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 Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 6:13 am
 ♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
Byron sighed and suddenly returned to his plaster face state. "So now he's confirming what Amor told me before, I'm undead as illogical as this may sound." he thought as he stared down his pale hands posed over each other on the counter, it was inevitable, he only had two choices now, he could either learn to live like an undead, or just starve to death.
"You make feeding on the blood live beings sound so easy, I admit that I had urges to drink blood a few times the last couple of weeks, I just found it rather disturbing, I'm not into that kind of stuff." it was a tough decision for he didn't really know what to expect with this new type of life, but he thought he was to young to die now.
"Well, I find the idea of spending some years around without aging quite intriguing, I mean, I'm not sure I want to finish myself now."
Repulsive personality apart, Byron had every reason to like the fact of not aging, he was smart, ambitious, good looking and in good shape; He could do with some more years looking like he does now. He raised his glassy eyes towards the fiery haired bartender and rested his cheek on his fist, he looked quite indifferent just like when Christoph first met him, it was obvious that he had accepted the fact and was thinking of his next move.
"So blood it is. the problem is how do I get it, I'm sure I will figure out a steady way of doing so on the long run, but I need a quick fix, I can estimate that I have been a vampire for about a week now, so I think that I might need to feed soon." his voice lacked any emotion, but it was obvious he was making a big effort to look like he did. "Also another thing, how did that happen anyway? Shouldn't I have been a vampire dinner for that to happen?" A long silence followed the questions as Byron downed the rest of his drink and smoked the last breath of his cigarette. "It seems I can't remember that happening."
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 7:49 am
Lucian Kliment
Lucian shook his head causing strands of his snow-white hair to stray over his face. Laughing nervously he brought himself back to reality. He noticed Melanie giving off a forced smile to at least show he acknowledged her. Lucian ran his fingers through his hair subconsciously only to feel the light gesture against the back of his head. Lucian shifting his head managed to gaze over his right shoulder though most of his face was hidden beneath the fur of his coat.
A muffled chuckle emitted from the back of his throat Lucian pushing to his feet as he gave off a sly smirk. The nylon strap of his guitar case swung over his left shoulder. It wasn’t blunt but anyone who knew Lucian very ell could sense something odd yet faint had changed in his behavior.
Lucian angled his left arm to where he could curl the fingers of his left hand onto the nylon strap that comfortingly was placed over his shoulder. His eyes fluttered shut shoving his right hand into containment of his pocket he walked forward a few inches in front of Peeta as he glanced back briefly.
“Yes, let us go ..”
Lucian’s back was faced towards the female, his smirk remained which flashed his canines, they were sharp earlier but now they seemed like two pearl white daggers that could easily rip flesh apart. Lucian lowered his head hiding his optics behind strands of his hair. His pupils began enlarge as he stopped dead in his tracks, placing his right palm over his face as he tried to get a grip of himself, his once normal human nails had unknowingly sharpened to where they were claw like rather then human. He gulped down his entire body trembled trying to get a grip of himself.
Lucian felt a pain shoot through his entire body as he lowered himself to his knees, his leather guitar case dropping beside himself, gasping with staggered breathes emphasizing the pain that shot through his body. He sat there trembling being all he could possibly do at that moment.
Amor Bas Lioncourt
Amor pinched the bridge of his nose shaking his head as he laughed nervously. Amor pulled himself to his feet straightening out his attire, his eyes widened as his right eye began to twitch. In a humorous way he began to fail his arms desperately. As he began to call it out, he thought he misplaced his viola, as began to cry out in a very dramatic manner just as a mother would if she had lost her child.
“Where is it! Where is it! My viola!”
Amor desperately ran around in a circle only to spot his viola, at the edge of the bar’s counter, reaching his arms out towards the translucent instrument. Tears of joy strolled down his cheek tripping as he fell forward causing his body to fall through the bar, swirls pictured in his eyes as he began to laugh his body being cut in half he raised his left arm the bartender the only one being able to see it do to this position.
