that mean more to me than anything else in existence." Voice still low in volume, Devon draws a shallow breath, elegant neck arching as his head turns back around to peer at Elijah once more. "Notice, Elijah, that you are none of those. I wanted to make you part of my world. I used my gift on you, something that I've done for few others." Words holding a cutting edge to them now, the willowy form's gaze hardens as he stares at his ward, eyes both cold and slightly saddened. "You agreed to certain terms Elijah. And now you've broken them. You know the cruelty that I am capable of, and I hope that alone wrenches the pit of your stomach." Head turning forward once more, Devon's posture stiffens even more than usual, both arms falling to his sides in one smooth motion. Long fingers curling into his wide p
Feb  4 21:21:42 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Long fingers curling into his wide palms to form fists, the already pale skin of his hands turns white with the pressure. Nothing else being said, he begins his trek through the crowd once more.
Feb  4 21:27:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man stops walking just as Devon does, his eyes still turned towards the ground throughout the other man's speech. When all is said, one hand rises, fingers shaking as they land on his stomach, barely denting the fabric of his white dress shirt. "I'm going to be sick." He says in a faint voice, excusing himself from Devon's side as he turns, a single tear glinting on his drunken, flushed cheeks, the white of a streetlight illuminating the tiny streak of human tear. With that he proceeds into the nearest mouth of an alleyway, vomiting quite loudly in the darkness, whether from his drinking or Devon's speech, it's unclear.
Feb  4 21:28:31 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Aside from the first night or so after we went to the club... I feel good. Better than good, actually. I feel stronger. I'm feeling a little less spaced out, almost back to normal." She gives a short laugh, not from anything humorous but from her own personal triumph. "For the first time in a long time... I feel good.:
Feb  4 21:31:55 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Nodding his head, Johnny kisses her temple, "Soon you will be asked to make your second to final choice then, one, we will depart, the other, we will begin your training.. Do not answer now, as I have not asked it of you.. Like I said before, just let it come to you.."
Feb  4 21:43:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: No effort is made from Devon's part to follow Elijah into the alley. However, he does pause in his movements once more, stepping off to the side from the crowd with ease. Standing in the shadow of a building, the darkness accents his porcelain complexion and enhances the almost dangerous glint in his eyes. Angelic face still void of emotion, there's a certain pensive look about him, though this too has a hint of cruelty within it. Arms bending at the elbows, one loops easily about the dip in his waist, fingers digging visibly into his side. The other arm presses closer to his slender chest, hand hovering just over his heart as nimble fingers press against his collarbone with obvious force, one short fingernail marring his skin with an angry red line. Jaw clenching visibly, obvious and utter disgust now becomes visible, a strange foil to his innocent face.
Feb  4 21:57:18 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I know what I want, but I'll wait for you. You know better than I do when I'll be ready." Althea kisses Johnny's cheek. She takes in the street before her, noticing Devon's figure. "What do you think he's doing to do to Elijah?" she asks quietly. "I don't want to interfere, but I'm worried... Then again, he does kind of deserve what he gets. He almost got arrested last time he was like this."
Feb  4 22:09:04 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Leannan
Feb  4 22:18:17 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Striding up to Elijah with quick and determined steps, the arm looped around Devon's waist shifts, rising upwards towards the other man. Hand reaching out, the youth grabs the waiter's chin in an obviously firm grip, forcing eye contact. "You say that you're trash. That you're not worth my effort. Is it your goal to prove this? To make me want to throw you out? I should dispose of you with the rest of the garbage Elijah. Perhaps you should have stayed in that alley and saved me the trouble." Tugging even harder on his companion's chin, the willowy form can now look down upon him, the disgust still obvious in his eyes, radiating about his being. "You've broken my trust in you. You've taken my affection and thrown it back into my face."  With one swift and easy sweeping kick, Elijah's legs are knocked away from under him, leaving him at Devon's feet.
Feb  4 22:27:44 :: (GC) Johnny votes for Althea
Feb  4 23:05:38 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Having pulled up one of the chairs from the waiting area, Ella makes herself useful by sitting cross-legged on the seat and generally staying out of the way of the medical professionals surrounding her. True to her word, every person that enters Patrick's room gets the hairy eyeball, though once they are dismissed as either harmless or hospital personnel, she goes back to paging through her tabloid. She hazards a few glances at her cohort who seems to commonly be propped up against the door itself, though for once she tries to be quiet.
Feb  4 23:13:35 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien does, indeed, sit in front of Patrick's door, right upon the sterile floor of the hospital, his back propped up against the barrier, with one leg stretched out, and the other bent with the knee upward. He was talkative, at least, his usual amount of so, but after the first hour he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and just started staring at it with a certain amount of intensity. 
Feb  4 23:15:18 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb  4 23:17:27 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A smile curls Ella's lips as she catches that hungry look from the corner of her eyes, murmuring in a lowered voice without looking up from her tabloid, "I can hold down the fort if you want to slip out and have a fix. I don't mind. It's been completely quiet, all told."
Feb  4 23:29:15 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..No. Fuck it. No God-Damned cigarette is going to get the best of me..", Adrien admits, glancing at Ella for nothing more than a minute before going back to staring down the cigarette once more. It's a long battle, with neither side blinking or willing to budge, and the thin man with the unkempt hair murmuring to himself, "..I will not smoke. I will not smoke. I will not smoke..", over and over again. After just four minutes though, these stacked upon the past two hours, he glances up and down the sterile halls of the hospital, with a bit of a wild look in his dark eyes. Without warning, he eats the cigarette. Literally chewing it up, and his eyes roll back into his head.
Feb  4 23:33:04 :: (GC) Ella rposed: This peaks Ella's interests rather abruptly, her nose pulling out of the magazine as she turns to stare at Adrien with obvious surprise writ across her face. "Oh no, you're not--" she begins as she sees the cancer stick disappear into his mouth. She lets out a burst of laughter, her head tipping backwards and the tabliod falling from her lap to the floor. "Ohmygod, that's the best expression EVER!" she exclaims before falling back into a fit of laughter.
Feb  4 23:37:08 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: In a simmering sort of silence, Adrien Cross, the man who has danced with more than a few supernatural enemies of mankind, sits there and chews upon his cigarette, swallowing it whole, from the deliciously dry tobacco to the cigarette butt. Calmly while doing it, he raises a hand and a middle finger, pointing them at Ella in that universal gesture of displeasure at her sheer delight in his misery. Luckily, he doesn't speak.
Feb  4 23:49:35 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I don't chew gum. And patches are for women..", Adrien mutters, swallowing down the last of his cigarette. Almost out of some weird spite, he opens up into a very wide grin. If that didn't look maniacle enough on him, then the small pieces of plastered tobacco would help along with the concept of a man who has lost his mind. From the pocket of his shirt he pulls out a toothpick, and inserts it between his lips where it's held fast.
Feb  4 23:54:51 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a shake of her head, Ella bends over at the waist while still sitting in her chair to grab up the magazine she dropped before someone could slip on it. "How would anyone know you were even wearing a patch unless you decided to walk around naked through the city? And why are they just for women? They're not like Girl Scout patches or anything. Then there's always the lozenges..." she pauses as she sits up again, a wicked grin crossing her face. "And you can't say you'd be against lozenges. I see old guys buying them all the time at the drugstore."
Feb  4 23:57:34 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Walking through the crowd with an obvious destination in mind, Devon's piercing gaze remains trained on the line to Club Crank, eyeing it with a sense of frustration. Both arms are wrapped about his curving torso, the front of his lightweight shirt fully unbuttoned for once. From time to time there's a slight pause in his step, weight being readjusted in a somewhat uncomfortable manner. However, this does nothing to alter the concentration he puts into weaving through holes in the crowd.
Feb  5 00:02:20 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Adrien Cross glances up, shooting a look at the woman with the wicked wit and the sharp tongue. He appears to be on the edge of speaking his mind, which could be nothing else but hateful at the moment, up until the last comment flutters forth from between her Oh-So-Innocent lips. Glancing up and down the hall to make sure that no nurses are coming to do their rounds, he pulls his Desert Eagle from his concealed shoulder holster. Ejecting the clip, and then the bullet from the chamber, he places the barrel into his mouth and begins to fire blank shots, over and over. Each makes snaps with the sound of dry-fire. The whole time his dark sights stare up at the much younger woman. Doesn't this seem familiar?
Feb  5 00:12:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Showing no surprise upon receiving a new companion, Devon shrugs one shoulder in a rather nonchalant manner. Looking at the girl from out of the corner of his eye, he keeps walking, dodging from time to time to avoid the crowd. Finally, the answer of, "Hungry." Either lacking the manners or the patience to return the verbal gesture, his path suddenly veers off to the side, eyeing the line with a slight scowl that seems to appear more within his eyes than on his face. 
Feb  5 00:24:11 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I don't know. And I'm about tired of caring. If they turn him, then I'll just shoot his ass too..", Adrien admits, pushing to his feet and brushing himself off, "..I'm about fucking tired of sitting in this Hospital. It's too cold. It's too quiet. It's too white. And I can't smoke. Let's get the fuck out of here..". And with that, the thin man with the unkempt hair proceeds to just walk off.
Feb  5 00:24:31 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  5 00:26:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Mmm. You're a handsome one. It's a dead shame that you're so attached to this bed..", comes an unseen voice. Faintly, the feel of a hand upon your foot fades into existence, but there is no person around that would be doing such a thing.
Feb  5 00:28:09 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Not having a better suggestion in mind, Ella shrugs her shoulders as she rises once more, following behind the Occultist. She catches up to him with some effort, though only after eyeing him fiercely from the back. Shenearly has to jog to do so, his longer legs creating a longer stride than she's easily capable of. "Alrighty, then. Where to instead?" she asks once beside him.
Feb  5 00:30:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Close your eyes if you want. I can't control what you do." Pausing in his speech for a moment, he adds, "That's Johnny's place." There's no malice within the words, nor is there a sign of any other emotion. Still gazing at the line, there's a hint of disgust now, his brows knit together though they don't furrow. "Drunk...tweekers...", is muttered softly, the rest of the words so low in volume that they're give no voice. Head raising slightly, he peers down the strip a ways, head nodding once or twice in an answer to his own mental question.
Feb  5 00:34:38 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The feel of the invisible fingers dance along the side of your foot, moving up as high as the ankle, but stopping to rest there. The voice that slips through the air is made of silk. If it were a color, it would be scarlet, and the tone is nothing less than an absolute purr, "..Wake up, Patrick. You're too strong for this. So strong. And big. And handsome..".
Feb  5 00:41:14 :: (GC) Althea rposed: The girl's brow furrows. "You have fun getting some food," she says flatly. "I'm going home." She quickly turns away from Devon and disappears into the crowd.
Feb  5 00:41:52 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Having driven her poor little Escort to the hospital, it's only right that she drives it back out though with a passenger in tow. She takes the most direct route she can back to her place, since it's the closest, and once inside the building she walks with a confidant gait towards her loft. As she unlocks the door and opens it, many points of multi-colored flickering lights glow in different places of the room. Her smile broadens as she strolls inside, holding the door open for Adrien. "I really need something to eat and probably something else to wear."
Feb  5 00:43:50 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Those fingers dance a bit higher up your leg before disappearing all together. When they surface again, it's on the hand that wields the remote in such a stoic manner, brushing over the skin and leaving a trail of goosebumps behind, "..Mmm. Patty, baby. There's no dream here, big boy. Some would argue though..". The voice, as sultry as ever, holds a tone toward the end that would make anyone think the originator was wearing a pouty look.
Feb  5 00:46:24 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You do that, then. I'll find something to amuse myself with..", Adrien admits, allowing himself entrance into the apartment just behind Ella. First thing first, he loosens his black tie a bit and makes his way right over to the fridge, which he opens, sniffing at it a few times and wrinkling up his nose before starting a hunt for the ever-elusive alcohol.
Feb  5 00:49:39 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Patrick's eyes bulge in shock when the trailing fingertips he thought were only a dream continue their touch.  With a hand made clumsy by his cast the big man quickly crosses himself, "In nomine patri, et fili et spiritus sanctus," he breathes quietly even as he jerks away from the left side of the bed, releasing the remote to drop back onto the table.  "What the...fuck?" he swears in a slightly louder voice.
Feb  5 00:51:02 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Dropping her messenger bag gently on the papasan chair, Ella keeps right on walking by. She spares a glance for Adrien as she starts up the spiral stairs, "The pizza's the only thing in there I'd trust and there might be a Corona or two hidden away in the vegetable bin. Matter fact," she adds as she pokes her head over the railing, "There might be some Absolut left from New Year's." She continues on her trek upstairs to her bedroom, already peeling off her black ballet flats.
Feb  5 00:53:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Mmmm! A man of religion! How sweet the meat of the forgiven!", the voice pipes up, a bit more excited at the sound of the utterance, even sounding sexually so, for this voice can belie no other sort of imagery, "..It is a shame to see you hurt, though. You could be putting that arm to so.. so.. much better use..". As the disembodied voice finishes off with this last sentence, the plaster of the cast begins to crack, fracture, and start falling off in chunks which make a mess all over your lap and the bed.
Feb  5 00:56:32 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Sure. Thanks..", Adrien calls up, with his head still stuck in the fridge. He lifts the top of the pizza box, but only for a second before closing it in horror again. He pulls open the crisper drawer, but doesn't have to dig through vegetables, thankfully, to get two Coronas out. Shutting the door with his foot, he makes short work of the bottlecaps, using the counter as a fortunate pry-spot.
Feb  5 00:58:56 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Fuck!" the big man yelps with sincere fright in his voice.  He jerks his broken arm off his lap and lets it dangle over the edge of the bed.  With his good hand he seweeps the covers off his recumbant form and begins struggling to follow his arm off the bed, "What the FUCK is going on!?!" he says in rising voice.
Feb  5 01:02:20 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A beautiful laughter of smooth dark chocolate and heavenly silk spreads through the air, as enchanting as anything could ever be, and mesmerizing to hear, even despite the fright that might onset from being spoken to by nothing. As the sounds of the light, teasing laughter sweep over you, it becomes much easier to use your broken arm, almost as if it were healing. When you've vacated, a light dimple appears in the bed, as if someone had sat down there, "..Oh come now, Patrick. You're not afraid of..little ole' me, are you?".
Feb  5 01:03:58 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Digging through her piles of clothes, Ella finally manages to find something more comfortable to wear other than what she's been wearing since she met up with Adrien at the hospital. She pulls out a black pair of thin sweatpants with the waist rolled down to her hips and a grey cropped wifebeater, the stuff she usually reserves for practicing yoga. Leaning over her comp, she goes to quickly check her email, wondering if she's missed anything of note while she's been out. "Find anything edible down there?" she shouts, not looking away from her screen just yet.
Feb  5 01:06:00 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Not really. Not down there, at least..", Adrien admits, standing in the doorway to the bedroom now, for which there was no need to shout to. Not admitting how long he'd been standing there, he's leaned against the frame with two cold beers, each open and in a hand, where he waits, "..I did find something to drink, though. So at least the venture wasn't a total waist of brain cells..".
Feb  5 01:13:25 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The spot on the bed that is next to where the 'person' is sitting dimples several times, as if someone were patting it, "..Come and sit with me, Patty. You have nothing to fear from me. After all, I am here to /serve/ you..". The voice and the motions stop all at once, giving the room a deadened sort of silence, before she purrs again, "..And you'll need served. With that foot. In any. way. you. please..".
Feb  5 01:15:24 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I think that I like your current level of attention. It allows for more risque nudity..", Adrien admits, relinquishing the beer to the woman, and tipping his own up so as to sip at some of that sweet, golden liquid that he's come to love so much. He doesn't speak much past that, but he does watch over her shoulder, taking in all that he can from whatever it is that she's doing on the computer. Perhaps it's just his natural penchant for detective-work coming into the fore.
Feb  5 01:20:32 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The lack of pain from his arm finally seems to penetrate his consciousness and Patrick looks down at his arm, his eyes finally ceasing their constant darting movements.  Slowly he turns his arm over, making a gentle fist as he does so.  For long moments, he stands stock still moving nothing but his recently broken arm as a slow smile crosses his face.  Fianlly taking note of what you've said, he looks back up 'at' you, or at least toward where he supposes you sit.  With slow hesitant steps the large man moves away from the wall and back towards the bed, as though acting against his better judgement.  "Oh Christ," he whispers as he rounds the hospital bed and sits as directed.
Feb  5 01:21:32 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Keeping ahold of the Corona in one hand, Ella uses the other to scroll through her inbox with a rather bored expression. "Same old, same old," she mutters, "And oh how I just love it when they spam my inbox with ads to increase my penis size. I mean -really-. I'm not the Chyna Doll." As she finally turns away from the device, a wholly innocent smile comes to her generous lips. "Is the risque nudity all you're after? That's easy enough to oblige, but I think it'd be more fun to make it a challenge for you so I'll try to be more diligent."
Feb  5 01:23:22 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "...Mmmhmhmhmhm...", the voice comes, as teasing as pleasant as ever in a sort of closed-mouth laughter, "..No Christ here. But I don't bite, handsome..", 'she' speaks, seeming to hold a certain touch of amusement to her perfect voice, "..Well, unless you want me to, Patty. I am at your beck and call, for what that is worth...".
Feb  5 01:25:43 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..The risque nudity is just half of it..", Adrien admits, having another sip from his beer as he watches the woman do what she has to do. After a few seconds, he adds in as almost an afterthought, "..the sex is the other half. When you get to be me, it comes rarely enough that it's always a treat..".
Feb  5 01:34:07 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Hey. You're a lonely woman. I'm a lonely man. You're annoying, and I'm an asshole. There's nothing wrong with that. At least we are who we are, eh? I just happen to have the better toys is all..", Adrien explains, taking another sip from his golden bottle of Corona, before pushing from the frame of the door and allowing himself a few steps inside of the bedroom, and closer to the woman that is leaning against the desk.
Feb  5 01:38:41 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..I just want to be here for you, Patrick. I just want...a bit of freedom, like we all do. Ironically, I have to get mine through servitude..", the voice explains, pouting again in it's tone. Your finger would encounter nothing sitting in the spot where it is poked, invisible or otherwise, despite what the dimple in the bed might portray, "..Who am I? If you must brand me with a name, you could call me Sonnielion..".
Feb  5 01:39:03 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Better toys?" Ella repeats with a soft bit of laughter. "You do not have the better toys. Okay, sure, you have a gun that could stop a rampaging rabid rhino dead, but that doesn't mean you have the better toys, does it?" As he gets nearer, she finds herself dropping her gaze, then letting it wander slowly back up to his face.
Feb  5 01:41:22 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I think that is does mean that. If not, then it at least means that I'm going to win the arguement, better playthings or not..", Adrien admits, stepping up closer, and bringing himself to bear just inches from where Ella is leaned against the desk, "..After all, who's going to argue with the man that has the giant motherfucking handcannon..?". With the warmth of the night having seeped into the house, the thin man drapes out his hand, pressing the cold of his chilled beer against the woman's cheek.
Feb  5 01:45:49 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Thats it," the big man states, "I've lost it finally.  Off the deep end, a couple beers short of a six pack, gone around the bend.  Absofuckinglutely bat shit nuts."  He sounds suprisingly close to happy at this pronunciation.  He slides a bit further back onto the bed, and flops back into it (unconsciously or not) leaving space for you to sit.  "Thats a bit of a mouthful," he says cheerily as he sticks his left hand under his head, "How about I call you Sonny?"
Feb  5 01:49:31 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There is a pronounced silence for all of two or three minutes, before the voice picks up again, "..You may call me whatever you wish, Patrick..", before lapsing back into that silvered lack of sound once more. This time though, it lasts for just seconds before the voice launches into a gentle bout of musing, still wielding it's exotic, often-playful voice, "..Being crazy isn't a burden. It's a freedom. You no longer have to live up to the social expectations of those around you, and people, with or without knowing so, tend to leave you alone..".
Feb  5 01:52:38 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..You don't seem to argue that much when I ask you to take clothing off..", Adrien murmurs, taking a last sip from his beer before setting it down on the desk, next to Ella's. His dark sights, more alluring when looked into from close up, but in a dangerous sort of manner, flicker up and down the length of the woman and her casual clothing, before sliding back up to look into her face.
Feb  5 01:58:38 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A crooked smile pulls at Ella's lips as she stares unwavering into those dark sights, her own greyish blue eyes registering a warm glint. "Why would I argue against something I agree with? I might like to argue, but not just for the sake of arguing about something. Believe me, if I didn't feel like taking my clothes off, you'd be the first to know about it," she nearly purrs as her arm tenses around him, bringing her just close enough to brush the front of her body against his.
Feb  5 01:59:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..Mmhm. See? There is a silver lining..", the voice purrs. The dimple on the bed seems to lift, as if the entity has removed herself from that spot. Slipping into silence for a moment, the bandages begin to unwrap themselves from around your foot, like someone pulling them off, "..We need to get you out of this place. It's not becoming for such a strong warrior..".
Feb  5 02:01:23 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..Well, do you..?", Adrien asks, leaving the question quite open-ended and ominous as it dangles upon the warm air of the bedroom. His hand, already, has moved down so that his fingers can begin a slow work of dancing around the buckle of his belt, loosening the latch there and slipping the strip of leather off from around his waist.
Feb  5 02:09:03 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The bandages continue to remove themselves from Patrick's foot, each section getting flung to the ground with a lack of regard for the trashcan. When finally his foot is bared to the world once more, the velvet allure of the voice purrs out, "..You, my love..", before going silent again. There's a noticeable lack of pain in the foot. No scars, no holes, and not even a sign that just days before, a bullet that costs 1.75 per had slammed into the appendage.
Feb  5 02:11:36 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..I'm an asshole. What can I say..?", Adrien admits, accepting the touch of the woman as her arms are brought to rest against his backside. His own hands, ever the devil's advocates in all that they do, both slip down to tease at the waistband of the sweatpants, before pushing them from around the hips of the woman and causing them to pool around her ankles upon the hardwood floor.
Feb  5 02:18:31 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Take a number," Patrick says with a snicker.  He turns his attention to his foot, wiggling it and the toes attatched with a look of glee.  After a few moments of experimentation he slips his legs off the edge of the bed and hops to the floor.  He takes a few ginger steps, as though expecting a return of the pain.  "Well, looks like you're as good as your word."  The big man reaches behind his back and unknots the ties of his robe, slipping it off and neatly folding it before placing it on the bed.  "Now, for my clothes,' the naked man says.
Feb  5 02:20:13 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There's no response. Nothing. Just you, talking to yourself. The foot and the arm are healed, though.
Feb  5 02:23:44 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: With a shrug, the man calls out softly, "You skip off Sonny?"  Without waiting for an answer, he starts opening all the doors of the cabinets, looking for his clothing.  He does take a few minutes to clean up the mess caused by the removal of his bandages and cast, taking all the detrius and tossing it into the trash.  He even makes the bed, after lowering the head to it's usual position.
Feb  5 02:30:24 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: The sound of a zipper is heard, as Adrien slips out of his slacks and kicks them off to the side of the room, "..Good. Then I'll get to break you in again..", he whispers, pressing his chest up against her backside, and biting at her shoulder. His arousal at the sight of the woman's naked frame is easy enough to feel with him so close and up against her. Waiting for her to speak though, he takes the first chance to loop the material of his black tie around her head and into her mouth, using it as a makeshift sort of thin gag.
Feb  5 02:30:37 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: There's still no answer.
Feb  5 02:31:08 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Once having found his clothing, minus his shoes, Patrick pads out of the room wearing a pair of hospital slippers.
Feb  5 02:31:54 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Patrick
Feb  5 02:36:10 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A faint whimper crawls through Ella's through as she feels his teeth on her and his body so undeniably close, her fingers curling into claws against the woodgrain of her desk. She does indeed open her mouth to offer an impassioned retort, though before even a single syllable can be uttered she can taste the smooth material cutting off her speech. The taste of smoke, sweat, and everything that is -him- is cloying to her senses, causing her to gasp for breath and struggle minutely below him.
Feb  5 02:39:38 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Using his grip upon the makeshift gag as a bit of leverage, Adrien Cross pulls back on Ella for a moment, long enough to press a kiss to the side of her cheek, and long enough to give her a better feel of his arousal against her asscheeks, before pushing her forward and bending her over the polished wood of the bedroom desk. His foot kicks her ankle out a bit wider, roughly spreading her legs and forcing her into a very submissive position.
Feb  5 16:06:22 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Striding up to Elijah with quick and determined steps, the arm looped around Devon's waist shifts, rising upwards towards the other man. Hand reaching out, the youth grabs the waiter's chin in an obviously firm grip, forcing eye contact. "You say that you're trash. That you're not worth my effort. Is it your goal to prove this? To make me want to throw you out? I should dispose of you with the rest of the garbage Elijah. Perhaps you should have stayed in that alley and saved me the trouble." Tugging even harder on his companion's chin, the willowy form can now look down upon him, the disgust still obvious in his eyes, radiating about his being. "You've broken my trust in you. You've taken my affection and thrown it back into my face."  With one swift and easy sweeping kick, Elijah's legs are knocked away from under him, leaving him at Devon's feet.
Feb  5 16:11:37 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Before Elijah hits the ground, both hands shoot out to break his fall. His palms scrape against the corner of the sidewalk, and he falls on his side halfway into the gutter. His ribs hit the ground with a sickening thump, eyes shadowed by hanging strands of hair. He seems surprised, though there's an instant air of surrender in his expression. The adrenaline from the fall, and the vomiting, seems to have kicked him back into a sober state of mind, though he nearly falls over once he's on his feet again. Without speaking he takes a deep breath, his torso straightening up as the air fills his lungs. His green-silver eyes meet Devon's, his skin pale and clammy.
Feb  5 16:14:22 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Her worn sneakers slapping softly on the concrete, Althea sprints to the alley where Devon and Elijah are fighting. She arrives in time to see Elijah fall; taking a position behind and to the right of Devon, she covers her open mouth with both pale hands. In the half-light, the polish on her fingernails looks like bruises. Her eyes shine with tears.
Feb  5 16:14:46 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DMoving through the gritty, boisterous crowd is a well-dressed man, though his suit is covered mostly by a black trenchcoat swaying about his form. Shadows slide over his skin and face as he moves through the crowd, watching each person he passes with a dark, predatory gaze, his features entirely cold and set.@W
Feb  5 16:26:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Looking at Elijah with a certain air of contemp about his willowy frame, Devon calmly states to the other man, "If I wanted you to stand, I would have left you standing." Eyes stare unblinking into his companion's gaze, the mixture of disappointment and disgust having vanished, leaving behind a cold and calculating glare, glinting with danger and darkness. Full lips curl slightly into the shadow of a sneer, an irritated huff of air flows through flared nostrils. "Get back down before I break both of your legs. If you try to stand again, I will remove them altogether." Devon's tone continues to flow smoothly, though velvet has been replaced by ice and venom turned audible.
Feb  5 16:43:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Elijah, what gives your life meaning?" Head tilting to the side slightly, Devon's arms continue to hang idly by his sides, long fingers uncurling from fists and beginning to flex and arch through the air. One short step forward is taken, the youthful figure's neck stretching so that he can look down even further on the ward at his feet. "I myself remember the answer, but you seem to have forgotten it." Gaze never shifting or changing, cerulean eyes continue to watch the man's every move with a calculating stare, cold but far from indifferent. 
Feb  5 16:52:05 :: (GC) Althea rposed: The tears that stream from Althea's eyes are now due to pity, not fear. She wishes that Johnny could be there, but realizes that she needs to stand alone. She steels herself and continues to weep silently for Elijah, for herself. She puts her silver crucifix in her mouth, almost like a pacifier, and takes another small step toward the feuding couple.
Feb  5 16:56:46 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding in a somber, solmn manner, Devon once more speaks, tone never warming or faultering as the words spill with fluid ease over his lips. "Who cared for you when everyone else tossed you aside? When you had nothing left in life but a dead-end job and a bottle of alcohol?" Waist bending slightly, Devon's slight form can now cast a slight shadow over Elijah, golden curls framing his angelic face which now has a sense of dangerous darkness ghosting over it. Arms rising from his sides, they move inward so that wide palms can brace a slender torso by pressing against denim-clad thighs.
Feb  5 17:18:48 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Leaning over further, one of Devon's hands is removed from his thigh, stretching out so that nimble fingers can grasp the waiter's chain once more. At first, his thumb carefully strokes the other man's skin in an almost tender way. However, the grip quickly tightens, obvious pressure being applied as short nails both dig into the skin and pull at it firmly. "Who took a shotgun blast for you?" The words are asked in a rather innocent tone, adding to the poignancy of the question. Yanking his companion's head forward slightly, the youthful figure turns so that his lips almost brush the other's ear. "Who did you confess to love?" Once more, the already emotional words come forth with a child-like timbre, making them heartwrenching.
Feb  5 17:32:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A flash of pink can be seen as Elijah's back suddenly arches forward, his head bowing down even further. His eyes are screwed tightly shut, his face turning even more pale as his left hand shoots out in a fist, simply held in the air. His other hand raises the lighter towards the curled fist, flicking the flame into being directly into his knuckles. His fist is held out directly in front of his chest, elbows angled outward as the flame eats at the skin of his left hand. "/Please stop./" He lets out through gritted teeth, his body beginning to shake violently, his face turned towards the ground and his fist.
Feb  5 17:36:54 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea's eyes widen as she takes another few steps forward. She attempts to stay stoic, keep her eyes dead, but cannot. "Elijah!" she gasps, wanting to help him but knowing that the situation is none of her business. She bites her lip savagely, almost drawing blood, to try to restrain herself.
Feb  5 17:51:35 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Flinching slightly as the lighter ignites, Devon moves to stand upright once more, but pauses in the middle of the motion, obviously resisting the urge. "Elijah, put the lighter down.", is asked in a calm, even manner. "Please.", is added as an obvious afterthought. "That has the potential to harm me more than you." The words come out fairly rational, the youthful figure obviously not disturbed to see his ward intentionally burning himself. The other hand moving off of his thigh, the willowy figure crouches down fully, though care is taken to ensure that nothing but the soles of his shoes actually make contact with the ground. Drawing a deep, though unneeded, breath, his voice softens slightly, "Tell me why Elijah. Why would you throw my affections away like that?"
Feb  5 18:08:51 :: (GC) Althea rposed: The tone of Elijah's voice cuts through Althea like a knife. She sinks to the ground, backing herself against a wall for stability. She begins to bite her nails, flakes of polish falling to the ground. She keeps trying to shut her emotions off, but cannot.
Feb  5 18:20:55 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slowly as Elijah speaks, Devon lifts one arm from it's place perched on his knee. Hand moving to cup the other man's cheek, he says softly, "Is a drink more important than knowledge? Companionship? Love?" One tawny brow raises as the last word is stated, eyes watching carefully to gauge the reaction it draws. "If you had eternity, would you spend all your time feeding from drunks and addicts just to enjoy the feel?" Head shaking slightly in an almost saddened manner, the youth continues, "I wouldn't grant you eternity for that."
Feb  5 18:35:50 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Is it? I don't know, Devon." A fresh tear spouts from his eye at the other man's touch, a shiver actually sent down his spine. "Drinking sucks. I know how you make me feel, and that's it. And I know how alcohol makes me feel. And I've never had love or companionship until now." Elijah continues to shake, though he holds the eye contact as his fingers tap out an endless tune on his thighs. "I've been wanting to shoot up. So fucking badly. I had to tie myself to the bed. I can't stand being away from you. I had to do something to get my mind off of you when you're not around." His fingers clench the material of his slacks, a rough handful of the clothing taken as his teeth grit and another tear wells up in his eye as his confession comes out. "I won't drink anymore. Ever again. I don't want to make you angry. It ruins the time I have with you."
Feb  5 19:02:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Hearing Elijah's words bring a vague sense of knowing to the cerulean gaze. The expression is not so much sympathizing as understanding. Nodding slowly to the other man, Devon stands up once more, one hand outstretched, bidding him to follow. "A promise in words might be truth now, but what about tomorrow? You still haven't pledged to stay away from pot. And what if one night you slip, shoot up?" There's a critical look within the piercing gaze, a distinct sense of distrust floating over the statuesque features. A gentle puff of breath is released by the youth. "Blood is sealing Elijah. Would you sign me an oath in blood?"
Feb  5 19:24:43 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Another sigh, this one holding a hint of frustration that suggests the tail end of Devon's ever-wavering patience. "How strong do you think you are Elijah? We'll break things down one by one. When you think, without being drugged, do you ever feel like you can reach a new level of realization? Your body, without the addiction, dodged a bullet. Think of the other possibilities." Pausing to study the other man, his eyes slowly close, staying like that for several long moments before opening them once more. The studying continues anew. "Try that, in the mirror. Before and after."
Feb  5 19:50:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding from time to time as Elijah speaks, the action neither confirming or denying anything, Devon casually replies, "I can lock you in my bathroom.", as though the suggestion is almost mundane. Head tilting thoughtfully to the side, the willowy form seems to ponder on this idea for a while, finally finishing, "I do need to use the tub though." Head shaking idly as though to clear it, his gaze once more meets that of his companion, the look within his eyes serious now. The vague sense of frustration has returned once more, as well as a hint of the disgust. "Words...no. But as I've said, blood is binding. Normally, one such as yourself would not be inducted in such a way as of yet, but perhaps..." The words are left to hang, all of the youth's hidden emotions wrapped within them.
Feb  5 20:11:49 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming somewhat satisfied by this answer, Devon nods once, rather slowly. The disgust has faded slightly since hearing his companion speak, though there's still some distrust and even disbelieving within his gaze. Expression more stoic than ever, no emotions touch his angelic features, as though nothing more than stone cherub is focusing on the other man. "That's an acceptable attempt. You just might surprise yourself with the power of your own will." Though they are words of encouragement, there's still some disbelief. It's as though the youthful form's statement is as much in encouragement to himself as anyone else. "You're still going to be punished for this.", is added in a quiet, yet stern, voice.
Feb  5 20:27:43 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Punishment isn't just physical. It's not whips and chains and broken bones. It might be enough to train a dog or gentle a horse, but not a creature of higher thinking. Wounds heal and scars fade too quickly in this case." Taking a swift step back from the other man, Devon's fangs descend, glinting in the faint light within the alley. "When I feed from you it's known as The Kiss. The rapture you feel during it will be denied from you until you have proven yourself once again." Raising one arm from his side, Devon bends it at the elbow so that it can be brought to his lips. Fangs scraping lightly against his porcelain skin, a faint trail of vitae blooms. "You will be denied my blood as well. I will not use it to ease your withdrawal." Tongue darting out from between his full lips, Devon languidly licks the wound closed before retracting his fangs once more and allowing the limb to fall back to his side.
Feb  5 20:46:02 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As candid as ever, Devon simply replies, "No. It will be hard, and it will be painful. You are addicted to me. But if you want to prove your worth once again, you will do this." Eyes flicked towards the burn on Elijah's hand with vague interest, he adds, "And don't heal that. Let it also be a reminder." Nodding once, he turns his back to his ward and begins to walk out of the alley, strides precise and purposeful in their motion. No signal is given for Elijah to either remain in place or follow, now placing the situation into the young man's hands.
Feb  5 20:54:44 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Good evening, dear."  He stepped forward, the shined black shoes flashing in the light, almost comparing to his smile.  "And how does the night treat you tonight?  Well I can only hope?"
Feb  5 20:59:41 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Well enough. And yourself?" Glancing down at her emerald hued silk blouse, she plucked at a bit of fluff that had drifted down to settle on her top. That done, slender hands slid down her sides to smooth the long black skirt around her hips.
Feb  5 21:02:38 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still walking, head and eyes facing directly in front of him, Devon replies quietly, "You'll work because you have to. You'll work because your will is strong enough to propel you through the waking hours." Strides slowing slightly from their almost brisk pace, the youthful form continues, "You'll live because I will you to. Because I would like to see you alive." Beginning to weave through the writhing mass of humanity in his usual easy manner, the willowy form finally announces, "And you won't go home. You'll reside with me throughout the duration of this. You will read and study. You will see me hunt, feed and kill. You will act as my liaison to daylight."
Feb  5 21:02:48 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I get along well enough, yes.  Work work work, as I'm sure you know my dear.  Tell me,"  his eyes focused in on the woman as he swept a hand towards the couches of the lobby, settling down in one himself, a slim leg crossing over the other, "what is your opinion on the defunction of our Warlord?"
Feb  5 21:09:03 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The still face broke as a slender smirk crossed along his left cheek and he nodded leaning back and removing the blues hat on his head, the head shaved bald and clean.  "Yes, I expected him to say a bit more, but he seemed to be.....struck with some sort of...divine will.  Interesting how things can change like that suddenly, no?"  A soft rolling chuckle flooded the room as he kept his eyes on the young woman.  "So what do you think the next step will be?"
Feb  5 21:10:53 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Okay." He replies, clearly getting all the answer he needs. Elijah continues to walk alongside Devon, though his walk is far less graceful than the other man's, and his own pace is delayed as he occasionally bumps into another person during his goal to keep up with Devon. He suddenly stops, closing his eyes as his hands shoot up to fix his tie, and jacket, before he leans down to wipe any dirt from his slacks. With a last touch he smoothes out his hair, combing his fingers through the messy strands, before strolling to catch up with Devon again. "I can sleep over tonight?" He asks, an eyebrow raised curiously on his forehead.
Feb  5 21:12:23 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: As had been the trend with each of their former meetings, the woman refused to look at the man. Glancing down at her nails, she took a page out of Kenneth's book instead and studied her hand to assure their well-groomed state. "Logically it would be the replacement of the man and the forward motion of previous plans. Failing that, we can all go to a charming little spot, have a drink and watch the world burn."
Feb  5 21:17:36 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: That same deep chuckle crawled out of the man as he nodded.  "Well, I'm not a fan of watching the world burn but a drink sounds nice, no?  Would you care to join me for one?  Or are you going to have to make a call to your manicurist."  He chuckled adjusting the maroon tie around his neck before rubbing the thin jawline beard.
Feb  5 21:21:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Since your fresh start is beginning tonight, you'll be sleeping over every night." There's a hint of amusement in Devon's tone, though it's dark, wry humor at best. "You should go home and get anything you need for the stay. I'll come with you if you want." Continuing his maneuvering through the strip, he glances at the other man from out of the corner of an eye. "I don't usually have guests, but I think this is an exception."
Feb  5 21:24:21 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Well, we could either go off to the bar and feign intrest in juohnny walker blue and mojito's or we could go on a bit of walk in the oh so wonderful Los Angeles air." He smiled at the last part, before slowly getting up and placing the blues hat on the head so that the tup floating just above his eyebrows.  A perfectly manicured and pristine hand was offered to the young woman with a warm smile.  "So then, which would you prefer?"
Feb  5 21:30:35 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Oh do you?  Good then, let us take a walk and see what surprise may find us this evening."  He began a slow walk out of the hotel and into the streets of LA.
Feb  5 21:31:41 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "So , do tell me, dear, what is it that you do?"  He asked as he walked along with her, eyes scanning the crowd both in curiosity and in that animal instinct that clung to them all.
Feb  5 21:33:01 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "You would have to be a touch more specific." She replied as her own gaze studied the people they passed. Some were given careful assessment, others were discarded after only a glance. If she had any method, it was not easily discernable.
Feb  5 21:36:42 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Well, outside of your work for our wonderful sect, what do you do on the outside.  Out here in the realm of possibility."  A hand presented the landscape to her slowly as if unveiling some amsterpiece of art for the first time.
Feb  5 21:38:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I dabble in a variety of fields. Security, primarily. Though, with certain recent happenings I have been considering going into real estate."A light frown tugged at the corners of her lips as she said that but as before, the expression was quickly subsumed into a pleasant expression.
Feb  5 21:39:03 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Offering only a nod to his companion as they walk, Devon continues to stare straight ahead, eyes scanning the city with an almost blase gaze. Upon entering the apartment, he stands still in the center of the room, glancing around with a certain air of familiarity. Slowly walking towards the doorway of the next room, he calls in softly, "Don't say it. Show it." Despite the encouragement within the meaning of the words themselves, they come out in a detached tone, seeming more robotic than comforting. Both arms have wrapped about his slender torso throughout the walk, one looped about his waist and the other crossed over his chest, fingers rubbing lightly along his collarbone. Another step is taken towards the threshold between the rooms, but yet he doesn't breech it.
Feb  5 21:41:37 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Ah, I see.  Yes, I suppose that makes sense, no?  Though even real estate at the moment is a bit....touchy.  Each place rises and falls, tides to the moon that is the population."  His blue eyes turned to look the woman up and down once or twice before they fell back to the crowd, a clever, almost frighteningly so, smile on his face as always.
Feb  5 21:49:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Sounds of rustling clothing can be heard from inside the bedroom as Elijah sits in front of the closet, oddly enough taking the time to neatly fold each article of clothing and fit them into twin pairs of suitcases. "Is there any food at your place? I don't really have anything here, but if I stop drinking I'm going to realize I get hungry, sometimes." His voice drifts out in a solemn told, holding no signs of amusement or humor. "Thanks for paying for my ticket. And thanks for standing up for me. And thanks for letting me stay over. And thanks for caring." He says, emerging from the bedroom with a long coat on over his jacket, perhaps something he couldn't fit into his suit case. "Let's go." He says, turning to face the door while standing at Devon's side.
Feb  5 21:52:42 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Oh, undoubtedly.  Just a bit of warning to be careful where one invests.  The
Feb  5 21:54:56 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Oh, undoubedly.  Just a bit of warning ot be careful where one invests.  The dollar is shaky and as muc has we would like to ignore it, the modern world /is/ burning down around us. So we should just garner ourselve sa nice drink, no?  Do you have a preferred place, ...or type yourself?"  He aked, his tride still powerful and direct, as his personality seemed to be.
Feb  5 21:56:28 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "The mini-fridge isn't even plugged in. It came with my apartment.", is offered in reply to the first question. "You can plug it in and buy food if you'd like." Eyes studying the man's movements as he packs, Devon falls silent, face still unreadable and without a ghost of emotion. "You're welcome. For all of it." The words are spoken at a barely audible level, more whispered than spoken aloud. Upon seeing that his companion is ready to leave once more, the youthful figure nods once, following the other man before easily catching up to him, and walking by his side, matching his steps.
Feb  5 22:12:02 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Donovan's piercing blue beads turned around the street quickly, taking in his sorroundings as he kneeled down to press a hand to the woman's back and taking her hand in the other, his voice smooth and controlled as always.  "My dear Leannan....are you alright?"
Feb  5 22:15:06 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Watching the other man's actions in silence, Devon makes no move to pick up the picture frame, nor does he ask anything about it. From out of the corner of his eye, he glances at the item in a vaguely questioning manner as he follows Elijah out the door. Eyes turning straight ahead once more, as the pair exit the apartment, no looks or words are give to his companion, though be this good or bad, he doesn't make known. The shady neighborhood seems to bring an air of caution about his willowy form, suspicion creeping into his eyes as they move through the streets.
Feb  5 22:20:42 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As they step onto the street, Elijah loses all the previous emotion he had shown, a change coming over his whitened features. The coat sways about his body, the suitcases entirely still despite their obvious weight and strain on the man's thin arms. He simply walks alongside Devon, staring at the sidewalk in front of him without any regard for the world around him.
Feb  5 22:23:04 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "So then , how about we visit Gabirel's restaurant.  I'm sure we can find some fresh high grade meat there."  He nodded and allowed her to lead the way this time
Feb  5 22:25:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Hmm..alright." The reply was simple and accompanied by a nod as the woman extended an arm to indicate that they needed to go further west along the Boulevard. "This way."
Feb  5 22:26:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As they round a corner, Devon sees that Elijah's arms are being pull at by the twin cases he carries. In a soft, even tone, he offers, "I can carry one for you.". The arm about his waist gestures to the case closest to his willowy form. Still, he doesn't look directly at the other man, only offering a fleeting glance at best. Arm unwrapping from about his torso, it falls to his side, reaching out slightly to take the item from his ward before receiving an answer. Hand seeking to grasp the handle, skin brushes against skin, warmth touching coolness.
Feb  5 22:31:57 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "This /is/ a lovely little place he has establish here.  And we might just be lucky enough to find ourselves something delicious.  Though admittedly, my dear, for my eyes, I do not think I could do better this evening."  He grinned and ushered the woman into the bar with him, making his way into a corner booth to keep an eye on the bar--
Feb  5 22:37:59 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Perhaps a bit.  Really, just a habit, not that it isn't true my dear.  But, in my business, flattery gets you everywhere."  He chuckled as he casually observed the place still, one leg crossing beneath the table and he leaned towards the woman.  "Say, that one is rather handsome."
Feb  5 22:41:19 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Would that satisfy your tastes as well?" She queried as she tilted her head just slightly to assess the indication morsel. "Mm...yes, that one looks fine." Turning back to her companion, the crimson-haired female offered the man a light smile as she awaited his response.
Feb  5 22:45:49 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Well, I already had my particular taste this evening, but a bit of overindulgence isn't always bad, if it's just a sip, and shared with you would be but an honor."  His own pretty smile curled up in response to hers nodding.  
Feb  5 22:53:03 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Or perhaps the position is reversed and it is I whom am spending this wonderful evening with the woman of the night."  --he chuckled--  "Which would of course leave me to follow in your stead, and though my tongue is honeyed and sweet, it lacks that subtle smell of roses and lilacs that seems to just ooze off your voice."  He finally let his eyes lock with that of the young blonde man dressed in a clean cut navy suit.  He gave a gentle wave and smirk, his unending charm spreading over to him.
Feb  5 22:59:11 :: (GC) Carl votes for Patrick
Feb  5 23:05:30 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Oh?  Well, I suppose that is one good step.  If only my wife so long ago agreed with you, no?"  A powerful grin showed itself to the women, most likely genuine in nature.  "And though charm is good my dear, it will only get me what I want.  There is far less it will let me accomplish on it's own.  Action and decisiveness are paramount.  But I am a musician so....I do lack occasioanlyl in those two."  He chuckled once more and finally waved the blonde over towards their table
Feb  5 23:08:03 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Not really," comes the big mans answer.  Otherwise he doesn't seem to pay the slightest bit of attention to you in word or gesture.  Instead he seems to be toying with something small in his pants pocket while applying himself to both his cigarette and beer.
Feb  5 23:16:05 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "No," Patrick replies.  "Go find someone your own size."  The big man tosses back the rest of his beer and slowly gestures to the bartender for a refill.  "And I'm not a fucking man of God either."  He takes a hearty drag from his cigarette, blowing it out in a thin stream between pursed lips, before snubbing it out.
Feb  5 23:16:28 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "So very true," She conceded as she turned to watch the blonde. Once more her hand would lift though this time it was to brush her fingertips against her temples for a moment. Long lashes descended to veil emerald orbs and the woman remained in the pose for several short moments before blinking and once more focusing on the third party.
Feb  5 23:17:50 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Are you alright dear?"
Feb  5 23:22:46 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The deep voice said with a hint of worry, though of distraction to the pretty youth as well
Feb  5 23:29:09 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The man smiled serenly and stood himself, bowing with a lift of his hat to the lady, letting his peircing blue eyes land on her own before standing up and letting her go towards the exit  "But of course.  A raincheck it is.  Here, take my card and we'll get in contact dear."  A flick of the wrist and a card was presented before he watched the woman walk away.
Feb  5 23:30:40 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Do take care of yourself, Mr. Strohm." She said in parting. The card was taken, surveyed and then slipped into a small clutch purse. Tossing a wink at the blonde who would have been a meal, the woman headed off.
Feb  5 23:53:07 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  6 00:13:01 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Having just left the glitzy hustle and bustled of the Santa Monica strip, the straying paparazzi veers down a different road to take advantage of her curiosity. Eyeing her surroundings with a wary eye, she shoves her camera back into her messenger bag, though she doesn't remove her hand from it. Her red converse sneakers make barely any noise on the sidewalk as she gives a wide berth to any dark alleyways or suspicious folks loitering in this part of town. 
Feb  6 00:18:21 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Wandering the streets with no obvious goal, a willowy figure can be seen dodging in and out of the dim light created by the lamps still containing bulbs. Cerulean gaze scanning the area with a keen and practiced eye, there's a hint of caution in the youthful figure's already stoic posture. Long strides move at a slow, almost ambling gate and both of the youth's lithe arms are wrapped about an androgynous torso, one limb looped around a trim waist with the other rests over a slender chest, long fingers gently stroking the porcelain skin covering a prominent collarbone. Golden curls fall about the angelic face, casting ringlet shadows over finely-drawn features.
Feb  6 00:22:53 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Instead of keeping her eyes ahead of her, the diminutive photographer tips her head back and begins scanning the eaves and rooftops of the buildings adjacent to her path. Her eyes narrow as she struggles to pick out any details in such poor light, shaking her head with apparent disappointment. It's when she's lowering her head that she spots something on the street that isn't quite meshing with the surroundings. Grey eyes zero in on the androgynous individual, her head canting to one side as a faint smile curls her lips. She lifts one hand in a vague wave and shouts, "Hey!"
Feb  6 00:29:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming both surprised and unsure upon being recognized, the youthful figure's gaze scans the area once more, an almost neurotic look ghosting over the angelic face. Recognition faintly sparking within the youth's eyes, a polite nod is offered to the petite photographer in silent greeting. Long fingers now pressing slightly harder against the skin over the collarbone, their motion continues. A slight air of pondering seems to surround the willowy figure before several casual strides are taken over towards the woman, not quite closing the distance, but coming close in a short amount of time.
Feb  6 00:35:47 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Much more at ease in her olive cargos than she was when fleeing the strip club in a pleated skirt, Ella greets the young person with a bright smile that somehow doesn't entirely reach the depths of her eyes. She marches towards the lovely being, her stride full of relaxed confidence for the most part. "So hey I remember see you at the boobie bar and it looked like you wanted to say something to me..? I was in kind of a hurry and stuff.. engagements to keep that I nearly forgot to keep that could have ended tragically," she rambles on in explanation, rolling her eyes at the end for effect.
Feb  6 00:42:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the photographer speaks, the youthful figure nods a few times in seeming sympathy, though no emotion really touches the androgynous form's face. There is, however, a sense of understanding within the brilliant gaze now focused on the petite figure. rosy-pink lips part as though to say something, then close as though thinking better of it. Head tilting to the side slightly, the youth finally offers, "It's alright." The words come out in a quiet voice, just audible over the noise drifting from the strip. Tone soft, verging on gentle, the timber is as androgynous as the figure speaking, though there is a vague hint of velvety smoothness.
Feb  6 00:48:13 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Bobbing her head a few times as if trying to encourage more of an answer, Ella manages to keep ahold of her silence just long enough to realize that perhaps there is nothing more. "Ah," she begins, rocking back on her heels, "Well then. Do you mind if I ask you something? It might seem kind of weird, but it would have a seriously good effect on my career if I could find this one certain person. I don't go to many of those clubs, least not the inside, they tend to frown upon letting the paps inside the henhouse. But! If you do, would you maybe remember seeing a really busty chick with white hair and stars in her eyes?"
Feb  6 00:57:08 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Brows knitting together slightly, though not enough to furrow greatly, the youth seems to be pondering the question with serious thought. However, after a few moments the expression gradually fades, head shaking in a negative manner. "No, sorry." One broad shoulder shrugs slightly in a somewhat helpless manner. Through the lightweight material of the loose shirt, the thinness of the limb is clearly visible. After another moment of pondering, the willowy forms offers, "I could look for you...", the words hanging idly in the air. Eyes remain focused on the woman, awaiting her response.
Feb  6 01:01:52 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An appreciative smile stretches across Ella's face as a quizzical gleam flickers in her vivid eyes. "I wouldn't mind the help. One shot of her could pay my rent for the next few months, but it's up to you. I don't want to put you out or anything or take up your time with this little endeavor of mine. I hear she might have some mean bodyguards, too. Or maybe I misunderstood and I was being told that she was just plain ole mean. That wouldn't surprise me much," this last part she mutters under her breath before shaking her head. "Classy broad like that would probably stick close to other strip joints or cabarets or maybe even a few of the more risque, though fully clothed, clubs."
Feb  6 01:10:08 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming to pale slightly at the mention of strip clubs, the youthful form nods slightly, eyes seeming rather unsure. Weight shifting from heel to toe and back again in a gentle rocking motion, the fingers rubbing deftly at the pronounced collarbone continue to add slight pressure, causing a faint hint of red to appear again the porcelain complexion. Throat clearing softly, the youth finally says, "Do you have names..? For the clubs, that is." Pausing for a moment, the question of, "Would one of them be Hades?", is posed next.
Feb  6 01:14:33 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Unaccustomed to this level of inactivity, and always finding it so much easier to think while moving, Ella clasps both hands behind her back and begins to pace in a small circuit. "Hades is one I haven't tried yet. I've been to the Gulag, Crank, the place she was formerly employed," she pauses to cast a glance at her companion along with a wicked grin, "That's where I saw you last. I've scouted out a dozen other places here and there around this part of the city and still nada. Though I don't think Hades was one."
Feb  6 01:24:00 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I didn't WANT to go into that club.", is stated almost before the petite woman has finished talking. The words sound somewhat defensive, though the tone is still rather soft even if it's developed an edge. A soft breath is drawn from between barely-parted lips, eyelids lowering in an almost coy manner, long lashes casting spidery shadows over pale and rounded cheeks. "Clubbing is more of a hobby than a lifestyle for me.", is explained. Sudden realization seems to strike the youthful form, though whatever the thought is causes an air of discomfort about the willowy figure. "I've walked past The Empress. Could that be..." The rest of the sentence dies right there, punctuated by a short nail scraping over the already irritated flesh, leaving a blush of red in it's wake.
Feb  6 01:30:33 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A wince causes Ella's nose to crinkle and her brow to furrow slightly, "Yeah, you really looked like you didn't want to be there and there's nothing wrong with that at all. I wanted to be there, but not for the same reasons most of those people were there and hey," she gestures with one hand to the collarbone that seems to be in some bit of distress, "if you keep doing that you could really hurt yourself. Chill, chill, I won't tell anyone else I saw you there if that's what you want." Then, picking up on the previous subject as if she had never dropped it, "You've still probably been inside more of those clubs than me, even as a hobbiest and the Empress and Hades are now on the list of places to check out."
Feb  6 01:34:55 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A wince causes Ella's nose to crinkle and her brow to furrow slightly, "Yeah, you really looked like you didn't want to be there and there's nothing wrong with that at all. I wanted to be there, but not for the same reasons most of those people were there and hey," she gestures with one hand to the collarbone that seems to be in some bit of distress, "if you keep doing that you could really hurt yourself. Chill, chill, I won't tell anyone else I saw you there if that's what you want." Then, picking up on the previous subject as if she had never dropped it, "You've still probably been inside more of those clubs than me, even as a hobbiest and the Empress and Hades are now on the list of places to check out." ((repose))
Feb  6 01:51:25 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A wince causes Ella's nose to crinkle and her brow to furrow slightly, "Yeah, you really looked like you didn't want to be there and there's nothing wrong with that at all. I wanted to be there, but not for the same reasons most of those people were there and hey," she gestures with one hand to the collarbone that seems to be in some bit of distress, "if you keep doing that you could really hurt yourself. Chill, chill, I won't tell anyone else I saw you there if that's what you want." Then, picking up on the previous subject as if she had never dropped it, "You've still probably been inside more of those clubs than me, even as a hobbiest and the Empress and Hades are now on the list of places to check out." ((repose))
Feb  6 02:05:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Looking down at the hand's placement, there's a hint of surprise that the fingers are even moving at all. Blinking once, the youthful form lets out a simple, "Oh. That." Nodding, as though mentally accepting the motion at this very moment, the subject is elaborated with, "It's a bad habit." The repetitive motion stops after a few more seemingly compulsive passes, arm slowly lowering back down against a curving side. "I don't know much about the Empress, other than the fact that I'm pretty sure you need to dress up to see others undress." Despite the slight humor and obvious irony of the words, the youth's voice remains rather serious in its tone. Glancing around in an almost neurotic manner, elegant neck arching and turning with a certain amount of caution. Upon seeing that they're not being watched or followed, the youth leans in slightly closer, voice lowering even more. "I can get you into Hades, past the line." Staying in the position for a few more moments, the willowy figure leans back once more
Feb  6 02:13:42 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Oh, really?" comes Ella's rather interested response, her entire demeanor perking up as she stops pacing for the meantime. "That would help -tremendously-. I could slip in long enough to steal a look around, then slip back out like ninja," she grins widely, an amused glimmer in her eyes and a chuckle just waiting to be released. "Never been inside that one. What's the dress code? Hopefully it's not as hoity-toity as the Empress. Ye, gods! I think the last time I wore formal attire was fucking -homecoming-. I'm sure I could dig something reasonable up though." She taps a finger against her chin thoughtfully, "And if the Empress is a 'gentleman's' club, I know just the reprobate to drag in."
Feb  6 02:26:49 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Hades is goth, punk and industrial. The theme is 'in hell'." There's a certain spark of amusement within the youth's tone as the last part is explained. Calculating gaze now studying the woman in a rather analytical manner, a slight nod is given, though the meaning of this gesture is vague. This is quickly replaced by a somewhat puzzled look at the mention of the word 'homecoming'. The expression ghosts over the youth's features, though never quite settles fully over the angelic visage. However, no question is posed, just as no words of discomfort are expressed when the subject once more turns to the Empress. Rather, the willowy figure rocks from heel to toe a few times, well-polished leather boots creaking with the motion.
Feb  6 02:36:14 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Good, good! I think I have plenty of stuff that could pass as goth, punk, or industrial. Now that I think more about it, Hades sounds like a rather fitting place for this pole-kitten," she murmurs with a peculiar smirk. Waving one hand as if to brush the subject aside, Ella continues, "When do you think would be the best time to try to get me in? It's getting kinda late," she pauses to glance down at a watch on the underside of her wrist, "or early, depending on how you look at the time and I'd need to get dressed, get my smaller camera, all that sort of thing."
Feb  6 02:50:30 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Shrugging in a rather nonchalant manner, the youthful figure replies, "There's no specific time. It's just whenever the sun goes down." Cerulean eyes glance skywards, as though to check the time and enforce the words in a single motion. Gaze once more turning to the girl, he continues, "If tonight is too late, I suppose I could give you my number." The words have a certain discomfort to them, a mixture of reluctance and unfamiliarity. Neither of these prevent the willowy form from bending slightly at the waist, one arm reaching down to allow nimble fingers to unsnap one of the cargo pockets of his jeans.
Feb  6 03:00:23 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A satisfied grin washes over Ella's features as she too reaches in her pocket, pulling out her cell phone and flipping it open. "That would be most excellent!" she exclaims while keeping a close eye on the rather quiet and shy individual. "I'm thinking maybe tomorrow night or the night after would be best? I'll have to see if I need to go shopping for clothes once I root around the piles littering my home," she giggles. "I don't really relish the thought of shopping, but, eh, what can ya do, right?"
Feb  6 03:07:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Fingers visibly fishing around for a moment, the youth soon straightens once more, hand rising from within the pocket at the same time. A small square of white paper is pinched carefully between a thumb and forefinger, a phone number neatly printed on it with the name, 'Devon', spelled out over it. Arm outstretching towards the girl, the paper is offered to her as, "What's your name?", is asked in tandem. The question is posed politely, though there's a certain edge of curiosity to it, a hint of demanding showing with brilliant eyes for a moment before fading.
Feb  6 03:13:08 :: (GC) Devon votes for Ella
Feb  6 03:13:11 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As her small fingers gently accept the gift of the phone number, the paparazzo smiles widely. "I'm Ella, just one of many," she replies with an odd cadence to her voice as she begins to program the phone number into her cell. "Thanks again and I'll be in touch with you sooner than later!" She closes the phone with a click and drops it back into her pocket, with the piece of paper. "I better split though. This isn't the best of neighborhoods," she peers around warily as if to prove her point. "Probably be best to skedaddle on out of here."
Feb  6 03:13:14 :: (GC) Ella votes for Devon
Feb  6 03:22:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding to the girl in a friendly gesture of farewell, the youth calls out, "Good-bye Ella.", the words coming out both awkward and sincere at the same time. In one quick motion, one arm reaches down to snap the cargo pocket shut once more, before rising up with fingers outstretched to rub the reddened skin over the youth's collarbone once more. The touch is feather-light at first, just as before, and seems subconscious. Eyes studying the girl carefully, the youth's gaze remains trained on her with interest, observation keen and practiced.
Feb  6 03:25:48 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Lifting on arm, Ella waves goodbye to the slender form she'd been speaking to, calling back in a cheery voice even as she makes her way back to Santa Monica, "See ya round!" She picks up a jaunty tune to whistle, though comeing from the mouth of someone who professes to be tone deaf it's hard to say exactly what song it is. Her hands are shoved in her pocket as she strolls onward, her mood just a bit better than it was when she had entered the street earlier in the evening.
Feb  6 03:28:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A watchful eye is still trained on the woman as she walks towards the strip, though the youth makes no attempt to follow. Rather, the willowy figure goes back to the seemingly aimless wandering, eyes watchful and posture stiff, finger once more rubbing at porcelain skin seemingly without a care.
Feb  6 04:44:27 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "It happens" Is simply all he would say casting her a wicked grin which would give way to a warm smile as he moved his glass over to his lips and slowly took a sip before returning it to its original posistion, "You should join me, the waters wonderful" 
Feb  6 05:02:17 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Smooth? me? never!" he would exclaim while his eyes followed each movement the girl made, a soft Mmm sound being given as she slowly stripped, "I love the scares luv, they are part of what makes you..and a sign of strength and fortitude, which is a major quality in my book" that said he would reach over and press a button on a remote changing the channel of the tv to MTV for some unknown reason.
Feb  6 05:06:03 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Well, as long as you like em, that's the only opinion that really matters outside of myself." Though her tone was playful, the look she cast him was fairly sincere. Pausing a moment, she looked down at herself before shrugging and removing her bra and panties as well. Stepping over to the edge, the woman slowly lowered herself into the water as she glanced at what was on the tv.
Feb  6 05:21:56 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "That is true." She conceded turning from the tv to look at him as he switched the settings on the tub. Her head tilted slightly, allowing her to nuzzle her cheek against his hand. Aa slow smile curved her lips and the woman gazed at the blonde man in silent adoration.
