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Aug. 7th, 2011
Mind telling the boys to have Callum's things moved up from his cell, into the room next to Shannon's? I think it's time to give him back his house key as well.
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Posts Tagged: 'dominic'
Aug. 4th, 2011
Who: Dom & Ivy
When: Night
What: Who is afraid of the big bad wolf?
Where: Ivy's home away from the EVC
Dr. Lydia Butler, aged thirty-two. Blond, blue eyes, five and a half feet tall. If nothing else, Kaden's type was predictable. Throw a fair featured beauty his way, and he was going to lose his head a little. So much so that he would either fail to notice that she was a vampire, or fail to recognise that she was out of her damn mind. Mortal women from what she could tell, were desperate. There were more females populating the earth, than ever before, and they were all looking for the man to fill their bed, or buy them a ring, or be the daddy to their little brats. They were chasing after these men, like they were some prize to be had... why did they think this way? Men were little more than apes, with a broad vocabulary. Call her old fashioned, but men were supposed to be the ones doing the chasing. They came to the ladies home, asked to see her, asked to take her out. Put on a display to win her attention. Not the other way around. If one man didn't fit the bill, just wait five minutes, and another one would come sniffing along in no time. If Lydia had any sense at all, she would move on, and leave Kaden to memory. There were bound to be mortal men just waiting to have their chance with her. All she had to do was loosen up, and stop obsessing over an old lover.
That obsession had become Ivy's, but not for the same reason. The scientist for the EVC weren't exactly being helpful in their search for a way to reverse Kaden's amnesia. They had been searching through the documents recovered from the lab, and still weren't able to make heads of tails of it. Ivy was becoming more, and more frustrated by the day, and she knew that Kaden was as well. It wasn't for his sake that she was anxious. It was for the prosperity of all vampires. This was supposed to be their time, to come to light, and make a plea for the top of the food chain. They weren't supposed to be hunched over large, leather bound books, studying old folk tales, trying to find anything might provide an answer. When Ivy wasn't tending to a number of things Barabas assigned to her, she was sorting through those books. Over, and over again, sure that there would have been something that she over looked. Anything... anything to give her any a glimmer of hope, but it was absent. It might reach a point, where she had to give it up, when she had to tell Kaden that he needed to just get used to who he was now, and hope that the same fate wouldn't fall to any other vampire.
Home was quaint, and couldn't have been more different from the EVC. For the most part, it say empty, while she spent most days, and nights in her place of work, tucked away in her chambers below. It was comfortable there, but everyone needed time to escape, and after the sight of the EVC building unbearable for a moment longer, she had gone to her home. For the past two days, she had been relaxing, catching up on her reading, her music. Anything to get her mind off of Kaden, and his damn broken brain. The cello resting between her thighs was one way to accomplish that. A stand rested before her, with nearly black music paper resting in it's cradle. A pencil was held between her lips, as she brought the bow across the strings, trying to find just the perfect note.
When: Night
What: Who is afraid of the big bad wolf?
Where: Ivy's home away from the EVC
Dr. Lydia Butler, aged thirty-two. Blond, blue eyes, five and a half feet tall. If nothing else, Kaden's type was predictable. Throw a fair featured beauty his way, and he was going to lose his head a little. So much so that he would either fail to notice that she was a vampire, or fail to recognise that she was out of her damn mind. Mortal women from what she could tell, were desperate. There were more females populating the earth, than ever before, and they were all looking for the man to fill their bed, or buy them a ring, or be the daddy to their little brats. They were chasing after these men, like they were some prize to be had... why did they think this way? Men were little more than apes, with a broad vocabulary. Call her old fashioned, but men were supposed to be the ones doing the chasing. They came to the ladies home, asked to see her, asked to take her out. Put on a display to win her attention. Not the other way around. If one man didn't fit the bill, just wait five minutes, and another one would come sniffing along in no time. If Lydia had any sense at all, she would move on, and leave Kaden to memory. There were bound to be mortal men just waiting to have their chance with her. All she had to do was loosen up, and stop obsessing over an old lover.
That obsession had become Ivy's, but not for the same reason. The scientist for the EVC weren't exactly being helpful in their search for a way to reverse Kaden's amnesia. They had been searching through the documents recovered from the lab, and still weren't able to make heads of tails of it. Ivy was becoming more, and more frustrated by the day, and she knew that Kaden was as well. It wasn't for his sake that she was anxious. It was for the prosperity of all vampires. This was supposed to be their time, to come to light, and make a plea for the top of the food chain. They weren't supposed to be hunched over large, leather bound books, studying old folk tales, trying to find anything might provide an answer. When Ivy wasn't tending to a number of things Barabas assigned to her, she was sorting through those books. Over, and over again, sure that there would have been something that she over looked. Anything... anything to give her any a glimmer of hope, but it was absent. It might reach a point, where she had to give it up, when she had to tell Kaden that he needed to just get used to who he was now, and hope that the same fate wouldn't fall to any other vampire.
Home was quaint, and couldn't have been more different from the EVC. For the most part, it say empty, while she spent most days, and nights in her place of work, tucked away in her chambers below. It was comfortable there, but everyone needed time to escape, and after the sight of the EVC building unbearable for a moment longer, she had gone to her home. For the past two days, she had been relaxing, catching up on her reading, her music. Anything to get her mind off of Kaden, and his damn broken brain. The cello resting between her thighs was one way to accomplish that. A stand rested before her, with nearly black music paper resting in it's cradle. A pencil was held between her lips, as she brought the bow across the strings, trying to find just the perfect note.
Jul. 27th, 2011
who: Vivian. Dominic. Ivy. [Complete]
what: Enquiring minds want to know.
where: Mansion
when: After dark.
Having breakfast on the back patio as the sun set was a pleasant experience. It was too early for the bugs whose droning drove his sensitive ears mad, so even though they didn’t like supernatural blood and left him alone, he tried to always be done with his shower and finished with breakfast before the sun had entirely disappeared below the skyline. Dom sipped his orange juice, pulling a face at the tang, and turned the page of the newspaper he was reading. He lost track of time and didn’t realise it was fully dark until the solar lights on the patio flickered to life.
Glancing up, he could see the upstairs lights which meant the ladies had risen. He folded the paper, left it lying neatly on the table and headed indoors to see what was on the agenda for the day.
what: Enquiring minds want to know.
where: Mansion
when: After dark.
Having breakfast on the back patio as the sun set was a pleasant experience. It was too early for the bugs whose droning drove his sensitive ears mad, so even though they didn’t like supernatural blood and left him alone, he tried to always be done with his shower and finished with breakfast before the sun had entirely disappeared below the skyline. Dom sipped his orange juice, pulling a face at the tang, and turned the page of the newspaper he was reading. He lost track of time and didn’t realise it was fully dark until the solar lights on the patio flickered to life.
Glancing up, he could see the upstairs lights which meant the ladies had risen. He folded the paper, left it lying neatly on the table and headed indoors to see what was on the agenda for the day.