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 Posted: Sat Oct 22, 2005 5:23 am
Arceli arrives on her plane. It was a domestic flight, apparently, so she had turned up from elsewhere in the US, not from abroad. The place was much emptier than you would expect of such a big place. It took her 45 minutes to eventually find a cab. She payed to be taken to a building with a rooftop lock-up, where she had kept her bike to avoid water damage.
((Exit to city.))
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Posted: Wed Oct 26, 2005 12:59 pm
A very small Aeroplane lands at the airport, well after the sun has gone down. On the tail of the plane was a simple logo.; In red, there was a H and a T Joined together, and the T looked like a warhammer. When the thing comes to a stop, a staircase is driven up to the main door, which slides open. A couple of men in black step out of the thing, followed by a familiar cane, to some, in the hands of a familiar man. To some, the sight of this man's face preceded terrible tortures. This was Cadyryeith Ap-Morthwyl. No cheap trick or clever illusion, but the real thing, he was back.
Two more men in black emerge from the aeroplane, and they all decend the steps. Cady's old white Limo pulls up, apparently circumventing normal customs rules, for it was through the rear gate usually only used to allow access for emergancy services after a crash. It's through there that they leave, too, driving back into the night.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 6:13 pm
::koriko is sitting atop one of the air plane hangers. he is standing towards the edge, newly better from that damn virus he is waiting for some victim so he can feed. it's been awhile because of that virus, so he is going to enjoy this. he spots an employee driving one of those luggage cars around. he waits for the perfect moment where he can make his attack. the guy is driving right underneath koriko when he jumps off the top of the hanger and flies through the air. he takes the guy right off of the car, he hit him so hard he knocked him uncouncious. koriko drags him to the side of the hanger. he pulls his trench coat over them to hide them both. he bites into his neck like a ravoness beast. he needs the blood and it's been so long. he drains the guy of all of his blood, he then stands up and licks his mouth.::
"hmmm now where to put the body??"
::he looks around for a stom drain or a man hole or something.... he eventually finds a smalls drainage hole. the body in it's current state is much to large for it. so koriko comes up with an idea, he's going to chop up the body small enough so that it will fit. well koriko walks over to the body and pulls out his katana's, he sclices and dices the body so that it's small enough to fit in the drain. ofcouse theres no blood to worry about to stain the pavement because koriko sucked all of it out of him. he takes the pieces and dumps them down the drain. koriko then runs down the side of a near by gate to one of the watch towers, he quickly and effortlessly scales it and gets to the top without being seen. he walks to the center of it and just stands there. looking out over the air port and how busy it is, even late at night::
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 8:41 pm
'An In Lor'
Holding his fingers to his eyesockets once more, the light shining within them dissapated into the air. He had silently removed the cover, as with the manhole, and floated out of the drain, checking extremely carefully to make sure he wouldn't be spotted. Luckily it was dark but even still the traffic of people he could see inside the terminals was alarmingly large. People with breifcases and sharp suits sat reading news papers, porters ran back and forth with luggage and small children ran hyperly along the rows of seats and isles. He gave a small shudder.
'Damn i detest the living..'
He drifted around the various loading bays and hangers, making very sure he couldn't be seen, camoflauged against the night in his dark robes.
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2005 11:31 pm
Oz held a finger up to one side of his nasal cavity and sharply exhaled through it, a cigarette shot out and he whisked it out of the air with his other hand, placed it between his teeth and sighed.
'Im not going to get anywhere in this city looking like i do..
He clicked his fingers and a small flame sprouted from the tip of his thumb, holding the end of the cigarette against it he inhaled and the tip glowed warmly. He curled his fingers around his thumb and extinguished the flame, tilting his head back and blowing a small cloud of smoke into the air, most of the smoke had escaped through his ribs. A member of what appeared to be the airport security staff lazily strolled across the strip of tarmac infront of him and over to a small general supply room.
'Perfection..'