Feb  6 05:41:28 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Occasionally, when I'm not otherwise occupied with being a smartass I can sometimes come up with something unique, profound and under ten words in length!" Chuckling softly, the woman tilted her head back under the attentions and drew her fingers through the man's hair as her other hand slid down his side and around to his back to pull him closer.
Feb  6 07:40:57 :: (GC) Gabriel votes for Catalina
Feb  6 07:41:02 :: (GC) Catalina votes for Gabriel
Feb  6 12:44:21 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Gabriel is smote like the red-headed stepchild that he is.
Feb  6 12:54:11 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  6 14:07:45 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "No, no...I'm good." She replied, her hand sliding down his back before falling away. The woman watched him move with a slow grin. Her head tilted slightly to take in the music before her form moved into a light dance pattern to the beat. "You just like things forceful, don't you babe?" Her words clearly amused.
Feb  6 19:04:29 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: A rock falls on Christians head from the heavens
Feb  6 20:09:28 :: (GC) Jean rposed: This warm late winter evening is quiet here at the intersection of Melrose and Fairfax. A sole wandered makes his way down the street as he hum's a little French tune to himself, even hopping up on the curb once or twise in his merry stroll. 
Feb  6 20:13:01 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Jean
Feb  6 20:22:15 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Quietly, the lid to the manhole in the side walk opens, and from within climbs out a pale young man with alabaster skin carrying a guitar case. As though this was the most natural thing in the world he then proceeds to close the manhole cover, and starts walking along, taking note of his surroundings, namely Althea, he ops to follow her in the complete and utter silence that surrounds him.
Feb  6 20:23:26 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The beautiful French man looks up and narrows his eyes faintly as he catches a glimpse of Elijah. Stopping, he smiles to the man. "@RAh, bonjour... @w" He says softly but audibly to the man. "@RFrom the other night, non?@w" 
Feb  6 20:29:43 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea's eyes blaze with curiosity mixed with something else as she approaches Elijah. "Are you okay?" she says softly but sharply. "I saw what happened, but I had to leave before you answered Devon about... about promising him." She removes her hands from her pockets and places them on her hips.
Feb  6 20:41:10 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Eyes narrowing, Althea grits her teeth. "You're lucky he didn't. Even I could tell you that you were going to get in big trouble." She shakes her head. "Look, Elijah. You're my friend and all, but I'm in the same place you are. And I would not fuck this up. We owe Johnny and Devon." She sighs exasperatedly, pinching the bridge of her nose between two fingers. 
Feb  6 21:00:32 :: (GC) Patrick frozen by Dizon.
Feb  6 21:01:54 :: (GC) Patrick un-frozen by Dizon.
Feb  6 21:24:36 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Devon
Feb  6 21:25:23 :: (GC) Dizon forced Devon to look
Feb  6 21:25:46 :: (GC) Dizon forced Devon to look
Feb  6 21:26:53 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Feb  6 21:56:48 :: (GC) Devon rposed: With a small black messenger back slung over his chest and one shoulder, Devon strides casually the street. The bag hangs comfortably between the slight dip and curve between his waist and hip. As he walks, As he walks, his finger rubs at the skin over his collarbone, the skin already turning a bit red. Cerulean eyes scan the street with a mixture of caution and suspicion, and all passer-byes are ducked and dodged with care. For one, his hair is slightly pulled back away from his face with a rubber band, though a few stray ringlets still frame his angelic features. As recognition enters his gaze, his gait speeds up and he walks towards the small trio.
Feb  6 22:09:11 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Or the heroin, or the pot, or whatever the fuck else you abuse yourself with." Althea's voice has taken on a hard edge. "You should worry. Don't you care... if not for yourself, then don't you care about Devon?"
Feb  6 22:25:48 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "He's not going to worry about that Thea. He'll be studying.", can be heard just as the afore mentioned willowy figure reaches the trio. The hand not worrying his irritated skin reaches down to the bag, long fingers grasping the zipper of the bag. The bag is opened in a flash, revealing three hardbound books of varying thicknesses. Each one of them is given a gentle caress with a feathery touch as Devon's gaze shifts down to look at them with obvious fondness. His mouth opens, as though to speak to them, but quickly closes as though he's thought better. Looking up once more, his gaze locks on Elijah, an arm reaching up to pluck the cigarette from the other man's fingers, giving him a dark look in the process.
Feb  6 22:28:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Or the heroin, or the pot, or whatever the fuck else you abuse yourself with." Althea's voice has taken on a hard edge. "You should worry. Don't you care... if not for yourself, then don't you care about Devon?"
Feb  6 22:28:18 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Johnny simply stands there off to the side doing his abashed thing, and doing a good job of acting offended.
Feb  6 22:34:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "He's not going to worry about that Thea. He'll be studying.", can be heard just as the afore mentioned willowy figure reaches the trio. The hand not worrying his irritated skin reaches down to the bag, long fingers grasping the zipper of the bag. The bag is opened in a flash, revealing three hardbound books of varying thicknesses. Each one of them is given a gentle caress with a feathery touch as Devon's gaze shifts down to look at them with obvious fondness. His mouth opens, as though to speak to them, but quickly closes as though he's thought better. Looking up once more, his gaze locks on Elijah, an arm reaching up to pluck the cigarette from the other man's fingers, giving him a dark look in the process.
Feb  6 22:42:54 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: At the sound of Devon's voice, Elijah actually startles, surrendering the cigarette as his gaze is turned toward the ground, all emotion wiped from his features. He hardly notices the dark look, sliding his hands into his pockets and falling silent in an instant.
Feb  6 22:48:16 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Rather than tossing the cigarette on the ground, Devon walks over to a wall, extinguishing it against the bricks before lowering his arm and placing the item into a front pocket. Obviously noting the detachment Elijah seems to slip into, one of Devon's brows arches slightly. Head turning slightly to look at the other couple, his tongue darts out to moisten his lips before lifting his free hand to gesture slightly to his ward. "He's been staying out of trouble, right?", is asked in a somewhat flat tone, the words holding a hint of hesitation, though deep within the pale depths of his eyes, there is hope.
Feb  6 22:52:36 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: RUN YOU LOOPEY CUNTS, RUN YOUR FUCKEN ARSES OFF YA DIRTY FUCKEN CUNTZ!!
Feb  6 23:11:41 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Cerulean eyes follow Elijah as he walks away into the night, the gaze somewhat hollow and detached, both sadness and pride faintly visible at once. As Althea begins to speak, Devon's head turns back around, attention now focused on her words, and those of her domitor. A slight nod is given to them both before the willowy form speaks. "He's afraid.", is stated simply, a gentle breath being drawn. "The realization hit too fast, he doesn't trust himself yet." A short fingernail begins to scrape over the skin covering his collarbone, the already reddened flesh developing a darker blush of red. "But that's for us. How have you been?" the question, while posed in a faintly awkward tone, holds sincerity within it.
Feb  6 23:15:02 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: The sound of bongos being played can be heard.. no wait thats just Endymion playing drums on Thea and Ella's breasticles.
Feb  6 23:29:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Physical harm has it's place, and I won't deny the use of it. But in truth, mental devastation is what holds the power." A certain glint of knowing familiarity and satisfaction creeps into the pale gaze, the angelic face seeming to take on a darker expression. "Each case needs to be evaluated carefully and treated with individuality." Eyes blinking a few times, the almost dangerous edge fades once more. Nodding wordlessly to Johnny, Devon glances around cautiously once more, eyes searching each face that passes with scrutiny. The hand on his collarbone pauses in it's motion as he does so, but begins scratching against reddened skin once more.
Feb  6 23:33:42 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea's tone is flat, barely questioning. "Is that the errand you went on? The one I couldn't join you on?" She goes through a variety of facial contortions, trying her damndest not to scowl childishly. "I hope I get to tag along soon." Watching Devon scratch is making her uncomfortable. "Do you... do you want some lotion for that?" she asks, starting to dig around in her bag.
Feb  6 23:38:52 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The engine of the harley-davidson motorcycle dies down to a low chug as the engine begins to lose its heat, its driver gazing up at the now finally drying husk of what was once his motorcycle repair shop. Still the man purses his lips together as if there's a bad taste in his mouth, perhaps the thought still sour in his mind.
Feb  6 23:44:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Upon hearing Althea's comment, Devon looks down at himself, hand moving even as he watches it, the movement seeming both subconscious and compulsive. Finally though, the limb ceases its motion and falls to Devon's side in a rather graceless manner. "It's a bad habit from childhood.", is offered in an almost defensive explanation, the gently-spoken words almost holding a slight edge. "It reappears from time to time." Throat clearing softly, the willowy figure casually shifts weight from heel to toe and back again, well-polished leather boots creaking softly from the motion. Head tilting to the side, the youth asks, "You've never seen me do it before? I've been told that it happens a lot." There's no surprise in the words, though there is a slight ring of curiosity.
Feb  6 23:44:27 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: A Back Sleek Mercades comes slowly driving near the curb, parking the car just behind Christians motorcycle. Three men come out in suits and ties, and all with a folder. They all look like big geeks and the three move towards christian, the head man wears glasses and ajusted them just before he speaks. "Mr Moore?" He looks over the burnt building then back to christian
Feb  6 23:52:42 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: the Leader, who also has red hair extends his arms. "Im from your insurance, we came here to evaluate your situation.." he turns to a rather ugly man, who smiles and nods, he gets on the phone uickly and states clearly. "Bring the excavation crew.." The leader smiles as he moves towards the house."Two fires in the space of 2 months mr Moore.. need to get this under wrap so you can have your business back
Feb  7 00:00:31 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The leader turns around. "These things do happen Sir, thats why you took insurance.." Two large trucks come trucking by and stop just infront of the shop, men comes out and start hulling heavy equiptment, the uglyman points to the back. "Start out the back, dg untill you hit the pipe.." The leader shoots a weary glance at the ugly man, then looks back to Christian. "Please come with me Mr Moore, need to ask you a few wuestions about the burn marks.." The men start digging in the back yard, going through concrete. A black van now rolls up parking on the other side of the street
Feb  7 00:07:26 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The leader turns to Christian and smiles, they walk in and the leader fixes his glasses again. "Well well well this is intresting.." he opens his books and looks at them, he nods a few times. "Indeed very intresting.." He looks around, the ugly one comes back, holding a small chest thats covered in dirt and concret residue. "Found it.." The leader places his hand on the chest and nods then looks to christian. "Yeh big arsonist, you wont be gettong your place back Mr Moore, and we will be calling the police..Good day.." Men from the back start to pack up and leave
Feb  7 00:11:51 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: the man now smiles a smug smile. "No Mr Moore, you tried to scam our money, no you have to take whats given to you.. alright.." He looks at the ugly man who mobes quicker to the mercades and enters it, the leader starts walking away, he thinkd for a moment then gets out his phone, dials a number then hangs up
Feb  7 00:12:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slightly to Althea, the willowy figure's already stoic expression takes on a solemn hint. "The mind may be willing, but the body unable. Just trust in Johnny." As the words leave full lips, the youthful form's gaze travels between the pair. "Obsessive Compulsive Disorder runs in my...family. I can fight it but never be rid of it." Pausing, a slight hint of anger ghosts over angelic features, "And the fact that my sister was here and nobody told me doesn't help." Voice still quiet, the words still carry the bite of annoyance and irritation that doesn't fully manifest throughout the youth's face and body.
Feb  7 00:12:36 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Christian
Feb  7 00:16:51 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Scowling, Althea says, "I thought I told you about your sister. She had your handkerchief... a few days ago. She was dragging Elijah around, being kind of a bitch to him. And to me, but mostly to him." She cocks her head, trying to remember more details. "I got the hell out of there. She's a strange one... no offense."
Feb  7 00:20:55 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Man laughs as he places his hands in his pockets, just then the van on the other side of the street comes open and 5 men start running out with full automatic weapons, and start shooting at Christian and leannan. "Go Go Go.. Move move move.." The Merc screaches and drives off quickly, the Leader hits the ground and covers his head as he starts to laugh hard. Christian goes down forst, and leannan Sees the men comming but cant do anything about it.. Both have died
Feb  7 00:21:23 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: You both suddenly awake, you notice its 2 hours earlier then the insident
Feb  7 00:25:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "No, you said that my sister gave you a 'spit shine' the last you saw her. She 'officially' left two weeks ago, only to return last week. I'm fairly sure that you're not the only one she spoke to while here." Eyes closing slowly, Devon's head shakes somewhat, a few curls falling loose to frame the angelic features. "My sister means more to me than anything else in this world. She is what she needs to be and any imperfections only add to her perfection in my opinion." Eyes opening once more, the brilliant gaze is leveled at Thea, awaiting her answer.
Feb  7 00:27:06 :: (GC) Jean rposed: The beautiful french man is out casually strolling under the warm, night sky.  He merrily makes his way down the sidewalk, humming a little French tune to himself as he even hops up on one of the curbs before jumping down. 
Feb  7 00:28:46 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Well, I don't mean to offend, but she doesn't think very highly of Elijah. She was pretty angry at him for wanting to, in her words, screw you. I wanted to stick around because I thought she was going to threaten him or even hurt him, but I had to head home." She sighs. "She seems... malicious to others, though."
Feb  7 00:29:31 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Pelvic Thrust!
Feb  7 00:32:08 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Astute grey eyes scan the crowds of people milling about on the sidewalks with a practiced ease as Ella scouts for a noteworthy trainwreck or A-lister to snap a shot of. Seeing more than a few heads turn in the crowd to stare at someone, she can't help but veer in the direction they're looking. Already she has that camera of hers lifted, her finger hovering over the shutter button, and as she comes across the jaunty Frenchman she gives out a merry, "Hey!" Not waiting for an reply, she snaps a few pictures of the happy fellow before approaching him even more.
Feb  7 00:38:09 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A small laugh falls from Ella's lips as she lowers her weapon of choice, giving the lovely muse a wink. "I promise not to send them off to the Enquirer. Not out of any strange sort of honor or anything, but mostly because they're not scandalous enough." Her head cants to one side as she peers at Jean, "So, where are ya off to in such a good mood? Or where did you leave that has you in such high spirits? Inquiring minds want to know."
Feb  7 00:43:08 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As if infected by the giddy attitude displayed before her, Ella's mouth twists into a wide grin as a gleam enters her greyish eyes. "Well congratulations!" she exclaims while filing away the named she heard in the back of her mind. "Why not go celebrate? Or is that where you were on your way to?"
Feb  7 00:43:16 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "If by others, you mean...'people', then yes, she is." Taking one step closer to Thea, Devon's head dips down slightly so that his head hovers just slightly past her ear. As he speaks his voice lowers in volume, though it's still just slightly louder than a whisper. "We were both born of a higher station than you. We never moved among your kind until after our second life began." Head raising and body straightening, he steps back once more, a slight nod offered to the girl as he does so. After a moment of silent pondering, he casually adds, "That was not said to belittle you, simply to give you perspective of where both my sister and I stand." The words are sincere in their timbre, though still hard in their tone.
Feb  7 00:48:42 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Another shrug is offered towards the svelte Frenchman as Ella shakes her head slowly. "I dunno. I'm awfully easy to please though. So long as the place as decent booze, interesting drunkards, and sparkly lights I'm totally there. Oh and as long as they aren't playing that godforsaken country music hooey manure."
Feb  7 00:51:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: thanks the person a bit mechanically and hangs up the line before staring down at her phone with a deeply disturbed cast to her fine features. "...Um...what? Yeah... No... Maybe." Shaking her head then, she closed her eyes and pressed her fingers against them. A few short moments past before the woman's hand drops away and her eyes snap open. Keying in a few numbers she has a hard look to her emerald gaze as she stares at the burnt husk of a building. "It's me. I need every able body at the address to follow. Come armed, come prepared, come with digging equipment. And come blody fast! Do NOT disappoint me." The address was dictated then and the woman...waited.
Feb  7 00:53:08 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "There has to be! But I don't know which ones are for sure," Ella admits with an apologetic smile. "I'm used to camping outside of the super-exclusive ones. You know, the ones that I'd never get into in a million years sort of places. I'm perfectly a-okay with that, though. There are still plenty of less stuck-up places in LA."
Feb  7 00:57:13 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: A man in a shitty car comes and steps out, he looks to be in his 50's he brings a shovel and doesnt seem to be a vampire, he looks to Leannan. "Lord Dick told me to come.." he places his head down and then waits for instructions. "Where to dig madam
Feb  7 01:01:40 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man nods and moves towards the area, he starts to hit the shovel with the cement, it starts to crack, after 45 minutes, with 10 minutes to spare, the chest is held by the man. The man moves toward Leannan and then opens the chest it reveals a little book he looks up at leanan. "I cant read the writing madam
Feb  7 01:03:31 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As a dark smile playing upon Devon's lips, his gaze seeks to meet and lock with Althea's before he begins to speak once more. "I trust my sister fully and completely. As she does me." One brow arches slightly now, as though a sudden realization has just hit. "Perhaps she saw this incident about to occur.", is almost murmured, a few nods accompanying the words. "In many social animals, submissive animals bear their bellies to those dominant over them. Elijah's smarter than he gives himself credit for. He realized his position and acted accordingly. If anything, that's a good sign"
Feb  7 01:03:54 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Having put her camera away on the trek to the Club, Ella eagerly leads the reigning fashion muse inside the ever-colorful Club Crank. Her eyes widen at the dazzling light displays and it looks as if she's never been here before, though that's far from the truth. Once inside, she gives a little twirl around like some sort of amateur ballerina, already feeling the music thumping through her bones, "It's just like I remember it! From so long ago! Almost five days!" she exclaims to Jean, an almost wild look in her bright eyes.
Feb  7 01:09:02 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Whatever you say. You know them better than I do. I'm just calling it how I see it. I'm just glad you heard me out without breaking my kneecaps," she says, a rebellious smile on her face. "I'll see you around, Devon. I'm headed to bed." With that, she turns and walks away, not looking back to see his reaction.
Feb  7 01:10:46 :: (GC) Christian votes for Leannan
Feb  7 01:13:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Watching the girl walk off with a keen eye, Devon himself stays where he is, adjusting his messenger bag somewhat. The reddened skin on his chest begins to heal suddenly, the damage fading to form a flawless complexion once more. Both hands remain by his curving sides, fingers drumming through the air with arching and stretching motions. It is only after Althea is gone from sight that the willowy figure continues down the street, falling into his original rhythm as though never having been stopped in the first place.
Feb  7 01:13:55 :: (GC) Devon votes for Althea
Feb  7 01:14:41 :: (GC) Althea votes for Devon
Feb  7 01:21:05 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Endymion. Change the Banner on the forum.
Feb  7 01:23:08 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: There. Banner fixed.
Feb  7 01:24:41 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The engine roars to life as he gives the man behind him an upturned nod, "When I get another shop built come check it out. I'll take a look at the car eh?" He calls back to him before roaring off down the street with the woman at his back, entrusting the book to her since she grabbed it originally, "Did you recognize the writing or anything about the thing?"
Feb  7 01:26:33 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Alright. Alright. New Banner. Courtesy of Di--n. Some letters withheld to retain anonymity.
Feb  7 01:30:02 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: I like that quote...
Feb  7 01:30:19 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Ya its pretty badass..
Feb  7 01:41:07 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Christian
Feb  7 01:53:50 :: (GC) Ella rposed: One ebon eyebrow is lifted as Ella watches Maxwell stumble off, shaking her head in dismay. "Kids will be kids right?" she mumbles with a lopsided grin. "That part I'm not so sure about. It's not like I could go through my usual channels to sell those kind of rather tame pictures. The greedy public doesn't yearn for pictures of the newest fashions to hit Milan. They're more interested in what wasy the celebrities are wasting their mountains of cash."
Feb  7 01:55:09 :: (GC) Maxwell votes for Ella
Feb  7 01:55:11 :: (GC) Maxwell votes for Jean
Feb  7 02:02:24 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Yeah, there is that..." Ella replies in a thoughtful tone as her gaze drifts out towards the sea of dancing patrons, something almost indescribeable crossing her expression. Shaking her head, she brings her smile back to Jean, "I still need to put together a suitable portfolio. I want many different things shown in it, to prove I can do it all. At least a little."
Feb  7 02:04:30 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Outside the old wharehouse there stands a lone figure in the darkness of the night. Completely alone, the area devoid of life.
Feb  7 02:07:08 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: An old Dodge Ram would pull up slowly, the engine sounding in better shape than the old, battered vehicle should posses. Cutting the rumble, the woman opened the door and stepped out. Dressed in unflattering attire and with her hair coiled and pinned to be hidden beneath a dark berrett, she crossed over to the figure and offered a wane smile. 
Feb  7 02:14:52 :: (GC) Ella rposed: As she feels the weight of Jean's stare upon her, Ella turns her head to one side and peers at him right back from the corners of her eyes. In a rather wary voice, the petite woman asks, "What new project?" while already getting a rather sinking feeling in her stomach.
Feb  7 02:30:15 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An eyebrow lifts as Ella tries to watch him walk around her, peering over one shoulder and then the other. "I didn
Feb  7 02:30:36 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An eyebrow lifts as Ella tries to watch him walk around her, peering over one shoulder and then the other. "I didn't realize photographers had to have looks, too? I thought that was the job of the model or 'talent'?"
Feb  7 02:39:05 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An almost fierce grin spreads across Ella's pale features as she giggles, "Ah, if you say it I must believe it. You're so much more used to this part of the celebrity world than I am. Besides, I don't think I could argue with that."
Feb  7 02:42:07 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Having completely tuned out the music of the club, as well as the chittering people mingling near her, Ella bows her head in silent thought. "Give me about a week. I have a few things that are taking up a lot of my time currently, but it should be settled in a week to where I'll have some more time free."
Feb  7 02:47:38 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Of course!" Ella replies promptly, patting the front of her messenger bag with one hand. "I swear I won't lose it. And if I do, I have the number in my phone anyhow. Is there a certain time I should try to call before in case you're sleeping or more apt to be busy at one time as opposed to another?"
Feb  7 02:52:21 :: (GC) Ella votes for Jean
Feb  7 03:03:53 :: (GC) Jean votes for Ella
Feb  7 11:16:29 :: (GC) Carl rposed: At this wondefull bar for the gifted there are many ruffians, mostly bikers and junkies, some play fool, others are at thier own tables talking to thier friends. In the middle of the room, Carl sits alone, he wears his uniform which states Lnatics and is puffing away on a ciggar. He looks to look around slightly then goes bak to looking for his beer, he has a semi grin on his face
Feb  7 11:18:42 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: The door swings lightly as Sybine steps into the room, obviously just out of work. A long sleeved white shirt hugs her form, though it's pasted with layers of grease and other unsightly stains. There's a large rip in the right sleeve. On her legs are a pair of equally dirty jeans, though they hang low from her hips supported by a thin belt. Her flame colored hair is pulled back away from her face in an extremely messy ponytail, leaving her looking not all too clean. Her hands, wrists, and the side of her neck are smudged with grease.
Feb  7 11:24:04 :: (GC) Carl rposed: As the door swings open Carl gets a lookin his eyes like his expecting someone, his eyes drop once he sees its a woman, he almost looks disapointed as e eyes his beer now. "Grease Monkey! Shit Monkey.... Unabkle to fucken fox anything MNKEY!" he sings in an old 30's voice as he smiles and looks up. "Big fucken titty monkey!"
Feb  7 11:30:25 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Carl eyes the woman for a moment then laughs uncontrollably as he slams his hand on the table. "Yeh girly, you demand and im gonan run over there like some fucken poodle and start waging my fucken tail for ya.." he shakes his head as he giggles for a slight moment, but then it turns into full blown laughter again, he stands up and seems to just walk around laughing, he stops laughing for a moment but resues as he drops to his knees." Fucken females and thier fucken attitude
Feb  7 11:35:29 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Carl looks over towards the woman and gets up rather quickly he gets his beer and moves towards her, sitting next to her, he slaps a fifty on the bar and pushes it towards the bartender, he then turns to the woman. "Im just kidding ya know.." he looks at the woman up and down and licks his lips then raises his eyesbrow. "Soooo... whats your naaaame?" he smiles a toothy grin, when the bartender assumes the money is for the womans drinks, carl looks over. "Na brudah just need change for a fucken fifty.." He starts to laugh again
Feb  7 11:46:07 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "Anarchy is different from chaos, which I'm more partial to," she says, though it's hard to tell by her laugh if she's joking. She takes another drink of her beer and runs a greased hand through her hair, leaving trails of black against red that she doesn't seem to care about. "Not sure what the hell that has to do with anything."
Feb  7 12:08:24 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "Did I come sit at your table? I'm just having a beer."  She yawns again, pointedly this time. "You didn't want to buy me a drink. What further use to me could you possibly be?"
Feb  7 12:12:41 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Carl nods a few times as he buys her a drink he smiles a big grin. "So you just confermed my thoughts, its good to use poeplto get what ya want.. right Sybine?" he chuckles again and starts to laugh. "Just likeyou are using me for a fucken drink... right?"
Feb  7 12:13:30 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "That would be the case if you got me one, wouldn't it?" She takes another drink from her bottle and rests it on her knee again. "You'll have to excuse me. I don't pull punches with a drunk man I've met twice in my life."
Feb  7 12:20:55 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Carl takes out a shot gun and uses it like a bat to hit Sybine over the head with it, he starts to shout out. "Im Carl Carlson, I Do what I fucken want, Im the fucken maaaaaan.." he starts to dance ike a latino dancer up and down on the floor. "Fuck smiling jack and his fucken poofta group, this is Lunatics territory" He turns to Sybine. "God damn you got a hard head "
Feb  7 12:24:42 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: When Carl pulls out the shotgun and uses it to club Sybine, the bartender (Who's name is Joe), whips his own out from under the bar and jacks a slug into the chamber, levelling it at the man with a sloppy-looking aim from the waist area, "..I hope Carl Carlson can fucking read. Because this is Joe's bar, and Joe's the only asshole that uses a gun here..". Some of the other bikers in the area get on edge when this happens, restless even.
Feb  7 12:32:58 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Meteors fall from the sky and pound Christian into a bloody pulp. The Gods resurrect him, and the process repeats itself....many, MANY times.
Feb  7 12:39:53 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: As Carl raises the butt of his shotgun for another blow, Joe raises his as well, taking his time in getting a better aim, and warning again, "..Last chance, Carlson. I don't take kindly to rulebreakers. 'Specially when there's just one rule..". Most of the bikers who had been sitting on the other side of Carl, by this time, have moved. Sybine winds up with her bottle in an attempt to smash it through Carl's head, but she's cut short as the faster Lunatic allows her a goodnight kiss from the non-buisness end of his firearm. She's hit so hard that he falls back to the ground, a criss-cross pattern stamped into her forehead. The bottle she'd been holding breaks against the ground.
Feb  7 13:00:40 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Carl goes to grab the woman, but Joe is faster, having been aiming and prepared for the situation to grow worse. He squeezes the trigger on his shotgun, sending a slug whistling right into Carl's knee, and blowing it out of the backside. Carl, after this, does manage to get a grip on the woman who can't resist at all, but his only options are to hop or crawl.
Feb  7 13:17:45 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Carl begins to hop off, attempting to drag Sybine along with him, while Joe watches them both and continues to aim his shotgun at the retreating biker. Sybine, however, doesn't so much slip away, as she pulls Carl over and to the ground as well, in her attempt to get away. He retains his grip, though. A few of the bikers, as serious as this is, stifle a quiet laugh.
Feb  7 13:26:09 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: In a miraculous event, Carl Carlson manages to get to his feet. Most can't tell what's going on though, due to him becoming a blur of motion that the human eye can't keep up with. The blur of Carl-coloured motion bounces up and down a few times in the direction of the door out into the street, and is then gone.
Feb  7 13:29:36 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Carl comes out in a hurry and stops suddenly just around the corner, he curses and slaps the brick of the building hard. "God damn fucken jesus fucken christ all fucken mighty!" He stops his good foot, his other kleg lookslike to be hanging from a thread, he looks around for a moment, as he looks very very week
Feb  7 13:31:56 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: From the door of the pool hall, Sybine's form makes it way past the doorway, a hand held to her forehead. The girl seems to be in a panick, her eyes not leaving the ground as she takes a few short, but quick paces to put some disance between herself and the doorway. With the mention of Carl's name from another voice, she whimpers audibly, her chest racing to keep up with her breath.
Feb  7 13:46:01 :: (GC) Carl votes for Sybine
Feb  7 13:46:05 :: (GC) Gabriel rposed: "Carl come on..." The Prince would say as he reached a single arm down and lifted the man from the ground, "We'll get her togeather...we'll get Jack togeather, but we've got to get out of here... I don't want to have to cover up an entire scene right now" his eyes still followed the other figure who trailed away, "Besides finding people isn't hard... we might just have to kill a few to get to em"
Feb  7 13:50:40 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Gabriel
Feb  7 13:55:31 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Before it can be seen, it's heard. The sound of hardcore Industrial/Techo music that's blasting on a pair of massive sub-woofers. The front end of a newer Hummer pulls into view, but doesn't stop. It's length just keeps going, and going, and going, until everyone comes to the conclusion that's it a stretch-limousine Hummer. It's pristine, pearl-white with polished crome. The music just gets louder and louder as it pulls right up to the sidewalk where Gabriel and Carl are.
Feb  7 14:01:29 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: All seven windows on the side of the Hummer are rolled down with the quiet hum of electric-powered mechanisms. From each one, a man in a black mask and a shotgun can be seen, though none of them are blatant enough to stick the barrel out of the windows. A few of the people who were close to Carl and Gabriel see this, and begin to run for cover. The front-most door on the passenger side is opened, and a man steps out. He's clad in black leather pants, no shirt, and covered in a white fur-coat that is of obvious quality. His head's been shaved, and tattooed all over his skull are what look to be passages from Holy Scripture. He doesn't have a shotgun, but there's a big enough knife tucked into the front of his belt, "Carl Carlson. You cheeky monkey. I'm going to need you to come for a ride with me, babe..".
Feb  7 14:16:01 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Carl. Lenny is gonna get jealous.
Feb  7 16:08:07 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Only vaguely," She replied simply and with a light shrug. As though losing interest, her silvered orbs scanned the crowd once more peering intently about for her target. "If you're god then why don't you already know my name, hmm?'
Feb  7 16:11:22 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The elevator with the polished black doors goes *ding* as it arrives, sliding open to reveal the lithe form of a handsome Englishman, dressed in his finest suit of emerald cloth, with a golden vest beneath. It looks rather victorian in design, all told. Throwing off his genteel demeanor though is a swordbelt of thick, brown leather, it's presence holding the two sheathed scimitar-blades, one upon each hip. He steps out of the elevator with a faint look of irritation on his face, which persists for just seconds before it is wiped clean and that striking smile is offered again. 
Feb  7 16:22:59 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Outside, six uniformed officers wait with their arms crossed over their chests for the search warrant to come through. Red white and blue lights flashing from the top of their cars, briefly flashing through the glass of the outer doors and into the inner.
Feb  7 16:27:36 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The Englishman steps outside and into the night air of Los Angeles, a light smile perched upon his lips and a stack of tickets in his hand. He doesn't attempt to look intimidating or imposing at all, so much as friendly and courteous, "..Ah. My bouncers had told me that the authorities were here. Did they trouble you, my friends?".
Feb  7 16:29:01 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman's eyes closed for a moment as she caught the sight of lights. Cursing softly in another tongue, the woman slunk off to be sure she wasn't within casual line of sight of the cops...just in case. The biker had been completely forgotten at this point.
Feb  7 16:30:40 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Two large muscular bouncers comes up to Carl, fangs showing. They speak with practiced etiquette to the man, "Mr. Carlson, your presence is requested in the Necropolis by Mr. Wenchester for tonight's entertainment." They then proceed to pick up and physically carry the biker, even if he resists with calm cool collection.  Once they are down past the first flight of stares they set him down and allow him to walk the rest of the way, politely offering him a pitcher of blood. Meanwhile outside the lead detective pushes himself off of his car, straightening his posture as he shakes his head, "Other than potentially aiding and abetting a known felon. Not particularly."
Feb  7 16:32:00 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: A soft whistle echoed through the dusk streets, and following it, the well-dressed businessman Donovan Strohm.  Casual steps carried him north back towards Santa Monica, though he had had affairs to take care of down south along melrose.
Feb  7 16:38:50 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: As he makes his way along the street, the steely blue eyes looking around the area slowly, they fall upon the waiter.  A small smirk crosses the man's face and he makes his way toward the young man.  Adjusting the hat on his head so that  it covers a bit more of his face he stops and leans against the stairwell, suit grinding against the rough brick.  A flash and fire bursts into the air lighting a Marlboro smooth.  A wrist flicks out to Elijah as a deep voice speaks out slowly, smoke leading it's escape.  "Good afternoon Elijah."
Feb  7 16:41:57 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Mmm..", Gareth starts with, allowing his brows to furrow into a deep and apologetic expression, "..That is unfortunate to hear. I will have to chastise them. I encourage, always, cooperation with the law to the most full extent. You are more than welcome to come in and look around..", he explains, wrapping his enchanting voice and power of words around those he speaks with, "..However, @D/we do not aid or harbor criminals here. I can assure you, we have none, and would refuse them entrance, outright@n/. Perhaps you meant to be at Club Crank? Locals get the names confused on a nightly basis..".
Feb  7 16:47:29 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: The detective nods to himself and spouts some orders. The cops all getting in their cars and heading towards the north. As the detectives partner waits the detective hands Gareth a wanted poster depicting Carl and other information. "Very well, thank you for your time Mr. Wenchester and if you could be on the look out for this man it would be much appreciated." That said the officer walks over to his car with the others and they too drive off.
Feb  7 16:54:55 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The sound of a half empty pack of cigaerettes echoed twice through the still night as Donovan looked down to the man, taking in a thick breath of the stuff as he spoke, his voice strained.  "You quit or something?"
Feb  7 16:56:50 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter looks away from the other man, hunching his back again and planting his head in his hands, gaze turned solemnly back towards the street. "Yep. You gonna shoot me?" He asks, his voice rather deadpan.
Feb  7 16:59:44 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Nope.  That was a different time.  A different Donovan.  Had some of that thicker stuff running through my veins at the time.  I'm sure you know how that stuff can cause things to....awry."  He chuckled a bit letting the smoke out finally in a few thick circls one out after the other in quick succession.  "How's your boy?"
Feb  7 16:59:53 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Seeing the officers leave, the woman gave a faint smile of relief. Still, she didn't move from the back of the room. Crossing her arms low over her stomach, Leannan continued to stare towards the front and simply awaited the return of the Englishman. Painted lips were pursed and her eyes were dark with deeper thoughts.
Feb  7 17:09:41 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "I like to check up on the health of the interesting people I meet Elijah.  Despite troubles and whether I consider them friends or not, the world needs more interesting people."  He laughed lightly as he adjusted his posture, one foot in front of the other, and leaning the hat back on his head.  "I like the new do.  Fits you betterI think."
Feb  7 17:11:57 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I'm free for a time. Dealing with the authorities was not something that I could shirk, though..", the Breton states in his bold, alluring voice. He begins to walk, with a slower-pace now, over to the stairs that lead up into the cage.
Feb  7 17:14:21 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Perhaps out of habit, the woman took a breath specifically to give a sigh of relief. Her mien evened out with that and she offered the man a bright smile as she fell into step behind him. "I apologize that the first time I come to see your club...it's for business. Personal business, mind..but business all the same."
Feb  7 17:19:11 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..It happens more often than you would think. u
Feb  7 17:20:32 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..It happens more often than you would think. Most people either come here for the party, or to see me, but never to party with me..", the Englishman states, making his way up the stairs in a slow and deliberate fashion as he speaks with the top-hatted woman at his side, "..And what is to be the source of business for this night, Miss Leannan?", he asks, arching a brow of mahogany.
Feb  7 17:22:43 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "So what has kept you busy this past fortnight?  I See you are working as usual.  Not sure how you could quit msoking if you're still working such a job.  Back when I did that kind of work, I smoke a few packs a day,"  He kept the idle conversation going, that smooth inoxicating voice flowing out easily.
Feb  7 17:24:24 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "How good is your Egyptian, my dear Mr. Winchester?" The woman softly queried as she gazed about their path and eventual surroundings with a slow lift of a brow. Shaking her head faintly, the woman turned her gaze upon her companion and reached into her inner coat pocket. "I have something interesting to show you. Sources say...there's a fifty-fifty chance you may be interested."
Feb  7 17:29:58 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Modern or Ancient? I'm passable at either, I suppose..", the Englishman admits, arriving at the cage and allowing himself entrance, as well as the woman next to him. His fingers sweep in a bit of a gesture to those who are in the middle of bondage-play, and those who notice start to un-wind and put their shit away, "..What is it that you've stumbled upon? I have a bit of an interest. Or if not, I can find those who do..".
Feb  7 17:36:42 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Don't give me the honest version. I don't believe it from a vampire. I'll take the believable..", the Breton admits, holding open the door of the cage so that the patrons can scurry off and down to the lower level of Club Contempt. When they're gone, he lets the wrought-iron door close, and looks over the pictures on the camera, his brows furrowing up briefly. 
Feb  7 17:37:17 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: "Hmm, maybe I'll do that. Well, back to the work.  Good seeing you again, kid.  Keep up the good work."  He flashed a powerful grin to the boy patting him on the shoulder before going back to whistling as he headed down the street slowly, hand entering his pockets.
Feb  7 17:54:24 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I have to rub it in. I'm a Ventrue. It's what we do..", Gareth remarks, slapping the Cat-o-Nine tails across the palm of his hand a few times, in an almost innocent fashion, "..I don't know what the book is. It's hard to tell from a picture. I would have to have it, up close and personal, and be able to read through the pages. Though, if it is a cause for concern from the Followers of Set, then it would be wise to be on your guard..", he explains, leaning back against the bars of the cage, "..I'm free again in four or five hours, if you'd like to bring it to me so that I can have a look. And then afters, who knows..".
Feb  7 18:00:11 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "You're just being coy. At five megapixels the images can be easily refined and fully readable. I really don't want to bring the book to you. I really don't want to touch the book again at all, let alone leave multiple trails to and from the spot it's kept. But if you insist..." Shrugging lightly, the woman gaze down over the club below. "Well, if you insist then I don't have too much choice do I? It's not like I have many contacts with knowledge on this subject."
Feb  7 18:05:21 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..A camera isn't capable of seeing what I can, Miss Leannan, and I have no intention of gallavanting off to a spot that I don't know about, to see a book that might or might not exist..", Gareth states, using the voice he he is often heard to wield whenever someone doesn't absolutely agree with him. It's the no-nonsense voice, "..You did come to me for my help, and I am, of course, offering it. However, I will do so under the terms that I set. I don't fuck around when it comes to dealing with Clan Setite. I've been doing it for over eight-hundred years now..".
Feb  7 18:12:43 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Did I ever suggest bringing _you_ to _it_? No, I said I didn't want to leave trails. More over I know it's only of time before they start looking for me as well." Continuing to stare down at the people below, the woman produced a key from another pocket. "...I don't suppose you have someone you trust to fetch the item and bring it back here? I need to begin thinking up reasonable places to hide." Frowning a bit deeper, she looked up at the man before adding. "..Or locate a Fiend to give me a better disguse for the time being."
Feb  7 18:19:16 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Most fiends would just as soon piece you out like a chopshop might do to an automobile, to be used as spare sparts for their creations. There's a reason that they're called Fiends, mind you..", Gareth explains, seeming if anything, to be more amused at that comment. He drops the whip to the floor, and pushes his back from against the bars of the cage, "..I trust few, and the one man that I would trust to go and get it, would take centuries just to get there and back. I would much prefer it if you could do it. Or if someone that /you/ trusted could bring the object here. As for now, I have business that is quite urgent. It will detain me for no less than four or five hours, though. And by then, I'll be able to look it over..".
Feb  7 18:23:38 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Gareth
Feb  7 19:24:00 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Striding down the street with swift yet careful steps, Devon's gaze flicks from face to face as he passes the other souls still out at this time of night. However, his eyes always return to the apartment complex, willowy frame seeming to lean towards the shadow it casts in the stripes of light and darkness. The face of his ward brings a certain sense of familiarity to his demeanor, though his strides don't speed up in any way, boots thudding on the sidewalk at the same pace. Both arms hang by his sides now, though they seem to keep tensing, along with his broad shoulders, stoic and detached posture losing it's passive appearance.
Feb  7 19:37:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Strides closing the final distance between ward and domitor, Devon approaches the other man in silence, moving to stand in front of the downcast gaze. One arm rises from his side, hand reaching out towards his companion so that his fingers can brush beneath his companion's chin with a feather-light touch to guide it upwards and meet his own gaze. Still, nothing is said, though a thumb does ghost against the jaw line. Cerulean eyes continue to study the other figure in the usual appraising manner, more mechanical than personal.
Feb  7 19:53:24 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: His eyes don't shift, even as Devon's fingers pull his face upward. Finally as his vision falls on the other man's legs, his silver-green eyes move upwards, staring at the willowy youth with the same desensitized expression, though a spark of emotions glints in his ominous irises. "Hey." He says in a rather flat tone, with a hint of affection behind it.
Feb  7 20:00:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Fingers continue to caress the waiter's face with the barest of touches, continuing to gently stroke his chin even when the man's gaze has met Devon's. Brilliant eyes staring into his ward's in a calculating manner, the angelic figure offers only the barest of nods at first. However, after several moments of analytical silence, the words, "Hello Elijah.", slip out in a breathy manner, the greeting more sighed than spoken. Clearing his throat softly, the willowy figure adds, "What are you thinking?", in a louder and clearer voice, though the words remain soft and almost gentle as they're spoken.
Feb  7 20:17:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head dipping slightly in the barest hint of a nod, Devon listens to his companion's words with a sense of silent understanding, fingers continuing their stroking motions, slightly in creasing the pressure in the gentle touch. "Would you like to go inside?" The question is posed in the same soft and gentle tone. While the words aren't quite soothing, they have a calm about them, a sense verging on serene. The fingers now press just hard enough to prove that they now hold heat, a hint as to why the youthful figure's demeanor has an almost satisfied air to it.
Feb  7 20:39:37 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Devon
Feb  7 20:40:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: At first Devon allows himself to be lead, but as they reach the door to the complex, he strides ahead, taking the lead. His free hand now slips within the cuff of his shirt, protecting porcelain skin as the door is opened just wide enough to allow him to slip through first, while continuing to hold it open for his ward to follow. This process is repeated within the lobby before he glances around with caution and heading towards the door to his apartment. Snaking his free arm beneath the hem of his shirt, the willowy form's wrist flicks at something beneath the thin material, only to reemerge moments later with the set of keys held firmly in his hand and fingers.
Feb  7 20:41:14 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb  7 20:47:03 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As you pace about the room you feel yourself slow, at first it is barely noticeable then it slowly grows stronger. Your entire body feels weighted down while your mind races, even your blinking, should you attempt its slowed to a crawl.
Feb  7 20:54:01 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Control.. yes that would be what all things are about in the end wouldn't it. As you move through the motions you find that you are in complete control of yourself still though you are simply moving slower, or perhaps depending upon your perspective your mind is simply moving faster?
Feb  7 20:59:56 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Then as suddenly as it has come about, it is gone. The haze, the slowness, everything. As your body speeds back up to catch up with your mind you hear the sound of heavy rain outside. 
Feb  7 21:00:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Inserting the first key into the top lock, Devon turns it until a click can be heard. This process is repeated three more times, each with a separate key. With another few cautious glances over both shoulders, he finally opens the door a crack, willowy frame just fitting through the space created. Once he's slipped into the apartment, he draws his ward through after him with one smooth yank of his arm. While his own hand doesn't apply pressure back, he makes no attempt to free himself from the grip either. No sooner is the other man in the room than Devon swiftly closes the door, placing the last key into the bottom lock and turning it until once more it clicks. Three more clicks and the keys are slipped up his shirt and into his side, back into their hiding place.
Feb  7 21:04:05 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As they slip inside, Elijah's death grip on Devon's hand only tightens, and he slowly raises the hand to his lips, and the youth's with it, before opening his mouth and biting down on Devon's knuckles. His teeth hardly apply any pressure, perhaps enough to dent the skin, as his green eyes stare directly into the youth's. He stands like this for several long moments without moving, teeth clamped gently onto the youth's knuckles.
Feb  7 21:04:15 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As you listen, you note the rainfall sounds.. different but you cannot put your finger on it..
Feb  7 21:08:43 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: When you open the door you instinctively jump back and away as you find yourself staring out over a massive, picture esque landscape. Rolling hills in the far distance, a tree line about nine acres away, and a massive, absolutely beautiful, vineyard sprawling out in front of you. There is no rain, infact, there is nothing but a cloudless clear blue sunny day in the sky above.
Feb  7 21:10:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: One brow arching slightly, Devon's head turns to look at his ward with a hint of curiosity about his features, the questioning evident even without a word. There's no sign of displeasure from the youthful figure, nor is there any attempt to pull away or even shift position. Rather, he stands perfectly still, watching the other man with obvious interest flickering within the almost icy depths of his unblinking gaze.
Feb  7 21:15:13 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As the door is shut, the light of the sun is returned to its void, meanwhile the steady sound of heavy rain continues. The smell of fresh air and grapes still stuck within your nostrils.
Feb  7 21:20:06 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As you reopen the door, you find the vineyard gone, it is replaced by the all too familiar scene of Bourbon Street during Mardi Gras. The day has given way to the night and the crowds of young party goers fill the streets. Your beast gnaws at your throat, as you feel supernaturally hungry by this scene spread out before you.
Feb  7 21:40:13 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As the door is slammed shut the urge leaves your body and once again the sound of rain outside takes over. The smell of Bourbon street can still be tasted in the back of your throat though, begging you to get rid of the foul taste/odor. When the television is flipped on you find yourself staring down at yourself from a backward angle. Watching yourself watching yourself watching yourself, well you get the idea.
Feb  7 21:43:34 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head tilting to the side in his usual curious manner, Devon continues to stride through the room, greeting the books both verbally and with gentle touches to a few favored volumes. There's a joy within his eyes as he gazes upon the vast collection and he draws a deep breath, though the action is obviously unneeded. After an entire lap of the livingroom has been made, he wanders over to the couch, though doesn't sit down on it at first. Rather, he simply gazes upon the other man in silence, arms clasping behind his back for once. "What are you thinking now?" Tone still soft and volume even lower within the small room, there's an almost gentle sound to his words.
Feb  7 21:45:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I'm thinking about the reaction I could get from you if all of these books were burned to ashes." Nothing in his demeanor suggests he would actually do such a thing, though he says it rather casually and in the same dead voice. "That would be a human reaction."
Feb  7 21:45:46 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Christian
Feb  7 21:47:17 :: (GC) Christian rposed: Through the cellphone outbound, "You there love? There's some freaky shit going down here at your place."
Feb  7 21:48:42 :: (GC) Christian rposed: Again outbound, 'I don't know if I am... It's like one of your illusions on a massive scale...mixed with the loon's skill.'
Feb  7 21:52:26 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I'm not human Elijah. I never was." Head shaking slightly as he speaks, Devon suddenly stops the motion. "I had to learn to do that. To shake my head. To nod. To smile. Your world is foreign to me still." Now carefully sitting down on the couch with slow and deleberate motions, his palms rest upon his knees as he does so. "But if you were to burn my books, I'd kill you." The last sentence is stated simply, but with an edge that suggests that the action would be performed without a second thought.
Feb  7 22:00:00 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb  7 22:01:19 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As Christian looks out the doorway, it is just a normal hallway, though the lights flicker momentarily with a rumble coming from the storm. A couple actually busting and going out.
Feb  7 22:03:12 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I've been dead for a long time." He says, leaning back against the couch, still staring at the area before him with little emotion. "And, you're going to kill me anyways." He doesn't seem to be particularly negative about these two statements. The waiter seems to be pointing them out matter-of-factly, nothing of his own opinions slipping through.
Feb  7 22:05:21 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: There is nothing in the air new scent wise, though the taste in the back of your throat is aching for attention.
Feb  7 22:07:07 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman who walked down the hallway was quite lovely in that bubblegum punk-rocker kinda way. Roughly Lea's height, perhaps a bit shorter, the girl had wheat blonde hair streaked through with thin lines of blue which matched the sapphire hue of her eyes. Seeing the apartment door open, the bubble she was blowing with her gum snapped in what could have been annoyance...if gum had tones, that is. Dressed in a little plaid skirt, white blouse and knee-high platform boots, the woman headed over towards the open door..only to immediately wonder why it sounded like it was storming.
Feb  7 22:12:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The faintest hint of a secretive smile plays upon Devon's lips now, "Oh, I was alive Elijah. I had to breath, I had a pulse, I was just never HUMAN." His head turns upon saying this last part, gaze falling up the man within an arm's length of him on the couch. However, nothing about this fact is elaborated upon. "You never know Elijah. You might outlive me. My blood will keep you from aging, and even if I meet Final Death, the blood of another can continue to fuel you." Pausing here, seemingly for both dramatic and affect and a hint of pondering, he quietly adds, "And then, there is the third option..."
Feb  7 22:14:29 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As the television is turned on the storm over head surges as the rainfall grows heavier. The television itself produces only white noise and snow.
Feb  7 22:27:06 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Feb  7 22:28:53 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: The lights shimmer again as the entire room shakes from lightning. Outside the window the area is briefly illuminated by a bright purple flash of light, allowing one to catch a glimpse of the rain outside. Which, oddly enough is raining... Upwards?
Feb  7 22:34:36 :: (GC) Christian votes for Leannan
Feb  7 22:35:05 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Young Matty is hanging out smoking a cigarette, leaning on a trashed building, she's chuckling and talking to someone who appears to be a local streetwalker.  They banter in a friendly fashion and are pretty much venting about what a shitty week it's been for them both, but in different ways.  Matty finally nods and gives a small wave of farewell as the whore decides she has to walk back up to Santa Monica and get busy for the night.
Feb  7 22:39:58 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man's lids close to hide his dark orbs, hazy with a swimming motion soon hidden. His senses slowly come back to him to her touch as his face is redirected. He doesn't fight her nor does he make any motion to get away, rather he stands there regaining his bearings slowly, "Something is going on... Do you have that book?"
Feb  7 22:45:56 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Laughing at being called a Mexican, Matty unscrews the flask lid and takes a long drink, she doesn't even flinch and then passes the flask back to Carl.  "Up your ass white boy, why? What's it to ya where a lil chula been lately? I been trying ta make a livin, but it's getting harder and harder to hustle pool or steal enough stereos lately."
Feb  7 22:52:02 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Now, are you going to freak out some more?" The woman asked calmly as she crouched down in front of the man to look up at him. One hand lifted to once against gently caress his face. "Tell me what happened. And then I'm going to tell you something. And it'll be fun. Or, atleast less confusing for your poor girlfriend. Or whatever the hell I am." Her speach remained even, soft tones meant to soothe.
Feb  7 23:07:41 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Shaking her head once again Matty says, "Nope, don't want anything from them, that's just the point, I don't even want them to know I'm alive... it's better to not even be noticed by those dudes.  I
Feb  7 23:08:33 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Shaking her head once again Matty says, "Nope, don't want anything from them, that's just the point, I don't even want them to know I'm alive... it's better to not even be noticed by those dudes.  I'm happy with them NOT knowing me, and my little corner of the LA crime wave.  And like I said, my own crew gang-railed me, so now I'm just with the psycho squad.
Feb  7 23:33:07 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Taking the bottle of whiskey, Matty just drinks straight from it and says, "That's what you do, yeah.  And that's what I do too, but I aint got no big warehouse, no big gang to back me up either." She get's quiet for a minute, without looking at Carl she asks in a normal tone, "You know what gang-railed is right? And what it means for me to be on the psycho squad?"
Feb  7 23:54:00 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Clinching her jaw, the muscles working there in definite agitation, Matty finally says, "What the fuck you gotta do me for?  Someone like you can choose just about any tart on the street or even a few of them movie stars that get drunk up on the strip... "  she takes a swig from the whiskey, "I would definitely want a piece carved outta yer hide, if that's what you want to know."
Feb  8 00:28:12 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As Carl lungs across the room at Matty he wraps her up in an sturdy but awkward grapple and then suddenly bites down on her neck. As opposed to pain one would expect though, she suddenly finds herself completely enthralled to the kiss.
Feb  8 00:45:23 :: (GC) Matty rposed: Unable to respond, now that she's too weakened, all Matty can do is stare up at Carl, her eyes wide with fright, and a bit of horror. It's not the blood or the words that would have her hysterical if she could manage it, it's those fuckin teeth, like something out of a sci fi movie.  Carl's a freakin monster!  She writhes on the floor in the last bit of strength she has, trying to drag in a breath her throat is on fire, her neck throbbing in pain, and yet the rest of her body feels completely incredible, like the best sex ever.
Feb  8 00:55:25 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Grabbing her head he shoves more blood into her mouth, he looks down at her eyes. "Your becomeing a fucken God, you taketh and giveth Black." he stands up again as he looks down at her. "You got the power now, no more fucken eating, no more moneyt, use your gifts to do what the fy\uck ya want.. and if thats killing me woman then bring it on
Feb  8 01:17:34 :: (GC) Matty rposed: It's a strange thing to die like this, Matty leans on the wall, she feels the life slipping out of her, leaking away through the holes in her neck, or out of her pores, or something. After about a half an hour her eyesight fogs up, her brain has trouble processing exactly what is going on, and then she realizes she hears it.  In her own ears it's like a roar, then she focuses, all that's left of her life on just listening to it.  Thump thump, thump thump, her heartbeat slowing, fluttering, then failing for a moment, then thumping on, a bit erratically.  At what point she was no longer able to listen, if that was before or after it beat it last beat is unknown.  Matty died against that wall, and then slumped over. Body cooling, movement gone, silence.  After long minutes, even a quarter of an hour or more, she coughs, the body jerks convulsively, and it begins...
Feb  8 01:37:45 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Stepping out of the elevator, the little bit of blonde jailbait bounced into the main room as though she had not a care in the world. Pink fishnet wound about her hands, the fingers of one twirling a lollipop in her mouth for added effect. Glancing about slowly, she wrinkled her nose up slightly but never the less continued on into the area in search of the place's owner. Every third or fourth step was held a tiny bounce to it.
Feb  8 02:17:17 :: (GC) Carl votes for Matty
Feb  8 02:17:46 :: (GC) Matty votes for Carl
Feb  8 02:18:17 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Matty
Feb  8 02:28:48 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Who knows? Vampires are strange beings, and some are capable of that which most wouldn't know. Most are straight-forward. Predictable, and the same. Now and then though, you find that one, or those few, who don't follow the rules..", the Breton states, rolling his shoulders into a gentle shrug at his own words, "..No matter the opponent though, the use of the mind is still the advantage. Keep that in the forefront..". He extends his hand, as if to wait for the book to be placed there. 
Feb  8 02:31:16 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm..." Nodding once, slowly the woman pressed the book into the other's palm. For but a moment, her fingertips caressed the edge of his hand as if in silent thanks for his advice on the subject. Glancing at the man for only a moment, she released the item and withdrew her hand to fold it over her lap as her gaze turned once more to the pit below.
Feb  8 02:44:05 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Flopping down into the corner of the plush couch, Alexandra Deckard stretches out her leather-clad legs with a sigh, crossing them at the ankle as she leans back. While one hand wanders idly to scratch behind the ears of the massive rottweiler beside her, the other pulls a small organiser into her lap, flipping swiftly through the small pages, all covered with her scrawled handwriting. Apparently finding the number she desired, she allows the faintest ghost of a smile to curve her lips as she rakes her fingertips back through her silken blonde tresses. Reaching for the phone on the end table with a languid motion, she flips it's settings to speakerphone before dialling carefully. Beside her, Fitzroy heaves a wistful sigh and closes his eyes, content.
Feb  8 02:48:28 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Waiting patiently for the call to connect, the young woman pulls a larger notebook into her lap atop the leatherbound organiser. Carefully turning the pages, she scans her notes thoughtfully, including a few old polaroids that tumble out, sliding down by her thigh, retrieved after a moment and viewed with a wry chuckle.
Feb  8 02:55:40 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I know all about the Darkness. I've been at this long enough, that I can handle whatever it is that a Setite might toss at me. Even their sorcery, as wretched as it is..", the Englishman states, "..I've been fighting them for a long time. Longer than most have been Embraced. After so long..", he pauses, allowing his full lips to curl into a bit of a smile as his emerald sights narrow into serpentine slits for just a split second, "..You could say that it's in my blood. Literally..". He doesn't move to explain himself past that, but neither does he move his arm from Leannan's touch.
Feb  8 03:03:00 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You shouldn't. You have a brain. You have a talent. That's all that it takes to get ahead in this sort of situation. In fact, what you can do is far more useful than most of what another can..", the Breton explains, tearing his sights from the battleground to gaze upon Leannan for a long moment, "..My suggestion would be to do the same to your terrorist boyfriend, as you did to yourself. Even if it does not fool whoever is looking for you, it will fool the mortal-kine. Someone has brought them into this, and in our world, such a thing is the equivalent of a nuclear bomb. Whoever did it is not messing around or having fun..".
Feb  8 03:05:12 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mhm, I know. I've already seen to that. But something else has me worried. There are factors that I'm having trouble wrapping my mind around." A slight frown tugged her lips down as she met the other's gaze. "You know...that unbelievable long version I spoke of earlier. I wonder if there isn't some form of enchantment that has rubbed off onto he and I from that damned tome..."
Feb  8 03:08:40 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..It's possible. Ancient Egypt was steeped in magic that is lost to most, these nights. Those in the know, in that age, could perform things that would become rejected by this more modern reality. Most all of it has been banished, but some still could remain in the objects that were close to those who wielded such arts..", Gareth explains, not looking back down to the battle that is taking place just yet.
Feb  8 03:12:32 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The girl's brows drew together slightly as she listened. Though her eyes revealed her worries, the hard line of her lips contrasted the vulnerability with a stubborn resolve. "Well, perhaps when this is all said and done I'll have learned something new and useful. And, if not, then I'll have an interesting story for some boring night down the line, hmm?"
Feb  8 03:17:46 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Appearing through the general hustling to and fro of Melrose Avenue, a slender blonde with striking white-blonde hair strides rather unhurriedly into Le Vie En Blanche, speaking quietly into a sleek silver cellphone as she weaves through other customers, offering a polite smile of apology to those she brushes by. Her booted feet thud gently upon the floor as she closes the relatively short distance to the counter. Despite the simple style of her attire, she carries herself with a natural poise, somewhat detached from her surroundings as her dark-lashed eyes rise to scan the menu behind the waiting attendant. Promising to call back whoever it is she was chatting to, she hangs up, slipping the cell into a back pocket. Flashing a warm smile that reveals youthful dimples, she murmurs her order, leaning her hands atop the counter and drumming her fingertips in a steady rhythmn as she waits.
Feb  8 03:20:08 :: (GC) Devon rposed: In the corner of the caf, amongst the few souls still out at this time of night, a single willowy figure can be seen standing idly in one corner. Cerulean eyes scan the room in a cautious and somewhat suspicious manner, studying each face with intense scrutiny. Yet, at the same time, there's a detached look within the youthful form's gaze, the passive expression upon angelic features offering no sign of thoughts or emotions. A single cup is grasped within pale hand, long fingers stroking the item with deft and nimble motions. As the new face enters the room, the youth's head tilts to the side in a curious and almost questioning manner.
Feb  8 03:25:37 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Sliding a few bills across the countertop and vaguely waving aside the offer of her change, the tall blonde scoops up her drink in one hand with a nod of thanks to her server. Tilting her head forward a little, she purses her lips to blow gently down through the small opening in the lid to cool the steaming surface, while her blue eyes scan the establishment searchingly, presumably hoping for somewhere to take a seat. The sweeping glance catches briefly on upon the gaze of the angelic youth, who she offers a slight smile, seeming unperturbed by the curious mannerism. Sliding by a few occupied chairs, the graceful young woman at last selects a table for herself and settles down into a seat. Propping her elbows comfortably atop the table, a low sigh escapes her, though whther of relief or simple weariness is difficult to ascertain.
Feb  8 03:30:17 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Most are on good behavior. It's rare to find a place such as this, and the vast population isn't willing to ruin it. Often-times, before I can get to a fight to break it up, the patronage has done so for me. Which is well enough, considering that it's a big place, and I've few people to work security..", the Breton admits, not seeming to mind at all the leaning touch of the woman at his side. The elevator moves up, but at a rather slow pace, and during the time, he fills the silence with more of his words, "..That is an appealing disguise that you're wearing. Perhaps as much so as the real you, in a different manner..".
Feb  8 03:34:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head straightening once more, one of the youth's lithe arms rises, bending at the elbow to bring the small cup to full lips. The lid is pressed against them for a moment before the beverage is lowered once more, arm falling back into place against a slender side. The bent elbow fits comfortably against the small dip between a trim waist and slightly curving hips. The woman's nod is returned politely, the motion a bit curt but holding a sense of sincerity. The hand not grasping the cup is crossed over a slender chest, hand hovering over the youth's heart. Long fingers gently trace the outline of a visible collarbone beneath the cover of flawless, alabaster skin in a feather-light touch.
Feb  8 03:37:34 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Glancing back toward the young girl after a moment and a tentative sip of her coffee, Alexandra calls gently across to her, gesturing toward the seat opposite with a graceful, if vaguely languid, motion of one hand by way of explanation. "Would you like to join me? I could use the company." The curve across her lips widens to a charismatic grin, encouraging in it's warmth, especially when accompanied by her innocent blue eyes and air of self-assurance, even at this late hour.
Feb  8 03:38:04 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..That we do. That we do..", the Englishman echoes, nodding to the woman, before losing himself to a distant look and some akward thought. After seconds though, he admits, "..You are a confusing woman. There are times when I want to kiss you. And there are times when I wish for nothing more than to kill you. Which is a good deal of the time. And now and then, there are times when I get the more base and human urge to just fuck you with a righteous passion..". This is all stated as if it were nothing but the obvious truth, even as his hand reaches out to press the red button on the elevator that is marked with a 'Stop' symbol.
