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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 23, 2022 7:20:03 GMT -5
You exit the bar to see three men standing around your bike. One is crouched down pointing toward the engine block. As you approach the fellow stands up. “Fuckin’ Ninja, yeah? Fuckin’ thing goes fuckin’ fast, yeah?” When you nod, or answer in the affirmative he adds a emphatic, “Fuck yeah.” He glances at the other two before he adds with a smile, “I’m not a bike snob like these two fuckers.”
What happens next you hear before you see. Tombstone’s bike roars in behind you, he flips up his visor and asks, “Is there a problem here babe?” While staring daggers at the three men. He hasn’t moved off of his bike, his voice isn’t angry. He has made no hostile move at all, but all three men hold up their hands and take a couple steps back, “Fuck no. Friendly chat is all.” Tombstone shifts his withering gaze to the man that likes your bike, but addresses you, “That so?”
If you want that guy, and his two buddies shit kicked in all you have to do is lie here. You know that in your bones.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 24, 2022 17:02:51 GMT -5
"no prob at all hun." she says and glances over at tombstone, flashing him a smile before looking back at the other guys. "you guys gonna move or just stand there all day." she says and once they step back further she closes the distance to her bike and picks up her helmet before turning towards tombstone. "i know i know your surprised to see me here." she said with a smirk as she looked him and his bike over before turning her attention back to his eyes.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 24, 2022 19:39:45 GMT -5
Tombstone keeps staring at the men until they’re actively leaving the area, so he misses you checking him and his bike out. When he turns his attention back to you, he smiles, “I’ve lived too long to be surprised by much, but seeing your sexy ass in those leather pants definitely surprised me.” He flicks off his engine before adding, “I’m more surprised by the bike though.” He smile turns to more of a smirk, “I just knew you liked having powerful things between your legs.” He walks his bike forward to park beside yours. That way both of you can sit on your bikes to chat. “Why the hell are you all the way out here?”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 26, 2022 17:26:43 GMT -5
" cant a girl just come see you?" she asks with a smirk though there is something she is hiding its easy to see in her eyes before she glances down at her helmet in her hands. "actually the blood bank got robbed and i was hoping you could help me figure out who tipped them off." she seemed almost embarrassed to admitting this as she always gave off the strong tough guy well girl persona. Over the centuries she had dealt with her fair share of hunters and being shot at but for some reason this didn't sit well with her this time. Slowly she glanced up at him, her honey brown eyes held a swirl of emotion for a moment before returning to their normal coldness as she straightened her shoulders, not wanting to seem weak or vulnerable in front of him. The last thing she wanted was to be seen as a weakling.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 26, 2022 23:50:47 GMT -5
“You’re always welcome to come see me. I just thought you were going to keep teasing me with those mini skirts, without me every getting to see you out of that lab coat.” His eyes are on you, tracing your curves and you know he’s imagining you out of more than just a lab coat. His face grows serious when you mention the robbery however, and any trace of the flirty Tombstone vanishes like smoke. “Tell me everything.” He demands. He gets you to run through the whole story twice. The first time he lets you tell it at your own pace, without interrupting. The second time he asks so many questions, interrupting your narrative constantly. Weird stuff to, like how they held the weapon, how they moved, what they were wearing, and dozens more that you never would have thought to even ask.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 27, 2022 18:03:40 GMT -5
She runs threw everything, making sure not to leave out any details at all about the robbery no matter how many times she had to re tell it to him, at least he wasn't laughing at her for letting some humans hold her at gun point. doing her best to answer every question about what happened, occasionally glancing around as if she expected them to show up here. Reaching up she takes her hair down letting it fall down around her face in a dark wave.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 27, 2022 21:40:39 GMT -5
