She smirks wryly, letting her arms drop to her sides. "Only if you insist.." the Chasi replies, her voice nearly insane-sounding compaired to her young features. "I assume you have another errand we need to finish?" The question was unnecessairy. There was always something else.

As she finishes speaking, the small, flower-shaped cerulean pendant worn around her neck began to slowly shimmer. The Chasi's body seemed to unnaturally mature, and, within a few seconds, she was fourteen. Unnatural, and slightly creepy for one unfamilliar with her race.

"This better be interesting. Every other time you drag me out of here, it ends up being a wild goose chase. I came here for adventure. We both did."

Artoii
USA - Friday, March 10, 2006 at 07:52:17 (MST)

Darkess rolles her eyes. "You've gotta stop being so... Innocent, Artoii. It isn't working... At all. Lose the little girl look." she says, grinning slightly. Her sister was a Spirth, or more correctly, a Spirth protector. She was older than she looked, having two different forms. The younger form was herself, immature for protection, whilst the elder was for strength. Also, a Chasi. Able to bond with animals through slight words, having a natural connection with nature.

Darkess
USA - Sunday, March 05, 2006 at 06:08:27 (MST)

"Uh oh.." she mutters, wishing desperately to sink into the wall itself. "Darkess, I don't wanna fight right now..." she mumbles, knowing the shadow could hear every word. Her hands bunch up in her pockets, and she slowly steps from the dark, looking up at her suster with wide, aquatic-like eyes.

Artoii
USA - Sunday, March 05, 2006 at 06:02:38 (MST)

She grins, looking around for her counterpart Spirth. Darkess was, obviously, the smarter of the two, and, albeit that darker. She smirks as she notices the movement to her left, stepping over that way, before crossing her arms in front of her chest. "C'mon out, Artoii..." she says, her voice almost bored-sounding.

Darkess
USA - Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 16:56:25 (MST)

She looks warily around, her hands nervously playing with her grey-coloured robes, which looked about a size too big for her. She sighs, confirming she is alone, and steps back into the shadows of a building, watching anything that moves from her new point of view. Her stance is unsure, but unseen, for her robes blend perfectly with the shadows, making her invisible. This was her element, despite how unsure she was of herself. A shadow was her sister, they were both raised to stay in the dark... She sighs, knowing she is completely save... Or so she thinks...

Artoii
USA - Tuesday, February 21, 2006 at 16:52:11 (MST)

i want to here from you.

samininis saminini <samininis@yahoo.com>
USA - Thursday, July 21, 2005 at 19:44:02 (MDT)

Rain can chear up the worst of days *smiles* Well it is getting a bit early. Take care.

*walks in the house and smiles "till we meet agean"*

Andruith
USA - Tuesday, June 24, 2003 at 13:34:29 (MDT)

*She peaked her head just inside the doorway, cautious though she didn't know why. The colors of her irises swirled violently as she cocked her head to the side*

Actually...I don't mind the rain so much.

Random
USA - Friday, May 09, 2003 at 22:03:31 (MDT)

Walked slowly up to the home of this wyrm creature, this leach. What floor did he reside in and what room? This will be fun to figuer out.
"If I bump in to any one else that is a agent of the wyrm, they will also feel the wrath of Thomas Moonswhisper. Gaya keep me safe, Ancesters give me curage, and sprites give me strangth!"
He slowly walks in to the building of the wyrm.

Moonswhisper
USA - Thursday, April 10, 2003 at 13:16:38 (MDT)

Well my upbringing is what you would call unusual..... Thats all well It looks like it will rain soon so you be free to come in and stay out of the cold.

*Andruith reaches out his hand twords the door waiting for his unusual friend to come in*

Its not much but it be something I like to call home.

Andruith
USA - Tuesday, March 25, 2003 at 09:07:13 (MST)

* She giggled a little loudly as she moved her hands from their "gun" position to rest on her hips*

And people think I'm strange. You really thought this was a weapon? What kind of upbringing did you have? Andruith, hmm? That's as bad as "Random". That's me by the way. People call me Random.

Random
USA - Wednesday, February 19, 2003 at 21:43:59 (MST)

Running through the Streets Seeing that lovely color of red fill his yellow eyes. His deturmination grows with every step of his four feet. The moon lighting his way as he navigats the streets ever whachfull for a leach one with silver hair and water eyes soon he will know Final death. He would make sure of that the worm will get another one of his children back. drule started to fall slowly from his muzzle as his mind melded in this thought the taist of the coruption as it slowy moved in to its final dark home that would be Moonswhispers gift.

Moonswhisper
USA - Monday, February 17, 2003 at 17:55:06 (MST)

I ve sat in the corner for way to long watching everyone... ive been to quiet...maybe i should speak or should i sit and let them go at it? do they know who i am? or what i am able to do ...no ... no they dont.. ? "what stranger dares to uphold a weapon on the ground's of adamar? What is the reason for this?"

Zenith Cove <whiterabbit614@hotmail.com>
USA - Monday, February 17, 2003 at 13:08:14 (MST)

*looks some what amused at the stranger.*
Hello can I help you?
*look at the "gun"*
No need for wepones here you are amoung a freind. So my name is Andruith. What is yours? *smiles*

Andruith
USA - Thursday, January 16, 2003 at 13:49:24 (MST)

* With a haughty laugh she jumped out from behind the corner, her "gun" aimed at the silver-haired stranger before her*

"Freeze, dirtbag!"

