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Tweak says, "Indeed!"

Keisuke Uesugi (catchyourshadow) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-05-01 00:21:00

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Week Six: Saturday
When: Night
Where: Streets of Seattle near Old Towers
Who: OPEN

Keisuke walked slowly, feeling the rain running down his hair, rain seeping into his clothes, plastering his outer dress shirt to the two long-sleeved shirts he wore inside. His hands were empty, hanging loosely at his side. The rain had begun to taper off, the lights on the street shining, streaking, painting the water and oil washed city in glistening colors. At another time, he might have been inclined to admit it beautiful in its own twisted, contemporary style, ugly modern buildings awash in lights. Right now, he was too tired to care.

He was annoyed, the human he'd been plying that night had slipped through his fingers, the girl with her big eyes and lips that were too red, the alcohol stinking her breath. He had been able to smell everything about her, her entire day just from the scent that oozed from her pores, cleanser, perfume, onion and garlic from her dinner, the fact that she had eaten a large meal with meat sometime that day. The smells had been a sickening mix, but one that he forced himself to accept as he smiled at her, his eyes fake but understanding, his words complimentary but with just enough of a lead, suggestive, but not forceful. And then it had all slipped away with her stupid boyfriend, the dumb human had tracked them down at the bar. He'd been too disgusted by the drama, already annoyed at the loudness of the club, the shouting and music and the smells, so many smells that made him sick and hungry at the same time. The man, his eyes red and flared in drunken anger and jealousy, grabbing her hand and yelling, hands gesturing. He could have made him leave, could have taken her and left, taken her back to her place, soothed her mind, numbed her to confusion and fed.

But he left, slipping away, using his ability to amplify emotion to make the confusion, the anger, the love stronger, so that neither would remember him by the end of the night, as they continued in their dance of human emotions. And so he walked, hungry still, tired from the wasted efforts, rain falling, not wanting to take a taxi, just slowly moving his way from street to street back towards the towers. He kept to the inner side of the sidewalk, moving smoothly but slowly, his steps quiet by nature, measured by practice. Cold, wet, hungry- times like this made him miserable and tired and oh so old. Miserable. The times when he hit full on blood lust, when will battled instinctual need to feed, those were the most horrible, to have your body betray you was a feeling like no other he had ever experienced. But wet and hungry. Well, miserable was not a fun feeling either.

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lucky_trouble
2008-05-02 04:51 pm UTC (link)

The week had been an interesting one for Prissy. She’d played, she’d watched, she’d preyed. Weren’t they all the same thing in the end? It certainly felt that way for the demoness. She wasn’t complaining though, far from it actually. She rather enjoyed the game of life as it were for her now. Coming to this city had been a correct choice and for her things simply got better and better with those passing days. New pets to toy with like they were little dolls. A new father to enjoy spending time with. A new city in which to explore and find means to find power and place. She was young but Prissy knew the business world rather…well.

Tonight was a night best spent feasting in her opinion. Always the humans flocked to the clubs, eager to get out and enjoy the time they had. The emotions were so heightened then. The lust, the want…the need. Prissy couldn’t help but want to taste it all. Like breathing in the sweet aroma of your favorite food. Too tempting to deny and really Prissy had no desire to anyways. She wasn’t very good at denying temptation…it wasn’t her forte. No one seemed to really mind.

Early in the evening she’d gone by one club, toying with the emotions of those early to the scene sorts. It was nothing more then an appetizer for her though. Something to sedate that appetite of hers until fresher toys came along. She lingered, weaving between the people dancing, enjoying her free drinks and the attempts from men to pick her up. The little humans really did try to stand out amongst the crowd and catch her eye. But they were all..dull… so very very dull…

The night hours began to slip away and Prissy left one club for another. One with louder music and tighter packed bodies pressed together writhing to the beat. Prissy was in the middle of it, throwing herself into the mix. She enjoyed the feel of skin to skin, those roaming hands and whispered words against her ear. The way breath caught when she pressed against them…

There were more then enough there to give the demoness quiet the feast of energies. But what caught her eye almost more then the energies was the scene that started up not that far from her. A girl and her boyfriend, some man in the mix that Prissy recognized from the towers. It was a scene she’d seen played out a hundred times before. Jealousy could be such an amusing thing. Blood ran so hot then, anger turning to rage in a blink of the eye. Many would stay…toying with the two until the entire club erupted into chaos. This one instead made his exit. No fun.

