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Feb 6, 2006 22:20:12 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Feb 6, 2006 22:20:12 GMT -5
So Boring. When he left the club, he hadn't given any forethought, like say what he would do instead. Micheal sat in a comfortable leather armchair, sipping his red wine once again. It wasn't even 10:30 yet, for him the night was young! What would he do for the rest of the long evening? Sit here sipping his premium vintage? Micheal laughed softly to himself. "Enough of this vile impostor!" The glass shattered as it hit the far wall. He'd unintentionally thrown it with enough force to put a dent in the egg-shell colored plaster. He stood up and scoffed at the mess on the carpet. He glared at the broken shards littering the floor. His expression slowly melted into blankness, and as he did this, the shards and the wine soaked into the carpet slowly crept back to their previous unified form. He left the half-full glass of wine sitting there, just like that. He pulled off his jacket and folded it over the arm of the currently vacated chair, and walked outside.
There was now a slight chill in the air that hadn't been there before, but Micheal was most unaffected by this. He wore a thin long-sleeved black button-down shirt with a collar, and a pair of loose and casual jeans. He soon caught sight of what he had wanted to find. A young woman walked ahead of him. She had long dark brown hair and was probably around twenty-five years old. She staggered and leaned against a wall that ran along the length of the sidewalk, tipping a bottle all the way back as she did. As she glanced back at him, Micheal thought that perhaps she was a little bit younger than he'd first thought. She giggled drunkenly as she caught his eye. Micheal turned around the corner and walked the other way around the block. As he circled back to that street again, but a block further than before, he saw her once again, but she was far away now, at the top of the hill, and still drunkenly staggering on. He stood at the bottom and watched her head until it bobbed over the crest of the hill, then slowly started ascending the steep slope.
He followed her like this for quite some time, nearly half an hour. He always kept a good distance behind her, so she wouldn't hear his footfalls on the cracked pavement. Micheal was amused to simply stalk her, not quite ready to take that extra step. Quite suddenly he realized where she was headed, and as she lead them to the destination in mind, he decided that he must act fast or find someone else. He quickly caught up with her when she paused to drain the bottle. She dropped it on the sidewalk, empty. It smashed to pieces on the ground and he heard muffled laughter."Oops!" And a new roll of laughter uncoiled from her mouth. He stood only a few paces behind her now, and the fresh tangy scent of apple-flavored vodka caused him to wince. She turned. "Hey...you!" She grinned. "Hello." said Micheal. He saw now that this wasn't a woman, it was a cleverly disguised young girl, probably only sixteen or so. Her greeting had been more than inviting. "Come." he said to her, wrapping his arm around her soft waist. " 'Kay." she said smiling. He lead her into a nearby alley, and stopped. sitting slumped against a filthy brick wall was the dead body of what seemed to be a homeless man, completely drained of blood. Micheal was suddenly overcome with grief for what it was he was about to do to this girl. Would he be the wretched cause for her premature demise? The thirst overwhelmed him as the winds shifted, and the girls' scent was suddenly up his nostrils full force. He clutched her soft warm arms and bit into her neck, taking the care not to crush her fragile frame beneath his very fingers. He moaned softly as the fresh surge of blood flowed into his mouth, between his parted lips. When he felt the pulse grow weak and start to slow, he pulled out and carefully laid the girl on an old mattress. She had fallen unconscious, and now just slept soundly, peacefully. Micheal was relieved when he saw her chest move slowly as she breathed and heard a low murmuring snore. He chuckled, glad that he hadn't destroyed her. And left the ally.
He nodded to the bouncer as he passed through the entrance of Fray. He already felt a bit intoxicated from the girls' high blood-alcohol level. There were two guys sitting where he and the women whom he sensed to be the management had been sitting before. One was dark-haired, and he sensed him clearly to be a fellow vampire, although not as old as himself. The other was also a vampire, but there was something curiously different about him. Perhaps something wild and inhuman about his movements, or maybe his eyes. There was a very slight wolfish scent to him, and his clothes were bloodstained. He wondered at the slight possibility of a hybrid. This was the man whom Micheal sat next to, and to Michaels' slight embarrassment, this man (whose species Micheal was still not completely sure of) caught his eye, sensing that he'd been staring at him. Micheal decided to make the best of his rudeness. "I'm sorry, my name's Micheal."
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Feb 6, 2006 23:48:52 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Feb 6, 2006 23:48:52 GMT -5
Pollynda watched Justin walk to the bar and sit. She turned her attention back to Dark. “If you would come into my office, I have something I would like to discuss with you.”
