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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|06:03 pm] |
Who: Catia, Cassandra Crowley, and Adriel
What: Lucky grandson-of-Satan. Getting Lucky.
When/Where: Tonight-ish, the MGM Grand Casino in Las Vegas
Warnings: Yes. NC-17, vampirism, et al.
Catia had made her way over to a private little seating area in the casino's bar, keeping an eye out for the gorgeous blonde that had come to see her earlier, and his woman. She was a little disappointed the night wasn't going to go as planned, with the girlfriend tagging along, but she did have needs besides the blood, and at least a few of them would be met for sure. She was already working on the first- alcohol- while she waited.
Cassie had stopped giving Adriel Looks since he'd mentioned the idea of the threesome, even if she had agreed. The portkey trip on the way over had been considerably tame, Cassie trying to make him sweat things out, until she saw this mythical vampire for herself. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|06:10 pm] |
Who: Gatlin Harris and Malaki Chmlyk
What: A prearranged meeting
Where: Some nondescript hotel room
When: This afternoon
Warnings: Mortal Stupidity. Vampirism. Bleeding.
Gatlin camped out at the address he'd given Malaki well before it was time for the vampire to arrive. Gat had a habit of being late, if he wasn't early. So he took up a pose, sitting agianst a light post, waiting. He had his iPod, classical music feeding into his ears. He was half asleep, when he had that feeling of being watched, and he looked up to see someone standing over him, silouetted in the setting sun. "Malakai?" he asked, lifting a hand to shield his eyes.
Weird, to think a vampire could walk in broad day light. Even if the sun was going down, it was still shining brightly in the sky. Maybe he should have questioned that a little more, but he didn't really care. He wasn't outwardly suicidal, he wasn't exactly looking to be killed. He wanted something else entirely form the vampire nation, but he knew asking outright wouldn't go over well. So he took his time, trying to reel one in, maybe make himself a familiar, before he brought that up. And if he died in the meantime, well. he figured he deserved it for the cat and mouse game he was playing. |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|09:27 pm] |
Who: Antigone, Anteros, Psyche
What: A talk
Where: The Winchester Mansion
Warnings: Three Gods walk into a room...
( You should have said no... ) |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|10:29 pm] |
Who: Cassidy, Soren, Sable and Henn
What: Impromptu dance party!
Where: Switzerland
When: Now-ish!
Warnings: Very yes.
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