I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 9, 2014 21:55:34 GMT
After her play date had left, Quinn still felt alone. With her milky pale skin riddled with new red streaks, the strange beauty got dressed. The burn of the new marks pulsed with the drugs in the blood she had consumed. She felt good but alone, depressed and so she began to walk. Her thoughts still nagging as if the marks on her skin weren't there. As if she hadn't had any fun at all. She made her way towards campus, sticking to alleyways. Bumping into the buildings every so often. She brings the vaporizer to her pouty lips and sucked in. The smoke filled her dead lungs and swirled around before coming back out her lips. Her mismatched eyes held the look of the drugged. Slow, seducing, hungry for attention, a touch, a kiss, a cut, a bite, knees buckling as pleasure and danger envelope her. Its all she wanted right now. But was it really? Did she really want another master? Did she really want to be under the thumb of another or did she just want the chase? She finally stopped in the alleyway, dark and full of shadows and she swayed up against the building. |
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Dec 10, 2014 2:28:16 GMT
The shadows at the far end of the alley shifted slightly. They coalesced into the form of a man. The man made his was slowly toward the woman, tilting his head to the side as if trying to discern exactly what he was looking at. [Activating Heightened Senses]
The man took a ragged breath, as if he was unaccustomed to the task. He tasted the scents on the wind. The wind rushed out of his lungs as quickly as he took it in. He stopped in the alleyway a few paces away from the woman. He made a disapproving sound. "Tsk, tsk. You look a fright. Are you lost?" His words are lilting and mocking with a cold edge of ice just beneath them.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 10, 2014 2:47:55 GMT
"Lost???" she says longly stepping closer to this person. "No....not lost. Searching maybe..." she says putting the vaporizer in her pocket and putting her jacket around her waist. Showing off her new red marks on her arms and chest.
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Post by Alejandro Moreno on Dec 10, 2014 3:01:34 GMT
From the opposite end of the alley of Jean, Alejandro strolls casually around the corner a slight hitch in his step and a smile under the shadows of his face as he feels the unfamiliar beasts.
Blood calls to blood...
Purposely he slows his gait the better to observe the other two as he approaches. Could these be the kind of kindred he's been searching for?
EDIT: (fixed reference to Jean's beast)
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Dec 10, 2014 3:18:26 GMT
Jean glanced over the hot mess in front of him at the man approaching from the other end of the alleyway. His eyes narrowed as he considered the angles, the exits, and the possibility of a trap. Three was a crowd and the alley was getting crowded.
He looked down at the girl in front of him and sneered. "I'm not buying whatever you're selling, lady. And I've got enough crazy already." [Jean does not show a Beast.]
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Post by Alejandro Moreno on Dec 10, 2014 3:27:59 GMT
(fixed original post)
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 10, 2014 20:39:14 GMT
"You misread. I am not selling nor crazy." she says taking a step back out of his shadow. She then looks to the kindred her beast testing his, feeling his power a bit more than hers it curls up content.
She then looks back to the guy in front of her, her voice almost a purr "I'm just out for a stroll." her eyelids drooping for a couple of seconds but they pop open, revealing the mismatched colors. The light hitting her face showing off the scars, the most prominent the jagged heart on her right cheek.
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Dec 11, 2014 3:21:57 GMT
Jean's nostril's flare slightly. "Only the mad believe themselves sane. And you, stumbling around in the dark like a drunk, if this is your style of hunting, you must be mad." The shadow focused on the young woman. His eyes glossed over as he peered into her soul. [Activating Aura Perception on Quinn: 9 + 9 - Quinn's Composure] |
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 11, 2014 4:12:19 GMT
She takes a step towards him defiantly but in her state it's not as intimidating "Look I said I was out for a stroll, and that's what I'm doing" she says with conviction but then her words change. Recalling something she's heard before. "Besides everyone claims not to be crazy, but then again you can't diagnose the thing with the infliction just like you can't see your own eyeball." she adds after a second "Except with a mirror.". She had forgotten the other kindred down the alleyway, the one in front of her had stoked the embers inside her.
(Quinn's composure is 4 so 9+9-4=14 is 3 successes. What would you like to know?)
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Dec 11, 2014 13:35:10 GMT
(Aura Perception - Describe 3 aspects of her aura. You can use the chart on p. 120 of the VtR book if you like, or you can describe her current emotional state. Jean is looking for things like basic emotions, mental state, and any especially important supernatural effects.)
Jean tilts his head the other way, suddenly intrigued. "Monsters like us can only see in a glass darkly. There is no true image in the reflection, except the one seen through shade and shadow. Though perhaps that is the truest image of ourselves that we will ever know."
He frowns and glances at the man at the end of the alleyway before directing his attention back to the woman in front of him. "Who are you?", he asks her. His words are more command than a question.
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 12, 2014 0:33:30 GMT
Her aura appears weak and muted with tendrils of bright green and gray. His commanding words make her hitch her stolen breath and she speaks with her head up but eyes on her feet. Clearly submissive "Quinn Mason." she responds her voice excited yet scared.
Is he it? Will he be the one? Could he be the one? Will he. Will he. she thinks scared and excited by the very idea.
(Depressed, Obsessed and controlled...i.e. drugged)
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Post by Alejandro Moreno on Dec 12, 2014 1:28:25 GMT
Finally, Alejandro's slow dragging steps bring him up behind where Jean and Quinn are having their conversation. Still facing the direction he had been walking he pauses there letting his eyes glide up to the darkened sky before releasing the soft notes of his ever quiet voice.
"It never ceases to amaze me what you can learn just by walking the streets of a city at night. You learn to appreciate its flora and fauna alike as most of the city sleeps. Then there's the most interesting people..." Slowly his gaze travels towards the two as he turns his head to the right in a way more reminiscent of a bird of prey than the man he appears to be.
"... and the interesting stories their faces tell." Moreno appears to almost look through Quinn as he focuses on Jean.
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Post by Jean d'Eau on Dec 12, 2014 2:24:39 GMT
Jean turns his attention from Mason to Moreno. He raises an eyebrow and regards the man coolly. "And what story is my face telling you exactly?"
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Post by Alejandro Moreno on Dec 12, 2014 3:39:03 GMT
"That you know this city better than the man that stands across from you and that could be useful information..." Moreno starts to take a step resuming his path down the alley, "...I've been wrong before though."
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I'm a Nightmare dressed as a Daydream
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Post by Quinn Mason on Dec 12, 2014 20:43:21 GMT
Qyinn stands thereswaying to some internal lullaby as this new kindred speaks. She was growing bored but she had to see if this man could fill her inner needs.
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