I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 15, 2014 0:18:21 GMT
The pale goth beauty walked into The Orchid, her scars pinking up coupked bybtge black dress and white skin. She looked around taking in the beautiful surroundings and music. Sitting at a small booth she took out her pink tablet and began typing and writing things in the notepad. When a lovely waitress walks over, she engages in poliete small talk. Taking Quinn's order of a hot and hard apple cider. She then takes out an eletronic cigarette and inhaled, closing her eyes she reveled in the taste of raspberries and cream. She opened her eyes and continyued her work.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 15, 2014 2:05:48 GMT
Like ice creeping over a window, the Nosferatu may sense dark eyes upon her. In the depths of those shadows, she would sense a growling Beast, fangs bared like a purebred mastiff chained in steel. The old man himself is dashingly attired in an exquisitely tailored suit, and the cut of grey herringbone covers a sturdy-limbed body. His aloof, debonair charm - with its deadly undercurrent - has drawn mortals unconsciously to his corner of the bar, and he chats casually with a few well-heeled businesswomen. But again and again, his eyes return to the scarred girl, as though making sure nothing untoward happens to her - or that she causes no trouble, herself. She was clearly a Nosferatu. She was as beautiful as a Daeva, but hers was a ruined beauty; any self-respecting Daeva would have burned themselves in the morning sun than be seen in public in such skin.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 15, 2014 2:38:00 GMT
Goosebumps creep up her pale slender arms as she catches Malcolm's eyes. She quirks a smile and gives a very little finger wave and then her attention is waved away by the waitress. She thanks her for the drink and tips her five dollars. She places both hands around the cup and brings it to her lips. Spending a vitae to keep the drink down, she lets the hot drink and alcohol warm her system and relax her. She clicks on her tablet and begins watching a video.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
Ghoul
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 15, 2014 20:19:50 GMT
An eyebrow rises and lips thin at the gesture. The thin-blooded girl had a laudable commitment to the Masquerade. He was himself one to nurse his drinks, and had developed the unspoken reputation of a recovering alcoholic who thrived on temptation. His deathly pallor and corpselike stiffness, it was assumed, was simply English. He had not indulged the 'blush of health', but he had called upon the force of his will to focus his reflection. The Orchid was a place of smoke and mirrors.
Some time later, he politely excuses himself from his conversations and leisurely takes a turn about the room, moving with the leisure of a lion - admiring the view from the window, pausing to greet a familiar face, glancing over the array of top shelf Scotches at the bar. Arriving at her booth, he nods to her. "Madam," he greets her simply with a nod, hands neatly clasped on the silver rose that caps his cane.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 15, 2014 21:58:02 GMT
Carefully she regarded the older dashing gentleman. She closes her work and gives him a pleasant smile. Used to different types of attention. From groupies, obbessive fans, disgusted moms and pitifull husbands.
She nodded her head slowly closing her eyes, as her head came up her different colored eyes were open. "Sir." Her word a greeting and an opening for more.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
Ghoul
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 18, 2014 3:27:10 GMT
Mutilated and deformed. She must be American. And yet, such good manners. The old man inclines his head in appreciation or even approval of a woman who knows her place.
"I should not wish to interrupt you," he says politely, "but if you would indulge an old man a moment, may I beg the honor of your acquaintance? I am Sir Malcolm Bennett-Grey," he offers with a genteel glint in his cold, blue eyes.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 18, 2014 3:37:19 GMT
"It is a pleasure to meet you Sir Malcomn Bennett-Grey, please sit. I am Quinn Mason and my research can wait." She greets softly and motions to the seat across from her. "Would you care for a drink?" She asks, feeling for his beast to get a better taste in how to act.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 18, 2014 13:04:30 GMT
There is a bustle of commotion at a large table nearby the patrons welcoming someone into their midst. The gentlemen rise from their seats and the ladies give air-kisses all around as Esther makes her way around the table, checking on the large family's dinner, even going so far as to lift and cuddle an elegantly-dressed toddler for a moment before returning the childling to its mother. After a few more moments of conversation and well wishes, Esther departs the table. Spying Malcolm on the restaurant floor, near the booths that line the area between the dining room proper and the bar area, she makes her way over, though in no apparent rush. "Good evening, Sir," she greets him, "I dearly hope that all is well for you this evening." Then she feels it. That crawling along her skin, that...creep that alerts her to the presence of the most despised of clans. Her beast bays at it, fangs flashing hatefully, but she swallows it down in true Daeva fashion. "And who is your companion? Good evening, my name is Esther Montesori, welcome to the Orchid," she introduces herself to the scarred young woman.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
Ghoul
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 19, 2014 4:03:01 GMT
"Your research?" he inquires, accepting the offered seat. He produces his tumbler of whiskey, which he had held loosely at his side. "That is very kind, but perhaps in return I may offer a toast to your studies? I should be intrigued to hear more."
The old man rises at his Clanmate's approach. "Madame Montessori, may I introduce Madame Quinn Mason. We were ourselves making our acquaintance." The two Daeva could sense a Nosferatu like a lioness scenting an injured gazelle. Oh, what fun.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 19, 2014 4:12:13 GMT
"Madam Montessori, it is a pleasure to meet you." Quinn says with a warm smile, her beast pacing around the confines of her ribcage, content the other Deava is on par with it. However its still weary of the older one.
She raises her glass "Your establishment is very welcoming." She compliments.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 19, 2014 13:57:47 GMT
"A pleasure to meet you as well, Miss Mason," Esther replies as warmly as a Daeva is able, which can be rather quite, "I am quite glad that you can find a solace here. Please, do feel free to stay as long as you like this evening, all you need at my disposal. Consider it a welcoming gift."
She smiles at the young woman, the action as cool silk being wrapped around one.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 19, 2014 20:59:34 GMT
"You are too kind Madam Montesori." she says smiling "Won't you join us? We were just exchanging pleasantries." she invites, but knows the Daeva maybe too busy. She knew all too well how busy propriators and business owners can be.
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
Ancient
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 20, 2014 1:00:53 GMT
Esther begins to answer Quinn but, just then, a handsome, well-dressed young man approaches, touching the proprietress's elbow. He dashes a suitably apologetic look at those she was speaking with.
"I beg your pardon. Esther? The Councilman's party is arriving," Mitchell informs her.
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"Learn to mind your manners. Then your pain will end."
Ghoul
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Post by Malcolm Bennett-Grey on Nov 21, 2014 4:56:56 GMT
The gifts of a Daeva have no strings attached, but rather ribbons of exquisite silk with which to tie and tangle. The gentleman glances at the bright-eyed young man, so eager to please. Would it be rude to place a bet on his life expectancy?
"Ah, the Orchid's bloom is as full as ever, thriving as though it never slept," the man muses appreciatively. He offers Esther her graceful out, "Perhaps later, Madame?"
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"You do surprise all the time. It's horribly boring and you are horrible for boring me."
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Post by Esther Montesori on Nov 22, 2014 13:34:22 GMT
Esther does indeed offer an apologetic smile to her compatriots. "You will have to forgive me, Miss Quinn. Sir Bennett-Grey. Please, do enjoy yourselves," she replies graciously.
"Hopefully, this will not be the last that we see of you, Miss Quinn," she then offers. Though she wouldn't be at all bothered if it were to be.
With that, Esther gives another nod to the other Kindred and then turns to Mitchell. "Lead the way, cherie," she tells him before walking off step-in-step with him, rather than follow, as her words would lead one to expect.
[Exeunt Esther]
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