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Post by Ash on Mar 7, 2007 20:18:33 GMT -5
Ash walked into the club and sat down at the bar. She was incredibly bored, ready for anything to happen that might spark up her evening. She was hungry as well, having found very little who matched her intricate profile. But she refused to feed off of anything less. She looked around, but the bar was quiet this night.
Some mindless humans were dancing to pre-recorded music, losing brain cells by the minute. But even the number of those were few, and none of them attractive enough to fit the profile. If one had been, Ash would have walked over to the dancefloor and joined in, seducing her next victim. But alas, that was not the case.
She sighed, looking at the bartender of the night. Now, this girl who was rushing to serve everyone's drinks, she fit the profile. But it would be hard to get her to leave with Ash, because she was on the job. She wasn't dancing, or drinking, or anything like that. She was working.
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Post by Darren Lupus on Mar 8, 2007 0:01:28 GMT -5
His head was spinning, but not because of the hang over from previous days, no. He had been on a roll. A typing feenzy that lasted almost three days in which he got about three hours of sleep during those three days, and when the roll was over, he was only able to use 25% of what he had written. Typed.
The younger man sighed as he entered the club, to which he was a regular, and groaned. Mike was d.jing. He could tell because when "Fergy-lious" was playing, it was usually Mike. He hated Mike's taste in music. Give him a nice Aerosmith song or Queen or something from the past or something rock. That would do.
He approached the bar and gave a motion towards the bartender-Lilah, if he remembered correctly. "Usual Joe?" she asked, "Joe" being the nickname she had given him when he teased her about who he was, 'I'm just a regular Joe,' he had told her. He nodded as he leaned against the bar and waited for his drink. He glanced about him. Slow night. No one on his right, a woman on his left. A woman that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He glanced at her, fighting the urge to growl. Something made him sit on the bar-something he rarely did and took the glass-Scottish Holiday Sour-and sighed. "Slow night," he said to no one in particular.
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Post by Ash on Mar 8, 2007 16:41:01 GMT -5
Ash looked to the guy who just spoke. He looked familiar, and so was the sense she got from him. He wasn’t human, and Ash realized where she had seen him before. He was at this same club the other night Ash was here, he was there. She hadn’t talked to him, not interested by who or what he was at all.
But now, there was a different situation. He knew the bartender, which could in turn be very beneficial to Ash. This guy, he fit Ash’s profile, but he wasn’t human. His blood was tainted, in a way. Otherwise, Ash would have forgotten about the bartender entirely. Ash had thought of a way to get to the bartender, through this guy.
Usually, she would have ignored him, and let his comment sit in the air. But not now, not that she had reason to act better towards him. “Yeah,” she replied briefly. She thought of something else to say, something that would get him talking to her. “You come here a lot?”
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Post by Darren Lupus on Mar 9, 2007 18:32:52 GMT -5
Darren gave a small grin as he glanced around and sipped the drink. So she had listened and responded. He liked the way she spoke, confident and something else. He wasn't sure yet, but he made mental notes about it, for later.
He glanced back towards the bartender and gave the motion for "keep them coming" and she just rolled her eyes as he took another sip. "I do," he told the woman next time him, "I like the music," he told her, obviously lying as he gave a flick of his eyes in annoyance as another pop song played. Ugh. Pop. He couldn't stand it.
"You?" he asked after a moment of silence. The hairs on the back of his neck had yet to go down and he could smell-yes smell, for some reason he had a heightened sense of smell-something odd about the woman.
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Post by Ash on Mar 10, 2007 16:55:50 GMT -5
Ash shook her head, noting that she had no interest in the music playing. It was too happy, in a way. She had much preferred music with lower tones, and dark lyrics. She didn’t like any bands in particular, not taking time to listen much to music other than when she was at clubs. “It’s not my style,” she replied, looking at the man.
She turned her head to the bartender, the young woman which had held her interest, the reason she was talking to the man beside her at all. “Hey,” she said, leaning onto the counter. “What’s your name?” she asked. It appeared that the women was about to respond, but then some mindless human shouted to the bartender, ordering a drink.
The bartender offered a shrug, and turned to handle the drunk human about to get up on top of the counter. Ash was close to gaining a meal from this human, but someone had gotten in her way, that drunk human begging for more drinks. Ash pushed herself away from the counter, turning to look at the man once more. “Come here a lot?” she asked.
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Post by Darren Lupus on Mar 10, 2007 18:06:03 GMT -5
Darren gave a small laugh as he reached over the lady and grabbed the peanuts, unsure whether or not she was talking to him and brought them closer to him. 'Not her style', he absently wondered what her style was. Whatever it was, probably had more than this. He picked up a peanut and started to crack it, glancing up at Ash then to the bartender, wondering who Ash was talking to, and quickly realizing it. He coughed slightly, realizing that she wasn't talking to him and bit into the peanut.
"Hmm?" he asked, glancing back at Ash, a brow raised. Hadn't she asked that? Hadn't he answered it? Oops, perhasp she wasn't talking to him at all. Who was she talking to? The lack of sleep was taking its toll on his brain. "Me?" he asked rather dumbly giving another nod. "What about you?"
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Post by Ash on Mar 11, 2007 18:09:08 GMT -5
Ash shrugged in response, turning in her stool so that she was completely facing the man. He seemed confused as to whether or not she was talking to him, so she aimed to ease the confusion. This man could prove to be very helpful in the gaining of a symbiont, the bartender being the one she was focused on. "I'm pretty new here," she replied. "So I've only been here about twice."
