|| Death Is Not Always The End || Open!

[icegirl6274]

Тяасэ | Ратяiс | Баяоиэ

Now you want to take me down
As if I even care.
I am the monster in your head.

http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/3527/traceroleplay.jpg

Trace smiled at Auriana as she opened the door for him. She looked....decent. Yet there was something that told him that everything hadn't been cleared up between her and Nate. Not that it surprised him. After all, Nathanial had stormed in, yelled, then locked himself in his office. That hardly said 'everything is fine', after all. But it was of no matter what Nate thought, at least for the time being. He was there for Auriana.

He stepped into her room at her invitation. He shut the door behind him and stood there, waiting for her. He watched her steps as she went to fetch a towel. She showed so much concern for his well-being when he went out on his own. She was probably the only one. If she knew what he had done, it probably wouldn't calm her nerves any. She did know him too well. And she knew that he could be reckless. Being reckless, yes, but he was also smart. He usually knew his own weaknesses and stayed away from them. But every now and then he would slip and do something stupid. He might not be able to resist taunting someone and end up pushing them too far. He had a scar on his upper chest on the left side, near his shoulder from a time just like that. It wasn't visible very often, but it was definitely there.

He took the towel from her when she came back and wiped his hands off. "Ah, I suppose I am," he replied, seeming very unconcerned. He never did. Even if he was stabbed and bleeding, he never seemed to care. 'It's just skin,' he would say. 'It grows back.'

"Auriana...you always seem so concerned about me," he began, still wiping his hands off. "You really shouldn't. It does no good. But still, thank you for thinking about me."

Without warning, he leaned towards her and kissed her straight on the lips. This....was unexpected. Trace had never showed any kind of affection towards her besides a few words here and there. So for him to actually go so far as to kiss her was definitely unexpected.

He didn't keep at it for long, however. He pulled back after a few moments and looked down at her without a word.

And I thought you'd learn by now
It seems you haven't yet.
I am the venom in your skin.
And now your life is
в | я | о | к | е | и

[who the heck is mikey]

• A n n a l i e s e ♫ ♪ ♪

A wake up call to an rented room
Sounded like an alarm of impeding doom,
To warn us it's only a matter of time.

Annaliese knew she had pinched a nerve when he gave her that disapproving look. "You know I didn't mean it seriously, Dominic." She gave him a small smile, and took his arm, leading him out of the bakery. The thought of lack of inspiration coming from Dominic surprised her; the man was always writing. She's never once seen him without his notebook and pen. Annaliese had never read any of his poems, but she'd always wanted to. She would beg, and beg, and beg, but Dominic would never budge.

"I've been doing alright, I suppose," she said coolly. "I've just been inside myself lately."

[Eek, sorry for the short post. I can't do monologue nearly as well as you can, Apple biggrin

Before we all b u r n.

[Miss Murderous Laugh]

-- Auriana Kiasky --

Take a breath. Hold it in.
Start a fight you won't win.
All in all, you're no good.
You don't cry like you should.

All the right moves...

"I mean, Trace... I kinda have to be. I've known you for a good part of my life. You're my--" Auriana was cut off by his kiss, so surprised that her eyes were wide open and she fell back a little. The kiss broke and she stared at Trace, her eyes looking like those of an innocent doe.

"Trace..." she murmured. All of Auriana's clever wit and attitude vanished in that moment. She simply gazed at him. "I don't understand... why?" She wasn't angry or upset, or really displaying any certain emotion at the time other that shock. A few things flashed back at her. Nate's face in particular was among them. But this hardly made her happy. She didn't see him... she saw him with other girls. A lot of them. She saw him walking out of her. He didn't want her. No, this was clear now. He had left her alone, and Trace came for her. Cold, stoney Trace had come to comfort her.

Auriana's face softened, and a slight smile graced her features. "I think I understand now," she whispered. She ran a gentle finger down Trace's jawbone. This reminded her that she had actually never touched him before. His skin was soft, blemished with scars, but still slightly warm. He had a bit of stubble along his chin, and she smiled as it tickled her finger.

"There's only one thing I don't understand... if you knew what just happened with Nate, why did you choose now to... well, to kiss me?" she said quietly, in a bare whisper between the two of them. Auriana's cheeks had a touch of pink in them. Was she blushing?

...In all the right places.

So I'll find what lies beneath
Your sick twisted smile
As I lay underneath
Your cold jaded eyes.

