thornblackwell

Purgatory

Thorn smirks and raises a brow.
"I prefer to trick men, by standing on a corner. They pay a lot of money! I tried to steal the big cats from the zoo while drunk on my 18th, met my mother, put in a prison which I escaped from, then went home only for my dad to call here for me to be collected."

Purgatory

Thorn watches him closely. "Funnily, I have never met the man. I wasn't even commiting a huge crime either. This is basically a huge mistake. I'm just a girl who never understood the rules..why are you here?"
She lays down on her back with her legsbend.

Purgatory

Thorn watches the illusion and sneers. "The guards travel in pairs..these bruises just show how much my parents love me."

She takes her milk carton away from him and sips it slowly. "Warm milk tastes odd. But it's better than old milk..I did notice a few cameras...watching me as I walked around, evern yesterday..."

~Hotel Transylvania.

Name
Scarlet Paradise

Age
Appears 18, really 155

Occupation
Guest

Race
Vampire

Appearance pic


Personality
Scarlet has spent countless years on this earth and her patience rather frankly has run out. At her best moments she is a sarcastic one, making a smart mouth comment out of almost anything. At her worst moments she is a undead monster that would like nothing more than to rip someone's throat out. Unlike many older vampires Scarlet has yet to lose her more basic "urges" and is known to bed any person she can, even some less than humanoid creatures. Despite her other misleading characteristics Scarlet is a rather sharp individual, a century of unlife tends to have that effect.

Purgatory

Thorn taps the milk softly. "I've been watching them patrol..those guns will habe younout for hours."
She sighs and rubs her face softly. "You haven't made fun of my bruising yet, so it must be getting better."
A small purple ring is under her left eye wuth some bruising around her mouth and neck.

Purgatory

Thorn throws her finished carton on the floor and sits close to the bars, biting her lip.
"I am called Black Cat for a reason, hardly ever caught going in or out...I may habe been looking around...I have 65 years..."
She puts her hand through the bars and purrs.

Purgatory

Thorn giggles and slurps her milk. "How long do you have here, Daddy?" She raises a brow as this could be a good idea, but she'll need to also think about her new friends.

Purgatory

Thorn mutters in French as she opens up her carton and drinks her milk. "Illusions are bof. But this milk is good.." She chews her straw and sips her milk. "I was talking normally. You obviously can only speak English, which is merde." She smirks.

Purgatory

Thorn snarls. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?! THAT MILK IS EVERYTHING AND CATS ARE WORTH THE WORLD! HOW DARE YOU TRICK ME!! WHAT IS THE POINT IN EVERYONE SHOWING OFF AND ME JUST HAVING TO WATCH?! PAS BESOIN D'ÊTRE UN COQ!! TU ES VERPA PODEX!!"
She shoves her hands through the bars and tries to grab the Milk.

Purgatory

Thorn was prowling down the corridor till she heard a whistle, she goes close to Jack's cell, purring as her eyes glue to the milk.
"Depends if the milk is in date as last time it was more like clotted cream..." She eyes his grip on the milk, seeing how she might be able to grab it easily.