☪ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ: paranormal rp [O/A]

[Rose Scented]

“Go. Away!” She hollered at the door before her slender yet voluptuous frame was slipped into the shower set on its highest temperature.

A scorching soaking did her good as she lathered her hair with the expensive shampoo her Henry had picked up for her, allowing the hot water to scald her skin clean and ease the tension in her shoulders as she sighed softly and rubbed a hand over her forehead. Back in the good ol’ days they had been a mass murdering pair, beautiful and awful at the same time with behold and it had been such glorious fun, her handsome Owl holding her doll like hand as they burned villages and gorged themselves on the blood of the ‘hairless apes’, though now all he did was shut down her torture and scold her for it.

Well, when he wasn’t off [********] angels or other such creatures for a quick fix of blood.

She growled at the thought of that small blond and slammed her fist into the wall with such force that it cracked the tiles beneath it and produced a decent cut on the side of her hand. She twisted her arm and brought the bleeding wound to her lips, her tongue licking the watered down sanguine as she finally sighed and finished up her bathroom rituals.

When her hair was brushed into a meticulous chestnut sheet that glistened in subtle hues of blond and red, and her slender frame was decked out in a bikini that was little more than a few swatches of fabric held together by strings, she stepped onto the deck and stretched her frame out onto the chair that was perpendicular to Henry’s. “I love you.” Was all she said, and it acted as both a profession of affection and soft apology.


Wearing:: Exquisite Torture In the company of:: Her latest victim.
Currently In:: Adult form.
Location:: Her underground layer, whereabouts unknown.
OOC:: -

[VEEB0MB3R]

Henry Agustin
"Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, s**t happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it. "

When she found him outside sitting on his designated lawn chair the man didn't turn around to look at the scantily clad demon. Henry knew that in time she would calm down and things would go back to normal. A kiss here, a couple gifts there and the status quo would return. "I love you too Veronica." The vampire answered back as he turned to look at his wife. One minute she was in her true form and the next a bad facsimile of a tween.

She had the face of someone going through adolescence but dressed like a child and had the body of a full grown woman. "Why don't you dress like the youth you try to emulate?" The greaser asked before lifting a finger to pause the conversation. He walked back inside and returned quickly with two drinks in hand. Once was passed over to the sunbathing fiend while he didn't even wait going outside to empty half of his. The sanguine would clot up soon in the outdoor heat.

[Rose Scented]

“Keep your eyes on the road, precious.” Tobias absently commented as a car cut them off, though he never looked towards it.

His gaze was focused out his window on the passing scenery, jumping from object to object that passed no matter the distance in between them as his mind filtered through their recent activities and the emotions that came with them. It had honestly started out as a brief fling to keep his mind off his upcoming nuptials and had morphed into obligation for the child that was rapidly growing within her womb, but now it was something so much more, something so much greater than he could have ever fathomed it to be. He had heard the pack talking when they thought he wasn’t listening, heard the elders as they giggled and gossiped over the less physical needs the Winery had and though he had yet to bring it up to Raelynn he was beginning to wonder if the rumors weren’t true.

Soul mates. Could you imagine?

He had always believed in them, wanted to find his and sweep her away, but he had always thought that it would have been someone from his pack, another Walker, but Rae… She was something different all together, and unfortunately she was positively, beautifully, majestically human and their time together would be cut short when her mortal life span came to a sudden stop, and his would drag on endlessly without her. Though he had to admit that it made sense if that's what she was to him. It would explain how instantaneously attracted to her he was, how attuned he was to her scent, her emotions, and nearly her thoughts.

But more than that, it would define why he'd fallen so helplessly and irrevocably in love with her.

A breath was shoved from his chest in a soft sigh that reflected his inner thoughts when he caught the abrupt scent of her arousal, and his gaze slanted to the side just in time to catch her tracing the subtle flex of muscle beneath the rolled up sleeves of his button up. Tobias’ eyes darkened suggestively as a hungry smile slid languidly across his mouth and he leaned over to her as his hand found her knee and slipped up along it under her dress, short nails running along her inner thigh as he stroked her silken skin upwards. “Pull over.”


Wearing:: Green In the company of:: Raelynn
Location:: En route to LA from Bakersfield
OOC:: -

[caffeinektn]

{ She's } a hot little number in her pick up truck d a d d y ' s s w e e t m o n e y done jacked it up
{ she's a ragin' cajun} a lunatic from Brunswick JUICY GEORGIA PEACH with a thick southern drawl
s e x y s w i n g & w a l k baby she's all COUNTRY from her c o w b o y b o o t s to her down home roots

Sweet mother of God.

