Florence paced at the edge of the town. It was getting closer to dawn, and she see the nighttime sky grow just a hint brighter. Even though she disliked the daytime, she knew that was probably the best time to approach them. If she showed her face to them at night, they would probably be more suspicious. She continued pacing. Suddenly, her steps faltered when she heard a solitary voice tear through the silence. It was quite obviously distant, but her sharp hearing picked it up nonetheless.
"...gone right into a human inn. There could be protectors anywhere!"
Fool. If she could hear him from where she stood, just imagine who else did. The town was probably crawling with Protectors just waiting for a chance like this; for some loudmouth vampire to show up at their doorstep. Florence shook her head and resumed her pacing, listening as the vampire continued his very audible shouting. Some part of her deep down wished she had his confidence, though. She wanted to be able to confront the Protectors and ask to be ID'd, but every time she had an opportunity she shied away.
Not this time.
This time, she resolved to approach them at last. No matter how inwardly terrified she felt.
"Yo, Chris," Zach said, flicking his wrist in a cheery two-fingered salute. "Come to visit the boss today, too?" He reached into the McDonald's bag to retrieve a breakfast sandwich, which he tossed to Chris, and then gestured at a leather couch positioned across from where he was sitting. "Why don't you join me as we wait for him to rise from his eternal slumber?" He dug in the bag to draw out a second sandwich for himself, tore off the wrapper, and took a large bite, letting out a satisfied groan. It wasn't the most delicious food, but hey, what can you expect from a two dollar meal? As long as it filled Zach's rumbling stomach, that's all that mattered.
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Yep! :) Now Nicole gets to attempt talking to *gasp* a boy!
Nicole sipped at her smoothie, feeling utterly awkward. Her mind raced as the silence between the two girls dragged out, looking for something else to say. Why did I even come here? she thought with an inward groan. This whole thing was pointless anyway. I'm just too socially inept. She fingered the red glow stick on her wrist, slowly twisting it in small circles, and glanced up to see what the other people were up to in the bar. There were a lot of new guests since she last let herself explore the other faces, but one of them stuck out to her. A man was wandering around the bar with a frustrated look on his face. He didn't seem interested in talking to anyone, even though Nicole saw multiple green glow stick girls clearly swing their heads around to check him out. She wondered what he was doing here if he had no intention of socializing. Then the man turned towards her.
Oh God, he's coming this way.
Nicole nervously turned away and acted like her smoothie straw was suddenly the most interesting thing in the bar. The man kept walking. What was going on? Guys usually acted like she was invisible. The most interaction they ever had with her was when they mistook her for Grace, and that wasn't even intentional. She was the plague, the girl which every guy avoided. So what happened? Why did this man have a sudden interest in her? She risked flicking her stormy gray gaze in his direction for a moment. He had stopped a couple feet away and was staring at her. Nicole's heart raced.
“Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I’m actually looking for someone who might have been here recently…”
Nicole stared back at him stupidly. The question had taken her by surprise. The man's eyes shifted from her face to her wrist, and then she remembered: she was wearing a red glow stick. He didn't have an interest in dancing with her; he thought she was taken. She felt herself physically relax, letting out a long exhale through her nose, the fleeting look of panic fading off her face. The man was still staring, and she realized he was waiting for an answer.
"Um," Nicole said. Great job, genius. What an intelligent response! "W-who are you looking for?"
Oh God, he's coming this way.
Nicole nervously turned away and acted like her smoothie straw was suddenly the most interesting thing in the bar. The man kept walking. What was going on? Guys usually acted like she was invisible. The most interaction they ever had with her was when they mistook her for Grace, and that wasn't even intentional. She was the plague, the girl which every guy avoided. So what happened? Why did this man have a sudden interest in her? She risked flicking her stormy gray gaze in his direction for a moment. He had stopped a couple feet away and was staring at her. Nicole's heart raced.
