Mister Thirteen

~Nyte Bloods~

A twinge of sympathy pinged inside of Liza, her lips slightly parted as she looked at Alice.

I've been there before too, Alice. I know exactly how your feeling right now. All you can do...is bare with it. Liza thought somberly.

Liza caught herself from speaking and looked back forward, out the front of the cab.
The sun had set, the sky was dark, shrouded by the early hours of the night.
The streets were lit up with the headlights of cars and the never ending stream of window lights and street lamps. The sidewalks were crowded with pedestrians even at this hour, mobs of people that walked to and for up and down the concrete.

"We're here." Came the sudden voice of the cab driver.

The towering penthouse stood before them as the cabbie pulled up to the sidewalk in front of the sky scraping wonder.

Liza stared at the building from her side of the car, a curious wonder to her mind.
This is far from Dalton's style. Why would he invite Alice to something like a ritzy tux and gown ball in the Downtown district? A cheap drink after a bad dinner is more of his speed. Liza thought with grim humor.
She said nothing though, not wanting to damper Alice's mood further.

"Well," Liza said,"have a good time. Anything you need before I go?"

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Liza's face darkened at this question as she turned to face Alice, the faintest of glow to be seen in her eyes. Eyes that darted around at the cab driver up front, a pudgy man with short, balding hair and a face grizzled with age marks and rough black stubble. He seemed oblivious to the two behind him as he cruised along in Downtown traffic.

Liza's gaze returned to Alice, the crimson flecks now gone from her eyes.
She leaned toward Alice slightly and spoke, lowly.
"This one time I'll entertain your question, but from now on, no more questions about our...'true selves' in public."

Liza exhaled slightly, and answered Alice's question.

"Yes," she said, bluntly yet meaningfully,"Vampires are immortal Alice. You and I, we will live forever. Eternity lies before us. Or at least until some Inquisitor is lucky enough to finally knock us off." She finished grimly.

She kept her eyes locked onto Alice's face, anticipating her reaction to the least.

~Nyte Bloods~

With a short smile Liza replied,"I'll admit you are very good at what you do. Well enough chatter, let's go, you don't want to be late."

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After snatching on her work clothes, gathering her effects, giving Alice time to change, and locking up the apartment, Liza hailed a cab outside and she and Alice were headed Downtown for the masquerade ball. The sun was already down past New York Cities' towering skyscrapers and was steadily lowering itself past the distant western horizon. It was a charming sight, the golden-orange sky of the setting sun, how it romanticized the evening theme and the events to come.

In the back of the cab, Liza looked around to Alice, saying,"Dalton said he'd meet us by the front door outside. He has yours and his tickets so don't worry about getting in. After I've seen you off I'm off to work for the night. When your ready to leave, take a cab back home. I left the spare key under the doormat so you could get in. Alright? Any questions?" Liza inquired.

~Nyte Bloods~

How about a somewhat tense conversation in the cab on the way over regarding Liza's past? She tells Alice of how she was turned and how old she is, perhaps they could address the question of immortality finally.

Then of course their will be the dramatic events at the ball.

Trust me, I'd rather not spoiler everything, but things turn ugly at the ball and Alice's already crazy new life is warbled even more by the appearance of a "vampire family" and their feud with Liam and she's caught in the midst of it all.

~Nyte Bloods~

Sure, no problem. Thank you for voicing your opinion actually.

I was noticing that myself but didn't say anything because I felt that I was pestering you with the constant OOC mentions.

Are you thinking maybe some deeper character development with Liza?
Perhaps her and Alice getting to know each other better? As in talking more about their pasts maybe?

I do intend for some deeper development with Dalton at the ball, and of course Thomas and his "associates" will be coming into the picture at the ball as well. And of course Liam will be returning this episode as well.

So, I'm thinking deeper understanding between Alice and Liza and our up-and-coming lore cluster at the ball. Sound good? Any comments?

~Nyte Bloods~

The apartment door opened and in stepped Liza. She was casually dressed in a white T-shirt and blue skinny jeans with her black sparies on her feet.
She had told Alice when they first awoke that late afternoon that she had a few things to do that day, and left Alice alone to prepare for the ball that night.

In the last two hours, Liza had paid rent, payed her cell phone bill, and paid off her credit cards. While she was at it, she had stopped and chatted with her nurse friend at the blood bank and let her know that her "stock" was running short and she would be by later that week to pick up a fresh supply.
Though Liza was held over for probably the next couple of weeks, and Alice seemed fine too, Liza preferred to keep a hefty stock of blood bags on hand.

Now she was back, and from what Liza could see, Alice was ready for the ball.

"I gotta' say those look great, Alice." Liza said as she closed the apartment door and approached the bed to look at Alice's costume, an admiring smile on her face.

"I like the mask, and the dress is good too I will admit." She said, her cheeks riveting with dimples her famous sideways smirk formed on her face.

"So are you ready to go?" She looked at Alice inquiringly.

Word association Game!

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~Nyte Bloods~

Well that's the end of that little scene.

I guess next we can time skip ahead to the night of the ball.

You can write a good lengthy post about Alice and her 3 days of making the dress.

Sound good?

~Nyte Bloods~

Liza stifled an indignant grunt as Alice ushered her out of Fancies.

"Take it easy," Liza grumbled, though she held a joking air,"you'd think you were late for prom or something."

In truth, Liza was somewhat pleased to see that Alice was in such good spirits. Though Alice's debacle was quite different from Liza's when she was first turned, Liza still knew what it was like to have your whole world flipped upside down, to have your life taken from you and to be forced into a dark, lonely new reality. Forever isolated from the rest of the known world to a unique extent.

Liza pushed these thoughts aside as she hailed a cab, and returned to the beaming pleasure that radiated from Alice. In a way, it was inspiring, warm.

Liza allowed Alice to get in first with her bags before rushingly hopping in herself to avoid further sun exposure.
She gave the driver her address and sat back in her seat.
Rather tired from her night shift and the small amount of daytime exposure, Liza intended to do nothing more than collapse into bed when she arrived home.