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Post by Rowan Amber on Aug 9, 2012 3:46:42 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a18565; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Living in a shell With no soul [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #532624; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 300px; color: #7f6250;]"Why was I so stupid? Stupid stupid stupid."
Plopping down on the dirty warm sidewalk, the young vampire could only think of the mistakes she made in her past life. The life when she was human and the terrible choices she made, but there was one thing she craved the most. It was a deadly past, but it was something that she hadn't gave up when she was turned. It went to the back burner, to give the police a run for their money. To let them believe that the murderer was gone and the murders would die into cold cases.
Yes, she was the "Sketchbook Killer" in New York, nearly 8 years before. She was a runaway child, married early, ran away from a marriage by faking her death and took her unborn child to New York from Toronto. Things changed after she had the child. Rowan dumped the child off at her brother's after the child's first birthday and ran for cover into her works of art to hide from absent parents and a crazy husband. A husband who wanted to kill her. She ran because she didn't want to be his next victim. Maybe it was the trama from him that caused her to use her skills to cause crime and still get away from it. She was skilled with drawing dramatic scenes and left corners or pieces at each crime scene. It was her gift to the police when they arrived on the scene. None of the pieces were ever the same, but they were always a corner piece.
Sitting on that sidewalk, Rowan knew she had to do something to get that itch off her back. Her fingers ached for those color pencils and paper. Yet, she was lacking one thing. Just one thing to make sure everything was the same as the killings in New York. Sight was needed. Without, these killings would have a different motive and she would be known by a different name. A different serial killer name. One serial killer, but known by two different names. Who knew.
The weather had been warm lately and would be warm for a while. The early June days would be hot before long and she wouldn't be able to feel it or be disturbed by it, but there was something she wasn't sure of. How would she kill victims if the heat would just destroy them before anything could happen and the police wouldn't able to see the motives or the drawings. She needed to find someone with sight and drawing skills. Or she could find someone that could find a way to give her sight back. That was always something she could do, but would having a partner in crime really work though?
Rowan's hunched form seemed to have been drawing comments from the passerby's. "What the hell are you looking at, woman? Never seen a blind vampire before? Go fuck yourself somewhere away from me before I do something that'll you regret for ever questioning me about my appearances." Amethyst was coming out again, Rowan fear as much that without much killing going on, her former self would come out and she would have to do something to control the urges. Being a vampire only highlighted her personality even more and it meant that her former self would love the killing of innocents and crime makers. A serial killer going after gangbangers and drug dealers. It was different, but certainly not unheard of.
The night was young still, did Rowan even have a chance at finding anyone worth her wild to help her out?. |
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Post by Zachary on Aug 10, 2012 1:45:41 GMT -5
Zachary had scouted the area. Redoubling his efforts to watch without being seen. To see as much as he could while avoiding any attention focused on him. He would have felt better if there was a specific prey but as the days ticked by he felt more and more that the prey was…himself. Just being here he was breaking all sorts of protocols. Rules, edicts, and traditions beaten, cut, and lanced into his undead flesh and seared into the cockles of his heart. Yet underneath it all there was a thrum of excitement. A vibration that spoke to something older in him something birth and bred into him during his living years. This was freedom, of a sort.
His thoughts racing at a glacial pace he strolled moving from crowd to flock of wandering pedestrians. His freshly fed body managing to not give off any overt wrongness for the few moments he trailed just behind or just in front of the mobs of people dawdling along their way. First one way then another then back tracking using the ebbs and flows of the foot traffic to blend into invisibility. Just another faceless blob of humanity taking in the sites of a city that slept only during the hottest parts of the day. Half his mind eavesdropping on the random conversations about him he spotted the cool aura of her from down the block.
Vampires fed or unfed even when shielding gave off a hint of death to the aware. A cold presence that bespoke of having crossed the veil wafted off each and every one of the undead. Taking a circuitous route back around the vampiress he maintained a more than healthy distance. Watching her he eased closer even as his inner voice screamed at him to leave unnoticed. Like a suicidal moth he was drawn to the light of her cold flame.
He was sure she could feel his approach even as she seemed lost in thought. She didn’t act as if she noticed but he was fairly sure that with the street as populated as it was that nothing too untoward would transpire. She was muttering to herself until she lashed out at a gaggle of passerby. She was blind, hmm that would be why she hadn’t attempted to make eye contact. She was tracking him by the sounds about him. He was a walking cold spot his silence acting as a beacon of sorts.
Knowing better he ignored that inner voice which had already arranged his flight from this city. He crouched reaching to help her to her feet announcing his presence as he did so.
