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 Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:33 am
This is a modern day RP filled with gritty realism between Leid and Mad Hatter.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:35 am
Mad Hatter:  According to a card in a wallet: Name: Lillith Rovan Age: 23 Height: 5-07 Sex: F DOB: 03-03-86 Eyes: BG What that card can’t tell you: Lillith has problems sleeping. Of course not problems being that she can’t sleep at all, problems being that she never really sleeps on a set schedule. Sometimes she sleeps through the night like the average human being, but most of the time she sleeps all day, and wakes up an hour or so after the sun has set and the only light coming in the room is from the streetlights outside. The great thing about it, is she never needs to worry about showing up for work. Her career in photography, is simple. She takes pictures of the city, or whatever she wants really, and sells them to different places. Many to private dealers, the rest to local papers. It made it easy, no office hours meant no need to care when she was awake. The wonderful thing about her camera, was that it worked no matter what time of day it was. If anything she liked her night photos the most, they showed the side of the city that most were too busy or afraid of to stop and notice. A dark, mysterious beauty, leaving one with a curiosity of what could be hiding in the spots of the pictures that one couldn’t see. Growing up in a small town, college had been a big change for her. She’d moved into a large city, and even though she missed the relaxing, safe haven feeling, she knew her best bet at making it through life without being out on the street or worrying about bills everyday, meant living in a place that had a lot going on constantly. Some people need to live in cities most of their lives in order to get use to them, some never really do. Lillith was use to the city after a year at school, and was use to being in her own place, with a job, the moment she graduated. Her apartment was right in between crappy and luxurious. On the second floor of the building, it had plenty of room for her and the only living companion there, her cat Thomas. One bedroom, one bath, a spacious kitchen and living room, and a view of the city that allowed her to see the town square most nights. Lillith has no living family members that she speaks to. Both parents had been gone for about 3 years now, and her siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, had all simply fallen out of touch. Make up is somewhere in her bathroom, more for ‘just in case’, which has always been ‘never’, simply because she has no desire for it. Jewelry has been slimmed down to her fathers wedding ring on her hand and her mothers on a chain around her neck. Books are all over the apartment, some with bookmarks in them still, others unopened, the rest covering dust from how long ago she finished them. She tends to chew her nails and lips when she’s thinking, or simply nervous, and when she feels like that, or when she feels anything really, her biggest comfort is in listening to a heartbeat other than her own. Her cat comes in handy for that, never one to turn her down when she simply wants to curl up an snuggle with him. Leid:  According to a card in a wallet: Name: Xavier Bronson Age: 25 Height: 5-11 Sex: M DOB: 5-20-84 Eyes: Amber What that card can’t tell you: To those that know about it, some view vampire as a blessing, others as a curse. Still some view it as a mixed blessing; great strength at a great cost. Power and beauty can be easily associated with vampires, but so can madness. While it's true that some bloodlines are saturated with with, others still have a risk factor. There are times when the blood doesn't take well to the system, or that for a moment the brain almost dies. And just sometimes you come out for the worse like . Xavier Bronson was doing alright in his life back in the eighties. He had finished up school and looking forward to a good career and was getting ready to settle down when he found the right woman. A few wrong turns in a short time left blah with out a connection to his family and with no job. He refused to take to living in the streets like a bum and his drive to live a full life caught the attention of something dark. With nowhere left to turn for help, and so quickly coming to no other options than the life of a drifter, he was made an offer to be sired and forever be a platonic companion of his sire (currently unnamed). Once he agreed he was given a spot in a comfy home, living near his sire, given access to money and everything he needed. Soon after being given the kiss his blood turned on him. Visions would appear in his view, delusions would distract him, and some times he couldn't help but speak madness. He still manages his responsibilities and still can attend all of the art shows with his master, but just sometimes he nearly falls over the cliff into insanity.
