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[liamturner]

the way the colors blended together looked so right in this one painting; liam's head cocked to one side as he continued to stare unblinkingly at the artwork that had caught his attention. it was abstract; that was clear. the artist had talent; that was obvious. it deserved to be hung in a high-class museum; that fact was basically being screamed at every single critic who had any sense of the artistic world in their head who had ever seen this work of art. liam blinked slowly, then adjusted his position, looking at the painting from another view. he could feel the eyes of a passing fourth grade field trip on him as they walked by with their teacher and the tour guide; how could one person be so interested in something so boring as art?

simple - when you had all eternity to be interested in everything else.

he relaxed his body and stepped away from the painting - he very much wished he could've touched it, as if it could've given him a better feel of it, a better sense into the artist's mind as he or she moved their brush against the paper. of course, that would get a swarm of museum guards around him kicking him out of the building, but that was life for you. liam glanced around and looked down at his watch; it was around noon. no wonder his stomach was being annoyingly hungry. he sighed and headed for the cafeteria of the museum, reaching into his pocket to see if he had any money on him or if he would be forced to exit and then reenter to replenish his hunger. he was in luck, of course - the usual three hundred was in his pocket. he pulled a hand absentmindedly through his hair as he made his way to the only area in the entire building you were allowed to eat in, stopping every now and then to gaze at some amazing statue or a great work of art hanging from the wall.

he smirked as he recognized a statue his father had done back when he had been just seven years old. he missed his father, he had to admit.

he pushed open the door to the cafeteria and headed over to the line that was forming around the purchasing area. he picked up a salad covered in a plastic tray, crinkling his nose as he passed the meat; he hated the innocent slaying of animals so very much. he grabbed a bottle of water and some random pastry - probably a muffin, no doubt - and paid for them, heading to take a seat at an empty table while families and field trips surrounding him talked about who-knew-what.

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[susan]

Nemui Strikes Tonight

The sweet, tangy taste of cheep chicken landed on Nemui's tongue. She chewed slowly and thoughtfully on the meat before letting it slide down her throat. She gingerly placed the leg back down on her paper plate. She brought her index and thumb to her lips and licked the juice off of them. Her tongue then slid out of her mouth and licked up the orange-yellow grease from her lips. The vampiress's silver eye following the man whom had just entered the cafeteria. He moved with such an odd grace that most didn't humans walked with, her brows came together slightly as she thought to herself I wonder if he even notices.. her eyes drifted to the humans around him, even though he seemed not to notice others did. Not his walk in general but his looks. He wasn't a vampire so he didn't have the unnatural beauty vampires did. But he had the beauty of a shapeshifter, and that drew people like moths to a flame. Her eyes drifted back to him again as he sat, he had the artsy air around him, not artsy-fartsy air that most collectors of art had. He seemed to be attracted to the random paintings on the wall, before he had walked in she'd seen him stutter in his step when he stopped by a statue. A chuckled in the back of her throat. He had caught to her attention, which very few immortals did, and she like the mortals around him where drawn.

The ebony haired vampiress leaned back against the cool brick wall, she had come out from a hotel she was renting down the street to take a look at some top Sight-seeing places. This Art Museum caught her attention quite quickly. The art in here was marvelous. She was over a thousand years; unlike immortals whom sometimes caught her eyes, art never did. But this art had some kind of “aura”, as she liked to put it. Around it, her eyelashes lowered thoughtfully. She assumed most of this art was made by very old artists, and very powerful immortals by that. She wasn't the only immortal to be attracted to this place. She blinked slowly, and reached out to her drink. In a quick movement she brought it to her lips and took a slow drink of it. Vampires didn't need to drink or eat human necessities, but they did to keep up the human appearance. She returned the drink to its spot and tucked her chin to her chest, causing her dimly lit corners' shadows to cover her face. She would wait for a few minuets before wandering over to the shapeshifter's eating place.