Feb  8 03:44:36 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, is that so?" Came the soft reply as the blonde girl turned to fully face the man. Slender hands lifted to press against his chest, the tips ever so faintly trailing down against the fabric of his clothing. "Well, if it's any consolation..." As she began the confession, her sapphire orbs caressed his form as they sought his own. "The feeling is generally mutual. Women are a frustrating lot to begin with. Give one my heritage and we can be quite unbearable...wouldn't you say?" Pressing just a bit closer, she leaned up slowly and murmured. "Perhaps we just got off to a poor start initially."
Feb  8 03:45:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A moment's hesitation shows a moment of silent pondering by the androgynous figure, the expression showing more with the youthful form's eyes than upon finely-drawn features. Finally, another polite nod is given before several long strides close the distance between the two figures. Each step has a certain practiced ease to it, speed being replaced by precision as the few tables and chairs are navigated. Finally reaching the woman, the youth walks over to a chair beside her. However, a choice is made to linger behind a chair rather than sitting down, brilliant gaze looking at the item with a certain sense of object horror. Throat clearing softly, an expiation is given. "I don't sit on public chairs." Voice quiet and tone soft with a touch of velvet, the timbre is as androgynous as the figure who speaks the words.
Feb  8 03:49:20 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..All women are unbearable, no matter the heritage or the age..", Gareth admits, looking down a bit to stare into the face of the woman whom is now in front of him, "..And yes, we did get off to a poor start, initially. However, as old and set in my ways as I am, I will probably always hate you to one extent or another. Sometimes less, sometimes more..". He dips his head a bit, meeting her in the middle and catching up her bottom lip between his teeth, before tugging on it a bit roughly, "..However. There's more than one way to show it..".
Feb  8 03:49:36 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Though a soft chuckle escapes the taller girl, it seems pleasant enough, with no mockery evident in her tone as she speaks, shrugging to convey her lack of offense. "Fair enough. I don't use public bathrooms." The very thought causes a dainty wrinkle of her nose for the briefest of moments, before her expression relaxes back into mild curiosity. Eyeing the willowy figure with interest, she continues, gently questioning. "So, what's your name? I'm Alex." Her surely-non-eco cup is raised to her lips for a bolder sip this time, yet her eyes remain vividly focused.
Feb  8 03:54:09 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, that's quite alright...I am very female, after all. I was born spiteful." Heavy lashes half veiled vibrant eyes at the treatment. Reaching up, she allowed the backs of her fingers to caress his face before her wrist flicked lightly to bring those digits through his hair. Curling slightly in his locks, she gave an encouraging tug as she all but purred, "Best not to keep such tensions bottled up too long...wouldn't you agree?"
Feb  8 03:59:00 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Cup still grasped in one hand, the item seems almost forgotten for the moment as the youth replies, "My name's Devon.", is offered at a slightly higher volume, though the voice is still has an almost gentle sense to it. The fingers dancing against the skin over the collarbone apply more pressure, now rubbing lightly, though not leaving a mark. Weight is shifted slowly from heel to toe and back again in a slight rocking motion, well-polished leather boots creaking slightly from the motion. The woman is studied with a keen eye, and almost analytical and calculating process visible within the youth's gaze. Still, the emotion only dances lightly over features, never truly alighting into a full-on expression. "What brings you out?"
Feb  8 04:01:17 :: (GC) Gareth votes for Leannan
Feb  8 04:03:06 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: The woman grins lopsidedly, raising her cup in a brief toast. "Nice to meet you, Devon." Peering down at the remaining dregs of her rapidly consumed coffee, she sighs mock-dramatically. "And I needed something to keep me awake.. I have a report to write and it's a difficult one." With a conspiratorial glance toward Devon, she chuckles. "Besides.. hotel coffee sucks."
Feb  8 04:14:19 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slightly to the woman as she speaks, the almost quizzical sense about the motion suggests that the youth doesn't quite sympathize. However, be it due to lack of knowledge or lack of caring is slightly less clear. Slowly, the cup is once more brought to the youth's lips, a faint sipping sound now audible, for a few moments before the cup is lowered once more. The fingers rubbing against bare skin now begin to apply more pressure, the faintest blush of rose now barely marring the perfect complexion. Gaze drifting around the room once more, flitting from face to face, it soon returns to Alex once more. "So, what type of report?" After a moment, "If you don't mind talking about it...", is supplied as an obvious afterthought.
Feb  8 04:19:28 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: A shrug punctuates Alexandra's steadily fading interest in the topic, as well as her apparent lack of problem discussing it. "Just an investigation into this gang leader. Maybe you've heard of him.. Carl Carlson?" Though an elegant brow arches, she doesn't seem to be really expecting an answer, as she continues. "Fairly complicated reporting on someone I can't find a lead to. His buddies were extradited back to Lousiana so..." she trails off, glancing toward the street thoughtfully. One hand delicately toys with her cup, fiddling with the rim absently.
Feb  8 05:06:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Joe's Pool Hall.", is stated suddenly, almost before the woman is done talking. The words come out in a surprisingly calm manner though, a hint of a velvety tone within the words. "I've seen him there a few times." A soft puff of breath spills over the youth's lips in a sound much akin to a gentle sigh. "If you go there, dress like a biker and don't ask too many questions." The hint of velvet continues to mix with each syllable, smoothing the flow. There's a somewhat dark edge smoundering within the depths of the youth's pale gaze. The subject seeming to bring out a sense of discomfort, as something is muttered very quietly in another language.
Feb  8 05:12:53 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alexandra brightens visibly, the look of surprise at the unexpected burst of information remaining undisguised upon her pretty features. Pulling a pen from a pocket, she pulls a clean napkin toward herself, scribbling hastily. A muttered curse passes her lips as the pen momentarily fails to work, though after a moment 'Joe's Pool Hall' is visible enough upon the scrap of tissue. "Really? Can't say I've heard of it.." An upward glance catches the glimmer of discomfort upon the youth's features and she softens a little. "Thank you. I'm very grateful." Folding the napkin neatly, she tucks it away, looking thoughtful. "I've run into him before myself.. back in New Orleans. Strange guy."
Feb  8 05:15:54 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Anyone of interest? Why, not! Walking in through the alternating doors of the hotel, the woman had her signature duster on but underneath that she was actually wearing...a skirt! This was a first. A baby doll top that left the new piercing exposed hugged her chest and an angled skirt that went from mid thigh to just above the knee, left to right, wrapped about her hips. Blinking as she caught sight of the man in the lobby, a smile soon replaced the mildly surprised expression.
Feb  8 05:23:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The same almost bitter look remains hovering over the youth's features, the word 'strange', being mouthed in an almost snarling fashion. However, the momentary lapse of emotion seems to fade fairly quickly. "If you flirt with the bikers, they might brag to you about him." One broad shoulder is shrugged, the thinness of the limb becoming apparent from beneath the lightweight material of the youth's shirt. Another sense of deep pondering settles in once more, the youth's gaze becoming somewhat dazed, head beginning to nod, then shake, at something not visible to the rest of the world. Lips move wordlessly, at first, though after several moments of this, words become audible. "Shotgun... Car... Buckshot... Elijah!" The last words is said in a much louder voice than the rest, and it seems to mostly break the trance.
Feb  8 05:26:12 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Seeming equally fascinated and concerned, the darkly-clothed blonde quietly studies the youth's expression and watches as they seem to work through their thoughts, gently questioning the most audible word at the end of the mild outburst. "Elijah?" The oddness of the situation seems to go unnoticed, the young woman's obvious natural curiosity overcoming the strange mannerisms for the moment.
Feb  8 05:35:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Now rocking slightly from heel to toe and back again, the youthful figure's gaze still seems to be unfocused, eyes flitting around the room in an almost neurotic manner. The finger tracing the flesh over the collarbone arches slightly, a short nail now scratching at the skin, leaving an angry trail of red in its wake with each slow sweeping pass made. Nodding slightly to the woman, there's no verbal answer provided to the question at first. Eyes finally blinking, long lashes kiss rounded cheeks, casting spidery shadows against pale skin. "Elijah is my... Elijah is mine."
Feb  8 05:39:30 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alexandra nods slowly, picking her words carefully as she notes the youth's growing tension. "I see.. and has Elijah had anything to do with Carlson?" Leaning forward, she folds her arms on the tabletop, lean muscles flexing a little with the motion. The fingertips of one hand rise to sweep aside the resulting tumble of blonde hair across her right eye, her expression remaining genuine as she watches Devon. "Sorry.. it's just.. you seemed upset.. I figured maybe something happened.."
Feb  8 05:49:10 :: (GC) Alexandra votes for Devon
Feb  8 05:49:38 :: (GC) Devon votes for Alexandra
Feb  8 05:50:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking slowly, the youth's throat is cleared softly once more. "It's over.", is the only explanation supplied. Spoken softly, the words hold a sense of disbelieving within them. While the scratching continues in an almost compulsive manner, the willowy figure slowly stops rocking. "It's over.", is repeated once more, the words a little louder this time, belief now creeping into them. A deep breath is slowly inhaled through flaring nostrils, then exhaled gently though full lips. "Smiling Jack. They're rivals."
Feb  8 05:54:41 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: A comforting smile is offered as the seated young woman listens carefully. After a moment, a thought seems to occur to her. "Smiling Jack.. alright." One hand rises to rake back through her long hair as she sits back, her arms slowly folding across her abdomen. "So.. look, I feel like I ought to pay you somehow for all this.. I certainly didn't mean to dredge up old unpleasantness for you." Eyes the shade of lapis wander a little helplessly about the cafe, as though hoping to find the solution somewhere among the sticky tables and discarded cups.
Feb  8 06:13:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nails scratching skin raw by now, the youthful form's gaze levels at the woman, once more beginning to study her with a critical eye. "I'm... fine. We're both fine." Despite the power forced into the statement, they come out sounding rather meek. Blinking a few times in succession, the youth leans to the side a bit, one are reaching out to place the cup onto the table. The other drops down somewhat, nimble fingers reaching to flick open the snap holding one cargo pocket open. Digits disappearing into the pouch, they can be seen fishing around before reappearing, a small square of white paper held between two fingers. A phone number is neatly printed on it, the name Devon' written above it. Arm extending to the woman, the item is offered to her.
Feb  8 06:17:26 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Her brows arching a little to accompany her smile, the blonde accepts the card lightly between her fore and middle finger, twirling it to scan the name and number. Shifting her weight a little, she then rises to her feet, at last abandoning her cup atop the table. While Devon's card is slipped carefully into one pocket, another is deftly slid from another and offered in return. Relatively standard, it is adorned only with the name Alexandra Deckard embossed in a gold print, followed by a number. "Thanks.. here's mine, in case you think of anything you'd like." Dropping a few coins beside her cup, she grins slightly, once again flashing youthful dimples that add to the air of innocence and charm that surrounds her. "For now.. well, I guess I need to go buy some biker-looking stuff.." She glances down at her attire in amusement. "Or maybe just go scuff these up real good.."
Feb  8 06:29:03 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Accepting the card lightly between a thumb and forefinger, the youthful form takes it, glancing at it for a moment before once more bending down slightly. The card is slipped neatly into the same pocket before the opening is closed once more with a gentle pinch. Nodding in a vaguely supportive manner as the woman speaks, one shoulder shrugs slightly once more, though the willowy figure seeks eye contact. "Good... Luck.", is offered in a slightly socially awkward manner, though the meaning seems earnest by the look within cerulean eyes. Nodding politely in farewell, the youth watches the woman with a keen eye.
Feb  8 06:32:05 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alex inclines her head once more in thanks before stepping neatly to one side and around her small table. Raising one hand in a gesture of farewell, she starts toward the street once again, her stride far more purposeful than before.
Feb  8 06:50:01 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: The door of Joe's swings gently open, the small gap remaining slipped through by a slender blonde, soon followed by an immense rottweiler at her booted heels. Though she casts a cursory glance across the establishment and the patrons already gathered, her path continues with lengthy strides directly to the bar, where she slides onto a stool and leans her folded arms on the stained and mottled top. Muttering a quiet order, she allows her gaze to wander idly as she waits, the dog having slumped to the floor by the legs of her stool with an almighty sigh.
Feb  8 06:58:31 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Thanking the barman with the faintest ghost of a smile upon her lips, the young woman slides a few bills toward him with one hand, the other immediately reaching for the small glass set before her and knocking it back with practised ease. Catching the eye of the enormous man along the bar, she returns the nod, her blue eyes wandering over him thoughtfully before being politely averted.. after all, not everyone likes to be stared at. Her glance briefly follows his to the huge lump of dog at her feet, the softest hint of a chuckle escaping her as she regards the gently snoring form.
Feb  8 07:14:14 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: A gentle snort of amusement emits from the attractive blonde as she overhears the comment, though her expression seems good-natured enough. Sliding the glass back toward the bartender for a refill, she casts another sideways glance toward you, replying in a surprsingly throaty voice. "He got confused between the line for cute and the line for useful, I reckon." Cupping her chin in the palm of one hand, she sighs, awaiting her drink. Her free hand rakes back through her hair as her glittering blue eyes alight upon the pack of smokes.
Feb  8 07:20:44 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Huh," the big man replies with a deft display of wit.  He opens the pack and takes a cigarette before noticing your glance at the pack.  He nudges it across the space between you, "Grab one if you want," he says in his scotch and smoke tempered voice before he lights his own with a disposable lighter.  "He's big, anyway.  And rotties have a mean reputation, guess he doesn't need to be useful, yeah?"
Feb  8 07:26:40 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: With a grateful smile that reveals youthful dimples, the young woman reaches to pull a cigarette from the pack, placing it gently between her lips and speaking around it as she nods in agreement. "That's the plan anyway." Pulling a zippo from the back pocket of her pants, leaning slightly to one side, her smile warms as another drink is placed before her. Apparently deciding to run a tab instead of having to waste time on her, the barman moves on immediately down the bar. A deft snap of her wrist and she brings a spluttering flame to the tip of the smoke, her lighter being almost empty, it seems. Taking a slow, grateful drag, she then tilts her head back a little to blow a plume of spiralling smoke up toward the ceiling. Almost as an afterthought, placing the heavy lighter down on the bartop, she introduces herself. "I'm Alex, by the way."
Feb  8 07:37:38 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Toying with her glass this time, rather than downing the strong liquid it contains, the blonde inclines her head gently. "Likewise." Another glance sweeps across the clientele of Joe's as she asks, "This is probably totally unfair and stereotyping the man in the pool hall.. but would you happen to know anything about bikes?" Flashing an apologetic grin behind her glass as she brings it to her lips, Alex attempts to meet your gaze once again, somewhat sheepish at her query, it seems.
Feb  8 10:06:38 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Feb  8 11:08:11 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: Patrick dies...just...dies.
Feb  8 13:59:55 :: (GC) Dizon forced Patrick to quit
Feb  8 14:00:05 :: (GC) Dizon forced Patrick to quit
Feb  8 14:00:10 :: (GC) Dizon forced Patrick to quit
Feb  8 14:00:11 :: (GC) Dizon frozen by Endymion.
Feb  8 14:00:47 :: (GC) Dizon un-frozen by Endymion.
Feb  8 15:07:26 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Everyone needs to look up the movie 'Fido'. It is one of the greatest Zombie movies of recent date.
Feb  8 16:24:41 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Poll: What's the shortest amount of time its ever taken you to go from normal to orgasm. Weither masturbation, sex, or oral. 
Feb  8 16:26:38 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Only 2 people out of entire pbase have ever orgasmed?
Feb  8 16:50:16 :: (GC) Calyce gechoed: Patrick's housemate is SMITEDEDED!
Feb  8 17:02:03 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I've been dead for a long time." He says, leaning back against the couch, still staring at the area before him with little emotion. "And, you're going to kill me anyways." He doesn't seem to be particularly negative about these two statements. The waiter seems to be pointing them out matter-of-factly, nothing of his own opinions slipping through.
Feb  8 17:02:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The faintest hint of a secretive smile plays upon Devon's lips now, "Oh, I was alive Elijah. I had to breath, I had a pulse, I was just never HUMAN." His head turns upon saying this last part, gaze falling up the man within an arm's length of him on the couch. However, nothing about this fact is elaborated upon. "You never know Elijah. You might outlive me. My blood will keep you from aging, and even if I meet Final Death, the blood of another can continue to fuel you." Pausing here, seemingly for both dramatic and affect and a hint of pondering, he quietly adds, "And then, there is the third option..."
Feb  8 17:19:41 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slowly in a somewhat thoughtful manner, Devon doesn't lean into the touch, nor does he pull away from it. A solemn, almost somber look ghosts over his features without ever truly alighting upon them. "I cam bring you fully into my world. I can make it so that you ascend death and shed mortality." Pausing for a moment, an action that creates an added hint of drama, he continues, "I can make you a Cainite, like me." A soft breath is drawn, then exhaled in a true sigh. "Right now, it's not a gift I am willing to grant you. But it is something you can aspire towards." A sense of hope rings out at the end of this statement.
Feb  8 17:22:35 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Without looking away, Elijah responds in a straightforward, business-like tone. "Are you satisfied with your existence?"
Feb  8 17:24:35 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Very much so." Devon's tone, too, holds a candid bluntness to it, though they're obviously sincere. "I
Feb  8 17:29:46 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Very much so." Devon's tone, too, holds a candid bluntness to it, though they're obviously sincere. "I don't think I've ever truly regretted a moment of it." The satisfaction is audible now, seeming to spread upwards until it flares within the pale, almost icy, depths of Devon's critical gaze. "I know some who feel differently though." He doesn't elaborate on the last comment, seeming to dismiss the notion with casual ease, as though the entire notion is completely and utterly absurd.
Feb  8 17:42:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head turning slightly, Devon watches his ward from out of the corner of an eye, gaze analyzing him all the while. "What are you thinking about now?" The question is posed in the same manner used the first two times it was asked. There's a hint of curiosity within the words, though it's a bit more calculating than curious. One tawny brow does arch though, showing a vague sense of personal interest.
Feb  8 17:46:07 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I'm wondering if they'll ever promote me at work. If I stop drugging myself out of my mind, my work might pick up." A tiny grin pulls at his lips for a moment, before falling away to be replaced by the same lazy apathy. "And I'm thinking about why I feel ashamed to touch you."
Feb  8 17:59:30 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head now turning fully, Devon's gaze falls upon the hand clutching his own. Once more, nothing is done to remove it from the other man's grasp, nor is any effort made to reciprocate it. Still perched neatly in the dead center of one of the cushions, his weight shifts slightly to one side, angling his willowy form slightly towards his companion. "Tell me what you've been thinking, ever since you fell from my good graces. What has each day has been like?" Own face still a mask of blank perfection, he adds carefully, "You can hold in your emotions and use them to fuel each of your actions, but thoughts are far more precious."
Feb  8 18:19:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slowly as the other man speaks, there's a hint of knowing within Devon's eyes. The look isn't quite sympathy, but more along the lines of understanding. Both hands shift, moving to rest upon his thighs at first, wide palms placed flat upon them and fingers tapping lightly at the denim of his pants. After a few moments of silence though, he lifts them up once more, one hand reaching out slightly to beckon to his companion while the other pats lightly at his lap. "Lay down.", is whispered in a quite manner, hands seeming to indicate that he wants the other man's head to rest in his lap.
Feb  8 18:45:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Hands begin to gently caress Elijah's hair, long fingers moving through the strands with gentle strokes. Each motion brings them closer to the man's face, long movements beginning to shorten. Finally, cool digits begin to caress Elijah's face with varying degrees of pressure, each motion precise in it's mannerism. "Each feeling you have can be harnessed. Anger, fear, sadness, even joy can be used as fuel to propel you through existence." Devon's own fall partially closed now, though it seems to be more from relaxation than fatigue. "Each thought you have is something precious. The power of the mind is complex and beautiful thing Elijah." Fingers still massaging his ward's visage, the youthful form continues, "Think out loud for me, Elijah. Just say what your mind creates."
Feb  8 18:53:36 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's face relaxes, a calming breath blown from his lungs as his hands flatten over his chest, skin barely pressed together over his tie as his fingers rest on his chest. "It feels so good, to feel you." He says, the words coming from his lips without hesitation or any other negative emotion. "I'm thinking that when Donovan tried to give me life lessons, he pissed me off. Yours are nice. Calming. It's like telling me that I don't have to work through a system of bullshit to accomplish something. Because all I need is the stuff between my ears." His fingers begin to twitch on his chest, his will to touch the other man more apparent by the second, though he refrains from actually reaching up. For the moment he simply breathes long, soothing breaths, feeling Devon's fingers with every will of his being. "For the last few days I thought you didn't care for me like I care for you. I wasn't sure. I felt like I was just floating through my day with nothing to look forward to. A relationship that wasn'
Feb  8 18:53:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "A relationship that isn't mutual." The words flow easily under Devon's touch, his body and features entirely relaxed.
Feb  8 19:08:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "My blood in you creates the sensation of love. Whatever affections you feel have been magnified with each drink you've taken of my vitae." Devon's head bows down towards his companion's face, lips hovering only inches away from the other man's forehead. "I didn't feed you until I knew that your feelings were true to start." Fingers pausing in their motion, the youthful form removes one hand, raising it to push a few loose golden ringlets from his angelic face. "But I chose to feed you because I too care. It's... different... for me. But it's still genuine and holds meaning." A deep breath is drawn, causing a slender chest to heave slightly. "You disappointed me Elijah. You angered me. But You didn't loose my affections."
Feb  8 19:22:41 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Both hands return to Elijah's face now, beginning to stroke his skin once more. "If I asked you to do something, how far would you go?" The question, while spoken in a balanced and even tone, holds a hint of dark curiosity to it. At the same time, a dark glint shows in Devon's eyes, though it fades in an instant as the words pass his lips. "How far would you go to fully become part of my world?" Now a thoughtful sense seems to overcome the youthful figure, as though this question is something both long hidden and suddenly realized.
Feb  8 19:24:39 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Suddely for no real reason you're all hit by a big ass explosion
Feb  8 19:31:25 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's eyes flutter open, dark pupils locked on Devon's the moment they are exposed. His head lifts up a few inches from Devon's waist, lips moving more closely towards the youth as the emotions bottled inside of him seem to flow out all at once. "I would go as far as you needed me to. And I would cross the line. I would think for myself to accomplish for you."
Feb  8 19:44:16 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head rising up and tilting to the side slightly, Devon quietly asks, "You don't think for yourself now?" The question is posed in an even tone, any expression the words might bring carefully hidden beneath a mask of neutrality. "You don't follow the line drawn by society. Am I such an influence that your mind bends only to my will?" Still, the words hold more curiosity than pride or disappointment. Head reaming just out of reach from the other man's lips, his gaze continues to study his companion with a critical eye.
Feb  8 20:11:01 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I rather like your brain. I'm sure it deserves a little more credit." The words, while holding an almost jesting meaning, are spoken with sincerity. "Why do you think I chose you Elijah? I know that you don't understand everything yet. That choice was more mine than yours." Drawing another gentle breath, Devon continues, "But what do you THINK?" One brow arches slightly upon stating the last word. "You have a lovely mind. I rather like some of the thoughts that flow from it." One hand moves once again to Elijah's hair, combing through it with long, soft strokes.\
Feb  8 20:30:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I can build a man's body and break him mind in one night. I've done it before and I'm sure I'll do it again some day." Devon's head lowers again, facing downwards to his ward. "I'd like you to be there. To see what I am, what I do. You might be there as my ward, a servent born of blood." Leaning down further, he adds, "But I'd like you to be more. So much more." Eyes seeking the other man
Feb  8 20:32:56 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I can build a man's body and break him mind in one night. I've done it before and I'm sure I'll do it again some day." Devon's head lowers again, facing downwards to his ward. "I'd like you to be there. To see what I am, what I do. You might be there as my ward, a servant born of blood." Leaning down further, he adds, "But I'd like you to be more. So much more." Gaze seeking out the other man's eyes, he all but whispers, "Tonight, here and now, will you make a promise to me? A deal that agrees that you will devote yourself to reaching that goal as well?"
Feb  8 20:51:46 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slowly, Devon's hand gently brushes against Elijah's forehead, the other caressing his cheek. "And you're not going to. At least not for a small while." A pause brings a sense of pondering before the youthful figure adds, "Though, I do have a slightly different sense of time..." One shoulder shrugs in a nonchalant manner, not seeming to be horribly bothered by the beginning of the other man's suffering. "Either way, this is all part of your promise and punishment. Accept the suffering as a price for enlightenment."
Feb  8 21:07:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: After offering a reassuring pat to Elijah's back and a gentle stroke through his hair, Devon arm's wrap about the other man, urging his to stand up. His own legs are collected beneath his willowy frame as he too attempts to climb to his feet. "I know this is going to hurt. Let's try to focus on something else." Light pressure being applied to his companion now as he attempts to use himself as a counterbalance, eyes staring at the nearest bookcase.
Feb  8 21:11:58 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter presses against the youthful form more tightly, holding back a sob and transferring the pain to his body. It seems Devon's policy against crying has entered deep into the troubled man's psyche, and he continues through the convulsions without a single tear, though his face isn't visible. He nearly falls over as Devon attempts to stand him up, and he relies heavily on the support of the other man. Incoherent, fractured statements spill from his lips like half-digested thoughts, things brought into existence and thrown away as soon as they're born. 
Feb  8 21:23:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The reaction to withdrawal seems to be more than Devon expected, though he seems to have no problem holding the other man up despite his rather weak-looking physique. "Listen to each word I say Elijah. Pay careful attention and do what you can to follow my instructions." Part of the distance between the bookcase is closed, though at less than half the speed the willowy form usually travels at. "How do you spell cat? I'll spell it with you. C-A-T, cat. Dog, spell the word 'dog'..." As he speak, his gaze shifts between his companion and his desired destination.
Feb  8 21:26:36 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I-" Another quake hits his body, hard, and nearly sends him tumbling over again if it wasn't for the youth holding him up. "Didn't.... ever think... I'd feel it again." His eyes shoot wide open, then close tightly, then shoot open again with each wave of pain that hits him. "Dee...." He says, cut off by a convulsion, pressing tightly against the youth, allowing the other man to guide him. "Oh.... Gee..."
Feb  8 21:53:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the pair close the distance between themselves and the bookcase, one of Devon's arm's is worked loose from the support system created, shifting the weight to a shoulder. Hand wide open, his arm is outstretched towards the bookcase, fingers seeking out a specific tome, even with his eyes looking at his ward. "Good. What's your birthday?" The words are asked in a slightly less 'rapid-fire' manner than usual, though there is a certain demanding to them that emphasize the face that the youthful form is speaking. With a little more effort, the book is collected and the outstretched arm is pulled back towards a willowy frame.
Feb  8 22:12:48 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Feb  8 22:44:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding a few times before realizing that the action is probably completely useless, Devon continues to keep walking and talking. The book is held carefully against his side, Elijah still leaning heavily against his willowy frame for support. As he prepares to take his ward in a lap around the room, a sudden realization suddenly dawns within his gaze. "Elijah, are you going to vomit?", is asked in a tone that suggests that he's not fully sure the answer is desired until it's, 'no'. As a precaution, he pauses the trek in front of the bathroom, waiting for the reply.
Feb  8 22:57:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Hand reaching in to flip on the light, Devon's eyes are closed as he enters the room, as though in a desperate attempt not to see what has happened to his bathroom. His boots thud again the tile floor with each step made, as though knowing the layout by heart, even without the light on. "Elijah, should I open my eyes?" While the question might seem humors, the youth's tone is dead serious. One brow manages to raise slightly in the process of asking the question, though even this expression seems to be rather solemn. 
Feb  8 23:03:05 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The sound of the toilet flushing is the response Devon gets, until the sink is turned on and tiny splashes are made as Elijah cleans himself up. "Ye-ha.... Everything's clean...." The sink turns off and the smell of mint fills the air as the waiter puts a dab of toothpaste on his tongue. The sink is turned on again as he washes out his mouth, until everything falls silent and Elijah stares at the youth, afraid to touch the other man.
Feb  8 23:10:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes cracking open slowly, Devon nods a bit. "Feeling...better?" The words are spoken in a clam manner, though there's a certain sense of awkward unknowing, a certain lack of socialization showing once more. Upon opening his eyes, Devon nods in satisfaction, book still clutched beneath one arm. "Are you going to have to... do that... again?" A slight shudder runs down the youth's spine, though the motion isn't made obvious. "Otherwise, I have something else for you to do." One arm reaches across his chest, palm patting the book in an affectionate manner.
Feb  8 23:18:25 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter puts his hand out to balance against the sink, but he suddenly tenses up again. His hand slips from the sink and he falls for what seems an eternity, before colliding with the tiled floor with a loud thump, curling up into a convulsing ball on the ground, his features entirely pain-ridden.
Feb  9 00:51:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Cerulean eyes visually assess the fallen figure with analytical precision, though the slightest hint of concern can be seen within their pale depths. 
Feb  9 02:49:59 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The light rain falls from the sky in gentle droplets on this Los Angeles night, the heavens weeping bitter, smog-tasting tears, angered and saddened by the sorry state of the planet. Many folk however, seem to not care about this rather lamentable fact, and stride down the streets quietly, subdued by the downcast weather, their bright umbrellas shielding them from the rain. One such set is a man and a girl who walk beneath a plain black umbrella. The man, obviously french by his look, wears a pair of mirrored sunglasses, shielding his eyes from the view of others, his sandy blonde bangs softly set above the lenses. The girl looks to be no more than 15 or 16, and she looks meekly at the ground as they walk, her long black dress almost trailing on the ground behind her.
Feb  9 09:31:57 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Slipping through the doors of the pool hall behind a small group of large, leather-clad gents, Alexandra Deckard makes her way toward the bar unhurriedly. Minus the dog that accompanied her the last time she was seen here, she seems nonetheless to be in a good mood, hands shoved deep in her pockets as she strides across the floor. The slender blonde is relatively well-dressed, considering her bar of choice, a pair of baggy jeans flapping loosely about her legs as she moves. A nod of greeting is offered toward Patrick as she slides into a stool.
Feb  9 09:36:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DLess than four steps behind the blonde is a well-dressed hispanic man, his bald head shining in the lights of the pool hall. A black hand is imprinted on his scalp, open for all to see, a deep black that matches the shadowy depths of his abyssal irises. His hands rise as soon as he steps foot into the club, adjusting a black tie fit snugly around his neck and down his chest. He casts a dark-eyed gaze around the establishment, cold authority in his expression. He takes a seat at the bar, his black eyes turned towards the bartender. "@rRum and Coke.@D"@W
Feb  9 09:43:09 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Swinging about in her seat to lean back against the bar, the attractive young woman grins good-naturedly toward the far larger man who addresses her. One hand rises to sweep aside a few errant strands of white blonde from her eyes as she casts a cursory glance over the other patrons, noting the well-dressed figure by the bar.. a suit rather stands out in this crowd, after all. "Not tonight. He's 'guarding' my room. Also known as snoring loudly on the couch." Glimpsing the bartender over one shoulder, she takes the opportunity to place her order before returning to her conversation. "And how has your day been?" Despite the small talk, she seems genuinely interested, waiting for a response as well as her drink.
Feb  9 09:46:53 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DAfter paying, the oddly authoritative hispanic man raises his glass, ice letting out a drum roll as it bumps into the sides of the glass. He tips the glass back a fraction of an inch, the liquid within coating his lips as his dark, mysterious eyes stare out over the rim of his drink. "@rMmm. Certainly my kind of crowd.@D" The man comments dryly, his voice barely a mutter as his gaze surveys the occupants of the pool hall, a thin, black eyebrow rising on his forehead as the glass is returned to the bartop.@W
Feb  9 09:50:16 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: The door to the pool hall opens and in steps a handsome young man with alabaster skin. Dressed in rather extravagant clothing he makes his way through the rough crowd nonchalantly, with a guitar case in his freehand. Slipping around the mexican in his way he moves to sit near the jukebox and orders a shot and a bud light.
Feb  9 09:54:28 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: A glimmer of recognition registers in the blonde's expression as she momentarily follows the progress of the dark-haired youth across the floor, though her attention returns to the bar as her drink is set down by her elbow. Offering a brief smile of thanks toward the bald barman, she then looks to Patrick with a rueful grin, following his glance toward the new arrivals. "What does that make me, fourth place?" she queries, in mock-indignation. At his question, though, she resumes her relaxed lean against the stained and aged bartop, shrugging one slender shoulder noncommitally. "Not too bad, I guess. Working, nothing exciting."
Feb  9 09:56:22 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe ice tinkles again as the rum and coke is raised, another half-sip taken by the hispanic man. His eyes watch everything around him alertly, following the youth for only a second before his attentive gaze roams the room. The well-dressed fellow doesn't seem to be searching for anything in particular, merely watching the goings-on around him.@W
Feb  9 10:06:58 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Guess I misspoke mysefl," Patrick says with a sheepish smile and a faint blush.  "Should have said the best dressed, /man/ in the place."  He turns on his own stool and looks over the ther occupants of the bar before adding, "Truth to tell, you're surely the winner in the womens category."  His blush deepens a touch and he keeps his gaze directed towards the rest of the bar.  "So, what do you do for work, Alex?" he asks before his attention is distracted by the young man with the guitar.  "Looks like the night's gonna get interesting, not much live music in here."
Feb  9 10:08:33 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alexandra reaches for her bottle, absently bringing it to her lips for a swig before settling to simply toy with it in one hand, crossing her denim-clad legs comfortably at the knee. Almost as an afterthought, a pack of Marlboros is produced from her pocket, one cigarette drawn from within by her lips. Speaking around the filter, she tosses the pack onto the bar in order to search vaguely for a lighter. "Thanks." she replies, simply, grinning in amusement at the boyish flush of color on Patrick's cheeks, "And I work at one of the local papers." Following his gaze toward the youth, she arches an elegant brow in evident interest.
Feb  9 10:12:09 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA faint smile touches the hispanic man's lips as his eyes fall on the youthful guitarist again, an amused smirk that breaks the cold stoicism of his features. "@rOh, interesting is an understatement, I'm afraid. This particular musician's talent is unrivaled by anything this world has to offer, an angel among the City of Frauds.@D" The man's dark eyes move towards Patrick, staring the bruiser in the eyes as he speaks, his words smooth and well-placed. "@rAnd I don't offer compliments very often.@D" His features fall flat again, eyes turned to the youth in anticipation of the music.@W
Feb  9 10:25:23 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: A soft smile falls upom the alabaster youth's lips at the praise of the other man, though nothing is spoken directly to the man. Looking instead towards the barkeep he speaks a few very soft words before nodding his head, the apparent selection of music having been chosen.  Waiting a few moments he begins to play softly, his guitar takes a unique tinge to it it as he murmurs softly along to the tune that now fills the bar, "Send away for a priceless gift, one not subtle one not on the list..." (9 successes playing 7 successes singing)
Feb  9 10:32:08 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Accepting the proferred lighter with a grateful smile, Alexandra nods gently in assent toward the large figure beside her. "I'm afraid so.." she confirms, "But don't hold it against me, okay?" A teasing grin plays across her lips as she lights her cigarette, taking a long drag and sliding the lighter onto the bartop by Patrick's pack of smokes. Her vivid blue eyes wander back toward the young musician as he begins to play and her expression softens to one of unabashed admiration. "I wish I could sing."
Feb  9 10:35:13 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man remains entirely silent, watching the youth play without interrupting the music with a single word. His attention lies solely on the musician, though his features don't break aware from their cold, attentive expression. He doesn't respond to Patrick.@W
Feb  9 10:46:00 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "I won't ma'am," Patrick says softly, just audible over the heavenly music the young man is producing.  Absentmindedly he picks up his lighter and opens his cigarette pack, taking one out and lighting it with one hand while the other keeps a tattoo tapping on his thigh.  "Can't sing either," he says as he turns to look back at Alexandra, "I'd only hold it against you if you weren't a good reporter," he continues with a grin, "and I don't doubt you're good at your job."
Feb  9 10:48:49 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Grinning again back at Patrick, the young woman takesanother healthy swig from her beer before setting the bottle down gently on the bar. "Well, I haven't been fired yet, guess that's a good sign.." she murmurs quietly, idly flicking the ash from her cigarette. Absently humming along with the familiar melody for a moment, she then catches herself and stops, seeming a little embarassed. "So, what do you do?" she asks of Patrick, brightly glossing over her lapse into not quite harmonious accompaniment.
Feb  9 10:50:56 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's head turns ever so slightly, dark, ominous eyes peering at the large man and the reporter. One hand rises slowly, his index finger extending upward before being pressed against his lips. When this is done he looks back at the guitarist, without a single change in his expression.@W
Feb  9 10:54:23 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's head turns ever so slightly, dark, ominous eyes peering at the large man and the reporter. One hand rises slowly, his index finger extending upward before being pressed against his lips. When this is done he looks back at the guitarist, without a single change in his expression.@W
Feb  9 11:00:51 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Kenneth
Feb  9 11:00:58 :: (GC) Dizon forced Kenneth to noooc
Feb  9 11:01:26 :: (GC) Dizon forced Kenneth to noooc
Feb  9 11:03:12 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Not noticing the gesture from the well dressed gentleman nearby, the blonde nods her understanding toward the large man as they converse quietly by the bar. "Yeah.. I haven't lived here that long myself. Moved here from New Orleans maybe a month ago?" She shrugs, taking another long drag from her cigarette before exhaling a plume of smoke toward the ceiling. Casting Patrick a sidelong glance, she arches a brow almost disbelievingly. "The priesthood, huh? .. can't say religion is something I've ever been convinced by myself.." Tucking a wayward lock of hair behind her ear, she shifts her blue-eyed gaze toward the musician, drawn almost against her will by the mournful song.
Feb  9 11:05:12 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rPlease be quiet.@D" The hispanic man says in a rather detached voice, though the authority from his features transfers into his words. He raises the rum and coke to his lips, his expression entirely stoic as the liquid once more wets his mouth.@W
Feb  9 11:07:51 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb  9 11:11:06 :: (GC) Dizon forced Alexandra to motd
Feb  9 11:17:34 :: (GC) Patrick frozen by Dizon.
Feb  9 11:18:05 :: (GC) Patrick un-frozen by Dizon.
Feb  9 11:18:47 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Turning at last to regard the hispanic man, Alexandra raises her eyebrows in an expression of polite enquiry, glancing about the pool hall at the other patrons by way of explanation. Her tone remains low and even as she addresses him in return. "Sorry, was that aimed at the -entire- bar, or just me?" She offers a faint smile before knocking back another mouthful of beer. Shaking back her long hair with a sigh, she stubs out the last of her cigarette, eyeing Patrick in amusement from beneath her lashes, barely stifling a chuckle. "And yes, it's a lovely place. You ought to visit it sometime."
Feb  9 11:24:14 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth turns his head again, staring at the woman with the same cold, calculating gaze. Apparently deciding that it's not worth arguing, he instead turns his attention to the bruiser, putting on his best charming smile. "@rMilitary training, hmmm? Tell me, have you any fascinating war stories you might recount, to quench the thirst of my ear for something worthwhile in this place, without something incessant yapping in the other?@D"@W
Feb  9 11:45:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rMhm.@D" He replies simply, the noise leaving his mouth through closed lips. He turns his attention towards the rest of the bar, watching each movement and loud noise with the utmost attention. "@rAnd I see you've got the self-control of a military man, as well. Tell me, how sharp are you?@D" As Kenneth asks this he suddenly delivers a left hook to the large man's head, knocking him from his barstool.@W
Feb  9 11:49:28 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rMhm.@D" He replies simply, the noise leaving his mouth through closed lips. He turns his attention towards the rest of the bar, watching each movement and loud noise with the utmost attention. "@rAnd I see you've got the self-control of a military man, as well. Tell me, how sharp are you?@D" As Kenneth asks this he suddenly delivers a left hook to the large man's head, knocking him from his barstool.@W
Feb  9 12:02:56 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man lets out a little sigh as the punch first connects, clearly disappointed with the other man's lack of attention. He straightens his tie just in time to let his hands fall down and catch the incoming foot, (first action), and then with a simple twist of his arms he attempts to throw the other man to the ground with his hold on Patrick's foot(second action).
Feb  9 12:07:40 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As Kenneth takes his time to look sharp, the muscular giant spins in place, bringing a powerful foot up and though the other man attempts some kind of judo catch and throw he can't do anything but roll back as the goliath's powerful heel digs into his chest, sending the hispanic man tumbling a few feet back and allowing the bigger man some breathing room.
Feb  9 12:12:53 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Momentarily stunned by the swiftness of the unprovoked attack, Alexandra then slides from her seat, glaring at the hispanic man as he is sent stumbling backwards. Offering a hand toward Patrick, her blue eyes glitter with indignant fury. "What the hell is your problem?" Muttering something further under her breath, she looks to the fallen man. "You okay?"
Feb  9 12:17:05 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man rises to his feet quickly, reaching up and tugging on the sides of his suit coat, pulling his clothing and his appearance back into place as a smirk slides onto his calculating features. "@rVery, very nice. I was afraid you might disappoint me. Will you... /Accompany me outside/, for some fresh air?@D" (Dominate 2)
Feb  9 12:20:51 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Oddly enough the patrons and even the bartender don't even seem phased by the quick scuffle and just continue drinking their beers though they do watch out of amusement.
Feb  9 12:24:02 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Nodding in return to the far larger man, the slender blonde shoots another irritated glance toward the troublemaker before retaking her seat at the bar. A moment later, however, her attention is distracted with a start at the sound of singing nearby, her dark-lashed eyes scanning the pool hall in search of the source.
Feb  9 12:31:23 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic's expression doesn't even falter, he merely takes his seat, features becoming coldly professional as a twenty dollar bill is slipped out, along with a business card. He orders two beers for the large man, keeping his gaze on everything, and nothing in particular. The biker is spared a cursory glance. "@rLet me start by saying that I wasn't impressed by the fight. That was to be expected. What caught my eye was your use of self-control, even when I insulted you and your friend there.@D" Kenneth's voice is smooth and business-like, his words coming without any hesitation or thought. The beer is opened quickly as he places it in front of Patrick, pressing the business card to the bar top next to the beer. "@rAny massive buffoon can kick someone in the chest, but a massive buffoon who has the etiquette and nerves to take an insult without using his massive buffoon super-powers, well, that's not exactly a massive buffoon.@D" The hispanic man extends his hand, no shit-eating smile present on 
Feb  9 12:31:35 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man extends his hand, no shit-eating smile present on his features, only cold, business-like logic. "@rKenneth Giles.@D"@W
Feb  9 12:31:41 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Patrick and the mexican are ignored it seems as soon as Carl enters. The bald biker behind the bar shouts, "Hey, you! Get the fuck out of here we don't cater to dumbshites who can't fucken read the only fucken rule." A shotgun coming up from beneath the bar and being trained upon Carl as the bikers at the bar quickly move the fuck out of the way, crowding up against the walls with their drinks.
Feb  9 12:34:21 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Appearing only mildly alarmed at the appearance of the shotgun, the attractive young woman at the bar instead follows it's direction toward Carl, studying him intently for a long moment. A glance is spared for the bikers as they hurriedly move aside.. clearly this troubles them more than a typical bar-fight.
Feb  9 12:37:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The waiter puts his hand out to balance against the sink, but he suddenly tenses up again. His hand slips from the sink and he falls for what seems an eternity, before colliding with the tiled floor with a loud thump, curling up into a convulsing ball on the ground, his features entirely pain-ridden.
Feb  9 12:37:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Cerulean eyes visually assess the fallen figure with analytical precision, though the slightest hint of concern can be seen within their pale depths. A few quick strides turn Devon around and carry him from the bathroom and into the main room once more. The arm clutching the book reaches out to quickly, yet carefully, return the item neatly to its place on the shelf. Nodding once in satisfaction, the willowy figure turn back around and strides back into the bathroom. Once beside his companion again, he crouches down, stretching out his arms and grasping the other man around the biceps and shoulders, trying to pull him back up into at least a sitting position.
Feb  9 12:41:17 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Awwww, shit," the big man says on seeing the shotgun come up from it's home under the bar, otherwise not doing anything to attract the attention of the man holding it.  "Pardon my French," he says in an aside to Alex.  He turns back to face Kenneth again, and smiles.  "Missed the part of the conversation where I told the young lady I'd been a priest?" he asks with a smile to disarm any offense that might have been conveyed by his dry tone.  He accepts the beer with his left hand and envelops the Kenneths right with his own.  "Pleasure to meet you Mr. Giles.  Name's Patrick McCarthy."  He takes a swig from the bottle with obvious relish and places it back on the bar, "But yeah.  No body ever claimed I was a genius, or all that calm either.  Guess it must be old age," he jokes.
Feb  9 12:41:29 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Though Carl's speech seems to sway one guy he throws his voice into the chant he is quickly laid out by the other bikers and told to shut the fuck up. Joe stands there behind his mesh wire, aiming the shotgun at Carl. "Carlson, we're gonna make this real simple that way even you can understand it. Get out.  There's only one rule in this bar, and you broke it. No foreign objects especially guns. Be glad I ain't calling the cops on your ass and get to steppin before I put this slug in your other knee."
Feb  9 12:44:27 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alexandra's expression twitches into amusement as she makes eye contact with Carl briefly, though other than a faint toast with her beer bottle, she doesn't bother to respond. She offers Patrick a smile and a minute shake of her head, unoffended by his slip and evidently trying not to eavesdrop on his conversation. Her free hand rises to rake her fingertips back through her hair, a secret smile lingering on her lips for a long moment.
Feb  9 12:46:23 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man shakes Patrick's hand with a grip much firmer than the larger man's, surprisingly, before he releases the hand and stands to his feet. Without so much as blinking at the shotgun, one finger snakes out, tapping the card on the bar as Kenneth leans in, speaking over the rest of the bar into Patrick's ear. "@rWe'll talk again, Mr. McCarthy. I've a noble job for you, rivaling anything you may have done in your life. Keep yourself well, I'll be in touch.@D" With that, the hispanic moves a few steps to the left, leaning in to whisper in Alexandra's ear, before walking out of the bar, fixing his tie along the way.@W
Feb  9 12:49:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Once more,  Devon grasps his companion about the arms and shoulders, pulling him into a sitting position once more. However, this time he helps to hold the other man up. Working his own body into a kneeling position this time, he allows Elijah's head to rest upon a broad-yet-boney shoulder. Both arms shift so that they can grasp the other figure from under his arms. Nothing is said, but one hand gently pats and rubs the other man's back.
Feb  9 12:50:34 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Hope this isn't news worthy," Patrik says giving Alex a laughing glance.  "Last thing we need is tourists wandering in here, after hearing about Joe's on the news."  The big man picks up the card next to his beer and gives it a quick glance before slipping it into his cigarette pack.  "What was that Joe?  You tried to shoot that poor man in the knee?  Thought your aim was better'n that, guy's still walking."  He picks his beer back up and tips it towards Carl, might want to vacate my friend, at least for a couple of days.  Let things blow over maybe?"
Feb  9 12:53:46 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: "It's not the bar I'm interested in." Alexandra replies, her gaze remaining steadily upon Carl as he retreats, her expression unreadable and her tone even. As the mouthy biker disappears from view, she looks to Patrick with a slight grin, revealing a single dimple. Following his look toward the bartender, her head tilts thoughtfully to one side and she beckons him toward her.
Feb  9 12:54:38 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Shaking his head Joe mutters something under his breath as the place gets back to normal slowly once Carl leaves. Putting his shotgun away again, Joe starts cleaning glasses anew, ignoring Patrick and anyone else's questions.
Feb  9 12:55:05 :: (GC) Carl votes for Alexandra
Feb  9 13:02:03 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Laughing softly as she raises her beer, Alexandra quirks a brow at the large man beside her. "Oh, we've met before. And you're quite right, he's not." With a surprisingly nonchalant shrug, she takes a swig of her beer before continuing. "If I gave up everytime I was called a bitch or a whore, I wouldn't be in this business, I guess."
Feb  9 13:06:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Once more,  Devon grasps his companion about the arms and shoulders, pulling him into a sitting position once more. However, this time he helps to hold the other man up. Working his own body into a kneeling position this time, he allows Elijah's head to rest upon a broad-yet-boney shoulder. Both arms shift so that they can grasp the other figure from under his arms. Nothing is said, but one hand gently pats and rubs the other man's back.
Feb  9 13:09:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "GeeeeEEE..." Elijah's voice fluctuates as another spasm of pain hits his body. He relies heavily on Devon's presence, pressing his body into the other man, though his arms don't have the strength to wrap about the youth's form. "Did... you wanna.." He pauses, grimacing in pain, though it seems this burst isn't quite as painful and he manages to choke out the rest of his question. "Read to... me?"
Feb  9 13:13:50 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Chuckling again, the young woman drains her bottle and sets it down, sliding a few bills across toward Joe. "I don't know that forgiving is the right word.. but it'll do, I guess." She flashes another charismatic smile Patrick's way. Stretching languidly, she glances aside to the young musician, seeming disappointed herself when she sees he doesn't intend to play again. "Well.. I reckon that's enough excitement for one night. I'd better get back and pretend to do some work." Sliding lightly down to the floor, she pushes back her long blonde hair with both palms.
Feb  9 13:20:08 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Alexandra
Feb  9 13:22:06 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As Elijah leans against him with more weight, Devon removes one of his hand from Elijah's back, lowering it to the floor until the palm is resting directly against it. Using the tiles' smooth surface, he slowly pulls both himself and his ward towards the tub until his own back is resting against it. Pulling his legs out from under him until he's sitting rather than kneeling, he allows the other man to rest directly against his chest. Legs sprawling out before him, the arm slips back under his companion's arm and around his chest. "I can tell you one by heart.", is said softly.
Feb  9 13:22:21 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: As an afterthought.. or perhaps noting Patrick's expression.. the blonde slides a business card from her back pocket and places it gently on the bartop by his elbow. "Yeah.. maybe one day we can buy a beer somewhere without a sign about shotguns, huh?" she quips, before turning away. Chuckling in spite of herself at the youngster's expression, she agrees as she passes by en route to the door. "You should. Now that the noisy pain in the ass is leaving." She winksat him and grins mischievously before continuing on her way, her mane of white blonde hair swinging behind her narrow shoulders.
Feb  9 13:26:08 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: His hand falls on the business card with some alacrity, as soon as it's left on the bar.  As opposed to Kenneths card this one is carefully placed into the big mans wallet.  Patrick watches the young lady make her way toward the door with a faint smile tugging at his lips.  The smile drops however when Johnny announces his disinclination to keep playing, at least here.
Feb  9 13:31:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Remaining quiet at first, Devon seems to be contemplating something for several long moments. As he finally chooses his words, it becomes obvious that the youth decided upon an altogether different topic. "The pain, can you describe it for me?", is asked in a soft, though somewhat cold manner. "Would you wish it upon another?" The words have emotion within them, though it's a dark sensation, something cruel and inhuman flowing through them.
Feb  9 13:34:00 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Giving the smaller man as friendly a smile as he can Patrick mimics the shrug.  "Don't worry about it," he says, "You've got to act as the spirit moves you."  He turns around on his stool and picks up his beer bottle, finishing it and putting it on the bartenders edge before picking up the other beer from where it's been sitting since it was first put down.  He contents himself with slowly peeling the label from the bottle, humming the song you played earlier under his breath.
Feb  9 13:40:07 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter settles down for the time being, the wave of pain passing by and giving him a few moments to speak. He huddles closely against Devon's willowy form, his voice barely coming out in a whisper. "It's so many things. I'm over-sensitized. My muscles keep shaking. Every fucking nerve is in /pain/, Devon." The tears surprisingly do not flow, and he presses his face into the other man's chest, fighting out another few words before the spasms start again. "Everything is hopeless. There's no way. Noone should ever feel thi-" His words are cut off as his body curls into itself, seizing up with the pain.
Feb  9 13:46:51 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: There is a knock on the door, it is firm but not over bearing
Feb  9 13:49:46 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Who do you hate most in the world? Who would you most like to see curled on the floor in agony?" Devon's voice continues to flow out with a sharp edge, as though the words are meant to seduce darkness itself. "At the time, I'm sure that you've wished this upon others." One arm pulls away from the other man, no longer lending it's support. Shifting position once more, a hand lightly grasps at his chin, nudging it upwards so that ward and domitor's eyes meet. Leaning in closer, tone managing to be both innocently sweet and remarkably cruel, he adds quietly, "Do you think that you deserve this?" One brow arches as the question is asked.
Feb  9 13:54:36 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's eyes snap closed, face contorting in pain even as it is lifted to face Devon. His arms snap inward to his chest, hands placed on either shoulder as he hugs himself. "Fucking kill me..." He chokes out, hitting his head feebly against Devon's chest. "Kill me Devon. Just kill me if you want to pun...." His words are cut off again as he curls up, nearly rolling away from the willowy youth as his teeth gnash together, eyes shut tightly closed.
Feb  9 13:58:24 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Behind the door is a man in his 40's with white hair thats spiked up, he ooks handsome. He starts to knock again and states out in a british accent. "Anyone home?'
Feb  9 14:08:54 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: places his hands behind his back as he speaks in a clean british accent once again. "Mr Moore, Ms O'Carolan, open the door please, its getting rather cold out here.." he knocks the door once again as he waits once again
Feb  9 14:09:45 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Leannan
Feb  9 14:11:08 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking gently, Devon softly replies, "I don't like being humiliated Elijah." Voice now innocently sweet, he continues, "But I am a big fan of punishment. I am going to ask you questions, and you are going to answer them with as long a reply as possible. Should I like what I hear, I might just feed you a bit..." Tone turning dark once more, he asks, "Now, if you could pick someone else out to experience this, who would it be?" One hand rubs the man's back with a comforting touch, while the other combs long fingers through his hair.
Feb  9 14:11:25 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A light obscenity was whispered in a foreign tongue before the woman's face fell into a practiced mask of pleasantness. Unlocking the door, she would step back and slightly to the side as she opened it. "It is winter," She commented sweetly. "Perhaps a nice coat would suit the unknown gentleman."
Feb  9 14:13:26 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: the man with white hair smiles and starts to chuckle politley, then nods. "
Feb  9 14:15:40 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: the man with white hair smiles and starts to chuckle politley, then nods. " Ahh Leannan i assume.." he keeps his smile as he peers insiode the home, then looks around for a while. "Mr moore staying with you?"
Feb  9 14:20:30 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "You know what they say, when you assume things." The girl giggled. "Now who, pray tell, are you?" Despite the chipper manner in which the woman spoke, her gaze was anything but friendly. "Also, that cold you mentioned is creeping into my lovely home. So..." She left the sentence dangling there, meaning more than obvious.
Feb  9 14:25:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Nobody. Nobody. Nobody else deserves this." He convulses again, attempting to pull away from Devon, clearly horrified by the other man's words. His strength gives in and he simply sits up against the willowy youth, riding the waves of pain, until he suddenly screams loudly, his voice bouncing off the surfaces of the bathroom. "We..." He says, beginning to calm down as heaving breaths are taken. "Are eternal.... All this pain is an illusion..." His voice is barely a whisper, something of a prayer as his lips move fervently, eyes squeezed tightly shut. "All this pain is an illusion. An illusion." He seems to have forgotten entirely about Devon's presence, pulling into himself as the pain only intensifies.
Feb  9 14:25:49 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The British man talks in a soft tone as he looks at the woman. "If i ment you harm Leannan or even Christian harm i wouldnt jst come here alone.." he even lifts his arms up in the air and turns around once then looks back at the woman. "See I am unarmed
Feb  9 14:30:19 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "My dear man," Her hand holding the gun was behind the edge of the door and her free extended to indicate that he should enter. "Business is best not handled in public. Your continued use of fugitive nomenclature is begining to make me irate, I must confess. Be a dear and come in already, won't you?" Her voice was sugary sweet and laced with arsenic. A soft sound made itself known and the woman casually moved her hand to her chest and slipped her thumb past the fabric to silence it.
Feb  9 14:33:42 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The British man walks in and takes a look around, he hums for a slight moment, he keeps his back towards Leannan and speaks in a soft tone of voice. "how about a Kiss.." he chuckles as he drops his hands  and places them together. "Wheres the book?" he looks down at Christian and chuckles. "No need to be down there good ole boy, im a friend
Feb  9 14:34:46 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The British man walks in and takes a look around, he hums for a slight moment, he keeps his back towards Leannan and speaks in a soft tone of voice. "how about a Kiss.." he chuckles as he drops his hands  and places them together. "Wheres the book?" he looks down at Christian and chuckles. "No need to be hiding my good man, please i am your friend"
Feb  9 14:36:41 :: (GC) Kenneth votes for Patrick
Feb  9 14:37:33 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...I think I'll pass." She purred, shoving the door closed a bit more forcefully than was absolutely necessary. The locks were once more engaged before the woman took three steps back to put some distance between herself and the stranger. "You never did answer my question. Who are you, then? And how did you find this place?"
Feb  9 14:37:44 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Pain is real. Though you can treat it like and illusion Elijah. Answer my questions, listen to my words, and draw what knowledge you can from them." Gentle hands and nimble fingers continue to provide a contrasting sense of comfort. "Have you ever contemplated killing another person? Truly considered it?" The youth's voice continues to hold a kind and sweet tone, "How would you have carried it out?" Head lowering towards that of the other man's, Devon nuzzles him affectionately, the gesture holding a distinct sense of fondness in its action.
Feb  9 14:42:39 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The British smiles and nods. "Fair enough Christian and Leannan.." he places his hand on his chest."My name is Prince, just Prince." he turns around as he looks around and around the room. "Nice home you have here Leannan, but beiung stuffed in here isnt going to sort out who did this to you and why now is it?" he looks to Christian for a slight moment. "Isnt it?"
Feb  9 14:45:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The pain slowly leaves Elijah's face as he rolls off of Devon, ignoring the other man's questions. He falls against the floor, the convulsions leaving his body as his eyes close and his expression becomes serene, almost numb. "The pain is not real. I can do this on my own." One final twitch rocks his form, before he falls still, the rise and fall of his chest the only movements of his thin, vulnerable body. His voice comes from him in a dreamy tone as the man slips further into the numbing state of mind. "I contemplate killing people everyday. With bombs on my chest." His voice is ludicrously calm and settled, despite the horrifying content of his words. "Stabbing stupid people. Their dumbfounded faces covered in their own blood. But that doesn't matter now."
Feb  9 14:46:07 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The gun in her hand was spun once before slipped into the waist of her skirt behind her back. "I just got home, actually, Prince. And the decor was hardly my doing, but thank you all the same. Shall we continue the charming verbal spar or speak plainly on what is clearly business, my friend?" Her tone was pleasant now, and though her gaze had not softened in the least, curiosity had over ruled outright hostility.
Feb  9 14:51:15 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Softly the sound of a guitar being played can be heard, rather beautifully as a young figure dressed in black and white sits on the bench outside the window playing for the sparse night crowd.
Feb  9 14:51:29 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man places a hand in the air. "You have something I need, The book, and I can help yhou solve the riddle of who is doing this to you and why.." he smiles as he looks towardsd Christian. "Looks like you guys need alll the help you can get
Feb  9 14:53:56 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Care to have a seat?" The girl offered, gesturing towards the center of the room before proceeding back into the business at hand. "You'll forgive the both of us, Prince, if we are reticent to simply do as told. After all, for better or worse, this book you speak of would be our only bargaining chip..no?" 
Feb  9 14:54:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Willowy body still resting against the side of the tub, Devon's eyes follow his ward's motion in silence, gaze studying each movement made and seeking each flash of pain within the other man's eye. Arms no longer wrapped about the other figure, they fall neatly into his lap, one resting mostly on a knee. The other rises up slightly, just enough for him to begin tracing his collarbone with his fingers, the touch feathery light. "Why does it no longer matter?", is asked in a more 'normal' voice, the words carrying a true sense of curiosity within them.
Feb  9 14:55:01 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: The slim figure of a woman makes its way down North Highland, arms clutched around her waist in a protective position. Her red curls drape around her shoulders and face in an unkept fashion, and her dress is simply combined with a white teeshirt, light colored blue jeans, and a simply black jacket. The most noticable feature of this woman tonight, is the large bruise on her face. The bridge of her nose is an odd color of purple, both eyes bruised, and a roughly square shaped bruise rests a bit off center on her forehead.
Feb  9 15:00:01 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: The woman's composure fails briefly, her body jumping with suprise at the address from a stranger. She regains herself quickly however, pushing some of her hair away from her eyes with a care that suggested the wound was extremely fresh. "I'm fine," she utters, her voice melodious and deep, though not entirely sincere compared to his inquirey. "Just hungry."
Feb  9 15:00:19 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb  9 15:00:24 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Takes a seat for a moment as he looks around again, he looks towards Christian. "you see Mr Moore, this is whats the problem, you need to get out more.." he shakes his head as he looks at Both of them now. "This book cant be possibly used by both of you, but i can use it and i will help yuou if you pass it to me.." He stands up and places hs hand outstreched, "We have a deal?'
Feb  9 15:03:11 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Clicks her tongue and offers the man a smile as she holds up one hand in a staying gesture. "You've told us nothing. We still know nothing. And it would be bad form to enter into any sort of business arrangement without clear terms, at the very least, and a strong background on the subject."
Feb  9 15:08:06 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The British man nods as he places his hands behind his back. "You need to go down towards the sewers, meet with a servant of a serant. " he taps on his lips with his index fingers. "Name is Gregory, his black and very ugly, tell him you wish to help him save his master.." he stands up and mooves towards the door, he looks at christian. "The book will be mine Mr Moore, weather you think your up to it or not.." he stops for a moment after he opens the door, "Sewers here are filled with criminals.. be carefull"
Feb  9 15:08:20 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Scowls slightly, though brings her facial features back to neutral as the bruises on her face make her wince from the movement. "That's... extremely flowery and impressive. It sounds like a fortune cookie, but luckily it seems to work."  She pushes the wrinkled bill into the front pocket of her jeans, wrapping her arms around her stomach before taking a step back away from him. 
Feb  9 15:10:10 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Prince," She called out to the man as he moved to leave. "Would I be correct in guessing that this Gregory fellow will fill in some blanks? I don't fancy being the cause of a demon rising from hell any more than I desire to be a charmingly chic pile of ash. You understand, I'm sure." The words were sweetly delivered and almost flippant, but the female's gaze was sharp.
