.:.The Days.:.\\Open//

[o0oferreto0o]

The weather wasn't quite as miserable as it had been reported that morning, it was only drizzling slightly. It was still wet and chilly however, two things that Dameon didn't particularly enjoy. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his light leather jacket as he descended the stairs into the subway. He brought the jacket close around him and took a deep breath as he rolled his shoulders out. He disregarded those who were already drunk and stumbling up the stairs, those who were going to or coming from work in a hurried manner, and especially those who just seemed out of place...he didn't care at the moment. He descended the stairs quite quickly, his boots barely tapping each stair. He was halfway across town and was needed at the bar in just a few minutes. Normally he would have started walking awhile ago because he hated the subway, but for some reason he let himself sleep a while longer than expected, and when he awoke, the cold and wet night did not greet him to well. His attitude was already set, it was going to be just as cold as the night, he didn't care much for others, just for the fact that once he got to the bar he would allow himself to suck a few drinks down before starting work. This would probably be more beneficial to the customers as it would relax him slightly.

"Why the hell do I do this..."

He thought to himself as he made it down to the platform just to see his train beginning to shove off into the darkness. He hated the subway. He had some bad memories of things that happened in the subway. There were always people down here that you wouldn't want to get mixed up with, or little happenings that you wouldn't want to get involved in...and most of the time he did. He stood and watched as the lights of the train faded away into the tunnel. He took a glance around at the few who had just gotten off and were gathering their things to head back to add to the hustle and bustle of the night. Dameon found a support pillar lined with tile and decided to lean against it for the time being as he waited for the next train that should be arriving in a couple more minutes. He would just have to be late for work. He took another deep breath and leaned his head back against the tile as he let it out, adjusting his hands that were in his pockets and kept his jacket pretty much closed around him...it would be a long night.

[michael]

As the sun had set, the moment it did, I stepped out into the night, but found myself in a cold wet night. I had an umbrella with me and while the kids are at home, I decide to walk and get some meal. So I head into the subway, a perfect place. However, the moment I stepped down the stairs and head near the train, my meal already had gone on the train, knife in his pocket. "Shit," I whispered. Then I looked around. There has to be an evildoer nearby. Has to. I cannot and will not feed on an innocent. Why should I? What, to make me look better? I would not! Its not what I am. Sure, you would think I'm some perfect young man but the thing is I learned from my mother, alright from her letter but still, that, no matter what treat others with kindness and if there is someone who needs you, reach out to them.

That's what I do.

I sighed and walked along the sidewalk. Besides, I can always wait. I did last time and will do so this time. I notice a man standing against a pillar, looked like he is irritated. Irritated at what? I wonder. I sighed well I shouldn't bother him but well I have to do something until the next train with a potential train robber aboard it (knowing New York there must be three to four people that do that on one train) comes along. I begin to wonder if he is alright, he looked like he isn't really the type that'd come down here. I am neither but well if I was to catch a meal on the train and there are some people in peril because of that one person (I do hope I'd catch that knife wielding bald headed overweight man soon or a later), then well I have to be here. Hell even barons like me has to feed.

[o0oferreto0o]

Dameon stood against the pillar and stared straight ahead, across the tracks, and at the other wall. There was nothing over there, just more tile-lined cement. New York had tried to make the subways somewhat decorative by adding the tile but most of it was broken or chipped or shattered by various incidents within the subway. Some of the tile was even stained, smudges of brown and red that could only be that of blood. Dameon stood with his vision transfixed, almost as if he was in a trance, but his senses were still with him. He relaxed a little, but still didn't move. He allowed his jacket to come apart a little bit since now he was sheltered from the elements and it wasn't quite as cold. He removed his hands from his pockets and crossed them across his chest.

"This damn train better get here soon..."

He thought to himself once again, slightly annoyed at himself for the missed train but generally displeased with all the people he had to get by to try and make it here. He would blame how late he was on them and would be satisfied. While thinking this he began to recognize someone who quite didn't fit in. This person person obviously looked as if he didn't take the subway often and just had that 'out of place' look to him. Dameon shot him a glance, then after taking his figure in turned back to his fixture upon the wall and began to gaze and think once more. He thought about this person, who he was and what he as doing down here. Maybe he was in the same situation as he was... he only thought about this because it gave him something to do, normally he wouldn't bother because he wouldn't give a damn.

[michael]

I sighed as I now have my eyes fixated on the train itself. Honestly even after the meal, I was going to try the train for the first time. Vampires like us could unless if it goes out into the sunlight or what not. But I never had done this before. My uncle had told me during once, he rode the train. I only rode some in England, when I had to travel to another town to meet up with the Duke of Devonshire for a meeting I was having to attend. I did not like that meeting. The man had no manners whatsoever.