“I’m Zachary, perhaps a crowded street isn’t the place for you,” he said his voice taking on a soothing purr. Zachary
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Post by Rowan Amber on Aug 10, 2012 20:57:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a18565; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Living in a shell With no soul [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #532624; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 300px; color: #7f6250;]"I'm Zachary, perhaps a crowded street isn't the place for you."
Rowan felt him helping her up, but she didn't know what to do or say. "A crowded street is better than an empty street." Rowan tried to look at where she thought his face was at, but even being blind had its problems of trying to locate someone's face. There had been many thoughts of just yelling and snapping at the man, but maybe he knew something that she didn't. She was feeling down as of late, wanting to revert back to her old self when she was still using her birth name.
"Why are you doing this?"
Being helped by someone had never been a problem before and the only person who did was gone, disappeared. It was the only thing she ever looked out for. Looking for the man who gave her this life and he was nowhere to be found. She just walked the streets, not knowing what to do because she couldn't exactly see anything or anyone and the only thing she had plastered in her mind was the man who took her sight away.
"I'm sorry, but did I ever give my name? My mind is elsewhere. Trying to figure out how I'll find my sight back. Holy water, its a bitch to deal with and I would so love to get back to what I love doing instead of wandering endlessly."
It was the one thing she wanted to do. To be able to draw again and to watch lives disappear slowly in front of her eyes as she drew their remaining minutes of life before going to the depths of heaven or hell. Or wherever it was that they believed in. Rowan just wanted to draw again. Her fingers ached for it and it was the only thing she ever wanted to do.
"I'm Rowan." |
[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td] STARRING: Zachary | OUTFIT: Here | LOCATION: Bourbon Street | [/td][/tr][/table][/style] [/center] |
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Post by Zachary on Aug 10, 2012 22:23:47 GMT -5
Zachary kept himself on high alert. Vampire abilities multiplied with touch. Whelie he felt no immediate threat from the young vampire she might be the proverbial staked lamb. Being so close he saw that she truly was less than herself. Blindness before a vampire had the opportunity to grow in abilities could very well be the key and lock to a every short unlife. "Perhaps that could be true. But presently you seem to be in need of a friend or at the very least a momentary ally." As she cast around ‘looking’ for the source of his voice . He moved closer to her drawing her more into his grasp. Guiding her along the sidewalk so as that they might better elude the attentions of lookers-on.
"I’m helping you this moment solely because that’s what should be done from my vantage point," he continued. Zachary lowered his shields some. He began searching with his physical senses as well as metaphysical ones. Strangely he sensed no outside threat or power. But there definitely was danger in the air.
“Mountain ash,” he said absent-mindedly under his breath thinking on her name. “Rowan, that is an older name; may I be forward and ask how long you have been amongst the damned?” He knew that he was way out on a limb if the rumors which had led him here were false. If they were he was as good as writing his own obituary. He would take his chances as from his view he’d not seen any of the trappings of a power structure.
As much as he longed for freedom he was beginning to feel that maybe there needed to be someone whom was responsible for the city at large as well as small. Someone who would insure that those within the demesnes of the city limits could turn to. Her condition was a horrible atrocity. It was a reminder that eternity could be a horribly long time. Realizing that he was allowing his thoughts to speak a bit too loudly on his actions he began to tighten his shields.
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Post by Rowan Amber on Aug 11, 2012 2:20:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a18565; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Living in a shell With no soul [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #532624; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 300px; color: #7f6250;]A friend or an ally? Was that what she needed? Rowan wasn't sure what she wanted, but there was a feeling of closure when she felt him pull her closer to his grasp. Her hand grasped her walking stick as he lead them down the sidewalk. She wasn't sure what to think, but it had been a while since she was held close. The last time she remembered being held close was in Xavier's arms. It was during the time when she realized her ex-husband had showed up and she had been to weak to even stand. She remembered it vivdly, but it was the closure that made her feel like she was cared for.
Walking with this new vampire, it brought those memories back, rushing back to the times where she could see and actually know what she was seeing. Here, she didn't even know what this man looked like or how the street looked like. All she knew was that the place was crowded with beating hearts, but the amount people in the street, it was something she didn't know.
"I don't know. It's somewhere around 8 or 9 years. I think its 8 years that I've been a vampire, but Rowan is my middle name. It was changed when I put my past behind me nearly 10 years before. But why are you asking? I don't want my past brought up. It's not something you want to be involved it, especially not those murders in New York. But, Xavier, he knew of them. Well recently, before he decided to skip out and leave the city on its own. Now, I have no clue with my maker and the Master of the City is. Or maybe former Master, but what is this about?"