Checking noone else was in sight, he drifted towards the door the guard had just passed through and listened for noise inside. He could make out the sounds of the guard rooting through boxes and whistling to himself. Slipping through the door he silently removed his left glove and floated towards the figure which was now hunched over a large cardboard box which read 'Batteries - AA'. He shot forwards and clutched his emaciated hand around the guards thick flabby neck, the guard gave no recognition as to what had just happened and simply sank to his knees before slumping headfirst into the box of batteries.
Oz tugged his glove back on tightly with a leathery creak and dragged the body of the guard onto the bare floor, laying him on his back. Concentrating feircely he recited the words:
'Kal In Ex, Rel Quas Xen!'
First passing his hands over the guards body, then crossing his arms and placing his hands on his own shoulders, his robes began to swell outwards. Or rather, he began to swell outwards. Muscle fibres wrapped around his bare bones, followed by viens and arteries, organs began to emerge as he shook violently where he stood. A pelvis sprouted from the base of his spine and branched off into two femurs, creating legs. Skin rolled up him in great waves, covering his body from head to foot, and finally hair follicles sprouted, long and thick in places, while staying short and fine in others.
'That.. was not.. pleasant..'
He felt himself swaying and reached out, propping himself up against the nearest wall.
'Legs, now theres something i'll have to get used to again..'
He gingerly took a few steps to begin with, but after a few minutes he had almost got the hang of it again. He stripped the guard of his clothes and dressed himself in them, stuffing the almost naked body into the box of batteries. He memorized the name on the ID card, repeating it to himself a few times and straightening his hat, left the storeroom with a grin.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2005 5:48 am
Oz had to be quick, he wouldn't stay like this for very long, 25 minutes maximum. He checked the time on the watch he'd taken from the guard, it read 01:18. He had, he thought to himself, probably picked the worst possible body to replicate for himself. The guard had been overweight, old, and had nothing whatsoever in the way of stamina, but he pushed on at a gentle jog towards the main terminal.
He gripped onto the doorway to rest a moment, puffing and panting from the exertion required to move his now bulky frame. Red faced and sweating, he entered the terminal and trying to look casual, strolled over to the information booth.
'Excuse me.. er ma'am, could you tell me where the nearest library is?'
The woman behind the desk tilted her head down and peered at him over her glasses.
'Ma'am? My, learnt some manners have we Trevor?'
She gave him a suspicious look before turning back to her computer and typing rapidly on her keyboard. After a few seconds she stopped, realizing he wasn't going away and turned back to face him again with a look of annoyance.
'Please just tell me where a public library is around here!'
He tried to sound pleading knowing how much mortals, especially humans, love to feel in control. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and a sudden thought hit him. He was human again, for the time being at least, and he could do all the things he'd forgotten about over the millennia, well within the next.. 14 minutes anyway.
'Oh just take these, and why haven't you replaced the batteries in the fire alarm on floor 3 yet? Do you know how much of a fire hazard that is!'
She thrust several leaflets into his porky fingers and he pocketed them. Without even saying thank you he shuffled off as quickly as he could towards the cafe opposite the information booth. He was hungry! He'd forgotten what hunger even felt like, what food tasted like, and unfortunately what it was like to be exhausted. He ordered a coffee and a bagel and rooted through his pockets for change. He held out a handfull of coins for the cashier to take, they jingled in his hand as he shook tiredly.
'It's on the house Trev, you know that! You're getting a little too old for this job if you ask me..'
The man behind the counter looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow. He was sweating profusely now, either the thought of tasting food had excited him too much, or the exercise had brought on a heart attack. He checked his watch again, 8 minutes left.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2005 4:48 am
He ran as fast as he possibly could, tearing along the tarmac, wobbling in all directions. He entered the store room and locked the door behind him, using the keys he had taken from the guard, and ran over to the wall and sat with his back leaning against it. Taking his coffee in a trembling hand he slowly rose it to his lips and savoured the smell for a few moments before tipping it back and pouring it down his throat. He gasped loudly, it was beautiful! He quickly shoved the paper cup back between his lips and chugged the rest of the coffee down hungrily. Lines dribbled down his chin and he scooped them with his finger into his mouth, tearing the bagel from its back he lifted the top slice quickly.
