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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 5, 2022 16:47:01 GMT -5
BEEP....BEEP...BEEP....BEEP the blaring sound of an alarm clock, echoes threw the pitch black room.....
Some where in the dark room the sound of rustling blankets can be heard as followed by a few muffled curses as the beeping alarm is suddenly silenced, with a huff a dull purple light suddenly fills the room, revealing most of a large bed cover in deep blue silky blankets, more movement causes the blankets to slide down revealing a naked woman, her pale skin a sharp contrast to the dark blue blankets. With a soft sigh she climbs out of bed letting the blankets slip away as she pads barefoot across the thick black carpet into the bathroom. Turning on the shower and then heading to her closet to pick out an outfit for the day. To the average person she would look like a simple human who liked fun colored hair and a taste for the darker colors, but it was only a very small portion of who she was. Gathering a black mini skirt and a white button down shirt as well as a fitted black vest to wear over it she laid them out neatly on her bed before walking over to the bathroom door. opening she quickly disappeared into the steam filled room.
After a while the sound of the water being turned off can be heard and soon she steps out of the room with a towel wrapped around her curvy body and another wrapped around her hair. grabbing her favorite lotion from the top of her dresser she sat down on the edge of her bed and began to apply a light coating of the the honey scented lotion, a luxury from her life as a human that she had never been able to give up even though her human life had ended nearly 200 years ago. Once she was done applying her lotion she slipped on her simple nude bra that supported her ample chest before donning her white button down shirt and vest before walking over to the dresser and pulling out a simple white lace thong and matching semi sheer thigh highs and wiggled into them then went and grabbed her skirt slipping that on and heading out of her room. She headed directly for the fridge and grabbed a blood bag out of the draw, tossing it simply into the microwave to warm up. Grumbling something under breath about how cold blood tasted horrible. At the short ding of the microwave she quickly pulled it out and sunk her fangs into the top as if it was simply a juice box. Now was it as good as a live feed, no not in a million years but did it provide her sustenance that she needed to keep the beast quiet, yes.... well most of the time. She was still working on finding away to make enough synthetic blood to supplement the current supply of blood bags in the various blood banks all over. once she drained the bag dry she tossed it in the trash and headed for the door, pulling on her black stiletto pumps and grabbing her bag and a coat as she stepped out of her apartment and headed for the elevator. This whole building housed a good chunk of this cities brujah clan and she had the top floor all to herself. As an autarkis she was basically left alone and could come and go as she pleased especially because of her work in the blood field.
Once inside the elevator she pulled on her black fitted trench coat and ran her fingers threw her long purple hair, applying her simple but distinct black eye liner and dark red lipstick as the elevator descended as she did ever rising. with a ding the elevator doors opened and she stepped out giving a wave to the the night security guard at the front desk and making her way out onto the sidewalk. it was dark and the few humans that remained out and about were in such a rush to get home that they didn't pay attention to the hungry stares they were getting by most of the population.
Heels clicking against the cold concrete as she walked heading in the direction of the West haven blood bank, her second home and safe haven and where she worked with a wonderful little human by the name of jenny. Now jenny knew her secret having stumbled upon Elle drinking from a blood bag one night. They had struck a deal jenny would keep her secret and Elle helped her escape her abusive husband and kept both jenny and jenny's little girl Lyla safe and fed in a small apartment downtown. The only reason the elders had allowed it was because jenny was willing to work the day shift at the blood bank so they didn't have to bring in another human to run it during the day.
