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 Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 11:37 am
"I am armand Desaecula, former duke of spain...but none of that matters anymore." HE said, grabbing the bottle of tequila he purchased and filling his own glass again.
"WHat mattes is i have the money to fund whatever i need in life becuase unlike most of my kind...." HE leaned closer. "My descendants know who i am, and i have never missed a funeral in the family." He took pride in this fact.
"every bloodrunner in new york is no different then any other one. we all have a mission, none are the same and THAT is why we are at war with eachother. any alligiances are temporary....but there is certain idea that i like alot that i have heard of." He smiled and took kashkins hat off his head, waving it infront of him and stickign it back on his head.
"LEts go...the rest truly is not for any ears that would oppose my plan." He grabbed the bottle and set a tip on the table before getting up. he had wiped his hands free fo blood and stuck them through the sleeves of his coat, popping the collar up and walking slowly for the door, shooting a suave glance at Jean. "WOuld you follow, child?" He wondered, whispering the words in her mind.
((exit slowly to the city))
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 6:21 pm
Jean was stunned and swiftly faced Johannes when the words slipped from his lips. “Kashkin works for your master…?” Jean was stunned and shocked from that knowledge-- Kashkin taking orders, she almost laughed at that realization. And she sure in hell didn‘t show it. “Don’t worry, if you were here to kill me-- you’d find yourself facing a worthy adversary. And you being a hunter doesn’t scare or hinder me into worrying about you. I simply don’t trust others at all, no offense.
Jean was puzzled by Johannes reply, and it took her a few seconds to figure out what her meant. Jean lightly chuckled, “It’s not him that brings hidden shadows in my eyes. I could careless about him and his problems.” Jean stated truthfully leaning into the Jukebox, and randomly brushing her fingers against the number pad for a selection. She was about to pick a hard rock ballet, when a piercing voice echoed in her head. Jean knew this technique and laughed at the stupidity of someone using this on or against her. Especially since her counter and other half, wouldn’t let them break through her mental blockade. But just to be a good sport, she’ll play along, and she definitely knew who was trying to manipulate her.
Jean shook her head and looked over at Johannes, and then looked over at Kashkin strangely. Placing a hand to her head, playing up the part that it was working. She then heard the command to follow, and so she got up and casually followed them with a sharp eye out for the Kashkin’s new friend and for her own self.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2008 7:47 pm
Armand found Kashkin's hat! And... put it back on his head? It was his hat! Magic. And he certainly needed the cold air to sober him up. He wasn't totally drunk. Just a bit tipsy.
Kashkin stumbled foward, walking after Armand. He wanted to follow the former duke of spain. He was rich, eh? Things could get very, very interesting.
Kashkin stood up and followed after Armand. He eyed his surroundings carefully as he made his way to the bar. Jean was at the jukebox... and White Flame was over in the spot he was before. He didn't know if either would follow, but the plan was for his ears alone. Kashkin scratched his back, making sure his prized and most deadliest guns were there. He also had a few... explosives on his person. But there were a few other hunters in the room. He let it slide.. for now.
He made it to the door, giving everyone a look, his eyes connecting with White Flame and Jean. The eyes and the small, barely visible smirk meant it was play time, or something intrigued Kashkin. Who knew?
Maybe the owls knew. They were up during the night. Yea. Owls.....
{Exit to City}
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 4:37 am
"I see, well then let's not part yet. I feel as if this meeting can bring up more then just useless violence. Something I value more as speaking with others who lived in the old days as I." Johannes did miss few things with the old days. When one could just sit on the fields all day or night and only need so much money to feed them self. When taxes and all other things you had to pay for these days. Johannes then put on his coat and a thin smile came up upon his lips. To tell the truth, what Johannes always did, he enjoyed playing with martyrs even if they sometimes went extreme that where often so unique people one just had to like them. Even if he knew that most martyrs would happily stop Johannes time on earth if it just wasn't for Johannes master.
(Exit to city)
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2008 4:00 pm
Johannes entered the bar for the second time. He ordered a bottle of wine and blood. Two types of taste that went along very well. When he received his drinks he sat down in the corner of the bar where he once sat down and relaxed. Gently did he take of his gloves and coat. It was a valuable thing to Johannes and with care it was treated. Since it held almost every weapon Johannes used.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 12:57 pm
When Johannes was done he picked up the coat. Slowly he put it on him and he left the bar. This was the calm and quiet he most likely wanted. He missed but one thing and it was the contact with his master. He then walked out of the bar.
(Exit to the city)
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:21 pm
James walked into the bar with Laureen's hand in his and sat them both down at the bar. He asked the bartender for a screwdriver and then looked over at Laureen, "Pick your poison."
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:27 pm
Laureen walked into the bar , feeling rather strange. One moment , James was set out to kill her , the next they are on a date. Not that it bothered her , she rather liked living. Hell she was starting to like James as well.
She sat next to James at the bar. The bartender came up
" Screw Driver" Then James looked at her " Pick you posion"
"Dark Indulgence, dry and don't hold back" She said.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:33 pm
The bartender brought them the drinks and James began to sip his, insteaad of just gulping it down like he usually did. He looked over at Laureen and asked, "I'm sorry.....if I hurt you back there. I was just really.....really angry and confused."
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:37 pm
Laureen took a sip of her drink.
"I'm sorry.....if I hurt you back there. I was just really.....really angry and confused." He said
She lightly touched her cheek were he had hit her.
Laureen looked at him. " It's alright... i should of stayed with you that night and explained what was going on"
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:42 pm
James touched Laureen's cheek and looked away, but then quickly withdrew, and turned bright red. He chugged down the rest of his screwdriver and slammed it down on the table. He then called the bartender over and ordered a mexican submarine.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:48 pm
Laureen quickly downed her Dark Indulgence. She then ordered a stright Absintine.
She circled her finger arround the rim of her glass and leaned in a little closer to James.
" It's a whole new world out there now." She said, taking a sip.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:54 pm
James gulped down the shot and wrapped his arm around Laureen's shoulder, feeling slightly buzzed. He ordered a glass of whiskey for him and Laureen, and he said to Laureen, "So are there...like.....vampires and that s**t?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:56 pm
Laureen took the shoot of wiskey too. She was getting hammered too.
" Lycans....vampires...demons....everything outta of a Anne Rice book...yeah...it is all real" She said resting her head on his shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2008 5:59 pm
James gulped down a second glass of whiskey, and knew he was hammered as he felt dizzy, and his tongue felt fuzzy. He put his head on top of Laureen's and traced a tiny heart on Laureen's hand with his finger. He then started laughing, "Remember.....remember what happened whe...when we did this last tiiiiime?"
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