Shoot Me [Open]

[Reli Kain]

The room is semi-filled with people, mostly younger people. It's covered in black, light only by various degrees of neon. The bartenders are as fast as the techno music that's being pumped out of the speakers and the designated dancefloor is the most packed part of the club. There are a few tables between the door and the 'floor, some sit and others dance - most notably two girls standing on their table dancing together. The bar itself (and stools surrounding) is the emptiest part of the club, which would be why one of the youngest girls present had five or more empty stools on either side of her. On the bar in front of her was a glass shot glass with a thin liquid film around the inside. Next to it was a quater empty bottle of vodka.

Réli sat in front of of her drink, moving slightly on her stool. Every few moments she spun on her stool (nearly falling off each time) and gazed out in wonder at the club. Her own lack of modesty as opposed to the vodka in her blood is what let her drag her eyes over the various young men dancing, giving a wolf whistle (this phrase causing her to break down laughing for five minutes once she'd thought of it) sometimes and conspiculously turning around to face her drink again. Otherwise she simply stared at the bottles lining the wall, grinning at the bartenders whenever they passed or caught her grey eyes, positivly fog from what she'd ingested.

She wasn't here to celebrate, nor to forget some pain. She was here to let go after a month of rigours training and study from her Uncle. Tonight was to let loose, to have a laugh, to have a man, to forget in the morning and not to care. Tonight was tonight and only tonight, it wasn't for commitment or something long-term. That wasn't to say she wouldn't say no to a friend if she made one - but that wasn't why she was here. There was to be no past and no future. Just the present. Only tonight.

Réli faced the bar, this time smiling at her glass as she pored herself another shot, casually tossing it back before filling it once more. But she allowed this one to stand as she laughed for a few minutes about a joke she forgot in the first 30 seconds.

[Isi Runasimi]

ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI

→ SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEART
I’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←

Isi was dressed in a most unusual of outfit. She was wearing a black burlesque corset, a plaid miniskirt and a pair of pants. She was wearing the skirt over the pants. It wasn’t odd to Isi however, she just did not like showing off her legs. There was nothing absolutely wrong with Isi’s legs aside from the occasional scar. But she was iffy about revealing any part of skin. You never knew when an attack would come. Those that hunted for trouble would find it and Isi hunted for it. She couldn’t help it, it was in her blood. She was wearing two earrings and both sets were diamonds. It was ridiculously expensive with a combined total of eight thousand dollars. But none of which was half as expensive as her diamond necklace which cost a whopping forty thousand. Her purse was small and only contained a fake passport. Her guns were hidden on her hips in which the skirt covered.

Isi found herself in Russia because of a mysterious phone call she had received. There she heard that hunters were gathering and taking the battle to Russia. It wasn’t only civilians but members of the Police and even FBI and CIA. That phone call was one she could not ignore. After checking into a hotel she had wandered around the streets until she found a club. It wasn’t like she adored clubs, she really disliked them with bodies pressed together and closed spaces and lights flashing but it was sort of familiar to her New York scene. Isi did best she could to avoid bodies pressing against each other. She was small enough that she could do so through the openings. She felt that breathing was much easier when she had left the dance floor! Surprisingly the bar was almost empty except for someone who had their own bottle by their side.

Isi did not like leaving her back open but she suddenly felt like a drink. She had gotten in on free admission for being absolutely attractive yet she did not want to leave. If she left she would find herself walking down the empty streets searching for supernatural prey. She did not know the area nor did enjoy the thought of someone checking her passport. It was mandatory, passport checking. Her passport was fake and her alias was, “Jennifer Thomas”. She could speak some Russian but she could not write it. Nor would she be able to keep up with a fast paced conversation. “Принесите мне специальность дома.” Isi uttered in her Russian. “Bring me the house specialty.” Ever club had their own famous drink. Isi sat sideways on her stool, her back was to the wall and a bit to the bar while the rest of her could look at the dancing scene. Why was she always so paranoid someone would come at her from behind? Oh yes, because they did.

Her eyes narrowed over onto the ladies with the bottle. She didn’t seem to be celebrating nor did she seem to be particularly mad and drinking in anger. Isi never got why people drank in anger. Alcoholics were funny things to her. They were weak. Isi received her green glowing drink and took a sip of it. Sometimes you just had to take a chance. It was good.

