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 Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 8:53 am
((It’s perfectly ok, I was simply being an a** so don’t worry okay. ^_^ But yeah, that seriously much sucks-- damn I’m sorry!))
Jean smiled, “No problem.” She looked back at D, and wondered if he was just as bored as he must look. Jean no longer could hold back the laughter that was about to burst past her lips, and before she could see the face he mistakably would make-- she hugged him and continued laughing.
Jean heard the woman curse a modest cute hell, and Jean quickly looked back at her. Jean smiled and laughed a bit to Rayne’s random comment, and grasped her fragile hand. “Beautiful name, I’m--” Yet Jean froze in giving her name. She wondered if she should tell her the situation, or simply give her Jasie’s name. Yet she was just as important as her--Ah, what a predicament.
Jean looked over at the new comer and observed him for a bit before turning back to Rayne. “I’m sorry about that-- I’m more on the lines of socially challenged in some area’s. I’m Jean-- yet Jasie Sloan is my vessel.” Jean waved her hands in a dismissive way, and continued with a light chuckle, “Long story.”
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 10:08 am
He hugged her back."Sorry but I'm going to go.You know my problem with staying in one place."He gave her a quick kiss."I'll be in the park,you can stay her and chat if you would like but that where I'm going to be."He said before walking out the bar and glarring at the new person who entered.
(Exits:Central Park)
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 10:48 am
Rayne smiled and nodded in understanding then took another drink of her Bloody Mary and said, "No problem. Seeing as we've made peace with each other, I'll tell you my story. I'm drowning myself in Bloody Mary's because I haven't been able to catch any Lycans tonight. I've got a grudge against the filthy beasts because when I was sixteen they kidnapped me. Two months of torture, slavery, and rape until the Vampires saved me and turned me into one of them." she told her story matter of factly, as if she'd told it hundreds of times.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 12:25 pm
Jean watched D leave, feeling apart of her go with him-- yet that was silly and impractical. So she merely turned back to Rayne, wondering if Jasie was the one who made her feel that, or miraculously-- it was she who did. He changed her somehow, she no longer was the violent killer of Jasie’s darker self. She was now similar so Jasie, and that freaked Jean out the most. That she was no longer her old self.
Jean’s attention was brought back to the now, as Rayne spoke-- telling her story. Jean felt sympathy for Rayne, yet had to disagree with her in the total hate-- of all lycan's, because of a few of it's inhabitance inflicted tortuous pain upon her. But she merely said nothing of her own thoughts, and felt compelled to tell hers as well. Both Jasie and Jean hated reliving the past-- Jasie more since she had a greater attachment to it than Jean did. Yet Jean was much apart of Jasie’s emotions and feels, but less in feeling them, or so she thought. But she continued ahead anyways.
“It was dark that night-- the owls were out and about, yet so was he. I fell in love with a vampire…” she paused only to scoff in the irony, “And I didn’t even know it till it was to late. You see he couldn’t bite me that night-- so in return he found a delightful meal out of my family. I tried to stop him, but couldn’t. He killed my father and mother quickly, yet when it came to my little sister-- he engorged himself in rapping her first, before feeding.” Jean paused momentarily to block out the screams and knew she’d be struggling for sleep later on. “In the end I was inferior to him, and he still bit me-- turning me into this. He’s still out there though, lurking and hiding in the shadows. Waiting for me to forgive him, so he can reclaim me as his bride.” Jean clenched her fist, as shadows clouded her eyes of grief and pain. Among other things as well. Jean quickly snapped out of her stupor and continued, “Anyways-- as Jasie was slowly turning, anger and rage engulfed her mind body and soul. Bringing life to a new being, a darker Jasie. Me. Yet that fine fellow who left, somehow tamed my intoxicating rage. It’s till there make no mistake about that, but I can control it now. So you can officially say I’m a nut job on wheels.” she ended with a light laugh and got Jack on the rocks.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 2:31 pm
Rayne's eyes popped as Jean told her story, then they flashed with anger as Jean got to the part of her poor little sister. She finished her Bloody Mary and slammed the glass down, hearing a small crack.
"Do we live in such a rotten world of demons, lycans, and vampires that it seems like no one can truly and fully trust either race?! If I wasn't bound to the damn coven I'd be hunting these lycans on my own. New York was much better when I was human...the damned weren't so popular back then were they? Ugh!" Rayne grunted and suddenly went still, trying to remain calm. She breathed deeply and put her head into her hands, sighing.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 2:15 am
Feeling eyes upon him, Ryan looked back at Jean. He observed her friend a bit more though, he could smell death on her.
Shrugging his shoulders he finished his scotch and popped open one of his beers, taking a sip and setting it down. He popped his knuckles and just zoned out of the world, not paying attention to anything. Feeling in a false sense of slight security, he exposed his Lycan ears just if he needed to hear someone approaching, he over-heard Rayne's comment on hunting down Lycan's and mumbled, "Back to you..."
((I'm basicly asking for a fight here. xD))
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 9:20 am
{{I accept your challenge!}}
Rayne lifted her face out of her hands with a smile on her face, then sniffed the air. She followed the scent to where a man sat in a booth, a beer in his hand. She slipped her coat back on and looked over at Jean, she didn't want to leave Jean. In her mind, Jean was someone she could consider a friend and she didn't want to get into it with a mangy dog over sitting there talking. Unfortunately, Rayne felt the urge to fight inside her.
