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Post by Chesha J. Newfie on Aug 21, 2007 15:16:48 GMT -5
The hunters and the hunted. Each stand side by side, and neither can tell whom is which until the time comes and one succeeds, the other fails.
The rave. For this certian class of predator, this is the perfect field for observation of this commonly observed, rarley understood relationship.
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Downtown is alive with the throbbing, pounding music. Downtown Underground, that is. Because in the crush of city life, all of Maine's baddies meet and greet, dance and drug in the cramped warehouse near the water.
Among them stalk some darker things than the hosts, who are defined as mortal beings.
Vampires, werewolves, not-quite-so-divine beasties, oh my.
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"Kahlua- Hey! Watch it there!" Jane didn't appriciate having a cup of beer poured down her back.
"Sorry, sweet-heart!" Said offender waved the far more empty cup at her in apology. This apparently was snatched away in the throb of music and the crush of bodies.
"What?"
"I sa-"
Growling she finally shook her head. Forget it.
"Kahlua..." This time just the smallest bit subdued. "Kahlua."
Oh! Kahlua! Apparently that what sir barkeep thought, because after a nod, he was gone, returning with the sweet milky alcohol bottle, distinctivly labled with a tropical feel to the image depicted on the front and a lime green plastic shot glass.
Nodding her thanks she turned away from the bar, twisting off the cap of the bottle and attempting to pour it into the shot glass before her habit of remaining in tiptop condition visually to try and remove the smell of alcohol from her shirt, despite the fact it was such a tiny spill.
"She's near, Diem... But we just can't..."
"Yes we can, and we will. Or I will." Diem snorted, grabbing Nox's belt loop of his jeans, drawing him to her side and out of the current of the crowd. Nox bumped hips with her and wriggled uncomfortably. His sister did not understand the complications of public murder.
"Sister, we cannot..."
"Shut up." Once more, she yanked him back to her side. "We can, and we will. End of discussion."
(Diem and Nox are as of yet temp characters. I will profile them if I deem them worthy of keeping. They are two halves of one true angel (The four faced, beast things) split up to make them more managable for Mercury. Which means they are supposed to be messengers for him.
Jane killed Mercury's friend he plays poker with and he is sending Diem and Nox after her ass. To put it nicely ;3) [/i] |
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