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holiday_pirner ([personal profile] holiday_pirner) wrote in [community profile] birthright_rpg2013-08-31 12:32 pm
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Indecision

There was a light positioned over the Kay's office that illuminated a square of orange. Holly was standing in that square, examining the vending machine's offerings. She had gone down to the ice machine with her little plastic bucket. It sat on the ground next to her feet as she sorted through the small pile of change in her palm.

The brunette found two quarters, deposited them, and pressed the rectangular button for an orange. She heard the machine come to life, but then it stalled. Holly bent to check for the soda. "Again?"

She banged her hand against the machine in a halfhearted attempt to get the thing moving again.

Since her memorable night out at the club, Holly hadn't strayed far from her motel room. She flipped through the few television channels, paged idly through some magazines, and re-painted her toenails about 5 times.

Holly had settled on emerald green.

Now she stood there, not wanting to go back to her room, and not wanting to venture out into Searchlight. She stared at the taunting, magnified picture of a Coke, beads of condensation sweating down the can.

"I hate you."
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[personal profile] daniel_stacy 2013-09-01 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
“Yeah!”

Whoa, man. Over-eager. Dial it back to a respectable six.

“I mean, for science. Right?” He spread his hands. “I won’t explode or anything.” That much, he knew. He had tested out the invitation thing his first week as a vampire, tried to get into the apartment of a kid he’d witnessed pissing on his car tire and chased around the building. Just within reach of the little shit, Daniel ran into the barrier. It was trippy, like hitting a patch of thick air. No admission.

As he waited for Holly to make a move, another set of gears began to turn in his head. Redhead in Las Vegas. Filthy mouth. Liked girls. Pearl earrings. He tried to think to himself, the last time he’d seen Deanna, had she been wearing hers?

He got a weird feeling. As he filed in place behind Holly and her ice bucket, he caught himself sniffing her hair, trying to pick up a trace of his sire.
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[personal profile] daniel_stacy 2013-09-01 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Daniel raised his right hand. “I solemnly swear that I will not bite you.” He crossed his fingers in the pocket of his jeans. Old habits died hard.

Tonight. I won’t bite her tonight. What if she bumps into a table and nicks her leg or something? Am I gonna handle myself or am I gonna drop down and lick the wound like a dog? I could see that. Jesus. Let’s hope she’s not clumsy.

He took an oversized step and straddled the threshold. Nothing happened. “Ha. Look at that.” He completed his entrance and shut the door to keep the bugs out. From the entryway, the vampire took stock of the room. Seventies aesthetic, double bed, rabbit ears on the TV, a suitcase barfing clothes onto the carpet. He caught himself trying to spot a bra.

Nice. You’re a real pro.

“Alright, well. Congrats. You’ve taught me something my sire didn’t. Her name’s Deanna, by the way.” He tried to sound casual as he bandied the name about.