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 Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 7:13 am
Rayne strode into the bar with no expression on her face and sat down on a stool. She called the barkeep over and said, "I want a Bloody Mary, now." Rayne's eyes flashed and she flipped the anagram pendant she wore. Tonight hadn't gone as planned, she'd figured the...dogs would be roaming by now. So far she hadn't found a damn one. She needed blood too, so when she got her Bloody Mary she went into the pocket of her coat and got out a small vial of blood. She'd taken it from a frail old man in an alley about four blocks away. She didn't feed, just made a small cut and let the blood run into the vial. Feeding wasn't always her thing, she prefered to just have donors to give her some in a bag or a bottle or something.
Now she poured the vial into her drink and took a big, long sip. Then she took out the piece of celery and flung it behind her, hearing it hit someone on the head. 'Whoops...oh well.' she thought as she took another sip.
"Anything exciting happen tonight?" Rayne asked the barkeep, looking around for something to do or someone to talk to. The bartender said nothing, ignoring her question. She glared back at him for a moment before looking around. She then leaned back on the bar with her head back, bored as hell.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:04 am
Jean jumped in reacting to D's voice and vaguely, showed a real momentarily sign of fear-- yet it quickly vanished as if it was never really there. Like a unicorn-- it's rarely ever seen, yet to your undying mind you simply believe it's real and it exists.
'Holy s**t-- She thought wanting desperately to hit him, yet it was mainly her fault for fixating on the stranger-- who in fact was Kashkin. Jean quickly collected herself as she exhaled softly and answered his question, "Sure I'm ok-- why wouldn't I be?" She tried to make it come off in a casual manner, yet it was the total opposite. Jean turned instantly away from him and winced in that knowledge-- and that's when she spotted the two new arrivals.
The girl immediately came off as a vamp, especially with the whole blood in a vile thing-- yet the man. Well he was a whole different ball game, and one who wasn't a threat or risk at this current moment-- so she relaxed a bit and turned back at D rolling her tense shoulders.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 12:50 pm
 Razor watched the woman (Rayne) enter the bar, staring past his sunglasses at her for a moment. His attention turned back to the counter, taking another drink from his whiskey. " Good to see a woman who knows what she wants!" he exclaimed, laying his drink on the counter and keeping a steady grip on it. He reached up with his free hand, pushing his sunglasses up to his eyes and adjusting them. He would then unstrap the large shovel from his back and lay it down to his side, as to avoid any odd looks. " Exciting... Exciting... I almost ran someone over, if that counts." he said, laughing quietly.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 1:23 pm
Rayne perked up at the sound of a man, then chuckled and straightened herself up. She smiled, barely hiding her fangs and then said, "Yes, I know what I want, but what confuses me is what you want. Depends on who it was you almost ran over as well. I'm picky." Rayne grabbed her drink and took another sip, throwing the man a glance over her glass.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 3:22 pm
"I was just making sure."He said giving her a hug to calm her down."Its ok."He whispered to her as he hugged her.He saw her rolling her shoulders."Heh,want a shoulder massage?"He asked in a joking manor.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 6:24 pm
Rayne made a gagging noise and looked over at the two lovebirds near her. She then smiled and said, "I believe that part of the story means you go to his apartment. Either that or just some secluded place, you decide." Rayne laughed and turned back to her drink, only to find an empty glass and a check.
"Meh. I'm still thirsty, but I don't have enough cash for another drink. Damn!" Rayne pondered whether or not to whore herself off just for another drink or to seduce a pathetic human into buying her one. She liked the second one better, for it also provided food. But her mind was slow and she thought slower so she still pondered.
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2008 11:18 pm
What Jean hated more than anything was cocky little b*tches, and this one definitely was one of them-- well so to say. Technically she didn’t really know her and she could just happen, to be making some sort of humorless joke. Yet the woman sure in hell came off as one, but that was irrelevant.
Jean smirked, casually downing the half empty bottle of Absinthe and placed it on the counter with a loud thud. She faced the woman and lightly chuckled cynically-- exposing her white fangs in the process. “Nice touch, with the whole-- this part of the story isn’t appropriate for kids under thirteen, so to say. I guess this means, you have to run home to mommy and tattle on little old me. Or have you finally descended out of your puberty age, where you don't feel obligated to tell others-- what part of the story this is. Because I sure in hell don‘t see the point in that, or why you’d give a rat‘s a** who does what, and where.” Jean casually said, signaling to the bartender for another bottle.
Jean started getting defensive, feeling Jasie wanted to add her two cents in too. But she brushed off the feeling and rotated her neck back and forth, popping and working out the kinks in it-- before she looked over at D and smiled, “No thanks-- I’m more worried on what dirty little hitman job-- you’ll be risking your life for, in the name of the convent. Not to mention with the Vatican out on the loose as well, we’re all pretty much screwed for the time being. Who knows how many lycan’s and Vampire's have died in their, pursuit of purifying New York for his holiness. Or on any ones side for that matter-- it‘s a f*cking war zone out their…” Jean ending on a depressing note, for she had friends in both the Lycan and Vampire nation. She quickly grasped her bottle and chugged down a hearty gulp, trying to wash away the memories of lost friends.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 7:13 am
{{Damn my L.A teacher....making me spell out numbers! It's a habit now!}}
Rayne put her hands up in mock defeat and said, "Calm down, don't PMS youself to death. I was just having a little fun! I've had a depressing night and I'm bored, I meant no harm to you or your little friend. As you can see, I look pretty young. If you were paying attention however, you'll notice I'm a Vampire. I'm fifty-four so technically I'm an old bag, but not as old some of the others around here. Plus, I'm very immature, deal with it or you can keep creating comebacks. Once more, your choice. I need another drink...ugh!" Rayne smiled and grabbed another vial of blood from her coat, opening it and downing it quickly.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 8:08 am
"Go have your fun then."He said grabbing his bottle and drinking what little was left.He took a seat on the bar stool and sat there watching the two of them.He knew it wasn't a smart idea to intefere so he would wait till it was appropiate to."If you decide to fight here please try to avoid completly trashing the place,my elders hate it when people do.The last time it happened it wasn't a pretty sight to see."
