Caged Animals

[deannas]

"Password?"

The bouncer loomed over the redhead by a good seven inches (even in her platform heels). He had a build similar to Arnold Schwarzenegger and the personality to match. His black t-shirt threatened to tear at the seams.

And he smelled like wet dog.

Because, when the moon was full, he was.

Deanna looked past him, down West Bonanza Road, in the Industrial District. It made sense to set up shop here; the I-15 Interstate ran above and below, and provided noise cancellation for the activities inside.

"Chernenko." She blew a ring of smoke from her cigarette, into the dog's face. Then glanced at Daniel. She arched an eyebrow when he didn't immediately respond.

"Don't you dare embarrass me."

Demon Speeding

[birthright_npc]

The trunk was full of automatic weapons, which she'd picked up in New Mexico and was supposed to deliver to a guy named Cassavetes in Las Vegas. There must have been a turf war brewing, because this was a good-sized order of ordnance. But the freight was paid and they were offering a bonus if she got there ahead of schedule. She'd stolen the car precisely because it had a large enough trunk.

The highway up to Sin City was a long uninterrupted stretch of asphalt at two in the morning, and the moon was a big silvery light in the sky as the Caddy's headlights splashed on the road. Her foot was heavy on the gas pedal, because she'd been making good time and wanted to spend the day in a real bed. The daylight hours were getting a little shorter now that summer was waning, but the sun was still as deadly as ever.

The State Trooper came out of nowhere, having been situated behind a billboard for Petey's Chicken and Ribs, and the siren wailed as the official vehicle sped up to pace the Cadillac. She looked in the rearview mirror, glanced at the clock on the dashboard. This was not going to screw up her getting to Vegas early.

( Confrontational )

(no subject)

[holiday_pirner]

( Note Left On Daniel's Bed )

Diary of an Emotional Idiot

[tiny_dancer81]

I have no filter.

No, check that, I have less than no filter, and it shows. On the streets, it's easy to be crude, if only because you have to get your point across in a hurry, but when you're around normies you have to censor yourself or you come off like an ass. I never learned how to do that. My parents were too busy drinking and screwing around to tell me to mind my manners when I was a kid, and after I ran away for the last time they never even bothered to look for me. I guess they were fed up.

Dane tried, in his own way, to teach me better ways to behave, but vampires don't really care about niceties. Neither do whores. Combine the two and you end up with an amoral, bloodsucking loudmouth who takes off her clothes for money. What am I supposed to do, meet the sun because of it?

I didn't mean to embarrass Holly. She was cute, and I couldn't help looking. And Daniel's still a baby vamp and might not know that I can be manipulative. I'm not...proud's the wrong word. But I'm not uncomfortable with it either, at least not often. At least if she tells on me ll be able to honestly say I never touched her. Thoughts aren't stake-worthy, or they shouldn't be.

I'll clean up my act if I see her again. It's not worth arguing about. Not with her, and not with Daniel. I can behave, I just don't have to very often. I just have to mind my manners, especially while I'm sleeping on a borrowed couch.

I really hate common sense sometimes.