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birthright_npcA beautiful glass-front elevator offers stunning views of the hotel atrium and indoor balconies... It's too bad it doesn't fully work.
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birthright_npcA Victimless Crime?
Sep. 13th, 2013 01:02 amtiny_dancer81Theresa had barely slept since she'd seen Holly at Whatever-Her-Name-Was' hotel, and she hadn't fed either. All she could think of was that if she ventured out of Daniel's apartment, some homicidal chick with a stake was going to leap out at her from behind the nearest parked car and plunge it into her chest. Put an end to her, just like Dane. As ambivalent as she'd been about being turned, she wasn't ready to be a pile of ashes yet.
She'd counted her money several times, folded and unfolded all her clothes, packed and unpacked her duffel bag. She didn't even go out on the stroll. A day passed. Two. Three.
At the end of the third day, her insides were about to rebel and leap out of her body, and so the vampire risked a quick trip out. One-and-done, and she'd do her damnedest to control the hunger. Maybe she'd pick several willing volunteers and take a nibble from each of them. It would be better not to leave a corpse behind, although she was hungry enough to.
The Funhouse was packed by the time the diminutive brunette got past the queue in front, and the sound of all those heartbeats rivaled even the music the DJ was playing. The men's john was in the back of the club, separated by a partition from the women's bathroom. Theresa made a beeline for the dance floor, sidled up beside a preppy type and started to dance with him. She'd sweet talk him into letting her have a snack, enough that she could calm down and not starve to a second death.
It was at times like this that she wished she'd learned to kick ass while she was alive.
She'd counted her money several times, folded and unfolded all her clothes, packed and unpacked her duffel bag. She didn't even go out on the stroll. A day passed. Two. Three.
At the end of the third day, her insides were about to rebel and leap out of her body, and so the vampire risked a quick trip out. One-and-done, and she'd do her damnedest to control the hunger. Maybe she'd pick several willing volunteers and take a nibble from each of them. It would be better not to leave a corpse behind, although she was hungry enough to.
The Funhouse was packed by the time the diminutive brunette got past the queue in front, and the sound of all those heartbeats rivaled even the music the DJ was playing. The men's john was in the back of the club, separated by a partition from the women's bathroom. Theresa made a beeline for the dance floor, sidled up beside a preppy type and started to dance with him. She'd sweet talk him into letting her have a snack, enough that she could calm down and not starve to a second death.
It was at times like this that she wished she'd learned to kick ass while she was alive.
holiday_pirnerThe man at the front desk of the swank hotel wasn't much older than Holly, she surmised, watching him from a bench in the foyer. He checked a few people in, intermittently answering the sleek black telephone. She stood and stubbed out her cigarette in the pillar ash tray, then approached the shining mass of mahogany.
"How can I help you, miss?" He gave her a customer service smile, the ambient lighting catching his brass name tag. Will.
"Hi, Will," she said, placing her hands, palms down, on the counter. "I've come here to visit my aunt, she has a suite here, but she forgot to tell her room number and I think she's out tonight with some colleagues." Holly looked at her suitcase, and he followed her line of sight.
"I just had a terribly long flight and all I want is to drop these things off and have a nice, hot shower." And here, she smiled, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones. He ducked his head, his own smile changing quality. "Her name is Julianna St.Clare. Could you make me a key?"
He nodded, grabbing a plastic key from beneath the desk. She waited patiently, pretending to study some of the adverts for the nearby casinos. The clerk slid a paper envelope across the counter to her. "Will you be needing anything else?"
Holly peeked at the room number written on the envelope. "That'll be fine. Thank you, Will." She gave him a backward glance over her shoulder as she rolled her suitcase toward the elevator.
"How can I help you, miss?" He gave her a customer service smile, the ambient lighting catching his brass name tag. Will.
"Hi, Will," she said, placing her hands, palms down, on the counter. "I've come here to visit my aunt, she has a suite here, but she forgot to tell her room number and I think she's out tonight with some colleagues." Holly looked at her suitcase, and he followed her line of sight.
"I just had a terribly long flight and all I want is to drop these things off and have a nice, hot shower." And here, she smiled, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones. He ducked his head, his own smile changing quality. "Her name is Julianna St.Clare. Could you make me a key?"
He nodded, grabbing a plastic key from beneath the desk. She waited patiently, pretending to study some of the adverts for the nearby casinos. The clerk slid a paper envelope across the counter to her. "Will you be needing anything else?"
Holly peeked at the room number written on the envelope. "That'll be fine. Thank you, Will." She gave him a backward glance over her shoulder as she rolled her suitcase toward the elevator.
Diary of an Emotional Idiot
Sep. 5th, 2013 07:15 pmtiny_dancer81I 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.
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.
holiday_pirnerHolly had been more than glad to receive the message from Daniel. After her meeting with Julianna, she had needed a laugh. Deciding to live up to her 'insane' reputation, she had looked him up in the phone book. But instead of calling, the brunette had decided to surprise him.
She had worn the same red dress from the club night with Deanna; it had been washed since then, so maybe Daniel wouldn't notice. It was the nicest one she had with her, and Holly wasn't getting rid of it.
Ringing the doorbell, she stood and waited, scratching the back of her leg with her boot. It was a quiet building. Please be home, she thought. The clock in her car had indicated it was a quarter after 8 PM. That was early for vampires, right?
She had worn the same red dress from the club night with Deanna; it had been washed since then, so maybe Daniel wouldn't notice. It was the nicest one she had with her, and Holly wasn't getting rid of it.
Ringing the doorbell, she stood and waited, scratching the back of her leg with her boot. It was a quiet building. Please be home, she thought. The clock in her car had indicated it was a quarter after 8 PM. That was early for vampires, right?
