Who: Cordelia & Adam
When: Wednesday, in the mid-afternoon
Where: The Medical Pavilion
What: Cordelia is attempting to get the necessary blood supply for herself and her husband, feeling quite persecuted in doing so, and what could have been a very harmful situation for a young medical assistant is avoided as Adam offers help...
Rating: R, for Cordelia's language

( It was never a good sign when her jaw was set in place like that, moved forward to be just a teensy bit so her lower incisors pressed firmly against the much more pronounced uppers that were indeed fangs. This was how Cordelia held her tongue, by not allowing it to click against her teeth and hiss out threats that would surely land the vampire into a mess of trouble. )

Who: Cordelia & Sanura
When: Nearing curfew
Where: In Helicharis
What: Cordelia sees someone appealing to her eye...
Rating: TBA

The curfew was going to begin soon enough; ha! Cordelia had decided that a curfew was only meant for those that were incapable of defending themselves from would-be attackers; as a possible would-be attacker, it seemed only natural that she be allowed out to roam about as she pleased. After all, without her, what sort of reinforcement would there be for the new rule? Tut, her husband would say, behave yourself. The vampire had been behaving very well as of late, given the fact that virtually every day that passed, her desire to kill someone grew. Not because there was something in a vampire that hissed kill, kill, kill every night--one could feed and spare a life--but she wanted to kill because it was so incredibly boring in this place and the adrenaline rush of feeling a life crumble in her hands would be enough to sustain her for awhile. 'Awhile' was at least three weeks, give or take, but if she could draw out the death, the longer her satisfaction might last.

She missed being able to kill the over-privledged, ungrateful, or especially evil socialites of eastern Europe. Cordelia was not all that terrible; most of the lives she had taken by her own hands or fangs had it coming. If anything, they got off easy, but not all that well. There was still a lot that went into what they, Danukas and Cordelia, had done before all of this. As she left the glassblower's shop, she sighed wistfully. Oh, if only, if only. How Danukas could be pleased with this plague was something that was not beyond her, because she knew her husband well. Cordelia simply did not want to accept that he was satisfied with this new life and that he expected her to enjoy it just the same.

An appreciator of beautiful things, seeing as how she could spend much of her time in the glassblower's shop, it was not hard for her eyes to begin to search out beautiful people. There were different forms of beauty here; she wished to have seen more during the Full Moon but it appeared that many of the lycans were hidden away, by their own choice or someone else's, and so she had not been so lucky as to observe someone change. She supposed it was a very intimate for them, but truthfully, Cordelia was uncertain that she had met any such people thusfar in Elysium.

Cordelia strolled along, gaze shifted from one path to another, until her eyes fell on a pretty young thing. Quite beautiful, classic American-adored beauty. The eyes, the lips, the thin frame. The vampire herself was much more curvacious than her old society seemed to appreciate but it suited her well. She might very well have stalked the little slip of sweetness until the girl had to be off, protected by the curfew, and that would have been disappointing. Instead, Cordelia walked smoothly up to her and asked lightly, "Pardon me, do you have the time?"