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Post by celia on Nov 3, 2008 0:11:14 GMT -5
Hmm.. Whats this twirp up to, Deep brown eyes studied the opponent infront of her. He was no older than 21, she was sure of that. He stunk of excitement, his left eye twitched when ever he had a good hand. Myra narrowed her eyes at him, and raised a hundred. His eye twitched, and he met her bet. Tricky little slime.. The dealer cleared his throat. The kid showed his cards with a large toothy grin. She sighed, three jacks; not bad. The kid had thought her sigh was one of defeat and had started reaching for the pot. "Not so fast kid.." She purred. Myra's voice was deep and rich, only holding a faint trace of her accent. His eyes widened as she placed her cards on the table. "Full house.. Sorry kid," She flashed him her best smile, showing off her prefect teeth.
Growing tired, Myra excused herself from the table. She'd had enough for tonight. The blinking lights where starting to get to her. "Stupid technology.." She mumbled to herself. How could they stand the whine of all the electricity? It drilled in to her skull, if she sat there to long. Her bare feet padded across the soft carpet off the V.I.P section. Her earthy red skirt stop half way down her calves. Showing a teaser of well toned legs. The brown shoulderless top, did well to show of her radiant skin, even in the horrible lighting. If she wasn't a VIP, then wold definitly not allow her to dress like this. But, since she was, Myra passed the guards with a casual smile and headed off towards the main hall.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Nov 3, 2008 0:28:18 GMT -5
Brock was in the VIP section of the Hard Rock, holding a glass of liquor in his hand. Just a few hours ago he had been out killing numbers of vampires, and why, he really didn't have a reason. Sure, he thought it as wrong, but he didn't care at the moment. One of his own, a fellow werewolf, was killed by a vamp, and Brock wanted to take out his frustrations. His already massive hate for vampires was only fueled even more by this death, and he let it be known.
He smelled strongly of vampire blood, all because of he blood bath he had created hours earlier. Yet this place was mostly populated by humans tonight, and they wouldn't be able to tell. His bloodied shirt had been exchanged for a good one before he entered the hard rock, and he made sure to clean himself of any blood that may have been on him. Brock was still angry about the death of that werewolf, and right now, he just wanted to relax and be left alone.
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Post by celia on Nov 3, 2008 1:02:31 GMT -5
A grimace twisted Myra’s face, as she realised if she when home. There was a ton of work to do. And right now, she couldn’t be bothered. So instead she walked around, finding something to pick her interest. There were a few things. Roulette was the first thing that jumped out at her. It always had picked her interest but never held it. The chances were just too high. Eyeing the table up, and looking at the players; it just wasn’t worth it. Poker was her game, nothing else.
Finding nothing to hold her interest and headed towards the VIP bar. Ordering a martini, she sighed. What was she going to do? Sit here like a lonely washed up drunk? When she got her drink, it didn’t really appeal to her anymore. Smelling the strong scent of her drink, she caught something else. A dead one? Casually Myra looked around, trying to find the source. Her deep brown eyes scanned everyone individually. No one seemed to fit the profile of a dead one. One guy did seem a little different than the rest. She stared at him. He didn’t look to happy, sitting by himself drinking away. Deciding not to go over, instead she’d just sit at the bar, looking at him with interest.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Nov 3, 2008 1:23:05 GMT -5
Brock took a sip of his drink and finished it up. Now he wanted another, so he ordered an Irish car bomb. Once it got to him, he took a swig and suddenly felt as if someone were looking at him. When he turned his head to see who it was, he saw a girl with a martini in hand. Brock could sense that she was a werebeast, a feline at that. Yet he didn't know what kind to be exact, lion, tiger, and what not.
With that, he stood and sat down at a seat next to her. He didn't want it to seem like he sat there just for her, so since the bartender was right in front of him, Brock chugged his drink and got the tender's attention. He ordered seconds, then turned to look at the girl. "Any reason why I caught your interest?" Brock asked in a bit of an unpleasent tone. He was angry at her, but he still felt pissed about the death of that wolf.
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Post by celia on Nov 3, 2008 2:01:16 GMT -5
Sipping her martini slowly, she watched the stranger. There was something about him; was he the source of the scent? She could feel the anger radiating off him. Hmm.. He chugged, back his drink and headed straight towards her. He was definitely the source, but something more strong hit her, Canine. Her eyes narrowed, as he sat next to her and ordered another drink. Myra casually turned around facing the bartender again, downed the last of her Martini and asked for another one.