Amor raised his index as he continued to laugh
“Found it .. “
Amor simply dropped his arm back down as he laid in that same position, his face planted into the ground.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 8:44 am
Christoph shrugged, face calm at the talk of blood. "A quick fix? Hmmm...." He brightened, an idea striking him. "Hold on a moment." The bartender turned and began scanning the various bottles on shelves behind the bar. They were all shapes and sizes, with liquids of varying colors.
Christoph finally spotted the one he was looking for. It was a short, squat bottle, in a square shape with rounded corners. Its only identifying mark was a drop painted in red on its opaque surface. It was stoppered with a cork sealed with wax. He plucked it out from where it was sitting inconspicuously behind some taller bottles.
"I thought I still had it." Christoph grabbed a new glass and set it on the counter, then broke the wax seal on the bottle. Immediately, the iron scent of blood wafted out. With a little grunt, he yanked the cork out of the bottle and tipped its contents into the glass. Ruby red liquid poured out, splashing slightly in the glass. Once the bottle was empty, Christoph pushed the glass to Byron.
"This ought to hold you over for a few days. It's blood from an elf who stopped in here a couple centuries ago. They've got a lot of vitality, so their blood should be pretty strong."
Suddenly, the ghost flipped out, startling Christoph. He starting shouting about his viola, then suddenly found it. As he rushed towards it, he tripped and landed face first on the ground, sticking halfway out of the bar.
The whole ordeal was so comical that Christoph burst out laughing. He walked over to where the ghost lay and bent down, resting on his heels.
"Mr. Ghost, you should try to be more careful."
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2010 10:16 am
 Melanie PrittHer thoughts were still on the phone call she got. First of all, it was odd for that person to call her because they shouldn't have had her number to begin with. Second, why would the person call to talk to her about the issue? It just bothered her. Not to mention the fact that it was highly likely that 'he' now knows where she is. That was someone she never wanted to even hear about for the rest of her life. Why? Just when she was getting used to things here.
Mel snapped out of her trance when she saw Peeta out of the corner of her eye. She picked up her drink and took another sip as she watched the two interact. In her opinion, the girl was trying too hard. It was like she was following him around like a puppy dog. Of course, she didn't really know what they talked about at all. She gave a mental shrug as she took her eyes away from them while taking another sip. It was really none of her business. For once she was in no mood to be playful.
The blond took a gulp of her drink, this time, before setting it back on the table. She let herself sigh in a satisfying manner before her eyes shifted to look at Lucian: who was currently kneeling on the ground. Mel merely stared at him. What in the world was wrong with him? Her body was leaned forward a bit but she made no effort to go to him. After all, someone else was there and it might not be a big deal. It probably wouldn't hurt to stay where she was for the time being.
Lacey glanced around the bathroom. Now that she that about it, the place was a bit creepy since it was alive. After all, it probably knew what everyone was doing all of the time. Maybe it could even play tricks on people; not that it has happened to her so far. Even though it was a bit creepy; it was also intriguing. A smile appeared on her face before she headed to the door. It wasn't a bit deal for the time being.
After walking out of the bathroom, she picked up her drink that was sitting next to Daniel. She decided to get a simple one so it didn't involve much effort. After this drink, she was thinking about getting something even less complicated. Lacey took a sip of her drink as she shifted her eyes to watch Daniel. He seemed pretty preoccupied in his writing, so she turned to watch the band. The only reason Lacey didn't sit on the stool was because she wasn't sure where she wanted to situate herself yet.__________________ ----------------------------- -----  ----- ℒacey ℋancock
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2010 10:57 pm
Lucian Kliment
Lucian pushed off his feet, both his hands cupped over the sides of his head using is shoulder to push against the door, even leaving his guitar case behind even. Lucian being outside eased himself to the terrain now being on both his hands and knees. His morphed nails trailing into the gravel beneath him as he gasped for breath. Lucian curled over into what seemed to be a fetal position. Lucian’s entire body seemed to morph, his bones and joints cracking as they began to shift. Lucian white fur coat seemed to even morph with his body act as if it was his actual flesh and apart of his entire being. The fur began to coat over the rest of his attire until it concealed every other fabric, the fur became his flesh rather then a simple add on to his clothing.
