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Post by nympha saile vesper on Jan 26, 2012 20:04:21 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » RIP OUT OUR NECKS. Nightfall in Paris. What a spectacular sight. One she hadn't seen in decades. Every light twinkled like it was its own star in the sky. Paris was brighter and more brilliant than any place in America, not one that she had seen anyways. And in the center of Paris: a huge tower that illuminated, what seemed like, the whole city. Nympha could see it from where she stood on a hill overlooking Paris. It reminded her of the moon or of the sun, because of its luminescence. But she had never seen it before. The last time she had been to her hometown was near the turn of the twentieth century.
Nympha stood there quietly on the hill, watching the Eiffel Tower wink at her, tempting her. Every fiber of her being wanted to skip happily up to that colossal structure and admire the lights and just the entirety of its build.
It was amazing how a city could change in close to a century. What hadn't changed was the hustle and bustle of the city, though. It was and will always be crammed with people. And the site of much commerce. But Nympha enjoyed that. She was a city girl, and she only wished she could share the same sight she was enjoying with her friends. Her friends that were long dead. She dreaded this feeling, the feeling of despair. Of being lost in this world. Nympha had lost everyone she ever knew in Paris. She lost her childhood friends, her parents, her aunts, uncles. She lost all of the friends that she had met on the Titanic. It was tragic. No one was ever meant to live so long, and this was why.
Nympha wasn't here to grieve, though. That wasn't her style. Sure, she missed all of those people, and she even sort of missed her horse-drawn carriages. But, Hell, survival meant adaptation, and Nympha had learned to adapt to this changing world instead of remaining stuck in the past.
Nympha had heard of the Paris underground. She was a bit surprised to hear of it, actually. It was a different feeling... that was, knowing there were hoards of vampires festering in your hometown. She sort of wanted to tell them all to get out, but, well, she was only one person. And it was also very hypocritical, because she was here to join them. At least, for the week or so, anyways.
The redhead moved silently down the hill and started her trek toward the catacombs. She never really enjoyed the underground. She preferred bright lights and bright people, but this place was dark... with darker people. She wasn't scared, no; maybe a bit intimidated. Of course, what was there to be frightened of? Vampires? Or what about those ugly beasts that called themselves werewolves? They wouldn't dare show their faces in the underground.
Nympha slipped into the underground without a single sound, and grasping the walls, began to maneuver through the tunnels. She paced the corridors, looking left and looking right, passing by several homes and the Sang Royal. However, that wasn't exactly what she was searching for.
Her eyes were set on Le Rouge, because, well, Nympha was wanting a donor. And maybe she wanted a bit of attention, too. The vampire made her way into the facility just as quietly as she had tread through the catacombs. Nympha was content to stand around and be an onlooker for awhile. She wasn't extremely underfed, so she could wait, if she had to. The trip to Paris had really exhausted her, though.
Nympha simply leaned against a wall, relaxing her body and letting go of any tensions she might have had. It was nice to be somewhere with people who shared the same blessing as she did. And it was very reassuring, as humans on the surface could be very nosy and conniving. words: 648;; outfit: voila!;; notes: bad post is bad /: |
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Post by sebastian grey roth on Jan 28, 2012 17:55:31 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'VE SEEN THOSE HUSH HUSH LOOKS YOU GIVE The Words: 991 The Outfit: hallo The Notes blaaah It wasn’t a bad gig, this familiar thing. In fact, with good pay and something to back his smart remarks, it was one of the best jobs that he had ever come by. Not to mention he was able to take all of these glorious trips here and there and during the day he could almost always count on having the time to do whatever it was that he pleased unless Anastasia Fairbanks had something in mind for him. The only problems that he seemed to run into every now and then was the chastising remarks of those who looked down on his line of duty or having to deal with the meathead vampires who assumed that because of his human status he’d be easy to knock around. Oh, it was almost laughable just how wrong they were. Usually the only thing he had to do was mention the name Fairbanks or Temptation and he would be invulnerable. But that was never any fun and a guy like Sebastian would rather play a sneakier hand of cards no matter the trouble it may have gotten him into. Besides, he was on an adventure this night! Adventure was boiling in his blood and even though Anastasia had always tried to plan the safest of trips for her favored familiar she should have known by now that Sebastian Roth was not the type to have things go according to someone else’s plans.
Ah, Paris, the city of love. To be honest this city was one of the few places that did not hold a special place in the heart of Sebastian. He never really liked to visit no matter how gung-ho others were about the place. He recalled his first visit, recalled the excitement he felt and then the disappointment as he explored it. It was easy enough to see for him that it was like any other city that he had been to. There was rude people, tourists, landmarks, graffiti covered walls, and everything else that came with a tourist filled city. Sebastian simply could not find the charm in it all. Personally he had grown fond of his home in Italy and often longed for the comfort of his old home in London or, every now and then, the quietness of the countryside. But Sebastian was very much a city boy and could not enjoy the comforts of being in a barren wasteland for long.
Le Rouge. It was the last place that he wanted to visit on his little trip to France but it was also the reason for him even being here. Every now and then his boss liked something for somewhere else. Just for the sake of new conversation and, of course, new blood. He had been sent around the world many times in search of entertaining humans who were interested in coming back to Italy to work for Anastasia Fairbanks. Apparently Sebastian was trusted enough to pick out what she liked. He had been with the woman long enough, he supposed.
