Elodie Carrac (paintedlady) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2014-02-04 11:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-10-02, elodie, jaladhi |
violence, give me violence
Who: Jaladhi and Elodie
When: After dark!
Where: Dark, deserted Scarlet Oak Street
What: Probably violence
Elodie had spent the early evening in business meetings, managing the various ventures that kept her busy when she wasn't on one of her other jobs, and had decided to celebrate a successful acquisition with a drink. After a gin martini that she didn't touch and a few sips from the handsome male waiter who served it (and who, conveniently enough, had been the sort to idolize vampires and was all too happy to volunteer as donor on his break), Elodie left the bar. It was in a quaint little downtown shopping section of Scarlet Oak, and she took advantage of the nice weather to do a little window shopping. She'd learned money management and business savvy in her life before becoming a vampire, and it was paying off now, in this century that had so many nice things. It was one of her vices; corsets and long skirts were out, but she'd taken to modern fashion all the same.
Heels clicking on the sidewalk, she moved through the crowd without making many waves; she typically made the effort to appear human courtesy of her Cyri powers. She did it so often that faking breathing and a heartbeat was almost instinctive. She reached the end of the shops without seeing anything that warranted a closer look; deciding it was time to go home, she set off down a dark, deserted side street that would serve as a decent shortcut back to her car. A real human might have decided to stay where it was better-lit. Anyone trying anything with Elodie would find themselves in for a big surprise.