[-SweeT OpheLiAC-]

B я a x

Braxtany walked with her drunken girlfriends, singing as ferociously as she could with them. Just out of a bar, there was a all you can drink contest and all of them had at least fourteen bottles of rum...and three threw up during the process. But that was just Brax's life, drunken parties and nosy business. They were walking down the street like queens. Like people who really do not know how much they are drunk. Brax's brain was spinning hazily. Singing the last words of the song she would have sworn that she was going to faint. Her voice was hoarse and she could hear her heart from the inside of her skull to her brain.

"Okay...guy-" she did a light hiccup, "...ssshhit. Ugh." she said as she looked at the nearest clock. She was late. Very late. She hated to have a job, but she loved doing it. It was her home and who could resist not spying on people who were more dangerous than a house robber? It was a perfect job for Brax. But she always somehow wanted to be a dancer, too. A dancer that, well, is the type of dancer that you would find in a 18 and up club. She even considered to join the red light district, but decided not to. Pleasure in that was useless compared to her job and even if she were late, she knew that Trace would understand. He was just that type of dude.

"Listen, I'd love to stay and chat but...I got a job to do." she said as she pushed herself out of the row of drunken friends. While sloppily walked to a lamp post. 'Okay, Ninunum, pull yourself together.' she thought as she cleared her thought as she stood there next to the lamp post, laying her head on it while running her fingers through her red, short hair. 'I gotta stop doing this everyday.'

Walking to the headquarters more clearly now, she wondered if she was even that late. Come to think about it, she didn't even know if the time she saw was so clear.

Pushing the door open as fast as she could, she finally managed to open it...while in process breaking the door handle also. "What is wrong with that door." she said while rubbing her eyes, laughing. Finally opening her eyes...something felt, well, not so right. It felt strange. 'Ugh. That Dasha woman that I swear I have seen somewhere with--ah.' "Where's Tracie...and everyone else?" she asked with a confused face, looking at the waitress.

[ We're gonna ride the race cars.

We're gonna dance on fire.

We're the girls le disco.

Supersonic overdrive. ]

[icegirl6274]

Тяасэ | Ратяiс | Баяоиэ

Now you want to take me down
As if I even care.
I am the monster in your head.

http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/3527/traceroleplay.jpg

"Because," Trace answered, "I knew you needed someone." He smiled. He was acting quite different than normal Trace. But, then again, there was no one else around. If he had been in HQ with the other hunters, it was very doubtful that he would do anything that he had just been doing. Or was about to do.

The shock she showed in response didn't surprise her. He was sure she wasn't expecting him to suddenly kiss her out of the blue. In fact, if she hadn't been surprised, he would have been suspicious. But she had a gentle touch. That was were he had been surprised. How quickly she turned around and showed some affection towards him. Well, he had wondered indeed whether she would return with affection or rejection. That answered his question: at least for the time being.

"I'm not going to pretend I haven't noticed that you have feelings for Nate," he explained. "I've seen how you've been hurt by his carelessness. Until now, I've ignored your little spats, brushing them off as nothing. But I see now that that was very careless of me. Let me be there for you this time."

He smiled again. "After all, it would be rather rash of me to ignore my vice captain's problems." There, he had let it out. Whether she would catch it or not remained to be seen. Again, he wondered how she would react to the news.

And I thought you'd learn by now
It seems you haven't yet.
I am the venom in your skin.
And now your life is
в | я | о | к | е | и

[Miss Murderous Laugh]

-- Auriana Kiasky --

Take a breath. Hold it in.
Start a fight you won't win.
All in all, you're no good.
You don't cry like you should.

I've stopped my dreaming,...

Auriana felt very confused. Normally she was rough with her coworkers, but in the span of one day, they had both torn down her layers until the vulnerable, though affectionate version of her blossomed. "I need someone... and you'll... be there for me..." she said, shakily, as if trying out the words. "I feel safe." She looked down at her feet, bashful. "I know it sounds so foolish, but it's true. I mean, knowing that somebody genuinely cares about me is rare... and pleasing to hear--"

She cut herself off and took an auditory double-take. "Wait.... what?! Me, your Vice Captain?! Oh, Trace!" The look on Auriana's face was a smile and a glow that had been fading for so long, now bright illuminated once again. She felt like jumping up and down, or doing a cartwheel, or having a smoke, but instead she directed her energy at Trace. In a spontaneous action energized by glee, she threw herself forward, binding Trace in a tight hug and burying her head in the folds of his open trench coat.

"Oh... Trace," she sighed. "Thank you! You know how much this means to me. I just... I just can't believe it!" She fluttered her eyelashes, realizing how warm, chiseled, and alluring Trace's chest was.