“Sorry to interrupt ladies, but I’m actually looking for someone who might have been here recently…”
Nicole stared back at him stupidly. The question had taken her by surprise. The man's eyes shifted from her face to her wrist, and then she remembered: she was wearing a red glow stick. He didn't have an interest in dancing with her; he thought she was taken. She felt herself physically relax, letting out a long exhale through her nose, the fleeting look of panic fading off her face. The man was still staring, and she realized he was waiting for an answer.
"Um," Nicole said. Great job, genius. What an intelligent response! "W-who are you looking for?"
Alrighty. Can't wait for this to start :)
Mine is up :) I hope you don't mind that Zach made himself right at home in Ben's living room
Florence Reiner stood at the edge of the treeline, where the forest meets the town of Brooksfield, Colorado. She gazed longingly at the quaint little place, wishing she could be a part of it. She hated how isolated she felt. She wasn't part of the world of humans or vampires. She was always afraid of hurting any human she became close to, and the other vampires frightened her with their unconstrained blood lust. A gentle breeze tugged at her clothes and her auburn hair, which she then tucked behind her ears. Florence lifted her hazel eyes to the starry sky above and let out a sigh. Yet again, she would almost enter Brooksfield, and yet again she would turn away. She was such a coward.
A sudden crash jerked her from her thoughts just as she was turning to walk back into the forest. She spun back around, searching the dark streets for the source of the noise. It seemed to come from a grocery store a little ways ahead. That was odd, she thought. Florence wondered what the humans were doing up so late, or maybe... She inhaled deeply, taking in the chilly night air. She felt uncomfortable about how she could recognize another vampire just by its smell, but occasionally it came in handy. The pungent aroma of fresh blood flooded her senses. She shuddered, taking long breaths to control her own craving for the stuff. Not now. Not with one of them nearby. She had also identified the scent of one of the humans who hunted her kind. They always smelled distinctly of death to her.
Florence hugged her middle as she struggled to contain the inherent blood lust that was trying to wash over her. I have to get away from here. She felt the familiar blackness threaten to take over her vision. She turned and stumbled back into the forest, hoping that putting some distance between herself and whatever was happening at the store would calm her primal urges. It worked. She felt the blackness ease from her eyes and the tugging in her gut became less frequent. Heart racing, she leaned back against a tree, sliding down until she was in a crouching position.
That was too close. Florence knew it was only a matter of time before the Protectors found her. She could only do so much to suppress her cravings for human blood, and they were coming much more often lately. It had been almost thirty years since she had last killed someone, and she was beginning to feel anemic. Something inside her told her she shouldn't leave, though. She still hoped against hopes that she would eventually work up the nerve to approach the Protectors and ask to become an ID Vampire. Maybe then she could finally live in peace among what used to be her kind.
Zach Anderson turned off the engine to his car and stepped out, slamming the driver side door behind him. He blinked against the harsh mid-morning light, which his clear blue eyes failed to effectively block out. His photophobic symptoms were one of his few complaints in life. He walked purposefully up to the front door of the old wood cabin, knocked loudly, and waited. There was no reply. Zach frowned, He must be sleeping in. Probably had a late night out hunting the blood-suckers again. He reached into the back pocket of his well-worn jeans to retrieve a spare key, one which he had been given years ago when he and Ben had become close. Although he would never admit it to Ben's face, Zach looked up to him like a big brother, or maybe even a father figure.
"Hello," Zach called out once he had unlocked the door and stepped inside. "I come bearing gifts!" It was true. He had picked up some breakfast at a McDonald's drive-thru on the way over, ordering enough to feed two people, but not so much that he couldn't eat it all himself if Ben declined the offer. He settled down into one of the leather couches adorning the living room, placing the plastic bag of food on a nearby table as he kicked back to wait for Ben.
A sudden crash jerked her from her thoughts just as she was turning to walk back into the forest. She spun back around, searching the dark streets for the source of the noise. It seemed to come from a grocery store a little ways ahead. That was odd, she thought. Florence wondered what the humans were doing up so late, or maybe... She inhaled deeply, taking in the chilly night air. She felt uncomfortable about how she could recognize another vampire just by its smell, but occasionally it came in handy. The pungent aroma of fresh blood flooded her senses. She shuddered, taking long breaths to control her own craving for the stuff. Not now. Not with one of them nearby. She had also identified the scent of one of the humans who hunted her kind. They always smelled distinctly of death to her.
