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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Aug 25, 2008 22:00:57 GMT -5
The subway seemed a bit weird. Even for Amethyst having never seen something like this in never. She walked down the stairs of the tunnel listening to this screeching sound. She didn't cover her eyes as it wasn't bothersome, but lucky for her the tunnel was empty. Everyone had gone home for the night most likely. Maybe then she could explore the area a bit without having to worry about the subway ruining any of her exploring. Of course she had only been in New York for a short while.
It may not have been her first trip to New York, but it was the first time visiting in at least 100 years. She came to New York in the late 1800's, earlier 1900's. And also when she had moved to the South during the 1800's. She of course was around here when they still used horse drawn carriages. And that was only thing to move on unless you wanted to walk around. Something Amethyst had never been fond of. Walking toward the edge she looked both directions wondering where the train type thing was. She was easily amused though she wasn't really curious as she was cautious. She didn't know who was living down here or what was going on down here. Afterall it was her first time seeing a subway. |
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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 26, 2008 6:39:35 GMT -5
The sweet sound of loud noises made Blaze feel great. Most people would feel bad sitting down here at the middle of night. It was a murdering playground down here. Plus, the noise always made peoples head ring. Not Blaze though, he didn't damn shaking heads that everyone got. Blaze was a rocker and lived on loud music. It was just a lonely night tonight. Blaze wondered if a vampire would hang down here. Though he had no intentions on killing tonight. He just wanted to see what kind of trouble he could get into. It seemed though nothing was going on tonight. His low sigh was full of disappointment.
Blaze looked up and noticed someone walking down the stairs slowly. Too Blaze surprised, she looked lost. Not afraid, just not sure on what she was going to encounter down here. Blaze's smile came upon his face, she was a looker. Blaze was a dog to when it came to woman. He couldn't keep it in his pants. It was a good thing he was a good looking one as well. No fake vampire stuff here, Blaze could bring them in on his own. His gorgeous hair was always a fun thing.
Blaze got to his feet and moved towards the lady. His trademark red coat and no shirt was what made him more cooler. He felt the little breeze blow his coat tails around. He moved forward looking at the girl. "You know, its not smart for a lovely looking girl as yourself to be down here at night. Strange things and people come down here and do strange things. Blaze spoke quietly. Just enough for both of them to hear. His little smile showed that he liked what he saw. His eyes moved up, down and around her. He showed interest, but not that freaking im going to kidnap you look.
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Aug 26, 2008 7:29:37 GMT -5
Amethyst laughed at the newcomer. Someone younger than herself was trying to hit on her. How funny. She thought it to be a joke really.
"Strange things happen down here? Really? Wow. Do I look stupid to you? What is that train doing underground? I've seen them above the ground before. Many times. Even when I was here during the Civil War. So tell me youngling. What down here is going to scare me. Between you and me. I'm not a city girl. And I'm not from around here or this time period. Oh wait. Let me rephase that. I was born in the 1690's. So if you want to mess with another vampire. Go bug someone else if you desire." Amethyst said cocking her head a bit to look at the man standing before her.
Why would someone want to hit on her? Being away from here to long probably made her bitter, but she liked being by herself. She didn't need company to keep her enterained. She could get that herself. Watching the young vampire she thought of his weird sense of style. For her. She was in a pair of blue jeans with a blouse and a hoodie. Nothing speical about her style. She kept things simple and didn't go over the edge on things. |
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Post by Blane Reed on Aug 27, 2008 17:50:37 GMT -5
THe light smile of Blaze was kind of wiped away. Dammit, ok she was a vampire, Blaze was off the clock, maybe she was alright? Blaze was hoping, cause she was a good looking one. Blaze just shook his head a little, laughing at her remark now. It was kind of funny, just because your older didn't really mean shit. Unless you could back it up. Which most could, bit it didn't matter right now. If you were a vampire younger than them, they wouldn't care. They would kill you in a second if they liked, which most would probably do.
"Theres a lot to be scared of down here, such as the trains. Older vampires that prey on the people that come down here. Then it gets worse. Werewolves. Vampire aren't the only things that kill for fun. So i would really watch your step down her. Cause i don't want to see something so pretty on the news found dead."[/color] Blaze said with a smile. He was right, all that could happen, but Blaze could protect himself thanks to his guns. Boy he would have a ball killing everything that wasn't human down here.
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Post by rowan kestrel amber on Aug 27, 2008 18:00:59 GMT -5
"Werewolves. Really? How big do they get? I've heard of them, but I've never actually seen one of them. They don't excatly roam around Romania. Vampire territory. They keep away, most times," Amethyst said crossing her arms. Her mood was lightling up. Which might have been a good thing. She wasn't someone to get mad with her own kind. Vampires at times bugged her to death, but it wasn't like she was going to go all mad and attack them.
Though she did like to keep her distance from them. Hence the reason why she stopped finding mates after the second one got killed in the 1860's after the Civil War. She was used to being a loner. She felt comfortable with it as long as there wasn't any trouble on her ass than she was fine with it. Looking at the male vampire in front of her. She could tell that he was a youngling. Never knew how to respect their elders. Do people ever do that nowadays? It was all about the respect in her time era. You had to respect your elders or it was a slap across the face for being rude. At least in her household.
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