Stopping at a small coffee cart just around the corner from the blood bank she bought jenny her favorite latte and some cookies for her to take home to Lyla. Once satisfied she headed to work. The small bell above the door alerting jenny to someone entering Elle simply held up the latte and cookies. " shift change jenny go get your little girl." she says as she walks over to the front desk where jenny was sitting reading a book. Handing over the drink and cookies she headed for the door to the office, taking off her coat as she walked inside and grabbing her white lab coat and switching to her black flats, Though at only 5'6" she preferred to wear her heels for the height. Working an 11 hour shift in them was not her favorite way to spend the evening. Waving at jenny as she left Elle headed into the laboratory in the back making sure to turn on the screen with the cameras so that she could see if anyone came in. She picked up a seperate remote and turned on her music turning the volume up at heavy base flooded the room.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 9, 2022 7:09:58 GMT -5
The night is long and mostly quiet aside from a call from a local hospital requesting blood. She was able to have that set aside and picked up extremely quickly. Even though humans were just essentially walking blood bags, she had a soft spot for children. So when she received the call and told it was for a child she knew she couldn't turn it down. Being able to help save a Childs live, might not do much but in her mind it was like giving her daughter a second chance. Once the blood was picked up she wandered back into her lab and over to her desk, plopping down in her leather chair she reached under her desk and there was a soft pop as a hidden drawer opened. Pulling out the small metal frame she gently ran a finger along the pictures edge, as tears gather in her eyes. the picture was of a new born who appeared to be sleeping, as a few tears fell the flash backs began.....
The pregnancy hadn't been an easy one, though they rarely were for women in her family, it seemed as if they had been cursed as they all seemed to loose their first child, some how she had managed to hold until almost the very end, That's when the bleeding started, late one night while the worst storm in centuries raged on outside their small house. Her screams of pain silenced only by the howling of the wind. She labored by herself as she had sent her husband into town to fetch the doctor when the bleeding had started some hours ago and he still hadn't returned. "that drunken bastard was probably lost in a drink again." another scream tore past her lips as lightning flashed and thunder roared. She truly thought she would die this night never getting to see her child.....
A shadowy figure stepped into the room and in her pain induced delirium she had assumed it was the doctor. she begged and pleaded with the doctor to help her but he seemed to just stand there a hungry glint in his eyes as the smell of blood filled the room. Another contraction had her writhing in pain as she no longer was able to fight the urge to push, as she started to push the door opened and in stepped a water logged doctor and her drunken husband who upon seeing the blood promptly passed out. The doctor rushed to her side to help her deliver but was to late, the last thing she remembered before she succumbed to the blood loss was," its a girl," The shadowy man with the glint in his eyes, that no one else seemed to notice, held out his hand as if offering something though what is was she wasn't sure. She was so very tired and simply wanted to sleep, reaching out towards the offered hand not understanding exactly what it entailed. She welcomed what she thought was slumber and the promise of seeing her little girl when she woke, was in fact a fate far worse. A life driven by hunger and darkness....
"beep...beep...beep..."
the sound of a machine beeping drew her attention, breaking the spell of memories. after carefully tucking the picture away she carefully wiped her face grateful for the waterproof makeup as she stood and headed over to the machine, pulling out the graph that it had printed and studying it as she walked over to her personal fridge and hit the buttons on it with out even looking to unlock it. Once it was unlocked she simply pulled out a blood bag and then walked over to the microwave, Quickly opening and tossing the bag in. All of this done on auto pilot as she was engrossed in studying the chart in her hand. Once the blood was warm she returned to her seat at her desk, her fangs extending as she brought the bag to her lips, sinking into the bag and sipping on it almost like a juice box, as she continued to study the chart.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 10, 2022 7:48:11 GMT -5
A short time later a fist slamming on the door draws your attention, possibly startling you with it's volume and ferocity. Only one thing bangs on the door like that. That Brujah biker, what was his name? Gravekeeper... no. Gravestone? No. Tombstone. Yeah, that's it. Who the hell calls themselves Tombstone? You mentally prepare yourself for the onslaught of 'compliments' you know he will pay you during his hopefully brief visit. He's only here for his usual, a dozen blood bags. You're thankful that he gets most of his meals by hunting, so he rarely visits.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 10, 2022 14:36:45 GMT -5
