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Post by Jarrod on Nov 7, 2007 0:08:15 GMT -5
Jarrod arrived in typical Jarrod fashion; a bit late, but there nonetheless. He sported a black suit with a deep green dress shirt underneath; a thin black tie completed the look. He had picked it up in a nearby store; he wasn't poor. But it had taken a chunk out of his funds. It was worth it, though. Namir was here already, he knew. He had meant to come in with her by his side, but he had gotten sidetracked a bit. Mentally he kicked himself for not being better about making it to places on time. Undergoing the search by the vampire guards, he passed through. He had left his sack and his stilletto knife, along with a few other weapons, in a safe place. Jarrod didn't trust these guys not to take anything. Striding in confidentally, his back straight and shoulders square, his sea green eyes scanned the growing crowd. He only recognized Pete and Namir. Namir looked stunning in her dress, though there were a few bad memories associated with it. He brushed them aside and walked over to her. Coming up behind her, he slipped his hand around hers, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek. "Hey beautiful, mind if I join you?" he asked with a boyish grin. His blonde curly hair was somewhat tamed, though it still looked a bit unruly.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 7, 2007 9:03:04 GMT -5
Silas watched imapssivly as the guests began to arrive. He had been away on buisness, and so subsequentally had no idea the ball was ever occuring, much less that he had recived in an invation. Since in improptu bite at the hands of Namir, he had gone on his own to learn the extent of his new powers. Finding her rather liked them, he found it prudant to thank his orginator. That was when he had found out about this ball, and his mind began to wonder. He hated fancy get-ups, although he always dressed as if he was going to one. The social elite reminded him too much of his sister and father; a family he hardly cared about anymore. Still, this was avery good chance to learn even more about the secret society werewolves enjoyed, and his curiosity always came before his discomfort. He felt exposed almost without his chains...but remembering the letter, he didn't think he would need them. He took a deep breath, gave his knuckles a quick crack, and stepped livly towards the door. The guards there were rather rough in thier serch of him, but he was till allowed to enter. He grumbled a bit at the treatment of his clother; he had pulled out his best suit for this occasion. But he put on a smile, surveying the gathered guests with interest. Namir was surrounded by people; which he thought marvoulously funny, but noticing the familiar habits of them all together, he knew they had to be close friends. He found that funny too.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 7, 2007 22:07:39 GMT -5
Taking Jarrod's hand in hers, she was still looking at Pete. She blushed as he kissed her, and slowly drifted her eyes over to him, afraid she would have her breath taken away when she saw him. Even thought he was late, she didn't care, it was better late than never. Her eyes lighted upon the strong velvet black of his tux, and glided up to meet the deep green eyes that she'd fallen in love with, the untidy hair that drove her mad. Namir's fingers tightened in Jarrod's to show her approval, an oh-so-familiar smile delightfully present on her lips. "Of course, my heart, you're welcome to join." Reluctantly taking her eyes off Jarrod, she glanced around the room to see who was there. In the corner she saw Perrin and Mikel talking over liquor, who she presumed to be the vampire queen by her dress over looking the party briefly, and slinking in the door in a solitary yet suave manner, Silas. He looked so alone over there, she had to introduce him to her family, since he was a new werewolf he wasn't exactly familiar with them yet. Smoothly she motioned him over to the group as she caught his eye, holding his blue one in steady gaze with her grey. "I want you guys to meet someone," she announced to her immediate familiars.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Nov 8, 2007 9:57:33 GMT -5
Vincent stood in the darkness of a corner, for he does not belong in crowds, for he is a loner, last survivor of a lost Lycan Clan, who kept to them self.
'This is a trap.' Vincent kept saying to himself. 'Victor wants to destroy us all!' Vincent said as he was prepared to leave the mansion, to spend some time with his friends, the wolves, but then he felt a great darkness come over him, his skin started to change, but he was able to take control again. 'I really must leave this place, before something terrible happens.' Vincent thought for himself.