Just that light touch had her instantly on fire. "Tobias, we have things to do," she said, sparing him a glance. But oh, how she wanted him. "And something's clearly on your mind other than sex." She had noticed the strange look on his face as he was deep in thought. She picked up on his expressions quickly and she had been seeing a lot of that one lately. It worried her a little. She was unable to stop the pang of doubt in her heart, wondering if she had done something wrong, something to drive him away. But she quickly reassured herself that wasn't going to happen and his eyes always promised her as much. She got that same stab of pain deep in her chest right then, but brushed it away as she always did.

She didn't want to admit that she was scared to death of losing him.

His fingers inched higher up her thigh and she finally pulled off the highway, grateful for those deserted exits that no one ever used and turned right. She pulled over onto a patch of dirt beside the road, a high chain link fence around the small two lane street. They were at a dead end, making sure no one would come by the area. She turned the engine off and turned to face him, unbuckling her seat belt at the same time. "We're never going to get anything done now, you know." Her hazel eyes raked over him and she knew he could smell how much she wanted him. Normally she wouldn't care, she'd be all over him, but something about that look on his face had her putting on the brakes. Sort of. "What's up with you? You've been all silent and brooding for days."




Wearing: Keepin' it simple.
Location: Dead end road off Highway 5
Theme Song: She's Country

[Rose Scented]

As she turned to face him Tobias hooked his hand under the knee closest to the steering wheel while the other wrapped her waist and he hauled her over the middle console and onto his lap without much effort, while simultaneously avoiding hitting her head on the ceiling. He brought her down onto his hips, situated neatly over the very obvious display of arousal as he sat up, both hands skating up her back and gently pressing her closer as he ignored her questions and enveloped himself in her intoxicating scent. His nose travelled the line of her jaw, down the V of her collar and further as his lips sealed to the covered mound of her breast and blew hot air inwards.

Darkened amber eyes took a quick glance up to see if she’d forgotten her questions for the time being as he slipped a hand between them and rearranged the hindering fabrics, the lever to lay the seat back dropped as he stretched out with it, his large hands settled on her waist.

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Somehow they’d made it into the back seat, though Tobias would swear on a bible he had no idea when or how or anything else.

His knee was planted on the seat, pressed against the backrest beneath the window, one hand still gently covering a singular, bare breast while the other kept his full weight from compressing down on her as he lowered his head to press those perfect lips with a loving kiss. His breath was hot, moist, and utterly satisfied as he let out a soft groan of deep seated contentment. The tip of his nose would move to gently nuzzle her own in a very canine esque expression of affection as amber eyes turned honey warm glowed their love down on her, his eyes skating between them to their compromising position before lifting again to submerge once more into her own.

“Do you really want to know what I was thinking about?” He asked, his voice a husk of raw masculinity and forced out on a still trembling breath.


Wearing:: Green In the company of:: Raelynn
Location:: En route to LA from Bakersfield
OOC:: -

[caffeinektn]

{ She's } a hot little number in her pick up truck d a d d y ' s s w e e t m o n e y done jacked it up
{ she's a ragin' cajun} a lunatic from Brunswick JUICY GEORGIA PEACH with a thick southern drawl
s e x y s w i n g & w a l k baby she's all COUNTRY from her c o w b o y b o o t s to her down home roots

Were those words coming out of his mouth? How did he have the ability to speak? Raelynn still hadn't gotten that ability back yet. So she kissed him instead. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she claimed his mouth with her own. He could be Alpha all he wanted, but he was hers. She nipped his lip, then let her head fall back with a soft groan. Definitely sated. Definitely happy.

"What have you been thinking about?" Her voice was soft, shaky from their escapade. She reached down to the floor of the truck, grabbing at a scrap of lace that she held up on one finger. "It better be how you're replacing all the clothing you've destroyed." She raised her brows at him, a smile on her lips as she tossed the pair of torn panties back onto the floor. No way was she going to be able to salvage them, so it looked like she got to wander around Los Angeles in a dress with no panties underneath. That's if they even got there. It was early evening now.

But the look of intense love in his eyes, the tenderness in his touch, had her kissing him lightly again. She gave him a warm smile, lifting a hand to run her fingertips over his cheek.




Wearing: Keepin' it simple.
Location: Dead end road off Highway 5
Theme Song: She's Country

[Rose Scented]

Of course he loved her too, how could he not?

A pert smile crossed her lips as she reclined back in the sun, one hand lifting automatically to take the drink from him which was then lowered and daintily sipped from with a growing smile on her lovely face, which only turned into a frown as he asked about her choice of attire. “I do, when I’m emulating them.” She said in a huffy voice, setting her glass aside as though that would show him for being such an a**.

“The real question we should be asking ourselves right now is why do you ******** other people?” Right to the point, like a dagger to his unbeating heart. Pale blue eyes forcibly kept their gaze on the horizon as she crossed her arms over her ample chest.


