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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 21:04:06 GMT -5
( everyone at the party seems to be going "this party sucks i'mma bounce" then heads out to the nightclub to make mischief
oh my goodness that kitten sounds adorable! )
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 21:05:34 GMT -5
Yay it's good to know some people who're joining in on the raid
I'm working on the starter ever so slowly. We're almost to the part where Grace sees Petra and is just "lmao nope heck u kid my plans are more important" so it's almost done? Almost ready to get this ball rolling))
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 21:11:25 GMT -5
{ i'm so excited for this raid to start it's gonna be chaos }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 21:22:24 GMT -5
Grace is so much fun to write for. She's a little ball of rage and hate and I don't gaf and I love her))
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 21:27:38 GMT -5
[ hmmm. should Nathanael find Grace or should he end up inside and being part of the mess. hm hm hm. decisions. ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 21:34:58 GMT -5
Up to you, Shades!))
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 21:41:20 GMT -5
Oh man. This hasn't even started yet and Gracie's already miffed. This is gonna be beautiful
I'll post in a minute cx))
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 21:48:20 GMT -5
The Hype nightclub was packed to capacity tonight, drawing in a much larger crowd than usual likely because of the holiday. Bodies crammed together on the dance floor, human and vampire alike, indistinguishable from each other to the untrained eye. To Grace, the difference between them was like night and day. Vampires moved with a swift, fluid gracefulness that no human possessed. She had to admit, it was beautiful to watch them dance, unlike the jerky, awkward movement of the humans in the crowd, which stood out like a sore thumb.
Of course, the fangs made it pretty easy to tell, too. She could see them easily, flashing white as ivory in the multicolored strobe lights flashing in the darkness.
It was easy to see why vampires had chosen this as their hub of sorts. The place attracted more humans than any other nightclub in town, coming to escape their sorrows or to find a quick hookup. There was plenty of blood and flesh to go around.
The thought made her lip curl. What vermin vampires were, a disease infecting humanity, sucking away all that made them human and leaving bloodstained trails in their wake. Of course she did the same. But at least she did it for a good cause. Vampires hunted for bloodlust; she did it to protect humanity. The Stoker cause was one she was proud of, and she was even prouder to carry the family's future. One day, it would be her legacy she was fighting for, and she would do it happily, without ever second guessing the rightness of her actions.
The thought of that world-- a free world, one without vampires-- brought a smile to her face.
The woman wove through the fringes of the crowd, her observant gaze scanning the scene before her. Given the massive crowd, it was no small wonder that nobody had recognized her; although any vampire who did not recognize the likes of Grace Stoker could be pegged a fool, Hype was simply too crowded for anyone to get a good enough look. Which, given the circumstances, was not such a bad thing. Grace knew she was a fantastic hunter, one of the best there was, but even she knew that to be revealed as a hunter in the middle of a nightclub filled with her enemies, without satisfactory backup, would be certain death no matter how hard she fought.
Soon, she thought to herself, her fingers curling in on themselves as she imagined the feel of the familiar hawthorn handle, the familiar resistance of vampire flesh before the tip of the silver blade sank in. But not yet.
Reluctantly she slipped from the throng, passing into the thin strip of unoccupied space between the dance floor and the wall. Her team was waiting. But first, she had a job to do. Tearing her gaze from the crowd, she slipped along the wall toward the bar, careful not to let herself wander into the faint yellow glow cast by the light above it. She examined the fixture momentarily, wondering if it could be weaponized, but she quickly dismissed the idea. It was far too dim to cause any real harm.
Thoughtfully, she allowed her gaze to scan the bar. The bartender was undoubtedly human, judging from the way that he recoiled from the few vamps who had set up at the bar. He probably didn't even realize himself that he was doing it; it was a natural reaction that most humans had that was just one more reason that vampires had to be eliminated.
She let her gaze sweep the bar one last time, then turned, ready to head outside and give her team the signal to move in. A moment later she caught sight of something that made her blood turn to ice: Petra Morgenstern.