Her eyes drifted down to her pale arm, her black watch clicked then chimed. It was midnight, time to make her move. Like a cat getting ready to pounce she moved liquidly out of her spot and onto the floor. She was dressed more for the the party scene then the Museum scene, she had decked herself in a old t-shirt. It was pale gray, with an hand-made design on it. It was of a sword laying on its' side with a silver snake wrapped around it. The snakes head was turned so it looked like it was staring at you, and from its mouth it supported a bloody rose. And on the back of her shirt words where scrolled, I Hold Your Life In My Mouth

This design matched the very large tattoo on her back, only the sword was standing up.[The shirt was torn raggedly showing her mid-drift] Nemui was also dressed in some leather pants, that held tight to every curve on her legs, unlike her shirt these where plain. Next she wore leather boots, no not high-heeled leather boots, but flat soled meant more for running then show. The tip of her books silver glimmered, if she happened to shove her toe up some werewolves' ass they'd be in pain. Her leather pants hid the small pockets on her boot's leggings. In each pocket held a weapon. The vampiress was a fighter and a hunter by nature. She didn't go anywhere unless she had weapons, she was armed to the teeth tonight. This outfit would have screamed “whore” on any other woman, but Nemui Silvernight was not any other woman. She was and old, power and very bored vampiress. She was beautiful with her long black hair, pale silver eyes [which held no pupils] and her pale face.

As she walked over to the boy, her boots made not a sound. She hadn't meant them to make a sound in the first place. Not until she was almost of them, did she then let her boots click. She could feel the eyes of the dwindling crowd on her. This didn't bother here, she was used to being watched.[She also assumed the people here and the kids here where mainly street urchins looking for cover, for the night] She stopped an arm-length away from the shapeshifter, Are you familiar with this..museum? She asked him. Her slightly accented voice slid through the small length that was between them. Her voice sounded like the twinkling of bells in the summer. Soft, but not too soft. She had dropped her voice low enough nobody could here her. But she knew, if she was right, that he could hear her all the way across the room..[/blockquote][/size]

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[liamturner]

the salad was, most obviously, delicious; liam had long ago become accustomed to enjoying a herbivore lifestyle. meat repulsed him by now, any and all kinds; he lived off plants and the occasional fish, if need be, but mostly, it was all greens. he ate the salad without dressing, letting the nutrients of the lettuce, tomatoes, onions, cucumbers, carrots, wash over his tongue and strengthen his system...to any regular human, it wouldn't be very tasty to eat this without ranch or bleu cheese or whatever oil they felt like putting on the vegetables. to liam, it was perfectly delicious the way it was. odd, yes; then again, liam was odd anyways, thanks to the entire shape shifter thing, so it didn't matter. he closed his eyes and set to finishing it before walking around the rest of the museum and seeing the rest of the artwork before heading home.

it was as he reached for the bottle of water that he noticed someone's eyes on him; his body tensed automatically as his paranoia took over. he closed his eyes for a few seconds and reopened them, not wanting to glance in the person's direction or connect eyes. he could tell exactly where they were, with the faint scent coming off of them among all of the scents of normal humans and the food; leaning against the wall directly across from him, a few feet away from the parallel line his table was on with the wall. he casually took a sip of water but kept his eyes focused on not looking at her. he could tell with one whiff that she was not human; the odds of her being a shape shifter were low as well. at least as a were-swan; his body wouldn't be this tense if she were to be one.

he glanced down at his watch; midnight. he'd spent more time here than he had thought. normal museums probably would've closed down by now, but this one was probably different; or so he thought. perhaps it was home to all creatures of the supernatural world and their human comrades or pets; the thought of human pets repulsed him as much as the idea of eating meat did. or perhaps it was a soup kitchen at night; who knew? or who really cared, at the least. liam didn't - at least not much. he cared more about the women who was watching him. he crossed his blue jean-covered legs, and absentmindedly smoothing out a fold on his shirt as he took another forkful of salad into his mouth, then bit into the muffin. banana nut; at least he'd grabbed one of his preferred flavors. he glanced up and looked at two people discussing something in a corner, and then zoomed over to the other side; still, it didn't help him in his cause to not see the women.

after all, she was headed right towards him.

