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Ava Katherine Carlisle (littlestangel) wrote in light_of_may,
@ 2010-01-17 18:54:00

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2009-06-30, ava

The (mostly) Beautiful People
Who: Ava and Sebastian
When: Night
Where: Heme

Playing a child the previous day had left Ava with a distinctly bad taste in her mouth - it seemed she wasn't much for reliving youth when she wasn't being paid for it - and a desire to exercise some of her more adult rights. So Heme it was. Her wardrobe choices were limited if she didn't want to look like a little girl playing dress up, so she kept herself to classic pieces - a sleeveless, backless cocktail dress, the rounded neckline hitting just at her collarbone. It was a slim fit without being tight, in a deep gray silk that shimmered faintly. With it she paired black peep-toes with a low heel, and a dressy, tailored black blazer to cover the back - which was only backless in case she needed her wings, after all.

She left her hair simple - a black headband holding it out of her eyes, the rest of the softly curling mass pulled into a low ponytail hanging over her left shoulder. A touch of gloss, a tiny bit of mascara, and she was ready. Sliding a few necessities into a Chanel clutch, she locked up behind herself and headed downstairs where her driver was waiting.

The drive to Heme was short, and Ava breezed past the line of gaping tourists without a second glance. There was the usual press to deal with, of course - she was famous, and one of several famous vampires who occasionally patronized the club in town - but she cut even that short in order to find a drink. She had her ridiculous vampire ID on her, of course, but she'd been to the club enough times that she was waved through. Making her way up to the VIP section, she signaled a waiter for a cocktail as she took a seat. At least up here, her chances of being gawked at by tourists - or worse, 'rescue' attempts - would be minimal.

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undeadadonis
2010-01-21 10:20 pm UTC (link)

Playing the movie star that he deserved to be treated as, nearly Golden Age Hollywood style, had left Sebastian preening, if somewhat exhausted given his recent lack of sleep. After that less than truly entertaining conversation with the blonde in the short dress, the one who kept gripping her throat like he'd already bitten her and she was bleeding out, he'd flown out to Los Angeles to sign some contracts in person, as well as go through a photo shoot. A photo shoot with his fangs glamoured into a more human shape, as had been requested; Sebastian had no idea how anyone dealt with hiding their fangs when glamour wasn't involved, but then again, he didn't particularly care what anyone else did with their teeth.

Well, on occasion he cared, but times with nudity involved aside, he didn't.

Heme sounded like just the thing when he got back, especially given the fact that he hadn't restocked his personal supply of blood at his penthouse. Perhaps he'd order in from some Sapphira blood doll, later, when he wanted hot blood straight from the host, but for the moment he was looking forward to a glass from one of Heme's top shelf brands.

With his usual entourage in tow, Kamala and Sasha flanking him, and bypassing the line of individuals outside, Sebastian did spare a few moments for the cameras that attended to the who's who. Given where he was, he knew that the paparazzi and the occasional representative from a respectable paper, liked to hang around, and he was in an indulgent enough mood not to ignore them completely. It was with a beamingly white, and fanged, smile that they made their way inside and up into the roped off VIP section.

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littlestangel
2010-01-30 04:38 am UTC (link)

Ava was just receiving her drink when the cameras started flashing and paparazzi started shouting - audible even over the sounds of the music and people in the club. There were really only two other vampires in town she could think of that would cause such a reaction, but she didn't get up from her seat to look - it was undignified, and at any rate, anyone who could set off the cameras into such a frenzy was going to come up to the VIP section, anyway.

She kept her seat, sipping at her drink as she waved the waiter away. Her curiosity was assuaged moments later as an entourage made its way upstairs, an irritatingly familiar face surrounded by fawning sycophants. It was that overstuffed peacock, Sebastian Van Cleve, he over the overwhelmingly large ego. She entertained herself momentarily with the mental picture of said ego failing to fit through Heme's front door, and her lips twisted into an amused smile. Now if only it wasn't too much to hope that his entrance would keep the photographers away.