Random
USA - Tuesday, January 14, 2003 at 22:53:19 (MST)

Holds his cheast as he leens on a trash can."I should have killed that ass hole!" He looks down at his cheast sliver "Of all things he hade to use fucking silver!" "I will find that ass hole he will fucking die" He looks up to the moon and silently vows to kill this silver haired leach. "I swear he will feel my claws!" Those where the last word spoken as the man became a wolf as black as the nights sky. A howl ecode as Moonwhisper when on the prowl.

Moonswhisper
USA - Tuesday, January 14, 2003 at 07:45:14 (MST)

*The sound of a motorcycle engine hummed as silver hair flew freely. The figure drove at full speed down an empty street...*

I hate fucking dogs.*he thought as he started to slow down*

All they had to do was find out that I was a blood sucker and blam the shit hits the fan and I am running form that stupid excuse for a rug all fucking night.I hope I lost him all I want to do is go home and rest.

*his motor stops and a man slowly rose from his bike his thine physic acented by the firm muscules of his body. His silver eyes caching all the light around him as he ajusts his leather jaket.*

Fuck dogs *he mutters as he walks in to an apartment door his katana clanging agenst the door frame.*

Andruith <andruith1@yahoo.com>
USA - Tuesday, January 14, 2003 at 07:35:51 (MST)

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USA - Tuesday, April 10, 2001 at 09:18:27 (MDT)

A few pulls later he gives up his struggle and gives into her feast. She takes every drop of his vitae until she can no longer feel his heart beating. A quick motion lets her seal the place where she fed. As her grip releases from him, his lifeless body sinks to the ground at her feet and she smirks. The hunger still growing inside of her. She looks down at the body and picks it up effortlessly. She slides herself and the body through the opening in the fence and off to the alley. The entire area now seeming more dark and deserted now that the crowds have left the street. She props the body up against a trash can and pushes it up slightly with her boot. A slight cool breeze picks up, pushing a strand of hair into her eyes. She kneels before the body, her leathers creaking slightly as she runs a delciate finger over his face. His feature so youthful, so innocent. A very low sigh slips from her lips, the only sign that she feels anything for her prey. Her now blood red lips curl into a ahlf smyle as her fingers trail off his face, down his body and removes his wallet taking the money. She whispers to herself...

Well a girl has to live.

across the night air comes the cooing sounds of the two in the alley, slowly making their way out into the street. Adena stands up and grins, her white fangs shimmering slightly in the moonlight. Deep inside of her, the beast demands to be fed, the hunger still not appeased. She casually makes her way back to the chain fence and slips under it. Leaning back the fence, the chains clink in the silence. She licks her lips and runs her tongue over her fangs as she watches the two, slowly walk her way. Sliding her hands into the pockets of her duster, she watches and waits

Adena
USA - Wednesday, January 10, 2001 at 08:19:46 (MST

They flood into the streets like cattle being relased from the pen. Their loud, obnoxious laughter disrupts the silence. Their chatter coated with a high from drugs, alcohol and adrenaline. With little effort, Adena had moved back, away from the crowd, watching listening, like a hawk intent on finding it's prey. She didn't feel the need to hide, to stalk her prey from the shadows. None of them would notice her anyway. She fit into their "scene" with her pale looks and dark clothes. Just another "wanna be" to all of them, what little they knew. So she watched and waited for just the right moment.

She breathes deeply, taking in the smells of the crowd and savoring them. She smirks, watching the young girl run off to the alley and her companion following close behind, both alone removed from the crowd, easy prey, the both of them.

Her eyes flick to the groups of males who tease and taunt the young girl sick in the alley. They proposition her, they laugh at her. The boyfriend stands up to them, chases them away. The men leave, patting each other on the back for a job well done. Her eyes flick to the alley, sounds of compassion fliter out from it. She smirks. Her eyes flick back to the crowd and spies the last rush from the club.

This group is the loudest of all. In a drunken stooper they yell, argue, fight, then making amends. Her eyes flick over all of them, watching listening, finally making her choice. The leader of the group drops something from his pocket and doesn't notice. Adena chuckles to herself, what a perfect opening to ask him to "dance".

Her movements are swift and quiet as she weaves herself through the crowd. Adnea reaches down and picks up the wallet, opens it and reads the name...."Josh". She stands in the street and taps the wallet, against her palm, the rest of the crowd splitting and moving around her. Behind closed lips, she flicks her toungue over her fangs and smyles, watching her prey....His short blond hair spiked, black shirt with no sleeves, black pants, combat boots....laughter roars from the group, all unaware of her gaze.

Adena walks up behind Josh and taps his shoulder, he turns and grins as they continue to walk in the crowd. Word are exchanged as she hands over the wallet. She forces a laff, and he buys into it. His friends slap his back and move away with the crowd. She leans close and whipsers something. Josh nods and stops. Her eyes flick to the shadows of the buidling near the chain fence then back to her prey. She runs a finger from his pierced ear down his neck and over his chest as she pushes him close to the building where the fence began, hidden from the prying eyes of the crowd.

Her eyes flick red. His eyes widen. She leans forward and her tongue flicks over his lips, still tasting of the last beer of the eve. He moans. If they had been noticed...it would look as if just another couple was trying to make the eve last one second longer, to her it was the next step in her "dance". She move to his ear and whispers something and kisses his neck, the scent of his blood becomes overpowering. She presses herself close against him, gripping the fence behind him. The beast demanding to be satisfied.

