Isabel
Half-Vampire
Departed
Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
Posts: 48
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Post by Isabel on Dec 18, 2007 21:58:15 GMT
Isabel was oblivious to the malicious prescence not three feet from her. She was busy scouting the club; part habit and part curiosity. The large majority of the patrons were humans, she ventured, but her sharpened sense of smell detected brief hints of other species: wolf, shifter...vampire. The latter scent was the strongest and Isabel soon found out why.
"Hey there, pretty lady."
The scent of death and decay was more than a little nauseating, but the grimace on her face was hidden by the rim of her glass. He would have been handsome were it not for the deathly pallor over his features or the crimson that shone briefly in his eyes. "You look like my type," he rumbled cockily.
"Trust me," Isabel returned in an airy fashion. "I'm really not."
His smirk was the condescending sort, enough to raise Isabel's hackles as he spoke in what was supposed to be a soothing tone, she gathered. "Now now, baby, don't be so rude." He moved in closer as he continued, "I'm just offering to show you a good time."
And then he gripped at her elbow. Isabel reacted instantaneously, whirling in her chair to snatch the offending hand and squeeze it in her grip. She growled over the male bloodsucker's gasp, "Touch me again, leech, and you'll lose that hand. I promise."
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Mike
Human
Departed
Sorting out the truth is a science in and of itself.
Posts: 57
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Post by Mike on Dec 18, 2007 22:29:16 GMT
Blissfully oblivious to what was going on around him in the club- or, at least, blissfully oblivious to vampires- half or full- and werewolves that might be in the club, at any rate- Mike picked up his soda and slipped away from the bar, deciding that he was going to move closer to the dance floor, which would put him conveniently closer to the three women that he was trying to decide between. There were, he knew, plenty of guys who had one night stands and he was just another one, but that didn’t make him a bad guy. He just wasn’t demanding. He didn’t want anything long term- not yet- and he always, always made that clear before he headed off with a woman. He wasn’t a complete bastard; he wasn’t going to lead some poor woman into thinking that he wanted something long term with her just to drop her the next day. He just wanted to have a little fun and when he found a woman who felt the same way he did about it, then he knew that he had hit the jackpot for the night.
He knew perfectly well that he was running risks by doing what he did- he wasn’t an idiot… Or maybe he was, since he did know what could happen and did what he did anyway. Either way, it didn’t matter. He was who he was and it was going to take a lot to change that.
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
Posts: 90
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 19, 2007 5:47:40 GMT
Thatcher would never have admitted it aloud, but watching one leech physically reprimand another was downright amusing to him. Maybe, if he was lucky, they would scrap and kill one another, but that wouldn’t help with the itch beneath the surface, the growing, swelling need to track and hunt and kill. For now, it was something he could curb, restrain and reign in, containing it so it didn’t build to unbearable levels while he was inside the busy club.
Hazel eyes that hinted at wolfen yellow watched the interaction with that veiled amusement and a semi-sneer. Why didn’t they just put one another out of their misery? What was the point in a filthy, continued existence when blood no longer pumped, hearts no longer beat? They were cold and empty; icy and hollow and dead. What sort of pathetic imitation of life was that? Thatcher almost snorted as he held his glass close to his mouth, poised on the verge of drinking but curious to see how this spat would turn out.
He was hardly about to help the female with her ‘problem’, after all.
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Isabel
Half-Vampire
Departed
Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
Posts: 48
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Post by Isabel on Dec 19, 2007 8:09:00 GMT
The altercation didn't warrant much attention from those around her -- most of them were too drunk to care or not interested in being involved. Either way, it was a good thing for Isabel. Just for kicks, she twisted a little harder and watched the bloodsucker squirm. "Why don't you go find a neck to chew on?" she sneered.
With that, she all but shoved him back. The male glared at her, practically snarled, and she answered with a flash of crimson to her dark eyes. As he slunk off, Isabel returned to her drink, finishing off the cocktail and smiling brightly at the 'tender when he offered a refill. "No, thank you," was her response, but she left him with one hell of a tip before she hopped down from her perch with every intention of joining the crowd on the floor. The only thing that stopped her was the burning sensation of eyes on her. Isabel turned, quickly -- she only managed to catch the male's gaze for a moment, but it was enough to make her frown.
Huh. Curiouser and curiouser...
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
Posts: 90
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 21, 2007 2:50:23 GMT
True enough, Lunacy was hardly known for its tame interaction and friendly chats. Thatcher had known that the very instant he had walked in the door his first time, and it was something he secretly appreciated, the refreshing crush of arrogance and tempers; people didn’t sugar-coat here, they said what they meant and wore their true masks, whatever those might be. He had encountered some truly unsavoury characters here, on the darker, fouler nights, but they didn’t faze him. He was all too used to the gritty, even murderous underworld of Los Angeles by now.
