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baklava
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posted November 23, 2007 07:34 PM |
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Masquerade - RP
Hysterical scratching of a pen on paper was the only thing that could be heard in the shady apartment, somewhere in the suburbs. Silence was occasionally broken by chaotic mumbling, but none of it would last for long.
"...shh. They'll hear me."
The pen scratched faster.
"...bang bang... damn it!... bang..."
A cheap lamp glowed beside Esenin as he drew something at his desk. The desk itself was scrawled with dozens of signs, seemingly made with various sharp objects.
"In the shadow... don't breathe! Just don't breathe..."
The picture looked like a tube, or a corridor, just trembly and empty. Esenin shaded something that was apparently a figure, faced against the corner.
"...you aren't there... no... you're nowhere... there is no YOU..."
With several quick movements, he drew two ellipse-like shapes in the darkness.
"he's watching you... oh yes... he's right over there... ARGHHH"
He screamed and fell from the chair. Jumping up on his feet, he grabbed himself by the neck and rubbed it. As if making sure nothing was holding him, he lowered his arm and grabbed the paper.
He stared at it for a moment.
"Who are you, little man? Who are you hiding from? Visions or illusions? The past or the mist?"
Having said that, he ripped the paper apart.
"...No more for today. No more."
He went to the window and opened his Venetian blinds, revealing a strangely clear night sky dotted with hundreds of stars.
"Stars, little stars, you’re so high and so clear!
What have you got in you, so fascinating?
Stars, deep in thought, so discreet you appear,
What is the power that makes you so tempting?"
He moved away from the window, and subconsciously continued.
"Stars, little stars, you’re so dense and so solid!
What is it that makes you so great and alluring?
How can you, heavenly bodies, afford it:
Stirring such thirst and desire for learning?..."
He took his coat which was laying on the sofa and put it on. Further words of the poem were getting more and more silent as he left his apartment and went down the stairs.
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wog_edn
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The Nothingness
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posted November 23, 2007 08:40 PM |
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Light flashed around Demogorgon, his hands knotted into fists and he closed his eyes to resist the lust for blood. People were dancing around him, touching him, being close to him. Simple humans. Nobodies. He were in a goth-club where they were partying, dancing, having mortal fun.
"Hey handsome." someone said and jumped on him, throwing both hands around his neck. A girl.
"Get off me!" he snarled, and threw her off.
He had been sent there to kill someone, a man that had been killing vampires for several years. A vampire hunter. Now he were the hunted one.
"Hey, you punk!" someone said, and grabbed his shoulder. "You don't dismiss a girl like that!"
Demogorgon looked at the boy, he couldn't be more than eighteen. He gave the boy a cold smile, and grabbed his arm. With a twisting motion he broke the boy's arm and left the boy screaming at the floor. Then he headed for the man again, the bartender. He had done much research, and found out that the bartender was the man he sought.
"A bottle of blood, please." he said when he reached the bar, no one were close but the bartender. No one else dared.
The bartender looked of him, his hand reaching for the pocket with the speed of light. Up he drew a silver-knife, and instantly jumped over the bench. Demogorgon grabbed knife-arm and held it away from him. The bartender was strong, but not half as strong as Demogorgon. The vampire lifted the man over his head and threw into the bottles on the shelves. Then he jumped over the bench and fastened both of his hands around tha mans throath, and ripped it open. He were gone before the police were there, and none could tell who he was.
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VokialBG
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posted November 23, 2007 09:58 PM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 22:03, 23 Nov 2007.
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"Darkness... nothing but darkness..., they killed everyone... I failed... I failed to protected them... they killed everyone... I was your weapon, Lord! This was my destiny... to fail... or to stop this unholy crusade. I'm now unholy, Lord... I cant serve you anymore... I cant!"
"Silence... nothing but silence..., Lord, why you keep silent, when we all need you? I need you! All of US needs you! GIVE ME A SIGN! Please, Lord... give me a sign!"
Madness... nothing but madness... Callahan was seated on the ribbed white ground of "his cave", as he called to this new "home". Ah he just want to get a bottle of brandy... brandy... easy to find... every supermarket in town sell of it and even on good price. But not for him... not for Callahan, because he fear the dark, like a child. His faith was broken by the unholy legion this summer in small town somewhere in New England.
"I'll think for this Lord", said Callahan, kissed his ceramic crucifix - gift from his mother when he was a boy - then he went to his "bed" - recess in the cave with big white rock with role of pillow.
