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Post by Addy Knudson on Apr 30, 2017 2:26:54 GMT
The bright lights were oh so entrancing every step of the way. With less blood than drugs running hot through her veins, there was little hope for the strung out Black Market dealer to escape the hypnotic call of the Carnival. She meandered in and out of the rides and games, her eyes cast upwards towards the star speckled sky, almost blotted out altogether by the brightness of artificial lights. A goofy, off-kilter grin was plastered across her face as she stumbled out of the line waiting for the ferris wheel, ooh-ing and ahh-ing under her breath like somebody lost to her youth.
She stood in the exact center of the carnival, with all of the noises and sights completely surrounding her. She stared straight up and extended her arms out, spinning around slowly, as to not fall over. Everything seemed to blend together into one colorful blur, and the giggles pulled themselves out of her, past what she thought were closed lips, until she collapsed in a heap on the cold, unforgiving ground. Nobody seemed to notice, at most glancing at the heap on the ground before moving on about their way. After all... A strung out druggie wasn't exactly uncommon in Nagasaki.
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Post by Alexander de Romanius on Apr 30, 2017 2:33:24 GMT
There was such a place here that could be seen as beautiful lights married with such grand sounds and scents, one thing the youth loved about growing up in Japan was all the festivals and carnivals; those places carried within a pulse of life like no other. Alas Alexander could not travel the streets alone nor the crowded places of Nagasaki without an escort, despite that fact there was always an out; even though his family was made whole some things didn’t change. Lucky for him there was the perfect disguise, the same one he’d used since the days of youth; only another of his kind could spot it.
As if someone flipped a switch, that twisted predatory want pulled at him so hard. The contour of his visage were outlined with a bit of highlighting, a soft coat of foundation made that feminine shine even brighter; a Cheshire grin danced across said visage. Each step brought the most darling skirt to sway, a little clicking ringing out each time the boots struck the pavement; raven locks teased just right to frame it all.
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Post by Addy Knudson on Apr 30, 2017 2:45:50 GMT
"And what do you think you are doing there, Monsignor?" the tiny, prone form asked of no one in particular. How she was to know there was a young master about was far beyond her poor, addled mind. She could barely keep her own thoughts straight; the incoming murmur of the mundane and living were far beyond the Gangrel centered Caitiff. She giggled into the cool night air and rolled onto her side, pulling her knees up towards her chest. Despite the chill that clung to Nagasaki eternally since the takeover, she wore short, clingy shorts and only knee high socks to defend her thin legs, and an oversized hoodie hiding her curvaceous torso.
Her eyes were nearly black with the dilation, already dark to begin with, and opened wide to take in as much of the carnival's light as she possibly could. "Look at'chu," she purred, still oblivious to the adorable little cross dresser standing passing by just over her. "Soooo~.... Pretty~..." She was still talking to the Carnival, or perhaps some spirit of the Carnival that only she could see. She reached out in the general direction of the skirts of the cross dresser, though she reached not for Alexander himself. "Pretty, pretty, Monsignor."
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Post by Alexander de Romanius on Apr 30, 2017 2:55:22 GMT
Hopes that were held dashed away with the breeze that carried across the night air, as a Carpathian the cold never bothered him; the flesh kept a warmth unrivaled by most species. A tilt took as the beautiful creature stopped sort, out of the corner of violet eyes motioned noted towards him; at least in his general personage. There said hues would linger, slow breaths draw in to gauge certain curiosity; a sigh of course passed from supple lips. Blood was tainted in more ways than one, unlike those graceful and regal parents of his; the youth preferred to hunt so those needs were sated.
Given that Japanese was the first language he ever learned it would be how he responded, with care and mindfulness of how short that skirt was; that lithe physique lowered to be closer to the other upon the ground. “Nani datte?” (What’s that) A slight purse took to the lips, eyes taking in each detail; tainted or not that air of sadism didn’t leave.