I turned to the man nearby me, who seemed kind of still irritated. If it was about the train, I do not blame him at all. Sometimes trains can be a pain in the butt, same with buses. I am very glad I don't take that often. But whenever my car is broken down I probably would have to but to me I prefer walking or well running with speed. In fact if another train does not come I would have to do that. But is it worth it? Probably. Better than waiting. I gave the man a nod of my head but I know he probably thinks I seem out of place. The truth is, I feel like I am.

[o0oferreto0o]

What the hell was this guy doing? Dameon started to feel slightly odd. The guy was just standing there, surveying him for a moment then he gave him a nod. A nod of what, approval? A nod to say hello? If he was going to say anything or greet why didn't he just do it. Dameon was practically the only other person on the platform at the moment. He caught the nod out of the corner of his eye and looked over toward the man. He stood up straight now, lowering his hands from his chest and into his pockets as he turned to him. If the man wanted conversation Dameon could give him some. He wasn't sure what the man wanted, or what he was even doing still in the tunnel.

"You need something?"

His tone was cold and slightly annoyed, he didn't take kindly to people at first. He never had really became close enough to anyone to call them a friend or trust them. he never had a relationship in his life, he didn't have the time or the means for it. Yes of course he had fooled around before but Dameon pretty much flew solo. He surveyed the man a little bit more in depth now, taking in more than just his outline or shape, he was certainly different in some other way than the average person that traveled in the subway.

[michael]

I was busy looking at the direction of the train well where the train was, and then I heard the man's voice. I look over to him, he probably thought I was just nodding an approval or something, you can tell if the person just didn't say a word. And when there is an air of awkwardness around. Besides, I did not want to make it as if I was stalking him at any costs so I shook my head. "Oh no, do forgive me for looking your way, I was nodding a hello," I replied back to the man in a honest and soft tone of voice, "so I do want to apologize for making it seem it was of something else."

That is the truth, really. And I understand how some people in New York can be. This isn't the first time of me to be in the state or the city itself. In fact, the last time I was in NYC was well....when I met Ayrlee and when she left after one night. Okay Michael don't think of that. Besides, you did not know she was going to leave you like that. But I can't help to wonder where is she? Probably seducing some other man like how she did with me? Or has she changed? I hope the second option.

[o0oferreto0o]

Dameon had hear all sorts of apologies before, especially right before a victim was killed by his hands. This one he could tell was real and sincere. He didn't care however, he found apologizing almost as a weakness in people. Dameon rarely could even think of anything he had ever apologized for. He just looked the guy down for a few more seconds before turning his head back and resumed his position on the wall. This time picking a foot up and resting the sole of his boot against the wall, with his knee bent out almost stretching a bit, but he was fairly relaxed.

"Yea...you catching this train?"

He really couldn't think of any more to say at the moment. Dameon was a one for causing trouble but didn't need too much of it tonight. Especially before he was supposed to be on the job, which he was already late for. He took a deep breath in and let it out slowly as he leaned his head back against the tiled concrete. He took his hands and crossed them upon his chest once more and waited for the stranger to do something, anything, hopefully walk off and find someone else to apologize too. Dameon couldn't think of much to say at the moment, because he didn't want to start anything. There was a whole slew of things that Dameon could be doing or saying to start things up, he might save this for later. He would rather relax than have too much fun at the moment. He knew the mans answer would most likely be a yes, what a pity, he might actually have to spend more time with this guy...

Great...

He thought as the possibility of having to rid the train with this person came to mind...

[michael]

I heard the question and the first thing came to mind was a no. I actually was waiting until another train would pull up and just scan out the whole thing. You never know. "Oh no, not really just here waiting for someone," I said. That is the truth. I hear that the thief who robs stuff from people on the train comes back to this platform after his little duties are done. He looks like the man from Ghost that died when a train had hit him and he ended up in the train forever, but is skinnier and has a full set of hair cut above the ears.

"The person I'm waiting for would be coming to here. So, you're off to work or home?" I wanted to strike a conversation. "If you are I do hope you are able to. I hear it might rain again." Luckily I could just speed on out but I didn't want to frighten the man if I was to say I'm a vampire. Or is he used to it? I did not want to ask him that. I look away and keep my eyes on the railroad tracks. Okay guy, appear, I thought to myself. I look back over to the man and stuck out my hand. "My name is Michael," I added. "And you are?"

[o0oferreto0o]

Dameon just look at his outstretched palm. He didn't want anything to do with this guy and was cursing himself in his head for even striking the question up. He looked over the man again as he began to babble. He did shift though, standing up straight again, uncrossing his arms and facing the man. He didn't know what he might do, you never know. Dameon never trusted anyone, especially after barely meeting them in a subway, he had been through just about all the scenarios of what could happen, the good and the bad.

