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tampered2008-10-07 10:55 am
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Not the brightest of moves [Closed]
When; 10-6-08
Rating; R
Characters; Waverly Raine and Aleera
Summary; Waverly agreed to meet Aleera for art. In a well lit well crowded place.
Aleera agrees to meet Waverly .... for lunch.
Log;
This was in all eventuality a bad idea. No, not in eventuality or probability. It was definitely a bad idea. She was willingly meeting with one of the more dangerous vampires within the City walls. In fact, she was fairly certain that one of these three sisters had been the one to attack her while she was cursed. Not that she had any proof at all. Or the inclination to try to do something about something that had passed.
She hadn't even really changed from what she had been lounging around the house in. An over sized sweater which exposed her neck and a pair of flare jeans. She still couldn't even start to express how nice it was to wear simple clothing and to simply lounge around. Her hair had been pulled up half way and she had accidentally left a paintbrush in her ear. The accessory she was tapping against the hair covering the back of her neck.
She'd brought a bit of money. Enough for some drinks and maybe some gambling, but she wasn't planning to let her guard down with the sister around. Something bothered her about the vamp. Ok, many things did. Still, the use of her verbs and her choices. Those were .... questionable. 'We' 'our'. And all that talk of food. She got the feeling she may be the desired menu option. Something she probably should have taken better precaution with in her dress.
All the same she knew enough about most vampires, from researching for Doris and from existing with different breeds, that she would be a hard target to take down.
Still tapping the brush against the back of her neck she meandered over to the bar and ordered a 'spice cake' and an 'Irish cream'. It was fitting with the outside weather and the season. After taking the 'spice cake' down in one, she grabbed the highball glass with the 'Irish cream' and surveyed the area for someone with the classic look of a vampire. Aleera seemed the sort to go for a 'classic' look rather then a more subtle one.
Rating; R
Characters; Waverly Raine and Aleera
Summary; Waverly agreed to meet Aleera for art. In a well lit well crowded place.
Aleera agrees to meet Waverly .... for lunch.
Log;
This was in all eventuality a bad idea. No, not in eventuality or probability. It was definitely a bad idea. She was willingly meeting with one of the more dangerous vampires within the City walls. In fact, she was fairly certain that one of these three sisters had been the one to attack her while she was cursed. Not that she had any proof at all. Or the inclination to try to do something about something that had passed.
She hadn't even really changed from what she had been lounging around the house in. An over sized sweater which exposed her neck and a pair of flare jeans. She still couldn't even start to express how nice it was to wear simple clothing and to simply lounge around. Her hair had been pulled up half way and she had accidentally left a paintbrush in her ear. The accessory she was tapping against the hair covering the back of her neck.
She'd brought a bit of money. Enough for some drinks and maybe some gambling, but she wasn't planning to let her guard down with the sister around. Something bothered her about the vamp. Ok, many things did. Still, the use of her verbs and her choices. Those were .... questionable. 'We' 'our'. And all that talk of food. She got the feeling she may be the desired menu option. Something she probably should have taken better precaution with in her dress.
All the same she knew enough about most vampires, from researching for Doris and from existing with different breeds, that she would be a hard target to take down.
Still tapping the brush against the back of her neck she meandered over to the bar and ordered a 'spice cake' and an 'Irish cream'. It was fitting with the outside weather and the season. After taking the 'spice cake' down in one, she grabbed the highball glass with the 'Irish cream' and surveyed the area for someone with the classic look of a vampire. Aleera seemed the sort to go for a 'classic' look rather then a more subtle one.