::~TWILIGHT ROMANCE ~:: ( Needs LIT People/ GUYS!! NEED U!!)

[Vigorous Warrior]

((Well, if you do, point it to my a**, 'cause I don't really give a s**t. xd Anyways, I am quite bored, not really desperate, though. So I'll be looking forward to meeting your character. *winks* ))

[[M.S.T]]

:: he was out and about in a matter of minutes from his touchdown at the very top of the building. In the streets, walking with the others whom numbered much more than what he was just previously exposed to for the past day. It felt even more terrifyingly good that it is night time and thus is his prime.

The smell of flesh and blood emanating from the people was like walking through a kitchen. Most of the smells, though not all of them, are tantalizing to his many senses. But his lack of preference for people is what keeps his hidden, and sinister hunger for the blood of the humans.
A desire to avoid a confrontation with a human seemed more important at the moment. Not often was he actually able to waltz around doing whatever he wanted without going to very dangerous extremes; even for himself. The use of his psychic energy was his ace in the sleeve; but using it meant risking injury to himself because of the way he uses it or the energy itself. Doing simple tricks like levitating objects, flying.. Even causing dangerous energy rifts through actual space to another object... All are simple and easy. But the more terrifying 'imaginative manifestations' are what separate chaotic energies from absorb-able. And too often, groups of humans require very dangerous 'styles' of psycho-kinetic combat.

Mouse thus finds himself entering a Tavern. One he feels a strange aura about. Also a strange group within. Something about it provides a bit of comfort to his out-of-place demeanor and attire ::

[[M.S.T]]

[[So the question must be asked... Did he scare the nice lady off?]]

[Vigorous Warrior]

There, in an alley a group of human punks jumped a drunken man, stealing his wallet and goods. Nevertheless, those were his belongings, and should reside with him. The punks ran after gaining their prize, a quadruple number of the party. Slayn leaped before them, halting them in their tracks, ” I’m sorry am I disturbing your little session?” Slayn said lethargically and casually as if he was greeting good morning to his neighbor. “******** you!” Shouted one impulsive lad, bashful indeed…. A growling noise escaped the lips of Slayn, and one of the punks with a large nifty green Mohawk couldn’t help but laugh.

In seconds the one standing the closest in Slayn’s direction coughed up blood, choking slowly, his time of life, ticking. Dripping blood appeared in Slayn’s fangs, as well as two teeth pinches at the injure boy’s tender neck. The trio left eyes widened at the sight of their friend, kneeling on the dirty ground, then falling into a puddle of blood. Instead of attacking them all each, Slayn glanced to a dumped over by the alley’s left brick wall. An mischievous idea came across his head. Lifting the dumpster and cornering the three in a gated corner, smash, he tossed the metal heavy object over their heads and severely injuring them with its mass. He wasn’t one to kill, and he didn’t like to drink the blood of humans, but those types of mortals contributed nothing to the world, save for more violence. Dropping the drunken man’s belongings at his chest, Slayn was on him way. Into, a tavern he entered after the encounter with the troublemakers maybe a drink would ease his flowing of plasma.

[Vigorous Warrior]

((Whoops, my bad for scarring her off. I don't know, is she coming back or was she full of s**t?))

[Sexual Couture]

[[My apologies for posting late. u.u I had to go off and do something. . /:]]

[Vigorous Warrior]

((No problemo.))

Approaching the inn’s bartender, quickly he ordered any glass of their finest wine, the man acted upon his order, and Slayn rested on a stool by the counter, placing his elbows on the counter, while staring at the people drink ad chatter away. “ What a life…” he muttered, upon gazing in the room full of nightlife.His eyes fell upon that of what he felt certain was a full blood nosferatu.

Gradually, he stood as the man came back with his drink, picking it up to sip. Slayn advanced towards the life form. Before he could say a word to his ‘friend’ a man entered the access way. A punk kid from the group of thieves, how could this be? A handgun pointed towards Slayn, blood trickling from his bald sweaty head, perhaps caused by the metal pounds of a great knocking thud in excess of his head.

[Vigorous Warrior]

((Well, that one dude is gone so I should just finish the conclusion to my last post and log off.))

The trigger had been pulled, *BAM* in a glory of blood, sprouting all over the wooden floor in a great splash, the punk’s head had been annihilated to nothing but chunks of brain and flesh. His cranium ultimately distorted by full impact of a shell bullet. The headless body of the vomiting gory neck, dropped momentarily, and everybody in was in complete awe. How in the world did that happen? How? It was clear that the chap had been aiming the gun towards the vegetarian vampire, however somehow the direct point had been reversed onto himself, in a split second Slayn scurried towards the teen, an with his palm, slightly pushed the tip of the gun upward towards the nostrils of the youthful feisty rebellion punk. “Naughty boy,” is all he could say as he shook his head in disbelief, it was yet time again for him to depart, of coarse without paying for his drink. Into the silhouette of him standing in front view of the man, his attire waving in the chilling wind.

[Sexual Couture]

[[Sorry its taking so long, but I'm trying to find a picture. >.<; But yea, you can log off and I can just wait til you both log back on again or something. :3 I'll start RPing now, but if your tired then go to bed.]]

