Not Honest: An Original RPG

endlsobsession @ 07:36 pm: Who: Irie and OPEN
Where: Outside Damion's Club
When: Night

Irieaga walked slowly as she eyed the club. She knew who it belonged to, she could almost feel it in the air as she paced across the road way. It was, in the words of those that knew her, insanity. It wasn’t normal by any means, at least.

Damion.

She could think of him every moment of every day and it would not stop the confusion that was buried deep in her heart. She should have killed him when she had the chance so many years ago. Why hadn’t she? Why couldn’t she? What was so hard about making that final blow that she couldn’t….

I will, she thought firmly to herself. She would. She absolutely would kill him.

Someday.

Tags: damion sorosin, irieaga moonshadow, open

vampire_damion @ 02:43 pm: opening the curtain
Who: Damion and Pip
When: Evening
Where: Damion's club

Damion sat in his office, working, the sort of mundane things that came with being a successful businessman. Of course he had people to handle most of it for him but there were some things that required a personal touch. His office was on the second floor of the building, its large only window facing inward instead of out down onto the club floor below. The glass was tinted and highly reflective so from the other side it appeared to only be a rather large mirror. There was even a frame around it to continue the illusion. It was still early in the evening and things were only just starting to pick up downstairs. Damion looked up from his work for a moment before pushing it away and going to stand by the window. The music hadn't quite really gotten going yet and as a result, he couldn't yet feel the bass throbbing through the glass. He glanced toward the door where people were still filtering in. But soon that would change. He'd have to put in an appearance sooner or later but for now he was content to watch.

It wasn't idle curiousity that kept the vampire watching the people below, though. His gaze was that of a hunter searching out his prey. Damion was hungry and he hated to wait until late in the evening for his meal when it seemed everyone down there was on something or other even if it made them easier to bring down.

He'd just about decided to head down when he heard a knock at the door. "Enter," he called. For some that wouldn't be a good idea, giving permission to come in without knowing who was back there except for two things. Three, really. Damion wasn't 'some'. There were guards on the way up to his office and it wasn't just anyone who could pass them. That and Damion recognized something about the knock to suggest the person behind it was a known entity. It helped that Pip was having a conversation with the sentry outside Damion's door. Of course, that conversation was a little one-sided since Ivan had never been known for his loquaciousness.

Tags: damion sorosin, pace ian patterson