Wilhelm Grimm // Wilhelm Greene (liveafairytale) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-07-27 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-10 |
Motorcycles Get Chicks and Guys Dig Scars
Who: Connie and Isolde
Where: Streets, Isolde's place
When: Not long before dawn
Dawn was coming, and Connie fully intended to be inside soon. He had a few hours until he had to be at the filming, and he fully intended to catch a few more hours of sleep. So he pulled himself up from where he'd been lounging on the grass in the park, wandered out to his bike with his tail swinging jauntily along behind him, and started it up, pulling away from the curb. He still had a little while, a good half hour, so he wasn't really in a hurry yet.
The bike, in fact, was going to slowly that he didn't bother with wrapping his tail up, he just let it fly out behind him, making sure it stayed clear of the back wheel. He'd already had it crunched once before, and that was more than enough.
Indeed, the sun was approaching and while it didn't kill them, Isolde preferred to be indoors before it came if she didn't have to be out and about. Or want to be. Being in a new town like this, she didn't want to be. Not yet. So she was trying to walk to her apartment but it was so far from her current location and her skirts were cumbersome in their layers. The black, slightly modernized Victorian mourning dress was not meant for walking.
She should have called a cab service but didn't... She could hear a motorcycle roaring towards her. Well, rumbling towards her. It wasn't exactly tearing down the street. Isolde stepped a little closer to the curb and looked out to see the headlight then started waving her arm until the rider got close enough... That's right, she was going to hitchhike though she doubted anyone would pick up a girl looking like she did. Seventeen and creepy. Still, thumb out.
Connie was an old hand at hitchhikers. He didn't get a lot of them in cities proper, much more likely out on the open highway, but he still was an old hand at them. So he slowed down and pulled over almost automatically in response to the thumb and waving and all. Then, when he stopped, he actually got a look at the girl, and he stared a bit. She was wearing a Victorian era black dress. Okay then.
Then again, he shouldn't tail. His tail was curling visibly around the back of his secondary seat, now. "Uh, hi. Need a lift somewhere?"
Hurray! He was stopping! Fantastic. Apparently her appearance was strange to him. Well that was to be expected. Whatever. She didn't care. She dressed how she like however impractical it was. Isolde tucked the brown hair that hung in her face behind her ears, quickly looking him over... and noticing the tail, "Man, this town is wild." Isolde shook her head a little then answered his question, "Uh, oh. Yeah. I don't drive, y'know? And my apartment is like way far away. Well not far but farther than I want to walk in this dress... Care to help a girl out?" She put on her best, sweetest innocent eyes and matching smile that revealed her fangs. The guy had a tail. What was there to hide?
Laughing, Connie made a point to show off his own. Yeah, that explained the dress. She was cute, and his tail uncurled from the seat to wave at her-- literally, it lifted up and the tip went up and down like it was waving. "Might have a bit of fun trying to keep your skirt from getting caught in the wheel, but what's life without a little adventure, huh? I'm Connie." He held out his hand, offering her his own booted foot as a leg-up. "James Constantine Nim. But Connie will do just great."
Okay. Either he was a very strange were or a very strange vampire. She wasn't even going to try to scent him out because she just didn't feel like it. Besides, what was life without a little mystery. "I am a sucker for adventure," she watched the tail in amusement, leaving her voice sounding distracted. So cute. "Hello Connie," she stepped forward then paused, looking at his hand then his foot. She took neither and used the secondary seat as a lift, swinging a leg over easily like mounting a horse. "I'm Isolde Eire," she told him as she adjusted her skirts. "I... don't really have a nickname."
"Someone could call you Izzy," Connie suggested. "Now, don't get weird on me, but I think the tail's gotta help you keep those skirts in place." And true to his word, he wrapped the tail around behind her and behind the little seat-back back there, pressing to her legs and skirts, both. And all right, rubbing a little at one calf. It was a nice calf, though!