Feb  9 15:13:50 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Briish man opens the door and looks over his shoulder. "Remember this, if it helps you, it helps me.." he looks at Christian and nods once  then walsk out closing the door behind him
Feb  9 15:16:23 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "...What I wouldn't give for asprin to be useful to me." The woman muttered after the man left, one and lifting to pinch the bridge of her nose as if in emphasis. Huffing softly in annoyance, she looked up at her lover. "Well..what do you think?" Moving away from the door, she went to rummage through clothing, muttering softly to herself in another tongue as she did so.
Feb  9 15:24:06 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "You can read mind? Creepy, lover...creepy..." The female had apparently already know the answer as she was holding up different clothes and surveying them carefully. "I am _not_ wearing this into a damned sewer. Yeeeecch!" The sentence was mostly muttered to herself as she began to strip, the gun first removed from the band of her skirt and set to the side. "This entire affair is getting weirder and weirder... And, further more, if it was always there was is it only NOW that we're getting the Twilight Zone moments? It's giving me a headache, it really is." As she spoke the new outfit was pulled on, simple black jeans and a band-logoed tank top. Plucking up a jacket that seemed to be an amalgamation of zippers, pins and pockets, the woman would don that as well before slipping sturdy combat boots on. "Annoying..sewers...blegh!"
Feb  9 15:24:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Rot and die." The words are said in an almost questioning tone, the words being repeated a few times through moving lips, yet without sound. As Devon's eyes once more seek to meet those of his companion, there's strange shadow of irony within his voice. "You've stopped aging Elijah. At this date and time, you can't die of old age." The normally emotionless face gains the barest sense of amusement, as though the statement held a silent joke. Carefully, he collects his feet beneath him and stand up, using his arms to guide him at first. A single step closes the distance between the two men, the youth looking down at the figure now laying at his feet. With care, he crouches down, arms enveloping him with newfound strength, doing his best to pull his companion into a standing position as well.
Feb  9 15:29:43 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "I am thinking," She replied as she retrieved her weapon and slid in into an inner pocket. Patting the jacket caused her to pause while she took mental inventory of the contents of the other pockets. "That I hate sewers. I really, really hate them. Do I even own a crowbar?" Peering around the apartment, she wondered how to get the grate off the sewer entrances to even begin this disgusting trek.
Feb  9 15:31:43 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As soon as Devon lifts Elijah up, the waiter begins to convulse and shudder again, his face contorting as a wave of fresh, uncontrollable pain hits him. He sags against Devon, the shaking of his own body transferring to Devon's thin form. "You want me to feel it." As a wave of depression and nausea leaves him, Elijah's able to grab the youth around the midsection, whispering frantically in the other man's ear. "The couch..."
Feb  9 15:35:17 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Mmm...mind your manners, baby." Her hair was taken out of the pigtails as she moved to his side, and the rubber bands placed around her wrists instead. Placing a hand on the man's chest, she leaned up stole a kiss before pointing out, "We're in the weakest position right now, let's not gain the ire of the people we can milk for information."
Feb  9 15:52:31 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking as he moves his companion out of the bathroom, Devon remains silent, supporting the other man's weight with relative ease now. Long strides carry them swiftly out of the room, one of the youth's arm reaching out to turn off the fan and light with a few swipes of nimble fingers in the process. However, once they reach the main room, Devon passes the couch with the same swift speed, heading towards the only other room in the house. The door to the bed is closed, but Devon's added strength allows him to support the other man with one arm while the other reached out to turn to knob. The door is nudged open with an elbow and the willowy figure carries both himself and his ward into the room.
Feb  9 15:57:54 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The First person to enter the sewers gets ambushed by a big chain net from the south, it wraps around the person and is dragging  the person towards the south. Its going very fast and seems to lead to no where just draging the person. Christian uses Auspex 1 and the sences come to life as he is being draged away, the smell is aweful and he pukes, the force of the wind slams the puke all over his face
Feb  9 16:02:25 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man struggles against the chains, fingers gripping at them in fast motions as he works to tear them away from his body. A growl escapes his full lips, his whole body pivoting as he works to try and shift off of the thing against the wall.  His fingers claw at the stone, looking for a grip.
Feb  9 16:05:16 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: As you struggle there is no avail, you seem to think yoru doign really well but the chains are too damn hard, at the end of the hall way there are 3 females, one in a dominatrix outfit and two in a grey tootoo outfit, they lauh and point as they start to dance around. The dominatrix has chains to the ballarinas and pulls then close, the Ballerians grow quiet as they ook up to thier master then back to christian. Both hugging her
Feb  9 16:09:27 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: As Christian is dragged off, the woman froze in place. Biting her lip sharply against any outcry, she produced one of the weapons stashed in the inner pockets of her jacket and cautiously proceeded down into the darkness. Her eyes were narrowed against the lack of light and she looked up, once and briefly, towards the manhole cover. 
Feb  9 16:12:13 :: (GC) Shutdown by Faristil.
Feb  9 16:26:41 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Feb  9 16:37:57 :: (GC) Fortang forced Sybine to save
Feb  9 16:43:47 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Feb  9 16:44:49 :: (GC) Fortang forced Sybine to save
Feb  9 16:44:57 :: (GC) Fortang forced Sybine to copyover
Feb  9 16:54:53 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Shadows begin to tickle everyone's asshole.
Feb  9 16:54:57 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Only the guys.
Feb  9 16:55:02 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ...
Feb  9 16:55:07 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Don't give me that.
Feb  9 16:55:17 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: It was actually me, leannan.
Feb  9 16:55:21 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Kenneth.
Feb  9 16:55:24 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ..No, twas me!
Feb  9 16:55:29 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Twas me.
Feb  9 16:55:30 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ..Nay. I am Spartacus!
Feb  9 16:55:31 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Anon.
Feb  9 16:55:34 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: I was stabbing him for a different reason!
Feb  9 16:55:38 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Fuck your God.
Feb  9 16:55:41 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: FUCK YOUR GOD.
Feb  9 16:55:46 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Been there, done that.
Feb  9 16:55:46 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: FUCK. YOUR. GOD.
Feb  9 16:55:50 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: He wasn't as tight as I thought.
Feb  9 16:55:59 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: Who wants to have gay sex?
Feb  9 16:56:03 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ..Me.
Feb  9 16:56:07 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: ..Him.
Feb  9 16:56:07 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: ...who?
Feb  9 16:58:02 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: You're all full of shit.
Feb  9 16:58:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Don't worry. I'll get it out.
Feb  9 16:58:43 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Devon
Feb  9 16:58:44 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Devon
Feb  9 16:58:45 :: (GC) Dizon votes for Devon
Feb  9 16:58:56 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: That sounds dirty.
Feb  9 17:07:32 :: (GC) Fortang forced Christian to save
Feb  9 17:08:59 :: (GC) Fortang forced Christian to save
Feb  9 17:11:43 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Slipping easily through the door with the other man in tow, Devon makes sure to close it behind him. Walking over to the bed, he turns and shifts until Elijah is settled in a mixture of sitting an sprawling on the bed.  Unwrapping his arm from about the other man, the willowy figure bends down somewhat to lean in closer, lips almost touching the other's ear as he whispers, "Do you need help to undress?"  Without waiting for a response, he moves back slightly, though his arms move forward, grasping his companion's tie in one hand while the other loosens the knot before slipping it over his head. 
Feb  9 17:17:23 :: (GC) Siol forced Devon to save
Feb  9 17:17:26 :: (GC) Siol forced Christian to save
Feb  9 17:17:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah moves to fall back as he's sat on the bed, but Devon's momentary hold on his tie keeps his thin form up. After the tie is slipped over his head, however, he falls back, feet on the floor and his back on the bed. His hands twitch at his sides, his body convulsing heavily as his green eyes begin to steam over, a cold sweat sticking his bangs to his forehead. "It's so hot. And cold. I can't tell."
Feb  9 17:25:36 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Leaning forward and bending over, Devon lightly kisses Elijah on the forehead, though neither his eyes nore his face hold any sign of comfort. Straightening up and stepping back a bit more, he leans down and unties the other man's shoelaces with a flick of the wrist, though uses his own boots to physically remove them. Arms sliding under his knees, he lifts the rest of his companion's form and settles him fully into the bed, the youthful figure gazing upon him in silence for several moments.
Feb  9 17:27:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Laid out, Elijah continues to convulse, though his position on the bed doesn't change. "Thanks..." he groans, grabbing his slacks with both hands, knuckles turning white from the pressure he exerts in stifling another convulsion. "Thanks..."
Feb  9 17:28:18 :: (GC) Siol votes for Christian
Feb  9 17:28:18 :: (GC) Siol votes for Christian
Feb  9 17:28:53 :: (GC) Siol forced Christian to save
Feb  9 17:30:08 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Christian
Feb  9 17:30:21 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Monkeys dropkick you.
Feb  9 17:31:40 :: (GC) Siol forced Christian to save
Feb  9 17:39:30 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb  9 17:42:54 :: (GC) Morgan rposed: Still gazing quietly on the human in his bed, Devon's head tilts to the side slightly as the observation continues. The cold, calculating nature of the look is more scientific than caring, though, numbers seeming to run through his eyes. Reaching down, he lightly pushes Elijah's legs out of the way, perching himself on the edge of the bed. One hand reaches up fingers flicking away stray hairs from the cold sweat on the man's forehead.
Feb  9 17:43:34 :: (GC) Siol forced Christian to save
Feb  9 17:47:49 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's head moves back and forth, tossing as one would toss their head during a nightmare. His eyes are tightly shut, though one hand reaches up, grasping Devon's hand as the other man flicks the hair away from his forehead. He pulls the cold hand to his own feverish lips, kissing the knuckles there affectionately, before he bites down gently as he had done earlier in the night. "We..... are... eternal..." His voice is muffled, teeth still pressing softly into Devon's skin.
Feb  9 17:48:31 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: A Christian has been let free into the wild. Let the Jihad begin.
Feb  9 18:02:01 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb  9 18:08:22 :: (GC) Siol forced Guillaume to save
Feb  9 18:18:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Not pulling his hand away from the strange show of affection, Devon simply looks at the other man with a mixture of interest and even the faintest glimmer of caring. One brow arches in a slightly questioning manner, though still, nothing is said. Nodding once to the other man, the youth's gaze travels the room once, pausing by the bookcase for a moment, before turning back. "What are you doing?" The question is asked in a soft, innocent manner, quiet and composed, even holding a hint of wonder.
Feb  9 18:49:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding in vague understanding, Devon slides further onto the bed, gaze still a mixture of scientist and domitor. "Have you felt anything else? Beside me, is anything new or different?" Head tilting curiously to one side, he blinks a few time at the other man, arm loosening a bit to allow more play in the limb. "You won't hurt me Elijah. Just don't hurt yourself."
Feb  9 18:59:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's body is sent into another series of sharp convulsions, cutting him off from replying immediately. He clenches Devon's hands tightly, pulling the hand to his lips again as he kisses the knuckles softly. "I just feel pain." After the spasms die down, he begins to gnaw affectionately at the knuckles, and this action seems to calm him down for the time being. "I wish it would stop." He turns his head away, reaching up his freehand to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. Meanwhile, the hand is still kissed and bitten, Elijah's lips dancing over the cold skin. "You changed the way I look, but you couldn't change the way I am." The hand he's currently focusing his attention on seems to have brought up the vicissitude instance in his mind, his eyes glassing over again as his body prepares for another spasm of pain.
Feb  9 19:02:40 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Salem's Lot has been drawn... beware..
Feb  9 19:13:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "There's a way to make it end..." Devon allows the answer to hang in the air, offering a reprise and more pain all in one. "Physical over mental. Is your body stronger than your mind? Can you find what you've hidden for so long?" Laying his body down a bit further, he nuzzles the leg his head rests near. "You're stronger than most of who are out there." At this, his free hand gestures towards the door, obviously indicating outside the apartment. "You are superior."
Feb  9 19:40:38 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding in a solemn and somber manner to his ward, Devon reaches up and gently caresses the hand entangled within his curls, fingertips ghosting over it with a feather-light touch. "of course I do. If I didn't, would I be here, with you?" Tone turning a tad dark at the end of the statement, there's a dangerous glimmer within his gaze. "...Just another cow beneath the earth, eternally confined in a pine box..." The words flow as though part of a longer, unspoken statement, though they ring with an honest and candid tone.
Feb  9 19:43:10 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter wiggles down the bed to lie more closely to Devon, pressing his body into the other man's, arms wrapped about the youth's torso just as another wave of pain and tension hits his thin body. He presses in close, each shake jostling the bed and the willowy youth's body. "Is that a saying?" He asks, his lips close to the angelic teen's ear, teeth chattering from the convulsions wracking his body.
Feb  9 20:06:30 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Sounds like my boyfriend," she says with a sardonic chuckle. "He's a strange guy, always wandering around with a guitar or a violin. I don't know what the hell he does besides go around playing music, but that's just what he does." She goes to take a swig from her can of beer and finds it empty. She shakes it, trying to hear for the slosh of sweet sweet alcohol. Slamming it onto the bar, she asks for another.
Feb  9 20:17:08 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Can't say that he struck me as the kind of fellow to have a girlfriend," the big man says with a laugh, "but he sure could play the guitar, and sing."  His polishes off his beer and raps the empty on the edge of the bar in lieu of actually bothering to call out for Joe for another one.  "WEll, least he's good at it," Patrick comments with a grin.
Feb  9 20:24:22 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Pushing the door open, the tall woman with the oddly colored hair entered the hall. Her ever-present duster fluttered around her athletic form as she walked. Clothed in faded blue jeans, slung low on her hips, and a black leather v-neck vest, the woman looked more or less at home in the place. The clothing allowed a view of her stomach, the materiel carefully kept away from the healing navel piercing. Despite her worries before hand, she didn't seem to mind that the ends of several deep scars were just visible with the display.
Feb  9 21:03:55 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: As Christian is dragged off, the woman froze in place. Biting her lip sharply against any outcry, she produced one of the weapons stashed in the inner pockets of her jacket and cautiously proceeded down into the darkness. Her eyes were narrowed against the lack of light and she looked up, once and briefly, towards the manhole cover. 
Feb  9 21:05:11 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: As you land on your feet, there is a man, with tattered clothes huddled at one of the walls. "Dont go any forward they will kil me.." he starts to rock from forward to backward. "Bad people.. very very bad people.." He has a crown made out of newpaper on his head
Feb  9 21:07:44 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Staring into the direction of the voice, the woman squinted to bring him into focus in the darkness. Though her form tensed and she was less than pleased, she forced a polite tone. "I'm not moving. But I would like to know where he was taken."
Feb  9 21:12:00 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man points upwards towards the sewer lid and shakes his head. "Go back up there, its too dangerious.." he then places a hand streached out for Leannan. "Take me with you, they kill they are bad.." he starts biting his other finger nails as he rocks up and down
Feb  9 21:15:53 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Mizuki is shot from the heavens, coming to a skidding stop upon the grid.
Feb  9 21:15:59 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man shakes his head, he looks up at the sewer cap and shakes his head again. "I cant leave, this is my punishment.." he then stands up and places his hand as he prays and moves towards the east. Come with me Lady, we will make it all better.."
Feb  9 21:22:01 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: A young Asian girl strolls along the sidewalk of Santa Monica Boulevard, a messenger bag clutched close to her chest. She pauses looking at the long line streaming from Club Crank, a few of the people in the line she recognizes from her classes. One of the guys says something to his friends in the line before running across the street to Mizuki. "Hey Mizuki, you should so join us!" The guy says with a surfer accent. The girls head drops as she shakes it slightly. She speaks in a low tone, her accent still thick with her Asian heritage. "No thanks I have class in the morning."
Feb  9 21:26:00 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Cosmetically concealed eyes gaze past red rectangular frames as the tall woman sits astride a large bike done up in purple and chrome. Leaning back against the seat with one elbow propped to the side, she had a cigarette dangling from her lips. Dressed in faded blue jeans, a v-neck leather vest and a black duster with heavy boots on her feet the woman narrowed her eyes slowly as she caught sight of the Asian girl. Lips pursing for a moment, she gave a soft "Hrm..." as a memory ticked in the back of her mind.
Feb  9 21:34:45 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The surfer guy laughed, "Hey, we all got class in the morning. And your so far a head Im sure you could afford one night out on the town. Im willing to bet that you already have your term paper written." The surfer guy just laughed harder at his own statement, and the Asian girl's head suck lower and a blush came over her because she knew this statement was true. However she thought back to the last time she had 'a night out on the town' and shook her head. "No sorry I can't." She said softly, clutching the messenger bag closer. The surfer guy shrugged. "Whatever dude." He turned and returned to his friends muttering something.
Feb  9 21:39:53 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Ah," She grunted to herself, suddenly remembering how she knew the girl. Spitting the spent cigarette from between her lips, the cylinder was instead replaced with slightly curled fingers as the woman whistled sharply. "Oi! Mizuki!" The biker woman called out, swinging one leg over the metal beast so that she was facing the girl in question. Smirking slightly, her gaze lingered over the man who had been speaking to the other just a moment ago, crimson eyes holding a distinctly unfriendly tone.
Feb  9 21:44:30 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The Asian girl jumped slightly and her hand went to cover her heart though the bag. Looking towards the source of the sound she let out a sigh of relief after her for a moment as she remember the remainder of the memory that haunted her. Running over to the woman on the bike she bowed deeply, the act deeply ingrained in her from the many years living in Japan. "Hi Jang." The name coming to her quick and smoothly. Her rich brown eyes meeting the red pair of the womans.
Feb  9 21:53:09 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: A wave of relaxation comes over the girl, she releases the messenger back from her chest. The bag feel to her side, the strap holding it to her body. Her hands moved and clasped with one another behind her back, a short quick nod is her first response. "Yeah everything is fine." She turns back and looks at the line once again. "Don't mind them... I guess Im not a whole lot of fun." She looked down at the ground once more. A short breeze blows though the street causing her to reach up and rub her arms to warm herself.
Feb  9 21:56:54 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Pfft! Just because ya don't feel like getting trashed and puking in class tomorrow morning doesn't mean you're not fun." The woman waved off the other's self-depreciating comment and moved to lean back against her bike slightly. "Like I told ya before, need to learn to tell people to just fuck off if they bug ya." Chuckling once more then, she shook her head slowly and continued to smile at the girl. "Where were you headed tonight then? Just out for a stroll?"
Feb  9 22:01:23 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The Asian girl gives a slight chuckle at her statement and gives a nod in agreement, however the next took her by surprise once again. The girl blushes brightly at the idea of speaking so forwardly. She moves her hands to in front of her and clasps them once more. "Im not going anywhere really. I just enjoy taking walks, and LA reminds me a little of Tokyo... Just a little though." She looks around the city street, mostly at the neon lights that light up the various clubs and bars.
Feb  9 22:10:20 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: "There are times that I really miss Tokyo, it was so different from America. But I can't imagine being that far from my parents." She removes her own cell phone from her pocket. The black phone has a long line of key chains and miniatures from various Anime, a current fad in Japan. She slips the phone back into her pocket after checking the time as well. She gives a slight little nod. "I still have plenty of time, but I need to get back to the dorms before too late."
Feb  9 22:13:53 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Wanna have a look then?" The blonde woman offered, tipping her head up slowly to indicate the club with her chin. One hand absently moved to poke and fidget with the bit of metal that was pierced through her navel top and bottom. The edges of some deep scars that looked like they were once fairly vicious wounds were visible past the lower edge of her vest but the woman didn't seem to mind their existence.
Feb  9 22:17:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the crowd writhes and pulses down the strip in one seething mass of humanity, one willowy form can be seen weaving through the gaps and spaces in the crowd with practiced ease. Cerulean eyes scan the various faces that pass, studying them with a cold and calculating stare. Narrow hips sway softly with each step taken, boots thudding soundlessly against the ground. Lithe arms wrap about a rather androgynous torso, one looped about a trim waist while the other crosses against a slender chest, long fingers gently stroking the skin over a pronounced collarbone with a feather light touch. A hint of recognition flares within the pale depths of the youthful figure's gaze, head tilting curiously to the side.
Feb  9 22:22:36 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The Asian girl turns on her heels and looks towards the club, her arms wrapping around her. "I don't know if Im allowed in, I mean... Im probably too young." She turns back towards the blonde woman her short brown hair swirling around as she turns, sticking to her face. A small hand lifts to push the from her vision and back behind her ear. Only a single stud is pierced in the girls ear, and a modest one at that. Her eyes are attracted towards the both the piercing and the scars on her acquaintance. She says nothing however.
Feb  9 22:26:56 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Huh...dunno, never been carded. Course I look old as dirt next to you, darlin..." A slow wink was offered to the other to show that she was being playful. As the tall woman looked up towards the club once more, she caught sight of the youth. "Evenin' Devon." The words were called out to the man and a small up nod was given along with a friendly smile. Blinking suddenly as if struck by a sudden though, she pursed her lips slowly and her brows drew in as she looked the androgynous one over slowly.
Feb  9 22:34:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head straightening now, a slight nod is offered as the youthful form strides up towards the familiar form of Jang. However, brilliant eyes stare unblinking, at her new companion, visually scrutinizing the girl with a discerning gaze. There's a rather mechanical and analytic sense within the youth's eyes, passive and detached towards existence as a whole. After a few moments, an elegant neck bows slightly to offer another nod of acknowledgment to the newcomer. Seeming to sense the realization as it dawns on the blond, the youth turns to her, one tawny brow arching in silent questioning.
Feb  9 22:39:54 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: She frowns slightly at this comment, but smiles after the wink. "I always get carded, even if Im not doing anything. No one believes Im nineteen." Seeing the man join the two she turns towards him. The petite Asian girl's arms snap to her sides and she dips into a deep bow towards the newest companion in their small gathering. "Good evening." She says in a weak voice. Slowly raising from the bow her hands return to their positions in front of her.
Feb  9 22:42:40 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Later, my friend." The promise was delivered along with a crimson gaze towards Devon and a small smile. "Ah! I aint got not manners sometimes." She drawls with a light accent that has no origin save for too many years spent wandering back roads with rough folk. "Devon, this is my friend Mizuki. Mizuki, Devon..who I like to think is also a friend." She introduced. Straightening from her lean, the woman hooked her thumbs in the pockets of her jeans.
Feb  9 22:50:48 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Once more, Devon offers nothing but a nod his head in acknowledgment of either woman's words. A thoughtful look does cross his angelic features, ghosting over them without fully settling into a true expression. Fingers of one hand still toying with the skin across his collarbone, the arm about his waist loosens its grip so that a small gestures can be made towards the south. "You won't be carded at Hades.", is stated in a quiet manner, the words just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the strip. Tone soft, the timbre of the youth's voice is as androgynous as the speaker, though a hint of velvet smooths the somewhat hallow words.
Feb  9 22:55:38 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The Asian girl smiles and gives a small nod. "Thank you for the information, however Im not interested in drinking. I have class in the morning." She leans back onto her heels slightly then falls back forward, but lands with a bit of grace. She doesn't speak much just alternating her gaze from one to the other, unsure of what to say. His lower lip tucks into and under her upper teeth, chewing lightly on it.
Feb  9 23:11:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Correction. You won't be carded if /I/ am with you." One broad shoulder shrugs, the thinness of the limb evident through the lightweight material of the youth's shirt. "Connections.", is added in an even more deadpan tone before any extra questions can be asked. Not bothering to add anything more to the discussion, Devon's gaze once more pans the crowd, both cautious and suspicious at the same time. Still, no true emotion touches the angelic visage other than the blase expression normally displayed to the world.
Feb  9 23:11:35 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The roar of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle can be heard, the color a midnight blue, as it approaches from down Santa Monica. Upon it's back a tall man can be seen with broad shoulders and a frayed leather jacket. For those that would normaly know this man, they wouldn't recognize him as Christian Moore..rather someone different entirely. His hair is obsidian black, worn loosely with crimson highlights. The hair that splays across his face is broken by an arch of pointed metal studs running along his right eyebrow ridge that seem to catch the light overhead with a reflective sheen.
Feb  9 23:16:40 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The young Asian girl smiles towards the blonde woman before giving a small quick bow. "I don't mind going really. I just can't drink..." Her hand moved to her head, and she spoke in low tones. "If daddy found out her would be ballistic." a small sigh is released from the pouty pink lips. "I suppose that is what college is all about right?" She says to her companions, a pleading tone in her voice begs for reassurance. The sound of the Harley startles her and her neck snaps towards the source of the sound.
Feb  9 23:20:56 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Glancing over her shoulder at the sound, a soft whistle would slip past her lips. If it was directed towards rider or bike was anyone's guess. Turning back she looked between Devon and Mizuki and absently wished she'd brought her Viper instead. "Well then, my friends! Shall we be off?" Waving to the bouncer out front the club, she produced a fold of bills and held it up for the man to see before tilting her head towards the machine. Reaching over, her hand quickly vanished around the opposite side of the bike and fidgetted with something there before she drew away.
Feb  9 23:35:12 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Glancing around towards the bike and the club, the neutral expression remains upon the youth's face, either highly unimpressed or simply bored with the whole ordeal. The finger running across the collarbone continues its motion, though a bit more pressure is obviously being applied, as a red blush starts to appear against the porcelain complex, a single blemish in pale perfection. Another flicker of recognition flares within the youth's gaze, though this one brings out a hardened gleam within pale eyes. A tongue darts out to moisten lips and the willowy figure tenses visibly.
Feb  9 23:41:58 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The bike turns off of the street and into a parking area that would mark Club Crank before its rider would bring it to a halt within a group of other motorcycles. The engine soon comes to a low chug before dying off as he slips the key from the ignition and shifts in the seat. His dark orbs focus on Devon for a long moment, studying him with an inquisitive gaze before standing and swinging one foot over the back of the bike. Boots crunch audibly against asphalt followed by the rattle of multiple chains along his jean clad legs before stepping away to approach the club. He eyes Gareth for a moment in passing, whistling before allowing that sound to cut off abruptly.
Feb  9 23:47:14 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The Asian girl watches the man leave the club, and grimaces as he removes the spikes from his lip. Her hands slip into her pocket and produce the cell phone with the long chain of various key chains strapped together. Flipping open the phone a small Anime dog barks and runs circles around the screen before dragging and envelope from one edge of the screen. The envelope opens and a barrage of Japanese characters fill the screen, the girl reads the message intently before bursting out in laughter. A slight blush covers her face at her outburst and she covers her mouth with her hand.
Feb  9 23:54:44 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The lithesome and striking Breton has but just a step or two before he finds himself standing behind a black Buick Riviera, modelled in '65. The paint on it is old and faded, though it once was black. Now, however, rust is the main thing that holds it together. The Englishman glances around for a moment before digging in his pocket for a pair of keys, and using one of them to unlock the trunk. A quick rummaging manages a black duffle bag, and from it is pulled an ankle-length coat of faded, worn leather. It's seen better evenings, to be sure. Nonetheless, he slips it on and straightens out the collar, which shows several chunks of material that are missing and shaped roughly like large bites. The dufflebag is the zipped up and slung over his shoulder, but not before a pair of FLIGHT GOGGLES are pulled out. He does arch a mahogany eyebrow at Christian's whistling, but doesn't seem to respond to it with anything more erotic or suggestive.
Feb 10 00:01:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Taking a casual step away from the pair of girls, the willowy figure adjusts his position, weight shifting from heel to toe in a pair of black platform boots, the well-polished leather creaking softly from the effort. Pale eyes flick from face to face, a sense of deep pondering within them. Head tilting curiously to the side, a soft breath is exhaled over full lips, though the sound is more akin to a sigh. Both arms now fall away from the slender torso, revealing the somewhat feminine curves, before falling down to the youth's sides. Long fingers flex and arch through the air, movement casual, though there seems to be a hint of anticipation within the action.
Feb 10 00:05:12 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The petite girl begin quickly replying to the message and sending it away with another bark of the Anime dog. She gives a short bow. "Forgive me." The phone is then slipped back into her pocket. Readjusting the shoulder strap so that it would rest in a more comfortable position she stood there in silence unsure of what to say.
Feb 10 00:08:31 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Cute story," The tall woman commented down at her companion. A curious look was given to Devon and she tilted her head while arching a brow. "You alright, Devon?" Concern was evident in her voice as she took in the motions of the other. One had raised to pull through her hair, tugging at the bauble tipping one of the braids intrespaced through her oddly hued tresses. 
Feb 10 00:19:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Yes...", is muttered in a dry manner, not much different than the usually hollow tone used by the youthful form. Head straightening as the other familiar face comes closer, he adds, "Go on without me." One of his hands gestures idly in the general direction of the club, though it's a little off in it's exact position. Face still holding little clue as to his thoughts, there's a certain wariness within his gaze. Weight shifting to his heels once more, one arm bends at the elbow, fingers rubbing at his collarbone once more. The motion seems to be rather subconscious, as this time a nail is dragged over his pale skin, an angry trail of crimson left in its wake.
Feb 10 00:24:24 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "Devon," The woman's tone was flat and clearly indicated a stubborn mentality. "You're bleeding. I don't believe you're alright." Looking back towards the club, she frowned deeply, trying to discern what had caused such agitation to the young man she quite considered a friend. One hand extended and would, if nothing prevented the gesture, lay against Devon's shoulder.
Feb 10 00:25:17 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The phone in her pocket begins to ring, the sound of a cheerful Japanese group fills the air. Pulling it from her pocket she frowns as she answers. "Hello daddy... No, but Im on my way home now... What do you mean you will be there in a few minutes.... Daddy its the middle of the night and you can't just show up....Im... umm.. I needed a few things from the store, emergency stuff...Daddy!...I will be there in a bit Im still at the store.... Ok bye, and I love you too." The phone snaps shut and she lets out a long sigh. "Im sorry my night out is going to have to wait... dad wanted to surprise me or something." With that she bows and turns to run off, disappearing into the night.
Feb 10 00:25:31 :: (GC) Catalina votes for Mizuki
Feb 10 00:25:51 :: (GC) Mizuki votes for Devon
Feb 10 00:29:05 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The striking and graceful Breton manages to make short work of getting over to where Devon and her entourage are gathered. One arm cocked back at an angle to hold the dufflebag in it's place, the other one is lowered, with the thumb of that hand slipped through one of the front-most belt loops. Gareth stops at Devon, just a foot and a half off, and stares down at him. His emerald sights narrow a bit, their gold striations more noticeable with his proximity now. Things could get ugly. Anything could happen. What does happen though, is that his free hand is lifted and ran through his almost-tamed pile of curls and locks, and his full lips twitch up into a brief smile as an enchanting voice with a strange accent spills forth, "..Someone told me that you'd be the person to talk to about books. Are you into books?". His grammar and sentence structure is more than perfect in articulation.
Feb 10 00:38:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still seeming stuck on the point of proving his mental stability, Devon counters Jang with a slightly irate, "I'd know if I were bleeding..." Fingers pausing in their motion, they flex a bit, the motion seeming to create some mental suspicion. Eyes peering downwards without losing total focus on others in the area, he nods once. "So I am..." Head straightening a bit as the other man approaches, his eyes narrow slightly, though not enough to be threatening. Upon hearing the question, he nods slowly. "You could say that. It's a family hobby of sorts." Still seeming a hint suspicious, he adds quietly, "Might I ask why?" There's a hint of surprise within the words, though it's also tinged with extreme caution.
Feb 10 00:53:44 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Frowning once more, her hand was withdrawn and her gaze moved towards the rather attractive fellow in the odd attire. "...Right. Hey, look...if ya got business to tend to, just say so straight out." Both hands were lifted then as though she were surrendering the topic. Turning the woman took the few step back to her bike and swung herself onto the metal object. Leaning over to the side slightly, she would fidget with something out of view.
Feb 10 00:53:56 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I need a librarian. One who can handle very old, and very valuable texts. And one that won't steal. Because I get rather frustrated when I have to chop fingers off and mail them to next of kin..", the Englishman states, staring down at Devon with a golden-shot emerald gaze that doesn't waver or flinch. The curve of his lips though, rounded into their roguish half smile do nothing but help the overall demeanor that can be sought upon his beautiful voice, "..It's not a paid position. Most scholars would murder to see the collection. So the payment comes in that privelege. The benefits however, are killer. You won't find them working at the local Bibliotheca..". Curiously, this last word might not be one that most are used to hearing. While waiting for an answer, he stops to adjust what is clearly a knife that's been stuck down and against the side of his leg, tucked into a sheath within the left snakeskin boot. He doesn't draw it though, but rather just lowers the boot again.
Feb 10 01:06:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming a little annoyed that the job is being offered vaguely at knife-point, a dark scowl briefly darts over Devon's features, the expression hovering in place for a moment before a deeper urge seems to take shape. Devon seems ready to say something, lips parting in preparation, though they soon close once more, face still holding the ghost of an incredulous look. "Why. me." Not posed as a question so much as a demand, the willowy figure stands firm in the presence of the larger and far more imposing figure. "Why even offer?" A certain cynicism taints the normally mild tone, add a sense of youth that is usually seen in appearance alone.
Feb 10 01:10:36 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming a little annoyed that the job is being offered vaguely at knife-point, a dark scowl briefly darts over Devon's features, the expression hovering in place for a moment before a deeper urge seems to take shape. Devon seems ready to say something, lips parting in preparation, though they soon close once more, face still holding the ghost of an incredulous look. "Why. me." Not posed as a question so much as a demand, the willowy figure stands firm in the presence of the larger and far more imposing figure. "Why even offer?" A certain cynicism taints the normally mild tone, add a sense of youth that is usually seen in appearance alone. ((repose))
Feb 10 01:17:20 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Back hunched, one hand in the pocket of her sweatshirt, Althea trudges slowly down the street. She carries a bottle of juice in her other hand, from which she swigs occasionally. Her pace quickens when she sees familiar faces, and she half-runs to join the group. The sight of a knife causes her to take a few tentative steps back and, slightly stunned, she mumbles out a greeting and raises the bottle to her lips again.
Feb 10 01:19:50 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: Tilting her head down slightly, the woman sitting astride the metallic purple bike paused in her preparations to leave as she caught sight of the approaching form. "Sup, chickadee." She greated, up nodding at her friend and gazing momentarily between both men who were currently in the path between Althea and herself.
Feb 10 01:19:54 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: The expression of the Englishman seems to be that of one who is about to roll his eyes, but he doesn't, perhaps through some great expenditure of willpower, or divine intervention. Taking the role of a father figure, the often beautiful tone of his voice is sharpened into an edge as he chastises, "..Don't take that tone with me. By God, I will put you in the corner. I don't have time for Twenty Questions. Do you want the job? If you don't, I can find a Grimaldi to happily do it. I'd rather it be an Obertus though, before I have to go combing through Los Angeles for a less capable person..".
Feb 10 01:35:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Voice still deadpan in an almost comical manner, Devon replies, "Forgive me for being cautious." Lapsing into silence for a few moment, contemplation visible in his gaze, her tentatively admits, "I'll take it." Drawing a quick breath, though it's express purpose seems to be the creation of a heavy sigh. "Under two small conditions. Call them personality quirks for being bred to do this." Head leaning to the side as he stares unblinkingly at the larger man. "I don't have to tell you where my home is.", there's a slight note of irritation towards the last three words, as though the sheer mention is problem enough. "And I don't have to pledge my undying faith and loyalty to your co-workers. Books are above and beyond politics." The mere word, "book", is spoken with a different tone, as though the very word is holy and meant to be caresses within speech.
Feb 10 01:49:01 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I don't have a want, need, or desire to know where you live, Kiddo. If I did, I'd know without having to ask..", the Englishman doesn't so much state, as promise to the smaller person that he's speaking with. That free hand is ran through his length of unruly and untameable curls once more, pushing a few of them back, and tucking a lock of mahogany behind his ear, "..I don't expect you to even talk to my employees. It's none of their business, what you're doing. In fact, I'm not going to be pleased if it does, suddenly, become their business. I'm fairly reasonable. You come in each evening, do your upkeep, and probably go down a list of things that I tend to leave from time to time. When you're done, your time is your own. Books can be read, but not borrowed..". The hardened edge that had been in his voice just moments before has seemed to fade a bit, dulling into the more pleasant and verbally scintillating tone that it often has, more like a mercurial fluid than anything else. The smile, displace
Feb 10 01:49:03 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ..somewhere in the last length of his statement, now returns to tug up at those full lips.
Feb 10 02:02:43 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still seeming rather unsettled, Devon's hand inches towards the already irritated area around his collarbone, though he seems to keep it down through sheer force of will. As the other man speaks, he nods from time to time in agreement with the other man's words, arms crossing over his narrow chest as his fingers entwine themselves within the fabric of his shirt. At the same time, his eyes remain glued to the British man, never blinking or wavering, as though memorizing each word spoken by sight and not sound. "Books should never be removed from their place of storage unless the conditions are unfit or... should politics interfere with their keeping." The irony of the latter part of this statement doesn't seem lost, though it only shows for a moment before any trace of recognizable humor vanishes completely. There's a sense of duty and a unique understanding that this topic brings out, something that seems to indeed be bred into the very fibers of his being.
Feb 10 02:08:26 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I don't have a want, need, or desire to know where you live, Kiddo. If I did, I'd know without having to ask..", the Englishman doesn't so much state, as promise to the smaller person that he's speaking with. That free hand is ran through his length of unruly and untameable curls once more, pushing a few of them back, and tucking a lock of mahogany behind his ear, "..I don't expect you to even talk to my employees. It's none of their business, what you're doing. In fact, I'm not going to be pleased if it does, suddenly, become their business. I'm fairly reasonable. You come in each evening, do your upkeep, and probably go down a list of things that I tend to leave from time to time. When you're done, your time is your own. Books can be read, but not borrowed..". The hardened edge that had been in his voice just moments before has seemed to fade a bit, dulling into the more pleasant and verbally scintillating tone that it often has, more like a mercurial fluid than anything else. The smile, displace
Feb 10 02:08:28 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ..somewhere in the last length of his statement, now returns to tug up at those full lips.
Feb 10 02:10:58 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Pulled into a hot tub sounds fun," Althea says. "And the hot water is good for soaking the piercing." She pauses, takes another sip of her juice. "Devon, you lucky bastard. I'd kill for that job." She smiles at Gareth, wondering if taking such a job would actually come to that.
Feb 10 02:13:45 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Yes, well. Despite that little tidbit, the books are still mine. I'll decide if the political clime is as such that the materials would need to be move to another location..", the lithe and often-charming Breton suggests in his most polite and amiable tone. A hand is reached out to snag a card from the pocket of his ankle-length and ancient looking jacket, which is then handed to Devon, "..You can give this to the Bouncer at the door. He's black. And huge. His name is Cotton. He'll find someone who can escort you to my office..". After just a moment of musing though, his tongue running across his upper-row of teeth in a gesture of thought, he adds, "..The place is on Vine. Club Contempt. Ignore the bondage that tends to happen..". Adjusting his grip upon the duffle bag that's been slung over his shoulder for the whole of this chat's duration, he adds in one last little bit, "..I'll give you a better rundown when we have the privacy of my office. Until then, though, I've things that need to be tende
Feb 10 02:13:46 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ...to before the night is over..". Before he can leave though, something in whatever it was that Althea said catches upon his hearing, and he stops, turning to look the woman over in a curious manner. His voice lacking a fluctuate pattern of jest or teasing, he admits, "..Most people would..", before taking his leave and not waiting for another verbal speed-bump to slow his progress.
Feb 10 02:19:18 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Yes, well. Despite that little tidbit, the books are still mine. I'll decide if the political clime is as such that the materials would need to be move to another location..", the lithe and often-charming Breton suggests in his most polite and amiable tone. A hand is reached out to snag a card from the pocket of his ankle-length and ancient looking jacket, which is then handed to Devon, "..You can give this to the Bouncer at the door. He's black. And huge. His name is Cotton. He'll find someone who can escort you to my office..". After just a moment of musing though, his tongue running across his upper-row of teeth in a gesture of thought, he adds, "..The place is on Vine. Club Contempt. Ignore the bondage that tends to happen..". Adjusting his grip upon the duffle bag that's been slung over his shoulder for the whole of this chat's duration, he adds in one last little bit, "..I'll give you a better rundown when we have the privacy of my office. Until then, though, I've things that need to be tende
Feb 10 02:19:22 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: ...to before the night is over..". Before he can leave though, something in whatever it was that Althea said catches upon his hearing, and he stops, turning to look the woman over in a curious manner. His voice lacking a fluctuate pattern of jest or teasing, he admits, "..Most people would..", before taking his leave and not waiting for another verbal speed-bump to slow his progress.
Feb 10 02:28:25 :: (GC) Gareth votes for Catalina
Feb 10 02:28:27 :: (GC) Gareth votes for Devon
Feb 10 02:28:29 :: (GC) Gareth votes for Althea
Feb 10 02:28:37 :: (GC) Catalina votes for Gareth
Feb 10 02:28:40 :: (GC) Catalina votes for Devon
Feb 10 02:28:43 :: (GC) Catalina votes for Althea
Feb 10 02:29:22 :: (GC) Althea votes for Devon
Feb 10 02:30:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding in a solemn manner, Devon's keen gaze is kept trained on the man as he walking into the night, card clasped neatly between the pad of his thumb and a forefinger. It is only after the Breton is out of sight and beyond that the willowy figure's eyes turn to study the card with care, looking up from time to time in a manner more neurotic than usual. Finally, one arm snakes behind his back and long fingers dig into a pocket, retrieving a white handkerchief from it. The cloth is opened with a flick of the wrist, then the card is placed neatly in the center. Folding the material about the piece of paper, each corner is matched with painstaking care before deemed fit to be returned to the pocket of his pants. A certain possessiveness over the single items seems to be developing, as the still suspicious gaze is now focused on Althea, though nothing is said about her earlier comment.
Feb 10 02:30:26 :: (GC) Devon votes for Gareth
Feb 10 02:35:29 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Librarian, huh? Sounds like a sweet job. Besides the whole knifepoint thing, anyway." She shrugs. "Better than Barnes and Noble, at least. No soccer moms who want to know what's on Oprah's shit list and they want their venti half-caf soy caramel foamless latte RIGHT FUCKING NOW." She finishes her drink, then places the bottle in her bag. "Overhearing all that probably wasn't my business, but I'm getting used to being hopelessly out of place, especially when Johnny's around." She laughs, a short, slightly bitter noise.
Feb 10 02:47:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Brilliant gaze shifting to meet Althea's darker eyes, Devon quietly explains, "I come from a long and proud line of librarians." While the words might sound somewhat comical, the tone used to give the explanation seems to make it more plausible, seeming to fit the willowy form. Both arms hanging by his sides begin to rise, fingers flexing one last time before the libs once more wrap about his torso, digits of one hand grasping the loose material of his shirt. The self-caused injury on his collarbone is patted lightly with the other, the touch tender, though still more than the open skin should be subjected to.
Feb 10 03:01:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Can't choose your genes.", is the simple reply offered, the youth seeming to be sinking back into himself now that is new employer seems to be gone from sight and sound. Shifting his weight so that he can rock back on his heels slightly, Devon offers a nod to Jang as she approaches once more. Fingers still thumping lightly at his skin, they now seem to be making an attempt to hold the small cut together, a single drop of blood pooling at the surface, it's rich color contrasting against the porcelain-pale shade of his skin.
Feb 10 03:21:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Can't choose your genes.", is the simple reply offered, the youth seeming to be sinking back into himself now that is new employer seems to be gone from sight and sound. Shifting his weight so that he can rock back on his heels slightly, Devon offers a nod to Jang as she approaches once more. Fingers still thumping lightly at his skin, they now seem to be making an attempt to hold the small cut together, a single drop of blood pooling at the surface, it's rich color contrasting against the porcelain-pale shade of his skin.
Feb 10 03:28:25 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I don't deny my geekhood. I've always been a bookworm, and I'll always be a bookworm." She brushes a strand of hair from her face. "Always with the scratching," Althea clucks when she sees Devon picking at himself, realizing that she sounds a lot like her grandmother. She reaches in her bag and offers him a Band-Aid.
Feb 10 03:31:30 :: (GC) Catalina rposed: "That reminds me, I meant to try teaching myself a new language soon..." The platinum haired woman murmured in an undertone, the comment clearly meant more for herself than anyone else. Shaking her head, she blinked and leaned in slightly to eye Devon's self-inflicted injury. She had said her piece on that already, however, and would say no more. Producing her phone from one pocket, she glanced at the time before letting the little device slip back into her pocket.
Feb 10 03:35:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Pulling his hand away from his chest, Devon holds it up, back facing his torso and palm facing Althea. Shaking his head politely, he says, "I have things back at my home." Glancing around, eyes flicking from person to person before he looks at both woman once more. "I should be getting there myself." Head dipping in a curt, thought polite, manner, he turns away from the strip, long strides blending carrying him away from the mob of people in a quick and purposeful manner. Never once does he look back, or even supply a slight wave as he continues on his path, posture as ridged as ever.
Feb 10 10:17:49 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Sitting at a booth near the side of the room, Sybine's elbow rests on the tabletop, her other in her lap. Infront of her on the table is an untouched slice of pizza and an unopened soda. She'd dressed straight from work, a pair of dirty blue jeans and boots on her lower half, with a sleeveless blue vest hanging over a black, longsleeved tshirt. Her shoulders are huntched foward, her back to the door, and she seems to be spending more time pulling at her lip ring with her thumb and forefinger than actually eating.
Feb 10 10:28:56 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: QUietly the door to the pizza parlor is pushed open and in steps the young musician, his guitar case is slung upon his back, and he is dressed rather casually as per the norm of his appearance. His converse squeak abit as he pulls out several wadded up dollar bills and starts trying to straighten them while he waits in line. Idly commenting, "You hear about the sea monster of Santa Monica Boulevard? Heard it was scaring folks the other night.."
Feb 10 10:30:00 :: (GC) Carl rposed: The Clerk tries to explain to Carlsomething but Carl crosses his arms and shakes his head. "Im gonna take a seat bucko, and i 20 minutes i want my fucken order.." He puffs up his chest and points to himself. "Im fucken Carl Carlson, I am your fucken god.." he looks around for a moment and notices Sybine, a smile comes to his face as he walks he hears the man speak, he trips over a table, landing at Sybones feet. "You say shit about a fucken sea monster bitch
Feb 10 10:31:45 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: A few patrons, well actually, damn near all of them, and the clerk all seem to be on edge when the Biker says his name as people start making their ways towards the exit. Trying to act as casually as possible though they fail miserably.
Feb 10 10:34:15 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Nearly falling out of her seat, Sybine's whole body scrambles backwards to avoid Carl's landing. As her back makes contact with the wall behind her, she pushes some hair out of her face with one hand while the other clutches the edge of the table. Her facial expression doesn't hide her nervousness even a bit, her teeth pinning her lip ring between them as she bites down on it. With Carl's question, she shakes her head rapidly a few times, though as her eyes dart about with the motion of some moving towards the door, her breath only quickens, both feet on the seat of the booth allowing her boots to squeek against the plastic as she attempts to push herself seemingly through the wall.
Feb 10 10:49:00 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: As Carl pulls himself up and takes a seat, motioning for her, Sybine raises a thin eyebrow, her shoulders slowly relaxing from their position pushed up against the wall. As the biker brings his hand down against the table, she visually jumps a bit, but brings one foot back to the floor. She pushes her tongue over her lips as she releases her bite on her lip ring, one hand still nervously hanging onto the edge of the table. "Nothing I don't mind as long as 'Fate' didn't bring a shotgun this time, I don't mind tellin' ya."  Her voice is soft and light, but her obvious discomfort keeps it from raising above a whisper.
Feb 10 10:49:03 :: (GC) Fortang forced Johnny to save
Feb 10 10:49:26 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: The clerks look at one another in confusion but nod and get to work, "It's coming.." The few remaining patrons making their exit..
Feb 10 10:59:13 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: The sound of sirens can be heard in the distance rapidly growing closer..
Feb 10 11:25:48 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Slowly getting up from her seat, Sybine manages to stand on the seat of the booth and step carefully over the tabletop to the other side. "I... should really just go back to the hotel," she manages nervously, glancing towards the door, and then around to the nearly vacant room. She takes a few steps away from the table, pausing for a moment to glance out the front window. Her figure is obviously shaken from the interaction.
Feb 10 11:39:56 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Alexandra
Feb 10 13:43:43 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb 10 14:15:30 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA red Chevy Nova sits outside of Club Crank, the engine cut and the heavily-tinted windows rolled up.@W
Feb 10 14:20:00 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A petite girl who looked to be in about her late teens with sweet features and blonde hair streaked through with blue. Her lips were painted a matching hue and her slender form was encased in a little black dress with a corset style bodice. Knee-high boots with bright blue laces and blue fishnet over her hands completed the outfit. The girl's sapphire eyes caught sight of the Nova and she giggled softly to herself as she meandered over and stood before the driver's side window, hands clasped behind her back.
Feb 10 14:23:06 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe window rolls down slowly, a tiny buzzing sound accompanying the action. First a bald head is revealed, tattooed with a black hand, then a pair of thin black eyebrows, then a pair of ominously dark eyes, a hispanic man's authoritative face, and then the top most part of Kenneth's well-dressed figure. "@rYou're looking lovely, dear.@D"@W
Feb 10 14:32:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rNot exactly. Climb in, we're going for a wonderful drive down the beach strip.@D" The two front windows roll down as he says this, and though the man's face remains as business-like and calculating as ever, it's clear he's about as excited as a dog to simply go for a drive in such wonderful conditions.@W
Feb 10 14:35:07 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "That sounds delightful." She replied with another little smile. Moving around to the passenger's side, the girl opened the door and slid into the vehicle before pulling it closed behind herself. "I adore your car, I really do." She commented as she situated herself and pulled the seat belt across her chest more out of habit than anything else.
Feb 10 14:39:55 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe engine roars to life and Kenneth hits the gas, turning the steering wheel to swing the car's front out, before pulling the Nova into a U-Turn while a minor break in traffic exists. "@rThe Gods themselves adore my car.@D" A playful smirk cuts across the hispanic man's features as the wind picks up, refreshingly cold night air rushing through the car. "@rAnd, thank you. It /is/ a fine piece of machinery, isn't it? Not to mention it's been a useful weapon, oddly enough. And a burden. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if this monstrosity assembles into a forty foot robot of doom while I sleep.@D" The car roars down the street, towards the beach.@W
Feb 10 14:54:25 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe serene, monstrous mass of blue ocean comes into view after a few minutes of driving, a tiny smirk on the hispanic man's face in response to Leannan's comment. The Nova cuts across the horizon like a red streak, a heavy contrast against the background of black sky and azure water. As they speed along North Palm drive, Kenneth leans his head back, clearly more relaxed than he's ever looked in his professional attire and demeanor. He reaches forward, clicking on the radio and immediately frowning as Ice Cube's voice breaks out over the speakers. He turns it off with a sigh, saying "@rLet's just listen to the wind and the engine, shall we?@D" The unpleasant expression is dashed away by the feeling of the cool breeze, and he begins to slow the car down as they near one of the many Private Beach Condos.@W
Feb 10 14:55:21 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Feb 10 15:00:16 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: Brings her right hand up to stroke her fingertips along the edge the door, tracing the molding that encased the window. "A fine idea, my dear man." The blonde girl replied in a soft and rather content tone. Looking out towards the ocean, her smile was slightly melancholy for a moment as memories filtered through her mind. Shaking her head to ward of the seemingly ancient effigy of sunny days on warm sands, she instead turned to watch the building past. Nothing more was said for the time being, instead the girl just enjoyed the ride.
Feb 10 15:05:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DRemaining silent for the rest of the ride, Kenneth pulls the car into the garage of his beach condo, before closing the garage behind them as they pull in, the headlights illuminating the inside of the rather tidy garage. He steps out of the car after cutting the engine, before moving to the passenger side and opening the door for Leannan. When this is done the hispanic man fixes his tie and opens the door to the condo, holding it open for the harpy.@W
Feb 10 15:16:20 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"Thank you, dear.@D" Is replied at first, the man's voice its usual mixture of cold professionalism and charming etiquette. He turns to face the woman, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black pants casually. "@rSo, you've got the scoop on this McCarthy fellow, hmm?@D"@W
Feb 10 15:27:17 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rAll the more reason for me to take him under my wing.@D" Kenneth states simply, seeming unfazed by the woman's words. "@rAnything else?@D"@W
Feb 10 15:30:33 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, dear..." She murmured softly with an almost apologetic smile. "If you did, it would be complicated. Others have prior claims on him. Myself included. I should hate for there to be a conflict of interest." Pausing then, she tipped her head to the side and tapped her fingertips against the tip of her chin. "Though, truth be told, he'd do better under your care. Assuming Christian can be convinced _not_ to kill him."
Feb 10 15:34:59 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rOf course he won't kill him. We need reinforcements, dear. And we've got to pick from the selection before us, because as our ex-Scourge and absent Prince both eloquently put it, they aren't coming.@D" Kenneth turns now, pacing a few feet across the hardwood floor, heels thudding gently. His hands remain in his pockets, his expression becoming thoughtful. "@rMr. McCarthy is a promising individual, and I plan to make him a valuable figure in our establishment. Consider him to be under my protection. I doubt your motorcycle friend will want to butt heads over something so trivial, really.@D"@W
Feb 10 15:39:59 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The woman's expression clearly stated that she did not think so at all. "That will be handled when it becomes an issue, I suppose. Be wary of the one who can snap steel, however. Come to think of it, I owe Patrick a certain amount of unpleasant attention. His actions caused the current affair that I am trapped in." Reaching up, the girl tugged her fingers roughly through her hair before turning again and staring out across the night through the glass barrier. "Something odd is afoot in this city, my dear Sheriff. A coming darkness, as the Seer put it. So please forgive me if I am a bit out of sorta."
Feb 10 15:48:22 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe matter of Patrick's well being seems to leave Kenneth's mind, as it's clear he's weary to get in an argument over it. He turns his attention to the Harpy once more, taking a few steps forward to stand next to her at the glass, hands slid into his pockets, dark eyes turned towards the ocean beyond the glass. "@rI thrive in Darkness.@D" He replies stoically, his expression fixed. "@rI do not thrive in Chaos. And that's what this nonsense is becoming. Terrorists and lupines and bears, oh my.@D"@W
Feb 10 15:55:21 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "What terrorists?" She scoffed at the word before tilting her head up to glance at the man from the corner of her eye. "Something happening, Kenneth. Hence why I lost two inches, my natural hair color and the cheekbones and eyes I'm rather fond of." Those sapphire eyes, clearly not contacts, shifted back to the water beyond. "Of course, few people but Johnny will believe the story attached to it all. So I'll simply tell you this. There was an item sealed in the concrete foundation of the building. It is no longer safe and now certain parties are after it. The terrorism claims were a poorly strung together excuse for this."
Feb 10 15:58:35 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rOf course they were. I was merely joking.@D" Kenneth smiles pleasantly, his eyes flicking towards the woman for a single moment before turning back to the ocean. "@rYou'd be amazed with what I can believe in. So you'd better start with the story, dear. This all seems rather important.@D" Kenneth purses his lips, taking his hands from his pockets to straighten his tie while waiting for an answer.@W
Feb 10 16:13:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rTemporis.@D" Kenneth says, his professional expression never faltering. "@rOr some other odd thing. That chest could have anything. The heart of an elder, perhaps.@D" One can almost see the gears turning in the hispanic man's head as he raises one hand, two fingers resting gently on his own chin as his features become dominated by thought. "@rDid they say anything that might give away who they were? Were any of them vampiric? If so, did they exhibit signs or abilities of a specific clan? Did they give names or aliases?@D"@W
Feb 10 16:19:21 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "It was a Setite book, actually. We dug it up ourselves once time reset. Sadly, I do not understand Egyptian." That same wrist was once more flicked in what may have been a dismissive gesture. Or one of annoyance. "I must convince that I put little effort in learning the arts of heightened awareness. And I think Christian was a bit too busy being fussy to check. Otherwise, they displayed no overt signs. We did not wait around for them the second time."
Feb 10 16:20:44 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rAnd you have the book?@D"@W
Feb 10 16:30:31 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth shakes his head, stepping away from the window before strolling into the room, his hands sliding back into his pockets, the back of his suit jacket slightly ruffled from the action. "@rNo, but I will within the month. Please keep it safe.@D"@W
Feb 10 16:34:04 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "It's being translated at the moment," She confessed with a slight smile as she turned at an angle to regard the man. "But I'm always interested in second opinions. They keep the first honest." Closing her eyes for a moment, when they once more opened, the woman spoke again. "Odd occurances have continued since then. Such as hearing a thunderstorm when I walked into one of my havens. On a clear night. It rather disturbed Christian. I have not, personally, been the recipient of such attentions, though."
Feb 10 16:37:39 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rAny idea when the translation will be complete?@D" He asks, a frown upsetting his cold features for a moment. "@rAhhh.@D" He responds to the last few statements, turning back to face the woman. "@rThat's interesting. Deeper down the rabbit hole.@D"@W
Feb 10 16:46:33 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth first nods his head in agreement, then shakes it. "@rNo. I haven't heard of any, and I wouldn't be surprised if there weren't actually any here. This isn't exactly a safe place for socialites.@D"@W
Feb 10 17:02:49 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rDon't we all? Which is why I choose to befriend the shadows.@D" Kenneth offers a little smile, taking a few steps back to his original position next to Leannan, at the glass. "@rSo. Back to Patrick. Are you quite adamant in wanting to harm him?@D"@W
Feb 10 17:39:47 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rI fear you're talking circles around me, dear. Do you want to make the man your ward?@D" Kenneth asks, a thin eyebrow raised in a genuinely curious manner. "@rBecause if not, I will certainly take him.@D"@W
Feb 10 17:46:11 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA smile dances on Kenneth's lips for a moment as he turns his gaze towards the woman, sliding his hands into his pockets again. "@rMet him in a bar, actually. I heard he was ex-military, and that was enough. So I tested him some.@D" Kenneth nods, the smile falling away as he watches the silent waves of the far off ocean. "@rIt's serene, isn't it?@D" He asks, his tone changing entirely, black eyes still on the waves. "@rIt's even better than I remember it during the day.@D"@W
Feb 10 17:49:30 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Tested him...mmm...I see. I need to have a discussion with him before I can give you a final answer. Everytime I have tried to, that lupine was near. I shall try to be quick about the meeting, however, so as to not make you wait unnecessarily." Finished with that topic, she smiled faintly at the man's tone when he spoke of the ocean. "Oh, it is. The ocean is a wonderous thing. I used to be a bit afraid of the water when I was alive. I was never terribly good at swimming. I find I appreciate it more now."
Feb 10 17:53:45 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DKenneth nods his head ever so slightly, his body remaining entirely still as the woman speaks. "@rTake your time. There are always others I can root out.@D" He says, staring out of the glass with the same passive expression. "@rI never bothered with swimming, either. I'm afraid I'm more of a land man.@D"@W
Feb 10 18:11:17 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rYou flatter me yet again, dear.@D" He replies, shifting his weight to take a quick glance at the woman, before he looks back to the ocean. "@rBut, thank you.@D"@W
Feb 10 18:17:35 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Not at all," The girl smiled before linking her arms behind her back. "But, I think it's time I took my leave, Mr. Giles." The formality aside, her tone was light and pleasant. "I have several things to take care of this eve and I fancy a stroll along the beach to fortify my mind against the stress that I'm sure is to result." Looking up at the man, she chuckled softly. "I think it may take the place of the cemetery for my favor spot of meditative silence. Thank you for that. I'll show myself out." That smile widen just a tiny bit as she woman incline her head to the taller man and turned to leave.
Feb 10 18:19:43 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rGood Evening.@D" Is all that the hispanic man replies, standing with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the beach, his silhouette dark against the large glass window.@W
Feb 10 18:20:59 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Kenneth
Feb 10 18:22:17 :: (GC) Kenneth votes for Leannan
Feb 10 18:53:43 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Through the thriving masses of Santa Monica, there walks a thin man dressed in a standard waiter's uniform, his blue tie fit snugly around his neck, hanging over his chest and flapping in the breeze. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his black slacks, his head down and green eyes on the sidewalk before him, strands of blonde-brown hair dancing over the skin forehead, a slight flush to his cheeks. He looks rather sick and more depressed than usual, no happiness shining in his features, nor is there any signs of intoxication.
Feb 10 18:57:43 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At the scream of some celebrity's name, a stampede of footsteps thunders down the sidewalk like a herd of rushing water buffalo. A forest of flashes herald the coming of the starlet and her boytoy of the moment, while one voice echoes a bit louder than the rest with a resounding, "Parisite! Parisite! Over here! Who's the fresh victim of your overexerted loins?" A chorus of laughter breaks out among the other photographers while an angry Hilton stomps into a nearby club. With a shit-eating grin on her face, Ella manages to ease her way out of the throng of paparazzi, enjoying a few claps to the back.
Feb 10 19:01:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter glances up at the disturbance on the strip, a frown forming over his hopeless expression, before it falls away and is replaced by the same sorrowful, despondent look. The thin man turns before getting any nearer to the club, pressing his back against a nearby brick wall as a loud sigh escapes his lips. His silver-green eyes stare at his feet for a few moments, before he turns his head and watches Ella emerge from the crowd.
Feb 10 19:05:17 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Holding her camera in one hand, Ella uses the other to rake her fingers through her glossy black hair, pulling a few stray threads of it from her eyes. She begins whistling the first few bars of 'Hit Me Baby, One More Time' before stopping short, a rather befuddled expression on her face. She backpedals a few steps, having -just- passed Elijah, in order to tilt her head and peer at him one more time. "Heeyyy, I think I know you!" she exclaims with a crooked smile, gesturing vaguely at his face as she adds, "Almost didn't recognize ya with the dye job and all. What's going on?"
Feb 10 19:09:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man's eyes fall away from the woman as she passes him by, the color suddenly leaving his face. As she addresses him, however, his green-silver eyes stare up out of the vine-work of silky bangs, hands shoved deep into his pockets, fingers twitching. "Nothing." He replies, a shiver passing through his thin form for a moment. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, and his body begins to calm down after the momentary spasm. "I see business is good." He says, his voice hardly attached to the conversation at hand.
