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Post by Dorian Denixost on Jun 6, 2008 15:14:48 GMT -5
ooc; Whoo! Open for anybody and everybody who might want to. :B
Patter patter patter patter.
The rain bounced lightly off of the roof and slid down the sides of the dark gray top of the small building positioned off to the side, somewhat in seclusion, in a remote area of the infamous park. Upon the roof of the gazebo the sound was more like that of water hitting tin, the sound almost loud, but that aside, the resonance was nothing but peaceful. It was a light but torrential sort of rainfall - neither belonging to a shower or a storm. It was the standard, gloomy, London rain that sunk into the hearts of the city's residents, creating a droll, gray ambience that was everywhere.
The rain was something he was used to. In New York, where he had lived all of his vampiric life, which was only four years, it had rained often. But that rain was exciting. It was stimulating, electrifying, and brought a skip to his step. This rain was borderline depressing. Everything had turned a murky gray color, and though he could not claim to 'distaste' it, there was a decent amount of resentment in the fact that things were so slow in this place. A new resident to England, very new in fact, he had not expected to find himself in Gloom Central.
All was well, though. After all, it was only six in the afternoon, a time in which he would normally still be in hiding, sleeping until the beautiful moon rose to shine gently upon his face and wake him into a lovely state of mind - welcoming the delicious night like a child greets its mother. Because of London's delightful rain factor, it appeared much, much later than it actually was - an aspect that proved to have come in his favor. Yes, he was getting used to it now, getting used to being able to venture out sooner than he would have otherwise.
The only slightly disheartening thing about it was, however, that the people of London seemed to have gotten used to it as well. The rain did little to stop them - they were still here, not as many as on a more dry day, of course, but naturally he was not the only current resident of Regent's Park. It did not matter to him. He was here, in a corner of the place that was separated by a nice row of tall bushes, set back away from the main portion of the park. Here, where trees created a dark border behind him, and a slight stretch of grass was before him, he was alone.
The gazebo had made a fine sanctuary from the rain. Of course, 'sanctuary' was hardly the word for it - obviously he did not mind it much. If anything, Dorian adored the rain. Sometimes. Much like his personality, the odd male's "likes" and "dislikes" were apt to change at any given point in time. This lonely afternoon, he was somber and melancholy, not the playful, childish being he was capable of becoming on most nights. That part of him was temporarily gone, lost as if it had never existed, and he was the picture of stillness as he sat as calmly and evenly as if he had been a mere statue.
It had been raining all day, and he had come here when it became dark enough. There was no danger of the sun making another appearance before nightfall - it was practically here, anyway. There would be no brilliantly-hued sunset today, no dramatic exit of the damned ball that represented pain for so many around and throughout the area. The gray, foggy environs would simply dissolve into darkness. He had watched many nights like this. The sky was an almost white color, though dark gray from the rain, with a bit of brown and maroon in there as well. It was incredibly dismal and slow, this bleak afternoon.
He had long-since arrived from his escapade to the park, and was perfectly dry as he sat there in the small white veranda with the thick gray crown, and the reason for this was positioned in front of him. The seating in here was all the way around, in a circle, and a thin, leathery black umbrella was situated there, propped against the wall of the gazebo. He himself was sat neatly to one side, arms on either side of him up along the railing, safe and secure inside of the sheltering area, though a hand would occasionally reach out to dapple in the soft, cold, wet drops that cascaded from the skies above.
Legs were slightly parted, black dress shoes flat on the wooden floor below him, black slack pants following the length of his long legs, folding at the knee and creasing there, then settling over the tops of his shoelaces. Upon his lissome torso was a white shirt of a soft material, long-sleeved, somewhat baggy upon his body, but fitting him nicely nonetheless. [-pokes at signature- Somewhat like that, n_n] The top two buttons were undone to expose smooth, crème-hued flesh of an extremely pallid tone, and there was no real collar to the shirt at all. It was neatly tucked in, a corner sticking out somewhat but other than that the male seemed entirely composed, his aura exuberating that of someone who was entirely at ease with himself as he sat there so coolly, eyes barely showing from underneath dark bang, though they were fixated lazily on the gray distance that reached from the gazebo.
His hair was such that it hung so into his face - nearly concealing the dark, ebony eyes that dully stared, seemingly stuck in his own mind, wrapped around his own thoughts. Indeed, he was perfectly still - dark, purple lips calm and hiding the weapons that lurked underneath them quite well. He had fed a night ago and so was content - though hunger would soon shriek in his veins. Perhaps tomorrow night. It wouldn't do to be greedy. The hair was immensely soft, silken, and smooth, yet thick in its own way, and it created a sort of shadow over his eyes that masked the usual shadow that resided there. Surrounding those dark orbs were shadows of their own, his skin pale and contrasting to the darkness there. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, a completely eerie figure, yet almost beautiful in his languid, still, dark way.
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Post by cherry on Jun 7, 2008 6:43:46 GMT -5
ooc;; Hope you don't mind if I pop in =D
bic;; The dark, dreary rain had been almost continuous throughout the day, but that never seemed to stop a resident of the city of London. It was something that all of the citizens had gotten used to, this slightly depressing weather, and Mina was no exception. The feeling of the rain trickling down her face, taking with it some of her painstakingly applied make-up, and soaking into her hair, flattening the golden curls to her head, had become an almost expected feeling when she walked out the door of her tiny shop. And the other citizens felt the same way; though it was raining, it did not, by any means, slow the business of her shop. In fact, her day had been rather busy, taking measurements and cutting fabric and sewing.
