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Post by lalala145 on Dec 14, 2011 17:24:15 GMT -5
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Predinner Mayo,
Nika had arrived at the back door ready to go with 5 minutes to spare even in heels. The heels, gave her no more than a couple more inches in hight though a couple inches may not seem like a big deal, in this career it sure did, it was why it was sort of required along with a more revealing outfit, a simple black empire waisted halter top with a simple black belt over top under the pleather jacket that would be removed before getting to the counter was just her top half. Her bottom half was just simple skinny jeans and heeled boots, no one really payed attention to what would be behind the counter anyways.
She'd walked here it was no more than 10 minutes even if it'd felt like more. Before going in she could hear the blaring music and the chattering, it took a year to get to this spot but not cause she wasn't qualified, it was age issues which they were kind enough to lay out with out being snarky. It's not like she didn't get anything done in a whole year, like back in Russia so much had happened in 3 years so this was nothing. She had the money to waste a year, she had enough to waste 3 more years at least but she'd have gotten bored and she wanted to get things ready quickly.
She'd walked in and hung up her stuff taking in the surroundings once more. the haziness was over shadowed by the lights and the music was really loud, there was a live band today which drew in a bigger crowed. She leaned against the counter before speaking to the first customer that night
"what do you want today?" she paused "you just looking to get wasted or do you want something specific"
She said that whole thing with a sly grin like it was normal to say that which to her it was.
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Lord Xavier
Conceal me what I am, and be my aid.
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Post by Lord Xavier on Dec 23, 2011 22:16:22 GMT -5
the devil could not be everywhere therefore he decided to create monsters like me [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style,width: 450px; background-color: #000000;] Having decided to venture out from the Vampire District to clear his head, Lord Xavier was destined for some small but lively bar in downtown New Orleans. This was his city and he wanted to have fun with it tonight, to play with the little puppets that danced through the streets, masquerading as real people but controlled by the powers that be, ancient gods blind and rolling dice, changing the patterns on the chalkboard. It was about time the king moved onto the playing field, time to interact with the peasantry, find something to entertain his ancient mind which falls in spasms and seizures of insanity.
The master vampire had just dropped a duffel bag filled with blood money and high quality cocaine at his personal abode, where he kept his coffin when he required it, and hordes of unspeakably evil and nightmarish creatures that would swarm the streets of New Orleans upon his command, bursting skulls, eating flesh, toying with internal organs, the whole macabre shebang. He had just finished having his own fun with a trio of junk sick hobos looking to rape any pretty little thing that came their way, having thrust steel rods through their bodies, setting them alight and watching them disintegrate in all their cadaverous and mortal beauty.
Like a mirage on the Arabian flats, the image of Lord Xavier Vladimirescu flickered into being as he drew himself out of the shadows and slowed down to a halt, having used his incredible speed to reach the bar. Walking calmly up to the front of the building, he could feel eyes turning to examine him through a haze of boozy inertia, taking in the sight of a middle-aged and smartly dressed man entering some up and coming place like the Circle Bar. A few recognised him and left instantly, dropping cigarettes and drinks and just leaving as quickly as they could.
Smirking as he stepped inside, the vampire master came to a standstill, allowing himself a few moments to judge the crowd that night. Maroon eyes scanned the twilight, taking in a few isolated groups that weren't fixated on the live band, refusing to acknowledge his presence. Suspicious. Opening his mind up, he lightly connected himself to everybody in the room, gently massaging the telepathic links and finding out more and more about everyone in the room. Most were human, few were vampires, lycanthropes were dotted around the room and... hello, what was this? Something quite extraordinary.
Directing himself toward the bar, he lined himself up against the wooden surface with an eerily perfect grace and precision. Resting an elbow on the bar, his hand went straight inside his jacket, winding past his powerful handgun, reaching for one of his luxurious cigarettes. Sliding it between his thin lips, lighting it a second later, Lord Xavier turned his back to the entertainment and focused on the barmaid who wished to take his order. He was quite over the moon; she wasn't human or vampire, but something quite different and quite rare in these parts.
Blowing the toxic smoke out of the corner of his mouth, he answered her slowly, gravelly tones mixed in with his Romanian accent, "Whisky on the rocks." Bringing the cigarette back up to his mouth, he took a long drag as his maroon eyes studied her, wondering what on earth had brought her kind to New Orleans. "And let's make it a double," he added, exhaling the smoke as he spoke. Perhaps she didn't know who he was, better that she didn't otherwise he would never find out what her kind was doing back in his city of the dead.
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Post by lalala145 on Dec 23, 2011 23:45:10 GMT -5
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Predinner Mayo,
She nodded and acknowledgement when she got the order before reaching for the whiskey. She saw that when the new arrival came in quite a few had gotten up and left the building, she’d never seen the guy on any of her previous shifts probably didn’t come very often but still well known this one was just famous for starting fights in here in other words the one that make a fool of himself after getting wasted. She made a mental note to watch this one, though the other looked to be middle aged at the least she knew quite well if others run then there could be a threat she just kept it to herself.
She reached for the larger glass and scooped up the few ice cubes like it was nothing, the blackened figures dubbed rings that marked her fingers clearly visible, a few of the many tattoos they were the only ones clearly visible at the moment. No one was yet to ask about them but she had a faked story to back them up if they didn’t know what they were and another story if they did know both so that they wouldn’t figure out anything else.
Once filled she placed it in front of him “one whiskey on the rocks” a slight pause “ doubled”
it’s good for you WORDS: TAGGED: OUTFIT: MUSIC: goes here NOTES template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains! |
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