Not Honest: An Original RPG

seenfromspace @ 10:36 am: A Date, a date! A very important date!
Who: Pip and Felicity.
Where: Corner Pizza
When: Date night!


He was waiting, staring at the wall as he considered all his options. He could take her to Casablanca, or there was some weird movie showing. Mmm. Dates were hard to plan, particularly when one had to dodge over curious vampires that wanted to know where you were going.

The pizza parlor was winding down, it seemed, but Pip's stomach was growling. As bad as it was, he wanted the girl to show up so he could eat! He was a growing boy, after all, it was only expected that he wanted food.

Waiting, he picked at the table a little, turning his head back and forth as he watched people come and go. And yet his date was still missing.

Tags: felicity o'hanlon, pace ian patterson

seenfromspace @ 08:43 pm: Who: Pip and OPEN
Where: Corner market near Damion's club
When: Friday Morning.


Pip was walking down the street, head in the clouds as he hummed along with his Ipod. It wasn’t his normal deal, to be out when the sun was up, or to be without his skateboard or otherwise childish hoodlum entertainment. He was, however, running errands.

Which meant finding food that was not meant for undead, or the like. He still had to survive in their world.

Stepping into the corner market he eyed the rows of food with a disinterested face. Pip didn’t cook. It was why he remained so thin, and unfed looking. The boy lived off cereal, milk, and cheesy mac. Or anything else that was fairly tasty and easy to cook in a microwave.

The question today was…what did he want to buy?

Tags: felicity o'hanlon, open, pace ian patterson

vampire_damion @ 02:43 pm: opening the curtain
Who: Damion and Pip
When: Evening
Where: Damion's club

Damion sat in his office, working, the sort of mundane things that came with being a successful businessman. Of course he had people to handle most of it for him but there were some things that required a personal touch. His office was on the second floor of the building, its large only window facing inward instead of out down onto the club floor below. The glass was tinted and highly reflective so from the other side it appeared to only be a rather large mirror. There was even a frame around it to continue the illusion. It was still early in the evening and things were only just starting to pick up downstairs. Damion looked up from his work for a moment before pushing it away and going to stand by the window. The music hadn't quite really gotten going yet and as a result, he couldn't yet feel the bass throbbing through the glass. He glanced toward the door where people were still filtering in. But soon that would change. He'd have to put in an appearance sooner or later but for now he was content to watch.

It wasn't idle curiousity that kept the vampire watching the people below, though. His gaze was that of a hunter searching out his prey. Damion was hungry and he hated to wait until late in the evening for his meal when it seemed everyone down there was on something or other even if it made them easier to bring down.

He'd just about decided to head down when he heard a knock at the door. "Enter," he called. For some that wouldn't be a good idea, giving permission to come in without knowing who was back there except for two things. Three, really. Damion wasn't 'some'. There were guards on the way up to his office and it wasn't just anyone who could pass them. That and Damion recognized something about the knock to suggest the person behind it was a known entity. It helped that Pip was having a conversation with the sentry outside Damion's door. Of course, that conversation was a little one-sided since Ivan had never been known for his loquaciousness.

Tags: damion sorosin, pace ian patterson