He mistakes her movements for something else and nuzzles into her neck. She cannot control the beast any longer. Her fangs now fully exposed, sink deep into his neck, letting the warmth of his life force fill her mouth and rush down her throat. She savors the flavour of this one and closes her eyes, totally emersing herself in the final move in thier dance. He tried to move away, but she held his head to her neck, pinning his body against the building. He could fight all he wished..but he was no match for her..and she would feed...and feed well.

Adena
USA - Sunday, December 10, 2000 at 19:12:43 (MST

Cyrena had noticed that lights stopped flickering, that music more or less seemed to drop in noise, a softer, quieter volume to it. Therefore the explosion of voices and bodies pouring from that basement nightclub was not a surprised. It was more or less expected. And thusly she had moved.

Like rats out of the aqueduct they poured. In all their noveau riche outfits. Made all the more ridiculous for their trying to appear poor. For their trying to appear, well like her.

Cyrena had indeed slid deeper into the shadows, pressing against the wall.Not so much to avoid them per se, but so she could find a likely victim. Eyes flicked back and forth as she watched.

As she watched that group of likely lads, their testosterone levels risen so high that it hung above their heads in the night. Thier pushing back against in each in male humour. HEr eyes flicked back and forth. A smile prised across her lips as she found one that looked, well good enough.

So she moved. As they did. Moved to follow to pick off her little dear. She all but salivated at the prospect of tasting that sweet and divine vitae. She could smell it's pulsing breath within her nostrils.

The beast was hunting and would not be denied. So she moved. Pressed closed and all but lingered over theyoung lad as they took to the park for something or other. The girl she could hear was sobbing about how ill she found. Her boyfriend having his arm curled around her in some effort to calm her. Worry flickering through him. Her parents were going to kill him.

Cyrena chuckled. Let him deal with them, whilst she had fun with dear heart Richard. A likely lad that seemed to have more of that illicit hormone coursing through his viens than most. The flicker of dark leather tails as he walked more than caught her attention. The skulkingmanner of boots with silvere buckles that gleamed in the night.

It was an easy enough choice. Fingers curled and tucked as she moved. Fingers pressed into his leather as she curled them around and drew him back, fingers that clamped over his mouth to quell that scream and fangs that sank deeply into that pulsing vien of goodness.

She pressed him up against the wall, slamming herself into him as that first sweet scented taste slammed across her tastebuds. A soft groan of appreciation fled her lips as that sweet crimson coarsed down her throat.

Oh very nice.

Cyrena Valenta
USA - Saturday, December 09, 2000 at 13:29:29 (MST

A sudden rush of sound interrupts the raven's scrutiny of the two pretty blood drinkers below as 2AM approaches, and the club begins to empty.

Mortals and others, all milling around in small groups drift out into the street. Boys in skirts and girls in whiteface paint and black lipstick all pose for one another in typical young human dramatic style.

One drunk girl wanders into the alley, and the sound of loud vomiting can be heard. This is apparently her first time out "clubbing", and she's had a little too much to drink. A small group of males hover like vultures outside her dank little haven. It would seem that despite her filthy condition, there are still those looking to get "a piece". It's enough to disgust even this carrion eater, and that's saying something. The raven shrugs it off...the nature of the beast.

He watches a trio of goth teens rub against one another in drug induced ecstasy. He watches most of the parade filter into the all night coffeehouse across the street, or wander off to cars parked along the darkened street.

Then his beady black eyes go to pick out the lovely night angel and her cocky, but sparkly new acquaintance. He finds, with no surprise, that they have moved off into a slightly less noticeable niche in the surrounding buildings. Two sets of feral eyes scan the crowd, like two panthers seeking out the weak members of the herd.

Now, only a few conversations murmer through the night, and a soft male voice can be made out comforting the occupant of the alley. The other males argue, raise voices in indecipherable competition, then peace is made and they, too, leave. The raven settles in to watch the watchers, readjusting his grip on the rooftiles only slightly, eyes glittering with the light of the stars.

Rook
USA - Friday, December 08, 2000 at 18:43:39 (MST

She chuckles and shifts her weight slightly.

Yes one never really knows who you will run into on these streets.

her tongue races over a fang behind closed lips. A fatted calf...now that sounded like something she was looking for. Another quick glance down the alley.

raises an eyebrow at the question Yes, I live in the neighborhood. I perfer the silence this place can bring it's rather....invigorating. The city can be.... smirk ...disruptive to one's lifestyle at times.

her eyes slowly drop and gaze at the crystal around her neck. A smyle creeps across her pale red lips. Her delicate fingers curls around the silver chain and lifts it slightly, watching it sway back and forth as it dangles. It catches and reflects the light from the street lamps. Her eyes flick from the ball to Cyrena and back

Yes it is a curious little thing isn't it. smirks A....present...from a "friend". runs a finger down the side of the ball, feeling it's smoothness, then lets it drop back against her body and her eyes flick back to Cyrena It always draws attention in one form or another. she chuckles to herself thinking how she recieved her valuable little "trinket" and how handy it becomes some evenings. A soft inhale and exhale of the chilled air as her hands slide effortlessly into the pockets of her duster. I think we are going to have company soon.

eyes flick to the alley again and stay there, watching and waiting

Adean
USA - Thursday, December 07, 2000 at 11:49:27 (MST

Yessss....very interesting trinket...

