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 Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2012 11:39 am
"Ghk! Hsss...." The unfortunate vampire thrashed, hissing as his windpipe healed, until he found Rogue's eyes, it quickly morphing into a terrified croaked "...sssshiiiiiit." He croaked. "A-ah...o-of course...s-sorry...sh-should have known..."
Lance fell in a tangled heap of lanky limbs, and horrified confusion. Some of which abated when he saw Rogue, and started to process that he'd been saved. The notion that he'd been saved by Rogue of course sent the young pup into an altogether different, more pleasant panic. He rubbed his neck, where he'd been grabbed in a manner similar to what Rogue was doing to the vampire, self-consciously, and rasped. "R-rogue...I-I'm sorry...sh-shouldn't have come..."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 3:41 pm
Rogue tried to contain her rage and felt the Sanguinarian within her begging to be let loose. A feral roar came out of her as she stared at the vampire. She tried to regain her composure but there was no hope. She clenched her fists and her nails slightly elongated into her palms.
"Get out of here, Lance."
She walked slowly to the door, blood dripping from her hands. Her eyes looked like an animal trapped. She had to get out of the club and feed.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2012 9:23 pm
"R-rogue, wait!" Something ni him had recognized the body language she was givig off, the flash in her eyes, he knew it, it was how he felt so often. It only made him feel closer to the woman who by all rights he had no reason to feel anything but fear towards. "I-I can help..." He glanced at the male vampire, and scurried after her. "P-please...I'm sorry I caused trouble...b-but..." He breathes in deep, and mumbles, flitting as close as he dared to her. "Y-you said I was your's, a-and...I...I know you did it to save me, b-but...can't I at least do something in return for you?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2012 8:26 pm
Rogue made her way to the alley outside the club keeping her head down. She turned to see Lance behind her. She had heard his words, but could speak no more.
Everything within her wanted to rip him to shreds and drown in his blood. It called to her and the Sanguinarian beast within her screamed for it.
So much for saving the dog.
In a last ounce of willpower, she leapt to the side of a building, pushed off of the brick, and launched herself onto the roof disappearing into the night to sate the growing Sanguinarian rage.
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Posted: Thu Apr 26, 2012 5:13 pm
Lance shrunk, his last ounce of courage shrinking and being flattened by a tide of fear. Even an emotional silly pup like him bowed to instinct. He stayed where he was, for some moments, before wresting control of his limbs from his panic, and skittering off into the dark, trying to follow Rogue, but keeping his distance, hopefully enough to go un-noticed by the vampire.
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Posted: Mon Sep 24, 2012 5:18 pm
Rogue took a drink from her glass. The blood infused bloody mary. I kid myself. Hahaha. She thought as a smile crept onto her lips.
Her phone rang.
"Three lycans were killed outside twenty minutes ago in the back alley of the club. The police are on their way and we've had a tactical team clean up what we could. We called our contact, Frank, in the police force and he should be handling the body we had to burn due to bite marks all over a human corpse."
"Tell Frank to spin it as a hate crime amidst gang factions in the city."
"Yes Rogue, we will. And the lycan that got away, he could be returning with more...friends later. Be on the lookout."
Rogue looked at her drink for a moment.
"Thanks for the update."
She clicked her phone shut. She raised her hand slightly to the bartender. "A double shot of Jameson."
He nodded and poured away.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 9:30 pm
Ceon burst into the club, the smell of alcohol strong on his breath. Two bottles of Jack Daniels down and the beast that Ceon was still stood tall. Vampires were everywhere, and he knew that they could sense. He couldn't find the will power to care though, as he knew none of them would touch him in a public place. Even if they were, Ceon would have no problem dispatching the groups, as he had done so many times in the past. He pulled out a bar still, which scraped against the floor with an annoying screech, and sit down quickly. He slammed a hand full of crumpled 20's on the table and called to the bartender, "Ketel One, and keep 'em coming." The bartender began to prepare the shot, keeping a hateful scowl aimed towards Ceon.