The rain was such a frequent thing for Mina. Had it been raining when her brother had been abducted? Certainly; she could remember the sound of the heavy drops on the roof of her parents' home, pit-pat-pit-pat. And it had been raining on many of those countless days she spent in the library, leafing through the thick, old volumes, looking for any information about the undead, some sort of clue about the pale and bloody creature that had dragged her precious older brother away. And now, here, walking through the park, the rain was messing up her hair and streaking down her face, over the rouge on her cheeks and lips, and soaking her pretty dress. But she didn't try to stop it-- she simply continued on through the small, sparsely populated park, her steps kept light and cheerful even when she wasn't feeling that way at all.
Stepping into the small gazebo brought immediate relief from the rain that had been pelting her, but not the cold. In fact, when she noticed the other occupant of the tiny, open building, she felt a chill penetrate her warm clothes and her skin, right down through her muscles to her bones. It wasn't a pleasant feeling at all, and she closed her eyes, trying to expell the deep chill from her body, before she opened them and took a brief minute to analyze the man sitting across from her.
He looked around her age, she thought, with admittedly similar looks. The general bone structure of the face and the dark eyes matched surprisingly well in a city where Mina had looked different than everyone else from birth. It was easy to tell that the man was Asian, or at least had some Asian heritage, like herself, and immediately she was reminded of her father. But there was a difference, a very distinct one, between the way her father looked and the way this man did. Her father had been laid-back, friendly-looking, and unthreatening; this man had a mysterious and dark quality about him that made Mina a bit nervous.
"Good evening," she said after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, giving the man another quick, curious glance before her gaze returned in an almost shy manner to her hands, folded neatly in her lap. She sat unrelaxed, her posture perfectly straight and her body tense beneath the layers of black, silken ruffles that made up her dress. She always dressed nicely, even when she was simply going out for a stroll in the rain. It was because of something her mother had told her constantly as a child, and something that was proven true this dreary evening - you never know who you might meet when you least expect it!
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Post by Dorian Denixost on Jun 7, 2008 10:33:53 GMT -5
ooc; Oh, not at all. :3
A rather indolent sigh sounded from the now slightly-parted lips of the male, the fingers of his left hand now tapping idly on the railing of the gazebo, long arms still stretching out on either side of him. Other than this soft movement the man was still, thoughts elsewhere, yet always drawn back to the sound of the rain. His eyes were so fixated on some unseen point out in the distance, his thoughts wrapped around nothing in particular, that he was quite detached from the world around him, for the moment. He let himself breathe in, and then breathe out, slowly, enjoying the damp feel of the air around him. It was exceptionally peaceful to the male. He loved the way the rain smelled, masking out most other scents save for the intensely strong ones. He doubted there was any that could block out the wet, cold smell of the rain on this particular afternoon.
And so, he was humorously surprised when a sudden scent broke through, yet quite after his eyes had caught the movement - that was backwards, he supposed. Normally he would smell and then see. It simply proved how strong the rain was. Indeed, the scent of this person hardly compared to that of the rain - perhaps it was only because he had recently fed, a day or two ago, and so his senses were not seeking out the warm flesh of another. Instead, he gazed up at the person a bit dully, as if coming out of some slow state of mind; he had been in his own little world, so to speak, and was a bit taken aback that there was suddenly someone in the gazebo with him.
Dark eyes of a colorless hue shifted up to take in the appearance of the person - what surprised him more than anything was the fact that someone other than himself was around this part of the park. So secluded, and dark, near the forest and away from the central activity of things, even if the rain had lessened the usual amount of residents to Regent's to only a few stragglers. And, she was female. Dorian blinked at her, his face not registering the surprise that he felt, only taking her in slowly and silently. It was unusual for a woman to be around here all on her own. Then, perhaps she was no ordinary woman?
But he knew, simply from looking at her, what she was. Mortals far outweighed the vampiric population here, even though he had 'met' many more of his own kind since his recent move to England. 'Met' could hardly explain the situation - he had no interest in mingling with others like himself, for in his mind he wasn't like them at all. He was a loner, only taking what he needed and then moving on. He had no intentions on making attachments.
Good evening.
He continued to stare at her, watching as she looked down to the small hands in her lap. Everything about her was small - yet there was a certain maturity set into her face that suggested she was not simply as young as she might have appeared by first glance. His interest was beginning to escalate - she was by far the most unique-looking character he had ever come across in his short time in London, and he found that his eyes were vexed upon her features. She was obviously not originally from Europe, and that surprised him. Her smooth-looking, creamy skin, the shape of her eyes and face. He had never met another like himself, here, and so was momentarily transfixed.
But then he realized he was being rude.
The corners of his lips rose slightly, and the soft smile was upon his face as his chin lifted somewhat so as to make his eyes more noticeable to her. Gazing at her through thick bang, the male sat up straighter, keeping his relaxed position. "Good evening," he responded, dipping his head in a soft nod. Dorian, ever the person-observer, found that he was very much intrigued by this woman, especially what she was doing out here, in the rain. She was sodden, her make-up smudged, and her hair soaked, yet she still exuberated a sort of innocent splendor that few could claim to hold after walking in the rain.