I won't do too much scheming, these days.

So I'll find what lies beneath
Your sick twisted smile
As I lay underneath
Your cold jaded eyes.

[icegirl6274]

Тяасэ | Ратяiс | Баяоиэ

Now you want to take me down
As if I even care.
I am the monster in your head.

http://img338.imageshack.us/img338/3527/traceroleplay.jpg

Yup, she caught it. Trace chuckled slightly as she hugged him, almost stumbling backwards slightly. He looked down at her and patted the top of her head lightly. "You deserve it," he said. "You're the only one in the group I trust enough to hold the position." He was going to say that he trusted Nate for the most part, but he didn't trust that he would stay sober long enough to get anything done. Besides, he was their researcher. He already had a job. But he didn't think mentioning Nate's name at the moment would be a good idea.

He stood there for a moment longer with his hand on the top of her head. He thought for a moment. What next? He had already told her what he wanted to. Now it was up to her were things went from there. "I thought that might cheer you up," he added, looking back down at her. "You feel better now?"

His mind wandered away from them for a moment. How would Nate react? The thought put a grin on his face. The sadist side of Trace was beginning to come out, though he dared not make it obvious. The Hunters found out quickly that he was a sadist. But he had never shown that side of him to them personally. He had never seemed to enjoy his partners pain. But he couldn't resist the thought this time. Was he stealing the girl away from Nate? He could only assume, though he couldn't say for sure. But, since Nathaniel had such a violent reaction to Auriana's denial of him, he could only assume that Nate also had feelings for her. Well hah. Trace had gotten to her first. And he had shown that he actually cared about her. Poor Nate. He didn't know how to woo a woman without being drunk and having a one night stand with her first.

But no. He shook the thought from his mind. He didn't hate Nate. And he wasn't just being kind to Auriana for his own twisted pleasure. He actually cared about her....right? He looked to her once more, letting his fingers run through her dark hair. Yes. He had known her long enough, apparently some feelings of affection had welled up. Whether a relationship would actually start or not was yet to be seen....

And I thought you'd learn by now
It seems you haven't yet.
I am the venom in your skin.
And now your life is
в | я | о | к | е | и

[who the heck is mikey]

There's a place in the dark where the animals go,
You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow.
- - -

Nate was really ******** angry, and he was having a rather difficult time trying to keep it to himself. He took deep breaths, he paced around the room, he even started to rant to himself. Nothing seemed to ease his discomfort, so he resorted to the best thing he could: destruction...

Of his own office, of course.

He knocked over his bookshelves, turned over his desk, kicked all of his books, tore up the sheets of paper lying idly on the floor.

Nate let out a rather gruesome yell, and fell to his knees in frustration.

And for the first time in a years, he actually cried.

Nate would never allow himself to get caught crying by one of the girls, so when he had cried it all out, he wiped off his face, splashing it with some water from the little basin he kept in the back corner of the room (which he hadn't turned over. He didn't know why).

He threw his office door open and made his way down the hall. Nathaniel was surprised to see Brax standing there. It felt like he hadn't seen her in forever.

- - -
The sharpest lives are the d e a d l i e s t to lead.

[icegirl6274]

Dasha | Lavrin

Вы не знаете чего я говорю, делаете вы?

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Dasha watched as Trace left. She simply stared at the door for a long moment before turning to Lucinda, raising an eyebrow. "He must suddenly trust us or something," she commented before turning and wandering the main room. She had to admit, she was getting rather bored. Despite the interesting events of the two quarreling lovers, from what she could tell, there wasn't much to do in between outbursts.

That is, until she heard Nate thrashing in his office. She stopped and looked down the hall towards his office door. "Oi, I suppose something is bothering him, eh?" she commented with a slight chuckle. It was obvious he was upset, but that didn't really bother her. It amused her slightly, but not enough to keep her from being bored.

And then there were three. A girl burst in smelling of rum. Dasha looked up as she entered. Was that the door knob she was holding? What kind of 'business' was Trace running? One man was drunk and...well, rather loose. Another girl seemed emotionally unstable and now some other girl was coming in drunk, breaking the door while she was at it.

"I don't know," she answered her question. "He said he would be back later. I'm assuming he went to check on that Auriana chick." She shrugged, crossing her arms over his chest.

Я не думал так.