→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←

→ STARRING reli
→ COUNTING 554
→ LOCATION bar counter
→ WEARING >this<
→ NOTES none
→ LYRICS none
→ SKIN best viewed on 'bloody mary' skin
→ CREDITS anastasia

[Reli Kain]

Réli noticed no one else as she swung around once more to face away from the bar. She liked this club, it was dark yet light at the same time. Everything either seemed to be translucent black or some shade of neon. Though the choice wasn't always good, tonight there seemed to be a mass of good-looking bodies on the dancefloor. Réli loved dance, it always seemed to her as if it were humans becoming their base actions again, just for a few moments. Becoming the basics without having to kill someone. Dance was meant to be one of the oldest rituals for humankind, originally to worship the gods... I wonder who they worship now. She thought, though if she had the ability to still make her brain function she would've realised this obviously wasn't the reason they danced tonight. But she was about two shots too drunk for comprehensive skills of that level.

She swung back around to the bar and as she grabbed the bench in fornt of her she looked in surprise at the already poured shot there on the table. She looked to either side of her with a melodramatic look of suspicsion on her face, unconciously noting those few at the bar with her. Réli took the shot, held it at eye level, examining it for a moment, before shrugging and tossing it back. It was at the moment the vodka hit the back of her throat that she had the idea. While in reality it was a positivly stupid idea, at the time it seemed like the best idea in the world. Having at least the presense of mind to move the bottle and glass a bit more away from her, Reli gripped the bar and spun herself around. But she didn't stop after 180 degrees, nor did she stop after a full revolution. She kept grabbing at the bar and spinning herself around and around and around right up until she missed on of the grabs and the momentum bucked her off of the stool and she fell out of the air and onto the floor.

[Isi Runasimi]

ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI

→ SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEART
I’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←

Isi crossed and uncrossed her legs. The heels of her boots accidentally clicked across on the counter and made a small noise. There was a small glass jar in which held an assortment of candies and nuts. Though Isi was trying a new drink in a new place she was not brave enough to sample bar nuts! She arched her back and a few things seemed to snap. It was the equivalent of someone cracking their fingers; though that was ten times more disgusting than someone arching their back and various things clicking into place. Isi should have flown business class instead of coach! But her fake passport said student.

The woman with the bottle of clear vodka began to spin around in her barstool. The woman was moving so fast that she soon enough fell off of the bar. The woman was without a doubt in Isi’s mind a very clumsy human. “Wow, she’s drunk.” Isi muttered to herself in English. Isi could probably say that in Russian but it wasn’t as if she wanted anyone to know what she was saying. Nor did she want anyone to hear her. She took another sip of her green drink. She wasn’t nursing it but was enjoying the flavors on her tongue like an expensive chocolate bar. Isi’s eyes were on the clumsy ‘human’. She wouldn’t last long drunk on the streets. She’d get eaten.

→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←

→ STARRING reli
→ COUNTING 234
→ LOCATION bar counter
→ WEARING >this<
→ NOTES none
→ LYRICS none
→ SKIN best viewed on 'bloody mary' skin
→ CREDITS anastasia

[Reli Kain]

Unperturbed by her fall, Réli was soon on her two feet again. She stood, now just in front of her stool, looking about the club. The fall had knocked her a shot more sober than before, though she was far from her usual state. She watched the tables, Those girls won't give up, will they?, but her eyes were inevitably her eyes were drawn once more to the dancefloor. she gazed longingly at it for a moment before her dry mouth turned her head over her shoulder and back to her glass and bottle. Pursing her lips and letting out a sigh she stepped back to her stool (missing it the first time, only saved by grabbing both sides with her hands) and to her drink. Réli stared into its depths, before refocusing on the scenery behind it, warped by the glass and liquid in between her eyes and what she was viewing.

She picked up the bottle and poured another shot, threw it into her and refilled. She rolled the little glass between her palms, distracted by the surface. Her thoughts didn't stay long, carried out on a current of vodka. She thought of the patrons around her, of the dancers, of loosing herself. Though loosing herself was always a dangerous thought; she may be able to afford to not only live it up tonight but to also get thourghly smashed, but that didn't mean her Uncle didn't expect her home in two or three days time. Loosing herself could take weeks... Réli shook her head, physically clearing the mental, before tightening her grip on the shot glass and deciding drinking would be a better way to remember what tonight was about. Drinking the shot, the effect was instantaneous. Her head jerked up from the sombre position it had hung and her legs began kicking back and forth. Brightened and in the moment again.