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Posted: Tue Dec 29, 2009 11:36 am
Reserved for setting details. Currently we are setting this in a generic city until more details emerge. smile
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 5:38 am
Her phone was going off…why the hell was her phone going off? Not moving for a moment, she registered that the song was a familiar boy band from when she was younger. Backstreet Boys actually, which meant her phone was going off because Matt was calling her. Matt was one of many gay friends she had, but the only one who owned a gallery got a lot of work from both local, and on occasion big time artists. Releasing her hold on the small cat in front of her, she moved only her arm, grabbing the phone and coughing a few times to clear her throat before hitting the ‘talk’ button.
“Hello?” Ugh, she sounded like someone had been scraping at her throat all night with a bag of nails.
“Hey Lil, time to roll out of bed love, you’ve got your show in….2 hours. Snag a shower, toss on my favorite outfit and I’ll have some drinks and food waiting for you when you get here…oh and I checked with everyone signed up to be here, no one’s allergic, I also put up a warning that your main model is with you tonight and may cause allergic reactions.”
Laughing a bit, her voice sounding a bit better, she smiled, “Thanks hun, you know how much the little fur ball loves wandering around in there.” No other gallery would allow pets inside, Matt made an exception because they’d been close since they were kids, and because Thomas was well behaved, house broken, and everyone so far had loved seeing the cat from a number of her photos wandering around.
“All right, I’m going to go finish setting up. Get your butt down here. Love you sugar.”
“Love you two cupcake.”
Hanging up, she yawned for a minute before rubbing her eyes and stretching her arms over her head until her back arched, then cracked. The white and grey feline with green eyes next to her noticed it was time to wake up, and after stretching himself, began snuggling his face into her, meowing and purring as his own way of saying ‘Good morning, I love you, but if you don’t feed me right I’m going to annoy you until you do.’
Shoving the dark red covers off, she wandered around her place in a pair of short, blue cotton shorts and a tank top, filling Thomas’s bowl with a few handfuls of dry food and refilling his water dish. Content that he was satisfied, Lillith took her time in the shower. Of course taking her time meant she spent an hour in there, most of it just standing under the relaxing feel of the hot water.
After she was clean, it only took her 30 minutes to dry off, dry her hair, change into a black cocktail dress that fell just shy of her knees, and simple, black, heels that were really just shoe bottoms with a strap across the top of her toes, and two around her ankles. Leaving her hair down, she snagged her keys, phone, wallet, and a feline that had been attacking a moth in the living room, and drove down to Matt’s gallery which was only a few minutes away.
After a large hug, kiss on each cheek, and fulfilling his promise of something to eat and drink, Matt walked her through the gallery for approval. Not that he ever disappointed her with his setups. Tonight the gallery was filled with her photos of landscapes and animals. Her favorites being mostly of waterfalls half frozen in winter, and the large cats from the zoo, her favorite being one of two male panthers fighting, while the female they were after simply yawned in the background. Sometimes they reminded her so much of humans it scared her.
