【Ｔｈｅ　ｅｏｎｓ　ｍａｙ　ｐａｓｓ】- Small Group RP (Closed)

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It was easy to miss him.

Hideo Noh made his way through the crowded streets of the farmer's market, dressed simply in neutral-toned, loose layers, as close as he could get to the haori and hakama he still preferred without standing out like a beacon.

He had been here on business - tracking someone who he suspected of being responsible for a number of killings in the downtown New York area. This was a particularly despicable person - he'd tracked down five murders linked to him so far, most of them done at night, on people walking home from their jobs.

He was a predator. But, unfortunately for him, so was Hideo.

He'd been just about to round the corner and move on, when all of a sudden, he found that the hair on his neck was standing straight up just as a chill went through him, despite the hot air of July.

He turned around instinctively, scanning the streets for any sign of what had triggered his senses. What was....

Evelyn sat on her bed, sketchpad in hand and several art supplies spread around haphazardly around her. She was drawing herself at the moment, or her face anyway, in an attempt to get her own features and expression right in the page, a task which was much harder than she thought it should be. It wasn’t really fair, how easily charcoal smudged. It was a difficult medium, but she loved the end product enough that she didn’t stop trying to get it right, and now and then she even succeeded. Or...got close. She was never quite satisfied with it, but you couldn’t keep adjusting things forever, now could you?
Only she technically could, she supposed. But she got new ideas, and then she abandoned her old ones. Had she ever technically finished one? She couldn’t remember...not if finishing meant being satisfied with the result, most likely.
She looked up as someone knocked on her door. Someone...ah, Germain. She shook her head, a small smile touching her face for a moment before she pushed it away and got up, shoving her drawing under the bed and yanking the blanket down so it covered it. A loose floorboard to keep things in was the more exciting option, but she didn’t have that, she instead she had to use what was available to her. And...so far...she didn’t think anyone had looked at her things.
She wiped her hands off on her ripped black jeans, fixed her choker in the mirror and combed her fingers through her white hair to smooth it down, and looked at herself for a long moment. She still looked about twelve years old, though she was actually fourteen. Or...not fourteen. But she had been when she’d turned. It bothered her that she’d lost track of the years and no longer knew how old she was exactly, but she knew it didn’t really matter that much - she’d just keep getting older, wouldn’t she?
Her shirt was black and had a skull on the front in gray, just light enough to be seen but nowhere near silver, and her fingernails were painted black as well, a shiny, smooth black that was definitely not the dusty color that wasn’t black at all.
She nodded to herself in the mirror, than turned and headed over, opening the door and leaning on the doorframe as she looked Germain up and down.
“You usually refer to people as pigs, or am I special?” She inquired, deadpan. It was hard to tell whether she was joking or not unless you knew her well enough to catch the way one side of her mouth curled slightly up.
“What do you want?” She added, folding her arms.

There.


The intricately dressed stranger wasn't hard to spot, in their intricately decorated hanfu. They were attracting the attention of even the regular humans - most of them too polite or too busy to do anything but spare a glance or two before moving on.


Hideo tilted his head as the person - vampire? - moved on, and suddenly, a tug in his chest jolted him to realize he didn't want to lose sight of them.


Wait.


So he began to follow. He was good at following without being noticed - that was his whole job, and if you got seen too early, it could be a big problem. He wove in and out of the crowd, stopping every now and then to browse the food he wasn't interested in just in case the vampire was on the lookout for people tailing them. How long had it been since he'd seen someone like that...? Like him?

"Perhaps we are all pigs and not people," Germain said brightly, wiggling his eyebrows and then holding out a hat to Evelyn. Not really necessary, considering the lateness, but he did so anyway.
"Shopping!" he said brightly. "It is a perfect time for shopping! And I wanted you to come with me. See. Brought a bag." He pointed toward the bag which was hanging from one shoulder. It was a fairly normal bag, with the regular cloth and firm strap. He disliked the plastic stuff they gave out at stores.
"Clothing, was my thought," he added. "Though I am sure there are other knick-knacks possible in a place like this. It seems like a good idea to keep busy, yes?"
He was clearly and brightly expecting Evelyn to come, though he didn't seem particularly phased by her deadpan qualities or various other details like that. He also didn't notice the signs of charcoal, since he would have been the sort to politely enquire about it if he had. Instead he just seemed pleasantly expectant to see whether or not they could go.  

