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 Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 3:42 pm
Jean noticed the newcomer looking for relaxation-- look upon her with enticing eyes, casually making his way towards her. As he did, she noticed the aroma of blood about him and wondered why tonight of all nights-- was she surrounded by her own kind. Usually it’s Lycan’s who approach her, not vampires. But than again it was sort of comforting that they were. As the fellow spoke to her-- she watch both Kashkin enter, and the Lycan who wanted trouble leave. She was relived yet saddened, because she already began craving the feel of blood thickening the air and soaking her dry and very pale skin. But oh well, that could be arranged another night, so she calmed her pulsating blood and nodded towards the vampire to be seated. While her attention drifted in the direction of Kashkin. Jean found herself puzzled and wondering, what exactly he’s thinking about.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 7:05 pm
Johannes sat down at the table and followed Jeans look. A smile came across his face, Kashkin the Martyr. Johannes had no idea that Kashkin came around here and quite often. He had taken note of Kashkin leaving before but now he was back again. Then he turned his eyes towards Jean, her scent told all that he needed to know. "Where's my manors. I'm Johannes White. May I have the pleasure of knowing thy name fair lady? Unless you think I'm moving to fast but these days what's fast anyways?" At this point he took of his coat and gloves and as he placed it on the ground it folded itself instead of being a pile of leather as coats become when dropped.
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 7:23 pm
White Watch.
Kashkin new of him. True, he was a vampire, and Kashkin loathed vampires with his entirety. However, this was one tough vampire. Kashkin had heard of a few of his exploits, and from the sound of things, White Watch, or White Flame for that matter, was very, very powerful, skilled and agile. A small army wouldn't stand a chance.
So White Flame wasn't bad.... He never turned anoyone, and fought on his side now. He was a good and loyal hunter, too.
And on top of that, Jean......
Kashkin's heart sped up just for a moment, and then went back to normal. Why his heart picked up? That was for him to know. He adjusted the red circular fishing hat he had on his head, pulling it a bit lower so just half of his eyes could be seen. He put a hand on his face, rubbing it up and down slowly, as if clearing his eyes and mind of thoughts, the vodka in is other hand. He wasn't ready for the burning sensation to run down his throat, nor to move again. He had already ventured back and forth to the same bar twice, both times for different reasons. Who would have known?
Reguardless, he continued to sit there, not interrupting their conversations, going back to his thoughts.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 5:04 pm
A tall man with a grim face hiudden byt he shadows of his unaturally curved upward flame of deep red hair walked in. he wore a shirt and pants that might have made him look lik e a priest, but the deep green coat draped over his shoulders gave away his identity...so did the blood that rolled off his fingertips and the crimson footprints laced with dirt that he let as he walked. he sat down next to kashkin and silently ordered a bottle of tequila.
"Everyone here is one of four kind of people." He said in a low, emotionless tone.
"IM going to change that." He said looking at kashkin for th efirst time, his face covered in shadows cast by the dim light. "Wanna help?" HE said, his eyes piercing into Kashkins surprised countenance.
((not here for a fight, but for an interesting plotwist im involved in twisted ))
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The_Black_Armed_Death_God
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 5:07 pm
Zarathose walked over to the bar and sat dow."Bartender,Scotch on the rocks."It had been a long time since he had been in here
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 7:51 pm
Jean looked at her new companions smile-- he must have noticed where her eyes were gazing towards, and she smirked at him in response. “What…?” She said in a defensive tone looking directly at Johannes. Yet she quickly corrected herself, took a swig of her bottle, cleared her throat and changed the subject-- taking the heat off of her, of course and placing it on him. “Do you know him..?” She asked before she answered his question. Jean lightly stroked the rim of her bottle wondering why Kashkin was here, and why she began feeling a bit light headed and folly. Yet she shoved and pushed that feeling away and directed her attention on the two new arrivals.
The tall one sent off a edginess of caution, and the other-- well the other she sorta knew. He was, once upon a time-- Layna’s fiancé. But Jean recently found out Layna hooked up with a lycan and had a kid or something like that. This intrigued her, yet deep down Jean knew it wouldn’t have worked out between them. He was a Vamp and she was-- well... The point is, races that tried to mix never make it. But doing so knowing that anyways-- well they never fully attach in the closeness, mates or what-not do. Therefore they end up going elsewhere for that bond, or slowly drift away with time and unhappiness. It made her think, but she forced herself out of the gloominess and finally answer Johannes. “I’m currently Jean, yet my vessel is Jasie. It’s a long story ok, and I’m not particularly in the mood to explain." She turned in her stool, downed her bottle of absinthe, and gazed at Kashkin, yet her main attention was focused on the tall stranger.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 5:52 am
Such a bold approach. Kashkin's face lit up with the smile that only people who've seen him fight would know. His teeth seemed to shine, although he bore no fangs being an ordinary human. He eyes focused dead on the newcomers, the rest of the world becomming oblivious. Taking his bottle of vodka in one hand, gazing at the newcomer's hands and feet, his expression didn't waver.