Holding the office door open for Dark, she waited for him to enter.
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Feb 7, 2006 1:01:29 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Feb 7, 2006 1:01:29 GMT -5
Dark stared at Pollynda for a moment before following her into the office. The office was small and lit dimly by a small light. Dark did not need this light though and wondered why Pollynda even had one in the room. Looking to Pollynda, Dark tossed his hair out of his eyes, leaned against one of the walls, and waited for her to start talking.
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Feb 8, 2006 17:38:07 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Feb 8, 2006 17:38:07 GMT -5
Pollynda sat in the chair behind her desk in the office. The chair was a rather large leather monstrosity that was exceptionally comfortable. Its high back seemed to dwarf Pollynda and gave off the impression of a child playing at grown-up things. She knew what image she portrayed when sitting in the chair and found it very effective when working with older, more self-conceded vampires.
From the night she was made Pollynda had learned to disguise her true age, and confuse others with her face age. She wasn’t the most powerful vampire in the world, not even close. In the eyes of many vampires a creature of such few years would be an infant that still needed a master to instruct it in the proper way to breathe. Since Pollynda had no notion of being an older vampires “underling” she charmed her way out of confrontations and held a regal air of arrogance about her that she had been told was very 18th century.
Folding her hands elegantly over each other on the desktop Pollynda straightened her features giving her a stern appearance. Her crimson corset forced her to sit straight up in the chair. She looked to Dark, careful not to look directly into his eyes.
“It occurred to me, that you must have a sever distain for our vampire brethren. And since you showed such a determination to kill Justin the other night, I wish to employ you to do some killing on my behalf.”
Pollynda watched Dark, waiting for a response or any acknowledgement of what she had just said. In the back of her mind she reminder herself that she still had plenty of paperwork to do before the night was over. She hoped that Dark would not try her patients in responding.
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Feb 8, 2006 21:13:22 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Feb 8, 2006 21:13:22 GMT -5
Dark stood there for a moment and stared at Pollynda sitting in the leather chair. He had been hired by vampires to slay other vampires before, but he could not help but wonder what reason Pollynda would have to do so. He continued to look at her and pondered over this idea. He did not know if he liked the fact of working for her or not, but had no doubt that he could do the job. "How much are you willing to pay?" Dark asked, trying to see if the job was worth taking or not. Staring back at Pollynda, Dark awaited her answer.
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Feb 9, 2006 23:11:47 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Feb 9, 2006 23:11:47 GMT -5
Pollynda didn't hesitate in her reply. "Fifty thousand dollars per head. It may require you to go to other continents and I will pay the airfare.
"And before you ask, there are 7 of them. They are newly reborn, but the human security is sure to be heavy."
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Feb 9, 2006 23:40:03 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Feb 9, 2006 23:40:03 GMT -5
Dark nodded to Pollynda as he thought over the figures quickly. Bringing to mind the trouble that he would have to go through and everything he would have to prepare, Dark finally worked it out. Dark nodded to Pollynda. "I want at least a quarter before I do anything," he said. He paused for a moment and stared at her. He then made his way to the door of the office to leave. This job would be the same as every other one and he knew what to expect and what the risks were.
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Feb 10, 2006 3:58:10 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Feb 10, 2006 3:58:10 GMT -5
Justin tilted his head and glanced askance at the vampire who sat down beside him. He felt a slight twitch as he automatically wanted to tilt an ear in the direction of the voice. The fresh scent of blood wafted from the stranger's mouth as he spoke, introducing himself. The scent burned Justin's nostrils a bit, the alcohol fresh and strong... and apple scented? Justin slowly straightened, tensingly slightly as unease at being caught between two unknowns crawled up his spine, causing his mental hackles to rise. He shifted slightly, forcing himself to look calm and relaxed. "Wolf." He took a sip of his water, the liquid amazingly clear for this part of town. Pollynda probably had the stuff shipped from Europe in little bottles.
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Feb 10, 2006 19:58:15 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Feb 10, 2006 19:58:15 GMT -5
Micheal smiled as the stranger pronounced that single syllable. He looked very calm, but it seemed more of a controlled calm than a natural calm. Interesting. But he made not one comment on it; he did not want his new acquaintance to feel too uncomfortable. He picked a toothpick umbrella out of a nearby empty glass that the barkeep hadn't yet cleared. He spun it around in quick circles between his thumb and first finger. He grinned as the reds and pinks blurred together. He looked back to the wolf and nodded. "That explains your scent." he said, bluntly enough, looking back to the tiny parasol. He had a lovely swirling sensation in his head from the girls' vodka-flavored blood. He felt like listening to Pink Floyd at such times. Just something about their music...
