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Post by Octavian O'Connor on May 16, 2016 23:39:02 GMT
Octavian's Nova roared up the mountain side. The throaty sound of the engine would give everyone for miles around warning that he was coming, especially with the echoing effect of mountains. There was only one place to go, only one person who could help him save his wife, save Nagasaki from the hell it would surely transform into should he fail. Dropping gears, the muscle car roared through the last few miles between he, and the little Inn situated just outside the city limits.
Stepping out of the car, no one in the city would recognize him for who he was. At least not by what he was wearing. An old brown leather jacket was worn over a grease stained white tee-shirt, ratty and torn jeans adorned his waist, and his work boots h ad seen better days. Even his swords had been left at the Manor. This wasn't a formal visit. This wasn't even a visit from one clan vampire to another, no. This was a visit between old friends. Perhaps old friends. Maybe the visit would be for nothing more than a good blood letting. It didn't matter to the Ventrue then, the only things that mattered were his city and his wife. Hopefully, Jude would see that.
Octavian's steps weren't the trained steps of an Army Ranger anymore, they were the movements of a sword fighter. His awareness of his footing was almost instinctive, just like he'd been taught. Stepping up and toward the door, he knocked.
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Trixie Warden
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Post by Trixie Warden on May 17, 2016 0:19:47 GMT
"NOVA NOVA NOVA NOVA NOVA NOVA NOVA NOVA NOVA!!!!"
As soon as Octavian stepped out of the car, the door to the safe house was thrown open with enough force to rattle the door frame. The tiny brunette bounced down the stairs to the front yard, wearing nothing but one of Jude's shirts and a pair of knickers, haphazardly slipped on just as she escaped the arms of her lover. The maroon thermal hung loose on her tiny, malnourished frame, but it would be easy to recognize. It was, after all, one of his favorite shirts... and the one that had been lying on the ground during their little nighttime tumble. In fact, as the car drove up, she had jumped off his hips, literally, and dressed herself as quickly as she could.
The drug addict hurried out the door and passed Octavian as he started to walk towards their door. It was still open, and Jude was probably somewhere inside, wondering what had dragged his girlfriend off him. She didn't seem to care about either of the men in her life, right then. And Kyle? Well, Kyle wasn't relevant until after the sexy times. And those had been.... interrupted.
As she got to the car, she stopped just as suddenly as she had appeared, sapphire eyes wide as she took in the sleek body of the American muscle. Her fingers reached out and tentatively brushed along the underside of the fender. She moaned softly and leaned closer until she could rest her cheek against it, purring softly. Then, she bounced back up and began to circle the car, muttering whatever facts came to her mind and showing her extensive knowledge, where cars were concerned. "Fuck, she's beautiful... FUCK.... Ahhhh, I might go lesbian."
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on May 17, 2016 1:09:43 GMT
Octavian watched the scantily clad Bellatrix Warden come flying out of the house and toward his car with an arched brow. The way she moved, touched and almost worshiped his car only drew a shake of his head. It wasn't surprising to him that the strung out druggy was fawning over his car, but the stream of facts about his car, the engine and intake, every bit of it impressed him. "Thanks Trix, you and Jude up for a bit of conversing?" He blatantly ignored the Lesbian comment directed toward his precious car.
The young neonate stepped over toward the strung out druggy. "You recognize my car?" He asked, attempting to make some kind of connection with the strange Ravnos. He'd had helped save her from the Eastern Monsters not a few weeks before and she didn't seem the least bit phased by the event. Was it because she was a Ravnos? Because she was a Druggy? Was she really just that jaded? The questions raced through his mind in rapid succession, though he choose not to voice any of them. There had to be a reason that she was the way she was and he wasn't entirely certain he wanted to know. At least not where his best friend was concerned.
Octavian paused, his hand stopping to rest on the opposite fender. He didn't move or speak for a long moment as he contemplated the ramifications of his thought. If he wasn't willing to learn about Trix, the good and the bad, how could he expect his best friend to do the same for Amy? "Trix, you okay?" He asked, deciding to take the high road. The road that might lead to something good.