The sudden banging on the door isn't what draws her attention as her music is loud enough that she doesn't hear it. instead its the light above the security camera monitor that draws her attention. With a sigh she gets up head goes to the cooler to pick up the order she always keeps ready for him and heads for the front desk. Hitting the buzzer under the counter she waves him in and sets the cooler box on top of the counter. Slightly surprised to see him as he was just here two weeks ago.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 11, 2022 9:40:25 GMT -5
Tombstone enters the room, closing the door behind him. The man is huge at least 6'6" wearing jeans and a black tee-shirt with the NIN logo in the center of the chest. Next a black badge covered motorcycle jacket, and black leather chaps. Leather gloves that almost come to the elbow, their knuckles look thicker like they're reinforced. He looks even taller because of his helmet, a full face helm with a skull visor. The stark white of the depicted bone contrasting with the pitch black of the helmet. Still standing at the door, you see him scan the room from side to side, looking for threats. As approaches the counter, his every movement reminds you of a tiger on the hunt. Looming before the counter he removes the helmet, which he hasn't done before. He is surprisingly handsome, rugged features, stubble instead of the beard you were expecting. The sides of his head are shaved, and the hair on top is slicked back. "You're too efficient hot stuff. Makes it hard to get to know you." He inflects the word hard oddly. "I should take you out for a ride sometime. I know you would love the feel of something powerful between your legs." Tombstone (without the gun)
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 11, 2022 17:01:17 GMT -5
Looking up at him since he towers over her as she is only 5'8", she is surprised to see that he is actually handsome having expected something entirely different given his usual attitude towards everyone and everything. " it pays to know your clients." she says as she shrugs and crosses her arms under her ample chest, causing the buttons across the front to pull tight. " I'm assuming you mean your motorcycle?" she asks with one eye brow raised a smirk dancing on her lips. " because honey I doubt you could handle me." she says with a wink as she holds out her hand for payment. Having bought from her before he would know the standard price for his two dozen blood bags being 50 dollars, which given where they were and what other blood banks charged was extremely cheap.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 12, 2022 7:32:19 GMT -5
Tombstone pulls out a bill clip stuffed with large denomination bills from a zippered pocket on his leather vest. He smiles as he placed the crisp bill into your hand, "The motorcycle to get your motor running." He says with a wink of his own. He leans on the counter, which both brings his height down to your own and brings him closer still to you, "Oh honey, I could handle whatever you could throw at me." He says it not with the bravado you might see from a man trying to pick you up at a club, but with the sure confidence of a man that has been alive for longer than he should. "When I'm done with you, you would be a sweaty hot mess that wouldn't be able to walk for hours." He glances at the clock on the wall before adding, "So when do you get off?" He adds a slick smile so you're not sure whether he meant off work, or fucking him.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 12, 2022 16:48:51 GMT -5
She takes the bill and puts it in the register looking up as he leans in realizing just how close he is she fights the urge to step back, though where its out of fear or just cause he invaded her personal space its hard to tell." oh really...." she says and leans in close to whisper in his ear. " don't make promises you can't keep big boy, because I bite." she whispers, her words dancing across his ear as she slowly leans back so she can look him in the eyes. A mischievous glint sparkled in her golden brown eyes as her tongue darted out across her bottom lip. " you gonna buy me dinner first?" she says with a smirk as she turns and heads for the buzzer for the door, Her hips swaying deliciously in the tight black mini skirt that hugged her curves.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 12, 2022 17:57:56 GMT -5
He inhales slowly as you whisper in his ear, taking in your scent. “Oh I always keep my promises.” He whispers back as you start to pull back. “Now who is making promises they can’t keep.” He says at your bite threat. A smile on his lips, and his eyes locked to yours. “Dinner eh? Do you want me to fetch an Italian?” You easily catch that he said an Italian, and not Italian food. The man isn’t afraid to hunt for a meal. He makes no move for the door as you cross the room, and when you pivot at the button, you catch him shamelessly drinking you in with his eyes. As his eyes slowly trace your curves from bottom to top he picks up his helmet, replacing that handsome visage with the bone white skull on black that he always wears when he comes by. He flicks up the visor, and says, “I don’t know how long this will last.” Grabbing the blood bags you provided him, “You make me so damn hungry.” He smiles at you again, “Until next time hot stuff.” He heads for the door, “I’ll see you in my dreams.”
