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alphonsine channing. (alphonsine) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-02-14 22:31:00

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alphonsine, vallis

WEEK ONE : SATURDAY

WHO; ALPHONSINE & VALLIS
WHEN; Satruday, nearing midnight
WHERE: An upscale club in downtown Seattle
WHAT; Ally's night of intended fun goes sour--or does it?
RATING; TBA

Alphonsine had decided to venture out on her own after an early evening of posting flyers about town to promote ROARKE's upcoming gig next week. Not only had she done her good deed with that for the day, but she had met a potential city-dweller named Serena, from the east coast. Ally had set her up with a couple places to check out, the management's number for Towers if she wanted to get a decent apartment, and there was a good possibility that she might even come to the show next week. With all of the good today, the vampire was feeling up to being a little bad. Upon returning home to C9, she found that her usual clubs and discotecs were not up to par with what she was in the mood for. Instead, she went a little more for the glamorous but elegant, something tasteful and something fun. Diamond studs, and a little bracelet, she was good to go.

She had been in the club, one of the higher-class ones with the cool name from another language, for about an hour before she was ready to give up. The man whom had approached her at the bar and was keen on chattering away about his business and his fancy car was an absolute bore and there seemed almost no chance of getting away quickly. Alphonsine could be harsh when she needed to be, but she could hardly get a word in. Instead, she let her eyes wander over the people as she sipped her gin. She was almost pinned between the bar and this man, Mister Rich, on the bar stool with her legs crossed at the knee--if only to give herself a little space. "Mhm," the vampire gave softly as she scanned the floor again.

He was detected, though not with the greatest of certainty. There had been a fair number of people that moved in, out, and around, but she knew that there was someone else like her present. Not like her as in terribly bored, but her as in vampire. There were more of them in the city than people could ever imagine, and it always piqued her curiosity when she and another walked past one another on the sidewalk, or she served them at the Alibi Room. But then she lost him, and turned her attach back to the rambler.

"Did you just hear that?" she interrupted and it took him five seconds to stop what he was saying to look at her strangely, as if to ask why she would want to keep him from finishing the story. "That man over there said someone hit a car just like yours in the lot."

"What! Who said that? Where?" Immediate panic, the twat.

A finger pointed in the direction opposite of where they sat and stood, "Him, that man, with the black jacket." Half a dozen men wore black jackets on the other side of the bar; not that any of them would know what he was talking about anyway. He asked her to wait for him to get back and said just smiled. As he wandered away, she was certain that she could not be more annoyed than she was right now, and had half the heart to gulp down her drink before she called it a very, very early night. Maybe there was something happening on the other side of town, or one of her friends might be at the bar at the Alibi Room. Ally held her glass lightly between her fingers, the pad of her index ran the rim of the glass, and she contemplated what to do.

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gentile_hellion
2008-02-16 01:10 am UTC (link)

If he hadn't been completely disgusted by the state of lower class establishments, he may have been more inclined to spend time there. The people seemed more interesting, and the woman... often put up a bit of a fight. The challenge, he enjoyed. But these, spoiled, rich cunts, it was alarming how easily he could bate them. He ought to suggest Adian venture out one evening, she may find herself a girlfriend... anything would be better than the cop. Plus, he could always steal a girlfriend, if he saw fit to. She did have good taste in women, he had to admit. "What might I do with your phone number?" He asked the brunette, who offered to exchange the information. "I'm not interested in courting you, if that's what you believe." With an unamused laugh, he pushed past the woman.

His gift hadn't even been used, and she had been all over him. Honestly, he was not that nice, he knew so. She must be bored with her play boy types. Vallis couldn't blame her. They did so often, have the personalities of a wet rag. His next target was a redhead. A true ginger, oh how he loved those. His mother had been a ginger, as had Roslin. A wedding ring? Oh, this would take a bit of work. His dark blue eyes were set upon his prey, never wavering as he approached. He could see the nervous/pleased smile she was giving him. Trying not to be obvious, as her brown eyes kept venturing back to him. An older husband... a gold digger. This was going to be far too easy.