Rowan was starting to ramble, she was tensing up, scared something would come out of the corner and take her away. She was a pathetic excuse for a vampire, but she had been working on with Xavier, before he disappeared. She wasn't sure if that had been a good thing or a bad thing, since he was suppose to help her find a way to get her sight back so she could see. For someone who was his only living fledgling she certainly had a lot to live up to, especially since she was the only one he had kept around long enough to survive his wraith. Now she was dealing with a stranger who was asking her questions she wasn't sure where they lead to. |
[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td] STARRING: Zachary | LOCATION: Bourbon Street | [/td][/tr][/table][/style] [/center] |
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Post by Zachary on Aug 12, 2012 16:24:03 GMT -5
In truth he wasn’t siure what he was doing himself. He had come for the chance at being his own man as it were. To have no one but himself to depend on. To rise and fall at his own word yet, here he was entangling himself with another already. He by no means would leave her completely alone. Less than a decade amongst the damned and blind seemingly both physically and metaphysically. She was more prey than predator and for some reason it bothered him to the core of his being.
He didn’t want to but his heart went to her. He knew before they’d gone more than a quarter of the block that he would watch over her assisting her wherever he could. It was a rash decision which had nothing to do a rational thought. In fact judging by whom her maker was might be a most unsafe decision. So the city once had a Master but he was no longer near or able to take on the day to day activities and responsibilities. He would have to enmesh himself in the local happenings so as to truly judge things.
"Your sire was the Master of the City. That is interesting as I’ve heard that there is none, here. But as you continue to rise I suppose he is still amongst the damned lest you surely wouldn’t rise." Realizing how that might sound to her young years he cleared his throat and continued on. “Him, being still amongst the damned doesn’t mean that he is able to be near, however.”
Feeling her begin to tense Zachary loosened his grip some so that she would know that he would do nothing untoward. He wouldn’t abuse her trust any more than he was sure it had already been. It wasn’t in his nature. Evil had been his vocation not his calling. He wouldn’t practice it upon someone willingly.
“Rowan, I didn’t bother to ask, forgive me. But, where would you like to alight?”
More was left unsaid than mentioned but he would take things as slow as needs be.
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Post by Rowan Amber on Aug 13, 2012 2:02:40 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a18565; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Living in a shell With no soul [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #532624; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 300px; color: #7f6250;]"He was my sire before he became the Master. I was turned when he was making his way down here to take out his brother, who was the Master of the City at the time. There was a different side of him before this madness of running around and organizing a city of vampires." Rowan didn't think much of Xavier being dead. She always knew he had other plans, his missing daughter always on his mind at one point. Thinking about him now, made her wondered if that was what he was doing. Searching for his missing daughter.
"It's fine. Xavier was just a bit occupied. He was always somewhere else. The last time I saw him, he was going to help me take care of myself, but we never got there. He left. I was hoping he wouldn't leave, he knows who took my sight and he was doing his best to protect me from the man. Yet, I never ehard from him since the odd meetin gwe had. So don't feel sorry for me. I'm not as fragile as I seem. There's a whole other side no one, but Xavier knows and I would like to keep it that."
Rowan pulled away from the man and set the tip of her stick on the ground to make sure she was stable enough to stand on her own without help. She knew she didn't need the help, but she let him help her. "Now I'm going to say this once. I don't need help. I may have been blinded by a crazy ex-husband werewolf, but I'm not helpless enough that everyone needs to help out every time they see me bumming around and bitching everyone out. So stop being like those other freaks out there that think I'm completely helpless." Rowan almost told him she was a serial killer as a human, but she caught herself in the rage that she was feeling. Being thought of as the helpless lamb, treated like a child once more, was not something she wanted to be treated like. Especially when it reminded her so much of the childhood that she didn't have and the parents who didn't dote on her like her friends' parents did.
Maybe she liked being felt like the damsel in distress, but not tonight. She just wanted to be her own person and what was happening now, was not helping the matter. She just needed her space and the greatest thing of all that she wanted was her sight. That was the important factor of it all, but being clingy and helpful was not her style and it was driving her up the wall.
"Besides, why are you asking me all these questions? What are you? Nearly 200 years old or something?" Now she was getting snippy, but that was just Rowan. Some could say that Xavier rubbed off on her and she became a bit colder and a bit harsher. It was normal for her. |
[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td] STARRING: Zachary | OUTFIT: | LOCATION: Bourbon Street | [/td][/tr][/table][/style] [/center] |
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Post by Zachary on Aug 13, 2012 12:37:16 GMT -5
Zachary allowed Rowan to pull herself from his grasp. He knew she was preparing to make her stand. To declare her independence. To maybe even rail against him for his insinuations. He understood or thought he did. He didn’t expect her to share a portion of her story. To give a glimpse into the time she shared with her maker and Master of the City. There seemed to be a lot of passion left her maker. He would not pass judgment on what he hadn’t known. Perspective would change everything as it always had.