As per usual Sebastian was stopped at the door that led to the more private section of the club. The security at Le Rouge knew him well enough but enjoyed this game. Sebastian moved his eyes up and down the larger man standing before him, his fangs apparent in the time light. Sebastian did not bother with his fake politeness and dashing grins, instead the curiously slender lad perched his hands firmly on his hips and cocked his head up at the vampire looking clearly uninterested in him. “Good sir, you mind moving aside?” he asked, speaking slowly and clearly. The vampire gave him a grin and moved aside, sweeping his arms in the direction of the door. “Back again, pretty boy?” he snickered. Sebastian paid him little mind, only grinning sarcastically as he stepped inside of the place.
The place had plenty of stock. Men and women all laying and standing about hoping that a vampire would approach them and take them back home. It always made Sebastian wrinkle his nose in disdain. This was not at all the way that he had found himself a job but that wasn’t important right now. Besides, it was mostly those who were willing to donate blood that bothered him.
It was the males that he was sure Anastasia would take an interest in. So guess what Sebastian always had to look up and down? A bunch of guys. But he took it well, not much caring how people viewed him when he was looking another man over to see if he would suit the tastes of his boss. He weaved through the crowd with little effort, ignoring any looks he got himself. He could see through the crowd a few handsome enough men lazing about some cushioned seating and came to a halt to squint in their direction.
“You like what you see?” Sebastian only had to turn his eyes slightly to find where the voice had come from. It was a young woman though she looked as most possible donors would; like she had nothing else to lose. “Oh, actually I was looking at him,” Sebastian answered bluntly, nodding over toward the men. The woman’s eyes went wide with curiosity after she followed his stare. “You swing that way?” she asked, sounding a bit surprised even though she seemingly regained he composure. “If that will keep you from bothering me yes,” he called back. He was already done though, starting off through the crowd again to find someone who looked a tad more… alone. Women loved the brooding man, didn’t then? Anastasia was surely no exception to this. Women were all so very strange.
After stalking around the inside of the crowd for a bit Sebastian finally came out to rest against a table. His fingers wrapped around the edges and he tilted his head curiously at his surroundings. Tonight may not have been his night. |
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Post by nympha saile vesper on Jan 28, 2012 19:06:20 GMT -6
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The redhead yawned broadly, exposing her ivory, yet still terrifying, fangs. She was growing weary of standing around. The desperation of the humans was making her irritable, as they were throwing themselves at whoever had the mark of a vampire. Sickening.
She searched the room with her eyes, scanning over it quietly. There wasn't much to gawk at, just the occasional few people coming from the back rooms. But before this place was about to bore her to death, her eyes caught something curious. A young male eying a few other male donors like a hawk. Nympha watched him with newfound inquisitiveness. A smirk danced playfully on her lips as the man sent the female donor away from him. How odd. But it was the peculiarity of the situation that drew her in.
Nympha followed him with her eyes, obviously very entertained by his act. There was no way that a guy like him had his sights set on men. There was something much more curious about him. And though Nympha had a decent idea, she wasn't much of a person to stand by and let her questions go unanswered.
The redhead pushed herself off of the wall with her shoulder blades. She began in the direction of the strange human, though looking quite strange herself. She had a grin like that of a wily fox and a glint in her eyes that never meant any good. It surely wasn't any better coming from a vampire, especially in a place like this (though the donors may have appreciated it).
As Nympha approached the man, her smile broadened, though strictly involuntary. For just a moment, she stood, hovering over him. But to avoid the awkwardness of him having to look up to her, she stooped by his table, looking him straight in the eye. "You look sort of... lost," she commented amusingly. Then she narrowed her eyes at him in jest. "If you were looking for a good time, I don't think those men were interested in that sort of thing." Nympha stood to full height again, smiling down at him. She crossed her arms as she gave him a sort of quiet, mused titter.
She wasn't going to comment any further, as surely he knew what she was talking about. It just wasn't every day that Nympha saw a guy coming in to... find another guy. He didn't seem the least bit fazed that no one seemed to oblige, though. He seemed more exasperated, if anything. Almost like he was on a mission, but it may have very well been that he was on a manhunt (in the literal sense of the word). If Nympha had to guess, though, she would say that this guy was not here to get acquainted with another male. The emotion in his face seemed fairly apparent of that. words: 612;; outfit: voila!;; notes: ummm lol? |
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Post by sebastian grey roth on Jan 28, 2012 19:56:45 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'VE SEEN THOSE HUSH HUSH LOOKS YOU GIVE The Words: 705 The Outfit: hallo The Notes blaaah Before she had come close enough for conversation Sebastian could see the woman coming his way. At first he felt like sighing and cursing his luck again (Anastasia would just have to make do with a pretty girl then!), his lips curling into a small frown. This was a fleeting moment of loss though and Sebastian was quick to allow his expression to once again soften up. The dark brown eyes still looked straight ahead but he did not let the move all about the crowd like they had been earlier. For now he was busy watching the approaching image in his peripheral vision, only managing to make out the three most obvious colors on it. There was a dark red, ebony, and ivory. Or perhaps the black he was seeing was actually a dark blue or navy? In either case, it was what she was wearing and he could decide the color on further inspection if it really was that curious. He also decided with this little information (and lack of staring directly at her) that this female was not like the one he had just shared a few words with. He had been around vampires enough to recognize a few telltale signs. For example, the paleness of their skin and often cool demeanor. Especially when they were approaching a silly little mortal. Sebastian was no silly little mortal though.
When he heard her approach more closely, he allowed her some pleasure of taking the element of surprise by jumping a bit and having his eyes quickly look up in her direction. But this moment did not last very long. Sebastian carefully removed his stare from hers and back out toward the crowd. However she had her eyes back on his very soon. Sebastian only stared back at her feigning disappointment when she spoke to him. The human man shook his head gently from side to side, turning to eye the men he had been watching earlier. “I reckon I am not their type…” he spoke with a sigh. “Impossible to ever win them over.”