Shengying jumped as they heard a loud crash not too far away from them, and turned. They quickly saw what had made the commotion- someone had brought down the awning. Fresh strawberries were spilled onto the sidewalk.

Almost everyone in the surrounding area was looking, with some rushing forwards to help lift the awning. Shengying went with the flow, stepping forwards and grabbing a corner, lifting it back up, hoping everyone underneath was okay.

As they did so and saw the man who had brought it down, something pinged in recognition- either their gaydar or their vampire sense- or maybe both. There was something... slightly out of time about him- loose clothing almost similar to their own, if much more understated. He also looked absolutely mortified, and Shengying winced in secondhand embarrassment.

Hideo hastily stood up, brushing himself off, and did a series of little bows, one for the stand owner, one more for everyone he'd just almost flattened with the strawberry cart.

"I'm sorry about that!" he said, giving the disgruntled stand owner a wide smile as he handed over a thick stack of bills, waving away her protests. "I can be terribly clumsy, that was my mistake. This should pay for the spilled berries."

Shengying momentarily forgotten, he grabbed a broom from where it was leaning nearby against the stand, then hissed, jerking his hand away as if he'd been burned. Quickly, he stuck his hand in his pocket, embarrassed at having forgotten about that particular handicap, and began to pick up the berries one by one, awkwardly holding handfuls of them as he had no nearby trash can to throw them in.

Hideo turned in a half circle, then turned back, then back again, realizing too late that his hands were full of half-mashed strawberries and he had nowhere to put them.

He stood still for a long moment, his brain working ever so slowly through the problem with all the effort of a dial-up internet connection.

Oh, a trash bag! That would work. He glanced over at Shengying, ready to back them up on their idea, and saw them mouth something in his direction. Water....bell? Water bell? What did that mean?????

He shook off his confusion and handed his handful of slighty mashed strawberries over to Shengying, adding them to the pile they were already holding. "I'll go find a trash bag," he said brightly, giving the other a friendly smile as he turned to go do just that. Where might he find one...

Evelyn walked next to the taller vampire, and in spite of her best efforts to the contrary...she thought she might actually have fun with this. She wasn’t sure she was willing to admit that, though.
Shopping was just objectively fun, for one thing. And she didn’t dislike Germain. He was...a character. She had to wonder whether he was actually as weird as he seemed to be, or if it was more of how he came across than actual genuine weirdness. She was hardly one to judge, though. She was a vampire, for one thing. She embraced the dark persona that came with that, too, from her clothes to her music taste to her art. Everything seemed to have an edge to it, and she liked it that way.
She shrugged a little at the question. “I don’t know. Nothing, I guess,” she replied, glancing up at him, visible eye watchful. “Normal stuff. Why? What have you been doing?”
She could understand his feelings about the nightlife. It was still a bit busy, but it wasn’t as Busy with a capital ‘b’ as it was in the day. Not that she was complaining. She preferred less people.
“Maybe they’re scared they’ll get eaten,” she suggested.

"Mostly reorganizing my residence," Germain responded easily. "Responding to letters from my family. Attempting to stave off the immortal boredom."
From the way he said it, the last one seemed like a joke. Germain didn't seem the sort to easily bore, but perhaps it was a comment on the general idea of vampires and immortals in general.
"I do wonder how things go about for others," he eventually said, voice quiet as he looked around and carefully crossed a street. Against the light, but there were no cars coming.
"What other people do about the fledglings they create."
He had no better term to call them. Though there was quite a look in his eyes. Just thinking about the people he had in his life to talk to.
"I'm not sure getting eaten is the main thing on their mind," he added after a while.

(Would you care to RP, dear Stri? o3o )

(Which character do you have muse for? 0: )

(I somehow seems to have a lot of Germain muse.)

(I think so. Any place Gedward might go to run into a random vamp?)