"Don't know who you are, and I don't know what ya' did, but anyone talking about knocking the number of... kinds, of people down, is definetally worth having a conversation with. People should be careful about what they say in a bar though, with lots of people crowded into a space.... Well, after all, there are four kinds of people in here. But someone as bold as you, or possibly crafty, is most certainly worth the risk of chatting with."
Kashkin leaned foward, listening intently to the newcomer. For what it was worth, he reeked of vampire. Blood on his fingertips and shoes? The green coat wrapped around him? The thoughts in Kashkin's head began to mull about. He quick cast a glance at Jean and licked his lips, winking as he did so, almost as if he was saying "I'm hungry......". It meant two things. One, Kashkin had an amazing craving for sex, gunsmoke, peanutbutter and jelly sandwiches, a squirrel, and alchohol, and two, bloodlust and fighting. Again, a look only few knew, but you never know who could pick up on it. He then returned his glance back to his new friend.
"I'm intrigued, as I was saying before. Tell me, which race are we talking about here? And... if you'd like to take this conversation to another place, we can most certainly chat there.... A bar's a bit... public, you know?"
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 7:28 am
Jean watched closely as the two talked, and since she was used to stalking her prey from afar. She perfected at lip reading, yet she kept that information to herself. But once more her blood began to simmer with excitement-- just the thought of spilling blood sent her into a frenzy. Yet she hid that realization from all around her, including those who looked. To all, she remained composed, calm and placid-- but under the surface, she was in a wanton of wanting nothing but blood pouring all down her body, dripping and soaking up in every pore. She began nicking her own thumb with the tip of one of her razor sharp DarkOPS knives-- she just needed to take the edge off a bit and clear her head as well. "Who was to know, right." She ever, so softly told herself.
She didn’t really care who’s blood she spilled-- and from what Kashkin’s been saying, he didn’t either, so most likely he would rather enjoy the diversion in killing all the vampires here. Including her, herself. So why should she care about him.
Jean very, casually crossed her legs and brushed her trench coat aside. In doing so, she reviled both her Kimber Desert Warrior .45 ACP handguns with dark Earth KimPro finish, in a traditional matte black. Along with one of her knives that was attached to the side of her leg. She smirked to Kashkin’s wink and did a sarcastic purge of her lips in a casual kiss that had a smacking sound ring off the bar’s surroundings, in a unique ring of echo’s. Once she got his attention fixated on her, she did a light curtsy in her stool and winked intimately at him. She then licked her lips sexually, and parted them in a saying of-- come and get me big boy, I'm ready to be extra, naughty for you. Her silver grey eyes sparkled with delight and illuminated with a rush of excitment-- yet all she was thinking about was the first time she met him-- and even that couldn't cloud her desire for blood, but deep down she knew it would be a problem if he didn't show intent to kill.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:53 am
Kashkin's gaze shifted back towards Jean.
"Heh... Heheh.. Hehahahahhaa....."
Kashkin laughed, loving the dangerous yet devastatingly sexy and tempting beauty that Jean had. Her hair, the smell of blood starting to make his nerves stand on edge, readying for a fight to break out at the very moment. He remained seated and grinned, his eyes aflame with a sadistic urge to rip every vampire in this room to shreds and stick their heads on poles, painting the room red with their blood. Oh, of course he wouldn't be impolite to his guest. However, even enemies could have a temptingly fun time before either fighting, or.......
Kashkin motioned for Jean to come over and sit on his lap, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes full of fire.
The fire in his eyes wasn't passion, but neither was it hate. Who knew? Bloodlust? The urge to slaughter every vampire he could?
He didn't, however, want to kill Jean. Why? What?
Kashkin questioned himself, but didn't know why. He just couldn't bring himself to kill this girl. Sure, he's ripped vampire girls hearts out before with his own hand (literally), but why was she different?
Shrugging, Kashkin sat there, waiting. His mind was a mystery to him.
Maybe tonight would be more entertaining after all.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 11:49 am
Johannes eyes turned back to Jean. After all Johannes was form the old days and a few traits never left the man. "Yes, I do know Kashkin. I've seen his work" Then he looked over the girl. She was something and Johannes thought that he had made a good choice of where to relax. "A pretty name and don't worry, I won't ask. Humans live long enough to have history they don't want to talk about and we...well we live longer then them." Johannes ordered a drink and as Kashkin laughed he looked and slightly shook his head. You drunk smart a**. Johannes then turned his gaze towards Jean. He never though a martyrs could have history with a vampire, that wasn't about revenge or hunting.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 1:23 pm
(((Please don't shoot me, because I am OOCing for the first time ever, but for clarification due to me not having time, YES, Kashkin IS drunk. Apparently it was picked up on already, so I'll be back much later! razz Cheers!)))
