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 Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 1:25 pm
fates_stitches (( appearantly not.. and dude.. boss lady killed all the vamps... so.. yeah.. we're just sitting waiting for her punishment and stuff.. . yeah no need for killing any vampires.. especially when there's a powerful a** one about to snap your neck.. )) [[He speaks the truth.]]
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 1:32 pm
(( Boss Lady?? Is that all I am to you? crying I'm a person too, you know! Lol. Jk. But yeah, OOC no mores or I'll get in trouble for letting you guys spam ... >.> ))
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Posted: Mon Aug 24, 2009 1:39 pm
fates_stitches ((hehe.. yeah.. oh your Sigs bad a** by the way.. ahaha.. ah, two birds one stone.. ahh that was funny.))
[[hehe thanks mate. i'll add another number.
ok, fine mrs moderator. No more spamming with ooc. lolz and to think you are a mod now Simi.... intense. ]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 6:37 pm
Amber's teeth chattered at the cold, NY night. She was no more than a block from the nightclub, in a conveniently placed alleyway. She was wearing a black leather trenchcoat, and she had a duffle bag in her hand. She swore. It was pissing her off that Peter was so late. She really could need help tonight.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 6:42 pm
Peter strolled up to Las Noches, his eye's shifted around the scene. He hadn't ever seen this Seduction character.. or scented them.. how would he find this hunter..
why don't you hold out a sign?
Peter ignored the voice. He looked around..
Don't worry your dumb blank expression will make you stick out like a sore thumb.
'Quiet pest. That looks like her.'
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 6:58 pm
Sure enough, the girl recognized Peter as a hunter, and walked past him, bumping into him with her arm and a curt, "Sorry." This was a common tactic used by hunters to say, "Follow me." She continued down the sidewalk, took a turn down a street, then placed a block between herself and the club before stopping off in another alleyway.
"Alright, so I'm guessing you're Peter?" she asked. She was a shapely young woman, which could be told under her coat. She had relatively short, dark hair, and pale skin, with hazel eyes and a beautiful face. She smiled at him coyly, waiting for a response.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 7:03 pm
Peter stood his arms crossed, he nodded,
"And you, I'm taking it, are 'Seduction?"
ohh look at that. She looks like a handful, take a whiff of the air around her.. ahh she's quiet the killer..
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 7:07 pm
"That'd be me. Or at least that's what they call me on the Information Network. You can call me Amber," she said, tilting her chin downward to further emphasize that seductive smile.
"Now, I need you to do me a favor," she said, a certain tone creeping into her voice. "I need you to wait here and hold onto this bag. I'm going to work at the nightclub, but I think a mean old vampire might be there waiting for me," she said with a pout. Continuing, she asked, "Could you be a dear and wait for me here for a couple hours? If that vampire shows up, it'd be soooo nice to have some backup."
She outstretched the hand carrying the bag. It contained an assault rifle and a shortsword for use against vampires.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 7:18 pm
Peter nodded in response.
"Yes Ma'am." Peter took the bag.
Didn't Eden tell you to try not to cause trouble with the fang gang over here?
'She told me to not start anything, I'm fallowing orders. I told her I would be backing up Amber here, Amber is my superior. I do as I'm told'
Peter glanced int he bag eying the assault rifle.
You kidding me? .. the last time you used a rifle was Stalingrad, remember? ... this is way advanced s**t on you.
'Well first, I'm certinaly not going to shift in a room full of vampires, or In front of their bar.. I'd draw more attention that way then just pulling off a few rounds... besides, whats so hard about it.. it's not that different then the Russian arms in the late 1940's.. load clip, point, pull trigger, repeat.. I'm not seeing any major differences.'
...Smart a**.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 8:13 pm
Smiling, Amber went back to the club, and headed for the VIP section. Turning in her coat, she assumed her given post for the night, and danced as she usually did for the horny businessmen, hoping the vampire who had chased her the other night would show up looking for her.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 8:47 pm
Peter walked around the corner so he could keep an eye on the front door, he set the bag behind him, leaning against the wall his legs hiding it from view. He crossed his arms watching the streets for anything out of the ordinary... or more so, out of the ordinary for this city. His ears where tuned into the club, listening for any sudden outbursts.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 11:30 pm
After a couple hours of wandering and remember what Kerrigan had told him of popular hang outs for this and that, Marcus ended up at the doorstep of the infamous Las Noches, home to one of many Elder vampires as well as a few other nasty bloodsuckers. A smile played across the tan face of the Hunter as he put his hands in his coat pocket, bringing his blazer closer together to hide his holstered Jericho pistol. Whistling a merry tune and having the appearance to match the business men and clubbers that entered and left the bar, Marcus nodded to one of the many bouncers of the bar as he strolled in, confidence radiating from his being. One thing he learned at an early stage of his Hunting career where entering forbidden places was need, a confident air that you belong to that forbidden place was just as good as any alibi or disguise.
His ears were instantly assaulted with techno beats as he entered into the public dance room and continued towards an opening near the bar. Leaning against the counter with his elbow along the edge and his gaze scanning over his surrounding, Marcus motioned for a barkeep, shouting over the music.