Florence hugged her middle as she struggled to contain the inherent blood lust that was trying to wash over her. I have to get away from here. She felt the familiar blackness threaten to take over her vision. She turned and stumbled back into the forest, hoping that putting some distance between herself and whatever was happening at the store would calm her primal urges. It worked. She felt the blackness ease from her eyes and the tugging in her gut became less frequent. Heart racing, she leaned back against a tree, sliding down until she was in a crouching position.
That was too close. Florence knew it was only a matter of time before the Protectors found her. She could only do so much to suppress her cravings for human blood, and they were coming much more often lately. It had been almost thirty years since she had last killed someone, and she was beginning to feel anemic. Something inside her told her she shouldn't leave, though. She still hoped against hopes that she would eventually work up the nerve to approach the Protectors and ask to become an ID Vampire. Maybe then she could finally live in peace among what used to be her kind.
Zach Anderson turned off the engine to his car and stepped out, slamming the driver side door behind him. He blinked against the harsh mid-morning light, which his clear blue eyes failed to effectively block out. His photophobic symptoms were one of his few complaints in life. He walked purposefully up to the front door of the old wood cabin, knocked loudly, and waited. There was no reply. Zach frowned, He must be sleeping in. Probably had a late night out hunting the blood-suckers again. He reached into the back pocket of his well-worn jeans to retrieve a spare key, one which he had been given years ago when he and Ben had become close. Although he would never admit it to Ben's face, Zach looked up to him like a big brother, or maybe even a father figure.
"Hello," Zach called out once he had unlocked the door and stepped inside. "I come bearing gifts!" It was true. He had picked up some breakfast at a McDonald's drive-thru on the way over, ordering enough to feed two people, but not so much that he couldn't eat it all himself if Ben declined the offer. He settled down into one of the leather couches adorning the living room, placing the plastic bag of food on a nearby table as he kicked back to wait for Ben.
It's finally up! :D I'll add my post in a bit
Oh wow lol that's so perfect
Kiena saw the orc draw an axe as she darted towards it, the thrill of the fight giving an extra spring to her steps. She hadn't been in a proper battle for weeks. Not since the incident... but she refused to let herself think about that. She faltered as Decado charged beside her, throwing a well-aimed knife at the orc and pushing his way in front of her. She almost laughed. He doesn't trust me, she thought in amusement. Well, despite her looks she could take care of herself, as she was determined to prove in this fight. Kiena was preparing to duck around her partner's raised shield and take advantage of the distraction his knife caused, when she heard Arthur calling out orders from behind.
"Decado Injured to my right, Kiena on my left, keep on your feet, Astiroth wolf..."
Kiena, used to taking split-second instructions after years of working with the Ironwolves, immediately pivoted on her foot to switch targets. She now faced an uninjured orc who had just drawn a large axe. He spun to look at her. For about half a second, they sized each other up. Kiena quickly identified an opening in the orc's stance and sprinted forwards, aiming her sword. The orc realized her intentions, however, and shifted in time to stop her blade with his own. So, the initial strike didn't work. She would get him with the next one. She spun around, getting behind the orc and stepping into its blind spot. The maneuver gave her just enough time to jab her sword into the orc's thigh and jump back to avoid the counter strike.
"Decado Injured to my right, Kiena on my left, keep on your feet, Astiroth wolf..."
Kiena, used to taking split-second instructions after years of working with the Ironwolves, immediately pivoted on her foot to switch targets. She now faced an uninjured orc who had just drawn a large axe. He spun to look at her. For about half a second, they sized each other up. Kiena quickly identified an opening in the orc's stance and sprinted forwards, aiming her sword. The orc realized her intentions, however, and shifted in time to stop her blade with his own. So, the initial strike didn't work. She would get him with the next one. She spun around, getting behind the orc and stepping into its blind spot. The maneuver gave her just enough time to jab her sword into the orc's thigh and jump back to avoid the counter strike.
*raises hand* I volunteer as tribute~
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