What the hell is Petra doing here? Even the thought sounded cranky. Grace had thought that all of the Morgenstern Coven would be drinking blood wine and partying back at Stoker Manor all night. Heck, she had specifically been told that none of the coven should be here; this raid was Stokers only. No. Vampires. Allowed.
Which meant one thing: the Morgensterns had no clue in the world where their youngest child was. Not good. Even worse, Grace recognized the vampire she was oh so casually chatting up: Mickey (whose last name she actually didn't know. Did he even have one?). Oh, yes. She knew the vampire rather well. Which meant that she couldn't exactly swoop in and tell the Morgenstern pest to get lost without blowing her cover in stupendous fashion.
A scowl crossed her face. Well then, so be it. She's a grown woman. Why should I babysit her? Let her deal with it herself.
With that happy thought, Grace stalked forward, slipping quietly through a curtain that concealed the empty space behind the bar. There was a handy little back door that she had entered through that would be an excellent point of attack; the crowd out front trying to get in would keep vamps from simply escaping out the front, and she had found no other exits.
Scowling, she pushed open the door with a flat palm, casually stepping over the body of the vampire guard she had dispatched earlier to get in.
"Petra wants to make herself a pest, huh?" She grumbled to herself, letting the metal door swing closed on her boot to keep from getting locked out. "Fine, then. I'm not going to wait up for her pretty little rear end to leave."
She cast her irritated gaze around the vacant alley. Why weren't the others in position? They were supposed to be here!
"Bastien!" She hissed into the alley, her patience already worn thin as tissue paper. "Where the hell are you?"
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 21:48:28 GMT -5
{ i can't wait to see how this goes mickey is gonna throw a smoke bomb and vanish ....in reality he just hid behind the bar }
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 21:51:06 GMT -5
[ my favorite part in Men in Black is when Will Smith moves the table like: you go man. You get the table. ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 21:56:03 GMT -5
The nice thing about being a vampire for over a hundred years was being able to tune out all the white noise that came with enhanced senses. So instead of being bombarded with all the scents and sights Hawthorn didnβt have to fall victim to her own desires. That included the poor girl that spilled through the club, blood trailing between her fingers as she fled towards the bathroom. βCourse, if Hawthorn had noticed that girl she would have been on her feet to help...and try not to finish the job someone else started.
Anβ despite being a wielder of those heightened senses, Hawthorn didnβt need them to see that Arthur was more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full βa rockinβ chairs. She caught the way his eyes darted towards the dance floor with a searching look. Caught the way another boy looked back at him and took his drink in one swallow. Hawthorn werenβt at all surprised, she couldnβt figger any other way a fidgety boy like the one before her would find himself in a nightclub that was more feeding ground than watering hole.
A laugh bubbled up in Hawthornβs throat and her bright eyes, river silt and copper, fixed on Arthur like they could see straight through him. βThat makes sense to me, still do things to impress my Momma even though sheβs been rightly dead for over hundred years. But, we gotta honor our parents.β
βDonβt mind if I do!β Hawthorn declared as she took up the empty seat next to Arthurβs and kicked her foot up over her leg. βArty, can I call you Arty? Well, Arty, Iβd like to see you try anβ bite me.β She grinned, those delicate fangs of hers flashing in the light. βLord knows I can bite back,β Hawthorn laughed again and gave a shake of her head. βIβm just joshinβ ya, I wouldna harm a hair on yer head.β
Not the best time to make a joke when it was clear that Arthur would rather be hiding under his porch than juking βn jiving at a ditzy nightclub buried deep in the dark twisted streets of Paradise City.
βNot so much South as Southwest,β she tilted her head and let those sunshine curls spill across her shoulder. βBiscuits?β Almost caught off guard by such an odd question. Her finger tapped lightly on her chin as she let herself think. βBeen years since I had a biscuits, I figger theyβre good eating though. And Aunt Jemima, well sheβs βbout the sweetest lady I know.β Another laugh, as Hawthorn delighted in her own joke.
