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Entry tags: | character: connolly grace, character: grady callaghan |
Who: Connolly Grace and Grady.
When: Last night.
Where: Connolly's apartment.
What: Drinking, seizing those opportunities, brewing up trouble.
Rating/Status: PG for now/Incomplete.
Connolly felt she had as many problems now as a vampire than she did as a human. Her own pride got in the way of making a clear decision and yet, it wouldn't have been Connolly to not act on her pride. She had a feeling, even then, that something like this would happen. It was bound to happen, especially when few key vampires took an interest in her fiery personality and her inability to back down to anyone. Her decision was quick, done without much thought as to the consequences, to the emotions that she would go through her early vampire years. She had left Shadow Falls for nearly a month, to get away and find some guidance within herself. In her travels, she met with her maker in Paris, giving her responsibility of In Vein back to Scarlett. The young vampire needed to find her own path and do things on her own on her own terms. For too long, she felt she was on everyone else's terms and it was a battling conflict between the monster and human that fought within her. He asked her to hold on to her humanity. It was natural to kill and in some small way, Connolly might have enjoyed it. Then again, in the most moments of feeding, she felt lost, she didn't feel like Connolly and all she could hear was his words, asking her to hold on a little while longer.
So Connolly, against better judgement and on growing emotions, was trying to live off blood bags. It was a decision that not even her maker could understand, yet she hinted and pried at Connolly's emotions to figure out why the sudden change. Blood bags did not satisfy, they were not fulfilling in any way, yet she learned to live with the cold liquid. The cravings came and went, every day a struggling battle to not simply kill. Taking up this opportunity to help a complete stranger was a choice of her own based on many different reasons. Connolly could remember being angry that she could never leave, other people...beings stronger than she that constantly threatened her with death. She remembered being afraid for her loved ones and never ending feeling of vulnerability. Connolly missed the human she once was, not giving a shit about anything and not giving in to anyone. If there was something she could do to cause a little trouble while holding on to humanity, it was helping two humans escape this damned place.
Connolly lounged around her Parisian apartment that was clearly designed by her maker. It was a decent sized apartment, minimal, and had just enough furniture to hold one or two guests. Connolly was simple and hated to fuss over her own apartment when it was just a place to sleep and eat. She had already started early, having gone through three beers, chilling a bottle of vodka in the freezer. Two bottles of whiskey and tequila were already sitting on the counter, the shot glasses prepared to be used. Connolly never kid around about drinking, it was all or nothing and in her current state, getting smashed seemed like a good idea.
Her Conner blue eyes glanced at the door as she sunk further into the couch. She could hear him walk up to her door, the steady rhythm of his heart and pulse. There was a fleeting moment she thought this meeting could turn horribly bad. The thought perished as Connolly stood up to greet him at her door. Before he could knock, she opened her door to him. Connolly never dressed to impress, which was evident as she stood there in worn jeans that hung on her hips and a white tank. Her thick brown hair was like a mane of a lion as it fell around her shoulders which only seemed to bounce ever so slightly as she gave him an inviting nod. "Come on in."