Still he felt the hard stare of the vampire on him. He was not all too surprised though. In a sense he was sort of in their turf and acting like it was his own may have been a little annoying. Many of these nighttime creatures thought him puny and insignificant in comparison. Did they hone so much more physical powers than he? Surely they did. Did they have a bite that would sting worse than his? Obviously they did. They had every single right to think themselves better than humans but that did not make Sebastian afraid of them. Even now in the gaze of a perfect stranger he found his heartbeat even and his breathing calm. Not a drop of anxious sweat beaded along his forehead.
Sebastian placed his stare back on her, thoughtfully. “I really sincerely have my doubts that anyone here could amuse me,” he spoke seriously, his tone even and on the brink of boredom. Sebastian was far from that though. He was in a lair of vampires and desperate people. It was hard to feel anything like bored in a place like this. Oh, but Sebastian was excellent in faking his feelings and covering his conniving thoughts. It was something that the young man prided in himself, really. His usually unshakable calm had saved his skin on numerous occasions. It made up for the lack of his physical strength. He leaned back on his perch and cocked his brows up at the redheaded female now. “I may be lost,” he lied, poorly and purposely. “But many have made false assumptions about me in the past.”
While he spoke he pinned his mahogany gaze on her light turquoise. Finally Sebastian let his disappointed act fall away and his lips parted to show a pearly white grin. His very fangless smile in comparison to most patrons here. “I believe you have caught me though,” he teased. “I’m as interested in those men as I was that woman. You may enjoy them though if you’re looking for someone to have with you for dinner. I can assure you that my type would not strike your fancy.” |
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Post by nympha saile vesper on Jan 28, 2012 22:53:22 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » RIP OUT OUR NECKS. There was a familiar sort of arrogance about the human. It was vague, but she had felt the same hardheadedness before. For a human to be so confident around vampires was a brave feat. For a human to even know how to deal with vampires was just plain inspirational. Nympha knew that vampires were very condescending and manipulative. It was surprising to see someone act so coolly underneath her. It was also somewhat refreshing, to have someone to actually speak to, instead of someone that was just going to cower at every word.
Nympha couldn't help but grin as he pretended to be disappointed at his lack of male companionship. She sighed with him, mocking his very tone. "It's kind of sad that you can't even win the desperate ones over," she told him, still in her mocking tone. She gave a lopsided sort of frown, looking down at him. It was difficult to keep a straight and stern face like his. Nympha only let her facial expression change when his did, though. He was a very charismatic person, it seemed, full of emotion and bravado. She liked it, it kept the conversation interesting.
What she still didn't understand was why he was here. It seemed fairly obvious by his demeanor that he wasn't a donor. And if he was just a normal human, he was either very unobservant or mentally ill. That really only left familiar, because he wasn't pale or cold, and as far as she could tell, he had no fangs. If he was indeed a familiar, Nympha felt somewhat invasive fraternizing with him. She always felt that familiars were a vampire's property, not to be tampered with by another vampire. At least, that was how she viewed her own familiars. She certainly didn't want anyone else corrupting her familiar, when she got one.
The redhead jutted out her bottom lip in a pouty way, as he said that no one could amuse him. She was insulted. If he really wanted to be entertained, then he was staring at the perfect person to do so. She had her doubts about him being truly disappointed, though. He seemed to like to toy with emotions quite a bit.
When his facade finally melted away into a smile, Nympha returned his smirk with a slightly more mischievous one. She shook her head slightly at his suggestion and glanced over toward the donors. With a scrunch of her nose, she turned back to Sebastian. "No, I prefer to catch my own dinner," she told him plainly.
"But what is your 'type'?" Nympha questioned thoughtfully, though with a mock sort of curiosity. "Do you mean blood type, because I'll take any kind." All joking aside, she was rather intrigued by this guy.
Nympha stretched her arms behind her back, then over her head, and finally rested them across her chest. "It's rather boring here. All this desperation starts to get to your head, you know?" she asked him rhetorically, gesturing to her temple. "And if you haven't found anything you liked here, then why hang around?" It was a simple observation, really. She shrugged in response to her own question and then stooped down to Sebastian's level again. A glimmer of impishness glinted in her eyes as she looked at his. "Let's start some trouble, yeah?" words: 554;; outfit: voila!;; notes: gawd short AGAIN |
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Post by sebastian grey roth on Feb 1, 2012 0:42:53 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'VE SEEN THOSE HUSH HUSH LOOKS YOU GIVE The Words: 874 The Outfit: hallo The Notes blaaah On the surface, she reminded him of the many female vampires he had been introduced to over the years, many of them being owners of important businesses and the like. But whether a female vampire was the owner of something important or not usually did nothing to hurt their pride. They were usually alluring creatures, compelling by nature despite their very cold and bloodless state. Even if he would not admit it allowed or on this occasion there had been plenty of times that Sebastian had been sent away to do business in another city with another vampire for dear old Anastasia and every time he had found himself faced with a handsome creature whether male or female. Vampires were not exactly Nosferatu. If they had been then surely so many silly humans would not have fallen into their clutches. Ugly things had a much more difficult time in this word and with the exceptional beauty of vampires it was no wonder they carried themselves in such a way. This female was no exception. The way she approached him and the way she showed no trepidation for the stranger only further showed her confidence in herself. But, perhaps, this little fledgling overestimated herself or underestimated him. Sometimes that happened as well. Even so, Sebastian simply continued grinning back at her, still unfazed.