'Hoo Hoo.. Cheese, grilled bacon, and.. well what the hell is that?'
He poked at the ketchup, it had been.. a few hundred thousand years since he last went food shopping and he didn't recognise it at all. Shrugging he looked at his watch, just over a minute left, no time to spare. He crammed the bagel into his mouth and chewed vigourously, he couldn't believe how lovely it was, every bite amazed him with the taste. He stuffed the last bite into his mouth and sucked the ends of his fingers.
'Hell yeah that was go.. oh sweet je-'
Clutching his stomach in pain, he staggered up onto his feet and held his arms out by his side. He didn't do this often, but he had done it enough to know what was coming next wasn't pleasant. With a heave he trembled violently, his rolls of fat jiggling under his shirt, and his skin began to take on the appearance of hot mud, bubbling gently. His face contorted in pain as great lumps of flesh began to drop off, slapping wetly against the floor, blood and other fluids drained out, hair fell out in great clumps and the clatter of falling fingernails filled the room. He toppled over as his legs detached themselves along with his pelvis, hovering again he realised it was over. The room was splattered in remains, spare his robes which he had remembered to keep well covered, and upon redressing himself was welcomed back with a hiss.
'Hmph. Hello Squee.'
He poked the kitten back into his pocket and shut the door behind him, making sure to lock it and pocket the keys. Hovering away from the airport he spotted a sign pointing in the direction of the city, scooting through the shadows he quietly made his way in that direction.
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Posted: Sun Nov 20, 2005 7:28 am
Being woken by the sound of the intercom,she suppressed a yawn with the back of her hand.Her eyes attempting to focus underneath her tinted shades.Flourescent lights always normally kept her awake.Lifting them onto her forhead she watched as the runway came into sight,the wheels touching down. Hearing a few people clap she wondered who thought they weren't going to make it,some of the turbulence had gotten bad over Pittsburgh. Stretching she removed her seatbelt waiting until most of the people were off of the plane before she stood and removed her carry along from the top compartment. Pulling the handle out she wheeled it to the gate,finding the tunnel leading to the airport itself.
She paused,scanning the various signs for the luggage claim.Her heeled boots weren't even audible as they echoed off of the tile flooring.Too many reunions and departures,people were conversing as usual.She figured New York would be a nice getaway from it all.Finding her luggage she proceeded outside to find a taxi that would take her to her hotel on Broadway.It was close enough to Times Square,which was what she wanted. She would take in some shopping while she was here.Flagging down a taxi,he helped her load her luggage into the trunk as she got in and sat down.Adjusting her hat as she watched outside the window while they drove away.
She had to get away for awhile. Even if she didnt know for how long she would stay here. Pulling out her cell phone,she checked her text messages and voicemails,finding nothing of importance was going on at home,she let out a sigh of relief as she pocketed it once again.Watching the first few drops of rain show on the windows she rolled her eyes as she pulled her shades down over her eyes once again.Always had to rain on vacation,it was like a hidden rule.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 2:52 am
As Biones' plane landed, he had awakened knowing that the trip from Spain was over and that America would be his last stop in his travel around the world. He dressed as a commoner as to not bring attention to himself. In Spain he was forced to kill a very large and obeise man and fake him as a family member taking him to America to be buried. The reason for this was to get his weapons through customs without being checked, afterall it is disrespectful to disturb one's coffin.
When he looked out the window of the plane he realized that this city would be perfect for him to finally settle down in and never have to leave. How beautiful this city is... I believe I have found my home...
As he left the plane, he pulled his jacket tighter around him to fend off the cold. He went through customs without being checked feeding them a lie about the man being a relative who wished to be buried in America. He left the airport the coffin nearly in tow.
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2005 7:22 am
She had been able to leave the city without the slightest hinderance from anyone. A small smile came to her face as she saw the city that she had do grown to love gleaming below her with the glow of a million lights. It truely was a breathtaking sight; not only because for the sheer beauty, but because she really did consider this to be her home now.