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Nightmare... same as in the last 30 days - Small white dove is fighting with raven, he knew the end - this small white dove will die, the raven will spread his wings and then sweep up in the night skies.
He always wake up after this nightmare, no exception this time... He went to check outside as every night... quiet night... quiet darkness... Wait! What is this? Faint noise, behind the bushes. Callahan went to them.
"Oh", he groaned out, at first he doesn't believed to his eyes. The white dove... the raven... they fought there in the bushes... they was real!
Callahan kicked with his right leg the raven and picked up tenderly the dove with his hands. He was wounded, his feathers was smudgy with blood.
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Rogue_Lord
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posted November 24, 2007 07:32 AM |
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Drachon is in his hause. He listens Dimmu Borgir - The Mourning Place. But someone is clopping at the door.
-Open the door or we do it instead of you!-the clopping man said.
Drachon doesen't care, he just does his work.
-This is your last chance!-said the clopping man.
Then Drachon oppened the door.
~ The police... ~
-You are busted!-the policeman said.
But Drachon stuns the policeman with his Baseball Bat. He feeds on him. And... he also kills him. He thorws the body of the policeman out from the window.
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Mytical
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Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted November 24, 2007 09:00 AM |
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First class to Vegas, three weeks from today. Excellent. And the limo? Perfect. I will be spending about a week there, then returning. You will tell the local prince of my arrival? Wonderful, would not do if I was accosted for visiting for a vacation. Thank you dear heart, don't worry, you'll recieve a good tip should everything go ok. Bye now." Delilah hung up the phone and smiled. She really could get used to the vip treatment.
Walking to the window she stared out at the city of Boston. Maybe she should just return home. She was an outcast now that the prince had grown bored of her. Still most of her contacts were here, and she still had a lot to learn of her new..gifts. Besides, not everybody was happy with the current prince. Some quietly aided and helped her.
She heard the sound of silk rustling behind her. "Ah, you are awake. I am going to have to go out soon, be a dear and have everything ready by the time I get back."
The figure languished in the posh silk for a bit, reluctant to get out of bed. "Do you have to go out? You know you don't have to. We could stay in and relax a bit." a soft hand reached out for Delilah.
Taking the hand in hers Delilah mockingly scolded. "Now, don't be such a pain dear one. I will be back shortly, and then we can enjoy the rest of the night. Tommorrow we will look for you some new clothing and some jewelry. I will have to make sure people know you are mine, and off limits."
The figure seemed very pleased at that thought, and finally stirred from the bed. "Very well Mistress Delilah, I will have everything ready when you return. Clean clothes, a bath, and a warm towel. Is there anything else my Mistress?"
Delilah looked at the beautiful creature standing there waiting for her instruction. She hadn't even had to use her clan's gift. "No, I have to go talk to a few people, and get a bite while I am at it. Something feels ... wrong tonight. I think something is coming."
Sam turned away and started to dress, wondering what mischief Delilah would get into tonight. She felt a bit of wind, and turned around, and sure enough Delilah was gone. "One day she will just HAVE to show me how she does that." She would wait some time before getting everything ready, it would probably take hours. She just hoped Delilah wouldn't get herself hurt.
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"Right this way, don't ask me why, but he will see you now. Why don't you just go crawl back in the hole he got your from?" A large man who looks like he may have been born part wall looms over Delilah. She knows he too is a Vampire, even if not a Ventrue. He moves aside slowly, his eyes menacing.
"I would love nothing more, but he has made that impossible. Regardless, I am here to help him. Even if he doesn't know it yet." she walks into the room. Inside there are 3 people. One of them is the local prince.
"Delilah, didn't think I would see you here. I was suprised when they told me you wanted to see me. Here to beg me to take you back?" mocked the Prince. He cared little that he was humiliating her, maybe even reveled in it.
"Hardly. Have you been out lately? Something is brewing. Rumors of renegades who have no care for the Masquerade. Our numbers are thinning. I know you don't care one whit about me, but even you know that I am hardly wrong with my hunches. It may be nothing, but I think you should check it out."
The prince slowly sips something from a wineglass. He looks over Delilah, his gaze going up and down her body. She was sexy, even now, even if he grew bored after she started loosing her innocence. "Very well, I will look into it. Your hunches have never been wrong. I hear you might be taking a little trip soon. I would suggest you make it a prolonged trip. You are not wanted around here any more. Bart, show the woman out."