Sebastian let a chuckle emerge as his nose wrinkled up to show his amusement. He turned his eyes back toward the crowd, as it still hunting for the perfect person to pluck out of it. Well, he supposed he really was still doing that but he hardly had his heart in it at the moment. There wasn’t anything that screamed at him to be brought to Rome and that meant he shouldn’t bother taking it with him. So he put most of his energy into amusing the girl who had decided to share a table with him. “My type…” he mused, tilting his chin upward with thought. “Ah, my type is nothing important. And, no, I don’t mean blood type.” He furrowed his brows curiously and looked back toward her. “I wasn’t aware that any vampires preferred a blood type,” he joked. “My type just isn’t very fun. Besides, I won’t be much fun to try and catch.” He emphasized on the word catch to remind her of her earlier statement. If she really did enjoying hunting down a meal then Sebastian would not be such a grand hunt.
How interesting that she thought this place boring! Okay, at the moment Sebastian did not exactly find it the most amusing of places but that was only because he could not find a proper man to take back to his boss. On any other occasion he would probably find this place at least somewhat interesting. It was in no means dull or boring, it was simply not overly fun unless you had a bit to drink or enjoyed having staring contests (neither of which Sebastian was an avid participant in). It was probably stranger so since she was a vampire. Vampires had built places such as this strictly for their pleasures! It was crawling with people who wanted to work for them and to please them. They may have wanted it mostly for the pay but since when did a vampire want to be caught up in a heated romance with a donor or a familiar? As far as he was concerned, being close to a human was a silly thing indeed! This, of course, did not include him and Anastasia’s relationship. It did happen by surprise anyways and she had not expected to enjoy Sebastian as much as she did and he could say the same about her.
Sebastian looked to her incredulously now. “Then why hang around indeed,” he thought aloud back at her. He let his words hang in the air for a few moments, his dark eyes scanning over her light features with some wonder. It was just so out of character to him for a vampire not to be stalking the room with at least a minor interest. The bloodsuckers surely weren’t that picky! Even Anastasia could have found something if she had really wanted to have some fun. Perhaps this was just a young one, disappointed in what was before her. He supposed it wasn’t nearly as glamorous as one thought it could be.
“Trouble?” he echoed. He then returned the smirk to her. “Ah, easy to say for a vampire but what of a human?” Of course, this was in no way Sebastian telling her that he was not interested. If anyone knew Sebastian then they knew that the familiar was always up for a bit of mischief as he could usually get himself out of it. And Sebastian found no need of explanation when he lifted himself from his seat. He turned his body to face her and started to slowly walk back in toward the crowd, a grin on his face. “And what kind of trouble is it that you like, lady vampire?” he called over to her, catching attention from other female vampires. “Shall I find you someone with a promising vein in their necks? Or would you rather sift through here yourself?” |
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Post by nympha saile vesper on Feb 4, 2012 1:15:18 GMT -6
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The pale eyes of Nympha flashed cautiously to him as he began to speak. She had almost forgotten what they had been talking about, but recalled the topic as he replied. "Oh, no fun to catch, huh?" she questioned in a disappointed manner. "I think I would be the judge of that!" She nudged him playfully, to express the humor in her words.
The vampire had no clue what to expect of this human. He was different, for sure, and because of that, was probably fairly unpredictable. Nympha had a difficult time deciding whether to be cautious or excited because of his new personality. It was definitely shocking to meet a human so brazen, but it was also a bit frightening. Nympha knew of the hunters out there. But for a hunter to be so deep into the vampires' abyss, it was suicide. Besides, Nympha had already established mentally that this human was a familiar. Or, rather, she had gone down a mental checklist until familiar was the only option.
As Sebastian got to his feet, Nympha was more than alert then. She had completely missed his previous words, and her interest was no piqued. The only question that coursed through her mind was, what was he doing? Immediately, she tensed up, but when he called out to her from across the room, a light shade of red instantly lit up her cheeks. The vampire smothered her face in her hands, trying to shield the eyes of the other vampires. It was unlike a creature of the night to be embarrassed, but Nympha still very much harbored the feelings and personality of her human counterpart.
Slowly, she uncovered her eyes, only to find Sebastian standing in the middle of the crowd. Her gaze shifted from him to the others who seemed to be staring daggers at her and him. Nympha returned her attention to him and curled her lip in a snarl. As threatening as it seemed though, it was in good manner.
Despite her chagrin, Nympha rose from her seat, and gracefully trotted toward Sebastian. When she was close to him, she placed her hand gently over his mouth, and placing her face in front of his, told him, "Be quiet." Her words were stern and demanding, but the smirk on her face was hardly the same. "If you don't, I'll bite your neck!" With that being said, she uncovered his mouth and took a step or two away from him. Though her voice was rough, condescending almost, her demeanor was anything but. Her body language was light and buoyant, uncharacteristic of her species.
Nympha stared hard at him for a moment, searching him for his next move. However, she wasn't going to wait for him to make a next move. She stepped forward, grabbed his wrist in both of her hands, and began to tug him out of the crowd. She backed up, looking over her shoulder as she did so. When Nympha felt she was comfortably out of the limelight, her eyes darted to his. She scrunched her nose in mock disdain. "What do you have to say for yourself!" she exclaimed, punching his shoulder with amusement. words: 602;; outfit: voila!;; notes: typed this twice >_< |
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Post by sebastian grey roth on Feb 5, 2012 21:16:22 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'VE SEEN THOSE HUSH HUSH LOOKS YOU GIVE The Words: 684 The Outfit: hallo The Notes blaaah A crimson almost as red as her hair flushed over the vampire’s face! Sebastian did not let his features change to show his amusement toward her highlighted cheeks though. The human familiar instead kept his expression calmed with the subtle signs of an innocent grin. Any eyes that were lingering on him were lost and unaccounted for as he felt no need to worry about them. If anyone decided to approach him he was quite masterful in the art of sweet talking out of harm’s way. There wasn’t a hint of concern in his disposition and his trim figure stood confidently among the sea of beings that he had backed himself into. In the dimness of the room his eyes almost appeared black as he watched her, inviting her silently to make the next move and be bold. He would not falter though, if she decided that she did not want to make any kind of scene among her peers. Sebastian would roll with the punches, so to speak. Whatever came at him he would be prepared and needed no prompting to make a choice on what to do with himself. His dark brown eyes glinted with a mischievous curiosity.