A snout morphed in the front of Lucian’s face a solid black nose taking the place of his pale fleshy human one. Lucian’s chest arched out as a long white tale extended now from his tailbone. Lucian’s newly morphed snout gave off a snarl flashing his dagger like set of teeth. Two white ears with a light pink interior flesh poked out just above his head, every human like feature of him completely gone. Lucian’s human figure now replaced with a large wolf like being. As his tongue slid over the tips of his teeth a few drops of drool cascaded onto the terrain below.
Lucian now stood firmly on all fours, his hands replaced with padded paws, instead of flesh or hair he was now completely covered in a coat of pure white fur. Lucian’s sangria colored optics remained though they now showed a tint of hungry behind them as he shook his head. Lucian’s entire conscious and even appearances were now animal like. Huffing, a cloud of hot breath escaped from his parted jaws as he shifted to where he sat, his eyes shifted left to right then up towards the sky.
Parting his jaws Lucian’s chest pulled inwards, pushing out caused a bloodcurdling howl to echo from him. Despite him seeming to be depicted as a wolf, he was much larger then any average mammal. Lucian pulled his ears back to lay flat against his head as he lowered some to the ground his nose catching scent of the other beings contained in the bar. Snapping his jaws he arched his back as he backed up, seeming to plan out his next movement.
Amor Bas Lioncourt
Amor laughed nervously as he pushed himself up, it was unnecessary but as usual he began to dust his attire off. Amor whipped out his arms scooping up his viola under his arm cradling it like a child. He fixed his posture quickly only to lower his body in a half bow, realizing he had yet to introduce himself to the other who apparently could also see and even hear him lifting himself out of the bow he finally spoke.
“My sincere apologies, I am Amor Bas Lioncourt ..”
Nodding in agreement with himself he shifted back to his original seat, resting his viola and bow over his lap he sighed exaggeratedly still laughing to himself at his humorous clumsiness but simultaneously scolding himself as usual during these types of moments. Shifting his glance to Lacy only to bring it back to Bryon then finally to the bartender. IT was all so new to him, people being able to see him so easily he wasn’t sure to be frightened or thrilled.
Amor went back into thought of the fact of him once more solidifying his currently disembodied self. Amor’s thoughts were halted immediately after he noticed the pale male rush out the door. Amor’s expression twisted into one of question, after a few moments he shook his head attempting to disregard this.
Amor’s head began to ring with his curiosity; this event of the other male had instantly been pushed away. At that moment Amor was so caught up on the idea of him ‘making himself known’ he couldn’t seem to get his mind off of this. The only thing to brought his train of curiosity to a complete stop was the howl that emitted from the outside and rang through his head like an orchestra. Was he hearing things, what exactly did he just hear? He questioned himself wondering if it was just him that heard it that moment, he shifted his glance to the others seeing if he could answer this by their own reactions perhaps to this sound.
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Posted: Sun Oct 31, 2010 10:31 am
♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
As much amusing as Amor was, Byron couldn't pay less attention to his clumsiness, he was following Christoph as he rummaged for something through the various bottles. The bottle he picked up looked particularly interesting, but what he heard about the contents was even more interesting, but Byron didn't bother commenting on it, he picked the glass up and looked at the thick liquid with an unusual mix of hunger and disgust, it was blood after all, he slowly and hesitantly raised the glass to his lips with both hands slightly trembling.
As the thick ruby liquid touched his lips the last traces of disgust were gone and he downed it all in one shot, the taste seemed unfamiliar at first but the drink was really thirst quenching, he wiped his lips and looked at Christoph, his eyes seemed to sparkle with life.