Feb 10 19:15:37 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A frown touches Ella's lips as she takes another tentative step closer to Elijah, her astute gaze sweeping over his face. "Are you sure you're okay? You know the flu's been going around pretty bad. You look like you might fall over," she mentions with a note of concern in her voice. She risks a glance over her shoulder at the mobscene she just exited, grunting with a shake of her head. "Business is always good. This is Los Angeles, home of the hard partying 'stars' that don't want their fame to come crashing down around them. Anything for a picture, right?"
Feb 10 19:37:23 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Slate grey eyes stray down Elijah's arms as another frown overtakes Ella's expression, her head nodding slowly. "Yeah, yeah sure, pizza sounds like a good idea. I'm totally famished from jockeying for a better position in the crowds," she replies while shoving a smile onto her face. "You say you're not too bad, but your body says something different entirely," she muses aloud, holding out her arm to offer him some support.
Feb 10 19:44:36 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A nervous chuckle escapes Elijah's lips, accompanied by a lazy nod. "Fair enough." He confirms, his voice steady for the moment.
Feb 10 19:57:37 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A bit of a smile dances over his lips after he's settled into the booth, and he reaches into his back pocket to procure a small leather wallet, before opening the thing up and peering inside. His fingers fumble at a few crumpled bills, hands beginning to shake again. Somehow he manages to pull a pair of ten dollar bills out, putting them on the table with a sigh. "Let's get a large whatever. Pepperoni is fine with me." After he's done speaking Elijah presses his head against the window, curling into himself and closing his eyes.
Feb 10 20:03:59 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a smile and a pleasant voice, Ella requests a large pepperoni from the waitress as well as a glass of whatever beer is currently on tap. She produces an ID at the behest of the rather bored waitress, never losing her smile. With a glance in Elijah's direction, she also tacks on an order for a glass of water and a Coke. After the woman has flounced off to fill the order, Ella leans across the table on her elbows and asks in a whisper, "How long have you been feeling like this?"
Feb 10 20:10:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Just for a few days. I'm getting better." He replies, the lids of one eye cracking open to peer at Ella. His face contorts again as another fit of shaking takes him over, but he calms down soon and lies still against the window, chest rising and falling in a steady pattern. "It's no big deal. I promise I'll be fine."
Feb 10 20:22:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Hah. I bet." Elijah says before the next wave of pain hits him, drumming his fingers on his thighs anxiously. "I'm not sick or anything, Ella. I don't have the flu." The waiter's tone is rather grave, his expression becoming solemn again. He lets his head fall back, apparently trying to calm himself before the next wave of discomfort. Now and then he opens his eyes to check and see if their order is ready, but otherwise he simply sits their and shakes, wincing every once in a while.
Feb 10 20:29:21 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Of course the drinks arrive first, with Ella thanking the waitress before tilting her head to one side. "So... booze, caffeine, or water? Your choice, I'll take whatever's left," she states with a nod towards the three glasses sitting so neatly in the center of the table. She crosses her arms on the tabletop before laying her head on them, blinking at the three differently colored liquids. "They almost look like a progression, but which came first? The clean water turning to the syrupy mess of Coke or did the Coke get a wild hair and try to go legit, turning into water? They're all delicious and refreshing in their own way, I guess," she rambles on, barely even blinking. "So if you don't have the flu, what do you have?"
Feb 10 20:47:56 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At the scrape of glass on wood, Ella blinks her eyes rapidly and peers up at Elijah. Her mouth forms a slight o-shape as knowledge creeps into those grey sights. Lifting her head, she grants him a nod and reaches for the beer. "Ah, that does pretty well explain it. That stuff does nasty things. It never wants to leave peacefully," she smiles faintly, though her eyes hav wandered back to the sweating glass in her hand.
Feb 10 20:59:17 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A wince crosses Ella's face before she takes a deep draught of the amber liquid in her glass. Setting the glass aside, knowing if she drinks too much too soon it'll go straight to her head, she lets out a small sigh. "He sounds like he has good intentions and all, but isn't that a little harsh over just a couple of drinks? Did you get like stinking drunk and start macking on someone else? Or puke all over him? If not, then what's the harm? Everyone has a couple of drinks now and then, it doesn't make'em all alckies."
Feb 10 21:09:43 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I have a problem, Ella." He says, drinking some more of the soda with a grimace, riding out a momentary wave of pain and nausea before speaking again. "It's not harsh at all. I mean, I'm not sure why he kicked my ass, but whatever.
Feb 10 21:13:05 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I have a problem, Ella." He says, drinking some more of the soda with a grimace, riding out a momentary wave of pain and nausea before speaking again. "It's not harsh at all. I mean, I'm not sure why he kicked my ass, but whatever. It's for my own good." He sets the coke back on the table, closing his eyes and leaning back. "I'm an alcoholic, let's be honest. Or I was. Hopefully. I don't know. I never want to feel that pain again, and if I drink he'll make it happen." His voice lowers, and he seems to be speaking primarily to himself at this point.
Feb 10 21:19:41 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Both of Ella's dark eyebrows lift as she listens intently to Elijah's words and the tone of his voice, her gaze boring right into his without flinching. "Yeah, that does seem a little harsh," comes her quiet reply, but only after sitting silently and considering his words at length. "Cold turkey's a hard way to go. Sometimes people fall harder into the stuff they're trying to break away from because it's just that rough.. though I think maybe this boy of yours has that covered for now."
Feb 10 21:27:05 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter drinks the last of his coke after sitting up and staring into Ella's eyes, his teeth gnashing an ice cube. "You know, I've withdrawn from the worst of it. But last night... It's... It was.." He shakes his head, sitting back against the booth before letting his head fall back. His nostrils flare for a moment as he sniffs the air, smelling the pizza that finally arrives at their table.
Feb 10 21:33:45 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Without any hesitation, Ella snatches up a slice of the pepperoni pizza and immediately tears off a chunk. A faint whimper crawls from her throat as she then reaches for her cold beer, chugging back a pretty healthy drink of it. "Goddamn! Did they cook this on the fucking sun? Holy shit!" she exclaims while fanning her mouth after setting the glass aside. Shaking her head and taking a breath she peers at Elijah, "Something tells me he isn't like some sort of AA approved sponsor. Sure, it's good to get clean and sobered up but the methods have much to be desired of. He doesn't have the right to lay a hand on you. Or a foot. Or anything else."
Feb 10 21:45:56 :: (GC) Elijah votes for Ella
Feb 10 21:48:45 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Finally, Ella is able to devour her slice of rapidly cooling pizza, her body relaxing just that much more on her side of the table. Already she's reaching for a second piece, though unlike before she waits for it to cool down to avoid further damage to her gaping maw. "You know what they say about most serial killers? They say oh he was such a nice boy or he was so quiet and mild-mannered... But if he's hurting you, then that's not very nice at all. He could have urged you into AA or something like that where they are trained professionals. Even if the intentions seem good on the surface, it's just another excuse for violence."
Feb 10 21:52:29 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah's mouth opens again as he prepares a retort, but a crestfallen look overcomes his features, and he simply stuffs more pizza into his mouth. His eyes stare off into a random direction, deep in contemplation, jaw working on the mouthful of pizza before he turns his head back to Ella. "It's just complicated." He says, sighing and taking a drink of water. "I've known some worse people."
Feb 10 22:09:43 :: (GC) Ella rposed: At the mention of the mysterious boyfriend's name, one of Ella's angular eyebrows shoots upwards. She pauses in mid-chew to stare at Elijah, blinking only once before remembering she's supposed to be eating. Managing to finish that third slice and swallow it without incident, Ella wipes her hands on a napkin and nods slowly. "Uh, oh yeah! Definitely something like karate or judo. Or maybe whatever one lets me flip people over my shoulder and laugh at them as they lie on the ground. Not like what Jet Li does. That little crackhead is too fast. It sorta makes me dizzy."
Feb 10 22:11:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "What?" Elijah says, eyebrows knitting into a frown as he notices Ella's reaction to the name. "What was that look for?" He asks, taking a hurried bite of pizza before drinking more water. "Do you know him?"
Feb 10 22:20:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The curious expression falls away from Elijah's face, and he finishes the piece of pizza he's on before taking another and standing up. "Well, thanks Ella. I feel a little better now." He turns to walk away, before looking back. "Let me know about the karate thing. I'll see if Devon doesn't mind me going." With that he turns away and prepares to walk out.
Feb 11 13:56:16 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Whats the different between a Canadian and an American. The American is the one with the gun.
Feb 11 15:28:13 :: (GC) Endymion forced Deselus to status Clan Status 1
Feb 11 17:05:55 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Deselus
Feb 11 17:10:43 :: (GC) Ella votes for Elijah
Feb 11 17:23:38 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Through the bustling crowd of shoppers clogging up Melrose Avenue, a single willowy form can be seen through the shop window, weaving and dodging through the gaps in the sea of humanity. Long, precise strides carry the androgynous form with a certain practiced ease as cerulean eyes search the buildings rising up on either side of the street, a keen eye studying each detail. Head nodding once upon finding the desired destination, a lithe arm snakes around a curving torso, long fingers reaching into a back pocket. Upon removal, a white handkerchief is grasped between a thumb and forefinger, the neatly-folded cloth being unfurled with a flick of a wrist. Using the material to protect pale skin from the handle of the door, it's opened just enough for the willowy frame to slip through.
Feb 11 17:30:01 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Long after the youth has entered the book store, a man dressed in blue jeans, a simple black polo shirt, and a khaki jacket appears outside of the shop, his hands slipped into his pockets and his head tilted downward, eyes sockets shadowed by a brown-blonde bangs. His body twitches now and then, an action that seems to bring his torso into itself, his arms snapping to his sides every time it occurs. He glances up suddenly, staring at his surroundings. Upon noting the bookstore directly in front of him, he steps forward and prepares to enter. His silver-green eyes lock on the door handle for several moments, however, until he reaches a shaking hand out to pry it open and step inside. When this is done he turns his gaze to his footsteps again and heads towards the philosophy section, taking no note of any others in the establishment.
Feb 11 17:42:30 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Long fingers carefully re-folding the cloth almost subconsciously, the youthful figure's gaze scans the shop with a mixture of caution and suspicion, eyes lingering on the man who's own critical gaze seems to unsettle the youth. Reaching back around to return the cloth into a pocket, the willowy figure begins to stride around the store, the well-polished leather of platform boots creaking softly with each step taken. Both arms now wrap about a curving torso, one hand weaving fingers into the lightweight material of a shirt while the other hand rises upwards so that fingertips can ghost lightly over the pristine skin over a visible collarbone. Head tilting to the side as the door opens once more, an elegant neck arches to look at the new arrival. Recognition flares within the pale depths of the gaze, a simple nod offered to the man and nothing more.
Feb 11 18:08:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Gaze never truly leaving the green-eyed figure as he approaches the youth, the words, "Hello Elijah.", spill over full lips in a quiet voice. The tone, too, is soft, though there's a slight edge to it, the timbre as androgynous at the figure who spoke the words. There's a certain hint of fleeting affection that ghosts over angelic features, though it doesn't linger for more than a moment before dissipating into the night. Willowy frame shifting its position slightly, the youth's attention now turns to the bespectacled figure. Brilliant eyes study the larger form with scrutiny, a cold and calculating sense within the unblinking gaze. A curt nod is offered, its meaning vague, before attention once more turns to the seemingly pained young man.
Feb 11 18:21:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Another twitch sweeps through Elijah's thin body, and he holds his abdomen for a second, his handsome features pulling into a wince. When it has passed he looks back up, smiling nervously at the other man. "I feel different." He says, turning his head to stare at the other people in the bookstore, self-conscious for the first time in his life. 
Feb 11 18:31:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A nod is offered to the man as he speaks, the action holding a sense of knowing, though there's no sympathy or even understanding within the gesture. Weight shifting from heel to toe and back again in one smooth motion, the youth arches one tawny brow in questioning. "How so?" The words breeze over barely-parted lips, holding an analytical sense, the question more mechanical in nature than personal. The fingers moving across the collarbone begin to apply more pressure, though no marks show. Head tilting to the side, the youth peers at the expressionless figure out of the corner of an eye. Almost compulsively he calls out, "The third book you replaced, it's not straight. It's sticking out by a few millimeters." Once more, the words are almost hollow, though a hint of velvet smooths the words.
Feb 11 18:39:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I feel sober." Elijah admits, glancing off to the side as his fingers twitch in his pockets. He stands to his full height suddenly, straightening his posture out as he takes a deep breath, staring at Devon with the same affectionate half-smile on his lips. His back cracks loudly as he stands up straight, a slight wince marring the happiness displayed on his features. "I'm still in pain... But my head's clear. It's weird." One blonde eyebrow is raised on his forehead as he tilts his body to the side, staring at the expressionless man for a moment. After this is done he settles back into his original position, watching Devon closely. "Things are also bothering me, like that. I think... before.. you know, I didn't notice it as much. But little things are starting to irk me."
Feb 11 19:03:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "That's better. Thank you." The words are polite and hold a sense of satisfaction within them, though there's also an irked sense that the comment needed to be made at all. Having watched the expressionless stranger until the demand was dealt with,  focus once more turns to the man beside the youthful figure. A nod or two is offered as the man speaks, though this time there is a sense of understanding in the gesture. "You finally get to see the world." A hint of affection creeps into the words as they are spoken, enhanced by the arm that un-loops and rises from its place about the youth's waist. A hand reaches up, long fingers brushing against the other man's cheek and jaw line, trailing down and hovering at his neck before brushing down his chest. Pausing here, a wide palm is pressed directly over the man's heart.
Feb 11 19:14:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The casually dressed man stares at Devon, the blush mounting in his cheeks as physical contact is made. His expression seems considerably more crisp than it used to be, his eyes alert, a shimmer of true emotion behind their silver-green depths. "Do you want to go grab something to eat?" He asks, blonde eyebrow rising curiously on his forehead. "I'm starving. I've been really hungry.. since it started." A nervous smile infiltrates his calm features, before another wave of pain seems to shake his form, and he takes a moment to clutch his chest, his hand pressed against the youth's.
Feb 11 19:22:42 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking slightly, a few stray ringlets obscure finely-drawn features. "You're going to feel hungry for a bit. There's nothing you can do to calm the ache." Despite the almost comforting nature of the word's spoken, there's no sympathy in this explanation. Rather, a vague hint of coldness passes through the youth's eyes. No move is made to remove the hand from the man's grasp though. Body turning on a slight angle, the youth's gaze locks upon the bespectacled figure once more. "You seem to like books. What's your name?" The words are blunt and candid, though the soft hint of velvet eases them a bit. Pale eyes hold a sense of questioning, the gaze cold and piercing now. Angelic figures hold no hint, serving only as a mask of innocents.
Feb 11 19:30:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man seems to shrink back at even the tiniest trace of coldness in the youth's features. He turns his attention to the expressionless man for a moment, a light frown wrinkling his features. Before his demeanor can spoil further, however, another tiny shake moves through his body, and his grip on the youth's hand tightens as a grimace replaces his frown. "Okay.." He manages to get out, in response to Devon's statement. "We don't have to eat.."
Feb 11 19:44:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Most wouldn't have fixed the book." The words are spoken in an almost knowing manner now, the faintest traces of a slip smile playing upon full lips, the corners of the youth's mouth tugging into the shadow of a grin. "Your name?" The question is asked in the same point-blank manner once again, a hint of demanding running through them. Head leveling, the curls blocking the angelic visage cast spiral shadows over alabaster skin. Despite the youth's obvious distraction, the young man's discomfort does not go unnoticed. Eyes darting to glance at him for a moment, weight is shifted so that the willowy form leans into him slightly more.
Feb 11 19:50:49 :: (GC) Deselus rposed: The man seems to stare down and away from the youth for a moment, pondering perhaps. His hand reaches up and scratches his slightly scarred face. "I am Doctor Thsokesiczth, young man." He makes clear eye contact with the youth, and his lip seems to curl to give a knowing smirk at his own words. "You thseem quite a bit more forward than I" he states, a hint of some sort of eastern european accent finally slipping through his perfect, but lispy english. "I thsuppose for converthationth thake, I'll athsk your name." He adjusts his spectacles again, and stands squarely in the center of the aisle he stands in.
Feb 11 19:53:52 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: After the pain leaves his features, Elijah simply stands next to Devon, watching the interaction between his companion and the Doctor. He doesn't make any attempt to interject, though he slides his hands around Devon's waist in a reflexive, defensive gesture.
Feb 11 20:03:05 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb 11 20:05:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "My name is Devon." The words, as easy and conversational as they come out, hold a slight hint of quiet confidence within them. "It's nice to meet you Doctor." Another polite dip of the head is offered, though nothing more. One hand remains upon the other man, while the other continues to rub at the pale skin over the collarbone, the faintest blush of red appearing, a slight mark in the flawless complexion of the youth's porcelain facade. No attention seems to be paid to this motion, each pass made smooth, as though performed countless times in the past. Head turning a bit, brilliant eyes glances at the man clutching the willowy form and the youth's throat clear softly, seemingly to suggest something.
Feb 11 20:11:51 :: (GC) Deselus rposed: "Ah, Yesth." He gives sort of a nod, though it is unclear whether it is to himself, or as a gesture to the youth. "I think I've found all I need for today" Once again, a slight curl comes to the edge of his lip on the good side of his face, as if he thought he had said something clever. "Nithe to meet you, Devon. It isth a big cthity, but I am thure that we will meet again." He gives a polite nod, and approaches the counter with the book he found twenty minutes ago, and begins to check out with the cashier there, glancing to observe Devon as he waits to pay.
Feb 11 20:16:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As soon as Devon is done speaking, one hand rises from the youth's waste and is placed in the air, a feeble wave of his fingers offered to the scarred Doctor. "Elijah Day." He says, turning his gaze away after it is said, feelings of inferiority passing through his unsettled expression. "Sorry.." He leans in, whispering this single word into the youth's ear, his hand returning to the other man's waste.
Feb 11 20:35:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: One broad shoulder is shrugged slightly, the movement of the thin limb aimed more at Elijah than the doctor. However, the words said are obviously towards the latter. "I'm sure we will Doctor. The world tends to be smaller than it looks." The words are spoken in an almost wry manner, though they are not truly begrudging in any way. A quick glance at the younger of the two men is offered, not so much reassuring but accepting in it's appearance. Nothing more is spoken as the willowy figure lapses into silence, eyes following the doctor's every motion.
Feb 11 20:40:48 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man continues to hold the youth affectionately, his gaze traveling from the other man to the doctor, and then back again. An eyebrow is raised at the youth's attention to detail given in the doctor's direction, though he remains silent for the moment.
Feb 11 20:41:12 :: (GC) Deselus rposed: The cashier has finished with the doctor, he pays, and quickly grabs the bag she has placed the texts in. He nods to her and says "Thankth" and turns to leave. He makes a path somewhat close to Devon and Elijah, adjusting his glasses due to the quickened pace he moves at, almost as if he has somewhere to be. "Sthee you then, Devon" he says flatly. His words are almost cryptic, and the slight curl of his lip in a smirk adds to this. His face is otherwise emotionless, and so the seeming cryptic nature of his words seems to fade. He nearly brushes Devon as he passes, but does not quite, passing very close. He pushes the door of the  store open, and leaves sight of the store quickly.
Feb 11 20:43:51 :: (GC) Deselus votes for Devon
Feb 11 20:44:21 :: (GC) Devon votes for Deselus
Feb 11 20:56:18 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: There's a scattering sound on the roof. It's there and then gone again. Probably just an animal.
Feb 11 20:57:01 :: (GC) Endymion gechoed: Ignore that. Soz.
Feb 11 21:00:32 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: A man chases down the sidewalk, crouched and after something that none can see. What is visible is due in part to the large window in the front of the Venanata Luna. He's cursing, screaming, and muttering obscenities, his tie trailing behind him.
Feb 11 21:06:20 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes now shifting their focus onto the window of the store, Devon arches a brow in obvious questioning. Glancing behind him once more, he looks and Elijah, then nods towards the door. A mixture of cautious curiosity and suspicious questioning are in his eyes, his thoughts almost visible as he mentally counts his options. The hand worrying his skin pauses in it's motion, outstretching with the rest of his arm to gesture towards the door. "Shall we...?" The question is left to hang, Devon neither taking a step forwards or back, though he does shift weight to the balls of his feet, obviously poised to move.
Feb 11 21:10:08 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Curiosity takes over Elijah's features as he presses more closely to Devon, though he simultaneously steps toward the door. His arms continue to hold the other man close, his movements and affections more for protective purposes than any other. A few glances are given to the youth as they approach the door, most likely to confirm that the man is still in Elijah's arms. "Probably a crack head." Elijah whispers, a blush rising in his cheeks as he seems to remember his drug history. "Or something.."
Feb 11 21:12:02 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The man, with a half-lunge and a roaring wheeze, latches onto whatever it was that he was chasing. He slames whatever it is against the window, pinning it's backside there. From the view of those within the Venenata Luna, it looks like he's strangling a naked rat. However, for a rat, it sure does a bit of hissing and spitting and clawing at his forearm. The man's face is red, and he's on the verge of anger tears as he shouts, "..Give it back! Give it back to me you Hellion! GIVE IT BACK!". The Cat/Rat bites down on his wrist though, causing him to be dropped, and then scrabbles across the cement and into the Venenata Luna, where it hurls through the air, literally almost twelve foot, and thuds into Elijah's chest, clinging and quivering.
Feb 11 21:14:02 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "What do I need then? Your blood?" she asks. She looks at him hungrily. "I'm not sure of the etiquette, though... it's probably not nice to come up to you and be all, 'Blood please?'" She sighs. "It's hard to sleep when I'm hungry, and then I get cranky, and it just sucks all around."
Feb 11 21:19:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Face rather deadpan, Devon adds a droll, "Or something.", as though a sense of foreboding has settled comfortably about him. Turning fully around with two easy steps, Devon eyes the creature darkly. Both arms fall to his sides, fingers twitching and arching, seeming torn between plucking the thing off of Elijah with a faint hint of care or just smashing it into oblivion here and now. Seeming to wince as he does so, the youth's arms rise and reach out, fingers getting closer to the animal my the second, only to twitch and back up once more. "Why can't you be a crack-head? I know how to deal with those..."
Feb 11 21:23:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The twitching handsome male breaks off from Devon as the creature launches itself at him, his eyes going wide as he stares at the hairless cat for a moment. He meets the thing's gaze, holding his hands out at his sides as though unsure of what to do. Elijah doesn't seem to have the energy to freak out and scream like a girl, so he simply stares at the cat before looking up at Devon. "Aww. It's scared." The reply comes from his mouth as something of a surprise to himself, and he glances back down at the thing before gently wrapping his arms around it.
Feb 11 21:24:49 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Devon @gosays , '@GI would give it internets@m'
Feb 11 21:26:20 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The cat-thing hisses at Devon and releases an entangled paw from Elijah just long enough to bat it at the other several times. It's attention is turned to the door though as the previous man reaches it, hanging on the frame and sobbing, "..You give it back to me! You cannot have it! YOU CANNOT USE IT!". Those luminescent green eyes, so large and knowing and almost sentient seeming, twitch just a bit. The man, however, won't seem to actually step into the shop. The cat repeats the same paw-motions at him as it had with Devon earlier. Like a professional boxer.
Feb 11 21:32:12 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking slightly, Devon glances at the man with a questioning look, eyeing the threshold that refuses to be crossed. Slowly, he lowers his arms back down to his sides, a curious look in his gaze now. "Why?" Head tilting to the side, he stares unblinking at the figure in the doorway, peering over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye. After accepting that Elijah is not being mauled to death, his focus returns to the man once more, awaiting his answer.
Feb 11 21:34:11 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Hey. That's Devon, be nice to him." Elijah bobs up and down on his heels once, still holding the cat. His gaze moves upward, eyeing the man in the doorway as a blonde eyebrow rises inquisitively on his forehead. "You sound like a junkie." The waiter says, his tone flat and even, eyes going wide for a moment.
Feb 11 21:39:08 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The cat seems to lose it's attention span for the sobbing man in the door, and instead begins to claw and paw it's way up Elijah's chest, stepping onto his shoulder and finally perching with it's top two paws upon the upper-most part of his head. It's ears twitch a bit, and a radio on the counter slams to life, full blast and screaming out, "BORN OF EVIL IN A FIERY VOLCANO ON A MUTILATED MISSION TO INFLICT. MERCILESS PAIN..". It garbles into static for seconds, before picking up again, "..EPTION THE PROPHECY WAS WRITTEN ON THE SCROTUM OF A WIZARD IN HIS TESTICLE BLOOD.". It fades out here, then scratches, spins, and winds out as if a DJ were fucking with it, "..TES-TES-TES-TES-TESTICLE BLOO-BLOO-BLOO-BLOOOOOOOOOD!". The major sounds don't seem to scare the cat. And the man is still sobbing, but not scared, even despite the large metal coil which has torn itself from the ground behind him and started to coil up like a serpent that's going to strike. Only it's mouth is a bundle if live electrical wiring.
Feb 11 21:47:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Upon not receiving an answer to his question, Devon eyes the coil with a hint of suspicion. Glancing at the man once more, he turns around to face his ward and the animal, seeming to consider his words more carefully before speaking. "Okay Cat. Why are you trying to kill that man?" The question is asked in a soft and balanced voice, as though trying to reason with any other sentient being. Head jerking backwards somewhat, towards the door, he then eyes the radio.
Feb 11 21:49:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The blonde-brown haired man's left eye begins to twitch savagely as the rest of his body falls still, the cat's sudden squirming leaving him in shock and horror. "Devon, this cat is really scary. It's awesome, but it's scary." He reaches up, his hands fumbling at his shoulder and head to grasp the cat firmly, in an attempt to bring the thing back to his chest.
Feb 11 21:53:27 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Despite being a cat, the hairless beast does turn it's luminescent and large eyes upon Devon. In blinks once, and then twice, before letting out a plaintive, "..Muurrrrooowwwwww!". Had Devon been a cat, he might have understood, 'Are you fucking kidding me? I'm a cat.'. As Elijah grasps it and tries to pull it down, claws dig into his flesh and cling harder, causing the radio to wail higher in volume, "RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE. THE HUNT IS ON YOUR LIFE IS GONE. CATRATIKRON! EYES THEY WILL GO BLIND IF LOOKED BEYOND YOUR LIFE IS GONE. CATRATIKRON!". The man, perhaps at Devon's words, chooses this time to look behind him and notice the giant mound of coiling wire. He shrieks, fumbling for a pendant that's hanging around his neck and in the shape of a lion's head. He starts to mumble something over and over, through his choking sobs. It could be a chant, or a prayer, or a mantra.
Feb 11 22:04:39 :: (GC) Dizon forced all to save
Feb 11 22:04:59 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Obviously not understanding cat, Devon eyes Elijah with caution, gaze hovering over the hairless animal with more than a hint of concern for the other man. "I don't think that's just a cat.", is more muttered than spoken.  Head shaking slightly, the youth now glances towards the doorway again, one arm rising from his side to beckon the strange figure crouched seemingly in prayer.. "Come inside...", is offered in a clearly reluctant manner. Though there is careful attention paid to the pendent about the man's neck, the youth's keen eyes seeming to almost absorb its appearance.
Feb 11 22:08:22 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Okay. OKAY." Elijah yells, letting go of the cat even as the thing stabs into half of his head. "For fuck's sake you're supposed to be cute so I can convince Devon to bring you home." The waiter stands there for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest as he turns his impatient gaze to Devon. "Yeah, it's a fucking CAT FROM HELL." He squirms again, doing a little dance as though trying to throw the thing off of his shoulder and head. "Whaddo I do? Huh?" He asks, crossing his arms again with frustration as he stares at Devon, a rather comical sight with a cat clawing into his head.
Feb 11 22:13:07 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Even as the man chants to whatever God might see fit to protect him, the pendant in his hand turns to ash and scatters to the light breeze. Just as it does this, two things happen at once; He screams, and the coiling conduit strikes forward at such a speed that it slams into his forehead and knocks him flat on his back. With a heavy and metallic 'PANG' it continues on and begins to wind around Elijah, working it's way up and towards the cat. The creature, in response, manages to get it's two hind-paws onto Elijah's head as well, standing there upon an island that is far to small, and spitting and yowling and hissing, one paw in the air and batting in the direction of the upward spiraling abomination of electric and metal.
Feb 11 22:19:54 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Elijah, stay very still.", is called out, Devon's quiet voice fighting to rise over the radio's volume. Approaching Elijah with slow, cautious steps, the youth's arms slowly rise from his sides, hands reaching out to get the cat from atop the other man's head. "Cat, you are not going to like this, but I would like Elijah not to die at the moment." Each motion is performed with as much grace and care that the willowy form can muster while still moving fast enough to beat the cable. Finally close enough, Devon makes a grab for the animal, sealing himself for what is sure to be a very unhappy kitty.
Feb 11 22:24:47 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's eyes shoot wide open, his hands straightening out at his sides as the coil begins to climb up his body. "Leave and save yourself, Devon!" He calls out, eyes struggling to look to the side and eye his companion. He winces visibly as the cat claws at his head, and takes in a deep breath as the other man attempts to disarm the situation.
Feb 11 22:26:33 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Devon doesn't have to work that hard to remove the cat from the top of Elijah's head. In fact, as she gets closer, the coil begins to wind faster and hard, slithering up the ghoul with an astonishing speed. Just as it winds around his neck, the cat scrambles down Devon's arm and onto the shoulder of the vampire. The cable isn't far behind, but it reaches the end of it's slack just feet from it's target, snapping to a stop and gnashing it's mass of live wires. Unfortunately, this also cuts off Elijah's circulation, so tight is the conduit wrapped. The creature continues to howl and spit and paw and hiss and complain in a generally beast-like manner. 
Feb 11 22:31:29 :: (GC) Johnny votes for Althea
Feb 11 22:32:56 :: (GC) Althea votes for Johnny
Feb 11 22:38:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: With the cat now poised out of danger and Devon himself safe from the cable, attention is returned to Elijah, the sudden realization that he needs to breath seeming to hit hard. Seeing that the cable seems to come from the other direction, Devon sprints past Elijah, cat in tow, heading for the door in the hopes that the cable will try following him out, allowing him to dash back in and close the door in a desperate attempt to create a small amount of safety.
Feb 11 22:39:56 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man's hands begin to scrabble furiously at his neck, trying to pry the cable off of his windpipe. "Keh... Kah.... egh.... urgh..."
Feb 11 22:45:20 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: As Devon begins to sprint for the door, the cable's slack pulls harder, but instead of unwinding, it jerks Elijah from his feet and onto his back. His head cracks against first the counter and then the floor, before he's being dragged in the direction of the flight of the vampire. Ears twitching, the cat bounds from Devon and onto the sliding Elijah, sinking it's small and dagger-like teeth into the live wires of the cable. It latches onto the beast, digging into the flesh and sending ripples of electrical current sizzling across burning flesh. The cat's left ear literally explodes, before the force of the power shoots it across the room and into the wall, where it hits and then thuds to the ground. Both the cat and the wires fall still.
Feb 11 22:56:32 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I do want to be close to you. I just didn't think you'd let me stay at your home. And I won't tell anyone anything." She bites her lip. "I'm assuming I can't have friends over. Devon's invited me to his apartment before. He let me read one of his books. I assume you want to keep a low profile and not let people know where you are." She sits up, then rummages around in her bag. "Maybe I should write this stuff down so I don't forget," she mutters, scowling. She wants to remember everything and is worried about making a mistake.
Feb 11 23:00:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Gaze flicking between the cat at the cable once, Devon rushes over to Elijah, bumping the platform sole of his boot against the cable to ensure it's 'death'. Staying as far away as possible, he calls out, "Elijah!", a certain sense of demand now in his tone. His eyes study the man's body with care, paying the most attention to the head wound sustained from where the man's head cracked against the counter. Continuing to be both cautious and quick, the wire is kicked away rather than pulled, loosening the cord about the man's body. Finally, Devon bends down and grabs his companion's arm, pulling the man from the coil's grasp while holding the coil down with one foot.
Feb 11 23:08:14 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: A bolt of lightning crashes down from the heavens to fry Patrick.
Feb 11 23:09:40 :: (GC) Endymion forced Natalee to status Fame2 - Tattoo Artist
Feb 11 23:10:01 :: (GC) Endymion forced Natalee to aura None
Feb 11 23:18:31 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Patrick
Feb 11 23:24:03 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Continuing to drag Elijah out of the coil's grasp, Devon's face is blank, eyes focused only on the task at hand. As soon as the man is pulled free, Devon bends down and checks his pulse, lips moving as he counts. The nasty head wound is studied, but not at length as all other vitals seems to be ticking properly. Channeling his blood, Devon hoists the other man up and carries him into the second room of the bookstore in silence. Only after this task is done are the others examined. The cable is picked up and hurled as far away as possible, while the heroic cat is carried inside. Only after several moments of intense thought is the random nut job who started this whole fiasco also carried into safety.
Feb 11 23:25:16 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Devon
Feb 11 23:25:17 :: (GC) Endymion votes for Devon
Feb 11 23:27:29 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I should probably learn to get used to the taste of it. The cat and I can do shots together," she says sardonically. "I promise I won't tell your secrets. But I want to to everything I can to be a... a faithful pupil, so to speak. I'm actually pretty excited." She smiles, bouncing on the bed a little to punctuate her point.
Feb 11 23:34:41 :: (GC) Endymion forced Natalee to role
Feb 11 23:41:10 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: The girl who stepped into the pool hall looked distinctly out of place. At about five and a half feet, she was pale skinned with blue-streaked blonde hair down to just past her shoulders and bright sapphire eyes. Skin tight black leather pants hung low on her shapely hips and a red baby-t with three slashes in the design of claw marks, which showed off a hint of cleavage, was the girl's chosen attire for the evening. Numerous black rubber bracelets covered both arms and red fishnet gloves graced her hands while ankle boots lent a few more inches the petite female. Surveying the room, her fingers twirled a small plastic lollipop stick that protruded from between her red-tinted lips.
Feb 11 23:42:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: After pulling everyone and thing to relative safety, while offering an apologetic look to the books for suffering through this, Devon spots the radio. Picking it up, the item is tossed out the door as well. Flipping the 'closed' sign into place, he walks over to the mysterious person on the floor. After bending down to check for a pulse, a good, swift kick to the side is offered in thanks. Devon's soft voice can be heard sweetly saying, "If you don't wake up, I'm going to remove your organs by hand." As a vague afterthought, the cat is also checked for signs of life, surprising the vampire by surviving.
Feb 12 00:12:15 :: (GC) Puppet snoops Althea
Feb 12 02:03:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: An angelic face pokes through the door, cerulean eyes scanning the room with a mixture of caution and no small amount of suspicion. After the room has been suitably scanned, a willowy figure slips through as small a gap in the door as physically possible. Platform boots stride softly across the floor as long, precise strides are taken, polished leather creaking in the process. One fully into the building, it becomes obvious that the youthful form's hand still trails along the door, a white handkerchief protecting pale skin from the contact. Head tilting to the side in a curious manner, the door is swiftly released, the cloth still clutched between long fingers.
Feb 12 02:17:22 :: (GC) Natalee votes for Leannan
Feb 12 02:18:20 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Natalee
Feb 12 02:38:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Pausing mid-stride, the youthful figure's head leaning to the side in a questioning manner, long lashes brushing against round cheeks as brilliant eyes blink once. Head shaking as the girl is all but shoveled into the car, a vague sense of disgust seems to cause a slight shudder, a hint of disgust seeming to join the slight motion. Straightening once more, one brow arches just a bit, though the expression soon fades into that of a passive and detached teen. Continuing to stride into the bar once more, pace as leisurely as before, the willowy figure's already stoic posture seems to be more tense than usual, a dark glint visible within pale eyes.
Feb 12 02:51:09 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Platform boots thud softly against the floor as the willowy form's long strides pick up their pace, eyes scanning the patrons with intense scrutiny. There's an almost dangerous glint to the detached gaze, and when combined with the swift movements of a willowy from, the youth almost seems to prowl the area. Lithe arms hanging by curving sides and long fingers begin to bend and flex, arching through the air in seeming preparation for something known, and possibly even seen, by the youthful figure alone.
Feb 12 03:03:19 :: (GC) Leannan votes for Patrick
Feb 12 11:22:16 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb 12 16:04:30 :: (GC) Devon rposed: An angelic face pokes through the door, cerulean eyes scanning the room with a mixture of caution and no small amount of suspicion. After the room has been suitably scanned, a willowy figure slips through as small a gap in the door as physically possible. Platform boots stride softly across the floor as long, precise strides are taken, polished leather creaking in the process. One fully into the building, it becomes obvious that the youthful form's hand still trails along the door, a white handkerchief protecting pale skin from the contact. Head tilting to the side in a curious manner, the door is swiftly released, the cloth still clutched between long fingers.
Feb 12 16:18:34 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The heavy soles of platform boots thud softly against the floor, well-polished leather creaking, as the willowy form's long strides pick up their pace. Eyes scanning the patrons with intense scrutiny, there's a dark, almost dangerous glint  visible within the pale depths of brilliant eyes. When combined with the swift movements of a willowy from, the youth almost seems to prowl the area. Meanwhile, lithe arms are pressed against curvy sides, hands carefully folding the white square of cloth, long fingers neatly pressing against the creases. Once this task is completed, one arm snakes behind the youth and slips the handkerchief into a back pocket.
Feb 12 16:25:05 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Turning back to his contemplation of his card the big man takes another similarly relished sip from his beer.  He slips the card back into the pack with a faint snort and shake of his head.  The movement of his head brings you back into view, and he gives you another glance, a faint frown crossing his face, as though you remind him of something or someone.
Feb 12 16:33:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Arm swinging back around, it loops loosely about a trim waist, fingers entwining themselves in the lightweight material of the youth's shirt. A hint of recognition flickers within the critical gaze, and the large figure is examined with even greater scrutiny. Nodding once, the youth's strides change their direction without ever slowing down, bringing the willowy form within a few feet of the comparatively hulking figure. A certain sense of analytical calculation seems to float over angelic features, though it never truly settles as an expression before seeming to vanish into the night. Head tilting to the side in a somewhat questioning fashion, the youth continues to watch the man in silence.
Feb 12 16:47:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Club Crank.", is stated in a blunt and candid manner, the words spoken just loudly enough to be heard over the noise of the bar. The youth's tone is soft, though there's a sharp edge to it. Glancing around once more in an almost paranoid fashion, the youth's full lips part as though to speak again, only to close as though the willowy form thought better of it. The arms still hanging by a side rises now, elbow bending so that a hand can hover right over the youth's heart. Fingers begin to ghost over the porcelain skin covering a visible collarbone, barely touching the pale flesh.
Feb 12 16:48:49 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Club Crank.", is stated in a blunt and candid manner, the words spoken just loudly enough to be heard over the noise of the bar. The youth's tone is soft, though there's a sharp edge to it. Glancing around once more in an almost paranoid fashion, the youth's full lips part as though to speak again, only to close as though the willowy form thought better of it. The arms still hanging by a side rises now, elbow bending so that a hand can hover right over the youth's heart. Fingers begin to ghost over the porcelain skin covering a visible collarbone, barely touching the pale flesh.
Feb 12 16:59:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding to the man in a curt, though polite, manner, the youthful figure adds, "Both are doing better." There's a certain velvety undertone to the statement, as though there's more to the simple words than verbally presented. "Devon. It's nice to see you Patrick." The fingers rubbing against the collarbone continue their motion, slightly more pressure being applied now, an action that's just barely visible. Weight shifting from toe to heel, the willowy figure adds, "I... don't shake hands.", as an obvious afterthought. The hand grasping the shirt tightens it's hold as though to emphasize the explanation.
Feb 12 17:10:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes shifting their focus away from the man to look at the stool, the item is studies as though it's toxic waste. Obviously pondering what to do, the sound of ringing can be heard coming from a cargo pocket in the youth's pants. Both hands stopping their current, and seemingly subconscious, motions, the willowy figure bends down, both arms drop so that one hand can unsnap the pocket and the other can remove the phone. Looking at the front for a moment, the item is opened and brought to one ear. "Hello?"
Feb 12 17:28:23 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Yes Elijah?" A pause, then, "Joe's Pool Hall. Why?" The words come out in an almost bland tone, as though whoever is on the other line is asking almost absurd questions. No attempt is made to lower normally quiet voice in an attempt to maintain privacy, nor are any steps taken to head towards a more secluded place. "Please don't... Use the shower, that is. It might wake him up." There's a sense of remembering within the youth's eyes now. "Can you check on the cat though? He's been a bit touch and go." Whatever was said next brings a thoughtful pause, then, "Well, that would work. Or you can just come as you are."
Feb 12 17:40:59 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding in seeming agreement to whoever is on the other line, the youthful figure continues, "Well, it did bite an electric cable to save you..." After a few more moments, the conversation seems to have ended, and the phone is taken down from it's place against an ear. The item is snapped shut once more before the willowy figure bends down again, one hand placing it into the same pocket while the fingers of the other pinch the snap closed with an audible click. Standing upright, the youth's hand now move to brush and straighten both shirt and pants with painstaking care. As this action is performed, "Sorry.", is stated softly in a sincere manner.
Feb 12 17:54:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking softly, a few golden curls stray and obscure the youth's fine features. "I don't drink.", is offered bluntly, eyes once more straying to the stool with a sense of discomfort. Rocking back to place weight from heel to toe once more, cerulean eyes look at the larger figure again. "I think I'll just stand." Arms only remain at the youth's sides for a few more moments, one soon looping about the waist in a single swift motion. The other bends at the elbow before perching atop it, fingers resuming their rubbing at the collarbone, touch still fairly gentle.
Feb 12 17:58:08 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The doors to the pool hall are pushed open, and a thin man enters, his blonde-brown hair fairly moist, his face pink and freshly scrubbed. The smell of citrus body wash lingers around his form, and he stops in the entrance of the pool hall to search for a familiar face. He's dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans, a black Led Zeppelin t-shirt, and a khaki jacket. His silver-green eyes fall on Devon's thin form, and he begins to make his way over to the man, wincing every few steps before putting a hand on the side of his head.
Feb 12 17:58:52 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Your call," the big man replies with an affable smile.  "You won't sit, and you don't drink...and you didn't take a cigarette."  He leans back a bit further, arching his back causing a couple of large pops before slumping back down with a sigh of contentment.  "Sorry about that, back stiffens up sometimes.  You come in for a game of pool then?  What with not being one for any of the otehr vices that get trafficed around here..."
Feb 12 18:07:51 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Following on the heels of Elijah, the black-clad girl enters the pool hall. She appears to be mouthing something, but stops as she is surrounded by the various patrons. Making her way over to the crowd at the bar, she orders a beer and gravitates towards Devon and company, greeting them with a nod.
Feb 12 18:28:27 :: (GC) Devon rposed: One shoulder is shrugged slightly to the larger figure, a wry grin playing at the very corner of full lips. "Isn't that commendable?" One tawny brow arches slightly as the question is asked, but the show of expression soon fades. As the door opens, the youth's neck arches slightly so that the keen gaze can peer at the new arrivals. A deep sense of recognition is visible about the willowy form, and a nod is offered, followed by, "Hello Elijah." Before the youth's mouth can even close fully, "Hello Althea.", is added. However, more attention seems to gravitate towards the young man, eyes following his every move.
Feb 12 18:51:43 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "My fucking head." Elijah says, giving Patrick a cursory glance before turning his attention to Devon. "Hey." he says, his expression smoothing out as his eyes fall on the willowy youth, emotion sparking in the green depths of his irises. "Are you alright? Did you get hurt too, yesterday?" The thin man says, tilting his head to the side to peer at Devon, searching for any wounds or signs of discomfort. His own pain seems to be fortgotten for the moment.
Feb 12 19:10:22 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking towards Elijah, Devon softly reassures him with a gentle, "I'm fine. You were knocked out cold." Eyes scanning the point of injury with care, he continues, "At least it didn't break the skin." The youth's gaze now shifts to Althea. "We found a cat. A very creepy, very ugly cat." Nodding once, as though to punctuate the point, a quick glance is thrown to Elijah before all focus returns to the large figure sitting at the bar. "This is Patrick. He met you at Club Crank..." The words trail off somewhat as Devon quietly adds, "You didn't meet him though."
Feb 12 19:14:19 :: (GC) Patrick votes for Devon
Feb 12 19:22:16 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Oh. Nice to meet you." He says, making no movements to offer his hand for shaking. His attention is turned back to Devon, silver-green eyes sparking with emotion as he takes a half-step forward. "I'm sorry I got knocked out. It won't happen again. I'll stay up next time, I promise." He looks away, a slight blush rising in his cheeks as he nervously slides his hands into his pockets. The sober Elijah seems more socially awkward, if it's possible, and his gaze avoids every other person's, other than Devon's. He actually seems to enjoy locking eyes with the thin man, a center for his thoughts. "Well, I don't feel.... as bad anymore, from.. you know. But the head injury fucking hurts."
Feb 12 19:36:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Oh. Nice to meet you." He says, making no movements to offer his hand for shaking. His attention is turned back to Devon, silver-green eyes sparking with emotion as he takes a half-step forward. "I'm sorry I got knocked out. It won't happen again. I'll stay up next time, I promise." He looks away, a slight blush rising in his cheeks as he nervously slides his hands into his pockets. The sober Elijah seems more socially awkward, if it's possible, and his gaze avoids every other person's, other than Devon's. He actually seems to enjoy locking eyes with the thin man, a center for his thoughts. "Well, I don't feel.... as bad anymore, from.. you know. But the head injury fucking hurts."
Feb 12 19:42:08 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding, Devon continues to examine Elijah in silence for several moments more. "You should be fine in a couple of days." There's a certain sense of medical knowledge within the youthful form's words, eyes also holding a sense of knowing. One arm un-loops from about the trim waist and moves to offer a reassuring pat to the man's shoulder, meeting his gaze for a moment before turning back to the other two familiar faces at the bar. "Fun is a rather relative term in the end..." There's an almost weary note to these words, though there's a certain sense of strength drawn from the youth's obviously close companion.
Feb 12 19:55:13 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A tiny smile stretches the waiter's lips as Devon pats his shoulder, though the expression falls away soon after, and he takes another half-step to place his arm around the willowy youth's waist. "Why'd you write on yourself?" Elijah asks, a puzzled expression sliding over his features as he eyes Althea's current actions. His gaze travels to the various beers scattered about the establishment, a sense of discomfort rising in him, causing him to slide closer to Devon.
Feb 12 20:08:19 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Cerulean eyes spotting the writing on Althea's arm, holding a sense of recognition and confusion. Gaze going dazed and unblinking, for a moment it's almost as though two pair of eyes peer from just one. Two expressions ghost over one countenance, neither settling before they both dissolve into nothingness. Suddenly, Devon winces once, a hand moving to clutch at a temple as a small tick appears beneath one eye. Long fingers massaging the skin softly, the youth's eyes blink several times in rapid succession, clearing as though nothing happened at all. "You've done that before Thea. I think."
Feb 12 20:16:43 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "What's wrong?" Elijah asks, his attention instantly shifting from Althea and back to Devon when his companion winces. His silver-green eyes study the other man's form intently, a frown crumpling his freshly-cleaned features, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
Feb 12 20:17:36 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I have. I've lost too many ideas because I couldn't find paper. And what's skin if it's not a really good canvas?" She pauses to take a sip. "You all right, Devon?" Another sip. She turns around at the sound of the door opening and sees Johnny entering the pool hall. She smiles widely and excitedly waves him over to the group.
Feb 12 20:21:37 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: A small Asian girl walks into the bar. Everything about her seems to stand out in this place, her hands are wrapped around the strap of her messenger bag. Brown eyes scan across the area looking for something or someone it would seem. She seems to linger at the door standing and trying to keep up her determination about entering this establishment. A few of the patrons glace over at the girl however her gaze does not stop on any one of the in particular. When the back counter can finally be seen from the door she takes her first step forward, the nervous look on her face never fading.
Feb 12 20:26:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Headaches. I get them sometimes... Nobody knows why." There's a hint of extra emphasis placed on the word, 'nobody', though nothing else is said on the topic. Johnny's entrance brings the usual polite nod in greeting from the youth, a faint smile playing upon full lips for a moment. As the doors open once more, the small figure entering doesn't seem to phase the willowy and androgynous figure. Words once more focused on Elijah, the youth asks, "How's the cat...s. The cats."
Feb 12 20:43:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A blonde eyebrow is raised on the waiter's forehead for a moment as he stares at Devon, before he mouths the word 'ohhh' and looks away. "He-... They're fine." He nods, giving the willowy youth another glance before turning his attention to the newly arrived Johnny. He seems as though he might ignore the man, though another quick glance to Devon is given, and he says "Hi Johnny."
Feb 12 20:46:13 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The petite girl begins to walk though the crowd, growing more and more nervous with each step. She ignores all the comments in the room and keeps her eyes on the floor until she reaches the counter. Looking up at the bald biker behind the wire screen she speaks in a low and almost scared tone. "Umm.. Do you have a phone I can use please?" The biker behind the bar shakes his head and laughs slightly. A defeated look comes over her. "Well then can I get some change please?" The biker nods this time and reaches towards a cash box, while the girl digs though her bag looking for a wallet.
Feb 12 21:01:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding upon hearing that the 'cats' are alright, Devon glances at the large figure leaning against the bar with a hint of caution. Johnny's greeting, avoiding any touch, is obviously appreciated within the youth's gaze. Once the statement is spoken, part of the youth's gaze is soon directed towards the young Asian, though there's no sympathy, just a twisted sense of curiosity.
Feb 12 21:23:33 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: Pulling a plain wallet from her bag the Asian girl produces a single dollar from it. Sliding it across the counter it is quickly exchanged with its equivalence in change. The girl smiles at the man who spoke to her and weakly relies, "Hi." As he moves away she turns back towards the door and takes a deep breath as she looks across the long room at the exit. She turns back one last time towards the man at the counter. "You know where a phone booth is?" She asks with a pleading look on her face.
Feb 12 21:28:22 :: (GC) Elijah votes for Devon
Feb 12 21:32:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A visible shudder runs down Devon's back, discomfort obvious in the androgynous form's eyes. Head turning towards the asian girl, and almost pleading expression shows itself for a moment. "Please don't use a payphone. Just...please." Another, smaller shudder seems to hit the youth as the word is said, and one hand begins to lean down, reaching for the cargo pocket of the youth's jeans. Long fingers unsnapping it with ease, they reach in, withdrawing a small cell phone. Straightening once more, the phone is extended. "Here. Use this." Pausing, almost as though thinking of taking the offer back, "Right here. In my sight. No long distance.", is added. Head leaning forward, one tawny brow arches slightly. "Got it?"
Feb 12 21:39:57 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The big man blinks in suprise as he realises that Elijah isn't comfortable around the beer, but it doesn't stop him from taking his beer from Joe and taking a drink, obviously savoring the taste of the brew.  "Joe," he says in a resigned voice, "just do your Christian duty and let the child use the phone already."  He shakes his head in a combination of wonder and disgust, "I'm sure she'll pay you if it's long distance."  He drops his eyes back to Althea and Johnny, "Maybe one of those laptop things?  I hear they're just as good as the desktop models these days."  He gives Johnny a nod and lifts his cigarette free hands, "No problem man."  He looks over at Devon and nods in agreement, "Thats a right nice offer Devon."
Feb 12 21:45:17 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah glances between the asian girl and his companion, raising an eyebrow in a quizzical manner. After a moment of realization, he seems to agree with Devon's statement about payphones, though he stays silent for the most part. Leaning in closely, his lips nearly brush the willowy youth's ear, warm breath flowing out as he whispers.
Feb 12 21:49:35 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I have a laptop. It's just... not the same. Hand-writing is more organic, but I suppose that I should stop killing trees and go digital." Eager for something to drink, she orders a soda. "I think we were all about to go fishing in our pockets for cell phones. For all the mail order bride jokes, we're only mean on the surface," she says, chuckling.
Feb 12 21:52:34 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: Diping into a short bow the girl speaks before rising, "Thank you very much." Reaching out the young asian girl takes the cell phone from the androgynous man and flips it open. She pulls a slip of paper from her skirt pocket and dials the number, speaking as she does. "I promise nothing long distance, just need to call a cab is all." She holds the phone up and waits while it rings. "Hello, yes can I get a cab to..." She pauses to look around the establishment. "Joe's Pool Hall please... Ten minutes, alright thank you." She snaps it closed and holds it out to its owner. "Thank you again, and sorry for the inconvenience." She gives another bow while waiting on him to retrieve the phone.
Feb 12 21:58:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Accepting the phone back from the girl between thumb and forefinger, Devon simply nods politely to her. "Yeah... not mean...", is muttered vaguely in response to Althea's comment. Tone trailing off, one arm snakes around his back, fingers slipping into a pocket and grasping something within it. Limb rotating back around once more, it becomes obvious that the youth was reaching for a handkerchief. The item is unfolded with a flick of the wrist, then brought to the phone, polishing it. Nothing is said as the action is performed, nor is an explanation given. Briefly, the willowy form leans into Elijah's touch, seemingly in response to whatever was whispered.
Feb 12 22:07:56 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Adjusting himself in his seat,  he bring his guitar up and tunes it for a moment before he begins to play, softly at first, his fingers just dancing over the cords melodifully before choosing his song. "Like a sentence to death.. I got no options left. I've got nothing to show now, I'm down on the ground. I've got seconds to live, and you can't go now. Cause love, like an invisible bullet has shot me down and I'm bleeding - yeah, I'm bleeding. And if you go, furious angels will bring you back to me.." (7 successes)
Feb 12 22:13:17 :: (GC) Devon votes for Patrick
Feb 12 22:17:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Oh, don't stop on my account, Althea." Elijah says, his cheeks turning a deep scarlet. "Cmon, enjoy yourself. I'll be fine." He looks away, his gaze returning to Devon's porcelain features. "Nevermind, screw pool." For a moment he breaks away from the willowy youth, though it's clear he's reluctant to do so, and he approaches the bar with his wallet in hand. Careful not to disturb Johnny's music, Elijah mutters to the bartender while producing a dollar bill, and is handed a coca cola in exchange for the one. He returns to Devon's side, opening the can along the way, a pleasant fizzing sound seeping from inside the can. He wraps his free hand around the youth's waist, leaning in to mutter into the other man's ear, still careful not to disturb Johnny.
Feb 12 22:26:13 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "The beer's hitting me a little harder than I'd like, that's why I'm not drinking any more, Elijah." She shakes her head slowly as if to reorient herself. "I think I'll just turn in for the night." Leaning in, she gives Johnny an awkward kiss on the cheek, trying not to disturb his guitar playing. "I'll be at home. I already fed the cat." She waves to the group and then exits the pool hall, walking slowly and slightly unsteadily.
Feb 12 22:31:21 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The young Asian girl tears herself away from the mans music and gives another quick bow and a whispered thanks. She pauses once more to listen to the mans song before departing for the door. Weaving within the crowd she reaches the door of the establishment and walks onto the street. The cab arrives soon after and whisk her away into the night.
Feb 12 22:35:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Cell phone in one hand and handkerchief in the other, Devon leans down a bit and unbends an elbow, moving so that the arm about his waist remains there. Carefully the phone is slipped back into the cargo pocket, nimble fingers feeling to make sure it's stowed safely before snapping the pocket closed. Straightening, the youth's arm rises again so that the white cloth is grasped in both hands so that it can be neatly folded once more. Each corner is compared and the edges are aligned, neat creases being pinched in until the item is folded small enough for Devon to reach behind and return it to a back pocket. This, too, is given a slight pat before both arms are wrapped about the androgynous torso. "Good-bye Thea.", is called in a soft tone, eyes watching as she, then the Asian girl, leave the pool hall.
Feb 12 22:41:26 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: After his companion has replied, the waiter nods his head and looks away, eyes falling on the guitarist for a few moments. When he has had his fill of the beautiful music he looks back, his arm tightening around Devon's waist as he leans in, speaking at a normal volume. "Hey, do you know a girl named Ella? I mentioned you when we were having pizza together, and she kind of gave me a weird look." Elijah raises he can off coke, taking a sip of the liquid, although he doesn't seem to enjoy it too terribly much.
Feb 12 22:54:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Now that all items have been clean and put away, Devon seems to be able to relax, truly listening to Johnny's music now. His eyelids fall slightly, long lashes kissing his cheeks in the process. However, his companion's words seem to snap the youthful figure out of the slight trance. Nodding slightly to confirm the statement, he adds, "She's the photographer; the 'Paparazzo'. I offered to get her into Hades." The words, though casual in their meaning, hold an undertone that seems to suggest that there's more to this than just the offer of a club connection. Still, he doesn't elaborate on the subject. After a moment, one brow dose raise slightly as he adds, "What type of 'weird look'?" This notion seems to amuse the youth, the expression showing within his gaze for a moment.
Feb 12 23:06:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A smile threatening to show, Devon nods almost serenely to his companion as the man heads for the door. "Good night Elijah. I'll see you tomorrow." Pausing for a moment, he adds, "Always remember that I care.", in a softer tone, the words seeming to carry a deeper meaning between the pair. Suddenly, the calm dissipates from around the willowy form, his voice rising in volume as he calls out, "Oh, and make sure to check on the... cats... before you go to sleep."
Feb 12 23:23:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Shifting slightly in seeming discomfort, Devon's head shakes slightly towards the much larger figure. "I don't like to eat or drink in public." There's an earnest look within the youth's eyes as he says this, the words seeming sincere despite their rather odd meaning. Glancing around with a hint of suspicion once more, he leans in, already quiet voice lowering to just above a whisper. "I'm here to find someone." Pausing, as though unsure if he should continue, his rosy lips part and his slender chest rises as a deep breath is drawn, then slowly released. Tone lowering now as well, reaching a somewhat more masculine timbre, "Do you know Carl?", is asked almost reluctantly.
Feb 12 23:46:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding once more, a curl strays and falls over Devon's eye. Lips pursing together, a soft puff of air is used to blow the hair away from the youth's brilliant eyes. "Exactly." The word has a certain crispness to it, sharply clipped at the end, as though the single utterance sums up all that needs to be said. "I need to discuss an... incident... with him." A certain sense of vagueness descends on the youth now, mingling with his words and settle upon his angelic face.
Feb 13 00:09:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A sharp, almost cutting sound somewhere between a cough and a sigh escapes the willowy form, slowly becoming recognizable as a short, harsh laugh. It last only moments, though still seems to prove the youth's point. "Stability, or lack thereof, is something that runs in the family." Head shaking in an almost amused manner, he continues, "And I'm well aware that he's not exactly a nice person. He made that abundantly clear." Eyes flicking towards the door for a moment, the youth's attention turns once more to Patrick. His willowy body grows more tense as the words spill forth, stoic posture growing more ridged. "Normally, I would ignore him. But this is about Elijah as well. Any message I have will be delivered face to face." Through this all, one of the youth's hands has moved so that fingers can rub against his collarbone, obvious pressure being applied.
Feb 13 00:16:08 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Slipping quietly through the door of the pizzeria, a slender, casually dressed young blonde enters. Not bothering to dally amidst the tables, she heads directly toward the counter and the attendant waiting there, offering him a charismatic smile.
Feb 13 00:23:41 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Hovering as usual outside of the trendiest spots dotting Santa Monica are the same old crew of paparazzi. One in particular, at least for the moment, has broken away from the herd of flashbulbs to linger behind, pacing and spinning slowly with nervous energy. One thin, white cord trails from her ear to the pocket of her olive cargo pants, her voice chirruping with the music, "Don't need to whine, boy, like a wind-up toy you stutter at my feet..."
Feb 13 00:35:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Intelligence isn't one of his better qualities." Despite the jovial meaning of the words, Devon's tone remains serious, almost somber. Seeming to curl into himself once more personality wise, the willowy form goes silent for several moments. There's a slight thoughtfulness within his eyes, obviously pondering Patrick's words with some care. Finally, he quietly says, "I think I'll handle it all myself. It is personal." The words come out softly, the shy, almost awkward demeanor once more in place. One broad shoulder shrugging slightly, the thinness of the limb clearly visible from the gesture. "If you see him, you can mention it though." Head dipping politely, he takes a step back towards the door, though doesn't turn around quite yet, as he gently calls out, "Thank you, though."
Feb 13 00:39:42 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The dark-haired paparazzo meanders down Santa Monica, unable to sit still for very long at all and finding that perhaps the best course of action is to just scout out the usual celebrity hangouts. She's obviously become accustomed to the crowds that this particular street draws, evading most everyone else on her silent sneakers.
Feb 13 00:40:45 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The big man tosses you a small smile, "Yeah, smart he didn't strike me as."  His big shoulders lift in a faint shrug, "I'll let him know that you're looking for him, if I see him again.  If you're sure that is."   He picks his beer up and takes a swig before he continues, "Have a good night, Devon.  Take care of yourself, hey."
Feb 13 00:45:53 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a crinkled nose and a narrowed set of eyes, Ella sweeps her gaze up and down the street. Her lips twitch into a frown as she keeps pacing, her attention flitting from one subject to the next with no apparent rhyme or reason while her fingers tap lightly against the camera hanging around her neck.
Feb 13 00:46:34 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding once more to the much larger figure, the willowy form turns around, weaving through the room and taking care not to touch anything. Once he gets to the door, however, long strides pause suddenly. One lithe arm reaching behind him, pulling the handkerchief from a back pocket once more. The cloth is draped carefully over one hand before using it as a barrier between porcelain skin and the metal of the door. Opening it just enough for his slender frame to slip through, the youthful form exits the bar, into the night.
Feb 13 01:13:25 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: Having hung his jacket upon the velvet rope barrier that seperates himself from the crowd of people that push along the sidewalk, Gareth Winchester starts in on un-binding his wrists from a set of ancient cufflinks, and rolling up the sleeves on his white shirt, bringing them to elbow length. He does, however, leave his golden-hued vest on. This all done, the paintbrush is picked up again, and then dabbed in an off-shade of red.
Feb 13 01:36:01 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A quizzical expression flickers through Ella's face as she blinks from the painter to the strange and back again, her head tipping gently to one side. She doesn't allow her eyes to linger longer than that, having to keep reminding herself not to stare overly much. She stands up on her tiptoes to try to peer through the sea of people, constantly on the lookout for some up-and-coming actress or actor.