The raven's talons twitch and his beady eyes grow wide as he focuses on the necklace. With an almost amusingly avian version of what would be a human expression of teeth-grinding resistance, he uses his willpower to avoid the compulsive fixation enough to pay attention to the conversation. The question regarding the necklace makes it slightly easier, hitting as it does, the core of his current interest. What is it with ravens and shiny things??

Rook
USA - Tuesday, December 05, 2000 at 20:23:01 (MST

Ah yes that one. Pity, but rregardless. Her eyes flick up over the building. A quick glance. Hmmm. Moving towards the designated door down that alley. Wannabe's all of them. Playing at being goth. Trying, in their collectiveness to be shocking, to be individual. Oh yes she'd seen it all, from hippies, to punks, to Renaissance and now a surgance of Goth's and Wiccans. The younger ones that slide so easily into a mould that someone, somewhere started. Thinking perhaps it's more a fashion thing and it's all controlled by those who are too young to even go down that road. A way to earn big money.

She laughs and raises an eyebrow. "Yes scoping out the area." A light smirk peels over her black lips. A secret she holds. Leathered fingers tuck and slide over her arms. "You could say I'm waiting for the fatted calf." An eye brow raises curiously.

"As for that person with the envelope, I must agree. Very interesting." Her tongue flicks out to tap against the roof of her mouth."Perhaps later we'll see him again." She s miles and lets her eyes drift back to that door.

"So, w hat about you? Live around here?" Her eyes shift to the crystal that hangs around the girls neck. "Curious trinket you have there."

Cyrena Valenta
USA - Monday, December 04, 2000 at 18:10:56 (MST

she turns her head slightly looking up the street. Then looks back at Cyrena. She pushes off the building with her shoulders, her foot falling right into a casual walk. He boots softly hitting the pavement, the crystal neclace around her neck bounces slightly against her tank top as she walks. As she approaches Cyrena, her lips curl into a smyle. She stops a safe distance from her. Her steel eyes look directly into Cyrena's. No one could say she couldn't be proper when the moment struck her.

Pleasure to meet you as well. her eyes flick to the dark alley directly behind Cyrena, then flick back to her face Reason? Well, as far as I can see the club up the street hasn't let out yet. Of course, this is a rather desolate area.

she stands feet apart, the heel of one of her boots flat against the pavement, toes pointing up Actually, I was referring to the man who took the envelope. He seemed interesting. Too bad he took off in such a hurry.

looks at Cyrena and whispers in a low voice So, what's a nice girl like you doing out here so late? soft laff as the wind picks up again

Adena
USA - Friday, December 01, 2000 at 21:46:26 (MST

Every cautious not to give out too much information, by words or deed, she shifts her hands, curling and sliding them into her pockets.

A slight smile curling over her lips, they tugging at the corners. She shifts. Her senses heightened. Eyes drop as she concentrates and then lifts the green orbs. Some would say she's in a continual state of jealousy, and that could not be further from the truth. Cyrena likes to keep to herself at times.

A slight roll of a shoulder within the leather. Yes you could say she was new, or not. It didnt really matter. Her lips thin and press together. "Apart from the fact that the streets so empty?"

She tips her head, turns it and her eyes down the road. Something had caught her attention. Ah nothing really. Her eyes flick back to Adena. "Well then it's a pleasure to meet you. Any reason for such a vast emptiness?"

Cyrena Valenta
, USA - Friday, December 01, 2000 at 05:46:22 (MST

The raven still clutches the edge of the rooftop, and has fluffed up his feathers a bit to keep in his body heat on this chilly night. His beady black eyes glitter, and he catches the shine of the crystal necklace around that one's neck. He studies it very, VERY intently. It's quite shiny. One wonders if it is valuable.

Rook
USA - Saturday, November 25, 2000 at 22:33:44 (MST

Her smirk turns to a twisted smyle. She watches Cyrena tap her fingers. Ahhh another impatient one. A slight chuckle, should she play the game or give this one what she wanted?

My my. Aren't we the impatient one.

she keeps her place leaning against the building, never shifting, but her eyes flick over Cyrena. Watching, and noting everything. You never know what kind of information might be useful

Since you have asked..I am Adena.

her eyes flick up and down the street, head still facing Cyrena. Her ears catching on that one, interesting phrase "I could say you are new?" Makes me think you've been here before. looks Cyrena over and breathes out slowly

Notice anying unusual around these parts?

The moonlight catches on the crystal sphere about her neck, the only real change in her stance

Adena
USA - Thursday, November 23, 2000 at 22:56:20 (MST

A smirk presses over her lips. Lips which remain tightly closed. No use in giving away too much information too quickly. She rolls her shoulders slightly within the leather, an action she does often. Bring her arms up to cross over her chest. The black leather creeking in mild protest at this action.

She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, transferring it with a lazy swing of her hips. Fingers tap with some impatience. "I didnt catch your name. As you know mine is it not courteous to reciprocate?"

Cyrena knew what that this vampire, yes she knew what a vampire was, those flashing of fangs was quite obvious. "And yes you could say I'm new here. Just looking around to see what's what. I'm sure you know what I mean."

Her eyes catch and watch the delicate dispatching of the curl. Her own hair straight and pulled back into a loose fashioning of a braid that slid down her back. Following the line between shoulder blades and down to her waist.