She was 'escorted' out, and could feel the anger rising. Not that there was anything she could do against the prince. She was not near powerful enough. Not to mention, he could have her clucking like a chicken if it amused him.
Angry and frustrated she searched out the nearest bar. Though alcohol did nothing to her, and she could no longer digest it well, at least she could blow off some steam before returning to the apartment. Wouldn't do to take out her frustrations on an innocent
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baklava
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posted November 24, 2007 10:07 AM |
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People were passing by Esenin on the street, looking like walking blood packs. But he cared little. He knew that he will recognize the victim the moment he sees it.
And indeed, he caught the essence of a strange perfume in a figure that passed him by. It was a young woman, not older than 25, beautiful, attractive and, what mattered the most, of rather good blood. Esenin could sense it. He immediately started following her, his mind twisting and bending to his thirst for blood.
The woman kept walking along the street for some time, and from a distance, Esenin followed her.
"Like a preying wolf... Or like a scurvy dog?" he muttered, almost silently.
A police car patrolled the area, cops inside it bored to death. Then one of them seemed to notice something.
"Brokowski..." one of them said.
"What?"
"See that rugged character over there? He's been following that girl for three blocks now..."
"So what? Maybe he's a hired detective or something."
"I think we should check it out just in case..."
"Oh alright. Follow him."
They turned the car around and started slowly following Esenin.
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"Let me tell you what the blues
is. When you ain't got no
money,
you got the blues."
Howlin Wolf
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Rogue_Lord
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posted November 24, 2007 06:04 PM |
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*Drachon uses his computer. He finds a site.*
-Oh **** i can't speak in Hungarian! This Vampiric Site lets me know much more about myself!
*His friend appears to be online on MSN. He writes a message:
-Hy Drachon.
-Hy my friend. Unfortenetly, I cannot speak in Hungarian. Can you transalte that site to me?
-What is the site's adress?
-http://www.ancientsinfo.bg
-It's not in Hungarian! Its Bulgarian!
-I cannot speak Bulgarian, either...
*The friends transaltes the site. Now Drachon knows more about himself: the vampires.*
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wog_edn
Promising
The Nothingness
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posted November 24, 2007 09:59 PM |
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Demogorgon walked fast through the streets, and suddenly he crashed into someone. A girl. She fell to the ground, and sat up.
"Watch where you are going!" she said.
Demogorgon gave her a single ignoring glance, then continued on, but stopped short after. He saw another vampire. Not many would have noticed, but he had learned how to see the difference, it was a Malkavian. One of those mad vampires. Demogorgon frowned, and continued, but a third time he stopped. A police-car were following the Malkavian vampire, they watched him, and Demogorgon knew humans good enough not to understand that they followed the vampire. He lent into a wall and watched the scene. The other vampire had stopped, and watched the girl. The girl ... he was following her. Demogorgon frowned again. This was getting more and more weird, why follow when you could kill? Just another proof that Malkavians were mad.
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bixie
Promising
Legendary Hero
my common sense is tingling!
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posted November 24, 2007 11:26 PM |
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a bar, Finnegan was sat in a seat, drinking some jack Daniels, his fiddle case on the seat next to him. he had made a fair amount, busking in the evenings, enough to buy rounds for everyone. he looked over at the bar, two young ladies were siting there, their perfect hourglass bodies tempting him. one part of him said that you shouldn't do it, but it was promptly beaten up by all the other parts say that he should. he traced the rune on the table.
"Oi, Finnegan, play us a song!"
it was the bar keeper, Finnegan tipped his green hat to him, unclipping his fiddle case and drawing out the wooden wailer. plucking the strings, and drawing onces across them with his bow, he got it suitably tuned up.
"alright, ladies and gents, this is a number i like to call "underneath the barstools". a one, a two, a one, two three four."
something hit the door like a cannon. three burly men entered the bar. one stuck a gun at the bar keeper, demanding the money, another went around the bar, gathering jewelry. Finnegan cursed under his breath, one of them was renbar, a Tzimisce vampire, a recent addition to the clan.
"Ok, give use all your money, and no-one gets hurt!" shouted the aformentioned, single dread falling into his eye.
"will you please be quiet," said Finnegan, "i was about to serenade people hear"
"that goes for you too, Paddy!" shouted on the the humans. he smurked along with his friend, whilst Renbar looked on impassively.
