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Post by unknown on Dec 18, 2011 14:45:08 GMT -5
suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
The nightlife in New Orleans had always seemed to satisfy Roxy's need for getting away from the monotomy of her life. When she was younger, the pulsing lights, pounding music and jirating bodies never failed to impress her, but today she just wanted to be among her sort of people. The supernaturals. Mostly vampires in this part of town but were's always prowled the area. She'd heard that Dead Dave's was one of the cool places to go, especially for her people. Everyone around her all seemed the same, the inability to tell vampires from humans, the witches from the wolves. The stuffy air reeked of booze, sweat and smoke, but it didn't bother Roxy. Over the years she had adjusted to the smell.
She'd settled herself at the bar, and ordered drink after drink to keep herself entertained. People around her came, ordered and went with their drinks, only a few giving Roxy a quick glance before leaving. People watching was one of her favourite past times, trying to fathom people's lives and actions from the what they are doing. Roxy had spent many an hour sat in cafes just watching people, trying to guess if they were special like her. Although she guessed no-one was as special as her. so, she sat at the bar, one hand wrapped around her drink, the other tousled into her hair, and her eyes seemingly following everyone around the room.
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Post by Alan Blythe on Dec 18, 2011 16:27:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center] [style=width: 420px; font-family: impact; font-size: 30px; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; color: #5c514c; align: center; margin-top: -10px;]Lock 'n' load and I'm ready to go! [/style] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #343235; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase;margin-left: -225px; overflow:auto; height: 450px; color: #5c514c;margin-top: 2px; ]The night was just beginning, people were milling about and frankly, Alan could have dealt with none of them, but he pushed them aside, even the wolves he saw as he walked into Dead Dave's. He had some respect for the man being a former cop, but he didn't like the vampire side of him. He didn't let it get to him as he walked up and sat on a stool. He got his usual order of a hamburger, fries and a coke. Alan wasn't a man who drank. Only when he was out on his fishing trip with buddies who knew of his condition. He was known to be rough and loud when he drunk and it often kept him sober on the mainland, especially around his daughter. Maybe that was why he stayed sober for so long, to give her to the impression that he wasn't some monster, but even then he didn't even think his ex-wife let the child know what either of them were. A supernatural couple hiding their identies from a ten year old.
Was the kid smart enough to know that her parents had odd ways of showing themselves to her? He had always given the child over to Rowan during the full moon, but kept her during the weekdays to let the child know that she was be taken to school and picked up from school like a normal parent would and seeing her mother on the weekends when Rowan could stand it. Of the two of them, Alan seemed like the better parent unless she was giving herself away as a vampire to Jezebel. He brushed the thought away as he looked around the bar. He saw a few of the pack sitting here and there munching on their food trying to advert their gazes over to him, but some caught his searching eye.
Alan wasn't a mean Ulfric. He was just one that was powerful enough to make his pack obey his word after he took care of the other Ulfric that was lazy and old. Though Alan shouldn't have spoken so soon. He wasn't exactly young either, but he wasn't an old fart yet either. No matter how someone told him he was old, he was quite still easily passable as young and fresh faced. Even if Rowan called him old compared to her twenty-one looking appearance that kept her the same day in and day out. The woman needed to go, but he found himself stuck with figuring out what to do with her maker. He had always seemed to be so close by, but now he had heard rumors that the Master of the City was gone, missing. And someone was trying to take his place. Alan thought was interesting when he saw his food being brought out and started to chow down on it.
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Post by unknown on Dec 19, 2011 15:43:12 GMT -5
suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
The noise was just pleasant background noise to Roxy, and she noted the entrance of a older gentleman, the type who didn't look out of sorts in the place they had decided to entertain themselves tonight. He sat a few stools down from her, and was served right away by the bartender. The ice in her drink clinked against the glass as she raised it to her lips and took a long slug. She watched everyone's reaction to the guy, more obviously the wolves tried to avoid his gaze while other wolves wanted to catch his attention. It clicked in her head, he must be very high up in their authority to divide a room like that.
He sat in silence, his eyes travelling the room like hers had. He comforted himself with his thoughts, which looked interrupted when his food arrived. He looked almost too lonely, so when Roxy saw the girl on the stool next to him being pulled away from the bar by a group of girls to the dance floor, she pounced into the stool with her drink in toe. She took a quick sweep of the room, noting peoples reactions to her move next to him. She smiled to herself and turned back to the bar, resting her elbow on the bar. "You've just made half this room go cold. I wonder why..." Her voice concealed her interest in the subject, just letting through enough wonder to make her new companion respond.