“And you’re sure they were Human? At least the leader, yeah? Well fuck.” Tombstone leans back on his bike. “The only reason I can think of for Humans robbing a blood bank is our kind.” He looks around to make sure there are no Humans around while he talks, ever careful about the masquerade. “The Elders of our clans already have access, so it wouldn’t be them. Must be followers of Set. I’ve heard they’re pushing in toward St John’s from Cornerbrook.” He taps out a little drum beat on his gas tank, “Tell me more about the first guy. I bet he’s the weak link in this chain.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 28, 2022 9:32:46 GMT -5
"the very first guy was a vamp looking for blood as far as i know but he was very skittish and never actually came in the building it was just a ruse to get inside and i fell for it. the leader was definitely human unless we can suddenly have a pulse." she said as she looked at his hand that was tapping out a beat on the gas tank. " i know me coming here probably messes with your rep but i didn't know who else to go to. considering most others like us avoid me unless they are in desperate need of blood." running her fingers threw hair again as she looked up at him.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 28, 2022 18:33:27 GMT -5
“So we’re looking for a, uh, we’re looking for one of us that’s real low on the totem pole. I say we check out skid row, see if you can’t pick him out of the crowd.” His drumming has been intensifying since it started, and now he has started nodding his head along with the best he is producing. His feet are tapping like a double base drum. “Who are you kidding. If anything you’ve bumped my reputation up a notch or two. Do you have any idea how good you look in those pants? I recognized your ass from across the lot.” You’re not sure if he meant your actual ass, or if he was speaking of you as a person. Though you suspect it’s the former.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 29, 2022 7:10:35 GMT -5
if she could blush she definitely would be right now as she realized he was talking about her actual ass. as she looked him up and down once more an idea popped into her head and she stood up stepping close so her body brushed against his as she whispered in his ear. "maybe i'll let you see how good i look with out the pants on....." her voice soft and almost breathy as she speaks before leaning back to look him in the eyes, a mischievous smile on her face.
She really wasn't sure why she had jumped so quickly to trust him and come to him about the robbery especially since they hadn't interacted much except a handful of times since he found out about the blood bank. But it had felt right to go to him about this, maybe because they were both loners, she didn't even know what clan he belonged to though she did suspect that they belonged to the same clan.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2022 11:25:30 GMT -5
As you step close the wall of muscle abruptly grabs you by your waist. You’re not really sure what he’s planning, but he’s got a hold of you now and you’re not sure if you could pull away from him if you wanted to. He’s holding you completely still. After you whisper your words he picks you up, pivots, and slips you onto your bike. “Let’s go, follow me.” Is all he says, but was that sadness in his eyes? Disappointment? Whatever it was it was his facial features are abruptly obscured with the white skull of his visor.
He leads you back into St John’s, to an underground parking lot entrance for an apartment building. He dangles a key fob in front of the graffiti covered sensor and waits as the door struggles upward before riding down into the structure. The path he rides leads down to the second basement. He pulls to a stop by a stack of skids with a painter’s tarp tossed beside it on the ground. He turns off his bike, and says, “Park there. Use the tarp to cover your bike.”
The key fob was attached to his keys. He came right to a parking spot he knew was here. This must be his place. Maybe he’s going to take you up on your offer before he helps you with your problem. There are a couple fenced in storage areas blocked by stacks of skids and other debris right there. You could learn so much about this man by stepping into his personal haven, but it might come with more than you bargained for as well.
As you finish covering your bike he holds out a different helmet, similar to his own, but without the skull. “Headset in this one so we can talk without yelling.” He pats the seat behind him, “Come on, let’s go.” I leave it to you whether you feel disappointed or relieved that he didn’t invite you in. Perhaps a mixture of both?
