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Post by Charlotte Turner on Aug 31, 2014 1:31:28 GMT
The evening breeze is surprisingly cool for Summer, the air cooled by a soothing rain and heavy clouds. As the sky clears and the moon rises, a woman in young appearance steps out of her vehicle. A long leg clad in simple black heels appears first, followed by a slim frame, topped off with a sweet face and curly hair swept back artfully. Despite the youth in her face, she holds herself as a woman of the world, confident and elegant. She smiles to herself as she takes in her surroundings, a secret seeming to dance in her eyes.
Music pours into the street and the redhead disappears into a nearby nightclub, ready to greet the night and this new town.
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Post by Aodhfin on Aug 31, 2014 17:30:33 GMT
When the young woman enters the club, the sound of music was calm and rhythmic, something a body could truly move to and enjoy with another person. As the music poured from the speakers, Charlotte had a moment to observe the rough individuals in the bar—most clad in some form of leather. There were bikers, rockers, and the average Joe Schmoe sitting in various groups around the bar. "Someone change that shit," A large burly man yelled out. A few laughs could be heard, from other patrons, in return for the sudden command. The music would come screeching to a stop, with a few moments of static trickling from the speakers before something more appropriate started to rain out with hard shrieks and a heavier beat. The younger crowd in the bar/club returning to their own form of dancing, that was something between spastic movements and a seizure like episode. Regardless of the quality, they all seemed to be having fun. The older patrons sitting near the bar or booths, the younger on the large and flat dance floor with beers in their hands. There was one individual in the back, playing a game of billiards by himself.
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Post by Charlotte Turner on Aug 31, 2014 17:40:32 GMT
As is the way with Daeva, several eyes turn towards the woman as she enters. She meets a few here and there, but on this evening her intention is not to hunt. Tonight she intends to observe, and if she gets lucky?
Ah... luckier than I thought...
Lips curl confidently and she makes her way toward the back, knowing he can sense her as she gets closer, just as much as she could feel his own beast striking out into the room. The rumors hadn't lied, there are still kindred in Muncie, and she is so fortunate as to find one on her very first try.
She picks up a cue as she approaches, leaning on it to watch a moment and giving him the opportunity to chose to acknowledge her.
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Post by Aodhfin on Aug 31, 2014 18:02:36 GMT
Aodhfin let long moments pass before actually acknowledging her, chalking his cue, taking aim, picking a different shot, taking aim again, and finally shooting. Once he struck the cue ball he would look up to her and raise a brow as if he had been oblivious the entire time. His shot rolled around the table, coming close to hitting the pocket but just barely missed, and as it did he would step away and sit down on the chair—appearing to let her step in the game.
"Traveling through, or looking for a place to stay," Aodhfin asked, his arm reaching out and grasping a completely full beer that he had no intention of drinking.
The kindred before her had intense silver eyes, hidden by the occasional movement of his shades. In this day and age though, people would most likely assume he was just wearing special contacts. He stood just over six feet tall, and with his heavy black leather boots he came to something closer to 6'3. At the moment he was wearing a simple denim button up and a pair of dark blue jeans, his blonde (almost white) hair pushed back with water.
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Post by Charlotte Turner on Aug 31, 2014 18:20:30 GMT
Alexander is going to like him, she muses silently, watching the way the man controls the table and his own measured reactions. As he plays, she watches him more than the game, gauging and measuring against her own breadth of experience.
She seems pleased, rather than intimidated, by his cut to the chase style of response. After all, she had not bantered, so why should she? "Staying, if the city is welcoming," she replies in a soft southern accent, bright blue eyes meeting his calmly.
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Post by Aodhfin on Aug 31, 2014 18:26:44 GMT
Aodhfin would stand, murmuring something in a language that sounded anything but english, "D'fhéadfadh sé seo a bheith suimiúil." The tone and dialect couldn't be placed unless she knew the language, but it most certainly sounded Celtic—Scotland, Ireland, Wales, or so. The man would set the beer down and look over the table, drawing the cue stick up as a leaning stick for a moment and looking her over; making no show to hide his observing eyes, even though they were not lecherous.
"Have you been here before or have anyone with you?" The question was to the point, as he chalked up for another shot if she wasn't going to join in the game.