he sighed; well, best to get this over with quickly and cleanly, and hopefully with him as alive as possible. his body seemed to tense with every silent step she took as he continued to casually eat, until she was finally next to him and looking at him. only then did he allow himself to look up at her and let his eyes connect with hers. "yes," he said softly, his voice disgusing his worry well, like he had hoped. he blinked for a moment and then adjusted his expression to an innocent expression of wonder. "do you need my assistance or do you wish for a conversation?" there was a decent chance that she knew what he was if he knew what she was, or at least what he suspected her to be. his voice carried over his ancient father's precise way of articulation, the smallest amount of the french accent sliding of his tongue with the words. she held an accent too; german, if he wasn't mistaken. he'd been to germany plenty of times before, and spoke the language quite well himself. "liam turner," he added as a pleasantry, hoping that it wasn't a mistake to do so.

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[susan]

I'll Sing then Attack..

Mmm, I think I want you..

A large bell donged outside it as well admitting it was midnight. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the light flash on reviling the clock face. Soon bells started chiming, not loud ones that happened during the day day but quite ones, ones that had an rhythm to a lullaby she knew. Soon the bells settled letting their chimes echo into nothingness. The moon followed the ending of the song, its dull light shining fadedly through the window in which both she and the second person stood and sat. Even though she paid no heed to the outside going-ons she did pay heed to the going-ons inside. There was only a few people left, they where not street urchins looking for an easy pick-pocket, but night guards waiting to start their rounds. But in their rule book they could not do so until all the people had left, aside from them, Nemui, the unknown man, and a few others where around. So they took this moment to waddle off into the shadows and late-night coffee shops. She took their leave as an advantage, she dropped her already softish down a note and answered the man, I'd enjoy a tour of the museum, I just recently came to this wonderful place and haven't got a clue where to go. I'll be leaving early tomorrow and I'd sure hate to miss a chance to look at this place at night. She paused and considered his name for a moment, she dug through concaves of her mind, she found no name. She shrugged inwardly, this didn't mean he could possibly be a threat. She tipped her head bird-ishly to the side and blinked slowly, Nice to meet you Liam Turner. Out of curtsy she righted her head and bombed it, I'm Nemui Silvernight of Germany She said adding more lilt into her voice. She rocked back on her heels and peered closer at him, she couldn't help the malicious light that entered her steady gaze. She made him nervous which she had to applaud him for. Most would have shrugged off the feeling, but him he wasn't that stupid, being nervous kept you alert and on your toes.

She rocked back to her toes and smiled slightly, she kept her fangs pulled back under her gums. Even so, the tips of her eye-teeth would seem abnormal. Which she didn't care much. Aside from her eye-teeth the rest of her teeth where perfect, no ugly gray or yellow marks covered them, none where rotting out. Most would assume from out outward appearance that she was a partier. Which she was, but since vampires where immune to any kind of life-threatening, and [most]life-maiming things she was unblemished by the ugly scars of partying. Her lips closed again, forming a perfect pout line, the ends of her lips had formed slight winkles. Which helped her keep up her human appearance. But the rest of her face was unmarred by such things. Vampires, perfect in many things, looks, personality and intimidation. Which Nemui Silvernight was especially good at, her standing over him while he sat, her little flash of fang. All she wanted to do is get him up and moving to show her around, then when in darkest parts of the museum were nobody would bother them, were nobody would both looking she'd attack him and take her fill. She had only eaten little human things, now she was famished, her stomach screamed at her in silent agony, her vines shriveled under her wrists from lack of oxygen from other living being.

Vampires where also good at seduction, as intimidation was good at, seduction was her second art form. If someone could not be cowed into the corner, she'd flex her beauty. Men, females, teenagers, and old folks all began drooling like puppies at her feet. She didn't mean to sound cocky, she was just that good. She was..well.. Nemui. Slowly she crossed her arms over her bosoms, and well formed bosoms where they. She blinked at him again, as she realized she had ceased breathing when she had been thinking. So her breathing had slowed almost into nothing. She quickly fixed that problem. Irritation at herself flashed in her silver eyes. Then odd amusement slid in, sometimes being a vampires was a bother.

She blinked again staring silently into his eyes something lurked in them..Something that Nemui better may attention to or she might end up having to yank a picture frame from her chest at the end of this night...