At first Prissy had no plans to leave…she did so love the clubs after all. But all too quickly the people around her began to bore and curiosity, as they say, killed the cat. Prissy didn’t have any plans to die but she couldn’t help but be interested. Especially since it was another supernatural…and one at the towers. She did her research of course. She knew those older then her, those to not touch. Those not worth her attention and those that she might decide to play with. This one was in the older group but nothing else really. Maybe it was that scent of hunger that made the little demoness so giggly and eager to see what he was going to do.

Prissy easily made her way ahead, the others steps slower in pace then her quick ones. To a corner she paused, appearing to just be lighting her cigarette before continuing on her way. But her lips curled into a smirk as her eyes caught the other. Awww she nearly wanted to pet his head and tell him it was okay to just let the hunger take over. It was fun to watch. “Shouldn’t miss meals you know, makes people all sorts of grumpy and not fun.”

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catchyourshadow
2008-05-02 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Keisuke smelled her even as he caught sight of her, dark brown eyes gleaming as they caught the night light beneath lowered lids. She carried with her the scent of human bodies, drinks and perfumes, many not belonging to her. Her lips were pouty even as they curved upwards in a smirk, her fingers holding the cigarette up, its end glowing dimly. Keisuke stopped walking, but made no sudden changes. A supernatural, one that he'd watch pass by in the commons room of the towers, with her sultry curves and tousled hair. Hunger heightened the senses, and he smelled a sort of hunger off of her as well, though not the type for blood.

“Shouldn’t miss meals you know, makes people all sorts of grumpy and not fun," she said almost laughingly, smiling at him on the street corner. He tilted his head a little to look straight into her face, letting her know he knew exactly what she was, and he was not in the mood to be toyed with tonight.

"My meals are my business, thank you." He said, voice soft and low. The rain had flattened his hair around his face a little, and the water on his face made it seem paler than usual in the street light. He raised one hand and brushed his hair out of his eye a little. Loud, obnoxious clubs, humans hungry for a bit of fun, a bit of excitement and lust, these were the breeding grounds for meals, for victims. If he really wanted to, he could find another girl, or perhaps even a man, some dumb sex craved male with a taste for young men, lured to a secret encounter. Humans were easy to manipulate when you knew what made them tick, what pushed them to want and to desire.

"Did you want something?" He asked, a soft accent catching on his words. He wanted to go home and lie down and do nothing, and this young one was in his way.

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lucky_trouble
2008-05-05 12:13 am UTC (link)

Not in the mood...did that ever really still Prissy from playing with others? Not typically, she played when she wanted to play and if the other didn't like it...well she tended to make them in the end. But when it came to those older, stronger, Prissy didn't push those lines quiet as much. She wasn't as foolish as some might believe her to be. She knew the limits, that point between play and harm to her. After all for Prissy her life was number one...so why would she do anything to really put herself at risk? Of course here in this city she had more then just her own strength on her side. But she didn't expect everyone she passed to know that much.

She expected that he'd see her right away. That he'd know without any real hesitation that she wasn't just some regular human. Though if she was, would she be talking about meals the ways he was? Maybe...not all humans were naive to the real world. But he was too old to miss that obvious demon scent. The kind...that always took a little longer. But maybe not so much with the succubus sort. Even the older sorts could feel that pull...they just weren't so inclined to give into it.

"Are they?" She cooed almost, tipping her head to the side to spill dark locks against her features "Not doing very well to keep them bottled up then you know. Can smell that need from a mile away...." maybe not all supernaturals could, but she certainly had no trouble doing so. The energy was strong, a striking contrast against the hungers of others. His held desperation. Why some vampires pushed those limits she didn't know. Though she couldn't say she minded the show. some of them got very messy when bloodlust took over.

Was sort of pretty really.

She was willing to bet that if this one snapped, if that hunger got the better of him, that he'd put on quite the display. Maybe it would even make the local news. Tragic things that barely made anyone blink anymore. Another person dead, but it didn't stop the world. It didn't open their eyes to just what might have caused that death. Unless it was right there in front of them humans didn't mind turning a blind eye to all of it.

Prissy smirked when he spoke, pausing then to take a drag from her cigarette and let that question hang in the air. "Can't a girl just be considered for another?" she questioned with the sweetest of tones that obviously were a bit too sweet. She didn't really care at all. She'd just been interested. A fleeting notice, that could stay or leave and it wouldn't really change her night at all. After all she wasn't going to force this other to stay. If he wanted to run away and hide he was welcomed to. Or he could stay...and see to that hunger of his. Much better option in Prissy's opinion. She wasn't offering up her neck, but she always did have a way of finding eager little food donors.