Alice sat in the front seat of her mom's Mercedez Benz with her feet on the dashboard. Her mom had her eyes focused on the road as she looked back at the map in her hands and stayed in the second lane of the small highway looking for the exit leading to Neena. Alice had remembered the directions before they left the house because she had read them over and over again. Eventually she just memorized them.

Alice closed her eyes placing her arms behind her head and rolled onto her side, staring out the window. Trees past as a blur and cars came flying past their's making it shake a little due to the velocity. She could hear her mom grumbling about somethings and she ignored them, zoning out all the noise, inside and outside of the car.

When she heard the blinker turn on she flicked her eyes opened and looked outside. Her mother glanced over and smiled glad to see that her daughter was interested in Neena and had passed the fact leaving all her friends behind. "This is Neena, correct?" Alice asked her mother tilting her head back as far as it could to look back at her mother upside down.

[[M.S.T]]

[[Actually my WAN went down for some odd reason and I had to re-boot only after figuring out it wasn't the router. But I'm here and will be]]

[Sexual Couture]

[[My Profile is now listed in my Journal. (Profile for here, I mean. xD) If you want you can go check it out or just wait for now until she checks her Private Messages. ;D]]

[[M.S.T]]

[[Awesome. I'll take a look over it. I'm done catching up at least]]

:: he barely even twitched even when the gun went off. He was aware of the presence of someone behind him.. He was even aware of an intent to kill. But what he didn't assume was that it was him. Though, it was sheer instinct of his mind's third-eye to react with a dangerous manifestation of a reverse-kinetic energy wave that acted like churning water more-or-less. Literally guiding the bullet back in a similar trajectory it came.
What he didn't expect himself was to be so accurate that he'd get a head shot. But the least bit he cared that it did. What he knew was that the vampric presence he could feel was not the kid whom is felled behind him. Though, before he's able to turn around and see the possible familiar, he is too late. The presence is out of the tavern, and what's worse.. His ability to sense beyond the tavern isn't like when he was in a clear opening or directly above ::

[Sexual Couture]

[[Alrighty. n.n]]

Her mother nodded as she crossed over the beginning of the double white lines and start to depart from the highway and down into the small town of Neena. "Yes, Lily. This is Neena." She smiled at her daughter as she looked over her shoulder to see if any cars were coming and shifted into the left turn only lane then shifted again to the lane where you could go straight or left.

Lily sighed then fell back onto her back against the chair and closed her eyes. "Ah. Wonderful." She then added. "After what. About four, five hours?" She said messing around with her mom and smiled. She opened her eyes and watched the light turn from a green to an amber to red. The cars on opposite sides of her went straight, some took left turns when the sign was clear and some went right.

"Not a very lively town now is it.." She mumbled a bit too loud for her mom to snap at her. "Its a small town, Lily. Get used to it." Her mom said in a bit of a harsh tone and Lily just rolled her eyes staring out the window, yet again, to watch cars go by then looked at the Tavern on the other corner. A gun shot could be heard as the light turned green and her mom crossed the intersection and continued driving.

"Did you hear that mom?" Lily asked turning her head to stare at her mom. "Hear what?" She replied. "If you mean you then yes.." Lily just shook her head and mumbled 'nevermind' as she stared in the mirror back at the tavern.

[[M.S.T]]

:: he wasn't about to take his chances in the tavern with a dead body. If anyone was truly aware of what happened, they could easily explain how the gunman was hit when his gun went off, but he was the only one in the tavern with a gun; or in plain sight at least. And if anyone truly cared to know.. They might question everyone they could find.
But Mouse considers the possibility that he incriminates himself by leaving when already having been noticed. However.. One other person has left, and did before himself. Giving Mouse the belief that maybe he'd be forgotten because of it. So that's exactly what Mouse does... Leaves.

In a matter of seconds, Mouse makes his way through the crowd rather easily since the spotlight is still trying to be found but is rather clear as to what.
Once outside, Mouse takes in a deep breath.. Looking towards the street and what might possibly be his home for a while.
Someone catches his eye as he's looking at the street; and their gaze towards the tavern and the particular expression on the face of the gazer is what catches Mouse's interest suddenly. Watching the car cruise rather slowly down the street, it's passenger's eyes locked in the direction of the tavern. Something about the aura of her grabbing at his attention even more ::

[Sexual Couture]

Lily blinked and thought she heard a gun being shot then saw a man exiting the tavern. She could've swore she heard a gun shot then saw a man. Lily shook her head slightly hitting it and looked back over her shoulder, placing her hands on where the shoulder's on someone should be and sat on her knees.

"I knew it!" She exclaimed to make her mother look over at her like she was crazy. "Lily, sit right please. Your going to make a bad impression of yourself if you do that." Her mother informed here. Lily just stuck her toungue out at her mom and continued staring back until the man was out of eye sight and turned back around.

Lily sighed and saw houses starting to come up so she merely glanced out the window and smiled. "Which one is ours?" She asked curiously looking at the fine detail of all the houses. Each on she passed had a different front door, whether it be double or single. "Their so pretty.." She mumbled as she zoned out on what her mom was saying and looked at the passing houses.