Wearing:: Exquisite Torture In the company of:: Her latest victim.
Currently In:: Adult form.
Location:: Her underground layer, whereabouts unknown.
OOC:: -

[VEEB0MB3R]

Henry Agustin
"Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, s**t happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it. "

She knew how to silence him. "..." Henry was at a loss for words. How did she? I didn't... You! A false laugh bellowed out from the vampire as he shook his head and took another sip of his blood on the rocks. Oh how he should of gotten something strong like jet fuel to knock him right out. Mr. Agustin never liked having to tell Mrs. Agustin that he dabbled in the opposite sex.

"Well you see-" The man wondered if he should try and weasel his way out only to understand that the truth was probably better in the long run, no matter how enraged his wife would be in the short run. Like a shy child wishing to confess Henry moved up and sat down on the little space available where the demoness was sunbathing and leaned down to whisper into her ear. Leaning back the man put his glass down and hoped for the best.

[Rose Scented]

The scrap of lace he had very easily torn from her body like wet tissue paper was snagged back up from where she’d dropped it back down and tucked into the back pocket of his jeans with a wink of one honeyed eye, though his expression turned serious as he slid back and pulled his jeans back into place. As he slid his palm down inside them accompanied by the tail of his skirt, the buckle moved into place over the V of his hips, Tobias tried to think of the best way to answer her inquiry.

Nothing but blunt truth came to mind.

He leaned forward and gently caught her chin in his hand, tilting her face so he could look into her eyes. “Don’t freak out.” He said softly, ghosting his fingers along her cheek and down to her jaw before his hand fell away and with a touch of awkward maneuvering he opened the door to hop down. Once both booted feet his dirt he hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled her forward to sit on the edge of the seat, legs hung off and out.

“The pack seems to be under the conclusion that you and I are…” He struggled to force the words from his tongue, white teeth clicking impatiently as his abs clenched out of a subconscious desperation to not say it for fear that it would make her leave. But with a final expansion of his diaphragm he managed to force the two words from between clenched teeth, his gaze never leaving her face. “Soul mates.”


Wearing:: Green In the company of:: Raelynn
Location:: En route to LA from Bakersfield
OOC:: -

[caffeinektn]

{ She's } a hot little number in her pick up truck d a d d y ' s s w e e t m o n e y done jacked it up
{ she's a ragin' cajun} a lunatic from Brunswick JUICY GEORGIA PEACH with a thick southern drawl
s e x y s w i n g & w a l k baby she's all COUNTRY from her c o w b o y b o o t s to her down home roots

She laughed when he pocketed her panties, shaking her head. As he sat back, she tugged her legs from around him -- giving him a lovely view in the process -- and picked up the dress that had been tossed aside as well. She tugged it over her head and adjusted it to fit her properly, the fabric dropping down over her thighs to hide that treasure Tobias seemed to covet. She watched him as he tilted her head, giving her cheek the lightest of touches that had her aching to kiss him.

And then he was hopping out of her truck and dragging her to the edge of the seat. Her legs dangled on either side of him, her skirt riding up again. She pulled it back down over her thighs, thoroughly curious as to why he thought she would freak out. The mention of his pack had her heart racing, wondering what it was they had been saying.

Soul mates.

But he didn't really look happy about it and that stab of pain ripped through her heart again. Just like every other time, she did her best to brush it off. "Uhm. Tobias, sweetie, isn't that a good thing?" She couldn't understand why he was so tense, so serious. So they thought they were soul mates, what did that matter? Maybe they were. "Is this what's been on your mind lately? Seriously?" All that brooding, the long silences. He didn't ignore her and whenever she made any advances (even when she didn't make advances) he was ready and willing, wanting her as badly as she wanted him. So why did he look so... worried?




Wearing: Keepin' it simple.
Location: Dead end road off Highway 5
Theme Song: She's Country

[Rose Scented]

An indignant look over took Veronica’s lightly browned features as the words he whispered into her ear and she answered them with a resounding slap to his handsome face as she shoved off from the chair, her body slid around him. She bristled with anger as she stared down at him, her dainty handprint standing out stark and red on his cold cheek as she growled out her bitter response.

“Maybe I would if you’d stop getting fangy with other women.” She flared, though she felt satisfied by the sting of her palm.

She whirled around, chestnut hair that glinted with the early evening light fanned out behind her as she stalked back inside and moved through into their luxurious kitchen to lean her hips back against the counter. Under her breath flew curses in a variety of languages that wouldn’t clue a single soul in to her original whereabouts, and each of them referring to Henry in less that pleasant ways.

Maybe she should put him on her torture table.


Wearing:: Exquisite Torture In the company of:: Her latest victim.
Currently In:: Adult form.
Location:: Her underground layer, whereabouts unknown.
OOC:: -

[Akai_ryu]

Jaedin Jun Chu

Boys in the girls room/Girls in the men's room/You free your mind in your androgyny/ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Boys in the parlor/They're getting harder/I'll free your mind Garbage, Androgyny. . . . .

