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 Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 7:32 pm
Meredith failed to notice Stan tailing her as she hadn't bothered to look over her shoulder as was her normal paranoid pass time during walks. Not to mention she hadn't rounded any corners but had just kept walking in a straight line, occasionally dragging her hand along the wall or taking her gloves off and scraping her dark green nails along the wall. For some reason she just lacked the initiative to take her job seriously at the moment and she just wanted to walk around for once and pretend she was ignorant of all this. Of course, anyone who wasn't blind could clearly see the gigantic axe across her back and would be able to connect the dots and realize that there was a reason she carried the axe around and it wasn't for show.
Her peripherals managed to catch sight of someone crossing the street and she examined him for a moment with disinterest, realizing that he was human and was more than likely someone lost or out taking a walk. However, when he gestured to her to take her headphones off she raised an eyebrow and then decided to take him up on his request. What the hell? What was the worst that he could say? 'Hey miss you look really funny but I think it's cute, wanna have sex?'
However, the words that came out of his mouth were a little more comforting than what she'd been expecting and a smirk appeared on her face as she gestured to the axe on her back. "I'm a professional a** kicker, I'm not too overly concerned. What about you, though? You don't look too horribly frightening. I'll bet you have a gun on your person or something, though and that I'm being over confident and that I'm judging you by appearance as opposed to based on facts that are actually meaningful." She gave him a smug smirk that revealed her dimples and caused her lip ring to pucker out as she waited for him to explain why he was out at this time.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 8:07 pm
"You professionally kick a**?" It was an interesting job title. It almost made Stan burst out in laughter. It wasn't due to him trying to mock the girl. It wasn't anything like that. The axe on her back made sure of that much. The job title was vague. It could be taken in several different ways. A professional a** kicker could go around beating the s**t out of people. Or it could be an extremely cool guy. Like, 'Wow, that song kicks a**.' You can professionally be a kick a** person. Or, you could live in Singapore working at a correctional facility of sorts, and you administer punishment to offenders via a swift kick to the buttocks. Stan understood Meredith though. Loud and clear. The question was mostly rhetorical and in a jesting tone.
"Well, I'm the exception to the rule. I'm on the job." Unlicensed private investigator for the win!
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 8:14 pm
Veroen had exited the subway, waiting for himself to calm down and return to his more human form. He did not blend to well now though, for he had thrown off his Trench coat in the subway. He looked alot like an assassin now, though he WAS one. The vampire his in an alley, waiting for his eyes and fangs to go back to normal. his eyes were still black pits of darkness, and his fangs were esaily noticeable.
He then noticed daiguren walking away from Meredith. He sighed for a moment, glad to see that they had made it out alive. He then noticed a human who was watching her from a distance. His observations also let him know that the human carried a gun. 'A cop, huh?' Veroen thought to himself, watching the human very carefully. It was very clear that he was tailing Meredith. Veroen was, after all, an assassin. These types of things were his specialty.
He then decided to tail the the human, waiting for any kind of movement that seemed hostile towards meredith. Once he approached Meredith, Veroen decided he would as well.
Veroen moved fast and silent, unseen by the human eye, then stopped behind Stan. Once he heard the remark about her being out here all by herself, he sensed something more meant behind the human's approach. Then Veroen, oddly enough, and for reasons he did not know, became...protective.
Veroen put his hand on the human's shoulder, but with a little force, though not enough to hurt the human, just to make him stumble a bit. He then addressed Meredith, "This a friend of yours?" Veroen asked with a cocked eyebrow, motioning towards Stan, with his hand still on the human's shoulder. Veroens fangs had returned to normal, but his eyes had yet to do the same, which were still endless black pits.
He silently eyed the human, wanting to break something in the human's body, but resisting the urge to do so.
