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Post by Doctor Elizabeth Garrison on Jul 24, 2012 1:35:43 GMT -5
[ Doctor Elizabeth's nose wrinkled when the familiar smell of overpowering body odor hit her like a two-ton truck, but having worked with corpses for years, the affects wore off immediately. Thanks to her and her colleagues, a nasty murder entailing an out-of-control junkie had been solved, and she decided to do what she did best (well, one of many things): study social interaction. She'd been meaning to observe vampires in a crowd like this, figure out more of their mindset, how they control their hunger, etc.
"What'll it be, miss?"
Elizabeth blinked, "Oh, just a glass of Daniel's on the rocks, please."
The bartender slid the drink to her, she took it in her hand, sipped casually, and went straight to observing. Or, rather, she tried to, but it was interrupted by an attractive vampire who, she now noticed, had been eying her since she arrived. Was she being targeted for potential prey?
This was the perfect opportunity to find out more about the species!
Elizabeth quirked a brow at the vampire, he smirked, she blinked, and there he was in front of her. Either he was really fast or this drink had been seriously drugged. For sake of her safety, she hoped it was the first.
"What's a woman like you doing here without a date?"
Elizabeth sniffed, and caught whiff of a pleasant aroma coming from the vampire. Instead of answering his question like any other normal human, she began with her ramblings...
"Are you trying to seduce me with pheromones?"
"That's a strange question to ask someone who just asked something simple," he snickered.
"That smell is causing my hormonal levels to rise above the average level. Somehow it's triggering the production of dopamine in the right ventral tegmental and thus beginning to maximize the libido." Elizabeth smiled to herself at this, let out a small laugh, and looked at him again, "That's really interesting. But, I'm not going to sleep with you."
The vampire blinked at her, cleared his throat and walked off. It was awkward for him, but for the curious anthropologist, this was just another day in the quest for knowledge. |
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Post by Rowan Amber on Jul 24, 2012 15:25:33 GMT -5
[style=background: #3f4959; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px ; margin-bottom: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;]I think someone's trying to show us a sign [/style][style=background-color: #535c66; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #141b2c;text-align: justify;]The night seemed to have faired well for something that took time adjusting to. Eight years into the adjustment and it still was a challenge not being able to see the sun set against the horizon. The longing feeling she received every time she woke for the night made it hard to realize that one, she would never see the sun again, and two, she would never see a single thing in her life again. Her ex-husband made sure of that when he made his appearance in town.
Weaving in and out of the crowd at Danse Macabre wasn't a challenge, she simply wacked people with her white cane and they moved. Maybe they didn't want to feel the wraith of a blind vampire. One who had been the fledgling of the former Master of the City. There was no denying it, but people still found it hard to believe that a vampire couldn't protect themselves against the other species of the supernatural to avoid holy water.
Rowan's ears caught onto a conversation between a male vampire and female human, but the words were lost to the wind when she finally figured out their location. Curious creature, Rowan was decided that it was best to check things out for possible enjoyment for the night. She weaved her cane back and forth to make sure there wasn't any kind of objects in her way, she tapped someone's shoe by accident, but it seemed that she was already in the location she wanted.
"I'm terrible sorry for my rudeness. I didn't mean to poke you with my walking stick. Its a bit hard to travel around here with so many people around and not a care in the world for a blind woman," Rowan's voice was sweet and quiet, but still loud enough to be heard over the noise.
"The man who just spoke with you, he wasn't giving any trouble was he? Everyone here seems to have a way with violence to get what they want before deciding its not worth it on a dance floor." Rowan pulled her blonde locks away from her face to rest behind the notch of her ear as she tried to figure if the woman was someone looking for trouble or was an innocent bystander.
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Post by Doctor Elizabeth Garrison on Jul 25, 2012 0:10:36 GMT -5
Now there was something Elizabeth didn't expect: a blind woman inside a club crawling with werewolf and vampire alike. It was the sound of people yelping in surprise and the flash of a thin, white cane that caught her attention. Those who had been struck didn't glare at her for long, or wouldn't even cast their wary glances at her. The only way she could be inside a place like this without being bothered by the supernatural left her with one hypothesis: she wasn't human. But there wasn't enough evidence to solidify that claim--more observation was required to reach a conclusion.
"I'm terrible sorry for my rudeness. I didn't mean to poke you with my walking stick. Its a bit hard to travel around here with so many people around and not a care in the world for a blind woman."