Cyrena Valenta
, USA - Thursday, November 23, 2000 at 11:21:47 (MST

She flicks her tongue over her fangs and smirks. In a casual motion, she leans herself back against the building, crossing her arms in front of her. The leather creaking just slightly.

Were you now?

She looks Cyrena over. This one was new. Newbies to the city were always so cautious. The corner of her mouth curls into a grin, just a hint of her fang showing in the light. A strand of stray hair snakes across her pale features as the wind picks up

New here aren't you?

She was not going to make introductions. If the newbie wanted to know something, she would just have to ask the right question. A long, thin finger curls around the strand of hair and drags it slowly across her face, returning it to its place. Her eyes never leaving Cyrena, sizing her up.

Adena
USA - Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 10:03:19 (MST

The almost imperceptible rustle of the duster was caught by her. Her senses heightened in such a strange area. Strange only because the city was new. She was not yet used to the area. Not yet, but she had every intention of making her mark here.

The light of the moon teased and played with the lay of the leather. It echoed and ran rampant of the flesh of the dead. A smirk pressed over her black lips. The head was turned and gloved hands shifted to curl around leathered hips.

A shift of her weight, shunting her hip out. "No problems. I wondered when you would show yourself?"

Cyrena smirked slightly and let her eyes travel over the woman. Appraising her, not as another woman, but one that could very well pose a threat to her own well being.

It paid to be cautious.

Cyrena Valenta
, USA - Wednesday, November 22, 2000 at 07:08:11 (MST

The mist gradually subsides as the dark, heavy clouds begin to dissipate. Now, the moonlight falls on the street, and the stars twinkle overhead. The wind picks up a little. A large raven lands on the now unoccupied rooftop and grips a cornice, eyes glittering, to watch the activity below.

Rook
USA - Tuesday, November 21, 2000 at 15:42:29 (MST

she watched as that man walked off, shunned so to speak by the woman. Her eyes followed him as he walked towards the chain fence. She could hear it clinking, the sound echoing up to the rooftops. Then he was out of sight. She gave a slight shrug. Impatience was not something she tolerated anyway. Her gaze returned to this woman who was obviously not prepared for another to be around. A voice echoed up to the rooftop "The name was Cyrena by the way." Cyrena? Interesting name. She looked up at the moon and smirked to herself. She whispered to it..

Why not.

she slid her body off the ledge. She fell and landed silently onto the ground below, directly across from Cyrena. She straightened her duster, pushes back her hair and smirks hearing the low growl.

Problems Cyrena?

Adena
USA - Monday, November 20, 2000 at 20:33:40 (MST

She frowned. Distracted, she'd heard something. Behind her, near her. In the shadows. Her eyes flicked.

"Hmmm?" Her eyes dropped to the hand offered. She shook her head. No that wasnt it. There was someone else near.

"The name was Cyrena by the way." She called after him as he walked on.

The exchange was interesting, but the one that had crept up had thrown her off. Turning and stepping back, avoiding the lip of the walk that could easily have tripped her, she narrowed her eyes. A low growl escaping her lips.

Cyrena Valenta
, USA - Saturday, November 18, 2000 at 07:59:10 (MST

After a moment, I realize that I've been "left hanging". My invitation to shake hands...or something...is not going to be reciprocated anytime soon. With a blink and a soft half smile, I shrug this off and put my hand back in my pocket. The night is getting colder.

Well, angel, if you want to remain nameless, that's your right, I s'pose. Good evening to you, then.

I give the lovely lady a little salute with the first two fingers of my right hand, and begin to walk away. Just then, a patter like small falling stones reaches my ears from across the street. I glance over, and up, but see nothing unusual. So I cover the ground of the intersection of quiet night streets to a path that's been cleared in the roadside trees and brush. The dried plants rattle as I push aside the broken half of chain link fence and force my way into the woods. I glance back once for one more sight of the beautiful lady who watched me, but she's already gone. A shame. I would have liked to have known her. Moments later, I am gone as well. A raven wings overhead, calls out once, and the night goes on.

Rook
USA - Friday, November 17, 2000 at 20:40:22 (MST

she opens the door to the roof top of one of those abandoned apartment buildings. The rain begining to mist the air, she walks out onto the rooftop and closes her eyes letting her head fall back, her black hair floating on the wind. She loved the rain. It always made for a more interesting eve. The solitute of the rooftop, was her way of getting ready for the evening. Totally removed from noise and other disrutpions. She takes off her black leather duster and tosses it onto the side of the building, leaving her dressed in her tank top, leather pants and boots. She would be totally invisible if it wasn't for the silver chain about her neck holding a clear crystal ball on it. She closes her eyes and prepares herself for the eve. The solitude of the rooftop is disrupted a few moments later by the horrible sounds comming from a car below

What the hell? she walks to the roof ledge and looks over the side

she grins and munbles to herself Well now, this is interesting. She watches the man take an envelope and putting in into his coat, and a woman crossing the street, stopping ever so briefly until the car passes

Well, well, well. This should be an intersting show.

With ease she sits herself on the ledge of the building, pulling her duster over her. As she sits, tiny pieces of concrete fall to the ground below. She leans forward and watches the two below, silently

Adena
USA - Friday, November 17, 2000 at 10:06:34 (MST

In an all too natural response to this inquiry, I grin nervously and run my fingers through my hair.

