Post by Jadeleath on Sept 19, 2007 14:01:58 GMT -5
The evening was still young, yet Jadeleath had already found, toyed with, and killed a victim. With her hunger gone she found herself with nothing to do. She'd been working hard lately, trying to learn all she could, to advance herself, and tonight she felt like taking a break. Unfortunately she had no idea where to take her break. She'd heard of a few different places that welcomed her kind, even visitted one or two, but she wanted somewhere different tonight.
As she strode down the streets, her heeled knee-high boots making the clunk-clack sound as she put her weight first on her heel then on the ball of her food, she cast her jade green eyes around at her surroundings. She sensed no other vampires in her vacinity and that surprised her. Her eyes settled on one human after another as she caught sight of the looks she was drawing. Men and women alike seemed to be attracted to her creamy white skin, her ample cleavage, her long brownish/red hair. Her short, tight black skirt showed off her sculpted legs while her burgundy low-cut blouse gave passers-by quite a gander at her breasts.
Absently she fingered her jade necklace. It felt cold in her recently warmed fingers as she traced the outline of a celtic coat of arms. Her mind ranged back to the decades she'd spent in Ireland, to the people there she'd grown to love, to the same people who she'd lost. A sigh escaped her at the thought of all that had transpired there. Lost in her own little world she continued to walk.
She was startled out of her private reflections by the sudden feel of a number of pyres in her vicinity. As she came to a stop her eyes scanned the buildings around her. Her eyes alighted on one with the simple name, The Lounge, on the front. She felt pulled toward there, as though she was being called by her own kind.
As she stepped inside she nodded to the man seated just inside, then made her way further in. Her sensitive ears caught the sound of music coming from a side room. She made her way inside as though drawn by the music's spell. In the darkness she sought some place she could sit and listen, though she'd rather be dancing. After a few minutes of standing there she made her way to a table she'd just seen vacated, rushing to sit down so as to not have to wait any longer, not to mention that she noticed someone aiming for the same place.
Seated now, she sat with her legs crossed, her eyes cast over the dancers. She absently placed her black bag, her purse, on the table beside her, though she kept one arm looped through the strap. A few minutes later she cast her eyes about, wondering what they served here.
As she strode down the streets, her heeled knee-high boots making the clunk-clack sound as she put her weight first on her heel then on the ball of her food, she cast her jade green eyes around at her surroundings. She sensed no other vampires in her vacinity and that surprised her. Her eyes settled on one human after another as she caught sight of the looks she was drawing. Men and women alike seemed to be attracted to her creamy white skin, her ample cleavage, her long brownish/red hair. Her short, tight black skirt showed off her sculpted legs while her burgundy low-cut blouse gave passers-by quite a gander at her breasts.
Absently she fingered her jade necklace. It felt cold in her recently warmed fingers as she traced the outline of a celtic coat of arms. Her mind ranged back to the decades she'd spent in Ireland, to the people there she'd grown to love, to the same people who she'd lost. A sigh escaped her at the thought of all that had transpired there. Lost in her own little world she continued to walk.
She was startled out of her private reflections by the sudden feel of a number of pyres in her vicinity. As she came to a stop her eyes scanned the buildings around her. Her eyes alighted on one with the simple name, The Lounge, on the front. She felt pulled toward there, as though she was being called by her own kind.
As she stepped inside she nodded to the man seated just inside, then made her way further in. Her sensitive ears caught the sound of music coming from a side room. She made her way inside as though drawn by the music's spell. In the darkness she sought some place she could sit and listen, though she'd rather be dancing. After a few minutes of standing there she made her way to a table she'd just seen vacated, rushing to sit down so as to not have to wait any longer, not to mention that she noticed someone aiming for the same place.
Seated now, she sat with her legs crossed, her eyes cast over the dancers. She absently placed her black bag, her purse, on the table beside her, though she kept one arm looped through the strap. A few minutes later she cast her eyes about, wondering what they served here.