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catchyourshadow
2008-05-14 01:23 am UTC (link)

"When have your kind ever been considerate without reason?" He returned her smile with a cold touch of irony. A demon with a hunger, though what kind he had yet to discern. With only a few years spent in the States, he'd yet to meet all the varieties of other kind here. As a young fledgling, Akira had taught him the different types of undead, of cursed, of others that co-inhabited the world with him. Hunger, desire came in many forms and in many ways, their lives were all driven by one or the other.

Though he looked a young and strangely mature twenty-some, Keisuke had lived centuries. The years had mellowed him out in many ways. When he was young, he'd been much more desperate, much more filled with energy, with need and hope and passion- passion for one man, his master, but passion nevertheless. Now, a good four hundred years later, he was filled with understanding and acceptance. He may never forgive himself for what he was, but he no longer tried to fight the bloodlust. Hell was a place promised for those like him, whenever that price came. He was merely wandering until that day came.

In the world of the supernaturals though, age had a heavy bearing on power and status. Masters that held fledglings were often ranked by the years they'd lived as well as the children they'd created. Keisuke had never turned another, still bearing the faint but secure memories of his own turning, the pain, the rape, the broken promises. Keisuke was not made for ruling though, an awkwardness that translated to aloofness in the eyes of his kind. All in all, it worked out in the end. Vampires, like many other supernatural, were not meant to live in close affinity. It was a life style necessity. Only so many could feed in one area, really.

Keisuke could feel his annoyance tapping into the feeling of hunger in the back of his mind, but he ignored both feelings. Unless the demoness was an idiot on top of being a child, she had interrupted him for a reason. Keisuke may look soft and gentle, but he was anything but weak. The weak did not survive long in their world.

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lucky_trouble
2008-05-14 11:14 am UTC (link)

“Tsk tsk…” Prissy mused with a curl of her lips into a rather sweet smirk. “Isn’t that rather judgmental? Speaking as though all of one thing are any which way. Some demons happen to love to go against the “norm” you know. Some even strive to just because they want to be so very different….” Of course regardless of what she spoke she knew most demons did indeed have a rather…myself first sort of streak. But not all. She’d baited more then a few soft hearts that were taught the painful way how a demon should really be. Nice demons? Prissy could only roll her eyes at those sorts. Strange buggers they were. Few and far between too.

But just as possible as a vampire that didn’t love that ruby red blood. Needed it certainly…but enjoy? Those were sometimes very different things.

The other had age, his story Prissy didn’t know and didn’t really concern herself with. All she noticed was the weight of years. She’d figured out how to nearly taste that all on her own. Mommy dear hadn’t been very good with the lesson teaching. Priscilla managed on her own, her own life lessons to get her the knowledge she had now. But just because the old weren’t to be sought after to leech off of…that didn’t mean that they couldn’t or wouldn’t be fun playmates. Some were just as eager as she for a good time.

This one…this one had the taste of hunger but no fun energies to speak of. Well besides that hunger which she was tempted to pluck at…but she was smarter then most assumed her to be at first glance. That was the problem with assumptions though…too quick to think something by that first glance. Prissy never did. She let the energies tell her about a person. They were far more honest then people generally were.

So idiot? No. Curious? Yes. Maybe some would say they were one in the same but Prissy didn’t see why. Not unless that curiosity got you killed and Prissy didn’t look dead. So why then was simple inquiry on a hungry sort anything but that? For her it wasn’t. She just smirked at him. He was free to walk on away. Prissy had a cigarette to enjoy so she wasn’t going anywhere just yet. She rather liked the scenery here. Especially with a bar not that far off that happened to have more then a few stumbling out of it at the moment.

In fact they looked quiet an easy target.

“I know I’m pretty to look at but if you care so little for my words then you got legs don’t you?” she laughed, taking another drag from her cigarette. “Or go snag up an easy bite grumpy. Might make you feel better.” He certainly wasn’t any fun for her tonight and Prissy wasn’t trying to make him be. She gave a shrug and exhaled smoke from her lungs. Once the show across the way was done and her cigarette was finished and flicked to the side, she’d go on with her night. Off to find one that liked to indulge their hungers.