[Isi Runasimi]

ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI

→ SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEART
I’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←

Isi held the drink between her forefingers. She watched the drunken girl get up off of the ground as if it were nothing. She would be sore in the morning! – If she survived through the night. Isi’s second drink arrived and she finished off the first. It was delicious. She would have to look up the recipe sometime. It felt as if it barely had any alcohol in it. Isi should have known better because due to her lineage she could barely handle her liquor. Her people were well known for not being able to do so. She downed her second drink faster than the first. She was soon on her third.

With Isi’s third drink in hand she moved to the stool until she was sitting right next to the other drunken girl. The one who had fallen and gotten back up a-okay. “Why do you keep staring at the dancers on the tables? Are you a lll…lesbian?” Isi had fun saying the word ‘lesbian’. It was as if the word danced on her tongue. Isi laughed. She wasn’t completely drunk but it was as if she had liquid courage. Though with this ‘courage’ she would never have done something like this before. She wasn’t looking for sex but maybe just some harmless conversation. Of course it depended greatly on the viewer as their definition of harmless would vary.

→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←

→ STARRING reli
→ COUNTING 230
→ LOCATION bar counter
→ WEARING >this<
→ NOTES none
→ LYRICS none
→ SKIN best viewed on 'bloody mary' skin
→ CREDITS anastasia

[Reli Kain]

A woman appeared in Réli's peripheral, shocking her enough to make her jump in her seat. The woman asked (with a definate slur) why she kept looking at the table-dancing girls and, consequently, if she were lesbian. Réli swung her head around to look upon the woman's face and drawled her response; "Oh ga-a-a-wd no." She half-hiccuped half-giggled. "Gimme a reynard any day. Or night." She hiccup-giggled again. She stumbled over her first word, "They're just... juss... funny." She grinned inanely at her conclusion. Her mind turned as she attempted to recall what she was going to ask the woman back, but the words we now lost to her.

She swung around on her stool, makeing sure to swing away from the woman so her feet didn't kick her, and let her eyes rest on the dancefloor again. She propped her elbow up on the bar between her and the woman. Her face soon lit with realisation - she could see, let alone pour, her drink from her new position. A struggle visably appeared on her face before she came to the conclusion that she couldn't be bothered finding a new position. She tossed her head to the woman, giving her another broad grin.

[Isi Runasimi]

ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI

→ SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEART
I’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←

Yyyou’d want a car?” Isi laughed. She could remember owning a Reynard automobile briefly. It had been a very old and expensive vehicle she had won at Christie's Auction. Unless in drunken banter the word Reynard meant Penis. “Hadd won. Better. Thann. Ssssexxxhhh!” Isi spoke each word slowly. She slurred a few words and had even used the wrong word once saying “one” like “won”. Driving a sports car was a hundred times better than sex! Isi tilted her head backwards so that it rested on the counter. “Gimme a margarita. Strawberry. And don’t add any freaking salt or I’ll fucking kill you!” For a few seconds Isi sounded serious. And she was. It was only dismissed because she was obviously drunk.

Isi reached into her Marc Jacob’s handbag and pulled out a 5,000 rouble bill. It was worth 169 American dollars with .93 cents! That would certainly pay for the drinks all night long! Did anyone really expect a “tourist” to have so much money? Or was she pretending to be a student? Either way, she forgot due to the alcohol. Once her bill was taken care of to keep the drinks on coming (it wouldn't occur to her to pay for the other lady's even drunk) Isi turned back to the grinning drunk girl and resumed their conversation. “That car could purrrrrrrr,” Isi continued thinking of her old rare Reynard fondly. If only she hadn’t had to sell it. But she liked money more than the Reynard. Not to mention it wasn’t as if she could ever really drive in the auto. She’d get pulled over, etc… It was the car that anyone remembered!

→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←

→ STARRING reli
→ COUNTING 276
→ LOCATION bar counter
→ WEARING >this<
→ NOTES none
→ LYRICS none
→ SKIN best viewed on 'bloody mary' skin
→ CREDITS anastasia

[Reli Kain]

Réli laughed at the woman's slurred words, not quite comprehending why they were talking about cars but somehow happy with the topic. Réli tried to say how there were somethings better than sex, but the words came out in a mumble and were probably incoherent. She listened to the woman's rather violent drink order and suddenly rememebred her own drink. She spun on her stool to find her bottle and glass, thankfully, where she had left them. She considered hugging the bottle, and had just decided not to when something in the woman's tone of voice flicked a danger switch in her less-than-functioning brain. She cuddled the vodka bottle for comfort.