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Posted: Mon Oct 22, 2012 4:07 pm
Ceon gazed at the now empty bottle of vodka that sat in front of him and the wet shot glass that remained in his hand. He had actually trained so hard and drank so much that he could no longer get drunk. It irritated him, but at the same time he was grateful for still having his wits. Sliding the bar stool back, the overly tall man with long, dirty gray hair and a flowing silver biker beard stood. "I drink too much," he said to himself as he made his way out the door.
(Exit to Central Park)
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 10:20 pm
A gust a wind swung the door open slowly and the sway of her hair followed her steps. Jacqueleen slipped through the door like a feline (how ironic & contradicting!). Her eyes scanned quickly the area and she smirked slowly and found a little bar stool just for her, located closest to the dance area with the music right behind her if she so chose to sit there.
Making her way toward the seat she watched the emptiness of the club. Watching the civilians chitter & chatter about these weeks dramas and news. She chuckled at the humanity of it and winked at the body guard who would steal glances of her while performing his duty. He only shied away. Jacqie quickly resumed her tread toward the bar and placed herself comfortably, crossing right leg over left & and thumping her thumb against bar steadily to the beats until the bartender caught on to her seductive glare she directed at him. He sluggishly walked over and glanced down at the bar as she continued her thumping and locked her eyes with his. She grinned wider and giggle softly and with her slight French-tinted voice, "Would you do a girl a favor...?" and he nodded once to her and Jacqueleen leaned forward slightly, "..and giver her the Sex on the Beach she wants?" and chuckled once more, pounding her fist on the table, as she broke into laughter of her own joke.
With the joke realized by the bartender, she quickly had that Sex in a glass in her hand. She wriggled back in forth in her seat as "Bad Girlfriend" from Theory of a Deadman clicked into progress on the stereo and she clicked her boot against the chair as it continued. Surveying the area and hoping for a chance of conversation and a long night of drinks, since she's found herself in this moment of New York City. Her mind trailed, '...might as well enjoy it while I decide to make this my home for the moment.' and on and on her mind filled with memories of previous homes.
She remembered specifically the old couple who had taken her in when she had found herself ran-sacked by alcohol (again! That crazy b*****d alcohol!) and gave her the night & dinner of her life when she stayed as a homeless person would have, in a comfortable wooden cabin of welcoming arms who had no idea of her actual identity and she named herself 'Chloe' that night....one of many nights she engaged in a role play of lies. It was interesting to see how sympathetic some humans could truly be for others when they didn't know the truth at all. It must be nice to live in a wooden cabin, safe from the injustice of truth and constantly living in the bliss of ignorance.
Jacqueleen turned off the deep-thought mode to continue listening to her favorite song of all time. Even if humans were pathetic and aimless, she really loved the things they created.
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Posted: Mon Jan 14, 2013 12:00 pm
Rogue stepped out of the van. Two of her staff greeted her in the back alley of her club. "Underground," was all she said. They rushed to open the back of the van, covering the lycan with large black blankets, and continued to maneuver Eden into the high security underground corridors of the club. Most things that took place in the underground were kept 'off the books' for a reason.
When they were in the appropriate room, Eden was chained to a medical table in a cell. The chains were reinforced silver with the inward facing cuffs on Eden's wrists poking silver spikes into her skin.
The employees set up two IVs on Eden's arms...in the simplest of terms, it was a silver nitrate drip, and a not as potent dose of the drugs they had used in the tranquilizer. Who knew aconite, or the wolf's bane flower proved true as an extreme sedative to the lycan species. Shortly Eden would return to her human form.
Rogue met them in the room, her face still lightly bleeding. She leaned in over Eden and placed a hand on her forehead, trying to focus into Eden's mind...pushing past the sedatives and silver at work. Just relax. You are in no immediate danger here...we can speak more...cordially when you wake. In the meantime, just rest.
Rogue removed her hand, and looked at her two employees.
"Cover her body with a clean blanket. Her body will return to human form soon. Call me when she wakes."
She made her way up to her office and showered, crusting off the dried blood on her body. The cuts on her face from Eden's claws had started to heal and were not oozing blood anymore, but Rogue still needed to feed. She kept feeling her fangs fall heavy in her mouth as her body protested, and her thirst began to increase.