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 29, 2022 12:24:37 GMT -5
startled at first when he grabs her she freezes for a moment wondering exactly what he has planned but then just places her on her bike leaving her staring at him trying to read his expression. Tucking her hair up under her helmet she quickly follows him back to what she is assuming is his place and does as he asks while glancing around curiously. Once her bike is covered she takes the helmet from him and raises an eyebrow curiously before glancing back at her bike, a look that says why cant i take my bike. Giving a shrug she quickly braids her hair back over her shoulder before pulling the helmet on and climbing on behind him and wrapping her arms around his waist. Perhaps she had misjudged the flirting they both had been doing and should have just left it at that with out hinting at more. an odd mix of disappointment and yet happy that he didn't invite her in at the same time left her a bit of kilter as she glanced around again.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2022 12:47:13 GMT -5
His bike roars to life under you, and it feels as powerful as it sounds. “Your bike would draw too much attention where we’re going.” He says, answering your unasked question. He grabs both your hands and crosses them further over his body, drawing you tight against him in the process. Between the leather and the corded muscle below the leather, it’s like hugging an old oak tree or a brick wall. He heads back out of the underground parking garage, turning the bike toward the rougher part of town.
You can only really get a view of one side or the other with how tightly he’s keeping you pulled to him. The rise itself is smooth as glass, and his bike handles like a dream. It’s fast too, when he punches it, you’re glad he had you pulled so tightly against him. That’s clearly the only reason, not this remarkably intimate embrace.
Skid row is set up under and overpass near Bowring Park down by the Waterford mental hospital. A dozen makeshift shelters composed of scraps gathered by the inhabitants, and another dozen tents or structures made of boxes and tarps make up this city within a city. Tombstone stops the bike in a lot across the street, killing the engine. He throws an arm over you and pulls you around to sit side saddle in front of him so you’re facing skid row. “Let me know if you see him.” He says holding you close so it looks like you’re there to make out instead of observe.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 29, 2022 13:09:09 GMT -5
Tucked tight against him, she lets her self just enjoy being this close to him, figuring this may be as close as she ever actually gets to him. Also enjoying the feel of the bike between her legs, there were only a few things more enjoyable then flying threw the streets on a motorcycle. When they reach the lot she cant help the faint sigh that slips past her lips as she feeling the purr of the engine fade away only to be pulled around, a squeak of surprise at the sudden movement before she realizes what he was intending and does her best to relax and not ruin his plan. Glancing around thankful that her eyes are obscured by the visor as she searched the faces of everyone she could see. Not all that hopeful that they would manage to find him as she sat there with him. After about 45 minutes movement catches her eye on the far right side of skid row and when his head sticks out she recognizes him instantly." far right near the blue box house." she says grateful for the mike in her helmet.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2022 14:54:07 GMT -5
Tombstone stands up, casually lifting you with one arm as he does so. He sets you on your feet. "Go talk to him. Approach from there." He gestures to one side. "When he runs, he will go to that alley where I'll be waiting." Assuming you follow his instructions, you attract a lot of attention from the mostly male population of Skid Row. The cat calls and whistling draws your quarries attention, and his eyes grow wide. He turns and begins running away, just like Tombstone said he would. He rounds into the alley, and when you turn the corner into the alley you find Tombstone holding the man by the throat. His feet are two feet off the ground, and he's making gurgling noises. "Now where do you think you're going little man." Tombstone says in an angry growl.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 29, 2022 16:21:55 GMT -5
"we really need to talk about the whole picking me up all the time thing." she mutters into the mike before doing as told taking her helmet off as she walked, ignoring the attention from the men as she follows the man around the corner in no rush cause she know tombstone is already there holding him. Stepping into the alley way and raising an eyebrow at the man held off the ground..." your friend was rather rude and didn't want to answer my questions, i think you will be a bit more helpful wont you?" she said her voice held a dark promise that if he didn't help that he would end up dead.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2022 17:06:24 GMT -5
“His heart is beating quite fast, I think he might be scared. I’m going to put you down now. If you run I will catch you. If I have to chase you I will break both your legs so I don’t have to chase you again, understood?” The man looks rightly terrified and nods. Tombstone sets the man down, turning him by his shoulders to face Elle.