"tis' a fool who tells an irishman to shut up." said the barman, a quick shot and he was down, blood poring out of his head. this gave Finnegan all the time he needed. unsheathing his durk from the fiddle case, he flitted to the nearest assailant. to the human, it was though a green flash had appeared and kick him in the groin, to then roundhouse kick him in the head. finnegan dodged a second blast of gunfire from Renbar and his human friend, span round, plunging the durk into renbars back. the Tzimisce howled, some black liquid flowing out of his back.
"This blade i a personally blessed, Renbar," Finnegan muttered, "i'm not angel, but even if you can get past the holy water, i doubt you will be able to see the next attack."
the next thing renbar knew that he was covered in spirits as three large bottles sent him flying into a nearby table. he got up, picked up the nearest human and bit deeply into her neck, decapitating her and lapping up the blood.
"well done, my friend," Finnegan said, "you've succeeded in blowing your cover... too bad that the alcohol and flames will get you before the police."
he left the bar, sipping a cocktail of his own devising, bloody, rum and pomegranite juice, as the screams of renbar wrecked the air.
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baklava
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posted November 25, 2007 12:22 AM |
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Esenin saw a bright flash before his eyes. He heard a loud bang and a fiery flash shattered his mind.
The entire building exploded and he was tossed along with it. He was luckily ahead of it, and as he turned around, he saw several men caught in flames running and screaming toward him. As he laid on the ground, a scorched man crawled toward him. He tried to say something, but just collapsed with a deathly sigh. Esenin looked at him, at the last glow of hatred in the man's eyes, and then he felt he was fading...
He saw a bright figure standing above him. It then spoke with an angelic voice.
"Are you ok?"
"Have... I... fallen already, angel?"
"What? What are you talking about?"
The blurry vision slowly faded away. In a few seconds, Esenin knew it was just another flashback. Getting on his knees, he looked at the sky and saw a pillar of dark smoke rising from a few miles away. So there was some explosion after all...
A police car quickly passed by, hurrying to the scene of the explosion.
"Would you like me to take you to the hospital?" the voice said. It turned out it belonged to the girl he was following. He stared at her for some time. There was something in her eyes that made his madness pale in comparison.
"No... you can't be an angel." He got back up on his feet. "Definitely not. You're too perfect to be an angel."
She looked at him with an utterly confused expression. He just nodded in despair.
"I will defile you with my presence no longer."
Having said that, he turned away and entered a shadowy alley.
The girl was reluctant for a bit, but then she yelled:
"Wait!"
She entered the alley but he was already gone.
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Rogue_Lord
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posted November 25, 2007 08:58 AM |
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Drachon appears at the palce near where Esenin is. But some police cars follow him.
- Get him! - a policeman said.
Drachon is running, he runs to the place where Esenin is.
//Can I controll others characters?//
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Mytical
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Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted November 25, 2007 01:04 PM |
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Delilah hears an explosion, still angry over the way she had been treated. Rising from her stool at the bar, she quickly goes to investigate the cause of the problem.
When she arrives, mostly things have calmed down. She hears somebody yell.."Get him!" and looks around. Somebody is running, and the police are chasing. Musing to herself "Not a good idea to get involved with that..." she starts checking around to see if anybody is hurt or needs help.
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Rogue_Lord
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posted November 25, 2007 01:13 PM |
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But then...
-OKAY! MAYBE IT WILL VIOLATE THE MASQUARDE, BUT... - Drachon says. He uses a special vampiric power. The policemen dies and the police cars explodes.
-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! - Drachon laughs... evil laugh...
Drachon goes near the exploded hause...
-Huh... what happened to this ****in' hause???- Drachon says.
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bixie
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my common sense is tingling!
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posted November 25, 2007 02:47 PM |
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why, thought finnegan, racing down the alley away, why did there have to be a policeman in the bar trying to stop the cocaine racket.
he dashed down the alley as fast as he could go, he had run out of energy to flit, so he would have to run the old fashioned way. the cops were hard on his tail, some of them were beginning to tire, like the fat slobs they were, but the fitter ones were catching up. did his risk transforming now. it would take him a full day to change back, and he didn't want to be stopped on the street for having a tail. but on the other hand, he could run faster, go out in the day for a short time, and still be able to talk to people. he made up his mind as a bullet flashed past his eyes.
he nose grew, dragging his mouth by the lips forward. his legs became more bouncy and springy, as though he was on a pair of pogo sticks. he ginger hair flowed throughout his body, resting on every part necessary. his ears pinged up to the top of his head, pointed. finally a tail shot out of his back, long and bushy. he admitted to himself that his wolf-form always looked more fox-like, but there was no time to argue. dropping down to all fours, he raced down the street, ducking, dividing, weaving, jumping over bins and boxes. he sped down a street, falling head first into a woman. the two skidded into a back alley, the police thundered past them. finnegan picked himself up, and stared into the face of who he had bumped into.
