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Post by victoriaharker on Mar 28, 2010 23:52:09 GMT -5
Settled in on the low couches with the comfy pillows, Victoria sipped at some of her favorite "Red Wine" and kept the vial tucked away in her small hand bag. She sighed as she looked at the clock and saw that it was only midnight. She still had five hours before she had to worry about getting home. Of course, there was always people to watch and things to do down at the Underground. She was happy that she had heard about this place from the Headmaster. She knew he knew what she was and she was appreciative that he went the extra mile to consider their differences. Not saying that she did not consider his, but hers was a life-difference. She let out another heavy sigh and took a sip from her glass. She spun it as if a professional taster and watched people walk around. There were a lot of desperate men and women here and she could tell who the most desperate ones were. There was a gal, maybe the age of thirty, in jeans that were so tight, she couldn't sit down, and her shoes just screamed fuck me. Victoria rolled her eyes and then leaned her head back. She was in comfortable jeans and a black blouse. It was strange to think that when she was born, she was born into a world of dresses and Lords and Ladies, and now.... hor-ish women walked the street daily in 'fashion' and men treated women horribly. She thought about how much the world had changed... all the wars... both the magical and the muggle... all the death she had seen, all the life. Her eyes flashed over to see a young man in a suit talking to a woman. He actually seemed interested in what she was saying and was not staring at her breasts the entire time. She said a silent thank you for him and then continued on with her people watching. By the time one in the morning rolled around, she was almost out of her "wine" and she still had not had more than a few sentence conversation with the manager whom was checking to see if people were enjoying themselves. She agreed and asked him how he was, which caught him off guard, but he smiled and chated for a bit before he got a call from someone working at the bar and he had to go take care of someone. She nodded and then took another small sip of her "wine" and added some more from the vial in her bag. ____ Words: 435 Outfit: HereTagged: Dante Notes: wow. hello muse! =) |
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Post by aems3 on Jun 26, 2010 23:13:35 GMT -5
Dante let the darkness of the night seep into him, giving him a stalker-ish calm that kept his eyes in constant movement. He exhaled, letting the breath leave his mouth in a white puff as he headed underground. He felt a sick grin creep up on his face as he glanced around the area. Couples and singles alike, pranced around the room in less than appropriate wear... but he didn't mind. Dressed in dark jeans and a black tshirt, he melted in with the dim lighted room, and stalked around the perimeter.
Desperate men and woman alike made out openly, glad to have that one moment with a person they likely didn't even know the name of. "Get some self respect and get a room." He muttered as he passed an older man with his hand up a girl's skirt. Sure its underground... but it was still in public. He sighed, blinking away the image of them, turning. He pounded his fist on the counter, and ordered a drink, grasping the cool glass in his hand.
He turned, surveying the room, not surprised that the two had not listened to his advice. Leaning against the bar his eyes went past the them, ignoring their in vigorous movements, and scoped out his own victim for tonight. His eyes traveled to the plants in the corner... a proper site for the things he had in mind.
His eyes caught the site of a woman sitting on one of the couches alone. Alone + Female = Best combination. He grinned as he realized she was also his age... AND already held a drink lightly in her grasp. He pushed himself off from the bar and moved up to her, sinking into the couch next to her, smiling. "I believe my mind is stuck on you tonight, beauty." He winked, grinning. He took a sip of his own drink, as he studied hers. But... why in the world was it thick...?
Words: 327
Tag: Vic!
Notes: Didn't have a whole tonne of muse, but ah well. =P
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Post by victoriaharker on Jun 26, 2010 23:35:49 GMT -5
Sighing, Victoria took another sip and could not believe some of the things that were going on around her. There were some gross things, and some cute. She couldn't really think strait and she wasn't sure if she should be aroused by some of it or just brush it off. She decided to brush it off and just concentrate on her drink. She looked down at it and saw that there was only a little left, so she decided to wait and just enjoy relaxing on the couch there by herself.
It had been ages since she had seen Dante and she really wondered just what was going on with him. But she needed some love and maybe a relationship to be in. A relationship would be nice. She hadn't been in a long one since World War 2... and that only lasted a year before the war took him from her... she shook that thought from her mind as she looked over and saw a man walking towards her with a drink in hand and a smirk on his face. He sat down next to her and told her that his mind was on here this evening. She raised a brow and then straitened it out and smiled. Why not, he was young, attractive, and strong: could be one hell of a ride. She smiled, maybe being a little dirty would not be so bad for one night.
"Oh? And what about me has entrapped you, dear sir?" she grinned, eager to hear what he had to say about her. Her eyes were scanning over him and she could hear his heart beating in his chest: it was strong and young... he was going to live a long life. And the way he smelt was nothing short of amazing...