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 7, 2008 12:10:31 GMT -5
OoC: I thought this could be fun! Yay Asian people! x3
The rain filtered down through her hair, wetting the thick long black tresses, which defiantly remained straight, now hued with a bright gloss that penetrated through the abyss of pure colour. The black shredded folds fabric sat heavily on the Gazebo roof, she’d been here for a while. Choosing to be ignorant of the creature that came here first… the human was a little hard to ignore though. She lifted a slender long nailed hand into the air, watching as the rain bounced off her skin, chilling it to the point that only sun would make it warm… and that was deemed never to happen again. Well, definitely not as long as she wanted to keep said skin. She kept pretty still as not to alert them, amused at how her scent was dampened by the rain, then carried off in a moist breath, it was like she wasn’t here at all. Returning her thoughts to the Mortal female below she paused once again, tempted, a vicious bite attacking her insides as her mind automatically focused. Crimson dripped from her hand, mixing with the deep pool the roof of the gazebo had collected, it settled in the water, diluting the precious crimson liquid to the point of non-existence. The Chinese vampire had already eaten…and yet still, she felt she needed it. The blood of that woman…perhaps even the blood of the Male too. Vampire or no; blood was blood.
The rain kept hitting her hard, buffeting the lace that securely tied her depressingly drab obi against her especially thin form, her black tresses stuck to her shoulders, and fell in thick bangs on both sides of her neck. The time between killings were always getting shorter, she’d noticed; however reluctant she was to see being infected as a bad thing.
Byakko turned her head down, eyes on the waterproofed Gazebo tiling, the elegantly slanted optics narrowing as if she was disappointed she couldn’t just see straight through it. Noise; speech? Pft. She supposed the woman wasn’t aware then. Stupid humans… all they had the ability of smelling was food, and they had even less sense for danger. It was only when they were in it that they even started to suspect…and they were the ones doing the pitying too. It should have been the Vampire pitying them…not the other way around. Not that Byakko knew any other vampires…
It wasn’t long before she felt the growing pool collecting on the roof lap coldly at her bare feet. She looked down, dismissing the feeling as it was really of no use to her, after all it wouldn’t get her claws bloody any faster; would it? She moved her hand back, setting it under her small chin, absent mindedly drawing her long nails up and down the side of her neck. She Looking out to the crown of the trees, slick and wet, dealing with the look much better then she was.
In truth, she didn’t like the rain. Byakko usually sheltered with the cats in such an instance, but she had to stay here. Diluted blood stained the golden tan colour of her skin, running down in thin pale streaks from her temple, as well as staining her hands with almost purposeful stripes and swirls. If she went down now she’d get seen and hunted for the blood; even if some of it was her own this time. The young man she’d devoured earlier had gotten in a good blow with a glass bottle… she’d been quite surprised actually, it had been a while since she’d seen her own blood. ‘Course after that she’d shredded him…he was much less a man now; more a pile of bloody ribbons. There was a chance the Male below might smell her, or be aware of her…but she wasn’t that worried now; because he had to pretend he was a good little boy. In that sense she was indebted to the Mortal…
Eyes of mix matched hue looked down, small feral pupils adorning the center of the two different pools of colour, one was hued a deep umber, flecked with a thick crimson here and there, whilst the other was a crystalline blue, which ghosted in the center, turning a pale icy white colour. She let them half lid in a languid manner; a predatory glitter subsiding as she let her body relax a little, black tresses spilling forward as she scoffed quietly at the patience she suddenly seemed capable of exerting.
Who knew.
She’d give them a minute.
Maybe less.
Hey, maybe she’d even play nice after that minute blew by.
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Post by cherry on Jun 7, 2008 13:23:02 GMT -5
ooc;; I didn't know there would be so many Jrock fans here! *high fives all around*
bic;; A burst of wind against Mina's rain-soaked skin made her shiver, lifting a petite hand to pull her black shawl more tightly around her shoulders. It was so unbelievably cold, and the eerie feeling that this man's prescence gave her didn't much help. Part of her wanted to be polite as she gazed up at her companion through a thick curtain of curled eyelashes; after all, it was lonely there, and what could be better when one was lonely than a chat with a very handsome stranger? The prospect was certainly exciting, to share words with the mysterious man sitting across from her. But at the same time, he was curiously pallid, and there was a very distinctly eerie feel about the situation.
The woman's lips parted just slightly, about to speak the first question that had come to her mind-- what are you doing here in the rain, anyway? But that would have come across as rude; besides, she wasn't one to talk when she, too, was out strolling in the dreary drizzle. She had simply needed a break from her duties at work. Sure, she enjoyed sewing, and perhaps being a seamstress was an ideal job for her, but she was tired of being busy. Her hands, one of which was lifted to brush away a few sand-coloured strands of hair plastered to her face, were sore from accidentally poking herself with her needle so many times, and her eyes were weary from focusing so intently on stitch after stitch after tiny, tiny stitch. She took great pride in her work, and nothing less than perfect would ever suffice.
And that included her super-fun "second job". When Mina was twenty-one years old, she had found out just what had taken her brother: a vampire. And since then, she had encountered quite a few. She'd killed some, too, mainly by enticing one into chasing her and then keeping him out until the sun began to rise. But those little hands that sat folded in her lap... they had driven stakes through many cold, unfeeling vampire hearts.
Finally, she found something to say, and she parted her lips again to speak. "Lovely night, isn't it?" Her tone was mocking; it was easy to see that she was being sarcastic. She glanced up at the roof of the gazebo for a brief second, her hazel eyes narrowing. There was something up there... there was definately something. But what? She wasn't quite sure how much she wanted to stay and find out. She forced herself to remain there, eyes trained on the man she had been speaking to. Worst case scenario, she could, and would, fight for her life.
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Post by Dorian Denixost on Jun 7, 2008 22:04:31 GMT -5
Dorian simply sat there, staring at the girl in what could be considered either a lazy manner or quite the opposite - intense. Indeed, those dark eyes were now fixated completely on her pair that nearly matched his own, and he was as still as a dead object as he watched her silently, but his body language, other than that, was completely lax. A couple of fingers even began tapping once again along the wooden railing, the slender, pallid digits drumming over the solid object with a soft sound that could barely be heard over the sound of the rain. One leg went up to rest on the other, and so he sat in that typical "male fashion," lips relaxed yet pressed together as he continued to take her in. The rain had almost entirely masked her scent - he could barely even detect her smell. Not that he cared to now; as previously mentioned he was quite content.