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Post by Pete on Nov 8, 2007 16:54:53 GMT -5
He felt it long before he saw it. The surge of energy marking the transformation, he had felt it himself so many times before. It was different this time, it felt alien... ancient and powerful. Vincent was here. He turned around, looking into the corner to see him, his eyes changing color, a pained snarl on his face. If he didn't stop now, it would be too late, he would most likely be killed. And the death of a Pack member is not taken lightly. Pete seemingly disappeared, moving too fast to be seen by the naked eye, reappearing next to Vincent. He put his arm on the man's shoulder, guiding him towards the door, his body shuddering to resist the transformation. Now is not the time, my friend. One false move and we all die. Yes, I know it's most likely a trap, but we need to stay cool for now.
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Post by Namir Black on Nov 8, 2007 17:06:19 GMT -5
Namir glanced off forlornly at Pete hurrying out the door. He seemed in such a rush gathering from his stance and the way his eyes widened all of a sudden, she didn't recognize the man that he wound his arm around. Something didn't feel right. Casually Namir pried into their minds, the hazey crackle that phased over her mind when a lycan was about to change left a sensation in her mind, she swallowed hard, but still managed to keep her cool. Namir hastily traced back through their most recent thoughts, of both the man and Pete, they couldn't do this now, it would be chaos, they were already treading on enemy grounds as it was. Instead she projected to the three other wolves in the midst of the party, Keep an eye out for Pete and his friend, things could turn badly. If they do, we should all precede to get the h*ll out, taking all measures of escape before capture. Keep calm for now though, don't let them suspect anything. Tightening her grasp assuringly on Jarrod's hand, she kept a casual look out on the two.
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Post by Silas Bloodthunder on Nov 8, 2007 18:49:48 GMT -5
Silas was somewhat startled at Namis mental relay, but he didn't find it surprising. He saw two of the other wolves walk off, and assumed that they had to be "Pete and his friend". He couldn't explain it, but something in the back of his mind tickled at the sight of them, and a strange crackling smell reached his nose, one he always recognised during a transformation. He sipped a glass of wine, trying to look unimpressed. He was new to this version of the game, but somehow transforming here struck him as a very bad idea. He met namirs eye again, nodding kindly to her before returning to his drink. He projected to her, softly, as he still hadn't managed the talent. I'd like to stay anonymous for now. I'd like to watch things play out some. Chances are everyone here knows I'm with you guys anyway.
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Post by Perrin on Nov 8, 2007 23:16:38 GMT -5
Perrin walked away from Mikel with the intention of not to return. "Age fifteen years at least" Perrin mimicked Mikel’s voice as he walked towards the drinks and also to where Sara stood drinking her wine. 'Do I look like a waiter?' Perrin said sarcastically in his head. Looking at the drinks on offer he deliberated between picking up another glass of champagne or he could have one of the cool beers that sat there seducing him. Moving down the table he reached behind Sara. “Excuse me” He said and with a small satisfied smile he picked up a beer and flipped out a bottle opener attached to his keys, after swallowing the first sip he relished in the bittersweet taste of the refreshing ale. Perrin looked up from the table and flashed Sara a small smile. “Sorry, names Perrin.” He said extending his hand, though he wasn’t sorry at all, he just felt it necessary to apologise.
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Post by Sara on Nov 9, 2007 4:53:00 GMT -5
Sara watched the crowd with a keen an eye. It was good to keep an eye on what turned up, either way she knew that many of those that had opposed her kind were feeling a vibe of being trapped. If that was so, or was Victor’s plan, Sara did not know.
She looked to a stranger, someone she had not come across before. He introduced himself as Perrin. She sensed no vampire, nor lycan within him as he extended his hand, in a form of an apology. She turned around and smiled, taking his hand gently as she allowed him to introduce yourself.
“Do not be sorry,” her voice said gently, “I was blocking the way. Sara’s the name,” she said letting her eyes stray over him. There was something to this fellow, something she could not yet see. However the invitation had been extended to all, and for whatever reason it had been was not truly indicated to her. Therefore Sara saw it as a way to look at what opposed them, have a rough estimate on numbers, and who were whom of which clans and such, in a matter of ceasefire.