The girl rose from her seat, he made note of her curled lip, and she started his way. He watched her, his feet coming to a complete standstill as she caught up to him. When she pressed her hand against his mouth Sebastian did not flinch away but instead let one of his eyebrows raise upward to ask her silently what her intentions were. Her demand fell on deaf ears. Sebastian was horrible at keeping his comments to himself and even more dreadful at following directions very well. So he merely stared back at her, blinking mindlessly at her hollow threat until she freed his mouth. His eyes played the part well of looking surprised even if in his heart he felt anything but. It was fun to play along with these things, however, and if he could keep her on her toes the more fun it would be. Being predictable was not in Sebastian’s character!
Even if she had tried to sound tough she had made a point that she was not just by the language that her body was speaking to him. She was playing along with it, despite her earlier flush of color. He could feel that her words carried no true threat to him and she was more than likely more interested in his company than his demise. This was almost always a good sign when dealing with the likes of a vampire.
Sebastian allowed her to take his wrist in her hands and then pull him back out of the crowd. While she did so he went ahead and pulled his stare away so that he could look around at all the eyes staring at them. A few times he met up with some strange looks, answering them all with a dumb grin as if he were just some silly human coming and thinking he could do whatever he pleased. He quite enjoyed getting looks of utter disgust or complete interest. There was always good and bad in every single situation, after all.
Eventually she had stopped him and he turned his eyes back down on her. Again Sebastian let his wide grin open up to expose his white teeth while his mouth hung open with pretend surprise. He rubbed his arm where she had punched him. “I was only trying to be polite,” he chimed in finally, sounding playfully exasperated. “I thought by your discomfort here that you may have been new and I only wanted to find you someone to better suit your company! I pick through desperate crowds all day long and surely could have picked one out for you.” He wasn’t being completely true. Most of this had only been to show her that he was up for what she had wanted to do: trouble. Had she not stopped him then he would have surely found someone to drag over and apparently embarrass her with. |
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Post by nympha saile vesper on Feb 18, 2012 23:35:26 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » RIP OUT OUR NECKS. Nympha should have known that his human would be trouble. Actually, she had known it. She could tell in his eyes that he was mischievous. And to her, that glimmer of mischief was beautiful. Like a flawless diamond. Nympha just couldn't how or why it was so gorgeous. Perhaps because it was rare. Especially for a human. Even though humans were naturally curious creatures, seldom did they ever challenge a vampire like this one did.
As Nympha pulled him away from the crowd, she kept a tender, almost concerned, look on her face coupled with a dangerous smile. It was a conflicting expression, if anything. She tried not to hurt him, knowing that her vampire strength was comparable to that of an elephant in musk. Though, at the same time, she didn't let her grip go lax, as she didn't want him running back into the crowd to embarrass her further. He seemed calm, however, and seemed to utterly disregard her.
The vampire pulled him as far as she found necessary to be out of the gaze of the other vampires. Once she stopped, she looked straight at him, her eyes quite wide with awe and her face still stricken with indiscretion. Though, her brows were furrowed with fearlessness. And despite this human's very charismatic speaking skills, Nympha could see right through him, as he probably intended.
She scrutinized his facial features for a moment, her eyes deadlocked on him. She was trying to read him, to get a better grip on his character. But he was many different people. It was difficult to get one foothold in his true personality. Though, perhaps his true personality was to be so faceted.
As he spoke, Nympha looked him straight in the eyes. Her own would occasionally flicker from his optics to his lips. As she retained her stare on his lips, the corners of her lips would tug in an upward manner. Just watching him talk was amusing enough.
She got right in his face, invading his personal space almost. Though she was not nearly as tall as him, she acted as though she were looking down on him. Her body was close to his, but in more of an intimidating manner. Except, she was anything but intimidating. And had she been human, she would be as harmless as a fly. The vampire scrunched her nose up at Sebastian, and curled back her lip in a daunting, little smile. "You shouldn't worry so much about me," she warned. "I'll learn to fit in."
Nympha continued to grin up at him, waiting to see how he reacted to the invasion of his boundaries. She honestly had no problem with it, even if it was a human, but he could be a vampire, and that was good enough for her. Not that it really mattered whether he was vampire or not. She really was looking too deeply into this.