In the next seconds he felt a very strong rush, it was like life was pumping into him, just like the effect you'd get from having an energy drink for the first time. It was a great feeling after a week of struggle to get energy. "Wow! That's all I can say. Just wow." he exclaimed after his long period of silence, he was feeling renewed, at that moment he was sure he was a vampire, what else could he be? and with that curse came special gifts or so he read in fiction, Strength, stamina and heightened senses, he wasn't sure he could believe it but all he had to do is wait, everything was possible now, a whole new world he never knew existed.
He didn't actually have to wait all that much since he heard some ruckus outside of the bar, it was clear as if it was right down his neck."Wait a second, I'll just take a look." He said as he got up leaving behind all his belongings on the counter.
Stepping outside he saw what seemed to be a huge wolf, he was right, something was happening, but he couldn't tell what it was, he just stood there.
"This night keeps getting better and better."
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 3:48 pm
╔═≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎═╗♫ Wells & Gavin ♫
╚═≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎═╝
Most people didn't seem to hear the howling; after all, there was music playing and lots of other noise that could cover it up. When the band finished its song; Wells looked back at Gavin before moving the mic closer to his lips. He gave a brief shy smile before speaking. "Now I'm gonna to play a short piece that someone convinced me to share with you guys," he glanced at Gavin for a millisecond before continuing, "then we'll take a short break."
With that said, he switched guitars and got himself ready. Behind him, Gavin was sitting lazily taking a sip of his water bottle. Ian already took off his bass and set it aside. The lights seemed to dim on the stage on their own: making Wells the center of attention. "I hope you like it."
Then he began to play. The sound of his guitar filled the Music Box. He was playing something that sounded a lot like this. Unlike all the other songs he played; this one, he really got into. He put in a type of heart and soul that just wasn't apparent in the others. Adding his own unique flare with his movements and demeanor. It was like he was one with the music that he was creating.
The piece ended almost as soon as it began. Wells was standing in his ending pose; just staring out into the crowd. It seemed like everyone was shocked into silence; but soon the fan girls started screaming their praise and applauding wildly. It wasn't until Gavin came up to stand beside him that he turned his attention away from the crowd. His eyes caught the smile Gavin hid behind the water bottle that he was about to take a sip of. A big childlike happy smile appeared on Wells face. Of course, no one was paying attention to the bassist that seemed annoyed at the brief interaction between the two.
Before Wells could do much else, the girls started to grab his attention. "Calm down ladies," he said in a gentle tone as he hopped down from the stage, "I have to get myself a drink...how 'bout we meet back there?" He motioned, with a smile, to the couches that sat against the wall of the far back corner.
With that said, Wells went to the bathroom really quick before finding Christoph at the bar. "Hey man," he said with a friendly smile, "can I have a pint of Guinness?"
His eyes shifted to rest on Lacey; who was alone since Daniel went to go talk to Gavin. Not that the redhead paid attention to that. Wells slid down the bar before speaking to the petite girl. "Fancy seeing you here. So what do you think of our bassist?" A warm smile appeared on his face after he finished asking the question.
Gavin smiled while he watched his best friend play the piece. He knew this would happen and was hoping that it would push the guy forward a bit more. When it was over, he walked over and stood next to the redhead; feet teetering on the edge of the stage. He lifted the bottle of water to his lips while looking over at Wells. He gave him a smile before taking the last couple gulps of the water.
As the guitarist dealt with the fans; Gavin noticed the bassist about to leave to go do whatever he needed to do. He walked over to cut the guy off; more so to just get his attention. "You..." he was cut off almost before he started to speak.
"I don't want to hear it!" Ian interrupted harshly before pushing him aside and walking off the stage.
Gavin followed him off the stage, but stopped and watched him disappear into the crowd. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he though. This was not going well at all. It seems like the dynamic between the two has gotten worse even though he has been trying to make an effort.
