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Post by Lazlo Stuart Drake on Apr 8, 2010 19:52:07 GMT
The blond haired vampire was bored. That wasn't a surprise really, his attention span usually lasted all of two minutes. So he'd wandered outside in his search for some sort of entertainment, and ended up by the prison gates again. With no-one interesting within the walls of the prison, he decided he may as well venture outside of said walls. Not far of course, there was no point putting himself in unnecessary danger, what with the Slayers shooting at anyone with slightly off coloured eyes nowadays.
Taking a few steps out of the prison boundaries, Lazlo let his senses scan the area. If there were any Slayers nearby he'd know about it. Once he was sure the coast was clear, he moved more into the open, running his fingers back through his always perfect hair to check the wind hadn't caused it any damage. The narcissist was obsessed with his appearance, and he physically couldn't pass a mirror without checking his reflection first. Though you could say it was for good reason. Like all vampires, Lazlo was unnaturally beautiful, and he took great pride in that fact. You could tell there was something drastically wrong with him if he ever looked anything less than perfect.
He soon seemed quite happy with his appearance, and turned his attention to his environment. Surrounding one end of the prison was the forest, containing the famous Rosepetal Falls, the origin of the town's name. Towards the other side, there was the town, though all that could be see was the ruins towards the edge of town. The buildings were mere piles of rubble now. There had been too many fights to keep count off on that land, between the Slayers and the Supernaturals. A growl ripped out of Lazlo's throat as the images of these fights replayed in front of his eyes. Vampires should not be forced to live in fear of humans. It was barbaric!
A sigh slipped through his parted lips. There was no point getting himself wound up about this. Yes it was wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Soon... but not now. He turned his attention back to his surroundings, realising he'd dropped his guard for a few minutes whilst he'd been lost in thought. Not a smart move when you're out in the open. He quickly span round, surveying the area with all his senses to see if he could pick up the presence of any other people nearby. |
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Apr 8, 2010 21:28:08 GMT
Jason walked through the rubble that was buildings not so long ago, frowning. He hated what had happened here, prefect buildings destroyed because of stupid fights between humans and Supernaturals. Why did they have to fight? Was it so hard to live with different species walking over the earth?
He sighed and bent down to look through the rubble. He turned over a large piece of debris and chucked it behind him. It made a loud thud as it struck the ground. Jason didn't even flinch. He stood up and ran his hand through his messy hair, not caring whether it got more messier or not. He didn't care for his looks, even though he - as a vampire - was one of the most beautiful creatures to walk the earth. He scanned the ground with his bright red eyes. |
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Post by Lazlo Stuart Drake on Apr 8, 2010 22:23:32 GMT
The trademark smirk crossed Lazlo's lips, twisting the corners of his mouth upwards. There was someone nearby, he'd caught their scent. But they weren't a Slayer.
It was a vampire, a male, but not one he recognised. And about time too! All the new vampires seemed to be women, which was no fun for Lazlo at all... for obvious reasons. He turned on his heels to face the direction in which the scent was coming from. Sharp red eyes narrowed to try and pinpoint his exact location, as the blond vampire started towards him.
Pressing closer to the wall so as to remain in the shadows, he continued to move closer to the new vampire. He paused, leaning back against the wall as the newcomer came into view. One eyebrow raised as his gaze flickered up and down the man, taking in every aspect of his appearance. Seriously nice body, handsome features... But then the little things lost him marks. Just the basic things that you have to put that extra effort into, like his hair. He wasn't too bad, Laz had seen worse. The man would look a lot better if he took a little more pride in his looks. Lazlo was already dieing to give him a make over...
He jumped as the thud rang around them, shaking the leaves on the trees. He frowned, quickly walking forwards to announce his presence before the man could do more damage. "Hey Sweety, I wouldn't do that if I were you," he said, flicking his head so his fringe moved out of his eyes. "Unless you want the Slayers to rip you to shreds."
