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Post by War on Jan 17, 2010 17:29:53 GMT -5
*He snorts into his beer and chokes down a laugh.*
"Hell... you might have been perpetually young but innocent? Never. Damn sure not if we're talking innocent of mind."
*War sets his empty bottle on a passing tray and snags another. From behind the disapproving waiter's ear he pulls a cigarette, offering the man an unseen wink from behind his shades. With a little stage magician flourish he produces a second cancer stick and offers it to Lucy.*
"Not even sure I'd buy that you were innocent of body..."
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Post by Lucy on Jan 17, 2010 17:37:13 GMT -5
"Pfft."
Taking the cigarette, she held it between her lips and waited for War to produce a flame.
"The only lovers I could find then were pedophiles; and nothing ages a body quite so awfully as guilt. After a while I just gave up."
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Post by War on Jan 17, 2010 17:41:01 GMT -5
*War cups his hands around the end of the smoke causing the tip to glow an angry orange.*
"Yeah... I'm guessing the knight in shining armor isn't in rampant supply around your old lady's place. But guilt? You?"
*He takes a long drag and holds the smoke for a while as his eyebrow arches.*
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Post by Lucy on Jan 17, 2010 19:00:32 GMT -5
"Oh not me, sugarpea," drawled Lucy. "The fat old men who wanted to put me in a sailor suit. Half the time they were so terrified Chris Hansen might show his face that they could hardly get it up."
She held a fingertip against the end of the cigarette, which sparked and flared in a moment before the tip began to crumble into ash.
"Personally I've never made Guilt's acquaintance."
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Post by War on Jan 17, 2010 19:42:53 GMT -5
*War shook his head as he took another drag. Humans had such odd emotions.*
"Never much saw the point myself. Other than something to turn against someone."
*Shrugging he exhaled the smoke slowly.*
"Skinny's here. Even brought out the old ball and chain."
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Post by Lucy on Jan 17, 2010 20:05:08 GMT -5
"Really?" Lucy could hardly help the note of interest that crept into her voice. "Wouldn't've pegged him as the social type. I thought he went all Family Man on us."
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Post by Eric Northman on Jan 17, 2010 20:38:38 GMT -5
"Oh, nothing too vulgar. I wouldn't want to accidentally scare anyone off--then we'd lose our entertainment...and perhaps, the hunt?" Her expression briefly turned sly when she referred to his nature, though it quickly shifted back to the mischief. "I was thinking something small, but enough to at least stir them up a bit. Some magic, perhaps." *Magic. Now that was the slippery subject, wasn't it? Eric had learned a long time ago that such a thing could not be defined or controlled and was, as such, rather distasteful. But he also knew that those that were capable of such things were in the same way undefinable and uncontrollable. But at least it meant the night would not be dull. He mused silently for a moment as to what matter of creature she might be under that near perfect form. But not to leave her question between them, he answered smoothly.* "I would never be one to deny a lady her pleasure." *Meaning, of course, when the lady would do as she pleased with or without his blessing, so it would best serve him to stay in her grace. He gave a slight tip of his hand and he stepped back, as if offering the room to her.*
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 17, 2010 20:42:20 GMT -5
Flashing him a smile that was full of charm, but also a touch of naughtiness, she turned her eye toward the assembled group of humans, focusing on a small gathering near the corner who all seemed far too quiet and boring at the moment. Well, their night would be livened up.
There was no word, or gesture, only a shifting of color in her eyes to indicate that she'd done something more than simply concentrate on them. And then, unseen at first, something seemed to be lightly disturbing the air around them, the zephyr eventually resolving itself into ethereal, irridescent butterflies. Ones that were being pests and landing in hair and getting in people's faces.
"Simple, a flexing of the fingers so to speak, but it's been some time since I've been able to practice."
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Post by Eric Northman on Jan 17, 2010 20:49:23 GMT -5
*Eric watched, unblinking. It was so...subtle. So much in his experience was done for show, but this was different (while the effect was not subtle, the cause was).*
"Intriguing." *He breathed softly, genuine and understated in the same moment. Whatever she was, she was new to him.*
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Post by Brandi on Jan 17, 2010 20:59:13 GMT -5
*Uriel stepped gracefully over the threshold, savoring that first moment of entering a crowded room. There was simply so much...potential. It set his skin electric. Well, whatever skin he'd been stuck in. Admittedly, he wouldn't be at his best, forced into this short female form, but he would make the best of it. His ensemble, deliciously modern ((for the late 19th century)), clung perfectly to him like a blanket of pure shadow. At least it minimized the cow's wide hips. Disgusting
Smoothing his pale hands over the fine fabric of his jacket, he made his way further in, surveying the room and seeking that perfect spot. The one from which he could be aloof and unattainable, yet have a view of absolutely everyone else. Every room had an ideal point. Cold blue eyes scanned the party goers as they mingled obliviously. His hand lifted, delicately tucking the white lock of hair back against the rest of the unfamiliar dark mass that had been bound tightly back. If only there had been time to see a proper barber about that. Alas.
But this would ease his mind. He needed something he could control. Something to torture. To purify. And a party...well, there was always something available there.
The smallest hint of a smile turned the corner of his lips.*
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Post by Margrethe Goransdottir on Jan 18, 2010 15:35:07 GMT -5
*Eric watched, unblinking. It was so...subtle. So much in his experience was done for show, but this was different (while the effect was not subtle, the cause was).* "Intriguing." *He breathed softly, genuine and understated in the same moment. Whatever she was, she was new to him.* She smiled a bit wider for a moment, then gave a little bow. "I can cause all sorts of minor little mischief--small enough to irritate and annoy them, but not enough to chase anyone away, as then the amusement would leave." She was having fun, now, thanks in no small part to her new acquaintance. She hadn't really associated with vampires before, though she'd known of their existence, and part of her delight was that she'd basically found something new and intriguing to talk to (and perhaps impress).
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Post by Evie on Jan 18, 2010 15:38:49 GMT -5
In a rare of turn of events, this was actually one thing that Olivier had more experience with than Laurent--while Olivier hadn't had any hair-raising encounters, he had (though only briefly) seen the ghost of Marc Desmarais wandering the halls of the estate. It was therefore much easier for him to believe in such things. "Well, I don't know about vampires, but I've seen...odd things, before." He said vaguely, getting the expected sideways glance from Laurent. "We haven't got them in New York, so I supposed I noticed because it was out of the ordinary. Maybe you two are just so used to them that you don't see them." She paused, looking at the dance floor for a moment. It was really very awkward to try to talk to them both at the same time. "So how have you two been since I left Normandy?" Okay, it was boring, but it was something other than vampires, which she suspected Laurent didn't believe in.
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Post by Laurent on Jan 18, 2010 18:25:01 GMT -5
"I...suppose..." Laurent said hesitantly. He didn't think her crazy, as he'd spoken with her often enough to be assured that she wasn't a madwoman, but he really didn't know what to make of the vampire talk.
At least she changed the subject.
"Ah, well, you'll be pleased to know that the zebra was given a proper home in a place called an 'animal sanctuary'."
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Post by Olivier on Jan 18, 2010 18:26:54 GMT -5
The look Olivier gave her was one that said, I believe you.
At the question about their affairs--after giving Laurent a sideways glance at the mention of a zebra--Olivier answered:
"Things have been going rather well. There was a minor dispute in regards to some land that both Desmarais and another family had a claim on, but that was resolved without much fuss."
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Post by Evie on Jan 18, 2010 22:56:57 GMT -5
She clapped her hands delightedly.
"Oh, good! Did they ever find out who it was that had him in the first place?" She meant the zebra, of course.
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