Elizabeth looked to her, "Oh it's fine. Being blind makes it difficult to properly calculate where someone could be located within the reach of your cane."
"The man who just spoke with you, he wasn't giving any trouble was he? Everyone here seems to have a way with violence to get what they want before deciding its not worth it on a dance floor."
"Oh, he was trying to spur my libido into overdrive in hopes of procreation, but the mating rituals of the vampire aren't something I'd want to participate in. I just observe." The affects of the pheromones had worn off on her, but the musky,sweet smell still lingered in the air. Within the crowd of weaving bodies, she spotted said male with another woman who he had successfully lured into a seductive dance of sorts. Perhaps that was part of the ritual?"In fact I think he just found a mate so I'm off the bait."
The proper term was "off the hook" but Elizabeth had forgotten that expression.
"I have to ask: why does no one lash out at you for striking them with your cane? Are you of an important status to these people?" |
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Post by Rowan Amber on Jul 25, 2012 0:26:34 GMT -5
[style=background: #3f4959; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px ; margin-bottom: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;]I think someone's trying to show us a sign [/style][style=background-color: #535c66; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #141b2c;text-align: justify;]Her concentration was on the woman whom she thought was standing in front of her, the human could have been mere inches to either side of her, but Rowan pictured her as being in front of her. It was a devestating lost waking up from that place in the forest, not realize where she was or what had happened until she ran into a tree. It wasn't until then did she realize she was blind. Blind as a bat and stuck like it forever.
Bringing herself back to the present, Rowan caught some of the words the woman was saying. Lost as to what she was speaking about. Procreation? Rowan had to give a soft laugh to that, the male vampire certainly didn't want to procreate. That was certain.
"I'm sorry for the outburst, but I can certainly tell you he was not in the hopes of procreation. Many of them just want to break bodies into a million pieces and leave bodies dry if they could," Rowan gave a small smile. Rowan gave a confused look at hearing the words, "off the bait," but she didn't question it anymore before the woman asked another question. One referring to her and if she was a social status to the vampires.
To tell a mere human her 'secret' identity or give the woman false hope? Oh so many things could be spoken, Rowan could revert back to her old ways when she lived in New York, the sketchbook killer, as the NYPD so happily labeled the murders there. Such a challenge to pick up on old habits when someone couldn't do the crimes of the named serial killer if they didn't have the one thing that made them stand out. Eyes. Rowan missed the old days, Xavier found it hilarious that she had such a past. As if to point out that he didn't believe her. It was a strong disappointment, even when the madman couldn't even help her find a way to give her sight back.
"No, no. Important status to them? Puh-lease. No. I was the former Master of the City's only living fledgling. Mess with me, and you get the wraith of him. Though I don't think it quite worked like that though..." She had to give a double take on the thought about what happened if she was attacked. Of course now with her disability she would have a harder time defending herself, but she was learning everything she could to protect herself, slowly. Rowan was careful not to say whether the former Master was dead or alive, because she certainly did not know his whereabouts. She knew he wasn't dead, but where his location was a mystery.
"I don't want to sound harsh, so many women these days are, but you're different than the rest. I mean like in the way that. How do I put this? Different in not being stuck-up, wanting to be a vampire junkie, per say. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
STARRING: Elizabeth Garrison| LOCATION: Danse Macabre | OUTFIT: | NOTES: | |
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Post by Doctor Elizabeth Garrison on Jul 25, 2012 0:47:04 GMT -5
Elizabeth gave her a puzzled look when she laughed at her.
"I'm sorry for the outburst, but I can certainly tell you he was not in the hopes of procreation. Many of them just want to break bodies into a million pieces and leave bodies dry if they could."
It clicked! How could she forget that was the main purpose of the vampire? Her lips cracked into an accomplished smile when her quick mind immediately drafted up this: "That makes sense! With the female, or male's, sex drive tipping the scales, they wouldn't consider they were just going to be food for the vampire. So, it's a matter of luring the prey into a false sense of security so the predator can gain nourishment without a fight. It's genius if you really think about it." Elizabeth made a "huh" sound, finished her drink and slid it to the bartender for another round. The anthropologist had built a great deal of tolerance so another glass wouldn't even leave her with a buzz.
"No, no. Important status to them? Puh-lease. No. I was the former Master of the City's only living fledgling. Mess with me, and you get the wraith of him. Though I don't think it quite worked like that though..."
