|- (gatlin_harris) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-01-03 18:10:00
|gatlin harris, malakai chmelyk
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.