One corner of his mouth raised, as did his hand, "You're husband, he is ignoring you? He ought to be careful, some might come along, and steal you away." Said hand dragged along the care milky white shoulders, his eyes never leaving her own. "What is your name?" He requested, noting that the woman's breath shook, when she finally spoke. "Christina? Allow me to buy you a drink... I promise to give you back." In the same condition, not likely. The woman agreed, taking Vallis arm, as he steered her away from her husbands party. Ignorant fool, he didn't even notice. Far too caught up in his talk of business, to notice that his wife had been snatched away.

The two emerged from the men's rest room some time later. Buttoning his dress coat, his eyes starred to Christina, "Back to your cage, little bird." She looked quite horrified, obviously, the realization of what had just happened was setting in. She had slept with another man, while her husband was just a few yards away. A man, who was no discarding her so carelessly. With his jaw set, he once more approached the bar. "May I have another glass of Petrus?" Placing himself down upon the seat, he inclined his head towards the bar tender, when the wine was placed before him. With a deep, bored sigh, his eyes began to venture over the crowd once more. The redhead had been a rather boring lay. Surly, she wasn't worth what the old man had to pay. A blonde? An attractive one at that. Vallis offered her a small smile, before his senses began to pick up. Not only a blonde, but a vampire as well. A challenge.

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alphonsine
2008-02-16 02:22 am UTC (link)

The glass was placed back on the counter, emptied, and she was about to leave when... There it was again. That irresistable, unmistakable sense of another vampire. Carefully, her eyes trailed over the men that were closer and they moved out, until they rested on a man at the other end of the bar. A hint of a smile on his lips; had he picked her out as she had found him? This could be interesting, and she picked up her small clutch purse before she rolled her hips and rose from the stool. She weaved in and out of the crowd before she approached him, slowly, a small smile on her face to match his. Instead of taking the seat between them, Alphonsine walked around to his other side and its empty seat. As she passed, she said softly so only his ear could hear, "On the prowl tonight, are we?"

Ah, but she was, too, and that made her smile grow a little as she took the seat, crossed her legs at her ankles. Before he might have liked to reply, a different bar tender asked what the lady would like. "Do you have a Cabernet Sauvignon? Only Bordeaux, please." The way she said Bordeaux indicated that the woman knew French. But even in her words, there was a very faint click of English, muted by a century of life in the United States. A worldly man could pick her accent apart, if one were so inclined. She raised her hand to tuck a curled strand of hair back over her ear, a piece that had slipped from the bun pinned in the back.

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gentile_hellion
2008-02-17 08:00 am UTC (link)

"Always." He said with a light smile, and a raise of his brow. "Are you? We could always simplify things now, and leave together, so that we might ravage one another, you know." No, he wasn't one to waste time, not when someone caught his eyes. Vallis had made a point to never lose his accent, though, it wasn't as thick, as it had once been, and he spoke English quite well. He'd been all over the world, but never allowed his travels in influence his native tongue. He spoke French often, even when he would be the only one to understand it.

Lifting his glass, he took a long taste, before turning in his seat to face the rather gorgeous vampire. "Tired of the boring sorts who occupy these walls, are we? I'd quite agree. Lawyers wives really aren't my taste, they complain too much, and are always looking for someone to spice up their lives." They could never just settle for an evening. It was annoying. "I like it here, though. The wine selection is impeccable."

He wasn't sure of her age, so he didn't know whether he ought to try tapping into her mind. If her age was greater than his own, she'd likely be able to tell, and older supernaturals didn't appreciate being tampered with. "Vallis Frey... Ms. Channing." He couldn't resist, it was his vantage point. He so loved messing about with people's thoughts. It made him feel powerful. Offering her his hand, he greeted her. Once he was able to, he brought her own to his lips, kissing her knuckles while his eyes remained trained upon her face. "Tell me... what brings an English Rose, to Seattle?" If ever there was a British bud, it was her.