Fledgling? Wait..."Oh! So you are either a vampire or a werewolf, but fledgling seems to be the more common term for the vampire. But point is you're not human. And it would explain why no one tried to rip your throat out, because he--I think 'Master' is the word used by the fledgling--would probably have a worse fate in mind." A fresh glass of Jack's slid to her. Elizabeth nodded her thanks to the bartender.
"I don't want to sound harsh, so many women these days are, but you're different than the rest. I mean like in the way that. How do I put this? Different in not being stuck-up, wanting to be a vampire junkie, per say. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"
"Oh, I am different," she stated in an 'as-a-matter-a-fact' tone, "but I do understand what you are getting at. I know people come here to fulfill the sexual fetish of being bitten or engaging in sexual activity with a non-human. I am an anthropologist but my area of expertise is Forensic Anthropology. I'm the best in my field."
It was stated so casually--she must have been given comments about her work, or was confident in her skills. Maybe too confident? Perhaps to one who had just met her.
"I come here to learn. I know it's a controlled environment with the music and alcohol but it's just another aspect of the culture." |
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Post by Rowan Amber on Jul 25, 2012 3:17:02 GMT -5
[style=background: #3f4959; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px ; margin-bottom: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;]I think someone's trying to show us a sign [/style][style=background-color: #535c66; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #141b2c;text-align: justify;]Rowan simply nodded toward the woman. She knew all about gathering prey. She may have been a vampire for nearly 9 years, she didn't need a human to explain the concept of what a vampire had to do to get the person to follow them, but she let the woman rambling on if it made her happy.
"Correct, I'm a vampire. I thought that was obvious by mentioning the word 'fledgling.' Maybe I was clearly mistaken. If you want to think that a worse fate could come to the victim go for it. Though personally they would probably be dumped somewhere for the police to find."
Rowan felt this conversation going somewhere else. Maybe it was the woman? The woman was quite a strange one, Rowan was used to strange, but this seemed out of proportion. Especially hearing how the woman used her free time to 'watch people' in clubs and bars to understand the vampire world.
"Controlled environment? How does an anthropologist like yourself get mixed up with a 'controlled environment' that you have so kindly mentioned, out of a deadly and dangerous world of vampires, werewolves, boogie mans and other creatures out there? This place is certainly not a controlled environment. On some nights its mild, but other nights can get out of control."
Rowan was becoming uncomfortable. The woman got to her in a way where she didn't know what to expect and what was going to come next. She had this odd vibe come off the woman without even knowing what the human looked like. What an odd little person, she thought.
STARRING: Elizabeth Garrison | LOCATION: Danse Macabre| OUTFIT: | NOTES: | |
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Post by Doctor Elizabeth Garrison on Jul 25, 2012 12:53:50 GMT -5
"Controlled environment? How does an anthropologist like yourself get mixed up with a 'controlled environment' that you have so kindly mentioned, out of a deadly and dangerous world of vampires, werewolves, boogie mans and other creatures out there? This place is certainly not a controlled environment. On some nights its mild, but other nights can get out of control."
"Oh, it's not controlled in the way you may think it is. You see, there are factors in this environment that could classify it as controlled. The alcohol, the music, and the dancing causes people to behave differently. So with all these stimulating factors being presented, the party-goer's normal interactions are affected to some degree." She finished her drink, reached into her pocket, pulled out a ten dollar bill and slid it over to the bartender--she'd had enough for the night, "I got mixed up in this because I find the culture fascinating. I know it's gruesome, but the Aztec cultures were just as violent."
Rambling, Elizabeth. Rambling. Remember what your boss said. That's for the work environment. This is a non-working environment, and you're talking to a vampire.
Elizabeth smiled at her, "Sorry, I've been at work all day and my colleagues and I discuss subjects like this. Names Elizabeth. Doctor Elizabeth. Or you can call me Angela--it's which you prefer. I never got your name."
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Post by Rowan Amber on Jul 25, 2012 22:13:16 GMT -5
[style=background: #3f4959; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px ; margin-bottom: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;]I think someone's trying to show us a sign [/style][style=background-color: #535c66; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #141b2c;text-align: justify;]Rowan collapsed her walking stick as she listened to the human woman. She learn to grow acustom to the strange things happening around New Orleans. It never was like New York, when she lived there. Things were fast pace in New York. Here just seemed to have all crazies and party goers. Something she never quite understood. And this woman seemed to fit perfectly into this environment of crazy.
"Aztec culture violent? I'm pretty sure that some vampires think they are Aztec Gods. Its only a matter of time before they get out of that state of pretend," Rowan was trying to find the best way to excuse herself and move on.
