evilsmile (evilsmile) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-03-11 12:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-06 |
A bite to eat?
Who: Zale and Emme
When: about 12:30am
Where: Zale's apartment
What: Dinner and a movie. So much more ominous in the context of vampires.
Zale was feeling exceptionally good.
Zale had owned this apartment at Cherryblossom Place for about five years now, been living in Scarlet Oak for nearly ten. It was a relief actually because he’d moved in under the premise of being twenty five and – looking exactly the same supposedly at thirty-five – he’d been on his way to figuring out a plausible excuse to drop off the map of fake his death again. The Light of May, however, had save him the trouble and allowed him to keep the place, which was nice. It was just the sort of space he liked: high up with a large balcony (good for take off and landings), crowded with the artifacts and evidence of his long years in the world, some of which he’d bought for a penny in their time and were now worth hundreds of thousands.
There were stacks and stacks of old movie reels, silent films, VHS and all manner of movie-making accoutrements lying about the largest looking home theatre system money could by. The couch – which was well used and comfy – was liberally thrown about with DVDs and Blu-Ray and the walls covered original movie posters, many signed and dated by stars long dead and who would die long before he did. He was messing around in the kitchen, sitting at the kitchen island taking apart and putting back together the pieces of a small arsenal of guns (there was supposedly a Gabriel House Orphanim misbehaving in Detroit) when he sensed a shift in the air of his apartment.
Having been around for as long as he had, Zale had come to be familiar with what being alone felt like, and what the presence of another being felt like. In a series of clicks and snaps the Glock he was oiling came together and he slapped a clip into it as he blinked from the kitchen to the den, muzzle locked instantaneously on… the back of a small brunette skull in a girly dress, seated like a Queen of the Nile on his couch. Looking bored as hell. Zale grinned, put the gun on a bookshelf beside and hopped over the back of the couch.
“Emme,” he addressed the lovely vampire with a sideways grin, “When I gave you that key, I didn’t mean that you should come in unannounced.”