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 9:15 am
Rayne fished around in all of her pockets, looking for some more cash. She eventually found a five in one of the pockets and held it up to the light with a smile on her face. She waved the bartender over and ordered another Bloody Mary, smiling this time. Alcohol solves problems and creates them, a trcky relationship to balance.
"Yay!" Rayne cried as her drink arrived, she dumped her last vial into the glass and quickly took a drink. She had problems...
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 10:07 am
((It's cool, don't worry about it-- and I know about old habits dying hard and all that. ^_^))
Jean sighed heavily and quickly faced the girl, "I'm sorry it's just-- We only came for a stiff and heavy drink to coop with are issues so to speak, and I've been held hostage for the last couple of days so-- well you can get my meaning. We're cranky, depressed, pissed, anger and those are not a good mix. I didn't mean to take any aggression out on you though. Yet just so you know-- just because your a vampire and I am as well, doesn't mean I can't fight you. Believe me, I've been in worst fights with my own kind than another other race." Jean casually smiled grabbing a fifty from her trench coat, and slid it in her direction. "Keep the change." Jean winked at her, and then she slowly turned back to D.
"Don't worry okay-- I'm not really in the mood for fighting. Not to mention the real interesting one was in here last time... hmm." Jean grabbed her bottle once again lightly fingering the ridges, that were engraved upon the bottle. She wondered how everything got this way, why she had two entities within her and why wasn't she dead yet. She chuckled and than swung back another swig, and casually leaned on the counter.
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Posted: Sun May 25, 2008 11:00 am
{{Lolz, thanks. Oh by the way, cope is spelled well...the way that I wrote it. I'm a spelling Nazi...sorry!}}
Rayne turned red with embarrassment and said, "Dammit now I feel bad. Even so, I wouldn't fight you anyway. I don't fight with any vampires unless they're traitors or they attack me first. Why are you giving me a fifty?! Gah, now I'm confused. Not hard to logially confuse me though. In combat is another story...Im rambling aren't I? I told myself to work on that." Rayne laughed a bit, then shrugged and slid the fifty into her jacket. Pretty damn nice of someone to pay her after she pissed them of and possibly made their day worse.
Rayne took another swig of her drink and slipped of her jacket, she only wore the damn thing when she was going after the dogs so she felt no need to wear it in a safe place. Taking off her jacket revealed a black corset with a black slip over it, and worn out jeans. Not very matching but oh well. Almost automaticaly she felt a few pairs of eyes drawn to her figure. She sighed in annoyance and walked in to the bathroom, where she quickly changed into a band t-shirt. It was ripped and torn from the day she'd been nabbed by the dogs. She walked back out an sat down on her stool again, drinking the rest of her Bloody Mary.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 1:17 am
((I know, I simply rushed through the whole thing and posted it up before proof reading it-- my fault. Yet it's totally ok on the whole Nazi spelling thing, but sadly... you have a couple of error's in your grammar and spelling as well too-- lol.))
Jean looked over at the girl, casually gazing at her eyes and complexion. She watched the girl walk into the restroom and come back with a torn and raggedy t-shirt on. Yet instead of commenting on the shirt, Jean choose a different approach. "Don't feel bad, and the fifty is for another round of drinks on me. You seem like you need some sorrow downing yourself there, so just consider it a favor in your well being." Jean leaned back on the stool and downed the rest on the bottle. "Jake here," Jean motioned towards the bartender, " will supply you with a mixed drink if you like, you don't have to keep bringing in your own vile." Jean added with a smile.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 1:34 am
The roar of an engine could be heard outside of the bar, and dying as soon as it came. Taking his helmet off and walking into the bar, he sat at a tabe in the back, kicking his feet onto the table and laying back. Over hearing a discussion, Ryan ignored it.
It had ben sometime since he had been to Demonic Ties, though it seemed like yesterday he got in a fight here. He got up, walking to the bar and asking the bartender, "Uhm, get me a scotch and... Two beers please." The bartender poured him a glass of scotch and handed him two beers. He walked back to his table and sat, taking a drink of his scotch and going back to his previous position.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:00 am
{{Partially not my fault, my keyboard lacks the ability to allow me to type fast without missing half the damn sentence in the process. I have to slam one key several times to get it to appear! It sucks!}}
Rayne smiled in a 'what can you do' sort of way in referral to the stares, her amber eyes flashed in gratitude and she said, "Thanks, I do need a little time to regain my normal ADHD-type personality. Thanks, I haven't been here in a while and I seem to forget this is a bar for us Damned. I'm sick of carrying a bunch of vials for when need a mixed drink. Jakey, coud you fix me up a mixed Bloody Mary for me?" Rayne smiled a Jake, then at the other vampire.
"Oh hell! Through our little chat I haven't even bothered to introduce myself. Name's Rayne, Rayne Everest." Rayne glanced at Jake in thanks for a moment and grabbed her drink, taking a sip. 'They have good donors around here! Yummy.' She licked her lips and smiled.
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