With Thomas wandering around, hoping onto whatever chairs or stands he could to simply explore, the two of them stood together at the front desk and smiled. “My dear, once again, you’ve made my work look beautiful. Couldn’t ask for a better gallery.” Tapping their champagne glasses together, Matt just smirked, “Lil, that’s because no one else will put up with you.” It earned him a light punch in the shoulder, but they both finished off the small drink, and feeling happy to be in good company, Lillith was ready by the time the doors open and the guests arrived.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 9:17 am
Xavier BronsonYou can take your new-fangled this and your new-fangled that,
and you can line them up and throw them overboard.Xavier had a rough 'morning' that day. He woke up from his daily slumber, his room bathed in darkness, a canvas just waiting to be painted on. He had been frozen in a staring contest with a demon at the foot of his bed, just the eyes peering over. Nothing was there, part of him knew that, but another part of him knew it to be real. His phone had been on the far edge of his bedside table and to break eye contact would incite rage in the monster. It was only when Xavier didn't answer his phone did his Sire rush over to his aid. He flicked on the lights and the two went through their usual routine to calm Xavier's mind. It put them behind schedule, but they could be fashionably late to an event such as the art show they were going to. Xavier took his time getting ready, taking a nice long shower, his master taking two separate times to knock on the door just to make sure he was okay. It made him feel like a child, but he knew with out his master there his delusions would get the better of him. Soon enough they arrived, both dressed in trendy semi casual attire suiting to such an event. Even though they were both well kept, stayed together and seemed to be able to finish each others sentences it was hard to mistake them for lovers. They shared a last name, looked a bit a like, maybe a good few years in between. They looked like very close bothers. The two of them were well known in many very small circles, not popular to the masses, no, but people who knew them knew them at a glance. Both men were friendly, chatty, and kind, yet mysterious. And both loved to buy art, a lot of art. They'd pay higher than the price tag for some pieces, but it was hard to say what style of art they liked, because it was always different. The two walked in, looking over the people, the far away art. To them a mistry haze surrounded everything, the auras of the people, the traces of auras radiating from the artwork. No one knew, but this is why they bought art, not for the picture, but for the emotion. Finding a particularly touching piece, they'd pay extra. "My dear brother," Xavier said softly to the other, "I do hope you have your checkbook tonight. I think I'm in love." The elder laughed, Xavier offered a soft chuckle, as well, but he was quite taken over by the auras. His 'brother' shrugged it off as him still being overwhelmed by the blood in his system.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 4:38 pm
The night had been progressing at a fair pace, a few had made offers for a few pieces, but she’d only sold one happily so far. Her biggest problem was she would pick and choose who to sell to, if the person didn’t look like they really should have the piece, just wanted it to say they had it, she wouldn’t sell. An elderly woman, who looked like she would’ve fallen over trying to carry the large 24 x 50 inch print, was the only one she’d sold a piece to. It was one of her favorite pictures of Thomas, swatting at an ornament hanging from a tree. She looked like she owned a lot of cats, but at the same time like a lot of those cats had passed away recently. Matthew helped her carry it our to her car, and Lillith took the time to look around for the feline. Thomas had been wandering around when the two new visitors had arrived. His nose told him they were very much different from everyone in the room, and instead of being scared, he became curious. He simply wandered up and began sniffing at their shoes and pants, before rubbing against their legs, purring and meowing for attention. Which is what he was doing when Lillith’s eyes found him. Setting her glass down, slightly terrified the two men she’d never seen in here before wouldn’t appreciate the cat being so intruding of their personal space, she walked over quickly, scooping him off the floor and holding him. “I’m sorry gentlemen, he just loves people, and has no problem showing it.” She apologized, laughing a bit as the cat squirmed in her hold, nudging his head against her chin. “I don’t believe I’ve seen the two of you around before…I’d certainly remember your faces. Is this your first visit to this gallery?” Part of her caught that she’d actually tossed them a compliment, not a fake one either, a genuine one. She knew the moment Matt came back he’d have a heart attack seeing her talking to not only one, but two men who didn’t look half bad.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 5:06 pm
Xavier BronsonYou can take your new-fangled this and your new-fangled that,
and you can line them up and throw them overboard.The two were uttering to each other about the colors and moods of certain pieces when a feline rushed up to them mewing for love and pettings. Both looked down and chuckled calling softly to the cat not seeming to mind at all. Xavier was about to squat down and give it a scratch behind it's ears but quickly a feeling rushed over him. He felt a strong aura coming toward him and when he looked the young woman was coming up to them. The elder vampire's eyes sparkled. She looked delicious. He could almost taste her war blood flowing down his throat. Xavier knew that look on his master's face. He looked over the girl, catching her aura. He was almost certain she was the artist who's images have captured him. He contemplated her for a moment and thought that her blood might got down smoothly. Before too long of a pause he reached out his hand to her. "It's okay, darling. I'm Xavier," he sounded rather casual, but there was a mental hiss from him to his master. "And I'm going over there," the other man said and seemed to simply glide away with even steps to a small cluster of people who seemed very pleased to see him. Xavier watched him go but looked back to the young woman. "The art work here is ... beyond words," he said in a gentle and alluring voice.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 5:30 pm
As the older man walked away, Lillith was a bit taken aback, wondering if she’d done something, or if the cat had bothered him. However she shrugged it off when it seemed that he simply had been called away by a group of friends. Taking Xaviers outstretched hand she gave it a short, but firm shake, her hand lingering just a few seconds before letting go. Whatever had drawn Thomas over here, she could almost feel it, more so in direct contact with them, and there was just something different about how their eyes took in what was around them.
