Post by Lady Masquerade on Aug 26, 2010 22:26:16 GMT -5
Melissa "Missy" Henderson, a.k.a. Rose - Vampire, Daeva
Sure is good to be home. She scans the street as she steps off the bus in Pittsburgh, a few miles away from the Estate. Not many people are about at this late hour, but in her case this works to her benefit. She'd just as soon not have a grand homecoming. Rose starts her journey back to Valiant on foot, but not without stopping by a few places on the way.
Just down the block is the rubble from what's left of The Lion's Den, the hot little club that she used to dance at. Stopping at the For Sale sign in front of the charred lot, she lets the memories dance through her mind, settling in particular on the night when she was reborn in the VIP lounge. Pity I didn't take advantage of the easy and willing supply when I had the chance.
Further down the street is the little all-night diner that she and her... "friends" used to frequent at all hours of the day and night. She slows as she walks by the window but doesn't stop here. A nice little convenient place to talk to those in the know about whatever's on your mind. And to set up all those wonderful little schemes that they cooked up in hopes of finding more supernaturals. Too bad they wouldn't have known a real vampire if she had sat in their lap and feasted on them. The large windows make her yearn to be able to check herself in the reflection, to see just how well she can still pull off the teenage punk girl look, but just keeps moving to the next block.
She stops again at an old run-down apartment but needs only a few seconds to realize that who she's looking for are no longer there.
After meandering for a bit, she checks her phone and realizes she'd better get a move on in order to reach Valiant before dawn. The clack of her boot heels on the sidewalk echo down the lonely streets as she leaves the inner part of town for the old mansion.
Hopefully he won't mind my prolonged absence. Maybe he'll even be able to tell me where sister dear has gone into hiding. I can only hope she's come to her senses and ditched that good-for-nothing dogboy that she was so puppy-eyed over. She smirks and chuckles softly at her own inner joke. But who knows, if things go smoothly and Atticus allows it, maybe we won't have to worry about him ever again.
Just as the bounce starts to return to her step, she hears footsteps approaching from up ahead. A young man, about mid-20s perhaps, spots her and closes in. Rose pastes on an innocent smile, looking away shyly as he approaches.
"Hey! What do you think you're doin' out this late?" He asks in genuine concern, before letting his eyes travel up and down her body.
"Just heading home from work. You?" She thinks she recognizes him, but isn't quite sure from where.
A wicked grin crosses his face. "Say, I know you. You worked at The Den, didn't ya?" She nods, returning the smile. "Yea, I thought I knew you. Pretty sure you... entertained us for my buddy's bachelor party."
Putting on her sweetest expression, "Oh yea, I think I remember. Zach, right?" She quite clearly lies through her teeth.
"Mark, actually."
She concentrates to pull color into her cheeks, giving them a rosy blush. "Sorry. I'm afraid there are a lot of faces and names stored up here."
He shrugs it off. "Don't worry bout it. ... Say, would ya mind me walkin ya home?"
She feigns naivity. "Oh, I wouldn't want to take you out of your way..." Her teeth gently bite her lower lip.
"I wouldn't have offered if I hadn't meant it. Now you just lead the way." He takes her hand and noticing its icy coldness, immediately offers his jacket to put around her. She accepts and takes his arm, pulling him close to her. They both set off for the Estate, only about a mile away. She obliges him idle chatter and free glances down her lowcut shirt. She can hear his heart start to pound louder in his chest the further they go.
I can't wait to get my hands on this tasty little morsel. But... maybe if I bring Atticus a present, he might be more forgiving of me. I hope...
Sure is good to be home. She scans the street as she steps off the bus in Pittsburgh, a few miles away from the Estate. Not many people are about at this late hour, but in her case this works to her benefit. She'd just as soon not have a grand homecoming. Rose starts her journey back to Valiant on foot, but not without stopping by a few places on the way.
Just down the block is the rubble from what's left of The Lion's Den, the hot little club that she used to dance at. Stopping at the For Sale sign in front of the charred lot, she lets the memories dance through her mind, settling in particular on the night when she was reborn in the VIP lounge. Pity I didn't take advantage of the easy and willing supply when I had the chance.
Further down the street is the little all-night diner that she and her... "friends" used to frequent at all hours of the day and night. She slows as she walks by the window but doesn't stop here. A nice little convenient place to talk to those in the know about whatever's on your mind. And to set up all those wonderful little schemes that they cooked up in hopes of finding more supernaturals. Too bad they wouldn't have known a real vampire if she had sat in their lap and feasted on them. The large windows make her yearn to be able to check herself in the reflection, to see just how well she can still pull off the teenage punk girl look, but just keeps moving to the next block.
She stops again at an old run-down apartment but needs only a few seconds to realize that who she's looking for are no longer there.
After meandering for a bit, she checks her phone and realizes she'd better get a move on in order to reach Valiant before dawn. The clack of her boot heels on the sidewalk echo down the lonely streets as she leaves the inner part of town for the old mansion.
Hopefully he won't mind my prolonged absence. Maybe he'll even be able to tell me where sister dear has gone into hiding. I can only hope she's come to her senses and ditched that good-for-nothing dogboy that she was so puppy-eyed over. She smirks and chuckles softly at her own inner joke. But who knows, if things go smoothly and Atticus allows it, maybe we won't have to worry about him ever again.
Just as the bounce starts to return to her step, she hears footsteps approaching from up ahead. A young man, about mid-20s perhaps, spots her and closes in. Rose pastes on an innocent smile, looking away shyly as he approaches.
"Hey! What do you think you're doin' out this late?" He asks in genuine concern, before letting his eyes travel up and down her body.
"Just heading home from work. You?" She thinks she recognizes him, but isn't quite sure from where.
A wicked grin crosses his face. "Say, I know you. You worked at The Den, didn't ya?" She nods, returning the smile. "Yea, I thought I knew you. Pretty sure you... entertained us for my buddy's bachelor party."
Putting on her sweetest expression, "Oh yea, I think I remember. Zach, right?" She quite clearly lies through her teeth.
"Mark, actually."
She concentrates to pull color into her cheeks, giving them a rosy blush. "Sorry. I'm afraid there are a lot of faces and names stored up here."
He shrugs it off. "Don't worry bout it. ... Say, would ya mind me walkin ya home?"
She feigns naivity. "Oh, I wouldn't want to take you out of your way..." Her teeth gently bite her lower lip.
"I wouldn't have offered if I hadn't meant it. Now you just lead the way." He takes her hand and noticing its icy coldness, immediately offers his jacket to put around her. She accepts and takes his arm, pulling him close to her. They both set off for the Estate, only about a mile away. She obliges him idle chatter and free glances down her lowcut shirt. She can hear his heart start to pound louder in his chest the further they go.
I can't wait to get my hands on this tasty little morsel. But... maybe if I bring Atticus a present, he might be more forgiving of me. I hope...