"I suppose. No one has though. They seem to like to ask me if I have a Tristan more than thinking about nicknames," she sighed a little. Get weird on him? She arched an eyebrow as his tail wrapped around her, helping to keep the cloth out of the way... "I think your tail is flirting with me," but Isolde sounded more amused than anything else and even giggled a little, "Makes me wonder what else you do with it."
"Better to ask what my tail does with me! I swear, the thing's a total whore, and I'm just along for the ride." As if to prove the point, it coiled the tip around her ankle snugly. Deciding to himself that he was definitely going to call her Izzy, Connie revved the engine a bit and grinned over his shoulder at her. "Arms around my waist, it's more steady that way. Which apartments're you at?"
"I'm so sure," Isolde teased, shaking her head a little. She arched an eyebrow and glanced down at the tail tip. Oh dear, she was going to get oh so violated. Teehee. "The Court apartments. The super cheap ones... All my money goes to clothes," she admitted sheepishly as she wrapped her arms around Connie's waist and held on snugly.
Connie pulled the bike away from the curb-- the streets were still pretty much deserted, so he didn't have to worry about many cars. "So what house are you from?" he asked, tossing it over his shoulder. Since they weren't going very fast, it wasn't too difficult to be heard, as long as he turned his head enough. Hearing her wasn't going to be a problem, since her mouth was pretty much right by his ear.
Oh smart boy. That was a very good question. Which meant that he was a vampire. She tried to go through all the bloodlines she knew but... that was very little. Her house didn't exactly socialize. It was easier to stay out of conflict if you isolated yourselves. "Crepundia Arca Archa," she answered with a little shrug. They were known - performers and the influence for some of the zombie myths and things like the Hand of Glory. Then there were the Renfields of course. "And you? I don't know many of the houses myself..." Which was translated from 'please be detailed'.
"It's a good thing I do know them, then," Connie grinned. He knew that house-- he kind of liked that house, though he hadn't met very many. "I'm House of Luna. We were big in the whole Light of May thing? Or, well, Luna was. Me, I just kind of went with the flow. We help out bitten weres, and turn into animals, and grow animal traits. Like the tail!" And they went crazy the night of the full moon, but whatever, that wasn't interesting. "So what kind are you?" He was guessing either ragdoll or puppeteer, since she didn't seem like a soldier type.
"Oooh, I like it when I don't have to explain things," she grinned broadly, squeezing Connie in a gentle hug. Unnecessary but it happened anyhow. House of Luna. Interesting name. It was apparently a very cool house. They would have done well partnering with hers as like animal trainers and stuff. They could've had some great vampire circus! "The tail is awesome. I want a tail," she pouted a little, but shook it off. Silly wish. "Ragdoll. But I promise not to detach anything since it seems to creep most people out."
"Are you kidding? The detaching thing is freaking awesome," Connie said with a laugh. "If I were gonna be anyone other than I am, I'd totally go for being able to detach body parts. Hell yes. And really, you doooon't want a tail. The thing has a mind of it's own, and it's a bitch to hide. Now that nobody's really hiding-- or some people aren't really hiding, anyway-- it's easier. But before? Oh maaaaan."
Isolde grinned broadly and really settled in against Connie in a clear cuddle. Yes anyone that thought the body part thing was awesome got cuddled. It was a rare occurrence after all. "So that gives you two body parts with minds of their own," she said softly, teasingly. "Like it's easy to hide stitching scars? Okay, it is but it's a real bitch to do... Wearing long sleeves and pants or full skirts all the time is so annoying but I dislike getting stares."
"Oh, shut up, you," Connie snickered. This was a lot of innuendos for him lately! First Felicity, now Isolde... he was apparently popular with the ladies this week! And she was even cuddling him. That was so sweet. "Some people don't get how awesome it is. I don't suppose when we get to your place you could show me some? Of the stitching? Just on your arms, and stuff, so I don't sound like a total creep." He shot her a grin over his shoulder.