Blushing very slightly, she smiled and nodded at the compliment, “Thank you, I’m glad you’re enjoying it. It’s always nerve-racking, not knowing how people will respond to your work. Tonight’s gone fairly well though.” Looking around the room, she didn’t see any overly unhappy faces, a few seemed to be criticizing, but that was always something she welcomed. Any tips on what she could do differently always made her go out and try different shooting techniques. She was curious as to which pieces he was preferring, but she always found it slightly rude, even a bit pressuring to ask. Almost as if asking that also meant ‘so which one are you going to buy?’
“I don’t mean to pry, but are you and your companion locals? Or are you visiting from out of town?” It wasn’t so much curiosity and polite conversation as much as it was her own head trying to figure out why she’d never seen the two of them before. Almost every face in this room was familiar, ones she’s seen at other art galleries or just out on the streets the few days she actually would go out and walk around during the day.
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 7:50 pm
Xavier BronsonYou can take your new-fangled this and your new-fangled that,
and you can line them up and throw them overboard.Xavier let his gaze drift over the images as the girl spoke. A moment of silent hung on the air, just enough to collect worry, interest, something, but not enough to cultivate awkwardness. Had he done it on purpose? Was he not interested? Did he zone out? The twinkle in his warm amber eyes would make it hard to tell. He flashed a faint smile, and spoke, "My brother and I live not too far from here." Xavier then leaned in as if sharing some juicy, delectable secret, "Growing up we used to be at each others throats, but growing up makes that all fade away, and since his divorce he's been needing someone to lean on." He leaned back to his normal stance. "He needed a place and there was something by me." He sighed, speaking as he did, it was hard to tell if his words were fond or frustrated, "No we are inseparable." Either way Xavier offered a smile. "So, this is your work?" He said cheerfully, as if he had not just been speaking so honestly to her, so open. He made a broad gesture with his hand to a wall with several different pieces. "There's so much emotion in these. Not, directly in it, no, but behind it, you know? Powering it." He seemed to talk with his hands quite a bit. "I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name."
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2010 8:49 pm
After a few seconds of silence, she thought at first she’d asked too much, and was very relieved when he answered her anyway. It caused her to give a small frown, and glance over at his brother for just a moment, before returning her attention to him. Having to set the squirming critter in her arms down before he began chewing on her, allowing him to continue bothering the rest of the galleries guests.
She wanted to comment on the divorce, but the comments about her work made the comment evaporate from her mind almost instantly. Lillith couldn’t recall anyone, aside from Matt, who ever talked about her work like that. Who actually sensed more emotion behind it than what was shown. It took a good deal of knowing how to really look at a piece to see that, and he didn’t look like the type to spend hours looking up the history of the piece. However he wasn’t lying, his eyes said he really did see more to the pieces than just the images.
