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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 19, 2010 18:28:56 GMT -5
Eleanor continued her little game, leaning over Jack. "I think it's time you knew your place. You're making a total fool of yourself, and I doubt the manager likes his patrons being drained of blood."
Looked like Soren needed help. And it was always good to have allies in an unpredictable world such as this.
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Post by Rebbykins on Oct 19, 2010 19:33:20 GMT -5
Jack made a face of annoyance when Soren started to struggle, releasing his hand to try and get a better grip on the half morph so he could feed better! A little blood dribbled down Jack's chin from the coroner of his mouth, sort of cute-like maybe, if it wasn't for the snarls and growls coming from him. His red eyes narrowed as he stared at Eleanor. Why was she still here? This was his prey! Anything she said to him went in one ear and out the other, as if she was talking to a slowpoke. He made a feral hiss at the female, then stopped and sniffed the air suddenly. There was other prey to have, prey who wouldn't struggle!
"Blooood," he moaned like some sort of zombie. Oh wait, they liked brains normally, didn't they? Jack bounced off of Soren and crawled off like some animal, sniffing the ground for whoever he was looking for.
As he was leaving, he lost the hat of his costume. Bozu noticed this and hurried over to pick it up. <Jack's leaving, so bye-bye Bigger Bozu~> The Squirtle waved to Aaron and started to follow Jack.
((Jack and Bozu have left the thread, unless stopped.))
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Oct 22, 2010 0:04:15 GMT -5
The moment his hand was free, Soren quickly retracted it to craddle it near his chest. There was still blood flowing from it and it was staining the costume he was wearing. Good thing the cloth was already a dark color.
The trauma seemed to sober Soren up a bit and the boy suddenly realized just what he had been doing. Eleanor was still over him and he did not like the look of her. Slowly, he stood up, though staying close to the wall. Escape, escape, escape, and never ever drink again. He did way too many idiotic things when drunk. Still, the woman had helped him, and it was social norm to thank those that helped... right? Mumbling a quiet "thanks", Soren tried to then slip away to escape from this situation, slowly shifting to the right as his back stayed glued to the wall.
Wild Soren is trying to escape!
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 22, 2010 14:03:13 GMT -5
"Calm down." Eleanor tilted her head with a smile, her voice carrying across the room. "This is just a costume. I prefer to stay away from blood myself." She tried to appear warm and friendly, which was quite the feat for someone as emotionally cold as Eleanor.
"There's no need to let that idiot ruin your night," Eleanor said smoothly. "Can I get you a drink?"
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Post by ヽ(´▽`)/ on Oct 25, 2010 7:49:38 GMT -5
The woman stopped him from leaving, and Soren wanted to curse. Except cursing was below him. Apparently, her attire was just a costume, but after that run in with the other vampire, he was not going to believe that obvious lie. He shook his head vehemently. It wasn't just Jack that had ruined his night. Just coming here had ruined it. He wasn't meant for the party life. He didn't belong here. He was determined to leave and pretend nothing ever happened. If anyone he met that night happened to remember him, he would go to his grave denying it. Tonight never existed for him.
ooc;fail short post, sorry
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Post by Draffle on Oct 25, 2010 19:45:22 GMT -5
Aaron shaked his head as the Squirtle ran off. He did not care enough to bother. he just kept drinking and refilling his plastic cup all the time. there were really nothing else for him to do other then that. that and watching the other people. but there were really not that much to watch. why did he come here anyway? he had beginning to wonder.
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Post by Black Ranger Talis on Oct 26, 2010 22:41:15 GMT -5
Seeing that the man so desperately wanted to leave, Eleanor didn't try to stop him a second time. Oh well, such was life. She refilled her body's alcohol levels, concerned she might be sobering up a little.
She called out to the man. "Hope the rest of your nights earn better than this!" before sipping her drink. It was so fun, manipulating people in a fragile state of mind. Almost as if she was karmic punishment for their own despicable weakness. Oh well. A new target would present itself in time.
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Post by Draffle on Oct 29, 2010 18:30:03 GMT -5
Aaron looked around again. he could see a girl drinking. The costume were maybe a little odd. but he really didn`t care that much. he just got this odd feeling when he looked at her. he shaked his head and refilled the plastic cup for god knows how many times. he began feeling the effects of the alcohol, thats for sure. but he could still wait. that were all he could do. wait until someone tried to start a conversation with him, or wait until someone attacked him, or just wait for anything to happen. he could wait for a long time, but right now the alcohol were decreasing his ability to keep the boredom away.
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