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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 13:26:52 GMT -5
Misty
Skyra shot a look to her left, seeing the man sitting besides her. He smelled utterly delectable, and her tiny fangs throbbed with want. A glint of metal caught her eyes, and she noticed the ring on his hand. Married, eh? Shame, shame... She knew she couldn't get this man in her normal way, so she decided to loosen up a little bit.
It started with a few subtle movements, just to trick his mind. Unfolding her leg and then shifting slightly was her first move. Waiting a few moments later, she 'nervously' plucked at the hem of her dress, making a show of trying to lengthen it. She fiddled with one of the straps, then folded her hands in her lap and played with her fingernails.
With her expression shifting to a slightly nervous tone, she glanced over at Lucas. "Friends drag you out?..." She asked shyly, her eyebrows drawn together slightly to give her a worried, nervous look. She pushed her hair behind her ear, a classic 'I'm uncomfortable' symbol as she looked back over at the dancing crowd. "Mine did. Dancing isn't really my thing. Even my boyfriend says so," She cracked a nervous grin, tugging at the hem of her dress again.
Sooo many lies, it was a wonder her rear end wasn't on fire. She fell back into silence, scooting slightly away from another man who sat on her other side. He was clearly watching her, but her low-confidence aura made him look away again. She let go of a fake breath in relief, running her hand through her brown-black hair nervously.
Larx
Zanessa dropped her keys, whirling around to see Thomas. Her neon orange eyes were sparkling with anger and a little bit of fear as she retrieved her keys from the ground, shoving them into her bag. She was silent for a minute as she checked the door, making sure it was locked. As she confirmed that she had, in fact, managed to lock the door, she ran a hand through her hair, tucking some behind her ear to bare the upside down cross tattoo, the raised line that went down the center that used to be an ugly red scar.
"What the hell is going on?" She asked, her voice surpringly calm and collected for such a terrifying moment for her. In the natural light, it was clear she wasn't that old - twenty three at the latest. Zanessa was, in fact, twenty one years old. She liked how she looked in her dark, so-called "emo" get up, so she continued to wear it since junior year of high school. With her luminescent hunting - orange eyes locked on Thomas, she jerked on her leather jacket, pulling on her leather riding gloves afterwards.
Sure, she appeared calm, cool, and collected - but underneath, all hell was breaking loose. Anger, fear, panic; it was all clouding through her judgement, making her hands shaky and the pain of her first hunger worse. She didn't know what she craved. At least, that's what she told herself. She knew from the moment she stepped outside her apartment, all of the blood scents in Las Vegas tainted her thoughts, making her long, elegant fangs itch to be used for the first time.
Denying the instinct was strange, uncomfortable, even agony - but she was still doing it. Swallowing her pride, she lowered her eyes away from Thomas, submitting to his presence. "How can I make this stop?"
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 5, 2016 14:46:06 GMT -5
Thomas watched her with his blank stare as he kept his hands peacefully in his pockets. He couldn't help, but laugh a little at her questions. He thought someone like her would have assumed she was a vampire, or zombie. It was every day some guy bit you at a bar, but whatever maybe she was slightly more normal then he thought. The question of her cravin confused him for a moment. He hadn't craved anything for a long time. That was kind of a newbie thing, and well he hadn't been a newbie for a long time now. Hell blood was just like medicine to him if he had any cravings ever it was for a white castle burger while he was high.
It took him a moment before he realized how to answer her question. This was the first time he had attempted to mentor a newbie, and so far he wasn't liking it. "Brains." He joked simply with a laugh. "I turned you into an undead zombie~" He continued the joke however he stopped after a few moments, and sighed. "You're a vampire, harry." He decided to say opening his mouth, and pointing to his owns fangs. "You emo kids worship us so I'd assumed you understand that much." He stated with an almost bored tone. Maybe he should have took something before doing all this, as it was pretty boring. However he didn't want to risk doing something stupid in the daylight. He was kind of already annoyed he was out during the daytime.