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Post by Alan Blythe on Dec 21, 2011 5:29:08 GMT -5
Who's coming with me, to kick a hole in the sky? We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;] "You've just made half this room go cold. I wonder why..." The voice didn't startle him, it surprised him, but it didn't do the effect of making him jump. He had been chowing down on his food in peace when the woman moved to the stool next to him. Why did a mere were-lion want with him? "Oh I did? I didn't realize that." his voice was filled with sarcasm and it was suppose to hit hard. Alan wasn't a foolish man. He was one that held things in order to make sure things went smoothly, but the wolves were only surprised to see him there when he should have been at work.
"Do you see them going cold now? No. All I see is a bit of surprise on their face. Worried that I may take them back to the jail cell and leave them. Now would I do that to my own kind? Would you do that to yours, lion?" Alan asked as he turned in the stool to look at the woman. Alan wasn't a man of muscle, he had muscles, but they weren't pumped up like a body builder. They were large for a man who worked out regularly, but Alan was hard to say how he made his muscles bulge on impact of touch.
"What do you want? I only have a short time to eat before I'm suppose to go to the hospital. If you want to talk now. Talk. If not, bug off and find your own kind to mingle with." Alan was clearly annoyed, but not because of her. He wanted to check up on his daughter to make sure she was healing well, but the last thing he heard of her condition was that it was slowly improving. She was still in a medical induce coma to help with the healing, but that was all he could do. What was a worried father suppose to do with an injured child? And why was he thinking about this now in front of a were-lion?
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Post by unknown on Dec 22, 2011 17:54:20 GMT -5
suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
His voice gave way to his thoughts, like an inner gate way to his soul. Obviously he knew how his appearance would go down with his kind. Roxy could smell the faint air of wolf and outdoors now she had moved closer, but it didn't intimidate her. She hadn't fazed him, not that she meant to, but he had not stopped eating. He continued talking, during which Roxy took her time to turn on the stool, so her back leant against the bar and she could see everything in the bar. Most had gone back to enjoying their night, but there were still few who kept an eye on the wolf next to her. When he said 'lion' her attention was immediatly back on him. In response, she shrugged and finished her drink in one.
"Depends on what they did. Bad dogs should be locked up, but good little kitty's like me need treats." She smiled at her little joke and placed her glass back on the bar. "Well, there's the thing. No-one in her is my kind. I think I am the only gorgeous lion in this whole city." Her mind was quickly absorbed with the thought. Her hand flicked up to the lion pendant at her neck subconsciously as the thought grew and grew until she had to box it away into a corner of her mind to rid herself of it. Her eyes were drawn to a group of werewolves trying to out drink each other. "Your very lucky to be so surrounded by wovlves."
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Post by Alan Blythe on Jan 10, 2012 16:00:03 GMT -5
Who's coming with me, to kick a hole in the sky? We ain't gonna stop until the clock runs out. [/style][style=background-color: #262626; width: 390px; height: 275px; padding: 5px;] "Guess you're out of luck of finding anyone." Alan's voice was cold, very cold. He wasn't in the mood to talk and it seemed that the lioness was looking for company. Company he could not give. "Lucky doesn't count it. They bend to my rule, and my rule alone." Alan was nearly finished with his burgers and the fries were left. He would certainly eat them now or he would bring them along with him. Because he called to the bartender to get him a box. He would give the fries to his daughter when he got to the hospital to visit her.
He wasn't quite sure if the lioness was a threat or not. She certainly didn't seem like it, but it was obvious that she was looking for someone. "Why don't you go and mingle with some of those wolves. I'm sure they would enjoy smelling a lioness." Personally he could have cared less, but it wasn't up to him to figure out what this lioness wanted. It was her and she didn't seem that interested to take the lead on finding anyone to hang out with, but him. And he wasn't up sitting here and chit chatting. His job only got him so much that if he didn't get to the hospital, he didn't get to his daughter and it meant another woman yelling at him for standing them up. And it wasn't something he wanted to do.
"Make you're mind up for what you want, because you're losing time."
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