I almost screwed that one up good, didn't I? There's always the thin line to walk between confidance and cockiness, isn't there?

A shrug, and a flash of a rogue grin.

But all's well that ends well, I guess. I'm Rook. Does my lovely observer wish to remain anonymous, or may I ask your name, perhaps your....clan?

A leather-encased hand is extended in greeting.

Rook
USA - Sunday, November 12, 2000 at 21:43:30 (MST

The fall of her boots seemed to echo through the empty night streets as she walked. As she moved to cross them. The cadillac and the way it pulled up more than intrigued our little Brujah. She shifted, halted her forward motion and found the lamp post that she was standing next to more than a comfortable perch from where to view the scence.

And what a scene it was. An exchange of sorts. Information? For money. Hmmm that did intrigue her. And problems.

Always problems. They seemed to come from all directions the moment you werent looking. They blindsided a person. They fell like night falling. Or the sun being eclipsed. Suddenly and without warning.

It was at this point she lifted her head and glared at the moon. Ah yes. The moon.

A soft chuckle fell from her lips. It was only when the car took off that she continued her trek across the road.

Glancing at the man, she'd heard names dropped but none that seemed to catch her attention. Her tongue snaking out over her black lips. Nodded to him. "Problems?"

Cyrena Valenta
, USA - Sunday, November 12, 2000 at 08:47:17 (MST

One notices the pale woman beginning to make her way across the street, but at that moment something else approaches. It is obviously what the thin watcher was waiting for. It is a beat up old Cadillac, rumbling around the corner. The driver steers it to the curb, and the pale figure walks to the passenger side and leans over to speak to the occupants. He pulls a medium sized manila mailing envelope, which bulges noticeably, from an inner pocket of his trenchcoat and hands it in to the passenger. After a moment, the passenger passes him a larger package, which finds its way swiftly to the same inner pocket. Rook continues to converse with the occupants of the car, and voices begin to raise over the noises of the car, which have already drowned out those of the street.

Are you kidding me? I have been MORE than generous.

....

And you tell Shane that I have other sources. He can play ball or not, pal. Don't think for a minute that he has information I can't get elsewhere.

....

Rook sighs loudly and runs his fingers through his hair.

Alright, look...I'm hardly in the mood to argue this with you, and we both know you don't have any authority anyhow. If Shane has a problem with me, you tell him to call me. He's got my cell phone number. We can settle this man to man. He should at least give me THAT much respect.

Rook steps back from the vehicle, waving the driver on. The noisy old Cadillac roars away, and a hand goes into the pocket of the trenchcoat. At this point, Rook REALLY needs a cigarette. He glances up at his female audience as he lights it up and grins.

Rook
USA - Sunday, November 05, 2000 at 09:10:33 (MST

A low heeled boot came to catch one of those skittering leaves that tumbled end over end. Cyrena turned her head. A lazy movement that sent a cascade of wanton black tresses sliding over the shoulder of her leather duster. Detestable things that made all too much noise.

Her eyes caught and followed the arc of the spent cigarette. Sparks flew from it as it was thrust outward. Her eyes flicked and sought the shadows where it had emerged from. A fiery projectile that almost marked it's owner.

Almost but not quite.

It would take...

Ahh yes there it was. She smiled as the flame burst into a beacon of amber light, flickered and illuminated the face behind it. Just for a moment. But a moment was all that she needed. Cyrena grinned and pushed off from the wall. Her own feet now pressing against the cold and wet pavement that shone and gleamed beneath the beam of the streetlights.

Cyrena moved in and out of those circles of light. The flickering one buzzed and hummed. A mad bee caught in a glass jar. She moved towards the amber flame she had seen. Ready. You never knew what was behind those beacons.

Cyrena Valenta
, USA - Thursday, November 02, 2000 at 06:13:30 (MST

The red ember glows again, for a long moment as its bearer inhales the mildly deadly fumes. Once again, a face is illuminated, moreso this time. It is a pale face, lean, with black eyes that glitter with constant movement. A wild curtain of black hair shines almost blue above narrow eyebrows, and the spent cigarette is suddenly flicked away. A streetlamp flickers overhead, barely penetrating the shadows enough to reveal that the thin figure is shrouded in a worn black trenchcoat. He looks at his watch, and squats with his back against the wall in a posture designed for waiting. He glances at the sky, and up the street. Now, the only movement is that of the wind tossed leaves that scurry like footsteps down the pavement, the flickering of the streetlamp, the wind slightly rearranging his hair, and the ever vigilant twitch and sparkle of the black eyes. The air is cool, and the scene feels strange. The dead own this chill autumn night. The lean young man lights another cigarette and waits.

Rook
USA - Sunday, October 29, 2000 at 16:49:22 (MST

That pinpoint of light is not lost on Cyrena. She flicks her head. Her eyes shift within the shadows. Her eyes narrow. Was that a face there within.

Yes of course. She can smell the scent of tobacco. Damn and she without her own cigarettes.

The smirk slides over black lips. She moves. Shifting position. And with the road between the two she watches the shadows. Waits for further movement.

As for rain? Cyrena likes the rain for some odd reason. Mind you she's not run of the mill or typical.