"You're probably craving blood, you newbies tend to like that cough medicine." Thomas informed as he took one hand out of his pocket to take out a smoke. "Now if you don't believe me just step into the sun, and feel the burn." He added as he lit his smoke, and continued looking at her. His eyes were pretty normal being a tame brown color. Yep, nothing besides his teeth pointed to him being a creature of the night. "I'd recommend hunting down something. My bite was like a poison, and the pain won't go away til you have some medicine." He simply stated he looked at blood like it was a pain killer. Some vampires took it only when they needed it like himself, and some where junkies to to it. "Oh yea we don't sparkle, we burn" He added deciding to get some of the key notes down. "Blood isn't needed, it's like medicine. Though it can be addicting" He added thinking of more things to say. "I don't sleep in a coffin, nor do I have an adopted family of vampires who hunt down animals." He laughed poking fun of media. "Oh yea, and sadly I don't an army of beautiful women vampires to do my bidding." He sighed thinking he covered it all. "From what I can tell being a vampire means a few things. Power, neverending life, and being able to take junk without the side effect of foaming at the mouth, and dying." He stated, and took out his phone. "We good? Can I leave feeling I accomplished the stupid code of showing you the ropes?" He asked, and sighed remembering the stupid code. He took out an old napkin that he wrote the code down on, and tossed at her. "Oh, and follow that I guess."
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Post by Misty on Sept 5, 2016 14:53:02 GMT -5
Lucas raised the glass to his mouth and took a sip from it as he watched his friends grab their drinks and go to the floor to dance. He let out a sigh to himself as he held the glass in his hands before setting it on the counter behind him and pushing a hand through his hair. The keys were safe in his pocket, so all he had to do now was wait for his friends to call it quits for the night. He knew that it would be a while because they wanted to drink, loosen up, and meet girls – all things Lucas didn’t have an interest in.
He turned in his seat slightly to see Skyra shift uncomfortably and pull her dress down. At first, he didn’t pay her much attention because he didn’t think anything of her behavior. He figured that the fewer people he talked to, the less likely it would be that he found trouble. Lucas reached for his glass again and took another sip of the drink before hearing her talk to him. It would be rude to not respond, so he looked over at her, finally realizing how short the dress was on her. “Uh, yeah,” he admitted. “They’re somewhere out on the floor. This really isn’t my thing anymore.” At the mention of her boyfriend and dancing not being her thing, he raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you here if it’s not your thing? Surely he wouldn’t bring you here if he says it isn’t your thing.”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 15:05:58 GMT -5
Zanessa yanked the napkin out of the air with one swipe of ehr hand, folding it without looking and tucking it into her bag. She was silent for a moment, watching him with cold eyes.
Finally, her expression filtered into a look of complete disgust. "How low can somebody go?" Her voice was surprisingly quiet against the disgust all over her face as she looked at him. She took a few strides towards him, heavy boots hitting the ground with a dull thud. She stopped barely a foot away from him, her icy, neon orange eyes glaring into his as she invaded his space.
"Your pride was a little scratched, huh?" She kept speaking with her cold voice, just as quiet as before. "And that made you angry. So instead of dealing with it maturely, you tuck it against someone else. Popping pills, shooting up. I may look like some stereotypical emo child, but that's because I know how to f--- the world in the a-- and do what I want on my own terms. I don't worship anyone. Much less a heartless cu-- like you. So maybe instead of turning people into this and dropping by with a few scribbles on a piece of glorified tissue, all because your pride was a little dented by their attitude and appearance, you can try reading a book or two on how the real world works."
She jerked away from him as if he was a filthy garbage rat, her pierced lips scowling with disgust as she headed for the garage of the apartment building. "Thanks for the warning about sunlight. I'll make sure to pull up my hood," She said, her voice tinged with mockery as she did just as she said, tugging the hood of her jacket over her head so her face was shaded. Walking towards a sleek black '67 Chevy Impala, Zanessa tossed her bag into the back seat, her gloved hands protected from the sun.
She paused for a moment, however, as she felt something. It wasn't a physical feeling, but almost. A little pull on the back of her mind, like someone texting a door to get into her thoughts. Instinctively, she slammed ehr will against the entrance to fortify it, deny the strange feeling entry. She shivered and ducked into the drivers seat, starting the car.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 15:17:46 GMT -5
Skyra gave a nervous smile, stirring her drink with her straw. "Oh... No, no, he wouldn't. He's at home, lucky guy." She gave another cute, nervous laugh, picking at the edge of her dress. "His sister brought me out here tonight. She's a bit of a troll when it comes to that kind of thing." She shrugged her shoulders, shifting uncomfortably. She picked up her purse, placing it on her lap as she dug through it. Her cell phone was tucked under everything else, turned off.
"Oh, goodness gracious..." She sighed, closing her purse and running her hand through her hair stressfully. She turned back to Lucas, an apologetic smile on her sweet face. "I'm so, so sorry, but do you happen to have a cell I can call my boyfriend with? I'm really not comfortable here..." She trailed off, giving a pointed look over towards a few men who were looking at her with lustful expressions.