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Feb 17, 2006 17:42:09 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Feb 17, 2006 17:42:09 GMT -5
Waiting a moment until she was sure that Dark wasn’t near her office door, Pollynda let out a tired sigh. It was amazing how fast events could come and go. The dawn was still a ways off and yet so much had happened this night.
Pollynda just hoped that anything else exciting would wait until tomorrow to appear.
Picking up the phone from the corner of her desk Pollynda dialed the number for the bar. A female vampire with a light sing-song voice answered on the other end. She spoke loudly over the music in the background.
“It’s Pollynda. Can you bring me the papers that were put under the bar top? I’m in the office... Thanks.”
In the background mixed with the music she could hear the voices of the club patrons at the bar. It sounded like the momentary peace of Fray was about to be disturbed again. Pollynda hung up the phone and hoped Tony and the other security could handle the situation by themselves.
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Feb 20, 2006 23:39:38 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Feb 20, 2006 23:39:38 GMT -5
Dark stood in the middle of the club and took everything in. The music blared, but he still listened to all the thoughts milling around in the heads of those in the room. He looked around, but didn't see anyone of interest to speak to. Was there ever? he thought with a sigh. Resuming his previous spot against the wall that was beginning to be his favorite spot within the club, he closed his eyes, folded his arms upon his chest, and drowned out everything but the rhythm of the music.
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Feb 28, 2006 3:25:02 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Feb 28, 2006 3:25:02 GMT -5
Justin quirked a brow at the vamp. "What? My last name, which I had absolutely no affect on, explains the scent of my skin?" He took a sip of his water. "That makes sense. Following that reasoning if someone had the last name that related to some flower, they'd smell like a flower? I think not. My name has nthing to do with my scent, it is but a name, a name my father passed to me, his to him et cetera. A name is but a label, nothing more, nothing less." He picked up his glass and moved to a table in one of the far corners of the room. He didn't think he liked this corpse very much.
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Feb 28, 2006 19:13:11 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Feb 28, 2006 19:13:11 GMT -5
Micheal chuckled at this small outburst. "Oh darn." he muttered smiling. He sat there at the bar a moment, contemplating what to do next. The little pink parasol still twirling between his fingers. He dropped it on the bar counter top, and watched it roll steadily back and forth. He stood up and deliberately walked to the table Wolf had went to. As he came to a stop, he looked down at Wolf. "I'm sorry if I offended you; i thought you were stating your hybrid species, which is quite ironically also your name." He shrugged. "A simple misunderstanding." Micheal turned away, and was about to leave when he thought of one more thing. "By the way," he said, turning back to Wolf, "a gorgeous woman once told me that it's the person who defines the name, not the name that defines who we really are." Before Wolf could answer, Micheal swiftly turned and walked into a rather shadowy corner of the room. He leaned against a wall, just a few short feet away from another man who looked vaguely familiar.
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Feb 28, 2006 21:37:55 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Feb 28, 2006 21:37:55 GMT -5
Dark could sense another creature not far away and without opening his eyes, he seemed to know exactly how the creature was moving and even where they were going. The being stopped close by, and Dark could feel the vibe of the creature travelling along the wall to him. Dark knew that the creature had seen him and inwardly grinned as he waited to see how long it would take before the creature decided to talk.
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Mar 2, 2006 0:25:23 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Mar 2, 2006 0:25:23 GMT -5
The strong and rather bitter scent of beer was inside his nostrils almost instantly as a loopy patron spilled their beverage by accident at his feet. "Oh! Sorry!" an apologetic-looking college girl said. Micheal chuckled. "Didn't get me. Better luck next time, hmm?" After the girl walked away, he once again became aware of the seemingly familiar shadow man who stood just a few feet away. He was certain now that the man was aware of his presence. Without moving or glancing over, Micheal casually spoke. "So, how are things?"