She put both hands on the male's chest and began to push him backwards ever so slowly. Her eyes were fixed firmly on his chest, as if in a trance. When she neared a secluded corner at the other side of the room, she gave Sebastian a neat shove, and simply stood where she was, grinning mischievously. She didn't exactly know where she was going with this, but she knew that she didn't want to be in the crowd of people. And maybe she wanted this human to herself. Maybe. But who could ever tell with Nympha. She liked to toy with people, especially mortals. Though, this male seemed the same way. Which could turn into quite the competition. words: 607;; outfit: voila!;; notes: finallyyyy |
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Post by sebastian grey roth on Feb 19, 2012 17:54:41 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'VE SEEN THOSE HUSH HUSH LOOKS YOU GIVE The Words: 721 The Outfit: hallo The Notes blaaah She obviously did not want to have the kind of trouble that he had in mind. She didn’t want him to drag anyone out of the crowd with their fuse about to blow or with their curiosity in full. She wanted to be spared all of the embarrassment that could have apparently come with that - he wasn’t even sure what there was to be really embarrassed about, it was all in good fun after all. The familiar would spare her though and would go along with whatever it was that she actually did desire. That did not mean that he would follow her completely. Sebastian was always sure to make certain that things worked out just as well for him! He would not let anyone take advantage of him or try and persuade him into doing what they wanted. No, this human had a mind of his own and was more than willing to keep it that way. Even the pressures of a vampire could not change his mind. What use was it to be a creature of will when you did not even make your own decisions and fight for your right to do so? And where would he be today without his notorious streak of strong determination? He might as well continue to surprise her.
The female was close to him now but he made no move to forfeit any of the space he occupied. The almost pitch black irises stared right back at her impressively clear ones. He looked down at her, looking less than impressed, and allowed his open mouthed grin to dissipate in a quick second. Being like most other creatures on the planet he wasn’t always sure about his space being invaded. But he was also a being who was used to having a needle probing around for veins and he had been the victim of plenty of curious doctors. It was nothing new to have someone so close, the feelings of intimidation having long disappeared. Not to mention it simply was not in Sebastian’s personal to accept any kind of defeat. Even when she had placed both of her pale hands against his chest Sebastian made little move to stop or acknowledge it, at first. He merely continued on with staring right back at her icy blue eyes with their all too perfect outline of black. Even when her eyes dropped away, his did not relent.
He was sure he could have stood his ground had he wanted to. Being a vampire she may have had some kind of upper hand in strength but he felt no powerful pressure behind her pushing. Just a light guide to back him up into the nearest wall. He let her deceitfully small frame take him to where she wanted him, only stopping when he felt the mass of a wall against his shoulder blades.
Sebastian was usually decent at figuring people out (vampires included) but unlike his companion he was sure that she had an idea of where she was taking this. His mind worked quickly to decide whether or not he approved of the actions and would let her proceed. Vampires could be devilish things and take advantage of a human in the blink of an eye. It was very likely that he was letting her set him up for a pair of things to be lodged into the plump vein at the crook of his neck. It was also a good chance that she was trying to get him swept up with an array of human desire and vampire lust. She was about to find out just how disciplined he was if she dared to take either route.
He allowed his head to recline against the wall and continued to eye her from there. “And what fun is it that we can have in this corner?” he asked her incredulously (and a secret certainty). “The crowd is behind you, as well as the trouble. Unless you find me far more troublesome than an entire flock of vampires.” He had yet to show her another grin and instead continued with his firm stare, his look doubtful. Then his shoulders sloped upward in a slow shrug. “Make your move, lady vampire. Though it is very rude to corner someone without even asking them of their name.” |
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Post by nympha saile vesper on Feb 19, 2012 22:02:50 GMT -6
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It was foolish to say that Nympha wasn't attracted to him. At the moment, all she could think about were those large, brown-almost-black eyes. She had honestly never been interested in brown eyes, but his glinted like diamond at the bottom of the ocean. And his hair... it was so playfully kept. Oh, and that devious, little smile. His teeth like a perfect row of pearls. Lips lively and just... Yes, it was definitely foolish to say Nympha didn't like him at all.
But to say that Nympha would pounce on a human like this was just as foolish. She knew a worthy adversary when she saw one. He could certainly not overpower her, but he was a strong one in wit. He could probably dupe her more than enough times. And that was quite a feat to do to a vampire aging over a century. She had seen it all, heard it all, experienced it all. But this male had seen, heard, and experience just a little more.
Nympha's puzzled look met his doubtful one. It confounded her a bit more to see that he wasn't smiling or grinning like he had been all night. Her immediate reaction was to frown and lower her eyes, brows furrowed, creased with deep thought. "Names? Names! Who needs to know names?"
She remained still for what seemed like a very long time. The gears in her head did not work as quickly in the club, the air thick with desperation and whatnot. But when she finally did snap back to reality, she sashayed over to Sebastian in the corner. She practically leaned herself against him as casually as she could. Her eyes lingered on his chest as her fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt. For a few moments, that seemed to be all that was in her line of sight. Eventually, her attention aimlessly turned up toward his visage, and a smile inadvertently crept across her own. A very mischievous, surreptitious smile, notably. It was clear she was up to no good.
Her first instinct at this level of closeness was to scrutinize his tender throat. As primal as it was to simply clamp down, Nympha had been a vampire long enough to control her urges and instead, she simply tore her gaze away from his neck and peered up and into his eyes. Though, her mind was still thinking about the blood flowing through that awfully large vein. It was big enough, wasn't it? He could definitely share it.
Nympha took a step back, though still staring yearningly at him. She tried to convince herself that this man was not a donor and not just some human prey. In fact, she was already very attached to him. Like a sort of stray puppy, almost.
She shrugged nonchalantly at him, as if she thought nothing of backing off. She tried to play it off like she had totally meant to be a tease or something, but it was blatantly obvious that she had a sort of exaggeration.