You watch him leave on the security monitor. He goes straight to his bike, stashing the bloody in a saddle bag on the bike. He straddles the bike and starts it, then he turns straight toward the camera winks at you like he knows you’re watching and flicks down his visor. As his engine revs you can feel it through the floor, then he’s gone.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 12, 2022 19:20:57 GMT -5
"well you know where to find me big boy." she said with a smirk as she watched him leave, unlocking and relocking the doors with a simple push of a button. Watching him on the security camera she blows a kiss at the screen knowing he cant see her as she turns and heads back into her lab. ignoring the vibration from his engine though she cant help but wonder what it would feel like to ride both him and the bike though she doubted she would actually ever act on that fantasy. He is that kind of trouble that she avoids like the plague. A soft chuckle slips past her lips at her own joke as she turns her music back up and goes back to work. Knowing she still has more time to kill before she has to lock up and leave so she doesn't get caught in the sunlight. The only time the blood bank is closed is for an hour each morning which gives elle time to get home before the sunrise and before jenny shows up at the blood bank.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 13, 2022 9:45:39 GMT -5
A while later the door chime rings, annoyingly interrupting your music as the audio from both systems are played through the same speakers. At first you think that maybe Tombstone has returned with the Italian he mentioned, and you almost hit the button to let him in without checking. With your finger on the button, you realize that he has never once rung the doorbell when he visits. You glance at the screen and see a large man, though smaller than Tombstone he would still be taller than you. He wears a baseball cap, a brown trench coat, a yellow tee shirt with a pattern of a palm tree made from white triangles, jeans and combat boots. Through the camera you can see him watching you through the small square window in the door. You don't think you've ever seen him before, so he can't be a off books client like Tombstone, as those meetings are always arranged before hand.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 13, 2022 16:23:28 GMT -5
Pausing behind the desk as she looks at the front door she reaches for the intercom button instead of the door buzzer. " West haven blood bank how can I help you?" comes her velvety smooth voice threw the small black box beside the door. There is a button underneath the speaker so that the man can clearly communicate with her. She didn't like when random people showed up at her place of work especially other vamps with out at least a phone call that they were stopping by. She also didn't have any more orders to go out tonight and jenny certainly didn't leave any notes about visitors coming by tonight.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 13, 2022 17:33:52 GMT -5
On the monitor you see the man move, and you feel like he’s talking without pushing the button. You draw attention to the button and he pushes it. “Ah, hi. I heard this is a place you can go to ah. I’ve heard you can go here if you hunt badly?” He doesn’t sound sure at all. He also seems to be hedging in case he doesn’t have the correct place.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 13, 2022 18:13:46 GMT -5
"who sent you?" she asked once again over the intercom as she watches the man on the monitor. Running her fingers absently threw her hair as she was beginning to grow impatient with this person. in order to know about this place you had to be from around here as in part of one of the clans in this city and they didn't give the address to this place out lightly. The elders of the clans guarded this place well because of the work she was doing here. So to have two visitors in one night was definitely out of the ordinary even if having tombstone show up had been a surprisingly pleasant surprise.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 14, 2022 9:25:18 GMT -5
He looks unsure, and says as much, "Ah, nobody sent me. I just heard that this is the place to go. I'm new to the city, and did not know what else to do. Won't you help me? I have money." He pulls a crumpled twenty out of his pocket and holds it up to the camera. He seems scared, or nervous and he glances off to the side several times throughout the conversation. "Please, I need this."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 14, 2022 16:37:11 GMT -5
Knowing she probably shouldn't do this, she goes into the cooler and grabs a bag before warming it up and heading back to the front counter. Setting the blood pack on the counter she steps back over to the door buzzer and hits the button, hearing the tell tale sound of the locks clicking as the door swings open for him to come." set the money on the counter and take the bag, if you need more we can discuss a contract." she said as she crossed her arms over her chest while watching him. airing on the side of caution she keeps her distance from the counter for now.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 16, 2022 5:10:47 GMT -5
The moment you push the button things begin to happen very fast. The man on the monitor is shoved backward as three men with shotguns that were standing out of frame rush into the building. The first trains his shotgun on you the second he enters the room. The other two pivot and sweep the room’s corners then follow the walls around until they’re also pointing their weapons at you. The first man in says, “You have a kind heart. We’re not here for you, stay calm and do as I say and this will be over quickly.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 16, 2022 7:18:17 GMT -5
"if your not here for me then what do you want?" she says now definetly annoyed, especially because she actually fell for the stupid vamp needing help trip. "im assuming your here for the blood." she says gesturing at the pack on the counter before looking back at the first man. Reaching up she pushed her fingers threw her hair and quickly tied it back with a hair band from around her wrist.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 17, 2022 2:58:25 GMT -5
You can see the first man on the monitor pacing back and forth with his hands on his head. He takes a few running steps out of frame and then he paces back into frame again. He looks scared.