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Mar 3, 2006 1:19:50 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Mar 3, 2006 1:19:50 GMT -5
The creature beside him had finally spoken. Dark half opened his eyes so that they were only slits and slowly turned his head to look toward the man. Contemplating the question, Dark caught the slight scent of blood, but tried to ignore it. "How are things?" he repeated as he stared at the club in front of him. Turning to face the creature, he smirked, showing a small amount of his hidden fangs. "Life is peachy," he said recalling to mind the band Korn. With that he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
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Mar 4, 2006 0:31:23 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Mar 4, 2006 0:31:23 GMT -5
Micheal smiled. "Sounds good." He wasn't sure whether to talk more, or to leave the man alone with his thoughts. "Would you prefer it if I left you alone now?" he asked rather bluntly, getting the question out of his way.
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Mar 4, 2006 0:54:41 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Mar 4, 2006 0:54:41 GMT -5
Dark opened one eye and stared at the creature. Taking in how uncomfortable the man, if you could call a creature such, Dark wondered if he had already made up his mind or if he wanted to stay. He always had a way to find this out, but Dark decided to see how it played out the other way. "The night is long, but never seems long enough. Do whatever you like with yours; I will be here until dawn." With that he again closed his eyes and listened to everything around him.
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Mar 4, 2006 1:04:27 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Mar 4, 2006 1:04:27 GMT -5
Micheal sighed. "Over nine-hundred years old and I still feel like a mortal. After running around like so you might think that I had at least figured out the confusing hints coming from my fellow..." He searched for a word he thought would complement his statement. "...well, you know what I mean. I feel awkward but relaxed tonight." His voice remained steady and relaxed, despite the words he was saying.
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Mar 4, 2006 1:53:35 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2006 1:53:35 GMT -5
A smile was all it took to gain entrance to the club through Tony. She was underage to be going to a place such as Fray, but her friendship with Pollynda cleared her of any trouble.
Ardent had heard of the chaos that had occurred there earlier in the evening and it had nearly persuaded her not to come. She didn’t want to add more stress to her friend Pollynda. Finally she convinced herself that she would wait to ask her vampiric friend the grand favor that she had initially intended to go to the club to ask.
Taking a look around Ardent didn’t notice anything completely out of the ordinary atmosphere of the club. In the dark recesses she could make out the shapes of vampires feeding off the blood of there mortal companions. It was a morbid scene that she had never particularly cared to watch.
Continuing deeper into the club toward the bar she noted how few mortals were dancing. The subtle differences between mortals and the undead seemed exaggerated when there were so many of the damned and so few of the living.
At the bar Ardent asked the female vampire where Pollynda could be found. The bartender looked Ardent over with a snide grin and replied, “She’s in the back office.”
Ardent knew where Pollynda’s office was but it was rare for her to be working in there. As she approached the door to the office a sensation of unease crept down her spine. Against the wall leaned two vampires. They both turned to watch as Ardent quickly knocked on Pollynda’s office door before entering.
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Mar 4, 2006 11:50:39 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Mar 4, 2006 11:50:39 GMT -5
Justin watched the young girl calmly walk across Fray with the confidence of someone who knew they belonged. He cocked his head curiously and sipped his water, listening to her ask the bartender where Pollynda was, and then heading determindly in the direction of the back office. He shrugged almost unnoticably, then sipped his water again. The Micheal character was watching her, along with Dark. She seemed to attract everyone's attention with her presence.
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Mar 4, 2006 14:04:00 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Mar 4, 2006 14:04:00 GMT -5
Micheal glanced up and looked around the club. A nervous but disguised as confident girl walked through the room, pausing at the bar, just long enough to ask the smug barkeep a question. She then proceeded to the back room where the woman from before had disappeared to. Why was this insignificant mortal child the sudden focus of everyones' attention though? Maybe it was her age and her appearance of innocence. Yes, that's what it was. She was too young to be here by the mortal laws... and as for the innocence? Looks could be tremendously deceiving. "How adorable." he muttered to himself with a little smile. He looked over at the man beside him, whom he suddenly identified as another sort of hybrid, probably another wolf. Two in one night, what were the odds? "Could you please tell me what the owners name is? She was interrupted before she could tell me."
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Mar 5, 2006 20:43:41 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Mar 5, 2006 20:43:41 GMT -5
Dark opened his eyes and Dark watched as a human walked into the club and walked passed by to go to Pollynda's office. Dark suddenly had a pang of hunger within his stomach as he watched the beauty walk passed and felt the fangs within his mouth, but quickly snapped back out of it as the creature beside him spoke. Dark stared at the creature. Half closing his eyes, he felt the stir of darkness surrounding him and then it was gone just as soon as it had came. "So....Micheal...you want to know the owners name?" Dark said, using the name he had just read from the creatures mind. "If you want to know, I think you should ask her yourself. It is not my place to say. Names can give power over others, and I believe I now know yours," Dark said with a small smile. It was unusual for him to do such a thing, but none the less, he felt himself do so anyways. With that last parting sentence, Dark walked away from Micheal, leaving him to his own thoughts. Dark didn't know what was wrong with him this night, but he shrugged this off as he headed towards the bar. He knew that Justin was still somewhere around there, but at the moment he felt like being adventurous.