"There isn't service in here, but if there's an area out there what the signal reaches. I'm really sorry about this," She apologized again, willing a blush to come across her face. Honestly, humans were so easy to bend. Emotions ruled over logic, but that just made things easier when it came down to finding food.
Robin
Hello!!! Did you have any thought into the plot you would like? ^~^
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 15:36:45 GMT -5
Robin YOU HAVE UNLEASHED THE MONSTER FANGIRL Here's a list x3 -MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN MERLIN <3 -Doctor Who -Supernatural -The 100 -Maximum Ride -Percy Jackson -The Kane Chronicles -Harry Potter (For the W I N) -Eragon (If you haven't read it, GO TO A LIBRARY NOW) -Like 500 more I don't wanna list. So, let's see here... You can do whatever you'd like for the plot, and if I see something that can make it even better, I'll point it out??
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Post by Misty on Sept 5, 2016 15:38:07 GMT -5
“Wish I could be at home,” Lucas mumbled to himself as he finished his drink. He set the empty glass on the counter behind him. “It sure seems like she wants you to be uncomfortable while she has fun,” he commented, realizing the parallels to his own situation. As Skyra picked up her purse, he looked away from her and toward the floor to try find his friends. He quickly gave up looking for them as he realized they were likely in the middle and making fools of themselves.
He let out a sigh to himself and pushed a hand through his hair before looking back over at her as she spoke. “I do,” he said, somewhat uneasy with lending her his phone. It was too loud in the club to have a proper conversation on the phone. Lucas stood and pulled out his cell phone and checked the top corner to indicate how strong the signal was. Skyra was right: the signal was weak, so she would have to go outside to make the call.
“Look, it’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t like lending my phone to people without it in my sight,” Lucas said. “You can use it, but I don’t want it out of my sight.” Some people would find the request unusual, but he had had a phone stolen from him in high school when a stranger had asked to use it.
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 5, 2016 18:32:46 GMT -5
(Sorry went for a little drive.)
Thomas watched her with his forever bored eyes, and yawned a bit when she got in his face. He wasn't bother by her words tonight mainly because he hadn't done any of those things she listed yet. He planned to once he got home, but he was doing this sober enough. 'Oh yea the mind control thing' He thought with a small laugh to himself as he watched her walk away from him. Seeing her dive off he simply began walking again heading off to his small apartment. He did want to be in the heat anymore, and was ready for a good dose of the good stuff. Also this girl didn't seem to want his help so he didn't feel like going out of his way.
In fact he'd wait for her to come running to him for help. Maybe on how to kill someone, or something else she wasn't for sure if she'd even come her pride was pretty high, higher than his own in fact. He had taken all the help his turner would give him which wasn't a lot. In fact all his turner did was toss him a bloody hand to snack on. That was it never did he see her again she was like ghost. He didn't even know if his turner was still around. Some vampires tended to stick around a long time, much like himself. However it was pretty clear Thomas was on the last strings of living himself. He just wasn't ready to see what came after, especially for someone who could be labelled as five different serial killers, one evil general, and the vampire part itself wasn't going to go far.
Upon reaching his apartment he sat down in the crappy arm chair, and grabbed a needle. At this point he was a master at doing it. Once it settled into his system he laid back in the chair, and thought for a moment before deciding to try out the mind control thing he seemed to be able to do with vampires he turns. 'How you doing sweet stuff? Get burnt alive yet? Do me a favor, and bring me some white castles.' He didn't know for sure if it'd work, but he'd seen a friend do it before, and if it did work he wanted to see the look on the girl's face when she delivers him burgers. It would be hilarious! If it didn't work, he'd simply wait for her to come to him by herself.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2016 19:27:44 GMT -5
Robin Lay it on me x3
Misty
Skyra looked a little embarrassed at this, asking her eyes down and tucking some hair behind her ear again. "Oh, of course, I'm sorry," She apologized again, blushing a little more. She tugged ehr drew down again, getting to her feet. "Uhm, can we just step out for a minute? I'll stay close," She said in a rush.
Internally, Skyra was already preening herself, ready to pounce. As soon as that door closed behind them - boom, she'd be onto him like a cat on mouse. Of course, Skyra was planning on having a little bit of fun with her prey first. What kind of a death was a quick one? Maybe just a slow, drawn-out drink-athon for her before she ditched his body in a dumpster or something. Or better yet....