Her eyes stared down at the counter for the time, but her head soon shot upwards once more, her trademark grin (altered by drink) still in shakey place. The woman resumed their conversation. Turning the words over in her head, Réli attempted to come up with an appropriate response. "Where'sh he n-o-w?" she asked (refering to the car), unscrewing her bottle and dashing her glass full. She replaced the cap and the bottle on the counter and slugged the drink down. She looked at the woman, staring straight at her eyes and seemingly studying her intently. In actual fact Réli was making sure to look into the woman's eyes - but the intense scrutiny was merely Réli spacing out, her eyes periodically focusing and unfocusing.

((Sorry for being AFK - real life has a lot of work...))

[Isi Runasimi]

ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI

→ SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEART
I’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←

Isi hiccupped once. She brought her gloved hands to her chest. Her manners had gone straight out the window. Of course it wasn’t manners that had her ‘refined’ or more so then she was currently than the need to blend in and go about unnoticed. “ ‘cuse me,” she said laughing. Her elbows were on the counter as the woman was trying to stare into her eyes. Isi stared straight back. Though she was drunk her eyes were cold and uncaring. She could pretend to weep, she could look innocent with expressions and body movement but her eyes could tell the real story to anyone who knew what to look for. Her eyes were hard, they were cold, and they were frightening! It would not be a breach to say that they looked like death.

The car?” Isi questioned. “No, no idea. Sold him at an auction. Dunno who won. I … I was just happy to get 300 thousand more than I paid for him!” Her speech was slurred and she sounded rather drunk but she got the information out just the same. She knew what she was talking about. She had been rather lucky to get the old racing car for that price. It was a bit steep but when she sold it back at the auction later in the year she earned a bit more than she paid for it and a profit margin was 300,000 after the bloody auction house took their fee. Isi had been crazy to pay 3.7 million for it! Absolutely bonkers! But then the car sold for 4.1 million or so. “Bloody fucking auction houses. Dey.. dey took 100 grand as a freaking cut…ccc…CUT!” Isi was having a spot of trouble with that word.

Isi glanced at the two glasses. She tilted her head and stared at them. There was something she should be doing to them. What, what was it? It seemed so very familiar. She picked both of them up and held them in each of her gloved hands. The bartender was busy making her margarita and he seemed to be too busy for two drunken broads even though one of them had money. Isi hadn’t seen the other girl pay for her purchases yet. “Ooooh, yeah!” Isi replied. She needed to wipe them clean. But she had forgotten why she needed to do that. She had left no fingerprints but she needed to wipe the lid of the glasses and the inside as well. She took a napkin and proceeded to wipe the inside of one of the glasses clean.

→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←

→ STARRING reli
→ COUNTING 431
→ LOCATION bar counter
→ WEARING >this<
→ NOTES least your not MIA or DOA
→ LYRICS none
→ CREDITS anastasia

[Reli Kain]

She shivered from the similar look in the womans eyes before shifting her stare to just past the womans ear. She paitiently listened to the explaination, and upon the heated disgust at how much the auction house had taken from the sale, Reli contributed only "The b-bastards!", tripping up on one of the sounds. She poured slashes of vodka into the lid, pouring the full caps into the shot glass until it was full. As she did this she watched the woman out of the corner of her eye, as the otehr studied her own glasses before giving a soft exclamation and proceeding to clean them.

With a hiccup, Reli opened her mouth wide, thought better of her words and threw the shot in instead, felt the warmth run through her and opened her mouth wide a second time. "They've got ... people for that you know." The vodka was starting to really kick in, her words were slurred. "For the cleaning-ing-ness. Of the glass, cup, glassesh." She grinned, happy with her speaking ability. Her face lit with an idea and she leaned over and put a clear thumb print of the inside of one of the glasses. "Ha!" She declared, ridiculously proud of her feat.


((Argh! So many initials.))
((Um, btw - don't expect replies straight away. I have a lot of work right now, so replies will take a few days from when I see your latest.))

[Isi Runasimi]

ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI

→ SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEART
I’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←

Oh yeah. They dooooooo.” However Isi finished wiping down the second glass before putting it on the counter. She knew that it was important though she had not known why. She was positively sure that there would be no traces of her fingerprints found on the glasses because she wore gloves. There would be a significant amount of DNA from her saliva but she wasn’t worried about that. It wasn’t even as if police were searching for her for anything. She hadn’t killed any humans in Russia, yet. Dead vampires really left no trail unless you counted clothing and the bullets used to kill them. The dust was just ashes in the wind.

