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Post by doreyg on Jun 29, 2008 14:47:10 GMT -8
Laurel is fairly smart for a girl of her age, she knows more about plants then nearly anybody, can tell you how to make several potions and did get consistently good marks when she was in school.
She is however still a teenager, and is however still pretty darn stupid occasionally.
Now that she's not really in school anymore that provides more of a problem then before, especially when she decides to go for a nice walk around in between shifts at the clothes shop she's found work at.
She's in the warehouse district, wandering around aimlessly but looking at everything with great interest.
She's not paying much attention to her surroundings... Honestly Laurel, anybody could find you...
Like... Vampires for instance...
Laurel doesn't know what she's getting herself into. |
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jun 29, 2008 15:11:17 GMT -8
Warehouse district. The perfect place for trouble, for danger, to hide. Most were not stupid enough to traipse in this part of Vegas, and those that were, were quickly and effectively silenced.
Today was a glorious day for Liam. He had managed to get a hold of a handful of new recruits, all in the name of The Boss. And then he'd spent quite a few torture sessions with his Boss' enemies. Traitors. Daybreakers. Like he said, quite a few. And all in his own personal warehouse. He'd had to have his own for days like this. Seth was always telling Liam he made too much of a mess, got a little overzealous. He just did not have enough patience for all the messes in the lower levels of his building.
And so Seth had given Liam his very own warehouse for whatever deadly purposes Liam should need. Liam had even kept it as a go-between for the slave trade. Supposedly illegal, but Seth and his employees were above Nightworld Law. And Seth liked to keep his followers on the Enclaves happy, and what better way than to give them livestock, eh?
So it was a very jubilant Liam who slid the loading dock door open and practically skipped out. Yes, today was shaping up to be a great one indeed. Oh, look! There was even a girly there in the street, oblivious to the dangers that were abound in this section of town. Liam felt like laughing, he was just in such a good mood. And good moods with Liam, were never happy for others. Just him. And possibly Seth.
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Post by doreyg on Jun 30, 2008 4:49:09 GMT -8
At the sound of the door sliding open Laurel jumped a little, glanced around, let her eyes settle on the man who had stepped out... And then smiled because Laurel always tries to be nice even if she is slightly doubtful about being in a unexplored area without anybody around.
She doesn't go up (because her brain has decided to kick in a little too late) but instead kept smiling faintly "um, hello."
A very small part of her mind is preparing to run should she need to, Laurel isn't all that aware of that part of her mind but it's helped her in the past and hopefully it'll save her life a few more times. |
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jun 30, 2008 13:23:39 GMT -8
Liam had the distinct urge to skip over to the little girly. Joyously and buoyantly. But Liam Black did not skip, nor did he ever show his over-eager tendencies to an unknown party.
No, those who did not know him, or only knew to fear his name, saw a different persona altogether. They saw someone devilishly handsome, and air of coldness and confidence, arrogance and sensuality around him. It drew women and some men to him like moths to a flame, and most who came to him soon learned that his looks were not something to fall for, and they were never seen again. It wasn't until they were up close that they got their first warning of the sick puppy within.
It was all in the eyes. Green and blazing like emerald chips set to fire, they showed that he wasn't quite all there. They were cruel eyes. Eyes of an unrepentant killer. Most didn't get far once they'd seen his eyes, even if they did heed the warning.
So it was with this composure that Liam slowly, but lithely made his way across the street to the lost girl. She must be lost to be out in his neck of the town. She looked too sweet to be here for any other reason. He liked the nice ones, the innocent ones. They screams were always so much more thrilling.
The corner of his lips quirked upward in a sort of self-satisfied smirk, and he looked right at home in such a troublesome part of town. The Devil in blue jeans, you could say.
"Why hello, love," he said, hamming it up on his native English accent. It was interesting how even after a few centuries he still had it, though his voice was deeper, crueler than it had been when he was human. Let us call it... environmental conditioning on that one. "Are you lost? A nice girl like you shouldn't be in such a pitiful part of town. Some might think you were looking for trouble."
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Post by doreyg on Jun 30, 2008 13:34:44 GMT -8
Laurel was quite aware that with her flat chest and petite stature she looked not so much seventeen… More like fifteen and even that was on a extremely good day when she wore heels.
She wasn’t wearing heels, and was feeling extremely small and extremely inadequate next to this guy who was hot but probably completely out of her league… After several years around Diana and Faye Laurel had come to the fast conclusion that few boys would actually pay any attention to her, she was probably destined for spinsterhood or a extremely boring soulmate who lived on dust.
It was a worrying notion.