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Post by Samantha Andrews on Nov 10, 2007 7:36:03 GMT -5
Sam had found out about the gathering through her sources. She was not sure whether she should be there, but perhaps she might learn a little more from interacting with these kinds. To her knowledge it was a night where no blood was to be shed, so she should be fairly safe? Shouldn’t she?
She needed to learn more, and she was willing to cross the line to get information. It was just how stubborn she could be. Her life had constantly been in peril. She knew she’d never escape it. So, therefore she tried not too get rid of it, or fear it. She decided to move through it, no matter how hard it was.
She had herself checked for any weapons. She was clean and was allowed entry. The people at the gates gave her tedious looks and she wondered, if perhaps they were vampires. She’d have to be extremely careful. Especially since she had rocked up alone.
She was dressed in a long purple gown, with a black ribbon around her waist. Her hair hung loose, and she wore little makeup. As she made her way into the hall, she had to stop just outside for a breath. To calm herself, it was just as exciting as it was torturous. She was to be in a room with more vampires and lycans then she guessed any other human might have been.
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Post by Perrin on Nov 11, 2007 20:40:35 GMT -5
Perrin guessed Sara was a vampire. The fact that she had fangs an unmistakable sign of a vampire but also her skin was very pale; to be hidden from the sun for the rest of time made Perrin shudder. “Pleasure to meet you Sara” Perrin said taking another drink of his beer and looking over at he small gathering that clustered in the middle of the room. On the assumption that the people gathering with Namir were all werewolves, Perrin decided to stay put, he didn’t regret coming but he was beginning to get bored and he began hoping that the Lycan’s would transform just to cause some entertainment, letting out a small sigh he brought the bottle to his lips and took a large gulp. Looking back at Sara something struck him that he could not place. Her name sounded familiar and the way she held herself portrayed some sort of importance. Looking around the room again he laughed at the fact that the Vampires and Lycan were separated into their own groups. Guess this isn’t going to be a social event he thought to himself nearly laughing aloud.
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Post by Sara on Nov 12, 2007 2:49:12 GMT -5
Sara nodded.
“In case you didn’t know, I am a vampire,” she said openly,” The Queen to be precise. I prefer being open about it. So, if you feel discouraged with my presence at any time, you are more then welcome to leave,” no tone was in her voice. She was neither forcing him to leave, or telling him to be in her company. He could do as he pleased. If he was un-comfortable with being around blood-sucking creatures, she did not blame him. Half the time she did not want to be her, either. She nodded to the crowds of people huddled together.
Vampires and Lycans separated into their groups, barely communicating with one another. It was the obvious signs of not trusting one another. Soon enough, she’d have to break that barrier, wouldn’t she? People were always gonna talk about you, so why not give them something to talk about?
Sometimes you have to appear confident, be able move through people, and don’t care about their opinions. Otherwise what was life, if all you were going to do was stick to your boundaries. Like rules, boundaries were meant to be crossed.
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Post by Perrin on Nov 12, 2007 22:21:18 GMT -5
As soon as she mentioned being Queen of the vampires it all came together, he thought himself foolish that he had not recognised the name strait away, he looked over his shoulder and around the room for Victor thinking that the queen would be with the king, yet he could not see him.
“I had assumed you were a vampire” Perrin said in a neutral tone. “Though I did not know you were the queen” He finished flashing a smile. Emptying the bottle he placed it back on the table and picked up another, he wasn’t one to hide the fact that he enjoyed alcohol and some other drugs. “You know many of these people?” Perrin asked casually gesturing towards the larger group of guests that had gathered in the middle. He would probably introduce himself to them later but for the moment he was content to stand and converse with Sara.
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Post by Sara on Nov 14, 2007 6:21:19 GMT -5
Sara smiled and nodded, “Many do not believe I am the Queen. They think I am so young, how could I assure such a title?” she laughed and looked to where he had gestured, the rather large crowd in the middle. She was not familiar with them, they were her foes, but she was willing to confront them, in a peaceful manner.
“I do not know them personally,” she said, taking up a drink, and swirling it in the cup, before taking a sip. It had been quite a while since she had drunk something other then blood, the taste was bitter, but in a way sweet and it knocked about some old memories, “However, I believe they may be lycans, or werewolves as some say.”
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