Thatcher had been in the process of turning his gaze away from the dark-haired female when her eyes turned in his direction, wolf meeting vampire for only an instant before his attention was on some nondescript point beyond and away from her, across the dance floor and the writhing mass of bodies. His expression gave nothing away, but there was a subtle tension through his broad shoulders that might, to a trained eye, betray his readiness. It was habit, an ever-present state that he couldn’t shake, and honestly, he never wanted to. The one time in his life he had fully let down his guard, it had cost him everything.
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Isabel
Half-Vampire
Departed
Shoot 'em up, bang-bang...
Posts: 48
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Post by Isabel on Dec 21, 2007 4:51:41 GMT
He'd been watching her. Only reason he would have bothered to turn away so fast. There was something about the male that made her tense, made the proverbial warning bells go off in her head, but she had to admit that she was curious. But no, he seemed content in his loneliness and who was she to interrupt. Isabel brushed off the incident and turned back to her intended path, smiling as her favorite song kicked into high gear.
And then, of course, something else decided to pull her away from her fun. The yelp was quiet, nigh-inaudible to anyone with average hearing, but even with the pounding music, Isabel picked up on it. She turned to see that same damned creep-leech with his hand over the mouth of a poor redheaded human. The girl's dark eyes went wide with fear as she was dragged out the back door.
Damn. Stupid conscience. It took her only a minute to make up her mind; she grabbed her duster from the coat room and slipped out to follow the bloodsucker.
Continued at: Back Alley
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Thatcher
Rogue Werewolf
Vampire Hunter
Whatever pain may come, today this ends.
Posts: 90
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Post by Thatcher on Dec 28, 2007 21:42:51 GMT
Whoever had thought of the adage ‘curiosity killed the cat’ had obviously never met vampires and werewolves; they were just as susceptible to their inquisitiveness and its ability to draw them into trouble, manageable or otherwise. They were even more likely to be drawn by that than humans, if only because of their nature, werewolves especially. But Thatcher had learned a long time ago, decades ago, that curiosity without readiness and preparation really could get you killed. It had very nearly caused him serious injury in the past, and on several occasions he had been lucky to escape without one new scar or another.
The she-vampire hadn’t been the only one to hear the yelp, and immediately hazel eyes that were waning yellow turned in the direction of the sound’s origin, the low rumble of a growl picking up in the base of his throat. The female vampire slipped off his radar even before she had moved out of sight, and Thatcher slid easily off his stool, abandoning his drink in favour of doing his job; the job he had come here with the intention of doing, everything else be damned. Fun and free time didn’t even glean acknowledgement in his life, not anymore, not with the constant plague of vampires, and over the last two weeks, they had driven him increasingly towards the edge, making him more intent and vicious and focused.
Cutting through the crowds easily, he moved for the back door, not even realising it hadn’t had time to catch in its frame properly after the last exiting party before he was pushing out as well, hand already reaching for a concealed weapon.
Continued at: Back Alley.
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Mike
Human
Departed
Sorting out the truth is a science in and of itself.
Posts: 57
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Post by Mike on Feb 18, 2008 19:38:45 GMT
Well, this had proven to be boring, so Mike supposed that it was time to move on. Maybe he would call it a night and just go home alone. It annoyed him when he had to do that, but sometimes a guy just had to go off and spend a night all by his lonesome. Maybe the following night would prove to be better for him. He finished off his drink and headed for the door, putting his glass on the bar as he passed. Maybe he'd stop off somewhere and get some snacks before heading home. If he couldn't get a woman for the night, he may as well have some junk food.
Continued at: The Spot
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Mar 28, 2008 23:58:24 GMT
Continued from: Staff Lounge.
Letting the door to the staff lounge swing shut behind her, Laurie did a quick, efficient sweep of the bar and surrounding area with her eyes as she dusted off her hands, palm against palm, and then moved towards one of the other bartenders, a cute but slightly dull young man by the name of Bradley who had provided simple entertainment when there was little else going on, and since her fellow blonde was absent for the night, the pyrokinetic would have to make do with whoever she could find.
“So what did I miss during my short-lived freedom?” she asked him, prompting him to turn, his dark bangs tumbling across his eyes. Damn, if he wasn’t attractive…
“Not much. A guy and some girl had a ‘disagreement’ of some sort at the bar, but nothing happened.”