Because Laurel was sweet and fairly innocent but she still wanted some thrill from her life, it was probably why she had decided to move to Vegas after all.
She wasn’t quite sure if she wanted the thrill of being killed by a madman in some deserted yard but she still kept smiling slightly nervously (and why precisely wasn’t that helpful voice in her head yabbering away telling her to run, in fact it seemed to be almost… Expecting something).
“Um, I’m not lost as such, just exploring… Certainly not looking for trouble, I’m Laurel by the way, Laurel Quincey” and then she held out her hand, because she was finding it rather hard to think when faced with her apparent death. |
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jun 30, 2008 13:48:33 GMT -8
Liam held no hesitation against his nature and felt no need to hide it, so it was with a smirk that he let his eyes look her over. A slow down and up and then down again look. She was cute, interesting, not really the type he'd have any interest in killing. It was usually the darker ones he'd kill. The ones that reminded him of his sire, of the sisters that abandoned him. But what intrigued him most was that even though she was nervous- and she had right to be- she was still standing there, talking to him. He could tell that even though she appeared small and weak, she had a backbone. He liked backbone. His eyes once again moved to study her face, and then he took another step closer, invading her personal space, as he said, "Liam Black, trouble connoisseur," and then took her hand to mockingly shake it in greeting. Of course the mocking was sidestepped by shock. No, seriously. Quite literally, shock. An electrical current that shot up his arm and through his veins, a deliciously burning feeling that he absolutely despised. It swept through him like an oncoming train and he felt quite assuredly another mind beating against the barriers he held carefully over his own. Dear Lord, this could not be. A lesser person would have fallen right into this, would have possibly hit the ground as the walls around their mind started to collapse. But he was Liam, and it was in his usual fashion that he tore his hand from hers, practically leaping backwards from the girl. He landed in a defensive crouch, a snarl on his lips. There was a spark of fury in his eyes, and he felt a growl rise within his throat. He knew exactly what it was, but he wasn't about to admit aloud. "What do you think you're doing, you little witch?" he spat, staring at her with wary and guarded eyes, "You can't just electrocute someone you just met!" ((Hope you don't mind that I went ahead a wrote out Liam's part of the 'Shablam'...  Oh, and I should mention, Titan was the inspiration and owner of the last quote. Lol. )) |
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Post by doreyg on Jul 1, 2008 8:48:10 GMT -8
Laurel shifted and resisted the urges to melt, blush and then run for the hills at the speed of light; it was quite hard but perhaps being Melanie’s best friend for most of her life had rubbed off on her… She managed to keep her faint smile in place, nod and take his hand…
Except it didn’t exactly happen like that, instead what happened was a rush of painfully sweet energy, a spinning sensation and a fast fall towards… A barrier, which her mind slammed against and nearly shook it apart… and then he tore away and the electrifying feeling faded away to a slight smug itch in the back of her mind.
Laurel staggered backwards a few steps, blinked a few times, looked for a moment like she was about to cry… And then exploded “what the heck was that?!”
Okay, so as explosions go it wasn’t that dramatic… But as explosions from Laurel go… Well, it was nuclear.
Simply put: she hadn’t even raised her voice that much but she was flushing, glaring and looking thoroughly angry at the world for the first time in years... In her mind the soulmate connection was a nice, simple silver cord binding two people together.
Not that she knew about that kind of soulmate connection, she was still convinced that this Liam had done something to her and she was rather determined to find out what it was.... Even if it did mean facing a hissing man who could jump rather well.(Nah, no problem!  Now this should be fun… *evil cackle*) |
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 1, 2008 13:44:06 GMT -8
Liam straightened slowly, going from savage to smug and calm in a second. Fastidiously he fixed the cuffs of his shirt, keeping his eyes anywhere but on her. Because he thought she was cute when she was angry. Odd. And though he may have appeared calm, he was anything but. Inside it was a hurricane of emotion, mainly shock at this whole endeavor. Today was supposed to be a good day!
Of course... it wasn't necessarily all down the drain. She was a nice girl, he could tell... a nice, corruptible girl. And he wasn't so adverse to actually having someone in his life that wouldn't toss him out like trash. In his opinion, soulmates just weren't allowed to do that to each other.
"I electrocuted you," he said with the ghost of a smile, "with my mind." A brief chuckle and then he was finally serious. "Actually, in all technicality I did. But you did the same. Looks like we've been soulmated, love."
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 7:40:46 GMT -8
Laurel wouldn’t throw anybody out like trash, Even if they weren’t her soulmate… She’s just rather too nice to do that to anybody… Even if a certain person has just electrocuted her and told her information which just has to be wrong…
Yeah, Laurel definitely only believes in the silver cord version of soulmates, it probably won’t take much pushing to convince her of other forms… When she’s calmed down a little bit more.