That was when two girls came up to him. One seemed to be pulling the shyer one toward him. They introduced themselves and started to try to strike up a conversation with Gavin. Every once in a while, they would giggle in a nervous type fashion. To be honest, he was shocked that he had fans. In reality, its not that he didn't have any fans; they just tended to be too scared to approach him because of his perceived character.
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Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 5:30 pm
Melanie PrittMel watched Lucian leave in a hurry. She didn't really think anything of him leaving his case behind. It's not like she knew if it was precious or not. Maybe he just needed some fresh air; even though he just came back inside a little bit ago. Deciding not to ponder it anymore, she picked up her glass and took another small gulp. The howl that came from outside never reached her ears; after all, she was almost the farthest person away from where Lucian was outside.
When Wells played that short number, Mel kept her eyes on him the whole time. It was interesting to her. He was sneakily mixing in a little drumming while he played. It was a little bit like what she does on a daily basis. A big smile spread across her face as she took another drink of her honey lemonade.
After the band stopped playing, she stood up and looked around. It didn't take long for her to find Lacey; although it was surprising to find Wells talking to her. Without a second thought, she downed the rest of her drink and marched over there.
"Is he bothering you?" Mel asked while giving Wells the evil eye. She took a moment to flash Lacey a smile before continuing. "Look, just leave her alone. We don't need you causin' problems."
Lacey took a sip of her drink when the band finished their song. Her eyes shifted toward the door when she thought she heard something. In the end, she figured it was a figment of her imagination. After all, she didn't really hear it very clearly.
The petite girl started zoning out and wrapped her free arm around her waist; just under her chest. Her dark eyes peered into the contents of her glass. Of course her mind was somewhere else completely. It wasn't until Wells voiced snapped her out of her trance. She lifted her head to look at him.
"Oh," she paused for a moment to think about his question. It took a while it to register. "He's okay," Lacey replied simply. Her eyes glanced downwards as she shifted her weight onto her other leg.
Lacey took another sip of her drink when Mel came over just as loud as ever. A barely there smile appeared on her soft face. She knew why the blond was saying what she was to the guitarist. After all, the bassist warned her to stay away from the outgoing redhead. It is hard to stay away if the person tries to strike up a conversation ever once in a while.__________________ ----------------------------- ----- ----- ℒacey ℋancock
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 1:29 am
(-)  When Peeta went to leave Lithium rushed after her, hopping off of Byron's lap instantly and pushing the door open with her snout. Peeta stopped when Lucian stood still and looked back> "Lucian? Are you alright?" She asked, looking at him curiously before automatically her hands moved to send her mom a text, she would be late. Soon the cell buzzed with a reply. Fine, closing shop today to deliver. Be safe.That issue resolved Peeta focused on Lucian again while Lithium walked over and sat next to him trying to be reassuring to Lucian yet protect Peeta at the same time. When Peeta saw Lucian begin to transform Peeta was surprised a little but didn't run, eventually shock had froze her in place once his transformation completed. He looked hungry too. Taking some of the chicken strips she had put in a carry bag for home she set it in front of him slowly. "Try an eat this." Lithium walked over to sniff at the food and snatched one quickly, moving behind Peeta's legs to eat, leaving the rest for Lucian.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:53 pm
 Lucian Kliment
Lucian stood tall his tail horizontal and stiffly held, his head lowered pulling his left paw back towards him as his large figure circled both the figures who exited the bar. Shifting his optics towards the male then to the female, folding his ears back against his head yet again as he pushed back after the female made a movement. The male had yet to do anything though Lucian still kept aware and diligent. The small of the chicken’s flesh wafted by his nose. Shaking his head he pulled back though tempted to snatch this meal offered he instead backed up. It wasn’t so much that he was afraid just hesitant and unaware. It was as if he hadn’t a clue who these people were as if amnesia had hit him.