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Posted: Sun Jan 18, 2009 11:25 pm
"That I do," she stated, purposely being vague and not bothering to elaborate for certain what she'd meant by her statement. The guy would have to be pretty damned stupid if he didn't get that she was more than capable of using the axe on her back but if he was so dull that he wasn't able to get that even after she'd gestured to it that really wasn't her problem. She wasn't exactly out here to teach adults how to catch onto social ques and all that stuff. Hell, she hadn't even made it through highschool herself so she really wasn't technically qualified to teach anything, at least at the standards of the modern world nowadays.
"Oh?" She asked him, clearly skeptical as to why he was out and about bothering someone like her. Then again if he was a cop or something she would be the perfect person to target and ask questions seeing as she did have a ******** huge axe on her back.
"You a cop or something?"
Though she wasn't really meaning to she ended up overemphasizing the middle of the sentence where she inquired about his job title. She honestly hadn't meant to practically spit the word in disrespect but it'd always been a word that she'd associated with bad things when she'd been younger and now her acquired dialect from back then was still with her. It was with her so much so that she didn't even really notice that she'd uttered it disrespectfully as if she had a problem with him being a cop. Bottom line was she hadn't meant to utter 'cop' disrespectfully but it happened, not that she was really worried anyhow. He wasn't allowed to arrest her for saying his job title with spite.
That was when Veroen happened to arrive at the scene and she saw him waiting silently behind Stan. She wasn't fully sure what he was doing but she prepped her gun just in case since she wasn't about to let Veroen make a snack out of this fellow. She could tell by his black eyes that Veroen still had yet to feed and though he was probably horribly parched, he wasn't allowed to kill this human. This one definitely had yet to prove that he'd done anything wrong and he seemed like he had a decent sense of humour so she wasn't about to let that go to waste.
When Veroen spoke to her and clapped his hand down on the man's shoulder she became very confused. She wasn't sure why he was asking in the first place but what confused her more was that he seemed to be a little angry-ish about the whole thing. Was he being overprotective of her? Was he stalking her and trying to keep her safe when she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself? This vampire just got more and more confusing as she spent more and more time with him. First he hadn't wanted to drink her blood over other human's and had resisted his urges and now he was tracking her down to make sure she was safe? Perhaps that was his reason or maybe he was posing as the friendly vampire that'd strike when she began to trust him.
"Ugh ... I don't really see how that's any of your business but he seems like he's a decent enough fellow. I wouldn't call him a friend, I barely know him but that's not to say he and I won't hit it off and have a hoot sometime ... Um ... Can I ask you why the f**k you followed me here, though? Are you needing something or are you tailing me to suck my blood because I can tell you're still needing to drink something and it'd be really nice if you didn't turn the cop into your little walking, talking kool-aid jammer. Oh yeah and we need to talk sometime, I've got some questions for you about ... down there."
She was perfectly calm as she spoke, casual despite the fact she was being whole-heartedly blunt in front of someone she wasn't even sure she could trust with such information. However, Meredith hadn't really been thinking about Stan, she was more focused on the fact that Veroen seemed to be watching over her for some reason. It made her paranoid, confused and curious all at the same time though she knew that asking him about the things she wanted to wouldn't be smart since he probably wouldn't want to say anything in front of Stan. She also didn't want to embarrass him or make him upset in front of Stan either so she simply mentioned a few things and fell silent, the awkward kind of she didn't know what else to say silent.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:23 am
Stan listened and watched Meredith intently. He was capturing all of her facial expressions, mannerisms and was circulating the information in his brain. His empathy was on par with even the best practitioners of Extra-Sensory Perception, sans actual supernatural ability. The psychologist had gone through some pretty rough stuff in his life; from bankruptcy to the death of the person he cared for the most, but some people just had it bad. But despite this, Stan had quite the ability of putting himself in their shoes. He understood and when he looked at Meredith.. He tried to pin-point it. What she said second gave him a clue.
"No, I'm not." Being an unlicensed PI wasn't an actual career title. Stan came clean. "I'm the unofficial NYHG psychologist." Stan picked up on the disdain which caused a small frown to form. She hated the police for some reason, then again when you were young it was quite normal. Rebellious youth wasn't an understatement and Meredith had the spunk to go along with the claim. Stan didn't enjoy it but he wanted to probe that brain of hers. When she was ready to divulge.