"God rest my soul, Delilah!" he said "long time no see!"
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Mytical
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Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted November 25, 2007 03:05 PM |
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Suprised by both the tackle and the fact that a dog was talking, Delilah didn't respond immediately. Finally, as the shock wore off. "Um, ah. I don't recognize you...I think I would remember a talking dog. Where do I know you from? My memory of events before a few years ago is hazy..."
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baklava
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posted November 25, 2007 05:53 PM |
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Sirens could be heard everywhere. It seemed the police were patrolling the entire block. They were everywhere.
He got out on the other end of the alley as soon as he entered it. He could hear the girl's voice in the back, but didn't care. It was best that he has no contact with her.
He knew he couldn't be attracted to her from love. Vampires do not feel love. Or so he has been told. So it must have been sheer madness.
He would've decided to go see the site of the explosion, but realized he is simply too hungry. He needed blood.
And blood is gained through humans. Plain and simple.
"**** man, what's with all the cops?" he heard a ruff voice.
"Dunno... We better bail."
As two thugs, seemingly drug dealers, ran past him, he grabbed one of them by the mouth and plunged his teeth into his neck. The other thug didn't even notice, he continued running without stopping.
Esenin felt the hunger slowly pass as he drained the blood. Making sure the girl was gone, he dumped the body in the dark alley he just went out from. It would take some time before someone found the corpse, and marks of blood draining would probably be gone by then, so that wasn't such a threat to the masquerade.
"Time to see the Smoke Tower", he said, heading for the site of the explosion and trying to get the girl out of his head.
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bixie
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my common sense is tingling!
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posted November 25, 2007 06:58 PM |
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"Manhattan, 2004," Finnegan said, getting up on his hind legs, proffering Delilah a hand... well a paw. she got up, and dusted herself off. he slung his case off his back and opened it, taking out a pair of glasses and a bottle of whiskey. pouring two lots in each, he gave one to Delilah, "we got into that fight with that group of zombie pricks near ground zero. i broke my fiddle hitting one over the head."
she looked at him, trying to recognize the voice coming out of the mouth of a fox-man in green jacket, green hat, cross around his neck, with a fiddle case with numerous bottles of spirits and a glass of whiskey in his hands.
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VokialBG
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posted November 25, 2007 09:24 PM |
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Edited by VokialBG at 21:47, 25 Nov 2007.
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"A bottle of brandy please!", said Callahan to the vendor in the small shop "Billy's 1001 things". The seller, more then 50 years old man, went to the alcohol stall. "and I'll like to get this too", said Callahan and shown to the old guy small steely axe.
- "50 dollars"
The priest took old shabby bank note of 50 $ out and gave it him.
"Ahmm, is there any florist's shop nearly?", asked Callahan.
"Yes, just behind the corner.", answered the seller.
Callahan remembered the last time when he was in florist's, this summer. Now he need to buy some... some... they are the best protection and the best weapon to finish his work. But he will not use them now, he has enough work for today.
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"...I would like to buy some... how about... 50?", said Callahan to the florist.
(Note: This is in the day after this bar-event, the vampires are sleeping  or what they do during the sun is up)
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Mytical
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Undefeatable Hero
Chaos seeking Harmony
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posted November 27, 2007 07:05 AM |
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Recognition finally lit in Delilah's eyes. "That seems like a lifetime ago. Been quite a few changes since then." she sips on the drink. "I think we'd best get off the street. Besides, Sam is probably getting a bit worried by now. How about we head over to the apartment and catch up." she thinks it was good she fed before going to go see the Prince. It looked doubtful she'd get a chance now."
Provided Finnegan follows, she will take him to her penthouse appartment. Once inside her room, she will introduce Finnegan to Sam.
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bixie
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my common sense is tingling!
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posted November 27, 2007 10:43 PM |
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the penthouse was a large affair, a fair bit larger than anything than Finnegan had ever seen before.
"is this the place?" he asked
Delilah nodded.
"its certainly bigger than the pub that i saw 'blood or whiskey' in"
after Delilah's inquiring eyebrow, he continued. "a Irish punk band, my friend got tickets to see them live back in 2006 in belfast. it was very good. I've got the CD if you want to listen."
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