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"If nice days prevented unhappiness, anti-depressants would be unnecessary here." Jae replied dryly as ze turned to face the woman.

Dark brown eyes flicked briefly downward to glance at the redhead's attire before settling on Cara's face. Ze contemplated a quip about it being impossible to be unhappy with hir current view, but decided to discard it for a number of reasons. She probably got it all the time and to be honest, Jae wasn't really looking. Ze had other things on hir mind at the moment. Like an upcoming show that ze was a few paintings short for.

A wry half-smile tugged a corner of the artist's lips upwards. "And the damn feather duster just shat on my last clean set of work clothes. I've gotta show beginning of next week and I'm still a couple of pieces short. You gotta problem with me bein' here?"

With that, Jae reached out and plucked the collapsed tripod out of the sand as if it were sitting on a floor and not sunk six inches into the sand. Ze popped it open and with deft, practiced motions had it set up and sunk firmly into the sand within seconds. However, despite the obvious intention to do...something with the tripod and the mysterious box attached to the top of it, the artist hadn't made a move to open the latches on the lid yet.

Location: Santa Monica Pier/beach

[VEEB0MB3R]

Henry Agustin
"Now we gotta make the best of it, improvise, adapt to the environment, Darwin, s**t happens, I Ching, whatever man, we gotta roll with it. "

Well that was the best scenario. Nothing like an angry spouse showing her ire with a slap that almost left him spinning. His cheek burned and pulsated in pain and for a moment the man swore he was tasting blood inside his mouth. "I don't get fangy." Henry spat back out, as if he was a manwhore or something. "I don't love the Angel Veronica." No it wasn't that reason why the woman was angry. It was more that a 'hussy' had been with her man. It would of been endearing if not for the times the woman treated the vampire as actual property than her husband.

Anyways he still had to figure out how to make it up, he always did to the 'empress'. Standing up the man picked up his drink and chugged down the sanguine before taking an ice cube and allowing it to melt where that dainty hand had smacked him red. He followed into the kitchen, ignoring the curses leveled at him, and took to washing his glass. "If you're so ******** angry about it then how about we fix the problem." Henry said as he wiped his hands and leered at his wife.

For someone so strong Veronica somehow turned to mush when he pounced on her. Funny how love does that to people. The vampire took the demon into his arms, careful to not let her kicks, flailing and scratching impede his move to their master bedroom. It was either this or a slug fest, and there was no way Henry would let the woman get in another cheap shot. She could send him flying when she really wanted too.

[caffeinektn]

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The phoenix crossed her arms over her chest now, watching this rather strange person in front of her. "Don't blame you for hating the seagulls," she said with a grin. "The bastards are hellspawn." That wasn't actually true, but it might as well have been. The birds were always an annoyance, up and down the coast. They were known to steal food out of stores, out of cars, even out of the hands of children and unwitting beach goers. "And no, I don't have a problem. I'm just checking out the current most interesting person on the beach."

Cara watched as curiously as the tripod was picked up with ease, one brow cocked. Obviously this person had some strength in them. Not bad. She didn't go in for strength, not for herself anyway. Cara had other ways of getting out of trouble, ways that didn't involve brute strength. Manipulation, bribery, and sexual favors were her ways of getting out of a tight spot. Other than that... Well, she kept in shape enough to sport her current tiny red bikini. The Phoenix flashed a smile, blue eyes bright in the sunlight. "I'm Cara," she said, when she was done ogling. "A gallery showing, I'm guessing?"




Wearing: Hot Stuff
Location: Santa Monica Pier
Theme Song: Express


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[Akai_ryu]

Jaedin Jun Chu

I lost again, my friend You know I'm not a saint . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
You knew it all this time Still you've been waiting for me Apoptygma Berzerk, Kathy's Song

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The cocked eyebrow didn't go unnoticed and it took Jae a half-second to remember that normal people didn't have the kind of strength that stuck collapsed tripods into the sand by six inches without a hammer. Since the woman didn't really comment on it, the artist decided that there was only one real solution to the potential problem and that was to forge on ahead as if nothing had happened. Normal people were amazingly good at explaining away or forgetting things that didn't exactly fit into the way they saw the world. Especially if they were minor blips.

"I've met hellspawn that're more like-able than those sorry excuses f'r scavengers. I'm Jaedin, by th'way.." the half-oni said with a small throaty chuckle, offering Cara a hand to shake with the deliberate gentleness of someone used to accidentally crushing hands. "And yeah. It's a small thing out by the Brewery. I've been in garages larger than the gallery, but, hey, what can ya do?"

Ze really meant it when ze said it was a small thing. The largest of the paintings that were to be on exhibition was an 8 by 10. Jae's problem was that there was supposed to be almost thirty of those little paintings filling the room.

Location: Santa Monica Pier/beach