[-SweeT OpheLiAC-]

B я a x

Brax kept her head cocked to the side, but turned her confused face to a strange smile, almost if she were insane and was about to go on a rampage. "That dirty old b*****d..." she chuckled as she shook her head. 'Oh well, it's his life. He just better not blame me if he screws up' she thought, thinking of her boss. Who was he with this time? No doubt it was a woman. Heck, who else? She knew her boss and what he does, well, as far as a close companion does. But this was just because she worked with him and the rest of the crew...and there is a possibility that she stalks them without them noticing...well, she is a spy.

'Where the hell are they, anyways?' Knowing her, she was always late. No matter what. And this...just her and that woman with twice the cleavage Brax has ever seen [well, not ever], she had to admit, was weird. 'Maybe I'm still a little bit tipsy. But I usually act straight enough after I step into this dump. Ahh...it felt just like it were yesterday...I was here with the guys while chewing on some important paper work as everyone was...oh wait...that was yesterday.' Feeling a bit stupefied by her own thoughts, she blinked a couple of times and cleared her thought.

Hearing raged foot steps coming closer, Brax traced her eyes from the woman to Nate. "Aha! There you are!" she said as if she had found him, not like he just walked in the room a few seconds ago. The sight of him here made her have a big smile, heck, she would be happy if she saw anyone familiar, even if it were a familiar chicken leg she ate yesterday, she would be more than happy to eat it again. But, of course, she doesn't eat people, and especially not Nate. 'Brainy ol' German.'

And even though she were happy to see him, she didn't feel quite so right. The footsteps she heard while he came in the room, she could tell that he was anything but happen. And being Brax...she honestly didn't care. But still, she could feel a bit sympathy, but not enough.
"Anyways..." she started, ignoring the fact that a conversation wasn't even started, "who is this...Auriana?" That was an honest enough question. Sure, she could ask what was wrong, but she knew that would just get him pissed off more than he already looked. At least she knew that much. But she had no idea who Auriana was. Did she know her? She wasn't sure. 'Still tipsy I suppose...'

[ We're gonna ride the race cars.

We're gonna dance on fire.

We're the girls le disco.

Supersonic overdrive. ]

[who the heck is mikey]

There's a place in the dark where the animals go,
You can take off your skin in the cannibal glow.
- - -

Nate was still cooling off when Brax spoke. "You barge into Headquarters like you own the place but you can't remember who Auriana is? Jesus ******** Christ," he fumed, spontaneously going through the pile of papers that had been stacked on the table behind him.

He liked Brax; she was just as loud and rude as he was, except a little more. They got along great. She was good looking too, but Nate knew that he'd never get a chance with her (as he knew that she always went for the older guys).

"And besides," he said rather angrily, "Auriana can go get a disease for all I care."

Nate sighed with frustration and looked up at the three girls. If there was anything he hated the most at that exact moment, it was women.

There was no way that he could be as bad as he was made out to be. Nate had gotten a lot better within the last year. When he'd first started out with the hunters, he'd have a different girl almost every night. He bled alcohol, it was consumed so much.

What had changed him? Maybe it was killing those damn leeches, or when he did get drunk, he would get so drunk he could hardly walk. Nate hated throwing up, and he had a habit of developing terrible hangovers. It could be his seclusion from the rest of the group. Nate was not as social as everyone else. When he came out of his office, it was normally to go out or to go work. He basically lived at the headquarters.

The thought of Auriana coming back to headquarters made his heart pound. He really didn't want to see her... at all... but he would have to eventually.

- - -
The sharpest lives are the d e a d l i e s t to lead.

[Tiara_Estella]

~*~Lucinda Fallow~*~

Lucinda stared at Nate's door, she was beginning to feel quite irritated at how everyone acted and reacted. This isn't fun anymore... she admitted to herself, like a girl deprived of her toys one by one. She had an overwhelming urge to kick Nate's door and blame it on Dasha. She shook her head, I don't do that... I'm not a child, she reminded herself, though her mind tended to dwell on childish whims when uncontrolled.

Dasha's comment lingered in Lucinda's thoughts. I doubt he trusts us, he just doesn't want to deal with us at the moment, he is busy with other things... she thought quietly, the answer feeling quite true at the moment.

Lucinda stretched her limbs, feeling quite tired from lack of sleep; but remained awake. She heard a loud clatter and turned to look at the entrance as it swung open, its knob no longer attached. She stared as another person joined them, walking with a strange limp and reeking of alcohol.
...And the fun returns... she thought to herself, a feeling of enjoyment returning.

She stayed quiet, listening to the two and then her eyes widened as Nate exited his office. This can't be good...

Lucinda couldn't help but slam her forehead into her hand, making a loud slapping sound. The newcomer had just signed her will with that question.

