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 Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 1:23 am
Somehow she managed to escape their attention, only she was still hungry. She didn't know if she wanted to damn the werewolf or not. She decided not to. It wasn't meant to be triggered afterall... and he hadn't known until afterwards.
Sometimes she wished she could use a flute and the piece she used to lull Mercutio to sleep with on herself...but it didn't work that way. She was a half vampire and she learned not to ignore that craving...Leash it until a valuable meal could appear sure...but never ignore it.
She only returned home that afternoon to grab up a jacket then left just as quickly. She now wore the leather jacket Asher had insisted she get. It suited her, he said. Maybe, she thought to herself, walking the now night life of the city. She was careful not to smile or reveal teeth. Her fangs, when forced back, were painful and she didn't want to hurt herself.
She looked around her, noticing several of potential meals happened to be drug addicts and drunks...not a single sober around. Apparently she picked the wrong part of the city to try hunting in... One drunk decided to grab ahold of her ankle, resulting in her twirling and lightly stepping on his head and shoving his face into the ground. He only received a broken nose and scratched face but he let go, letting her continue walking in peace.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 1:35 am
Jean was leaning against a wall by the pub. He'd only had one drink, not being a fan of alcohol. Inside you could hear several people involved in a full on brawl. Crashing of glass, smashing of furniture and screams of pain. He was waiting outside for the fight to stop.
The Frenchman stood up and shook his head, deciding he'd had enough to drink and didn't want to go back in anyway. He didn't even know why he wanted the one. Probably just to get out and be around people rather than being cooped up in his tiny little house on his own.
Jean slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat and hunched his shoulders so the fake fur warmed his neck. He stepped over a few drunks casually. This street was always in this condition late at night. Perhaps it would have been better to come this way during the day, when there was less chance of getting mugged or murdered.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 1:40 am
She walked with her eyes closed, her senses flairing in finding anything that wasn't so tainted. But no one knew her out here. Nostrils flaired as she smelled blood. Funny how much more awake her senses were where masses of blood had been around and none of them had dulled.
She followed the trail, leading to the path of the bar with the brawl in it. Mixed with the blood was drink, drugs and other things she didn't care to name.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 1:51 am
Jean rolled his eyes and turned to go back to the bar. He'd forgotten about the pocket knife one of the men inside had taken off him earlier. The showoff had been copying what he'd seen on 'Aliens' using it. He opened the door and dodged a flying bar stool as though he knew it was coming. Looking around he spotted his knife in the hands of an older looking male.
He wandered over and plucked it from the drunk man's hands. "Oi! Givit back!" The man shouted lunging himself at Jean, only to receive and elbow in the gut. The man fell to the floor swearing as best he could while practically winded. "Don't mess with knives. You might end up getting hurt." the Frenchman muttered. His English was clear and fluent, though still with a French accent.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:01 am
She arrived at the bar and reached for the door before a few men tumbled out, one being on top and punching the other guy. She simply sidestepped out of their way, tripped them on the way out and went inside.
She stayed near the door, avoiding miscellanius objects being chucked.
"Pathetic," she muttered watching the fighting.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:06 am
Jean turned to see a woman standing in the doorway of the bar. He ducked suddenly to avoid being hit by6 someone who was thrown across the room before going over o the doorway to stand next to her. "This isn't really an appropriate place for a lady right now. Or ever actually, this bar has always been sleazy." He said over the noise and dodging a flying bottle, "I'd suggest leaving before they realise there's a woman in the room."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:09 am
She flicked her red gaze to him and smoothed her black hair from her face.
"If I was a simple female, I'd heed your warning. They're so drunk they probably won't realize I'm female until the following morning.."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:13 am
Jean chuckled and shook his head. "You'd be surprised." He said looking down at a man who'd fallen unconscious at his feet. "What exactly do you mean by 'a simple female'?" He asked curiously looking up. Her eyes caught his attention almost as soon as he'd seen her. He'd never seen anyone with red eyes before, was it a trick of the light or something?
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:19 am
She shook her head and grinned, revealing the small fangs in her mouth. She looked around the room, wondering if there was another person she could feed from. If not, then the vampire in her was going to play for a while.
"I'm a simple female..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:26 am
"If you insist. I don't believe in simple people, anyway. The mind is a complex thing." Jean replied with a slight shrug. His coat was heavy and rather warm inside. He slipped it off, only wearing a black top with his navy blue cargo pants.
"I hope you don't come here often." he said when someone tried to start a fight with him but ended up passing out on the floor in front of them, "Not a very welcoming place to be."
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:31 am
"Nope...first time being around here." She murmured, continueing to look. She was out of luck here. Crap.
"Damn it..." She grumbled, shoving her hands into her pockets. This wasn't her night or day.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:37 am
"This is starting to get irritating..." The Frenchman said dodging a few flying bottles and a barstool, "I'm not going to stick around."
He frowned when she put her hands in her pockets. "Something wrong?" He asked curiously before checking there wasn't anything heading his way again.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:42 am
"Oh just peachy...Not a decent meal in sight. Too many drunks and druggies for my taste. Wasteful bunch."
She turned for the door. Now how was she satisfy the craving she felt?
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:46 am
"A decent meal?" Jean repeated confused.
Shrugging it off he opened the door to go out again. "Want to go for a walk? I don't really want to leave you to wander the street on your own. You never know what might happen." He said with a smile as he stepped outside, he still held the door open for her.
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 2:50 am
She flashed another grin. He had some alcohol in his system but not much. Better then the other selection.
"Why not? The night's young..." And calling as she stepped outside and started walking.
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