Cyrena Valenta
, USA - Friday, October 27, 2000 at 23:46:13 (MDT

Damn it all to hell

Rook
USA - Thursday, October 26, 2000 at 20:15:03 (MDT

a red pinpoint of light appears briefly in the nearby shadows, then dims and moves down. Briefly, a face was almost illuminated in the darkness. Sharp black eyes reflect the light of the street, and a breeze carries the odor of smoke into the dampness of the night. One wonders if it will rain again, for it's no fun flying in the rain.

Rook
USA - Thursday, October 26, 2000 at 20:14:29 (MDT

a red pinpoint of light appears briefly in the nearby shadows, then dims and moves down. Briefly, a face was almost illuminated in the darkness. Sharp black eyes reflect the night of the street, and a breeze carries the odor of smoke into the dampness of the night. One wonders if it will rain again, for it's no fun flying in the rain.

Rook
USA - Thursday, October 26, 2000 at 20:13:59 (MDT

Whoever said that ghosts dont return. This one has. Cyrena smirks to herself as she watches the play that unfolds. Always finding amusement where it should not exist. The familiar scent of the Garou washes around her. How could she ever forget.

She blinks. Simple enough. Lashes brush against the high cheeks of marblesque flesh. A flick of a leathered hand that presses itself into the pocket of her coat.

She's amused. That's good enough for now. The corners of her lips curl into a smile that is rarely seen. But is there nonetheless.

Shifting from her spot, moving into a lazy lean against the wall her shoulders brush against the bricks of her vantage spot.

Cyrena Valenta
, USA - Wednesday, October 25, 2000 at 08:41:57 (MDT

**She approaches the corner cautiously, not sure what to expect. Holding her hands together to form an imaginary gun she starts softly humming Mission Impossible theme music as she peeks around the corner onto the street.**

Random
USA - Saturday, July 22, 2000 at 22:28:13 (MDT

**she looks at Random, the eerie smile playing on her lips. Royce can't help but return the smile, briefly, before Random returns to happily skipping her way to Oz, down the dingy paved road. She laughs lightly as she follows her newfound friend quickly, happy she found something to do rather than her regular club scanning.**

Royce
USA - Sunday, July 09, 2000 at 22:47:51 (MDT

*She turns just her head, swiftly, sending the silver bells on the ends of her jester's cap to jingling and flinging her hair over her shoulder. The streetlights hit it at just the right angle so that it casts a blue shimmer over her entire head. Her mouth slowly widens into a smile of true satisfaction at having found someone to come along with her that night. She nods once to Royce then turns back around and commences skipping*

Random
USA - Sunday, July 09, 2000 at 22:41:49 (MDT

**she catches up with Random, and arches a brow again, listening to what she's saying**
Well, you could run away from nothing, it just depends on how it's dressed. **she rolls her eyes and shrugs** Ok, I'll take your word for it. Let's go check it out then.
**she looks at the corner, half expecting to see someone or something running and screaming out of the darkness. She sighs and cocks her head to the side, again, expecting to see something. Maybe a man running from the corner, brandishing a large fire-axe, or maybe a shot gun. She shakes her head, expecting too much in one night**
All right let's go before all the excitememnt's gone!

Royce <alphabetzi@hotmail.com>
USA - Sunday, July 09, 2000 at 22:37:35 (MDT

*She stops in her tracks but doesn't turn around*

Welllllll....I'm not really sure. But it's gotta be good. You shoulda seen the way this gothy babe was running away. There's SOMETHING at that corner that's stirring the place up. I mean....she wouldn't run from nothin'....right?

Random
USA - Sunday, July 09, 2000 at 22:31:29 (MDT

**Royce quirks a brow, and her face shows her complete and utter confusion**
But you just -
**she cuts herself off, sighing and shaking her head. She watches Random skip ahead a few paces, and reluctantly follows, shaking her head at herself or Random she did not know**
What's over there anyways? **she calls after Random, picking up har pace a bit**

Royce <alphabetzi@hotmail.com>
USA - Sunday, July 09, 2000 at 22:28:00 (MDT

**Looks at Royce, face very serious**

Wouldn't you just like to know.

**She giggles once again and starts skipping towards her destination**

Random
USA - Wednesday, June 28, 2000 at 21:46:52 (MDT

**sighs and shakes her head**
I WAS going to go clubbing, but you stopped me, and all the action's gone...I'll have to tke your word on it...maybe I won't go after all, not like I'm taking your advice. **scoffs**
Alright fine, I'll go that way as long as there's something to do...**arches a thin eyebrow to Random** Exactly...WHAT.. am I supposed to be aware of?

Royce <Alphabetzi@hotmail.com>
USA - Wednesday, June 28, 2000 at 21:40:59 (MDT

**Pulls her hand back suddenly as if she were afraid to touch Royce**

You ARE aware aren't you that....Oh nevermind. So umm...I'll bet your out to visit those so called trendy clubs hmmm? Don't bother. I just saw a bunch of kids walk out

**She tucks a stray locke of her raven hair behind her ear and gestures towards the corner she was headed for**

I bet there's some action that way though

**Her eyes sparkle as they switch colours from green to blue. She rubs her hands together and giggles softly herself**

Random
USA - Wednesday, June 28, 2000 at 21:37:49 (MDT

**grunts and looks down at her shirt to make sure no grease stains are left on it**
Chanel, I hope you know. They don't take exchanges.
**smirks**
My hair will do fine, as if I would ^care^ to tell you anything about me. Not frizzy hair teased.
**yawns lightly covering her mouth with a dainty hand**
I'm Royce....**reluctantly etends one hands, keep the other on her hip**

Royce <Alphabetzi@hotmail.com>
USA - Wednesday, June 28, 2000 at 21:31:42 (MDT

Perfect huh?