He was a rather odd character. It was hard to believe that someone so seemingly calm and docile could be so completely different - His childish, "fun"-loving self breaking out at random times. And then there was his darker, seductive side that would crawl out of him like a snake from a rock, twisting around him until all he saw was darkness, and he found pleasure in the company of others as opposed to his loner self, as he was just now. Always, he was a person-studier; always he was content in staring at people to see the queer things they did. For he could safely set himself apart from everyone else in the world, now. He was not like them at all. Nor was he like the others of his "kind," the blood-suckers that had suddenly popped up throughout London. His existence had no purpose, and he knew this, and so relished in the fact that he could do whatever he so desired, not caring about the consequences that would surely follow through.
It was a lonely existence. But this was something he would never, ever admit. Not unless he was playing up the part of the helpless lover, clinging to someone's shirt or bare skin and pleading with them, using his eyes and voice as his weapon. People would do all sorts of things for you, when they felt sorry for you.
Still, he was not a cruel being. Dorian would not slaughter mercilessly; he ate when he desired and rarely killed unless his temper was flared. Oh, that horrid thing by the name of Temper, that could so easily slip into his brain and take control of him. He was not cruel, not until Temper took over his senses. But it hardly mattered now; he felt calm, rational, and, should he be perfectly truthful with himself, very intrigued by the character seated before him. Her actions caused his head to tilt to the side a bit, as if studying her. She shivered, and her dark shawl went tighter around her thin shoulders. His lips pursed slightly at this, his countenance suggesting curiosity. Was she cold? A blink issued from the male; he supposed it would have been cold to her, wouldn't it? After all, it was raining, and it was that dark London rain, the bleak and dismal kind that smelled so wet to him. His flesh was impervious to the sensation of "cold," to some degree. Thus no shudder ran through his form when the burst of wind grappled the girl, nor did he flinch. He simply stared at her, wondering what she was thinking. Why he was so interested in others' actions, he would never know. He was only "four years old," so to speak. Quite new, as far as vampires went. But.. something in him had changed, the night he had been turned. The taste of blood had been 'delivered' to him right away; he had not had to wait for it, or slowly adjust to the change. He had done something awful and become something terrible all in one night. Perhaps there had been a monster lurking behind his eyes even before that point, because it seemed to fit him so beautifully. "Monster." He despised the word, but could think of no other to suit himself.
ooc; Dorian's such a case.
He found his mind drifting along a question of his own. He wanted to know how old this girl was - It was playing tricks with his mind. She appeared so young, but she didn't "feel" very young. He tended to avoid those under nineteen or twenty, perhaps because a small part of him still felt remorse - why would he harm a child? Or maybe it was because older people were more "fun." They knew about life and would supply him with a good time before he took what he needed to survive. It hardly mattered anyway; he could sense she wanted to say something and so remained absolutely silent, until her lips finally broke and she spoke to him.
Lovely night, isn't it?
Her tone was just touching the borders of caustic, and the faint outline of an amused smirk drifted over Dorian's face. "Do you not like the rain?" he questioned softly, one pale hand floating up from the railing where it had been and gesturing around him, as if referring to the rain he had spoken of. His eyes were so locked onto her that they unintentionally drew along her own gaze, and so he found himself glancing up to the underside of the gazebo's roof. A frown slid onto the male's full lips, and he appeared to be thinking to himself. The rain had been so thick that he hadn't smelled this girl coming along.. Was there another out there as well? Something inside of him, perhaps his dark intuition, said Yes, you are not alone here. But he ignored it, for now, though tilted his head up as if to smell the air softly. Something caught the slight breeze, and he stiffened to himself. For a moment there was silence as the rain continued to fall. And then she was glancing back at him, and he smiled at her softly. "Are you on edge?" he questioned, his head again tilting to the side. "It is an eerie sort of afternoon, I suppose.." His voice drifted off gently, and he sat forwards somewhat, arms gliding from the railing and going to either side of him, palms pressed against the wraparound seating beside him. He found himself often asking questions of the people he encountered. Perhaps because he was interested to see what their different responses would be, perhaps because he liked toying with them. It was hard to tell.
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Post by cherry on Jun 8, 2008 6:27:20 GMT -5
Did she not like the rain? That was nearly impossible. It rained so much in the city that all who lived in London were practically born liking the rain. The slow drizzle of water down her skin was, at times, an immensely comforting feeling, gentle and cool and calm. But the evening was cold, without a sun in the sky, and there was certainly something about the situation that made her a bit jumpy. Mina shook her head at once. "No, the rain is nice. But I miss the sunshine. I'd like to go somewhere where the days are nice and warm. It's so impractical to go outside in the rain and mud." And this was true-- her shoes were covered in mud; ruined, maybe. Luckily, her dress had suffered minimal damage from the rain.
Mina found herself studying Dorian, analyzing each little thing that he did, the movements of his eyes, the way he sat. She didn't quite know why he intrigued her; after all, she saw dozens of people each day, some of the most interesting characters who lived in the city, and she had never felt this strange feeling around them. Maybe it was the look in his eyes, or the colour of those two dark orbs-- the colour, or the lack of hue. They seemed blacker than the night sky at its darkest, as if whatever great creator resided up in the Heavens had simply forgot to give them colour before he sent the male down to the Earth to be born. It was a curious feeling, indeed.
