s ı ɹ ǝ | e r i s (makewayforchaos) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-11-16 19:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | eris, jack the ripper |
WHO: Eris & Jack the Ripper
WHEN: Friday evening
WHERE: Caffe Storico, Central Park
WHAT: Eris and Jack the Ripper meet. As if New York hasn't suffered enough.
WARNINGS: tba
Eris didn't know who this James was but it didn't much matter in the end. She certainly had no fear of him, because Eris feared nothing, not even the things that could harm her.
And 'James' had said he was only a century or so old. A child, he was, and unlikely to have ever been a god. Unless he was one of the New Gods. Ah, now those could always be trouble, but Eris knew she'd find out soon enough. She liked trouble anyway, even when it was pointed in her direction.
She made her way to the cafe he'd mentioned and pushed open the door, scanning not for a face but for the feeling of another immortal like herself. She knew that all immortals felt each other differently - if they felt it at all - and to Eris it was like the taste of blood in the back of her throat. There was the scent of blood in the air this time as well, but nothing any mortal would ever know about. It was a smell that lingered around killers and Eris, in all her bloodthirsty murderousness, could always spot it.
She was clad all in white tonight, a dress of skintight PVC that turned heads as she walked through the cafe and towards the one who called himself James. "Hello, handsome," she said, not yet sitting down at the table with him, standing above him all, auburn locks and flaming red lipstick.