|[Feb. 8th, 2009|09:14 pm]
Who: Malakai and Gatlin
What: The return of stolen goods, a Talk
When/Where: This evening, New York City
Warnings: Drug trade? Possible vampirism and violence.
Malakai deliberately waited until Rurik was in the room to gather the pills, wanting to make sure the other vampire wasn't going to give him shit for disrupting his stash. There was a moment of anxiety, like that of a child with his hand caught in the sweets, when Rurik turned to see him gathering Gatlin's vicodin into a bag. He couldn't help but laugh when the man chided him... for absuing narcotics.
"He noticed the bottle missing. He wants them back- the pills. I told him I would buy off the street for him, but I am feeling lazy. I promise, he will take them first," With a lopsided smile, he zipped the plastic bag shut and shoved it into his pocket. After a quick, obscene kiss, he headed out the door, running for the portkey and whisking himself off to New York.
Managed to land with a bit of grace, this time, and only stumbled slightly as he made his way out to the mouth of the alley, and towards Gatlin's home. He received a few odd looks on his way to the boy's door, but just muttered at them in Russian, most getting the point that he wasn't someone to mess with. At the boy's door, he gave a few rough knocks, hoping to be heard over the loud music in the hall.
|[Jan. 28th, 2009|09:35 pm]
Who: Kai and Rurik, Gatlin
What: Feedings, of various types
When/Where Tonight, starting in the vampire's house, to NYC
Warnings: Vampirism, possible violence, discussion of graphic violence
Malakai was waiting on the couch in the front room, distracting himself with a cigarette while Rurik prepared himself to go meet Gatlin. He figured the man could use a moment alone to compose himself. And on top of that, he was in the bedroom, and he kne wif he approached, they would never leave the house that night.
There was still too much unresolved. Too many wounds, open and bleeding, that needed to be rectified. But for now, he had to ignore that. They needed to focus on getting Rurik fed, on keeping him sane. The rest could come, once he was sure he was staying. Once he was sure they were safe.
"Come now, lover," Gatlin seemed like a patient boy, but he was also a druggie. The last thing they needed was for him to be high, when they got there.
|[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.
|[Dec. 31st, 2008|06:40 pm]
When: New Year's Eve
Where: Jade's club, grab a portkey
What: Ringing in the New Year
Warnings: Most likely, anything goes at her club
Note: Since this log is OTA, if you want to approach a particular person, just put something in the subject of your response. Essentially have fun. Whee.
( Party time )
|[Oct. 9th, 2008|12:13 pm]
Who: Gatlin Harris, Jade, Mark House and probably a few NPCs
When: After Gatlin's post wondering where Mark was.
Where: Jade's club
What: Sex- lots of it and most likely lots of group.
Warnings: See the what.
Status: In progress
( I'm too sexy for my... )