She blinked once, a slight expression of surprise on her pretty face for a few moments. How did he know? After a moment, though, she relaxed, realizing that it had simply been a lucky guess, or perhaps Dorian had been being sarcastic as well. "Not particularly. I actually feel rather relaxed," she responded with a smile. "I just have the feeling that maybe we're not alone here. I think we have company." She glanced up towards the roof of the gazebo again, suggesting her theory, that there was someone there. She couldn't see them or hear them, but she definately had the feeling that there was someone, and she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 8, 2008 8:47:51 GMT -5
’Sharp aren’t we’
She mused, plush lips moving into a smile of mixed expressions, those of which were quickly hidden as her hair cascaded across her face, like a glossy curtain, casting a sheen across it’s center even though the light was lacking. Byakko moved, pushing herself into an animalistic crouch, claws clasping the rough waterproofing that thickly clad the patented gazebo roof as she paused a moment, the black fabric of her skirt slipping to the side heavily, exposing a thickly golden tanned leg. Byakko lent a slender elbow on it, angling her arm to support her head as she captured her chin between two slender fingers, artistically poised in absent thought as she continued to listen. Stray pieces of black lace and loose pieces of torn and old fabric twitching in the moist breaths of wind, she stood up, letting the fabric tug her back down, their heaviness wasn’t really an issue for her, but irritation flared at the possible limitation.
Byakko was a problem, she didn’t have much of a personality at all, anything she wanted to covey emotion-wise was done through touch or blatant suggestion. She was uneducated and untamed, she didn’t empathize, she wasn’t merciful… She was an animal, made that way by picking up the habits of the stay creatures when she was young. She was a loose canon… even before she was given fangs.
”You don’t like company? And I’d jus’ like to say, M’dears; I was here first; so really you guys are the company.” She slammed her foot down on the roof loudly, her hands on her hips, fiddling absently with the bits of black lace on the corset that clung tightly to her small waist. Her black tresses spilled forward as she leaned over the edge, a long exposed leg positioned in front of her, toes curling round the edge of the roof as her umber and sapphire hues glittered down, half lidded with a false laziness as she stepped off. On the floor in a flurry of black fabrics. She hated wearing it…but it was all she had in the ways of possessions and an old part of her wanted to cling to it, even if she would never admit it openly.
She paused, blinking slightly into the Gazebo, entwining an arm childishly round the classy white fencing underneath the slender rail that carried round the veranda like an endless serpent. She was outside of it, standing on the grass, looking at them through the block ‘bars’, elegantly slanted optics narrowing as she scanned the two slowly. Byakko slipped her other arm through another gap, resting her chin on it, unwilling to rest her head on the raised floor of the circular podium. A long seconded passed before she closed her eyes, as if to yield to something, parting her lips to speak. ”You two are boring.”
Byakko would as usual pretend she wasn’t interested, like a small child who thought she was more mature then everyone else. She even turned her head to the side as if to dismiss them, opening a single cobalt hued orb so that she could continue to examine them. The mortal was pretty, her smell diluted by rain, which was a shame really …the same with her extravagant dress and makeup, it was a shadow of what it would have been before they sky opened up and bucketed down…but Byakko found her small ferine pupil looking over its detail none the less.
The Male she ignored. He was a vampire…she’d dismiss him or attack him. There had never been another option, which she could remember at least. Byakko still wasn’t sure, her body practically ached in anticipation for her attack, whether she’d decided to do it or not. She felt the hair on the back of her neck bristle, a glossy flicker cascading through her long straight hair, which had spilled onto the floor of the Gazebo in places, like an inky puddle. “What’s ‘sa lovely lady like you doing out at this time? S’gonna be dark soon…” She mused, hiding a smirk behind her slender tan arm. “I dun’ care about you though” She murred, glowering childishly at the dark looking vampire. “I know why you’re here…”
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Post by cherry on Jun 8, 2008 9:21:01 GMT -5
Mina had most certainly known that Byakko was there. She had a keen sense for things like that, and knew when she was being watched. Still, the appearence of the female vampire surprised her, and she raised her hand to her mouth to muffle a tiny cry of alarm. Her heart raced, and she tensed, her instincts telling her that she was under attack-- but she wasn't, and she could see this within a few seconds. She regained her composure, exhaling her held breath softly. With a slight tilt of her head, she asked, not sounding or appearing offended in the slightest, "Boring, are we? Well, if we bore you so much, then there really isn't any use in eavesdropping, is there? Not that I mind your prescence here." With a polite smile, she added, "You've certainly surprised me, I'll admit to that."
Mina's lips curled into the slightest of smirks; she could tell immediately that there was something off about the situation, that this woman - and perhaps the male, too - was not the person that she appeared to be. She was a pretty woman, it was undisputable, and yet she had the same dark and mysterious aura that the male posessed. A slight shiver of excitement rattled her, and her hazel eyes narrowed just slightly, an amused expression on her pretty face.
"I could ask you the same question, miss," She responded innocently to the female's question, though she was watching the male out of the corner of her eye. For all she knew, this was some sort of attack... and she wouln't let it happen, she absolutely would not. "As for myself, I've been working all day and I needed to relax. I own a shop, you see, and my aim was to get away from my work. Never the less... I don't mind company."
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 8, 2008 9:47:44 GMT -5
”Eavesdropping?” Byakko mimicked the tilt of the woman’s head, eyes narrowing as they focused, hues darkening as a hidden cloud rolled through them, hiding the small pupils that locked onto the young woman’s pretty face. “I told you I was here first. S’not my fault your not careful ‘bout where you flap your gums” She pointed out, not because she believed it, more because she instinctively retorted to such things. Maturity had never been introduced to her, obviously.