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Post by aems3 on Jul 1, 2010 11:03:20 GMT -5
He shifted his jacket, pushing the leather more comfortably on his shoulder. Shifting his gaze behind her, and back. Dante watched as her eyebrows rose and straightened as she smiled openly. He smiled back, trying to read her. There seemed to be some sort of conflict in the depths of her eyes, but whether it had something to do with him or not... he had no idea. He sighed, giving into the slight annoyance that he had when he could not read people well. Some people were so easily read. And normally he was good at it... but for some reason, when it came to her at least, her face was blank; and definitely not as open as a book. He sighed, glancing down at her drink again. He raised his eyes quickly, attempting to reason that it was a natural drink of some sort... but somehow it seemed wrong. Not the type of wrong that would scare him away or anything... just the type of wrong that meant it was something not normally seen. He glanced down again, trying to identify any other reason for its slight thickness. He frowned, mentally shaking his head, but quickly covering his curiosity; raising his eyes up to hers and smiling.
"Where would you like me to start?" Still grinning, he drew spirals on her leg with a finger, almost absent mindedly... but not. He looked into her eyes. "How about that you stood out from across the room? That you seem to have enough courage to sit here alone, and yet you hold a composure of such confidence, that it makes me smile... and think of the things that we could do..." His smile grew wider, glancing down her length. But the smile slightly faded as he remember his earlier curiosity. "And curiously... I’m sorry if I’m a little too observant... but you hold a much thicker drink than normal..." He posed the statement as a sort of question, looking up, shrugging at her, showing that he didn't care. He had been around the block a time or two. This might just add something a little more interesting to the night. A flash of sexy danger was alright with him. And if his guesses were true... This night would be one hell of a night.
Words: 384
Notes: Bleh... too early. Check vacations if it is past the 1st! <3
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Post by victoriaharker on Jul 1, 2010 22:02:45 GMT -5
Victoria, for the first time in a long time, was having fun. She was just flirting around and she knew that Dante would be furious. But since he seemed to just fall off the face of the earth, she decided why not? She looked at the young man in front of her and wondered just was going on in that head of his. She could see that his eyes fell down low a few times and she followed them once and caught them on her glass instead of what she thought he was looking at: her breasts. She slipped her hand up over the edges of the glass as to hide it and then she listened to him as he ran his finger up and down her leg, she loved that feeling.
She watched him as he grinned at her broadly after telling her that he was thinking about all the things they could do. She wondered just how the night was going to go. She would have to be home by five am or she would be in trouble, even dead. She then sighed lightly as he told her that he was curious about her drink, and how he noticed that it was much thicker. She smiled lightly and thought for a moment as she looked down at it and then back up at him, composing herself so there was no way he could tell she was lying. "It's my father's special brew. He likes his wine thick and I'm just finishing up the last of my last bottle. She drained the glass, licking her lips and then shrank it down with her want and put it in the handle bag she had with her. She ran some saliva through her mouth quickly and got rid of any taste of it in her mouth.
She looked up at him and smiled again. "Bu there seems to be something else you're curious about," she winked. "There was a moment where your face turned to almost frustration. Was there something else I could solve for you, dear sir?"
(ooc: it was good! i hope you have fun!)
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Post by aems3 on Jul 27, 2010 13:54:02 GMT -5
Something didn't seem quite right about her. He didn't know why... but something was nagging at him. Notice me, notice me! A faint detail he was overlooking... But somehow her explanation didn't seem quite right. He earned a smile from her face, as she looked up at him. "It's my father's special brew. He likes his wine thick and I'm just finishing up the last of my last bottle." His eyebrow rose high in response as she drained the rest of the glass, licking her lips and stowing the evidence away in her purse. He frowned. "The last of your last bottle eh?" He repeated, a slight smirk on his face. "I suppose... if its only thick wine... you wouldn't mind showing me the glass?" He smiled and winked, hand hovering over her purse where the shrunken glass lay inside.
He wasn't surprised that she lead him away from those thoughts. "Bu there seems to be something else you're curious about," she winked. "There was a moment where your face turned to almost frustration. Was there something else I could solve for you, dear sir?" He shrugged, not allowing himself to be lead astray as she winked at him. But then... "How old are you milady?" he asked, tone wavering. He grinned, traveling his hand up to her face, brushing a strand of hair aside. Answer me honestly... If he had still been a child he would have crossed his fingers. Instead, he clenched his hands lightly together, willing this woman to reveal that one thing he had overlooked.
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Post by victoriaharker on Jul 27, 2010 22:42:10 GMT -5
To ask a woman her age was treading on eggshells. She raised her eyebrow at him, ignoring his comment about the glass. She looked at him and studied his face... Should she tell him that she was really one-hundred and thirty, and would that be intriguing to him, or should she just tell him the age that she looked. She sighed... so many consequences to if she told him what she was. But maybe it would be intriguing to him and wonder if she was good in bed since she had been around the block a few times? She choked back a blush from that thought. Man... it had been too long.
The last time she had told someone how old she was, they were amazed that she looked that young, and that was only because she wasn't drinking old men blood. But if she kept up with animal blood, she would start to age... that's why she was happy her father was sending her human blood of the right age. She brushed those thoughts aside and came back to the problem at hand. She looked at him and sighed lightly.
"I'm one-hundred and thirty."
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