He's been with all sorts of women, but there was something he enjoyed about the English. Perhaps it was the centuries old conflict his country had shared with them. When their once pompous king, had decided to fuck over their own. Yes, the more English when he fucked, the more frustration he was able to work out. He enjoyed making whores of them, and the more willing they were, the more it pleased him.

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alphonsine
2008-02-17 05:56 pm UTC (link)

Her mouth formed a tight-lipped smile, the kind that tried to hold back a grin and a laugh, when he so easily stated they leave and save their efforts for another night. "That's quite a suggestion," but she did not dismiss it so easily. Rather, it was left as it was, gently nudged with her words. They had just ordered two glasses of very nice wine. The least they could do was enjoy those and see what happens.

"I can only imagine how needy their wives must be. The lawyers and the socialities that have yet to hypnotise someone into becoming another part of their collection on meaningless things, are also not of my taste." Before she could say much more on those whom occupied this place and their serious thirst for approval, admiration, success, all of which wore quickly on Alphonsine, he introduced himself and already knew her name. She could have looked surprised, and she was, but to let that on might not be the best thing in her favor. Her detection of her English indicated that he had a smart ear.

He was French, no doubt, and Alphonsine certainly had a weakness for French men. It was a weakness that she also feared, very much, for what was the past that she keenly kept so locked away in her mind that she never really thought of it or him. French, and quite handsome, with striking eyes that now watched her face. There was a momentary wonder of what he could do, what he would do, if given the chance.

The bar tender brought them their drinks, the Petrus and the Boreadux, and set them down on cocktail napkins. No matter where one ventured, every place seemed to use the same napkins. Once he gently released her hand, it moved and her fingertips gently rested against the stem of the glass. It was not picked up yet, however, as she answered his question first. "I'm fond of moving and discovering new places. I've lived in many American cities over the years and Seattle was one I happened upon roughly a year ago." There was that undeniable draw to Seattle, though, that they all felt. Others cities too, like New Orleans for instance, was a haven for supernaturals and their activities.

"What about you, Monsieur Frey," she asked in French with a little smile on her face. "I doubt you've come for the sea."

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gentile_hellion
2008-02-18 07:21 am UTC (link)

"Mine always are, lovely." That was an understatement. Ah, so she wouldn't easy be baited. A challenge. He could accept that. Especially after one successful lay this evening. If things were always too easy, he lost touch of his game, and became lazy. That simply would not do. "It is not a completely repulsive idea, no? Can't you just see it, lovely? Two ivory skinned forms, laying against silk sheets, while your face is haloed by shimmering blonde curls. A sight, that even God could appreciate." When the new glasses were placed before them, he lifted his own towards her in a toast. "To new friends."

He smiled. "Dreadfully needy. So many of these men wish to display them on their arms, and keep them in lovely clothing, but never make love to them. Not in the way they wished to be loved." He had his own pet, so, he could understand the draw of wishing to have an attractive woman to show off, and spoil. But Vallis knew he looked just as good, if not better, without Adian present. "Though, if looks are all that the woman offer, I can not blame them." Oh, he was laying it on thick. As if he really carried what the pretty wives thought, and wished for.

"Travel is good for the soul. Resting in one place for too long, is like water resting in a stagnate pond. It causes rot, and decay." He knew all too well of that. Egypt had stolen far too much of his time. Though, if he were honest, it was time he given willingly. His desire to be around others had vanished at that point. He'd wished for isolation, and found it. Vallis nodded, "There are some cities that everyone must see. New York, Los Angeles, New Orleans..." His voice held a fondness when he spoke of the Big Easy. "New Orleans was actually my home, before coming here. I adored it. Such a rich culture, I felt quite at home there. But, a search brought me here, but still, it's fruitless." He was starting to question whether they would ever find Roslin.

Vallis smiled, leaning forward, until his fingers curled around the back of her knee. "The sea was my home, at times, but that was long ago." Before airplanes allowed effortless travel, and a ship was the only way to get from one place, to another. "You're tongue is obviously talented... but how talented?" Yes, he was a bastard.

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