She eyed the woman for a long moment, taking in the slight smirk, the narrowing of her well framed eyes and then even the amused look on her face. Byakko passed no expressions of her own, her face remaining quite indifferent, her eyes still half lidded, pretending to be passive about the two existences that were presented to her and in a pretty little white box too; Wasn’t she a lucky girl. They might as well of had her name carved into their necks. She looked pretty feline, letting her fingers scrape soundlessly on the wooden Gazebo floor, the patter of rain hitting her back, seemingly not ready to lessen just yet…relentless rain.
Byakko scoffed, “What am I doing out here? Well…” She lifted a slender hand to her jawline, streaking a claw across in pretend thought, a smile spreading across her lips as she kept her eyes on the girl. That smile turned into a neat and wildly enticing grin, exposing her fangs for all to see. Any subtlety she’d been gifted with because of her human form…ruined in a moments expression. “…I think that’s obvious, even to you; I can hear your heart beating…and quite fast too” The Vampiress giggled, stifling it with two fingers, pressing them over her lips, predatory optics glittering before she closed them and did a graceful spin, letting the fabrics of her outfit flail in the rain, slumping back against her after the movement had finished. “I could practically dance to the beat!”
It wasn’t fear though…Fear had such a delicious scent. Byakko would instantly be able to tell if she was scared, through rain or blizzard, the young beast loved to taste such things, so she made extra sure she did. ”Company? Is that what they call it?” She moved back over to the fencing, curling a hand round the smooth contours of the very bottom curve, between the slender pole that suddenly extended into a thick block shape. “And relaxing is something you should do in the safety and comfort of your home, don’t cha think? Not that I’m complain about your presence.” She passed a feline grin, the tips of her fangs scraping her bottom lip as she let loose a low purr.
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Post by Dorian Denixost on Jun 8, 2008 15:06:09 GMT -5
Dorian watched as the girl immediately shook her head, her response and the way she worded it making him believe her without a second thought. Why would she lie, anyway? His trust in the human race wasn't lacking - he tended to believe the things most people said and did, simply because he had no reason not to. They weren't his enemies, after all - they were just people. People that he occasionally needed to take nourishment from. He had never eaten an animal, and never would. Why should he turn to such barbaric measures, when it was so much simpler and easier to take from humans? After all, the majority of the time they would go along with it with no second thought, slipping easily under his spell and actually enjoying how nicely he would treat them. Dorian had no idea that by biting these people they would 'turn.' He knew nothing of vampires and 'what he was supposed to do', because he'd had no guidance after first being turned himself.
Her response satisfied him. He nodded, and his head lifted from where he had cocked it to the side in his curious, searching manner. It was a bit odd that he didn't know this female at all and yet here they were speaking - about the weather, of all things. But he had long ago given up on trying to fit into the 'normalcy' of the world. He did things his own way, and to him this was pleasing. Her words did amuse him somewhat, though he hid it well, the only sign being a slight twitching of the lips.
He noticed the surprised expression that flitted upon her delicate features, and his eyes widened only somewhat, that same curiosity creeping back onto his own. Had he caught her off-guard? He did not pride himself on being able to 'read' people, but after years of watching them it was only natural to be able to do so. A flick of the eyes, the twitch of a brow, the shift in their seat, uncomfortable.. all of these signs could pinpoint to the various human emotions, their actions and looks betraying what they felt inside. He wandered, briefly, if he was at all readable. He did display emotion, but typically on purpose - when he wanted to, he could be quite still and impenetrable.
Not particularly. I actually feel rather relaxed.
He blinked, and then the notion dissolved. "Oh," the male responded, not entirely certain such was the case - but he had no use in knowing whether it was or not. What will be, will be. Why should he care, anyway? It was much more fun to try and guess what this girl was really thinking, though her smiles were an incredible distraction - she could likely convince anyone of anything using her smiles.
I just have the feeling that maybe we're not alone here. I think we have company. Dorian followed the girl's gaze up yet again to the rooftop of the veranda, and stared. The vague scent from before was gone, lost with the wind. Had it not been raining he would have been sure to be able to detect another's presence. As it was, he could not. His only look was one of slight inquisitiveness, as he leaned forward where he was sitting, head tilting up to stare at the top of the gazebo, the rain still pounding away all around them. Silken hair sifted down his neck as the slender, smooth object craned slightly.
And then, suddenly, a voice. The voice was unlike any he had ever heard before, cutting through the rain like a knife, a mix of so many things laced within it that it caught him off-guard, the sound of something hitting the roof above them reverberating through the silence, or as silent as it had been with the rain falling around them. Dorian's head snapped back down as soon as it sounded, eyes falling on the girl before him, watching her expression and taking careful note of it. Good, then, he hadn't gone mad - She had heard it too. Before he could so much as blink, something swooped down, something black and unrecognizable for a few moments. He made no notion of surprise or shock, simply staring at the figure as it unraveled itself, suddenly displaying a young-looking woman. But she was unlike any woman he had ever seen before - her features, elegant and beautiful as they were, were also twisted into an almost feral look.
Dorian was completely taken aback, though his body did not show it, and he found himself staring at the woman who was now staring at them, still stood out in the rain, eyes on the girl more so than himself. He hardly heard the words she spoke first, his interest flaring as he took in the dark female's appearance. There was no doubt what she was, but he had never.. seen anything like her. Dorian chose to ostracize himself from the "others," keeping away from those who supposedly matched him. She was of a descent that was not like the majority here, and he found himself momentarily humored that three should find themselves here so randomly. But then - her accent. The way she spoke. As if to express this, she spoke again, the question hanging in the air for only a few seconds - The mortal girl across from him seemed able to handle herself quite decently, and Dorian found his gaze torn away from the female vampire and back to the human, eyes set on her in a sort of bewilderment. Was she not frightened? Or perhaps she was; she masked it well, if anything.