Sadly, he couldn’t even add a little colour to a simple explanation. Laurie sighed, already a little bored. “Too bad,” she said, loud enough for him to hear, “we could do with a little action in here tonight.” Even for Lunacy, this was sort of dull.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Jul 21, 2008 18:01:48 GMT
"Laurie!"
Somehow, Mimi managed to buzz in from the back room and hop neatly over the bar counter without breaking stride. 'Late' didn't quite cut it, but at least she'd showed up? It wasn't that she'd forgotten her shift tonight...okay, well, yes she had, but a playfully stern phone call from her manager had gotten the blonde in gear -- she had essentially bolted from her apartment, and was still somewhat out of breath at the moment.
"I'm sorreeeeee," she whined, barely glancing down as she reached for a pair of shot glasses and a bottle of whiskey. "You know how I get some days -- you haven't been too bored, have you?"
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Jul 21, 2008 21:20:50 GMT
Hearing her name called over the busy din of the club’s interior, Laurie gave a cheeky, energetic grin at the sight of her fellow blonde bartender as Mimi skimmed over the counter. “The boss-man is gonna have your ass if you keep this up,” she said to her fellow ‘tender’, laughing afterwards and shaking her head, even as she poured a shot of tequila for the guy in front of her, sliding it towards him and giving him a smile.
“What kept you? Did you have some… ‘distracting company’?” Laurie’s expression was mischievous at best, and her giggle, if you could call it that, was nothing short of devious. She knew she shouldn’t tease her friend and co-worker, but damn if Mimi didn’t make it easy.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Jul 22, 2008 3:45:06 GMT
"Pffft," was Mimi's original, oh-so-eloquent reply. She let Laurie think what she would as she poured off two shots of whiskey and slid one glass over to her fellow blonde 'tender before taking up the other for herself. "No, you dirty bird. Though I might always find someone interesting while I'm on tonight, you never know."
Being the good country girl that she was, she took the whiskey with little more than a wince. The management wasn't strict about drinking on the job, but Mimi knew her limits. Besides, a drunk bartender was just asking for trouble, and she had no intention of putting herself in a position to be taken advantage of. Plus, nobody wanted to tip the 'tender who kept sloshing their booze everywhere.
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Jul 22, 2008 21:59:23 GMT
Laurie’s smirk was youthful, and she laughed, downing the shot Mimi slid towards her, the glass put back down against the bar as the liquor sailed hotly down her throat. The bottle of tequila was put back in its place before she turned to grab the fresh tray of clean glasses from the washer, quickly setting herself to work in putting them back in their places, clean of alcohol and catching the light ever so slightly in fits and bursts.
“Blondie not good enough for you all of a sudden?” she quipped anew as she lifted her arm up over her head to put a few glasses away, one at a time, coming back to her feet, on the flats, one hand at her hip.
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Mimi
Human
Telepathic/Telekinetic Bartender: Lunacy
Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I oughta say no.
Posts: 161
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Post by Mimi on Jan 17, 2009 19:24:51 GMT
Mimi just laughed, taking up a couple of beers from the cooler and flicking the tops off before she handed them to their respective patrons. "3 bucks each, boys," she told them, turning back to Laurie as she took the cash. "And no, nosy -- ain't nothin' wrong with with 'Blondie'." Her grin became nothing short of wicked. "Nothin' at all. We just ain't exclusive, that's all."
Honestly, she wouldn't mind seeing Bo at some point during the night, but who knew where that hooligan was? Unless he specifically called her or showed up to see her, Mimi didn't make it her business to worry about where Bo was. He was a big boy; he could manage his own shit.
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Laurie
Human
Pyrokinetic Singer/Dancer: Lunacy
It's time to trust my instincts; close my eyes and leap!
Posts: 27
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Post by Laurie on Jan 17, 2009 21:35:30 GMT
With a few moments to spare to herself, the modest crowd at the bar apparently satisfied for now, Laurie rested her hip against the freshly-wiped counter to her other side, near the register. She moved back so Mimi could shove the cash into the drawer, the change soon snuggled comfortably into their tip jar on the insistence of the guys with the beers. Laurie shot them a grateful grin, and gave them both a teasing salute with her fingers off her brow; their chuckles were plenty reward enough, and soon her attention was right back on Mimi.
“Oh really?” Laurie intoned, doing her best to sound mischievous and, at the same time, interested. She was only teasing; Mimi’s new toy wasn’t really her type. A little too… well, he just wasn’t her type. That didn’t mean she couldn’t play, have her own fun. Whatever would make a weeknight shift at Lunacy more fun was always worth the effort. “Well why didn’t you say so?”
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