Lucian sniffed the air towards the male, his eyes narrowed towards him, Lucian could sense something was off about the male but disregarded it and instead pulled his figure around the two stealthily. Despite being in his wolf form it came to his attention that he left the case that held his guitar unprotected in the bar. Arching his back Lucian leaped his figure forward clashing into the window that sat once neatly near the entrance of the bar it seemed.
Shaking his fur as it puffed out some ridding himself of any small shards that attempted to catch and knot up in his fur. Honestly at that point he didn’t pay attention to any scene he caused, though aware of the presence of the others he eased over to his unattended casing. Parting his jaws Lucian pulled the nylon strap between his teeth erecting his position to where he easily held up the case.
Lucian twisted against his paws as he pushed back giving himself a running start towards the now busted window. As he pushed his body upwards he easily leaped back out of the window. Lucian still paid no attention to any ruckus or something of the sorts he caused back in the bar all that ran through his head was the safety of the object he now yet again possessed.
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Irako of the Desert Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 7:24 pm
Christoph gave a friendly smile to the ghost and nodded. "Christoph Aiolos, at your service. I'm the owner of the Haunted Music Box, so it's my to see who my customers are." He let Amor's attention drift away, figuring that it was better for the ghost to become used to the idea that he could be seen. Usually, the dead couldn't interact with the living without a great deal of effort, so it was something of a shock whenever they ran across someone who could see them.
Christoph grinned to see the young red-haired man approach the bar. "Great performance so far, man. Here, this one's on the house." He poured the requested Guiness and slid it to Elijah. The young man gave him a nod of thanks and slid down the bar to talk to Lacey.
Suddenly, a wolf burst through a window. It was a brilliant white, reminiscent of Peeta's pet fox, just on a much larger scale. Screams burst out and there was a general scrambling to get away from the beast. Some people tried to go for the door, but since the wolf was standing right next to it, that idea was quickly abandoned.
Shaking glass out of its fur, it nonchalantly strode over to the Russian's guitar case and gently picked it up by the strap. Christoph remembered that the young man had left, looking rather sick, but hadn't really thought much of it. Now a few things clicked in his head. Before the bartender could say anything to the wolf, it leaped casually out of the window, leaving behind a mess of glass splinters and shards, a terrified crowd, and a rather upset Christoph stuck with the duty of calming everyone down and fixing everything up.
Without pausing to register the Haunted Music Box's indignant screeches of pain, Christoph leaped over the bar easily and headed for the stage. He had to dodge knots of stampeding people all pushing for the exits. On his way, he managed to catch two women about to be trampled and put them back on their feet.
He jumped up onto the stage and quickly grabbed a microphone. Double-checking that it was on, he shouted into it. "EVERYONE, FREEZE!"
Everybody in the Haunted Music Box did and fell silent. All that was left was the feedback from the speakers that soon died away. Confident that he had the attention of all the patrons in the bar, Christoph spoke again, at a more normal level.
"Don't panic. Please return to your seats in a calm and orderly fashion. My staff will be around shortly with drinks. It's safer for you all to be in here at the moment rather than roaming around out there with the wolf." As he spoke, he felt the Haunted Music Box adding to his words. It was forcibly calming everyone, making them forget their fight-or-flight reflex. Slowly, with murmurs running through the crowd, people began to sit down. The waiters and waitresses immediately began moving among them, taking orders and returning to the bar to fill them. A few of them were pale, but otherwise didn't show their concern. Like Christoph, they realized that it was safer for everyone inside the Haunted Music Box.