Isolde clicked her tongue in a disapproving sort of way, "I know how men work. I've known my share of them." Actually, she'd known more than just her share considering her age... But that wasn't something she wanted to point out. "If you like," she shrugged a shoulder, "I don't mind it. I don't actually have any proper stitches in at the moment though. It's just the scars." She didn't say anything about him sounding like a creep because she was in control of what she showed. He might be an animal but she doubted he was a beast. There was a difference.
"Aww, no stitches? But stitches would be totally sexy." He was teasing, and since they were going pretty slow still, the bike basically just puttering along, it was easy to tell in his voice. "You might have to call me up sometime when you have some just so I can come and admire."
She laughed, a high almost musical sound and shook her head a little, "I could always pull something off but it can be quite messing reattaching." And she didn't know if his house did the frenzy thing. There might be one out there that went crazy at the sight and smell of blood. "Of course then I would have to be nude," she bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing.
"Well, you know, males and that other thing with a mind of it's own," Connie snickered. She had a very pretty laugh. A girl's laugh was an important thing-- hell, anyone's laugh was an important thing. "I suppose I'd better not suggest you pull something off for me. Wouldn't want to make a mess in your apartment or anything." His kind didn't really frenzy-- not when they weren't really hungry-- unless it was the new moon. But she probably didn't know that, anyway, he just had no real problems with it. He might wind up licking her wounds, but they were vampires. That was sexy, not frenzying.
"I do indeed... And so many of them using that particular mind for ill or just... badly. Just badly," Isolde shook her head with a little frown. Oh the stories she could tell. Of course back then, there was no such thing as female pleasure. A woman getting off was said to be bad for their health. That it damaged their organs or some stupid thing like that. "Oh the mess is no bother. Just do it in the shower stall," her words were nonchalant like it didn't really matter because it didn't. "I could always pull off a finger... Less mess but no stitches. We can just shove those back on."
Seeing as Connie had been one of the poo' folk in America, he hadn't had to live through that conditioning. Poo' folk everywhere pretty much didn't give a shit about what the rich folk said about sexuality, they did what they wanted. He shifted on the bike seat with contained eagerness. "Maybe you could. That'd be kind of awesome, if you wouldn't mind showing me! Would that be too weird, or what?"
"I really don't mind at all! It's great to find someone so interested in it even if it might just be morbid curiosity. And what are we if not morbid creatures?" Oh yes, Isolde was definitely excited now. She was practically vibrating with excitement. Or maybe that was just the motorcycle. "But I can't do anything while on the bike - well I could but I won't. So hurry up!"
"Hurrying up, hurrying up!" Connie laughed, and he kicked up the speed on the bike. He could handle it well, after having it fifteen years as his primary (usually only) means of transportation-- and he'd had other Harleys before that-- and made it a fun ride, while he was at it. Too bad they really didn't have very far to go, and it was over pretty quick. He slowed as he pulled into the apartment complex parking lot, just enough that they didn't go skidding when he turned, then braked at one of the visitor spots. "End of the road, missy!" he announced with his best gruff gangster accent.
She cried out in delight when the bike sped up. A very nice "Woohoo!" though she tried not to be too loud since she was right in his ear. That wouldn't have been very nice at all. Oh this was fun. She was going to have to get a motorcycle herself some day. Then learn to ride it properly... It was one thing being a passenger. It was another entirely to drive the thing. Once he was parked though, she slipped off, wondering if his tail would free her automatically. "Oh dear, does that mean I owe you some sort of favor now," she placed a fingertip on her bottom lip personifying the sweet innocent teenager that she looked like, "Rules of the road and all that."
The tail did let her go, though a little reluctantly, and it did definitely feel up her thigh as she slid off. Connie gave it a light whap once Isolde was clear. He grinned, amused and in a pretty good mood now, at her little show. "I think I can come up with something to make it up to me." He killed the engine and swung off, himself, curling his tail around one arm and offering the other to Isolde. "Lead the way, madam!"