"Jean, I have something I must take care of. It's been great talking to you and I hope we will see each other again." Rayne hopped down off the stool and walked over to the Lycan, getting close enough to practically suffocate from the stench.
"Get outside, now. I'll meet you in Central Park. Rayne sneered at the dog and walked out into the night with a final wave to Jean, the only thing on her mind being trying to kill the lycan or at least wound him greatly.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 9:39 am
Jean saw the reaction on Rayne’s face and wondered why she wasn’t effected as she was right now. Yet her attention was immediately switched to the new guy, and for some odd known reason she felt a fight coming on. Up till now she was merely soaking in the basking of freedom, yet now her hand twitched, begging to grip any number of weapons she possessed on her. Begging to pull, the, trigger. Jean eyed the man, analyzing him, trying to figure him out or merely imagine how much blood she could spill, from one flick of her wrist. But Jean looked back at Rayne, easily calming her ever eager blood rage, and answered her.
“Yes and no-- I actually do trust one Lycan. She’s actually a close friend of mine and another-- well that’s different story, me and him had a thing. Not a physical thing, but-- it was there. But it would never have worked out, so we never pursued it.” Jean drifted in conversation, “Sorry.” She said with a light chuckle and then continued. “Where your bound, I am not. I’m not bound to the coven, I’m a rogue-- yet I’m also not a tratior. Just thought I’d point that out. But yeah-- things where much better when we were humans. Life was simple. Yet if I was human, I’d be long dead by now though. “ she ended on a laugh, yet looked over at the stranger and noticed his ears-- and that’s when she knew s**t was about to serious, hit the fan.
((I hope you can hang))
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 10:34 am
{Enter from Central Park.... Again.}
Kashkin walked into the bar again, his eyes scanning the floors. It had come to his attention that he had misplaced his red fishing hat, and he knew it must have dropped somewhere inside the bar. Where and when, though? It wasn't like him to misplace anything accidentally. Maybe purposefully, but never accidentally.
As he looked around, he could sense the tension in the room, the blood starting to boil in everyone else. See fingers twitching and eyes squinting, holding their own individual fires.
But Kashkin was only concerned with one thing. Where was that damned hat?!?
"It has to be somewhere around here...." Kashkin mumbled to himself. He began looking under tables, searching everywhere for the lost hat. He really liked that hat, and didn't plan on losing it.
Then again, he was completely oblivious to his surroundings, which included people.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 10:38 am
Johannes white entered the night club and looked around. Thin eyes as he looked around. He loosened on his coat as he sat down in a dark alone corner of the place. He probably wasn't going to feel the love still but after a long trip in a casket, this could be a good place to relax.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 10:46 am
Kashkin jumped up, a smile on his face, putting the red hat on his head. It felt like it was in its place once again. From there, he walked briskly out of the door, not wanting to succumb to the urge to drink. His lips twitched as he licked them, a smile of white teeth revealed, contradicting his abyss black hair. He adjusted the arsenal he had on him and began to make his way from table to table. Finally, he completed his task and got outside the bar. A nice night out tonight. A good breeze to match it as well, his clothes gently moving in it as the wing moved around him, almost through him.
He grinned, walking away, not realizing he had left his drink on a table.........
(((I gotta go afk for a few hours. Be back when I can! Sorry for the short post strings!)))
{Exit to park}
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 2:58 pm
Jean’s attention was altered towards a familiar face who entered the bar-- Kashkin. Yet before she could do anything to grab his attention, he swiftly left as he had entered. Without a trace of knowledge or care from those around him-- except for her. But another had entered as well, yet his face was etched with wanted relaxation only. So she immediately knew he was nothing to worry about. But the other fellow, the Lycan. She knew he came for much more, blood. And he wouldn’t be getting any of hers that’s for sure.
Jean moved her trench coat to the side a bit for easier assess of her weapons, and awaited for him to make the first. “It’s going to get heated up in here Rayne.” She casually stated, while never taking her ever piercing gaze off the stranger.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 4:15 pm
((Just assuming 'stranger' is my character))
Johannes couldn't help but notice Jean's eyes upon him. He answered by looking straight into the eyes of Jean, with his red eyes with white stripes. Then he got up and walked over. A smile upon his lips, every one that wouldn't get the eyes would know he was a vampire now. "I couldn't help but I noticed you watched me quite closely miss. So perhaps I could sit down with you. I haven't spoken to anyone in a long time without ending up in a fight with them.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 7:11 pm
{Enter from park.... AGAIN!!!!}
Kashkin moved in slowly, entering the bar, shaking his head back and forth. There, on the table in the far, far corner next to a single, lone chair, was his bottle of vodka. He was upset that he had AGAIN forgotton something of his back in the bar. He slid past everyone, sitting down in the chair once he reached it. He sat there, his arms crossed, an annoyed look on his face. What was going on tonight?!?
"Damnit! What is wrong with you? Kick the snakes out of your head, Kashkin!"
Kashkin sat there, his eyes closed and his face back, his mouth just slightly open, as if kissing the air. He rested for a moment like that, trying to figure out why spider web was stronger than steel.
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2008 5:15 am
Listening to Rayne's challenge, Ryan sneared. He finished his beer and picked up the other, tossing it to one of the newcomers and exiting the bar. He got on his bike, started the engine and rode off to Central Park. He seeked some excitement and smiled as he went to battle.
((Exit.))
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