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Mar 5, 2006 21:31:32 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Mar 5, 2006 21:31:32 GMT -5
"That was odd." Micheal said to himself as the other character walked away. He recalled the invasive feeling that had ever so politely passed through him when that- THING had stolen the name from his very thoughts. In spite of being calm and laid back, he was very suddenly furious that such a rude brat would stoop to such low levels as mind prying from the likes of himself. Perhaps he would play a trick of his own..... But which trick? He could play with the telekinesis that the other ones didn't have.... send a wooden stake flying across the room.... Or he could play on the man's very emotions and willpower.... just the sight of that young mortal passing by seemed to almost have his mouth watering. Spill a little fresh mortal blood outside the club and he might not be able to resist... And, of course, he could just simply use his physical strength. Perhaps not quite his style, let's call that plan B then... Micheal had a couple more, but which one?
He stood there contemplating this, since when had simple questions turned into such hostile and invasive attacks? Did the bratty twerp feel special for being able to do such a thing? Well two could play at that game...
The others here weren't friendly after all. Perhaps that woman from before had been right, things weren't always what they seemed.
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Mar 5, 2006 22:58:05 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Mar 5, 2006 22:58:05 GMT -5
Dark didn't look back to see what Micheal did, but he hoped that he didn't go to far. He planned on talking again with him later. For now, he focused on the bar. His senses already tingled from Justin, but Dark ignored this as he walked passed him. Pulling the darkness around him like a snug fitting cloak, he continued to move towards the bar. Walking up to a barstool but not sitting, Dark nodded to the bartender. She nodded and stared at him, waiting for him to order something. Staring at her, Dark could feel something changing within him, but didn't know what it was. His eyes felt like they were burning. Dark could feel ripples within the air and didn't know what was happening. He felt strange. Tonight it was as if he was a different being and that his powers of darkness had suddenly become different; stronger. Dark couldn't stop himself from staring at the women, for his eyes burned intensely and Dark only felt pain when he tried to move them. So he just continued to stare. Suddenly the women let out a small squeak and a bright flame erupted from her eyes and mouth. The fire spread like a fire through newspaper and soon her whole body was a torch. She was screaming and the smell of burning flesh filled Dark's nose, but still he stared. A moment later the screaming was silence as flesh and bones exploded behind the bar counter with a grotesque squashing noise. Dark looked at the blood and carnage before him, but remained silent. Closing his eyes until they stopped burning, he opened them again. Looking behind the bar counter, he suddenly was disappointed. "Damn. She got all over the rum."
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Mar 6, 2006 0:24:29 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Mar 6, 2006 0:24:29 GMT -5
Pollynda had heard Ardent enter the office. She had yet to look up from her papers and waited patiently for Ardent to speak. A few moments passed in silence. Suddenly Pollynda heard an inhuman shriek.
Jumping out of her chair and over her desk faster than the mortal eye could follow, Pollynda stood in front of a shocked Ardent. “Wait here, and don’t you fucking dare open this door,” Pollynda gestured to the office door, “unless it is me. Do you understand!?!” Pollynda’s fear for her friend’s life cause her to overreact. A mortal life meant little to her, but she would attempt to move heaven and hell to keep safe that which was hers.
Her face a mix of concern and fear, Pollynda stepped from the office and, closing the door behind her, looked about the club in assessment for the briefest of moments. The patrons, the majority of which were immortals, were gapping in the direction of the bar. Shrill screams rent the air and the smell of burning flesh filled Pollynda’s nostrils.
Seeing no chaos ensuing Pollynda stormed her way to the bar with preternatural speed. She pushed aside a few vampires on her way. And as she grew closer to the bar, a clear line of sight to the burning corpse was granted to her. Starring with wide eyes at the spectacle before her Pollynda was rendered speechless.
Suddenly the shrieks of the vampire were silenced. In a sick display of power the female bartender’s body exploded, showering carnage behind the bar.