"Nate..." Lucinda began, not even knowing what she could say or do at the moment.

She cringed as he snapped, still steaming. Lucinda just lowered her head and stayed quiet.

~*~Lucinda Fallow~*~

[-SweeT OpheLiAC-]

B я a x

Brax went silent for a couple of seconds. 'Wait...he's mad because of a chick?' she thought for a while. Well, would could she expect, he was probably as bad as she is. Besides, she doesn't talk about the past with peers. It felt...too touchy and weird. And now, jeez, just the thought of him fighting with with Trace over a woman, if she wasn't so drunk, she would be keeping herself to laugh. But if she laughed right now, she would be on the floor laughing. So, keeping her feelings to herself, she heard the concern of someone else from another person. 'Ah probably a grunt tha-'Like being hit with a brick...she finally got back to her senses. "Holy crap..." she gasped, looking at Nate, "Oh. My. God-you....that Auriana?" Feeling woozy, she immediately put her hand on her head swaying to one side and holding her balance.

What exactly did she miss? Today just started and now there is problems already? This was the most trippy day of work yet. And not just that, almost everyone was off somewhere playing matchmaker and she's stuck with a pissed off Nate who thinks that Auriana could just jump off a cliff. But Brax knew better. When people are angry, when anyone is angry, you say stuff you never want to say. And then you hurt people, and when it came to Nate, he could be pretty...well, like he was right now.

After a few seconds, she inhaled deeply and scratched her head, "I'm okay." She said clearing her through once again. Deciding to ignore Nate, she turned to the white haired girl. "So!" she said gleefully, as if Nate wasn't even there, "you are...?"

[ We're gonna ride the race cars.

We're gonna dance on fire.

We're the girls le disco.

Supersonic overdrive. ]

[Tiara_Estella]

~*~Lucinda Fallow~*~

Lucinda listened quietly, a bit confused by the sudden appearance of the girl and the blurry scene. Her mind had drifted off slightly, wondering if Trace really had gone to Auriana and what could be occurring back at the inn.

Her eyes cleared and she moved her head up abruptly when the topic suddenly turned to her. She blinked, recalling what had been asked. Her name.

"Lucinda Fallow... New grunt... I joined yesterday..."[/b] she replied softly, wondering if the girl had truly regained her sobriety. "May I know your name?" she added, remembering that she had not heard the girl's name this whole time.

Lucinda wondered what would occur next. It seemed like every time the fun ended, something new would pop up. Against vampires, this group wouldn't stand a chance. Forced together here, it was nothing but entertainment. Each of them seemed to intrigue her more and more.

Maybe...Maybe... She'd join this insane entertainment, for now it seemed like it was crazy enough without her involvement.

~*~Lucinda Fallow~*~

[Miss Murderous Laugh]

-- Auriana Kiasky --

Take a breath. Hold it in.
Start a fight you won't win.
All in all, you're no good.
You don't cry like you should.

And I don't remember how it started, and I don't know how to stop...

Auriana smiled into the folds of his coat. "You really trust me?" she said, almost in awe. She had always seen Trace as a hard-a**; incapable of most emotion. So why the change? Why was he being so cordial now? But then again, Auriana was not someone to question the generosity of someone in her favor. "I do feel better, Trace." She said his name tenderly. "Much better."

On the inside, Auriana was struggling between her selfish, badass side and her more sensitive, emotional side. Part of her wanted to rub it in Nate's face that she had gained a title over him. But at the same time, part of her didn't want to ever see Nate again. Or did she? Oh, this is so complicated! Auriana thought to herself. Previously, she had really cared about Nate until his obsession with women had become so real to her. But still, some feelings for him still burned within her. And now there was Trace, who she had never really considered to be an option. Of course, he was very handsome and she was definitely attracted to him, but he had just surprised her and she still didn't really know how he felt. Her feelings for both men were extremely inconsistent. There was a lingering hope of love with Nate, yet a lustful, unsure love with Trace.

Auriana sighed, not realizing that her hands, which were pressed against Trace's open chest, had tightened into fists so her nails dug into his skin. He was bleeding again from her sharp little nails scratching his cuts. "s**t! I'm so sorry, Trace!" she cried, grabbing the towel and freshly wringing it out with water. "I don't know what came over me...", she mumbled, pressing the cloth against his chiseled chest.

...But every time I reach the bottom, something pulls me right back to the top.

So I'll find what lies beneath
Your sick twisted smile
As I lay underneath
Your cold jaded eyes.