"Well, how was that for a move?" Nympha questioned, sounding amused. "I find some human interaction nice, myself. You know, just a bit." She shrugged again coolly. words: 581;; outfit: voila!;; notes: make a move! |
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Post by sebastian grey roth on Feb 20, 2012 1:54:22 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'VE SEEN THOSE HUSH HUSH LOOKS YOU GIVE The Words: 729 The Outfit: hallo The Notes blaaah The spirited familiar held his ground as she cast him her curious looks. Never once did his lips twitch toward becoming a grin and he kept his eyes from sparkling with playful delight. It was a terribly easy thing to do and he almost felt bad for possibly making her believe in his false guise. Those feelings of guilt were easily brushed away though considering it was all in a day’s work when it came to Sebastian. He was used to putting on such an act and that was how he had gotten so good at staying stone faced or at looking extremely amused when he was not. The human was certain that he could have pursued a career in acting if he had thought of it before! Alas, he simply hadn’t the luck to find himself in the wealthy shoes of an actor. Being a familiar, he supposed, could be the next best thing.
So she wasn’t going to let her name slip? Would she rather that he called her lady vampire all night long? He could do it though he honestly would have rather had a name to call her. But he would play whatever game it was that she had in mind and he pushed the idea away with another shrug.
“In that case, I’d like to be referred to as bloody Jack Dawson for the remainder of our time together,” he put, throwing his hands up to show his indifference. May as well go with a name that conjured an image of devotion and romance, huh? He wasn’t sure how well he’d remember being called Jack throughout the night though.
He watched in silence as a smile finally curled onto her lips. It was a smile, he noted, that held a very mischievous air and he honestly could not put together what her next move would be. She had seemed apprehensive when she had first gotten him over to this corner. It was like she hadn’t the slightest idea of what she wanted to do with him from there. Now he had a feeling that things were about to change, but he wasn’t certain how considering her earlier pause. He could come up with plenty of scenarios but was unfortunately aware that he could only wait to find the course she picked to take. After all, Sebastian had already decided that he was not going to let this female vampire take advantage of him in any way. He already knew the part that he was to play; now what was hers going to be?
She remained close to him, even after the devious grin. He could feel the coolness of her against him and he kept a very careful watch on her eyes. It was still unclear what her intentions were, after all. She may have been looking for a bite or something else. He may have to remind her that he wasn’t donor and he was not here for those kinds of pleasures. Even if he was not a vampire, he expected the same kind of respect that she did. Not to mention, Sebastian also just wasn’t fond of vampires trying to clamp onto his neck or other veins.
When she stepped away from him and spoke, he could not help but cock a brow. Again, he found himself questioning her. What the hell was she up to? She looked just as baffled as he felt! But he supposed that neither of them had to say anything about it. What was the point in pointing out something like that to a prideful vampire in any case? Such arguments were petty and no fun at all. So he let her slip away and give him her reply.
“Could have had more fun,” he spoke blandly, nodding to the crowd beyond her. He wasn’t finished with his charade of looking unimpressed. “But I suppose that was all you could do with me.” He tapped two fingers against the side of his own throat. “Forbidden fruit and all.” Sebastian made his way away from the wall then and slowly stepped by her. He ran his finger across her ear as he passed by. “Let’s find you a proper meal,” he told her quietly. Then, with a flick of her red hair, Sebastian slipped away from her yet again and started to make his way through the crowd. |
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Post by nympha saile vesper on Feb 22, 2012 23:02:23 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » RIP OUT OUR NECKS. It wasn't entirely in Nympha's nature to have such a strong desire for blood. Sure, she was a vampire, and when she was hungry, then she was hungry. But she could definitely compose herself better than most. Being so close to him, though... it drove her crazy. Or perhaps it drove her crazy because he wasn't a donor, and he wasn't just some human she could pluck out of the crowd. He was prohibited, off-limits, and that was what she wanted. What a dark temptation.
Nympha was quite disappointed with the male's new attitude, however. He seemed apathetic, at best. It downright confounded her how he could be so jovial and erratic previously, and now he was... tart. And not delicious like a fruit tart, no. Tart like... sour. Though, she supposed hanging around with cold, undead, haughty beings could do that to a person. But Nympha couldn't help that she was cold and undead. She didn't really think she was that haughty, either. Why, if she had been, she would have taken a bite out of his neck without a care for his opinion on the matter.
With a scrunch of her nose to show her bitterness toward his newly found personality, she responded, "Oh, Jack Dawson? From that movie, um... Titanic?" She nodded knowingly. "That's a pretty boring name, don't you think!" she mostly exclaimed to herself, noting his callous gesture.
As she stood a few paces from him, she tried to look as upset as a short, fiery-haired vampire girl could look. Which, surprisingly, was not very intimidating... She was almost comparable to a teacup chihuahua chasing a tiger. But, chihuahuas could be ferocious, right?
Nympha watched on as he carried out his little charade. Her eyes followed his fingers pointedly as they tapped on his neck. Even after his hand fell from his throat, her eyes lingered for just a moment longer. His musk was just overpowering.
Fortunately, the brush of his fingers against her ear resuscitated her. It sent a wave of sensation coursing through her veins and through her dead, dead heart. And it was unlike anything she had felt in years. Warmth. Like sunlight. Like hot tea trickling down the throat. Like the summer's breeze. Oh, it was just euphonious, but it only lasted a moment, a millisecond, a hair's breadth.
She turned after him as soon as he flicked her hair, and nipped at his heels yearningly. By now, she was his lost puppy, following him blindly wherever. Not only was she ravenous, but she was dazed by... feelings. Unjustifiable, tepid feelings.
Nympha slipped through the crowd with him, not really caring who jostled or shoved her. Her sights were set solely on him, primarily on the nape of his neck, but on him, nonetheless.
