Henry Tanner (lockmanipulated) wrote in halcyon_halls, @ 2008-06-23 07:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | henry, jaida |
Week 12: Monday
Who: Henry and Jaida
Where: Hell
When: Monday Night
Why: He's gotta met Viv's conscious.
Henry had spent most of the day deciding just what he was going to do that evening. His little creation seemed to be so fond of this young muse, that he just had to find out what it was about her that held Vivian’s attention so much. He was not quite sure just what he was going to do, other than learn what the girl was about, and if he had to do anything about her. He didn’t think so, but he had been wrong before. Little Jaida just might have too much influence for her own good after all.
He arrived at the club a little early, just so he could sit back and enjoy the scenery. Henry sat off to the side of the bar. He was not too far from the entrance so he could watch for her, but he was also far enough that he could easily be overlooked by most people. Especially one who hadn’t ever met him before. The vampire had a drink in his hands that he sipped at as he watched the crowds begin to fill up. It never ceased to amaze him just the sheer variety of creatures that made their home on the island. Or at the very least, populated the club. He could tell most of the creatures apart, but there were a couple that he couldn’t identify. It was one good point of this island. Even at his age, there was something he could learn as well.
So, Henry continued to sip at his drink, which was another good aspect of this particular club. The drinks worked on vampires without having to be laced with quantities of blood. It had been so long since he had enjoyed some good liquor that he had almost forgotten what mere booze tasted like. But, after a time, he finally did spot his particular target of the evening. Not that she was hard to spot, that particular Muse tended to stand out in a crowd. He watched her for a moment, and waited until she got settled into some spot before he tilted his head back and finished off his glass of vodka. Then he got to his feet and walked over toward where she was.
“Miss Jaida, I presume.” He said with a smile as he held out a hand toward her. “I’m Henry Tanner.”