What if she gave his wife something to have back? Now, Skyra was thinking along the terms of sadistic enjoyment - send the new Vampling home to his wife, right at the brink of his thirst. See how he handled being so close to another warm, blood-filled being. She shivered internally at the thought of this man in heart-breaking sobs as he realized that he was the one who killed his own wife.
But of course, Skyras external form was a shy, nervous young woman who was dragged into a club against her will. And not only the club, but a rather slinky dress that she seemed pretty uncomfortable in.
Larx
Zanessa nearly crashed as the little voice barged into her thoughts, almost taking over her body. She clenched her hands on the steering wheel and ground her teeth, her fangs catching on her lips just a bit. The thirst had been unbearable for a point of time, so she had parked in the middle of an empty parking lot. She racked her neck, the satisfying jolts traveling down her back lending her an extra ounce of mental stability.
She threw her will against his, nearly crushing it immediately. Of course, once her will backed away, hissing threateningly, se felt a little more free. White Castles, eh? She grinned slightly, and started her engine again. The classic Impala purred to life, smoothly driving down the road.
Half an hour later, Zanessa was in front of Thomas's apartment. She opened the front door, a brow raising as she found it unlocked. She waltzed straight in and dumped a huge armload of white paper cut out into the shapes of castles. "Here's your white castl-" She suddenly broke off, her entire body stiffening as she noticed the equipment he used to get himself into that high. She shuddered and turned her back, old addictions sweeping across her will.
"Be careful with those," She spat, angry at herself for even daring to offer those words. However, she had been through three years of rehab to get off those hard-core drugs, and she swore to herself that if she ever saw someone use them, she would say those words. Her pupils dialated as she clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as desire for the shooting came creeping into the back of her mind.
Blood would heal her. She heard him loud and clear, and she knew that if she shot up one more time, a single bite could take it away again. She almost broke and swiped the drugs, but managed to straighten her posture and lift her chin again, hands relaxing. "Enjoy your White Castles," She said lightly, waltzing towards the door.
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Post by Misty on Sept 5, 2016 19:41:30 GMT -5
With his phone in hand, Lucas nodded. “Sure,” he said, standing as he glanced at the door and then the floor. He hoped that none of his friends saw this happening, because they would surely question what he was doing. And after he told them what he thought was going to happen – that they had just stepped outside so Skyra could use his phone – they would tease him about it and likely tell his wife about it, which could easily turn into a headache. She already didn’t want him here, and the story would create tension between them.
He began walking toward the door, glancing over his shoulder to make sure that she was following him. Once outside, he stood a few feet away from the door and held out his cell phone. “Just make it quick,” he said. “I don’t need anyone to see this and create a story about how I’m cheating on my wife after six months of marriage.”
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Post by Sabby The Caddy on Sept 5, 2016 19:47:42 GMT -5
Thomas hadn't expected it to work in all honesty, in fact he had little hope it that would work. However his eyes looked up when he heard the creaky sound of his door opening meaning someone came in. Yea he didn't keep it locked mainly because if someone broke in all they'd find was drugs, beer, and smokes. He didn't really own anything to fancy. Plus if someone broke in he'd get a free bottle of medicine so he just tended to leave it unlocked. So when he heard the sound of the door opening he stood up suddenly, and because of the drug fall down into a cabinet that based on how broken it was, had this happen a lot to it. He had gotten up just in case it was someone breaking in because he truly didn't believe his little trick would work. However as he forced himself onto his back he saw his new fledgling carrying white castles in her arms.
"By the bloody gods it f------ worked!" Thomas commented in a doped up voice as he focused his gaze on the girl. He heard her comment about the drug, and simply waved it off. "I'm already dead." He laughed, and stood up using the wall as a support. He then noticed her eyeing his little needles, and smiled. "I got more than enough if you want one~" He offered mainly joking it seemed like she was trying to stop. As he finally stood up he moved his hand to his stomach, and sighed as he ripped out a piece of the cabinet he landed on. "Man oh man look at that." He commented in his goofy state as he landed back in his chair.
He noticed her leaving, and decided to be nice since he did force her to do his bidding. "Yo, you get some blood yet?" He questioned her as he rubbed the back of his neck. "If not come here, and help an old man up." He commanded though he didn't use his new power. "I got some jarred, and I know miss too good for me don't want my help. However think of it as payment." He laughed as he waited to see what she'd do. He did have a few jars of the good stuff in storage. It was odd, but it was a good way to cure a bad hangover, or when he did stupid things like get impaled by a piece of cabinet.