"Gin and tonic." The dark haired man shouted as he continued to survey the world around him. Sure enough, the place was crawling with vampires as he watched a few dancers move with unnatural grace. Those who weren't hard to spot amongst the Undead dancers. In fact, the graceful movements made several of the best human dancers look a bit clumsy. This caused Marcus to smile as he turned to notice a glass of clear liquid presented before him. Not bothering to glance at the bartender to brought the drink, Marcus took the drink and sipped a small amount of it as his eyes continued to search amongst the group for more interesting folks. Though to keep up the appearance of a clubber, Marcus began to bob his head with the beats of the dance music, his wide smile on his face as though he was really enjoying the atmosphere.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 12:24 am
Jack walked towards the nightclub, he was not in the mood for this but his master had insisted he should go incase she was there again.
He noticed a man at the entrance to an alleyway just on the corner, he seemed to be watching the entrance to the club.
'So, it appears something is going on inside, things are looking hopeful.'
He made his way inside and headed for the bar. He ordered beer, as he slowly drank it he scoped out the room. It was full of the usual clientele, nothing out of the ordinary yet.
He finished his drink and headed for the VIP area after a quick word with the bouncers. He stepped into the room and spotted her, she was in the same spot she had been the first time he had seen her, wearing just as little. He smiled, she was quite attractive.
He made his way over to a booth and waited, he knew she had seen him, now it was only a matter of time.
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Posted: Mon Aug 31, 2009 12:57 am
Marcus spotted the newcomer as he came to the bar, a few stools away from him. Though Marcus didn't pick up the average vibe vampires carried, he did sense something was off about this man. Keeping his eyes on the dance floor with his head still bobbing like an idiot, the Hunter kept his peripherals on the man as he seemed to order a beer. Marcus chuckle at the sight, recalling what Kerrigan had told him about the need to feel normal while being one of the Undead. Was this what Mr. Beer drinker was trying to do? Feel normal? Either way, he settled a bit and continued to nod to the music till the man seemingly decided to move towards the back of the room. Apparently there were more bouncers and a special door leading somewhere. And from what Marcus could tell, it was a special place to be. Watching as the man leaned into one of the bouncer's ears and whisper something, the strange man walked into the hidden back room.
This peeked Marcus's curiosity for a while as he continued to nod to the music. Reaching into his right hand pant's pocket, the man removed a few fives and placed them absently on the table, hoping that covered his nasty drink. Never one to enjoy alcohol, Marcus had to keep up the appearance of a fellow clubber. Pushing himself off the counter, Marcus continued to nod his head to the tunes of the beat as he strolled amongst the crowd, keeping his distance around several of the vampires that danced amongst the humans. Raising one hand above his head, Marcus began to head bang a bit before stopping as blood rush his head. He chuckled and glanced at a few vampires that noticed him, their eyes glinting the inhuman thirst they had. Giving them a smile and a wink, Marcus continued his movements through the throng of dancers to the bouncers and the VIP door.
As he once more imposed his aura of self-importance and began his trek towards the doorway, one of the large bouncers moved forward and placed a hand on Marcus's shoulder, shaking his head with his face showing no emotion at all. It didn't take alot of strength to reveal the man's strength in his grip as he gently attempted to guide the Hunter the other direction.
"Awww, come on! I'm cool! I got money! You guys like money! See? Money!" Marcus, attempting to be as obnoxious and drunk-like in appearance, reached in his pocket once more for his spending cash, pulling out a few singles this time and rubbing into the man's face. "See? Money? You like money, yes?" Wearing a fool's smile and having his lids close half-way, Marcus's body began to sway a bit as though he had more than just one Gin and Tonic in him.
"Sir. Gonna have to ask you to either leave now on your own or be forced to leave." The toneless voice carried strength behind it as Marcus glared at them with his best angry drunk expression he could pull. Stuffing his money back into his pockets, the dark haired Hunter scoffed and threw his neck out as though not impressed by the threat.
"I wish you would. I'd sue you and your f--kin' owner as soon as you touch me." He said in his best obnoxious voice he could muster. The guard, still emotionless, grunted at the unimpressed threat. Marcus snarled and threw his hand weakly at them. "Fine. How about I let you guard your homo pit while I go back to enjoyin' the fine dancin' here." With that, the angry drunk began to bob his head once more to the music and seemed to have forgotten the altercation between himself and the bouncers. Dismissing him as another drunk looking for a fight, the guards grunted in disgust and went about keeping watch for trouble. Marcus, aware he was being watched for a bit, once more went into the crowd to mingle, dancing like a drunk, but toning it down enough to where he wasn't out of place with the other intoxicated individuals on the dance floor.
Boy, what I would do for some Willy P's right now... He thought as he continued to bob his head and dance with some random stranger. Smiling like an idiot, Marcus kept a close eye on the VIP door, sure that someone has to eventually come out and from there, he could found out more about what laid behind the special door. Reaching into his pocket with his other hand, Marcus flipped open his cell and began to text a message out. He was curious and wondered if others might have some answer to his questions.
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