As she approached him, close enough to touch, she halted him from behind with a hand on either of his shoulders. She placed her jaw on his shoulder (though she had to stand on her toes a bit), and scrunched up her nose. "I don't want any of these humans," she told him softly against his ear. Nympha continued to rest her head there, quite occupied with his brown eyes. She didn't think once about what he may have felt with her sudden pounce. It was obvious he wanted more fun, and this was her idea of fun. A snack, maybe, but that's not really what she had meant by her statement. To him, it probably sounded like she was just another starved vampire looking for a morsel. And, hey, Nympha had no problem with taking what she wanted, but she didn't want to come off that way. words: 611;; outfit: voila!;; notes: humans... |
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Post by sebastian grey roth on Feb 23, 2012 15:01:41 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] I'VE SEEN THOSE HUSH HUSH LOOKS YOU GIVE The Words: 421 The Outfit: hallo The Notes blaaah She was quick to follow. He knew that she would be. She had already shown obvious interest in him and Sebastian had already doubted that she would let him slip away so easily, especially when he had left a challenge in her ear. Even if he had not yet learned the redhead’s name he had already managed to get a little insight on her personality. She would not let him slip out of her sights without getting what she wanted, not this easily at least. The vampire woman was interested in him and Sebastian wasn’t about to get any less interesting, he was sure.
He continued his trail through the crowd, taking long strides and letting his dark eyes scan the breadth of the room. Some eyes still lingered in their direction but not so many anymore. Surely it was a boring show to them as Sebastian was more than sure that there were plenty of strange things that had happened in here in the past! There always was an excitable donor or two who could spice up the nights with their shouts of surprise or disagreement, after all. He briefly wondered if this redhead was going to have to make him be so dramatic. Mostly in jest, of course.
There wasn’t a bit of surprise in him when her hands stopped his trek forward. Sebastian stopped and stood where he was, calmly drawing breath and waiting for her to speak. His dark brows sloped upward and he turned his chin to peek over at the vampire who had rested her shin on his shoulder. He did not give her his full attention, however. No, Sebastian decided that he would make her wait to have that. Just as quickly as he had looked back at her Sebastian was once again turning his eyes to look forward, even as she spoke against his ear.
Sebastian finally cracked a grin and even if he was not facing her the smile was indeed for her words. Unfortunately for her, he had a simple reply to that. “Then you’re out of luck. The only neck you want is off limits.” His words were calm and he continued staring forward, looking rather stoic now. He glanced back at her again. “My name is Sebastian Roth. My boss is Anastasia Fairbanks and she would hardly appreciate if you decided to try anything,” he turned his chin toward her more so now, a smile on his lips. “Of course, I doubt this would stop you. Am I right?” |
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Post by nympha saile vesper on Feb 23, 2012 23:11:04 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/BACKGROUNDS/fk5qwnjpg.png); width: 457px; padding-top: 30; padding-bottom: 30; -moz-border-radius: 35 35 35 35; -webkit-border-radius: 35 35 35 35;]hi » RIP OUT OUR NECKS. Nympha eyed him ever so curiously. She wanted to know why he was so enticing. What set this human apart from all the others? Had he not been so warm, she could have very well mistaken him for a vampire. His attitude was certainly inhuman, and more like that of the undead. Yet he was so mortal, so easy to take advantage of. Maybe she liked that knowledge, that he was mortal. It made her pursuit less like a hunt and more like a cat and mouse game.
She continued to eye him, even as he spoke. Her attention moved to what she could see of his lips, though. A carefully placed grin moved over his face, and an impish one replaced her own. Even when his visage took a stern turn, she kept on smiling. She was beginning to catch on to his little acts.
Anastasia Fairbanks? Boy, did that sound familiar. Nympha had never met the girl in person, but knew very well that she was a noble. And that meant that this Sebastian guy was fairly prestigious. Nympha wasn't... afraid of a noble, per se, and certainly not afraid of a little familiar, but she didn't want to get on the shit list of a noble.
However, Nympha did not relent her grip on him. She wasn't going to show how intimidated she was by a noble's familiar. Not only that, but he had practically challenged her, with that smug smirk and his daunting words. Being a vampire plagued by hubris, she wasn't going to let this underling challenge her.
"Sebastian Roth," she repeated absently. Nympha looked into his big, brown eyes, and then turned them downcast. A fiendish smile crept across her features, revealing just slightly her elongated fangs. There was a swift lick of the exterior of her teeth. She moved her lips toward his neck, acting as if she were going to bite him. Instead, she merely brushed the very peak of her incisors against his skin. If he only knew how much control that took.
Nimbly, she slipped out from behind and stood in front of him now. With hands on hips, she gave him an expecting look: brow cocked, head tilted, and a smug grin. "I don't want you for your blood," she told him matter-of-factly. "What were you thinking?"
Nympha turned up her nose at him, as if insulted. She started to walk away, uninterested, but Sebastian probably knew full well that she would come back. And, coincidentally, she hadn't made it a full yard before she came back, grabbing onto his wrist. But instead of pulling him along somewhere, she moved close to him. "And if you were trying to scare me with being Anastasia's familiar and all, well... it didn't work!" Nympha exclaimed jubilantly. Though, the flickering smile on her lips would have said otherwise.
"Now," she started, turning her eyes down for a moment, "where were we?" As she questioned him, she looked up, blinking innocently. She still had a grip on his wrist, though she had twisted it behind her back. She gave his arm a playful tug, obviously wanting him to make some sort of effort to get her to let go. Nympha even wrapped her fingers a bit tighter around, though being careful not to hurt him, as sometimes her heightened strength got the best of her. "What was that you were saying about fun before?" words: 571;; outfit: voila!;; notes: shortttt |
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