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Post by DARLA BARRY on Dec 24, 2012 11:09:14 GMT -5
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Darla double checked the text on her phone, and then proceeded to look upwards at the illuminated sign above her head. this looked like the right place. earlier on when she had texted her friend.. sure .. she came off as quite able when it came to directions. but in the end .. Shamefully, she retorted to purchasing a gps and installing it in her car. Apparently driving (which was a chore within itself when it came to darla) and struggling to look at street signs was not the easiest thing to accomplish. so it improved the situation when a robotic female voice chipped at her at random intervals throughout the trip.
all in all, it wasn't too horrible. looking on the bright side, she had arrived. well ... at least she believed she was in the right place. and if not, surely charlie would realize and speak out. but for now .. mollie withdrew her gaze from the phone's lit screen and moved forward slowly, once she had reached an outdoor table she sank into one of the chairs, keeping herself still. it had been a while. since she had worn heels. a mistake she realized only much too late. being so long she caught herself wobbling a few times or stuck at the top of the stairs down from her dorm room. it was unnerving, to be at least two inches higher than usual. she felt strange, as someone who had steadily remained at 5'5 most of her adult life she had grown comfortable, practically homey at that height.
however, wearing heels was one thing that Darla always did. She found that they made her look more intimidating but darla quickly realized after starting university, she didn't have much cause to dress up and then when she wasn't at work she was school. where simple attire always worn. jackets and sweaters replaced t-shirts, and shorts also substituted with jeans.
today was no exception. But here she was sitting, fully clothed in the light green satin. she was often told green, in color, fit her skin tone, it matched her. and the fact that she had inadvertently chosen a light green shoes on this day, on her outing maybe she was looking forward to this and raising her expectations more than she consciously admitted.
as she pushed back a raven black strand behind her ear, Darla inhaled and walked into the diner and sat down. Looking at her phone her friends text read “Sorry cant make it” She sighed deeply and put the phone away. At least she could eat in peace anyways. She grabbed the menu and began scanning it.
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Post by GABRIEL JAMES NOEL on Dec 24, 2012 13:54:40 GMT -5
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Still, nothing beat the 70s when it came to cars. Gabriel got out of the well-maintained Coupe de Ville in front of the diner. Diners were easy to find prey in, he had found. The people there were often tired and easy to impress. A well-dressed Englishman often turned heads in town like this. Was it cocky to think that? Perhaps.
And he was, he had to admit, rather well-dressed. He wore a black Armani v-neck sweater over a white dress shirt, Diesel jeans, and Chelsea boots. On top of that all was a woolen pea coat, his eyes hidden behind dark glasses. Gabriel's hair, as always, was messed up. He was disdainful of eating, for it had no benefit to him. The taste was okay, but it was pointless.
Gabriel was a bit surprised, then, to find what he guessed was one of his kind sitting there. The scent was less warm and human, and the complexion...he knew another vampire when he saw one. Paris and New Orleans had taught him that much.How very interesting. Thinking the same as me, darling? His internal monologue was always less than polite. He took off the glasses and began to slowly move towards her.
Are you waiting for someone? The tone in which he greeted her was soft and low, betraying his country of origin, though with all the time spent in French-speaking areas, there was a hint of that as well.Forgive me if that seems rude. I was merely wondering if I might join you. Of course, there was the chance that he was wrong, small as that was. That might be interesting, as well, a strange foreigner with stranger word choice approaching a random person.
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Post by DARLA BARRY on Dec 24, 2012 15:31:23 GMT -5
[style=background-image: url(http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m602/Jordanna_ODowd/Capture1_zpsa7ca7c82.png); height: 250px;width:400px;"] Give me love like her,'Cause lately I've been waking up alone Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out, We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around,All I want is the taste that your lips allow,- - - - - - - - - Give Me Love-.-.-.-.-.
ever since Darla had moved here from new york, nothing really eventful had happened at all. she didn't know why she had expected it to be anything different, especially since she left with lots of money to get herself an apartment and get by until she got a proper job. it was just, she couldn't handle her rather abusive greedy parents in the past even though they had always gotten her everything she had ever wanted , aside from living in a fancy apartment a dog named mackrel, she knew hardly anybody in this town. she had only spoken to a few people on that public chat room,but for some reason she doubted she would ever see those people in person anyways.
and god, some of those people were filled with drama. it was all just gossip. it could have all been a lie and she would be foolish to fall for it.Considering it was time to eat she decided on a burger and fries and a pint because it would be more appetizing in the long run if she washed it down with alcohol, she then smelled a familiar smell. A vampire smell. Her face lit up into a smile and he walked over to join her, only a bit cautiously because he wasn't sure if that was okay. She smirked “Why hello angel, I was only waiting for who ever was wanting to join me” she said to the boy who had walked up to her
Darla surveyed the boy and decided he was a quite attractive specimen. He was just tall enough with dark hair and the kind of eyes a girl could really fall for. Darla gave an inward laugh. Fall for. Darla never thought she would ever fall for anyone because she was so manipulative and used her angel face to get free drinks and practically anything her little non beating heart desire. Darla glanced at the boy gesturing for him to take a seat next to her “Im Darla” she purred “and who might you be”. Darla was fairly new to bad rock and knew about shifters and knowing humans and other gross things like werewolves. Darla shuddered thinking about them. She was very happy to finally have met one of her own kind.