It was probably stupid of her to wipe the glasses down. All it did was bring attention to herself. She knew she had a reason that was perfectly fine when sober but she wasn’t right now. Hell, she was just lucky that no one besides the drunken girl sitting next to her had noticed. She sipped her strawberry margarita when it came. Though she was drunk it still did not give her the joyous motions of swaying to the beat of the music. She didn’t know how to dance. Even though drunk she couldn’t. Knew enough to not try.

→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←

→ STARRING reli
→ COUNTING 212
→ LOCATION bar counter
→ WEARING >this<
→ NOTESok. getting a bit boring. wanna go somewhere else?
→ LYRICS none
→ CREDITS anastasia

[Reli Kain]

Reli stared into the bottle, trying to figure out how much she'd drunk that night. Too much. She waved over the bartender and pushed him the bottle, letting him take it away from her. No payment was needed: She was scammed rather profusly one time when paying while drunk. Never again, now she always remembered to pay before hand. She glanced over at who seemed to have become her drinking buddy, upset that she'd have to give up drinking for the night soon. Drinking's a pretty essential part of being a 'drinking buddy', isn't it? The glasses were on the bar again.

She spun on her stool, facing away from the bar. She almost fell again, having trouble steadying herself with nothing easy to grab after spining. She studied the crowd absently. The dancing girls had finally gone. She had enjoyed herself, is enjoying herself, but it had stayed to familar, too much of the same, for too long. She bounced in her seat for something knew. Perhaps home again, home again, jiggedy jigg. She laughed outloud at her thoughts, a little too loud, her judgement of such things faltering under her intoxication.


((Yeah, it was getting kinda stagnant. Your call though, either post a new place or PM me about it.))

[Isi Runasimi]

ISI .{.EXECUTIONER.}. RUNASIMI

→ SCORCHING THE BLOOD IN MY TWISTED HEART
I’LL BE THE THORNS ON EVERY ROSE ←

Isi didn’t yawn but she felt that it was time to leave. “I … I got to leave.” Isi said in her normal voice. She shifted her body towards Reli and whispered something she really should have not! “I have to be home before the vampires and werewolves come out.” Because the girl sitting next to her was so clumsy she never would have taken her for a werewolf. The girl, if human, would think Isi to be completely loony! But what happened when you were talking to a supernatural creature? Isi hopped off of her seat and took her bag with her. First she had to pee! She moved slowly but still had a bit of grace. Her words were slurred but she could still walk. She wouldn’t be able to navigate any laser beams and heat sensors or cameras but she could navigate a crowd.

After Isi was done in the washroom she found herself near the door. She couldn’t see the bar from where she was standing. There were so many dancers packed on the dance floor that it made looking through them impossible unless you had x-ray vision. She swung her purse over her shoulder and kept one hand inside. She clutched her gun though it was hidden as she stepped out onto the streets. She was still drunk but knew that there were dangerous things that were not humans that roamed the night. She arched her back as she moved. It felt good to walk after sitting for that long while. It was almost a shame you couldn’t hold a drink in each hand as you walked!

→ LET ME BLEED YOU THIS SONG OF MY HEART DEFORMED ←

→ STARRING reli
→ COUNTING 272
→ LOCATION streets
→ WEARING >this<
→ NOTES none
→ LYRICS none
→ CREDITS anastasia

[Reli Kain]

Reli's eyes widened in a comical fashion, drink distorting her face. Vampires and werewolves? Her brain reeled, trying to make sense of the words. By the time she had, she had spun around and sat open mouthed and realised her companion was gone. She pouted and raked her eyes about the club, cringing away from a neon light she stared into and promptly falling off her stool. Standing up and brushing herself off, she felt a rough hand grab her upper arm. "Hey!" The bouncer pulled her over to the doorway as she feebly squirmed and protested. She didn't really care about being thrown out - but squirming and protesting was protocol in that situation.

The frosty night air hit her face hard as she half-stumbled, half-was pushed out of the club. She looked around for a moment, considering what to do. With a lift and drop of her shoulders, she turned and headed in a vague direction of home. She kept close to the walls, both away from the hazard of roads and cars and close to the support of a vertical surface. She moved her way down the foot path (sometimes literally). In her mind, she rolled the strange woman's words over in her head. “I have to be home before the vampires and werewolves come out.” She stumbled once more as she broke out giggling - a direct result of wondering where the vampires and werewolves 'go in'. She knew some humans believed in the supernatural, even without proof. Perhaps this was the case, but some humans knew, they had friends or family - or were attacked. Which one of these the woman was, Reli couldn't fathom. A thought finally made it to the fornt of her brain and reminded her that the woman may be supernatural herself.