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Post by Addy Knudson on Apr 30, 2017 3:02:33 GMT
Startled by somebody speaking out loud to her, a voice so much clearer than the mutterings of thoughts that pierced her foggy mind, Addy jerked away from the cross-dressing man that was suddenly above her. She turned her strung out gaze upwards, her jaw going slack and face resembling that of a stroke patient for but a moment, towards the raven locks and beautiful violet eyes. Her head tilted until she gently knocked it upon the pavement, which tore another jerk from her slender body. The hand that had, once, reached for him, curled back into herself and cradled her head through a barrage of brunette hair, as if she had hurt herself.
Carrying herself as if she were a glass of water that risked spilling over the rim, she slowly moved to sit up. Japanese was not in her personal repertoire of languages, a foreigner in these lands; the only Japanese men she spoke to regularly were the Yakuza, and they preferred speaking English for whatever god forsaken reason; but that, in itself, was also not uncommon. "Wha'?" she muttered, blinking a few times to try and right herself and push away the irritating grumblings that pushed in on her constantly. Most of which... she couldn't understand, anyway.
"What?" she asked, again, finally looking back up at the "woman." After a few more empty blinks, she seemed to clear, her eyes only black and empty from the dilation. "Wait, what? I'm sorry, Miss. Did I...?" The rest of her sentence was swept away as the beauty of the stranger held her firm. Damn.... This stranger was hot.
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Post by Alexander de Romanius on May 14, 2017 21:22:57 GMT
The aura of the world that was theirs in such a small space reeked of tainted vitae, those heavy narcotics permeated the very air the youth breathed; though that ravishing yet wicked visage remained unchanged. It was as clear as day that the female was beyond gone in a most mental kind of way, a tilt took to the visage whilst violet hues carried over still; letting the various emotions the other emitted wash over him. To settled himself better both hands rested upon those thigh high leather boots, the fine contours of the inner thigh was the only bit of flesh visible given both boot and skirt; a single set of small digits reached forth to offer aid to the other.
An odd accent of sorts married with a sweet tone echoed forth, the tongues tip idly pressing itself against a single canine prior to; that predator gaze unwavering despite the possible nature of his current social engagement. “Sorry, force of habit given I’ve lived here most of my life. You okay?” A gray sweater gave the illusion of cleavage, everything about the attire held to such a supple and unyielding physique was an illusion; after all he was out here to hunt in secret.
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Post by Addy Knudson on May 16, 2017 1:40:59 GMT
Most people offered only dirty looks and rejection; few would offer aide. They seemed uninterested in a strung out little druggie, even with her black market connections and power in the underground. It seemed mundane people had no interest in her power, no interest in her world or the underground. They never bothered to try to help her. She stared at the hand for a moment longer, her eyes softening to a gentle amber, and then she reached up, accepting his help and using the stranger's strength to gain her feet once more.
"Most of your life? Man, that must have sucked. Can't imagine having nothing but these lights to stare at, forever," Addison murmured, her voice a little purr as she caught sight of that whisper, that illusion of seduction. Man, this chick knew how to WORK it! Addy blinked, forcing her eyes to stay as high as she could imagine. "I've been all over the world, y'know, and I couldn't IMAGINE anything but travel."
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Post by Alexander de Romanius on May 19, 2017 7:08:08 GMT
A soft breeze rustled the lightly tamed onyx tresses, a chill rushed across that petite frame as he felt the lack of life in the other; it perplexed how little the undead repulsed him. In comparison to his mother who literally looked as if she wanted to run to the father that simply tolerated their presence yet when it came to the littlest creature in their clan not much troubled him regarding the Kindred. Once the other took hold, mind was made so not to toss them despite the petite build the unnatural strength was ever present; there wasn’t much to be done about such a ridiculous heat radiating. Lashes fluttered at the words she spoke, it wasn’t quite as tactful as his own but interesting all the same; fine black liner accentuating such bright violet hues as they remained fixed upon his strange company.
“Kind of yeah, I got to see a France a few times and the States. I was born in Italy actually but that was quite a while back….. so….” The words were drawn out, letting loose of her hand then steps backwards before preforming twirl; fine elongated canines brought to bear it quite the smile. “What are we doing here then if travel is all that’s in your heart?”
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