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Selene (bulletsandblood) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-11 23:01:00

Entry tags:

!complete, day 15, location: carnival, remy lebeau, selene

Who: Selene and Gambit.
What: The vampire is finally free, or so she thinks.
Where: The Carnival, outside the Tunnel of Love.
When: Day 15, 12:00 PM.
Rating: PG-13 for likely swearing, could change.
Status: Complete.

It was with a start that Selene came to, all senses on high alert after all she had been through over the last four hours. And thank the gods, or whatever it was mortals found faith in, they hadn't taken away her sight again. Her hands dug into the dirt as she turned from her side and swiftly got to her feet, head snapping from one side to the other as she tried to take in her surroundings as quickly as possible. It was a small relief to be outdoors. If she saw another small room it would be too soon. But this was not a place she recognized, even if she did know the names for the scenery scattered around her.

As she moved to walk one of her boots brushed something solid, making her glance down, and the vampire bent to pick up the small box that had been beside her. Her brows furrowed and confusion grew when she opened it and surveyed the contents. "What the hell..." she murmured to herself, hesitating a moment before plucking the objects out and stashing them in various pockets inside her trenchcoat. They had no immediate use to her but that didn't mean there was no use. Things were most definitely not as they seemed and it was making her turn to caution, and caution said not to discard anything. The box, however, she left.

Only after she started walking did she think to look to the sky, eyes squinting slightly at what sunlight seeped around the clouds. Her shoulders tensed but she brushed aside the deeply ingrained instinct to seek shelter. Unless the sun was made of something different here it could not harm her. That was what she had to tell herself. It was still a bit unsettling, in light of her close call with the fire that morning. Or at least, she assumed it had been morning. Her hands went to her empty hip holsters out of habit, wishing not for the first time she had a gun, even an unloaded gun, to bring her some small measure of comfort. Looking around again, she headed toward some of the empty booths, figuring it couldn't hurt to see if there might be anything of use around. This was unfamiliar territory, and the vampire would explore systematically, just as she did when they used to hunt lycans out in the forests. If she came across anyone she would deal with them as necessary.

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ace_of_clubs
2009-07-12 06:00 am UTC (link)

"You mus' be new." Came the languid, drawling voice of the Cajun, who was circling around the carousel to get a better look at the dark-haired woman who was stashing the tube socks in her trench coat. Oooh, he liked her coat. Careful, Selene. He liked other people's trench coats.. it was sort of a running gag. He had his (ruined) trench coat, he had Jack Harkness' trench coat (a Royal Air Force one from the 1950's.. he loved it), and he had the Doctor's trench coat (a simple brown wool thing, but it was bigger on the inside..), which he was wearing at the moment. He had a thing for trench coats, and if you weren't very careful, he might try to get his hands on it. Everyone here, after all, was worried about him stealing something or another of theirs. Even though they didn't have any real reason to be. Did he look like a thief?

Don't answer that.

"M' Gambit." He offered by way of introduction and allowed his lips to curl up into a smile. She was beautiful-- stunning, even. Absolutely gorgeous. And that outfit? She was like a dominatrix or something. She could spank him. That'd be A-Okay with the red-head. "Wha'cher name?" He questioned with that slow, easy (but hard to understand) Cajun accent.. as he came slowly forward, pushing his hands into the pockets of his trench coat (it was freezing outside.. forty-three degrees was not okay. It was unnatural!) and clenched them there, he offered her an easy, charming smile, his movements languid and lazy, cat-like in their grace as he closed the distance between them.

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bulletsandblood
2009-07-12 06:19 am UTC (link)

The vampire started at the sound of a voice, spinning on a heel to face the direction it came from, and one hand was halfway to her holster before she remembered she had no weapons. It must have been the breeze that kept the scent of blood or the sound of a beating heart from her. Or perhaps her nerves were just that frazzled from her experiences thus far. Either way, Selene was not the least bit pleased to have someone sneak up on her. Sure, he was a safe distance away, but all the same.

Before she had time to demand a name he was giving it and her eyes narrowed as she watched him suspiciously. As he came closer her senses picked up on what she'd been missing and part of her was relieved that he smelled human. His accent though, that was completely unfamiliar to her. Was he a local perhaps? "Selene," she finally answered, looking him over as she tried to determine what kind of a threat he might pose. That was when his eyes caught her attention and her shoulders tensed. No human she had ever seen had eyes like that, but he smelled as human as anyone. Perhaps they were some sort of contacts, wasn't that supposed to be a popular thing among mortals? She almost wished she paid attention to the creatures. "Where is this place?" She decided against 'what' in case he gave her a ridiculously obvious answer.