"Names Elizabeth. Doctor Elizabeth. Or you can call me Angela--it's which you prefer. I never got your name."
Rowan completely phased the first part of her sentence out and only caught the last half of it about names. "I never gave it out. Amethyst Amber." It was her birth name, but not a named she used often. By her giving out that name, she was reverting back to her old ways. Ways she left behind when Xavier took her life that dreadful night in New York. It almost felt like it was the other day when that attack happened.
It gave her chills thinking about it. Trying to head home after a recent killing, hearing noises as she passed a building. It seemed nothing until the man came up to her trying to make her his next victim. People died because of her stupid actions. Running away from a 500 year old vampire was a stupid reason to run. Only to die from gun shot wounds to the major artery in her leg and coming back into this world a creature of the night.
Coming back into the present, Rowan turned to look at the woman in the direction she thought the woman was located at. "Did you say anything else? Sorry, reeling in old thoughts and memories. There was just one memory that stood out and I just can't stop thinking about it. It was from when I still lived in New York. They had a serial killer going around. Named them the Sketchbook Killer. Odd name for a serial killer, but they just stand out so clearly because they left pieces of a sketchbook page at each of the crime scenes. I was scared to leave my apartment then because I feared I was next since I was such an avid artist. Now those dreams are gone..." Rowan sighed as she thought what she would do next to keep her occupied for the rest of the night.
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Post by Doctor Elizabeth Garrison on Jul 29, 2012 20:30:58 GMT -5
Amethyst had her at "sketchbook serial killer". Elizabeth's eyes became wider than dinner plates--at least briefly--and she immediately focused her attention on the blind vampire, "I heard of that case! But this was before I came into this area. They never found the killer, did they?" The music grew louder so she had to raise her voice. The Doctor had looked at the files, examined some of the corpses and evidence, but since the case wasn't her's, she couldn't work on it. Real shame, really. But this could be her chance to crack open a case that didn't get too far.
But, her unnatural power just had to kick in at the most inconvenient time. A dull pain swirled in her head, and like clockwork, she feigned a terrible migraine as the vision pushed through.
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Someone was walking through an alley. A clock rippled into view showing four o'clock in the morning. A knife reflected off the lamppost's glow. Blood sprayed and pooled around the body of a male. He gurgled, bubbles popped over his lips, and he grew still. The location was not too far from here since a body had been discovered here before...
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Elizabeth groaned, rubbed her head and sat up from her slouched position. At least this vision was shorter than most--some have gone for over two minutes. "Migraine. Sorry. Did you say something?" |
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Post by Rowan Amber on Jul 31, 2012 14:51:28 GMT -5
[style=background: #3f4959; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; color: #d8d7e4; text-align: left; letter-spacing: 2px; width: 390px; padding: 5px ; margin-bottom: -3px; text-transform: uppercase;]I think someone's trying to show us a sign [/style][style=background-color: #535c66; width: 390px; padding: 5px; font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #141b2c;text-align: justify;]"I don't think they ever found the killer. If they did I wasn't living there at the time. I had been turned when they found the last victim to appear up dead and left shortly thereafter." Rowan was careful with how she worded her problems. She knew what had happened, the serial killer had left New York, for a warmer climate and went to get used to their new life.
Well their new life as a vampire, where they could continue their killing spree in a new city and do it throughout the years without anyone ever knowing who did it. Only the killings stopped in New York, and never went anywhere else. The killer certainly couldn't do it anymore.
Being blind just had to make things worse for her. Couldn't see, wasn't able to defend self against intruders, couldn't see her daughter grow up. All the things that she wanted to do and see, she was unable to. Now if only she could find a way to get her sight back. Maybe then she could continue killing thugs in this city. Everyone knew there were problems here, why not bring the Sketchbook Killer here? It was a perfect place to do it. Plenty of crimes going on with vampires and supernaturals. She could get the job done twice as fast and no one would know if the killer was human or a supernatural it was perfect.
Rowan heard the woman beside her make a noise, a painful noise at that, but she didn't say anything until the woman asked if she had said anything. "No, I didn't say anything. Is everything alright? That was more than just an oncoming Migraine. People don't moan and groan when a Migraine come on." Rowan knew she was overstepping a ground, but she was curious as to why the woman paused. Especially when she seemed so interested in her Sketchbook Killer cases. Oh the life of secrets built up to keep people safe and sound. Rowan missed the life of danger. Was this woman any danger to her now that she had mentioned the Sketchbook Killer to her?
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