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Post by doreyg on May 31, 2008 14:43:18 GMT -8
There is a girl sitting at the bar, a rather fragile looking girl with blonde hair and a ugly sneer adding a little bit of life into porcelain features that are vapid looking but carry a kind of impression of regality around them, don't worry, it's only a impression.
Somebody might notice a girl of birdlike fragility to her features, a kind of bright sharpness glowing in her eyes.
This girl is certainly not human, this girl is a shapeshifter.
Suzume Passerini, fresh from walking around Vegas all day and her first stop as always is the nearest club, just like old times in London.
Unfortunately this isn't London. |
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Post by vara ♥ on Jun 2, 2008 4:03:33 GMT -8
Chrysoberyl Blackthorn stepped into the darkness of the Black Iris. The lilting trance-like music pierced her ears and changed the way she strode into the club. Her gait matched the deep, booming base of the current song. Chryso had spent the afternoon searching for a good hunting place. She usually enjoyed luring in city-goers rather, it made the game of the hunt so much more challenging. More of a thrill.
The softness of her face, contrasting to the hardness of her silver blue eyes, attracted much of the attention of the humans present. The silly little human girls and boys who had followed her fellow Night People had lured in as pets and food milled around a few particular vampires. None that looked familiar, so Chryso gave them no thought.
The stunning blonde stepped over to the bar and took a seat there. The male bartender, a made vampire it seemed, turned his attention to her. A flicker of interest entered her eyes but Chryso ignored him. Playing hard to get was always a specialty of hers.
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Post by doreyg on Jun 29, 2008 13:18:56 GMT -8
That seat happened to be right next to Suzume, who apart from a quick sideways glance paid little attention to the new arrival, believing herself (as usual) to be a lot prettier and much more worthy of attention.
If a night person doesn't get her Suzume's ego will surely choke her at some point.
Finally she had to look at the woman again though (after the ceiling and dancers became boring) and apparently is impressed enough to be a little jealous, which leads to a pout, which leads to a extremely sulky "hi."
Really, she's just a spoiled five year old at heart. |
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