A darker blush filled her cheeks when he asked for her name, she normally gave it during a hand shake, but she’d been too busy thanking him for his compliments. Bringing her hand up to her forehead for a moment she let out a small laugh before shaking her head. “I’m sorry, I was so caught up in talking about my work I completely forgot to give my name, I must seem terribly rude. My name’s Lillith.” She explained, letting her hand fall back to her side. Looking around the room for a second she smile. “It’s really…refreshing to hear someone say that. There was a lot of emotions for all of these pieces…I really don’t know how to shoot them any other way. Not feeling an emotion when you’re shooting….just….it shows in the final pieces. Very, very, few people notice it, they’ll cover it up by trying to say that something specific about how the image looks is off, but it’s just simply that there was no emotion behind it.” He’d made the mistake of talking about her work, something she could do endlessly if someone had no problem listening.
“Did you have any questions about any of them?” If he could really look that closely at these pieces, she figured maybe he had curiosity about some of them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 9:44 am
Xavier BronsonYou can take your new-fangled this and your new-fangled that,
and you can line them up and throw them overboard.Xavier listened as she spoke about her pieces, a soft smile playing along his lips. He didn't seem to mind listening. He turned his bright amber gaze on her, his clear, light eyes locking with her's as she finished up what she had to say. He brought up one hand to brush some hair back from his face, his fingers sliding down the jaw and resting there for just a moment in contemplation "Well, I find this one interesting. It's a joyful photo," he moved his hand away from his face to gesture to one photo across the way, "but the energy behind it seems almost angry, or hurt." It was hard to say, but he could clearly see the frustration pouring from the piece. Maybe it was the subject, but he had a feeling it was the artist herself on a shoot after a bad day. Xavier looked from the piece to her, again. He stole a glance across the room to his brother, but his attention stayed with the artist. "Now why is that?" He spoke finally referring to the piece and it's conflicting anguish.
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Posted: Tue Jan 12, 2010 9:51 pm
Looking over the photo, she tried to remember exactly what had happened that day. It didn’t take long for her brain to remember, her memory of when, where and what had happened the day she’d taken her photos was probably better than the days she didn’t do some form of art. Smiling a bit, she simply shrugged her shoulders. “It had been a long week, a customer wouldn’t take no for an answer about one of my pieces. After multiple phone calls I had to not only block his number from my phones, he was sent a restraining order. He never placed any threats, but he refused to go away. He’s apparently not use to being told he can’t have something. This shot was taken after everything was settled to help me relax.”
She hadn’t had to deal with anyone like that since that horrible person, one who she wouldn’t have a problem actually hitting if she was ever given the chance. Shaking the memory from her head, she simply smiled, “People just amaze me sometimes. Not always in the best ways, but amaze just the same.” As well as confuse, irritate and every now and again actually enjoy herself. Currently she was actually enjoying her social interaction.
“I hate to sound so forward…but I’d love to take portraits of you and your brother some day. I prefer shooting people I meet, instead of those who model for a living, they never really get a good emotion across. Plus…you have great eyes.” She meant in both the sense that he had a good way of looking around, as well as a nice color.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 5:52 pm
Xavier BronsonYou can take your new-fangled this and your new-fangled that,
and you can line them up and throw them overboard.Xavier let his eyes wander across the room as she spoke, listening, yes, but still letting the emotions radiate from the art. Then he heard her ask him for a portrait. He looked back to her, a look much like surprise filling his face. "Oh, I couldn't," what he'd give to be able to blush at command. "I.." he let his voice trail off for just a moment, "I'm rather camera shy." This was true and not true. Xavier had his vain moments like everyone else, but photographs took effort for him to be in. The slightest distraction and the print would come out distorted. His sire was better at manipulating machines than he was. Quickly he added, "I'll talk to my brother; for you I could try to make an exception." He looked across the room for his sire, maybe they should go; he was getting that creeping feeling at the base of his skull. Having an attack in public was most embarrassing. Xavier pulled a small card from his pocket and tucked it into her hand, bringing himself close to her, his lips by her ear. "Call me," he said softly and with that he turned and walked away. The creeping feeling started to burn as he closed the space between him and his sire. He whispered to the elder and the two made their exit, Xavier only glancing back to the artist once offering her the most charismatic smirk he could muster while he thought he saw images that weren't really there.