Satisfied that the situation was under control again, Christoph hopped down from the stage and made his way back to the bar with haste. Soon, he was helping the staff pour drink orders and deliver them. He let the work distract him from the Haunted Music Box's insistence that he fix it right now. It felt broken without the window and was acting like a child with a bruised knee.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 3:07 pm
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♫ Elijah ♦ Mel ♦ Lacey ♫
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Wells took a gulp after Lacey respond. "So..." he stopped short when Melanie butted into their conversation. He gave Mel a weird look. What was her deal? "It was just a simple innocent question. How is that causing problems?" It didn't matter. He wasn't planning on hanging around anyway. After all, he had some ladies waiting. One can't go ignoring their devoted fans now can they. He pushed himself off before speaking again. "I was about to leave anyway," he gave a smile before continuing, "sorry to bother you ladies." With that said, he started to walk away.
"Tell that bassist of yours that he should've talked to you first..." Mel started without thinking. She was about to rant about the whole thing when Lacey stopped her.
Lacey set down her drink when she felt like the conversation was getting a little unfriendly all of the sudden. That was when Wells said goodbye. She responded with a soft smile. In reality, she wanted to tell him that he wasn't a bother, but it didn't matter. Before she realized it, Mel started blurting out some things that wasn't necessary. Her eyes went wide as she grabbed her friends arm. "It's fine!" Her voice had a bit of urgency in it, but the next thing she said was in her normal tone. "Just leave it alone please."
Wells turned around to look back at the girls. What was the blond talking about? Before he could even decide what to think, a huge crash came from his right. He turned just in time to see a huge wolf charge into the place. His jaw dropped as he took a step back. What in the world?
Everyone was going crazy. His attention was now focused on trying not to get trampled on. He kept his drink away from harm as much as possible. Of course some of the alcohol instead spilled out, but it managed not to land on him at all. Out of the corner of his eye he say a blur of white jump back out the window. Shortly after, Christoph handled the situation and things started to calm down. He gave a small smile toward the owner; not expecting him to see it.
His eyes glanced around the room. Wells couldn't see Gavin anywhere. It didn't take long for him to notice the girls he was supposed to chill with. Some were a bit more hysterical than others. Before he tended to them, he twirled around to look at Lacey and her friend. Surprisingly, they seemed completely fine. With a mental shrug and a smile, he went to round up the girls and keeps them company in the corner.
Lacey stared in awe as a huge white wolf crashed through the window and charged through the frightened crowd. Her eyes stayed fixated on the wolf as she pressed her back against the bar. It wasn't until he was on his way out that she noticed the case he was carrying. She gasped sharply as she took a step forward. Those eyes...and that case...was he Lucian perhaps? Her eyes scanned the people that were trying to calm down. Even when Christoph calmed everyone down, she still couldn't find the Russian. It wouldn't be weird to think that he was a werewolf. After all, that one guy was asking about vampires, there are ghosts and the place is alive. Oh no...the Music Box was probably hurting now. She looked at the broken window and then at the place around her. Shortly later, she turned to face the bar. She rested her hand on the counter as gently as possible. "It will be okay," she whispered softly as she started to stroke the edge of the bar top.
During the commotion, she didn't realize that Mel got pushed away from her. Who knows where she was now, but that girl could handle herself.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 4:23 pm
♥ ♠ Call me Byron, that's all ♦ ♣
"So, werewolves also exist, Now this is ooone biiiig mess. I better get back in before something happens, I don't want to get in trouble, at least not for now, I don't know what I can do yet. I might not be strong enough."
Byron was struck by the sight he didn't even react, he just got back in the bar and directly towards his seat as if he had seen nothing at all, just in time for the huge wolf-like creature to barge into the place shattering a window to pieces. He watched it pick up the guitar case before taking his seat and lighting up a cigarette as the patrons panicked around the place. This cold behavior had nothing to do with vampires, it was normal Byron manners, no panic, nothing.
Christoph looked kind of creepy when he silenced the people, they looked like they were frozen more than silent, he could swear that the only thing that moved around the room was the smoke of cigarettes, he wondered if the "Music Box" had anything to do with it, he did get a strange vibe from it after all. "He's right, they shouldn't go out there, this might be dangerous.I wonder if something happened to the girl with the fox." he thought to himself as he looked at his empty blood glass "And now I have to find a supply of blood to feed on, it would have helped much if there were any older vampires to turn to, but would I tell them, 'Hi, I'm Byron, I'm a vampire who knows nothing at all about vampires, let alone believe in them'? How's that for first impressions, maybe I should try Google first."