“That’s right. We’re only here for the blood.” He grabs the bag off the counter and slips it into a pocket without breaking eye contact with you. His weapon continues to point at your face, unwavering.“Go.” He says, and the other two shoulder their weapons and move around the counter toward the back where the blood is kept refrigerated. “Just be cool and this will all be over soon.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 17, 2022 17:16:24 GMT -5
"you need my code to get in the cooler." she said and smirked as she glanced towards the back and then back at the one pointing the gun at her. looking him over for any logos or tell tale signs of who he is working for as this place was under the protection of multiple clans and the prince though the later wasnt alive well rather undead anymore. A smirk appeared on her face at her own private joke as she looked down at the gun then back at him." i hardly think thats necessary after all you out number me." she says as she takes a step towards the cooler.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 18, 2022 7:25:06 GMT -5
"Hold fast girl." You hear him take a step, and the shotgun cocks. That sound so familiar from television shows and movies, yet so much more dramatic in real life when the shotgun is pointed at you. "Codes can be given, or we can use other means." Another voice calls out from the back, "Code locked. We blowin' it or what?" The man with the gun calls out so his voice carries into the back, "Hold a moment." Then he reduces his volume to speak to just you, "The choice is yours, give us your code or we blow through the door?"
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 18, 2022 17:05:04 GMT -5
"blow through the door and you will destroy the blood." she says and rolls her eyes as she glances back towards the backroom for a moment before turning her attention back to the man with the shotgun pointed at her. "fine I'll give you the code, but i really am asking nicely when i say. Who sent you?" Her face darkening with a rather sinister look as she looked at him. Calling out to the man in the back room. "6056 that's the code." before once again turning her attention to the man in front of her. They may get access to the 2 dozen packs of blood in there but it was nothing much as she didn't keep a large stock of fresh blood on hand. Now if they had come by a few days ago they would have seen the big truck that picks up the blood every few weeks and takes it to the elders personal blood lockers. they didn't need to know that though and so she simply waited for the man to answer her.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 19, 2022 5:47:20 GMT -5
“If you know what you’re doing with explosives you can shred a door without harming a thing inside. I assure you we know what we’re doing. The code please, I grow impatient.” You give the code and the man behind darts into the back room again. “Did you really expect an answer to that?” The man actually smiles as he say that. The gun never waivers, and his eyes never leave yours. You have a moment to just observe as you both wait for the men in the back to find what they’re looking for, plenty of time to notice that the man before you has a pulse. That telltale twitch running up his neck, calm and steady in spite of the current situation. The men exit the back room, “The intel was wrong, only two dozen bags.” The man shakes his head, “Not our problem, move out.” The three move as one, with the man keeping his gun on you until he is out the door, leaving you alone in your once boring workplace. You’ve got some calls to make…
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 19, 2022 16:40:59 GMT -5
"stupid humans." she mutters once they are out of the front door. she locks it again and heads for the back to make some phone calls to the elders and get some better security for this place. After making the phone calls she leans back in her chair she glances over at the clock and realizes she has a good 6 hours till sunrise plenty of time to go see if a certain person is at a certain bar. Hopefully he would have better luck at finding the humans behind this faster than the elders would. Getting up she grabs a black bag that was hanging on the back of her door and sets it on the desk, pulling out some spare clothing she starts striping out of her work clothes and slipping into black leather pants and a deep purple corset top. Changing out her black flats for her pair of boots that were in the bottom of the bag. She stuffs everything into the bag and pulls her long hair back in a pony tail and heads towards the back of the blood bank after making sure everything is locked up and leaving a note for jenny to explain what happened she unlocks a door at the end of the hallway and steps into the loading bay and walks over to the tarp covered object tucked off to the side. pulling the tarp off as a smirk appears on her face." hmmm wonder what he will think of this one." she said as she zips up a sleek leather jacket and throws her leg over her deep purple and black Kawasaki ninja. starting her up and feeling her purr to life as she places her helmet on her head and flips the visor down. pulling out of the loading bay and zipping down the road, weaving dangerously among the cars as she heads out of town and towards the bar that tombstone is known to frequent, hopefully he is there.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 20, 2022 9:33:02 GMT -5
