I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 19, 2014 0:21:57 GMT
Quinn parked her car and walked up the walkway to her new home. She took her time heels clicking on the cement and looked out to the new grass in the front yard, the swing on our front porch, her front door a symbol of the safety in this new town. She took her key out of her purse and unlocked her front door. She took in a deep breath and smelled the lavender and sage. She looked around her living room the quirky patchwork couch and chair. Her aerial hoop silver and gleaming hanging from the ceiling. Her four dogs coming to greet her. She bent down to give them all a hug, two dachshunds and two doberman pinschers "Hey guys! Ive missed you so much. I hope you like the new place." She then walks into the stainless steel kitchen smiling she opened the fridge and found it full of staple foodstuffs. She grabbed a plate of cheese and poured a tumblur of wine. Spending a blood she allowed herself to drink the sweet yet woodsy wine. She placed the plate on the hot pink coffee table and headed up the stairs. She walked down the hallway with vintage light fixtures on the walls. It looked creepy but she loved it. Opening the door to her room, she was greated by her giant maine coon. She gave him scritches behind the ear and wss distracted by the paint job of the room. "Oh my god! Gough do you see this?!" She asks as he hops onto the velvet purple chaise lounge. She flops onto the bed then turns around "The bathroom!" She exclaims and makes her way to the bathroom opening the door she squeels in joy at the elegant yet creepy room. The large black clawfoot tub, the feathery pink fashion torso and the black crystal chandelier. Closing the door she walked back downstairs and checked out her backyard. Stopping by the fridge to grab a silver bowl with a dark liquid. She walks out into the yard and sets the bowl down on a circular table. The bats fly out if their bathouse and take to the bowl, lapping up the blood. She smiled as she watched them and heads back inside. In the living room, she turned on her ipad and began doing more research on her aerial hoop routine. Taking ocasional sips if her wine and bites of cheese.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 20, 2014 22:51:13 GMT
After a couple of glasses she heads out to the back porch and puts on a song. Listening she begins to dance, swaying to the music. Watching her bats as they fly around in the moonlight.
Soon enough she finds herself practicing her catwalk and poses in her backyard. The music changing as she does so.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Nov 24, 2014 15:15:36 GMT
The house buzzes ever so briefly heralding the soft chime of the door bell.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 24, 2014 19:32:37 GMT
The dogs bark once to the chimes of the doorbell and Quinn stiffens running inside, locking the back door behind her. She listens for the cue of her dogs to indicate that He is here, leaving another present. However the dogs stay silent, sitting at the bottom of the steps in front of the door. Quinn shakes her head, her curls bouncing as she does shaking the fear from her body. She smiles and opens the door, the living room behind her, as well as two Doberman pinschers and two black and tan miniature Daschunds. Her beast inside awakens to the other vampire but quickly takes note of the power and settles down. She had met him once, the Prince, and she took note to remember him. She bows her head, eyes down her voice quiet so others if they were out would not hear "Prince Lord Ainsworth de Villian," her voice picking back up to a normal volume "What do I owe the pleasure? Please would you like to come in?" she asks a gracious host. |
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Nov 25, 2014 3:04:15 GMT
Sebastian waited patiently at the door after ringing the doorbell. He looked at the facade of the house and the surrounding yard, nodding in approval at the eccentric yet well kept surroundings. He turned his head back to the door and stared at it when the dogs barked once. He found that fascinating, clearly it was some kind of alert and he was impressed that this Quinn would keep her animals so well trained. That was a rare quality in Kindred these days.
He straightened his suit removing a rogue piece of thread and checked his wingtips for any smudges. Conner had looked him over once before he approached the house, but it was always good to check one's work. He would have to remind Conner of that when they returned to the house.
When the locks started to rattle, he put on his best face. Replacing his serious look with a slight wry little smile, trying his best to bring that to his eyes. Again he nodded in approval when Quinn bowed. He was slightly taken aback by the overt kowtowing but had to commend the unaligned Kindred for her attempted etiquette.
Stepping into the threshold upon invitation, he looked at the 4 dogs sitting neatly at the bottom of the stairs, and then back toward the rest of the house noting the loud colors and haphazardly arranged floor plan. He tried to not look visibly pained by the experience.
"Thank you Ms Mason," he hoped he had the name right, his aid assured him that this was correct, but there were so many Kindred washing up on his doorstep in recent nights he was hard pressed to remember who was whom. "I was just checking in on you, it's a Prince duty to make sure his subjects are well taken care of. What a...lovely...place you've setup for yourself." He looked at the ariel ring hanging in the living room, "I like this, curious place for a piece of art though."