Laz moved closer to him until there were only a few centimetres between the two of them. His voice dropped into a seductive purr as his fingers ran down the man's chest, smirking slightly as he spoke. "And we wouldn't want anything to happen to that pretty little body of yours..." |
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Apr 8, 2010 22:30:16 GMT
Jason pushed his hand away and stepped back a few times. He took in the blonde man in front of him. He wondered who he was, he obviously wasn't a Slayer, or he'd be dead by now. His eyebrow lifted up as he sniffed slightly.
Vampire, his mind whispered. Jason smirked. It had been too long since he'd seen another vampire. Even if it was a male, it was still nice to see another one of his kind.
"Well, Slayer's are a pain in the ass," Jason said. "And I haven't seen any in a week, and I'd like to keep it that way."
He ran his hand through his hair again, making it messier than it already was. His red eyes watched the blonde. One hand was tucked into his jeans pocket and he could smell the nearby scent of some deer in the woods.
Jason tucked his other hand into his other jean pocket and blinked a few times. His eyes scanned the ground again and rested on the piece of debris he had thrown. He looked at the blonde vampire again, waiting for him to speak. |
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Post by artemisaspasia on Apr 9, 2010 12:18:03 GMT
Artemis had been running around the forrest, she knew the dangers of what might happen, but she loved the sense of adventure and the buzz she got from doing so. She loved the feel of the springy grass and cold dirt under her bare feet, it made her feel free despite the fact that she truly wasn't, she was living in a prison after all.
She was almost near the prison now, and a feeling of sadness came over her, it always came after she'd been running and had to go back home, if that's what you'd call it. She immediately stopped when she caght the scent of two other vampires.
Why are they out of the prison? hm that's odd
She began moving again and the two vampires came into view, she stopped a few trees away, listening in to what they were saying.
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Post by Lazlo Stuart Drake on Apr 9, 2010 12:36:00 GMT
He tutted as the new vampire moved away from his touch. This guy wasn't going to be any fun, he recoiled away from a little playful flirting. But that wouldn't stop Lazlo, oh no, it would just make him more eager to try. This guy was going to be a challenge for him, and challenges were always good. But that wasn't something to think about right now. If he was going to try anything with this guy, he'd have to get him within the safety of the prison walls first, otherwise the Slayers would get him before Laz had a chance.
"Well, Slayer's are a pain in the ass. And I haven't seen any in a week, and I'd like to keep it that way."
Laz just grinned and nodded in response to that. "Maybe so, but if you keep drawing attention to yourself like that then they'll find you in seconds. You're damn lucky to avoid them for a whole week." He paused to examine the surroundings again, just to check there weren't any Slayers approaching. He caught the scent of some far off humans, and the sound a footsteps in the distance, but he couldn't be sure whether they were approaching or if they were just part of the town. Well, better safe than sorry.
Turning his attention back to the man in front of him, he held out his hand for him to shake. "Lazlo Drake, pleasure to meet you. And you are?" He was keen to keep the pleasantries short and get back into the haven of the prison, but there was always time for a polite introduction.
He suddenly stiffened as another scent reached him, much closer. It couldn't be a Slayer, that would be impossible, they wouldn't be able to sneak up on him so quickly. He paused, letting his brain translate the scent. He relaxed again as he realised it was just another vampire. A female, one who lived in the prison, he recognised her scent. He turned his head towards her, looking her over quickly, before turning his attention back to the newcomer. "Well, I wouldn't recommend standing out here for any longer, shall we continue this conversation on the other side of these walls?" He signaled to the prison walls, before doing one final scan of the area. Those scents were still there, slightly closer now, and the footsteps had stopped. That was worrying... Hopefully this man would agree to his request. Otherwise Laz would just leave him here. His own safety was way more important to him than anyone else's. |
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Apr 9, 2010 12:43:35 GMT
Jason sniffed slightly, taking in the new scents. He smelt the female vampire and smirked.
Two in one day, must be my lucky day.
He quickly scanned the area with his eyes, he smelt the humans not far away and his body tensed. He looked at Lezlo and smirked again, the corner of his lips just turning up a little.
"Jason Birchal," he said in his deep voice. "But people call me J or Jas, be free to pick a nickname."