As the plane landed, she stood, and collected her small bag from the compartment above the seats, trying ehr best to stay standing as people brushed and shoved their ways through the throng, trying to get off the plane and get to the ones that they had travelled so far to see. With the Holidays coming up, it was a wonder that she had even managed to get onto a plane to get back.
Deciding that it was not worth it, then she sat back down until the group had passed and she was able to walk off without the fear of getting trampled under the feet of a thousand people. Unboarding the plane, and completely skipping over luggage since the small bag was all that she had broguht with her, she smiled to herself as she walked out into the hustle and bustle of the city, taking in the smells and nights around ehr that she had grown to love. "Goodness, it is great to be back," she muttered as she turned a corner and began walking away from the terminal.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 6:46 pm
The jet liners could get some one across the ocean in a couple hours and he loved them. He felt Revans death about an hour ago and smiled at it happy in the death of that old one. Now his jetplane was landing and after a few minutes they were allowed to get off. When he was stepping off the plane many gave him weary looks as he was dressed in a Soldat Uniform resembling that of the Germans. He was a ruthless cutthroat of a man no not man but wampyre as they once were called millenia ago now the term is vampire.
He growled low to himself as he looked at them all then walked on to the airpost ahead of them. He would have to get to the vampire coven house of this city and maybe on the way find some other locals. He smelled them and knew they were here and it made him sick because the majority were thin-bloods who knew not what they were. They were not even able to create another vampire their blood was so diluded.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2005 6:59 pm
After checking what few bags he had he went to where his ride was waiting for him. It was a black limosine and he entered it casually the driver was a vampire onlly a couple hundred years old. They pulled out of the air port and blood in wine bottles were setting there waiting for him. As he poured him a glass he sipped it and looked out the window at the city this being his first time to visit america in his roughly two thousand year life it felt strange.
He came to where Revans residue was felt strongly and had the driver stop and he got out telling the driver where to go and leave his bags to wait for him. Walking into the gates of the park he began to look around and made sure his 5.56mm auto pistals were still at his side.
((Exit to Park.))
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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2005 2:03 pm
Clayton Held his bags in hand. He pulled a plane ticket from his pocket checking it over. He looked at a watch on his arm and nodded. He ran to a terminal and handed his ticket over. He walked through security without trouble for He had already gotten rid of his weapons. He then boarded his plane and sat down at his seat. "goodbye new york..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 8:45 pm
*Rogue waited there as the man she had been waiting for walked out of the front doors of the building. She looked through her target glass at him and smiled....perfect aim.
She shot twice, quickly and rhythmically, hitting his head, then his heart...
The vampire fell to his knees as his mules had only just realized what had happened...She unscrewed the top of the sniper gun, then disassembled the rest of it, putting it in the black duffle bag she had been carrying.
She had just added another 100 grand to her banking funds. She ran the opposite way off the roof, then jumped across several, then landed in an alley in a darker part of town.*
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Posted: Fri Dec 30, 2005 12:13 am
Jacques DeVant walked down the steps of the airplane casually and looked around the night sky of New York and smiled. His new home. His things were already scheduled to be delivered to the Coven House of New York while he took a tour of the city. He walked into the airport and looked around at the rushing of people to and from airplanes. His blonde hair was pulled back like it usually was showing the inhuman features of his face. His blue eyes stood out dramaticly among his other facial features and his crystal like fingernails were probably next. Sometimes he wondered if his thousand years of vampiric life gave him this beauty how the Mother and Father had looked before they were Maharet and Mekare.
He wondered if anyone meaning any other vampires were in the area he looked forward to meeting the others of New York while he was here and would not leave till he had. Actually he did not plan on leaving for another few years, if he even left then it would be to go and bring more of his family here. He already missed them but he would have to do without for a while, holidays would not be the same without his grandchildren. Looking around he decided to take a seat and perhaps enjoy some American coffee before he headed into the heart of the city.
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