"It doesn't really matter where I am going, and rain really doesn't stop me, I actually prefer the rain, less people to deal with."

He said in a slightly annoyed tone of voice almost scoffing at the man. Dameon did not extend a hand, just merely examined Michael's and then brought his gaze back up to his face. Dameon placed his hands lightly inside the pockets of his jacket, easily removeable just in case he had to act fast.

"Well, Michael, if you are waiting for someone and I am not that guy, my name really doesn't matter because I highly doubt I will be running into you again...If you haven't realized yet, this is a pretty big city."

He was talking down to him as if Michael was some kind of child. Dameons tone shifted and was cold, and very sarcastic, which enthralled his senses. A sly grin appeared on his face as the words slipped through his lips. Dameon enjoyed being cold and sarcastic like this, was probably about the most fun he got out of talking to random people, especially if it got them angry. He didn't care, and he was partially right, this was a big city and he rarely ever found the same person twice, unless he meant it. He was a trained professional, but not currently working for anyone. Very few knew about this though because he didn't quite go around advertising. People mostly knew by spread of word. So who knows how far it spread, obviously not far enough to the authorities, but even they probably couldn't stop Dameon.

Dameon stood there smugly, grin on his face looking at the fool with an outstretched hand trying to be nice, but only receiving the cold, sarcastic comments from Dameon. His personality was showing quite nicely.

[Urjasz Volkova]

"Dark Lycan" began to walk down the steps of the subway, shaking his jacket lightly to get rid of the rain. He had stains of blood on the jacket and on his skin. He chucked to himself, wondering how he'd gone from Urjasz, to Dark Lycan. He didn't think much of the Americans, they always had to give a new name to something they don't understand. As he reached the bottom of the steps, he noticed two shadows ahead. Already the smell of food was bombarding his senses, but so was another smell. Human no doubt, but there was definately something about one of them.

As he got closer, he noticed the body language. One was facing the other, trying to make conversation, the other faced the tracks, ignoring. As Urjasz walked past the pair, he made eye contact with the one facing the other. As he did, he took a good smell of the pair, and decided what to do. Carrying on walking, he approached the end of the platform. Reaching it, he turned towards the track and put his hands in his pockets. Listening to the others, he rumaged through his pocket quietly, and took hold a small knife.

[michael]

"Oh I see, then I must not bother you anyway," I replied lowering my arm. Well, I'm used to it. After all sometimes even I myself couldn't be an angelic person. No one is. "Anyway, I was only saying. As for me I prefer the rain too, its quite beautiful when it falls softly." Isn't that the truth.

Then, I began to think about what had happened in my family-one of my family members, Vincent Frimley, was shot and killed in his apartment, along with his whole family. We do not know who it could be but I hope maybe I can find an assassin or someone that would know what to do. In fact, I know a few bit of details, since this same man, had tried to kill Silvia and Aedon a few weeks back.

The man is here in the city. "But I wonder if you would help me out. You see, I am trying to find someone that would be paid to track a killer that have killed a family member of mine along with his family. I would offer a $4,000 reward for the capture or killing of this man. Do you know anyone?" If he could help oh I would be so grateful.


(Reposting it since I forgot something.)

[Urjasz Volkova]

Dark took the blade to his own skin and began to scratch off the dried blood. As he flicked it onto the floor, he overheard the conversation of the pair. Catching only words, he moved closer, still holding the knife in his hand.

"If you offer that man money, you are wasting your time. I can find someone for you, for a price of course. I have... talents"

He stood, looking firmly at the talker. Sure there was someone he didn't trust about him, but he didn't trust anyone these days. He had the scars to remind him of that. As he waited for a response, he checked each off the pair. The arrogant one smelled so good, the hunger was screaming to be unleashed on him. The other, the hunger just wanted to kill. It had only been a half hour since his last kill, some woman in an alleyway, but the hunger wanted more already. He went to put the knife in his pocket, but decided to keep it. Whatever the reply, he wins.

(reposting so it's actually in order haha)

[Urjasz Volkova]

He got no response. Forget it he thought. The train pulled up to the station, and leaving the pair, he got onto the train. Growling at a man staring at him, he leaned back and tried to sleep. He had been walking for hours, looking for a challenge. It's not that he couldn't just kill someone, it's just he wanted the fun of it to last longer.

Deciding to get off at Central Park, he plotted in his mind what he was going to do. The size of the park gave him much chase room, hiding places and varied foods. He knew there was other species in there, like himself. He only wished he could meet one and kill it.