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Post by GABRIEL JAMES NOEL on Dec 24, 2012 16:39:29 GMT -5
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That was in the all-too-distant past, however. Gabriel had to remind himself of that. Instead of dwelling on his thoughts, he began to pay attention to the girl in front of him, murmuring "Thank you" as he made to sit down. She was an average height, maybe a little taller. The heels helped, and the raven-black hair brought back memories of countless women. Quite a few men, too. What could he say? Black hair was pleasing.
Gabriel returned the girl's smile with a disarming one of his own as she introduced herself. "Darla," he repeated, quietly. "I am well and truly charmed, Darla."Gallantry was second nature to him. It annoyed some and impressed others, but it was a relic from the time period he was from.
Before he got to introducing himself, Gabriel was interrupted by one of the wait staff asking if he wanted anything. Not wanting to draw undue attention to himself, he ordered a coffee, black: the only real way to drink it."Well, Darla," he drawled, almost a purr, "I am Gabriel James Noel, at your service. What, if I might ask, brings you here? Surely there are...better places to eat." [/color] A smirk that followed that revealed a fang, and he laughed quietly. One had to get to know the other vampires in the area, as a rule. As he waited for a reply, one hand rested on his chin. Gabriel needed a shave, but then again, he always did.[/div][/style] [/center] |
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Post by DARLA BARRY on Dec 25, 2012 13:42:16 GMT -5
center] [style=background-image: url(http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m602/Jordanna_ODowd/Capture1_zpsa7ca7c82.png); height: 250px;width:400px;"] Give me love like her,'Cause lately I've been waking up alone Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out, We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around,All I want is the taste that your lips allow,- - - - - - - - - Give Me Love-.-.-.-.-.
The boy introduced himself as Gabriel. Mikki smiled widely and grabbed her shot and took it. "Pleasure im sure, so whats someone like you doing in a place like this" she said laughing at his question she replied "I was craving some fries, weird right?" she said dipping a fry into some ketchup, "Plus its my favourite place to get this kind of food" she said smiling brightly and tossing her hair over her shoulderAlthough vampires did prefer more... meatier objects Darla did enjoy a good serving of frys and grease. It may just be easier to eat the cook. she said looking over to the little serving window you could see the chef fat and greasy. she smirked. "They are really good you want some" Darla said offering the boy some fries
Gabriel seemed to have an edge to him Darla liked his eyes they displayed a sense of mischief that she was very intrigued in this figure who had sat down beside her. Although he needed to shave pretty badly she thought to herself. "So are there many of us here in bad rock? im sorta new here" she said munching on another fry
Gabriel chuckled and Darla felt something she had no since the merchant boy long long ago. it was happiness. well this was weird she thought to herself, this boy was very very appealing to Darla. she kicked the thought and ordered a glass of red wine. The only drink that she enjoyed almost as much as human blood or shifter blood.
As a human Darla had enjoied steak the most out of human food because it could be cooked to a point where it was still bloody and delicious and it tasted as close to human as it gets. When Darla was first turned she thought she was a monster she had hidden away for months on end simply eating steak because she was terrified of what she had become. Eventually she settled for torturing and maiming only bad people. for example men who committed crimes like rape and beating children. It got too difficult to keep track of where all these people are going so now darlas diet is a mix of human food and human blood from the blood bank around the corner from her apartment
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Post by GABRIEL JAMES NOEL on Dec 25, 2012 18:06:45 GMT -5
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Gabriel watched her with curiosity as she ate and drank to her delight. The coffee came, and he pushed that to the side. "In a word, boredom. To be more specific,"he grinned again, his gaze landing on the cook she had pointed out, "the chance of picking up a morsel."No burgers for him, however. Humans were their own sort of cattle. Easily herded, and easily fed upon. They even did their own breeding.
It was easy to remember the humanistic attitude he held about mortals. It was even easier to break that attitude's code...morality be damned, human blood was finer than champagne or absinthe. Eventually Gabriel gave up entirely on animals. Why would the apex predator, the top of the food chain, choose to eat something so flawed? So...human.
That didn't mean that Gabriel was entirely without some sort of belief. There were those who the vampire respected, even cherished: those who could bring beauty and healing to the world still, despite the inherently evil nature of many. Those who didn't possess the spark of innocence were fair game.