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Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 6:33 pm
It was like time had slowed down, well actually Lillith new it hadn't slowed down at all, it just seemed like everything was happening in slow motion. She wasn't use to any close contact from anyone other than Matt, so a hand in hers and a mouth so close to her ear she could feel his breath, well it was a bit of a shock to her system. She remembered nodding, a stunned way of saying she'd call, and of course turning to watch him and his brother leave, returning his smile with one of her own.
A whistle behind her made her jump slightly, and she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. Matt laughed and snaked an arm around her waist, two wine glasses in his free hand as he sighed and watched the two men leave. "I almost thought I was drunk when I came back inside and found you talking to that gorgeous boy. Not only that, but I do believe you're currently blushing, and you have the dreamiest smile on your face right now."
He was right, her face was almost bright red, and she forced herself to smile like she wasn't on drugs. "They're just possible models, as you said, they're gorgeous, and you couldn't see, but they have the most...seducing pair of eyes I've seen." For lack of a better word, simply because enchanting just seemed too innocent, and beautiful was too girlie. Holding up his card, she turned away from the door with a smile. "I get to call at some point and find out just how well my camera can capture it."
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Shortly after midnight, well shortly being closer to 1am then midnight, Lillith had finally gotten out of the gallery, and home to change. Sipping at an energy drink, she paced around her home, finally siwtching over to orange juice to try and get rid of her headache. The headache was simply her bodies way of telling her she wouldn't be going to bed anytime soon. Her eyes landed on her camera, and she figured there was nothing better to do this late than go wander the city and take a few pictures.
Changing into blue jeans, which were a bit tattered at the bottoms from being worn so often, a red tank top, and black sneakers, she grabbed her camera, and after tossing a black zip up on, locked her door and began her wandering.
She ended up in a small park, that looked like more teenagers paid it visits than anyone else. She dragged one of the tables across the grass, letting it sit a few feet in front of the swings. She used it to put her camera on, setting it up to take 10, long exposure shots, before sitting herself on the swing set to wait. Sitting of course being that she wasn't in the seat for more than a few seconds before her shoes were on the ground and she was swinging back and forth as high as she could get the swing to go.
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 2:29 pm
Xavier BronsonYou can take your new-fangled this and your new-fangled that,
and you can line them up and throw them overboard.Just outside the gallery, after making a glorious exit Xavier could barely stand, his creeping fear quite incapacitating physically. He could barely feel his knees as tremors ran through them and all but turned them to jelly. Pressing himself to the outside of the building he could see flashes on frighting faces before his own. His dear friend and sire would have to aid him in walking back to their car. The ride home was mostly silent with just a bit of soothing music playing from the stereo. This did help calm Xavier's nerves enough for them to get home. The two vampires moved into the lovely apartment and went through their usual process of soothing Xavier into a clearer state of mind not plagued by the terrible images. Usually it wasn't this bad, making the two of them worry. For a while they tossed around theories as to why the passed few days had been so hard on the young vampire, but neither could agree on one thought. It was only after midnight that Xavier felt the need to replenish his nutrients. The handsome young man with the nearly golden eyes would shower and change and head on out by himself. He took his time, casually wondering around the city, taking it in. If he was going to live forever, he'd have to enjoy his time, even the boring little moments before hunting for prey. It was then Xavier came across a park. Rarely would he see anyone swinging on the swings. Sometimes he'd see a homeless man sleeping or drinking, or he'd find a young couple making out. Tonight was different. Someone was on the swing, her bare feet moving back and forth, a camera nestled in her hands. It only took him a moment but he saw quickly who it was. He couldn't help but smile to himself. How odd, twice in one night. "Didn't think I'd see you again today," he called to her suddenly, a small part of him wanting to startle her. Just a small one. He managed to get pretty close to where she was swinging herself to and fro. She had her camera, so he made a note to make sure to try not to distort her film if she took a photo.
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