That's exactly around the time that Veroen had placed his hand upon Stan's shoulder. Honestly, the psychologist hadn't expected it and the motion had stopped him in his tracks. He barely moved, keeping his senses acute in case of the need for more movement. He listened to what Meredith had to say about his assailant. Stan frowned. There was a vampire behind him, in striking position. "You've got body guards? I don't get you, Meredith Jackson."
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 1:05 am
Veroen was still in a bit of an angry mood, so to speak, from his encounter with Jaden's true form in the subway, so he was a little irratable at the moment, not to mention he still hadn't fed, which was not a factor in any of this. Veroen spoke smoothly now, to Meredith.
"My eyes are not they way they are because of my thirst, so you can stop bringing that up as an explanation for my actions, its just taking a little while to get back to normal from my mild Vampiric transformation in the tunnels." Veroen explained. "So you can drop that attitude you seem to have with me, cause i have done nothing but try to help you." Veroen added, slightly irritated at her hostility towards him, for it was uncalled for. The then continued, "Oh, and by the way, I didn't follow you, i came out of the subway nearby, and noticed this 'Psycologist' following you, and i assumed he was a cop, judging by the slight disfiguration in his jacket that oddly resembles a concealed firearm, and by the fact that he was stalking you." Veroen spoke with a bit of an attitude of his own now, slightly pissed at her hostility towards him after all he was doing was looking out for her. It confused him.
He then hissed at the Psycologist after hearing the remark about him being a body guard for Meredith, and said, "I am no body guard. I'm just someone who tries to be nice to others, even if they seem to hate it." Veroen added, looking back towards Meredith as he said the last part of his statement.
Veroen then looked back to the psycologist, and said "Actually, I do not trust cops, or anyone associated with them." Veroen ended his statement by tightening his grip on Stan's shoulder, then immediately letting go.
Then he moved over, now standing on either side of them. He spoke to Meredith now, in curiosity to her curosity about his actions in the tunnels. "What do you want to know?" He said, in his smooth voice again.
If anything, Meredith confused HIM. Everytime he would do something nice, or try to do something to help her, or even protect her, she seemed to return his gestures with extreme hostility.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 8:09 am
Nicholas stepped- Well, was thrown out of the Taxi cab. He had forgotten to change his British money to Dollars, so for now he was stuck with the spare change he'd found in that questionable lavatory cubicle. God knows why he had been there, it was just sort of routine for him to go to the bathroom every day, it didn't matter if his body was technically dead. He analyzed the scene around him, he was on the corner of a street, god knows which. There was an alley nearby, some grates, and a web of washing lines above him. He saw a few people arguing, probably a couple having a dispute, he had heard that nobody argued like New Yorkers. He yawned, wondering where to go. He needed money for a hotel, that was a given. So he had three basic options, ask for money, take money, dance for money, or sell his body for, you guessed it, money. He didn't have the booty for whoring, he could only do the Robot dance, and his people skills weren't fantastic. He would have to mug the unfortunate people.