It seemed to him that there were far more of those these days. Or maybe he just wanted there to be. It was much easier to justify everything done to others when you already had the worldview of them as crooked. The song he had heard at one of those god-awful clubs (Why were they called that? A club is a like-minded group of people, thinks the Old World gentleman), went something like Maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic. Gabriel would never admit it, but that was very true to him.
Raising a hand in polite refusal, Gabriel's thin smile accompanied his turning-down of the fries. "I'll find something to eat later, more to my taste." The promise was accompanied by a small, relaxed laugh. We are small in number, I'm afraid. [color=C8C8A9 Gabriel didn't know many other vampires in general, but the evidence of their existence here was plain to see. [/color] "Thus, we hold little influence here. The competition, however, is quite lower. One dedicated enough to do so could easily gain a footing." He concluded the thought with an open-ended statement, just to gauge the lady's feelings. Personally, less competition was far better for him. It annoyed him when there was more. The "wealth" of blood had to be shared then, and Gabriel wasn't all that great at sharing.(OOC: Edited for spelling and a tiny bit of content)[/color] [/div][/style] [/center] |
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Post by DARLA BARRY on Dec 27, 2012 8:54:27 GMT -5
[style=background-image: url(http://i1134.photobucket.com/albums/m602/Jordanna_ODowd/Capture1_zpsa7ca7c82.png); height: 250px;width:400px;"] Give me love like her,'Cause lately I've been waking up alone Give a little time to me, we'll burn this out, We'll play hide and seek, to turn this around,All I want is the taste that your lips allow,- - - - - - - - - Give Me Love-.-.-.-.-.
Boredom indeed. Well would you have anything more fun to do" Darla smirked at him playfully. Darla looked around the diner there were plenty of people here she smiled and began people watching. making up stories for each and every one. "Ever go people watching?" Darla threw the question at Gabriel. Ever since she was little she studied the habits of other people and found great delight in making up ridiculous stories for each and every person about how they may have gotten that habit.Darla knew that seemed to be more mocking people than not but who cares she was immortal she had forever to make up for her sins. Like that would ever happen she said to herself. At his comment she smiled widely, "Maybe after this we can go out for a bite" she said revealing her own set of pearly white fangs in a toothy grin at him.
Darla sensed the question brought tension to him "Don't worry I wont steal any of your food" she said winking at him. Although Darla was cruel she would never steal another's prize. That was inhumane and she thought to be just like stealing. And for some reason Darla did not feel normal since this boy walked into the diner. Everything seemed more calm. She shook the feeling.As Darla finished off her meal she pushed the plate away and finished off her drink. She was still hungry of course, she was always hungry this girl was a bottomless pit when it came to human food, The only thing that could ever fill her up was humans. and even then they had to be pretty tasty for her to not crave more.
"We could always go for a walk down central park in the snow and see who else is around the area|. Darla said starting to notice his discomfort. The only reason Darla was mildly comfortable in the diner was because it was familiar to her. it felt like home and the regulars were always here. It was a small piece of consistency that her life never hand due to the ever changing time periods of which she had been alive for many of. She had worn beautiful dresses long ones with intricate decolage and she had worn the hippy jeans and peace necklaces. Now she simply preferred to dress how she wanted not how the time period declared she should
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Post by GABRIEL JAMES NOEL on Dec 27, 2012 17:37:48 GMT -5
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"You are too kind. I shall do the chivalrous thing and offer the same behavior to you, Darla." His formal speech did not undermine the mischief in his tone, and he did truly appreciate it. Cooperation amongst their kind was all too rare, and while competition wasn't a good thing, life was much easier after one found groups to work with. "A little morsel would be much appreciated. Have you an idea of where to go?" Gabriel hadn't found many ideal hunting spots. Up until this point it had involved following the lesser-known acquaintances of those he met, combined with a little bit of seduction.
Not an ideal strategy, if you asked him: everything would eventually lead back to him. Better still to find a random victim, vulnerable and slow, and catch up to them before getting your fill. Fortunately, only being recently arrived in town, it would hardly reflect poorly on him. It wasn't hard to find a good place, but it was easier with somebody watching your back. It wasn't only the werewolves who could hunt together, he had found. There was certainly something to be said for working in groups. The unholy alliances, so to speak, were often the best ones.
A walk, hm. It was a kind offer, noting his discomfort with the current locale. It was too busy, too cheap and tacky for him. What would his Father have thought? Probably something along the lines of 'What in the name of God's Blood are those fast metal carriages?', Gabriel thought to his own amusement. "I accept your gracious offer." Gabriel smiled at Darla, a bit teasing. "Shall we be off then?" Gabriel got up out of his chair and shrugged his jacket on. "My lady," he offered her, with the hint of Old World chivalry he was used to.
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