**She reaches towards the girl and tests te fabric of the shirt between her fingers. and shakes her head**

Hope you kept the receipt

Wate of time?! Let me tell you something you degenerate angster. Not only is your hair a mess but next time you roll your eyes I hope they roll away so fast that you won't be able to catch up with them and put them back in that frizzy blonde head.

**She stops to think about her words then giggles again. She holds her hand out for a friendly handshake**

By the way, you can call me Random *grin*

Random
USA - Wednesday, June 28, 2000 at 21:26:08 (MDT

**scoffs**
Excuse me? This is perfect THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
**says to herself more than anything** My hair is a mess though....But forget that! Not like your opinion matters to me anyhow.
**rolls her crimson eyes** O
Off with you, you waste my time.

Royce <Alphabetzi@hotmail.com>
USA - Wednesday, June 28, 2000 at 21:21:52 (MDT

**She slowly turns to face this new occupant of the streets as she wonders what were the odds of narowly missing a collision with two people in the same night on the same street. Her expression as she turns is one of evil plotting but that melts into an eerie grin**

I COULD open my eyes of course but where's he fun in that? And as for shopping...You think YOU could do better.

** She surveys her outfit which she finds much better coordinated than wearing two differt shades of black. She giggles her normal laugh of high pitched twittering which is more unnerving than annoying as she back tracks a few feet to the blonde by the car**

Random <witchblade70@hotmail.com>
USA - Wednesday, June 28, 2000 at 21:17:48 (MDT

**short blond hair reaches just below her ears and frames her face. She stares into the mirror with her deep crimson eyes. Her pale complexion almost seems so glow in the pale moonlight**
Ugh, I look like a complete and utter...**stutters over her words as she think of suitable comparison** Gangrel! My hair will never work after this night....
**she shakes her head at herself and opens her car door, stepping out into the night. She wears a pair of black leather pants and a black tube top, leather straps encircling her flat belly. She closes her door and begins to walk into the street.**
Excuse me!
**narrowly dodges a figure in a dusty brown trench coat jester's cap who seems to be flying down the street**
Maybe you should open your eyes when you walk or run!
**she calls after the figure in disgust**
And please, go shopping!

Royce <Alphabetzi@hotmail.com>
USA - Wednesday, June 28, 2000 at 21:08:04 (MDT

**She walks down the street, giggling maniacally as she fingers the matches in her pocket. What a fool to have intruded upon her haven, silly mages, always poking their noses where they don't belong.
She looks up just in time to avoid colliding some girl dressed entirely in black, frantically running from somewhere ahead of their current posistion.**
Why don't you watch where you're going (mumbled) Bloody git!
**She brushes some non existant specks from her dusty brown leather trenchcoat, adjusts her jester's cap and sticks out her tounge. She begins to giggle again as she hurries towards whatever the goth girly was running from**
Looks like it's gonna be a busy night after all

Random <witchblade70@hotmail.com>
USA - Tuesday, June 27, 2000 at 22:43:10 (MDT

*... the form watches the departing motion...then turns to scan the glistening pavement of the street still radiating the endless heat of day, as young revelers laugh in the distant lights of the club windows...

even now, she can smell the stench of their sweat mixed with the perfume of alcohol and smoke...

sighing...she smiles, and recedes... *

Icon
, USA - Tuesday, March 28, 2000 at 21:11:50 (MST

*... the form watches the departing motion...then turns to scan the glistening pavement of the street still radiating the endless heat of day, as young revelers laugh in the distant lights of the club windows...

even now, she can smell the stench of their sweat mixed with the perfume of alcahol and smoke...

sighing...she smiles, and recedes...

Icon
, USA - Tuesday, March 28, 2000 at 21:11:20 (MST

*... the form watches the departing motion...then turns to scan the glistening pavementof the street
still radiating the endless heat of day, as young revelers laugh in the distant lights of the club windows...

even now, she can smell the stench of their sweat mixed with the perfume of alcahol and smoke...

sighing...she smiles, and recedes...

Icon
, USA - Tuesday, March 28, 2000 at 21:10:49 (MST

* mute, a small form appears at the edge of a nearby alleyway...
half hidden in the ebony of the shadows....
*

Icon
, USA - Tuesday, March 28, 2000 at 21:06:04 (MST

MEEP!!*Her short unlife as a Toreador having never prepared her for such incindiary displays, she promptly hikes up her spooky black skirts and high tails it up the street, into her car and outta the area at about warp 4.*

Spookychick
USA - Saturday, February 26, 2000 at 21:23:37 (MST

* Stepping over the ash filled remains of Kirsten's clothing, he turns on Spooky Chick *

heh heh heh...c'mere, little leech....

Wendigo
, USA - Thursday, February 17, 2000 at 14:09:48 (MST

* Feeling he can no longer hold the rage he feels at being slighted by not only Leeches, but women at that.....he pulls out his faithful Zippo, the one with the Flame Jaggling bound to it...points it at Kirsten and commands it to engulf her. An eerie smile forms across the Apache's face as the night suddenly explodes with light*

Wendigo
USA - Friday, February 11, 2000 at 15:24:21 (MST