Feb 13 02:44:36 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Though the delicate chime of the bell elicits a brief glance from the slender blonde by the bookshelves, her attention seems not easily distracted today, returning swiftly to the chosen volume held carefully in her hands. The dull murmur of conversation among the few other customers does little to disturb her concentration either, the pages being steadily turned as she scans the printed text. Dressed relatively simply in dark skinny jeans, sneakers and a white racerback vest, she is neverhteless recognisable to those still surprised by the sight of a familiar face on Melrose Avenue, identifiable if nothing else by her near white blonde hair, held back from her face haphazardly by the large designer shades perched atop her head. A huge lump of dog snores contentedly by her feet.
Feb 13 02:50:30 :: (GC) Ella rposed: One pale hand stowes a rather expensive-looking camera into a rather unexpensive-looking messenger bag as a small pixie of a woman breezes into the shop. Dangling from one ear is a thin, white wire leading to the pocket of her olive green cargo pants. Red Chuck Taylor's pad in near silence across the floor as the grey-eyed woman purses her lips into a vague o-shape, heading directly for the case holding jewelry of all sorts. She wears a rather simple black t-shirt with a skull and crossbones on the front with the words "Sparrow Is My Co-Pirate" printed stylishly underneath.
Feb 13 02:55:20 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Glancing upward once again through long lashes as the young dark-haired woman passes by, Alexandra allowsherself a small chuckle as her vivid blue eyes catch the slogan embellishing the t-shirt. The soft sound rouses her companion with a slight start, the rottweiler's head raising from his paws momentarily to determine the source of the disturbance, before being resettled with a long-suffering sigh. Nudging the creature affectionately with her toe, the slim blonde snaps her book closed and drops it into the mesh basket slung from the crook of her elbow, returning to her perusal of the shelves.
Feb 13 02:59:15 :: (GC) Ella rposed: The clerk behind the counter gives the petite woman the hairy eyeball as she stares wide-eyed into the jewelry case, looking all the world like a kid in a candy store. She flashes the boy a jovial grin and bats her eyelashes comically before asking, "Can I pleeaaase just try a few on? I promise you can stand there and gawk and make sure I don't forget to take it all off. Please? Please? It's just, um, you see I have this dream. Of being the next Mr. T. But I can't do that without," she pauses blinking up at the man for only a minute, "without the, er, bling bling?"
Feb 13 03:02:31 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: A burst of laughter interrupts the exchange a moment later, the conversation evidently being listened to. A look toward the blonde would reveal her as the audience, a charismatic grin warming her features considerably as she regards first the diminuitive brunette, then the rather overwhelmed looking clerk. Adopting a semi-serious expression, she nods toward him slowly. "I pity the foo' that denies the young lady such a dream." This said, she conceals her xpression behind another book, raising it to hide her pretty features, though a quiet snicker can be clearly heard from beyond it.
Feb 13 03:06:57 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A grin is flashed over the young paparazzo's shoulder at the blonde, an amused glint in her stormy eyes. "Yes! That is exactly what I'm talking about! I want to save children from drugs and make sure they drink their milk and have to get knocked out by Murdoch everytime I have to go on an airplane," she tries to explain before turning her head back around to beam brightly at the clerk. "Oh, I didn't mean all drugs," she adds in hastily after taking account of her Dead Head surroundings. "Just the really nasty things. Not the peace, love, and happiness green things," she prattles on, pinching her index finger and thumb together just near her rather large mouth as if taking a puff from something.
Feb 13 03:12:36 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Shoulders still shaking gently as she tries to stifle her laughter, Alexandra attempts, with a slight clearing of her throat, to return to the book she was idly flipping through. Her dog, however, continues to stare unabashed at the amusing spectacle by the counter, head canted to one side as he listens.
Feb 13 03:15:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Long strides ending in soft footfalls seem to carry a willowy figure aimlessly through the night through idle wandering. Cerulean eyes are clear and bright, though lack a sense of true focus, as though watching a world unseen by the gaze of others. Ducking and dodging the few others out at this time of night with a compulsive need and practiced ease, the youthful figure seems to have no desire for companionship. However, the faint noise and light produced from a nearby store seems to break both trance and solitude at once, and the youth wanders over to the store window at a leisurely pace. Recognition alighting within the pale gaze, golden curls spill over finely-drawn features as the youth's head tilts curiously to the side. A hand hovers over the handle to the door for several moments before being pulled back once more.
Feb 13 03:21:34 :: (GC) Ella rposed: It seems almost a force of will that pulls the photographer away from her intended prey inside the glittering jewelry case, her fingernails the last to leave the glass as she turns around and meanders closer to the other woman and her dog. Her brow knits together as a ponderous state overtakes her, her head canting to one side as she hums softly. "Hey, okay, I don't mean to be rude or anything but you look sort of familiar to me," she begins, a bit of trepidation in her voice. At the sound of the bell, her head whips around to spy the newest entrant, forcing the lines in her forehead to grow even deeper. She clears her throat, turning again to the woman with the dog to stare mostly at her hair, "Did you, um, ever work at Next Door's Living Room?"
Feb 13 03:24:58 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Offering a slight smile as she meets the gaze of the approaching woman, the blonde shakes her head, the curve of her lips broadening to an amused grin at the suggestion. "Umm, no..?" she ventures, arching an elegant brow. Dropping the second book into the basket on her arm, she then extends her newly freed hand in a polite gesture. "Alexandra Deckard. I work for the LA Times now. And not to sound all Troy McClure, but you might have seen me on tv at some point." The faintest flush of color rises on her cheeks, hinting at mild embarassment, but the young woman seems friendly enough. The same cannot be said of her furry companion, who flops back down with a grunt.
Feb 13 03:32:30 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Blue-grey eyes narrow as the diminutive woman pulls herself up to her full height, staring deeply at Alexandra's eyes. A sigh then falls from her lips as she relaxes a great deal more than she was just a few minutes ago, a lopsided smile overpowering the rest of her features. "Alright, just had to make sure," she chirrups perkily while gripping the other woman's hand and giving it an amiable shake. "Oohh! I think I -have- seen you on the boob tube! How are things going in that end of the journalistic spectrum?"
Feb 13 03:37:16 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Rolling her eyes good-naturedly, Alexandra shrugs lightly as she retrieves her hand. "Better now. All that fuss in New Orleans really ruined television for me.. I've pretty much gone back to my roots for now. Though, it's easier being in LA.. guess I'm not famous enough here to get in as much trouble, huh?" Raking back her long hair with her fingertips, she continues to smile blithely. "So what's the deal with this Living Room place then.. oh, I don't think I caught your name.."
Feb 13 03:41:49 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A wicked grin flashes across the young woman's face as she lets out a small giggle, shaking her head slowly. "Oh no. It's actually pretty darn easy to get into trouble when you're not well-known. Easier, in fact, because you don't have someone like me racing after you, tracking your movements and taking pictures of it all." She clasps her hands behind her back as she rocks slightly on her feet, a ponderous motion completed by the appearance of those thoughtful furrows in her forehead. "Next Door's Living Room.. You might have heard of it? Not long ago some corpses showed up there, missing the tops of their heads and their brains. It's a strip joint so really I don't think those guys needed their grey matter to function there," she explains was she unclasps her hands to tap a finger against her temple. "Oh, yeah, I'm Ella Priest, paparazzo at large," she adds as an afterthought, taking a gallant bow at the waist.
Feb 13 04:12:15 :: (GC) Ella votes for Alexandra
Feb 13 09:57:32 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Stepping down Santa Monica Boulevard is the slim figure of an extremely pale redhead. Wrapped around her form is a simple black leather jacket that looks like it's seen too many days to offer much protection from the elements, but nonetheless, the girl holds it tightly around herself. What can be seen of the rest of her clothes are a simple pair of blue jeans that flare slightly near her knees, and a pair of black boots that litterally look like they've gotten run over by a car more than one. Her steps turn towards the door of Club Crank, though she seems to hesitate at the entryway.
Feb 13 10:03:04 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: About the same time as the stride of the attractive redhead slows, a sleek black mercedes pulls up to the kerb near the line vying for entry to Club Crank. The rear door nearest the sidewalk is flung unceremoniously open, followed swiftly by a pair of long, shapely, leather-clad legs as a slender blonde exits the vehicle, stepping daintily down onto formidable looking heels. Her upper body is snugly encased in a stunning black corset, offsetting the simplicity of her black attire expertly. Her long hair is left tumbling carelessly about her bare shoulders and back, swishing lightly against her tan skin as she makes her way toward the door of the club.
Feb 13 10:08:42 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The darkness of the clouded sky is partially lit by the many lights in this city, causing the smog in the air to dance with shadowy shapes that play with the eyes, much like the large cumulous clouds one could see on the tapestry of a clear blue sky. The crowd is large around Club Crank, many of the posers and punk kids trying to worm their way into the club so that they can be 'cool', and take their hits of E in the dazzlign lights inside and be treated to one of the best light shows of their oh so fleeting lives. From down the street, the loud rumble of a high performance engine can be heard, too quiet to be a car. Screaming down the street, a blur of a figure on a sleek red motorcycle can be seen, obviously going far too fast for the standard speed limit. As the blur approaches the club, the squeal of rubber on pavement can be heard as the figure locks the brakes, and as the bike skids precariously, the brakes unlock, and the metal dragon screeches to a stop, popping a front wheelie. (Cont.)
Feb 13 10:10:42 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The figure atop the bike then drops the kickstand as the bike lands righted once more, and it pulls off the helmet, revealing a pale man with sandy blonde hair and a pair of mirrored sunglasses. A smirk seems to be set into his features as he climbs off the bike and looks at a group of homeless. He flips them a wad of cash, and they grab the bike and drag it into an alley, covering it so that it no longer is able to be seen. At this, he begins walking towards the entrance of the club, parting the idiots of the crowd before him. (5 successes for bike tricks.)
Feb 13 10:15:11 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: The petite readhead's attention hits the strip with the slightest engine noise from the motorcyle, her eyes managing to keep up easily with each showish movement. Her right hip sets out to one side as she pauses in her tracks, watching each movement and the final exchange of cash with a curled smile playing against her unpainted lips. As she steps once more into line at the entrance of the club, she slides her jacket from her shoulders. Hugging her torso is a thin, and rather small tanktop that was obviously bought to match the exact color of her skin, giving the illusion of nudity without a second glance. As she lays her jacket over one arm, the other noticable features of the woman come into veiw, including a series of pastel blue and green tattoos that swirl down each arm and around her neck.
Feb 13 10:20:26 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Though she offers a cursory glance in the direction of the, let's face it, somewhat over the top, motorcycle antics, the slender blonde's dark-lashed eyes wander onwards before she notes the rider, alighting instead a moment later upon the redhead as she passes her by. Halting mid-stride, she turns on one stiletto heel to regard her with undisguised interest, before beginning to make her way through the crowd toward her. Despite her unobtrusive, elegant way of moving, the sea of faces part before her almost instinctively, clearing her path. "Excuse me.." she calls, raising her voice just enough to carry across the raucous chatter and laughter outside the club. She tries again after a moment, a little louder this time, raking the fingertips of one hand back through her white blonde tresses. "Hey!"
Feb 13 10:27:05 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: steps out of Club Crank and into the night air of Santa Monica, with the last remnants of his laughter retreating back into the den of drugs and dance that he'd just left. Someone from inside shouts something to him, but he doesn't seem to turn around and give it much attention. Instead, he walks over to an old Buick Riviera, which used to be black but now is just a mottling of grey, black and rust. Keys are fished from his pocket, and with just a second of work, he pops the expansive trunk open on the thing.
Feb 13 10:29:57 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The motorcycleless man now continues striding towards the Club, not particularly paying attention to anyone that may or may not be present, just letting his eyes scan over the crowd. His walks slows, sunglass-clad head turning from side to side as he takes in the view of the multitude of people, hidden eyes resting upon a few of the figures, familiar to him, but he makes no motion to gain their attention for the moment, instead seeming to mind his own business for once. He whistles to himself a bit, and continues to press into the throng of the crowd.
Feb 13 10:31:23 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: As her eyes cut towards Alexandra, Sybine's figure stiffens slightly, but she manages to offer a noncommital nod. "Yeah?" Her voice raises in a shivered fashion over all of the other noise that the two women compete with while speaking. Green eyes make cross patterns over the other female's figure for a moment, one hand coming up to press a few spiral curls of red and fix them behind one ear. Her tongue moves her lip ring from behind her bottom lip as she awaits an answer, the two rings that lay in her right eyebrow shifting slightly with a raise of her brows. As the distance closes between the two woman, with no movement on Sybine's part, the light pink of fading bruises around the bridge of her nose and her forehead is easily visible, with a darker splotch of bruising running the space of her nose between her eyes from a broken bone.
Feb 13 10:37:39 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Slowing her lengthy gait as she nears the other girl, Alexandra curves her lips into a charismatic smile, seeming to emanate genuine warmth in this crowd of egomaniacs. Though obviously noting the bruising on the redhead's pretty features, she makes no comment upon them, her vivid sapphire eyes skimming across them only briefly, not wishing to make her uncomfortable, it seems. "Sorry. Hi. Alexandra Deckard." she says breathlessly, by way of introduction. For her angelic appearance, her throaty voice seems somehow out of place, but is pleasant nonetheless. "I don't mean to bother you.. it's just.. you match the description of someone I've been looking for. I was hoping you might, well.. -be- her." Placing her hands comfortably on her hips, the young woman seems quite comfortable in her rather seductive clothing, to the point of nonchalance. "If you -were-.. you'd have been witness to not one but two seperate events I'd be interested in talking to you about."
Feb 13 10:46:25 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The mirrored gaze of the Frenchman continues to scythe through the crowd without mercy as several more individuals are recognized, and polite nods of the head are given to the patrons as the man continues to stride towards the door. Then, he freezes in place entirely, standing completely still as he shivers a moment, almost a full body spasm. He almost seems to wretch before he gets control back, and lifts a cellphone from his pocket to his ear, and he steps away from the crowd, back towards his motorcycle as he dials a number and speaks. "You ok A?"
Feb 13 10:52:56 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Chuckling gently as she concedes the point, the young blonde nods a little to convey her agreement. "I guess so." she replies, simply, adopting a similar stance to the redhead, slender arms folding across her abdomen, though more comfortable than defensive. "Well, how about this.." she continues, arching an elegant brow, "Why don't you tell me what your reaction to the name Carl Carlson is?" At this, her gaze drifts inadvertently to one of the darker bruises marring the other young woman's porcelan skin, impossibly fair in comparison to her golden tan.. enviably so, one might guess.
Feb 13 10:59:28 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman continued to walk back towards his motorcycle, speaking into his phone quietly, and for once, his air of self-confidence cracks as he seems to speak worriedly into the device. After a few minutes, he seems to regain his composure, and the smirk replaces itself before he continues walking towards the alleyway, and he steps inside it, disappearing from view.
Feb 13 10:59:46 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "I'm.. not sure where you're going with this," Sybine answers cautiously, her weight shifting from one hip to the other. "Carlson, you said?"  She pauses for a moment, one hand pushing the part out of her hair and pulling it off her shoulders. "The biker, there? Not sure what I can tell you that hasn't already been in the police reports..."  Her lips press together for a moment, and she shifts her weight from one foot to the other once again. "I'm sorry, Miss Deckard. What exactly are you getting at?"
Feb 13 11:07:52 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Raising her palms upward gently in a placating gesture, the pretty blonde speaks quietly, her manner soothing. "I'm not trying to rile you up or trick you, nothing like that. It's just I got a tip off that a redhead with tattoos was involved in the scuffle at Joe's.. and whatever the hell that was at Howie's a few nights ago. I just wondered if maybe you had a statement.. or at best, an account of what happened." Dropping her hands, she slides one into a back pocket, producing a sleek business card which she offers toward the redhead. "But hey.. I don't wanna ruin your night, or mine. Give me a call if you like, and if not, no worries, alright?" Her blue eyes meet Sybine's gaze steadily as she adds, "Just seems to me, with all the shit he gets away with.. beating up a pretty girl
Feb 13 11:08:23 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: (cont.) shouldnt be on that list."
Feb 13 11:10:49 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: From the alleyway comes the sound of metal grinding against metal, and the sound of some scrabbling, like someone knocked over a barrel or something, and was having trouble righting it.
Feb 13 11:14:37 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Sybine brings one hand out slowly and takes the card from Alexandra with two fingers, not even giving it a second look before pushing it into the inside pocket of her jacket. "Cop, or reporter?" Sybine's voice manages it's pace a little more freely now, her shoulders relaxing from her slightly shaken stance of a few minutes ago. "Anyways, there's probably a couple of thousand redheads with tattoos in L.A." Her eyes pass over the woman and then towards the alleyway, but she seems more intrested in the well dressed blond.
Feb 13 11:16:58 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: "Then they'll all be getting my number." laughs the blonde, grinning good-naturedly as her card is accepted. "And reporter. Do I really look like a cop?" She looks pointedly downward at her attire, a look of mock-horror upon her features for a moment before she raises her gaze again. As an afterthought, she looks toward the entrance of the club. "I think I might have changed my mind about this place.. you ever been in?"
Feb 13 11:28:02 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman swears under his breath and /immediately/ drops back out of view, cursing Carl's name under his breath with a silent snarl and he lies completely flat on the roof.
Feb 13 11:29:33 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "Not even once," the fire-haired woman says with a slight yawn. Her figure seems to have relaxed almost immediately upon pushing the business card into her pocket, and now she allows her arms to drop lazily at her sides. "Having not-so-great luck finding a pla-" Sybine's words are cut off by Carl's voice pressing through the air towards the group, and every word that she'd spoken to Alexandra before hand is throw out as a blatent lie as the redhead takes a full step back away from the sidewalk, her breath audibly catching in her throat. Her eyes trail upwards, but only for a short glance before her attention is returned to Alexandra, but mostly to Carl.
Feb 13 11:31:14 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: As Sybine's eyes flutter towards the rooftop briefly, her arms return to their wrapped postion around her waste, and adding to her step away from the sidewalk, she secondguesses herself in a clear moment of confusion as she takes a step towards the sidewalk this time.
Feb 13 11:34:14 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Her gaze already having shifted first to Carl as he pulled onto the sidewalk, then to the subject of his attention, at which she raises an inquisitve brow, her expression cool, Alexandra then watchesSybine with the faintest of smiles, gently clearing her throat. Pointedly ignoring the scruffy biker's words and the one he addresses, she turns her attention fully to the redhead. "I might be able to get you in a little faster, if we're lucky.. if you like." She flits only a subtle sidelong glance toward Carl with her words, emphasising her point.
Feb 13 11:40:17 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: A young Asian female walks along the sidewalk, her hands wrapped around the strap of her usual messenger bag. Her foot steps are slow as she strolls the late night streets, a cell phone open and producing both light and sound as she types a message on it. Her eyes lift across the street to the biker, and her eyes went wide. However she only looked down to her phone once more, finishing her text message. As the biker begins to speak she walks closer to the opposing wall trying not to be seen.
Feb 13 11:41:04 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: The crowd starts disperse, some walking away quietly while a few others making hurried dashes towards their cars as the line outfront of Club Crank all but disappears. 
Feb 13 11:43:54 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman rolls his eyes as he lays completely flat on the roof of the building, shaking his head as Carl goes off on his tirade. Far too obvious, and open, at that. Then again, Carl had saved his ass quite a few times, so, it must be tolerated. So, he rolled over to the edge of the building, still hiding from the sight of those present, and he barely peeked over the edge of the rooftop, carefully watching.
Feb 13 11:47:55 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Meeting Carl's gaze in open defiance as he addresses her, the blonde seems to remain perfectly calm, replying simply and in an even tone, made easier as the crowd around her ebbs away. "Shockingly, my world does not revolve around you, Carlson. And I've never done any harm to you either. Quite the opposite in fact." Leaving this statement unexplained for now, she tucks an errant lock of silky hair behind one ear, looking back to Sybine with a tight smile. "C'mon." She heads for the cur still purring in the street, however, rather than the door of the club, her high heels clicking audibly across the sidewalk.
Feb 13 12:00:32 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The young Asian girl finds a small alley way and slips back into it, the phone snapping shut to stop the sounds and light. Standing in the shadows she cranes her neck out to watch the sight. (1 success) Her hands are clutched close to her chest as she tries not to shiver in fear. Her cell still in her hands at the ready.
Feb 13 12:08:24 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman listens quietly and then he almost bolts up. Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ...some serious shit was about to go down most likely, if Carl persisted. Guillaume slowly made his way to the edge of the room and began climbing down the fire escape. As he made it down, he checked his coat for his belongings, and with a nod, he made sure his motorcycle was completely covered and hidden. Peering out from the alleyway, he began to walk down the street, approaching Carl, but some 5 or 10 feet to his side. He spoke up now, in his sickeningly sibilant tones. "Hello Carl."
Feb 13 12:09:18 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Pausing in her tracks, Sybine passes a soft smile in Alexandra's direction and shakes her head. Running both hands through her hair, she pulls her jacket back over her arms and shoulders, letting the old leather drape about her. "Carl Carlson's a fucking God right?"  She turns around slowly to face Carl, pushing her tongue over her lip ring briefly. "There isn't a place you go that they don't call the police, and people bloody trip over themselves to move out of your way. Well, I'm fucking done. I can't turn around in this dirty city without having someone cursing at me." She tosses her hands up slightly, obviously allowing her courage to rush over much needed fear for now. "I can't even fucking drink a beer or eat pizza without hearing your name." She seems to faulter slightly making eyecontact with Carl, and back peddles a step towards Alexandra.
Feb 13 12:14:10 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Having halted halfway to the waiting car at the redhead's outburst, Alexandra then turns back and takes a step closer to her, folding her slender arms once again. As Sybine falters, the blonde picks up where she left off, nodding slowly, almost thoughtfully. "She's right, you know. I'd -hate- for someone to recognise you and call the cops. Then again, maybe I'd get a great scoop out of it, right?" An icy edge of bitterness creeps into her controlled tone, accompanied by a strange expression as the frenchman steps out of the shadows. Distracted only briefly, it seems long enough for her to compose herself, the flare of anger calming somewhat as she waits to see what unfolds. One hand reaches toward Sybine, rubbing lightly across her shoulder in a comforting gesture.
Feb 13 12:16:42 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Its funny everyone should mention that as the sound of police sirens can be heard nearby and all the extra commotion has caused even more people to take note and  start fleeing, while others stand and gawk and Paparrazzi snap photos.
Feb 13 12:25:59 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Sybine's body shifts lightly as Carl pops off at the mouth in Alexandra's direction, and though she'd just met the woman, her eyes narrow slightly. As Carl turns a bit to speak with Guillaume, Sybine pushes at the back of her right boot with her left toe, pulling her foot up and out of it, though she freezes for a second as Carl's attention returns to her. As he revs his bike, she waits for the first, and the second before bending down to pick up her heavy black boot. As soon as the back tire of his bike begins to move, she brings her hand up in a baseball-esque throw and lobs the boot at Carl's head.
Feb 13 12:32:33 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: Seeing that it was over the Asian girl steps from the alley way and onto the sidewalk, her hands and phone still clasp to her chest. She stands confused and scared at the entire event, however doesn't move from the spot right outside the alleyway she had ducked into. When the boot was tossed at the man she took one step backwards and gave a gasp.  Her grip on the phone became tighter, her gaze never leaving the scene. It was akin to a train wreck, she wanted to something, anything at all but all she could do was sit and stare.
Feb 13 12:43:48 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman immediately tenses as the infamous biker draws his shotgun and he shakes his head from side to side. "Jesus Christ Carl. Put that damn thing away." His hand goes into his pocket and he grips something there, but otherwise, he doesn't move from the position for a moment. Then, he speaks sibilantly and sweetly, his words seeming to ooze with charisma as he speaks to Carl. "C'mon, don't need to draw attention to yourself, especially given your current status as a criminal, right? Discretion is the better part of valor, they say."
Feb 13 12:45:49 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: A large black hummer limosine pulls around the corner. Seven windows rolling down at once on it's left side as it starts to turn towards  club crank from Vine Street...
Feb 13 12:48:41 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: As her intense sapphire gaze falls upon the shotgun, the pretty blonde draws a soft breath.. but remain unmoving from Sybine's side. Her gaze drifts toward the frenchman as he addresses Carl, then to the biker himself, awaiting his reaction. Willing the distant sirens to come even a little closer, she remains silent for the moment, watching the events unfolding before her with an air of detached interest.. despite the glimmer of fear in her eyes.
Feb 13 12:50:21 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: As Both Enter the Dead end, it looks like a surgical rom, but its ver dirty, tools of the trade are stacedup in a wheely tray fll of slime , suddenly a mechanical device comes out of no where, and bounds Leannan up real tight, the man turns arund as looks at leannan up and down as he bobs hs head. "You need your sexy parts taken out, unlean.. unclean.." he takes a knife as he takes the tip and runs it down her beast. "They all cry out, ut after they stop.. hey do stop
Feb 13 12:56:14 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The young Asian girl lets out an audible gasp when the woman is grabbed and the threats are tossed around. She takes another step back but it seems she had gotten away from the alley and bumped into the wall, this causing another gasp and half a scream to escape her overly nervous body. She quickly looks down hoping that she would go unheard. Her body is now shaking as a great amount of fear comes over her.
Feb 13 12:58:21 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Man looking down at the knife shakes his head. "No you dont understand.. your unlean, i have to make you clean.."he turns away shaking his head. "Scream all you want, no one can hear you but mee..." he returns with a biger sleeker knife. "The lord said it best to cut your eyes if they tempt you.. cuting your sexy things will relase you from temptation!
Feb 13 13:01:57 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Gregory. Are you Gregory?" Ignoring his rant, the woman instead chose to attempt to turn the topic at hand. Full lips were pressed into a hard line of displeasure, given relief only to speak. Looking from the knife to its wielder, the woman gave another experimental push against the mechanism that held her.
Feb 13 13:05:55 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Man eyes light Up. "you kno gregory?" he shakes his head, slightly. "Bad man very very bad maan, you need not to be tempted by him.." He starts to cut her clothes were he is getting the area prep for sugery. " i was a nurse now im a doctor.." but before he could cut a Man in womans clothes stabs him from the back, h watches the man Die slowly, and is obviously Paralised, the ne man takes the knife. "He was an amature, im a sugeon, and i know how to inflit pain.." Unlike the man before, this man looks truely evil
Feb 13 13:06:06 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Taken aback, Alexandra watches, stunned, as the redhead steps apparently willingly away from her side, her lips parting in dismay and disbelief. Casting a desperate glance toward the handsome man Carl yells at, painfully aware of the shotgun still trained on her, she seems for once at a complete loss as to what to do next. Gathering herself after a moment with a slow, steadying breath to straighten her shoulders, she looks to Sybine once more, offering only a single nod to show her understanding. Only if one looked closely would they notice the trembling that threatens to overthrow her apparent calm..
Feb 13 13:08:34 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Wonderful! We can flirt later...are _you_ Gregory?" If the woman was truly unconcerned or simply wrapping herself into a facade, her voice held only a hint of annoyance and none of the fear these being seemed to crave. Looking him over slowly, her sapphire gaze was wary and one thin brow arched slowly upward with the question.
Feb 13 13:13:52 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: As the Stretch Hummer Limousine begins to roll down Santa Monica Boulevard, the windows now down, a man steps from Club Crank wearing nothing but a pair of black leather pants, some combat boots, and a white fur coat. No shirt is worn, so as to expose his bare chest. His head is shaved, and tattooed along the top of it is Holy Scripture. That same massive bowie knife is tucked into his belt, but what's worse is the pump-action shotgun that he's got slung over his shoulder. He pulls it back, jacking a round in, and levelling it at Carl, "..Carl, baby! It's you again! And here I thought I had lost you forever! Are these people givin' you trouble, booby?".
Feb 13 13:16:33 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man goes from behind and tabs leanna with a sharp knife, you notice you cant feel any of your body except for your head, he makes his eay toards the womans face and holds up the knife. "Autopsy started at 5 am, Doctor Jenki here.. the corpse seems to be still alive bu.." out of no where A man known as Prince stabs the man repeatedly, the dying man starst to shout. " I was just.." Prince frowns as he loosm down at the man.. "No you ernt, done lie to prince.."the man does and the Cool britsh man with short white hair and blue eyes looks up at Leannan. "Saved by your prince, how about a kiss Leannan"
Feb 13 13:22:42 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman immediately blanches even more so than usual, and he shakes his head. "Sonofabitch." He takes a few steps back, and he looks over at the man with the pump actions shotgun and he shakes his head, raising a hand nonconfrontationally. "For fuck's sake Carl, I told you to just get the fuck outta here. And no offense, but you threatened to shoot me, so you are on your own." He takes another step back, towards Alexandra a bit.
Feb 13 13:25:41 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Prince politley chuckles, he moves around and takes out the knife, he then turns around to face Leannan and undoes her braces. "I told you two there are other threats out here.." he looks around and sighs, he makes his way out the dooray. "Let me guess Christian is introuble too now?"
Feb 13 13:26:20 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: The sound of sirens is /incredibly/ nearby. Almost right atop of the scene.
Feb 13 13:28:27 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, my dear Prince..." The woman purred when she was freed. "You obviously know a bit about us...so surely you know that was a question that did not need asking." Reaching back, she pressed her fingers against the knife had previously been embedded. Shaking her head slowly, she turned to face the strange man. "And by your presence here, you knew that things would go poorly. So! I suppose you are my Prince for the time being. What now?"
Feb 13 13:30:09 :: (GC) Guillaume votes for Mizuki
Feb 13 13:31:10 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man chuckles as he shakes his head. "I want that Book Leannan, that book is what I need, and what Drives me.." he sits down at one of the chairs. "I saved your Life, now you give me that book." he smiles as he crosses his legs and places a hand on his lap. "People down here hunt themselves, now theres ne meat, word spreads quickly, il save your lover for the book"
Feb 13 13:33:11 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Glancing over one bare shoulder toward the rather oddly dressed bald man that exits the club, Alexandra regards him uncomprehendingly for a moment before focusing on the gun he holds. Her blue eyes flit back toward Carl and Sybine, widening fractionally behind the errant locks of white blonde tossed about her features by a sudden chill night breeze. A glance is cast up the street as the sirens come ever closer, then aside to Guillaume as he speaks. Instinctively beginning to move in his direction as he takes a few steps back, she halts herself, looking between the two armed figures warily and apparently electing to remain perfectly still.
Feb 13 13:36:48 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Shaking his head the man chuckles. "No No Leannan, there is  amna called Gregory that will help, im just saying i did you a favour, no do me one.." he makes his way towards her as he smiles politley. "Cant one do that, i mean who couldnt do that.." he takes her by the hand and makes his way towards the Exit. "Whathave you learnt about the book?"
Feb 13 13:40:56 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Why don't we play a game, dear Prince." The blonde suggested. She did not protest his touch, but not change in the tension of her hand was given to indicate that she happy about the arrangement either. "It will kill time while we go. The rules are simple, question for question. And no cop out answers. No half answers. No enigmas. I won't tell you where the book is, however. Doesn't that sound fun?"
Feb 13 13:46:05 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Shakes his head as he takes her outside. "You See Leannan, your smart but what would I gain to ask you questions if your nit willing to tell me the most important question.. the only question i have for you.." he turns pulling Leannan with him. "Youl be getting free answers
Feb 13 13:46:45 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Face, with the shotgun still levelled at Carl, and now at his mechanical steed, takes a step or two forward. Not large steps, but just enough to cause his white fur coat to ripple around him in the night air as he says, "..Carlson! Schmooky! Always running! I just want to talk to you, bro! You're hurting my feelings here!".
Feb 13 13:51:04 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Man starts chuckling as he shakes his head. "kill you. why would I want to do that, its the others that want to kill you Leannan, I saved your life already.."He smiles as he looks at her, and does a humph sound."Or have you forgoten already?
Feb 13 13:52:08 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The eyes of the frenchman grew wider for a moment as more guns were levelled and he appeared a bit worried, a crack in the veneer of his facade. He muttered something under his breath and the walked slowly over to Alexandra and he whispered something to her.
Feb 13 13:56:26 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Prince Stops as he looks up at the cieling, he chuckles once again then shakes his head. "Find Gregory and hopefully his demands arnt too hard for you, i mean you will have the knowlege for it.. Well not you but lets hope christian was paying attention in the past.."he shrugs as he looks aroud the room then back to Leannan. "If not we are all stuck, your wanted untill you die, same with Christian and I have to fins the book by myself
Feb 13 13:57:26 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Just as the police lights can be seen flashing around the far corner to the west, Carl kicks his bike into gear and starts to drive. He gets three feet before suddenly the bald tattoed man and his bouncer open fire. Both of their weapons striking true and killing the engine of the motorcycle. Quickly losing control of the bike Carl manages to bail off though Sybine finds herself skidding along the ground, pinned underneath the easily four hundred pounds of metal, screaming in utter horror and pain as she leaves flesh all along the pavement and bone jutting from her thigh and fore arm through her clothing
Feb 13 14:02:05 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alexandra's expression melts into one of utter horror and disbelief as she helplessly watches the other girl being brutally crushed beneath the bike. A cry tears from her throat as she starts forward rather unsteadily, with some notion of going to the girl's aid.. albeit far too late.
Feb 13 14:03:40 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: Seeing the wreck and the pain that was inflicted upon the women, the young Asian comes out of her state of shock and makes a mad dash towards the wreckage. Tears begin to stream down her face as she hears those horrid sounds of pain and agony. "Don't worry I will help you." She calls out to her in hopes that she can reach her before anything else can happen.
Feb 13 14:05:22 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Prince sits down slowly, his back towards the wall. "becuse i will then use it for good and honour and help you out.." he keeps  his eyes on Leannan and smiles towards her. "Or you can go the hard way, Yes the hard way you got more independence from me.."
Feb 13 14:09:05 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Pretty words, dear man...very pretty. But 'good' and 'honour' are subjective, no matter what society as a whole may think. What is gogod for you may not necessarily be good for me. And honour has always been a personal affair. You must understand my hesitation. I don't claim to be so all knowing as to be able to discern truth from pretty words." She remained standing as he took a seat and one hand moved to her hip while the other extended, index finger pointed skywards in the standard pose of a lecture.
Feb 13 14:11:17 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Prince points towards the north and states clearly. "His over there, his in trouble and needs your help, go to gregory and do hat he asks.." He then disapears straight away and towards the south yu can hear him say. "ho about a kiss Leannan"
Feb 13 14:12:36 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: The man in the fur coat tosses his own shotgun into the window of the hummer, before giving an order, "..Get those windows up and park it. Fuzz' rollin' babes. I'll get it from here. Also. Give Joe Camel a call. Tell 'im Carlson is boppin' about..". That said and done, he begins to follow Carl.
Feb 13 14:12:58 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: Guillaume watches as the woman gets trapped underneath the bike and go skidding down the street and he almost swears. This was getting /way/ to dicey for his tastes. He grabbed Alexandra's hand and spoke. "C'mon Alex! The cops are coming, and we don't need to deal with that! The ambulance can take care of her!" He pulls her along, getting away from the scene as fast as possible, almost running, but making sure Alex can keep up with him.
Feb 13 14:22:49 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Carl manages to dart into an alley, followed right behind him by Face while the SUV Parks itself. Mizuki manages to make it to the wreckage, only to be pulled away by the officers who quickly shout orders into their mics. Calling for backup, and an ambulance. Looking unsure of weither or not they should lift the motorcycle off of her.
Feb 13 14:23:54 :: (GC) Siol echoed: Carl manages to dart into an alley, followed right behind h
Feb 13 14:24:07 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Stumbling backwards a few steps as the frenchman drags her in the opposite direction, the slender blonde almost loses her balance, regaining it at the last second. Following numbly after him, she gazes back toward the fallen girl in the gutter, her blue eyes filling with tears. Clearly not comforted by Guillaume's assurances, she nevertheless allows herself to be led away at a brisk pace, evidently still reeling, her footsteps unbalanced behind the man's long strides as they are swiftly lost in the crowd.
Feb 13 14:27:12 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The young Asian girl tugs against the arms of the police officers trying to get closer to the girl. "Please, I can help her. Just let me get try. I can help I promise." She pleads to the officers who hold her back, tears still in her eyes and more following as she hears the sounds of pain come from her. She keeps tugging at the grip of the much stronger men as she tries to break away from them.
Feb 13 14:33:42 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: As the pair run down the street past and through the throng of police, the frenchman sighs a bit as they make it to the park and he takes a few deep breaths, slowing down so that Alex doesn't trip and fall from his pace. He makes his way to a park bench and he stops next to it, looking around. Then, he turns and looks to Alex and he looks at her concernedly. "Are you alright, Alex?"
Feb 13 14:34:11 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Face steps into the mouth of the alley, a bit of a smirk on his lips. He watches for a moment as Carl tries to scamper up the wall and fails, "..Carlson, babe. Slow your roll, nigga. If you keep running, I can't ever talk to you. And trust me, we need to talk..". 
Feb 13 14:34:32 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Shaking his head the officer restricting the young asian girl tries to reassure her, "Help is on the way, please. I know you wish to help but right now there's nothing you can do for her.. just please miss, calm down and tell me what happened." Meanwhile the other three officers jump at Sybine's shouting and moving to her side. One squats down and holds his fingers out above her, "Miss, you've been in an accident.. How many fingers am I holding up? We can't move you, you might have internal hemoraging please just hold on.."
Feb 13 14:34:54 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Carl
Feb 13 14:39:08 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: The Asian girl tries to look around the man and check the girl. "You don't understand. I can help her just please let me try. Im a medical student, and Im about to finish pre-med."  She reaches for her bag to pull out a stethoscope, which was given to her when she started medical school as a sign of good will. "She was on a motorcycle that was shot at and she was trapped under it. Now please just let me try and help until the ambulance can get here." She tries to move past them one more time.
Feb 13 14:39:08 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb 13 14:41:34 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Shaking his head the officer continues to restrain her, "Miss there is nothing you could do for her with that.. she's spread across the pavement for a good twenty feet.. look at her.. she'll be lucky if she can walk after this.. We can't risk aggravating her condition.
Feb 13 14:41:39 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..I don't see a shotgun, Carlson. So you need to fucking sit down and listen to me..", Face explains, though he does pull open his white fur coat just enough to show the glint of the bowie knife that's tucked in his belt.
Feb 13 14:43:44 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "I can bloody hear all of you talking. Just get this fucking thing off me or god help you if I -can- walk," Sybine groans softly, though still continues to lay unmoving, even if she could move, under the mass of metal.
Feb 13 14:45:12 :: (GC) Mizuki rposed: "I could at least get her vitals and see what kind of support she will need when the ambulance gets here. The more they know they less time it will take for them to figure it out, and the faster they can get her to the hospital." The girl stamps her feet. "I can not just sit back and watch her suffer not when I can help." She tries this time to force her way though.
Feb 13 14:47:38 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Just then the paramedics and a fire truck pull up and they begin to immediately get to work. Taking her vitals, and using the jaws of life coupled with  da de da de dah. Long story short. Sybine is doped up with morphine and transfered to Our Lady of Mercy Hospital and Mizuki is given a lift to the hospital by the lead officer.
Feb 13 14:48:44 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..What's your interest in the girl, Carlson? Two times, babe? That can't just be a coincidence. What's your major malfunction? Not planning to ghoul her, are you?", Face asks, stepping closer to Carl. He stops though, and leans his fur-clad arm against a dumpster in an almost casual manner.
Feb 13 14:53:58 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Gently pulling her smaller hand from his, Alexandra at first refuses to look the frenchman in the eye, taking a moment to catch her breath. Seeming somewhat unsteady on her slender, leather-clad legs, she lowers herself carefully onto the bench, clasping her hands loosely as she leans her elbows on her knees. "Am I alright..? No, Guillaume, I'm not. I'm tired. And I'm scared. And I just saw a girl being torn apart under a bike. I think it's safe to say I am -not- fucking alright." Raising her gaze to meet his, her vivid sapphire eyes blaze angrily from behind a few wayward wisps of silken blonde hair. "Or, I'm sorry, would you prefer me to refer to you as Jesus from now on?" Her fury and frustration are evident in her posture and tone, tightly controlled as they are. Gone is the charismatic smile and teasing warmth, replaced by a steely inner fire as she awaits his response.
Feb 13 14:56:14 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..There doesn't need to be more of you. There doesn't need to be more little savages that run around and hurt people. Or ghouls. The more of you there are, then the more of us that there needs to be. And trust me, Carlson, baby, you don't want or need more of us around..", Face says.
Feb 13 14:57:08 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: A soft sigh escapes the Frenchman's lips as he shakes his head and sits down. "Guillaume will suffice. I've never made claim to be Jesus, or anything else of the sort." His tone is calm and soothing, and he looks as if he is going to sit a moment, but then he decides against it, choosing instead to just look at her as he removes his mirrored sunglasses, staring back into her icy sapphire eyes with his equally harsh emerald ones. "I'm sorry that you had to see that, I really am, but I couldn't do anything about it."
Feb 13 14:58:27 :: (GC) Sybine votes for Mizuki
Feb 13 14:58:43 :: (GC) Mizuki votes for Sybine
Feb 13 15:00:34 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Lowering her head, running both hands through her hair, Alexandra releases a slow, shaky breath before replying, her tone softening fractionally. "I know.. I know. I didn't expect you to do anything. It's just.." She pauses, raising her head again to regard Guillaume, her expression one of genuine bewilderment and disillusionment. "How do you even -know- him, Guillaume? And what the hell was he saying about New Orleans?" Slowly, her anger seems to be dissipating, though enough of an edge remains to embolden her to speak so plainly. 
Feb 13 15:03:13 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman begins to pace a bit, walking along the small patch of sidewalk before the bench in the park. "I know Carl because back in New Orleans, he saved my ass from another biker gang that was out for me because I took a few pictures of their illegal activities.
Feb 13 15:05:03 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman begins to pace a bit, walking along the small patch of sidewalk before the bench in the park. "I know Carl because back in New Orleans, he saved my ass from another biker gang that was out for me because I took a few pictures of their illegal activities." His tone is soft, and still comforting. "And then, when you started poking around Carl in New Orleans, learning about him, I heard about it, and made sure that he didn't do anything to you." He clasps his fingers behind his back, and he continues to pace. "Cost me a lot of favors, but I cared about you, and I still quite frankly do."
Feb 13 15:05:07 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..You can break whatever you want, Carlson, as long as it's another vampire. We're watching you. All of us. All of the time, schnookums. If we see you hurting someone that isn't another vampire...we'll be there. And we don't play nice..". A truck rumbles up, old and beat up, parking next to the sidewalk in front of the alley. Joe, of Joe's Pool Hall gets out, seeing what's going on. All he does though is whistle in an appreciative way.
Feb 13 15:11:02 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Looking slightly taken aback by his latter statement, the young woman blinks a few times, her long lashes casting still more shadows across her features in the dim lighting of the park, the trees overhead blotting out what feeble illumination the streetlights provide. Folding her hands quietly between her thighs, she casts her gaze downward, following the motion of his pacing feet as she gathers her thoughts. "I see." she murmurs, after a long moment of silence, giving little away in her tone now. Clearing her throat gently, she sits back a little, apparently giving careful consideration to her next words. "Well.. I care about you too. Maybe more than I really ought to, considering. But there's obviously so much you don't tell me.." She chances a glance upward to his features as he turns to retrace his steps back the other way.
Feb 13 15:11:27 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..That
Feb 13 15:14:06 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: "..That's all that I have to say on the matter, Carlson. Bitch, whine, smash, kill. We don't care. Do it to other vampires...", Face admits, removing his weight from the dumpster which he had been leaning against. Joe then, removing his hat, speaks up with his gruff voice, "..That's right. Touch a human though, and we'll know it. What's worse is, we already know all about you. Where to find you. What you can do. How to kill you. And we can do it all under sun's sweet cover 'n protection. An' we will. If ye touch another human.".
Feb 13 15:15:38 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: His steps stop for the moment as he turns and looks over at her, hands still clasped behind him quietly. "Well, you never really asked anything about that, and I didn't want to make you nervous." He starts to walk again, and then he walks over to the bench and sits down next to her carefully, within arm's reach, but that would be it. "Alright, Alex. Go ahead and ask me whatever you want to know. I'll tell you, whatever it may be. Honest. Ask me anything." He looks over at her, his voice genuine in tone, his posture reflecting this.
Feb 13 15:19:51 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: A brief, humorless laugh escapes Alexandra as Guillaume sits down and her eyes, darkened to an inky hue in the late hours, stare unseeingly ahead as she shakes her head a little. "I don't even know what to ask. I would never have asked you about Carlson because I would never have imagined you'd be associated with him. What else is there that you think I -ought- to know?" She turns her head to watch the frenchman, though her features remain cast in shadow,partially obscured also as her hair tumbles forward with the motion. "Because I'm getting -really- sick of surprises." Drawing her knees up under her chin, she hugs them close to her chest, suddenly rather cold now that the adrenaline has begun to fade.
Feb 13 15:21:33 :: (GC) Endymion echoed: Face doesn't speak up this time, one of those rare blessings. Joe, however, leans back against his truck, reaching into the window, and pulls out a small, portable blowtorch. He uses this to light a cigarette. Rolling the cancer-stick to the side of his mouth, he says, "..Get out of here, kid. And don't make us regret lettin' ye go..".
Feb 13 15:26:11 :: (GC) Guillaume rposed: The frenchman looks around for a moment before he nods. "Well. I run an S&M club on the side for some extra cash in addition to being a photographer...I gamble occasionally...and I have a bit of a fascination with blonde reporters that manage to distract me from everything." He smiles a bit and then takes off his coat, wrapping it around her gently.
Feb 13 15:27:23 :: (GC) Carl votes for Sybine
Feb 13 15:32:27 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Allowing him to wrap his coat about her, the too large garment swamping her slender form, the young woman gratefully tugs it tightly about herself, concealing the rather seductive cut of her corset-style bodice from view for the time being. "An S&M club.." she repeats slowly, arching a brow in intrigued suspicion, as if convinced the frenchman is teasing her. After a moment, though, she seems to simply accept the statement, quirking an elegant brow.. though whether in interest or amusement is difficult to ascertain. At the reporter comment, she smirks slightly, briefly meeting the emerald hues of his eyes. "And don't try to blame me for you being easily distracted." Rubbing at her forehead with one palm, she sighs, half chuckling. "What a fucking night. Pardon my entire lack of French."
Feb 13 15:35:52 :: (GC) Siol echoed: A strawberry milkshake appears.
Feb 13 15:37:20 :: (GC) Siol gechoed: The sound of a ninja poofing can be heard as Siol disappears.
Feb 13 16:03:07 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: As Christian Struggles, the three females produce an eletric prodder each and move toards Christian, they laugh and start prodding him with it, as it cases him much pain. "Time to Die new meat!" They keep eletricuting him untill his under thier submission
Feb 13 16:05:41 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The large man struggles against the steel linked net, muscles bulging in an attempt to either rip the thing apart or throw it off of him. A muffled groan escapes his lips under the sharp feeling of pain before a hiss that's soon lost under the next prod. His body arches under it against the steel bindings before groaning again albeit forced into a muffled sound.
Feb 13 16:09:48 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Ballarinas skip towards the end of the room and take out a large bear trap, the go on each end and open it, then they take christians body and place his head between the sharp large trap, the spring is loaded and the dominatrix has a large stick, and playing with it. "New meaaat, new lovely meaaat'
Feb 13 16:15:43 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Three laugh in giggles as the 2 ballareinas start to dance around th Trap, the dominatrix females just laugh and pretends to hit the trap. "your gonna diee... say hello to the d eee vvv iilll.." She laughs with insantiy in her tone
Feb 13 16:17:50 :: (GC) Deselus rposed: The hand he has placed over the medical book shows signs of slight scarring, matching the off tone color of the scarring on one side of his face. He gestures broadly at the area of his head with the other hand. "I'm altho not exactly a ladieth magnet." He nods at the introduction. "Doctor Destheluth Thoethicz, ah..." he pauses for a moment, as if searching for the right words. An akward nod follows, and he finishes his sentence. "Nithe to meet you, Detective." He makes no other gestures, instead, is akward just sitting there."
Feb 13 16:20:09 :: (GC) Donnie votes for Deselus
Feb 13 16:20:13 :: (GC) Deselus votes for Donnie
Feb 13 16:23:24 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The larger man gazes up at the woman with cold eyes, his arms pressing against the bindings as if testing their strength. The gaze shifts for a brief moment to the trap, studying what type of bear trap it is...possibly what kind of mechanism it would react off of before looking at her. He thinks for a brief moment before parting his lips in something of a chance gambit, "The Devil?"
Feb 13 16:27:33 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Dominatric nods while luaghing. "Yes, Prince of Darkness.. Say hello to Prince of Darkness for me for me young meat.." She laughs harder and harder and the ballarinas sencing that its all going to end starts to dance around the trap faster and farst. "Good bye they start chanting, the dominatrix teakes the stick and lifts it over her head as she laaughs
Feb 13 16:36:19 :: (GC) Christian rposed: The man gazes up at the stick with a small frown, "Then maybe i'll be dancing with the devil again. He never did quite like me much." A dark grin forms upon his lips under that as his back arches a bit away from the trap, a very minute gesture testing to see if he's able to move within the bindings at all, "Why would you want to send me to the Devil when there are things that I could possibly do to..help.. you?" The last sentence comes out in a calm tone. Something quite emphatic towards the three as a feeling of awe radiates from him.
Feb 13 17:43:28 :: (GC) Natalee rposed: 'Are you serious? Here? Ugh... Whatever, I'll be here, just don't keep me fucking waiting. And you better not call off like last time ass! I had to sit in the hall for hours! Fine, fuck, just hurry up.' With that, a click and her cell closes. He shoves it in her pocket with a sigh and looks about the club, the women dancing and she can't help but grin, some of the girls pretty damn hot. She sat down a table away from the guy with the books, not really even paying him any mind yet, just looking about.
Feb 13 17:46:47 :: (GC) Deselus rposed: Glancing up, the man adjusts his spectacles and glances at Natalee as she finishes her conversation. He looks to have been here for a while, and with the arrival of a different face, he takes note of his surroundings, pausing from his reading for a time. He surveys the room, his face blank and expressionless, unlike a few of the other grinning patrons.
Feb 13 18:13:18 :: (GC) Deselus rposed: At the first question, he gives a noncomittal shake of his head to indicate that he has not heard of Natalee. "I don't have any tattooth." He raises an eyebrow as she trails off. "Really though, I think if that wasth why I wasth here, I'd justht pay for it, don't you think?" He makes a broad gesture to several of the topless waitresses conversing nearby.
Feb 13 20:06:01 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Natalee
Feb 13 20:17:08 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb 13 20:20:14 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Walking up the street with a faint limp comes a very large man dressed in clothing that bears a striking resembelance to a priests outfit snas the white at the collar.  He takes note of the stumbling young lady, and his eyes narrow for a moment, before his lackadasical pace is increased and he approaches her.  "Excuse me, miss," he rumbles, "are you alright?"  He stops just out of arms reach of the young lady, witha faint frown of concern.
Feb 13 20:23:40 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Natalee
Feb 13 20:37:58 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: With a small smile, the big man bends down to help you scoop your things up.  "Sure will miss, car'll be fine here."  He hands the objects over to you and straightens up.  "I'll walk you home, if you want."  He dusts his hands off on his pant legs and gives another quick look around, searching for anyone with an obviously scarred up face.
Feb 13 20:42:01 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Through the bustle of the crowd, the noise, the sweat, the heat, a single willowy form weaves through the pulsing mob with swift, precise steps. The motion has a certain practiced ease to it, Cerulean eyes scanning the faces and searching for gaps in the seeming wall of people. All the while, the angelic visage holds no hit to thoughts, remaining both serene and detached all at once.
Feb 13 20:43:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Through the bustle of the crowd, the noise, the sweat, the heat, a single willowy form weaves through the pulsing mob with swift, precise steps. The motion has a certain practiced ease to it, Cerulean eyes scanning the faces and searching for gaps in the seeming wall of people. All the while, the angelic visage holds no hit to thoughts, remaining both serene and detached all at once. Lithe arms are wrapped about an androgynous torso, one about a trim waist and the other across a slender chest. Platform boot thug gently against the pavement with each step taken, the creak of leather drowned out by the crowd. Narrow hips sway from time to time, only adding to the androgyny. @r((@RREPOSE@r))@n
Feb 13 20:44:23 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Goes without saying but IC info should not be talked about OOCly.
Feb 13 21:04:14 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The eyes of the large man narrow just an instant before he shakes Natalee off his arm and charges across the street on a diagonal.  Once across, he lowers his head and really pours on the speed, slamming himself bodily into the accused man, knocking his down by sheer force and disparity of size.
Feb 13 21:19:54 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As Natalee pulls out her cellphone and begins to dial, Deselus makes a feeble attempt to run towards the nearby taxi which is peeling the fuck out.  He doesn't make it far though as he suddenly finds himself being grabbed by the massive priest from behind like one would a kitten and gets slammed into a car, causing a gash upon the side of his head.
Feb 13 21:33:29 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: A squad car pulls up and out step two of L.A.'s finest. Dressed in their normal uniforms, the first draws his weapon and orders Patrick to release the man then for both of them to get on the ground with their hands behind their head. The first then goes over towards Natalee and Devon to collect their statements.
Feb 13 21:43:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Not seeming too upset by the screaming, the willowy form does pause, elegant neck arching a little to see forward in the crowd. The youth's gaze does travel to where the taxi is, eyeing the soon-to-be passenger with a hint of recognition within the gaze. Pausing for a moment, seemingly in thought, the youth studies the man with scrutiny. However, the silent pondering is soon cut short as the massive figure comes barreling through the crowd, tackling the subject of study and turning the man into a rag doll. There's a look of dark irony within the brilliant gaze, a sort of silent humor that remains within the youth's mind alone. Seeming ready to simply walk away, another pause is taken, head tilting to the side at the scene is observed in silent interest.
Feb 13 21:44:11 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Handcuffs are placed on each man in turn, though Patrick first due to his burly nature and assumed thread. All the while the other officer is collecting statements from the witnesses. Atempting to console Natalee briefly the officer excuses himself and walks over to his partner to talk. There is alot of talking and pointing towards the bloodied up 'tourist' and the officer who did the handcuffing pulls out a citation board and walks over to Patrick. "Double edged sword, sorry preacher..  you did a good deed and we are appreciative, but I gotta write you up a fine for denting that other man's car with this asshole's head.." He then takes Patrick's information down while uncuffing him. Meanwhile the first officer walks up to Deselus, and pushes him up against a wall. Patting him down to feel for a wallet or anything else he might be carrying on him.
Feb 13 21:57:31 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: The officer ignores Deselus's remarks as he passes the camera off to his partner who takes it and puts it in the police cruiser before coming back. Meanwhile the first officer begins reading Deselus the miranda act while the second walks over to Natalee, "Ma'am we're gonna need you to come down to the station in the morning and fill out some paper work. We'll hold him for twenty four hours but unless you choose to press charges we will have to release him."
Feb 13 22:02:44 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Shaking his head the officer gestures towards Patrick, "Sorry ma'am he has to show up in court to handle the citation incase the owner of the vehechle wishes to make a claim. City is on a budget.. Stay in touch with him over the matter."
Feb 13 22:05:54 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: Once he's uncuffed and sure that the police don't have anything else they want to ask him, the big man walks back across the street towards Natalee.  Once across the street he strides over and smiles down at her.  "Don't worry about the citation," he says with a smile.  "It's no big deal."  He runs the palm of his hand over his close cropped hair, while he stands next to the young woman, "Officer, do you need the young lady any more tonight?  I think it might be a good idea for her to get home..."
Feb 13 22:06:39 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Shaking his head the officer gestures, "No you can both go but we expect you both down at the station bright and early"
Feb 13 22:18:43 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As the scene disperses the officers move to put Deselus into the cruiser. As they do, he attempts to bolt with inhuman speed and agility... To bad his perception apparently sucks as he steps into a pothole and twists his ankle sending him to the ground. Unamused the police draw their asp batons and shout as they run after him, "Suspect is fleeing!" into their shoulder mics, "Suspect is resisting arrest." Even as they each bring their batons down, one slamming it into his left side of his ribs, the other the right... And thats all she wrote as suddenly Deselus begins to turn to ash? "What the FUCK!" The first officer shouts, followed by the second, "Uhm.. uh.."
Feb 13 22:20:55 :: (GC) Deselus votes for Natalee
Feb 13 22:28:06 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: The big mans head whips around when the police start shouting and he takes a half step towards the scene, stopping when the fleeing fellow falls out of sight behind some cars.  He looks back over toward Natalee, "Well I think thats enough excitement, don't you miss?  ready to head home?"  At the policemans shouted obscenity he looks back across the street, just in time to see a puff of ash rise up.  "Oh...shit,' he says in a near whisper.
Feb 13 22:47:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: After having given what was perhaps the longest and most detailed recollection of a minor domestic disturbance in LAPD history, Devon seems ready to walk away again for the second time. However, the commotion behind the willowy figure once more draw's the youth's attention once more. Pausing mid-stride, his neck arches slightly to watch the scene with the same detached scrutiny so often visible within his gaze. Eyes following Deselus' every move, there's a sad shake of the youth's head as the man decided to run, rosy lips moving in a silent attempt to offer guidance. However, the advice is obviously not taken and as the figure crumbles to ash, there's a disturbed look upon the angelic face. Head turning back around, his gaze falls once more to the police as he calls out, "Wait, I forgot something!"
Feb 13 22:50:04 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: The two police officers just stand there flabberghast before the first comes out of his trance, heading over towards Devon he pulls out his notepad. Meanwhile the other officer just kinda squats down, using his baton to sift through the remains.
Feb 13 23:11:08 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Looking at the policeman, Devon adds carefully, "I saw him in a bookstore. He is... was... a doctor, studying the theory of Spontaneous Human Combustion." The words come out with both poise and ease, almost holding a sense of authority. Throat clearing softly, the youthful figure continues, voice seeming young and shy once more, "I guess it worked." One shoulder is shrugged in a nonchalant manner, though there's a look within his gaze that hints at knowing a little more than what is spoken. Weight shifting from toe to heel in a gentle rocking motion, one pale arm rises, fingers beginning to rub at the skin over the youth's collarbone before the digit even touches flesh. Stiffly nodding twice in a rather jerky motion, the youth seems to be indicating that this time, his statement is complete. After another moment, he calls softly out, "Oh, and you're shoelace is partially untied."
Feb 13 23:14:45 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: Writting this down the Officer nods, "Well suppose that explains this.. fucking twakadoo nutjobs.." Going to collect his partner he explains it to him neither really looking like they buy it but they are more than willing to etner it into the report since Devon is willing to vouch for it and it makes them seem a hell of alot less crazy.
Feb 13 23:29:47 :: (GC) Natalee votes for Patrick
Feb 13 23:42:34 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb 13 23:57:59 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the crowd thins out and everyone else scatters to find more trouble to get into, Devon remains stoic and silent, looking at the scene with a sense of melancholy about his willowy form. Slowly, he nods to Althea, eyes both troubled and questioning. "Apparently.", is spoken out loud, though the volume is hardly above a whisper. Blinking once, the dark mood surrounding him seems to dissipate slowly, though there's a lingering feeling of general malaise. "Don't know much more than that. I should have." These three last words seem to speak strongly of the youthful form, showing that he is not mourning for the pile of ash, but in fact of disappointment in himself. Without another word, he too turns away from the scene, long strides carrying him swiftly into the night.
Feb 14 00:04:58 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "He was a jackass anyway," Althea says, trying to comfort Devon. "Only the congenitally stupid would try to run from the LAPD. I doubt you could've convinced him to do otherwise." She turns away from Devon to the newcomer, taking in his gun and his jar with barely visible incredulity. She has seen too much to be completely taken aback by strange behaviors.
Feb 14 00:12:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Turning around once more, Devon shakes his head, eyes still holding a deep seated sense of frustration. "It's not that.", is the only explanation the youth offers to the girl, the words quiet and seemingly forced. A cautious, almost suspicious, gaze is taken around the area, the action slowly becoming a little more jittery than the usual passive detachment displayed by the willowy form. Recognition flares as the cerulean gaze falls upon the newest figure on the scene, though nothing is said or done about this. Arm still resting against his chest, his fingers continue to rub at his collarbone.
Feb 14 00:25:07 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Seeing the other man nearly drop his jar, Althea reflexively mutters, "Whoa there." She then turns to Devon, noticing him rubbing his skin again. "I need to get you a stress ball, man," she says, chuckling. "Well, whatever it is, dumbass got what was coming. It's over now, unless someone gets a broom and a dustpan."
Feb 14 00:38:26 :: (GC) Devon rposed: One brow arches slightly as Devon watches the man and his jar of dirt, a vague sense of intrigue seeming to enter his mind. However, the youth says nothing, choosing to watch in silence for the moment, a certain sense of wariness now inching into his gaze. There's clear caution as Althea's attention is also drawn to the new figure on the scene, and a clear attempt to humor her is made. "Why... is that?" The words are obviously forced, and a rather poor try at that, though there's clearly some form of effort put into them.
Feb 14 00:43:02 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Dizon is out for the Night/Morning. Later kiddos.
Feb 14 00:57:19 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Apparently having reach his banter breaking-point, Devon flatly replies, "No.", the word coming out a little sharper than etiquette would dictate. However, his gaze slowly slides away from the girl, only to once more focused on the man and his jar. A sense of obvious frustration, and perhaps even a bit of anger, showing. A deep breath is drawn, the youth's eyes falling closed as this relaxation attempt is performed. Halfway through the exhale, one eye pops open, his nostrils flaring from more from whatever it is that's bothering him than just the pressure of released breath. Leaning towards Althea, Devon brings his forefinger to his lips in a shh' manner, before quietly walking towards the shadows around the strip.
Feb 14 01:25:15 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: The brisk sound of heels on the sidewalk announces the approach of a young woman, soon appearing through the somewhat more sparse crowd away from the clubs. Wrapped in what is clearly a man's coat, the garment swamping her slender frame, Alexandra Deckard makes her way hurriedly through the darkened streets, the expression on her delicate features suggesting her mind is preoccupied. Holding the large jacket tight at her throat with one hand, her long blonde tresses spilling over the collar, she makes her way with relative ease, though seems disinterested in her surroundings, simply concentrating on one step after another.
