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Her answer caught him off guard, and Donovan couldn't help but laugh softly. "Nothing." He repeated with a chuckle. "I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you, I just wasn't expecting. I produce music, would you like to see?" Standing, Donovan picked up his sweating scotch glass and held out a hand extended toward her.
"It doesn't bother me at all." Donovan made the both another drink and seated himself comfortably, almost completely forgetting of the party he was suppose to be hosting outside. "What do you like to do now that you're done acting?" Placing a balled fist under his chin, staring intently at her stunning features. No wonder Hollywood ate her up, she was so much more beautiful in person. The scotch was warm in his stomach, and made him feel daring.
"Go for it. What do you like? Pink Floyd? Simon and Garfunkle? If you can't find anything here I have more.." Pausing while he examined her bright blue eyes, his throat dried. "So," he said, clearing his throat. "So you wouldn't happen to be.." How stupid would he look if she wasn't? It was uncanny. "Like, Nikki Ritchards the actress?" Apparently he sounded stupid before she even could answer, and for t third time that night his tanned skin turned blush.
Donovan smiled as she sifted through his collection. Walking over to the bar again, he pulled a frosted glass from the freezer, dropping a few cubes of ice in. "Do you go to California U? Or are you just visiting?" He asked, filling the glass with soda water and a couple shots of vodka from his private collection. Walking to her side, he extended the glass slightly. "Madam," he said with a smile.
Ahh, you have the Russell Group. I was trying to express prestigiousness of the college, bad wording I suppose.. I'll do a bit of research haha.
Donovan chewed a nail as e sat in traffic. What was the point to having a car that can break 200 mph, when you're stuck at a crawl. Revving his engine, Donovan make a few quick maneuvers before beeping off at the next exit, rolling him through the English Countryside. It was a day and night contrast compared to New York City, where almost never gottheburge to let tevconvertable op down, for fear of carjacking. This, he could do here. The Bugatis hard top began pulling back and disappearing into the drunk, Donovan's dark hair going wild in the wind.
Pulling into the gorgeous Ivy League College Donovan stepped out of his var oto the old cobblestone, string time scents filling the air. He had always marveled over lush gardens as a child, and this was more precious to him then most people could imagine. His Symphony arrangement class wasn't for another hour or so, so he settled down to listen to a few of his latest recordings. The music scene I England was so much more vibrant then in the states, and he had great fun recording the rambunctious bands. Even the ones that trashed his studio causes such great fun and clean tracks he couldn't complain. Yes, he was getting use to this.
Pulling into the gorgeous Ivy League College Donovan stepped out of his var oto the old cobblestone, string time scents filling the air. He had always marveled over lush gardens as a child, and this was more precious to him then most people could imagine. His Symphony arrangement class wasn't for another hour or so, so he settled down to listen to a few of his latest recordings. The music scene I England was so much more vibrant then in the states, and he had great fun recording the rambunctious bands. Even the ones that trashed his studio causes such great fun and clean tracks he couldn't complain. Yes, he was getting use to this.
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Aww, and I totally read them. Yay pancakes! Sorry!
Appearence:
Name: Donovan Mikale
Age: 23
Crush: none at the moment
Relationship Status: In an on again off again relationship with a girl in New York
Short Bio: Donovan is an over privileged guy running on his fathers coin. Born and raised in New York, his father was a successful businessman. He is in his senior year, getting his sound engineering degree. Donovan aspires to be a music producer, and has a decent collection of gear and projects with good bands giving him a promising future.
Personality: With no interest in settling down, he is a known to be sabotaging in relationships. Always having a strong sense of friendship, he is loyal to those closest. A proud man, Donovan has a hard time accepting when he's wrong, and this has ruined many friendships.
Likes: Music of all types. Producing, recording, mixing bands. Beer, coffee, and water. Good food, and for that matter cooking. Classy, clever women.
Dislikes: Ego, although he himself was guilty of this often. Load, attention grabbing girls. Bad singers
Style: high-end, rich
Aww, and I totally read them. Yay pancakes! Sorry!
Appearence:
Name: Donovan Mikale
Age: 23
Crush: none at the moment
Relationship Status: In an on again off again relationship with a girl in New York
Short Bio: Donovan is an over privileged guy running on his fathers coin. Born and raised in New York, his father was a successful businessman. He is in his senior year, getting his sound engineering degree. Donovan aspires to be a music producer, and has a decent collection of gear and projects with good bands giving him a promising future.
Personality: With no interest in settling down, he is a known to be sabotaging in relationships. Always having a strong sense of friendship, he is loyal to those closest. A proud man, Donovan has a hard time accepting when he's wrong, and this has ruined many friendships.
Likes: Music of all types. Producing, recording, mixing bands. Beer, coffee, and water. Good food, and for that matter cooking. Classy, clever women.
Dislikes: Ego, although he himself was guilty of this often. Load, attention grabbing girls. Bad singers
Style: high-end, rich
"Wow," Donovan smiled. That where he knew her from; or rather, didn't know her from. She had been in most large films for the last ten or so years, until dropping of the scene completely. "Donovan, yeah." He said shaking her delicate hand, "I mean this is my house. So that makes me the host. So yes."
He stumbled through his response, blushing and clearing his throat as he turned back to the bar. "Can I get you something Nikki? You're no intruder here. Welcome to my study."
He stumbled through his response, blushing and clearing his throat as he turned back to the bar. "Can I get you something Nikki? You're no intruder here. Welcome to my study."
Appearence:
Donovan Mikale
Vampire
Bio: Donovan his been alive since the time of the Nephilum, what you would call an Original. He was the son of a fallen angel, and has seen nearly every civilization rise and fall. Over the years, Donovan has become desensitized to time and most emotion, being without other company for the last 300 years does that to you. Donovan has an implacable accent from having spoken so many languages, and a distinctively smooth stride.
Donovan Mikale
Vampire
Bio: Donovan his been alive since the time of the Nephilum, what you would call an Original. He was the son of a fallen angel, and has seen nearly every civilization rise and fall. Over the years, Donovan has become desensitized to time and most emotion, being without other company for the last 300 years does that to you. Donovan has an implacable accent from having spoken so many languages, and a distinctively smooth stride.
Exiting the bathroom, Donovan stopped to watch his party through the wall of glass looking out to his back yard. Nothing was broken, no one was fighting, people were dancing, it was what you could call a success. Strangely enough, it still felt a bit distant. Taking the final drink from his glass, Don headed back into his reading room in a slight daze. As he approached the bar, he decide it was a good time for his favorite 70 year aged scotch.
The rustle of pages turning was what brought him from the daze, snapping his attention to a small girl. She was curled in his favorite chair. A quick survey of the room told him she didn't even have a drink. A puzzled look came over his dark exotic features. "Are you not enjoying yourself?" He finally voiced, getting a creeping familiar feeling the longer he looked at her. Where had he seen her face before? Nothing came to him, but but it burned at the back of his head.
The rustle of pages turning was what brought him from the daze, snapping his attention to a small girl. She was curled in his favorite chair. A quick survey of the room told him she didn't even have a drink. A puzzled look came over his dark exotic features. "Are you not enjoying yourself?" He finally voiced, getting a creeping familiar feeling the longer he looked at her. Where had he seen her face before? Nothing came to him, but but it burned at the back of his head.
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