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Post by danikfrost on Dec 25, 2009 22:12:43 GMT -5
Danika smiled softly, she followd the man towards his car. It was sweet that he was curious about her. She had lived in New York for over sixty years. The city and her were bestfriends giving her a place to work, and have fun. She could never leave this city in her lifetime however long that maybe it ran in her veins.
"I've lived here for sixty years."She chuckled, "I was born in the Ukraine, and I lived in Chicago until was twenty five." She explained, "What about you where you from?"
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Post by marshal on Dec 25, 2009 22:40:02 GMT -5
"I'm from the old West, Texas really, just got here a week ago..." he said as he unlocked his car, first the passenger side before moving to his door. Wayne had a southern accent, but he dropped it after the first 100 years. He slipped into the car and started it, backing out once she was strapped in. "Ukraine? I know a few friends from Kiev..."
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Post by danikfrost on Dec 25, 2009 23:11:09 GMT -5
Leaning back in the seat she did up her seat belt. She was a safety freak, helmets on motorcycles, seatbelts everything. She tossed her hair and pulled down the visor. She wanted to make sure she looked half decent. Opening the mirror she sighed. Her lip stick had worn off and her hair was all over the place.
"A good ol' southern boy eh?" She chuckled, "It's nice to know southern charm still exists. I haven't met a real gentlemen in a while."
She took her lipstick out of her pocket. It was a deep almost blood red, and applied it too her lips. She smiled then ran her tongue over her teeth. Her fingers fiddled with her hair trying to sort them out into some reason. After about five minutes she smiled to herself.
"There, I look presentable." She said happily, " My parents were from Kiev." She replied to him. "They left just after the soviets took over with my brother and I."
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Post by marshal on Dec 25, 2009 23:20:41 GMT -5
"Heh, our world would probably be better if there were more guys like us back in the West..." He looked to her through the corner of his eyes, seeing her placing on her lipstick, indeed she was gorgeous, with a personality to boot.
He drove down the road until he stopped at an intersection, looking to her, "Alright, so where's the first closest bar?" he asked as he waited for the light.
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Post by danikfrost on Dec 26, 2009 0:52:31 GMT -5
She smiled, looking at the man next to her. Reading the street signs she pondered the closest bar. There was a goth club two streets two blocks ahead, one of the trendiest places that just opened to on the right none of those seemed his taste, but the pub on the left seem right up his alley. She didn't really care, where they went she was just happy for the company.
"four blocks to the right there is a pub. I believe it's called the toad in the hole." She replied smiling, "I've personally never been to south. Never had the chance. My brother god bless him, always tried to protect me for 60 years I wasn't allowed to leave our house. You know big brothers." Looking out the window she chastised herself mentally for rambling on. "Sorry sometimes I don't know when to shut up. Do you have any family to speak of?"
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Post by marshal on Dec 26, 2009 22:28:54 GMT -5
"No... Any family I had back then is gone, Not sure what became of the Wayne family... I might be all that's left of the bloodline..." he said as he took a turn towards the bar. It was another reason he kept an eye open for a potential wife, Wayne's jobs were growing increasingly hazardous, and knew he wasn't going to be around forever, having a kid would his mind to ease, and worry less if he did get killed, the Wayne family was well known for their marksmanship, back when everyone used bows and arrows. It ran on his head that it was a skill too good to waste, every generation had to have someone good at fighting and shooting.
"It doesn't matter...I'm not missing my father anyway... nor will I ever..." he said coldly, as cold as it sounded, Danika never knew Wayne's father.
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Post by danikfrost on Dec 26, 2009 22:49:06 GMT -5
Danika looked out the window for the sign. Her brother, mother, and father were infact dead. She did feel slightly hurt by her brother still, he had killed her lover and sire Rich. He had done it in self defense of her but part of her still resented him for it. It was her brother's fault she knew almost nothing of her own kind.
"Oh there it is." She pointed out the pub, she looked down to her hands on her lap. "I had issues with my family too... My brother kept me locked up until he died for fear I would go out and hurt someone or someone would hurt me. He was afraid of me after I became a were-wolf, he killed my sire. I only learn about were-wolves recently." She smiled somberly at the thought.
