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 Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2004 11:54 am
(( I loved this thread! Don't give up, it takes people a while to warm up. Plus we still don't have alot of people doing RP here yet.))
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Posted: Sat Sep 25, 2004 4:33 pm
(I woulda kept on going but i'm not Anita)
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2004 8:01 am
((You don't need to go by the books, you can just make up a character to RP here whee It's a chance for you to develop your character/s and talk to people without going off the topic))
*She opened the door to Jean Claudes office, leaving it open how she always did. Even though she was the person in charge whilst Jean Claude was away she didn't sit at his desk or in his chair, but on the couch. One leg crossed over the other, that one "pose" looked like a life long habit*
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2004 7:53 pm
Anita glanced at Violet's retreating form, before following.
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 5:22 pm
(I did make a character *nods to self* Yuppers i did, but i don't want to interrupt you and Anita)
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 8:13 pm
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 8:50 pm
Anita glanced at her before sitting down on one of the chairs infront of the desk, turning it to face her.
"Alright, lets start with the basics. Who the hell are you?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2004 8:59 pm
She slid her finger along the rim of the glass that contained what drink she had ordered in it. She glanced up at the stage, barely noticing that a new male dancer had taken place on the stage. Seeming to excite many of the women close up, but only amuze her. She was quiet glad that she had the sunglasses on to hide the farie eyes.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2004 1:43 pm
*She laced her delicate fingers and placed them on her lap. Looking at Anita with a face of amusement and perhaps boredom. That look seemingly like Jean Claudes*
"I am Violet L'Zuré. I realise your natural curiousity and anger, but I am not here to harm or stir any trouble"
*Her voice was like a brief brush of blood stained fur on naked skin. Whilst Anita and her conversed the man on stage soon finished his set, many of the women pleading for him to come back on. Their calls were soon replaced with silence as the stage grew dark. The familiar beat of the song made the audience stir in their seat, then soon cry out. A youthful and attractive blonde haired blue eyed man walked - no, stalked - onto the stage. Nothing but skin tight leather pants adorned his body*
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2004 3:49 pm
Anita listened to the odd silence that went through the club, before realizing what was going on. She smiled softly and shook her head, letting her guard fall slightly. Jason... She turned her dark brown eyes back to stare into Violet's ((you have "violet" eyes right?)). She could weigh her power, finding it not too strong, but still powerful in it's own right. It was uncanny and disconserting how similar her powers and Jean-Claude's were.
"Right, you have told me your name twice and that doesn't tell me anything, other than your name is Violet. I don't know if you come from Calcutta or from Belle Morte's palace. Forgive me if I am being defensive because you wont tell me anything I can use."
She glared at the pretentious vampire, put out by her likeness to Jean-Claude. Sure, her vampire lover wasn't dark skinned, petite, or a woman, but their attitude and powers were close, if Violets being much weaker. Somewhere deep in a dark place in her heart, she felt like maybe she was being replaced, which she immediately dismissed.
"So, feel like talking?" Before I feel like shooting...? Anita thought to herself.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2004 7:56 am
*She nods her head slowly, almost a bow*
"My utter apologies. I spent almost 300 years with the vampire council before being released from their care; I was expected to make more of our kind."
*Her face still kept its mask of blank amusement*
"I had spent only 50 years here before I was sent back to the council. I was attacked by a vampire hunter and I killed him. Unfortunately he was the newest addition to the master at the time's people. The council punished me, 30 years in a cross wrapped coffin before I was set free. I was transported back here where I shall serve the master of the city, whoever that may be. Even if the master changes, my orders will not"
*Her power fluctuated slightly whilst she spoke, her anger obvious. But it soon became still as she calmed herself. If you took away the hair, eyes, fangs and voice you would have what seemed perfectly human - no spill of aura*
"I am not here to replace or threaten you, I'm here to follow orders. That is all Ms Blake"
*Her voice, surprisingly, was very bland. No brushing of fur or blood*
*The young man grinnned at the women surrounding the stage, most of them holding up bills and waving them in the air to get his attention. With the first loud beat of the music he moved his body, graceful and sensuous*
((Her eyes are amethyst, and a deep purple when she's angry or her powers all... blah lol))
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2004 1:48 pm
*Jason soon picked a woman out from the crowd. She was busty, leggy and blonde. Looking up at him with dark blue eyes she smiles lightly, admiring the full length of his nearly nude body. He takes one of her hands and runs it up his stomach, her blood red nails never touching his skin. He grins down at her mischieviously and brushes against her as her hand runs back down, where she places a dollar bill in his g-string. With a wink he wanders back to the middle of the stage where he grinds to the music, using his lycanthrope abilities to good use - everyone watched him with infatuation and interest*
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Posted: Mon Oct 04, 2004 6:22 pm
Anothher animal of sorts up on stage, dancing. Nearly naked, or close enough so that the difference was minimal. Her eyes traveled over his and then turned away in disinterest. Not perferring the animals to what she could have herself at home without any concern whats so ever. A small sigh escaped her lips before she let the drink slide down her throat, the glass now proving to be quiet empty. How...sad.
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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 1:35 pm
*Jasons set had finished and there was a break for the customers to "collect" themselves. Violet stared at Anita, silent and comfortable in it*
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2005 12:49 pm
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