He looks at you, “You’re the voice over the intercom. They told me what to say, and threatened to shoot me if I didn’t do as they asked.” He looks scared, and guilty, “They didn’t even give me the money they promised me.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 29, 2022 17:25:51 GMT -5
"now be a dear and tell me who they were?" she said as she took a few steps closer watching him shake." better yet just tell me everything you know about them. and maybe i wont let him hurt you." she said with a smirk as she glanced at tombstone before turning back to the scared man in front of her.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2022 17:51:23 GMT -5
Tombstone’s tightens his grip on the man’s shoulders and he winces in pain. “You don’t have to threaten me, I’ll tell you what you want to know.” He tries to struggle free of Tombstone’s grasp, but gives up when he makes no progress. “They picked me up in a black SUV right over there.” He gestures behind you at the street. “They had Checkers garbage on the floor. Checkers only services the West side of town near Costco. They brought me to a warehouse, but they covered my head in a hood. I could hear the Trans Canada Highway though, or maybe Route two. That’s all I know.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 29, 2022 18:07:04 GMT -5
"did they i don't make any phone calls, or talk at all while they had you, they had to have said something? what were they going to pay you?" she asked wanting to get what ever details she could out of this man. Glancing up at tombstone to see if perhaps he was picking up more than she was at the moment as her people skills were better reserved for scientists and conferences than interrogating someone in the middle of an alley way in the early hours before dawn. Just thinking of dawn had her glancing towards the sky to see how much longer they had till they would have to call it a night or rather a day.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2022 18:16:02 GMT -5
“They said they would give me a hundred bucks.” He glances over his shoulder at Tombstone, then pivots back to looking at you. His face looks like he wishes he hadn’t looked at Tombstone at all. “They didn’t say anything really. Just told me what to say, and then drove me to the blood bank.” His eyes grow pleading, like they were on the monitor. “Please let me go, that’s all I know.”
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 29, 2022 18:30:44 GMT -5
"not my decision." she says with a smirk as she glances at tombstone again making it seem like he was the one really in charge since the man seemed even more afraid of tombstone than of her. holding out one of her hands she glanced down at her perfectly manicured black nails as if bored of this whole interaction.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2022 18:44:46 GMT -5
“If it’s up to me.” Tombstone says before cranking the man’s head to one side and biting him. He drinks his fill, then offers him toward you Elle. If you drink he holds the man still, and as soon as you’re done he licks the wound shut, and snaps his neck. He then tosses the body into a dumpster.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 29, 2022 18:52:58 GMT -5
Not normally one to drink from random men but its been a long night and she only got to have one blood bag earlier and this man had really tested her patience. So when tombstone had offered her him she stepped in and took her fill before stepping back and licking her lips as she looked up at him. the telltale glow of a fresh feed making her eyes shine for a moment before she looks away. It had been a long time since she had actually fed from live prey having been living on blood bags and synthetic blood for so very long. The taste lingering in her mouth as the feeling of fresh blood spread threw her body. Giving a slight and hopefully unnoticeable shake of her head she turned around and started making her way back towards his bike.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2022 19:32:19 GMT -5
“Stop.” Tombstone commands you as you turn to walk out of the alley. He reached up and wipes away a trickle of blood from the corner of your mouth with his thumb. He then kicks the blood from his own thumb. With the body disposed of, he follows you out of the alley. “The sun will be up soon.” He says as he mounts his bike. “I don’t think we have time to track them down tonight.” The roar of his engine blocks out any other sound in the area. He makes no move to help you onto his bike this time.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 29, 2022 21:12:37 GMT -5
She pauses and looks back at him in confusion, surprise flickering across her face when he wipes away the trickle of blood and nods."yeah i figured as much." she said as she climbed onto the back of his bike slightly unsure as she pulled her helmet back on and wrapped her arms around his waist. Holding on but not to tight as she was trying not to over think this. After all he was only helping her.... though she wasnt sure why he was helping her.