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 25, 2014 3:17:13 GMT
She shut the dor and locked it, walking slightly behind the Prince. The dogs relaxed and followed "Thank you. I have always enjoyed awkward, eccentric and loud pieces. Fashion, art or decoration." She answers with a smile. When he mentions the hoop her smile warms more so. "This room is the only one with a high enough ceiling and a more open space to practice."
She motions to a gray couch "Could I interest you in a lovely apple sangeria?" She asks her green eye bright, the black dull. She was used to smooshing a client but he was no client, he was something else. Something else much more. She kept her ediquite neat and proper but her true eccentric bubbly demeanor shone through.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Nov 25, 2014 14:40:52 GMT
"Yes, please." He knew he would regret the decision later, but it would have been rude to not accept. Since his embrace Sebastian had managed to shake the rampant alcoholism that plagued him the first 100 years of his life, so the idea of imbibing some now didn't please him. Still it was just one drink and it was't like he could get drunk off it anyway.
He took a seat on the grey couch, grateful there was something in the room that didn't completely mismatch his own clothing. He avoided the strange quilted couch that stood off to the side like it was rotting corpse.
It looks like a unicorn vomited in here.
Maybe it's the inside of a unicorn!
It's for performances.
What.
Performances, the ring, it's for performances, she's an acrobat.
How do you....
Trust me.
"So you're an acrobat then?" Sebastian smiled, indicating the ring in the center of the room.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 25, 2014 21:32:34 GMT
She walks into the next room, the kitchen, a pours a small tumbler of apple sangeria. The dogs take their turns sniffing and familiarizing themselves with this new individual. Once satisfied they take their post. One at the front door, one at the kitchen door, and on both sides if tge coffee table. They all take a last look around then lay down.
"Yes. I am a aerial performer and a model. Have been for nineteen years." She says walking back into the living room that looked like a unicorn exploded. She hands the Prince the drink and picks hers up from the pink coffee table then sits in the patchwork chair.
"How about yourself?" She asks her cheeks rosey.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Nov 26, 2014 15:37:46 GMT
See, acrobat.
He held his hands out to the dogs to allow them to know his scent, and whispered greetings into their minds. He could tell they were very well trained, not only in behavior but in spirit too. As he mind touched theirs he could tell that they wanted nothing more than to keep their mistress safe. Ghouled perhaps, he mused to himself.
I would say you've met a kindred spirit Sebastian, but her fashion sense is eclectic.
"Ah I see, interesting. I've not known many actual performers, nor am I one, but I'm assuming that's not what you're asking."
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Post by Quinn Mason on Nov 26, 2014 21:22:32 GMT
"No, I was wondering what your passion was. What do you live for, what makes your heart beat again?" she asks very poetically, her legs twisted under herself. She was a woman of passion, experiences, dreams and heartache.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Dec 1, 2014 21:32:14 GMT
He smiled warmly, "My heart beat for the better part of 100 years. I couldn't wait for it to stop." That was true, he'd be ground under heel as a thrall for the entirety of 20th century, and knew the only way out was either embrace or death. He had a strong addiction to living.
"But if I had to say, it would be hunting. For pleasure, not for food, that comes with it's own perks, but actually testing myself against another beast and coming out on top."
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 2, 2014 21:00:39 GMT
"Would you care to show me sometime, I think I would enjoy watching." she asks, snuggling her knees as if cold. "I have never been hunting." He never allowed me out to do that. a nail digging into her leg, herself focusing on the feeling.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Dec 3, 2014 18:08:27 GMT
Sebastian looked her over several times taking note of her scars. She seemed normal enough if slightly off-putting, he chalked that up her blood. He guessed she could be a good hunter, but the kind of hunting he liked he always felt was more a solo activity. He wasn't sure he wanted the rest of the city to see the ease with with he could dispatch a mortal or how quickly he could skin, dress, and render the human body.
"Perhaps if I uncover something worth hunting I might. Though you'll have to forgive me you seem the hunting type."
In spite of all the trauma you've apparently been through.
"You strike me more as humanist. Less...blood thirsty than many of our kind."
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 3, 2014 20:35:27 GMT
"Oh, I don't want to hunt. I want to watch first, who knows I may be moved to hunt." she says a sly smile on her lips, her fingers caressing a nearby scar. Her body now itching for something sharp, maybe she could find a playmate later.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Dec 9, 2014 1:43:30 GMT
"Prove yourself to be a kindred of quality and I'll see to it that you get an invitation." He smiled, in an attempt to take the bite out of the statement. Quinn hadn't selected a covenant yet and Sebastian wouldn't be caught dead bringing an unaligned on a hunting trip, and this was about as diplomatic as he could get about it/
"So what brings you to Munice, why here of all places?"
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