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Rhiannon Jaxyn Montgomery (bound_rhiannon) wrote in bound_rp,
@ 2014-07-17 19:55:00

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beau davis, complete, private, rhiannon montgomery

I couldn't live life like you could, I'm still the one misunderstood...
Date: 7/17/13
Time: 10: 45 PM
Location: Main Street; Inner City
Characters: Rhiannon Montgomery, Beau Davis
Description: Trouble in the form of a tall, dark, and sexy. Oh, look! A gun!
Status: Private, Complete.

It was such a beautiful evening, and though she might get yelled at upon her return to the house, it was worth it. Of course she had understood the reason for the escort; she was still a baby vampire, after all, and blood smelled so good. But she'd at least made an effort to drink like an overweight sailor before slipping out into the garden.

The pencils she'd had were fine, she supposed, but they weren't special. And the notebook she'd found had been lacking in decent paper. It was mid sketch when the lead wouldn't shade correctly that she'd opted to head towards the main part of town. Alone.

Oh, vampire speed was a wonderful thing!

It seemed as if no time had passed before she arrived at the store! Surely she could have done better with time had she not tried to keep herself out of sight, but with the large bags that were entangled in her hands, the long way had been worth it! Opening up the plastic, she peered in with a large grin. Art markers and a new notebook, and some sketching pencils and chalks all filled it to near bursting. She couldn't wait to begin with some new works.

It wasn't until she accidentally bumped into a woman that her mind was pulled back into the present. Scent overwhelming her, Rhiannon felt a pain in the back of her throat. Stepping back hurriedly as if the woman had been made of acid, she stared wide-eyed at her. Lips pressing tightly closed, she fought to not follow her.

But she was too new too this, and the temptation was too great. Tongue trailing along a fang, a moment later the predator tugged at the hem of her dress and inched forward.

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norest
2014-07-18 01:35 am UTC (link)

The entire city was fucked up. His sight did not leave anything to the imagination. There was an unidentifiable feeling to Crescent Cove that Levi was not even sure he actually felt, but the hairs on the back of his neck tingled and stood at end at curtain places, like the Burnt Wood. He hated that place.

He had left Colton to play with the dog he had insisted on and went out into the night. Levi was an unintentional Hunter. He did not go out of his way to seek out supernaturals, but he dealt with them when he came face to face with them. All except the strange creature from the pound, she didn't seem evil, but the fact that he had no way to put a name to what she was bothered him.

The sight was strange. Nothing supernatural hid from his eyes even through the darkness, they gave off something for him to see. It was not exactly auras, but a mixture of what people would call auras and what looked like seeing through a hologram into what they really looked like- for those that had a different appearance.

Turning the corner, Levi came upon a woman walking away from the store and a girl staring at her. Recognizing what she was immediately, Levi ran toward the duo with an urgency. The woman was oblivious to the world, earbuds keeping her from hearing his footsteps. Beau put all his body weight into his attack, like a Rugby player taking down the opposition, and tumbled them both into the alley.

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bound_rhiannon
2014-07-18 01:58 am UTC (link)

Had she been a bit more experienced, she would have sensed him coming. Had she been a bit less filled with hunger, she would have reacted. But as it was, one minute she was heading towards this innocent woman, and the next she was toppling back into the alley, her bags of markers spilling out into the shadows. "What the hell, Barry Allen!" she snapped instinctively. It wasn't until they were on the ground and she was staring upwards that panic shot through her. Memories flashed of a man, his large hands wrapped around her body. His laugh, his scent.

Fear shot through her spine.

"Get off!" she hissed, teeth clacking together. Legs kicked and arms wriggled, attempts to push him off of her. But without a sense of direction, without calm, Rhiannon wasn't capable of controlling her strength or exercising proper defensive skill (not that she had much control to begin with). Her father's martial arts lessons were useless. "You can't have me, bucko!"