Adair (god_forsaken) wrote in darkcarnivale, @ 2011-05-04 14:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | adair, judas / ophidia |
Who: Adair and OPEN
What: Mealtime and Making Rounds
When: Just after dusk, Opening Night
Where: Biloxi, MS
Rating: TBD
"You're absolutely certain you don't want an ambulance?" Adair's cotton-candy concern matched the gentle, ginger touch at the small of a young woman's back. Harmless and benign, on the surface, expertly perfected. The blond Belle who stood at her shoulder smiled sheepishly, raising a palm in prideful protest.
"I'm sure, Ma'am. I'm real sorry fer gettin'ina way an'all," the co-ed's southern twang vibrated with eclectic life as well as embarrassment. Adair smiled warmly at her, but still supported the girl's elbow as they walked together, toward one of many food vendors preparing their stock for the evening. The girl's jeans and bright printed t-shirt were a stark contrast to Adair's Gothing Number of black chiffon, leather, and ribbon. All for 'show', even the tiny conical points of ivory canines that caught the light just beneath the redhead's top lip. Creatures pretending to be humans pretending to be creatures. The irony would've been hilarious, if it hadn't already been made into a movie.
"No, not at all, Dear... You just about gave me a heart attack, is all. You really should get yourself checked. Fainting spells can be quite serious."
Of course the girl hadn't fainted--not randomly, anyway. She had simply found herself in the wrong part of the carnival, at the wrong time. Adair had been on her like shadow, in an instant. Her ivory fingertips pressed expertly into the vein beneath the girl's ear, so unconsciousness came within three heartbeats. A pint and a half later, Adair had had her fill, healed her meal with the slow swipe of her cold tongue, and played the part of the concerned Carnival Proprietor when she woke.
"Right. I--I guess I should," the girl said, her eyelids looking heavy as the fog of memory. Adair very lightly smoothed down the girl's yellow hair, mussed from the fall.
"At least have something to eat--anything you want. It's the least I can do." Adair's hopeful smile didn't need to be faked. It turned up to the vendor. "Make sure this young lady's taken care of, please..." Her voice trailed as she caught movement in the corner of her eye. Movement obviously meant to grab her attention. "If you'll excuse me, Dear. Please don't hesitate to find me if you need anything."
Satisfied, at least in one aspect, the vampiress parted company with her prey. Long fingertips combed through the heavy locks that swallowed her shoulder, where they'd been slightly tangled by the brief struggle before the girl had succumbed.
"You rang?" she mused with a delicate flourish, appropriate for the setting.