Cordelia Chase (miss_c_is_here) wrote in vivavampvegas, @ 2010-06-25 23:59:00 |
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Oh He Who Lurks in Shadows
Who: Draven and Cordelia
Where: Outside of a casino
When: Friday 6/25, About 4 a.m.
Cordelia stormed out of the casino that she had tried out at. You'd think that she'd be used to crappy auditions now. It wasn't like she hadn't gone through them dozens of times in LA before she had come here to Vegas. However, there they had insulted her acting abilities. Tonight the guy had insulted her dancing ability, which she KNEW he was full of crap about. This ex-cheerleader had taken years upon years of dance lessons before heading up Sunnydale High School's cheerleading squad for three years, she knew she could dance. That guy was just full of crap. She started walking back to her car in the parking lot, muttering to herself about just a jackass the head of the showgirls of this place was.
"I wouldn't fret about it, you know." Standing outside, seemingly watching her walk, was a tall, long-haired young man in faded and ripped jeans, a skintight black t-shirt, and a tilted fedora. He leaned on a black cane with both hands, and smirked. "If you didn't get the job... it just means you have class. THAT 'gentleman' only tends to hire girls that will sleep with him at the audition. So congrats. You have morals."
Cordelia actually nearly jumped out of her skin. She may have lived through Sunnydale and it's nasty vamp population, and then dealt with LA and its...well, everything population, but that didn't mean that she still couldn't get the pants scared out of her by someone talking to her out of the shadows. "Thanks," she said. "You guys old friends or something?"
"Hardly. I've... already had to prevent him from taking advantage of a few young ladies. Trust me... you can do much better, job-wise." He stepped forward then, whispering to her. "He also likes young girls. YOUNG girls. If I were you... I would leave. I'm here... because I'm going to kill him." Well... nothing like admitting it, huh? "Men who prey on children are not men at all... and should suffer for their crimes. And if the justice system won't touch him... I will."
She shuddered. OK, was already getting the serious creep vibe before he admitted he was going to kill the guy. "You gonna get past all the security detail that he keeps in there?" she asked him. OK, the world could use one last child toucher, but this guy was seriously weird.
"Oh... I'm fairly confident their security will be easy to get past." He smirked, knowing he merely had to use his powers of energy control to crush the camera lenses before they even saw him coming. "I don't mean to sound creepy or anything... it's just that this guy tried to prey on a girl who means a lot to me." Granted, that girl was also a living WEAPON who could have murdered the man with her bare hands, but shh. "And the law won't protect people like her, or like me. So sometimes... we need to do it ourselves."
"Kay," she said with a slight nod. "Sill coming off creepy, so that's something you should work on, seriously. The hanging in shadows and stuff makes you scary." Cordelia was obviously never one to mince words. "What sort of friend you got that the law won't protect?"
"A girl who's already been through more pain and suffering than a person twice her age should know." He replied, shaking his head. "You got a name? Since I'm planning on walking you home now, I should at least know that."
"Well, you can walk me as far as my car, I guess," she said. "And it's Cordelia. You got a name other than 'guy who lurks in shadows'?" Well, at least he seemed kind of noble. More than most guys.
"Draven." He said simply, offering a lopsided grin. "Although 'Guy Who Lurks In Shadows' does have a certain flow to it..."
"Well, since you're doing it, I bet it would," Cordelia said, starting to make her way toward her car again. "So, do you usually do this 'lurking and saving' people or is this just an occasional thing?"
"It's more of a... hobby, I suppose. The girl I... protect... and I don't have much... so we have a lot of free time. We tend to use it trying to do good." He smirked, as he realized HE tried to do good, anyway. Project 27 just did it because it was an excuse to hurt people.
"OK," she said, feeling a tiny bit relieved when she reached her car. "Well, this is my car, which I guess means you can go inside and get to killing my almost boss although now I'm so glad that he won't ever be if he's a touchy feely type with kids."
He just stared at her as if she had two heads there. She was... rambly, yet oddly forthcoming. She seemed to not have that filter in her head that told one what was tactful and what wasn't. "If you ever need me... I'm not a hard man to find."
"Somehow I get that feeling," she admitted. "Guess you wouldn't happen to have a business card or anything, though." That would make things less complicated, anyway.
If he were the blushing type... he would have, then. He had NOTHING, barely owning the clothes he wore. "Sorry. But trust me... we're always around."
Cordelia nodded. "Guess I'll be seeing you around then." Even if he came off as a little creepy, can't hurt to have a sort of protector, can it?