Kumiko Arisugawa (hautegeisha) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-10-31 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-01 |
But I don't want to say his name
Who: Kiara, Kumiko, and a couple unfortunate NPCs
Where: High end club in Detroit
When: Late evening
Warning: NSFW
Kumiko's heart still raced when she glimpsed at the news and saw the snippets about the siren blood that was found in the murdered vampire. What killed her even more was she saw that damn cunt's face on the news. Literally. She was the fucking anchor for it. Only in America can you get away with that line of crap. As much as Kumiko wanted to turn in the bitch, that meant putting herself on the line. It was a mutual silence the two had to swear upon, though Kumiko would fire the second this woman even dared to open her mouth. Though this did mean she had to be careful outside of Ad Gustum. Did she need to kill outside? No. Domina did a fabulous job at supplying her with enough stupid men to keep her satisfied, but tonight Kumiko needed to get out and toy with some airhead until she snapped their thick neck right off.
And no one better to do it with than her Irish lass, Kiara.
The club wasn't exactly easy to get into, needing all sorts of passes and VIP whatevers to get in, but a few verses of song were enough to get the two to the front of the line and right in. Screw the ID, Kumiko didn't need it tonight. Not with Kiara with her. The Japanese girl just smiled to her redheaded friend and went straight to the bar. "I'll have a dry martini," Kumiko spoke over the booming music, fiddling with her bracelet the whole while. And as the bartender nodded to her, she smiled and scanned the perimeter before looking back to her siren friend. "Any good prey for the night?"