The place calmed down like nothing had happened and Byron noticed the redhead talking to the cute girl he had encountered earlier, there was something going on but he didn't care much, he was back to his plaster face, emotionless look, as he watched Christoph tend the bar once more.
"What do you make of that?" he asked him behind the usual smoke curtain.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2010 7:49 pm
(-) Feeling like her violin would fix this situation she turned and grabbed it, jumping through the window, ignoring the pain as broken glass. It was a bit crazy but she felt that the sound of the violin would make him remember the moment when they were playing together just a while ago, him playing his guitar while she let her violin cry out. Grabbing her violin case she had left on the table. Lithium had went after Lucian with her unfinished chicken strip still in her jaws. For the first time she called out. "Hey wait up! C'mon fluffball, you need to calm down and relax!" She called out before her ears flipped to focus on the sound behind her. "Looks like Peeta's coming. I never said anything ok, but please wait here." She said with her silky voice, it sounded pure and if possible the color white like the snowy world she came from.
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 4:36 pm
Lucian Kliment
Lucian stood to a position his chest arched out as he swung the guitar case and strap to where he could carry it against his back though still maneuver easily. Lucian having exited through the same window he had entered through charged down the nearest alley that wasn’t too far from the bar itself. Swinging the guitar to where he could carry it against his back yet maneuver easily. He now drifted alone padding along the concrete walkway keep hidden in the shadows he didn’t want to travel far from the bar he instead stopped in his tracks plopping down to a sit.
His optics shifted back behind him he saw the shadowed figure of the bar a slight tint of sadness coming to play in his expression. Wolf or human he wanted to go back but question if he should or even if he could. Lucian lowered his head his ears being forced back against the top of his head. Shaking his head he paced back and forward contemplating what to do. His chest arched outward he decided to risk it. Lucian was rather indecisive in this form but in the end made a decision. But this time seemed somewhat different he know it might be impossible to return without perhaps some drama or conflict being a 'werewolf' and all.
Lifting his head he tilted it towards the small figure of Lithium. His ears folded back against the top of his head hiding behind the soft amount of fur that decorated the top of his head as well. It seemed he could understand her being a canine and all and she could more then likely understand him. Just as if he were in human form though his voice seemed more intimidating.
"I doubt I can go back there .. "
The only remark he made towards the little wolf. A soft cloud of his hot breath passing through his jaws as he lowered. His paws stretching over one another as he laid in the alley resting his head against his limbs.
Amor Bas Lioncourt
Amor wasn’t sure how to act, he flailed his arms only to fall from the chair he once sat in from the sudden burst of commotion. Slowly but surely it seemed his newly made acquaintance otherwise known as the owner of the bar managed to calm the crow of traumatized people. Amor placed his palms against the flooring behind him sitting himself up as he shook his head to shift his hair away from his face. Bringing his right knee towards his chest his left still laid out before him. His viola was rolled over onto its side to his right as he simply scanned it seeing its condition seemed to be perfectly fine despite it being just as translucent as he was. More then likely his viola couldn’t be harms or damaged do to its current state as well as it being a part of him and well Amor was dead of course. Amor didn’t truly think that over he still feared the destruction of his viola so kept a careful eye on it at most times.
Placing his right palm against the back of his neck he rubbed against it a soft cloud of cold air running through his lips as he sighed. Rolling his shoulders as the thick amount of tenseness within the bar seemed to slowly disappear. Forcing a cough was abit of a habit of his before he decided to make any statements clearing his throat he simply laughed.
“Well that was rather interesting, quite a commotion that peculiar beast caused.”
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