That she felt for her maker was to be expected even commended. Her whip fire defense showed a loyalty one wouldn’t assume of one left behind. All in all it was an interesting koan.
”Every being in existence needs assistance at one point or another. Some more than others, assistance is not a bad thing. Pity is," pausing for a beat he went on. “Ï don’t pity anyone or anything. It’s a baseless emotion built out of a selfish sense of superiority that must be fed on the plights of others. There is nothing more repugnant than weakness masquerading as strength. I gave you my arm as a means to assist myself with the lay of the land while having something feminine to hold. If my advances and forwardness was a bit much I understand. If not shall we continue on our stroll?”
He used the quietude of his words to close the distance so that she might feel the strength of his words. He lowered his shields enough so that she could read his intent. His aura didn’t beat against hers merely caress and hold it as one might an errant butterfly. He was not of a mind to do much else save allow her to know a portion of him. He would have taken hold of her yet the decision to share his company now had to be hers. His chivalric pride slightly offended wouldn’t allow him to cross the boundary now. He chided himself even as he held fast.
"There are none as I and I am as unlike them as to be their opposite. So if you would be so kind as to keep me separate in your thoughts. As for age I am that and more. "
He had caught her pause but paid it no mind all things in time would reveal themselves if they were of import. It was the nature of things. As the Master of the City yet lived but was gone to parts unknown it would prove interesting as to how long he allowed those blood oathed to him to rise. It placed a certain expiration date on those left behind. He could have mentioned as much. Sadly it was not his place. It gave him a distinct differing vantage on the city. The Master still cared enough to spare the energy to allow those who once served him to rise but couldn’t be near. Curious in the extreme...
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Post by Rowan Amber on Aug 14, 2012 22:31:45 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #a18565; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Living in a shell With no soul [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #532624; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 300px; color: #7f6250;]Rowan didn't quite understand what he was trying to get at, but she accepted the words nonetheless. She didn't think she needed assistance, but apparently someone saw that she needed help. There had been times when she probably needed the assitance, but tonight it just didn't seem like she needed it. Maybe there was something that would lead to the assistance, but she highly doubted that.
"You can pity people all you want. There's nothing wrong with pitying people. Happens all the time. You can pity someone who has to deal with a love one being killed by a serial killer or you can pity the serial killer that has lost their touch. Whichever.
"There's nothing wrong with being forward, but I'm a private person, that let things slip, so please just don't push too hard. I care for Xavier, even though my turning was very weird and the way I was taken was not something I wanted, but I had no choice. So please I don't care what you do or choose to do. Just leave me out of your planning and thoughts."
She felt his body move toward her, by the wind of movement as he moved closer. She wasn't paying attention to mental thoughts of him or anything of that kind. Maybe it was because she didn't care and she was a cold careless person. Whichever, but she really didn't care what he thought. Rowan was used to being on her own and this encounter wasn't something new. Ever since she was became blind people always seemed to have a way of trying to help her.
"So how old are you really? I figured you to be under 200, not over." |
[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td] STARRING: Zachary | LOCATION: Bourbon Street | NOTES: | [/td][/tr][/table][/style] [/center] |
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Post by Zachary on Aug 20, 2012 11:49:52 GMT -5
Zachary allowed a beat or two to pass as her words settled on the wind. She was feisty that was for sure. She was also conflicted. The truth of her words was apparent in her stance and the scent of conviction wafting off her. Yet he knew there was more afoot than what she was attempting to show. Perhaps he had overplayed his hand. He had triggered her fight instinct. That was fine he would expect nothing less from the progeny of a Master. Making a childer was no small feat nor would it have come lightly. Everything had a cost sharing power with another was usually paid for by that beings potential worth. She was seemingly of strong will despite her afflictions. All in all it was a good thing he supposed for the master at that time.
"Let me know if I encroach too much. You interest me. I am just over two hundred,” he said not bothering being exact or doing the math. It could be a depressing fact to younger vampires he’d learned from several botched meetings. Not to mention it made him feel disconnected form society at large. He remembered when the world was a much larger place. Shaking his head to clear away the cobwebs he continued speaking.
"I can easily agree to the former but that latter I make no promises in regards to. My thoughts have their own way of incapsulating everything about me and as I stated you interest me. Why I am not sure, yet. Shall we find a place or will you leave me to my own devices adrift in your city."
He waited on her reply watching the street about them…
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