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Post by marshal on Dec 26, 2009 22:58:21 GMT -5
"I'm no philosopher, But, It was very noble of him to protect you, A loving brother he was then, but even he has to know that every bird must leave it's nest one day, learn how to fight for it's own survival, how to get around... People who can't let go are those who won't be able to move on, and will eventually see the rest of their lives go by without knowing... I've had some friends who have met those sad fates, I'm sorry about your brother"
He said lightly as he pulled up into the parking lot, stepping out after pulling the key from the ignition and tossing his old cigarette to the side. He looks to the bar, curious if it was run down, over packed, a hangout for biker gangs, or just casual.
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Post by danikfrost on Dec 26, 2009 23:09:46 GMT -5
She smiled he was an honest man, and she did admired his seemingly gentle nature. A person of his obvious strength, stature and powers could have been quite a formidable malevolant force, but he seemed to have taken a much more altruistic person. She opened the car door stepping out, she had been there several times over the year it had been open for year at least twenty. For the most part the people who went in were working class guys, never overly full or completely empty just the regulars. Of one she used to be herself when it first opened.
"Come Jack," She smiled leaning over to look into the car. "I thought you promised me a good time." It was meant as a teasing statement, to lure him out of the car. His company was a refreshing and she didn't want him to feel the need to tense up because of the possible patrons.
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Post by marshal on Dec 26, 2009 23:13:57 GMT -5
"Hmm, You're right, c'mon"
He said as he stepped out the car, indeed he did say he'd give her a good time, would be mutual to them both. He shut his door before locking it and approaching the front door of the bar, stopping as he waited for her. "How often do you come here?"
He asked lightly, brow quirked somewhat as she came up with him, curious to what the night probably may hold for them both.
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Post by danikfrost on Dec 26, 2009 23:22:30 GMT -5
She used to come almost every night, but it stopped after her brother moved in with her. Then it was the middle of the fifties and to see a woman in a bar was a slightly odd sight, at least one of her beauty. Especially in this bar, a working class bar, dressed in her upper class clothes. Part of her wondered if the same man was bartending. Frank was his name but he had to have been close to 86 now.
"Not too much anymore, I used to come every night." She smirked thoughtfully. "Normally now the only bars I am in now are hotel bars."
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Post by marshal on Dec 26, 2009 23:29:35 GMT -5
"I see, any good drinks here?"
He asked as he held the door open for her, he was polite to women always, not aware of how often she came to this bar, he would be surprised at how long the bar has even been here if she told him. He never really liked to visit high class bars, not that he didn't have the money, he just didn't like hanging around self righteous, elitist snobs who picked and prodded anyone beneath their class, and he never liked wearing monkey suits on the count of formal occasions.
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Post by danikfrost on Dec 27, 2009 0:00:59 GMT -5
"Yeah they got the usual, whiskey, burbon, tequila... Vodka," She smiled warmly at him as she walked into the bar. It looked exactly as it had in the fifties. It was dark, the wood floors were worn but in good condition, the big oak bar, tables and chairs scattered around the room. On the far right three pool tables were positioned and a couple of guys were having a game. Sadly Frank wasn't behind the counter, she didn't think he would be. He would be ancient by then.
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Post by marshal on Dec 27, 2009 0:05:37 GMT -5
Wayne looked about in the bar, seeing the classic setup. The layout made him feel more comfortable, he never did like these new bars and nightclubs, having been used to old fashioned saloons and taverns, the loud booming music, and where punks and such gathered at were just terrible, they brought out the worst in bars.
"Bourbon and Vodka eh? Sounds like we may have a fun time indeed" he said with a light chuckle, he certainly did like those strong drinks, to which he often drank by themselves and not in shot glasses.
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Post by danikfrost on Dec 27, 2009 0:24:24 GMT -5
With a small giggle she took his hand an brought him to a table near a window. She sat down smiling at Jack, she never liked the feeling of being drunk but thankfully being a were-wolf made it hard. Her eyes scanned Jack's face. Trying to figure out what era he was born, she could just ask but she wanted to see if she could pinpoint it herself.
"How old are you?" She asked curiously, her eyes looked him up and down. She knew it was a rather random question, but she was curious.
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