He hadn't discovered his powers as a Vampire yet, he had only been bitten a little over a year ago. He found he could manipulate things with his mind, but unfortunately he was not very advanced in speed or strength. He even made a meek and meager Vampire. He dusted himself off, and thought of how to go about robbing the people. He could try physical assault, but he knew that wouldn't end well, inhuman strength or not he still fought like a girl. Then he thought about pretending he had a gun, but that would probably get him into an emergency room if they called his bluff. He eventually decided the best way as to use the intimidation factor, and it was at that point that he smelled something in the air. It was like, strangely, Home. He felt a fraternal feeling coming from the couple, and it was at that moment he noticed that at least one of them was a vampire. He was presented with a few more options. A.) Explain his situation and ask for help, B.) Try and go ahead with the mugging, or C.) Run and hope he doesn't get hurt. He opted for option C, but his brilliant plan was ruined when he tripped over a nearby garbage can and was sent rolling into a wall, making an incredible amount of noise in the process.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:28 am
((WOOT!!!! another vampire! lol))
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 10:41 am
Veroen ((WOOT!!!! another vampire! lol)) ((Absanthe nagged me into it. xP))
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 11:29 am
Wolf looked out at the city before him. He had emerged from the subway also, and was sitting on a rooftop, guitar in his hands, home-made bayonet included. Wolf started playing I Don't Wanna Stop by Ozzy Osbourne. The skills of thivery landed him some good money, hence the quality guitar and katana attachment, though the amp was the only thing that came with the guitar when he bought it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:28 pm
((nice, lol we need more amps here...its sad. i'm one of the only ones in this guild still active. lol)
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:38 pm
((Well hopefully that's gonna change, cos Twisted is here to stay. biggrin ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:41 pm
((Good! Then start posting something other then OOC xD))
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2009 12:45 pm
|| That I did. ^^ ||
As soon as the word psychologist flew from his mouth her memory instantly recalled the unnofficial psychologist of NYGH. She'd met this guy before though she was pretty sure he'd been dressed differently and that he hadn't been asking her dumb questions that he already probably partly knew the answer to. That was why he'd seemed familiar with his tone of voice and the way he seemed to go about phrasing and asking things. There was something different about him, something that didn't make him your average dumb-a** red neck American. It was probably because he had an education and was a psychologist, you had to be smart and get through school to be a psychologist, after all.
"Wait ... I remember you ... I met you about a half year ago and you were all telling me about your father that died in the hospital and something along the lines of that ... right? Then I said we should go somewhere and I really don't remember what happened after that."
Upon Stan's surprise and accusation of her having body guards Meredith became slightly offended. Did everyone around here think she was ******** useless or something? Last time she'd checked she'd been a very skilled and competent hunter that was able to kick a**. Sure she was maybe adjusting to the fact that she no longer had inhuman strength and speed but she didn't need it to compete with the immortals in this city except for that thing down in the subway. However, something told her that even with the combined efforts of the lycans, demon and vampire down there that things probably wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
"What's that supposed to mean? You implying that I'm a coward or incompetent? Fact of the matter is this guy does whatever the hell he wants just like I do. And if you don't get me then maybe you should stop psychoanalyzing me before your brain explodes."
Upon Veroen blowing a fuse with her she turned to him and gave him a nasty glare. "Well if I'm so ungrateful maybe you'd be better off helping someone else who isn't a b***h so that she can push everything and everyone away from her so she doesn't get hurt again. I don't trust any-f**king-one. Forgive me but my fiance just f**king got engaged to me just so that he could hunt me only for me to find out that I'm not a vampire after all! I loved that a** hole! Then I come back here and get knocked up by a lycan and I still have to go get a friggin' pregnancy test so pardon my French but I f**king hate everyone right now. And yeah Mr. psychologist, you can scribble that down in your mental note book of yours becuase I'm nucking futs!"
Veroen had made a good point, that he'd done nothing wrong and had only been helpful to her but there was no way she was going to be able to say thanks now. She'd just blown up in his face as well as the other hunter for the exact reason she'd stated. She didn't trust anyone and trusting a vampire when she was human again would probably end up being yet another mistake in the huge list of mistakes she'd already made. Yeah he seemed nice but he was thirsty right now and she learned that no matter how optimistic she tried to be that people never failed to have their own reasons for being nice. No one was nice simply to be nice, not even a blood thirsty vampire that'd done nothing but protect her or a psychologist who had apparently been tailing her or some guy that'd just tripped over a garbage can.
Meredith came out of her daze when she heard a smash of a garbage can, realizing that her mental note had actually been because it'd happened in reality. Some guy had just tripped over an effing garbage can and while her first instinct was to laugh, she stifled it as best she could and headed over to help him up. It was the perfect excuse to leave Veroen and the psychologist and avoid the conflict that could possibly arise from her statements made during her temper flare. "Hey, you alright? That looked like one f**k of a tumble. You should watch where you're walking, there are pissy people out here like me that'll bite your head off for something like that."
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