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undeadadonis
2010-02-08 01:30 am UTC (link)

Part of Sebastian’s objectives, as a Sapphira vampire in the public eye, was to present a face of their kind besides that of horror novels and nightmares. Yes, they drank blood, America, the World, but they were also capable of being extraordinarily attractive and no threat to the average citizen. Those ignorant individuals, in his opinion, who chose to lump him in with those like who tore out the throats of unsuspecting humans, or were generally ill mannered or ill educated, were plainly insulting and should be kept firmly out of his path.

It was unwise to even get him started on anyone who chose to seriously compare him to Edward Goddamn Cullen. Sparklepires, bah.

The entire topic, being compared to Nos Feratu or a Sparklepire, always left him with a bad taste in his mouth, as he considered it speciest drivel. The sort of ignorant nonsense spouted by individuals like that blonde Elemental, and nothing he had to listen to.

Stepping inside Heme’s VIP section garnered both attention and an eagerly awaiting waiter who scampered off to retrieve Sebastian and his guard/entourage’s favorite drinks. But before he’d even settled down in his favorite grouping of seats, with a nice vantage to watch the little people on the floor below, he caught sight of the diminutive and dangerous vampire, Ava. As another actor, albeit a tiny one, so tiny, the perpetual child actress was often in competition with him for the spotlight. She, of course, had the edge of child roles now often playing center stage to an audience’s attention.

As for him? He had the edge of being able to play steamy sex scenes that didn’t make the audience want to vomit in their popcorn buckets.

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littlestangel
2010-02-11 04:09 pm UTC (link)

It could be argued that Ava's job was similar to Sebastian's, to present a pretty (or well, absolutely adorable) public face and charm the humans into believing vampires - Gabriel House vampires, specifically - weren't nearly the free-will-discarding nightmares they were perceived to be. Problem was, Gabriel House often enjoyed flaunting their utter lack of regard for human choice, and if Ava weren't currently using her youth to her advantage making millions off Hollywood, she supposed she'd give a little more free reign to her predator's urges rather than make discreet use of a hunter to obtain the special bloods she so enjoyed tasting. But dear God, had she wanted to take a bite out of the man who'd tried to get her to take a part in Breaking Dawn as it entered the development stage. If one asked her, that was justifiable cause for murder.

She'd let him go, of course; he had people who would miss him and who'd known he'd made an appointment to see her. But she was considering going back and taking care of business anyway. Liquid red had always been a good color on her. She noticed Sebastian taking note of her; manners would have dictated he approach first - she was older, after all, and a lady - but she supposed it was hard to remember old-world courtesy when one was surrounded by giggling twentysomethings all too happy to throw themselves at his fangs. And other body parts, of course. So she graced him with a nod, managing the regal gesture without making herself look ridiculous by virtue of long practice - and the fact that in her child's face was an unmistakably mature gaze. No one looking at Ava just now - truly looking at her - would ever confuse her for a real child.

"I'd just managed to settle them down, Sebastian," she murmured with a sardonically plaintive tone to her voice, pitched low - but she knew his vampire hearing would have no trouble picking it up beneath the music. "And then you had to come and rouse their excitement once again." As if punctuating her words, the clicking of high-end DSLR lenses could be heard in rapid staccato, paparazzi trying in vain to get a coveted shot of Hollywood vampires in Heme's well-guarded VIP section.

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undeadadonis
2010-02-23 01:19 am UTC (link)

When Sebastian sought to separate himself from certain vampire types, it was those like Ava that often gave him the most trouble. Non vampires were often, in his experience as of late, too quick to lump all vampires in with those who enjoyed ripping the throats of unsuspecting victims. Sapphiras considered themselves above such savagery, keeping their thirst and sharp fangs firmly out of the limelight.

They were the models, the actors, and the politicians, the beautiful people out there for the humans to have something to point out as being different from the old myths and legends. No one could really imagine the gorgeous model on the Maxim cover as sinking her shining white teeth into the throat of their neighbor.

The reasons that Sebastian didn't like Ava were more professional, although they existed in the same social strata. The two of them had always ground against each other's nerves, on the rare event where they'd met. Thankfully, they'd never had to work together. And when he smiled, perfectly, practiced, at Ava, it was without his fangs hidden by glamour. "Oh you know me, Ava. I never want anyone to be settled, it's boring."

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