You weave in and out of traffic, unable to hear the road rage and pedestrian curses that follow in your wake. You make your way to the highway, and let loose your bikes powerful engine. Cars would have been blurring past you when you were Human, but now they seem like they're barely moving. Undeath does have it's advantages, and faster reflexes are definitely one of them. You reach the outskirts of town and have to slow down as the roads out here are more potholes than actual road. You dodge and weave like a drunkard, but manage to make it to the Beer Barrel. The parking lot is blissfully well paved after the crap roads you had to take to get here. There are about thirty bikes parked outside, all of them cruisers, and none of them crotch rockets like your ninja. There are a crowd of leather clad men standing in small groups smoking, and talking. As you pull in you draw a lot of attention, but whether it's because you're a hot chick or because you're riding a Ninja you're not sure.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 20, 2022 14:39:41 GMT -5
Rather used to the stares for both reasons she pays them no attention as she flicks the kickstand down and kills the engine. Sitting up straighter she removes her helmet and then swings her leg over the bike so that she is now standing beside it. Glancing around she tries to remember what tombstones bike looks like but there are to many and she never really paid attention to it when he came by. Giving a slight shrug she heads for the front door. Hoping tombstone is here and this wasn't a waste of a trip. Pushing the door open she steps inside the dimly lit bar and looks around.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 21, 2022 9:10:35 GMT -5
Entering the bar you see a half wall that divides the entrance from a couple of pool tables. Just past the half wall straight ahead the room opens up to both sides. There are a half dozen booths along the walls, but the floor is entirely open. The back wall is all bar, with three women that look a lot like you. Short skirts, and button up shirts with the top couple buttons undone to expose their cleavage. One of the women has the bottom half of their shirt tied in a knot to expose her midriff, and the telltale twinkling of light reflecting off of a belly button ring. The music here is too loud for reasonable conversation, you can feel it in your bones every time the bass kicks. The room is inhabited by a mixture of bikers and goths. The bikers are big, with bushy beards. They're clad in denim and leather. The goths are covered in spikes and wear mostly black. Mostly because there is one fellow with a long white leather trench coat and a white top hat.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 21, 2022 17:14:44 GMT -5
Tucking her hands into the pockets of her jacket she makes her way back towards the bar and tries to catch one of the women behind the bar's attention. "know where i can find tombstone?" she asked well more like shouted over the music as she quickly scanned her surrounding. Loud music was great if you wanted to get lost in it but not when you were trying to find someone. She had no intention of staying all that long if tombstone wasnt here she would just head home early and hopefully one of the elders would call her back with info.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 22, 2022 7:07:08 GMT -5
Eyes follow you as you cross the room, but now you know that it's because you're a hot chick in tight leather and not because you're riding a bike that doesn't fit the style of the clientele. It takes you less time to get the attention of one of the servers than it does to try to get your message across. You have to lean right in and speak almost directly into her ear. She smells of vanilla, and you can feel her pulse thrumb in time with the music. "I haven't seen the big guy tonight, you could check down at the hot ass. It's just down the street." When you look confused, she smirks, "Hotel Bass, but the lights don't work right."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 22, 2022 7:41:25 GMT -5
Feeling the thrum of her pulse makes her realize just how long its been since she hunted live prey and she has to fight the urge not to pick a target and lure them away. Not that it would be hard to convince one of the humans here to disappear into a back room with her for a bit. "thanks sweet heart." she says and stands up turning to face the rest of the room as she leans her back against the bar. Debating if it was worth it tryin to go find him at his hotel room or just head home. nah lets just go home, dont want him thinking that im actually attracted to him. she thinks to herself as she makes her way out of the bar and back towards her bike with the intent of going home
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