Attention stole back to the other, and Dorian's leg uncurled from where it had been positioned across the other, sliding forward somewhat in his seat so he could see the sodden woman better. She claimed not to care for his presence too much, and went so far as to say that she knew why he was here. This caused his lips to part slightly, interest and questioning upon his dark features, but before he could ask, the two females were speaking to each other.
The vampire's next words caused a change from his intrigue - the curiosity sweeping into slight annoyance. Dorian's eyes narrowed a bit. I can hear your heart beating...and quite fast too. He eyed her childish behavior, as she spun with her dark grace, twirling in the rain and then stopping to gaze back at the girl. Her grin, those fangs that were now so exposed.. She seemed so wicked. It was odd that he was gazing at her with such a stone expression such a serious man would wear, when he was capable of being just as much of a child as she was. The male stared at her, and a brow rose. He had been silent for long enough, listening to the females speak to each other, and now that this more feral woman's intentions were becoming more clear, he addressed her.
"Come now," he said softly, eyes on the woman. "What's happened to just having a nice, peaceful afternoon in the park?" Eyes danced to the other Asian girl before settling back upon the fellow vampire. 'Fellow' hardly being the word - he struggled not to have to be in their presence for too long; they somewhat sickened him. His expression was calm, voice level and velvet yet serious as he spoke to her. "Surely you've needed to get away from it all, too." He smiled at her, masking his annoyance well. He had been content in questioning the other female - he enjoyed learning about others' lives and why they did the odd things they did. The sudden distraction of this woman had taken away from that. "And why, pray tell, am I here?" he added coolly. "Since you claim to know." He longed to hear what she would say.
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 8, 2008 16:51:49 GMT -5
She turned an umber eye on him, the second of Azure hue following perfectly in sync, those small pupils surveyed him slowly, watching what little expression he wore before she turned attention to his voice, trying to read that instead; To little avail unfortunately. She watched his movement, going on that alone she could assume that he was intrigued, probably about as much as she was with him, as well as the Mortal. Byakko managed to catch the narrowing of his eyes at her comment earlier and then smiled, pressing a claw to her lips, keeping in the laughter that made her shoulders shudder slightly, emboldened triangular tattoos on her left arm moving too... remnants of the life she’d lived before…so long ago now.
”Don’t worry. She’s not scared.” She smiled toward the woman, swiftly shifting her eyes back to him after the suddenly out of place somewhat sincere expression of something bordering on acceptance. ”I don’t think I’m the first she’s seen.” Byakko should have attacked by now, her body knew it, and yet…here she was; Quite contently prepared to answer either of them. How curious. She looked round the veranda …wondering what it was that may have changed her mood. Perhaps the rage had subsided? The wound… She slipped two fingers through the lengthily layers of glossy wet tresses, feeling the fairly deep gouge, it had healed some and didn’t bleed anymore…but it was still there.
Byakko curled an arm round one of the railings once again, leaning in to the veranda, her finely shaped face-dripping wet onto the white wooden floor, with the added help of some of her hair. His voice… She scowled at it, noticing only because he suddenly seemed talkative. “That voice won’t work on me” She said, eyeing him once again, re-surveying him as if she thought she missed something since the first time. ”Where’s your real one? That smile too…” She tilted her head, eyes scanning his face, too much of it was cast in thick shadows, his dark hair only giving her more of the same impression. It was like he was sitting behind a wall… one of the reasons she didn’t want to talk to him, other then the fact he was far to quiet to be very interesting. “I’ve never been near ‘it all’…” She said, leaning her wet head on her arm again, causing that to become slick too. “So, no. But It might be nice to have visitors” She murred lowly, suddenly pushing herself off the stand, walking round slowly; prowling. Byakko lent on the stairs when she reached the square entrance, a small basket of flowers dangling wetly in the doorway.
She turned her eyes back toward the two, leaning on the rail of the stairs, sitting sideways on the stairs, the fabric of her torn and old black clothes parting to reveal the golden tan of one of her legs. The tired lace on her form fitting corset were slack and dripped along with the rest of her, the single sleeve her outfit had sticking to her arm, clinging there for warmth they’d never receive. Byakko tilted her head to the side, wet hair spilling in the same direction as she paused a moment, elegant eyes watching him with a very noticeable feline-like indifference.
”Shouldn’t you know already? …You're here to pass the time, course.” She suddenly flashed them both a renewed grin, blatantly exposing her fangs again. “Time is much too slow...and staying in one place really isn't good for you. You get 'visitors' and then all sorts of crap happens, myabe that's the reson for that brick wall you're hiding behind” She quirked a brow at him; life was too long...and all a Vampire could do was wander through it, preferably all alone. It was better that way afterall...even if it meant you lost yourself quickly. Or became especially guarded...evidentally.
”Strange man”
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Post by cherry on Jun 9, 2008 14:56:58 GMT -5
"Maybe so," Mina said dismissively in response to Byakko's first comment, not entirely interested in this aspect of the conversation. If the weirdo wanted to eavesdrop, when all the two of them were talking about was the weather, then she was welcome to. Her real interest was the woman herself-- who she was (or maybe even what she was) and what she had been doing out there in the rain, sitting on the roof of the gazebo and listening to Mina talk with the strange male. Her interest was piqued only when the woman mentioned the beating of her heart; as loud as it was, Mina was quite sure that the woman would need to have exceptional hearing in order to know that, especially over the sound of the rain. "Oh? And how, pray tell, could you possibly know this, miss?" Her face was no longer bright with the same innocent curiosity; her eyes were narrowed in a way that was accusatory and almost vicious.