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Post by rose on Sept 5, 2016 23:12:08 GMT -5
I'd like to be the supposedly mute girl if that's okay :3
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 16:54:55 GMT -5
Everyone in general: *Heavy breathing as I finally sit at my keyboard* I filled out... So many packets.... Paper work... College... Financial Aid... Accepted into Harvard... *Faints*
Robin Sounds great, I love it.
Rose Sure thing honey. Would you prefer me to start? :)
Misty
Skyra dipped her head gratefully, taking the phone. She dialed in a number and held it up to her ear. "David? Hi, baby. U-Uhm, your sister went too far...." There was muffled speach on the other side of the phone, and Skyras face seemed to flood in relief.
"Okay, babe. When do you think you'll be here? Oh, I'm using someone else's phone so I have to hang up soon." She added quickly. The muffled voice came through again. Skyra sighed slightly, running a hand through her pretty hair. "Well... I mean... Tere's just a bunch of men looking. You sister made me wear on of her dresses... Okay baby. See you in a minute."
She hung up the phone, handing it back over to Lucas. "Thank you so much, sir. I'm sorry to drag you out," She gave a nervous smile, holding out her hand for a friendly handshake.
As soon as Lucas's hand touched hers, she transformed. She grabbed his wrist and slammed it against his own chest, his back hitting the brick wall behind him with a painful crash. She gripped her hand across his throat with impossible strength, near pastel-blue eyes suddenly draining of all shyness and replaced with sick glee. "Tsk tsk," she tuttered, cutting off his air supply with one hand, pining his wrists together against his chest with the other.
She barred her teeth, her small fangs glinting dangerously. "Humans," She hissed with disgust and glee mixed together into a deadly tonic, "So easily manipulated," she flexed her hand across his throat, her nails scratching across his neck. "Welcome to my world, pest," She growled before jerking her hand away and sinking her fangs into his neck, paralyzingly him.
Larx
Zanessa clenched her fists again, the muscles in her back visibly tensing through her leather jacket. Her pupils shrank to pinpoints, her teeth clenching until her fangs stung into her lip - the slight sweetness of her own blood made her cravings ten times worse. She clearly fought internally against her will, shivering as she forced her addictive urges back.
"No, I haven't," She hissed, turning to glare at him with Halloween-colored eyes. "Sorry I haven't found the will to sink protruding bones sticking from my skull into someone's neck to drink their bloo-" She broke herself off, looking down and raising a hand, almost apologetically as she forced her sarcasm to switch off for a moment. She held up one finger, chewing on her lip as she choked back all the smart-a55 comments welling in her mind.
After a short moment, she seemed to manage together herself under control. Even if her eyes were still fierce with anger, she finally gave in and walked towards Thomas, holding out her hand. "Please," She said calmly, looking down in shame as her urges for the high finally won. Why not? said the little, awful part of her brain that controlled her durring her teenage years. Lines of angel dust and shots of rush - rolled dollar bills and fat paper squares with smiley neon faces. Bottles of booze, mystery pills and hanging at corners in fishnets to get a few extra dollars for her habits.
But, said the slimy part of her brain, if this vampire wads right, just a sip or two of blood can take away the deprivation urges. She could have the highs and trips and lows without any of the side effects.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 18:12:06 GMT -5
Sure thing, Robin. I'll message you.
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Post by Misty on Sept 7, 2016 20:16:38 GMT -5
(Congrats on being accepted to Harvard!)
Lucas barely had a grip on his phone when Skyra pushed him into the brick wall. His phone fell to the ground, and the screen shattered. Of course, he had bigger issues than a cracked phone screen to worry about at the moment. His eyes went wide as she put one hand around his throat and used the other to prevent him from moving his arms. His thoughts were racing, and the only betrayal of that was his widened eyes.
Once the initial panic disappeared, he managed to cough out, “What the-?!” He cut himself off when he realized how hard it was to speak with her hand around his throat and when he saw her fangs. Immediately, that explained everything for him (he was not proud to admit that he had been roped into seeing the Twilight movies with his sisters when they first came out), and his first thought was that she was going to kill him. Once Skyra bit him, he immediately froze as he felt a burning sensation rip through his body. While he couldn’t bring himself to say anything, he was calling Skyra every insulting and profane thing he could think of.
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Post by rose on Sept 7, 2016 22:40:21 GMT -5
(Yes, and really? Harvard is my dream school. If you don't mind me asking, what are you studying?)
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