Pollynda was rooted to the ground where she stood. Her eyes were wide, as if she couldn’t get them wide enough to see every detail of the scene before her. Silent, an unusually happening, she stood.
Presently, upon hearing the words spoken by Dark, she narrowed her eyes. A roar of outrage, starting low and climbing in volume issued from Pollynda’s still frame. It grew to such volume that it resonated through the body of everyone present at Fray.
Gnashing her fangs, she turned to Dark, and, with restraint, bellowed: “GET OUT!!”
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Mar 6, 2006 12:28:47 GMT -5
Post by DolorNoir on Mar 6, 2006 12:28:47 GMT -5
Micheal suddenly found himself standing only a few meters behind the man, who was now sitting beside this Wolf fellow; whom had seemed to move from his table, reassuming his previous spot. He found himself standing there. Why had he wanted so suddenly to stop the man? To protect that one insignificant woman? But then again, why had he decided to torture her like that? Was he a saddist? Perhaps he was one of those who over the years had completely gone mad... Micheal had killed countless of those over the centuries. Quite sad to see what he thought of as gifts go to waste... Why had he cared? He was starting to panic a bit, something Micheal NEVER did. He decided that it would be best to walk away now, perhaps enchant some beautiful mortal woman on the way back to his hotel, and tell her everything on his mind. He would tell her absolutely everything, and afterward she would just hold him in her thin fleshy arms, cooing to him that everything would be okay... He suddenly realized what had bothered him so much about what had happened to that woman, she had reminded him of Arwydd.
He turned around. But before Micheal could take one footstep, he knew that someone else had arrived on the scene as well, and she made no effort to cloak the radiating waves of anger emanating from her. He turned around and saw the club owner, the woman he'd been dancing with before. She stood there eyes on the mind reading man. Then she screamed at him. His face was completely blank and he knew it, and this time he knew enough to cloak his mind from prying eyes, although no one would be watching out for him right now. He wondered if they would fight. He hoped the woman won.
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Mar 7, 2006 9:41:49 GMT -5
Post by Admin on Mar 7, 2006 9:41:49 GMT -5
The roar issued from the club sent shivers up Ardent’s spine. She cupped her hands over her ears to quiet the sound to a tolerable level. The many chains on her long black skirt rattled as the reverberations travel through her still body. She knew that the roar had come from Pollynda; it was a disconcerting reminder that the youthful looking girl was not human.
Dropping her shaking modest hands to her sides, Ardent heard clearly the continuing bellow from Pollynda.
I should have stayed home tonight, she thought to herself.
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Mar 8, 2006 14:21:55 GMT -5
Post by Silver on Mar 8, 2006 14:21:55 GMT -5
Justin had managed to slip up to the bar before anyone else could move in. He had wanted a front row seat. The blank look on Dark's face when he had cause the girl to spontaneously combust... it was rather... creepy - he'd just looked that blank. Justin had heard Pollynda coming before he saw her, but suddenly she was there, all fiery fury and righteous anger. The power seemed to emanate off her in waves, ricocheting off everyone else's body like shards of glass against a wall. When she had practically screamed at Dark, Justin had actually winced, the sound filling his ears and ripping at his ear drums... if he'd have been in wolf form, he would have flattened his ears and whimpered. He smelt the fear that wafted from the back office... Pollynda's little friend was scared. He cocked his head and glanced back in that direction, then looked back at Dark, waiting to see what would next unfold in The Undead of Our Lives.
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Mar 8, 2006 20:58:43 GMT -5
Post by Dark on Mar 8, 2006 20:58:43 GMT -5
Dark's face remained like stone. He was calm and not even the screaming fazed him. He could see all the beings in the room staring in his direction, but he ignored them. They had not been the one that had address him. Dark took a step forward, staring at Pollynda. Still wondering about what had happened, Dark could feel the anger radiating from Pollynda and pondered about why she was so angry. Had she not just been the one who had asked him to kill other vampires? Why should this one, though he had not done anything intentionally, be different? Was it because it was within the club or was it something different? Dark did not know the answers to these, so he only continued to stare. "Sorry about the mess," he said, reaching into his leather jacket pocket and tossing a few gold coins in Pollynda's direction. If you want me gone, you're going to have to make me, Dark thought, passing this to Pollynda's mind. Watching from the corner of his eye as a few vampires began to make their way toward the splatter of blood, Dark bristled at the way Pollynda was acting and planted his feet. He never fought without cause, especially a women, but if something was to happen, Dark was going to be ready.
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