When he spoke to her, it wasn’t a friendly tone. No it was a tone that put her on alert. His voice was deep and gravely, full of emotion. Something had happened, but she dare not ask.”You smell like a dead one,’She said truthfully. She decided to be straight forward. He didn’t seem to be in the mood for games. She stared at the bar tender as he started on her drink
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Nov 3, 2008 2:17:21 GMT -5
The bartender placed Brock's drink down and he took a swig of it. Alcohol calmed him at times, but not always. Yet that didn't mean Brock was a heavy drinker, in fact, he rarely ever got drunk. It was then that the girl answered his question, and he didn't bother to change his expression or tone. "Well, that's because I killed quite a few of the leeches." The people around him were into their own conversations enough so that they didn't hear what he said.
Brock smelling like a "dead one" could have been because of the vampire blood that was on him, but also because he was a werewolf. Now he didn't consider himself dead, though a few others would see otherwise. He was a pure blood, born a werewolf and proud of it. The tattoos he had on his arms showed the love he had for his kind, even though there weren't that many. One was the word "werewolf" spelled out vertically on his left forearm, then there were two more on his upper arms that showed a pic of a werewolf, one of which was a wolf tearing apart a vampire.
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Post by celia on Nov 3, 2008 5:40:00 GMT -5
Once Myra had her drink in hand, she turned around and leaned against the bar so she could watch all the people. This man she was talking to, or werewolf really, was starting to make her twitch. She eyed him from the corner of her vision. He wasn't a friend or foe; just neutral. She had the feeling she didn't want to ever cross him either. His tone hadn't changed toward her so she kept it casual.
"Leeches, haven't heard that one before," Her voice was blank, holding no friendly or hostile manner. She took a sip of her martini, as she watched an over weight woman walk towards the bar. Myra glared at her, and waited for her to leave. She glanced over at him and noticed his tattoos, he quite obviously detested Vampires. Having never really met any she couldn't form any opinion. She knew wolves and dead ones never did mix well, but this hate was deeper. She wondered what had brought it on.
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Nov 3, 2008 14:17:53 GMT -5
Brock managed to fork up a weak laugh, though that didn't mean he was suddenly happy. "Really? Most of the people I know call 'em that." He took another sip of his drink and saw the over weight woman walk over. Brock didn't mind her being here, though he didn't want a human listening in to his words about werewolves and vamps. The anger was still boiling inside of him, and the only real thing that would make it go away was if he killed the very vampire who murdered one of Brock's very own.
By no means was he done with his hunting of vampires for the night. In fact, killing 10 or so would only be a start for him. Killing them along with hunters always came as a thrill for him, even though he usually found murdering the innocent vamps as wrong. Yet all that was pushed aside for the night, and it was going to be an all out vampire blood bath because of him. Not even a friend or other werewolves could stop him tonight.
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Post by celia on Nov 4, 2008 0:56:04 GMT -5
Revenge through blood bath was never Myras taste. She rather suffocate them slowly. Litterally, or close off everything in the persons life around them. A slow torture, was more her style. Or at least it was the beast inside her that love it. Which reminded her she needed to feed. The beast was getting restless again.
This man was definitly something, "Leeches, huh?" She downed her drink in one. "It does suit them quite nicely," She put her empty glass upon the bar. This place was giving her a headache. "I'll be seeing you around, stranger," She gave him a quick wave over her shoulder, and walked away. I've got a feeling i'll see him more often..
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Post by brocklesnarufc87 on Nov 4, 2008 13:34:45 GMT -5
Brock could feel his beast getting restless as well, all that killing of those vampires made it want more. When in wolf form, Brock's beast always got what it wanted, and that was usually blood shed. This wolf in him was much more brutal than he was himself, tearing it's victim's limb from limb, and ripping meat from bone. Right now, it wanted more vampires, and Brock intended to get it what it wanted.
With that, he payed his fee for the drinks and stood up. Then Brock walked over to the lioness, his tone still a bit unhappy. "Actually, I think I'm going to head out of here as well. This wolf inside of me is craving the leeches." Maybe if he killed more tonight, he'd regain some more of his positive side. Yet he wouldn't rest easy until the very vampire who killed his fellow wolf was no longer living on this earth.
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