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Post by Charlotte Turner on Aug 31, 2014 18:35:42 GMT
"Afraid I haven't," she answers honestly, keeping her tone respectful but interested. Realizing that he is now offering her the opportunity to join, she steps forward and lines a shot up, just barely missing the hole and leaving a good shot open for her next attempt.
She stands, stepping back to allow him the next round. "I do have one other with me," her voice now filled with happiness not often heard from one of their kind. "Alexander, my dear companion."
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Post by Aodhfin on Aug 31, 2014 19:00:21 GMT
Aodhfin would lean back, letting a small smirk pull at the side of his lip.
It wasn't the question that you would expect to hear over a casual and friendly game of pool, and yet it poured from his mouth naturally as he lined up another shot, "You and your Alexander don't have a case of black shingles, aren't part of the Brood, or the next number after six are you?" Aodfhin would than take his shot and sink his second ball in a game that had lasted over an hour before she showed up—he was just bad at Billiards.
With the question out there he would chalk his stick and triumphantly miss the next shot by a mile—a gruff groan pulling from his lips as he looked up to her with those silver eyes and waited for an answer. His eyes taking in her body movement, twitches, and more.
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Post by Charlotte Turner on Aug 31, 2014 19:17:09 GMT
"We were lucky enough to enjoy our solitude as the world burnt around us," is her up-front but coded reply, sinking the ball that she had lined up before. This is not a woman who is unfamiliar with bars, or the games that occur within.
"Though Alexander does have a certain darker hue to his skin. I don't suppose we will be fighting an uphill battle there? I have heard some things about certain parts of Indiana..." she alludes, pausing to meet his gaze, her own full of concern and a passionate desire to protect her loved one.
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Post by Aodhfin on Sept 1, 2014 2:15:25 GMT
Aodhfin paused when she asked her question about Indiana, "Is race ... still a thing? If it is, you'll probably find it in the kine around here, I doubt many though."
It appeared he was disconnected in that regard, having no idea what hardships the two would face in that regard, "That isn't a yes or no, by the way, but i'll take it as a no." The kindred would take a step back and let her go to shoot again, "No idea when the next court date is though. You should be fine, just stick to public places at night and don't get caught doing anything ... silly." Watching her for a moment and lowering his glasses, he would look to her blue eyes with those silver spheres of his and think for a moment, "Make enough sense, lass?"
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Post by Charlotte Turner on Sept 1, 2014 2:45:02 GMT
"It does indeed mean no," she chuckles. "You needn't worry about the behavior of Alexander or myself. We are not the 'silly' type," she pauses, unnaturally red lips pursing into a smirk. "Well, rather, Alexander is not the silly type, and I would not do anything to embarrass him."
She moves to line up a shot, pausing to speak before connecting cue with ball. "Are there others of the democratic sort you could point us to within this city?"
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Post by Aodhfin on Sept 1, 2014 3:27:40 GMT
"Depends on what you mean by that," Aodhfin would say, coyly before taking a step up to the table himself with her shot just barely missing the pocket. The kindred would stop mid-shot though and set his stick against the table and lean back, "Which we can talk about later." The man would look over the crowd of people, knowing this conversation was going to turn unsuitable with its current direction, even if it just sounded like a bunch of conspiracies or such to the mortals.
Stretching his arms outward he think for a moment and run his tongue along the inside of his lips, "What do I call you?"
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Post by Charlotte Turner on Sept 4, 2014 23:18:12 GMT
The Daeva smiles and resists the urge to mirror the action of his lips. "Charlotte Turner, darling," she croons, her accent coming through more strongly as she speaks her name. "What might I call you, now that I've made your acquaintance?"
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Post by Aodhfin on Sept 6, 2014 1:39:26 GMT
Moving his eyes across the room and back to her, the gangrel would let his mind wander with the best possible way to answer the question before just blurting it all out, "Gryphon Aodhfin, most just call me Aodhfin ... or Mister Aodhfin." Setting his pool cue on the table and moving towards the table, he would motion to the seat beside his own and then sit down, "Am I the first you've run into around here?"
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Post by Charlotte Turner on Sept 6, 2014 2:12:17 GMT
"Well, Mister Aodhfin, are you the type that will be mortally offended if I slip and call you by your first name?" she queries, trying subtle ways to place his allegiances.
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