Right now instead of believing she’s glaring, with arms crossed “Impossible, soulmates happen by… By cord, the silver cord… Electrocuting each other is certainly never a good start to a relationship.” |
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 7:50:42 GMT -8
Liam raised a mocking eyebrow, and took a step forward so that he was back in her personal space and had to lean down quite a bit to be on eye level with her. "That's only one way," he said tauntingly, smirking. "The electrical shock kind is for the couples where at least one in the pairing will need a good solid kick in the head to realize just what is going on."
He didn't clarify if he meant that she was the one who needed the kick. It was more fun that way. He could mean her, or he could mean himself.
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 7:59:28 GMT -8
Laurel blinked, wavered a little and then grunted… Rather annoyed at her legs which were quite stubbornly refusing to move back and her head which was saying that This was a good thing.
“Fine, I’m still not believing it but if we are soulmates…” Laurel raised her chin and stared at Liam piercingly “What are you going to do about me?” |
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 8:12:17 GMT -8
Liam shrugged, the corners of his lips turning downward in a thoughtful manner. Then he ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it up quite a bit. "I could always kill you should you get too out of hand," he said calmly, though he was really joking. He wouldn't actually kill his soulmate. "Or if you'd like to take a go at the lovely me, we could sit and discuss things. You'll have to learn to accept certain matters of my life..."
And at some point, he'd have to do something about this... mortal thing she had going on. She was a bit too fragile in her human/witch state for his liking, but eh, he'd work around it. Didn't mean he couldn't still have fun... Of course, Liam's idea of fun would probably scare the pants of the girl. Hmm.
A particularly evil smile spread across his face, and he took no care to hide it. He didn't feel the need to. She'd learn sooner or later just who Liam was, and he really didn't care what anyone thought of it. In fact, he didn't really know why he was giving her the idea that she had a decision in the whole matter. Well, one way to remedy that.
Another step forward and he looped an arm around her waist, lifting her easily and tossing her over her shoulder.
"Ah, who am I kidding?" he said jovially, heading back toward his warehouse, "You don't really get a decision in the matter! And... off we go!"
He strode quickly and effortlessly towards the seemingly abandoned warehouse. He kicked a door open and started up the steps toward his personal office. The few employees he had to keep guard there gave him questioning looks, but assumed she was merely another victim to the cause. Cells lined the walls of the building, some empty, some with barely conscious Nightworlders...
Of course, little Laurel wouldn't know that these were the foulest, most chaotic of Nightworlders in Vegas being kept for questioning... or just there to learn their lessons.
All in good time...
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 8:24:34 GMT -8
(*Is laughing helplessly*) “Wait, what?” Laurel managed to get out before she was being lifted (with a slightly humiliating squeak) and carried towards the warehouse.
It took a moment to get over the shock of somebody lifting her up, another moment to get over the shock of being so easily carried and yet another moment to remind her brain very firmly that she shouldn’t be being carried around and so should really stop admiring all of his back right now.
After that she tried one kick in his ribs, decided that since he could pick her up so easily struggling would not be a good idea… And so settled instead for twisting her head around as far a sit could go and keeping up the most malevolent glare she could muster.
Which continued as she was carried up to the office, and continued in the office.
Laurel may not be all that strong but she can definitely maintain things for long periods of time. |
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 8:30:06 GMT -8
With a grin, Liam dropped her into a chair before hopping up onto his desk in front of her. He gave her a pointed evil look, and turned his head to look out the window of his office. It was a perfect window, looking straight into the center of the mayhem that was his warehouse even from his position.
"Did you happen to see any of what was going on down there?" he asked innocently. Man, he hoped she freaked out... or tried to escape. He'd have so much fun with that. A part of him wondered if she realized he was a vampire yet or not. If not... well, he'd take great joy in bringing that up as well. Fun fun all around.
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 8:39:13 GMT -8
Laurel just continued to scowl at him (and tell her brain to stop noticing how handsome he was dammit) and crossed both her legs and arms rather firmly… She didn’t care that she looked just a little like a puffed up kitten, it faded into irreverence next to the whole kidnap thing.
She spared a brief glance at the window... only for her scowl to deepen and her arms to cross firmer “no, but I can take a guess... Have you always had this habit of kidnapping people?”
Laurel’s stronger then she looks, not physically but mentally she won’t immediately break down upon witnessing horrible things.
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Oh, and I should mention, Titan was the inspiration and owner of the last quote. Lol. ))