He nodded at the last thing Lazlo said to him, locking his red eyes onto the blondes eyes.
"I actually came here looking for shelter, I'm new to the area and I need a place to stay. I smelt this place a mile off. Do you mind if I crash here?"
Jason waited for an answer. He ran a hand through his hair again and then stuffed it back into his jean pocket. |
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Post by artemisaspasia on Apr 9, 2010 12:53:54 GMT
Artemis looked at them for a moment and then looked around the are as she smelt the humans, she shuddered a little and then looked back at them she shrugged and then ran again towards the prison, she was there in an instant and she sighed with relief. she looked around the prison yard with her hands on her hips, looking if anyone she knew was around, it was pretty empty.
She smiled as she rememberred the good old days when she didn't have to hide, when she could be who she truly was without a care, Run out in the open. She sat down with her back against one of the cold prison walls.
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Post by Lazlo Stuart Drake on Apr 9, 2010 14:18:21 GMT
He flashed the man a smile in response to his name. "J sounds good," he said simply, letting his gaze flicker up and down Jason, committing his name to memory.
He glanced back at the girl as she darted through the gates, keeping his gaze on her until she was out of sight. She had the right idea, hopefully Laz and Jason would be joining her soon. Speaking of which... He turned back to look up at Jason, meeting his gaze. "Best place to stay round here would be the prison. It's the only place that's guarded well enough to keep the Slayers out. And it's where all the other Supernaturals stay. You'll be safe so long as you're in there. So yeah, sure you can 'crash here'."
Glancing round again, he quickly added, "Speaking of safety, I recommend we go there now. Before the approaching humans can reach us." It was obvious the humans were getting closer now. The footsteps had started again and they were getting gradually louder, and the scents were slowly growing stronger. He turned towards the gates, beckoning for Jason to follow him. There was no point wasting any more time out in the open when there was safety so close to them.
He turned back to him once he'd reached the gates, checking that he'd been following. He slipped through the heavy metal gates, leaving one slightly open for Jason to follow him through. Lazlo surveyed the surroundings one last time, checking to see if there were any other vampires or wolves nearby. He couldn't locate any, the only other Supernatural scents were coming from behind him, from within the prison. And of course, from the female vampire who'd ran in a few minutes ago and was currently sat near the wall. With one last glance around to make sure Jason had got inside, he pulled the heavy metal gate shut. |
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Apr 9, 2010 14:32:00 GMT
Jason stood in the courtyard and looked around.
"Safest place, huh? Looks good. When did we get hold of this? Looks old."
His red eyes scanned over the prison, he was the female vampire and sniffed up. Yep, she was the one he'd smelt outside. He looked at the prison again, taking in ever nook, cranny, every hole and window. He looked at the big front doors and sighed.
He ran a hand through his hair, making it messier then it already was. He didn't care, though. He still managed to lure his prey in even with messy hair, jeans and a t-shirt. He looked at the gates, wondering how much force they could withstand before collapsing.
He had to say, the whole place did look good and safe. He grinned and looked at Lazlo, watching him lock the gates. |
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Post by artemisaspasia on Apr 9, 2010 15:22:09 GMT
Artemis looked up to see the other two from before, she smiled a little, she liked company. She stood up and walked over, she heard newby talking about the prison looking old
It's old, but it's safe. The slayers haven't gotten us from inside here yet, and believe me, they try.
She looked at the blonde vampire, she knew he wasn't new, she'd seen him around before. She'd heard about an almost fight he'd almost gotten into with Dahlia, a red haired vamp. From what she'd heard he was quite viscious, she made a mental note not to mess with him, or say anything about his perfect hair. She smiled a little at him, hoping he wouldn't be offended by that.
Ohmygod! I hope I didn't offend him by smiling, look away, don't make eye contact! She instantly looked at the ground, and then back up at the prison.
It can feel like torture sometimes, living with the others, the smell from the wolfs can be a little overwhelming and such, but you get used to it, besides, it's really only the one place we have left
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Post by Lazlo Stuart Drake on Apr 9, 2010 18:16:03 GMT
Lazlo's eyes flickered between the two vampires as they conversed with each other. He wasn't interested in their little conversation. It was just basic information, nothing to catch is attention. Lazlo was much more interested in the things he thought were important: for example, Jason's personality, and how likely it was that he'd fall into place behind Laz like a lot of the vampires here had learned to do.