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Posted: Sat Jan 19, 2013 12:19 pm
|| OOC: Sorry, my bad, missed that there was a follow up post here. ||
The silver tranquilizer that had specifically been designed for her certainly possessed no flaws when utilized against her. It had instantly created a grogginess within her mind, soon after causing her to hallucinate briefly and collapse as the end result. It had wreaked havoc on her senses and rendered her essentially defenseless. Transporting her likely would have proved of little difficulty for the vampires considering her completely unconscious state.
In the process her mind had been completely silenced, shut off, inaccessible to her until something jarred her awake. It was the voice of Rogue intruding on the edges of her mind and immediately her mind reactivated its defenses upon awakening. She was swift to push the vampire out and soon thereafter her eyes shot open, glowing amber.
Her body immediately tensed and with her newly found consciousness she went to fight against her bonds. Upon doing so she realized she was chained to a table that had silver spikes that were digging into her skin. It burned to say the least yet her struggle persisted for a little while despite the fact she could feel her strength was depleted. She realized the source of her lethargy upon glancing over at her arms, realizing the UV being pumped into her was nitrate to keep her drowsy and subdued. The wolf inside her stirred, walking back and forth like a caged animal.
Unlike most lycans, she was perfectly content being in her human form. If anything, her wolven form was the one she felt more uncomfortable in. She still had an affinity for being a human despite the fact she'd been a lycan for a few years now. Upon regaining consciousness her eyes were quick to focus on the lingering vampiric attendants Rogue had left behind with her. Amber eyes narrowed, she was blunt and to the point. Growling as she spoke she stated more than asked, "Where's Rogue."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:07 pm
Rogue had cleaned up nicely and had her midnight hair whipped back in a messy bun. Her strong bone structure in her face was accentuated with her hair pulled back. Her green eyes stared back at her, the reflection revealing the old soul within her. Though she had been raised in France, her facial structure was more Slavic in nature, as her immediate family had traveled from the Balkan lands when she was very young.
She slid on a black top and dark jeans as she heard her phone.
She looked down at the text from her guard. 'She's awake.'
Fantastic. Rogue said to no one in particular.
Rogue downed a glass of blood she had poured as if it were a glass of cold milk. Cold blood was not...so much a novelty, but worked in a pinch, and she had not had a chance to feed.
She made her way down the room where Eden was being held.
She came into Eden's line of sight from the door behind her.
"Good to see you're holding up."
Rogue leaned back against a table, her arms crossed.
"Do you have any idea why you've been brought here?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:13 pm
Ceon had been tucked in another room in the club. Xandra had brought him to Las Noches on her sister, Kaei's, order. He had been set up much like Eden had been, an IV in his arm with a silver nitrate drip, and in the other arm, another IV drip of the sedative cocktail they'd used to specifically target Ceon and Eden.
He hadn't awakened yet, and she wanted something to drink. A guard stood at the door, and as she walked out of the room she spoke into his mind.
Let Rogue know when the little beast is awake. I'll be on the main floor.
Xandra walked through the corridors and to the main bar by the dance floor. It seemed the night was picking up in terms of visitors. She leaned into the bar and spoke to the bartender. "Scotch on the rocks, dearest."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 10:30 pm
There were two things that Ceon did when he woke up. The first was gasping for air as the blurriness of his vision began to fade. The second was his head wrenching to the side with his eyes wide and vomited a large amount of blood, bile and silver onto the floor next to the table. When Ceon noticed the two drips seeping into his body, he realized how weak he was. The nitrate made him feel nauseous and the sedative had made him too tired to free himself.
Ceon was a hard headed lycan, and with whatever might he had, flexed and push at the chains. If only he could reach the IV's, he would go berserk and kill every vampire in the building....wherever this building was. He then felt the slight vibrations of the bass from the music above, and deduced that he had been brought to some sort of club.
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Posted: Tue Jan 22, 2013 9:15 am
The attendant in Ceon's room walked slightly out of his reach and squeezed the IV drip on the sedative, and then walked around upping the dosage of silver nitrate. Not enough to knock Ceon out, but enough to keep him lethargic and weak for interrogation.
"My name is Milos Adamovic. I am to attend to you while you're here and until the proper questioning can begin. Could I offer you some water?"
Xandra, get down here. Rogue is currently detained, and she wants you to start the interrogation. Remember. They are guests here.
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