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Trixie Warden
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Post by Trixie Warden on May 17, 2016 1:27:03 GMT
"Shhh!" Trix waved away his concern, focusing instead on the car beneath her fingers. She didn't seem to care if he followed her around, but her strung out mind could only handle so much stimulation at any given moment, and considering what she and Jude had just been doing... She was rather focused on the Nova. She began to slowly circle it once more, each step deliberate and placed without a sound. If Octavian paid attention, he'd see the training that became instinctive for the tiny Ravnos girl. She moved with the grace of a cat, her shoulders ducking and moving to bring attention to the best of her features. She wasn't a fighter, oh no... She was a whore, through and through. And Leon had taught her right.
Finally making her way to the opposite fender, coming to stand just beside the Ventrue, she turned her wide, blue eyes up to him, a smile slowly returning to her lips as she finished mouthing the rest of the facts she knew. She placed a hand delicately upon the hood of the car, leaning over it slightly. She had no interest in garnering his attention or affection... Octavian wasn't one of her johns. He was Jude's best friend, and she respected him for it, but the sensuality in her movement wasn't something she could turn off.
"Octavian," she finally murmured, glancing back towards the car. "It's so nice of you to drop by..." Her low, Southern drawl came out like a purr, and she finally stood up straight, stretching her arms high above her head. Her fingers laced together and she made a noise of excitement. "I love your car... Could I drive it sometime?" Her mind jumbled, the drugs making everything seem so much slower than it actually was. "Jude's inside. I think he's inside, anyways... I left him inside." She turned her focus over the car, back to the open door. "Baby?"
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Post by Octavian O'Connor on Jun 23, 2016 18:39:14 GMT
Octavian sighed softly when she'd requested to drive his car. The last time someone else drove his car, his best friend ended up locked in a bathroom for months. "It's probably not a good idea for anyone other than me to drive the Nova... No offense." He finished trying not to insult her. He had after all come for both of their help. Trixie Warden and Jude Sinclair. Though looking at her now, he wasn't sure they they were sane enough to actually help him. He'd laugh about that later, perhaps that was exactly what he'd need. Crazy strung out druggies to combat a Malkavian.
"Look, I've come looking for your help... I know we haven't been the most reasonable of people, but I need both you and Jude." He sighed, it wasn't as if there were any prying ears, but this wasn't something he'd been terribly comfortable with. "I'm going to London, and I need you and Jude to come with me. I've got someone I need to kill or..." He paused, was he going to tell her the reason, and risk his wife's safety? or was he going to let them go in the dark, and simply pray for the best? "I really need Jude, and I know Jude wont leave you here by yourself. So I really need both of you to handle this..."
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Trixie Warden
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Post by Trixie Warden on Jun 23, 2016 18:44:40 GMT
"Oh, are you finally going to knock off Frostie's ex-lover dude?" Trixie asked as she began to lead the way inside. She figured Jude was probably still sprawled across the fireplace, where she had left him the moment she had heard that deep, familiar growling of the engine. She was skipping, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just stated something that should have been private knowledge without offering where she had managed to get the information from. Of course, even if he asked, she might not be able to tell him.
"It's about time," she said with a little shrug, stopping just inside the old home, eyes darting back and forth as she searched for the scent of her lover, as well as their Clanmate somewhere further in the house. "I mean, she'll actually be able to move on, right? I know she and Jude are getting along after the not-vampire vampire dude took me and everything, but maybe we can all finally chill out. Be one big happy family. That would be nice, don't you think?"
Without waiting for an answer, she spun on her heel and continued to lead him to where his best friend was. Calling out in a sing-song tune, she made her way to the living room, not bothering to think about the baggies of drugs strewn idly about or the box that remained open. "Juuuude~ Baby~ The time has coooo~oooome. Isn't that exciting?" Of course, who would know what she was rambling on about? Trixie wasn't exactly the most put together, anymore.
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