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 29, 2022 22:04:30 GMT -5
He rolls back the throttle hard, almost yanking you out of your seat with the force of it. When he breaks for a corner you have to readjust your grip. It doesn’t take you long to figure out where he’s taking you. Back to your bike, and his apartment. Glancing skyward you can see the brightening shades of purples and the start of blue where once only blackness dwelled. You will not have time to make it back to your place before the sun rises.
The garage door chugs upward, grinding and lurching like it will break at any moment. He rides under the door before it reaches the top, securing you both in the under ground garage. He pulls up beside where your bike is parked, and kills his engine. “It’s nearly dawn. You can’t make it home before sunrise.” He walks between two stacks of skids, and you can hear a chain rattle. “You coming?”
His apartment itself is a simple storage area that used to be a maintenance room. Basically a single twenty by ten space that houses all his worldly possessions. A mixture of artifacts that all seem out of their time. A open wardrobe that contains a lot of leather, denim, and a WWII army uniform. The walls are lined with weapons on display, from blades, and other martial arts weapons to handguns and long guns. “Many of these weapons had been purchased new, but now seem like relics from the past.” Aside from weapons, the place also has a several collections of music from throughout history. A lot of which most people who look at Tombstone wouldn't believe that he possesses. Round tubes, records, and CDs line shelves showing an eclectic taste in music. There are also posters of barely dressed women in seductive poses on the walls, and a laundry basket surrounded with dirty clothes that didn’t make it into the basket.
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 30, 2022 7:33:47 GMT -5
She glances back towards her bike then towards him as she contemplates trying to make a dash for home but knowing even if she pushed her bike to top limits she only had a matter of minutes before the suns first rays would be reaching the city and she would get caught. While it wouldn't kill her right away it would hurt like hell and would take extra blood to heal. giving a slight shrug she followed him into his apartment glancing around as she removed the helmet. Intrigued by the music she walked the short distance to where it all sat, she was careful not to touch anything but spent a good few minutes browsing the titles, a small smile on her face as his room revealed unspoken secrets about him. Soon the full body exhaustion that came with the rising sun started to set in and she reached up to stretch out, her black leather jacket hiking up revealing a flash of the dark purple corset top she wore underneath. "thank you for not making me leave this close to dawn."
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Post by DM-Delfon on Jan 30, 2022 13:59:20 GMT -5
The shelves are lined with music from every genre you can think of. The older the device that plays the music the calmer the music itself is. A lot of his CD's are a mixture of techno, hard rock, and metal. Now that you're closer you can even see boxes with 8-tracks and cassette tapes on top of the shelves. His voice draws your attention away from the shelf briefly, "Of course. You would have done the same for me." He says with a shrug as he stoops to pick up his dirty clothes and put them into the hamper, "You can take the bed. Shower is through there. Since we're close to the boilers the water gets extremely hot." He hangs up his leathers in the open wardrobe, then tosses his shirt into the hamper. "I don't cook, so what amounts to a kitchen is through there." He lays out on the middle of the floor shirtless, his belt keeping his pants just low enough to reveal a bit of a treasure trail. His body is as corded with muscle as you imagined while holding him on the bike, somehow even more so. He closes his eyes, and adds, "Make yourself at home."
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Post by lilmsdarknes on Jan 30, 2022 14:14:56 GMT -5
"you dont have to sleep on the floor this is your place after all." she said as she walked over and sat down beside him. taking off her boots and then her leather jacket folding it up and making a pillow out of it. Perfectly content to sleep on the floor than to take his bed from him. She tried to keep her gaze unnoticeable as she checked him out, she maybe undead and sex may not hold the same appeal as it did when she was alive it didn't mean she couldn't enjoy the opposite sex from time to time. though it had been a really long time since she had let anyone get close enough to her to cross that line. loosening the ribbons that held her top tight she then laid down beside him her head resting on her folded jacket. trying to take up as little of his space as possible though as she laid there she glanced towards the bed and couldn't help when her mind wandered for a moment to what it would be like with him but she quickly wrangled those thoughts back in as a yawn slipped past her lips. dawn was upon them and soon sleep would claim her.
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