Feb 14 01:28:42 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Where the man had been, there is now just a large jar of dirt. It sits in the center of the alley, feet from a dumpster. It's rather unobtrusive looking, but innately wrong anyhow, due much in part to it's locale. The man with the unkempt hair that had been carrying it, is gone. 
Feb 14 01:35:11 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Seeing the man disappear angers Althea more than it unnerves her. She pulls out her crucifix from under her shirt and puts it in her mouth, as if it were a pacifier. "Fucking hell!" she exclaims, though somewhat distorted by the jewelry in her mouth. She walks quickly towards the jar, looking around for where the man has gone. She takes care to avoid touching the jar itself, though her arms stretch towards it from time to time; she is clearly holding herself back from opening it and looking inside.
Feb 14 01:44:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Sticking to the shadows of the strip and walking off to the side of the majority of the people populating the area, Devon slips though the world with care. Each step taken is first contemplated with obvious thought and care, though there's a practiced ease to this that keeps the androgynous form moving at a rapid-enough pace to keep up. Determination is in his gaze, seeming to provide added fuel to his efforts. Althea's obvious frustration is ignored; if anything, it brings a sense of dark glee to pale eyes, fueling the youth's inner fire. As the alley nears, he pauses for a moment in hesitation, the area being studied carefully in an ever more calculating manner than used on the street alone. In the end, he does continue onwards, though arms that were once wrapped about his chest now fall to his sides, fingers drumming through the air. Strangely enough, the man's disappearing act seems to bring amusement more than anger to Devon, the simple act apparently creating some form of twisted pleasure A nod 
Feb 14 01:44:38 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A nod is give in an almost, touche', manner, and the androgynous being heads out of the alley with a slow and deliberate gait.
Feb 14 01:58:05 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: Before Devon can remove himself from the dim-light alley just off of Santa Monica, a figure steps out of, seemingly, nowhere. He's placed himself between Devon, who's in, and Althea, who's at the mouth of the place. He's not aiming it, but there is a rather large hand-cannon hefted up, sort of resting at a backwards angle with the front end of the barrel on his shoulder. He's not smirking, or cocky, but does seem tired and irritated as he speaks, "..You can stop hiding. I'm not fucking stupid. Or blind. Or afraid to shoot you. Especially if the cops are called, or I hear one more Goddamned scream. Please. Truly. I fucking get tortured with that shit enough for ten people. I should be a frickin' Martyred Saint at this point..". His glance goes down to the jar of dirt for a moment, before he adds, "..So. Calling the cops on me? Following me? We got a problem, kid? Or do you just have brain damage..".
Feb 14 02:04:41 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea gasps quietly at the sight of the giant gun. "We were just... walking, weren't we?" she says quietly, mostly directed at Devon but also as somewhat of a diversionary tactic towards the other man. However, she has a feeling that he won't be hearing any excuses. She takes a few steps towards Devon to try to whisper to him without the other man hearing.
Feb 14 02:07:42 :: (GC) Althea rposed: Althea gasps quietly at the sight of the giant gun. "We were just... walking, weren't we?" she says quietly, mostly directed at wherever Devon is but also as somewhat of a diversionary tactic towards the other man. However, she has a feeling that he won't be hearing any excuses. She touches the outside of her tote bag, feeling for the outline of her cell phone. Though the man said not to call the cops, she feels slightly safer knowing that she can if needed.
Feb 14 02:14:46 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Taking a step out from the shadows, the angelic teen seems to appear from within them. Staring the other man in the eyes, Devon states frankly, "You shot someone.", in a rather candid manner. "His arm was already in a cast, and you blew away his foot." Head shaking a little, Devon's arm rises from his side, fingers returning to scratching at his collarbone with a short nail, leaving a blush of red in it's wake. Rocking from heel to toe and back again, the normally clear eyes begin to cloud over, falling into a deep daze. The next words are more whispered than spoken, lacking the crispness of the earlier statement. "And then you shot at me..." The youth's already passive expression seems to become more detached, verging on vapid as he all but whispers out, "I wanted to know why, so I wanted to ask, but I was afraid you'd shoot me..." Seeming to realize the extreme irony of the situation, Devon snaps out of the trance just enough for some anger to flare, voice rising in volume once more. "See my point?!
Feb 14 02:14:55 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "See my point?!" Still, the scratching and rocking continues, the motions rather subconscious and compulsive.
Feb 14 02:22:17 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..God, you're thick..", Adrien murmurs, lowering his Desert Eagle just long enough to switch it into the other hand, and rest it against the opposite shoulder in much the same as it had been on the first, "..His arm was in a cast because he's fucking stupid. He got shot in the foot because he bet me that I wouldn't, which makes him fucking stupid. And I shot at you, because you called the fucking cops on me, which is fucking stupid. If you called the cops on every person that you saw shooting someone in Los Angeles, there'd be a fucking private phone line at Emergency Services, just for /you/. I mean. It's fucking Los Angeles. Hello..?". At this point, Cross is just ranting, to which he can often be found to do when the mood has struck him. His rantings, however, are usually more effective due to the large gun they involve, "..And if you wanted to ask me something, then you should just fucking ask it. Don't play Hide and Go Fuck Yourself with me, Presto Copperfield. I don't have the time or the energ
Feb 14 02:24:05 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..energy to deal with people who can't walk up to me and ask me a question. Wanna avoid getting shot? Don't sneak around and follow me. It's a good way to get shot. You're just fucking lucky that I've already shot someone today, so I would feel a bit fucking less sincere about shooting someone right now.".
Feb 14 02:29:27 :: (GC) Fortang forced Althea to whisper devon testing
Feb 14 02:29:44 :: (GC) Fortang forced Althea to whisper morgan testing
Feb 14 02:36:21 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "He was going to bleed out if he didn't receive treatment in enough time. Ambulances are slow to respond in that area, and it didn't look like you were going to drive him to the hospital yourself. I wanted to allow adequate time for all of those factors concerning medical attention." Blinking a few times in apparent surprise, Devon appears a bit taken aback by his own words. As though to balance them out, he adds a rather stupidfied, "He was nice to me." Drawing a quick breath, he releases it slowly in a long and gentle sigh. Head tilting to the side, the youth studies the man before him with a critical eye, gaze obviously analyzing the other man. "I have trouble asking you things, for some reason. I get headaches when I do..." Voice trailing off, he shakes his head a bit before righting it. "I didn't want to ask until it went away." One slim shoulder shrugging innocently, the youth attempts to peer over the man's shoulder to Althea, though nothing is said or done towards her.
Feb 14 02:46:50 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: ..you is just not the smartest thing. He's got the same amount of survival instinct that Creeping Beauty over there, does. I won't lie to you. If you're going to call the cops because I shot someone, then I'm going to shoot you too. I'd already shot him though. So I just gave you a warning shot. I don't enjoy shooting people as much as you might think. People are stupid though. And stupid people get shot. That's just nature, and survival of the fittest, sweetheart..".
Feb 14 02:48:32 :: (GC) Fortang forced James to save
Feb 14 03:04:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding along as Adrien speaks, apparently following the man's tirade with rapt attention, Devon remains silent. A myriad of emotion flashes through cerulean eyes as Althea is threatened, a strange sense of protectiveness revealing itself for a moment, lingering until the discussion once more turns to the youth himself. At the same time, though, his nail continues to drag over his collarbone, making the area more irritated with each pass. The rocking, too, continues, speeding up and slowing down with each mention of the words, 'shooting' and, 'guns'. Rosy lips parting, a pink tongue darts out to moisten them and for a moment it seems that he's about to speak, but all that comes out is a soft clearing of his throat. The free arm hanging by a somewhat curvy side raises up at the same time, only to loop around a trim waist, fingertips entwining themselves in the lightweight fabric of a loose dress shirt. Eyelids drooping slightly as the rant continues, eyelashes brush against round cheeks, the action see
Feb 14 03:05:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: ...the action seeming to clear the youth's gaze until the vapid appearance within them returns once more. No expression float over angelic features throughout the ordeal, remaining detached from the whole experience.
Feb 14 03:12:52 :: (GC) Adrien rposed: "..And don't think I don't remember you from the crime scene, either. You fucking creepy motherfucker. You ask a lot of questions. So ask them. But don't creep around. Unless you have a death wish. You might think you're slick, but I've been around for too damn long for 'OooOoo. Look at my magic disappearing where you can't see me!'. Really now. We didn't all fall off of the fucking retard tree yesterday. Now both of you need to fucking take some survival classes. Or self-defense, or something. But for the love of fist-fucking Jesus Mariah Q. Christ, don't stalk the person who's shot at you once..". That said and done, he turns around and just starts to walk out of the alley. His only other words are offered to Althea before he passes her, "..Take that shit out of your mouth. Gonna get used as a tow-hitch..", before he's gone.
Feb 14 03:34:22 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Arm unwrapping from about his waist, Devon brings his hand up to his forehead, rubbing it gingerly, nimble fingers kneading the flesh with a skilled, tender touch. His eyes slowly close for a moment and another long sigh is released before they flutter open again. Scanning the alley with caution that verges on neurotic, a certain calculating detachment grows within them. Hand falling away from his forehead, it drops gracefully down to his side before re-wrapping about his waist in one smooth motion. As the rocking slowly stops, one long stride is taken in an almost experimental manner. Nodding once, another stride is made until the androgynous teen is walking calmly and quietly out of the alley. Finger still digging into his flesh, he breezes past Thea without a look or a word.
Feb 14 03:38:48 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Breezing through the automatic doors of the hospital building, Alexandra Deckard strides across the gleaming tiles, the precarious heels of her shoes announcing her presence with a loud click-clacking that seems to echo from the beige walls. Dressed for the warm weather in strappy sandals, white shorts slung low on her slender hips and a figure-hugging racerback vest of ribbed white cotton, her attire showcases her long, tanned limbs. The largedark shades she wears and the tumbling waves of platinum blonde that fall to mid-back only add to the understated glamour of the young woman's appearance, though she seems not to care much either way, continuing toward the reception desk and offering a polite smile to the nurse on duty. "Hi there.." she begins, her slightly throaty voice laced with the Californian drawl so common in the city. Hoisting her purse onto the tidy counter-top, she tucks a strand of hair behind one ear before continuing. "I'm looking for a friend of mine.. red-headed girl called Sybine
Feb 14 03:42:59 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: As the nurse does a quick search on her computer, the striking blonde casts a glance around the waiting room, rocking gently to and fro from heel to toe and back again. Removing her sunglasses as an afterthought, she then folds her arms, still toying with the shades in one hand as she waits. After a few further clicks, the nurse smiles and nods, offering the young woman the information she requested and directions to the other girl's room. Her expression sobers somewhat, however, as she relays the patient's condition.. Alexandra simply listens quietly, occasionally nodding her understanding before thanking the nurse. Scooping up her purse, she slings it over one bare shoulder and turns on her heel, headed for the street.
Feb 14 03:56:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Long, swift strides in a direct line have carried Devon at a pace somewhat faster than his usual dodging and weaving maneuvers. Torso twisting slightly from side to side and arms pressed close to his chest, he's avoided most of the jostling. However, some can't be avoided due to his linear motion, though the touching this produces doesn't seem to bother him. Having walked through the crowded strip and down the more sparsely populated street in total and utter silence, Devon finally reaches his apartment complex. Stranger still, the door to both the building and the lobby are opened without the shield of his handkerchief. Once at the entrance to his haven, one hand snakes up the hem of his shirt, fingers perform some maneuver beneath the fabric before emerging with his keys. A different key is inserted in each lock in rapid-fire succession until the door is opened. He enters the room giving no indication if Althea should stay outside or follow him in.
Feb 14 04:02:43 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "No handkerchief...?" Althea asks timidly. She is not sure that she should even be in Devon's apartment, so she stands awkwardly, arms crossed, near the door. "Just... just please, tell me what that was about so I can avoid that asshole. Or figure out a way to kick his ass," she blurts out, "though with that gun I doubt that'd happen." She sighs. "That was fucked up. Fucked up. I bet Johnny's going to be pissed." Her words come out faster and faster, forced out by anxiety.
Feb 14 04:08:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Leaving the door open, Devon all-but-charges over to one specific bookcase, one arm reaching up to grasp the spine of a certain book. Tugging lightly at it, the medium-sized tome is removed, the item held softly but firmly in both hands, fingers gently caressing the cover. Never actually looking down at the book to check it's title, he spins swiftly on a heel to face the door once more. Walking over to Althea in the same rapid pace, his arms extend outwards, obviously offering the book to the girl. Standing directly in the doorway, his willowy frame prevents her from being able to enter the apartment.
Feb 14 04:12:05 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Do you want me to take this? I thought you didn't want your books removed from the apartment." She holds the book gingerly in her hands, running a finger lightly over the cover, showing the same appreciation that Devon has. After reading the title, her eyes widen. "He was a WEREWOLF?!" she blurts out loudly. Realizing her blunder, her voice lowers. "A werewolf?!" she repeats, somewhat incredulous. "Well, vampires, werewolves, why the hell not."
Feb 14 04:20:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding curtly once the book is taken, Devon reaches further out. One hand is placed on each of the girl's shoulders and she's gently pushed a few steps back, Devon taking a step forward in the process. After she's clearly free from the door, he takes a step back inside. Without warning, he slams the door shut with some force. The sound of locks clicking into place is just barely audible from the other side. After the forth click rings out, footfalls can be heard treading lightly over the rug and hardwood floor, but that sound ends quickly as well. Things seem disturbingly peaceful for several long moments before the words, "I HATE FUCKING WEREWOLVES!", are yelled out. This is the last thing said or done for the night, as Devon has collapsed into his couch.
Feb 14 06:50:44 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Stepping quietly through the door, directed through by one of the nurses on duty, Alexandra Deckard pauses, uncharacteristically unsure of herself as she casts a worried glance over the few patients under supervision in the ICU. She's dressed for the balmy evening outside and looks a little out of place in her strappy high heeled sandals, white shorts and racerback vest of white ribbed cotton. The dim lighting in the room necessitates the removal of her large designer shades, which she pushes up and back over herblonde locks, left tumbling in careless waves to just beneath her shoulderblades. As her gaze at last alights upon the fragile looking redhead in a far bed, the faintest of smiles curves the young woman's lips and she starts toward her, hauling her heavy brown leather messenger bag a little higher on her shoulder by it's worn strap. Her heels announce her presence, even as she tries her best to be quiet.
Feb 14 06:51:30 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Laying on the hospital bed, Sybine's body is propped into a half-sitting position surrounded by rolled up towels to keep her stationary. With an IV in each arm, and her dull red hair french braided and sercured into a bun at the back of her head, her eyes stare blankly ahead at the television against the far wall. The channel blinks back and forth between motorcross and interviews, but she seems little interested in anything but the movement, and not so much the content. She's covered almost completely, the blankets tucked under her arms to keep her warm. One leg is slightly risen from the bed, supported by a cast and a harness to stablize it. One arm, as well, is wrapped in plaster and rests on her stomach in a sling. The unbroken arm is covered in blood-stained gauze, as well as a gauze wrapping that circles her neck and completely covers her naked shoulders.
Feb 14 06:56:15 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Addressing the young woman quietly as she arrives at the foot of her bed, the blonde offers her a sympathetic smile, uneasily tucking a lock of her silky tresses behind her ear with her fingertips. "Hey.." she murmurs, her Californian drawl evident even in the single word of greeting. "I thought you might like some company.." With a noncommital glance toward the television, she then returns her focus to the injured figure. Having almost forgotten, she produces a lavish bouquet of orchids and lilies in her other hand, laying them carefully on the nightstand as she moves a little closer. That done, she sinks slowly into one of the visitor's chairs, folding her hands between her thighs, shoulders slightly hunched forward. "If you want any, I mean." she concludes, somewhat feebly.
Feb 14 07:09:52 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alexandra arches a brow incredulously. "Not so bad?" she repeats after a moment, before chuckling gently, relaxing a little herself now. Who knows why she was so nervous.. feeling guilty, perhaps. "Well.. you -are- a tough cookie.. I'd be demanding ten of every drug they had." Hauling her bag into her lap, she rummages through it, a secret smile playing across her lips as she tries to find something. A few moments later, a heart shaped box is held triumphantly aloft, it's lid removed to reveal the delicious looking choccies inside. "Happy Valentines." the young woman grins wryly. With a surreptitious glance over one bare shoulder, sh adds in a stage whisper, "That oughtta shut them up, right?" She leans forward, setting the gift down by Sybine's good hand.
Feb 14 07:20:34 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Seeming unsurprised by the question, Alex smiles, shaking her head slowly. "Not a story, I promise. Your business is your own, I'm not going to start stalking you." Helping herself to a dark chocolate, picking it up daintily between a thumb and forefinger, she pops it into her mouth and chews contemplatively. "Besides.. I feel partially responsible for what happened to you and.. well, hell, I don't have a date." Sighing dramatically, she casts her blue eyes ceilingwards. "Alas, it seems I am destined to be a spinster. With lots of cats. And an old shopping cart. And a prevailing scent of urine.." she halts herself with a wrinkle of her feline nose, then breaks into a grin at her own train of thought. Her dark lashes lower briefly as the specks of blood catch her attention, though she swiftly averts her gaze.
Feb 14 07:35:57 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: "Fuck me." is the response from the reporter, who blinks across at Sybine in a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I want some of what you're on." Chewing gently on a manicured thumbnail, she pauses to consider for a moment. "I guess I just wish I was more use sometimes. But I suppose you're right. Shit all I coulda done, really." Her eyes wander blankly toward the tv screen for a few minutes, the merest hint of a frown darkening her brow. "Anyway," she mutters eventually, "you -should- feel sorry for me. Even in plaster you're cuter than me. And I brought you chocolate so play nice, tiger." All said with a teasing tone, the woman's next question appears to be genuine also, if a little out of the blue. "I wanted to ask you one thing actually.. how much do tattoos hurt?"
Feb 14 07:43:17 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: The slender blonde snickers gently, crossing her bare legs comfortably at the knee and clasping her hands across her stomach as she leans back in the padded archair. "You might end up looking like a patchwork quilt." she says, before she can stop herself, then biting her lower lip. Sweeping aside a few strands of her hair from the intense sapphire of her eyes, she shrugs before resuming her comfortable recline. "Guess they'll make you wait til the skins healed up a bit though. Infections and stuff, y'know?" Her gaze wanders over Sybine's battered limbs."And yeah, I was toying with the idea of getting a tattoo. Just a weensy one. But I dunno where. Like, on me."
Feb 14 07:51:04 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: One foot bounces idlyas Alex contemplates the question, her sandal sliding downward to balance on her toe and swing gently back and forth. "Mmm.. not exactly.. I know I want it to be something personal.. not something anyone will walk in and pick off the wall, y'know? And small-ish.. and, well.. sexy." The corner of her mouth curls into a vague smirk at her vanity. "That sounds awful.. but I want it to 'add' to me, not detract from anything, if you get me." She rakes one hand back through her hair, encountering her sunglasses and pulling them free before repating the motion with more success. "Do guys like tattoos? Or does it pretty much depend on the guy, you think?" Bending, she drops her shades into her bag, then lets it land on the floor with a thud.
Feb 14 07:54:40 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "Haven't met a single guy that didn't like mine, but, obviously," she takes a moment to chuckle softly and motion around the room with her good hand before replacing it behind her head, "We see how far that't gotten me." After a few moments of silence, Sybine brings her voice back up, though her good natured mood is obviously dimmed from the reminder. "I think if it's something tiny, who the hell cares what they think. I got my first layer around my waist when I was fifteen. Hurt like a fucking shitstorm, but you numb up fast."
Feb 14 07:58:26 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: "Maybe you can come with me to get it done, once you're up and about again." the blonde offers, noting the subtle change in mood but glossing over it for the moment. "I really have no idea where to go or what to ask." Leaning forward, she reaches one slender arm around behind her, lightly touching a spot at the small of her back with a fingertip."I thought maybe here.. easy enough to hide and kinda a cute spot. Or the back of my neck maybe. That hurt?" Sneaking another chocolate, she then sighs, despite still chewing the sweet treat. "I'm bringing you grapes next time.. if not for your good then for mine."
Feb 14 08:07:37 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Listening with interest, the young woman nods to convey understanding, brightening as she watches where Sybine points to. "That sounds good, actually. And tramp stamp.. I like that." she chuckles softly. "If I was getting one there I reckon a little heart with a thorned rose digging into it or something.. I need to find someone who can actually draw for me." She pauses, thoughtfully. "Or a phoenix. I always thought that'd look pretty hot." Her gaze wanders back toward Sybine with her next question. Evidently sh has rather a habit of saying exactly what pops into her mind at any given moment. "Do yours have specific meanings to you? Or are they just for.. y'know.. decoration?"
Feb 14 08:12:54 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "It's easy enough to just go to a studio and look around. You see a few designs you like, ask who the artist is. Chances are they're getting them out of an American tattoo collection for knockoffs, but some of it might be orignial. I know a great guy in Miami, but... long drive and all that just for a few hundred dollar tat." As Sybine talks, a nurse dressed in blue comes into the room without a single word and sets down a small cup nearly filled to the rim with different varieties of pills and a carton of orange juice. Sybine pays the drop off very little attention at first, continuing with her thoughts, "But, it's easy enough if you ask around. Usually the same deal with cars and bikes. The better known the company, the better the work. Ain't always true, but for a first timer, it's better than trusting someone who's renting a space."
Feb 14 08:26:46 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Following the progress of the nurse idly, Alex murmurs her response with a light shrug. "Well, guess that gives me something to do tomorrow. Unless his effing majesty comes good on his word and buys me dinner." She pauses, casting an apologetic look to the injured girl. "Sorry. No self pity here!"
Feb 14 08:26:54 :: (GC) Faristil forced all to save
Feb 14 08:27:29 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Following the progress of the nurse idly, Alex murmurs her response with a light shrug. "Well, guess that gives me something to do tomorrow. Unless his effing majesty comes good on his word and buys me dinner." She pauses, casting an apologetic look to the injured girl. "Sorry. No self pity here!"
Feb 14 08:31:30 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alexandra chuckles once more, shaking her head, ignoring the few wayward strands that brush her cheeks with the gesture. "Not really. Wishful thinking is my new found friend, it seems." Stretching languidly, raising her arms up and over her head, she grins wickedly. "Maybe I'll smuggle some chinese past Hitler-Nurse and -you- can be my date." She pauses in surprise as the newcomer addresses the redhead, not having heard his approach, it seems.
Feb 14 08:33:52 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Chuckles softly, nodding. "I wouldn't mind something besides turkey sandwiches and chicken noodle soup, I'll tell you what..." Sybine faulters and glances to the door as Donnie steps in, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Since you're in my room I'll wager a guess at either doctor, reporter," she motions towards Alexandra, "cop, or lawyer. You don't look much like a doctor, or a reporter. Cop?" Sybine's expression flips between pain and curiosity, her hand coming from behind her head to open her orange juice box on the small table over her lap, and slowly begins the process of taking a cup full of small and large pills that was placed before her recently. "Yeah, though, just call me Syine."
Feb 14 08:37:14 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Remaining quiet for the moment, chewing thoughtfully on a chocolate as the patient sips her OJ and drug cocktail, the attractive blonde seated by the woman's bed regards the Detective with mild curiosity before glancing to Sybine, awaiting her response with interest.
Feb 14 08:40:02 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: Cocking a slim eyebrow, Sybine cants her head to the side to suffice for a shrug instead of trying to move her shoulder again. "Well, detective, you can talk at me all day if you like... Miss Deckard, you might find yourself fighting for a word edgewise." The joke lingers in the air for a moment before Sybine restrains a laugh, wincing as she swallows the last pill from the cup, slurping her orange juice through its straw without apology. "On the flip side," she says after a moment, "If you're here to ask questions, go ahead and shoot. I wasn't in fighting form enough to do anything but curse at your friends as they left me under the bike on the street until the medics showed up to shovel me off the sidewalk, as it were."
Feb 14 08:45:15 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alexandra exhales softly, her blue eyes looking sharply to Donnie as he speaks, brows arching in disbelief. "Well, shit." she remarks, flippantly, little given away in the tone of her voice. Pushing her hair back behind her shoulders, she raises one hand to her lips, chewing at her thumbnail. She does, however, offer a sidelong grin toward the pretty redhead, wrinkling her nose a little.
Feb 14 08:49:30 :: (GC) Sybine rposed: "Fuck me, I think is the expression," Sybine chimes with a light laugh, glancing from Alexandra to Donnie once more. "Doesn't appear you cops are the only ones who want him dead, including half of L.A. herself, poor wentch." She picks up her orange juice box again and shakes it, looking forlorn and depressed at the empty rattle that follows. "Well. Ask what you're here to ask then, and let's be on with it. Obviously I'm not helping much stuck on my back like most of the whores over on the strip, but I'd be glad to help."
Feb 14 08:52:15 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Snickering softly at the repetition of one of her favourite phrases, Alexandra rises gracefully to her stilettoed feet, turning to the nightstand to pour water from the pitcher there into a plastic cup. Setting it down on the table that extends across Sybine's lap, she then retakes her seat, drawing her bare legs up comfortably beneath her this time as she settles, regarding the pair quietly.
Feb 14 08:58:07 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: "Do you think he'dcome adter her again? Surely he'd suspect a trap this time. After all, the developing pattern here is obvious to anyone." The blonde doesn't rise this time, only twists and leans back a little to retrieve the pitcher, refilling Sybine's cup carefully before setting the jug down on her table. Fixing Donnie with a cool gaze, she adds, "And besides.. that's got to be pretty damn risky. It's not like Sybine would be able to get herself out of harm's way. How many of you would be in on this cunning plan?"
Feb 14 09:10:27 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: "And maybe he's arrogant about that because no one -has- stopped him." the young blonde counters, "By all rights, he should have been dead by now. I thought it was only cats that had nine lives." She sighs deeply, clearly frustrated by the subject. Returning to an examination of herwell manicured nails, she seems to choose to remain quiet onceagain, allowing Sybine to make her own response.
Feb 14 09:35:44 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Alexandra simply shakes her head gently, before looking to the redhead, arching a questioning brow. "You're fucking insane. You know that, right?" she ventures, after a moment's pause.
Feb 14 09:42:36 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Raising her hands to either side in a gesture of exasperated helplessness. "Look, I'm not claiming to be the bravest person on the planet.. but who has Carl hurt more than anyone right now?" She pauses, holding Sybine's gaze steadily. "I think in his own sick, twisted, fucked up way that he actually -likes- you. But I just think the whole thing is a bad idea." Rising slowly to her feet, she retrieves her bag from the floor, hoisting it to her shoulder. "I need to head out.. but please, -please- give this some thought. You don't have to go through with it."
Feb 14 09:46:42 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Pausing, Alexs looks back over one tanned shoulder, the faintest hint of a smile curving her lips. "He wouldn't have. Not a chance." She fishes her shades from the depths of her bag and places them over her eyes, somewhat concealing her expression. "But.. thank you. You're a brave girl." That said, apparently not willing to expose any more of her squishy center today, she turns and click-clacks her way toward the door, exiting the room in a swish of blonde hair.
Feb 14 09:47:02 :: (GC) Sybine votes for Alexandra
Feb 14 09:47:06 :: (GC) Alexandra votes for Sybine
Feb 14 12:26:24 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Above the general hum of traffic and the passers by outside Joe's Pool Hall, the distinct purr of a powerful engine becomes audible, the source apparent a few moments later as a black Mercedes pulls up to the kurb. The rear door opens, closely followed by a pair of long, tanned legs. Dressed for the balmy evening air of LA, Alexandra Deckard steps out onto her stilettoed toes, her white shorts and racerback vest of cream cotton showcasing her long, tan limbs in spectacular fashion. Left loose, her hair tumbles in careless waves to the middle of her slender back, stray strands in front dancing before eyes of a soulful sapphire as she casts a cursory glance down the street.
Feb 14 12:40:27 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: As her dark-lashed eyes alight upon the handsome man in what is, let's face it, a rather amusing situation, a charismatic smile plays across the slender blonde's pretty features. Something to entertain her tonight after all. Closing the door of her chauffeur driven transport gently, she doesn't glance back as the car pulls away once more, her attention remaining upon Gareth as she approaches him. Folding her arms across her abdomen, she adopts a casual stance, peering over his shoulder as she reaches his side. "I wish I could say something intelligent, like your distibutor cap looks a little loose.. but that would imply I knew what I was talking about." she says, by way of greeting, the Californian drawl accenting her velvet tones with a lazy allure.
Feb 14 12:47:28 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: "Dateless and fancy free on Valentine's. You gotta love it." comes the reply, carried upon teasing laughter. Meeting the emerald hues of the man's glance, Alexandra rewards him with a grin, revealing youthful dimples. "I was thinking more along the lines of chocolate, a bottle of wine and somewhere pretty to enjoy both." Her vivid blue eyes wander absently across the street as a few leather clad toughs stumble out through the doors of the Pool Hall. "A night going by without being held at gunpoint might be something of a novelty, after all."
Feb 14 12:54:38 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Ah. Valentine's. Is it that time of the year, already? It has gone past rather quick..", the lithe Breton states, checking his watch as if it might assure him that today is, indeed, the day of his troubled car. That smile pushed up again, he states, "..I suppose it is. I, however, have a rather hard time in believing that one such as yourself might find herself without a date upon such a day, Miss Alex. Could it be that I am, alas, the last man capable of sight?". His words, enchanting, have all of the air of a practiced flatterer.
Feb 14 13:01:28 :: (GC) Alexandra rposed: Another smirk tugs at the corner of the woman's mouth as she looks back to the speaker of such honeyed words. Arching an elegant brow in mock suspicion, she queries, "You don't work for Hallmark, do you?" A good-natured chuckle accompanies her words, to soothe any sting they might havebefore she continues. "Thank you. But sadly, it's true.The one person I thought might amuse me seems to have made himself pointedly scarce." Her eyes travel down over the cut and debonair flair of Gareth's attire. "And yourself? On your way to the heart of some pretty young thing, no doubt?"
Feb 14 13:05:34 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb 14 13:13:33 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Not at all. I scarcely had realized that it was Valentine's Day, until you mentioned it, Miss Alex. In truth, I had just finished with attending a meeting for business, up the street a bit at Ambiance de Ciel. I came back, however, to find this vandalization to my car. A stray bullet, it seems..", the Englishman admits, reaching up to run a hand through his waves and curls of mahogany hair. He pulls down the hood of the car, closing it once more and sealing it from sight, "..If your Valentine has seen fit to not show himself, perhaps I should do what must be done, and ensure that I am copiously available?". His smile cracks into a bit of a grin here, which is all-together mischievious while giving him a much more boyish appearance.
Feb 14 13:14:39 :: (GC) @CFaristil is handling @cGareth's @Crequest!!@n
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Feb 14 13:23:43 :: (GC) @CFaristil is handling @CFaristil's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 14 13:23:53 :: (GC) @CEndymion is handling @CGareth's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 14 13:33:13 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Not at all. I scarcely had realized that it was Valentine's Day, until you mentioned it, Miss Alex. In truth, I had just finished with attending a meeting for business, up the street a bit at Ambiance de Ciel. I came back, however, to find this vandalization to my car. A stray bullet, it seems..", the Englishman admits, reaching up to run a hand through his waves and curls of mahogany hair. He pulls down the hood of the car, closing it once more and sealing it from sight, "..If your Valentine has seen fit to not show himself, perhaps I should do what must be done, and ensure that I am copiously available?". His smile cracks into a bit of a grin here, which is all-together mischievious while giving him a much more boyish appearance.
Feb 14 13:33:52 :: (GC) Gareth votes for Alexandra
Feb 14 13:33:57 :: (GC) Alexandra votes for Gareth
Feb 14 13:37:56 :: (GC) @CEndymion is handling @CMacha's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 14 17:13:51 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: On the wide Boulevard, a few crowds of pedestrians move about in the night, stars and light pollution twinkling high above them. A half-moon and various streetlights shine their orange and white light upon the scene, cars reflecting light from their sleek bodies as they pass. Out of the way of traffic sits a weary-looking man dressed in a waiter's uniform, comfortably perched on the edge of the sidewalk with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in one hand, and a red can of coca cola in the other. His expression betrays nervous feelings, even anxious one might say, and a cubical box wrapped in red sits next to him on the ground.
Feb 14 17:17:44 :: (GC) Althea rposed: A black-clad figure emerges from the crowd, the hood of her sweatshirt casting most of her pale face in shadow. She takes a look around and, seeing Elijah, removes her hood. She slowly walks over to him, though not with any urgency, and takes a seat on the curb next to him. Pulling out a large bottle of water from her bag, she takes a sip, then places it on the ground in front of her, between her feet. "Hey," she finally says after several moments of silence.
Feb 14 17:24:28 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter looks up, swallowing the mass of sandwich in his mouth. "Hey." He replies, the anxious expression never leaving his features. His knee moves up and down spasmodically, a nervous habit that matches his expression. Elijah turns his gaze away from the woman next to him, popping the last bite of his sandwich into his mouth. His silver-green eyes lock on the passing automobiles as his jaw works up and down, masticating the bread, jelly, and peanut butter. With a sip of coke he swallows the mixture, turning back to the woman. "Have you seen Devon around?" A nervous glance is cast to the red-wrapped box next to him.
Feb 14 17:29:25 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Speak of the devil," she says, nudging Elijah and pointing to where the androgynous youth stands. "Gonna give him a Valentine's Day present? How cute! I didn't think you guys would be into that." She picks at the nail polish on her fingers; ironically, it is red. "I've never been one for V-Day. Why should there be just one day to celebrate love? It's kinda bullshit, especially since everyone's pretty much obligated to buy shit."
Feb 14 17:32:55 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Have you ever been in love, Althea? My hatred of capitalism doesn't matter. I used to hate the holiday, too, but I don't really give a fuck anymore." His silver-green eyes search the crowds until he finally locates Devon, his knee shaking worse than ever with anxiety. He takes another couple gulps of coca cola, a tiny fizzing sound rising from the inside of the can. "Besides, I wanted to get him a gift anyways." Elijah reaches forward with his free hand, palming the red-wrapped cube on the ground.
Feb 14 17:38:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Striding cautiously through the tapestry of brightness and shadow created by the broken bulbs and flickering power of the street lamps, Devon's porcelain complexion seems to dim and glow due to it's alabaster-white tone. Cerulean eyes are as bright as ever, glancing and peering down alleys and around corners with a great deal of caution, the motion surprisingly subtle. Lithe arms hang down at curving sides for once, fingers bending and flexing in seeming anticipation. Despite the shady nature of the area, his expression is calm, though not detached, features holding an almost serene sense to them. Gaze shifting to look straight ahead, his steps slow to a more casual pace as the recognition of two very familiar faces is made. In silence, he approaches the pair, motions smooth, as though not to disturb them.
Feb 14 17:45:24 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I just don't see what makes February 14th so special that that's the day where everyone buys candy and flowers. Why not Flag Day? Veteran's Day? I'd rather get a present when it's not culturally expected." She shrugs, then pulls out a bundle from her bag. It is large and wrapped in what seems to be a flowered pillowcase. She rests it on her lap, making sure that it does not touch the ground or get disturbed in any way.
Feb 14 17:50:24 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Althea
Feb 14 17:55:26 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Because Saint Vanlentine died on February fourteenth, and he married couples illegally in Rome." Elijah says offhandedly, a frustrated look creeping over his features. He stares at the red box for a moment, before glancing back up to watch Devon's approaching form. "Oh, here he comes." Elijah sets the can of coke on the ground before standing, the red box still perched on the edge of the sidewalk. He nervously fixes his tie, taking a deep into his nostrils before smoothing out his blonde-brown bangs. After this is done he leans down and grabs the box, before straightening up and awaiting Devon's arrival, a nervous smile on his features.
Feb 14 18:09:49 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head tilting quizzically to the side, Devon studies Elijah with a slightly puzzled look in his eyes. Steps slowing to a stop, he pauses for a moment before reaching the other man, standing a few feet away form his ward. Seeming to be lost in quiet contemplation, a thoughtful look ghosts over his features as though trying to remember something. Apparently, the answer is reaching fairly quickly and he snaps out of the light trance. Righting his head once more, a slight nod is given more to himself than anyone else, and he continues to approach his ward until he's only a foot away at most. Softly, he states, "I still don't remember my birthday Elijah.", in a matter-of-fact tone. Glancing over to Althea out of the corner of his eye, he offers the girl a polite dip of his head in silent greeting.
Feb 14 18:22:45 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Well, if you want to be picky, that was in the Julian calendar and we're on the Gregorian calendar now." She smirks. "Sorry, I tend to play the one-upping game." She removes the pillowcase and stuffs it in her bag. "I brought back your book, Devon," she says, still sitting. "I read the whole thing last night, and I made sure to keep it clean and safe."
Feb 14 18:43:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Upon hearing the mention of a book, Devon turns his head, almost all of attention being focused on Althea now. Arching a tawny brow slightly, he asks, "...Book?", in a confused and questioning manner. Before more can be elaborated on the subject, Elijah begins to speak. Head turning once more, he glances at the girl for a second or two longer from out of the corner of an eye. Trembling hands and a flash of red quickly changes this, garnering the youth's full attention. Slowly, his arms rise from his sides, hands extending outwards so that fingers can accept the small item with a gentle touch. Examining the item with a critical eye, he looks back up at the other man. "Thank you.", comes out in a timid manner, seemingly taken aback by the gesture. Slowly, he begins to open the gift with painstaking care.
Feb 14 18:50:29 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As Devon begins to unwrap the package, Elijah's fingers twitch slightly in his pockets, the gesture hardly noticeable. As the present is unwrapped, a large, leather-bound book is revealed, with the words 'The Psychology of Addiction' printed clearly on the front, in white ink. A small plastic package can also be seen beneath the book, the air-tight plastic shining in the white light of an overhead streetlight. The plastic package contains a little, folded blue square of cloth. The square turns out to be a blue handkerchief, brand new and fitted safely into the air-tight package Elijah has bought with it. The handkerchief is trimmed in gold thread, with the name 'Devon' stitched in cursive and gold thread on the side of it. Elijah averts his gaze to Althea, though no emotions are given to the book she offers Devon, the majority of his thoughts on his companion's reaction to the gift. "It's not much..." He says, turning back to stare anxiously at the willowy youth.
Feb 14 18:59:57 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still glancing at Althea from time to time in obvious confusion. Finally, he gives a strange half-nod, a sense of helplessness in his eyes seeming to indicate that he knows even less than her. There's not much time to linger on the subject however, as the present is now opened and resting delicately in both hands. Eyes scan the book in a keen and knowing manner, a hint of curiosity seeming to indicate that this title is new to him. Carefully shifting the book so that it can be opened and read, the handkerchief becomes more apparent. This too is studied with care, a small and genuine smile playing on full lips as Devon's gaze seeks out Elijah.
Feb 14 19:01:43 :: (GC) Devon rposed: (repose) Devon still glances at Althea from time to time in obvious confusion...
Feb 14 19:16:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter grinds his heel against the ground, his head turning this way and that as he stares at random places on the street, avoiding Devon's gaze while the other man opens the present. He looks back up when the sound of grinding paper has stopped, his silver-green eyes meeting the youth's cerulean gaze. "Heh.." He says, the sound falling out of his mouth, lips parting slightly as his bangs hang over his forehead, shadowing his eyes. "I had it made..."
Feb 14 19:19:52 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Natalee
Feb 14 19:26:00 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding distractedly in Althea's direction as she speaks, Devon glances at the pillowcase once more, still seeming unsettled on the whole subject. As Elijah avoids his gaze, the youth's own eyes shift back to the items he's holding. One hand grasps the book in a firm-yet-gentle touch, fingers continuing to stroke the item fondly. The handkerchief rests lightly in the other palm, the pad of his thumb running over the monogram with care. There's a softness to his gaze, a bright spark of life within them. "Thank you Elijah.", is whispered in an almost emotional tone.
Feb 14 20:02:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still offering the slightest hints of a true and genuine smile to Elijah, the expression remains upon Devon's rosy lips for a minute or two. Both of the gifts are studied with the same delight within his eyes, fingers obviously seeking to memorize the feel with great care. The shifting and discomfort of his ward appears to both disturb and amuse the youth, the mixture clearly visible. Nothing is said though, the silence hanging in the air with a certain feeling of joy. Finally, Devon blinks a few times, the solemn and detached expression returning to his eyes and visage. Neck arching and head casually turning to Althea, the puzzled look returns once more.
Feb 14 20:05:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter takes a tentative step forward, slipping an arm around Devon's waist as he follows the other man's gaze back to Althea, watching her in much the same way as the willowy youth is. "Happy Valentine's Day, Althea." Elijah says, a kind of blush rising in his cheeks as he presses against the angelic teenager. "Have you talked to Johnny yet?"
Feb 14 20:09:28 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Happy Valentine's Day, Elijah," Althea says, then pauses to answer the question. It bothers her on some level, but she cannot quite articulate why. "Johnny and I keep our own hours, mostly. He likes me to be independent. But I have a feeling he'll do a little something. He seems like the romantic type. I should probably get him a card." She shrugs. "Devon... do you remember giving me this book?" she asks tentatively.
Feb 14 20:18:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "No." One simple word comes out with a sense of blunt candidness, despite all that it entails. Yet, upon speaking it, Devon seems less troubled now, as though accepting this single fact was most of the problem. "Are you sure it wasn't Morgan?" A hint of hope laces these words, the youth obviously hoping that his theory is the truth. Peering at the book a little closer, he quietly adds, "There are some inaccuracies in that book. On page forty-nine the lunar cycles aren't what control the change..." Words gradually fading into silence, only his lips move, as though reciting the book to himself.
Feb 14 20:27:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A small smile breaks out over Elijah's features as Devon points out the mistake in the book, his lips tightening to stifle a chuckle. His hand idly rubs up and down the willowy youth's back, his silver-green eyes still locked on Althea, waiting for the explanation.
Feb 14 20:30:48 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "What controls it, then?" She scowls. "We'll get to that later. We were hanging out last night, when we started following some creepy dark-haired guy with a jar. You disappeared, then he went down an alley and disappeared. When he came back, he was ranting about God knows what and threatening to shoot us. He stormed off after a while, then we went back to your place. You gave me this book and kicked me out, and started stomping around screaming I HATE FUCKING WEREWOLVES! I remember you didn't use your handkerchief to open the door, which was weird." She holds the book out again. "I want to know more about these werewolves if they're going to point a gun in my face."
Feb 14 20:43:17 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking, Devon says slowly, "I don't remember walking home." Brows knitting slightly, a furrow threatens to crease his brow. "Are you SURE it wasn't Morgan? She can shake the OCD better..." This theory seems to be an idea that the youth is almost frantically clinging to. Slowly, a sense of embarrassment seems to overtake the androgynous figure, his eyes closing firmly shut. "Unless I went into a trance." Each word spoken is consecutively softer than the first, until he's all but whispering. "Elijah...saw that once or twice." A deep breath, though unneeded, is drawn through flaring nostrils before being release in the form of a long, quiet sigh as his eyes open again. "I'll be taking the book back then." No attempt at an apology is made.
Feb 14 20:46:14 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Natalee
Feb 14 20:54:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter glances to his side, a worried expression wrinkling his handsome features as he watches his companion closely. "You okay?" he asks gently, his hand still rubbing up and down the youth's back in a comforting, affectionate manner. One glance is cast at Althea, his expression falling flat again. His voice lowers considerably before he speaks again. "Werewolves? Who the hell have you two been hanging out with?" A blonde eyebrow is raised on the man's head, his gaze traveling between Devon and Althea.
Feb 14 20:58:55 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "You seemed sort of out of it. I would be too if that guy was up in my face. I wish I could kick his ass, but I'd probably be dead ten times over before I hit the ground. Fucking wolves." She shrugs. "Some guy. I've never seen him before. Devon followed him, I followed Devon. I didn't know he was a wolf until Devon gave me the book." She hands the book over to the kid.
Feb 14 21:25:24 :: (GC) Elijah votes for Devon
Feb 14 21:28:01 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding mutely at first, seeming almost content in being a bystander for once, Devon's gaze flicks between the two ghouls. There are several times when he seems about to interject, only to remain silent in amusement. After a while, he seems to become bored by this though, and quietly adds, "Be careful. He knows what I am, and he most likely realizes that I know his secret too. This is an unstable truce at best. If I could just focus more..." A strained sense seeps into his words now, as though trying to will something to happen both mentally and physically. "Perfection is so close."
Feb 14 21:34:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah stands back for a moment, his hand ceasing it's up and down motions on the other man's back. He doesn't speak, clearly reluctant to interrupt Devon's train of thought. His eyes wander to Althea and he raises an eyebrow, standing still with his arm around the thin youth's waist. "Maybe you could light some incense, and we can meditate tonight." Elijah offers, his lips hovering just next to Devon's ear. The nervous expression returns, betraying his eagerness to offer Devon some positive input. "It would help you concentrate."
Feb 14 21:39:38 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "God, that guy was an asshole. What can we do to... get him back? Or at least get him to stop waving Desert Eagles in our faces." Crossing her arms, she yells, "Fuck! It just makes me so mad!" She resists the urge to stomp her feet and pout childishly. "Can you guys tell I hold grudges?" she says with a bitter grin.
Feb 14 21:55:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head shaking slowly, Devon glances at his ward with care. "The form of the Zulo isn't something that can be achieved in a single moment." Carefully, he brings his hands closer together, fingers neatly shifting the handkerchief into the same hand as the book. Arm raising up and reaching back, he gently runs a finger over his ward's finger. "It's a shape and form, not a place of mind." Short explanation complete, he continues to caress the other man's cheek and chin. Glancing at Althea, the words, "Time and patience.", are given.
Feb 14 21:57:40 :: (GC) Dizon gechoed: Crickets can be heard
Feb 14 22:03:46 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Oh." Elijah replies, the calm expression falling from his features, replaced by more curiosity and a somewhat lost look. "Time and patience." He repeats to himself, staring away at the ground, putting the words into his memory for safekeeping. He looks back up as the willowy youth begins to caress his chin, warmth and a faint crimson flush rushing into his cheeks.
Feb 14 22:07:17 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Zulo? What's that? ...It's probably not my business, though." She sighs. "I've never been one for time and patience, but I want to be there when those assholes get theirs." Her brows are knitted together, a deep scowl carved into her face. "It sucks being in training like this. I just want to know everything right now, even though I know it'd probably break my brain."
Feb 14 22:15:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyes studying the area with care, each passing face is glanced at with scrutiny by Devon's steady gaze. Seeming to deem things safe enough, his attention turns back to Thea, voice lowering in both tone and volume as he speaks. "Elijah's hair isn't dyed, I changed it. Just like how I walked into a shadow." The normally velvety tone changes slightly with each syllable pronounced, taking on a more silky and silvery timber, more akin to Morgan's. At the same time, the gentle caress being given to Elijah seems to become more violent than affectionate. Wincing, Devon's head ducks down slightly, though with both hands occupied, no effort is made to clutch and massage temples.
Feb 14 22:20:06 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter winces, though he doesn't pull away from the touch, his eyes closing tightly even as his arm wraps more tightly about Devon's waist. "Devon.." He speaks gently, despite the obvious pain in his features. "You're hurting me." His throat is cleared, perhaps to make his statement appear more masculine. A loud gulp is taken, and he reaches one hand forward, his other still on Devon's back, to caress the youth's chest as a rather concerned expression slides over his features. "Devon are you alright?"
Feb 14 22:22:52 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I guess you've got some freaky powers, then. Johnny gave me voices... can you do that too?" She speaks without really paying attention, then takes notice of Devon's distress. "Devon? ...Devon? Elijah, what's going on...?" Her face takes on a panicked expression, wanting to pull the waiter away from the kid but not wanting to interrupt whatever freaky dynamic was going on.
Feb 14 22:23:50 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Althea
Feb 14 22:38:01 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The androgynous figure's head remains bowed for a minute or two, willowy frame completly still. Fingers no longer grasp at Elijah's face, only resting on his cheek. Pale eyes open almost lazily, fluttering at first, the motion appearing innocent, though long lashes add a certain sense of coyness. "I'm fine." The words come out in a hollow manner, totally androgynous and completly lacking either of the sibling's tone. Quiet and soft, yet sharp and cutting all at once, they have a certain gentle confidence to them. "Neither of you are ready yet. In time though." Suddenly, a sharp inhalation is made, aounding like the last breath of a dying man. Head slowly rising, Devon peers about in a rather neurotic and suspicious way. "Just a headache...", is mumbled out. "I think I need to feed."
Feb 14 23:08:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: There's a darkly affectionate look given to Elijah, a sense of twisted pleasure obviously having been gleaned from his whispered words. Devon levels a similarity dark gaze at Althea, nodding a bit to her before asking, "Would you like to join us?" The words come out in a velvety purr, the words sliding over his tongue and past his lips in a mixture of seduction and venom. "That is, if you think Johnny will approve." The last part is presented as an afterthought, though it still falls into place with the earlier question. The hand on Elijah's face now slowly moves down his cheek and chin, fingers tracing the curve of his neck before caressing the man's chest with a light and playful touch.
Feb 14 23:12:20 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Excitement dances in Elijah's expression upon seeing Devon's positive response. He begins to pat down his pockets, an eager smile spreading on his lips as the excitement dawns more on his features, and it's become clear he's patting down his pockets for a pack of cigarettes. A small frown creases his face, before his hands fall still at his sides. His silver-green eyed gaze is turned to the area around them, searching the faces of the crowd with something of a predatory gaze, his features becoming cold and hard, yet the excitement still shines through his eyes. "I've never been hunting before. Especially not for people."
Feb 14 23:17:34 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I'm not sure... I should probably learn to do it, but I don't know if he'll approve of me learning without him." She furrows her brow, looks at her shoes. "I'll do it. If he gets pissed, so be it." Crossing her arms, she readjusts her posture so that her feet are shoulder-width apart. As such, she projects an image of confidence, though inside her head she is panicking for fear of Johnny's reprisal. Still, she thinks, I need to learn how to do this. Maybe he'll like that he doesn't have to teach me EVERYTHING.
Feb 14 23:18:31 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb 14 23:23:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still holding Elijah's gifts in his hands, Devon glances down at the items for a moment before peering at the pillowcase Althea had used to carry and transport the book he apparently lent her. "Could I put these with my other book? This could get... messy..." Already ominous in their meaning, the words come out in a suggestive manner, the sheer thought obviously bringing the youth pleasure. Gaze now shifting towards the crowd, studying each face with deliberate scrutiny, it's obvious that the hunt has already begun. Tongue reaching out to moisten full lips, it then runs over pearly-white and perfectly straight front teeth.
Feb 14 23:27:41 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "How about that one?" Elijah asks, clearly eager to bond with Devon in this way, his hands sliding into his pockets to contain his excitement. He shakes his head firmly, then, taking a deep breath before repeating the words "Time and patience. Okay." He closes his eyes for several long moments, before opening them, immense focus showing in their silver-green depths.
Feb 14 23:42:35 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Accepting the item without a word, Devon carefully places the new book into it, then adds the handkerchief on top. The bag is neatly folded with painstaking care, the top being rolled down and wrapped around everything inside. Holding the bundle in one hand and beneath one arm, it's kept securely pressed against his side. After this task is completed, the searching resumes, thoughts being spoke out loud for the sake of the two figure's joining him. "You want something plain and ordinary. Nothing the world would miss much. No wedding bands on fingers, and no companions along with them. Find the tired look within their eyes, the slouching posture and general desire not to be existing..." The explanation continue as short, casual strides are taken towards the crowd.
Feb 14 23:49:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "So we're looking for an Elijah Day." The waiter remarks, though his words lack a single hint of dejection or sorrow. In fact, he seems to relish this thought, as though he's always wished to kill himself, or someone like him. He walks next to the willowy youth, easily matches the other man's pace. Perhaps it's his excitement, or his easy relation to the victim he's about to choose, but Elijah finds someone fitting Devon's description quite quickly, his hands still slipped casually into his pockets as he walks alongside the youth. "Right there." He mutters, silver-green eyes locking onto the target. "Brown hair, hazel eyes. He's got on a Burger King uniform. He's standing right next to the alleyway." He casts a hesitant glance to Devon, reluctant to get ahead of himself or the other man. "What do you think?"
Feb 15 00:04:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slightly to Elijah, then Althea, Devon continues on, pausing from time to time to study someone closer. Each time, the subject is ultimately refused. "The look in his eyes was right. But we don't know when his shift starts. Never go for bums, drunks or people obviously under the affects of drugs. Whoever it is should be physically clean and wearing clothing that's worn, but still neat. Like her." He nods towards a middle-aged blond. She's wearing a faded tee-shirt and jeans, her sneakers scuffed. However, there's a thin band on her left ring finger, even though her brown eyes are somewhat dead. Head shaking once, Devon continues to wander the street in a casual manner, seeming like another teenager out with his friends. A flicker of choice enters his eyes, but he adverts his gaze, waiting to see if the other noticed the target.
Feb 15 00:08:18 :: (GC) Devon votes for Elijah
Feb 15 00:09:32 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah falls silent after this and merely follows along, hands stuffed into his pockets, eyes on the people around them. "So you don't want an Elijah Day. You want an Elijah 2.0" He falls silent once again after this is said, slinking alongside his companion, and Althea on his other side. The waiter seems to have noticed Devon's choice, but is apparently too afraid to offer input after his first mistake. "How about..." He begins, the statement cut off as he bites his bottom lip, eyes falling on the man Devon had picked out as well.
Feb 15 00:15:11 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Her?" the girl asks, gesturing surreptitiously towards an unaccompanied woman who looks like she would be best friends with Althea in another life: an average-looking college student walking alone at night, looking at her shoes instead of ahead of her. "Oh, you guys are looking at someone else. Damn. I gotta work on this."
Feb 15 00:29:28 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still walking at a casual pace, Devon's eyes once more focus on the man. Voice lowering in volume, he says, "You want them to love you for a single moment. It's not about beauty or charisma. It's about existence. A single look that shows you notice them is enough." Quickly stepping into the path of a 5'11" man of medium build, Devon's pale blue eyes seek to meet dark gray. Free arm reaching casually out, fingertips brush against the man's shoulder and chest, all but guiding the man towards a nearby alley. As the man turns, Devon's arm whips around and a hand clamps over his mouth in one smooth motion. "Elijah, can you help support our friend?", is asked in a low voice, the words sounding almost innocent.
Feb 15 00:38:41 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter seems eager enough to step in, taking the initiative as soon as they're safe within the alleyway. Both of his hands shoot out rather roughly, pushing against the man's chest with surprisingly powerful force, knocking the man up against the brick wall of the alleyway as his hand rises, taking the place of Devon's hand to cover the victim's mouth. Using his hold against the man's mouth he presses his hand forward, causing the man's head to snap back and thump against the brick wall, leaving his neck exposed for Devon. His features become disturbingly cold as he stares at the frightened man's face, his eyes fogging up in an eerie manner. A glance is cast back to Althea as the waiter holds the man roughly against the wall, a 'isn't this great?' look in his eyes.
Feb 15 00:54:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Pride shines in Cerulean eyes, the look of approval being given to Elijah as a silent reward for his effort. Free hand reaching up to gently trace the man's features with the tip of an index finger, it trails down to his neck, short nails digging roughly into the man's flesh. Smiling a dark and twisted grin, the angelic face becomes more akin to demonic as fangs extend, gleaming sharp and white in the dim lighting. Tongue swiping at the exposed skin and swirling around it once in an almost suggestive manner, the youthful figure slowly delivers the bite. Blood is drawn slowly at first, willowy frame shuddering with pleasure from it. The man, too, stops any attempt at resistance, as he falls victim to the experience of the kiss. The more blood drained, the faster the Cainite drinks, obviously savoring the taste.
Feb 15 01:08:20 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: As Elijah presses the man up against the wall, the fellow is almost forgotten, aside from the obvious force which is applied to restraining him even as his body falls slack. The waiter leans to the side, whispering in Devon's ear in a dark, intense voice. "Do you want me to drink the blood again?" He asks, his voice holding a hint of dark desire to it, wanting to enthrall himself in Devon's activities.
Feb 15 01:14:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Reluctantly, Devon pulls away, hunger obviously slaked as his skin is already starting to develop a rosy blush. Lips bloodied and fangs still extended, he turns to Elijah and kisses him deeply and passionately, blood still coating his mouth and tongue as he does so. Pulling away slowly, he whispers back, "Of course I do." Voice rising in volume, he then explains, "He's almost dead. One of you can drink, and he'll live to see another day. If both of you partake..." The words are left to hang ominously in the air. Knowing both of their desires, Devon takes a step back, waiting to see who, if any, will end the man's existence.
Feb 15 01:18:46 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "It's our choice..." Althea says. "I want some. I really want some." She steps forward and drinks a little from the man's throat, her lips forming a tight seal around the wound. After a few seconds, she stops and steps back. "Elijah, you take it. I'll finish."
Feb 15 01:22:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's tongue tastes the blood on Devon's fangs and lips, gently brushing the bloodied areas as he returns the passionate kiss. Upon breaking away from the willowy youth, a vicious smile slides onto his lips as he turns to stare at Althea. "You want to kill a man?" He asks, still looking at Althea even as his right hand slides off of the man's mouth, grasping a handful of the unfortunate fellow's hair before bringing his head forward a few inches. The movements are rough and harsh, and after a few seconds he slams the back of the man's head against the brick, a sickening thud emitted from the collision. "Alright." A tiny shrug lifts on shoulder as the waiter turns back, his lips already coated with the blood from Devon's mouth. He drinks from the holes in the victim's neck, the coppery tang of human blood slipping over his tongue and down his throat. After a gulp or two he leans back, breathing deeply as he offers the soon-to-be carcass to Althea.
Feb 15 01:28:35 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I don't want to kill him, but I'd rather me do it than you." She tangles her fingers in the man's hair, tilting his head back. She closes her eyes and leans in closer to the bloody wound. Her mouth moves in a silent prayer before she attaches her lips again and drains the last of the blood from the body. The blood trickles warmly down her throat and fills her stomach; she is reminded of eating hot soup as a child after playing outside on a cold day, the calming sensation of the burning liquid filling her stomach. When she lifts her head, her eyes are wet with tears. She wipes them away quickly, not wanting anyone to see her reaction. Her hand snakes up her torso and clenches around the cross hanging from her neck as she takes in the image of the dead man slipping down to the ground.
Feb 15 01:54:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As he watches with two ghouls decide who should finish the man's life, there's a sense of scientific curiosity in Devon's eyes. This soon fades to a lingering look of disappointment when Thea volunteers to take the last drink, a small part of him visibly hoping that Elijah will protest. When his ward doesn't, Devon's head shakes slightly and he takes a slight step back, head bowing so that his curls hide the disappointment within his eyes. Arms still hang at his sides, fingers tap idly against denim-clad thighs as Althea takes the step he wished for his own ward to take.
Feb 15 01:58:35 :: (GC) Endymion forced Althea to score
Feb 15 01:59:21 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A strong 'fuck' is whispered under his breath as he slides his hands into his pockets, clearly aware that he has done something wrong.
Feb 15 02:07:00 :: (GC) Althea rposed: An air of something gone wrong mars Althea's post-feeding bliss. She feels worse for having caused some sort of domestic strife than for having killed someone; Devon is mad, but no one will mourn the man. She opens her mouth to say something and feels resistance: a thin crust of blood has dried at the corners of her mouth. She picks it off with a fingernail, sighing sadly for what she has done.
Feb 15 02:17:12 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head looking back up, Devon only offers a soft, "There's still time in the world for both of you." The words, though reassuring in their meaning, hold a hint of melancholy to them. There's no anger from the youth though, his head tilting to the side as he observes the pair. "Life is a fickle thing. You may have evolved from the blood of your domitor, but you could still be that dead cow." Contempt now taints his gaze as brilliant eyes fall upon the corpse. A gentle sigh is heaved as he adds, "We shouldn't leave together, just incase.", in a rather droll tone. "Althea, you leave first. Blend into the crowd and go east." Nodding to the girl, his free hand leaves his thigh, gesturing for her to go now. "Elijah, wait until I signal you and leave west. Same thing, blend with the crowd." Eyes staring forward, he all but mutters, "I'll leave last. We'll meet north of here."
Feb 15 02:24:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter continues staring at Devon for some time, looking rather heartbroken since the beginning of the night. "What'd I do? Did you want me to drink it all? Did you want me to kill him?" He seems hopeless, shoving his hands into his pockets, bowing his head slightly in a show of surrender. "I wanted to Devon, but Althea said she wanted to. I..." he trails off, looking back up at the willowy youth before taking a tentative step forward.
Feb 15 02:38:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Stepping towards the other man, Devon presses his chest against the other man's, cool body feeling slightly warmer since feeding. At first, only his free arm moves to envelop his ward, the hold secure. However, after a moment of juggling, the other arm drapes about the waiter as well, the presents given pressed to his back. A soft kiss, still holding a drop of blood, is placed on the man's cheek, leaving a slight imprint from the youth's full lips. "You did just fine. I'm just anxious to see you kill." Arms slowly falling away, the willowy figure steps back once more. "Go join Thea. I need to close his neck." The words are gentle, holding no anger or disappointment. Once he sees Elijah off, Devon crouches down, free arm reaching out and lifting up the corpse just enough for his tongue to reach the neck, a lick closing the wound. Dropping him once more, Devon rights himself and brushes off his clothing before walking casually away to join the others.
Feb 15 02:43:09 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter blushes heavily as his companion kisses his cheek, his hand fluttering to touch the spot, his expression changing to that of one walking in a dream-like state, fingers brushing over the blood-stained lip imprint on his cheek as he exits the alleyway, looking considerably more satisfied.
Feb 15 02:45:03 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I guess I missed the juicy stuff, huh?" Althea asks Elijah. "You know why Devon's mad? Did I do anything?" She frowns, worried. "I can't believe I did that, but I guess I had to at some point. It's just fucked up to realize just what we're getting into."