He caught sight of the girl smiling at him and then looking away with a worried expression. Lazlo smirked proudly, obviously loving her reaction. She was scared of him! Already, and he didn't even know her that well! Laz loved people being scared of him; the sadistic vampire found it fun to toy around with his prey before he killed it, and the same went for his fellow vampires. And he loved the power that came with fear. If people were scared of him, he could bully them into doing whatever he asked of them. Which was just brilliant.
A low growl escaped Lazlo's mouth as the girl mentioned the wolves. "That's the worst thing about this place," he agreed, pulling a disgusted face. "Those filthy mutts strutting about. Urgh, as soon as this war is over I'm getting as far away from them as possible." He hated werewolves, and he constantly bitched about them, or threatened them, doing anything he could to show his distaste and to keep them away from him. He didn't just hate werewolves though, Lazlo was secretly terrified of them.
When he was younger, he'd had a very bad experience with a small pack of werewolves on a full moon. He hadn't known their strength and his usual cocky attitude had gotten him into trouble. He'd escaped with his life, obviously, but just barely. He very much still remembered that day, and his fear of them hadn't subsided. But he hated people knowing he was scared of anything, so he kept up the facade of hatred, rather than admitting his true feelings. |
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Post by Jason Matthew Birchal on Apr 9, 2010 18:22:19 GMT
Jason rolled his eyes and smirked, running his hand through his messy hair again.
"Werewolves aren't that bad, once you get to know them, you find out that some aren't as bad as others. I know a few werewolves, even friends with one or two of them."
He raised one eyebrow and shuffled his feet, wondering what reaction that would get off the both of them. He didn't care anyway, they didn't have to agree with him, he didn't care. To each to their own. He looked between them and shoved his hands in his pockets. He also wondered what their reaction would be on his befriending some werewolves. |
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Post by artemisaspasia on Apr 9, 2010 18:30:27 GMT
Artemis's eyes widened
Probably shouldn't have said that around him boyo
Arty Nodded her head and shrugged.
Cool, whatever floats your boat I suppose, personally, I wouldn't hang around with them, the stink would annoy me, but I guess living with them has kind of softened my veiws of them, they're not so bad.
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Post by Lazlo Stuart Drake on Apr 9, 2010 19:16:28 GMT
A frown creased Lazlo's brow as Jason spoke of how he liked werewolves. He was very tempted to snap at him, force him to take that statement back, but he was entitled to his own opinion. The tension between werewolves and vampires within the prison was so high anyway, it might not be such a bad thing to have someone who liked wolves; it might calm things down a little. Or they might just rip him to shreds. That would be amusing.
He frowned at the female and her reply. Lazlo would never back down so easily in an argument (even if this was technically not an argument). He sighed, the younger generation were just not up to scratch. A lot of the older vampires like himself were more feisty. They were more hot-headed, more defensive, and more likely to hate werewolves.
Lazlo much preferred the company of his own age group, though it was rare to find a vampire who'd survived as long as Lazlo had. He wasn't claiming he was the oldest, of course not, he knew there were lots of vampires that had lived longer than him. All he was saying is that most vampires were a lot younger, the older ones either being killed or killing themselves. Sometimes the new ways were just too frightening for the ancient ones to cope with, and they would rather end their own life than face the modern day life. Lazlo had found himself in that kind of position before, but he'd always got past it, never feeling so strongly about it that he'd rather die than continuing living in this new world.
He smiled to himself. These two vampires before him would be much too young to understand that. Neither of them looked like they'd lived more than a century, maybe two at the most. So young, they had a lot to look forward too... Anyway, enough of the sentimental stuff. He snapped his attention back to the present day, looking between the two of them. "Well you won't see me being all friendly to them. They should be taught where their place is. But then again so should the Slayers, and they are admittedly a more immediate threat." |
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