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 Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:11 am
Her room isn't large, but heavily adorned with various designs from around the world. Primarily from the far east, especially Japan. In the center of her room is a statue of Athena, the Greek Goddess of war, standing in tribute to her namesake. Various weaponry adorn one wall, from all sorts of countries, and era's, everything from swords, maces, flails and axes, to muskets, rifles, pisols and sub machine guns, both new and old. All the weapons are locked behind thick glass, which opens only to a passcode.
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Posted: Thu Jun 05, 2008 9:22 am
Athena sat upon her bed, looking at some old portraits hung on the wall. There were all of her family, all long passed. One of the figures was... Leila... her old face... her mortal self. Some days, Athena would wish she'd lived a complete mortal life. She missed the sun. The moment passed, and she remembered why she was there in the first place.
She finished getting dressed, into a black cocktail dress. She didn't leave, as she had planned. She looked at herself in the mirror. She wondered if the New Yorkers would buy her charade. Would they beleive she was mortal, long enough for her to seduce them back into her room, where she could quietly dispose of them?
She sat down and tried to think. She hadn't fed in some time, so she was getting hungry. A week in the city, and not a sign from any of the Vampires... she'd spent the entire time just getting her room ready. Where was everybody?
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