Don't worry. She's not scared.
She's not? Mina thought to herself with surprise, though she made no mention of this. The truth was, she was petrified. Sure, she could hide it behind her smile, or, when that began to falter, as Byakko had made it do, she could become defensive. But her heart was pounding at what seemed like a million times a minute, and she was silently cursing herself for not bringing a weapon of some kind along. It wasn't like her to come unprepared. She had followed her mother's instructions - she had come to the park dressed beautifully, prepared for whatever kind of person she might meet on her stroll - but she had forgotten what should have been instinct for a vampire slayer, and that was to always be ready to fight. With an enormous amount of luck, she would be able to escape the situation, but the odds didn't look at all to be in her favor. Silently, she stood from her seat, her heels making a slow and steady thump, thump, thump on the wooden floor as she crossed the gazebo to silently sit beside Dorian.
There was no guarentee that he would protect her. None at all. In fact, there was a chance that he was exactly like the woman-- feral, vicious, supernatural. But it was a chance she was willing to take, at least for now. The woman didn't look as if she had massive physical strength behind her slender form, but vampires could often be surprising.
All Mina wanted was to be far, far away from Byakko, and that much was clear from the look on her face. "That's right," She said after a moment, voice unusually guarded. "We're here to pass the time. Now, tell me the reason that you're here. The real reason, too. No stories."
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Post by Jutendouji on Jun 9, 2008 16:33:35 GMT -5
“Awww looks like she is scared, to bad… hold her tight now, good Sir” Her eyes narrowed slightly, a small amused smile tainting her otherwise faultless lips, she chuckled again, shoulders moving, but again the hand she slipped in front of her lips stifled whatever sound might have escaped. Humane or no. She’d hoped for a little more backbone from the girl…but still; she was only a mortal. A toy…a walking meal. Byakko draw in a breath and laughed quite loudly at the Girls last little comment, fangs exposed as she tipped her head back a little, catching herself with that same silencing hand.
She stood, swept up in a flurry of dark movement, an unnatural breeze what the only thing to indicate the movement she’d just made. Ignoring the male, she had her slender arms either side of the small pretty little mortal, claws embedding with a sick crack into the splintering wood behind. Long hair spilled over her shoulders, like a enchanted black waterfall, two coloured flared behind the dark shadow, a thick hungry crimson and a mockingly pure azure. “No stories?” Cold wet fingers clutched the girls chin, a firm grip, nails dangerously scraping against the soft, so far, unmarked skin. The Vampiress lent forward, a smile on her lips, fangs exposed, their devilish curve practically laughing at how pathetic she was. “Are you sure you don’t want them? They’re so much better then the truth… Don’t you want to leave with a smile?” Cold fingers glided down her cheek, a taunting feral smirk still on her lips, the wet from her hair dripped onto Mina dress, the wet from her hands gliding down the woman’s cheek and neck.
”I was waiting for the rain to wash away the blood” She said releasing the girl, drawing a claw along the underside of her chin as she did so. Byakko backed off a little, but not by much… slipping her hands behind her back, a trail of water following her inside. The bestial creature lifted one of her fingers to her lips and kept it there, as if to simulate some small line of thought. ”S’no good walking round covered in the stuff, So I went up on the roof; in the way of the rain and out of view. Happy now sweetheart…” Her voice dipped low, a delicious purr, captivatingly primeval as she locked her small wild pupils on the mortal again, leaning forward as if she was whispering something darkly forbidden. “ Or do you want to hear it in more detail? He should be around here somewhere…what’s left of him anyway”
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Post by cherry on Jun 9, 2008 19:45:49 GMT -5
Mina's heartbeat escalated, if possible, and she could feel an exciting but frightening rush of adrenaline, flooding each and every muscle of her body, preparing her to fight or flee. Suddenly, the vampire was unnervingly close to her, close enough that she could smell the blood on the other woman's breath, close enough that she could see in perfect detail the bicoloured eyes. The close proximity nearly made her feel nauseous; there was no doubt in her mind as to exactly what Byakko was. Strong fingers gripped her chin, nails scraping against her unscarred skin, and she made a slight sound of discomfort, barely audible from her unparted lips. Still, she looked Byakko bravely in the eyes, their chocolate-coloured depths brimming with mistrust and anger.
She couldn't help but notice that the vampiress' skin was so wet, so cold, as if neglected by the sun for years and years. The feeling of the firm, freezing touch was much like the feeling of marble against her skin. Pain and fear made her bottom lip quiver just slightly, but her eyes remained cold.
"So you're a vampire." Mina concluded. "Filthy beast. I've seen things like you before. You're lower than pond scum!" The elegant and refined little lady was gone, replaced by a woman whose rouged lips held a dagger-sharp tongue. "Don't lay a hand on me again. And if your intention was to feed off of me, I'm afraid you're sadly mistaken."
Mina was scared. And she knew that her only option was to attempt to flee. She stood and gave Byakko another cold glare before she turned to exit the gazebo. A few seconds later, however, she thought better of it, turning back to face the pair, this time her eyes focusing on the male. She was still intrigued by her original companion, and she decided that she would at least learn who he was. "Could I trouble you for your name, sir?" She questioned politely. "Perhaps we could speak again sometime." The quiet and polite woman had returned, and she flashed her most sincere smile at Dorian.
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