Hunger Pangs
Sep. 2nd, 2013 05:07 pmdaniel_stacyDaniel was starving.
No, really.
If asked, the vampire would swear he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Spending time with Holly was akin to fasting at a dinner table piled with sizzling, juicy steaks. He jogged to his car with the biggest ‘fang boner’ of his life, his face morphing into demonic features and remaining as such for the entirety of the drive into Las Vegas, where he hoped to arrive in time for the casinos to unleash drunken, giddy tourists onto the sidewalk. He parked his car and struck out on foot.
Where, where, where are you going? Get your game face on. Not that one, the pretty one.
Great. Now he talked to himself.
Screw it. He didn’t have the patience for sweet talk. He abandoned the casino plan and swung into a parking garage stairwell, taking the steps three at a time. Sooner or later, a woman who dressed like an extra from Knots Landing would toddle to her car, inebriated and ripe for the sucking. Daniel stopped on level four and meandered between the parked automobiles, in search of one with the hallmarks of womanhood: lipstick tube, emery board, hairbrush. He shielded his eyes and peered into the driver’s side window of a silver Miata.
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No, really.
If asked, the vampire would swear he hadn’t eaten in weeks. Spending time with Holly was akin to fasting at a dinner table piled with sizzling, juicy steaks. He jogged to his car with the biggest ‘fang boner’ of his life, his face morphing into demonic features and remaining as such for the entirety of the drive into Las Vegas, where he hoped to arrive in time for the casinos to unleash drunken, giddy tourists onto the sidewalk. He parked his car and struck out on foot.
Where, where, where are you going? Get your game face on. Not that one, the pretty one.
Great. Now he talked to himself.
Screw it. He didn’t have the patience for sweet talk. He abandoned the casino plan and swung into a parking garage stairwell, taking the steps three at a time. Sooner or later, a woman who dressed like an extra from Knots Landing would toddle to her car, inebriated and ripe for the sucking. Daniel stopped on level four and meandered between the parked automobiles, in search of one with the hallmarks of womanhood: lipstick tube, emery board, hairbrush. He shielded his eyes and peered into the driver’s side window of a silver Miata.
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Sugar Baby
Aug. 31st, 2013 01:47 amtiny_dancer81It turned out that Dane either lied about Theresa losing the craving for coke or that he just didn't know she wouldn't, because she'd been a vampire for four years and she still wanted the high. It might have been just psychosomatic, the way other vampires drank alcohol despite the fact that they could barely taste it, but the fact remained, she was still a user of the white powder. Just through a filter now that her heart was no longer beating.
The brunette was currently parked in the lounge of one of the Strip's higher-end hotels, scoping the bar area and nursing a margarita. She'd had a fake ID made back in California when she was alive, and now that she was in Las Vegas there was no one to recognize her and say that she was presumably only eighteen. She'd only been in Sin City for a few months, having packed up what she could comfortably carry and get the hell out of Hollywood after Dane got torched.
Fucking vigilantes. Dane hadn't been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he'd been her sire and he'd promised to take care of her. Theresa resented having to start all over, if only because it had meant she'd had to go back to turning tricks. She had no other skills except for theft, and she wanted to lay very low for a while, just in case one of those bright boys from Hollyweird managed to track her here.
( That School Girl Look )
The brunette was currently parked in the lounge of one of the Strip's higher-end hotels, scoping the bar area and nursing a margarita. She'd had a fake ID made back in California when she was alive, and now that she was in Las Vegas there was no one to recognize her and say that she was presumably only eighteen. She'd only been in Sin City for a few months, having packed up what she could comfortably carry and get the hell out of Hollywood after Dane got torched.
Fucking vigilantes. Dane hadn't been the sharpest knife in the drawer, but he'd been her sire and he'd promised to take care of her. Theresa resented having to start all over, if only because it had meant she'd had to go back to turning tricks. She had no other skills except for theft, and she wanted to lay very low for a while, just in case one of those bright boys from Hollyweird managed to track her here.
( That School Girl Look )
Hollywood Dead
Aug. 29th, 2013 11:37 pmtiny_dancer81"What...what did you do to me?"
"You'll get used to it. We all do."
"I mean it, Dane, what the fuck did you do to me? This isn't funny."
"It's not meant to be funny, Theresa. I saved you. It was destiny."
"You bit me."
"I did. And then you drank, so clearly you didn't want to die as much as you thought you did."
"I never said -- I was crashing, coming down off of the high. I wasn't serious."
"Well, it doesn't matter now, because it's done. You're one of us now."
"I want a hit."
"You won't need that anymore. I'll get you something to eat. Someone."
"I'm fucking starving."
"I know you are. I remember what it was like when I rose, I wanted to eat too. I'll take care of you."
"You won't leave me? I didn't want this, not really. I didn't want to die."
"You really will get used to it. After the first decade you won't remember being any other way. I promise."
"Bring me a small one. I'll work my way up to bigger kills."
"You'll get used to it. We all do."
"I mean it, Dane, what the fuck did you do to me? This isn't funny."
"It's not meant to be funny, Theresa. I saved you. It was destiny."
"You bit me."
"I did. And then you drank, so clearly you didn't want to die as much as you thought you did."
"I never said -- I was crashing, coming down off of the high. I wasn't serious."
"Well, it doesn't matter now, because it's done. You're one of us now."
"I want a hit."
"You won't need that anymore. I'll get you something to eat. Someone."
"I'm fucking starving."
"I know you are. I remember what it was like when I rose, I wanted to eat too. I'll take care of you."
"You won't leave me? I didn't want this, not really. I didn't want to die."
"You really will get used to it. After the first decade you won't remember being any other way. I promise."
"Bring me a small one. I'll work my way up to bigger kills."