Feb 15 02:50:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah shakes his head, his hand falling away and leaving the blood mark intact. "He's not angry." The waiter replies, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie quickly, before reaching up one hand to fix the bangs of his blonde-brown hair. "It's not fucked up. It's healthy. It's progression. We're a step ahead."
Feb 15 03:08:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Long strides carrying him at a steady pace, Devon ducks and dodges the other pedestrians as he comes in from the south. Rosy lips have been licked clean, and the small amount of blood that had pooled beneath a fingernail is also gone, no trace visible. The pillowcase containing the two books and new handkerchief is still neatly folded and spotless. Still grasped firmly in one hand, it's also tucked securely between his biceps and curvy side. Eyes cautiously scanning the area twice with painstaking care, his gaze passes over the pair of ghouls the first time around, though a spark of recognition is visible if one knows what to look for. Finally, he walks towards the in a casual manner, asking, "Wasn't that fun?", as he approaches within earshot. The words have a twisted sense of joy to them, his own answer clearly audible.
Feb 15 03:11:22 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "No. We're still human, Althea. But we're taking steps towards transcending it, at least." His gaze travels towards the approaching willowy figure, fondness held in his expression towards the youth. "With their help." He nods after Devon has posed the question, still watching the other man with a certain desire and longing deep in his gaze. "Next time." He says, nodding again, a dark look in his eyes that holds the rest of his statement.
Feb 15 03:21:27 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I guess it just takes time to get used to. It's just strange to think that a few months ago I was just doing my thing, being a student... and now I'm hunting for prey. Devon, did you ever feel like this? I know this is what I have to do, but it just seems so weird." She scratches the back of her neck nervously, then looks at her nails. There is a crescent of dried blood under a few of them, which she picks out with her teeth.
Feb 15 03:28:34 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I was never human." The words, though simply stated, hold a certain sense of pride in them. Another few steps bring him directly next to his conversing companions. "Ask Johnny.", is the only other words of wisdom Devon has to offer Althea. Sidling up to Elijah, his free hand reaches down and takes that of his ward. Bringing the hand to his lips, he kisses the knuckles gently before lowing his arm once more, though he doesn't release his grip. Head tilting to the side slightly, his attention returns to the girl once more. Nothing is said to her, but she's watched with interest, as though she's a new specimen presented to the youth within a lab.
Feb 15 03:37:16 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I believe you, Devon. You have no reason to lie to me." She sighs. "Well, I guess that means I need to go find Johnny whenever I need the advice of someone more... experienced than myself." She sighs, trying to find the words she needs. "It's not that it's weird. It's that it's different. I liked doing it. And that scares me a little. It felt good to drink. I suppose assuming that there are Buffy-types out there who'd kill us without a second thought can make it easier."
Feb 15 03:48:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slightly as Althea speaks, Devon's brow arches slightly as she reaches the end of her explanation. "Some think that being hunted for existing means that they should stop feeding. Their morals are more stringent than when they were alive." One shoulder shrugs in a nonchalant manner towards the girl. It's visible that he's pressing back against Elijah. Eyes partially closing, he murmurs, "You don't realize how warm you are. Soft and pliable too." The hand holding Elijah's begins to shift its position so that fingers can caress his skin at the same time. Blinking once, the distracted sense seems to clear, though he does keep glancing at the man beside him in a fond manner.
Feb 15 03:58:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter watches the conversation between the student and the willowy youth with interest, his blond eyebrows perking up as Devon's points are stated. The blush in his cheeks intensifies as the other man speaks, his gaze momentarily averted to his feet. "Thanks..." He says, unsure of how to respond. Elijah smiles, the skin on his hand seeming to react to Devon's touch, more warmth spread into the area. He glances at Althea for a few moments, his expression becoming contented and more satisfied as the angelic teen next to him continues to express his affection. "It'll become easier."
Feb 15 04:02:29 :: (GC) Althea votes for Elijah
Feb 15 04:19:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As Althea walks into the distance, Devon watches her with a careful eye, ensuring that she's safe for as long as he can see her. Once she's gone from sight, he turns to face Elijah face, pressing his body against the other man's. Tone both candid and even a bit unsure, he asks quietly, "If for a night, our roles were reversed and you could do anything to me, what would it be?" There's obvious curiosity on the youth's side, though there's a faint sense that this question is deeper than fun and amusement, almost seeming to be a test.
Feb 15 04:30:39 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "You mean, if I was Devon and you were Elijah?" he wrinkles his nose at first, turning to stare at some random direction as he contemplates the question. Finally he looks back, wrapping his arms around the youth and hugging the other man tightly as he rocks back and forth, still considering the question. "Well.... I'd probably mark you. You know, as being mine. With that thing you do." His arms wrap more tightly about the youth's waist, his forehead moving forward to press against the other man's, warmth spreading from his skin and into the cold skin of Devon's forehead. "Aaaand.... I would tell you stories, about all kinds of crazy shit." A little chuckle escapes Elijah's lips, and he glances away, apparently embarrassed. "I don't know... What do you mean? What would I do in general? To help you be a better ward, or just what I would I do?"
Feb 15 04:39:55 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Speaking slightly slower now, each word coming out sharp and precise, Devon elaborates slightly. "What would you do TO me?" Extra emphasis is placed on the second-to-last word, though nothing in his tone dictates what type of answer he's seeking, or even if he's searching for something at all. Head pulling back slightly so that the skin-to-skin contact is ceased. At the same time, Devon's head tilts to the side as he awaits the answer.
Feb 15 04:45:52 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I don't know.." he says, the response feebly sliding from between his lips, his gaze turned away from the youth's as though expecting the heart-breaking disappointment to appear on the other man's features. "I certainly wouldn't hurt you." He says, an eyebrow lofting gently, hands pressed tightly against the youth's back. "If you were me, what would you do to me? If I was you, I mean." He smiles for a moment, lost in his own question as he steals another glance at the youth, looking into the other man's eyes for a single moment before looking away, still afraid to see the disappointment.
Feb 15 04:58:52 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming to be vaguely amused to be receiving the question back, Devon softly replies, "I'd respect you, work for your goals and assimilate into your world. I'd follow your directions and accept your judgement. Most of all, I would seek to build myself into what you desired of me." The words are spoken in a way that suggests they've been spoken many times before. For a moment, it's almost as though the domitor is empathizing with the ward, though this strange situation changes in an instant. "I'm crafting you Elijah. Body and mind. When I'd done, you will be a thing of beauty and pride, or of horrid disgrace." There's a hard and somewhat said tone to the words as he mentions, "You have fallen from my favor once Elijah. But you've also managed to keep your word and partially redeem yourself." Leaning in close once more, Devon finally explains, "I think that it's time for your training to begin in earnest."
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Feb 15 15:46:53 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A thump-thump-thump is heard, coming down the hall of the apartment complex, before there is a soft knock at the door.
Feb 15 15:55:01 :: (GC) Devon rposed: A cerulean eye peers out of the peephole, then vanishes, the jingling of keys audible before a click signals that one of the deadbolts has been unlocked. This is repeated three more times before the door opens slowly, just wide enough for a single person to slip through. Devon is not immediately visible, as he's standing behind the door itself, willowy form seemingly settled in the shadow. As soon as Elijah enters far enough, the door is closed quickly before being re-locked swiftly, though with a great deal of care. A large book, bound in black leather rests on the couch, the edges of the pages gilded in gold.
Feb 15 16:02:12 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter steps inside, reaching up to loosen his tie as his feet carry him inside. "How's your book?" He asks, a weary smile settling over his handsome features after he glances at the large book settled on the couch. Elijah slips out of his jacket before hanging it over one arm, his other hand loosening the tie further as he leans forward, lips nearing Devon's. He seems tired, his eyes heavy-lidded, though the smile remains on his face as he leans in to kiss his companion.
Feb 15 16:10:04 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Keys still clutched in one hand, Devon leans in and kisses the other man, letting the weary figure dictate the depth of the gesture. At the same time, a pale hand reaches under the hem of the youth's loose shirt, slipping the keys away into the hidden 'pocket'. The action seems to be subconscious in nature, as both arms soon move to embrace his ward in a firm hold, cool body pressing against the warm of the living. one hand rubs the man's back in a circular pattern, nimble fingers gently massaging tired muscles. Only after he slowly pulls away does he quietly explain, "It's not just for me, but for you as well."
Feb 15 16:14:44 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter breathes in deeply as the other man hugs him, closing his eyes to enjoy the moment, kissing the angelic youth passionately, but in an exhausted manner that mirrors his current expression. After Devon leans back, Elijah releases his breath, a warm smile touching his lips as his back muscles are massaged. "Oh. What's it about?" He asks, staring at the other man for a few moments, relishing the physical contact before reluctantly breaking away. He enters the bedroom quickly putting up his jacket and tie, before heading towards the kitchen, listening to Devon all the while. "I'm going to make some coffee really fast. It's been a long day."
Feb 15 16:23:07 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "It's a family tree of sorts.", is all that Devon offers at first, several moments passing before he continues, "It's my story, and perhaps your own in time." The almost cryptic way that he describes the book also holds a certain dark allure, as though the answer to every unasked question lies within the pages. "This is another step Elijah, another place where you need to choose if you'd like to stay where you are, or ascend into a higher level. There's no going back if you choose to move forward." As solemn as the last words are, there's a hint of temptation flowing through them.
Feb 15 16:30:25 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Silence accompanies Devon's words as Elijah mills about in the kitchen, apparently contemplating the other man's words. A bubbling sound announces the coffee pot being put to work, and Elijah remains in the kitchen for several minutes before stepping out, black slacks, white dress shirt, and dress shoes all clean despite the long day, a steaming, white cup of coffee in one hand. "There is no progress if I don't move forward. My life needs progress, and you've shown me that, Devon." He says, stopping in the middle of the floor to sip his coffee, staring at the willowy youth with the usual love-struck look.
Feb 15 16:41:11 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding once, Devon makes his way over to the couch, picking the book up with care before settling himself down, perched in the dead center of one of the square cushions. Fingers stroke the book with his usual sense of care towards reading material, though the embossed cover is traced with care, fingers running over circling the dragon  in a symbolic nature. "I know you want to know more about me, about who I am. But that will be your last lesson. You need to understand those around you before you know yourself." Looking back up at the man, Devon adds quietly, "You need time before you hate me."
Feb 15 17:05:18 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Thank God for small favors?" the big man chuckles.  The big man reaches around slightly behind himself and picks up a pack of cigarettes and flicks it open with one large finger.  "Pool is overrated though," he says as an aside while he figers one of the cigarettes out of the pack while trying to keep a buisiness card that's been tucked into the pack from falling out.  "I'm just here for the beer and people."
Feb 15 17:07:37 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Oh, that sounds like a man's who's lost a few games." Leaning forward, the girl gaze him a teasing look and another slow, playful wink. Extending a hand, she turned it palm up and spoke again. "Would you mind?" Her gaze cutting to the pack to highlight her meaning.
Feb 15 17:34:26 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Plan on reciprocating?" the big man asks with a small smile.  He turns back to watching the other occupants of the bar, and takes another drink from his bottle.  He casually rolls the lit cigarette through his fingers while he looks over the patrons with a notable lack of expression on his face.  "You know, Joe doesn't check ID very often.  And I don't think I've ever seen him card a woman."
Feb 15 17:54:50 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Ducking and weaving in his usual manner through the mob of camera flashes and roaring nightlife, Devon seems to have a certain sense of peace within the chaos. Eyes scanning both the area and it's occupants, there's a detached and calculating sense about his gaze. Both lithe arms are pressed against his slender torso, helping to minimize his already willowy frame. There's no true pace to his steps and strides, his gait more opportunistic than steady, each motion based more on where there's a lull in the population. Great care is taken not to touch anyone or anything, each case of ignorant jostling bringing a vague sense of a scowl to the angelic face, though the expression passes long before it ever truly settles.
Feb 15 17:59:32 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With a heartfelt glare cast in the direction of Next Door's Living Room, Ella marches on past and mutters something uintelligable under her breath. Her fingers tighten momentarily on her camera as she sees someone tall, dark, and handsome passing by, ready to snap a picture of the supposed star. It turns out just to be one of the normal inhabitants of Los Angeles, causing that flicker of interest to die in her grey eyes. With a shake of her head, she trudges onward down the street, a rather peculiar expression on her face.
Feb 15 18:07:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Recognition flaring within cerulean eyes, there's a slight feeling of curiosity as Devon looks at the paparazzo. Head tilting to the side, a few golden curls fall over his fine features, and a tawny brow arches slightly. Waiting for a space to form amount the patrons loitering around the club, the youthful figure slowly strides over to the girl at a fairly casual pace. There's almost a reluctance at first, as though approaching her isn't his first choice, though this fades the closer he gets. Neck craning a bit, he offers a slight nod of his head in silent greeting.
Feb 15 18:09:03 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Pushing open the door to the pool hall, in steps a handsome young man with alabaster skin. Looking bored and dressed down, he is for a change, not carrying a guitar or musical instrument of any sort and keeping to himself. Making his way towards the bar proper he cops a squat and orders a bud light which he sips at.
Feb 15 18:10:12 :: (GC) Leannan rposed: "Smartass," The girl commented with a laugh. Turning to fully lean back against the bar, the cradled the bottle in her hand and allowed her sapphire gaze to scan across the room. Though she noted the Seer, the girl gave  no indication of familiarity. "And if you only get full files on P.O.W.s...which side are you on, hmm? Are you a hero or a villain, Patrick?"
Feb 15 18:10:58 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Through a series of rapid blinks, Ella brings her mind back to the here and now. A smile is shoved onto her rather large mouth, causing her previous, more brooding, expression to flee entirely. Her free hand rises to offer a wave in Devon's vague direction, her unmistakeable voice weaving through the crowds, "Hey! How's it going? I haven't seen you around in awhile!"
Feb 15 18:17:32 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Upon realizing that he has indeed been noticed, Devon completes the last few steps separating him from the girl. At first, only a slight nod is offered to her in answer to the first question, the action almost meek and he does so. There's a slight sense of distraction in this simple motion however, the reason quickly being made clear. "You know Elijah." The words come out quickly, as more of a statement than a question, tone blunt and candid. There's a hint of force behind the words, which seems to surprise the youth, causing him to blink once or twice.
Feb 15 18:18:06 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Neither," the big man says through a cloud of exhaled smoke.  "There's no such thing as heroes or villians.  One persons hero is anothers villian, and vice versa."  He lifts his shoulders in another shrug, "Maybe everyone has a bit of each in them."  He takes another drink, "Just like good and evil, there's a bit of each in everyone.  You can't blame people for being what they are.  Shouldn't laud them either though."  He snickers at himself and gives you a smile, "Sorry, I don't usually wax philosophical, even in bars."  He looks over and gives Johnny a small up-nod but doesn't otherwise bother the younger man.
Feb 15 18:21:55 :: (GC) Ella rposed: An ebon eyebrow lifts at this very odd greeting, but without missing a beat the young photographer bobs her head quickly in response. "And so do you," she responds cheerily without any hint of question, the smile never fading or faltering on her pale face. "He's a good kid and likes pizza almost as much as I do and was kind enough to leave me the leftovers. Of course those leftovers never saw the light of day, but you can take heart in the fact that I killed them quickly even if it was without remorse."
Feb 15 18:30:54 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The humor seems to be somewhat lost on the androgynous figure, and he just nods a few times in silent response, the motion crisp and precise. Both arms, pressed firmly against the sides of his torso in a rather tense position as he wove through the crowd, slowly relax. Yet, they don't fall down to hang freely beside him. Rather, one loops about his strangely trim waist while the other wraps about his slender chest, fingers drumming against his shirt all the while in an idle manner. Continuing to stand in silence, he finally asks, "Did you want to go to Hades?", the same candid bluntness woven into this question as well.
Feb 15 18:35:40 :: (GC) Ella rposed: With an almost gleeful grin, Ella fervently nods her agreement to the posed question. "Definitely! I've been rather busy lately, what with going to Vegas on the strong hint that some stars from our neck of the woods were partying there and piecing together a present for a good friend," she tries to explain, her face harboring a pinkish cast near the end. She draws in a breath to keep going, though, only pausing for the span of a couple of heartbeats, "I still haven't gotten together an outfit that would keep me from being singled out in a place like you described. Most of my clothes are, how shall I say, more casual in nature," she adds as she gestures to her grey cargo pants, red converse tennis shoes, and plain white v-neck shirt.
Feb 15 18:47:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: There's a sense of interest in the latter part of the girl's explanation, though this time there's an attempt at subtly. "...Valentines Day present?", is what comes out, the words a little flat and hollow despite the effort. As the subject changes, the youth continues to watch his current companion, eyeing the young photographer in an appraising manner. One thin shoulder is shrugged as he too eyes her current wardrobe, offering, "You might be noticed dressed like that."
Feb 15 18:50:11 :: (GC) Ella rposed: A peel of laughter threads its way from the confines of Ella's throat as she dips her head in a single nod, "Yeah I know I'd be noticed if I wore stuff like this to Hades. I don't want to be noticed, but I still have to convince myself to spend cash on a different wardrobe. Money is a fickle thing in this business, you know," she explains while holding up her camera and shaking it gently as if to prove a point. Her usually direct gaze averts for a moment, ostensibly to scan the crowd, though a small smile touches her lips, "And yeah, was just a Valentine's Day thing."
Feb 15 19:01:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Important commercial holiday." There's a sense of wry irony now, this time the humor surrounding the holiday seeming to be fully understood and appreciated. Devon looks down now to eye his own clothing with, as though unsure of what he himself is wearing. After a few moments of silent critiquing, he mutters, "Think of it as spending a little to get a lot." Glancing around at the various faces and forms passing around them and vying to reach their fifteen minutes of fame, the teen continues, "Or just take scissors to everything you own and piece random parts back together with safety-pins."
Feb 15 19:07:14 :: (GC) Ella rposed: "Oh, of course it's been commercialized to death and I'm not even Catholic so this whole... saint thing... is lost on me," the dark-haired paparazzo replies with a wave of her hand, "But the underlying meaning of it, the carnality of it all, isn't something to be ignored. That even the ole fuddy-duddy church can dredge up a saint with very unsaint-like qualities is something I find hilarious and I'd like to encourage more of the same from them." A perfectly wicked grin encompasses her face, "That and it's really fun to partake in, but nevermind that! Totally TMI, I know so for once I'll make a conscious effort to stall my tongue on the matter." She tugs at her sleeve while glancing down at it, giving it a considering look, "But which pieces to shear and which to leave whole? I think I might just have to go out and pick up some pieces. The things I do buy I like too much to mutilate in such a way."
Feb 15 19:27:54 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming to take interest in his companion's views on the subject, Devon's head tilts quizzically to the side as he listens to the girl speaks. As the subject slowly begins to change, the curiosity remains dancing upon the youth's face. Lips opening as though to speak, they close partially before something is finally said. "Who's the special someone?" There's a sense of hesitation still, though the reason for the discomfort isn't communicated. "If you know Elijah, we might have more friends in common. A group going into Hades would seem more natural.", is eventually offered, the words flowing more smoothly as more is said.
Feb 15 19:31:11 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: The well-dressed businessman flashed a smile and nod to the bouncers and they let him slip in not a problem.  He headed off to a booth for a moment awaiting someone it would seem for the moment.  He removes his hat and places it on the table ordering up a simple johnny walker blue.
Feb 15 19:31:40 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Humor rises almost visibly within Ella's blue-grey eyes before a small giggle issues forth from her mouth. "Oh good god, I can't imagine him in a club at all, let alone a place like Hades," she responds with amusement tickling the tenor of her voice. "If you think I'd stick out like a sore thumb, he'd shine like a beacon," she adds with more laughter, shaking her head slowly from side to side. "I dunno, he doesn't have many friends or at least not many I've come across." Her gaze registers an almost teasing gleam, unable to stop herself from adding to the mystery instead of just answering it outright. Perhaps it's that little piece of the devil himself in her, the little piece everyone carries around.
Feb 15 19:45:13 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Seeming ever-so-slightly annoyed that his question hasn't been fully answered, Devon doesn't push the issue, dropping it in a polite manner. "Maybe I'll meet him someday.", is the last that's said on the subject. Voice as quiet and soft as ever, any irritation seems to vanish almost before it appears. Glancing around with a keen eye, he dips his head politely to the photographer. "I should be going. You still... have my number?" One brow arches as the question is asked, one arm unwrapping from around his torso, hand dropping towards one of his pockets.
Feb 15 19:48:27 :: (GC) @CDizon is handling @CCarl's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 15 19:48:36 :: (GC) Ella rposed: Patting the side of her messenger bag, Ella gives an affirmative nod. "I do, I don't lose things like that if I can help it. I even added it into my cell just in case something happens to the number that's been written down," she states proudly. "I should be off, too. There was rumbling from those X17 retards that Lufti called to say the Britster was going to be around tonight. I don't know if it's true, but we'll definitely see."
Feb 15 19:50:19 :: (GC) Ella votes for Devon
Feb 15 20:11:04 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "Nothing I'd know about then," the big man says in a slightly bored tone.  He shrugs his shoulders and looks down at his beer, as though searching for answers in the bottom of it.  He raches out and picks up his pack of cigarettes, opens it and pulls out another cigarette, tapping it against the bar top a few times before lighting it.
Feb 15 20:26:50 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: Donovan finally finishes off his business meeting apparently satisfied and heads over to the bar taking a seat and giving anothe rnod to the big man.  "Quiet night, huh?"
Feb 15 20:27:33 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Sitting at a back booth, pushing a drink around a table with an index finger, is Devon. The beads of water running down the sides, create a small pool beneath the item, making it easier to move. A single finger does all of the work, applying gentle pressure as cerulean eyes watch the motion, the process being repeated each time the vessel comes to a stop. While not looking particularly bored, the youth's attention in the glass is a bit more than most, especially consider the distinct appearance of a total and complete lack of drug usage.
Feb 15 20:31:22 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: Silently a hodded figure moves up and stands before  the youth, speaking somberly, "You the 'Doc'?"
Feb 15 20:33:26 :: (GC) Patrick rposed: "It ebbs and flows," the big man says quietly.  "It'll pick up again later."  He lifts his beer and takes a swallow.  "I like it when it's slow, a man can think.  When it's busy, it's usually too exciting for alot of thinking."  He takes a drag from his cigarette and blows the smoke out his nose.
Feb 15 20:38:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the person approaches, the youth's attention shifts off the glass and towards the hooded figure. One brow arches slightly as the figure speaks, one of the youth's hands slides off the table, reaching downwards to pluck a small, hand-written note from by a slender side. Eyes scanning the words carefully, the word, "Apparently...", comes out in a rather unsteady manner. "I'm guessing that you're here for said help." A soft sight escapes now, though no attempt is made to either greet or flee.
Feb 15 20:40:51 :: (GC) Donovan rposed: He nodded and spun the glass in his fingers slowly, the brown liquid floating around supporting the ice in it.  "An excellent point.  But I'm someone who prefers the fast life, so busy is the way to go."
Feb 15 20:48:19 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: Heavy shoulders rise and fall as the hood bobs, "Aye, that's right.. I'm.. tired of my humanity you could say.. And if it goes well.. I have a friend who might need some work done aswell.."
Feb 15 20:55:45 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Still reading the note, the youth mutter out, obviously now reading from the paper, "Cash up-front, clan or political alignment isn't my business. If you're mortal, it's going to take some time to heal, that's not my problem." Blinking once, he adds, "Oh... I guess the last part is a moot point.", in a slightly louder voice. Finally dropping the card in apparent frustration, he all but growls out, "Just sit down."
Feb 15 20:57:22 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: A duffle bag is lifted up and set upon the table with a sizeable thud before the seat is taken. His massive form causing the booth to creak as he slides down, staring outward from under his hood.
Feb 15 20:59:22 :: (GC) Fortang forced Arturo to save
Feb 15 21:05:27 :: (GC) Fortang forced Arturo to save
Feb 15 21:10:40 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Eyeing the bag with suspicion, there's an almost weary look to the youth now, his eyes beginning to narrow. "Please tell me that's not a gun. Because I've have been shot, fired at and threatened FAR too often for mental or physical health." Eyes closing completely now, he breathes out, sitting back against the booth seat, "Although if you feel the need to, get it over with now." At the same time, though, it's obvious that long fingers are arching and bending through the air, a certain look of dark glee landing upon angelic features. The shadow of a twisted grin also makes itself seen as Devon sits up again, beginning to climb to his feet before the previous offer is taken to heart.
Feb 15 21:13:43 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: Laughing he shakes his head, "No. Though if you truely want it, I know some sick fucks who will gladly oblige you. I am here on business." Opening the bag and tossing it towards the other, cash and cocain can be seen within, "Its your payment."
Feb 15 21:30:25 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Sitting quietly on the chair near the speaker, the guitar from the stand is resting upon his lap, Johnny sits alone in his house, fresh pages of sheet music are strewn about the livingroom.
Feb 15 21:31:02 :: (GC) Althea rposed: The sounds of sneaker-clad feet stomping can be heard as Althea enters the house. She slams the door behind her, calling out, "Honey, I'm home!" in a sardonic manner; she does not actually expect anyone to be home. Without expecting a reply, she walks back to her bedroom, and throws her bag on the floor. She picks up the cat and lays down on the bed, stroking its dark fur silently.
Feb 15 21:41:39 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Hey," she says sleepily. "You've missed a lot of fun," she says sarcastically, still petting the cat. It climbs onto Althea's chest, rubs up against Johnny's hand. "Aw, she likes you," she giggles. "I've been mixing blood in with her wet food. She eats it right up."
Feb 15 21:44:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Only peering into the bag for a moment, Devon rises to his full height and walks over to the much larger figure. "I've heard humanity can be a fickle thing. I've never felt it myself." The words hold an almost curious sense to them, but a sense of contempt for the whole idea overshadows them, just creating distant foreboding. Pale hands feel equally cool skin, a few fingers flinging back the hood with a flick. There's a natural talent to the youth's hands, fingers tips gently massaging flesh as it becomes malleable like clay with just a touch. A particularly twisted look enters bright eyes when he comes in contact with the brow bone, digging past the flesh and into the bone, pulling the hard substance forth to create a small horn where once an eyebrow had been. The same treatment occurs on the other side, to ensure symmetry. Cheekbones, too, receive special treatment, a ridge of bone peeking out of skin like mountains on a globe. The cartilage around the man's nose is molded and smashed a few differen
Feb 15 21:44:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The cartilage around the man's nose is molded and smashed a few different times, seeming to perplex the craftsman the first few tries, the smashed look being left in the end, possibly in frustration.
Feb 15 21:47:43 :: (GC) Johnny rposed: Smiling softly at the cat he looks towards Althea, his hand falling from her forhead to cheek as one eyebrow rises up questionably. "Have I now..." He adjusts himself upon the bed, "Tell me my little Raven.." his fingers teasingly playing with her peircing, "With all your shiny baubles.. tell me what I have missed that has you so exhausted?"
Feb 15 21:51:33 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Oh, nothing. Threatened by a werewolf, killed a guy, no big deal." She laughs bitterly. "I'm trying to adjust to being a ghoul. Devon's no help - apparently he was never human, whatever that means. It's just weird to suck the life out of someone when a few weeks ago I was eating cheeseburgers." She sighs. "It'll get easier as it goes on. This is what I chose, this is what my life is now. I just need to adjust."
Feb 15 22:01:19 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DA hispanic man steps into the Pool Hall, dressed in his usual conservative garb. He takes one attentive look around the establishment before stepping towards the biker on the table and removing his sunglasses from his face.@W
Feb 15 22:01:46 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I didn't know he was a wolf. I was with Devon, who started following him. I was just walking with him. Devon and the guy disappeared, and I was running around looking for them... the guy re-materialized and threatened to shoot us. And Devon took me and Elijah out to feed last night. I wasn't sure that Elijah would be able to handle finishing the prey off, so I volunteered to do it." She shrugs. "I wasn't sure if you'd be happy if I went out hunting, but once I saw the blood, I knew I wanted some."
Feb 15 22:08:59 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "I wanted to know what it was like to hunt," she says simply. Shooing the cat away, she holds onto Johnny's wrist, bringing it to her mouth. Her lips close around the wound, and her eyes flutter closed as she drinks. As she sucks the blood, her lips curl up into a sort of smile.
Feb 15 22:09:01 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @D"@rCarl Carlson.@D" The hispanic man states in a rather blunt fashion, sliding his sunglasses away into a pocket. "@rYou're wanted by the police. You can either come with me, and talk about your future as a more... productive member of society, or you can be riddled with bullets by the LAPD. The latter is rather useless, to both you and myself.@D" The hispanic man raises a thin eyebrow, stepping forward towards the biker, his face literally two inches from the other man's.@W
Feb 15 22:14:57 :: (GC) @CDizon is handling @CCarl's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 15 22:34:19 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man merely stares at the raving biker, his expression still coldly professional. "@rDon't be a moron.@D" He says bluntly, raising one hand to glance at his nails, before looking back at the biker and letting the hand drop to his side. "@rYou know as well as I do that we can offer you a much better existence than you would get out of running from the cops. I'm offering you a job, Mr. Carlson. There's no need to be so... chaotic.@D"@W
Feb 15 22:44:53 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "How long has it been since you did the domestic thing?" she asks. "I don't even know anything about your life besides you being a vampire and going around playing your guitar or your violin. Or is that one of those subjects you should never bring up? I need an etiquette book for this shit," she mutters, snickering.
Feb 15 22:47:06 :: (GC) Kenneth rposed: @DThe hispanic man's expression doesn't change in any way, never losing the business-like attitude. As the biker sits down, the hand he had been observing flashes out, smashing against the biker's face in a show of unrivaled grace and dexterity, though it doesn't seem to bother Carl much. Kenneth's hand returns to his side and he watches the raving biker closely, looking rather dull and exasperated. "@rYou're a coward, Carlson. You're scum on my sole. Look me in face, here and now,@D" Kenneth says, spreading his arms and casting his gaze over the crowd "@rOr let all who occupy this building know of your cowardice, and your pitiful existence.@D" His gaze returns to Carl, as stoic and formal as ever.@W
Feb 15 23:06:21 :: (GC) Dizon echoed: As Carl shouts out for the Lunatics to attack a single being manifests in the air above him swinging, quite literally, a sledgehammer. Swinging it overhanded in a double axe handle manuever, the forty pound head of the hammer slams into the back of Kenneth's spine and that is quite simply all she wrote as Kenneth goes down like a ton of bricks with one of the ugliest, meaniest, bikers ever to wear a smiley face upon his lapel standing overhim with a broken mallet.
Feb 15 23:07:17 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Do you still see your sire? What happened to her?" Althea turns towards Johnny, supporting her head with her hand. The cat lays between them, offering its belly for scratches; the girl obliges. "What did she do? ...You don't have to tell me if it's too much. I just like knowing things. I can get nosy." She pauses, thinking of more questions. "And what do the elders expect from you? I've heard you're a hot commodity in LA because of your powers..."
Feb 15 23:34:24 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: A thin man dressed in a waiter's uniform slides into the club, his hands slipped into his pockets, a tired expression on his features. He walks into the crowds, looking out of place as his silver-green eyes search wearily for a familiar face.
Feb 15 23:37:20 :: (GC) Lenny votes for Kenneth
Feb 15 23:37:25 :: (GC) Kenneth votes for Lenny
Feb 15 23:38:23 :: (GC) Carl votes for Kenneth
Feb 15 23:41:29 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Sitting casually at a booth in the back of the club, Devon is rifling through the inside of a duffle bag, a twisted grin on his rosy lips and a gleefully dark look in his cerulean eyes. Both of his sleeves have been rolled-up and his shirt is, for once, totally unbuttoned, revealing the strangely feminine top he wears beneath it. From time to time his eyes glance around the club in a suspicious manner, hands clutching the bag possessively as he does so. During one such instance, his gaze falls upon his ward, and nimble fingers grasp the zipper, pulling it closed as quickly as possible.
Feb 15 23:49:25 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter's eyes turn towards Devon, finally, and he locks eyes with the angelic youth for a single moment, a blonde eyebrow rising curiously on his forehead. He makes his way towards the angelic teen, his strides controlled, carrying him through the crowd without bumping into a single person. "Hey." He says, exhaustion breaking through in his voice as he reaches up, fixing his tie nonchalantly.
Feb 15 23:50:41 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "He scares me sometimes. I guess I know why he's so... off. He was never human, he'll never be human. He didn't seem terribly fazed by killing the guy. I actually think he was disappointed that Elijah didn't offer to finish him off." She inhales deeply, looking around the room. "I actually feel kind of relieved that I won't be a monster. I don't like doing bad things unless they're justified."
Feb 15 23:51:05 :: (GC) Christian rposed: Christian gazes back at the kneeling ballerinas with a frown before stepping out through the corridor very slowly. No more nets catching him no-siree. He'd be ready this time for anything that might jump out like the boogyman. His hand slips out with handgun wielded, lips pursed though he says nothing more, his eyes heightened in senses to pierce the darkness as best as possible.
Feb 15 23:55:41 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: A black Man comes from the shadows, he looks between the two. "Please dont kill me, I know who you are and what your in.. what are you both doing here.." this Man is black and ugky as hell
Feb 16 00:01:41 :: (GC) Althea rposed: "Eternity?" she says, smiling. Her voice has a dreamy quality, part love, part exhaustion. Yawning, she murmurs, "You know I'm here for you... sounds lame, but yeah..." She removes her hand from her head and curls up on her side, her eyes fluttering closed. Her mouth moves and something comes out that might be words, but they are merely mutterings from her unconscious mind. Her breath becomes heavy and slow as she slips into a deep slumber.
Feb 16 00:02:10 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Lifting the obviously heavy bag up with strength he doesn't normally possess, Devon shifts the item from the table to the booth beside him. Even as this task is performed, he looks up at the other man with some fondness and a certain sense of guarded caution. Nudging the bag into the furthest corner of the booth, he then slides in further as well, swinging around so that the other man's back can rest against his chest. The good mood, as twisted and wicked as the source might be, seems to bring out an almost amorous quality to him. "Let message your back. I promise everything will remain in place." Long fingers beckon to Elijah, the motion somewhat coy and alluring.
Feb 16 00:02:37 :: (GC) Althea votes for Johnny
Feb 16 00:02:41 :: (GC) Johnny votes for Althea
Feb 16 00:05:39 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Gregory waves his hands about. "Your Christian Moore and Leannan, Listen I have sme information for you but you cant kill him... please dont killmy master!" he starts to cry outloud as he falls to his knees
Feb 16 00:10:55 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Man points to the upward."My Master, Ken Lexington is what you know as a Nosferatu,  He was a proud Prince, where information would come to him and help the helpless.." he shakes his head as he starts to cry again. "He went against a Settite, and that Settite Bonded him, now he works his information and contactd for the bad bad settite,.." he stands up and lookd around. "You have tu break the bonds of the Settite
Feb 16 00:17:01 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Long fingers dance over Elijah's back with a ghosting touch, seeming to know where each knot is before contact is even made. The circular, rubbing motions gain a little pressure as the massage deepens, nails scratching lightly to add to the sensation. The pads of thumbs work into each kink and point of tension, pressure point and places of reflexology also seeming to be known. Leaning in close, he nips almost playfully at the other man's earlobe, cold breath flowing over his neck as he whispers, "Is this helping?", tone equally coy.
Feb 16 00:19:11 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man shakes his head slightly. "I dont know anything, just that his a snake, but I know my master is Bonded to him and he would help you in your jeourny if you helped him!" he starts to pace the sewer. "Need to break his bond to him, can one of you do that?
Feb 16 00:20:13 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Oh, God. I'm in Heaven." He says, his words escaping his lips with heavy, satisfied exhales. A few groans leave his mouth when particularly sore areas are smoothed out and massaged, and a smile tugs at his lips as the other man nips at his earlobe. "Your fingers... Are fucking magical..." He says, eyes closing tightly as the sensation of the massage travels up his spine. "I need to... Do more... Nice things for you..."
Feb 16 00:23:25 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man shakes his head as he looks to his feet, he keeps shaking his head. "My Master would know that, Im just a servant, i dont know the secrets, yhour going to have to ask him\
Feb 16 00:23:39 :: (GC) @CEndymion is handling @CDevon's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 16 00:34:32 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Man looks at the Woman then back at the man. "I told you his name Mr Moore, its Ken lexington!" he scratches his head. "Your just not smart enough for this. i need to get someone else....."
Feb 16 00:38:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: The massage continues, fingers and thumbs now working their way down the man's spine, rubbing gently at each vertebrae individually. The motions seem to come out with natural ease and grace, even more than normally possessed by already talented fingers. "They are rather magical, aren't they?" Though the words are posed in the form of a question, the tone makes it sound more like a statement, pride clearly audible. "It's a nice talent to have." For a moment, Devon's eyes glance at the bag his back is partially resting again. Seeming about to mention something, he apparently thinks better of it and instead plants delicate kisses along his companion's neck.
Feb 16 00:39:42 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man Looks at the woman. "Yes of course, his in a meeting with him in Russia, and wont be back untill next week.." He scratches his head as his annyance at the situation. "Listen he trusts me but i need to find a way to break the bnd, can you help me?
Feb 16 00:43:24 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Ah... fucking /magical/.." His voice comes out in barely a whisper as he becomes more and more relaxed against his companion, warmth coursing through his neck as the other man kisses his skin delicately, his expression becoming serene and satisfied. "What a perfect end to the day." He speaks from a trance of relaxation and utter ecstasy, relishing the feel of the other man's soothing touch. "Better than a hit of anything. Fuuuuuuck..."
Feb 16 00:50:14 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "I can think of one thing what would make it better." The words are almost mischievous in their tone, fangs slowly extending as Devon speaks them. The sharp, pointed teeth rest lightly at the juncture between Elijah's neck and shoulder, tongue lapping softly at the spot once or twice in teasing. As the delicate movements of his finger slow, the heels of his hands take their place, gently kneading the muscle beneath them in a firm, rolling manner. Pausing for a moment, he whispers in a velvety purr, "How much do you want this?"
Feb 16 00:53:44 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man shakes hiks head. "No Maam, only his comming back" he  looks up at the sewer cieling and then back at Christian. "You need to find away to break the bond
Feb 16 00:53:57 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "As much as you do." Elijah answers without hesitation. It's clear that he has more to say on the matter, but chooses to stay silent and continue to feel his emotions without analyzing them. "I love when you get something out of me. Something we can share." He says, leaning back slightly as his breathing slows, feeling the massage and the fangs all at once. He presses his back into the youth's chest to end the massage, though he slides back a bit and practically rests in the other man's lap. "I love when we connect..."
Feb 16 01:00:19 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Starts to jump up and down, he looks around then points to his feet. "meet me here next week, and we will discuss the plan, i can do anything but i dont have the knowlege
Feb 16 01:02:19 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man looks around then starts to run off, humming happily, he then shouts out. "Come back in a week, and I will meet you here
Feb 16 01:07:37 :: (GC) Devon rposed: At first, it seems as though Devon is going to pause and listen to the rest of his ward's words, but for once he allows himself to get lost in the moment. Fangs sliding into Elijah's skin in one smooth motion, waiting for a moment before beginning to feed. Small amounts are drawn slowly, each drink taken languid and savored. There's a sense of true caring transferred through the bond at the same time, feelings and emotions seeping into the already pleasurable experience and intensifying it. Eyes fluttering closed, Devon emits a soft groan of pleasure.
Feb 16 01:07:51 :: (GC) Christian rposed: "With due haste" He calls back to her before urging her for the hole, his sidearm drawn up again to shift back and forth down the sewers, eyes watching for the random steel net that might come his way or worse.... random troupe of ballerinas that might come through to tear him to rabid shreds.
Feb 16 01:15:39 :: (GC) Endymion forced all to save
Feb 16 01:21:18 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah falls silent as Devon begins to feed, his breathing quickening as the pleasure seeps through his entire body, hands twitching at his sides before moving back, grabbing the youth's unbuttoned shirt with loose handfuls in the moment of pleasure, holding onto the cloth as one might grip another's hand during a particularly over-sensitizing moment. "Ooooh..." He mutters, pressing the warmth of his body into the other man, a tiny groan escaping his throat, similar to the youth's own noise.
Feb 16 01:27:37 :: (GC) @CEndymion is handling @CDevon's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 16 01:31:04 :: (GC) @CFortang is handling @CCarl's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 16 01:36:58 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Reluctantly, Devon with drawls his fangs from Elijah's neck, eyes studying the small puncture marks left, before leaning down and licking the wounds closed with a soft, circular swipe of his tongue. Once closed, he leans forward and gently kisses the spot, blood still on his lips and fangs still extended. Both hands move away from the other man's back so that his chest can rest directly against it. Both arms move forward so that his hands can hold on to his companion's, fingers wrapping about the fists, material and all. "How much would you like to experience the feeding from my side? To be the one knowing that another's life lies in your self control?" The question, while serious, comes out in an almost sensual manner, amplifying the allure of The Kiss.
Feb 16 01:46:42 :: (GC) Carl rposed: Is sitting on a chir with a shotgun in his lap, his eyes are at the door as he rocks back and forth, he doesnt looks to sane as he bites his lips a few times
Feb 16 01:52:55 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: There isn't a knock at all, but instead, a rather lithe and handsome Englishman steps into the topmost Penthouse Suite of the Hotel California. He's dressed, not in a suit, but in a pair of blue jeans, a black tee-shirt, and some snakeskin boots. A duffel bag is held in one hand. Gareth peers in for a moment before seeing Carl, but also noting the gun, he doesn't go much farther.
Feb 16 01:56:51 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding against Elijah's head, Devon looks down at the other man for a moment, then looks out into the crowd, gaze panning the entire expanse of the club. "Would you kill for it? Not like the other night with Althea. I mean a real and true kill. Cold blood." Leaning in closer, the same dark purr appears in his voice once more. "But not a bum, or a hooker. An 'innocent' as people call them. A person in the wrong place at the wrong time." The very thought of this brings a hint of mirth to his gaze, the darkness twinkling in baby-blue eyes. "No gun either. So loud and impersonal." One hand slips under his companion's chin, lifting it up to look the other man in the eyes. "Elijah, would you do this, not for me, but for you?"
Feb 16 01:59:45 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..What in the Hell are you on about, Carl? You called for me, and I'm expecting a better reason than getting shot. That would leave me midly irritated..", the Englishman admits, still just his head sticking inside of the door, as if the barrier might offer some sort of protection, "..Now, is there a reason that I was called, or are we back in High School?".
Feb 16 02:00:33 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The waiter continues resting against Devon's willowy form, his arms wrapping comfortably about the other man. He makes eye contact with the youth as his head is tilted upward, an unassuming look in his eyes. "Yes." He says, moving his head forward a fraction of an inch, lips pressed neatly into Devon's, before his head falls back into the other man's neck. He blinks, taking a deep breath, before repeating the word "Yes" in a slightly more stern voice.
Feb 16 02:00:43 :: (GC) @CFortang is handling @CLeannan's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 16 02:06:34 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I didn't help you. I helped me. I'm a bloody Ventrue. Do you think I put you up here out of the kindness of my never-beating heart? You're a liability. You have no discipline. You have no manners. You lack focus, and a goal that's worth attaining. I'd rather have you here, than stirring up trouble at the Club that would get you killed..", the Englishman admits, before stepping into the room fully now, "..Which might not have been enough, if you keep pointing that /bleeding/ gun at me, Carl..".
Feb 16 02:15:29 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..I have more goals than I could share at this moment...", the Englishman states, adding with a rather matter-of-fact tone, "..But yes, one day I will probably be so deeply ingrained in this city that I will /be/ this city. As for oppression. Well, who can ever know..?". At the mention of the Sheriff though, Gareth arches a brow, "..Why would I send the Sheriff after you, Carl? I'm the bloody /Scourge/. If I want someone dead, I just do it. I don't need politics, or friends in high places..".
Feb 16 02:22:23 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Oh?", the Englishman asks, in a rather straight-forward, but half-curious manner, "..Can you honestly tell me that you intend to, at some point, fight me? I mean, if it's set in your mind, I would at least like to know. I'd rather not be surprised with it..".
Feb 16 02:27:47 :: (GC) @CFortang is handling @CLeannan's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 16 02:30:42 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Hey. Those who take an action, should be help accountable for that action. I cannot speak for the behavior of another..", Gareth admits, watching Carl the whole time, but allowing a slight half-smirk to ride upon his full lips, "..Los Angeles is a dog-eat-dog place. The strong survive, and past survival, there is little cohesion..".
Feb 16 02:36:32 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..You can't. Poodle or Pitbull, it doesn't matter. Both are still held accountable for what happens because of them. Do as I say, and I will be placated. Size and breed have nothing to do with it, though. I too, was just a poodle, once. We live and we grow. We learn, and sometimes we kill. All are a part of life. For both the living and the living dead..", Gareth explains to Carl.
Feb 16 02:45:12 :: (GC) @CFortang is handling @CDevon's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 16 02:45:41 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Don't call me a Blue Blood. It's derogatory, in the least..", the Breton states, before adding in, "..As I said, though. The fit survive. Dog-eat-Dog. In both Self-Defense or Assault. As for doing as I wish...well, keep out of my way, and try not to stick out too much.".
Feb 16 02:51:35 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Then get rid of it. You're a vampire. You know vampires. You walk among a stock full of cattle. You're better than them. Why cower from them?", Gareth asks, seeming as if the answer to the question should be rather obvious in it's nature, "..That, or outlive the attention. One or the other, my friend. One or the other..".
Feb 16 02:58:03 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Then you need to get educated, Carl. That's about it. There are ways, but living a life in ignorance can be a tragic affair, especially if you plan on living for long..", Gareth suggests, putting his hand upon the knob of the door now, "..Knowledge is survival, for a vampire. The more you know, the less that can bring you harm..".
Feb 16 03:02:31 :: (GC) Gareth rposed: "..Another night. I might have them written down and sent to you. Of course, with the omission of vampires, and all..", the Englishman points out, before looking back to the door, "..I have to go for now, though. I do, after all, have an entire club to run. It keeps me quite occupied..".
Feb 16 03:04:54 :: (GC) Gareth votes for Carl
Feb 16 14:24:14 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: The sound of a motorcycle engine pulling up outside can be heard, and a moment later in walks one of the ugliest mother fucking bikers to ever walk god's green earth. Dressed in faded denim pants, and a black leather jacket that is itself worn over a straight jacket. On his left lapel is a smiley face button while upon his back, emblazoned in fiery red lettering across the top of his jacket is the word "Lunatics".
Feb 16 14:35:42 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: Lenny just barks a laugh and hugs Carl, "Ya, he was right. Me!" Half kissing half biting the other man's head he turns to look towards Arturo, "Aww look the loopy cunt is avoiding me.." This promptly causes Lenny to kick over the table as he laughs. "I'll do as I please, don't be calling me Chief. Do I look like some fucking red skin peice of shit? Do I run around with face paint and a toma hawk?" He then wags a finger at Carl, before he can speak up "Hush! I only did it once and tequila was involved.." 
Feb 16 14:35:55 :: (GC) @CFaristil is handling @CArturo's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 16 14:42:38 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The door to the establishment opens and a scruffy looking biker comes in and proceeds to walk over to Lenny and Carl. "Yo, we spotted someone poking around on the roof across the street. Not sure if it's anything, but we figured we'd tell you." Suddenly, gunshots sounds from outside, multiple weapons discharging rapidly. "What the fuck?!?" The man turns and runs for the door.
Feb 16 14:43:15 :: (GC) Siol echoed: The door to the establishment opens and a scruffy looking biker comes in and proceeds to walk over to Lenny and Carl. "Yo, we spotted someone poking around on the roof across the street. Not sure if it's anything, but we figured we'd tell you." Suddenly, gunshots sounds from outside, multiple weapons discharging rapidly. "What the fuck?!?" The man turns and runs for the door. (re-echo.)
Feb 16 14:44:30 :: (GC) Siol snoops Lenny
Feb 16 14:47:02 :: (GC) Siol echoed: As the man approaches the motorcycles, the men standing close to them have no hesitation as the suddenly whip guns from nowhere, and fire at him. Several shots plink against the motorcycles before the man takes a blast to the right leg, and he hits the pavement, hard, screaming in agony.
Feb 16 14:56:53 :: (GC) Siol stops snooping
Feb 16 15:10:36 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Arturo
Feb 16 15:13:14 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: As the invisible Lenny, and his thugs, get half-way across the street, a sense of panic insues in Donnie. A simple click is heard besides his breathing as stress mounts. A massive explosion knocks you all to the ground as flames spit everywhere, the shockwave, destroys all glass within a 300m radius, and fire and smoke are everywhere.
Feb 16 15:14:30 :: (GC) Faristil echoed: The glass window explodes, as a noise louder than anything recently heard in your lives screams through the area, flame and smoke spew into the building and the ceiling has collapsed in many areas. Shock in dismay are in place now, as screams are heard and smoke litters the area.
Feb 16 15:41:47 :: (GC) Dizon stops snooping
Feb 16 16:01:13 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Ambulance and Cops Come screaming Past, they Note the thug and place him in a hospital, An officer walks up to Arutro."Sir what happened here?
Feb 16 16:11:26 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Ambulance and Cops Come screaming Past, they Note the thug and place him in a hospital, An officer walks up to Arutro."Sir what happened here?
Feb 16 16:15:48 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The man takes notes down and looks around, he looks at the dammage. "Looks like it was a blast, nothign is on fire, lucky for your store.." he looks at the man and shakes his head. "Sorry Sir.." He chenges his stance a little. "Anyone with you?"
Feb 16 16:19:36 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: The Officer shakes his head for a time being. "No, must be the work of Muslim Extreamist, the Fugitive Christian Moore.." he looks around and calls over his partner. "Witnesses say No one was inside, Handy work of Christian Moore I would say.." The partner nods slighty then turns to Arturo. "You sure you didnt see anyone
Feb 16 16:27:46 :: (GC) Fortang echoed: Nods a few times. "Please, we will be intouch
Feb 16 16:32:22 :: (GC) Dizon snoops Arturo
Feb 16 16:42:15 :: (GC) @CFortang is handling @CArturo's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 16 16:56:51 :: (GC) Carl rposed: The Man Knwn as Carl is sitting at a pooltable shuffling playing cards as he smokes his ciggar, he has a beer infront of him but looks like its not open
Feb 16 17:04:44 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: The door to the bar is opened and in walks three bikers, each uglier than the next. Dressed in their  colors and straight jackets they leisurely make their way towards Carl's table and pull chairs up for themselves. 
Feb 16 17:09:10 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: Two of them grunt at Arturo as they ante up for the opening hand while Lenny orders them a of bud light pitcher and a bottle of jack. Then looking towards Carl he blows the man a kiss and ruffles his hair, "Get off the table and deal bitch monkey." Then looking towards Arturo he grins from ear to ear, "Does it look like we care if you're a cop.. We shot the sheriff.. And the Deputy.. this is our 'domain'." 
Feb 16 17:36:09 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: Leisurely calling the bet Lenny shrugs as Carl departs, "I know what's legit and what's not. But that's cause I'm the one in control." The boys promptly fold and drink their beers in silence. 
Feb 16 17:51:21 :: (GC) Lenny rposed: The Boys gather together, laughing and shrugging the drag Arturo out for a night on the town. The three bikers wearin straight jackets, and the man in the suede and mink jacket...
Feb 16 18:37:47 :: (GC) Arturo votes for Lenny
Feb 16 22:34:05 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Emerging onto Santa Monica is a casually-dressed male, his feet carrying him along at a steady pace. His hands are slipped into the pockets of his blue jeans, his expression alert and tired all at once. The handsome fellow wears a thin, black jacket over a white t-shirt, his blonde-brown hair hanging down just over his forehead. He walks through the crowds with the same casual pace, watching the area around him attentively.
Feb 16 22:42:05 :: (GC) @CDizon is handling @CMario's @Crequest!!@n
Feb 16 22:56:05 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As boringly normal as it may seem, a teen is attempting to read the early edition of the Sunday paper. What is abnormal about this scene is the fact that the rather androgynous figure is doing so by peering over a woman's shoulder, one elbow digging into her back in an almost threatening manner. Cerulean eyes scan the pages with surprising speed, the figure seeming to constantly lean in towards her ear to instruct her to turn the page. After several sections have been read, the cartoons are now reached, at which point the woman appears to ask the teen to continue. A vaguely disgusted expression crosses angelic features, and the willowy figure just walks away into the crowd, leaving behind a rather perplexed bystander.
Feb 16 23:00:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah makes his way through the crowd, his thin leather jacket protecting his thin body from the cool breeze rolling through the street, his legs moving in the same casual manner. His silver-green eyes survey the area with close attention, before the youth's position is located and a small smile stretches his lips as he watches the angelic teen's actions. Once Devon begins to walk away, Elijah changes his own direction to emerge from the crowd right next to the other man. "Hey." He says in his usual way, hands stuffed deeply into the pockets of his blue jeans.
Feb 16 23:06:49 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Apparently terrorists are trying to take over the world and the murder rate is up." The statement is dry in it's tone, making it hard to tell if it's aim is to be educational, or simply commentary on existence as a whole. "Should I be proud or sad at knowing some of the players?" This time, the words actually are in the form of a question, though they have a certain feel to them that suggests that the answer has already been reached within his own mind.
Feb 16 23:13:45 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "I donno. Proud, I guess." Elijah says, wasting no time in sidling up next to his companion before wrapping his arms around the other man's waist. "Terrorists have always been trying to take over the world. Human beings are terrorists." Elijah smiles sadly before leaning forward and pressing his lips into Devon's for a moment or two, savoring the physical contact. When the kiss is broken he leans back and stares into the other man's eyes, apparently trying to get a feel for the angelic youth's mood. "You were really cozy last night." He says, a smile tugging at his lips as he remembers the massage, an odd shimmer in his eyes.
Feb 16 23:25:35 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Returning the kiss and nodding along with his companion's words, Devon's gaze only lingers on the man for a few moments at a time before they dart back into the crowd, filled with both interest and caution. "I was, wasn't I?" One arm loops about the other man's shoulders while the other stretches out before him for an moment. His finger are curled against his palm at first, forming a loose fist, though the soon unfurl in a manner more like silk than flesh and bone. Staring unblinking at them for several long moments, he states, "The thought of humanity being doomed in the end it a strange thing. If they destroy each other, the food chain is severely unbalanced."
Feb 16 23:28:02 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "Yeah." Elijah replies, to both the first question and the second. He shifts his body so that he's standing directly to the angelic youth's side, one arm wrapped about the other man's thin waist, his fingers tapping on Devon's hip in an affectionate manner. "Is tonight the night?" He asks as soon as there's a moment to speak, turning his head to stare at the youth, eyes shimmering with energy and excitement. "I'm ready, Devon."
Feb 16 23:48:41 :: (GC) Elijah votes for Devon
Feb 16 23:59:53 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding once in obvious acknowledgment and understanding, Devon's strides and mood seem to instantly switch, a dark and predatory sense, so often hidden by seeming indifference, making itself known. "Pick your target." The statement is said in such a casual manner, even for Devon, that the softly spoke words could be mistaken for anything else. The look in his eyes, though, is different. That dark look is that of a predator, a primal and raw sense refined with time and experience to create an elegant killer. The fingers on his free hands twitch, as though springing to life by his side. The arm draped about Elijah's shoulders loosens just a bit, hand now only making the faintest of contact.
Feb 17 00:04:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The handsome man nods, a stern, determined expression sliding over his features, though he still clings rather closely to Devon as they begin to walk through the crowds. His eyes flash from face to face, and he appears to be a bit more cautious about who he chooses now, each person given the utmost scrutiny. His eyes seem to gravitate towards alleyways, looking specifically for people hanging out in those areas. "It's my fucking manager." Elijah says, nudging the man at his side gently, his head flipping upward into a nod towards an authoritative-looking fellow walking down the sidewalk, conveniently stepping in front of an alleyway. "Is he too... Important? I'd feel it more, Devon. It would be great. Fucking great...." His arm tightens around the other man, though the grip is less than affectionate.
Feb 17 00:15:24 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Head leaning in closer to the other man, it looks like the pair might just be cuddling. However, the words exchanged are far from the banter of lovers. "To know your victim is to hold power over them." The words roll off Devon's tongue with obvious experience and wisdom in the subject. "However, the police are not to be ignored. Science is a respectable field and anyone can watch TV and realize that a hair or fingerprint is danger." This, too, is said with obvious knowledge on the subject, the vast array of Devon's wisdom barely making itself known. "There's something about an innocent bystander that also brings pleasure." His own gaze pans the seemingly endless wall of nightlife, though no tells are made physically visible.
Feb 17 00:18:53 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: The man pointed out as Elijah's manager is still nearly 30 feet away, and he presses the side of his head into the other man's to mutter into the youth's ear. "I can always burn the body." He says, a sick smile slicing across his handsome features. "But if you really think it's too risky, that's fine. I'd really love to bite out his jugular, though, babe." Elijah turns his head to plant a little kiss against the youth's temple as they near the manager, his arm still slipped comfortably around the other man's waist. "He's pretty innocent. He just annoys me."
Feb 17 00:28:03 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Nodding slowly, a twisted plan can be seen flickering within Devon's eyes. Whispering back, he simply offers, "You and he will meet again. For now, you still need that part of your life." Pausing, his head leans back a little, obviously pondering if he should continue on the topic. Finally, he only explains, "There's time for you and him in the future." The words, while still soft, hold the dark and velvety foreboding that seems to creep into the youth's tone when this subject is spoken of. "For now, keep work and play separate."  The arm about the other man's shoulders tightens once more, pulling him closer as though to console him since his first target was rejected.
Feb 17 01:02:25 :: (GC) Devon rposed: Obvious pleasure flares within Devon's baby blue eyes as he watches the actions of his ward with pride. As the other man charges ahead, he pauses, checking the area with a keen eyes, obviously knowing what to look for from years of experience. Both arms rise upwards, elbows bending so that his hands can cover his ears. When he peers outside of the alley, his eyes also squint against the glare of camera flashes. Seeming to feel pretty safe and secure, his arms lower and his eyes open fully once more. One limb continues to drop down further, long fingers snapping open one of his cargo pockets so that his hand can reach inside. When it's withdrawn, a pair of latex gloves are in his grasp. The pocket is snapped tight again before he walks over to the other man to hand him the gloves. After they've been taken, he resumes his position as both observer and watchman, hands rising to cover his ears once more.
Feb 17 01:18:14 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Pressing the man firmly against the wall with his shoulder, Elijah pulls the gloves onto his hands quickly and efficiently. When this is done he turns back and presses the entirety of his hand against the man's face, fingers splayed out, palm pressed in the center of the victim's nose before he shoves back, hard, and causing the back of the man's head to collide with the brick wall. A muffled 'crack' can be heard as Elijah does this, a grimace on his features as he prepares for his second attack.
Feb 17 01:27:19 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the almost sickening crack is heard, Devon removes one hand slightly to savor the sound, this simply noise seeming to bring him intense pleasure. A twisted little grin spready across his rosy lips, somehow still looking alluring on the angelic visage. His eyes, too, hold an obvious look of appreciation concerning his ward's actions. From time to time, he turns away from the scene in the alley to check the area, eyes scanning the crowd with his usual suspicious caution. Both hands remain firmly pressed to his ears once more, though his neck does arch slightly as he turns his head fully around to offer a nod of approval to his companion, the simple motion holding a deeper sense of mirth.
Feb 17 01:35:33 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Elijah presses the man firmly against the wall, the violence seeping into his movements and his features. His head suddenly shoots forward and his teeth are barred as he moves to snap at the man's throat with his teeth, but the victim moves his head and neck in time to dodge the bite, before his own teeth clamp down on Elijah's shoulder. Elijah lets out a grunt of pain, gritting his teeth to hold in any loud sounds.
Feb 17 01:55:34 :: (GC) Devon rposed: "Be careful. Your teeth are traceable as well if you've ever had a cavity. Mine are... a little more durable." One brow arches slightly as Elijah is bit himself, Devon's eyes transversing the victim's body. "Use your blood. You should still have enough to fuel you." Eyeing the place on the victim's neck that his ward attempted to bit, another bout of inspiration strikes. "Windpipe.", is the only hint given though. Seeming to suddenly remember his current position as lookout, his eyes once more shift to keep vigil.
Feb 17 02:03:31 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Anger erupts over the handsome man's face as he takes his right hand off of the victim's shoulder and raises it, clearly having lost his patience with the killing process. His fingers grip the man's hair for the second time, before pushing the head back once, then twice in rapid succession. Another sickening crack can be heard from the back of the man's head, and on the second quick thrust, the back of his skull practically smashes open, spurts of blood spraying onto Elijah's cheek and shirt collar. He throws the body to the ground and stoops down, picking up the flask the victim had previously held. "Persistent fucker." Elijah opens the flask with one hand, carelessly pouring the liquid inside over the slumped form of the dead man. The alcohol splashes over the man, his face, his clothing, before trickling onto the ground. Elijah produces a book of matches and takes a few steps back, in the direction opposite of the one they had come. "You might want to get a few seconds head start, Devon, since fire
Feb 17 02:03:41 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: "You might want to get a few seconds head start, Devon, since fire isn't good for you."
Feb 17 02:13:15 :: (GC) Devon rposed: As the kill is completed Devon's entire being seems to hold a sense of pride. Hands lowering from their position covering his ears, his arms drop to his sides, fingers resuming the flexing motion, seeming to be drumming the air. Obviously reluctant to accept his weakness and leave first, he idles at the mouth of the alley for several moments. His innate understanding of his body finally seems to win over and he simply states, "Two blocks south, one east." Nodding once, he strides away, never looking back, casual pace enabling him to quickly merge once more with the crowd.
Feb 17 02:14:26 :: (GC) Elijah rposed: Orange light fills the alleyway before the waiter simply leaves as well, nearly a minute after watching the body burn, flames illuminating his disturbingly content features.
Feb 17 02:29:48 :: (GC) Patrick frozen by Endymion.
Feb 17 02:29:50 :: (GC) Devon frozen by Endymion.
Feb 17 02:30:00 :: (GC) Patrick un-frozen by Endymion.
Feb 17 02:30:02 :: (GC) Devon un-frozen by Endymion.