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catchyourshadow
2008-05-14 03:39 pm UTC (link)

The heavy smell of cigarette filled the air and Keisuke knew it would cling to his clothes as he stood there. The woman looked disinterested now, a touch of remote disappointment in his lack of response. Keisuke felt a touch of ...regret? No, not regret, but uncomfortable annoyance at himself for his snappy response. He had not had a chance to feed for a while, not because of a dislike for feeding so much as he'd not provided himself with the time and oppurtunity. The heavy rains had made venturing out a chore when he had his interests in an art piece he was working on in the room. Before long though, he'd realized he'd gone long enough to where hunger called to him from his metaphorical stomach. Usually he was more polite than this. He mentally sighed. Demons, vampires, werewolves. It didn't really matter what they were. After all, one kind could prove to be just as manipulative or condescending as the other.

"I apologize for my rudeness." His eyes stayed on hers as his head inclined ever so subtly. Keisuke had no problems with displaying deference or public politeness, even in situations or to people that did not require them. His master had taught him that those who placed themselves in arrogance and elatedness often fell without ever knowing the reason. Interestingly enough, he found that his humility made most uncomfortable. Others were less inclined to pay him troubles in return for the slight show of respect, even if it were only a public display rather than his inner self.

"Keisuke Uesugi. Your name?" Keisuke watched the street lights dance in her eyes as her head turned.

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lucky_trouble
2008-05-14 06:46 pm UTC (link)

Prissy didn’t mind annoyance or even snappy behaviors. She thought they were pretty entertaining and even sometimes cute. But she never got the ones that put themselves into such a huff and then….stayed there. It was a big street after all. If he really didn’t want to deal with anyone he could just duck into the shadows and ignore the world all he wanted again. Prissy wouldn’t stop him or try to drag him kicking and screaming from them. Way too much work when you could find a totally willing playmate. But she rarely saw the harm in indulging some basic curiosity. Especially when she was in the middle of a public area.

Older supernaturals could sometimes be fun. And the ones all hungry hungry like sometimes really were the best shows if they just let go for awhile. This one didn’t seem very let go happy. If anything that was about the only thing Prissy was disappointed in. The whole conversation thing wasn’t it; she could have that with just about anyone. Prissy never lacked in attention, be it good or bad. Wasn’t really arrogance in her opinion, was just how things were. Sort of a side effect of the race and all.

Not that she was complaining even a little bit.

Awww he realized he was being a grumpy guss. Prissy gave him a glance when he apologized, sorrys were funny things. Most of the time they were said they weren’t really meant. It was more just what you were supposed to do. That polite thing. Prissy didn’t bother with it much unless she was putting on a show. She just shrugged her shoulders a bit “I’m sure it will keep on right up if you stay grumpy.” Which she didn’t seem to care much about but hey it was the truth wasn’t it. Hungry tummys didn’t make for the nicest people.

“Prissy.” She offered at least, she didn’t bother with the whole long name thing. Names to her were pointless things. Any supernatural knew how little they really meant in the end with how easy they were to change. Today she was prissy, next week she week she was Jane. Of course her real name was really Priscilla, she just hadn’t used it in awhile.

Through an exhaled cloud of smoke she peeked around him, smirking at the bickering that was starting up. Looked like they were about ready to start some bloodshed even if the vampire in front of her wasn’t yet. Hehe, would be tempting. Course there flesh probably tasted dirty, sweaty bar goeers. But blood was blood. The fight wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. But she knew the fact that someone was looking, especially a chick, would just push the bickering to full on fighting. Men could be show offs.

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catchyourshadow
2008-05-22 03:00 pm UTC (link)

"Then enjoy the rest of your evening, Miss. Prissy." His head gave an inch of inclination, his eyes lowering. Despite not keeping his sight on her though, he could still sense her, almost tasting the cigarette smoke on top of the demonic scent she carried with her. His nose may not be as good as say, a werewolf, but he had long sense been able to smell out and sense other kinds. Survival for supernaturals depended on cunningness and the ability to out think and out live one another. If he were the type to complain, he'd whine that it was a hard life being an undead. But he never said anything, merely did what he had to.

Mimoru would have dissented had he still been living. He'd always been the one disgruntled with the way vampires were stuck sifting through the filth and greed of man, to find food. Mankind was all evil, he'd proclaimed once. All men, even from birth, deserved to die. This was the reasoning he bore when he hunted, not letting children or kids escape his preying eyes. Mimoru had carried with him a lot of pent of resentment, even centuries after his turning, long after the men that he hated had died and rotted away to nothing but moss covered bone.

He turned then and left, catching a sight of the bar that she'd been eying. Her entertainment obviously was far at an end. An ironic twist of a smile touched upon his lips. At this rate, he really might as well find some random prey to feed upon. After all, he had paintings to look forward to finishing- hunger never did well for the artistic soul.

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