"I remember you though," she continued. "I saw you here the last time I was here. I was talking to a girl, and you came and sat down." Ash was actually hoping that he remembered seeing her. It could be even more of an advantage, as long as it got the conversation going to keep her time occupied while waiting for the bartender.
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Post by Darren Lupus on Mar 11, 2007 20:29:25 GMT -5
"Oh I remember," he said, almost instantly regretting his over eagerness to reply. He took another drink and shurgged that eagerness off. "You were talking to another lady, in tattoos." Did it seem odd that he remembered that? He always found himself remembering a lot more than normal-especially about people, and it seemed second rate to him.
"It's pretty much a boring city," he told her with a shrug, "So is the bar, you have to come on during the weekends, then you'll find more things interesting," he told her with shrug. He glanced at her suddenly, why in the world did she remember seeing him? He had an excuse, he was a writer. Meh, oh well.
"Want some advice?" he asked with a grin, "Move to Clevland." he told her, taking another drink.
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Post by Ash on Mar 12, 2007 8:59:27 GMT -5
Ash smirked, remembering Cleveland. In all truth, it was more boring for her there than it was here. In Cleveland, the people were too eager to become symbionts, taking the fun out of having them in the first place. The best part of having a symbiont was the process of gaining one. Ash seduced those who fit her profile, wanting them to want and need her.
In Cleveland, this process was missing. She didn’t need to begin with seduction, and it was just boring. She needed to have the existence of this process, because it made things interesting. “I’ve already been there,” she told the man. “I needed something new.”
In small towns such as this one, the seductive process of acquiring a symbiont was needed. People didn’t easily accept strangers, being used to the people that they saw everyday. And people weren’t always ready for idea such as giving your blood up. It was funny, however, that after that first bite, the idea didn’t seem so crazy to them.
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Post by Darren Lupus on Mar 14, 2007 9:52:59 GMT -5
"Really?" he asked, glancing at her sideways and finishing off his Holiday sour. "I've never actually been," he said with a shrug. He had been to New York, but that was so he could write for 'research' about his book. Of course the publishers never had to know what he was doing in between his spurts of 'writer's block'. "Travel a lot?"
He gave an odd motion towards the bartender, allowing her to know that he was indeed done with the drink and wanted another. He glanced back towards Ash and blinked, here he was getting intoxicated and there she was... not. "D'you want somethin'?" he asked, motioning towards the bar. It was genuine question, not a 'pick up line' or whatever the hell they were called now-a-days.
If only he knew.
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Post by Ash on Mar 14, 2007 14:41:23 GMT -5
Ash shook her head to the offering of the drink. Simply human beverages didn't satisfy her anymore, and she saw no use in drinking them. The only thing that she drank was blood, pure human blood. The deep red liquid was always satisfaction, especially because of the profile. She loved her way of doing things, thinking there was no other nor better way."
"I do travel alot though," she told him. This statement was completely truthful. Ash tried to avoid lying as much as possible, seeing that it was distasteful. She found it amusing that the man had told her to go to Cleveland, although he himself had never been there. It seemed hypocritical in a way.
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Post by Darren Lupus on Mar 16, 2007 11:32:53 GMT -5
He glanced at Ash with a brow slightly raised and gave a contempt smile and nod. He enjoyed conversations with people that traveled, though he hadn't traveled much, it always seemed the setting of his books happened in a made-up city much like Salem. He was trying to change it of course, get a larger of a variety out there for people to read, he didn't want to be the next Stephen King. Well, maybe he did. The man was a god amongst pety mortal writers.
"What's your number?" the bartender asked, taking the drink from Darren and placing another one down, though she had yet to let go of it. Darren blinked, "I don't have no number today," he mused, forcing the drink out of her hand, causing some of the liquid to splash on the counter. "You watch him," she told Ash with a stern voice, "He starts hitting on you, you tell me, we'll get him a cab." She grinned slightly before going back over to work.
Darren coughed slightly and shook his head turning back to Ash. "So what are a few of your favorite places that you've been?" he asked, taking a sip from his Holiday sour.
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Post by Ash on Mar 16, 2007 14:46:22 GMT -5
Ash smirked, watching the bartender turn back to the other people at the bar, serving them their drinks. This was definitely working out differently than she had expected. It was truly amusing, and Ash didn’t mind the change of plan. It seemed to be working out just fine regardless.
She turned back to the guy sitting next to her, the one that had been talking to her for the past few minutes. He had asked what her favorite place was, which was a very difficult question to ask. Ash had been to so many places in the time she had been a vampire. But the thing was that she became bored incredibly easily. She could never stand to be in a place for so long.
But the most exciting place Ash had been to was London. She had spent a month there, the only time she had ever been overseas. It was incredibly interesting there, because of the people she encountered, the people she killed and the creatures she fought. Remembering this time, she answered. “London by far. There really hasn’t been any other place that compared.”
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Post by Darren Lupus on Mar 21, 2007 10:35:04 GMT -5
"London," he whispered, nodding slowly. He had always wanted to go there, write a book about a werewolf there, maybe something along the lines of "American Werewolf in Paris" type thing... Only not. He repeated the word once more, still nodding slowly. "I'll have to go there," he said, taking another drink. "When was the last you been? Recently? Is it still pretty?" he asked, chuckling slightly. He wasn't typsy... but he was workin' on it.
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Post by Ash on Mar 21, 2007 14:47:44 GMT -5
"I was there two years ago," Ash replied, remembering her time in London. It had definately been a blast. The underground was filled with demons and vampires looking for a good fight, and above ground was just a nonstop rush of people. She would recommend that anyone, no matter what type of beings they were, go to London.
"Yeah, it's still pretty," she told the guy sitting next to her. "Depending on what parts of London you're in."
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