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 3:12 pm
Jean was glad Johannes didn’t and wouldn’t pry into her business, and she wasn’t stunned or shocked to find out that he knew Kashkin. Or of his work for that matter. But damn that man for coming into her life once again at this point and time. Damn him. Jean looked at Johannes and casually put on a false smile and said her thanks to him, in remarks to her having a lovely-- well pretty name. Yet she didn’t know which one he was referring to, but either one was fine with her. “I guess we all have are little secrets that must remain in the shadows of are past. No matter what history or time frame we lived in or even grew up in. We all have reasons not to bring up or talk of them.” She casually stated, yet you could see her eyes fade away and get fogy with unknown memories it seemed like. Jean swiftly pushed them aside, and changed the subject. “So-- how’d you met him..? Kashkin that is?”
Jean’s attention was quickly turned to him right then and her eyes squinted in response to his laugh. Even though it was deep and just purred-- it’s way all the way down her spine, in which it caused her so shiver in awe a tad bit. Jean just couldn’t urge herself to pick up her handgun and fire at that son-of-a-b***h. What she wouldn’t do to do it too, but Jean knew why she wouldn’t. A part of her never could really, well that was after Jasie saved his idiotic life that is. Jean still can’t believe Jasie actually did it either-- and all she really wanted to do back then, was rip is worthless guts out. But that was the difference between her and Jasie. Jasie was more compassionate, while she was the brute killer of the two. Don’t get me wrong though. Jasie is one hell of a tough b***h, but she was not sadistic and heartless killer like she is. Yet now everything has changed, along with Jasie and her. Jean was caught up in the moment, Kashkin motioning her to go sit on his lap and her thoughts were ever which way-- that she wasn’t paying attention to the bottle in her hand and it gradually slipped out of her grasp-- and exploded into a thousand little pieces on the bar floor boards.
The crash shattered Jean from her thoughts, in which she looked directly into Kashkin’s eyes. Zoning in on him and piercing them with her own gaze. She just glanced at him never missing a beat of his heart and never breaking the contact for even a blink. She simply looked at him for what seemed like forever. Well-- until she finally came to, from whatever spell she or they were under. She simply slipped off the bar stool walking off over to the jukebox, wanting nothing more than to fade away in the shadows and from everyone’s prying eyes that now were fixated on her.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 4:35 pm
Johannes did as he always had done. Spoken the truth, it was something from his own history that forced him to the truth. "He works for my master, so I've seen him around at base. Now don't worry, because I'm not out as a hunter I'm out as Johannes White only." He looked at Jeans eyes closely. It was often hard telling other vampires he was a hunter. Yet after 150 years one should have been able to pick up a good way of putting it. As he notice Jean leave he thought about it for a second and then came to the conclusion that it was Kashkin fault so he followed her. "Don't let the story you have bother you especially when he's drunk and a d**k!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 10:25 pm
Armand smiled and put his hand up to his mouth, nibbling on the clotted blood on the top of his thumb and smiled.
"BLood... in one way or another it drives everyone in this place."
he reached out with his mind to jean so that his words pierced her ears as well, a trick he picked up awhile back. being from baroque era spain, he had gathered some rather impressive little tricks of the trade form a more romantic time in vampire history.
"Yet it seems that the new age of bloodrunners has forgotten what carnage is. by bloodrunners, i mean the damned souls stuck in thi seternal fray. i do not wish to end th ereign of terror ANY race has on the rest... or to end their history... i just wish to put a memorable BUMP in the timeline, you see." He chuckled a little.
"we are at war, hunter... you and me and the lycans. everyone after everyone elses throats...its time to satisfy the bloodrunners cravings..." His speach trailed off into the glass before him.
"BUt of course i have a vendetta... and a reasonable place to start." He added.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:45 am
Kashkin's head seemed to twitch for a moment as the glass fell. He shook his head, breaking his line of sight. He saw Jean get up, after gazing into her eyes and soul. He was ready.
"I'm in." Kashkin looked at White Flame, or Johannes, and gave him a look. The look wasn't anger, but more of a serious face, almost as if trying to say "Be safe, be careful, be wary". Although Johannes was a... damned soul, he was still a hunter, which meant he killed vampires and didn't turn anyone. Kashkin was unnerved by all vampires who were hunters. He was happy they saw the light, but now and then wished that they LITERALLY saw the light. You know, that giant thing in the sky called the sun? That burned evil undead things? Reguardless, Kashkin wasn't out to do anything else tonight besides work with this man he sat next to. Jean being in the same bar was... a chance visit. Kashkin now knew where Johannes went to relax, and was thinking to himself that he could buy him a drink next time they were both on break and free.
Oh well. Johannes was a good warrior and needed to stick around for a while longer.
"I'm telling you now though. I'm going to shred anyone who comes after my throat into pieces....... Those who I choose not to fight, well, they better stay out of my way, or the peace I have had with them will end in more fire than anyone could imagine." He looked at Johannes, then Jean, and then his... new ally (Armand). He leaned in closer, his face serious, no trace of any emotion on it. He then whispered, "My name is Kashkin, and I'm a hunter....."
Kashkin looked around.
"Where did I put my hat?" Kashkin's hat was on his head, but for the life of him he couldn't find it. Who knew that alchohol was a very bad thing for Kashkin.
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