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Post by Maria on Aug 28, 2008 12:42:44 GMT -5
*After her conversation with Norman, Maria had been giddy at the prospect of a new house. She'd been going over in her mind what sort of decorations she'd want, and all that sort of thing. So it was that she'd risen early most nights, taking off without so much as a by-your-leave to Norman. He'd know, on a subliminal level, where she'd gone. Planning and pondering, whilst hunting, she'd wasted a lot of time, nights blurring together. So it was that one evening, when she'd gotten back to the hotel rather late, it hit her that something was wrong. There was a sense in the air, as though something was missing. With a vague ominous feeling, she went looking for Norman. And looking. And looking. And finding nothing. She pestered the other tenants (what few there were), but nobody had seen him, either. She had a thought to go back out into the city to look, but by then sunrise was too near to attempt such a thing. With a mounting feeling of frustration, she turned in for the day. She would search tonight *
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Post by Maria on Dec 10, 2008 19:59:54 GMT -5
**NEW NIGHT**
Glad to be back home and away from the back alleys of Paris, and glad to have found someone that could help Lavinia, Maria led the way into the plainly furnished lobby.
"We'll just stop here a sec to grab a room key."
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Post by Lavinia on Dec 11, 2008 12:02:32 GMT -5
Completely oblivious to the relative poorness of the motel, Lavinia gazed around herself in awe of it, arms held close to her body in her attempts to shrink herself to the smallest size possible, to take up the least amount of space. She had not been indoors with the prospect of sleeping indoors in an extremely long time, and that this dry, watertight, warm place could house her was phenomenal.
We will have our own room? she thought, astonished. You must be very rich. She tiptoed closer like a mouse, as though the further in, the closer to the heart of the hotel, the warmer it would be, and she wanted to enter gradually.
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Post by Maria on Dec 12, 2008 11:26:24 GMT -5
Maria came back with the key, grinning.
"Well...it's like an inn, but much bigger. And everyone will have their own room, guests or paying customers."
Her grin softened to a smile.
"You're a friend of the house, so it's on me."
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Post by Lavinia on Dec 12, 2008 14:32:05 GMT -5
It had been a very long time since Lavinia was so honored. She did not come from a humble background, after all; she came from a very proud one, her father a war hero, a noble veteran whom the people of Rome had elected emperor, although, tragically unaware of what would come to pass, he had refused the post. But that background was, well, simply so very far in the background.
Lavinia stayed very close to Maria's elbow as though she feared she might lose her. Can my room be very near yours? I don't want to be lost in such a large place filled with strangers... Of course, Paris - well, the entire world - was a large place filled with strangers, but it didn't seem like an enclosed place, and she was accustomed to the insecurities of it.
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Post by Maria on Dec 18, 2008 19:45:57 GMT -5
"Oh...of course you can! It can be right next to it, in fact."
Reaching out, she placed a hand at Lavinia's elbow and began to steer her outside.
"I wouldn't want anyone to bother you. We have a tendency to get some...strange...tenants in this motel. So I say it would be a very prudent thing to do--and, I would feel better if you near."
She meant it: Lavinia was the only one that she could count as a female friend in this place. Most of the other women that she did know were people to be wary of.
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Post by Lavinia on Jan 14, 2009 9:45:38 GMT -5
Strange? By what mean you...strange? Lavinia was having a bit of a hard time adjusting to French syntax and sentence structure, and had come from a time and a place when grand speeches were commonplace, except on the battlefield, but she thought she was adjusting quickly. There was something in her step that suggested a vague recapturing of lost pride, of lost modesty, for all the insanity of her often-glazed eyes and her mad-looking hair. She brushed at it with the stump of her wrist practically as she followed Maria out.
Strange...like I am strange?
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Post by Maria on Jan 14, 2009 13:39:33 GMT -5
Maria shook her head.
"Well...there are vampires, and other creatures living here, not all of them friendly. There are also humans, but even they are usually something to watch out for."
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Post by Lavinia on Jan 14, 2009 13:44:11 GMT -5
Lavinia's eyes got a little wider and shinier with pretty much every syllable. She remembered herself in a moment, that Maria too was a vampire. This made things sound better, but brought on a bit of confusion.
Vampires? Aren't you?...
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Post by Maria on Jan 14, 2009 16:28:13 GMT -5
She nodded, biting her lip a bit uncertainly.
"Not all vampires are going to treat you well. There's...a lot of maniacs out there. Ones who all they care about is blood and how they can get it."
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Post by Lavinia on Jan 14, 2009 16:59:50 GMT -5
Lavinia half-stumbled along after Maria, growing still more confused.
But then how do you get blood?
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Post by Maria on Jan 15, 2009 13:41:43 GMT -5
Maria paused.
"Well," she said, picking her words carefully. "I still need it. Regardless of a vampire's viewpoint, we all need it. It's...all in the way we get it. Some are downright violent and murderous. Others will try very hard not to hurt anyone."
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Post by Lavinia on Jan 15, 2009 18:00:08 GMT -5
Lavinia came from a harsher time where that sort of thing, while probably still uncommon, was more widely spoken of, and treated more as a fact of life than a horror. Although she didn't exactly think that whatever a vampire did was a good thing, she had known humans to be more violent still. The simple draining of blood was a great deal less awful than some things she knew of, and at least vampires had a reason. Her face was a little hard as she thought on this.
I will be careful, thought Lavinia. It was starting to get confusing, knowing when she was thinking "out loud" and when she was just thinking. She imagined that some of her less coherent thoughts could be accidentally "spoken", and this idea frightened her. She needed to focus, and it took a lot out of her, as out of practice as she was. Though I do not know what can harm me. I am not sure I do die.
((...I take it Daniel is in the 'downright violent and murderous' category?))
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Post by Maria on Jan 17, 2009 10:31:37 GMT -5
((Yeah...'verse Daniel is have gone off the deep end, so to speak. He's really not the person Armand recalls))
She smiled at the promise to take care, and they'd reached the their destination room as they'd talked.
"I don't think they could kill you, but I don't want you to have to learn the hard way just how much punishment you could take."
There were vampires that tortured people, and though Maria wasn't exactly the nicest when it came to humans, she didn't do that kind of thing.
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Post by Lavinia on Feb 2, 2009 12:37:09 GMT -5
((Having just read your Daniel backstory not long ago, all I can say is... XD))
Lavinia somewhat pouted, if pouting was a good word for it or not. Her expression did not sour, but she was uncommonly contemplative and preoccupied. After a few seconds of this, she looked directly at Maria, almost quickly enough to be unnerving.
She lifted her arms, the backs of them turned out, so that she was looking at her own wrists, giving Maria a dejected look.
Do you think I was born this way? She sighed, suddenly feeling exhausted, letting her hands drop. I am not certain many worse ways to learn this do exist. She rubbed at one eye tiredly.
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