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[Oct. 30th, 2008|09:33 pm] |
Who: Mark House, Draegan Storm
What: Draegan wants a fix
Where: Draegan's Lair
When: Tonight
Warnings: Possible violence, vampire feeding
Draegan had sent two of his minions to bring House to him. He was anxious, his strength waning without a recent feed. He could just as easily go out and hunt for a meal, but he felt more inclined toward familiarity, this evening. So he sat at his desk, idly tapping a Sharpie against his chin while he waited for House to be delivered to him. He'd instructed his goons to be quick, he was in no mood to sit around.
He turned the television on, though it failed to hold his attention, and after a moment he turned it off again. The silence was near deafening, his keen hearing tuned to hear the sounds of his evening guest arriving. He rose to his feet, Sharpie held to his lips as a distinguished gentleman might hold a cigar, as he sauntered toward the door, to meet the arriving party. |
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[Oct. 4th, 2008|11:18 pm] |
Who: Draegan Storm and Mark House
What: Meeting
Where: Tokyo
When: Tonight
Warnings: None yet.
Draegan had given the boy directions to get to the pub where he sat, bursing a drink while he waited. He had every faith Mark House would show up. Despite the rocky nature of their conversation, he'd judged young Mr House to be a man of his word. Draegan glanced at his watch casually, thoughts wandering to consider how the boy's blood might taste. He had never been particularly fond of American Blood for some reason, but he was willing to give it a try.
He glanced to the door, and sighed. Mark House was beginning to look like a no show, and Draegan didn't take well to being stood up. If the boy was smart, he'd make his grand entry within the next five minutes. Draegan was not a patient man, and if he had to hunt the kid down himself, he'd be far more likely to drain him of every drop of his precious blood. |
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