Concern glinted in those eyes of her and her grin faltered a moment.
βWhyβre you here, Arty? You donβt look the type who comes to these places often. You look like you got a chest full βa woodpeckers, my friend.β Her brow knitted together as she watched him a moment longer. βIβll leave ya alone if ya want me to. I wonβt keep you verbally hostage so long as you ask.β
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 21:58:39 GMT -5
[ i personally love Hawthorne. Mickey and Petra be damned. ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 22:03:52 GMT -5
( at least someone can appreciate her! )
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 22:04:02 GMT -5
[ I have Nathanael mostly done. But I think he'll show up for the actual raid or the beginning of it. In the meantime, I'll get another Arthur post out. ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 22:06:55 GMT -5
( i'll get a post up for a abbud once the raid starts so my poor boy can go hide behind the bar and try really hard not to cry )
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 22:09:08 GMT -5
[ can Arthur join him? Ha ha on another note. I'm 500% sure Arthur has a snaggletooth. My cat does. It makes him a baby. ]
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Post by ππππΎππ»πΊπ½ππΎπ on Dec 19, 2017 22:10:38 GMT -5
{ personally? i'm excited for after the raid when gabriel and phoebe show up~ }
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 22:10:49 GMT -5
Skylar will probably cower there with everyone and cry tbh))
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 22:20:43 GMT -5
( so far for the Cower and Cry Club we have Abbud, Arthur, and Skylar. spaces are limited so if anyone else would like to sign up they should do so now )
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Post by Lea on Dec 19, 2017 22:25:27 GMT -5
bastien doing bastien things
Alleyways were not the place Bastien liked to spend his time. So, as soon as Grace disappeared within Hype to do a quick look around, he slipped away. Of course, he'd be right back, he just wanted to....do a quick look around.
He didn't go inside Hype, he didn't want to be caught by the ear and dragged back outside. No, he just wandered a little way down the alleyway, and climbed up a fire escape, and looked out across Paradise City from atop a building. The city was pretty at night, with all the lights. Imagine how much more beautiful it would be without vampires. The thought crossed his mind and he began to ponder the alliance between the hunters and the Morgenstern's. This is dumb. The thought was common among both hunters and vampires, no one like the alliance, but he guessed it was important for the safety of all the foolish humans - regular civilian humans.
Bastien sat on the edge of the building, resting his elbow on his knee and his head on his hand. His other hand fumbled with his silver blade. Bastien, where the hell are you?
Oops.
He slid his blade into his sheath and jumped onto the fire escape, sliding down the ladder and jumping to hit the ground moments later. From there, you'd expect him to rush down the alley, but instead he strolled down the alley. He ran a hand through his hair and popped his head around the corner, "Yes, Ms. Stoker?" he said, giving a toothy grin, "Are we attacking now? Or do you wanna do another quick look around? I could really use a drink right about now."
(h8 this short little response for bastien sorry loves)
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 22:26:09 GMT -5
Abbud should totally invite Skylar to join his support group. She needs it imo))
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 22:27:20 GMT -5
Abbud should totally invite Skylar to join his support group. She needs it imo))I honestly had the same thought. let's do it)
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 22:27:45 GMT -5
Omg Grace is gonna kill Bastien at some point, this is fantastic xD))
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 22:28:00 GMT -5
[ if he does it in front of Arty, then you got Arty coming along too ]
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Post by servalstrike on Dec 19, 2017 22:36:00 GMT -5
( even better. let's get a whole thing going. all the vampires can join the support group )
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Post by shades on Dec 19, 2017 22:38:12 GMT -5
[ maverick will insist on coming. he'll sit in the back, chug a bottle of wine, and when they ask "you got any problems?" he belches and points to Arty and says "yeah, keeping an eye on my kid" because i don't know why, but for some reason i can NOT have maverick without arty. ]
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Post by Salted Squid on Dec 19, 2017 22:41:20 GMT -5
Skylar would be timid and cute and shy at first but then she'd probably end up like "ok you saved my life now don't talk to me"))
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